Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 23:13:51 +0000
From: Jeffrey Jeffy <jeffs71@hotmail.com>
Subject: Amhesrt Academy Part 2

"Amherst Academy Part 2"

By Jeffy

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house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this
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This story depicts minors and adults having unprotected, unsafe sex.
Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such.  Otherwise,
enjoy!

Please check out my other stories, also posted in Nifty and ASSGM, and on
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With thanks to Frodo!

* And the Angels Sing
* Back Doodles
* Be My Valentine
* Big Bully
* A Brewster Cousins Thanksgiving
* Fool for Love
* Jon and Brett
* Little Brother and the Sex Club
* The Littlest Wrestler
* Party Animal
* Take Two and Call Me in the Morning
* Tied
* "Y" Boy


"Ooooo, I know!" - - A. Einstein


Chapter 4 - So much to do . . .

I'll always remember that summer as being one of almost frantic activity as
I prepared for my new life at Amherst.  I had things to buy and all kinds
of arrangements to make as I struggled to get my life in order in
preparation for this big move.

The job and salary negotiations had moved quickly, mainly since Ron
(Dr. Webber had insisted that I call him that) had basically given me
everything I'd asked for in terms of salary and benefits.  The one minor
sticking point had turned out to be my demand for heated garage space for
all of my vehicles.  Especially since, in anticipation of the winters that
far north, I'd gone right down to Royal Cadillac and bought a new Hummer, a
bright yellow one fully loaded with every option they offered.  Hey, I had
all this filthy green stuff, might as well put it to good use.  I also
bought plenty of cold weather gear, investing in a good pair of boots
(military surplus "Mickey" boots), parka, long underwear, and the like.  Up
there, I knew winter would come early and stay a while.

I also did something that I thought never really thought of doing; I signed
up for some self-defense classes at the local YMCA.  I'd read about them
and figured what the hell, I might be able to do that since they were
geared toward the physically challenged and emphasized stick (or cane)
handling techniques, a la James Caan in "The Killer Elite".  Hell, I
figured that already had a mean enough looking walking stick, I might as
well learn how to use it properly.  I think that these classes, tough as
they were, actually had the effect of helping my self-image and
self-reliance.  I doubted I was up to "killer elite" status, but I felt
reasonably confident that, if pressed, I could take care of myself (more or
less).  I suppose that I was just so used to being totally self-reliant
that the accident shaken my self-image a bit.  Strangely enough, I really
enjoyed the vigorous physical activity and working up a good honest sweat.
I was finding that I could do more than I'd previously thought, but if I
pushed myself too hard my body definitely let me know it the next day.

I also researched as much about Amherst as I could, just to make sure I
knew what I was getting myself into (of course I really didn't know,
despite all my research).  As you might expect, the Internet was a great
help in this particular endeavor.  Amherst graduates almost uniformly went
on to college and then to advanced degrees, and from there to incredible
success in every walk of life.  There were less than 300 students at any
one time, but they were the absolute cream of the crop, from all over the
country and even internationally.  Interestingly enough, there appeared to
be quite a number of students on scholarship, based solely on ability to
pay.  Hmmm, it seemed that they wanted the best and brightest even if the
parents weren't wealthy.  I was willing to bet they got a great deal of
support from their alums, not only in monetary terms.  In over a month of
research, I couldn't find a single bad thing about Amherst.

Finally, it came time to pack, or at least to choose what to take and what
to leave.  I'd arranged for a house sitting service to visit regularly, so
I wasn't concerned about upkeep and such.  I knew that I'd be getting fully
furnished living quarters, so I figured that the furniture would stay, but
I just had to take my big screen plasma TV and home theater system (more of
that green stuff spent), as well as my substantial book collection (I've
been a member of the Science Fiction Book Club since, oh, like 1979).  I
wanted to take just enough to make Amherst feel like home.

Then I came to the decision that I'd been putting off; what to do about my
firearms.  As an avid collector, I had arms ranging from black powder
muskets to an AR-15, various pistols, you name it.  It had taken me years
to amass my collection and I was hesitant to part with it, but I knew that
guns and kids don't mix well.  Finally, I decided to just take a couple of
antiques, as well as a couple of handguns and at least one rifle of
sufficiently heavy caliber to deal with any furred intruders up in the
wilds.  I only hoped that the school would let me keep them.  Just to be on
the safe side, I ordered a very elaborate gun safe to be delivered to my
attention at the school.

I left one blisteringly hot Friday in early August.  I wanted enough time
to settle in before all the boys arrived, and that was the date that they
wanted me to start anyway.  I drove the Super Bird, having arranged for the
Hummer and my custom P/T Cruiser to be shipped up there.  I was planning on
taking my time and making the trip over two days, since I tended to get
very stiff from sitting while driving.  As I started out, I reflected how
very glad I was that I'd had Karl install a modern air conditioner!  I
mean, when it's 89 degrees at 7 AM, you know it's going to be a hot day.
On the whole I enjoyed the drive, although it was shaping up to be a
typically heavy summer driving weekend, one of the reasons I wanted to take
my time and not push it.

Around early afternoon my belly was informing me, quite loudly, that it had
been a while since breakfast.  I'd been making very good time, so I decided
to stop for a leisurely lunch.  I pulled up at a large, crowded rest area.
I mean, the place was packed!  I just smiled, glad for once of the
handicapped parking permit hanging from my rear view mirror.  I parked
right in front, opened my door, and nearly bowled over some guy and his two
kids.  The guy mumbled an apology, then stopped in his tracks.

"Holy shit, a 1970 Super Bird!  Jeez, that's like my dream car," he
exclaimed, looking over my car with the lust of a horny teenager.  I
struggled to contain my laughter.

I paused a second to take a good look at the three of them.  The man was
about my age I guessed, a bit taller than me, with light brown hair and a
handsome face.  He definitely looked like he took good care of himself if
the size of his biceps were any indication.  I turned my attention to his
two sons, and was nearly bowled over myself by the vision of absolute
loveliness before me.  They were similar in build, slim and athletic, and
about 8 and 11 years old respectively I guessed.  God!  Both had cute
button noses, beautiful cheekbones, and sparkling green eyes.  I was in
love with these two at first sight.  Both were beautiful strawberry blonds
(why don't we call them redheads?).

"Wow, cool car mister," the younger one chirped, "is it new?"

"Yeah, totally rad wheels, I've never seen one like it before.  How fast
does it go?"  His older brother was not to be outdone by the little one.

"It's not new, it was built long before either of you were born.  And it
goes really fast," I told them.

I figured introductions were in order.  I held out my hand to the father.
"Hi, I'm Jeff Smith.  Nice to meet you."

As we shook hands, he introduced himself and his sons.  "Nice to meet you.
I'm Bill Roberts, and these are my boys, Jimmy (he indicated the older boy)
and the little devil there is Jay."

"Everybody calls me Jay-Jay," the smaller boy piped up.

I just smiled at them and shook hands with both boys, relishing even the
small chance to touch them.  They both had nice, firm grips, just like
their father.  I could see the deviltry in Jay-Jay's eyes, while Jimmy
struck me as a very sweet kid.  I held onto his smooth little hand a few
seconds longer than was strictly necessary, which he didn't seem to mind.

"Why don't we get out of this sun?  Jeff, please, why don't you sit and eat
with us?  It'll make up us for nearly running you down in the parking lot,"
Bill said.

