Date: Mon, 29 May 2006 00:14:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bizarre Circumstances III

Back at the house we elected to watch a movie, snuggled up on a long
leather sofa munching on popcorn and drinking sodas. In my bed afterwards
TC insisted that he be allowed to make me cum.

"I really love it when you do it to me Jess but I also like doing things to
you, sucking your cock and stuff." Well then. I could see no reason to deny
the boy his desire. By golly if he wanted to suck my cock then I was damn
sure gonna let him.  TC didn't wait for any acknowledgement from me but
simply slid down the bed until he was eye to eye with my cock; already rock
hard in anticipation of having the cute boy attached to it.

He stroked my cock, slowly, while his tongue went through the process of
cleaning the sticky residue of precum that leaked from the slit. Once the
head was cleaned he went about exploring every bit of the surface, letting
his tongue move over the satiny surface and along the soft ridge then onto
the sensitive flesh on the underside. I reveled in the feelings as my
fingers ruffled his newly styled hair then sighed loudly as the warmth of
his mouth enveloped me.

My hand seemed to move down across his shoulders and onto his back as he
suckled me, his head bobbing in a slow rhythm as he took a good third of my
hard cock into his mouth then backed off of it. His tongue explored me and
his saliva glands produced the thin lube that allowed him to move his head
easily back and forth while he brought my heat level up to the point of
explosion.

"God TC I'm cum really soon," I panted.  He took my cock from his mouth
long enough to say,

"Good," then took me back inside and began stroking me faster as he
attempted to take even more of me down his throat.

I erupted with force, pulse after liquid pulse of warm cum blasted into the
boy's mouth. He had let his head rest on my belly as his hand continued to
jack me off, encouraging my balls to keep on giving up the nectar of their
labors. Give it up they did, unloading what felt like a solid six jets of
sperm, before slowing into the oozing mode. Knowing how sensitive my cock
head would be, TC simply laid there, his head rising and falling with my
rapid breathing and convulsive jerks as I came. He continue to slowly
stroke me but kept his tongue idle, his cheeks and throat working in tandem
to move the warm liquid from his mouth down into his stomach.

I relaxed my body, allowing it to sink back into the mattress as my orgasm
ebbed and finally stopped.  TC gently removed my slowly wilting cock from
his mouth, softly kissed the still seeping head, and moved back up along
side of me.  Propped on one elbow, he looked down at me, smiled then kissed
me.

"How was that Jess?" he asked.

"It was fantastic," I told him sincerely as I reached for him and pulled
him down to kiss him some more. I reached down and grasped onto his stone
hard fourteen year old cock.

"Now it's your turn." He kissed me back.

"Uhuh, it's not always necessary for me to cum every time you do," he said,
mimicking my statement to him from earlier in the day. "Besides," he went
on," I came what, three times already today. I don't need to break any
records. Besides, I'm getting kinda tired." I'd forgotten that boy had
worked at least half the day, most likely the most he'd ever worked in his
life, although I didn't know that for a fact.

"Okay baby boy, let's just go to sleep then." He lay down and snuggled into
me, one arm draped across my chest and a leg thrown over my leg, his knee
just barely touching my balls.

"I like it when you call me your baby boy Jess," he said, his voice a
little muffled. I hugged him then relaxed. I lay there thinking on how the
day had gone, how things had played out with his mother, with Sarah
Houghton, how the house was coming along and what TC had said about Ed. I
was hoping it wouldn't come to a confrontation but knew that it would. I
only hoped that it wouldn't be taken to a dangerous level.

The first encounter happened the following Monday. The time in between had
been busy for both me and TC. I had a variety of business things to attend
to, one of which was a prior obligation that took me out of town overnight.
TC was a little bit concerned about it, one of those concerns being that he
wouldn't be able to stay in the house while I was gone and would have to go
home.

"Why would you think that baby boy?" I asked, pulling him into my arms and
holding him. The reasons were of course pretty typical ones; I didn't know
him that well, how did I know I could trust him, all sorts of things along
those lines. I went through them one at a time, all of which boiled down to
having full trust in him. The other concern was spending all that time
alone in such a huge house. All that time was mostly just overnight but I
could still understand his stress over it.

"How if I ask Kwan and his wife to stay the night; would that help?"  TC
had spent most of Thursday and Friday working with man and it appeared as
though the two had gotten along very well. Like the other men TC had worked
with, Kwan said that the boy was a quick learner. For his part TC said that
Kwan was an awesome guy and had enjoyed working with him. Kwan and his wife
had stayed the weekend at the house before when I was away and his wife was
the day person came in to help out with some of the day to day duties.
Sometimes she also managed to whip up a seven course Chinese meal, which
both she and Kwan helped to eat. I enjoyed the company of both of them and
I knew that Lin would be more than happy, along with Kwan, to stay the
night.

"Gosh, it almost sounds like I'm a baby doesn't it jess?" he asked. I
disagreed with him, explaining that it wasn't at all like that, adding that
the Chen's frequently stayed at the house and I was sure that they would be
more than happy to stay. He said that he'd feel better if someone else were
in the house and thanked me for thinking about him.

