Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2016 00:21:20 +0000
From: Tom Tom <theobeseman30@gmail.com>
Subject: Coming Home Early, Chapter 4

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And so it was because of Jamie that Alex was texting me now, and the text

he sent started my pulse racing.



"Call me asap.  Jamie arrested ur nephew for solicitation at gas station.

Kid is asking for u"

I stared at the text for about a minute, trying to imagine what kind of
trouble my little punk nephew was in, and whether my next move should be to
call his mother.

In the end, I decided to call Alex.

"Hey. Tom here. What has that little prick got himself into?"

Alex sounded calm on the other end.  He never seemed flustered, always in
control.

"Jamie was involved in a sting at a gas station over on Hawthorn.  There
was some gay bashing going on, but he thought it was connected with
robbery.

"Turns out your sweet little nephew was in the toilet block out back
getting paid for gloryholing. Only for Jamie knew he was your sister's boy
this would have gone straight down the line.

"You need to get over to the station now.  I'll send you Jamie's private
number, give him a buzz when you're outside."

I did just that, driving over to the precinct and calling Jamie as I waited
in the car park.  He walked out moments later, in civilian clothes but with
his police badge hanging from a chain around his neck.

"Hey Tom. Glad you could come down here. This kid is in way over his
head. There's been some violent attacks going on over there and he could
well have been one of the victims."

I nodded as Jamie went through the scenario which led to Paul's arrest.

"First off Jamie, I want to thank you for calling me. I know you didn't
have to, but I think for the sake of Paul it is best if I deal with this
myself."

Jamie was familiar with my dad's extreme prejudice of homosexuals, and I
explained to him that Paul's mum shared her pappy's beliefs, right down to
the "You'll burn for an eternity in Hell" part.

"He got caught by the gym teacher fooling around with another boy and it
took all my powers of persuasion to stop her from sending him away to one
of those fucking Christian boot camps."

I followed Jamie into the station, down a maze of corridors and in to a
small room marked "Interview 3".

Paul was sitting in a steel chair pushed against the far wall.  His hands
were in his lap and he glanced up sheepishly as Jamie and I entered.

He had obviously been crying.  Jamie said that he gave the kid a pretty
harsh talking-to and he was bawling his eyes out.

"Jamie, can you give us a minute?" I asked.  I took a seat just inside the
door, as far away from Paul as possible.

I let the silence linger between us for 20 or 30 seconds before, in as calm
a voice as I could muster, I spoke.

"What did you need the money for?"

He looked up puzzled. "What?"

"What did you need the money for?  Was it drugs?  Are you using drugs?"

He immediately raised his hands, palms faced towards me as if he could
physically block the insinuation.

"No. no. Not drugs.  I'm not messing with drugs."

I saw the sincerity and fear in his eyes and I believed him.  I let another
blanket of silence fall on the two of us, giving him enough time to realise
I still wanted an answer.

"I don't know. I don't know what I wanted the money for. Just to buy
stuff. To go out. To get gas for my bike."

"So why not ask your mother for some."

"'Coz she wouldn't give me anything.  She fucking refused 'coz she found a
condom in my wallet. She stopped my allowance 'coz she said I was spending
money having sex with boys."

I felt his pain. I genuinely did.  I had experienced his confusion, his
desire for both sexes, when I was his age.  Younger in fact.  And I knew I
had to keep it a secret from my father or he would have beaten the living
shit out of me.

"Where does she think you are tonight?" I asked.

"At Todd's house," he said, referring to his cousin on the other side of
the family who went to the same school as Paul, although a couple of years
higher.

"And is Todd covering for you?"

Paul just nodded his head, fixing his gaze on a spot on the floor and not
daring to look up to see my reaction.

"Well then we'll go to my house and you can stay there tonight.  Call Todd
and tell him to say, if he's asked, that you two had a fight and you came
to my house.

"I'll call your mother and let her know you will be staying with me
tonight."

Paul nodded his agreement with my plan.

I walked out into the corridor, had quick word with Jamie and then opened
the interview room door again.

"Okay, you're free to go."

