Date: Tue, 07 Nov 2023 21:51:52 +0000
From: hugdan0 <hugdan0@proton.me>
Subject: The big organ donor - gay - adult youth - chapter 9

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CHAPTER 9 - He's better off with you


What a mess I had gotten myself into. It was one thing to pretend to be
father and son to complete strangers at the country club, but quite
another to pretend it with people I see everyday. I would have guessed
that to those people it would be odd for me to suddenly introduce them to
a boy as my son, but surprisingly it was the opposite, they didn't have a
doubt about it. I knew that with my mother it would be different, she
knows me more than anyone else, well... except for Greg,  I share with
him many adventures and he knows my most intimate secrets. But anyway, it
was impossible for my mother to believe that Danny was my son and she was
on her way to confront me.


I couldn't help feeling anxious, it was so easy to tell the truth, my
mother knew everything I went through after my accident, she would
understand perfectly the reasons why Danny had looked for me, but why did
I had that hint of nervousness, would my mother realize what Danny and I
were doing in the privacy of my apartment? Then there was the matter that
Tom, my assistant, had snuck into my apartment the night before to tell
me about his indiscretion in telling my mom about Danny. Had he seen or
heard something?


Fortunately my mom didn't find a flight that same night. I tried to call
her to explain but all I got was yelling, "Lane Pierce! Why didn't you
tell me? You know how excited I was to be a grandmother and you kept it
from me!"


"Mom! Let me explain!"


"Give me an explanation when I'm home, I'll arrive on Wednesday, now I
have to go to bed, I have breakfast with your Aunts Sarah and Eleanor,
and in the afternoon your cousin Mia's baby shower, a baby shower Lane! I
couldn't do one of those for my grandson!"


"For God's sake Mom! Please! Let me explain," but that's where the call
ended.


"Lane...Lane...are you okay?" asked Danny, but I didn't pay attention, I
was so deep in my thoughts trying to decipher how to cope with the issue
with my mother that his voice was a distant echo. "Lane!" he said,
raising his voice and grabbing my forearm with his young hand.


"What? What's wrong?"


"Lane, you were quiet the whole time, you haven't told me anything and I
don't know where we are."


I didn't know how long it had been since I parked in front of the house.
We had driven out of town and into the suburbs of Rockwood. The grass was
green, the house was a traditional suburban style of gray with white
details.


"Lane..." Danny leaned over to look at me, "Where are we?"


"Sorry Danny" I said snapping back to reality, "This is my parents'
house. This is where I grew up."


We walked to the door, everything was calm, we were far away from the
chaos of the city. I took a key from my pocket and opened the door,
"Wait!" said Danny, "What are you going to tell her?"


"What do you mean?"


"Yeah, what's our story going to be?"


"Story? Danny, we don't have to tell any story" Then I opened the door,
there was an air of homesickness, or maybe it was my perception because
it had been months, perhaps years, since I've been there, it didn't feel
like a home anymore.


Danny walks into the living room admiring the decor. He stopped and
turned to take a look around, then said, "Where's Grandma?"


I shot him a look letting him know I didn't think it was funny. "She's
not in yet, she'll be here until tomorrow, and call her Mrs. Pierce,
please."


"Aw...I thought since she thought I was your son, you'd want me to call
her that."


"Danny, let's get something straight, I'm not going to lie to my mom."


"So...you'll tell her everything?" the boy smiled incredulously.


"The most relevant..."


"I see...you're pretty hypocritical Lane, you know that? You tell me I
should be honest with my mom but you tell half-truths to everyone."


"Hey!" I walked over to Danny looking at him with a frown, I grabbed his
shoulders firmly and almost lifted him off the ground. Then I gave him a
kiss, "Shut up, ok?" Danny never lost his smile, he could already tell
when I was serious and when I was pretending to be. "Let me show you
around."


My father died in that house, his last agonizing months were spent there.
I didn't tell Danny that, but that was the reason I hardly ever visited
the place. They were bad memories that overshadowed most of the good
times I spent there. My mother preferred to spend long periods of time
visiting relatives, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, any
acquaintance no matter how distant the relationship was, avoiding being
at home.


