Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 00:15:05 -0700 (MST)
From: chucketal@email.com
Subject: Grand Opening! 1

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Grand Opening1!
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It was back in 1986 that we were still finishing up the construction of a
new luxury hotel in a resort area of southern New Mexico.  Workers were
mostly finished with the major working of the building and we had guests
for our grand opening week.

One of the female entertainers had a young son who managed to entertain on
his own when his mother was out at work either at this hotel or at another
where she had continued to work.  Arrangements were made for her and her
son, Paul, to stay in a room of the hotel.

In the meantime, my living quarters were one of the last to be completed.
The kitchen, which was not high on the needs list, since we had a great
room service kitchen, was yet to be finished.  It adjoined the small living
room with only a piece of cardboard to block it off to protect the new
furnishing from all the goings on in the kitchen.

Bob, an older fellow, who knew his business, was checking out the plumbing
and electrical that the contractors had done.  Before it would be approved
he wanted to make sure that I had the best small kitchen available to me,
not that I was into cooking mind you.

It was not unusual to find young Paul keeping the contractors or the hotel
maintenance people company.  Bob was not an exception.

I spent little time in the small apartment that Bob was working in the
kitchen for and he knew that.  It was not until late at night that I would
return to take a shower and literally crash.  Day after day that was my
routine.

Unexpectedly, I had a need to return to the room to change clothes since I
succeeded in getting my dress pants brushed against some powdered sheet
rock.  The white stuff did not go well with the dark pants I was wearing so
I excused myself from my rounds in the new building to change my suit.

It was about three in the afternoon and I would have been expected to be in
or around the kitchen to see that the dinner and dining room were in order
for the evening meals for the guests.  Also I would usually pock around to
see what I might order for myself later that evening.

Most employees were familiar with my schedule so my going to my little
apartment would not have been a usual occurrence.

As I entered the apartment I went directly into the bedroom to find a clean
suit from the closet and laid it out on the bed until I could get out of
the soiled one.  Just to check to see if I had watered my plants in the
window in the living area, I took a plastic watering can from the bathroom
counter.  Without my shoes on I was silent as a mouse walking into the
living room.  I went directly to the plants to check the moisture and add a
bit more for them.

While I was watering the plants I heard some unusual noises coming from
behind the cardbooad door to the kitchen.  The cardboard had a few holes in
it so I walked over to see if there might be something the matter with Bob.
And of course my stocking feet on the carpet made not a sound.

I stood at the cardboard and peeked through a small hole to see if Bob was
there.  My line of sight was not good at that point so I found a bit larger
hole about a foot lower and to the left side of the cardboard covering of
the doorway.

What I see left me staring to first comprehend what I was seeing.  Then
once I knew what I was seeing I could not move a muscle.  I was fixed on
the sight of Paul laying flat on his stomach with his head in the crotch of
Bob.  Bob was on his back as he was working under the sink counter across
from the doorway that I was standing at.  His legs were spread open and his
pants were unzipped so that Paul could work his hot young mouth up and down
on the hard muscle extended from his crotch.

As I had said, I tried not to move a single muscle, but one had a mind of
it own.  Undoubtedly, that muscle of mine was swelling uncomfortably within
my soiled trousers.  I found my hand automatically rearranging the contents
of my cramped crotch.

'What the heck', I thought to myself, 'I might just as well get it out and
see to its needs before it gets to hurtin' more'.  I reached my hand inside
my opened zipper and took out my hard seven inches of uncut meat.  The
leaking was just starting and did not mess my underwear.

My leakings were a delicacy that I made sure were not wasted.  I wiped the
back of my hand across the tip of the head to recover the sweet juice as it
continued to leak from me.  I quickly licked the juice from my hand and let
the flavor enlighten my taste buds.  It was an unconscious act as I
continued to view Paul working over Bob.  The youngster of about twelve, at
the most, was doing a right professional job of getting Bob to a boiling
point.

Suddenly, Bob stiffened, making both Paul and myself aware that he was
about to shoot his love juices.   I kind of expected that Paul would get
away from the tube that was preparing to shoot, but he just held on tight
with both hands up and under Bob's butt muscles and forced his mouth down
the to base of that penis until it was flat against the grayish brown pubic
growth showing from within the opened pants.

