Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 15:56:10 -0600 (GMT-06:00)
From: Adam Pollard <appolinard@earthlink.net>
Subject: challenged-willing-eager  AY

After graduating from college in 2008, I moved back home with no job
prospects. My mother brought me up to speed on all the local gossip, which
included a woman and her twelve year old son who had moved into a three
bedroom house three doors down. The tragedy was that, although the boy
looked perfectly normal, clean and well dressed, he had a strange malady
that manifested itself unexpectedly when he would go into screaming fits
that embarrassed his mother terribly. Mother had met Mrs. Hutchinson at her
church and had become friendly with her, quite overcome with sympathy as
the boy's condition was described to her.

Being new to the town, young Bruce, of course, had no friends or
acquaintances and little chance of meeting any until next Fall when he went
back to school. Mother talked Dad into throwing a block party at our place
for all the neighbors. The Hutchinsons, mother and son, were included.  At
the appointed time Bruce and his mother came walking up holding hands. It
was the first time I had seen either of them. Mrs. H. was an attractive,
well-turned-out young matron. I was slightly surprised that Bruce was also
very presentable, dressed in the latest summer sports clothes suitable for
his age group. I whispered to my mother, "He looks OK."

"Hush, Adam. You haven't seen him throw a fit yet. Last week he broke bad
in Sunday School, shrieking and rolling around on the floor. Poor Betty had
to take him home." Later I was in our kitchen getting more food for the
picnic tables we had set up in our spacious back yard when I heard some
God-awful caterwauling coming from out back. When I got outside the ruckus
was over. Mother informed me that I had missed an episode of Bruce "going
off". He was well behaved and acting perfectly normally by the time I got
there. While our neighbors were happily occupied on the food line, Mother
made a point of formally introducing Betty and Bruce Hutchinson to me and
my dad. When we shook hands the boy gave me a nice smile and repeated my
name out loud -- all very mannerly.

"Adam, I understand you're at loose ends this summer. How about taking
Bruce to the ball game in the park tomorrow? I'll give you money to buy
yourselves lunch."

"Oh, yes, would you take me, would you?" Bruce asked me plaintively. How
could I refuse with my parents standing there?

"OK, Bruce I'll pick you up tomorrow at 11:30 in my Jeep station wagon.
Would you like to have lunch at Mickey D's?"

"That would be great!"

The next day I picked Bruce up at his house just down the street. He was
well dressed, as usual, this time in a blue mesh baseball shirt with
HUTCHINSON on the back, white jeans and a fancy new pair of sneakers. It
looked like his mother had styled his ample mop of auburn hair. He looked
good enough to eat as he jumped into the passenger seat, gave me a big
smile and a little hug. "Mom gave me ten dollars for you. You want me to
fasten my seat-belt, Adam?"

"Yes, that would be a good idea. There are a couple of Mickey D's near the
ball park. Do you have a preference?"

"Well, I'm new in this neighborhood, so you choose." I started the car and
headed toward the one I liked better.

"Where did you used to live, Bruce?"

"We used to live a couple of towns away. Before we moved to your street my
father ran away, er..um...left my mother, and she put me in Children's
Psychological Hospital for a few months because I was missing him and
started having my attacks. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with me,
so when my mother found the new house I moved back in with her."

"So, you were close to your father?

"Yes. In our old house, when my parents started fighting he moved into my
bedroom. She started accusing him of getting physical with me, so he ran
away...left. They had a messy divorce and she took him to the cleaners.
Adam, are you really 21?" ?  "Yes, Bruce, are you really twelve?"

"Yup, I turned twelve six months ago, and my first public hair grew in over
my dick the next week."

"TMI!"

"What's that?"

"Too much information."

"Oh, Mom says I tend to blurt things out, that I should be more
discreet. What do you think, Adam?"

"Well a little more modesty might be in order."

"Phooey! I don't like being modest. I like to run around naked in the house
whenever I can."

"Yeah, that can be fun. Oh, here we are at McDonald's."

