Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:37:51 -0600
From: Sean Josh <sandjlikeboyz@live.com>
Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 13

If you shouldn't be reading this...don't.  If you're sexually active, play
safe and use protection.

Commets and critique are welcome feel free to email:

sandjlikeboyz@live.com

...Thanks

13>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.

The velvet night spread before the headlights as Sean drove toward home.
Tim was in much better spirits.  He searched the radio dial finally
settling for some mellow jazz that was playing on public radio.

"Little brother huh?"  He chuckled slouching and resting his head.

"He's a mutant."  Sean agreed.

"How'm I gonna keep up with what he's hanging and Al's tongue?"  Tim
complained.

"Don't know.  I had all that I could handle with you on the couch."  Sean
said reaching over and massaging the big man's thigh.

"That right?"  Tim pressed.

"Fine hot bod, nice hard equipment, big load.  Oh yeah nearly got there
just seeing you get off."  Sean grinned.

"All good for you," Tim pouted, "but where's my creamsicle?"

Sean rolled his eyes as Tim's hand roamed into his lap.

"Never got any in a car."  Sean reported.

"Something distinctly Un-American about that."  Tim complained.

"Mom works all week, two jobs, and tries to see her mother, whenever she
can, so the house is usually ours."

"You must have had girlfriends galore."  Tim rationalized.

"Actually I was a complete virgin as of this April."

"No."

"Yep, it was late April when a good friend of mine had this interesting
idea.  Neither of us were exactly social butterflies, she wanted to go to
the prom, and she didn't want to head off to college next year a virgin.
it was her idea, she wanted to experiment, we'd been friends since grade
school.  So Ruth asks if I'd like to end the drought and take her to the
prom."

"Of course, that all makes sense, Ruth Hardwick."

"Yeah!  You know her?"

"She's my cousin and my confidant.  I heard all about this.  Oh my.  She
was so right."  Tim marveled.

"Whoa there, you heard about this?"

"The gritty details including the first time when..."

"Sean blushed so deeply he nearly lit the interior of the trucks cab.

"...you popped as she first touched you.  You two fucked like banshees.
She told me once you got started you both were at it all the time."

"We did practice."  Sean admitted, "And she wasn't shy about trying stuff."

"Never forget when she asked about your equipment."  Tim laughed.

"What!"

"She didn't have anything to measure you against.  So she asked me.  Said
she measured you with..."

"Her seamstress' ruler, in homeec."  Sean chuckled.

"I thought she was lying, but I told her, if she didn't want to keep you; I
would.  Who knew?"  Tim said groping the package in question.

"We'll be at the house in a few minutes."  Sean said hoping Tim would stop.

"Alot can happen in a few minutes."  Tim cooed feeling Sean respond to his
touch.  "Sides I'd say you need an automotive experience to complete your
education."

"I've already graduated."  Sean countered as his zipper slid down.

"I'm still in school," Tim reminded him, "And I'm hungry."

"We'll cook at the house," Sean promised.

"You got what I'm hungry for," Tim said slipping to his knees on the trucks
floor. "Tube steak smothered in underwear."

His head slid into Sean's lap and Sean placed both hands on the wheel.  He
worked hard concentrating on the road, and maintained a steady straight
line despite the remarkable sensations.  He began to feel more at ease and
in control when he realized he'd missed the turn into the drive.  He'd need
to make a loop several miles long or find a place wide enough to turn the
truck on this rural route.  As he proceeded he decided on the longer
option, both for its surety and because Tim's talents were enticing him
into prolonging the experience.  Sean couldn't pump to assist the process.
He simply needed to watch the road and enjoy the attention the service
supplied.  He needed to be cautious of his legs, which grew stiff and
sought purchase to enable and assist his thighs in building pressure.

As orgasm finally approached Sean was on the return leg of the journey.  He
made careful note of landmarks and watched for the reflectors that would
mark his driveway's entrance.  The moment fast approached, the drive
reflectors in their familiar shamrock green and diamond pattern shown out
in the darkness ahead.  At the same time he could feel his body tighten.
He cut hard into the drive as his balls contracted.  Gravel crunched
beneath the wheels and he jammed hard on the breaks bringing the pickup to
a sliding stop.  He slammed the shift into park and shuddered as Tim drank
his spewing seed.  The moment passed.  Tim sat up.  He wiped his mouth with
the back of his hand.

"Nice snack."  he belched.  "Hope there's some fuckin' food in the fridge."

