Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 18:01:45 -0700 From: Joe Webster Subject: MY LIFE AS A WHORE - Beginning, Part 1 MY LIFE AS A WHORE Hi, my name's Joey, and, yeah, I'm a whore. One of those guys that just can't seem to get enough dick in him. I love to suck it, lick it, drink the cum from it, swallow piss from it, feel it all over my body. But the best, oh yeah, the real best is when some stud is over me, his hips pumping his cock in and out of my hungry male cunt. Sound strange to you? Bother you at all? Too bad! I make no apologies and don't ask for any. Besides, if you're reading this, you like cock too! This is my story and I don't really care if you like it or not, but hope you enjoy it anyway! Anyway, how did it all start. Hmm, strange to think of it now, but it was so scary and yet, so exciting too. I lived in a small town in Ohio and did all the same things that other guys did there. Well, maybe not all of them. At that time, I was a kid like any other, except for the urge to look at other guys and men's crotches. I don't know why I was a crotch watcher, but I was. There was something mysterious and exciting when I would look at guy's crotch. Knowing that the bulges I saw there were made from the same thing that I had between my legs. I hadn't seen too many naked guys or men at that time, but that changed a little later. Anyway, at the school I went to I met an older student. He must have been around 16 at the time and I was eleven. We used to play this little game. There were some old steps that led down to a basement under the building housing the third through sixth grades. Nobody used it and it was on the side near the track and bleachers. Strange, even now, I couldn't tell you all that he looked like, and, his name was Kyle, but I do remember the way he excited me. He would take me down to the bottom of the stairs and have me sit on his lap. We would talk and joke together, and then, he began to kiss me. It was wild as I had never had a "man" kiss me. No bother to me that he was only 16, to me he was a man. We must have spent almost every one of my recesses, and a few of my lunch hours, down in that space with me on his lap. I cared less about doing other things, I was enjoying the attentions of this man as he kissed me, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth and making me squirm on his lap. Oh sure, I knew he had a hardon in his pants each time we did this, but it was so exciting, so forbidden, I didn't care and eagerly participated in everything we did. I even liked it when he would slide his hands up under my shirt and play with my titties. Or, when he would slide my pants down, exposing my little boy cock and balls, and my ass to him. He would rub his hands all over me, my cock and balls, my ass, all the while, our lips were locked together. He would place my hand on his bulging crotch a lot, but he never let me take out what he had there. I didn't care, his hands on me, the way they rubbed my skin and the sweet things he said to me were enough. As things progressed, his hands did other things to me. He would pinch and pull at my little nipples and suck them till I was gasping for air as I held on to his head. Then, his hands, those big rough hands would be on my ass again. I learned to spread my legs wider, to offer myself to him, as he licked his finger and would slide a finger up into my ass hole. The first time or two it hurt, but I noticed how excited he was when he did it and I just wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel! This went on for most of that year. I loved the times with him and now that I think of it, were some of the best of my childhood. He had dark hair, dark eyes and I guess a nice body. Things seemed to go on like that and in the spring, it was like I was always eager for recess. To be with Kyle. To feel his hands on me, to kiss him, to taste his tongue, to let him play with my little hole. By this point, he was using two fingers on me each time he played with my hole, my boypussy as he called it. I would always giggle and get excited when he'd call it that. Then, with the weather warming nicely, he would have me strip off my clothes so I was naked on his lap. I loved that, to be naked with his big rough hands playing with me. He'd even lay me down on a blanket of his shirt and my clothes and hold me against him as he slid his fingers in and out of my hole. I would have my leg up over his thigh as he worked the fingers in and out of my hole, as I gasped into his mouth and humped myself against him. I don't remember how it happened, but one Friday night I got permission to spend the night at his house. I remember the long bus ride to his place, the strange kids on the bus looking at me till I got to his stop. I got off the bus and looked around as a big station wagon pulled up. Kyle got out and led me into the back and introduced me to his brother Jude. Jude was a lot older than either of us, and he had only one full arm. The other was