Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2009 10:46:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Noone Special <nonespecial@ymail.com> Subject: Portraits of a Boy 1 The following is a story of complete fiction. All characters, places and events are not intended to represent any actual person, place or event. This story is an ongoing creation in my head from the viewpoint on a non-existent child. I plan on writing the ongoings of his life following his adoption after the untimely death of his parents when he was quite young. The installments will more than likely not be linear; I intend to jump back and forth through the time-line that is yet-incomplete as I write the events as they occur to / interest me. And this is the extent of the back-story I intend on providing outside of the first-person narrative. Enjoy. The car pulled to a stop and the man shook my shoulder, rousing me from my semiconscious state. Yawning and wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth, I looked up to find myself in front of an unfamiliar house. "Wakey wakey sleepy head," he said, ruffling my hair. I pushed his hand away and looked at him sleepily. "Where are we?" "I told you we were visiting a friend of mine, this is his place. You're going to like it, he has a pool in his back yard." My ears perked up at that. "Really?" He chuckled. "Yup. And there's a surprise for you inside as well." I reached down and hastily tried to undo the seatbelt, but stopped when he cupped my cheek and brushed the sleep out of my eyes. He turned my face and we made eye contact. "You really should get more sleep at night," he chuckled, "but I suppose that's my fault, isn't it?" My cheeks lit on fire and I looked away. "You're so damn cute when you're embarrassed, you know that?" His free hand popped the button and the seatbelt slid across my chest. He turned my face back to his and gave me a peck on the lips before getting out of the car. He opened the door for me a moment later and I hopped out. I took his hand and hung from it, swinging back and forth as he led me to the front door. The door opened just as he was about to ring, and a middle aged man stood before us. "Doug! I wasn't expecting you for another hour!" I took a step back, a bit surprised at the man's excitement and volume. The two men embraced for a moment, and then the new man pushed Doug out of the way and kneeled to face me at eye level "And this young man must be Jimmy. I hear you just had a birthday, is that true? How old are you now?" "Six," I answered, holding up the fingers to match my answer. "Six, huh? Did Doug here give you your birthday spankings yet?" My eyes opened wide and I took a step back, looking back at my adoptive father. "Spankings?" I asked nervously, the fear fairly obvious in my voice. "But I didn't do anything wrong!" Both men burst into laughter, and Doug ruffled my hair again. "He's just teasing you Jimmy." He bent over and whispered in my ear. "Besides, nobody touches that tight little ass of yours without my permission." He goosed me at the last part and my face lit up like Christmas lights. My cheeks felt like they were aflame and my eyes went straight to my feet. "Holy crap, Doug! You weren't kidding me about him." "Did you really think I was, Joe?" "I thought you might be exaggerating a little bit," Joe stepped aside and ushered us in, "but I was obviously wrong." Following the grown-ups example, I kicked off my shoes and obediently followed them into the kitchen. "Victor's run out to fetch Tommy," Joe stated, "and our mutual friends aren't due for another half hour. The honored guest showing up first kinda ruins the point of a surprise party, doesn't it? Doug looked at his watch and cursed under his breath. "Sorry Joe, I must have gotten the time wrong." "Wrong for what?" I asked, looking between the men in confusion. Doug smiled. "Joe and some of my friends thought it would be nice to throw you a surprise birthday party." "But I already had my birthday party," I reminded him, "We had cake and everything." "Oh, but you're such a special little boy that you deserve two!" He exclaimed, sweeping me into the air and spinning me. I screamed in shock and glee until he pulled me into a bear hug and began pecking my face with kisses, his stubble scratching my skin pleasantly. I giggled and tried in vane to escape his clutches. And then he stopped as suddenly as he started. One hand holding me up by my waist, we spent at least thirty seconds of nothing but eye contact. And then he kissed me again, but this time was different-- this time was sensual. My eyes closed on their own and his free hand gently stroked my back as his tongue slipped passed my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and held onto him as tight as I could. His tongue played with