Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2011 17:48:09 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Littlest Mobster

			   THE LITTLEST MOBSTER
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     When Little Jake called Marbley and me into his office, I was nervous
but not unnecessarily so. I had done nothing to arouse Little Jake's ire,
but one never knows when an enemy will fabricate something that your boss
is inclined to believe, and when that happens, he may take actions that
will involve you getting more than a little acquainted with wings and a
harp, if you see what I mean. But if he had, he wouldn't have done it by
calling us into his office; he would have called us to some distant
location with no visible connection to him, and there to have one of his
associates introduce us to St. Peter. Still, a meeting with a man in Little
Jake's line of work in this year of 1935 could make anyone nervous, as I'm
sure you will agree.
     "Come in, come in, Slick James, Marbley." he called as we opened the
door. "Sit and make yourself comfortable." Little Jake was looking pretty
comfortable himself. His nickname is what you would call a misnomer, he was
anything but little, and that by a considerable margin. His chair he'd had
specially made, and it was nearly twice as wide as a usual desk chair would
have been, even so, he flowed over the edges. The stand it was perched on
made me wonder how much longer it would withstand his bulk before it
collapsed, sending him down to the floor in an undignified heap. I just
prayed it didn't do so while I was nearby, he might decide to take out his
anger with the chair on nearby employees such as myself.
     We sat down and he regarded us with a care that made me nervous all
over again. I broke it by saying, "What can we do for you, Little Jake?"
     "It's about Littlest Jake." Little Jake meant his son and the apple of
his eye. His wife (and yes, the thought of that tiny woman in bed with him
made me puzzle about the mechanics of their son's beginnings more than a
little, other than I knew she used to be a stage acrobat and very nimble
and agile) and he had managed to carry on his line in the form of a boy
child.  I knew nothing else about Little Jake's son and had never seen him,
not at all unusual in our line of work.
     "And what about him, if I may ask?" Marbley saved me the problem of
asking, as Little Jake had gone quiet.
     "Without going into personal matters, it is now necessary for me and
my wife to spend a couple of weeks on what is to be a second honeymoon. I
wish I could say this is a happy occasion for me, but it is not, but that
is not part of the problem I am now wishing on you. The problem is Littlest
Jake and he is what I must call more than a handful. Being my sole son and
heir, he is what you would call a spoiled brat, and I call him that myself,
who am his father. Being that he is such, I find that all the normal
facilities upon which I would call upon in such an occasion are either
unable or unwilling or both to take him for such an extended period. Given
that my wife is adamant that we go on this vacation together and right
away, I am forced to look to my own men to provide the requisite care for
him for this period. My son has been out of diapers for several years now,
after all, and is now on summer vacation, so you only need to see that he
has food to eat, clean clothes to wear, and that he eats and wears them in
proper order. That's all I'm asking of you, other than keeping him out of
trouble."
     I knew Little Jake well enough to know that he'd tried to slip the
roughest part of the job past us. "And how much trouble can he get into, if
I may ask?"
     "You have my permission to do whatever it takes to keep him out of
it," Little Jake said instead of answering, "so long as you don't hurt him,
that is."
     "Are we allowed to turn this job down?" Marbley asked.
     Little Jake looked at him not very kindly. "I have chosen you two
because you two possess what I can only call finesse." He said at last. "I
am asking you to use that finesse to handle Littlest Jake for two weeks. Is
that so much, I ask you?"
     "We'll do it." I said quickly. "Where and when are we to start this
assignment?"
     "Right now. Take him back to the Flats with you." Little Jake was
talking about the Flatiron Hotel, a place that was totally owned by him and
thus a place very friendly to the special needs of clientele such as
ourselves. While we stayed there, we could count on free room and board,
given we were on Little Jake's job. Their restaurant was four-star with a
fully stocked wine cellar, and with a blank check, I intended to enjoy
myself.
     "Jake, Jr., get yourself out here!" Little Jake called.
     "Don't want to!" came the small yell in return.
     "Get out here, now, and bring your bags with you!"
     "Go stuff yourself!"
     I was careful not to laugh, much as I wanted to.
     "Get out here or I'm coming in and you know what'll happen then!"
     "Won't!"
     I felt it was time to get involved. "Your father wants to introduce
you to us!" I called out.
     "Who are you?"
     "They call me Slick James. My pal is Marbley."
