Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2003 11:23:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Oliver Homes <oliverhomes1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Quid Pro Quo

Quid Pro Quo

By Oliver Homes

Disclamer: The usual disclamer applies here; if it is illegal where you
live to view this type of material, or stories of this nature offend you
JUST DON'T read it, it's as simple as that.  This story is based on pure
fiction, nothing is real but the authors imagination.

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Quid Pro Quo

Chapter 1 - Introductions are in order


Well, that's that.....too bad....shit!....I really liked that kid, too.
Jamie and his family just pulled out of their driveway for the last time,
headed to Denver. His dad got a good job promotion and it meant moving.
SHIT! I really liked that kid. He was fun to have around...and play around
with.  So why you ask, is a 17 year old kid so wraped up over a 10 year old
boy?, Companionship, friendship, belonging, the fact I had no brothers or
sisters maybe it's because I'm an only child with no mom and a distant dad,
hell, I dunno. All I know is that I really had some good fun with Jamie, he
was always there at the right time and always wanted to make me happy.

Sure, I have friends..they all live about 10 miles from here. Gordonville
is about the middle of nowhere Oklahoma, the outskirts of Tulsa. We are so
small we don't even have our own high school. It's tough for a teenager
living out here and not having a car to drive, but my dad said he did not
trust other drivers, shit! you should see him behind the wheel of a car,
I've about crapped my pants before riding with him.

My mom and dad divorced when I was 4 years old. My mom wanted her
"independence" and "freedom", so my dad say's. When the papers were signed,
away she flew with a bewildered father and son left behind; tears stained
my soul and I was forever changed.

My dad was NOT cut out for parenting, there's just no two ways about it. He
did his best to make a home and provide for me, but other than that he was
completely lost.  His toughest challenge at that time was getting me to
quit soiling myself, ALL the time.  But what kind of reaction would you
expect from a four year old who just lost his mommy.  I stayed in diapers
or training pants for another 2 years or so but even at six I was still
wetting the bed at least once a week, and this actually went on until I was
almost a teenager. Even so, My dad had no idea how to deal with it. I
became aware at an early age how to get his attention when he was wrapped
up in something else and too busy to attend to me, so I'd wet myself or
even crap my pants. the latter was reserved for extreme cases because that
would almost always send him over the top and he'd get REALLY freaked out.
But I got what I wanted and needed; HIS undevided attention.

I remember these times best because after he started to yell I'd just start
bawling and pissing myself more, then he'd get all bummed out and start to
cry also. He would gently pick me up and hug me, kiss me on my cheek and
tell me everything would be all right.  After I calmed down he would take
me up stairs and lay me down on the bed in his room, He would take off my
pants and my soiled undies and get warm wash cloths from the bath and clean
me up front and back, quietly cooing to me and calling me his baby boy.
While I laid there looking up at him I saw rare and gentle sides of my
father, he was attentive and did a good job and I always felt better
afterwards. Sadly, those times did not happen often enough. And I was alone
with my pain much of the time.

Dad worked in Tulsa at a software development company. He got in on it when
PC's were just getting started and has been at it since. He works long
hours and was not home much, so I spent a lot of time at day care centers
and babysitters ( another story itself ) where I managed some attention,
but you are another face in the crowd in most of these centers.  By the
time I was 10 he felt I was "man" enough to get off the school bus and let
myself in the house, and take care of things untill he got home, IF he got
home at all. I spent many nights alone. I would sleep in his bed so I could
smell his scent, it gave me some sense of comfort. If and when he got home
he some times let me stay with him or he would pick me up and put me in my
bed. I savored the mornings that I woke up with him next to me, quietly
snoring, his rythmic breathing gently rocking the mattress. I loved those
moments so much.

Gordonville suddenly became the home of Tulsa Techies. The neighborhood
grew to three times the size it was when we moved here 8 years ago. We were
virtually the only house within 1/2 a mile of the next house, now we have
neighbors on both sides. Nicely furnished homes and BBQ's. Swimming pools
and Basketball hoops. BMW's, Hondas and SUV's everywhere.  We have a rusty
webber kettle grille that is almost new inside, a ruined kiddie pool my dad
bought when I was 8, and a 12 year old Volvo. oh, and the house is woefully
outdated.  We almost don't fit in the new neighborhood. I know that my dad
made good money, but I swear I don't know what he did with it. One good
thing though is that if I wanted money for clothes or necessities it was
there. He got me the best Dell on the market, a PS2, a 32" T.V., and a
stereo to boot, guess he felt a little guilty about me being out here all
by myself. But soon that was to change.

Shortly after my 12th birthday a new family moved in next door to us. I
woke up early one June morning just as summer vacation had started, to the
sound of semi truck brakes out front. I jumped out of bed and ran over to
the window and threw the curtains wide open to see what all the noise was
about and spied a moving van pulling up to the place next door.  I stood
there looking for a moment or two when I saw a boy of about 5 or 6 walk
around the front of the moving van and step up to the side walk. He was
looking around, scanning the hood so to speak, when he looked over at the
house, MY house, after a moment he looked up and saw me standinng there, I
waived to him but he just stood there looking at me like I was some sort of
alien or something, then it dawned on me why, I'm standing in my window
BUTT NAKED, Jeez! this kid probably thought I was some kind of perv or
something. He stood motionless for another moment them raised his arm about
waist high and waived then he ran towards his new house, no doubt to tell
his parents about the junior pervert next door.

Well, so much for making new friends. I walked away from the window and
headed down the hall to dad's room. I don't know why because he's not
there, I just wanted to see to be sure, maybe, just on the chance he took a
day off....or just wanted to play hooky... yea, fat chance. After mom left
he put all his energy and time into work. He has never dated that I know
of, never brought a lady home with him. He just quit on the other side of
life. I walked over to his bed and laid down, the sheets were almost cold
to the touch and felt good on my naked body. I started to get an erection
as I laid there, so I rolled over onto my back and started to play with
myself. Umm...that felt sooo good. I had been on the net for some time and
had learned about various sexual taboos such as masturbation long ago,
however, I had not been sexually mature enough to fully enjoy the pleasures
of self gratification untill recently. I'm not sure when it started to
happen, but I noticed my winkie had started to get bigger and a light
dusting of golden hairs had sprouted at the top of my shaft... Kewl.

Umm....that....is....so.....nice! I kept up stroking all 3 inches of my
blossoming manhood and at some point I felt like I was going to pee all
over the place so I jumped up real quick and ran to the bathroom, but about
half way there I suddenly had a wave of, well, I don't really know how to
explain it, it was kinda like the feeling you get on the first drop of a
roller coaster, only WAY better. Well I went to my knees right there in the
hall and felt my winkie just a pulsing all over the place and little jets
of white ooze flying out all over the carpet, DAMN! had I just done
something wrong? at this point I was scared shitless. I laid down on the
carpet as my head spun around and winkie twitched. I must have been there
for 10 minutes or so and as things started to clear up I felt something
sticky on my hand and lifted it up to take a look, It was then that it
dawned on me what had just happened, I had just shot my first wad! WOW! I
have got to do this more often.

There. I have had a fun time with this first chapter. As with many of the
authors on the archive I look forward to your suggestions and comments. I
will even entertain the flames.  Oliver