Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2007 16:13:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Syd <longforeskin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Westy chapter 1

Note: This story is fiction, and it contains consensual sexual acts
between adult males and minor boys. If reading this kind of story
offends you, you should find something else to read. Any comments,
complaints or suggestions can be sent to the author at
longforeskin2001@yahoo.com. Be sure to include something identifiable
in the `subject' box, `cause if it's blank, I don't open it!     ~Mike
Miller~



Chapter 1


"Hey, Mister! Quick, ya got a place I can hide, where my brother can't
find me?"

That hushed request came from behind me as I was on my knees, pulling
a few weeds from the flowerbed on the south side of my mobile home.
Bare chested, I was wearing just a pair of shorts and some old shoes.

I looked up to find a young boy making his way toward me, crouched
down while seemingly trying to make his small frame even smaller and
inconspicuous. I figured him to be part of the new family moving in
several lots down the greenbelt.

"Playing tag, are you?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Can ya hide me someplace fast? Can ya, huh?" he
pleaded.

"Sure, and no one'll find you, if you don't want them to. But it's got
to be a secret. You can't tell anyone, not anyone, OK? Promise?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I promise! Cross my heart!" he said. "Where?" With
that assurance I took him by the hand and quickly led him several
steps to the southwest corner of my lot. There a 6-foot high privacy
fence extended some 15 feet along my unit then turning the corner and
running another 10 feet before butting up against my fenced in back
yard. I held the pliable shoots of a bush aside for him. "Slide you
little butt inside here, Squirt. There's a clear space where you can
hide by the bathroom window, but you have to be very, very quiet."

With just a quietly breathed "Hey, I ain't no squirt" as well as a
"Thanks," he disappeared behind the bush, and I quickly went back to
my weeding. Within moments a slightly taller boy came into view
several units down. He began looking behind the shrubs on the
greenbelt and around the corners of the other mobile homes. As he got
closer I could hear him softly mumbling, "I'll find ya, Westy. I'll
find ya. Yer never any good at hide-an-seek, little brother, so ya
might as well give up NOW!" he emphasized as he looked behind a
particularly large bush, fully expecting to find his well-hidden
sibling. But no luck, `cause little Westy was better hidden than that!

Not finding his little brother, the kid looked around then came
walking quickly up to me. "Have ya seen a little kid hiding around
here any place?" he asked. "He doesn't usually hide very well, but
this time."

"And who might you be?" I asked, loud enough for Westy to overhear me.
I ignored the brother's question, and asked, "Are you playing some
kind of tag?"

"Yeah," he said in answer to my last question. Then, "I'm Monty, and
Westy's my little brother. He usually doesn't hide so well, but this
time, I don't know."

"Well, you might want to go on down past my place and look between
this house and the next one. There are a lots of good hiding places
around there."

And with that bit of misdirection, Monty took off at a run! When he
disappeared around the corner of the house, I pulled the bush aside &
saw Westy, a big grin on his face. He was huddled down by the bathroom
window.

"This is a really cool hiding place!" he informed me.

"Yeah, it is. And you can come in here anytime you like, but you must
remember, it's OUR secret, OK? Just you and I! And you have to sneak
in here only when no one else is watching you, `cause if someone else
finds out about it, it won't be a secret anymore, and I don't
particularly want others using it. Another time, after you get all
moved in, if you like, you can come by a play with my two little dogs.
I'm sure they'd like that a lot. By the way, my name's Mike OK,
Westy?"

OK..Mike..and thanks for the hiding place!"

"Not a problem. Now you'd better get out of here while no one's
looking and get back safely back your home base before your brother
sees you and tags you! Good luck!" And with that, the little kid was
off and running.

Later that day I went over to the unit that was being newly occupied.
A couple of men were hauling furniture out of a moving van and into
the mobile home. Then I spotted Westy & his brother Monty standing
near a woman who appeared to be in her late twenties or early
thirties. Sure enough, when Westy saw me he ran over and grabbed me by
the hand. "I want ya to come meet my mom," he said, pulling me toward
the woman. "Mom, mom! This is the man I was telling ya about and his
name's Mike and lives a couple of houses over and has two little dogs
and said I could go by sometime and play with `em."

 Looking a bit frazzled, the woman was all apologies. "Weston, don't
pull on the man! I'm really sorry if my son's been bothering you, but
he's a very out-going handful! Sorry! I'm Judy, by the way, and this
is my other son, Montgomery."

"It's Monty, Mom. Ma name's Monty!" the boy said with determination.

"It's nice to meet you, Judy.Monty" I replied, acknowledging the kid's
preferred name. "And, Westy's no problem. Not shy, and not a problem,
really. I hope you get settled in with no major problems. And I
already met Monty," I said, turning my attention to him. But, when I
asked if he managed to find his younger brother and tag him, Monty
shook his head.

