Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 22:41:23 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samshep2016@gmail.com>
Subject: The Diver in Me (Part 3)

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
to it than that.  So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session,
sorry, but this ain't it.  The author of this story believes that such
events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy
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Adult-Youth (M,b,B,con)

The Diver in me – Part 3

Friday morning came early and I went through my usual routine, run, shower,
dress, breakfast and off to work.  I was scheduled to pick Owen up from
school and take him to my place until practice, but at around noon, I got a
call from Carol.

"Sam, I'm really sorry, but something came up today and I have to work a
double shift.  I was supposed to take David to a friend's house around
seven o'clock, but I won't be able to get away.  I hate to ask this, but
would you be able to pick him up after school and take him to his friend's
after practice?  If it's too much of a pain, I'll figure out another way to
get him there."

I chuckled and replied, "No problem Carol.  I'll get Owen and then pick up
David.  He can come to my place with us and hang out there while I take
Owen to practice, or come with us, whatever he wants.  And, if you're going
to have to work really late, why don't I take Owen home after practice and
I'll stay there overnight.  That way you have nothing to worry about."

"That would be fantastic, Sam," she exclaimed.  "Thank you so much."  She
gave me David's cell phone number and I texted him to let him know of the
change in plans.

So, after work, I drove over to Owen's school and picked him up.  As we
drove off, I explained the new plans, leaving out the part about me staying
over.  We pulled up to David's high school and as we waited for him, the
Evoque drew some stares.  David appeared and Owen jumped out and ran over
to him.  I could see him pointing at the car and then at me and talking
animatedly to David as they walked over.  David called shotgun and before
Owen had a chance to protest, climbed into the front seat.

David was around 5'7" tall and I'd guess he weighed in at 130 pounds.  He
had dark, almost black, medium length hair with the front spiked up and
slightly across.  He had deep set, dark green eyes set close on either side
of a cute snub nose.  He had a set of full lips, with just the slightest
hint of the beginnings of a moustache above it and a square jaw.  He was a
solidly built young man, not overly muscular, but nicely filled out.

"Cool car," he said.  "What kind of work do you do?"

I explained that I was in IT management and he suddenly perked up.
"Where," he asked.

I explained where I worked and the kind of work I did and David started
asking me all sorts of questions about programming and different machine
languages.

"Sounds to me like you have a pretty good grasp of programming," I said to
him.  David explained that he wanted to be a programmer as a career and
that he spent a lot of time writing code and trying to write programs for
different things.  He said he was working on trying to write a new game for
one of the game systems.

"He's really good at it," Owen chimed in.  "He spends hours typing stuff on
his computer."

"Well, how would you like to come to my office?  I can take you on a tour
and you can talk to the guys in coding." I suggested.  "Sure," he said,
trying, unsuccessfully, to hide his excitement.  "OK, do you have any
spares next week?" I asked.  David said he'd check when we got to my place.

We pulled into the garage a few minutes later and took the elevator up to
my floor.  We entered my suite and David stopped and looked around.  "This
is cool," he said.  "Great view."  Owen had disappeared into the guest
bathroom and when he came out, plunked himself down on the couch.

"Can I watch some TV," he asked.  I turned the 60" TV on and showed him how
to use the remote and pretty soon he was engrossed in a show.  In the
meantime, David was looking around the kitchen and dining room, so I asked
him if he was hungry.

"Naw, I'm good," he said, but when I told him I had some pizza pops, he
decided that maybe he could eat. I told him that they were in the freezer
and to help himself.  I also told him that whenever he was here, he should
make himself at home and to help himself to anything except the beer in the
fridge and the booze in the cupboard.  Knowing he wouldn't be interested in
the show that Owen was watching, I took him into the small office and
showed him my computer.  His eyes opened wide and he got a slight grin.
I'd had it built by the engineers and tech people at the office and it is
state of the art, with the latest processor, graphics and audio equipment,
an 8 terabyte hard drive, two 32" monitors sitting side by side on my desk,
and a feedback joystick for playing flight simulators.

"Why don't you take it out for a test drive," I said.  He sat down and once
he'd acquainted himself with it, he was totally engrossed.  When it was
time to leave, I asked him if he wanted to come to the centre with us or
stay here and wait for me to pick him up.  He said he'd like to stay and
work on my computer so Owen and I left for practice.

After practice was over, we drove back to my condo to pick up David, get
some dinner and then drive him to his friends before taking Owen home.
When we got to the suite, David was still on the computer and when I told
him we were going to go for dinner, he asked if he could stay and keep
working.  I reminded him that he was supposed to go to his friend's but he
said he'd rather stay and work on my computer.  I explained that I was
going to be staying at his home until his mom got home and that he'd be
alone in the suite overnight and he said that was fine with him.  I
suggested that he come with us for dinner and that I'd bring him back, but
he said he wasn't hungry, so I reminded him that he could have anything he
wanted and that I'd see him later.

Owen and I left and drove over to his home.  When we arrived I had Owen get
ready for bed.  He returned wearing his boxers and we sat down on the couch
in the living room to watch some sports on the TV.  Owen snuggled right
into me and I put my arm around his shoulders with his head resting on my
chest and I idly stroked his beautiful hair.  Within a few minutes Owen was
starting to nod off, so I stood him up and, taking his hand, led him
upstairs to his bedroom.  Once he'd climbed into his bed, he asked me if I
could give him another back rub, a request which I was happy to accept.

He rolled onto his stomach and I pulled his covers down.  I started up
around his shoulders and gently worked my way down to his lower back.

"You can go lower, Sam," he cooed.

With that, I quickly pulled his boxers off him, leaving Owen completely
naked.  I rubbed across those soft, smooth little cheeks of his and he
spread his legs allowing me to rub down into his crevice and across his
tight little pucker with my thumb.  When I did this, Owen let out a soft
groan and pushed his hips back toward my hand.  I slowly let my hands
wander down to his perineum and tickled the back of his little scrotum.  I
worked my way down his legs and then back up across his sweet little ass
and up his back for a few minutes.

After a few minutes and with Owen softly moaning, I told him to roll over
onto his back.  He flipped over quickly and his prepubescent cock was at
full mast.  I purposely avoided touching it as I rubbed his chest,
occasionally tweaking his nipples, causing Owen to sharply take in a breath
and twitch.  I slowly worked my way down to his tummy, swirled my finger in
his belly button and then leaned down and kissed his small chest, licking
across his sensitive, erect nipples.  Owen's eyes shot open and he moaned
with the sensation.  I sat back up and slowly slid my hands down onto his
pubic mound and gently cupped his penis and balls between them and began
gently rubbing the area.  Owen's head fell back on his pillow and his eyes
closed, with a small smile on his lips.

"Mmmmmm," moaned Owen as I slid my thumbs down under his scrotum and rubbed
his perineum.  His hard little spike stuck straight up between the gap
between my thumbs and forefingers.  I wrapped my right hand around the base
of his sensitive cock and began slowly stroking it from the base to the
head, savouring the feel of his soft skin sliding along the hard shaft.  As
I sped up my stroking, Owen started breathing slightly harder and moaning,
"Oooohhhh, mmmmmm."

I took a chance and, leaning forward, kissed the tip of his penis, causing
Owen to gasp with surprise and quickly look down his body at me.  I looked
at him, smiled and kissed the tip again and Owen exclaimed, "Oh wow!"
Keeping my lips on his cock, I opened my mouth slightly and engulfed the
whole head of his hard penis and ran my tongue around it. "Ahhhh," groaned
Owen as the feelings overwhelmed his small body.  As I slid my mouth down
the short length of his cocklet, his legs spread farther apart, he arched,
writhing, and I heard him make a tiny sound, a catch in his breath,
"Ah...Ahhhh..."  I took my mouth off his cock and slid my tongue under his
little ballsack, licking the smooth, hairless skin between his legs, up the
underside of his scrotum, over it and then I engulfed the entire wrinkled
little pouch in my mouth and rolled one of his marble-sized balls around
with my tongue and then the other.  Owen reacted by thrusting his hips up
into my face, quickly straightening his legs and crying out,
"Ahhhhh...Uhhhhh...Uhhhhh."  I let go of his sensitive balls and licked up
the small length of his penis until I got to the top and then swallowed the
whole thing again, sliding my lips up and down his hard shaft.  Owen began
humping his cock into my mouth and when I looked up I saw he had his head
thrown back, enjoying the sensations I was creating.

I sped up my rhythm, my lips beginning to rapidly piston up and down on his
little shaft and Owen began panting, thrusting his hips more urgently and
moaning, "Ohhhh...unnnh...unnh...unnh...oohhh...ooohhh."  And as he neared
his orgasm, his shaft began to twitch in my mouth.  As his dry cum overtook
him, Owen yelled, "Aaaaahhhhhmmmmmmmoooohhh, ooohh, ooohhh, ohhhhh,
unngh... unngh... unngh," his high pitched little boy's voice rebounding
off the walls of his room, his body twitching and his legs jerking with the
overwhelming sensation of his first blow job.  Keeping my mouth on his
shaft until he settled back onto his bed, I slowly slid my lips off his
penis and then kissed my way up his beautiful, slightly sweaty body until I
came to his mouth.  I gently placed my lips on his and he responded
eagerly, kissing me back.  I slid my tongue between my lips, gently ran it
across his and then parted his lips with it.  I ran my tongue across his
small teeth and Owen instinctively opened his mouth allowing me to begin to
probe his mouth with my tongue.  He responded by sticking his tongue out
and we began running our tongues around and across each other's.  Our
tongues began dancing with each other and we kissed passionately for a long
time.  I finally broke the kiss and said he should get some sleep.