I pulled in, we went inside and each ordered Big Mac's, fries and Cokes. By
the time we got a space near the ball park the Cokes were running through
us and we both had to pee. I took the kid into a large, disabled booth so
that I could keep an eye on him, or was it to scope him out? He started
whimpering and shifting from foot to foot, so I told him to urinate into
the bowl first. He pulled out a soft three inches and peed. When he was
through pissing, his squeezing down and shaking of his dick caused it to
swell. His erection seemed to upset him. He started hyperventilating and
making weird cries. Not knowing what to do to calm him, I took hold of his
peter and started stroking it to full erection. Bruce soon was making happy
sounds so I continued stimulating his dick until he ejaculated three little
spurts of cum into the toilet.

"Thanks, Adam, Now it's your turn to pee," he said to me.

After I had relieved myself, we went to the ball game and cheered on the
local teenage talent. He didn't show any signs of going into a fit, so I
started formulating a theory that his outbursts were possibly caused by the
frustration of not being able to jack off when his horniness level became
too great from his over-active hormones.

On our way to drop him at his house, Bruce thanked me for taking him to
Mickey D's and the ball game.

"I had a great time! I hope we can do more things together. I especially
like it when you calm me down."

I went inside his house with him and gave a report of our outing to his
mother, and then I went home.

That evening, after dinner, my mother received a phone call from
Mrs. H. You know how mothers are. I could hear her agreeing to a new
arrangement that concerned me. When she got off the phone she said to me,

"Betty says Bruce has been praising you to the skies. He says you have a
calming effect on him and that he wants to spend a lot of time with
you. She says she'll pay you fifty dollars a week if you'll be his
companion at least five days a week. Are you OK with that?"

"Yeah, OK. I can do that. Any other details?"

"She said she'd work it all out with you whenever you can meet with her."

"I'll go see her tomorrow morning, around 9:30 am."

*************

The arrangements were made the next day at H House. Bruce let me in and
grabbed me into a bear hug. "OK, Bruce, I've gotta talk to your mother."
"If you don't let me hold on to you for another minute, I'm going to throw
a dummy!" "No threats, kid, I hear your mother coming down the stairs."

"Good morning, Mrs. H.," I greeted her. "Good morning, Adam. Bruce, run up
to your room while we go into the living room to talk."

"Aw, Mom, do I hafta?"  "Yes, we won't be long."

I followed her in there and we sat down facing each other. "I'll do it. I
accept your offer," I said.

"Oh, good! Would you agree to a schedule of Saturday and four week days --
you could choose whatever week day you want off, on a rotating basis?"

"Yes, that sounds fair. Do you have a guest room that I could stay in
overnight occasionally?"

"That's a wonderful idea. That means I could get away overnight
sometimes. Let's go upstairs and I'll show you the room you can use."

I followed her up and she pointed out Bruce's room at the top of the
stairs, followed by a bathroom.

"Our guest room is next. Both it and Bruce's room have access to the
bathroom between them through lockable doors. You two wouldn't have to go
out in the hall to get to the facilities if you didn't want to."

"That would be very convenient, Mrs. Hutchinson."

"Good. You can call me Betty when we're alone. My bedroom is at the end of
the hall, with its own bathroom. What day could you start, Adam?"

"Why don't I start tomorrow, Monday? I'd like to take Wednesday off this
week."

"That would be fine." Then she called out in a loud voice, "You can come
out now, Bruce."

He soon popped out of his bedroom. "Is Adam gonna do it?"  "Yes,
dear. He'll keep you company Saturday and four other days a week. He'll
even sleep over once in a while in the guest room."

"Oh, goody!" said the kid, running over and giving me a hug. "When are ya
gonna start?"

"Tomorrow."  "Yippee! Mom, give him the extra key to the front door. Adam,
what's your first sleepover night?"  "Tomorrow."

Mrs. H. went and got the key and we agreed I'd come over at 8 a.m., before
she went to work.  Then I went home and packed a bag.

The next morning Mrs. H. gave me a fifty dollar bill and left for work
around 8:10. I carried my bag upstairs, followed by my eager charge. As I
started putting my stuff away, Bruce went back to his bedroom. A few
minutes later I heard a knocking at my bathroom door. When I unlocked and
opened it, there was Bruce naked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Adam? I'll come through our connecting
bathroom after you've gone to bed and Mom will never know."

"Isn't that rushing things?" I answered.