a stump just below the elbow. He had lost it in the army somehow, but I never remembered as I was too excited to be with Kyle again. Jude drove us to their house and then, I didn't remember seeing him much after that. The first thing Kyle did was take me to his bedroom and we fell on the bed laughing and tickling each other. At one point, Jude came in and told us that our dinner was on the table and that he was leaving. We got up and had the meal and then, it was back to the bedroom. Only, this time, Kyle had me strip for him while he lay on the bed. Then, he began to take off his clothes. I marvelled at the way his body was covered in light hair between his tits, with a dark line that led down to his crotch in his underwear. He didn't take them off as he led me back to the bed and lay me down on my back. I lay there as he lay on top of me, telling me to spread my legs wide for him, as he kissed me, stroking my sides and down to my butt. He rolled over onto his back, pulling me on top of him as his hands spread my butt cheeks and his fingers lightly slid along my crack. What I was thinking at that time, I don't remember, but I do remember that it felt so good, so right to be this way with him. Things become a blur from then till later in the night, lying in his bed, naked, him naked, the dark surrounding us. He told me he was going to show me something really special that night and I gasped when he grabbed my little dick. He stroked it, stroked my balls, down to my crotch and then, the most wonderful thing happened! As he stroked my dick, these new sensations slid over me and I felt my first orgasm. I didn't really know what it was and was a bit scared, but I was with Kyle and that helped. Especially when my body jerked and writhed from his ministrations as my lower body bucked up and down. Afterward, he held me against him and I could feel his big hard dick against my little belly. He let me rest a bit, and then, as he threw off the covers and began to stroke my dick again, I just let him, submitting to the wild sensations, letting him bring me to climax again. After he did this a third time, he asked if I wanted to do it to him. I was a little scared, hesitant, but when he put my hand on his hard shaft, I wanted to do it. His cock was only about five inches long, but to me, it felt like it was huge. I stroked it and stroked it, hearing his gasps of pleasure and watching as his hips drove up and down. Then, his body arched upwards and I watched in the moonlight as his dick shot. Hot ropes of this stuff shot from the head again and again, streaking his body and my hand, as he groaned in pleasure. I was embarrassed, maybe a little turned off, by the stuff shooting from his dick. But, he calmed me down, telling me that I would be doing the same soon. I didn't know if he was right as I watched him wipe himself off with a cloth he had next to the bed. Then, he held me against him again. We stayed together like that, till I felt his cock hardening against my belly. He slid his hand over my thigh and around to my butt cheeks and told me to lift my leg over his thigh. I did it, eagerly, wanting too. Then, he was fingering my hole again and he told me to stroke his dick again. I grasped the big hard thing, loving the velvety feel of it as he fingered my hole. I stroked his big dick till I heard him gasping again, but this time, instead of shooting onto himself, he shot onto my body. I didn't care at that point, my ass was on fire and my hand was covered in his cum - though he had to tell me that was what it was. He cleaned me up and then, we fell asleep against each other, naked and I slept with my first man. I loved it and snuggled close to him and slept till his brother Jude woke us the next morning. But then, something happened. All of sudden, my folks were there, with my brother and sister in the car and I was hurriedly rushed out. I never saw Kyle again after that night and day, and I wandered around in a weird fog for most of the rest of the school year. I never did know what happened to him, or what was wrong with what we had done, but I never did anything with anyone for the longest time. By the time I was 14, almost 15, we had moved out to a place in the country. My dad worked and so did my mom. I spent the time at home with my brother and sister, both five and four years older than me. They would leave me for long periods during the day and I hung around the house or went to play with my friends down the road from us. It was strange as I never felt very close to my family. Oh, I loved them, but there seemed to be a strain between them and me. Maybe it was because I was the "accident child" as I had heard myself being referred to by my grandparents. Oh, I was never mistreated, just never taken in close like my older brother and sister. That summer after school let out, my folks told us we were going to go and spend three weeks at a special place. I don't remember the actual name, something like swords ville, or some thing. It