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The Symbols and Artifacts of Aquarius

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Book 4. Variety is the Spice of Life

By Ganymede

Original documents translated and interpreted by: Professor Andrew K. Paxton
Historical accuracy and fact checking by: Keith Reiner, Ph.D. Ancient History
Prose checking and inspiration by: Anonymous Maestro

Key historical sources:

Αδελφότητα (Lit. Brotherhood) presages the birth of a boy (Ανδρεας Greek) Andreas) on April 23, 2004. See Vol II, Lines 277 to 348.

Hadrian’s compilation, Fraternitatem, foretells a precocious, mercurial child who would spend his early years above a bakery, and his middle years above the clouds.

Documents in Drawer 36 of the Vatican's secret Library of St. Rasmus refer to no less than six oracles pertaining directly and indirectly to the fourth of the Aquarian Catamites.

Chapter 1 ‘Saffron’

“Le meur-bell ese ex-quis-ite, oui?”

Monica Truqué’s smug accent was as phony as her resume, yet Daniel B. Carter was so intimidated that he studied the floor.

“Bianco Cararra ese zee best,” she babbled on.

Her employer told her to say ‘Bianco Cararra’ even though the tiles were more grey than white. They came from Vermont, not Italy, purchased in bulk from Home Depot.

“Easy to keep clean, I expect,” Carter mumbled, of the mind that ‘marble was marble.’

Just a minute earlier, she’d told the him that the ‘ex-quis-ite’ wall paneling was genuine hand-rubbed Amazon rosewood. Not quite a lie; it was paper-thin veneer burnished by sweatshop illegals in the basement of a Brooklyn brownstone. And the enormous Hudson School painting, with its ‘ex-quis-ite’ patina of 200 years that she never failed to point out to her discriminating clientele? It was a five-year-old copy by Chinese artisans, who also made its elaborate gilt frame.

She’d reviewed all 43 points of her sales presentation to her sixth client of the day when the elevator stopped on the 31^st floor. A boy stepped out.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Andi,” Monica said in dreadful Gallic.

“Bonjour, Monica,” ‘Monsieur Andi’ flirted back.

His voice was reedy, not shrill, precise private school diction with an easy-on-the-ear, yet indisputable New York lilt that started life above a bakery in Hoboken, New Jersey.

With a contagious grin, Monica couldn’t help but smile back.

Daniel B. Carter immediately ceased staring at shiny marble. Trained to observe at Quantico, he saw a rare combination of juvenile charm and unforgettable looks. By any standard, Andi was ‘ex-quis-ite.’

Andi promptly reinforced this assessment when he pivoted with the grace of a preteen ballerina despite a bulging backpack. “Bye Ms. Galstone. See you tomorrow, Noah,” he called with a carefree wave.

Lisa Galstone, 52-year-old heiress, Radcliffe alum, and celebrated chick-lit author wasn’t charmed easily. She was an avowed lesbian with the waistline to prove it; however, Andi was so good-looking that she couldn’t help but admire him. His only plain feature was mousey-brown hair, perpetually unruly despite regular appointments with Jorge at Prieto’s Salon on West 20^th. She’d been there last week, gossiping with Jorge when he teasingly termed Andi’s hair style as ‘à la mode straight,’ which was decidedly droll because the boy quite clearly wasn’t.

“If variety is the spice of life, you’re saffron,” she added good-naturedly a moment before the elevator door started to close. Her enunciation was clipped as if to match her fingernails after Prieto’s $289 manicure.

Noah Benson had no idea what saffron was, and didn’t dare ask. Besides, with his gaze guiltily glued to Andi’s behind, he had more important things on his mind. His best friend walked with a practiced flounce, as if he knew that other males stared at his ass. It wasn’t plump like Noah’s. It wasn’t pinched either. ‘Compact’ worked, as did ‘pert;’ while a boy-connoisseur would likely have said ‘delectable.’ However, the word Noah chose was ‘hot.’ He couldn’t stop staring, feasting his eyes right up to the time the elevator doors blocked his view.

It was only with the greatest effort that he managed to mutter, “B-b-bye A-Andi.”

He knew he was making a spectacle of himself, yet he was unable to do anything about it. Nineteen months older than Andi, seven inches taller, and a great deal heavier, he was already sprouting stray hairs on his privates. Almost overnight, a testosterone surge had thrust him into the throes of puberty. Embarrassment ruled his life. Erratic squeaks made life unbearable, punctuating his voice at inopportune times, like the spur-of-the-moment erections that plagued him. If that wasn’t bad enough, they were brought on by thoughts that had taken a bewildering turn less than a week ago. For five shameful nights, he’d made himself sore with fantasies about his very handsome, young friend.

Noah tried as hard as any boy could. He even told himself he didn’t *like* boys, yet his resolve always faltered—he dreamed about Andi, day and night. At that very moment, Andi reminded him of the Thomson's gazelles at the Central Park Zoo: his nervous manner, his big bright eyes, his long lean legs, even his hair, which looked like it belonged on the windblown savannah.

Noah was so infatuated that he didn’t realize his penis poked out his khaki cargo pants like the key to the city. However, Lisa Galstone noticed his impressive bulge—it was impossible not to. She smirked, always ready to make fun of a well-endowed male, regardless of age. She waited until the elevator started to move.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” she said furtively, like a secret they shared.

Noah nodded, unable to stop himself at eleven and a half. Immediately, he turned red, almost as red as Andi’s socks. He didn’t say a word all the way to the 37^th floor, every thought dedicated to what he was going to do as soon as he was safe in his bedroom. Unfortunately, his self-abuse always ended much too quickly, most recently with a couple of sticky clear droplets spotting his belly.

Meanwhile…

“He’s such a sweet boy,” Monica whispered. “Andreas Fisher. Everyone calls him Andi. That’s with an ‘i’, not a ‘y’. It’s Hungarian or something.”

Aware of the intricacies, Carter muttered, “He seems nice at first glance.”

Despite all his preparation, his heart accelerated, while repressing a distinct feeling of being uber-unsophisticated. He’d seen the boy before. The last time he looked there were 138 photos of him in the public domain.

“He lives with his mother. She owns a consulting company,” Monica confided.

“Consulting in what?” Carter asked a little too quickly.

“Personal development for executives, something like that.”

She couldn’t help wishing that she had an ass like Andi’s—it was round, and not at all flabby.

“Your shoelace is undone, Andi,” she said, unable to stop admiring his amazingly small rear. If his jeans were a size smaller, his bubbly buttocks would’ve tested the seam in the rear.

Andi stopped and glanced down. ”Thanks Monica.”

His mellowed inflection mesmerized Daniel Carter as much as his urbane attire, Paris-couture blue jeans, a tawny two-tone sweater with ‘variety is the spice of life’ printed on the front like a marketing slogan, clunky black sneakers, and bright red socks.

“My fiancé teaches workshops in personnel development. She’s in L.A. at the moment.” Carter made a mental note to be extra careful.

Besides that tedious sweater, which he’d seen before, there was something about the boy that demanded attention. Whatever it was, it was not easily discernible; yet it made him truly unique. He stared as lithe Andi knelt three yards away. Right there in the lobby, Carter took note of size seven sneakers, satin black with gloss trim. Deft fingers on pale little hands knotted a recalcitrant lace while he silently relished the moment. Without warning, Andi glanced up. He was certain the hauntingly attractive boy smiled only at him.

“I’m sure they’ll get on wonderfully,” Monica declared.

However, Carter had other things on his mind. A rush of lust made his heart beat faster before guilt overwhelmed him. Somehow, he mumbled something about not wanting to be disturbed by noisy children.

“Not Andi! Everyone adores him,” Monica whispered.

“I’m sure,” Carter said, suddenly glad that he’d planned on a two-month contract.

“Did I mention the door handles are gold plated? Only the best in the Palace.”

‘The Palace’ was Trump Palace, 3^rd Avenue, Upper East Side.

“That was Lisa Galstone in the elevator,” Monica went on, sotto voce.

“Gall stone?”

She was not at all certain that a junior partner of the third largest law firm in Manhattan had enough money to rent, let alone buy 3107, even if he was wearing a crimson tie with a Veritas shield.

“The author…. Lovely Room… My Love is Blue… Parked in Moonlight…. She has a penthouse apartment. Andi visits her all the time.”

Carter smiled, not at her, at the sprightly boy still kneeling just a few steps away. Research paid dividends yet again. “I think you said there was a special, a month-to-month lease?”

“It’s 25 percent off the regular rate. There’s also the Try-It-Buy-It program. A month deposit plus three months up front, credited against the purchase price. It runs through October. The one-month renewable lease is only through June, and there’s only two apartments available.”

Carter gave a bewildered nod before he caught a sideways glance and a hint of a smile, somewhat coy, the kind of smile that said its owner was fully aware that he belonged in the ‘breathtaking’ category.

“My friend, Maxine, she’s on Wall Street. She said the best value is to take the 12-month lease as a business, and then sublet it to yourself. It’s because of the tax shelter,” Monica divulged.

Carter was still flummoxed as the blasé boy breezed on, shoelace tied. He couldn’t help thinking ‘cute ass.’ He was certain Andi clenched before averting his gaze.

He made himself inhale. “I’m sure. I don’t know much about taxes. I specialize in corporate takeovers. ”

Monica raised an eyebrow. “I could arrange for you to meet her if you want, but I know what she’ll say; take the special, and then switch over.”

“Perfect!” he announced, as if he’d just been convinced, instead of planning for two weeks.

“Beginning next month?” Monica asked.

“Today. I’ll move in this weekend.” He said it loudly, as if he wanted to be overheard.

Andi pretended disinterest, although he seriously considered saying ‘smart choice, Dude.’ There was something about the way the man smiled at him, even if it was for a second or two. He kept walking, so sure of himself that he looked right through the immense, fake-antique mirror. He could see the man’s eyes fixed on his reflection.

He smirked back, not fazed in the slightest. Their eyes met in the mirror and his heart jumped a notch. Instinct took over as he sauntered past an imitation-Ming-Dynasty vase filled with three different species of orchids. Unable to resist his natural inclination, he paused, pretending to examine perfection from a silk factory in Thailand. Half-hidden beside the Louis XIV-inspired table, he hiked his Euro-fashion-jeans higher, pulling them into his crack with a casual tug. There was just enough time for a quick glance over his shoulder to inspect his new neighbor.

The man made a conscious effort to study the gilt-edged Trump Palace brochure, something about concierge services, anything to avoid Monica prattling on about contracts and deposits and an option to purchase. On a whim, he looked up suddenly. It was only a fleeting glance, though he risked an exaggerated smile at the effeminate boy. This time Andi felt hot all over, especially his face.

“Chill dude,” he murmured to himself.

With his penis swelling rapidly, he quickly looked away and continued down the hall. He glanced back one more time, just to be sure. The man wasn’t looking. He felt cheated.

Beyond the range of the security camera, he glided the rest of the way to 3112. Only Monica saw him showing off his second most favorite possession, all-black Cyclone Heelys. Outside the door, he turned his pockets inside out before stabbing his finger on the buzzer four times—the rule was always ring first. He counted a NASA-style ten in his head while scrutinizing the man in the lobby, more certain than ever. He was as hard as cast iron before he pushed the button again.

Behind him, Carter slowly calmed down. He licked his lips, on the verge of asking whether Andi played sports. He looked like he did, though there were only two photos of him in shiny skates. However, Monica droned on about access codes to the gyms. When she started towards the elevator, Carter followed two paces behind.

He had his usual omniscient smile, the one he was famous for. “That was too close.”

Chapter 2 ‘An angel with wheels in his heels’

“Too close for comfort, Dude,” Andreas Fisher murmured, facing the wall to grope his groin out of sight.

He pushed the button three times before the door opened. His mother promptly closed it behind him, shutting out the cleverly counterfeit world of New York’s nouveau riche. She was Vogue-elegant, a tanzanite necklace sparkling on a pale blue iridescent-silk blouse custom-designed by Alfredo Cortini in Vicenza. Her breasts lurked beneath, yet Andreas didn’t look twice. She wore Victoria’s Secret cream lace panties that were so transparent he could see her cleft, a mysterious thin shadow between her long tanning-salon legs, which were still bare as if she’d dressed working down from her impeccably made-up face.

“How was school, Sweetie?” It was pointless to nag about forgetting his key.

He dropped his Tumi backpack on the hall table and kicked off his Heelys, abandoning them on the thick Persian paradise-garden rug.

“The usual. Monica just rented 3105 to some black guy.”

“That’s nice.” She gave him a quick hug from behind. “You’re hot, Honey.”

“I’m always hot.”

Ignoring her snicker, he embraced her again, turning so they were front to front. With a hand on each narrow hip, she drew him into her nearly bare warmth. She kissed the top of his head and let him go.

“Is he cute?” she asked.

“Like an eight-point-five, I guess.”

“Nice body?”

Andi fiddled with his sleeve before he glanced down. “Okay.”

“Okay gave you a stiffie?”

He shrugged as coolly as any boy could with a conspicuous bulge in his pants. “He looked at me, Mom.”

“Of course, you didn’t look at him,” she chided with a knowing smile.

Andi grimaced, two shades from cherry. “He looked at me first!”

“Of course.”

“Wanna bet he’s not gay?”

She hugged him again, this time with her hands on his shoulders, hauling up his sweater so she could rub his back without it getting in the way.

“I trust your judgment,” she said with a knowing smirk. “Actually, I met him already. Monica introduced us in the coffee shop. He’s a lawyer, a junior partner in Levinstein, Feldstein, and Friedman.”

“You think they might be Yids?”

She laughed and dragged his sweater over his unruly head, draping it over an armchair, all the while holding him close.

“You smell really nice, Mom.”

Tits muffled his melodious voice and her scent made him light-headed. Annick Goutal’s Songes Moon was like an exotic garden at nightfall.

“So do you, for a sweaty little boy.”

She stroked his baby-soft cheek and he turned on impulse and stretched up on tiptoes, her chin mussing up his hair even more. He had Cupid’s bow lips, big and red just like hers. He had her eyes too, somber brown and curiously large, serious and seductive at the very same time. His delicate features and pale complexion suggested porcelain fragility, even timidity. However, he was very self-assured. No wonder heads turned when they entered Prieto’s; it was the same everywhere. He was surprisingly poised for an almost-ten-year-old boy.

“My boy is so beautiful…” she said, barely a whisper.

His eyes closed, his luscious lips puckering up. He tensed for a moment as her lips brushed the bridge of his nose before settling over his mouth. She pressed lightly behind his neck, her other hand patting his firm little buttocks, keeping him on his toes while their lips moved together, not at all like a normal mother and son. For a few awkward seconds, he could feel her mound, full and firm, pressed into his bellybutton before she eased him away.

“French, Sweetie,” she said without passion.

Andi licked his lips and took a deep breath. Her tongue pushed between his lips and danced on his teeth. A dozen heartbeats raced by until he kissed back the way she’d taught him, deftly working his smaller tongue against hers. He felt her sucking, pulling his tongue into her mouth, smooching him like a teenager in heat. It was weird. However, he liked being hugged, which made up for it.

“You take the lead,” she instructed him softly.

He kissed the way she wanted him to, drawing her tongue back into his mouth and sucking on it with his lips wrapped around it, his own tongue rubbing all over. As her tongue receded, his tongue followed, swirling over her lips and teeth. Her hands held his hips, four fingers on either side dipping under his T-shirt, squirming beneath the loose waist of his jeans. They stroked bare skin, matching her thumbs caressing his taut little belly. Her hands inched back, fingertips spreading out onto his firm rounded bottom. With his tongue fully extended, she sucked hard. It was definitely weird.

“Better. Take your time. You don’t want to seem in a rush.”

“I need to breathe, Mom.”

“You need to practice.” She licked at his nose before he had a chance to escape.

Even as he tried to wipe off her spit, she pulled him in closer, basking in his tender warmth. She could feel the rise and fall of his narrow chest with each breath, the lean muscles of his front stretched under his T-shirt, the soft bump of his groin pressed against her bare thigh—there was no sign of the erection he’d come home with.

“Gay or straight, the important thing is to use your tongue properly,” she coached as she gently rubbed his buttocks. “Let yourself go, Sweetie.”

“I did.”

“Not enough.”

He closed his eyes again, offering perfectly shaped lips as her mouth settled over his. They kissed leisurely, postponing French until the urge built up inside them. His lips were tingling when he pushed out his tongue, trying not to giggle as he went for her nose. She grasped his bottom, digging fingers into his crevice until he stopped being silly, until his tongue danced with her tongue. Only then, she took the lead, drawing his head higher as he sucked, rubbing his rump to keep him on tiptoes. He was definitely getting better at keeping her tongue in his mouth. Saliva merged, tongues dueled, kissing, sucking, and licking lips until he had to stop.

“Too much spit,” he complained, trying not to swallow when the parted.

She held a finger under his chin until he gulped. “Spit is passion, Boychik,” she breathed in his ear.

She could tell his heart wasn’t in it, yet she tried again, licking his lips before inserting her tongue. He inhaled enough that even with a belt, his jeans dropped two inches down his hips. He kissed back, determined to prove he could do it, shamelessly pushing his tongue forward and sucking on his mother’s tongue and lips. Shortly, her nipples were like pebbles, his penis fully boned.

She bumped the bulge in his jeans with the back of her hand. “Your whole body responds through this little guy.”

He grinned back.

“Did you pretend I was a man?”

He nodded coyly, his eyes diverted to the Louis XV clock on the sideboard, a cut-crystal vase of long-stemmed red roses beside it.

“Whoever you pretended you were with, you kissed much better that time, Sweetie.”

He looked up, slightly embarrassed. “I tried to let it come from inside me, like you said.”

“I could tell.” She gave his groin a playful pat. “It’s so easy to get you excited.”

“It always gets stiff when I think about men, Mom.”

Her hand clasped his bulge, circling fingers investigating Andi-Junior. There was no mistaking the fat little tube concealed under his jeans.

”My beautiful gay boy is so sexy, especially when he kisses properly.”

At first he hadn’t liked her calling him ‘her beautiful gay boy.’ Now, queer consumed him, getting stronger each day. His face burned, every bit as hot as his tingling lips. He tilted back his bead, closed his eyes and offered his mouth again, daydreaming again as her tongue swiped his lips.

She guided him back onto the tips of his toes, holding his stiff boyhood between her first finger and thumb, rubbing up and down slowly. Never more aware of his erect penis, he kissed hard enough that their teeth clicked, extending his tongue boldly, aggressively meeting her tongue. She masturbated him gently, mostly squeezing the shaft and massaging the little balls underneath. He was so into it, he barely noticed her unfastening the button on his jeans. She brushed her other hand through his hair, making mussed-up into a mess.

“You’re kissing someone special, aren’t you?” she purred.

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Do I know him?” She pinched the tip of his penis, his knob like a squishy tiny ball.

“Just some guy I saw on the subway.”

“With a real man, you’d feel his cock against your tummy,” she teased, dropping to a whisper.

“Assuming he likes boys,” he whispered back.

“Trust me, he’ll *like* you, Sweetie. He’ll be so handsome and strong, and his cock will be really big. He’ll want to put it in your cute little butt so bad.”

Still pinching his glans, she grasped his buttocks with her other hand, fingers relentlessly kneading front and rear.

“Let yourself go, Andi. Imagine his cock sliding along your crack. Poking into your hole. It’s normal for a gay boy to want a man’s penis inside him. You want that, don’t you?”

“You’re not helping, Mom.”

She giggled and gave a final firm fondle on his glans as she sucked on his tongue. Andi snatched a quick breath, no longer concentrating now that his penis was rigid. It was like a short steel bolt behind his zipper. No wonder he was undulating his firm little body against hers.

“It’s fun to fantasize, isn’t it?” she murmured in his ear.

Her barely covered crotch seared his front, her moistness seeping into his ‘life is good’ t-shirt. He could feel it sticking to his belly, getting icky, yet he couldn’t stop trembling.

Andi looked up shyly. “Will it be like this when I’m with a man, Mom?”

“You like the idea of him putting his cock in your ass, huh?”

“What’s not to like?”

“I shouldn’t tease you, I know. Poor thing; you’re all shaky and hot, aren’t you?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“It’s because you’re excited, Honey. Pretending sex stuff is good for you, as long as you don’t let on at the time,” she teased.

He always pretended when they hugged. Sometimes, they talked about it afterwards.

With his eyes closed to slits, he imagined what it would be like to have a man’s hot thick bulge squashing into his belly, excreting its pre-seminal fluid all over him His heart beat ratcheted up a notch. She felt a tremor pass through him. He pressed closer, his little nose against to hers, her chin rubbing his, her smooth cheek not nearly as soft as his own. Wetting his lips, he latched onto her mouth again, exhaling as she drew his tongue forward. He leaned into her, one of her arms around his shoulders. Her other hand mashed his buttocks as if she knew he needed a man’s hand there, not just holding him close, getting him ready for sex. His penis stayed rigid until they parted.

“Was that okay?” His heart beat was twice its normal rate.

“Breathe deeper, and more through your nose. That’s better. Next time, use your hands.”

“I hugged you.”

“Don’t just stand there and let it happen, Sweetie.” She glanced downward to check if he was still erect. “Your weenie stayed hard this time.”

“It always gets stiff when I think about men, Mom.”

“Being excited down there is great, but you need to be more active so he knows what you want him to so.”

“Like what should I do?”

“For one thing you could hold his hand down there, and rub up against it.”

With a sigh, Andi held her hand over his crotch and pushed his lips forward. Instead, she dabbed spit and lipstick from his lips. “Not now. I’ve got a client coming early; your buddy, Mr. Friedman.”

She kissed his forehead, tousling his hair before she gave his butt a playful slap to send him on his way to the kitchen. “Maybe you should practice with him.”

Andi didn’t hear her, already in the dining room. “You’ll give him a heart attack when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra, Mom.”

She smiled after him, amused by his swagger, instinctive body-awareness that belonged in the Village. “He won’t. Not with me anyway. He’s not into boobs.”

A p-b-and-j sandwich and a glass of chilled two-percent milk waited for him on the counter. He slurped, burped, and snickered, “He’s into flat-chested women, huh?”

“Getting warmer.”

“He’s into girls?” he scoffed, one hand down his front rearranging sweaty boy parts.

“You’re close to hot.”

“Um… little girls?”

“You’re nearly there. Think weenie.”

She’d told him about pedophiles three years ago. It was two hours after she’d discovered a rain-coated, Madison Avenue executive with her bewildered but spellbound son in the kid’s section of the Lexington Avenue Barnes and Noble’s bookstore. What should have been a distressing situation for a seven-year-old boy was life-changing for him. After that, Andi always got hard around men.

“Teasing is bad for my self-esteem, Mom!” he called back.

“He’s into boys, Sweetie.” She smiled at her next thought.

He chugged and burped again, completely at ease with his sexuality. “He’s good at hiding it.”

“Not if you know what to look for.”

“I seriously doubt it, Mom. He mostly ignores me.” Another gulp and he finished the milk.

“Only so I don’t notice. I thought you realized; there are so many signs.”

“Like what?”

“How about he wanted to know if you’d be here today when he picks me up,” she said, still amused.

Jacob’s frequent comments about Andi’s good looks were even more obvious clues, yet easily discounted as teasing.

Andi emerged from the kitchen, half-eaten sandwich in one hand, his other hand transferring his milk moustache to his jeans.

“So he can make out with you, and he doesn’t want me around, Mom.”

She winked back. Jacob tried not to stare, yet there were countless stolen glances, so many that an observant mother would realize her son was at risk.

“So why is he’s always giving you presents>” she said, her meaning clear.

A month earlier, he’d given Andi an iPhone, the latest model. For no reason at all! He treasured it almost as much as his black Heelys. Not that it bothered her; she was of the opinion that ‘risk’ was in the same category as ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained.’

“Because he likes me; what’s the big deal?”

“He*likes* you a whole lot, I’d say.”

“He’s married.”

“Don’t worry about that. I bet a lot of boy lovers are married. It’s expected if a man want to succeed.”

“He sleeps with you, Mom.”

She stroked his nose. “Jacob likes my company and I’m good for business, that’s all. I can tell when a man’s not interested in me sexually. You, on the other hand, he’s very interested in.”

“How about I go to dinner with him and you do my homework?” he said with a pretend-evil grin.

“What about afterwards?” his mother teased. ‘Afterwards’ could mean almost anything, though not when it came with a smirk.

Andi erupted in giggles. “He’s too hairy.”

She giggled with him. “I thought you liked hairy men?”

“He’s a gorilla, Mom.”

“In that case, you’d better be careful when he’s here, unless you want him to carry you off to the jungle.”

“Enough with the Jungle Boy jokes, Mom.”

“He could tie you up with wines and do nasty things to your body.”

“Like cover me with gorilla spit?”

“Certain parts of you, anyway.”

Andi laughed, knowing exactly which parts she meant. He followed her into her bedroom to watch her get dressed, licking peanut butter and jelly from his sandwich and feeling a little giddy.

“Maybe I should hide in my closet till he’s gone?”

She laughed. “You have to come out of it eventually, Honey. A hot young boy could have fun with him.”

“Gross, Mom! He’s as old as Grandpa.”

“What did you do with Andi?”

Andi lounged on her bed, sliding his sock-covered feet on the pink satin cover. “Huh?”

She smiled, watching him in the mirror, knowing it was only a matter of time before his natural inclination was put to the test. “I thought my boy liked mature men.”

“Mature, Mom. Mr. Friedman is geriatric.”

“He’s not that old.” She smirked at him. “So how old do you like them?”

He shrugged, sullenly shy.

“I promise I won’t tease you, Sweetie.”

Andi looked at his socks and wriggled his toes.

“How about Monica ’s customer?”

He glanced up. “He’s okay.”

“He’s in his thirties, Sweetums.”

He frowned, pursing his lips. He wanted to ask how old Jacob was.

“Personally, I prefer men in their forties and fifties,” she went on.

“Why?” His penis was almost bursting out of his French fashion jeans.

“Because they’re really sexy, and they’ve got plenty of money. Not that there’s anything wrong with a man in his thirties. It’s a pity he’s black,” she added.

“He’s not black black. I’m like you, Mom. I kinda like my men with a Florida tan.”

She met him with a wink and a smile. “Sounds like I need to keep an eye on you.”

Andi giggled. “He’s safe, for a while anyway.”

“Until he moves in, you mean.”

“Did I tell you he’s wearing a tie like Alvin’s.”

“So now you like Harvard men?”

“If they’re rich, sure. What did Mr. Friedman say about me?”

“Other than you’re way more fun than his grandson?”

“He must be really boring.” He licked peanut butter and jelly again, smacking his lips in the process. “Don’t buy crunchy next time, Mom. Smooth is way better.”

“Smooth is always better.” She pulled on sheer black stockings, long fingers stroking her freshly shaved legs before she looked up again. “That’s why men are attracted to you.”

“Because I’m smooth?” He examined his forearms, frowning at a dusting of down almost too faint to see.

“It isn’t because of your socks, though they certainly help with the sex appeal.”

“You really think Mr. Friedman’s into boys?” Andi asked, still wary yet secretly confident that she wasn’t mistaken.

“I’d bet on it. He might sleep with me, but he’d give anything to try out your ass.”

It would’ve been disgusting to any of his friends; however, his ears pricked up. As soon as she’d realized what interested him, she began teaching him the basics of gay sex, from the mechanics of male bodies to the need for hygiene. She didn’t stop there. Realizing that theory went only so far for a curious boy, she pointed him in the right direction. When he tired of looking at men’s fashion magazines, she gave him unrestricted internet for his new Apple laptop. In a year, he’d gorged on hundreds of pictures of men having sex.

“How can you tell?”

She smiled and arranged her blouse. “From the way he looks at you, Honey. He’d gobble you up if he had a chance.”

It was impossible not to notice Jacob’s hungry glances whenever her son was in the room, just as it was impossible to ignore the little ridge that again adorned Andi’s jeans. Erections were rare before the onset of puberty, yet he had several a day, like a switch snapping on at every queer hint.

“He’s a cannibal, huh?” Andi smirked before licking off the last of the peanut butter.

“He only eats boys, but they’ve got to be cuties.” She winked to make sure he got the message before she returned her attention to the mirror.

“You really think he likes me?” Andi asked. Instinctively, he rubbed at his crotch.

She followed his every move in the mirror. “A beautiful young boy with a body from heaven; what’s not to like?”

For his age, Andi was very aware of his looks. He groaned appropriately.

“I know what *you* need,” she said in a sing-song voice.

He blurted out, “What?”

She made him wait.

“What do I need, Mom?”

“A man’s cock in your tight little hiney. If you’re lucky, he’ll get it all the way up the first go,” she snickered.

“Mom!”

“You won’t be nearly as uptight after you’ve had a cock jammed in your ass.”

“Mom!”

“I’m teasing, Sweetie. It would quieten you down, though.”

“Gross!”

“Being gay is nothing to be ashamed about.”

“I’m *not* ashamed.” However, he couldn’t help blushing, his right hand shamelessly clasping his very stiff penis.

“Jacob would love to take get you in bed.”

“Like that’s going to happen any time soon. You don’t even know for sure that he likes boys, Mom.”

“Oh, he does. He gives you the look all the time. It’s obvious he adores you.”

He met her eyes, his hand cupping everything male. Just four weeks short of ten years and he was sexually primed, a ticking time bomb of desire. Alone in his bedroom, he’d be masturbating frantically.

“The look makes it more likely, that’s all. It’s not guaranteed, that’s what you said, Mom.”

“You ought to know by now,” she added pointedly.

Jacob wasn’t the first man to give Andi the ‘look.’ Her son was the sort of boy who some men looked at, and not just because of his obvious beauty; Andi looked back. The first time he openly flirted was at Coney Island. Two middle-aged men had followed them everywhere, feasting their eyes on the eight-year-old Adonis. It was obvious they were talking about him when they whispered together just a few yards away. It was enough to make Andi painfully erect. On the B & B carousel, his mother leaned from her horse and suggested he stop staring at them if he didn’t want their attention. He’d never been so humiliated.

“He does sort of stare me sometimes,” Andi muttered.

“Because he thinks you’re incredibly sexy, Honey.”

“Mom!”

“Well you are! You’re a gorgeous boy. It’s natural for men to be attracted to you. I don’t want you to ever be ashamed about it.”

“I’m not!”

Every time they went out, his mother pointed out men staring at him—some were quite brazen about it. It happened in restaurants, waiting for a taxi, riding the subway, shopping on Fifth Avenue. Sometimes, it was embarrassing, especially when the men were close enough to touch. He felt funny inside—it was as if they knew what he was thinking; and it happened a couple of times a day.

“You ought to enjoy being the center of attention by now.”

The two men who followed them through Coney Island were never out of sight, even getting into the same car on one of the rides. At the museum, they followed him into the toilet. The tallest man stood right next to him at the urinal, peeking over the marble partition and smiling down at him. His heart hammered when he looked up into lust-filled eyes. Blood surged into his already excited penis as the man stepped back. A quick sideways glance made Andi tremble. His second glance at the adult erection left his steely little boyhood throbbing like never before. He didn’t dare look sideways again. He knew the man was watching as he pointed his miniature phallus at the urinal. A full minute passed as he strained to pee, finally managing a pale yellow dribble that kept stopping. The other man waited by the washbasins, telling ‘dumb blonde’ jokes until Andi couldn’t help giggling. When he finished, he boldly turned around.

Both men stared at him, not saying a word. His penis was fully aroused and poking out of the gap in his Sponge Bob boxers.

“A lot of men would like to get your pants off,” she said offhandedly, which was next to impossible when talking about men chasing after little boys.

“Like who, besides Mr. Friedman?”

The possibility thrilled him. He felt the same thrill in the toilet, the two men disbelieving as he wagged his stiff boyhood at them, just for a second or two before he dragged up his zipper and ran back to his mother. On the way home, he told her. She gave him the stranger-danger lecture after she teased him. The men deserved what they got; however, he had to be more careful in future.

“Hmmmm, Alvin Devries is the most obvious one.”

“That’s why he always plays with my hair, huh?”

She smiled at that. “He’d be happier playing with your weenie.”

Andi couldn’t help giggling. “I told you he’s weird.”

Alvin Devries was her investment adviser. He was always talking about his big deals on Wall Street.

“Rich makes up for it, Sweetie.”

“He’s like totally boring, Mom.”

“Only on the surface, Honey. He’s got a man-friend, but he’s not open about it like Reed. The important thing is he can’t keep his hands off you. Now, why do you think that is?”

Andi thought about it. “He likes boys.” He grinned at her. “That’s why he mauls me every time he’s here, huh?”

“He fawns over you. I’m sure he thinks I don’t notice.”

Andi smiled. He’d noticed; however, Alvin was so weird it could’ve meant anything, or nothing.

“He’s not interested in me. He never gets hard unless you’re around.”

“Too much information, Mom.” Andi chewed the last of his sandwich. “Fritzy’s fun,” he allowed.

Alvin had a crotch-sniffing, sleek grey Weimaraner. Andi dog-sat Fritzy whenever Alvin spent a Saturday afternoon with his mother discussing her investments, hour after hour playing catch and tug-of-war with a Frisbee.

“I’m sure he *likes* you too,” she teased. Andi didn’t get it.

“Who else?”

She nearly said Simon Larson; however, that was way too bizarre. She settled on, “Gary.”

Gary was Gary Gardener, a VP at Exxon, something to do with oil exploration.

He smiled. “Gary’s cool.”

Compared to Alvin even Jacob was cool, which meant that Gary was in a class by himself.

“He thinks you’re amazing.”

“I am.”

She laughed. “’An angel with wheels in his heels,’ that’s what he called you the last time he saw you. The time before he said you were hot.”

‘Hot’ scored. Andi still frowned. “He’s all over you but?”

“He’s bi, Sweetie.”

He didn’t like hearing that at all. Of course, it made sense—he’d often watched them together on the couch, bare to the waist if not more, kissing and hugging under the same fuzzy wool blanket that he used when he watched TV. Sometimes she moaned so loudly he was sure that Gary’s penis was in her vagina.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I thought you knew. Gary likes little weenies, especially if they stick out in front.”

“Mom!” He tried to hide his erection; sticking out more than up made it blatantly obvious.

She went on regardless. “It’s why he’s gives you expensive presents; it isn’t to impress me.”

She’d serviced Gary only two times before he gave Andi a Tumi backpack for Christmas. They’d priced it at Saks-Fifth two days later, both amazed that a nylon backpack could cost $395.

“He does look at me a lot,” Andi mused.

“Why do you think I keep a close eye on you when he’s here?” she sniggered, yet feeling proud.

Andi giggled and wriggled his toes, tempting morsels to any man who loved boys. He liked Gary, although he was fifty-plus. He was an ex-marine, a Bronze-Star chopper pilot during the first Gulf war; a colonel in charge of Sector Bravo oilfield operations during the second. He was a man’s man with a husky voice, close-cropped hair, and arms bulging with muscles. Every time Gary looked at him, something ‘clicked’ and they smiled at each other. It seemed like Gary should be his uncle, or something.

“You’re worried he might have sex with me.” It wasn’t shame that made him nervous.

“Right first go.” She decided the time wasn’t right to tell him that Gary ‘kept’ a boy in the local village during his first tour of duty.

Suddenly, Andi had gooseflesh all over. If that wasn’t enough, he felt funny quivers in his belly like butterflies. He picked at the front of his jeans. His penis was a little steel tube, as hard as a boy could be and not break off.

“Leave it alone or take it out before you bust your zipper,” his mother quipped.

He wasn’t embarrassed, not when he’d grown up hearing that a boy’s penis was supposed to become stiff when he thought about sex. He grinned and patted the bulge, cupping his hand over the front of his jeans like a rock star.

“It isn’t that big, Mom.”

“I guarantee most boy lovers prefer small cocks.”

He flattened the cloth around his erection, its size and shape obvious. He might as well have been naked. “This small?”

She laughed. “Stop worrying, Sweetie. It’s perfect for you.” She said it often, but he needed to hear it. “At your age, all you need is enough to play with,” she teased, jerking her hand the same way he did.

“I don’t do it that fast, Mom.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You do it so fast your hand’s a blur, Honey.”

He cackled. “Maybe I’ll jack off when Jacob’s here.”

“I don’t care if you do it stark naked in the living room, but you’ll be the one giving him a heart attack.”

“What about Gary?”

“He’s always liked you. The first time he stayed overnight, he said you’re the cutest boy he’s ever seen.”

Andi grinned.

“Unfortunately, there’s a problem with Gary.” She paused, watching his little fingers squeezing the tip of his dick through a layer of denim.

“I’m wasting my time because he likes pussy?”

“He likes butt even more, especially when it belongs to a cute little boy.”

Andi blushed on cue, his face a few shades lighter than his socks.

“If you must know, Sweetie; he’s way too big for your ass.”

He’d just turned nine when she told him in delicious detail how men made love to boys, everything a gay boy needed to know, from positions for intercourse to preparing himself for penetration. That night in bed, he tried some of what she said, testing his anus with spit and a forefinger. It felt strange and not very nice, though she’d warned him that his body would be too tight for it to feel good. However, before he stopped, he’d managed to insert his skinny digit all the way up to the knuckle. He tried again the following morning in the shower, after chewing his fingernail down to the cuticle. By the weekend, he’d learned what to do to enjoy it. After that, it didn’t take more than a couple of days before his rectum demanded a regular workout.

Andi grinned back at her. “Big enough that I’ll never poop right?”

The previous Sunday she told him a delightfully wicked Hungarian joke about a boy, a soldier, and a bottle of wine.

“He’s not that big. It’s more like a coke bottle.”

He smirked at that. “If he did me, I wouldn’t mind if it hurt a bit.”

“More than a bit if he ruptures your rectum.”

“You said a man has to be rough with me for that to happen.”

“A boy your size still needs to be careful. Anyway, Gary’s not like that.”

“He’ll be gentle with me, huh?”

“You won’t need the emergency room after he’s had you, but you’ll definitely poop easier.”

Andi giggled, no longer ashamed, not since she’d taken to kidding him about having sex with a man.

“You really think he’d do me. I mean if he knew it was okay with you?”

She couldn’t help smiling.

“Mom!”

“If I asked him to take you to bed, he wouldn’t say no.” She expected him to smile, and he did. “He’s good at it, maybe the best I know, only not for when you start having sex. You’ll be better off with Jacob.”

“Because he’s smaller?”

“You’ll still be sore after he does you in the ass. The good news is you’ll be able to walk afterwards, even if he gets it in all the way.”

Sexually precocious Andi shrugged with practiced indifference. “What if I’ve been practicing?”

“Your fingers are too small.” She winked.

“Maybe I do it with one of your dildos, Mom.”

“Keep your grubby little paws off my toys, young man!”

He smirked back at her.

“Don’t tell me I’ve been eating carrots that have been in your ass?“

He gave her a measured look until she laughed. “No point. You always buy baby ones, Mom.”

“I’ll make a point of not buying bigger ones.”

“Awww, please? I promise I’ll wash them afterwards.”

She shook her head like mothers do, doing her best not to laugh. “So, what have you been putting up there, young man?”

“Nothing, Mom!”

“Andi, I can tell when you’re lying.”

After discovering the pleasure from one finger, it wasn’t more than a few days before he tried two fingers. He had to force them through the opening, and they didn’t go in very far, just enough to continue the process of stretching his ass. Soon, it felt so nice that he did it every morning, sandwiched between soaping up and shampooing his hair.

“Sweetie, it’s your body, not mine. If you want to put things inside it, that’s your decision. I just don’t want you to injure yourself.”

“Mom… My hairbrush, okay,” he admitted, trying hard not to blush.

She laughed strangely. “I wouldn’t have thought bristles would feel very nice.”

“The other end, Mom,” he said before he realized she was teasing him again.

He was home with the flu when he first used his hairbrush for something other than brushing his hair. It just happened, something to pass the time while he lay in his bed. He spent an hour watching Nickelodeon and rubbing the hairbrush in his crack, pretending it was a man’s penis.

“Did it feel *good*?”

“You always say bigger is better,” he rejoined, smirking back.

After that much rubbing back and forth, it breached his anus with almost no effort. It slipped into the cone-shaped depression, completely filling it. A slight change of angle and it went in a half inch. He held it there, breathing deeply. Taking a firm grip, he pushed in some more. He felt himself stretching, giving way down there. Being penetrated by hard plastic felt good, certainly better than his finger. He pulled it out, quickly drooled spit on the end and reinserted. This time, it went in so easily that he panicked. He couldn’t stop trembling; yet he kept the pressure on, knowing he had to finish what he’d started. He got the handle half way in before he realized.

Every few seconds, powerful spasms gripped him. They came from deep inside and hurt like hell. However, he didn’t stop until his rectum clutched four inches of plastic handle. It was the same size as a pubescent boy’s penis; just thick enough that his lean body shuddered erratically. For a while, he’d worried he’d injured himself, yet he couldn’t take it out.

Unexpectedly, she laughed. “I bet it feels as nice as having a dildo in your ass.”

Andi tried not to giggle. He remembered how quickly the pain disappeared until it was simply an ache, an acute awareness of that part of his body. Less than a minute after he first inserted it, he cautiously moved it in and out. The ache changed to an awesome throbbing inside. He started fucking himself; slowly sliding it in and out until it felt so good it took a concerted effort not to groan. He hated it whenever his body tried to push it out.

The next morning when he got in the shower, he inserted the handle so fast that it burned. After a few seconds, he shuddered. It was unexpected and powerful. It scared him, yet somehow he found the strength to keep on. Within seconds, it made him tremble. He had gooseflesh all over his steamy body.

“I hope you play with your weenie as well,” she said, slyly planting the seed if it wasn’t already sprouting.

He nodded shyly, wondering how she knew about his momentous discovery; he could move it in and out and from side to side and masturbate at the same time. He thought he might actually die. Unlike his usual steady strokes, he did it furiously. No mere tantalizing the tip of his penis with his fingertips, now he jerked his fist, rubbing his little cock raw. The pressure was enormous. Afterwards, he was so tired that he sagged against the tiled wall of the shower until she called for him to get out.

“Playing with your butt is just part of finding out what feels good, Honey. Just don’t hurt yourself doing it.”

He wanted to tell her everything, how having the hairbrush jammed in his ass made him sweat, how he trembled and his toes curled up. Instead, he smiled. The strange thing was that the longer he did it, the more he needed to do it. However, he could only do it for a few seconds at a time. He was certain he would explode if he continued, yet he needed the feeling building up inside.

“It’s normal to want to try out things, Andi.”

“I only do it because you said my hole has to be bigger before I have sex with a man.”

“A lot bigger, Honey.”

“You think it’ll help?”

“You’ll need more than a hairbrush to loosen your tight little ass,” she teased. “If you want, I’ll look for a boy-sized toy for you,” she added, noticing his frown.

He thought for a moment. “Mom, if I wanted to do it with Gary…”

She cut him off at the pass. “Maybe when you’re a teenager. Assuming you can get Gary in your hiney-hole, you’ll be lucky if you can stand up afterwards.”

“Is he really huge?” It made him shiver. Some of the cocks he’d seen on gay websites were massive veiny things longer than his forearm.

“I’ve seen horses with smaller ones,” she snickered.

Andi grinned, brushing back unruly hair. “If he’s pony-sized he might fit.”

She smiled at him. “You’ve got a way to go. I’ll look for a hairbrush with a bigger handle, if you want, about like a billy goat?” she teased.

“An extra big goat would be great,” he giggled back.

Already, he needed width more than length. Two weeks earlier, when he was home by himself, he got the urge. He stripped off and lay on his bed, a hand towel underneath his butt in case something came out. Once he’d inserted the spit-slicked hairbrush handle, he waited for his body to get used to it, barely breathing , so excited by the two nude men on his laptop that he was afraid he’d climax too soon. Mostly, he wriggled his hips from side to side. Soon, it felt so good that he lay on his side and gnawed on his fist while he trembled. All of a sudden, his ass was looser, big enough that he missed the stretched feeling.

“It won’t be long until you’re sitting on a broomstick.” She always teased him. Laughter took the edge off serious matters.

“Be serious, Mom.

Yet he knew it wasn’t completely in jest. It was as if she knew that he pushed the hairbrush all the way in, that he jerked it so hard that he quivered like jelly. The last time he did it for half an hour before his arm was too tired. It was the best ever, although his anus itched something awful afterwards.

“Your boyfriend better not keep you out late tonight. If he does, I’ll worry you’re doing something you shouldn’t,” she teased.

“Reed is *not* my boyfriend, ”he said, scowling at her.

He’d brought it on himself, after telling her he fancied the man who lived across the hall.

“Skating and Mickey D’s afterwards sounds like a date to me.”

“So much for my diet,” Andi grumbled.

He was certain that Reed Tapys, a third-generation Yugoslavian immigrant, lived on fast food and take-out, not minced lard, stuffed pig stomach soup made from turnips peelings like he was supposed to.

She snorted derision. “Your pants are practically falling off you!”

Andi sucked in his belly, starving-waif-style. He peered into a gap big enough to see his still-aroused boyhood.

“Like what you see?” she teased.

“It’s okay, except for its size,” he said, too young to appreciate the charm of petite cocks.

“You’re so good looking, it won’t matter, Sweetie.”

“It’s tiny, Mom!”

She shrugged, not disputing. “If you’re worried about getting fat, I’ll ask Reed to take you for sushi.”

“If he does, he’ll want to take ninja photos of me afterwards.”

“I thought you liked modeling for him.”

Over a year, Reed had taken thousands of photos. In most of them, Andi was suggestively posed. Usually he was clothed, or bare-chested. In several hundred, he wore only a European-style Speedo. At Andi’s insistence, they’d posted a carefully culled selection of 138 on imgsrc.ru.

Andi smoothed out the bed cover, his eyes constantly roving. “Reed’s weird.”

He hadn’t said ‘queer,’ but his mother still raised an eyebrow.

“He always wants me to take off my shirt.”

“I don’t know what you’re worried about. There’s nothing wrong with a beautiful boy showing off his body. I’m sure he’d love to photograph you without your clothes.”

“Major gross, Mom!”

“I’d like some nudes of you before you get all hairy.”

“So take them this Sunday.”

“Will you masturbate if I do?” she said, back to teasing. This time she meant it.

“No way!”

“Hard or soft, it’s just a cock, Honey.”

“So what’s the big deal then?”

“You look so happy when you play with it.”

“Because it feels nice. Anyway, you said every boy does it.”

“They do, but three times a day is a lot at your age.”

“I don’t do it that often, Mom.”

“Seeing as there’s nothing to clean up, you might as well do it nonstop, Honey.”

“How much longer before I start cumming?”

“What did I say about puberty?”

“A couple more years.”

“So when you’re all grown up, I’d like to have some photos that show what my sexy little boy looked like down there.”

Andi sucked in his belly again and peeked under his jeans, scrutinizing his stubbornly stiff, thumb-sized boyhood. Some days it seemed like it was constantly hard.

“How big do you think it’ll get, Mom?”

With his pale smooth crotch, it was difficult to imagine his genitals ever being man-sized and covered with hair.

“When it starts so small, it’ll never be huge, Sweetie.”

“Six inches?”

“Maybe five if you’re lucky.” She hesitated even though she’d raised him with almost no inhibitions. “If I take some photos this Sunday; will you play with it?”

He shrugged. “I always do.”

“I mean properly.”

“You want me to go all the way in front of the camera?”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen my boy orgasm before. Just a few photos, that’s all.”

“Promise you won’t ever show them to anyone?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“Okay. I’m still not posing in the nude for Reed. He’s gay… and…”

He was going to say that Reed made him feel ‘weird.’ Almost every photo session ended with him posing bare-chested. It was exciting and scary at the same time. It was more than that. He always got hard in front of the camera, which was very unsettling.

“And what?”

“You know!” Andi stuck out his finger.

It wasn’t only when Reed was photographing him. Whenever they were together, his penis became stiff. It happened while they were waiting in line at McDonalds, riding the elevator, or skating in Central Park. Getting an erection wasn’t unexpected—his penis always did that around men. It even stiffened when he was near Mr. Baker, his history teacher, and he didn’t like him at all. Usually, it didn’t bother him; but it did when it happened with Reed. His penis got so hard that it throbbed. Sometimes, it seemed like something might burst inside him. It never did. Even more disconcerting, it took forever to go down.

She smiled knowingly. “You’ve been in his apartment lots of times, Andi. If his photos are anything to go by, he likes hunky black men.”

“Maybe he really likes skinny white boys and he’s trying to hide it,” Andi said, hiding his hopes in a joke.

“I know one way to find out,” she laughed.

He wondered if she was thinking the same thing that he was as he straightened the nightstand, rearranging a porcelain statue of a voluptuous Venus, a fluted Lalique vase with a red silk rose, and a silver and malachite box that had belonged to Peter III of Russia. According to Andi’s grandfather, it was a gift to the Marquis Foscheri when he turned 12.

“Mom, what if Reed likes the new guy and they fall in love or something?” Andi asked. He was in dangerous territory; she already teased him about Reed, but it would be relentless if he wasn’t careful.

He opened the box. It contained an assortment of condoms. He rearranged the little packages in no particular order other than he thought some colors were more exciting.

“Honey, he’s got a head start being black.”

Andi grimaced and pressed on. “What do you think Reed sees in black guys?”

“Besides having big cocks?” she snickered.

“Is it really that important?”

“It is for gay men. Lucky for you, there are men who like tiny little ones like yours.”

Andi glared, though it was all in play. “Reed could have anyone, Mom. I don’t get why he likes blacks.”

“I thought you said the new guy’s an eight-point-five.”

“He’s kind of sexy, I suppose.”

She gave him the look, and he glared back, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut.

“Variety’s the spice of life, even for you Sweetie.

He frowned at her.

“Don’t be silly, Andi. I know you look at them.”

“Only because they’ve got big ones.” He picked out a green condom and held it out, smirking. “Using this would be like having sex with a Martian.”

“Fucking the Geico gecko more like.”

“Or a merman?” He grinned.

“Without scales I hope; otherwise his dick would feel like a snake.”

Andi snorted giggles. “I bet it would feel like having an eel in your pussy, Mom!”

She made a grab for his foot. He kicked and twisted away.

“A really slimy eel,” he snickered.

“Sounds perfect for your little ass. You ought to put it on and show me what a Martian boy’s cock looks like. I hear they’re really tiny,” she teased back.

He rolled his eyes and exchanged green for crimson. “This would be Alvin with sunburn.”

That made her smile so he picked out another. It was black, one of three in the box.

“This would be Walter or the new guy.”

“Wear it with Reed and he might not notice you’re honky.” She chuckled at his frown. “Of course, you’ll need to pee when it’s time to fill the end of it.”

Andi smirked back at her. “I need to wear a condom even if I’m not making cum?”

“Don’t you have homework to do?”

“Two pages of fractions. Noah helped me with the division ones on the subway. Do I need protection when I have sex with a man?”

“If you provide the hole you can’t. Your partner definitely needs one, every time.”

“I know, Mom.”

He stood up, not wanting another lecture on hygiene. His penis was so hard that it ached. However, he delayed leaving, still needing to talk.

“You have to be especially careful, Andi…”

“Because I’m gay and there’s a chance I’ll bleed… I know, Mom. At least you don’t have to worry about me getting a girl pregnant when I start having sex.”

“There’s that, I suppose. I’ll be cleaning up the mess instead,” she teased.

Andi felt funny inside. “Is it really gross?”

“We talked about what happens when a man does a boy in the butt, remember?”

Sometimes, it was all he thought about.

“He gets poop on his dick,” he muttered, wandering over to the windowsill. He pressed up close to it and fixed his gaze on the street far below.

“Not if you clean yourself out first, remember.”

He looked over his shoulder. “Like when I was constipated last year?” He scrunched up his face. “So if I do that beforehand, it isn’t totally gross?”

She couldn’t help smiling as he ambled back to the bed, his juvenile erection clearly visible under his jeans.

“Even after a flush, an anal fuck can be messy, Honey.”

“So it is gross.”

She smiled, watching him in the mirror. His hand crept down again, rearranging his boyhood.

“There’s nothing gross about ass sex, Sweetie. I do it all the time; well not all the time. Often enough. You just need to take precautions, that’s all.”

He thought about it. “So when you do it, is it smelly?”

“What do you think?”

“If you’re trying to tell me what gays do is yucky, it’s working.”

She went over to him. With her hands on his slim shoulders, she looked him in the eye.

“Your time will come soon enough, sexy boy. When it does, the smell of poop will be the last thing on his mind.”

“I s’pose.” He looked up at her as she ruffled his hair.

“My beautiful gay boy needs Prieto’s again.”

She smoothed his hair and gave him a hug before she went back to her makeup table.

“I want it to be nice, Mom.”

“It will be nice, Sweetie. We’ll flush you out beforehand. Even if it is a bit messy, if he really likes you, it won’t be a problem.”

“I like Reed a lot,” he muttered, his ears burning.

Reed was very good looking, easily 9.8 on his ‘hot’ score.

“I do too, but what happened to ‘I like older men’?”

At 26, Reed was the same age as Andi’s mother.

He grinned and shrugged.

“I think you’re wasting your time. If you want to look cute, you ought to put on your black gym shorts before he arrives. Show some thigh so he can see what he’s missing.”

“Mom!” Andi grimaced, barely appreciating how lucky he was.

“It sounds like someone has a crush?”

“Reed’s …” He hesitated as warning bells rang. He switched ‘awesome’ for “… okay.”

“From the look of his pants, he’s more your size,” she laughed, touching up eye-shadow and Trish McEvoy mascara.

“So like, um, how big do you think?”

“Six inches max. With your narrow hips he’ll be plenty big enough for you.”

“Gary must be huge?” Andi asked, back to thinking about the long, thick cocks he’d seen on the Internet.

“He’s a beast. My advice is start with a calf and work your way up to a bull. That way you won’t be in agony.”

“Mom!”

She laughed. “When a boy your age wants to have sex with a man, the difference in size is something he needs to think about, assuming he wants to sit down again.”

“I like Gary more than Jacob.”

“So do I. Unfortunately, he’d split you apart, Sweetie.”

“Jacob wouldn’t hurt me?”

“He will at first.”

“A little or a lot?”

“You ought to know. We’ve talked about it often enough. With your tight little ass, you won’t feel like skating for a few days.”

Andi grimaced at the thought. “That bad, huh?”

“I already told you a dozen times, Honey; ass sex hurts until you get stretched. It’s no big deal.”

“I don’t want to do it if it hurts.”

She smiled at his dismay. “It’s not like you think, Sweetie. When you’re ready to have sex, you can start with a small one so it won’t be too bad. The pain will be gone before you know it.”

“How small?”

“I’ve seen some that aren’t much bigger than this.” She held her thumb and first finger about four inches apart.

“That’s tiny!”

“Well, maybe a little bit bigger. You’ll have plenty to choose from.”

“You said only a few men want anal,” he reminded her.

“With me. It’s different for a boy, especially a good looking boy like you. It won’t be long before there’s a queue of men back to Fifth Avenue wanting to have a go at your butt.”

He looked at her. She was brushing her hair again. “I want to do it with Reed first.”

“The two of you would make a very handsome couple. The only problem is he’s not into skinny white boys. You’re better off with Jacob, even though he’s Jewish.”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“Well for one thing, he’s circumcised, Sweetie”

“Most American men are cut, Mom.”

“You’re not.”

“So I’m odd. None of my friends have skin hanging off the end.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Anyway, he’s not that big, plus we know he likes you.”

“I guess.”

“You could do a lot worse than Jacob,” she thought aloud.

He considered saying he’d rather be with Reed, but decided it was better not to raise it again. “I’ll have to get to know him first,” he relented.

“That’s my boy. You can start by not hiding in your bedroom when he’s here.”

“I do not!” he disputed.

Like a bored five-year-old, he flopped face down on her bed, his lean thighs outstretched like a frog. He humped slowly, thrusting his slim hips determinedly, his small round buttocks clenching, flexing, relaxing. It was impossible to tell if he was on the giving or receiving end.

“No more gay porn for you,” she joked.

“I’m practicing, Mom.” He raised his butt, assuming the doggy-position on his elbows and knees. He slowly splayed his thighs apart until his front touched the bed.

“You’re so flexible,” she remarked, a little envious. The last time she’d said that, he’d been curled into a tight fetal ball, trying to suck his penis. His mouth was still inches away. He could just touch the tip of his tongue to his stretched-out foreskin.

“You have a very photogenic body,” she admired.

He grinned back at her over his shoulder. “You think I’m sexy, Mom?”

“Honey, if I was Jacob, I’d do you nonstop.”

Still grinning, he flipped onto his back, his knees next to his ears, his butt lifted up. Men used the same position in most of the photos he downloaded.

He exaggerated an ecstatic groan, rocking his pelvis energetically.

“You’re definitely ready,” she laughed.

”So like how big is Jacob, Mom?”

“He’s big enough to fill your butt and have a little left over.”

His hand inched lower. He needed to masturbate in the worst possible way. He saw her watching in the mirror and he playfully cupped his boy-bulge instead.

“Don’t mind me, Sweetie. It’s not like I haven’t seen you jerking off before.”

He smiled halfheartedly, suddenly shy.

“Take your pants off and do it properly, Honey,” she coaxed, looking away so he wouldn’t be embarrassed.

“Mom,” he grumped.

She always wanted him to take off his pants when his penis was hard. However, he was so used to undressing in front of her, he didn’t think it was strange.

“Feeling sexy is nothing to be ashamed about.”

He gulped air abruptly. “I’m not.”

“You’re a sexy boy even when you aren’t hard.”

Andi concentrated on the skyscrapers beyond the window, convinced his heart was going twice its normal rate. His erection couldn’t get any harder.

“Go on; you need to let off steam.

He fiddled with a woven leather belt that barely held up his jeans. “So how big is Jacob, like in inches?”

“I don’t know; nothing to crow about.”

“Mom!”

“It’s a lot bigger than your teenie weenie.”

“Be serious,” he scowled, finally getting the buckle unfastened.

“At a guess, he’s close to five,” she replied, one eye on the mirror while making final touches to her makeup.

“Is it thick?”

“About three of your fingers.”

She watched him look at his hand, three skinny fingers pressed together. She was going to tease him. He looked up.

“He’s thick, only not very long, huh?”

“He’s big enough to keep you happy.”

He frowned.

She laughed at her frustrated son. “You’re horny this afternoon.”

“Am not!” He couldn’t help giggling.

“I bet it’s really stiff. It is isn’t it?”

“Uh uh.”

“Show me.”

“Mom!”

He grimaced at her as he unfastened the button at the front of his jeans. With the zipper still closed, he shoved his jeans down his thighs. Without underpants, his obstinate penis stood up in front of her. She smiled approvingly.

“Your penis could poke out a person’s eye. I’m sure it’s harder than any of my clients.”

“It isn’t that stiff, Mom.”

She kept looking. “Don’t your balls bang around when you skate?”

Andi looked down. His scrotum was so relaxed that it was easy to see his testicles among the delicate skin folds.

“Huh?”

“I swear your bag’s as big as Jacob’s.”

He rolled his eyes. “Mom, you’re damaging my self-esteem!”

“You won’t want to go commando once your balls drop. They’ll hang down to your knees,” she teased.

He pinched his scrotum, pulling it down. There was a lot of loose skin underneath. “Big balls are sexy, Mom,” he smirked.

“They are on a man. At your age…” She made him wait. “…small is cute. Push your shirt up higher, Sweetie. My beautiful gay boy is so sexy without clothes on.”

He rolled his eyes, the technique perfected before he’d turned eight.

“Well you are! You have a really nice body. I love your tummy, and your penis is gorgeous; just the right size for you especially when it gets hard.” She looked him over. “It’s a pity your bag is so big.”

“It’s not so big you need to keep pointing it out, Mom,” he snapped, still inspecting the silky skin folds between his thighs.

He poked at his testicles. Compared to his pouch, they were tiny. When the skin was loose, it was like pushing around Mexican jumping beans.

“I know what you need,” she purred.

He looked up. “What?”

She winked right at him. “A big hairy cock up your hiney.”

He tried not to giggle. “I’m all for that.”

“I’m not joking, Sweetie.”

He raised his fist triumphantly. “Yes!”

“I assume that means you agree.”

He was sure she was teasing, yet he nodded enthusiastically.

“We could pay Reed, I suppose.” She winked at him. “It won’t take him more than an hour. A hundred bucks ought to do it.”

“I’ve got way more than that if I emptied my piggy bank.”

“I’m thinking tomorrow would be good. We could invite him over for dinner.”

Andi giggled. “Be serious, Mom.”

“Seriously, I don’t think it will happen with Reed.” She saw him sigh. “The good news is Jacob’s willing and able. He’s perfect for you to get started. He’ll make you so happy…” She winked again. “… and it won’t take so long for your poor little ass to get used to it.”

Andi grinned back, playfully stroking his penis, loose foreskin slipping back and forth over his small reddened helmet. His mom made his life fun.

“I’ll ask Jacob after dinner; see if he can help out.”

He laughed. “What if my butt wants a big one?”

She pretended to think about it. “You could do it with Alvin, I suppose.”

“Alllll-vvvvin!” Andi mimicked, scrunching his nose like a squirrel.

“Your butt won’t care if he’s got what it takes to make you happy,” she laughed.

“How big is he, Mom?”

“Six inches.”

“Around or length?”

She smirked right at him. “You’ll have to measure it to find out. The best part is he knows what to do with it.”

Andi grinned back.

“He’d love to have you as his boyfriend,” she added.

“You really want to stick me with a chipmunk?”

“After his divorce, he needs cheering up, Sweetie. Plus he’s got that nice summer house at Newport.”

He pulled his erection between his thighs and let it snap back. “Boing!” he giggled.

She laughed. “Poor thing! You’re really stiff, aren’t you? You better masturbate before you go across the hall or it’ll be like that all evening.”

He nodded absently. “What about Gary?”

She touched up her lipstick. “After you’re broken in, if you still want to try a big one, I’m sure he’ll accommodate you. We’ll have to share him though.”

“I meant his dick, Mom. Like how big,” Andi complained half-heartedly.

She understood him like no one else ever could. “Your forearm is smaller, Sweetie.”

He frowned momentarily, examining his arm from skinny wrist to bumpy elbow. It didn’t seem possible, though he’d seen enough photos to know otherwise. She turned to the mirror, watching him fingering his stubby penis with his left hand, massaging his little balls with the other, mostly plucking at the loose folds of skin underneath. He wasn’t masturbating—he used his right hand for that.

“He’s a lucky man who beds a pretty boy with a smile,” she remarked.

“Huh?”

“Just a saying, Sweetie, though it’s true in your case. The question is who’s the lucky man.”

“Hopefully Reed, but I’ll take anyone with a dick bigger than mine.”

She laughed. “I was wrong. It’s definitely time my boy got laid.”

He nodded energetically.

“It’ll happen soon enough. We’ll be back by nine, Honey. Jacob has a board meeting tomorrow so he can’t be up too late. I’ll buzz you from the lobby. You know what to do.”

“Light the candles and champagne in the ice bucket,” Andi parroted, now inspecting his bald groin for hair. He pretended to pull out a strand, making a face in the process.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about down there, not for a couple of years yet,” she teased.

He grinned at her, pointing his stiff penis at her and wagging it from side to side. “Choc-wats?” he asked in his baby voice.

She nodded. Andi abandoned his penis and scrambled across the bed to open the drawer of the nightstand. He lifted out a hand-carved Purple-Heart box. Inside were Coeur Touché chocolates—the best in the world. He picked out two to leave on the nightstand, and a third for himself. It was raspberry ganache; his favorites, hazelnut paste and butterscotch already eaten. He savored a bite, half closing his eyes as he sensuously licked his lips.

“Taste good?”

He met her eyes, playful as a puppy yet remarkably sophisticated for not even ten. “Delicious.”

Chapter 3 ‘Beguiling’

“Delicious! Simply delicious.” Reed pressed the shutter button twice. “Okay, let’s see some belly.”

“You are so weird,” Andi muttered under his breath.

He slipped off his t-shirt, sleeveless and black with crimson Mick-Jagger lips. He tossed it on the counter, his heart beating faster. It was always the same—each time he undressed, he struggled with Freudian angst, queer instinct skirmishing with social disgrace. It made him nervous, still a long way from being strong enough to overcome shyness. However, it wouldn’t be long, not when he wondered what Reed would do if he also took off his shorts.

Reed looked him over. There was scarcely any fat on him, not much muscle either. What little he had was in all the right places so he didn’t look scrawny. On a whim, Reed reached out. The tip of his thumb barely grazed a pimpled areola.

“You’ve got big nips for a boy.”

Andi sighed exasperation and leaned out of reach, not at all sure whether having big nipples was a good thing. Reed always made comments about his.

“Nipples are erogenous. Most boys have tiny ones, so you’re lucky.”

“What’s ‘erogenous’ mean?”

“Ask your mother.”

Reed adjusted Andi’s black headband from ‘sporty’ to ‘exotic,’ and focused the camera for a close-up of his face.

“You make a cute little ninja.”

Andi scowled and returned to his previous position on the stool, one arm out, his hand on his knee, the other clasped behind his head. He tilted his head, his eyes to the side, deliberately not looking directly at the camera lens. ‘Beguiling’ fitted even better than ‘delicious’. The camera clicked rapidly.

“Knees apart a little more,” Reed said hoarsely.

He drew closer, pressing the shutter button every few seconds, trying to ignore thin ripples of skin like someone had drawn lines on Andi’s pale belly.

“Let me see how you smile at the girls at school.”

Not amused, Andi smirked on demand, dimly aware that Reed had taken a photo of just his middle.

“Give me a hint of teeth. Turn that smile upside down. That’s a frown! How perfect. Be a coy boy. Beautiful. Eyes down. Now look up. Don’t smile. Do sultry.”

“What?”

“That’s perfect! Now, right in the lens. Intense. Perfecto. Look like you’re getting ready to kiss the prettiest girl in your class. That would be a French kiss. I meant pucker up, Hot-Lips.”

Everything about Andi was alluring. Temptation began with his lips. He got tired of hearing ‘hot lips’ at school. “It’s Andi!” he snapped.

“Guaranteed it says ‘Andrew’ on your birth certificate.’”

“It’s Andreas actually!” In pre-communist Hungary, he would have been ‘Count Andreas Foscheri.’

Reed brought the camera’s viewfinder to his eye, checked depth of field and went through the motions of composition for the 63^rd time that evening. Even when Andi was petulant, it was impossible not to be enchanted. He couldn’t help wondering whether the boy flirted on purpose; he did it so often—every time their eyes met—but always timidly, like he was afraid of what life had in store for him.

“Andreas, is that a common name in Transylvania?”

Andi did a fair impersonation of a vampire. “I want to suck your blood.”

“You’re better off sucking your thumb.”

“Seggedbe!”

“Say what?”

“Seggedbe! It means ‘up your ass.’” He smirked at Reed. “It be a double entendre if I said it to a gay guy.”

“You know about double entendres from going to private school?”

“Not my school. They don’t start teaching you to read until you’re seven.”

“So the kids play with blocks until then?”

“If you want to say ‘fuck you’ in Hungarian, it’s Baszódj meg.”

“Enough with the cusses, Punk. Look up… Like you’re curious. Be inspired,” Reed coaxed as he closed the gap.

Andi had beautiful lips, red and puffy and promising passion. “Monica rented 3107 this afternoon. To a black dude. He’s a lawyer. He’s hot.” When Reed didn’t respond, he added, “Really hot.”

Reed recomposed for more close-up photos, wishing his camera could record Andi’s petulant voice.

“His name is David Carter. Monica introduced us. Tilt your head to the side, dreamy like… How do you know he’s a lawyer?”

Without wind in his sails, Andi shrugged, swapping ‘dreamy’ for ‘dopey.’ “Mom said so. He looks *gay*.”

Reed nodded vaguely, deliberately not picking up on Andi’s emphasis.

