Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 10:04:35 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Toyboy and Lester 1

Copyright 2005 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
the author's permission.

Please note: this story depicts pedophilia. If this offends you or is
illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18,
read no further.

Frankly, I do not know if this story is fact or fiction. I am reporting it
as it was told to me. The incidents certainly seem credible. However,
beyond that, any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments
about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank
you.

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The Toyboy and Lester part 1

I first met the Toyboy several months ago on the IRC channel
#Gay. Something about my screen name attracted him and he sent me a PM. I
certainly wouldn't have initiated the chat myself with someone who calls
himself Toyboy16ny. I assumed he was no different than all the other guys
in the chat room that day, a horny young man who gets his rocks off by
talking to strangers about what they're doing, what they're wearing and how
big their dicks are. That eventually he'd ask for either phone sex or a
cam-to-cam session. And as soon as I learned that he was indeed only 16, I
almost cut off the exchange. The last thing I need is an accusation that I
was corrupting the morals of a minor.

But there was something about this young man that I found intriguing. He
had an odd combination of sexual sophistication and boyish innocence. He
was only interested in talking, not in online sex ("I only like the real
stuff," he explained.) He was more interested in learning about me, my life
as a writer, my experiences as a gay man in the midwest, then I was in
him. At least at first. When I discovered what he was doing with his uncle,
and then his uncle's friends, I wanted to learn more. I thought in some
fanciful perverse way that if I learned enough about this poor lad I might
be able to save him from the awful depraved life he was being forced to
lead. I couldn't have been more mistaken.

Even though I find the practice of pedophilia repulsive at worst and highly
questionable at best, I was still intrigued as I chatted online with this
delightful teenager. His manner captivated me as much as his story shocked
me. For I learned that Toyboy was being sodomized by his uncle and his
uncle's friends on a regular, continual basis. What shocked me more at that
time was the fact that they had also begun to abuse his prepubescent cousin
Lester. Yet Toyboy did not seem the least bit angry, or bitter, or
confused, or corrupted, or dysfunctional. He seemed to truly enjoy the
company of these older men and was pleased that they liked him enough to
make love to him.

That night I couldn't get Toyboy off my mind and so the next day, I went
back to #Gay and found myself hoping I could speak further with
him. Eventually he did sign on and was all too happy to continue our
conversation. Over the next few weeks, I learned his schedule and made it a
point to be in the chat room when I thought he would be there.

Tim (for I soon learned that was the Toyboy's name) was both frank and
guarded. He was frank and naïvely open in discussing his lifestyle and his
relationship with his pedophiliac uncle. Yet he was guarded and discrete
when it came to certain incriminating details. For instance, I never
learned Tim's last name, Lester's last name, or the names of their uncle
and their two mothers. I learned he lived with his uncle in Ronkonkoma,
(which I discovered from a map is a Long Island suburb of New York City)
and that his mother lived in Baltimore. But he never was any more specific
about his location. He never divulged his address or phone
number. Apparently his uncle had set certain boundaries and principles of
discretion, and Tim abided by them faithfully. Tim sent me one photo of his
face (and bare chest) but no others, even though his uncle apparently had
many revealing pictures stored on his own computer, which he shared with
his friends. Tim had no cam on his computer. He would not give me his email
address because it is connected to his uncle's business, so I explained to
him about web-based email (like Yahoo!, Hotmail, and Mailcity). He talked
it over with his uncle who agreed that it seemed safe, so then I helped Tim
establish an account on Mailcity which is the service I use. (Later, he
helped Lester set up an account there too.) Email allowed me to find out
much more about Tim and Lester and their uncle. Tim is a fluent writer who
enjoys answering my questions.

As the weeks went by, I was surprised to find how my opinion of the uncle
developed. He seems to be a decent man. He is quite intelligent, practicing
corporate law on Long Island. And he has a genuine familial love for his
two nephews. He genuinely wants to protect them and in his own way look out
for their best interests.

I am relating what I learned about these two wonderful boys, based on the
chat room conversations and the email. Now, of course, I realize that one
always runs the risk of getting conned online, whether it be dating
services, chatrooms, or other locations where people can misrepresent
themselves. Perhaps that is the case with Tim and Lester. But if so, they
have pulled off an amazing ruse, for I found their story, while amazing and
alien to my own experience, totally convincing.

