Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2009 02:01:32 -0400 From: tommyhawk1@aol.com Subject: Mine for the Weekend MINE FOR THE WEEKEND By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM I heard the horn honk and came out onto my porch to see my boss' car. Jeffrey was getting out of the back seat. Tugging after him a sports bag. As he got to his feet on the ground, he saw me and waved. "Hey, Todd!" Jeffrey was sandy-haired, lean-bodied, with high cheekbones and impish eyes, he was going to make a hell of a good-looking man when he grew up. "Hey, sport!" I called back to him. His father/my boss got out of the car. "I do appreciate you doing this for me, Todd." he said. Darker hair and wider bodied, he was what Jeffrey would turn into if he wasn't careful. But a hell of a nice boss to have. "Not a problem." I said. "I wouldn't have asked if his grandmother hadn't taken sick at the last minute." my boss said. "Ada and I have to go out of town this weekend...." "I know." I said. "....and nobody else was available." his father continued. "I thought about a babysitting service, but this late on Friday...." "I don't mind at all." I said. "I'm not doing anything this weekend anyway. Jeffrey and I can just sort of hang and play games and such over the weekend." I looked over at Jeffrey. "He's mine for the weekend. You got a football in there, Jeffrey?" "No." Jeffrey said. "Darn it!" "Don't worry, I got one." I smiled at him. "Cool!" was Jeffrey's assessment of that. "I think we'll be fine." I told his father. "You and your wife have fun." "I'll pay you back for anything you have to buy on the weekend." My boss offered. He insisted on handing me a fifty-dollar bill, and I gave up and took it. I'd already agreed to babysit Jeffrey all weekend for a hundred dollars, but I didn't think this was the half-up-front. My boss is a great guy, I didn't expect any real trouble over the weekend. I was wrong. Jeffrey walked in and looked over my small, one-bedroom home and said, "Jeez, this place is a dump!" "It's where I live." I said, biting back the words I wanted to say. "You can manage for the weekend all right." Jeffrey looked around. "No stereo? No computer? No VCR?" "No." I admitted. "You have cable, huh? You got HBO or Showtime?" "No, just basic cable." Jeffrey thought this over. "That sucks." "I'm sorry." I said. "We can go out and play football tomorrow." I reminded him. "Yeah, but what am I going to do tonight?" Jeffrey whined. "Where's my bedroom?" "Didn't your Dad tell you you'd be sleeping on my couch?" I asked him. "I told him I had a couch." "Does it fold out?" Jeffrey looked at the rather worn and beat-up couch. "No." I admitted. "But it's nice and comfortable. "You'll make out fine." "So if it's so good, why don't you sleep on it?" "I'll arm-wrestle you for it." I offered with an attempted grin. "Forget it." Jeffrey said. "You got a Gamepod or anything?" "No." I said. "What you got to eat in here?" Jeffrey slumped on the couch and took my remote control, turned on the TV and started flipping channels. "I figured we'd eat out or call in?" "Get us a pizza." Jeffrey decided. "Not that Domino's crap, get us a pizza at Pizza Licious down on Jefferson and Third. Pepperoni and ham, thin crust. I'll call them while you drive there to get it." And he pulled out his cell phone and hit a speed-dial button.. I grimaced at it, then got my coat and went to get the pizza. It was a ten-minute trip, I'd be back in a half hour. Given how Jeffrey was acting, a half hour away from him was looking like the best time I'd have all weekend. When I got back, pizza in hand (Jeffrey had ordered it all right, the staff there knew him well, apparently), Jeffrey wasn't in the living room. The television was going full-blast and I killed the sound. "Jeffrey? Jeffrey, where are you?" I called. God, if he had taken off for home while I was gone, I was going to kill him and explain to his father when he came to identify the remains of the body! Not in the kitchen. I went to my bedroom door, opened it, looked in Jeffrey was there, on the bed, sprawled out, looking at...my magazines! Shit! "Hey, where'd you get those?" "Under your bed." Jeffrey said. "You got a whole box of these, huh?" "Yeah, I do." I said. "Doesn't mean I want a little kid looking at them." "You like pictures of naked guys, huh?" Jeffrey only had the last few magazines out, thank God, they were the tamest of the group. "Yeah, now give them back and come back into the living room." I said. "What else you got in here?" Jeffrey said instead and started digging in the box. "You leave those alone." I got out, and that was as far as I got when Jeffrey pulled out one of the hardcore magazines. On the cover was a guy being sucked by another one, and only a small splatter-circle kept you from seeing the guy's cock. But you saw the guy on bottom and could tell what he was doing easy enough. I went inside the room but not fast enough, Jeffrey had the book open to the middle and trust me, the middle pages were full-on hard stuff. Jeffrey had enough time to get an eyeful before I could make it to the bed and yank the magazine away from him. I put the magazine back in the box and took the box in my hand, and put it on the top shelf of the closet. Turned back. Jeffrey still had the magazine of the guys standing there naked, and he had it open now to the centerfold, a guy