Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 15:11:52 +1200 (NZST)
From: arthur carkkek <artcart101@yahoo.co.nz>
Subject: bills boy/adult youth

				BILL'S BOY

				By Arthur



Authors Note:

	Well hello readers, it's been a long time since my last posting
	But due to many factors, it could not be avoided. I hope that this
	new short tale will make up for the long delay and that you will all
	forgive my tardiness.
	If I have to repeat all the usual warnings about age and things then
	you shouldn't be in here reading all this stuff.
	Just remeber that the stories I produce are fictional and are copyright
	to me so be a good lad and respect them.
	The author maybe contacted at  artcart101@yahoo.com



The day was, as usual for early Autumn, cold and overcast with a stiff
Southerly wind blowing that cut through you like a knife through soft
butter. The temptation to stay wrapped warmly up in bed was overpowering
and the feeling of lethargy just added to the lack of desire to move from
the warm haven of a comfortable bed.

Unemployed by choice, Bill Statten lay watching the grey misty clouds race
past his tightly closed window, the seeping warmth of the interior heating
system kept the house at a nice steady 20 degrees celcius while the rain
and wind ravaged those unfortunate enough to have to go out in it.

Bill was not wealthy like some, but, to his mind he was satisfactorly self
sufficient in the monetary department and lacked nothing for his own
comfort save one small item, company. Not any company, but the company of a
particular type of person, or in his case a teen type of person and the
male gender was the only other prerequisite. Bill liked mid teen boys, old
enough to be legal and young enough too be healthy virile fun.

For a man in his early Forties, Bill was still ruggerdly good looking and
although his personal preference was as a bottom it did not detract from
his almost straight looks and actions. To Bill it was the feeling of
someone inside him that gave the most satisfaction and when the occassion
took him he could also perform as a top, but this happened rarely, just
like his sex life.

Bill was not an abstainer, far from it, it was just that he was very
particular about whom he slept with and this limited his choices to the
extent that his bed was not filled very often.

His favourite pastime had mostly been window shopping as his few friends
called it, sitting in the mall or park and watching the youths walking
about while he ran various scenarios through his mind about being with one
or the other that took his fancy. While in most day to day dealings, Bill
could be assertive and blunt to the point of showing arrogance, when it
came to chatting to young guys he became withdrawn and defensive to the
point of fear.

His home was a two bedroom town house on the edge of the city center where
he had the best oppotunity too watch all the talent amble past on its
different errands or appointments, the fact that not more than 100 meters
away was an all boys highschool had also helped Bill to make up his mind to
purchase the town house.

His rough estimate was that there were something close to six hundred boys
enrolled there and at even the minimum odds, there had too be some of them
that prefered male company, if they prefered older male company was another
thing and Bill would never have the courage to go and ask them anyhow. It
was the sights and thoughts that delighted him on a fine day as he watched
all the boys leaving at 3.15pm sharp in a cacophony of shouting and rough
house play.

Finally, at 10.30am, Bill decided he had been lazy enough and rose from the
comfort of his bed to put on the morning coffee while he had his morning
shower and thought of the lost day it would be because he could not take
his usual chair out onto the balcony too watch the afternoon parade of
vibrant young flesh as it left the school gates this afternoon.

His home was on the first floor and was close enough to the street to be
able to get a clear and uninterupted view of the daily parade, only the
habit of todays young men of wearing loose baggy clothes limited his daily
enjoyment and, as often happened, he would gaze at the boys as they sloped
along with their baggy trousers hanging off their slender hips while he
waited for the unexpected too happen and see some poor hapless teens pants
fall to the ground and show off his boxers underneath, a fantasy that
brought many a smile to his lips.

As he showered, Bill heard the heavier rata-tat-tat of approaching hail
stones that threw him into an even deeper gloom, all the boys would have
made arrangements to be picked up by parents or friends on a day like this
so even his anticipation of a dimly seen figure in the rain was now also a
dim prospect.

Drying off in front of the large bathroom mirror, Bill gave out an
exasperated and over emphasized sigh of the long suffering, shrugged his
shoulders, smiled at himself in the mirror and donned his fleecey robe to
go to the kitchen for his coffee.

The grey dullness of the day did not penetrate Bills house, only his
thoughts remained in sinc with the outside weather, the brightness of the
stainless steel and shiney white tiles of the kitchen were a temporary
relief from the outside influences of Mr. Weatherman.

By 11.30am, Bill was seated in front of his computer doing the daily
accounts, paying what bills need to be paid and checking his current online
bank account, all normal routine for him each day. He was dressed in his
usual stay at home clothes, form fitting tee shirt that showed a well
maintained body, and skin tight spandex cycling shorts. Bill didn't cycle,
he just liked the close feel and fit of the spandex and as no one visited
him very often, he could indulge his small fetish. His manhood was
respectable although not outsized and the front pouch kept him nice and
comfortably contained.

The added advantage of the spandex was, that should on the odd occassion,
Bill spot one boy that was exceptional, the spandex gave him room to grow
without the restriction of normal tight pants, after all, who was there to
see him on those odd moments of self satisfaction.

