Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2009 06:38:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend at BA's, Part 2 (Mb, anal)

 Weekend at BA's, Part 2
  by Jeff Spencer

This story involves descriptions of an encounter between a man and boy. Be
warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal for you.
It IS fiction.

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    * Blue Eyed Accident
    * Boy Beach
    * Chris and Terry's Neighborly Adventure
    * Clash of Cultures
    * Dream
    * Jeff Comes Out
    * Jiffee Lube
    * Justin's Story
    * Lick It or Ticket
    * Locker Room Lovers
    * Loving Ryan and Chris
    * Me and Bobby McKee
    * Meeting Timmy
    * Pleasure Island
    * Queer Factor
    * Tony and Me
    * Weekend at B.A.'s
    * Writer's Block
    * You and I at the Arcade
    * Your Dream
    * Pool Boy
    * Soccer Summer

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B.A. paused in his story, looking into my eyes for my reaction.

"Umm, then what happened?" I croaked, my mouth dry, and my crotch strangely
full.

B.A. laughed ruefully. "Well, I never got another chance with Bobby," he
said.

"B.A., man, you know I'm no prude-" I began, not really sure of what I was
going to say, not even sure if he was kidding, when he interrupted me.

"But, that's the most perverted story you ever heard in your life, right?"

"Umm, well, it's not for me to judge, but..." I mean, what do you say to a
story like that?

Hell, it WAS perverted, perverted as hell. Fucking a GUY, a guy who was a
kid....kissing the guy kid's ass hole...geez! Did that story leave anything
out? Maybe fucking a blue aardvark, but that's about it.

B.A. had been quite the practical joker in college. Was he putting me on?
If I said, "Yeah B.A., damn man, that was a hot fuckin' story!" would he
burst out laughing, and tell me that he was going to be sending a video of
me getting hot over a boy to our friends for laughs?

B.A. looked at me sadly. "Jeff, I can read you like a book, even now, after
all these years. Yeah, it was perverted, at least in most people's minds.
And my working hard and building a successful company was oppressing the
worker' in some other people's minds. I learned a long time ago that I had
to figure out what was right and true, all by myself, and not worry about
what other people thought."

"So, when I thought about what I did with Bobby, I knew it was only wrong
if it hurt Bobby - and it didn't. He and I are friends to this day, and
he's an up and coming professor at CU. He's doing well in his life, and he
mentions occasionally how that evening thrilled him, and let him know he
could be loved by someone other than just his family."

"Here's the reason I asked you here - I can see in your eyes that you
suspect there's something physically wrong with me, and you're right. I
have pancreatic cancer, and not much longer to live."

"B. A., I'm so sorry to hear that," I said, already feeling kind of
small. "Is there anything I can do?"

B. A. smiled.  It was a sad smile, just the same. "Yeah, man, there is.
You've met Sam, Dale, and Matthew, my sons. And they really ARE my sons. I
adopted them in Russia, and they're the sweetest loves of my life. And
before you ask - no, no, NO, I never had any kind of sex with them. It just
wasn't right by my lights to be their father, and to make love to them
too. But that doesn't mean I wasn't entirely open with them about my own
preferences, and about the choices they had in their lives. I kind of
suspect that they've started to experiment with each other."

He looked rueful. "I probably shouldn't have ever told them what nice
bodies they have. Along with the Bobby' story, they turned my Blue
Aardvark' initials into Boys Asses.'"

"Um, yeah, I heard that," I said.

He shook his head. "They're smart boys, alright. Look, I'm on my way out. I
don't have any relatives I can pass them off to. You're pretty much my last
hope - will you take them, and raise them - and if, by god, you do, and you
don't do the very best job of it you can, I will haunt your ass to
eternity..."

"Whoah, hold on, pardner, you want me to be a father to your boys? I dunno,
B.A., they're surely nice boys, (I didn't mention how nice Dale had been)
but I'm just a mid-level bureaucrat from a crappy Eastern city..."

"What you are, Jeff, is a guy I've known for a long, long time, who holds
to truth and integrity as his center pole - and I've never seen you waver
from that. I apologize, but I had a team of investigators vet you, just in
case you HAD changed since college - but you hadn't, you're still Dudley
Do-Right. Just the guy to raise Sam, Dale and Matt. Please."

I didn't really have to think about it much. I had no attachments, and
while it would be a hard stretch, I could manage three kids financially,
though I wouldn't be taking too many Caribbean vacations. B. A. was a Kappa
Rho brother, so there was no question for me.

"B. A., I guess if they can handle living in a Baltimore rowhouse, I can
handle seeing them through to adulthood," I said. "Let me know what I need
to do to make it happen."

B. A. looked at me incredulously. "Raise them in Baltimore, are you
insane?" he said, "You'll have to raise them here."

"B. A., I can't afford to move to Boulder...unless, maybe I can get a
transfer to the Denver Federal Building office, and maybe live in
Denver. But Boulder, I don't think so..."

"Dude, being a dad to these three is likely to be a full time job.  You
need to quit the federal government, man. Besides, with what I'm leaving
you, you won't need that Social Security job."

