Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 10:06:56 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Toyboy and Lester 2 Copyright 2005 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts pedophilia. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. Frankly, I do not know if this story is fact or fiction. I am reporting it as it was told to me. The incidents certainly seem credible. However, beyond that, any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- The Toyboy and Lester part 2 At the beginning of the next school year, Tim had long talks with Uncle about being gay. He liked sucking cocks but Uncle said that didn't necessarily mean he was gay. He would have to work that out himself. Uncle would love him no matter what. But Tim began to feel convinced that he was a homosexual. He read books from Uncle's shelves, as well as Uncle's magazines. Often, if nothing exciting was on TV, they'd pop in one of Uncle's Gay DVDs and watch guys like Colton Ford and Blake Harper. Tim especially liked Zak Spears. One time as they were settling into bed, Tim asked Uncle, "Will you fuck me?" "You know I would never hurt you, Tim. I love you too much." "But it wouldn't hurt if you did it right. I know. I've been reading about it. Please?" Uncle was of course a pushover for his nephew's pleadings. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Tim nodded. "Really sure?" Uncle took the KY out of the bedside table, and used it liberally. He fingered Tim's hole at length, all the time speaking soothingly to him. He wanted Tim to relax even though the boy was as excited as any virgin. Uncle sat on the side of the bed and had Tim sit on his thighs, facing him, with his legs around Uncle's hips. He continued massaging the boy's hole and instructed him to give him a hand job, something the boy always did well. Soon Uncle's cock had reached its full 9 inch length and was oozing precum. He handed Tim a lubricated condom and taught him to roll it on. He then told Tim to hug him around the neck. Uncle pulled the boy's hips in toward him and positioned his boyhole over his erect cock. Slowly, gently, he began to lower the boy's ass down. The first entry of course made Tim wince but he was brave. He really wanted this. With Uncle's encouragement he relaxed a little, and his ass began to slide down the pole. It felt so strange, yet so wonderful. He squeezed Uncle's neck hard and began slobbering him with kisses interrupted by shouts and whoops, as his ass tunnel experienced feelings it had never felt before. Uncle moved the boy up and down on his cock, until he knew he was about to cum. He lifted the boy off to stand on the floor, pulled off the rubber, lay back on the bed and erupted all over his abs. Tim fell on top of him, their two bellies matted together by jizz. With tears in his eyes, he shouted, "Thank you, thank you, Uncle." "No, Tim, I thank you." As the days followed, Tim learned about Kegel exercises to keep his hole in shape. He learned better how to relax his sphincter to accept the cock. He learned about different positions. Uncle asked him once if he'd like to try being the top. Uncle was willing to let Tim fuck his ass. But surprisingly, Tim said no. He liked being the bottom. Uncle began to conclude that Tim probably was gay. ------ One night, Tim said to Uncle, "At our party next Saturday, is it ok if the other men fuck me?" "Well, first, I'm glad you asked me ahead of time. You gave me quite a surprise at the Super Bowl last year." Tim giggled. "Do you really want other men to fuck you?" "Yes, I think it would be cool. But not if it makes you angry or jealous or anything." "That is very sweet, Tim. No, I wouldn't be jealous. I believe if God gives you a gift, you should share it with others. You are his gift to me, Tim. As much as I love you dearly, I don't want to keep you all to myself." "Well, I think God gave me a nice ass, so I shouldn't keep it to myself either, should I." "Shit, Tim, you are such a fuckin sweet boy. But I don't want you to be hurt. So we have to set up certain rules for this." One of the rules was condoms. There would be no bareback sex with Tim. Another was mutual pleasure. If either Tim or the man was uncomfortable, no one would be forced to do anything. There were other rules and they were all designed to protect Tim. The following Saturday, Uncle invited only three men over, very carefully chosen. He told them to be prepared to play a new game, but I doubt if any of them had an idea what was coming. That morning, Uncle took Tim to the drugstore and instructed him to buy a box of Trojans on his own. If he was old enough for sex with multiple partners, he was old enough to buy