Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2016 11:02:33 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samshep2016@gmail.com>
Subject: The Diver in Me Part 12

Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young
boys.  Not a word of it is true.  The characters and events of the story
are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead.  No
animals or children were hurt in the making of this story.  Anyone who is
offended by this should not read beyond this point.  It is not, however,
your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and
immediately jumps into the sack with them.  There's a little more content
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Adult – Youth (M,b,B,con)

The Diver in Me - Part 12

It seemed to be a long day at work.  Lots of little issues to deal with and
no time for lunch.  I had to leave at 3 to pick Owen up from school and I
thought I'd pull David out of the dungeon early, so we could all grab
something to eat.  They didn't know it, but we had an eventful evening
ahead of us.

I'd had a chat with my friend Sandy, who was a lawyer in one of the large
firms downtown.  We'd discussed the situation and, after giving me a
friendly warning about thinking hard about what I was getting myself into,
she explained that having guardianship granted was nothing more than Carol
signing an affidavit and having it notarized.  All in all, maybe 2 hours at
her office.  I told her I'd discuss it with Carol and set up an appointment
for us to come in.

I'd had a large package delivered today.  When I picked up David from the
dungeon, I asked him to carry it out to the car for me and put it in the
back.  Then we jumped into my car and headed off to Owen's school.  David
seemed concerned and asked, "Hey, what's up with Owen.  He hardly said a
word this morning.  What happened on the weekend?"  I explained about his
finish and David nodded.  "Makes sense."  I also explained that, after we
ate, we were all going back to my place before practice.  David started to
complain that he wanted to do some work on a program, but I stopped him and
told him Owen would probably appreciate as much support around as possible.
I also explained that he could use the computer at my place if he wanted to
work on his stuff.

We pulled up in front of Owen's school and waited.  After a short wait,
Owen appeared, looking like he still felt bad, but not as bad as last
night.  He climbed into the back seat and slouched back with a quick, "Hi,"
to David and me and we drove off.  I asked the boys where they wanted to
eat and David opted for McD's, and Owen said he didn't care.  I suggested
that we hit the drive through and then eat back at my place and the boys
agreed.  Once we'd collected our food and headed home, I asked Owen how
school had gone. "Good," was all I got.  I asked about what they'd done.
"Nuthin'."

"You mean you just sat there all day," I asked.  He gave me a look that
said, "what a dumb question."

"No," he began, "we did the usual stuff."

"Like what," I asked.

Big sigh..."Math and English and stuff like that," he replied.

"Anything interesting happen," I questioned him.

Sigh..."No."

I kept trying to draw him out while we drove, but only had limited success.
It seemed like a long drive back to the condo.  When we finally arrived, I
had David grab the box in the back and we all rode the elevator to my floor
in silence.  After entering, the boys dumped their backpacks and I asked
David to put the box in the dining room.  Then he immediately headed for my
computer, taking his food with him.  Owen had gone into the living room and
was slumped into the couch.  I went over to him and put his food on the
coffee table and he sat forward and started to eat.  I sat down on the
couch beside him, turned on the TV and chowed down on my burger and fries.
After we'd both finished, we sat back on the couch and I put my arm behind
Owen's head and pulled him against me.  He turned so he was laying along
the couch, with his head on my shoulder and I was able to wrap both arms
across his shoulders, with my hands resting on his chest.  I gently ran my
hands across his chest, hopefully helping him relax.  Owen looked up at me
and, with a catch in his voice, said, "Sam, I don't want to go to practice.
Can I just stay here?  Please?"

I nuzzled his head and kissed his hair.  "I know.  You feel like people are
laughing at you, right?  Like they think you shouldn't be there?"  He
slowly nodded his head.

"Wanna know something?  When I first started diving, I finished last at
every meet, for a whole year.  It took me 3 years before I made it into the
top three."  Owen looked up at me and asked, "Really?"

"Yeah.  I thought about quitting, a lot, that first year.  I didn't want to
go to practice many, many times."

"So why did you," Owen asked.

"Because I had a great coach, who told me that the only way to not feel
that way was to practice and practice and practice.  And, know what?" Owen
shook his head.  I said, "He was right.  If you don't practice, you don't
get better.  And if you don't get better, you end up in the same place
every time.  And you don't feel too good right now, do you?"  He shook his
head.  I went on, "So, can you see why you need to go to practice tonight?
Even if you just show up and don't dive, at least you're there.  Make
sense?"

Owen slowly responded, "Yeah...I guess so."