The construction crew was on a six day week as well, working to get the
carriage house completed so I could put the cars back in. I didn't relish
the idea of leaving three quarters of a million dollars worth of vehicles
sitting out on the driveway even though they were safe and the weather was
holding out just fine. The point was that TC would have plenty to occupy
his time all day Saturday until I returned early that evening.  It would
also be the first time that the boy slept in his own bed.

So it was that I returned home on Saturday evening in time for a wonderful
meal prepared by Lin which included a shrimp chow fan, hunks of roast pork,
green apple beef with bean pods, pork fried rice, vegetables stir fried
Szechwan style, almond chicken and for a dessert a traditional American
cherry torte. I was stuffed and Lin was delighted.  Afterwards we sat in
the morning room and drank coffee and chatted.

"You know Kwan, Lin, there's going to be quite a bit of room on the second
floor of the carriage house when we're finished. I was going to convert it
into a single apartment but decided to do two one bedroom units instead. I
would be honored if you two would consider moving into one of them." We had
talked about this before and they had seemed open to the idea but they
simply refused to live in the main house. It was one thing to spend the
night as quests, which took a great deal of convincing, but anything more
long term was out of the question. They were employees; it was as simple as
that for them.

"I know Mr. Kendall," Kwan (which was actually spelled Kuan) said in his
usual address. He had yet to call me by my first name. "We appreciate the
offer and perhaps when the remodeling is finished we can discuss it again.
It would be easier for us if we lived closer and perhaps Lin could even
have a garden, although I hate to impose on you in such a manner."

"No, no Kwan it's perfectly alright. I think a fresh vegetable garden would
be a wonderful thing. In fact I was going to talk to you about the idea of
perhaps leasing out small plots to people in the city who want to have
their own gardens. The thing though is that you know that I'm building a
two thousand square foot gym and dojo."

Kwan smiled, knowing full well that it was almost like a bribe to him.
Okay, bribe was too strong a word, how about bait. Kwan had been involved
in Chinese martial arts for most of life. Starting when he was four, Kwan
had studied a variety of style in his seventy three years of life,
including the one that I was belted in which gave me someone to practice
some of the two man sets with. I had watched him do a weapons set one day
using a garden rake instead of a traditional Chinese rake. It was
impressive; he was impressive and I learned from sparring with him that I
wouldn't want to have to defend myself in a serious confrontation with the
older man. Fuck he was fast.

"Yes Mr. Kendall I know. It is with interest that I am waiting to see how
it turns out." I knew he would be and I'd be a liar if I said that Kwan
hadn't figured into my plan although originally it had been more to give us
both a place to work out as he had very little space available to him.

TC paid close attention to the discussion and asked if one of us could
teach him some stuff. Kwan smiled and told the boy that he was already
teaching him things, TC just didn't know it. Much like Mr. Miyagi in the
Karate Kid, part of the way Kwan did things was about form or stretching. I
knew that, I'd watched Kwan for six years, and when he explained to TC what
he meant the boy's response was,

"Cool." We talked for a while longer before my guests elected to turn in.
They were both early risers and thus early to bed. After they'd left the
room TC was into my arms like a shot, first kissing me hard on the lips
then hugging me tightly. I responded in kind.

"I missed you Jess," he said with warmth and conviction. I'd missed him too
and told him so.

"Wanna go for a swim?" I asked him and got a vigorous nod in response. We
headed toward the pool, turning lights off as we went and detouring by the
front door to set the alarm. I had never had any prowlers that I was aware
of, the gate at the bottom of the driveway providing a pretty good
deterrent, but still, there were no reason to take chances. The entire
bottom floor was wired seven ways from Sunday. The second and third floor
rooms were pretty inaccessible to anyone but a die hard criminal but were
vulnerable to attack. I wasn't worried. The outside of the house as well as
the gate, front wall and various other places on the property were wired
for both audio and video but that's a whole nother story.

In the pool room I turned on only the pool lights, creating a nice soft hue
of light in the room. TC and I both stripped and dove in. We frolicked
about, I did some laps and TC dove, before we managed to come together
toward the shallow end. We stood there, embracing, and of course after a
kiss or two hands began roaming and shortly thereafter TC suggested that we
get out of the water.

"Sucking your cock underwater can't be all that much fun Jess," he told me.
I imagined not. We left the water and immediately went back into an embrace
that involved kissing as well as stroking, both of us rock hard and ready
to rock and roll. TC dropped to his knees first and took my chlorine coated
cock into his mouth and suckled me while he cupped my nuts and stroked my
cock. It didn't last too long however.

"Can we shower and dry off Jess, its sorta cold and the chlorine doesn't
taste very good." I nodded my head and took his hand. Two minutes later we
were under the spray; four minutes later in front of the huge drying system
and seven minutes later I was shutting off the lights as we'd gathered our
clothes and headed toward the library and thus the stairway to my room. I
got side tracked in the solarium however.

A large open space filled with tons of greenery as well as color, I'd had a
custom build lighting system installed. There were a variety of colored
lights placed strategically throughout the glass encased expanse of space
and a control panel that helped create a variety of moods. The one I really
liked and chose for that moment was one that changed the color schemes,
moving from one to the other very slowly and subtly so as not to distract,
the tinkling of a fountain in the corner adding to the ambiance.