was a pretty neat place to go to though. It had rides and places to picnic and the lake was pretty nice to swim in. For the first couple days, I hung around the lake and the cabin we had. My folks had some friends that had joined us, and my brother and sister were mostly with their friends closer to their age. So, I spent most of the time alone. I would swim and watch the other kids and families, but never thought much about anything else. I spent the night in a hammock out on the back porch of the cabin, my brother being in another one at the far end of the porch, while my sister and parents slept inside. Even that didn't bother me, as I could stay awake as long as I wanted and nobody bothered me. But things changed on the third day. That day, as I was sitting in the warm water near the shore, I looked up and I saw the lifeguard. He must have been all of maybe nineteen, maybe twenty, maybe younger, I couldn't tell. But I looked up and could see right between his legs. He was hairy, his chest and his legs were hairy too. He seemed to be in nice shape and from the way the girls kept pestering him, knew he was a looker. He had dark hair, on his head and chest and the deepest tan I had ever seen on a guy. As a couple of girls hung around the base of the tower he was sitting on, he lifted his right leg and the motion seemed to make the orange trunks he had on open up a bit. The girls were on the other side looking up at him, but I could see right up the leg of the trunks. It was dark and yet, the angle of the sun seemed to shine through the thin material and I found my little cock getting hard. I stared as he moved his knee, the motion making the big hairy ball sac in the trunks move. He seemed to adjust himself at one point and when he did, I bit my lip as I got to see the head of his cut cock as it lay in the leg of the trunks. The girls had walked away by this time, but he kept his leg up and absently stroked along his inner thigh near that leg. As he did, I could see the bulge in the leg seem to get harder or bigger. He was getting a hardon right there in front of everyone. I watched as he grabbed a towel and draped it over his knee, sort of hiding what he was doing. I almost gasped as I saw his big hand grasp the hardening cock in the trunks and squeeze and release it. I knew about jacking off, knew the pleasures it gave me, but I had only recently begun to cum. I knew that he was making himself feel good, and just then, I looked up at his face. I blushed real deep and almost turned away, as I realized, he was looking right at me. His eyes seemed to capture mine and I don't know what I did or why, but he smiled at me and then, pulled the leg of his trunks open more and exposed his hard shaft. It was like I was with Kyle again, the memory of that night passing through my mind had me frozen to the spot, staring at his cock! I looked around and no one was paying much attention to what he was doing as I turned and looked back. As I did, he pulled the towel over his waist and spread his legs wider and then, I felt all funny, as he seemed to slide them down. His big dick popped up and he stroked it and I stared at wonder at that big hard dick of his. It was, for me, the most beautiful sight in the world. I looked up at his face and he was smiling now and winked at me as he pointed his dick head at me and raised his eyebrows. I didn't know what he was trying to say or do, but, for some reason, I licked out at my lips at that moment. When I looked up at his face, he was smiling broader and then, readjusted his cock in his trunks and looked over my head. I didn't know what to do. My little dick was straining my swimming trunks and I was afraid to get out of the water. I stayed there a bit and then, as I felt it easing off, I slowly walked out of the water. I walked towards the tower and the guy looked down at me for a minute and then, away. I got closer and as I got almost to it, looked up and said, "Hi." He looked down at me and smiled as he said, "Hi kid. Enjoying the water?" I nodded and he smiled, looking around and almost whispered, as he asked, "And, the view?" I blushed then, shivering from the cooler air, as he chuckled over me. Then, he slid off the tower, his ass almost in my face as he came down. He turned and leaned back against it and looked at me and we began to talk. I don't even remember what we were talking about, or what he said, or I said. I was turned on by being so close to this hot looking man and all the fantasies I'd had of Kyle came rushing back to me. I guess I must have looked like I was going to faint or something, as just then, his big hand reached out and grasped my shoulder as he asked, "You o.k., kid?" I nodded, my head in a fog as I looked into his dark eyes, seeming to see stars in them. I gasped, "Uh, yes, guess, uh, I may have overdone, uh, the sun too much." He laughed and asked, "Sure kid, sure. Uh, where's your cabin?" I pointed in the direction of the cabin and he held his hand on my shoulder