Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2015 04:44:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Apartment II "I have a slight problem Zep," he said as he stood facing me holding the hand of each boy. They didn't look any older than 9 and I guessed younger than that. "These are my 2 nephews, Dillon and Daylen," he said, each boy offering me a hand to shake. Dillon appeared to be the oldest, height being the biggest indicator. He sported cornrowed braids that swept back from his face, although in any kind of order, and cascaded off of the crown, the sides and the back of his head. They then swept forward over his shoulders they were beyond nipple length in the front and mid shoulders in the back. He had a small gold hoop in his left ear and amazing green flecked hazel eyes that, while huge, also seemed to have a slight almond shape to them. Dalen on the other hand was clearly mixed race. His hair was quite curly but long and looked much like stretched out springs from say, a pen, but of course thicker and longer. It was pretty much a rat's nest. His skin tone was a very light brown as was his hair but the ends and some strands were a faded blonde color. The little boy had amazingly huge doe brown eyes and incredible lips. They were both adorable little boys and if they were brothers then they were half. "Your nephews are a problem," I stated. "Yes, I mean, no. I mean, sort of. Shit. I need to keep them with me for a while Zep. Their mother isn't real capable of caring for them right now and..." he let the sentence trail off. I asked him to continue but he stalled then said, "Is it alright if they stay with me for a little bit? Until I can make some better arrangements for them." I told him I didn't have a problem with that. I was curious as to how he was going to manage caring for them and trying to find a job and then working said job if and when he got one. I didn't ask though, figuring it would unfold however it would unfold. I have never overtly paid attention to my tenant's comings and goings and just because my current tenant had 2 preteens staying with him didn't change that. However, when I happened to be outside a few days later and saw him returning home without the boys I asked if he had gotten the issue with them resolved. Jerome sort of stammered and hemmed and hawed. "Uhmm, no they're still with me," he said, avoiding eye contact. Of course it hit me what he meant. "Do you mean to say that you leave them alone in the apartment all day while you're gone?" My voice had taken on a certain degree of hardness. "Yeah but it is okay Zep honest. Their mother leaves them alone all the time and Dillon is incredibly responsible, they're okay." "That doesn't negate the fact that they're too young to be left alone in my opinion despite the fact that this state doesn't have any laws regarding that topic." Indeed, it didn't, so legally Jerome was in the clear. "I understand Zep but honestly, they're great kids and Dillon is very responsible." Jerome's shoulders then sagged and I swear a tear ran from the corner of each eye. "I don't know what else to do. Children's services will take them away and I can't have that." My heart went out to the young man. "Okay, look, you do what you need to do and maybe I can look in on them a couple times a day." To say that Jerome was relieved as well as grateful was a gross understatement. Honestly it wasn't a huge problem for me. It was summer, many of my music and martial arts students suspended lessons and I didn't have a lot of other things going on to occupy my time. Of course boys would continue to come to the house to help get their sexual needs met, sometimes bringing a friend that they trusted and that I have previously vetted. Being with a pair, or even more, naked young boys was a thrill not to be missed, believe me. True to my word I elected to check on the boys about noon the next day and found then quietly playing in the living room upstairs. The boys were wearing only briefs due, I assume, to the heat. I talked with them for a moment then asked if they would like to come downstairs and I'd feed them lunch. "Do we have to get dressed sir," Dillon asked and I shook my head. "You can call me Zep and no, you don't have to get dressed." Understand that I had never engaged with boys as young as they were nor did I have any particular interest in doing so. Sure, I loved boys but typically boys that were sperming boys or close to it. That didn't mean that I didn't enjoy watching boys of any age, or men for that matter. Plus it was hot, the mercury hovering in the mid 80's, and the apartment didn't have air-con and I had no intention of installing it. I didn't need the extra electric bill. Hell, I was only wearing a pair of flimsy shorts without underwear and I had air conditioning. The two boys came to me and each took a hand so I led them down the stairs and into the house. In the kitchen I sat them at the table in the breakfast nook and quickly made egg salad sandwiches, placing plates in front of the boys with short glasses of milk and some chips. "Do you like little