“Why did Monica have to rent it to another fucked up lawyer \ instead of someone cool?”

“I thought you said he was the ultimate hotness?”

“Doofus! Being hot to look at doesn’t make him cool. Having a rock star down the hall would be ice.”

Reed laughed. “Those socks need to come off, Ninja-boy.”

Andi looked down and grinned before he slowly peeled off a bright red sock. In an instant, he realized that even revealing his foot could be erotic. He dropped the sock on the floor and wriggled bony boy-toes, fluttering eyebrows at the camera. Not even ten and he was very aware of the parts of his body that men desired.

“Very cute,” Reed said out of the blue.

“What’s cute?”

He stalled, aware of what stared him in the face day after day. “Your smelly foot. Ewwww.”

“So stop inhaling, Dude.”

“I should just breathe out?”

“It works for me when I fart.”

“Look up and do dreamy again,” Reed said. “Mona Lisa smile. That’s right! Hold it.”

“I bet you think he’s good-looking?” Andi asked provocatively, his lilt almost tuneful.

“Huh?”

“You have the attention span of a five year old, Reed. The new guy, good-looking or not?”

“He’s okay. Do you think Noah’s good-looking?” Reed rejoined.

Andi glowered. It was near-perfect timing as Reed pushed the shutter. He took the next photo a moment later, a frustrated frown. Exasperation followed. He looked up.

“I love your shorts. They match your eyes perfectly.”

Andi’s shorts hung low on his 22-inch hips, nothing at all like skater-boy style. They were size 8, so tight they cleaved his crack, revealing two lush little melons and his long, limber thighs.

Andi giggled. “I have brown eyes, Doofus.”

“Not in the center.”

Andi thrived on their perpetual banter. ”Stop focusing on my crotch, pervert.”

“In those shorts, it’s pretty conspicuous, Dude.”

The shutter clicked repeatedly, recording 5.6 million pixels of belly button, narrow waist tapering, elasticized band lodged above Andi’s obvious bulge. Black satiny nylon did the rest.

”Stop taking photos of my junk, Reed.”

Reed looked like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It was funny. They laughed so hard, Reed had to put his camera aside.

“Okay, time to be serious.”

“No more photos of my junk!”

“Think of something totally scrumptious and smile,” Reed said, back to focusing on the flawless specimen of prepubescent boy.

‘Scrumptious’ was what Andi would look like without his shorts. Reed tried not to stare. His dark side dominated, plus the boy still had a bulge. It was a nice little bump that had a mind of its own, along with a tendency to suddenly get bigger.

“You mean scrumptious-cold like ice-cream? Or hot; like Hungarian sausage?”

Andi’s Lion-King-Junior voice bored through Reed’s brain. And ‘hot,’ said like that, burned in his ear. It had the effect that Andi intended. After a long pause, Reed was able to steady the camera.

“Your choice. Lose the headband.”

“Headband are sexy, don’t you think?”

‘Sexy’ got Reed’s attention. He had to force himself to look in the viewfinder as Andi posed for the classic ‘back-shot’, coyly looking over his shoulder.

“I’m telling Jorge to give you a buzz,” Reed jeered, mussing Andi’s hair yet again.

Andi glared, self-conscious because kids teased him endlessly about his unmanageable hair at school. He also preened constantly, instinctively aware of his appearance.

“Actually, I like the wind-swept look,” Reed teased.

Andi growled. He’d taken his mother’s advice and started moussing his hair. It stuck up like a mohawk, a disheveled mess after skating. Something else stuck up too. The pint-sized tent always appeared during their photo sessions; as if he needed a reminder he was male

“Feral child suits you,” Reed snickered, enjoying the moment as much as the feeling of Andi’s hair between his fingers.

Lacking a comeback, Andi rolled his eyes in reply. ”Are you done taking photos?”

Reed glanced at the camera display. “Almost. Let’s do hot for the rest.”

It was a mistake. He meant to say ‘stop for a rest,’ but he swallowed and clicked as Andi swapped positions, suddenly glad that he wasn’t using film. Hot became red-hot, with Andi pulling his shorts low enough to see the start of his pubis. It was all very legal until a careless tug revealed a slight dimple. It preceded the elongated bump hiding under the leg of his shorts, definitely not imgsrc material.

After a half-dozen verging-on-obscene photos, Reed and wiped his brow, his gaze fixed on the giggling, nearly-naked boy on the kitchen stool. He couldn’t stop himself. “You look like you want to get laid.”

For an instant, nothing happened. Andi stared at him, long and hard.

“Sorry about that. It sort of slipped out,” Reed muttered.

However, it hadn’t slipped out. He’d intended it to be funny, and it was, but in a sick kind of way. It was also true. Andi always looked like he wanted to get laid; either that or he had been laid and he hadn’t gotten over it. Desire was in his lips, his shadowed eyes, his long, dark lashes.

An even more uninhibited Andi smirked back, playing eye games. “Am I getting laid by someone I know?” he asked sweetly.

Reed told himself to look away. He couldn’t. In a flash, he appreciated what stared him in the face day after day. Andi was daring him to take the first step. A beautiful, effeminate boy was a dangerous combination in New York, more so if he was willing to take risks. It made him the ideal pedophile target. The surprising thing was that he’d lasted this long.

“Your choice,” he mumbled, wondering whether his naturally talented model had already taken it in the ass—a lot of his friends were even younger the first time it happened.

Andi shrugged, abruptly self-conscious, still not ready to say what he wanted despite talking about it all the time with his mother. He tried to resist the impulse to flirt even as the idea of Reed’s cock churning his bowels sent his heart racing.

In the ensuing silence, Reed had to say something. “If you take precautions there’s nothing wrong with sleeping around.” Had he really said that?

“I know who I want.”

Not even ten and he wanted Reed to know the effect he had on him. He’d come so close to talking it about during the previous photo session, and the one before that. Each time, he chickened out. Not this time. He looked right at Reed, daring him to ask ‘who.’

“Anyone I know?”

The look on Andi’s face took Reed by surprise; ‘sultry’ sprang to mind. Andi was breathtaking, made seductive with a precocious smirk.

Saying ‘you’ took more willpower than Andi possessed. Instead, he glanced down. His penis was as hard as a nail even though he’d masturbated for 18 minutes after his mother left. His dry cum hadn’t helped at all.

“I see you’re not wearing underpants again,” Reed blurted, pressing the shutter button before quickly turning away again.

He couldn’t swear to it, but he was sure that whatever poked out the front of Andi’s shorts had a nozzle. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed it.

“I never wear underpants.”

Reed was amazed. “Not even to school?”

“I like going commando. It feels good on my junk.”

Reed rearranged his lights and wondered if he could survive another minute.

“You know your belt buckle is a dick, right?” Andi cackled.

Reed heaved the requisite sigh and looked down. “If you must know it’s the astrological sign for Uranus.”

“Uranus!” Andi started laughing and couldn’t stop. “Uranus has a dick up it.”

Reed gave up on getting the lighting perfect. “You are so immature sometimes!”

“Well it does!” Still cackling, Andi pointed at Reed’s front. “That arrow thing is a dick. The hole is your anus.”

Now that he had an opening, he brought up the one thing he wanted to talk about, yet always seemed to elude him.

“You do it, right?” he asked when Reed was ready to start taking photos again.

“Do what?”

“*It*, as in f-u-c-k. I don’t mean with a girl.”

Reed, who regularly shot for Vogue magazine, who had an MA in Photography from Pratt, who currently had an exhibition in the Village with work for sale in three high-end galleries, was flabbergasted. He wasn’t a prude or easily shocked. He tried to tell himself that Andi wasn’t old enough to know what *it” was, but he did. He knew. Even worse, he was definitely interested—there were simply too many signs for it to be otherwise.

“What do you think?”

Andi smirked. “I think you do it… a lot!”

“So confident for one so young!”

“You only fuck guys, right?”

Reed gulped. “That’s usually what being gay means.”

“You’re into blacks aren’t you? I bet that’s why Monica introduced you to the new guy.”

“He’s not my kind.”

“Too hot for you, huh? You’d like to take photos of him in the nude though, wouldn’t you?”

“Blacks make fabulous models. Some of my best photos. They have great bodies.”

“That why you hang out with that decorator on the eighth floor?”

“His name is Walter.”

Reed risked another glance. Andi’s pup-tent was back again, perhaps a little bigger than before, black shiny cloth pushed out far enough there was no doubt, flimsy enough to reveal a substantial foreskin on the end of a short, unbendable shaft.

“Whatever. He’s kind of geriatric for you, isn’t he?” Andi snickered.

“He isn’t that old.”

“He looks queer.” Andi stretched, displaying ribs and a taut concave belly that went all the way down to a smooth pubic mound.

Reed frowned. “And you would know that because?”

“He githes me the wook,” Andi lisped, smirking at Reed as he ventured into uncharted territory. “I bet you don’t sleep much when he’s around.”

“That’s none of your….”

“He’s a top, right?”

Reed tried to breathe, stealing another look at Andi’s front. He was certain he could hold the boy’s waist with two hands. His hips were even narrower. His eyes searched black satin. Definitely short and plump, and so pointed at the tip that it had to be uncircumcised. Underneath, there was nothing to indicate the boy had balls.

“Walter goes both ways.”

“What do you like more; bottom or top?”

“Also none of your business.” Then, for a reason that escaped him, he confided, “Bottom’s best.”

Andi inhaled at the thought, a small but important step closer. “Black guys have really big ones.”

“A lot of them do.”

“When you get fucked, bigger is better,” Andi said, deadly serious.

Reed swallowed disbelief. “Some private school you go to.”

“Hardly. I learned that from graffiti when I ride the subway.”

“Most guys prefer more to less,” Reed said, feeling light-headed.

Andi nodded. “So bigger, right?”

“It’s width that’s important.”

He gulped, certain that under his shorts, skinny Andi had a short, thick penis. It was so hard it pointed straight up, pressed against his belly, so his shorts hid most of it.

“Why?”

“It takes about this much to hit the right spot.”

Andi frowned. Reed’s first finger and thumb were only about three inches apart.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing… I saw this picture on the internet. It was inside way more than that…”

“It usually goes in deeper.”

“It was in really far. Like the whole way…”

“Five inches will reach your colon. Most guys have enough to do that.”

“Not me. Mine’s half of that,” Andi giggled.

“You’re a kid. It’s supposed to be small.” Then, for no reason at all, he added, “With your body, it won’t matter.”

“What’s it feel like if it’s really big; like this?” Andi held his hands wide apart.

Reed laughed. “Nine inches is as big as I’ve seen.”

Andi giggled as his hands inched closer, still a long way apart. “Is Walter’s this big?”

“He’s more like eight inches.”

Andi adjusted his hands again. Eight inches looked awfully big. Reed smiled.

“If you tell me what it’s like with Walter, I’ll tell you a secret,” Andi teased, now smirking from ear to ear. “You’ll never guess what Noah and I did last Sunday.”

“Seeing as you want to know what it’s like, I guess he didn’t get your cherry,” Reed said, sufficiently befuddled that it seemed perfectly reasonable to say such a thing.

He was met with another giggle. “Don’t worry; we haven’t done it… yet.”

“He looks like he’s gay.”

“That’s what Mom says, only he hasn’t figured out what gays do.”

“He will eventually. You better be careful.” He worried for a few seconds until Andi grinned.

“If takes five inches, he hasn’t got enough to make it worthwhile.”

Reed inhaled in a rush. “Trust me, a boy your size will be happy with less.”

“How about four inches?” Andi asked seriously.

“Noah’s big for his age.”

“So would it feel good, or just okay? If I did it with him, I mean.”

“Four inches is plenty for you,” Reed chuckled, thinking a pubescent cock would stretch Andi’s slim body to the limit. His hips were barely wide enough to hold up his miniscule shorts. “At least for a while,” he added.

“It gets bigger the more you do it. I read that on Wikipedia.”

“Only if the guy’s huge, or you use...” He stopped just in time. “Mostly, you get used to it.”

Andi’s eyes went wide even though his mother had said much the thing. “How big can it be and still fit? I mean… um… can a man do it with a boy my age?”

Reed swallowed and decided on honesty. “It depends on the man. If he’s average, say six inches or so, and the boy’s not too small.”

“Like how big would the boy have to be? My size?”

“What brought this on?” Reed said, looking him over.

“Your belt buckle, actually.” Andi giggled. “I’m a kid, Reed; I’m supposed to be curious.”

Reed nodded, knowing he shouldn’t say it. “I’ve heard of seven year olds doing it with men if they’re careful.”

Andi was on it in a flash. “Careful how?”

“This is so against the law.”

“So is driving too fast, but everyone does it. How do they have to be careful?”

“Slow and not too hard,” Reed said before he thought ‘too much information.’

Andi giggled. “So you put it in slowly and don’t thrust too hard. That’s it?”

Reed threw caution to the wind. “You’re full of questions tonight, aren’t you? If you must know, a guy can put it in easier if you relax back there.”

“So if I want a grown up to fuck me, and I relax, it’ll fit?”

“What private school did you say you went to?”

“Weiner. It’s the first Waldorf school in North America. The boys are dicks and the girls make fun of my hair, but I have purpose and direction in my life.”

Reed just smiled.

“Is it good? For the kid, I mean,” Andi persisted.

“What happened on Sunday to make you so horny? Did Noah suck you?” Reed demanded, not at all sure what he wanted confirmation. He panicked until Andi smirked back. “How about you? Don’t answer that!”

“He’s circumcised,” Andi said slyly as much as admitting he knew something about cock-sucking.

On the spur of the moment, Reed said, “Lucky you. Cut’s the best kind.”

Andi giggled. “He’s really uptight about sex stuff. He’s a Mormon.”

“He’d have to be a moron not to want your lips on his dick,” Reed teased, again without thinking.

Andi rolled his eyes like there was no chance of him doing that, yet wondering what Noah would do if he’d suggested it. He’d barely touched Noah’s much larger penis; but the look on the other boy’s face was priceless. As soon as he was back in his own bedroom, he’d masturbated frantically. Just before he got the shakes at the end, he sucked on his thumb like a lollipop, pretending Noah’s circumcised penis was between his lips. He climaxed, though it didn’t make him tremble, not like he did when he looked at his internet photos of men sucking cock.

“So what’s it feel like?” For no other reason than he wanted to shock, he added, “When Walter does you in the butt.”

“What would your mom say?” Reed was unnerved, yet still able to think.

“I already asked her. Maybe a year ago, I saw her do it with one of her boyfriends. They were on the couch. She thought I was asleep,” Andi confided. “She had his cock all the way up her, you know… not her pussy… the other place.”

Reed swallowed hard. “It’s not just gays who enjoy a rear entry.”

Andi couldn’t help giggling, although at the time he’d been taken aback. “After he left, I pestered her until she told me what it was like. She said it feels good, only it kind of hurts too.”

“She’s not wrong.”

Reed breathed out, hoping that was the end. He put his camera back in its aluminum case and shuffled though a pile of magazines on the kitchen counter, anything but look at the androgynous boy.

“She said it’s different for guys. Does it mostly feel good or hurt for us?”

Reed’s head jerked up. He licked his lips, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t make the situation any worse. Andi met him with the concentrated gaze of a boy who needed answers.

“It’s always a bit of both,” he squeaked, suddenly tense.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Andi’s belly was full of butterflies.

For a year, he read everything he could find about gay sex, including stories about men having sex with boys. Most of what he read said it hurt for a while, and then it felt good. However, he still wasn’t sure.

“You won’t feel much like skating afterwards.”

“That helps bunches.”

“Unless you’re doing it regularly, or you use Anal-Ese, it hurts going in.”

“Anal-Ese is like KY, only for your butt, right?” Andi smirked—he couldn’t help it.

Reed wondered if he’d heard right. “Some guys say you’re better off with Vaseline.”

“Mom said I should use Vaseline.”

One morning in January, right after his mother told him what men did with boys, she’d knocked on the door. He’d been too long in the shower. Instead of telling him to hurry up, she called, ‘Try the Vaseline.’ She’d left a jar of it in plain sight on the vanity counter.

“What so great about Anal-Ese?” Andi demanded, never so aware of his penis. It was so hard it hurt.

“It numbs your butt for a while. It helps if he’s huge. A lot of guys don’t like to use it because it only hurts for a few minutes before it starts feeling nice.”

“Is it really nice or okay nice?” He had to know, even though asking made him feel shaky inside.

“Really nice, if he knows what he’s doing.” Reed couldn’t stop gawking at the oversexed, not-quite-ten-year-old boy. He made himself turn the pages of the New Yorker.

Andi’s curiosity was in total control. He had to know more. “So if he knows how to fuck, and he’s really big, it’s out of this world, huh?”

“Isn’t there a counselor at Weiner you can ask?”

“No way! Being gay before puberty is bad karma, Reed.”

“Ask your mom then.”

“Mom says ass sex feels good, only she won’t tell me what it’s like. I don’t think she knows how it feels for guys,” Andi said seriously.

He wanted to keep talking about it. He could tell that Reed didn’t, especially after an ambivalent shrug. He drifted into the dining room, more curious than ever, yet resigned to not knowing for a while longer. His questions always lead to more questions. Sometimes, it seemed that he would never find out.

Reed watched him leave, excited in a way that made him shiver. The boy had a body that even straight men would lust after. He made himself take several deep breaths before he tried to read a story about the Rockefeller Center.

Andi stopped before an ornate serving table bearing an Art Nouveau Rookwood vase filled with Jacob’s fresh roses. Next to the vase was a bronze statuette of a naked adolescent boy. It was a 17^th century Florentine work, another gift to the Marquis Foscheri from the Czar. His grandfather had smuggled it out of Budapest.

“So Mom’s right; the pain goes away after a while,” Andi mused, fingering a little bronze cock, shiny from being touched for good luck.

She said he’d be sore when he had sex, not real sore, more like a burning sensation where the man’s penis went in. However, she’d also told him that there was something inside him that would make it feel good. It was related to his balls. He’d forgotten most of what she said. At the time, he was interested in feelings more than anatomical details.

“What did you say?” Reed called.

“Nothing… So after a few minutes it feels really nice?” he muttered, still fascinated by the statue.

He could’ve been have been the model if he was a couple of years older—he had the same lanky legs and perfectly proportioned abdomen. An insurance appraiser said the statue was worth $100,000, maybe more at Christie’s. His home was full of valuable things; most of them gifts to his mother. Her favorite was a Salvador-Dali-signed print of a discombobulated, stark-naked Virgin Mary. A plastic surgeon gave it to her. Like a trophy, it hung behind her bed.

“What if you’re a bottom and you don’t like getting fucked?” he asked, stroking the bronze belly with his thumb.

“You will after you’ve done it a couple of times. Try it with Noah. I guarantee you’ll love it by the third time,” Reed said flippantly.

“If I don’t, I’d better start liking girls,” Andi joked back, gagging for effect.

“If you want to find out what it’s like, you can always try it by yourself.”

Andi flounced into the kitchen and leaned back against the counter. “You mean with a finger, right?”

Reed nodded before he turned away and quickly picked up another magazine.

“It’s okay to do stuff like that?” Andi murmured, worried that Reed might tease him about it.

Definitely a fag in the making, Reed decided. “It’s what queers do. Most gay boys start off by putting things up their butts.”

Andi watched him turn pages from behind. “You mean like a dildo?”

Suddenly, Reed needed to change the subject. “You know you could be a model if you wanted.”

“You sound like Mom. What are you going to do with the photos from tonight?” Andi asked.

“Except for a few, they’re too hot to put on imgsrc,” Reed said, looking up from his magazine. “I might sell them to the girls at your school for pin-up material. They can play with their pussies looking at you doing pelvic thrusts.”

“You might sell a few to the ugly ones. You’ll probably do okay; most of them are ugly. ”

Reed inhaled. With skin stretched from taut lower belly to bony shoulders, Andi was perfect…. He stifled the thought.

“You could model for money, if you wanted.”

Andi rolled his eyes. “I’m not taking my clothes off for perverts.”

Reed flinched. “I was thinking of professional modelling. Brewer and Baker, they’re a high-end agency on Madison; they’re always looking for kids for their fashion work. You’re prime material, as cute as they come and you don’t need to shave.”

Andi folded his arms over his bare chest, modesty of no consequence, not when his erect penis was like a finger poking out his shorts.

“What’s shaving got to do with it?”

Reed glanced up at the baby-smooth boy, the barest hint of fluff on his forearms. “Ask someone who likes boys.”

“I don’t know anyone like that.”

However, Andi could point out men who liked looking at his bare skin. Once, when Jorge was cutting his hair, he’d dozed off in the chair and his tee-shirt had slipped up a couple of inches, just enough to uncover his belly button. He woke up to find the man gazing down, his eyes glazed over. Andi, barely nine years old, had blushed crimson. He was almost glad when Jorge looked away.

“Walter thinks you’re a doll. Ask him.”

Andi hadn’t expected that. He filed it away with eight inches. He focused his gaze until Reed squirmed.

“Walter’s not your usual gay,” Reed added apologetically.

“He must be weird if he likes doing you.”

“He’s into kink.”

Andi giggled, still posing against the counter. “Kinky as in he likes boys, or leather and whips?”

Reed swallowed and regretted saying it. He stared at the beautiful arched torso, thinking ‘Neil Nude’. He’d written a ten-page paper on that photo in college, including three pages about the navel as a cross-cultural symbol and sexual fetish. Andi’s belly button was just as perfect, a tiny whorl partially hidden by a ripple of skin from above. His next thought, ‘divine,’ was way out of place. Worse, just inches away, Andi’s fat little erection jutted into his shorts.

“No more Mapplethorpe for you,” he said, doing his best to avoid staring.

Andi giggled. He looked at Reed’s photo books nearly every time he visited Reed’s fashionable apartment/studio. Decoration by Walter was Starbucks modern adapted to New York queer. There were male fashion magazines stacked on the coffee table, and Mapplethorpe’s signed ‘A Perfect Moment’.

“Is Walter into bullwhips?” he smirked.

“Not exactly.”

“How about belts with Uranus buckles?”

“Give a rest.”

“I saw this website about how gays are into control. Kind of weird.”

“Discipline is cool.” Reed took a moment to think. “It’s not what most people think. Some of it gets extreme, weird too, but mostly it’s pretty tame, like pretending you’re fathers and sons, that sort of stuff.”

Andi’s smirk got bigger. “I wouldn’t mind getting tied up, stuff like that.”

“Except it would be against the law.”

“What does Walter do with you?”

“None of your business.”

“Mom says being gay is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“She’s right.”

“Then, why are you so uptight talking about stuff?”

“I’m not uptight.” Reed heard his voice waver.

Andi stared back. “Why do you keep looking away when I’ve got my shirt off?”

“I don’t. Didn’t your mom ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”

“A lot of men stare at me. I’m used to it.” Andi smirked again—an important part of the puzzle had suddenly dropped into place.

“Only because of your hair.

“Why do you like to take photos of me?” Andi shot back.

Reed cleared his throat and jumped off the precipice before he could stop himself. “You’re a good looking boy.”

Andi inclined his head, looking up coyly. “Mom thinks you want to take photos of me with my clothes off.”

“Right sex, wrong color, and you’re ten years too young; although I might make an exception for someone who’s as sexy as you.” Reed immediately wished he hadn’t said that.

“You really think I’m sexy?” Andi asked, suddenly nervous.

“Take a look in the mirror. You’re one gorgeous kid, even if you are a bit catty at times.”

Andi meowed and made like a cat—he’d seen the Broadway show with his mother and Alvin. Dumb songs and a dumber plot. He’d gotten his face painted afterwards, which was cool.

“Very cute. It’s pity I put the camera away.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to photograph me naked.”

Without warning, Andi pushed his skimpy shorts a few inches lower, showing off his entire belly. It wouldn’t take more than a jerk to finish the job.

Reed gulped, gawking at the beginning of boy-crotch, the bump of a very hairless, pale pubis, black satiny cloth stretched taut over Andi’s redirected erection. The kid was a step up from good-looking ; and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“That’s far enough.”

With a smirk, Andi tugged on the sides of his shorts. The waist slipped even lower, revealing the start of his penis. The urge grew instantly. He was sure Reed wanted to see the rest of his body as much as he wanted to show it.

“What if I want to?”

“Maybe next time I’ll take a couple of nude shots; if you still want to…”

“Now! I won’t tell anyone.”

Emboldened, he slyly relocated his foreskin-tipped erection. All it would take was one tiny tug and Reed would see his dick in the flesh.

Man and boy gazed at each other, Andi’s fingers still hooked over the elastic waist of his shorts. His solid sex pointed out, pulsating. All he needed was a nod. Instead, Reed inhaled deeply.

“I know you won’t. Your mom will be home soon. Time to put on a shirt.”

Chapter 4. ‘Exquisite’

“Put on a shirt, Andi.”

Andi seldom ignored his mother; however, this time he couldn’t help it. He felt funny inside, like tap-dancing mice were doing a number inside his chest. He knew it happened because Jacob Friedman was looking right at him. It wasn’t a casual glance. It was a long intense stare that focused on skin. The man’s gaze devoured him, his shoulders, his chest, his oversized nipples, his belly. It went all the way from his face to his shorts, and lower, where he had a quizzical expression, as if wondering what Andi was like under his shorts.

Being looked at down there, where a boy’s body defined male, made Andi uncomfortable, enough that goose pimples covered his arms.

“Andi?”

Her voice startled him.

Jacob smiled. “How’s my little cutie?” He usually called Andi his ‘little cutie.’

Andi smiled back. Somehow, he managed to squeak ‘hi.’

That was all it took. A smile exchanged and a nervous ‘hi’ and his penis stiffened immediately.

It happened so often that he should’ve been used to it. Instead, it made him feel even more nervous, like he was on display in the window at Saks Fifth. Of course, he understood some of what he felt. Sometimes it seemed like he was waking up from a dream with just a faint recollection that something wasn’t right; at other times he’d been that way from the day he was born. All he needed was a push in the right direction and the urge inside him would take over. Almost any other boy would’ve been ashamed. Not Andreas Fisher. Thanks to his mother, he knew he was gay— ‘not even one percent straight.’

“Andi?” His mother repeated.

At that very same moment, Andi decided it was how Jacob smiled at him that made him nervous. It was beyond having butterflies in his belly, or not being able to think of something funny to say. It was unsettling; the same weird jitteriness he felt when Gary smiled at him, or when Alvin pawed him, or Monica’s customer before he looked away. Reed smiled at him, and touched him too, only instead of making him uneasy, he became awkward. It happened every time that Reed arranged his body in a pose. It was as if he wanted to paw Andi’s body. Like the fragile porcelain statue in his mother’s bedroom, Reed was afraid to touch him more than necessary.

“There’s no need for him to get dressed on my account, Paula,” Friedman muttered before looking away. He had thick salt and pepper hair trimmed to bristles, and a five o’clock shadow, although he’d shaved only a few hours before. He was handsome in an Ashkenazi sort of way.

Jacob’s guilty interest in her partially clad, effeminate son fascinated her as much as Andi’s uneasiness around men.

“Is that a boner I see?” She smirked, deliberately looking from man to boy.

It was true of both males. Without underpants, Andi’s tight silky shorts showed off his very hard penis, just like she’d intended when she suggested he wear them when he went skating with Reed. Andi didn’t even glance down before he bolted through the living room and disappeared into his bedroom, one foot still bare, the other bright red like his face, his mother laughing behind him.

“I envy you, Paula. He’s delightful.”

“Most of the time he’s a treasure. However, he has his moments; like just now.”

“You shouldn’t embarrass him. Boys get erections for no reason at all,” Friedman chuckled. The possibility thrilled him.

“I’m sure there’s a reason this time.” Then, she smiled. “You realize why he’s aroused, don’t you?”

“Why?” Jacob muttered, still uncertain whether the bulge in Andi’s shorts had been a crease or a cock.

“Jacob, you’re blushing.” She stepped closer, getting hot too despite her nearly translucent Cortini blouse. “I think it’s cute.”

“What’s cute?”

“That a man who’s as important as you are can be turned on by a little boy.”

“I’m not turned on,” he denied fiercely, not daring to look down.

“I’m very accommodating compared to most women,” she teased.

She stroked his cheek, and then, with a gentle push, guided him into her bedroom where champagne, chocolates, and candles waited.

“Some men have needs that a woman can’t take care of,” she said sweetly. She closed the door behind him.

“Meaning?”

“What if a boy had the same needs as you?” she said, turning shrewd with a whisper.

Friedman mumbled something. She pressed her silk-covered breasts into him and he trembled. He’d never been so aroused.

“If no one knew, it wouldn’t be a problem,” she whispered even softer.

“Uh… What wouldn’t be a problem?”

It was all he could do to speak, his mind given over to remembering Andi, bare-chested. His over-sized nipples and dimpled navel were like cosmic back holes, and his lower belly before it disappeared under his shorts was surely the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And that small bulge sticking out was every bit as obvious as Andi’s little bare foot with its five tiny toes…

“You’re embarrassed about being attracted to him.”

“I’m not. I’m not like that,” Friedman muttered on the edge of coherence.

“Jacob, I understand, really I do.”

“I’m not attracted to him.”

She pulled him closer. “A man can do boys, if that’s what he likes.”

“Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I would never do something like that!”

“We could pretend I’m Andi, if you want. Pretending isn’t against the law yet.”

“I suppose that would be okay. It would be, wouldn’t it… if that was all it was?”

“Would you like to be friends with Andi?” Paula pressed harder. “You could hang out together.”

“I’ve always wanted to take a boy to the circus. My grandson hates clowns. I know it’s silly.”

“He’d love to go to the circus with you, just the two of you, like a date.”

“A date? I’m not sure. I mean…”

“You’ll have fun together, I guarantee it.”

“You wouldn’t mind me being alone with Andi?”

She shook her head ever so slightly.

“Really? I never expected… He’s so good looking.”

“He’s hot, isn’t he Jacob?” She blew warm air on his face. “Wouldn’t you rather be with him right now?” she continued, all the while imagining what the sexed-up little boy in the adjoining bedroom would say if he knew. The thought made her tremble.

“God, yes! No… I don’t mean…. Can we pretend that Andi and I are… you know... Friends? Just for tonight?”

“If that’s what you want. What about what you and I do? Do you want to do that with him?”

“Yes… I mean no… I, really,.. I couldn’t.”

“If I was Andi… and you were friends with him…. What would happen do you think?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Do you like me, Mr. Friedman?”

Jacob blinked rapidly, still resisting although her emphasis and softer voice were unmistakable. “Yes… Andi… yes, I like you very much…”

She smiled, easily playing her son’s part. “Do you know what I do with my best friend when we sleepover?”

“You play video games?”

“After we’re in bed, Silly. I don’t know why it’s called a sleepover, we don’t sleep very much,” she said. She giggled just like Andi did, of the mind that boy with boy was a natural way for a male to start having sex

So far, Noah and Andi hadn’t done more than peek at each other’s private parts and exchange a single quick touch. According to Andi, he instigated it, with naïve Noah along for the ride; although given the age difference it wouldn’t be long before he took the lead. The idea of them having sex amused her. Seeing them wrestle on the living room rug made her think of rambunctious puppies. Taking off their clothes and getting in the same bed was only to be expected. They could learn a lot by themselves, but it took a man to really teach a boy about gay sex.

“Imagine our little cocks are sticking out and ready to play with,” she cooed.

Jacob thought it through. He swallowed hard. “Can we pretend you’re Andi? Just for tonight. I can’t believe I’m saying this.”

She stepped back, pulling his hands as she went. As she led him to the bed, she whispered, “We’ll do whatever you want. The real thing is always better than pretending.”

“I could never do that. Not with Andi. He’s your son.”

“What if Andi wanted to do it with you?” she purred. She licked his ear, wondering if she needed to tell Andi to do that.

“I’d love to… Not with Andi though… I mean….”

“If he was really here, you could take off his shorts.” She licked again and he trembled. She’d have to include ear licking in Andi’s exercises. “You don’t need to ask before undressing me, Mr. Friedman.”

Mr. Friedman looked bewildered.

“I just love being naked, Mr. Friedman. Don’t you?” she purred, keeping to Andi’s musical treble.

“Yessss.” He licked his lips, panting. “Andi…. Can you open my zipper?”

She opened his zipper like her son would, three playful tugs before she clumsily reached inside.

“Ohhhh!” Friedman gasped in disbelief as she grasped his hot hardness through his boxers.

“It’s so big.”

He tensed, excitement out of control. “Um… I guess…. Compared to you, I’m sort of big.”

“You’re really, really hot, Mr. Friedman,” she crooned, imitating Andi’s inflection perfectly.

Her fingers sought the head of his penis. She squeezed harder than she normally would, just like a boy.

“Oohhh.” Jerking his hips forward, Jacob’s eyes went wild.

Like an inexperienced boy, she didn’t let up, her finger tickling in the groove underneath.

“Does it feel nice, Mr. Friedman?”

“Yessss! Um… You better stop… I don’t want to make a mess, Paula.”

“You’re close already? You like Andi a lot, don’t you?”

He nodded awkwardly, answering both questions at once. “Sometimes I imagine you’re my sister so I’m his uncle.” Then, he laughed nervously. “I never thought I’d say that to you.”

“Why not?”

“I thought you’d be angry.”

“Why on earth would I be angry?’

“Because… because it’s… you know. It’s not normal.”

“Andi’s not interested in girls, Jacob.” She squeezed his penis right on the tip, pinching off slippery fluid, soiling his already damp boxers.

“You mean? Andi? He can’t be…”

“I thought you knew. When he came home this afternoon, his little dick was hard as steel.”

“Why?”

“Because he saw a good looking man in the lobby. He’s moving in up the hall.”

“You don’t mean…”

“Don’t worry; he’s black,” she said with a wink. “Besides, Andi *likes* you, Jacob.”

“He does?”

“More than you think. You like him a lot too, don’t you?”

“Yes. He’s a wonderful boy… my son never was like him… I mean…”

“I know what you mean.”

“He’s always so nice …. And he’s so good looking. Exquisite really…”

She smiled at ‘exquisite.’ Though apt, it wasn’t a word that most men would use.

“He’s charming to talk to… and so funny…”

Realizing Andi’s first sexual experience with a man could be just around the next bend, she clasped Jacob’s hand. “You could go all the way with him and I wouldn’t mind,” she said very quietly.

“I couldn’t! You don’t mean… In his… his…”

“The word is ‘butt,’ Jacob,” she said with a smirk. It was all so right.

Friedman trembled. “I’d give anything to fuck him? I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You can say anything you want to when you’re with me, Jacob. Your secrets are safe here. The way I see it, it won’t be the end of the world when Andi gets laid, especially if it’s with a nice man like you.”

He trembled, her fingers teasing him through Chinese-silk boxers, kneading his hardness, so lightly that she barely touched the bloated head. She worked down to the root, cupping under his surprisingly big balls.

“It’s just a matter of time until it happens,” she purred, her thoughts racing ahead. “I want his first time to be special.”

“Um… his first time…”

“Actually, I was hoping you’d be interested in teaching him what to do?”

Friedman hesitated, not believing he’d heard right. “You’re joking, right?”

“What do you think?” Then, she winked.

He took a deep breath, not at all sure it was still a game. Playing anyway because it was too exciting not to. “Don’t you think he’s too young? I mean, you know, going the whole way… he’s not even ten…”

“Andi’s old enough to know what he wants. It’s going to happen sooner or later, and when it does, I want it to be with someone nice. Someone he likes.” She unfastened his shirt buttons and fondled his belly hair, thick black curls against skin that seldom saw sun. “He likes you a lot, Jacob,” she whispered, knowing it would take time to sink in.

“I like him a lot too.”

“He told me this afternoon that he wants to get to know you better,” she said, her voice even softer.

“Really?” He inhaled, thinking again that he hadn’t heard right.

“He needs a man like you; someone who’ll teach him what he needs to know. You could be his mentor.”

“You mean like a big brother?”

“I was thinking of something more intimate,” she said quietly.

“I’m not sure I understand…”

She kissed his cheek. “Oh, I think you know what I mean. Andi wants to find out about sex. You could teach him everything if you wanted.”

“I’d love to….”

“I know you’ll be good to him. He needs a special grown-up friend, someone he’ll never forget.”

“You’re not serious?”

She smiled. “Wouldn’t you like to be that man?”

“Um… Yes…. It’s still a game, right?”

“Life’s a game, Jacob.”

He gulped air. “What’s he like, um… you know… down there?” He licked his lips. “Pretend you’re him.”

“You want to know what my weenie looks like?” she teased, just like Andi.

“Is it… small?” Friedman struggled to get the words into place.

She picked up on his fantasy right away. “I’m nine. What do you think?”

She licked his jaw and moved back to his ear. Jacob trembled as her tongue swiped inside, her lips nibbling on his lobe.

“Silly me.”

“It’s not worth having as far as a woman’s concerned.” It was true, though she’d never put it quite like that to Andi.

“I’m sure you’re exaggerating,” Friedman chuckled. His penis was throbbing.

She smiled, thinking of the previous Sunday-- a chubby little worm came to mind. “It’s tiny when it’s limp. Of course, if you rub it…”

She clutched Friedman’s erection, deftly working the swollen head, waiting for him to take the bait.

He had to breathe first. It didn’t help. “It gets bigger,” he mumbled.

All she did was raise an eyebrow, her gaze locked on her extended thumb, flexing it as if showing him how analogy worked.

He blushed at the implication. “How hard does it get, Andi?”

“Like a crowbar.”

“God, I love your voice like that. You sound exactly like him.”

“His penis sticks straight out, not up like yours,” she went on, expertly rubbing his cock, mostly using her thumb until he got the message.

“Yessss.” His face was red, tiny beads of sweat like diamonds on his forehead.

“I’m surprised you haven’t noticed. He’s always got a hard-on when you’re here.”

“Boys can’t help it. Spontaneous erections they’re called. It happens all the time. It doesn’t mean anything.”

She stroked his thigh. “I think it shows who he likes.”

“You can’t mean… he likes me like that?”

“I don’t think it’s bad if he likes men, do you?”

Friedman agreed, turning weak as she sucked on his earlobe. “This is incredible!” He wiped his brow. “Be Andi again,” he muttered.

“I’m so hot, Jacob,” she whispered, imagining him saying it.

“You’re so good looking. I wish I had a photo of you.” He hesitated. “With your shirt off.” He laughed nervously.

“There are lots of photos of him like that on the Internet, if you know where to look,” she teased. She suckled his neck, using her tongue in his ear to make him tremble before she whispered the location.

“I don’t believe this is happening.” He inhaled. “Can we get undressed?”

“You want me take off your clothes, Mr. Friedman?”

She rubbed her thumb over his leaking glans, smearing slime before she licked what was left.

“Andi… Oh my. Would you….please….”

She stripped him, dropping his clothes one by one on the floor, handmade shoes, Armani trousers, tailored-in-London shirt, $90 silk boxers. She left his calf-length socks on, although it made him look ridiculous.

She looked him over like Andi would. He was handsome, not overweight, though he had enough of a paunch to justify only a passing grade on her son’s ‘hot’ scale.

“You’re soooo sexy,” she said with a giggle that could have been Andi’s. She took his engorged manhood in her hand and squeezed.

“You’re sexy too, Andi.”

”What if I told you he sleeps nude?” she whispered, back to mom-voice for the moment.

“All the time?”

“I don’t even have pajamas.”

“Ohhhh!... I’d love to see that… I mean if he’s like that… “ He turned to look at the wall separating the bedrooms. “Is he nude now?”

She kissed his chin. “Very likely. You can take a peek, if you want….”

“But…”

“Not now, of course. Later on. He won’t know if he’s asleep.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Why would I care?” She kissed his cheek again, expertly mauling his oozing glans. “I’ve been around the block enough to know what men like.”

“I’m not like that!”

She smirked at his protest. “Boys are the same way. Andi’s so cute when he’s horny. When he’s excited, his little cock gets so hard.”

“So soft on the outside; so hard on the inside,” he said wistfully.

“Exactly. He’s ready for sex, even if it’s not very big.”

“Yesss.”

“You like boys with small ones, don’t you?”

“Not too small. I expect it’s because mine’s not that big….”

She grasped Jacob’s thickness even harder. “You’re perfect for Andi’s little ass,” she whispered, breathless at the thought.

“I’d give anything…” He was moments from ejaculating, drunk with desire. “Do Andi some more.”

“My, you are turned on, aren’t you?” she purred in his ear.

His trembling fingers moved from her thigh and onto her panties. With his thumb on her hip, his fingertips grazed her bald mound. “So smooth….”

She hadn’t expected him to get so excited so quickly. It thrilled her too, deep down. Her thumb slid on the crown of his penis, smearing slime all over it.

“Not as smooth as Andi. The only hair he’s got is on his head.”

“I always thought boys weren’t interested in sex until they got hair.”

She laughed. “He’s a Foscheri. Trust me, he’s interested.”

“How… um how can you tell?”

“He’d be so embarrassed if he knew I told you.” She leaned closer and whispered, “He plays with it all the time.”

“He already masturbates? I didn’t start until I was 13. I think my grandson does it. He’s 12… always in the bathroom with the door locked.” Friedman trembled.

He made a point of going in afterwards to look for signs. So far he hadn’t found anything, not even a stray sticky droplet, although the seat was always sweaty hot.

“Andi’s too young to cum. He has dry ones instead.”

“He goes all the way… in front of you?”

“I’ve seen him do it four times in a row. It’s really funny watching him try to shoot.”

“You haven’t seen him orgasm… not really… have you?”

Paula just smiled.

“Oh my! I wish I could see him do that.”

She guided him onto the bed, petting his fat oozing glans, delighting in the variation on their usual over-in-five-minutes missionary intercourse.

“Andi has no secrets from me. He’s always going around without clothes on.”

“I haven’t seen my grandson without his pants since he stopped wearing diapers.”

“Little boys have such beautiful bodies, so smooth and soft, and sexy too, especially when their little cocks are stiff.”

“I’ve never seen my grandson like that.”

“On Sundays, we sleep in. Andi’s right here with me. He’s in my bed for hours with nothing on.”

“Nothing on,” Friedman repeated.

“That’s when he gets off. He plays with himself nonstop. Andi the Energizer Bunny. You won’t believe how fast he masturbates,” she whispered. She’d never seen Jacob’s penis get so hard, and he was producing pre-cum like a much younger man. “Sometimes I think he’ll pull his dick off. I’ve even seen him rub till it’s red.”

“I did that a few times when I was a teenager. I can’t believe he’s still immature.”

”A boy doesn’t need hair to masturbate.”

“I know; but he’s not even ten.”

“He’s advanced for his age, Jacob. He’s constantly horny…”

Jacob exhaled. “I… it’s just… well… he seems so normal.”

“He’s not. I know because he tells me what he’s thinking about,” she said coyly.

Her fingers dragged through his chest hair, easily imagining Andreas doing the same thing. Wetness seeped into her panties. “You know why he flirted with you tonight? He’s got a bad case of puppy love.”

“For me?”

“That’s why he had his shirt off. It’s just a matter of time until he strips for you.” She smirked at the thought—Andi would do it without hesitating if she told him it was okay.

“He’s beautiful. His nipples are so sexy,” Jacob sighed.

“Wait until you see his photos,” she cooed.

Friedman almost panted. “I want to know all about him. Tell me… pretend like Andi again.”

“What do you want to know, Mr. Friedman?”

“Um… what it’s like… your… cock? Are you circumcised?”

Paula smirked, her hand slowly stroking up and down, dragging it out, her thumb barely twirling on the engorged head. “For you, I am.”

“When you’re hard, is it tight?” Friedman asked, his voice oddly husky.

“You like them tight?” she pressed, her fingernail scraping lightly under the head.

He had to make himself inhale. “The tighter the better.”

“My dick’s so tight it’s shiny.”

“Oh my!” Friedman sucked air into his lungs. “You use your mom’s hand lotion right? I mean when you masturbate?”

“Vaseline’s better. I like it slippery.” She had to smile, wondering what he would think if he knew the last time she’d seen her son masturbating properly his penis was covered in olive oil. She pulled his head closer and whispered, “I’d be surprised if he wasn’t playing with his cock right now.”

“Noooooo?”

“Pretend he’s in here with you, Jacob,” Paula whispered. “You reach down and put some Vaseline on him, Jacob. It’s not stiff, so you rub him, slow and gentle, just your fingertips on the end.”

“On the head is best.”

“He gets hard as steel when I do it like that.”

“You haven’t?” he muttered. When she smiled, he almost cried. “Tell me.”

“When he gets a hard-on, it’s only a little bit bigger, not like yours.” She stroked his cheek with her thumb, then his lips, making him kiss the tip before she stopped.

“Small is best for a boy.” He sounded almost sad.

“Small, but really, really hard,” she whispered in his ear. He sighed deeply. “So hard it’s like a bone inside.”

“Bone hard… is so sexy.”

“When it’s nice and hard, I do it like this.” She used Andi’s voice as she rubbed him gently with only a finger and thumb on his shaft, little boy style, the way Andi liked most. “When he gets really excited, the tip is like a cherry on top.” She added another finger and pinched his engorged knob.

“I bet he likes to play with it. I know I did when I was a boy.”

“Mostly, he goes up and down really fast.” She licked his lips.

“Yesssssss!”

“I’ve seen his balls get so tight it looks like he doesn’t have any.”

“Ohhhhh that’s hot.” Jacob quivered.

“He’s hot for you,” she said, utterly shameless now that she knew what turned him on.

He was close, her fingers still barely touching him, yet flicking swiftly. She held her other thumb in front of his face.

“His little dick slopes back at the end, just like this,” she purred, back to rubbing his cheek and lips with the ball of her thumb. “I know he’d love to show it to you.”

“Do you think he would? I know it’s a lot to ask…” He took a deep breath. “I’d give anything to touch it just once.”

“You really want to play with Andi’s cock, don’t you?”

“A second or two, that’s all. I wouldn’t do anything else, not if he didn’t want to.”

“I’m sure he will. We’ll have to ask him, won’t we?” Paula whispered, reaching down. She grasped her crotch, massaging frantically as she brought him to the edge.

“That would be so… Oh God!” he groaned.

Friedman shuddered and ejaculated globs of milky seed over himself, dribbling on his furry groin, a few droplets splattering halfway up his hirsute chest. He slumped onto the bed and she crawled over him. She rubbed their fronts together, spreading semen over Jacob’s dark fur and her smooth brown abdomen.

“You could make a boy very happy doing this,” she purred.

It was easy to imagine Andi doing it. He’d giggle nonstop, at least until he got used to having a man’s slippery fluid on his body. Andi would play with it, making a big deal about how much there was; so she did too.

“I’ve never shot this much, my best ever.” He was still gasping.

“You’ll be the best thing that ever happened for Andi.” She smeared it over Jacob’s belly, anointing his hairy navel.

“Me too. I can’t believe we’re talking like this.”

“You could take him everywhere you wanted. No one would know you weren’t his uncle.”

“I’ve never dreamed… I’m in New York once a month. I’d love to see him.”

“I don’t see why you couldn’t stay here instead of a hotel.”

She placed a chocolate between his lips, ivory chocolate and smooth coconut crème. “Andi’s favorite,” she whispered.

He sighed and savored the subtle flavors. “That was the best.”

Chapter 5. ‘Drooling.’

“That was the best, Mom,” Andreas declared.

Having endorsed his mother’s apricot crepes with a luscious lip lick, he pushed his plate away. His usual breakfast was French bread from the bakery on the corner with fruit salad, or muesli cereal; the Hungarian treat was because Friedman stayed over. He’d left while Andi was showering, shouting his usual ‘goodbye.’

“You should eat more, Sweetie. They’re low cal, honestly.”

She watched his weight like a hawk. The goal was a body mass index (BMI) of 15.8, which meant 62 pounds for his height. She tousled his freshly shampooed hair, mussing it up until he looked like a bedraggled puppy.

“Jacob talked about you last night. You won’t believe what he said.”

He wiped his lips with a lace serviette. “What?”

“I’d better not say.”

“Mom!” Andi growled, leaning across to pick up his latest gift. Instead of the usual $100 iTunes card, Jacob had left the latest Ratchet & Clank game on the kitchen counter, and a Ben Franklin with a heart drawn on it.

Paula laughed. “He thinks you’re hot.”

“He didn’t say that!”

“He did. With those miniscule shorts of yours and no shirt, what’s not to like? You turned him on big time.”

“Really?”

“He was drooling over you. Didn’t you notice?” Paula said teasingly.

Andi blushed noticeably. “Dogs drool, Mom.”

She patted his arm. “My beautiful gay boy is growing up. It’s so much fun seeing you get interested in sex. It’s like watching a bird spread its wings and take flight for the first time.”

“Did he really say I was hot?”

“At least three times.”

“Reed said I was hot too,” Andi added thoughtfully.

“You’re a very sexy boy, definitely a Foscheri.”

He handed her what was left of his glass of milk, more interested in Ratchet & Clank.

“So tell me; did my little Kolbász misbehave last night?” she teased as she emptied the glass.

Andi rolled his eyes. “It wouldn’t go down.”

“You were stiff the whole time?”

“Pretty much. What did you mean about being a Foscheri?”

“Having sex early runs in the family, Sweetie.”

“You said I’m too young to do it.”

“That was Christmas, Honey.”

“Nothing wrong with wishing, right?” Andi said, grinning from ear to ear. He’d put ‘horny bear’ on his Christmas list for a lark.

“I expect Santa got confused.”

Santa brought him a big, anatomically correct, teddy bear in leather chaps.

“The Dude is cool, Mom.” Still hungry, Andi picked grapes from the plate. “So, what’s the big deal about being a Foscheri?”

“Remember I told you about Anton Foscheri falling in love with a man when he was your age?”

“It was hundreds of years ago, Mom.”

“What I didn’t tell you was he was the first of many. Being sexually aroused around men is normal for Foscheri boys. Don’t ever tell him I told you. Your grandfather was bending over years before he started puberty.”

“Grandpa? No way!”

“He had sex when he was eight,” she confided.

“You’re making it up, Mom.”

“I’m not.”

Andi frowned as he thought it through. “Grandpa really had sex when he was eight?”

She took his hand, stroking his thin smooth fingers, long like hers. “I’m sure he was doing stuff even before then. That’s when he lost his virginity. “

“I know you’re kidding, Mom.”

“It can happen even younger sometimes. Depending on the boy, it’s okay.” She winked at him.

“Meaning if he’s gay?”

“That’s part of it. Most boys don’t know what their cocks are for until they start puberty. Not Foscheri boys.”

Andi grinned.

“That’s why I’m not bothered by the man-boy thing with you. You ooze sex, Sweetie. Everything you do is hot.”

“Thanks to Weiner, I’m morally responsible, Mom,” Andi snickered.

“Good luck on that. Men will be queuing up around the block to get into your pants.”

Andi looked down, his ears turning pink. “Why do you always say stuff like that?”

Paula laughed and hugged him. “Because it’s true, Sweetie. Trust your mother when it comes to knowing what men want. You’re perfect for a man like Jacob, the right age, nice body, perfect ass, and you’re as cute as a button.”

“All told, I’m pretty sexy, huh?”

“It explains why men like Jacob are attracted to you.”

“Reed kind of said something like that too,” Andi replied.

“You might as well get used to it. That’s why I let you put Reed’s photos on that website. You’re a boy-lover’s boy, Honey.”

“That’s me in a nutshell, alright.”

“Trust me, you are. You’re incredibly sexy for your age. Everything about you is hot.” She pushed up his shirt sleeve to examine the faint fluff on his arms. “And you’re so smooth and slender, you’re a joy to look at. Jacob would love to get his hands on you. Last night, he got off just from talking about you. He had little help from me, but mostly he was thinking of you.”

Andi smirked. “Your room was pretty quiet last night.”

He’d listened to the murmur of voices from his mother’s room. There was more talking than usual, plus it didn’t sound like Jacob was fucking her, not like some men who made her bed rattle against the wall.

“We were listening to you too. He wanted to hear you masturbate.”

“Mom!”

“You always play with yourself before you fall asleep.”

“I do not!”

“You didn’t do it last night?”

“If you really heard me, I don’t need to say.”

The night before he’d pretended he was doing it with Reed, rubbing faster and harder than he normally did. He lasted six minutes before his dry climax blasted through him. It was a first-rate one, verging on painful by the time his pelvis jerked frantically.

She laughed. “It sounded good. Did you rub on the tip?”

“For a while.”

“With the skin pulled back like I showed you?”

“It’s really sensitive when I do it like that, Mom.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is. That’s how circumcised boys do it.”

Andi shrugged. From what he’d observed in the restroom, he was one of the few boys in his school to have a foreskin, which was weird even though it was natural.

She gave his shoulder a playful cuff. “Now the skin comes back so easily, you should do it the same way.”

“What if I don’t like it as much?”

“You need to get used to the extra feelings, Honey. Practice makes perfect, plus it’ll stop the cheese smell.” She always joked with him about masturbating.

“Why did you have to go and tell Jacob?”

“I didn’t tell him everything. Just that you play with your weenie.”

“You might as well tell him I’m gay, Mom!”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about. Besides, every boy masturbates, Sweetie, not just horny gay boys”

“You still shouldn’t have told him.”

“We were just having fun. Anyway, I made most of it up.”

“Like what?”

“You’re circumcised and you use Vaseline when you masturbate. He thought that was hot.”

“He needs to get out more.”

“Did you have a good time with Reed?”

“The usual.”

Before dinner at Mickey D’s, they’d gone into Central Park. Andi skated alongside Reed as he jogged, all the way down to Bethesda Terrace. While Reed wheezed and sweated, Andi showed off, racing around the Angel of the Waters fountain, faster and faster until he was giddy, Reed snatching action shots and laughing. When he stopped, face flushed and panting, Reed called him over and bought him an ice cream to cool him down.

“He called me ‘his little hottie’ again,” Andi let slip, though he was going to tell her eventually.

“Well you are. From now on, we’ll have to be careful when Jacob’s here, otherwise my little boy might end up in bed with him.”

“I was thinking about what you said yesterday afternoon. It Reeds not interested, I guess I wouldn’t mind having sex with him,” Andi said quietly.

She didn’t answer right away. “If you really want to, I think you’re ready.”

Andi knew he was ‘ready.’ It was all he thought about. “I’m ready, Mom.”

“It’s your ass I’m worried about.”

“It’s ready too.”

Just about every time he masturbated, he inserted his finger covered in spit. He saved his hairbrush for when his mother was out with a client. He needed time to savor the sensations, to work himself into a frenzy.

“Your hairbrush, I assume you push it all the way?”

He nodded. “There’s like this ache deep-down inside me that feels like I need to rub it really hard.”

Sometimes, he poked so hard that he worried he might hurt himself. As good as it was, it always seemed like there was even more fun to be had.

“Oh Sweetie, I had no idea you were that far along.” She exhaled. “That changes things.”

Andi stood up, still eating his handful of grapes. “Mom, I need to leave for school.”

“I’ll walk you down in a minute.” She held him at arm’s length. “I want you to answer me honestly. I’ll let you do it with Jacob, if you want. You’ll have to be very careful, of course.”

Andi met her eyes, not at all sure she’d really said that. “You mean because of AIDS?”

“It isn’t a problem if you use a condom. The thing is no one can find out you’re having sex with a man. No one, understand?”

“You know I can keep secrets.”

She paused, dwelling again on the idea that kept her awake for most of the night, an idea that had come to her when she took Jacob into Andi’s bedroom. She’d never seen infatuation like that, desire so strong that it made a man tremble, and then he ejaculated without even being touched. Afterwards, Jacob slept like a dead man beside her.

“What if you could do what I do?” she asked cautiously.

“Do what, Mom?”

She fondled his hair, just slightly coarser than silk, easily imagining Jacob doing the same thing. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. Some things were meant to be, despite laws that said otherwise.

“If you wanted, you could entertain men like I do.”

“You mean… have sex for money?”

“I’ll take care of that part of it. You can spend some of it; the rest we’ll put away for college. We’d pretend they’re uncles or close friends of the family.”

“But… Um… So would I do everything you do?”

“If you wanted.” She smiled, still caressing his head. Her ‘little boy’ was emerging, ready to shed his innocence. “I think ten’s old enough. It’s your decision.”

“I’ll go to parties with them?”

“Not parties, at least not parties like I go to. They’ll take you out, of course.” She kissed his hair, gently stroking a soft warm ear.” I expect you’ll go to the zoo, or ball games, kid places so you’ll have a good time.”

“That’s all?”

She nearly laughed. “Anything else is up to you, Sweetie. After you’ve spent time with a man… gotten to be friends with him, nature takes over. I’m sure he’ll want to be alone with you, and vice versa.”

“So he’ll sleep in my bedroom?”

“If that’s what you want.” She smoothed out his hair so he was ready for school.

After panicking for a few heartbeats, Andi managed to say, “I’d like that a lot.”

“They’ll be special friends, Andi.” She knew he understood what she meant. She still added, “They’ll expect to have sex with you. You won’t be the same afterwards.”

Andreas considered it for a moment, not exactly sure what she meant by ‘same.’ He got out a nervous giggle. “Will I make as much money as you do?

“I’m not talking about selling your body, Andi. The men you’ll be with will be very special friends. They’ll give you gifts because they like you.”

“They won’t be as expensive as what your clients give you though?”

She smiled. “They will be if you’re extra nice to them.”

‘Extra nice’ needed no explanation.

“But I’m a kid?”

“Even more reason for them to be generous. I’ll arrange it so you don’t have to do anything with them. Not unless you want to.”

“I’ve always wanted to do what you do,” he said more boldly, stepping to the counter to pick up his backpack.

“You should have said something earlier,” she teased. Andi grinned, far more eager than she expected. “It must be in your genes.” Andi looked down. “Not those jeans, silly, although the proof is definitely in your jeans. Just look at Kolbász.”

“I can’t help it.” He pushed at the front of his jeans, trying to make his erection point up instead of out where it rubbed against his zipper.

“You’re definitely a Foscheri,” she teased.

He grinned back. “Don’t tell Grandpa.”

She beckoned him back to the table, smiling strangely. “He already knows.”

“You told him I’m into guys, didn’t you? You promised, Mom.”

“I know I promised, Sweetie. All I did was confirm what he’d figured out himself. No big deal.”

Andi leaned over to pinch the crepe untouched on his plate to eat on the way to school. “Gotta run, Mom.”

She caught his free hand. “I’ll give you a credit card for a taxi. You’re sure about this?”

“You’re always saying we’re alike, Mom.”

“Because we are.” She rubbed his fingers, so small compared to hers. “You’d rather be with Reed, wouldn’t you Sweetie?”

“Yeah, but it was like what you said. I told Reed about that gay guy I saw with Monica to see if he got jealous.”

“I know you like Reed a lot…”

“What if I do?”

She changed her mind at the last moment. “I’m not trying to pry, Honey.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Puppy love is perfectly normal at your age.”

He scowled back.

“You’d really like to have sex with him, wouldn’t you?”

“I guess... I mean… yeah… I think about it all the time… He’s so cool, Mom. He said he likes me… only he isn’t into boys.”

“You asked him?”

“Kind of. He said I’m hot, only I’m ten years too young. I don’t want to wait until I’m twenty. I want to do it right now.”

“Today?”

He grinned. “Tomorrow’s okay.”

She smiled back, very aware there was no point in postponing the inevitable. Having sex with a man should’ve been the last thing a boy his age wanted to do, yet Andi’s mind had been made up from the moment he saw his first gay website.

“My beautiful gay boy must really want to have sex.”

“I’ll do it with Alvin if I have to,” he muttered, avoiding her eyes.

Jokes and teasing ended. She waited a moment. “I think you should start with Jacob…”

“While he’s here? Can I? Really?”

“You’re definitely a Foscheri boy!” she laughed. “Last time, are you sure you want to do this, Honey?”

Andi didn’t need to think about it, not after a year of staring in awe at photos of men masturbating each other, cock sucking, and fucking. “When do I start?”

She laughed. “You realize your men-friends will be like mine?” she asked, just to make sure. “They’re nice, but they’re older than I’d like them to be.”

Andi could help giggling. It would be fun having a man-friend, even a man in his mid-fifties like Noah’s father.

“Your men-friends are cool, Mom.”

“The good thing about older men is they’re also rich.”

Rich meant lots of expensive presents—games for his PlayStation, toys, clothes, a faster computer.

“They aren’t that old, Mom.”

“You’re just like the first marquis,” she teased. “He liked older men too.”

“Peter III wasn’t that old. He was 36 when he died, Mom.”

His mother reached down and playfully fondled his crotch. After a few seconds, she captured his penis between her fingers, squeezing the stubby shaft through a layer of stone-washed denim.

“Going commando again?”

“Duh,” Andi giggled.

“Whatever will I do with you? If you play your cards right….”

She stopped herself in time. Jacob was right; her son was ‘exquisite.’ He could make enough for an ivy-league education in a year.

“… they’ll be drooling over you,” she finished with finesse.

“’Drooling,’ Mom?”

“Salivating, then. If you’re going to do it, you’re doing it properly,” she added firmly.

“Properly?”

She hadn’t done it the Greek way until she was pregnant. It wasn’t all that enjoyable for a woman, although she pretended it was. It was different for boys—they didn’t have to pretend.

“You want the men to really like you?” She cupped her hand over his groin, holding him captive until he nodded. “There are things you’ll need to do to make sure they’re satisfied.”

“What do you meant by ‘satisfied’?”

She gave his erection a squeeze. “You know how a man and a boy make love, that’s what you’ll do with your clients.”

She patted her son’s bottom meaningfully. He knew more about homosexual intercourse than most adults.

“I want to have sex, Mom.”

“Didn’t you wear that sweater to school yesterday?”

“I washed it last night, Mom.”

She massaged his butt, feeling adventurous, entranced by warm rounded firmness, knowing that only a thin layer of denim separated them. She came dangerously close to his crack before she plucked open the metal button at the front of his jeans. Her forefinger extended into the gap, following the silky heat of his belly. It was flat, firm and smooth all the way down. She felt around, gently caressing, amused by a delightful little throb when she stroked the tip of his stubby erection. She toyed with the excess foreskin, lightly squeezing the tiny helmet underneath.

In the heat of the moment, Andi sighed. He could feel her fingertips pressing down, exposing the tender head. She knew what he liked, rubbing her thumb pad deliberately in the groove, her other fingers groping, gliding up and down his stiff penis. Andi reacted on cue. He pushed closer.

She felt her son’s boyhood jump as he flexed, hungry and hot. He was ready for intercourse, even if his cock wasn’t that big.

“You can if you want,” Andi murmured as if consent was important.

“You’ll do whatever it takes to go to school in a taxi, won’t you? Pull your tummy in, Sweetie,” she said, her fingertips already extending lower to stroke his precious boy-balls, mostly playing with excess silky skin.

Andi was certain she was going to take down his pants. Instead, she withdrew her hand. A moment later, she slipped her other hand under the waist of his jeans and onto his bare bottom, her finger pressing along his crack.

“Having a cute little butt is essential for a boy like you,” she said hoarsely.

Andi swallowed, tensing slightly as her fingertip squirmed into his hot crevice.

“Your butt is so cute,” she went on, pressing in gently.

Suddenly, he felt lightheaded. Part of him wanted to tell her he’d be late for school, even going by taxi. Instead, it was all he could do to breathe as her fingertip tickled his sex hole. It was tight, though not as tight as she expected.

“A bit looser won’t hurt you…. Can I go inside, Honey?”

Andi replied with a less-than-certain shrug, telling himself it was no different than having his temperature taken. She spread his cheeks with her fingers and carefully prodded at his opening, her fingernail scratching, arousing excitable nerves, fascinated by her son’s moist pucker. It pulsed, almost needy. She pushed gently. It always surprised her how easily her finger slipped inside his anus. This time was no different. His inner heat greeted her fingertip, his anus squeezing yet not trying to keep her out. She stopped, just past the first joint when he finally tightened reflexively.

“You have to get used to being touched by someone else,” she muttered, keeping her finger in place.

“It feels weird, Mom.”

“Weird but nice right?”

“Mmhmm… it tickles kind of....”

She eased out her finger, circling the tender rim until Andi inhaled, making him aware of how sensitive he was there. He felt hotter all over as her finger penetrated his sex hole again, poking at his sphincter. The pressure slowly faded and she advanced cautiously, stopping again when she reached the start of his rectum. After a moment, she pulled back, removing her hand from the seat of his jeans.

“Your little hole is awfully tight.”

“Only until I sleep with Jacob,” Andi quipped.

She added a playful swat on his bottom. “If you’re going to be sexually active, you need to get used to having something bigger than a finger inside you.”

He grinned. “Hairbrush?”

“It’s not nearly big enough for what you need.”

“One of your dildos?”

She handed over her Citibank MasterCard. “I’ll buy you your own one the next time we’re in the Village. Meanwhile, you’ve got a lot to learn.”

“I know how guys have sex, Mom.”

“To make love to a man, there’s a lot more to it than sticking his cock up your ass.”

“So teach me how do it?”

Chapter 6. “Gorgeous’

“How to do it, is the question. I’ve told him what happens, but what he really needs is a guy’s point-of-view.”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

Paula laughed. “You’re such a fossil, Reed. How old were you the first time you did it?”

Reed hesitated, although it was obvious what she meant. “I’d just turned twelve.” He’d only told a few of his friends.

“What happened?”

Reed looked away. He sat on the same stool that Andi had posed on the night before, remembering the best day of his life. He was a young twelve, no hair except on his head. In fact, his balls hadn’t dropped. That didn’t stop him from venturing off by himself. The man, a professor of archeology at New York University, spotted him on Park Avenue.

“One Saturday afternoon when my parents were fighting… I went for a walk… I’d heard about perverts hanging out in Central Park.”

“You were looking for sex?”

“I was a dumb kid. I was lucky it turned out okay. I liked him right from the start. He was funny. He bought me an ice cream, said he only did that for sexy boys. Mostly we talked and walked, kind of pretending we were father and son. After a while, we held hands. I couldn’t stop trembling. Randolph; that was his name.”

“Randy; how sweet.”

“He took me to his place the next day. He had a brownstone a few blocks from where we lived. ”

“You didn’t know how dangerous that was?”

“I was a really dumb kid.” He still remembered everything. “It was a bit of a shock.”

“You had sex with him after one day?”

“We made out, that’s all.” Reed smiled. “It was all good. Lots of hugging and tickling. I’ve always liked being held. Something to do with my father ignoring me, I expect,” he added.

“So why do you have a problem with Andi being attracted to men?”

Reed shrugged feebly. He couldn’t stop thinking about the last photo session, Andi’s barrage of questions, the way he kept flirting.

“I don’t. I expect it, actually. Most gay boys get interested around puberty.”

“Why are you such a stick-in-the-mud about Andi having sex?”

“He’s way too young. He’s better off experimenting with someone his age.

“He’s not into boys.”

“It’s safer.”

“I would never let him do anything dangerous.”

“He’s too young. You’re crazy to even consider it.”

“He’s very grown up for his age.”

“Yes he is. This is different…” Reed paused. “Being with a man, a few years makes a big difference.”

“I know. I started when I was his age.” Paula thought for a moment. “Were there other men after Randolph?”

Reed sighed. “I was fairly promiscuous for a couple of years. It’s normal for gays. Kids are the same way.”

“Andi wants this more than anything. He’s going to do it eventually. I’d prefer he’s with someone I trust.”

“It’s a pity most parents don’t understand what it’s like for a gay boy.”

“What was it like for you?”

“Awful. I felt so guilty. I knew my parents would disown me if they found out…” Reed looked at a crayon sketch of Andi skating. It didn’t do him justice. “When men looked at me, it was like I existed only to satisfy them.”

She smiled encouragingly. “You were a cutie so they looked a lot.”

Reed shrugged. “Not cute enough to do me any good.” She gave him a querying look. “It’ll be worse for Andi. He’s so good looking that men will take risks.”