Soon Paul had all that Bob was going to offer from his spent testicles, at
least for the while.  Slowly Paul slid his lips to the top of Bob's
softening member.  I could tell that Paul was still sucking for what he
could get and letting his tongue move around the head to pick up and last
taste remaining.

Truthfully, I was so busy that I never had any close contact with young
Paul, but I thought about how nice it would be to start a relationship with
the kid.  Knowing that there were late nights that his mother would be
entertaining and leaving Paul to his own devices.

There were a few times that I recall being up on the floors for some reason
and seeing Paul coming or going.  I paid little attention since he was very
much a little gentleman each time we met.  He always had a great smiling
face.  His bright dark brown eyes seemed to so perfectly clear.  I thought
that next time I will take more interest in Paul and be sure to look closer
into his eyes.

After all that stimulation, I could take no more.  I slowly and still
quietly backed away from the doorway with my hard muscle in one hand and
the other catching the drippings.  Once I was back into the bed room I let
me hand pump my muscle to a conclusion.  With a handful of tissue I let the
most of my sperm fly into it.

Hurriedly, I made my way to the bathroom in time to get cleaned up and take
a satisfying leak into the toilet.  As I put the tissue into the bowl, I
pushed the flush.  Without thinking the noise was sure to be heard in the
kitchen since the doors were still open.  I expect that both Paul, if he
was still there, and Bob might know that I was about the apartment.  I
wondered what they might have thought or said to each other.

Oh well, such as life.  I made a fast change over into the clean suit and left.

It was less than a week later that I happened to meet Paul coming down the
hall on the third floor.  Just to start a conversation, I asked if his mom
was on duty for the night.  He replied that she was not around much and
that left him to keep himself from getting bored.  The point he made was
that he walked the halls for something to do and some exercise.  I admitted
that his quarters might not offer much space for exercise for a young lad
his age.  In the back of my mind I was thinking about the exercise I had
seen him doing in my kitchen.

The night was getting late, but I thought to ask if he wanted to join me
for a snack before we turned in for the night.  He said that his allowance
was not enough for him to do that.  I told him that he was not expected to
pay if I offered.  He was a bit embarrassed at first, but I told him that
he could treat me another time.  It was a bit funny that Paul would think
that I would pay for our snack.

To be a lot bolder I told him he could come down to my apartment and watch
the late news while we had room service deliver our snack.  He was not sure
about that, so I offered to call his mom before we went down.  Paul was
afraid to disturb her for that reason and I told him that I knew her boss
real well and he would not mind if we went by the show to see that she knew
he was to join me for a late night snack before bed.

It was surprising that Paul did not know that I was that boss he was
concerned about.  In fact he was to find out that I was the boss of the
whole show, which included all of the hotel.  The company that owned the
hotel was owned by me and a couple other associates.  The associates had
money invested but I also had my time invested.

Paul and I went by the ball room and stage to find his mother.  We found
her on the side of the stage watching an act.  When she see me with her
son, she immediately asked if he was into some trouble.

I put her at ease and she recognized who I was coming into the light from
the side of the curtain.  She was very polite and called me by name.  At
first Paul retreated into himself, not knowing who I was.  It was easy in a
large hotel to not be known by people who did not work with you directly.
I think Paul was embarrassed.

Breaking the ice with his mom by letting her know that I invited Paul to
join me for a snack, relieved him some.  She went on to say how he was a
good boy and was good company for her when she was not working, which was
most of the time.

I told her that if she did not feel comfortable with Paul joining me in my
apartment I could either go to the dining room or wait until she could join
us.  She apologized immediately, but saying that she did not mind that
someone took some interest in her son.  She hoped that he would not be a
bother to me.  I smiled at her and told her that if he was a bother, I
would send him to his room.

Pauline, Paul's mom, told her son to be sure to behave.  I told her that he
would be just fine and that I would see that he was in his room after the
news and weather were over.

