Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2019 08:57:06 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Marlboro Country by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Marlboro Country I had stopped at the corner store to get gas on the way home. It's not unusual for bums to ask for change around here, so I wasn't surprised when a kid stepped up to me. "Hey, Mister..." "Sorry, kid, I don't have any spare change." "No man. I got money, but they won't sell me any cigarettes," he said holding out a wad of money. "Can you buy me a pack of Marlboros?" "Ok, but smoking is bad for you," I answered. "No shit? I thought it was the new miracle drug that cures everything." Smart ass kid. Probably about fourteen, very cute though. Beautiful even. I paid for my gas and got his cigs. Back outside, he comes over with his hand out. "What do I get out of this deal?" I asked him. "What do you mean?" I looked down purposefully at his crotch. "Aw shit dude. Really?" I started walking toward my car. "Okay, okay. Only cause I don't have any more money. And not here." He got in my car, and I pumped my gas. I drove to a quiet residential area behind the store, and parked. He looked around nervously. "I ain't touching you," he pointed out. "You don't have to. Have you ever had a blow job?" I had wanted to blow a boy for a long time, and this was my first opportunity. "No. But I didn't think my first one would be from a dude." "Can I see it?" I asked. He looked around again, then reached for the button on his jeans. "I'm kinda nervous right now. It ain't gonna be very big." "I'm sure it's fine." I was going to love it even if it was only an inch long. Now that I had a chance, I was going to enjoy whatever I got. He opened his pants and pulled them to his knees. He was right. I could tell he was nervous. His dick was at its smallest stage, barely reaching past his thin line of pubic hair. I swooped down on it like a starving man. The console between us made it difficult, but I wasn't to be denied. I reached beyond him and pushed the button to recline his seat back. It only took a few seconds, before I felt his dick responding to my ministrations. Soon I had a nice five inch [12 cm] cock to suck, and that is what I did. OH... SHIT... Aw man that's good." I fondled his balls and sucked him for all I was worth. I loved feeling his dick head moving back and forth in my mouth. I also liked knowing I was the first to enjoy him this way. "Shit man, you're gonna make me cum," he said after only a couple of minutes. When I didn't back away, he put his hands on the back of my head and started thrusting up at me. "I'm cumming dude," he said forcing his dick into my throat before unloading. I reluctantly let his soft dick slip from my mouth. "What's your name kid?" "Bobby." "Well, Bobby. You have a beautiful dick. Nothing to be embarrassed by. And thank you for letting me do that." I handed him the cigarettes, and he got out. *** I jerked off twice before going to sleep. Bobby's dick on my mind, the taste of his cum still on my tongue. The next evening, I was passing the store, and there he stood. I almost caused an accident trying to get into the lot. "Hi Bobby," I said walking up to him. "Hi... uh... I don't know your name." "Robert. Need more cigarettes?" "I don't have any money." "How about I buy you a Coke?" "Cool," he said, walking into the store with me. At the counter I asked for a pack of Marlboros, and Bobby sort of half smiled. In my car I asked him, "Are you in a hurry to get home?" "No." "I live just a few blocks from here. If you..." "Okay, sure," he answered before I could even finish my sentence. "Nice place. You live here alone?" Bobby asked as we entered. "Yep. Just me." I got glasses of ice for our Cokes, and sat beside him on the sofa. He was quiet for a minute then said, "Did you mean what you said?" "What I said about what?" "You said... well, that I... you know... that I have a beautiful dick." "Well it was pretty dark in the car..." Bobby stood and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his underwear off. His hard dick stood out in front of him. I stared for a moment before saying, "You have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen." Bobby pulled his shirt off over his head and stood in front of me. He really was beautiful. "I uh... still haven't thanked you for those cigarettes." I placed a hand on each of his butt cheeks and drew him to me. I looked up into his eyes as I swallowed his boy meat. "Oh, Robert. That's so good." I spun him around and pushed him down on the sofa, not letting