I kissed his head again and said, "Tell you what, after practice, we have
to go back to your place, but how about I bring you and David back here
after and you guys can stay here tonight?  That sound OK?"

He nodded quickly and said, "Yeah.  I'd like that."

"OK," I replied, "then that's settled."

"David," I called, "Owen's gonna stay here tonight after practice.  How
about I bring you back too and both of you can stay over?"

He tried to be the nonchalant 15 year old, "Yeah, sure," but I could tell
he was all for it.

It was time to head out to the pool, so I packed up the two boys and we
headed down to the garage.  Once we got to the rec center, Owen decided to
get involved and trooped off to the change room.  I saw the other boys
welcome him and it seemed he'd gotten over his discouragement.  We went
through some basics and then went to the gymnastics room to work on their
inverted technique for an hour.  It was a hard practice; everyone was tired
from the weekend meet, but we really needed to work because we had another
meet this coming weekend.  The kids did their best, but the fatigue was
evident.  After we were done, I called them all together, reminded them
that they really needed lots of sleep and to eat properly over the next few
days and then sent them on their way.

Owen, David and I headed back to their place for, what I knew, was going to
be a difficult discussion.  When we arrived, Carol met us in the living
room.  I told the boys to go pack some clothes for school tomorrow and when
they'd gone up to their rooms, I explained about the guardianship process
and we agreed to take care of it on Wednesday.  I also explained that I'd
set it up so that the boys were going to come back to my place tonight, so
we could get things going quickly and she agreed.

When the two kids had come back down with their bags, Carol and I brought
them into the kitchen and everyone sat around the kitchen table.  This was
an unusual occurrence, so the boys were looking cautiously at each other
and Carol and me.

Carol began, "Boys, I have some news that we need to talk about.  You know
how hard I've been working.  But we've run into a problem.  Even though I'm
working really hard, I haven't been able to keep up with our expenses and I
haven't been able to pay the rent for the last few months."

Owen and David started to look worried.  David asked, "Does that mean we're
gonna have to move?"

Carol nodded and explained, "Yes, that's exactly what's going to happen.
We have to be out of here by the end of next week, so I'm going to need you
guys to start packing your stuff tomorrow after school."

Owen looked like he was going to cry.  "Where're we gonna go," he asked
quietly.

"Well, that's the problem.  I've looked all over for a house that I can
afford for the three of us, but there's nothing out there.  Anything I can
afford only has one bedroom.  I've spoken with your aunt Cindy in
Winnipeg..."

David looked stunned and shouted, "Winnipeg?  I don't wanna live in
Winnipeg!"  Tears started running down Owen's face and he put his head down
on the table.

Carol was starting to tear up as well, so I stepped in.  "Guys, you're not
moving to Winnipeg.  But until she can get things straightened out, your
mom's going to out to live with your aunt."  And before they could ask, I
explained, "Your mom and I thought it would be better for you guys to come
and live with me until she's back on her feet and can find a place here."

Both boys looked up at Carol and she nodded, trying not to cry.

"Is that why you wanted us to come back to your place tonight" David asked.

"Yeah, that's exactly why," I explained.  "I thought we'd get things sorted
out quickly, so you have time to pack and a place to bring your stuff when
it's packed.  I hope that's OK with you guys."  David nodded and said,
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense."  Owen looked up and just nodded.

"So what does that mean," David asked.  "We're gonna live at Sam's and,
what, Sam's gonna be like our dad?"

I nodded.  "Pretty much like that.  Except I'll be your guardian, not your
dad.  I'll be responsible to look after you and take care of you until your
mom comes back."

Owen sobbed, "Mom...I don't want you to go.  I wanna stay here."

Carol went over to him and hugged him.  "I know baby.  But we can't stay
here and I won't be able to have you with me for a while.  Sam'll look
after you really well and I'll be back to see you a lot.  I promise.  I
know you're really upset, and I'm sorry, but this is something we have to
do for now."

He hugged her for a while and then Carol stood up and said, "OK.  You guys
need to get over to Sam's and get some sleep tonight.  I'll see you
tomorrow and we'll talk more.  Now, off you go."

I stood up and went out to the living room while the boys said goodnight to
their mom.  They grabbed their bags and we all went out to the car in
silence.  The guys threw their bags in the back, piled in and we headed
back to what was now home for all of us.  When we got upstairs, the big
question became how was this going to work.  I told them I was going to get
another bed for "their" bedroom and they'd have to share.  There was some
grumbling, but I think they were too dazed to argue much.  I had them dump
their bags and we went out to the kitchen for some snacks.  I suggested
they hit the sack and both boys wandered off to their bedroom.  In a few
minutes, Owen came out and said, "David and I don't think we can both sleep
in the same bed.  Can I sleep in your bed with you?"