With that Paul and I left the stage.  I asked Paul what he liked for a
snack so that we could order it on the way to my apartment.  He thought it
would be earliest for my to just have a small ice cream Sunday or maybe a
banana split.  I said that he could have both if he did not get sick from
them.  He giggled and said his mother would kill him if she found out that
he had that much sweets.  I tended to agree with his mother and told him to
give it some thought until we got to my quarters.

As we got to the apartment, Paul told me that he had been in the kitchen
with Bob once about a week back to bring him some lunch.  I felt like
telling me about the lunch I see him getting from Bob, but I had to let
that go.

He asked if I lived there alone with which I confirmed that I did.

Paul set into motion a lot of questions as we sat and waited for our snack
to arrive and during the commercials on the TV.  Before the evening was
over he knew more about me that anyone else in the hotel.

I found out that he was not twelve for about another two months.  I was
very surprised that an eleven year old would have such an appetite for guys.

Paul did home study with his mom and did not have the fellow students for
relationships.  It was a bit sad knowing that he had a lonely life.

For the next week, each time I see Paul he let me know how much he liked
our visit together.  And each time I see Bob I thought about how I had seen
him with Paul in my kitchen.  A few times I see Bob with his arm around
Paul as they talked and walked between work projects.  It looks as if Bob
was taking Paul under his wing.  I felt I might as well leave the kid alone
and not bother befriending him much more.

There was a chance that I needed to speak with someone at the stage one
evening and Paul's mother was there.  She made it a point to see me as I was
about to leave the area.  She told me that her son was still talking about
our visit together.  I told her that I expected that Paul would have
forgetting much of that evening by then.  She said, "Oh, no!  It was a main
event for him and he hopes that you have him in again.  I told Paul not to
be bothering an important man like yourself.  I am sure you have much more
to do than put up with some kid, but I appreciate taking time with him like
you did."

With that she was called upon stage for her act and I went on my way.  As I
walked away the thought of inviting Paul back to visit was more and more
pressing upon me.  Suddenly, I turned the corner of the lobby and see Paul
walking about four rooms ahead of me.

"Hey, Paul, you a little hungry?" I inquired.  The boy stopped and turned
to face me with his usual smiling face and big bright eyes.  He was a sight
to behold standing there.  That night he was wearing a short pair of shorts
that were very revealing even for a boy of his age.

As I approached him I put my hand on his shoulder and asked again if he was
in the mood for a snack like we had that other night.  I told him that we
would have to wait until his mother finished her act before we could ask
her.  Paul spoke up quickly and said it was okay with her if he went with
me again.  So I took that as a 'yes' and asked him what he wanted for his
snack.

After about half a minute Paul told me he would only take a drink of soda
since he ate late and was not really very hungry.  He asked if I minded him
not having a snack with me.  I told him that it was wise of him to decide
not to eat too much and that we could both get a soda and see what the news
was and see the weather together.

The evening went much as it had before with one exception.  Paul fell off
to sleep before the weather was over.  I let him sleep for a time while I
got ready for bed myself.

When I woke him and told him it was time for him to got to his room, he
asked if he had to leave right away.  I told him that I had to get up early
and that I needed to go to bed right away, but agreed that I was not tired
enough to turn in right away and that he could stay for a short while
longer, if his mom did not get upset about him staying longer.

Paul said he was fine to stay longer since his mom would not be getting off
work for another two hours.  She had another two performances that would
end at about one thirty in the morning.  I told Paul that I could wait up
for only another hour at most and then he would have to go home.

All the while I got the impression that the boy was checking me out.  Under
my robe I wore only my undershorts and no shirt so he could easily see that
I was nearly nude.  I had no thoughts about it as it was my usual nighttime
dress before going to bed.

All the time I sat on the chair off the corner of the couch, Paul sat at
the far end of the couch.  Each time I looked in his direction his eyes
were not on the TV, but he was watching me.  It made me somewhat nervous,
not knowing what the kid was thinking.

My thoughts went back to the day when I see him with Bob in the kitchen and
as they did I started to swell in my crotch.  The way I was sitting I had
to work at hiding myself and Paul seemed to sense what I was moving about
to rearrange my crotch contents and keep myself covered.