with a full hard on. "Give me tha-at!" I said, taking it from him. Jeffrey just giggled. "You like other men, huh?" What can you say when you're found out? "Yeah, that's right." I agreed. "But that's none of your business." "Okay." Jeffrey said and tossed me the magazine. I caught it, crumpling the pages, and he got off the bed. "You got the pizza?" "Sure, it's on the coffee table." I said. I followed him back to the living room and figured I had pretty much dodged the bullet. Jeffrey was young enough that it may not have fazed him any. And so I figured all the way until bedtime. Jeffrey had watched television with me without any complaints and while I saw him looking at me sometimes, I didn't think that much about it. Jeffrey got in the bathroom and I got ready for bed. I was down to my underwear and sitting on the bed, when Jeffrey came out of the shower and I said, "You need a nightlight to sleep by?" "Nu-uh." Jeffrey said and came over to me. "I need something else, though." "What?" I asked him. "I need to suck your dick." Jeffrey said and got down between my legs, dropping like a rock. "What the fuck?" I gasped out. Jeffrey's hands were at my briefs, older, baggy things, they didn't put up any resistance to him pulling the elastic band out and down and then he had a handful of my cock! "Jeffrey, what the.... Jesus Christ, Jeffrey, what are you doing?" "Sucking your dick." Jeffrey said and he promptly did just that. His little mouth opened up and he scarfed my cock into it. I could only gasp. "Jeffrey, what are you doing, you can't do that!" Jeffrey's lips closed around my cock and tightened and he lifted back up slowly, pulling my cock's skin up and over the glans. Oh, God, that felt so good! Then he slid back down, and the glans was milked back down, and then back up, and I felt my glans ooze a hot bead of precome and land on his tongue. "Oh, God!" That time I whispered it. "Mmmph!" Jeffrey lifted off my cock and said, "Tastes nice. You like this?" What could I say to that? My body was telling the truth no matter what I said. "Yeah, I like it." I said. "Those guys in the magazine were grinning about being sucked." Jeffrey said. "And the guys doing it seemed to like it." Maybe Jeffrey had seen more magazines of mine than I'd thought! "So I wanted to see what it's like. It's nice." And Jeffrey went back to sucking me. I just gave up, laid back on the bed, and let him suck me. God, it had been so long since I'd been sucked. My last few excursions into the city had been rather tedious things, the men had been uninspired lovers. This kid was showing them up with the vigor and excitement of youthful exploration and exhilaration. He loved sucking my cock and dove onto it with zest and delight. His lips were wringing my pud hard, and I marveled how little skill it takes when there is enthusiasm to feed the fire. I was groaning and thrashing about on the bed, I'd raise my head up to look down on that sweet face buried in my crotch, then I'd lay back and contemplate the bare ceiling, and let the feelings flow from my prick out in all directions throughout my body. Jeffrey was indefatigable, he was moving with a smooth motion and his lips kept clamped upon my prong tight enough to make every motion of his head a joy, and I writhed under his clutching, wrenching face, my cock was on fire, ready to explode, ready to drench this tender young mouth with my heavy cables of hot nut-juice spraying upwards, I could soak him the way I felt, send all the frustration of a score of months with little or no sexual release save for the unsatisfying ministrations of my own hand, and my balls gurgled with the chance to really let loose at last, at last, pour it out, pour it all out and drown this hot young kid with my jizz! And I felt climax clawing at the back of my brain and I gasped, "I'm coming, Jeffrey, I'm coming, I'm going to shoot it, going to shoot!" And Jeffrey let go with his lips and started wanking me! I was lost to my passion, I groaned, "No, Jeffrey, don't stop sucking, take it all, take it all in your mouth, please, oh, God, hurry!" For my orgasm, for better or worse, was upon me. Jeffrey did, he moved and his lips enclosed me, and that was when I came, his hand still at the base, but his lips sliding down and I moaned, thrust upwards to drive my cock into his mouth, and I spurted then! All the stars in heaven exploded in my brain at the same time, and orgasm pounded my skull, I groaned, snarled, roared my rapture, and Jeffrey was getting drenched but good. His little mouth couldn't contain me, he choked, sputtered, and I felt my hot seed splatter my groin and Jeffrey was rising up and my spunk splashed his face as he did and his hand milked at me and he let the rest of my load spurt onto his face! "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, Jeffrey, oh, oh, ahhhhh, uhhh, uhhhh!" I sputtered as my climax released me and I felt back onto the sweat-drenched covers, panting hard. "Wow." came a small voice. Jeffrey. I rose my head like raising an anvil, with great labor, and I saw his face and said, "Are you all right?" My sperm was all over his face, he was splattered with patches of spunk on his cheeks, forehead, nose and chin. Jizz-splashed as he was, Jeffrey climbed up onto the bed to lie beside me. "That was so cool!" he said. "You were terrific." I assured him. "That didn't taste like I thought it