Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 17:45:18 -0800 (PST)
From: No Label <zero78245@yahoo.com>
Subject: Donny - Chapter 19

Here it is, the same old drill.  This story contains descriptions of
homsexual acts between different generations (Donny hopes) and may be
illegal where you live.  Download and possess at your own risk.

This story is completely fictional.  However, if there are any sweet, young
volunteers out there who want to play Donny to my Tom and turn this story
into non-fiction, please feel free to speak up.

I own this story.  It's mine, you can't have it.  Oh, all right.  You can
play with it (or me).  As long as you put it back where you found it.  Yes,
mother.

Again, and yet again, the Alienist has saved the day (and the story).  My
thanks and my love go out to you, yo're the greatest.  The 20th I will
smile a little brighter.

Donny, Chapter 19


    Hot damn.  Tom, er Dad, bought into it.  I can call him Dad.  Boy, that
just sounds so right. I wish Tom was my real dad.  Forever.  No, wait.
Just until he says yes.  Then I want him to be Tom again.  My lover Tom.
My sweetheart Tom.  My soulmate, my other half.  What I want to do to him
you're not supposed to do with your father.  Yeah, my real father did it to
me, but that was different.  I didn't want it.  With Tom I want it bad.
Either I have to grow up quick or he has to change his mind, because I
don't think I can wait four years.

    Shit, Deke.  What do I do about him?  Dad said just be his friend but
how do I do that?  If we jerk each other off again, will he freak?  Mmmm.
That did feel great.  Shit, I forgot to ask Dad about that, about why it
feels so much better when someone else does it to you.  Oh, well.

    The door is closed.  Should I knock?  It is my room.  Yeah, but maybe
he is still getting dressed after Doctor Bob's exam.  I'll knock.

    "Yeah?"

    "It's me, Deke.  Okay if I come in?"

    "Yeah.  It's your room dillwad.  Sheesh."

    "Uh, yeah.  But I didn't want to just barge in on you.  So what you
want to do now?"

    "I dunno.  What do you want to do?"

    "Shit, I don't know.  Play PS?"

    "Sounds good."

    And safe too, I guess.  Should I talk to him about what happened?
Shit, I don't know what to say.  Hmmm, he sure looks sexy sitting there, no
shirt, boxers peeking out over the top of his cut offs.  His skin looks so
smooth, I wish I could touch him.  My dick feels like its made of steel.

    We got real close together so we would be right in front of the screen.
On particularly difficult moves our bodies would touch.  It was like
touching a hot wire.  I wonder if Deke felt the same?

    Then we heard Tom, er, Dad yell from the front asking if we wanted
something to eat.  Well, damn!  It had been at least an hour or two.  We
looked at each other and grinned.  It was a race to the kitchen.

    Tom pulled out this yummy chocolate cake with lots of fudge frosting
and little white chocolate things all over it.  When he cut the cake he
would start to cut a slice, then look at us and move the knife over a half
inch or so.  Ended up we both got about three inch thick slices.  Yum yum.

    "Vanilla or chocolate?" Tom asked.

    "Huh?"

    "Ice cream.  Can't have cake without ice cream."  Tom just shook his
head.

    "Oh, vanilla."

    "Same here, Mr Parker."

    "Deke, it is Tom, okay?  Or I might have to stop cooking because I will
feel too old to do a good job."

    "Oh, no, Mr...Tom.  You can't do that."

    The look of horror on Deke's face just cracked me up.  Tom grinned at
him.

    "Don't worry, son.  I think I'll be able to find some energy to at
least fix breakfast in the morning."

    Deke just turned red, and hung his head.

    "It's okay, Deke.  I was just teasing.  Okay, boys, after you finish
put your dishes in the sink.  Make sure you get to sleep at a reasonable
hour.  Good night."

    "Night, Mr, er, Tom."

    "Night Dad."  I got up and gave Dad a big hug, then kissed his cheek.
Tom froze for a moment, then hugged me back, real hard.

    As he turned and left the kitchen, it looked like there was a little
extra moisture in his eyes.

    "Oh Dad?"

    "Yes son."

    "Did Doctor Bob leave already?"

    "No, he hasn't."

    "Good.  I can say good night to him too."

    So I followed Dad into the living room.

    "Good night Doctor Bob."  and I gave him a big hug too.  Damn, this
feels so good that I will never tease other kids about kissing and hugging
their parents again.  Doctor Bob said good night and I rejoined Deke in the
kitchen.

    "You called him dad?"

    "Yeah, I asked if I could tonight and he said yes."

    "But what about your real Dad?  I thought this was just temporary."

    Shit.  "Ah.  Guess I better tell you the truth.  My mom is dead, and my
real father is gone.  And I hope he's dead."

    Deke looked at me with astonishment.

    "But.."

    "I'l explain some other time.  Right now my ice cream is melting."

    Deke kept looking at me as we ate, but didn't ask any more questions.
But I could see he was dying of curiosity.

    We finished our dessert and put the dishes in the sink like Dad asked.
Then back to my room for the night.  Since I had been wearing clothes most
of the day, and had gotten used to wearing less around the house, I
stripped everything off in a flash.

    "Hey.  What you doing?"

    "Getting comfortable."

    "Shit, you don't care who sees your body do you."

    "Nothing you haven't seen before.  And you can get comfy if you want."

    Deke kinda froze a little and stared at me.  Then he slowly unbuttoned
his cut offs and pushed them down.

    "Ah, mind if I keep my boxers for a while?  Not really used to being
naked with other people."

