Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 19:23:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: The Abandoned Boy - Chapter 20 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! The Abandoned Boy Chapter 20 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We left off with Simon and I eating lunch at the food court at the mall, shortly after I'd seen Simon and a boy I didn't know, but who I knew went to our school talking together. When I'd asked Simon later if he knew the boy, Simon had lied to me and said he didn't... * * * After we'd eaten, I gave Simon $5.00 and told him to go have some fun at the video arcade, while I finished my shopping. He grinned and wandered off toward the arcade, and I went and finished my shopping. I took everything I'd bought out to the car and locked it in the trunk, so Simon didn't see any of it. Then, I went back into the mall and joined Simon at the game room. I played a couple games with him, then we left. I had half expected to see the blond boy at the arcade with simon, but he was nowhere to be seen. * * * That night, Tom and Ethan both came over for dinner, and to spend the night. I sent the boys out to the grocery store to pick up a couple items we needed for dinner. While they were gone, I told Tom about the incident with Simon and the boy at the mall. He thought it sounded rather strange too, but reminded me that Christmas was coming, and that maybe Simon was buying me a present through the blond boy somehow. I gave Tom a look. "Fine!" Tom said. "Keep your eyes open, and at school point him out to me, and we'll see if we can't figure out what's going on!" "Thanks," I said, smiling. The boys walked back in then, with the groceries I'd sent them out for. They joined us, and together we cooked supper. After we'd eaten we watched some Christmas specials that were on TV, then we turned in early. * * * Our snuggle time didn't last as long as usual that night, because all four of us were horny as Hell. Both boys were hard as a rock even before they crawled into bed with us. Of course this caused Tom and I too stiffen up right away as well. It got awkward almost immediately. Ethan had rolled over on top of Tom, in an attempt to get the upper hand, as Tom was tickling him in the ribs. They'd ended up in the missionary position, with Ethan lying right on top of Tom, so their entire bodies were in contact with each other. Their pelvises were together too. Both their hardons were lying next to each other, smushed between their lower abdomens, pointing upward toward their faces. Realizing the compromising position they'd gotten into, Tom stopped tickling Ethan, thinking he'd roll off him. He didn't though. Instead, he just looked down at Tom, gazing deep into his eyes. Tom looked back at him searchingly. Then, Ethan very slowly began to grind his pelvis gently into Tom's, so that the undersides of both their erect penises were rubbing against each other's bellies. Neither said a word, as Ethan humped up and down on Tom about 3-4 times. They just continued looking deeply into each other's eyes, breathing heavily through their partially open mouths. I saw what was happening, and saw the looks on their faces. You could see that they both wanted to go further, but suddenly Tom put his hands lightly on Ethan's hips. "You have to stop Ethan," he said. Ethan quickly stopped and broke his eye contact with Tom. He went red in the face, and started to get off Tom. "I'm sorry!" Ethan said, in an almost strangled voice. Tom quickly wrapped his arms around Ethan, and pulled him back down on top of him and gently held him in his arms. Their pelvises were still pressed against each other. As Ethan laid his head on Tom's shoulder, I heard Tom softly murmur, "It's OK. It's not that I didn't like it. In fact, I liked it a lot. It's just that it wouldn't be right for us to do that. I think you realize that. Don't be upset about it though. I know how hard it is to control your urges. Especially in the position we ended up in. If I wasn't your principal, and you were a little older... well... I probably wouldn't have stopped you." Tom smiled then and kissed Ethan gently on the cheek. Still a little red in the face, Ethan smiled back at him, then crawled off him and out of the bed. I'd been intent on watching Tom and Ethan, and didn't realize that Simon was plastered up against my side, pressing his boner into my hip. My arm was wrapped around him and he was comfortably resting his head in the crook of it. He too was