Sean laughed despite still being short of breath and led the way in.  He
attempted to copy the omelet Derrick had created that morning two weeks
ago.  There was far too much of it for the pan and he ended up needing to
scramble the thing.  It didn't look nearly as appetizing, but tasted just
as good.  Tim demolished several plate of the steamy concoction.  Sean ate
sparingly as usual.  Following their meal Tim asked for the bathroom, then
led Sean there.  With a reverence that inhibited conversation he stripped
washed shampooed and massaged Sean into a blissful state.  Once satisfied
with the state of Sean's hygiene he took his time in exploring and
pleasuring every inch of the boy's long slim frame.

Sean had experienced like explorations from Alan and Josh on several
occasions.  Where they devoured him, Tim worshiped.  He ate Sean's ass
until orgasm threatened once more.  Sean lifted Tim to his feet soaped his
powerful ass and entered him with his thick manhood.  They fucked long and
sweetly.  When the moment arrived, Sean reached around to find Tim as hard
as when they had begun and he grasped the hot cock in his hand and brought
them off in a torrent of mutual passion.

They reclined in bed dried and anointed; Sean once more cradled in Tim's
strong arms and resting his cheek on a pillow of pectoral splendor.

"Where were we?"  Sean pondered.

"Perfectly content," Tim sighed.

Sean snuggled against him and pulled up the sheet to cover them slightly.
He could hear Tim's heart, steady and clear.  The marveled as his own pulse
moderated and beat in regular time with this magnificent man.

The quieting room, the rhythmic pulse and lowing breath lulled Sean into a
contented haze.  He luxuriated in the strong arms and shared warmth cozy
and comfortable in bed with his lover.

Tim felt the young man in his arms relax and settle.  He suspected him to
be asleep.  He brushed a stray strand of hair from Sean's brow and laid a
tender kiss upon his brow.

"If I could love someone, if I could, let it be him."  Tim whispered into
the darkness.

Sean's breathed in deep and slow considering how to respond.  Tim settled
himself stretching careful not to disturb Sean.

"Is that what you really want?" Sean breathed still unsure if this was the
time or place to raise the issue.

Tim tensed.

"I wasn't lying if that's what you mean?"  Tim replied.

"Why can't you?"  Sean inquired.  "What are you scared of?"

Tim's heart was racing.  His skin grew slightly clammy.

"I mean what made you panic?  Why were you frightened?"  Sean asked.

Once more Tim looked at him wide eyed; then pulled him close.

"I'm...okay."

"Something I said or did triggered that level of fear in you.  I want to
know what it was.  I never want to be a threat to you."  Sean explained.

"It's...nothing really...it's"

"If we're going to be...friends, lovers, whatever, you need to trust me."
Sean reasoned.

"I'm, I mean...you, well I..."

"Listen to me lets rule out the things I might find completely unacceptable
and then you'll know if you can tell me alright?"  Sean offered.  "You
didn't rob a church or orphanage?"

"No."  Tim responded half smiling.

"Good start."  Sean smiled back.  "No robbery or kidnapping?"

"Cut it out."  Tim said actually grinning.

"Just checking."  Sean countered.

"Be serious," Tim jibbed.

"Rape or murder?" Sean teased.

A tremor shook Tim's frame.

Sean's breath became sharper.  This guy didn't have a vicious bone in his
body; Sean new that in his heart, but what if it had been an accident.  If
he were drunk, or angry; he was massively strong and athletically capable.

The tremor quieted but did not pass.  Sean sat up and looked Tim in the
eye.  The fear had returned.  Tim was fighting it back slowly gaining
control over it, when it struck Sean as hard and as certain as the blows
that broke his bones.  It wasn't what Tim had done, but what was done to
Tim.

"You were raped?"  Sean whispered.

Tim quaked.

"Oh Tim."  Sean kissed away the tear that appeared on his cheek.  "Did you
tell."

"No!"  Tim gasped.

"Why, you can't let someone get away with that." Sean said feeling a rage
he hadn't known since he was eleven.

"Its too late, he's gone."

"So why not tell, why protect him?"

"Cause his family's still there and they don't deserve it." Tim rasped as
the tears rolled down his chiseled jaw, "'cause it's my family."

Sean was overwhelmed by the revelation.  He clung hard to Tim not knowing
what to say or do.  He'd pried open this Pandora's box, and its contents
were every bit as dark and morbid as any he harbored in his own.

"We lived in Chicago.  My dad's family had been cops in the city for five
generations.  Dad was killed in the line.  I was six when it happened.  Run
over during a normal traffic stop.  Something about bad brakes and tired
truck driver.  There was plenty of money from the insurance and the PBA,
but Mom took it badly and drank to help get over it.  My uncle helped raise
us.  Dad's younger brother, he was on the force, a detective.  He helped
raise us.  Tried to get Mom to stop drinking.  When I was twelve..."

