Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 21:44:20 +1100
From: michael hines <hines@pnc.com.au>
Subject: young blonde boy 17

This story has not caused any problems for anyone, as it is a part of my
imagination. Nothing written here occurred. If you have a problem with
teenage /man sex please leave. If this sort of thing is illegal in your
country then don't even bother to read this. You have been warned and I
take no responsibility for your problems. Leave now if you are under 18
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characters in this story are not practising safe sex and you should not
imitate their behaviour. Be safe and take care.


                                                Young Blonde Boy 17

My emails were full of hatred. I had supported a war that many people did
not want. My friends were savage and attacked me. I had reported the news
and views of the major players. My company liked what I said but my
audience was very unhappy. I had talked with the President of the USA and
now placed his views over my radio programme and the rest of the World's
TV.

Kevin and I had driven back to the hotel after dinner with my boss. It was
a great night; Kevin was a hit with the big man. I could tell he applauded
my choice and told both of us how lucky we were to be happy and relaxed
with each other.  I was on a high and cuddled my boy on the lavish back
seat of the limo as it took us to our hotel. We swam with each other,
loving and caring. His eyes made love to me as our bodies crushed each
other.

Our room was high above the sidewalk, affording Kevin a remarkable view of
the skyscrapers, lights and gloss of this wonderful City. He pushed his
nose against the large window and took in the magic of New York at night.

I powered my laptop to read emails and check the reception of my
interview. MSN had my name and details of the chat in the news. My face
fell, as I comprehended the flat and bad reaction I made with the
Australian listeners and TV viewers. Worse still, my emails were full of
hate. I had fucked the whole thing up I thought. I kept clicking mail open,
it was all the same. Never ever had I been so abused? Gone was the pleasure
of the night. I was being reduced to a rat-bag, second-hand shit! My mouse
scrolled down; I read words of murderer, traitor, Bush lover, dick-head,
loser. I stopped and sat heavily on the chair and mustered a big "Fuck'
I've stuffed it up!!!

Kevin saw my sadness and anger and climbed onto my lap.

"You aren't happy dad. What has happened?" He asked.

"My readers and listeners weren't happy with the interview." I
explained. "I've taken sides they think and don't like it."

"You were equal with both men. I heard what you said and I saw your face
register your distaste for some of the comments."

"Yes, that didn't work with my Australian audience. They wanted me to
denounce the War and certainly not hear Bush give his reasons for it."

"But he was good and fair."

"I know, and I hoped that what I said and my questions would clear up some
of the problems. That didn't happen. Look at these emails."

Kevin started to read my mail. It was hate, hate, hate. I felt that I had
started the bloody war!!

I closed down my computer and carried my lovely boy to bed. We were
exhausted, he trying to understand me, me wanting to lie against him. I
stripped his body of clothes and did the same to mine.  We both sank naked
under the sheets. Kevin was aware of my mood and settled his young body
into my curves. His flesh felt so good melting into mine. I loved the smell
of his boy-sweat and the slightly moist skin of Kevin's body.

Adonis's breathing slowed as sleep overtook him. I was awake thinking about
the interview.  I had been 'had' I realised. My boss wanted me to interview
those people and he had his own agenda. My opinions didn't matter. He had
violated my freedom and loaded the bases by producing the President. I
needed to hear the questions and answers again I realised. My audience
needed to be reclaimed.

To hell with the rotten Media Company! I can shift to another; I had some
offers recently. Yeah, why not? My life wasn't his!!! I can do what I
bloody well like! Tell him to bugger off! My head spun with ideas.

I will get a microphone and surprise my Sydney audience. They didn't expect
me back for some time. I will cut through the programme taken by some one
else while I was away and state my point of view. That will get me the sack
I figured. Let's see how that pans out in radio-land.

Some phone calls tomorrow and lots of emails should line up some changes I
thought.

Kevin's shallow breathing and teen-boy flesh called a halt to my rage. My
hatred lessened as I fell asleep with my Adonis pressed against every
sensitive nerve that pulsed through me. I tightened my hold on his body as
my senses relaxed, sending me to the land of nod.

Hours later we woke. We wriggled and looked at each other. I wanted to fuck
Kevin but my urges changed as he spread his arms over me, sighing and
rubbing my back. His body was sweaty and so sexy. I just wanted to love him
by cuddling and holding his body. He responded and held me tight shooting
hot cum all over me. Kevin was swimming my body with his spunk. I was hard
and couldn't hold back, my cock shot over him. We were drenched in love
juice. No fucking, just body against body loving each other. I looked at
Kevin and smiled. He did the same and told me how much he loved me.

