xDate: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 23:01:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Casual Observer <razihaze (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Pyke & Tyke

Pyke & Tyke

by RaziHaze

All standard disclaimers apply.  All characters in the following story (and
its subsequent chapters) are entirely fictional.  Any resemblance to real
people is entirely coincidental.  The author does not condone the actions
in the following story.  There is a strict line between fantasy and
reality, and, under no circumstances, should adults and minors have sexual
activity in real life.  In real life, no one under the age of eighteen (in
fact, very few people under the age of twenty-one, in the author's
opinion), should be having sex, because they are not mature enough.

If you are seriously considering having sex with a minor, please read no
further, and instead seek immediate psychiatric help.

Remember to keep your fantasy life and your real life very separate!

The following story (and its subsequent chapters) contain gay sex, sex
between adults and minors, oral sex, anal sex, anal-oral contact (rimming),
urination (watersports), interracial sex, group sex, and others.  if any of
this offends you, please press the back button on your browser now.

Under no circumstances should this story (or its subsequent chapters) be
published on any websites without the author's explicit consent.  If you
wish to contact the author for the purposes of redistributing this story,
you may do so at Razi Haze @ Yahoo . com (remove the spaces).

The following are story codes that apply to this chapter and/or subsequent
chapters:

M/B, M+/B, WS, Rimming, PED, Gay, First, Orgy



Now sit back, drop those pants, and enjoy the story!



Chapter I



	Raindrops bombarded the wall-length window like shells on a
battlefield in Shelley's.  Jacob Pyke - or just `Pyke' to his friends -
fiddled with his iPhone listening to the crashing water on the glass.  His
car was prone to hydroplaning, and he didn't want to take the chance
driving home, even though home was only about fifteen minutes away.  He
needed dinner, and it had been far too long since he had been in a diner.
He had arduously saved up his vacation days, and now had a full week off
from work; an evening, if it was alone, at a diner was a fitting way to
begin that week.

	Pyke was a confident man of twenty-eight years old.  He was six and
a half feet talk, about two hundred fifty pounds, and very well-muscled.
He took a lot of pride in his body; it had taken him close to a decade of
augmenting his diet and work-out regiment to achieve his physique.  He had
medium brown hair, that was perpetually looked like he had just rolled out
of bed; coupled with deep brown eyes.  He had a goatee and a - tonight at
least - a five o' clock shadow.  Most of his body was pretty hairy, at
least for his age; the hair made him sweat more when he worked out, but
then again, he seemed to remember that he always sweated a lot.  Despite
classifying himself as `white,' Pyke's skin was a little darker than most.
He knew he had some other race buried in his gene pool - maybe Hispanic or
Samoan - but he wasn't sure which one.  Perhaps, though, his most
impressive feature, was his ten and a half inch, uncircumcised penis.

	Pyke worked for a company that manufactured brake pads and sold
them to car manufacturers.  He never had a really keen interest in cars,
but - after getting a job in Breakers Inc. right out of college - he found
himself rising quickly in the company's ranks.  And, after six years, he
found that he didn't need to know anything about cars or brakes, just
business.  Once he felt secure in his position within the company, a little
over a year ago, he started working on putting together a sleeve of tattoos
that now ran up his left arm.  Pyke had design-after-design painfully put
onto his arm, at least twice a month, until the final one was stitched onto
his wrist last month.  To celebrate the final tattoo in his masterpiece,
Pyke had got his scrotum pierced.

	Despite not being very crowded at all, Shelley's was badly
understaffed.  The waitress motioned to Pyke that she would be with him in
just a moment, and Pyke motioned back, holding up one hand, to indicate
that she should take her time.  He thought about trying to seduce her later
during the course of dinner.  It had been a good few weeks since he had
gotten laid, and the waitress was attractive enough.  And she was a
red-head.  Pyke was bisexual, and had an insatiable sexual appetite.  That
being said, he had very few long-lasting relationships.  Up until that
point in his life, the longest relationship he had was with a prostitute
named "Brandy" he picked up one night (Pyke was almost certain that wasn't
her real name).  He never-minded sleeping with prostitutes, he saw that
relationship as more honest.  Since most of his one-night-stands were just
about sex - and only that - the hookers he slept with were under no
delusion that their relationship was about anything else.  He and Brandy
stopped seeing one-another when she got out of the business; he gave her a
generous tip the night she told him that.

	Pyke rapped his fingers across his placemat, wondering if the
waitress could even handle his ten and a half inch cock, when a young boy
wandered into the diner.  The boy's name was Bailey Matthis, and he had
just turned twelve-years old one week ago.

	Bailey was dripping with rainwater.  His shirt and shorts were both
clinging to his small frame as if he were wearing spandex.  His shaggy,
dark brown hair also stuck to the side of his head.  Once totally inside
the roadside diner, Bailey shook his head like a dog, flinging water all
around him.  He shivered slightly, then made his way to a booth, leaving a
trail of water behind him, as it flew from his green backpack.