as he led me over to it. When we got there, my dad was on the porch, reading a newspaper. He looked up and asked, "Something the matter here guy? Did Joey do something wrong?" He scowled at me, but the lifeguard said, chuckling a little, "Uh, no sir. I just think he had a little too much sun for one day is all." My dad got up and walked over to me and pulled me by the hand as he led me up onto the porch. He looked back at the lifeguard and said, "Uh, thanks son, uh, thanks, sometimes he does that sort of thing. Likes to go and do things a little too much at one time, if you know what I mean?" The lifeguard looked at me and smiled and said, "Well, you know kids sir. They always want it all sometimes, even if they should take it slow." My dad laughed and stuck out his hand and said, "John, John Martin, and you are?" The lifeguard took his hand and shook it saying, "Name's Tony sir." My dad nodded his head and I was sitting in the chair near his and he said, "Well, he looks o.k., and thanks. Appreciate your concern." Tony said, "No problem sir. He's a cute kid and smart, except for wanting too much of a good thing." My dad said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, Joey, you go in the house and get yourself ready for dinner. We have to be at the Johnson's in about an hour." I stood up and as I did, I heard my dad ask, "Say, my wife and I are going to be gone for a couple of days, and well, I know you have a lot to do lifeguarding and all that, but would you mind keeping an eye on Joey for me? His brother is love struck and his sister is too busy with her friends." I walked in the screen door and leaned against the jamb, out of sight of the two of them, as I heard Tony say, "Sure Mr. Martin, no problem. Besides, he seems to like the water and plays by himself a lot, so, I can watch out for him." My dad said, "Well, I just hope this request isn't too much too ask. I mean, he is 14 and you know how rambunctious young boys are at that age. And call me John, o.k., Tony?" Tony said, "Sure, uh, John, and don't worry about Joey, I'll be happy to watch out for him. My cabin is just behind yours in that little grove, so its not an inconvenience." My dad thanked him and I walked to the bedroom, as I heard Tony said goodbye and my dad come in the door. I went in and got out of my clothes and went to the bathroom and turned on the shower and got in. As I did, my dad came into the bathroom and pulled back the curtain. I covered myself immediately, but he smiled and said, "Don't worry Joey, I've seen everything you've got many times. Now, I want to tell you that if Tony asks you to do something over the next few days, you do it, o.k.?" I blushed and nodded, still covering myself for some reason. My dad continued, "And, don't bother your sister or brother, they're a little preoccupied at the moment. Try to find some kids here about your age, o.k.?" I nodded again, and he just looked at me and then, shook his head as he turned and walked out. I stood under the water in the shower for a bit longer and when it started to get cooler, got out. My mind was in a whirl and I couldn't help but feel my little dick sort of twitching, like it was constantly trying to get hard. I went and got dressed and then, left with my parents for the Johnson's, but my mind was swirling with images of Tony and Tony's cock. When we came back to the cabin afterwards, I went to my hammock and found, if I looked through the bushes, I could see the cabin that Tony had said he was staying in. I knew that all the lifeguards and most of the workers there were college students and stayed in large cabins, but Tony's seemed to be off by itself and smaller. When I fell asleep finally, I tossed and turned in the hammock, almost falling out one time, as my mind whirled and strange images flew through it. This was unusual for me as I am mostly a deep sleeper, almost have to have a major accident to occur to wake me up. One particular image was of Tony, over me, kneeling over me, smiling down at me as he said, "Now you're gonna love this Joey!" I didn't know what he meant, but it shook me so hard, I woke up, shaking and shivering from the sweat on my body. I lay there wondering what was happening to me. Just then, the door to the cabin opened and my dad walked out. He was in his boxer shorts and he was smoking a cigarette. He leaned against the pole of the porch roof and then, turned to sort of look in my direction. As he did, I noticed he slid his hand down to his crotch and began to massage his dick in his shorts. I froze, I knew that I was lying there, naked, my body covered in sweat, feigning sleep. Then, as I watched through lidded eyes, he came walking towards me. As he got closer, I noticed the tent in his boxers was getting bigger. I barely breathed as he got so close I could smell his musky man smell, something I had always smelled of him. He stood there, looking down at me and then, lightly, ever so lightly, he stroked his right hand index finger along my cheek. I