Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 16:27:07 -0500
From: zestful@myexcel.com
Subject: Rascal 2

Rascal Part Two
Dick Hickey
(M/M Oral, Anal, Incest)

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Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely
coincidental. The characters in this story might not practice
safe sex, so you should not imitate their behavior.
Save a life--your own--by practicing safe sex.  If you're not old
enough to read stories involving graphic descriptions of sex
between consenting males, or if such stories are illegal where you
live, do not continue reading beyond this sentence.

Rascal Part Two
Deceptions and Devices
	The sex with my 14-year-old houseguest, Ryan, had been one for
the books--one of mythical proportions.  He had "recruited" me for
Take A Kid To Work Day, so it was a no-nonsense morning as we ate and
got dressed for work.  We got there a half-hour early so I could give
Ryan a quick tour before punching in.  Human Resources took a photo
of Ryan and laminated it on an "Official Appliance Emporium Visitor"
nametag.  I'd never seen one, so I think the boss had the computer
department make up one just to make Ryan feel important.  I really
appreciated the boss giving him special attention, considering he
had no idea how important Ryan had become to me.
	Occasionally, during the day, I'd look around and couldn't find
him but he'd return--between customers--to tell me what he'd been
doing.  Mostly, he was learning about the different electronics from
any workmate that wasn't waiting on a customer.  It was the busiest
day we'd ever had but he never interrupted when any of the salesmen
were with customers.  Otherwise, he was learning about every device
in the store.  TVs, CDs, VCRs, computers--and all that before
lunch., X-boxes, PS2s, camcorders,
digital cameras, all came under his scrutiny
	The boss surprised me again by ordering in pizza for the whole
crew.  Although we ate in shifts, Ryan asked if he could stay in the
break room to chat with my other workmates.  I reminded him to leave
enough food for the others.  He ended up meeting just about everyone
who worked there.  After lunch, Ryan asked if he could spend some time
in the warehouse.  He said he wanted to see how the sales orders got
filled.
	Jason, the forklift driver said, "He can ride with me.  I'll make
sure he doesn't get into any mischief."
	I knew Jason had two kids--a girl and a boy--about Ryan's age, so
I figured he'd be in good hands.  I was back on the floor for quite a
while before Ryan reappeared, smiling broadly.  I knew that smile and I
immediately got worried.  "What did you do?" I whispered.
	"Jason will tell you after work."
	"Ryan," I groaned.
	"It's okay.  You won't get in any trouble."
	Somehow, that wasn't as reassuring as I'm sure Ryan meant it to
be.  The rest of the day I was a nervous wreck.  As it turned out,
sales-wise, it was my personal best sales day on record.  I punched out
and went looking for Jason.
	"What happened," I asked fearing the worst.
	"Well," Jason said, "normally I wouldn't say anything because
boys will be boys but Ryan assured me it would be okay to tell you."
	"Tell me what?"
	"We were doing fine.  You, in particular, had us running all over
the warehouse.  You must have had a dynamite day."
	"Yeah, I did, but what happened?"
	"Well, I told Ryan where I'd pick him up and then I went to get
the forklift.  When I made the turn, Ryan was ..."  Jason looked at
Ryan to reassure himself it was okay.
	"What were you doing?" I asked, not really wanting to know.
	"It's okay," Jason said.  "He was just being a boy.  He ... well,
he had his pants down around his knees, taking care of a stiff one."
	"Ryan!  There are security cameras back there.  You ..."
	"Lucky for him," Jason said, "he was out of camera range.  I,
however, wasn't.  I was so surprised I turned right into a big screen
TV."
	"Ryan, did you do that deliberately?" I asked.
	"No," Jason answered for him.  "I have kids of my own so I talked
to him and he doesn't know anything about S&Ds.  He was just takin'
care of business.  It was all my fault."
	"You're not gonna get in trouble, are you, Jason?" I asked.
	"Nah.  I've got a clean record.  In fact, I've never bought an
S&D product."
	"I told him I'd pay for it, Uncle Dickey, but he says it doesn't
work that way."
	I knew Ryan was feeding me an opening line so I could say, "I'll
buy it if no one else wants it."
	"There shouldn't be any problem getting rid of it but if anyone
asks, I'll tell them you've got first dibs.  I'll tell them it's a
souvenir for Ryan, here." Jason said, ruffling Ryan's hair.
	"That's a pretty expensive souvenir, I'd say." I said, looking at
Ryan sternly.
	"Jason, would it be okay if Daddy helps Uncle Dickey pay for it?
He could use some of my savings.  I didn't mean to distract you,
really!  I thought I'd be done before you got back.  I'm pretty quick
but that forklift is pretty fast, too."
	With a wink at me, Jason said, "No wonder it took the kid longer
than he expected.  He has a lot to work with."
	"It runs in the family," I said, taking credit for his penis size
as if I had something to do with it.
	In a whisper, Jason said, "It puts MY son to shame!"
	"Well, Rascal, I better get you home.  Thanks, Jason.  I owe you
for ... well, uh ..."  Then I grinned as I said, "watching my nephew
this afternoon."
	Ryan giggled at my pun and Jason snickered.
	As we left, Ryan turned and waved at Jason.
	Jason waved and said, "Hope to see you again sometime."
	Ryan said, "You will."
	I hoped he didn't mean what I thought he meant--naked again.
	On the ride home, Ryan's cell phone rang.
	"It's me," Ryan said.  He listened for a moment and said, "Okay."
Then he handed me the phone.  "It's for you."
	I pulled into a mini-mall parking lot to stop the car.  "Hello?"