	Bailey had ran away from his foster home as part of a birthday
present to himself.  He figured that, at this point, no one would notice.
He had been shipped from foster home to foster home for as long as he could
remember.  Most of those homes were abusive.  For a while he assumed it was
just the luck of the draw, that he kept on getting paired with foster
parents who thought using a belt was appropriate on a nine-year old.  But,
he was soon tired of taking the chance.  And, the night before he turned
twelve, he packed up the essentials: a change of clothes, some snacks, and
his skateboard, some money, and walked out the front door.  He was sure
that his crack-addicted foster mother didn't even notice him walking out
the door; and, even after a week, she might have not even noticed he was
gone at all.  He didn't care anyway.

	Bailey had successfully maneuvered east across four states using
what little money he had saved up for bus fare, until he made it to Ohio.
He had planned on going all the way to New York City, but he ran out of
money earlier than expected.  He spent his last dollar on a hotdog two days
prior, and, almost immediately afterward, his skateboard was stolen.
Bailey had made his way into Shelley's that night to get out of the rain,
and because he thought he might be able to steal a half-way decent meal
from the salad bar.

	Pyke looked up from his iPhone and across his table to the adjacent
booth just as Bailey was sitting down.  Pyke instantly found the boy
attractive, despite the fact that he was shivering and blue.  Pyke had
never had sex with a child - unless you count that seventeen-year old boy
who could've passed for twenty-one -Êbut, for just a moment, he thought
about what a boy like Bailey would be like between the sheets.  He put that
thought to rest quickly though, because he expected one of the boy's
parents to walk in any minute.  Still, he looked directly at Bailey and
smiled warmly.

	Bailey didn't smile back; as a general rule, he didn't smile at
adults.  He didn't usually trust adults.  But, after a moment, and
realizing that there was a decent chance he'd get caught trying to steal,
he gulped, and decided to roll the dice.  Bailey stood up and walked the
five feet to Pyke's booth, sitting down across from the hairy, well-muscled
man, flinging his backpack onto the seat.

	"Hey," Bailey said, with a faux smile.  He voice was slightly
deeper than your average twelve-year old's.

	Pyke smiled back, more genuinely though, and responded, "Hi."  He
quickly realized that this boy did not come here with his parents.
Scenarios which could've led to a boy, this young, being at a diner on the
side of a busy highway, by himself, this late at night flooded through
Pyke's mind.  He felt a little sad for the boy.  But soon he realized that
his chances of having a sexual encounter with the boy quadrupled!  Sure,
those chances were still small, but they were certainly bigger than before.
"My name's Pyke."

	"I'm Bailey."

	"What are you doing out by yourself so late Bailey?"

	Bailey shrugged, he didn't like that question.  He was looking for
a free meal, not for some random adult to worry about what he was doing,
and send him back into foster care.  "Just felt like it, I guess."

	Pyke decided to be point blank and ask about Bailey's parents.
"Where are yourÑ"

	"ÑYou two ready to order?" began the waitress out of nowhere.

	Up close, Pyke realized that she was more attractive than he had
previously estimated.  She had a nice body; her breasts weren't too big,
probably small B-cups, but they were perky.  The name-tag over her left
breast read "Julie."  Pyke smiled at Julie; he could totally get her in
bed.  "I'll have the hot-open roast beef sandwich," he said.  "Oh, and a
Coke."

	Julie smiled back, "Fries or a baked potato?"

	"Fries," replied Pyke.  He looked over to Bailey indicating that he
should order.

	Bailey wasn't expecting to be offered a meal, despite the fact that
it was his goal.  "I'll have a cheeseburger with fries, and a water."

	Julie nodded and tucked away her pad and pencil.  "Be back in a
few."

	"I can't pay," Bailey said softly to Pyke.

	"I figured," Pyke shrugged.  "You came in without your parents."
That was when Pyke noticed a worried look wash over Bailey's face.  "Don't
worry, kid, I'll pay.  And I'm not going to the police or anything," he
tried to sound a reassuring as possible.

	Bailey didn't know whether to be nervous that his status as
parentless was so obvious, or relieved that Pyke didn't care.  He gave a
half-hearted, but significantly more genuine smile.  "Thanks."

	"You're welcome."  Pyke flicked off his iPhone's screen and slipped
it into his pocket.  "So, where are your parents?"

	"I don't know...I don't even remember them.  I've been in foster
homes since I was, like, four."

	"Then where are your foster parents?"

	"I'm not getting out of this question, am I?" asked Bailey, with a
small laugh.

	"Am I going to get in trouble for aiding and abetting a runaway?"

	Bailey gave a deeper and more genuine laugh.  "I don't think my
foster mom even knows I'm gone.  And, even if she does, she's too high to
care."  He twirled his index finger around next to his head, indicating
that she was crazy.  "Besides, she's back in Minnesota."

	Pyke's eyes widened at the thought that this small boy, who was
certainly less than five feet tall, had successfully made his way across
four states.  "If you need a place to stay, you're more than welcome at my
house...I've got a spare bedroom."  In fact, Pyke had two spare bedrooms.

	"Yeah...sure."  Bailey nodded, "Thanks."

