Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2000 12:25:36 -0500
From: beanboycard@goplay.com
Subject: The Weeks that Changed Cale's Life

The following story is total fiction. Any relationship to persons
living or dead is purely accidental and unintended.

This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male),
some of whom are under age.  If you find this concept distasteful, or
if it is illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop
reading now.

This story is dedicated to Ganymede, who writes the most complicated
and interesting man/boy stories on the net.  To Wishus Teglin, who
wrote the best long story I've ever read, and made me fall in love with
four boys.  And mostly, it is dedicated to my friends and the
administrators of www.boy-talk.com, the best Bulletin Board on the net
for men who love and protect boys.  Special friends, including my
technical editor, know who they are and have my undying thanks.  A
copy of this story has been previewing there for some time, as are
subsequent chapters.

If you have comments, I go by the name of beanboy at www.boy-
talk.com, and am a frequent visitor.  Otherwise, you may reach me at
beanboycard@goplay.com.  Enjoy.

Cale and I, Chapter Seven
Sunday at home
By Beanboy

I woke up in the same position, with Cale on my shoulder and my arms
wrapped around him.  I leaned my neck up to kiss him and felt the glue that
bound us together.  We were stuck together from groin to head.

I kissed Cale again and looked over at the clock.  It was 7:00, and high
time we got up.  Sunday was my cleaning day, and Cale had a lot of reading
to do.  I also wanted to get out and buy him some clothes later.  All of
his underwear looked old and he needed a couple pair of shorts and some
T-Shirts to wear.

I kissed Cale again on the forehead, and rubbed my hand across his butt
under the sheets.  Then I kissed each of his eyelids softly.

"Cale, time to get up!  It's morning sleepyhead!"

Cale's eyes with the impossibly long lashes fluttered, opened, and he
looked at me and smiled.

"Did you sleep well, Cale?"

He nodded.  Evidently he wasn't much of a morning person.  Then he started
to rise, and his eyebrows lifted.

"Yeah, Cale, it might not have been a good idea for us to go to sleep like
this.  I think we're going to have to be careful getting ourselves apart."

"Uncle Sean?  It didn't taste like glue, but it sure feels like it now.

Yuck!"

We both giggled.

"So, Cale, before we get up, did you like what we did last night?  Cale
shook his head a bit to wake up, the responded.  "Uncle Sean, I know it
might be dirty to lick someone's butt, but it felt really good!  When you
sucked on my nuts I thought I was going to die, and then you did that stuff
with your tongue on my butt hole, and it felt so good.  I just can't
describe it.  You were right, it was like there was a wire going from my
boner zone to my dick!  I never felt that good before!"  Cale reached in
and kissed me on the lips.  He almost had a tear in his eye.  I kissed him
back.

"Cale, it's not dirty to do anything when it gives pleasure to someone you
love.

And I'm thrilled that I made you feel good!  I'll do that any time for you,
and we don't even need to put food on there, OK?"  I kissed just under his
eye and strangled him with a hug.

"Uncle Sean?  Did you like what I did for you?  You know, to make you have
an orgasm?"

"Cale, you have remarkable fingers.  I don't remember when I had such a
good orgasm."  I leaned in and kissed his nose.  "You know, you have a
talented little tongue, don't you?"  I swiped at his nose with my tongue.

He blushed, and then responded.  "Gosh, Uncle Sean, I know you told me that
it would spurt out, and that it would be a lot, but I was surprised!"

"I know, Cale, you should have seen the look on your face, with a little
cum hanging there off your nose.  If I wasn't so excited, then I would have
laughed out loud."  I rubbed his butt again under the sheets.

"Well, your face was amazing!  You had your eyes almost closed and your
nose all scrunched up like you were going to sneeze!  And your face was all
red!"

"Cale, when men - and boys - are having an orgasm, it's not a pretty
sight."

  I kissed his nose and rubbed his butt again.  "It's like all our energy
goes right into our penises.  But it feels really good, doesn't it?"

He nodded vigorously.

Seemed a good thing to get up, so I warned Cale.  "Cale, we ought to get
up, we've got lots to do.  Slowly we pried ourselves apart and soon we lay
beside each other.  Cale looked down between our bodies.

"Boy, that's a mess!  I can't believe all of that came out of this little
dick here!"

He reached down and wiggled my crusty flaccid penis.

"Well, Cale, you were the one who was so talented that you coaxed it all
out.  I think it's your fault.  But tell you what, I think next time we
should clean up before we go to sleep."  I leaned in and gave him another
little kiss on the nose.

"Now, Cale, why don't we get up and take a shower.  We sure need it!  Then
we'll get breakfast, you can do the reading I promised you, and I can do
all sorts of chores around the house.  What do you want for breakfast?"

"Well, I know I can't have sugary cereal, so what else is there?"  Cale
stuck his tongue out at me.

"Well, we could have some of that cantaloupe we bought yesterday and a
bagel, how's that?  But first we have to get a shower.  Let's go!"

We got up and looked at each other.  Boy it was gross.  We had crusty dried
cum all over.  I pointed down at Cale's limp little penis stuck to his
thigh.  We both laughed.

I walked in and climbed in the shower and turned it on.  "I think we're
going to have to scrub twice, Cale.  Come on, Cale, let's get in there.

We both climbed in the shower, washed our hair and washed ourselves.  The
water took off the dried cum pretty quick, but there was an underlying
layer of slime.  It was tough to get off, so I got out a loofah sponge and
rubbed us almost raw.  Then I applied moisturizer, and on Cale as well.

We got out and dried off.  And then Cale practically shouted!  "Inspection
time!"

"Are you going first, Cale?"

"OK!"  He held his arms out and stood naked as the day he was born in front
of me.

I knelt down and had him turn around.  I moved my hands over his shoulders,
and then slid them down his smooth back.  Then I parted his cheeks and
leaned in and planted a kiss right on his hole.  It quivered and he jumped.

"Turn around Cale!"  Cale turned around and he was hard.  It stuck right in
my face.

I leaned over and caressed his balls, two little things pressed up in the
sac.

"These boys look clean Cale."  Cale's face scrunched up.  He loved it.  I
leaned in gave them a lick.  Cale jumped again.

"Are you going to stand still for this inspection, Cale?"

Cale nodded.

I moved my fingers to hold his shaft, and placed my right hand around to
hold his butt.  I decided I was going to suck him within an inch of his
life.

I leaned in and licked his balls again, and then licked up his little
three-inch shaft.  I got almost to the top, and Cale's legs wobbled a bit.

"Cale, you're going to have to stay steady there if you want me to
continue."  I looked to his face, which was slack, his mouth almost
drooling.  "Do you think you can, Cale, and keep from drooling on me?"

He nodded and croaked out a weak "Yes!"

I looked in at his hard penis, breathing hotly as I stared.  It was
standing up and pointing towards the ceiling.  I pointed it upward and
planted wet sloppy kisses from the base to the head, sucking on the taut
skin with each kiss.

