Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 10:40:07 +0100
From: Zachyboy <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Giving Me Lip 2

GIVING ME LIP
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal

The following story is a work of fiction. It involves sex between an adult
males and underage boys. If this type of material is illegal where you
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CHAPTER 2: BADGER'S TAIL

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The night after I fucked Badger that first glorious time, over breakfast
the next morning, I sat down and grilled him about his early nights on the
street.

"Who were the first guys who fucked you for money?" I asked him casually
over an egg and cheese and bacon sandwich I'd made for him myself,
something in later years we'd come to call the Egg McBadger.

The same way he ate his Big Mac yesterday when I met him, he chewed slowly,
deliberately and in an almost maddeningly erotic fashion. He looked me
right in the eyes, seductively and simply, carefully chewing each measured
bite.

That picture-perfect narrow-grooved philtrum under his nose pulsed almost
imperceptibly as his lips moved, and the long, boyish hands gripping his
small sandwich all but dared me to take my dick out and flop it out on the
breakfast table, so he could wrap it, grip it, stroke it with those sweet,
slender fingers and bring me to a shuddering climax, right on top of his
Thomas English Muffin.

"Wouldn't you like to know about the first guys who fucked me, you big
sicko," he said through a tiny bite of bacon and a maddening pinprick dab
of butter on the corner of his mouth I either wanted to lick off his lips
or jam down his smart-ass yap with my cock.

"Yeah, I'd like to know. Tell me who got that sweet little pussy of yours
first. Tell me about the first guys who did you when you first started
doing this."

"Sicko," he repeated. "I bet your dick's getting hard just thinking about
it."

I massaged the lump in my pants and we both knew he was right.

"You like hard dicks," I reminded him. "Mine anyway."

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Ha!"

"You liked it last night."

He blushed and looked at the floor.

"Jasey," he'd whimpered last night as I filled him. "My name is Jasey."

But this morning, he was my lippy little Badger again, something that
excited me more than I can explain.

"I'd like your dumb old dick more if I could find it," he smarted-off,
cocky and all sure of himself.

I'd fuck that smart-ass attitude out of him in a minute, the same way I did
last night, but for now I let him have his fun.

"Your dick's so fucking small," he grumbled, "I'd need your mom to come
over here and help me find it with her tweezers and her reading glasses."

But we both knew that was bullshit, because he was looking right at it, and
it was far from small. In fact, he hadn't taken his eyes off it from the
minute it started chubbing up.

"Pretend you love me," he'd begged last night when I fucked him. "Pretend
you love me when you cum."

The maddening part was, I wasn't pretending. I already loved him. He
already owned me.

"Fine," he shrugged casually, like I was no more than crust on his
fingernail, and it didn't bother him at all if he flicked me across the
room. "How many fuck stories you want, sicko? My first three? My first
five?"

"Five," I said quickly, "and then I'm going to bend you over this table,
pull your pants down and fuck the living shit out of you."

His eyebrow raised up and he licked the butter off his lip.

"Daddeeee!" he'd moaned out loud when I ejaculated inside him. I'd heard
him say that.

He could say what he wanted this morning, but last night he called me Daddy
when I came in him.

"Pervert," he grumbled. But he said it with a smile and a full erection,
and I knew when story time was over, I'd be right back inside that sweet
little rectum.

He took another slow bite of his bacon-egg sandwich. He dabbed his lip
gently with a paper napkin.

And this was Badger's tale:

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"The first guy who fucked me for money," he began, "was a doctor whose
patients are all kids. You know. The kid doctor kind."

"A pediatrician?" I offered.

"Hey," he said. "Are you telling this story or am I telling this story?"

"Sorry," I said. "Continue."

I shut up and waited for him to finish chewing. He swallowed. Sneered.

"Asshole," he grumbled, but continued with the story.

"The first guy who fucked me for money was the kid doctor who lived down
the street from us. It was my friend Eduardo who set it all up.