“Did I tell you a man jerked off right in front of Andi three years ago? He’s been interested ever since.”

“Jesus! I was ten. I started off looking at men in fashion magazines. Riding the subway to piano lessons was best; so many gay guys got on at Christopher St. I’d be sweating in the middle of winter. I even talked to a few when I thought it was safe. I didn’t do anything, though I had a few offers.”

“You hear a lot about boys being groomed beforehand?”

“Mostly it’s straight boys who get groomed. Gay boys usually don’t need more than a come on, and a gentle shove to get over their inhibitions.”

“What happened with you and Randolph?

“For the first few days, it was mostly harmless, cuddling in front of the TV and wrestling without clothes on. I was uptight so he got me used to being nude before anything sexual happened. I didn’t realize it at the time, but he knew what he was doing. After a week of getting my ass fingered, I was ready to go the whole way.”

“He had you at 12?”

“The first time was three days after my birthday. It was kind of an extra present; he gave me a camera too. I wanted him to do it, but it was still a hell of a shock. I spent the whole morning in his bedroom so we did it twice. I cried each time he put it in. It was terrible.”

“Me too. It was ten times worse than losing my virginity. There was blood everywhere and he wasn’t even that big.”

“I was lucky that way. I liked it once it stopped hurting. It was all so right. I hated myself afterwards. I wanted to stop, only I had to keep doing it. That’s what it’s like for a gay boy. Once he’s had sex with a man, it’s not something he can control.”

“I’ve heard for a guy it’s a few minutes of agony followed by ecstasy you never forget. It’s not that way for a woman. Certainly not what I’d call ecstasy.”

“Afterwards, he licked me everywhere and said I tasted so good. I think that’s why I went back.”

“You did it a lot after that?”

“I went to his place nearly every day. I couldn’t stop going there.”

“I wish you’d talk to Andi about it. He really needs to know what to expect.”

“I can’t. Not about that.”

“I understand. He’s got a crush on you, you know.”

“I figured. He told me Monica rented 3107 to a gay guy yesterday, like he was testing me.”

“That would be Andi,” she laughed. “I met him downstairs. David Carter; he said he’s with Levinstein, Feldstein, and Friedman.”

“Monica introduced us in the gym…. Another lawyer is just what this building needs.”

“He seems okay though?” She nodded reassuringly, sipping coffee.

“I’m not so sure.” Reed thought it through again and came up with the same thing. “He said his fiancé is in personnel training so she travels a lot.”

“You mean my little boy’s gaydar isn’t 100 percent?”

He chuckled. “Personally, I think he’s right on target. There’s something else….” He paused, still not certain. “He had too many questions, not about living here, about people on our floor.”

“So he’s curious about his new neighbors. What’s wrong with that?”

“Mostly, he wanted to know about Andi and you.”

“After you told him what I did for a living?” she teased.

He reddened. “I said you consulted in human relations. It’s was uncanny… like he already knew everything.”

“I don’t think I mentioned it what I did when I met him downstairs. Are you sure you won’t talk to Andi?”

“I’d rather not.”

“You were in love with Randolph, weren’t you?”

Eventually, Reed relented. “He was everything to me. I never dreamed life could be so good. I was so happy. He got me interested in photography so it wasn’t always about sex. When we did it…. Oh man, was it incredible or what?”

She smiled encouragingly. “Lucky you. The first time I did it back there, I was 12. He was a pre-med student at Columbia. He preferred butt over pussy, but he kept trying to prove he was straight. Mostly we did doggy. It was okay except it was messy.”

“It’s better for guys. Randolph could give me orgasm after orgasm. It drove me wild. Sometimes, I’d wet the bed.” Reed kept his head down, idly toying with his coffee cup. “There were times it lasted an hour. He used to say the longer the better. I blacked out a few times.”

She looked directly into his eyes. “Tell me how to get Andi ready.”

“All gay boys do it before they’re ready.” He paused, back to toying with his coffee cup. “The first time it felt like he ripped my guts out my ass. The whole thing was pretty intense, not just putting in, everything…”

“Sounds familiar.”

He chose his words carefully. “A while back, Randolph introduced me to his nephew. When he was nine, they spent an entire summer together.”

“And?”

“Randolph has a place in South Carolina, an old plantation.” He hoped it sounded random. “After a week, they were totally in love.”

“True love at nine?”

Reed shrugged. “I’d never have believed it if I didn’t see them together. His nephew said he enjoyed ass sex right from the start.”

“You’ve got to wonder what went on between them.”

Reed thought, ‘A lot more than you think.’ “Jason said he spent the summer on his back.”

She snickered, “Lucky boy.”

“It should’ve been me. Randolph was a great teacher. If I had a gay son, I’d send him to stay with Randolph.” Reed tried to focus on the seaside etching behind her. He’d seen one just like it at Epstein’s Gallery priced at $8,000. “You know, the more control a guy has, the better his chance of having an orgasm. It’s the same for a boy. Having an orgasm back there, it’s life changing. A good cum from behind will blow Andi’s mind,” he added.

“More coffee?”

“I’ll take a half cup, please. How’s he doing in school?”

“Okay. He’s not very good at making friends.”

“That would be me. The boy on 37 seems nice.”

“You mean Noah Benson. He’s got the hots for Andi,” she remarked casually.

“I figured as much. Andi ought to start off with him.”

“It’s a good idea except he wants a man, Reed. Same as you did.”

“You come right to the point, don’t you?” Reed hesitated, trying to decide if he should tell her. “Randolph and I had nearly a year together. Then, I hit puberty. He had a thing about hair so he shaved his off. He did me too, not just my groin. He shaved me all over. It was cool. I felt so smooth, like a little kid.” He smiled fondly. “I didn’t know that he’d taken a job at another university until it was too late. Parting was awful. It hurt him as much as it hurt me. I was so lonely afterwards; he changed my whole life. I’ve always wished I’d started younger.”

“What did you do after he left?”

“I needed it so bad I sucked off a couple of men I met in Central Park. Dumb, huh?”

She’d seen the same need in her son, already so demanding that she had to be constantly vigilant.

“I was beginning to think I’d never get over him, and then I had sex with my music teacher. It was just before Christmas. I won this raffle thing at school, two tickets to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.”

“It’s Andi’s favorite. We go every Christmas.”

“My parents had other plans, so he took me. I flirted with him the whole time. Anyway, we left at intermission and ended up at the Marriott on Times Square; Will knew one of the managers there. He took us up to a room. It was 2319. That was when I realized what I’d been missing.”

“Which was?” she prompted.

“It wasn’t because he used a condom,” Reed joked. “He was black.”

She laughed. “That’s a shock.”

“It was for me. It was more than the color of his skin. Will recognized me for what I was; a little white boy who needed to be dominated. He was bigger than Randolph so the sex was amazing. We were only there for an hour, but it blew my mind. Unfortunately, he wasn’t into boys my age. It was just the one time.”

“After that, you wanted more of the same?”

“My next black guy was huge. Van did the building maintenance where we lived.” Reed smiled fondly. “Nothing happened with him until after I turned 13. Van had me figured out right from the start. When I was Andi’s age, I couldn’t stop looking at the bulge in his overalls.”

Paula sipped her coffee and took a bite of her Danish. She’d never been with a black man. She knew women who had. They all said the same thing—it was like fucking a baseball bat.

He smirked. “At the time, I was sure Van was the best thing that could have happened to me. Before we hooked up, he used to tease me that I was too small for a girlfriend; I was pretty scrawny back then, an older version of Andi, except not nearly as good looking. The thing is he knew what I needed, and it wasn’t a girlfriend. One Saturday afternoon I was home alone and he came to fix the plumbing in my parent’s bathroom. He fixed my plumbing instead.”

“He did you in the ass?”

“Not that time. We did other stuff. He tied me up first.”

“Sounds like he had a thing about bondage.”

“He could’ve done anything to me and I would’ve let him. We ended up in my parents’ bed for the rest of the afternoon. They were out taking cooking lessons.”

“What happened?”

“Mostly, we made out. He put his finger up my ass while I sucked him,” Reed said like oral sex counted for nothing at all. “The next day he gave me a butt plug, a Samurai Junior he got in Okinawa. The Japanese don’t have hang-ups like we do about sex.”

“I ordered him a dildo on Amazon this morning, the same size as I use. I’m thinking I should’ve gotten him a plug as well, something he can sit on while he watches TV before he goes to bed.”

Reed gulped a mouthful of hot coffee. “Either way works. Personally, I use a plug first; loosen up and then use a dildo for exercise.”

“Maybe that’s what I’m doing wrong. How long do you use the plug?”

“Fifteen minutes, unless I’m in a hurry. I try to use the dildo for twenty. At his age, you might want to look for something he can keep in overnight.”

“One of my clients left a plug with an animal tail. It’s supposed to be strapped in. It’s a bit large for him, though.”

“He’s lucky to have you for a mom,” Reed laughed. “Actually, I was thinking of one of those vibrating eggs on a string.”

”Oh , right. Good idea.”

“Get him a large one. He still won’t feel more than slight buzz, but he can wear it nonstop. It’s great exercise for the rectum and the hole stays nice and tight.”

“Big inside, small outside. I got it. More coffee, Reed?”

“No thanks. I need to get to the studio.” He checked his watch. “You know it’s way different for guys, right? Once Andi starts, he won’t be able to stop. He won’t be the same boy afterwards. Anal sex is like heroin for a gay kid.”

“There are worse things to be addicted to.” She leaned forward, her gaze pining Reed like a moth on corkboard. “Andi won’t do anything he doesn’t want to do.”

“I hope not. What I’m trying to say is being gay can get bizarre sometimes. Randolph used to say my need to be controlled was like religion. A lot of gay kids are like that.”

“Andi’s happiest when you tell him what to do.”

“Most bottoms want someone to dominate them, the more extreme the control, the better. Van was into it, nearly every time we had sex. I thrived on it. When I was 15, he made me get a ball ring so he could put a chain through it.”

“You think Andi will be into that sort of thing?”

“I’m just saying, that’s all?”

“What else do I need to know?” she asked, feeling uncertain for the first time.

“Unless I missed something, he isn’t circumcised,” Reed said, remembering Andi’s foreskin-tipped boy-dick barely concealed by his shorts.

She glanced at the clock over the door—9:10. Andi would be in math class. It amused her to think that he was going over his fractions homework, bare under his jeans, maybe even playing with himself.

“You think he should be?”

She’d been thinking about it. If her clients were anything to go by, circumcision was the rule for late-middle-aged white men with successful careers. It made sense they’d like their boys the same way.

“Most gay men are cut. It’s less sensitive without it, so the sex lasts longer, plus it’s a lot cleaner.”

“Not just gay men. I can’t stand the smell either.”

“If you’re going to have him cut, get it done as tight as possible. He’ll thank you when he’s older.” He smiled awkwardly. “I had mine tightened last year. A plastic surgeon in the Chrysler Building did it. He gets a lot of gays.”

“If you mean Simon Larson, we’ve been friends since before Andi was born. I was with him when he came out to his parents.” She smiled strangely.

“I was wondering about that… Walter thinks he’s gorgeous. …” The words caught in Reed’s throat. “He thinks Andi’s gorgeous too; Walter, I mean.”

More than the insinuation, ‘gorgeous’ surprised her. “Okay, that’s weird.”

Reed smiled slightly. “Andi’s downright lethal in that black t-shirt of his… I have to tell you… Last night after we finished taking photos, he suggested taking off his clothes.”

“Did he?”

“Of course not!”

“I don’t mind if you want him undressed for a photo session. After those Jungle Boy photos, he doesn’t have much left to take off.”

Not about to say ‘Jungle Boy’ was Andi’s idea, Reed shrugged. “I might be interested if it’s okay with you… I always try to push the boundaries. I mean….”

“Nude is no problem, Reed. Just run the photos by me afterwards.”

He gaped at her. “Nothing erotic, I promise,” he said, hoping his voice didn’t give him away

She shrugged. “He’s such a sexual boy, it’s a pity to waste it.” What was she thinking? “If you want him with an all-over tan I could take him to a salon.”

“He’s gorgeous just the way he is. “ He stood up abruptly. “I really need to get to the studio. Thanks for the coffee.”

She followed him to the door. “Thanks for being so open.”

He stared at the floor unsteadily. “He’s lucky to have you for a mother.”

“Andi will be in good hands, the same as you were with Randolph.”

Reed paused, his hand on the polished gold doorknob. “You know, I was wondering last night…” He paused uncomfortably.

“Yes?”

“The way Andi carried on, I couldn’t help thinking he’s already done it.”

“He hasn’t.”

“I figured he was being funny mixed in with some flirting; but he talked about it a lot. He knows what he wants. I wanted to tell him everything. Being gay at his age is so difficult. The desire; it’s too strong to resist.” He paused, wondering if he should say what was on his mind. “There’s something else. Maybe it’s the company I keep. A lot of my friends are size queens. They were the same as kids.”

She couldn’t avoid a snicker. “That would be Andi.”

“I was so like him when I was his age. It can be a real problem if he meets the wrong people.”

“He won’t if I can help it. He really likes you, Reed,” Paula said, increasingly certain. Reed swallowed, not at all sure what to say. “He talks about you, all the time,” she added pointedly.

“I’d better watch what I do then.”

She laughed. “You realize he’ll be horny when you photograph him in the nude, right?”

“I’m a bottom; he hasn’t got what it takes to excite me.”

“As far as I’m concerned that’s between you and Andi. However, I’d like some photos of him excited.”

Reed blinked. “You mean with an erection?”

That made her smile. “Have you ever seen him without one?”

“I don’t think so. Not for very long anyway.”

“Nothing hardcore, of course. A few intimate photos of him, that’s all, before he grows up …”

“I’ve never had a boy with a hard-on in front of my camera….” Reed mused aloud.

She lowered her voice. “If you haven’t realized it already, he isn’t the slightest bit prudish. You won’t have to ask him to act sexy.”

He nodded, wondering if she knew how far down that road they’d already traveled.

“What happens in private, stays private,” she added, meeting his eyes.

“Of course.”

“Nothing on the internet, or in any of your galleries.”

“I know people who’d pay a lot to have him in their private collections,” Reed said calmly despite thoughts racing ahead.

She raised an eyebrow. “How much?”

“Two thousand bucks a photo. Aroused, maybe twice that.”

“I don’t see why not. A couple of my friends would love to have nude photos of Andi too.”

“One of them is the lucky man, I take it?”

“I haven’t decided. He’s not over endowed, which I guess is a plus for a boy Andi’s size.”

Reed chuckled. “When he’s ready to move up, I still have Van’s plug. It’s thick enough that he’ll enjoy taking a big one. Big inside and small outside; that’s what Van used to say.”

“Big inside, small outside,” she repeated.

“You know what will happen to him, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“It won’t just be once or twice. Andi will do it again and again. I was a fully-fledged faggot at thirteen. Randolph taught me about love, but it was Van who got me so turned on to being on the bottom. I can’t live without a guy dominating me. I guarantee Andi will be the same way.”

“I want what’s best for him. I don’t want him hurt like I was, Reed.”

“It’s different for a boy. You’ll be surprised how quickly he’ll get used to it. After a big one’s been in his ass a few times, it’s all he’ll want to do.”

“It’s not that good for a woman.”

Reed opened the door, telling himself it was long past time to leave. “He’s lucky to have you for his mom.”

“You really care about him, don’t you?”

“I know what he’s going through. I know what’s ahead too. You need to keep him on a tight leash. He’s so good looking men will be all over him.”

“It’s a two-way street, Reed.” She smiled to herself. “You should’ve heard him talking about Carter yesterday. He gave him an eight-point-five on his hot score.”

“I probably sound like a neurotic old queer, but Andi needs to be extra careful around him. Last night, I ran into Lisa Galstone at Benny’s. She was still pissed after meeting Carter in the gym yesterday. All he wanted to talk about was you and Andi.”

“You think he’s into boys?”

“He doesn’t strike me as the overt type. Usually, they’re teachers and sports coaches.”

Paula closed the door behind him and walked back to the kitchen before she laughed. “And photographers. Oh Andi, if only you knew….”

On a whim, she picked up the telephone and pressed the memory button to speed-dial Friedman’s cell phone. It answered on the third ring.

“I didn’t get you at a bad time, Jacob?” she asked sweetly.

“Not at all. I have an hour until the Board meeting. I want to run something past you.” He had no idea why, but that very morning he’d finally decided. “I’m starting a foundation to provide training scholarships to underprivileged boys when they drop out of school. It’s a big problem in Detroit.”

“That’s very generous of you.”

“I’m calling it AFTER. I’m not going to tell anyone, but it stands for Andi Fisher Technical Education Resource.”

“You are infatuated, aren’t you?”

“I can’t help it.”

“Jacob, I was thinking about last night,” she began.

“So was I. I hope you don’t think less of me, because of, you know, what we did.”

“You can trust me,” Paula said quietly. “What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom.”

”Thank you.” He sounded relieved.

“Both bedrooms,” she added to drive the point home.

“He’s so beautiful,” Jacob said wistfully, unable to stop himself.

He’d never forget, even though Andi had been sleeping face down. All he’d seen was the side of his head, a flawless bare back, his little buttocks slightly squeezed as if protecting something very precious, and lean pale thighs. It was a pity his front was hidden. Still, he saw enough to leave splatters on the hardwood floor.

After an awkward silence, she continued, “I know how much you wanted to touch him.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. When you lifted back the covers last night… I’ve never done anything with a boy. It’s just… he’s everything I’ve ever dreamed about… He’s gorgeous, truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…”

“Jacob, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, I might be able to help make your dreams a reality.”

“How?” Friedman loosened his tie, his face suddenly flushed, glad that she couldn’t see him.

“Next time you’re in New York give me a call,” Paula hinted.

“Yes?”

“Maybe you could take Andi out. Get to know him better.”

Friedman inhaled deeply. He’d spent most of the morning daydreaming. “His birthday’s coming up.”

“Next month. The 23^rd.”

“I know. It’s a Thursday. I could easily be back in New York... I’ve already put it in my calendar. Maybe we could go out to celebrate. It’s not every day that a boy turns ten.”

“Most boys in Hungary have lost their virginity by ten,” Paula joked. She hadn’t meant to be so obvious. It worked nonetheless.

“You can’t be serious.”

She heard his voice tremble. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Andi wanted you to spend the night… in his room.”

“A-a sleepover?”

“I don’t know how much sleep you’ll get. I was thinking you could help him celebrate turning ten with a special present.”

“Oh my!”

“I’ve always known it’ll happen when the right man comes along. You’re kind and gentle, Jacob, and he likes you a lot. Though I must tell you, he says you’re as hairy as a gorilla.”

“I’m sorry. It runs in my family, I think. My father was the same way.”

“I’m teasing, silly.” She listened to him laugh.

He sounded nervous, yet enthusiastic. “I’m looking at photos of him on the Internet… right now.”

“How sweet. Have you seen his Jungle Boy photos yet?” She waited.

“Oh my God!”

He paused to rearrange thoughts, clamoring for attention before racing off in opposite directions. Andi wore a skimpy chamois loincloth, nothing else. From the unlikely seaside etching on the wall, he knew where the photo was taken, yet his imagination still saw a skinny, pale boy lost in the jungle. In one photo, the loincloth pulled back to show all of Andi’s thigh and a shadowy crotch. He might as well have been stark naked.

“He’s incredible! I’d give anything… whatever you want.”

He hadn’t masturbated in a week. Suddenly he felt like he was about to burst. He wasn’t sure he could last through his next meeting.

“You could give Andi something to remember for his birthday,” she said.

She listened to him click through more photos, trying to make conversation when his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. He soon said goodbye, pleading .

With a fresh cup of coffee, she sat down with her diary to find every man who’d given Andi a present. There were hundreds of gifts: an iPhone, three iPods, clothes, PlayStation, video games, tickets to shows, Saks-Fifth cards, and a13-inch MacBook laptop that arrived anonymously at Christmas. The list was endless, and not just from Jacob, Alvin, and Gary. She added Simon Larson as a possible, and then took him off. It was too weird; besides there were other men who were generous admirers of her son. Seven was more than enough to keep a boy busy.

Her next call was to Simon Larson. He was in transit from his office in Greenwich, Connecticut to the Chrysler Building. He was the ideal person to ask for a favor.

Chapter 7. ‘Extreme’

“I hate to ask for a favor, Simon. His pediatrician is dead against circumcision.”

“Probably because Obamacare won’t cover it except for medical reasons,” Doctor Larson joked.

“I would’ve had it done when he was born, but my father insisted,” she said. “I’ve always thought cut looks much so much cuter. I’ve wanted to get him done for a couple of years now. I’ve been putting it off.”

“Don’t you think it should be his choice?” He looked fondly at Andi. “You’re sure you want to do this?”

“It’s just skin so I really don’t need it, do I?”

“It doesn’t hurt to have it either, although all the research says it’s more hygienic without it.”

Andi shrugged as if cleanliness wasn’t important. “None of my friends have it.”

“You know once I cut it off, it won’t grow back.”

“Will it hurt?” That was his biggest worry about having it done.

“You’ll be awake, but you won’t feel a thing. It’ll wear off after you get home,” he added to Paula.

“How long before it heals?” she asked.

Again, Doctor Larson smiled down at Andi. He hadn’t had an opportunity to examine him up close until then. The boy was exceptionally good looking, perfect complexion, delicate features, very much like his mother….

He glanced up. “A week or two and he’ll look like other boys. The worst part is he’ll be itchy down there for a couple of days.” He adjusted the elevated chair. “Well, young man, if you’re serious about being circumcised, you need to take off your shorts and underpants and hop up here.”

As his mother and the doctor reminisced about the last Broadway show they’d attended two weeks earlier, Andi stripped. Right there in the surgery in front of them, he kicked off his Heelys and bravely dropped his favorite knee-shorts along with the new, white underpants that she’d made him wear for the visit. Telling himself that the decidedly handsome plastic surgeon was the same as the 50-year-old woman who was his regular doctor, he eased onto the chair, careful to place his buttocks on the paper overlay.

The doctor spread a small green towel between Andi’s thighs, rinsed his hands, and dried them with a disposable towel. He snapped on blue nitrile surgical gloves, dropped onto a pivoting stool and scooted closer.

“Lay back so I can take a look at you.”

Andi tried to relax. It was difficult with his mother hovering by his head. He felt like he was on display with the doctor crammed between his thighs, even worse, a cool impersonal plasticky hand inspecting his privates; mostly his penis, though his scrotum received its share of attention.

She couldn’t help smiling at Andi’s red face. “What do you think, Simon?”

“It hasn’t grown much, has it?” Larson said, giving the frisky ten-year-old boyhood an unprofessional tug. “It’s definitely short for his age.”

“I thought it might be.”

“There’s good news though; he’ll be thick enough to keep the girls happy.”

Andi’s penis was so plump that it looked like it belonged on an older boy, the one part of his otherwise willowy body that was solidly built.

“Wide is good?” Andi peeped.

“Best ask your mom.” Larson added a squeeze on the foreskin-protected tip.

“Chubby works for me,” Paula laughed. “But what if he’s not interested in girls?”

Andi shrank into the chair and mumbled, “Thanks Mom.”

Larson smiled. “From what I hear, gays prefer thickness over length.”

His hand strayed lower, cupping little boy-balls, squeezing delicate eggs through excess skin. Andi jerked when the doctor’s extended forefinger touched his ticklish pucker. Of course, he should have been used to it after indulging in frequent anal play. Every night, his fingers rubbed gently, curling up and pulling one way, and then the other. It was inquisitive as much as instinctive.

He jerked again when the finger poked at his hole. Even though he tensed up, the tip still slipped inside. A little farther and he gasped. It was barely to the first joint, yet it made him tremble.

“Is this when I’m supposed to say no?” he muttered.

“What do you want to say?” The doctor met his eyes.

Andi’s eyes flickered at the change in tone. His mother was by the window, looking out at the view. Even if she turned around, all she would see was the doctor examining his genitals. Instead, he had his finger embedded in Andi’s ass, probing gently, very unprofessionally.

The doctor leaned closer. “If you’re gay and you like it, it’d be okay to say yes.”

Andi barely heard him. He nodded slightly.

Simon Larson couldn’t help smiling. “Always say what you want.”

Self-consciously, Andi giggled. It felt good even though the fingertip was scarcely inside him. He wriggled and the fingertip burrowed deeper. It made him twitch.

Andi inhaled. “Not no.”

Larson could feel the boy’s moist heat, quivering with need, tiny balls shifting under his fingers, tightening up protectively as he probed deeper. Andi giggled again.

“I didn’t think he’d be so excitable there. He’s exactly how you said,” Larson said, looking over his shoulder. “It’s a good bet our giggle-head will play catcher,” he joked.

“He’s always been anal,” his mother said.

“Mom!”

She returned with a magazine in hand. The front cover had a picture of the new prince at a polo tournament. “Don’t be huffy, Honey. Your hole relaxes as soon as I touch it. I can’t imagine where you get it from.”

The doctor chuckled at a shared joke. By the time he withdrew his finger, Andi’s face was as red as the proverbial beetroot.

“How do you want him done?” he asked, turning strictly professional.

“The same as yours would look nice.”

“Mom, what we talked about, remember?” Andi said.

She gave him a teasing smile.

“I don’t mind doing it, but you really don’t need me for a Gomco standard.”

“Andi wants something different,” she said shrewdly. “A little variety might be a good thing.”

“Most gays want it done near the middle, what’s called high and tight.”

“I want it tight,” Andi peeped.

“No excess skin definitely looks better.” He winked at Andi. “My clients tell me it feels nicer when it’s tight.”

“The tighter the better in that case,” Paula smirked.

“I’ll be using a sleeve resection so there are plenty of options. I can do it so there there’s no movement at all, if that’s what he wants?” He looked at Andi. “If I do it too tight, friction becomes a problem.”

“I want it tight,” Andi insisted.

“You won’t want to masturbate as much.”

“I want it really tight.”

She touched Larson’s arm. “Simon, if it was up to you entirely?”

Simon didn’t look up. “Seeing as he’s gay, I’d go tight. He can always use Vaseline…” He licked his lips. “My honest opinion, I’d cut him farther down.”

Paula smiled encouragingly.

“My clients want to make a statement, whatever it takes to stand out in a crowd. Image is crucial.”

“Fine with me so long as it looks sexy,” she said, her eyes fixed on her son’s exposed crotch.

His tongue swiped his lips again. “All my clients want to look sexy. Personally, I’d cut as far down as possible, skin it right back.” Realizing how unprofessional he sounded, he stopped. “It’d be easy with this much foreskin.”

“It has to be really tight,” Andi maintained.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Can you take a photo and Photoshop it or something, so I can see what it looks like first?” Andi muttered.

“Unfortunately, I sent my staff home early. I know; I’ve got a photo a client sent me to show how his turned out. Now, where did I put it?” He scooted across to the desk and rifled through a drawer until he found what he wanted. He handed it to Andi’s mother. “He wanted smooth with as much inner skin left as possible.”

“Oh my!”

She handed the photo to Andi. It made him inhale, lick his lips, and swallow. He’d seen lots of cock-shots on the Internet. All of them were exciting to look at. None came close to the professionally taken photo in front in of him. At first glance, the phallus might have been mistaken for an oversized boy-cock—just a few strands of hair scattered around the base. It was maybe five inches long, though it seemed much bigger. It was so tight that the top two thirds resembled shiny plastic, with an exaggerated red helmet perched on the end.

“It’s rather extreme,” Larson said almost apologetically.

“I like it,” Paula said bluntly. “What do you think, Andi?”

Andi pretended to look around the room, then out the window at the skyscrapers bordering Lexington Avenue.

“I think the expert on male genitalia has a hearing disability,” she teased.

“Mom!”

“He’s seen more cocks than I have and he’s embarrassed?”

“I guess it’s okay,” he conceded, trying hard not to show his excitement.

She touched his shoulder, meeting his eyes when he glanced up. “See how his balls make his cock look longer?”

As soon as Andi looked at the man’s tightly stretched cock again, his mind went into overdrive. The plump, tight balls looked like a last minute addition, set farther back than the men whose photos he pored over at night. It was as if the sleek shaft was set up for deep penetration. The very idea was enough to make him shiver with excitement. There was also a gold ring through the side of the man’s scrotum. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It had to hurt.

“Is this how you want yours to look, Honey?”

After a moment, Andi swallowed dryly. He looked at the photo again; and again it stole his breath. ‘Extreme’ was an understatement. His heart beat incessantly, forcing blood into his face and his penis.

“I want it like this, please,” he finally muttered.

“Once it’s done, you can’t change your mind.”

“I want it to look extreme, Mom. It’s the only one I’ve got.”

“In that case, we better get it right the first time,” the doctor said, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

“I wonder… what if you did it lower down?” she asked.

”He’s got so much foreskin I could take it all the way down.” He pushed the skin down Andi’s penis to show them. “Sporty suits him, don’t you think?”

Andi barely glanced down. He’d done it to his penis often enough to know it looked cool. Immediately, his eyes returned to the photo, increasingly anxious as he compared the powerful penis to his puny thing. He wanted to touch it, kiss it, lick it, put it in his crack, push it into the hole where his mother said men had sex with boys.

“How tight can you make it?” she asked on his behalf.

“How about this?” The doctor pressed on the little penis, his fingers forcing skin wrinkles into Andi’s pubis.

“Like that is what I want,” Andi muttered.

“There’s no skin movement, see?” The doctor demonstrated with his thumb.

“Is that a problem?” she asked.

“With so much inner skin, it’ll be very sensitive, but like I said, friction’s the main problem.”

Andi looked up at his mom. “I want it really tight.”

“I know, Honey.”

“He’ll need to be careful. Lots of lubricant when he masturbates. On the plus side, it’ll always be clean, which is important for oral sex.”

She smiled. “I like how it makes his little knob stand out. It’s a pity the skin is so stretched.”

“You said it was up to me, Mom.”

“It is up to you, Sweetie.” She brushed back his hair. “Pushed down like that makes me excited, and I’m your mother,” she snickered. “You’re a man, Simon. What do you think?”

Simon’s hand trembled as he released his grip, disbelieving the heat coming from the stiff little penis. With a solitary finger, he stroked the now wrinkled scrotum. It was plump despite the size of what was inside.

“He’s gorgeous,” he said softly. “Just as he is, he’ll be the talk of the Village by the time he’s a teenager. With this, there’s no telling.”

She couldn’t help smiling. “He’ll have more men-friends than he’ll know what to do with.”

Andi blushed, more embarrassed than he’d ever been. His penis was throbbing. He dared not look down. Maybe it would wilt if he ignored it. Sometimes it worked, usually not. He tried to hand back the photo. The doctor was getting things out of a drawer and he had to hold on to it. He ended up putting it on the armrest, where he could see it if he wanted to. He closed his eyes and made himself think about skating, surrounded by skanky girls with buck teeth. It always worked.

When he opened his eyes again, the good-looking doctor winked right at him.

“This is where it gets embarrassing, Andi. If you want it super-tight, your penis has to be fully erect so I can see how much skin to remove.”

Andi glanced down, suddenly very aware of the brazen interest in Larson’s eyes. It made him uncomfortable. After a moment, he looked up to meet his mother’s bemused glance. She shrugged, feigning disinterest as she stepped back, as if her moving out of his direct sight changed everything. Any other boy would have asked his mother to leave. He knew she expected him to do it without making a big fuss.

“Go on, Honey. Make it nice and stiff for Simon.”

Since he was a toddler, she’d encouraged him to play with it, teaching him to jerk off as soon as he was capable of pleasuring himself. He did it in her bed every Sunday morning, right up to the time they got in the shower, before they took a taxi to the Village for kavalierspitz, creamed spinach, and apricot knödel.

“Don’t mind me, Son. Hundreds of men have masturbated in that chair. Look at the photo, if you want,” Larson added, slyly smiling at Paula.

Reluctantly, Andi took the photo in his left hand. He glanced at it before he risked a longer look. He felt their eyes on him as his right hand slowly reached down. Both mother and doctor were silent, as if taking a dim view of a boy openly masturbating, yet their eyes followed his hand.

He stared at the photo and absently fondled his immature gonads, his thumb gently caressing his stubby penis, toying with surplus skin until it was almost erect. His other hand was clammy, on the verge of shaking. He knew he should put down the photo. The penis was awesome, shiny, hot, and thicker than his wrist. Its owner had to be handsome, like Reed, or Simon Larson.

“You need to rub it properly, Honey,” his mom said distantly.

Andi couldn’t help licking his lips. He rotated his fingertips on the head for maximum enjoyment, before he shifted to two fingers braced against his thumb, leisurely drawing the excess skin up and down, expertly popping the tiny helmet head in and out of the delicate tube. His little finger stroked the wrinkled lump underneath. After that, it didn’t take long.

“Nothing wrong with his blood pressure,” Larson observed as he leaned forward again.

“He gets erections nonstop, just never around girls,” she teased.

“Mom!”

“He’s not the only one,” Larson chuckled. “Let’s see what we have to work with.”

He peeled down Andi’s long foreskin. It was surprisingly loose, hardly unexpected for a boy who’d been having orgasms for more than two years. In fact, he’d just turned eight when she’d taught him how to postpone the inevitable shudders; and when he did climax, to go on the next one without even slowing.

For most of a minute, Andi tried not to look down, embarrassed yet incredibly excited because a man was touching his stiff penis. It got even harder as the doctor deftly twisted the bulb on the end and pulled on the excess skin. He sucked in air only when his foreskin returned to its normal position.

“Tight and all inner skin, then?” Larson asked.

Andi and his mother exchanged a silent look until he nodded assent.

“Do it,” she decided.

To make absolutely certain, the doctor pulled Andi’s tawny foreskin all the way down again to show them. He peered at the pink shiny organ.

“That’s interesting!” He touched a finger to the tiny glans.

“Is something wrong with him?”

“Nothing serious. He’s got a displaced meatus, the same as a boy I did last month.”

He squeezed the moist red dome to show her, poking his fingernail at the minute slit on the underside.

“I never noticed.”

“You wouldn’t, not with this much foreskin.”

“Is it a problem?”

“He’ll have to hold it up to pee, plus the opening is so far back, he won’t ejaculate forwards.

“You mean when he cums it’ll shoot out sideways?”

“He’ll be messier than normal, that’s all. Not a problem unless he wants to make a baby.”

He pulled down yet again, dragging delicate skin along the shaft. He used a marker to indicate where he would make the sleeve, leaving a narrow band of outer skin to make the transition where Andi’s penis entered his groin.

“The only problem with a really tight circumcision is his scrotum will be up against his erection when he’s older. A tuck would stop it,” he explained to Andi’s mother, pressing his finger into Andi’s balls.

“He looks so hot like that.”

“Mom!” Andi growled under his breath.

She smiled at him until he gave in.

The doctor drew a small diamond where Andi’s scrotum joined to his penis. “That’ll make it look a tad bigger. Make up for losing the skin on the end.”

By then, Andi’s erection had diminished enough for his foreskin to overhang his glans by a full half inch.

“I love how his balls are pulled in on the sides, Simon.” She pointed at the photo.

“The knobby look. That’ll require side tucks. He’ll look like this.” He pinched the sides of Andi’s scrotum between the first finger and thumb on each hand.

“What do you think, Sweetie?”

Andi looked down. He couldn’t see very much, just a wrinkled flat lump that seemed a little farther back. “I want them to look like his.”

“His balls look hot, don’t they?” she said supportively. “Could you move Andi’s back even more?”

“They need room to hang after they drop,” Larson pointed to the underside of Andi’s scrotum. “That’s what these folds are for.” He pinched more skin at the front. “Well?”

She liked what she saw. “More would be better.”

“His testicles are still quite small, so the full effect won’t be noticeable until he’s older.”

“There’s so much skin it looks silly.”

“He’s got a big scrotum compared to the rest of him.“ He pinched skin on the sides. She nodded back. “If I took any more he might have a problem.”

He leaned to whisper the rest in her ear. She whispered something back. Andi was sure they were talking about his balls.

“They aren’t close to dropping, so now’s the time if you’re going to do it.”

Paula looked at her son’s groin. She thought for a moment. “It’s not as if he’ll need to worry about his sperm count. I don’t think it’d hurt to take a little bit more.”

“If you’re sure…” Larson pinched Andi’s pouch on both sides to show her.

“How about a tiny bit more?”

He pinched again. The folds of scrotal skin were all but gone. Andi’s testicles made an obvious bump underneath.

“That’s perfect,” she decided.

“Are you sure? They’re pulled up pretty tight.”

“Tight is good.”

He changed the shape of the tuck line, extending barbs down the sides. “A couple of years and he would’ve had low hangers like mine,” he mused.

Andi thought he sounded unhappy. He craned his neck and looked. A curved black diamond seemed to cover most of his scrotum.

“Mom?”

“This way you won’t have to worry about them banging around when you skate, Honey.”

“Your penis will look bigger.” Larson winked at Andi as if to say, ‘every bit helps.’

“Extreme, right?” Andi said with a nervous glance at his mother.

“If you want extreme...” He retracted Andi’s foreskin and pointed to the underside of the glans. “See these creases? If you want really sexy, I can tidy them up so it’s nice and smooth like the photo.”

“I want it like his.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “What about his pee hole?”

“I do aesthetics. You’ll need a urologist for that.”

“I like that it’s like yours.”

Andi dragged his eyes away from the photograph long enough to see the doctor mark his penis under the head. Not that he cared. He really liked the man’s knob. It was shiny and deeply grooved, and it screamed ‘lick me’. It was like a big fat cherry had been plopped on the end of his penis. He wanted to suck it.

“Okay, Andi, this is where you get to relax. You can read a magazine or watch TV on the monitor.”

“TV please,” Andi squeaked.

The doctor positioned his feet in stirrups. It was like sitting in a saddle when he went horse riding at Newport with his mother and Alvin. Even when they were riding, Alvin had stared at his crotch. It happened again and again. Somehow he managed to convince himself it wasn’t deliberate. The next day they went out on a sailboat, a J-24. It was fast, and it should have been fun; however, he felt even more exposed. Alvin had insisted he wear one a Speedo in case they went swimming. The one he provided was a size too small, a tiny thong like his mother’s bikini bottom. He’d spent most of the trip with a red face, not from the sun, from his dick sticking out. Between Alvin’s blatant staring and Fritzy’s sniffing, it wouldn’t go down.

He began to worry when the doctor fastened Velcro straps around his knees and thighs and a wider strap around his waist. He pushed Andi’s tight black t-shirt up his chest, and smirked.

“You’ll have to get him a real tattoo, Paula. Most of my clients have them.”

They laughed and Andi blushed. He’d forgotten about the little blue heart he’d painstakingly dotted around his belly button when he was supposed to be doing his homework. At least they hadn’t seen the blurred ‘Reed’ underneath. He felt something warm pressed over his groin. He tried to move. The straps held him down. He felt shaky and quickly closed his eyes. A few seconds later, the warmth felt nice. Blood rushed back to his penis even as he tried to multiply fractions in his head.

When he dared to look down again, he was naked from his nipples all the way to his bright red socks. Thankfully, his penis flopped against his lower belly, his scrotum fully relaxed. It looked weird being covered with thin black lines. The doctor placed another green napkin over his belly and chest, and the seat reclined under him until his feet were higher than his head. Suddenly, he felt very uncomfortable. He wriggled until his mother took hold of his hand. On his other side, the doctor put on new blue gloves and a face mask.

“Be brave, Sweetie. It won’t take very long now,” she said, soothing Andi’s brow with her other hand.

“It’s cold,” he complained when the doctor swabbed his crotch with Betadine. Suddenly, he noticed the syringe on the stainless steel tray. “Am I getting a shot?”

“Just one. It’s Lidocaine, the same as your dentist uses.”

“Mom, you promised no shots.”

“Don’t be a wuss, Andi.”

“I’m not!”

She sighed and shook her head. “You’re not worried about a man sticking his cock up your ass, but you’re scared of a needle.”

“All you’ll feel is a little prick, Andi. I want you to count to ten,” Larson said, his voice muffled as he leaned closer.

“One. Two. Ouch!”

Andi bucked as the syringe needle penetrated the soft skin of his pubis. He squirmed as the needle seemed to move around inside.

“Three. Four. Five!”

All of a sudden, it felt like the needle went inside his penis, right up inside it, like it was coming out the end. Tears filled his eyes. He gripped the sides of the chair and gritted his teeth. He wanted to scream. Instead, he whimpered.

“Keep counting,” Larson instructed.

“Jesus! Uhhh, five! Six! Owww!” He felt the needle coming out and he gasped in relief. A second later, he was sure the doctor jabbed it into his balls. “Fuck!”

“Almost done.”

“Eight-nine-ten,” Andi yelped. The straps held him securely on the chair.

“Stop carrying on like it hurt,” his mother snickered, taking hold of his hand. “It scarcely went in.”

When he opened his tear-filled eyes again, the doctor picked up a scalpel. “You going to watch, Tough Guy?”

Andi sniffled something back before he clamped his eyes shut.

“Can you feel this?” Larson asked, his fingernail scratching awfully close to Andi’s penis.”

Andi shook his head. “You said I wasn’t getting a shot, Mom.”

“I lied, Honey. That’s the worst part, I promise.”

After a minute, he cautiously opened his eyes and looked down. The doctor seemed to be doing something to his penis with the scalpel. Suddenly, there was blood, not a lot, yet more than enough to scare him. He scrunched his eyes again, holding her hand tightly. Above his head, Sponge Bob danced and sang some stupid kid-song. The volume was too low to hear more than a few bars of the tune.

“How’s it going down there?” Andi asked nervously.

“You’ll have a beautiful little erection when I’m done,” Larson observed, his glasses perched on his nose.

She smiled down at her son. “You look really hot, Sweetie, just like the photo. I love it skinned back. It’s very sexy, even if it looks smaller.”

“We made the right decision, huh?”

“At least, I won’t have to nag you about your weenie being smelly again. It looks like it’s stiff,” she said with muffled amusement.

“Wait until he’s had a few erections.”

“So by dinner then,” she laughed.

“It’ll stay tight even if he masturbates nonstop, which he won’t,” Larson said. “You know they used to circumcise boys to stop them from masturbating. Of course, they still did it, though I dare say they’d have cut back if it was tight as this.”

“I don’t want it *that* tight, Mom.”

“Don’t worry Sweetie. With everything else, you won’t want to play with it as much.”

“You’ll still be able to masturbate, Son. You just won’t be able to do it for hours, not without making it sore,” Larson chuckled. He lowered his voice. “Tight’s best for butt sex.”

“For the guy on the top, or the one on the bottom?”

He smirked at Andi. “The man in that photo, he said he’s never been on top.”

With his face turning red, Andi turned away. When he was certain the doctor was doing something else, he looked up again. He felt hot all over, with a bad case of the trembles, the same as he did when he was skating in traffic. Overhead, SpongeBob played on. He’d seen ‘Sailor Mouth’ several times, so it wasn’t that funny. Word for word, he lip-synced Mr. Krabs.

“Now that there’s a nice straight line. By the way, I’m leaving some slack underneath.” Larson explained. “When he enters puberty he’ll need it. His balls won’t get bigger until then, so you won’t see the full effect for a while.”

“How long is a while?” she asked.

She risked a glance at her son’s groin. There was more blood than before.

“When they’re this small and pulled up underneath, a boy is still a couple of years away from puberty,” Larson muttered. “He’s nearly ten, right? I doubt you would’ve seen any hair on him before he’s thirteen. Anyone’s guess after I’m done.”

They talked economics after that, and Andi tuned out. Simon was one of the few Republicans in New York. All her mother’s clients were the same way, except Jacob; he was an Obama supporter.

“So are you free on Saturday?” Larson inquired.

Paula brushed silky hair from Andi’s forehead. “Saturday night I’m available.

“I have a fundraising dinner I have to be at. Hors d’oeuvres at eight. I’ll pick you up. Can you feel anything, Andi?”

“Uh huh.”

“He’s finished your balls, Sweetie,” she remarked. “They’re really hot.”

“As trimmed as a boy can be without cutting them off,” the doctor added. His sideways glance might’ve been a leer at Andi, or maybe his mother.

“Pretty racy huh?” Andi asked, anxiety slowly losing ground to self-assurance, yet still a long way from looking down to see for himself.

“You’ll never fill out a Speedo, but with your looks it won’t matter. I want you to take it easy for a week, Mister. Definitely no skating. I want him in bed all day tomorrow, Paula; Sunday too if there’s any discomfort… He’ll feel a bit different for a while…”

Andi kept his eyes shut. He couldn’t feel anything except his hands, still clenched over the armrests. He sensed something was happening even though the doctor chattered constantly.

“The frenulum’s the hardest part. It’s just like taking in crow’s feet. Don’t want any wrinkles left on the head, that’s for sure.”

“Not like Lisa Galstone’s eyes,” his mother remarked.

“How’s that groove look?”

“Very sexy.”

“I wonder who she used? Probably Muttle; he does the lesbians on the Upper East Side. I get the gays. Don’t know why that is, other than it pays to advertise,” he chortled.

“Andi must be the youngest?”

“A month ago, I did a seven year old, a cute little fem-boy. He had the displaced meatus I told you about. One of my clients, his boyfriend recommended me. It was all very weird. His mom came, if you get my drift.” He smirked at her. “She’s a transvestite, though you’d hardly know if you met her. Long Island royalty, so it was a drop in the bucket for her.”

Paula looked at him oddly.

“A lot of transvestites get their scrotums altered. It turned out beautifully, if you like that sort of thing” Larson went on. “Not nearly as radical as Andi. He’s going to be amazing after I’m done.”

He leaned back to examine his handiwork. Finally, Andi lifted his head to see. His penis was bloody. He gulped bad-tasting spit and quickly closed his eyes before he puked.

“That pediatrician Andi sees, the one who’s against circumcision?” Larson asked.

“Susan Atkinson; she’s on West 63^rd. Is there a problem?” she asked, turning away to reassure Andi with a smile.

“There will be when she files a report.”

“Why would she do that?”

“One look at him with his pants off and the alarm bells will go off.”

“He doesn’t see her very often.”

Their last visit was when Andi had the flu. It was a few months after his annual checkup. She couldn’t remember before that.

“I wouldn’t risk it. That transvestite’s a GP. You might want to think about it. Guaranteed discretion when you need I it.”

“She’s into boys too?”

“No idea; all I know is she’s wants Teddy to look like a girl. I’d say her partner’s a boy lover; he was constantly mauling the poor kid. I can’t imagine what men see in boys that young. He’s seven! It’s not like he can do anything. Of course, I’m assuming, but like you always say,…”

“Variety is the spice of life, especially in East Hampton.”

He glanced up immediately. “Nothing surprises me after living in New York.”

“Some men like other men, Simon. Other men like little boys, and a few like little boys who think they’re girls. The same goes for boys.”

Simon coughed abruptly. “It was always on the cards, wasn’t it? I remember you telling me about the pervert in Barnes and Noble when he was eight.”

“Seven; not that it makes a difference. It happened at the right time.”

“Seven seems to be when boys start having sex. They’re sending Teddy to a special school in Charleston in the fall. All gay kids and teachers so it’s a *supportive* environment.”

“Andi would fit right in.”

“Mom!” Andi glared at her.

Simon smiled. “I don’t doubt it. If Barnes and Noble didn’t faze him, nothing will.”

“Little boys can be amazingly sexual.”

“So I’ve heard. Actually, Teddy’s not all that little. “ The doctor gave a chuckle. “His penis is a half-inch longer than Andi’s, not that he’ll be a stud when he’s older.”

She patted Andi’s arm. “I love my studlet just the way he is.”

“Enough, Mom,” Andi groaned.

“I’ve always said size doesn’t matter. You’ve got a beautiful little penis,” the doctor said, leering at Andi.

“That’s what I keep telling him,” she said. “It’s what you do with it that counts.”

“Before you leave, remind me to give you Leslie’s number for when he needs a doctor.” He glanced up at Andi. “It won’t be that often. He looks very healthy. Quite the whiz at skating, I hear?”

Andi’s legs were lean, like a runner.

“He skates an hour every day, and almost nonstop on the weekend,” his mother answered for him.

“One of mom’s friends gave me a pair of Remz blades. Really good ones,” Andi muttered.

“I used to go ice-skating when I was your age.”

“Ice-skating is cool except it’s butt-freezing cold when you fall down,” Andi tried to joke.

He felt squeamish inside, certain he could feel something happening down there. He was too scared to look.

“That’s my boy. After this, he’ll have a perfectly straight perineal raphe, right down the center. You don’t see that very often.”

Andi sneaked another peek. There was a high-powered light over his middle. All he could see was the top of the doctor’s head. He looked up uneasily. His mother smiled reassuringly, still holding his hand.

“You’re going to look so hot, Sweetie. I bet it’ll feel really sexy.”

“His penis will feel different after this,” the doctor said without looking up. “The shaft will be more sensitive, the glans less so because it’s exposed. He’ll last longer, though he’ll have erections more frequently, at least until he gets used to it.”

“What about… you know… what happens with Reed?” Andi muttered.

It was embarrassing to have an erection in front of Reed. Now, it sounded as if it would always be that way.

“Just wear loose pants when you’re with him, Honey.”

“I already do and it still shows, Mom!”

“It isn’t that big. If it bothers you that much I’ll buy you some boxers tomorrow.”

“I hate boxers.”

“How about some skimpy undies like mine?” She teased him a lot after she’d discovered him posing in front of her mirror, wearing only her clingy silk panties.

“So funny.”

“I’m sure Reed doesn’t mind that you’re hard because of him.”

“What if I mind?”

“Well, you shouldn’t. I think it’s sweet that you get erections when you’re with your boyfriend.”

“Keep an eye on him for the next week or two,” the doctor interrupted, glancing up from nearly invisible stitches. “Erections won’t be a problem. However, no masturbating until all the stitches are out.”

“I hope he’s paying attention. He masturbates every chance he gets,” she chided her son.

“Do not! And Reed is *not* my boyfriend.”

The doctor glanced at Andi, the corners of his mouth twitching at a smile. “Every boy masturbates. Gay boys do it even more.”

“So?”

“I’m just saying. You penis is mostly inner skin now so you’ll want to touch it.”

Andi looked down. “Huh.”

“Your penis will respond more to stimulation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What he’s trying to tell you is Kolbász will get as hard as a rock with the slightest touch, Sweetie,” his mother smirked

“What’s new?”

The doctor spluttered as he tried not to laugh. “What’s new is the head of your penis won’t be nearly as sensitive, so when you masturbate, it’ll take longer to climax, which is bad because it’ll get sore.”

Andi squirmed with embarrassment.

“With the skin being so tight, you’ll need Vaseline from now on.”

“He already uses it,” she said.

Andi went bright red.

“Best thing for a circumcised boy. It’ll keep the skin nice and soft too. If it still gets sore, try something slipperier.”

“Like KY?” she asked.

“Save it for the other thing. Hand lotion or baby oil will do fine.” He pushed back on his roller-stool, snapping off his gloves. He lifted away the napkin from Andi’s front and smirked at her. “He certainly has your nipples, doesn’t he?”

Andi grimaced, showing his displeasure with a frown.

“I keep telling him big nipples are a turn on for a lot of men. He doesn’t believe me,” his mother said, grimacing back.

Andi rolled his eyes.

“Nipples are highly erogenous. With your new equipment, you’ll be a real little ball-buster,” the doctor said with a sly look at the boy’s mother.

Andreas slowly raised his head. All he could see was a gauze pad wrapped around his penis. On top was a little red ball that his foreskin used to cover. His mother helped him sit up. There was more gauze taped over his balls. He saw a bloodstained napkin on a tray, and three pieces of skin that had once been his, and he felt so weak that he had to lie down.

“Sorry about that!” The doctor covered the tray with a towel. “That’s what happens when I send my nurse home early.”

“Simon, I really appreciate you doing him at such short notice,” Paula said earnestly.

“It was a pleasure.”

“How much do I owe?”

“Nothing, of course. It’s the least I can do.”

“I have oodles of cash I need to get rid of.”

“Save it for your taxes.” He scrutinized Andi’s penis and scrotum for the slightest imperfection.

“I don’t pay taxes. I never have.”

The doctor promptly raised a curious eyebrow, yet wisely chose not to follow through. “I didn’t realize he was growing into such a handsome young man.” He looked down, studying Andi. “Other than his eyebrows, he’s perfect.”

“Do you think they’re that thick?” She peered down at his face.

“Mom! No!!”

“Now, now, Andi, don’t get upset. Simon’s absolutely right. Thin eyebrows are a turn-on.”

“If you can spare twenty minutes, I’ll fix them right now.”

“I think we’ll pluck to start with. I’m more worried about when he starts getting hair.”

“When he does, he won’t need a razor more than once a week, at least for a few years. When he gets tired of shaving, bring him back and I’ll zap it.” Larson turned, his smile two-faced as he looked at Andi. “You know what hair we’re talking about?”

“Um, I’m guessing pubic hair?”

“A lot of gay men prefer the little-boy look.”

Andi smiled uncertainly. With all the excitement, he’d almost forgotten. “That’s why the man in the photo doesn’t have any, huh?”

“He didn’t have that much hair to begin with.”

“I keep telling Andreas how lucky he is,” his mother teased.

Andi examined his bare arms. “Smooth is cool.”

“A lot of my gay clients get electrolysis. You won’t need it until you’re fifteen or so. You’re like me; hair won’t be a problem.”

Andi glanced up.

The doctor looked right at him. “You can keep it, if you want. The photo I mean….”

“I can?”

His mother smirked and he immediately blushed, realizing how eager he sounded.

“Thanks,” he said, vaguely aware that his heart was racing.

His mother helped him out of the chair. He was so weak in the knees that she had to dress him as well. At least he wouldn’t have to walk all the way home from the Chrysler Building.

“That’s some extreme equipment you have now, son. You’ll be the star of the locker room. Just don’t tell anyone who did it until you’re all grown up.”

“I won’t,” Andi muttered, feeling more butterflies in his belly and wondering when he’d tell Noah that he’d been ‘cut’ too.

His mother smirked as she carefully closed his zipper over the gauze padding. She waited until the doctor was busy.

“My beautiful gay boy’s got the sexiest cock I’ve ever seen,” she whispered. “Your men friends will be all over you.”

Chapter 8. ‘Messy’

“… All over for your cute little ass,” she teased. “You need to practice before they get your pants off.”

Andi looked up from Lemony Snicket as his mom placed a dildo on his tummy. Andi called her favorite sex toy ‘Igor’. She kept it handy, in the drawer next to her bed.

He smiled, turning shy as soon as he touched it. “Mom, men are way larger.”

As dildos went, Igor was small; though it was bigger than the reproductive organ of any boy in Andi’s school. The Lower School went to grade six.

“He’ll do for tonight, Sweetie.”

‘Igor’ was as long and thick as a man’s forefinger, about the same size as Andi’s hairbrush; however, it had a fat knob on one end and little balls on the other.

“So I put it in my butt and move it around like you do, huh?” Andi giggled.

“After you lubricate it properly.” She handed over a tube of KY.

Andi flipped off the cap and squeezed a bead along the little dildo, overkill for his first time with something other than spit and Vaseline. He spread it around and handed the tube back to her.

“Igor can get a bit messy, so I want you on this.” She spread a white hand towel beside Andi and he wriggled onto it. “Lie on your side and use your other hand to pull your butt cheeks apart.”

“Like this?”

Andi’s anus puckered up like a daisy bud, so small that she almost had second thoughts, yet as her finger came closer it grew larger as if ready to bloom. She touched it lightly. It was hot and moist, like touching someone’s lips.

“Tickles, Mom… Feels nice though,” Andi said dreamily.

“It’s supposed to, Sweetie. That’s why boys have sex here.”

She squeezed a dollop of KY on her finger and carefully placed it in the center of Andi’s crack. He tensed instantly, his buttocks clenching, his anus closing up.

“Cold?” she asked.

Andi nodded and tried to see over his shoulder.

She left the tube on top of the nightstand. “I want you to use KY when you do this, Honey. From now on we’ll keep it in here. Just don’t leave it where your friends can see it. I’d hate to explain it to Noah’s mom.”

“Noah wouldn’t say anything if I told him not to.”

“Put it under your undies where I can find it. I’ll buy more when you need it.”

His anus flexed on her fingertip when she prodded gently. She inserted her finger carefully, deep enough for a boy to enjoy the sensation of something inside his anus. Slowly rubbing the rim made the little knot loosen, gradually becoming stretchy, the surrounding flesh soft and slippery. She couldn’t help smiling.

“Okay Sweetie, you’re as ready as you’re going to be.”

“What do I do?”

“You put the pointy end in your poop hole.”

“Mom! I mean like how far?”

“As far as you want, Boychik.”

Igor’s head was more round than pointy, and much fatter than the end of his hairbrush. He reached back and placed it between his cheeks. His hand shook when he pressed it into the wrinkled depression. Like an anemone, his hole closed up instantly.

“You need to push out, and try to push it in at the same time. It’ll probably hurt a little, Honey.”

Andi pushed and accomplished nothing. He’d used so much KY that the dildo was difficult to hold. And the angle was wrong. And the head was too big. And his anus squeezed tight. And it hurt. And…

“I can’t!”

“Be patient, Sweetie. Igor will go in just like your hairbrush, only you have to push a bit harder.”

“You do it.”

She smiled and caressed Andi’s bare bottom, cupping her hand over a firm, rounded cheek, recklessly slipping her fingertips into his slippery crevice. His hole was hot and inviting. She pushed in a fingertip, deeper this time, feeling his moist inner lining, the opening nibbling before it closed up again.

“I don’t have long. Jacob’s picking me up in thirty minutes. We’re going to dinner. He’s setting up a foundation for underprivileged boys. He’s calling it the Andi Fisher Technical Education Resource. Isn’t that cool?

“I guess.”

“Maybe I ought to bring him up here for your technical education. I know he wouldn’t mind.”

Andi erupted in giggles. “I could ask Reed, only he’d probably want to take photos.”

“You might have better luck with his boyfriend. Actually, I’m thinking of having him redo your bedroom. We want your men friends so horny they won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”

“What’s wrong with it now?”

“Nothing, except skating’s not very romantic. Pull yourself wide apart, Honey. That’s the way. Now relax back there. “

She held the dildo firmly as she made a circle around the rim and poked it at the center. Another circle and Andi quivered. Around and around, gently prodding, tracing the rim before sliding along his slippery furrow.

“Let yourself go loose,” she murmured in his ear. “It’s easier if you help, Andi.”

He tried, doing his best to slacken the muscle as she moved the tip around and around, testing the still-taut wrinkle.

“Pretend it’s Jacob’s cock, Andi. Pretend he’s going to fuck you.”

“Is Reed okay?”

“Whatever. You want him in your boy-hole, Andi. You want him to do you. He’s got a big hard cock, and it belongs inside you. Now push out, Honey… From inside. Don’t just shove your butt back. That’s better. Push hard.”

Andi squirmed and tried again to look over his shoulder. He could feel the little rubbery dildo burrowing between his buttocks every time his mother pushed on it. It wasn’t like when he’d tried to insert it, yet he was very aware it would hurt if she pushed harder.

“You need to relax more.”

“You want me to push or relax?”

“Both.”

“At the same time?”

“Relax and push down on it. It isn’t that hard.”

“I’m trying.”

“Make your butthole go loose. It’s not that big.”

He could sense something nice lurking around the corner, nicer than his hairbrush, yet not like he thought it would be. It was good, not great. Maybe it needed to be farther inside him. The way she kept saying ‘relax’ annoyed him. He tried, wanting it inside him more than he’d wanted anything in his entire life.

“I can’t relax any more.”

“You’re nearly there. Push out!”

“I’m trying.”

“Do you want me to force it in, Sweetie?”

“Will it hurt?”

“It’s not that big.”

“Maybe you need to push harder, Mom.”

“Andi, if you don’t calm down, we’ll never get it in.”

“I am calm.”

She patted him on the bottom and pushed gently. His sphincter clamped down to protect the core of his sexuality. After seven attempts, half of the knob filled his anus, barely a half inch actually inside him.

“Andi, you have to get those muscles inside to loosen up.” She pushed gently, never letting up on the pressure.

Without more effort than his taking a deep slow breath, the head suddenly slipped through. Andi’s anus gripped the shaft and refused to let go.

“H-h-how far, M-mom?” Andi gasped. He could feel it, like a golf ball stuffed inside him, not at all like he thought it would be.

“Just the head, Honey.”

“It’s big!”

“It takes a while for your body to adjust.”

She moved it slightly, simulating sex with one quarter inch. Andi tensed, slowly relaxing as he became used to the feeling. She smiled down, soothing his flank with her other hand.

“Imagine if you tried to do this with a cock like the one in your photo?”

“Ouch!”

Paula laughed. “You wouldn’t be able to poop for a week.”

Andi was about to say, ‘assuming I survive,’ when the muscular barrier flexed again. It weakened slightly and another inch of the dildo glided in.

“There it goes,” his mother said calmly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

The pain wavered, shrinking with every cramp until it was almost enjoyable. The dildo made his ass ache, but in a good way. It was definitely foreign because his body kept trying to push it out.

“Is it all the way in?” Andi peeped.

“About halfway. You’re tighter than I thought you would be.” She smiled and pressed until he winced.

His body kept trying to push it out, so he pushed back and tried to relax the muscles inside even more. He was certain it went in farther every time he breathed out.

“You understand what just happened, Sweetie?”

“I have to relax and push out.” Andi felt behind him, his fingers searching between his mother’s fingers. He gasped as she guided another inch into him. “Wow! It’s in really deep, Mom.”

“Does it hurt?” she asked, gently drawing it back.

“It feels tight, like it’s stuck in there.” The good feeling he’d anticipated was just out of reach.

“In a couple of days your hole will be bigger. Remember, the muscle stretches so a boy can have sex with a man,” she said, trying hard not to snicker.

He was suddenly nervous. Until then, he hadn’t decided if he was going to tell her. “Mom, it’s making me shaky all over,”

“That’s normal for a gay boy.” She took her hand away. “When it feels loose, move it in and out, the same as your hairbrush. If it hurts, you’re doing it wrong.”

Andi’s hand replaced her, his fingers exerting forward pressure to keep it inside him when his muscles tried to push it out. Without warning, his anus squeezed on it, repeated sharp, biting spasms. Some made him whimper. He closed his eyes, and tried to make his ass looser. It seemed to help. Suddenly, he giggled.

“What’s so funny, Boychik?”

“If Noah fucked me, he’d feel like this.”

He’d told her about their shirtless wrestling match that turned into grabbing each other, finally pulling their track pants down, both boys as hard as nails. Noah had been fascinated by the younger boy’s penis. It was much shorter than his, yet nearly as thick. He stared long and hard, as if he’d never seen an uncircumcised boy. Admittedly, Andi’s was unusual because of its extra long nozzle. Even erect, his foreskin was so long it protruded past the end. With a grin, Andi had retracted his prepuce, pulling it all the way back to reveal a plump cherry-red head. Still grinning, he had reached for Noah’s much bigger penis, at the same time pulling Noah’s hand to his own. Instantly, both boys wanted more than clumsy touches. However, they couldn’t do what they wanted to do, not with Noah’s parents in the apartment.

“He’s as gay as you are, Andi, but you need to save yourself for your men-friends.”

He’d never felt so close to his mother. Having her dildo inside him thrilled him deep down. He could tell it affected her too. He cautiously applied more pressure. He felt it slide into him, right up inside him.

“Igor feels nice, huh?”

Andi nodded absently. “He’s good.”

“Just relax and move him in and out slowly until it gets looser inside. Once you can wriggle it around, try to find where it feels best.“

He pushed down ever so slightly. Now, it tickled. No, not a tickle, something else. Like it touched something special, something that made him tremble. He held his breath and kept it there, deliberately squeezing down from inside.

All of a sudden, he gasped, “Jesus!” He let it slide back until the pressure diminished.

“Once your ass muscle stops fighting it, things get looser inside. That’s when it feels good. Push it back in, Honey.”

Andi pushed it back in with his fingertip and sighed, unable to stop himself.

“Sweetie, keep trying to relax back there while you move him in and out.”

“Like this?” Andi grasped the greasy balls on the end, moving the little dildo a couple of inches.

“If you really want to have fun, move your hips at the same time, Andi. I’ll be back after I get dressed.”

He barely heard her, unaware that she stood up and moved away from the bed. He strained down and pushed it deeper, finally getting it in all the way. Realizing it could go no farther, his hand actually shook. Something inside him quaked and he groaned. He pulled his knees up, keeping his other hand wedged between his thighs to keep them apart, carefully avoiding contact with the gauze dressing, the dull ache in his groin almost forgotten.

“You feel so good, Igor,” he cooed, gently exploring.

She’d said to move it in and out, so he tried. His heart fluttered with the slightest movement. His body gripped tightly like it did with his hairbrush when he tried to push it in. Pushing down from inside seemed to help. Withdrawing was easy by comparison; however, it slid back too fast and he didn’t like it as much. A couple of times, he barely managed to stop it before it popped out. He was definitely getting the hang of it.

Then, the strangest thing happened. After a spasm that made him tremble, he pushed it in hard. He didn’t stop until the little plastic balls squashed into his crack. It was funny how easily it slid in, when a minute earlier he’d been close to crying. He repeated the process, stopping again to appreciate the feeling of being penetrated.

“Yeahhhh.” Suddenly, it felt so good his hand shook.

After few moments, he allowed it to slide back. He pushed it in again, not pausing until the knob was deep in his rectum. His ass-muscle definitely wasn’t fighting it now, so he risked removing it and repeated the process of lubrication, smearing excess KY from where it had gathered on the bottom of the shaft. He placed the slimy tip right over his anus.

“Here goes.”

He inhaled and pushed it in. His anus accepted the little bulbous head without as much as a twinge. He kept pushing, enjoying the sensation of penetration more than he ever did with his hairbrush.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, feeling very pleased with himself, increasingly confident that he was doing it the right way.

The next few strokes were even easier, much better than his hair brush, although the place that made him tremble was no longer there. He drew it out slowly, unexpectedly anxious. He wanted the feeling again. Just one time and he needed it more than he could stand. He pushed it back, holding onto the end and cautiously turning it around. All of a sudden, he trembled. He wriggled his hips like she said and gently pressed down, not knowing what to expect. The pressure against his spine felt stronger, even better than before. Not like before. It was throbbing inside him. He levered it up, like he was aiming for his belly button and thrust his pelvis back, forcing it deeper. An unexpected, overpowering shudder burst through him.

“Ohhahhh!”

“I see you’re getting it all the way in,” she observed. He nodded imperceptibly. He hadn’t heard her come back. “Better than your hairbrush?”

Andi nodded again, immediately turning pink with embarrassment. Part of him wanted to tell her what it felt like. During the last few seconds he’d realized that she’d never understand, or maybe she did and she’d given him the boy-sized dildo to find out for himself.

“You’ll want to do it harder once you get used to it, Sweetie. It’s too small to do any damage, but you still shouldn’t be rough with it.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, on edge yet accepting that she had to tell him what to do.

“We’re a team.”

“Yeah…” he relented with a pathetic smile.

“Try to stay on the towel, Honey. There’s always a chance something will come out when you get excited. I don’t want you making a mess on the bedspread.”

“Okay.” For the first time in his life, he wanted her gone.

“I’ll buy a plastic sheet for your mattress, just in case.”

“I haven’t wet the bed since I was a little kid.”

“Sweetie, when gay boys take it in the ass, sometimes they lose control of their bladders.”

“Mom!” he whined.

“Remember when we talked about orgasms, how males can have them from behind as well? I know your dry ones feel great, but from what I’ve heard, anal orgasms are in a whole different category.”

“I thought that only happened with, um, you know, a big one?”

“Maybe you’ll be lucky with Igor. If you get him in the right spot and rub hard enough…” She could see he was uncomfortable, yet she went on regardless. “If you feel yourself losing control, it’s probably what’s happening. Just keep rubbing and don’t panic. With a good one, you’ll feel shaky all over afterwards. ”

Andi was too ashamed to speak, yet he trembled at the thought.

