Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2016 00:26:08 +0100 (BST)
From: smashing@tutanota.com
Subject: Stanley part 1

It was another hot day in New Mexico so I was taking my time planting the
petunias I had purchased the day before, keeping them watered and out of
the sun. I only bought a dozen - two flats of six plants each - and planned
to take it easy planting them because of my back.  I had donned my back
brace and really was taking it easy but I knew I wouldn't last long bending
over to plant the flowers. The lady across the street waved when I came out
wit the plants but, of course, she didn't offer any help. But then I doubt
I would have accepted. She was an older lady, probably forty or fifty, and
I wasn't much into ladies. Especially older ladies.

I had volunteered for the Army when I graduated form high school and became
an MP. One dark night six months into my enlistment a drunken full bird
colonel ran me down while I was patrolling the base, leaving me with a back
that would never work right again. After nearly a year of hospitals and
therapy the Army gave me a medical discharge and sent me on my way. The VA
gave me full disability and social security kicked in with SSDI so I didn't
have to worry about working or making money which was good since I wouldn't
have been able to hold down a job anyway.

I had planted five of the petunias and was digging a hole for the sixth
when I noticed a small pair of feet in front of me. Looking up I saw a
young boy of nine or ten, possibly as old as eleven, dressed in an old tee
shirt that could have doubled for a tent with some trademark symbol I
didn't recognize and a pair of baggy shorts that extended past his knees.
He wasn't the drop-dead-gorgeous boy that everyone wants to meet but he
wasn't homely either.  His dish-water hair was buzzed like a new recruit
accenting ears that stuck out too far.  He was slender, freckled too much
and had non-descript brown eyes. His smile, however, made up for a lot.

"Hi," he said, hands in his pockets.

"Hi back at you," I replied.

"Whatcha doin?"

I looked at the petunias I had just planted, looked at the ones remaining
in the trays, at the hole I had just dug and returned my gaze to him. I
answered as seriously as I could, "Changing the oil in my car."

He laughed merrily and said, "No you're not. You're planting flowers."

I joined in his laughter. "Well, if you already knew what I was doing, why
did you ask me?"

He shrugged. "I was just being friendly."

"Well then, hey there."

"Why do you have a cane?" he asked indicating the cane on the ground next
to me.

"I have trouble walking and it helps."

"Is that why you're wearing that thing around your middle?"

"Yes, it's a brace and keeps the pain away for a while. My back is messed
up so it's hard to do a lot of things."

"Oh," he paused with a troubled expression on his face, apparently deciding
how he should respond to my revelation. He smiled, like the warm sun coming
out from behind a cloud on a cool spring day. "I'll help you." He went down
on his knees, grabbed the trowel I had been using and began stabbing the
dirt with it.

"Hold on," I said retrieving the trowel from him. "Why don't I dig the
holes so they will be where I want them and you can plant the petunias?" He
was agreeable and I showed him how to remove the plant from the flat, place
it in the hole and fill in the dirt around it.

I dug another hole and watched as he planted a petunia in it to be sure he
did it right. He did. The shirt hung open giving me a nice view of his
upper body. He was very smooth with dark brown nipples and I could see the
crotch of his pants. I didn't see any bulge there but considering the way
he was sitting on his knees and his apparent age that wasn't surprising. I
felt desire begin to rise so I started digging another hole.

As we scooted down the row I kept sneaking peeks at his wonderfully
enticing chest and belly. I hoped I wasn't being too obvious or grinning
like a village idiot. I had a warm feeling inside I hadn't felt for a long
time and I wanted it to last. We talked as we worked and got to know each
other.  His name was Stanley, he had just turned ten, was an only child,
lived with his mother - no idea where his father was, and was going to
start fifth grade in he fall. But, as they say, all good things must come
to an end, and we were at the end of the planting. My back was beginning to
burn with pain so I knew it was time for some pain meds and some time in
bed relaxing. And maybe masturbating about Stanley.

"Well, we're through here," I said, smiling through the pain I felt. "You
were a great help. Thank you very much."

"That's OK," he replied cheerfully. "What are we going to do next?"

"You can get my cane and help me up. Then you are going home and I'm going
inside and take something for the pain while I rest." He retrieved my cane
and did his best to help me stand up.

"I thought I could help you do some other stuff," his face a picture of
disappointment.

"Sorry but I can't go on any longer. I'm hurting and it's time for me to
rest. You really were a big help and I appreciate it. Besides, your mother
wouldn't like you being here."

"She wouldn't care. She never does. Anyway, she's at work until seven and I
don't need to be home until then."

"I think she'll care but in any case that doesn't change the fact I can't
do any more until I rest."

"OK. I'll come help you later." He was smiling again and I couldn't tell
him to stay away. He left I went inside to try to relieve my pain. I
noticed the old lady watching from her window.

I popped a couple pills and gently laid down. Instead of having a nice
fantasy I began to worry. I was sure Stanley's mother would go through the
roof as soon as she found out he had been with me because I was a
registered sex offender. Yep, that's me. Horrible monster that will run
amok first chance he gets. Can't trust him within sight of your
children. "OK," I thought. "That's enough feeling sorry for yourself. But
mom won't like Stanley being here, so that's that."

After the Army kicked me out I was living in a duplex in a nicer part of
town. After renting the duplex I discovered a real-live drop-dead-gorgeous
boy lived in the other half of the building. He was an outgoing twelve year
old boy and I had fantasies about getting into his pants. His name was
Jim. His hair was very blonde and his complexion was as clear as any boy I
had ever seen. The top of his head just fit under my chin and he had a
wonderful build, not skinny at all nor did he have an ounce of fat on him.
We got to be friends and he spent time in my place watching TV, playing
video games and horsing around.

I couldn't do much when we were horsing around due to my back problems but
he usually let me catch him so I could tickle. When he tensed his stomach
it was like a rock. He was a hard boy. He would squirm around and I would
occasionally let my fingers stray to his package, getting a nice feel
before I "realized" what I was touching and moved my hand to somewhere
else. He never complained or acted like he minded so I did that more often.

Eventually I encountered a boner when I tickled him there. I was pretty
excited about it but I also knew that boys his age often got boners for no
reason. However, he still didn't complain and almost every time I got a
feel that day he had a boner. Eventually I had him on his back across my
lap tickling his belly and I went for his boner. I could see it through his
pants which were stretched tight. He held still as I massaged the
incredibly hard boner. I judged it to be about four inches long and he had
a nice pair of balls.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing with your dick," I replied. He kind of laughed and rolled his
eyes, like he realized it was a dumb question but did nothing to stop
me. He relaxed and closed his eyes as I continued to play with him.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, looked at me, took a deep breath and said,
"Suck it."

I was surprised. "You want me to?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered with conviction.

It was more than I had hoped for. "Well, I can't suck it while you're
laying on my lap. Get up."

He stood up and I stood up. I sat him on the couch we had been on,
positioning him on the edge. I got on my knees between his legs and pushed
his shirt up. It slid back down in the way so I pulled it over his head so
he was shirtless. His chest was smooth and hairless of course. Light brown
nipples stood out sharply and there was a hint of a six pack.  I unbuckled
his belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. Jim was beginning to
shake now. I wasn't sure if it was nervousness or excitement but he seemed
more than willing to let me do whatever I wanted.

"Ever had a blow job?" I asked, trying to dispel his anxiety and determine
his experience in these matters.

"No!" he answered like maybe I thought he was some kind of rent boy.

"Well," I said, smiling, "you won't be able to say that when you leave
here."

I pulled his tighty-whiteys down so his boner was exposed then reached
behind him, slipped my hands into his underwear and lifted his butt up
while I pulled his pants down. He was just over four inches and I was
pretty sure I could get the whole thing in my mouth. It was uncircumcised
and the top half of the head was protruding past the foreskin. A very small
patch of downy soft blolnde hair had begun to sprout. I knew I was going to
visit heaven today.

"Do you have sperm yet?" I knew he did but was curious about whether he
jacked off or not. He answered by shrugging his naked shoulders. I asked,
"Does that mean you don't know or you don't want to tell me?"

"I don't know."

"I'll know very soon," I said and began to slowly kiss and lick his
delectable boner all over.

When the entire length was wet and shiny I pulled it toward me and marveled
at its hardness. Whimsically I wondered if it were possible to break
it. Sticking my tongue out I tickled and played with his pee hole, knowing
he was watching. I ran my tongue over all the head that was protruding past
the foreskin as he watched, then took all of the head in my mouth and ran
my tongue over the rest of it, getting it wet. Holding his dick between my
thumb and forefinger near my lips I slowly pulled the skin back, leaving
the entire head naked to my questing tongue.

I could hear he was breathing hard as I played him with my tongue. Then I
slid my lips down the length of his marvelous bone until they were at the
base and my nose was in that soft hair, pressed against his belly. He
groaned, grabbed my head and pressed me even more tightly against his
belly, holding me in place. He reached to the back of my throat, nearly
gagging me but I was able to resist the gagging. I ran my tongue back and
forth across his hard dick until I needed a breath of air. I pulled back
but he pushed my head back down on his hard. I tried this a couple time
with the same result. Finally, needing air desperately I pushed away
forcefully and gasped.

When I caught my breath I said, "I'm glad you like it in my mouth but you
have to let me breath."

"Sorry," he said a little sheepishly.

"That's OK," I said. "Why don't you put it back in and I'll suck it
properly? Just let me breath while I'm doing it."

"OK," he said smiling. He held his dick toward me and pushed my head down
to it with his other hand.

He kept his hand on my head as though he were afraid I might escape but he
let me have the freedom to move up and down his wonderful bone. And
wonderful it was. I reveled in the way it felt in my mouth as the tip
brushed against the back of my throat and receded to my teeth. I could have
sucked on him all day but suddenly he let out a cry and went stiff. Semen
flooded my mouth with the salty taste I had come to love.

He pushed me back and, standing, pulled up his pants and fastened them then
grabbed his shirt to put on.  "Easy," I said. "You're OK and your dick is
OK. That was an orgasm. That's why sex is so popular." I sat on the couch
as he put his shirt on and paced for a bit.

He stopped and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Pretty intense,
isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, smiling.  "Do I have sperm?"

"Yes," I said returning his smile. "You have sperm. I know you weren't
expecting that to happen so if you want I'll suck you dick again and this
time you'll know what's coming."

With a big Cheshire smile he said, "OK."

Laughing I replied, "OK, just let me know when you want me to. Now, let's
get a soda and relax."

I got two sodas from the refrigerator and we sat at the kitchen table. "You
like doing that, don't you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I responded.  "With the right boy I like it a lot. It feels really
good to have a hard dick in your mouth and being able to make someone have
an orgasm. You should try it sometime."

"I don't think I'd like that."

"Well, you never know till you try it. I'm not going to push you into it
though. Just think about it. If you did, it would be because you wanted
to. You wouldn't be the first boy that has sucked my dick."

He seemed a little uncomfortable about the subject so I asked about
school. We talked about his school for a while, the other kids in his
class, about little league that he was going to play on that summer and a
lot of other things. We finished the sodas and went into the living room. I
sat on the couch, hoping he would sit next to me so I could cuddle with him
and maybe play with his dick.

Instead of sitting down he stood in front of me, looked me in the eye and
said, "You can suck my dick now."

I was surprised. I thought I would have to bring it up and hope he would
agree. "So, you're ready for another blow job, are you?"

He smiled big and answered simply, "Yes."

"Alright. Let's go into the bedroom for this one."

He followed me into my bedroom and I turned to face him. He let me take his
shirt off and then I got down and took off his shoes and socks. He stood
quietly as I unfastened his pants and took them off. I pulled his shorts
down and he stepped out of them. I leaned back and admired him for a
moment. "You know you really are beautiful."

He blushed slightly and replied, "Shutup and suck my dick."  Stepping
toward me he pointed his lovely boner at me with one hand and pulled my
head toward it with the other. I opened my mouth and accepted it with
pleasure. "Mmmmm," was his response. He held my head with both hands now
and rocked back and forth slightly in time with my efforts, fucking my
mouth. I looked up and saw him watching his dick disappear into my mouth. I
stopped moving and let him fuck it for a while. Then I put my hands on his
hips and held him still, taking over the work of the blow job. He held
still but his hands never left my head. I ran my hands up and down his
sides and over his bubble butt.

His breathing began to quicken so I intensified my efforts. Without warning
his hips thrust toward me and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head into
his crotch. The sweet taste of young cum filled my mouth for the second
time that day as my nose was buried in his so soft pubic hair. He released
my head and smoothed my hair. I continued to hold his hard in my mouth,
savoring it. Slowly I began to stroke it with my lips. Jim moaned in
pleasure. After a few stokes I let it go.

I looked up. He was looking down, his boner just a couple inches from my
face. "Well, did you like it better this time?"

He looked at me like I needed a "stupid" sign and said, "Yeah."

"Better get dressed now," I said.

We spent the rest of the day before he had to leave watching TV. When it
was time for him to go he stopped at the door, turned to me and said, "It's
cool watching imy dick go in and out of your mouth." He was out the door
before I could reply. That night I laid in bed stroking my hardon and
thinking of the great day I had and hoping he would come back for
more. There must have been a gallon of cum on my stomach and chest by the
time I was finished.

The next day I was working on a spreadsheet when school got out. My front
door banged open and I turned to see Jim locking it shut. He came to stand
by me and looked me in the eye. "Suck my dick."

"OK, let me save this first." I saved the spreadsheet, stood up and took
him by the hand to my bedroom. Once again I stripped him and he put his
boner in my mouth. I let him fuck it for a while then stopped him. I stood
up then bent down and kissed him on the lips.

He backed up, wiping his mouth. "Don't do that. I'm not a faggot you know."

"OK, no more kissing." I picked him up in my arms and laid on my bed. I put
another pillow behind his head. "So you can see better." He smiled at me.

I went to the foot of the bed and looked at him. He looked so sexy lying
there naked with his boner almost throbbing.  I spread his legs apart and
laid down so his stuff was in easy reach of my mouth. I could smell his boy
sweat as I licked at his balls. After licking them for a while I took them
in my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue. Jim was a stiff as
aboard and breathing hard.