Tim shuddered.

"Stop," Sean begged.  "You don't need to."

"Maybe I do," Tim said drawing a ragged breath.  "Maybe it's time you to
met Timmy."

"I was twelve."  Tim began again.  "We were going to go on some fishing
trip in the morning; this big charter boat with my uncle and a few of his
buddies on the lake.  I woke up.  It was late.  The three of them were in
the living room.  In their underwear, drinking, smoking cigars.  There was
porn on the T.V.  I could see they were all hard, strokin' each other
watchin' the tube.  My uncle catches me spyin' on `em.  He see's I got a
woody.  I was a big kid.  Tall as you are now, probably weighed a little
more.  He drags me in the room.  My dick won't go down.  They laugh.  He
fondles me.  It felt okay.  He told me to do the same to him.  I did.  They
laughed some more."

"That's enough."  Sean ordered.  "That's enough!"

"Who wouldn't be hot to get of piece of this."  Tim remembered.  "That's
what he said when he peeled down my briefs.  No one was watching the video
any more.  I was the center of attention.  I don't know how long.  i don't
know many times.  I cried.  I fought.  They raped me; over and over.  Every
time I resisted, every time I complained, my body would betray me, my dick
would get hard, and they'd laugh at the little faggot."

"Please stop."  Sean pleaded.

"No, you need to know, you're right, so I'm gonna tell you.  It didn't stop
then.  I never saw his friends again, but he became a regular fixture in my
life.  Mom thought it was wonderful.  I had a male role model; a decorated
hero of the force.  One that forced me to suck his cock, and dragged me to
clubs where men showed off their boys, their little faggot playthings.  He
had pictures of me, and Video.  He threatened me with them, said he'd post
the pictures online; send them to the family.  I started to drink.  There
was always booze at his place, and the places he'd take me.  Mom drank, she
never suspected I was in her stock of vodka.  I was good at three things,
sex, drinking and sports.  At school Sports was my salvation.  I was still
growing.  Getting stronger.  I had great coordination despite the booze.

One night when we got back from a club, he was pretty fucked up and passed
out.  I went through his place.  I found it all hidden in the basement.  I
wasn't the only one, there had been, or were others.  I destroy it all; the
pictures the negatives, the tapes.  He woke up cause the smell of the
burning tapes and negatives was nasty.  He was pissed.  He came at me, but
like I said he was drunk.  I beat the shit outta him.  Told him I'd mailed
pictures of him and little boys to his superiors."

"Was that it?"  Sean hoped as Tim came to a pause.

"No but we're nearly to the bottom," Tim said taking a deep drink from the
glass on the bedside table.

"A day or two later he was dead.  Shot in the line.  Walked up to an armed
robber they had trapped in some store he was trying to rob.  They gave him
a commissioner's funeral; pipers, horse drawn caisson, an entire division
on foot for an escort.  The mayor was there.  His colleagues seemed to
think something was wrong.  He'd had every opportunity to draw down on the
guy, he simply hadn't.  I think he was too scared to kill himself, so he
let the bad guy do it for him.

I wasn't.  I was fourteen.  I couldn't tell everyone the hero of the city
was a child molester.  I couldn't break grandma's heart, or my sisters, or
his other siblings.  I couldn't disgrace the family.  I was alcoholic and
still got hard for the kind of sex that had started it all.  My body
responded to every caress, every degradation, every abuse.  I craved it.

Family poured in from all over.  I met cousins and aunts and Uncles I'd
never heard of before.  Mom was as drunk as ever, and I'd had enough.  I
knew where my father's service revolver was, and I took it to my room.  I
wrote a lame note about breaking up with some girl.  I was ready to go.

Then I met Derrick.  He'd come down with his family, my Mom's cousins.  He
was a cute little thirteen year old, not very different than he is now
really.  I knew he was interested the first time he looked at me.  It had
been weeks since I'd had sex.  We stole away and locked ourselves in my
room.  It was so strange.  For the first time ever I was with a peer.  I
was hot to have him, and didn't have a clue how to get started.  I'd never
initiated sex in my life.  It'd always been commanded or taken from me.  He
led the way.  It was different in ways I couldn't begin to fathom.  I was
half potted and fell asleep afterward.  I woke up feeling miserable and
hung over.  I felt like that time had come.  I pulled the shoebox from
under my bed.  The gun was gone.  So was my note.  He'd left one in its
place.  Said he'd return today, and that we needed to talk would I please
wait, because he didn't want to loose his new found friend."

Tim broke down.  Sobbing and quaking.  Sean held him tight and rocked him
till he slowly regained control.

