Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2016 11:02:33 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: The Diver in Me Part 12 Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young boys. Not a word of it is true. The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead. No animals or children were hurt in the making of this story. Anyone who is offended by this should not read beyond this point. It is not, however, your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and immediately jumps into the sack with them. There's a little more content to it than that. So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session, sorry, but this ain't it. The author of this story believes that such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy reading them. I hope you enjoy this and, as always, I'm eager to hear your thoughts and suggestions for future episodes. Also, if you like these and the other stories, Nifty needs your donations, to continue to provide them. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Adult – Youth (M,b,B,con) The Diver in Me - Part 12 It seemed to be a long day at work. Lots of little issues to deal with and no time for lunch. I had to leave at 3 to pick Owen up from school and I thought I'd pull David out of the dungeon early, so we could all grab something to eat. They didn't know it, but we had an eventful evening ahead of us. I'd had a chat with my friend Sandy, who was a lawyer in one of the large firms downtown. We'd discussed the situation and, after giving me a friendly warning about thinking hard about what I was getting myself into, she explained that having guardianship granted was nothing more than Carol signing an affidavit and having it notarized. All in all, maybe 2 hours at her office. I told her I'd discuss it with Carol and set up an appointment for us to come in. I'd had a large package delivered today. When I picked up David from the dungeon, I asked him to carry it out to the car for me and put it in the back. Then we jumped into my car and headed off to Owen's school. David seemed concerned and asked, "Hey, what's up with Owen. He hardly said a word this morning. What happened on the weekend?" I explained about his finish and David nodded. "Makes sense." I also explained that, after we ate, we were all going back to my place before practice. David started to complain that he wanted to do some work on a program, but I stopped him and told him Owen would probably appreciate as much support around as possible. I also explained that he could use the computer at my place if he wanted to work on his stuff. We pulled up in front of Owen's school and waited. After a short wait, Owen appeared, looking like he still felt bad, but not as bad as last night. He climbed into the back seat and slouched back with a quick, "Hi," to David and me and we drove off. I asked the boys where they wanted to eat and David opted for McD's, and Owen said he didn't care. I suggested that we hit the drive through and then eat back at my place and the boys agreed. Once we'd collected our food and headed home, I asked Owen how school had gone. "Good," was all I got. I asked about what they'd done. "Nuthin'." "You mean you just sat there all day," I asked. He gave me a look that said, "what a dumb question." "No," he began, "we did the usual stuff." "Like what," I asked. Big sigh..."Math and English and stuff like that," he replied. "Anything interesting happen," I questioned him. Sigh..."No." I kept trying to draw him out while we drove, but only had limited success. It seemed like a long drive back to the condo. When we finally arrived, I had David grab the box in the back and we all rode the elevator to my floor in silence. After entering, the boys dumped their backpacks and I asked David to put the box in the dining room. Then he immediately headed for my computer, taking his food with him. Owen had gone into the living room and was slumped into the couch. I went over to him and put his food on the coffee table and he sat forward and started to eat. I sat down on the couch beside him, turned on the TV and chowed down on my burger and fries. After we'd both finished, we sat back on the couch and I put my arm behind Owen's head and pulled him against me. He turned so he was laying along the couch, with his head on my shoulder and I was able to wrap both arms across his shoulders, with my hands resting on his chest. I gently ran my hands across his chest, hopefully helping him relax. Owen looked up at me and, with a catch in his voice, said, "Sam, I don't want to go to practice. Can I just stay here? Please?" I nuzzled his head and kissed his hair. "I know. You feel like people are laughing at you, right? Like they think you shouldn't be there?" He slowly nodded his head. "Wanna know something? When I first started diving, I finished last at every meet, for a whole year. It took me 3 years before I made it into the top three." Owen looked up at me and asked, "Really?" "Yeah. I thought about quitting, a lot, that first year. I didn't want to go to practice many, many