	Within fifteen minutes their food had arrived.  Pyke attempted to
strike up a conversation with the boy based on some sort of shared
interest.  He thought it would be unlikely that he could share anything in
common with a twelve-year old; but, much to his surprise, the two shared
much in way of opinions and hobbies.

	Aside from similar tastes in music and movies - which wasn't that
unusual -Êthey both enjoyed basketball.  Pyke enjoyed playing basketball,
while Bailey enjoyed watching; but it was still something.  Perhaps most
unusually was the fact that Bailey agreed with Pyke in regards to politics;
until that point, Pyke had no idea that boys Bailey's age knew their local
congressman was, much less have such strong and negative opinions about the
congressional majority whip.

	"You've barely eaten anything?" piped up Bailey, who reached across
the table and stole one of Pyke's french fries, adding it to his own
collection.

	Pyke shrugged, he had been to engrossed in conversation to really
get into eating.  But, to appease the lad, he took a bite of his meal.

	"Cool tattoos," said Bailey as he reached out and tapped Pyke's
arm.  "I wanna get a tattoo some day." He took a sip of his Coke.  "But not
yet; I don't want it to stretch when I grow into a six foot tall beast!"

	Bailey had a lot of confidence in his voice the calmer he became.
Pyke couldn't help but grin at this; nothing was sexier than confidence!

	"I wanna get something pierced too," said Bailey in between bites
of his burger, "I don't have to wait to get pierced."  He looked up at
Pyke, and found himself caught in a stare when their eyes met.  They had
the same eye color: a deep brown, almost black.  It took Bailey a good five
seconds before he could look away. "Uh..." he stammered.  "Do you have
anything pierced?"

	Pyke took a bite a nodded.  "Yep."

	"What?"

	"You don't wanna know."

	"Now I definitely want to know!" Bailey chuckled.

	Pyke swallowed and said, "My ball sack."

	Bailey threw his head back in a fit of laughter.  "Really? That's
so cool!  Maybe I should get my ball sack pierced.  I don't know what I
want to get pierced yet, anyway."

	"Your belly button," said Pyke without missing a beat.  He always
thought belly button rings were sexy; not on himself of course.

	"Ya think?"

	"I'll tell you what," he said, attempting to be more forward.  "If
you want, tomorrow, I'll take you to my guy-" he pointed to his tattoo
indicating this was the individual who was responsible for the artwork
running up and down his arm "-and we'll get you that piercing.  My treat."

	"Really?" Bailey was ecstatic!  Grown-ups were never this cool.
This guy not only treated him like an adult, and didn't talk down to him,
but he was offering to take him to get something pierced.  Maybe Pyke was
the exception to the rule...maybe he was the one adult he could trust.
"Definitely!"

	Pyke barely finished the main portion of his meal, and Bailey
devoured his left over fries.  Pyke could tell that the boy hadn't eaten in
a while.

	Julie made her way over to the table when she saw their food was
finished.  "Dessert?"

	Bailey raised an eyebrow curiously; he wasn't sure if he was
allowed to order dessert.

	Pyke held up one finger, "What do you recommend?"

	"We have a good selection of pies...blueberry's my favorite," began
Julie.

	"Blueberry pie it is, then.  Since it's obviously delicious, or you
would have recommended it."  Pyke winked at the waitress.

	Julie couldn't help but smile as she turned to Bailey.

	"And what about you, hon?" she asked of the boy, who she assumed
was the man's younger brother.

	"I'll have a slice of blueberry pie too."

	Julie nodded and walked away.

	"You're gonna fuck her aren't you?" asked Bailey raising an eyebrow
at Pyke.

	Pyke shrugged, "Maybe."

	Julie returned shortly with two slices of pie; she put a scoop of
vanilla ice cream on Bailey's.  Bailey, of course, at both helpings.

	When Julie returned with the check, scrawled on the customer's
copy, in the bottom corner, was her phone number.  A detail which did not
go unnoticed by Bailey.  "She wants you to fuck her." He chuckled.

	Pyke paid at the front desk and led Bailey out to his car.  The
rain had mostly subsided, but it was still drizzling.  Pyke's car was a
two-year old black Lexus.  Bailey slid into the passengers seat, and threw
his backpack over his shoulder, onto the back seat.

	"Do you live close to hear?" asked the boy.

	"About fifteen minutes away."

	Bailey nodded and leaned back in his seat.  He rolled he head
slightly until he was looking at Pyke.  He liked Pyke, and he watched him
drive for most of the ride back to his house.

	Pyke's house was a moderately sized, three-bedroom house, with a
finished basement on the offshoot of a development.  It had
asparagus-colored siding and black shutters.  The back yard was fenced in
with tall shrubs, and the grass was lush and green (although, maybe
slightly overgrown, as Pyke tended to wait a little too long in between
mowings).

	Bailey fell in love with the house before he even stepped inside.
He had lived in a few houses before; but most of his foster homes were in
apartment buildings or, occasionally, trailer parks.  Houses were always
nicer.  And this one was larger than any of the ones he had every lived in.

