Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 22:41:17 +0000 From: Elerian Subject: Ethan and Jesse This story is a work of fiction. Though it contains a (loose) description of a certain celebrity, the author possesses no actual knowledge of this celebrity's personal life or sexual orientation. If it is illegal for you to read stories about minor boys in sexual situations where you live, stop reading now. Copyright 2004 Elerian Mordrell. All rights reserved. Reprint or repost is forbidden without author's permission. Comments are welcome at elerian1@comcast.net and will be acknowledged. Ethan and Jesse I love my work. I own a nudist resort in foothills of the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania, and some say it's the best resort, nudist or otherwise, east of the Mississippi. It's an exclusive place ... my 60 cabins were built by my best friend, who's the finest carpenter I've ever known. My grounds, 600 acres of rolling topography, are immaculately kept, though there's plenty of wilderness too. There are five swimming pools--one olympic size indoors and four smaller ones outdoors--spread over the resort. I have seven hot tubs (and of course there's at least one in every cabin), a huge great hall for meals and activities, and three game rooms with state of the art video games, ping pong, Brunswick pool tables, foosball, you name it. I have a fully-stocked bar for the adults and a sundae station for the kids. My staff are expertly trained, extremely friendly, and well-paid enough to be completely dedicated to every whim of each of my guests. Like I said, I love my work. I also love boys. Part of the reason I spent my fortune on building this resort is that it affords me the opportunity to see adolescent boys in the altogether. Naturally, I'm very careful, but I have lots of friends with lots of influence, and I wouldn't have any problems if I had a care to indulge my ... proclivities. But that is neither here nor there. I also love my son, Ethan. He's fourteen. I adopted him when I found him, abandoned and starving. He was about six at the time, though his true age was impossible to determine. I found him in a filthy gas station bathroom, alone and shivering. His parents had abandoned him along a highway, and thank God they never saw him again. His life up to that point, I gathered, was a living hell. I took him in, and loved him, and he grew to love me. He's the apple of my eye, and man is he gorgeous. Dark and handsome, I call him. He has thick black hair, cut short. His brown eyes light up when they look at me, and I live for the feeling that gives me. He's trim, athletic, and as gay as the day is long, for which I am extremely grateful. One night he came to me in my bed when he was 12, and we had an evening that I will never forget. I taught him the wonders of his body, and he taught me to remember what youthful exuberance was all about. Now, if he befriends a boy at the resort, there's a better than fair chance that the boy will find his way to my bed, with a hard cock and an insatiable curiosity for my knowledge of boys' bodies. Like I said, I love my son. My resort, as you might imagine, draws the sort of clientele that likes to keep their profile low. I have many celebrities that visit me here, and one special weekend concerning one of those is the subject of my tale. * * * One day I was busy in my office with some paperwork when the phone rang. "Hello, Sanders' Resort," I greeted the caller. "Hi, Jim?" I didn't recognize the voice, so I said, "Yes, this is Jim Sanders. Who's calling, please?" "This is Sarah McCartney, Jim. How are you?" "Sarah!" I said, delighted. "I am fantastic. It's good to hear from you. Ready to book a weekend, or maybe longer?" "Well, not exactly. I'm not going to be able to make it up there myself anytime soon." "I'm sorry to hear that. You know I've always for a daiquiri waiting for you by the fire." I paused for a moment, then said, "Well, if you're not calling to book a cabin, then to what do I owe the honor of this call?" "Well, I was hoping I could ask you a favor." She sounded apprehensive. "Anything, my dear. Ask." "You've met my son, Jesse, right?" Indeed I had. A beautiful boy, with an excellent singing voice. He was going to be a star someday. "Yes, of course," I said. "Well, he's 12 now, and he's just gotten a call from a record producer. They want him to make an album." "Why that's great!" I knew the boy had talent. "Well, yes, but I think his ego has started to get the better of him. I was wondering ... could I leave him to stay with you and Ethan for a weekend soon? I think the time there, with you and Ethan, will help him clear his mind. He loves Ethan, and he really took a shine to you too. I think being in nature, and being naked with other naked people, will help give him a sense of perspective. We haven't been in a while, and I'm too busy for the next year to bring him myself. I of course would pay you handsomely for the extra work on your part." "Sarah, I'd be delighted. Just name the time." I added, "And don't worry about the money. We'd be happy to have him. I know Ethan will be thrilled." "Oh Jim, thanks so much. I have some details to work out, but I'll be in touch in the next couple of days with a date I can drop him off. Again, thanks." "Okay, Sarah. Don't be a stranger, now." We said our goodbyes, and hung up. I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. If there was one thing I loved, it was