"Can you stay with me for a while," he asked.

"Sure," I said.  I pulled his shorts back up, the covers over him and lay
down beside him.  Owen snuggled into me and I wrapped my arm under his head
and within minutes he was out.  When I was certain he was fast asleep, I
kissed his head, smelling his hair and the scent of a young boy, softly
pulled my arm out from under him and went downstairs to wait for Carol to
come home.

I gave David a call to see how he was doing and if he needed anything.  He
said he was fine and that he was still working on a program and how amazing
my computer was.  I asked him where his computer was and if I could take a
look at it.  He said it was in his bedroom and gave me the password to log
on.  I told him I'd be back after his mom got home around six and that we
could go for some breakfast later in the morning and he said that would be
cool.  After we hung up I went into his room and logged onto his computer.
I went through the devices and information, took a look at the software he
was running and noticed that a lot of it was pirated.  It seemed he was
pretty adept at using torrents to find the software he wanted.  I also
noticed an encrypted folder and after a few tries was able to figure out
the password (teenage boys are so predictable).  When I opened the folder,
I found a series of image files which I opened.  Unsurprisingly, the
majority of them were porn (like I said, teenage boys are so predictable).
I found a subfolder labeled Dvd2016.  When I opened it, there were more
jpegs and a few mp4 video files. These were, interestingly, pictures of a
young teen boy.  I clicked on one and the picture opened.  It was a shot of
the mid-section of a young teen wearing nothing but boxers.  Could David be
gay, I wondered.

I opened a couple more images and the young man had shed his boxers and was
standing there in the nude with a progressively more erect penis.  The kid
had a small bush of almost black hair around the base of his, what looked
to be, 6" circumcised cock and fine dark hair on his wrinkled scrotum and
his strong thighs.  The images continued with the teen stroking his cock to
full erection and the inevitable cum shot.  At this point I was pretty
certain that David was interested in boys.

Out of interest, I opened one of the video files and it started with a wide
shot of a bedroom, which, after a couple of seconds, I realized was the one
I was sitting in.  Then a young teen entered the room and I realized that
it was David.  He proceeded to slowly strip down to the same boxers that I
had seen in the image files and I realized the images were of David
himself.  I continued watching the video as David sat down in the very
chair I was sitting in and began jacking his nice teen cock.  As the video
continued, his cock became rock hard and a small amount of pre-cum leaked
from the tip.  Watching this kid masturbate was making me incredibly horny,
especially after my session with Owen, so, after looking to make sure Owen
was fast asleep, I sat down in David's room, unzipped my jeans, pulled out
my rapidly hardening dick and began stroking myself as I watched David
speed up as he jacked himself.  As he began to pant and moan, I started
feeling my orgasm approaching and began breathing harder as well.  On the
screen, David groaned and his cock began spitting cum, first up onto his
stomach then all over his hand and into his pubic hair.  With that, I
couldn't hold back any longer and began cumming along with David.  I
grabbed some tissues off of David's desk and fired four or five hard shots
into it and then slowed down to a trickle.  Once I had settled down and my
cock began to soften, I cleaned myself up, stuffed my dick back into my
pants, zipped up, shut down the video, closed the folders and logged off of
David's computer.  I checked in on Owen, kissed his head and went
downstairs to watch some TV.  I fell asleep on the couch until Carol got
home around 5 am.

I explained that David had been so fascinated by my computer that he'd
stayed at my place and that I'd bring him home later after we grabbed some
breakfast.  She laughed and said, "Yeah, he's such a computer geek.  He
spends more time on his computer than he does anything else.  It's really
nice of you to let him use yours."

I replied, "I think he's got some skills as far as programming goes.  I
told him I'd take him to my office one day next week so he can talk to our
programmers and see if it's really what he wants to do."

"He'll love that," she said. "Just don't let him or Owen become a pain."

