Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2009 08:09:28 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Turnabout

Dear Reader: This is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not permitted to view this material.

	This has been written by three separate hands and so this is not my
ususal kind of story. Years ago a friend of mine wrote an outline for a
story that he just couldn't finish and he passed it along to me. It was all
typed up on an IBM Selectric (remember those?) and the pages sat on a shelf
for several years until I moved and another friend discovered them. He took
the story home to read and came back to me with a bunch of thoughts so I
have to give him some credit here as well.

	I usually don't write stories this blunt, a story which is totally
aimed at conning a boy into bed. But then I've added my own little twist to
the plot and redeemed the harsh beginning, but you'll tell me if I was
successful. Comments welcomed. Chris James.

<drmeta4@gmail.com>


				Turnabout (M/B)

				By CJ, TD and BL

	We had been fucking each other several times a week for four months
when Eddie lost it in front of his mother. I had warned him to be careful
with the dildo I bought him, but it was a toy he just had to have.
Masturbation wasn't the same without something shoved up his ass.

	His mother found it and with no excuse good enough to get him out
of the situation he had told her the truth. He had met me and we were
fucking one another, among other things. He might have been sixteen but
that didn't end the legal complications, I was about to be in a world of
hurt.

	Fortunately he had the presence of mind to leave a message on my
answering machine saying that they were on the way to the police station
and that his parents knew about us. I will be forever in his debt for doing
that one smart thing amongst all the other stupid things.

	I threw several dozen incriminating items in a suitcase, packed my
clothes and drove to the bank. I cleaned out my checking and savings
accounts before driving to the airport and parking in the short term lot.
They would know I had run away but the name the kid would give them wasn't
me. None of the boys ever knew my real name.

	There was no criminal record and I doubt if they would get a clean
set of prints in my apartment. Like a fanatic, I always washed every dish
and glass, wiped handles and containers, the whole while dusting every
horizontal surface. I was a fanatic about everything in life, and besides,
fingerprinting is not an exact science.

	Having planned the escape from the day I arrived in this town, or
any town for that matter, I booked a flight to the Martin County airport.
The flight took off just about the time I figured the cops were breaking
down my apartment door. I'd miss the boy, he had real talent in bed, but
then he would just join a long list of boys in my past.

	Martin County was on the outskirts of a large southern city. It's
probably best if you don't know which one. Having grown up in a rural
environment I appreciated just how difficult it would be to find another
boy partner here. The urban town I had just left behind was full of malls,
arcades and amusement parks. In the four years I had been there no fewer
than seven boys had come and gone through my life.

	But here it would be difficult. Boys had no natural place to
congregate except at school or church. The latter put me off so I chose the
former. It took me three weeks to obtain the documents I needed. Carrying
my forged identification, new driver's license and phony work history, I
walked in to the school system employment office.

	Having carefully considered the possible job openings in advance I
had chosen to take something at the bottom of the scale. And right there on
the main bulletin board outside the office was a listing of the available
positions.

	Running my finger down the list I stopped at the fifth line:

	"Evening custodian, Martin Middle School. Normal work hours 3-10pm,
M-F. Starting pay $ 9.75 per hour. Duties: general cleaning, trash removal,
floor mopping and waxing, fixture cleaning. Special duties: set up and take
down for events in gymnasium and cafeteria, some overtime expected on
weekends. Qualifications: 2 years custodial experience, high school diploma
or equivalent degree, clean driving and criminal records."

	I looked in my file case and pulled out the low end resume I had
assembled. Putting a fresh smile on my face I went through the door and
asked to apply. The woman that interviewed me seemed happy with my
qualifications and said the job had been open for some time. The weekend
hours seemed to hold other applicants back. I informed her that I didn't
mind the overtime requirement. I went back to my new apartment with the
sense that she would be calling me in the morning and giving me the job.

	At two o'clock the next afternoon, Robert Tanner reported an hour
early for his new job at Martin Middle. I met the head of school
maintenance who briefed me on what to expect on a daily basis. The
principal, Mrs. Plummer, and a few of the teachers welcomed me to the team
with the line that everyone had a part of a caring community that nurtured
these children.

	At two-fifty five the bells rang and the halls filled with sixth,
seventh and eighth graders. I stood at the crossroads by the main entrance
and watched the kids jostling towards the doors and the big yellow school
buses parked outside.

	These kids were different than the bunch I had left behind. The
eighth grade boys seemed more mature. Tall, lanky boys with baseball caps
and worn out jeans paraded past me without giving me a second glance. I
felt stunned in the presence of such beauty and would have chosen any one
of a dozen that pushed through the doors.

	Within ten minutes the halls were empty and I walked down the back
hall to fetch the tools of my new trade. One by one I visited the
classrooms, emptying trash cans and cleaning black boards. I straightened
out the cafeteria and hauled all the trash to the large dumpster behind the
building. The whole time I could hear the sounds of a ball game emanating
from the gym. The boys were having basketball practice that afternoon.

	Timing my work carefully, I was just outside the gym when practice
broke up and the boys headed for the locker room. I headed into the wing of
offices beside the gym and began to clean there. I greeted the basketball
coach and introduced myself. He smiled and said that his boys didn't leave
much of a mess but would I mind sweeping the gym each day. I assured him it
was on my list.

	One by one the boys began to leave the locker room and I went
inside. A few dirty towels sat on the benches and I started to pick them
up.

	"You don't have to do that," a voice said behind me. "It's really
my job."

	I turned to see a slender boy with a huge armload of towels.

	"I'm Tanner, the new evening custodian," I said. "Sure you don't
want some help with those?"

	"Help maybe, Mr. Tanner" the boy smiled, "but I'm the official
towel boy for the teams. Brad Evans. I'd shake your hand but my arms are
full."

	I picked up a few stray towels and followed him to the back of the
locker room. In a closet there were stacks of fresh towels. A washer and
dryer sat against the wall and Brad dropped his load on the floor. Wiping a
hand across his sweaty forehead the boy brushed back a stray hunk of his
brown hair and stuck out his hand. "Good to meet you, Mr. Tanner. You'll be
seeing lots of me."

	"That sounds fine. I'll stay out of your way. What grade are you
in?"

	"Eighth, Mr. Tanner."

	"Ok, Brad. If we're going to spend time together maybe you should
just call me Bob."

	In fact I wanted to know him better already, the kid was real
cute. He wore the regulation gray t-shirt and gym shorts which displayed
his slender frame and shapely legs.

	"I would wait until the crowd leaves before I started mopping in
here, Bob," Brad suggested. He smiled at the power I had given him to use
my first name. "Give the room a chance to lose all that humidity from the
showers. It can get real uncomfortable in here."

	Brad measured laundry detergent and a small amount of bleach into
the washer and started a load of towels. He was already sweating and I
started feeling a little damp under the collar myself. Not realizing what
an effect he was having on me, Brad stripped off his sweaty t-shirt and
dropped it on the bench beside a locker.

	His torso was perfectly formed and he didn't have a single hair on
his chest. But starting about midway down his ribcage there was a scar that
plunged down below the waistband of his shorts.

	"Whoa," I said, "That must have been some accident."

	Brad ran a finger down across his scar. "Belt broke on a piece of
my daddy's farm equipment, almost cut me in half. Just glad it didn't go
any further."

	I raised my eyebrows and he dipped his shorts to show me how far
the scar traveled across his belly. The scar tissue ended just above the
small cluster of brown curly hairs. I didn't get to see the best parts but
I got an idea of how far along he was in life.

	"You were very lucky," I said.

	"Two inches more and I'd be less than a man, at least that's what
the doc said. But it healed pretty well. It's been three years since it
happened."