Jamie gave Paul his sternest look as the kid walked past him.  I knew the
talking-to had left a deep impression on his young mind.

When we got to my house I walked in ahead of Paul.  It was the first time
he had set foot in the house since I caught him with Leah and Hazel.

I had picked up some Chinese takeaway on the way home and I laid it on the
breakfast bar as I motioned Paul to take a seat beside me.

After more awkward silences, I spoke.

"I know what you're going through Paul.  You might find it hard to believe,
but I do."

He looked up at me, his eyes beginning to well up with tears again.

"Nobody in the family knows this, so me sharing it with you is a big
secret, but I'm bisexual.

"You know my friend Alex, Jamie's boyfriend?  He and I used to be lovers,
back in high school."

Paul looked shocked.  "R-really?" he asked.

"Yeah.  And I've had a few since then as well."

I finished off my food and gave the news a bit of time to sink in.

"Now why don't you tell me why you really did that tonight?"

Paul looked down at the table, as if he was trying to formulate a reply.

"Is it because it felt good?  Did it feel good to have a big hard cock in
your mouth?  To know that you were the reason this guy was moaning and
groaning?"

He nodded his head.

"So what else have you done?  Have you fucked a guy?" He shook his head.

"Have you sucked a guy without using a glory hole?" He nodded his head.

"Has a guy ever sucked you off?" He shook his head.

This last one surprised me. Obviously Paul had been generous in handing out
party favours, but hadn't gotten one in return.

"Would you like to know what it feels like to have your cock sucked by a
guy?"

A moment's hesitation, then he nodded his head.

"Would you like me to suck you off?"

This time he looked up at me, his handsome young tanned face still streaked
with the tears he had shed moments earlier.  "Yes" he said.

We were both sitting on tall swiveling stools at the breakfast bar, so I
got off mine, pushed it back and swung his around so his crotch was facing
me.

Looking into his eyes, I reached down, lifted up his tshirt and undid his
belt strap.

I unfastened the top button of his jeans and slid the zipper down.  I then
reached my right hand inside and felt the hardness of his prick under the
thin cotton fabric of his boxers.

I fumbled around for the opening to his shorts and put a hand in, taking
hold of his silken shaft for the first time.

It felt divine.

He was, I knew, smaller in that department than me.  His cock, from the
vivid memory I had of it impaling Leah in my bedroom, was about five inches
long.

He scooched his hips forward on the stool so I could have better access.  I
quickly released my grip on his dick and pulled his jeans down, him lifting
his butt up off the stool to facilitate it.

I then opened the fly at the front of his shorts and pulled his prick into
the open for the first time.

My God it looked amazing.  Veins were pulsing the length of the shaft,
including a very noticeable one on the top.  His foreskin was thick at the
top and I delighted in pulling it slowly back to expose his angry purple
head.

He was darting his eyes from my face to my hand, which was now slowly
jerking his cock.  He tried to thrust his hips up to meet my stroke, as if
he was eager to come there and then.

I had remembered the state of arousal I had been in when Alex first took my
manhood in his mouth, and I didn't imagine Paul would last much longer.

I pulled the foreskin back one last time and lowered my head to his prick,
enveloping the head and about two inches of the shaft in my wet, warm and
willing mouth.

Paul just let out a gasp at the sensation.  I'm sure he had got sucked off
by girls before, but this was a new experience.  The fact it was a guy, an
older guy, his uncle, must have added to his arousal.

I placed a hand on each of his muscular thighs and I began to bob up and
down on his throbbing meat.

Paul put his hands on top of mine and began to pant furiously, mouthing "Oh
fuck. Oh fuck" under his breath.

"I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum." he said, panic in his voice.  I kept my
rhythm going, taking all of his five inches right to the back of my throat
on every stroke.

When he could no longer hold on he thrust his hips up to meet my mouth, so
I held my head in place while he emptied his seed into it.

He was grunting and moaning as his cock pulsed in my mouth.  I used my
tongue to rub the underside of his shaft and encourage every last drop to
spill forth.

His hips, his whole body in fact, began to twitch under the release, I
could feel him move one hand to the back of my head as he held me in place.

