Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 21:54:35 -0500
From: Dick Hertz <noonto1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alarming James 3

	The next Saturday, James showed up at my house early.  I guess he was just
eager to get to work.  Or something like that!  I had been thinking of him
all week and he looked even more delicious in person that I had fantasized
in my masturbation sessions in the week since I had seen him.  He was little
guy, but really had that spark of life in him.

	We started on our half hour ride to the job site which was a million dollar
house in the next state.  James told me about his progress in school and how
he got his technician's certification in wiring, but he was still a year
behind in his academic work.  His teacher had told me that James had made a
real turn around in his attitude and was now applying himself and working to
make up lost time.  I found him every bit as personable and likable as I did
the first time I met him.

	During a lull in the conversation I asked him if he had thought about what
happened last Saturday and if he had any regrets.

	"At first, I couldn't believe that it had happened." he said.  "Not that I
thought I had done something bad or anything.  I mean, we all hear stuff
about queers and fags, but I didn't feel like that.  I know I'm not a queer,
but I sure did like what we did.  I guess I just like sex!  I didn't know
how good it could be until you showed me.  You don't think I'm a fag, do
you?"

	"No James, I'm not going to put any labels on you." I said.  I've never
thought of myself that way either.  I like sex with women, too.  It's just
that I know what a man wants because I am a man.  I think I can give a guy
what I would expect myself.  Very few women can give great blow jobs, but I
do like what they have between their legs!"

	"I'm glad you said that.  Are we going to have a chance to do, you know,
anything, today?" he asked.

	"Yeah, plenty." I said.  "We are going to wire the east wing and run wires
up to the attic from the basement for the sirens and keypads.  Is that what
you're talking about?"

	"I know we're going to work, but are we going to be able to do
anything....?" he asked again.

	"Anything sexual, you mean, James?" I asked, teasing him into saying the
words that were on his mind.

	"OK, yeah, anything sexual!" he exclaimed.  "There, you made me say it!"

	"Well, I don't know," I said, "the homeowner and his wife and two daughters
are supposed to be leaving for a skiing trip and his father-in-law will be
watching the house.  I don't know if they are leaving this morning or this
afternoon.  Why, are you that anxious to get something going?"

	"Kind of." he replied.  "See, I jacked off after I got home last Saturday
and the twice on Sunday and three times on Monday, thinking about what
happened.  Then I thought it would be better if I didn't do it so much and
saved it for today.  I haven't spanked the monkey since Monday.  I don't
think I've ever gone so long since I discovered how to masturbate!  Please
tell me we're going to have a chance to do it today!"

	"I honestly can't tell you." I said.  "I can't risk being caught in a
customer's house having sex with an eighteen year old boy!  How would that
look?  We'll just have to play it by ear.  Hang in there, James, I won't
leave you high and dry, if you catch my drift!"

	While I was still driving, I let my hand wander over to the front of his
jeans.  I felt a hard lump there straining at the fabric.

	"Wow, I can't believe you are hard already!  Are you going to be that way
all day?" I asked.

	"Honest, I wasn't hard until I saw your hand coming over this way," he
stammered, " and then, by the time it hit my pants I was hard as a rock!."

	"We're going to have to do something to keep your mind off this thing for a
while.  I think I've created a monster!" I said as I gave his dick a gentle
squeeze.  He groaned and squirmed in the seat.

	When we got to the house, we unloaded our tools and wire and headed for the
basement.  I greeted the homeowner and told them we had a full day's work
ahead of us.  He said they would be leaving about noon and his father-in-law
would come by about six to make sure the place was locked up.  I didn't tell
James about this; I wanted to string him along for a little longer.  We
started working around the perimeter of the house and I was able to teach
James how to make a proper splice and how to drill through the floors and
into window cavities for window contacts.  He picked it up fast and we were
soon in a production rhythm, going from window to window installing
contacts.

	Before I knew it, the homeowner was calling to me.  I came out of the
basement to see him while James continued to work on the wiring.  I saw all
of their ski equipment and bags being brought out and loaded into their van.
  It was about 11:35 am.  He could see that I was sweaty and dusty from the
basement work.