Eduardo's been fucking guys for years now. He started really young. And he
was always trying to get me to do it. Especially since he knew I was in
trouble at home all the time and my stupid-ass dad wouldn't give me any
money and didn't give a shit if I lived or died, came or went, and, well,
you know, a kid's gotta have money, right?

"Right," I ventured, but I didn't say more. I was boned-up and eager, and I
didn't want to mess with his momentum.

So anyway. This kid doctor. Ped-electrician, or whatever you call him, he
gets my cell number from Eduardo and he calls up one day and he says, I
hear you wanna make some money the old-fashioned way.

And I said, if you mean the old-fashioned way where you stick your stupid
old cock up some kid's ass, sure, why not, loser?

And he says, well, aren't you a cocky little fucker?

And I say, wouldn't you like to see my cocky little fuckstick, you dirty
motherfucker.

And now the guy is all fired up on the phone and he starts telling me how
hard he's gonna stick it in me and blah-blah-blah, yawn-yawn-yawn, I'm not
getting excited until I actually see some money come out of a wallet,
because by this time, me and Eduardo have butt-fucked about nine-hundred
and forty-five times, and my dad, well never mind about my dad, but
basically, what's one more dick up my ass, only this one potentially has
some money wrapped around it, so what do I have to lose, getting the guy
all worked-up, right?

"Right," I nodded as if this made complete, perfect sense.

So, anyway, the guy's so horned-up now, I can practically hear him jerking
his dumb cock over the phone, and I'm like, slow down there, big boy,
you're gonna shoot it off before you get it anywhere near my ass. Save it
up and let's see what you can do with it.

"Oh, I'll show you what I can do with it," he says to me.

"Yeah, yeah," I tell him. "Whatever. Bring your A-Game."

I like when guys show up super horny for me, because that means they'll
usually shoot their load without fucking me forever. They're in, they're
out, I make my money and I'm outa there in like five minutes, start to
finish.

Well, fuck. Turns out this guy lasted longer than a horse, which totally
sucked because after all, it was my first time with a guy – a grown-up
one anyway – well, other than my dad when I was little –

And fuck, this guy starts to really hurt my butt after awhile. I thought he
was gonna rub my hole numb going in and out of me that long.

"Not so cocky now, are you, Mr. Smart-Ass," he says to me while he's
plowing in and out of my butthole like a Charmin paper towel tube wrapped
in sandpaper.

And I gotta admit, I was in no mood to joke anymore. I just wanted him out
of there.

So I start making little whimpering grunting noises. Eduardo told me it
makes guys cum faster if they think they've got you all submissive and
whimpery, like you're almost gonna cry because their cocks are so big. Only
really, I wasn't faking this. This guy's dick was a horse cock.

But sure enough, Eduardo knows exactly what he's talking about and those
baby whimpers did the trick, because Dr. Fucksalot grabs my hips and grunts
out a few curse words, calls me a dirty, nasty boycunt, and before I know
it, ka-bloom, he's blowing his babies up the old Hersey Highway.

And I gotta tell you man. That one left me with a dazed look on my face for
the next four days. I told Eduardo, "Fuck man, I'm not gonna do this
again. There's gotta be a way better way to make a hundred bucks than doing
shit like that with a guy. Because no kidding, man. That dude wore the skin
off my rectum."

Eduardo just laughed at me.

"Rectum," he said. "You're so proper, Badger."

"What?" I said. "That's what it's called, right? Your rectum? That tube up
your asshole?"

"Right," Eduardo smiled. "Rectum. Got it."

"I'm serious! That's what it is!"

"Aw, baby, don't be mad at me," Eduardo says. And then he comes over and
kisses me.

And then we did some stuff like we always do when he makes me mad. Like
we've done since we were 8.

But I didn't let him fuck me.

Hell no. My rectum was still too sore.

I don't care what you call it.