that sweet dick from my mouth. Soon he placed his hands on my head and started lifting his hips. I stopped sucking and got on the floor between his legs. "Oh Jesus. Why'd you stop?" I grasped his dick and licked the head. "Ugh," he moaned. "Why were you waiting for me at the store?" "Huh?" "Was it for the cigarettes or this?" I asked as I took his cock into my mouth again. "Oh shit. Don't stop." I stopped. "Answer me. The cigarettes or this?" "Both... Okay, shit. For this," he admitted. "You liked it didn't you?" I asked as I licked his cockhead again. "Okay. Yes. I loved it. Please don't stop again." I didn't. I sucked that beautiful cock till he lurched and emptied his nuts in my throat. I continued to nurse on his dick, my hand roaming over his belly and chest, as his breathing returned to normal. I sat beside him, still holding his dick. "So you really liked it?" Bobby nodded. "I didn't think I would. I wanted to be mad at you, but I wasn't. I couldn't stop thinking about it all day. All of a sudden, I was at the store, hoping you would show up again." "I'm glad I did. I didn't think I would get another chance like this," I said, still admiring his body. "Why are you staring at me?" "I told you. You're beautiful," I answered, reaching for his dick again. As I stroked him, Bobby asked, "Can I see yours?" I pulled my pants down, exposing the hard on I'd had since I saw him at the store. "Jesus, yours is big." "It's only about seven and a half inches [19 cm]. There are a lot bigger ones out there." I leaned over and took his renewed erection into my mouth. I sucked him for a few minutes. Hoping to make it last longer, I pulled off and looked him in the eyes. "You taste so good. I don't think I will ever get tired of sucking your dick." Bobby smiled at me. "Really?" "Mm hm," I moaned as I went back down on him. He was getting close, when I felt his fingers wrap around my cock. That was all it took, and I exploded all over my sofa. Bobby went over the edge too, and I got another helping of his cream. "Sorry I made you cum on your sofa. Shouldn't you clean it before it stains?" Bobby said when we recovered. "I'll have something to remember this day by," I chuckled. When I dropped him off at the corner store, he started to get out, when I said, "Don't forget these." I handed him the pack of cigarettes. "Oh, yeah. Thanks." *** Monday after work, Bobby was waiting for me again. He jumped into the car, and I sped to my place. We were naked almost before the door was shut behind us. I was like a starving man as I took him into my mouth again. I couldn't believe that this beautiful boy was letting me pleasure him. He tentatively stroked me after I swallowed his load. Have you done this a lot?" he asked as he stroked. "No. I can't say that I have." "But you've done it before. Right?" "Afraid not. Never had the chance," I answered honestly. "Why me then?" "I couldn't resist the opportunity." He stroked me until I geysered all over myself and his hand. I thanked him with another blow job. *** Tuesday I worked later than usual. I was after eight o'clock before I got to the store. Bobby wasn't there. Wednesday, he was waiting for me. "Are you mad at me?" he asked. "No. I worked late yesterday. You weren't here when I finally got away. Need some smokes?" I asked. "Uh, no. Can we go to your place?" I couldn't wait to get him into my mouth again. I probably set a record on the short drive home. He was more responsive than ever as we lay naked on my bed. He even took me into his mouth for a little. I was in heaven, but warned him when I got close. As I expected, he jerked me to a finish onto my stomach. Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday. I blew him twice, and he stroked me to a finish. The next day was Friday. I got off work a little early, and made a couple of stops on the way home. At the corner store, the carton (ten packs) of cigarettes I had bought, was laying on his seat when he got in. He looked at them oddly, and gave a half hearted smile. At my place I said, "I was hoping you might want to fuck me." "I've never done that." "I haven't either." "You've never fucked a girl?" Bobby asked unbelieving. "Well, twice, both disastrous. Barely remember it really. I was drunk both times and never had a repeat performance with either girl. But I meant I have never been fucked." "Me neither," Bobby laughed. I practically ripped his clothes off, not that he tried very hard to stop me. Once he was lubed and inside me, he didn't take long to get the hang of it. There is no feeling in the world like a teen boy pumping your