When I got near the head I sucked in the extra skin of his foreskin, moving
it up and over his head, then back down, several times.

Cale gasped and his knees wobbled, then he put his hands on my shoulders.

"Oooh!"  He moaned.

I shifted my grip to his balls, and slid my finger up his crack.  I slid it
slow, and he bent forward a bit, letting my middle finger reach his hole.
I slipped my lips over the head of his little three-inch spear and sucked
on the head.  Cale's fingers gripped my shoulders and he moaned again.
"Uunh!"

I rubbed with my finger directly on Cale's hole, then took all of his penis
into my mouth.  Cale's fingers spasmed and dug into my shoulder.  I circled
his hole with my finger, and drew back to suck the head of his penis.  Then
Cale's little hole opened and sucked my finger in.  At the same time he
thrust his penis in my mouth, bucked and thrust again.  I wiggled my
finger, but pushed it in no further, and Cale thrust in and out of my
mouth.

"Uunh! Uunh!" He bucked and thrust into me.  Three more times, more.  I
held on, with lips and finger, and then he bucked once more, so hard that
he pushed his balls into my mouth.  His penis was little, but I almost
gagged.  Then he collapsed over my shoulder.

I let Cale's penis slip out of my mouth.  He almost jerked it out, actually
- it must have been sensitive.  I took my finger out and he sighed on my
shoulder.

"Well, Cale, I guess that's a good way to wake up, isn't it?"

"Uncle Sean, will you kiss me?"  His voice was very soft.

I wrestled Sean off my shoulder and in front of me, with his hips resting
on mine.  I reached in and gave him a nice little smooch on the lips.

"You need to say anything. Cale?"

He shook his head, then buried it in my shoulder and hugged me.

"Cale, we've got a big day.  I've got tons of chores, and you've got some
reading to do.  Now, let's get dressed.  Are you going to be OK?"

I let Cale on the floor and he wobbled a bit.  "Uncle Sean?"  He turned to
me, and I knelt down to talk one to one.

"I liked that a lot.  It was so good it made me dizzy! Will it always be
like this?"

He stood there, naked and with his hands at his sides, and I couldn't quite
tell if he was afraid or hoping.

"Cale, when people love each other and make love, it always leaves you a
little bit like staggering.  It is very powerful.  It makes me good to see
that you enjoyed it so much.  It is like I'm giving you a big gift.  And
you deserve a big gift."  I reached in, grabbed him to me, and nuzzled my
boy around the ear and neck.

"Now, we've got to get dressed.  Get into a T-Shirt and shorts, we'll do
breakfast, and then I'll do my chores while you read."

We dressed, and then ran towards the stairs.  I stopped to turn on the
computer in the office, and then I connected to the internet.  "Cale, you
know how to use a computer, don't you?"

"I used my Dad's, but we didn't get the internet."  Cale shuffled.  "Well,
Cale, I'll set up what I want you to read, but I'll also teach you about
how to do it yourself in the next few days."

I finished hooking up to where I wanted, then we went downstairs.  I cut up
some Cantaloupe and toasted a couple sesame seed bagels.  We ate a bit, and
then Cale asked a question.

"What are you going to make me read, Uncle Sean?  Is it like Harry Potter?"

"Cale, Harry Potter is an adventure for kids, and this is an adventure for
one kid.  But this story is about what we've been doing, well sort of."

"It is set in the old west, and it is a story about a guy who is traveling
to help a friend when he comes up on a stream and sees a boy about your
age.  He falls in love, and pretty soon the boy falls in love with him.
Listen to this.

They do a lot of the things we do, but there also some scary times where
another guy is mean to some boys.  I want you to read it so you understand
a little about what you are feeling.  Sex is tough for a boy your age to
handle.  I want you to know what it is all about, and also that you have to
be the one in charge, to make the decisions about what we do, OK?"

"What's the name of the story?"

"It's called 'Three Weeks to Heaven'.  And it has sex in it Cale.
Remember, it is about a boy and a man who love each other like we do.
Also, it is about a man who tries to force boys to do these things.  I want
you to know the difference, and also to know what love is."

I stood up and came around the table, lifted Cale out of his chair, and
carried him up to the office to sit in front of the computer.

"Cale, I've got the story on the screen, but it is in lots of parts.  The
first chapter is here.  When you want to go to the next part, push the
'back' button, and then click on the link for the next part.  This is how
you go down the page to read.

Now I'll be downstairs, cleaning the pool first, then the first floor and
the kitchen.

Cale looked a little dazed and clueless.  "Cale, you understand that you'll
like what you read, don't you?"

"Um, I know it's supposed to be good for me and that you asked me to read
it and that it will explain things.  Is that what you mean?"

I leaned in and drew my arm across Cale's chest.  My mouth was right by his
ear.  "Cale, your mind is the best boner zone in the whole world.  And this
story is one too.  You are doing to be hard all day, so be prepared, bug
guy.

Just leave a little of that thing for me, OK?"  I reached and squeezed his
crotch and then left the room.

I stopped at the door and Cale was already reading.  He was a smart
student, and read much higher than his age group, so I wasn't worried that
he'd get through this whole story today.

"Cale?  I'll be in the pool area first.  You can find me there if you need
me."

He nodded, but he was already absorbed.

I went down to the pool.  About once a week I mopped the tile around the
pool.

It substituted for the daily swimming.  It was actually more of a workout!
I had a workout in my mind, too. I was in love with a ten year old boy.
The whole world would condemn me, but I was in love and it felt great.  I
daydreamed of Cale's short hair, so bristly.  Of his little nose, which
drew my lips so often.  Of his silky skin, and shy smile.

If he would understand, I would tell him that I could see the world anew in
his eyes and lose myself in the labyrinth of his little ears.  And his
other parts were wonderful.

Tickling his armpits and sides made me fill with joy. His nipples, little
brown islands on his chest, were glorious. He still didn't know they were
boner zones, too. I resolved to "discover" that with him soon.

I snapped out of it to notice I was just standing there, for who knows how
long.

I shook my head. It was clear I'd never been in love like this before.

I finished up, put the bucket away, and saw that I'd been gone twice as
long as I thought by the time I climbed the stairs and got to see the
kitchen clock.

  It was 11:00 and time to check on Cale.

I walked softly up the stairs and peeked in at him.  The computer was on
the wall beside the door, and I could see all of him but his eyes.  He had
taken off his shorts and was rubbing his penis idly, completely engrossed
in his reading.

I watched as his fingers rubbed his balls back and forth, then traveled up
the shaft and pulled the foreskin to the fullest extent.  He was clearly
doing it absent-mindedly, but it was beautiful.

"Hey, Cale, I'm finished with the pool.  Looks like you're enjoying the
story!"

He looked up at me, and pulled his hand from his penis.  He was a little
ashamed, but also knew what he wanted.  He looked me in the eyes.

"Cale, it's just fine that you like to play with it.  That is what it is
there for.