	"It's Amanda.  There's a problem.  My car has a slow leak in the
brake line and I've got to get it fixed before I drive home."
	"What can I do to help?"
	"Well, that's the problem.  The repair shop can't get me in until
tomorrow afternoon."
	"No problem.  It's my day off.  Want me to keep the rascal tied
down till you get home?"
	With a chuckle in her voice Amanda said, "Would you, please?
It's not like you'll have him all day.  He has school tomorrow.  By
the way, how has he been behaving?"
	"Well, I haven't had to ground him yet, if that's what you mean."
	Astonished, Amanda said, "Really!  He's not being a pain in the
ass?"
	"Well, maybe a little but nothing I can't handle," I said,
snickering to myself at my double entendre.  I also couldn't believe
she said 'ass.'  "You want to talk to Ryan again?"
	"Yes, please."
	"Jell-O," Ryan said, wiggling like a Jell-O mold.
	"Uh huh ... Oh, okay," he whined.  "Hey mom, you wanna know
what?  Uncle Dickey pulled the car over and stopped before talking on
the phone.  See, I told you I wasn't the only one who thinks it's
dangerous.  Did you know this was Uncle Dickey's best sales day ever?
I think I should go to work with him every day. His boss gave me a
badge to wear so I can visit whenever I want.  I'm 'official.'  I met
a guy named Jason.  He's got a son just like me.  Huh?  Oh, okay, love
you, too.  'Bye."
	Ryan's eyes got big and round when he looked at me, and he
smiled.  "Mom said I'm to do everything you tell me to do, so will you
tell me to get fucked?"
	I smiled.  "I wish every conquest was as eager as you."
	"I've heard it can hurt like hell but I promise, I won't cry,"
Ryan said.
	"That's definitely the wrong thing to say to convince me to fuck
you," I said as I pulled into traffic again.
	"Why?"
	"What did I tell you about lying to your partner."
	"That's not lying.  that's ... like ... not telling 'em
anything."
	"It's called ... uh ... lying by omission."
	"What?"
	"Trust me, it's the same thing."
	"You're just making that up."
	"Don't argue with me," I said sternly, "or I'll make you stand
on a chair out in the hallway--naked."
	I took my eyes off the road just long enough to see fear register
on Ryan's face.
	"You wouldn't really, would you?" Ryan asked, his voice
trembling.
	"Ryan, it's not a threat.  It's to remind you who's in charge."
I wondered if this was just another one of Ryan's little acts.  "What
I don't understand is, you couldn't wait to get naked once your mom
left yesterday.  And you sure as hell didn't have any trouble showing
your dick off to Jason.  What's the big deal about being naked in
public?"
	"People make fun of me.  They laugh at me and call me donkey dick
and ask me things like 'You think you'll ever grow into that thing?'
and shit like that."  A solitary tear trickled down his cheek as he
tried not to cry.  "It's embarrassing."
	"What about me and Jason ... and ..."
	Sniffling, he said, "With you guys, I'm in control.  I'm playin'
with you guys, so we both win.  When you and Daddy threaten to put me
on exhibition like that, I get scared 'cuz then anyone can say anything
and I can't do nothin' about it."
	Now was not the time to correct his grammar and from the way he
responded and the tone in his voice, he wasn't making this up.
Apparently no one had ever asked him why he had such a fear of being
seen naked before and everything he said came from a fearful heart.
	"Okay, then.  Whose rules do we play by?" I asked.
	"Yours."
	"And who's in charge?"
	"You are."
	"And who's gonna get fucked tonight?"
	His eyes twinkled, knowing the lecture was over.  "You are."
Then with a mischievous giggle he said, "And maybe me."
	"Whatcha want for dinner?"
	"Whipped cream and a cherry."
	"I said dinner, not dessert."
	"How about hot dogs?"
	"No, I'm afraid of how you'd want to warm them up before you ate
'em."
	"Great visual, Uncle Dickey!  Can we pick up Chinese?  I know
how to use chopsticks."
	"Sounds good to me."  I drove to a favorite restaurant of mine
for take-out but decided to eat inside instead.  Ryan behaved and
indeed was an expert at using chopsticks.  On the way home, Ryan said,
"The only trouble with Chinese food is you're hungry again in an hour."
	"Yeah, you're right.  I wonder what we could nibble on for the
rest of the night."
	"Hey! That's my line.  You play this game pretty good."
	"As long as I know the rules, I'm good at it."  Then I got a
worried look on my face.
	"What's the matter?" Ryan asked.
	"I'm still worried about security reviewing that tape in the
warehouse and seeing you."
	"You don't have to worry.  Jason just made that up."
	"What!" I said, as I pulled into my apartment complex parking
lot.
	"Yeah, I let him blow me in the men's room right after lunch."
	"Did he ask to suck you?" I asked in disbelief.
	"No, I asked him if he wanted to and he said 'yes.'  He wanted it
bad.  Then I asked him if he'd run into a big screen TV for me. I told
him it was called the barter system.  He knew what that was."
	"Then why did you have your pants down ..."
	"I didn't.  Jason made that story up so I wouldn't get in
trouble--you know, for letting him blow me.  You can't get sick if you
just let 'em blow ya.  And besides, he's married so he wouldn't have
HIV anyway--not with two kids."
	"He blew you?" I whispered, still astonished, as we walked toward
the building.
	"Yeah.  Can I blow you when we get upstairs?  I know you're clean
and I want to taste your stuff.  I know it's gonna be awesome.  Did I
tell you Uncle Marty's cum tastes like garlic?  I think he's afraid of
vampires.  Did you know garlic keeps vampires away?"