The light from the TV and the lamp were enough to make us both visible to
each other.  The boy was noticeably hard within his short shorts and he did
not seem to mind that I could see him like that.  I was almost embarrassed
for him, but his innocence was very appealing to me.

'What to heck,'  I said to myself.  'If this kid is not ashamed of his
inflation then maybe I should not be either'.

I moved my leg to allow my robe to naturally open a bit to display my
undershorts and my own bulge.  He did not bat an eyes as he looked my way.
There was not a single doubt that he could see me and take in all my
package.  He eyes were glued to my crotch for a few minutes.  When his eyes
met my, he smiled bigger than ever before.  There was a discernible
flickering gleam in his eye.

That had to stop before I was out of control and the kid got ideas about
something that was not to take place, with me at least.  I told Paul that I
was getting too tired to stay awake any longer so that he needed to go to
his room.  I lied of course about being tired.

Paul gave me a great big smile as he got up from the couch making sure that
I could see his erection under his flimsy shorts.  He did not try to change
my mind and made his way to the door and said 'good night'.

To be sure, that as soon as he left, I bolted the door and made my way to
the bedroom to spread out across the bed and relieve my swollen muscle.
Once I shoot my load I fell off into a deep slumber.
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The next morning I woke with semen crusted over my midsection and on my
hand.  It was a rare thing that I would go to bed in such a messy
condition.  I must have really been tired not get up and shower before
going to sleep.

Anyway, after a quick shower all the evidence of the night before was gone.
As was my schedule, I made my way to the dining room for a hardy breakfast.
To my pleasant surprise Paul came in shortly after I sat down to await my
order.  He boldly made his way to my table, pulled out a chair from under
the table and sat down saying, "Good morning Mr. Stone.  How was your
night?"

"It was just fine, thank you", was my reply from behind a newspaper that I
placed to the side of the table.  "You are up bright and early.  Are you
usually up this early?"

"Had to get out to let Mom sleep in.  I stay away until she has some
breakfast and it is time for my school lessons.  She get nasty some
morning, so I get out and leave her alone.  You ever been married?", asks
Paul of me.

"You get kind of personal don't you?!  I am married to my work and have not
found anyone to put up with me yet.  How about you?  You got someone
special in your life?  A girl friend, maybe?", I inquired of Paul.

"Naw...ain't old 'nuf for that mushy stuff."

"You do like girls don't you?", I queried of him.

"Just don't like their mushy ways.  My mom goes mushy on me enough."

"Well, what are you doing for breakfast?  Are you going to join me?"

"Only if yo don't think I am beggin' ya."

"You want me to beg you to have breakfast with me?"

"Don't be silly, Mr. Stone.  I just don't want my mom to say that I have
been taken from you.  She is kind of strict about that."

"Oh, don't you worry about that.  I will be careful that she knows I
invited you and not the other way around.  You look like you could use a
bit to eat."

"You bet I do."

The waiter was on his way in our direction to serve another customer so I
let him know that he could get an order from my young friend and bring both
orders at the same time.  In the meantime I asked that he bring a small
pitch of orange juice and a few slices of melon to keep us interested.

Paul and I chatted for a few minutes about not much of anything until the
melon and orange juice was delivered.  Between Paul's many bites of melon
and swallowed down by orange juice he told me most of the history of how he
and his mother came to be there.  I found it interesting, but asked few
questions or made comments.  It was his time to express himself and I was
thinking about the rest of my day of work.

Breakfast was served and Paul made quick of making an egg omelet with toast
disappear.  The kid seemed to have a hollow leg or two.  It made me smile
to see him eat so well.

"Tell you what, Paul, I can use some assistance for awhile this morning.
Are you able to help me out some?"

"What ya need o' me?" he managed to ask between bits of fruit added to the
table.

"Well, I have all these reports to carry around with me.  I was hoping to
find someone to help me carry them.  Do you think I could have you do that
and keep me company too?  It would be a great help to me.  Let us say I am
letting you work off breakfast."  I negotiated with him.

"Is that all you need?" he asked.

"YUP!' I responded in his mannerism.  "Can you make check marks too?"

"Sure can.  You want me to check things off for ya?"

