Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2016 05:47:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Resortfullness

On occasion I have been accused of being preoccupied with young boys with
big cocks. Not quite true but if so it would appear that a great many of my
readers fall into that category as well. Let me say that when I was 22
years old I had the pleasure of having a 14 year old boy lover and I swear,
we measured the kid at 8¼ inches, thick ones I might add. I've recently
come across a young Spanish lad named Jordi, a porn star, who is similarly
hung. The thing is that adult males with large endowments didn't get those
measurements on their 18th birthday. They grew into them. Typically such
males are larger than most boys their age and again, over the years I've
had the pleasure of knowing more than a few.

Also, this is a bi-sexual story. A girl is brought in at the end so while
there isn't much girl sex in this chapter you will be able to get your fill
in the next chapter as she gets her fill.

that all being said, just enjoy the fucking story, okay.
Hugs,
Tag_m

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My parents weren't divorced but they might as well have been. If they got
together more than once a year I wasn't aware of it. However, because I was
in a private boarding school most of the year I had no clue about their
private lives. My parents were both nice people, at least as far as I was
concerned, but they were very career and goal oriented, very competitive. I
was less so.

My mother was the director and general manager of a chain of large
destination resorts, often on a white sandy beach in a tropical
settings. Typically she lived on site for the first 6 months of a resort
opening. My father was CEO of a major airline and on the board of a few
banks and other corporations. He too needed to be on site as it were which
left me, as stated, sheltered in a private school where I had been for most
of the 9 years of my educational life, 10 if you counted the fact that I
was entering 10th grade. I had just turned 14 when this story took place. I
looked a young 13.

My name is Brycen Carlton James II and that's "the second, not Junior, but
I've been called Cotton since I can remember. The nickname came about for
two reasons. I was allergic to most synthetic fabrics so wore mostly
cotton. Obviously I share my father's name so people called me Carlton
except for a younger cousin who couldn't pronounce my name so it sounded
like Cotton. There you have it.

As I said, I looked younger than I was probably due to the fact that I was
a small boy, barely 5'5. I had a somewhat round baby face although it
wasn't fat. I wore my pitch black hair on the long side and at times
unruly, so I suppose that some would have defined it as an Emo look. I
don't think so although I tended toward black clothes when not in a school
uniform.

I wasn't so small below the waist however. In fact, there weren't many boys
in my private school who were bigger, at least that I was aware of. My
father explained it to me when I was 11, one of the few real father son
things that ever happened between us.

I was home for the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays and had gone to him
with the problem of being teased in PE class, that being the first year
that boys had to dress out and take showers. I hadn't realized that the
teasing was about jealousy more than anything else. He asked me to drop my
pants and so I did.

"Well Cotton you have inherited the James family sword. You see, all of the
males on my side of the family have been gifted regarding that particular
part of our anatomy. We all seem to develop early in life." I was standing
before him as he sat in his leather arm chair in the library of our upstate
New York mansion. He hefted my balls and then my cock as if judging their
respective weight.

My balls had been hanging since before I was 10 years old. I remembered my
doctor commenting on it during a physical. He had also said that I was
taking after my father but I didn't have a clue about what he was saying
and didn't ask. My father got up and went to his desk and came back with a
ruler and sat back down. He raised my cock, letting it rest on his palm and
laid the ruler next to it.

"Not quite six and a quarter inches Cotton," he said and I could hear the
pride in his voice. "I'm not sure I was that big at your age. I can see
that you are beginning to grow hair as well. I started getting hair down
there about the same age as you are now. Are you cleaning beneath your
foreskin as you were directed," He asked.

"Yes father." He had me pull my clothing back into place. "So I am to be
proud of my penis and not ashamed or embarrassed," I asked him and he
nodded his head then proceeded to tell me about how men and boys typically
view their cocks, cocks in general, and the seeming importance of size. I
asked him how big he was. He looked at me for a moment as if thinking then
stood and unbuckled the slacks of his custom made suit then dropped them
along with his silk boxers and revealed a snake to me.