times." "So why did you," Owen asked. "Because I had a great coach, who told me that the only way to not feel that way was to practice and practice and practice. And, know what?" Owen shook his head. I said, "He was right. If you don't practice, you don't get better. And if you don't get better, you end up in the same place every time. And you don't feel too good right now, do you?" He shook his head. I went on, "So, can you see why you need to go to practice tonight? Even if you just show up and don't dive, at least you're there. Make sense?" Owen slowly responded, "Yeah...I guess so." I kissed his head again and said, "Tell you what, after practice, we have to go back to your place, but how about I bring you and David back here after and you guys can stay here tonight? That sound OK?" He nodded quickly and said, "Yeah. I'd like that." "OK," I replied, "then that's settled." "David," I called, "Owen's gonna stay here tonight after practice. How about I bring you back too and both of you can stay over?" He tried to be the nonchalant 15 year old, "Yeah, sure," but I could tell he was all for it. It was time to head out to the pool, so I packed up the two boys and we headed down to the garage. Once we got to the rec center, Owen decided to get involved and trooped off to the change room. I saw the other boys welcome him and it seemed he'd gotten over his discouragement. We went through some basics and then went to the gymnastics room to work on their inverted technique for an hour. It was a hard practice; everyone was tired from the weekend meet, but we really needed to work because we had another meet this coming weekend. The kids did their best, but the fatigue was evident. After we were done, I called them all together, reminded them that they really needed lots of sleep and to eat properly over the next few days and then sent them on their way. Owen, David and I headed back to their place for, what I knew, was going to be a difficult discussion. When we arrived, Carol met us in the living room. I told the boys to go pack some clothes for school tomorrow and when they'd gone up to their rooms, I explained about the guardianship process and we agreed to take care of it on Wednesday. I also explained that I'd set it up so that the boys were going to come back to my place tonight, so we could get things going quickly and she agreed. When the two kids had come back down with their bags, Carol and I brought them into the kitchen and everyone sat around the kitchen table. This was an unusual occurrence, so the boys were looking cautiously at each other and Carol and me. Carol began, "Boys, I have some news that we need to talk about. You know how hard I've been working. But we've run into a problem. Even though I'm working really hard, I haven't been able to keep up with our expenses and I haven't been able to pay the rent for the last few months." Owen and David started to look worried. David asked, "Does that mean we're gonna have to move?" Carol nodded and explained, "Yes, that's exactly what's going to happen. We have to be out of here by the end of next week, so I'm going to need you guys to start packing your stuff tomorrow after school." Owen looked like he was going to cry. "Where're we gonna go," he asked quietly. "Well, that's the problem. I've looked all over for a house that I can afford for the three of us, but there's nothing out there. Anything I can afford only has one bedroom. I've spoken with your aunt Cindy in Winnipeg..." David looked stunned and shouted, "Winnipeg? I don't wanna live in Winnipeg!" Tears started running down Owen's face and he put his head down on the table. Carol was starting to tear up as well, so I stepped in. "Guys, you're not moving to Winnipeg. But until she can get things straightened out, your mom's going to out to live with your aunt." And before they could ask, I explained, "Your mom and I thought it would be better for you guys to come and live with me until she's back on her feet and can find a place here." Both boys looked up at Carol and she nodded, trying not to cry. "Is that why you wanted us to come back to your place tonight" David asked. "Yeah, that's exactly why," I explained. "I thought we'd get things sorted out quickly, so you have time to pack and a place to bring your stuff when it's packed. I hope that's OK with you guys." David nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." Owen looked up and just nodded. "So what does that mean," David asked. "We're gonna live at Sam's and, what, Sam's gonna be like our dad?" I nodded. "Pretty much like that. Except I'll be your guardian, not your dad. I'll be responsible to look after you and take care of you until your mom comes back." Owen sobbed, "Mom...I don't want you to go. I wanna stay here." Carol went over to him and hugged him. "I know baby. But we can't stay here and I won't be able to have you with me for a while. Sam'll look after you really well and I'll be back to see you a lot. I promise. I know you're really upset, and I'm sorry, but this is something we have to do for now." He hugged her for a while and