"Sure do.  When you are ready we will get to work.  Then when your mom is
ready you can go to your lessons.  A deal, Assistant Paul?"

Paul gave me a big smile and said, "Can I take a banana with us?"

"I chuckled and said, "If I don't get driven to bananas too!"

He just laugh a little and got up from the table and took a banana into his
hand.  "I'm ready, boss."

It must be known that I was fully capable of carrying my clip board and
checking off items, but it was much nicer to have Paul's company and see
his face and body next to me.

We went to my office just off the main lobby.  Paul was very impressed with
all the equipment and space in my office.  I let him take a good look
before I announced that it was work time.

The next hour and a half was a pleasant time for me with my new assistant.
Before I knew it, it was time to return Paul to his mom.  I walked him to
his room as he let himself in.  Then off to work to get my mind back to my
alone routine.

There were many people to interact with in the process of operating a
resort hotel, especially as it was still an uncompleted building in many
respects.  There was always those few daily meetings with staff and
department heads as well as contractors.

It did not seem long before my lunch meeting and the afternoon were coming
to an end.  With all the activity, I had very little time for personal
thoughts and Paul.  And then it was time to check in with the kitchen to
see if they needed anything before the evening meal rush and see what I
might be having for my own meal.

I went back to the front office to see what was happening with the guest
numbers before going to the kitchen.  As was usual I had messages to deal
with and prioritize call backs.  One of my messages was from Bob the
contractor who was checking up on the other contractors and worked directly
for the hotel to see that everything went together as planned and in proper
operating condition.  He was the same guy who was serviced by Paul in my
private kitchen some weeks before.

Bob's call back was not as urgent as a couple of others so I put it aside
until I could get back to it.  Perhaps my inner mind thought of keeping him
for last or maybe I was concerned about meeting with him.

Before the close of the day, I phoned Bob to find that he was on another
call.  Rather than stay one hold I told the person who answered that Bob
could call me as soon as he was free to.

In about ten minutes I was informed that Bob was returning my call.  I was
reluctant, but knew I had to talk with him.

Bob greeting me with a happy voice on the other end of the line and told me
that he wanted to show me around the building as he had finished most of
his inspection.  And matter of factly, he said that it would be good for
him to familiarize me with new appliances in my new kitchen.  He ended by
asking when I could fit him into my schedule, adding that it could be after
working hours if that was better for me.

I told Bob that I was free to accompany him later that afternoon.  He said
he would meet me at my office sharply at 4:30 PM and would need no more
than an hour for the tour of inspection.  I agreed and hung up.

At exactly the appointed time Bob arrived at my office.  We shock hands and
off we went on the building tour.  There were only a few things to explain
to me before we ended up in my new kitchen.

Before long we were in a conversation about the problems he had found under
the sink.  The sink drain was not tight and therefore each time water was
flushed down the drain a few drops leaked onto the floor beneath it.  And
while he was under there he made sure that the disposal was not causing the
leak.

I knew I had to bring up the fact that I had seen him with Paul in my
kitchen but I was not sure how or when I might get to say something.  But
before I had to decide, Bob mentioned that Paul was bored and came along
about the time he was going out to find someone to help him operate the
disposal while he viewed it from under the sink.

Since he brought it up, I mentioned that I thought I heard him and Paul one
day when I came back to change my soiled suit.  He asked if that bothered
me with Paul there in my apartment.

Naturally, I wanted to tell Bob that I had seen them together, but said
that I heard their conversations.  Bob face changed slightly and got a few
shades darker.  He said he thought he heard someone in the other room
behind the cardboard but was not sure.

I said, "Oh, yes.  I was there for sure."  I smiled at him and he did not
know what to say.  So I continued, "I understand Paul is a very friendly
kid.  He was not saying much that day, but I could hear what you were
saying to him."  Bob seemed to look sick like when I mention hearing them.

I asked, "Did you know that there was a small opening in the cardboard?"

"Really?!"  said Bob.

"Yes, but I don't want you to feel alarmed about what I see Paul doing with
you.  I expect he was enjoying your company, from what I could see."

That allowed us to discuss Paul and his situation at the hotel.

Bob said that Paul had spent time with him before and was most helpful.

