Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2014 19:27:02 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Walmart Waif II I took Seneca by the hand and led him into the bathroom and into the shower spray. "Do you mind if I wash you Seneca?" "Why? Do you want me to be your little boy," he asked with sly grin. "While that might have some appeal, no, I simply want to expose you to another pleasurable experience." Seneca gave me the go ahead so I had him stand in front of square shower heads so his entire front was being sprayed and blocking me from the water so I could do my job. I soaped my hands and started at the boys' narrow shoulders, digging in with fingers and thumbs. "Goddamn that feels good Jody," Seneca moaned as soon as I started. I worked each shoulder and upper arm then each forearm before going back to his shoulders and working my way down his back. I re-soaped my hands frequently to insure less drag on his skin. I worked my thumbs down each side of his spine and into the small of his back then knelt and worked each leg from ankle to knee then knee to thigh. I stopped short of his butt and thus his balls for 2 reasons. I wanted to save the best for last of course but I also wanted Seneca to be able to focus on the simple pleasure of being bathed, of having a gentle massage. If the boy was boned up it would cause his focus to be elsewhere. When I was done with his back I had him turn around then proceeded to shampoo his hair, working backward toward the spray. After rinsing and then conditioning his hair I gently washed his face. "This is really awesome Jody," he said. "I feel so, pampered like, I guess you'd say." "That's what it's supposed to feel like baby boy," I said soothingly as I turned him to rinse his face. "That's the second time you called me baby boy," Seneca said after I turned him back toward me and began massaging his shoulders from the front. "Is that okay with you Seneca," I asked him as I braced him with one hand and gently massaged his right pectoral muscle. "Yeah," he replied. "I like it. I like the idea of being your baby boy," he added softly. I switched sides and told him that I was glad that he was comfortable with the endearment. I worked my way down his ribs then worked his abs in the same manner that I had worked his chest, placing my hand in the small of his back to brace his body while the other hand worked. After a moment and in a soft voice I said, "You being my baby boy is something I like too Seneca." I re-soaped my hands. "Really Jody? Do you really mean that?" I looked down at him, noticed the softness in his eyes and knew that this was important to him, not that it influenced my statement in any way because I meant it. "Yeah, I mean it." The boy was in my arms before I knew it and hugging as tight as I'd ever been hugged in my life. I hugged him back, my hand moving slowly up and down his back, onto his butt, then back up again. I felt Seneca's body shudder slightly and I knew that he was crying. I continued to hold him; I continued to hug him until he stopped crying then very gently disengaged from me. "I don't know what I'm gonna do Jody. I can't go back there." I leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I know. Let's not worry about that right this instant, okay?" Seneca nodded his head. Since I had been holding him in the shower spray I needed to re-soap my hands, did so, then pulled him out of the spray and knelt alongside him. My right hand began washing his tiny little butt while the other cupped his genitals and gently worked them over with my soapy hand. I love fondling a boy when he's soft. Don't get me wrong, I love it when he's hard too, but soft is a real special feeling. All his parts fit my hand and they're typically smooth and so soft feeling and squishy. It feels good even inside of cotton briefs but naked is better. Of course a boy doesn't typically stay soft for very long so I get what I can from it. My right hand went between his butt cheeks and worked across his puckered hole and of course the boy moved one foot out to allow me better access. My left hand stopped holding everything and worked on his pubic hair and his rapidly hardening cock which allowed my right hand to gently cup his balls from behind. All the while Seneca was moaning, his hand on my shoulder for balance. I of course caused him stood and moved him back into the spray and reached behind him to peel his butt cheeks open and work water inside to rinse his hole. The move caused him to push against me and I reveled in the feeling of his hard cock against me, short though the time was. I backed away from him, turned him around and reached up to pull the shower wand from the wall. I flicked wall heads off then directed the spray at his raging hard cock and smooth balls for a second which of course caused him to jump. "Turn around and bend over Seneca," I told him. When his hole and his balls were exposed to me I directed the shower spray on them and that's when the fun started. Seneca's knees immediately buckled although he didn't fall to the floor of course. What he did do was reach behind with both hands and pull his butt cheeks open so the water had full access to every wrinkle, every nook and cranny that might be there. "Oh fuck Jody that feels awesome," he moaned. I moved the spray down onto the underside of his now hanging balls and he moaned even louder. "God I don't think I can stand up much longer," he groaned. Because it tickled so badly he