I hugged him and replied, "Sure you can, baby."  "Why don't you head in
there and climb in to bed.  I'll come in a couple of minutes and tuck you
in, OK?"

He nodded and said, "Yeah, I'd really like that."  I kissed him goodnight.
Then he headed to my bedroom. When I went in a few minutes later, Owen was
lying on his back, still awake.  I sat down on the side of my bed, pulled
the covers up to his neck and tucked him in.  I leaned down, gave him a
kiss on his forehead and then his cute nose and stood up.

"Can you stay with me," Owen pleaded.

"Of course," I replied.  I lay down beside him and he curled up on his
side, against me, draping his arm over my chest and his head resting on my
shoulder.  I reached over and stroked his beautiful, long, red hair and
occasionally gently kissed his head.

"Sam, I'm scared," he whispered.  "What if mom can't find a place?  What if
she doesn't come back?  What're we gonna do?"  He started sniffling as the
fear took hold.

I kissed his head again and tried to soothe his worries.  "You know Owen;
your mom is doing everything she can to find something for you guys.  But
if she can't right now and she has to go to Winnipeg, she's going to keep
looking, and I'm gonna help her look here too.  The one thing you never
have to worry about is what's going to happen to you guys.  You're here
with me and I'm going to take the best care of you guys I possibly can.
Now, close your eyes and try to get some sleep."  He hugged me tight and I
held him tight, as if I could guard him from all of the nasty emotions he'd
had to go through in the last few days.  Within a few minutes, he was
breathing slowly and regularly and was fast asleep.  I stayed there with
him for a few more minutes and then slowly pulled myself out of his embrace
and got off the bed.

Walking into the living room, I was surprised to see David sitting in the
chair.

"What's up," I asked, "why aren't you in bed?"

"Not tired," he replied.  "Sam, why are you doing this?  You don't need two
kids screwing up your life.  I mean, I know we've done a bunch of stuff and
all, but you don't have to take us in because of that."

I sat down on the arm of the chair and tried to explain why I'd made the
decision.  "Oh man, David," I responded.  "It has nothing at all to do with
that.  I've come to really love having you guys around and there's no way I
could just sit back and not do something about it.  This is something that
none of us were ready for, but I don't regret doing it.  Not one bit.  This
is our home now, not just mine.  All right?"

He nodded and I gently ruffled his hair.  "Now go to bed," I said.

"Nah," he said.  "I'm not tired, and even if I were, I probably couldn't
fall asleep. Can we just sit and watch some TV together for a while?"

I agreed but told him, "I'd better not get any argument in the morning when
I get you up for school, or I'll put you over my knee and spank that
adorable little ass of yours."

He laughed and replied, "Yes daddy."  I laughed as well and sat down on the
couch.  I patted the seat beside me and David came over and sat down next
to me.  I asked him what he wanted to watch and he asked, "Umm...any way we
can...um...watch one of those...uh...videos?"

I looked at him and asked if he was sure and he shyly nodded.  "OK," I
said, "anything in particular you'd like to see?"

He looked a bit uncomfortable and hesitated as he answered,
"Well...um...d'ya think we could...uh...watch something with...um...uh..."
I interrupted him and asked, "Hang on.  Let me help you. Do you want to
watch something with young boys, teen boys, teens and young boys, young
boys and men, teen boys and men, you tell me?"

He gulped and said, "Teens?"

I asked him again if he was sure and he said he was.  So I went to the
computer and keyed up a video of a 16 year old boy named Sacha and a 14
year old named Levi. I sat back down on the couch and pulled David close to
me.  I hit play and the video started.

It opened with Levi sitting at a desk doing homework.  Levi was a cutie
with short brown hair and hazel eyes.  He had that peaches and cream
complexion that drives people nuts, a little snub nose and a heart shaped
mouth with a full lower lip.  He was about 5'7" and weighed around 110 lbs.
I'd known Levi well, back when we were making these videos.  He'd been
abused by his father as a youngster and had developed a somewhat pugnacious
attitude as a result.  But he could be the sweetest kid if he sensed that
the person he was dealing with wasn't a threat.  Like me, he'd started
making videos with Mike and Andre when he was 12 and he'd soon discovered
that he really enjoyed being a bottom.  And he had the ass for it.  The
two, almost round, globes of his bum were nearly pure white where his swim
suit covered them and, at 14, still only had a slight covering of fine
peach fuzz.  His body had begun to develop, with his chest muscles becoming
more visibly defined and a set of penny-sized rose-coloured nipples.  You
could see the distinction between his lats and his obliques in his abdomen,
giving him the start of a nicely chiseled appearance.  He was, in short,
the perfect definition of a twink.