My first time out of the starting gate hurt like almighty fuck.

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Badger took another bite of his breakfast sandwich, took a slow, long sip
of orange juice, and continued his tale.

"The next guy who wanted to do it to me for money, oh fuck. He was a piece
of work.

First of all, he brought along a jock strap and some old gym shorts and a
gym shirt that belonged to his son when his son was in middle school about
400 years ago, because believe me, this guy was already old enough to be my
grandpa.

And then, after I put on his kid's old gym suit, which I don't mind saying,
I looked pretty hot in, because I'm 13 and the kid was like 11, so it fit
me perfect, nice and tight, then the old fuck wants me to go outside and
run around the block a few times to get it all good and sweaty for him.

"No way, man. It's 35 degrees out there!" I told him.

"Oh, please," he says to me. "Jeremy was always so sweaty on gym days. I
just want you to be wet and sweaty like Jeremy."

Oh fuck, I'm thinking. This guy's a certified nut case. Believe me, the
sweat-lovers are the worst.

"Please," he begged me. "Oh please, little Jeremy!"

I rolled my eyes thinking this guy was Mayor Freak of Freaksville.

Of course, this was before I knew that half the guys who fuck me want to
pretend I'm their kid they never had the nerve to fuck. You get used to
that shit pretty fast. But you know, this was still my first week picking
up some of the regulars on Eduardo's route, so what did I know about how
bad they needed their time machine. All I know is, there I am in a used gym
suit and a used jock strap, and I'm not going out in the cold for the
regular rate, so I tell him, "$40 extra."

And he says, "Yes! Yes!" right away like I just gave him head, and sure
enough, I go out and run around the dumb block, and back and forth across
the motel parking lot. I run three times around, just to get good and
sweaty and wet for him, and fuck, by the time I get back, he's already
bare-ass naked, stroking a cock that looks so little I had to bite my
cheeks to keep from laughing out loud.

"Oh yes!" he hollers. "Yes, yes! So sweaty! So wet! Good boy, Jeremy! Come
to Daddy!"

I'm telling you, this guy must have been my reward from God for taking that
rectum-wrecker my first time out, because this one was a little bitty piece
of cake. I barely felt his cock when he stuck it in me. I've had mosquito
bites that hurt more than this guy. I'd been taking Eduardo's cock up my
ass since I was 8, and my dad's since I don't want to talk about it, and
this guy wasn't nearly as big as either of them, so this one was a piece of
cake. Miniature cake. Like, Easy Bake Oven cake.

This guy shot his load up my butt in about 15 strokes, fucking me doggie
style, licking the sweat off my back and trying to lick and smell my
armpits all the whole time he was trying to keep his dick inside me.

"Is it even in yet?" I asked him, and I didn't mean to be rude, but
seriously, I couldn't even feel it in my butt. If a guy's gonna pay me
$140, I at least want to make sure he finds the right hole, right? But he
didn't even seem to notice. He was just back there fucking to beat the band
and licking away.

"Oh Jeremy," he whispered in my ear, "Such a sweet, sweaty boy for Daddy,
Jeremy. Let Daddy fuck your sweet, greasy poopy-doodle!"

I'm not kidding you man. He actually called it my poopy-doodle. I almost
wanted to tell him, all right, all right, here's your money back, this is
just too weird, but by that time he was grabbing my hips and cumming up my
ass, so I let him finish up, the sooner the better.

You know one of those fucks where you just want to shower him out of your
head when it's over?

Well, that was one of those fucks. The creepy kind. Poopy-doodle. I mean,
what the fuck, man? Even you don't call it my poopy-doodle, and you're a
sicko-fuck.