I was glad to accept since I hated eating alone.  As we got our food and
sat down, I noticed that Jimmy was wearing a blue polo shirt with the
Amherst crest on it.  Could it possibly be?  It seemed way too much to hope
for.  Then I saw that Jimmy had the latest "Wheel of Time" book tucked
under his arm.  I had the most recent one by Raymond Feist under my own
arm, so I asked him what he was reading.  He grinned as he held up his
book, then his grin became almost a smirk as he saw the title of my book.
We immediately launched into an animated discussion of their relative
merits.  Bill and Jay-Jay just looked bemused as we really went at it
verbally.  I took the position that, after 12 books, Robert Jordan needed
to get it done already and wrap it up, but as far as Jimmy was concerned
he'd be happy to see the series go on for ever.

"Y'know, the two of you share the same brain," Bill told me while Jay-Jay
just giggled.

"Hey, I can't help it if your son shows good taste in his reading
material," I informed him.  Jimmy grinned at me, and believe me I felt it
right down to my toes.  Have you ever met someone and just really liked
them from the start?  That's how I felt about Jimmy.  I already longed to
run my fingers through his wonderful red hair, to caress his lovely face.
I'd been sneaking peeks at both boys as we talked and ate, and both were
incredibly gorgeous!  Have you ever noticed that some boys, especially
blonds and redheads, tend to be a bit on the fuzzy side?  Not these two;
they had only the slightest of hairs on their forearms, and none at all on
their beautiful tanned legs (which I couldn't see very well because of
their baggy long shorts).  They both had cute little boyfeet and sweet
little toes, which their sport sandals showed off nicely (OK, so that's one
fashion trend that I do like).  Jimmy was built like a swimmer, on the slim
side, while Jay-Jay was a bit stockier.  I had to make a conscious effort
to keep up with the conversation rather than taking in the vista of
boy-beauty in front of me.

"So, are you going to Amherst Academy?"  I asked Jimmy, "I couldn't help
but notice your shirt."

"Yep," he replied, "I'm a Number One this year.  That's why I have to
report so early."

"Well, I'm on my way to become a teacher there."

"Wow, cool!"  Jimmy looked excited at the prospect.

"Now, what's a Number One?"  This was obviously something that Ron Webber
had neglected to inform me of.

Jimmy thought a second.  "Every Housemaster has a Head Boy and a First Boy
as like, his assistants.  You know, they help him with the kids and all."
I loved how he didn't consider himself one of the "kids".

I nodded, thinking that it made sense, even though I hadn't really thought
about it.  After all, the kids had the Housemasters totally outnumbered,
and they couldn't be everywhere at once.  I couldn't help but feel that the
school had a culture all it's own, one I had no experience or knowledge of.
I looked forward to learning more and wondered what aspects of its peculiar
sociology would trip me up to start with.

"We call the First Boys 'Number Ones'.  You know, like on Star Trek.  Kind
of like the Head Boy's first officer.  Head boys are usually about 13 or
14, and most Number Ones are 12 or 13.  I'm only 11, so I'm one of the
youngest Number Ones ever!"  Jimmy puffed out his chest and looked proud.

I think this was when I fell hopelessly in love with Jimmy.  He was so
proud of himself and so happy he was helping.  I could tell, in just my
short time knowing him that he was s sober, responsible kid, not to mention
sweet and very bright.  It turned out that Bill had gotten permission to
take Jay-Jay early (since he wasn't going to be a Number One) so he
wouldn't have to make two trips.

Before I knew it, we'd been talking for well over an hour.  Now don't get
me wrong, I could've stayed there and talked to them all day, but I did
have to get going some time.  Bill looked at his watch, and I knew he was
thinking the same thing.  We talked for a few more minutes, but we all knew
we really had to get going.  I had about 200 miles to go before I got to my
scheduled stopping point for the night, and I suspected that Bill was
planning on just driving straight on through.

As we got to the parking lot and to our cars, Jimmy impulsively threw his
arms around me and gave me a big hug.  I just hugged him back, wishing it
would never end.  I glanced over at Bill, expecting at least a frown or
glare (after all, we'd only just met) and was stunned to see a gentle,
knowing smile on Bill's face.  That when I knew, KNEW mind you that he was
a BL just like me.  Don't ask me how, but I knew it, and, looking at him,
knew that he recognized that same thing in me.  And it didn't look like he
was upset about it, either.  Finally, we parted.

"Hey, I'll give you guys a ride in my car sometime.  We'll see if I can get
it over 100 miles an hour!"  I just grinned at them.

Jimmy grinned right back, totally unembarrassed by our recent public
display of affection.  "It's a date," he told me, while Jay-Jay just gave
me the thumbs up sign.

I rolled down the road, deep in thought.  I'd made a very real connection
with Jimmy in a very short time, but already I could tell we were kindred
spirits.  I still had a boner in my pants from his hug, that and being so
close to two beautiful young boys for a couple of hours.  And I wondered
what that look Bill gave me meant.  Had I read him wrong?  Had I read all
of them wrong?  I hoped I'd see them again once I arrived at Amherst.

As I drove on, the day just got hotter and hotter.  I saw more than one car
on the side of the road, smoking, and I hoped that my beloved Super Bird
wouldn't be one of them.  After all, it was an old car even though it had
been completely rebuilt.  I stuck with the route I'd planned out, I-95 the
whole way, along with about a bizillion other people, or so it seemed.
Finally, I came to a huge traffic jam, and had to stop right there in the
middle of the highway.  Shit, there was stopped traffic as far as the eye
could see.  I knew something major must have happened, so I whipped out my
phone and called Shadow Traffic.  I was right, there was a major accident
up ahead.  Early reports were that two tanker trucks had collided under an
overpass and were on fire.  When I inquired about alternate routes, the guy
just laughed and told me that this was one of the busiest travel weekends
of the year and every alternate for 50 miles around was jammed up.  I sat
there, for well over an hour before deciding that I wasn't going any
farther today.  I pulled on to the shoulder (I know, it's not legal, but I
was desperate.  I didn't want to sit in the car all day) and rode as far as
the next exit.

I saw an Edison Suites hotel sign sticking up over the trees, and I made a
beeline for it, navigating by instinct.  I had a very good idea that hotel
rooms were going to be in short supply tonight, and I wanted to get there.
I had vivid memories of trying to drive to work every day when I-78 had the
trash fire under it and the bridge melted and I had no desire to relive
that disaster, thank you.  Finally I got there, parked the car right up
front and got in line.  It seemed that a lot of other folks had the same
idea I did, and the line was very long.  I just prayed that they didn't run
out of rooms before I got to the front of the massive line.  I stood,
waited, leaned on my walking stick, and waited.  Before too long my hip
began to ache, but there was no way I was giving up my place in line for an
instant.  I gritted my teeth and waited, finally getting to the front of
the line.  A very harried young clerk waited on me.  I'd have found him
cute at any other time, but right now I just wanted to get into some decent
air conditioning and off of my feet.

"All we have left are large suites, one bedroom, two king sized beds," he
told me.

"Fine, that'll be great," I told him, handing over my credit card.  "Make
that for two nights, just in case."  I didn't want to be stuck if it took
them a while to clear the accident, and heaven forbid, rebuild the road

"No problem," the clerk assured me, "here you are, suite 1301.  That's
around to the left there."