After having a smile at the small rise in his share portfolio, Bill clicked
over to his favourite archives to do a little self indulgent reading to
occupy his fruitless day, the saddness of not seeing his private parade of
young flesh eliciting another heartfelt sigh as he waited for the menu page
too appear.

It was only a sudden increase in the traffic noise outside that made Bill
aware that it was afternoon, he had been enthralled by the story posted by
a new author and had not noticed the time slipping away into mid
afternoon. Bill looked up from his screen, shrugged his shoulders in
resignation and went back to the story, maybe tomorrow will be fine and he
would see his personal parade again then.

Bill finished reading the story and was happy that at last a new author had
appeared with a good story line interwoven with a little sex that blended
well with the intent of the characters, he placed the authors name on his
list of those to be watched and settled back into his chair, the clock on
the wall chimed out its four strokes and Bill wondered what he should do
for the rest of the day. Stay in and cook, go out and dine, watch a movie,
watch TV, have a solo drink, go to a bar for company, decisions, decisions,
a sharp rap on his front door brought him out of his reverie.

'Now who the hell could that be on a day like today' he thought to himself,
almost wearily, he rose from the chair and went to the front door to answer
his own question. The last of the heat created in his groin by the story,
left him, as he made his way to the now persistant knocking.

Bill threw open the door and with a small hiss of his breath, looked at the
young teen standing there, well he was more of the drowned rat variety of
teen as he stood with his right hand raised to repeat the knocking, a pool
of water was settling around his feet as it ran off his sodden school
uniform, shaggy brown hair hung in wet tendrils around his face and
shoulders, his deep green eyes had a begging look about them as he stared
up at Bill standing before him.

"Excuse me Sir, I'm sorry to bother you, my names Peter Rice, I've seen you
sitting on the balcony most days when we get out of school and I was hoping
you could help me?"

Wild thoughts about how he would like to help this teen, rushed in a mad
cap race through Bills mind but, instead he said.

"What's the trouble Peter Rice?"

"It's my Father Sir, he was meant to pick me up after school today but must
have forgotten, my cell phone is flat and the public phone on the street is
out of order, would I be able to use your phone to call him, please?"

Bill almost blushed as he felt his nether regions react to the youth
standing before him and hoped the boy would not notice as he turned quickly
and invited the boy to go ahead and use the phone in the hallway.

Not hearing the boy move, Bill looked back over his shoulder to see where
he was, the boy was still standing at the door a look of hesitancy in his
lurid green eyes.

"What's the matter, Peter Rice?" Bill let a small smile flit over his face
as the boy looked startled.

"Well I'm all wet and, ahm, I'll drip all over your floor."

"Don't worry about it Peter Rice, just come on in, it's only water."

"Well maybe I can take my shoes and sox off, if you had a spare towel to
wrap around me so my clothes won't drip everywhere."

"Ok, you take off your shoes and sox and I'll get a towel for you."

Bill left the boy kneeling on the floor loosening his laces while he went
to get a bath towel for him. Taking a warm dry towel off the heated rack in
the bathroom, Bill returned to the hall where he came to a sudden, gape
mouthed stop as he saw Peter Rice standing in the hall naked except for a
pair of pale blue tight fitting boxers that clung to his slim frame from
the soaking they had recieved as he waited in the rain for his Father.

The boy stood there with his hands clasped protectively over his hidden
assest, his clothes a wet, shapeless pile on the floor at his feet, he was
shaking from the wet and cold as he looked beggingly at the towel in Bills
hands.

With a small start, Bill shook off the image before him and with a shaking
hand, offered it to the boy.

"Here you are Peter Rice, wrap this around you and warm up a bit, the
phones over there, If you want me I'll be in that room over there, just
call if there's anything else."

With a stuttering brought on by the cold, Peter answered.

"Th..Thankyou, Sir."

"Bill."

"Uh?"

"My name, It's Bill, Bill Statten."

"Oh, yeah, thanks Mr. Statten, I won't be long on the phone."

"It's Ok Peter Rice, take all the time you need, there's no hurry."

"Uhm, Mr. Statten?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you call me Peter Rice all the time?"

"Just an old joke of mine Peter, there is that Better?"

"Yes thank you Mr. Statten, Peter's fine."

"Ok, go make your call, I'll be inside when your'e all done."

"Thanks again Mr. Statten."

Bill smiled at him and turned to go back to the lounge come office, the
thought of what was now hidden under the too big towel bringing a shiver of
delight to his dreary day. As he sat in front of the computer, Bill could
hear Peter on the phone as he talked with his father about being picked up
from school, five minutes later there was a soft cough at the door which
made Bill turn in his chair.

"All sorted out Peter?"

"Well sort of Mr. Statten."

"Then why so glum?"

"I could only get Dads secretary, she said he has gone away for business
for ten days, he left this morning and didn't tell me about it. I'll have
to find some other way to get home."

"What about calling your Mother?"

"I..I don't have a Mother, there's only Dad and I."

"Ok, well then where do you live?"

Peter gave him the name of his suburb, it was about fourty minutes away and
it would soon be rush hour, if it hadn't started already.

