Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2013 19:08:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting a Foster Kid

Another story that came from a dream I had. Hope you like it. Yes, a second
chapter is already in the works.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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As I was growing up, the brother that I had always wanted and had
envisioned was not what I ended up with. Plus, he wasn't even a real
brother, just a kid that had come to live with us. Part of my vision had
been that I was the oldest because I knew plenty of brothers and, as they
say, shit rolls downhill. Big brothers often pounded on little brothers,
not always maliciously you understand, but just in general. That was kind
of the ways of brothers and I figured I'd rather be in the position of
beating on as opposed to being beaten on. Again, I used the word beaten but
only as a figure of speech. Most sets of brothers I knew were pretty
friendly with each other but still, the youngest one caught the shit and
very rarely gave it, although some little brothers I knew were hellions
when they needed to be. So anyway, that had been part of my vision.

The other part though was that I wanted someone to buddy with, to hang out
with and do stuff with, a boy I could teach stuff too like tossing a ball,
fishing, that sort of stuff.  Having a brother was a vision I'd had since I
was 5. At that age I had 2 sisters older than me and 1 younger. By the age
of 7 there would be 2 more sisters, a set of twins.

By the time I was ten years old I was familiar with kotex's and periods;
panties and bra's, crankiness for a week out of the month, make-up and hair
care shit and all the other drama that comes with girls. Goddamn, I was
dying to see another pair of briefs in the pile of dried laundry and not
girls stuff. Don't get me wrong, I adored my sisters, at least most of the
time, but Christ on crutch I wanted more testosterone in the house besides
my dad who wasn't there all that much anyway.

Before the twins were born my dad enlarged and remodeled one of the storage
areas in the rambling 3rd floor attic into an actual bedroom for me,
putting a wall in to make it more of a bedroom. It already had plenty of
cupboards and shelves and things so he built a bathroom up there for me
too, confiding to me that he wished he had his own bathroom, and not one he
had to share with 6 females. I told him he could use mine anytime he
wanted.

"I appreciate that Tanner," he said as he ruffled my dark, semi curly hair.
"Tell me son, how are you handling things when I'm away?" Dad was an oil
company exec and was in the Middle East for a couple months at time. This
was before radical Muslimism took over so it had been relatively safe. His
dad had been in oil as well which is how we came to be living on the 876
acre ranch.

My grandfather had purchased the land and rambling farmhouse during the
depression and had gotten it cheap, the plan being to drill for oil and
become a Getty or a Rockefeller. That hadn't happened, at least not as
planned. They did find oil in a far corner of the property and drilled it
and while they did pump some oil it didn't generate enough revenue to put
granddad or the family anywhere near the middle of the wealthy elite let
alone the top of the heap. However, neither were we destitute and my dad
earned a very good wage doing what he did although as I said, it kept him
away from home for months at a time. I suspected he relished that time.

When I first moved into my bedroom aerie I felt a sense of banishment
although I wasn't banished by any means. Being raised in a household full
of people and voices I tended to miss it to some degree even though when
I'd had to live in it I had wished for my room away from them all, out in
the barn if necessary. That all changed when I launched into puberty at a
few months into 11 years old. I discovered jacking off and sperm way before
I turned 12 and so relished my room away from all the others. Here I could
wander about in my underwear or, preferably, naked and young boy hard to my
heart's content. We had all seen each other in underwear for years; being
thusly dressed in the morning or after baths was pretty common. I'd seen
the girls in their bras and panties plenty of times so that wasn't a big
deal.

 But as I grew older and my boy stuff started to be bigger and I had boners
much more often, I became much less prone to going around in briefs and a
t-shirt. Besides, being naked or almost naked promoted boners which, as any
boys knows, need to be stroked to orgasm and I could do that as much as I
wanted in my upstairs sanctuary and not worry about someone wandering into
my bedroom unannounced or pounding on the bathroom door to be let in. No,
my secluded bedroom became much more appreciated as well as used. I could
leave my porn magazines out of I wanted to but of course I didn't. While
neither of my parents or siblings came upstairs with any kind of frequency
one never knew when one of them might. So, I kept my magazines between the
mattresses of my bed or under the cushion of the raggedy old arm chair that
sat on the other side of the large room.