Shortly he grabbed my head and pulled me off his nuts. "That's enough of
that," he said. "Suck my dick." He held my head as I sucked. His breathing
began to increase. "Suck it," he moaned. "Suck my dick. Suck it." He
slammed my head down on his bone, pushing his hips to my face and once
again I had the lovely taste of his boy cum in my mouth. He laid there
watching me as I slowly stroked his bone with my lips. "That feels good,"
he said.

Releasing his dick, I agreed with him. "Yes, that does feel good."

We laid there for a while. Him laid back with his hands behind his head
like this was how life was supposed to be, me between his legs, head
resting on his hip watching his dick get soft. Flaccid it was about two and
a half inches long.  After a while I decided we should get up and he should
get dressed. I told him so and he reluctantly agreed.  Before I got up
though I turned and took his dick as well as his balls in my mouth and
began rubbing them with my tongue. His dick lengthened and soon I had to
let his nuts slide from my mouth and his dick kept growing until it reached
full length at the back of may mouth. I let go of him and stood up.

"Come on. Time to get dressed." He groaned in protest but go up and began
dressing.

He gave me a wicked smile. "You really do like this." It was a statement,
not a question but I affirmed the fact for him.  We went into the living
room and watched TV until he had to go home. That night I produced another
gallon of cum. I fell asleep thinking there might be some definite
advantages to having sex with a boy who didn't know about masturbation.

The next day was Saturday and I was outside cleaning the car
windows. Cleaning the inside seemed twice as hard since that asshole ran me
down. I kept getting grumpier the longer I worked at it.  Jim came by with
one of his friends.

"Can we go inside and watch TV?" he asked.

"Not until I'm finished with this damned car," I answered as grumpily as I
felt.

"Can't you finish it later?" he asked.

"No, I can't," I snapped.

"OK, OK. Jesus." He grabbed his friend and took off.

I finished the windows, went inside and took some pain meds. After a while
my body felt better and I wasn't grumpy anymore. I felt bad about the way I
had treated Jim and hoped he wouldn't stay away too long. I was in the
living room that afternoon sitting on the couch watching TV when Jim banged
though the front door. He was shirtless and wearing a red pair of cut off
shorts.

"Jim, about this morning. My back was hurting and I was grumpy because the
windows were so hard to do. I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"You should be," he replied angrily. He stepped up, onto the couch, legs
straddling me and pulled down his shorts which also pulled down a raging
boner. It came free, slapping his belly noisily. He grabbed his dick and a
hand full of my hair simultaneously.

"Open Up!" he commanded, shaking my head by the hair.

I complied and he shoved his boner into my mouth hard. I didn't protest.
He began fucking my mouth hard, slapping his belly against my face with
every thrust. It came out a couple times and he had to put it back in but
soon he grunted, pulled my hair toward him and slammed into my mouth hard,
shooting his load of cum into my mouth again. As soon as he was done he
pulled out of my mouth, pulled up his shorts and plopped down on the couch
beside me, arms crossed over his chest.

"Feeling better now?" I asked.

He shrugged but soon gave quiet, "Yeah," for an answer. "You shouldn't have
been so mean this morning."

"You're right. That was mean. I was in pain and angry that simple jobs like
that are so much harder for me now. It just doesn't seem fair and sometimes
I get angry. Can you understand that?"

"I guess so," he said reluctantly. "But you shouldn't take it out on me."

"No, I shouldn't. Are we still friends?"

He answered by snuggling close to me. I put my arm around him and gave him
a hug.

He sat up and looked at me. "You know you're my sex slave." Once again, it
wasn't a question it was a statement and we both knew it was true. I didn't
answer but pulled him close again and gave him another hug. I could see the
big, shit-eating grin on his face.

We watched TV like that for about an hour then he said he should be going
home. He got up and I followed him to the door. He turned to me with his
wicked grin and asked, "How about one for the road?" as he pulled his
zipper down.

"Your wish is my command, Master," I replied. He was smiling as I got on my
knees and fished his limp dick though the opening in his shorts. I took it
in my mouth and tongued it until he was fully erect. He was holding my head
as I slowly sucked him off.

Sunday came and I knew Jim wouldn't be coming over. Although there was just
Jim and his mother living together she insisted that Sunday was family day
and Jim always had to stay with her, whether they stayed at home or went on
an outing. I let myself have an easy day and spent most of it remembering
the pleasant times I had with Jim. Mostly with my hand in my pants.

Monday came and I was anxious for school to be out since I was sure Jim
would be over for more sex. I was sitting on the couch watching some
program I really wasn't interested in when Jim came though the front
door. He turned and locked then came over to me. He wore his "wicked" smile
so I was certain he had come up with something new.

He took my hand and pulled me up from the couch. "Come on," he said and
lead me to the bedroom. I was about to pull the tee-shirt over his head but
he stepped back. "Strip for me," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," I said and began to strip. By the time I was taking off my
pants I had a raging hardon. Once all my clothes were off I stood, waiting
for him to tell me what he wanted this time. Instead of saying anything he
simply looked me up and down, inspecting me.

"Turn around," he said. I complied and he spent a minute or two checking
out my backside. "OK, lay on the bed now."

"Yes, sir." I said and laid on the bed, expecting to hold him in my arms or
matbe he would suck me off but he had a surprise for me.

"No, no. Turn over on your tummy." I turned over and he stripped. When he
was as naked as I was he climbed on the bed and spread my legs apart.

"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he said as he laid on me. I wasn't happy
about him calling me a bitch but I let it go. He was having trouble getting
his boner into my ass so I said, "It will be easier if it's not dry,"
trying to remember if I had any K-Y in the house.

"OK," he said, getting off the bed and coming around to the head of the
bed. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me toward him and said, "Get
it good and wet."

When he decided I had gotten it good and wet he got back in position and
poked at my hole. He got it in and took a few thrusts.  "I'm gonna fuck you
your brains out." He hadn't gotten into a rhythm when it came out. Putting
it back in he tried again and again it came out.

I could tell his frustration was building. "Let's try it a different way,
Jim. I think it will be easier for you." He agreed to try and rolled off
me. I turned over to my back and pulled him on top of me. I pulled my knees
up and held them. "I think you'll find this better."

He put a hand on my chest and pushed up so he could guide his boner into my
hole. "It's dry again," he said.  "You're going to have to get it wet." He
scooted up and pushed his dick into my willing mouth. "OK. That's good." He
scooted back down and I resumed my position and this time the entire length
went in easily. He started fucking me, this time without a problem. He was
pushed up so he could watch his bone slide in and out. "This is better." He
raised his head, looking me in the eye with a wicked grin and said, "You're
a good piece of ass, bitch."

I was enjoying myself too much to complain. As much as I liked seeing the
soft hair of his bush and feeling it tickle my nose while I sucked him, it
was great seeing his hard boy body work as he fucked me and I loved the
look on his face as he watched my ass get fucked with his bone. Soon his
expression turned serious and he almost looked like he was in pain. I knew
he was starting to cum. He took a couple quick thrusts and then slammed is
rock hard dick into my ass as far as he could and held it there, his body
stiff as a board as he unloaded in me.

He blew out the breath he had been holding and collapsed on me. I put my
legs down, feeling his dick slide out my ass and I hugged him, holding him
tight. He let me hold him for a while and he seemed to enjoy when I ran my
hands up and down his back and over his bubble butt. After a while he
raised his head, looked me in the eye and said, "I spermed in you. Now
you're going to have my baby."

I was taken back by that. Certainly this twelve year old knew more than
that about reproduction. To be sure I said cautiously, "Jim, you do know
boys can't have babies, don't you?"

He giggled. "Of course I know that. I just wanted to say that after I
fucked you."

He rolled off me, his now limp dick flopping as he did. I wanted to play
with his dick when it wouldn't get hard, maybe get it in my mouth and play
it with my tongue but he turned sideways on the bed an laid on his stomach
with his head propped up by his hands under his chin. He was checking out
my hardon again. He picked it up between his thumb and finger, pulling the
skin down and looking at it from different angles. He let go. "It's really
big."

"A lot bigger than yours to be sure."

"Do you think mine will ever be that big?"

"Almost certainly, Jim. For a grown man this is just the average
size. Yours could get even bigger than mine."

"Cool," he said then punched me in the stomach. That began a session of
horseplay and I tickled him all over and held his limp dick several
times. Being on the bed made it easier to play around without hurting my
back.  Eventually Jim's dick got hard again.

"OK, that's enough," he said as he laid lengthwise on the bed, his head on
the pillows. "Now suck my dick."

"My god, boy. You're a sex maniac!"

He laughed. "Suck it."

"Since you like fucking so much let's try something new."

"What?" he asked suspiciously.

"Get up and go to that side of the bed," I indicated one side of my
king-sized bed. He did so and I sat on the opposite edge and laid back
facing the ceiling. "Now put your dick in my mouth and lay down."

"I get it," he said and clambered up, stretching out over me, positioning
his boner above my mouth. Thrusting his hips down, I got the whole thing
and he laid on me, stomach to chest and started humping my mouth.  He
stopped for a moment and pushed my hardon to one side and held it there. I
ran my hands up and down his back and sides, over his butt, and up and down
his legs as I watched his nuts bounce off my nose.  I was only able to
enjoy it for a short while.

"That's enough of that," he said, getting up.  "I want to watch you suck my
dick."

"Fine by me," I said as I got up. He laid down and I positioned pillows so
he could get the best view. After he was settled I got in position between
his legs. He held his dick up straight and forced my head down on it with
his other hand and I began sucking him.

He held my head with both hands occasionally forcing it down until my nose
was smashed in to that lovely hair of his and he would push up with his
hips. Then he would let me continue sucking him. "I'm going to ask mom for
a cellphone so I can take videos of you sucking my dick. Then I can watch
you suck my dick anytime." I didn't stop sucking him off but there was no
way in hell a twelve year old was going to have a video of me sucking his
dick.

Eventually I could tell he was getting close. He was pushing up to meet my
mouth as it came down and his fingers curled around my hair so he would
have a better grip when the time came. "Suck it bitch. Suck it good. Suck
my dick. Suck it you dirty cock sucker!" With that exclamation he exploded,
once again filling my mouth with his delicious boy cum. He relaxed,
smoothing my hair as I held his boner in my mouth.

Releasing his bone I asked, "Have you ever seen sperm?"

"I saw a picture once but I don't know if it was real."

"Let me see if I can coax a drop or two out," I said and began milking his
dick. A good sized drop of thick, white cum formed at his pee hole.

"Way cool," he said enthralled. I pulled his boner toward me and stuck out
my tongue. Slowly and carefully I transferred the drop from this dick to my
tongue. Holding my tongue out I slid up until we were face to face and he
had a good view of his sperm on my tongue. "That was awesome!"

I laid down, resting my head on his chest. He petted my hair. "I put my
sperm in both your ends today."

I glanced up and he looked entirely too pleased with himself. "Yes, you
did," I agreed. "Thank you very much."  He didn't know what to say but was
still pleased.

Tuesday Jim didn't come over which I thought was a little strange
considering how much he was loving sex with me but I thought he must have
done something to get grounded. Wednesday the police came and arrested
me.My attorney said he had been bragging about it at school and one of his
friends told his parents. As they say, the rest is history. They only gave
me five years because he told the police everything, including how I was
his "sex slave." The prosecutor didn't want that coming out in a trial so I
got a good deal and I lived through prison. Of course I still have to
register as a sex offender which is why I probably will never see Stanley
again.

I suppose I should be glad Jim didn't have a cell phone.

Life was pretty tough when I got out of prison. They put me on probation
for a while and I had to share a house with a bunch of other sex
offenders. A couple of them were really creepy. I had to go to therapy once
a week where they wanted us to realize we were scumbags and would never get
better and that's why we should stay away from kids. About half the guys
didn't give a shit about kids but they had to do all that too. I was glad
when it was all over and I could move out of that house.

I kept getting paid but I didn't spend much money in prison. It' not like
you can go out to the clubs on the weekends, so I had saved a good sum of
money. Finding a place to live was quite a challenge. Nobody wants to have
a sex offender living in their neighborhood. Eventually I did find an
apartment in the nicer part of town where I thought I could start enjoying
life again.

Two months into my one year lease the manager came to my door and told me I
had to move out. "Why?" I asked very surprised. "My rent is paid and I
don't cause any trouble."

"Several residents have complained about a sex offender living here. They
don't feel safe and are going to move out if you stay here."

"What about my lease?" I hadn't expected this, even though I probably
should have. "I've paid deposits and everything. I can't just move out."

"Look," he said, "I can't have six or more families moving out just because
you live here. I'm sorry, but you have to go. You can break the lease and
be out by the end of the month." I could tell he wasn't sorry at all.

That night the water was turned off. I went to the manager's office but it
was closed and he wouldn't be back until the morning. No one would answer
the emergency number when I called. In the morning I went to the office and
told him about the water.

"Really? That's odd. I'll have maintenance check it out." I wasn't happy
but since he was trying to fix it there was not much I could do.

At noon I still had no water so I went to the office after lunch to
complain again. The manager didn't look happy to see me. "Oh, yes. There
was a mix up in the paperwork. They thought your apartment was empty. They
will get the water turned on some time this afternoon."

That was the first of a string of "mistakes" and "accidents." I found
another place and was out before the end of the month. I didn't get any of
the deposits back because, the manager said, I had broken the lease. But he
pretended to be really nice about it by not charging me rent for the rest
of the year. Talk about your all American asshole.

The next place I found was a cottage behind the main house in the older
part of town. The whole neighborhood was getting to be run down but I
thought being more or less out of sight in the back would help me get on
with my life. An older couple owned it and let me have it on a monthly
lease as long as I didn't cause trouble.

No one in that neighborhood ever said anything to me about being a sex
offender. Things were going well I thought. I didn't bother anyone and no
one bothered me. I bought an old car, a computer and some other things I
needed, like furniture. I still have a fair amount of money in the bank but
I wanted that for backup.