Anyway, sure enough, when Mr. Poopy Doodle Jeremy's Dad was done, he paid
me $140. Didn't even flinch. Just pulled seven twenties out of his wallet
like it was nothing. Man, you'd be surprised how many guys fuck you and
pull out twenties like they have an unlimited ATM card. I really gotta
start charging more, if finding twenties is that easy for you perverts. And
by the way, you still owe me for last night –

But anyway, he cums up my ass, BEGS me to let him suck the sweat off my
armpits, and I figure, oh, what the hell, I've humored him this far. I've
got his money in my pocket, if he wants to lick my pits, what the
hell. Stick out your tongue and grab a freebie, Creepy.

So he licks my pits saying "Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy" over and over, then he
wants to lick my asshole, which hey, I don't mind because that part always
feels good, so why not? Help yourself.

And then he jacks off licking my asshole, and then he's done. I get dressed
and take his money and get the fuck away from that weirdo as fast as I can.

As I shut the door behind me, I still hear him grunting back there as he's
whacking his own little wiener one more time, which is glazed and goopy
with his wad and his spit and my ass and my sweat, and he's still in there
sniffing his son's gym shorts going, "Oh, Jeremy, such a sweaty boy for
Daddy. I'm sorry, baby. Daddy needed your poopy-doodle so, so badly."

And that was number two, man.

At that point I already fully understood this is a motherfucking WEIRD line
of work.

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Number three was a duet. The guy wanted me and Eduardo together.

Isn't that funny? We don't call those threesomes, like you'd think. We call
them duets. Because it's two of us working on one guy. You
know. Duets. Like the weird gay concerts they do for you gay people.

So this guy didn't even want to suck us or fuck us or anything. He just
wanted us to watch the two of us finger each other's buttholes. And that's
ALL he wanted to watch, isn't that some weird shit? I mean, don't get me
wrong. I like getting fingered. It feels good. But it's like the nachos you
get at Chili's before they bring the dinner out, you know? It's just the
chips and salsa. Your cheeseburger is still coming.

But nope, this guy just wanted to watch us finger each other.

Seriously. Eduardo got all sort of hot-and-bothered. While he was finger
fucking me, he sort of scooted down under me to suck my cock which we've
done a million times anyway, and the guy, who's got this German accent or
Italian or something is stroking his cock and hollering out, "No! No! No
with the blowjobs! Only fuck with the fingers!"

Jesus Christ, man. He almost bit our heads off.

So, wow. I just look at Eduardo and he looks at me, and we both shrug, and
it's like, well, I guess we're just going to squat here on the bed on our
hands and knees, poking each other's butts with our fingers for awhile
until this sicko jacks his dick off.

For a minute I thought, there has to be a catch to this, right? This is too
easy for a hundred bucks apiece. This is all fun and games until the guy
comes up behind one of us with a bottle of KY in his hand and a nine-inch
dildo and plows us both to the moon.

But it turns out, nope. Just fingers. This guy honest-to-God just wanted to
watch us fingerbang each other while he jacked his own cock off. It took
him about ten minutes, he came on the floor and that's all he wanted. He
paid us and he left without saying a word.

"Well, that was weird," I said to Eduardo.

"Weird with a hundred dollars each at the end," he shrugged, tossing me my
twenties. "You wanna fuck each other?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Why not? You already got my ass warmed up."

Truth be told, I like it when Eduardo fucks me. He does it deep and slow
and he's really polite.

He fucked me first, I fucked him second. We took turns like we always do,
and since the guy paid for the motel room for the night, not the hour, what
the fuck, we took off our clothes, laid in bed and kissed and watched TV,
ordered a pizza and fucked some more.

That was my third guy. But I slept good that night, curled up in Eduardo's
arms and full of fingerfucks and pizza.  What can I say. It's a messed-up
world out there.

Thank God for your friends.

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My fourth guy was so good at it, I gave it to him for free. I shoudn't, you
know. Because a kid's gotta eat. But I thought he loved me, right? I
thought he was special.