Slightly over the age of 14 all of that changed and while I didn't exactly
get a brother, I got a roommate and he was younger than me. I had lost some
of that brother yearning stuff but not completely. I had best friends but
we lived out of town a fair distance so it wasn't like we could hang out
after school although I did for wrestling and sometimes baseball. Overnight
stays at friends' homes or friends at my house were few and far between so
I didn't really think of them in brotherly terms.

So it was that I was dropped off after practice one evening and before I
made it to the wrap around porch one of the twins came bursting out the
front door. "You're gonna get a brother Tanner," she said with the typical
glee of a youngster presenting news that was guaranteed to shock the person
receiving it. The shock part worked. I stopped petting our 2
Newfoundlanders that had greeted the arrival of the car and me.

"What," I asked incredulously. My first thought was "Oh please God not
another baby." I reasoned that was probably not likely given the fact that
the last time dad had been home had been the end of everyone's period, at
least as I understood such things. I learned at a young age that when you
have a household of women their periods adjust as if by magic and they all
have theirs right about the same time. Perhaps that's Mother Nature's way
of allowing men some respite from having one of them on their period at all
times. In any case the week before dad had come home had been a little
trying, especially since the next youngest girl had just started to get her
period and so was less able to handle the so called sickness and crankiness
that came with it. Frankly, Sheila had alternated between being a sniveling
bitch and a raging bitch.

"A boy is coming to live with us and he's going to be in your bedroom,"
Mandy told me with relish, her tone indicating that there was nothing I
could do about it either.

Well for Christ's sake I thought to myself, so much for jacking off
whenever I felt like it. I suppose he'd have to sleep with me too since we
didn't have any spare beds or mattresses. Notice how I went into the
teenage mode of self-absorption and egocentricity, which is probably
redundant now that I think about it.

"His name is Gillette, which I think is weird and he`ll be here tomorrow."
Mandy just didn't seem to let up.

"Go play with your dolls or something Mandy," I retorted with attitude. She
stuck her tongue out at me so I flipped my hand out like I was going to pop
her, not that I would have, and she immediately said, "I'm gonna tell," and
ran off around the house.

I took my cleats off at the front door then went inside. I knew mom would
be in the kitchen so continued on down the back hallway instead of going
through the living room, dining room et cetera. I found our mother at the
stove as was usual for that time of the evening.

"Mom, what the hell is pest number two talking about?" I had the twins
numbered and named.

"Watch your language Tanner," my mom said in a level tone while she stirred
a pot of something. "Your sister's name is Mandy not pest." She did turn
away from the stove and looked at me. "Why don't you go on up and change
and shower and we'll talk about it at dinner."

"But mom," I started to say and she interrupted me.

"Go on now son." She went about her mom business and I headed up the small
stairway from the kitchen knowing that she wasn't going to budge from her
position. Upstairs I stripped off my clothes and got in the shower, not
even taking the time to fondle my balls then sniff my fingers. I really
loved the end of the day fragrance that came from my crotch. Well, most of
the time I did. Sometimes it got a little ripe even for my nose. I did a
quick soap and rinse, threw on a pair of sweat pants cut off at the knees
and a long t-shirt. I elected to not wear briefs underneath so I could
fiddle with myself if I wanted to. I loved moving my balls around.

I towel dried my hair some more then fluffed it a little in the mirror. I
had grown my hair out for almost a year prior to wrestling season and it
had a lot of curl to it, enough that I kind of looked like a girl. It
pissed my sisters of cuz they all had straight hair, although it was pretty
much the fashion. I looked myself over, pleased at what I saw. When my dark
brown hair was wet it came down over my eyes and my ears and well over the
collar of a shirt. Dry was a different matter. It curled, mostly at the
ends, so grazed the top third of my ears and didn't touch my collar. It
parted, kind of, above my left eye and when pushed to the sides you could
actually see my forehead and eyebrows. On the right side it stayed up and
back except for a lock that hung onto my forehead. There were some lighter
streaks through it which highlighted it and my older sisters said it looked
frosted, whatever that meant.

