Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:14:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Just Like Old Times 4

Just Like Old Times - Part 4

It was Thursday evening... the last night before his wife and
kids came back from their short trip out-of-town.  As the man
made the now-familiar drive from the suburbs to the city, his
mind focused on the erotic adventures he would have with the sexy
13-year-old hustler.

Bobby was waiting at the arranged spot in the park -- a deserted
picnic pavilion off the road -- and began walking toward him.
The man hopped out of the car, meeting the boy half-way.

"Hi Bobby!  Shall we go back to my place again tonight?"

"Sure.  Your house is awesome, Billy."  The boy hugged the man,
with his face pressed tightly to the man's chest.  The man was
surprised and delighted by the gesture, and he hugged Bobby in
return, arms encircling the boy's shoulders and back.  The man
nuzzled the lad's dark hair, breathing in the arousing boy-scent.

Bobby loosened his grip a bit and looked up into the man's face.
"I'm glad it's just the two of us this time.  I got kinda jealous
when you and Travis were doin' sex stuff together last night."

"I'm glad too," the man replied, with a warm smile.

As they walked toward the car, the man pulled out his wallet.
The boy-prostitute had required payment of his fee in advance at
their three previous encounters.

"I don't want to do it for money tonight, Billy," said the boy,
as he pushed away the hand holding a 20 and a 10.  "I want it to
be like we were... I don't know... not doin' it for money."

"Are you sure, Bobby?"

"Yeah... but don't expect it to be free next time," he said with
a big smile and a wink, as he opened the passenger door of the
expensive sedan.

During the 20-minute drive to the man's upscale neighborhood,
Bobby snuggled close to the man.  The man kept his right arm
around the boy's shoulder most of the time, squeezing
affectionately, as Bobby's hand caressed the man's thigh.
Rock music played on the radio, not too loud, and there was only
minimal conversation.

They pulled into the garage and entered the house through the
inside door.

"A beer?" asked the man, opening the refrigerator and offering a
bottle.

"Sure," replied the boy, and he took several swallows right away.

As he had the night before, Bobby picked out a CD for the living
room stereo... this time a softer selection -- Cowboy Junkies
"Trinity Session" -- and they sat down close together on the
sofa.  As the man put his arm around Bobby, the boy rested his
head against the man's shoulder.  They sat silently for a while,
listening to the spare, evocative music.  The boy seemed deep in
thought.

"Billy," the boy said at last, in a serious tone.  "I need to
tell you something."

"Sure.  Go right ahead."

"You know how I said I don't do gay stuff, like making out and
sucking and... you know... taking a cock in my ass."

"Yes... and I'm OK with that," said the man.

"Well, it's not true.  I've done those things.... Done all that
stuff with Travis a bunch of times.  And sometimes I do blow-jobs
for customers, when they really want it and pay me extra."  His
eyes looked away from the man's face, as if in shame.

Then his eyes turned back to meet the man's, and the words
started flowing quickly.  "I don't want people thinking I'm gay.
And *I* don't want to think I'm gay either.  I don't look like it
or act like it, right?... you know,  like Travis gets all
sissy-acting sometimes, or those men you see downtown who want to
tell the whole fuckin' world how gay they are ... my friends call
them 'flaming fags' and make fun of them.  I want to be straight,
Billy.  I had a girlfriend during school, ya know... and we would
make out together, and it was nice. But I also like to... you
know... I like to do stuff with guys.  It feels so good, and I
daydream about it all the time.... I'll see a certain kinda guy
and think about doing sex with him, and I get an incredible boner
and need to find a place to jack off....  But I'm not gay!  You
understand what I'm saying?"

"I know exactly what you're saying, Bobby.  I'm in the same
situation.  I guess you know I'm married."  The boy nodded.
"... and I like having sex with women just fine.  But ever since
I was your age, I've known that sex between guys was wonderful.
And ever since I met you... well, I'm totally certain there's
something very special and totally-right about the way you and I
make each other feel good."

The boy smiled, for the first time in the conversation.  "Yeah!
That's for sure!"