"No," he said, "and he's not telling me where he was hiding, either!"
Westy just smiled a big grin and kept his mouth shut!

"Well, there're quite a few good hiding places around the park, and
you'll eventually find some of them yourself, I expect," I told Monty.
Then back to his mom. "Guess I'd better get back to my place and leave
you to your moving. I see you have plenty of help moving things in,
but if there's anything else that I can help you with, just let me
know. And just so you know, everyone in the park is pretty friendly.
Not noisy, just easy to make friends with."

I started to walk away, then stopped and turned again to face her. "If
you like, Westy and Monty could come over to my place for an hour or
two. I could keep them occupied and out of the way for you while you
and your husband get things a little more organized here."

"My husband is out of the picture. It's just the three of us. And, I
wouldn't want to put you out, and they really are a handful."

"They wouldn't be a problem, I'm sure. I can find enough to keep them
occupied, what with my two little dogs, some video games and a DVD or
two that they might enjoy. What do you say, boys? You want to come by
my place for a couple of hours?"

Westy was immediately willing and Monty was close behind. "Yeah, yeah!
Mom, can we, huh? Please!"

"Well, as long as it's not an inconvenience, but if you give Mike any
grief at all, he's to send you right back over here, understood!"

"They'll be great, Judy, I'm sure they will. Come on, boys. Let's
leave your mom to her work!"

`Thanks, Mike. You're a lifesaver!"

"Not a problem, really, I told her," and with that, I headed back to
my place with the two boys. As soon as my two miniature schnauzers met
us at the door, they bonded with the boys immediately. Then when I
gave the boys a couple of peanut butter dog biscuits to give the dogs,
the friendship between boys and dogs was sealed.

"Well, Westy and Monty, these two fellas are Giacomo, who's the
oldest, and Valentino, the younger one. They're my special buddies,
and I guess if the four of you become buddies, then you'll all be
special in my book. How `bout that!"

"I like that," the two boys chimed in together, while at the same time
reaching around my upper legs to give me a quick hug before kneeling
down to play with the dogs again.

 "Hold on, hold on. Let me show you those parts of the house that you
can play in, OK? And the bathroom, of course, just in case you need
to.." And with that I showed them the kitchen [and the sodas in the
frig], followed by the living room [with the TV, video and DVD
player], the spare bedroom and the hall bathroom. "Any of these room
you can plan in by yourselves or with the dogs, but for now the rest
of the house if off limits to all four of you fellas! Oh, yeah, and
you can play in the back yard if you like, but not in the garage. And
finally, don't leave the door or gate open `cause I don't want the
dogs to get loose."

For a while the boys played with the dogs in the house, before
eventually settling down on the sofa to watch a movie with me, Westy
and Valentino in my left and the other two on the right. It took
little time for the dogs to fall off to sleep, but the eventually did,
while the boys and I watched the movie. Monty rested his head on my
thigh, while draping his right arm over my bare lower thigh, the palm
of his hand against my hairy thigh. He had his right leg up, and the
palm of my hand was cupping his small butt when he fell asleep.

To my left, Westy sat right next to me and had his right arm rested
along my shorts, his fingers playing gently with the hair on my bare
leg. With those two hands so close to my crotch, my cock woke up and
began snaking its way down my leg. Apparently Westy was fully aware of
what was happening, because he raised his arm slightly allowing my
hardening cock to move alongside his arm, before he squeezed my cock
with his arm.

He continued to squeeze his arm against it slightly each time my cock
throbbed and hardened. Soon the slick head of my cock could be seen
poking out from the bottom of my shorts. Westy slowly moved his hand
to the exposed end of my hardening cock and ever so slowly latched
onto it!

By now Monty was also awake, and he slid his hand into the leg of my
shorts and started playing with my balls. Just then my cuckoo clock
sounded 5:00, and brought me out of the trance I'd been in! " Hey you
two horn-dogs, we can't be doing this right now, or I'll be making a
big mess all over everything, including the two of you! Besides, it's
time for you both to be heading home. Maybe the next time you come
over we can.do something else, OK?"

They turned their heads toward me, smiled. "OK, I'd like that," said
Westy.

"Me, too," chimed in Monty. "Maybe tomorrow!"

"Maybe so," I replied, and as I stood them both up and took a close
look at them, I realized their own cocks were both hard and tenting
their shorts. I placed a hand over each of their shorts and felt their
very, very hard cocks. "You're both hard and horny young men," I said
quietly. "You know that?"

While Monty just smiled, his brother leaned over and whispered, "Yeah,
we know. And you're kinda hard and horny, too!"


To be continued...