I thanked him and sighed in relief.  At least I had a place to stay for the
night!  I limped over to an empty easy chair in the lobby and sat a minute
before going to get my bag and stuff.

Suddenly the clerk at the front desk announced, "That's it folks, sorry,
we're all full up.  No more rooms, sorry, that's it!"  He promptly put up a
sign and closed the front desk before the folks in they could vent their
frustration on him.  Smart kid!

I'd been so lucky to find someplace!  I sighed again in relief, and then
looked at the crowded lobby.  The line was beginning to break up as
everyone realized that they'd have to try someplace else, or just camp out
in the car.  Then I spotted Bill, Jimmy, and Jay-Jay looking dispirited and
beginning to walk toward the door.

"Bill, hey!"  I waved them over.

"Hey, Jeff.  Were you one of the lucky ones?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I got a room.  You?"

"No.  Guess we try someplace else, but something tells me our luck isn't
going to be any better.  I think we may have to camp out in the car."  The
boys looked ready to cry at the prospect, and Bill didn't look much happier
himself at the thought.

"Why don't you stay with me?"  I didn't even think about it, the words just
popped right out of my mouth.

"We couldn't impose on you like that . . ."

I could tell he wanted to be talked into it.  "Look, I've got a large suite
with two double beds in it, and I can only sleep in one of them.  Of
course, that's only if all three of you pass the test."

Bill grinned, and the boys looked a little anxious.

Jay-Jay piped up.  "What's the test?"

"Do any of you snore?"

"Jay-Jay does," Jimmy pointed at his brother, laughing.

"Do not!"  Jay-Jay looked thunderous.

They were getting ready to do brotherly battle, which Bill forestalled by
hugging them both close and putting his hand over Jay-Jay's mouth.  I could
tell from the boy's face that he was getting back at his father by licking
his hand, the little devil!  What had I gotten myself into here?

"Well, anyone who snores gets a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth," I told
them.

They all laughed at my remark.  As we began to walk out, Bill pulled me
aside.  "Listen, at least let me pay for half the room," he begged.

"Nope, that money was already spent whether nor not you were staying with
me.  I will let you buy me dinner, though.  Now let's get going.  I saw an
Olympic sized pool back there, and I intend to go swimming to work out the
kinks from sitting and driving so much."

Bill grinned at me, then we went back out into the blistering heat to
collect our bags.  That done, we located our suite and went inside.  I
immediately turned the air conditioning up as high as it would go and
surveyed the surroundings.  Nice, very nice.  There was a big den, desk,
and a huge bedroom with two big beds.  If I had to be stranded somewhere,
this wasn't bad at all.

Bill agreed.  "Not bad, very not bad," he told me.  The boys stripped off
their shirts and went over to stand in front of the air conditioning vents.
They looked so beautiful with the sweat standing out on their tanned skin
and their nipples beginning to harden from the chill.  Both boys had
wonderful little physiques, with Jay-Jay being just a bit on the stocky
side.  Their nipples were the most delicate shade of pink, and I longed to
go suck on them.  I tore my eyes off of them with an effort.

Bill was looking at me again with the indecipherable look of his.  But if
we were all going to live together for the next day or so I needed to clear
the air.  I called the boys, and Bill, over.

"OK guys, we need to talk about something," I told them taking a deep
breath.  "You might have noticed I walk with a cane."  They nodded.  "I was
in a bad car accident a while back, one that left me with a lot of scars.
I just want you guys to know so you don't get freaked out."  They all
nodded again.

"Good," I told them.  "I don't know about anyone else, but I want a nice
swim in the pool."  I stripped off my shirt and faced them.

The boys, bless them, didn't flinch.  They just got a bit closer, and being
curious boys, began to touch me.  Jimmy was touching my chest, while
Jay-Jay seemed fascinated by at the way the surgeons had rebuilt my arm.
Bill started to stop them, then held his peace as I shook my head at him.
They were very gentle; I found their touch to be very, very soothing.  Not
to mention more than a little arousing.

"I'll bet that hurt," Jimmy breathed.

"Yep, more than you can imagine," I told him.

Jimmy turned his chin toward me and pointed to a thin white scar on it.  "I
got this one from jumping down the basement steps when I was five.  And
this one," he pointed to his leg, "is from the neighbors dog.  She got
bitchy when she was pregnant and bit me."  I had to stifle a laugh.  I
nobly resisted the temptation to tell him that such behavior wasn't limited
to canines.

Jay-Jay spoke up.  "I got this one last year when I had to had to get my
appenditix taken out."  He pulled his shorts down a bit to show me his
scar.  He was co incredibly cute he was absolutely edible, especially the
way he mispronounced appendix.

My eyes teared up at that moment.  They were telling me they didn't
consider me to be any different because of the way I looked.  They had
scars, I had scars, no big deal.  I grabbed them both in a big hug, then
rolled around on the bed, tickling them like crazy.  Soon we were all
laughing like fools, Bill included as he waded into the fray.

"OK," I laughed, "I've gotta go pee and then we're going swimming!"  I
walked into the bathroom, pulled my shorts down, and let fly.  I almost
pissed all over the floor when Jimmy walked in, stood beside me, and did
the same thing.  God, he was beautiful!  If I hadn't been in mid-piss I'd
have sprung wood in a second.  He had the cutest little dick, maybe an inch
and a half flaccid, and little marble sized balls tucked in tight
underneath.  I could see the little booger checking me out from the corner
of his eye, too.  We both finished, pulled up our shorts, and walked out,
just like it was nothing.  I rummaged through my bag for a pair of shorts
to use as swim trunks while the boys did the same.  I kept my back to them
as I changed, and then we were all ready.  I wanted to do some laps to work
out the kinks before I played with the boys.  I knew they'd want to play in
the pool.

On the way out, we turned on the TV for a minute and were treated to a view
of two tanker trucks wedged under an overpass, burning merrily.  The
commentator mentioned that one of them was full of gasoline, and the other
was carrying, of all things, jet fuel.  The firemen, not being fools, were
prepared to let the fire burn itself out (which could take days) as long as
it didn't explode.  The commentator went on to say that the fire was so hot
that any water sprayed on it would separate into its component oxygen and
hydrogen and actually feed the fire.  The concrete and steel beams of the
overpass were melting, running like soft candle wax.  Meanwhile, one of the
main northeast corridors was closed for fifty miles in both directions
since the overpass was the main alternate in the area to I-95.  What a
mess!  Bill and I shared a look, knowing that we weren't going anywhere
today, and possibly not tomorrow.  I could think of worse places to be
stuck.  I turned off the TV and we all adjourned to the pool.

The pool was a really nice one, half indoors and half outdoors, not to
mention huge.  I swam about 20 laps and could feel the knots working
themselves out.  I'd definitely done too much sitting today!  Feeling
better, I swam over to where Bill was taking turns throwing the boys in the
pool.  I snuck up behind Jay-Jay and gave him a good heave; he made a huge
splash as he landed!  Far from being upset, he came up laughing.

"Again!"  He told me.  I obliged, relishing the feel of his smooth, tanned
skin under my hands.  The boys then decided to switch, and I found myself
with Jimmy crawling all over me, wanting to be thrown (not that I
objected).  He was a bit harder since he was bigger, and I was soon a bit
out of breath.  The boys saw this, so we switched to a game of 'Pool Shark'
with yours truly as the shark.  We had a grand old time playing tag, until
the boys decided that they wanted to swim between my legs.