	"Well, then I guess I better get back to mopping. Nice to meet you,
Brad. How late do you usually stay?"

	"I finish about five. I usually shower and then put the last load
in the dryer before I go. My mom picks me up out back just after five."

	"Good. You need any help, just let me know," I said.

	I ran the dust mop across the gym floor and looked under the
bleachers for trash. My predecessor kept a tight ship, everything was clean
under there. Working my way back towards the gym offices I started mopping
down the hall towards the locker rooms. I looked in the girl's area and saw
that it was spotless so I pushed the mop bucket back into the boy's side.

	I heard the sound of the showers running and knew Brad was cleaning
himself. I would have rushed right over and looked in on him except it was
too soon to push that button. But at least I had to get a glimpse of his
goodies. Pushing the mop bucket along the aisle I came to the corner of the
shower room.

	Several stainless steel columns rose from the floor with multiple
shower heads attached to each. Brad was just rinsing off with his back
towards me. The sight of his slender waist and tight buns really set me off
but I didn't want him to turn and find me standing there. I pushed the
bucket past the opening.

	The moment I heard the water shut off I started back. Brad was
drying himself and I finally got a look at his package. The boy was uncut
and I found that a real plus. I didn't get a chance to dwell on his ample
cock before he looked up and saw me. I was surprised when he didn't
automatically cover up. Instead he finished toweling the water off his
body.

	He held the towel off to one side and pointed at the scar. "Now you
can really see what that belt did to me," Brad said.

	"Yeah, that's some scar," I said. "And the doc was right. A couple
more inches and you'd be showering in the girl's locker room."

	Brad looked at me and then burst out laughing. We laughed together
as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

	"That was a good one," he said. "But I shouldn't be laughing. My
father died in the accident."

	"Oh, Brad. I'm so sorry. I would never make fun of something like
that."

	"I didn't tell you, it's all right. It all happened a long time
past."

	But he was sad now and I put my hand on his shoulder. "You're a
lucky kid, I'm glad I met you."

	"Thanks, Bob. I like you too."

	I sat on the bench beside his locker as he dressed, completely
unconcerned that he was naked in front of me. This was no ordinary fourteen
year old, he needed something from me. I would have to think about it,
nothing good ever happened this soon, at least not in my experience. I
walked him to the back door and waved as he walked down to his mother's
car.

	The building was empty now except for two ladies in the front
office. I went room by room through the school, looking for work and
finding none. The place was in top shape and I would only have to keep
ahead of the curve to make this job work for me.

	I paused in the eighth grade classrooms looking for signs of Brad's
presence. I found his name on a box in the science lab and opened
it. Nothing there except some file cards about the frogs which lived in a
tank over in the corner.

	By five-thirty the front office was clear and I walked through
emptying the trash and cleaning some dust off the window ledges. I went
through a storage area and saw file cabinets but they were locked. I
wondered who had the key. Wandering into the principal's office I opened
her top drawer and saw a whole ring of keys.

	Back at the files I opened the drawer with the big E on the front
and quickly found Brad's files. One contained three years worth of report
cards. Good in sixth grade until one point when everything crashed. I
imagined his father's death hit him pretty hard. In seventh grade he
started off weak but things grew until by the end he was on the honor
roll. The first report card of this year showed me Brad was definitely
honor roll material. Four A's, three B's and only one C. I laughed when I
saw the C was in gym class.

	I read a report from his counselors about the tragedy and how the
boy was coping. They cut him some slack to promote him to seventh. Good
people here, I thought. Their general impression of the boy was
positive. And then I came across the sealed envelope.

	There was nothing special about the blank envelope, nothing was
written on it. I saw a whole box of them sitting there on the shelf of the
storage closet. It would be easy to replace. I placed a pencil under the
flap and ripped it open.

	Inside was a confidential psychological profile of the boy. Dated
one year ago, it dealt with his reaction to the accident and his subsequent
recovery. I wondered why this had been sealed up until I came to page
three. Penned by the examining psychologist were some observations.

	 "Bradley has told me that he has had issues with several of his
classmates. He finds himself attracted to them. 'I look at their bodies and
find myself aroused,' 'I have been sexual with two boys in my class but I
won't tell you who they are,' 'The things we did were more than just
masturbation,' 'I occasionally find myself attracted to men but I'm
probably too young to understand what that means.'

	"These are exact quotes taken from my notes during
counseling. Bradley seemed forthright in expressing his feelings, an
amazing sense of candor considering his age. It's likely that Bradley will
develop latent homosexual tendencies in the next few years as he
matures. His lack of a father figure may cause some difficulty during this
period.

	"The early sexual experimentation with his peer group is within
normal parameters but he is concerned about his feelings towards
males. Further counseling is recommended prior to high school. Bradley may
encounter difficulties if he becomes openly homosexual around older
students."

	I re-read the doctor's notes. Lines like, 'we did more than
masturbation,' and 'I occasionally find myself attracted to men,' stuck in
my head. Oh Brad, what have you been up to?

	I sealed the notes back into a new envelope and closed the file. I
relocked the cabinet and sat down in the principal's office to think. I
could make a list of the boys I find interesting and look up each one of
them. But I knew that in none of their files would I find the words "we did
more than masturbation." Brad was unique, and I had stumbled across him
right at the beginning.

	I walked back down the hall to the boy's locker room and then went
into the towel room. The dryer was done so I took out the towels and folded
them neatly. I saw the towel Brad had used to shower and felt the dampness
that had come from his body. I sat back on the bench and thought of his
slender body as I masturbated into the towel.

	Now I knew why he had taken the job of towel boy. It allowed him to
be in the locker room looking at all the other boys as they showered and
changed. It was a clever way to get a look at what he wanted. I just
wondered if he was getting anything from the boys he was watching.

      I rolled up the wet towel and took it with me when I went
home. Tomorrow was Friday and I would have to set up the gym for the
basketball game on Saturday morning. I knew that Brad would be there to
help me after school. It was too soon to approach him, we needed to spend
some time together and gain trust. One false move here and I would have to
hit the road again. But it would be hard since I hadn't developed an escape
plan yet.

	Knowing that Brad thought about sex with men didn't automatically
mean he would be attracted to me. I was twice his age and yet I felt
compelled to wait for him to make the first move. What I needed to do was
give him an opening without blowing my cover.

      Maybe I could take a shower with him and see if he looked
interested. I was in good physical shape, although my cock might scare him
a little. I doubt if the kid has seen one that big before. I would work up
a sweat tomorrow afternoon and shower before going back to work. Of course
I would have to get a towel from the boy first so he would know what I was
doing.

      Friday morning, and before I left for work I packed some extra
clothes to change into. I arrived early once again and went straight to the
coach's office. I asked what he needed set up and he gave me a list of
tables, chairs and trash cans, along with a diagram of where to place
things. I was to lightly mop the floor and never leave it wet before a
game. After the game I was to work on any scuff marks I found on the court.

	I wandered through the locker room, but as I expected Brad wasn't
there. The boys were still up in the gym at practice. If Brad was attracted
to any one of the boys on the team I needed to find out. Scouting out the
competition was always desirable in situations like this. So far I had the
edge and I intended to keep it that way.

	I looked through the small glass window in the gym door and spotted
Brad sitting on the one section of bleachers that had been pulled out. He
was watching the boys on the court who were running a passing drill. I slid
through the door and came up behind him without being seen.

	I leaned on the bleachers and watched the drill. A quick survey of
the team showed me several boys that I would have found interesting just
based upon looks. What Brad found attractive I had no way of knowing. Body
shapes and sizes meant a lot to me, intelligence ranked second. If he had
been sexual with any one of these boys I was sure there might be a clue I
could pick up.