He was another date Eduardo set me up with. Eduardo gave me a lot of
referrals back in the early days. You know, when he had butt problems that
day, or when he had two guys booked in one night. I got a lot of his
carryover business, which was great, because I was just starting out.

Anyway, the next guy was a teacher, and believe me, normally you have to
watch out for teachers with a ten foot electric fence around your ass,
because fuck man, they're around their little fifth grade, sixth grade,
seventh grade boys all day, whatever it is, and they're getting all hot and
boned-up fantasizing about every single one of them.

For a hundred dollars, they want to take a semester's worth of fantasies
out on your asshole, and trust me, that hurts to the moon and back. Swear
to God, a teacher will fuck you three times up the ass for every one time a
regular guy wants to fuck you. hers store it all up.

But this guy was actually a gentleman. He was a really sweet, slow fuck,
and he said nice things to me the whole time he was doing me, which is
completely rare, because mostly guys just want to call me a whore and a
slut, and "take this, you little fucking cunt hole," and whatever keeps
them hard enough to cum.

But this guy was actually nice to me. You know. Like loving. Like you, sort
of. Only cuter.

First of all, he wanted a full date. Not just the fuck part, but actually
wanted to take me out to eat. And then to a movie. And then back to his
house to pay the piper.

But you know, it was nice when he was just spending time with me. Like in
Big Brothers and Big Sisters. And my Big Brother I got paired up with when
I was 10 never fucked me, even though I wanted him too, so in a way, this
one was sort of a fantasy for me too.

"What can I call you?" he asked me. "You know. When I make love to you."

"Just Badger," I told him, not sure if I should give him my real name.

"No, really," he said, and he said it so sweetly, it made me want to hug
him with my arms around his back and my head in his chest. I'm not used to
guys being nice to me so much, you know? I'm used to lots of them fucking
me. I'm just not used to being treated, you know, special."

"Jasey," I told him, just like I told you last night. "My real name's
Jason."

"Jason," he said softly with a smile on his face. "That's a beautiful
name."

And then he kissed me. And I melted into him. And he did it to me really,
really slow. And it was nice. It was beautiful. And afterwards, when he was
getting dressed? I slipped the money back into his pants pocket. I couldn't
take money from him. He was just too nice.

I hoped he'd call me again when he found out I gave him the money back, but
he never did. He never called Eduardo again, either.

That's the way it goes when you're us. They call you again if they're sicko
pervs. They never call again if they tell you they love you.

You're lucky you know my real name, sicko. I only told it to that one other
guy once and he never called me back. Lesson learned.

But on the bright side, nobody ever made me eggs the next morning.

So, you know.

You're ahead of the curve so far.

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And my number five time was with another kid.

It was kind of a weird one.

First of all, Eduardo kinda yelled at me for not taking the love-guy's
money.

"You are so estupido, chico," he says to me. "I know you want love. We all
want love. Hell, I want love. But money is money, papi. There's no such
thing as a special man and a special boy. To them we're all the same."

"That's not true!" I yelled at him.

"Badger!" he yelled at me. "Jason! Listen! There is no special! That's
bullshit, man. Special doesn't happen for you and for me! Stop looking for
special!"

He looked so mad at me, but I told him, "I don't care. He was nice. I can
do whatever I want with myself. I can be free if I want to. I'm not just
for sale, you know. There IS special out there. And I don't care what you
fucking say. Fuck you!"

And I really got mad at him. And I think I kind of cried that time.

But I was still so new at it, you know? And I didn't always feel good about
doing it for money back then. And if I wanted to pretend that some of the
guys were special, then fuck Eduardo. Just let me pretend. It doesn't hurt
anybody, right?

"I'm sorry, baby," Eduardo said to me. "I'm sorry I said that. It's a nice
wish. Really it is. I want to be special too someday. I hope we both find
special, okay?"

He held me and we kissed and stuff. Eduardo always kisses me to make it up
to me.

I think Eduardo's gonna move to Texas. He says there's nothing to keep him
here anymore except me. He says he might as well try Texas where the stars
at night are big and bright. I hope he doesn't go, because he's my best
friend, man. I don't know what I'd ever do without him. I'd be lost. But if
he goes, I hope it makes him happy. I hope he gets to be special.

I hope he finds someone he doesn't have to take money from. He's been doing
this for too long, you know? He deserves a nice person by now. Way more
than I do. He deserves a guy who'll be special to him, not just rent him
for a night. For an hour.

It's hard to be rented for an hour then told to go home. Especially if
you're tired. And especially if the guy is nice, you know? When he's nice
like you, sometimes you just want to be held. And sleep for a little
while. Some place safe. In his arms.

Shit, man. That makes me cry sometimes.

I'm sorry. It's been a long night. I shouldn't cry.

No. You don't have to hug me.

I'm okay. Don't worry. I can take care of myself.

I don't need anybody, sicko.

Anyway. There is no special.

It's okay.

It's just how it is.

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The fifth guy who did me was actually a guy who wanted me to fuck around
with his son first.

This one weirded me out a little. Because the son was a little younger than
me, but the guy set it up so me and his son could do all the sex stuff
first, and the guy could just start out by watching the two of us, and then
join in at the end.

So that's what we did.

"You okay with this?" I asked the kid kind of quietly, because he was a
year younger than me, and I didn't want to take advantage.

"Oh yeah," the kid says to me, super fast. "I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard
you'll be saying your prayers."

Well, wow. There's some confidence for you, right?

Oh well. As long as I get paid, a kid can say whatever he wants to
me. Doesn't matter to me what he says.

The kid was really happy about it, too. I mean, shit-ass happy. This wasn't
one of those set-ups where the kid was tricked into something he didn't
want. Holy shit, no. That kid fucked my asshole to the moon and back. He
was downright good at it. And then I shot a wad up him, and believe me,
everybody left that room with a smile on their face.

His dad fucked us both. And then the kid fucked his dad.

Man, that was a sight to see – that little kid's four inch cock pumping
in and out of his dad's asshole like he'd been doing it forever, while his
dad moaned and told him what a big boy he was, and who knows what
else. Maybe the two of them had been doing this forever. Maybe the two of
them had an understanding. I sure had an understanding when my dad came to
my room all those times after my mom fell asleep. You know. Before she died
and left me stuck with him and I sort of branched out on my own.

But oh well. Life goes on. That was my fifth. A dad and his son, looking
for one more kid to play with, I guess. Whatever gets me paid, that's what
I do. You got any more bacon?

Anyway, whatever.

There you go, sicko.

Those were my first five guys.

Happy now? Happy you heard it from me?

The kid doctor who took forever to cum in me.

The guy who pretended I was his sweaty little Jeremy in a gym suit.

The guy who wanted me and Eduardo to finger each other's buttholes while he
jacked off, the big sicko.

The guy who loved me, but never called me again, even though I gave him his
fucking money back.

And the guy who wanted to watch me and his son fuck, then fucked us both up
the ass.

And that's only the first five who did me. Believe me, it gets weirder
after that.

So weird that every night the weird just becomes ordinary.

The weird is just my average.

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I was silent for a moment, watching Badger finish the last bite of his
breakfast sandwich, like what he told me was no big deal.

"Jesus, Badger. I'm sorry I made you tell me that. I didn't know. Didn't
know it was that weird."

He laughed. Shrugged his shoulders.

"What did you think, man?" he said casually. "You thought it would be
romance? You thought my world comes with a happy ending?"

"I hope it does," I said softly, holding out my arms for him. I could see
him tense up. Reject the offer.

"Because, I'm okay," he said defensively. "Nobody has to rescue me, you
know. I've been doing this for two years now. I'm really good at it."

His lip was trembling.

"Nobody needs to be my hero, you know."