My childhood home is a small house with two bedrooms, living room, dining
room and kitchen, a perfect home for a couple with one child. I showed
Danny every room and  left mine for last, I opened the door and it was
like traveling back in time, it was just as I had left it before I left
for college. A single bed, my bookcase, my desk, my old discman, some
extreme sports posters and a model in a bathing suit.


Danny looked around while I sat on my old bed, looked through my books,
opened the drawers but there were only linens. He asked me about some of
my stuff, like old toys I kept as decorations and even found a cassette
which intrigued he asked me what that was.


"That's how we listened to music in the stone age," I said sitting on the
edge of the bed.


"Really?" the boy smiled, putting down the old artifact to come over to
me and stand in between my legs, he put his hands on my shoulders and
asked, "And how did you make out back then?"


I smiled, "Some things don't get old," I grabbed Danny by the waist and
pulled him to me to lay us down on the bed. We kissed as we tried to get
comfortable in the small space. Our shoes were the first to fall to the
floor, then I took off his shirt, and he helped me take off mine, our
hands roamed our bodies, I had learned that Danny liked the feeling of
touching my shoulders and arms, I preferred his narrow waist and thighs.
Our erections were barely contained by our underwear, moving in the
single bed was difficult being used to a wider battlefield.


"The bed in your parents' room is bigger," said Danny.


"Uhu..." I expressed without stopping kissing the boy, I was kissing his
neck and Danny was panting and moaning.


"Why don't we go there?"


Then I took off my hands from his soft and smooth skin, "No! When I was
young I never did anything in my parents' bed, and I don't plan to do it
now" we rolled on the bed and then Danny fell on the floor. We both
couldn't stop laughing.


The point of going to my parents' house early that day was to clean up
and get everything ready for my mom's arrival. We were so busy dusting,
sweeping, vacuuming and mopping that we didn't need to get dressed. We
ordered food for an app and continued to do laundry on the sheets and
pillow covers.


Later that day we went to the store to buy things to stock the fridge, on
the way back we stopped by to buy some burgers for dinner. I parked in
the driveway and opened the trunk to start unloading the bags. That's
when I heard, "Lane Pierce? Is that you?"


I smiled without even seeing who it was, but it was an unmistakable
mature voice. "Mr Jones!"


Pete Jones, lifelong neighbor, a very nice man and beloved by the whole
neighborhood, husband of Agnes Jones, who makes the best chocolate chip
cookies I've ever tasted. I gave the tall old man a big hug, it had been
many years since I had seen him and you could see the pass of time on his
face, Mr. Jones must have been almost 70 years old and  his hair was
completely white.


"How have you been Lane, what brings you back to the neighborhood?"


"Uhm... My mom."


"Is she okay?"


"Yeah! She's doing great, she's going to be visiting tomorrow. Well, if
that's what you can call it, this is her house but she spends more time
away from home."


"I know! I haven't seen her in months."


"How is Mrs. Jones?"


Mr. Jones' face tightened, "She's in a better place...."


"Oh! I'm so sorry Mr. Jones"


"Why? She must be drinking margaritas at a bar in Cancun, she's on
vacation."


I was stunned until Mr. Jones' thunderous laughter reverberated. "Oh my
God Mr. Jones" I breathed in relief touching my chest. The man patted me
on the back as he continued to laugh.


"And call me Pete, you're all grown up now to keep calling me mister"


"Thank you very much. Pete" we both shook hands.


"And tell me..." the man kept on, "Who are you coming with?" he asked as
he saw Danny come back for more bags, who looked at me with an annoyed
face for not helping him, "Don't tell me that..."


"No! No!" I interrupted him, "It's just a... Danny. Come, I want to
introduce you to someone."


"-A Danny-, nice to meet you."


"Nice to meet you" he said and they shook hands.


"Mr. Jones. Pete." I corrected "He gives the best Halloween candy in the
neighborhood."


"That's for sure. Every year. I love seeing the costumes and the scary
faces. You might want to come next Halloween."