was afraid to move as his hand continued down my cheek, along my neck and then, down to my chest. His finger slid to my left nipple and he circled it as he flicked his finger nail over it. I could feel my nipple harden, and his breath get ragged as I stayed there, trying not to cry out. Then, I noticed that his other hand was working on his dick in his boxers. I knew he couldn't see my face in the darkness, but if he had, he would have seen me almost wide eyed as I stared at his hand working his dick in his boxers. Then, he pulled it out and I got to see my father's dick for the first time. It was cut, about seven inches long and fat. He stroked it as he continued to play his finger against my nipple, and I moaned as though I was still asleep. His finger paused, but not his hand as he stroked his dick even harder. Then, he groaned lowly, like some purr/growl you hear from some lion. And, then, I felt it. My dad was cumming on me! His first shot hit my belly, the second, down near my thigh. Then, a long thin stream shot out and landed on my chest, right near where his finger was rubbing. A stray drop landed near my mouth, to be followed by one more. Then, as I almost fainted right then and there, he pulled my sheet corner and wiped his cum off my body and turned. I lay there, stunned, not knowing what to say or do! My dad, my own father, had beat off his dick and then, shot his cum on me, his own son! I could still feel the sticky stuff on my body as he had wiped at me quickly. I felt the drops on my face and ran my finger into them, still warm, sticky. I don't know why I did it, but I slid the tip of my finger on the drops and then, stuck the finger into my mouth. I was tasting my dad's cum, his sperm! I sucked at my fingers, the taste not that bad at all. I wiped at the streak on my thigh that he had missed and captured the stuff on my finger and got more into my mouth. I was tasting my father, his cum, his sperm, his seed, and, I loved the taste of it!! Before I could control myself, my whole body spasmed, my dick hard as a rock as I moaned in orgasm, totally all consuming. I woke up with a start and thought, no, it was a dream, a strange wonderful dream. I lay back and as I did, I looked down at my thigh. There, to my widening eyes, was the almost dried streak of cum on my leg. My dad had cum on me, had beat his dick over me. I licked at my lips and could taste the cum on them as I had rubbed it on them before sucking the finger. I didn't know what to do, what to think, how to accept what had just happened. I fell back to sleep, dreaming of watching my dad's big dick spurt and spurt cum, as he stood over me. I woke up later as my brother was shaking me telling me to get up. I got up, groggy, but strangely, still excited. I went into the cabin and did the usual morning things and then, went into the kitchen to sit down. I was at the table, eating cereal when my dad came into the room. He was shirt less, his sweat pants hanging down on his waist, a little paunchy, but still tight, the hair on his chest covering his nipples profusely. I immediately felt a twinge in my little dick as I watched him move around the room, getting his coffee, bending over at the refrig to get something out. When he turned and came to the table, I tried to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. We talked about what I was going to do that day and some other things and then, he asked, "That guy Tony seems like a nice young man. Have you ever met him before?" I froze inside a little. This was the way it had been ever since the night with Kyle. Anytime I met or was around someone older than me, my dad would ask me questions about the person. For some reason though, this time, I looked him straight in the eye and said, "No, yesterday was the first time I ever met him." My dad stared at me and I knew he was a little shocked at how forward I was with him. Usually, I would hang my head anytime an adult asked me something, but after what had happened the night before, I must have been changed somehow. He harrumphed and drank his coffee, watching me as I finished my cereal. When I got up to put the dish in the sink, running the water to clean it a little, I could feel his eyes on me. I turned my head around for a second and could tell he was staring at my butt. I don't know why but I leaned over a bit more to the sink, pushing my butt backwards and up, and I could see his eyes widen and his tongue slide out over his lips. When I turned around though, he was sipping his coffee. I don't know why or what happened at that moment, but just then, some strange thoughts went through my head. Memories of other nights, when I would be asleep, or maybe half asleep, and seeing a man standing over me by my bed. I remembered two other times that I had awakened in the dark bedroom at home and my legs and belly had felt sticky. I jerked at the memory and almost ran out the door onto the porch, my breath coming raggedly as I leaned against the wall. Last night