"Ok Peter, I can drive you home, it's not a problem, but, we have to do
something about your clothes. Rush hour is starting about now, are you
happy to stay here for an hour or so while I put your clothes in the dryer
for you, we can't have you walking out of here dressed like that."

Bill gave the boy a kind smile and was returned with the same.

"I'm sorry to be such a pain Mr. Statten."

"You're not a pain Peter, it's just one of those things that happens from
time to time, we all have days like that, besides, you've brightened up my
day so it's not all bad. Now, I'll have to see if I can find something for
you too wear while your clothes are drying."

Peter let a soft blush run over his face as Bill looked him over from head
to foot.

"Uhm, I don't think I've got anything in your size Peter, but if you don't
mind some over large sizes then you should be ok."

"Ah.. Mr. Statten, what about those kind of pants you wear, they stretch to
all sizes don't they?"

"Yes, yes they do, but..ahh, won't they be a bit tight for you?"

"No that's ok, they look comfortable and with a tee shirt they should be
ok."

"Ok then, you grab your clothes and put them in that room over there for me
to put in the dryer and I'll see what I can find for you."

When Bill returned, Peter was still standing in the center of the room with
the towel draped over his shoulders and tightly clasped in the front by one
slender long fingered hand, at that moment Bill noticed that his feet were
almost a mirror image of his hands, the toes long and slender but well
formed, they suited the boy nicely. he handed the thin spandex shorts and a
tee shirt to the boy, who took them with his free hand and turned his back
to put them on, it was then that Bill noticed that, whereas before he could
just see the bottoms of the boxer legs showing from beneath the oversized
towel, now there was no sign of them, raging thoughts ran through his mind
of what the boy would look like in those skin tight spandex.

Peter turned his back and somehow managed to keep the towel draped on his
shoulders as he bent forward with the shorts to put them on, as he did so,
Bill caught a very brief glimpse of the boys upper thighs with just a hint
of pale cheek above them. All to soon the boy was straightening up and,
after wrapping the towel around his waist, pulled on the oversized tee
shirt, then, with a slightly red face, turned to face Bill as he unwrapped
the towel to hand it back.

For the second time in an hour, Bills breath caught in his throat as he saw
the boy again, the teeshirt was baggy and hung low over the shorts but, not
enough to hide the outline of the boys small head as it lay down his inner
thigh and, quite respectable it looked as well. The shorts clung to the
nicely developed thighs and flexed as the boy moved his feet to hand back
the towel.

"Thank you Mr. Statten."

"Call me Bill please Peter, you make me feel so damn old with the Mr."

"Sorry Bill, thanks."

"Ok Peter, you find a seat somewhere and I'll go put your clothes in the
dryer, by the time they're ready the traffic should have thinned down a bit
and I'll take you home."

"Thanks again Bill."

"It's ok Peter, no problem."

Bill turned to the laundry room and placed all of Peters clothes inside and
turned it on, as he returned to the lounge, Bill started as he saw Peter
sitting in a lounge chair with his eyes glued to the computer screen.

'Shit' thought Bill, 'the bloody desktop picture'. It was a picture of a
young teen boy in swimming togs, laying on a sun drenched beach with the
outline of a half erection showing plainly through the whiteness of the
speedoes. Bill moved quickly to shut down the computer as he blushed a
little at his thoughtlessness. with as much aplomb as he could muster, Bill
turned to Peter.

"Sorry about that Peter. Now how about telling me a bit about yourself
while we wait, oh, sorry would you like something to eat and a hot drink,
you must still be frozen after getting soaked like that."

"I don't want to be a bother Bill, but a hot drink would be nice."

"Ok, you wait here and I'll go make one, won't be long."

On his return with two large mugs of hot chocolate, Bill noticed that Peter
had a small dusting of freckles on the bridge of his nose which gave a
slight pixie look to his young features, the boy was leaning back in the
chair with his legs spread full length before him, the slender head still
just showing below the edge of his tee shirt. I was difficult for Bill too
keep his eyes of the slender boy and his attributes.

"Here you go Peter, try this on for size, should warm you up a bit, I've
got some toast on as well, you must be hungry after all the excitment?"

"Thanks Bill, are you sure it's not too much trouble?"

"None at all, besides, it's all underway now and won't be long."

Bill went and turned on the Tv for them to watch, he liked to keep abreast
of the latest news and it gave him a chance to sureptitiously glance across
at the boy in the other chair. A soft ring from the kitchen told him his
toasties were ready and he left the sight of Peter stretched out
conmfortably to go and fetch them. On his return, he handed Peter one of
the toasties and sat with his own to munch as the news went on.

The usual spate of wet weather road accidents had closed the motorway and
it would be that way for another three hours. Looking over at the boy, Bill
noticed that the toastie had already disappeared and Peter was licking his
fingers almost seductively, an instant heat filled his groin as he watched
the actions of the boy.

As the dryer dinged with the end of it's cycle, Bill looked over again at
Peter.

"Well your clothes are dry but it looks by the news, as though it could be
a while before the motorway will be clear, you still look hungry, do you
want too go out and have some dinner with me while we wait for the roads to
clear?"

"That'd be neat Bill, but, ahm, I don't have enough money for dinner."