naked beautiful boys. And one was going to be staying in my cabin for a whole weekend. * * * The big weekend finally came. Saturday morning, Ethan and I waited outside the main office. Ethan had been antsy for the whole preceding week, just itching for his friend to arrive. Today he looked particularly handsome ... he'd spent about an hour in the bathroom getting his dark hair just right. His slim body was immaculate, and he'd even trimmed his growing patch of black pubic hair. I couldn't help myself but to glance at his cut, pubescent cock from time to time. I was every bit in love--and lust--with my adopted son. We held hands on the porch of the reception office as we waited. "Dad, when's he going to get here?" he asked. "Soon, son. Have patience." I ruffled his hair. "Aw, Dad ... I just got it right!" I chuckled. "Oh, you know you're beautiful. He's going to be in instant love. I think you get handsomer every day." "I love you, Dad," he said as he looked up at me with those eyes, and my heart turned to warm butter just like it did every time. He smiled at me, his braces glinting in the morning sun. "Ethan, I love you too," I answered, a lump in my throat. Finally, a large black limousine pulled into the parking lot, and Ethan tore his hand away from mine as he ran to meet his friend. The back door opened, and out stepped a vision. Dark-highlighted blonde hair capped a face of purest innocence. Blue eyes sparkled as they looked around at the forested grounds, the rustic yet modern buildings. Jesse was dressed simply in a blue t-shirt and white soccer shorts that stopped just above his lovely knees. His lower legs were completely hairless from what I could see. I licked my lips. Ethan ran to him and grabbed the boy in a fierce hug as the chauffeur got the boys bags from the trunk. He brought them over to me and said, "He's all yours." "Thanks," I replied, and the chauffeur got back in the car and drove away. "Dad!" Ethan bounded up to me, his lovely cock and balls bouncing, Jesse in tow. "Hello, Jesse!" I greeted him and shook his hand. He looked up at me with confidence in his gaze. "Hello, Mr. Sanders," he said. I noted his respectful tone and wondered what exactly his mother was worried about. "I'm pleased you remember me," I said. "You were pretty young the last time we met." "Yes sir, I remember. You were very nice to me. You let Ethan and I stay up all night and have all the ice cream we wanted." I laughed at the memory. "Yes," I said. "Your mother nearly tarred and feathered me for that. But boys will be boys, I always say. And you were on vacation. This is a place to forget your cares and shed your worries. "Oh, and of course, your clothes," I continued. "Why don't we start by getting you out of those?" He hesitated for a moment, but Ethan leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Jesse smiled and nodded, then said, "Okay." Then he pulled his shirt over his head. It was all I could do to keep from drooling. Already it was clear the boy was in the early stages of puberty, and that he worked out. His pecs were beginning their definition, capped by pale dime-sized nipples, and his slight four-pack was visible. Then he toed off his sandals and pulled down his shorts and underwear and I was treated to the sight of a three-and-a-half inch cut boy-penis with the slightest tuft of blonde pubic hair to each side. His small balls hung low, and I wondered if he could shoot his watery boycum yet. Ethan was gazing at his friend, rapt. I nudged him and said, "Why don't you show Ethan to our cabin and get him settled in? And isn't there a soccer game later on? You guys can play, and I'll catch up with you then. I still have a little work to do. Don't worry about your bags, Jesse, I'll have Constance bring them to the cabin presently." "All right, Dad," said Ethan. He grabbed Jesse's hand and they ran off. Boy oh boy, I thought to myself. I wonder if that one's going to be in my bed tonight. * * * A few hours later I made my way over to the dedicated soccer field. Already there were about a dozen boys there ranging in ages from ten to sixteen, all without a stitch on, with more trickling to the field all the time. Not for the first time that day I thought to myself, I love my work. I gazed at the lovely boyflesh getting ready for their sport, and I caught sight of Ethan and Jesse and waved. They ran over to the bench where I was sitting. "Hi Dad!" yelled Ethan as he plopped in my lap and gripped me in a bear hug. "Hi kiddo," I said and hugged him back. To my surprise and delight, Jesse came in close beside me and put both arms around my neck for a hug. "Mr. Sanders, I want to thank you for letting me stay here. I'd forgotten how great this place is. And it's so good to see Ethan again." Ethan beamed at this. "Well, Jesse, I guess you better call me Jim," I replied as I hugged him back. "And I'm very glad you're here. Look, the boys are choosing up teams. You better get in there. We'll have plenty of time to visit later." I couldn't help myself; as I released the boy, I let my hand graze his small boycock. I didn't want there to be any confusion about my feelings. He glanced at me and smiled warmly. "I sure hope so, Jim," he said softly. Ethan smiled at me knowingly, and then the two boys jogged over to the field and the rest of the boys, giving me a wonderful view of both their tight bottoms. Jesse's was a wonderful bubble shape, while my son's was a bit smaller and a bit more muscular. I