boys Mr. Zep," Daylen asked as he noshed on his lunch. I thought that to be a curious question and said I didn't understand. I wasn't sure but I thought that maybe Dillon had gently kicked the boy under the table. "What he means is do you like kids?" My gut told me something different but I went with it and said that I liked kids, which was why I became a teacher. That surprised the older boy who shared that he and Daylen both liked school and liked learning and wish that they could go more than they did. That led to a discussion about the fact that they missed a great deal of school because of their living situation. That disturbed me because of the value that I placed on education. "What do you do then if you're not in school?" "We go with..." Daylen started to say and Dillon interrupted him and said that "sometimes we went with friends because my mom wasn't at home to get them to school." "Your mother," I said to Dillon. "Don't you mean Daylen's mother too?" The boy shook his head. "We aren't really brothers," he said. "It's just that Daylen has lived with us since he was a real little baby so it's like we're brothers." I sat back and exhaled deeply. The youngster looked at me with a big smile on his milk chocolate colored face. "Yeah, we're almost brothers." As the boys warmed up to me they began chatting like magpies and I found myself warming to them as well. I did notice however that Daylen seemed to almost stare at the front of my shorts but almost wrote it off to typical boy curiosity. I say almost because at his age that type of curiosity was unusual unless a child had an ongoing familiarity with that part of anatomy, other than his own I mean.. After lunch we went outside to sit on the patio and Daylen asked if they could swim in the pool. "Of course you may," I told him. "We don't have a swim suit Dayley," Dillon said. I discovered that people often addressed the little boy with that nickname or simply Day. "We could swim in our underpants," the boy opined, "Or naked," he added. "Zep may not want us to swim naked," Dillon said then glanced at me. "Honestly, I don't mind either way," I said, and again, I wasn't angling to see them naked. I had always thought that children playing naked was a wonderful sign of childhood, beauty, innocence and all of that. It frustrated me that so much of society tried to make it out to be ugly, sinful, or inappropriate regardless of the circumstances. It was no wonder that society was so fucked up and sometimes I didn't like society very often. Actually, most of the time. I did have a thought about them being naked and I voiced it. "I'm not sure how your uncle might take it if he came home and found the both of you naked." "He don't care," Daylen piped up, "he see us naked plenty of times. Especially..." and again, Dillon interrupted the younger boy. "After we take a bath," Dillon interjected. Daylen was not to be deterred. "And," he said. "When we go to bed," Dillon tossed out. Clearly there was something going on that Daylen was nonplussed about but that Dillon didn't want me to know about, or at least it seemed that way. "Well regardless, you two can go in the pool if you want to," I said. "Do you know how to swim?" Dillon said he did but Daylen didn't. "Maybe you could teach me," the little cutie said. "Maybe; we'll see," I said. That said Daylen jumped up out of his chair and quickly peeled his briefs off and stood before me naked as a blackbird. I tried not to show my surprise and as I registered the size of Daylen's genitalia Dillon peeled his briefs off as well. Again, I wasn't all that familiar with the typical size of boys that age but I would have bet that they were hung better than most any white boy of the same age. To top it off Daylen, although a good 2 inches shorter in height than Dillon, equaled the older boy in genitalia. Both boys were uncut, neither boy had a hair anywhere that I could see other than their heads. Both sets of balls were dropped which really surprised me as far as Daylen was concerned. I seriously didn't think the kid was more than 8 years old but I didn't ask, I simply admired. "Come on Dayley," Dillon said and took the little boy's hand and walked to the edge of the pool. If I spread my hand out wide I doubted that Daylen's entire young boy butt would have been wider than the tip of my thumb to the tip of my little finger. In fact both boys' butts were quite tiny, quite cute. The boys jumped into the pool and frolicked about for a bit and I brought over a light weight pool ball for them to play with and squatted down to watch them then sat at the pool edge with one leg dangling in the water and the other foot planted flat on pool edge. While the boys played I noticed that Daylen kept glancing over at me. After a bit Dillon noticed it and glanced my way which didn't go unnoticed by the little boy. "I can see Zep's pissy tail," he said with a grin. "What," I asked. "Your cock, your dick, he can see it in the leg of your shorts," Dillon clarified. I looked down and indeed the leg was hanging open and my cock was in plain sight. "Sorry," I said and