“You’ll probably want to masturbate too, Sweetie. Until the stitches come out, I want you to leave Kolbász out of it.”

“I won’t touch it, Mom. I promise.”

“Right now, we’re training your body to get used to having a penis inside it. You might have an anal orgasm, or you might not. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t try, but if you don’t, just remember there’s always next time.”

He nodded awkwardly. With his hairbrush, it felt like something might burst inside him, an awesome sensation that he wanted to repeat again and again.

“Andi, from now on, I want you to practice every chance you get, especially in bed at night. Reed said a good cum from behind will blow your mind.”

“He ought to know.”

“Ass sex and being gay go hand in hand, Sweetie. Want to bet it’s all you’ll ever want to do once you’ve had one,” she teased.

Andi went bright red.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Honey. There’s an awful lot you need to learn.”

She held out her hand. Andi gaped at a fake phallus he’d never seen before. It had a threatening flared helmet head that was even wider than the cock in his photo. Unlike a real cock, it suddenly tapered at the base before it bulged out again. It had a ring on the end almost too small to hold on to.

“It’s a Darth Vader dildo,” he giggled, fingering the black, shiny shaft nervously.

He’d followed a black man into the toilet at the AMC Empire 25 cinema-plex only the weekend before. It wasn’t the first time he’d peeked sideways at a urinal—he did it whenever he thought he wouldn’t be noticed. It took all of his courage to stand at the next urinal when there were six empty spaces. He was so scared it took him forever to get started; he had to strain to get as much as a dribble.

Seeing a black man’s cock in the flesh was infinitely more exciting than waiting for photos to appear on his computer. His heart hammered as he stared, licking his lips. He sensed he wasn’t the only one looking. When he finally lifted his gaze away, their eyes met and the man started to stiffen. Suddenly, nothing mattered. It grew before him, a gigantic, swollen erection. Fully engorged, it wasn’t black like he expected. Instead, it was dark purple, with a huge crimson glans that was already leaking pre-cum. It thrilled him in a way he’d never imagined.

“More like Godzilla, Sweetie. It’s made for Japanese boys, when they have sex with men.”

“They must have huge ones, Mom.”

“I expect they like their boys nice and loose.”

However, Andi’s mind was still in the toilet. The man’s cock had seemed enormous to the nearly ten-year-old. After a few seconds, he managed to glance up and the man smiled down at him. He wasn’t ready to smile back, even though part of him really wanted to. Instead, fear squelched his curiosity in an instant. The man whispered ‘hi’ and gestured to the cubicles. He bolted, running back to his mom and the movie.

“It’s for later, when you want to make yourself bigger,” she said gently.

He took it hesitantly. It smelled vaguely like anchovies, which seemed strange—it was plastic. He could just make out ‘Samurai Junior’ embossed on the side.

“Is Jacob’s this big?”

It was more than twice the length of the one inside him, the difference between a well-endowed man and a barely pubescent boy.

“He wishes. Gary’s about the same size as this.”

“Lucky Gary.”

She winked at him. “At a guess, I’d say my beautiful gay boy likes big ones.”

He didn’t hear her. It was weird—for some reason he really liked holding it, yet it made him nervous; maybe because his penis was so small; or maybe because it was black. His fingers and thumb didn’t touch with his hand wrapped around it.

“This’ll never fit in me, Mom.”

He only mumbled when he had to speak with his history teacher, humiliated because his homework was never good enough, plus he always had an erection.

“Not tonight, but eventually it will, and so will Gary, if you want him to. Your body can stretch a lot back there.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Men have been doing boys since time began, Andi. A lot of them have put bigger cocks than this inside boys your size.”

“You don’t know if those boys survived, do you?”

“You’re such a wuss,” she teased. “It’ll go in easily after you’ve done it a few times, Honey. Don’t worry; we won’t even try it in your butt until you’ve been with Jacob.”

She watched him examine it. She knew she was doing the right thing from the way he touched it. He was still shy, yet instinct was already taking charge. He stroked it almost reverently.

“There’s a reason why I’m giving this to you now,” she said, waiting until Andi looked up. “You need to practice with your mouth too, Honey. It won’t always go in your butt.”

“Huh?”

“Remember what I told you about men? How they like you to make a big fuss over their cocks.”

“You mean… when you put it in your mouth?”

“Men will want you to suck their cocks,” she went on, smiling as Andi made a face. “It isn’t that bad. Giving a blow job is like kissing; it takes practice to do it properly.”

He swallowed a mouthful of spit. The head looked too large to fit in his mouth, let alone the rest of it. However, he wanted to try. It was definitely too big for his little butt, yet had she suggested it, he would have been willing to try.

“Jacob loves a good suck,” she went on. “You won’t have to deep-throat him right away, not that he wouldn’t like you to...”

“What’s deep-throat mean?” he said quietly, without shame, the same way she did.

“I know I told you. It’s when you take him into your throat, Honey. You’ll love doing it when the time comes. Right now, we need to get you used to having something in your mouth besides your tongue.”

Andi giggled. He couldn’t help it. It was funny. The idea of putting a man’s penis in his mouth made him quiver. He licked his lips, very glad that his mother was about to leave. He’d have the whole night alone with his new toys and the gay websites he’d discovered. His penis started to stiffen, and right away, he realized that it felt very different.

“Kolbász feels weird, Mom.” He pressed the little red bulb between his thumb and first finger. Unprotected, and tender on the tip, it made him flinch.

“It’ll feel better when you jack off.” She looked at him fondly. “You’re much sexier without it.”

He fingered the ‘v’ in his glans, where his pee came from. “I’m glad we got it done, Mom.”

“Remember what the doctor said about not playing with it until the stitches come out.”

“I’m not playing with it! I’m looking at it,!”

A moment later, he realized that the dildo was slowly sliding out by itself. He let go of his penis and stopped it before it plopped onto the towel. He pushed it back slowly. It was already so loose that he didn’t stop until it was all the way in. It felt good. In fact, he also couldn’t stop himself from trembling—in seconds the feeling was beyond ‘unreal’ and he hadn’t even squeezed down on it like he had before. He looked up at her guiltily.

His mother smiled. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying your body, Andi.”

He smirked back at her, wriggling his hips to get comfortable. He’d heard it before. “It feels nicer than my hairbrush,” he admitted.

“It’ll feel even nicer when you learn how to relax. I want you to practice putting it in and moving it around. When you’re ready for more, try squeezing on it as hard as you can. That’s what boys do when they’re with men.”

“I don’t just lie there and let him do me, huh?”

She laughed. “The more you work the muscles inside, the more your men friends will enjoy it. You’ll have more fun too. Lots of practice beforehand will make you better at it. The more you practice the better you skate, right? It’s the same having sex; it’ll get easier too.”

Andi giggled, inhibition finally gone. “Can I use Igor in the shower?”

“Just remember to use Vaseline.”

Andi played dumb. “I thought that was for when I…” He jerked his hand in front of his crotch.

She laughed. “That too. “

“What if I don’t like being all greasy back there?” Andi said shyly.

“Get used to it. So, have you given yourself an orgasm without touching Kolbász?”

Andi frowned at her back as she turned to look at his Mickey Mouse clock, still plenty of time before Jacob picked her up.

“Your fingers probably aren’t long enough, Sweetie. I bet you could if you rubbed Igor in the right place,” she teased, mussing up his hair.

Andi grinned back at her. He brought the big black cock to his lips and shyly kissed it.

He felt awkward with his mother watching, yet it was obvious she wanted to see him do it. Sometimes, she even stood behind him when he looked at photos on websites. Most times, her comments were hilarious.

“Properly, Sweetie.”

His crimson penis poked into the gauze dressing, fully erect and throbbing like crazy. He licked his lips, trying to decide whether he’d kiss it, or lick it, or put the head between his lips.

“When Jacob shoots his cum, he’ll want you to swallow it, Andi. All men do, like it’s a special treat,” she went on.

Another piece of the jigsaw slotted together as he licked the head. It didn’t taste fishy.

“You can gargle egg white so you get used to having your mouth full of it. By the time you taste the real thing, you’ll be able to take whatever he gives you.”

She made a face and Andi giggled, “Yuck.” He kissed it again, letting his lips part enough to the tip to touch his teeth.

“The easiest way is gulp it down as fast as you can.”

Andi made a face back at her, feeling funny inside. He’d seen semen before in condoms, mostly left on her bed. At her suggestion, he’d even put his finger in the wet slimy stuff.

“You’ll get used it.” She smiled. “Once your face’s been covered with cum a few times you won’t care where it ends up.”

Andi decided she was being funny. “I wish Reed was this big,” he said instead, smirking at the possibility as he fingered Darth’s prominent head.

“He’s hot to look at, but I seriously doubt he’s got more than five inches. Why don’t you ask him to show you?”

“Like that’ll happen.”

“You’re a beautiful, sexy boy. You never know, Honey.”

On cue, he kissed it again. It was smooth and warm, so he licked it. He had to make himself swallow afterwards.

“I think you’re ready to suck your first cock, Andi.”

Obediently, Andi opened his mouth wide. The head stretched his lips. She pushed his hand closer. Suddenly it was inside his mouth, forcing his tongue out of the way.

“Good boy. Breath through your nose.”

He looked up at her, trembling, plugged at both ends.

“Go back and forth, Sweetie. Try to suck harder on the way out. Wrap your lips around the knob as it comes out and put some pressure on it. Okay, take a rest.”

Andi gasped, “Not so bad.”

“Wait until the real thing’s in your mouth. When it’s all the way out, you’ll miss it. Now, if you want to take a breath, you can use your lips and tongue to make him feel good….”

Andi kissed up and down the thick plastic shaft. A little bit braver, he licked guardedly, unaware that he trembled.

“Kiss, lick, and suck, as much as you want, but always remember the head’s the most sensitive part. That’s how you control his climax. Now, lick it up and down. If your mouth gets tired, use your tongue on the knob. Lots of spit so it’s slippery.”

Andi lifted off, panting deeply. “Mom, it’s making me feel funny inside.”

“It’s supposed to, Honey. Don’t tell me it isn’t more fun than the Simpsons,” she teased.

He nodded back, his heartbeat like a drum, pounding fast.

“Honey, I have to go. Jacob’s probably waiting downstairs. Don’t answer the phone, and don’t open the door, unless it’s Reed, of course,” she teased.

“He’s at some party with Walter on Long Island. Tomorrow, he’s going away for a week. He has a photo shoot in LA.”

“I’m sure you won’t get bored now you’ve got Darth and Igor to play with. Don’t even think about trying Darth in your butt,” she smiled, way ahead of him.

He absently licked his lips as he felt under his buttocks. “It’s kind of loose already.”

“Butts are supposed to do that, Honey.” She regarded him, full of motherly pride. “I always knew you were like me, Andi.”

“That’s why we’re a team, Mom.”

“Right now, I’m the teacher, and you need to do your homework.”

Chapter 9. ‘Jungle Boy’

“You need to do your homework or you’ll repeat fourth grade.”

“No shit!” Andi folded his report card and placed it back in its envelop.

He had a D in math, a C in Science, three Bs, and one A. Everyone got As in gym, even the fat kids who wheezed and couldn’t do pushups.

“What’s your mom going to say?” Noah persisted. His mom was always looking over his shoulder.

“Nothing. She didn’t finish high school and she’s doing alright,” he said smugly.

He’d earned his grades by himself—no one checked his homework every night or worked on his school projects. Besides, for almost a month he’d had other things on his mind besides studying for tests.

On reflection, he stuck the envelope inside his backpack.

“Why didn’t she finish?” Noah always got As, but he wasn’t street smart.

Andi took out his iPhone to check the time again. “She had me,” he said simply. When Noah looked bewildered, he added, “I’m ten. She’s 26. Figure it out, Math genius.”

He leaned against the elevator rail, watching the digital floor numbers race pass. Just ten minutes until Jacob arrived. Just enough time to shower and change his clothes. He couldn’t stop smiling.

“You want to come to my place? My parents aren’t going to be home until six,” Noah asked when the elevator slowed at the 31^st floor.

Reprise of every day for three weeks—he’d made the same offer again and again, and received the same response, a smile. It was as if Andi knew exactly what he wanted, and wanted to tease him.

“We could wrestle, if you wanted,” Noah added, his voice squeaking with guilt.

Andi escaped through the opening door. “One of Mom’s friends is taking me out to celebrate my birthday. Stay cool, Dude.”

Then, he was gone, skating on wheels in his heels, barely aware that Noah shouted ‘happy birthday,’ behind him. Outside the door to 3112, he stabbed his finger on the button three times. Before he could get the key from his pocket, the door opened. His mother had been waiting nearby.

“Jacob called. He’s running fifteen minutes late.” She steered Andi down the hall.

Inspired by Reed’s photos of Andi posing in a car-polishing chamois, Walter turned Andi’s bedroom into a Hollywood-eclectic boy-boudoir. Overtly ‘queer’ was Walter’s forte. The theme was ‘jungle boy.’ Andi didn’t like it as much as his old room, which had photos of skaters on every wall.

Now, expensive gold-leaf wallpaper lined the walls and ceiling. An artisan in a Chinese sweat shop embossed it with black vines and fanciful leaves, with tendrils curling across three glittering bamboo-framed mirrors. On the opposite wall was a life-size metallized print of Tarzan and a curly-headed prepubescent Johnny Sheffield. Naked except for loose-fitting loincloths, they embraced in a bizarre glittering rain forest.

There were exotic plants (all artificial), a stuffed, slightly moth-eaten gazelle head (from a 19^th century hunting lodge in upstate New York), an assortment of spears and drums that should have come from the Congo, but were made in Brazil, and horrid face masks, which kept him awake at night. A zebra hide (also from upstate New York) covered most of the floor, and there was a big game gun on the wall, which was ‘way cool.’ His new bed was appropriately queen-sized with a bamboo and wicker frame and a mosquito net canopy tied out of the way.

His mother ushered him into his bathroom. The ‘jungle boy’ theme continued into the oversized shower, now with etched glass screens and tile mosaic walls. Sparkling ferns mingled into tiger stripes. The rest of walls were glossy metallic green, adding to the eclectic ambience. As if Andi’s libido needed encouragement, surrounding the toilet were three of Reed’s black and white photographs of naked men with pendulous genitalia.

“Let’s get your clothes off,” she instructed.

He stripped off his school clothes; watching himself in infinite reflections on six carefully placed full-length mirrors. He wore underpants, black Calvin Klein tighties, not for support but because his penis was too sensitive not to. He skinned them off, very aware of his mother’s approving smile.

“Just look at my little gay boy,” she admired.

Andi followed her daze down. He was fully healed, his sex organs a surgical work of art not intended for reproduction. His penis was pink and shiny smooth for all of its length, with a fat little mushroom head plopped on the end. Without the frilly collar that other boys had, his glans flared out like a helmet. His balls were tiny, a discreet, crinkly knob barely seen underneath.

“I could be a call boy, I’m so sexy,” Andi cooed, tongue-in-cheek.

She laughed. “Then, you better flush before you hop in the shower. Assume the position, Sweetie.”

Andi grimaced. He’d had six enemas in the last month, unpleasant but necessary when a boy played with dildos. However, he also appreciated why he had to have one before Jacob arrived. He braced himself against the black granite vanity and leaned forward. His mother sat on the edge of the bath. She fitted the enema tube onto the tap, adjusted the water temperature, and lubricated the nozzle end with scented soap.

“I’m glad we had Simon do your balls too,” she said, fondling his soapy scrotum from behind.

“I don’t want them bouncing around while a man’s doing my ass, that’s for sure,” Andi giggled.

“Or getting in the way when he sucks you…”

With one hand spreading Andi’s buttocks, she examined his anus. Sometime during the last four weeks, his little daisy bud had become a pink lily. A dark smudge around it confirmed just how often Andi had forced her sex toys into his rectum.

Her finger gently circled the opening until Andi relaxed. “You’ve loosened up nicely.” She was careful to keep her fingernail from scraping the rim.

“Am I big enough?”

“Honestly Honey, it still looks too small. Luckily, Jacob’s not all that large,” she teased. “I’ll tell him to put it in slowly. If you give your butt enough time it always stretches, doesn’t it?”

“I guess.”

“Don’t worry, Boychik. Jacob’s very considerate. That’s why I picked him to be your first. Just make sure whatever you do….”

“I know. Even if it hurts like hell, pretend like I’m enjoying it.”

“It won’t feel all that nice at first. The important thing is for him to have fun. He won’t if you’re scared.”

“I can’t help it.”

“You have to do it sooner or later, Andi.”

“I just want it over.”

She smiled reassuringly, lovingly fondling his buttocks. “Sweetie, it’s not as bad as you think. Just remember it gets better the more you do it.”

“I know, Mom.”

“I’m so proud of you.” She hugged him, spreading his cheeks apart with one hand. “Ready?” Before he could answer, she poked the nozzle up his anus, and with a determined push, quickly slid in the hose to the five-inch mark.

Andi tensed and held his breath as the flow started. He could feel it filling him up, a steady stream of warm water until his belly gurgled. He always enjoyed that part of it—he hated what followed. All too soon, she turned off the water and eased out the tube.

“Hold it in as long as you can,” she instructed, although Andi didn’t need hear it.

He felt fuller than ever before. She turned him around, his normally flat belly distended; his belly button was a cave big enough to hold two M&Ms instead of just one. His penis dangled impotently.

She tweaked it playfully, fascinated as the delicate skin slowly stretched out and lengthened, lifting up to a shiny ruddy erection. His little scrotum stayed scrunched underneath, almost vestigial.

“You couldn’t be more perfect for Jacob,” she said with a smile.

“Huh?”

“Sweetie, with your beautiful little weenie, you can have any man you want.”

At a fingernail short of three inches, his penis was obviously immature. However, it wasn’t a young boy’s penis any longer. It was erotic, bearing no sign of a scar except the one he was born with.

“I’m so glad we had you circumcised. You look awesome,” she added.

“And I don’t have to worry about smelling like blue cheese.”

She touched his scrotum, rubbing gently, making the eggs move inside.

“I look like Fritzy,” Andi giggled, looking down with her.

She giggled as well. With his knobby balls, the root of his penis was very evident.

“My beautiful sexy boy makes a very nice puppy.”

Andi growled and then barked soprano.

“Jacob’s going to love you.” Then, lightly patting her son’s firmly clenched behind, she added, “He’ll love this too. You’re going to make him very happy tonight, Sweetie.”

Her fingertip lightly tickled the acorn-shaped head of his penis. Without foreskin to protect it, Andi got hard at the slightest touch. He inhaled. His penis stiffened even more as her finger rubbed in the groove underneath. Within seconds, it was erect, short and wide, and sticking straight out.

“Nice and hard; that’s how I want to see you from now on.”

Compared to her clients, he was minimally male, yet his cock was completely rigid, perfectly capable of pleasing a man like Jacob Friedman.

“My boychik is so sexy. I know you like this,” she purred, drawing her fingers down the shaft.

He smiled shyly, his penis flexing, demanding attention. Suddenly, she lowered her head and kissed it, trying to convince herself that she did it only to show him what it would feel like when he did it to Jacob’s cock. His heart jumped as her kiss lingered. He stood very still, a smug newly minted ten-year-old boy, stark naked and utterly wanton. He was certain his face was bright red, yet he still wanted more, not really believing his mother was licking the end of his penis. She was. It felt so good he didn’t want her to stop.

She made the tip tingle in a way it never did when he played with himself. Her tongue swirled all over it, her moist lips kissing from the exposed tip down to the base. He closed his eyes and pretended a man’s fingers pressed into his belly, rubbing firmly to move the liquid around. She could hear him gurgle, faint tremors as warning spasms rippled through him. Eventually, her lips slipped over the tiny, turgid glans, and she sucked on his very stiff organ, slowly sliding her lips down the slippery shaft, her cheeks concaving. Andi’s penis emerged very slowly, until her tongue-tip touched where his pee came out. In the groove of his glans, lips and tongue worked together, sucking, licking, or nibbling; he wasn’t sure which.

“Mom….”

She lifted away long enough to whisper, “Shhhh. Your dick wants this even if you don’t.”

Andi felt the plump tip of his penis pop back behind her lips. It got his heart racing again. In an instant, it felt so natural, snug, hot, and slippery wet. Her tongue sought his pee-hole again, tickling in the groove where it was incredibly sensitive. He felt like he was going to pee any second. Her fingers pulled on his buttocks, parting his crack and pulling him closer. He let out a contented sigh as his penis surged deeper, soon all the way in her mouth. Her tongue slathered his pubis as she massaged his balls, tugging and rolling them while she sucked. He trembled until she regained control of herself.

“It’s time for my beautiful gay boy to sit on the potty,” she announced, as if nothing had happened for nearly two minutes.

Andi grimaced, red-faced as he waddled to the toilet, clamping his buttocks together to hold back the pressurized liquid, his saliva-slicked boyhood pointing the way. He sat down just in time.

“As soon as you’re done, hop in the shower, Sweetie. Use my pink soap so you smell nice.”

“Yes Mom.” He grunted as the second wave spouted into the toilet bowl.

“Sounds like you needed a good flush. Don’t forget to wash your boy-stuff properly.”

“Yes Mom.”

“Make sure everything’s out, Sweetie. We don’t have time for a rinse.”

“Yes Mom,” he muttered, more embarrassed than ever. It was almost over.

“I’ll put your clothes on the bed. Oh, and if you masturbate, don’t go too far.”

“Yes Mom.”

“Even if my little boy can’t cum, he still needs to be fired up for his first date.”

“Yes Mom.”

“It’s different with me; I can fake it. A man can tell with a boy. You need to be as hard as steel so he knows you’re horny.”

Almost immediately, he cramped again, but only brown water squirted out. He waited until he heard her leave his bedroom before he stood up. He examined himself in the full-length mirrors, never more aware of his genitals. His penis was still poking out, still pink and wet with her spit. It tingled too. That men found a small penis so desirable that they would risk a lifetime in prison intrigued him.

He flushed before he got in the shower, washing himself with fastidious care; absorbed by the sensation of his body slippery with soap. The best part was sliding his hands up his long smooth thighs, stoking his crotch, along his slender chest, then down and over his small rounded buttocks. It was like masturbating his whole body.

His penis stuck out from a white foamy pubis, needing more than soapy massages. He rubbed it the way she‘d made him do since the stitches came out, using his fist instead of quick, short strokes with two fingers and a thumb. He did it slowly until he got used to the throbbing. After that, he gripped it so the exposed helmet bore the brunt, jacking off like a much older boy. It felt strange and it made him tremble. Since losing his foreskin, he didn’t masturbate very often, not like he used to. It was so tight it quickly got sore if he didn’t use baby oil.

Within a minute, his back arched as he strained to hold back the shudders that came out of nowhere. It happened so fast it startled him. With his eyes nearly closed, he squeezed hard on the slippery shaft, fingertip and thumb pinching on the tip—she’d taught him to do that too, tormenting the swollen little ball until he was ready to explode.

“Hurry up in there!” It was loud enough to stop him in his tracks.

“Nearly done!” he called back.

“Make sure your ass is cleaned out, Honey.”

With his heart thumping, he quickly inserted the soap between his buttocks. His forefinger followed, poking into his soapy anus, sliding it deeper and deeper until it could go no farther. He closed his eyes, relaxing around his finger before he moved it in and out, side to side, up and down—there was a lot more room inside him after a month. He rubbed and poked at his undeveloped prostate, forcing down from inside, doing it faster and harder until his knees gave way and he had to stop or risk falling against the shower screen.

After he calmed down, he shampooed his hair, twice, because nice-smelling hair was essential. Before rinsing off, he peed, the way he used to before his circumcision, not holding his penis. Without a foreskin to direct the flow, it sprayed his feet. With an evil grin, he guided the stream over his legs, even getting some on his thighs, giggling as it washed away, getting hard again instantly, wondering what his mother would say if she knew. It felt so good he was disappointed when his bladder was empty.

He dried off, brushed his teeth and his hair, smeared hand-lotion over his penis, put some on his lips to keep them soft as well, and hurried back to his bedroom, his towel draped around his waist in case his mother was there.

She wasn’t. She’d laid out his clothes on the bed. She’d chosen a skater-boy outfit for his first date. It was Andi’s favorite attire: baggy khakis which he rolled at the ankle, I-Path shoes, red socks, and a metal-blue Billabong Run Down hoody decorated with a skull, crown, wings, and flames. He left the zip half down to show off his chest.

He found his mother in the kitchen. “Do I look sexy or what?” he asked from the doorway.

He pivoted so she could she behind.

“You’re gorgeous, Sweetie. Let’s leave the zipper lower. That’s better. You have such a nice tummy it’s silly to hide it.” She was as nervous as he was. “This is for my beautiful gay boy.”

She gave him a necklace, a thin leather cord braided in four different colors. The silver pendant was an African phallic symbol that needed no imagination. Andi slipped it over his head, thinking he might as well carry a sign.

“You took such a long time in the shower. I was beginning to think you’d fallen asleep.””

“You told me to wash my butt properly.”

“Did you masturbate too?”

He shrugged shyly even though she always teased him about doing it.

“Don’t be embarrassed; it’s what boys do. I want you to masturbate whenever you get the urge.”

Andi giggled.

“Just make sure to use your baby oil in the shower. The last thing you need is a sore weenie.”

“I didn’t do it that long, Mom,” Andi said, avoiding her eyes.

“Let’s hope that you won’t want to play with it as much after he’s done you,” she teased, smearing a dab of Songes Moon behind his ears. “This is Jacob’s favorite.” She smiled, looking him over. “Is my beautiful gay boy ready to get laid?”

Andi nodded eagerly.

“Good, because Jacob’s waiting downstairs. I hope you’re up for some fun.”

Chapter 10. ‘Legal’

“Up for some fun, birthday boy?”

Tongue-tied, Andi grinned, shrugged, and shuffled his feet. Carter stabbed his finger on the elevator call button. He winked right at the bright-eyed skater-boy who was trying to figure out how the man knew it was his birthday.

“Hi, Mr. Carter,” Andi finally mumbled.

“Seems like we keep running into each other. You following me?” Carter admonished.

Andi’s heart was doing flip-flops in his chest. He seemed to be constantly running into Daniel B. Carter, almost always in the lobby so they rode the elevator together.

Andi’s mom smiled flirtatiously and nudged him to answer. “Sweetie…”

“Um, I don’t think so. We don’t run into each other that often.”

“That would be our chariot,” Carter said, heading down the row of elevators to the last one on the right. He stood aside for Andi and his mom to enter. “Ms. Galstone, how are you this evening.”

She returned a chilly lesbian glare.

“Big day today. Andi’s ten,” Carter proclaimed. He rested his hand on Andi’s skinny shoulder. “Either he’s following me or we have the same schedule. Maybe we share the same karma?”

Lisa Galstone’s shrug might’ve been doubt or disbelief. She turned to Andi’s mother, something about her last visit to Prieto’s.

“How about you follow me to the ice-cream shop we celebrate April 23^rd?” Carter said.

Andi managed a nervous smile, another panicky shrug. “I can’t. Not tonight.”

“Big party planned for tonight?” Carter asked, taking visceral delight in the honky-boy’s meekness.

“My uncle’s taking me out for dinner.”

“Sounds and after that, a wild night on the town?”

Andi grinned. “He’s taking me to the circus, only I’m not supposed to know. It’s a surprise.”

“Lucky you. How’s that new Apple working out?”

Andi looked him oddly.

“Reed told me you got one in the mail. You must have a secret admirer; least I think it was Reed. I’ve met so many people since I moved in. Everyone likes the kid on 31. That would be you, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Just today, the door dude said you’re the nicest kid in the building.”

“His name is Mack.”

“Right! Mack, I’ll try to remember. You competing for Mr. Popular or something?”

This time, Andi’s mother nearly laughed, amused by her son’s sudden ineptness, which was quite out of character.

“What about you, Ms. Fisher? You up for ice cream?” Carter went on, regarding her with an appreciative eye.

“I’m meeting a client. Another time perhaps.”

“Well, have a good time with your uncle, Andi,” Carter said, standing aside for MS. Galstone to make her escape when the elevator door opened. “I expect I’ll see you skating in Central Park East tomorrow morning?”

Andi just nodded.

“You’re not going out?” she asked when Carter stepped back into the elevator.

“Oh, I forgot something . Happy birthday, Andi.”

Andi grinned and slapped a high-and-low-five with the doorman. Mack was a donut-loving, reformed thug with a Brooklyn brogue, freckles, and red hair. The rumor that he carried a handgun was true. One day he’d showed it to Andi, a 44 magnum in a black shoulder holster. At least once a week, Andi teased him about donuts, and got tickled for causing trouble. He would’ve let Mack tickle him every time he passed by except his mother said flirting with the staff was never a good idea. This time, he didn’t get past until he told Mack he was going to the circus with his uncle.

A sparkling, bright red Corvette convertible was parked right outside the door. It had the widest wheels that Andi had ever seen.

“Remember, you want him to think he’s the only man in your life,” his mother said quietly as they walked to the curb.

“Hi, Mr. Friedman,” Andi called, waving vigorously.

Jacob Samuel Friedman, 54 years old, was the Senior VP of GM’s North American production. Normally garrulous, he just stared at the boy approaching the car. Mustering years of sound judgment, he offered a boardroom smile. A moment later, he hoped it didn’t come across as threatening, or insincere, or... He’d spent an hour deciding what to say and now his mouth wouldn’t move. He did manage to lean over and open the passenger door.

“This is like major cool, Mr. Friedman,” Andi admired as he plopped into the butter-smooth leather seat.

Somehow, Jacob stopped ogling long enough to say, “Happy birthday, Andi.”

“My favorite color is exactly this red.”

“It’s the same as your sexy socks.” Jacob gulped and blushed, realizing how silly he sounded.

Andi grinned, showing snow-white teeth that his dentist adored.

Jacob gushed on regardless. “The bad news is you’ll have to wait until you’re old enough to drive. I’m sure your mom will take you wherever you want to go.”

Andi kept grinning, eager to show how happy he was to be going out with him.

His mother’s mouth dropped open. “Jacob, you shouldn’t have…”

“It just came off the line. I ordered it right after you called me. It’s not every day that a boy turns ten.”

“Or gets laid for the first time,” Paula whispered. She leaned over Andi’s door to look inside, thinking a $68,000 sports car was no less than her son deserved.

Andi smirked back at her even as Jacob’s heart thumped several times. She smooched the top of his head. When she glanced down, she knew she was doing the right thing. He was hard.

“I’m not writing it off, so you won’t have to pay taxes,” Jacob confided. “As far as anyone knows you paid cash.”

“It’s very generous of you.” She fondled the hair behind Andi’s ear, the same way she did when they lay in bed on Sunday mornings. Her little boy suddenly seemed so grownup. “Enjoy your first date, boys.”

The car squealed away with a deep-throated rumble from the quadruple exhaust pipes. Only then, did Paula see the personalized plates, ‘Andi10.’

“Where are we going, Mr. Friedman?” Andi asked when he could hear himself talk.

“Do you want me to call you Mr. Fisher?” He winked so Andi would know he was teasing.

“I can’t call you Jacob like Mom does. It’s like ancient,” Andi teased back.

Jacob felt awkward from the moment he saw Andi swagger out of the huge gold-plated doors. Now, he was tongue-tied.

“Um, how about you call me Uncle Jake,” he managed to mumble.

Andi giggled. “I will when people can hear. You’re Jakey when it’s just you and me, okay?” It was his mom’s idea.

‘Jakey’ grinned and reached over to shake hands with the dazzling youngster. He was going crazy with lust. His mind reeled; a million pressing thoughts, all headed in the same direction. So far it was all perfectly legal, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dreaming about kissing Andi on his beautiful red lips. His gaze drifted down. Slender neck, smooth, almond-toned boy-chest, boy-nipples hiding in the shadow of the half-open hoody; a boy like that deserved a bright red Corvette.

Andi felt the man’s eyes on him. As naturally as he could; he tugged down the zipper to just above his belly button. Jacob’s eyes widened instantly. There was a silver pendant that might be a… He inhaled and looked twice to make sure. It was a silver cock dangling against his chest, pointing to a taut little tummy, no doubt about it, with pea-sized balls too. It was supposed to be erotic, and it was. On a ten-year-old boy it was also obscene.

He raised an eyebrow and Andi smiled back. He got another glimpse of white teeth with a gap in the side, vaguely aware that Andi was pulling down his zipper a few more inches.

When the traffic slowed, his gaze diverted to focus on a tiny belly button tucked between ripples of skin. He gulped air. It could have been as long as a minute before his shell-shocked mind recovered. At the next set of lights, his eyes went directly to Andi’s navel. He licked his lips, barely aware that Andi was talking about the last time he went to Central Park Zoo. By then, his attention was riveted on a little boy-bulge guarded by long slender thighs. Every boy had a bulge there, some bigger, some smaller; yet in some mysterious way, he knew what caused Andi’s bulge would be everything he’d ever dreamed about. He wanted to lean over and touch it almost more than he could stand. He was smart enough not to. No boy would want to do that in public! He’d be happy just talking about Central Park Zoo. If he played his cards right they might go there next time.

Slightly turning his head, he caught Andi’s eye. The boy smiled, shyly, or was it coyly? Jacob’s heart jumped either way. It was all so confusing.

Andi swapped his ambiguous smile for a grin. “Can I change gears next time?”

“It’ll do it automatically…. Of course you can.”

In an instant, Jacob realized he’d be holding Andi’s hand the next time the car stopped. Again, he glanced sideways. The boy was still smiling, eyes ablaze with excitement as he plopped his hand on the gear knob. He reached over too, barely breathing when his fingers met Andi’s hand on the gear shift.

“I’ll show you what to do, okay?”

“I was hoping you would. I’ve never done it before.”

Oh my! He dared not think about what might happen by the end of the night.

“So where are we going, Jakey?” Andi asked again when they stopped at the next set of lights.

Jacob came back to earth with a bump. “We need to get something to eat. We have to be at Madison Square Garden by 6:00 pm.”

Finally, he couldn’t control himself any longer. He leaned over and brushed his hand through Andi’s twice-shampooed hair, risking a 50-50 chance of a heart attack. No ‘no,’ just a grin, those big, brown eyes melting into his. He tousled Andi’s hair and the boy giggled.

“You’re really cute with your hair mussed up,” Jacob muttered. Andi grinned as the man’s fingers brushed his forehead, his thumb ever so lightly stroking his ear. “Your skin is so soft. Do you mind me touching you?”

“Why would I mind?”

“My grandson doesn’t like being touched. He’s very bright, but sometimes it seems as if he doesn’t like me very much.”

“What’s his name?”

Jacob smiled fondly. “Aaron; a good Jewish name, the brother of Moses.”

Andi smiled too. His mother had warned him about Aaron. He waited for Jacob to glance sideways. “You can touch me anywhere, if you want.”

Chapter 11. ‘Weenie’

“If you want, there’s ice cream,” Paula said for third time.

Andi’s birthday cake had a thick layer of cream oozing out the sides, white icing and a single red rose on top. It was shaped like Vesuvius, its symbolism lost on a ten-year-old boy.

“Who needs ice cream?” Andi licked gooey vanilla cream, smacking his lips. He quickly glanced at Jake, smirking and thinking thoughts that eluded most boys until their mid-teens.

“So where did you go for dinner?” she asked.

“Um…The Tavern on the Green.” Jacob was nervous. He was sure she knew what had happened.

“We went to the Ringling Brothers Circus after that! We had the best view, Mom.”

Having caught his mother’s eye, Andi deliberately looked at his bedroom door.

She winked back. “Andi and I need a few minutes together. Jacob, why don’t you use my bathroom to freshen up?”

Jacob gulped. Somehow, he managed to nod. All he could think about was the official deflowering.

She ushered Andi into his bedroom and closed the door. “It won’t be much longer and you’ll be walking bowlegged.”

“He’s not big enough,” Andi giggled.

“That depends on how often he does you.”

“A lot, I hope.”

“You need to get ready.” She hauled off his hoody and held him at arm’s length.

Andi grinned up at her.

”You’ve got a beautiful body, Andi. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re up late tonight.”

“So a couple of times, huh?”

“Maybe more if you don’t cry. He likes you too much to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m not doing anything to piss him off.”

While he undressed, she made a last-minute inspection of the boy-boudoir. The stage was set for passionate man-boy love. The theme was Jungle Boy waiting in his bed for his middle-aged lover. It was a little over-the-top with zebra-patterned satin sheets, red candles, rose incense, and a bottle of Dom Pérignon ’04.

“I put some condoms by your bed, Sweetie. Jacob’s favorite color is black. I’m sure it’s because he’s envious,” she added mischievously as Andi dropped skater clothes one after the other.

Andi sat to take off his socks. “Should I do my hole now?” he asked, his almost bare body seeming tanned in the flickering candlelight.

“I want you to use this to start off.” She handed him a tube of Anal-Ese. “It’s made for butt sex.”

“It’s the stuff that numbs inside, right?”

“Just enough to take the edge off, Honey. Reed said you’ll enjoy it more if you use it.”

“You told him, didn’t you? I didn’t want him to know, Mom.”

“Don’t be silly. He knows you’re gay. He’d be blind if he didn’t notice you looking at him.”

“I don’t *look* at him that much, Mom.”

“You’ve been doe-eyed since you were seven years old. Let’s see your hiney hole, Sweetie.”

Obediently, he pulled down the rear of his briefs and bent over with his legs apart. She tugged his briefs to his ankles. His penis was sturdily erect, shiny tight with a tiny flared helmet perched on the end. He reached back and parted his buttocks while she squeezed the end of the tube, depositing a bead along her finger. She spread it around his anus, concentrating on getting most of it inside his body.

“How much are you putting in, Mom?”

“Not a lot. With luck, you might even cum,” she teased.

“Awesome.”

“After he’s done with you, this’ll be bigger,” she said, carefully testing the little opening.

“Big enough that I’ll notice a difference when I poop?”

She goosed him, just a half inch. It was enough to make him clench his anus. “Jacob’s going to love doing you.”

She worked her finger into him, deftly poking while Andi tried to stay still. It seemed as if his little hole was hard-wired to every muscle in his body. She inserted a second finger, pushed it in to the second joint, and carefully moved it around. She could feel his rectum flexing, his anus nibbling like a little mouth, or a prepubescent boy anxious to be penetrated.

“Once you’re used to having a cock in here, you won’t want to stop. At least that’s what Reed says happens to boys,” she teased as she withdrew. “Personally, I can take it or leave it.” She dabbed away the excess lubricant.

“It doesn’t feel any different.”

“You need to feel some of it so I didn’t use a lot. Make sure he puts some KY in you every time he inserts.”

“Lube up like we practiced. I got it, Mom.”

“Okay, sexy boy. It’s time to earn that car.” She playfully slapped his buttocks.

“I’ll make sure he gets his money’s worth,” Andi giggled again, wondering what she’d say when he told her about the down-payment he’d already made.

“Jacob’s expecting to sleep with a boy, so don’t act grown up. Make sure you say ‘weenie’ so you sound like a kid. Remember it’s all about making him feel good.”

“Got it.”

“And make a big deal over his cock. I want you to suck him as much as you can, even if he doesn’t suggest it. He really likes it. Not too much though. Remember, he thinks tonight’s about taking your virginity.”

“Losing my cherry is why I’m here, I got it, Mom.”

She laughed and fondled his penis by reaching under him, squeezing around the circumcised head, still not fully erect and the skin was so tight there was almost no movement.

“You’re the first boy he’s been with so don’t be surprised if he acts a bit silly.” She patted his bottom. “Don’t rush, but I want you to get him in here as soon as you can. His cock will feel strange at first; just remember what we talked about.”

“It’s natural for me to have sex. If I do it with guys, it’s no big deal. If I do it with men, it’s no one’s business but mine. I got it.”

“Good boy. By the way, I left a towel on the bed for you to use. After your flush, you shouldn’t need it, but there might be some seepage after he loosens you up. You can’t be too careful.”

“Okay Mom.” His face grew hotter.

She rubbed his anus again. It was still slippery. “Your little hole is so hot.” She poked at it, fascinated by a sudden twitch in his loins. “Don’t forget to put plenty of KY on his cock.”

“I know, Mom. I put it on both of us before we do it. ”

“Every time. He’ll probably forget, he’s so excited.”

“He was excited on the way home. He couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

“You’ll have to tell me tomorrow. Now listen, I’ve put enough of Reed’s stuff inside you that Jacob should last longer than he usually does.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be wearing a condom?”

“Oh, right! Try to get some Anal-Ese on him before he puts on a condom.”

“Anal-Ese before condom. Got it!” Andi giggled.

“When he starts putting it in, don’t waste time. He’ll get there quickly.”

“You want me to just push it in?”

“As much as you can, without making it too obvious.” She poked at his anus, tempted to push in. Instead, her finger corkscrewed in the loose rim. “I’ve seen you do it with Bunny so you know how. “

“What if….”

“Nothing will come out, Honey. You’re big enough that it should slide in once he gets the head through your hole.”

“That’s when it hurts, Mom.”

“It won’t take long if you loosen up from inside. Once he’s in your ass, he’ll be quick. With me, it’s just a minute or two. He’ll be even faster with you. Don’t worry if he cums before he’s all the way inside you. You’ve got all night to make up for it.”

“I’ll do my best, Mom.”

“I know you will, Sweetie.” She wriggled her finger, the tip pressing through his sphincter. “You’re nice and slippery inside. He’s going to love doing my beautiful gay boy.”

“Me too.”

“Don’t forget to make that little whiny sound we talked about.”

“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhh.”

“Perfect! The thing is to make it sound like you enjoy even if it hurts. Try to whimper every time he thrusts, and push back a little bit too so he knows you want it.”

“So the same as we practiced. I lay face down, right?”

“Only at first. Once you’ve had him in your ass for a while, you can experiment with other positions. I expect you’ll try all sorts of stuff during the night.”

“Like what?”

She gave his penis a playful tug. “How about you tell me tomorrow morning. You’ll be the expert in man-boy sex by then. Now, don’t be afraid to feel back there so you know how much he’s got inside. You want him at least halfway so it doesn’t slip out.”

“All the way is better though, right?”

“You want him pressed right up against you, if not right away, as soon as you can.” She withdrew her finger, very aware that he quivered as it pulled free. “Remember what I said about getting a man hard again?”

Andi grinned. “We cuddle and kiss for about 15 minutes, and then I do that 69 thing right?”

“That’s the other reason to make sure he uses a condom when he does you.” She checked her finger, holding it up to the light to make sure he was clean.

“Gross, Mom!”

“Hygiene’s important, Andi. It isn’t just AIDS you need to worry about. I left a box of baby wipes in the drawer so you can clean yourself back there afterwards. If you forget, it’s not the end of the world. The Anal-Ese is cherry flavored so you probably won’t notice the taste.”

“Do we have to talk about it right now?”

“Sweetie, this is important. I probably should’ve told you earlier. Oral sex is different for boys. You don’t have to, but I expect he’ll want to suck other places besides your penis.”

He giggled, remembering photos he’d seen on the Web. “You really think he’ll do that?”

“He hasn’t with me. With you...” She caressed his behind, her fingertips temptingly close to his crack. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“I don’t have to do it with him, do I?”

“Not tonight. If he suggests it, take it slowly and kiss around the outside while you masturbate him. He’ll probably cum before you need to lick anything. If he doesn’t, get him to fuck you instead...”

He grinned, looking over the clothes she’d laid out on his bed. “I thought I was going as Jungle Boy.”

“I don’t want Jacob worrying that you think he’s a gorilla, Sweetie. With all his hair….”

“So now I’m a call-boy?”

“Don’t worry about it. The important thing is to look sexy.”

She handed him skimpy shorts made of black goat leather. It was made in Brazil, the XS women’s label shrewdly removed. He slipped it on and pulled the yellow lace-up cords on the sides tight before he looked at himself in the mirror. His stiff penis adorned the front with a nice little bulge. He turned around and looked over his shoulder. Yellow cords crisscrossed his pale buttocks.

His mom smiled. “I know they’re not very junglely, but they’re awfully sexy.”

“No way, Mom!”

“They cleave your butt perfectly.”

“I might as well be naked!”

“You will be shortly. It’s not like I’m not asking you to wear them in public, Honey.”

“I guess. Should I wear the jacket too?”

The jacket, also Women’s XS, had wide lapels, long gold zippers and black diamonds on the arms with a leaping yellow horse on the back. It was a birthday present from Alvin. He had a Ferrari 458.

“He’ll probably cum all over it,” she said, picking up the jacket to put it back in the closet. “Jacob always talks about your nipples, so don’t get in a huff if he makes a big fuss over them. Now, go brush your teeth and hop into bed. I’ll see if he’s ready.”

Chapter 12. ‘Passionate’

“He’s ready for you,” she called through the door.

Jacob was so nervous that he’d brushed his teeth twice after he stripped and put on the silk robe that Paula left out for him, batik waves of sapphire and jade. The door opened and he spun around, hurriedly closing the robe over his very aroused front.

She smirked. “You’re certainly excited.”

“I was just thinking about, you know…”

“Andi’s got one too, only his is a whole lot smaller,” she said mischievously.

“Is he… excited?”

“It’s all he’s talked about for a week.”

“Um… there’s something, I, um,… I need to ask you. How should I... You know…”

She laughed. “I would’ve thought it was obvious.”

“It is. I mean… It’s just… I’m not sure… I’ve never done it before… I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Don’t worry. He’s been practicing,” she confided.

“I thought I was his first?”

“You are. He’s been using a dildo so he’s not too tight, that’s all. You still need to be careful putting it in though.”

Jacob gave a nervous laugh. “I’ll do my best. Is there some sort of technique for…. You know?”

“Doing a boy is just like doing a girl, only the hole’s farther back and you need to go in slower,” she teased.

“I should have rented a video.”

She shepherded him to Andi’s bedroom and opened the door. It was dark inside, a half-dozen aromatic candles placed discreetly around the bed, the mosquito canopy a translucent, shimmering veil.

“He’s all yours,” she said, patting his crotch before moving the robe aside to find his sex fully extended. She clasped it gently. “My, you’re hard,” she whispered.

“It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the last time I was here.”

“Give him a kiss for me,” she said, giving Jacob’s cock a squeeze. She hadn’t realized she’d be so envious.

“I read somewhere that boys don’t like to kiss. It’s too gay or something,” he whispered urgently.

“That’s not Andi.”

“Is he… passionate?”

‘Passionate’ made her smile.

“Kiss him as much as you want, wherever you want. He’s all yours!” She pushed him gently. “You’ve earned the right to do this. You can tell me all about it in the morning. Have fun, Jacob.”

Jacob slowly went over to the bed as the door closed behind him. He could just make out Andi sprawled face down on top of the sheets, pretending to be asleep. With a trembling hand, he lifted away the netting. Long slender legs, a tiny patch of black leather attempting to cover his little round bottom, the crease at the thigh, hips that seemed impossibly narrow, how Andi’s sinewy back flowed up to his shoulders, perpetually ruffled hair. He tried to take it all in. In the flickering candlelight, Andi’s butt was even sexier than the first time he saw it. He savored how the little round cheeks merged into his thighs. Suddenly, he found himself trembling, actually licking his lips, utterly infatuated.

Andi pretended to wake up. He rolled over and stretched his arms over his head. “Hi Jakey,” he whispered.

His bare front challenged Jacob’s self-control: an innie navel in the center of a slim boy-belly, hips that seemed impossibly narrow, oversized nipples. They weren’t puffy like his nine-year-old granddaughter, just large for a boy, yet they weren’t out of place on his rib-lined chest. Never more aware of his body, Andi met his eyes. Together, they looked lower.

Jacob actually sighed. Andi’s straining penis made an obvious ridge. It was definitely small, but it was incredibly tempting, like his tiny pouch that made a little bump underneath.

“Can I see you down there?” he croaked, completely besotted by a barely ten-year-old boy.

Andi smiled shyly—he hadn’t expected Jacob to get right down to business. For a moment, his fingers toyed with the cords at his side. He was only teasing. Her instructions burned in his ears. He extended his hand until Jacob clumsily took hold of it. Trying not to appear nervous, he pulled the man down and onto the bed.

Jacob kneeled beside him, too tense to think straight. Finally, he exhaled. “You’re gorgeous.”

Andi was ready to play. “I want to see your weenie. Is he hiding in here?”

He tugged at the front of Jacob’s robe and opened a narrow gap to get his first close-up look at a grown man’s cock. After the circus, he’d played with it in the car, feeling it through two layers of cloth. It still startled him when it protruded out of the robe. It was fully erect, an angry, scarlet club with gnarled veins and a bloated, purple head. It was circumcised, only not like his. It was trimmed close to the head with ample skin on the shaft. On the other end, huge wrinkled balls hid in a tangled nest of black hair. He swallowed hard, although Jacob really wasn’t that large.

“Your mom said it’s okay to kiss you?” Jacob muttered.

Andi pressed his lips forward and Jacob leaned over him. For a boy who’d only been kissed by his mother and grandfather, he was surprisingly calm. He lifted his head to meet Jacob’s. Suddenly, his heart beat like an African drum. It wasn’t a long kiss, or a wet kiss, or a kiss with lots of lip movement. It was a gentle kiss, sweet and warm, and for a few seconds, Andi felt light-headed.

Jacob hovered over him, his adult cock already oozing slime on Andi’s lean thigh, trembling, gazing down at a sight more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen. He couldn’t look away.

“I can’t believe this is happening. I never realized you’d be so… so incredibly beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re so sexy.”

“You’re my big hairy Jakey bear,” Andi whispered back.

“It’s like I’ve waited all my life for this. I’ve dreamed about undressing you again and again.”

“You already saw my weenie,” Andi pointed out.

It was only a glimpse at the urinal in the restaurant bathroom, a few fumbling frantic seconds, both of them worried that someone came in. Jacob saw it again in the car when they stopped at the lights at Broadway and West 57th. He couldn’t believe his eyes when Andi pulled down his zipper; not the one on his hoody, it was already open. His stubby penis was stubbornly erect. It barely reached through the opening in his baggy pants, and his hoody kept getting in the way.

“I wanted to touch it so much.”

Andi playfully fondled himself. “Now’s your chance,” he giggled, moving his hand aside.

Jacob touched it awkwardly. It was incredibly hard, and hot, and the skin was so tight it was shiny, and his hand shook when he tried to rub because it was like touching moist silk. He’d never been so distracted. He managed to get in a couple of strokes before Andi shuddered. Jacob had never seen a boy dry-cum. However, there was no mistaking the intense expression on Andi’s face, gasping and jerking his hips as his boyhood pulsed. His penis felt like it was jumping in Jacob’s grasping, sweaty hand.

“Did you cum?”

Andi nodded blankly. It had never taken a few seconds.

“Sorry. I’ve never touched a boy’s penis before.”

“How about… when you were a kid?” Andi was breathless, his erection still throbbing. “I bet you jerked off a lot.”

“I did it a lot, but only after I was making cum.” Jacob sighed. “This is…. incredible….”

“It’s cool.” Andi held on to his arm. “We can do whatever we want and no one will know.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Sex stuff; don’t you?” His penis kept twitching as if trying to ejaculate. Only one time, he’d been so excited..

Jacob smiled. “Are you sure?”

“You want to put your weenie in my butt, don’t you?” Andi gave nervous giggle, lifted up, and wriggled his front against Jacob’s cock, leaving another slippery smear on his silky-smooth belly. “You can if you want.”

Andi reached between them. His fingers gently grazed along the thick, hot shaft. Jacob’s cock felt bigger than it looked. However, his mother was right; it was a lot smaller than the average Caucasian penis. Fully erected, the skin was still flexible, definitely not as stretched as his was. He followed it back until he encountered bristly hair.

His hand closed around Jacob’s penis, squeezing hard and making it throb, the veins rippling underneath. He could tell it pleased Jacob, that the man wanted him to move his hand up and down. He did what he was supposed to do, trying to appear inexperienced yet eager to learn. It was slippery on the end, just like his mother said it would be, wet enough to cover his thumb and two fingers. He squeezed and smeared a fresh droplet over the swollen head before slowly sliding back down. His thumb rubbed in the groove under the glans, extracting more ooze.

“It’s really, really hard,” he cooed.

Just ten years old and he felt a deep-down thrill that would stay with him forever. However, it was more than knowing that he aroused Jacob; his first skin-on-skin touch of a man’s cock satisfied him in a way he’d never known when he played with himself. The thing in his hand was enormous compared to his own puny dick, yet it was reassuring at the same time.

It felt right—his mother said it would—but it was scary too. Suddenly, he wanted to kiss it, lick it, wrap his lips around it, and suck it. He could almost taste the silvery beads oozing from the slit. However, thick, black curls and a man’s stale smell took some getting used to, even for a gay boy. He stared at it until the reality of the situation took over. He was finally holding a man’s cock. It made him hot all over.

“You love me, don’t you Jakey?” he whispered.

Jacob managed to mutter, “Yes, very much.”

Andi gazed up at him, shameless and excited. He didn’t understand why Jacob wasn’t touching him; maybe he was nervous. He was nervous too. It came from power—he could make Jacob do whatever he wanted.

“I love you too,” he whispered in the man’s ear. After a month of training, he knew what Jacob expected of him. “You really want to put it in my butt, don’t you?”

“It’s all I’ve thought about for years,” Jacob said. He sighed longingly. “You’re so good-looking.”

Andi grinned. “Mom said you were hot for me even when I was little.”

Jacob hesitated. Andi’s hand kept moving, gently coaxing him, just like his mother did, finding his weaknesses and turning them into strengths. However, Andi’s hand was much smaller, and much, much softer, and he was a boy, a beautiful, wanton, nearly naked boy. The words spilled out before Jacob could stop them.

“I’ve always loved you. You were only four the first time I saw you. You were such a sexy little boy.”

“I think you’re sexy,” Andi purred. ‘Say things to make him feel good’, that’s what his mother said.

“I’ve dreamed so often about you, about doing this… I never thought you’d want to as well.” Jacob sighed as if the truth lifted the weight of a lifetime from his chest. “Can I undress you?”

Andi nodded without hesitation. “Only if you take off your robe first; that’s the rule.”

“I like that rule.”

He didn’t wait for Jacob to do it. In slow motion, he pushed the robe back, exposing Jacob’s broad shoulders, thick tufts under his plump pale arms, a barrel chest covered with dark fur. It went all the way to his belly, and became even thicker below.

“You’re hairy,” Andi whispered as he shoved off the robe.

He’d seen naked men wandering around the apartment, their cocks drooping after they’d finished with his mother. All but two were circumcised, and they were visiting businessmen from Europe. Not one was as hairy as Jacob Friedman.

“Afraid so.”

“You’re my big strong Jakey-bear.”

Andi put his arms behind Jacob’s neck. There was hair there too, all over his shoulders and back. He closed his eyes and drew him down. He’d expected Jacob’s chest hair to feel like bristles. It didn’t. Instead, the soft fur felt warm and it tickled, and he quivered as their fronts came together. He could smell Jacob’s aftershave, his deodorant, his manly odor. With a deep sigh, Jacob pressed down on him, pinning him so he couldn’t move, yet somehow not crushing him. It felt nice with Jacob’s big balls squashed into his thigh, Jacob’s thick cock reaching up to his belly button.

Utterly content, Andi kissed his first stubble-rough cheek. Their lips met. This time the kiss was different; it started tender, but it turned rough and demanding. Underneath, Andi realized his role in life. Jacob’s tongue thrust between his lips, deep into his mouth. He sucked on it, locking his arms around Jacob’s neck. This kiss went on much longer than he expected, and it was a lot more exciting. When they parted, Andi’s penis throbbed mercilessly. They gazed at each other.

“My God,” Jacob murmured, thinking ‘so much for boys not liking to kiss.’

After a single French kiss, Andi needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. His mother didn’t kiss like that, though her training sessions certainly developed his skill. He sucked in air, his head spinning, his lips tingling, thinking he was going to climax again right then and there. He smiled up at Jacob, shy and blinking, lightly touching his tongue to his lips.

The next kiss came before he was ready. Jacob’s tongue met his and he melted before him again, meekly letting the man do whatever he wanted. Jacob raped his mouth. He loved every moment. He worked on getting back his breath as soon as the kiss ended. Jacob turned his attention to tugging at the yellow cords until they came undone enough to slide off Andi’s miniscule shorts. He knelt above Andi, silently appreciating a body that was as close to perfection as humanly possible. He noticed just two tiny freckles before Andi’s erect penis got his full attention. He’d never seen anything like it, and probably never would again.

“You’re absolutely incredible!” he sighed.

He could have stayed all night like that, relishing Andi’s short sex. It was shiny and standing straight up, undeniably circumcised, definitely not like a Jewish boy. Andi smiled and brazenly flexed his sex organ. His mother might have been standing beside him, giving directions.

“Mine’s tiny compared to yours.”

“It’s perfect. All of you… you’re incredible... I never realized you were so beautiful. Naked, I mean… You’re so smooth… Like a baby…”

“You’re so hairy. It’s like hugging a teddy bear with a big stiff weenie,” Andi said, fingering the fur on Jacob’s chest.

Jacob chuckled, completely infatuated, unable to think of anything even half as funny. He licked his lips, wanting to kiss Andi again, thinking he could still taste his sweet, spongy tongue. He wanted to caress Andi’s delicious little penis and find out if it was as hard as it looked. It felt like steel the first time he touched it. It looked even stiffer now, which didn’t seem possible.

“You’re the one who’s stiff. Your dick’s like steel,” he muttered.

All of a sudden, he wanted to do more. He wanted to smooch on Andi’s little-boy gonads, which were even smaller than he’d hoped for, almost like he didn’t have any. He wanted to lick and suck on Andi’s puffy nipples and make them firm. He wanted to feel Andi’s small hairless body pressed against his. Andi took hold of Jacob’s penis and pulled it down until it actually touched his.

“Has he got a name?” he asked softly.

“Name? Um… Not really. Well, ‘cock,’ I guess.”

“He needs a real name. How about Jake-man, because he’s all grown up? My weenie wants to hug Jake-man.” Andi held their penises together, the difference in size making him giggle. “They’re hugging, see.”

“I see. Maybe… Do you think… would they like to kiss?”

“If they do, they’ll be boyfriends.”

Andi grinned wickedly and brought the two heads together, transferring Jacob’s excretion to his own tiny glans. It connected them like a spider’s thread.

“You think weenies are gay too?”

“I never thought about it.”

Andi held the two cocks together. “Yeah, they’re definitely gay,” he snickered.

Until then, Jacob hadn’t considered himself being gay as a possibility. “Does yours have a name?”

“Mom calls him Kolbász. It’s Hungarian for ‘sausage.’” Andi poked the big fleshy head into his belly button, squeezing out slime and anointing himself. He grinned and did it again.

“Kolbász, eh? Sausage, that’s so cute. Is he spicy or hot?” Jacob had difficulty relating to children, especially boys. For some reason it was easy to talk with Andi.

“So hot he’ll burn your mouth.” He waited for Jacob’s reaction. The man didn’t get it.

The urge to have Jacob’s penis in his mouth came out of nowhere, or maybe it was there all along. He smeared more of the fluid on his belly, giggling as it made glistening streaks on his skin. Now or never, he told himself.

“Mom told me you like being sucked….” Andi watched Jacob’s eyes light up. He lowered his voice, acting sexy the way she’d told him. “I’ll suck Jake-man, if you want?”

“Really?” Jacob gulped.

Andi nodded, and whispered seriously, “Do you want to suck Kolbász?”

Jacob didn’t believe his ears, still struggling with the idea that he might actually be gay. He stared at Andi’s penis. It was small, yet it didn’t belong on a ten-year-old boy. He liked how the tiny red glans capped the pink, sleek shaft. The rim flared out, so prominent it resembled a Wehrmacht helmet. Even better, the skin was so tight it glistened. Glistened! He licked his lips and peered, trying to see the circumcision line in the candlelight. There had to be one, but he couldn’t see it.

“Yes,” he panted, no longer caring. Andi’s penis was amazingly sexy, and it was being offered to him.

He licked his lips as Andi lifted up his head to kiss him. Their lips met again and moved together, quickly becoming a sloppy tongue kiss that went on and on until Andi couldn’t take any more and licked Jacob’s nose.

About then, Jacob began to wonder whether he’d survive until morning.

“Your weenie is so hard,” Andi purred.

Jacob was infatuated, so obsessed with the little unwavering spike, he barely heard him. “Yours is beautiful… it’s just like you… I dream about you… all the time… I keep thinking what it would be like being with you…. When your mom told me you liked men, I didn’t believe her…”

He licked his lips, ravenous for more.

Andi pulled him back down—she said ‘keep him focused.’ “You wanna?” He kissed Jacob’s ear.

“Huh?’”

“Do you want my cherry now, or later, Jakey?” he whispered.

Jacob gulped. “How do you mean?”

Andi blushed, knowing that Jacob was going to love hearing him say ‘fuck.’ His mother said it was okay to talk dirty. Not too dirty, because no one liked a gutter-mouth kid. A few ‘fucks’ at the appropriate time were like adding paprika to goulash.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Andi whispered. Saying the word made him quiver.

“Ahhhh….”

Unlike the rest of the boys in his class, Andreas Fisher knew what ‘fuck’ meant. Jacob’s cock would go all the way inside his butt. When he was loose enough, Jacob would pump it in and out of him until he squirted his semen. He smiled at the thought.

“I guess…”

Jacob stroked his brow with a fingertip. It made his heart race. She said not to hurry. He couldn’t slow down, not even if he wanted to.

“If you want me to.” Jacob moved in to kiss him again.

Not ready for more adult breath, Andi playfully pushed him back and burst into giggles. “My mom says a boy’s ass feels like a pussy, only tighter.”

“Tighter?” Jacob muttered.

“I bet it’ll feel like this when you do me.”

Andi squeezed Jacob‘s penis as hard as he could. He used his thumb to rub a fresh dew droplet over the head. It wasn’t greasy, just extremely slippery. She called it ‘pre-cum,’ because it preceded a man’s semen ejaculation. It felt like the jelly film on soap.

Jacob gasped, “Oh my!”

Andi lifted his head, puckered his lips, and closed his eyes, offering himself. He played the part of the not-quite-innocent virgin, just like his mother said he should. Jacob kissed him chastely. In an instant, lust conquered inhibition. He slobbered over Andi’s lips, kissing long and hard before he stuck in his tongue. He sucked back, pulling Andi’s tongue into his mouth. When they parted, there was spit everywhere.

“When you put him inside me, I bet he’ll reach right up to here.” He pointed the head into his belly button, depositing more slime and rubbing it into his center.

“We don’t have to... You’re sure?”

“You’ve got to use a condom. Mom doesn’t want you to cum in me.”

“I’m safe, but it’s probably a good idea.”

“She left some black ones on the nightstand,” Andi smirked, still playing with his navel.

He was giddy with out-of-control excitement, like he’d finished the bottle of champagne by himself. All he could think about was what it would feel like. He was about to take the biggest step of his life; nothing else mattered.

A new tube of KY and six little plastic packets were in a carved teak box next to the candle. Jacob had never needed more than three with Andi’s mother, even when he stayed until noon the next day. He should’ve been embarrassed. Instead, he wondered why two dildos were also in the box.

“Hurry up,” Andi muttered, completely oblivious to everything except the man beside him,

Jacob hurriedly tore open a packet. He rolled it down with a shaking hand, his heart galloping. He’d never been so excited. Over the years, he’d had sex with five different women. He’d never been with a boy, although he often imagined what it would be like. In fact, when push came to shove, he’d never fingered an anus, let alone penetrated a rectum.

“Cool!” Andi was enchanted by the latex sheathed organ. It looked like it was encased in plastic food wrap. It was so exciting that he might have never heard his mom’s lecture about lubrication.

As for Jacob, he’d never needed KY before. In the heat of the moment, he didn’t even wonder why it was there.

“Lie on your belly,” he ordered, too close to ejaculation to slow down.

In the rush of excitement, Andi forgot everything his mother had taught him about foreplay and preparing himself for entry. He eagerly rolled onto his front, his legs spread apart, his hands reaching back to split his buttocks—the logical starting position for boys, and men who didn’t know better.

Jacob straddled him, staring down. Between Andi’s firm cheeks, like a bull’s eye, was a crimson dot, the rim dilated enough to see it was a hole and not just a skin wrinkle. It wasn’t at all what he expected. He’d always worried that it would be smelly, or worse. It wasn’t. It wasn’t dirty at all—it was spotlessly clean—smelling like the expensive English soap his wife used. It was beautiful, completely hairless, like a dusky little mouth ready to gulp him down.

Jacob didn’t notice it was puffy around the rim and a little darker than a boy would normally be there; or if he did notice, he had no basis for comparison. What he did notice was that it widened as his forefinger drew nearer. It got bigger without even being touched , which made it seem entirely reasonable that it would be easy to put his cock inside in it. What should have deserved his full attention and a great deal of patience was shoved aside in an instant.

“Put it in,” Andi murmured from underneath, vaguely aware he was supposed to do something first.

About then, the situation really got out of hand. Jacob had dreamed about having sex with Andi so often that reality and fantasy intermingled. He couldn’t control himself. He leaned over and poked his cock at the narrow crevice, hurriedly searching for a way in. The opening was small, no doubt about it, more like a belly button than a vagina, yet he knew the head could fit through if he pushed hard enough.

Andi screamed. He didn’t expect it to feel as if someone had forced a red-hot ball into him. He thought he felt something burst as Jacob officially claimed his virginity. He blubbered through the worst of the pain, which was actually numbed. The shock faded after the first few stabs ended. The head was inside him, more than deep enough to make any boy panic.

“Fucking hurts,” he whimpered. Jacob didn’t hear him. “Wait a while,” he begged, suddenly remembering he was supposed to cover Jacob’s cock with KY.

However, Jacob pressed on even as Andi writhed underneath, having no idea that his companion was suffering. The stretching process went on regardless, burning fiercely in what had once been Andi’s tiny anus. His sphincter tightened relentlessly, one awful spasm after another trying to force the thing out of his body. About then, Andi started to cry.

Jacob, overcome by lust and the sensation of hot boy-flesh finally gripping his member, didn’t hear him. Desperate to get farther inside, he jabbed even harder, ramming Andi into the mattress. With nowhere to go, another inch skewered Andi’s anus. He wailed even louder.

“God, you’re incredible,” Jacob groaned, experiencing utter disbelief that anything could feel as wonderful as a little boy squirming on the end of his cock.

Andi’s mother had gone to her bedroom, put on a nightie, and tried to watch Fox News channel. It was awful timing with sanctimonious O’Reilly rambling on about Jessica’s Law and pedophiles taking over Vermont. It was the last thing she wanted to hear, not when a 52-year-old Jewish man was deflowering her ten-year-old son in the adjoining bedroom. She couldn’t stand not knowing what was happening.

Outside the door, she could hear Andi’s panicked cries. She knew she should leave—he’d get over it eventually. It took time for a gay boy to get used to being sodomized. However, she couldn’t just walk away and leave him to his fate, not on his birthday. When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she turned the door handle and opened the door a few inches. There wasn’t enough light to see what was happening; however, she could hear Andi’s sobs muffled in his pillow. Jacob knelt over him, awkwardly trying to get farther into the boy writhing beneath him.

She whispered, “Can I come in?”

Jacob immediately jerked back. “What the fuck…”

“Is everything okay?” she asked, stepping inside.

She switched on the lights, halogen spots illuminating psychedelic African face masks. She could see her son’s outstretched legs, thin and pale and tangled up in the sheet. “I’m sure Jacob doesn’t want to listen to you carrying on, Sweetie.”

Chapter 13. ‘Rough’

“Sweetie, are you okay?”

“Other than it hurts like hell,” Andi sniffled, suddenly realizing that Jacob’s cock was no longer tearing his buttocks apart.