As Jimmy swam through, he reached out and gave my dick a healthy squeeze.
To say I was startled would be an understatement!  I was even more shocked
when Jay-Jay did the same thing!  They took turns swimming between my legs,
getting progressively bolder, giving my dick longer and harder squeezes
with their small hands.  Finally, they were out of breath and swam up to
me, clinging like small limpets, one on each side.  Jimmy was on my right,
while Jay-Jay was on my left.  Both of them had their small, rock-hard
boy-boners pressed into my side.

Figuring that turnabout was fair play, I grabbed both of their dicks
through their swimsuits.  Both boys just grinned wider at me, enjoying the
touch.  Jay-Jay shifted his position, getting a better grip (or so I
thought), but he had a surprise for me.  When I went to grab his dicklet
again, I found that he'd pulled his shorts aside and I got a handful of
bare (and rock-hard) little boy dick and balls.  I looked at him from a
distance of about six inches, totally shocked at his behavior.  The little
devil just giggled, delighted.  I decided to tease him a bit, so I began to
wank him in earnest, loving the way his breathing deepened.  I used short,
firm strokes on his two and a half inch dickie until he scrunched up his
cute face, just about to orgasm.  Then I stopped, took my hand off of his
dick, and just held him.  Jimmy knew exactly what I'd done and started to
giggle.  That'd serve Jay-Jay right for playing his little joke on me!

It took Jay-Jay a minute or so to come down from his sexual almost-high as
Bill came swimming up.  Did he have a clue as to what we'd been doing?
Apparently not.  The boys wanted to have a chicken-fight (how appropriate!)
and in a flash I had Jimmy up on my shoulders while Jay-Jay was in the same
position on his dad.  We had a fun wet time of it, with both boys getting
dunked repeatedly.  Bill's height advantage was offset by Jimmy's bigger
size, so the boys were pretty evenly matched.  By the time we wee done, I
was feeling pretty bushed.  We all repaired back to our nicely cool suite,
where I planned to take a nap.

"Wake me for dinner, OK?  How's 6:30-ish with you guys?"

"Sounds good.  We just may join you in a nap," Bill told me.

"The more the sleepier," I shot back, getting a laugh.

I grabbed a quick shower, then settled in for a nice power nap.  Bill and
the boys were in the den watching TV as I drifted off.  I must have been
more tired as I thought since I dropped right off.

I woke up with the feeling of having slept very, very deeply.  I also
became aware of a warm, Jimmy-shaped lump curled up against me.  He was
cuddled up against my chest, his soft, even breaths gently disturbing my
chest hair.  I guess he just liked to cuddle, since there was plenty of
room on the bed for not only the two of us but probably Bill and Jay-Jay.
Looking over, I saw that Bill and Jay-Jay were on the other bed, also
curled up together.  Jimmy had been right about Jay-Jay!  The little imp
was on his back, snoring softly, cradled in the crook of his father's arm.
I glanced over at the bedside clock.  It read 6:22.  I yawned and
stretched, looking down at Jimmy.  His face was so beautiful in repose,
totally free from worries or concerns.  I wished that I could stay there
forever!  Much as I hated to wake him, I knew we all had to get up soon to
eat dinner, and I was starving!  My stomach was telling me in no uncertain
terms that it had been a long while since lunch at the rest stop.  And even
then it had been fast food, not real food.

I wanted to wake Jimmy up, but in a special way.  I separated myself from
his warm, smooth body (reluctantly) and he stirred in his sleep, rolled
partially onto his back, then settled back to sleep with a deep sigh.
Perfect!  I moved close to him again, careful not to disturb my little
sleeping angel.  Reaching out ever so gently, I began to caress his
beautiful face with only my fingertips.  I kept my touch very, very light,
just barely making contact with his skin.  Looking at him this closely, I
could see that he had a smattering of light freckles on his nose and
cheeks.  He was the most perfect creature I'd ever seen!  I could feel him
stir a bit under my hands, not quite waking.  He turned over onto his
stomach, sighing, and I was treated to another perfect view of this
incredible boy.  I began to lightly stroke his smooth, tanned, muscled
back.  I found just the curve of his spine to be so sensuous!  I think he
must have woken up, because he began to sigh and squirm in pleasure as I
explored every inch of his back, all the way down to there the sheets
covered his luscious butt.  I was tempted to move the sheet and see if he's
let me go lower, but I didn't want to overstep and besides his father was
in the next bed!

Jimmy surprised me by rolling over onto his back right at that point.  He
had a small, lazy smile on his lips as he looked up at me from lowered
lashes.  He stretched slowly, than put his hands behind his head, exposing
his smooth, hairless underarms.  The message was clear enough: do whatever
you want, I'm yours.  I had to just stop and take in the incredible sight
before me.  We all have our turn-ons, and for me that's a young boy's
chest, nipples, and smooth bare underarms.  And shit, was Jimmy ever
gorgeous!  His slim, muscled chest and flat tummy almost drive me wild!  I
found myself doing what I've always wanted to do to a boy, namely caress
him from his face to his waistline.  His skin felt so soft and warm under
my hands!  I began at his collarbones, determined to touch any and
everywhere that Jimmy would let me.  This might be my only time with him,
and I was determined to make it special for him (and myself).  I worked my
way down his lovely, tight body, taking my time, gently exploring every
square inch of my willing littler lover's skin.  He even let me caress his
wonderful, bare, soft, hairless underarms.  Talk about warm, not to mention
soft!  I kept my touch firm so I wouldn't tickle him, which he seemed to
appreciate.  I ended my caressing by stroking his smooth tummy in a
circular motion while Jimmy cooed and sighed.  By this time my dick was so
hard in my pants that I thought it would burst through my shorts!

I backed off for a second and just looked at Jimmy as he looked back at me,
smiling.  His smile got even wider as he slowly pulled the sheet aside,
revealing that he was naked.  God!  He was perfection personified!  I
slowly looked down, past his flat tummy and smooth abdomen, to where his
wonderful, hard dick throbbed in time with his heart.  It was about 3
inches long and quite slim as it jutted proudly from his hairless pubic
mound.  His balls were cute little marbles tucked tightly below.  I looked
into his eyes, aware that I was about to take an irrevocable step, and I
found only love and trust there.  I reached out to stroke that perfect
little organ.

Abruptly, Jay-Jay sat up in bed and announced, "I gotta pee!"  He then
scampered off to the bathroom without so much as a backward glance.  I
quickly covered Jimmy with the blanket before Bill woke up and saw what I
was about to do to his young son.  I heard him stirring in the next bed and
I knew that we had to get going.  I sighed as I got up and playfully
slapped Jimmy on his bare ass.  Jay-Jay came out of the bathroom and stared
at Jimmy.

"Boner alert!  Boner alert!  Jimmy has a boner!  Boner alert!"  Jay-Jay
danced around, attempting to grab Jimmy's boner while Jimmy tried to grab
his.  Finally, they were both successful at the same time (on purpose I
think) and just stood there, each other's boner in hand.  Then, incredibly,
they got closer, put one arm around each other, and began to wank each
other in earnest.  I was stunned by the raw sexuality of it.