Oh, by the way, before I posted this story on Nifty, I asked Tim, Lester
and their uncle to read it. Since the uncle is a lawyer, I certainly didn't
want to get sued, or otherwise cause trouble for anyone. Tim and Lester
said they loved what I wrote and were thrilled that other people were going
to read about them. The uncle was cautious, but after making a few minor
editing revisions, was content with what I'd written. He was probably glad
that I didn't paint him as some sort of monster.

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Some forty years ago there was a family somewhere on Long Island that had
two young daughters and a son. I believe it was a very loving family, for
the three siblings remained close and protective of each other into
adulthood. Although the boy was the youngest, he was a brilliant student
and as adults, the other two often turned to him for advice. The two
sisters both got married and each had one son. The brother, being gay,
lived by himself in a large home. They visited one another frequently and
at Christmas every year, all three would get together along with their
respective families. The two little boys loved their uncle, who was only 14
years older than Tim. This loving young man always had time to play with
them, roughhouse on the floor, pitch balls in the back yard, catch frogs,
read bedtime stories, laugh at their silly jokes, and just listen to them
with authentic interest.

Tim's mother was the oldest sibling. Her marriage was not a happy
one. There were frequent fights and spousal abuse. Living in Baltimore, she
felt vulnerable without the support structure of her siblings. When Tim was
only 4, his father took up with a younger woman and walked out on his
family. It was probably for the best, because peace finally came to the
household. His mother tried but was never able to collect a penny of child
support from the deadbeat dad. But she found a job, worked hard and managed
to raise her son to be a kind and loving boy.

About the same time as her divorce, her sister got married. This was a much
more successful union. They were happy, the man had an excellent job, and
eventually along came baby Lester, five years younger that his cousin
Tim. All seemed idyllic. This sister was a stay-at-home mom, active in
community affairs. Lester was a happy-go-lucky kid without a care in the
world. Until, at age 9, his father was killed in a tragic car accident.
Like his cousin Tim, Lester was left without a father. However, Dad had
planned ahead and a generous life insurance policy enabled Lester's mom to
continue living in their home without needing to work, as she raised her
boy.

The women's brother felt terrible for his two sisters and his two
nephews. He determined to do whatever it required to help them through
their tragic circumstances. With Tim's mom, he could afford to be generous
financially. He paid for the plane tickets so they could fly up from
Baltimore for the family get-togethers. He outfitted Tim each year with his
school clothes and supplies. And he never made his sister feel
uncomfortable if she needed to "borrow" money for the rent, or a car
repair, or anything. With Lester's mom, he didn't need to give her money,
but he was always there to comfort her. Since they both still lived on Long
Island, they would visit often, and after the car accident, he was a
tremendous source of strength for her and a loving uncle for Lester.

As I said, Tim's mother was doing a great job as a single mother. But she
knew that a boy needs a father-figure. As Tim approached becoming a
teenager, she was getting concerned. She was afraid Tim might get in with
the "wrong crowd" there in Baltimore. But by then, she had a good job in
City Hall with benefits and seniority, so she was not prepared to move back
to Long Island. Remembering how well Tim got along with his uncle when they
visited, she wished she could find a stepdad for him, but as she entered
her thirties, it became harder and harder to date, and her prospects were
not looking good. Yet she really wanted to provide her son with a good male
role model for his adolescent years. She discussed all this with her
brother because he was always there to hear her problems and often came up
with wonderful solutions. Yet she was nearly bowled over when he offered to
have her son come and live with him. He explained Tim could visit her as
much as they wanted, on school vacations. But this way he would be able to
guide the boy through his turbulent teenage years.

It must not have been an easy decision for her, but eventually she saw the
wisdom of it and just as Tim was turning 13, he moved into Uncle's home and
enrolled in an excellent suburban school district. As a side benefit, now
living on Long Island, he got to visit his aunt and her husband (then still
alive) and his little cousin Lester, whom he loved to play with.