Late one afternoon about four months into my stay there I heard some kids
yelling in the alleyway behind the cottage. "Hey pervert! Come out and play
with us. We've got a bat. Just come on out and we'll use your balls." I
looked out the window to see a group of five teenagers gathered. One of
them indeed had a bat. They all were wearing hoodies and I couldn't make
out any faces."

Prison life taught me well enough to avoid physical confrontations whenever
possible because not only would I get my ass kicked but I would be lucky to
avoid further injury to my back. I got my phone and called the police.
Before the call was answered I began to hear ominous thumping. I looked out
the window to see the one with the bat banging on my car.  "I'm calling the
police," I yelled.

That brought a flood of insults and curses from the group of teens. The one
with the bat took a good swing and smashed one of the tail lights. There
was some hushed talk among them and they took off just as the police
answered the phone. "We'll be back." was the parting shot from the group.

A cop came out to investigate but didn't seem to care much about the
vandals. Instead, he kept asking me if I had been bothering any children or
watching in the park or at the school. I hadn't been, of course, and I told
him so. I don't think he believed me. He said all he could do was file a
report since I couldn't identify the vandal. Before he left he gave me some
advice. "If you just stay away from kids this kind of thing won't happen."
He got in his car and drove off.

Two or three weeks after that I was going to get some groceries and found
graffiti spray painted all over the car.  "Child molester." "Pervert."
"Kill this fucker." And some other choice phrases. Fortunately I had a
friend in high school who liked to spray paint "art" on walls and box cars
at the train station. He told me about an easy way to get the paint off and
my landlord had an almost full can of carburetor cleaner. It took some time
and a lot of paper towels but eventually I got all the paint cleaned off.

The next month I was at my computer one afternoon and a rock crashed
through the window. As soon as the glass broke I heard cheers and then
running feet that vanished in the distance.  I got cut with some glass and
had a few splinters I had to pull out. After I got cleaned up I talked to
the landlord about the window. He claimed I was responsible for damage to
the cottage so I had to pay for a new window.

I figured that once I got the window fixed and paid to have the damage to
my car repaired I would be out two or three months rent. Considering that
and the risk of physical assault of one kind or another I made up my mind
to find a more accepting area to live in. All the guys who were in therapy
with me had planned on living in the poorest parts of town. Online I found
a map of where all the sex offenders lived and the majority actually were
in the poorer parts of the city so that's where I started looking.

After several weeks of looking I found a decent mobile home for sale at the
end of a run down trailer park. Quite of few of the lots had broken down
cars or ones that were up on blocks, possibly being worked on, A lot of the
trailers were run down and most looked like the furnishings came from
Goodwill if not dumpsters. I knew from the map that several sex offenders
lived in this park so if they could live here, I probably could too. I got
a loan I could easily afford and bought the place.

It needed some fixing up to look good. That 's why I was planting petunias
when I met Stanley. I thought flowers would be an easy way to make the
place look better. One of the steps on the porch deck was broken and I had
just finished replacing it when Stanley showed up again.

"Hi," he said exuberantly. "Whatcha doin' now?"

"I just finished replacing a step. How does it look?"

"It looks good. What are you going to do now?"

"I need to water the flowers and then I'm going to take it easy and watch a
movie."

"I can water 'em for ya," he announced enthusiastically.

"I suppose you could help." Mentally I kicked myself. I needed to push him
away before some asshole decided I was molesting him. Too late now
though. I would just have to be more careful in the future.

Today he was wearing a "wife beater" tee shirt that had been cut off so it
only covered his chest, leaving his tanned stomach exposed. The blue jeans
he wore were a little too big in the waist so they often gapped open
showing a generous portion of his underwear that were some kind of cartoon
print. The zipper was down but not open quite enough to see inside. I had
to fight the urge to unbutton the only thing holding them up.

We got the hose and the spray attachment out to where we had planted the
flowers. He was pretty aggressive about doing the work, like he wanted to
prove he could be helpful. I took the spray and told him to go turn on the
water which he did. He returned and watched for a moment then took the
spray from me saying, "I can do that for you."

"Alright," I agreed. "Be careful not to wash the dirt away. Move the spray
away so the water soaks into the ground."

He did well and chattered away almost incessantly. "Mrs. Jackson has
flowers too but she's mean. She chases everyone away because she's afraid
they're gonna hurt her precious flowers. Like anyone cares about her stupid
ol' flowers."  It was meaningless filler and I responded at the appropriate
pauses as needed. I spent the time admiring the boy next to me, thinking he
was more attractive than I had thought the day before and wishing his blue
jeans would gap open far enough to get a glimpse of what he had hidden away
in there. When all the plants were very well watered we put up the hose.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked.

"Just relax and watch a movie."

"Oh." He seemed quite disappointed. "Your back's hurtin'?"

"No, I rented a movie I wanted to watch."

"What movie?" I told him. "I'd like to see that too. Mom never gets movies
I like. Can I watch it with you?"

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Please? My mom won't care. Can I please?"

"Sorry, Stanley." I put my hand on his shoulder to let him know I did care
some. "I just don't think it would be a good idea. You go on now and maybe
I'll see you again."

"If I gotta go." He kicked at the dirt and took off. I watched him for a
moment then noticed the woman across the street was watching me. She waved
at me; I nodded and went inside.

"In some ways he's a lot like Mikey," I thought. Mikey. Those were good
days. Days when I learned to appreciate just how nice young boys were. I
laid down on my couch and let my mind drift back through all the hard
years, back to a time when the world was simpler and I was happy. Back to
when I was thirteen and Jason was my best friend.

We first met when we were nine years old. We were in Mrs. Emery's class. We
discovered we both had the same birthday when we both brought birthday
cakes to school to celebrate. After that we were best friends. He would
sleep over at my house and I would sleep over at his, watching horror
movies on TV after we were supposed to be asleep. He reached puberty at
twelve, about three months before I did. I was amazed and so jealous when
he showed me his first hair.

I must have made him show it to me a dozen times and he always wanted to
see if I had my hair yet. One day during inspection, which usually happened
at my house since his annoying little brother Mikey always wanted to know
what we doing and if he could play with us, Jason announced proudly, "I
have sperm."

"No kidding? Wow! That is totally awesome!" Then my ignorance caught up
with me. "How do you know you have sperm?"

"I'll show you. But I have to lay on your bed." He got on my bed and pulled
his pants down almost to his knees then pulled his shirt up to his
chin. "Ya gotta pull your shirt all the way up." he explained then started
squeezing and pulling on his flaccid dick. Soft it was about two inches
long. It had been growing a lot lately just as mine was beginning to
do. When he had it hard he explained, "Now you do like this." He began
stroking his boner. "After a while you get this really big feeling and then
the sperm squirts out." I scooted down where my head was near his waist so
I could get a better view. It was almost magical watching his fingers pump
his circumcised boner. It was over four inches long.

"OK, get ready. Here it comes." He began working his boner furiously. I
perked up and almost had my nose on it so I wouldn't miss
anything. "Aaaahhhh." His hand didn't slow at all but his butt lifted up
off the bed and fluid shot from his dick.

Startled, I jumped back as the fluid squirted again and then yet again,
reaching as far as his nipples. "Whoa!" I exclaimed at the event. "That's
amazing." Jason had relaxed now, his hand not moving but still holding his
dick which was rapidly becoming soft again.  I examined the liquid on
Jason's belly. It was watery and slightly milky.

"This is really cool," I said. I reach out and collected some on my
finger. I looked closely and smelled it. Then I stuck my finger in my mouth
and sucked it clean. "This tastes good." I got another finger full and
transferred it to my mouth.

"I know." Jason started licking his fingers that had gotten cum on them as
he jacked off. I got some more from his belly. Jason, having cleaned his
fingers, scraped some from his chest. Quickly I got some more, then he got
some and it turned into a race to see who could eat the most cum. I cheated
and, lunging forward, began to lick it directly from his belly. "No fair,"
cried Jason but he didn't stop me. I licked down from his navel towards his
dick. When his belly was clean I took a swipe at his now limp dick.

It flopped over to the side so I held it and licked it clean. Jason let out
a sound like mmmmmmm. Just to make sure I had all the sperm I took it in my
mouth and licked. Jason rose to meet me and sucked in a sharp breath of
air. I let go of his dick and looked at him. We just grinned at each other.

Jason pulled up his pants. "Let's see if you have sperm."

"Don't you have to have hair to have sperm?"

He shrugged. "I don't know but since you don't have hair we can do this
every day and we can see if you have hair or sperm first." That sounded
reasonable to me. "OK. Lay pull your pants down and your shirt up."

I did as he directed and grabbed my circumcised dick, which had gotten hard
watching him jack off, in my fist and started to pump. "Ow," I
shouted. "That hurts."

"You're doing it wrong. Do it like this." He took my two and a half inch
bone the same way he had held his and started stroking me.

"That really feels good," I said. "Do it more." He kept jacking me off and
I laid still, enjoying the pleasant sensations arising from my
bone. Suddenly my dick exploded and I was standing by the bed with my pants
up. "What'd you do?" I asked in a panic.

"That's the big feeling I told you about. It scared me the first time too."
He giggled. "You should have seen the look on your face."

I laughed too.  "Did I have sperm?"

"I don't think so but you jumped so fasts I couldn't really tell. See if
there is any on your belly or in your pants. "We both checked but found
nothing. "We'll have to do this every day until you have sperm or
hair. Then we'll know for sure." I was agreeable. "Tomorrow you can make me
sperm." I thought that would be the ultimate.

We got together every day to jack off and the days we weren't together we
jacked off alone. Each time we would race to see who could the most of
Jason's sperm. I usually licked his dick clean. One day I had an idea.

"I bet I can use my mouth to make you sperm." We had heard kids insulting
each other with the phrase, "Suck my dick" but we never connected it to
what we were doing. Jason thought it would be cool to try so he pulled down
his pants, lying on my bed. I laid down and took his dick in my mouth.
"Oooohhh, that really feels good." I held his bone with my lips and bobbed
on it. I found it incredibly exciting to have a boner in my mouth. After a
minute he exclaimed, "Hey! You're sucking my dick." I pulled off and looked
at him, not sure if I had been insulted. He laughed and said, "Don't
worry. I'll suck your dick too." I took his boner in my mouth again and
continued sucking him off. Soon he said urgently, "It's going to
come. Don't stop." I didn't and soon he came in my mouth.

I kept sucking until he told me to stop. I looked at him and said, "This
time I got it all."

"That's OK. It was awesome. Now I'll suck your dick." He giggled, thinking
it was a funny thing to say to me.

I pulled my pants down and he took me in his mouth. It was the most
incredible feeling I had felt. I'm not sure but I think I was moaning the
whole time he was sucking me off. I wasn't sure which I liked best, his
dick in my mouth or my dick in his mouth. I came quickly, the orgasm
raising most of my body off the bed. "Wow! Let's do that all the time."

"OK by me," he replied.

And so we did. One day he informed me I had sperm. I didn't have hair yet
so our question was answered. I was pretty excited about having sperm so
that night I jacked off in bed and I sprayed all over my chest and
stomach. I was disappointed when I examined it. It didn't look like sperm
at all, at least not like Jason's. Instead of being white it was just a
colorless liquid.  I tasted it and it tasted like sperm all right and was
good. I cleaned off as much as I could, liking my fingers. I decided not to
tell Jason that my sperm didn't look right.

By the time summer arrived I had a nice patch of fine hair over my
dick. Jason had a thicker one and it wasn't so fine as mine. My sperm now
looked like sperm should look and I no longer worried about it. One day,
shortly after school let out for the summer, we were playing in Jason's
room. We had been ply wrestling, trashing his bed in the process, and he
had pinned me, sitting on my stomach. He bent over and whispered in my ear,
"Now, loser, I'm gonna suck your dick until it hurts."

I lay still as he unfastened my pants and pulled them down. He laid on my
legs and began licking and sucking my balls, something he had discovered he
liked to do. When I couldn't stand it any longer he took my small cock in
his mouth and started sucking it. I was really enjoying it when the door
burst open. Ten year old Mikey was standing there with his mouth
open. Jason jumped off the bed and headed for him. I pulled the covers over
me. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Jason growled and tried to grab Mikey.

"Yes, you were. You had his thing in your mouth."

"No I didn't. And if you ever tell anyone I'll kill you. I mean it. I'll
hurt you bad."

"I'm not telling anyone. I just want to know what you're doing."

"I told you we weren't doing anything." He pushed Mikey forcefully from the
room and I heard the crash of him falling down.

Jason came to the bed and I was pulling my pants up. "Do you think he'll
tell," I asked.

"I don't think so. I'll kill him if he does."

"Maybe we should take some blankets out to the fort to do this." Our fort
was a secret place in the woods we had found the year before. It was in a
secluded area and well hidden. The fort itself was a roughly circular area
of wild grass surrounded by dense shrubs. There was only one way in and
that was through a narrow, winding path that had to be traversed on hands
and knees. Anyone coming in would make a lot of noise. Not even Mikey knew
about it.

The next day we had both found old blankets and were ready to set out when
Mikey showed up ready to come with us. Jason was adamant that he couldn't
come along. We left him behind with a pouty look on his face. We crawled
through the passage, the blankets catching on the bushes every few
feet. Inside the fort we spread the blankets on the ground. I stood looking
at him. "You know, nobody will ever see us. We can get naked and do
anything we want."

He smiled evilly and began to undress. I tore my clothes off and we stood
looking at each other's nakedness. "This is so cool," Jason said. I agreed
and knelt in front of him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked him
off. After I had sucked him dry he returned the favor, on his knees in
front of me. It was pretty cool. We went to the fort nearly every day for a
couple weeks before Jason had his idea. Mikey still wanted to come with us
often enough but didn't fight about it when we told him he couldn't. I
thought his acquiescence was strange but it was certainly easier than
fighting with him.

One day Jason wanted to go to the fort and had his evil smile. I wondered
what was up but decided I would find out soon enough. Mikey saw us leaving
and asked if he could come with us. "No you can't," Jason said. "You just
stay here and don't get into any trouble."

Mikey didn't even look disappointed. "OK," he said and went inside.

"Sometimes I worry about him," I said as we left.

"Don't worry about it. He's just learned not to argue with me."