“I knew I was doing it wrong,” Jacob muttered. “I tried to tell you. The last thing I want is to hurt him.”

“Does it really hurt, Honey, or are you just being a baby?”

“He’s too big for me. He got the head in, Mom, only it hurt something awful. It feels like I’m bleeding.”

“I’m sorry, really sorry,” Jacob heaved, clumsily settling back on his knees. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s not your fault, Jacob.”

“Maybe in a year or two when he’s bigger,” Jacob offered; but he didn’t mean it.

All he could think of was the incredible heat inside Andi’s body, the way his sphincter squeezed like a fist and wouldn’t let go. He’d waited all of his life for that feeling. He couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. It lasted for not even a minute. He’d never been happier. Then, it struck him, what he’d just done. It overwhelmed him. Despite the boy’s lingering sniffles, taking his virginity was truly unforgettable.

She stepped closer until there was enough light to see Jacob’s penis dangling down. He’d wilted in seconds, the end of the condom hanging from his fat knob like a plastic foreskin, not shiny and wet like she expected to see.

“Don’t tell me you tried it without KY?” she inquired.

“Um, I kinda forgot,” Andi admitted, suddenly sheepish.

“No wonder it hurt,” she snickered. “Move over, Jacob, and let me have a look.”

Jacob got out of the way. She sat on the edge of the bed and switched on the bed lamp, an Indiana Jones movie-set artifact with a hand-carved ebony base and a parchment shade.

“Lift up, Sweetie.”

She put her hands on Andi’s hips and lifted him higher to slip a pillow under his pelvis. With her hands on his buttocks, she pulled them apart. Andi’s innocence was gone forever.

“Is he bleeding?”

“He’s fine.” She took Jacob‘s hand, drawing it down despite his resistance. She put the tip of his forefinger right on Andi’s sex hole and held it there. “Feel his anus, Jacob,” she whispered.

“It’s tiny.”

“He’s a little boy. It’s supposed to be tiny. The important thing is that even though it’s tiny, you can still put your cock in there.”

“I can wait,” Jacob grumbled. He tried to take his finger away. She wouldn’t let him.

“You’re going to finish what you started, Jacob, in a few minutes in fact. You’re going to put it in him, all the way this time, and then you’re going to make love to him.”

“I… I can’t…. Not now.”

“I want you to do him properly,” she said, firmly holding his finger.

She increased the pressure so the tip penetrated. Not far, just enough that Andi could feel it inside him Jacob exhaled, staring down. He could feel Andi’s pucker twitching, hot, moist, and demanding.

“When you’re finished, he’ll never forget who did him the first time,” she said close to his ear. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“More than anything, but I’m not doing it if it hurts him.“

“You won’t, not after I’m done.”

She pressed his finger still harder. Unbelievably, it went in farther, deep enough that both man and boy quivered. Now, he could feel elasticity amongst the pulses, a tightness that sent tingles racing up his wrist. Andi’s anus twitched again, what might have been electricity, then instinctive squeezing with a surge of heat.

“It’s easy to have sex with a boy if he wants you to,” she whispered.

“I want to have sex with him. “

“I know you do. That’s why I chose you.”

“I want him to love me as well.”

“He will after this, even more than he does now. Rub around his hole, Jacob. Isn’t it sexy?”

Jacob’s hand quivered. Even the slightest touch back there made Andi tremble.

“It feels nice, doesn’t it Honey?” she asked. Andi barely nodded. “Try to push your finger into him, Jacob. Feel how tight he is.”

“It’s going to have to stretch a hell of a lot,” Jacob said glumly, trying to take his hand away.

“It will. He won’t stay tight for long, not with your cock inside him. You want Jacob’s cock in your hiney, don’t you Sweetie.”

Andi was too embarrassed to do more than nod.

“Good boy,” she crooned, taking Jacob’s hand again. “You can’t just stick your cock in him like you do with me. You need to finesse it. Spend some time to get him ready.”

“How?”

“From now on, you need to make him slippery first.”

“I wondered if I should’ve used spit.”

“It’ll do at a pinch. You really want him slipperier. Use some of this and it’ll slide right in.”

She reached for the tube of KY, flipped off the cap, and squeezed a big blob between Andi’s buttocks, oblivious to his sudden squirming.

“He’s so sexy,” Jacob sighed, barely paying attention as she calmly prepared his finger, coating it with a long bead of KY.

“Andi wants to have sex with you. Just remember, it takes patience for a man to do a young boy, especially when he’s just starting out.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes. This is a dream come true for me.”

“It is for him too. Once he’s used to it, you’ll be able to fuck him as often as you want.”

Jacob was speechless. Andi’s disheveled hair, his knobby spine, his firm buttocks willingly pulled apart by eight thin fingers and two little thumbs, all of it made him look long and hard. She placed his finger on Andi’s exposed anus and held it there. It was so slippery, his fingertip slipped through the pucker. He wriggled his finger into the hole, shocked by the sensation when he got beyond the first joint. It felt hot and alive, grasping, then relaxing, and so smooth inside. It was incredibly easy. He hadn’t realized it would be like that.

“I’ve already put some lube inside him. Next time you’ll need to do it.”

“Um… how?”

“Put it on your finger, silly. You have to get enough up his butt so your cock can slide easily.”

“He’s so hot.”

“It’s just like a little oven, isn’t it?”

Jacob nodded and inhaled deeply. He nodded again. Andi’s anus flexed, each undulation pulling on his finger tip.

She smiled at him. “Move your finger in and out. Every boy likes a good finger fuck. It doesn’t matter if he’s gay or straight. Part your cheeks more, Andi, so Jacob can do it properly.”

“It’s smaller than I thought it would be.”

“Your job is to make it bigger.”

“My job….”

“Get him worked up by playing with his cock.” She took Jacob’s other hand and pressed his fingers into her son’s crotch. “Keep him nice and hard, but you don’t want to do it too much,” she advised.

“Because he’ll cum…”

“Sometimes he’ll do it right away. It doesn’t matter if he does. He’s still dry so it’ll take a really good one to slow him down. Tonight, you want his first cum with you in his ass. Something he’ll always remember.”

“I’d like that too. What should I do now?”

She guided his fingers onto Andi’s immature scrotum. “Play with his balls.”

He cautiously stroked the little hemisphere, remembering when his son wore a diaper, his balls were bigger. Not the actual balls—Andi’s weren’t that small. His pouch was so tight they had nowhere to go.

“Sometimes, I squeeze them to get him his attention.”

Jacob glanced up. She couldn’t help smiling.

“What he really needs is a man’s hand, Jacob. Someone like you.”

“He’s got such cute little nuts,” he cooed, scooping Andi’s testicles between two fingers and kneading with his thumb.

“Give them a good rub, Jacob. Not too hard. Just enough to show him who’s boss.”

“I’m glad they’re tiny.”

“What did you expect? Big baggy balls like yours?”

It amused her to see Jacob’s big fingers massage her son’s testicles. If he squeezed just a little harder, he’d have squashed them. He didn’t, of course, though he certainly abused the tiny gonads. Sometimes, he fondled hard enough that Andi whimpered, quivering intermittently. When he stopped, Andi groaned.

“He’s losing his stiffie.”

“Not a problem. Now, you’re going to slide your finger all the way inside him,” his mother said distantly. “Slowly, so he has time to get used to it.”

“Are you sure it won’t hurt him?”

“Boys’ asses are made to be stretched, Jacob. Lean down and kiss him. Keep doing his balls. Okay, push your finger in a little bit more. Don’t forget to let him know how much you love him,” she purred.

“I love you, Andi,” Jacob muttered.

He kissed Andi’s cheek, wishing he could reach his mouth. Andi kept his face buried in the pillow. He could feel Jacob’s finger gradually sliding in. It felt like Igor. Not quite as wide. Different. Better. It was distracting, yet not so much he could forget the hand tugging on his scrotum, ruthlessly tormenting his balls. After a few seconds, he was twitching uncontrollably as he discovered a pleasure unlike any other.

“Keep moving your finger, Jacob. Go in and out slowly.”

“Like this?”

“Move it around inside him too.”

“It’s easier than I expected.”

“Go in more. It feels nice when it’s deeper, doesn’t it Andi?”

Andi’s muffled ‘uh huh,’ brought Jacob back to earth. He licked his lips and kissed Andi’s cheek again. With one firm push, he squashed his knuckles into Andi’s crack, his finger encased in the slick sleek-walled tube. It was definitely tight, not quite the grip of a fist, just enough room to move back and forth.

She toyed with Jacob’s penis, expertly stroking. Already half-erect; it wouldn’t take much to get it hard enough for sexual intercourse.

“Can you feel it? You should be able to.”

“Huh?”

She smirked. ”You’ve had a prostate exam, haven’t you Jacob?”

“A week ago. I went for a checkup …. I had an AIDS test too… just in case…”

She pressed on his wrist, forcing his finger back. “He needs to know what you’re feeling, Andi.”

“Higher,” Andi murmured.

He liked how Jacob held his balls, captured between two fingers, his thumb rubbing firmly, the left one, then the right one, then both little balls squeezed together. His mother cradled them like they were precious, not nearly as rough. He liked ‘rough’ more.

“Higher?” Jacob muttered.

“He wants more inside.”

“Okay…” He pushed cautiously.

Andi inhaled quickly. So close. He wriggled, wincing sharply as Jacob poked deeper.

“You found it. Now, bend your finger a bit.”

“What was I looking for?”

“His prostate, silly. Boys have them too, only they’re harder to find because they’re so tiny,” she snickered. “Maybe you should have watched a gay video.”

“I told you,” Jacob replied before he realized she was teasing him.

“Push down,” Andi murmured. It felt like his penis was getting hard again. He was too embarrassed to reach underneath to make sure.

“Pretend you’re trying to touch the root of his dick,” she advised.

Jacob poked his finger towards Andi’s lower belly.

“There!” Andi squeaked. “Do it there.”

Jacob moved his finger back and forth, pressing into what felt like firm muscle with a pea underneath. The harder he shoved his finger in, the more Andi wriggled, twisting his slim pelvis around on the pillow until the finger was where he wanted it. Suddenly, he giggled as the good feelings rushed back. By then, Jacob’s entire finger was inside him.

“You’re right on his cum button,” Paula explained. “Push on it.”

Andi groaned, “Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhh.”

His whole body twitched, his narrow pelvis jerking as he fucked his camouflage-covered pillow

“Do it in the right spot while you play with his dick and he cums right away.”

“He can cum?”

“Dry ones. He gets them all the time when we do this.”

Jacob stared at her. “You haven’t?”

She laughed. “Sometimes a boy needs his mother.”

It was supposed to be a secret. Andi was past caring as he deliberately tightened his sphincter. He’d practiced with dildos so often that he could exert considerable pressure. He relaxed before he did it again, humping back with his thighs and using the muscles inside him to squeeze on Jacob’s exploring finger, impulsively performing the boy’s role in sodomy.

His mother hadn’t intended to watch them, just get them started, yet it thrilled her to see her son writhing in ten-year-old ecstasy. His little buttocks automatically lifted up, spread wide to show his willingness, his anus stretched to accommodate the fat finger lodged inside him, corkscrewing in and out through the slippery film.

“Oh my,” Jacob muttered.

His finger felt strange. He withdrew it slowly. Shiny and wet. It felt as if it didn’t belong to him, almost numb. Before it came out, Andi growled and pushed back, driving it deeper.

“I think he likes me doing this.”

“Of course he likes it, Jacob. Now, do him with two fingers.”

“He’s way too tight.”

“Not for long. Two fingers will loosen him right up. ”

Jacob looked on in disbelief. “Don’t blame me if it hurts him.” He put two fingers together, awfully thick next to Andi’s dimpled dot. His face was instantly hot.

“You won’t hurt him,” she said when Jacob hesitated.

He pressed two fingertips into the opening. It was snug.

“You’ll have to push harder than that.”

She took his wrist and pressed down, forcing the tips of his fingers through Andi’s anus. He winced, but he didn’t complain.

“Keep playing with his balls while you push in. It helps to relax him,” she instructed.

“So small… I didn’t realize… he’s so tiny… So tight…. My he’s hot…”

“That’s why you need to get him ready, stretch him so your cock can fit in,” she coaxed.

“I meant his balls. It’s like he doesn’t have any.”

She couldn’t help smirking. “I told you they were small, didn’t I?”

“Are ten-year-old boys supposed to have balls this little?”

“At his last checkup, his doctor said he’s probably going to be a late bloomer.”

“That’s a good thing, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Jacob, I want to see your fingers in him as far as you can get them. Really stretch him.”

Jacob groaned inside, not at sure he’d survive. “He feels looser already.”

“You want him nice and loose for your cock. Do it until you can wriggle both fingers. You won’t hurt him.”

“Ohhhhh,” Andi gasped. He felt something give, a sensation like pooping in reverse, taking ownership of him instead of excreting, expanding until Jacob’s two fingers were fully inside him.

“Oh my….” Jacob stared at his hand, both fingers hidden to the knuckles, unbelievable warmth, a marvelous undulating pressure surrounding them. The intense intimacy of having his fingers stuck deep inside Andi’s rectum hit him. What if he couldn’t get them out? He almost laughed.

“Now, let him get used to you,” she breathed in his ear. “With a boy, you want to do it slowly at first. That’s it, Jacob; go in and out. Try to get in a little bit farther each time.”

“Tight,” Jacob wheezed. It was making him hard.

Something inside Andi’s body squeezed unpredictably, clamping down, matching his muffled whimpers. After each one, it seemed to be looser inside him.

Unnoticed by man or boy, Paula reached between her thighs, dragging up her nightie to feel her soggy panties. She was slimy, her swollen clitoris demanding attention. She groped with one hand, massaging Jacob’s stiff penis with the other.

“Andi, I want you on your hands and knees,” she decided.

Despite what she’d told him about starting in the missionary-for-boys position, doggy style was a better position for her to control the action. It would certainly be less stressful than on his back with his bottom raised, though it had the advantage that Jacob could see his face.

“Keep your finger in him while I get him ready, Jacob. That’s right. Show him who’s boss. Really stretch him out.”

She positioned Andi like a prostrated priest, kneeling with his legs apart, his head on his pillow, his hindquarters lifted up. He looked over his shoulder, curious, his heart racing. A few minutes earlier he wasn’t at all certain he wanted to go through with it. It was different now. He felt very strange inside, his fear of being hurt overcome by tingling tremors from deep in his body.

She made him spread his cheeks apart, exposing his crack, making it easier for Jacob. By then, Andi was in another world. All he wanted was for those two fingers to saw back and forth, relentlessly twisting through the loosened muscle. It used to be so tight, now it squelched every time Jacob’s fingers came out. It was even better when Jacob pushed in deeply, his fingertips prodding at that place that made him tremble and squeeze back. He still didn’t understand how his ass was joined to his testicles, but it was. His balls ached, so contracted it looked as if he didn’t have any.

“Faster,” she muttered.

Andi trembled as Jacob picked up the pace. Soon, he was shaking. Some jabs made him squirm and shudder, and there was another feeling, stronger than ever. It made him whimper. Jacob controlled him with two fingers, playing him like a virtuoso.

“Mom….”

It felt like an explosion was right around the corner. He wavered, needing more as arousal reared up. He groaned loudly. It was starting to hurt, yet he wanted to be fucked more than he could stand. The desire that came when he played with his mother’s dildos was never like that.

“Calm down, Honey. He’s almost ready.” She hurriedly refitted the condom and covered it with KY. “Get your fingers in all the way, Jacob. Get him nice and loose for your cock.”

Jacob looked mildly embarrassed. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock felt like it was bursting.

“Tell Jacob what you want more than anything else in the world, Sweetie.”

Andi was mortified. She smiled at him.

“Do me, Jakey. Please… please do me.”

He could feel her adding more KY around his hole, making that part of him much slipperier. He squeezed and relaxed the muscles inside him, trying to dilate himself that last little bit.

Driven by primal instinct, Jacob’s fingers pressed down, hitting the spot that made him shudder, several incredible seconds that left him trembling as waves of delight surged through him.

All of a sudden, he needed more, much more. “Put it in,” he panted.

He wagged his bottom temptingly. Jacob seemed startled.

His mother smiled. “Someone’s ready to get laid,” she snickered.

“Are you sure?”

“Jacob, he’s all yours.” She directed him into place, his knees straddling Andi’s small legs to get the right height. She started to get up.

“I don’t know if I can do it without hurting him,” Jacob muttered, uncertain because Andi’s anus still seemed awfully small.

“I’ll stay till it’s in.”

She smirked and took hold of his cock, levering it down as Andi reached behind to part his buttocks again. She placed it directly on the little anus, now gaping slightly. It was still a long way from being wide enough to accept the bulbous head. She worked the tip up, down, and side to side, always centered on her son’s sex-hole. She did it the same way she’d taught him to insert a dildo, moving it back and forth, deliberately teasing the opening until Andi quivered with need, all but shoving himself onto it.

“It’s time to start pushing, Jacob.”

What was about to happen was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Any moment she would see a man penetrate her not-quite-innocent son. She held her breath.

Andi wriggled against it, uttering soft whimpers when the head started to force its way through. It stretched him like it was supposed to, like he wanted it to.

Lifeless plastic was never alive or so demanding. Suddenly, he dared not move, not even a fraction of an inch. It burrowed into his opening, making it bigger forever. It really didn’t hurt. It was almost enjoyable. With no more warning than a well-founded suspicion something wonderful was about to happen, his anus gave way and it began to pass into him. Jacob’s rigid organ claimed whatever remained of his innocence, without the tearing pain of before.

“It’s in,” his mother whispered.

Jacob gulped, trembling, awkwardly looking down, not really believing despite the incredible pressure of a young boy’s sphincter clamped around the head of his penis. He couldn’t help but be proud.

“God, it’s big,” Andi muttered as anticipation changed to shock. “Don’t… don’t move…. I’ve… got… got to get used to it.”

“You’ve done the widest part, Honey. It’ll take a minute or two for him to get used to you,” she explained to Jacob. She took hold of Jacob’s hands and placed them on Andi’s bony hips, clasping them together. “Don’t put any more in until he tells you to.”

Jacob nodded, even more dubious now that push came to shove. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

Paula nodded. It should have been enough. “I want you to teach him what it means to be gay. He’s spent a month getting ready for you. Don’t disappoint him.”

“What if someone finds out…”

She leaned close to his ear. “No one will know except the three of us. Andi wants this just as much as you do. You do, don’t you Honey?”

Andi looked over his shoulder, seeming perplexed at the delay even though his anus burned, not fiercely the way it did earlier. It felt like it did when he forced in a dildo before he was ready for it—he just had to get used to it.

“Say it, Honey, so Jacob knows.”

Andi giggled queerly. “I want you to make love to me, Jakey,” he whispered.

Never prouder, she patted his shoulder. “Ready?”

“I can’t tell, Mom. That stuff you used makes it feel weird.”

She reached between them, fascinated by the union between man and boy. She touched Jacob’s erection where it disappeared inside her son, absurdly huge between his taut hemispherical cheeks. She smiled and tugged lightly on the man’s pendulous balls, still a handful of shaft remaining between his coarse pelt of hair and her son’s baby-soft bottom.

“Give him a bit more, Jacob.”

“I don’t know,” Jacob muttered. “He’s awfully tight…”

“Just push up against him gently.”

“I’m not sure I can….”

“If you’re going to do this properly, you need to get all the way in him before you cum. Now, push Jacob.”

His hairy balls filled her hand, seeming larger than normal, , or maybe it was because Andi’s balls were so tiny. She fondled them too, going back and forth, finding the contrast between a man and a ten-year-old boy amazing—everything was out of proportion. That they could actually have sex was astonishing.

Without warning, Andi’s little ass clasped his glans, generating throbbing, hot waves of delight. He squeezed closer, forcing his cock through the more powerful sphincter.

“Oh my God!”

“His ass isn’t what you expected, is it?”

“So much better… Like a pussy, only tighter.”

Jacob mounted Andi like a big, black bear. He paused over the boy’s slight body. He’d reached the point of no return. The pressure was behind his glans now.

“So tight… so fucking tight.”

“Fuck him, Jacob.”

He began by pushing in slowly, withdrawing with quick jerks, jabbing himself deeper. She tried to control herself, experiencing an overpowering thrill, her son’s real deflowering finally underway. She groped her crotch, strumming her labia with slimy fingers and watching intently.

She saw where Andi’s bottom bulged out around his anus as if to make room where Jacob’s member went in. It made sense, of course. A man’s penis had to displace something inside a boy, yet it clearly wasn’t painful. Andi breathed deeply, willing himself to relax. Their eyes met and she smiled reassuringly, no longer doubting that he needed a man’s cock in his ass to be happy.

“You okay?” she whispered.

He nodded slightly, a little less anxious now that his anus stopped hurting. He even wondered if he was starting to enjoy it. He was still a long way from being able to smile about it.

“Try to relax, Honey. That’s all you need to do right now.”

Andi held perfectly still, gazing along his heaving chest as he tried to weaken that muscle behind, doing his best to relieve the pressure inside him. It was all so weird, his little limp penis dangling down, a man’s penis actually going into his body. He could feel it slowly going deeper, steadily stretching him, getting bigger inside him. Without doubt, he was being fucked. He’d always remember; and the best part was it didn’t hurt, not really, certainly not like he expected. With an odd sense of relief, he wondered what Reed would say if he knew…

His mom touched his shoulder. “You’re doing great.”

She smiled at him as if she knew how he felt, still stroking his back with her other hand. He wanted to groan. A whimper came out when Jacob eased back. It wasn’t far, just enough for him to realize that he never wanted it to leave. The pressure returned when Jacob’s cock slid in, retaking lost ground, and then some.

“Ahhhhhhahhhhh.”

In the flickering candlelight, he could just make out Jacob’s hairy thighs straining against him. He even pulled on Andi’s hips to ensure he was properly entrenched. Ever so slowly, he backed again.

“Again,” she whispered, still smiling.

He thrust in with a jerk, all but filling Andi’s small rectum. He paused as Andi did his best to relax the strangling muscle just inside him. Another short hard thrust and Andi gasped.

“Do him, Jacob.”

She watched him do it again, her son wincing, then straining down. Soon, Jacob was sliding in and out. He lacked finesse, yet the quick short thrusts made Andi’s narrow pelvis shudder, no matter how much he tried to hold still. Erratic became rhythmic, each forward motion pushing his face into the pillow, which helped to muffle his whimpers. Jacob’s cock went a little deeper each time, until he thought he couldn’t take any more. Suddenly, Jacob’s furry groin brushed his buttocks. Behind him, Jacob trembled, his cock buried deep, throbbing hot and very alive.

“Don’t stop,” Andi gasped. He knew that he wouldn’t last long.

Jacob was unable to move. Too soon, too close to the edge, a million nerves all sending the same message. A powerful tremor followed. An urgent need to be deeper grew inside him. Instead, he froze, straining frantically, willing himself not to ejaculate, trying everything he could to hold it back. He even thought about his bitch of a wife and her last shopping bill at Nordstroms, Chicago. In a single weekend she’d spent a small fortune. Nothing helped. Nothing could stop it. The heat was too much. The unbelievable pressure didn’t help. Neither did the realization that his cock was finally inside a willing, stark-naked boy, that he was actually fucking a boy on his tenth birthday. And even better than that, the boy was beautiful little Andi, with his mother assisting no less.

“Fuck me,” Andi whined.

“Ohhhh,” Jacob groaned loudly.

He pounded against Andi’s little bottom. He managed a dozen pulverizing thrusts, each packed with love. Andi clutched his pillow, his toes scraping the sheets. He felt it swell up, becoming almost painful inside him, so tight it couldn’t retreat without yanking out his insides. He felt a deep down thrill as Jacob shuddered and grunted behind him. For a couple of desperate seconds after Andi’s sphincter surrendered completely, Jacob fucked him like a mad man, right up inside his rectum, jarring his spine when they bounced together.

“Getting bigger,” Andi gasped in disbelief as the cock swelled inside him.

Jacob gasped and quaked erratically. Andi was certain he felt something squirting into him, a half-dozen rapid-fire jolts squeezing through his tightly stretched anus. Jacob groaned loudly, his flabby belly heaving, smacking against Andi’s bare bony back, suddenly drooping over him as if deflated.

After a while, Jacob pulled back, withdrawing much too quickly. His cock was already soft when it came out, making a slick ‘pop’, the unmistakable slurp of a semen-filled condom almost coming off. It wasn’t a good feeling, not at all what Andi wanted. He needed more, a lot more. He pushed his flushed face into his pillow. Worse than feeling cheated, he was unsure about what happened next. His mother had told him that unlike immature boys, who recycled in mere minutes, if they stopped at all, most men had to wait a couple of hours before they did it again.

Jacob settled on his haunches, still trembling. “I fucked him,” he murmured, red-faced yet sounding very proud of himself.

She smiled when he dared to look at her. “Yes, you did.”

“I wanted it to last longer.”

Chapter 14. ‘Hot’

“I wanted it to last longer too,” Andi said when reason caught up.

His mom hid her smile. ”It takes practice. There’s plenty of time before he leaves tomorrow.”

After she pulled off the glistening condom, she examined Andi’s crack, telling herself he hadn’t been hurt. It was obvious that Jacob had fucked him; there was a gaping red hole to prove it. There was no real damage except the loss of her son’s innocence, not even a blood smear.

“Did I do that?” Jacob asked.

She nodded. “He’s dilated. No big deal.”

Andi’s sphincter was stretched so much that she easily slipped her finger all the way into his bowels. It was slimy and burning hot where he’d been joined with Jacob.

Jacob stared. “My God!”

She smirked and replaced her finger with Jacob’s finger so he could feel where he’d been.

“Oh my,” he sighed. The little hole was much looser than he thought possible.

“Andi belongs to you now,” she said quietly.

Only then, Jacob realized what she’d known for nearly a month. They’d never sleep together again. Instead, he’d sleep with her ten-year-old son. It didn’t bother either of them like it should have.

“He’ll be waiting for you the next time you’re back in New York,” she went on, patting Andi’s uplifted rump to make sure both of them got the message.

“Unfortunately, it’ll be a couple of weeks. I wish it was this weekend.”

“Next time you can keep him for a few days. People will think he’s your grandson,” she suggested slyly.

“Could I? I promise I’ll be good to him.”

“I know you will. Why don’t you lie down for a while?”

“Lie down?”

She smiled and guided him into position, flat on his back with his legs apart. She leaned over and wiped the semen off his penis with a scented baby wipe.

“Andi, you know what to do,” she said, not really believing what she was about to watch.

Andi couldn’t help smirking. She smirked too when he twisted around and kneeled over Jacob, his head lowering between the man’s outstretched legs. Most boys would’ve been ashamed. After practicing with Darth for a month, it was entirely natural for him to want to do what normal boys made fun of. He licked his lips, full and red like his mother’s lips, only softer. Jacob’s limp cock was just inches away from his tongue. It was awfully hairy, not at all like the cock in his favorite photo.

He began by rubbing it against his forehead and nose, nuzzling, fingering, getting used to it the way his mom said he should. When he smelled, it smelled like a pine-scented condom, like rubber gloves and toilet bowl cleaner. He wasn’t sure he could put it in his mouth. However, it was fun playing with it. He smeared the leaking glans over cheeks and chin and wondered what it would taste like.

Suddenly, he was so eager he didn’t worry about the smell. He brushed his luscious lips against the spongy head, soft and warm, and not nearly as large as it seemed when it was going into his butt. He looked at it one more time, realizing that he was actually going to suck a man’s cock. He started to lick, nibbling on the underside, using lots of spit to get it wet and slippery. It was hot and sweet, and unbelievably thrilling.

“Oh my God…” Jacob murmured.

Andi’s penis bounced back with a vengeance by the second kiss. It was pink, shiny, and as hard as it could get without bursting a blood vessel. Had he ever been so excited? If he had, he couldn’t remember it. Maybe it was the smell.

“Do it, Sweetie.”

He was so nervous that he shivered. He kissed Jacob’s cock repeatedly, gently fondling his big hairy balls. Almost right away, it started to grow. He smooched on the head, massaging it with his tongue before slowly pushing his lips over the knob, settling the flared rim comfortably in front of his teeth, still telling himself it wasn’t really in his mouth.

He liked the taste immediately, enough that he started to suck, licking and moving his lips back and forth on the glans. Unfortunately, the taste disappeared before he could put a name to it. Yes, it was soapy, and the texture was like slimy egg-white, but beyond that he couldn’t decide.

“More,” Jacob sighed.

“Don’t stop till he tells you,” she whispered to her son.

In a flash, Andi realized why he’d practiced every day for a month. He tugged on Jacob’s balls with one hand, the other hand expertly rubbing the squat shaft. It grew thicker, longer, swelling until he had no choice but to open wide. It pushed inside his mouth until it was past his teeth. He glowed, smug because she’d told him it usually took as long as an hour before a man got hard again with her. It had taken him all of a couple of minutes.

He glanced up awkwardly, along Jacob’s furry belly and chest. Jacob grinned back at him and patted his head. When he looked down, all he saw was pubic hair, lots and lots of dark curling hair. It was soft on his cheek and it tickled his nose.

“Good boy,” his mother admired, fascinated by seeing her son with a man’s cock in his mouth. “Now, show Jacob what else you can do.”

Andi had practiced with the big plastic plug in his bed at night, his mother supervising when she was home. She made sure he got it right. He went down on Jacob’s cock, stretching his neck to open up, gulping to get the head into his throat. He forced himself onto it until pubic hair tickled his chin, until his nose nudged the man’s balls. No plug felt like that. The man’s erection was almost completely inside him, his mouth stretched wide.

“Oh! Ohhhh!” Jacob groaned.

He pushed up urgently, completely impaling his young lover. He’d often fantasized about getting a ‘blow job’ from a boy. He never expected it would actually happen. Andi had deep-throated him on his first attempt.

After a few seconds, Andi’s mother tapped his shoulder and he slowly pulled back, drooling saliva as he went. He lifted off, licked his lips, and took Jacob’s cock in hand. He’d done it, gone all the way down. He almost said ‘hot’. It was better than that. His throat tingled. He could taste it inside him. Beyond ‘hot’, words couldn’t describe it.

“Could he suck it some more, Paula? Please?” Jacob muttered, too embarrassed to ask Andi.

Andi grinned mischievously. “I think he likes oral sex, Mom.”

He licked his lips and opened his mouth wide. Without hesitating, he eagerly gulped the head. This time, he suckled like a baby, using his tongue all over the tender flesh. He knew exactly what to do to please a man.

“Good boy,” she said.

He glanced up, eyes bright, lips wrapped around Jacob’s glans, lowering slowly until there was a big bump in his cheek. Both cheeks sucked in as he backed off in slow motion. Without hesitating, he licked into the slit, sucking and squeezing the shaft until he tasted something slimy. It might have been pre-cum or leftover semen. Whatever it was it was nothing like the egg white his mother had given to him to practice with. Egg white was gross; this made him tremble.

“Yessss. Do it like that!”

Jacob rubbed Andi’s back, gradually moving lower until he caressed his firm little bottom, feeling the slippery flesh of his freshly sodomized crack. With his fingers dabbing in butt-ooze, Jacob began marveling at what he’d done. He’d fucked his first boy, and a virgin to boot. The enormity of it sank in. He couldn’t stop smiling—it was his greatest achievement, although he’d never be able to tell anyone. And now he was getting his first blow job from a boy, the best one ever. He held Andi’s shoulders and gave small pushes to encourage him to move up and down. He’d never been so happy, or excited. Life better than he’d ever imagined possible.

“Suck him harder, Andi,” she said.

He looked so small compared to Jacob. Porcelain pale, hairless, almost fragile, yet his mouth was wide open and Jacob’s cock surged back and forth through his ruby-red lips. She could tell it had to be close to entering his throat when Jacob’s thick curls brushed his nose. She caressed his head, guiding him down. He gulped, taking still more. It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

Jacob watched her stroke Andi’s disheveled hair. Their eyes met and she smiled as if to say ‘the first time of many.’ The best part was she’d never mention it again, not unless he brought it up, and then the worst thing she’d do would be tease him about fucking her son.

He nodded gratefully. “He’s incredible.”

She leaned down and whispered, “Go down on him, Sweetie. As long as you can. Show him what you can do.”

It was easier the second time. Andi didn’t stop until the last inch. The head blocked his throat before he was ready, and he gagged. As soon as he recovered, his mother guided him down the rest of the way. She cradled his head, playfully fondling his ears, running her fingers through his mussed-up hair until he became used to it.

“Fuck his mouth, Jacob,” she whispered.

Jacob thrust cautiously, instinctively holding Andi’s head so he couldn’t get away. He made himself go slowly, relishing the tightness inside the boy’s succulent mouth, forcing his cock into the beautiful face, the thin neck stretched back. Damn, if he couldn’t see a little bulge under Andi’s jaw. He gave a cautious squeeze to make sure. The bump moved slightly.

“Oh my God!”

His penis was as hard as a crowbar, jabbing past little white teeth that scraped every now and then. Andi’s squirmy tongue and the uneven roof of his mouth made up for it, and something spongy tickling his glans. It had to be Andi’s uvula because he gagged and swallowed erratically. It didn’t stop him from trying to get as far into Andi as possible.

In the flicking candlelight, he thought he saw Andi’s throat swell near where his Adam’s apple would be one day. He eased back slightly, wishing she’d turn on the lights. He was certain the bulge moved again. Not far, just enough to confirm his cock was inside the boy’s neck.

“Fuuuuck he’s good.” He knew to go slowly, gently thrusting a half inch back and forth. It was ample.

“Better than fucking his butt?” she teased.

He panted and tried to nod, although he wasn’t at all certain which he preferred. All too soon, Andi gagged again. Jacob quickly withdrew an inch or so. He didn’t stop thrusting, not until she intervened. She had to pry his fingers away and lift her son off. Jacob’s hard, wet cock slid out and slapped against Andi’s forehead. A silver thread connected them. Andi wiped both it and a dribble of saliva from his chin.

“Messy thing,” he muttered hoarsely.

He leaned in to kiss it again, drawn like a bee to nectar.

“He’s eager,” Jacob murmured.

“Suck his balls,” his mother crooned in his ear.

She’d told him that having a man’s penis in his mouth would make him feel shivery all over, that once he’d sucked cock, he’d always want more. It was the same for balls. He smooched balls and cock, back and forth, even extending his tongue a few times despite all the hair. When he got the courage, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and took the right testicle between his lips. He didn’t think it would actually fit inside his mouth, but it did. In an instant, he realized just how big it was. His nose buried into scrotal skin. Inhaling made his heart race. The worst part was hair, wiry strands stuck to his tongue. He popped out the testicle just as his jaw started to ache. Jacob sighed so he went back to licking along the throbbing erection.

“Suck them again, Sweetie.”

The thrill of gorging on hot slippery flesh was so great that he trembled, yet his lips obediently settled over Jacob’s scrotum again. A bit braver this time, he nibbled, biting lightly before sucking skin between his lips, learning to tease as he drew the man’s balls up to his mouth. He moved from one to the other, seeming oblivious to Jacob’s fat glans oozing over his cheek, his nose, his forehead. He alternated between left and right testicles, using his lips and tongue, his smooth cheeks, his hands. She said his entire body existed to give a man pleasure; that even his feet were sexual objects. He went overboard, nuzzling, kissing, licking, and sucking. He sucked until he thought his jaws would stop working, past caring about the thick black curls, or the smell, or that his mother sat beside him with her hand on his head.

Eventually, she nudged him and mouthed ‘cock.’

Giggling, he squeezed Jacob’s cock and slurped on the end, savoring flavors he’d only imagined, getting bolder every time he tried something different. Finally, he stopped worrying about getting hairs in his mouth and slobbered over the man’s hairy scrotum, his little fingers expertly kneading the man’s throbbing erection. He was so caught up in it that he barely realized his mother was rubbing his back.

She smiled approvingly. “Why don’t you masturbate him, Jacob?”

“Can I?”

“Would you rather suck him for a while?” She smirked. “I’m sure he’d like it.”

“I’d love to.” Jacob laughed nervously.

She playfully slapped Andi’s bare bottom. It was her favorite sound, like a bongo at a Cuban nightclub. “Turn around, Sweetie.”

She positioned Andi like the men in his Internet photos, crouching on top of Jacob with his knees straddling the man’s head and his legs bent up and resting against the end of the bed. Andi snorted giggles when Jacob gulped his penis. For a few fabulous seconds, his sensitive boy-cock was encased in wonderful wet heat. Jacob’s tongue swirled over his balls, lips sealing at the base of his shaft, teeth nipping on his plump little glans.

“At last,” Jacob sighed, his hands gripping Andi’s butt, rubbing his fingers where his cock had been earlier.

He kissed Andi’s penis repeatedly, fascinated by how hard it was, how the ruddy skin stretched back from the head, leaving it perched on top. It was like a little crimson flower bulb, or a cherry, or lollipop. He popped it in and out of his mouth, making it swell up and the flared rim even more pronounced, even more like a tiny helmet. He couldn’t help wishing that all boys were circumcised the same way.

‘So beautiful.’ It was all he could think of.

Within moments of him engulfing the hot little organ, Andi shuddered violently, his buttocks clenching as he desperately tried to ejaculate. It made Jacob suck even harder, taking his short boyhood fully inside and sucking on his scrotum, both tiny boy-eggs kept back by his lips. Andi’s erection throbbed mercilessly. Maybe orgasm was supposed to be like that.

Andi slowly settled down. Jacob kept on, sucking the truncated scrotum until it tingled. Only then, he opened his mouth, greedily gobbling boy-gonads until he’d captured everything. Meanwhile, Andi clutched his first adult penis, wiping his face with it, especially his cheeks, getting slimy stuff in his eyes, smelling condom and male pheromes. Unfortunately, the difference in size was a problem. Even if Andi craned his neck, the best he could do was lick Jacob’s knob. She made him scoot down until he could get more of Jacob’s penis in his mouth. Then, Jacob couldn’t reach Andi’s erection—it danced tantalizingly before him.

“See if you can suck his balls,” she purred, pressing Jacob’s head between Andi’s lean thighs.

Jacob pulled Andi lower and gorged on immature testes. He sucked up the delicate scrotum and held both immature testes between his teeth, using his tongue to prod them, chewing carefully while Andi squirmed above him. Never before had it felt like his balls were being dragged from his body. He liked having his boy-balls gnawed on, playful if rough. It made him squirm even if it wasn’t as nice as having his penis sucked. All he could reach was the very tip Jacob’s cock, and then he risked nick injury. With his tongue all the way out, he could just lick the tip, seeking more of the slick juice his mom called ‘pre-cum.’ It tasted soapy.

Jacob took over rubbing Andi’s back, long, flowing strokes from his shoulders down to his rump, lingering there with each hand cupping a cheek, his fingertips pressing him apart, opening his crack to see where his cock had been. Andi was sore there, itchy and hot. Jacob helped, his fingers spreading soothing spit all over his bottom. Strong fingers massaged his rump, thumbs splitting his slimy cheeks until his hole gaped wide and his mother and Jacob could see into him. He heard them giggle.

“Wow, it’s way bigger now,” Jacob said.

“What is?” Andi asked.

“Your hiney hole, Silly.” His mother was so excited that even her giggling sounded eerie.

Both of Jacob’s hands were on his butt, opening him up when he felt something poking at his anus, cautiously pushing. Her middle finger easily slipped through the muscle, far enough inside his rectum that it rubbed near his most sensitive place.

“Up more,” he murmured.

Her finger curled as it probed in his hole, deeper and deeper, searching for the root of his penis.

“He always cums if I rub his dick at the same time,” she whispered.

“I want to see you do it.”

Her other hand came from underneath, clasping her son’s scrotum, squeezing his immature gonads, guiding him up on Jacob’s body. Her finger stabbed suddenly, mercilessly squashing the tender node until he pushed back. Jacob held him down. Her finger rubbed rapidly, sucking through his anus. Her other hand grasped his penis, squeezing the tender swollen shaft, her spit-slicked thumb torturing this glans, scratching his piss-hole until he could barely hold back. It was all good, especially the burning ache in his ass.

The urge to ‘deep-throat’ came without urging. He opened his mouth and took Jacob’s cock inside again, guiding the head safely past his teeth, following the roof of his mouth, keeping his tongue out of the way, pushing it in until it reached his throat, a single gulp that he’d learned to do with the plug. She fondled his hair to let him know she was proud.

“You can probably reach his butt with your tongue, Jacob?”

Jacob’s head snapped up. He’d never thought about doing that. Just an hour ago, he would’ve said it was dirty. Now, it was the most precious part of a boy, the one part of Andi’s body that truly belonged to him. Before he could stop himself, he’d pulled Andi’s cheeks wide apart and wet his lips with his tongue.

With the tiny anus just inches away from his nose, the smell wasn’t unpleasant, slightly musty yet somehow reminding him of fresh bagels. It was perfect, beautifully crimson, and so, so lickable, and all of a sudden he wanted to put his lips there more than he could stand. The longer he stared at the tiny hole between Andi’s cheeks, the more agitated he became. He needed to do more than just look at it. Merely looking was enough to take his breath away. It was definitely dilated, the reddened rim moist and shiny and puffy, yet other than that it looked none the worse for being recently buggered.

For a fleeting moment, he wondered what his rabbi would say. Boy ass wasn’t kosher, not that he cared because he boldly stabbed his tongue at it, tasting something that might have been fecal. In an instant, there was no taste at all, just hot, slippery flesh pressed against his lips. Immediately, Andi’s head jerked up.

“Jesus…. Oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh,” he gasped as he realized what Jacob was doing to him. For a moment, he thought he might even pass out.

Jacob Friedman seldom had oral sex with Andi’s mother, and he’d never ventured near her nether hole, yet it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do with her son. Desire burst through him. It left him shaking with excitement as he smooched, licking the boy’s narrow crack until there was only one thing left to do. He smothered the hole with saliva, trying to force his tongue into Andi’s tight core.

Andi sucked in a mouthful of cock and tried to go up and down on it. He couldn’t, not when Jacob’s tongue was inside him, driving him wild. Suddenly, it was out again, licking along his crack, slobbering over his shriveled-up balls. The next time that Jacob’s tongue swirled into his crack, Andi shoved his backside out to greet it, increasingly desperate. The tongue stabbed into him, making him groan. It plunged through his anus. Out. Back in again. It went in and out repeatedly, until he couldn’t stop groaning and thrusting himself back onto it, squirming about until Jacob took hold of his hips. He tried to grind his butt against the man’s face, frantic now, shamelessly licking Jacob’s cock, slurping the juice from the end. He could hear Jacob huffing and his mother breathing words of encouragement in his ear, his gasps inciting both of them.

“Why don’t you fuck him again?”

Chapter 15. ‘Throbbing ‘

“Again,” Jacob rasped. “You want me to do him again?”

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

Andi looked back, breathing hard. His throat was sore and his mouth was dry. He was eager for more. He was willing to do whatever Jacob wanted.

“What about it, birthday boy? You want my cock in your ass?”

“Sure.”

She hurriedly rearranged them, Andi astride like a jockey, kneeling over Jacob’s huge hairy belly. At some point, Jacob’s fingers replaced his tongue, two fingers searching right up inside him, sliding in and out as he wriggled about.

“Hurry up and put it on,” Jacob muttered.

“Just a moment. Keep your fingers inside him until I get it on. There! You’re ready to go.”

She guided her son back, directing Jacob’s latex-sheathed cock to his hole. Andi felt like a porn star, like one of the hunky young men in his Internet photos about to impale himself on a massive phallus. It forced his buttocks apart, big, inflexible, and burning hot as it bulged into his sore anus.

“Uhhhh… Ohhh….Owwww.”

“You can do it, Honey. Just take your time.”

“Big… Ahhh…. Ahhh…”

He felt himself stretching, almost whimpering before the head passed through. Even with another thick coating of Anal-Ese, it hurt. He pushed harder, straining his bowels, making his hole open up. He knew she was watching it go in. He didn’t care. She’d watched him with the dildos so often that there was nothing left for him to be ashamed about. All of a sudden, it felt like he was sitting on a door knob, or even a golf ball. When he glanced down, his erection had gone, but that was normal.

“It’s in,” he gasped.

“Work yourself onto it, Sweetie,” she said from behind him.

It was if she knew he needed Jacob’s cock all the way inside him. He gritted his teeth and lowered himself down. He whined as he felt something give. It started to slide deeper. He didn’t dare stop, not until Jacob’s coarse hair brushed his bottom. It was way up inside his rectum, far enough for the moment.

“It’s… it’s… it’s in,” he sniveled, fidgeting as his insides adjusted. He’d done it all by himself. It almost felt nice. He still moaned—his abdomen quaked whenever he breathed.

“Stop trying to strangle it, Honey,” his mother teased. Her voice sounded funny.

Andi gulped air. “Can’t help it.”

She rubbed his back the same way she did when he had a difficult time with her dildos. She knew she should leave. Now, it was too late. “Concentrate on relaxing.”

“I’m trying!”

“Loosen your butt, Andi; it’s not rocket science.”

From on top, he could see Jacob’s face while his cock was inside him. He saw the man’s intense satisfaction, and it wasn’t even that deep. Knowing he was giving pleasure changed everything. He squeezed down, and then used his muscles to pull back. The look on Jacob’s face made him smile. He glowed all over, and deliberately wriggled on the cock.

Eventually, he leaned down, instinct taking over again. Jacob leaned up to meet him and somehow they managed to kiss, first lips, then tongues extended, finally taking Jacob’s tongue deep in his mouth. He was plugged at both ends, and he thought about what Reed would say!

Then, Jacob lifted his head to gaze into his eyes. Boldly, he swiped Jacob’s lips with his tongue extended and squeezed down. He was ready to play. This time, Jacob’s hips lifted up. Hands on his hips pushed him down. With nowhere else to go, another inch penetrated. He gasped and squirmed until he was comfortable again. He extended his tongue, and found Jacob’s tongue waiting for him. Two tongues, wet and writhing together, not just French kissing like he did with his mother. Playing man-boy games, discovering what passion was all about by sharing saliva. Andi’s heart beat faster with every wet kiss.

“That’s my boy,” she muttered. She’d never seen anything like it.

“It’s nice, Mom,” he sighed between kisses.

“I covered him with Anal-Ese so he’ll last longer this time.” Her voice was hoarse with emotion.

For some reason, his belly throbbed, spreading out from his navel. His abdominal muscles cramped tightly when Jacob began to thrust gently. Even then, Andi pressed down, not nearly as gently as caution demanded, needing the man to be so deep inside him that he pushed against his belly button. Jacob’s hot tongue slid into his mouth, taking control again. It was enough to make Andi erect again. Jacob still reached between them and squeezed his penis right on the end, massaging the little helmet head until it stiffened like never before.

“Ahhyeah,” Andi sighed as Jacob’s cock throbbed inside him. All of a sudden, he wanted it even deeper.

His heart pounded, vibrations like electrical shocks every time Jacob flexed his cock. His prostate quaked mightily, just like stories on the internet said it would. Within seconds, he was aching for more. Even his belly button throbbed, which was truly amazing.

“It feels good in his ass, doesn’t it?” his mother asked, her voice increasingly strained.

“Unbelievable,” Jacob murmured.

He caressed Andi’s slight chest, getting closer and closer, until his fingers finally touched Andi’s puffy nipples. They were large, not pulpy fat like a girl’s, just big for a boy. Jacob gently brushed his thumbs back and forth and pinched silky skin between his fingertips, teasing them until they firmed and the areolas pimpled.

“Such a beautiful boy,” he sighed, stroking his thumbs over the tender nubbins as he rested.

Paula smiled. “Okay Boychik, your turn. You know what to do.”

Andi nodded weakly. He wanted to tell her he needed to be alone with Jacob. Surely she could see from how they smiled at each other. Man and boy were fulfilling their natural roles, all but oblivious to her watchful gaze. After a few moments, he settled lower, expertly easing his sphincter around the man’s cock, doing what he’d practiced so often that he almost didn’t need to think about it. He felt himself shudder even as his erection faded again. For some reason his penis didn’t want to stay hard.

“Up and down like a cowboy… go up and down, Honey,” she croaked from behind him.

Slowly, surely, the ache in his belly disappeared, exchanged for something infinitely nicer. He kept pushing against Jacob’s erection, ignoring his mother’s instructions, pushing until he could go no farther. He sat like a jockey waiting for the race to start, his slim thighs spread wide, utterly content with five inches of adult cock stuffed in his bowels, definitely porn-star material.

“I bet that feels good,” she teased, her voice soft yet vibrant, all but humming with pent-up excitement.

He barely heard her, gazing down at Jacob’s chest, still a little disturbed by his thick black fur. Words failed him. He nodded instead, slowly getting used to being on top. He tried to go lower. He couldn’t, which had to mean it was in all the way. He lifted up cautiously, drawing it out, until he felt the fat knob tugging at his sphincter and he felt empty inside. He eased down again, ever so gently. It was like squatting over a dildo except that Jacob’s plump pubis cushioned his bottom instead of his fist. It felt nicer with the real thing, his bare body glowing all over. He couldn’t stop whimpering, gasping whenever he breathed.

“That’s my boy.”

He grinned at Jacob. It didn’t feel huge any more, just big and hot, and it belonged in his rectum; yet after only a few seconds, he needed more. His thighs tensed to lift himself up again, moving very slowly, seeking the pleasure he knew was waiting for him. He had a hint of a frown, a soft grunt as Jacob’s glans nudged his sex gland, a nervous wince when he dropped down again. He seemed in control, yet still very uncertain.

“Does it hurt, Sweetie?” his mother whispered, watching him go up and down. Her life was changing in front of her.

Jacob’s engorged cock slid relentlessly in and out of her son, a sight impossible for a mother to forget. She could hear it too, a slick wet slap every time he descended, a little grunt when he bottomed out, suctioning his juices as he lifted up, a quick gasp to get his breath back. She breathed deeply, fascinated by the way Andi’s anus somehow managed to swallow the swollen shaft, dark veins disappearing into him only to reappear a few seconds later. By then, she had two fingers digging into her vagina, her thumb frantically rubbing between her labia.

“Does it hurt?” she asked again. She was still nervous that he wasn’t enjoying it, that it would never happen again.

“Not really,” Andi panted. “Not like before.”

He couldn’t stop moving; it was as if his lean pale thighs had a mind of their own. He was sure he wasn’t doing it, but his pelvis kept rocking from side to side every time he pulled up and pushed down.

“Oh yeahhh.”

His mother snickered and whispered something to Jacob about Andi getting his cock exactly where he wanted it. Soon, the pain went away completely. All that was left was an ache deep inside and the delicious glow inside his belly button. He rested, basking in the pressure. He could feel Jacob’s cock bulging inside him, though not at all what he expected. It was a dull stretched sensation, like he was packed full, like there was no room inside for anything else. A tremor ran through him no different to when he played with the dildos, except a man’s cock felt so much nicer, like it belonged there.

“He’s a horny little guy,” Jacob muttered.

All of a sudden, Andi needed movement inside him. He shifted his hips from one side to the other, testing his body by squeezing against the man’s cock before shoving down. Somehow, he even got in more cock, trying not to snivel.

“Oh my! I didn’t think you could take any more,” his mother observed hoarsely. Her son’s sexuality overwhelmed her. She’d never been so agitated, or envious.

He wanted to giggle. He wanted to whimper. He wanted his mother gone. He wanted to tell Jacob how much he loved him. He was full of Jacob’s cock, and that proved he was queer. A million thoughts clamored.

“That’s my boy. I’m so proud of you,” she murmured, her lips on his forehead.

Something throbbed inside him, right up inside him, somewhere near his belly, or maybe it was near his spine—he couldn’t be sure of anything—only that it was a good feeling. He pushed down, even harder this time. A fraction of an inch farther. He was certain Jacob’s cock couldn’t go any deeper.

“Mom... Ohhhh. God…. Fuck me….”

Jacob lifted him up by the hips, withdrawing his cock very slowly. Andi was barely conscious of something shaking the bed, arms dragging him down, hot wet lips slobbering over his face. His strength returned and he began to push back.

“Someone likes fucking.”

Andi wasn’t in the mood to be teased. He needed it harder and faster.

“She means both of us, I think,” Jacob huffed. He strained against Andi, filling him completely. He thrust relentlessly. “So hot. Like he’s melting… You like this, don’t you? You’re my beautiful sexy boy.”

Andi groaned loudly.

“I told you he’s queer, Jacob. Now, show him how gay boys cum.” Had she really said that? Her fingers were covered in slime.

Jacob pulverized Andi’s butt until he started to shake. Jacob shoved him up, gazing between them, their bodies still connected by the hairy cock thrust deep inside him. He was surprised to see his shriveled boy-cock leaking droplets of pee.

“That’s why there’s a plastic sheet on the mattress, Sweetie,” she snickered.

“Can’t… help… it… He’s… right on it… rubbing… the spot,” Andi gasped.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered as much for her benefit as his.

Up slowly, half closing his eyes, feeling strange all over, vaguely aware that his mother was groaning. Each time he lifted up, the head of Jacob’s cock poked at that special place in his bowels. On the way down, it made him convulse. Jacob’s groin pummeled his buttocks.

“Go faster, Sweetie.”

“I can’t…. Mom… it feels so good… I think… Damn… I’m going to cum.”

“Go slow then.” She could smell it, pungent sweet musk. It made her quiver.

His first time in charge should have lasted longer, yet his strength vanished in a handful of minutes. Jacob rolled him to the side, holding them tightly. His cock still escaped. Clambering over Andi and pushing his knees against his chest, Jacob reinserted quickly, the slippery hole remarkably easy to penetrate.

“Ohhhhyeahhhh,” Andi groaned—he hadn’t expected anything like that.

One moment Jakey’s cock was poised at his anus, teasing his opening. In a rush it slid in, deeper and deeper until he was balls-deep, and Andi’s boy-rectum was packed full of man-cock. He was certain it was inside his colon. He whimpered as his body tried to readjust to the different position and angle.

Jacob felt slimy hot bowels clasping his cock, slim thighs shoved right back, firm little buttocks pumping into his hips, and almost lost it. Somehow, he burrowed his furry groin into the moist smooth flesh. About then, Andi truly realized what it meant to be on the bottom.

“I love you,” Jacob sighed, completely besotted.

He thrust gently, perfectly timed to Andi’s shudders, just not in the right spot. Andi gasped, disbelieving. He squirmed until the burning sensation was gone, replaced by a delicious pressure with each inward surge.

“Do him harder Jacob,” his mother instructed. She was getting impatient. She needed to see him utterly dominated.

The man gripped his hips, restraining his pelvis. The next thrust made him whimper loudly. This was what his mother meant when she said he’d never be the same afterwards.

“Ahhhhh! There! Do it there!”

It was best when Jacob’s cock was completely inside him, coarse pubic hair crushed against his baby-soft bottom. However, it lasted only for a second or two. Almost immediately, Jacob jerked it most of the way out. Only the head stayed inside. Andi wasn’t sure what he liked the most, going in or coming out. On impulse, he let go of his legs and reached underneath. He parted his buttocks wide, offering himself.

“Is it good , Sweetie?” She slathered KY over Jacob’s latex-sheathed cock, preparing it for still greater pleasure.

Before Andi could answer, Jacob rotated his pelvis, making Andi move with him. Even covered with slippery gel, it felt like they were joined down there, as if the man’s cock was part of him. When Jacob flexed, Andi wriggled with him. When Jacob breathed, Andi breathed too. When Jacob thrust harder, Andi groaned.

“Ohhhh fuck.” He groped at his crotch, grasping his shriveled boy-cock. “It’s throbbing inside.”

‘Throbbing’ got a smirk from his mother. “Really open him up, Jacob.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Jacob muttered.

“He needs you to do him properly.” She almost added, ‘fuck him, goddam it.’ She stopped just in time. Had she gone too far?

She staggered up from the bed, shakily standing as she watched Jacob thrust like an oversexed jackrabbit, the little boy underneath shuddering constantly. It seemed so right, exactly how love was supposed to be.

“Do it longer this time,” Andi demanded—he still had a lot to learn about customer satisfaction.

His mother looked back on her way out of the room. Jacob had slowed down, a steady slap as his loins thumped Andi’s buttocks. She could see her son underneath, bewildered yet sucking on Jacob’s shoulder, his slender arms wrapped around Jacob’s hairy back, his little heels now bumping Jacob’s thighs.

“You can do it harder if you want,” Andi muttered.

As she closed the door, she whispered, “That’s sounds like my boy.”

Chapter 16. ‘Darth Vader’

“That’s sounds like my boy.” She looked up from People magazine as Andi padded into the kitchen, not a stitch of clothing on him except for red socks.

“Where’s Jakey?” he asked, a little perturbed that he had her full attention.

“On his way back to Detroit.” She sipped coffee, looking him over.

He moved like a recently fucked boy, bodily aware and warily. There were blotches on his neck and shoulders, his nipples were puffy, and his limp reddened penis seemed smaller than ever.

“How do you feel?”

Andi wasn’t ready to talk. He looked around for his laptop before he glanced up. A hand-carved cuckoo clock from an almost forgotten relative in Hungary ticked loudly. It would soon be lunchtime at school, extra noisy in the cafeteria because it was Friday.

“Okay,” he ventured.

“I’ve got some waffle mix left?”

“Not hungry. Where’s my laptop?”

“On the couch where you left it. Is everything okay, Sweetie?” She’d never seen him so distracted.

“I guess.”

Something had definitely changed between them. Andi wasn’t sure what. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable being naked, even though she’d seen him undressed every day of his life. He stepped closer to the counter so she couldn’t see the part of his body that Jacob found so desirable.

“How much champagne did you drink?”

“It’s cool, Mom.” His tongue felt like he’d been licking a cat.

“What time did you go to sleep?” she persisted. This time Andi shrugged in response. “You don’t look too bad considering.”

“Tell that to my butt.”

“Sore huh?”

When Andi didn’t answer, she put the magazine down and held out her hand. He approached awkwardly, reluctant to be close to her for the first time in ten years. She took his hand and looked him up and down.

“Kolbász looks like he had a good time.”

Andi looked down. His penis was bloated, making it look shorter than normal, just a plump little head and a quarter inch of shaft. It seemed as if he’d been erect for most of the night, hour after hour of being sucked and fondled.

Finally, he smiled slightly. “Kolbász is like totally worn out.”

“I hope you remembered to use baby oil?”

“I had to remind him one time, that’s all.”

She laughed. “Turn around, Sweetie. Oh my! You’re covered with hickeys.”

Andi tried to see over his shoulder, although he’d already seen himself in the bathroom mirror. There were red splotches dotting his buttocks. It looked like a rash.

“Bend over so I can check your pussy.”

He’d looked there too, so he hesitated—ten years and a day. Feeling much older, fourteen or fifteen, old enough to drink champagne if he wanted, old enough to have sex with a man. However, his mother was determined. She waited, testing his will with patient silence until he bent over and put his hands on the table. He wasn’t surprised by her sharp intake of breath as she pressed his cheeks apart. It burned between his buttocks. His little sex hole was red and swollen, definitely not virgin.

“He did work you over, didn’t he? It looks like it’s quite a bit larger.”

Andi tried to tighten up. She poked her fingertip at it.

“Does it hurt, Sweetie?”

“Not that much. Mostly it’s itchy.”

She could smell boy-funk. It was earthy and sweet like yeast, nothing like her vaginal excretion.

“You smell like ass-sex.”

“I don’t know why.”

Andi’s anus was puffy around the rim with a very pronounced pucker. It looked sore, which was beautiful in its own way. She couldn’t help but feel she’d made the right choice with Jacob Friedman.

“How many times did he do you, Sweetie?” She asked.

“Mom!”

“For heaven’s sake, Andi. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she said, retying the belt on her dressing gown.

“I wouldn’t be embarrassed if you stopped talking about it.” Andi didn’t know why he was so annoyed.

She smiled and gently stroked his bottom. “Sweetie, last night was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so proud of you.”

“Do we have to talk about it right now?”

“I don’t want you to be uptight about being gay, Andi. I saw him do you twice, remember?”

“So?”

She pressed her thumb into his crack, so much bigger than a girl’s crevice. The hole felt the same, warm and moist, his anus so soft that it seemed to have vanished.

“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Other than I had sex with a man,” he muttered, still feeling pangs of guilt.

“You did what you needed to do to be happy, Andi. You were so good with Jacob, I was envious. You enjoyed it, didn’t you Andi? Be honest.”

“Um… I s’pose so.”

“I’d be worried if you didn’t. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“You were fantastic.”

“We used up all the condoms,” Andi said, as proud as Noah when he brought home straight As.

“I heard you at it again after he opened the bubbly. It sounded like you had a good time.”

She’d heard the cork pop a few minutes after eleven pm. Muffled laughter followed, lots of laughter. It ended near midnight with the bed squeaking, then tapping against the wall. Ten minutes it lasted, getting faster and faster until it stopped abruptly.

“That’s what happens when a boy has two glasses of champagne,” Andi grinned mischievously.

For number three, he’d been on his back all the time, already intoxicated, looking up at Jacob with his legs wrapped around the man’s hips. There had been a few moments when it hurt—when Jacob bounced against him and went in too deep. He liked doing it that way, watching Jacob’s hairy groin thump his rump. The man’s cock moved back and forth relentlessly, churning his insides until his legs started to shake. He couldn’t remember more than that, just hanging on tightly as Jacob pumped into him, both of them gasping ‘I love you.’

“I left you six so that leaves three more to tell me about,” she teased.

“Mom!”

“Stop holding back on me.” She playfully tweaked his penis, holding the tender little knob between her thumb and finger, rolling it the way that her male clients liked.

Andi grew bolder. “We did it again this morning when we woke up…. And after we took a shower.”

“You were already at it when I woke up. ‘Oh Jakey! Jakey! Do me!’”

Andi giggled. “I had a cum that time.”

All of a sudden, he felt awkward, standing before her with Jacob’s hickeys spotting his naked chest and belly. Not ashamed, something else. Her fingers were soothing, gently stroking his penis, the same penis that Jacob fondled whenever he wasn’t kissing and sucking it.

“You had an orgasm back there?”

“He played with my dick, Mom.”

Andi decided he wouldn’t tell her everything, at least not for a while. Jacob wanted doggy-style for the entry, so he crouched down on his elbows and knees, his face buried in his pillow. Jacob held him steady with one hand and guided his cock with the other. He pushed out as Jacob pushed in, only a moment or two before the man’s cock breached him. After Jacob was fully embedded, he’d positioned Andi face down onto the bed, arms and legs splayed, completely submissive as he pounded into him.

She smiled. “Was it a good one?”

He nodded again. Right at the end, just before his cock spat out its seed, Jacob made him beg for it. It had stopped hurting long before them, so he did, in between frantic whimpers. The funny thing was that he didn’t have to pretend. He wanted to be fucked. It seemed so incredibly right, pleading for a man to fuck him, to fill him with semen. He would never forget it jerking inside his pelvis long after Jacob had ejaculated.

“What happened, Sweetie?”

Andi smirked. “He barely touched Kolbász and I did it, Mom. It was the weirdest thing ever. I felt like I was going to explode inside.”

“Next time, maybe you’ll get one without touching this little guy,” she teased, still fondling the very-exposed tip. For the first time, Andi’s penis didn’t respond. ”Well, out with it, Sweetie. What else happened?”

Andi grinned. “We did it again in the shower.”

She smiled as if she already knew. “I was wondering why the water was running so long.”

“It was fun, Mom.”

They’d been talking about circus clowns, making silly faces at each other when they weren’t kissing. When he needed to pee, Jacob kept him in the bed, tickling him until he really had to go. At the last moment, when his bladder was ready to burst, Jacob scooped him up and carried him into the bathroom. They peed, holding each other’s penises, joking about fire hoses and putting out three-alarm fires. Jacob lifted him into the shower, kissing and cuddling and grinding their cocks together as the water splashed over them.

“Jake was washing me and stuff. Mostly he had his fingers up my butt.”

“You ought to be used to that. You do it every morning,” she teased.

“I wouldn’t have minded except it’s sore inside.”

“After that many times, I’m not surprised.”

Her clients never mounted her from behind more than once per night. It was different for boys. They were supposed to have sex there.

Andi smirked. “My hole feels like it’s a lot bigger now.”

“Show me again, Honey.”

Andi turned again, no longer embarrassed. He parted his buttocks for her as he leaned forward.

“I’m glad Jacob’s got a small one. If he was any bigger, I’d have to put you in a diaper for a couple of days.”

They giggled together.

“Now it’s loose, you need to keep using a dildo, Honey. Reed said you should do it every night.”

Andi frowned. Before he could ask about Reed, she licked her fingers and began to rub his puffy red boyhood. It stayed utterly limp.

“I bet you’ll enjoy it even more, if you,” she went on. “You don’t want to tighten up like before.”

“No way am going through that again!”

“So he did my boy in the shower, huh?” she teased, playfully tugging on boy-dick.

“He rubbed it in my hole. He wanted to go in, but I told him he had to use a condom,” Andi replied, no longer shy. “He carried me into the bedroom. We didn’t even dry off. I was still wet when he did it.”

“Ooooh, how sexy is that! What happened?”

“We pretended I was Jungle Boy and he was a gorilla. He said he downloaded all my photos, Mom. Weird huh?” Andi said, trying hard not to giggle.

The last time Jacob stood at the end of the bed, dripping water and growling menacingly. How could he tell her that Jacob started with a few gentle thrusts and he begged for it harder? With his heels pinned back to his ears, he couldn’t resist. One solid push was all it took. Jacob’s penis surged through Andi’s weakened anus, expanding inside him until he felt jam-packed. It stopped tantalizingly close to his colon, where even the slightest movement transferred deep into his core.

He’d barely gotten his breath back when Jacob began jabbing his cock into him vicious thrusts that made him want to cry out. He didn’t, of course. It affected both of them. Jacob masturbated him so he climaxed quickly. After that, Jacob paused twice to delay his orgasm, despite Andi urging him on. When the man’s cock withdrew a few frantic minutes later, there must have been nearly a teaspoonful of sperm in the nipple end of the condom.

“You know, the one time he pretended with me, he wanted me to be you.”

“You’re kidding?” He still couldn’t believe that he’d begged for it harder without Jacob prompting him.

“I think Kolbász is dead,” she laughed, giving up.

His penis might as well have been numb, the extremely sensitive inner skin rubbed raw.

“Kolbász is like totally worn out, Mom. He was stiff all night.”

“Lucky you.”

She smiled, a little envious, though not of Andi. It seemed immoral that a man could do what she could not. She’d only been able to get him hard for a few minutes at most.

“At breakfast, Jacob told me he’s been in love with you since you were four,” she confided.

Andi filed it away. “I like him a lot.”

“That’s why I let you sleep with him, Sweetie. You made him very happy last night. You’re everything he’s ever dreamed about.”

Her fingers moved onto Andi’s crimped scrotum, expertly rubbing the little fleshy lump, plucking at his tiny balls. Jacob’s obsession with her son’s testicles still amused her. Between two cups of coffee, he’d talked about them, not once or twice, but five times.

“Your poor little balls look like they’re sore.”

“He nearly sucked them off, Mom.”

She tugged on his abbreviated pouch. She loved how his scrotum clung underneath, a little wrinkled ball set farther back, not directly under his cock. It made him look exotic.

Andi glanced down, his belly lean and firm, his miniature belly button that Jacob must have licked out at least a hundred times, a definitive ‘v’ leading to his pale hairless mound and what made him a boy. He missed having the nozzle of skin at the end of his dick, though it was definitely hotter with his knob exposed.

“Did he like my boy’s cock?”

“He loved it, Mom. He wouldn’t leave it alone.”

“Are you glad I had you circumcised beforehand?”

“It’s cool.” The only problem was almost constant erections.

“You’re so much better looking without all that silly skin on the end,” she teased, unable to resist touching it again.

“And it’s nicer to suck, right?”