The face staring back at me was completely smooth, not a freckle or a mark
anywhere and thankfully no zits. The eyes were a hazel color, thick brows
were the same color as my hair, and I had pretty nice eyelashes, something
else that pissed my sisters off. Like everybody else in my family my teeth
were straight and crystal white and I'd been told by more than 1 girl that
my lips were really kissable and they wanted to see if they were as good as
they looked. I wouldn't know a good lip from a bad one and as yet had never
been kissed. Overall I thought I looked pretty darn cute.

I grabbed my American history book headed downstairs, a hand in my pocket
to keep my stuff from bouncing all over the place, and went into the living
room where I plopped down in my dads' favorite chair and started to read my
homework assignment. My oldest sister Diana came in and sat on the arm of
the chair and ruffled my hair.

"So, I hear you're getting a roommate little brother." Dede or Di-her
nicknames- was my favorite. A senior about to graduate she had plans to go
to state and study geology, just like dad had. Dede's hair color was like
mine but much longer of course and I have to say she had some pretty nice
tits, for a sister. All my friends thought she was hot as hell and were
always angling a way to spend the night just so they could look at her and
hope to get a glance from her. A few boys had said she was their jack off
fantasy. The first time I heard that I wanted to kick some ass but I
quickly realized that I felt the same way about some of their older sisters
so hey, all I could do was be proud.

"That's what I hear Dede," I said, looking up at her. She smiled and it
probably wouldn't be so bad. She had heard he was a nice kid then reminded
me of my ages old wish of having a little brother. I wondered how she knew
about the boy and she said mom told her a little bit but was going to clue
us all in at dinner, which she said,

"I need to go help mom. It's gonna be okay Tanner, I bet you." She ruffled
my hair again and got up. I went back to studying and 30 minutes later we
were called to dinner.

"So," my mom started out after we said grace and dished up meat loaf,
mashed potatoes, salad and dinner rolls. "Gillette is 11 years old going on
12 and is the son of a friend of mine from college. He has been in foster
care since his mother died in a house fire a few months ago. Gillette was
staying at a friends' house but of course he lost everything he owned. I
was contacted by his grandmother and asked if I could take him in. He has
no other relatives and his grandmother is too elderly to care for him. I
haven't seen Gillette since he was a baby so don't know much except that
his mother used to say in her letters that he's a nice boy and a good
student."

"What about his father," Matilda, generally known as Matty, the other twin
asked. Mom's face got a scowl on it and she said it wasn't something she
wanted to talk about. Well that was like waving a red flag in front of
either twin and of course Mandy started to open her mouth.

"I said," mom said sharply, "That we won't discuss it."  We all looked at
mom but nobody said a word. She never snapped like that so it had to be
something serious.

"In any case, I could not refuse Henrietta's request to take the boy in,
it's the charitable thing to do and your father is in total agreement with
me."

"You talked to dad," I asked, "When?" I was hoping dad would be home to
watch me play at least a couple of games this season.

"Two days ago Tanner," she said looking at me then buttering her
roll. "Look, I know it's a shock for you Tanner, is it for all of us but it
impacts you the most and I'm truly sorry for that but it can't be
helped. You do understand that don't you?" Her tone of voice suggested that
I had damn well better understand it.

"Yes ma'am," I said in a subdued tone. Andrea, the 11 year old, said at
least he'd be close to her age and Mandy pointed out that he probably
wouldn't want to play with dolls. The rest of the meal was general talk but
I kept to myself, not asking questions and certainly not answering them
unless they were posed to me.