"Leaving me? B. A., I'll raise your boys, you don't need to pay me off," I
said, a little irritated. I take the Kappa Rho creed of brotherly love
seriously.

"No offense, Jeff, but these guys will eat you out of house and home
eventually. Plus, I'd like you to spend as much time as you can with them,
not in some office. Finally, what else am I going to do with everything?
It's hard to spend a billion dollars in the time I have left, and I can't
take it with me..." He grinned. Typical B. A.

I sat there stunned. A billion dollars?

"Well, actually $600 million is in trust, $200 million for each boy. You'll
have to scrape by on just $400 million until they each hit 21.  Can you do
it, my friend?" He grinned again.

"Um, I guess I could give it my best shot," I said. I was still in shock.

"Oh, and the house here is paid off, and the property taxes prepaid for the
next ten years. After they've grown up and left, you can sell it, stay in
it, whatever."

B. A. and I concluded our agreement, and he immediately hired me on as his
aide' until the final time came. We had some long conversations about the
past, and about the boys' futures, until we were both sure that I had his
vision for them, and would raise them as he would. It was a small price to
pay to help a brother. Meanwhile, I spent more and more time with the boys,
bonding with them. They came to calling me Uncle Jeff.

It was hard, three months later, when B. A. passed. No amount of
preparation can prepare you for the passing of a loved one, and the boys
were heart broken at losing the only father they'd ever really known. But
as the hackneyed expression goes, time heals all wounds.' And if it can't
really heal them, at least it makes them not hurt so much.

We settled down into a new/old routine at the Boulder house. I couldn't be
another B. A. to them, but I could be Uncle Jeff.' I encouraged them in
their endeavors, challenged them to try new things, and spoke frankly to
them about whatever I thought they needed to know. I grew comfortable with
the boys, and they with me. I don't imagine you'll be too surprised that
the subject of sex eventually came up.

"Hey Unca Jeff, do you remember how I introduced myself to you?" Dale said
nonchalantly, one night when we were watching TV. Sam and Jeff were up in
their bedrooms, reading, I imagined.

"Umm, you said, Hi, my name's Dale?' I replied, though there was no way I
would ever forget how he mooned me with his perfect butt.

"No." He paused. "You remember."

"Um, I don't think so," I said, hiding a grin. "Did we shake hands?"

"No! C'mon, you saw my..." Dale prompted coyly.

"Your...1958 Cadillac?" I said.

"What...no! I don't have cars. You saw my butt!! Don't you remember? I
wanted you to see it!"

"Why would you want me to see your bottom, Dale?" I replied softly.

"Because......because B. A. wouldn't let us show him our bodies
sometimes..."

"He wouldn't?" I asked, puzzled. "Like when?"

"Like when we get stiffies," Dale said. "Or if we were playing in the
bedroom, um, naked."

I recalled what B. A. had said about separating his interest in boys, from
his' boys. "How did you feel about that?" I asked.  "We were kinda sad,
because B. A. seemed kinda sad about it. We knew he loved us, and we
thought it would be okay for him to see us naked all the time, and we like
being naked. Can I show you my bum again?"

I had to decide the right course, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want
to see his cute butt again.  I'd jacked off enough times to the memory of
it. "Well, okay Dale, but no fooling around, okay?" I wasn't sure exactly
what I meant by no fooling around,' but I thought I'd better put up some
kind of warning beforehand.

"Sure," he said, smiling now. He slowly bent down to his Nikes, and unstuck
the velcro flap of one, then stood up and wriggled it off his foot. He then
reached down again, and, lifting his foot up off the floor, rolled his
white athletic sock off his foot, revealing his pale, small foot. Then he
did the same with the other foot. First the shoe, then, unhurriedly, the
sock.

Next came his blue knit, short sleeved shirt. He reached across himself and
pulled it up out of the waistband of his jeans, then up, over his head, his
flat stomach with its inny navel revealed first, then his smooth chest,
with his two, small boy nipples, erect and sticking out at least 1/16th of
an inch. He pulled it the rest of the way over his head, then off, his
long, perfectly coiffed hair now a random haystack of blond boy hair. He
grinned at me. "See my muscles?" he bragged, striking a pose.

"Uh, yeah," I said. "Have you been working out.....with the girls in your
class?" I asked, grinning. Dale frowned, then saw me smiling.

"VERY funny," he said, sticking his tongue out at me. He looked down at his
belt buckle, then hesitated, looking up at me. Now it was HIS turn to take
control. I think he knew how badly I wanted to see him take off his pants,
and he was going to make me ask. He waited.

"Umm, are you going to continue?" I asked.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, taking a chance, since he wanted to strip
for me as badly as I wanted him to.

"It might be nice," I replied noncommittally. God, I wanted to see his
little body prettily naked!

"Well, if you want it then," Dale muttered, deciding to declare himself
victor. He unbuckled his big western belt buckle, then unsnapped the top
copper rivet, followed by grasping the zipper with his thumb and
forefinger, slowly pulling the zipper down, his blue briefs inside pushing
out through the opening. It was obvious that he had a hard on.