"Can't happen," I replied.  And with that I left and drove home.  When I
arrived, I found David had crashed on my couch.  While he slept, I went
into my bathroom, had a shower and changed into a pair of new boxers.  Then
I went into the living room and woke David up.  I guided him to the guest
bedroom and onto the bed.  I then climbed into my bed and slept for a
couple of hours.  When I woke up I went to the kitchen and made myself some
coffee. Then I turned on the TV and watched the early news.  After a while
David wandered groggily out to the kitchen. He looked so cute, with tousled
hair and a sleepy little boy look.  I gave him a cup of coffee and he sat
at the island and sipped at it.

"So, how did it go last night," I asked him.  "Did you get much
accomplished?"

He explained that he'd spent a lot of time trying out some of the
programming he'd been working on at home.  "Your computer is way faster
than the one I've got.  I got so much more done than I ever would have with
the piece of crap at home."

"Well, like I said, if you have a couple of spares next week, I'll take you
to the office and you can see some equipment that'll really blow your
mind."

David nodded as he drank his coffee, "Yeah.  That'd be really cool.  What
day do you think we can go?"  He grabbed his backpack and pulled out a
well-worn notebook.

"How does Tuesday look," I asked.

He turned to the back of the book and checked out the schedule that was
written in and nodding, said, "I've got a spare in 2nd class in the
afternoon and then computer lab.  I could explain where I'm going and
Mr. McGovern would probably be OK with me taking off."

"OK," I said.  "Check with your teacher on Monday and if he's OK with that,
we'll go on Tuesday after lunch.  Now, why don't you go grab a shower and
we'll both get dressed and go for some breakfast."

"Cool," he shouted as he jumped up and ran into the bathroom.  I could hear
the water starting to flow in the shower as I walked into my bedroom and
got dressed.

After about 25 minutes the water shut off and suddenly David appeared,
wrapped from the waist down in a towel.  "Sam, I don't really want to wear
the same underwear and socks I was wearing yesterday," he said.  "Is there
any way I can use your laundry or do you think I can go commando?"

"Sure we can do your laundry," I replied.  "Why don't we do it all and that
way you've got totally fresh clothes.  If you're OK with it, you can just
sit around in that towel until they're ready."

"Yeah, that'd be great," he said.  And with that he handed me his clothes
and I put them in the washer in my laundry room.

While I was doing that David had sat down on the couch and leaned against
the back.  I came in and sat down beside him and we watched the news and
sports.  I asked him about how he got interested in computers and he
started explaining that he'd played a lot of computer games and that he'd
found some software on a torrent site that allowed him to make some basic
changes to one of the games that he played that enabled him to cheat.
After that, he just decided to try writing the cheats himself.  He found
that he had a talent for it and just kept on working on it.

"I took a look at your system last night," I said.  "It's a pretty basic,
old system and I noticed that you've got a lot of pirated software," I
interjected.  "You could get yourself into a lot of trouble using that
stuff.  It's got loads of viruses and tracking software that you won't even
know about."

"Yeah, I know, but I need it to do what I want, so I uses about three
malware detection programs to eliminate as much as I can," he replied.

"I get it," I said.  "I have access to all the original software you use,
so why don't I give you the software and you can eliminate the pirated
stuff.  It'll work better and you won't have to worry about having any
trouble."

"I also noticed you have quite a few other...umm...files on your system," I
said, looking for his reaction.

He looked away quickly and his cheeks reddened.

"Hey, you're a healthy teenager," I said quickly.  Thinking back to all the
porn videos and photos I had done from the time I was a preteen kid until
my early 20's, I went on, "You should have seen the stuff I had on my
computer when I was your age.  Even the videos you have are nothing
compared to mine."

He looked over at me and asked, "Did you...umm...look at...ah...all the
videos?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah.  Your password's not really hard to figure out.
But, don't worry about it.  It's just between you and me.  I just have one
question.  The videos of you, and by the way, they were really hot, what
did you do with them?  They're not on the internet are they?"

David blushed and replied, "No, they were just me foolin' around.  I'd
never want them to get out there.  Did you watch all of them?"

"No," I said.  "I just watched one, but it was a good one," I laughed and
he blushed again.

"Listen, compared to the videos I have, your's is really not bad," I told
him.

He looked at me with a quizzical look and asked, "What do you mean?"

I said to him, "Look, what I'm going to tell you is really private.  If it
gets out, I'm screwed, so you have to swear you'll never tell anyone, and I
mean anyone, about it.  OK?"

He leaned back and looked me in the eye.  "Yeah, OK.  I won't say anything
to anyone, as long as you don't say anything to anyone about mine."

"Yeah, don't worry about that," I said.

I turned toward David and began to hesitantly tell him about my past.