would." Jeffrey said. "I thought it was supposed to be nasty. But it tastes real good." I reached a forefinger to his face and wiped the glob off his chin and showed it to him. "You like this, do you?" "Yeah." I fed him my finger and he sucked my jizz off it, softly, blissfully. I reached for more, cleansing his forehead, his cheek, feeding it to him, and when I was done, I said, "You are one great cocksucker, kid." "Yeah, that was great." Jeffrey said. "And we got all weekend, too." "Sure, kid." I said sleepily. "Now let's get some sleep so we can play football tomorrow." I let Jeffrey sleep with me, why not, under the circumstances, and figured he was done with his curiosity.. Maybe again a time or two. But I wasn't going to push it. Just a kid's wondering and now he had satisfied it. I was wrong, after a time, I felt Jeffrey shift in the bed, slide under the covers. He was crawling down toward my now-spent pud. He nuzzled about the bush of my pubic hairs, his lips and tongue finding and tasting my jizz that had splashed down there earlier, and he licked them and then he began to lick my shaft yet again. And my prick rose to the ready and I heard Jeffrey giggle in muffled sort of way under the covers, and then he was sucking my length into his mouth once again. Ah, for the quick recovery of youth, he resuming sucking me with all the energy he had before, and I had only my barely-recovered body to meet him. He had to work at me harder the second time, but he seemed to enjoy varying his motions, resting himself by slowing down and then resuming full speed before I could go totally flaccid. In this way, after maybe a half hour of diligent nursing by Jeffrey, he brought me again to a climax, weaker but still shooting jizz up into his mouth. This time, he didn't let go at all, and sucked me dry as any milk-shake straw that has brought up all the dregs of ice cream from the bottom, and also has the column itself vacuumed empty. Jeffrey climbed back up and snuggled into me, and I patted him wearily. And an hour later, he went back down yet again. I feebly managed a third climax, though my jizz that time was only a trickle. Jeffrey then let me sleep until dawn, but he awakened me about six a.m. with his lips around my morning erection, and I groaned as my body was forced to climb the heights once again. I was enjoying his attentions...but the body was so weak! When I finally managed a rather painful orgasm, Jeffrey said, "You ready for breakfast now." "If I can manage to walk." I agreed. Jeffrey just laughed at that. I broached the subject after breakfast, that while I enjoyed his attentions, I just wasn't up to having a full climax every couple of hours. "Not any longer, I'm not." I said. "So while I am happy you enjoy servicing my prick, could you go a little easier on me?" Jeffrey considered this. "I could, maybe." "Good." "Or maybe I could tell Daddy about your magazines. And my teachers. And the preacher." I was drinking the last of my coffee when he said that and I choked. "You'd do that?" "Maybe." Jeffrey said. "I mean, if you don't want to play with me, I could do that instead." "This is blackmail." I said, but it was in a sort of wondering tone rather than accusatory. "I don't want to tell on you." Jeffrey said. "I want to suck your dick." "But again and again." I groaned. "I can't do it." "We'll see." Jeffrey said confidently. We went to watch cartoons and before fifteen minutes was up, Jeffrey was fishing my bathrobe open. "You can't want to do it again!" I moaned. "Sure." Jeffrey smiled up at me. "But I can't come again so soon!" I protested. "You don't have to." Jeffrey said cunningly. "Just let me suck it." I groaned but subsided, let him have his way with me. Jeffrey wasn't trying to make me squirt, now he just seemed to be relishing having a man's cock to play with any way he wanted to. After nearly an hour of this, I managed to come, and Jeffrey said triumphantly. "See? You can do it if I keep at you long enough." "Sure you don't want to go play football now?" I offered. "Nah." Jeffrey said. "We'll stay inside and I can suck your dick instead." He was in the process of doing that when the phone rang. I answered it and it was Jeffrey's father. "How's Jeffrey doing?" he asked me. "He's fine." I moaned. Jeffrey hadn't stopped when I picked up the phone, in fact, he sped up when he realized it was his dad I was talking to. My dick was so sore...but pleasure was also extending a tentative hand into the water, too. "We're having fun together." Jeffrey snickered at that. "I'm glad to hear that. You and Jeffrey have a good time. Let me speak to him, please." "All right." I lifted the phone away, covered the receiver with my hand and said, "Your father wants to speak to you." Jeffrey took the phone and his hand replaced his mouth as he spoke to his dad. He assured his father he was having fun and would be a good boy. Given he had a man's dick slopping over his fist as he said that, I wasn't sure that was truthful. "Okay, Dad, see you Sunday night." Jeffrey finished. "Well, Dad's cool." And his face wandered back toward my groin. "Sunday night." I gasped. "I don't know if I'll survive that long." "We'll have fun until then." Jeffrey said. "Just relax. You're mine for the weekend." And as his mouth engulfed me yet again, I had to admit that he was right! THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM