Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 18:37:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: No Label <zero78245@yahoo.com>
Subject: Donny Chapter 7

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DONNY
Chapter 7


    I wore his ass out.  I would let him get close, let him think that an
old man could catch me, then turn on the jets and and leave him gulping my
wake.  Don't want to get him too tired though.  Just enough for him to let
his defenses down.  Then this evening, after dinner, maybe I can show him
my love and he will accept it.  That's when Dad always wanted it.  I know I
can get him horny enough to want to love me.  Hopefully tonight, but if
not, then by next weekend.  Gotta make him happy.  Damn, he's hot though.
Got a great body.  Just a little small in the dick department.  Hope when I
grow up I will be closer to average.  Man, it sure would be nice to be as
big as Deke.  What did he say now, oh yeah, that he had to wrap it around
his leg so it would fit inside his pants.  That's a whole lot bigger than
Tom.  Never really saw it though, but why would Deke lie?  Mmmm, but Tom
sure looks good.  And he hasn't hit me yet, not even once.

    Ha, looks like Tom is wore out.  He's hangin' off the side.

    "That's enough for me.  Gotta get supper started anyway.  Stay in if
you want." and Tom climbed out of the pool heading for the showers.

    Shit.  Well I hope that was enough.  I'll do a couple of laps
backstroke to cool, then get out myself.  I wonder what Tom will feel like.
It would be nice if he didn't want to do it right away, but then if I don't
let him to do it he might throw me out.  That's what men want, isn't it?
Their dick buried in a pussy or butt.  Not me.  I don't think I could hurt
someone like that.  Shit, I'll bet it feels good, though.  My Dad was even
half way nice after, at least he stopped hitting me for a few hours.  So it
must feel good.  But I don't want to hurt nobody.  Not like that.  The way
people talk about love, you'd think that it was some great thing, instead
of how much it really hurts.

    Going through the kitchen, Tom was already busy cooking.  "How does
spaghetti sound?  Got some sauce frozen and it won't take long to heat."

    "Sounds good to me.  Spaghetti is one of my favorites.  Can we have
garlic bread too?

    "Spaghetti isn't spaghetti without garlic bread.  I'll throw a quick
salad together too."

    "Great."

    Can't wait to get out of these pants.  Way too hot for them anyway.  I
wonder if I can get away with no shorts again.  Tom won't notice, and it
will be easier to get his motor running after we eat.  Mmmm, that sure
smells good.  Like an Italian restaurant.  Geez, I haven't been in a
restaurant in a long time.  Maybe tomorrow we can go to one after shopping.
Have to ask Tom.  Man, I can't believe that he is going to buy all that
stuff for me.  Well, I will just have to give him his reward. Probably will
have to let him dick me until the the end of school to pay him back.  I
hope he is gentler than Dad.  And doesn't hit.  Man, my whole body would
hurt after he was finished.  I know that's part of it, but doesn't mean I
have to like it.  Oh, look at that sauce, thick and...what's that?  Real
italian sausage?  Wow!

    "Boy, that smells good!  Did you make it yourself?"

    Tom put his arm around my shoulders and gave a small squeeze.

    "Thanks.  Guess this old man can do something right, huh?"

    "Yeah, guess so."

    Tom ran his hand down my back to my butt and swatted lightly.  "Now go
put some shorts on."  How did he know?

    "Aaawww" I went back to the room and grabbed the shorts I wore this
morning.  But I didn't put them on until I returned to the kitchen.
Figured I would give Tom a little show.  Let him know what he was getting
later.  And if that's all the harder he hits, then it might not be too bad.

    "Is that better?"

    "Yes, much.  Now you're decent enough to sit at my table."

    We ate in the kitchen.  Boy, that spaghetti was good, had three
helpings.  And four slices of garlic bread.  Plus two helpings of salad.
Guess the ride and swimming made me supper hungry, cause I usually don't
eat that much.  Tom just grinned every time I asked for more and told me to
help myself.

    "I do believe that you are gonna start growing real soon.  You eat like
a growth spurt is starting."

    "Hope so.  Don't want to stay little all my life."

    "Don't worry.  Your eating enough for two.  Go into the living room and
pick out a movie for us to watch.  I clean up in here."

    "Okay.  Anything you want to watch in particular?"

    "No. I've seen all of them.  So you pick out what you want."

    "Okay."  I had seen the shelves of CDs and DVDs in the living room, but
hadn't had a chance to really check them out.  Wow, Tom sure has a bunch.
Hmm, the DVDs are arranged by type, mostly comedies and action (which I
like) but not any horror (which I really like).  Guess I will have to teach
him the finer things about movies.