”Don’t tempt me,” she laughed.

She licked her lips, trying to control the urge inside her. His penis was enticing, a mouthwatering morsel, although she’d always managed to deny it. It was nothing like her clients’ thick hairy tools. Even limp like it was now, it aroused her. The head was a perfect helmet, polished and perched on the end of the shiny shaft, its usual pink-blue hue closer to purple.

“Poor little Kolbász,” she said, fingering his knob, so tiny and lickable compared to a man’s.

Andi flinched as she squeezed. “Sore, Mom.”

She moved on to his balls. The delicate skin of his scrotum was inflamed. It didn’t stop her from fondling his immature gonads. She squeezed gently, his tiny eggs captured between her fingers.

“Aooowhhhh.”

“He gave your balls a workout, huh?”

“He nearly sucked them off.”

She smiled. “He said you sixty-nined this morning.”

For nearly an hour, Andi had writhed on the bed with Jacob’s cock in his mouth. Jacob sucked his ass in return. It seemed like it would never end. Then, Jacob began poking his finger into Andi’s tender rectum. The feelings became so strong that Andi had to stop sucking. He’d climaxed with no more warning than a spasm deep inside. When he took Jacob’s penis into his mouth again, it promptly spat a few measly droplets on his face.

“No wonder you’re worn out,” she teased.

He smiled at her shyly as she stroked the underside of his pouch with her forefinger, her thumb lightly caressing his dangling worm.

“After last night, I’d say you’re definitely queer,” she purred.

“So it’s a good thing you left me six condoms?”

She started to laugh. “If they’re all used up, you forgot one.”

Andi had to think before he remembered. He grinned. “Jake woke me up to do it. I don’t know what the time was. He already had it in me.”

“A sneak attack. I bet it was a shock to wake up and find you had a cock in your ass.”

Andi grinned. “Pretty much.”

“Get used to it, Honey.”

”I was so sleepy I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first.”

“Welcome to my world.”

“He sort of moved it around inside me. Side to side and stuff. It got really loose back there… Mom, if I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh?”

“I’ll try not to.” She put on such a serious face that they both giggled.

“When you asked how I felt… I didn’t know what to say. It’s hard to explain. I sort of feel weird, not just behind; all over. It’s like….” He searched for words, but couldn’t find any. “Am I different now I’ve had sex?”

“Is that what you’re worried about? It’s no big deal, Andi.”

“I know,” he said, even shyer. “I liked feeling him going inside me.”

“You’re a bottom, Sweetie. Bottoms enjoy being fucked.”

“I wanted him in me so bad last night, I couldn’t stand it.”

“Sounds like a typical gay boy to me.”

“What if I still have an ache in my tummy? I don’t know how to explain it. And inside, I feel kind of empty.”

“That’s exactly what Reed said. I thought it would take a few more times.”

“Mom, what if I want him to do me again, that’s normal right?”

“It sounds like you’re okay with it other than having a sore tummy?”

“Duh. I want to do it again even though it hurts back there. I just wish...”

“You know you can talk with me about anything, Sweetie.”

“Um… I feel different now, like I’m missing something inside me, I guess.. I like him, and everything was really cool, only…”

He took a deep breath and released it, very aware that her hand cupped his groin, her fingers rubbing gently. His tender testes tingled at the slightest touch.

“What’s wrong, Honey?”

He looked back uncertainly. “Nothing…. Mom, it’s just… well,

“Sweetie, I know you really wanted to have an anal orgasm so you know what it’s like.”

“It’s not that. Well, maybe a little bit. I thought I was going to when we were doing it in the middle of the night. I felt so happy. It was like I could do it forever; it felt so good. He sort of rocked against me and I could feel it sliding inside me, and I kept falling asleep. It was like…” He thought for a moment. “Like I existed only because of his cock, like I’d die without it.”

“Get used to it, Honey. That’s how it is for gay boys,” she said gently. “You’re attracted to men for a reason. Only a man can give you what you need to be happy.”

“It wasn’t like that this morning,” Andi went on. “I felt so alive while he was doing me. He played with Kolbász and I came really hard. I know I came close to having one from my butt too. It was like I was going to explode.”

“Anal sex is different for me. You have that gland so you enjoy it more.”

Andi shook his head. “Mom, I really didn’t want to have it with him. It was like there was a voice in my head saying ‘not yet.’ It scared me. I couldn’t move for a long while.”

She fondled his balls, massaging them through ripples of delicate skin. His scrotum tightened further. Pushed back between his thighs, his reddened penis all but hid it from sight.

“Not to worry. You’ll have even more fun the next time, Sweetie. It’s just a matter of time until you have an anal orgasm.”

“I’m glad I did all the other stuff with Jacob. He’s funny.”

“He’s a nice person for a boy to start having sex with. It’s a pity he didn’t have more experience. It would’ve been better if you’d started off with a man who knew how to do to it properly.”

“Once he got it in all the way, it was awesome.”

“It sounds like it went in a lot easier after I left?”

“Mostly, it slid in as soon as I pushed out.”

It was never that easy. Each time Andi had squirmed and held his breath during the initial thrusts needed to get the head past his sphincter. After that, it slid in, not stopping until Jacob’s crotch pressed into his crack.

“Do you think you’re ready to have another man friend?” she asked quietly.

“Um?” Andi hesitated, wondering again how she always knew what he was thinking.

“Sweetie, you and I are a lot alike. You’ll enjoy being with different men, just like I do.”

“Variety is the spice of life, huh?”

“You’re only young once; the more the merrier, I say.”

“I’d like to try more bull and less calf,” Andi giggled, making it sound like the Hungarian joke she’d told him the previous Sunday.

“How about one like your photo?” She teased.

He wavered, shrugging uncertainly despite the shiver that went through him. “It’s not that much bigger than Jacob’s, Mom.”

She laughed. “How about I set you up with Alvin; he’s got to be way bigger than Jacob.”

“Reed said bigger feels better.”

“With a black boyfriend, he’d know.”

Mother and son giggled together.

“You really think bigger feels better?”

For some reason, he had to know. Even though his anus still burned, he couldn’t stop thinking about Jacob’s penis sliding into him. It didn’t seem nearly as large. And it really didn’t hurt all that much—it was mostly uncomfortable. Once his body adjusted, he actually liked the stretched feeling. In fact he liked it so much that by the last time, he pleaded with Jacob to put his cock inside him.

“Personally, I prefer short fat ones like yours.”

“Even in your ass?”

Since he woke up, all he could think about was how wonderful it felt. He’d never forget Jacob’s cock squelching as it pumped back and forth through his anus. Just thinking about it made him hot. That he could still feel it moving inside him was definitely disconcerting, but in a good way.

She answered with a smile. “You’ll have to find out for yourself. How about you try different sized cocks in your butt and let me know?”

He grinned back at her, suddenly glad that he could talk with her about sex in ways his friends never could with their parents.

“I want longer, Mom.”

“Your prostate isn’t that far inside. You’re supposed to be able to reach it with your finger.”

He growled something back. It sounded like, ‘I don’t do that.’

“Reed said boys are wired so they need a man to go in deep.”

He grinned back, not about to tell her the deeper Jacob’s penis went, the more he enjoyed it. He couldn’t stop grinning. She noticed and gave him a mock-serious look, as if she knew he was holding back.

“It was nice when he went in all the way. It was like I was part of him, like I belonged to him.”

She nodded reassuringly. Andi smiled back, knowing he’d never look at a man again and not wonder about the size of his penis.

“Go on. Now you’ve started, you’ve got to tell me what’s really bothering you,” she pressed.

“Um, okay… I liked it deep. It was sweet. The End.”

She gave an encouraging smile. “Tell me about his cock, Honey.”

“It’s cool… it fits really nice.” He was too embarrassed to go on.

“You wish it was bigger?” She asked after a few moments.

“I guess…”

“My son the size queen,” she joked. Andi groaned. It was all in good fun. “He’s tiny, isn’t he? At least now, you won’t be scared to death by a normal one.”

Andi couldn’t help giggling. “You think I’m ready for Gary?”

“I don’t know, Sweetie. How about you do Alvin next?”

“They named a chipmunk after him, Mom.”

“So he’s a bit weird at times. You’ll have fun once you get used to him.”

“You don’t want me with Gary because he’s bi?”

“I don’t mind sharing him with you, but he’s huge compared to most men.”

“If we’re careful, I should be okay, right?”

She couldn’t help smiling. “There’s only way to find out. You probably should sit down on him when you do it, in case you have to get up in a hurry.”

“Mom!”

“Don’t be embarrassed, Sweetie, not after I watched a man do your ass. We’re a team, aren’t we?”

“Yeah….”

“You needed a good hard fuck, and you got it.”

“Tell that to my bottom.” He rubbed his butt and grinned at his mother. Her eyes were on his middle, where his penis was halfway to erection.

“I’m sure it’s sore. Six times up the butt is a lot for a boy; even if he’s as gay as Kermit.”

“So I butt up for Cookie Monster. What’s the big deal? Bert and Ernie fuck too.” Andi’s Kermit impression set the standard at Weiner.

Smiling, she smooched him on the forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

“It’s a pity Jacob can’t see you again for a while. Actually, it’s probably for the best. I’d like to see you properly broken in.”

He smiled shyly, a little uncertain about being ‘properly broken in’. “What about Gary?”

“He’ll bust your ass, Honey. If you really want to, I won’t try to stop you.”

“I want to, Mom.”

She touched her thumbs to his nipples, caressing light circles until tiny lumps formed. She used her fingernails to scratch at the tender nubbins.

He lurched involuntarily. “What’s ‘erogenous’ mean?”

“Something that makes you feel sexy.”

She squeezed his nipples to show him, rolling the tiny fleshy balls between her fingertips until Andi inhaled and pulled back.

“You’re making Kolbász feel weird,” he smirked as he glanced down. It had taken only a few seconds for his penis to get fully hard again.

“Your whole body is connected to this little guy,” she teased, giving his erection a playful flip.

It was bloated, stretched so taut that the shiny skin pulled against Andi’s shriveled up balls. It felt hot and sore, and it throbbed when she pinched his swollen glans.

“Hmmmmm,” Andi breathed deeply as she caressed his nipples, a boy version of hers.

It felt better than when Jake did it. He rubbed harder and his fingers were rougher. His mother’s fingers seemed to know what to do to make him quiver. It was Jacob who made him shudder. He did it so fast that Andi whimpered and begged him to stop. Suddenly, he had to grasp his shaft, squeezing against the head until it turned purple.

“You need to masturbate, Sweetie?”

He blushed, barely nodding, unable to stop fingering his stiff penis.

“You’ve only done it a couple of times since you saw Simon.”

Since then, his penis was almost too sensitive to touch. The two times he’d masturbated properly were both Sundays. She watched to make sure he used plenty of baby oil, encouraging him to enjoy his newly circumcised organ before they headed off to their usual Viennese brunch in the Village.

She tweaked both of his nipples, expertly strumming the delicate bumps until he squeaked and tried to get away. She held on, pinching them until he gasped, his boyhood throbbing. It seemed like she always knew what to do to make him excited.

“Does this feel nice?”

“It makes my butt feel funny.”

“It’s supposed to, sexy boy. Why don’t you put some spit on your finger?”

“Mom!”

“After what you did last Sunday, you’re embarrassed?”

He wanted to say it was different now; however, the only difference was that he’d used KY. She’d been reading the New York Times Sunday edition most of the time, occasionally glancing up to see what he was doing. He had two fingers inside himself when she masturbated his tight little cock to send him over the edge.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” she said softly, lightly caressing her son’s nipple points, barely touching. He still quivered.

“Mom,” he complained half-heartedly.

“Maybe you’ll feel more like it later on.”

Without warning, his belly gurgled and gas burbled from behind. “My butt’s all loose inside.”

“Did you use that champagne bottle in your bedroom to make it bigger?” she suggested mischievously.

“No, Mom!”

“I know why men like you. You so much fun to be with,” she laughed, leaning in to give both nipples a playful flick. They were more sensitive than hers; the slightest touch always turned them into hard nubbins.

Andi giggled self-consciously. “I should’ve started earlier, Mom. I’d be really good at sex now.”

“You were great last night, Sweetie. Now you’ve started, you ought to keep going.”

“I’m for that.”

“Honey, after Jacob left this morning, I called Alvin.”

Andi frowned. “And?”

“He’s started a college fund for you. The Andi Fisher Foundation; it’s in the Caymans, so your men friends can transfer money without anyone knowing. Isn’t that sweet?”

“Alvin’s boring, Mom. I’ll have more fun with a squirrel.”

“Alvin’s very generous, Andi. His first deposit was twenty grand.”

“I like Gary more.”

“Alvin’s excited about getting you into bed.”

“Because he thinks I’m a chipmunk.”

“He’s already asked if you can stay with him at Newport for a weekend. You’ll have lots of fun with him and Fritzy.” She changed her mind a moment before she told him the rest of it. “I called Gary too, just in case.” She hesitated again. “You could spend next weekend with him, if that’s what you want.”

“Yes!” Andi pumped his fist in the air, beaming back at her.

“He’ll be busy some of the time. He’s in DC for some sort of energy summit. It may be the only chance for a while because he’s in Saudi Arabia all May. That’ll leave you with lots of time for Alvin, and Jacob whenever he’s in New York.”

“I can really spend the whole weekend with Gary?”

“I don’t see why not. We could drive down in your new car on Friday.”

“After school?”

“Hmmm. You could skip school after lunch, I suppose. That way we’d miss the traffic.”

“Will we stay at his hotel?”

She smiled, fondly stroking his bare flank, molding her hand to his hip. “Where else would we stay, Darling? We’ll be with him when he’s not in meetings; and when he’s busy, we’ll go sightseeing, assuming you’re up to it.”

“Can we go to the Smithsonian?”

“We’ll do whatever you want.” She reached behind him, her hand cupping his buttocks, slipping her fingers into his narrow crack, one finger gingerly probing his anus. “There’s only one problem, Sweetie…”

Andi’s bottom lip drooped, expecting the worst.

“Even after Jacob, you’re still way too small for Gary. You need to be twice as big back here,” she added as she pressed against his opening.

“We can make it bigger with Darth, Mom.”

“You’ll have to do it every chance you get; otherwise you’ll spend the weekend in hospital.”

“I’ll do it nonstop if I have to.”

“Ready you are for the dark side of the force, young padawan?”

Andi grinned. He hadn’t told her. He’d tried inserting it a week earlier when he came home from school and she was out with a client. By then, he was used to having her sex toys in his butt; however, Darth was so big it felt like his anus would rupture before he got it inside.

“Why don’t you get Darth and we’ll see if he fits? I put him in the bottom drawer so Jacob wouldn’t get jealous.”

He nodded and headed back to his bedroom, his nipples tingling and his penis still flushed with arousal, the rest of him hoping that she didn’t want him to start using it immediately.

“Bring the Anal-Ese too,” she called after him. “And don’t take forever.”

Chapter 17. ‘Huge’

“You took forever.” She was reading the New Yorker when Andi returned to the kitchen.

“I got dressed.”

“Five minutes to put on a t-shirt?” She chided, rearranging her dressing gown.

“I had to poop too. What are you reading?”

“It’s about Long Island mansions built during the Prohibition era.” She pointed at a full-color spread of a stone Tudor-style manor with a six huge chimneys. It had a spectacular view of the ocean at East Hampton. “This is Alvin’s man-friend’s house. Well, not his man-friend exactly… I went to a Halloween party there last year. Maybe you’ll go this year.”

Andi giggled. “I could go as a chipmunk.”

“You’re cute enough. There wasn’t blood was there?”

“A lot of that slimy stuff came out, that’s all.” A little reluctantly, he handed over the plug.

“Some mucus afterwards is normal, Honey.”

He looked at his fingers and wrinkled his nose. “Smells like Carlo’s bread dough. It’s still yucky.”

She washed the plastic shaft with soap and hot water. “It happens to me too, so get used to it.”

“It itches inside something awful.”

“I’ll take care of that later.” She wiped off the plug with a paper towel. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Can we start tomorrow?”

“Darth will hurt less if we take advantage of Jacob. The sooner we get him inside you the better, Andi.”

His Samurai Junior was man-sized, less penis-shaped than his other dildos. It didn’t have balls like Igor, or the next size up, five inches of slim pink plastic that looked almost human. The dildo she’d bought for him was the same thickness, six inches of translucent purple. It was very flexible, like thick jelly. He called it ‘Bunny’ because it had Energizer batteries in a compartment on the end. It felt great humming inside him.

“It’ll never fit, Mom.”

“It won’t if you don’t try. You need to get used to it before you wear it to school on Monday.”

“School?” he gulped.

“Don’t worry; I’m sure it won’t slide out.”

“Mom….” Andi gaped at the plug.

“We’ll do it in your room. I’ll tell the cleaners you’re sick so they won’t bother you.”

His heart thumped. Without saying a word, he followed her into his jungle-boudoir, waiting nervously as she opened the vine-patterned curtains, spilling mid-morning sunshine over his messed-up bed. She smirked when she glanced down. There were dark spots on the sheet where he’d leaked, several about the size of a quarter. A little pile of soggy, used condoms lay on top of the nightstand, one draped over the empty champagne bottle.

“It’s like a brothel in here,” she teased, sniffing the air. Andi blushed.

She drew him to the bed and sat down beside him. She brushed back his hair, holding his head as she looked into his eyes.

“Andi, I want you to tell me the truth. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“If you’re asking me if I want to have sex with Gary, the answer is yes. It’s Darth, I’m not sure about.”

“If we start down this road, there’s no turning back,” she said as if to herself.

Then, she touched Darth’s head to his lips and he opened wide, instinct controlling. He gulped as it entered, sliding the fat round head past his teeth and into his mouth.

“Front and back, you’re made for a man’s cock,” she cooed, stroking his cheek.

Like a baby sucking on a breast, his jaws opened wider. She pressed it in, guiding it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, all the way to his throat. Andi breathed deeply through his nose, knowing what came next. He stretched his head back without being told.

“Jacob said you’re a great little cocksucker.”

After a month of practice, he’d deep throated Jacob easily, again and again, lots of times without being asked. It was easy for him to take the man all the way. He’d never had than more than two thirds of Darth Vader. She stopped at his uvula, training his gag reflex, fifteen long seconds as Andi’s heart beat fast.

“Keep practicing with it,” she said when she pulled it out. “Just make sure you wash it properly after it’s been in your ass.”

“I’m not an idiot, Mom!”

“Assume the position, young man.”

She tossed his black leather shorts onto his dresser and placed two faux-zebra-skin cushions in the center of the bed. He lay over them, his rump lifted up like it had been for Jacob, both hands spreading his cheeks, looking over his shoulder, waiting for the pain to begin.

“May the force be with me,” he tried to joke.

“It won’t be that bad, Andi. He must’ve stretched you a lot after six times.”

She leaned over, opened the bottom drawer in the nightstand, and took out an unopened tube of analgesic ointment.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“Remember when I said a man’s penis can tear your insides? This will help if it did, plus it won’t itch nearly as much.”

She smeared a glistening film of desensitizing lubricant over her finger and started gently, the same way she always did. She made little circles around his itchy anus with her fingertip, pressing into the tender rim, making his hole relax before squeezing a big cold blob of Anal-Ese right into the opening, then prodding to push it inside. She massaged his slick little hole, carefully pressing in to open him up, making him sigh, almost convincing him it wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

“Mom, were you kidding about me wearing it to school?”

“Of course, silly-boy. However, I want you to wear it around the house as much as you can. The longer it’s in you, the easier it’ll be with Gary, and the more you’ll like it.”

“Do you ever do it behind with him?”

“Yes. You need to relax.”

Andi suddenly had a hundred questions. He felt her finger go away. Darth’s blunt head replaced it, forcing his buttocks apart, rubbing up and down his crack, skidding in the Anal-Ese. It stopped over his anus, playing with the opening to help him relax. For a moment, he thought it might slide inside.

“Get those cheeks apart. Sweetie. Okay, deep breath and push out.”

“Fuck!” Andi gasped.

She didn’t push hard. The tip was directly on target, a red bull’s eye centered between Andi’s thin fingers. It hurt when the helmet breeched him. It wasn’t as bad as either of them expected. With one good push, Darth’s wedge-shaped head disappeared completely inside him, his anus like a rubber band stretched painfully thin behind the rim. Instead of screaming in agony like he would’ve a day earlier, he breathed in quick gasps, his narrow pelvis jerking, then wriggling as he tried to get away from it. However, she held it in place and rubbed his back, to soothe as much as keep him still.

“It hurts, Mom.”

“I know Sweetie. I always use my pink one for an hour before I go on a date with Gary, and it’s still a tight fit,” she added quietly.

“He really does it in your ass, Mom?” muttered an unsuspecting Andi.

“Almost every time we’re together.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?”

“He pretends you’re a boy,” Andi sniffled, not sure if he should relax or push back. Either way worked to get his purple Bunny inside him. Darth was enormous.

“Not every man who enjoys a rear entry wants to do it with boys.”

“What about Gary?”

“He’s into cute little skater-boys.”

“So he pretends you’re me?”

“I’d take bets on it. He was very excited when I told him we’d be in DC next weekend. Relax, Honey,” she soothed, caressing his trembling bottom.

“You think Bunny can stretch me enough for him?”

“It’s nowhere near big enough.”

“Why don’t you use Darth?”

“It’s meant for a boy’s butt, Sweetie.”

“So?”

“It’s more of a plug than a dildo. Reed said it will make you bigger inside. That’s the next thing we need to do,” she went on. “It doesn’t hurt too much, does it?”

“I’ll live.”

“Try to let it in, Honey.”

“I am trying!”

“You’re still way too tight. It needs to go in easier or you’ll have a miserable weekend with Gary.”

Andi nodded, gritting his teeth as he strained from within. He thought he felt a little bit more go in. Everything was stretched so tight he couldn’t be sure.

“Gary’s going to love doing your ass, but not if you’re screaming.”

“What if I’m screaming ‘more’?”

“If you want ‘more’, you’d better start pushing out,” she snickered, stroking his bottom as she increased the pressure.

“I am pushing out.”

“You’ve got to make your hole bigger.”

“I’m trying, okay.”

“You know what Reed told me? Men like their boys small outside and big inside.”

“They better like ‘big’ a lot after this,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

He tried as hard as he could, relaxing his anus before he pushed out again. It took a lot of concentration, especially when it felt as if a big wedge was splitting his buttocks apart, a really big wedge. It went in a little farther and stopped.

“Can we finish it later?” he gasped.

She pressed on, carefully working the dildo deeper. “We’ve only got a week to stretch you.”

“Do we have to do it all at once?”

She smiled. “After you’ve loosened up, you won’t mind as much.”

“Huh?”

She checked the time on her Ladies Omega, 65 minutes until the cleaners arrived.

“Your body won’t fight it. Try to relax, Boychik.”

“I want it inside me; it’s my butt that has other ideas.”

“It just takes time, that’s all. You’ll want his cock in your boy-pussy all night once you enjoy it.”

“I’m there, Mom!”

“You’re off to a good start. It’ll take lots of practice before that happens.”

She pushed and twisted it from side to side, getting it in nearly another inch before it wouldn’t go any deeper. For a while, Andi thought his anus might tear. Even as his bottom seemed to be splitting apart, Anal-Ese worked its numbing magic. To take his mind off it, he held on to his pillow, pretending the thing skewering his bottom was the cock in his favorite photo, pushing in, completely filling him, really fucking him….

“It would be cool if Gary’s cock was the one in my photo,” he muttered.

“Gary’s way bigger,” she snickered.

“How big?”

“If I had to guess, about eight inches.”

“Eight’s humongous!”

“Don’t sweat it, Sweetie. After a week with Darth in your ass, it’ll feel great when he does you.”

“Great, Mom?”

“After a couple of times, a big one is all you’ll want.”

Andi giggled at the idea. “Just as long as he’s not as hairy as Jacob.”

“He’s not,” she replied, amused that they liked the same things.

“What if Jacob shaved down there, Mom?”

“He’d be like the man in your photo, wouldn’t he? Try to relax, Sweetie,” she added, never letting up on the pressure. “We need to get it right up inside you and leave it there for a while.”

She patted his bottom with her other hand, lingering to caress the small round cheeks, parting them to see just how much had entered her son. It was stuck at the widest part, a black thick stake forcing his anus wide open. She tried to move the plug back a fraction of an inch. He grunted and chewed on his fist. The slightest movement felt like she was forcing it deeper. He glared over his shoulder. Her hand gripped the base, not moving but keeping it buried inside him.

“B-b-burns.” It hurt enough to make his eyes water.

“I know, Sweetie. It means you’re stretching. You’ll have so much fun with Gary next Friday that it’ll be worth it.”

He was certain that having sex with Jacob hadn’t hurt half as much. For a whole minute, he tried hard not to cry. It felt awful, even though he was used to the dildos. Then, something changed. All of a sudden, he realized being stretched wasn’t so bad. If ‘huge’ had a feeling, this was it. Darth was so big that his body was molded around it, completely taken over by it. He had no choice but to conform. Worse, he wanted to surrender to it. Maybe if he relaxed enough it would become part of him. With Jacob, he’d as if he was physically part of the man’s cock, nothing like this.

“This is what being fucked is about,” she said gently.

“Having a sore ass for a week?” he sniffed.

He kept his head down, a part of him already accepting that he needed the big black plug inside him more than he’d ever needed anything else.

“The sooner your butt is broken in the better,” she soothed.

He breathed deeply and waited, expecting another sharp stab of pain. He could feel himself shaking. He blinked away tears and breathed deeply again. He knew he wouldn’t be happy until it slid back and forth.

“We’ll stretch you so it’s nice and big, and then your men friends will keep it that way.”

“I hope so. I don’t want to do this again.”

“You won’t. You’re a beautiful boy with a gorgeous body. You could probably have a dozen regulars, Sweetie, but we’ll keep you to three or four. That way you won’t have a problem explaining them to your friends.”

“What if they get jealous of one another?”

“It won’t be a problem if you’re careful and watch what you say. You’re lucky you’re so young.”

“Because I haven’t started puberty?”

“A boy only has a few years while he’s desirable,” she said.

“Um, it feels looser now, Mom.”

“You’re stretching, that’s why.”

“It better be really loose after this.”

“You will be.”” She prodded gently. “Ready for some more?”

“Not yet… it feels really sore back there…”

With her other hand, she checked out the condoms, one of them containing as much semen as the others combined. The condom draped over the champagne bottle looked as if Jacob had ejaculated only a few milky drops. She picked it up and showed Andi how to tie a knot in it.

“I do this with Gary as soon as I take it off. He’s a fountain,” she laughed.

Andi had seen hundreds of cum-shots on the internet, man-spunk drooling like cream out of a freshly fucked ass, pearly globs like egg white splattered on groins, bellies, and chests.

“He shoots more than Jacob, huh?”

“Honey. I’ve never seen a man cum so much.”

He’d never forget feeling Jacob’s cock expand inside him, jerking erratically. He was sure semen was being pumped through his anus. It was a nice feeling, what there was of it. A few little jolts, the sensation of something squirting, slightly more heat where they were joined, that was all. It would’ve been nicer if there wasn’t latex in the way.

“Do you like it, Mom, when it goes in you?”

“It’s what men do, Honey. Did you like that part of it?”

Andi giggled. “It’s nice. It was funny… not so macho as I thought it would be.”

Every time it happened, he’d felt as if Jacob would always be part of him. For some reason, seeing Jacob’s warm white fluid in the nippled end of the condom made him laugh.

“It was hot seeing Jacob shoot inside you.”

“It proves I’m queer, huh?”

She smiled oddly. “How’s Darth doing?”

“I’m like extra full… he’s a whole lot bigger than Jake.”

“Get used to it. Most men are bigger than him,” she teased. She leaned closer. “Pretend I’m Reed, Sweetie,” she whispered, gently tugging the plug back an inch or so.

“Ooooooh!”

“You want me inside you, don’t you Andi?” she asked softly, slowly pressing it back again.

“Yessss.”

“I love my little skater boy.” She sounded gay, even though Reed didn’t most of the time.

“I love you too, Reed,” Andi cooed. He had gooseflesh all over.

In moments, blood filled his penis. He had to rub it against the pillow under his pelvis. Almost instantly, he needed more of it inside him. His mother saw his buttocks rise up and immediately shoved the plug deeper.

“Fuck!”

He rammed his fist in his mouth, more shock than agony. It was all he could do to not scream ‘stop’ as he realized just how much bigger Darth was compared to other dildos.

“My sexy boy needs to relax.”

She didn’t stop pushing. Seeing his crack speared by black shiny plastic mesmerized her. It inverted Andi’s anus as the widest part penetrated. His rubbery buttocks bulged out around it like little pink melons. Andi clutched at the sheet, fantasy shoved aside, his slender legs twitching about, not daring to whimper. Knowing she was doing the right thing, she kept on, forcing it farther and farther inside him.

“Mommm,” he groaned as it grew thicker.

When she finally stopped, her hand trembled. She swallowed, took a deep breath, and licked her lips, not believing it had been so easy. It was almost all the way in and hardly a complaint.

“Does it hurt, Sweetie?”

“Wine bottle,” he grimaced.

“I thought you’d be tighter. Jacob really gave you a workout.”

“Don’t move it!”

“Don’t be a wuss.”

Suddenly, Andi needed movement back there even though his anus felt like it was on fire. His sphincter kept knotting in obstinate spasms.

“Mom, could you wriggle it a little bit?”

“Feeling better?”

“Kind of. Don’t take him out.”

He didn’t understand why, but it sent tremors racing through him. He heard himself groan, unable to move, as if the slightest bit more would split him apart. Even worse would be taking it out.

“This is what a real man feels like, Sweetie,” she crooned, reassuringly stroking his little buttocks with her other hand.

“Jake’s tiny compared to this,” he murmured, trying hard not to whimper.

She smiled. “Small has advantages when it comes to teaching a boy about sex.”

Somehow, Andi managed to giggle. “You were right, Mom. He’s really fun to be with.”

“I know you like Reed more, but you couldn’t have done any better.”

Already the pain was going away. His anus stilled burned. He could deal with that. It was the constant cramping and the ache farther in that worried him now. So far, there’d never been any blood when he pulled out the dildos. It would be different this time. He was certain something inside him had ruptured. However, as surely as any boy who’d been plugged with a Samurai Junior, the painful spasms passed in a couple of minutes. Soon he felt full, not comfortably full like he’d been with Jacob at the end; really full, stretched to the limit.

“Your men friends will enjoy doing you. “

She twisted the plug and pressed it deeper, now well past Andi’s magic spot. He still trembled. It felt like it could hurt at any moment, yet he still wanted it deeper.

“My beautiful boy-chik is so sexy.”

Andi groaned loudly, mostly pretending.

She stroked his thigh. “I’m so proud of you. I want you to move your hips from side to side… that’s right…”

“Mom….”

“Just take deep breaths, Andi… relax…. Push out… Now, wobble your pelvis.”

“Hurts!”

“You’ll need to do this with Gary to get him inside you.”

“Mom….”Andi gasped.

“Gary likes to go deep, Sweetie.”

“It really hurts…”

“It’s just rearranging your insides.”

“It’s in too far!”

“No it’s not. It’s just pushing into your colon, that’s all. Reed said it wouldn’t damage you if we put it in slowly.”

“Well he’s wrong!”

“Better you get used to being deep-dicked now than find out from Gary firsthand. Okay, that’s enough for a while.”

She looked down; almost all of Darth’s thick shiny shaft was inside her son. His scrotum was so shriveled there was almost no sign of his balls, almost no sign that he was male. Most boys would have been wailing. Andi just trembled, breathing deeply. If she needed more proof, he actually squirmed to get comfortable.

“God, it’s big!”

“Your poor little butt will never be the same after this.”

“Tell me about it.”

The massive plug was right up inside him, the blunt head wedged into the far end of his rectum, displacing his lower intestine. It even felt like it was straightening him out—there was incredible pressure throughout his abdomen even when she wasn’t moving it. He couldn’t stop trembling.

“There’s a reason why gay boys like men with really big cocks,” she said very quietly. “Not the first time, of course.”

“They like being tortured?” Each word was an effort. It felt like his sex-hole was stretched impossibly wide.

“Is it really that bad?”

“It’s just so big,” Andi murmured.

“Maybe we should’ve waited a few years. Reed said he was 13 when he started using it.”

“To make himself bigger for his black boyfriends, huh?”

She laughed. “I don’t know what else he’d use it for.”

He gasped as she levered it back, more than halfway out. She paused for a moment, and then pressed the shaft towards his belly, jabbing quickly but not going deeper. Two inches inside him was right on top of his gland. The pressure was mindboggling, yet he tightened his sphincter around it, using his abdominal muscles the way a boy was supposed to.

In an instant, the pain increased in intensity and he shuddered, his immature prostate throbbing mightily. Luckily, he’d emptied his bladder when he fetched the plug, otherwise he’d have soaked the faux-zebra-skin cushions. As it was, he dribbled a tablespoon of pee. She’d ordered his waterproof cushions at a sex shop in the Village, more bolster than pillow, with extra-firm foam rubber, a plastic liner, and a washable synthetic-suede cover.

“M-m-mom… Stop….”

She eased it out, her son still trembling, stopping only when the head bulged against his sphincter.

“Did you come, Honey?”

“I don’t know… it happened so fast.”

“Poor thing; you had to be close.”

“I had to stop or I was going to explode.”

“Maybe next time.”

“Darth needs a warning label, Mom. ‘Do not use without adult supervision.’”

“Don’t be grumpy, Sweetie.”

“I’m not. It hurts!”

“If you want Gary to fuck you, we have to stretch you inside, not just your hole, Andi.”

“I know. It’s going to the bathroom I’m worried about.”

“Are you ready to put it in all the way?”

Andi nodded weakly. He felt her squeezing it into him again, squirming as it forced his buttocks apart, the pressure incredible, his anus burning.

“F-f-fuck…”

“You’re as ready as you’re going to be….”

She shoved it in before he could stop her. Momentarily panicking, he tried to pull away. She kept on. She forced it into him. She didn’t relent until it was properly seated, the flared end snug in her son’s crack. The other end was way up inside him, stretching him so much that it made him feel like he was going to burst. Not even Jacob’s cock did that.

“Mom, Mom, stop! Please!”

“It’s in, Andi,” she said, pressing her lips to his ear. “Just relax… Deep breaths. You’re okay.”

“Hurts… Mom, it hurts.”

“Just lie still and get used to it.”

“It feels like I’m about to explode.”

“Reed said it took him a while to get used to being plugged. I bet it’ll feel like the Bunny by tomorrow.”

“My ass feels huge.”

“It won’t hurt you to be bigger inside, Honey.”

Andi was still trembling when she stood up. Bright morning sunshine spilled onto the bed, her naked son looking anything but the image of innocence with his buttocks raised over the pillow. What looked like a black bathtub plug with an oversized ring forced his pale cheeks apart.

“I’ll be right back. I need to call Gary and tell him the good news.”

“The bad news is I might not survive.”

She smiled down at him. “A couple more times doing this, and you’ll be just fine.”

“It’s starting to feel better, Mom.”

“I’m sure you know what to do with it,” she teased.

He reached behind as soon as she left, nervously exploring his crack, touching the plastic rim buried tightly into his flesh. He gasped, not that it hurt all that much, because it didn’t. In fact, the burning had stopped. The ache deep in his abdomen faded until he barely noticed it. Now, it just felt big inside him, really, really big. He inhaled, and tried to tighten inside, squeezing down on the substantial shaft. Suddenly, it seemed like his thighs needed to be farther apart. His legs didn’t want to move by themselves. He forced them apart, and then, reaching behind, he inserted his first finger through the ring and tried to draw it back. It didn’t want to budge. If anything it went in even deeper, compressing into his buttocks. It felt like it was turning his anus inside out.

He lay very still, listening to his mother on the phone, droning on about this and that with an occasional laugh, hearing his name a few times. When he breathed, it felt like the plug grated along his spine. Spasms tormented him, hinting at incredible pleasure if he survived long enough. He had an awful feeling it might come out his belly if he moved, and yet he had to move it.

He gripped the ring and tugged, telling himself it was what men did to boys like him.

“Do it, Gary,” he whispered. A guilty moment later, he whispered, “Fuck me, please Reed.”

His body clung to it and wouldn’t let go. However, it moved slightly when he pushed out, so he tried doing that, using his abdominal muscles as he wriggled the end. It was way too tight to feel good. After a minute, Andi cautiously dismounted from the pillow and turned onto his side. There was a sharp pain in his lower belly whenever he moved, and an ache in his back, like he’d fallen down, which had happened a lot when he’d started skating.

He couldn’t remember seeing his penis so small, so shriveled that it almost disappeared inside him, his balls reduced to a few skin wrinkles. The sensation inside him was powering, demanding, incredibly manly. It felt as if he was getting bigger and bigger inside with every passing minute, as if his intestines were being rearranged.

“Okay Reed, time to finish what you started, Dude,” he muttered.

He tugged gently, getting out an inch before he needed it deeper. He reversed direction, clenching his teeth in advance. It didn’t hurt like before. Out again, a bit farther, quivering as two inches pulled past his prostate. He wobbled it from side to side, then up and down. Instantly, the pressure expanded. It made him shudder. He stopped, holding it in with a fingertip.

“Again…” The shaky voice surely wasn’t his.

He took a deep breath, pushing with his finger and lifting his pelvis as he squeezed from inside. The pressure was mindboggling.

“Not stopping this time…”

The next time he rocked his hips as he forced it deeper. Impossibly, the pressure intensified. It stole all of his strength in a couple of seconds. It was Reed’s hand guiding the oversized plug, his cock. It was big and shaved like the cock in his photo, how he always imagined Reed. He strained down from inside, increasing the pressure beyond his wildest imagination, gasping as the rhythm began. His pelvis jerked in opposition. He levered the shaft harder.

“Yessss.”

Ecstasy arrived like a train in the subway, blasting out of the tunnel to nowhere, roaring down the tracks, shaking everything on its path. He was going to orgasm any second despite the pain. This time, he clamped his thighs on his fist and squeezed his knees together. It helped. The pressure didn’t go away. It got stronger and it ached deep inside him. Jake was nothing like this. He took deep breaths as he tried to relax. Without any more warning than a clenching spasm through his bowels, everything changed—‘about to explode’ almost felt nice.

He groaned as it suddenly grew taut inside him, shuddering erratically as the spasms went into hyperdrive.

“Fuck me.”

Chapter 18. ‘Incredulous’

“Fuck me, indeed!”

Andi was still shaking as he glanced over his shoulder. “Mom…”

“Remember what I said about gutter-mouth kids?”

“Darth made me say it.”

“Gary’s going to love you,” she laughed. “Did you get one?”

She’d watched him from the doorway. His sexuality astounded her, writhing on the massive plug in his bottom, toes curled up, legs shaking as he bucked against it. Those few all-too-brief seconds of her son’s ecstasy left both of them awed.

“Almost. I’ve never been that close,” he muttered, a little worried that it still throbbed inside him, not flutters in his belly--he was used to them, more like gut-churning shudders.

“Next time for sure,” she said, coming closer. “Let’s see how your poor little hiney-hole is doing.”

Obediently, Andi lifted his upper leg.

“All the way in! I’m so proud of you, Honey.”

He smiled wantonly and lowered his leg before he carefully turned onto his belly. However, she sensed his shame and flipped him onto his back. Suddenly, she wanted him bared to the world, unable to hide from her or anyone else. Even his t-shirt was too much. She yanked it off, tossing it away before he knew what hit him.

“From now on, I want you undressed whenever we’re by ourselves. Being naked will be good practice for you.”

“Mom!”

“Sweetie, I want you to get used to not having any clothes on. You’re a beautiful boy with a gorgeous body so you shouldn’t be ashamed of being naked.”

“I’m not.”

“Good, because I’m going to ask Reed to photograph you in the nude from now on. There’s no faster way to stop being bashful about your body.”

“Mom, I’m not bashful, okay!”

“Being naked is natural, Honey. And now that you’re sexually active, I want you masturbating as often as you can, beginning right now.”

“Mom! Please! It’s too sore.”

She sat on the side of his bed and gave him her ‘we’re a team’ look.

He sighed. “Okay, what now?”

She began tickling his flank. “You’re so smooth it’s like touching a baby. From now on I want you to use my Night Magic. We’ll have to put you on a diet too, so you stay nice and slim. Keep you looking young for as long as we can.”

“Do I really have to use skin softener, Mom?”

“Don’t worry; you can wash off in the shower before you go to school so you won’t smell girly. We’ll have to go clothes shopping for you too, and not for skater stuff. Men want their boys to look sexy.”

“You said I’m a sexy when I skate.”

“You are, but those loose clothes you‘re always wearing don’t show off your body.”

“I not skating in tight clothes, Mom!”

”You’ll get used to it. You’re a boy lover’s boy now. Being sexy is what it’s about. Jacob said he couldn’t keep his hands off you. He said you let him do it in the car?”

“He played with Kolbász for a few seconds, that’s all. He wanted to do more, but I wouldn’t let him.”

She stroked his hip. “I think it’s time you tell me all about it.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Mom. I was clowning around showing off my tummy like you said I should, and I got a stiffie, and he wanted to see it, so I showed him. He rubbed it a bit. No big deal.”

“It might not be a big deal to you. He’ll never forget it. He said you had a cum as soon as he touched you.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“You should’ve lasted longer, Honey.”

“He was all over me, Mom.”

“I’m sure he was drooling.” She caressed his belly, tracing spirals on delicate pale skin, gliding from the start of his ribs down to his pubis. “A couple of seconds is nowhere near long enough, Sweetie.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“We need to get you a nice little diamond stud for your belly button,” she teased, poking a finger into him. “You came way too quickly when he was sucking you last night.”

“So?”

“Andi, men like Jacob get a kick out of seeing a boy orgasm, especially dry ones like yours.” She reached for his groin, cupping her hand over his genitals. “You’re gorgeous,” she purred. “Especially your penis. It’s perfect for a man who loves boys, except for one little problem.”

“What?”

“You need to last as long as possible when he plays with it.”

“I tried to hold back.”

“Don’t get petulant, Sweetie. Remember what Doctor Larson said about getting used to inner skin being more sensitive.”

“I am used to it.”

“Then, you need to practice putting it off.”

“Mom!”

“You have to be able to control your orgasms whether he masturbates or sucks you. I want my beautiful boy to last as long his man-friend does. Timing is everything. It takes practice to get it right.”

“Now?”

“Well, you can’t do it while the cleaners are here, can you?” She took his hand and pulled playfully, relocating his hand to his penis. “Come on, Sweetie. You know you want to.”

He resisted for a few seconds. “I need to get my photo.”

He clambered off the bed, somewhat surprised that the plug didn’t slide out like the others. He waddled over to his desk as if his knees were a foot apart. He retrieved the photo from his desk drawer, picked up his laptop in case he needed additional inspiration, and shuffled back to the bed.

“You’re supposed to sit on it, Honey,” she said when he started to lie down.

“I’m not sure I can,” he said, gingerly feeling between his buttocks.

The plug rim merged into his cheeks, so secure that he could skate and it wouldn’t come out.

“Sitting down is how it works.”

“I might as well be sitting on a fire hydrant,” Andi grimaced as he cautiously eased down onto his bed. “Owwww.”

“Poor Kolbász; he’s so tiny. Does it hurt?”

“It feels like Darth’s in my belly.” He wiped his brow, shifting uncomfortably. “I can’t do it, Mom.”

She knelt behind him, massaging his slim shoulders, fondling his silky hair. “It’s all the way up, so it’s straightening out your bowels, Andi. Sit still for a while and it’ll go away,” she said soothingly.

She rearranged his legs so he had to sit properly.

“You’re making it go in too far,” he whined.

“A little discomfort won’t hurt you.”

“You want it in your ass for a while?”

She chuckled and leaned to kiss his neck. It was hard to find a spot that didn’t have hickeys. Too soon, he eased away.

“It’s really starting to hurt.”

“Okay, that’s enough sitting for now. We’ll get you used to it a little bit at a time.” She hugged him. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Me too.”

“Why don’t you lie back and look at your picture until you feel in the mood?” She tugged on his hand.

“Mom!” he whined.

“It’ll be worth it next weekend, Sweetie.“

He sighed, lifting his legs and cautiously stretching out, the photo propped on the pillow beside him. She didn’t let go of his hand until he took hold of his penis.

“Go for it, Boychik.”

“I need to get Kolbász hard first,” he explained.

“He’s cute when he’s all shriveled up,” she admired, lovingly fondling his gonads. “You have nice little balls now they’re tighter.”

“Jacob liked them okay.”

Andi watched her hand, her fingers fondling the delicate skin of his scrotum. He missed playing with the loose fold that used to be there; however, it looked cool having a taut tiny knob underneath.

“It’s hard to imagine these little guys will turn you into a man one day,” she mused.

She separated the right testicle, pinching the skin around it with her thumb and middle finger, her first finger squeezing lightly. Then, she did it to the left one. She rubbed both together, pressing until he squirmed.

“You do Kolbász, Andi.”

With his hand bumping hers, he teased his penis until it began to swell, absently licking his lips. Every time he glanced sideways, he merged the photo with a fantasy of Reed, darkly-tanned and lying beside him.

“Oh my!” She laughed, giving his balls a loving squeeze. “Kolbász got big fast, even for you.”

Andi glanced down, his reddened sex organ now poking straight up. “He always does that when I look at the photo.”

“Let’s put some baby oil on him,” she suggested, already unscrewing the cap.

Andi rolled his eyes. In good humor. He held out his hand. She squirted baby oil on his palm, and drizzled some on his crotch so he could smear it over his erection.

“Once you hit puberty, you’ll have a dangerous weapon,” she teased, adding a mischievous flick with her finger. “Balls too, Honey. We want all of the important stuff to feel good.”

He giggled and started to stroke his short slippery shaft, fingering his oily balls with his other hand. She lay down beside him, sharing his pillow so she could see over his chest, fascinated as his hand slid up and down. She loved to see him masturbate—he did it in front of her every Sunday. He rubbed rhythmically, slow and steady, licking his lips as if he could still taste Jacob’s tongue.

“Move your hips too, Honey. You need to get used to it moving around inside you.”

Andi squirmed next to her, trying to go up and down. It was all he could do to breathe, his hips twitching, his fist jerking involuntarily.

“Are you close?”

“Nearly there.”

“I want you right on the edge for as long as you can.” She held the photo so he could see it. “Imagine if this cock was inside you instead of Darth.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Andi giggled crazily, rubbing furiously.

The plug stuffed in his ass was almost forgotten. The faster he jerked up and down, the better it was. Soon, his erection throbbed. The sturdy little shaft was scarlet red and shiny with oil. The tip was purple and so swollen it looked painful. His feet curled up, scrunching his toes as his fingers fluttered frantically. He took shallow, quick breaths, eyes nearly closed, teeth clenched as he strained down.

“Hold it back,” she ordered, trying hard to stay in control. “Stop if you need to.”

“Trying.”

“Slow down… Squeeze the blood out if you have to. Now, speed up…. You’re getting too close.”

“Mom, I can tell, okay?”

After a few minutes, he stopped abruptly and looked up at her.

“Nearly, Mom. I only just put it off,” he gasped, lightly stroking the now tender organ.

His penis throbbed, tingling on the end. His balls were like a wrinkled walnut, minus the shell.

“I saw. I’m glad you kept going. You’re so sexy when you masturbate. Of course, it doesn’t compare with what I saw last night,” she teased.

“It was hot, huh, watching Jake do me?”

She tousled his head. “I had a cum when you did horsey with Jacob.”

“I wondered if you did.” He fingered his penis, squishing the head so the tiny slit opened up.

“Kolbász looks wet on the end, Honey.”

“It’s just baby oil, Mom. Nothing slimy, see.” He touched his finger tip to the end and lifted it away. “Jake said I won’t make pre-cum until my balls are bigger.”

“Well, a man would know. Personally, I hope it never happens. You’re perfect just the way you are, Sweetie.” She smiled. “You can’t stay young forever, but the longer the better.”

“What if a boy could take a pill to stop growing up? Would you want me to take them?””

“If you wanted to, I wouldn’t stop you. Aren’t you supposed to be masturbating?”

“Can you rub it for a while?”

She laughed and flipped at his slick, stubby, still-hard, penis. “It’s not Sunday. You know the rule.”

“It feels better when you do it.”

She heaved a sigh. “Boys!”

“Pleasssse? Just this one time. My arm’s ready to fall off…”

“You’re supposed to do it yourself. Okay, but let’s go to one of your websites, Sweetie.”

With a mocking moan, Andi opened his laptop. “I found this one in Germany. It’s good; there’s some really hot shit if you know where to look.”

He glanced sideways to gauge her reaction. She smiled and caressed his greasy boy-dick, burning hot with its delicate skin stretched taut, the little plum-colored knob more bloated than ever.

Andi groaned softly, playing it safe by clicking the mouse to advance through nude photos of body builders in leather codpieces. He’d discovered the hardcore area a week earlier; however, he wasn’t ready to show her that.

“So tell me all about you and Jake?”

He grinned back at her, enjoying his slow-down time. “I showed him Kolbász when we got to the restaurant.”

“Did he like it?”

“Uh huh. It was just for a second in the bathroom. He really wanted to touch it. I wouldn’t let him in case someone came in.”

She couldn’t help smiling as she traced the firm muscles of his abdomen, tickling his little belly button on the way to his dick. He had a beautiful body. On the way back, she toyed with his big, puffy nipples.

“What’s funny?”

Chapter 19. ‘Work of art.’

“Funny, Honey? You are, of course. You’re always funny.” She smiled, thinking thoughts best left unspoken. “You’re a hot little boy, you know that, don’t you?”

Incredibly, she expected him to nod, and he did.

Silently, she moved his laptop aside and lifted her leg. She draped it over his right thigh, keeping him in place the same way she did every Sunday. She caressed his chest, toying with his nipples the way he liked. Soon, her hand moved lower, massaging his lumpy scrotum, playing with tiny boy-eggs. A little lower and her fingers closed around Darth’s ring. She wriggled the plug and Andi wriggled with it, as if boy and sex-toy were welded together.

She shifted closer, not caring that her dressing gown opened in front. Andi looked at her crotch. Compared to a man’s cock, it was boring. Still, he knew what she expected of him. He reached over and traced her cleft with a fingertip, tickling momentarily at the wrinkled folds, avoiding the hole in the center. It was definitely fishy-smelling, nothing like Jacob’s manly scent.

“Mommy’s hot little boy knows what to do,” she whispered.

Andi probed the lush heat, awkwardly feeling for her entrance. So moist and loose, it wasn’t surprising that the tip of his first finger slipped inside, his thumb expertly stroking her clitoris. Sighing, she went back to stroking his lean flat belly, fingering the same little belly button that Jacob had raved about. He was right; Andi was a ‘work of art.’

“You’re so smooth and sexy. It’s a pity you can’t always be this way.”

“Mom, what you said about men not wanting me as much when I start making cum, is it true?”

“Honey, you’re so good-looking you’ll always be desirable; just not to men like Jacob. Anyway, it isn’t the cum as much as other things.”

She relocated his hand to her breasts. Obediently, Andi caressed the pert mounds, stroking her nipples the way he’d been trained.

Her hand drifted from his belly, her fingertips tickling, gliding over the supple flesh of his pubis. “If you’re lucky you won’t have any hair here for a long, long while.”

“I’ll get hair eventually, Mom.”

“You can shave it off, or you can have electrolysis. You’ll look younger without hair, and sexier.”

She opened the front of her dressing gown to show him, even though he often watched her use her little gold razor to carefully scrape every part of her body. Sometimes, she let him apply the moisturizer, rubbing it in until her arms and legs felt as soft and smooth as his. Even her pussy was bare, never more than a few strands of fluff—she’d had electrolysis when Andi was four. Sometimes, she let him shave it, just for fun.

“Mom?” he said very quietly.

“If you want to, Sweetie.”

He didn’t ‘want to.’ It was habit that made him reach out and touch her again. The tips of his fingers gently caressed her smooth hairless mound, his middle finger now pressing into her cleft. She was already oozing, her clitoris hot and swollen. He could tell she was excited. It was firm, not unyielding like his penis. She inhaled as he prodded the fleshy folds on either side, his finger stroking her nub, getting it slippery before he dipped the tip in her hole.

“That’s nice,” she cooed.

He smiled shyly. His finger tickled her labia, stroking back and forth, just a matter of time before he poked it all the way inside her.

“You’re so perfect… you know how to do it just right,” she sighed as his finger slowly went in.

She rubbed his stiff oily cock the way he liked, mostly squeezing near the glans, the skin so tight there was no movement underneath. He breathed deeply when her fingers glided up and down his erection. When he tensed, she went back to tweaking the head, a fingernail scratching his abnormal piss-slit, fingers cupping his balls, everything directed to making him tremble.

“Legs, Andi.”

He moved his thighs farther apart to give her more access. Two fingers captured his balls, squeezing like pliers. He inhaled sharply, watching as her other hand rubbed expertly.

“Go in,” she instructed.

He almost said ‘do I have to.’ Instead, he wriggled his finger. It wasn’t tight and firm like his sphincter, so it was easy to push in. He went in and out a few times before twisting his wrist. He probed deeper into her vagina, so deep that his knuckles rubbed her labia when he stopped. After that, his hand didn’t move.

“Don’t stop, Sweetie.”

He gave a few half-hearted jabs. Her slimy warmth was nothing like the moist heat of his rectum.

“How about we give our pussies a work out?”

“If you want.”

“You do mine and I’ll take care of your cute little ass.”

She was the same with clients who needed mothering to get them aroused. She wedged her left hand under his buttocks, tugging on the plug as much as she dared.

“Does it still hurt, Honey?”

“A bit. Mostly, it feels really big.” His finger was buried in his mother’s vagina, hot and itchy.

“You want me to move it around?”

“Not very much ‘cause it feels really tight.”

She kept squeezing on his finger like he did when she fingered his ass. It smelled yucky, worse than fishy. He was uncomfortable enough that he pulled his finger out and wiped it on the sheet.

“Do my pussy some more, Honey.”

“Later, okay. It’s hard to concentrate.”

“Tell me when you’re about to orgasm, Sweetie.”

“You don’t want my cum on you, huh?” Andi giggled.

“Hopefully, this will be shooting blanks for years and years,” she teased, tugging on his short rigid sex. His spermless balls were barely discernible.

She rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her, nudging his knees together so his thighs lay inside hers. She caressed his buttocks, clasping his cheeks to lift him higher until his little cock was poised at her entrance. Gently, she rocked the massive plug back and forth inside him, her other hand guiding his glans along her slit, the tiny red knob just brushing her overheated nub.

After a few clumsy thrusts, he wriggled back.

“You don’t want inside?”

“Do I have to?”

“You used to like playing with pussy.”

“I was six, Mom.”

She pulled him against her, one hand pressing his face between her tits, her other hand covering his butt, one finger inserted through the ring in the end, being careful because it was so far inside him. Something had changed in the last minute or so. It struck her that her son’s anus was no longer tight. She wobbled the big dildo sideways and up and down, making him gasp. She pumped it in and out until he shuddered—not from an orgasm—it was way too soon.

“I’m going to put it right up you,” she said softly.

Andi held his breath and relaxed. He could feel it stretching his rectum, getting bigger and bigger.

“Remember what I said about getting the last little bit in, Sweetie?”

“Don’t force it in…”

“If it’s not hurting, sort of rock your hips and push down…”

“… so it goes ‘round the bend,” he finished.

“Most men want to go deep. You need the practice.”

“The things I’ve got do to have sex. Gary better be worth it!”

She chuckled and pressed firmly as Andi twisted his pelvis and gasped. After a moment, she tapped his bare bottom and eased the plug out.

“Wow!” He looked dazed.

“I guess that means you liked it.”

“It was… nice.”

“Pussy feels nice too, especially now you’re circumcised,” she teased when he settled down.

“Mom! I like men, okay?”

“It’s a pity I’m not your father. You and I could have a lot of fun together.”

“So you’d fuck your own son?” Andi giggled, not even a bit ashamed as he wriggled naked against her.

She laughed and playfully slapped his bare behind. “I’d be in your beautiful little butt all the time.” It was as good a time as any. “Sweetie, remember when I said Gary was bi?”

“Yeah.”

“The thing is, Andi, he wants to sleep with both of us in DC.”

“So we’ll be with him at the same time?” he asked, uncertain about her emphasis on ‘both of us.’

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not as if I didn’t see you with Jacob.“ She took a deep breath. “Gary wants to have sex with both of us, Andi.”

“So we’ll both be in bed with him?”

He’d watched other men fuck his mother. Only from the bedroom door, never up close. It was like watching animals at the zoo, the men grunting and plunging wildly inside her as she clawed their backs. Even in candlelight, it wasn’t romantic.

“Unless you want to sleep on the floor.”

He wasn’t sure how he felt about sharing Gary like that, just as he wasn’t sure about his mother lifting him higher, positioning his penis between her labia. This time, his swollen glans bulged into her moist heat before he could pull away.

“I just want to know what my beautiful sexy boy feels like now he’s turned ten,” she cooed.

“The same as before. Only a little bit bigger.”

Andi’s penis hadn’t grown much since he turned five, no more than a half an inch longer. When she’d measured it on his birthday it was 2-1/4 inches, barely big enough to make a dent in a girl’s virginity.

“Go on; push in. You know what Mommy wants, Andi,” she purred.

His cock slipped easily inside her. It didn’t go very far before his hairless pubis was tight against her mound. She held him there the same way she’d done when he was six, baking his stubby erection in her vaginal juices.

“Let’s start without this,” she said.

Darth Vader was about halfway inside him when she deftly extricated the thick plastic shaft. It left him feeling empty. Her hands returned, stroking his little buttocks, fingers tugging at his cheeks. He wriggled against her as she used her pussy to stimulate him. When that failed to deliver the appropriate response, she inserted two fingers into his anus, both hands massaging his little round buttocks and waiting for instinct to take over, for his narrow hips to start pumping.

“Gary will want to watch us fuck,” she said softly.

“It felt nicer before you took it out,” he murmured.

“I’m not surprised you need something in your ass now you’ve been with Jake.”

“It feels empty, Mom.”

“Now you’re gay, you always need a man’s cock inside you,” she crooned.

He shivered, not sure about anything anymore. “Mom, please…”

He felt her place the imitation cock between his buttocks, getting hot all over when it pushed through his anus again, trembling as it expanded inside him.

“Mmmahhhh…. Nicer now… It’s weird. I never thought I’d want Darth back again.”

He looked up at her face, seeing love and lust mixed together.

“I’m so glad my beautiful gay boy can still love his mommy,” she said.

She hugged him tightly when he finally started to thrust. His penis kept coming out, jabbing into her mons. Each time, she helped him to reinsert his hot little boy-cock into her vagina. If she was lucky, there were a half dozen jerks before it escaped again. The problem wasn’t just that his cock was so small. He had the same problem that her older clients had before Viagra came along. Finally, she spread her thighs wide and held his hips so he couldn’t move as far.

“Your pussy’s so wet, Mom.”

“I don’t need KY like your hiney does,” she teased.

“You’re excited huh?” he teased back, wiggling his less-than erect boy-cock inside her.

She pumped the dildo a few times, making him groan. “Who’s excited?”

He smirked up at her. “You are.”

“Maybe you turn me on, even if you have a tiny little dick.”

“At least I’ve got a dick,” Andi teased back.

“The best part is we don’t need to put a condom on you, not with your tiny balls.” She rubbed between his thighs. “You can go deeper, you know.”

He giggled and pushed in as far as he could go, forcing his hairless pubis into his mother’s fleshy mound.

“Kolbász feels so nice,” she murmured.

She planted a kiss on his forehead, running her hands through his hair until he looked scruffy. She kissed him on his luscious red lips, tonguing his teeth until he let her inside.

“We need to make him hard again,” she whispered when he faded from less-than-erect to floppy.

“I can’t help it, Mom.”

“I think Darth’s distracting you.” She carefully pulled out the plug. Only the head offered any resistance. It popped past the rim of Andi’s anus. “How easy was that.”

Andi just shrugged, clear indication that he wasn’t interested in pussy.

“What’s it feel like with Jacob’s cock in your ass, Honey?”

“Awesome.”

“That’s how I want to feel.”

“I can get him stiff if I rub him, Mom.”

“Let’s leave him inside while you try thinking about your photo, Honey.”

She propped the photo on the pillow where he could see it and used her vaginal muscles to knead his cock. Andi was having none of it until her finger pressed into his ass. He stubbornly surrendered, closing his eyes so he could pretend her pussy was really a slippery hot ass. It was his first time imitating a top. His cock stiffened quickly as he wondered what it would feel like between another boy’s buttocks.

She felt between them, stroking his slippery shaft as it slid in and out. He fucked like a horny little jackrabbit, his little testicles tucked behind, not slapping her thighs like her usual lovers. When he tired, he rocked against her, still digging his stumpy dick into her vagina. It was nowhere near deep enough—a ten-year-old boy definitely had limitations. After it slipped out for the twentieth time, she conceded defeat.

She got it hard again by tormenting the exposed head with her fingernails, with Andi pretending it was Reed doing it. She placed the fat little glans at the start of her cleft. It was the perfect size to rub her clitoris.

“Just wriggle your hips. Andi….”

Andi swiveled against her. It felt like she had a penis too, even smaller than his.

“Your knob feels so nice,” she moaned, rubbing fingers through his disheveled hair, tickling his ear. “I glad we got all that silly skin cut off.”

It was hot, and incredibly sexy, his 2-1/4 inch boy-cock sliding along her oozing fissure, his glans swollen up like a little cherry, playing tag with her sensitive nubbin.

“Mom, put Darth back in.”

She worked the big black plug into his rectum. He groaned in utter disbelief as his body expanded around it. He dared not move, full to the point of exploding. It stopped on his special spot, hard and unrelenting.

“Mom…. I’m going to…. cum…”

However, she already knew. He’d stopped moving, too caught up in the rush of sensations. Her hand moved expertly, fucking him furiously, forcing his tiny erection into her clitoris, going faster and harder until his body tensed. His thigh muscles, abdominal muscles, every muscle inside him strained, shoving Darth through his rectum, driving his little flesh spike against her as hard as he could.

“M-mom….”

She went even faster, now pumping the plug inside him. He arched up without warning, grunted and shuddered against her, his tiny testicles aching as he tried to ejaculate. His little cock pulsed emptily, bumping her clitoris with each dry spasm. And then the impossible happened. Andi peed, squirting a scalding stream from his frantically throbbing penis, soaking her pussy and the sheet underneath.

“You earned that one,” she sighed after she slowed down, back to stroking his buttocks again.

If she wasn’t going to mention it, neither was he. “Kolbász is like totally soft now, Mom.”

“Don’t worry…. The important thing is you’re stretching nicely,” she said, playfully bumping Darth’s ring.

Andi squirmed, instinctively pushing back against the still-embedded plug. “He’s still so big.”

“It’s probably why you wet the bed,” she teased.

“I couldn’t help it, Mom.”

“Accidents happen, Sweetie. It’s all good. I’m so proud of you.”

Still hugging his hot naked body, she rolled him onto his side. She smothered his mouth with hers, tonguing him for almost a minute before she stood up.

“How about I bring you breakfast in bed while you watch TV?”

Andi cautiously felt between his buttocks. “What about Darth?”

“We’ll still leave him in your ass a while longer. Reed said the longer it’s in you the better.”

“It’s pretty sore, Mom.”

“That’s because my sexy boy is all stretched out. I bet you’re almost big enough to have Gary inside you.” She started towards the door.

“I’ll see him fucking you, won’t I?” Andi murmured.

“Mmmhmm.”

“What you said… he’ll want to watch us… me fucking you.”

She turned. “Don’t worry; he’ll mostly be in your ass.”

“We better practice some more, huh?”

She laughed. “We’ll do it again before dinner. Practice makes perfect.”

Chapter 20. ‘Perfect’

“Practice makes perfect,” Andi declared, straddling the couch like a cowboy.

Reed looked up from his camera. Sometime over the last week or so, his frisky model had turned into a little gay stud. In an instant, he was too distracted to insert the memory card.

“Pardon?’

“I said practice makes perfect.” Andi giggled, suddenly self-conscious.

He felt silly, sitting on their grey leather couch with his shorts pushed up his thighs. It also made him feel funny. He had gooseflesh all over. The last time Reed took photos he’d been embarrassed with an erection poking into his shorts. Now, being aroused was both torture and fun.

When Reed wasn’t looking, he plucked at the front of his shorts. His fingers touched the tip of his penis through two layers of cloth. He should’ve been used to having the delicate little bulb exposed, yet it sent a shiver through him. His hand lingered, squishing his swelling hardness as he began bouncing up and down on the couch.

“What’s up with you tonight?” Reed asked.

Andi snatched back his hand. “Nothing.”

He was wearing clothes to seduce, a flimsy white tee-shirt so tight that Reed could see nipples, and soft cotton shorts that accentuated his butt and what was in front. He stretched his arms over his head, lifting his shirt several inches past his navel.

“You look like you’re ready to pose nude.”

Andi shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ll strip if you want.”

“Maybe later, if I don’t find someone else,” Reed laughed, telling himself that after a few thousand photographs, he should be used to having a half-naked boy pose for him.

Andi met his gaze, playing eye games until Reed looked away. Bouncing turned into rocking on the armrest of the couch, a horse-riding motion that showed off the muscles in his thighs. With his eyes dreamily closed, he looked like he was having sex, and enjoying it.

Reed stared in mute disbelief. Andi was lithe and erotic, and gorgeous. A hot flush raced through him. He quickly turned back to the task at hand, finding a memory card that wasn’t used up.

“If you lend me your belt, I could be a cowboy in Brokeback,” Andi announced from the saddle.

“I could, but my jeans would fall down.”

Andi snorted derision. “That shop in the Village sells astrological stuff, or did you buy it from some cowboy porn store online?”

“I’ve had if since I was a bit older than you.”

“That Uranus buckle is huge, Dude. I bet you scratch Walter with it.” Andi added a rude up-down motion.

Reed gulped and fiddled with his camera, wishing his face would cool down.

“I’m practicing my pelvic thrusting. Ass sex is better if the bottom does it too.”

“You would know that how?” Reed muttered, entranced by long lean thighs.

There was no hair on Andi’s legs. He was so smooth he looked like his mom had shaved him.

Andi smirked back. “It goes in deeper if you push back.”

“Since when did you start acting queer?”

“I might as well.” Reed’s head snapped up. Andi smirked right at him, now openly flirting. “I’m a B-minus at acting straight.”

The lilt in his voice made Reed even more distracted. He managed to nod and closed the memory compartment. “You ready to go to work, Cowboy?”

“I’m always ready,” Andi replied, doing his best to look coy.

Reed raised his camera and pressed the shutter. A spontaneous shot, unfeigned boy fun that turned into a mocking smirk as Andi dismounted from the gray leather couch.

“Got all your homework done?” Reed said, because he had to say something.

Andi wandered over to the table to get his laptop. “I’ve still got to write a one-page essay on how rich nations contribute to global climate change; no big deal.” He turned toward his bedroom door. “You want to see what Walter did to my room?”

Not reluctantly, Reed shouldered his heavy camera bag and followed. He’d heard all about the Jungle Boy boudoir. “This is cool.”

“I didn’t like it that much at first. I’m used to it now.” Andi left out that it was scary in the dark. He put his open laptop on his desk. “Now what?”

“Assume the position,” Reed said, giving the slender youngster a playful push to get him started.

“Which position? There’s missionary, and doggy, and lotus, and…”

Reed laughed. “The I’m-posing-for-Reed-in-my-bathroom position.”

Andi smirked and ambled into his glitterati bathroom. With all the lights on, it was so bright that Reed wouldn’t need extra equipment.

“How do you want me?”

“Profiles to start off. In front of the mirror so your face is reflected.”