	"We'll be heading out now and you guys will have the run of the house.  My
wife left a couple of sandwiches and sodas for you in the fridge and there
are chips on the counter.  If you need to shower and clean up, just make
yourselves at home." he said.  "My father-in-law will be by to close the
place up, but he said he can't make it until at least seven.  You can just
shut the doors and turn off the lights when you leave."

	"I'll leave a note on the counter about our progress and when we'll be back
to finish up." I said.  "Thanks for lunch and we'll try to leave the place
as clean as we found it.  Have a great trip!"  He must have noticed how
sweaty and dirty we were from working in the basement.

	As he left the driveway I headed back down the stairs to the basement.

	"Hey, how about knocking off for lunch, James?" I asked, "They left some
sandwiches and stuff for us.  Come on upstairs and wash up."

	"Yeah, I was getting a little hungry," he said, "I didn't realize how late
it was."

	He put down the stapler and took the tool belt off.  Once again I got a
glimpse of his stomach when he flipped his shirt up to clear the belt.  I
couldn't see the boxers this time; I wondered why.

	I led the way up to the first floor. Past the kitchen and to the base of
the stairs to the second floor.

	"Aren't we going to eat?", he asked as we passed the kitchen.

	"I think we need to clean up a bit first, don't you?", I asked.  "Look at
yourself.  You're a sweaty mess! Follow me."

	We climbed the stairs to the master suite and I went in through the sitting
room, through the bedroom, and to the bathroom.  It was a huge room with
marble floors and counter tops.  The cabinets looked more like furniture
than cabinets.  On the left was a huge glassed in shower with multiple
shower heads and straight ahead under the window was a Jacuzzi tub.  James
was following me with his mouth open, saying "Wow!", over and over.

	"Well, which will it be, shower or Jacuzzi?", I asked as I started to take
off my shirt.

	"Uh, I, uh, the shower, I guess.", he finally spit out and he started to
take his shirt off, too.

	"James, you seem like you're in a trance.  Can I help you with that?", I
asked.  Without waiting for an answer, I stepped over to where he was and
pulled his T shirt over his head.  The beauty of his youthful chest just
about bowled me over, but I maintained my composure.  There wasn't a hair in
sight until right down near his belly button.  He was smooth and well
defined, though maybe a little on the thin side.

	"Are you crazy?", James blurted out, "What if someone comes home?

	"No one is coming for hours.  I got the word from the owner.  Besides," I
said, "I have enough of the system up and running that we'll be alerted if
the doors open.  Just relax and enjoy yourself."

	"OK, I think I can do that.", he said as I reached for his buckle and undid
his zipper.  I was surprised to see he had briefs on instead of boxers!
They looked so hot and so white as I let his pants drop to the floor.

	"Why the jockey shorts, James?", I asked.  They looked marvelous on his
frame and accentuated his package so well.  I could tell it was growing
quickly.

	"I got to thinking about what you said last time about how they made you
get a boner all the time and I just couldn't stop getting a boner when I
wore them!  I had to go out and buy tightey whiteys.", he said and we both
laughed.  Oh, the power of suggestion.

	He stepped out of his pants, underwear, socks and shoes in one fell swoop
and was left standing there in just his jockeys.

	"You are way behind me, Boss," he noted, "looks like you could use some
help."  He busied himself with undoing my belt and buttons and zippers and
such and soon I was in the same state he was.  Just the two of us, and
eighteen year kid and a fifty-five year old man, facing each other with
nothing on but tented out white jockey shorts.  I grabbed his shoulders and
pulled him to me until our chests and our crotches met.  Then our lips met,
tentatively and softly at first.  Then I circled his lips with my tongue and
pressed between them.  There was little resistance and he kissed me back as
our tongues met and danced together.  I have to say, I have never been big
on kissing, but this was wonderful.  Our dicks met, too, and pressed into
each other.

