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RECAP: Gary's best friend, Mike, has come up for a visit with his preteen son Tommy. As Tommy and Gary have become reacquainted, budding hormones and the need for intimacy have taken their reunion in an unexpectedly sexual direction! After their first intense lovemaking session, Gary is cuddled up against a napping naked little boy, enjoying the afterglow...

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As I lay there, head still nuzzled in the crook of Tommy's arm, I could feel his heartbeat slow, and his breathing become deeper. He seemed so comfortable, and there was probably at least a couple more hours before his dad came home. I didn't see the harm in letting him doze off and recharge for a bit. Even my ever-playful sugar gliders, perhaps sensing the vibe, decided to return one by one to their cage and nuzzle themselves in their pouch. I watched them, occasionally amusing myself by comparing the pouch they settled into with the smooth little tween nut sack cupped in my hand. But in truth, my mind wasn't so much on them as on Mike.

 

I remembered a conversation, perhaps a few months after Mike had moved out of town. Back when we were under the delusion that there would still be regular visits, and regular contact between me and the boy in my arms.

 

"You mean you're not even going to send him up to get him out of your hair for the summer every once in awhile when he's older?" I'd half-pouted, in that sort of joking way that was really more serious than I let on. Mind you, my relationship with Kyle was new and exciting at that point, so the idea that I'd eventually be swapping semen with Tommy was the furthest thing from my mind. I just loved and missed Mike, who was so far away and always so busy with his work and his life down there. The idea of doing my part to raise his son felt like a way to keep my connection with him strong, while still enduring the distance between us.

 

Mike seemed amused, but cryptic and vague in his response. "Hey, you never know."

 

We always danced around the obvious possible dynamic, what with me being a boylover and Tommy being a boy. I suppose most people in my situation wouldn't bring it up because of the fear that even the most accepting friend in the world might have a different take on that sexuality when his own kid was factored in. In my case, it was quite the opposite; Mike was seven years younger than me himself, and many a time in his youth I'd had both motive and opportunity to make a move on him and held back because it was clear he wasn't really ready for anything to happen. I was fairly certain he trusted me implicitly, in that way that only someone who actually experienced being a boy around me could.

 

Still, that night, I felt like I wanted to share my thought process, just to put it out there. "Y'know, the big fear isn't that I'll spend all my time undressing the little bugger with my eyes and masturbating furiously after he goes to sleep."

 

Mike offered me the obligatory reassurance. "I know you won't go after him."

 

"Yeah," I agreed, "but what if he goes after me?"

 

"Well then, I'd be jealous," Mike replied simply. That was, of course, the other reason why it was so easy for Mike to accept me as a boylover; he had a little of it in him as well. Unlike me, though, who was pretty exclusively on the quest for Little Johnny Right, he was basically an omnisexual who had found the perfect match in Sheila Berenson. They were an adorable couple and of course they had their problems, but he used to go through these real patches of self-loathing, and she had this way of bringing out a glow in him that did my heart such good to see. And then Tommy came along and suddenly he had a heart full of love and a true purpose in the world. Bottom line, I had my resentments because she took him so far away from me, but I was also very grateful to her for being ever-present by his side, and giving him the motivation to reach for the stars.

 

But of course the boylover part of Mike still led him to oogle cute boys at the movies or read the occasional Nifty story. Back then, he was just starting to get hyper worried about whether or not he'd ever lose control around Tommy as the boy started to grow into that range where he'd begin to be attractive. I knew he had nothing to worry about.

 

Although, as I recalled the conversation lying in bed, my hands stroking Tommy's balls, I couldn't help but wonder... was Mike the other adult Tommy had been with? Had he failed to contain himself after all? When my new lover had asked what time his dad would be back, was he concerned about being caught in a compromising position by a parent, or being caught having an outside affair by a lover?