	"Ryan."
	"Okay, I'll shut up," he said as we got on the elevator.
	Once inside the apartment, Ryan said, "Mr. Hickey, can I take my
clothes off, please?"
	I smiled at his formal attitude.  "Well," I said as if thinking
aloud, "your mom's not going to be home until tomorrow night ... and
you're gonna have to spend the night here, again ... and since you
don't have another change of clothes, I guess ... maybe, you should."
	With each revelation, Ryan's expression changed from contrite, to
wide-eyed disbelief, to joy, to uncontainable excitement.  "Really!  I
get to sleep over again?  You're not fuckin' with me?"
	"Not if you don't want me to."
	"I mean, really?"  He started jumping up and down.
	"Just calm down," I said, backing up.  "No jumping up on me until
we're both naked."
	"Come on," Ryan said, racing toward the bedroom.  "I'll help you
put your clothes away."
	When we were naked, Ryan stood on the end of the bed before
putting his arms around my neck.  I grabbed his butt, pulled him to me
and he gently wrapped his legs around me.  His cock, though soft for a
change, still felt bigger against my belly than most men's I'd been to
bed with.  As he squirmed and his cock hardened, my own began to rise.
	"Do you have any movies we can watch?"
	"You mean I'm so unappealing that you need a video to turn you
on?"
	"No," Ryan said offhandedly, "I just know you old farts need a
lot of help in the stimulation department."  He tried really hard to
suppress a giggle.  He didn't succeed.
	As he slipped and slid up and down the front of me, I walked
toward the living room.  "You better be nice to me or I'll take you
home and call your baby sitter."
	"No, not that," he whined in mock terror.  "Anything but that.
I'll do anything, I'll even behave!"
	When we got to the sofa, I sat down.  My cock was pressed down at
a painful angle so I repositioned it to where our cocks could duel
between us while our tongues dueled in each other's mouths.  With
Ryan's endless store of energy, he kept up a steady humping motion
while I relaxed into the back of the sofa.
	"If you won't fuck me, will you use your tongue on my butt hole?"
Ryan asked.
	"I suppose I could do that but how do you know about rimming?"
	"They do it in my videos.  Can I suck you while you do it?"
	"I suppose that ..."
	"Hey," Ryan interrupted.  "You promised last night to put your
finger in me and play with my thing up there and you didn't.  You have
to forfeit."
	"Forfeit?"
	"Yeah.  If somebody reneges, they have to forfeit."
	"Forfeit what?" I asked, confused.
	"Uh, I don't know.  I mean, it's victim's choice but I don't know
what it's gonna be yet."
	"Victim's choice?"
	"Yeah, you made me a promise but you didn't pay up so I'm the
victim.  Now you have to pay the penalty by doing whatever I decide."
	"You're making this up as you go along, aren't you?"
	"Uh huh, but you're having fun, aren't ya?"
	"Like I say, as long as I know the rules!" I smiled.  Then I
thought, 'I'm beginning to believe there are no rules.'
	"So do you have any porno?"
	"You know we're gonna have to pace ourselves."
	"Why's that?"
	"We've got all night and I have tomorrow off, so ..."
	"Really?  We can fuck around all day tomorrow, too!  I mean naked
and everything?"
	"Well, you've got school tomorrow but afterward ..."
	"Okay, only two videos tonight," Ryan said.
	"One," I said.
	"Okay, where are they?"
	"See that footstool?  It's a storage cabinet."
	Ryan jumped up leaving a cold, wet trail of my pre-cum to dry on
my belly and chest.  I noticed Ryan wasn't one to produce much pre-cum.
'Maybe it'll start as he gets more mature.  Or maybe young guys just
don't secrete as much as I do.  It's been a long time since I was his
age, I can't remember.'
	Lifting the hinged lid, he said, "Wow!  There must be a hundred
DVDs in here."
	"Two fifty to be exact."
	"Are you a perv or what?" he grinned as he began to paw through
them.  They were stacked on end in five rows of fifty each.  It was a
snug fit but once you took one out, the rest came out easily.
	I watched carefully.  He'd lift one up, keeping a finger in the
space, look at the case and put it back.  I let him take his time,
since he seemed to be content looking and reading the occasional
description.  'At least he's not hyperactive,' I thought.  It was
going to be interesting to see his reaction when he got to the more
bizarre ones, like the BDSM and she/male disks.  He went through the
first fifty pretty quickly but then slowed down.
	My dick started to get lonely so I got up, went over and sat on
the floor behind him.  I put one leg on either side of him and pressed
my cock up against his backbone.  Then I reached around in front with
my left hand to cup his balls.  The top of his head came up to just
under my chin.  The smell of his shampoo still lingered in his hair.
	"I missed you, squirt."
	"I'm not squirt, I'm Rascal.  Squirt is what you make me do every
time I think about you."
	"You'll get over it."
	"I hope not," he said, leaning back to rest his shoulders against
my chest.  I gently gripped his fat dick and stroked it absentmindedly
as he continued to look over the selections.  I got the impression Ryan
was more interested in the collection than me at the moment.  As we sat
there quietly looking them over, I wondered if he was trying to find
out what kinds of guys interested me, or if he was cataloguing, in his
mind, what movies I owned so he wouldn't buy a duplicate by mistake.
	He grabbed one with a guy taking a huge dildo up his ass.  Ryan's
cock twitched at the sight.  "Is that for real?"
	"Yep."
	Ryan set that one aside, but before taking his finger out of the
space, he looked at the jewel case in front of and behind it to
remember where to put it back.