	I finally broke it off and headed to the glass shower to get the water
turned on.  I dropped my jockeys and so did James.  We stepped into the
shower and resumed our embrace, face to face.  There were at least eight
shower heads hitting us from every conceivable angle and the place was
steaming up quickly.  I grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash my young
partner's back.  He melted into me and I worked lower until I had my hands
full of his ass cheeks.  I massaged them and lathered them good and ran my
fingers up the crack to lightly brush his anus.  I felt him jump a little
and press harder into me, cock on cock.  I turned him around and lathered up
his chest and stomach.  He pressed back into me until my cock was lying
between his cheeks like a hot dog on a bun.  I couldn't help but to slowly
hump his little ass while lathering lower and lower on the front of his
body.  I felt his navel and circled it with my fingers full of soap and then
proceeded south.  I reached down and scooped up his balls and lathered them
up good, trying not to touch his dick just yet.  I could see from his
reflection in the glass that His dick was hard as a rock and sticking
straight up toward the ceiling.

	I sat on the tiled ledge that protruded from the wall on two sides of the
shower.  That put me within inches of his freshly cleaned crack.  I spread
his cheeks with my thumbs and saw a pink rose winking back at me.  My tongue
dove in between those cheeks and bathed his crack right down to his hole.  I
drew circles around it with my tongue and then ran my tongue flat up and
down over it.  James was moaning and pushing back on my face.

	Quickly, he turned around and presented me with his hard dick.  "You've
just got to suck me off!", he said in a raspy voice, "I can't wait any
longer, please!"  He put his hands on my wet head and guided me to his
crotch.  I wasted no time in getting to the root of his problem and to the
root of his dick.  I sunk my mouth clear down to his sparse pubic hairs and
swirled my tongue around while twisting my head from side to side.  I had
all but his balls in my mouth and throat and he was going wild!

	"Please put your finger up my ass!", he rasped.  So, I obliged.  In fact,
since he was already so wet, I slid two up there fairly easily.  He yelped
once and clamped down but soon relaxed enough to feel comfortable.  I could
feel his prostate and brushed it with my finger.  I pulled back to the head
of his cock and descended again about four more times until I heard him say,
"Oh, Oh, Uh, it's close...it's coming!   Mmm!  Here it comes!"

	He unleashed a torrent of cum in about six spurts that I was hard pressed
to keep up with.  His boy cum was so copious and light and delicious I
didn't want it to end.  He eventually came down off his toes and sank down
to the bench beside me.  He put his head on my shoulder.

	"That was so awesome! I'm glad I saved it up this week.", he said.

	"I am, too.", I said.  "That was quite an impressive load you shot, young
man!  Tell me does it bother you to be with me?  I mean, I'm an old fart
compared to you and I'm sure you have a lot of friends the same age you are
that you would rather be with."

	"No, it doesn't bother me.  You actually seem more of a friend than they
do.  You are the first person to really take and interest in me and treat me
like an equal.", he said.  "I'm not uncomfortable at all with you."  He
turned his head up to mine and kissed me.  "Can I do you now?  How do you
want me to do it?", he asked.

	"Just kneel there between my legs." I said.  The water was still hitting us
from all angles, but I reached over and diverted them away from my lap.
James didn't hesitate to wrap his lips around my cock head and slowly began
sucking me into and out of his mouth.  I was so worked up by blowing him
that I felt my cum boiling in just a few minutes.  I leaned back and let him
work.

	"I'm going to blow!", I yelled and he picked up the pace until the first
shot hit the back of his throat.  Then he took my cock out of his mouth and
ran his hand up and down my shaft as I shot all over his face and his open
mouth.  The last few dribbles ran down his hand and he brought it up to his
face to lick them off.

	"I just wanted to see you shoot.  Is that all right?", he asked.

	"More than all right!  That was great!", I said.  That was about all I
could get out.  We stood up, rinsed the last of the cum off our bodies and
stepped out of the shower.  I shut the shower off and threw James a towel
and got one for myself.  I just got my hair and my face halfway dried off,
when I heard his voice.

	"Wanna try the jacuzzi now, Boss?", he said with a grin from ear to ear.

	"Sure, why not?", I answered.  I love my job, I thought to myself.