watching Tom and Ethan. As we watched them, Simon was absently fondling my right nipple, kneading and tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger, and as Ethan had been doing to Tom, Simon too was gently humping the underside of his erection against my hip a little. "Hey!" I said softly, giving him a squeeze with my arm, when I realized what he was doing. Simon stopped, and looked embarrassed. "Sorry!" he said, tinging pink. "I know. Same speech Tom just gave to Ethan, goes for you too!" I said, smiling and winking at him. "I know," Simon said. I gave Simon a peck on the forehead then and said. "I love you Simon, but I think it's time you and Ethan go have some private time, and let me and Tom have some too." Simon grinned at me and started crawling out of the bed. "OK," he said. We all said good-night to one another, and the boys, who were both still sporting serious wood, left for Simon's room, shutting the door behind them on their way out. * * * I looked at Tom. "You have no idea how good that felt, and how much I didn't want to stop him," he said, tinging a little pink. "I can pretty well imagine," I said. "You're not upset, are you?" he asked, hesitantly. I chuckled and said, "Hell no. They turn me on just as much as they turn you on! I'd love to let either of them have their way with me!" "It's hell having to be responsible, isn't it?" Tom said, grinning. We both chuckled then. "Seriously, do you think they really want to 'be' with us that way?" Tom asked. "Yeah, I'm sure of it!" I said. "They know how we both feel too. They know we'd like to, but that we're being responsible." "Well, how come they try something like this every so often then?" Tom asked. "They're testing us. I think they both feel that someday we'll give in," I said. "Will we?" Tom asked, looking at me a little uncertainly. "I think that if we did, it would abruptly end any father/son thing we have going with them. In a way, as much as they're horny and seem to want to get it on with us, I really think that deep down, at least for now, they'd be disappointed if we did give in. Oh, they'd enjoy it! But, I really think they'd be disappointed too. I think that these tests aren't just because they want to have sex with us. I think they're also tests to see if we still love them in a father to son way. I think they're kind of a gauge to them. The more they push us, as long as we stop them, it shows them just how much we're willing to sacrifice for them, thus indicating to them how much we love them in a fatherly way. They know they turn us on. I think that maybe they purposely get us all excited, to see if we still love them enough to resist their advances yet," I said. "Wow, I hadn't thought of it that way. I'm impressed! You've really have them figured out, don't you?" Tom said, smiling. "Hope so!" I said. "They both seemed happy with how we handled things just now. That's what's most important." "What's gonna happen when they get older?" Tom asked. "Well, a lot of things can change for them, as well as for us, as they mature. I have no idea what's going to happen with time. So, my plan is to take things as they come, and handle the situations that come up as appropriately as I can," I said. "Works for me!" Tom said. "You sure you're not testing me to see what I would say?" I asked. Tom chuckled. "No, I was just truly a little confused, and wondered what your thoughts were about the boys and us." "OK," I said, smiling. * * * "So what do you want to do now?" Tom asked, grinning at me. I grinned back and reached into the nightstand drawer and extracted a tube of lube. "Do you feel like topping or bottoming tonight?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows. Tom's grin got broader. "I'll do either. So it's your choice." "OK. How about you lift those sweet legs of your's and I'll do you?" I said. Tom grinned and pulled his legs up to his chest, and held them by the knees, spreading them apart for me. I crawled down the bed, and laid down on my belly, with my face in front of Tom's ass. Tom had the most perfect pink, puckered, rosebud. The insides of his cheeks were lightly lined with fine hair, darker than the rest of the hair on his body. I breathed in deeply through my nose, whiffing only the slightly musky scent of Tom's sweat. Smiling, I began lapping at the insides of his ass cheeks, thoroughly washing him, but completely avoiding his hole. "Mmmm!" Tom purred. He wiggled his butt a little, probably in hopes that I'd come into contact with his anus