I led TC to one of the Egyptian style lounge sofa's and gently directed him
into a sitting position and then lying down on the soft well padded
surface. Once on his back I went straight for his cock, the hardened shaft
raised slightly off of his flat belly and moving slightly with each beat of
his heart.  I held his rigid flesh in my hand for a moment, loving the feel
of it, the smooth texture of his skin and the warmth of his flesh. I
lowered my head and took him into my mouth, a loud gasp telling me how good
it felt.

I bobbed there for a good minute, sucking him while I slowly stroked his
cock. I took his cock from my mouth and nuzzled my lips against his soft
patch of pubic hair then did the same to the shaft of his cock.

"Can you get up here with me Jess?" he asked, "I'd like to suck on you and
stuff too."  The lounger wasn't really wide enough to do a side by side so
I hiked a leg over the thing and straddled it, keeping my feet flat on the
floor, my ass in the boys face. The time in the shower had allowed for a
cursory soaping so I knew that both of us had nice clean evacuation points.
The fit was a little tight so I put one knee up on the sofa along side TC's
shoulder which caused my balls to hang above his face like so much fruit.
His tongue and lips took immediate advantage of that fact.

As I returned to his boyhood charms, TC began licking at the underside of
my balls, moving the eggs with his tongue, exploring upward toward my hole
and for the very first time, licked me there. I loved rimming, loved being
rimmed, and the first touch of his tongue send a little jolt of electricity
through my body. When he continued there, discovering that he rather liked
it as well, I almost melted. It caused me to go after his stone hard six
plus inches of boy cock with a fury, Of course the more I suckled the more
he licked and slurped and he'd slipped a free hand up under me and jacking
me off at the same time.

I took his cock from my mouth, laid it against my face while I continued to
jack him off. "I'm gonna cum really fast baby," I told him as I rubbed his
hard flesh all over the side my face. From there I could see downward and I
watched his heavy balls rise and fall as the ebb and flow of his cock skin
caused them to move in tandem with my hand movement.

"Oh god TC, it's there, I'm there," I groaned out as I felt my balls churn
and begin giving up the fruits of their labor, the first of many jets
hitting me in the neck just under my chin. TC seemed to work even harder at
trying to get his tongue inside my hole causing ripples of ecstasy to roar
through my body with each spasm of my sperming. I felt his cock thicken in
my hand and then erupt, the first jet of warm young teenage sperm shooting
over my shoulder and landing on my back. I quickly placed my mouth over the
spurting pole and began swallowing his cum, the juices of his body pulsing
out into my eager mouth.

As always it was over too soon, heavy breathing being the only thing left.
We both slowed our stroking, both mouths removed themselves from each
other's flesh and we just stayed there for a good minute before I found the
energy to lift myself up from above him. I stood next to where he laid with
his eyes still closed; his torso covered in globs of my sperm, and
continued to stroke him for just a moment.

"That was fucking hot," he said as his lids opened and his gray eyes
focused on my face. "I really like licking you there Jess, I can't believe
how sexy it feels. I mean, I love it when you do that to me, I just never
guessed that it would be as much fun doing it to someone else." I nodded my
head and told him I agreed with him as I bent down and picked up my
underwear and cleaned my cum from his smooth body. He sat up after I was
finished, swinging his legs around and facing me, his cock still plenty
hard and jutting out from his body, the tip of the head still a little bit
shiny from the last of his oozing cum.

"Come cute boy, let's go upstairs," I said, reaching for his hand. Once on
his feet TC slipped into my arms and kissed me, running his hands up and
down my back. I returned the action, loving the feel of his smooth skin and
the bubbly orbs of his slender little butt. We broke apart and I shut the
lights off before we headed into the library and up the stairs to my room
where we fell into my bed. TC snuggled up to me, started to kiss me, then
back away and opened his mouth in a wide yawn.

"Gosh I'm more tired that I thought I'd be Jess," he said. I smiled and
kissed him tenderly.

"You're working hard baby boy so tired is good but you have tomorrow off.
Is there anything you'd like to do?" he thought about that for a moment.

"I'd kinda like to see my mom but I don't want to have to see Ed. Sometimes
he goes out with friends of his on the weekends so she might be home. She
might also be working cuz sometimes she works weekends just to be away from
him. I guess I could call her  and see what she's doin, maybe hook up with
her for a little bit." There was a slight sadness to his voice, the same
one that was present the first time that we'd talked.

"Okay TC, we can check it out in the morning, how's that?" He nodded his
head then snuggled back into me and was sound asleep in a matter of minutes
while I continued to lay there and dwell. I was considering a plan that
might liberate his mother but needed to gather a little more information
before making any suggestions to TC. I eventually drifted off to sleep and
didn't wake until six fifteen Sunday morning.

I padded downstairs and found the Chen's sitting in the breakfast area
drinking coffee. It had taken me a couple of visits to instill in them that
they were free to make coffee, to fix something to eat or whatever when
they woke up. There was no reason for them to wait around until I got up an
hour or so after them. I grabbed a mug and joined them and after a few
pleasantries Kwan said,

"You know Mr. Kendall what you said yesterday about maybe leasing out plots
of land for people to have their own gardens, Lin and I know many people
who would be interested in such a thing. I think that there might be
restaurants that would be interested as well." We continued the discussion
along those lines and I decided to talk to Sarah Houghton about it as the
outlying fields of her property were more suited to it than my more wooded
property was.

I was getting hungry and asked if they were interested in heading into the
city and going to Legends, a very well known and respected dim sum
restaurant. They both smiled but as Lin pointed out we should go soon as it
would be quite crowded by nine o'clock. I agreed and headed up stairs to
wake TC while Lin called the restaurant to have a table saved for us. It
helped that both she and Kwan had worked there not long after moving to our
area.

He looked so peaceful in sleep that I hated to wake him but I did and of
course he woke up with a smile. When I told him what we were doing he
climbed right out of bed and headed for the bathroom, his hard cock bobbing
as it pointed the way. While he went to his own room to change, I used the
facilities, changed, and we both headed downstairs where we met the Chen's
then headed out the front door.  We piled in the Bentley Arnage and headed
to breakfast.

At the restaurant Lin directed me to park in the owner's stall, his car
having been moved to accommodate mine, and we went inside to spend the next
hour eating the restaurant's delicious food. When the owner, Xiang Hou,
came out he greeted us warmly, addressing me by name and asking after my
health then Kwan engaged him in a conversation in Mandarin for a moment
then they switched to English.

The crux of the thing was that he was very interested in finding a place to
grow his own vegetables and herbs. The cost of such items was increasing
while the quality appeared to be going in the opposite direction, not to
mention that the places where people could do such things were being sold
to the god forsaken developers. Over and above that, he too knew many
people, restaurateurs as well as individuals who would be interested in
leasing plots anywhere from a small twenty square foot space of land to the
acre or so that he would require. Since it was only late May, there was
still time to plant and if I wanted he would be more than happy to inquire
around and see what kind of commitment might be garnered from people. I
gave him my phone number and he ended up giving us our meal, which as
always, was tastefully superb.

Back at the house I called Sarah and asked if I could drop in and see her
the following morning and of course was scolded for even asking, agreeing
to be there at eleven, on the dot. I talked with Kwan and Lin for another
hour or so and then they left, headed for home. It really would have been
easier if they lived closer.

TC had called his mother while I was seeing the Chen's off and had a rather
down look on his face when I went back into the house.

"My mom's working today and I sorta got into it with Ed on the phone. He
was giving me a ration of crap about whoring again and who was I with and
the whole thing. He actually threatened me Jess; he said I'm causing my mom
to worry and he was going to beat my ass."

"As long as you're with me you don't have anything to worry about, okay?
Would you like to go see your mom right now?" He nodded his head.  We took
the Bentley Continental GT mostly because I'd hoped that it would be
familiar to her. The fact that it was a hell of a lot of fun to drive had
nothing to do with it. TC was quiet during the thirty minute drive and I
allowed him his private time, electing to put a soft jazz station on and
let the music wash over us as it passed through one of the best stock sound
systems in any car at any price.

We pulled up in front of the Ramada Inn in a little less time than we had
earlier in the week and TC went inside. He came out a few minutes later and
waved me to come inside. When I reached him he said she was working in the
coffee shop and would I go with him. Didn't particularly want to, but I
did.

The place wasn't all that busy, being between the breakfast and lunch time
rushes, so we pretty much had our choice of booths but asked to take one
toward the back of the restaurant. His mother wasn't in sight so TC asked
the hostess if she would let his mother know that he was there. A few
moments later she came out through the swinging door of the kitchen, caught
our eye and headed toward us, a tired smile indicating that she was glad to
see her son.

The woman did not appear to have changed much since the last time I'd seen
her although her makeup was a little heavier. I figured that was due to the
fact that she had more customer interaction in the restaurant than as a
maid. As it turned out there was more to it than that.

"You remember Jess," TC said after receiving a kiss and light hug from his
mother. She nodded her head then returned her gaze to TC. Because I was
sitting across from her I noticed what seemed to be a slight bruise on her
cheek, the color of her blush making a feeble attempt to cover it. I
noticed smaller bruises on her upper forearm, the kind that might be made
from being gripped hard there. I felt my blood start to do a slow boil.

"How are you doing mom?" TC asked. "I talked to Ed this morning and he said
that you were having problems because I was gone." She heaved a sigh and
shook her head a little bit.

"No sweetie, I'm not. Ed is though. I miss having you around but I know
that you're living better where you're at instead of at home so I guess I'm
sad about that, the fact that you're safer away from home than in it."
She turned toward me and expressed her gratitude for helping her son out;
that he deserved much more than what she was able to provide. I felt a bit
like I was eavesdropping as mother and son chatted but it became clear that
they loved each other deeply, they just didn't seem to have any way out of
the situation they were in.

Jackie had to get back to work but before she went I gave her my business
card and made sure that she understood that if there was anything at all
that I could do for her, she need only let me know. When she shook my hand
goodbye I felt a definite difference from the first time I'd met her; got a
sense of some internal strength of the woman, as opposed to the sense of
frailty and rejection that she presented.

TC was a little more animated on the trip home but not by a huge amount. He
thanked me for driving him into the city and of course I responded that I
was glad to do it.