	Pyke put a hand on the boy's shoulder as he led him inside the
front door.  He was making a point to keep his hands on the boy as often as
possible; in hopes that the boy would get used to being touched.  The
inside of the house was well-furnished.  In actuality, Pyke had hired one
of his one-night stands - and interior decorator named Cindy - to furnish
and decorate the place for him.  And, save for a few changes he had to make
to the pictures she had to hang, he liked the result.

	Bailey turned his head and looked up at Pyke, who he now realized
was at least a foot and a half taller than he was.  "You have an awesome
house."

	"Thanks."

	Pyke led the boy upstairs and toward a bathroom in the hallway.
"You probably need a shower, huh?"

	Bailey nodded, but joked nonetheless.  "You don't think the rain
outside was enough?"  He placed his backpack on the floor.

	Pyke laughed politely and tousled the boy's hair before walking out
of the bathroom.

	Bailey stretched and began peeling off his clothes; which still
clung wet to his body.  Once naked, he heard a knock on the door.  He
grabbed the nearest towel he could find, a decorative one that wasn't
really meant for drying, and wrapped it around his waist.  "Come in."  The
door opened.

	Pyke, carrying a large, indigo, button-down shirt and a
mint-colored towel in one hand, walked into the bathroom and placed a
toothbrush on the counter next to the sink; it was one of his many spares,
meant one of his many lovers.  He reached into the medicine cabinet and
pulled out a tube of toothpaste.

	"If you want to leave you dirty and wet clothes, in that basket,"
Pyke pointed to a plastic laundry basket set down in the hallway, "I'll
throw them in the washing machine for you."

	Pyke placed the button-down shirt and the towel onto the toilet
seat.  "That's the largest shirt I have; it should cover a tyke like you."
He looked down at the boy and winked.

	Bailey chuckled, and ran his finger along the button-down shirt's
sleeve, it was a very soft jersey cotton.  "I'm not a tyke."

	"Yes you are...but a particularly badass one," said Pyke
reassuringly, as he tousled the boy's hair again.  "Clean yourself up."

	He walked out of the room again, leaving Bailey to close the door.

	Bailey opened his backpack, and removed all the clothes from it,
and tossed them into the basket out in the hallway; he did the same with
the wet clothes he had just taken off.  Bailey shut the bathroom door and
dropped the towel, and brushed his teeth for the first time in a week.
Once he was finished, he brushed them once more for good measure.  He hoped
in the shower, and set in on steaming hot.

	He washed himself and his hair twice, before finally exiting the
shower into (a now sauna-like) bathroom more than a half-hour later.  He
wiped the fog off of a full-length mirror in the bathroom with a the teal
towel.  He examined himself, finally clean.  His hair was shaggy, and a
little curly, and clung to the side of his face and head with the damp
water. ÊHis body was slightly tanned, but not extremely so.  He had tan
lines beginning at his waist, and ending at his knees, where his baggy
cargos generally cut off. ÊHis penis was circumcised and small, about three
inches when fully erect (a state he found himself in more-and-more lately);
he didn't exactly realize that it was small though, never having really
gauged it against anyone else's.  Despite his stature, he was well-defined
for his age; he had the beginnings of a nice six-pack forming, and his pecs
were decently outlined (if still subtle).

	Bailey threw the shirt over his head; it was very comfortable.  The
shirt was very big on him, reaching his knees at its longest points.  He
hung up the towel, made sure that the bathroom was clean, pick up his now
practically empty backpack, and walked out into the hallway.  Bailey
listened intently to see if he could hear Pyke; He heard what sounded
distinctly like typing.  Bailey shut his eyes and concentrated on the noise
until he deciphered from which direction it was flowing.

	Bailey found his way to the master bedroom, where her found Pyke
sitting at his desk, typing something into his computer.  "Hey," he said,
just to say something.

	Pyke turned his head, "Well what do you know?"  He stood up,
stretched, and made his way toward Bailey.  He was wearing only a pair of
tight, black boxer-briefs.  "There was a boy underneath all that grime."
He ran a finger gently along the side of Bailey's cheek.  "A cute one."

	"Hey!" said Bailey, feigning offense at being called "cute."  He
laughed.  Bailey found himself more-than-a-little distracted by the hair on
Pyke's chest.  He had never really had the occasion to see too many of his
foster dad's without a shirt on before, but the few times he had, he didn't
remember them being this hairy, or well-muscled, for that matter.  The boy
yawned and looked over at the clock, it was pushing 11:00 PM.

	"Come on, tyke, let's get you off to bed."  Pyke put his arm around
Bailey's shoulder and led him down the hall into one of the spare bedrooms.

	The bedroom contained a closet filled with spare sheets and
blankets, and empty dresser, and a few other essentials that a guest might
need, including a desk and a flat-screen television mounted on the wall.
Pyke stood in the door while Bailey surveyed the awesome bedroom.

	"Wow!" exclaimed Bailey, before looking back at Pyke.  "Thank you."

	Pyke just nodded and grabbed the nearby remote control.  He led
Bailey over to the bed, as he flicked on the TV, turning it onto Comedy
Central.  Bailey snuggled himself under the covers and stared up at some
rerun of South Park that he had never seen.

	Pyke looked down at the boy and brushed the hair out of his eyes,
giving a sly smile, which Bailey returned in kind.  Pyke reached down and
unbuttoned the top button on Bailey's shirt.