ass. Enthusiastic doesn't quite cover how insanely fast and hard a teen can fuck. "Do you like my ass, Bobby? Is it good for you?" "Aw man... Yeah. Do you like my dick?" "Don't stop. I love your dick in me," I moaned. It wasn't long before Bobby pulled my ass tight against him and delivered his payload to my receptive colon. I could feel his dick pulsing inside me. It was like I had dreamed it would be. At least the dreams I've had since meeting Bobby. A little later, I sucked him to get him hard again, and we went for round two. I even unloaded at the same time as he did. We slowly got dressed, neither of us in a hurry for our time together to end. Opening the door to leave, I remembered the carton of cigarettes. "Oh... We almost forgot these," I said, handing them to Bobby. He looked near tears, reluctantly taking them from me. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Do you really think that is the only reason I came here? That I would... sell myself for a carton of cigarettes?" he said as the tears began to flow. "No. I hope you came here because you wanted to. I hope you did the other things because you like me enough to do those things with me. The cigarettes were just a gift, not a way of enticing you. I got them because you like them. Personally I think it's a filthy habit, and a health risk. But it's not up to me to pass judgements on you." Bobby just looked at me oddly. Then he wiped his tears on his shirt sleeve. " I don't even smoke," he said as he stepped through the door. I was stunned. It took me a minute to recover. I locked the door and jogged after him. He was already in the car, waiting, and crying again. "I don't understand. Why were you buying cigarettes if you don't smoke?" He really got upset at that point. I could hardly understand him, he was sobbing and talking. "It's my dad... He smokes... He's not supposed to... He just can't seem to quit. My dad has lung cancer...but he just can't quit... He only smokes a few a day now. But it's too late. Please... Just take me home." "Bobby, I..." "Just take me home." He directed me to his house, which was actually just a few houses down from where I had parked and sucked him, the first night I met him. That could explain why he was so nervous that night. He jumped out of the car, and I called after him. "Bobby, wait!... Bobby!" But he had gone into the house, slamming the door in his wake. He even left the cigarettes on the car seat. *** Saturday morning, I was at the corner store, waiting for Bobby to show up. By noon he hadn't, and I realized I was a lot more concerned about not seeing him again, than I was about not getting sex from him again. That thought made my decision to go to his house perfectly acceptable and appropriate. Not giving a second thought to how I was going to explain myself to his father, I drove to his house. Standing on the front porch, carton of Marlboros held out in offering, I was confronted by a man in his tee shirt and boxers. He had one of those walkers that old people use, and an oxygen tube in his nose. It was long enough to allow movement around the house, to the restroom, kitchen, etc.The long tube was attached to a machine, pumping away in the corner. I immediately regretted handing him the cigarettes as I said, "Are you Bobby's father?" "Yes. Come in, ye stranger bearing gifts," he said with humor in his voice, and a sparkle in his eyes. I could tell he spent many hours sitting on the sofa. There were magazines and books within reach, and the tv remote on the armrest. He offered a seat on the other end, as he sat in his place. "Is Bobby home?" I asked nervously. "No, I'm afraid not." I stood to leave and he stopped me saying, "Please. Sit. Let's talk." I sat and he continued. "What's your name, son?" "Robert." He smiled and said, "Mine too. In fact, Bobby is also Robert. Robert Wilson the third actually. I'm Jr." "Strange coincidence," I offered. "Yes, quite. So, Robert, what brings you to my humble abode, bearing such a wonderful gift?" I was afraid he would ask. "I... Well, I..." "Let me assist you here, Robert. I would guess you met Bobby about a week ago. Correct?" I nodded. "And last night you and he had some sort of falling out. A disagreement you feel guilty about, but was an innocent mistake. Right?" I only nodded again, wondering just how much he knew about us. "Bobby's a very cute boy. Did he tell you his mother left us when he was only three years old?" I shook my head and wondered where this was leading. "I thought not. He hasn't really talked about it much." He paused for a moment, looking at