Later, as I undressed for bed I heard someone on the stairs and since I was
stark naked I quickly kicked my underwear over into a corner and slipped
under the covers of my bed. I sort of expected my 16½ year old sister
Tara but was shocked to hear my mother call out my name before reaching the
top of the stairs. She came through the door, came over and sat on the edge
of my bed and gently brushed my hair back away from my face then asked how
I was doing.

"I'm okay mama," I said without enthusiasm. She was quiet a moment then
said in a soft voice,

"You know, your father and I were hoping for another boy when I became
pregnant with the twins. Oh, don't get me wrong we weren't disappointed by
any means, it's just that we had wanted for you to have a brother, perhaps
even more than you did." Until then I had no clue that my parents had felt
that way.

"You were such a good baby, no problems at all. You ate everything that was
fed to you, didn't cry much but laughed a lot. I'll never forget the first
time your father changed your diaper and you peed all over hell. It was
like a little garden hose run amok," she said with a chuckle which caused
me to laugh even though I'd heard the story many times before.

"I know that having another boy here is going to cramp your style son. I
know that you're going to have to change how you do some things to
accommodate him. I can only imagine how you feel about this and I do wish
there'd been more time for you to adjust. I also know that in the past you
have adjusted to changes in the household or your circumstances fairly
easy. As good a baby as you were, you are growing into just as good a young
man. If this turns out to be a disastrous decision we will do something
about it, that I promise you, but for the time being I am asking you to do
the best that you can to make this boy welcome." She leaned down and kissed
my forehead then stood to leave and as she started back toward the stairs
she said,

"You should consider airing this room out Tanner; it's starting to smell
awfully strongly of boy." I had planned on jacking off one last time but
wasn't much in the mood. Instead I kicked my sheet and blanket off, opened
my bedroom window and went back to my bed and lay there, curled up
slightly, and wondered about how things were going to be. I woke later,
chilled, pulled my sheet and blankets up over my shivering body and fell
back asleep.

My friend Joey cornered me at lunch the next day at school and asked what
was wrong. "You're moping around like your dick fell off or something."
Joey was possibly the most sexually focused boy I knew, meaning he talked
about it a lot. Joey and I had been friends for years and started puberty
together. We'd jacked off with each other, sucked each other's dicks. Not a
lot mind you, but enough.

I told him what was going on and of course his first thought was I wouldn't
be able to jack off whenever I wanted to. I thanked him for reminding
me. "On the other hand," he said, "maybe there's a bright side. Maybe you
can get him to suck your dick or even let you fuck him." Joey had a 9 year
old cousin that he had been getting blow jobs from and fucking off and on
for the past 6 months or so which wasn't something he shared with anyone
else but me. Joey extolled the virtues of the boys' mouth and his tight
young asshole telling me I had no idea what I was missing.

"If you can't find a girl then a cute young boy will do," Joey said to me
with a grin. He tried to get me to come to his house do it with the boy one
weekend when the boys' family was visiting but I declined which didn't
matter because Joey's mother didn't want more people in the house when they
had guests. That I might be able to have some kind of sex with this new boy
hadn't entered my mind. I was pretty much girl oriented even though Joey
and I had done some stuff together. When I met Gillette after school that
afternoon Joey's words came back to me in a rush.

There was another car in our driveway when the coach dropped me off which
caused my belly to start doing flip flops. Life as I knew it would change
when I walked through my front door although it would change in ways I
hadn't anticipated or imagined.  As I reached the top of the steps to the
porch the front door opened and a nicely dressed woman stepped out, my
mother right behind her.

"Oh, here's Tanner now," she said. Mom introduced her as the social worker
that was in charge of Gillette's case. We shook hands, she thanked mom
again, and headed down the steps, saying she would visit us next month.  I
took my cleats off and went through the door, saw 2 suitcases in the hall,
then turned left into the living room.