"Well, I guess so," I said doubtfully.

When we were inside the fort Jason pulled a plastic tube from his
pocket. "What's that?" I asked.

"Vaseline." He seemed to think that had some meaning for me.

"So what's that for?"

"My good friend, today we are going to fuck each other."

I had thought about butt-fucking a few times but never seriously. I decided
I was game. Maybe it would be really cool. "OK," I said. "What do we do
first?"

"We strip, of course. Then one of us greases up his dick and slides it into
the other one."

We stripped and spread out the blankets. "OK, so who gets fucked first?" I
asked.

"We'll do rock, scissors, paper. the winner gets to fuck first." I lost but
didn't mind being bottom first. I watched as Jason spread a liberal helping
of Vaseline all over his cock. "Now lay down and spread you legs for me."

I laid on my belly with my legs spread wide. Jason got on his knees behind
me and stretched out over me. I could feel him positioning his dick at my
hole. He pushed and I grunted. He pushed harder and it went in. It
hurt. "Oh shit!" I yelled. "That hurts. Be careful."

"OK, OK. I'll be careful." He began to push it in, using small thrusts. I
grunted each time he pushed more. I wasn't having much fun. Finally he
stopped and I could feel his hair on my butt.

"It's all the way in now. You alright?"

"I'll live," I said between clenched teeth. "Just fuck me and get it over."

He pulled back and I felt like I was dropping a giant turd. He pushed it
back in and I grunted. He kept fucking me slowly and it got to the point I
wasn't grunting any more, in fact, if was starting to feel good. He humped
me for a while and then he said, "Oh, God, I'm going to cum." He stated
fucking me faster and it started hurting again. He froze with his dick
buried deep in my ass. I knew I was getting a fill of his cum.

"You OK?" he asked. I affirmed I was. "So how was it?"

"I've had more fun," I said. "So, how was it?"

"I guess it was OK. Ready to fuck me now?"

"No. I got soft while you were fucking me."

"Turn over and I'll fix that." I turned over and he took my limp dick in
his mouth and worked it until I was good and hard. "Now you're ready. So
grease up and fuck me." He handed me the Vaseline and I greased it up
good. He was stretched out on his belly with his legs spread. I stretched
out over him and aimed at his asshole. I pushed gently at first then
applied more pressure until it went in. "Ow! Damn! That does hurt. Take it
easy now."

I said I would and pushed gently then backing off to ease the
pressure. Finally I had it all the way in and was laying on him. "Ready? Or
do you want to rest?"

"No, just do it."

"It'll get better after I fuck you a while." I gently began humping his
ass. He seemed to be doing better with it than I did. Once I thought he was
comfortable with my cock I began to speed up. I felt the orgasm building
and sped up my motions. Then I was unloading in his ass.

"You OK?" I asked him.

"Yeah, get off me." I got off and he got up. "I don't think we'll be doing
that again any time soon."

"Suits me," I replied.  We skipped a few days while our butt holes were
sore.

We got into our regular routine of sex and finally agreed just to meet at
the fort so Mikey wouldn't be asking to go with us. One day Jason didn't
show up. I waited until well past the time he should have been there and
decided I should go and check on him.  I was coming up his walk when his
mother saw me through the big picture window. She shook her head sternly to
let me know not to come to the house. I left, confused about what was going
on. I would have to ask Jason about it tomorrow.

The next day I went to the fort and waited. Soon I heard him crawling
through the bushes. He began to emerge.  "Dude! What was going on
yesterday?"

Mikey stood up. "Jason can't come."

"What? Why not? Did he tell you to come here?"

"He's in BIG trouble. Me might be grounded for the rest of his life."

"What happened?" I began to fear someone had found out about our sexual
meetings.

Mikey giggled. "He shot Lady Gaga."

"What are you talking about? That doesn't make any sense."

Mikey giggled again and began to explain. "He found dad's pistol and was
playing with it in the rec room." They had a rec room that was supposed to
be for the whole family. They had a PlayStation and a fifty inch TV as well
as a nice sound system. The parents never went down there though so the
kids hung out watching TV and playing games. "We were watching YouTube and
Lady Gaga came on. 'I hate that bitch' he says and shoots her. He really
shot her. With dad's gun. You should have seen the TV. Dad came running
down the stairs and I thought he was going to kill Jason. Anyway, I don't
think he will get to go out of the house or see anyone for a long time.

"It wasn't funny, but it was. 'I hate that bitch.' Boom!" Mikey started
giggling again. I laughed some, imagining what must have happened.

"Anyway, I wanted to tell you he wouldn't be coming." He took a deep breath
and continued. "I can do the stuff with you he did."

"No, you can't. You don't even know what we do here."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't."

He nodded his head in the affirmative with a silly grin on his
face. "Yes. I do."

"How could you know anything?. Nobody can see through these bushes."

"You can see everything from up there." He pointed up to a large branch of
a nearby tree.

"You little shit! You've been spying on us." Suddenly I began to worry
about who he had told and what kind of trouble we would be in.

He must have read my mind because he volunteered, "I didn't tell
ANYbody. Honest. It's my secret too." He stepped back, fearing an attack
from me.

I believed him and felt relief that no one else knew about it. "So what do
you want?" I asked suspiciously.

"I want to suck your dick."

"You want to what?" I was beginning to feel like a retarded child trying
hard to catch up with the others.

"I want to suck your dick. Here."

He pulled his shirt off and began to strip. "But you're only ten years
old." I protested.

"I know how old I am." he said as he finished stripping. He stood there,
letting me take in his hairless body and his little two and a half inch
boner. I had to admit he was good looking and kind of sexy too. I felt my
dick begin to get hard.

"OK, I'll do it for you," he said stepping forward. I wasn't wearing a belt
and he had my pants unbuttoned and unzipped before I could react. I grabbed
his hands to stop him. He looked up at me. "It's OK. I know what I'm
doing. Please let go."

He pulled my pants down to my knees and then held my hardon with both
hands. "Wow," he said reverently "It's even bigger than I thought."  He ran
one hand up and down, jacking me off and his other went for my balls. He
rolled them around gently and looked up at me. "This is way cooler than I
thought. I'm going to suck you real good, just like Jason does."

He went down to his knees and tried to get my teenage cock in his mouth but
he was too low on his knees. He stood up and, bending over took it in his
mouth. He sucked it for a little while, slurping with his inexperience.
Shortly he stood up and stretched his back. "This is kinda hard. It didn't
look hard when Jason was doing it."

"Why don't I lay down then you can reach it easily."

"OK," he agreed.

I pulled my pants the rest of the way off and shed my shirt. I laid down
and Mikey knelt beside me on his knees.  Bending over he took my cock in
his mouth again. He was inexperienced but he still did a pretty good job
for the first time. I was having fun watching Mikey suck me off and
thinking about a ten year old sucking my dick excited me even more. Soon I
shot my load into his mouth and I could tell it was a pretty good
load. Mikey looked like he was having trouble taking it all but he stayed
on my dick. He continued to suck it and shortly I said, "I'm done. You can
stop when ever you want to." He went down on me a few more times and then
came up. He had a silly ass grin and a look of disbelief like he could
believe what he had just done.

"You Ok, Mikey?" He nodded affirmative, never losing that grin. "You did a
great job for the first time." He grinned even bigger. "How do you like
sperm?"

"I like it. I can suck your dick every day, just like Jason did."

"We'll see," I said. "But right now I think I should do something about
this."  I reached over and held his boner, rubbing it and caressing his
balls.

"Are you going to suck it?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes, I am. Do you want to be laying down or standing up?"

"Standing up." he said after a moments thought. He stood up and I got up
and sat back on my heels. I pulled him close to me. "Has anyone ever sucked
your dick?"

"No."

"You'll like it," I said and hugged him. I held him, rubbing his smooth,
naked body. "Jason doesn't like me doing this."

"I do." He hugged my head, holding to his chest. I rubbed his ass and
pulled it toward me. I could feel his little boner pushing against me. I
looked up at him, then stood on my knees. My eyes were about level with his
chin. I reached up and pulled his head down to me and kissed him. He kissed
back and we held it for a bit. I tasted my cum on his lips and told him
so. He smiled and I kissed him again.

I spread my knees and lowered myself until I was the right height for
sucking him. His boner was two and a half inches long, circumcised and
throbbing slightly in time with his heartbeat. His nuts were the size of
shelled peanuts and pulled up tight. I was in love with this boy. I stuck
my tongue out and, pressing my nose against his boner, I put it under his
balls and took a long slow lick all the way up to his peehole. He drew a
sharp breath in. I looked up at him. He was staring down at me in
ecstasy. "You ain't seen nothin' yet kid." He smiled even bigger.

I licked him all over and sucked his balls for a bit. I thought he might be
going nuts so I pulled his dick toward me and looked up to make sure he was
watching and took it in my mouth. "Oh, yeah," he said. I began taking the
longest stokes I could. It was really hard and so short I could rub my
tongue all over it while I was going down on him.

He began making funny noises and breathing faster. I picked up the pace and
held onto his little butt with both hands. When he came, he came hard;
thrusting his hips to me and arching his back wildly. I moved one hand up
his back so he wouldn't fall over and let his boner jerk in my mouth. When
he was done he sank to his knees and held onto me.

"That was awesome." he stated emphatically.

"Glad you liked it." Gently I laid him down and then lay beside him. His
dick was completely soft now and probably less than an inch long. I kissed
him and held him for a long time, caressing his wonderful body and
occasionally playing with his soft dick. He seemed to soak up my loving
like a sponge drinking in water.

"It's time to get dressed and go."

"Do we have to?" he asked.

"Yeah," I responded. "It's time."

He sighed and said, "OK." but didn't move. I bent down and took his whole
package in my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue.

We got dressed and prepared to leave. "Can we do this again?" he asked
hopefully.

"I'd love to." I responded.

I had a great summer with Mikey. He was willing to try just about
anything. In fact, he came up with the idea of laying on me and fucking my
mouth. He liked sucking my cock as his little bone pumped my mouth and he
always came hard when he had my cock in his mouth. He drew the line at
fucking though.

"Jason's butt was sore for days after you fucked him. I'm not gonna do
that."

"You saw us doing that?"

He got a guilty look and sheepishly admitted he had. "You guys were funny
that day. You both looked like it was killing you when it went in, but you
wouldn't stop."

"OK," I agreed. "No fucking. Is there anything else you don't want to do?"

He thought for a few minutes and answered, "Nope. You can do anything to me
you want to except put it in my butt."

That left a lot of open territory. I gave him a hug and he kissed me. He
liked cuddling with me after we had sucked each other off while I caressed
his naked body. He liked kissing too. He especially liked it when I would
french him and I liked the feel of his small mouth and his little teeth
when I would explore with my tongue. He always got so turned on. Sometimes
we sucked each other off again after we had cuddled for a while. He liked
sucking my cock even more than I liked sucking his little boner.

It was a great summer but also a sad one.  I never saw Jason again. Mikey
said his dad made him stay in his room all summer. Jason hanged himself
just before school started and his family moved away after that.

A knock on the door interrupted my memories.

I went to the door and opened it. Standing there was the woman from across
the street who had been watching me with Stanley. Damn it! It was starting
already. Well, I wasn't renting this time and no one was going to run me
out of my own home.

"Hi. I'm Edna Garber from across the street. I brought some cookies to
welcome you to the neighborhood."

I was not ready for that. I just stood there with my mouth open. I must
have looked like a drooling idiot. "Are you alright?" She wore a concerned
look. I snapped out of my shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm fine. It's just that this is about the last thing
I was expecting." I saw the Chinet plate in her hands, loaded with home
made chocolate chip cookies covered with Saran wrap. "Please, come in."

I offered her a seat on the couch. She sat the cookies on my coffee table
and unwrapped them and made herself comfortable.  "Would you like some
coffee?" I asked. "I don't drink coffee but I do have instant."

She said instant would be fine so I went to the kitchen to boil some water
in the tea kettle. "You know, you're the first person to talk to me since I
moved here."

"Now, that's not true, I've seen Stanley talking with you." she said after
I returned to the living room.

"That's true," I said with some worry about where this might go. "I meant
the first adult."

"You'll find that people around here are pretty focused on how they are
going to pay the rent and buy their beer. And, for the most part, their
idea of socializing is limited to sitting around on their lawn chairs
drinking the beer they didn't have the money to buy in the first place."

"It sounds to me that you might not hold your neighbors in the highest
regard."

She laughed merrily.  "There's a few that I find respectable but for the
most part they are poor, white trailer trash. Planting flowers tells me
you're not the typical resident here."

The teapot began to whistle so I went to the kitchen and made a cup of
instant for her and I poured myself a soda in a glass with ice, the way I
like it. I brought her coffee to her and sat down. She gave the iced soda a
good look.

"I think you are used to a more affluent environment than you find yourself
in here."

I smiled weakly. "Well, recent times have not been good to me."

"Obviously or you wouldn't have moved here. I think it's nice you have
taken an interest in Stanley. He really needs someone who pays attention to
him."

"I didn't exactly take an interest in him. He just comes around wanting to
help me do things."

"And you not only let him help but teach him. I like that. When his mother
first moved here and it became obvious to me that she had no business being
a mother I tried to help out. I thought Stanley might have a chance in life
if his mother could pull herself together." She took a deep breath and
continued. "I decided to have a talk with her to get her on the right
path. I was an idiot and should have known better. She ended up calling the
police, accusing me of trying to abduct the boy. Fortunately they had dealt
with her before and told me it would be best if I just stayed away from
her. Which I have done.

"But that doesn't help Stanley and I'm hoping maybe you are the answer to
his needs. I'm pretty sure his mother won't make much fuss about a man
showing him some kindness. Of course she'll want to take you to bed. She is
single but rarely sleeps alone." She picked out a cookie and began to
nibble at it.

"Stanley is a nice kid and all but I've been trying to get him to leave me
alone. It just wouldn't be a good idea for me to spend much time with him."

"Is that because you don't like him or because you were arrested for
molesting a boy?"