'Some sight, eh?"  Shit, I hadn't noticed Bill coming over to stand beside
me and his comment almost startled me out of my skin!  Far from being upset
at their actions, he gazed lovingly at his two boys.  My suspicions about
them crystallized.

'Yeah," I breathed as the two brothers continued to wank away right in
front of me.  They picked up the tempo as they worked toward their mutual
boyish orgasms.

"OK guys, come on, we gotta get going.  We can have fun later!"  So saying,
Bill separated the two little wankers.  Jay-Jay retaliated by trying to
grab his father's erect dick through his underwear, but Bill, clearly
having long experience with this, grabbed Jay-Jay firmly by his balls,
forcing the boy up on his toes.  After a second he desisted, grinning, and
went to put on his shorts.  Jimmy, already dressed, plastered himself to my
side; I could heel his still-hard boy-dick rubbing against me.  What a
little hornball!

We all got dressed, then went to the office to inquire about any good steak
places around.  Then, directions in hand, we all got in my car.  The boys
looked excited as I fired up the big hemi, while Bill looked almost like he
was ready to cum!  We all buckled in and I headed out at a sedate pace.
Once we hit the entrance ramp to the local state highway, I decided to show
off a little so I floored it.  The big hemi engine roared as we passed 100
MPH while we were still on the ramp and got on the highway, slowing down to
a saner pace.  Jay-Jay and Jimmy whooped and laughed from the back seat,
but Bill just went white-knuckled.  Guess I caught him by surprise!

Once there, we found that it was an all you can eat type place with a huge
buffet offering everything from salad to dessert.  We all dug in with a
vengeance.  Finally sated (after three desserts each for the boys and two
for Bill and myself) we headed back to the hotel.  It was still only 8 PM,
much too early for bed, and I needed to work off that huge dinner.  Bill
handed the boys a $10 bill and they headed off to play video games in the
small arcade, while we went to the bar.

There was some college football game on the big screen TV in the crowded
bar as Bill and I got our drinks and sat at a secluded table.  We drank in
companionable silence for a bit, then bill started.

"I just wanted to explain about the boys," he began, taking a deep breath.
"My wife died about a year and a half ago.  Breast cancer."

"I'm sorry," I told him.  I could see that his grief was still fresh,
despite the length of time and I knew that he'd truly loved her.

"Thanks," he responded with a little smile.  "I went through a very bad
time after she passed.  If it wasn't for the boys, well, I don't know what
would've happened.  Anyway, the boys wanted to sleep in my bed at first and
I didn't have the heart to say no.  We cuddled for comfort, but along the
line it became something more.  One night I found myself with a hard on and
Jay-Jay's hands in my underwear.  I know, I know, I should've stopped him,
but it felt so good, and it'd been so long."

He paused for a moment, looked up, and saw my smile.  I was just imagining
him waking up with the little scamp's hands around his hard dick.

"Anyway, it wasn't long before the boys stopped wearing clothes around the
house, and of course Jimmy wanted to play too.  They'd gotten into the
Nifty Archive by then too, and that gave them ideas that they just had to
try out for themselves."

I smiled again, wanting to try out a few of those ideas myself.

"So that's why I didn't get too upset at the way you looked at the boys.
Don't bother denying it, it takes one to know one!"

We both laughed at that, then we ordered another round of drinks and
continued talking.

"You do know you've really made a connection with Jimmy.  He's ready to
have your love child if you asked him to."

"I know," I replied soberly.  "You have to know I'd never hurt him. . ."

Bill put his hand on my arm.  "If I thought you would, we wouldn't be
having this conversation.  I also think you've fallen for him just as
big-time as he's fallen for you."  Bill gave me a sharp look.

"You're right there.  He's captured my heart, that's for sure!  He's just
such a great kid, so smart, funny, and by God sexy!  You've done a great
job by yourself."

"Thanks," he replied.  "I have to ask this, but you don't have any diseases
I need to know about, do you?"

"Nope," I replied.  "In fact, the last time I had sex was in High School.
Prom night."

Bill looked a bit shocked at that.  "I've always been attracted to young
boys," I continued, "But I've never felt right about doing anything about
it.  For a long time I felt guilty and hated myself for it.  Then I got
onto the Internet, and well, met others like myself.  Chatting helped,
believe it or not, convince me I wasn't such a deviant."

Bill looked thoughtful.  "I think we might have chatted on the Net.  Is
your nick Jeffy?"

I was shocked, realizing that we had indeed chatted.  "You're Bil99?"

He nodded, grinning, then we both indulged in another round of laughter.
We'd been chat biddies for some time, chatting occasionally, always
enjoying it.  What a small world!  By now it was approaching 10 and to tell
the truth we were both more than a bit tanked and decided to go back to the
room, where the boys were no doubt waiting for us.

They were.  In fact, they were both waiting for us and completely nude,
watching some movie on TV.  They looked so damn cute I wanted to ravish
them both on the spot!  Bill and I went in and sat down with the boys.
Jimmy promptly plopped himself nakedly down on my lap, while Jay-Jay did
the same to Bill.

"They're wasted!"  Jimmy laughed, smelling my breath.  Both he and Jay-Jay
giggled.

"I beg your pardon," I said, tickling Jimmy, "I'm only half wasted!"  Jimmy
squirmed on my lap, delighted at the tickling.  I think he just loved any
physical contact.  In his squirming his face came close to mine, so I took
the opportunity to close in for a kiss.  As our lips met the sweet scent of
a boy literally overwhelmed me.  This was way more intoxicating than the
booze I'd drunk earlier!

Jimmy, not being the shy type, threw his arms around my neck and leaned
into the kiss hard.  I was unprepared for his sexual aggression and could
only hang on for dear life as Jimmy pressed the kiss home and our tongues
danced with each other like crazy.  I explored every bit of his mouth as
out tongues slithered wetly against each other for some timeless time.
Finally we separated, a thin rope of drool still joining our mouths.  We
backed off a bit, panting.  Bill and Jay-Jay were staring at us,
spellbound.  Maybe it was the booze, but I found that I really didn't mind
the audience.  I picked Jimmy up and carried him into the bedroom.
Strangely enough, I didn't even notice not having my stick.

I plopped Jimmy on the bed, intending to devour his lovely body, when he
tugged at my belt.

"C'mon, get naked!"  I was more then willing to comply.  Just as soon as my
underwear came off, Jimmy, having his own agenda, pounced on my dick,
licking it all over then sucking it into his hot, wet, velvety mouth before
I could do anything about it.  Oh shit but he was good!  His tongue toyed
with my piss slit while his smooth little hands worked on my balls.  His
teeth never once made contact with my dick.  I was in heaven as the boy
sucked like a Hoover, intent on making me come.  I tried to pry him off,
but he wasn't having any.

"Jimmy, baby, back off a little, you'll make me come in your mouth," I told
him.  He just sucked harder.  I lay back, knowing that short of physically
prying him off of me, there was no way he'd stop until I came.  I touched
Jimmy everywhere I could reach, stroking his head and neck, underarms and
nipples, gently tweaking the latter.  I was trying to hold back with every
ounce of my strength, but losing the battle as Jimmy's mouth continued to
suction my throbbing dick.