mine, I tried my best to play back like he'd told me to, but as always he completely dominated the embrace. "Holy Christ fucking shit, Doug!" Joe exclaimed in a whisper. "You said he was red-hot, but damn!" My face turned bright crimson and I tried to pull away. I had completely forgotten Joe was there. Dough ended the kiss a few seconds later. I looked away, but Doug turned my face back to his. "You hear that sweetheart?" he whispered, pecking my lips during the brief pause between sentences. "You took Joe's breath away too." Doug finally set me down. My cheeks were still burning bright as I took a step back, stumbling a little bit. Joe took a step forward, but Doug held his hand out to stop him. "Not so fast Joe. I know I screwed up the itinerary a little by showing up so early, but I think we all agreed none of that starts until after everyone has a chance to get to know each other." "I'm going to get on the phone and tell those fuckers to hurry their asses up, I don't think I can wait too much longer for this damn thing to start," Joe stated, his words and breath coming out sharp as he turned to leave. "After that I need to take a cold shower." Doug chuckled, but the joke was completely lost on me. After Joe had disappeared down the hall, Doug ruffled my hair again. "Joe always did have a hair trigger. Always swore like a sailor whenever he got horny too." After a brief pause, I mustered the courage to look up and whispered "I'm sorry." I was almost ready to cry; Doug looked shocked. "Sorry? For what?" "You said, you know. That you'd get in trouble if, if people found out about . . ." Doug let out a quiet, self-recusing gasp and pulled me into another hug. "I'm the one who should be sorry Jimmy," he whispered, patting my back. "Joe isn't going to get me into trouble, and he already knows about how special you are to me, and about the special things we do together. He does them with his son too." "Really?" I was shocked; I'd honestly never thought of anyone else doing those things, but I was so relieved I hadn't gotten my savior into trouble. "Really. And in case you forgot, I kissed you, not the other way around. You haven't done anything wrong. I want you to say that with me Jimmy. Say `I haven't done anything wrong.'" "I haven't done anything wrong," I recited with him obediently. "It never even occurred to me you'd think that today. When I told you that, about getting me in trouble, it wasn't to scare you. I told you because most people don't think what we do is right, but I'd be the one in trouble if someone found out, not you. I'm the one who started this, not you. Do you understand that?" I nodded, although I wasn't completely sure if I did or not. Doug broke the hug, but stayed squatted down. "Now look Jimmy, I just want you to know that no matter what, you're not going to get into trouble for anything that happens at the party today, and if anything starts to happen that you don't want to happen, you just say `stop,' okay?" "Okay," I affirmed, nodding to accentuate. I wasn't sure if I'd gotten all of what he'd said, but I was still very relieved. I jumped as the front door crashed open and the clobbering drumbeat of feet came clobbering down the hall. I turned just in time to see a pair of older boys round the corner. "Doug! You're early!" the older boy exclaimed, launching himself into my adoptive father's arms before he'd had the chance to prepare himself. They very nearly fell onto the hardwood floor, but Doug somehow managed to brace himself. "Settle down Vic," Doug chuckled, returning the embrace then pushing the boy back. "Damn you've grown. How old are you again?" "Fourteen," he chuckled. "Why did you stay away so long?" "That's a long story. Who's your friend?" Stepping back, Victor chuckled. "Doug, meet Tommy, we're on the same baseball team. He may be a shorty, but he'll catch anything that comes anywhere near right field." Tommy punched his friend playfully on the shoulder before extending the same hand to Doug. "He's also the size of a baby carrot!" Doug and Vic burst out laughing, and my adoptive father protectively pushed me back as Tommy tackled the bigger boy and they both tumbled to the floor. They wrestled around for a few minutes until Vic finally pinned his younger friend, both of the teenagers tangled with each other and the legs of a bar stool that had fallen during the excitement. "It is true," Vic exclaimed, still chuckling as he tickled his captive friend. "But he's got a mouth like a Hoover." I let out an audible gasp when the two boys' lips met. I stared at them for a minute before looking up at Doug. He met my gaze and chuckled at my amazement. "Why don't you boys go take a swim until all the other guests get here." "But you didn't pack a swimsuit," I protest, a little dejected. Both of the boys