"I just wish there was something I could do for her Jess, ya know? But
without Ed. Thing is I don't think she could make it on her own, she's
never been on her own really."

"Well, something could come up TC. You just never know." I said.

"Yeah, I guess," he responded without enthusiasm. Back at the house he
remained somewhat listless and when I asked if he wanted to go with me to
look over part of Sarah's property he declined, saying he was going to lie
down. We had gone upstairs so I could change into work type clothes, which
I did, and TC went to his own room. Back downstairs I jumped into the
Cushman and headed over to Sarah's.

About a hundred feet inside my front gate is a small dirt road that runs
through the woods to Sarah's property where a metal gate allows passage
through the fence line that separates our properties. The road crosses her
driveway where another metal gate allows access to continue on the little
dirt road. From that gate the road goes uphill so that within about a
hundred yards you're at least another hundred feet above the county road.
The trees and brush are thick enough that neither road is visible from the
other one. The road continues for about a quarter of a mile from the gate,
through the trees then comes to an open field about ten acres or so in
size, the open expanse being surrounded completely by forest with the
exception of the far back corner where a small river bordered a section her
property.

As history has it, this little plot had been home to cattle for a good
hundred years or more, first by my ancestors and then leased out by Sarah's
family and then Sarah. A hundred years of cow shit should provide very good
soil indeed. I drove the Cushman over the open acreage then down to the
river. Overall I thought the plan would work. It would require and outlay
of cash, that was for sure but I had some ideas on that as well. The rental
of the plots would provide some income but it would take a few years before
it would break even. However, I was sure that doing some active farming
would put the property into a more advantageous tax bracket. I needed to
look into that.

Back at the house two hours later I went to my library to makes some notes
and draw up what I envisioned the garden layout to look like. I found TC
curled up in an overstuffed chair reading from a collection of Sherlock
Holmes short stories. He got up as soon as I entered the room and came over
to give me a kiss and hug.

"I'm sorry if I'm bringing you down Jess," he said. "I'm just worried for
my mom and I miss her. I can't imagine what it's going to be like at the
end of the summer when I have to go back to living there full time."

I put my pen down and hugged him. I was quite prepared to put what I'd been
thinking about that situation out to the boy but then was as good a time as
any.

"Do you think she would leave Ed?"  He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. She doesn't make enough money to live on her own, at least
in something other than a dump I mean. I suppose there's welfare. We've
done that before but there's also Ed and his temper. I don't know how he
would react to that. I mean, I know how he'd react I just don't know what
he'd do, what he's capable of. Why?"

"Well," I answered, drawing the word out, "I've been sort of mulling over
in my head the possibility of her working for me, here at the house. Once
the area above the garage is finished there will be space so she could live
there as well. The big problem of course is; if she were to choose that,
what about you. What about you and me as lovers. How would you, or we,
justify your living in the house and her living in one of the apartments
above the garage? I don't expect any answers to those questions right this
moment but they are things that we would have to work out."

"Do you mean that Jess, that she could work for you and live here?" When I
nodded my head the boy all but crushed me in a hug. "Oh man would be so
awesome Jess. I know we could work the other stuff out and you know I want
to be your lover, I don't want that to change." He hugged me again and
since he was so up about it I didn't pose any of the previous or other
obvious questions. As it would turn out, the living arrangements wouldn't
be a problem at all, nor would our continuing to be lovers.

TC was in a jubilant mood the rest of the day and that night was a
veritable tiger in bed. It actually started in the game room after a couple
games of nine ball. He's pushed me up against the table and planted his
lips against mine in an almost crushing kiss while he rubbed at the front
of my pants. My arm went around his back in an involuntary reflex which
segued into a voluntary one that moved my hand down his back and onto his
glorious butt, fingers kneading, arm pulling him in tighter to me. We'd
both changed into shorts and t-shirts after dinner so the softer, more
pliable material made it easier for both of us the feel each others flesh.
It also made it easier for both of our cocks to stretch out to their full,
rigid length.

TC had taken the initiative with me in our last two sexual encounters. I
decided to go on the offense and as soon as we broke the kiss I quickly
bent down and scooped the light weight boy into my arms, turned around and
deposited him on the green felt top of my seventy five year old pool table,
TC giggling as I did so. I immediately bent down and engaged the cute young
teen in another kiss, mouth wide open and tongues dancing. My free hand
went to his belly, pulled the t-shirt up and rubbed on the taut muscle
before sliding down under the elastic waistband of his sport shorts and
underwear to take hold of his rock hard cock. I stroked him a time or two
but holding the fabric out of the way put unneeded pressure on my wrist and
hand.

I pulled out my hand as I broke the kiss, put both hands at the waistbands
of his clothing, lifted and pulled downward. TC lifted his slender butt
until I was clear then relaxed back on the table while I pulled the clothes
down to his ankles, allowing his knees to fall open. I then raised his t-
shirt to his neck and since I wasn't indicating that I wanted it off he
didn't rise up but just lay still. As soon as I had him peeled to where I
wanted him I dropped my own lower garments to my thighs. I didn't really
want him full naked. Sometimes it adds eroticism to have the object of your
sexual desire clothed.