Finally, I could hold back no longer.  I tensed, feeling my balls boil,
then my dick twitched madly as I began to flood Jimmy's mouth.  He
swallowed like a champ as I yelled out loud with the intensity of my
climax.  It seemed like I'd never stop shooting as I saw stars and the
ground literally shook under me.  Finally, I came back to myself as Jimmy
gently nursed on my softening cock.  I had to resist the urge to roll over
and go to sleep.

When I had recovered enough from my titanic orgasm, Jimmy gave me a deep,
hungry, slightly cummy kiss.  I found that I didn't mind the taste as our
tongues once again intertwined.  Determined to have my way with him, I
rolled him over onto his back and began to tickle his ribs.  He giggled,
trying to stop me, when I quit tickling and began to lick his chest, gently
nipping his nipples (pardon the pun).  I couldn't believe how good and
fresh he tasted as I swirled my tongue around his left nipple, sucking it
into my mouth.  Then I did something I've always wanted to do.  I forced
Jimmy's arm up over his head, exposing his tender, white underarm, which I
began to lick with long strokes of my tongue, as if I was a cat washing
him.  Jimmy squawked and tried to pull his arm down, but I held it in place
as I began to lick his entire underarm.  It tasted as warm and soft as I'd
always imagined!  Coming up for air, I noticed that Jimmy had stopped
struggling and had now put both arms above his head, inviting me to do his
other underarm, which I gladly did.  I was in heaven!

I kissed and licked my way down his wonderful, smooth body until I got to
his bellybutton, which I licked, making Jimmy giggle.  He had the cutest
little outie!  As I got down to his crotch, I took the time to gently
stroke and examine his little soldier, which was presently standing at full
attention.  It was so smooth, so perfect, with it's little pink head!
Jimmy convulsed in his first orgasm as I stroked his glans with my
fingertip.  Talk about a short fuse!  His little dick remained rock hard
(ah youth!) even after his dry orgasm, so I licked his hairless pubes until
he calmed down, then I licked his beautiful boy-dick like it was the
world's tastiest Popsicle before popping it into my mouth to give a good
sucking.  Jimmy writhed and moaned on the bed, making incoherent sounds as
I stepped up my oral attack and his dick twitched wildly in my mouth as he
had yet another dry orgasm.  He collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating.

I wasn't through with him yet.  Letting his dick go, I sucked both of his
balls into my mouth, getting yet another moan out of him, then worked my
way down to his cute little boyhole.  Jimmy helpfully spread his legs for
me to give me greater access, and for the first time in my life I gazed on
a boy's pink, perfect hole.  However, it wasn't the puckered little hole I
expected.  It was open and round, definitely the butthole of a boy who'd
taken it up the ass often.  Now I knew how deep Bill's love for them really
ran.  I licked around his hole, making Jimmy flinch in anticipation, then,
unable to resist, began to tongue fuck the boy, jabbing my tongue in and
out as fast as I could, causing him to orgasm once again.

I found that my dick was once again hard, so I maneuvered us into 69
position (a bit of a task given the differences in our heights) and once
again found heaven sucking on my lover-boy's perfect little dick.  I really
took my time working it with my tongue and lips while working a finger up
his not so virgin ass.  Finally, we both convulsed in orgasm once again.  I
was totally spent!  My final task of the night was to spoon Jimmy's
unresponsive form into mine and lean over to turn off the light.  Both of
us sank into an exhausted, satisfied sleep.

The next morning I woke up in the nicest possible way: in bed with a naked
boy!  As I was awakened by urgent demands of my bladder to be emptied, I
slowly became aware of the small, smooth, warm form snuggled against me.  I
peered down at Jimmy sleeping peacefully in the morning light and thought
that I could stay in that position forever if not for the fact that I'd
shortly pee all over the bed.  I gently extracted myself from his sleeping
form and limped off to the bathroom, where I proceeded to take a
world-record wizz.  When I was finally empty, I brushed by teeth (morning
breath, bleh!), went back and climbed back into the warm bed behind my boy,
gently stroking his back.  He stirred, not quite waking.

The enormity of what I'd done the night before came flooding back to
me. I'd actually made love to a boy.  Sure, there hadn't been any
intercourse involved, but it was lovemaking nonetheless.  Was what I'd done
right?  Jimmy had, to be sure, been not only a willing but an eager
participant, but still did that make it right?  Had I inadvertently brought
harm to this wonderful kid?  The thoughts just ran through my brain as I
got more and more uncomfortable about what we'd done.

Just then Jimmy stirred, rolling over onto his back, the covers sliding off
of his beautiful, nude form.  He looked like some priceless porcelain
sculpture lying there, all red hair and white and tanned skin.  I just had
to smile as I noticed that Little Jimmy was already up and standing at
attention!  I just couldn't resist reaching out with one finger and
stroking the silky smooth, warm head and shaft.  I could feel a thrill
shiver run up Jimmy's still-sleeping form.  My doubts about the morality of
what we'd done retreated to the back of my brain and hovered back there,
like a vulture waiting to pounce.

I stroked my hand gently over his smooth, lightly muscled chest.  He felt
so soft and warm, so alive!  Jimmy couldn't quite help the little smile
that came to his lips; the little booger was awake!  I continued to stroke,
teasing him, until I got to his smooth armpit, which I stroked lightly with
a fingertip, tickling him.  He tried to keep a straight face, but he lost
the battle as he broke up, giggling and thrashing around on the bed, until
he cried "Uncle!" and sprinted to the bathroom to pee.

I looked over to the other bed, only to find Bill and Jay-Jay, um,
involved.  That is, I assume that they were.  I could only see Bill's head
above the covers, as well as the lump that I assumed was Jay-Jay under the
covers in the vicinity of Bill's crotch, moving up and down.  Abruptly, I
realized that Jay-Jay had decided to wake up his dad with a good-morning
blowjob.  The kid was totally shameless!

Jimmy got back from peeing and got into bed, lying on top of me.  His
slight form wasn't a burden at all as he gazed into my eyes from a distance
of about one inch.  Apparently he found whatever he was looking for,
because he began to kiss my face all over, pausing only to stick his tongue
out and lick where he'd just kissed.  Ewwwww, talk about dragon-breath!  I
sent him off to the bathroom to brush.  He retaliated by bending over,
mooning me, then spreading his cheeks to give me a nice long look at his
pink little hole.  If I didn't have a hard on before, I sure had one now!

My little devil/angel (depending on the moment) returned from the bathroom
with minty fresh breath, which he put to good use in kissing me.  I sighed
as our tongues intertwined and Jimmy pressed his smooth, tight little body
against mine.  I could feel his little boner poking me in the side.  I
fended him off with difficulty.

"Whoa kiddo, hold on a second, I want to talk to you," I told him.  He kept
trying to stick his tongue in my mouth.  Finally, I was able to gat a
secure hold on my amorous little octopus.

My doubts from the night before were back in spades.  "I'm not sure what we
did last night was right, or fair to you," I told him.

"Huh?  Whaddya mean, I wanted to, as much as you did," he informed me.

I had to smile.  "I know baby, but..."  How could I explain to him what I
didn't quite understand myself?  "I'm in a position of power, because I'm
an adult and you're a kid, not to mention the fact that I'm a teacher at a
school where you're a student."

Jimmy made a face and gave me a raspberry.  I think I knew where he stood
on the subject.

"I mean, what if I graded you in school based on your having sex with me?
What would happen then?"