put my leg into the pool. "That's okay Mr. Zep I like looking men's pissy tail," Daylen said with a smile. Dillon nudged the boy good naturedly and Daylen turned to him. "Well so do you Dilly," The younger boy accused. "In fact..." he started to say and Dillon splashed water in his face to shut the little boy up. Now my curiosity was really peaked. The boys played around for another little bit and when Dillon started to swim some laps Daylen came to the edge of the pool and popped up between my legs, resting his hands on my bare thigh mere inches from my stuff. The boy made no attempt to hide the fact that he was trying to look up the leg of my shorts. "Show me again your pissy tail Zep," he said with a huge grin. Dillon must have heard what his mate had said or somehow knew that the little boy was asking because he swam over and perched on one thigh, then confirmed that he'd overheard the boy. "He's going to bug the shit out of you till you show him your dick," the older boy said. I was more than a little surprised. "And what do you suppose your uncle would have to say about that," I asked. Dillon shook his head. "He's not our uncle, just a old friend of my mommy," Dillon said. "Besides, he let us see his dick plenty of times." "I even sucked on it," Daylen offered. Dillon amended by saying that both boys had sucked Jerome's cock. "Yeah but I drank his white stuff," Daylen said, not with a little pride. Dillon was surprised. "What? When did you drink Jerome's sperm?" "Last night after we went to sleep. I woke up and he was playing with my pissy tail then he sucked on it. When he knew I was awake he said he was sorry but I said it was okay because I liked it. He asked if I would suck him and I said yes so he took me to his bed and I make him hard and sucked his cock. He squirted the white stuff in my mouth and I swallowed it all. Well, most of it. There was a lot and my mouth got full so some of it spilled out." Needless to say I was stunned at the revelation, or should I say, revelations-plural. My 3 guests weren't related and Jerome played with little boys. Dillon was almost as surprised as I was. "Did you like it Dayley; the taste of Jerome's sperm?" The younger boy shrugged his shoulders. "It was okay, kind of sour," Daylen said. He paused then said, "Can I see your cock Zep?" Dillon looked at me and shrugged his shoulders in the manner that said, "your call, do what you want to do." I was somewhat uncomfortable just flashing my cock to a couple of as yet, unknown boys. "How about this," I said. "How about I swim with you boys?" They both nodded their heads so I moved to stand up and they backed off into the pool to let me do that. I stood, shrugged my shorts and stood for just a moment. "You got a nice pissy tail Zep," Daylen said and Dillon added, "For a white guy." I stepped next to the pool and used my foot to splash water at him causing him to giggle then dove into the pool. I had no doubt that one or both boys would inform Jerome that they had seen my dick so at least they could say I went swimming with them. Yes it was lame but I figured it was better than just dropping my shorts and exposing myself to them. I frolicked with the boys for a good 15 minutes and actually enjoyed myself and not because I was naked with a couple of naked boys. It was just plain fun playing like a kid. On more than one occasion my cock got felt up and sometimes I knew which boy did it but sometimes I didn't. I would have thought that the little guy would have been the more predominant perpetrator but Dillon was just as guilty. I didn't have a diving board but that didn't stop the boys from getting out and jumping in off the side of the pool. Daylen climbed out of the pool, his stiff cocklet bobbing in front of him. He wagged it at me and giggled before jumping back into the water. When Dillon came out he too was hard as a rock. "Do you like how my boner looks Zep," he asked coyly. I didn't have an answer for the boy but as it turned out he wasn't really looking for one. He simply jumped back into the pool. I climbed out and stood at the side of pool watching the boys, water dripping off of me. They goofed around a little bit then they too climbed out, their cocks still fully stiffened. I was again surprised at the size of them. I elected to lay in a chaise lounge while they continued to romp and play and eventually I drifted off to sleep in the mottled shade. I woke up to my balls being gently fondled and since my cock was working its way into full tumescence I figured that perhaps it had been going on for a moment. "Look how big it's getting Dilly," the younger boy said in a low whisper. "I know," the older boy said. Do you want to suck on it Day," he asked and the little boy mumbled a yes but didn't seem to be making any move in that direction. I felt a hand take hold of my now rigid cock and gently stroke it. "I bet he makes a ton of white stuff," Daylen said and I heard Dillon mumble agreement. "Do you want to suck on my dick Daylen? The little guy must have nodded his head because my cock was let go of and I heard them moved away from