"Don't worry about it, my treat ok? you pick the place and I'll get your
clothes for you too change into."

"Ahm, Bill?"

"Yes Peter?"

A look of embarrassment came over the boys face as he looked down at the
floor.

"Is there anywhere we can go dressed like this, I don't want to put on that
uniform to go out too eat."

"Well yes, there's Wilco's, the food's not great but, there's plenty of it
and you can dress however you like, I'll go and look for a jacket for you,
it's still cold out, even if the car does have a heater, we'll still have
to walk through the rain to get inside the restaurant."

A smile flittered over Peters face and Bill wasn't sure, but the boy seemed
to give a small wriggle of his butt as he sat there, spandex did that too
you, the silken feeling was hard to give up once you got the bug for it.

Bill pulled out two bomber jackets for them both then made his way back to
the lounge where the boy waited for him.

"Here you go Peter, try that on, might be a touch big but no one will
notice."

Peter slipped on the jacket and zipped up the front, it looked good on him
although the tail of the tee shirt spoilt the view a little.

"That looks good Peter, you ready? let's go and eat."

As they passed the hall mirror, Peter stopped to look at himself, then,
with a blushing smile, he looked at the way Bill was dressed, and with a
certain shyness, lifted the jacket until he could tuck the tail of the
shirt into the top of the shorts, for the third time that day, Bills jaw
dropped as the full glory of the boys assests were revealed under the tight
spandex, and very nice they were too. Bill would be able to have many good
and fulfilling dreams on that one glimpse of boyhood.

The restaurant manager was at the door as they entered, looking at Peter,
he turned to Bill.

"Hello Mr. Statten, I didn;t know you had a son, this's not the sort of
weather for running, I've got a warm table at the back for you if you want
it?"

"Thanks, John, yes that'd be good and, this is not my son, just a good
friend of the family, got caught in the rain and we can't get onto the
motorway for a while so I thought we could grab a bite while we waited."

"Ahh, I see, well come this way and I'll show you to the table."

Once they were seated the manager asked Bill if he would have his usual
carafe of wine and when Bill asked Peter what he would like to drink, he
said.

"Wine would be ok Bill, Dad lets me have a glass with dinner."

"Ok, John, that'd be fine with two glasses."

The Manager left them too look over the menu's while he got the wine for
them. When he returned with the wine he asked if they were ready to order,
Bill told him he would have his usual pepper steak and Peter ordered a
hamburger.

"That's not enough for you Peter, here let me order for you ok?"

"I don't want to be a pain for you Bill."

"Don't worry Peter, you're not a pain, in fact it's great to have company
for a meal. John, could Peter have two deluxe burgers with all the
trimmings and two side salads with an extra plate of scallop potatoes?"

"Certainly Mr. Statten, half an hour ok? we're a little busy with this
weather like it is."

"Half an hour is perfect John."

The manager left them and Bill turned to his young guest who was watching
him from underneath lowered brows.

"Something wrong Peter? did I order the wrong thing for you?"

"No, no, it sounds great, I just feel as though I'm being a pain in the ass
for you."

Bills temptation to make a joke at that stage about having such a
delightful pain in his ass, was subdued by his better judgement so he told
Peter that he was grateful for his company as he didn't have a lot of
friends and Peter had made his day well worthwhile.

The resulting blush more than paid for the boys dinner and Bill smiled at
him with an intimate friendliness that seemed to make the boy more and more
comfortable with the current arrangement.  After they had drunk half of the
first glass of wine, Bill looked over at Peter and noticed a worried look
on his face.

"Are you Ok. Peter?"

"Yes Bill, why?"

"You look worried about something, that's all."

Peters head lifted and with a straight forward look in his deep green eyes
he began to speak.

"Can I tell you something Bill?"

"Sure, anything you like Peter."

"I..Well..I wish you were my Dad."

"Well thank you Peter, but I'm sure your Dad loves you a lot and would do
anything for you."

All of a sudden a violent streak came into the boys tone.

"No he doesn't, he blames me for my Mothers death, always has, he's never
home, do you know, I never see him for more than two or three days at a
time, and then, it's only as he leaves for work or some other meeting. He
barely talks to me and as for going on holliday together, we never
have. I've never been to his office or to any of the places he goes to for
his vacation.  I'm just something he has to put up with because the law
says so. When I go home tonight there will be the dinner in the fridge to
be heated in the microwave that the house keeper leaves before I get
home. Bill, do you know, I have never had a friend stay over, nore a
birthday party at home or any party for that matter. He just gives me the
house to stay in and that's that. Out of sight, out of mind for him. I've
got school friends but none of them are really close, just guys I know
during school, they never invite me to their place or to their games
because of who my Dad is. I'm sick of it Bill, I'm nearly sixteen and I'm
alone, girls tell me they can't see me because their Dads might lose their
jobs if my Dad finds out, boys are the same. It's all shit Bill, do you
know that you're the first guy that's been nice to me in over five years."

The intensity of the boys words almost floored Bill as he sat stunned by
the outpouring of this delectable teen boy in front of him.

"Peter, I don't know what to say, are you sure your dad is like that?"