Tim knew that Uncle was gay and had no problem with that. His mom had
taught him well about tolerance and diversity. Now, he began to discover
more things about Uncle's life style. For one thing, Uncle had no qualms
about his naked body. Tim had never seen his mother naked, but Uncle
frequently paraded around after his shower with no towel or robe and would
even start preparing breakfast bare assed. Tim began going nude also, just
for fun. He began sleeping without pajamas, and in the evening, the two of
them often sat watching TV or going over homework with nothing on.

As a naturally curious adolescent with rampant hormones, Tim was very
interested in Uncle's cock. He asked him lots of questions, which were
answered honestly and forthrightly. Tim compared his own equipment with
Uncle's, who never seemed to mind him touching it. He asked him a lot about
sex, both gay and straight, and about masturbation, and again got accurate
information.

One practice that especially excited Tim's interest was oral sex. Uncle's
explanation was so at odds with what he was hearing from his classmates in
the lockerroom. So one evening he asked Uncle if he could try sucking his
cock, just to see what it's like. Far from forcing his way on the child,
Uncle first made sure that this was really something he wanted. He could
have refused, -- I certainly would have, -- but Uncle figured it was better
to learn these things from a loving relative in a safe environment than in
some filthy public mens room. So, he taught Tim how to give a blow job. He
guided him carefully, step by step, and when he was ready to cum, he let it
out on Tim's pretty young chest. Then they showered off together, after
which Tim thanked Uncle and kissed him.

As the weeks went by, although there was no pressure to do so, Tim began
sucking Uncle regularly. And vice versa. They often 69ed. Tim loved the way
Uncle swallowed his boyjizz and before long, Tim was swallowing as
well. Tim's uncle told him he was getting to be a very proficient
cocksucker.

Being a lawyer, Uncle did not keep regular hours. He would meet with
clients when it was mutually convenient, usually at their office. So he was
almost always around when Tim came home from school. Tim was not a latchkey
kid. On rare occasions, Uncle had to go out in the evening, and gave Tim
strict instructions never to answer the door when he was away. He felt
extremely responsible for the child now that his sister had entrusted him
to him. And Uncle made sure he was back home early. Tim realized that Uncle
never brought any men over. Perhaps some of these evenings out were
actually dates, rather than business, but even so he did not neglect his
duty to his nephew. After all, he could also arrange to meet men in the
daytime when Tim was at school.

One night, after an especially affectionate blow job, Tim was laying in
Uncle's arm in his bed feeling very content and relaxed. He ended up
falling asleep, and Uncle decided there was no point in carrying him back
to the boy's own bedroom, so he let him sleep with him that night. The
following night, when Uncle was ready to retire, he discovered Tim already
fast asleep in his bed. The two have been bedmates ever since.

Uncle began teaching Tim some important lessons of discretion. There are
some things you don't discuss with your friends at school. And things you
don't even discuss with Mom.  He took a cue from the TV ads for Las
Vegas. "What happens in this house, stays in this house." Tim learned his
lessons well.

When Christmas came that first year, Uncle flew his sister up from
Baltimore as usual, and they all spent a wonderful few days visiting, along
with Lester and his parents. It would be the last Christmas that Lester's
father would be part of the celebration. On the 26th, Tim flew back to
Baltimore to spend a week with his Mother, who was delighted to see how
much he had grown and how happy he seemed. Tim flew back home, -- for that
was now how he regarded Uncle's house, -- before school started up again.

Soon after, Tim and Uncle began to get excited about the Super Bowl. Uncle
said he'd like to invite some men over to watch the game, and asked Tim if
he'd mind. The discussion must have gone something like this:

"These are guys I've known for a long time. Some are my old college
buddies, some are business associates. There's seven men altogether."

"Are they your boy friends?"

"No. None of them were ever my boy friend. Some of them are gay. Some are
married. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I don't need to invite them."

"Hell, no, Uncle." That's another thing Tim was doing that he never did
back in Baltimore, using cuss words. "Sounds like fun."

"Or if you want, you could go over to a friend's house for the day."

"Gee, it would be neat to meet your friends." Then he added playfully, "I
could ask them secrets about you." At which Uncle began tickling Tim
mercilessly.