then Carol stood up and said, "OK. You guys need to get over to Sam's and get some sleep tonight. I'll see you tomorrow and we'll talk more. Now, off you go." I stood up and went out to the living room while the boys said goodnight to their mom. They grabbed their bags and we all went out to the car in silence. The guys threw their bags in the back, piled in and we headed back to what was now home for all of us. When we got upstairs, the big question became how was this going to work. I told them I was going to get another bed for "their" bedroom and they'd have to share. There was some grumbling, but I think they were too dazed to argue much. I had them dump their bags and we went out to the kitchen for some snacks. I suggested they hit the sack and both boys wandered off to their bedroom. In a few minutes, Owen came out and said, "David and I don't think we can both sleep in the same bed. Can I sleep in your bed with you?" I hugged him and replied, "Sure you can, baby." "Why don't you head in there and climb in to bed. I'll come in a couple of minutes and tuck you in, OK?" He nodded and said, "Yeah, I'd really like that." I kissed him goodnight. Then he headed to my bedroom. When I went in a few minutes later, Owen was lying on his back, still awake. I sat down on the side of my bed, pulled the covers up to his neck and tucked him in. I leaned down, gave him a kiss on his forehead and then his cute nose and stood up. "Can you stay with me," Owen pleaded. "Of course," I replied. I lay down beside him and he curled up on his side, against me, draping his arm over my chest and his head resting on my shoulder. I reached over and stroked his beautiful, long, red hair and occasionally gently kissed his head. "Sam, I'm scared," he whispered. "What if mom can't find a place? What if she doesn't come back? What're we gonna do?" He started sniffling as the fear took hold. I kissed his head again and tried to soothe his worries. "You know Owen; your mom is doing everything she can to find something for you guys. But if she can't right now and she has to go to Winnipeg, she's going to keep looking, and I'm gonna help her look here too. The one thing you never have to worry about is what's going to happen to you guys. You're here with me and I'm going to take the best care of you guys I possibly can. Now, close your eyes and try to get some sleep." He hugged me tight and I held him tight, as if I could guard him from all of the nasty emotions he'd had to go through in the last few days. Within a few minutes, he was breathing slowly and regularly and was fast asleep. I stayed there with him for a few more minutes and then slowly pulled myself out of his embrace and got off the bed. Walking into the living room, I was surprised to see David sitting in the chair. "What's up," I asked, "why aren't you in bed?" "Not tired," he replied. "Sam, why are you doing this? You don't need two kids screwing up your life. I mean, I know we've done a bunch of stuff and all, but you don't have to take us in because of that." I sat down on the arm of the chair and tried to explain why I'd made the decision. "Oh man, David," I responded. "It has nothing at all to do with that. I've come to really love having you guys around and there's no way I could just sit back and not do something about it. This is something that none of us were ready for, but I don't regret doing it. Not one bit. This is our home now, not just mine. All right?" He nodded and I gently ruffled his hair. "Now go to bed," I said. "Nah," he said. "I'm not tired, and even if I were, I probably couldn't fall asleep. Can we just sit and watch some TV together for a while?" I agreed but told him, "I'd better not get any argument in the morning when I get you up for school, or I'll put you over my knee and spank that adorable little ass of yours." He laughed and replied, "Yes daddy." I laughed as well and sat down on the couch. I patted the seat beside me and David came over and sat down next to me. I asked him what he wanted to watch and he asked, "Umm...any way we can...um...watch one of those...uh...videos?" I looked at him and asked if he was sure and he shyly nodded. "OK," I said, "anything in particular you'd like to see?" He looked a bit uncomfortable and hesitated as he answered, "Well...um...d'ya think we could...uh...watch something with...um...uh..." I interrupted him and asked, "Hang on. Let me help you. Do you want to watch something with young boys, teen boys, teens and young boys, young boys and men, teen boys and men, you tell me?" He gulped and said, "Teens?" I asked him again if he was sure and he said he was. So I went to the computer and keyed up a video of a 16 year old boy named Sacha and a 14 year old named Levi. I sat back down on the couch and pulled David close to me. I hit play and the video started. It opened with Levi sitting at a desk doing homework. Levi was a cutie with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He had that peaches and cream complexion that drives people nuts, a little snub nose and a heart shaped mouth with a full lower lip. He was