wasn't the first time my dad had come on me!! That realization was like some kind of bomb exploding in my head. I felt faint, yet, I stood there, staring out at the grassy area in the back of the cabin. I was shaking, shivering almost, and my little dick was the hardest I had ever felt it. I went and sat in a chair over to one side trying to get my breath under control, my mind swirling with all kinds of wild thoughts. Just then, my dad came out of the house, stretched and said, "Going for a little walk Joey. Tell your mom I'll be back in a bit." I stared at him, still shirt less, in the sweat pants and I don't know what I wanted to do just then, what I should say. The only thing that came out was, "Yes dad," as I watched him stroll off the porch and then, start walking towards another cabin down the path. I watched as he knocked at the door and he went in. It was the Johnson's cabin and I bit my lip and held my breath as the image of him, his hand stroking that big dick of his, its shooting at me, the feel of his cum on me, the nearness of him! I was in such a state, I didn't even hear my mom call to me. It took her three times and I realized she was asking where dad was. I finally answered as she stood at the screen door, holding it open as she stared at me. For the next couple of hours my mind was going wild with strange thoughts and images as I watched my dad, who had come back from the Johnson's, and mom get ready to leave. They finally left and so did my brother and sister and I was left alone in the cabin. I tore into the bathroom and sat on the commode, my shorts down around my ankles as I stroked my little hardon. I kept replaying the image of my dad, standing there, his big dick spurting cum at me, and beat my little cock so hard, I almost cried when I climaxed. My whole body shook and I slid off the commode onto the floor, as I writhed in wild abandon. I didn't know what was happening to me, but was so wrapped up in the feeling, I almost didn't hear the knock at the door to the cabin. I quickly got my pants up and ran out to the door and opened it and stood there staring. It was Tony. He was wearing his orange lifeguard trunks and nothing else, a big towel slung over his shoulder. He smiled and said, "Hey lil' buddy. What's up?" I flushed and said, "Uh, nothing Tony, uh, my mom and dad aren't here right now." He smiled and came in and said, "No problem little guy. You're dad stopped at my cabin and asked if I'd keep an eye on you today and tomorrow. So, here I am." I didn't know what to say as I stared up into his deep dark eyes. Then, lowering my head, I said, "Uh, sure, let me go get into my swimming trunks." He said, "Sure thing lil' buddy." I walked to the bedroom and as I leaned over to get the trunks, I saw him standing in the doorway. I don't know why I should have been embarrassed, but I was, as I slid off my shorts and held my the trunks. I knew he had seen my naked butt, but for some reason, I wanted him too. In fact, I leaned way over to slide my feet into the trunks and stayed bent over as I pulled them up and slowly over my butt cheeks. When I turned around he was standing there and I could tell something had happened as the mound in his trunks seemed to be a bit bigger. He jerked for a second and said, "Come on lil' buddy. I can't be late for work." I followed him out of the cabin and he led me down to the lake. He went to the tower and said, "Now, don't get lost or anything. I'll be here if you need me, o.k., lil' buddy?" I nodded, enjoying the way he called me lil' buddy. He climbed into the tower and I walked around and put my towel and stuff nearby, but a little away from it. I played around the water and stuff most of the day. I met a couple of other kids there, but I didn't try to get to know them, just played with them and then, was glad when they left. I kept watching Tony all the time, the way he moved, the way he laughed when one of the inevitable girls came to pester him. The way he answered and talked to the other camp folks who came to ask him something or other. At noon time, he got down from the tower as another guard came up to relieve him and he came and got me, taking me to the little hamburger stand. He fed me a hamburger and fries and something to drink. As we sat there eating, people would come up to talk to him. He would seem to just take it all in stride as he talked and joked with them. I couldn't help but feel special as I sat there with him as the meal went on. He even introduced me to some of the people and my hair was tousled a bit and a few of the women commented on my blond hair. You see, I was pretty cute for a young kid. I didn't really think so, but a lot of folks told me. How my blond hair and blue eyes were so cute. As for my body, other than the fact that my butt stuck out a bit, I thought it was just like any other 14 year old kid's. We finished eating and went back to the tower. The other guard was still there and Tony introduced him to me as Hank. Hank was taller