	"It's okay," I said, "they're in numerical order."
	"Oh good." Ryan said.  "How about if I pick out a couple that
interest me and then we can decide which order we want to watch them
in?"
	"That's okay with me."
	A little later, Ryan came across a she/male video.  He quickly
looked at the front and flipped it over to read the liner notes. Then,
as if his brain finally registered what his eyes had seen, he flipped
back to the front again.
	"No fuckin' way!  She's got a dick!"
	"Maybe HE'S got TITS."
	"These guys are fake, right?"
	"Set it aside and we'll see."
	"That's freaky.  Can you imagine going out with a girl, then
putting your hand down her pants and getting a handful of dick!"
	"It's been known to happen."
	"Did you know ... beforehand, I mean ... or was it a surprise?"
	"Are you trying to find out if I swing both ways?"
	"No.  Do you?"
	"Well, it came as a surprise when I felt it."
	"Wow!  You're Bi?  Should I be Bi?"
	"You should be whatever your body and mind tell you to be.  If
you get a hard-on looking at girls, give 'em a try.  You already know
what guys do for you so that's not an issue."
	"Maybe I will," Ryan said speculatively as he continued looking
through the video cases.  He stopped and stared at a BDSM cover.  His
cock flexed.  "Are these prisoners?" he asked.  "You know, like you
were?"
	"No, they're slaves by choice."
	"Slaves?" Ryan said in disbelief.
	"Not by law but in spirit."
	"In spirit?"
	"There are guys who like to serve others, or to be submissive.
They like to be ... abused.  It's a special kind of feeling.  Not
everyone feels it, but those who do, almost HAVE to give in to it."
	"Like the feelings these guys have?" Ryan asked, pointing to the
she/males.
	"In a different way, yes.  Some guys feel like they are women
living in men's bodies, so they do things to make them feel better
about themselves."
	"Like what?" he asked as he continued to look through the DVDs.
	"Some guys dress up to look like women.  Some actually have
breast implants.  If it's a really strong feeling, they actually have
an operation to ... make them a complete woman."
	"Operation?"
	I squeezed his cock and said, "They have this cut off and tucked
under."
	"No way!" Ryan shivered.
	"The revulsion you feel about cutting it off is the same
revulsion they have every time they see theirs dangling between their
legs.  That's why I say be true to yourself--straight, gay or
bisexual."
	"It's too late for me to be straight."
	"Not really.  If, at some point in the very near future, and
because of your youth, you decide to go straight, everyone would just
say you went through a phase."
	"Now you sound like my mom a couple of years ago."
	"Is she okay with this?"
	"I don't talk to her about it that much.  She'd rather me not be
gay, but yeah, she ... accepts my decision."
	"So if she found out I butt-fucked you, she wouldn't throw my ass
in jail?"
	His cock jerked again in my hand.  "No way.  When she was on the
phone earlier, she said I found a good friend in you."
	"Now you're just trying to sweet talk me."
	"She did!  She really said that.  She'd have sent me home and
had a baby sitter waiting for me if she didn't."  Flipping past the
last CD he said, "I guess that's all of them.  Want to watch one now?"
	"No, not just yet."
	"Aw, why not?" Ryan groaned.
	Using surprise to my advantage, I toppled Ryan over onto his left
side and rolled him onto his back.  "Because I want to suck this!"
	His giggles enchanted me.  'God! I could just eat him up.' I
thought.
	I sucked his cock, driving his big fat head down my windpipe.  I
rooted my nose in his wispy blond pubic hair and eased my right hand
under his butt.  After I began my up and down motion on his cock, my
middle finger began probing his sphincter.  I had enough spit lube to
slip in easily.
	I swirled my tongue over his cockhead to distract him from my
probing finger.  Then, just as I touched his prostate, he jerked right
up off the floor.
	Ryan's ear-piercing scream should have brought the authorities
to my door on the double but we lucked out.
	Coming off his cock, I said, "If you keep that up, I'll have to
quit."
	"No!  Don't quit!  I'll be quiet.  I just didn't know it would
feel like that.  My god!  I've got chill bumps.  Look!  Do it again.
Now that I know you're gonna do it, I won't scream.  I promise."
	I flicked his prostate several times.  Ryan jumped and jerked,
grunting each time but not real loud.  "That's fuckin' awesome, I
never knew that was in there."
	"Now that you know where it is, put your finger up there and
touch it."
	Ryan tried going around his hip but figured out the easiest way
for him was to reach between his legs to find it.  Once he got his
finger in, he took a deep breath and tunked his love nutt.  He
flicked it two or three times.  "It's not as sensitive when I do it.
Am I doing something wrong?"
	"Nope.  It's how your brain works.  It reads the sensations in
your finger and knows it's getting close to your prostate and
compensates for it.  Kinda like how you can't tickle yourself."
	"Hey, yeah.  You can't, can you?"
	"Not usually."
	"Okay then, " Ryan said, smugly, removing his finger.  "I'll let
you do it."
	"Well thanks.  I think I will."  Then I surprised him by
tickling him instead of finger-fucking him.
	He giggled hysterically, trying all the time to say, "No fair."
It came out like, "n... n... no... f... f... fa...fair!"
	We rolled on the floor, him on top of me, me on top of him as he
twisted and turned to get away, until we were both in the 69 position.
I don't know if he did it deliberately or if I was the culprit.  I
sucked his cock into my mouth, his fat cockhead stretching my lips.  A
moment later, I felt his mouth descend over my cockhead, too.  A
fleeting thought to reach for a condom was quickly replaced with a
feeling of guilt.  I knew I was going to let him taste my spunk.