"Are you gonna sex me up? If you don't, I'll throw a dummy."

"Hey -- no threats. OK, give me a kiss."

"Only if you let me sit in your lap, facing."

I pulled out the folding chair from my desk and sat down. He climbed up on
my lap straddling my thighs, threw his arms around my neck and gave me a
French kiss. I could feel his dick plump up and push against my
belly. After a few more kisses I began to get a hardon, too.

"You're gettin a boner! I want to see it." He backed off my lap, bent over,
and reached for my zipper. When my erection came into view he remarked on
its size and the surrounding patch of pubes, grabbed it with both of his
small hands and went down on it. He was obviously inexperienced in giving
head, but seeing my engorged dick in his mouth was damned exciting, and the
hot warmth of his moist little mouth didn't hurt either.

"Hey, Bruce, what made you think of trying to give me a blow job?" I asked
him.

"Duh, I saw plenty of cock-sucking after lights out in the Psychological
Hospital. I'm not a complete retard, you know."

"No, you're not. Bob up and down on my dick for a while longer and I'll
come in your mouth."

"Awright!" he said, and redoubled his efforts.

My ejaculation into his mouth was exciting and very satisfying. Then I
French kissed him and tongued some of the spooge back into my own mouth and
swallowed it down. I reached for his pecker and started frigging him. After
about two minutes he whimpered and went stiff as a board as his dry cum
swept over him.

"Hey, Adam, thanks for `calming me down'."

"You're welcome. Thanks for taking my first ejaculation into your mouth."

"Is that what they call it? E-JAC-U-LA-TION?"

"Yeah, that's the scientific, medical word. Let's go lay down together. I'm
sort of pooped."

"Awright! You get naked too and we'll go to bed for a while." As we climbed
into my bed and got under the covers, I saw by the digital clock on the bed
table that it was 8:35 a.m. When I next looked at the clock it was
9:20. Bruce wasn't in the bed and I could hear splashing coming from the
adjoining bathroom. I got up and walked into the bathroom with my
piss-hardon leading the way. There was the little bugger, sitting in a
half-filled tub, playing with two rubber duckies.

"Hi, Adam. Stand next to the tub and put your boner in my mouth. I wanna
suck it some more."  I let him give me a little more head for almost two
minutes. He was getting better at it. Then I pulled his mouth off my meat,
went and took a piss, and climbed into the tub with him. He started to play
with his rubber duckies and I started to stroke his little meat under the
water.

"Adam, can you teach me how to take it up the ass? I used to see boys after
lights out doing it. It seemed that the fucker and the boy on the bottom
both really enjoyed it."

"Sure. The first step is for me to teach you how to clean yourself out with
a douche."

"Is that the same as an enema?"

"It sure is. Does your mother have any enema equipment? Has she ever given
you one?"

"Yeah, on my eleventh birthday I ate too many hot dogs and got all
con...con..stopped up, so Mom gave me an enema in her bathroom. She has one
of those douche bags with both kinds of nozzle attachments."

"Great! Let's dry off and you show me where she keeps it."

After toweling off, Bruce grabbed my hand and, grinning from ear to ear,
dragged me out into the hall and toward his mother's room. We went in,
continued to her bathroom, and he went straight for the cabinet under her
vanity and showed me her douche bag and attachments.

"Paydirt!" I exclaimed as my dick chubbed up into a semi-stiffy.

"Why are you getting a boner, Adam?"

"Because I'm thinking about playing with your ass. What does she use for
lubricant?"

"Well, she has cold cream, Vaseline, Jergen's lotion..."

I cut him off. "Yeah, I used to call that jerk-off lotion. Hey, Bruce, I've
been thinking. If we mess with your mom's douche equipment she might notice
and get suspicious. Why don't I buy you a new red rubber hot-water bottle
and we can keep it in our joint bathroom so that we can play with it
whenever we want to?"

"Yeah, that's a great idea. You could drive us into town to the
pharmacy. Then we could go for a ride and have lunch at Micky D's and
stuff."

"That's a plan. Let's put your mother's douche equipment back where we
found it and go get dressed."

***********

An hour later we were in Micky D's scarfing down our burgers and Cokes and
discussing the purchases we'd made at the pharmacy.