I started idly fondling the sleeping boy's penis as I played the logic out in my head. Mike was generally too repressed for that sort of thing, and generally agreed with my ethics about raising and courting being extremely incompatible activities. Still... there was the fact that Tommy had turned out just as sexually adventurous as I'd feared. I certainly hadn't been able to resist him... could Mike have done better, if Tommy had made a move?

My thoughts were disrupted by the cute little cock of the boy in question filling with blood, the natural response to my unconscious manipulations as I rolled it between my fingers. Ready and raring to go again; ah, the joy of youth. I wondered if I was having an impact on his dreams, and of course it was that possibility that turned my casual, almost bored exploration of his genitalia into an actual intent to arouse him. I started to very slowly jerk his cock up and down, admiring it in my hand, and focusing on his heartbeat beginning to speed up under my ear again.

Seeing as how I needed to shake Tommy awake and dress him for his father's impending arrival anyway, I decided, impishly, that another blowjob was the time honored and proper procedure for waking a boy in his state. Squeezing his dick once more, I moved my hand back down to his scrotum and arced down to engulf the immature rod again, beginning a very slow, gentle suction.

 

Sure enough, it didn't take long to awaken him, as I began to feel his hand running through my hair and hear him letting out those soft squeaky moans of his. This time I had no intention of making a drawn out production of it, kicking into high gear as soon as my partner showed signs of life. It wasn't a minute before he started thrusting vigorously into my warm, inviting mouth, almost face-fucking me. "Ohhhh, oh... I'm already getting close, that feels so good..." Suddenly his hand shoot down to his back side, disappearing under his little pert behind, I guess trying to find the spot I'd been wiggling around on earlier. I considered moving my hand up to help him, but my own moan of pleasure pushed him over the edge again, and his dick started pulsing in my mouth. A few watery drops of cum hit my tongue as wave after wave of pleasure wracked that little schoolboy body of his.

 

Panting yet again, Tommy relaxed and lay back, his hand going back behind his head. "Oh wow. Can I live here? I wouldn't mind waking up like that all the time. Even if I do kind of want another nap now..."

 

I chuckled, moving off of Tom's dick to kiss his tummy and then his neck before getting up. "Well, I'd be fine with it, but I think Mike would be a hard sell, not to mention your mom. Still... I should be able to wake you up that way at least a few more times this week, if we're lucky." I moved around the bed to gather up those cute little red briefs. "And feel free to return the favor if you're feeling frisky, I don't think I'll be locking my bathroom door after all."

 

My boy cackled wickedly. "Oh you can count on that!" he declared. Letting out a sigh, he looked around the room for his phone on the nightstand, checking the time. "I guess I better get dressed before my dad gets back, huh?"

 

Holding Tom's underwear out to him, I decided to test the waters on my improbable theory anyway, just in case. "You know him better than I do. The guy I knew probably wouldn't have cared much to find you this way, although I suppose it might lead him to ask a question or two we might rather not answer."

 

The curious look Tom gave me instantly made me feel foolish for even thinking a moment that Mike could have had anything going on with him. "What do you mean wouldn't have cared much finding me this way?"

 

Of course, now I had to actually explain myself. I dropped the underwear on his lap, moving over to the cage and closing it. "Well, he didn't have a lot of hangups about nudity in his youth," I covered, which was pretty much true. "Hell, couple of times hanging around his house he'd walk around naked in front of his family, which I could never relate to. I can handle any other person on this planet seeing me naked but my parents? Fuck that, they lost those rights when I hit puberty." Sitting on the bed next to Tom, I couldn't resist running my hand along the boy's chest. "That's why I took you half-seriously when you said you were coming to dinner nude. Like father, like son, I figured."

 

"Oh," Tom replied pensively, sliding his underwear on. "I didn't know. My dad has always been pretty normal around me, I think. Sometimes he watches TV in his boxers or something but I haven't seen him naked in... a long time. But it's different when a boy is naked with a man I guess! We don't want him to get the wrong... or right idea?"