I was totally shocked at what I was looking at. "It's been this big since I
was 17 son, he said, allowing me to stare. His balls were large and smooth
and seemed to hang very low and the end of his penis hung even lower. It
seemed to grow out of a thick nest of curly hair that actually seemed quite
neat too, like boys in the next grade gym class. His penis was thick, as
thick as my wrist and the head seemed to be the size of a medium sized
apple.

"How big is it papa," I asked, using my own endearing term for him, one
that I rarely used.

"Nine and a quarter inches son," he said and proceeded to pull his clothing
back into place. "Have you started masturbating?" I shrugged my shoulders
and said that I didn't know what that was. He asked if I'd woke up with wet
or sticky underwear and I shook my head.

My father then explained the basic facts of life to me. He explained about
sperm and masturbating, stated that he had started producing sperm when he
was 11, just like I was. He explained how boys masturbated and that once
boys discovered the intense pleasurable feelings that came from it they did
it often, and not always alone.

 "Have any older boys tried to touch there or want me to touch them or do
other things of that nature. I nodded my head and when he asked I
explained.

My roommate Roddy have touched each other just to see how hard we were and
we played sword fight with our boners. Some of the older boys have wanted
to touch me and have them touch them but I chose not to."

My father went about explaining boy behavior, particularly in a boys only
boarding schools. Teenage and preteen boys spend a great deal of time doing
such things Cotton. Often the older boys teach the younger boys. It is a
very normal boy behavior but it seems especially so in boarding schools
when boys live together and shower together. It is not uncommon for boys to
suck on each other's penis as well as other things and while that may seem
strange to you now, I assure you that it can be quite pleasurable indeed."

"Did you do such things when you were a boy papa?" He nodded his head and
smiled.

"You understand that this is a very private conversation don't you Son?" I
nodded my head, understanding the severity of the situation. He went on to
say that while parents tend to confer with each other about their children,
this was a conversation that my mother would not be privy too. Again I
nodded my head in understanding.

"Yes son, I did engage with other boys just as I am saying. It's what boys
do. Boys tend to grow out of it by the time secondary school is finished
while other choose to engage in such things into their adult lives and
sometimes all of their lives. Now, if the opportunity comes up and you
chose to play with other boys you may do so and not feel guilty about it,
alright? That is not to say that you are required to do it, just that you
can if you choose. Now, there are some things that boys might to do that
you don't want to do so all you need to do is refuse. Most boys will not
press you." Of course I wanted to know what those things were. "Well, how
about if you just play it by ear Cotton. I think you'll know what I mean
when the time comes." There was more to our discussion but that's the gist
of it.

After that discussion I did choose to play with other boys but was very
selective about it and typically only played with boys my age or within one
year of me and then it was only with boys that were always polite to
me. Older boys asked me to participate in things but I respectfully
declined and, as father had said, they tended to be gracious about
it. Obviously I learned the real facts of life in the dormitories after
lights out.

I soon learned about the "other things" that boys wanted to do. For some
reason, unbeknownst to me however, I never fucked a boy and I certainly
never got fucked. I watched it happen all around me, friends of mine, other
classmates even my then roommate.

There was a boy in my PE class that apparently loved having a boys' cock
shoved up his ass. Somebody was always fucking him in the locker room after
class and of course a lot of boys watched and many jacked off, and that
included me. Despite not wanting to do it myself, I certainly enjoyed
watching it. It was especially intense for me when he cried out for more,
when he begged boys to fuck his ass harder and to shoot their sperm in him
or on him.

One day I watched 5 boys fuck him and none of them shot their sperm in his
ass. Every one of those boys' pulled out of him and shot their sperm all
over his body. Two of them shot their sperm on his face and I watched him
turn his head this way and that trying to catch the stuff in his
mouth. Even I had jacked off on his face, shooting my watery sperm onto his
cheek.

He also sucked plenty of boys and got sucked likewise. There was a rumor
that over one Saturday night every boy in Mr. Carmichael's Algebra class
fucked him. That was 17 boys that fucked that kid one after another
including Mr. Carmichael. I never talked to anyone that was there but I
didn't doubt that it happened. He wasn't in PE class on Monday or Tuesday.