"As for whether you're gay or straight... well, I think most guys
are bisexual.  I know I am.  And it all comes down to how you
want to live your life... you can emphasize your straight side
like I did, but still have sex with guys.  Or you can emphasize
your gay side and be like those 'flamers' you were talking about,
but maybe fool around with women sometimes.  You have lots of
time to decide.  For a guy your age, it makes sense not to label
yourself.  But it's really good if you can find someone you
trust... who you can talk to about anything and everything.
And maybe that person will be somebody you can even fall in love
with."

Bobby wrapped his arms around the man's chest and hugged him
tightly, saying nothing.

The man continued,  "I hope, Bobby, that you'll feel like you can
trust me."

Bobby looked up at the man.  His eyes glistened with moisture.
"I do, Billy,"  he said in a hoarse near-whisper.  Then he
climbed onto the man's lap, straddling his hips, and wrapped his
arms around the man's neck.  "I trust you."

The man embraced the boy lovingly, and they hugged, without
saying another word.  Bobby's face pressed against the man's neck
and shoulder, breathing the man's scent, trying not to cry.  The
man buried his face in the boy's hair.

"I was thinking about you all day today; every minute," said
Bobby, bringing his face up to look into the man's eyes.  His
hands moved along the man's strong arms.  "You're exactly what I
want to be when I grow up... and I feel really good when I'm with
you."  He leaned forward and kissed the man's lips... gently at
first... then more firmly... then snaking his tongue into the
man's mouth.  The man responded with joyful pleasure, wrapping
his arms tightly around the boy.  His hands worked their way up
under the boy's shirt, roaming over the warm, smooth skin of his
back, feeling the wiry youthful muscles just beneath the surface.
He was amazed at how good a kisser the boy was... sultry,
playful, inventive... sometimes aggressive, other times
passive... but most of all, utterly sexy!

"Want to get in the hot tub?" asked the man when their long kiss
finally broke.  "I can't wait to rub against your naked body in
the warm water."

"Yeah," sighed the boy, leaning forward to kiss the man again
before climbing off his lap.

Walking across the floor to the back patio, they left a trail of
clothing along the way.  By the time they got to the tub, they
were both naked... the man's cock half-hard... the boy with a
raging boner pointing toward the dark sky.  They climbed into the
100-degree water, with the jets of bubbles swirling around them,
and settled back into the built-in seats across from each other.
Bobby stretched a leg out and rubbed his foot against the man's
well-developed chest, feeling the soft hairs with his toes.  The
man brought his hands to the foot and fondled it.

"You get off on my feet, don't you?" said the boy.

"Yes; that's right... do you mind?"

"Are you kidding?!"  Bobby lifted his slender foot out of the
water and touched it to the man's mouth.  "It feels awesome when
you suck my toes," he said, with a sly grin.

The man lost no time accepting the invitation, holding the size-7
foot in his hands and sliding his lips over the big toe.  Sucking
and licking it like it was a fat little cock, the man felt a
surge of sexual excitement.  His lust rose even further when the
boy's other foot slid up to the man's crotch and began rubbing
against his erection.  Bobby spread his toes apart, and the man
sucked each one... moving gradually down the line until he was
fellating the little toe.  Then he licked the whole foot in broad
strokes of his tongue.  When he was done, he looked at the boy
and smiled.

"Nice!" said Bobby, as his foot finally sank back in the water.

"Yeah!" sighed the man.

"Wanna make out some more?" suggested the boy.  And without
waiting for a reply, he waded over and straddled the man's lap,
just as they'd been on the sofa, but this time totally naked.

The two bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle... their
erections rubbing together sensuously under water... arms wrapped
around each other, drawing their bodies even closer.  Bobby
kissed the man's shoulder, his mouth and tongue tasting the
masculine essence.  The boy's lips kissed their way up the man's
neck, to his earlobe, to his jaw-line.  A line of gentle kisses
brought Bobby to the man's lips, and again they became lost in
the explorations of their tongues and lips... kissing deeply,
hungrily.  The more intensely they kissed, the more urgent became
the wet rubbing-together of their tensing bodies.  The erotic
atmosphere was thick and pungent, and the man's whole being
throbbed with desire for the boy.  When their mouths finally
separated, they were both breathless, flushed, supremely aroused.

"You feel so wonderful," sighed the boy against the man's ear, so
quietly it was almost inaudible... an escaped thought rather than
an intentional statement.