    Tom came into the room, "All finished.  Got the disk in?"

    "Ah, I don't know how to run a DVD."  I felt like a dork saying that,
but I didn't want to break his machine my first day here.  And we never had
one at home.  Dad said they were just a passing craze.  Right.

    "Come here and I'll show you.  But you will probably know better than
me soon enough."

    Tom showed me how simple it was and handed me the remote.  Then he went
to sit in a great big recliner.  I need to be closer than the couch to him
if I want to get him going. "Can I sit with you?"

    Tom grinned and scooted over to one side.  All right, I should get his
motor running real quick.  Hmm, nice and soft.  And his arm around my
shoulders is like a pillow.  Punch the start and select play the movie.
Neat, I had heard there was all sorts of other stuff on the DVDs, guess we
will have to check it out after the movie.  Nope, gotta let Tom have his
reward.

    This feels good.  Feels better than love, that's for sure.  Maybe I'll
show him love tomorrow, but this feels too good to mess up right now.  It
just seems right, feeling our bodies touch like this.  Deke said nothing
feels better than lovin' but this is so good.  Tom is so strong, and his
arm around me makes me feel safe.  I like this.  Warm, soft, safe.  Yeah,
I'll hold off the love until tomorrow.  Hopefully Tom doesn't want it every
day like Dad did.  Boy, this is the life.  I like sitting with Tom like
this.  I wonder if Tom will let me sit with him all the time?  That would
be neat.  This is a good movie too.  Guess Tom likes it too, cause he seems
to be watching it close.  Let me turn a little this way, I can lay my head
on his chest.  Wow, was that a squeeze?  A hug?  Sure felt good.  Ha, look
at that guy.  He just fell in that hole that anyone could see.  Tom thought
it was funny too.  Wow, I can hear his laugh inside his chest.  Boy, this
is good.  Damn, why can't love feel this good?

    Aaaahhhh.  Mmmmmm, these sheets feel good.  It feels good to stretch.
Het, wait a minute.  I'm in my bed, and it's light outside.  Shit, I must
have fell asleep in the middle of the movie.  Boy, that sure felt good
sitting with Tom last night.  I wish love would feel that way.  That would
be so nice.  Mmmmm, I smell bacon!  And I sure am hungry!  Gotta pee too.
Shit, like a race horse!  Gotta get up.  Fuck!  I hope Tom isn't pissed
than he didn't get any lovin' last night.

    After a refreshing pause at the bathroom, I walked into the kitchen.
Tom was at the stove.  He doesn't seem pissed.

    "Good morning, sunshine!  How do you like your eggs?"

    "Cooked."  How can anyone be so cheerful at this time of the morning?

    "All right, smart ass.  Scrambled okay?  Juice is in the fridge.  Pour
us both a glass, okay?"

    "Yeah, sure.  Oh, morning Tom."

    "Well, you are not much of a morning person I see.  We will have to
change that.  Gotta get up with the chickens on a ranch, you know."

    "But you don't have any chickens."

    "Minor technicality.  Sit.  Eggs are almost done.  Here's the toast.
How about slapping some apple butter on a slice for me?'

    "Okay.  Oh, Tom, sorry about falling asleep last night."

    "Oh, you mean you're not supposed to sleep at night?  I guess I will
have to re-arrange my schedule.  Damn, and just when I was getting used to
sleeping at night."

    "Tom, that's not what I mean.  I mean, sorry about falling asleep on
you and all."

    "I don't mind.  But when you get bigger don't make a habit of it.  I
like my back, and I don't want it broken."

    "What's the matter?  Getting old?"

    "No, it seems like you gained about forty pounds yesterday.  Or at
least it felt like it.  Now eat.  We have a long day ahead of us."

    Dad never fixed me breakfast like this.  Mom did but that was a long
time ago.  Boy, it is good.  Tom is a good cook, but I won't tell him that.
Might give him a swelled head.  Yeah, this is nice.  Why do I feel like
giving Tom a hug?  I just want to wrap my arms around him and hold him
tight.  I remember doing that with my mom when she made me feel good.  Not
with Dad though, no sirree!  A slap to the head or butt, throw me on
whatever's around, pull down the pants, and love me.  Damn I wish I could
remember more of Mom.  And I think I get the same feeling with Tom.  Warm
and safe feeling.  Yeah, I'll do it.  Give him a hug.  Wow, he's hugging me
back!  This is soo good.  Shit, better get it over with.  Maybe it will
make up for falling asleep last night.  Yeah, pull down the shorts and bend
over the table.  Please don't hit me too hard!  He's grabbing me.  Oh fuck,
here it comes!



TBC...