     That brought the kid out, all right. He was that age and size where
it's hard to tell his age unless you know kids really well, which I didn't,
with a fairly skinny body that reminded me of the one time I had seen his
mother. He took after her, in body build if nothing else. And like her, he
was quite pretty, though with a face that promised to take on masculine
overtones when he hit puberty. He wore dark shorts and open jacket over a
white shirt and a cap like a schoolboy of a hoity-toity school might
wear. He stood there haughty and proud, carrying two suitcases that
couldn't have held much more than a few toys or clothes.
     "Jake, Jr., you're going to be spending the next two weeks with these
guys at the Flatiron Hotel while your mother and I are away." Little Jake
said. "You're to do what they tell you and keep out of trouble, you hear
me? You break anything while you're there, I'll take it out of your
spending money."
     "Hah!" was Littlest Jake's only comment on that, but he didn't say
more and Little Jake ignored the sound.
     I stood up. "I'm Slick James." I said and held out my hand like I was
offering it to another adult. He took it and we shook. "And this is
Marbley." Marbley and he shook hands. "You come with us and we'll have fun,
I promise."
     "What kind of fun?"
     "The Flatiron Hotel has a pool and its own private theater. We'll have
fun." I said, not explaining that most of the entertainment at the hotel
theater wasn't for kids, I had a feeling that Little Jake would see that
the movie matinees were kiddie fare for those two weeks no matter what his
men thought of that. "Let's go there now, why don't we?"
     "Fine. Carry my bags, Marbley." the kid instructed. Marbley looked
exasperated, but did so. I found out later those bags were in fact pretty
heavy.
     We got to the hotel near sundown and after settling the kid in, we
went down for supper. It was appropriately flavorful and the kid chowed
down and acted as much like a normal little kid would for this time, though
he paid careful attention to everyone else in the room. All men, and all
like myself, young, well-dressed employees of his father, all wearing a gun
in a shoulder holster under their jacket as I was. You could see the bulges
and straps on some of them.
     After, I took the kid back upstairs. Marbley was going to his home to
pack a suitcase of his own stuff to last through the two weeks. I'd do the
same, only tomorrow some time.
     The kid got into the room, which had two beds; I planned to take one
tonight and give the kid the other, and me and Marbley would switch off
nights. The kid got into the bed and bounced on it. "What do we do now?" he
asked me.
     "Isn't it your bedtime?" It was almost nine o'clock.
     "Nah." he said. "Let's do something. Can we go see the movie
downstairs?"
     I knew the movie wasn't kid-fare. "Maybe tomorrow afternoon. They're
going to be showing Dumbo' then, I think."
     "Ah, I already saw that stupid movie. It sucks."
     "You can swim in the pool then."
     "I want to do something now!"
     I sighed. "Well, your dad said for us to let you do anything that
wouldn't get you into trouble." I said. Figured that would spur his
creativity without going into hostile territory and if it did, well, he had
been warned when I had to step in. "You got any ideas?"
     He considered that. "Let's get into bed."
     "I was hoping you'd say that." Nine o'clock was an early bedtime for
me, but in my line of work, you adjust pretty quickly.
     "How are you sleeping?" he wanted to know.
     I shrugged. "Undershirt and boxers. What about you?"
     "I sleep nekkid." he confided breathily. "Okay?"
     I shrugged. "Fine by me." It sounded more than fine, it was a hell of
a hot night and this hotel room wasn't air-conditioned like the main rooms
downstairs were.  But I wasn't going to undress further than I'd announced,
not while sharing a room with a strange kid.
     I undressed and felt uncomfortable while doing it, for Littlest Jake
was watching my every move as I did it. I felt how my t-shirt showed my
arms and armpits with their heavy thatch of black hair., how my nipples
jutted out the front with small sharp tips on each breast showing plainly,
the bottom not covering my navel contorted by the top of my pubic
hair. When I pulled down my pants, the boxers were too loose in front, too
open, I could feel the air flowing in through the open fly and exposing my
privates a little too much. Nothing for it, though, the kid was lapping it
all up with his eyes, best to pretend I didn't see it and turn off the
light. That didn't help as much as it could have, for the light outside
from the hotel's sign was pretty bright, but the alternative was to block
the small breeze coming in.
     I pulled up the covers, but had to kick them off in less than a
minute, it was just too hot. Hottest part of the year. The boss wanted to
turn this hotel commercial, he really ought to spring for the
air-conditioning, all the best hotels had them now. Of course, with his own
men patronizing the place, he probably ran the hotel at a loss as it was. I
sighed, my own room wasn't air-conditioned, either, I could manage it long
as I slept above the covers. I wondered if they'd ever get those things
into everyone's homes, like they kept talking about and never did....