before I was ready to. I didn't though. After I thought I'd teased him enough, I suddenly started at the small of his back, and licked all the way up to the back of his scrotum, running my tongue through the deepest part of his anal crevice, swiping the point of it tongue directly over his asshole. "Oh yeah!" Tom groaned. I began concentrating all my efforts directly on Tom's asshole then, licking it and jabbing it with my tongue. Tom closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the treatment I was giving his hole. "OOOooohhh!" Tom moaned with pleasure. Gently I began pressing my tongue against his hole and pushing. At first I felt some resistence, then suddenly, it seemed that Tom had relaxed his sphincter, as my tongue slid slowly through his muscular ring, and up into his rectum. I began fucking my tongue in and out of Tom's asshole then. "OH God!" Tom cried, quietly. I continued fucking his hole with my tongue for a couple minutes, as Tom jerked around under me, moaning lowly. After a while, I reached for the tube of KY and squirted a little onto my fingers. Then, I replaced my tongue with my index finger. I slid it in as deeply as possible, and spun it around a little, until I located his prostate, which I began to massage. "Fuck!" Tom exclaimed, and I felt his sphincter contract violently, then relax. I saw then, that Tom had begun leaking pre-cum. As I continued finger-fucking him, I crawled up so that I could lean over his pelvis. I added a second finger to the one already sliding in and out of him. As I began fucking him with both fingers, I lowered my mouth over his leaking erection, and sucked it completely into my mouth, tasting the flavor of his pre-cum, as my tongue slid down the underside of his shaft. "OH Fucking God!" Tom gasped, as I began sucking up and down on him, as I continued finger fucking him, and rubbing his prostate. I worked on Tom for a minute or so, until he gasped, "You gotta stop or I'm gonna cum!" I stopped sucking on him then, and pulled my fingers from his asshole. Tom's body relaxed, and he laid there, gazing up at me dreamily. "I could'a just let you finish me that way. It felt great!" he said. "My dick'll feel good too!" I said, grinning. Tom smiled. I lubed my dick up then, and got into position. As Tom lay there holding his knees apart and up to his chest yet, I pressed the head of my hard cock against his anus. He relaxed and I pushed, and within seconds, my dick was buried to the hilt inside Tom's rectum. "OOOHHH!!!!" he exclaimed, as I finally settled on top of him, shoving my dick as far up into his ass as I could. Grinning, I began slowly pumping in and out of him, and he began moaning with pleasure. Within a minute I was fucking in and out of Tom's ass at a good rate of speed, and he was lost in his pleasure. I began fucking him a little harder, and he began groaning and humping up and down off the bed a little to meet my strokes. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Tom cried, suddenly. Then as my own orgasm began building up, Tom suddenly gasped and groaned, and I felt his sphincter squeeze tightly around my dick, and a big glob of cum squirted out the tip of Tom's dick. It flew between us and hit Tom on his chin. Leaning down, while I continued fucking Tom, I licked his cum off his chin, savoring the flavor of it. Suddenly, I felt my own climax swiftly approaching, and I began pounding my meat in and out of Tom's hole. Then, just as Tom was cumming again, with a groan, I fired my first volley of semen, deep inside him. As I kept on pumping in and out of him, both Tom and I continued climaxing, shooting our loads of cum. By the time we'd finished, I must've completely coated all his insides with hot cum. Tom on the other hand had created a small pond of semen on his chest. As soon as I felt my final dribble of jism leak out the tip of my dick, I pulled it out of Tom and rolled over onto my side next to him. Tom lowered his legs then. "Fuck that was good!" he exclaimed, as we lay panting and grinning at one another. * * * While I was fucking Tom in our room, Simon and Ethan were laying on Simon's bed next to each other, each sliding their well-lotioned hand up and down the other's stiff shaft. "I'm gonna cum Si! Don't stop!" Ethan exclaimed after less than a minute had elapsed. "Me too!" Simon cried. Both boys continued beating each other off with their lubed hands. Suddenly, Ethan groaned and his face contorted a little. "Fuck!" he gasped, and a huge rope of cum shot way up