me. "Being just us guys living together, we dress pretty casual at home. Me in my boxers, him in his tight white briefs." He was watching me to gage the reaction on my face. Seeing what he expected, he continued. "I don't have to tell you how hot he looks in his briefs, do I. The last couple of years, he has really matured. Nice package on him now." Again he paused watching the perspiration building on my forehead. "You know, if he weren't my son, and of course now with the cancer and all, I probably would have molested him myself." "Uh... Look, sir, I don't..." "Robert. You don't have to explain anything to me. Bobby has never had many friends. In the last week, he's been happier than I've ever seen him. Last night, he was pretty upset. I can only assume you had something to do with it. You showing up here today told me all I needed to know about last night." I'm more than sure he could read my expression. "Bobby will be home for dinner. Why don't you come back around seven? That is if you really want to see him." "I do. You aren't mad? I mean about..." "Like I said, I've never seen Bobby happier. I don't have much longer to be with him, and I would prefer to see him happy while I can. Tell me something though. Is he as delicious as I imagine?" "I can't even begin to describe how much so," I answered, knowing he wanted the truth, but sad that he would never get to experience it for himself. He would never cross that father/son boundary, even if he wasn't ill. At the door he said, "See you at seven. And thanks for the coffin nails," waving ith carton of Marlboros. *** I knocked on the door at precisely seven. It was quickly opened by Robert Jr. "I hope you like pot roast," he said allowing me in. Bobby entered the dining room wearing oven mitts, setting a large pot on a waiting trivet. Aside from the mitts, he only wore tight white briefs. "Dad, it's ready." He removed the oven mitts and looked up. "Oh shit," he said when he saw me. Robert Jr. pushed his walker over to a chair and sat down. He gestured to a chair for me to sit in. "I didn't know we were having guests," Bobby said as he covered the front of his briefs with his hands. He started toward his bedroom, when he was stopped by his father. "Bobby, sit. Robert is no stranger." Bobby looked surprised, but sat down. We ate in silence, occasionally sharing glances. Bobby and I, Bobby and his dad, Robert Jr. and I. When we had finished eating, Bobby stood and went to his room, not bothering to hide the erection in his underwear. He slammed the door, and his father said, "Jesus. I've never seen him like that." "That angry, you mean?" I asked. "No. That hard. I've never seen him erect." I took a chance and said, "You should see it without the underwear in the way." "Oh Jesus," he replied. After another uncomfortable silence, Robert Jr. said, "After my diagnosis, I found and contacted his mother. Seems she has a new husband and family that know nothing about Bobby, and wants to keep it that way." "I'm sorry to hear that. A boy needs his mother sometimes," I said. "My point is, she doesn't want him. He's going to need a friend. I don't have much longer." Again I wasn't sure what he was leading to, but I nodded in agreement. "Go to him," Robert Jr. said with a wave of his hand. I found Bobby face down on his bed. His shoulders heaving with sobs. "Is he... Is he gone, dad?" he asked not looking up. "No, I'm still here." His shoulders stopped heaving. "What are you doing here? Why did you come?" "I couldn't bare the thought that I might have hurt you. Or worse, I might never see you again. Please forgive me. It was an honest mistake. I didn't know you don't smoke, and I certainly wasn't aware of your father's condition." "But you thought you could buy me with a carton of cigarettes," he said turning to glare at me. "It wasn't like that, I swear. It... it was an anniversary present. One week after we met. It was cigarettes that brought us together. It was supposed to be a gesture of fondness. A sort of memorial to meeting you. I meant nothing else by it." He still looked at me suspiciously. "What about the sex? You wanted me to... do that." "I wanted you to do that from the beginning. I wanted you to be the first one to do that to me. The anniversary seemed the appropriate time to ask for it." "You really weren't trying to buy me? You don't think I'm a whore?" "No, Bobby. I swear. If I thought you were a whore who could be bought with a carton of cigarettes, you would have been the one getting fucked, not me. I would have pounded your beautiful butt so hard and got my money's worth." He sniffled and smiled. "Do you really think I have a beautiful butt?" "I think all of you is beautiful." I leaned down and kissed his tear stained cheek. "Even when you are crying, you are the most beautiful creature in the world to me." He wrapped his arms around my neck, and I drew him into my lap. "Thanks," he said and kissed my lips. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at my lap. "You're hard." "There is a nearly naked beautiful boy in my lap. What would you expect?" He stood facing me. His erection pushing out the front of his briefs, it's slitted head peeking over the waistband. "Will I see you tomorrow?" he asked. "You can bet on it," I answered, resisting taking his cock into my mouth. "What should I say to my dad?" Bobby asked,suddenly realizing the situation we might be in. "I don't think you need to explain anything to him. He's a very perceptive man." Bobby walked me to the door. I glanced at Robert Jr. along the way. His eyes were on the head of his son's dick as it waved over the underwear waistband. "Good night sir. It was a pleasure meeting you," I said to him. "The pleasure was mine. I assure you," he said, not looking away from his son. *** Sunday about noon I knocked at their door. Robert Jr. answered it, stepping aside to let me in. I handed him the bag containing a prepaid cell phone I had bought that morning. "Sir, I took the liberty to uh... Well, I would be honored if... What I mean is would you call me if you need anything. Anything at all." He smiled. "Thanks, son. That means a lot to me." I could hear music coming from Bobby's room. "He's doing his laundry. He hates doing laundry. He actually smiled at me as he passed with it in his arms. Then he turned on the radio. He never does that." He waved his hand to me indicating that should go to Bobby's room. Bobby was standing by his bed, folding a tee shirt. His head bouncing to the music, his underwear clad butt, swaying back and forth. He turned to place the shirt in an opened drawer, when he saw me standing in the doorway. "Robert!" he yelled and jumped into my arms. He wrapped his legs around me and buried his face in my neck. I could feel his erection growing between us. He must have become aware of the open door, and his father looking at us. "Shit. Sorry, Dad," he said dropping from my grasp. "That's okay, Bobby. But maybe you should put some clothes on before you two leave." I could see him blushing as he put on a pair of shorts to cover his erection. When he finished dressing, we headed to my place, where his clothes disappeared quickly. He lay back on my bed, and I took him into my mouth. I worshiped his teen cock for as long as he could stand it before he erupted in my throat. Then he pushed me onto my back and took as much of my cock as he could into his mouth. He didn't hesitate to slide his mouth up and down my cock. He fondled my nuts and stroked me as he sucked. When I got close to the edge, I warned him, "Bobby, I'm gonna cum. Oh shit Bobby stop, I'm gonna cum" I grunted and shot my load. Right in his mouth. He took it all, his stomach heaved as he swallowed the first mouthful. And again with the second. But he never pulled away. Finally he lay his head on my chest, and threw his knee over my leg. "You didn't have to do that, Bobby." "I wanted to. You've done it for me often enough. Why should you have all the fun?" I pulled him closer, yet I couldn't get close enough. I wanted to be a part of him somehow. "I think my dad knows about us." I chuckled, "Yeah, I think so too." "We had a long talk last night. Mostly he said a lot of nice things about you." "Really? Like what?" "Just how he thought you were a nice guy and a good friend. It was kinda like he was trying to sell a car or something. He just kept saying how great you were. Then he said you would be a good mentor for me. What do you think he meant by that?" "I haven't a clue," I lied. "But why do you think he knows about us?" "He said you weren't surprised at seeing me in my underwear, and when I went to my room you had a hard on. Did you?" "You do seem to have that effect on me." I laughed. "I was kinda embarrassed, because he said he saw me hard too." "Not just hard. Your dick head was poking out the top of your undies." I laughed. "Oh my god. Why didn't you say something?" "What could I say? Hey, your dad is looking at your dick?" "No I guess not. He also said it looked like you had a big one. Why do you think he said that?" Bobby asked. "Probably to see your reaction." He thought for a moment, then his mouth dropped. "Oh my god! I nodded when he said