As Levi sat at the desk, poring over the books scattered on it, Sacha
wandered in and stood behind Levi.  Sacha was another ideal twink.  Blonde,
wavy hair, ice-blue eyes, an aquiline nose over top of a full mouth with
perfectly white teeth, clear, slightly tanned skin; this boy was a Greek
god.  He was just under 6' tall and weighed around 155 lbs.  He was tall,
lithe and beautifully built. He was also the kindest boy I'd known.

As he stood behind Levi, Sacha reached out and started massaging Levi's
shoulders.  Levi sat up slowly and leaned his head back against Sacha's
stomach as Sacha continued to rub his neck and shoulders.  Then Levi slid
his shirt off, revealing that superb chest and tummy and allowing Sacha to
begin to rub farther down his body.  As Sacha leaned down to rub over
Levi's abdomen, the two boys began to kiss.  Now, I've seen a ridiculous
amount of kissing over time, but this kiss is one that has always turned me
into jelly.  These two weren't just acting for the camera; this was a kiss
with true passion.  Their tongues wrapped and danced around the other's and
the look in their eyes and the movement of their lips and the gracefulness
of their hands as they held each other all signalled more than just mere
acting.  These two were truly in love.  As it happens, I know that, even
then, they were desperately in love and they're still together, even all
these years later.  Anyway, as I said, jelly.

I looked at David as he sat beside me and I reached out.  Placing my hand
behind his neck and gently, and without any resistance from him, I pulled
him to me.  I placed a light, tentative kiss on his lips.  Then another and
this time he responded, tentatively.  And then another, this time less
tentatively.  And within seconds our lips were mashed together in absolute
lust, tongues darting here and there, tasting each other's lips, tongues,
teeth, my hand behind his neck, pulling him hard against me.  David wrapped
both arms behind my neck and held tight, as if, should he let go, he'd
never be able to get hold of me again.  I wrapped my arms around his back
and squeezed, so that he knew I wasn't going to let him go.  Our kiss must
have lasted a long while, because when we broke it, both of us completely
breathless from the intensity of our shared passion, the movie had shifted
to the bed, where Sacha and Levi were already naked and sucking each other.

David and I sat back and just looked at each other for a couple of seconds,
David wide eyed, with a small, sort of stunned smile.  And then I grabbed
his hand and stood up and he followed.  I shut off the video and, pulling
him behind me, led David to his bedroom.  Standing in his bedroom, David's
strong, supple, teenage body was lit only by the moonlight coming through
the window.  I sat him down on the edge of the bed and then lay him down on
his back.  His shorts were tented by his raging erection, that is until I
slowly and gently slid them down and off his sturdy legs, leaving him
completely naked.  I sat there and just drank in the sight of this, my, 15
year old Adonis lying on his bed, waiting and willing for me to do what we
both wanted.  I quickly stood up, shucked my clothes and then lay down on
the bed beside him.  I began by kissing his left ear and nibbling on the
lobe, sending a twitch throughout his body.  As I lapped and licked at his
ear and then his neck, I slid my hand onto his chest and began toying first
with one nipple and then the other.  David twitched and squeaked at the
combined stimulation of two of his erogenous zones at the same time.  I
slowly licked and kissed my way down his neck to his chest.  I slowly,
softly ran just the tip of my tongue along the hollow above his collarbone,
to the middle of his chest, while, at the same time, gently running my
fingers through his small, dark pubic bush, causing David to shiver.  I
traced the line between his pecs with my tongue, slowly, softly, feeling
the goosebumps grow as I did.  I took his now-erect nipples into my mouth,
sucking and nipping gently at them, feeling and hearing David suck in air
as I did.  I licked up, into the soft skin and sparse hair in his armpit,
lifting his arms above his head.  And then along the soft skin of the
underside of his arm all the way to the elbow, David twitching again as it
tickled him, first one arm and then the other.  I licked into the crook of
his elbow, swirling my tongue and tasting the slight salty taste of David's
sweat.  He moaned.  Dragging my tongue along the underside of his forearm,
I reached the palm of his hand, where I licked along his life line several
times.  More moans and twitches from my young lover.  I took his thumb in
my mouth and sucked on it, just like I knew I'd be sucking on his raging
boner in a short time, then took each finger in my mouth, one at a time,
sucking gently on each, David breathing hard, as if he'd just run a race.
But our marathon had just begun.