I smiled and told Bob that I had thought about needing that sort of help
ever since I see them together.

He seemed relieved to hear that.  Not only that, he was growing a bulge as
I watched him.  He leaned back against the counter and said, "I think I
know what you mean.  It must be hard on a young guy like yourself to get
help with all the activity going on in this place."  Then he rubbed his
hand up across his hard muscle.

Boldly, I said, "It looks like you could use some help right now.  It is
too bad Paul is not around to help now."

"He could be with a phone call" Bob smiled back at me.

"Are you kidding?  Do you think he would help you out just like that?  You
want to use the phone, you can.  You want me to leave?"  I inquired.

"Heck no.  Paul tells me he likes to find more guys to service.  If you are
serious I can see if you would be willing to help us both."

I swallowed hard and said, "Well, why not.  We don't want to disappoint
Paul, do we?"

"Of course not.  I'll just give him a call and see what he is up to."

Bob dialed the telephone as I sat to listen for a response.

Bob said, "Hi Paul.  What are you up to tonight?  (pause)  You want to get
together?  (pause)  You remember the day we were in Mr. Stone's apartment
and what you did for me?  (pause)  Well, we were not the only ones in the
apartment that day.  (longer pause)  Yes, he was, but don't worry about
him.  He is here now and he wants you to join us tonight, if you will.
(pause)  Of course, I am serious.  What do you think about that?  (pause)
Okay, we will be waiting for you in Mr. Stone's apartment."

Bob looked at me, hung up the telephone receiver and said, "Paul is on his
way down here.  He could not believe me at first.  But you heard what I
said."

"What about his mother", I asked.

"He says his mother is going out on a date after the show ends in the
morning, so that takes care of that worry", answered Bob.

Bob suggested that we surprise Paul by being undressed and 'hard up' for
him.  He thought the kid would have fun with that.

We were just slipping off our underwear when a faint knock was heard at the
door.  Bob went to the door to see through the spy hole and shock his head
that it was our special guest.  He hide behind the door and showed only his
head when he opened the door to Paul.

Paul stepped into the room and Bob closed the door behind him.  The boy
stood there looking at me with my hard six and a half skinless shaft
sticking out from my crotch.  Then he looked behind him to see Bob doing
the same with his thick five and a half inches extended from his mound of
grayish brown pubic hair.

Bob came by Paul and sat on the end of the bed and patted for me to sit
next to him.  Instinctively, I sat down and watched our boy to see what he
would do next.

Paul smiled once he was over the shock of seeing us there.  Bob said, "We
thought we would save time and get right down to business.  What do you
think about that Paul?"

I was starting to leak pre-cum and Bob held onto his member to entice Paul
further.

Bob said, "You can start with our host first.  I can wait to be next.  Go
ahead Paul he looks like he is ready for your mouth around his hot rod.  It
is not polite to keep a man in his state waiting too long.  Help yourself."

Paul moved forward slowly and Bob reached out to move him faster and I
asked him to take his time.  I wanted to see the boy's response to us both.
It was making me hotter and harder by the second.

Once he was close up in front of me, Paul looked down my body to my crotch.
He slowly slid down to his knees, looking at me all the while, perhaps to
see my reaction to him.

My pee slit was leaking so much by then that the precum was beginning to
run down the bottom of the penis head to the upper shaft.  Paul glanced at
the juices from my body and tenderly licked them with his tongue.  As his
tongue went under the shaft the mouth went over the head, engulfing it.
With a few licks of his tongue, Paul had most of me penis head and shaft
inside his mouth.  There was no waste of time getting down to it.

Before long I was nearly screaming as I let loose of my load which Bob
informed me was for Paul to taste and not waste.  Paul was taking every
drop and was still sucking for more.  I was completely limp and nearly
ready to get back up when I was released.

Bob took his turn and was ready to give up his juices in a few minutes.  I
could only sit and catch my breath from a fantastic sucker like Paul was.

Bob gasped loudly and let his juices get sucked into the boy's mouth as I
had done.  Paul held onto Bob's man meat for as long as he could or until
it got so limp it fell from his mouth.