Remember, I know you are reading a story that is a boner zone.  That means
that when you read it you will get a boner.  Didn't I tell you that your
mind was the best sex organ in your body?"

I leaned in and kissed my boy.

"Uncle Sean, I like the story.  Wishus and Teglin love each other lots."

"They do.  Where are you in the story?"

"Well, they are in the cabin and Wishus' uncle and aunt are in town, and
Teglin just sucked on Wishus, then they curled to sleep.  I reminds me of
me and you, how we sleep so close."

"Well, Cale, that's the good kind of love.  In the next couple of chapters
you'll see the bad kind.  Come get me if it makes you too sad.  I'll be
cleaning the kitchen and the living room next, and I'll fix us some lunch,
too.  And don't feel bad about playing with that thing, but don't wear it
out.  I want some too.

" I winked at him and reached between his legs to give the little boner a
squeeze.

I then left, got out the vacuum and did the floors, then wiped down the
kitchen counters.  I worried a little, too.  There are lots of reasons that
relations with a boy are bad.  Perhaps the best in my mind was because he
isn't emotionally prepared for a full-blown love affair.  Frankly, I wasn't
sure I'd still be in love with him when he got older and grew up.  Love
him, yes, but 'in love?'  I guess there was a chance I would go from loving
a boy to loving a man, and a big part of me wanted him to grow up and
become independent.  I think we'd have to talk about that.

After cleaning the kitchen, I fixed a sandwich for each of us, with chips.

I poured some lemonade, then I went back upstairs.  I found myself taking
extra care, like I was preparing dinner for a special guest.  I looked at
the table and wished I had flowers.

I blushed there by myself.  Cale had me hooked.  I hoped he loved me a
tenth of what I loved him.

It was 12:30 and my boy was probably hungry.  I climbed the stairs again.
I peeked in like before.  Cale this time still had his eyes glued to the
screen, but this time he was not fingering his penis.  He had reached
underneath and stuck his first two fingers up his hole, and was slowly
pulling them in and out.

His eyes were screwed up, but he looked a little frustrated.

I knocked.  Cale jumped.  He also blushed as he drew fingers out.

"Cale, it's time for lunch.  Sorry to interrupt you, but lunch is ready.

And I think you need to wash your hands before lunch, too."

"Uncle Sean, I read about what that bad man did to Rolando and Demetrio.

Making Rolando wear a dress was really bad.  And he hurt him by sticking
that thing up him.  But Rolando kind of liked it too, didn't he?"

We went to the guest bathroom and both washed our hands.

"Well, Cale, some boys like that, and some men do too.  You liked it a lot
when I licked you last night, and you liked it when I stuck my finger in a
little this morning, right?"

He nodded, looked up at me, and kept washing.

"Cale, it's called anal sex, because that's your anus back there.  I did it
once with a woman once, and it felt pretty good.  But I never had it done
to me, and I bet it would hurt at first.  Maybe a whole lot."

Cale looked up at me.  "Teglin stopped doing it to Rolando.  He wants to
save his first time for Wishus.  I feel sorry for Wishus, all alone back at
the burnt down cabin.  I hope they get together soon."

"Yeah, Rolando wanted it pretty bad, didn't he?"  I dried my hands and then
rubbed Cale's head.

"He sure did!  At least Teglin sucked him!  He seems nice, but why does he
talk funny?"

"Cale, he and Demetrio are little Mexican boys!  You could figure that out,
I know you could!"

"Well!"  Cale giggled, and looked a little sheepish.  "I just never met any
Mexicans before.  His voice sounded stupid, but he seemed smart."

"You are perceptive Cale!  Often when people are speaking another language
than the one they grew up with they sound stupid.  But they're not really,
just unfamiliar with the words."

"Uncle Sean, why did he want it so much?  You know, to be fucked in the
butt.

Even with that long white thing?"

I knelt down and faced Cale.  His penis was now the normal little nubbin I
loved so much.  "Cale, I don't really know. I was never a boy who put
something up there.  I don't even know if it feels good to put something up
my own butt!  Let me tell you what I've read.  There's a place inside your
butt called a prostate gland.  It's supposed to be really sensitive, and
when you touch it your penis goes wild.  At least that's what I've read.  I
guess Rolando really liked what it felt like so much that he needed to feel
it again."

"Oh!  Well, it felt good to put my fingers up there, but I didn't feel
anything that good."

"Well, Cale, maybe you need something bigger." I looked over and there were
two hairbrushes I kept out for when company came.  They had long handles
bigger than my finger and a bit longer.  They weren't too big, and looked
to be the right size.

"Cale, if you still want to try after lunch I think I've got something that
might work.  But you have to promise to stop if it hurts or anything.
Anyway, you still have a couple hours of reading left.  Now, let's go eat.
I made us salami sandwiches on Italian bread with tomato slices and
provolone cheese.  I know you like salami!"  I winked at him.

We scampered down the stairs, me in shorts and a T-shirt, and my little
nudist with his shirt hiding the top of his butt.

Lunch was good.  We both ate with gusto.  "Oh, Cale, we need to go shopping
for some clothes for you.  So you'll have to put on some shorts.  We'll
make it a quick trip so you can get back to your reading while I clean the
rest of the house and cook dinner.  Do you like lasagna?"

"Is yours as good as grandma's?"

"Mine is better!  I use real Italian sausage.  Your grandmother uses ground
beef.

And I use fresh ricotta cheese and the best mozzarella!  Now get those
shorts on, and put on underwear.  You're going to have to try on clothes!"

Cale ran upstairs, penis bobbing up and down, and was back down in seconds.

I hoped his energy didn't drive me to an early grave.

We went out and got in the convertible, took down the top, and drove to the
Walmart.  We parked and went in and I had Cale try on lots of stuff.  I
wanted a few good shirts for him to wear, and some sweat pants and more
underwear.  I got him two bathing suits, for when we went to the shore or
had company, and three pairs of shorts.

Cale got really embarrassed when I asked him to come out of the dressing
room with the speedo on, so I went in and admired it.  No question why he
was embarrassed.  No speedo fits really well all tented out!  "Cale, why
are you so hard?"  I whispered in his ear.

"I don't know, Uncle Sean, but it fit until you told me to come out, and
now it's all big again!"

I giggled with him and gave his penis a little squeeze.  "OK, you can take
them off and we'll go pay for everything.  We can take care of this later."

We finally paid for our things and went back to the car.  It was only a few
blocks to the house.  We parked, unloaded and then went in.  As I opened
the door I remembered that someone might have been fooling around in the
shed, but figured if I hadn't noticed anything, then it must be OK.

"Uncle Sean, can I start reading again?"

"OK, Cale, I'll put away your new things.  You go ahead.  Do you remember
how to get to the site?"

"Yeah!"  He ran across the hall.

I shook my head, still almost convinced that I had created a sex monster.

Then I remembered his playing with his butt.  I went in, picked up the
hairbrushes off the bathroom counter, then went down and got a bottle of
olive oil.  I walked in to see Cale, who had begun reading.  He'd already
whipped off his shorts and underwear.