Gillette was seated on the sofa with a twin on each side of him, chatting
freely with them. When I came into the room everyone got real quiet and
looked at me, wondering what my reaction was going to be. The boy stood up
and I could see the fear, the anticipation and the unease in his smooth
face. My very first thought was,

"Fuck he's cute." Gillette's hair was blond, and kind of long and shaggy,
his bowl type of cut needing to be trimmed. It was over in his eyes but
seemed thin enough in the bangs that he didn't have to brush it out of the
way, and was angled down, grazing over the top of his cheekbones, covering
his ears and continuing to his neck where it grazed the collar of his
t-shirt. His skin was pale, like he never got sun, and his face was
smooth. It looked like his eyes were blue but the hair sort of blocked my
view. I was 5'6, and the top of his head probably came to about the bridge
of my nose. He was slight but not skinny.

"Hey," I said to his "hi", his eyes downcast and put my hand out to him. He
took it but his handshake was very limp, no force at all. No one said
anything. It was like they were all expecting me to explode or
something. Finally I said,

"I have to take a shower."

"I didn't show Gillette your room Tanner, thinking it would be more
respectful if I let you do that," my mother said. I shrugged my shoulders
and said okay and started for the stairs. I wasn't trying to be rude I was
just at a loss for words. I got to the foot of the stairs and waited for
Gillette to get his suitcases. It was immediately clear that he wouldn't be
able to muscle the two of them up the stairs.

"Here, you take my cleats and I'll take one of the suitcases," I told
him. I had an armful of books along with a gym bag with my street clothes
in it but swapped off with him and headed up the stairs. The back set of
stairs to the attic required walking down a hall and then up which I did,
Gillette in tow behind me.

"So, this is our room," I told him as I passed through the door. He set his
suitcase and my cleats down and looked around without taking a step. "I'll
have to move some stuff out of one of the cupboards for your clothes," I
said pointing to the set of doors built in under the roof line. I didn't
have a dresser.

"We'll be sleeping in the same bed," he asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I guess. I mean, you can't sleep on the floor." Mine was a king sized bed
that my parents gave me when we built the bedroom so it wasn't like there
wasn't room.

"I can sleep on the floor, it's no big deal." I heard the tone in his voice
and my heart softened. I shook my head and looked at him.

"First off my mother would kill me if you slept on the floor even if it was
something you really wanted and did all the time anyway. Besides, there's
room in the bed, okay?" He nodded his head although it wasn't any kind of
eager nod, more like resigned to fate or something.

"I gotta take a shower," I said without ceremony. I went into my bathroom,
leaving the boy to stand in the middle of the bedroom. I stripped off my
clothes and got in the shower and just stood under the hot water and
thought.

Gillette seemed like a nice enough kid, a little shy. He was cute as all
fuck and that made me think about what Joey had said about getting the kid
to suck my cock and maybe even let me fuck him. As I said before, I hadn't
harbored any notions about fucking a boy but looking at Gillette made me
rethink that. The idea of having my hard cock plunged deep into his tiny
butt, or his sweet lips wrapped around my boner actually made my dick get
hard as a rock. I reached up and grabbed the bottle of hair conditioner,
poured a generous amount in my hand and stepped out of the shower spray. I
grasped onto my dick and began pumping my fist back and for the over the
swollen head while my other hand played with my balls. I closed my eyes and
thought about Gillette on his face on my bed with me above him and driving
my boner in and out of his butthole. Since I hadn't jacked off for 3 days,
a minor miracle, I shot pretty quickly, firing out 4 or 5 long ropes of cum
onto the shower floor. I had to let go of my balls and braced myself
against the wall because jacking off in the shower always made my knees go
real weak. I kept my stroke going, sperm oozing down over my fingers and
dropping to the shower floor. I finally leaned against the wall and panted,
my hand leaving my cock and going to my balls.

I finally caught my breath and went about washing and thinking about
Gillette. I wasn't mad at him or anyone really for what was happening but
it was obvious that he felt like he was imposing on us, on me. I needed to
try and make him feel welcome even if I didn't feel that way myself. I got
dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist, grabbed my dirty clothes
off the floor and went out into my bedroom to find my new roommate sitting
in the arm chair with his head down. He looked up when I came into the room
and watched as I tossed my clothes in the laundry bag. I pulled a clean
pair of briefs from my cupboard and stepped into them and tugged them up
underneath the towel then pulled the towel off. Gillette seemed to
practically stare at my crotch as I went about adjusting myself. I have to
say that I filled out a pair of underwear pretty good, especially fresh
clean ones. I pulled on a t-shirt, my jeans shoes and socks. Gillette had
returned to his head down position so I went to him and sat on the arm of
the chair and put my hand on his back causing him to flinch momentarily.