After 10 or 15 seconds he took his hand away and I eased my head up from
his still rigid member.

I grabbed hold of his shaft and milked the last few drops of semen on to my
outstretched tongue, rasping it on the underside of his helmet, which sent
a shudder through Paul's teenage body.

I sat back down on my stool, grabbing one of the take-away napkins to wipe
my mouth and the residue still left on my hands.

"It feels pretty spectacular doesn't it?" I asked him.

"Christ.  It feels amazing.  Fuck."  He tried to regain his composure a
little.

"You are really good at it." he told me.  "I can't get much more than the
tip into my mouth."

I laughed at his charming naieveity. "Well I've had a lot more experience.
The trick is to breathe through your nose and time your breaths for when
the cock is out of your mouth.  Otherwise you'll choke."

Paul was listening to what I was saying, but his eyes were elsewhere, at
the bulge now tenting my trousers.

He looked up and I just nodded my head.  I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it
out of my trousers and took it off.  I didn't have a vest on underneath so
my bare chest and flat stomach was in full view for this teen to savour.

I had gotten into the habit of shaving my chest while still in high school.
Alex always liked guys with shaved chests in the gay porn mags we read, so
I did it partly to impress him but partly to make me feel more sexy.

Paul put a timid left hand on my stomach, feeling the definition
underneath.  I didn't have a six pack, but I didn't have a paunch either.

He used both hands to undo the heavy belt buckle and then undid the top
button of my trousers.

Even before he had pulled my zip all the way to the bottom, my erection was
already standing proud, straining against its cotton prison.

Mimicking what I had done with him, Paul crouched forward and pulled my
trousers down and then reached inside the waistband of my white briefs to
fish my prick out.

The first touch of his soft hands against my shaft had it twitching in
anticipation.

He pushed the briefs down my thighs and released my eight inches of
spendour so he could admire it in detail.

Where Paul's prick had grown out of a bush of brown hair, a few shades
darker than on his head, mine was bereft of pubic hair.  My obsession with
shaving meant I pretty much kept all my downstairs bald.  It helped that my
manhood looked even larger when all my black curly fur was removed.

Paul didn't set to work straight away.  Now kneeling down in front of me,
he grabbed the shaft half-way up and peeled back my foreskin, marvelling at
the tapering head which meant I didn't have too much trouble slipping it in
to any hole - mouth, pussy or ass.

He spat on the head and began rubbing his saliva over the tip and working
it down the shaft.  He did this a few times until my entire prick was
glistening in the harsh kitchen light.

Then, and only then, did he lower his head on to it.

Like Alex had done all those years ago when we sucked under the bleachers,
Paul kept eye contact with me as the head of my prick disappeared inside
his mouth.

I mouthed a silent "Yeah" at him to let him know how good it felt.  The
warmth of his mouth felt sensational against my tender exposed helmet.

He tried to put into practice what I had just taught him.  He stopped after
about three inches of my shaft was inside, but he held me there as he
worked up the courage to go deeper.

He got another two inches inside before his gag reflex kicked in, but the
feeling of his throat spasming to reject the foreign object assaulting his
tonsils only added to my pleasure.

He came up for air as strings of thick saliva stretched from his mouth to
my shaft.

He worked my prick again with his hands for a few moments, before pushing
it forward and licking my bare balls.

Now this was a trick I hadn't taught him, but the vision of him doing this
to a complete and anonymous stranger through a glory hole in a seedy gas
station, was dancing through my mind.

He brought the head down again and sucked some more.  He was growing more
confident with every stroke.  At the top of the movement I could feel him
rasp his tongue under my bell.  At the bottom I could feel my head caress
the soft skin at the back of his throat.

He upped the pace now, no longer looking at me, but concentrating on not
wretching as he tried to squeeze even more of my eight inches into his oral
cavity.

I was still watching him though.  The sight of this 16 year old boy
bouncing his head up and down on my prick was a sensation only unmatched by
the friction his mouth was causing on my cock.

He let go of my shaft with his right hand now, wrapping it instead around
his own hard member.

His left hand reached up under his chin to fondle my balls, an action which
moved me several steps closer to coming.