	I deep-throated him only to feel Ryan try the same thing.  He got
three-quarters of my cock into his mouth before he gagged.  To his
credit, he didn't back off.  He gripped my dick at the base to make it
more rigid and tried to take more.  I began an up and down motion on
his cock to take his mind off gagging.
	His fingertips at my backdoor buzzer was unexpected and caused me
to flinch but I opened up to him again.  He got two fingers in easily
before I decided to use one finger on him.  I don't know if he was
aware of it or not but he was taking a little more of my cock each time
he sucked it into his mouth.  For about five minutes, I gently caressed
his butt nutt.  When I finally stabbed his prostate a good one, he
swallowed all of me.
	He coughed, deep in his throat but stayed down.  He eased up,
took a deep breath through his nose and deep-throated me again.  I
stroked his prostate while working his fat cockhead with my throat
muscles.  Shortly thereafter, he started spurting and I pulled back
just enough to taste his teen offering.
	All it took was a taste and I started spurting.  Ryan pulled off
a little so he could taste my spooge, too.  His moans told me he liked
the taste.  He didn't stop sucking and licking until I was completely
empty and clean.
	"I knew you'd taste great," Ryan said excitedly when he jumped up
to lie on top of me.  He kissed me a dozen times with quick pecks. "Now
I'm not sure I want to waste it by having you shoot it up my butt."
	"Well, if that's the way you feel," I said seriously, "I guess
the only way I'll be able to fuck you is if you beg me."
	"I didn't say I didn't want you to, I just said you taste great!
Besides, I loved what your finger did to my butt nutt.  I can't imagine
what this big ol' cock could do to it," he said, wagging my limp dick.
I looked at Ryan's cock, once again amazed.  Unlike mine, when he went
soft, he didn't lose any length and only a little girth.
	"Ryan," I said in a serious tone, "are you gonna tell your father
that you didn't practice safe sex?"
	"He already knows.  I told him I was gonna try to talk you into
it."
	"And he doesn't have a problem with that?"
	"Nope, he knows you would have told me if you had a disease."
	"I would, but a lot of guys won't.  That's why ..."
	"Yeah, yeah, I know."
	"So, what are you gonna tell him about Jason?"
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"Which story?  The jack-off or the blowjob?"
	"Oh, I'll tell him about both.  I always tell Daddy the truth.  I
don't go into every little detail.  And YOU should tell him the truth,
too.  Otherwise we'll get caught in a lie for sure."
	"What happens if I tell him something you forgot to tell him?"
	"If I tell him I forgot, he'll believe me.  I know he's trying to
protect me and he can only do that if I'm honest with him."
	"Even how we ate spaghetti?"
	"He'll get a kick out of that.  He and Mom do kinky stuff, too.
He doesn't know I know but I do."
	"So you don't tell him everything, then."
	"About me and my partners, or my Internet sites ... things like
that.  He doesn't need to know I spy on them."
	"Uh, lying by omission, remember?"
	"Hey, a guy's gotta have SOME secrets ... as long as nobody gets
hurt."
	"Did you know spying on others when they're having sex is against
the law?"
	"Nuh uh."
	"It's called voyeurism and yes it is."
	"Really?"  Then he got thoughtful for a moment.  "Well, it'll
still be fun to watch even after I tell him that I watch 'em."
	"You're really gonna tell him?"
	"Sure.  Besides, he won't know when I'm peeking and when I'm not.
If I know Daddy, it'll be exciting for him to know I'm watching.  Wanna
make a bet?"
	"Would you want someone to watch you?" I asked in an accusatory
tone.
	"Hell yes!  I'd like to be able to watch myself.  Hey, do you
have a camcorder?"
	"Yes, but you're underage and I could go back to prison if I
videotaped you."
	"You could go to prison for what we've already done," Ryan whined
in an attempt to convince me to tape him.
	"At least that's a case of your word against mine.  I know the
jury would believe YOU but it's still your word against mine."
	"What if Daddy ran the camera."
	"Yeah, like he'd be able to stand there and watch his son having
sex with another guy.  Even so, the same laws apply whether it's family
or not."
	"Damn!  There's gotta be a way.  Guys do it on the Internet all
the time." Ryan's persistent flopping of my cock was causing me to bone
up.
	"They're adults, too."
	"How do they do it?"
	"They have a camera hooked up to their computer."
	"Dad won't buy me one of those."
	"Gee, I wonder why?" I asked in mock sincerity.
	"They're not that expensive, either," Ryan reasoned.
	As we rested, Ryan fell asleep and I started thinking about
everything Ryan and I had done.  I not only worried about what the two
of us had done--all of which was illegal--but also what Ryan had
allowed Jason to do.  Somehow, I felt I could be held responsible for
that, too.  'Was that child negligence?' I thought.
	I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was being set up.
Everything was just too perfect.  However, on the one hand, I couldn't
believe anyone would subject a child to this kind of undercover work.
On the other hand, I couldn't see a father allowing his under-aged son
to engage in unsupervised sexual activity with an adult--an "ex-con"
adult.
	Somehow, during all those thoughts of paranoia, I was able to
devise a scheme whereby I just might be able to protect myself from
prosecution and give Ryan what he wanted, too.  'Damn!' I thought--a
little too late--'I should have asked Ryan if he was a cop or working
for any law enforcement agency.  Well, it's too late now!'
	Ryan's phone rang.
	I found it under the coffee table and reached for it as quickly
as I could, so as not to disturb him.  Walking toward the bedroom,
I said, "Hello?"