 

I leaned in and gave my young lover a soft kiss on the lips, one last bit of affection to tide us over. "Heh, no, probably not. Anyway, your shirt should be done in the dryer by now. Come on downstairs and let's give him a call, see if he's got plans for dinner."

 

I watched at Tom stood up and slipped his jeans on, doing that cute little thing boys do where he jumped up just a little bit to pull them up to his waise before buttoning and zipping them up. "Sounds good!"

 

He tucked his cell phone in his pocket and together we traipsed down the stairs, me humming a very happy 'I just had sex' kind of tune to let out some of the excess energy. I opened up the dryer and removed Tom's shirt, making an exaggerated show out of sniffing it before handing it back to the youth. "I dunno, smelled better when it smelled more like you, I think."

 

"Well let me fix that!" the mischievous imp grinned, grabbing the shirt and rubbing it all around his body, wiping it under his arms. "I wonder if it'll smell like sex with me putting it on now," he joked, pulling the shirt over his head. "So... before we call my dad, Uncle Gary, can I ask you something?"

 

I shook my head at his antics, sitting back down at my computer and waking it up. "I think there's a rule that once you've had your dick in someone's mouth, you're pretty much entitled to ask them anything," I quipped, patting my knee to invite Tom to sit on it. "So yes, of course, ask away."

 

Tom ignored the invitation, a look of consternation on his face as he hesitated a moment. I turned away from my computer, figuring that this was going to be a bit more serious than anticipated. I expected I might have opened up a bigger can of worms than I thought, talking about Mike's lack of inhibitions. So his actual question, consequently, took me a bit by surprise. "Do you um, like... only boys? Like...what do you see in me? And like, um, does my dad know?"

 

"Ahhh," I involuntarily murmured, the gravity of the questions hitting me. I took a moment to ponder the questions and put my thoughts in order before responding. I did, for a brief moment, consider lying for conveniences' sake, given that I wasn't sure how far this rabbit hole was going to go and it might cause Mike to have to deal with a lot of extra questions down the line. But I immediately dismissed that idea. Of course I would be honest with this boy, especially after we'd just had sex twice. The chips would just have to fall where they may. "Well... in reverse order, yes, your dad is aware of all the particulars of my sexuality. With you in particular, I see a very attractive young man who needed to express himself sexually tonight and, because I care about him and because I find him incredible in both mind and body, I willingly obliged. I hope you're not asking out of any kind of regret, because I thought we mostly talked that out before we did it. And in terms of my sexuality in general... that's a tough one. I've loved men before, but only men who I first knew as boys, so in that sense I suppose it is just boys that initially draw me."

 

Adorably, I think Tom could sense a little fear in my voice at the mention of possible regret, because he took the time to place a reassuring hand on my shoulder and smile at me. "No way, no regrets! And just so you know um... you're not the... the first I've been with. But maybe the best at blowjobs!" He returned to a serious expression on his face again. "So um... like, my dad is cool with you liking boys?"

 

"Well, he was, six years ago," I responded simply. "It's not like we've had a hundred conversations about it since then, and your mom can be very persuasive in turning his thoughts when she puts in the effort." I shrugged. "If you're thinking that he dropped you off expecting something to happen, though, I doubt it. He just knows me well enough to know that nothing was going to happen without your consent. And he should know me well enough to know that I consider my relationship with you separately from my relationship with him, so it's not violating his trust that something did happen."

 

As sure as I tried to sound about that last part, I'm sure Tom was perceptive enough to catch that there was a small bit of convincing himself of that fact in there as well. He looked relatively unsatisfied with my answers, but quickly smiled and said with a sort of faux giddiness, "Thanks for answering my questions! Now I'm getting hungry, where is my stupid dad at anyway?"

 

I pointed towards the boy's jeans. "You're supposed to call him, remember? Knowing him, he'll either be bringing something home or wanting to eat out, but I'd like to make sure so I can have dinner ready in case he surprises me." I tilted my head to one side. "You sure that was it? You seemed... like you wanted to know something else."