"Cale?"

He looked up at me, impatiently.

"If you want to get that spot inside, you can use this, but make sure to
make things slippery, OK?  Here's some olive oil.  Don't get it on the
computer, OK?"

I reached down and kissed Cale on the lips.  "I love you!"  I whispered.

"Thanks Uncle Sean!"

"And Cale, don't hurt yourself, OK?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't stick it in too far if it hurts too bad just because you're curious.

OK?  Promise?"

"I promise. Can I have another kiss?"

"Sure!"  I leaned down again, and planted my lips and kissed him hard.  I
slipped my tongue out just a bit, and licked his lips.  Then I pulled away.

"Now, I'm going to be around if you need me, you want me to close the door
for privacy?"

"Nope, you've seen everything, and licked everything, too.  "He giggled and
I left.

I went up first and cleaned the bathroom.  I remembered Cale's ritual, the
checking to see if he was clean enough to eat off of.  Well, I'd done that
the night before, and can't believe how wonderful it was.  Sure, the taste
was olive oil, but it felt so wonderful to give him pleasure, to send him
moaning to the edge.

I also remembered that Cale had taken to popping the head of my penis in my
mouth for just a moment to lick off the pre-cum.  So enticing that was!  I
got hard, and found myself daydreaming again about my boy.

I went on and cleaned the tiles and sink.  I was going to have to get a
maid if I was going to keep up with my job and boy.  This was taking a long
time.

I finished and packed the cleaning gear in the closet.  Then I walked down
the hall to get out the vacuum cleaner.  I peeked in at Cale along the
way. He had the hairbrush up his butt about two inches.  The look on his
face was not of pain, but of careful concentration.  He was trying to push
it in, and evidently concentrating his whole being on how it felt.  He was
still reading though.

How he could concentrate on both his butt and the screen was beyond me.

I watched for a few moments, and then decided not to interrupt.  But I was
hard, very hard!  Not easy to vacuum the carpets with a hard-on, so I
stripped to my underwear and a T-Shirt that was less confining.

It was 3:30, and I went down and cleaned the kitchen and then made dinner.

I put together the lasagna lovingly.  I was a careful cook - no, an
adventurous one.  I once put fennel in a pan of lasagna, too much, and
spoiled a whole dinner party.  But I had this recipe down now.  Still, the
sausage I'd gotten from Italian market had a lot of fennel in it.  I had
the right idea that time, but just overdid it.  And I had prime mozzarella
and parmesan as well as some fresh pasta.  I made a big pan, like always,
figuring out that I'd freeze some for a later date.  Of course, with Cale
here, I wouldn't have to freeze as much as usual.

I finished up at about 5:30, and trudged up to see Cale.  I peeked in as
before, and saw Cale with the brush handle up his butt.  He was leaning
over the back of the chair and concentrating almost totally on moving the
handle in and out.

"Cale, are you going to do that all day?"

He looked up at me and smiled, a little embarrassed, but kept going, moving
the handle in and out.  "I think I almost have it Uncle Sean!"

I entered the room and walked behind.  Cale's little hole was visible to me
now the handle sliding in and out slowly as Cale poked himself, searching
for his prostate.  I was mesmerized, "Come on, Uncle Sean, don't just stand
there, can't you help me?"  He was giggling but almost begging as well.

"Well, Cale, you don't look like you need much help.  Take that out of your
butt and let me see if you've hurt yourself.  You've stretched those
muscles a bit."

He obeyed me, but he seemed reluctant.  "It didn't hurt really, Uncle Sean!
Only a little at first, and I think I've almost got it."

"Cale, I just want to see if you're OK!  I know it feels good.  The look on
your face when I walked in the room told me that.  But you're still little,
and this handle is bigger than you are used to.  Bend over for just a
second."

Cale bent over the back of the chair again.  His hole was red and a little
puffy, but looked healthy.  It was stretched, but didn't seem hurt.  I
touched the rim of his anus, and felt all around it, focusing my eyes on
Cale's and gauging his reaction.  He just looked back at me and smiled, no
pain showing on his face.

"So, you think you almost got it, huh?  Give me that olive oil, OK?"

Cale grabbed it off the seat of the chair and handed it back, then I spread
some on my finger and smoothed it all around his hole.  I then stuck my
middle finger in to the second knuckle.  Cale gasped and flinched a little.

"How does that feel, Cale?"

"Oh!  Your finger is so much warmer than the handle.  It feels tons
better."

I stuck the finger in to the hilt, and then started to feel around.  Cale's
bowel's gripped my finger, and I slid it along the smooth sides until I
felt his prostate.

The moment I touched the little organ Cale jumped!  "That's it!  Do it some
more!"  He stared back at me with undisguised lust.

I moved my finger over that little bump several more times.  Cale jerked
and moved his butt back to meet me.  He gasped and bucked.  I withdrew my
finger.

"Cale, I think we found the spot."  He just lay over the chair.  "Now, do
you understand what Rolando was feeling?"

Cale nodded and straightened up his T-Shirt "I sure do.  Wishus has been
sticking things up his butt, too.  I think I'm near the end of the story.
I just started the last chapter.  Can I finish before dinner?"

"Sure, Cale!  Tell you what, when you finish, come down to the pool.  I'm
going to do a few things with the cars, then take a soothing dip in the
pool and get a shower.  Then when you get down we can put the lasagna in
the oven."  Cale nodded.  "Then we can talk about the story."

I figured he was about thirty minutes away from joining me, so I went
outside and checked the cars first.  They seemed fine.  I didn't have the
keys on me, so didn't check the shed.  I walked around the block again to
see if there was anything amiss.

It was an uneventful walk.  It was 85 degrees and humid, and I was breaking
a sweat by the time I got back.  Nobody was out on their porches, and there
was just one boy skateboarding under I-95.  I got back to the house and
shouted up the stairs, "I'm back inside now, Cale!"

I heard a muffled "OK!" then went into the pool area and undressed, got on
the raft in the pool, and closed my eyes.  I thought about what Cale and I
would do, because it was obvious that he would ask me soon to replace that
hairbrush handle with my penis, and probably soon.  I guess I knew I wanted
it, or I wouldn't have let him read the story.  But I also knew that Cale
wanted it.

I drifted off floating in the middle of the pool with his little round butt
pictured at the front of my head.

I don't know how long it was, but I woke up with Cale's hand rubbing my
chest.

When he saw my eyes open he heaved down on the raft and I hit the water.  I
sank to the bottom and came up sputtering.

"You got me good, Cale!"

He giggled.  "Come here Cale!  No, I'm not going to get revenge."

He came up to me and I lifted and launched him through the air.  He loved
it and I tossed him around time and again.  I launched him with my right
hand on his butt, and he squealed every time.  We had a great time.  And it
was absolutely necessary, as he hadn't expended much energy at all during
the day.