me and settle onto another chaise lounge off to my right. A moment I heard very soft moans. I opened my eyes to mere slits and could easily see Daylen kneeling next to Dillon and bobbing his head on the older boys' cock while Dillon's hand gently rubbed in Daylen's hair. I wanted to take hold of my own stone hard cock and strangle it as I watched the boys. "Let me suck on you Dayley," Dillon finally said in a husky voice. The little boy got to his feet and Dillon told him to straddle the lounge chair, which Daylen did. Standing in front of the older boy he braced his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward. Dillon took the little boys cock in his mouth and Daylen braced his hands on the rim of the chair back and began to fuck Dillon's face. Dillon started out with both hands on the little boys' butt, encouraging Daylen to drive his young boner in and out of Dillon's mouth but it didn't take long before one of Dillon's hands moved to jack his own raging boner. A moment later Dillon pulled his mouth away, arched his back and growled out an, "AAgghhhh." His hand was a blur on his boner and I knew the boy was cumming. Daylen essentially just played with his own dick while he watched the older boy go through a powerful orgasm. Dillon finally relaxed back onto the chaise lounge and lay there panting heavily. "Will you give me my good feelings Dilly," the little boy finally said. "Oh gosh Daylen I can't," Dillon said, "I'm very tired now. I'm sorry." The expression on Daylen's adorable face was a little sad to me and I suspected that it wasn't the first time that the little boy had been disappointed. It rather pissed me off. "Come over here Daylen," I said, "I'll help you out." Both boys jumped at the sound of my voice but Daylen recovered quickly and came to my chair. "Will you suck on me Zep?" "No, I don't think I'm ready for that but I'll play with your cock and make you cum. Come, lay alongside me," I told him and scooted to the side to make room for him. Daylen lay next to me and I began playing his cock and his balls. As I said, I'd never been with a boy that young before and while I preferred older boys, splaying with Daylen was actually quite pleasurable. The small statured boy snuggled up to me with his little legs spread wide open. Dillon came over to watch and without asking simply took hold of my cock and began stroking it, jacking me off. Daylen began to moan softly as I moved his foreskin back and forth over his swollen little cock head. I didn't go fast but simply kept up a steady pace. My eyes were pretty much focused on Daylen's face. I loved watching a boys' feelings played out in his facial expressions and it was no different with a youngling. Daylen would inhale sharply, his body might stiffen then relax, his mouth might lay open or he would lick his delicious lips. I really felt like kissing him and probably would have if Dillon hadn't put his mouth over my cock head and started to suckle. I glanced down and watched for a moment and the corn-rowed head bobbed up and down in my lap. The boy knew what he was doing I'll say that. Dillon stroked my cock as he sucked, his tongue swirled the head as he sucked and then his free hand went to my balls. When he stopped sucking he licked all over the head, down the shaft to my balls, licked them then went back to sucking my cock. "I'm having my feelings," Daylen suddenly blurted out. I kept on jacking him off and a second later he cried out, thrust his hips forward against my hand and his body vibrated like a plucked harp string. I couldn't resist so leaned forward and kissed him gently on the mouth. The boys' arms went around my neck and he kissed me with a vengeance, pushing his little tongue into my mouth and moaning softly. Dillon stopped sucking my cock for a moment and when I pulled my mouth from Daylen's he said, "Dayley loves kissing. You cum in my mouth now Zep. I want to drink up your good sperm." That said, the kid went back to what he was doing while I simply cuddled with Daylen but continued to gently fondle his cock and his balls. It took about 3 minutes and at no time did Dillon stop what he was doing. "It's close Dillon," I groaned, "I'm getting real close." A moment later I erupted. Bear in mind I'd not cum in the mouth of a boy so young, particularly while holding yet another youngling. To his credit Dillon stopped sucking my cock and kept his mouth still while his hand continued to stroke me. I made a fair amount of liquid so on the third jet of sperm his eyes opened up and then his lips separated slightly allowing the overflow to leak out and run down my shaft into my pubic hair and onto my balls. His mouth closed again and he went about trying to swallow the rest of my ejaculate. When it was finally over I felt Dillon's tongue swirl my cock head before he pulled his head back and looked at me. My sperm was running down his chin and I have to say it was hot as fuck seeing it. And then he ran his fingers through it, cleaning it up, and sucked the sticky goo off and swallowed it. I was a little dumbstruck. This boy, maybe 9 years old on a