	"Hey!" said Bailey.

	"What?" said Pyke, stopping the unbuttoning.  "You can't sleep in
that shirt, the buttons will push into you while you sleep," he said
matter-of-factly.

	"Then I'd be sleeping naked, dude."

	"So?" asked Pyke.  "I sleep naked every night," he continued
unbuttoning Bailey's shirt.  This time Bailey didn't protest.

	"You sleep naked?" he asked.

	Pyke just nodded.  "And as long as you're in my house, you'll sleep
naked too." he said in a stern yet joking voice.  He pulled the shirt over
the boy's head and tossed it onto a nearby chair.  The covers were pulled
up to just below Bailey's belly button.  Pyke rested a hand on Bailey's
chest, and rubbed it softly.

	"You have a nice chest," said Pyke, as he let his fingers glide
over Bailey's nipple.

	Bailey smiled, "So do you."

	"You should find excuses to be shirtless," responded Pyke as he
continued rubbing Bailey's chest.

	Bailey chuckled and put his hands over his head, giving the man
before him free reign.

	Pyke pinched one of the boy's tiny, dime-sized, pink nipples
playfully and stood up.  "I'll see you in the morning, tyke."

	"Good night," responded Bailey as Pyke exited the room, leaving the
door wide open.

	Bailey drifted off to sleep, barely paying attention to the TV,
rolling the phrase "Pyke and Tyke" over-and-over in his head.

ÑÑÑÑÑ

	Bailey woke up at around 10:00 AM, at least according to the clock
that sat on a bed-side table.  Next to the clock was a tray with some
scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.  He sat up, and wolfed down the breakfast
as if it was his last.  Within ten minutes, he had devoured the entire
meal.  He got out of bed and stretched before he remembered that he and
slept naked.

	Bailey scratched his head, yawned, and stumbled over to a nearby
chair, grabbing the button-down shirt he had worn (for all of five minutes)
the night before.  He put the shirt back on, and buttoned it up.

	Bailey carried the tray downstairs, listening and looking intently
for where Pyke might be; he thought he heard something from beneath him,
and figured that Pyke must be in the basement.  He placed his now empty
breakfast tray on a counter in the kitchen. and walked briskly toward a
door that he assumed led to the basement.  He opened the door to reveal a
well-stocked pantry and shrugged.  He opened another door a few feet away,
and walked down a flight of stairs.

	At the bottom of the stairs he found himself at another hallway,
and leading into a few rooms.  He followed the noise he had heard earlier
until he found Pyke in what appeared to be an exercise room.  The room was
furnished with a stationary bike, a treadmill, some weights, and other
exercise machines that Bailey didn't know the name for.

	Pyke sat on the edge of a bench on his nineteenth rep of lifting a
barbell.  When he was done, he placed the barbell down and looked up.
"Good morning," he began as he stood.  He stretched.  He was wearing only a
pair of work-out pants and sneakers.  "How did you sleep?"

	"Good," said Bailey as he walked further into the room and sat down
on a bench across from Pyke.  "How about you?"

	Pyke nodded, "I slept well.  How did you like sleeping naked?"

	Bailey smiled, "It was pretty cool!"

	Pyke sat down on the floor, and fell into a position to do sit-ups.
"Care to hold my feet down?"

	Bailey fell to his knees and put his knees on Pyke's toes.  Pyke
proceeded to perform a quick series of twenty sit-ups.  With every rep, the
smell of his sweat blew off of him like smoke, and into Bailey's nostrils.
It took Bailey a few seconds to identify what he was smelling; but he knew
instantly that he liked the smell.  And, for some reason, he found his
small cocklette getting hard.

	Bailey changed his position quickly and began holding down Pyke's
toes with his hands as opposed to his knees, in a quick-thinking effort to
hid his growing erection.  This position, though, put his face closer to
Pyke's crotch, which he soon discovered, also had an intoxicating aroma.
Bailey shook his head, trying to ignore the smell, but it did nothing to
make his dick softer.

	When Pyke finished his reps, he laid down on the floor for a
minute.  Bailey took this opportunity to stand up and quickly sit down on a
bench, his hands between his legs, trying to force his erection back down.
And, after about thirty seconds, his erection was gone.

	Pyke stood up, and stretched again.  "Thanks, tyke." He reached
over and messed up the boy's hair.

	Pyke ran a towel over his chest, wiping off at least a cup of
sweat.  He started toward an adjacent room, and tossed his towel over to
Bailey, playfully.

	The smell of the towel overwhelmed the boy, who found himself hard
again, almost immediately.  Bailey stood up, and used the towel to hide his
boner as he followed Pyke into the next room.

	It was a bathroom, a little larger than your average bathroom,
clearly custom built to go with the exercise room.  It had a gang shower,
two sinks, and a bench like one might find in a sauna.

	Pyke sat down on the bench and began removing his shoes.  "So, are
we still on for getting that belly button pierced today?" asked Pyke
playfully.

	Bailey shrugged then nodded, "definitely!"

	Pyke stood up and, in one swift motion, dropped his pants.  He was
wearing nothing underneath.