We played the tossing game for thirty minutes, until my arms were tired,
and then I grabbed Cale and hugged him good.  I lifted him in my arms and
he wrapped his legs around my waist.  As usual, he was hard, his penis
poking me in the belly.

"Cale, you seemed to have enjoyed all that roughhousing!  Looks like little
Cale down there is happy, too!"  I nodded towards his penis and then kissed
him on the nose and smiled.

"Can I ask you something, Uncle Sean?"  Cale said this quietly, and I stood
still and looked into his eyes to answer.

"Sure, Cale, fire away!"

He blushed, and opened his mouth three times to speak, but nothing came
out.

"Come on, Cale, tell me."  I leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek.

"Um, will you?"  He shut his eyes tight and a tear came out.  "Will you
play with my butt some more now?"  He buried his head on my shoulder.

"Here?  We have to get a shower, Cale!"  I set him on the side of the pool
but he clung to my neck.

"No, after the shower up in our room.  Please?"  He spoke into my shoulder
and it was hard to hear.  He had been working up to this request, and it
was obvious.

"Sure, Cale, I'd be glad to.  Before dinner or after?"  I wrenched his head
around and kissed his nose again.

Cale brightened.  "Before, Beat you to the shower!"  Cale grabbed his
T-shirt, walked out the door and presumably ran up the steps.  Didn't even
stop to dry off.  I took the slow route, drying, picking up my clothes and
climbing the stairs.  He was pretty eager.  What had I gotten myself into?
I stopped off on the way and put the lasagna in the oven with a timer on.
It would shut off in 45 minutes.  It was about 7:30.

When I finally walked in the bathroom the shower was on and Cale was behind
the glass shower door and scrubbing away.  "Get in here!"

I snuck in to keep the water from spraying off the floor, and lathered up
my head.  Cale was done, and started soaping my back.  He was hard, but not
paying attention to it, he just wanted to hurry up.  As I rinsed my head
Cale soaped my arm pits, then my chest, and then played his hands over my
rapidly inflating penis.  He stroked me several times, and I looked down
and he was staring up into my eyes.  I smiled, not able to resist his
taking charge.

Cale finished, and then I rinsed.  Cale got out and started drying, then
ran out the door.

I dried more slowly, and then Cale came back in and pulled my arm to follow
him.

"OK, Cale, tell me what to do.  You're pretty eager, aren't you?"

He went over to the bed and slapped the olive oil in my hand. "Put this on
me!"

He bent over and pulled his cheeks apart.

I followed directions.  I first painted his crack, and then slipped oil
liberally into his hole.  While I'd seen him stuffing a hairbrush handle up
there earlier, it was tight and light pink again.  I slipped my finger in
and liberally spread the oil in.

His sphincter opened readily, but gripped my fingers tightly.  I finished,
licked my finger clean of the oil, and then said, "What next, Cale?"

"Get on the bed, I want to kiss!"

I sat down and opened my arms.  "No, lie down!"  I scooted over and lay on
my back, and Cale climbed on top of me, his legs splayed on either side of
my stomach.  I got the idea.  He wanted my penis up his butt.  But before I
could say anything, Cale had his lips planted on mine.

Cale's kisses were entrancing.  He pushed his little tongue in my mouth and
played it along the roof of it, and then I responded with my tongue.  We
circled each other's tongues, and I giggled a little, but stopped as I felt
the hot breath coming from Cale's nose.  He was concentrating very hard.
Cale wanted this badly.

I broke the kiss and drew him closer, and whispered in his ear.  "Cale, if
you want to do this you'd better put olive oil on my dick, don't you
think?"

Cale looked up and surprised, but I broke him from it by kissing him
quickly.

"It's pretty obvious you really want this, but my penis is bigger than that
brush, so you need to promise me to go slow, OK?"

Cale nodded, and reached to the nightstand for the oil.  He poured some in
his hand and then turned around and knelt with his head right above my
penis.

His butt was facing me, and about a foot away.  I could not resist, and
stuck my face out and tongued Cale's butt just as he placed his hands along
my shaft and lips over the head of my penis.  I'd almost reached my tongue
to his hole when he took my penis far into his mouth.  I moaned.

He pulled off slowly, and I inserted a finger into Cale's hole.  We went
like that for several minutes.  Cale caressing my penis with oiled hands
and his tongue, and me sticking first one finger, then two into Cale's
butt.  With two fingers in I grazed Cale's prostate twice, then three
times, and he shook, almost biting down on me.

"Cale, careful there or Sean Junior won't be able to do his part!  I think
we're ready.  Get up here and kiss me, Cale."

Cale turned around, swooped in to kiss again, but I stopped him.  "Cale,
reach down and place the head of my dick against your hole.  While you're
holding it, see if you can put it in."

Cale slipped his fingers on my penis and backed into it.  It was certainly
hard enough to do the task, I was just worried about whether I'd erupt all
over before we got it done.  The contact with his hole was agony it felt so
good.  I guess I was so close that any contact threatened to take me over
the top.  Cale was having trouble holding it and concentrating.

"Here, Cale, I'll hold it.  You back down on it, though. I want you to be
in control, in case it hurts too bad, OK?"  Kiss me before we start. We
smooched a wet one, but with no tongue.  "OK, go ahead."

I held my penis up and he lined up with it with cheeks spread.  He pushed
down and there was some give, but he couldn't get it in.  The look of
concentration was intense on Cale's face.  His eyes were wide, but it was
clear he was gritting his teeth.

"Cale, wiggle just a little as you press down.  Do it and almost circle the
head of my dick with your hole.  That might work."  I braced myself, as the
circling caused even more friction on my penis.  I oozed pre-cum, and that
may have helped as the helmet of my penis started slowly to work inside of
Cale.

Cale's eyebrows rose.  His face brightened for a moment with victory.  Then
he pushed harder and the whole of my glans entered him.  His anus was
tight, and the sphincter gripped my head and kept me from coming.

"How does it feel, Cale?"

"It hurts a little, but that's going away.  I just want to get more in."
He pushed down and succeeded, engulfing yet another inch.  He had a third
of me inside him.

"Unhh!"  Cale's eyes closed and he pushed again.  Another inch.  His bowels
were hot and gripped my penis tightly.  Cale's face relaxed, and his eyes
met mine with an intense stare.  "It feels good Uncle Sean, really good."

"Pull up just a little and then go down, Cale, but slowly."  He did, moving
up an inch, then down two.  He had most of my penis inside now.  And I was
concentrating hard now not to spurt until he'd adjusted and had his
pleasure.

I whispered.  "Again, Cale, you've almost got it all."  He grinned, pulled
up two inches, and then slid down until his butt rested on my pubic hair.

"OK, Cale, did it hit the good spot?"

Cale was sweating.  He nodded. He panted. "Yeah, on the way in!"

"Then slide up and down and it will keep hitting it, Cale."  He complied,
slowly sliding up and down, and I reached down and gripped his penis,
slowly masturbating him.

Cale slid up and down, gasping with each move.  I jacked his penis, and it
became clear that I would not last long.