reached back between his legs and rumpled his sac with his fingers then took it away. It took the sharp edge off the intense sensitivity but still had the desired effect when I returned the spray to his hairless eggs. "All done," I said and returned the wand to its holder and turned the wall mounted head back on. Seneca went back into my arms but this time it wasn't out of sadness it was out of hotness. He pressed his wet slippery body against mine and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. "Goddamn," he breathed when he broke the kiss. "I guess you found the experience to your liking," I said with a grin and he nodded his head. "Do you want me to wash you Jody?" "Not unless you're dying to. I didn't get any cum on me and I took a shower recently so I'm good but I'll take a rain check. Meanwhile, what should we do about this," I asked as I took hold of his rampant boner and stroked it a couple times. Seneca looked at his boner then at me. "Do you have any suggestions?" "I always have suggestions. How do you feel about learning something new?" He looked down at me holding his rock hard cock. "I'd say I'm up for it." I gave him kudos for the pun then shut the water off and we got out. We dried each other's back and since I had done Seneca's butt hole and his nuts from the back it wouldn't do but that he had to try the same on me. I was okay with that. I led him back to my bed where I flopped down on my back. "Straddle my face Seneca and we can suck each other," I said. Again, the silly little grin and a moment later was looking at the object of my desire; his puckered hole. I loved rimming boys. I loved getting rimmed as well but honestly I preferred to give than receive. Of course I was also looking at his soft hairless balls hanging like so much fruit from a tree. I took a moment to admire the beauty of his boys' crotch. I loved how the scrotum fell away from the puckered muscle of a hole and created folds to accommodate the precious eggs that it held. I was always amazed at the perineum and how it started out at the hole and ran the length of a crotch and onto the ball sac as if to separate the balls, and generally stopping at the base of the cock. I knew that the perineum had a variety of purposes, especially for females but the only thing I really cared about was its sensitivity when it came to sexual stimulation. Seneca had already taken hold of my cock and had his mouth over it and was sucking me. I reached between his legs and pulled his cock down and manage to get my mouth over the end of it, returning the favor. I loved sucking a young teenage cock but right then it wasn't what I was wanting. I let go of him and began licking his balls, moving the eggs around, pulling on the loose skin with my lips and eventually sucking one into my mouth. Seneca kept on sucking my cock through all of that but when I pulled his butt down and began working his hole with my tongue the boy stopped and moaned. I kissed the hole, I nuzzled it with my lips but mostly I licked it. I explored all the ridges and valleys as well as the smooth flesh that bordered it and worked at trying to push my tongue into tiny orifice at the center. It was like I couldn't get enough of him and I felt myself moan as I worshipped him. Seneca tried sucking my cock again but the feelings that were ripping through his body because too much. "Fuck I'm ready to cum again Jody," he finally moaned. I had him move from above me, reached up and popped open a hidden door in my headboard and pulled out a bottle of lube. Seneca was on his back watching me and when I moved between his legs he saw the lube in my hand. "Are you going to like, fuck me Jody?" There was some concern in his voice. "Do you trust me Seneca," I asked and he nodded his head but I could still see the concern. "I think that fucking you would be amazing and some day, if choose to honor me in that way I will do my best to make it the best experience that any boy ever had. But for right now, no I am not. I would however like to do so with a finger, with your permission. I believe you'll find it," I paused theatrically, "utterly pleasurable." The boy smiled. "I do trust you Jody, even to fuck me." I nodded my head then told him to pull his legs back. I elected to rim him again so put my hands under his thighs to keep the legs back and put my face in and went back to licking his hole and everything from there to his balls and I licked those again too. "Jeez I can't believe how good that feels Jody, my god." Seneca's voice had gotten deeper from the lust neurons firing in his brain. I worked him for a few more minutes before stopping and letting his legs down to drape across my thighs. I quickly poured lube into one hand then wrapped it around the middle finger of my other hand then got into place. I got his foreskin retracted and wrapped my hand around his raging boner but didn't do anything. I got the other finger right at his hole and as I pushed it inside his tender butt I slid my tightened fist up over his swollen cock head. Seneca's reaction was to thrust his slender ass up off the bed and moan loudly as the feelings of the new experiences flooded his young inexperienced body. I finger fucked him, locating his prostate right off the bat and focusing on the small nut like object deep in Seneca's hole. My other hand continued to grip his flesh and slid back and forth over the ultra-sensitive cock head. "God I'm gonna fucking cum Jody," Seneca groaned out and a second