"Badger," I said softly, looking at him shaking, faking. Bravado that just
wasn't there anymore. There comes a time when it's just used-up.

"Jasey. Come here, baby."

He stood defiantly looking at me for a second, but then his composure
slipped completely. His wide eyes brimmed with tears. He looked confused,
not knowing what to do. I opened my arms again. He stepped forward and
wrapped himself into me, and suddenly, predictably, he was crying, lost and
shaking in his own searing pain.

"I'm sorry," he said between sobs. "This has just been so hard, you know?
So hard and so dumb. All of it. I don't want to do this anymore. But I've
got nowhere else to go."

I held him to me. Kissed his beautiful forehead.

"Nowhere to go," he sobbed.

"Shhhh," I whispered. "I'm gonna help you, Jasey. This is where it changes,
okay?"

"This is all I know how to do," he cried. "I don't know how to go back to
just being myself again, before. Before all this."

"Well, that's where I'm going to help you, okay? This is where I make it
okay."

"Liar," he laugh-cried.

"No," I promised.

"You'll be like the guy who never called me back."

"I won't," I said, kissing his salty eyelids. "I've been waiting forever
for a smart-ass shit like you."

He laughed and he cried. I held him and he cried.

"Nobody ever made me breakfast before," he sobbed into my warm embrace. I
felt his soft sobs vibrate deeply in my heart. His narrow fingers, little
hands made grooves in my back and held me in a desperate hug, afraid to let
me go.

"I don't want to go back out there again," he cried. "You made me
breakfast."

I held him and said, "Shhh, baby. Jasey, you don't have to go, ever."

He held onto me and he cried some more.

"I also make lunch," I told him.

He laughed. Laughed and held onto me and cried.

"I wish this morning would never, ever end," he cried as I held him.

And you know what?

It never, ever did.

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Later in my bed, I entered him slowly, holding him from behind, spooning
him gently as my penis found it's way up the tight, slippery heat of his
sweet, yielding rectum.

"Oh, Jasey," I whispered in his ear. "I love you so much. Love filling you,
love fucking you."

He clenched his ass cheeks together, sighed contentedly, closed his eyes
and let me fuck him.

"Yes," he whispered quietly. "Cum in me, please. Cum in me as deep and as
far as you possibly can. I don't want anybody else to ever do this to me
anymore. Not anybody but you."

I clenched his hips and pulled him back into me as my cock jerked forward
and flooded his insides with the deep, loving load of the semen I've been
saving all my life for a boy like this one.

"Baby," I whispered. "So good. So beautiful."

He fell asleep with my penis still pulsing inside him. Still
sticky-wet-dripping, oozing out my need for him.

It wasn't the end of Badger's tale. Not nearly. Not by a long shot.

But this morning it was enough, imbedded inside the fierce, brave boy in my
bed who learned it's okay to be safe. Okay to be held. Okay to be loved by
a man who dared to make him breakfast, give him a home, and every day, as
much as I can, love him back unendingly.

"I love you," he whispered. "I just want to say thank you. Just thank you
for this."

"Shhhh," I told him. "Just sleep, Jasey. Just sleep now and feel good."

He nestled his arched back against me, sighed and mumbled sleepily.

"Sicko," he giggled. "You still owe me money."

But then he drifted off to sleep with a smile and sweet dreams.

Still my Badger. Smart-ass as always. Lippy as fuck.

But safe now and sleeping.

And that, it turns out, was special enough for both of us.

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THE END

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Badger's friend Eduardo resurfaces again in Arlington, Texas as Boy #6 in:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/best-little-handjobs-in-texas

And like his best buddy Badger, he'll soon stop living his life on the road
and find a long-awaited love of his own down the highway in Austin, in
"Eduardo in the Elevator," coming soon to Nifty.

If you see him there, give him some kisses for me. He really is a good boy
at heart.

Like his buddy.

Like Badger.

Love,
Zach
z.blake@mail.com

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