"You bet I will!" said Danny somewhat excitedly.


"I don't think so" I interjected, "Maybe Danny is too old to
trick-or-treat..."


"Maybe not!" he interrupted, "I'd love to, I'll tell Lane to bring me"
the boy added to commit me to something we both knew wasn't possible.


"Lane, besides saying hi, I wanted to tell you that they haven't come to
mow the lawn, the guy who does it is gone for the summer, I have my old
mower in the garage, in case you want to do it yourself."


"That's okay Pete. Thanks a lot, I'll sure need it" I thought for a
moment, "And I'll mow your lawn, for old time's sake" I said remembering
that in my teens that was my job.


"No need Lane, you'll have a busy day tomorrow with your mom, you'll want
to catch up."


"That won't be a problem. Besides, Danny is going to help me" I looked at
the boy who looked at me in disagreement.


Danny and I ate our burgers while watching TV, we were on the carpet in
the living room completely naked. Danny got some ketchup on his chest, I
leaned over to him to lick it off. Then the boy squeezed the burger,
dropping more on his chest and abs.


"You think I'm not going to do it?"


"I did it because I know you will," he said, smirking. I set my dinner
aside and crawled on top of the boy. I began to lick the ketchup off his
body, slowly, leaving no trace. I was so meticulous that I left his chest
clean and yet I continued to lick. I kneeled to see Dany lying on the
carpet, we both had hard cocks, then the boy took what was left of his
burger and grabbed a bun with each hand and put his cock in the middle
making a thick sausage burger.


"Danny, this is disgusting... I won't do it. And you're going to stain
the carpet. My mom is going to be mad" I stood up.


"I don't think Grandma will be mad..."


I turned to look at him instantly, "Stop it! Don't call her that!"


"Call her what?" the boy was playing with me,


"Don't call her grandma. I told you, I'll tell her the truth. Now come
on, we have to take a shower."


"Why daddy?" he said scoffing, "Grandma will get mad if I'm dirty?"


"Enough you tease!" I went over to him to pick him up, carried the boy in
my arms and then carried him as a bundle on my shoulder. I wasn't angry,
but I didn't feel like I had much patience to deal with a little brat.


His bratty teasing ended in the shower, Danny didn't want to joke anymore
the moment we had our hard cocks in front of each other, we kissed under
the shower while touching each other. We continued in my old room,
careful not to fall again, Danny was underneath me as I kissed and
caressed him, then I knelt on top of him as I leaned on my hands to his
sides and he grabbed both our cocks and started stroking them off
together. It didn't take Danny long to want to suck my cock, I lay back
on that mattress I hadn't laid on in years and let him engulf my manhood,
Danny had become more and more skilled, I let myself go, I looked up at
the ceiling as the boy worked my cock, I stroked his hair and weave my
fingers.


Danny felt he was pushing me to the edge and started sucking harder, I
grabbed him by the face and lifted him up, I started kissing him
passionately, then I said "I don't want to finish yet". We exchanged
positions, I gave him a blowjob while he ecstatically enjoyed it. He just
kept lifting his legs, giving me access to that part that I had recently
discovered was highly erogenous. I held him by the back of his knees,
lifting his legs and buttocks. His hole was tight and clean, inviting me
to taste it and so I did. I was extremely aroused, I roamed his body with
my mouth positioning my beefy body between his legs, I began to move in
rhythm, my cock rubbing against his ass and taint. Danny moaned and
grabbed my biceps, I reached for my cock and rubbed the tip at his
entrance. Danny pulled back on instinct, I told him it was okay, I
wouldn't do anything to hurt him, I just wanted to know what it felt like
to be that close. Danny relaxed and let me continue rubbing my thick head
on his hole.


I moaned and told him how good it felt. Danny grabbed his cock and
started jerking off, we kissed. The saliva on his ass made my head slip
and still his sphincter wouldn't give in, it was very tight and that made
me even more horny, I imagined how it would feel to finally fuck him.
Then we finished. Danny on his abs and I unloaded right outside his hole.


We cleaned up and went back to bed, I turned off the night light and we
slept naked and cuddled.