later his cock and prostate both hardened. I stayed off his cock head but massaged his prostate gland as his sperm shot out of his cock like a rocket, the droplet hitting Seneca's neck. A couple more droplets, even smaller than the first 2, plopped out onto his flat belly and the show was over, except for the feelings of course. I continued to jack him off and finger fuck him but that too slowed and stopped. I left both hand and finger where there were knowing that Seneca would miss them when I took them away so wanted to stave that off for as long as possible. Seneca lay there panting, his eyes closed, for a good minute. When he finally opened them and saw me looking at him he gave me a classic lazy, after cum grin. "God that was fucking amazing Jody. I had no idea my butt could make such good and hot feelings. What was that spot inside my butt that you rubbed on fuck I never felt anything like that in my life." I chuckled and explained the prostate gland to him. "I'm going to take my finger out now Seneca." He nodded his head and I gently removed my finger which got a soft moan from the boy. "I kinda miss it in there now that it's gone." I told him I understood completely. "How come you licked my butt hole Jody? I mean, it felt real good but I never woulda thoughta that." I explained rimming and the fact that it was as hot doing it as it was having it done. "I can see that cuz you got a boner from hell." Indeed I did. "Are you gonna cum now?" I suggested that we hit the shower again and got off the bed. In the shower I used hair conditioner and jacked off while Seneca cleaned himself up, his beautiful hazel eyes glued to my hand. I noticed that his eyes now had a trace of green in them. A moment later my cock started spewing like a water faucet and once again my young teenaged companion was astounded by the show especially since I shot it all over the front of his torso which required yet another soaping. Seneca didn't mind in the least. "What are we gonna do today Jody," Seneca asked as we dried off. That was a very good question. I had planned on sitting home and watching some football, tossing a steak on the grill for dinner along with a baked potato and calling it good. I had plenty of invitations for dinner but had already declined them. "How about we go downstairs, get you dressed and head back to Walmart to get some new clothes?" "You don't need to do that Jody," Seneca protested. "I know I don't but I want to. Besides it looks like you're going to be here for at least a few more days so you need a change of underwear at the very least." The boy shrugged his shoulders and said I guess then followed me downstairs. I got his clothes out of the dryer and had him get dressed while I went back upstairs and did the same then met him downstairs and out we went. As we drove I asked the boy about school, his likes and dislikes. "Generally I'm a pretty good student," Seneca answered. "I love math and science, don't care for English but l love to read and of course I love PE cause I get to look at naked boys." The sentence ended with a giggle. I enjoyed the sound of Seneca's voice. It was still the melodic high pitch of a young boy on the verge of blossoming into a young man. When I asked him what he liked to read he said he liked adventure or fantasy stories with boys in them. When I asked about Harry Potter Seneca became fairly animated. "Oh yeah, I loved the books and the movies. I think Daniel Radcliff is so cute, especially when he was my age. He turned kind of hot in a plain sort of way, you know what I mean?" I told I did and I agreed that the books and movies were great fun. Seneca was a little surprised that I'd read them but explained that a great many adults had read the series, seen the movies and the whole shebang. "Did you know he did nude scenes in a play when he was 19?" Seneca was flabbergasted. "Really; no way." When I said it was true he asked if he could see them. I explained that they could be found on the internet and the boy got a somewhat sad expression on his smooth clear face. "I don't know much about the internet Jody. We didn't have computers at school and my uncle wouldn't allow me to use the family computer at all. He was asshole to me before he found out I was gay but it got worse afterwards." It made my blood boil but I didn't say anything. "So, can you show me the naked pictures?" I laughed then said we could try to find them when we got back home. Seneca asked what kind of job I had and I explained that I owned a very successful construction company that my father had started some years before. "Among other projects I handle a lot of the construction for the Indian Tribes. My father had done some work for them years ago and since he offered the lowest bid and he hired as many natives as he could to do the labor work on the project. "I also hire Native people full time if they have the qualifications and the tribes love that. It helps that I'm part native because they also give native preference in almost everything." "I'm part Indian," Seneca said. When I asked if he knew what tribe he gave me a wry look. "Umm, my name." That hadn't occurred to me actually and I said so. "Actually I guess its two tribes; the Seneca Caya-something. It's on my dads' side of the family so I don't know much about it. Of course I don't know much about any side of my family." His voice was kind of sad and my heart went out to him. "Well," I said cheerily, "As long as you have a last name we can