loved the sight of each of them. Presently, the game began. Ethan and Jesse were on the same team, of course, and they were easily the most skilled of any of the other boys. Ethan scored three goals in quick succession, earning cheers from a gathering crowd of my guests. Several came up to pay their respects to me and compliment my boy. I thanked each one. The other team scored a couple goals, but Jesse made several spectacular defensive plays that earned him respectful applause from the crowd and several high-fives from his teammates. Late in the game, the score was tied. Ethan took the ball on a throw-in and expertly danced it up the field past three defenders. No one could get a bead on him, and several opponents ended up eating grass. Then, out of nowhere, a streaking Jesse appeared to take a perfectly-timed cross-field pass from Ethan. Jesse turned and swept his foot, and the ball fairly leapt into the goal, just tipping off the keeper's outstretched hands. A cheer went up from the crowd, and Ethan and Jesse jumped into each other's arms as the referee blew the whistle signifying the end of the game. The winning team mobbed Jesse and my son, lifting them on their shoulders. I stood and whistled and clapped. After the celebration had ended, the two exhausted, happy boys came up to me. "What did you think, Dad?" Ethan asked. "I thought you were great, both of you. Best damn game of soccer I've watched in a long time." Both boys beamed. "Now, why don't you boys get cleaned up and get something to eat? I've got some more work, and then I'll meet you back at the cabin. Maybe we can enjoy the hot tub together later?" "Man, that sounds great," said Jesse, looking me right in the eye. Ethan nodded vigorously. "All right then. See you in a few hours." I gave each boy a hug and a pat on the bottom, then walked back to the office. * * * Later, my work finished, I walked back to my cabin. The door was wide open, so I figured the boys were already inside. I was right. I went to the hot-tub on the huge deck out back. I heard a strange noise, like moaning or keening, so I walked a little quieter than normal, wondering what was going on. As I got to the sliding glass door that led to the deck and the hot tub, I saw an entrancing sight. There were Ethan and Jesse, face to face in the hot tub, the water churning. The boys were engaged in a deep soul-kiss, each exploring the other's mouth. Water glistened in their hair, and Ethan's hand stroked Jesse's cheek. Instantly I was rock hard. Quietly, I slid the door open. The boys appeared not to hear me, and continued their hot makeout session. I walked to the tub and slowly lowered myself into the steaming water and sat down opposite the boys, my eyes never leaving them. As they kissed and kissed, my hand strayed underwater and began stroking my seven-inch tumescent penis. I could watch this all day, I thought to myself. Finally, the boys broke their lip-lock and turned their faces to me. Ethan's brown eyes were full of a frank and uncluttered love, and Jesse stared at me with what I can only describe as a pure animal lust. He wanted Ethan, and he wanted me. My cock throbbed in my hand. "Don't let me interrupt," I said with a catch in my throat. "You're not interrupting, Dad," Ethan said. "We were just ... keeping ourselves busy til you got here." "Jim," said Jesse, "I hope you don't mind, but Ethan's told me you like boys. He also told me some of the stuff you two do together. I ... was really hoping you'd do some of that stuff with us tonight here in the hot-tub." "Oh boy, I'd love to," I said, and I moved quickly through the water to take up position between these two visions of adolescent beauty. They parted to make room for me, each pressing their bodies against me. The feel of their smooth skin and the jetting of the hot water combined to make a feeling that was completely indescribable. It filled my nerve endings with a sensuality that was like being swaddled in electricity, warm and shocking and incredibly erotic. If it were possibly for my cock to get harder, it did. Just then I felt a small hand encircle my throbbing penis. It was Jesse. "Dad, I think you should kiss Jesse. He really wants you to." I turned my face to Jesse's, who was about an inch from me, gazing into my eyes with those arresting deep blue orbs. I leaned in and pressed his lips to my own. The boy moaned softly and I felt his tongue slide across my lips. I opened my mouth slightly to allow him access. Then we were locked in a kiss of unbridled passion, our tongues wrestling with each other's, our lips mashed against the other's teeth. I felt Ethan's hands all over my well-toned body as Jesse and I kissed, but Jesse's hand never left my engorged penis. I held Jesse closely. His rhythm on my cock increased. I couldn't bear it any longer, and I gasped and broke the kiss as my cock throbbed and shot hot, thick man-sperm into the bubbling water of the hot tub. "Oh God!" I yelled at the force of my orgasm. "Jesse, where did you learn to do that?" "Well," he smiled slyly, "I think your son might have had something do to with it." I turned to Ethan and gave him a deep, passionate kiss on the mouth. "Thank you, Ethan. You're a good teacher," I said. "Welcome, Dad. Now, I think there's something else Jesse would like you to do, isn't there, Jesse?" "Well, yeah. Jim, Ethan's told me that no one can give a rimjob like you can. I've never had one. Do you think ..." He trailed off, perhaps a little embarrassed. "Say no more, my boy. I'll make you explode with the best rimjob you'll ever have, and then I'll drink ever drop of your hot boycum." Jesse's eyes widened at that, and that animal lust was back in his face. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. He was ready. "Stand up and turn around." He obeyed. As he stood, his cut boycock was in front of my face--it was standing at full attention, about five inches long and glistening with moisture. I turned and positioned him so his sweet bubble ass was an inch from my face. I used my strong hands to gently pry his cheeks apart, and there was my prize. A tiny, pink rosebud was there, just waiting for my tongue. I slowly moved my mouth and nose closer to his little hole, getting a whiff of his clean scent. Already my cock was hardening again. I snaked out my tongue and experimentally licked around the circumference of his tight hole. I heard his sharp intake of breath at that. "Oh my God," he said. "Don't stop!" I didn't. Instead, I began my patented maneuvers, first licking around, then up and down, then around, and then side to side. Then I repeated the whole process. Through it all, I could feel his firm boy's body trembling and squirming slightly. As I tongued the boy into oblivion, I saw Ethan slide around until his mouth was directly in front of Jesse's cock, and he began to gently lick it in time with my ministrations. I then went to the next stage of my technique, and slowly began to insert my tongue into the boy's tight little anus. I worked it in and out, in and out, pausing to lick around and up and down. By this time, Jesse was crying out in rhythm, and Ethan was giving him the blowjob of his life. He would suck like a vacuum, then move his mouth back and forth like an expert. He should be an expert, I thought, he learned from the best. Finally Jesse could take no more. He stiffened, cried out, and I saw a spurt of watery boycum shoot from his jerking penis as Ethan moved back slightly to watch the show. He shot, and shot, and shot until just a dribble of hot cum leaked from his piss slit. I turned the boy around and milked his last drops for myself. As Jesse recovered, I looked up at him. "Was that okay for your first rimjob?" "Oh God, it was more than okay." He sat back down in the tub and threw his arms around my neck and gave me yet another deep kiss. He pulled back and looked deep in my eyes. "But I think it's time to help Ethan out, don't you? We've sort of been neglecting him." "Oh! Well, Ethan, do you feel neglected?" I asked him. "Well, no, not really, but I sure would love to feel your thick cock in my tight ass," he said with no shyness whatever as he got close to me and breathed in my ear. "That's my boy," I said. Jesse got off me and I pulled Ethan to me in the hot tub. As I sat, Jesse produced a tube of Astro-Glide from a small compartment outside the tub. Ethan must have told him where that was, I thought. He gave me the tube and I reached down and began to lube up my penis. After I was done, I worked on Ethan's ass--maybe my favorite part of fucking him. I loved the anticipation in his face as I greased up his hole, using first one finger, then two, then three to loosen him up for my big mancock. Finally, he was ready. Facing me, he slowly lowered himself onto my lap, easing my cock into his boyhole. He grunted as I slipped in, and that familiar glazed look filled his eyes. I loved the boy so much, loved that he was willing, eager, to give himself to me like this. Slowly I used my strong arms to lift him until just my cockhead was in him, then lowered him again. Each time my cock tickled his prostate and he groaned in ecstacy. He began to take over the work now, sitting on my cock and using his legs to fuck me. As I fucked my son in the ass, Jesse used his small hands to wank Ethan's penis. He used some of the Astro-Glide and squeezed tight. Ethan screamed at the pleasure of the dual sensation. Faster and faster he fucked me, and I thrust my hips up to meet him with each stroke. Our rhythm increased, until we seemed like a blur, and the outside world ceased to exist. There was only my boy, and Jesse, and the water, and our lust, and our mounting orgasms. Then, the tsunami broke. Ethan came into the water and Jesse's hand with a primal cry. I came into Ethan's ass, pumping load after load of semen into him, never seeming to run dry. When it was finally over, Ethan slumped against me, raining breathless kisses on my face and neck. I struggled to regain my breath and return the kisses. Jesse just watched us. "It's really amazing how much you two love each other." * * * Later, we were all cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. I had a warm, sleepy boy on either side of me, slowly falling asleep against my body. "Jim?" said Ethan quietly. "Yes, Jesse?" "I'm so glad my mom let me come here. Do you think I could come back soon?" Ethan answered for me. "You bet. You can come anytime you want. Even when you're famous. You better come. Otherwise I'll track you down." "I think you have your answer, Jesse," I chuckled. The blonde boy smiled, and not five minutes later, they were both asleep. * * * Jesse did come back, often, and his mother thanked me over and over again for the difference she saw in her boy. She said he was happier, more respectful, surer of his place in the world. I told her that I wasn't sure what I'd done to help, but that I'd been happy to do it. And I meant it. THE END