on the floor burst into laughter, and Doug couldn't help but chuckle himself. I looked around, confused. "I don't think that's going to be a problem Jimmy," Doug said as he helped the two prone boys to their feet. "Vic, would you mind keeping an eye on him for me while?" "No sir," the teen answered, holding out his hand. I followed him obediently out the sliding glass doors, looking over my shoulder at the man I considered to be my daddy one last time before he vanished from sight. "You ever been swimming before, kid?" Vic asked, letting go of my hand to take his shirt off, revealing his tanned body. Tommy did the same, then dropped his trousers, revealing skin that verged on snowblind. I nodded slowly, playing with the hem of my shirt in hesitation. I had an idea where this was going, and it was confirmed when Vic dropped his shorts and kicked off his shoes. He wasn't wearing any underwear. The familiar warm feeling filled my cheeks and I again dropped my gaze to the ground, but I snuck a few peaks back up at the teen's fit, tanned body. "Come on now, you can't swim in your clothes," Vic goaded, and I slowly pulled the shirt over my head. The neck of my T-shirt got stuck, and while I was fumbling around, a pair of hands grabbed my waistband. "Wait!" Despite my protest, the strong hands whipped both my shorts and my cartoon underpants down, leaving my young body completely exposed. I couldn't see, and my arms were still above my head tangled in my shirt, leaving me completely defenseless when the hands moved back to my sides, fingers digging into all of my ticklish spots relentlessly. I folded and collapsed helplessly into the older boy's hands in a writhing, near-naked six year old pile of giggles. "Wait! Stop! I'm going to pee!" There was a massive splash in the background, a few drops finding their way to my exposed skin. "Hurry up, Vic!" Tommy called, sending another wave of water our way. "Joe said to wait for the really fun stuff until the others get here." Vic kept up for another few seconds before finally helping me out of my shirt. He helped me back to my feet, patting my butt as he helped me kick my way out of the tangled mess of clothing around my ankles. Finally free, I took a step away from him, my hands guarding my boyhood and my skin burning from embarrassment and the lingering effects of tickle torture. This was my first time ever being naked outside. "Doug did say you were shy," Vic stated, giving me a hug from behind before I could turn. "He always did like the shy ones best. But you know what he didn't tell me?" I shook my crimson head. "He didn't tell me if you could swim!" Before I could protest, I was scooped and spun. A second later, I was airborne, and then I splashed down. Water slipped up my nose as I panicked and splashed around, trying to reorient myself. I wasn't under long; a pair of hands grabbed me by my sides and lifted my head above water, just in time to get splashed when Vic hopped in after me. I gasped and sputtered, my legs and arms thrashing. "Calm down, Kid," Tommy ordered. I realized I was never in danger, but I was still as upset any six year old would have been after someone had scared the living daylights out of them. Once Vic reemerged, I showered him furiously. After taking my assault for a while, Vic returned fire. Before long all three of us were giggling madly. His bigger arms of course produced bigger waves, drowning me and Tommy. Tommy shifted his grip to hold me in one hand so that he could join in the fight. His arm slipped around my side, down my waist, with his hand cupping my privates, and I noticed a hard presence pressing against my thigh. My splashing started to die down a bit, and the other boys followed suit a moment later. I tried wriggling away, but Tommy didn't seem to want to let me go. "You never answered me, can you swim, champ?" "A bit," I answered, grabbing Tommy's hand and managing to free myself. My head slipped beneath the water, but the bottom was only a foot lower and I bobbed right back up. I started bobbing and dog paddling my way to shallow water until a pair of hands gripped my waist and again launched me screaming and flailing into the air. I came up facing my chuckling assailant. "Stop doing that!" I shouted, and Vic's smile faltered a bit. "I'm sorry Jimmy, I was just playing--" I had to bob halfway through his apology, but Vic paused until I was above water again "--but if you're not having fun, I won't do it again." "It's not that--" I had to bob again. "Just tell me first!" Vic's grin returned, and he quickly closed the distance between us. "So you mean I can throw you as much as I want as long as I ask you first?" "Yeah," I answered, and he grabbed my waist. "Can I throw you Jimmy?" "Okay." I was flying over the water before I'd even finished. Once