So, school was out for the summer. My parents must have thought I was old
enough to not require constant monitoring so was absolved of having to
spend it with my grandmother. Bless her soul but being at her home for 3
months was boring as all hell. I flew first class to spend the summer in my
mother's suite at the resort.

Being the son of the airline CEO I was treated like royalty. Being a
well-balanced and respectful boy I never took advantage of that. My father
would have ripped me a new asshole if it was reported that I was playing
king of the hill. Still, it was nice to be waited on hand and foot and
believe me the flight attendants did just that. Even the Captain came back
to ask if I needed anything and would I like to visit the cockpit. I
thanked him but declined. I'd been in plenty of cockpits since I was 7 so
it didn't hold the fascination for me that it once did.

I was picked up at the airport by the hotel limo and hustled off to my
summer residence. I have to say that the place was huge. It sat on 45
acres, consisted of some 630 rooms, 2 dozen fully contained villas and 4
grand villas, 3 swimming pools one of which was a small waterpark, its own
9 hole golf course, 4 restaurants, one of which was on the 10th floor with
a view all the way to the end of the world. The resort also had a full gym
with masseuses, steam rooms plural, and the list goes on.

An elegantly dressed doorman met the limo and welcomed me to the hotel as I
exited the car. As I passed through the open entryway my mother came toward
me, a large smile on her face. A beautiful woman, my mother wasn't much
taller than me but 5inch heels gave her the height that is expected of a
high level executive. She wrapped me in her arms, kissed my forehead and
welcomed me to the hotel.

"I hope we can spend at least some time together Cotton," she said
warmly. "Thing are very hectic right now but I'll do my best."

"I know you will mama," I responded. She gave me my pass card stating that
it gave me access to everything the hotel had to offer including the
private elevator and our suite. She then directed the bellman to take me
and my luggage up to our 10th floor suite in the main building. "Let's meet
upstairs in the tower restaurant at 7." I promised her that I would be
there and off we went.

"This is the elevator gets you to the 10th floor Mr. James," my bellman
said. He was more like a bell boy, a brown skinned local boy not much older
than I was, if at all, and I will say he was quite cute.

"My name is Tazio and I'll be happy to help you out anyway that I can. I am
here most days and have the nights off and would be willing to show you
around the area, if Mrs, James doesn't mind that is." I told him that I
figured I could handle my mother. "I would love to see that," he said with
a grin. I knew he would. My mother could be a ball buster, but she never
was with me.

Tazio let me into my suite, surprising me in its opulence and the view. A
huge, step down living room had an unobstructed view all the way to the
horizon except for one corner where it was partially blocked by a black
baby grand piano. A deep lanai ran the entire front and around to the right
side where it could be accessed from the chef's kitchen. There were 3
bedrooms suites and an additional half bathroom, a Jacuzzi hot tub on the
Lanai just outside of a small workout room that contained a treadmill, a
Stairmaster and a Bow flex machine along with a small set of free weights.

"This is to be your room I believe Mr. James," the boy said, leading me
into a large open room with its own small lanai and of course, the same
type of view that allowed me to see into tomorrow. "Sunsets are magnificent
from this room sir. You might even see the "green flash" if you are lucky."
I asked what that was and he explained, saying, "It is a very rare sight
Mr. James."

"Tazio," I said catching his attention to which he replied "Sir". My name
is Cotton and if we are to become friends, sir or Mr. James isn't going to
work for me. Okay?"  The boy smiled, flashing brilliant white and
orthodontic straight teeth, and nodded his head.

"May I ask about your name Cotton?" I explained it to him then asked about
his name which was Italian and which also explained the coloration of his
skin.I reached out and shook his hand, earning me another a large smile.

"Mi scuzi," he said as his shoulder mounted radio went off. He had an
earbud in so I couldn't hear what was being said but of course when he
spoke into the mouth piece I could. "I understand," he responded and ended
the call.

"Well it seems that I have been removed from my regular duties Cotton." He
had a serious expression on his brown face. "Not to worry though. It seems
that our manager has assigned me to be your personal guide; that is if you
don't mind." The expression on my face was probably classic.