"You okay," I asked. He nodded his head but only slightly. I knew he wasn't
okay really. "Things are gonna work out fine Gillette," I said, using his
name for the first time, "honest. Come on, let's go downstairs and I'll
show you around a little bit before dinner." I stood then picked up my
laundry basket and waited and when he finally stood up and headed out of
the room.

As soon as we went out the back door I whistled and a second later the 2
Newfies came roaring around the corner of the house. I introduced Gillette
to Ziggy and Zeke and as the boy petted them his face broke into a huge
smile.

"I always wanted a dog but could never have one," he said in his sweet high
pitched melodic voice. I showed him the barn, now mostly empty of hay. We
had a 1955 power wagon in there that we used for going out into the fields
to fix fences or just check the property out. I was allowed to drive it so
that was pretty cool. There were all manner of tools in the workshop and
half dozen stalls for horses although we only had 2. I told him we had a
dozen head of cattle that mostly roamed the fields but that starting about
November we'd be feeding them almost every night after school. We also
leased out part of the property for other people's cattle and horses but
they weren't our responsibility. I explained that a small river ran along
one edge of the property and during the summer we could swim and fish out
there. A dozen or so chickens were in a pen and since they were mostly hens
we had fresh eggs on a regular basis. All of us kids did inside and outside
chores that rotated weekly, my parent's believe that neither sex had to be
relegated to certain chores. The dinner bell went off right then so we
headed into the house.

Dinner was light and full of question which Gillette answered with seeming
ease. Fortunately neither of the twins asked about his father. Getting
ready for bed later that evening was interesting in that Gillette went into
the bathroom and came out wearing pajamas. I had finished clearing out a
cupboard for his clothes and was stripping down to my briefs. Gillette
looked right at my crotch for just a moment then asked if I slept in my
underwear to which I nodded my head.

"The foster homes I was in you had to wear pajamas," he told me. I told him
that in our house you didn't have to if you didn't want to.

"You can sleep naked if you want Gillette," I told him. He raised an
eyebrow and asked if did that. "Yeah, most of the time cuz it gets so hot
up here," I said.

"Are you gonna sleep naked now?" I shook my head and he asked why not. I
told him because he was sleeping here now too. "I don't want you to change
what you do because of me Tanner," he said, a little concern in his voice.

"Well, it's kind of late for that," I responded. "Come on, we should go to
sleep." I hadn't meant for that to come out the way it did and I had turned
away when I said it so didn't realize the impact that it had on the boy. I
climbed in on the side that I was used to and as Gillette started under the
covers I turned the bedside light off. The room was faintly lit from the
yard light above the barn door so it wasn't completely black and as I
turned my head to look over at Gillette I saw he had his back to me. A
second later I could tell that his shoulders were shaking and I knew that
he was crying. I didn't know what to do so I didn't do anything.

The week that followed was unspectacular. The family seemed to go on with
its regular pattern of behavior, bringing Gillette into the fold with
seeming ease. I remained a little standoffish but only because I wasn't
around as much because of sports. I wasn't sure but at least 4 nights of
that week Gillette cried himself to sleep. I kind of wanted to roll over
and hug him to me and tell him everything was going to be alright but I
didn't.

The first weekend I took the boy with me on my bi-monthly drive around the
property, checking fences, the location of the cattle and horses and the
like. Of course the dogs went with us, trotting along and following
whatever smells or other things that seemed to drive them. Gillette petted
the horses stating that he had never seen one of close and I promised to
teach him how to ride although he didn't seem real keen on the idea. He
asked about swimming in the river and I told him that we could as the
weather got warmer, although the days were already hitting the high 80's.