Andi switched off the halogen spotlights around the shower. “You want backlighting, right?”

“Awesome. Try to look natural.”

“Natural, natural, natural.” Andi made a face before he posed side-on, head tilted, mouth opening and closing as if talking to himself in the mirror.

“That’s natural?” Reed snapped even as he pressed the shutter. He couldn’t help noticing Andi’s erection poked out the front of his shorts.

Andi switched to a more serious frown, following up with an eye-roll and a bored yawn. He waited for the click before dropping his jaw.

“Behave yourself. It isn’t that hard.”

“Mine is.” Andi exchanged his smile for a smirk.

Reed caught himself a moment too late. There was no getting past the obvious bulge. For the next photo, he focused on it, certain it bounced when he captured it on the memory card. When he glanced up again, Andi was still smirking, eyes fluttering in a juvenile parody of passion.

“Stop pretending and act normal!”

Increasingly confident, Andi responded with a mock kiss. “Who’s pretending? You want normal. I’m a ten-year-old fag,” he said, preteen falsetto larger-than-life.

“Everyone in the building knows you’re queer. There’s no reason to act weird about it.”

“Are you afraid I’ll turn you on?” Andi shot back. He put on his serious face with a voice to match. “Personally, I think you’re sexually frustrated.”

“Try to look like you’re intelligent, not just a pretty face.”

“Sounds like someone misses his black boyfriend.” Andi sounded exactly like Kermit the Frog. Everyone in the building knew Walter liked chocolate chip cookies.

Reed pursued payback. “It’s not just me who likes black guys. I saw you flirting with Carter in Benny’s.”

Benny’s was the ice-cream store around the corner. Their $10 double-mixed waffle cone was to die for.

“Grow up, Reed. We talked about what school I go, stuff like that. He didn’t believe I got into Weiner because Mom knows some guy on the Board.”

“That’s it?”

“He wanted to know where I go skating, good places to hang out, if I had a girlfriend, total dumb shit,” Andi said smugly. “Are you jealous?”

”Benny’s ice-cream isn’t that great.”

“He bought ne a waffle cone with double chocolate and extra sprinkles.”

“So school, skating and your boring sex life? That’s all?”

Andi gave the obligatory eye-roll. “I seriously thought about telling him about that website with my photos.”

“Right. Carter talk about anything else besides you?”

“What Mom does for a living. Like I know all her clients. We didn’t talk about important stuff.” He made a point of looking at Reed’s crotch .

Reed abruptly gestured for Andi to face the mirror. He swiveled like a sinewy gymnast, swapping funny gay boy for professional model. Now, there was a definite fold in his shorts.

“Look up a bit. Don’t cross your eyes! What else did you talk about?”

“He didn’t ask about you, that’s for sure.” Unable to stop himself, Andi giggled. “Has he fucked you yet?”

Reed ignored him. “Arm up! Turn slightly. That’s too much. Look over your shoulder.”

Andi went through the motions, very aware his penis was rock hard. He stayed close to the vanity so Reed wouldn’t see it. Worse, his butt was sore. He needed to scratch something awful.

“Does your butt itch after you have sex?” he blurted out.

Reed wasn’t sure he could survive through the evening. “Stop screwing around. Look back at the mirror and do your coy-boy smile.”

“There! Happy now?” Andi sighed with mock exasperation. “When did you know you weren’t like other boys?”

“About your age.”

“I was seven,” Andi confided, strangely glad that he wasn’t looking directly at Reed.

“What happened?” Reed asked, even though Andi’s mother had told him what happened three years earlier.

“We were at Barnes and Noble. I was in the kid’s section and this old guy jacked off in front of me.”

“Which store?”

Anyone else would’ve said ‘gross.’

“Lexington. We were supposed to go to the Zoo. It started raining before we got there.”

Reed squatted for a low-down perspective. “Rain always brings out the weirdos.”

“He had a raincoat on. It was open in front like your ‘expose yourself to art’ poster.”

Reed chuckled. “He really exposed himself, huh?”

Andi nodded, not at all shy. He hadn’t been shy then either.

“So you saw a grown up dong and you instantly knew you were queer?”

“I remember I was all shaky and hot and my tummy hurt something awful.

Reed blinked. “Seriously?”

“I guess I knew something was up. I never had a stiff so hard it hurt.”

“Your first one, huh?”

“Uh uh. Mom says I always got stiffs around men when I was younger, only never like that.” Andi grinned. “I couldn’t stop looking at his...”

“His salami?”

Andi giggled. “For an old guy, he was hard as a rock.”

“Lift up your shirt more.”

“I’ll take it off if you want.”

Reed shook his head quickly. With a flourish, Andi boosted his shirt all the way to his armpits. Reed checked the viewfinder and grabbed a spontaneous candid, Andi playing at narcissistic, gazing at himself in the mirror across the golden-toned room. The next shot was even better. Vain Andi licked his lips with his arms bashfully wrapped around his chest, one big nipple still discernible.

“He had nothing on under his pants. Insane, huh?” Ten years old and not at all self-conscious as he lowered his arms, revealing his bare chest and belly to the camera. “I watched him jack off.”

“I thought shit like that only happened in the men’s room.”

Andi regarded Reed and said very quietly, “He wanted to see mine, but I wouldn’t. Then, he asked me to put my hand down my front. My dick was like steel,” he giggled abruptly.

“You ought to be used to steel,” Reed joked, shifting his gaze to Andi’s middle section.

After a few moments under the microscope, Andi breathed out. “If I tell you something, will you promise you won’t ever tell Mom?”

“Sounds serious,” Reed said, not really thinking as he edged closer, focusing on Andi’s right nipple in the center of the photograph, his belly button in the aesthetic third. It was a neatly formed whorl, truly beautiful…

“He wanted me to put it in my mouth.”

Reed gulped. “You sucked him?”

“There were too many people.” Andi took a deep breath. “He wanted me to go to the restroom with him.”

Reed waited.

“I never told Mom this… I played with his dick for a while. It was extreme.” In an instant, he decided to tell everything. “This is a need to know basis, okay? If you tell her, you die.”

“My lips are sealed.”

Andi hesitated. “I kissed it.” His voice gave him away, remembering how he’d touched his lips to the plump crimson ball. “It was hotter than hot, Dude.” He took a slow deep breath, never more aware of his aching penis. “I wanted to put it in my mouth so bad; only I was really, really scared.”

“You did, though?”

“For a second or two. There was stuff leaking out the end. It was icky, like licking soap.”

Reed was surprisingly calm. “It doesn’t matter how old you are, pre-cum takes a while to get used to.”

Andi looked directly at him. “Next time it won’t faze me.”

Reed gulped. “Just about every boy sucks eventually. I mean if he’s gay.”

Andi stared at him, certain his penis was ready to burst.

“Turn slowly and keep looking up. Show some more skin, like you’re taking off your shirt?”

“Mom said doing anal is like a normal progression for gay kids.”

Reed stared back as ‘normal’ bounced in his head. “Pretty much,” he allowed.

Andi’s nipples were larger than normal, almost inflamed. Reed stepped closer. Through the viewfinder, he could see goose pimples everywhere. He couldn’t stop looking. Both nipples were slowly firming. He refocused on the left one, vaguely aware that part of him wanted to lick it.

“What if I’m gay and I don’t like things up my ass?” Andi giggled.

Reed swallowed spit and his mouth was still dry. “Learn to suck dick like a pro. I never said that, okay?”

“My lips are sealed,” Andi joked, compressing his lips tighter than Reed had done.

“I ought to get a photo of you like that. ‘The Unwilling Cocksucker,’” Reed parried, lifting his camera.

“Who’s unwilling?”

He did the lips thing again, quickly. Reed was faster. For the next shot, Andi opened his mouth, showing ivory-white upper teeth, his tongue touching his bottom lip. Reed pressed the button; not about to say ‘The Willing Cocksucker.’

“So, you want me to get naked?” Andi’s smile verged on a leer.

Reed snapped another photo. “Maybe later.” He still hadn’t decided whether he would take the risk. “Bring in a stool from the kitchen, will you?”

“Mom said it was okay if you took nudes of me.”

“Yeah, we talked about it.”

“Being naked is no big deal. Remember when you took photos of me in your bathroom? I might as well have been naked.”

That time, he wore wet clingy boxer-briefs. Two photos showing his well-defined crack were on imgsrc.

“How about fetching that stool, Cowboy?”

Andi giggled all the way to the kitchen. He was still giggling as he maneuvered a stainless steel stool on wheels at breathtaking speed into his bathroom.

“Mom said you and Walter took Carter to that gay Chinese joint in the Village last night.”

Reed repositioned the stool in front of the mirror, steeling himself as he stole sideways peeks. “Be careful what you say around him, okay?”

“Why?”

Reed moved a few things on the vanity and checked for reflection in the mirror. “There’s something about him I don’t trust. You ready to start shooting, Cowboy?”

“Sure, if I can wear your belt?”

“I thought you didn’t like my belt.”

“I could sell it on Craigslist for you. All kinds of shit there.”

“Funny little fag, aren’t you?”

Andi nodded vigorously. “Can we do ‘Jungle Boy Two’?”

“How about ‘Trannie Boy’? We can use your Mom’s panties instead of a loincloth?”

“Droll, Dude. Mom’s investment manager sent me some leather shorts and jacket for my birthday, really hot. I could wear it with the zipper down?”

“I was thinking ‘Nude boy with Shaving Cream and Razor’ might be fun,” Reed joked.

“Okay, only I don’t need a razor. I’m hairless everywhere, except on my head. You want to see?”

Reed shrugged as if he wasn’t interested. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Andi expected him to say something funny; however, he seemed more interested in positioning the camera just right.

Unable to stop himself, Andi tugged on his shorts. Reed looked up and his heart jumped. He found himself wondering how far he could go before Reed made him stop.

“Mom doesn’t mind me being photographed all the way naked.”

“What she said was it was okay, but only if you wanted to.”

Andi raised a provocative eyebrow. “You want me to strip? I will if you want.”

They looked at each other. Reed’s heart beat fast; Andi’s heart was fluttering. It was all he could to make himself breath in and out. He was certain Reed was about to say yes. He rubbed at his belly, twitchy and awkward and shifting feet like a nervous little kid.

“What you need is a good hard….” Reed stopped just in time.

“What do I need?” When Reed didn’t answer, Andi’s kissable lips parted to show his tongue flicking over perfect little teeth. “I need a good hard smack? Or do you mean a good hard fuck”

Reed stepped back in shock. He had to say something, yet everything he thought of would only make it worse. Andi smirked right at him. He’d practiced ‘coy boy’ in front of the mirror until it was perfect.

”What happens is totally up to you, Dude,” Reed said deliberately averting his gaze.

“I want to get nude.” He was being direct about it now, though he had no idea how to get started.

“If that’s what you want, start by losing the shirt.”

Suddenly, Andi wanted Reed to undress him more than anything else. He lifted his arms and waited.

Reed stared, taking deep breaths. ”I’m not in the mood to play games.”

“If you strip me, I’ll know how to do it next time.” Andi tried hard to make it sound like a joke.

“If you want to do this, you take off your shirt,” Reed muttered, quickly glancing away.

Andi inched his arms higher, smiling seductively. “You do it. You know you want to.”

His voice made Reed tremble. He closed the gap, reaching out blindly, not daring to actually look down. He grabbed Andi’s skin-tight T-shirt and pulled up, roughly tugging it past his head. There was a ripping sound as the neck stitching gave away. It was over in seconds. He knew he’d gone too far. He carried the shirt with him, all the way to the desk in Andi’s bedroom, guiltily feeling the boy’s residual warmth.

Shell-shocked, bare-chested Andi followed, his erection shrinking. However, his instinct was in hyperdrive.

“Got what you wanted?” Reed mumbled.

Andi nodded meekly. “Reed?”

However, Reed didn’t look up. He pushed Andi’s laptop aside to sit on the table. “You ever turn this thing off?”

“It’s a Mac; the batteries last forever. What about Carter?”

“It’s not important.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“He might be a lawyer, except he’s not with Levinstein, Feldstein, and Adler like he says. Over dinner, he must’ve asked two dozen questions about you and your mom. He came right out and asked if you guys inherited money.”

“She wishes,” Andi snickered.

The Foscheri used to have money, vast forested estates and a luxurious villa in Transdanubia. Andreas’ great grandfather lost everything in 1947 when the communists took over.

“It bothered Walter so much that this morning he walked all the way to Wall Street to check on him. His name’s not on the directory.”

“Which proves what exactly?”

“He might have been hired recently, I suppose.” Reed put one arm around Andi’s bare shoulders and ruffled up his hair with his other hand. “Sorry about your shirt.”

“It’s okay. I know I went too far. I’ll tell Mom we were wrestling.”

“Just be careful around Carter. It bothers me that he’s asking about my little hottie.”

“You think he’s a pervert or something?”

“Don’t sound so hopeful. I’m not sure why, but my hackles go up when he talks. I don’t want to find out he’s persona non gratis the hard way.”

Then, out of the blue, he stroked Andi’s cheek. That simple touch was supposed to be forgiving. Instead, it made Andi’s penis achieve full-blown stiff in an instant. It poked into his briefs, big enough to make a teepee in his blue and white striped shorts. Even worse, he needed to scratch. Surreptitiously, he kneaded his butt with the heel of his hand.

Reed averted his gaze. Not for long. “You got ants in your pants, or something?”

Andi rolled his eyes, tossing discretion out the door. “If you must know, my ass is itchy.”

“Mack told me you went to the circus yesterday,” Reed said, hoping to switch the subject.

“My uncle took me for my birthday.” It was the explanation his mother decided on. “I got circumcised two weeks ago.”

“Whoa! That was out of left field.” Reed gulped saliva. “You like how it looks?”

“It’s cool.” Andi squatted to lock the stool wheels into place. He rubbed his butt when he thought Reed wouldn’t notice.

“Cool is spanking the monkey without skin in the way,” Reed grinned, jerking his hand up and down.

“I’ve never done it!” Andi giggled and reddened at the same time.

Reed wanted to hug him. “Don’t even try to pretend you don’t masturbate. Every boy masturbates.”

Andi shook his head until Reed laughed. “Mom says being sexually aroused is normal for boys once they reach puberty. I won’t be doing it for a couple more years.”

“I did it way before then. I had to. I always got horny around men.”

Andi bounced back. “So it’s not just me that’s messed up, huh?”

“You’ll get used to being queer eventually. You ready to do some more photos?”

Andi directed his gaze at Reed’s crotch. There was a definite upward bulge under his jeans. He grinned even as his heart rate soared.

“You have a stiff, don’t you?” He smirked, doing his best to make it sound like a joke. His next thought was so insistent, he couldn’t stop. “Because of me, right?”

“Go figure.”

Andi felt the same overpowering thrill when he pored over photos on the internet. Like faces, no two cocks were the same.

“You’re circumcised too, aren’t you?”

His favorite cocks were the ones without foreskin. He liked them sleek and smooth, like flesh-toned bananas. Excitement surged. He couldn’t stop.

“If you’re into guys, cut’s the only kind worth having.” Reed was the voice of authority.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

“We better not. You might tell your mom.”

“Sheesh. I’m not that dumb.”

“You promise?”

Andi nodded energetically. However, he would have taken bets that Reed was joking even as his hand moved down to his zipper. Reed’s hand stopped less than an inch away. His eyes went wide.

“Go on. Do it, Reed.” His husky voice shocked both them.

“I’m teasing. We can joke about stuff, Andi. That’s as far as it goes, okay?”

“What if I really, really want to see your cock?” Andi blurted out.

“Whoa! You come right to the point, don’t you?”

Andi smirked back, thinking thoughts advanced for his age. “I promise I’ll never tell.”

Reed wavered between yes and no, telling himself it was only natural for a gay boy to be curious about other males. What difference did it make being young? None, really. Society had too many hang-ups. There were too many gay kids dying, denying their sexuality.

“This is just between us; only because we’re friends.” He watched Andi’s satisfied smile. The urge was strong even at ten years old. His heart lurched into a gallop. “Our secret?”

“I promise. I just want to see what it’s like,” Andi murmured, barely able to breathe.

Against his better judgment, Reed put his hand on Andi’s shoulder, as if to drive home the need for secrecy. Instead, he guided him back into the bathroom.

“You want to shoot me showing my junk before I see what you’ve got?” Andi ducked out of reach.

“You need to be patient.”

He positioned Andi in front of the vanity. Andi’s arms seemed smoother than ever. It took all of his self-control to arrange the boy’s stance, leaning back casually, legs apart, arms braced behind, showing off his taut, lean body. Just one more photo before he crossed the line.

Reed nodded after he pressed the shutter on modesty. “You ready to take off your shorts, Brat?”

Andi giggled. “You really want me to get naked?”

Reed nodded perfunctorily, not really believing Andi would put words into action even though his hands were on his hips, fingertips levering under the waistband.

“We’re doing this my way,” Andi peeped.

With an emboldened smirk, he turned around. Reed could only gape as Andi’s small hands shoved down his shorts and briefs at the same time.

His mind processed perfection in a frantic moment of utter disbelief before it stumbled through ‘wow’, ‘awesome,’ and ‘gorgeous.’

“Cute butt!”

“That’s what all the girls say.”

“Your mom’s right.”

Reed exhaled in a rush. He hadn’t expected anything like this. He had to make himself take a breath. He needed to act professionally. His dark side dominated. His eyes were immovable.

Time seemed to stop, or it went on forever, or maybe it was accelerating, or perhaps he’d stepped into another world, or gone back to when the Ancient Greeks worshipped boys… Andi’s butt was like polished white marble. Immaculate. Perfect. Divine. Inspirational.

His face burned. Breathing eluded him. His heart thumped. Incredible excitement just from staring at Andi’s naked back. Slim shoulders with a bumpy spine, prominent ribs from a slender chest, a slightly narrower waist, compact hips, lean long thighs… he tapered all the way down to his feet, still tangled in shorts and briefs.

“Nice ass,” he murmured.

Unblemished. Flawless. Rounded like two little grapefruit squashed together, firm and flushed pink. Unspoiled, except for a tell-tale darker tone where Andi’s buttocks merged. It sent his sexual desire racing in a different direction.

“You sure you don’t mind me taking photos?”

Andi shook his head. He could feel Reed’s eyes on his rear. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he looked over his shoulder. Reed had his camera up, viewfinder to his eye.

“Are you going to spend the rest of the night taking photos of my ass or should I turn around?”

“Not yet… Last chance … if you want to change your mind, it’s okay.”

Andi didn’t miss Reed’s overpowering excitement. He made himself calm down. “Fire away, Dude.”

“It’s as good as it gets… really….” Reed was hoarse. “You make a beautiful nude… truly awesome. You’re okay with this, right?”

“It’s just a butt, Reed.”

Andi smiled as he heard Reed reposition. The camera made almost no sound at all. Reed moved around, working with light and shade, muttering ‘stay like that.’ Andi could hear him, breathing deep and slow. He glanced down, expecting to see his penis as hard as ever. It was barely lifting up. It was the last thing he expected. He risked a glance sideways. Reed was taking side-on shots, the camera aimed at his middle. Reed had a big bulge, which could only mean he was erect. That did it.

“Sweet….”

“I can’t help it.”

“Don’t worry about it. It just proves you’re a little hottie.”

“You’re going to Photoshop it out, huh?

“No way. You’re magnificent like that. These photos are just for your mom by the way. She wants something to remember what you were like before you get pimples and hair.”

“I don’t care if you sell them.”

“It’s not up to you.” Reed inhaled. “I don’t do kiddy porn.”

Again Andi glanced down. His penis was straight out and still not fully erect. “You want it really stiff?” he said teasingly.

“That’s up to you,” Reed said, breathing again when he shifted his attention to the viewfinder.

“You want me to turn around more?”

Reed swallowed. His hands were sweaty. “Yeah; now is probably a good time.”

Staring into the viewfinder, his finger almost constantly pressing the button as Andi slowly rotated. With the first full frontal nude, he had to stop.

“Wow! They definitely skinned you…”

“You like it?”

“I’ve seen bigger…” Reed relented with a nervous laugh, wondering whether his heart could stand the stress much longer. “It’s awesome, Dude. Really beautiful.”

“I got my balls tightened too.”

“Yeah, I see.” He took a slow deep breath as he focused on Andi’s glans. It was a tiny acorn without any skin in the way. “The doctor knew what he was doing with you,” he muttered.

“Mom said he gets all the gays in town.”

Reed tried to decide if Andi’s glans would be more red than blue when it wasn’t so swollen. “That’d be Simon Larson. He specializes in aesthetics for guys. He did mine last year. You’ll be the talk of the town when word gets out he did you,” he said admiringly. “Promise me you’ll be a top in a couple of years.”

Andi grinned. “My dick’s so sensitive I won’t last long enough.”

Somehow, Reed kept a straight face. “When it’s cut really tight, being a bottom’s the best.”

“That’s why I wanted it really, really tight.”

Andi glanced down; all embarrassment abruptly gone, at least for the moment. He liked that Reed couldn’t take his eyes off his erection. With his finger and thumb, he pointed it right at him.

“You like what you see?” he asked, trying his best to sound like his mother when she teased her clients.

“I’ve never seen one I didn’t like, but yours is the best ever,” Reed laughed.

Just two inches longer would keep him happy, yet even as small as it was, he couldn’t stop thinking ‘Hot’. He pressed the shutter button again and again as he zoomed in. The unwavering sex organ was all inner skin, capped with a perfect tiny helmet. It looked like a shiny lollipop. He reddened at the thought of sucking it all day.

“You think I’m sexy.” This time, Andi had perfected ‘sultry’.

Reed instinctively licked his lips. Even with Andi’s cock pointing straight out, there wasn’t much to see. He could just make out a round wrinkled lump underneath.

“Larson tightened my nut-sack too. Not nearly as far back as yours, though.”

“Mom didn’t want my balls getting in the way.”

“Best thing for a top, so keep your options open, kiddo.”

Andi looked down and smirked. “Makes for deeper penetration, huh?”

“With your beautiful body, he’ll be so far up your ass your belly will hurt,” Reed teased back.

He stepped to the side and refocused, composing a museum-quality nude with Andi’s slim thigh concealing the important stuff. His heart raced, knowing the moment for what it was. He captured a hint of a smile, Mona Lisa self-awareness.

“You’re awesome.” Reed stepped back, wiping his brow. “You can act a bit naughty if you want?”

Andi giggled as his hand moved down slowly. It stopped when it covered his groin completely. For a few seconds, the sensual boy teetered on the safe side of obscene. Cautiously, his fingers stroked along his penis. One finger caressed his plump little glans, mostly teasing the tiny slit on the underside.

“I’m going to be a porn star when I grow,” he snickered, looking down and making it bounce. “You want to take photos of me with a bullwhip?”

Reed gawked awkwardly. “No bullwhips tonight.” He forced a smile through crimson cheeks. “You’re incredible. Your cock is way tighter than mine. Really beautiful. ”

“It gets even tighter if I rub it a while?”

“There’s nothing wrong with playing with your dick. Just don’t tell anyone.”

Andi returned a coy smile. His right hand came to his mouth, drooling kid-spit on his fingers. Reed gulped as his saliva-slicked hand clasped his stiff pink shaft, his tiny crimson knob peeking out.

“I have to do it like this ‘cause it gets sore so fast, especially when it’s really stiff.”

“Yeah, mine too. You probably shouldn’t do that in front of me.” It wasn’t about shame.

Andi smirked on cue. His thumb pad pressed against his glans, massaging saliva before squeezing firmly. “It’s cool being sexy.”

He closed his eyes, no longer pretending dreamy. He sensed Reed was staring. It was all so easy. He allowed his glans to poke past the end of his fist, squeezing his slimy short shaft until it was ruddy and swollen. He opened his mouth enough to show teeth, now breathing hard as Reed snapped photo after photo. His cock was so hard it ached.

Reed wet his lips every time he pressed the shutter release, trying to convince himself it was art, not pornography. However, they’d gone too far. It was too late to stop. If he looked too long, there was a band wrapped around his chest that made inhaling impossible

After long months of waiting, nothing could stop Andi now. “Mom wants photos of me being sexy,” he said when Reed paused to recuperate.

“Yeah, she said something about it.” Reed had to make himself breathe in and out. “I guess, if you want, you could masturbate that thing,” he suggested, trying hard to sound disinterested.

It was all Reed could do to watch as Andi switched bashful for bold. A few feet away, he rubbed his aching-hard erection with two fingers and a thumb. Brazenly, with long slow strokes from base to tip so there was no question he was enjoying it. In front of the camera. With Reed staring. Sweating. Quickly adding more spit.

“Is this sexy enough?”

Reed heard the tremble, unmistakable nervous excitement. “You’re awesome.”

“I like to jack off.”

Andi’s low voice was so far from naïve it caught Reed by surprise. His favorite skater boy was no longer innocent. Suddenly, virtue wasn’t important. He repositioned, looking up, zooming in until the glossy shaft of Andi’s erect penis filled the frame. He focused where taut met wrinkled, using shadow to exaggerate piss-tube and balls, to make the veins in Andi’s lower belly even more obvious. Little fingers with nails manicured at Prieto’s Salon caressed the crimson-blue acorn-tip with palpable familiarity, all captured in 5.6 million zeroes and ones.

A moment later, he zoomed out, composing to record Andi’s knowing smile, his dreamy brown eyes. Enough of his abdomen to know he was bare all the way down to his toes. Sally Mann’s photo of ‘Emmett Nude’ was his inspiration.

“I’ll call this one ’Andi Rude,’” he muttered, as if suddenly realizing that of all Andi’s photos, this one had the greatest commercial potential.

’Andi Rude’ was enigmatic, alluding to a boy’s budding sexuality without showing anything the morality police could say was obscene. However, his pose, his expression, the sensual use of shadow conveyed queer in the making. One hundred-sixty-three New York’s gay literati would buy it for their bedrooms at $1,799 for a signed 8x10 black and white print.

”You missed the most important three inches,” Andi giggled.

“You’re missing an inch, Dude.”

Andi struggled to keep a straight face. “Making fun of a boy’s penis is bad for his self-esteem.”

Reed glanced up from the viewfinder. “You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen? Is that better?”

Andi erupted in giggles, still fingering the engorged head of his penis. Each time he squeezed the tip, the slit opened up. If Reed noticed his meatus wasn’t where it was supposed to be, he didn’t point it out. Instead, he searched his camera bag, handing over a can of Barbasol shaving cream.

Andi squirted a big glob in his hand. “Pretend like I’m going to shave down there, huh?”

“You will eventually.”

Andi smelled his hand, wrinkling his nose in the process. “My grandpa uses this stuff.”

“It’s Walter’s, so don’t waste it.”

“I told you he was geriatric.”

“Smear it around more.”

“After I do this, you show me yours, right?”

“In a while. I want to get some photos while you’re still in the mode.”

Without any shame at all, Andi squirted his groin with foam and spread it around. His fingers glided along his slippery penis. Fully erect, it was short and wide, positively stubby on his spry body. In Reed’s viewfinder, it looked hard enough to chip ice.

“Your chubby little friend is waiting.” Reed held out his Acqua Di Parma razor, burnished brass and rosewood.

Andi ignored him. “Mom bought one of these at Saks Fifth for me to give to Grandpa last Christmas. What a rip off!” He pretended to shave with Reed’s razor as the camera moved around him.

“Be careful or you might end up with four inches,” Reed teased.

“I know what I’m doing, Reed. I shave Mom’s pussy all the time.” Holding his penis steady with a finger and thumb, he cautiously removed soap with the razor. “Anyway, four is cool,” he snickered, “I’m going to be a bottom… like you.”

He pointed his soapy erection directly at the lens and waited for the shutter to click. Reed made him wait so he added more foam. Before he finished, he made sure Reed saw the pronounced groove under the head.

“Mom says having a small one is the best thing that could happen to me.”

”Better small than big for a bottom,” Reed allowed, hoping he was safe behind the viewfinder.

Seeing Andi’s knobby balls and short soapy spike sticking out in front was more exciting than he ever expected. It was like looking at kinky porn. It made him quiver deep down, although all he saw were glimpses of pale flesh under foam. His mind was in overdrive, stuck between watching each hairless swathe appear and two months earlier, when he photographed Andi in wet tightfitting briefs, covered with shaving cream and frolicking on his vanity—only three of those photos made it to the public domain.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he took back the razor.

“Sit on the vanity,” he ordered. His voice was as much harried as husky.

Andi hopped up and scooted back on the marble top, stark naked, now shamelessly exploring his aroused penis still covered in lather.

“You really want to see my cock?” Reed asked softly.

Lost for words, Andi nodded. In amazement, he watched Reed put his camera to the side, his hands at his waist, fingers deftly unfastening his cowboy belt buckle, button and zipper. He was still holding his breath as Reed pushed his jeans down a few inches. His erection filled the front of his bikini briefs. Andi stared, his tongue nervously licking his bottom lip, his hands awkwardly looking for something to do.

Reed smiled right at him. “We’ll take it a step at a time, okay? Say ‘stop’ if you want to.”

Andi nodded again. Suddenly, he was breathing again, fast and short as if to match the flutter of his heart. He crossed his legs, and then uncrossed them. There was shaving cream all over him down there. His penis throbbed relentlessly. It kept getting stiffer and stiffer.

“Mom will be home soon, Reed,” he whispered.

He licked his lips again. He was panting and hot, and inside his belly was a turbulent stew. He felt funny all over. The banana bulge in Reed’s miniscule briefs lurched. There was a dark spot over the top. Reed’s prominently contoured lower belly made Andi think of the Met’s Hermes, his mom’s favorite statue.

Silently, Reed hooked his thumbs under the waistband. A moment later, Andi’s mouth dropped open.

“Somebody took a picture of that!"

He’d seen it before, a plump glossy glans plopped on five inches of straight, thick phallus circumcised halfway down. The skin was stretched tight, not shiny tight like his.

“What you talkin’ ‘bout?”

It flexed like a weightlifter working out in the gym, straining out and up, with bumps and bulging veins. Andi started giggling.

“That photo you sent Doctor Larson…. I jerk off with it, Dude,” he got out before looking up.

Reed grinned back. “You cum looking at my dick? How cool is that.”

“Is that a wedding ring?”

Reed had a gold ring through his scrotum, wrinkled taut and pushed back underneath.

"Actually, Walter and I are engaged."

"No shit!"

"Actually, I keep losing my door key."

"You're nuts!"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time."

With his infectious giggling barely under control, Andi looked down. As soon as he saw it, he sensed something powerful was at work. As he looked, he could feel it getting stronger, demanding acquiescence. He needed to touch it, only it wasn’t friendly like Jacob’s penis. It was threatening and potent, and it took away his breath. Jacob’s penis wasn’t much smaller, yet it was comical by comparison, chubby with a fat pink helmet and frilly collar. Instead of a tangled jungle of black hair, Reed had a few brown curly hairs scattered across his pubis.

Andi’s tongue slowly caressed his bottom lip. He gazed down, wide-eyed, entranced as the adult erection twitched before him. A momentary appraisal of his own boyish body left him feeling insignificant. Then, a crystalline bead appeared in the gaping eye. Two fingers extended from his trembling hand. Still a safe distance away, yet too close for comfort. He had to touch it, yet he couldn’t. The gold ring like something out of Tolkien, the rest a ten-year-old gay boy’s fantasy. Was it as hot and smooth as it seemed? It looked heavy up close.

“Reed… Can I? Can I?” he muttered.

He looked up again, turning shy as soon as their eyes met. He was hooked, addicted, forever a slave to gay manhood.

“I don’t want your mom hearing about this,” Reed said, learning the fine art of grooming a boy on the fly.

“She won’t, if you don’t tell Walter.” Andi worried for a few moments until Reed winked crudely.

Just thinking about touching Reed’s cock made him smile. He was giggling controllably when his soapy fingers made contact. Suddenly, the solid flesh stake was sliding through his fingers, bumping the palm of his hand, rubbing his wrist. Clutching, he drew back, pulling the slippery cock towards him. Reed followed, his hips arched forward. His thighs shoved Andi’s legs apart. Their sex organs were inches apart when Reed’s hands took hold of Andi’s narrow hips and hauled him across the marble vanity top. It brought them too close for comfort. He stopped when an inch separated them. Andi wriggled a half inch, now dangerously close.

So close, Andi panted. Reed breathed slow and deep, relishing the moment. With a shameless giggle, Andi brought them together, levering Reed’s penis down so it touched his. His swollen tip nestled against Reed’s plump knob, a tiny cherry beside a ripe plum. His hand closed around both shafts, compressing them. Heat seared his fist, his erection burning, insisting on more contact.

Suddenly, Reed’s hand covered his, squeezing his fingers, bonding man and boy cocks in an archaic ritual.

“Hot…” Andi gulped air, glancing up. “Yours is throbbing like crazy.”

“Chill out! That’s you doing jumping jacks.”

Andi grinned and flexed, tightening his groin muscle, his slender hips instinctively twitching. It felt so good he had to push Reed’s hand away. Suddenly, he grasped Reed’s thick penis and rubbed it against his own stubby appendage, sliding it over his groin, pushing it up underneath him like it was headed to his ass. He did it until shaving cream covered both of them.

“Our dicks are all slippery,” he giggled, still massaging big against small.

Reed pressed closer, one arm behind Andi’s back. His nose nuzzled through Andi’s hair, overwhelmed by tangerine scent and unable to stop.

“Your cock is squashing mine,” Andi pointed out.

“You like it,” Reed said huskily, gazing down as Andi squished his glans into Reed’s scrotum.

In disbelief, he watched Andi lean closer, bringing his front into soapy contact. His hand withdrew and he wriggled against Reed, forcing the hot hard adult organ into his taut little belly. He stopped wriggling when Reed’s glans occupied his navel. He leaned back slightly and looked between them.

“You’re leaking spit all over me, Dude.”

“You know what it is, right?”

Andi erupted in giggles. “A guy’s dick salivates when he’s in fuck mood; that’s what Mom says.”

“I’m salivating, alright.”

“Because of me?”

“You want me to do you in the ass, only I’m not going to do it,” Reed teased, winking down at Andi.

About then, Andi realized the only way Reed’s cock was going in his butt was if he took the initiative. It was totally up to him; his choice. He wasn’t sure about anything else except it was going to be the easiest decision of his ten-year-old life! With his heart catching dodgeballs, he leaned away, lifting his arms. Reed took hold near his shoulders and eased him back until he was lying on the vanity.

“Reed, you’re not kidding, right?”

“Shhhh.”

For a moment, Reed considered stopping it right there and then. Like Freud’s id, his dark side dominated. He took Andi’s hands and drew them down, under his thighs. He was still having second thoughts as Andi felt around his penis. Little fingers massaged his glans, rubbing it against his smooth underside until he completely captured Reed’s attention.

Reed inhaled in a rush. He smiled down reassuringly. He wasn’t good with words, not like Walter, who always seemed to know what to say. How did a man say, ‘I love you’ to a ten-year-old boy? Just half an hour ago, he would’ve denied the possibility. Everything changed after seeing Andi naked.

He felt gauche standing there; yet Andi kept looking up at him with his blinking doe-brown eyes.

“I put it in my hole, and we push together, okay?” he whispered.

Disbelieving, Reed nodded, waiting as awkward little hands smeared shaving cream along the shaft. Delicate fingertips slid up and down, fingernails pinching lightly behind the rim. He’d never seen Andi so distracted, yet so focused. He couldn’t remember being this excited, sensations so wonderful that he trembled erratically.

It was hot and slippery between Andi’s buttocks, and there was a soapy mess under him. When he pushed Reed’s cock into the gap, while raising his bottom off the vanity, they went sideways. A minute later, they stopped laughing.

With his left hand, Reed lifted Andi’s right thigh until it was close to his chest. Andi did the other side, wrapping his arm under his left leg. Reed inched closer, two small hands guiding his cock through a slippery chasm until the head settled into the soapy opening. It was snug, nipping the tip of his glans, though it wasn’t nearly as tight as he expected.

Andi grasped Reed’s penis tighter, getting it aligned and centered on target. Without warning, Andi’s sex urge took over. His hand trembled, no longer his to control. He began to mash the head into his anus. The more the cock throbbed, the faster he rubbed, up and down, back and forth. Like a branding iron, it seared him forever. Reed groaned, barely resisting the urge to thrust forward. Searing heat flowed back along his shaft. Around them, the air seemed to crackle, like a thunderstorm was bearing down.

They gazed at each other in silence, eyes wide and dark as if all the lights had gone out. Andi shivered, certain only of one thing. Instinctively, he lifted his bottom higher. Reed squeezed. Andi squeezed back at him. Cock and hole merged. The bathroom lights flickered, or maybe Andi blinked in anticipation.

Andi’s anus, already loose from rubbing against Reed’s glans, stretched to accommodate the increasing girth. Reed felt it relaxing, pushing out, deliberately dilating. He drew back and Andi rubbed his glans around and around. He pressed in again, retaking lost ground, and more. He tweaked his cock and Andi smiled, gripping, relaxing, inviting. He was about to do it again when Andi nodded twice. Something hummed, perhaps the air-conditioning coming on, though it seemed to come from between them, drawing them together.

With Andi jammed against the mirror behind the vanity and Reed leaning forward, Reed’s cock had no choice but to penetrate Andi’s anus. His sphincter clamped spontaneously behind the rim. Reed pressed on, gripping heat luring him on. He was certain he could feel Andi’s heart beating.

“You’re in my ass,” Andi murmured.

“Yeah, I am,” he whispered.

“It feels like I’m part of you.” Andi quivered erratically. “Your heart is thumping… making mine beat really fast.”

Reed’s smile was nothing short of sublime. “It’s supposed to when you love someone.”

His cock pulsed when Andi’s body released it. With a single slow thrust, his erection skewered the little rectum far enough that it wouldn’t slip out accidently. Andi wriggled down to make sure. They gazed at each other, both twitching where they were joined.

Wide-eyed, Andi mouthed, ‘Wow!’

Reed felt it too. “It feels like I just stuck my cock in an electric outlet.”

“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”

Reed grinned back, wobbling his hips, his jeans restricting great movement.

Andi lurched, jerking impetuously. “Major wow.”

His mouth stayed open, sucking in much needed air, letting out a protracted, somewhat subdued groan. He never expected it to feel like Reed was part of him, at least not like this. It was painfully tight and searing hot, with spasms like bright burning sparks, like their bodies were being welded together. Reed waited respectfully. In that short hiatus needed for dilation, Andi shed his first happy tears. Eventually, he sniffled and nodded. With a gentle rocking, Reed began to make love to him.

The movement was slight, yet firm, essential to avoid breaking a boy’s spirit. Andi began to sigh as the raw heat faded between his buttocks. A few spasms made him whimper, until suddenly, even those vanished and all he could feel was Reed’s erection slipping back and forth in his body.

All around him, a man was fucking a little tousled-headed boy on the vanity. Their reflections multiplied into infinity wherever he looked, except on the ceiling. Only there, Andi looked back at himself and the back of Reed’s head as he hovered above. Watching themselves in the mirrors, amused Reed too. He grinned at Andi, and gave playful jerks of his hips, or swiveled them so his cock moved around inside.

All five inches of thick phallus completely disappeared inside Andi’s taut anus before he stopped. He had Andi completely impaled and at his mercy. He reached for Andi’s free hand, wrapping it around the boy’s other leg. Impulsively, Andi pulled his knees higher, almost touching his ears. Reed gripped his waist, thumbs pressing into bony hips, silently marveling that his penis fitted so comfortably inside such a slender little body.

He drew back slowly, still grinning down at the stunned naked boy on the vanity. He paused when the Andi’s anus locked behind his glans. They gazed at each other, relishing the last moments of innocence. He touched Andi’s slim belly, making a circle around his soapy belly button, then slowly straight up, no more than two inches before he paused again. Without lifting his finger, he drew a tiny triangle in shaving cream residue.

“Two become one body, one mind, one soul,” he murmured.

“You going to talk or do me?” Andi jeered.

Unlike Jacob, who fucked with a steady in-out, Reed used an erratic surge technique. Inspired by waves breaking on the shore, each inward thrust began with a hesitant crest, a quivering twitch before it surged through the rectum to heave against the shore. Having spent its energy, his cock receded with barely a ripple. It was the difference between Judeo-Christian morality and primal lust. Each surge seemed stronger than the last, slower, faster, from shallow to deep. Andi’s trembling became quaking, then a roar in his ears as his body bucked with each powerful wave.

Utterly content, Andi came quickly, sweating and shuddering on the vanity, his 62 pounds no longer his to control. He shoved against Reed, driving him deeper as his bowels clamped down frantically. After a fearful shudder, he slumped back, tumbling into a yawning chasm.

Already on the edge, Reed climaxed simultaneously. He spurted three days of cum deep inside Andi before he collapsed on top of him.

As soon as he got back his breath, Andi giggled nervously. “That was fun. You want to do it again?”

“I’m game. It’s my dick that’s worn out.” Reed lifted up, still gasping, still inserted, though he could feel the outward pressure already growing. “You blacked out for a while.”

Andi looked dreamy. “It was so weird. There was this awesome light everywhere. I think I saw some guy with his arms out….” The image absorbed him even more than the words he’d heard.

Startled, Reed glanced down. “Walter hallucinates when he cums. He thinks I’m his teddy bear.”

“I’m not hallucinating, Reed. He was on a cliff. He had a beard, a big black one.”

Reed gave a feeble smile “I can’t believe I just fucked you. I never fucked anyone before.”

He leaned down and gently kissed Andi on the forehead. Andi was having none of it. His arms locked around Reed’s neck, keeping him there. Reed kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead again.

“You’re one horny sexed-up little kid even if you have weird orgasms,” he whispered.

“But you love me anyway, right?”

“Yeah, I love you. I better love you. I just squirted a cup of cum up your ass.”

Their lips met in a frenzied rush, sealing wetly. Andi made sure it was his best French-kiss ever. He was so into it he didn’t notice Reed’s cock plop from between his buttocks. They were still kissing when they heard the front door close.

Reed stepped back, hurriedly yanking up his briefs and jeans to hide his sudsy residue. “I better make sure that’s your mom.”

Andi was breathless, dazed, and a little testy. “I got to get dressed again, huh?”

Reed was already on his way to the hall. “I don’t see why. It’s not like she hasn’t seen your junk before.”

He met her in the hall. “He’s got his clothes off.”

Paula smiled back at him. “How’s it going?”

“He’s a natural, no shame at all in front of the camera.” He hesitated, considering what she would say if he told her what just happened. “He’s got a beautiful body.”

He followed her through the ‘Jungle Boy Boudoir’ and into the bathroom. Andi was still sitting on the counter, slim legs dangling, shaving cream now dotted on his nipples, lots of it his smeared on his chest from finger-painting himself, a fluffy beard completely covering his groin.

“We’re shooting ’Nude Narcissus on Vanity,’” Reed joked. He surreptitiously smeared Andi’s belly.

“Having fun, Sweetie?” she said with a smirk—Andi’s penis was still half-hard under the white shaving foam.

Andi kept looking at himself in the mirrors. “I thought it would be creepy getting photographed naked, but it’s not.”

“You’re finally getting used to taking your clothes off in public, that’s all.”

Reed picked up his Nikon and stepped closer. “I should’ve been doing nudes of him years ago!”

“Take as many as you want. He won’t care.”

“We’re almost done for today. I’ve got a few keepers. By the way, I took about two dozen sexually aroused photos,” Reed added coolly.

“I bet he was hard as a rock before I arrived,” she teased.

Reed’s finger was on the button ready to resume. Through the viewfinder, Andi’s penis was upright again, pointing at his belly button. He zoomed into maximum close-up. There was no difference in color, the cryptic mark was the same hue as Andi’s swollen glans, no doubt about it. Instantly, he started thinking that maybe he was wrong; maybe it was his imagination at work.

“Nothing fazes him,” he muttered as he took the photograph, still disbelieving.

”Did he show you his butt?”

“Mom!”

“Don’t be silly, Sweetie. You’re a gay boy and Reed’s a gay man. It’s only natural for you to show him your ass.”

Andi had never been so flustered. The very idea of Reed seeing that part of him excited him wildly until he remembered seeing photos on the Internet. He’d seen his share of cum drooling out of ravished anuses. A quick glance sideways confirmed his worst fear. She looked right at him and nodded.

“Mom,….”

“No big deal,” Reed interjected on his behalf, every bit as flustered. Now, he wasn’t certain he’d seen something under the soapy streaks on Andi’s belly, yet he wasn’t about to start wiping Andi with a towel.

“Go on, Sweetie. It’s such a cute little butt there’s no reason you shouldn’t show it off.”

In the heat of the moment, he lifted his right leg and placed his foot on the marble vanity top. Reed could just make out a reddened hole mostly hidden by foam. It was where Andi’s buttocks flattened against creamy pink marble.

“Foot out a few inches farther so he can see your hole, Honey. He’s just started using your Samurai Junior,” she went on.

With an unhappy grunt, Andi relocated his foot. Reed gulped saliva.

“Reed still can’t see it properly. Lie back so he can see underneath, Andi.”

“Sheesh, Mom! Just one photo, okay.”

He lay down, cold hard marble under his back again. He was vaguely aware of his mother stepping behind Reed as he stooped lower. He lifted up his left leg.

In an instant, Reed recorded the result of their love making. Andi’s hole was darker, deeper, and more dilated than normal. Already, the pucker was back, only the crinkles were bigger and more defined. At the top of the frame, he was sure he saw a blue arrow head hiding under the foam.

“I’m surprised you’re still so big. It’s been hours since you’ve had Darth in there,” she said.

Trying hard not to smile, she backed out of the bathroom. Behind her, Andi giggled. She heard them whispering;

“… Dude, my butt’s full of cum….”

“Shhhhh…. I love you…”

There was more giggling and whispering from both of them. She almost laughed out loud as the camera clicked, and clicked again, recording the scene of the crime. ‘Just one photo’ became two, became a dozen by the time she returned. Now confident, Andi even pulled his cheeks apart, touching his fingertip against the tender rim for the last three photos.

“He’s doing okay?” she asked when Reed put down his camera.

“He’s better at modeling nude than I thought he would be,” Reed confided, stunned by the highly sexualized boy.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Um…” Reed took a deep breath. It took all his willpower to resist putting a finger in Andi’s crack. “He’s come along nicely.” He had to smile.

“It’s a lot bigger than it used to be,” she said pointedly.

“No problem as long as it closes up afterwards,” Reed said before he could stop himself.

“He ought to work out regularly until he’s used to it, don’t you think?”

Reed’s ears burned as he straightened up, looming over Andi. “Your mom’s right. You need to exercise the muscles inside every chance you get.”

“With Darth, right? My other dildo is only like five inches.” Andi smirked meaningfully.

Reed smirked. “Whatever hits the spot, Kiddo. Personally, I’d use the Samurai Junior. Also, get in the habit of squeezing and relaxing your ass whenever you can. The more you do it, the more flexible you’ll be, Dude.”

Andi giggled, avoiding his mother’s self-satisfied smirk. “If I’m flexible I can get stuck by a really big one instead of a measly five inches, huh?”

Reed took a deep breath.

She peeled plastic off a small pink and blue box. “My son, the ten-year-old size queen.”

Reed met her amused eyes. “In that case he better use Darth as often as he can. That way he’ll be ready for a ten-inch whopper.”

She was still laughing as she opened the box and looked inside. “I was hoping it was blue. Oh well.” She drew out a pink elongated egg, four inches of smooth shiny plastic with a loop on one end. “Reed, will you put it in, seeing as you’re already soapy.”

“Ahhhh, um, ahhh…” Reed flustered.

“Andi, Sweetie, now that you’re having sex, you should use this as much as you can. Not *all* the time, of course, but at least while you’re asleep.”

“I don’t get enough sleep as it is, Mom!” Andi glanced at Reed.

“Don’t be silly! All it does is buzz a little bit. You won’t even notice it.”

“Maybe, I don’t want Mr. Buzzy up my ass.”

“It’ll help keep your rectum in shape, Sweetie.”

“Mom, do we have to talk about it right now?”

She shook her head in mock-dismay. “Sweetie, I want you to pay attention when Reed puts it in so you’ll know how to do it the next time?”

“Please, Mom, I can do it myself, only not right now, okay?”

“He’s so sexy and he pretends to be shy.”

“It’s kind of intimate,” Reed said, increasingly nervous because he was sure he saw a white puddle under Andi’s rump. Worse, the foam was disintegrating into streaks

She handed him the egg, and bent to pick up Andi’s shorts. “If you can take nude photos of him, Reed, there’s no reason why you can’t be intimate with him.” With a playful slap on her son’s bare butt, she started on the way to the door. “You need to be in bed by ten, Andi. No prowling websites, tonight.”

Reed waited until she was out of Andi’s bedroom. “Whoa. She got you the large; the same as I use.”

Andi was still sulking when Reed switched it on. He muttered something when Reed pressed it against his anus. It offered feeble resistance. Soon, Mr. Buzzy was buzzing inside him, pressing back against his sphincter and sealing off Reed’s semen until the following morning.

Feeling distinctly shaky, Andi clambered off the vanity. Right away, he knew something was different. The pervasive vibration made him rotate his pelvis and arch his back, and squeeze down on his bowels. Reed laughed at his antics.

“Stupid thing feels like I got a spider crawling inside my ass,” Andi grouched.

“Now that’s a photo worth taking.” Reed grabbed for bare boy. “Bend over!”

“Reed!” Andi screeched and jumped back. His body kept jerking erratically. “At Weiner, we’re doing this theme in Eurythmy; the tarantella, you know what that is?”

Reed advanced towards him. “Some kind of dance.”

Andi made his lunatic face. “People did it when they got bitten by a wolf spider; that’s a tarantula, Reed.”

“So that’s why you’re acting crazy, huh? You’ll get used to it buzzing if you stay still for a moment.” He grabbed Andi and pulled him close, hugging him from behind. “Concentrate on it.”

“There’s a big fucking spider in my ass, Reed.”

Reed grinned. “Try to stop twitching, Hottie. It doesn’t take that much willpower. Yeah, like that.” He leaned down, his lips beside Andi’s ear. “You’re a great little fuck. The best ever.”

“Bet you say that to Walter too.”

“My cum’s in your ass. If you keep Mr. Buzzy in all night, it’ll still be in you in the morning.”

“Yeah?” Andi gazed up at him, already quietening. “I’m not taking him out, okay? I like having you in me.“

Reed’s hand glided over the soapy little body, sleek smooth skin, rib bumps and muscle just underneath. His thumb toyed with Andi’s right nipple, his left nipple, his little finger puddling soap in Andi’s navel.

“You’re a beautiful sexy boy and I love you very much,” he whispered, nuzzling Andi’s unruly hair.

“You’re giving me a stiff,” Andi whispered.

“You can take care of it after I leave. I want you to jack off with my photo.”

“Can’t you stay? Please?”

“I’d stay overnight if your mom would let me, only I’ve got to be on Long Island first thing in the morning. One of Walter’s friends wants me for a photo session. It’s a special favor; I try to avoid little boys and dogs.”

Andi inched away, still squirming slightly, his frustration obvious. With Reed looking on, he wiped his loins with a wash cloth. He looked down at a bluish imprint on his belly. “You made this.”

Reed stepped back, his face suddenly burning. “How did that get there?”

“It’s from your belt, you dope.”

“The buckle’s not that big.”

“It’s the same shape as Uranus. What else could be it?”

“Some kind of allergic reaction to the Barbasol. Shit, I don’t know.”

Andi rubbed his finger back and forth. “It’s not coming off.”

“People are going to think you got a tattoo.”

“So funny!” Andi pulled up his tummy skin to look at it. “If it’s not your belt buckle, how’d I get Uranus on me?”

“Actually, I got your anus on me,” Reed guffawed.

“You are so fucking funny.” Andi rubbed at his belly button. “I bet Mom’ll be pissed.”

“Don’t tell her. Leave it alone and it’ll fade,” Reed said.

He took over drying off Andi, purposely avoiding the center of his body. Andi kept looking down while he tried to stand still. He considered covering his navel with his hand; however, he also wanted Reed to see it. He wasn’t sure why, but having it there was important, like his belly button had been touched by the gods.

Reed kissed the top of Andi’s head. “I meant what I said.”

“About me being a beautiful sexy boy, or the other part?”

“I love you, probably more than you realize.”

“You’re just saying it so you can put spiders up my ass.” He earned that butt-slap. “Reed, we can do it now, right? I don’t mean right now; whenever we want?”

Chapter 21. ‘Pretty Boy’

“Whenever we want, you said, so how about now?” Andi demanded mischievously.

“He’s been hyper all week,” his mother laughed. She put her champagne glass on the nightstand and turned off the television. “You ought to do him and get it over with.”

Gary laughed too. “We’ll be ordering room service after I’m finished with his ass; but if it’ll quiet him down…”

“You’ll have to catch me first,” Andi taunted and darted away.

Gary was dog-tired after an afternoon of high-level meetings in the Executive Building. It didn’t stop him from rushing back to his hotel to meet Andi and his mother. A 45-minute workout in the hotel gym and he was ready for a hot shower, a glass of bubbly, and dinner at Chez Petit Poulet, after which he intended to savor Andi like a fine French Amandine. With Viagra he could make their first time last for an hour, hopefully longer.

The look on Andi’s face changed all his plans, from goals to tactics. The boy was so damned pretty, even better looking than his mother; and that was saying something because she was drop-dead gorgeous.

“If I do, I get what exactly?” he said.

He was 46 years older than Andi. He was old enough to know better, yet young enough to be excited beyond his wildest dreams. What he lacked in agility, he made up for with a lifetime of training in hand-to-hand combat. He anticipated Andi’s move to the right and snagged his hand as he tried to scuttle past. He could’ve ripped the skinny arm out of its socket; instead, he eased his grip as Andi jerked away, letting the boy think he’d twisted free.

“I think there’s a pedo in the room, Mom,” Andi snickered after he scampered to safety behind her.

“How can you tell, Sweetie?”

“Um, he’s got a huge hard on.”

Gary pretended shock. “Who me?”

There was a big bulge at his crotch that attracted Andi like a bee to Honey. He wondered about it as he sidled closer, wanting to be caught and tossed on the bed.

“I hope so, otherwise it’s not worth the drive from New York,” she said, fascinated as Gary advanced on her good-looking son.

The lunchtime traffic had been awful, a whole hour wasted getting into the Holland Tunnel, followed by 35 minutes stopped on the bridge. She worried about being late the rest of the way to DC, hour after hour with cars doing 75mph just a few feet away.

Even though Andi was cheetah-fast from skating, Gary managed to scoop him up, playfully tickling his armpits before tossing him sprawling onto the adjoining bed. He climbed on top before Andi could scramble out of reach, barely resisting the urge to rip off the boy’s scant clothing.

“He’s a cutie, Paula,” he admired, breathing heavily as he leaned in.

She couldn’t help thinking that up to that moment they might’ve passed for a father and son having fun. He smooched Andi right on the lips. Even from the other bed, she could tell it was passionate. It was long and wet, with his tongue going inside her son’s mouth. She smiled as Andi wrapped his skinny pale arms around Gary’s neck and kissed back. It went on and on, mouths and tongues merging, parting, sharing saliva. She was feeling proud by the time Gary pried him away, forcing his arms over his bed and pinning them to the bed with one hand. His other hand groped bare belly, headed down. He stopped at Andi’s crotch, fingers searching for boy-parts.

“Hard as a rock,” Gary muttered, smirking at Paula as he kneaded Andi’s erection through his shorts.

It wasn’t the first time Andi’s erection was the center of attention. They were doing hand weights when his penis got so stiff that it stuck out into his shorts. Gary smiled, leaned in, and whispered, ‘I’ll take care of that later.’ Andi had blushed even though no one else heard.

His penis stayed stiff until Gary made him get on the treadmill and run hard for ten minutes. He was beginning to think ‘later’ meant ‘never’; however, the instant the elevator doors closed, Gary pushed him up against the back of the elevator. He felt so small with his face pressed into Gary’s thick sweaty chest, utterly powerless as Gary jerked up his head. It was then that Andi realized the man was going to kiss him. What he didn’t expect was his whole body being lifted off the floor as Gary’s tongue filled his mouth. It swabbed everywhere. It wasn’t a French kiss like his mother’s; it was brutal and wet and hungry, and life-changing.

Andi stared at the huge bulge in Gary‘s pants. “Mine’s stiff because he wants you with him.” Just the thought of a cock that big made him quiver.

Suddenly, Gary squeezed hard enough to make him wince. He was helpless, still breathless from the kiss and unable to do more than wriggle underneath.

“I wasn’t joking when I told you he’s gay,” his mother said distantly.

She wasn’t about to intervene. Gary leaned in again. Impulsively, Andi closed his eyes and puckered up. The next kiss was longer, wetter, the hand massaging his groin even more demanding. At the end, Gary sucked the air from Andi’s lungs, doing it until he thought the boy might faint. He blew it back in. Mouth-to-mouth passion was almost too much for Andi Fisher. If he hadn’t been erect already, that would’ve done it.

Andi licked spit from his lips and smirked up at the man leering down at him, all but trembling with out-of-control desire. Gary was nothing like Jacob, not nearly as funny, yet Andi liked him much more. He was built like a stallion, a powerful man with broad shoulders and bulging arms, and he wasn’t hairy at all.

“Again,” Andi murmured, his lips puckering in anticipation.

Gary lowered his head and slurped wetly across Andi’s lips. A firm kiss followed, then another wet lick. Andi couldn’t keep up as the man went back and forth between kissing and licking, the hand squeezing his boy parts relentlessly. Heat grew in his face, surging through him until he needed to groan.

The next time Gary poked out his tongue, Andi was waiting. He sucked Gary’s tongue into his mouth and bit down lightly, his heart thumping madly. He kissed wantonly, wildly, his mother’s training finally put to use.

With a parting wet smooch, Gary lifted away from the breathless, dangerously handsome boy.

“He kisses like you do, Paula,” he gasped.

“He does other things like me too,” she joked.

Gary grinned down at Andi. The boy excited the ex-Marine beyond his wildest dreams. “He sucks cock like a Hoover, huh?”

“I’m more like a Shop Vac,” Andi giggled back.

“I’m guessing you suck wet more than dry, eh?” Gary laughed, bringing Andi back to earth.

Andi giggled, thinking ‘wet’ meant swallowing semen. Even after gargling a dozen egg whites, he still wasn’t sure he could do it.

“I’ll find out for myself, won’t I?” Gary purred in his ear.

Andi licked his lips, sending unambiguous signals of his own.

Gary smiled at him the same way that he’d looked at him in the gym. He was glad he’d worn the sleeveless shirt and skimpy shiny shorts she’d picked out. He was all white, like a virgin boy offered as sacrifice to the Nautilus god. For an hour, Gary had showed him how to use the equipment, frequently finding a reason to touch his body, which seemed innocent. However, his touches lingered, always on bare boy-skin, always holding him firmly, always treating him like a precious possession

“I bet you fuck pretty good too?” When he didn’t reply, Gary smiled. “I guess we’ll find that out too, real soon.”

Andi gazed up at him, his lips tingling, unconsciously submissive. He could feel the man’s erection jammed against his thigh. It was huge, hot and unyielding, and it made him quiver.

“You’re hard as steel,” he whispered.

“You’re surprised by that?”

Andi grinned back, no longer doubting the Gary was bisexual—the proof was in front of his face.

“So is Prince Charming dating yet?” Gary taunted, inebriated on sexual power.

“He has a crush on a boy who lives on the 37^th floor,” his mother replied.

“Mom!’

“Well you do, Sweetie. I’d do Noah myself. He’s as cute as a button. He’s not even 12, and he’s over four inches.”

“Twelve huh?” Gary teased as he kept Andi’s arms back behind his head. His armpits begged to be tickled.

“They’re always together. You’ll never guess what they did.”

“Mom, you said you wouldn’t tell,” Andi growled.

“Did he fuck your ass?” Gary snickered.

“Not yet.”

Never happier, Gary grinned down at the smirking boy. “So what did you do?”

“We played with each other’s dicks.”

It was Wednesday afternoon, their homework spread across the living room floor. Even with his mom working out in the 38^th-floor gym, Noah was too uptight to say what he wanted to do. On a whim, Andi rolled onto his back, pulled down his shorts and showed off his newly circumcised cock. Noah couldn’t stop himself from reaching for the little pink penis. In a flash, Andi had the other boy’s zipper open, four-plus stiff inches poking out. Noah feverishly grasped Andi’s much shorter penis. It took Andi less than a minute to masturbate him to a sticky climax.

Andi was about to share that tidbit when Gary swooped in for another kiss. Andi managed a quick gulp of air before they were mouth to mouth again, knowing he’d never forget Gary’s taste—spearmint, or his smell—Old Spice cologne and man sweat. Again, Gary abused his lips before he sucked out his lungs, long, wonderful, very intense seconds before oxygen returned in a rush. When, they parted, Gary smiled down at him.

“Your mom’s going to enjoy watching me do your ass,” he cooed.

Andi couldn’t think straight. He blinked and nodded as his head buzzed. It was nothing like he expected; so unlike his first time with Jacob. Even his mom had changed—he glanced at her and she winked crudely, as if she knew what he was going to do with Gary would bring them even closer together.

“I want her to watch. She might learn something,” Andi giggled.

His mother watched from the other bed. Andi was a little bolder than she wanted him to be, yet she wasn’t worried. She felt proud as Gary knelt over her son—it looked right, a dominant man and a submissive boy who was about to find out what fucking was really about.

Gary grinned down at him. Andi’s meager T-shirt was sweat-moist, hot and clingy and hinting at what was underneath. He tugged at the hem, exposing bare belly.

“You sure he’s ready for Super Cock, Paula?”

“He ought to be. He’s had a plug in his ass every night this week.”

Gary dragged Andi’s shirt higher, up to his armpits, staring down at lean silky unblemished skin. The more perfect pale skin he saw, the harder it was to breath. Andi’s belly button dipped in, not too deeply, barely enough to be an ‘innie,’ a tight whorl pushed out in the center, demanding to be licked. Gary would’ve licked him right then, except Andi’s belly looked smudgy.

It was no wonder it looked smudgy. He had four layers of makeup surrounding his navel; Nivea moisturizer, eye-shadow primer, color correcting concealer, and Italia Deluxe Long Stay Make Up Foundation, which had the added bonus of being waterproof in case he went in the pool. It had taken his mother two applications to get the mix right.

“My belly button off limits,” Andi said firmly.

He had muscles in his stretched-out tummy, hinting at adolescent definition, a flat valley narrowing all the way to his breastbone, just right for a prepubescent boy. When he saw Andi’s flat boy-breasts and extra-large nipples, Gary sighed.

It took a moment before he finally dared touch. Throwing caution away, he boldly stroked Andi’s delicate cheek with one hand, the other moving from the boy’s crotch to paw his pale abdomen, skeptical that skin could be so soft.

“Excited yet, Gary?” She leaned over and casually switched off the reading-lamps for both beds, increasingly jealous as he molested her son’s body without her.

He glanced back at her. “I’m getting there.”

Andi smirked, lifting up so Gary could pull off his shirt. “Mom says your cock’s really huge.”

“You think your ass is big enough?” Gary teased.

“That plug mom used, it’s a really big one.”

Gary laughed, pushing Andi’s shorts lower to relish boy-belly again, lightly fingering his belly button to see how far ‘off limits’ went.

Andi relocated his hand a few inches. “I’m ticklish.”

Gary was so fascinated by his sleek downward taper that he barely noticed. His fingers stopped at the bulge in Andi’s clingy white shorts.

“Hey Paula, give me a hand will you? He’ll enjoy it more without clothes on.”

She joined them on the other bed, sitting where she could pull Andi’s shirt over his head. She paused with it bunched over his face, spellbound as Gary manipulated his oversized nipples.

“Beautiful boy-tits.” He leaned in and licked Andi’s right nipple, then the other, then, the right again, this time nipping lightly. “The three of us are going to have fun together.”

“Let’s get him naked,” she said, lifting Andi’s arms behind his head, stretching him out on the bed. Gary’s eyes moved slowly down, from his head all the way to his toes

“Very nice,” Gary concluded.

“He’s got a hard-on for you.”

“Hard to miss it.”

Andi Junior poked a teepee into his shorts, too short for a flagpole, too big for a bump, just right for a sexually aroused little boy whose penis stuck out, not up. She tugged off Andi’s shirt and flung it across the room as Gary shifted down the bed to undo Andi’s white gym sneakers. Andi had insisted on wearing his favorite red socks. They contrasted vividly with his slim smooth legs until Gary dragged them off.

“Such cute little feet,“ Gary admired, tenderly holding Andi’s left foot.

He’d never seen anything so perfect, tiny toes, prominent ankle bones, rounded heels, delicate skin so warm and smooth. It made him tremble.

“I bet you say that to Mom too,” Andi giggled.

“You won’t be so chirpy when my cock’s in your ass.”

Gary just had to rub Andi’s foot against his face. He inhaled deeply and licked the sole, again and again with his heart pounding out of control, thinking that his initial deposit into Andi’s Cayman Island bank account wasn’t nearly enough.

“Where have you been all my life, Prince Charming?” he teased.

“Imprisoned in Trump Palace, waiting for you.”

Each time Andi giggled, it sounded like a bell tinkling. Suddenly, he wanted to jam Andi’s foot in his mouth. He opened his mouth very wide as his hands glided from Andi’s bony ankle down a long, slender, very smooth leg, all the way to a round little knee, and onto a surprisingly muscled slim thigh. When he encountered Andi’s satin shorts, he slipped his fingers under the hem and pushed the cloth higher. The skin got warmer and softer until he touched underpants. He pushed them aside too, finding delicate skin wrinkles. Two tiny eggs darted away as he fondled Andi’s crimped scrotum. All the while, he licked and burped and nibbled on delectable boy-toes, wondering whether boy-cock would taste half as nice.

“I think he’s got a foot fetish, Mom,” Andi snickered, running on sensory overload.

Gary glanced up. He licked his lips, breathing heavily. “I’m thinking it’s time we take off Cheeky Boy’s pants, see how sassy he is when he’s nude,” he said huskily.

Paula smirked. “Let’s do it.”

Somehow, Gary managed to get to Andi’s right side, opposite his mother. He was so excited that it was difficult to meet her eyes, let alone look at Andi, who lay quietly between them, burning hot, with his foot covered in saliva, wondering if he’d imagined what had happened, or maybe it was a dream.

“You really like boys, don’t you?” she teased, skeptical that Andi had climaxed just from having his foot sucked and his balls played with, although the signs were all there.

It happened quickly, a matter of seconds, a frantic, surprised look, a sudden intake of breath, nearly closed eyes, the telltale shudders, the muttered ‘oh yeah’ as he humped up his pelvis. She saw the same signs every Sunday morning, every time her son had an orgasm.

Still dazed, Gary nodded weakly, his hands now gently stroking Andi’s bare belly, his beautiful boy-tummy pulled in, fingers lovingly circling his belly button, his chest stretched to show every rib, rising and falling. One hand stopped at Andi’s hip, fingertips sneaking under the elastic waist of Andi’s white shorts, ready to finish undressing him.

“He’s hot…” he growled deeply, just one tug away from divine splendor.

Just inches away, Andi’s stubby penis twitched as if still trying to ejaculate.

“Lift up, Sweetie.”

Andi lifted up and looked down as they slipped off his shorts. He wore boring white Fruit-of-the Looms underneath, fresh from the package. His mother bought six of them because that’s what Gary wore. They were size 8, comfortably tight on a slim ten-year-old boy.

“He’s hard as a rock,” Gary admired as he cupped Andi’s cloth-covered crotch, not even close to a handful.