"That would be fantastic Tazio but what about you? Is that something you
would want to do, babysit me?"

Tazio grinned then looked me up and down, lingering ever so briefly on the
front of my slacks. "Well you are hardly a baby Cotton and besides I think
that spending my days with you would be much more interesting than carrying
luggage for old women with blue hair." I laughed but pointed out that there
were quite a few kids there as well.

"Yes," he mused, "there is that. Now, I have to do something about my
clothing. I can't be hauling you around while still in uniform." It was my
turn to look him up and down.

"I bet I have clothes that will fit you Tazio," I said. He questioned what
my mother might have to say about that and I pooh pawed him away. "I doubt
that my mother has a clue about what's in my wardrobe. Come on, help me
unpack." Tazio and I put the 3 suitcases on the bed and I went about
opening them.

"What should we wear," I asked him. "I've got shorts, swim suits, and of
course t-shirts and stuff." He asked if I wanted to go swimming and I told
him eventually but probably not right then. I just wanted to explore but we
could still wear swims and a t-shirt if we wanted to. I had already
proceeded to take my clothes off down to my underwear and hung my clothes
in the closet.

"Wow those are very cool briefs Cotton," Tazio said as he peeled his pants
off to reveal a simple pair of grey briefs with white trim. I was wearing a
pair of bikini briefs in hot pink with a burgundy trim. Needless to say I
was practically falling out of them. Tazio's briefs were bulging
appreciatively as well. His body was nice too, much more defined than mine
and while I wasn't ripped I have to say I looked pretty good.

"Thanks," I said and pulled a stack of underwear out of a suitcase. "You're
welcome to try on any of these. It looks like we're somewhat close to the
same size. He moved to stand right next to me, close enough that I could
feel the heat from his body. He looked over the underwear, a veritable
plethora of colors and designs.

"These are cool," Tazio said, pointing to a pair of brilliant white briefs
with an equally bright orange waistband and trim.

Well then," I said, "go ahead and try them on.

"Seriously," he asked and I nodded my head. The boy slipped his briefs off
and took a moment to unfold the ones he wanted to try on so I got a great
look at his boy parts.

While not as big as me down there, Tazio was still a healthy boy, his
uncircumcised cock quite perfect. His balls were as big as mine and seemed
to hang low in a hairless sac. I suspected that he shaved there because his
pubic hair seemed to a rather small patch for a boy his age and size. Of
course he saw me looking at him and smiled.

"Do I look okay Cotton," he asked as he stepped into the briefs. I nodded
my head.

"Good enough to eat," I answered.

"That certainly sounds like fun," he said with a grin, "I might take you up
on that, if you offered I mean."  He got the briefs on, did a little
adjusting then walked to the wall mounted mirror and checked himself out. I
admired his tight narrow butt as he walked away from me and stood before
the mirror then turned to check out his butt.

"Do I have a nice butt do you think?"

"Well, I'm not an expert but I'd say yes, I think so."

"I'm glad. It looks like you do too," Tazio replied as he walked back
toward me. "Turn around." I did as he asked and the boy surprised me by
patting me on the butt. "You got a great butt Cotton," he said in a very
soft voice. I turned around and said thank you.

"It looks like your front is pretty nice too."

So there we were, at what is known as a choice point. You go one way or the
other and of course each has its own rewards or consequences. I made my
choice. I elected to hook my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and tug
them down below my balls, not saying a word. Tazio's already large dark
eyes got even bigger.

"Damn Cotton, you're pretty darn big for a short boy," he said, his
sincerity very clear. Of course I knew that I was big. He stared for moment
and then, in a soft voice said,

"Uhm, do you ever, like, do stuff with boys?" I took the 2 steps needed to
be close to him and reached out to cup his boy bulge.

"All the time." I reached my other hand out and slid his briefs down and
dropped to one knee to get them to Tazio's ankles. That done I cupped his
cock, which was starting to rise, and put my mouth over the head. Tazio's
boy smells filled my nostrils. It wasn't too ripe at all, in fact, it was
just about perfect. I cupped his smooth balls as I sucked him into a full
on boner, a nice one too. I finally stopped and stood up, moved against him
and kissed him on the mouth.