The man kissed the boy's thick hair, and his hands began
massaging Bobby's slender round ass cheeks.  As his fingers
stroked the exquisitely-soft skin, they worked their way into the
crack.  Bobby's torso leaned into the man's chest and he thrust
his ass up and back, inviting the man's continued probing.  The
man's fingertip began rubbing a deliciously-erotic circle around
Bobby's anal pucker.  The boy flexed his anus open, and the
finger slid in, knuckle-deep.

"Oh, Christ!  It feels so good when you play with my asshole!"
said the boy with giddy, unrestrained lust.  When Bobby realized
what he'd done, he covered his mouth with his hand, knowing that
his words had been loud enough to carry to the closest
neighboring house, and perhaps other homes as well, in the quiet
night air.

"Maybe we should go inside," said the man, smiling.  "It wouldn't
be good to get a bunch of cum in the hot-tub."  Bobby was
relieved that the man wasn't angry, and they kissed again before
climbing out.

They dried off at the back door and came inside, towels wrapped
around their waists.  The CD was still playing the quirky mellow
music, and the boy went to pick up his almost-empty beer
bottle... finishing it with a swallow.  Bobby looked at the
pictures on the wall above the stereo... photographs of a 7-year-
old girl and 10-year-old boy.

"Those are your kids," said the boy.  It was a statement rather
than a question.

"Yes," the man replied.  "My wife and kids are out of town for a
couple days."

"How long ago were the pictures taken?" asked the boy.

"Just before last Christmas."

"What's the boy's name?  He kind of... you know... cute."

"Steve.  We've always called him Stevie.  He's 10."

"Can I see his room?"

"Sure," said the man, and they walked up the stairs, passing the
master bedroom.

As they entered the son's room, Bobby looked around with wide
eyes... and more than a little jealousy.  Steve had a fairly
large room, with two twin beds (one of them unmade and
disheveled), an assortment of expensive sports equipment, an
Apple computer, a small TV, model airplanes hanging from the
ceiling, and thousands of Lego pieces... some assembled as
vehicles or buildings or space ships, others in big plastic bins.
Bobby explored every nook.  It was a dream-room to his eyes. He
even started looking through Steve's dresser, and the man didn't
object.  Bobby pulled out a pair of underpants... white, with
Star Wars pictures on them.

"Can I put these on?" he asked, as he dropped the towel and stood
naked.

"Sure; why not," said the man indulgently, as he watched the boy
pull on underpants that were a size too small... and all the more
sexy because of it.  Bobby's penis and balls were prominently
outlined by the soft white material, and his incredibly cute butt
was perfectly displayed... decorated by little pictures of
starships and droids.

The boy went over to the unmade bed and sat down on it, running
his hand along the soft cotton sheets with his hand.  He stopped
and looked up at the man.  "He wets the bed at night, doesn't
he."  (His accent made the last words sound like "dud-nee".)

"Yes.   How did you know?"

"The plastic cover underneath the sheet.  I had the same thing
until I stopped wetting my bed... about a year ago."

"He's getting a lot better lately.  Dry most nights."

"Do you ever get him up in the middle of the night to take him to
pee?" asked Bobby.

"Why, yes... Just before I go to sleep."  The man's mind veered
to thoughts of rousing Steve at 12:30 in the morning, walking him
across the hall, wearing only his underpants, to empty his
bladder.

"Do you... like... stand behind him and hold his dick while he
pees?"

The man was so surprised that he couldn't even speak for a
moment.  It was as if Bobby could read his thoughts... as if the
boy had been there watching the man helping his half-asleep son
pee in the middle of the night... holding his immature penis
while the urine flowed into the toilet.  The man had always
struggled to supress a forbidden urge each time he touched his
son's penis.  He was less successful, however, at supressing the
fantasies his imagination sometimes generated.

"Yes.... I do that," said the man at last.

"Seems like you do the same thing for Stevie that my Dad did for
me when I was younger.  I really liked to have him do it."

"I don't think Steve ever really wakes up all the way.  He's a
really sound sleeper," said the man.

"Billy, do you... did you ever...."

"Did I ever what?" asked the man, his curiosity fully engaged.

"If Steve is dry when you come in at night, do you ever suck his
dick as a reward?"