I woke up with Danny's face on my chest and his arms around my waist, our
morning erections parallel to each other, we had plenty of time as my
mom's flight would arrive at 3pm. I wanted to stay lying down but I
needed to pee.


We had things to do, mowing the lawn was one of them and we needed to be
dressed, at least while we were in the front yard. I remembered that we
hadn't even gotten our stuff out of the car, so I put on a bathrobe and
got out. As I was getting our backpacks, Pete came out to get his mail,
we greeted each other and he very kindly invited us to have breakfast at
his house.


Pete wouldn't let us help him in the kitchen, he said he had everything
under control, in the meantime I decided to start mowing. I started in
the front yard, took out the mower and started it up showing Danny how to
do it. Mr. and Mrs. Jones' house has a back porch where they have a small
table where they usually hang out to rest and have a coffee or any other
refreshing drink. Danny and I had started sweating and were full of grass
so we had breakfast there along with Pete. Because of the summer sun that
early on starts to throw its powerful rays I took off my t-shirt, Danny
who was raking saw me and imitated me. We were both wearing shorts and
sport shoes.


Mr. and Mrs. Jones' house has an elevation of about 3 feet. Pete could
see us from his back porch, so I went upstairs to keep him company while
Danny finished raking.


"I had forgotten how tiring this is."


"But you have excellent help" he said as we admired the young boy, there
was a brief silence between the two of us, I was doing it to recover from
the heat, but Pete did it to gain courage in what he was going to tell
me, "I never thought you were like that Lane..."


I waited for Pete to say something else that would give me a clearer idea
of what he was talking about, "...That I was like what, Pete?" I frowned
as I looked at the man, Pete had his eyes fixed on Danny, on his young
body, bare of torso.


"That you were a boy lover..."


It was a big shock, I was speechless.


"Don't worry... Your secret's safe with me. But you have to be more
careful."


The truth was that I didn't feel less worried because "My secret was
safe", I didn't consider myself a boy lover, but I knew what he meant,
it was something I didn't look for, I had never felt attraction for other
men, much less boys.


"Careful?" I asked nervously, how had he found out? Was it very obvious?
had we said or done something that revealed our secret? But Pete didn't
clear up my doubts, he simply confessed a bigger secret.


"Back in the day it was harder. You couldn't even think you liked men,
any doubts you must repress and do what society dictated, get married,
start a family and forget about any desires that didn't suit the
establishment."


"Pete..."


"Yes Lane, I am attracted to men."


"But Mrs. Jones?"


"Agnes? Oh, I love her, no doubt about that, but that doesn't mean I
didn't feel attracted to men also."


I didn't know what to say, I felt the need to justify myself, to tell him
that I wasn't like that and that I had never had any doubts, that what I
was experiencing was something totally new for me as for you.


"I was always loyal, I was not one of those men who is an apparently
respectful family man but who goes around looking for hookups in public
bathrooms. I'm not saying I never thought about it, I was scared. And I
have you to thank for that."


"For your fear?"


"No," laughed Pete "You satisfied that need for a long time."


"What do you mean?"


"Come" the man said to me, just at the corner of the porch was a small
ladder of the kind used in the kitchen to reach a high shelf. He motioned
for me to climb up one step, I did, "What do you see?" he asked me.


"I don't know...the fence, my parents' house, the backyard, my window..."
then it dawned on me, "...my window...my room..."


"Exactly."


"You mean...you saw us?" Pete nodded, "You were spying on me? Since
when?"


"I wouldn't say I was spying, because I wasn't looking to do that, I was
simply hanging a wind chime here on the porch one afternoon and I saw
something I never thought I would see...a young boy naked in his room,
pacing back and forth without any modesty."


"I was in my room, a private place."


"I know, I know. And I didn't mean to spy on you. I was just in my house,
doing my chores, I just stayed a little longer observing what was going
on on the other side of the fence"


"For how long?"


"Let's just say it became routine. It was my favorite show. I watched you
get comfortable with your body, watched you explore yourself and discover
new sensations. I watched you have dry orgasms that turned into messy
ones. I watched you grow, and I watched you mature until you no longer
needed to use your hand, you started dating girls, you went off to
college, and that's where it ended."