"Let's move the suitcases," I said softly. I peeled my underwear off and we
went to the bed, put the suitcases on the floor then climbed on the bed and
moved right into each other's arms and began making out. I really loved
doing that, making out. I loved the holding of a naked boy and being held
right back, the kissing and the feeling of each other. Made my dick get
real hard real fast.

"I want to suck on your cock really bad Cotton," my new friend said. I felt
the same way so suggested a 69 and in seconds we were head to toe with each
other's boner in our faces. I got in closer and picked up the strong,
intoxicatingly wonderful fragrance of boy, a smell that I loved. I pulled
his cock down and put my mouth over the end, just as he did the same to me,
and then we both began sucking each other.

I reached an arm over his hip and sort of felt on his butt while I sucked
him. Tazio had to be close to 7½ inches. He was doing pretty much the
same thing to me too, rubbing my butt and stuff. I began to gently move my
waist to fuck his mouth which caused him to moan softly. We didn't stay
that way for long however.

"I really need to cum Cotton," Tazio said as he rolled away from me. I
agreed. He then pulled me to him and we kissed some more, tongues battling
inside our mouths and then outside. Our cock was pretty much mashed
together against each other and our hands moved up and down each other's
back, rubbed each other's butts and held each other's heads.

"God I want to do so much stuff with you," he said and I agreed.

"So for now, wanna just jack off," I asked him Tazio grinned and nodded his
head. We moved to sit side by side propped up against the wall and took
hold of our boners. And started jacking off.

"I love watching another boy jack off and squirt his sperm out," Tazio
said, "it is so hot to watch, and even to do some times."

"So are you sayin that you like to jack a boy off or get jacked off?"

Tazio nodded his head and said, "both."

"That's cool, I do too sometimes," I responded. That said we sat, arms and
legs touching, two naked boys going through a ritual that was thousands of
years old. Like me, Tazio tended to play with his heavy balls, fondling or
gently tugging on the sperm making eggs. Like me he used his foreskin on
his swollen cock head to create more intense feelings.

"I'm getting close Cotton," he finally groaned and I admitted that I was
too. A second later he said, "Here," and held his foreskin down. He stopped
stroking for a moment and then a stream of sperm launched out of his
missile of flesh and hit his chest. He gave his cock a couple of tugs then
stopped and it shot again. After that he continued to jack off and was
rewarded with another 3 jets of gooey boy goodness before it was burping
and oozing.

"My turn," I said and seconds later I went through the same thing only I
didn't stop and pump, I just kept on stroking. My sperm shot was equal to
Tazio's in distance and volume, blasting my chest and nipples, leaving
slashes of white up and down my body. As always in moments it was over and
I simply lay there panting.

"Fuck I love jacking off and I love watching another boy jack off," Tazio
said. "It's like I can't get enough of it." I agreed with him completely.
We looked at each other and then by some unspoken word we leaned our head
in and we kissed some more.

"I love kissing," I said softly when we parted. Tazio said that he did
too. We got off the bed and went to my bathroom and cleaned up.

"Have you ever fucked or been fucked Cotton," my new friend asked and I
shook my head. "I have a couple of times; I mean, fucked and gotten fucked
and I like it both ways."

"Have you ever fucked a girl," I asked him and the boy got a queasy look on
his light brown face and shook his head.

"I'm not really that interested in girls. I mean, it's not like I'm full on
gay or anything but I've seen nude pictures of women and honestly pussies
sort of scare me. A Boy is so much more simple, ya know?"  I totally agreed
with him.

"I never talked about it to other boys Tazio but I feel the same way. I
mean, maybe if it were a younger girl like, with no hair and maybe not even
tits I could do it. A woman's pussy is scary enough with hair but without
it, oh man, I'm half afraid to go near one." Tazio laughed out loud and
said we thought exactly alike then he added,

"I'm fine with boys Cotton and I sure hope that we can do more stuff
together." He was totally sincere. I kissed him quickly on the mouth.