"I don't have a suit though," he told me. I said that he didn't need one
that typically we went skinny dipping which I had to explain. He found that
somewhat incredulous but didn't say more. The weeks wore on. Gillette
finally took to wearing only his briefs to bed, declaring it was more
comfortable however neither of us had seen the other naked. He had seen my
naked ass however since I became more comfortable just dropping the towel
to pull on fresh underwear if he was in the room. Typically I'd simply turn
away as I dressed and typically he would look toward my bulging crotch when
I turned around.

Like my father, whom I had seen naked in the shower before, I was
generously endowed. Likewise he had seen me and had explained that the men
in our family tended to mature early and reach full adult size by 15. When
Gillette moved in with us I was pushing eight and a third inches, was
fairly thick, and sported large low hanging balls. I was the largest boy on
the baseball team, some teammates joking that I carried my own bat around
with me although only a few had seen me fully hard. I kept my hairs trimmed
down because of wrestling which probably made things look larger. I had yet
to see Gillette naked, even his butt, but could tell by his briefs that he
still pretty much a young boy.

An odd thing that happened from time to time was that Gillette would seem
to disappear. It didn't cause any concern really, it was just one of those
"Where's Gillette," to which no one had an answer. We figured he was
outside exploring around like boys do, like I had done and didn't give it
much more thought.

My private time, my jacking off time, had been curtailed as well. I was
relegated mostly to the bathroom, although not always. There was the barn
as well. The thing was that Gillette pretty much followed me around so
getting private time was much more difficult. So it happened that sometimes
my roommate was nowhere in sight when I got home from baseball practice and
sometimes I had the opportunity to jack off in my bedroom and not the
confines of the bathroom. I could do some ritual strip teases in front of
my mirror, parade around the room with a boner, my cock bobbing around like
a blind man's cane. I could lie on my bed and play with my balls and my
hard cock. I could give myself a much needed blow job, which I loved doing,
often squirting my sperm into my mouth.

So it was one afternoon that I had my bedroom to myself and after doing
some sexy rubbing and things I got my bottle of conditioner and a candle
I'd snatched and lay on my bed. I had used the thing once before at the
urging of Joey who said there was a spot in his ass that drove him nuts if
he rubbed it when he had a boner. I scoffed at him but tried using my
finger once or twice then managed to get the candle from our supply. The
first time I used it I'd hit the spot and thought I would faint from the
intense feelings that ripped through my body.

This time I wanted to try something different. I lay on my bed, naked and
hard, played with my balls and my cock, and even sucking on the candle like
it was a cock, getting myself all up in a horny fog. I got my asshole
rubbed with conditioner then smeared my wax dick with the stuff. I rolled
onto my back and kept going, tossing my legs back over my head. I sucked my
cock a little bit then managed to maneuver my wax dick to my asshole and
get it worked inside. I was very limber so it wasn't too difficult to get
it inside me far enough to rub against that spot. Keeping the candle close
I began to fuck myself with it, dragging it back and forth over that spot
and driving myself wild. I took my cock into my mouth and began sucking it
while I fucked myself. To say that it had been incredible would be an
understatement.

Precum was leaking out into my mouth like a faucet. For the first time I
wished that I was getting fucked by a boy and not a stick. I wished it was
a boy behind me, shoving his hard boner in and out of my asshole. I let my
cock go out of my mouth and since it was still right there I moved my head
so that my cock rubbed against my cheek. The position was getting tiring
and I wanted to be more comfortable so moved and got onto my back with my
legs spread. I reached down between my legs and got my fake cock back
inside my asshole.

"Oh God yes," I moaned softly as I began moving the candle in and out of my
ass. "God, fuck me, fuck my tight ass Gillette," I moaned. I was actually
surprised that I said that, said the boys' name but as soon as I did I
realized that I liked it, I liked how it sounded.