I felt myself getting sick, I felt a little dizzy. I got off the step and
walked to the railing.


"And why are you telling me this now?"


"Because I never thought I'd see what I witnessed last night."


"Oh my goodness..."


"Lane, when I saw you yesterday in the driveway I felt such happiness. I
remembered those wonderful years where I enjoyed watching you pleasuring
yourself. I thought I could relive the old days a little. I even took a
pill."


"A pill?"


"Yes Lane, I wanted to feel again what it was like to have an erection
while watching what was happening on that side of the window. I have no
regrets, it was more than I expected."


"That was a private moment..." I said.


"And that's why I'd advise you to be careful, you don't want anyone else
to find out."


I didn't know whether to be outraged or angry. It was a total invasion of
our privacy, but what could I do? Call the police? "I'll be much more
careful..."


"My wife always felt something was missing from me, we never had a very
active sex life, many years ago she decided she needed excitement in her
life and started taking vacations, a week away from home, and I would do
whatever I wanted, no questions asked..."


"Have you ever?"


"Never. I made up my mind that these desires I have for young men are
impossible. I didn't know how to approach one, never came across one that
was already groomed until now..."


"Wait... I didn't..."


"Lane, you'd do a lot for this old man if you'd let him spend a little
time alone with Danny..."


My heart was racing, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, such a
blatant and disgusting proposal, just imagining Danny with him made me
want to vomit. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that Pete..." my tone was
curt, stern. I was snorting with anger. With jealousy.


"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry Lane..." said an extremely embarrassed Pete. "I
didn't mean to, I thought that..."


"Well you were wrong..."


"I'm done," Danny said just in time.


We said goodbye to Mr. Jones to continue at my parent's house. Pete
thanked Danny and gave him a 100 bill, Danny couldn't believe it, he was
jumping up and down with excitement saying he had never been paid that
much to do a job. I insisted it was too much, but Pete insisted saying it
was for helping an old man beyond belief. I knew what he meant, to
satiate his perverse lust, I preferred to think he was doing it out of
guilt.


I was pensive the whole time I mowed the backyard lawn, my head was a
mess, I wasn't fixing something when I got myself into another mess. Then
I turned to look at Danny, the boy was raking completely naked.


"Danny, what are you doing?"


"It's very hot, I was sweating a lot."


"Yeah, but someone can see you."


"There's no one, and there's the fence, no one is watching."


I turned to look towards Mr. Jones' house. There was no sign of him. I
nodded but with reservations. When we finished Danny used the hose to
clean himself, there was something about the boy that threw all my
barriers. I took the hose and helped him, the cool water fell from his
blond hair to his feet. Danny grabbed my shorts by the waist and pulled
them down without warning me. I stepped back, "What are you doing?!" I
said in surprise.


"You need to clean yourself too," he said so matter-of-factly and without
a double entendre that I let him, but not before checking again that no
one was watching us.


The inevitable moment I wanted so much to postpone arrived, the imminent
arrival of my mother. I checked the flight expecting that they would
announce some delay, on the contrary, they arrived 10 minutes earlier.
There we were, Danny and I at the airport looking towards the stairs
where we knew my mom would be coming down.


My mom is a 65 years old woman with a lot of energy and very cheerful,
but with a very strong character too. I watched her descend on the
escalator, she was wearing her mom jeans, a blouse and a cardigan over
it. Comfortable white shoes. Her hair dyed a dark blonde, heavy makeup
and sunglasses. "That's her" I said to Danny, we walked until she saw us.
Her serious face immediately changed to a big smile, she quickened her
pace and opened her arms and shouted "My baby!"


"Oh my god...mom, no," I hated it when she referred to me that way in
public. I reached out my arms to give her a hug, but was stunned when she
walked past me and took Danny in her arms. "Mom!" I exclaimed.


The woman held the boy for what seemed like an eternity, Danny stood as
the woman smothered him with her huge breasts. "Mom, please let him
breathe."