Talk about dropping a bomb shell. I was speechless and wondering if this
was some kind of trap.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes I can be pretty tactless. But it is public record,
not that anyone here would bother looking it up. They are all too involved
with their personal drama and if you aren't part of that drama they won't
care a whit about you." She paused.  "Except for Leroy. He lives to make
people miserable but he lives all the way over on B Street. He won't bother
you."

"So why are you looking up people?" I asked. She smiled a sad smile.

"I guess I have a special interest in it. You see, my son loved
boys. Before he moved out on his own there were boys of all ages coming
over to the house to visit him. He never turned them away and treated all
of them like good friends. He knew what kind of music each one liked and
how there grades were in school. He was genuinely interested in them and
how they were doing.

"He had friends his own age, of course. Both girls and boys wanted to be
around him and he dated just like any other teen would. I found out he had
a sexual interest in boys accidentally one day.  I thought he had gone
somewhere with his friends and was taking some of his laundry to his
room. I pushed his door open and went in. There he was on his bed with one
of the younger boys, one about Stanley's age. They both had their pants
around their knees playing with each other!

"I scared the boy half to death when I blew up. He ran from the house and
hardly had time to pull up his pants. I climbed up one side of my son and
down the other when I read the riot act to him. After that I threatened to
remove parts of his anatomy if he ever bothered a boy again. He was nearly
in tears when I was finished with him. I didn't know if I should call the
police or what.

"The next day I still hadn't decided when the boy came to the house to talk
to me. He asked me to please not be mad at my son, that he was the nicest
man around and a good friend. Apparently my son had sexual encounters with
several of the neighborhood boys and it wasn't a secret among them. They
got together, all the boys, not just the ones he was sexual with, got
together and wanted to defend my son. The one boy was selected to come to
me because he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, so to speak.

"I relented and let it pass but kept and eye on him and the boys. I was
never told which ones had been in sexual relationships with him and they
all seemed so well adjusted. I couldn't tell which ones had been diddled
although I knew some of them had. After he graduated from high school he
landed a good job in Denver. He had been there three years when he was
arrested for molesting boys. I bailed him out and talked to him. Apparently
a teacher overheard two boys talking about it and called the police. Both
boys told the police nothing had ever happened but my son was charged on
the teacher's say so. He hung himself before the trail."

Her eyes were wet and she dabbed at them with a hankie she pulled from a
pocket. I responded by saying, "I'm so sorry." I felt like I should say
more but I had no idea what I could say.

"Thank you," she said, "but I didn't come over here to cry. I don't even
know why I told you about him." She drank some coffee and nibbled at a
cookie while she collected herself. "I came over to encourage you to be a
friend to Stanley. He really does need some guidance from a man. I've seen
you treat him well and he seems to like you. Give him a chance. If anyone
starts to give you grief I'll stand up for you as long as you haven't hurt
Stanley."

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it. You've seen my car. This is
after I cleaned the graffiti off it. It wasn't beat up like that when I
bought it and I haven't even talked to a kid since I was out except for
Stanley."

"Things like that don't happen around here without good cause. Think about
Stanley." She got up and headed toward the door. I got up and followed. At
the door she turned and said, "Oh, and if you diddle with Stanley, be kind
and don't hurt him or you'll answer to me." She left, leaving behind a lot
to think about.

When I consider things like this I don't make list of pro and con like some
people do. I shove it to the back of my mind and let it simmer there while
I do other things. Many times I will come to a conclusion or make a
decision and don't even know it. That's how it was with Stanley. I hadn't
thought about him since Edna Garber left yet when he showed up the next day
I had made a decision.

I was raking what might have been a lawn at one time.  Mostly it was a
patch of packed dirt with weeds struggling to grow here and there with some
grass interspersed between the weeds. That and a lot of trash - half buried
candy wrappers, bits of wire, a broken toy, broken beer bottles and so
on. I had cleared a strip by the sidewalk when I planted the petunias. Now
it was time to get all the trash out of here, pay someone to rototill and
get some grass planted so I could have a real yard. I had bought a rake and
a trash can and the can was filling quickly.  I was wearing my back brace
and my cane was nearby but my back was burning with pain and I had hardly
started. I had to wait about two more hours before I could take more. I was
standing up trying to rub the pain from my back when Stanley popped up from
nowhere.

"Your back hurts, doesn't it? Stanley asked.

"It sure does"

"I'll rake it for you."

He took the rake from my hand and I rubbed his fuzz head affectionately and
said sincerely, "Thank you, Stanley."

I sat down in a cheap plastic patio chair that had been left by the
previous owner who no doubt thought I would need it to drink beer and
socialize. When I sat down much of the pain boiled away, leaving a
throbbing numbness.  As I sat I watched Stanley work. He wasn't very
efficient but he was enthusiastic and made progress. He was wearing the
same cut off wife beater shirt and the same jeans as he was
yesterday. Today, however, the fly was zipped up. I suspected he would be
wearing the same cartoon underwear as well. He stopped and came over to me.

"Your trash can is almost full." He wiped sweat from his face, no doubt to
accent the question he posed. "Can I have a drink? It's hot and I'm
thirsty."

"Of course, you can. Help me get up from this chair." He took my hand and
pulled as I stood. "Let's see how full that can is." I leaned heavily on my
cane as we went over to the trash can. It really was nearly full. Stanley
had done well and I let him know it.

"Good work, Stan my man. Let's drag this over by the house and we'll get a
soda inside to cool down."

We went inside. It was warm in the trailer but felt cool after being
outside. The trailer had reflective film on the windows to keep the sun
from heating the interior too much. Most of the trailers had the same and
the film gave the added bonus of privacy. Stanley followed me in and sat on
my couch. I got a couple sodas from the refrigerator and this time I didn't
bother with a glass for mine.

I handed Stanley his soda and sat on the edge of the couch, leaning back on
the body pillow I had put there earlier. I had found that the
semi-reclining position supported my back and relieved the stress on the
muscles. Stanley moved over to sit next to me, sitting on the edge of the
couch imitating me. This caused the gap between his waist band and his
underwear to expand. I could see they were the same ones he had worn
yesterday and today I could see the character was Winnie the Pooh.

Since he was so close I put my arm around him, my hand on his bare
belly. He looked at me, smiled and then laid his hand on top of mine. We
sat there, dinking soda and talking. I kept looking to see if I could see
his bulge but couldn't quite see it. Curiosity got the best of me. I pulled
his pants away from him farther and yes, I could see the small bulge. The
underwear were tight. I figured they must be last year's model if not the
year before.

"Hey. What are you doing?" He pulled his pants back to his belly.

"Sorry," I said. "Just checking. Aren't those the same underwear you had on
yesterday?"

He giggled a yes.

"You should change them everyday so they'll be clean."

"These are clean. Besides they're my favorite."

"I guess you like Winnie the Pooh."

"Uh huh," he said. "These have Tigger on the back. Wanna see?"

He jumped up, pulled his jeans down and stuck out his butt so I would have
a good view of Tigger stretched across his cute bottom.

"Nice," I said, really meaning it.

He turned to face me, pants still down. "And that's Pooh." Pooh was
sitting, scooping honey out of a jar which happened to be centered on
Stanley's little bulge. "And that's a honey pot," he said touching the
outline of his peter.

"It sure is," I said, meaning the picture as well.

He pulled up his pants, a little embarrassed, fastened them and sat back
down, this time with a little distance between us. I didn't touch him and
he seemed to be thinking. Presently he said, "It's OK to show you because
we're friends."

I rubbed his butch cut hair and responded, "I'm glad you think we're
friends."

That must have been the right thing to say. He smiled big and snuggled up
to me, throwing an arm over me and resting his head on my chest. I slid my
hand from his side over to his belly and gave it a gentle squeeze. I began
to rub his belly and he was nearly purring. After a few minutes of belly
rub he sat up straight and retrieved his soda from the coffee table where
he has set it down. He took a big drink, set it down then settled in, his
back against me and one leg cocked so his thigh was on the couch. He pulled
my arm under his and placed my hand on his belly.

"Do that some more," he said.

"You like me rubbing you?"

"Yes. Do it some more, please."

So I did. I rubbed his belly all over and then slid my hand under his wife
beater and rubbed his chest. Then back down to his belly I rubbed him some
more, massaging his muscles and occasionally letting my fingertips drift
over the waist band of his Pooh shorts. He was loving it but after a while
I told him it was time to quit.

"It's time for my pain meds and you need to get home."

"What for? There's nobody there."

"Who watches you when your mother is working?"

"I watch me," was the answer as though it should have been self
evident. "Well, it's your home. Why don't you want to be there?"

"I don't know." He was hesitant. "I guess it's kinda scary when nobody is
there."

"I guess you can stay a little longer but then you have to go."

His face brightened and he gave me a sincere, "Thanks!"

It was after four in the afternoon. I was thinking of watching a movie with
him but that would make it past dinner time when it was over. I asked him
what he usually did for dinner.

He shrugged. "Sometimes mom brings something home but most times I just eat
something."

I asked him what he had to eat at his house and he shrugged again. "I
dunno."

"I'm going to order pizza. Would you like to eat here?" That brought a
hearty affirmative and he looked like he had died and gone to heaven.

"OK. Pick out a movie you would like to watch and I'll order pizza." He
went over to the shelving where I kept my DVD's and by the time I had
ordered pizza he had picked out a movie. It was one of the old boy movies I
liked, "D.A.R.Y.L."  I told him I thought it was a good movie and put it in
the player.

We cuddled up on the couch and watched the movie until the pizza came. I
paused the movie, got paper plates, plenty of napkins, and sodas and
brought them out to the living room so we could eat while watching the
movie. When we were all settled we dug into the pizza and turned the movie
back on. After the pizza was demolished I took the trash out and sat back
down. Stanley climbed onto my lap and I wrapped my arms around his bare
middle.

I was shooing him out the door and after he was on the porch he turned,
told me thank you and gave me a big hug which I returned warmly. I watched
him skip down the walk and noticed Edna watching from her window. She gave
me a big thumbs up. Stanley showed up again the next day and we finished
cleaning the yard and had another full trash can for our efforts. We went
inside and I got sodas for both of us. We sat on the sofa and relaxed,
sipping away and talking about how much better the yard was going to
look. He finished his soda then asked if we were going to have pizza again.

"First of all, we had pizza last night and I don't like eating pizza all
the time. Secondly, you can't be eating over here all the time. Your
mother, I'm sure, has made plans for your dinners and won't be happy if I
disrupt them all the time."

"She hardly ever has plans for dinner. She didn't bring anything home last
night and didn't even ask me what I ate. Anyway, there's nothing to eat and
I'm hungry."

"I guess I could feed you tonight but tomorrow you eat dinner at home so
don't even ask."

"OK. What are we going to eat?"

It was time for me to go shopping and all I had was one TV dinner I was
going to heat up for my dinner. "I guess I'll have to go get some fast
food."

"Yeah!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Let's go to McDonald's."

"Whoa. You're not going anywhere. Your mother hasn't given permission for
you to go anywhere with me and if someone saw me driving off with you and
reported a kidnapping I would be in some serious trouble with the law. That
ain't gonna happen."

Stanley started getting a pouty look so I said, "You can stay here and look
after my house. You can watch TV or play a video game."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I trust you in my house. I'm pretty sure you would burn it
down while I'm gone."

"I won't," he answered smiling.

I got in my car and drove off. On my way to McDonald's I started wondering
how I missed the McDonald's part of this deal. It was on the very bottom of
my list of fine dining. I got a chicken sandwich for me and a Happy Meal
with an extra hamburger for Stanley. When I arrived back home, the TV was
on with Robin William's "Hook" playing but no sign of Stanley. If I found
him nosing around my bedroom I was going to be upset. I set the food down
and headed to the back of the trailer but didn't make it to the bedroom. He
was in the bathroom with his back to me pissing away merrily. If the TV
hadn't been so loud I would have heard him.

"There you are. I wondered what happened to you."

"I had to pee. You can pee with me if you need to."

"Thanks but I'm good. Be sure to flush and wash your hands when you're
finished." I would have liked to join him just to see what he had but then
I would have been standing there with my dick in my hand doing nothing.

He let out a big sigh. "I will."

I parceled out the food and we ate as we watched Peter Banning learn how to
be Peter Pan. I idly wondered as I ate if maybe Stanley wanted me to pee
with him so he could see my dick. Then I thought, "Nah."

After the movie ended I sent him home and he left, giving me another big
hug.

I had arranged for someone to come over the next morning, Friday, and
rototill the yard. I warned him sternly not to dig up my flowers. In
retrospect I decided it had been a bad idea to plant the flowers first but
I wanted to get the place looking nice a quickly as I could. The petunias
were doing well, blooming and they did look good.

Stanley came over before he had finished and was fascinated with a machine
that dug up dirt. After the contractor had loaded the rototiller in his
truck I paid him and he was on his way. I go a rake and a shovel from the
metal shed at the back of the lot. I handed the shovel to Stanley and
explained.

"There are a lot of clods - chunks of hard dirt - all over now. We need to
break those up and smooth out the dirt so when the grass grows there will
be a nice level lawn." Stanley said he understood and got to work chopping,
banging and whatever to break up the clods. I was doing the same with the
rake and then smoothing the dirt. The work went faster than I had
anticipated and the yard was smooth and level in just a couple hours.

Next we buried the landscape edging I had purchased to keep the grass from
creeping into the flower bed. By the time that was finished it was getting
late in the afternoon and I was in serious pain. I asked Stanley to put the
tools away and hobbled into the house. Stanley was inside almost as soon as
I was.

"Now what are we going to do?"

"We are going to get cleaned up first of all then we are going to sit down
and relax with a nice cold long neck beer."

Stanley looked like he wasn't sure if he should believe I would give him a
beer and I was enjoying this immensely. When I went shopping I bought a six
pack of IBC root beer which comes in a bottle resembling a long neck beer
bottle.

After a good deal of soap and water we were both passably clean. I was
dying my hands when Stanley announced, "I gotta pee." He waited expectantly
for my response.

"OK, I'm out of here. You know the drill - flush and wash your hands." I
closed the door, got two root beers from the refrigerator, opened them and
headed for the living room. I had taken some pain medication as soon as I
got inside and thought it should be kicking in soon.