I hadn't asked Paul if he was a swallower.  I imagined, given his problems
with size, that he probably wasn't.  However, when I told him I was about
to come, he didn't deviate from his rhythmic pumelling of my cock.

My body went rigid as Paul's efforts finally brought my release.  I roared
loud and long as the first stream of spunk hit the back of Paul's throat.
He held on gamely for the next two spurts before he had to concede defeat.

He replaced his head with his left hand and let the dying momentum of my
final spurts coat his fingers as he milked my shaft.

I too shuddered as his continued jerking became too much for my sensitive
prick to take. I held my hands up to signal a 'time-out' which brought a
wicked smile from Paul.

He did eventually relent, licking some of the cum from his left hand and
then standing up and wiping the rest clean with a napkin.

He hadn't spilled a drop of the semen that had ended up in his mouth.  I
beckoned him forward and kissed him full on the lips, tasting my salty cum
in his mouth and letting his tongue explore mine.

We broke off after about a minute of frantic tongue wrestling.

Paul was still casually stroking his hard prick.  Mine had softened, but
still glistened under the downlights.

Looking down at his prick I asked him "Do you want to try fucking me?"

He nodded his head again.  Even though he had just expertly serviced an
older man.  Even though he was now standing there stroking his erect cock,
I could still see the immature 16 year old in his lack of verbal answers to
my questions.

I directed Paul to the kitchen sink and told him to give me the hand lotion
dispenser behind the faucet.

I lifted my left leg onto the breakfast bar and draped my right one over
the stool Paul had just vacated.

I took a dollop of the lotion in my hands, rubbed them in between the
fingers and finding my asshole, pressed the index fingers of both hands
inside.

It had been a few months since I last got fucked in the ass and previous
experience had told me that even with Paul's modest five inches, it could
be painful if I wasn't prepared.

I lubed up my ass until I could smoothly slide the two fingers in without
much resistance.

I then instructed Paul to rub some of the lotion on his cock.  I motioned
him forward.

"Now look at what you're doing.  Guide the head of your cock up to my
asshole and then press just the tip in.  Make sure you have a good grip of
the shaft."

Trying to put a semi-hard prick up an asshole can be like trying to thread
cooked spaghetti, but I had no such worries with Paul.  His manhood was
hard and angry and ready for more use, the thick vein which I noticed
earlier, I could now see pulsing in rhythm to his heartbeat.

He lined his cock head up and pushed forward, my sphincter offering a
modicum of resistance before succumbing and letting his helmet pop through
the ring of muscle.

"Okay, now slowly work your way up and down.  The tough part is over,
you're inside, now you just need to lube me up properly."

I squirted another glob of lotion directly onto his shaft, getting him to
work it around the length which was not rammed up my tight rectum.

He eased the shaft back out, keeping the helmet inside, and then eased it
forward again, After about six or seven strokes I gave him the green light
to pound me as hard as he possibly could.

Paul put his hand on my inside thighs, pushing my legs a bit further apart,
and he started pistoning in and out of me at a frantic rate.

I could see his hips and his pert butt rocking back and forth as he drilled
me with every ounce of force his 16 year old body could muster.

I grabbed the front of his tshirt and folded it over the back of his head,
so his chest was exposed to me.

I grabbed another handful of lotion and began rubbing it on his bare
pre-adolescent chest.

A coating of fine hairs on his chest was all that was present.  He closed
his eyes as I rubbed his nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

I marvelled at how his young chest already had a bit of definition. Paul
had competed at a State level in track and field for the school. That was
how he knew Leah and Hazel, two other rising track stars in the town.

He had obviously spent time in the gym too.  His pecs were not huge, but
were defined.  With my slick hands I traced the line which separated them
and ran from his powerful neck to his rippled abs.

As he tensed up buried deep in my ass I could see the muscles of his
abdomen flex, the bottom ones forming a seductive V as if pointing to his
throbbing cock.

I was drinking in this Greek form in front of me when Paul reached out his
hands to fondle my own chest.