There was a minute or so before Bob got his breath to speak.  "How was that
boss?"

I told him, "That was great.  How did you ever learn how to do that so
well", I directed my question to Paul.

"It was this guy that my mom dated once.  I think we spent more time
together than he did with Mom", admitted Paul.

"That was undoubtedly one of the best experiences I have ever had.  Can one
of us do the same for you? I asked the boy.

Immediately Paul said, "I don't think so.  It would be too much for you guys."

"How much could and eleven year old be for us?" asked Bob.  "Hey you never
took my offers before.  How come, Paul?  We own you big time now."

"You guys don't need to do that to me", said Paul.

"Oh, but we want to, Paul.  I think you are just a bit shy.  That is all.
Hey you have seen us guys. It is only fair that you be seen too", I added.

Paul hesitated and said, "I don't know.  You guys might laugh."

"For goodness sakes, how would we laugh at you after how close we were just
a few minutes ago.  Wouldn't you like to get sucked off? Bob asked as he
stood and placed a hand on Paul's shoulder.

Paul looked up and Bob and said, "Of course I would like that too, but I am
just afraid you guys would laugh at me when you see me."

I jokingly said, "How unusual can an eleven year old be for us to see?"

Paul said, "Okay, but if you guys laugh at me, I am going back home."

Bob and I assured the boy that he was save with us.  I could see a big
bulge in the boy's shorts.

With anticipation, Bob and I were about to offer more inducement when Paul
whipped his shorts down to the floor.  And there standing up from his
hairless testies was an enormous penis for a boy of his age.  It must have
been nearly six inches long.  It was the most beautiful thing I remember
seeing to that time in my history.  There is was sticking up toward the
boy's belly button.

Bob and I looked in amazement at that boy's hard rod in front of us.  It
put our manhoods to shame.  I was so stunned, I could not think about
laughing at it.

Sucking was not a big thing for me, but I looked at Paul's hard skin
covered penis head and just wanted to taste what was inside it.

Bob was the first to come down from the shock, "Now what is there to laugh
at there?  How about you Mr. Stone?  Don't you think that is a wonderful
mouth full?

"It sure is.  How about it Bob?  You going to let me have it first? I asked.

"Your the boss, Boss.  Let him be your treat.  What you think about that
Paul?  Could Mr. Stone get a taste of you first?"

Paul clarified for us, "I don't got no juice yet."

I said, "Bet you will feel great in my mouth, juice or none.  You ready for
a sucking, Paul?"

"Just lay back on the bed and we will give you what is called a trip around
the world", said Bob.  He said to me as Paul laid back on the bed, "You get
the bone and I will take the sack and the rest of his belongings."  And Bob
stuffed a pillow under Paul and went to work on his testies and butt hole
while I licked and sucked to boy to ecstasy.

It was not doubt that our over hung boy was enjoying his sucking good time.
Bob rimmed, sucked and licked his hairless testicles while I continued to
give his penis shaft and head all the attention I could with what little
experience I had;

Before long Paul was riding high on his dry climax.  He clinched his fist
and his body tried hard to eject something, anything from a pair of
unresponsive young testicles.  His hardness in my mouth was known by the
way he kept trying to push the head down my throat.  He managed to finally
get all he had down as far as he get it into me until his soft flesh was at
my chin and mouth and nose.

The boy faded away into an after glow that left him weak as a kitten.
While the trembling died down, Bob kept rimming the youngster and keeping
him up in the passions.

There may not have been any juices from the boy, but he offered a wonderful
taste that only a boy can off.  Not that I had much experience to draw on
before I was enticed by Paul and Bob.

Once Bob finished with the exhausted boy, he announced it was getting late
and that he had best be getting home.  He got dressed and told Paul that he
could walk him to his room if he was ready to go and if I was through with
him.

I told him that I was sure that Paul had enough for one night and bid them
both a good night.

They left and I was pondering how I got myself into a situation with a mere
boy.  It was enough for me to get involved with an employee but with a
youngster like Paul it was frightening yet piquant.  I knew that I was
going to have more encounters with both Bob and Paul.  I was just not sure
how I allowed myself such.
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Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431   Copyright (c) 1999 .
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