"Fuck me good Gillette, fuck your cock in me. I want to fuck you so bad
Gillette. I want to suck your cock then fuck you. I want to fuck your cute
little ass bad," I moaned.  I kept on fucking myself and began jacking my
cock with the other hand.

"Oh fuck Gillette I'm cumming fuck me harder Gillette fuck me harder." And
then I squirted. It was an award winning cum, the feelings almost causing
me to faint. Sperm shot out all over my belly in huge globs of pearly white
goo. Still I fucked myself. "Fuck Gillette that feels so good don't stop
fucking me don't stop Gillette."

Of course I finally stopped and gently took the candle out of my ass then
let my legs down. There was some shit on the end to I had to be careful not
to let it down on the bed but it was work not to. I felt incredibly weak
and just wanted to sleep. My whole body was a mass of sensitive nerve
endings and I practically vibrated from it. I finally swung my legs over
and sat up, my head dizzy. I managed to stand up but had to brace myself
against my bed.

"Goddamn," I mumbled to myself. I finally made my way to my bathroom and
got in the shower and just stood under the hot spray for a moment. It took
a good 3-4 minutes before my body came down off of the extraordinary high.
When I came out of the bathroom I was in kind of a fog still and forgot
that Gillette might be in the room and was completely naked having left my
towel on a rack. My head was running through what I'd done, how it had felt
and how I'd incorporated the gorgeous young boy in my fantasy. All the time
he'd been with us, which was about 6 weeks, I'd never considered him as a
sexual partner. Oh sure, I'd had random thoughts about him sucking my cock
and me cumming in his mouth but I hadn't used him like I did that
afternoon. So it was that I didn't see him sitting in the arm chair until I
was almost to it.

I came out of my head and saw the boy sitting there and staring at my cock,
which of course was at full hang along with my smooth balls. His beautiful
blue eyes were like saucers they were so wide open. Then he looked at the
10 inch wet candle in my hand. I was like a deer caught in the headlights
and didn't have a clue about what to do for a brief second so just stood
there facing him. I finally caught myself.

"Sorry," said and went to get some underwear, "I didn't know you'd be in
the room."

"It's okay Tanner, I seen boys' dicks before." His voice was sweet, I loved
it. "I never seen one that big though, it's huge." I felt a little sense of
pride that he'd noticed. Now that the cat was out of the bag I didn't feel
quite the need to be so surreptitious and when I stepped into my underwear
I was facing the boy and not turned away. I asked him how his day went and
he said it was fine but it felt to me like something was bothering him,
like he was distracted or something.

It was the first Friday of the month so after dinner we piled in our 9
passenger van and headed to town to see a movie. Gillette seemed subdued
the entire evening including when we finally tumbled into bed about 11 that
night. We talked a little bit but again, the boy seemed preoccupied. I
finally said goodnight and lay on my back. About 5 minutes later I could
tell that Gillette was crying. He hadn't cried for at least a week, maybe
more so I was concerned. I rolled onto my side.

"What's the matter Gillette," I asked softly, "why are you crying?" He
didn't say anything for bit then said,

"I done something real bad Tanner." I was surprised by that statement and
asked him what. Gillette rolled over to face me and in the dim light I
would see his cheeks wet from tears, his pretty blue eyes still watering.

"I'm afraid to tell you Tanner, I don't want you to be mad at me, I don't
want to have to go away from here. I like you and your family and I'm
scared Tanner." I couldn't imagine what the boy could have done to put him
in the state he was in.  I promised I wouldn't be mad, I promised that he
wouldn't have to leave. I told him I liked him too and in fact I did. He
was a nice kid, a sweet boy.

"I," he started out, stuttering a little, "I saw you after school today, in
here, with the candle in your butt. I heard you say my name and saw you
beat off and shoot your stuff out. Please don't be mad at me. I wasn't
spying on you Tanner honest I wasn't. I came in from the secret passage and
I always look to see if you're in the room cuz I don't know if I'm spose to
be in there and..." I stopped him right there and rolled over to turn on my
bedside lamp then turned back to him.

"What the hell are you talking about Gillette, what secret passage?"