In a sudden fit of temper, Peter rose from his chair and almost screamed
out.

"NO, ARE YOU JUST LIKE THE OTHERS, THEY DON'T BELIEVE ME EITHER."

As the boy turned to run from the table, Bill saw desperation in his face
and knew he had to take charge immediately.

"PETER, sit down now."

The boy glared at Bill then with a look of resignation, collapsed into his
chair.

"That's better Peter, Now young man, take a deep breath and tell me all
about it, take your time and I'll listen without interuption, you need
someone to hear you, that's obvious, I'm here and I'll listen."

For the next hour, Bill listened without interuption as the boy poured out
his heart, the first carafe emptied and their food stood cold on the table
as the boy talked of his loneliness and rejection by his only parent and
the lack of friends, instantly Bill understood that loneliness.  The
empathy between the two grew as the boys story unfolded. No one too come
home too, no one to tell his triumphs too or to patch his wounded ego when
things went wrong. it became evident to Bill that this boy was on the verge
of committing the ultimate sin for a teen boy, suicide.

Ignoring the others diners in the restaurant, Bill left his seat and went
around to the boys side of the table and, with no hesitation, wrapped an
arm over the boys shoulder as the heart felt sobs reverberated from him.

The Manager had quietly pulled a screen around the table and refilled the
carafe after taking away the now cold meal, his understanding had been
welcomed by Bill as the boy shed his pent up tears into the first shoulder
that would listen to him. An unbreakable bond grew from those tears as Bill
held the boys close and soothed his battered ego.

Twenty minutes passed before the wracking sobs subsided and the boy began
to settle down, Bill clung to him as his anchor as the boys slender body
shook less and less as the outpouring of his fears abated under the warm
and gentle hands of the first person to really listen to his life of
nothingness.

A few minutes more and Peter was looking up at Bill with a youths guilt
written all over his face.

"I..I."

"Don't say anything Peter, I truly understand now, do you still want to eat
or do you want to go home?"

"Can we eat then go home?"

"Anything you want Peter."

"Then we eat and drink, then back to your home."

"My home?"

"Yes, your home, there's nothing at mine, but there is at yours."

"What's at my place that's not at yours, Peter?"

"You."

"Sorry?"

"You're at your place, I'm going to sleep with you, tonight and tomorrow
night and for as many nights as you will have me."

"Peter, do you realise what you're saying?"

"Come on Bill, I'm nearly sixteen, I know, I know, sixteen is the legal age
of consent but, if you don't tell them then I'm sure not. I reached puberty
at just over twelve years of age, early starter I guess, You're the first
person that wanted to listen to me, I want you to be the first and only
person to teach me about the good stuff after puberty."

"You realise that I'm a man, Peter?"

"Yes, a gay man, that's what I want, Bill, I'm not into girls, never have
been, I want a mature man to teach me, to hold me, to make things better
when I have a bad day, kids and girls can't do that, you can, that's it. I
dont want and am not looking for a Father figure, shit Bill, my Father is
not much of a figure in my mind, I want a real man to hold me and make me
feel safe and let me do all the good stuff gay guys do together. For a long
time I've watched you looking at the guys when they left school from your
balcony, you don't know how many times I wanted to come up there and be
with you. Does this sound soppy to you Bill?"

"No Peter, it sounds as though you have given this a lot of thought and are
truly aware of yourself, if that's what you want, then I would be honoured
to have you as my partner, for better or worse."

"Thanks Bill, now, can we eat, I'm starved and I need to build up my
strength just in case."

Bill smiled then got up and removed the screen, once that was done he
signalled John to bring their meal. John came over and in a soft voice told
Bill that the chef was cooking a fresh meal for them both and with a huge
smile looked over at Peter then said to him.

"Mr. Peter, I hope you enjoy your meal with us and if I may say so, I will
always have the utmost admiration for you, you are welcome in this
restaurant any time."

Peters blush was almost as bright as the local lighting until he looked up
at the smiling and understanding face of his friend, and now hopefully
more, Bill.

When the meal arrived, Bill noticed that the usual average steak had been
replaced with a large cut of tenderloin, the pepper sauce was thick and
rich with fresh cream, Peters two deluxe burgers were served one to a plate
instead of the normal two on one plate, they were huge and a lot of extra
effort had gone into there production. Peters eyes opened until they looked
like saucers, the huge meal before him was gigantic, he looked up at Bill
and a smile as wide as the door came over his face.

"These are special, aren't they Bill?"

"Yes, special burgers for a special young man, John must like you."

"He's nice, the way he knew to put that screen up and it made me feel more
private, it was nice of him."

They began to eat and as the carafe lowered a little something struck Bill
as a thunderstorm.

"Peter?"

"Yes?"

"Your dad, is he, David Rice?"

"Yes, do you know him?"

"Not directly but I know of him."

"Why?"

"You'll find in life Peter, that the most vital and important thing to have
at your disposal is, infomation. If in the likely event that your Dad finds
out about us, it's a good idea to have a little info on him as well, you
need help and I want to give it to you, if your Dad decides to interfere
then we can be in for quite a battle if I'm not prepared, that's all."