TC was laying right at the edge of the table and my height gave him easy
access to rigid cock and tender balls. Needless to say he took immediate
advantage of his position and grasped onto me. Myself, I went for a nipple.
Well, my mouth did; my hand went lower and grasped onto his pulsing boy
boner, squeezing and stroking it, my hand positioned so that my thumb ran
back and forth up underneath the head, his precum helping to heighten the
sensitivity.

I lowered my head and flicked my tongue out across the brown nubbin three
or four times, encouraging it to firm up, which it did compliantly. Once it
was engorged I suckled him like a babe, my tongue continued to work the
little piece of sensitive flesh which elicited even more moans from its
owner. Once I finished nursing I began licking my way down his torso until
I reached his cock, turned my head and began licking all over the swollen
cap while my hand elected to cup, fondle and gently tug on his smooth
teenage boy balls. The moaning got louder; but not for long.

"Oh fuck Jess," was all he managed before he raised his ass off the table
and shot his warm cum into my mouth. As soon as I felt his cock thicken I
took another three inches of him into my mouth, transferred my hand to his
shaft and jacked him off, encouraging his young body to force each of the
six pulses of boy  sperm up out of his balls, through his cock and into my
body. I swallowed his liquid offering greedily, the viscous goo sliding
down my throat with ease.

As usual the fireworks were over soon, nothing left but the smoke of after
sperming body reactions; sensitivity and heaving panting. I gently pulled
my mouth off of him but allowed my lips to tighten across his head
eliciting a giggle. I turned and kissed him again, TC throwing his arms
around my neck and pulling my face tight against his.

"That was pretty intense," he said after breaking off the kiss. I agreed
with him, as did my own granite hard cock. I reached down behind his knees
and up under his neck and lifted him up off of the table and stood him on
the floor. I then got on one knee and grasped hold of his shorts and boxers
and began pulling them up, stopping at his still half hard cock. I couldn't
resist and took him into my mouth again and suckled briefly before
stopping.

"I was thinking about this thing would feel inside of me TC," I said,
swiping my tongue across the head one more time before pulling his clothes
up into place then standing up and pulling my clothes back where they
belonged.

"You mean fuck you Jess?" he asked as he did the finally readjusting of his
clothes as well as his dick. I nodded my head.

"I was sorta thinkin the same thing, having you fuck me I mean. I done it
once before with my friend and I really loved it, having his cock inside of
me. He was smaller than you are but I don't think it would be a problem, do
you?" I shook my head and told him that if we took our time and got him in
a fog of hotness that it probably wouldn't hurt, at least not too much.

"Let's to it Jess; let's go up stairs," he said eagerly then kissed me
again as if for encouragement. And I'm going to refuse when a cute young
teenage boy insists that I fuck him? I don't think so. We headed for the
stairs in the library and were in my bedroom in three minutes.

"Jess, could we, like, use my bedroom this time? I'd kinda like to, I
dunno, just make love in my room." I pulled him into my arms, kissed him
hard then grabbed the lube from my head board and took him by the hand and
headed for his room.

It didn't take a whole long time before we were both stripped naked and
rolling on the hundred fifty year old bed (new mattress) in TC's room. We
spent a good ten minutes; arms, hands, and mouths as busy as possible on as
many hot spots as possible. We ended up side by side head to foot each with
the other's rock hard cock in our mouths, sucking and licking the engorged
flesh. I reveled in the smell, the taste and the feel of him; a healthy
young teenage boy whose hormones were currently running rampant through his
firm young body.

TC finally broke contact stating that his mouth was getting sore so I
turned around and put us face to face and we went back to kissing while
each of us stroked the others cock. I rolled away from him, grabbed the
lube and coated the middle and index finger of one hand then rolled back
into TC's arms. The boy knew what was coming and put his feet flat on the
bed with his knees spread wide. I snuggled back in close to him, kissed his
lips then went to work on a nipple, suckling the small brown nubbin of
flesh while I mauled it with my tongue. At the other end my hand went
between his legs, the palm grazing past his smooth balls. I used my thumb
and ring finger to get my bearings then pry his cheeks apart. A momentary
nosing around with my middle finger located the puckered muscle of his hole
then slipped inside just as pretty as you please.

TC gasped out loud as I entered him, my finger slipping all the way inside
until the knuckles of my hand were pressed against his smooth flesh. I
adjusted my body, moving downward until his cock was within striking
distance of my mouth, opened wide and took the head inside. I began sucking
him as my finger started moving in and out of his ass, the tight muscle
gripping my finger as though to keep it entrapped. I allowed my finger to
explore the insides of his canal, finding his prostate and rubbing against
it which elicited even more gasps that were accompanied by moans.

I managed a rhythm, pushing my finger deep inside of him while I took his
cock deep into my mouth. Somewhere in there I managed to get a second
finger in side of him and moved them both in and out until I just stayed
inside of him and tickled the small nut of his prostate gland. It didn't
take long before his heat level was up and he was ready to go.

"Gosh Jess I'm gonna cum before you ever get your cock inside of me if you
keep that up," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. Those were
the words I was waiting for.  I gently slipped my fingers out of him,
grabbed the lube and slathered my cock then added more to my fingers which
I applied to TC's tight little hole. The boy watched me through half lidded
eyes and a slight smile on smooth face as I moved between his legs. He did
a little scootching down then pulled his legs back, opening himself to me,
and I knee walked in close, holding the end of my slippery cock down and
aimed for the target.