 Stanley came into the living room and sat next to me. Seeing one bottle
sitting on the coffee table and one in my hand he asked suspiciously,
"You're really going to let me drink beer?"

"Sure," I said. "You earned it. But you don't have to drink it if you don't
like it. I do want you to taste it though."

He looked a little incredulous but picked up the bottle. He held it to his
nose and smelled it, decided it smelled good enough to drink and took a
small swig.

"Hey! This is ROOT beer."

"Of course it's root beer. Did you think I was going to give you real
beer?"

He grinned sheepishly. "I kinda thought you did."

He climbed onto my lap and settled in. He had changed clothes and was
wearing knee length shorts that had an elastic wait band with no button or
zipper. He had been wearing a tee shirt advertising Coca Cola but had taken
it off while we were working.

"I see you finally changed your clothes."

"Yeah, mom said I had to. I even changed my underwear. See?" He pulled up
the waist band of his shorts briefly, exposing his clean but worn
briefs. They didn't fit tight like Pooh did but they hadn't worn as well.
On the right side the fabric was separating from the elastic so there was a
hole maybe two inches long.

"Yep," I said. "Clean underwear but I think you're confused."

"Huh??"

"Well, you think it's Sunday."

"No, I don't."

"You must. You're wearing your holey clothes. See?"

I pulled the waist band up and put my finger in the hole, feeling his nice
warm body. I rubbed it around a little as he watched then he pulled my hand
away.

"That was a REALLY lame joke," he said. He finished his root beer and put
the bottle on the table. I suggested he find a movie to watch. He picked
one out, put it in the DVD player and snuggled up on my lap.

We had watched the movie a short while and he said, "Do that again."

"Do what again?" I asked not knowing what he was asking me to do.

"Do that with your finger."

"You mean my finger in the hole of your underwear?"

"Yeah, that."

I lifted his pants and again put my finger on his warm body. I moved it
around slowly exploring his smooth, soft skin. It was longer this time
before he pulled my hand away. "OK, that's enough," he said. I had a hardon
that stretched down my pants. After a while he said, "You can do it again
now." So I did. This happened a couple more times and each time it was
longer before he extracted my finger. I was being careful not to touch his
dick which I thought must be throbbing hard. He hadn't given any indication
he wanted me to play with it so I wasn't going to. However, near the end of
the movie I ran my finger down the arm of the mystical "V" where the thigh
meets the abdomen. At the bottom my finger brushed against his little ball
sack. I rubbed him a little more, not getting close again before he pulled
my hand away.

The movie ended and I told him it was time for him to go home. He got up,
turned around and sat on my lap again, so we were face to face. He looked
very serious.

"You can molest me if you want to."

"WHAT??? I can WHAT?" I was flabbergasted. "Why ever did you say that?"

"I know you are a child molester. Me and Jimmy were looking at a thing on
the internet and your name was there."

"Kids at school know that. Oh, great."

"Nooo. Jimmy doesn't even know who you are and I'm not telling."

"OK, OK. That's good to know."

"So, are you going to molest me?"

"Let's get a few thing straight. First of all, calling someone a child
molester is really a bad thing to do. It's worse than calling your black
friend a nigger.  Second, despite how the news makes it sound, molesting
someone means that they don't want you to do something but you go ahead and
do it anyway. So no, I don't want to molest you. I don't want to do
anything to you that you don't want me to. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm sorry I said you were a child molester."

"You are forgiven, of course. You didn't know it was a bad thing to say to
me." I gave him a quick hug.

He was smiling again and asked, "So are you going to do stuff to me?"

"Do you want me to?"

He nodded and, smiling, replied, "Yes, please."

"We'll talk about it. Another time. Right now it is time for you to head
home."

I followed him to the door and watched him go down the walk. He turned,
waved and shouted, "I'll be back soon."

The next day was Saturday and I needed to pay a bill before lunch. One
would think all companies would give customers the ability to pay their
bills online but no, there are a few companies still in the dark ages. I
was going to pick up some things I needed for the house while I was out. I
was headed out to my car when Stanley ran up.

"Where are you going? I came over to visit you."

"Sorry, champ," I said. "I have to go pay a bill before they close for the
weekend." He looked very disappointed. "Don't worry." I ran my hand through
the fuzzy hair on his head. "We'll get together soon. I'm looking forward
to it."

"I wanted to do it now."

"I'd like to get together with you now but I have to get this done." Just
then we heard a woman's voice.

"Staaaanleyyyy. Staaaanleyyyy."

I looked down the street to see a woman standing in front of the trailer
where I thought Stanley lived. "That's my mom," Stanley explained. "I guess
I gotta go anyway."

"Well, let's go see her."

"You want to talk to her?" Stanley seemed a little incredulous.

"Of course I do. It's time I met your mother. You don't want to have her
mad at you for spending time with a stranger, do you?"

"I guess." We made our way to his mother, I leaning heavily on my cane and
taking more time than I really needed.

When we reached her I greeted her with a warm hello. "You must be Stanley's
mother." She said that she was. "Stanley has been kind enough to help me
out with some things. I moved here recently and need to get some things
done that are really hard for me to do and Stanley has been a big help. You
must be proud to have raised such a fine boy." I thought she would eat up
any complinents that came her way and I wasn't wrong.

"Well, I do the best a single mother can do."

"And I think you have done a great job. I hope you don't mind Stanley
helping me out. I really appreciate his help, in fact, I should do
something special for him one of these days. Maybe a carnival will be in
town or maybe I can take him to a ball game some time." She allowed that
something like that might be alright. I offered another gambit to engage
her in giving permission to let him visit me. "I think part of the reason
he comes over to help me is that he misses you when you work."

That brought a big smile to her face. "I miss him too but a single mother
has to work to keep her family together."

We chatted for a while and Stanley rolled his eyes a few times. I let her
know I might be available for babysitting if she wanted to have an
occasional night out on the town, providing, of course, I didn't have plans
of my own. We said our goodbyes and I took my time hobbling up the street
to my car. She had some plans for Stanley.

I didn't see Stanley until Monday. Sunday I had spread Weed 'N' Feed
wishing Stanley had been there to help. As it was, that was all I
accomplished that day. I was getting a large bag of grass seed out of my
car when Stanley showed up.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Well, yesterday I spread fertilizer so the grass would grow well and today
I need to get the grass seed down." Of course, he wanted to help and I was
happy for that. I explained how to use the broadcaster to spread the seed
and let him do it all with my supervision. We watered and called it a day
for yard work.

Inside I got a couple "beers" for us and a pain pill for me. I sat next to
him on my sofa and told him how much I appreciated his help. He smiled big
and told me that was OK. Then he got serious and asked me, "Can we do that
stuff now?"

I looked at him and asked, "You mean sex stuff?"

He grinned and nodded his head yes.

"Well, if you remember we agreed we would talk about it first. Do you still
want to do 'stuff' with me?"

"Yes."

"Alright. First of all, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want
to do. I hope that if we start to do something you don't want to do or even
if you're not sure you want to you'll speak up and tell me. Will you do
that?"

"Yes."

"Good. And I really mean it. I don't want you doing things you don't
like. And it's OK to try something and then decide you don't like it. Just
let me know you don't want to do it any more. Now for the fun stuff. What
kind of stuff do you want to do?"

He got his goofy grin, shrugged and said. "You can do anything you want
to."

"Oh, no. That's not how it works. Maybe later but not now. I'm bigger than
you and I'm grown up. If I didn't care about you I could so anthing I
wanted and you couldn't stop me. But I do care. That's why you have to tell
me what you want to do. At least for now. So, what do you want to do?"

He still had his goofy grin and just shrugged. "Well," I said, "after you
go to bed do you think about doing stuff with me?"

"Yeah."

"What kind of stuff do you think about us doing?"

His eyes got big. "I can't say THAT to you!" You would have thought I asked
him to shoot the president.

"Why not? How am I going to know what you want to do if you don't tell me?
I'll tell you something. I don't think you will want to do anything that I
haven't already done. In fact, I'm so sure of it I will give you ten
dollars if you want to do something I haven't done."

"OK, but don't get mad at me."

"I won't get mad. I promise."

He took a deep breath and looked like he was ready to run, just in
case. "You could put your thing in my bottom."

"You don't get ten dollars."

His eyes got big again and he asked, incredulous, "You've done that??"

I chuckled. "Yes I have and I've had it done to me. "

"Really?"

"Really. Is that what you want us to do?"

"Yes, please."

"Then we'll do that but not right away. We need to get your bottom used to
the idea have having something put into it. I think I was about fifteen
when my best friend and I did that. We didn't know anything about it so we
just stuck it in and it hurt. My butt was sore for days." Stanley laughed
at that. "So we'll take our time and hopefully it won't hurt you."

"Yeah, I don't want a sore butt."

I laughed and gave him a hug. "So what else do you think you would like to
do?"

"I don't know. I didn't think aobut anything else."

"Then how about this. We'll go to the bedroom, get undressed and you can
check out my thing and I can check out your thing. We can play around with
each other if you want to."

"OK." He was off the couch, pulling me up.

In the bedroom he asked, "Do we get undressed now?"

"Yes, do you want me to get undressed first so you know I'm not trying to
trick you?"

"OK by me."

I kicked off my shoes and removed my socks. Then I pulled my tee shirt over
my head. Stanley was grinning like a village idiot. I took off my pants and
stood up. My hardon was sticking out the top of my shorts. I took them off
and stood, wide open for his inspection. He stepped toward me, reached out
and grasped my hardon. "Wow," he said. After running his fist up and down
my shaft a couple times he took my balls in his hand and played with them
for a bit.

"Have you ever seen anything like that?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said a little quietly.

I was very surprised. "You have?"

"Yeah." He looked sad and let go of my stuff. "One of mom's boy friends
always wanted me to watch him and mom do stuff."

"I'm sorry. No boy should have to watch his mother doing that sort of
thing."

He shrugged it off, looked at me and asked, "Should I take my clothes off
now?"

"Sure, if you still want to."

He smiled making me think of a little imp. He took his shoes and socks off
followed first by his shirt then his pants. He stopped at his underwear and
looked serious. "Don't laugh."

"Why would I laugh?"

"It's kinda little."

"Of course it's little. You're ten years old. You would look really silly
if it was as big as mine and all the kids would make fun of you."

That got a smile from him. "OK but promise you won't laugh."

"I promise."

He bent over, taking off his underwear, and stood up holding them so I
couldn't see what he had. I held still, not saying anything. He took a deep
breath and held his hands up high, forming a "Y," letting me see
everything. He was right. It was little. Rock hard and standing tall it was
about an inch and a half. There was about half an inch of foreskin beyond
the tip of his boner. Two pea-sized balls were held tightly in their little
sack.

I smiled, pleased he had the courage to let me see his package. I stepped
to him and put my hand under his nuts and played for a minute then switched
to his boner. He was as hard as Mikey used to get. I wondered idly if all
boys that age got that hard. I pulled the skin back to take a look at his
cute head then pulled it back up and asked him, "Would you like to get on
the bed with me?"

That brought a big smile and he jumped onto my bed. I followed, grabbing
him and we wrestled around for a few minutes. When we stopped I was laying
on my back. He sat on my stomach then laid down, scooting down so my hardon
was touching his butt hole. He looked indecently happy.

I hugged him and ran my hands down his back, over his bare butt and down
his legs as far as I could reach then back up. "I like this," I said. "I
can feel your boner pushing against my tummy."

He pushed it into my stomach a little more then said, "I can feel yours
pushing on my butt hole." I pushed up a little and Stanley gave me a big
hug.

"Can I play with your dick some more?" I asked.

He rolled off me and lay on his back. I reached over and began fondling his
boner and his balls I thought about sucking him off but didn't want to
scare him.

Stanley interrupted my musing. "Will you show me your sperm?"

"Sure," I answered. "Would you like to make it come out?"

"Yes!"

"Then sit on my legs," I said, giving him a nudge. He got settled and I
told him to hold my dick like he did when I first undressed. I told him
what he needed to do to jack me off and he set to the task. His little hand
felt so good on my cock. He held it lightly and maintained a good rhythm
like he had done this before.

"Did your mother's boy friend make you do this too?," I asked.

"No." he answered indignately.

"Sorry. It's just that it feels so good was wondering if you had done it
before."

He took the compliment with a smile and kept on jacking me off. I thought
about how nice it would be to have his little boner in my mouth and
wondered how he would feel about sucking me off.

I felt my orgasm building and told him, "Don't stop and sperm will shoot
out real soon."

I lifted up, carrying Stanlely on my legs and blew a big load. I watched
Stanley watch the cum spurt out, completely delighted.

"That was awesome!"

"Yeah, it was," I agreed.

I laid there and let him play with it for a minute then I scooped up a gob
from where he was playing. He stopped and watched me put it in my mouth and
lick my finger. He seemed mesmerized. I scooped up another gob and held it
to his lips. He leaned forward, took my finger in his mouth and sucked it
clean. "Well?," I asked.

"It's kinda good," he said.

I got some more and put it in my mouth then got more and held it to him. He
took it more readily this time. "You know, when I was a teenager doing
stuff with my best friend, I used to lick all his sperm off his belly."

He looked at my belly, considering. Then he bent over and began lapping it
all up. He got off me and laid down to reach it easier. He had my belly and
chest licked clean and stopped. "You missed some," I said holding my still
hard boner up. He sighed, happily, I think, held my cock and started
licking it clean.

"Did you like that?"

He was still smiling. "Yes."

"I would like to give you an orgasm now."

"What's an orgasm?"

"You gave me an orgasm. That's what makes the sperm coume out."

"OK."

I laid him beside me with an arm around him and began to stroke his little
boner. "Sperm is gonna squirt out?"

"No, not until you're older. It will still feel good though. The first one
might scare you but trust me, you'll be alright. I wouldn't hurt you."

I stroked him for a minute and was about to kiss him when he stiffened and
got a panicked look on his face. "You're OK. That was an orgasm." I
reassured him. He laid there, breathing hard then smiled.

"WOW!"