"Let me hold him, he's my grandson," she told me without letting go, at
least she let Danny turn his head to the side to let him breathe, "You're
so big! And so handsome," my mom grabbed the boy's head and squeezed him
to her, her soft fingers caressing his hair and cheeks.


"Mom, one more time, let him go."


"Oh my god Lane, why won't you let me enjoy this."


"Because we need to talk first, there's something I have to tell you."


"Yeah, yeah, there will be time. First go get my luggage, you know well
the carousel moves too fast for me and I can never grab my suitcase", I
rolled my eyes and went to claim her suitcase, I turned to look at her
and she already had Danny's face in her hands. The strange thing was that
Danny didn't look uncomfortable at all.


On the way to the car in the parking lot, my mom was walking while
hugging Danny, I was following them carrying the suitcase. I wanted to
hear what they were talking about, but each sentence took them to a new
topic. It seemed that my mom wanted to know everything about Danny as
fast as she could, like trying to recover the lost time that never
existed.


Fortunately they were banal questions, about school, his likes and
dislikes, mainly about food. "I'm glad you're not picky. Because Lane, oh
my god, he didn't like mayonnaise, mustard, he didn't like broccoli,
cauliflower, carrots, he didn't like seafood, pork chops, the list goes
on...when he was 11 I still had to cut his steak." she whispered that
last part.


Danny turned to me in surprise, "What?" he stammered.


"I don't know how he wanted to go off and travel the world if he was so
picky."


"Well, maybe I needed to taste good food."


"No mister!" my mom turned to look at me, "I am an excellent cook" she
turned to look at Danny, "What is your favorite food Danny? Grandma will
prepare it for you"


That said, Danny turned to see my reaction, I just rolled my eyes.


After his trip my mom was hungry and we hadn't eaten anything since
breakfast, so we went to a restaurant. In the parking lot I approached
Danny to tell him not to be reckless, not to play along with my mom, that
I would tell her the truth at the right time. But it seemed that nobody
wanted that moment to come, my mom was glued to Danny, I felt bad because
my mom always wanted grandchildren and I was very stubborn in refusing to
give them to her.


We were sitting at the table and the waiter gave us the menus, we were
just deciding what we wanted to eat when they brought us breadsticks.
Danny quickly went to take one but my mom grabbed his hand. "No honey, go
wash your hands first," Danny was taken by surprise but nodded. "Take
your time" I told him, he understood.


We were finally alone, at least until the boy returned, it was my chance
to broach the subject.


"He seems like a nice boy, a little quiet" said my mom, though Danny was
warned not to say too much, "But he can get used to it pretty fast, he
might have to go to therapy for a while, just to make sure he doesn't
have any issues and for adjusting."


"What? Get used to what mom? What are you talking about?"


"About Danny, now that he lives with you" she said matter of factly,
"There is a very good school in our district, maybe you should move to a
house nearby, closer to me, I could take care of him when you have to
work long hours."


"Mom... mom!" I tried to interrupt her but she continued with her
fantasy, so I had to burst her bubble, "Danny is not my son..."


There was a short silence and she continued talking about school and
sport practice, "Mom, listen to me. Danny is not mine."


She sighed, looked at me tenderly and put her soft hand on my cheek, "I
know son."


"How?" I was perplexed, "Then why do you keep talking like he is?"


"Lane. I knew from the moment I saw him, a mother knows. I thought you
thought he was yours, that a woman, I don't know, a stripper or a one
night stand, told you he was yours and you were willing to raise him as
such, I was more than happy to finally have a grandchild."


"That's crazy...you were willing to lie?"


"Lane, I was willing to pay someone to have your child, I was willing to
let them drug you if they had to."


"Oh my god mom, you're insane!", and then Danny came back from the
restroom.


Back at home my mom started unpacking, she called Danny and handed him a
bag, inside were some gifts for him. Some t-shirts and a pair of
pajamas.


"Your assistant told me Danny was about 12 years old"


"He is 14, mom"


"I know. The good thing is that as a good grandma I know that kids grow
up more nowadays, that's why I bought a bigger size", Danny went to my
old room with his new things. Again, alone with my mom she asked.