protection without embarrassment. Tim went up to the cashier by himself with his purchase in hand. He was surprised that she didn't bat an eye, just rang it up like it was a box of chewing gum. A few minutes later, Uncle bought three more boxes, just to be safe. That evening, Uncle showed Tim how to use the douche attachment in the shower to get his hole thoroughly cleaned out. Then Tim waited excitedly at the door, naked of course. The men arrived and dutifully handed Tim all their clothes before proceeding past the foyer. Tim got them their beers and they sat around the living room telling jokes. Uncle had a porn DVD going on the TV with the sound turned low. "Well, what new game shall we play tonight, Tim?" One man finally asked. "We'll play the game later. First I want to suck you." "Well, that's different." As the three sat on the couch, and Uncle in his chair, Tim went from man to man, knelt and sucked each one to near orgasm, and then stopped. When all four were fully hard, he took out his condoms and proudly sheathed the four cocks. Then he leaned over the TV, stuck his ass back, pulled his cheeks apart and asked, "Who's first?" The men, of course, couldn't say no. Uncle directed the lineup, starting with the smallest cock. One by one, they plowed into the boy's young hole. Tim loved every minute, grunting and shouting at them to "Fuck me harder" like he'd heard so often on the DVDs. When they ejaculated, they either stayed in and filled their rubbers or pulled out and covered the boy's cheeks in manjuice. Uncle went last and gave Tim a big hug when he finished. The other men joined for a group hug. Tim had jizz running down his thighs. Then they sat and talked about it. The men wanted to know how it felt to be fucked by four men. They wanted to hear about Tim's first fuck. They wanted to look at his hole every five minutes to see if it was contracting. They wanted to know if this was going to be part of the Saturday night parties from now on. Yes, it would be. From that week on, the parties have been all-out orgies, except that Tim is always the only bottom there. ------ A couple months later, Tim was home alone when the phone rang. "Oh, hi, Tim. How's my favorite asshole today?" Tim giggled. He recognized the voice as one of Uncle's friends. They chatted a while. Tim really liked all of these men a lot. "Are you coming to the party this week?" "Well, Tim, that's what I wanted to tell your uncle. I wanted to, really I did. But I just came by these tickets to a Broadway show I've been dying to see. And they're for Saturday night." "Aww, gee, that's too bad." "I know. I'm sorry, Tim. But I should be there the next week. You be sure to give your uncle the message, OK" They chatted some more and hung up. Uncle came home about an hour later and Tim told him about the phone call as they sat on the sofa. "It's too bad he has to miss our party." "Yes, Tim. You really like him don't you?" "Yeah, of course. You got nice friends. And he's really nice. I like how he fucks me. But it ain't just that. He's a nice guy." "I'm glad you like my friends, Tim. That's important to me. I never want you to feel you have to do this, all this fucking, just to please me." "No, I don't do it to please you. I mean, well, yeah, I want to make you happy, but no, now you got me all mixed up. I mean I like to make all these men happy. You know?" "Yes, Tim. I understand. Oh, now I have some other sad news. Next Friday, I have an important meeting in the city with a group of clients. I'm going to be pretty late. Probably won't get home until after midnight. I've never left you alone that long. I feel bad about this but I can't get out of this meeting." "That's ok. I understand." Tim and Uncle sat quietly for a while. "Hey," Tim shouted suddenly, "I got an idea." "Oh, no, what is it this time?" "I can stay at his house Friday," naming the man on the phone. "What?" "Sure. I mean, he said he felt bad missing the party and all. And he don't live too far away. And he's real nice. And I like him and all." "And he may be busy." "Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that." "Or maybe he doesn't want to babysit." Tim frowned, "I ain't a baby." Then he said, "Would you ask him though? Please?" So Uncle sent Tim into the kitchen to start supper while he called the man back, explained about his meeting and told him what Tim suggested. They talked a while. When Uncle came into the kitchen, he said, "OK, you can go." "Yip-pee." "Now you have to listen to him. Do what he says. He's being very nice to us to do this." "Well, if you're nice to people, then they'll be nice to you, so I'm going to be real nice to him." Uncle smiled. "He's going to pick you up before