     And my bed moved, nearly bouncing me up off of it, for Littlest Jake
was climbing into bed with me, and he was stark naked! I saw his little
wiener bobble back and forth between his white legs as he clambered
in. "What are you doing, Littlest Jake?" I asked.
     "Call me Cob." he said to me as he straddled my leg first with one of
his and then the other, to get in between. "It sucks being a junior!"
     "Okay, Cob. What are you doing in bed with me?"
     "I said it was what I wanted."
     "I thought you wanted to sleep."
     "I said we should go to bed." Cob pointed out. "I didn't say anything
about sleep. I meant I wanted we should do this." And his hand fished
inside that too-open fly of my boxers and grasped my manhood and pulled it
out into the open air.
     "Uh, uh, your father, Little Jake, he didn't...."
     "I heard him talking to you." Cob pointed out as he beat my meat into
turgid fury. "He said you could do anything it took to keep me out of
trouble. That was all he asked."
     "This will get you into trouble." I groaned as my hand ineffectually
tried to take his away from my cock. It was like my hand wanted no part of
what I was asking it to do. I know my cock didn't want that hand of Cob's
to do anything but what it was doing now, only more and faster!
     "Not if you don't tell anyone!" Cob said cunningly. "You let me play
with you all I want to, and I'll be the best behaved boy you ever
saw. Daddy will be really happy with you if I never end up in trouble."
     "I guess he would be." God, that hand on my dick was driving me crazy.
     "And if you don't let me, I'll make all the trouble I can for the
entire two weeks."
     "Yeah?" I kind of whimpered.
     "Daddy wouldn't like that, you know."
     I groaned. My cock was humming like mad now. "This is blackmail."
     "My Dad is a gangster." Cob pointed out.
     "Yeah." I sighed. "Okay, you got a deal. Be a good boy and you can
play with my dick all you want! Oh, God!" I was too damned close to coming.
     "Deal. Now I want to do this!" And Cob's head went down and he sucked
my cock into his mouth. It was too big to fit in very well, but he got a
good deal of it inside him anyhow.
     "Oh, oh, God!" I moaned as that wet hotness folded over me. I don't
know what Cob had been doing and with whom, but he took my cock like a
master. Millie the Mouth had nothing on Cob's action, I was already heading
for the verge from his hand, and now his mouth was milking me for
everything I had, and I wasn't going to last long at all. "Oh, God, Cob,
I'm going to shoot it, I'm going to come!"
     Cob sucked me harder when I said that, and eager grunts punctuated his
breathing. His hand was busy on his little pud, I guess he had been jerking
himself all along, maybe the little freak was having his own kiddie-climax
here. I didn't have time to think about it; I was too busy launching my own
orgasm. I squirmed and moaned, my hips thrust themselves up into Cob's
clutching mouth and I roared, ejaculated hard and fast and heavy. Cob
choked and coughed as I shot my wads into his mouth, but he didn't let go,
drank as much as he could, even though spunk squirted out the sides and
even out his nostrils, and I moaned and squirted and fell back onto the
bed, utterly drained, as Cob coughed and strangled and then started sucking
up the spill on my cock shaft, licking it clean.
     "Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" groaned as his tongue tickled my
now-tender shaft. "Cob, you are one terrific cocksucker, where did you
learn this, anyway?"
     "A friend at school saw his mother doing it to his father and we tried
it." Cob admitted. "But he didn't shoot anything out of his dick and it's
lots smaller than yours. So is mine."
     "Yours will get bigger, don't worry." I told him. "Now are you ready
to go to bed and go to sleep?"
     "Are you kidding?" Cob said. "I've just got started."
     And the little fucker began to suck on my dick again! It was still
pretty damned tender, but a mouth is a lot easier on your prick than a hand
ever could be. I bore up under it as best I could, but I figured he'd get
tired and bored with it sooner or later, then he'd turn loose and let me
sleep. I'd talk with Little Jake tomorrow about this...then I thought about
that talk and squelched it with a shudder. No way would he believe this was
Cob's idea all along! So what were my other options?