that. He knew I'd seen it for sure. He does know about us." "Well if he didn't last night, when you jumped into my arms and kissed my neck, it probably removed any doubt in his mind." I chuckled. "Shit. My dad is gonna hate me," he worried. "Your dad loves you very much. He wants you to be happy. He didn't yell when he saw you in my arms with a hard on. He merely suggested you get dressed before we left. He didn't even ask where we were going. He knew we were coming here and probably knew what we would be doing once we got here." "How can I walk around in my underwear now? He knows my dick has been sucked. He probably thinks you have fucked me. Shit!" "Don't act any differently around him. Continue to walk around in your underwear, even if you have a hard on. He wants you to be happy. Let him know that you are. It's hard to be sad with an erection," I laughed. We rolled around in bed the rest of the afternoon. I swallowed two more loads from him, and he had one more of mine in his belly, when I took him home. I walked him to the door, like we had been on a date. Robert Jr. must have been waiting for us, because he opened the door as soon as we approached. "Good, you're just in time for dinner. I made meatloaf." It was not an invite so much as an expectation. We sat and ate and made idle chit chat. "I'll take care of the dishes, you two run along and play," he said as if talking to a couple of kids. We went into Bobby's room and closed the door. An hour later we emerged. Bobby wore only his briefs, but he wasn't hard. I made sure there was no juice left in the boy. "Good night Robert," Robert Jr. said with a wink. I smiled. "Good night, sir. Uh would you mind If I stop over tomorrow?" "I would be upset if you didn't," he answered. He opened the door for me on Monday. "I'm grilling steaks tonight, potatoes are already in the oven. Bobby's in his room. I'll call you when dinner's ready." I entered Bobby's room to find him wearing only headphones and underwear. His back was to me as he danced to the music in his ears. In one fell swoop, my lips went to his neck, my left arm around his chest, my right hand down the front of his underwear. He melted into my arms, and pulled the headphones off. I ripped off his undies and threw him on the bed. An hour later, we had just started round two, when Bobby's dad knocked. "Dinner's ready fellas." I had worn briefs that day, so we both were straining the fabric of our underwear as we left the bedroom. Robert Jr. was still pushing his walker toward the dining room when I said, "I hope you don't mind my casual state of dress, sir." He gestured to his own boxers and tee shirt, "I certainly wasn't getting dressed up for your visit." Then he proceeded to stare holes through both of us as we passed him. We sat down and Robert Jr. said "Robert, it looks like you're packing quite a piece in there." "DAD!" Bobby exclaimed. "What? We're all guys here. We know what it's like to get excited. Besides, Son, I must say I hadn't realized how much you've grown." "DAD!" Bobby said hanging his head in embarrassment. I smiled, somewhat enjoying Bobby's torture. "It's true son. You've become quite a little hotty. It's no wonder young Robert here gets excited every time he sees you." "Aww come on Dad." "Okay. I'm just pointing out the truth," Robert Jr. said, giving me a sly wink. After dinner, Bobby cleaned the dining room and did the dishes as Robert Jr. and I had a chat. Well, it was more like the third degree. He wanted to know everything about me, my parents, my job. Everything. After he finished in the kitchen, Bobby appeared in front of us. His erection had subsided some, but he still drew our attention. Seeing our stares, Bobby said, "You're both a couple of perverts." Then he quickly lowered the front of his briefs, and then let them snap back into place. Giving us a quick flash of his soft dick. "There, you've seen it. Satisfied?" he asked defiantly. I looked at his father, and he nodded to me. I grabbed Bobby, threw him over my shoulder, and carried him to his bedroom. It was near eleven o'clock when I finally dragged myself out of Bobby's bed. Robert Jr. was asleep on the sofa, with the tv still on. I turned it off, and snuck out. *** Tuesday morning I called a friend from high school. He now owns one of the best restaurants in town. Then I called Robert Jr. and told him I was taking care of dinner tonight. "I appreciate that, Robert. But I really don't get out that much these days, except to doctors appointments. It's just such a hassle with the oxygen and all." "I understand that, and don't