I held him tight and he was in heaven. I played with his now soft dick
which was cool. Soft it was less than an inch long but I never commented on
how small it was. He played with my stuff for a while and then we agreed we
should get dressed. We got a couple "beers" to drink and we sat in the
livingroom and talked until I told him it was time for him to go home. He
gave me a nice kiss and was out the door.

The next day I went to the storage area where all my stuff was stored. I
decided it was time to hang some pictures, put some knicknacks out and make
the place look a little more like home. While I was rummaging around I came
across my old DSLR camera and decided I should take some before, during and
after pictures of the trailer. On the way back I stopped at the hardware
store and picked up a picture hanging kit and a step stool.

When I pulled into the carport Stanley was sitting on my porch waiting for
me to show up. "Where have you BEEN?" he asked. "I was waiting a long
time."

I told him where I had been. He got to work. While we were carrying boxes
inside Edna showed up. "You are going to have a nice yard if you can keep
it up."

"Well, I have to admit, Stanley has been a big help and I couldn't have
done half as much without him. When the grass comes in it should look
good."

She agreed with me and said, "I'm glad you and Stanlely are getting
along. I just know he will do so much better with an adult around who cares
for him. Especially a man at his age." She patted my cheek. "Keep up the
good work." She went back across the street.

Stanley was still carrying boxes and was down to the last one. "Hey, what's
this?"

"That's my old camera. I thought it would be nice to have before and after
pictures of the place."

"That's really cool. Take a picture of me." He struck a goofy pose.

"I can't right now. The battery needs to be charged. Assuming it is still
good. I may have to buy a new one. Let's get it into the house and we can
hang some pictures."

"OK," he agreed then whispered, "Then we can do that stuff again."

I laughed. "Sure." I was going to enjoy this boy.

I showed him how to put the hangers in the wall and after the first one I
just marked the spot on the wall and Stanley did the rest. We got to the
last picture and Stanley was standing on the stool and I was behind him,
holding at the hips to keep him steady. He got the nail in the wall and I
ran my hands up his stomach and chest marveling at how nice he felt. He
turned around to face me. He was taller than I, standing on the step
stool. I pulled his shirt up, laid my head on his stomach and hugged
him. He put his arms aound my neck and hugged me back. I began kissing his
belly and worked my way up to those beautiful brown nipples of his. I
kissed and licked each one for a minute then let go of him.

Stanley seemed a little concerned. "That's what that man liked to do to my
mom."

"This is completely different," I said. ""You're not a girl in any way,
shape or form. You are one hundred percent boy and that's the way I like
you. But if you don't want me doing that I won't do it again."

"It's OK as long as you don't think I'm a girl. It felt kinda good." I
decided I would work on his nipples some more when we were having sex.

We put the tools up and sat on the couch. "Is the camera ready yet?" I got
up and checked it. It was still charging and I had doubts that the battery
would charge. I told him not to expect any pictures until the next day as I
sat back down next to him.

He was quiet for a minute then asked, "Can we take our clothes off now?"

I grabbed him, saying, "You are such a nasty boy." and tickled him for a
bit. I stopped. He caught his breath and I said, "So what are you waiting
for? Let's go get naked."

He giggled, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom. "This time I'm
first." He pulled his shirt off, took off his shoes and socks, then he
pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion. Standing, he threw his
hands in the air so I could admire him in his glory. His little dick was
hard and standing up. Slowly he turned around so I could see him from all
angles. He had a nice butt.

When he was facing me again I said, "Very nice. I really like what I see."
His smile got even bigger.

"Now you." He sat down on the bed, crossed his arms and looked like he had
paid for a show and wanted the best. I did the same thing he did and when
my back was to him I heard, "Whoo whoo."

We got on the bed and he laid on top of me, sliding down so my hardon was
pushing against his butthole. I kissed him and he returned it. We kisssed
for a while and I wanted to french his cute little mouth but didn't want to
rush him too much. While we kissed I carressed his butt cheeks. I ran my
finger up and down his crack. When I touched my hardon against his butthole
I pulled it back and ran my finger around the tight little opening. He
stopped kissing me and laid his head on my chest. He let out a sigh of
pleasure. I made a mental note to buy some K-Y the next day. I played with
his hole a while then rolled him over on his back.

"You said it felt kinda good when I was kissing and licking your nipples?"
He agreed he had said that. "Well, I'm going to kiss and lick you all over
your body."

"ALL over my body?"

"Yes, ALL over your sexy body."

He rolled his eyes back and had the biggest shit eating grin like he
couldn't believe his good luck.

I kissed him again and moved to his neck and ears. He started moaning. I
kissed and licked his shoulder, then held up his arm and kissed his armpit,
I licked at it tasting his sweat. He laughed and told me not to do that
because it tickled. I agreed and started on his chest. I kissed his nipples
and licked each one. I put my mouth over one and rubbed my tongue over itas
I sucked. It got hard and Stanley was moaning again.  I kissed his stomach
and played his navel with my tongue. He had an innie, but just barely. I
moved to the area that was normally covered by his underwear and licked all
over. I worked on his mystical "V," first one side then the other, slowly
working down. I licked against his nut sack and he was about ready to blow
a gasket.

I scooted down, spread his legs and laid down. I thought about sucking his
toes but they weren't even close to clean. Instead I opted to start at is
knees and work my way up. I went up the inside of his thighs, one side then
the other, gradualy getting closer to his stuff. I got up to his nutsack
and kissed each one tenderly then I gave them a good lick. Stanley
groaned. I kissed his nuts again and kissed his little boner all the way to
the top, licking as I went. I held his little boner up and played with the
foreskin with my tongue. I bit it gently and pulled so his boner was
standing away from his belly.  Letting go, I pulled the skin back and
kissed and licked the tiny head of his dick.

I worked my way back down to his balls, kissing and licking them
again. Then I spread his legs farther and pushed them up. I licked under
his sack and down to his tight little rosebud. I ran my tongue across it
and Stanley let out a big, "OOHH." I spent some time there and was finally
finished.

"I told you I was going to lick you all over."

"You sure did. It relt really good when you were licking my thing and
my... other thing."

"I'm glad you liked it. And now I'm going to give you an orgasm." He closed
his eyes, smiling, and laid still. When he came, he came hard.

After he recovered he was ready to give me an orgasm. He did and when I
shot he exlaimed, "Cool." Then he proceeded to lick me clean. When he was
though he told me, "I wish I had sperm so you could lick it off me."

"Patience. You'll have sperm soon enough. You should enjoy the time you
don't have it. Sperm can get pretty messy."

We tickled and horsed around for a while and then spooned, my belly against
his back. my hardon was between his legs and his dick was resting against
it.

I thought he might be falling asleep so I got us up. We dressed, went to
the living room to watch a movie. I got a couple sodas while he picked out
the movie. We got settled in, him sitting on my lap which had become his
prefered seat. I slipped my hand under his shirt and carressed his belly
and chest, playing with his nipples for a while. I didn't want to make them
sore so I quit that and slipped into his pants and held his dick until the
movie was over. After he left I checked the progress of the charger and
decided I would have to buy a new battery. I knew it would have to charge
overnight so I went out and bought a new battery. And picked up some K-Y
while I was out.

The next morning I cleaned house and threw in a couple loads of laundry. In
the past I had a bad habit of going into a time warp with photography and I
wanted to get those chores done before Stanely came over. I was sure he
would have plans that had nothing to to with chores. When I was finished I
picked up the camera and took a few shots around the house to make sure it
was working correctly. It seemed to be so I downloaded them to my
computerto double check. Everything was fine.

I went outside and took a couple shots before Stanely came running
up. "Hey! Your camera's working.  Take a picture of me."

After five photos I stopped him and explained, "I'm trying to get pictures
of the trailer and yard now so I can take pictures later to show how much
better it looks." He looked very disappointed so I said, "Go get the rake
and we can take some pictures that look like you are working on the yard."

"Yeah!" He was gone and back in no time. "What should I do?" I posed him
for a few pictures and told him that was enough. "No! We gotta have
pictures of you working on the yard too." I reluctantly agreed to that and
showed him how to use the camera, giving him a stern warning to be careful
with it. After he took about a dozen pictures of me I convinced him to let
go of the camera and we could go inside. I think it was the "go inside"
that finally convinced him.

I sat at my computer to download the pictures and Stanley sat on my lap so
he "could see better." He and I discussed them and he thought they all
looked "really good." I decided to keep them all and copy the ones that
actually were good to a separate folder. Having finished with the pictures,
Stanley was ready to go to the bedroom for another session.

After we were undressed and had played around for a while Stanley laid down
and said, "OK, I'm going to give you an orgasm only this time you sit on my
legs." I was game for this. I idea of creaming all over him turned me
on. He started working my cock and looked like this was turning him on
too. When I came, I came hard and actually got a few drops on his face. I
don't think he noticed and I didn't say anything, wanting to enjoy the
sight as long as I could.

He rubbed some of my cum on his dick and balls then instructed me, "Now get
your camera and take some pictures of me."

I was surprised to say the least. I had not seen that one coming. "Are you
sure? You want me to take pictures of you naked with a boner and my sperm
all over you?"

He had his naughty smile on and replied, "Yes." Then he got serious. "But
only me and you can see them, OK?"

I agreed and got my camera and started taking pictures. Besides the ones he
wanted me to take I got a closeup of his cum-splattered face, a closeup of
his boner, shiney with my cum and I stood on the bed and took a full length
photo looking down at him. After the photo shoot I laid down beside him.

He giggled, "Now you have to lick sperm off me."

I started with his face and licked all the way down to his little boner. I
took it in my mouth and scrubbed it with my tongue. When I was finished I
said, "Now I get to give you an orgasm. But I've got a surprise for you." I
got the tube of K-Y.

"What's that?"

"You'll see." I spread his legs and put some on my finger. I began rubbing
his butthole with it.

"That feels good."

I smiled and pressed harder against his hole. My finger slipped in
easily. Stanlely sucked in some air and looked serious. I finger fucked him
slowly and soon a warm smile came to his face. I began to jack him off as I
continued to fnger fuck Stanley. He looked ecstatic. He came with a shout
and I could feel the heat of his orgasm in his butt.

"DAMN!" It was the first ime I had heard him swear. I continued working my
finger in his butt.

"So, how do you like getting finger fucked?"

"I like it." I bent over and kissed him. He giggled. "You taste like
sperm."

After we dressed I downloaded the pictures to my computer again. I made a
mental note to find a good encryption program. It would be bad news if
anyone found these pictures. Stanley loved the pictures of his cum covered
body. He reminded me again that nobody else could see them. Then he
selected a movie and we settled in. He sat on my lap and I slipped my hand
in his pants and played with his dick then, reaching down farther, I
slipped my finger in his still K-Y'ed asshole. He had a boner the rest of
the movie.

The deck at the front door needed painting badly. The old paint and worn
off most of the deck and there was the step I had replaced with on paint at
all. I decided my next project would be getting it painted. I took some
pictures of it and in the morning went to the hardware store and bought a
scraper, two putty knives, experior spackeling, lots of sandpaper, several
paint brushes, a work bucket for the paint and primer and porch and deck
paint. I hoped Stanley would be willing to help, otherwise this project
just might do me in for the summer.

When Stanely came over I was scraping and sanding the railing around the
deck, having finished the steps. "What are you doing that for?" he
asked. Apparently no one painted in this part of town.

"I'm going to paint it," I replied. "First, we have to get all the old
paint off that isn't sticking very well. Then we fill holes so it is
smooth. After that comes a prime coat then the finish coat of paint."

"So what do I do?" I have him sandpaper, the scraper and had him work on
the floor of the deck. My back was killing me from doing the steps and this
would be a life saver for me. He worked enthusiastically and we were done
fairly quickly. After a thorough sweeping and dusting I got the spackle and
showed him how to fill the holes.

When we were done with that I said, "I think it's time for a beer, how
about you?"

He grinned. "Yeah, I could use a nice, cold beer."

Sitting on the couch with me, root beer in hand, he asked, "Are we gonna
paint it now?"

"Not quite yet. First we have to sand the spackle smooth after it dries and
then make sure no dust will get into the paint."

Instead of his usual boisterous self, he was quiet and pensive
today. Finally he spoke. "You know when we do stuff sometimes I lick your
thing and you even put mine in your mouth." He stopped.

"Yes, we do that. What about it?"

"Well," he said hesitantly, "isn't that what girls do?"

A talk about sexuality. I was not going to enjoy this much. I'd rather tell
kids where babies come from.

"Yes, some girls do that. Others don't like it and don't do it. Most boys
don't do that but some do and like it. I'm gay so I do that and I like
it. I think most boys try out sex with other boys first and some decide
they like it and that they are gay. Most try it and decide to move on to
having sex with girls. Right now you are trying out sex with me. Maybe some
day you will decide tht's really stupid and move on. If you do that's
fine. I won't have a problem with it or try to stop you. It's something you
have to decide for yourself. On the other hand, you might find you are very
happy having sex with another boy and go on to be gay like me. That's your
decision too and what ever you decide will make me happy."

"Is that the same for putting your thing in my bottom?"

I chuckled a bit. "Yes it is. It's the same for any kind of sex. And you
can take as long as you need to decide."

He smiled, moved close and gave me a hug. We finished our drinks and I
suggested we go see if the spackle was dry. It was. I gave him some
sandpaper and instructions on sanding the spackle. We finished that then
swept and dusted thoroughly.

"Now it's time to do some painting. But first you need to get your cute ass
home and change into some old clothes that you don't wear for anything. And
bring some good clothes back because you are not sitting on my furniture
with painty clothes." I went inside and decided this would be a good use
for those crappy clothes the prison gave me to go home in.

Stanley came back soon and I had the camera, taking pictures of the
progress we had made. "Take some pictures of me." This kid was a real
camera ham. The clothes he was wearing should have been thown out. The
teeshirt was torn under one arm like someone grabbed it while he was
running away, leaving a nice view of his chest and one brown nipple through
the gaping hole. The blue jeans had holes in both knees and looked like the
crotch had ripped.

I got photos of Stanley in several working poses then suggested one of him
just sitting on the top step relaxing. Grinning he sat down, leaned back on
his elbows and spread he legs wide. His crotch indeed had a big rip and not
only that, Stanley had opted not to wear any undershorts. I knew by the way
he was grinning he knew I could see everything and was letting me take
photos of it. I took several.