The man's mouth dropped open.  "Of course not!"  he said
emphatically, reflexively disavowing the taboo sexual scenarios
that sometimes materialized in his head when he masturbated.
Then he reached out and touched the boy's arm.  "Sorry.  I didn't
mean to sound angry... it's just that I don't do sexual things
with Stevie."  But once again, the boy had seemed to enter the
man's most private thoughts.  Then it occurred to him.  "Does
your father..."

"Yeah; when I was young.  He would come into my room at night and
check to see if I was dry.  And if was, he'd give me a special
reward when we finished going to the bathroom.  He would play
with my dick and bring the special feeling.  I think it was
almost like I was cumming, but no sperm came out of my boner back
then.  Sometimes he used his fingers to give me the special
feeling, but other times he used his mouth.  I guess that was a
bad thing for him to do, huh?"

The man thought for a moment.  "Did he force you to do it?"
The boy shook his head from side to side.  "Did he do anything
you didn't want?" asked the man.  Bobby shook his head again.
"Did it make you uncomfortable?"  This time, the boy laughed out
loud.

"No way!  It felt amazing!" said Bobby.

"Well... I don't think fathers and sons should do those things...
but I wouldn't call it 'bad'."

"Mom came in and found him sucking my dick one time, when I was
9.  She kicked Dad out of the house.  I haven't seen him since...
not even a letter or a phone call."

"Oh, Bobby," said the man, sitting down next to the boy and
putting his arm around his shoulder.  "I'm so sorry."

"I really missed him, Billy.  Mom kept telling me that doing sex
with him was incredibly bad.  I felt so guilty, because I liked
what he did... so maybe it was my fault.  And if I played with my
dick and made it get stiff, I felt so dirty that I tried to not
ever touch myself down there.   Last year I started fooling
around with Travis... he showed me how to shoot cum, and how to
do all sorts of stuff.   I decided that Mom was talking bullshit,
and I don't feel guilty or dirty about it at all anymore."

There was an interval of silence.  The man could think of nothing
to say... only to wrap his arms around the boy and hold him
tight.

"Billy?" said the boy at last. "Could we do something?  A game,
kinda?"

"I guess so.  What?"

"Would you... pretend you were my Dad... and you were, like,
coming to my room at night?"

The man looked into Bobby's hopeful face, and he knew he couldn't
refuse... he had no desire to refuse anyway.  "Sure," said the
man, feeling a growing buzz of excitement in his brain.

Bobby explained the details of the nightly ritual... and all
about the "special reward" when he had been dry.

"I understand, Bobby.  You get in Steve's bed, and I'll turn out
the light, then come back in and be your dad?"

"Yeah.... And, uh, could you put on pajama pants?  Dad always
wore them.  No shirt, though."

"Sure."

As Bobby pulled the covers over his body, the man leaned down and
kissed his cheek.  "Good night, son," he said softly.  Then he
clicked off the light and walked quickly back to his own bedroom,
turning off other lights as he went.  His heart was racing.  Even
though they were ostensibly playing out Bobby's daddy/son
scenario, if conformed so closely to the man's own fantasies it
was incredible.  He put on a pair of soft cotton pajama pants and
headed back to the room.  Entering in the dark, he made his way
to the bed.  The covers were still pulled over the boy, who lay
on his back, silent and still.  Just like when he checked on
Stevie at night, the man slipped his hand beneath the covers...
down to the front of the boy's underpants... feeling with his
fingers... feeling dryness... feeling the penis beneath the
material.

"Good boy... totally dry," he murmured softly.  "I'm so proud of
you, Bobby," he said, as he pulled back the covers and lifted
Bobby to a standing position.  "Let's go to the bathroom so you
can pee."

"OK, Daddy," said Bobby in a sleepy-sounding little-boy voice, as
the two walked together in near-darkness to the bathroom across
the hall.

The man felt a surge of emotion at hearing the boy call him
'Daddy', and his penis began to stiffen beneath the loose
material of the pajama pants.

The man stood behind Bobby, his bare chest against the boy's
back, spooning the lad's body with his own. A dim night-light lit
the scene. His fingers slid between the waistband and Bobby's
warm skin,  and he eased the snug underpants just enough to free
the boy's penis.  The man's left arm wrapped around Bobby's chest
while his right hand went to the warm soft penis, holding it with
his thumb and two fingers.