reoriented, I realized the water was a bit shallower, and that I could stand on my tip-toes here, if I strained my neck a bit as well. Before I got too comfortable, however, I was seized from behind. I looked over my shoulder to see Tommy holding me again. "You're so damn cute, you know that Jimmy?" I started struggling a bit, until I once again felt a hard presence pressing against my bottom and Tommy's hand traveled south. My face turned a bright crimson when I realized exactly what the older boy was thinking. "Tommy you perv!" Vic scolded, leisurely strolling through the water towards us. "I can't help it, he's such a little cutie!" "You really should be careful though." Vic lectured, his hand turning my averted eyes to face him "I mean, he's been living with Doug, so I don't think you have anything to worry about from him, but you were practically dry-humping that kid from the lake last week. What if he said something to his mom?" "If I remember right, you were the one who snuck off with him into the bushes for a half hour." Ignoring his friend`s comment, Vic closed in in front of me until we were skin to skin, my thin body pinched between the two adolescents. "Speaking of Doug, exactly what have the two of you been doing together, Jimmy? Has he fucked you yet?" I blushed, averting my eyes. "I--I don't know what you're--" "He has, hasn't he! Did you like it?" Vic's erection pressed against my belly and Tommy's pressed against the small of my back. I squirmed, trying to escape, although not trying that hard. "You really think this kid's been fucked before?" Tommy asked, rubbing his member against my skin. "Isn't he a little young for that?" Vic shrugged. "My first time was when I was eight, and Will's been getting it in the butt since he was seven." "How about it Jimmy, would you mind if I--" "Vic, Tommy, the other's are starting to show up. Stop corrupting my son and go shower off that chlorine." The boys pulled away and I sank, my heels touching the pool bottom and the water washing over my face. Sputtering a bit, I rose to my tip-toes. "Okay, we're coming," Vic answered, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the water. He climbed up the metal latter. I followed him, letting out a loud gasp when a finger jabbed against my anus. I looked over my shoulder to see Tommy grinning wildly. "Hurry up, shrimp," the boy goaded. Turning back, I hurried up the ladder. Sneaking out of arms length from the two boys, my hands dropped to cover my groin. "Jimmy, come here for a sec," Doug called. I almost sprinted to him, but he scolded me about running beside the pool. I started to hug him, but he stopped me, holding me at arms length and giving me a peck on the lips. "Sorry sweetie, but you're all wet." "Doug," I whispered, leaning in as close to his ear as I could get, "I think they know that you--that you," I blushed, looking to the side, "that you fucked me." He gently grabbed my chin and turned my face back to his, looking into my eyes. "You remember when I said that you couldn't get in trouble today, right?" "Yeah, but they were saying--they were rubbing--" "Jimmy, I already told you, if something starts to happen that you don't want to happen, you just say so--" "It's not that--" I pushed his hand away from my face and looked at my feet. "You--I--" "Are you nervous about playing with other people like you play with me?" My face turned bright pink and I nodded. "You remember when you were nervous to play with me?" I nodded, unable to make eye contact. "But now you really like when we play together, isn't that right?" I nodded again, blushing bright red. "It'll be the same playing with someone else. You'd like it, I promise, but if you don't want to, you don't have to." "You won't be mad?" I questioned, a bit of nervousness still in my voice, but his smile was extremely reassuring. "No, sweetie, I won't be mad. We'll talk more about this when we get home, but for now you need to go get that chlorine off of you before it turns your hair green." He patted my bottom and gently shoved me after my the older boys. I started to run after them, but slowed when he again scolded me about the dangers of running while wet. They used a side entrance to go back in, and when I followed them I saw that it led straight into miniature locker room, with a semi-quartered off shower area and an over sized hot-tub that drew a barely audible gasp of awe from my lips. If I had been older, I might would have realized that this room was a recent addition, likely after Joe got sick of his son's friends soaking up his shag carpet with the smell of bleach. The older boys chuckled at my surprise as they turned on their respective shower-heads, Vic turning on a third one for me between them. I joined them, mirroring their half-hearted soaping attempts as they