"Adam, that's a nice enema bag you bought me, but what's in that tube of KY
you got?

"KY is a better sexual lubricant than cold cream or Jergen's Lotion for
greasing up your butthole and my dick. After your first douche I'll finger
some KY into your hole and sex you up."

"Yeah, I like it when you play with my ass. It feels so sexy."

"You have no idea how good it can feel, Bruce."

We got back to the Hutchinson house a little after 1:00 p.m., went inside
and straight to our shared bathroom where we stashed the new enema
equipment in the storage area under the vanity sink. Bruce went through the
door to his room while I was straightening up and reappeared, naked, about
two minutes later saying, "Let's get started!"

He helped me take my clothes off and then I pulled him into a full-body
hug. His mouth was about the level of my nipples and he proceeded to suck
one and pinch the other with his thumb and forefinger. That's all I needed
for my dick to throb to full erection, pushing against his belly.  He sank
down and took my boner into his mouth. When I started to feel too excited I
pulled him off my dick and told him to get the new enema equipment out.

As I joined him in the bathroom I saw he was bent over, reaching into the
cupboard under the sink with his winker-target on full display. I sank to
my knees behind him and quickly stuck my tongue into his hole. He yelped
and moaned and started gyrating his ass. Already the kid was desirous of
anal stimulation.

I rose and pulled him to his feet. He had the equipment in his hands, which
I took from him. He watched as I filled the red bag with very warm water
and hung it on the hook I had installed above the toilet. Then I squeezed a
little dab of personal lubricant onto my forefinger and slipped it up his
ass.  I inserted the tip at the end of the rubber tube in his rectum and
told him to let me know when he didn't want any more water inside him.

"I can't hold any more!"

"OK, sit on the toilet and let it out. Then wipe with soapy toilet paper
and I'll shoot you up again."

When Bruce let go we heard water being ejected into the toilet bowl along
with a couple of plops. He wet another wad of toilet paper and ran it over
the cake of soap before reaching behind himself to wipe again. I had him
stand, inserted the tip of the tube, and shot him up once more.  While he
was taking the second load of water up his ass his dick started getting
stiff. I gave it a couple of tugs and then he said he had to sit on the
commode again. This time his water ran clear and we were both pleased. He
stood up and I swallowed his semi-stiffy, soon bringing it to full
erection. As I bobbed my head on his dick he said, "Oh, yeah, that calms my
nerves good," and giggled.

"Let's go to my bedroom and I'll teach you how to take my dick up your
ass," I said.

"Yeah, great! It's what I've been waiting for."

I pulled out a large terry cloth beach towel that I had stashed in my
bedroom closet and had Bruce help me cover the bedspread with it. Then I
had him lay down on his side facing me on the bed.

"Lift your leg some," I said, kissing him and dipping my middle finger into
a tub of KY I had handy. As we continued snogging I slipped my lubed finger
into his rectum and wiggled it around. He moaned with pleasure. I pushed it
all the way in and started to strum his prostate gland. I could feel his
dick throbbing to full erection against my belly.

"Ooh, you're getting me all sexed up! When are you going to put your dick
in me?"

"After I dilate your asshole with more fingers."

"Well, then, hurry up!"

I rolled him over on his front and got behind him, then worked two fingers
into his lubed ass. I moved my fingers around while spreading them in an
effort to enlarge his hole. When he looked pretty well dilated, I placed
the head of my dick at his winker and slowly pushed in. As my glans got
just beyond his sphincter he cried "Ow, ow, ow!" So I held still and told
him he'd soon get used to the feeling.

"OK, push it in some more."

Overcome with lust, I not only pushed more in, I set up a rhythm of humping
into his hot, moist rectum, moaning with pleasure. As soon as the head of
my dick brushed past his prostate he started moaning too and backing up to
meet my inward thrusts. I moved into to push-up position and started really
slamming his ass.

"Oh, YES, give it to me, Adam," he cried. I could feel my climax
approaching and redoubled my efforts. His body went rigid, his sphincter
started milking my cock and he sprayed the towel with his load as I
ejaculated into his hot recesses. We both collapsed down onto the bed,
spent.