supper and bring you home Saturday after breakfast." "Wow! I can stay with him overnight? Will he let me sleep in his bed? I wonder what we'll eat? I wonder how much he'll fuck me?" "Slow down, Tiger. You'll find out all that on Friday. Right now you got homework to do." With that, Uncle swatted his bare ass. On Friday, the man came by just before Supper as promised. Tim had his toothbrush and comb in a little bag, but otherwise figured he didn't need anything. He wasn't planning to wear pajamas. Before they locked up the house, they called Uncle's cell phone number to tell him they were right on schedule. "Now, remember," Uncle said to his friend but so as Tim could hear also, "I'm only letting you borrow him for the night." Tim and the man laughed. But that's how it started. Every Friday night for the last two years, one or another of Uncle's friends has borrowed Tim for the night. A special quality time for both the man and Tim. A private time together. A time for special meals, for special games, for getting to know each other, and for a night of wonderful fucking. Uncle makes all the arrangements with his friends, and doesn't tell Tim who's borrowing him until he comes home from school on Friday. Tim says he likes to be surprised. But he's been to all their houses now, and he likes all the men. They are his friends now as much as Uncle's. They range from age 25 to 50. Most are gay, but a few are married and borrow Tim when their wives are out of town. Tim says they all treat him with love and tenderness. Tim doesn't mind the term "toyboy," but insists "I ain't no whore." He says no one pays money to get into his ass. He lets men fuck him because he wants to make them happy. And they certainly are. ------ Last Thanksgiving, after the big meal, Uncle drove Tim's mother to the airport to catch the plane back to Baltimore. Then he took cousin Lester back to his home to spend a few days visiting with Tim. Lester had visited them several times since his father died, but this was the first overnight stay, and Lester, now 11, was excited. All the way in the car, he kept cracking knock-knock jokes. They were awful, but Tim and Uncle laughed anyway, and Lester loved it. When they got in the house, they all stripped. Lester had discovered the nude lifestyle on earlier visits and thought it was cool. He knew not to tell his mom about it. It was a guy thing. He liked to prance around wiggling his tiny ass and poking at his cousin's cock. Uncle's cock too. They dug out the twister mat and played that with Lester. And some of the other games in the closet. They had pizza for supper and settled down in front of the TV to watch a Three Stooges DVD. From all the excitement of the day, Lester fell asleep halfway through the movie, and Uncle carried him upstairs. "Can he sleep in our bed?" Tim asked. "I don't mind if you don't." So Uncle laid him down in the center of the king sized bed, and he and Tim showered off and got into their respective sides. Neither one was especially sleepy though. With Lester in the house, they hadn't had any sex, and both were feeling horny. So after a few minutes, they got up. Tim grabbed a pillow and knelt to give Uncle a BJ. Uncle made a point to muffle his moans, so as not to wake Lester. When Uncle finally came in Tim's mouth, Tim too released his own jizz on to the pillow. They both felt exhilarated as they smiled at each other. Then they heard it. "Wow!" It was spoken in awe and in a high 11-year-old voice. The jig was up. Lester had witnessed them. They sat down and began explaining the facts of life to their new bedmate. No, he wasn't peeing in my mouth. Yes, we both like to do this. No, that isn't the same as fucking, not really. Yes, Uncle sometimes sucks Tim's cock. No, it doesn't hurt. Well, we do it because we love each other and it makes us both happy. The answers were always just as honest as the questions. And eventually the question came that they should have anticipated, but hadn't. "Then can I try it?" They could hardly deny him after saying all they had. After all, they loved Lester and he loved them. And they said it didn't hurt. That night Lester had his first lesson in cocksucking. Of course, Lester didn't want to swallow it. He liked watching the white stuff shoot up. He wasn't old enough to have his own white stuff. Tim sucked his tiny dick anyway to show him what it felt like. He said it felt funny, but nice. And of course, it was impressed on Lester that this was one more guy thing, one more secret to keep from his mother. The next day, Lester had still more questions. He wanted to suck both of them, and wondered why they had to wait to make more white stuff. He also wanted to know if this