I resumed kissing his chest and then moved down along the linea alba, the
line down the middle of his abdomen, leading my searching tongue down,
down, down, toward his navel, David squirming all the while.  Reaching this
sensitive spot, I poked the tip of my tongue into it and wriggled it
around, tickling my boy again and he responded as I'd hoped.  His tummy
clenched, his hips flexed and he squirmed to get away from this assault on
his senses.  Once more, with the same result.  I grinned, knowing what
sensations I was creating, knowing what future sensations I was going to
create for this 15 year old man-child.  My tongue left its perch in his
navel and drew softly, slowly, down along his inguinal line, leading me
from his hip bone down into the dark triangular patch of his pubic hair.
Carefully avoiding his throbbing boyhood, I slid my tongue down the inside
of his thigh.  David groaned loudly as I did and his hands reached for my
head, but I pushed them away.  I wasn't ready to give him the relief he so
desperately wanted.  Not, just, yet.  I traced more gentle kisses, nips and
licks down the sensitive inside of his thigh to his knee.  Now came the fun
part.

I stopped kissing him there and, sitting up, grabbed both his hips.  I
forcefully rolled him onto his stomach, exposing his soft, tight, smooth,
glorious cheeks to the pale moonlight and to my hungry gaze.  I moved back
up the bed and, laying down again and beginning at the base of his head, I
moved his dark long hair out of the way and began licking his neck.  I
slowly and gently wormed my tongue down to the base of his neck and then,
along his spine, down and down between his shoulder blades, just the tip,
ever so softly, grazing his sensitive skin.  Down more and onto his lower
back, where I could taste his sweat, I dragged my tongue, this time with
more pressure.  Farther down, into the small of his low back, his soft skin
ruffled with goosebumps.  Farther down, to the crease at the top of his
buttocks and then, spreading his tight cheeks, down along his crevice, down
to his incredibly tight, soft, hole, David moaning and beginning to thrash
around, twitching and thrusting and withdrawing.  Farther down, spreading
his legs, onto his perineum, that incredibly sensitive skin awash with his
sweat, salty, slightly musty, but incredibly intoxicating.  And then onto
the back of his teenage scrotum, holding his firm, tender, cum-filled
testicles, taking one and then the other into my mouth, sucking and rolling
them around, laving and weighing them with my tongue.

Then, regretfully, letting them fall out of my mouth, I began kissing and
licking my way back down the inside of his thighs, taking turns, working my
way down to his knees again.  Then, slowly, painfully, excruciatingly, I
slid just the tip of my tongue onto and across the back of his knee.  The
sensation was too much for David; he screamed, "OH FUCK!" and his whole
body spasmed and tried to get away from my tongue as it tickled him like
he'd never been tickled.  The skin of his thigh and his bum grew a mass of
goosebumps.  I took pity on the poor child and stopped licking him.  He
settled back down onto the bed.  But I wasn't finished with him.  One more
quick swipe across the back of his knees, another shriek and I began my
ascent back up the inside of his thighs to his scrotum.  A quick lick
across the back and I sat up, rolled him over onto his back and dove down
straight onto his engorged, hard as an iron bar, cock.  David whimpered,
"Aaaawwwwwffffuuucckkkk," as my lips closed over the head and slid all the
way down to the root of his penis.  Milking his cock with my throat and
tongue, I reached between his legs and gently squeezed and rolled his
incredibly sensitive testicles in my fingers.  I slid my lips back up his
cock and began a slow slide up and down his shaft, holding the base with my
free hand as I continued playing with his firm balls and scratching his
perineum every so often.

"Hooohhh, ooohhhhhyyyeeeahhh, ooohhhhhyyyeeeahhh," David chanted as I made
love to his cock.  He reached down and ran his hand through my hair as I
bobbed up and down on him.  "Aaawwfffffuuuccckkk, yyyyeeeeaaahhh,
oooohhhhyyyeeaaahhh," he sang out.

I felt him getting close, so I slowed down, took my mouth off his cock and
licked the head and shaft a few times.  I didn't want him cumming.  I had
other plans for him tonight.