He looked up at me, his eyes directly on mine, then sensuously shimmied the
jeans off his hips, from side to side, inexorably down his thighs, to pool
around his feet, exposing the swell in his light blue briefs, and his slim,
hairless thighs, perfect knees, and small calves. He daintily stepped out
of his jeans, then sauntered over to me, putting his hand on my arm.

"Would you help me pull down my underpants, Jeff?" He asked, coyly, his
face close to mine, his small pink tongue peeking out between his full, red
lips. I could feel my cock swelling as I looked into his sweet face.

"Yes," I croaked, too far gone now to turn back. "I'd like that." Dale
climbed into my lap, his 75 pounds hardly even a noticeable weight.

"I don't want to make you have to get up, Daddy," he said, using the title
Daddy' for the first time with me. As bold as he'd been when we first met,
and as bold as he was in bringing his need (and mine!) back up again, he
hid his face in my chest as he lay in my lap. "Go ahead," he whispered, his
voice muffled against my chest.

The stretch cotton of his cute, blue underpants was tented out from his
obvious erection, There was a small dark spot where his piss slit was
oozing its wondrous liquid onto the fabric, his excitement obvious. I slid
my left hand over his small bulge, as he brought his arms around my neck,
his face still hidden in my chest. His bulge was hot, and the cock hidden
there, while small, was as hard as steel, and throbbing. He sighed when I
touched him, even just through the thin fabric.

I brought my right hand to cup his two, small boy globes, again through the
fabric. His skin was so warm, and the hint of the furrow between those
globes gave me a tingle between my own legs, I thought that my rapidly
growing seven inches might be pressing into Dale's soft, slim hip.  Dale's
breathing was rapid, and shallow, his little bird heart beating fiercely in
his thin chest. I slid my hand inside the waistband of his briefs, his butt
cheek filling my hand nicely, the heat coming from his anal furrow near
molten.

"Yeah, please," Dale pleaded throatily, desire filling his voice, his body
starting to shake with need. I kissed the top of his head, his thick hair
damp with boy sweat. He smelled so fabulously good. I inhaled his fresh,
boy smell, my cock swelling even more. Dale giggled as he felt my cock
lifting him slightly. He wriggled in my lap a little, pressing harder into
my cock.

I continued squeezing his plump ass cheek, then the other.

The feel of a boy's sweet ass in your hand, the heat of his hole on your
fingertip, the smell of his fresh hole and boyish sweat there between the
cheeks, the taste of his salt along the tight line from lower back to ass
hole to bottom of nut sack, and the slick feel of his insides when your
tongue has deeply penetrated and filled his boy pussy - these are the
greatest things in life, to me, at least.....

My index finger probed the damp flesh between his ass globes, seeking out
the warmth, wetness and tightness of his hole. Dale sighed as he felt my
finger invade him for the first time. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh..." he cooed as my
finger slipped inside him to the first knuckle.  He adjusted himself to fit
me better inside him. I felt a wetness on my chest, and looked down to see
that he was drooling with pleasure, unable to control his mouth while
submerged in the pleasure emanating from his asshole.

Then I slid my left hand inside the front of his briefs, as Dale lifted
himself up to allow the fabric to slide down to mid thigh, now completely
exposing all of his boyish charms to my enchanted eyes. I immediately took
his uncut 3" cock between thumb and forefinger, the heel of my hand resting
on his hairless ball sack. His heat there was as intense as that inside his
boy hole, his rod radiating heat like Apollo's sceptre. Pulsing with desire
and excitement, thin, sticky fluid weeping abundantly now from his small
piss slit, so tiny and dark in such a fat dick head, red and swollen.

Dale looked up at me, his blue eyes shining, the blond hair hanging down
over those beautiful eyes, matted with sweat. I leaned down and kissed him
on his deeply red, soft and plump lips, my tongue slipping between them, to
meet and touch his shy tongue. He gave a loud groan, sound jetting into my
open mouth, as his small cock pulled back like a deck gun on a Civil War
frigate, hot pulses of boy sperm, thin and watery jetting instantly from
the same slit, across my lap to the black leather arm of the chair, slowly
running down it, a light colored fluid , glistening in the glow of the
ceiling light against the black upholstery of the chair. A burning thread
of his fluid dribbled onto my left hand, then cooled instantly.

At the same time, his tiny, intimate boy hole squeezed my finger in time
with the shots of boy cum now decorating our resting place. Three spurts,
then a fourth, his body tense, then relaxing as his orgasm swept over him,
and then slowly receded. Dale relaxed, slumped against me, close and warm,
our bodies melting together, his small cock becoming smaller between my
fingers, his tight hole relaxing as I eased my finger out. A small snore
escaped the boy, fast asleep in my lap.

I brought the index finger of my right hand to my nose, the rich smell of
boy ass rekindling instantaneously the memory of his first attempt at
seduction months ago. I sucked my finger, savoring his earthy, boy taste.
Then I brought my left hand to my mouth, licking the viscous dribble of cum
there, so much like the boy in my lap: small and sweet.