"Let go of your pee... Bobby."  It was so similar to his ritual
with his own son that he almost called the boy 'Stevie'.

The flow of urine cascaded down into the toilet, as the man felt
the slight vibration of the penis shaft in his fingertips.  His
face nuzzled the top of the boy's head, and he inhaled the rich
boy-smell.  His left hand was exploring now, toying with the tiny
hard nipples on Bobby's chest... gliding along the taut waist...
sliding down to play with the boy's loose ball-sack.  The penis
was becoming stiff by the time the flow stopped.

"All done, Daddy," said Bobby in a boyish high-pitched voice as
he looked back over his shoulder and smiled.

"Do you want Daddy to give you the special reward now?"

"Oh yes, Daddy... please.  I've already got a stiffy.  Feel it."

Bobby took the man's hand and brought it to his crotch, pressing
it against the erection.

"You feel so good, Stevie... er, I mean, Bobby," said the man,
embarrassed at having used the wrong name.

"It's OK," whispered the boy.  "You call me Stevie.  We already
did my game for a while, and it was great!  Now we should do your
game.  Want to pretend that I'm Stevie?  And you can do anything
you've ever thought about in your daydreams?  I'll do whatever
you like.  Really... anything."  Then kissed the man's chest, and
his lips sucked at a nipple.  His hand pressed against the pajama
pants to stroke the man's cock.

The man, already aroused, felt a surge of excitement unlike
anything he'd ever known.  He would never actually have sex with
Stevie (would he?), but maybe if he could role-play the whole
thing with Bobby....  He lifted Bobby's chin with his hand,
leaned down, and kissed his lips, pressing gently, sliding on the
boy's warm mouth in warm, wet eroticism.  Bobby's arms wrapped
around the man's neck and he kissed the man deeply.

"I love you, Stevie," said the man, his voice almost cracking
with emotion and erotic tension.

"I love you too, Daddy," said the boy, softly.

"I'm going to take down your underpants and suck your penis,
Stevie," murmured the man, as he sank to his knees.  It was so
arousing to say those words, to imagine it was his own son
standing there in the near-darkness.

"Yes...  I want you to, Daddy."

The man pulled the briefs down, fully revealing the boy's
erection and soft ball-sack.

"Oh, Stevie... Your penis is so beautiful!"

"Suck it, Daddy," murmured the boy.  "Suck my stiffy and make it
feel good."

The man's whole body trembled as his lips enveloped the slender
erection, sliding all the way down the shaft as his tongue
lovingly slathered around it.  His lips moved back up again, then
quickly down.  The man and boy both groaned with pleasure as the
man's mouth began to move with the erotic rhythm of sucking.

Bobby's fingers entwined in the man's hair, riding his head as it
bobbed up and down.  The man's mouth slid along the entire length
of the erection again and again, hungry for the incredible
pleasure of cock-sucking a boy... thrilled by the fantasy that he
was sucking his 10-year-old son.  His hands cupped the boy's
slender ass, and he kneaded the butt-flesh, encouraging the boy
to thrust his hips.  The man sucked with all the intensity he
could muster, eager to feel the erection in the throes of orgasm,
hungry to taste the boy's spurting cum.

"Play with my bottom-hole, Daddy," moaned the boy in a needy
voice.

The man's finger made a detour to pick up a glob of saliva and
then slid between the boy's ass cheeks.  As it pressed against
clenched pucker, the muscle flexed open to accept the finger.
All the while, the man's lips and tongue were working the boy's
boner with machine-like intensity, urging the semen to spurt out.
When the man's spit-slick finger started fucking in and out of
Bobby's hole, the boy was in ecstasy.

"Yes!  Oh yes, Daddy!  Oh, it's so good!  I'm gonna... oh yeah...
I'm gonna get the feeling!  Here it comes!  Aggghhhhh!"

A burst of boy-cum pulsed into the man's mouth, quickly followed
by two more, shot by the throbbing erection that the man
continued to suck.  The boy's anal muscle spasmed around the
man's finger, opening and closing to match the pulses of the
boy's cock.

"That was so great!" said Bobby when the man's mouth and finger
disengaged.