washed the smelly preservative chemicals from their bodies. My gaze kept drifting to the sights that I knew should probably have stayed in my peripherals. Both boys had rinsed off, yet continued to "scrub" at their crotches while staring down at me. I didn't have to be a mind-reader to know what they were thinking, and their thoughts made my blush return. "Hey Jimmy," Vic called, giving me a pretext to end my attempts at subtlety in staring at his more- mature-than-me body. "Remember what we were talking about in the pool? About Doug? Has he?" My gaze dropped immediately out of embarrassment, but the sight at eye-level just made it worse. I took a step back, only to feel Tommy behind me, poking me between my shoulder blades. His friend had obviously not been fair in describing his endowment, although to be sure Tommy was nowhere near as impressive as the Adonis that was Vic. The older boy took a step forward, and then another, brushing his 'gift against my cheek. "Suck it," the boy breathed-begged, barely a whisper but still reaching my ears over the running water. "Please Jimmy?" Squeezing my eyes shut, I allowed my lips to be parted as he sought admittance. And before I even realized it my well-trained instinct took over. I completely forgot my embarrassment--wrapping my hand around his base and the other grasping his hip, just above the thigh, not even thinking about my actions. The boy in front of me gasped in ecstasy and the one behind me in awe. "Shit--Christ, Jimmy, you're so damn good!" the oldest boy whispered, his hands grabbing me by the back of my head. I started to push them away, then gagged when he pulled me too far forward too fast. I nearly jumped backwards, Tommy and I both falling to the cement floor. "Crap, sorry Jimmy!" Still coughing, I glared up at him, though the genuine remorse in his eyes soothed me. Crawling to my feet, I started to return to my position, but Tommy beat me too it, swallowing all of his friend's above- average length with surprising ease. Vic grunted, his hands grabbing the boy by the hair as he thrust his hips with a roughness that nearly frightened me, though Tommy didn't seem to mind it. A minute of this passed; I still sat on the ground, enthralled by the seen before me when Tommy finally pulled off and whispered simply "Fuck me." The pair repositioned themselves in blurs, the oldest boy taking just a second to rub some of the wall-dispensed soap along his length and another to thrust a soap lubed finger inside his friend, following almost instantly with his full length. Tommy grunted loudly and I winced; I knew that if I'd have been in the barely-teen's place, I would have been screaming. Giving only a brief pause to let the younger teen adjust, Vic began what seemed to me like a merciless assault, but his friend just grunted in time as his hand went to his adolescent groin. A few minutes of this passed, and the younger teen actually cried out "Harder! Harder!", spilling his seed down the drains shortly after. "I don't think Joe would approve of you two wasting his hot water." I jumped, looking over my shoulder to see my adoptive father standing just beyond where the tile ended, a massive, fluffed towel in his hand. I dived into his embrace and he wrapped me in the cloth, again scolding me for running on wet surfaces. I heard Vic's deep-throated grunts and knew that he'd followed his friend's trip into bliss. Doug turned me in time for me to see the fourteen year old pull out of his slightly- younger-friend, rinse off under the spray, turn off two of the three shower heads, and walk away without a look back. As he passed me and Doug, he paused. "Sorry if I scared you with that, little guy," he whispered in my ear. "Tommy likes it a little bit rough." And then he just left, grabbing a towel on his way out and wrapping it around his waist. Tommy was still bent over in front of the shower, trying to rinse the lather that was seeping out of him and down his thighs. I looked up at Doug, who had been observing the scene with bemused frown. Woken from his thoughts by my squirming, the man wiped the worry from his face and carried me away. Stepping into an empty bedroom and setting me on my feet, the man began toweling my young body dry. "Doug, Vic wouldn't--he wouldn't be mean for no reason, would he?" I asked, and the man's frown returned, with just a hint of anger. "He wasn't--I mean with Tommy--" "Oh that!" Visibly relieved, my adoptive-daddy chuckled as he began drying my hair, the towel falling over my shoulders like a cape. Despite his amusement, I could see the concern and thought in his face as he prepared the explanation I knew was coming. Apparently deciding that my blond-locks were dry enough, he startled me a bit when he dragged his tongue from my left nipple all the way up my