     I didn't have any. Cob literally had me blackmailed, either I let him
suck my pud and (assuming he kept his word about staying out of trouble)
won Little Jake's approval for a job well done, or I refused and he became
a little hellion bound to get into some trouble, ergo, Little Jake would be
very unhappy. He got unhappy enough, I would get a pair of concrete shoes
and then a wooden overcoat when they finally found my bloated body, if they
ever did. The little mobster DID have me as firmly as we held the little
shopkeepers in hand, and I had to pay Cob his protection money in the form
of my jism.
     With that, I became resigned and my cock obeyed, a new climax slowly
built and grew and I was glowing after a time. The second time around can
be so damned sweet, you know? All that initial tension isn't there, your
body takes the pleasure as it comes and lets it build without any internal
pressure forcing it upwards on you. I moaned and said huskily, "I'm going
to come again, Cob. You ready for it?"
     "Mm-hm!" was his reply and again he sped up. I marveled at his
stamina, I don't think I could have kept up this action as long as he had,
kids are a source of unending energy.
     I looked at that sweet little face bobbing on my pud and he looked up
and grinned around my cock, and I grinned back and rumpled his
already-rumpled hair and then my climax clutched at me, and my fingers dug
into his hair and I began to move his head with my hand and guiding him on
me, and then I grunted, and my second climax flowed out of me, soft and
warm and slow. Cob gulped it down easily, even siphoning it out quick as it
was generated and then I was done and limp once more.
     He was ready enough to sleep then, though he insisted on coming up and
snuggling under one of my arms to do so. I let him do it and was worn out
enough myself to join him in slumber in a few minutes.
     I woke up some unknown time later to him sucking me upright once
again. I moaned helplessly as he milked me yet again and I squirted yet
another load into him. He returned to my armpit and we slept again, for him
to wake me up at dawn with his hand on my prick, jerking me up yet
again. God, this kid was treating my cock like his new favorite toy, he
didn't want to let go of me!
     I managed a fourth orgasm for Cob, but I was more than worn out by
now. I just wanted to get up and get dressed, but when I tried, Cob pulled
me down. "No way. You get back in bed, or I'll make trouble for you."
     "You're a real gangster." I said but I lay back down.
     Marbley walked in while Cob had me once again sucked into his
mouth. He walked in without knocking (he and I were old friends) and he
gaped at the sight. "What are you doing?" he asked me.
     "Not my fault." I moaned. "This little mobster is blackmailing
me. Either I let him do what he wants with me, or he's going to make sure
Little Jake thinks we're lousy babysitters."
     "We?" Marbley said. "You mean you."
     I felt Cob pull off of me when he heard that. "Hey, there you are!" he
said to Marbley. "I was wondering where you'd gone." He got up on his
knees, an imperious prince even though naked. "Get over here and get your
pants down for me. I get to play with you all I want to, too!"
     "The hell you will."
     "Listen to him." I said. "He's got us both cold. We don't let him
slurp on our dicks, he's going to be nothing but trouble for the next two
weeks. You think we can keep him under control for that long? But if we let
him do what he wants to with us, he's promised to be the best boy ever."
     "Think of how my Dad is going to like it." Cob purred. "He's finally
found someone what can keep his little boy under control. He and Mom never
could."
     "He's a chip off the old block." I said. "I can't spot any way out. We
got to let him suck us all he wants. Man, I'm sore as I can be, four times
last night, four!"
     "Four...times." Marbley marveled.
     "Now it's your turn!"
     "My turn?"
     "Your turn." I affirmed. "I got to get some rest here!"
     Marbley wasn't so easily convinced, but after a time, he reluctantly
undid his trousers and presented his man-snake for Cob to slurp on. Cob
went at it with the indefatigable energy he had shown on me. When would
this kid wear himself out? I had hopes the two of us could do it.
     But when Cob finished with Marbley, he wanted to do me again. Marbley
fetched us breakfast while he worked another load out of me, then Marbley
took over while I ate. Even with two of us, we wore out by noon.
     And got a call from his Dad. "Just checking in." he said in that deep
voice of his. "How's my boy doing?"
     "He's fine, sir." I said. "You want to talk to him?"
     Cob took the receiver. "I'm fine, Dad." he agreed. "These two guys are
great, we're having a lot of fun. And we got lots of plans for today! Okay,
I love you, too, Dad! Bye!"
     He hung up the phone. "You ready to go again?"
     I moaned, said to Marbley. "See who's in the hotel. We're going to
have to put more men on this job!"
     "Yeah!" Cob agreed. "Lots more men!"
     He sounded greedy. Just like the son of the mobster he was.

				  THE END
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