The man stood up, savoring the taste of Bobby's sweet cock-juice
on his tongue, and hugged the boy.  "Thank you, Bobby.  That was
quite a game!"  They smiled at each other and kissed briefly, the
boy tasting his own cum in the man's mouth

"I want to get you off," said Bobby.  "I wanna give you as good a
cum as you just gave me.  You want me to pretend I'm Stevie some
more?"

"No.  I want you to be Bobby and me to be Bill.  I want us to
make love in my bed... and not have to pretend anything."

"Make love," said the boy, almost to himself, shaping the words
in his mouth and his mind.  "I'd like that!" he said with a warm
smile.

The man lifted the naked boy into his arms, holding him like a
groom carrying his bride across the threshold.  Bobby wrapped his
arms around the man's neck and said, softly, "Let's make love!"

When they got to the master bedroom, the man lay Bobby down on
the king-size bed, lit four candles, and turned off the lights.
Standing beside the bed, he pulled off his pajama pants as he
watched the boy stretch his body languidly on the satin sheet.
Then Bobby held out his arms, and the man fell into his embrace.
They kissed deeply, lovingly... their bodies moving together in
fluid sensuality.   The boy was on his back, legs spread.  The
man lay on top, his undulating body rubbing against the boy's
soft skin.

Then the man rolled both their bodies over, so now Bobby atop,
and the man's hands wandered all over the boy's shoulders and
back and ass.  Bobby's mouth showered kisses on the man's face,
and the boy's smooth body squirmed against the man's muscular
hairy chest, his powerful thighs, and his thick 6-inch phallus.

"Suck me, Bobby," said the man, softly but firmly.  "Get my cock
ready to make love to your ass."

"Yes sir!" exclaimed the boy, as he happily slithered down the
man's body... kissing and nibbling as he went, until he was lying
between the man's spread legs.  Bobby held the stiff penis in his
hand and jacked it lightly, feeling its warmth, its pulse, the
pattern of its veins.  Then his mouth came down, and he licked
the cock-head like it was an ice cream cone... with long strokes
of his tongue.  The boy's tongue moved down, toying with the
shaft of the erection that he still held in his hand.  When his
flicking tongue reached the base of the hard cock, Bobby kissed
and nibbled and sucked at the ball-sack... taking each orb into
his mouth to be sucked as he resumed his slow, gently
masturbation stroke of the erection.

The man moaned with erotic contentment... being pleasured so well
by the boy he loved.  And when Bobby pushed apart the man's ass
cheeks, and his tongue plunged onto the puckered hole, the man
almost shouted out in surprise and lust.  The boy's tongue rimmed
with energetic fervor, setting off bursts of pleasure in the
clusters of sensitive anal nerves.

"Oh, Bobby!  That's incredible!"

The boy's face poked up, beaming with pride.  His mouth returned
to the hole for more of the same... slathering around the pink
flesh and corkscrewing into the circle of muscle for another two
minutes.  Then the boy's mouth reversed its journey, returning to
the man's ball-sack, licking along the penis shaft, toying with
the widely-flared ridge.  At last, Bobby's mouth sank down onto
the man's cock, enveloping the cock-head and pleasuring it with
his tongue... then sliding down to deliver increasingly rapid
up-and-down sucks that had the man squirming with lust and
clutching at the sheets.  Bobby couldn't take the erection all
the way into his throat (though not for lack of trying), but his
lips and tongue worked the top 4 inches of the thick boner to
perfection.

"You want to fuck me now?" asked Bobby, when his mouth popped off
the man's hard dick.  "If you want to lay back, I'll ride you."

The boy looked so eager and sincere, and the man's heart swelled
with affection.  "That would be fantastic," he said.

Bobby reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of
lube.  He slathered some on the man's cock, then reached back and
lubed his own hole.  Straddling the man's hips, he took the
erection in his hand and pulled it back a bit, then positioned
his ass above it, his torso hovering over the man's chest.  Bobby
lowered his body on the thick boner.  First there was a strained
look of tension on his face, as the cock-head penetrated the anal
circle.  Then he released his breath and smiled again, as the
slippery penis shaft slowly filled his rectum.  When the erection
was all the way in, Bobby raised his body upright and wiggled his
hips from side to side, clenching and relaxing his ass muscle
with an effort that could be seen in the flexing muscles of his
slender abdomen,

The man ran his hands lightly over the boy's flanks, gazing at
Bobby's face, his body, his delightfully youthful soft penis and
three-quarter-size balls.