	The drill ended and the boys gathered on the bleachers for a little
pep talk by the coach. Brad sat to the side and I watched several of the
boys say something to him before sitting down. The coach talked about the
competition tomorrow and I saw Brad paying attention.

	The talk broke up and the team headed off towards the locker room
but none of the boys had anything to say to Brad. Instead he went and stood
by the coach who was placing the balls in a canvas bag. Their chat lasted
only a few minutes but I got the feeling that it was all business. At one
point Brad saw me and smiled as he walked over.

	"Did you see the drill?" he asked.

	"Yeah, they move pretty well," I said.

	"Let me go hand out some towels and I'll come back and help you set
up," he offered.

	"I'd appreciate that," I said.

	I set the tables and chairs out for the timers and judges and was
just thinking about opening the bleachers when Brad returned.

	"Bob, are you mopping the court tonight?" he asked.

	"Yeah. Coach says to light mop the court and that shouldn't take
too long."

	"I'll help you with the bleachers," Brad said.

	"Good man. How come you're not on the team?" I asked.

	"I still get some pain from my scars if I work out too hard. Coach
gave me this job so at least I could be a part of things."

	"Yeah, he seems like a great guy," I said. "You two seem to get
along pretty well."

	"It wasn't always like that. I was a real screw up last year."

	"I imagine you still had a lot on your mind. It takes time to work
your way through things. At your age life can throw some pretty hard curve
balls," I said.

	"Isn't that the truth," Brad replied. "Where are you from?"

	"Atlanta mostly," I said, falling back on my Bob Tanner profile. "I
did a hitch in the Navy for a while and then just started working. Never
been married, never had kids. I'm not sure doing either of those things
ever appealed to me."

	"I don't want to get married either," Brad said.

	"Don't write it off too quickly. You're still pretty young to be
thinking about that anyway. Right now you should be focusing on school and
your friends. Have you found yourself a girlfriend yet?"

	Brad hesitated as I knew he would. "No, not yet."

	"Well, all women seem like they're from Mars. Hard to understand
but then they say the same thing about us," I laughed. "I never met a woman
who could understand me so I just gave up looking. Doing pretty good
without it."

	"I feel the same way. The girls here are all after high school boys
and I bet a lot of them are doing things they wouldn't tell their momma
about."

	"In middle school? That's terrible," I said.

	"Yeah, it sure is," Brad said. "A lot of the boys here are pretty
frustrated by it."

	"And that's why boys invented masturbation," I laughed. "Sometimes
it's the only way out."

	Brad blushed but he laughed too.

	"You better see what the locker room looks like while I mop up
here. I'll come down and help you in a while," I said.

	"Did you fold all those towels last night?" he asked.

	"Yeah, I ran out of things to do," I said.

	"Thanks, Bob."

	"Any time," I replied.

	I mopped the floor and worked up a sweat in the process. It felt
good to have had that conversation with Brad. We learned a few things about
each other. Now all I needed was to shower and see if Brad was curious. I
wheeled the mop bucket into the janitor's closet and grabbed my clean
outfit. I entered the locker room just as the last of the team was
leaving. The coach was already gone and so the place was pretty quiet.

	Brad was back in the towel room throwing the last of the dirty
stuff in the washer.

	"Hey," I said, wiping the sweat off my forehead, "Got an extra
towel I can use?"

	"Sure, pick one," he said pointing at the clean stack on the shelf.

	"I have to shower," I said. "I can't stand the idea of being all
sweaty until I get home."

	"I know the feeling," Brad said. "Take a fresh bar of soap from the
box over there."

	I walked down to the shower room and undressed slowly, dropping my
clothes on the bench. How long would it take for him to show up? Surely he
wouldn't wait until I was done, that would mess up his schedule.

	I turned on the hot water and started to wash. I was halfway
through soaping down when I sensed his presence. He stood at the doorway
with a towel around his waist.

	"Plenty of hot water," I said, turning on the shower head beside
me.

	Brad smiled and dropped his towel on the bench. He walked in under
the water with his back to me. I finished lathering myself and tapped him
on the shoulder. He turned partially towards me and I put the bar of soap
in his hand.

	"Don't be bashful," I said. "Nudity isn't a curse. Try joining the
Navy, everyone gets to see you then." And that was true. I had enjoyed my
years as a sailor.

	"I don't usually shower with the guys," Brad said. "They stare at
my scar."

	"I promise I won't stare," I said.

	"Ok, but I never showered with a man before either."

	"Hey, we both have the same parts. I'm older that's the only
difference."

	He kept his back to me as he started to soap his body. I couldn't
keep my eyes off his cute little butt. But then I had better calm down or I
might get a rise just looking at him.

	Slowly he relaxed and he started turning under the spray.

	"Feels damn good having all the hot water you want," I said. "They
ration water when you're on a ship at sea."

	"Don't you use the ocean water?" Brad asked.

	"No way. Salt water leaves you sticky and will make your skin
itch. Same as if you went in the ocean for a swim."

	"I've never been to the beach," Brad admitted.

	"What? That's terrible," I said.

	Silence settled in as I rinsed off the soap, trying not to look at
the boy while I did it. His scar only seemed to add to his charm, although
his cock still held my attention. He was facing me now and as I rinsed off
my face under the spray I caught him looking down at my crotch. I kept my
head up and looked through half closed eyes as he stared at my cock.

	I tilted my head forward and opened my eyes catching his
glance. Brad blushed at getting caught.

	"Guess you've never seen a naked man before either," I
said. Looking down at his crotch I smiled. "You'll get big as me in a few
years."

	He was still embarrassed. "You think so? Some of the other boys are
pretty big already but not like that."

	"I just started off big," I said. "I hit puberty when I was eleven
and that was pretty embarrassing. I showered with the other boys in middle
school. They were all way behind me and they kept looking at me too. I
figured they were just jealous. You're about right for your age, I think."

	"Uh, but your balls are so big," he said.

	I laughed. "A big gun needs lots of ammunition," I said. "Don't be
shy, Brad. You'll find I'm comfortable talking about most anything. I
imagine you have all sorts of questions and no one to answer them."

	Brad nodded in agreement. "It's hard to talk about some things," he
said.

	"Try me," I said.

	"Uh, can a guy masturbate too much?"

	"I don't think so, but you have to do it the right way. Get
yourself a good quality skin cream to use as a lubricant. If you do it dry
it can create sore spots."

	"Yeah, I found that out. But it's ok to do it two or three times in
a row?"

	"Sure. When you ejaculate the body produces certain chemicals that
affect the brain and suppress your state of arousal. Some guys produce less
of the chemical and can overcome the effects. Fourteen is a pretty horny
age. I imagine you can do it several times in a row."

	"Yeah, sometimes I feel like I have to just to make the feelings go
away."

	"Everyone has fantasies, even guys like me."

	"You? you still masturbate?" Brad asked.

	"Men do it their whole lives. Boys usually lie and say they don't
ever do it. I don't know why that is; to me it just seems like a natural
thing to do. We both know boys often do it together. Have you ever done it
with a friend?"

	Brad blushed again. "Yeah, a few times last year."

	"Not unusual so they say. I did it that way too, even in the Navy."

	"Really? Why did you do that?"

	"Long nights alone at sea, guys get horny. I knew some guys were
doing things to each other but that was against the rules. We had a few
circle jerks. That's all it was."

	Despite my presence Brad was starting to get an erection. The
mention of guys having sex was starting to appeal to him. I didn't want him
to get uncomfortable, it was too soon for me reveal what I might like to do
with him. Besides it was getting late, his mother would be waiting.

	I reached up and turned off the shower. "I have to get back to
work," I said.

	Brad turned off his shower and we dried off together.