probably find a fair amount of information about your people, your tribe." "Seven Thunders," he said. "What?" "Seven Thunders; that's my last name, Seven Thunders." "Hmm, that's kind of interesting because my company's name is Seven Drums construction." Seneca agreed that it was interesting then wanted to know if I meant it about finding out some stuff about his family. I told him I did mean it. By that time we'd made it to Walmart so the conversation changed. Inside the first rack we got to was jeans so quickly found a pair that he liked. Boy's shirts were right there so we picked out a couple T-shirts and a long sleeved button down. Next were socks and underwear which pretty much meant a 6 pair pack. "Can I get underwear like you're wearing," Seneca asked. We located what he was looking for and they came 3 to a package. "Look at these. I bet I'd look good in red," the boy said, seeing that one of the pair was red. "You'd look good in anything baby boy," I whispered and got a blush from him. He took the package and went to where the dressing rooms were to see if he could try a pair on. She said they weren't supposed to let people try on underwear but he batted his eyes and she let him. I waited while Seneca went into the dressing room and a moment later he popped his head out the door. "Can you come in please dad?" The store clerk nodded her head at me so I set our stuff down by her counter and went inside. "What do you think," he said then added with a sly grin, "dad." I grinned at him then checked him out. Seneca had tugged his shirt off so was naked except for the bright red briefs and man oh man did he look hot in them. Holy shit. His cock and balls were cupped and highlighted very well creating a beautiful boy bulge. "Fucking steaming Seneca. God I want to suck your cock right here." He giggled and whispered that he would love for me to suck his cock in there. I reached out and cupped his package, reveling in the soft squishiness of his stuff. "Oh god," he moaned. "You're gonna give me a boner Jody." I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "They look good," I said as I opened the door, "Son." I stepped out and closed the door. I picked up my bags, the girl asked if my son liked the underwear. I told her he did it was just that they were a little more outré than he's used to." The girl nodded her head like she understood the word but her eyes gave her away. Seneca came out a minute later. As we walked off he put his arm around my waist so mine dropped across his shoulders and we headed for shoes. We didn't find anything that Seneca liked so I suggested we tackle it the next day when everything was open. Jam fucking packed crowded but open none the less. "Are you getting hungry Seneca," I asked as we headed back home. "Yeah, I guess I am, how about you?" I told him I could eat then asked if he was interested in a traditional Thanksgiving dinner or something else. He said he didn't care and when I asked if he had a particular food that he liked he told me that he hadn't had a lot of experience in restaurants except fast food. When I asked if he liked seafood he nodded his head but added that he hadn't experienced a whole lot of it but pretty much liked what he'd eaten. "Well, lets' go home so you can change then we'll figure it out, okay?" Seneca nodded and was quiet for about a mile. "I like the idea of us going home Jody. It sounds like it's my home too. I haven't had a lot of that." I reached over and took Seneca's hand and the boy took it, and held it gently until I took it back in order to turn corners. Back at the house we took all the tags off Seneca's clothes on the laundry room then took it upstairs to put in a drawer in my bedroom. He then stripped down to his new underwear and looked at himself in the mirror. "Do you think I have a nice butt Jody," he asked, looking over his shoulder at himself in the mirror. "You have a terrific butt Seneca, in fact, you have a terrific everything." I walked up to him and put my hands on his shoulder. "You are a terrific boy Seneca, a terrific person. I would be proud to be able to call you my son." Tears welled up in his eyes and he melted into my arms. His body shuddered for a little bit as he cried and I just kept my arms around his shoulders and held him. "I'm so scared Jody. I don't know what I'm going to do or what's going to happen to me." I rubbed him a little then and he finally stepped back and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. I snagged some Kleenex from the box on my counter and dabbed at his face. "I have some ideas going through my head that I'll look into on Monday, can't do anything until then. So I tell you what. Why don't you try to put your fears on the back burner and let's have a nice relaxed few days. I have some faith that things will work out, you try to have some faith too, okay?" "Okay Jody," he said and tried to smile. "I'll do my best." "I know you will." Back in the car I headed to a seafood place that I liked. I wanted to introduce the boy to new cuisines but it wasn't the time to be trying new things. I called and wrangled a reservation although I didn't have to wrangle all that much. On the way we talked about sports, none of which Seneca had much experience in. When I asked what he might like to try he said swimming for sure and maybe Tennis. He wasn't into team contact sports much. I asked about martial arts like Karate and judo. "I've thought about that Jody; maybe having some skills to defend