	Even soft, Pyke's cock was impressive, hanging at least seven
inches, and very thick, the foreskin hanging a little past the head.  And,
as Pyke predicted, Bailey stared directly at it.

	Pyke lifted his cock up, revealing his pierced scrotum.  It was a
small, silver stud.  "See the piercing?"

	Bailey nodded, then forced himself to look away.  "Dude, you're
naked."

	"So what?" asked Pyke, very confidently.

	Bailey tentatively turned his head back and stared more openly at
the massive cock before him.  "Did it hurt to get that pierced?"

	"Not as much as you might think," responded the man, still holding
his cock up, keeping his hairy balls in full view.

	"I can't quite see it," said Bailey, telling a half-truth.  He bent
over and leaned in a little closer, trying to get a better view of the
piercing...and the cock in general.  "It's big," he said, stating a fact.  He
gulped.  He reached his finger forward as if he was going to touch the
piercing, but stopped.

	"You can touch it," said Pyke, looking down at the boy with a
smile.

	Bailey smiled, and reached out.  He let his tiny finger toy with
the piercing for a moment, and then with the skin around it.  He was
uncontrollably hard now.

	"That feels nice," said Pyke.

	Bailey looked up at him and gave raised an eyebrow.  "Yeah?"  He
started rubbing Pyke's right testicle gently, getting his tiny hands
covered in sweat.

	"Oh yeah."  Pyke placed a hand on the back of Bailey's head; his
other hand, still holding his (now slightly stiff) cock up.  Bailey reached
up with his other hand, and started rubbing Pyke's left testicle, the towel
dropping in the process.  From this angle, Pyke could easily tell that
Bailey was very erect.  "You keep doing that and I'll bet getting hard
really soon, tyke."

	Bailey looked up at Pyke's face.  "Yeah?" he repeated again, in a
breathy voice.  He tentatively reached up and began rubbing a few fingers
along the length of Pyke's massive cock.  "Does that feel good too?" he
chuckled slightly.

	"Care to finish this up in my bedroom, kid?" Pyke placed his hand
on Bailey's and helped the boy to his feet.

	"Uh...Okay." said Bailey, impossibly excited.

	Pyke walked toward the door and opened it up for Bailey, the two
began the trek upstairs and into the master bedroom.

	When they were halfway up the stairs leading to the second floor,
Pyke lifted the back of Bailey's shirt, examining his pert bubble butt.
"You have a hot ass."

	"Hey!" replied the boy, in shock.  He wasn't used to be looked upon
as a sexual object.  He thought for a moment, and realized he actually
liked that someone found him sexy.  "Ya think?"  He lifted the back of his
shirt up and wiggled his ass a little bit as he made his way up the stairs.

	"Take your shirt off," commanded Pyke when they reached the
landing.

	Bailey thought for about half a second before he decided to follow
Pyke's orders.  He knew at this point that the two of them would be having
sex, or at least doing something unmistakably sexual.  Bailey was a virgin,
and assumed that Pyke was very experienced; if he did what Pyke said, it
would likely make it more enjoyable...for the both of them.  Bailey removed
his shirt, and blushed.  For the first time since he was a toddler, someone
was seeing him completely naked.

	"Good," said Pyke, as he continued into his bedroom.  Pyke lied
down on the soft cotton sheets of his king-sized bed.  He put his hands
behind his head, revealing his hair, dripping armpits, and spread his legs
slightly.  His ten and a half inch cock pointed strait up toward the
ceiling.  "Get to it, tyke," he commanded again.

	And Bailey followed his orders, with a smile on his face.  He
enthusiastically jumped onto the bed and sat between Pyke's spread legs.
He knelt over and grasped Pyke's gigantic cock with both hands, which,
together, didn't even encircle its entire girth.  Bailey uttered an amazed,
"woah," under his breath as he instinctively jacked the uncut beauty
up-and-down.

	He continued that for a few seconds before turning away from the
cock and looking up at Pyke for some encouragement.  Pyke nodded,
indicating that he was doing it correctly, and Bailey continued.  The smell
of the now uncovered crotch of the man flooded into Bailey's nostrils,
making his little dick throb.  Instinctually he leaned his face forward and
sniffed Pyke's thick pubic hair.  "Mmmm," he moaned without realizing it.

	"You like the smell of my cock, punk?" asked Pyke, his voice
becoming a little more dominant.  He was letting Bailey know who was boss.

	Bailey looked up and nodded.

	"Good...give my crotch a nice tongue bath then."  Pyke waited to see
Bailey's reaction.

	The boy looked a little confused, then started to tentatively like
Pyke's pubic hair, making the man laugh.  Bailey laughed back, then lowered
his face, and licked the skin between Pyke's balls and thigh, moaning
again.

	"That's a good boy," said Pyke, as Bailey continued his
ministrations, more vigorously.

	"Lick under my balls," commanded Pyke, as he spread his legs a
little wider.  And Bailey did just that.  Swiping his tongue over and over
again, along the length of Pyke's taint.