"So? Was it adoption? foster care? is he a homeless kid?"


"No mom, he has a family. He..." I sighed and quickly told her how Danny
came into my life.


"Oh...I see. You could say you're almost his father, you have the tool
that brought him into the world..."


"You're going to look for any excuse, aren't you?"


"Lane, I wanted to be a grandmother so badly, please don't take this away
from me."


I sighed, "There's going to come a day when he's going back home, and you
may never see him again."


"I don't know Lane, from what you tell me he doesn't get much attention
at home, I would have noticed right away with you. Maybe he's better off
with you. Take good care of him."


"I am, mom."


It was getting close to bedtime, my mom was in her room and I took a
shower, it was weird not being accompanied by Danny, without his playful
hands and soft lips. I got hard just thinking about him. I walked into my
old room and Danny was on the bed completely naked "Close the door if you
are not going to use anything" then I looked towards the window, there
was nothing blocking the view, I walked towards it and closed the blind,
then I thought, my mom longed so much to have a grandchild that it was
enough for her to convince herself of something that was not true even if
it was only for a few days. Mr. Jones, Pete, was not so different, he had
lived a life longing for something he could not have simply because of
the time he lived in, and the expectations he had from living in a closed
minded society. I was a happy man who had no regrets - until then - who
fulfilled all his fantasies and it was in my power to fulfill some of
others. Why should I refuse to give a moment of pleasure to an old
voyeurist perv?


I pulled up the blind, dropped my towel on the floor and walked over to
the bed crawling on top of Danny. I whispered to him to keep quiet, I
kissed the boy and almost immediately stuck my tongue in his mouth. I
didn't know if Pete was watching but the very thought that there was
someone watching what was going on in the privacy of my room made me lose
control. I grabbed Danny firmly and turned him on the bed, the boy was on
top of me, straddling on my waist, I grabbed his buttcheeks, one with
each hand and squeezed them. I pulled him a little towards me so that my
cock jumped between them.


Danny began to move his hips so that my cock rubbed up and down his
crack, I squeezed his butt cheeks imprisoning my shaft in between. I
brought one hand up to Danny's mouth and ran my index finger across his
lips, gently slipped it into his mouth for him to suck, then went back to
his rear end, rubbed my wet finger on his pucker, I did it slowly and
carefully, brought my finger back to his mouth and back to his hole,
repeated several times until the tip of my finger slipped inside. I got a
slight moan from Danny, "Sh..." I told him to keep quiet.


I brought my hand to my mouth and spit, and took my natural lubricant to
his hole. I put my index finger back in, let him get used to it and
inserted more. Danny moaned but didn't ask me to stop. So I continued,
patiently despite the horniness I felt until I reached the knuckle, it
was impressive the force with which his ass squeezed my finger, then I
took it out and inserted the middle finger, Danny moaned again, I wanted
him to relax, to allow me to continue exploring that corner of his body.
I sought his mouth with mine, we kissed as I continued to work the
elasticity of his sphincter. There was no way to advance if I didn't
force a little, then I tried to put both fingers in, Danny moaned again
and grabbed my hand with his, I didn't allow him to pull it out, I
brought my other hand to his face and squeezed his chin, "Sh... be
quiet..." I whispered to him, "You don't want grandma to hear us..."


It was something I said in the heat of the moment and apparently it
worked to ignite in Danny that missing thing. The boy opened his eyes in
surprise, I felt his cock throbbing as he pressed it between our bellies
as he moved his buttocks. I smiled staring at him and said, "Good boy," I
kissed him to stifle any sound that might come out of his mouth and
continued to work my fingers into his ass, slowly, rhythmically, Danny's
young body rubbing against mine with his cock trapped between the two of
us, it didn't take him long to cum, I felt his hot cum shoot out and
spread on both our abs. Danny collapsed on top of me trying to catch his
breath, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead.


Everyone was in favor of me keeping the boy. We were both starting to
learn to enjoy ourselves in new and exciting ways, maybe it wouldn't be
such a bad idea.