    "Sure.  With other people, huh?  That mean you like being naked when
you are alone?"

    "Ah, yeah.  I like hanging in my room that way.  And nobody else comes
in my room."

    "What about your parents?"

    "They would never set foot in my room.  My dad yells from the doorway,
and Mom never even comes into that wing of the house.  I got my bedroom,
another one, and a bathroom all to myself.  The maid cleans every couple
days."

    "Wow.  So your parents never come into your room.  That's wierd."

    "No it's not!"

    "yeah it is.  Tom, er, Dad comes into my room all the time.  He always
knocks, but comes right in."

    "Yeah, well..."

    Deke's voice trailed off.

    "So where do I sleep?"

    "Where ever you want.  There's a guest room next door.  Or you can stay
in here with me."

    "Would it be okay if I stayed here with you?"

    Damn, I had never seen Deke this nervous.

    "Sure.  In fact, I was hoping you would want to stay with me.  Never
had friends for a sleepover before."

    "Me neither.  Guess we will have just feel our way along."

    I grinned.  "Yeah."

    "So what do we do now?"

    "How about we throw a movie on and get into bed.  Then if you feel
tired you can just go to sleep."

    "Okay."

    I put a movie in, then hopped into the bed.  I held the covers open,
waiting for Deke.

    He hesitated for a moment, then slowly slipped his boxers off and lay
down on the bed, making sure he was not touching me.  I flipped the covers
over both of us and settled down to watch the movie.

    Deke lay there real stiff and rigid, like he was afraid of moving.

    "Hey, relax, Deke.  You can't be comfortable like that."

    "Easy for you to say."

    I turned onto my side looking at Deke.  I slowly reached out and placed
my hand on his chest.  I could hear him suck in his breath real quick.

    "I don't bite.  Hehe, unless you want me too."

    Deke glanced over at me and kind of smiled, but it disappeared in a
blink.

    I started to move my fingers slightly in a circular motion, like how
Dad had touched me a few times.  You know, real some and feathery like.  I
could feel Deke start to relax a little.

    "Oh, Donny.  I don't know what to do."

    I scooted over closer to him, but still not touching, yet.

    "It's okay.  Let's just do what we want, what feels good."

    He smiled, and this time it didn't leave quickly.

    "Yeah."

    I moved a little closer.  Now my chest was just touching his arm.  I
continued moving my fingers around his chest in growing circles, working
towards his nipples.  I don't know why I wanted to touch them, but I did.
Soon I was tracing around his left nipple, and I heard a slight moan.
Shit, this was turning me on as much as I wanted to turn Deke on.

    "Feel good?"

    "Yeah."

    I leaned over and licked his right nipple.  I could feel him shiver
with that, so I did it again.  Then I kissed it, and began to lightly suck.
I could feel it harden in my mouth.

    "Oh, shit, Donny.  That feels so good."

    I took that as a cue to move my hand down his body to the belly buttom
and began to explore there.  I slid much closer, to where both our bodies
where now in full contact from chest to foot.  My dick was so hard I
thought it would break, but I could feel it against his side.

    "Oh man.  Oh Donny."

    Deke's body was squirming with the sensations that I was delivering.
This is fun!  So I moved my lips from his nipple up to his neck.  Then to
his ear lobe.

    "Hmmm."

    Yeah, go for it.  I moved my hand lower.  Of course the first obstacle
it met was the head of his dick, slick with gallons of precum.  I wet my
hand and wrapped it around his shaft.

    "Ooohhh."

    I left Deke's ear and planted my lips on his.  My tongue snaked out and
pushed through his lips.  Our tongues touched.

    "Mmmmmmmugh!"

    I felt Deke's rod pump, and felt the wetness of his climax.  That was
too much for me, as the tip of my dick felt like it was touched by a red
hot poker, and I pumped my fluid into Deke's side.

    We both gasped as our lips separated.  I fell flat on my back.

    "Shit."

    "Fuck."

    "Sorry.  Couldn't help it. Damn, that was good."

    "Yeah."

    We laid there trying to recapture our breath.  Wow, what a feeling.
And I didn't even touch my dick.  Just touching Deke and knowing what I was
doing to him made me shoot.  Dad didn't tell me about that.

    "Shit.  I'm all sticky."

    "Grab my shorts.  They're there on the floor next to the bed."

    "That will make them all messy.  What if Tom sees it?"

    "I don't think he will care.  Remember what he said earlier?"

    "I don't know.  My Dad would beat me for weeks."

    "Does your dad hit you?"

    "Yeah.  Once a week.  Like a ritual.  Every Saturday night he calls me
down to his den, tells me to drop 'em, and then uses this big leather belt
he has."

    "Why does he do that?  You always doing stuff?"

    "Nah, I don't have to do anything.  He says it's for everything I've
done the previous week that he didn't catch.  He said that's how he was
brought up, and maybe it will make me into something that's worth it."

    "Damn."

    "Yeah.  He doesn't like anything I do.  Says that I am worthless, and
won't amount to anything unless he beats it into me."

    "What about your mom?  Doesn't she do anything?"

    "Nah.  She hardly ever talks to me, tells the maid to tell me what to
do.  She says I am the cause of all her problems.  Like she has any.  She
doesn't do nothing.  Got a maid and a cook to do all her work.  Usually I
only see her maybe once a week."

    "Shit.  That sucks, man."

    "Tell me about it.  So let's forget about that.  I'd rather think about
this."

    And with that he grabbed my cock, which obligingly sprang to life once
again.  Lordy, I've created a monster.  This is going to be a fun night.


TBC

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