Peter answered around a mouthful of burger.

"Oh, ok."

When the meal was finished, Peter looked across at Bill with a self
satisfied look on his young face. In a soto stage voice he asked Bill.

"Bill, would you be upset if I wanted to do it too you?"

Bill smiled at the frankeness of the new young man in his life.

"Peter, I would want nothing else."

The emerging smile radiated around the boys face.

"Maybe one day you could try to do it to me as well, but not yet, I think
it would hurt too much."

"It's fine by me Peter, we will do it your way until you think you want to
try something else, ok?"

"Oh great, I've been so hard all night since I changed my clothes, I can't
get it to go down.  Put your leg on my chair and feel it."

"While the temptation is great Peter, I don't think it's a good idea in
here, can you wait till we get home?"

"Only if we can go now."

The seductive grin on the boys face said it all and Bills groin jumped to
attention as he signalled John to bring the bill for them. It was with a
shock when he saw John shake his head.  Bill left Peter at the table and
went over too John.

"What's the matter John, we just want to pay the bill and get off home."

"Nothings the matter Mr. Statten, there's no charge for tonights dinner."

"Why ever not John?"

"What you did for young Mr. Peter tonight, I should have done for my Tony,
but I was too busy to listen to him and we lost him in a very bad
way. Seeing you there tonight made me realise what I had done to the boy
and now his Mother rightly blames his passing on me. I'm only glad that
there are still people like you around to help when the rest of us are
blind."

Bill looked into the mans eyes and knew that there was nothing he could
say, instead he took the mans hand and, with a gentle shake, gave him a nod
of understanding.

As he approached the table where Peter still sat, the boy stood up slowly
and showed Bill what had been hidden all this time under the table, the
tight fit of the spandex left nothing to the immagination as the boy slowly
smiled and began to pull out the tee shirt to cover his most obvious charms
and what was the promise of a close knit night for the two of them.

"Peter?"

"Yes Bill?"

"Are you teasing me with your charms?"

"Yes Bill."

"Are you going to make good on them?"

"Oh most definately Bill, I'm sure they will be what you have dreamt of all
those days you sat and watched us boys go by."

"Teaser."

"Bill?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Tonight, will you give me a special love name, just for you and me?"

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get, Poppet."

"Poppet?"

"Yes, Poppet it in and leave it there."

"I like Poppet, and I'll sure try to live up to it, Bill?"

"Yes Poppet?"

"Will you really look after me?"

"As long as you want me too, Peter."

"Oh damn Bill."

"What's the matter Peter?"

"Already I'm only a Peter and I thought I was a Poppet."

"Never Poppet, you'll always be my own personal Poppet as long as you want
to be."

"Always?"

"Always and forever Poppet."

"Thank you Bill, tonight I'm going to bang you until you can't walk."

"Sounds good to me Poppet."

"You know I've never done any of this, don't you?"

"I gathered that Poppet, but it's easy, just follow your instincts and you
won't go wrong, remember,enjoy everything about it and you won't be
disappointed, Poppet."

"Bill?"

"Yes Poppet?"

"I like Poppet, thanks."

"I like Poppet too, specially when it's you."

When they got into the car, Peter turned to Bill and asked.

"Bill, can I lay down with my head on your lap?"

"Of course you can Poppet, I'd be honoured."

A quick thought flashed through Bills mind as the small head lay on his
lap, 'whoever said bench seats were out of fashion' as he stroked the soft
silken locks of the boy that was going to be his partner. It was the first
time that Bill had made a move of any kind other than that of comfort to
the boy, the feeling felt so right that he knew he would fight for this
Poppet of his, with everything at his command.

"Bill?"

The small voice was filled with a tenderness that Bill though he would
never hear.

"Yes Poppet?"

"I feel so safe now, will you always be here for me?"

"Always Poppet, whenever you need me, now or later, I'll be here for you."

A snuggling movement could be felt on his lap and then, Bill almost drove
off the road as a small set of teeth nipped at his inflamed organ as it sat
rigidly under the spandex. The little tiger was experimenting with his
teeth before the main event.

The sudden swerve of the car brought forth a small chuckle from the face
buried in Bills lap.

"Hey Poppet, that was too close for comfort."

His only answer was another small nip and a further chuckle. The driving
pain in Bills loins was becoming excruciating as the boy found his new
freedom to express himself and gurgled with delight when Bill jumped at the
unexpected.

Bills only thoughts were, 'please god, no red lights' as the Poppet of his
dreams continued his experimental jaunt with Bills loins.

Finally, Bill made it home and parked the car, with a feigned calousness he
grabbed his Poppet off the seat and curled him up in his arms to carry into
the house. Peters head instantly went onto his shoulder and snuggled in
close as though he would lose Bill if he didn't hold on tight.

The short climb to his first floor townhouse did not seem as long as it
used to be as Bill carried his bundle of joyful young muscle in his
arms. As soon as the front door was closed, Peter lifted his head from
Bills shoulder and, with an impish grin, lifted his face close to that of
Bill. The obvious askance was plain in his glowing face as Bill heard the
boys breath quicken.

"Show me how too kiss, Bill."