"I'd get the best grade in the history of the school!  An A+++++," Jimmy
said, laughing.  What a little goofball!

"Kids are conditioned to do what adults tell them to, I mean, it's an
uneven relationship no matter how..."

Jimmy gave me his very best "Are You Nuts?" look.  "First of all," he
explained loftily," we're not there yet.  Which means I'm not a student yet
and you're not a teacher yet."  I opened my mouth, then shut it again.  He
did have a point.  "And second of all, I didn't do anything because you
said it, I did it because I love you, and I wanted to do it.  And I wanna
do it again!"

What a special, not to mention smart, boy!  What had I ever done to deserve
such love?

I just held Jimmy close, amazed at how much I loved this boy after knowing
him less than 24 hours.  I'd never believed in love at first glance, but I
almost believed it now.  We were rudely interrupted by Jimmy's stomach,
which gurgled loudly, demanding some breakfast.  We both broke up at that.

Jay-Jay and Bill were just lying together, cuddling, so I assumed that
they'd finished whatever they were doing.  When I inquired about breakfast,
I was met with a chorus of, "Waffle House!  Waffle House!" from the boys.
It seemed that our breakfast plans had been made, so we ambled off to the
nearest Waffle House to chow down on tons of waffles and syrup.  The boys
used enough syrup to be on a sugar high the rest of the day!

After stuffing ourselves shamelessly, we went back to our suite, where I
booted up my laptop and began to look for a good way around the snarled
traffic nightmare that was I-95.  I saw on the news that the tanker trucks
had finally burned themselves out and now the firefighters were waiting for
the molten mess to cool down enough to begin repair work on both the
roadway and the bridge.  I went to every traffic site that I could think
of, and quite a few I found on Google, as well as calling the traffic
number on my cell phone, and they all seemed to agree on one thing: stay
off the roads!  It seemed that everyone was doing the same thing I was,
except that they were doing it in their cars.  There were major jams all
over the place, again!  After about an hour and a half, I was forced to
conclude that we'd probably be better off staying put for another day while
people came to their senses and (hopefully) the authorities would be able
to get some sort of temporary bridge in place.  Swearing like a sailor, I
shut down my computer and rubbed my eyes.

Suddenly, I had a lap full of squirming boy!  A lapful of giggling,
squirming Jay-Jay to be exact.  Apparently he wanted to play too!  Getting
into the spirit of things I tickled his ribs mercilessly until he was
begging me to stop, so of course I began to tickle his feet instead,
sending him into further gales of hysterical laughter.  The soles of his
feet were thickly calloused, evidence of his going without shoes for most
of the summer, whereas Jimmy's were nice and soft.  Finally Jay-Jay sat on
my lap, panting and with a good case of the hiccups.  I reached under his
shirt and began to caress his soft, warm skin, gently pinching and playing
with his nipples.  I could feel his heart speed up and his breathing
quicken as the boy began to get excited.  He began to squirm on my lap.

Jimmy and Bill wandered in and inquired as to how my traffic search went.
Both of them were perfectly at ease with the fact that I had Jay-Jay on my
lap and my hands under his shirt.

"Wonderful," I told them, "as long as you want to sit in traffic for five
or six hours at a minimum.  I don't know about you guys, but with the heat
up to 90 already, I don't think that's a great idea.  I think our best bet
is to just stay put for another day and see if things clear out by
tomorrow."

Jimmy smiled, no doubt thinking of all the fun we could have (OK, so was I,
so sue me) and Bill looked rueful, no doubt thinking that he'd have to call
out on Monday.  We all agreed that we should stay put.  The boys, of
course, immediately announced that they were bored.

"Hmmm," I told them, still caressing Jay-Jay's warm, soft skin, "I think I
saw a mini-golf place on the way back from dinner last night.  You guys up
for it?"

I was met with a chorus of cheers.  It seemed that they were indeed up for
it.  We all went back out into the oppressive heat and piled into the car.
We found the place without too much trouble.  It was like the world's
coolest putt-putt course with batting cages, a driving range, full pro
shop, and 36 of the toughest holes you've ever seen for a mini-golf course.
No windmills or giraffes here!  We all had great fun, especially the boys.
They also loved it when Bill or I went into the rocks, or any of the
numerous water hazards on the course.  Of course we got the just as much
amusement out of it when THEY went into the hazards!  We played 18, had
lunch (hamburgers, hot dogs and of course milkshakes) then played another
18.  By this time it was the hottest part of the day and we were all
dripping.  That is, Bill and the boys were; I was about to spontaneously
combust!

We all agreed to head back to the hotel and the pool, which had never
seemed more inviting than it did now.  I swear it must have been 100 out!
Bill and I guzzled ice water and sat in the indoor portion of the huge pool
while the boys played nearby.  They'd found some new friends a little older
than they were and were currently playing a spirited game of pool tag.  The
older boys looked to be 12 and 13 or so respectively, and were very cute. I
was pretty sure that Jay-Jay grabbed the older one's dick underwater from
the surprised squawk that the older boy let out.  Soon, Bill and I decided
that a nice power nap was just the thing before getting ready for dinner,
so we repaired back to our suite, telling the boys to play nice and not to
be too long.  They said they would, and wouldn't, respectively, but
Jay-Jay's naughty grin put me in doubt of that!

"God, they really keep you on your toes, don't they?"

"They do that," Bill responded, "they do that!  You do know that both of
them are totally in love with you, don't you?"

"Me?"  I was shocked.  I mean sure, I'd fallen for the little rascals, but
I had no idea they felt that way about me.

"I have to confess, I'm feeling a little guilty," I told him.

"Why?"  I could tell that Bill was a bit surprised at this admission.

"It's hard to put into words, but I can't help but feel that I've taken
advantage of Jimmy somehow.  I mean, I know, he wanted to and all, but..."

Bill then surprised me then by laughing, long and loud.  Finally he ran
down and wiped his eyes, still chuckling.

"You think way to much," he informed me.  "Do you seriously think that the
boys would do anything they didn't really want to, or that I'd let ANYONE
take advantage of them?"

"Well, no," I replied, somewhat sheepishly.

"Believe me, they're working on their own agenda, especially Jimmy.  He saw
the way you looked at him and had his eye on you right from the start.  And
Jay-Jay, don't even get me started on how much that boy wants you!"

My heart sped up at this.  I wanted Jay-Jay too, in the worst (not to
mention the best and EVERY) way, but was a bit hesitant to do too much with
him.

"Besides," Bill went on, "you'll get over it fast at Amherst.  My boys tell
me that it hasn't changed too much since I was there in the 70's, so
believe me you're in for an adventure!"  With that somewhat cryptic
statement Bill turned over, facing away from me and I was left to ponder
what he'd said as I drifted off to sleep.