about 5'7" and weighed around 110 lbs. I'd known Levi well, back when we were making these videos. He'd been abused by his father as a youngster and had developed a somewhat pugnacious attitude as a result. But he could be the sweetest kid if he sensed that the person he was dealing with wasn't a threat. Like me, he'd started making videos with Mike and Andre when he was 12 and he'd soon discovered that he really enjoyed being a bottom. And he had the ass for it. The two, almost round, globes of his bum were nearly pure white where his swim suit covered them and, at 14, still only had a slight covering of fine peach fuzz. His body had begun to develop, with his chest muscles becoming more visibly defined and a set of penny-sized rose-coloured nipples. You could see the distinction between his lats and his obliques in his abdomen, giving him the start of a nicely chiseled appearance. He was, in short, the perfect definition of a twink. As Levi sat at the desk, poring over the books scattered on it, Sacha wandered in and stood behind Levi. Sacha was another ideal twink. Blonde, wavy hair, ice-blue eyes, an aquiline nose over top of a full mouth with perfectly white teeth, clear, slightly tanned skin; this boy was a Greek god. He was just under 6' tall and weighed around 155 lbs. He was tall, lithe and beautifully built. He was also the kindest boy I'd known. As he stood behind Levi, Sacha reached out and started massaging Levi's shoulders. Levi sat up slowly and leaned his head back against Sacha's stomach as Sacha continued to rub his neck and shoulders. Then Levi slid his shirt off, revealing that superb chest and tummy and allowing Sacha to begin to rub farther down his body. As Sacha leaned down to rub over Levi's abdomen, the two boys began to kiss. Now, I've seen a ridiculous amount of kissing over time, but this kiss is one that has always turned me into jelly. These two weren't just acting for the camera; this was a kiss with true passion. Their tongues wrapped and danced around the other's and the look in their eyes and the movement of their lips and the gracefulness of their hands as they held each other all signalled more than just mere acting. These two were truly in love. As it happens, I know that, even then, they were desperately in love and they're still together, even all these years later. Anyway, as I said, jelly. I looked at David as he sat beside me and I reached out. Placing my hand behind his neck and gently, and without any resistance from him, I pulled him to me. I placed a light, tentative kiss on his lips. Then another and this time he responded, tentatively. And then another, this time less tentatively. And within seconds our lips were mashed together in absolute lust, tongues darting here and there, tasting each other's lips, tongues, teeth, my hand behind his neck, pulling him hard against me. David wrapped both arms behind my neck and held tight, as if, should he let go, he'd never be able to get hold of me again. I wrapped my arms around his back and squeezed, so that he knew I wasn't going to let him go. Our kiss must have lasted a long while, because when we broke it, both of us completely breathless from the intensity of our shared passion, the movie had shifted to the bed, where Sacha and Levi were already naked and sucking each other. David and I sat back and just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, David wide eyed, with a small, sort of stunned smile. And then I grabbed his hand and stood up and he followed. I shut off the video and, pulling him behind me, led David to his bedroom. Standing in his bedroom, David's strong, supple, teenage body was lit only by the moonlight coming through the window. I sat him down on the edge of the bed and then lay him down on his back. His shorts were tented by his raging erection, that is until I slowly and gently slid them down and off his sturdy legs, leaving him completely naked. I sat there and just drank in the sight of this, my, 15 year old Adonis lying on his bed, waiting and willing for me to do what we both wanted. I quickly stood up, shucked my clothes and then lay down on the bed beside him. I began by kissing his left ear and nibbling on the lobe, sending a twitch throughout his body. As I lapped and licked at his ear and then his neck, I slid my hand onto his chest and began toying first with one nipple and then the other. David twitched and squeaked at the combined stimulation of two of his erogenous zones at the same time. I slowly licked and kissed my way down his neck to his chest. I slowly, softly ran just the tip of my tongue along the hollow above his collarbone, to the middle of his chest, while, at the same time, gently running my fingers through his small, dark pubic bush, causing David to shiver. I traced the line between his pecs with my tongue, slowly, softly, feeling the goosebumps grow as I did. I took his now-erect nipples into my mouth, sucking and nipping gently at them, feeling and hearing David suck in air as I did. I licked up, into the soft skin and sparse hair in his armpit, lifting his arms above