Bill smiled at the boys eagerness as he held him in his arms and, with a
tenderness that surprised even himself, Bill lowered his mouth onto that of
the boys. That first touch of lip to lip sent shock waves through both of
them, Bill clutched Peter closer as the boy tried to lift his head and lips
in an attempt to be devoured by the mature searching mouth surrounding his
own.

In the heat of their mutual passion, Peter had twisted himself around in
Bills strong arms until he was now full length body too body with the older
man, the crushing of the boys hips against Bill told him all he needed to
know about Peters desperation. The boy was giving the spandex a maximum
workout as he ground his narrow hips harder into Bills body.

With his tongue fully inside Peters mouth, Bill could taste the aftermath
of the mint gum the boy had chewed after dinner, the room about him had
receeded into nothingness as he searched every crevice of the boys sweet
and tender mouth. Fanally, after an eon of time, Peter gaspingly lifted his
mouth from that of Bill and said in a small childlike whisper.

"Bedroom, please."

How could Bill refuse the pleading look on his boys face, with no more
thought Bill carried his valuable live cargo towards his bedroom. Peter
snuggled his head onto Bills shoulder again and his heavy breathing, as
well as the hardness pressed against Bills body, told the older man that
the boy was ready to fulfill his new found needs.

Bill lowered Peter the few inches to the floor as they stood beside the
large bed, Peters face was flushed with excitment and desire, the tension
causing his lithe frame to tremble with anticipation as Bill took a step
back and looked at him.

The small number of freckles on the bridge of Peters nose appeared to stand
out more on his flushed face giving him more of a pixie look than it had
earlier. His green eyes now sparkled like deep emeralds as they projected
his inner desires to Bill.

Placing his slightly trembling hands on each of Peters hips, Bill began to
slowly lift the oversized tee shirt from the boys slender torso, Peter
trembled anew with each inch that the shirt rose, his torso, as it was
revealed so slowly, now had Bills breath coming in short pants as the
delight of Peter was uncovered. The tight black shorts were now pushed
outward at Peters groin as his boyhood tried to escape the confines of the
fabric.

Peter gave out with a soft sigh as the tee shirt was finally lifted from
his body revealing to Bill the true beauty of his young vibrant frame. The
shoulders were well formed and had the smoothness of youth, his upper chest
was in the middle stages of forming and the dark brown aerioles were more
pronounced than Bill would have thought on a boy Peters age, his dark
nipples were even now, large and bloated projecting out as though filled
with the milk of life and waiting for someone to place their lips over them
and drink the nectar from the boys willing fonts.

Bill let his hands run slowly over the hot and trembling body of Peter as
he inspected the perfection of his dreams before him. As he carressed the
tight nipples, Peters legs shook with emotion and nearly colapsed as the
sensation ran through his body, his eyes closed and his head hung backwards
as Bill tenderly massaged the brown nubs, then, with a light smoothness he
continued his searching quest of Peters naked torso with his hands.

The well formed, but not yet fully developed abs, rippled as his finger
tips ran over them and the strong smoothness of the boys hips shuddered as
Bill let his fingers mould to their shape, the feeling of the spandex
waistband was silken under the palms of his hands.

Bill pulled Peter closer as he held the boy by the hips, Peter again,
lifted his mouth for another kiss, his small pink tongue moistening his red
lips as he reached upwards. Bill felt the softness of Peters fingers
searching for the bottom of his own tee shirt, and, as he placed his mouth
over that of the boys, he felt Peter begin to remove his tee shirt in the
same slow manner as he had done.

The underlying strength of Peters fingers as they worked, could be felt by
Bill as they lifted the shirt higher until, with a feeling of loss, he had
to remove his lips from those of Peter and allow the boy too complete the
act of removal. Peter took a single step back and looked at the torso of
the man before him and, with a smile on his lips, revealed Bills other
small fetish.

"You've got no hair anywhere, why?"

Bill almost laughed at the perplexed look on the face before him.

"I like the feel of it, besides, hair is so overated by most men."

Peter ran his hands all over Bills torso and arms, the slinky smoothness
brought a smile of delight too his face.

"What about..well, down there?"

"Nothing."

"Really, and it feels good?"

"To me it does."

"Will you do it to me in the morning?"

"If you really want me too, I would love to do it for you."

"You've got a great body, it's not soft and flabby like a lot of older guys
get."

"Yes, I'm lucky to have a metabolism that keeps me reasonably slim without
having to work too hard on it."

The short conversation had done nothing too detract from the moment at
hand, in fact, it had now created a deeper need for Peter to be naked and
rubbing himself against the smoothness of the man he had decided was going
too be his.

Stepping forward, Peter leant against Bill and ground himself into the mans
groin.

"Can we now..?"

Smiling, Bill hooked his thumbs under the waist band of the tight shorts
and again slowly pulled them downwards, reavealing inch by inch the boys
hidden, although plain too see through the stretch fabric, assets. The
beginnings of a glory trail started to make its appearance in the form of a
light dusting of blondish threads, darkening into a light brown pubic bush
as the waistband lowered further.