	Bailey found that the closer his tongue was to Pyke's ass, the
stronger the smell - and now taste - he enjoyed so much was.  But he dared
not venture that low.  However, Bailey was not opposed to sucking on one of
Pyke's balls.

	Bailey lifted his head up slightly and opened his mouth, placing it
directly on the man's right testicle.  The testicle wouldn't fit into his
mouth with any ease, but he kept on trying to get it inside.  He pushed a
little more, and opened his mouth a little wider, until his cheeks bulged
with, filled with the testicle the size of his fist.

	Bailey sucked for a little while on the huge ball, his eyes rolling
back in ecstasy, as he started humping the sheets.  He pulled his mouth
away slowly and found himself grinning.  He moved his head over to Pyke's
left testicle and placed his lips on it.  He didn't attempt to fit this one
in his mouth, instead he just sucked and licked it.  While tending to
Pyke's ball with his mouth, his right hand continued to jack off the man's
giant cock, and his left hand tugged softly on Pyke's pubic hair.

	"You're a natural at this, you know that, little faggot?" asked
Pyke.

	Bailey smiled at the compliment.  He wasn't even phased by being
called a faggot...he didn't even think about it.

	"You wanna suck my cock, boy?" Pyke said more than asked.

	Bailey looked up and nodded, "Yeah!  Can I?"

	"Turn around, so I can play with your ass, while you suck my cock."

	Bailey sat up and turned his body around; readjusting into a
69-position.  He stared at the cock head and slowly pulled back the
foreskin.  "You're uncircumcised," he said.

	"Yep."

	There was a thin ring of some sort of white film under the rim of
Pyke's cock, "what's that white stuff?"

	"Smegma," responded Pyke, as he ran a finger along the crack of
Bailey's ass.  "Such a hot ass," he mumbled under his breath.

	"What's smegma?"

	"It's stuff that forms under foreskin...I usually wash it away when I
shower, but you can lick it up if you want," explained Pyke absently while
he started pushing his thick finger against Bailey's pink, virginal
asshole.  He didn't penetrate the hole, just rubbed his index finger around
it in a circle, eliciting a pleased moan from the boy.

	Bailey, overcome with lust, leaned forward and licked up a bit of
smegma without so much as a second thought.  Finding he enjoyed the taste,
or at least the fact that he was being dirty, he ducked his head back down
and licked up all of the rest of the smegma, and swallowed.

	"You like my dick cheese, faggot?" asked Pyke as he began kneading
Bailey's perfect ass cheeks.

	"Mmm-hmm," was all Bailey could say as he opened his mouth widely
and started trying to force the whole head of the cock into his mouth.  It
was an arduous task, but he managed to get the head - which was only
slightly small than Pyke's testicle - inside his mouth, bulging his cheeks
out like a chipmunk.  He pushed down, and soon had managed three inches of
the shaft inside his mouth, before he felt Pyke's hand on the back of his
head pushing slightly.

	Bailey relaxed his tongue and managed another inch inside his
throat, before he couldn't get any more inside.  Pyke stopped pushing,
slipped his hand under Bailey's throat and lifted him up slightly,
indicating he should stop.

	"Am I doing it wrong?" asked Bailey as he pulled the cock from his
mouth, a thin strand of saliva mixed with precum connecting his mouth to
the cock head.

	"Not at all, you're amazing.  You were made to suck cock,"
explained Pyke as he gently rubbed Bailey's cheek with his finger, causing
the boy to blush a bright red.  "I just want to remember this moment."

	Pyke rolled out of bed and walked to the other side of the room.
While he was walking, Bailey too the opportunity to stare at the man's ass.
It was almost as hairy as his chest; and, for some reason, that turned him
on.  Bailey sat up, and dangled his feet over the edge of the bed.

	Pyke reached into a desk drawer, and returned a moment later
carrying a digital camera.  He walked back to the bed, and aimed his cock
directly into Bailey's face, aiming the camera down at the lad.  "Alright,
then, faggot.  Get to work."

	Bailey grinned and chuckled.  He opened his mouth, and stuck out
his tongue, and leaned forward, sliding the head and the four inches of the
shaft inside of him.  His big brown eyes looked up at Pyke as he bobbed his
head up and down instinctually.

	"Good job," said Pyke as he snapped a picture.  He continued
snapping pictures, one every five seconds or so.  "I'm gonna fill up this
memory card with picture of you being my little cock slave."  He moaned as
he gently humped the boy's face.  "You're my little cock slave."  He placed
his hand on the back of Bailey's head.

	Bailey moved his hands up, and began jacking off the massive cock
before him while he sucked as much as he could.  He pushed down further,
managing to get a fifth inch of the shaft inside his mouth.  The head had
now completely passed his uvula, and was heading down his throat.  Bailey
swallowed, massing the cock head with the muscles lining his windpipe.  He
started breathing through his nose as if it were second-nature.

	Pyke continued taking pictures and rubbing the back of the boy's
head.  "Good boy."