 

"I was just curious about my dad is all," Tom admitted, "it's cool. Let me give him a call now. Betchya he won't answer and will text back later!"

 

I should've taken the bet. After about ten seconds, Tom starting talking animatedly into the phone. "Hey dad! I was just calling to see when you'd be coming back and Uncle Gary wanted me to ask if you had any plans for dinner?" ... "Oh, cool! Yeah Thai food sounds great to me. Hang on, let me ask him...." He pulled the phone down from his face and turned to me, "Hey dad wants to grab Thai food on the way home. Is that cool and what do you want?"

 

"Hmmm... well, I'd order the cream of Sum Yung Gai, but I already had that for lunch," I quipped under my breath, pinching Tommy's butt and making him squeal with laughter. Louder, I said, "Hey Mike! Payang Curry for me, please, with Thai Iced Tea. And tell your kid that it's polite to let his elders actually win at video games now and again!" Note that it wasn't lying, I never actually said that the boy and I had wiled away the afternoon on the PC. I just allowed my quip to do the heavy lifting of implication.

 

Tom giggled, then put the phone back up to his head, "Yeah I've been having fun. Uncle Gary is cool.... yeah, I'll have what your having like usual.... Cool, that sounds good... OK Dad, we'll see you in twenty minutes... Love you too!" Tom hung up the phone and looked over at me mischievously. "So Uncle Gary, if my dad is cool with you, um, liking boys, why do we have to hide what we're doing from him too? Not that I want him to know... I'm just curious!"

 

"Well, there's three things to consider here, my young friend," I remarked, trying to do a deliberately bad impression of a wise old ninja master. "First, there's the chance - the admittedly small chance, but the chance - that your father's reaction will be less than ideal. He does not do things halfway when he gets angry, and I'm rather attached to my balls."

 

Tom laughed nervously, sparing a glance down to my shorts-covered jewels. "OK, I guess I get that..."

 

"The second," I continued, keeping up the schtick, "is your feelings to consider. Even if I was willing to risk my balls, I didn't figure it was something you'd want him to know. After all, I can brag about landing this adorably hot redheaded convertible, while you basically took a joyride in a rusted old chevy with a broken door."

 

Tom looked up at me with big eyes and stepped a little closer, throwing his arms around me affectionately. "Hey, don't say that! I think you're... well you're sexy! And your big cock is too!" He gave a brief squeeze to the object in question, for emphasis, and it twitched hello in response. Mind you, as I think I mentioned before, it's not that big by adult standards. Probably a little below average, actually. Hearing him say it was almost made me quote that line from Hook, when Robin Williams' Peter Pan laments that he remembered Captain Hook as being a lot bigger. `To a ten year old, I'm huge,' was the reply, which my mind always went into the gutter when I heard it.

 

I decided my uncultured paramour probably wouldn't get the reference, though, so I simple poked the boy's nose in appreciation. "Well, I think you're crazy, but I'm not about to try to change your mind about it." I dropped the wise old ninja voice as I concluded. "The third thing is that if we DO decide we're going to tell him, we don't just drop it in his lap. The gods of comedic timing would smite us for that, my young padawan. No no no, we have to make the reveal in the most hilarious, mischievous way possible. Asking for a taste of my payang curry and then just swapping it mouth to mouth, for example."

 

Apparently that image tickled Tom's funny bone, since he burst out laughing. "Oh man, that would be so funny. I wonder if he'd have a heart attack from shock!"

 

I laughed along with him, enjoying the comradery of the moment. Getting up to nab myself a glass of water, I added, "One thing's for sure, he'd never see it coming. I do so enjoy surprising that dad of yours."

 

"Oh yeah? What kind of surprises have you pulled on him?" Tom asked curiously.