	"Is Ryan okay?" Lyle asked nervously when I was the one who
answered Ryan's phone.
	"Yeah, he's fine," I said.  "He fell asleep a few minutes ago."
	"Don't wake him.  I just wanted to know he was okay.  Now you see
why I let him have all the videos and Internet access he wants,
don'tcha?"
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"The only time he's quiet is after he's got his rocks off."
	"You got that right!" I said, realizing too late that I had just
admitted to Lyle that we had been playing around.  Then I said, "Lyle,
there's a couple of things I'd like to discuss with you.  Is there any
chance you could stick around for a few minutes when you pick up
Ryan?"
	"He hasn't gotten into trouble has he--or worse yet, he hasn't
gotten YOU into trouble, has he?"
	"No.  It's just ... well, Ryan and I have had a chance to talk
about a lot of things but I'm not sure it's something he would talk to
you about.  Certainly not in a direct way, so I'm not sure you're aware
that he has ... well, it's not anything to talk about over the phone."
	"Can you give me ..."
	"I don't mean to worry you.  It's not anything that can't wait.
But if we address it now--or soon--Ryan might have a better life--well,
a happier life, anyway."
	"Of course I'll stop in.  Let me check my schedule."
	I heard the tick, tick, tick of a stylus on a PDA keypad as Lyle
electronically checked his schedule.
	"This can't be right," Lyle said confused.
	"What's that?"
	"Let me check with my secretary.  I'm booked for tomorrow night
but I don't have anything scheduled after work on Friday at all.  Could
we talk Friday night?"
	"Uh, yeah, I guess.  In fact, it's probably best if Ryan's not
listening in on the conversation."
	"Oh yeah, I was talking to Amanda just before I called you.  She
said she forgot to ask you if you'd be able to drive Ryan to school
tomorrow."
	"I'd be glad to."
	"She called to let them know you'd be picking him up if she's not
back before then.  Is that okay?"
	"My pleasure."
	"Because if it's not ..."
	"Should I take him home or bring him back to my place?"
	"Which is best for you?"
	"I imagine his school is closer to your house, right?"
	"Yeah."
	"I'll take him there and stay with him until Amanda gets home ...
if that's all right with you."
	"Sounds like a plan.  Oh, and thanks.  You have no idea how glad
I am you're taking care of him."
	'In more ways than one,' I thought but said, "Talk to you soon."
	"Bye."
	About an hour later, Ryan woke up with a stiffy.  I had gone back
to the living room and was lying next to him on the floor but wasn't
actually touching him.
	"Can I fuck you?" he asked offhandedly as he extended his arms to
stretch.  "Don't worry, I'll remember to stop and wait and everything."
	"I think I can handle it if you want to practice being a porno
star," I said.
	"Honest!" he yelped, waking up fast.  "All at once?  You'll let
me fuck you like that?"
	"That's what I'm here for, isn't it ... to be
your personal cum collector?"
	As I rolled onto my stomach, Ryan crawled onto my back and plowed
full length into my asshole.  It felt good to be so filled so fast.
"That would be awesome.  Just snap my fingers and have somebody drain
my nuts for me," he said.
	"Well," I said, "if the pay's good enough, I'd apply for the
position."
	"Nah.  You're not eligible.  You're already my bitch."
	My ass muscles clenched up, successfully stopping his fucking
motion.
	"What's the matter?  Does it hurt?"
	I was torn between my emotions.  On the one hand, I had to
chuckle, thinking about all the monster cocks I'd been forced to endure
in prison and Ryan thought he was hurting me.  On the other hand, I
wasn't pleased with him using the word 'bitch' while riding my ass.
I didn't want him to turn into some punk kid who always gets what he
wants.
	"That's not a nice word," I said, as I unclenched my ass.  "I
don't want you to use it again."
	Ryan laid his chest against my back and whispered in my ear,
"I'm sorry, Uncle Dickey, I didn't know."  Then he began thrusting
again.
	"Yeah, I know.  It just brings back bad memories."
	"From prison?"  Ryan asked fearfully but continued to pound my
ass, nonetheless.
	"Yeah."
	"I'm sorry.  I'll never say it again.  I'd never hurt you on
purpose.  Honest."
	"I know, Ryan, and I don't want you to feel bad about it but it
brings back some really rad crap."
	"If you forget about it for now, I'll do anything you ask.  I
promise.  I just want to make it all better.  Please don't think about
the bad shit.  Think about you and me and all the fun times we're gonna
have.  Think about how good my big fat cock feels sliding in and out of
your ass.  Think ..."
	"Just shut up and fuck me!" I said, pretending to be angry.
	As I enjoyed his fat cock pumping into me, annoying my prostate
in the most enjoyable way possible, I criticized myself for making such
a big deal over it.  When tough burly cons spat the word at me in
prison, it was something to make them feel superior.  I didn't want
Ryan to start feeling he was superior because prison taught me all too
well that there was always someone out there ready to squash anyone who
felt superior to them.  And I didn't want Ryan to ever be put in the
position to be crushed like that.  I didn't want our sex corrupted by
unpleasantness.  I wanted it to be sweet and tender, loving and caring.
	I raised my hips so I could ease my hand under myself to grip my
dick.  The fuck Ryan was throwing into me was giving my throbbing
erection rug burns but, otherwise, it felt great.
	"Aren't I hittin' your nutt?" Ryan asked.
	"Just helpin' out a little."
	"Promise me you'll let me know if I hurt you."
	I smiled, knowing Ryan was secretly laughing behind my back at
being able to turn the tables on me.  "I promise."