his head. And then along the soft skin of the underside of his arm all the way to the elbow, David twitching again as it tickled him, first one arm and then the other. I licked into the crook of his elbow, swirling my tongue and tasting the slight salty taste of David's sweat. He moaned. Dragging my tongue along the underside of his forearm, I reached the palm of his hand, where I licked along his life line several times. More moans and twitches from my young lover. I took his thumb in my mouth and sucked on it, just like I knew I'd be sucking on his raging boner in a short time, then took each finger in my mouth, one at a time, sucking gently on each, David breathing hard, as if he'd just run a race. But our marathon had just begun. I resumed kissing his chest and then moved down along the linea alba, the line down the middle of his abdomen, leading my searching tongue down, down, down, toward his navel, David squirming all the while. Reaching this sensitive spot, I poked the tip of my tongue into it and wriggled it around, tickling my boy again and he responded as I'd hoped. His tummy clenched, his hips flexed and he squirmed to get away from this assault on his senses. Once more, with the same result. I grinned, knowing what sensations I was creating, knowing what future sensations I was going to create for this 15 year old man-child. My tongue left its perch in his navel and drew softly, slowly, down along his inguinal line, leading me from his hip bone down into the dark triangular patch of his pubic hair. Carefully avoiding his throbbing boyhood, I slid my tongue down the inside of his thigh. David groaned loudly as I did and his hands reached for my head, but I pushed them away. I wasn't ready to give him the relief he so desperately wanted. Not, just, yet. I traced more gentle kisses, nips and licks down the sensitive inside of his thigh to his knee. Now came the fun part. I stopped kissing him there and, sitting up, grabbed both his hips. I forcefully rolled him onto his stomach, exposing his soft, tight, smooth, glorious cheeks to the pale moonlight and to my hungry gaze. I moved back up the bed and, laying down again and beginning at the base of his head, I moved his dark long hair out of the way and began licking his neck. I slowly and gently wormed my tongue down to the base of his neck and then, along his spine, down and down between his shoulder blades, just the tip, ever so softly, grazing his sensitive skin. Down more and onto his lower back, where I could taste his sweat, I dragged my tongue, this time with more pressure. Farther down, into the small of his low back, his soft skin ruffled with goosebumps. Farther down, to the crease at the top of his buttocks and then, spreading his tight cheeks, down along his crevice, down to his incredibly tight, soft, hole, David moaning and beginning to thrash around, twitching and thrusting and withdrawing. Farther down, spreading his legs, onto his perineum, that incredibly sensitive skin awash with his sweat, salty, slightly musty, but incredibly intoxicating. And then onto the back of his teenage scrotum, holding his firm, tender, cum-filled testicles, taking one and then the other into my mouth, sucking and rolling them around, laving and weighing them with my tongue. Then, regretfully, letting them fall out of my mouth, I began kissing and licking my way back down the inside of his thighs, taking turns, working my way down to his knees again. Then, slowly, painfully, excruciatingly, I slid just the tip of my tongue onto and across the back of his knee. The sensation was too much for David; he screamed, "OH FUCK!" and his whole body spasmed and tried to get away from my tongue as it tickled him like he'd never been tickled. The skin of his thigh and his bum grew a mass of goosebumps. I took pity on the poor child and stopped licking him. He settled back down onto the bed. But I wasn't finished with him. One more quick swipe across the back of his knees, another shriek and I began my ascent back up the inside of his thighs to his scrotum. A quick lick across the back and I sat up, rolled him over onto his back and dove down straight onto his engorged, hard as an iron bar, cock. David whimpered, "Aaaawwwwwffffuuucckkkk," as my lips closed over the head and slid all the way down to the root of his penis. Milking his cock with my throat and tongue, I reached between his legs and gently squeezed and rolled his incredibly sensitive testicles in my fingers. I slid my lips back up his cock and began a slow slide up and down his shaft, holding the base with my free hand as I continued playing with his firm balls and scratching his perineum every so often. "Hooohhh, ooohhhhhyyyeeeahhh, ooohhhhhyyyeeeahhh," David chanted as I made love to his cock. He reached down and ran his hand through my hair as I bobbed up and down on him. "Aaawwfffffuuuccckkk, yyyyeeeeaaahhh, oooohhhhyyyeeaaahhh," he sang out. I felt him getting close, so I slowed down, took my mouth off his cock and licked the head and shaft a few times. I didn't want him cumming. I had other plans for him tonight.