good day, seemed pretty damned sexualized. His partner, obviously younger, was the same. I was curious as to how they got that way but things started falling into place in my head. The simplest theory was that mama was either farming them out to men for money or various men and or boys that hung around her apartment were engaging with the boys. Either way neither seemed harmed by it; quite the contrary. "How was it Dilly," Daylen asked, still enfolded in my arms. "Pretty good Day, very tasty sperm." "Can I try it Zep? Can I suck your cock and drink up your sperms?" Daylen was clearly excited about the prospect. "I don't know Daylen," I responded, "let me think about it, okay?" The little boy nodded his head then snuggled back into me. "Can I snuggle with you guys," Dillon asked. I pointed out that there wasn't any room. The boy seemed a little saddened by that. I had Daylen get up then I retrieved a blanket from the back porch and laid on the grass in the shade. We all lay down and they snuggled up to me and before I knew it we being woken up by Jerome. I came up out of my sleep to see him standing there gently tapping my foot with his shoe. If the man was surprised or otherwise upset for finding me cuddled up naked and asleep with his young charges he gave no sign of it. "Shit, what time is it," I asked, sitting up. Jerome said it was almost 5 which surprised the hell out of me. "Come on boys, I have to get you fed," he said kindly. The boy bounded up, searched around for their briefs and as they did so Daylen told him that they had gone swimming after I fed them lunch. "That was a kind thing to do Zep, thank you," the man said and I knew that he meant it. I waved it off. They all went upstairs to Jerome's apartment and I went into the house to fix something to eat. About an hour later I heard a light tap at the back door and went onto the sun porch to see Jerome standing there. "I wonder if I might have a word Zep." My stomach roiled just a tad at that and Jerome sensed that. "No worries, it's all good," he said. I brought him into the kitchen and offered him a beer, which he declined but asked if I had a soda, which I did. As I got it, and a beer for me he explained that Daylen was all giggly about the afternoons' events. "I understand that the little minx also told you about what happened last night?" I nodded my head. "Perhaps I should explain," he said and I waved him off. "No need to explain Jerome, all things considered," I said. "I know but there's a little more to it." He went on to tell me that the boys' mother often allowed men to play with them in return for money or drugs. He was clear that them getting fucked wasn't part of the equation but they both had sucked plenty of cock and been sucked more times than an aging whore's nipples, which I thought was an interesting analogy. Both boys seemed to enjoy both sides of that fence and the behavior didn't seem to be as an overt need for attention. "As for me I don't generally do things with men let along boys but you know the saying, if you can't find a girl" "I think you already know my stance on that Jerome," I said, a little caustically. He nodded his head and went on. "Anyway, both boys seemed to enjoy the time they spent with you this afternoon. Feeding them and playing in the pool with them was very kind of you. Thank you." I waved him off again. "The point is, if they should make further advances, as it were, I don't have a problem should you decide to, ahem, go along with them." I chose not to say anything. "Well, there is another issue." The man looked away for a moment. "I'm not sure how I'm going to pay the rent week." I was shocked at the implication. "Surely you aren't suggesting trading the boys favors in lieu of rent," I said. My voice must have risen because Jerome leaned back sharply. "Uumm, no, not at all Zep," he said, his hands up and facing me in a move of supplication. I allowed my feathers to un-ruffle knowing full well that was exactly what the man was suggesting. "Look, don't worry too much about the rent for now. Just do your best to take care of yourself and those boys." "Well, there is some good news," he said. "I have a job for tonight loading freight at the terminal. If I do good they might hire me full time." "What about the boys?" Jerome said that they would have to be alone for the night but again, that wasn't unusual for them, that they would be fine. I shook my head and waved a hand at him. "No, no, no, I've very uncomfortable with that Jerome. Day time is one thing but night; that's a different story." "I don't have a choice Zep. I have a solid job, I need the money," Jerome pleaded. I truly felt sorry for the young man. He was right of course. He had a prospect and to fuck that up wouldn't help him in any way shape or form. "Okay, Look. Bring the boys down here; they can stay the night with me," I told him. The expression on his face was one of shock and gratitude. I know that he wanted to ask if I was sure but had the courtesy not to. "Thank you Zep. I can't begin to tell you..." I waved him off for the third time. "Go get the boys."