 

Pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge, I took a moment to peer at the flavor label. Good enough as a thai prelude. I removed a second one and tossed it to Tom. "Orange jasmine," I told the boy, gesturing to the bottle. Opening mine up, I turned my attention to the lad's question. "Oh, y'know, the usual dumbass pranks, for one. Dipping his hand in water to make him piss himself, putting fizzy apple juice in a bottle and telling him it's beer, stealing and hiding his clothes when he skinny dips in the river. One time for April Fools Day I told him I got drunk, slept with your Aunt June and decided I was straight after all. That one was hilarious."

 

Tom caught the drink and looked at it questioningly, probably wondering about the flavor choice. By the end of the list of pranks, it was the furthest thing from his mind; he was too busy cackling aloud with that infectious laugh of his. "I can't believe you made him piss himself! And stole his clothes! I can't even imagine. Can we pull a prank on him?"

 

"Pranks are how we show love in this house, my sexy little beast," I enthusiastically replied, giving the boy a peck on the cheek before sitting back down. "How cruel do you want to be? We can keep it playful and just unleash the gliders on him tonight, or we can be a bit more playfully sadistic. Maybe I can tell him you ran away, make like I accidentally offended you by saying something stupid about Marky. Or we could say your mom called and she's flying up tonight."

 

Tom's eyes widened like little saucers at some of those suggestions. "I don't want to be too cruel! I just want to catch him off guard..."

 

I took a sip of my water, winking teasingly at my literal and figurative partner in crime. "Aren't you sweet... your old man would've eaten you alive back in the day, rookie. Believe me, he gave back as good as he got." I helds up my hands to stave off any potential protest. "But perhaps you're right, maybe after a six year hiatus, it would be best to ease him back into things. Got any pitches?"

 

"Hmmmm," Tom said contemplatively. His face twisted in this look of adorable perturbment as he started workshopping devious ideas in his head. It made him look even hotter to me. "Something that will embarrass him!" That seemed like a promising lead, so I actually found myself sitting up a bit further in my seat, interested. After a pause, however, the boy looked a little defeated, confessing, "I'm not very good at thinking of pranks."

 

I rolled my eyes, admittedly a bit disappointed. Giving up at the first hurdle was so far beneath this precocious youth. "Well, pranks are just like sex, kiddo, you can look it up online and get a handle on the basics but you only get good at it with experience." The comparison brought my earlier thoughts back to the forefront, and I decided that maybe this wasn't the worst time to segue into expressing them. In a way I hoped still sounded lighthearted on the surface, I added, "Which by the way, I did notice how phenomenal you were."

 

The implication regarding his prior experience could not have been more plain, and true to his intelligence, Tom seemed to immediately pick up on it. "Well I told you you're not my first, you know!!" he asserted with a seemingly nervous chuckle.

 

"You did mention," I acknowledged. "And even if you hadn't, the way you dove at my dick, well... nobody craves a cheeseburger that badly if they haven't tasted one before." I gave the boy time to appreciate my wit at the analogy before steering the conversation a bit deeper down the rabbit hole. "Still, I may not be porn star material, but I have to imagine I'm a fair bit bigger than Marky, and you didn't seem phased at all by it."

 

Tom's cheeks turned a distinctly pretty shade of crimson. "Well jeez, you're observant! I'm not sure I should say much... you're the thickest I've had fun with, but not the longest." He seemed a little embarrassed at the admission.

 

He also seemed a little concerned, and so again my hand shot up, this time to signal that such concern wasn't necessary. "Hey, I didn't become a hypocrite in the last half hour, lover. I'm not going to judge another adult for having fun with you, or vice versa. I just want to know that he did right by you. That he at least talked it out like I tried to do."

 

"Ummm maybe not as much talking as you," Tom admitted, squirming a bit, "but I still liked it."

 

A response was on the tip of my tongue, but before I could express it, a knock on the front door nabbed my attention. Apparently Mike was still pretty familiar with the town roads. "Well, to be continued," I grimaced, shooting my eyes towards the door. "And there goes the kidnapping plan." I gave the boy a playful, teasing wink. "You'll just have to follow my lead when I come up with something. Or I'll follow yours... you know, again." With a slight chuckle, I got up and moved to open the door.