Once I was in close I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down across the
wrinkled muscle as few times, taking occasional stabs at pushing inside of
him before I finally stopped, held myself on the muscle and pushed. Of
course there was resistance but I persevered and finally my swollen cock
head slipped in past the tight ring of muscle. TC gasped and winced in pain
at the invasion of his most secret place and I stopped all movement in
order to give the boy time to adjust to me. After a good minute he
whispered for me to go ahead.

My vision alternated between watching his face and watching my cock
disappear inside the young teen's tight ass, both sights an absolute turn
on for me. I finally bottomed out, my pubic fuzz pushed against the pale
smooth flesh of TC's butt. I had put my hands on the underside of the boy's
thighs to hold his legs back so that he could relax so it was from that
position that I began the millennia old ritual of fucking a boy. Again, I
watched his face as well as my cock as it slid in and out of the tight
confines of TC' butt, the tightness of him causing my nerves to go all
tingly. I love fucking a boy, loved the feelings, the expressions that
crossed a boy's face as he went from pain to pleasure and hopefully
ecstasy.

TC's cock had lost some of its rigidity at my penetration but he regained
it rapidly and placed his hand around the thickened shaft and stroked in
tandem with my actions. He began moaning softly as I bottomed out inside of
him, soft sounds of pleasure.  I picked up speed, sensing that he was
approaching his climax and was soon driving into the boy, my balls whacking
against his flesh. I added some sideways motions as well, creating
different pressures for the both of us as we rose toward our orgasms.

"Oh god Jess, Oh god," he moaned, his eyes barely open due to the lust that
was roaring through his almost virginal young body. "Oh yes, fuck me Jess,
fuck me harder." His air was coming in gulps now and I knew that he was on
the verge of his sperming. I slammed into him, rammed my cock in as hard as
I could then stopped and just pushed as hard as I could, working to get
every possible millimeter of my cock inside the boy. And then he screamed.

"AAAiiiieeeeeee, ohgodohgodohgodohgod," he moaned out as his asshole
tightened on my cock, his stroking became a blur of motion and his cock
erupted. He raised his head to watch and got shot in the face, the glob of
his cum hitting just below his left eye. That did it for me. My own
churning balls let loose and the intense feelings of orgiastic bliss took
over my entire body. I felt my whole torso break out in goose bumps as my
cock thickened and sperm raced up the shaft and poured out into TC's
bowels.

"Ooooohh fuuuuuuck," was about all I could moan out as my body was wracked
in convulsions right along with TC. He let his head fall backwards as he
continued to jack off, white globs of goo landing all over his chest and
belly. I continued to fuck him, moving my ass around as much as possible,
trying to get as much of me inside of him as I could as jet after jet of my
juiced unloaded into him. As usual, it was all over way faster that I would
have liked.

I slowed down, moving gently in and out of the boy while my breathing
slowed. I watched, and felt, as TC's body convulsed in the aftermath of a
crashing orgasm, his young body slowly trying to return to normalcy. We
both stayed that way for a few minutes before TC said,

"Oh man Jess that was so totally awesome, I can't believe how that felt."
He reached up and wiped his cum from his face and wiped it on his torso
along with the rest of it.  I agreed with him as I let his legs down then
leaned forward slowly in order to kiss him.  He knew what I was doing and
raised up to meet me, both of us feeling my cock loose traction inside of
him and then in a quick squirt I came out completely.

"Ooohhh," he moaned and I knew that he was feeling the sense of loss. I lay
down on him, holding most of my weight off of him and kissed him, our
mouths open and tongues greeting each other, more like old friends than the
frenzied activity prior to orgasm. We stayed that way awhile before the cum
started to cool and TC said that it felt like he was leaking so I rolled
off of him and stood next to the bed, my hand extended to help him off the
bed.

"I think I might be falling in love with you Jess," TC said. We were lying
in bed after having taken a shower and cleaned up. We had just fallen away
from a nice little kiss and were looking into each other eye's from no more
than six inches away in the barely lighted room.

"I know baby," I said quietly, "I feel it too. I'm so happy that you've
come into my life and even though it's only been a few days it's like I
know you're suppose to be here, to be with me." We snuggled in to each
other and just held on, not tightly but just enough to offer reassurance
and that was how we fell asleep.


The next day I met Sarah at eleven and went over my idea about leasing out
part of the land for gardens, explaining that there was at least one
restaurant and possibly more who would be interested in leasing land. We
talked about the money part of it which she flatly stated she wanted no
part of because she simply didn't need it. Neither did I really but since
Sarah wasn't investing anything into the venture all funds would go into an
account under my name set up just for the project.

"On another note Jess," she said, changing subject, "I'm looking for
someone to come live here with me and handle the daily chores and cooking
and sort of just look after me.  Deidre gave me notice on Friday and will
be leaving in a couple of weeks. Would you mind too much if I asked you to
handle that for me? I'm afraid I'm just getting too old to have to deal
with such things." I told her that I would be honored, that I did have
someone in mind but regardless I would take care of it for her.