ain't fucking, then what is? So in between ejaculations Tim and Uncle carefully explained how grown men fuck. How, when he got older, Lester would be able to fuck too. But not yet. Once again, Tim and Uncle were blindsided. "Then show me!" Tim looked at Uncle and shrugged. I'm game if you are. They sat Lester down on the couch, and began a private show just for him, carefully explaining each step. The foreplay, the lube, the penetration. Poor Lester couldn't sit still for this lesson. He was a hands-on student. He helped work Uncle's cock to erection, he poked around in Tim's jellied hole. He watched closely as Uncle plowed in. I should explain at this point that for the last year or so, Uncle had been fucking Tim bareback. After being tested negative for HIV, he decided that since Tim was his only partner now, it would be safe. Tim felt it was much nicer that way too. But for all of Uncle's friends, the condom was still required. Uncle always protected Tim. Uncle had invited three men over that Saturday, but told them Lester was there and they'd probably just play cards. He told Lester that he could talk to the men if he wanted, but if he was uncomfortable, he and Tim could go up to the bedroom and play games, while Uncle visited with his friends. Lester thought it was neat he was going to meet these men. Maybe he could tell them his knock-knock jokes. The little kid was a born performer. He just had one question: "Do I have to wear clothes?" Tim looked at Uncle and wondered how he'd handle this one. "It's up to you, Lester. However you feel most comfortable." "Wow. Great!" When the men arrived, they kept their clothes on even though they were greeted by two smiling naked boys. Uncle decided to go halfway and wore only a pair of shorts. Tim brought the men their beers while Lester sat bare assed on the sofa between them and started rattling off the knock-knocks. The men were delighted and showed him so. They laughed at each stupid joke. They tickled their new playmate. They took turns sitting him on their laps. At one point, one man leaned over, put his mouth on Lester's belly button and buzzed it. Lester giggled uncontrollably and then made each one of them do it. Tim and Uncle sat to the side smiling. "He doesn't look uncomfortable to me." "Me neither." Then one guest laid on the floor and told Lester to sit right on his face. Lester complied of course, giggling. Then the man buzzed his naked little asshole. "Wow! That felt funny! Do it again!" And again all the men took turns buzzing the innocent boy's cherry as he squatted over their faces. "I want to do that too. Can I please?" "If I sat on your face, young man, you wouldn't be able to breathe! But here, we can do it a diferent way." The man took off his pants and bent over. He pulled his ass cheeks apart and told Lester to get in there. Lester buried his tiny head in the man's ass and started buzzing the man's hole. They both laughed out loud. By now all the men had their pants off and leaned over to get their holes buzzed by this cute little boy. When the laughter subsided, the men stood up again and turned to their little host. "You guys got nice cocks. You want me to suck them?" Tim and Uncle burst into laughter, as the three guests dropped their jaws bewildered. "I like to see the white stuff shoot up. Please, can I?" So Lester gave the men, Tim and Uncle their blow jobs. He thought Uncle shot the highest. "Tim, your little friend here sure knows how to make a guy horny. I gotta have your ass. Come on." So Tim got down in the doggy position, like every other Saturday night and was fucked in turn by all the men there. Lester watched each one closely. He even helped the men with their condoms. Uncle made sure the men knew Lester's hole was off limits though. It's been a few months now since Lester's first party. He's been to two or three others since then. After Christmas, Tim was in Baltimore, and Lester spent several days alond with Uncle. They even had a party then too. The first one without Tim. But the men weren't too disappointed that the asshole was missing. They loved the antics of the brash little kid who gives great BJs and loves to see the white stuff shoot up. Both Tim and Lester told me they'd love to hear from guys who read their story. You can often find them chatting at the IRC #gay channel. Tim uses the screen name toyboy16ny and is often there in the evening, though of course not Friday or Saturday evenig when he's occupied elsewhere. Lester goes by littlelester and is only able to chat when he's visiting his uncle on school vacations. Tim's email is toyboy16ny@mailcity.com. Lester is littlelester1@mailcity.com. And of course, I'm herb_cat@mailcity.com.