into the air. It stopped for a split second, then collapsed again, landing all over Simon's hand. Ethan groaned and ejaculated a few more times, before he finally said, "OK, you can stop. I'm done!" Simon removed his hand from Ethan's penis, but Ethan continued jerking him off. Simon grinned slightly as Ethan sped up slightly. He could feel his orgasm building. "Awww!" Simon cried suddenly, as a glob of semen shot through his urethra and out the end of his dick. Simon's cum arced through the air and landed in a string from his neck, nearly down to his belly button. Ethan grinned, and kept on jacking Simon off, until he too had ejaculated all his pent up semen. When Simon was done cumming, Ethan released his cock, and the two boys lay next to each other, smiling happily to themselves. Eventually they cleaned themselves off, then crawed into bed, snuggled up together, and went to sleep. * * * The next morning, Tom and I got up before the boys did, so we quickly jumped in the shower together. We spent a couple minutes washing ourselves and each other, then once we were rinsed, we took turns going down on each other. Having both had pleasant orgasms, we got out and dried off. I ran to the kitchen then to get Tom and I each a mug of coffee. The boys were both in the kitchen. Like me, both of them were completely nude too. Ethan was sitting at the table, reading the paper, and having a cup of coffee. Simon was packing their lunches. As I got Tom's and my coffee, I watched Simon putting a soda, two sandwiches, some cookies and an apple in a bag. He gave it to Ethan, who thanked him. Then, when he thought I wasn't paying attention, simon proceeded to put two sodas, four sandwiches, two pack of cookies, and two apples in another bigger bag. He went beet red when he realized I'd been watching. "Y-you said yourself, I'm a growing boy!" Simon said. "Uh huh," I said. "Whatever." I took mine and Tom's coffee and left then. * * * Once we'd all eaten and dressed, and Simon and Ethan had had their turn showering together, we all left for school. Simon rode with Ethan, and Tom and I each drove ourselves. Before the bell rang, I went to the office to check my mailbox. As I walked through the lobby, I saw the tall good-looking boy with platinum blond spiked hair, who Simon had been talking with, and given money to, at the mall. He was standing near the payphones talking to someone. Tom was standing outside the office, talking to the head custodian. I motioned to him and he came over to me. I pointed the blond boy out and asked who he was. I told him he was the one I'd seen with Simon. "Well that's interesting," Tom said. "His name's Rob Watkins. He's a junior. High honor roll. Really good kid! He's an only child. He was born to a young girl who was only 14 at the time he was born. I guess she had a drug problem too. Amazingly, Rob didn't seem to be affected by it. Anyway, he was adopted at birth by his adoptive parents, who he's lived with all his life. They seem to be nice people. I've never had a single problem with Rob, so I really don't know him that well. I just know that the teachers and other students all seem to like him. I don't know why Simon would be giving him money, or would lie to you about knowing him, but I don't think you have to worry that much. Like I say, he's an exemplary student." "That just makes it all the weirder," I said, staring at Rob. "It does seem strange!" Tom said. The first bell rang then, and I had to get to class. * * * That afternoon after school, I took Simon to see the doctor, so he could get his working papers. Simon decided he could go in alone to be examined, so I waited in the waiting room. When Simon came out, he was red in the face, and didn't look happy. I asked him what was wrong. "Nothing," he said. "Can we just go now?" "Did you get your working papers signed?" I asked. "Yes," he said, handing me his papers. I'd already paid the co-pay, so we left. In the car I asked Simon what had happened. He looked at me a minute, then he said, "It was just like Ethan said. He felt my balls to check for a hernia, only he took his time about it and kept feeling them, and guess what? I popped a boner!" As I fought to keep from snickering, I said, "Well, do you think he spent too long feeling your testicles?" "I guess not. When I got hard, he seemed embarrassed and apologized. He said it happens to a lot of guys. He said he wasn't surprised it happened to me because, he wasn't sure if maybe I didn't have a small hernia starting, and he had had to check me more carefully," Simon said. "So did he find a hernia or not?" I asked. "I guess not. He said I was OK, and could work," Simon said. I chuckled and said, "Well, don't sweat it, I'm sure a lot of guys do get hard when they get checked. "Did it ever happen to you?" Simon asked. "No, can't say it did," I said, trying not to smile. "Look, you got your working papers, so forget it. It's not important." "I guess," Simon said, resignedly. * * * That night, Simon and I were alone. Tom had a meeting that he thought would run late, and Ethan was working. Simon and I had a nice supper and played some video games together afterward. At bed time, Simon hopped into my bed for "snuggle time", but never indicated a desire to go to his room. So he ended up sleeping with me. When I woke up the next morning, as usual, I found Simon asleep, snuggled up to me, with an arm and a leg draped over me. He had a hardon and in his sleep, he was grinding it into my hip. I nudged him slightly. He stopped humping me, and stirred a little. Then he moved over, so he was lying next to me, still on his stomach. Within a minute, he was sleeping soundly again. Shortly after that, he started humping the bed. I got hard as a rock, as I watched the blankets rise and sink under his butt, and he began moaning. As I watched him, he began humping and faster and harder, and groaning more. Then suddenly, he let out a loud groan, and stopped humping for just a moment. His body shuddered and he moaned. He resumed humping then and after a couple strokes, he groaned and shuddered again. He did this another few times. Then finally, he relaxed. I listened while he breathed heavily. He must've woken up, because, suddenly I heard him exclaim under his breath "Oh Fuck!" I pretended to still be sleeping, as he lurched out of the bed. "Fuck! I jizzed right in Greg's bed!" he whispered to himself. I heard a lot of kleenexes being ripped from the box then, and the sounds of Simon cleaning up the product of his wet dream. Only after he'd finished and left to go to the bathroom, did I roll over and open my eyes. There was a huge wet spot on the bottom sheet. I was grinning and looking at it when Simon walked quietly back into the room. "I'm sorry Greg!" he said. I looked at him, grinned, and chuckled. "No reason to be. Happens to all guys. You must shoot a lot of cum though! Nice big wet spot you left!" Simon smiled, then, but the redness in his face didn't recede immediately. * * * The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Again, Tom and Ethan weren't over for supper, or to spend the night. After supper, Simon told me he needed to study quietly by himself, so he went to his room, and I didn't see him again, until bed time. Simon seemed nervous as the two of us finished up together in the bathroom. We went to my bedroom then and snuggled a few minutes. I was surprised though when after less than 10 minutes, he excused himself, saying he thought he'd read a chapter of his literature book yet before bed. I looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You're not still upset about your wet dream last night are you?" I asked. "NO!" he said, blushing a little. "It's just I got a lot of homework suddenly." "Don't be sorry for wanting to get your homework done," I said. "Go do it. Just don't stay up too late!" Simon left then, and I decided to read a little of a book I was reading. At 2:37, I woke up to find the book laying over my face, and the light still on. Somewhat disgusted with myself, I marked my spot, turned off the light, and went back to sleep. * * * The next morning, when I wandered naked out to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee, I was surprised to find Ethan sitting at the kitchen table. He was completely hidden from view behind the newspaper. "Hey Eeth!" I said. "I didn't hear you get in. Didn't know you were coming over." There was Silence, then a grunt. "Get in late?" I asked, as I poured some 1/2 & 1/2 into my coffee. Another grunt. "Sounds like you could use some coffee, but, I see you already have some. Grab yourself another cup, when you finish that one. I've got enough. I'm going to shower," I said, turning to face him. "Mmmm," was all I heard from behind the newspaper. I noticed by the clock on the stove that I was running late, so I scooted out of the kitchen, and headed to the bathroom to shower. "Fuck he's hot!" murmured the boy, from behind the newspaper, after I was gone... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.