worry about having to leave the house. But you may want to be a little more dressed than usual," I laughed. I arrived at six thirty, and at seven, dinner arrived. Five courses served by uniformed waiters. Each course was delicious, and served under silver domes. Robert Jr. and Bobby enjoyed being pampered for a change, I loved seeing their smiling faces. Even if Bobby was in clothes, instead of briefs. There was coffee served with dessert, and after dinner brandies. Then the wait staff cleaned up and disappeared. "Thank you, Robert. That was very thoughtful." Bobby climbed onto my lap. "Yes, Robert. Thank you." And he kissed me on the lips. Not just a peck, but a deep sensual kiss, right in front of his father. Then he whispered in my ear, "Take me to bed." Of course I did. Who was I to deny such a request from a gorgeous boy. *** Wednesday and Thursday, I worked late. Friday, I got off early and was at Bobby's house by four. He opened the door and jumped into my arms. "Dad said I could spend the night at your place." "Mm great. Go pack a bag," I said. "I don't think I'm going to need any clothes," he smiled. When we arrived at my place, Bobby said, "Do you remember what we did on our one week anniversary?" I smiled. "Yes. Would you like to do that again?" I asked hopefully. "Well, kinda. This is our second week anniversary, so I thought maybe you could do it to me." "Uh... I would love to. But I'm quite a bit bigger than you. I'm afraid it's gonna hurt. Are you sure you want to?" "I'm sure. I want you to be the first, and probably the last." "Do you mean we're only going to do it once?" I asked. "No. I mean you are the only one I'm going to do it with." I tried to prepare him as best I could. My cock is only about seven and a half inches [19 cm] long, but it's also six inches [15 cm] around at the base. The head is even thicker. Even though he was prepared, the entry was agonizingly slow. Once the fat knob popped in, I had to let him get used to it. "Oh Jesus. You have a fat dick." He groaned. I kissed his neck, and stroked his shriveled dick. I worked extremely slow, as I stroked him. After a few minutes, I felt his dick responding. I had only the head and a couple of inches inside him. I pulled back till the ridge was at his muscle, then slid back in. "Oh. Shit. It hurts and feels good at the same time. Do that again." I did, adding an extra half inch. "Oh jesus. Again." I drew back then slid half my cock in. "Oh fuck. I think my dick is dripping," Bobby said. He was right, I could feel it on my fingers, and he wasn't completely hard. "Turn me onto my belly," he demanded. I rolled us over, drew back and gave him another inch and a half. His groan was muffled by the pillow. I repeated this twice, then gave him the rest. "OH FUCK !" I understood that. I began sliding in and out slowly, and soon he lifted his butt up at me. I picked up the pace, and reached under for his cock. It was rigid and dripping. Suddenly I felt it pulsing, as he shot a wad on the bed. "Are you okay baby?" "Oh yes. Don't stop. I want you to cum in me." I kept stroking, claiming his ass for myself. He knew it, and so did I. When my orgasm finally arrived, It was the best of my life. I was sure I deposited a quart of cum in him. I grunted over and over as I filled his chute. We lay exhausted for what seemed an eternity. "That was intense. You made me cum twice," Bobby said. "It was ok. I guess." I said as I caught my breath. Bobby rolled out from under me at that. We both groaned when my cock exited his butt. "What do you mean it was ok? Just Ok?" I pulled him to me in a kiss. "It was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me, baby." He broke the kiss and said, "That's the second time you called me baby. Is it because I'm younger than you?" "No. It's just a term of endearment. It means I love you." Bobby smiled and gave me another kiss. "One little piece of my ass, and suddenly you love me. Damn, I'm good." "Yes you are. But I think I got more than a little piece." "Yeah. It felt more like you tore my ass in half," Bobby said giving his butt a rub. "But you're welcome to tear off another piece if you want." "Later. Let's go get something to eat." I took Bobby to my friend's restaurant. Mark had been my friend since freshman year of high school. I was one of the few who knew he was gay, and accepted it. At the time I had no idea my life was heading in this direction. Mark has a long time partner named Rus. Rus works at the same accounting firm that I do, and I introduced them. "Robert. Great to see you. And who is this beautiful young