After what seemed like only a minute, I woke up out of a very sound sleep.
You know, when you wake up and you feel like you've gotten a really good
nap?  That's the way I felt as I stretched, yawned, and felt the warm,
Jay-Jay shaped lump cuddled against my back.  I rolled over, taking the
soundly sleeping boy in my arms.  He stirred a bit, then sighed and dropped
right back off to dreamland.  Pillowed against me, I cold feel how warm and
soft he felt, not to mention his little woody pressed against my stomach.
Didn't that thing ever go down?  Ah, youth!  I began to caress Jay-Jay
gently, not wanting to wake him quite yet, when he abruptly turned over
onto his back and began to snore these cute little-boy snores.  I had full
access to his sleeping body as I played with his nipples, then moved down
and began stroking his little throbber with one finger.  It was small,
slim, hard as could be, and absolutely perfect.  Underneath, tucked in
tight to his body, were his two little jellybeans inside their silky soft,
hairless little pouch.  I rolled them around in my hand, gently squeezing,
marveling at how soft and warm they were.  I glanced up and say Jay-Jay
looking down at me, smiling.

The little faker!  How long had he been awake?  I played with his balls as
he grinned even wider and spread his legs, giving me full access to his
smooth, tight little body.  I grinned right back as I took his dicklet and
balls into my mouth, sucking and tonguing like crazy.  I felt like I wanted
to gobble him right up from head to toe!  As I sucked I moved my hands up
on his body, touching and feeling everything I could reach, until I got to
his nipples.  I caressed and played with them until they were nice and
perky; I got a great reaction from Jay-Jay; he moaned and began to squirm
on the bed.  Releasing his spit-slick dickie and balls, I began to follow
the prominent line of raised flesh that led from his balls to his butthole.
He was especially sensitive there, as his increased squirms testified to.
Finally, I got down to his cute little butthole.  Looking at it, so pink,
so clean, so open, I realized that this was a boy-pussy, not a butthole!

I'd always dreamed of doing this!  Rather experimentally, I licked around
his clean little boyhole.  I wasn't too sure what to expect, but it didn't
taste or smell dirty.  Actually, it tasted rather clean and definitely
yummy.  Encouraged, I licked harder, riming Jay-Jay for all I was worth.
He'd stopped squirming around and was now just lying on the bed on his
back, arms and legs spread wide, panting.  Taking the plunge, I licked
right on his hole.  Jay-Jay jumped and his hole spasmed open and closed.  I
began to tongue out his hole, putting a little pressure behind my tongue,
when his hole suddenly opened and I found myself tongue-fucking the boy.
This was heaven!  I went in and out, in and out, until his hole was
lubricated with my spit, then backed off and quickly inserted my middle
finger.  It slid in easily all the way.  After a little searching I found
his prostate, which I began to stroke gently, then I inserted a second
finger.  Jay-Jay was in heaven, and so was I!  I just couldn't resist
sucking on his delicious dick and balls as I fingered his prostate
non-stop.  Jay-Jay rode my fingers to three titanic dry orgasms, then
collapsed on the bed, spent.  Somewhere along the line my own dick had
exploded all over the sheets.

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by Bill and Jimmy, who were standing
next to the bed, applauding.  Damn, my first standing ovation!  Actually
they were both giving me a double standing ovation, if you know what I
mean.

"Yeah, yeah," I told the pair of grinning loons, "I'm glad you enjoyed the
show.  Try the veal!"

I grabbed Jay-Jay by the hand and took him off to the bathroom, to pee and
clean up.  He seemed to be running on autopilot as I tenderly ran the
washcloth over his beautiful skin.  We quickly cleaned up, then we all
headed out to find some dinner.  The clerk at the front desk recommended
this Mongolian Grill place, so we tried it, and was it ever good!  They
cook it right there for you, and it's all you can eat.  The boys made like
bottomless pits (OK, so did Bill and I) as we all stuffed ourselves.
Afterward, we went for another round of miniature golf, then out to this
hand-made ice cream place we'd passed, JoAnn's.

"I want jimmies on mine," Jay-Jay told us with a sly glance at his Jimmy.
It was obvious that he enjoyed tweaking his big bro every now and then.  In
case you don't know, jimmies are the multicolored sprinkles that kids like
on ice cream.

"I just want one Jimmy with mine," I told them, giving the aforementioned
boy a sly look.  Bill and Jay-Jay hooted with laughter, while Jimmy blushed
an incredible shade of red.

I laughed, hugging Jimmy close.  "He's so pretty when he does that, don't
you think?"  This, of course, caused Jimmy to blush even more as he
suddenly found something fascinating in the bottom of his milkshake.

It was full dark out now, and still as hot as hell.  We went back to the
hotel, where Bill and I, as per our now normal routine, repaired to the bar
for a few beers (I was staying away from the hard stuff tonight since I
hoped the highway would be open in the morning) while the boys hit the
video arcade.  It was amazing, but I felt as close to these guys as I had
to anyone in my life.  I was almost sorry to see our little interlude end,
but we did have to get going soon.  Bill and I mainly talked about the boys
until they came back, happy and a bit tired.  Come to think of it, I was a
bit on the tired side too.  Maybe I'd done too much physical activity
recently.

It was about 10:30 when the boys showed up, all gamed out.  They were
drooping a bit, but giggling, poking each other and looking at me.  Uh oh,
I detected some sort of plan being hatched here.

We all went back to our suite, which now showed evidence that boys resided
there.  There were socks on the floor, and one of Jay-Jay's shirts draped
over a lampshade.  The boys immediately stripped down to their shorts in
the air-conditioning, as did Bill and I.  The cool air felt like heaven!
We all plopped down in the den to watch some movie on cable and to relax,
when Jimmy plopped himself right down on my lap.  Talk about a boy moment!
The indefinable scent of an active boy wafted into my nostrils, heady and
rich.  Jimmy melted against me as I ran my fingers through his wonderful
red hair.  He smiled at me, a relaxed, happy, lazy smile, and I smiled
right back at him.  We settled down to watch the movie.

That's when the ultimate boy moment in my life happened.  Jimmy looked at
me, sighed, burrowed his face into my chest hairs and promptly went to
sleep.  God!  He was so trusting, so special.  I just held him on my lap as
my right arm gradually fell asleep and my eyelids grew heavy.  Finally,
Bill was standing in front of me with Jay-Jay leaning against him,
obviously running on autopilot.

"Here, let's put these little monsters to bed," he told me.  With his help
we got the boys on their feet, brushed their teeth, and rolled them into
bed.  I spooned in behind Jimmy and snuggled close.  I felt like I could
stay here with these guys forever!

My next recollection was looking at the bright morning sunlight slanting in
through the window.  I looked at the clock (which we'd forgotten to set the
night before).  It was almost ten-thirty!  Time to get up and get going.  I
roused Bill, and together we got the kids up and showered.  There was no
time for any fun as we packed our stuff up after seeing on the news that
I-95 was open again.  We made a stop at Waffle House for breakfast checked
out, and hit the road.  Jimmy wanted to ride with me, which Bill readily
agreed to.  He was wearing loose shorts, sport sandals, and a green tank
top that showed off his slim body and freckled shoulders.  I had to use all
my willpower to keep my eyes on the road instead of my boy.  He settled
right down with his book as I drove.  Every so often we'd look at each
other and smile.  There was still a big traffic jam, but at least it was
moving.

We had about six hours of driving before reaching Amherst, including a stop
for lunch.  Bill and I coordinated meeting up at Sizzler for a leisurely
lunch at their all you can eat salad (translation, every food known to
mankind) bar.  Jimmy then rode with Bill for the rest of the trip, leaving
me feeling very alone and a bit apprehensive about what I was getting into.
Bill stayed right behind me as we traveled in convoy the whole long way.

Finally, we pulled up to the gates of Amherst Academy.  We were there!