Peters hardness was still trapped firmly down the tight right leg of the
shorts and so was revealed to Bills eyes, from the thick base to the full
length as the fabric slid down the firm thighs of Peters well formed
legs. When Bill had the shorts close to the revelation of Peters boyhood,
he stopped and knelt on the floor in front of the boy, the nicely thick
shaft bent almost painfully downward with only the glans now covered.

Two shaking hands clasped his shoulders as he ran his moist tongue down the
length of the revealed boyhood, eliciting a low groan from Peter as he
shook with anticipation at the next step in his process of education.

The smell was pure adolescent as Bill repeated the gesture while Peter
shook with the new sensation. The shaft was hard and steel like as Bills
tongue did its work, the viens stood out strong and full as the boys blood
pulsed through it and the primal smell of boy heat filled the room with its
heady, seductive aroma.

Peter was now in the throws of sexual bliss as the talented tongue worked
on his tender skin, his body shook with unimaginable feelings as Bill
finally lowered the shorts to allow the pulsing boyhood to spring free with
an energy that made it slap sharply up against the boys abdomen, the glans
were red and swollen with a coating of boy moisture freely running from the
open slit. Bill leant forward and licked the small drops of nectar from the
boys pulsing glans, bringing further groans of pleasure and pain that is
the forerunner of sexual delight.

Peter could stand the anticipation no long and began to fold towards the
floor, only the quick reactions of Bill as he scooped up the shaking boy,
saved Peter from collapsing on the floor in a jumbled mess of sensation and
pleasure.

Bill carried Peter to the bed and lay him down on his back, then, stood
over the boy and looked at the perfection of teen boyhood with a racing
heart, it was not only the body below him that had Bills pulse racing, it
was something deeper and more meaningful that seduced him as he tore at his
own shorts and lay down beside the glorious boy on the bed.

With a frantic desire, Peter turned on his side and rammed his body hard
against that of Bills, trying with all his youthful might too climb inside
the man now laying beside him. The heat emanting from them both, filled the
room as they both began to moan out their delight in each other, Bills from
at last finding a boy who was happy to be with him, Peter from the sheer
exuberance of his need and the delight in finding a man to hold him and
listen too his needs.

Bill revelled in the feeling of the silken pubic hair of Peter as it was
ground into his own smooth hairless groin, the boys hardness had gone past
demand and now had a mind of its own, thrusting and searching for a haven
to bury itself in, Bill was only too glad to provide the boyhood with the
place of its desire. Pulling Peter on top of his own heated body, Bill
spread his legs for the boy to work his way down between them, Peters shaft
now poking in an urgent and searching need as it slipped into the valley
below Bills full and aching testes.

Looking up at the boy now above him, Bill could see his young friends eyes
were blank and glazed as he endevoured to find a warm home for his enraged
boyhood until, with a wide open stare of surprise and shock, he found his
entrance and forcefully pushed inside the willing orofice that gripped him
with its own demand, surrounding Peter with a heat he had not known existed
in the human body. That one hard forceful thrust was all it took for the
overworked libido of the boy and, with a cry of ultimate pleasure and pain,
began to send pulsing contractions through the walls of Bills inner
sanctum, the feeling of the boys quick emissions also sent a warm wetness
over the smooth hairlessness of Bills abdomen.

As the gasping boy began to fall forward onto Bills torso, Bill quickly
reached out with both arms and clasped the small shaking butt cheeks
between his legs and pulled them closer to stop the boy from pulling out of
him. Peters shaft was still hard and tight but the sudden explosion had
made it now more pliable and Peter would soon recover enough to continue
with his mission of self satisfaction.

As Peters breathing calmed a little, he lifted his sweating, flushed face
to look down at Bills smiling understanding.

"I'm..I'm sorry Bill, I couldn't stop it, I wanted it too be so much better
than that. it was all so quick."

"Don't you go worrying about it Poppet, the first time is always like that,
you've still got plenty left inside you to do a nice long job soon."

As he finished speaking, Bill clamped tightly with his inner muscles and
sent a shiver of delight through the boy who responded with a sudden pelvic
push that told them both that the next time was not far away from
starting. Peter sighed and lay his still sweating face onto the smooth
chest below him as he began the slow movements with his burried shaft that
would bring about the next, and he hoped, longer version of desire.

As Peter began his slow manipulations, Bill reached behind his head and
removed one of the pillows and, with infinte care, placed it under his own
hips to give Peter a better angle on his slow deliberate thrusts of growing
pleasure.

Peter sighed out his pleasure at the new angle and was now starting to
experiment with his own angle and depth as he tried to keep his forward
movements to a deliberate and tantilising slow speed. The smooth thrusting
of the boy inside him began to bring small groans of pleasure to Bill as
Peters inexperienced but careful thrust, unknowingly began to hit his
prostate with the repeated exactness usually only found in someone with a
lot more experience than Peter. The feeling it brought Bill was beyond his
wildest expectations.

A sharp gleem in Peters eyes told Bill that this was not going to end
quickly, nore, was it going to be the only time tonight that Peter would be
making the same movements for them both.  At last it had happened, Bill had
found, or more likely, Peter had found, the combination of youth and older
experience that would make them both happy for a long time to come.



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