Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 20:31:30 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Diaper Boy Gets Job, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts     Gay adult/youth

"Diaper Boy Gets Job, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay Youth/Adult


The boy was murmuring and wiggling himself in comfort as babies do.  I
glanced through his window and saw the back of my secretary typing away.  I
pressed the button on my desk and the Venetian blind slats tilted and
closed off the room to unwanted eyes.

I am a big fellow, a six feet three inch hairy bear, and strong too.  This
little bundle on my lap, Billy, was under five feet six and weighs about
125 pounds.  My big arms easily enveloped him and I felt the warmth
building up from his young body.

"Wait a minute," I said out loud and his fuzzy dark blond head pulled away
from it's snuggling on my neck and stared.  Wow, he had big eyes and they
were looking at me questioning, the blue pupils sparkling in the light from
the ceiling fixture.

"You must be hungry," I said lovingly.  He nodded gravely and I got up,
holding one arm around his waist, the weight of his body on one of my hips.
I hardly felt him as I crossed the room and took one of the baby bottles, I
always have prepared daily, from the fridge and sat it in the warm water of
the bottle heater.  He almost cooed with anticipation.

I am always prepared with tasty bottles for my diaper boys.  Often one of
the factory boys come in and part of their visit may be a drink of milk.
Then too, like Billy, other boys come looking for jobs.  Most of them are
totally unsuitable.  Just yesterday a handsome, athletic kid came in.  I
immediately knew that his super active personality would never bend itself
to being a diaper boy.  Diaper boys are languid, almost sleepy.  I can spot
them immediately.

Another boy last week didn't get the job, I saw right away that his skinny,
lanky body would never do.  Diaper boys are usually soft, never boney and
have velvety skin, as did Billy.

As he sat on my lap again, his head near my breast, sucking softly on the
bottle nipple, I looked down at his skin.  He had never shaved and his
checks had that natural fuzz that could be caught in the light.  His bare
forearm, showing out of his short sleeve shirt, was fine textured, smooth
as silk.  Billy was a grade "A" boy, but there were still more testing of
him to discover if he was pliable and loving.

 Immediately he avidly went for it like a hungry bird his lips pushed out.
As the milk hit his tongue, his eyes involuntarily closed in ecstasy.  He
vocalized a steady m-m-m in appreciation.

I hadn't filled the bottle more than a fourth because I found the boys
tended to fall asleep and it might take an interminable time to get on to
other things which I loved also.  There it was, the gurgle at the end.  He
let out a half cry of indignation and self pity.  Although you might think
of babies as sweet and placid, in truth they can be quite aggressive and
Billy demonstrated this right this minute.  He threw the empty bottle down
on the floor and pawed at my shirt, finally opening it an then with a sigh
of complete victorious satisfaction, his soft, hot lips fastened on my
nipple nearest to him and licked and sucked.

My own eyes turned upwards in surrender and passion.  He surely must have
felt my prick rise against his hot back.  It jumped and poked him as he
wiggled and sucked.

Both of us were noisily enjoying the moment when he surprised me by leaving
off my nipple and wheeled around on my lap and , in one strong move, pulled
open all the buttons on my pants.  I, as usual, wore no panties and so my
bottle-shaped cock popped up, ready to stand in for the bottle.

As he sucked at my cock head I realized that a good blow job better
tit-suck way very often than swallowing the whale whole.  I've had both and
truthfully I'm not sure.

I knew that I was going to flood his mouth with my man milk.  I can nver
last long and this hot treatment was sending me down a long slide into
orgasm.  I let it happen.  I didn't try to delay and intensify it.  And it
was so great, especially seeing how he was lapping up every drop and
crooning in pleasure at my spunk.

When he finished, he turned on his back and closed his eyes.  The sweetie
was falling asleep.  I have seen this phenomenon before when one of my boys
gets my jizz.  It seems to act like a knock out dose.

I was now pretty deep in sleep, his face flushed and his long eye lashes
lying on his cheeks.  He looked so peaceful.  I was proud that I had made
him happy.  He breathed evenly as if he had no troubles in the world, then
suddenly his blue eyes opened wide and his brow creased unhappily and his
mouth corners drew down in sadness.

I hugged him tightly to comfort him and then heard him say.  "I have to
make wee."

End Part Two