I got teary and so did he. We both swam in each other's cum and wept. I was
closer to Kevin than ever, he was the same with me.

" Dad it doesn't matter what they think, you were good and I like what you
did."

"I tried not to make my thoughts open to the World Kevin. I think that has
happened. My boss set me up. The War is going to happen, I hate the
thought. Imagine you being called up to fight an enemy. You would to do so
over my dead body."

"You love me that much?"

"Yes!" I replied sliding over my boy's cummy torso.

"War is bad and horrible. I don't want to see anybody killed for the sake
of some destruction of a bad regime."

We slept some more and finally rose. The cum and sweat pulled against our
skin. It was slimy and so good.

"Let's shower and enjoy New York."

 Naturally we showered together; this was our routine. My life and Kevin's
were linking closer as we found ourselves living as one. I couldn't imagine
a shower without Kevin or a morning without us both sorting out
clothes. Checking what we were wearing, talking about the day and planning
a lovely sexy time when we both could relax and when I could fuck him as he
wished, deep and hard, for a long time.

This morning was no exception. Kevin sort through my clothes and laid out
my rather lazy gear that I had bought at D.J.'s in Sydney. He produced his
identical set. After dressing we studied each other in the large mirror. I
looked like an older twin to my boy.

Kevin's face was glowing and his lovely blonde fringe hung over his
sparkling eyes. I rode my eyes down his body. Kevin was more than a 10
now. He was so fucking gorgeous. I loved his bulge sitting below his belt
and the lanky legs that clung to light pants. His slender waist just held
his pants against him. I knew they would fall to his butt as fashion
dictated they must be much lower. Kevin wriggled and gained the effect
needed to be a boy in 2003. I turned him round and whistled as his arse
crept up the belt-line and exposed the top of his butt and a bit of the
crack that I loved fucking.

No good telling Kevin to pull his pants up, I knew. He had taken this
fashion to heart and let his body 'hang-out'.

Adonis looked at me and laughed.

"Show a bit of bum man. Let your pants down a bit. I want to see your crack
as you can see mine"

"Hey Kev, I'm much older, I have to keep my butt hidden. You might want it
if you could see it."

"I want you to see mine and fuck it! I want your big cock in me now!"

"Let's get onto the streets and do New York. Love you my gorgeous boy."

"Love you too, more than I realised. You have cloned me. I don't want to be
away from you for a single minute. You and I have shared so much. I've
never been so happy."

"Get that beautiful butt out the door and let's have fun."

We played and patted butts. Kevin tugged his pants and fixed his hard cock
as we both tried to leave the room. I squashed Kevin; he did the same to
me. Our lips met and crushed as we pushed each other into the hallway.

I locked the door and propelled my boy to the elevator. The telephone rang
as we moved. Its ring was loud and urgent. I shrugged and let it
ring. Kevin laughed and patted my bum.

"Let's go and have fun. Forget the phone and the World. I'm hungry and want
to spend the day with my dad. I love you so much."

"I'll have fun with your hot butt. It's showing over your droopy
pants. Your cock-head is pushing over your undies!" I told Kevin.

"Yea, that's the way these pull-ons are worn now days."

"Your cock is exposed."

"Yea only for you. You might like to suck me in the elevator."

"I want your arse. I love your cock and want you."

"It's yours whenever you want."

I'm going to buy you a new outfit at Macys. Skin tight and firm! Enough of
loose pants."

We pressed the elevator button and waited. The phone kept ringing in the
room.  I hoped it wasn't my boss because I was ready to piss him off. The
only guy who knew where we were was my porn mate. He wanted my boy to fuck
his kids. He wanted to send pics of Kevin sitting on their cocks, around
the World. He was going to pay heaps for a spunky Aussie boy. I was not
sure any more. Kevin was so handsome and sexy that I didn't feel that I
wanted men and boys to view his body over the Web. Shit I had lost my
commercial gain. I wanted Kevin with me, not sharing, just with me.

The elevator doors opened. We walked in and pressed ground.  Kevin's cock
fell over his lowered pants. It was leaking and so bloody hard. I knelt
before his treasure and sucked his juice as the lift descended. Kevin's cum
washed my throat as the doors opened to the lobby.  We adjusted pants and I
swallowed fast, walking the few steps to the main door, fleeing the Hotel.

Kevin's spunk salted my mouth as we walked. I was ready to show him New
York.

To be continued.