"You can bet your happy little brown ass on it Tazio. In fact I may just
decide to change my virgin status with you."

"Serious?" Clearly Tazio was surprised that I would want or be willing to
do that. I nodded my head.

"Yeah Tazio I am. It's something I've been thinking about quite
a. lot. I've seen plenty of boys getting fucked in boarding school and they
all seemed to love it. I sort of wanted to do it with someone that I like
and respect and stuff and so far I like you a lot." I swear I thought the
boy was going to cry.

"Gosh Cotton nobody ever said anything like that to me. I swear that if you
choose to let me fuck you I will make it the best most awesome experience
that any boy ever had. And if you don't let then I am damn sure going to
have you fuck me." He reached out and took hold of my softened
cock. "You're an awesome boy with an awesome cock and I think that being
with you would have meaning to it and not just sex." So then it was time
for me to get a little teary eyed. I reached out and put my hand on Tazio's
cheek and held my hand to it.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me Tazio, thank you?" I
kissed him on the mouth and he returned the kiss then we just stood there
holding each other, two boys who had formed a bonding relationship.

 We got dressed, choosing to wear sports shorts and t-shirts, then headed
out to explore the hotel and grounds. As we approached our elevator we saw
that we would have company, a grandfatherly type gentleman with two
children; a girl who looked to be 8 or 9 years old, and a boy somewhat
older and probably still a preteen, but then, I wasn't exactly the best
judge of age.

"Well hello Tazio," the man said as we approached. The kids said hello to
Tazio as well. I thought it strange that the girl was a dark haired little
thing while the boy was a tow headed blonde. Both were very cute kids, at
least in my opinion.

"Good morning Mr. Hanfield," Tazio respond in a friendly manner.

"And who is your cute young friend," the man asked.

"This is Cotton," my new friend said, "Cotton, Mr. Hanfield, Marguerite, or
Maggie, and Elijah." I extended my hand.

"Not named after Cotton Malone I suppose," the man said with an engaging
smile as he shook my hand then added, "No, no I suppose not. Forgive my
little joke." I did forgive it because I didn't get it. The children smiled
and offered their hands which I shook. I wasn't sure but on the ride down I
was sure that both kids were checking out the front of my shorts and
Tazio's while the man engaged Tazio in conversation around the notion that
he seemed to be enjoying some free time and not working. Tazio didn't
explain, which I was sort of grateful for. I didn't really want people to
know my connection to the resort.

"Oh by the way, perhaps you boys would join us for lunch in my suite,"
Mr. Hanfield said as the elevator came to a stop and the doors
opened. Tazio looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head
so he said sure. We set a time for 12:30, "On the dot," the man added then
off he went with the kids.

"He's a really nice guy Cotton and the kids are sweet," Tazio
said. "Sometimes I get the feeling that he's checking me out though and I
know that Elijah and Maggie have."

"I got that feeling too," I told him, "cute kids though." Tazio agreed.

 That said, for the next 2 hours Tazio showed me around the entire resort
and in the process introduced me to a number of employees, who all seemed
to know who I was and treated me with deference. A few guests interrupted
our progress, some asking Tazio for help with something and others simply
saying hello. For those requesting something he explained that he wasn't
working at that time but got someone who could help them. For the others,
it seemed to me that my friend was a fairly popular employee and they
simply wished to say hello. Most of them asked about me and more than a few
were more than brazen in their approach.

One of those was a woman wearing a bikini that barely held her large tits
in check and a barely covered the slit of her pussy and in fact allowed the
slit to be seen. Clearly she shaved down there. She informed me that I was
the cutest thing she'd seen, next to Tazio that is, and vowed that she
would love to gobble me up.

A number of people we met had children with them which wasn't a surprise
because the resort was well known for its amenities for kids. There were a
number of teenage boys of all ages floating around as well, some that Tazio
knew and others he didn't. More than a few of the boys were wearing
speedos, some of which were filled out pretty nicely. I noticed that they
were often checking us out as well.