	"Are there really homosexuals in the Navy?" Brad asked. The
question was serious. He wanted to know something specific.

	"There are gay men and women in every branch of the military I'm
sure. From what I've seen there are gay people everywhere in our
society. They're not a threat to you, Brad."

	I continued to dry off and I could almost hear the wheels turning
inside his head. I was a source of information he'd never had access to
before. Score one for me. He looked at the clock up on the wall in the
locker room.

	"I better go," he said, "my mom will be waiting."

	For a moment we stood there naked facing each other.

	"Don't be embarrassed about the questions," I said. "I asked a lot
of the same things when I was younger. Knowledge is power and that means
there are no bad questions. We can talk again tomorrow if you want, I'll
see you in the morning at the game."

	Brad smiled and wrapped the towel around his waist. "See you
tomorrow, Bob. And thanks, I like you."

	"I like you too," I said as he left the room.

	I got dressed and thought about our exchange of words. He'd almost
admitted some things to me and maybe I'd said a little too much about
myself. This all had to slow down or I would find myself getting in his
pants before he was ready. I heard the outside door slam shut and the boy
was gone.

	I dressed and made my rounds of the classrooms. After my hitch in
the Navy cleaning was second nature. We had scrubbed that ship from top to
bottom on a daily basis at sea. Keeping busy was a way to pass the time and
keep the troops in line. Idle time was when sailors got in trouble. Despite
what I told Brad, I had more sex on board ship than at any other time in my
life.

	I remembered several youngsters that were fresh out of boot camp
and on their first voyage. With some of them it had started out as
masturbation games and quickly progressed to mutual fun. The ones that
really enjoyed the disciplinary side of military life were the easiest to
fuck. To them it was just an extreme side of the game.

	And there had been some shore leave that really blew my mind,
especially when we hit the Philippines. Boy brothels were not hard to find
and a man with money could get anything he wanted. I recall a night when I
had three boys in my hotel room and we played sex games until dawn.

	I had overindulged myself back then and maybe I was still at
it. Discovering Brad so quickly made me cautious. Easy often meant trouble
later on, especially if they had the upper hand. Brad wanted some answers
and I was willing to provide them. I would draw him out first and hand him
the keys to the puzzle. If it all added up then he would certainly make the
first move.

	I was done with the chores by eight-thirty so I returned to the
office and began my prowl. I looked through the last yearbook and spotted
some familiar faces. Brad had longer hair last year. Must have been part of
the rebellious nature he was experiencing. But I adored his face and
decided he was one of the real cuties in school.

	The last thing I did before going home was to fold Brad's towels
and masturbate into the wet one he left behind. At this rate I was going to
have quite a collection of towels at home.

	Saturday morning I got up at eight and did my morning ritual. The
game was at eleven but I was needed an hour earlier for whatever. The
Martin boys were playing against Richardson Middle. I figured the gym would
be full of interesting things to look at and not just on the court.

	I arrived at the school just as the lady who did refreshments
arrived. I helped her carry several coolers into the lobby. She handed me a
stack of signs to put up. "No food or drinks in the gym," these all read.

	"Let's hope they all know how to read," she said with a smile.

	"I'll bet they don't," I said back.

	"We always catch a few, Brad will help out."

	"That boy just does everything around here," I said.

	"He's a real sweetie," she said and I couldn't agree more.

	Brad arrived on a bicycle and asked if he could lock it in the
custodial closet. I handed him the keys and he smiled. This was going to be
a great day for us, I could tell. He returned the keys a few minutes later
and we talked about keeping food and drinks out of the gym. We both agreed
it was a wishful thinking kind of deal at best.

	A man walked up to me and introduced himself as the Richardson
coach. I pointed out the hallway that led to the girl's locker room and
watched his team of boys file down the hall. Brad followed casually behind
and I almost laughed because I knew why. I guess he just needed a closer
look at the boys as they changed.

	At eleven-ten the whistle blew and the game was on. I had never
been interested in basketball so I didn't watch the play. Instead I cruised
the bleachers looking for food offenders and spotting the cuties.

	At one point I found myself standing at the urinals beside a cute
thirteen year old boy. He smiled as we peed together.

	"You work here?" the kid asked.

	"Yeah," I said.

	"Nice school, much nicer than ours."

	"We like it," I said and looked down at his cock. "Just don't pee
on my floor."

	The kid shook himself and for a second I thought there would be a
retort but he just washed his hands and left. He had a nice cock anyway.

	The principal, Mrs. Plummer, arrived a few minutes after the game
started and we exchanged greetings. "Everything good this morning?" she
asked.

	"Just fine," I replied.

	Brad slid up at that moment to report he caught some kids with a
soda inside the gym. "But the can was empty by the time I got there so I
took it," he said, showing us the can.

	"Good work, sailor," I said. "I'll be back on patrol in just a
moment."

	Brad hurried off down the hall in search of other offenders.

	"I see you've met Brad," Mrs. Plummer said.

	"If I didn't know you were principal, I'd swear he ran the school,"
I said.

	She chuckled. "He's come a long way in the past year."

	"I've seen the scars," I said. "Amazing how kids can rebound from a
tragedy like that."

	"Why, Mr. Tanner, what a remarkable observation."

	"I saw a lot of young kids go through hell while I was in the
Navy," I said. "Brad has been very helpful the past few days."

	"The school looks very good," she said. "I think we made the right
choice hiring you. You're a good team player and speaking of that, I'd
better go watch a little of the game."

	"Thank you for your kind words," I said.

	I wandered down the hall towards the girl's locker room, hoping the
visitors hadn't made a mess in there already. The room was quiet except for
a small noise I heard from the bathroom. Walking on tip-toe I peaked around
the corner and saw that one of the stalls was occupied. The sounds coming
from within the stall told me that a boy was in there whacking off.

	All I could see were his sneakers and a pair of jeans wrapped
around his ankles. I wondered who it could be. The boy was whacking himself
real hard. The slap of his hand echoed slightly off the tile walls. I heard
a few grunts and a moan as the boy reached orgasm.

	I retreated to the row of lockers by the door and hid out of
sight. I didn't hear the toilet flush but the stall door banged as he left
the bathroom. I peaked around the corner just as he reached the door. I
should have known...it was Brad.

	He exited the locker room and I walked back towards the bathroom
stalls. Sure enough there was toilet paper in the commode and a few drops
of semen on the seat. I guess he was leaving a sign in hopes some kid from
the visiting team would find them. I remembered jacking off on toilet walls
when I was a kid. It was marking territory and at the same time stimulating
that some other guy would see it and wonder.

	Still, it was a waste of good cum. When I went after a boy I wanted
every drop they had. Maybe Brad did jerk off three or four times a day as
he had suggested. What a shame, but it said that he was horny a lot. Like I
didn't know that already.

	Two hours later the game was done and the crowd filed out. Several
of the parents stayed behind to help pick up the gym and knock down the
tables and chairs. I was grateful for their help and the fact that the
place was still clean. I took a close look at the floor of the court and
didn't see any real bad marks.

	I figured Brad would be in the locker room and wondered if the
visiting team had left yet. I went towards the girl's locker room
first. The place was dark and it was obvious the visitor's didn't even stop
to shower. Of course not, they had lost the game and couldn't wait to
leave.

	The boy's locker room was a place of celebration. The team hadn't
all left yet and I could still hear the sound of water running in the
showers. I saw Brad over by the shower room talking to a boy who only had a
towel wrapped around his waist. Brad was talking to him and looking into
the shower room all at the same time.