Up and down he went, and he began to quicken his pace.  I kept my fingers
moving on Cale's penis, and his panting increased its pace as well.  I
groaned and began to move my hips in time to Cale's.

"Cale, I'm going to come soon!"  He nodded and smiled through gritting
teeth and moved up and down faster.  I slid my fingers across his glans and
Cale groaned.

"Unhh!  Unhh!  Unhh!"  I came, shooting several times, and Cale quickened
his pace faster, undoubtedly helped by the extra lubrication my sperm
provided.

He quickened still more then suddenly he collapsed on me.  His penis
throbbed in my fingers as he shuddered with orgasm.  I thrust twice more,
spurting again, and then stopped.  We lay there silently for several
minutes, emotionally drained.

Then I wrapped my arms around Cale and pulled him up to me.  My penis had
shrunk and popped out easily.  I crushed Cale to my chest and then tilted
up his head.  He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Well, Cale, that is about as intense as anything I've ever experienced.

You are amazing!"  I kissed him on the bridge of his nose.

"Let's do it again!"  Cale wanted more.  On second look, though, it was
clear he was teasing me now.  It had been so intense for him that he would
not be able to do this for some time to come.  Neither would I.

"Well, Cale, that's a good way to work up an appetite, but I think we both
got dirty in the process.  I've never seen you sweat so much.  And I'll bet
your butt is a sight!  And I know Sean Junior down there is a mess.  Let's
go in and rinse off."

Cale tried to get off.  I reached behind and lifted him with one hand on
his butt.

The sperm was beginning to leak from his butt, so I held my hand over it
and carried my boy to the shower.  We rinsed off with out incident, then
dried off.

I inspected Cale like usual, but this time it was much more serious.

"Cale, does it hurt back here?  Is it sore?  I rubbed around his hole with
my finger lightly.

"Yeah, it's a little sore, but it doesn't hurt.  In fact, it tickles right
now!"  He wiggled his butt at me.

"Well, I was a little worried.  Maybe it's a good thing my penis is only
average- sized.  Let's get dressed.  It's 8:30 and we have dinner
downstairs - a very late dinner.  Then we can take a walk or something.

As we walked towards our clothes to put them on we heard a scream followed
by the whoops of a bunch of kids.  "Let's go, Cale, put those clothes on
fast!"

I put on my shorts without underwear and threw on a T-Shirt.  I left
without shoes.  Cale was right behind me.  We ran down the stairs and out
the door, turned the corner to see three neighborhood boys rattling the
fenced in parking area.  One was actually climbing it.  The setting sun
shown through and the whole area was in shadow, with these boys trying to
disrupt the calm.

"Excuse me boys, can I help you?"  One boy turned around and started to
speak, and the other ones grabbed him and they ran off.  The door to the
shed slammed.

"Cale, I think we have someone in the shed.  And if I'm right, I think it's
those lost boys.  Run in the house and get the keys on the dining room
table, OK?"

Cale ran off.  It went to figure.  Those boys were about 11 or 12 years
old.

  They wouldn't be chasing a homeless man. And they said they beat up and
chased a couple boys the other day. All the pieces of the puzzle finally
came into place in my mind..

Cale came back, running gingerly on his bare feet over the sidewalk.  He
gave me the keys and I unlocked the gate.  "Keep this closed, Cale, and
stay here for now.  I'll go in and check things out."

I walked up to the door of the shed and tried to open it.  Someone was
holding it from the inside.  I decided to talk to them.

"Well, I know you two are in there, and am happy you found a place to stay.

Did the bananas we gave you taste good yesterday?"

I didn't get an answer, except that a sour smell emanated from the shed.

The boys were probably pretty dirty.

"Tell you what, boys.  I've got some lemonade and lasagna upstairs.  Way
too much for me and my boy.  Would you two like to come to dinner?  I
chased off those other boys!"

I felt the door give a little, and opened it.

There stood the two little street boys.  They were filthy, and they had
both been crying.  The eldest held the smaller one behind him, and he
looked scared.

I also saw some cuts on the boys, and their shoes were almost in pieces.

"Come on, boys.  I think we need to get you two in the shower and let me
see to those cuts, and then we'll get you fed, OK?"  The oldest of the two
moved forward and the younger one followed, limping and with tears coming
down his face.  I leaned in and picked the little one up.  He smelled
awful, like spoiled milk and shit.  But he clung to me.

I nodded to the bigger boy.  "Don't worry, I'll carry your brother, I think
he needs to be held a bit.  Let's get out the door.  That's Cale over by
the gate.

He'll lead us into the house."

We walked out slowly.  I locked the gate and then caught up with the
others.

"Cale, when we get inside go up to the closet in your room and get T-Shirts
and sweat pants for these two.  Underwear too.  Then get down to the pool.
I'm going to need help giving these two a shower."

We entered and Cale ran up the stairs.  The rest of us walked through the
door to the pool area.  The oldest boy was in awe, but the little one was
still crying on my shoulder.  I tapped the oldest on the shoulder.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"I'm Peter and this is Alexander.  We call him Sasha.  I'm really sorry
he's crying so bad, Mister, but he twisted his ankle when those boys were
chasing us and he's really scared."

"Don't worry about it Peter.  I know you're trying to take good care of
him, but sometimes a little boy needs to be held by someone bigger.  I'll
tell you what, we can go swimming later maybe, if you feel good, but first
we're going to get you both cleaned up.  Oh, and call me Sean."

I led Peter to the shower.  "Cale will be down in a minute, with some
towels and clean clothes for you two. Get undressed now, Peter, and we'll
get you two cleaned up."

I set Sasha on the ledge outside the shower and leaned in and whispered in
his ear.  "Sahsa, I'm Sean.  You're going to feel much better when we get
you cleaned up.  Here let me help you off with your shirt."

I snuck a peek and Peter wasn't moving at all.  "Come on, Peter, you're
really tired and I can't scrub you unless you get the clothes off.  The
shower is big enough for all four of us, so we'll help getting both of you
clean."  Cale came in just then with a mountain of towels and clothes in
his arms.

"Uncle Sean's right, we'll help get you clean, and he's a great cook.

You'll love the lasagna."  Cale was excited by the drama of the situation,
but he was also proud that he was able to help this time.  "Are we all
going to get in the shower, Uncle Sean?"

Maybe Cale going first would get Peter moving.  "Yeah, Cale, Peter and
Sasha here will need some help.  Can you get undressed and get the water
started?  Peter, don't be worried about getting naked, OK?  We're all boys
here, and besides, we usually go swimming without suits, too."

I took off Sasha's shirt.  His sobbing was slowing.  I reached down and
carefully untied and took off his shoes.  Sasha's right ankle was swollen
and caked with dirt.  "We'll get ice on this a little later Sasha.  Can you
move your toes?"

Sasha wiggled them for me.  "Well, Sasha, that probably means nothing is
broken and we won't have to take you to the hospital."