"That feel good?"

"Unbelievably good, Bobby."

"I love you, Bill!"

"I love you too!"

With that, the boy began flexing his thighs to raise and lower
his ass on the man's totally-stiff cock.  The man's hands now
wandered all over the boy's body, touching him everywhere,
feeling the boy's muscles work as Bobby rode the man's erection.
When the man fondled the boy's penis, it sprang to life, swelling
beneath the man's stroking fingers to its full 5 inches.  As
Bobby moved his body up and down in a sensuous rhythm, the man
poured lube on his hand and began jacking the slender boy-cock
with firm and quick strokes.

"Ahhhh!!!" moaned the boy as he leaned back, his hands resting on
the man's knees.  "It's so good!"

"Oh yeah, baby... ride my cock!  You're doing great!"

And with increasing urgency and athleticism, the two lovers
strove toward their goal... each working on the other's body to
attain the other's climax.  Vocalizations of raw animal lust
filled the bedroom as orange candle-light played off their
sweating bodies.  Closer and closer, until...

"Ohhh!!  I'm cumming again!" screamed Bobby, as a fine spray of
cum sprinkled the man's chest.  Anal spasms massaged the man's
cock as the boy's body stopped moving, overwhelmed by orgasm.

The man pulled the boy down into his embrace, and Bobby wrapped
his arms beneath the man and hugged tightly to his chest.
They kissed... deeply and passionately... as the man grabbed the
boy's ass cheeks and began thrusting his own hips, plunging his
cock in and out of the boy's asshole.

Another minute of grunting, rutting exertion sent the man over
the top, and his pent-up cum exploded into the boy's bowels...
pulse after pulse pumping from the cock as it continued to slam
into Bobby's ass.  They were both lost in the ecstasy of total
orgasm... nerve-endings discharging in pleasure-pulses all over
their bodies, their minds overwhelmed by physical sensation,
their muscles working and tongues entwining without conscious
thought.

Finally it was over, and they lay still, gasping for breath,
hearts hammering against each other.

"I love you so much!"

"Oh, yes... I love you too!"

For the next half-hour, they sprawled on the bed in each other's
arms, exchanging gentle kisses, languidly hugging and petting
each other.

"It's time to get you home."

"I know.... I just wish I could stay like this forever."

"Oh, Bobby...  I wish we could too!"

They reluctantly got up.  They went downstairs to collect their
clothing and quickly dressed.  There wasn't any talking until
they got to the car.

"I wish we didn't have to be a secret," said the boy.

"No way around it, I'm afraid."

"A couple years ago, Mom signed me up in this organization called
Big Buddies, for kids whose father isn't around.  The guy they
matched me up with was a total dork... we just played catch and
talked about how I was doin' at school.  I wish YOU were my Big
Buddy!"

"I don't think people get to pick.  "But maybe..."  He paused for
a moment, as the gears in his brain turned.  "Bobby; how much
money do you make in a week, usually?"

"I dunno.  I don't usually do more than one customer a day, and I
don't do it every day.  I guess $150 is my best take in a week."

"How about if you stop working, and I give $150 for an allowance
every week?"

The boy's eyes lit up.  "And we could still get together, you and
me?"

"That's what I had in mind.  Your mom... obviously, she can't
know about us.  You said she works the 3-to-11 shift?"

"Yeah, that's during the week.  And she's working on the weekends
too, when they only have two shifts for her job.  On Saturday and
Sunday she does all-day, 8-to-8.  She says it pays really good,
and she needs the money for my school tuition... I go to Saint
Pius... and she's also savin' up to buy a house for us."

"So you're on your own, pretty much all weekend and every night?"

"Except Mondays and Tuesdays.  That's Mom's days off."

"I think we can work things out just fine, Bobby.  I'll give you
my office phone number, and we can arrange our meetings whenever
it's good for both of us."

Bobby snuggled up against the man, his head resting on the man's
shoulder and a look of utter bliss on his face.  "I love you so
much!" he murmured, as he leaned over to kiss the man's cheek.


End of Part 4

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