neck. I gasp and half-swooned into his arms. "You know how you really, really like it when I do that?" he whispered, his hand scooping me up by my bottom as he held me tight against his chest. I just nodded, snuggling tighter. "Some wouldn't like that at all, and other's might like it a little, but not as much as you do. It's the same with a lot of things when it comes to what people like being done to their body. Like how I love it when you--" I nipped at his earlobe, scraping it gently with my teeth but keeping it in my lips. He gasped and chuckled softly. "--when you do that. Different people like different things, and from what it looked like, Tommy liked what Victor did to him, didn't he?" I nodded, still suckling on the soft, wobbly flesh on the side of the man's head. "That's because that's how both of them like it. If Tommy didn't like what Vic was doing, he would have said something, and Vic would have been gentler. And if you and Vic or you and Tommy were to something together, and they started doing something in a way that you didn't like, all you'd have to do is say so and they'd change it." He paused, and in his under-whispered way I sometimes heard him say less- paternal things, he breathed "or I'd kick the living shit out of them." It was about that time I realized his finger had been pressing against my little pucker and he realized that I'd been gently rubbing my little stiffy against the material of his shirt since the beginning of his little talk. Pulling back, we grinned devilishly at each other, and then he flung me bouncing onto the unoccupied bed. His lips latched on to me and I gasped like I always did, squirming beneath him as the pleasure washed over me. Little cries of "ah! ah! ah!" escaped my throat as his tongue spun around my entire length, his fingers manipulating the two little orbs pulled up tight to my body. His finger trailed lower, and I whimpered a bit as it traced over my hidden entrance. He pulled off of my throbbing boyhood, his fingers taking up where his tongue left off. "Can I? Please, Jimmy?" I nodded and gasped, whimpering as he spread my legs and entered me with his tongue. My small moans of "ah!" turned to squeaks of "oh!", and then bleats of "uh!" as his fingers replaced his tongue. Two! I realized he'd started with two! I looked down in time to see his proud smile stretch over my upstanding digit, which unfortunately caused my back to arch, breaking our very brief eye contact. I fussed a bit as his fingers spread and twirled and pierced, my hands forming fists with the soft comforter beneath me. The third slipped in and I squawked, tensing. His fingers remained still as I adjusted to the new width inside me, but his tongue never stopped. "Daddy!" I yipped. He always told me not to call him that, he didn't want me forgetting my real daddy, but whenever I was close, it always slipped out, and he's never once scolded me for it with my clothes off. "Daddy! Daddy daddy oh Doug-Daddy!" I collapsed, my chest heaving as I pushed his head away from my groin, mewling faintly with a single pair of tears streaming from my eyes. He beamed at me, brushing my bangs with his non-engorged hand and wiping the tear from my cheek with his thumb. "You still want me inside you?" he whispered softly. I blushed, my bashful side returning now that I was somewhat sex-sated, but I nodded all the same. Anyone but him, I most likely would have covered my groin and gone ferreting for my clothes. I whimpered as his fingers left me, my benefactor vanishing to search the bedside stand for something more suited for the task at hand than saliva. Rolling to my stomach with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, I buried my face in my elbows and waited for the man to return. The bed sank to my left, and his fingers slid back inside me with gel-increased ease, though I let out a small gasp all the same. "You sure you're up for this?" "Mm hmm," I yawned. "Just tired." He spread the cool goo around my insides for a little longer, and then the bed sprang back up beneath me. I could feel his shadow over me. I bit my lip a little bit as I prepared myself. His hands began rubbing my shoulders, gently massaging their way down my back as I felt it pressing against me. The door slammed open. "Hey Doug, Joe said--Oh!" We both glared over our shoulders, wishing death and dismemberment on the more than slightly embarrassed--and still nude--Tommy. "What!" we cried in unison, and the teen shrank back a bit. "He said to tell you that everyone was here." Grumbling, I heard Doug zipping up his fly. Lifting my exhausted body into his arms, the man carried me past the mollified boy. Attempting unsuccessfully to fire lasers from my eyes, I couldn't help but lose a good chunk of my righteous fury when my ride uttered "Cock-blocker."