By this time Cale was naked and turning on the shower, and Peter was
standing there kicking off his shoes.  "Peter, hurry up now.  Cale doesn't
need to get clean, because we just had a shower.  Cale, make sure to wash
Peter's hair twice, more if necessary."

"OK, Sasha, we'll get your pants off now."  I unbuttoned and unzipped his
shorts, and then lifted Sasha into my arms.  With him clutching my chest I
stripped off both his shorts and his undies.  He shuddered in my shoulder,
but I set him down on the ledge, and then took off my own shorts and
T-Shirt.  I grabbed him and carried him into the shower.

I set Sasha down and looked over.  Cale was washing Peter's hair.  They
were talking quietly.  I dunked Sasha under the shower and started washing
his hair as well.  It was filthy.  He was blond, as was his brother, but it
was a very dirty blond.  I scrubbed him and rinsed, and then scrubbed
again.  Cale started to soap up Peter's chest and they were still talking
quietly getting to know one another..

I washed Sasha's hair again. then rinsed him and soaped him up.  His ankle
buckled, and I picked him up and soaped and washed him twice while in my
arms.  I washed him all over, and his butt was particularly bad.  I hoped
that the bananas hadn't caused diarrhea.

"Cale, make sure to wash Peter's butt really good!"

I turned to Sasha.  "You are a dirty boy!  But we're getting you clean now.

Are you hungry?  I hope so, because I have a ton of food upstairs!  Peter,
are you hungry?"

Peter answered.  "I'm real hungry Mr. Sean!"  Cale was washing his legs,
and Peter was washing his own penis, which was looking pretty hard.  The
boys were both circumcised, and Peter's little penis stood out as least as
long as Cale's, which was also standing proud as well.  I looked down.
Sasha was still somewhat in shock, I guess, and his little penis was just a
nubbin.

I moved down and washed Sasha's penis.  It slowly stood up and saluted.  He
gave me a two and a half-inch stiffy for me to soap up.  He stuck his head
in the hollow of my neck as I soaped his penis.  He was embarrassed, but
jerked in my arms as I rubbed it.  I continued to soap his thighs and legs.
He was a very dirty boy.  I concentrated on cleaning him all over.

Cale and Peter were finished and rinsing off, and Sasha and I were almost
done.

Sasha clung to me and I washed his feet and rinsed the both of us off, his
arms around my neck.

"Come on out boys, and we'll dry off."  Cale shut off the water, and the
two of them dried each other off.  They looked like they enjoyed each
other.  Sasha still clung to me, so I dried him and myself, and then pried
him off of me to dry his tummy and penis.

I knelt down and placed Sasha on his feet.  "Let's get into these clothes
honey."

I helped him into a pair of Cale's underwear, which were much too big, and
the almost fell off. I took them back off.

"I'll get you new underwear tomorrow, Sasha, but you are going to have to
go free balling tonight.  That means without undies. " I put on his sweat
pants and then stretched the T-Shirt over his head.  I looked over and Cale
and Peter were not dressed.

"Aren't you going to dress, boys?"

"Uncle Sean, can we just stay naked?"  They both sported stiffys.  They
evidently loved each other's company!  "Well, we're going to the table to
eat dinner boys, and I have a rule in this house.  You have to be dressed
for dinner!  But any other time and I'd love to see you naked.  You are
both very good-looking boys.  Hey, it looks like you two are saluting each
other!"  The boys looked down at each other's penises and laughed.

Sasha, in my arms again, giggled for the first time since Cale and I found
the boys.  It made me feel good.  It was important that Sasha laughed.
Cale and Peter put on their clothes, and we exited the swimming pool area
and went upstairs, Sasha still clinging to my chest.

When we got to the kitchen, I whispered in Sasha's ear.  "I have to go cook
your dinner honey.  Can you sit here?"  He nodded, but reluctantly.

I set Sasha in a chair at the table, and Cale and Peter sat down too.

"Boys, dinner will be ready in a minute."

I'd already put together a salad for Cale and I.  I divided it in four
parts, and added some of the antipasti we bought at the Italian Market to
each one to make a full plate for each of us.  I set that in front of the
boys.  "Eat up while I dish up the lasagna boys!  Oh, Cale, can you go get
my cell phone off my dresser and Dorie's card?  It should be right next to
it."

I put portions of the lasagna on a plate in the microwave and set it on
three minutes.  Then I came out to talk to the boys.

Peter was eating his greens, but not touching anything else.  Sasha was
just sitting there.

I knelt next to Sasha.  "Come on, you never tasted grape leaves?  You will
love it, Sasha, there's rice and lamb inside.  Will you eat one for me?"

Sasha picked it up, and tasted it with just a little bite.  He then ate the
whole thing.  "See Peter, your little brother likes it.  Go ahead!  It
tastes great!  Right Cale?"

Cale as eating like he had no tomorrow left.  Our activity earlier had
evidently made him hungry.  I left him and the boys and brought the lasagna
over and placed it in front of them.  It was 9:15, and I rang up Dorie.

"Hello?"

"Dorie, this is Sean Martin!  How are you this evening?"

"Well, I'm OK.  Why did you call?"

"Well, I've got a couple friends of yours eating dinner with me."  I was in
the living room and didn't want to seem so obvious to the boys.

"What are you saying, Sean?"

"Dorie, I found your boys.  They've evidently been staying in my shed for
several days, and Cale and I brought them in tonight and gave them a bath,
and I'm feeding them now.  They are fine, but the little one, Sasha, is a
little traumatized.  Look, Dorie, I'll gladly keep them tonight.  They only
have minor cuts on them physically, though Sasha has a twisted ankle.  Can
you come out tomorrow about 10:00?"

"Sean, I'm so glad to hear this.  I'll call off the police search.  Do you
need any help at all?"

"Well, I don't have underwear to fit the little one, but he'll be OK.  Cale
and Peter are bonding very well.  I think they'll be OK here for the night.
I'm going to put them to bed here after dinner.  I'll tell you, Dorie, they
were dirty and traumatized. Some boys in the neighborhood chased them into
my parking area.  They were shaking when I found them.  Cale has calmed the
older boy, Peter, but the younger one is still shaken.  I'll watch him
tonight."

Sean, I'll be there at 11:00 in the morning.  I can't make it before then.

I want you to think about something, though. Will you be able to keep them
for a few days?"

"Your wish is my command, Dorie.  I'm already in love with Sasha.  I'd keep
him forever.  Just want him to talk to me.  He's not talking yet, but I'm
getting nods in appropriate situations."

"OK. Sean, I'll see you tomorrow at 11:00.  I know you'll take care of
those boys well!"

I hung up and returned to the table and the boys had already finished their
lasagna.  "Boys, are you still hungry?"

I saw three nods.  I put three more portions on their plates, and sat down
to eat myself.

"So, Peter, I know you've been on the street for a few days.  Remember we
saw you over at the market the other day.  Did you like the bananas we left
you?"

"Mister. . ."