	The boy with the towel laughed at something and Brad swatted him on
the ass with a wet towel. In two seconds there was a major towel fight
going on and half the boys were naked. Brad must have been in heaven. What
he had started was paying off for him big time. Coach came out of his
office and yelled for them to knock it off and the fight was over. I
watched at least a half dozen cocks swinging back to their lockers. Brad
was all smiles as he approached me.

	"You started that, didn't you," I said.

	"I was just trying to get them out of here so we can finish up."

	"I thought maybe you were back to making comparisons again," I
said. "There was a lot of cock swinging around back there but nothing big
as you."

	Brad blushed. "You caught me again. Why do I do that?"

	"It doesn't matter, just be yourself," I said.

	The coach came by and said his good-byes. Brad and I picked up the
wet towels and I realized the place was all ours.

	"Where do you live?" Brad asked.

	"Those new apartments on Springside Drive," I said.

	"Really, my house isn't far from there."

	"Then maybe you can come over and watch a movie sometime," I
said. "Sorry, I only have comedies and adventure, no porno."

	"I don't watch porno," Brad laughed.

	"You would if it was full of naked boys," I said and snapped his
ass with a towel.

	He dropped the armload of towels and we fought for a few minutes
until he got in a few good ones on my leg.

	"Whoa, you win, that last one almost got my balls" I said. "Any
higher and I'll be out of commission for a month."

	"But they're such a big target of opportunity," Brad laughed.

	"Well, let's throw these dirty things in the washer," I suggested.

	"Are we showering today?" Brad asked.

	We? Now it was a we shower thing. He really enjoyed the session we
had yesterday. "Sure thing," I said.

	Brad started the washer and picked up two clean towels and a bar of
soap. I undressed and put my clothes on the bench as Brad followed suit.

	"I just think you want to look at my cock," I said.

	Brad laughed but he was blushing too. "Maybe I do, it sure is
awesome."

	I stood under the water with him beside me. "You should see it
squirt," I said.

	"You want to show me?" he answered.

	"It'll only make you jealous," I said. Both of us were starting to
get erections.

	"No it won't." He hesitated. "We could do it together like you did
in the Navy."

	His cock was already rigid when I looked down at it. He had a good
five inches there, long and slender with the head poking through his
foreskin. Mine was half hard, it took stimulation to get me fully erect and
I didn't want to touch it yet.

	"Should we worry about someone coming in and seeing us?" I asked.

	"The doors are locked, I checked," he said. His voice had grown
husky, the testosterone charged rush pumping through his veins. This was a
deeply sexual moment for him and I wanted him to enjoy every second of it.

	"Maybe we ought to sit down, I don't do this very well standing
up," I said.

	I walked back over to the bench and straddled the wooden
plank. Brad sat down facing me a few feet away, his cock looked painfully
hard but I knew he was afraid to touch it. Once he started it would spurt
much too quickly. But as he wrapped a hand around his cock I lay back on
the bench.

	I didn't want to hurry this. He was ogling my cock and I knew that
alone would bring him to orgasm. I started running my hand across my chest,
pinching my nipples and making them erect. My cock responded by growing a
bit more but I still wouldn't touch myself there.

	My hands rubbed across my stomach and down my thighs. I grasped my
balls and kneaded the soft flesh. I quickly looked up and Brad was frozen
in place. His hand was wrapped around his cock but he wasn't moving.

	"What are you doing?" he quietly asked.

	"Stimulating myself. Why rush to get off?  This is more fun."

	I lay back and closed my eyes. I didn't want to look directly at
him. No it would be better if he had the chance to examine me all he
wanted, it would drive him crazy. I figured he would come before I even got
started.

	Again I ran my hands across my belly and to my crotch. This time I
rubbed a little on my cock, bringing it up and revealing how long it was. I
rubbed my hand up and down very slowly, enticing the boy.

	"Damn," he said.

	I heard him begin to slap away at his cock and still I didn't look
at him. The slapping stopped. "Aren't you going to do it?" he asked. "It
looks ready to bust."

	"Not even close," I said as I rubbed it a little more and started a
small trickle of pre-cum oozing from the slit.

	"What's that stuff?" Brad asked.

	"Natural lubricant. You'll make that yourself pretty soon. It
happens when you get older. Very slippery stuff."

	"It's not cum?"

	"No, just the juices that makes sex easier."

	Silence. "Uh, Bob, can I touch it?"

	"It's slimy if you're wondering," I said, "but go ahead, I don't
mind."

	I felt a finger touch the head and I oozed a little more from the
stimulation. Brad rubbed his finger around in the slime, lubricating the
head of my cock.

	"It's real slippery," he said, his voice an octave below normal. I
remembered those days. Sexual images made my throat dry when I was so very
turned on.

	Brad's finger rubbed around and I knew what he wanted to do. "That
feels good," I said. "It's ok if you want to touch it."

	I felt his hand grasp the head of my cock and slide around in the
pre-cum. Slowly he started to rub up and down, spreading the greater amount
of ooze that now came gushing up from the depths. His stroking got stronger
and I knew he wanted to jerk me off. Imagine that, he was doing everything
I wanted.

	His hand was rubbing halfway down the shaft before returning the
head of my cock. I felt his other hand grasp me and he began a two handed
rub that felt very nice.

	"That feels great," I said. "You have talent."

	"And lots of experience," he chuckled.

	Good, he was enjoying this. "Do you want me to return the favor?" I
asked.

	"After I'm done," he said.

	His hands were rubbing me towards a great orgasm, he just didn't
know it. Every time his hand slid up over the head of my cock it flared at
his touch. It was sending major signals down to my trigger mechanism and
very soon he would get more than he wished for.

	I gasped for breath to let him know he was on the right track. My
hips started to respond, pushing upwards into his hands. I didn't want the
boy to tire so I focused on the feeling and willed myself to come soon. A
couple of strokes later I knew he was succeeding and I moaned.

	"I'm getting there, Brad. Hope it doesn't scare you."

	"I want to see a big squirt," he said. "Come on, shoot for me."

	Oh, he was talking to my cock, how sexy. I felt my body shudder as
the cum started to rise up the shaft. I moaned again and arched my back as
my cock erupted all over his hands. Brad kept stroking until I lay back on
the bench and the cum stopped flowing.

	I looked up and saw his eyes bright with desire. His cock was hard
as a rock and I knew that just a few strokes and he would shoot. His hands
were covered in my cum but he seemed pleased at the results of his work. I
handed him a towel and then reached for his cock.

	Brad lay back in imitation of me and I grasped his shaft. No
pre-cum from this one, it was too soon in his life. I hated dry rubbing so
I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. He jumped and scooted back
away from me.

	"Why did you do that?" he asked.

	"Just getting it wet. I didn't mean to scare you."

	"Ok, it's just that you startled me. No one ever did that to me
before."

	"You've never had a blow job either?"

	"No one ever tried before. What's it taste like?" he asked.

	"Cock tastes like skin; it's the cum that tastes so different. It's
not bad once you get used to it."

	"I tasted mine before," Brad said.

	"I think every boy tries it at least once," I said.

	"You can suck me if you want," he said.

	"Ok, just don't feel like you have to do it to me."

	He lay back and I took his cock in my mouth. It had softened but
now was building right back up. I teased the head out of the foreskin and
pushed the shaft down my throat. I had only been at it for about thirty
seconds when Brad gasped and pushed upwards into my mouth, his cum arriving
in little spurts. I swallowed his sweet juice and milked his cock for more.

	"It happened too fast," he said.

	"Just a lack of experience. You were already turned on so it had to
cum fast."

	"Sorry," Brad said. "Can I taste you?"

	I nodded and leaned back to let him put his lips around my soft
cock. He managed to shove a great deal of it in his mouth and he sucked
gently. His fingers grasped my balls and began to rub gently. I knew right
then that this boy had sucked a cock before.