than Tony, not as much hair on his body, but powerful looking. Tony told me that he played football in college and was one of their star running backs. Hank and he joked a bit and then, Hank left. I stared after him as he walked away, and was startled when Tony put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Breathe Joey!" I gasped as I didn't realize that looking at Hank had made me hold my breath. Tony laughed and said, "Hank seems to have that effect on a lot of people Joey. Don't worry about it, nothing wrong. Now, you go and sit down for a bit and I'll let you know when you can go back in the water. O.k., lil' buddy?" I beamed up at him and said, "Yes Tony." He chuckled as I turned and then, he swatted my butt and said, "And wait till I tell you its safe!" I blushed and almost ran to my towel and sat down, my legs closing tightly as I watched him get back up into the seat at the top of the tower. I sat there for awhile, laying back and almost fell asleep I felt so good. Just then, as I was about to doze, someone kicked my feet and I looked up to see my older brother and four of his friends. He said, "Hey twerp, what are you doing?" I stammered, "Uh, I just, uh, uh, had lunch, and, uh, well, was waiting for Tony to tell me I could, uh, go into the water." My brother, Brad, looked at me and said, "Well, you will have to fix yourself something to eat tonight twerp. Me and the guys are going to a party." I stared at his friends and covered my crotch for some reason as they looked down at me. I said, "O.k., Brad. Will Jenny be back later?" He asked, "What the hell do I know about that bitch! She's so hung up on that Charlie guy, she'll probably get her brains balled out! So, don't worry about sis, you just remember to stay around the cabin, you hear!?" I nodded and just then, Tony came up to us and asked, "Some problem here guys!?" Brad and the others seemed to start a bit, but Brad said, "No, just letting Joey here know he'll have to fix his own dinner tonight." Tony asked, "You his brother Brad?" Brad nodded and said, "Oh, you must be that guy Tony mom and dad talked about." Tony said, "Yeah, and Joey can come and stay in my cabin tonight if you aren't going to be in yours. Don't want him left alone." Brad said, "Hey that would be great Tony. Then me or sis won't have to worry about the little twerp." He laughed and looked at me and said, "Well, see you brat!" He and his friends walked off, as Tony stood over me. I looked up at him and the way he was standing, the sun behind him, his body so powerful over me had me gasping. He must have interpreted my gasp as something else as he squatted in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders and said, "Don't worry about it lil' buddy. We'll have fun and besides, your brother seems like a real ass hole." I was a little bothered by him calling my brother that, but I said, "Well, he is older than me and doesn't like me to be around much." Tony saw something in my eyes and leaned real close and looked right into my eyes and said, "Well I like you being around Joey!" I knew, I could have kissed him right then, or something as I almost broke down and cried, no one had ever made me feel the way Tony did just then. But he pulled my head towards his and bent it and kissed my forehead and said, "Besides, I don't have a lil' buddy like you around my house. If I did, I'd sure treat him better than Brad seems to treat you." I didn't say anything and watched as he got up and walked back to the tower. From that moment on, the rest of the day was mostly a blur for me. I played and Tony joined me in the water a couple of times. I loved the way he could pick me up and toss me and hold me afterwards, his strong hairy body so close and warm. I loved the way he would grab at me sometimes, his big hand grabbing my butt to push me over, or the way his hands slid over my skin. He showed me how to swim better and I was like a limp rag in his hands as he moved around and around. I loved it when he would pull me against his hard body and rub me from behind. A couple of times I think he had a hardon as he pressed me against him, my body lifted and held against his hard chest and belly, his legs wrapped around mine to hold me close. It was a couple of those times that I felt his hardon pressing against my butt, and for some reason, I really liked it and even pushed my butt back into him harder. Finally, around four, he came down from the tower and said, "Come on Joey. Time to leave." Then, as I stood up, he took my hand and walked back to my cabin with me. I was in heaven or somewhere as, even though I was, at least too me, too old to be led by the hand, his hand on mine gave me goose bumps. We got to my cabin and he said, "Get your toothbrush and stuff and come out when you're ready to go." I hurriedly got my toothbrush and some clean clothes and ran back out to him. We went over to his cabin and went inside and I sat on the couch in the sparse little cabin as he went into the bathroom.