myself." When I asked if that had been a problem he sighed and nodded his head. "I've been bullied a little. With a name like Seven Thunders it's hard to not get bullied. I don't like to fight. I can but I don't like it." "I understand completely Seneca. I've had my share of troubles too." We made small talk as we screamed up the freeway headed into the downtown area. I got the car parked and we headed across the busy downtown thoroughfare to a very popular and typically crowded restaurant which was actually kind of quiet on Thanksgiving. We got seated right away and a waiter, a hot looking young college boy, brought ice water for both of us and I ordered a Sam Adams and Seneca a coke. I ordered the garbage can plus for 2. Seneca wanted to know what it was that I ordered but I told him it was a surprise. What they did was bring a large bucket of seafood, wheels of corn on the cob and just dumped on your table and you picked from the pile. It was great and I knew that my boy would love it. "How come they have paper covering the table instead of table cloths?" I pointed out the can of color crayons but added that seafood could be a little messy and the paper was tossed out. Seneca grabbed a couple of crayons and proceeded to do a drawing of an eagle. His speed and accuracy stunned me. The kid had some talent. Our waiter came back with plastic bibs, one of which he put on Seneca's neck much to the young teens' surprise. He did mine as well and set the plate with the shell crackers at the edge of the table. "Your meal will be out shortly. Is this your first visit to the restaurant?" I said I was a regular but that it was Seneca's first visit to which the young man nodded and winked at me. A few minutes later a hostess came by and asked if I'd like our picture taken. I knew what was going on so said sure and had Seneca sit next to me on my side of the table. She took a picture of Seneca and I snuggled up then the waiter brought the bucket of seafood out and dumped it on the table in front of us and the hostess snapped the picture. She captured his surprised and stunned expression perfectly. I bought 2 copies of both. Seneca slid to his side of the booth and we dug in. The plus dinner included 2 decent sized lobster tails which, along with crab, the young teen had never eaten. After showing him how to crack the legs and get the meat out there wasn't much talk. "Fuck this is great Jody," Seneca whispered as he worried a hunk of meat from a crab claw. We spent a good 20 minutes before I declared that I was finished. Seneca said he was close and a few minutes later pushed his chair back and patted his flat belly then belched, albeit softly. The waiter asked if we'd saved room for dessert and we both groaned and said no although I did ask what they had and settled on a couple pieces of home-made carrot cake to go. Seneca questioned the taste of carrots in a cake and I suggested he reserve judgment until he had a bite. I paid the bill and 10 minutes later we were heading up the on ramp to the freeway and jetting back home. Seneca was fairly quiet and soon was breathing deeply, fast asleep and it was barely 7:30. Back at the house I gently woke Seneca up, much to his embarrassment which I dismissed. "You've had an arduous couple of days baby boy." We went inside and I asked him what he wanted to do. He yawned and said he didn't have a clue. I suggested a movie and Seneca agreed. We went upstairs to my bedroom and put the birdcage on. Seneca asked if we could get undressed and snuggle while we watched it. We stripped to our briefs, and I simply gazed at him because he was so hot. He caught me, asked, and I told him. "You're really hot too Jody," he said with a pleased grin. I pulled the sheet and blankets down and we climbed on the bed, propped ourselves up and I started the movie. Snuggling with a mostly naked warm boy is about the best thing in the world. No sex or expectation of sex, just snuggling. I had an arm across his shoulders and he leaned against me, one arm draped across my abdomen. I wondered if it would somehow find its way down to my crotch but it didn't because within 15 minutes wonder boy was sound asleep. I stayed there for another 5 minutes both to enjoy the film and to allow Seneca to fall into a deeper sleep before I disengaged from him. After turning the entertainment system off with the remote I slid down in the bed, taking Seneca with me then tugged the covers up over us. The boy stayed snuggled up to me, stretching his body out to lay against mine. I could feel the softness of his boyhood charms pressed against my thigh, the fabric of both sets of briefs keeping our skin from touching. I started to drift off to sleep and heard him mutter in a barely audible voice, "I love you Jody." I kissed the top of his head. "I love you too Seneca," I whispered. I did love Seneca but in the sense that all people are deserving of love simply because they exist. I could probably love him in a much deeper and more personal sense if given the opportunity. I said it to him, not because I thought he would consciously hear it but because subconsciously he would hear it and while he would never really know that I'd said it, the kernel was still there having some positive affect on the boy. A plan was forming in my head; a plan that had a high rate of success in helping the boy out. It would also alter my life considerably and make me a foster parent. Based on what I'd seen the past 16 hours; I was okay with that.