I noticed a fair number of young girls that seemed quite flirty as well,
with me and with other teenage boys. Some of the boys seemed very
interested in the youngling as was I since most of them wore very revealing
bikinis. There were teenage girls too and while some of them were quite
cute they didn't garner much interest from me or Tazio but they seemed
interested in us.

Tazio showed me where the villas were and said that he knew at least 1 of
them was empty if I wanted to check one out. We used his pass key to get
in. I was astounded at the opulence of the place. It wasn't much different
than my mother's suite but it did have its own small pool. It took a couple
of hours and after going over the entire resort we showed up at
Mr. Hanfield's suite at 12:30 on the dot.

He invited us in and as he closed the door he called out the kids that we
were there. As we stepped into a living area that was very similar to mine
we saw the kids getting up from the sofa, both stark naked. The children
waved and said hello and made no effort at all to cover themselves as they
walked toward the bedroom area. It was clear that Elijah was about half way
boned up.

"They tend to want to run naked when inside, I hope you weren't bothered by
that," Mr. Hanfield said. Both Tazio and I said no but the look between us
said something much more positive. Tazio thanked Mr. Hanfield for inviting
us and the man then directed us to call him Edward. The kids came back
almost immediately, both wearing only skimpy sheer thongs that didn't do a
thing to hide Elijah's young cock and balls or Maggie's smooth little pussy
and it's slightly darker slit. I felt my dick start to thicken.

"Well then let's sit down for lunch," Edward said and we approached an
already set table. "The children drew straws to see who sits next to whom,
I hope you don't mind boys, so Elijah and Tazio on this side, and Cotton
and Maggie on this side," he said, pointing to where he wanted us. Ed sat
at the head of the table that was already set and the food plated.

Talk was light; where we lived, school, that sort of thing. Of course
everybody knew where Tazio lived but there was still information for the
local boy to share. About half way through the meal I felt Maggie's hand on
my thigh. The first time was a touch accompanying a comment or statement
but the second time wasn't prompted by anything and besides that, the hand
stayed there. It was high on my thigh too, not far from my balls. I
happened to glance at Tazio, wondering if Elijah was doing the same to
him. I saw my new friend's eyes twitch toward Edward, who was talking about
life in New York City, which I was quite familiar with.

As lunch finished and Edward brought some parfaits to the table, Maggie's
hand moved and was exploring my cock and my balls. I squeezed my legs
together to perhaps dissuade the girl but it didn't work. I started getting
a boner, which of course felt good, so I let my legs fall open. Maggie's
fingers got real busy squeezing and feeling my cock and my balls and doing
it in front of the person I assumed was a father or grandfather only made
it that more exciting. It became apparent to me that Edward knew what the
little girl was doing. It only took a moment before he confirmed it.

"Are you playing with Cotton's young cock Maggie," he asked casually before
spooning some of the parfait into his mouth.

"Yes papa I am." I swear that the man chuckled.

"And have you given him a boner?" The little girl nodded her head.

"I'm giving Tazio a boner too papa," Elijah said happily. Tazio and I had
eye contact, both clearly surprised at what was taking place.

"If you boys are bothered by the children feeling your young cocks and
balls just say so and they will stop." By that time Maggie's hand had
worked its way inside my shorts and was feeling my cock outside my
briefs. Needless to say I was rock fucking hard.

"Cotton's boner feels real big papa," Maggie said.

"Will it fit in your tight little cunt my dear," Edward asked. Now I was
really shocked.

"I think so papa," she said, "I can at least try to get it in my cunny." Ed
nodded his head

Cunny, I thought to myself. That was a new one to me.

"Just so," he said. "And you Elijah?"

"Yes papa I am sure that I can get Tazio's boner in my butt hole. It does
feel like his boner is big too." Ed nodded his head.

"Well boys it seems that the children are quite confident that they can
handle your big boners in their little holes. They have both been begging
me to let them get fucked by older boys but like any adult caretaker I've
been concerned about them being hurt. What do you boys think? Would you be
able to help the children out without hurting them? Would you be willing to
fuck them?"