Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 22:09:32 -0300
From: Danny Oliver <baretta669@hotmail.com>
Subject: Changes 6

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This story may portray sexual acts between a man and a minor boy. If that
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Foreword:

This story is dedicated to Teglin, who encouraged me to write. Check out his
beautiful stories "Three Weeks To Heaven" and "Why Not Me".



Changes
By Danny Oliver

Chapter Six:

He was now gazing directly at my eyes with his marvelous blue eyes. I took
his hand and guided him to the sofa. We sat side by side. He was worried. I
didn't want to tell him that I would kill that guy but at the same time, I
didn't want to lie to him. For the first time I considered not to wack
Pierre if he didn't get the money. But what Vince would think? What everyone
else would think? Was I getting soft? Was I getting touchy?

"Maybe I won't kill him, but I want him to think I will so he'll give us the
money."

Spencer nodded vaguely. He wasn't quite convinced.

"I don't like it any more than you do, Spencer," and I continued, "He's a
grown man, he should know better than asking for more money than he had."

He just nodded again.

"I promise you I won't do it unless there is absolutely no other way."

"Ok. I just don't like to see people suffering," he said sadly.

"Neither do I. neither do I," I said as we hugged each other.

My last words weren't lies, it's not that I liked seeing people suffering,
the truth is I never really cared about anyone but me. How selfish can a
person be?

Now here's the problem: Because of Spencer, I didn't want to kill the guy
anymore. What if he won't get the money? Should I give him more time? I
wasn't completely honest with Spencer. He certainly didn't know that Dr.
Pierre has a wife and a daughter. Should I tell him? That would probably
make him hate me if I'd kill a breadwinner of a family. To make a widow from
a wife, to take a father from a daughter. Would he forgive me? It happened
many times before, people who can't pay their debts getting 'popped' and if
their families knew too much, they had to go too. Anyway, it's my fault,
Vince offered to talk about that matter in private but I, in my infinite
wisdom, decided that Spencer should hear that. Now, I had to work this out.

"Vince," I called out to him who was writing down something.

"Yes?"

"Have you talked to Doug yet?" I asked.

"Yep, he'll be there by noon, as you asked," he answered.

"Could you call him again and cancel it? I'll go myself to Pierre's place
tomorrow."

"What?!" both Vince and Spencer exclaimed in unison.

"Oh, hold it Tony, you know it can be dangerous. Let me do it," Vince said.
I shook my head and he continued, "Are you trying to prove something, T?"

"I have to do it myself," I said plainly.

"Are you aware that Pierre may be... let's say, a bit disturbed now? If you
show up at his place and he hasn't get the money by then, he might try to
kill you, you know that."

"I can handle him," I said smiling at Vince.

Vince shook his head and sighed.

"Ok, I'll tell Doug not to go," he said visibly frustrated.

The reason I wanted to go over there by myself was because I was seriously
suspecting that Pierre wouldn't manage to get the money. If I went over
there I could negotiate with him and avoid the digging of a grave. I was
pretty sure that if I killed that guy, that would hurt Spencer and that's
the last thing I wanted: Seeing my pretty boy suffering again over something
that is possible to be prevented. He was too sweet, too good to accept that
a man would die just 'cause he wasn't a good poker player and owed money. It
was weird, I was trying to convince Spencer that I had a good reason to kill
Pierre and we ended up with him convincing me that there was no good reason
for killing that man at all.

"Can we talk alone?" Spencer said softly, gently holding my arm.

"Sure, let's go upstairs," I answered.

I knew Vince would understand it so I didn't bother saying anything to him.
As we were heading upstairs I could have sworn that I heard Vince's voice,
like if it was inside my head calling, "Tony, come back."

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked me.

"Vince is calling me."

"No, he's not," he answered plainly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"You're getting senile, Tony, that's the problem," he said giggling.

"Hey, you should show more respect for elder people," I answered him playing
along.

"Ok, I apologize, sir."

"Hmm. Apologies accepted," I answered ruffling his hair.

We entered our room and sat on the bed side by side.

"You really love me, don't you?" he asked seriously looking in my eyes.

"Of course I do, sweetie, you know that."

"I love you too, Tony, do you believe me?" he had tears in his eyes.

"Yes, I do believe you, Spencer."

"I don't want you to change the person you are because of me, Tony."

"It's too late for that, baby, you have changed me already," I smiled gently
as his tears gradually started to roll down his cheeks, "You have made me a
better man. I've always seen myself as a stand up guy, as an honored person,
as a righteous human being," I reached out and wiped his tears from his face
with my thumb, "but I wasn't any of these things and you showed me that. I
am not the same person since the moment I saw you for the first time. I
thought I had everything I wanted, but I hadn't. I thought I was happy but I
wasn't. Not until the moment I met you. There was no real happiness, no real
joy, no real meaning for my life before you enter my office with your
wonderful eyes still wet from crying. You're more important to me than
anything or anyone has ever been," It was hard to make the words came out as
I choked with my feelings and had my vision blurred by my own tears. "I love
you now and I'll love you forever, Spencer."

We hugged each other tightly. I don't know for how long and didn't care
about it either. I just wanted this moment not to come to an end.