	On that thought alone my cock started to get hard. Brad didn't seem
to mind that I was swelling in his mouth, in fact he seemed to be doing
everything he could to excite me. His mouth was only large enough to take
the head and few inches of my shaft, but that was all right with me.

	Once he had coaxed it back to full erection he kept on sucking but
added his hand to the shaft. He had the talent but it would take him a long
time to bring me off. After a few minutes I could tell his jaw was getting
tired. I pulled his head up and out of my lap.

	"You really know how to do that, I'm surprised. But I just gave up
a big load and I don't think I'm ready to come again right now."

	"I got a taste any way," he said.

	"You want me to do it to you again?"

	"Uh, not now, maybe later," he said.

	"Does any of this freak you out?" I asked.

	"I didn't know you were into it, that's all," Brad smiled.

	"And I didn't know you were either. Makes us even. But where did
you learn all this?"

	"Around," he said.

	"It's your business I suppose, but I'm just glad we understand each
other now."

	"I rode my bike today so I don't have to be home until dark. It's
only two o'clock so if we go to your apartment I will only have a five
minute bike ride to my house. It gets dark at six-thirty this week."

	"You have this all figured out, don't you?" I asked.

	"I guess. I knew you would have sex with me, Bob. I'm glad you
did."

	"Come on and get dressed, we can shower at my place," I said.

	I put his bike in the trunk of my car and drove home. The bit he
said about knowing I wanted to have sex puzzled me. How could he know, I
had been careful not to look too hard. In fact, he had been the aggressor
not me. That's what I wanted, isn't it?

	I carried the bike up a flight of stairs to my front door and we
went inside. Sparse furniture, I had only purchased a few sticks so far. My
bedroom was a full sized bed and that's it. I did have a stereo, DVD player
and television. Hell, I had only been here two weeks and things were
happening so fast my head was spinning.

	Brad looked at the couch and then the chair. He went over and
closed the drapes.

	"Are we going to shower?" he asked.

	"Yeah, I suppose we should."

	Brad stripped naked right there in the living room and walked over
into the bathroom. "Small but cozy," he laughed. And then I heard the water
running. I stripped down and joined him behind the shower curtain.

	"We might have to breathe one at a time," I said.

	"Then you breathe and I'll just watch," he replied. "Are you gay?"

	I smiled. "I am now. Years ago I tried it the other way and didn't
like it so I've been here ever since."

	"I probably am too," Brad said. "I haven't experienced anything
else but this feels just right." He put his arms around my chest and hugged
me. "Yeah, you feel just right."

	I returned the hug and kissed the top of his head. He turned his
face up to mine and I kissed his lips. "You feel just right too," I said.

	"That's my cock poking you in the thigh," he said.

	"I guess that means you want it now, am I right?"

	Brad nodded and I slid down onto my knees. As the spray pounded the
back of my head I sucked his cock down my throat. He squatted down until
his butt hit the floor of the tub and I followed him all the way down. This
was the perfect setting for what I had in mind. I lifted his legs onto my
shoulders and popped his cock out of my mouth.
	Licking my way down his shaft I took his balls in my mouth just to
hear him gasp and I wasn't disappointed. My tongue licked under his ball
sac and across his ass hole. Without another pause I stuck my tongue inside
of him and began to wiggle it around.

	"Bob...Bob, what are you doing to me?" he yelled.

	"I'm tongue fucking your ass hole, ass hole."

	I drove back into him and he grabbed my hair and pulled. "Oh, God,
stop that," he yelled.

	"Am I hurting you?"

	"No, it's just so dirty down there."

	Ignoring him I began licking again and this time Brad moaned with
pleasure. I pressed a finger against the hole and wiggled it around. He
squirmed and I pushed my digit inside of him.

	"Stop playing with my butt," he yelled.

	My finger stayed where it was and I went back down on his
cock. Brad wiggled his butt around and that only gave my finger better
access. He was humping up into my mouth as I wiggled my finger in his
ass. I could feel his cock swelling for another good squirt when suddenly
his ass hole relaxed and my finger slid all the way in.

	"Ah, take it out," he yelled.

	I hesitated but by then he was already starting to orgasm. I could
feel his sphincter squeeze around my finger and spaz out as he came. I
pushed in and out a few fast strokes and his cock erupted in my mouth. Brad
groaned with delight as he came, grasping my head and holding me down on
his cock. As he finished I withdrew my finger.

	"You shit," he said, "didn't I ask you to stop?"

	"I wanted to see if you might like it," I said.

	"It hurt a little but then it got weird at the end. Did I come a
lot?"

	"In buckets, I almost drown," I said.

	"Liar. You fingered my butt to see if you could fuck me."

	"Like my cock would fit in that tiny hole, right," I said.

	"I stuck a cucumber in there before," Brad laughed.

	"Were you making a salad? No, I don't think so. My cock would never
fit inside of you but you could get inside of me."

	"I could, couldn't I? But maybe I don't want to fuck you."

	"You want to do everything, getting fucked is the least of my
problems," I said.

	"So now I get to blow you, right?"

	"Can we please shower first, I'm getting wrinkled here."

	We washed each other, a pleasant experience among today's list of
pleasant experiences. I dried off and went into the bedroom with Brad on my
heels.

	"Hey, I have an idea, how about we have sex on the bed. I'll bet no
one has ever tried that before," I said.

	Brad laughed and pushed me down on my back. "Me first," he said,
and I wasn't about to argue with him.

	The boy immediately started sucking on me. His tongue swirled
around the head of my cock as he tried to swallow my length. He gagged and
scraped me a bit with his teeth but otherwise it felt good.

	His cock must have been hard again and Brad scooted his body
forward until I felt the head of his cock pushing into the crack of my
ass. The amazing part was that my cock was still in his mouth. Can that be
done? Brad was bent over in what looked like a painful position but he was
trying to fuck me. It didn't last long and I knew he had hurt himself the
minute he pulled away.

	"Oh, my stomach," he moaned, grabbing his belly.

	"I appreciate what you were doing but people just don't bend that
way," I said.

	"No, it's the scar tissue. I felt it pull away inside," he replied.

	"Then we better get you to the hospital, you could be bleeding
internally."

	"No, I'm ok. The Doc said I would pull it now and then and I would
be sore for a few days."

	"Then we rest for the afternoon until you go home," I said.

	"But I was sucking your cock."

	"And it felt great but I can't have you hurting yourself in the
process."

	"Then jack off on me, cum on my face," he said.

	"Really? You like that stuff?" I asked.

	"Don't know, never tried it. But I want to see you cum, I want to
taste it."

	"Ok, just you relax and watch," I said.

	I straddled his chest with my knees and stretched my cock out over
his face. I started rubbing it as I looked down into his eyes. The harder I
looked the more I realized what a true gem this kid had turned out to be. I
could look for years and never find someone like him. What we had was
awesome when you think that I had known him for only forty-eight hours.

	I leaned back and rubbed the shaft as I felt the pre-cum lubricate
me. I could stagger my strokes and then look down in his expectant eyes. He
made faces, licking his lips and making kissing sounds at me. It only made
me smile and stroke harder.

	"Yeah, that looks great," Brad said. "I love seeing your big balls
hanging in my face like that. Stroke it, sexy man. Feel the heat of my
tongue on your balls." And I did, he was licking my ball sac.

	"Oh, that feels so nice," I said.

	"Cum on me with your big cock, spray me with your cum," Brad
said. I would have laughed but I liked him talking dirty.

	"Uh, uh," I moaned. I was really about to cum.

	"On my face, in my mouth, don't waste it," he yelled.

	I felt the surge begin and I leaned down, my cock above his lips. I
burst a massive load and Brad giggled with pleasure as I rapidly covered
his face and chin with cum.