He squeezed boy-parts to let Andi know who was boss, not hard enough to hurt. It was all about taking control. He met Paula’s bemused glance. There were no recriminations. Her acceptance made him glow, his innermost fantasy becoming true life. He took a deep breath, still grasping Andi’s sex organs. It all felt so right, a boy’s stiff small shaft compressed under his fingers, taut little balls tucked underneath. He massaged firmly, pressing deliberately hard on the undersized cock, relishing Andi’s contented sigh.

“Let’s finish undressing him,” Paula whispered furtively.

She was already tugging on Andi’s underpants, slowly pulling them down. Andi’s private parts were just coming into view when Gary yanked on the other side, stripping the boy. Suddenly, Andi was exposed down to mid thigh, leaving his fat pink penis standing straight up. He heard Gary’s spontaneous groan and instantly knew the man liked what he saw.

“Jesus, what happened to his cock?”

“I told it’s sexy.”

“Sexy doesn’t come close!” Gary stared. “He’s perfect. It doesn’t have a brown line like mine.”

“I had a plastic surgeon do him.”

“Damn! I didn’t know they could do it so tight!”

He licked his lips and cautiously extended his hand to gently caress Andi’s hip, his fingers reaching out to the stiff little dick, as if daring himself, prolonging anticipation.

“His knob really stands out…”

Andi’s mother finished taking off his Fruit-of-the-Looms as Gary touched her son’s bare penis for the very first time. He barely grazed the rigid hot shaft. Andi exhaled as the man’s fingers fondled ever so lightly, tickling tightly stretched inner skin before concentrating on the swollen purple tip. Andi’s body responded powerfully, his erection throbbing as his pulse raced higher. In a daze, he lay absolutely still, letting it happen, almost unaware that his mother lifted his knee, moving his thighs wide apart to show him off.

“I had him cut as tight as possible.”

“I saw some tight ones in the Marines. Nothing like this. Can he even masturbate?”

“I have to use baby oil,” Andi giggled.

“Fuck that for a joke!” Gary smiled. “Goddam; his balls are back near his ass hole…”

“We had them tightened at the same time,” Paula admitted, although she knew she shouldn’t.

“It’s like he barely has nuts,” Gary jeered. He liked what he saw.

Now curious, he bent Andi’s leg back so he could see underneath. It was immediately obvious that Andi wasn’t a virgin; the dark bruise around the ruddy kid-hole proved it. It wasn’t big yet, at least not like it would be when he finished with him. He glanced up, meeting Paula’s bemused eyes, both thinking the same thing.

“The sooner you get it over with, the better,” she said quietly as she removed Andi’s wrist bracelet.

Gary reached out and gently caressed Andi’s chest, deliberately rubbing his thumb across a small nipple. Andi sighed, the way he was supposed to when he had sex with a man. He heard his mother whisper ‘relax’. With the only light coming from the halogen spotlights in the hall, he couldn’t see much, so he closed his eyes.

Gary’s hands moved over his bare body, stroking leisurely. Fingertips grazed his penis, tantalizing the exposed glans. He flexed impulsively, needing more.

“Really hot,” Gary muttered, fingering the taut shaft

“What he likes most is when I rub the tip,” his mother said, furtively moving closer.

Andi scowled at her as Gary’s fingers squeezed the little red bulb, pinching into the knob. Andi was amazed that his penis could get even stiffer. It made him tremble. His thighs lifted higher. Gary rolled the nerve-filled glans between his first finger and thumb, his fingernail scratching in the pronounced groove underneath, right on top of Andi’s meatus.

“My favorite way to torture a ten-year-old,” he muttered, increasing the pressure.

Andi’s dick quivered with agonizing delight, bringing him more pleasure than seemed possible. He was seconds away from climax when Gary’s hand moved on to soothingly cup his balls. His other hand glided back up his abdomen to his nipples.

“He’s got big nipples for a boy,” Gary cooed, rolling fleshy skin until it pimpled and firmed.

Andi made the face of frustration. “For that, I’m eating off the grownup menu for dinner.”

“He’s so sensitive about his itty bitty titties.”

“That’ll cost you dessert, Mom.”

Gary grinned evilly. He pinched nubs and squeezed testes, hard enough that Andi whimpered. His mother held him down, completely exposed.

It went on and on until Andi cried, “Enough okay, I’ll eat off the kid’s menu.”

Gary settled back on his haunches. There was nothing on Andi except a chunky gold chain, glistening against his creamy unblemished skin. It was so thick it was a bit over the top.

“Gold looks good on him…” Gary playfully tugged on the chain.

“Birthday present from Simon,” Andi’s mother explained as Gary felt the weight of 18 CT gold.

“A couple of ounces; he must really like you,” Gary allowed, smiling at Andi. The chain was tight enough to be a dog collar.

“Hardly! Simon’s a friend. A good friend.”

It arrived a day late, gift wrapped in tropical foil and brought by Fed Ex from Georgetown in the Exumas, where Simon was bonefishing with Chas Rubenstein, managing partner of Levinstein, Feldstein, and Adler. Even duty-free, it was an expensive gift.

“I liked your present more,” Andi said, smiling back, certain it was Gary who sent the anonymous Apple laptop in addition to a signed-by-Tony-Hawk Skull-Classic skateboard.

She unfastened the chain and put it on the nightstand. She was barely able to hide her excitement. When she turned back, Gary was masturbating, making his thick cock even more bloated. Her son stared open-mouthed at the huge shiny head, the slit already oozing crystalline fluid. At the same time, he stroked Andi’s obstinate erection. It was tiny compared to his, yet the boy was far harder. In fact, Andi Junior almost looked painful.

Gary grinned obscenely at Andi. “Are you sure you want this in your ass? You’ll be sore as hell afterwards.”

“Tell him, Andi.”

“I want it all the way up my butt,” Andi said boldly.

Gary chuckled crudely. “You think we should call 9-1-1 before or after.”

“He needs an enema first,” Paula said, as if she’d just realized.

“I’m still okay from this morning, Mom!”

“It won’t take more than a couple of minutes to flush you out, Honey.”

“Mom!”

“You want to make a mess on the sheet?”

“You should’ve done it when we arrived.”

“You wanted to check out the hotel, remember? Anyway, this way you’ll be fresh, Sweetie.”

She hoisted him around, pulling his legs off the bed, surreptitiously winking at Gary as she made Andi stand up. With her hand firmly on her son’s shoulder, she guided him into the lavishly tiled bathroom. Grinning ear to ear, Gary got up from the bed and followed.

“Kneel in the tub so we won’t have to worry about you leaking, Andi.”

As Andi reluctantly stepped into the tub, he noticed Gary in the doorway. “Does he have to watch?”

She picked up a Fleet bag from the vanity and stripped off the plastic cover. Saline flushed him out better than tap water.

She glanced back. “He wants to see you get ready.”

“I don’t need an audience, Mom.”

“I can wait in the bedroom,” Gary retreated quickly.

“You need to know what to do when he stays with you next month. Butt up high so I can see what I’m doing, Andi,” she said with a determined tap on her embarrassed son’s butt.

Andi forced a smile in Gary’s direction “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He got into position while she secured the enema bag over the curtain rod, very aware that Gary was in the bathroom, standing next to his mother, both of them looking down at his naked behind. He was never more aware of his ass. His mom sat on the side of the tub, rubbing his back to relax him, positioning his butt even higher. With one hand, she spread his cheeks wide to show off his sex-hole.

“Beautiful buns,” Gary murmured from behind him.

Andi made his anus wink, tiny wrinkles that vanished as soon as he pushed out, opening himself up to show the man where his penis went in

“Better than pussy?” his mother asked teasingly.

“Ask me after I do him.”

Gary licked his lips. He could see the end of Andi’s penis dangling between his thighs, his little balls pulled taut underneath. He stared, more excited than he’d been in a long while. Andi’s small firm buttocks cleaved apart to reveal a crack with no hair at all, a ruddy little sex hole like a bull’s eye.

“He’s been fucked alright,” Gary observed huskily.

A ring of purple bruises attested that Andi had sex a week earlier. Gary knew about it the very next day. Paula came right out and told him her son had just spent the night with a man. He was envious, of course, and it bothered him, though not like he expected. He wouldn’t have been patient enough for Andi’s first time.

“Just an appetizer until there was enough room for you,” she teased.

“I need to flush him every time, huh?” Gary said, trying hard to stay in control.

“I would if I was you. It’s easier now he’s used to it.” She replaced the standard nozzle on the Fleet bag with a longer, more flexible tube. “This’ll be in his bag. The trick is to get it in all the way. Hand me that hand lotion from the vanity.”

“So I need to buy hand lotion?”

“Normally I use Vaseline. Anything but soap, unless want him itching afterwards.”

Gary sat down on the edge of the tub, increasingly fascinated as she unscrewed the cap and squeezed lotion on the business end of the new nozzle. His eyes went wide when she placed her left hand on Andi’s rump and parted his buttocks. After a quick smear of creamy lotion in his crack with her other hand, she eased her first finger into him and rotated her wrist several times before she withdrew it. Without pausing, she placed the nozzle at Andi’s anus. He inhaled as she gave it a little push to get started.

“There it goes,” Gary said, staring in awe.

It wasn’t just an inch or two that went in. The replacement nozzle was like a snake sliding into its hole. She paused at the end of his rectum, gently twisting the tube before pushing again. Andi winced. Three more inches went in before she paused again, the nozzle tip now deep inside his colon. Andi inhaled sharply and nodded. Another inch and he twitched, and two more inches after that, until he wasn’t sure he could still feel it any longer. There was a tickle in his belly that made him wriggle his hips and tighten his anus.

“It must be a really big plug,” Gary muttered, not believing his eyes.

“About the same size as you.”

“It’s a Samurai Junior from Japan. They make them especially for kids,” Andi said, increasingly discombobulated, yet still able to joke.

That got Gary’s attention.

“It’s tapered at the end so his hole stays tight,” she added. “I’m opening the bag, Honey,” she warned. “It’s in deep so we’ll get it all the first go.”

Andi could feel it, room temperature and not nearly as fast as her bath water flushes, which made him feel like he was melting inside. He looked along his chest, his belly sleek and firm, his fat little dick drooping down. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It always felt good flowing into him. It made him quiver.

“How long?” Gary asked when the last of it trickled from the bag.

She patted Andi’s back and slid out the still slippery tube. “A minute or two.”

“I’d better go pop a pill,” Gary said. It was increasingly hard not to stare.

“Good idea. I want you to do him properly.”

“How about Andi?”

“Trust me; he won’t need help getting a stiff.”

“I want him super-hard the whole night.”

“He doesn’t need a pill, Gary!” She was adamant.

She waited until Gary went back into the bedroom. “In a few minutes, you’ll find out what a real man feels like,” she said quietly. “I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Andi clenched his sphincter as water trickled out.

She patted his bottom. “Try to hold it in, Honey.”

“I’m trying! Can we use the Anal-Ese, Mom?”

“Not this time. I want you to feel him so you’ll always remember, Sweetie. I’ve got something that’ll make you nice and slippery for him.”

Chapter 22. “Sooo-goood.”

“Nice and slippery. I like the sound of that,” Gary said from the doorway.

He’d undressed and put on the complimentary white bathrobe with the Marriott hotel logo on the breast. It made him look even more distinguished, less soldierly. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and mussed up Andi’s hair.

“You looking forward to the Smithsonian tomorrow?”

“Mmmhmm. I gotta go, Mom,” Andi muttered.

She rubbed his buttocks, cupping each little cheek, pressing them together to help him keep it in. “Count to 100 first. You need to get everything out, Honey.”

Gary leaned and whispered something in her ear. Every time Andi peeked over his shoulder, Gary smiled down at him and nodded encouragingly. He was hot all over as he counted. By the time he reached 50 he was trembling, even hotter when spasms churned his gut.

“Mommm!” He’d reached 76.

“You’re cramping already? Okay, get on the potty.”

Andi squeezed down, fighting the pressure inside him, tightening his sphincter as he clambered out of the tub. He made it with not a moment to spare, evacuating his bowels in a splattering blast as soon as he sat on the seat. He closed his eyes and waited, vaguely aware that someone was stroking his hair. He gushed again and again until only liquid dribbled out. He couldn’t stop trembling.

“Good boy,” Gary muttered.

His hand gripped Andi’s clammy shoulder, a fatherly rub, before going back to ruffle-up hair and fondle his ears. Andi had beautiful ears, small and delicate, and perfectly shaped, tiny lobes that he simply had to kiss; and his hair was silky soft…

Andi hated the stench afterwards. His head drooped tiredly. He was always exhausted after the spasms ended. When he opened his eyes, his mother was sitting on the edge of the tub again, smiling at him.

“Are you done, Sweetie?”

“I think so… Do you have to do it again?”

She had his douche bottle in her hand, a fist-sized plastic bulb with a four-inch flexible tube. Suddenly nervous, Andi forced a weak smile and Gary smiled back, still making a mess of Andi’s tousled hair. He laughed and with one arm lifted Andi off the toilet seat. He turned him around, and scooped up his legs, holding him up as his mother hurriedly wiped his bottom with a warm soapy washcloth. She dried him with a big fluffy towel, ending with a lighthearted slap on his posterior.

“Hold him still, Gary, and I’ll squirt it up his ass,” she whispered.

Andi still heard. “Mom! I’m cleaned out, okay?”

“I need to get you ready for him, Honey.”

“You won’t feel like pooping after I’m done,” Gary added, tightening his grip.

Andi squirmed and clenched. She pressed his buttocks apart and poked her finger at his anus. He felt it slide inside, so greasy that it pushed through his tightly knotted muscle, all the way in and then out again. A moment later, the tube replaced it. It slid into him, not stopping until she squashed the cap of the bottle in his crack.

He felt it squirt in. It wasn’t cool like before. “Mom, I don’t need a second one.”

“It’s for you own good.” She pulled it back slowly, squeezing the bulb. “It’s just your baby oil, Sweetie. You want to be nice and slippery for Gary, don’t you?”

“Not enough to have baby oil squirted up my butt.”

“You’d rather dry out before he’s finished?” She emptied the bulb into him. “Okay, Gary, let him get rid of the excess.”

Gary held him over the toilet, until the dribble stopped.

She dabbed a wad of toilet paper into Andi’s butt-crack. “He’s ready to go.”

With a chuckle, Gary carried him back into the bedroom. He tossed him onto the nearest bed, clambering after him, grabbing skinny, hairless-smooth arms and legs. It was naked-boy fun, playful wrestling, yet very one-sided. He tickled bony ribs, exposed underarms, and tender feet until Andi begged for mercy.

Gary gave a sinister chuckle and kissed him, hot mushy kisses over his face, neck, and shoulders, lying half-over him with one leg between Andi’s slim thighs, pushing them farther apart. With his robe open in front, he drew Andi’s hand onto bare skin, inviting him to play with his chest hair while he reached for a very-erect boy-dick. It got a playful tug before his fingers moved onto fondling little boy-balls, then down into Andi’s greasy crack.

“You’ve got a cute little pussy,” he cooed, his index finger testing tiny wrinkles for potential elasticity.

Andi was sure he could feel baby oil dribbling out of his hole. It felt slippery between his buttocks and inside his thighs too. He wriggled uncomfortably, worrying more about making a mess on the sheets than what Gary was doing to him in front of his mother. He was playing with his anus, his fingers dipping inside, stretching the opening from side to side.

“You know what happens now?”

Andi couldn’t stop his ass twitching. “You’re going to stick me?”

Gary smirked. “Yeah, I’m going to stick my finger all the way up your ass.”

He shifted aside, his finger still inserted to the first joint. She lifted Andi’s leg, bending his knee. Gary gripped Andi’s other ankle, opening his crack. With his other hand, he inserted the tip of his middle finger into flexible flesh, piercing the slippery hole until the muscle gripped tightly.

“You know why I’m doing this?” His voice cracked with excitement.

“You’re checking for drugs?”

Gary laughed. “I need your hole big enough for my cock or you’ll squeeze it off.”

He pressed his finger through Andi’s anus, penetrating beyond his sphincter, curving up, forcing into the tender, sleek wall. Andi grunted, jerking his knees higher, lifting his butt off the bed.

“That’s the place, huh?”

Now, he knew exactly where to press, ‘second star to the right and straight on till morning.’ He squashed the rest of his finger into Andi, applying unhurried yet ample pressure, expertly exploring the rectum with his finger curled just right. With his other hand pressing Andi’s thigh into his chest, he began beckoning vigorously, strumming the juvenile gland.

“Yeahahhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhyeahh!”

Instead of more rubbing, Gary prodded his most sensitive spot. Andi bounced off the bed, trying to get away. At the same time, his body gripped tight. Gary twisted his finger inside the oily rectum until he found the little bump again.

“Push down!”

Andi tried to push down. He lasted two seconds before he shuddered and bucked. The finger pushed even harder, fluttering under his bladder, right where the good feelings started. He started to gasp, just moments away from holding his breath.

“I don’t want to cum… not yet,” Andi muttered, almost incoherent.

“He can get there quickly,” she warned, hurriedly undressing, tossing her clothes on the other bed.

By the time she was down to her panties, Andi was shaking uncontrollably. It had never happened that fast, at least a minute or two before he was close to the edge.

“Did you cum?” she asked directly.

He hadn’t; however, it felt nothing like his finger, or Jacob’s finger, or his mom’s finger. Way better than Bunny. It was rough and fast, like Gary was trying to hurt him.

“Sooo-goood,” he groaned.

“Sooo-goood,’” Gary groaned back.

He pumped his finger back and forth in Andi’s rectum, around and around, loosening his bowels. Andi trembled as it travelled right up inside him. He could feel his anus stretching as he tried not to whimper. Abruptly, Gary pushed his legs against his chest and leaned over him. He pushed in his finger and curled it again, lifting up. Andi strained against the pressure, not fighting it, making it feel even better by using his muscles. He could feel Gary’s finger sliding in and out of his anus, slippery with oil. He swiveled his hips, instinctively fucking himself, doing it until he was breathless.

Gary grinned down at him. “It’s fun, huh?”

His mother sat on the bed next to his head, holding his ankles back so he couldn’t move his legs. She leaned in with a kiss to his forehead, and a quick peck on his lips when he wasn’t expecting it.

“You ought to see him with his dildo.” She stroked Andi’s lips until he tried to bite her finger—a game from when he was teething. “You know what happens when a boy gets fucked by a cock as big as Gary’s?” she teased in his ear.

“He gets a week off school?”

“You‘ll be sore for a day or two, and then you’ll want to do it again.”

Suddenly, Andi realized that Gary had two fingers inside him, scissoring through his anus. He gasped as the fingers pumped in and out to make his hole larger. The two fingers went in deeper and deeper until he felt knuckles burrowing into his crack. He groaned, certain his anus would split. It felt like it was on fire, yet the discomfort soon faded with Gary’s fingers strumming right on top of his sex gland.

After another wet kiss on his lips, she reached between his thighs and flipped at his stubby erection. “Look at you! I’ve never seen you so horny.”

“I can’t help it! I’ve got high blood pressure,” Andi giggled, wiping her spit from his lips.

Gary chuckled. “That one sweet little cock, so tight it’s shiny.”

“From now on, it’s just for show,” she whispered to Andi, shamelessly masturbating him.

She kissed him again, and Andi kissed back, dueling with his tongue, twitching all over as her hand vibrated on his boy-cock, Gary’s finger stabbing into his boy-pussy.

Suddenly, Andi was hot everywhere. He tried to arch up, needing more, then trying to get away from it. His penis pulsed in his mother’s firm grasp, once, twice, then a powerful shudder as he strained against Gary’s fingers. He thought he might piss.

“Hold his legs, Paula.”

Andi looked between down, everything in plain view with his knees forced wide apart. Gary’s robe was off and his cock was massive, much bigger than Reed’s. It was circumcised with a glistening plum-red head. He only got a glimpse before Gary pointed it down where he couldn’t see. He craned his neck until he could see the shaft, slick and shiny, and pendulous balls, and neatly trimmed pubic hair. No sign of that big bulbous helmet. However, he could feel it.

“Relax your ass,” Gary ordered.

“Do it, Andi. Loosen up as much as you can.” Her fingers plucked his delicate boy-balls.

“Feel it?” Gary rasped, pushing forward, already close to ejaculating. There was never a nervous rush to get it inside Andi’s mother.

The head nudged between Andi’s cheeks, squashing into his sex-hole as if it belonged there.

“It’s really big,” he whispered.

Gary gave a tentative push. “Last chance, cowboy?”

“Go for it.”

“It’s going to hurt some.”

“My ass is toast, huh?”

It was like a big hot ball jabbing at his anus, shoving him up the bed until he couldn’t go any farther.

“It’s going in.” Gary increased the pressure ten-fold.

“You know what to do, Sweetie.”

Andi took a deep breath. Darth always hurt when he put it in. He’d learned when to relax, when to push back, when to grit his teeth and let it happen. It didn’t seem possible that something that big could go inside him, but it could.

“Another deep breath, Sweetie.”

“Owwww,” Andi wailed as it began to force through his anus.

It burned, worse than his first time with Jacob, worse than Darth. It felt like his ass was on fire.

“Hold him still.”

“Wait a minute. I’ll get you a condom.”

“I don’t use one with you.”

“You do with Andi. We agreed, remember?”

Gary shifted back on his knees, impatient as she hurried into the bathroom. Andi feasted his eyes on the man’s muscular chest, not nearly as hairy as Jacob. There was a tidy treasure trail from his belly button, a Marine-buzz on his crotch, pubic hair clipped so close he was almost bald.

“It’s huge,” Andi muttered, mesmerized by the man-sized cock.

The rim of Gary’s cock flared out, the sort of cock that could rupture a boy’s rectum if he wasn’t prepared.

“There’s no easy way,” Gary said quietly.

Andi felt weak. It began in his belly. Heat spread through him, leaving gooseflesh everywhere. His bottom kept trying to tighten up where Gary’s cock still touched him.. Oil was still leaking out of his ass. It was an unsettling sensation.

Gary grinned. “The three of us are going to have fun together.”

“If we order room service, can I get really order of the grownup menu?”

“You can get lobster if you want, only you won’t feel much like eating after this has been up your ass,” he laughed, flipping at his cock.

Andi giggled on cue, even though it wasn’t that funny. He cautiously extended his hand and touched Gary’s firm suntanned belly. Gary’s cock danced before him, thick and shiny, circumcised about a third of the way down. Gary’s scrotum was a huge wrinkled ball underneath—when it came to testicle size, he was the alpha male of the pack.

Andi needed to suck, a powerful urge deep down inside, stronger than ever before. He licked his lips and met Gary’s eyes, too embarrassed to ask.

“After it’s been up your ass, you can suck it. How are those Remz working out?”

“They’re awesome.”

Gary brought their cocks together, puny playing with powerful, connecting the heads and transferring his ooze onto Andi.

“I’m making precum, see?” Andi grinned.

“In your dreams, lover boy.”

The head of Gary’s penis was bloated with a gaping piss-hole and a prominent groove on the bottom. It dwarfed his tiny glans, almost comically plopped on the end of his unashamedly erect penis. He fingered the crystal-clear ooze into a slippery film. He needed to suck like never before. He needed the juice on his tongue even as he wondered whether it could fit in his mouth.

“I like my boys tiny; just like you.” Gary stroked the short hot shaft, still amazed.

Andi’s knob was tiny, purple tinged with red, and so shiny it looked polished, a mouthwatering cherry for a man who loved boys.

“Yours is hot,” Andi muttered, quivering, disbelieving that such a huge cock could feel so soft.

They touched the heads again and Gary squeezed out more juice, coating Andi’s glans with his slimy fluid before rubbing it in. Then, Andi did it, aligning the slits. Before the man noticed his wasn’t on the tip, Andi gave a brassy squirm and squashed their penises together, smearing the excretion over both of them.

His mother was still putting the top back on the squeeze bottle when she came back. The bulb was full of baby oil again.

“Pick one,” she said, dropping a handful of condoms on Andi’s belly, mostly his favorite color.

Instead of red, he held up lime green and grinned. “Martian, Mom.”

She nipped off the wrapper, handed it to Gary, and then tucked a hotel towel under Andi’s rump. She squirted baby oil on his crotch, drizzled it up his belly and chest, smearing it over his slim abdomen. Andi was more interested in watching Gary fit the condom, unrolling the latex like a tightly stretched sausage skin.

“Ready, hot stuff?”

“Is it time to watch Family Guy?” Andi asked mildly, looking sideways at the TV.

Gary guffawed. “I’m going to fuck you, and after that…”

“We’re playing rummy?”

“I’m fucking your mouth, Funny Boy.”

“I’ve got dental insurance, haven’t I Mom?”

“Lift up, Funny Boy,” she laughed, pulling on his shins.

Gary stuffed an oversized pillow under Andi’s back. He squatted on his haunches and ogled Andi’s exposed oiled body. He licked his lips as he took it all in, thin ripples of shiny skin at Andi’s waist, his almost hidden belly button surrounded by a faint bluish smudge, his oversized nipples still puffed out from earlier abuse, his balls like a little glistening walnut, his greasy stiff cock, his slim long thighs.

“Hold his ankles, Paula.”

She pulled Andi’s feet close to his head, forcing his butt even higher. Gary stared at the hole. It glistened with oil, bigger than it was supposed to be, not quite big enough to see inside him. Andi smiled at him from between his ankles and pushed out, flexing his anus invitingly.

“His cock’s incredible,” Gary muttered. It was amazingly bold to do that to a boy’s dick, even if he was queer.

He stroked Andi’s spermless balls with a nervous hand. They were exotic, the perfect addition to his stiff little dick. He loved the way the little wrinkled knob was set way back, making his twitching penis seem longer. He captured the left testicle and pulled up, squeezing lightly.

“You’re going to play with my nuts the rest of the night?” Andi quipped.

Gary positioned the head of his cock between Andi’s buttocks, parting his crack with his thumbs to make sure it was on target. Andi breathed in sharply as Gary poked at his opening. It was still too tight to permit entry. Gary did it again, even harder, driving in enough that Andi gasped. The burning returned and he felt his anus stretching.

“Relax, Andi,” his mother crooned. “You can do it. It’s just like taking Darth.”

“I’m trying… It’s so big.”

“I warned you,” Gary huffed, leaning in, one hand keeping his cock straight, the other gripping Andi’s hip to hold him in position.

“Hurts,” Andi whined, being funny shoved aside for the moment.

There were tears in his eyes when his mother turned his face into her breast, holding her hand on his forehead. She nodded to Gary. There was no easy way.

“You’re going to crave my cock when I’m done, cowboy,” Gary said almost gently.

“That’s why I’m here,” Andi muttered back.

Gary paused a moment, relishing the heat on his helmet. The boy’s anus felt like it was nibbling, trying its best to get bigger. He pushed harder. After a quick gasp, Andi squeezed back at him, certain that his anus was already bleeding. He expected long minutes of agony. Without warning, his slippery anus gulped the fat lime-green glans. Gary stopped pushing, poised above him. His mother leaned over him and looked down. Even after watching her son use her dildos, seeing him penetrated still made her shiver.

“It’s in, Sweetie.”

“Am I bleeding?”

“Don’t be silly, Andi.”

Gary was staring down at where his cock went in. He breathed deeply, unable to look away.

“It’s really hurting, Mom.”

“You know what to do.”

“Tease and squeeze, huh””

“It’ll be over sooner, Sweetie.”

Andi pulled his cheeks wide apart and started doing what boys were supposed to do.

“Fucking unbelievable,” Gary groaned between spasms of pleasure.

It was an unforgettable sight; Andi’s ass cheeks spread wide, little balls knotted, boy-dick wilting now that a man’s massive cock bulged into his rectum. Gary hadn’t ejaculated for five days. If he didn’t fuck the boy soon, he’d waste it.

He had to have proof, something to look at to remind himself he’d experienced Nirvana, masturbation material for his long trips to Kuwait. His cock was inside Andi for the first time. So what if the boy wasn’t a virgin; he was still incredibly tight despite being plugged for a week. Hot, gripping, passionate tight.

“Okay if I get some photos of him?” It was as close as Gary came to begging, his heart pounding and barely able to think each time he glanced down.

Andi gulped, trying hard not to push it out. He kept twitching, stretched so tight it was hard to imagine he wouldn’t be permanently loosened. At the same time, he needed the sensation. The bewildered look on his face was worth every cent of Gary’s first payment of $30,000 to the Andreas Fisher account at Cayman National Bank.

“I don’t want to see him on the Internet,” she said firmly.

“I’m not crazy…”

The camera was a digital Nikon, ultra-high-res; point and click; focus, speed, and aperture all automatic.

“He needs a camera, being in DC and all,” Gary gasped, gazing down. “It’s easy; just push the button…”

“We’ll enjoy playing with this on Sundays,” she teased, looking at her son through the viewfinder.

“I’ve got another present for you when I’m done,” Gary said, looking down at Andi.

Andi smiled back. He was also getting a set of Remz race-blades because his mother had his feet measured at Skates, Boards and More on Wednesday evening. He tried on six pair before he decided on red with black fittings to contrast with bright polished blades.

“Smile time, boys,” she snickered.

In seconds, she’d taken four flash photos of them from the other side of the bed. She moved in for three close-ups of Andi’s anus stretched around two thick inches of greasy-green latex-sheathed man-cock. Those were hot.

“Get his cock too,” Gary said, grinning at Andi.

She took two shots of her son’s oil-covered belly and groin, centering on his half-hard penis. With only a small part of Gary’s cock showing, it was obvious he was being fucked without actually seeing where it went in. For the next photo, she placed his thighs farther apart, making sure everything important was clearly visible in the viewfinder before she pressed the button.

“I’m tiny compared to Gary, huh?” Andi murmured.

“You’re perfect together.”

“Get his face when I start pushing in, okay?”

She nodded, completely unflustered as she took two photos of her son’s panicky face—she was used to seeing him goof off with his sex toys, nothing like this. Eyes nearly closed, mouth awry, grimacing erratically as Gary increased the pressure.

“Owwwww.”

“Let him get used to you before you go deeper, Gary,” she advised.

They waited a minute as Andi’s sphincter slowly adjusted to Gary’s erection. His body kept convulsing, so painfully tight down there, burning fiercely where it entered him. As much as it hurt, something kept him from crying.

“How’s he doing, Mom?”

“It won’t be much longer, Honey.”

“I think I can do him now he’s looser.”

She snapped another photo. The flash in his eyes distracted him more than Gary’s playful jab. She smirked down at Andi, tousling his hair.

“You’re going to remember this one forever, Sweetie.”

She lifted up his legs, draping them over Gary’s powerful thighs, careful not to dislodge the man’s penis. Gary took hold of Andi’s hips, raising most of his back off the bed, aligning the slender abdomen with his shaft. His mother knelt behind Andi’s head, using her free hand to rub his shoulders, snapping photos with the other.

Andi expected a half dozen hard thrusts before the man got his cock inside. Instead, Gary pulled him onto his cock. The worst of it was over before he realized, impaled on five inches of cock in exactly eight seconds.

“He’s burning up inside,” Gary groaned, his fingers gripping bony boy-pelvis.

Andi shuddered, sending waves of ecstasy through both of them. He wasn’t sure what happened. One moment Gary’s cock was stuck in his ass, and then it was buried inside him, deep enough that he didn’t think he could take any more. He craned his neck to look down, trying to see how much remained—at least a couple of inches, and Gary had already bumped his sex gland. Strangely, it didn’t hurt, at least not like he anticipated.

“Huge,” he groaned.

He knew that he’d be sore as hell afterwards. Erratic contractions strangled his anus, each one a sharp jab under his spine. As bad as they were, after a dozen or so he almost looked forward to the next one. He felt so full, like he’d become part of Gary’s body, the sensation so intense that he’d never forget it.

“Honey, make yourself feel good. It’ll help take your mind off it,” his mother crooned.

Andi’s right hand crept down his belly, onto his crotch, gently caressing his cock. It snapped to attention.

“Just look at you, all sexed up.” She was used to seeing Andi’s penis erect, almost never flopping around like a normal boy.

“He’s really in there, Mom.”

“I know, Sweetie.”

Gary’s cock forced his buttocks wide apart, and he ached inside. His sex-hole was ablaze, stretched beyond its elastic limit. Suddenly, he wanted Gary to kiss him. He reached up and pulled Gary’s head down. They kissed tongue to tongue.

“More,” Andi whispered.

“More of this?” Gary whispered back.

He squeezed against Andi, penetrating another fraction of an inch. Andi gasped even as he began withdrawing. Not too far; Andi wasn’t ready for deep strokes. He paused momentarily before sliding his thickness back into the boy’s grasping heat.

Andi winced, clenching his teeth against the ache. Inhaling, he nodded deliberately. His mom couldn’t help but be proud. They looked good together, her smooth, sleek son trembling as the man’s cock slowly eased back again. Gary was awfully big, maybe too big for him; however, it was too late to stop.

It was all Andi could do to breathe when Gary shoved in again, penetrating even deeper. Suddenly, what was happening to his butt demanded his full attention. He was certain he was going to explode any second.

“Just relax… Let it happen and you’ll be okay.”

“I’m trying.”

Andi fingered his belly-button, wondering why it was hurting. His penis had never been so hard, not even when Jacob sucked it. He met Gary’s eyes, both of them knowing that he’d never forget, not in a million years.

“Kolbász is like really, really hard, Mom.”

“Kolbász?” Gary asked.

“It’s what we called his weenie.”

She was glad that Gary didn’t have much hair, just a fuzzy treasure trail and a few wisps on his chest—it made him look younger. A man and a boy having full-blown intercourse; it thrilled her as well. She smiled, watching his hand as he fondled.

Andi grinned up at them, increasingly confident. “It means ‘sausage.’ You want some Hungarian sausage?” He aimed it at Gary’s face.

She zoomed in, snapping memories for later, Gary laughing and flipping at her son’s little boy-cock, glistening hard.

Gary grinned. “I glad it’s not his first time.”

It was a tight fit at the opening, the way it was supposed to be. After that, there was nearly an inch of pliant yet constricting boy-muscle clamped around his cock. However, beyond Andi’s sphincter, his plug-stretched rectum was more than big enough.

“Me too,” Andi muttered. “It’s like having sex with a horse.”

Gary laughed, relishing sensations forbidden to 99.99 percent of American men. He was the one in ten thousand who knew what it was like to have a little boy squirming on the end of his rock-hard cock.

“A couple more fucks and it’ll be a perfect fit,” he teased back.

He’d gone straight in, not aiming for anything in particular, the same way he always fucked Andi’s mother. However, boys were built different so he tilted Andi’s hips down, lowering his back onto the bed. Andi gasped as a shudder ripped through him. He wanted to groan ‘yes’, it felt so good. He still wasn’t ready to enjoy it, but he wasn’t wailing either.

“Pull him in with your legs, Andi,” his mother instructed.

‘I… I… can’t….”

It felt like his body had turned into jelly, or play dough, or the modeling clay his art teacher used to teach sculpture to Weiner’s fourth graders. He was vaguely aware she was repositioning his legs, hooking his feet behind Gary’s butt, locking him in for the ride as Gary raised his mid-section again.

“Now pull him in, Andi,” she ordered.

He strained, pulling with his thighs and leg muscles. He was skinny, but skating made for strong legs, and he crooked his heels into Gary’s butt for extra leverage. The man’s cock slid in. Straight into his rectum. Up to his colon and then some. He gasped, quaking like a fish on a spear.

“It’s about time you learned how to fuck,” she teased. “Is it gooood?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s good,” Andi panted.

Somehow, he managed to wriggle back an inch or two. The huge cock-head jerked out of his colon. Instantly, he wanted it back, even more than he’d come to need Darth all the way inside him. Gary pulled him closer and jabbed at the same time, and he was skewered again, even deeper than before.

“Again,” Gary ordered hoarsely.

Again, Andi pried the man’s glans out of his colon, groaning as it dragged through his rectum. Luckily, it rubbed his gland on the way out. It was good, but nothing like it was going in. He didn’t have to wait long. The next time came a few seconds later. Gary’s cock stabbed fast and hard into his special place. He grunted, barely remembering he was supposed to use his legs when Gary hauled him closer.

“I like fucking like this,” he panted.

It was hard to breathe with six thick inches of cock inside him. It went deeper until he thought he might burst. Another inch, and it was right up inside him. His mother took a photograph of his face, gasping, panicked, euphoric joy, absolute bliss.

“Do it again,” she said hoarsely.

Andi pushed back. Impossibly, Gary’s cock went even deeper. She took another photograph of where they joined, although there wasn’t much to see, just Andi’s pulsing erection and shriveled-up balls, a stretched green-latex ring, and Gary’s trimmed pubic hair.

“Good boy,” Gary said, smiling down.

Already, he could feel the tension leaving the boy’s slim body, the little sphincter loosening and starting to suck, all that baby oil sloshing inside him, slimy seething heat baking his cock.

He started to thrust rhythmically, using the full length of Andi’s rectum for his pleasure. He drew back too far and his cock popped through the opening. It was like extracting a champagne cork. It wasn’t out for very long, just enough for Andi to feel empty. With a firm push, Andi’s body gulped it in.

“That plug really did a job on him,” he said.

“He’s not too loose is he?”

Andi gasped loudly as Gary pushed down his hips. “Mom?... Mom? Don’t let him move.”

“Is it hurting?”

He shuddered, shaking his head. “No! No! I’m close to cumming.”

Suddenly, he shoved at Gary’s thighs; however, Gary held his hips so he couldn’t get away. Gary began frantically pumping him up and down on his cock. Andi came hard and fast. He kept bucking his pelvis wildly, his face scrunched up as agonizing spasms burst from his bowels.

“Keep fucking yourself,” Gary ordered.

He leaned low, slobbering over Andi’s face, massaging his sweaty heaving chest, sucking love bites on his neck, somehow managing to make his over-sized nipples even firmer.

“You know what to do, Paula.”

“Pull yourself onto it, Andi. That’s what gay boys do,” his mother added.

Andi was shaking as she leaned over him, kissing his luscious lips, even licking his face. In his frenzy, Andi didn’t need encouragement. He did what he needed to do to feel good. He strained against Gary’s manhood, squeezing down on the thrusting cock, groaning loudly as his mother covered his body with wet kisses.

“You like it up your ass, don’t you?” Gary teased.

Andi hooked his feet behind Gary’s butt and pulled them together as hard as he could. As soon as he relaxed, Gary shoved him away, dragging his cock through Andi’s traumatized rectum, surprised at how easy it was. His next thrust was the deepest yet. Andi writhed on his shaft, using his heels to keep the fat glans lodged in his colon. There was a moment when he thought he might die from pleasure. Instead, he peed on himself.

“He’s got all of it now,” his mother confirmed through the viewfinder, mopping up the trickle when it reached Andi’s navel. “You like it, don’t you Sweetie?”

“It’s good,” Andi gasped, trying to tighten up even more. He needed more spasms. He tried to wriggle his pelvis.

“Fuck yourself. You know you want to,” Gary cajoled.

He pulled back until his helmet tugged at Andi’s wide-open sphincter, oozing a trickle of oil. Whining, Andi shoved himself down. Gary’s cock slid into his bowels, squelching loudly.

“Do it again!” Gary eased back, almost too far. Fortunately, Andi clamped down at the last moment.

With a grunt, he pulled himself down the bed until Gary’s pubis squashed against his butt.

“Now we turn your ass into boy-pussy,” Gary growled.

“Pussy is cool,” Andi peeped.

“Go down all the way and stay there,” Gary ordered, nodding at her. This was the make or break point as far as he was concerned.

She nodded back. “Go on Sweetie.”

Andi pushed at him, squirming like a fish on a hook as the man’s cock slid through his rectum. He tilted his hips and forced himself down, not slowing until it jammed in his colon again. The entire head and a bit of the shaft had turned the corner when he stopped. Not even Darth could do that. He shuddered, not daring to breathe. There was no feeling like it, not even close.

She held Andi’s hands. “Fuck yourself with it in all the way.”

“I… I can’t.”

“Yes you can. You’re going to do it until you cum,” Gary added.

Andi relaxed and tightened his sphincter, needing the man’s sex organ to move back and forth. Gary wouldn’t move unless he did. He was too exhausted to move. He reached for his cock. She pulled his hands behind his head.

“This is why you used Darth, Andi.”

“I know, Mom. I can do it.”

Andi gulped air and rocked his pelvis from side to side. He could feel it moving around inside him. He pushed down hard, squashing his little bottom between Gary’s thighs, shuddering as the man’s cock rammed deeper.

“It feels like it’s way up inside me, like it’s coming out my belly button.”

She rubbed his belly, hiding the shadow of Uranus, the smudge slowly darkening despite her carefully applied makeup. Closing his eyes, he rocked his pelvis so the cock twisted inside him.

“Mom, my tummy hurts,” he whimpered.

“Go with the flow, Sweetie.”

She grasped his penis with her other hand, throbbing proudly and fully erect, one finger reaching past his balls to stroke where Gary’s cock went in. She could feel its slippery heat, the veins swollen where it disappeared into Andi’s taut hole. It was bigger than Darth dildo, yet he didn’t seem to mind.

He climaxed again, a blur without pressure building up, just a sudden, overwhelming ache. He shuddered as his body clamped down. It was gone in seconds, still powerful enough that he groaned. Gary laughed, his cock barely moving, still enough to make Andi squirm.

“I’m ready to finish, Paula. Suck his dick, while I do his ass.”

She bent over her son, tonguing his undersized penis and scrotum before she opened her mouth to take him in. She sucked on his stubby stalk, so hot and hard, inhaling the musky smell of man-boy sex. She was so excited that she didn’t notice the taste of baby oil. Between Andi’s widespread thighs she could see Gary’s thick dark cock, the bright-green glistening shaft sliding in and out of her son’s body. He was sealed so tight there that almost none of the oil escaped, just a greasy film on Gary’s cock as he pumped back and forth.

She was shaking when she lifted away from Andi’s spit-covered cock. “Now that’s hot,” she muttered.

She’d never seen anything like it. She took a string of rapid fire photos to remember it by; Gary’s huge latex-sheathed cock pumping through her son’s battered ass right in front of her face. Repeatedly, Gary’s thick phallus emerged, shiny and streaked with morsels of mucus. It paused momentarily, and then in a rush, slid back inside. By then, Andi’s anus was a thin red line that curled back on itself with every outstroke.

“Fuck him good, Gary. He needs to know what men do to little gay boys.”

“He won’t poop for a week after this,” Gary jeered, thrusting firmly into quivering flesh.

She could hear the cock churning inside her son, little gurgles in his belly, the oil sucking, squelching, changing him forever.

“Do his nuts,” Gary ordered when he slowed down.

She bent down again, this time sucking on Andi’s small balls, pulling his testicles behind her teeth, gnawing on the tender pouch, leaving her own special love bite. Andi writhed under her, his fingers grasping at her hair, desperate to get his cock inside her mouth again. She kept licking his gonads.

“Suck my dick, Mom,” Andi panted.

Gary laughed crazily. “I’m getting real close to losing it. Let’s give him a cum to remember.”

She swapped boy-balls for boy-cock, bobbing her head until Andi arched up, testing every muscle as he tried to fuck. Gary held his hips firmly, keeping his cock fully embedded in the shuddering ass. His mother sucked urgently, greedily, shamelessly, aware they’d never be able to look at each other as mother and son again.

Andi’s slim thighs quivered, straining his agonizingly hard penis into her mouth. Her son was going to dry-cum any second. She sucked harder, faster, fondling his tender balls rougher than was prudent under the circumstances, tugging them down, trying to stretch the tiny pinched pouch.

She could feel Gary’s cock swelling up, getting ready to discharge. It jabbed deeper, harder, faster, enough to make Andi groan. Gary’s pubis crushed against Andi’s buttocks, which could only mean the head was deep inside his body. No wonder his slender abdomen was flecked with sweat.

“Ahhhhhhahhhhahhhhhahhhhh.”

The sound made her quiver, greasy squelches, gasps of pleasure, whimpers of delight as man and boy rutted, racing closer to orgasm. All of it was etched in her mind, especially the smell from inside Andi, his little lithe body trembling as he used his internal muscles to massage the cock he so desperately needed.

“So good,” Andi groaned.

“Keep fucking yourself, Sweetie. He’s going to cum any second.”

Gary moved back a few inches, enough for her to see where his cock disappeared inside her son. Andi’s crack was shiny and crimson, split so wide that it startled her. Gary’s glossy green cock moved relentlessly, gliding in and out of his dilated hole. She touched it, stunned by the heat. She pressed the shutter, a close-up of her fingers grasping the last two inches of adult erection.

Gary’s bloated cock slid in entirely. Immediately, Andi groaned. He shoved at her, shuddering violently as Gary’s thick cock yanked back, squashing past his gland. Grabbing Andi’s hand, she furiously rubbed her cleft, pressing his little thumb against the nub, driving two skinny fingers into her cunt.

A moment later, Andi grunted and strained down. It sent the man over the edge. He slammed into Andi’s small buttocks, driving deeply as he began to buck.

“Mom, he’s coming,” Andi wailed as the cock jammed deeper.

She already knew. She could feel the semen being forced through Gary’s cock, gobs of it squirting along the thick, pulsing urethra. The pressure inside her son was enormous. He tried to push away. His thighs were so weak he couldn’t move. Gary’s cock stayed deep, throbbing, spurting, filling him up. If they weren’t using a condom, he was sure semen would’ve squirted out of his mouth.

“Mom, Mom…”

“That’s my boy. Get it all out,” she said, encouraging Andi to squirm on Gary’s still pulsing cock.

She rubbed frantically, her fingers squashing Andi’s fingers even harder into her tender clitoris.

Suddenly oversensitive, Gary withdrew, making sure to hold onto the condom. It sucked loudly out of Andi’s oily rectum, leaving a vacuum. Andi gasped as the engorged head popped out. He gaped in disbelief at Gary’s swollen cock. It looked like there was a quarter-cup of semen in the end of the condom, enough to make it balloon out and sag from the tip. He wanted to touch it but Gary was too far away.

“Did you cum?” Gary demanded breathlessly.

“About to, but you pulled out,” Andi huffed, still shaking.

He felt something dribble from his anus. It was impossible to stop it.

“Finish him off, Paula.”

She took over, grasping Andi’s stiff little penis with two fingers and thumb. She rubbed furiously, abrading the tender skin. With nothing but her vaginal juices to slick up his swollen, throbbing dick; he went wild, bucking madly against the fierce burning. One spasm after another wracked his slim naked body. It felt like something was coming out of his penis. He knew it wasn’t. No matter how much it throbbed, nothing ever came out.

The last thing Andi heard before he fainted was, “I’m so proud of you.”

Chapter 23. ’Weird’

“I’m so proud of you, Sweetie. You were so grown up about everything.”

Andi gave the same ‘yeah Mom’ shrug that he’d perfected at age eight. He wanted to listen to the radio, Mariah Carey saving the day. He closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember being so tired.

She glanced sideways at him, dozing in the sun streaming through the windscreen, slim bare arms at his sides, red Smithsonian-dinosaur T-shirt, and red fleecy gym pants. It looked as if he’d dressed to match his bright red Corvette.

“I know it was a little weird with me being there all the time, Sweetie, but it was magnificent watching you with him, my little boy finally proving he’s gay,” she said with a smile.

They’d only just woken up when she watched them do it again, her son skewered on Gary’s thick cock. Andi kept looking down at the huge latex-sheathed shaft, marveling at the sight and noting Gary's excitement.

“I’m definitely gay after this, huh Mom?”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.”

It was after midnight by the time he fell asleep. The last thing he remembered was licking her front while Gary fucked her ass. He did it the same way as he fucked Andi’s ass, like there was only one way to do it.

“Did you have a good time?”

“Mmmmm,” Andi sighed dreamily. “I like Gary a lot, Mom.”

“Sounds like I’d have to share him after this.” Not that she minded watching her son’s sodomy up close and personal.

He smiled and blinked, and winced when he shifted position even slightly.

“Are you still sore, Sweetie?”

For most of two days he’d complained about his ass being sore, though it didn’t stop him from having sex. She worried about possible tears in his rectum. Each time he showered afterwards, but before he got in the shower, she had him bend over the vanity to make sure he wasn’t damaged back there. She expected to see blood; instead, his anus was swollen and puffy where it was supposed to pucker. She’d checked inside too, carefully inserting her finger into his dilated sex-hole and feeling around before she stretched his buttocks wide apart to see into him.

“Kinda. Itchy mostly.” He concentrated, pulling up with his inner muscles. “I feel lots bigger inside, Mom.”

“An asset, Sweetie.”

Andi giggled. “’Bigger is better’, that’s what Reed said.”

“Now you’re a working boy, keeping in shape is essential.”

“So I’m not done with Darth, huh?”

“The only problem is we need to keep your pussy hole small, Honey. Men like their boys tight but flexible.”

“It doesn’t get loose if I use Mr. Buzzy, Mom.”

“That’s why I bought him. The important thing is you were ready for Gary. We can work on the rest.”

She hadn’t forgotten the last time. It was right after brunch at the very fashionable Jordan’s Food Emporium. The door had barely closed behind them before Andi ripped off his clothes. Gary scooped him up and carried him to the bed. Check out time was noon, 55 minutes away, so Gary didn’t waste time with foreplay. He went in fast and deep. One solid thrust got most of his cock in boy-ass. After that, Gary pummeled him through a mind-boggling orgasm before he slowed down. He was still shaking when his mom urged Gary to fuck him so hard it hurt. At first, he thought she was teasing again. She wasn’t. Gary thumped against his butt, bruising his colon with every stroke. However, once he was used to it, he wanted it to go on forever. He was babbling his way through another orgasm when Gary climaxed inside him.

“My ass feels like it’s broke.”

“I tried to warn you. That’s what happens with a big one,” she teased.

She’d showed him in the mirror after Gary left for the airport. He lay back on the bed, his feet pulled back to his ears. At the time, she had two fingers inside his ass, spreading creamy analgesic paste where he needed it most.

“It feels like he stuck a wine bottle up my ass,” Andi giggled.

“Maybe next time you’re with him, you won’t be so eager.”

“Don’t bet on it, Mom.” Andi turned his head to the side and murmured in his little-kid voice, “Sweepy time now.”

He faked a wide-open yawn, closed his eyes, and pretended to snore while he squeezed against the lingering ache. It felt as if Gary’s cock was still buried inside him, still stretching his anus impossibly wide, still ramming into the tender node under his bladder. He would never forget being in agony. Just thinking about it felt good. He wriggled, turning side-on in the sculpted leather seat so the pressure was on his side, not his bottom.

“You’re leaking, Sweetie,” she observed with a smile.

Andi touched the seat of his sweatpants, finding a damp spot. “Yuk.”

Baby oil, KY jelly, his own excretions, it could have been any of them; they were all mixed together. He thought he’d gotten it all out.

“Imagine how messy you’d be if you didn’t use a rubber with him,” she teased.

“You should’ve worn one with him when he did it in your ass.”

Until he saw it happen, he didn’t believe that Gary’s huge cock could fit in her butt, even though it fitted in his. Somehow it squeezed through his mom’s hole. Gary pushed against her, straining against her until the bulbous head suddenly slipped through. With a kind of shocked look, she shuddered as it sank deeper. He’d grinned at Andi as he shoved it in all the way. He had an up-close view as he licked his mother’s pussy. For nearly a half hour, Gary pummeled her ass on and off while she sucked his stiff little penis and tongued his balls. She groaned like he did, yet Andi could tell she didn’t enjoy being fucked in the ass, not like he did.

“Maybe I should’ve let him cum in you so you know what I have to go through.”

“Your butt wasn’t that messy until it started to dribble out,” Andi snickered.

“Gary wanted to cum in you, Honey, not me.”

“So why didn’t you let him?”

“My beautiful gay boy needs to save that for someone he loves,” she said.

“It’s just sperm, Mom. I had it in my mouth often enough.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s not the same when it goes in your ass, especially if you’re in love with him.”

Andi kept on fingering the damp spot, lightly poking fleecy cloth into his tender crack. He covered a yawn with his hand, sniffing his fingers without meaning to. It wasn’t a bad smell. At least, it wasn’t ‘fishy’ like her stuff.

“Is it itchy inside?”

“About the same as when you checked me.”

“Imagine if you had sex with Reed and you didn’t use a rubber. Having his cum sloshing around inside you.”

Andi rubbed at his butt. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“It’s not going to happen until you’re old enough to decide it’s worth the risk; that’s the rule.”

“What if we love each other?” he asked shyly.

“You do, don’t you?”

A warm glow filled his tummy every time he thought about Reed. Whenever Reed looked at him, it made him feel hot even though he had gooseflesh all over. Reed was always swatting his butt, and teasing him, and looking at him, and now he knew why.

“He said he loves me, Mom.”

She regarded him, raising an eyebrow teasingly. “Are you ever going to tell me, Sweetie?”

“How do you always know stuff?” Andi sighed. “Did Reed tell you?”

She smiled back at him.

“We did it without a condom.” He paused, expecting a snippy jibe.

“It had to happen eventually. I don’t mean to pry, Honey; was it good?”

“It was cool. We didn’t do it very long.”

“That’s normal for your first time together.”

“My first time with Gary lasted forever. It kind of got boring,” Andi giggled.

“Don’t get snarky, Sweetie. I know having Reed inside you was special. That’s why I had him put Mr. Buzzy in you, so his sperm would leak out afterwards.”

“Gross, Mom!”

Suddenly, the traffic slowed for the merge with I-495. She braked hard and swerved into the left lane. With a throaty roar, the Corvette accelerated, 85 mph and only yards away from the Mercedes limo in front.

“Did you feel warm and squishy afterwards? I always do.”

“Do we have to talk about it right now?”

“Don’t be embarrassed, Andi. I think it’s sweet you had Reed’s cum in you all night.”

“I had the runs in the morning, Mom.”

“You’re lucky you can poop it out. I have to worry about having a baby. Anyway, Reed’s a bottom, so it won’t happen that often.”

“That’s what he said.” It was now or never. “When I came, it was like I died or something. Reed says I blacked out.”

“You might have. A really good cum makes me light-headed too. I bet it’s no different for you.”

“Mom, he didn’t touch Kolbász.”

“Oh! Oh my! You had an anal orgasm with him? Seriously?”

“I was all shaky inside and I couldn’t breathe properly. I felt so helpless.”

“I’m sure it’s perfectly normal for a boy.”

“It wasn’t *normal*, Mom! It was like I was falling and I saw this man with a beard. He wanted me to come to him. He was on a cliff, and the light was so weird, like it came from below.”

“Did Reed give you Ecstasy?”

“He’s not like that, Mom.” He rubbed at his butt, wondering if each time would be as special.

“You still itchy back there?” She patted his bottom, feeling bare firm flesh under his fleecy pants. “You better show me, Sweetie.”

Obediently, Andi pulled down the rear of his pants and parted his buttocks so she could see his sex hole.

She glanced sideways. “Forget the wine bottle. You look like you’ve been having sex with a stallion.”

She steered with her left hand, reaching across with the other. He was hot and moist, so loose that her fingertip slipped in. “It’s not nearly as red as it was earlier.”

“Still hot but… Mmmmmm…. Tickles… Uhhmmmm. Go deeper… Please…”

The difference was hard to believe. His anus had closed up since noon, though it quickly relaxed as she rubbed the opening. It wasn’t spongy like it was immediately after sex. Instead, it flexed, like an elastic band around her finger. She pushed deeper into her son’s bottom, easily penetrating his sphincter and gliding into his rectum.

“It feels mushy, Honey. You should’ve let me put Mr. Buzzy inside you for the trip home.”

“It was too sore, Mom.”

She stroked his balls with her thumb and her finger wriggled from side to side. “You’re really stretchy now. Of course, after two days, I’m not surprised. Mine’s always more flexible after I’ve been with Gary. Hopefully, you’ll tighten up before next weekend.“

“That’s when I go to Newport, huh?”

“You don’t ever want to sound bitchy, Honey. I know you’ll have a great time with Alvin.”

“Allvvvvinnn!”

“Chipmunk or not, you’ll be exhausted by the time I pick you up. The only question is whether you’re ready for some kinky stuff.”

However, Andi was asleep. He snoozed all the way to the outskirts of Philadelphia before he yawned, turned over, and went back to sleep. They were on the New Jersey Turnpike when he woke up again.

“I need a bathroom,” he muttered, suddenly aware of a cramp growling in his bowels.

“How bad?”

“Like stuff’s going to come out.”

“Is it runny, Honey?”

“How the hell I supposed to know?”

“I should’ve given you another flush before we left. Some drainage is normal if you do it a lot.”

“How many times is a lot?”

“With Gary, once is a lot. I still can’t believe you didn’t cry when he did you hard,” she teased.

“It wasn’t that bad, Mom.”

“Lucky you! I hate it when he thumps me like that. Keep your eyes open for a rest stop.”

Andi gingerly repositioned himself so he could see out the window without sitting on his butt. “So what’s Alvin like?”

“He’s different. The good news is he really likes you.”

“I need details, Mom.”

“He’s smaller than Gary,” she joked.

“I meant as a person, Mom.”

“He’s not very talkative with me, unless it’s about Wall Street.”

“Besides that.”

“He really likes you, Honey. He’ll probably kiss you to death,” she added with a snicker.

“Before, you said he was weird at times?” Tightening his anus didn’t help; it still felt icky back there.

“Only about certain things. Nothing to worry about, Sweetie.”

Andi took a deep breath to settle the butterflies in his tummy. He clamped down again and hoped nothing would come out. “So how’s he weird?”

“Once you get used to him, it won’t be a problem. A little bit kinky is fun, you’ll see.”

“Kinky how, Mom?”

“It depends. I expect you’ll do things with him that aren’t… well… you know, normal.”

“Like what?”

“It’s hard to explain, Sweetie.”

“So try.”

“After today, my beautiful gay boy doesn’t need to worry. If you can handle Gary, Alvin is easy.”

Mom?”

“I know I told you about his man-friend. Actually, Leslie’s a transvestite.”

“So he’s a weird chipmunk now?”

“Don’t be silly, Sweetie. Leslie’s a lovely man… woman… whatever. Anyway, he won’t do anything with you because he’s not into little boys.”

“Phew! You had me worried for a moment.”

She laughed. “He’s got a son. Teddy; he’s not his real son, of course; he’s adopted. He’s in third grade, so he’s younger than you. He’s like a little version of Leslie, only he’s got brown hair, not short like yours. I know you’ll adore him.”

“So, has Leslie had like a sex change or something?”

“I don’t know about him, but Alvin said Teddy had a little operation on his privates to help get him started.”

“His dick’s like mine, huh?”

“I think it had more to do with his balls. You’ll have to ask Alvin, Sweetie.”

“So does this Teddy kid wear girl clothes and stuff?”

“I’ve only met him one time, at that Halloween party I went to last year. He went as the Little Mermaid, little shiny scales all over him, and his hair, it must’ve taken hours to do it, just a mass of curls.” She laughed. “I expect every woman there was envious.”

“Most of them were probably transvestites, Mom.”

“Very likely. It’s hard to tell the difference sometimes.”

“Getting dressed up in women’s clothes and pretending to have boobs and a pussy, you got to admit that’s uber-weird, Mom”

“Let me get this right. If weird is masturbating until Kolbász looks like a polish sausage, then uber-weird must be having sex with your hair brush,” she teased.

“Uh uh. Uber-weird is you sticking Darth Vader up my ass.” Andi burst into a flurry of giggles.

“Actually, that’s just variety, Sweetie. Uber-weird is you playing with my pussy while a man sticks Darth up your ass, or being tied up to have sex.”

Suddenly, Andi was wide-awake. “You’re talking about Alvin, right?” He grinned when she didn’t answer. “So I’ll have to wear a ball gag and cock ring, or we talking handcuffs and ropes?”

“You think you’d like being restrained like that?”

“I guess. I think about it sometimes.”

“He told me what he wants to do.” She paused, thinking ‘one step at a time.’ “While you’re tied up, he’ll do things to your body.”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

“If I tell you, it’ll take away the surprise.”

Andi grumbled under his breath before waved his finger at the next exit sign; a mile away was a Mickey D’s and a Wendys’. “Do nipple clamps hurt?”

“I bet there’s not another boy at Wiener who knows about nipple clamps,” she laughed.

“It’s Weiner, Mom,” Andi sighed. “I can’t help being promiscuous.”

“You mean precocious, Sweetie.”

“Reed said I shouldn’t be promiscuous.”

“That's different. You may turn out to be promiscuous, too. Most gays are, so you’ll be perfectly normal. What if Alvin made you wear Fritzy’s collar when you’re with him.”

He touched his neck, covered in blotchy love bites from Gary and his mother. There were more bites on his shoulders and chest, and his penis was still inflamed from near-constant sucking.

“Okay, that’s uber-weird.”

She gave him the ‘look.’ “I’d agree except we both know you like being told what to do.” She didn’t add that Andi’s counselor at Weiner told her that was why he let himself be bullied. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, Honey. I think being with Alvin will be good thing.”

“Because he’s into pain and suffering?”

She was still laughing when she slowed to 55, midway through the exit ramp. “Seriously, Sweetie, I wouldn’t be surprised if he put you on a leash when you have sex.”

Andi couldn’t stop wriggling. “I really got to go, Mom.”

“I’m going as fast as I can.” She slammed the brakes at the first intersection. “Mickey D’s or Wendys?”

“Whatever’s closest!” Panic had set in, his eyes closed, teeth clenched, fists clamped like his bowels.

She pulled into the Pilot Gas Station, skirting the pumps to park in the handicap space outside Mickeys’ front door. Andi bolted, not closing the car door behind him. Five minutes later, she suspected the worst. With a change of clothes in hand, she went to find him.

She knocked on the restroom door. “Andi, are you in there?”

He unlocked the door and quickly closed it behind her. “My butt exploded,” he sniffled, half-naked and barefoot.

His fleecy red track pants were crumpled in the sink along with handfuls of paper towels.

She put his clothes on the baby changing table. “You really made a mess, didn’t you.” She made him turn around. “You need a diaper, Boychik.”

“You’re so funny, Mom. At least it’s not poopy.”

“Hold your shirt out of the way.” She grabbed more hand-towels and went to work on his butt. “I’m sure it’s just a fluke; but we’ll plug you with Mr. Buzzy for now.”

“Do we have to?”

“I won’t switch it on, okay? Let me see your crack, Sweetie.”

Andi bent over, reaching behind to part his buttocks.

“Your poor little hole is all slimy,” she teased. “I never have this much mucus. Push out, Sweetie.”

She placed the torpedo-shaped egg at his anus. He pushed out, instinctively aligning his pelvis by leaning forward, his head resting on the changing table. She pressed with her thumb until it disappeared inside him, wiped his bottom and thighs with damp toilet paper, and dried him off with a paper towel.

She gently tugged on the nylon cord loop to get his attention. “You sure you don’t want Mr. Buzzy switched on, Sweetie?” He grimaced over his shoulder. “Let’s get you dressed,” she said before he could complain.

As soon as he saw the pants she’d brought with her, he shook his head. “I’m not wearing it in public, Mom.”

“Then, you’re walking to the car with nothing on.” She slapped his butt lightly.

“I might as well be nude.”

“Stop grumbling, Sweetie. “ She held his pants at knee height for him to step into. “I’d give anything to have a butt like yours”

“It doesn’t mean I have to show it to everyone.”

She pulled up the miniscule shorts, doing her best not to smirk. “You’re such a weenie. It’s no different to wearing Alvin’s Speedo.”

Andi looked down, sulking silently. A miniscule, shiny black patch spanned his thighs, goat-leather so soft and clingy that his penis made an obvious bump. There was an even smaller patch behind, barely covering his crack. Between the patches, bright yellow cords divided his pale buttocks into triangles.

“At least it covered my ass, Mom!”

“Well, I think you look sexy. Alvin will love seeing you in this outfit. Just don’t tell him you wore it while you were with Gary.”

Andi pulled down his t-shirt to cover most of his shame. She playfully flicked the little bump at his middle. “It’s not often I see my boychik with a limp noodle.”

“Kolbász is tired, Mom, plus my ass still hurts.”

“Admit it, Honey; a weekend with Gary is worth a sore hiney.”

“It’s the mess in my pants afterwards, I don’t like.” Andi smiled. “But yeah, he’s fun to be with.”

She smelled his t-shirt and wrinkled her nose. “Best take off your shirt, Sweetie. I warned you he’s hung like a horse, didn’t I?”

“I like Gary a whole lot…” He yanked his t-shirt over his head and tossed it in the sink with his pants.

She looked him over. His nipples were firming, already pimpled as if cold. She knew better. She scratched his right nipple with her fingernail, making him twitch.

“What didn’t you like?” she asked softly.

Andi almost didn’t want to say it. “He only does it the one way.”

“I wondered if you’d notice. Having a big cock doesn’t mean a man knows how to use it.”

“You think Reed knows?”

“He’s a bottom so he should know what feels good. You tell me, Sweetie.”

Andi hadn’t told her everything, and didn’t plan to. “Can I finish getting dressed?”

She held the jacket so he could slips his arms through the silk-lined sleeves. He fiddled with the zipper. “Leave it open so people can see your tummy.”

“What if I don’t want people seeing it?”

“You have a gorgeous body. It’s time we started showing it off.”

She rolled up his soiled pants and t-shirt while he sat on the toilet to tie his all-black Cyclone Heelys. She was still smiling when she opened the door and stepped into the corridor. Andi was already up on his heels, so close behind that he bumped into her. She turned around.

“Not in the restaurant!”

Not cool enough to ask, ‘Why not?’ like most ten-year-olds, Andi dropped back to his toes.

“Wriggle your butt when you walk, Sweetie.”

He glared back. “People are staring at me, Mom!”

“Stop being a baby.” She took his hand and made him walk beside her. “With style, you can do anything.”

She exaggerated her gait until he copied her hip swivel. Heads turned from Big Macs and fries to follow mother and son as they swaggered to the front counter, where she paused to study the overhead menu. “Would you like a diet pop, Sweetie?” She lowered her voice. “I know you’d love a shake, but you need to watch your weight.”

“Mom!” Andi tried to pull away.

When she didn’t let go, he gave in and squeezed between her and the condiments display. On the opposite side, a mother with three freckled, red-headed daughters noticed Andi’s jacket, which cost more than a Big Mac and fries every day for a year. After a moment, she looked right at his mid-section, dropping her tray on the ketchup dispenser with a clatter. Her daughters just gaped.

“How can you let your son dress like that!” she said so loudly that everyone in the restaurant tuned in.

Paula turned on her. “What he wears is none of your business.”

“It’s… it’s disgusting! On a Sunday too, when decent people are out.”

Something snapped inside Andi. It had been festering ever since the bullying started at Weiner. He still wasn’t sure what started it.

He stared back at the three girls. He hated girls. Girls tormented him endlessly about his hair.

“I am uber-von-hottie, skate-fuehrer,” he snickered. It was his best-ever Kraut impersonation.

He heelied across the floor, executed a classic can-opener and segued into a pipeline, not his best show ever because he nearly collided with a young blond-headed boy at the door.

The boy yelped, “Randolph!”

A grey-headed man stepped back, opening the door wide. Andi saw him close up as he glided past. The man seemed gentle yet strong. He smiled at Andi, his eyes challenging yet reassuring. Andi grinned back as his momentum carried him through the open door. He did a 180 on the sidewalk and came over the curb backwards. Almost any other kid would’ve gone sprawling into the handicap parking spot. Andi spun around with blasé agility. After a spontaneous wave at his adult admirer, he got into his bright red Corvette.

Behind him, Randolph smiled. “Mercury, my mercenary messenger. No matter what path you take, you will ascend in two weeks.”

Thus ends this Book of Andreas, aged 10 years and one month when he
entered the Temple of Aquarius to become the Fourth Catamite. As to
Alvin, and Andreas' subsequent ascension, the reader is directed to
the forthcoming Book of Theodore: A Pretty Pansy, concerning the Sixth Catamite
(Cinaede Sextus).

Scholars can also consult the Annals of Alatis,
Great Say of Atlantis, for oracle minutiae.

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