	His stamina was improving and he lasted for almost twenty
minutes.  I taught him to get real close to cumming and how to ease
off until the feeling subsided.  Each time I made him wait, he'd
complain that he could cum now and shoot again real soon.  Somehow,
I was able to convince him to do it my way.
	When I heard his latest plea, I knew he was ready.
	"Please, Uncle Dickey, let me cum.  It feels like my asshole
wants to spew out my cock's piss hole.  My balls feel like they got
hit with a baseball bat.  Please?  This isn't fun anymore."
	"That's what I wanted to hear, son.  You can cum now but when
you do, remember just exactly how good it feels this time, compared to
your previous times."
	Several tissue-bruising thrusts later, I was rewarded with a
verbal recounting from Ryan about how much greater his pleasure was
for having waited.  As each jolt of jism spurted up my colon, a
litany of praise sang from his throat like hallelujahs in a chorus.
"Oh, Jesus, god!  Thank you, Uncle Dickey.  I never knew it could
ever feel this great!  I thought my first orgasm was great but oh,
man!  This is ten times better ... no a hundred times.  Thanks for
making me do it this way.  I'll love you forever."  All the while,
he was squirting his teen jism up my hole.
	Finally, he collapsed on my back and hugged my shoulders to
draw me as close to him as he could.  After a few minutes of rest
he asked, "If I hold off for like an hour, will my head explode
when I cum?  I thought it was gonna this time.  I'm not kidding, I
felt the veins in my forehead pop out when I cummed!"
	"I thought you'd like that."
	"There's just one thing."
	"What's that?"
	"I don't think I can cum again for another ... oh, I don't
know ... ten minutes, probably."
	I loved the feel of his half-hard cock up my ass as I
chuckled and he giggled.  Its tumescence was more a 'presence' than
a 'fullness.'
	When he recovered enough to roll off me he said, "Want
me to blowjob you now?"
	"Maybe later.  I think I need to absorb some of your young
spunk into my system before I'll be ready again."
	"Like a testaron injection, huh?"
	"It's pronounced test-tos-ter-own."
	"That's what I said."
	"If you're old enough to produce it, you should be old
enough to pronounce it properly."
	"And dispense it properly, too."
	"Whaddya mean?" I asked, totally confused.
	"Responsibly.  You know, 'Don't get girls pregnant,' 'Don't
dispense it with guys without a rubber,' and 'Only dispense it up my
Uncle Dickey's butt.'"
	"That's very mature of you, Rascal, but my mouth wouldn't mind
a load or two once in a while.  Just to give me a taste of why I keep
you around."
	"I could put it in a jar for you.  A friend of mine says he's
been saving his ever since he started cumming.  He keeps it in the
freezer out in his garage.  It's the freezer they use for fishing
and hunting, so they don't go in it very much.  He's got it hidden
under some dead fish and stuff.  I think they call it chum.  Anyway,
it's one of the quart jars and it's like almost all the way full.
He's gonna have to get another jar real soon.  Daddy would let me
keep it in the refrigerator for you."
	"No, that's all right!  I prefer it fresh from the faucet."
	"Me, too.  Can we watch the one with the fake cock."
	"If that's the one you want."
	"I think so.  Is it done with mirrors, like on those magic
shows?"
	"You'll have to decide for yourself."
	I sat on the sofa and Ryan stretched out on his stomach with
his head in my lap to watch the movie.  There was the obligatory
kissing and nipple foreplay before they brought out the heavy
equipment.  There must have been a dozen different shapes and sizes.
Naturally, they began with one too big and had to resort to a
smaller one when it got around to the actual insertion.
	"Hey!  No fair," Ryan whined, "They went from the big fat one
to the long skinny one!"
	"Yeah, they have to break him in a little before they shove
the big one up there."
	"Does he take it?"
	"I hate it when people tell me the end of a movie before I
get to see it, so I'm not gonna tell you."
	"It's kinda like making me wait before I cum.  It makes it
more exciting."
	"There's a lot to be said for waiting but sometimes the
ending isn't always what you expect."
	"How come?"
	"Sometimes, you want something to be so special but, once
you've got it, you feel cheated."
	"Like action figures.  The ads show the toys doing Kung Fu
action and shit like that, only once you buy it, it just sits there.
You can pose 'em but they don't do anything."
	"Except in your imagination."
	"Yeah."
	"Well, sometimes you imagine the greatest sex ever with
someone but after it's all over, you're left wanting more from the
experience."
	"I don't make you feel that way, do I?"  Ryan asked.
	"You haven't let me down yet," I said ruffling his wispy hair.
	"There putting the big one in, look!"
	Actually, it was the medium-sized one.  'As I  recall, in
the video after the two of them do the double-ended, ass-to-ass
double fuck, the bottom ends up taking the even bigger dildo!  At
some point during the digitalized action, Ryan started slurping on
my cock.  It started out with licking up my syrup as it oozed out
but then he put my dick in his mouth and suckled it casually, like
a sleepy baby would a pacifier.
	I lightly laid my hand on his hip and he moaned in contentment.
I wondered if his dad rested his hand on Ryan's hip when they spent
quality time--not quite like this--watching TV together.
	Releasing my cock he said, "That's for real, huh?  They really
do have that rubber dick up their butts, huh?"
	"Yep."
	"I didn't know your ass could take anything that long."
	"Well, before you start getting any bright ideas, just remember,
the director might have taken several hours to get these guys opened
up to where they could film this.  You can't just take something a foot
long and shove it up your ass.  You could hurt yourself or, in their
case, your partner."
	"I bet!"