	He swiped at it with his tongue a few times and took a deep
breath. "It tastes good," he said

	"Did you get what you wanted?" I asked.

	"Oh yeah, and then some. I'll be more careful next time."

	I wiped his mouth and chin with a tissue and kissed him. The kid
was amazing. I had never been so turned on by someone like him.

	"So you like what we've been doing?" I asked.

	"I'm here, right?  The finger thing didn't feel good so try using a
cucumber with a little vegetable oil."

	"Oh, if you want to go there I have a whole box of toys," I said.

	"You do? Show me."

	His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop at the rubber cocks,
leather straps and brightly colored condoms. But none of the dildos matched
the size of the real cock I carried around.

	"I suppose if we start with the small one and work our way up I'd
be willing to try out the real thing," he said.

	"I don't want to hurt you. If the skin tears you'll end up at the
hospital getting stitches and there would be no way to explain that," I
said.

	Brad picked up a short tapered dildo with flat base. "What's this?"
he asked.

	"It's a butt plug," I said. "It's meant stretch your muscles and
open your rear end for bigger things to follow."

	"Sounds like what I need. How do you use it?"

	I covered the plug with lubricant and then sat it facing upwards on
a chair.

	"Now all you do is sit on it until it pops in."

	Brad smiled, "I can do that."

	He stood in front of the chair and started to sit. He looked back
to make sure he was on target. I leaned over and watched the tip of the
plug center on his butt hole. Brad laughed, " Its cold."  The tip
penetrated him and Brad hesitated before allowing his weight to shift
backwards. He sat down with a thump and a flash of pain crossed his face.

	"Ouch, that's tight."

	"But now that it's in it doesn't hurt, does it?" I asked.

	"No, I just feel full."

	"Wiggle your bottom around on the chair to loosen your butt up," I
suggested.

	Brad squirmed this way and that while a smile spread across his
face. "It feels good, almost like the cucumber did."

	"Ok, get up and walk around."

	He walked around the room, his butt wiggling back and forth. He
started to giggle and then laughed. "That feels cool, but it won't fall
out."

	"You could wear it in school all day long and no one would know,
but I don't think you should. Bend over and let me pull it out," I said.

	He leaned over the chair and I slowly put back pressure on the base
until it popped out.

	"Oh, my ass feels empty," he laughed.

	"How about this?" I said holding up a long midsized dildo.

	"Cool, go for it," Brad said and he bent over again.

	I put lube on the rubber tip before placing it against his hole. I
pushed it inwards and Brad grunted. "Relax, relax," I said.

	The tip entered his sphincter ring and just as I began to push
deeper I twisted the base. The dildo began to vibrate and Brad jumped.

	"Whooie, what are you doing back there?"

	"Vibrating model. Lean forward on your elbows."

	I pushed until I had four inches inside of him. I twisted the dildo
around a bit and laughed as Brad made whacky faces.

	"Ooo, I like that. Fuck me, Bob. Shove it in deeper."

	The vibrator was eight inches long and I knew better, Brad was only
getting half of it.

	"I'm ready for you now, come on," he urged.

	"You just think you are, I'll hurt you," I said.

	"Can't we at least try?" Brad pleaded.

	I shook my head but reached for the jar of lubricant as I lay on my
back.

	"You'll have to sit on it, that's the only way."

	Brad straddled my thighs and pushed my cock between his ass cheeks.

	"I wanna do it, I wanna do it, I wanna do it," he chanted and then
tried sitting down on my cock.

	I felt the head of my cock push against the hole and Brad wiggled
around, putting ever increasing pressure on his entrance. I felt his weight
press down and then my cock penetrated through his muscled ring.

	"Oh, God, it hurts," Brad said. "I wanna do it."

	I felt him ease up and then quickly press back down. The head of my
cock dove into him barely an inch and then he slid off and down onto my
stomach. Tears sprang to his eyes and his face was a mask of hurt.

	"Oh, it hurt," he gasped. "I want to do it...but I can't."

	With that he pushed off of me and lay on the bed crying. "I'm
sorry," he said.

	I hugged him and kissed his cheeks. "Don't be sorry, you do so many
other things to please me.

	"But I wanted you to fuck me," he moaned.

	"Maybe next week, ok?"

	"Why next week?" he asked.

	"Nothing good happens fast. We'll have lots of sex and every time
I'll work on opening you up a bit more. When I think you can then we'll
fuck, ok? Until then you can do it to me." Looking down I saw his cock was
already hard once again. Damn, this boy was insatiable.

	I rolled over on my stomach and Brad climbed on top. I reached back
with a generous dab of lube and swiped it in my ass crack.  Brad was
already poking me and I knew this first time might be unpleasant but we had
to start somewhere.

	I raised my ass up off the mattress and guided Brad's cock to my
hole. The boy was trembling with excitement as I felt his cock begin to
push into me. As I expected once the head of his cock entered me Brad just
shoved all the way inside.

	A flash of pain seared my butt but I gritted my teeth. Brad had to
think he was doing it right, there would be time later to show him the
right way. As his balls pushed against my ass Brad began a furious pumping.

	"Oh, God, that feels so hot," he moaned.

	"Slow down, kiddo and enjoy the ride," I gasped.

	His hips bucked, thrusting his cock in and out but I felt him ease
back once he got used to the feeling. I turned my head to the side as I
felt him lean on my back. His tongue began to lick at my neck and I moaned
in delight.

	"Uh, uh, oh damn," Brad moaned. "I'm cumming already. Should I pull
out?"

	"You better not, give me all you got kiddo," I gasped.

	His motions became more frantic and I could feel his body shudder
as he cut loose inside of me. I loved the feel of warm boy cum filling my
guts and Brad didn't disappoint me. He collapsed on my back and hugged me
tight while his cock began to deflate.

	I rolled over as his cock slid out of me and hugged Brad to my
chest. His body felt so good on top of me as I ran my fingers through his
hair. We lay like that for a while and then I realized the boy had fallen
asleep.

	It was moments like this that made me understand why I loved
boys. It takes a lot of trust to lie naked on a man's chest and sleep. I
was still concerned that this had all happened so fast, but then it had
been Brad who chose me. In all my years I had never encountered a boy quite
like him. Putting all my worries aside I was glad he had chosen me to open
the door to his sexuality.

	He wanted an older man because his father was gone and he needed
someone to validate his feelings. It was likely that he would develop a
long term affection for me and that our sex would continue. But I didn't
kid myself. Brad would take another lover at some point, someone more his
own age. How would I feel about that? I hoped I was wrong.

	Brad sighed in his sleep and I turned to look at the clock on the
bedside table. Our entire sexual escapade had taken only an hour, there was
still time before he had to leave. The boy's weight pressed down on me and
that only aggravated the pressure I felt in my kidneys. I slowly slid him
off until we lay side by side. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

	"Where are you going?" he asked.

	"Sorry, have to pee," I said.

	"Yeah, me too." He stretched his lean body and followed me into the
bathroom. I let him pee first, watching the steady stream of yellow liquid
pour into the toilet. When he was done I sat down.

	"You had better get back in the shower and wash that thing of
yours," I suggested.

	I farted in the toilet and Brad snickered. "Don't laugh, I'm just
getting rid of what you put up there," I said. "Go on and shower, I'll join
you in a minute."

	I watched as his body turned and twisted under the stream of water
behind the vinyl curtain. A beauty like his couldn't be marred even by the
nasty scar that ran across his ribcage. In fact it made him seem vulnerable
and I found that appealing. Fourteen was my favorite age for a boyfriend
and Brad was everything I desired.

	"Can you see me in here?" Brad asked.