man?" "Back off, Mark. He's mine." Mark looked surprised, then recovered saying, "Really? If only I had known back in high school. I would have made a play for you myself." "If I had known back then, I might have accepted. This is Bobby. The dinner the other night was for his father and us." "Well, Bobby, any friend of Robert's is a friend of mine. And if you ever want to get friendlier, call me," he said, eyeing Bobby up and down. "Down boy. I told you, he's spoken for. Now pull your tongue back in your mouth and show us to a table. Or should I call Rus." "Meanie. You never were good at sharing your toys," he said leading us in. "Did he mean what I think he meant about getting friendlier?" Bobby asked after Mark left. "Yep. He would definitely like to sample your charms, though I doubt he would jeopardize our friendship to do it." We finished dinner, and of course Mark made a few more inappropriate remarks before we left. Back at my place, Bobby suggested we shower together. What an excellent idea. I have never enjoyed a shower more.We bathed each other and blew each other in the process. Then we cuddled in front of the tv for awhile. It was really very comfortable between us. I fucked him again later in bed. He knew what to expect this time, so it was a little easier. Easier, but just as rewarding for us both. Then we spooned together for a night of wonderful sleep. I have always slept alone, but holding this beautiful creature was a pleasure beyond belief. He woke me in the morning applying pressure to my cock, trying to get it in his ass again. I obliged him of course. This time on his back with his legs in the air, face to face in a lip lock with deep thrusts. I took Bobby home Sunday night, after spending all weekend fucking each other near to death. Robert Jr. asked how our weekend was. "Wonderful, Dad," Bobby answered. *** Monday after work, I arrived just as a man was leaving. "Robert, this is my attorney Howard Lands. Howie, this is Robert." We shook hands politely, and he was gone. "Before you go in to see Bobby, could I have a word with you?" Robert Jr. asked. "As you know, I'm not well. My son is my world, and I have been distraught over what's to happen to him. My bitch of an ex wife doesn't want her own son, and I have no other relatives to rely on. "These last couple of weeks I have watched Bobby go from a sad, lonely little boy, to a very happy young man. I'm aware that having a sexual outlet can be good, but this goes deeper than that. He actually looks forward to each new day. Each day with you, that is. "I must confess, I did a little digging, actually quite a bit of digging. I hired a firm and had you investigated. Please don't be angry. We're talking about my son, and I would do anything for him. Even overlook certain criminal activities, if it is in his best interests." I started to protest, and he held his hand up. "Let me finish. This is not easy for me. What I discovered is you are a very respected and well thought of person, no criminal record, not even a traffic ticket. Even though you have a little money in stocks and bonds, you live within your income. Most importantly Bobby loves you, and you love him. "I say all this because I want to ask a huge favor. I will understand if you say no, but I have a feeling you won't." He picked up a legal size envelope and handed it to me. "If you agree, please sign this and return it to me. Bobby's waiting. Shoo," he said waving his hand. *** Over the next couple of months, I visited almost every day. Weekends, Bobby stayed at my place. I spent many hours talking with Robert Jr. after spending time with Bobby of course. He slowly deteriorated, until one day he called me to come to him. I arrived about the same time as the ambulance did. Bobby was understandably a wreck. He rode with me, following them to the hospital. When I wasn't at work, for the next week, I was at the hospital with Robert Jr., and Robert III. We all had many tear filled hours together, and sometimes it was just Jr. and myself. He told me every story he could remember about Bobby growing up. He told me about his dreams and aspirations for Bobby. And he told me what he expected of me. Then one Friday afternoon, with Bobby and I by his side, he quietly passed away. His last words to me were, "I'm trusting you with my greatest achievement and treasure." The one constant in Bobby's life was gone. It was left to me to be his replacement. A job I accepted completely, willingly, and lovingly. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! 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