I got out the primer and poured some into the work bucket for Stanely. I
got a brush and showed him the right way to apply the paint and let him
take over. I watched for a while and he was doing great. I took a few
pictures of Stanley wielding the paint brush then took the camera inside. I
took another brush and started in. We finished quickly, cleaned the brushes
and put all the tools and supplies away. Stanley had paint in his hair, on
his face and just about anywhere there was exposed skin. I decided a shower
would be in order and wondered how much resistance I would get from
Stanley.

We went in the back door which was next to the washer and dryer. I stripped
down to my sock and briefs and put the dirty clothes in the washer. He had
his goofy grin as he took off his shirt and tossed it into the washer. He
had paint all over his chest and stomach, even where he had been
covered. It had to have been intentional.

"OK, Chief Sitting Bull, get the pants in the washer." He pulled his pants
off and qucikly threw them in the washer. Standing there, only in his
socks, I saw that he had, at some point, painted his dick and balls. I
laughed. "Cute, real cute."

"Take a picture of me," he insisted. I got the camera and took some
pictures including a closeup of his primed dick.

Putting the camera up I said, "Since you managed to paint yourself as much
as the deck, you get to take a shower now."

Stanley looked rebellious. "Only if you take one with me and give me a
bath." That actually sounded pretty good to me.

I took him to the bathroom where we shed the rest of our clothes and I
adjusted the temperarure of the shower. I got the shampoo and scrubbed his
hair clean first then I turned his back to me and proceded to wash his
chest and belly. I pressed him to me and my not rock hard cock pressed
against his back. By the time I had his torso clean his little dick was
standing hard. Using just my hands I soaped up his package and began
scrubbing. He was doing a lot of mmmming and aaahing. I managed to get the
paint off just before he came. When he relaxed I turned him around washed
his back then his butt, slipping my finger down his crack and giving his
hole a thorough cleaning which he enjoyed. I went down to my knees and
washed his legs and feet.

When he was all rinsed off I held his now soft dick, still on my knees. I
inspected it and announced, "Looks clean." I smelled it and announced,
"Smells clean." Then I popped it in my mouth and tongued his a bit then
announced, "Tastes clean. Must be clean." That got a laugh from Stanley.

I shooed him out of the shower to dry off while I washed. "You really like
my thing in your mouth." It was half statement and half question.

"Yes, I do and I'm not even a girl."

"I know," he said. "You're gay."

There was no condemation in that, just a statement acknowleging a fact. I
fnished the shower, dried off and put on some sweats. Stanley was still as
naked as he had been in the shower. "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Do I have to?"

I considered. The only person that had knocked on my door since I moved in
were pizza deliveries and Edna Garber. The windows all had reflective film
so no one would be looking inside. I decided it was safe and allowed him to
remain naked. "Cool," was his response.

I got the camera, turned on the computer and prepared to download the new
photos. Naked little Stanley sat on my lap, his legs spread wide,
straddling mine. I cupped his dick and balls in my hand as the camera
downloaded. Reviewing the pictures, we got to the ones where he was sitting
on the porch with his legs spread. "Can you see my boner?" he asked.

I zoomed in on his crotch and, sure enough, there was his boner. Stanley
thought this was very cool. "I had a boner and no one but you could see
it."

I turned off the computer and set the camera aside. "You had a good orgasm
in the shower. Do you think you're up for some more sex now?" I was sure he
would be. While we were looking at the photos his dick had grown into a
hard boner. He agreed and we went to the bedroom.

He waited until I was as naked as he was. "Lay down," he commanded. "I'm
gonna do you first."

He played with my balls and cock for a short while then bent over and took
me in his mouth. I let out a loud moan that frightened him. "Did I hurt
you?" he asked.

"No, no. That was great. I just wasn't expecting it."

"Oh." He bent down and took me in his mouth again and began sucking my
cock. I admired the view of my cock being sucked by this ten year old
boy. He was inexperienced and slurpped a lot but never slowed down. He held
my cock with one hand and with his other he carressed my balls, rolling
them around in his hand. That pushed me over the edge and I exploded in his
mouth. He stopped and held still but allowed me to pump a full load of cum
and he took it all.

When I finished he sat up, looking at me expectantly. "I really enjoyed
that. Thank you Stanley." He smiled weaklly. "Are you alright?" He nodded
in affirmation. "Did you like sucking my dick?" Again he nodded
affirmation. "Well then let me hug you lover boy." He collapsed on my chest
and I wrapped my arms around him.

I held him a while then he asked, "Am I gay?"

"That's something you have to figure out for yourself."

"I think I am 'cus I really liked that and I like when you finger fuck me."

"Maybe you are then. If you are, that's OK. If you're not, that's OK too."
I paused. "And you ARE a boy. And I like it when you are my lover boy."
This made him snuggle even closer. I held him for a time then asked, "If
it's alright with you, I'd like to suck your dick now. He perked up and
looked at me with his silly grin and big eyes. "If you don't want me to,
that's alright. Just tell me no."

"No! I mean yes, you can suck it."

I had him lay on the bed and I propped him up with pillows. "You'll like
watching," I explained. "Stay right there." I left, got my camera and
tripod. "This takes videos too," I said. "I think it would be great to have
a video of your first blow job. Is it OK with you if we do that." Of course
it was OK. I think any time he can be on camera it was OK with him.

The camera was set up and rolling. I played to the camera. "How old are
you?"

"Ten."

"And what am I going to do?"

"Suck my thing."

"Yes, I am. Is this the first time you've had your dick sucked?"

He giggled. "Yes."

By this time I had positioned myself for a good camera shot and asked, "Are
you ready for me to start sucking your boner?"

"Yes." So I started.

I licked it up and down. I licked his balls and took them in my mouth,
playing with them. I licked back up and played with his foreskin then
pulled it down so the camera had a shot of his little naked head then I
licked it. Then I went down on him, taking the whole one and a half inches
in my mouth. Stanley moaned. I began to suck his boner with small, short
stroked so it woudln't come out. It wasn't long until he let out a
strangled sound and his hips rose to meet my mouth. I slid my hands under
his butt and held him tight to my face, rubbing my tongue on his little
cock as it jerked in a dry orgasm.

He relaxed and I released my hold on his dick. "Well, how was your first
blow job?"

"That was awesome!"

"Good. In that case here is a bonus."

I pushed his legs up and turned him so the camera had a view of his cute
little butthole. I stuck my tongue out and licked for the camera then
proceded to give it a good tongue lashing. When I was finished I let his
legs down and asked, "Did you like that?"

"Yes." He left the "Of course, stupid" unsaid.

I got the K-Y and started finger fucking him again. It went in easily this
time and Stanley didn't seem at all uneasy about it. I began pulling my
finger out and reinserting it. There was no resistance and Stanley looked
like he was in heaven. I got some more K-Y and started fucking him with
another finger. I put my fingers together and pushed them both in. Stanley
let out a soft "Oh" but didn't object. I fucked him with two fingers for a
while and then told him that was enough. His dick never got soft and as I
took the camera off the tripod he laid on the bed, naked, with a contented
smile, watching me.

He followed me into the other room and sat on my lap as I downloaded the
video and played it. When it was finished he insisted on seeing it again. I
obliged and, after starting it from the beginning, reached down between his
legs, slipped a finger into his ass. It was only a minute before he said,
"Put two fingers in." Once again I obliged.

The next day was Friday and I was preparing to put the finish coat on the
porch when Stanley and his mother walked up. "It will look nice when you're
done. It's already looking better," she said as an introduction. Stanley
was standing beside her looking very smug.

We exchanged some small talk while I wondered what was going on. Eventually
she got around to the purpose of her visit. "A friend of mine is coming
over tonight after I get off work and I'm afraid Stanley doesn't like him
much. In fact, he's so against it I'm not sure I want them together and you
did say something about babysitting." She let that hang.

"Are you asking me to watch him tonight?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you so much. I know Stanley really appreciates this." She
was off, not waiting for my answer which would have been a reluctant yes,
or at least I would have hoped it would seem reluctant. Stanley was left
standing there with a hugh shit-eating grin on his face.

"Well, just don't stand there. Get some clean clothes to wear tomorrow."

"These are clean," he said, looking down at his clothes.

"Go!" He headed back to his place. "And bring a tooothbrush with you."

We finished the porch and it looked good. The red color I had chosen
contrasted nicely with the white siding of the trailer. I went in to get my
camera for the final pictures of the porch. When I got back out Stanely was
without his shirt and had an "S" painted in red on his chest.

"Look, I'm Superman."

I took pictures of the porch and lots of pictures of Superman then we
cleaned up and put the tools away. Inside I didn't have any trouble getting
Stanley to strip or getting him into the shower. We played around until the
water started getting cold the we got out and dried off. I pulled on my
sweats and Stanley pranced around nude with his little boner bouncing the
whole time.

Stanley helped me fix dinner, still without a stitch on him. I kept him
away from the stove. Not only would a burn on something important put a
damper on our fun tonight but it would be hard to explain to his mother.

After dinner we went into the living room to watch TV for a while. He sat
on my lap, straddling my legs with his spread wide. His dick was soft now
and had shrunk down to about three fourths of an inch long. I cupped his
nuts and dick in my hand and gave them a couple gentle squeezes. I felt his
dick straighten and harden in bursts that matched his heart pumping blood
into it. I played with it gently as we watched TV, not trying to make him
cum.

"Wait a minute," he said as he slid off my lap. "Let's do a video." I go
the camera and tripod and set it up just below the TV which I turned down
so there was almost no sound. When I was finished I turned back to the
couch where Stanley was sitting with a shit-eating grin on his face.

He got up and before I could sit down he pulled my tee shirt off and pulled
my sweats off so I was as undressed as he. "Anything else you want to do?"
I asked.

"Just sit on your lap." I sat down and he climbed up on my lap and sat,
slouching a bit with his legs spread wide so the camera had a good shot of
everything. I rolled his little balls around with my fingers and stroked
his boner some. "Fuck me with your finger," he said as he looked straight
at the camera. He reached behind a cushion and pulled out the K-Y which he
must have gotten while I set up the camera.

I applied a generous amount to my finger and transfered it to his
asshole. I pressed against the opening until it allowed my finger to enter
and I pushed it all the way in. "Oooohhh," Stanley sighed loudly. I began
to fuck him with a finger of one hand and I played with his balls and boner
with the other hand causing Stanley to moan from time to time. He leand his
head back on my shoulder and I could see the look of ecstacy on his face.

After a while he looked at the camera again and said, "Fuck me with two
fingers now." I slathered K-Y on another finger and pushed both of them
alll the way into his ass.  "Aaahhh, yes." He laid his head back on my
shoulder and was back in heaven as I finger fucked him. I began to jack him
off in time to my fingers sliding in and out of his butt. Pressed against
his back my cock was so hard it was aching.

In a short while he grabbed my hand away from his boner and he said, "OK,
stop. Take your fingers out of my butt."

"Alright," I said as i pulled my fingers out. "Is something wrong?" I was
getting a little worried.

Looking over his shoulder with an impish grin he replied, "No."

He pulled his feet up onto the couch and pushed up into a crouch, still
facing the camera. He hovered over my aching cock which he positioned under
his opening. I held his sides to keep him steady. I felt the pressure build
on my cock as he continued to lower himself. Suddenly his sphincter gave
way and the head of my dick popped into his ass.

"Ow!" He held still and I could hear pain in his labored breathing.

"It's OK if you want to stop."

"No!" He helds still for a moment longer. "It doesn't hurt that much."

He began to lower himself on my cock and I began to gently thrust to help
him. With each thrust he let out a quite "uuhh." Soon his butt cheeks were
sitting on my legs and he slid his legs out, sitting on my lap with my cock
in his ass.

He looked back over his shoulder again and, with a slightly smug look,
said, "You whole boner is in me."

"It sure is," I said. "And it feels very nice inside you."

That brought a big smile to his face and he replied, "Now you can fuck me
for real and squirt sperm in my butt."

I rocked my hips back and forth to get the necessary motion. It was hard
that way and I would have prefered just about any other position but
Stanley was happy and I was happy fucking his tight, little ass. He had
gone soft during the process of insertion but his little dick was getting
hard again. He wrapped my arms around him with his arms holding mine and I
held him tightly as I fucked his ass.

I could feel the orgasm building slowly and I knew it was going to be a big
one. I came suddenly and hard. I don't think I've had one like that since I
was a young kid. I pulled Stanley down on my cock as I thrust it up into
him. Throb after throb pumped my cum into his young body. Finally it was
over and I went limp.

"You put sperm in my bottom."

"I sure did." Stanley snuggled his back up against me with my cock still
inside his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, he held my arms and we stayed
that way while my cock went soft and eventually popped out of him producing
a giggle from Stanley.

I spent all my sexual drive in that orgasm and was unable to get it up the
rest of the day. Stanley, on the other hand, was ready to charge full speed
ahead. I jacked him off as he sat on my lap and he leaked sperm all over
me. Later I sucked his dick again and when we went to bed he was ready to
fuck again because, he claimed, his butt was only a little bit
sore. Instead we agreed to make a closeup video of me sucking his boner. I
sucked it for nearly fifteen minutes before he came for the last time that
day.

The next day I sent Stanley home t o tell his mother I was willing to let
him spent another night with me if she wanted the whole weekend free. He
was back in no time to tell me that his mother thought that would be a good
idea.

It became a routine with us. Stanley would come over when his mother went
to work and stay until she returned home. We would work on the yard and
watch TV and engage in a lot of oral sex during the week. On the weekends
Stanley would come over Friday when his mother went to work and stay with
me until it his bedtime and I sent him home. I fucked him often on the
weekends and he loved it. He wanted to fuck me and I told him he would have
to wait until he grew big enough to get it in. He wasn't too happy with
that but understood the necessity and resisgned himself to waiting.

His mother was happy with the arraignment and no one in the neighborhood
seemed to care that a ten year old boy was spending so much time with a
registered sex offender. Stanley and I were certainly happy with the
arraignments.