"I love you so much," he whispered in my ear amidst his sobs.

We pulled away a little and kissed passionately, our tongues in a perfect
dance looking for each other. No More Tears. I started unbuttoning his shirt
as we kissed. I needed it and it looked that he needed it just as much. I
pulled his shirt from his pants to finish the last button. His shirt opened,
I begun roaming my hands freely through his smooth chest stopping a little
my right hand in his heart. I could feel it beating just as fast as it could
go. We never broke our kiss, and now our mixed saliva was dribbling all over
our chins. His moans during the deed made me even more turned on if that was
possible. I moved my hands to his shoulders making his shirt slid from his
arms revealing his all upper body to me. We broke our kiss for a second, I
thought it was for taking a breath, but instead, I preferred to say another
"I Love You" and proceeded to kiss him again. He started trying to unbutton
my shirt but he was having really hard time doing so. He was so excited that
he could barely control his hands and his clumsiness for doing such an easy
action like opening a shirt made me giggle a little. He pulled away a little
and smiled at me.

"Need help?" I asked still giggling.

"No, I can do it myself, all I have to do is stop kissing you for a while
and I'll be able to do that," he said.

I could see the desire in his eyes as he now, started to manage to open my
shirt button after button. I kept busied myself caressing his sides and now
erect nipples. I couldn't keep my hands and my mouth off him. If I wasn't
kissing him, at least I needed to be touching him. He couldn't conceal his
smile anymore as he finally finished opening my shirt tossing it with a
graceful movement outside the bed. We resumed our kissing holding each other
together felling the contact of our bare chests. After some time, I pulled
away a little. We were both panting now.

"Are you sure about it?" I asked him.

"Yeah, please don't stop," he pleaded me.

I gladly obliged, laying him down on the bed and starting kissing his neck
then traveling down to his chest sucking his little brownish nipples his
hands stoking my hair. I could hear his moans of pleasure. It was thrilling
to know that he was enjoying the moment as much as I was. I kept kissing and
licking his body sliding my hand over his ribcage. Moving down, my tongue
adventured in his navel. His body trembled in anticipation. I stopped a
little looking up at him and smiling. Smile which was retuned with a
pleading one, he needed me to continue and I wasn't exactly thinking of
stopping. I returned my attention to his eager body, undid his belt and
opened his pants after opening their button and fly. This action gave me a
glimpse of his blue silk boxers that I had bought him some time ago. He
lifted his butt from the bed making it very easy to slip his pants off.
After putting them aside I took off my own pants. I had to give some freedom
to my incredibly hardened tool. Now we were both on boxers. This time I
started kissing his feet, sucking his toes one after another. He was having
the time of his life, and so was I. I made my way up licking and rubbing his
calves moving to the knees and thighs. I was incredibly excited by his
thighs and spent more time on them. I knew he was enjoying very much that,
but I also knew what he really wanted for me to do. For a second I thought I
was torturing him, but can a torture session bring so much pleasure to both
parts? I think not. I inserted my fingers between the waistband of his silk
boxers and his even more silky waist skin.

I looked up once again and he nodded almost desperately, unable to make his
voice out of his throat. Only pleasure moans could come from his mouth now.
I pulled his boxers down revealing his hard, uncircumcised cock to my
delighted eyes. I don't remember what I did with his boxers, but they
weren't in my hands and certainly not in his body anymore. I made my hand
glide from his thighs to his hairless super-soft pubis. His body was so hot
and I mean it in every possible way. I longed for that. My right hand took a
gentle hold of his erection making him tremble even more. He let out a
high-pitched moan that increased even more my excitement. With my left hand
I began playing with his diminutive balls. His delicate scrotum skin felt
great against my playing fingers. My right hand started, almost by itself,
stroking his dick retracting his foreskin revealing his dark purpled
engorged cock's head. Then pulling his foreskin up again and then down, and
up, all in a slow pace that made him whimper in the utmost pleasure. After a
while I increased the speed gradually. His hands were tightly closed against
the bed's sheet. His eyes were closed and his mouth half opened urgently
seeking for air. I knew he would climax soon so I slowed my pace again.

"Keep... ungh... doing," he muttered amidst his groans of passion.

"Don't worry, babe."

I moved my mouth towards his dick and kissed the tip of its sensitive head.
He jerked and cried out something unintelligible. I did not back away,
instead, I engulfed all of his dick making him quiver and writhe. With my
lips, I held his foreskin down making my tongue encircle all over the head.
It tasted great. His body began to tense and I knew it was time so I started
sucking harder yet.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out.

I thought he couldn't produce sperm yet, but the first spurt hitting the
back of my throat proved me otherwise. His body was now jerking
uncontrollably but somehow I managed to keep my mouth on his dick swallowing
every drop of his boy juice. Just after that, something that I wasn't
expecting happened, I cummed in my boxers and I didn't even touch my dick.
That was a first. I let his softening dick go off my mouth and forced myself
back to my senses. He was still in his after orgasm bliss. I moved myself
beside him in the bed and kissed his now sweaty cheek (of the face!). He
opened his eyes a little.

"It was... 'sigh'... wonderful," he bravely managed to say moving his head
to rest in my chest like he usually likes to sleep. And that's what we did:
we slept.


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