I took my leave of her after another twenty minutes of discussion on the
leasing issue, letting her know that I would be starting immediately, and
headed back to my house, my brain alive with ideas. As I crested the small
hill that opened onto my driveway I saw what looked like a heated argument
taking place and knew instinctively who it was and what it was about. I
jumped out of the Cushman almost before it had a chance to stop and walked
quickly over to where TC was arguing with a big man while Kwan stood a few
feet away along with Tony as well as a couple of workers.

"I said to get in the fucking truck right now or I'm going to beat your
fucking faggot ass," the big buy bellowed.

"Hold on there," I yelled as I approached the group and the big guy turned
toward me. "I'm Jess," I said as I approached with ten feet of the group,
"is there something I can help you with?" he looked me up and down, a sneer
on a face scarred from adolescent acne.

"You the queer my boy has been fucking?" he asked derisively.

"I'm not your fucking boy Ed," TC screamed out.

"Shut the fuck up boy," Ed said over his shoulder while not taking his eyes
off of me.

"Conversation's over" I said, my eyes boring into his, although his were a
good seven inches above the level of mine, "you can leave my property, now.
TC, go back to work please."

"The boy goes with me faggot," Ed said and took a step toward me. He only
got one. Kwan was there faster than I'd ever seen a man move, standing to
one side with the handle of his garden hoe extended in front of Ed like a
bar at a toll booth.

"Mr. Kendall say go, you go," the old man said without the least bit of
quaver in his voice. Ed made his second mistake of the afternoon, the first
being that he showed up on my property at all, although in retrospect it
was all for the best. The big man's left arm snaked out toward Kwan as
though to grab him. In a blur of motion Kwan swung the hoe handle up and
then back down across the side of the wrist that was headed toward his
sleeve. Before Ed could even react to the pain, Kwan spun around, twirling
the rake above his head and brought the handle across the side of the knee
that was closest to him in an audible crack causing the man to drop to that
knee. Ed had barely touched the ground when Kwan twirled the hoe in the
opposite direction, came back around and shot the handle forward and lodged
it in the soft crook at the base of Ed's throat. There wasn't any real
force to the strike, only enough to make the man think before did something
stupid, again.

"Mr. Kendall say go, you go," Kwan repeated, adding a little more pressure
to the wood at Ed's throat before retracting it just as rapidly as when he
placed it there and taking two steps backwards. Ed continued to kneel there
rubbing his wounded wrist. With his head still looking downward, the big
man angled his eyes upward and looked up at me and then Kwan and I knew
that it wasn't over. I also knew that he would rush one of us, launching
from the one foot was still flat on the ground. While I was sure that he
was thoroughly enraged at Kwan I was also sure that he would go for me,
assuming that I was a weak faggot.

When he launched I was ready for him. I spun away from him, out of the
reach of his grasp, and came back around in a full circle and slammed the
heel of my foot into his other knee as he went past me. This time he went
face down on the cobblestones. It's useless to go head to head with a large
and powerful man as Ed clearly was. The best bet is to disable them as
quickly as possible and for me anything from the knee down does the job.
It's really hard to fight if you can't stand.

I went over and squatted down close to him. "Still with us Ed?" I asked

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," he mumbled, turning his head toward me. I
reached down and jammed my thumb hard into the radial nerve at the high
point of his forearm.  Ed screamed in pain as well he should have. It hurts
like a whole bag of mother fuckers and numbs the entire arm.

"Here's the deal Ed. In a few minutes you're going to get up, get in your
truck, drive away and never come back." I turned to where TC was standing.
"TC, call you mother immediately, tell her what's happened and that I'm
offering her a job and a place to live if she wants it and if so we'll be
there to pick her up in thirty minutes" I turned back to Ed.

"So, if TC's mother chooses to stay with you and not accept my offer, so be
it. However, I've seen the bruises on her and I'm telling you here and now
that if you do it again, it will be the last time."

"Fuck you." He said, his voice reeling in pain. I reached over and clamped
down on the nerve bundle at his neck and shoulder and he screamed again.

"I can do this all day long Ed and it will only get worse. How about you
give me an answer that I can live with, Okay? It's over Ed; all of it. Do
you understand?" He mumbled something so I asked him again and the second
time I heard an audible "yes."

Tony had given the boy his cell phone to use so TC stood where he was,
called then hung up and handed the phone back to Tony then trotted over to
where Ed and I were; a smile on his face.

"She said yes. She accepts." I nodded my head and told him to go ahead and
get in the Arnage. I asked Ed if he understood what was happening and he
nodded his head. I told him that we would be at the house gathering
whatever things TC and his mother wanted and that he should plan on being
somewhere else for at least a couple of hours. Further if he ever showed
his face within a hundred feet of me, TC or his mother I would make today's
experience seem like a massage.

"Do you believe me Ed?" I asked quietly. He didn't answer so I jammed a
knuckle into the nerve point along his jaw line. He screamed again and
nodded his head. I stood up.

"Kwan, keep an eye on him please and when he's ready please escort Ed from
the property." Kwan nodded his head. I headed for the Bentley and into a
whole new phase of life with a boy I was beginning to love with all my
heart.