"Hold it, Peter, I asked you to call me Sean earlier.  You can call me
Uncle Sean if you want, just like Cale does, but I'm not going to be called
'Mister!'"

"OK, Uncle Sean."  He hesitated, but followed Cale's lead.  "We liked the
bananas.  It was the first food anyone gave us.  I saw both you and Cale.

We thought that was great.  And Sasha tried to say thanks, but I put my
hand over his mouth.  Sorry, but we were trying to be sneaky."

"Peter, it's certainly fine that you didn't say thanks.  We didn't expect
it, did we Cale?  We just wanted to help.  That was Cale's first trip to
Italian Market."

"Yeah, I just came to live with Uncle Sean a couple days ago."

"And we went to South Street and had Crawfish and remoulade sauce and
really good food!  And the cook was really nice and the bartender gave me
cherries in my coke!"

Cale rambled on, Peter was listening close, and Sasha was eating at least,
but not talking.

I looked in, and Cale and Peter were huddled together talking.  They were
still at the table.  They looked like they'd been friends forever.

"Boys, I think it's time we all get to bed.  Come on, Peter, Cale and I
will show you where you can sleep."

"You mean we can sleep here, Mist.I mean, Sean?"

"Cale, smack him for me, will you?  Tell him I never want to hear 'Mister'
again!  Yes, Peter, you can sleep here and you'll have a very comfortable
bed.

Follow me."

Cale slapped Peter playfully, and Peter slapped him back, and Sasha giggled
in my arms.  I walked upstairs with the two stooges following closely.

"Peter and Sahsa, I've got a bedroom with two beds and a bedroom with one
big one.  Which would you two prefer?"

"Sean, we've slept together for a long time, and Sasha is pretty scared
after those boys beat us up the other day, and chased us today.  Could we
have a bed together?"

"Sure, Peter.  This is Cale's room, but his Dad died a week ago and he's
been sleeping with me because of nightmares.  You can sleep here."

We entered Cale's room, and Cale and Peter followed me in.  "Cale, can you
go get your toothbrush from the other room?  These guys are going to have
to share, and you can share with me."

Cale scurried off, and I set Sasha on the bed.  "Guys, I don't have any
pajamas, and you can't sleep in these clothes because you have to wear them
tomorrow until we can get you more.  Can you sleep in your underwear?"

Sasha spoke this time. "Uncle Sean?  We usually sleep naked, at least when
we were home.  Can we sleep naked?"

I picked up Sasha as Cale came in the room.  I whispered in his ear.  "I
love it that you call me Uncle Sean."  I kissed him on the ear.  Louder, I
said, "Of course you can go naked!  Cale sleeps that way, don't you, Cale?"

Cale nodded.

"OK, lets get your teeth brushed and get all of you in bed.  We have a
visitor in the morning, and I want you up and dressed and with breakfast
early so we can make a good impression."

I let Sasha down, and Cale gave Peter the toothbrush.  They brushed their
teeth and then stripped and got in bed.  Sasha scooted in close to Peter.
The boy needed contact badly.  I longed to hold him all night, but didn't
want to make Cale jealous.

I pulled up the covers, and leaned in and gave them each kisses on the
nose.

"You boys, did you see the door at the end of the hall?  Well that's where
Cale and I are, and if either of you get up and get scared in the middle of
the night, just come down the hall, OK?  There's plenty of room in the bed
for you to climb right in.  Do you need a light on?"

Sasha nodded slightly.

OK, we'll leave this door open and the light on in the hall.  I kissed
noses again.

"I'm glad you two are here in a comfortable place tonight.  Goodnight!"

"Uncle Sean, can I give them kisses, too?"

"Sure, Cale!"

Cale climbed on the bed in his shorts and gave Sasha a peck on the cheek
and then gave Peter a longer kiss, though still on the cheek.  Peter gave
him one back.

Cale and I walked out and down to our room.  "Let's get to bed, Cale, we're
going to have to help these guys a lot tomorrow."

We both take off our clothes and climb into bed, and I turn off the lights.

Cale curled up at my side with his arm draped across my stomach.

"Uncle Sean, I'm glad we found Peter and Sasha.  Peter's nice.  He's my
first friend here in Philadelphia."  Cale idly played his finger through
the hair on my belly and poked me in the bellybutton.

"Cale, if they're going to stay here very long, you're going to have to pay
attention to Sasha, too.  He's pretty scared right now, and he's really not
much younger that you."  I stroked Cale's head.

"I know, Uncle Sean.  I like Peter and all, but it's not the same as I like
you.  I mean, his penis got hard, and so did mine, and I liked to look at
it, but I don't love him yet, like I do you.  Is it bad if I want to play
with his penis if I don't love him?"  Cale snaked his hand down and gripped
my penis, which was as hard as earlier in the day.

I leaned over and kissed him on the head.  "I like that Cale."  He slid his
hand up and down slowly.  "It's pretty normal for boys to play with each
other, Cale, so it's OK if you think you want to.  But talk to him before
you reach out and grab it, OK?  He might not be interested."

"OK, Uncle Sean, I understand."  He continued to slide his hand along.  I
oozed pre-cum.

"Ew! It's leaking!"  Cale drew the hand up and put it in my face.  I licked
his fingers.

"Well, Cale, you're the one encouraging my poor little dick!"

"It's not little, it's huge!  And I wanted to make it leak!"  Cale turned
his head to me, but in the dark I couldn't see his grin.  He lifted the
sheet and slid under the covers.

The next I knew Cale had engulfed my penis with his mouth.  He licked
around the head like he'd done several times before, but this time he
didn't stop with cleaning off the pre-cum.  He slid a couple inches in his
mouth, then pulled back, then went down again.  He was imitating my making
love with his penis.

And I did not have far to go before I came.

He slid up and down and stopped a couple times to suck on the helmet with
little slurping sounds, only to go down again.  He was able to get half of
it in his mouth, and held the base with both hands.

I was very near, and was about to erupt.  I placed my hand on Cale's head
to try to pull him off.  "Cale, It's going to come now!"

Cale smacked my hand and kept going.  Up and down and with more suction.  I
exploded, jerking my hips and forcing my penis a bit further into his
mouth.

Cale took the first too shots, and then at the third he coughed a bit and
slid off.

The next took him in the nose, but he stayed and kept licking.  I shot two
more times, and Cale swallowed those.  Then he licked until it was clean.

He lifted himself back up, and gave me a kiss.  I met his lips, then pulled
back and licked his nose clean.

"Cale, that was real nice.  Thanks you very much.  Do you want anything,
honey?"

"Yeah, don't call me honey!  That's what you call a little boy, like Sasha!
And I don't want anything now.  I'm ready to sleep.  But I'm glad I got to
try that.  It was cool, but I wish I didn't choke there."

"Cale, that wasn't just cool for me, it was fantastic.  I owe you one."  I
kissed his lips again.  "Now roll over and I'll hold you like you're in a
cocoon, OK?"

He wiggled around and I engulfed him in my arms.  It felt like all was
right.

We slept almost immediately.