"I'd never had a friend.  Not a real one.  Derrick came over early that
day.  We talked all day long.  He never mentioned the gun or the note, and
neither did I.  We discussed my past, and the fact that I drank.  A point
he'd already breached with his parents.  I don't remember a day without him
visiting that summer.  He was everything I needed.  He stroked my ego, my
emotions, and my libido.  He understood why I couldn't tell them.  Yet he
challenged me.  I began to see that I hadn't caused the problem.  Things
moved very quickly after that.  My Grandfather came and talked to Mom.
Seems my uncles insurance and PBA cash were ours as well; some payment for
all my services.  Mom and I were both placed in treatment.  Some pretty
cool people worked with me, and I met plenty of other kids my age with
problems like mine.  I haven't had a drop since.  In the meantime Grandpa
sold the house.  We moved here.  I started high school in a new town, a new
boy, with a new future."

Sean was dumbstruck.  He'd never imagined the depth of the issues being
plumbed here.

"I still see a councilor occasionally, and yes they know the whole story,
but professional standards don't allow them to breach the topic with my
family, and seeing the perp is dead they aren't enjoined to report it as
primary responders.  Derrick told me all this.  He did it so could tell a
professional.  His Dad's an attorney and his Mom's a social worker in for
the school system, did you know that?"

"Yeah we've met socially and professionally," Sean replied.

"Professionally, really; a story we need to share?"  Tim said biting his
lip.

"Yes, a story we need to share."  Sean grinned sheepishly.  "So this still
doesn't explain what you said.  At least I don't see the connection.  I'd
never force you, I couldn't force you."

"You could.  You've seen it.  I'm a real psycho sub bottom."  Tim said
labeling himself.  "And I won't go back there, I won't no matter what it
takes to stop it.  I won't be Timmy again

Sean shivered at the implication.

"And I know I could do it.  I waited because Derrick asked me to wait.
First person that ever really showed any concern for me; that saw who I was
and liked me anyway.  I couldn't disappoint him."

"And haven't there been others since?"  Sean asked.  "Hasn't that list
grown along with you?  Aren't Cons and Mick yours, your buds, your friends,
your protectors.  They look after you like pair of trained guard dogs.
Would you disappoint Derrick now?  After watching you come so far, watching
you grow and heal.  Do you think he wouldn't be disappointed if you left?"

"You think this scared and abused little boy hiding in a bottle of booze is
who your are?  He died.  He was shot dead by a bad guy in Chicago years
ago.  You're the hero.  You're the guy that wins the game.  That stands up
for the punk kid.  That sacrifices himself for his friends when it could
cost him his future.  That's not some mask you wear to hide behind that's
who you've become.  The problem is you can't see yourself, but we know who
you are."

"I ended up in the hospital to defend my brother from my dad," Sean said
fighting back tears.  "He would have killed Josh.  Mom wouldn't leave him
to save herself, but she left him to protect us.  That's what people who
love each other do.  It's clear to me now, so clear, if you want to love me
you can, all you have to do is say goodbye to little Timmy and be my man,
Tim."

"You're man?"  Tim said brushing the tears away.

"Yeah my man."  Sean beamed.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The bedroom door creaked inward slowly.  Josh peeked in to find Tim spooned
behind Sean an arm slung around his waist.

"There's a sight to make you ache."  Josh said opening the door wide enough
to let Derrick see.

"I already ache," Derrick said, "close the door and let them have some
privacy.

Mickey and Conrad were waiting in the living room.  Al and Chris were in
the kitchen raiding the fridge.

"They seem fine.  I'll give the house a call in a few hours and let his Mom
know he's here."  Derrick assured them, "catch you two sometime this week,
we need to talk."

"You thinking of expanding the number?"  Josh teased.

"What are you talking about you just said goodnight to five and six.
Number seven is sleeping with your brother in his arms."  Derrick yawned.
"Besides If you hadn't noticed we didn't really take part in tonight's
festivities unless you counting exhibitionism."

Derrick paused in the kitchen doorway as Al smeared something edible across
Chris' chest.  He grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and dragged Josh
off toward the sin bin which was parked in the driveway.

"Why can't I sleep in my own bed?"  Josh asked as they climbed into the
van.

"Because Sean deserves a little privacy.

"Why does he warrant such consideration?"  Josh puzzled.

"Are you blind?  Haven't you noticed anything that's gone on the past two
weeks?  He's been the catalyst of everything that's happened.  He brought
us together.  He's added to our circle of friends, and it looks like he and
Tim are getting along pretty well.  Now come cuddle with me so I can
sleep."

"Cuddle with you?  You've got to be kidding me.  That's so gay!"  Josh
grinned tackling Derrick into the blankets.