I squirted the lotion directly on there and he rubbed it around.  I then
squirted a bit on the top of my now erect again penis and he took the none
too subtle hint and began working the lotion in to my smooth shaft.

The combination of him tapping my prostate and now him wanking my cock took
me to ecstasy.  I couldn't hold back and let out another guttural roar as
my second load of the day rocketed out of my cock head.

He kept jerking me relentlessly as his thrusting continued apace and I
found after thirty seconds that I was still rock hard and now heading for
my third climax of the day.

This time Paul was intent on joining me.  His thrusts became even more
brutal, his thighs clapping against my ass with a loud sharp slap every
time.

His breathing was getting more ragged and in the three or four strokes
before he let go a stacatto grunt grew louder in volume.  He burried his
cock up my ass one last time, almost pushing me back off the stool with the
force of his thrust, then he left it there, sending more hot spunk searing
up my back passage.

Ever diligent, he kept pumping my cock hard until I exploded too, this time
taking my legs down and wrapping them around his torso pulling his body
closer to mine and his shaft further up my anus.

We lay there for several glorious seconds, eyes both closed as the waves of
pleasure seemed to leap between the two of us and slowly ebb away.

I reached out a hand and grabbed the back of his head, bringing him in
close for a hug.

He released his grip on my cock and hugged me back, wrapping his arms
around my torso as his cock slipped out of my ass.

I could feel the trickle of his juices slide out of my gaping hole and I
smiled when I thought of the mess of lotion, perspiration and spunk we had
both become.

Paul was not laughing though.  He was softly sobbing into my chest.

His grip around my body was so tight it was as if he never wanted to let
go.

I took my feet down from around his back, stood up, still holding on to him
and put a reassuring hand on the back of his head, stroking down to his
neck.

"It's been a hell of a day for you nephew.  Hasn't it" I said, in a quiet
calming voice.

His voice a little muffled against my body, I heard him say "Thank
you. Thank you." over and over again.

I realised then that this had been a turning point in Paul's life.  That
these confused feelings that he had bottled up and hidden from his bigoted
mom and grandfather had been released and he no longer felt guilty, or
confused, or fearful.

I understood these things, because I had felt them too.  I shushed his
thanks and I just held him.  After a few minutes I lifted his head up and
looked him in the eyes.

"If you need to feel that again, don't go to that gas station.  Come here.
This is a safe environment for you Paul."

I smiled at him as I added.  "I might not pay as well as your other
clients.  But I'll make sure you always have gas money."

He smiled too, his bottom lip still quivering and his eyes red with the
tears which streamed down his perfect cheeks.

We sat in the kitchen for half an hour afterward.  Neither of us covered up
our nakedness, or even tried to clean ourselves up.

I explained to him what had happened with Leah and Hazel after he had left.
He told me how he had panicked for two days afterward, fearing that I was
going to spill the sordid affair to his mother.

My talk of the various acts I got Leah and Hazel to perform soon got us
both hard again and while sitting on the chairs we began mutually
masturbating.

I called a halt to proceeings early though, suggesting we could both do
with a shower, and there was no point wasting water.

I took Paul in to the wet room in my en suite and lathered up his beautiful
body, paying particular attention to his ass.  Bending him over, I slipped
a soapy finger up his butt, speaking him through the sensations he should
be feeling as I found and massaged his prostate.

I then pulled him back so his butt was pressed against my cock.  I didn't
have the energy to take his anal virginity.  I wanted to save that for
another occasion, but I got him to lean against me, my cock firmly pressed
between his thighs, and marvelled at his hot chest once more as the water
cascaded down his front and trailed off the end of his dick like a water
fountain.

I jerked him off like this, my hand moving up and down his wet shaft as I
rubbed and frotted my own prick between his young thighs.

When he came, he switched off the shower, turned around and gave me another
fabulous blowjob, even better than the first.

This time he didn't take his head away either when I came, he swallowed
every last drop, even milking the remnants out of my softening prick onto
his tongue for me to taste in a passionate French kiss and a final embrace.

To salvage what little energy I now had left, I asked Paul to sleep in the
guest bedroom.  He was disappointed, but I told him there would be many
nights ahead and a lot more fucking to come.