	"Yes, I can see the outline of your ass against the curtain. Is
that what you're asking?"

	His butt disappeared and Brad pushed the head of his cock against
the plastic. "Well if you can see this then you know it won't last forever
unless you get in here pretty soon."

	Damn, the boy was hard as a rock again and masturbating himself.

	"Hold on, I'm coming," I said.

	"That's supposed to be my line," Brad giggled. I flushed the toilet
and jumped in the shower. He clutched my waist and shoved his soapy
erection beneath my limp cock.

	"Is it clean now?" I asked.

	"You bet, can't you see all the soap?"

	"I'd better check closely," I said and slid to my knees.

	Brad grasped my head as I slid his cock in my mouth. His boyish
enthusiasm took over and he pumped his hips as I sucked him deep in my
throat. This time as I ran my fingers up the crack of his ass he opened his
legs and squatted a bit to give my finger access to his butt hole. I pushed
a soapy digit into him until my knuckle would allow me to go no further.

	As my finger brushed past his prostate Brad rose up on his toes and
gasped. I played my finger back and forth and Brad almost screamed with
pleasure. His fingers dug into my hair as he slammed his cock down my
throat. The stimulation drove him over the top in no time. He gasped and
moaned as I felt his cock head swell. His body shuddered as his spurts of
thin boyish cum splattered against the back of my throat. He groaned as my
finger withdrew.

	"Oh, Bob, what was that?"

	"I tickled your prostate gland. Feels pretty good doesn't it?"

	"Damn right, I never felt like that before. No wonder you like
getting fucked. I wish you could fuck me now."

	"Patience. You want to experience everything at once?" I
asked. Looking up at his face I already knew the answer to that one.

	"Yes, yes I do," Brad said. "But now I want to suck on you."

	He pushed me down on my back and knelt between my legs. With the
shower spraying down on us I felt his mouth go down on the head of my
cock. He could only handle half of it but he used his fingers for the rest
of my shaft. The swirl of his tongue worked magic as it ran up and down the
bottom of my shaft and tried to worm its way into the slit.

	Despite the occasional scrape of his teeth I felt he was doing a
great job on me. I felt him wiggle a finger against my butt hole and I
spread my legs to allow him access. His finger soon found my prostate and
he rubbed it as I moaned in ecstasy. I only hoped he was ready for what he
was creating as I felt my orgasm approaching.

	"Uh, uh," I gasped as I felt my surge begin. "I'm gonna cum," I
warned, but Brad only stroked harder on my shaft and tried to take in more
of my cock. I unloaded with a groan of pleasure and heard Brad snorting air
through his nose as I filled his throat with cum.

	His fingers milked the shaft of my cock for every last drop. I felt
him swallow several times before he took his mouth off my cock and smiled
up at me.

	"Damn, you almost got me that time," he said. "I didn't know you
could make so much."

	"You were wonderful," I said. "I think you have some experience
sucking cock, am I right?"

	Brad nodded in agreement. "I've done it a few times."

	We toweled off and sat on the end of the bed to dress. I suppose
the question was inevitable.

	"I'm not the first boy...am I?" Brad asked.

	"No, but you're the most special one I've ever met. I never talk
about the past, just as I would never tell anyone about what we share."

	Brad was quiet for a moment, and then he smiled. "If we keep doing
this it will only get better. So if I'm not the first boy...can I be your
last?"

	That was a shock, was he trying to get a commitment out of me? I'd
never thought of tying myself to just one, but he might just be the
exception. I slid and arm around his waist and pulled him in close.

	"I have to admit you've made an attractive offer, do you really
mean it?" I asked.

	"I think so; I have these feelings about you, Bob..."

	"Casey...my real name is Casey," I said. "If this is going to be
real then I have to be honest with you all the way. Bob Tanner is just a
figment of my imagination, something to keep me out of trouble."

	"Casey...I like that," Brad said. "By telling me that does it mean
you care about me?"

	"I care a whole lot, but I think you already know that. I've known
you a week, don't you think we ought to give it some more time before we
say it's anything else?"

	"I suppose, you take all the time you need. I've wanted a
relationship with a man for a while now; I can wait a while longer."

	"I'm not going to run away from this, Brad. I think we both need
something, and you're pretty damn special. I don't think this is just about
sex, I'm sure you want some emotional commitment too."

	Brad leaned up and kissed me, a warm and emotional touching of
lips. I was falling for him, he was already there. We finished dressing and
the boy rode home on his bike, we would have a Sunday to think about this
day.

	And think was all I did. What a turnabout this past week had
been. I had been looking for a boy and one had caught me instead. Brad...he
was all I could think about, and then someone knocked on my door.

	He walked in and smiled. "Sorry, I didn't get your phone number
before I left...I want you to see something."

	Brad and I sat on the couch and played the DVD he'd put in my
machine. The scene in these home movies opened with a baby sitting in a
high chair, a birthday party, his first because there was only one candle
on the cake. As expected little Brad stuck his hand in the icing and his
mother had to blow out the candle.

	Time progressed and Brad was starting school, he stood at the bus
stop with a man that could only be his father. I looked at the guy and saw
the attention he paid to his little boy; I felt the emotions begin to
overwhelm me.

	There were scenes on the farm, scenes at the fishing hole and
Brad's first catch. In each and every moment there was either one or the
other of his parents showing the boy all the love and affection he needed.

	I saw him with long hair and short, in serious and silly moods
depending on the activity. But what struck me most was that Brad had grown
up normal in a fully functioning family...and then something changed.

	I held my breath as I saw some still photos of Brad in a hospital
bed; he had to be about eleven. The scenes shifted to a gravesite, a
tombstone, no people...it was just a tribute to his father. Then Brad a
little older, very long hair, a somber expression and then he turned his
back on the camera. It ended there.

	Brad shut off the player with the remote and sat quietly.

	"You wanted me to see what life was like before the accident,
didn't you?" I asked. "I know what you're missing, Brad...I can only try to
give you some of that back, but it won't be all of it. I can never love you
like he did, but I will love you."

	I had tears on my face when I felt Brad put his arms around me, his
eyes came into view. My vision was blurred but his face was calm and
serious. He brushed his fingers across my cheeks and wiped away the
tears. I imagine his tears were long cried out; he was in control of his
emotions.

	"I don't want another father, Casey. I want someone to love and so
do you, but I want my life back and only you can give it to me." I kissed
him long and hard after that, he would have his way, I already knew that.

				 * * * * * *

	I finally met his mother the other day, Brad introduced me. I knew
it would be awkward because she knew...she knew everything. For the first
time in my life I had agreed with a boy and allowed Brad to tell his mother
that we were in love. And here we were standing at his middle school
graduation.

	"He has high school beginning in three months, are you going to be
around?" She asked me.

	"I'm not going anywhere, Bonnie, except maybe I'll transfer over to
the high school," I said.

	"Good move, he won't want you far away. So...dinner tomorrow
night?"

	"Yes, absolutely, I hear you're a great cook. Have you picked out
that camp site yet?" I asked.

	"I think Brad would like to be close to the theme park, he loves a
good roller coaster ride," She said, and then smiled. "Thanks, Casey."

	"What did I do?"

	"You kept our boy together, and that makes my life so much
easier. He needed a man in his life, I think he chose well. Having you
works for me as well, I get the male companionship without the
baggage. Being married once was enough; I can't go through that dating game
again. Looks like we all win."

      "We owe it all to him, Brad is an exceptional creature," I said.

      "He thinks the same of you, so when are we leaving?"

      "We both have to pack, you think Brad would mind if we left
tomorrow," I asked.

      "Wow, you move fast."

      "Yeah, it's an old habit," I said. "A habit I don't think I need
anymore."