	It was at this point that Bailey's eyes started to roll up.  His
body started tingling, and his cocklette started throbbing dramatically.
His breathing increased, he muscles weakened, he felt his arms drop from
Pyke's cock.  And suddenly Bailey found himself in another world.  He was
in a world where all the pain of the past flew away.  Those memories of
being beaten by his foster father when he was seven, or being ignored by
his foster mother when he was ten, emptied out of his brain, and were
replaced by pure bliss.  He managed to squeak his eyes open slightly, and,
just looked into Pyke's eyes and smiling face behind the camera.  He felt
like he was in heaven.  Then he returned to reality, his cock softening
slightly, his breathing still heavy.

	Bailey pulled back slightly until Pyke's still raging cock was
removed from his mouth, dripping precum like a fountain onto his chin and
chest.  He needed a moment to catch his breath.

	"Looks to me like you just had an orgasm, tyke.  Was that your
first?" asked Pyke, as he rubbed a tear from Bailey's cheek.

	Bailey nodded, "Was that what that was?"

	Pyke nodded, and noted that nothing had come out of Bailey's little
three-incher.  It must've been a dry orgasm.  "You wanna make me cum,
faggot?"

	Bailey smiled broadly and nodded vigorously.  And, without with
gusto, he shoved eight inches of the cock down his throat, and moaned.

	Pyke put his hand back behind the boy's head and started humping
again.  "You're gonna make me cum, tyke...you want my cum?"

	"Mmm-hmm," moaned Bailey, only having a vague idea of what cum was.
He reached his hands back up and started jacking the cock, determined to
make Pyke feel as much pleasure as possible.  And, he was succeeding.

	Suddenly, Pyke was flooded with the same bliss that had overcome
Bailey only minutes prior.  And his cock started expanding.

	Bailey gagged as suddenly the even more engorged tool filled his
throat.  He pulled back as fast as he could to keep himself from choking,
until only the head of the cock was left in his mouth.  That was when
Pyke's balls started unloading.

	Spurt-after-glorious spurt of thick, white, cum shot out of the
head of Pyke's cock, coating the inside of Bailey's mouth.  Bailey was in
shock at first.  He froze as the second spurt hit his throat.  Bailey
swallowed and Pyke's bliss started spreading, as if through the seed.  He
was back in heaven.

	Pyke removed the cock from Bailey's throat and started unloading on
the boy's face.  It required all of his energy to keep from falling over as
he continued to snap pictures.

	Bailey kept his mouth wide opened as the six...seven...now ten shots of
semen splattered onto his face, and into his mouth.  He found that he loved
the taste, and he swallowed again with an excited moan.

	Pyke's cock finally stopped squirting cum after sixteen shots, the
last ones dribbling onto Bailey's chest.  He grabbed a few final shots of
Bailey, doused in semen.

	Bailey, reached up and wiped some of the cum from around his eyes,
dragging it into his open mouth.  Pyke snapped a picture of that beautiful
sight, before finally turning the camera off.

	"You did a great job, tyke," he said, tousling the boy's hair.

	Bailey smirked, cum still covering his face.  "That was awesome!"

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	Ten minutes later, Bailey was relaxing in the giant bathtub in the
master bathroom, while Pyke dimmed the lights, creating a more mellow
atmosphere.  He lowered himself into the bathtub across from Bailey.

	Bailey readjusted himself so he was sitting between Pyke's legs,
letting the man's arm fold around him.

	"Did you like that, tyke?" asked Pyke as he wiped some stray cum
from behind Bailey's ear, and feeding it to the boy, who sucked it off his
finger enthusiastically.

	"Yeah," he said honestly as he leaned back, he head against Pyke's
chest.  "Did you mean what you said before?"

	"Did I mean what, kid?" asked Pyke.

	"When you said that I was your little cock slave?"

	"Yeah I meant it...why?" Pyke absently stroked Bailey's chest.

	Bailey shrugged.  He was happy being Pyke's cock slave.  He had
never thought he would be someone's slave, but the idea of belonging to
someone was thrilling to the boy.  Pyke had chosen to have him around; he
wasn't stuck with him by some foster-care lottery.  He had claimed him as
his own.  And Bailey was proud to be a cock slave.

	"You want to be my cock slave, right?" asked Pyke

	"Definitely," responded Bailey, not even entirely sure what the
meant.  He turned around so he was facing Pyke.  "What is a cock slave?"

	"It means that you'll do anything sexual that I tell you to do."

	"Anything?" asked Bailey.

	"Well, we'll try stuff that I want to do.  If you really don't like
it, I won't make you do it again...if you sort of like it, we'll keep doing
it until you really do like it...and if you already like, well I'm gonna make
you do it a lot."  He brushed the hair out of Bailey's eyes.  "But, no
matter what, when I'm horny, you better get on your knees and start sucking
my cock, or whatever I tell you to do!"

	"Oh yeah!" said Bailey with a sly smile and a deep chuckle.

	"Kiss me," commanded Pyke.

	And Bailey leaned forward, placing his lips directly on top of
Pyke's.  Pyke spread his lips slightly, and stuck his tongue inside the
boy's mouth.  Bailey seemed to be a natural at all things involving his
tongue, and expertly massage Pyke's tongue with his.  After a good thirty
seconds, they withdrew, and Bailey reclined back onto Pyke's chest.

	Finally, everything was perfect.



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