	Ryan sucked my cock for a while longer before the one guy started
shoving the opposite end of the double-ended dildo into his buddy's
butt, too.
	"He's gonna try and put both ends in at once, isn't he?"
	"Yep."
	"Damn!  Two dicks in the same hole.  Wow!  Have you ever done
that?"
	"Not with a dildo."
	Ryan tuned to look up at me.  "You've had two real dicks up your
butt at once?"
	"Like I say, prison isn't for the faint of heart."
	"Did it hurt?"
	"Let's just say I don't ever want you to have to endure that kind
of pain in your life ... unless you get into that sort of thing ...
eventually."
	"What sort of thing?"
	"Pain.  Some guys like to endure pain.  They say it heightens
their pleasure."
	"Like making me wait to cum until it was painful and then letting
me cum?"
	"Sorta.  But much more intense pain than that.  Pain most people
would pass out from."
	"Really!"
	"Really.  That's alluded to in that S&M video you picked out but
promise me you won't do anything like that without talking it over with
me before you do it.  Or your dad, maybe.  You can only do S&M with
someone you really, really trust."
	"Like you."
	"I could never do it, Ryan.  To see you in pain--that much pain--
would kill me."
	"Even if I begged you?"
	"You could threaten to never see me again--the worst thing in the
world to me right now, and I couldn't do it."
	"Oh wow!  That must be some rad shit!"
	"Now be quiet and watch this."
	The biggest blackest dildo you've ever seen penetrated the
bottom's well-used butt hole, stretching it wider than a grown man's
fist.  It was eased in and out slowly, because if they had pulled it
out suddenly the guy's eyeballs would have been pulled out of their
sockets from the suction.  This was one of those truly amazing videos
that captured the real life agony of taking a dildo of such mammoth
proportions.  The bottom's face was a study of pain mixed with
pleasure, depending on whether it was going in or out.
	Bottom Boy's own dick had shriveled up from the assault on his
ass till it was smaller than Ryan's thumb.
	"Hey!  Did they switch guys?"
	"No, why?"
	"He had a BIG dick!  Now look at it."
	"That's what happens sometimes ... from fear or pain."
	"Where does it go?"
	"All the tissue in your dick get smaller at the same time.  It's
a survival reaction from a time when we were still living in caves."
	"Kinda like when you go swimming?"
	"Yeah, exactly the same."
	"He must REALLY be in pain."
	Shortly afterward, the bottom was forced to suck his buddy while
his buddy rammed the dildo in and out.  Then, the bottom's cock began
to grow.
	Since Ryan was sucking my dick again, I said, "That's called
misdirection.  Sucking his buddy's dick takes his mind off his own
pain so his dick is responding to the oral stimulation his buddy's cock
provides."
	"He's getting hard because sucking his friend's dick is taking
his mind off the pain?" Ryan asked before engulfing me again.
	"Yeah, if you want to reduce it to it's most simplistic
explanation, sure."
	"Ummm," Ryan said with his mouth full.
	Top Boy started banging Bottom Boy with the enormous dildo and, I
recalled, the video was just about over.  Top Boy was going to fuck the
jism out of Bottom Boy--a scene I especially enjoyed.  Of all my
videos, it was one of my ten most favorite cum shots.
	I pressed gently on the back of Ryan's neck and said, "Get ready,
little buddy, this is worth the price of admission."
	As Bottom Boy shot, so did I.
	Ryan gulped and slurped, moaning his appreciation, sending
vibrations all around my cock and tremors down into my balls.  In one
nimble move, he bounced onto his side, grabbed his dick and shot his
own load all over the edge of the sofa cushion and floor.
	When he had me cleaned up, he said, "That was so fuckin'
unbelievable!"
	"What?  That you were able to cum again?"
	"No!  Your load!  It felt like bullets being shot in my mouth,
like ten times harder than a water pistol when you point it at your
mouth for a drink."
	"I didn't think I still had the power to do that," I said.  I
pulled him up so we were chest-to-chest; kind of crossways, with his
hip draped over my hip and kissed him.  "You are so special to me.  Why
is that?"
	"Because you're a real good person.  I knew that the minute we
walked in the Emporium.  I told Daddy that day I didn't want anyone
waiting on us but you."
	"Really?"
	"Yep.  He says I have a special sense about people's intent
toward me."
	"Well, if that's true, I hope you never lose that ability.  But
it's getting late, Rascal," I said, caressing the meaty flesh of his
butt cheek, then along his hip, down to his thigh and back up, "what
say we forego dessert tonight?  You've got school in the morning."
	"Ummm," Ryan whined in sleepy disagreement.  I lifted him; one
arm under his knees, the other supporting his back and toted him to the
bedroom.
	'He might be small, but he's heavy.  When he's hanging onto me,
his weight is better distributed.  As dead weight, like this, it feels
like he weighs a ton.'  I smiled as I saw his dick spring another hard-
on.  "Jeez, how does he know when I'm thinking about him?'
	It was only ten-thirty but I brushed my teeth and cleaned up my
butt crack from all the fucking I'd enjoyed, before crawling in bed
behind him.  He was already asleep.  Snuggling up close, I carefully
reached between his legs, pulled my softened cock through his thighs
and his legs clamped down on me like a clamshell as if by habit.  I
wondered who else he used this technique on.  'Probably his Uncle
Marty,' I thought.  'How often does he sleep over with his uncle?' I
asked myself as I fell closer to sleep.  'Am I getting possessive of
my little rascal--or jealous?  How long can a grown man survive against
the pernicious wiles of a 14-year-old?'

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