Then Tim realized something. "Uncle, will we wear clothes when your buddies
come over?"

"Hey, you know, I never thought about that. Probably be best if we
did. Some of these guys are pretty casual, and probably wouldn't give a
fuck, but just to be safe, yeah, we'll keep our pants on, OK, Tim?"

Tim may have been a little disappointed for he'd gotten used to being nude
at home, but he conceded to Uncle's wisdom.

On Super Bowl Sunday, the men arrived. Uncle had laid in plenty of
provisions. Tim helped him keep everyone supplied with beer and soda and
snack foods. The game was a nailbiter with some men rooting for each side,
and several wagers being made. After one amazing play, one of the guests
slapped his neighbor's ass and shouted, "You owe me a blow job!" He might
have had a few too many beers, but he realized his mistake immediately. He
looked at Tim, then sheepishly at Uncle, and mouthed "sorry."

Uncle hoped to keep the day civil so he replied, "No harm done. Tim knows
what you meant. It's OK." He figured that would be the end of it. He didn't
count on Tim's forthrightness.

"Shit, yeah, I know all about blow jobs. Uncle says I'm an expert
cocksucker!"

Silence fell on the room as all the men stared at Uncle. Then suddenly they
all started laughing. "Did I say anything wrong, Uncle?"

"Well, perhaps it would have been better to keep our little secret."

"But the rule is, what happens in this house stays in this house. And we're
in the house!"

Again the men burst into laughter. One of them said, "The kid's got you
there, Buddy."  Then he turned to Tim and went on, "Well, let me tell you
something. You can learn a damn lot from this Uncle of yours. When it comes
to cocks, he's a real expert. He taught me a lot, that's for sure."

"Me, too."

Tim was smiling. These men had such admiration for his Uncle. "Wow, really?
That's neat." Then with a mischievous glint in his eye, "Hey, is it ok if I
watch you pay up on that BJ you owe, mister."

Uncle just shook his head. "Well, you heard what the boy said. Show him you
don't welch on a wager."

With that one man stood up and dropped his drawers, and the man beside him
knelt down and began sucking. The rest of them started shouting
encouragement. Some couldn't help stroking themselves, while Tim looked on
in happy wonder. When the man finally came, he gave his friend a
facial. Everyone cheered. But when the cheers subsided, Tim asked, "Why
didn't you swallow it?" Again there was silence in the room.

Uncle put his hand on Tim's shoulder and told the men, "Well, I said he was
an expert cocksucker."

Tim looked up at Uncle and pleaded, "Can we show them? Can we please?"

The guests all said, "Come on, let the boy show what he can do. . . . Yeah,
give the lad a chance." Uncle was obviously still tentative about the whole
thing, so then the man with the facial said, "Don't worry, what happens in
this house, stays in this house." And the others agreed.

Uncle took off his pants, and the other men sat down for the show. Some of
them opened their flies for their equipment was in pressing need of
attention. Then Tim took off his pants and his shirt as well. Now the men
could see what a beautiful young boy he was: blond, blue eyed, only a wisp
of adolescent body hair to accent his nice symmetrical pair of nuts, a
small uncut cock, and a terribly alluring little boy ass.

Tim knelt down and went to work on the cock he had come to worship. His
young hands held Uncle's thighs. He had learned his lessons very well, for
his rhythm was perfect.  Uncle was soon rock hard, and soon after that was
throbbing, his mouth moaning quietly, his hands lovingly caressing the
boy's head, and his eyes alternating between the ceiling and nephew he
loved so tenderly. When he came, Tim swallowed every drop. While Uncle sank
into a chair, completely spent, the other men stood and congratulated the
wonder boy. One picked him up and put his naked little body on his
shoulders and paraded him around the couch like the star quarterback in the
Super Bowl, that no one now was interested in. Tim was laughing merrily.

When they put him back down, Tim said nonchalantly, "Who's next?" The men
looked over at Uncle, who merely shrugged, and then stood in line. Those
who still had pants on quickly lost them and most also got out of their
shirts. One by one, Tim worked his way down the line, proving his expertise
to each one. Some of the men preferred to withdraw and cum into something
like their shirts, but most allowed Tim to swallow their jizz. At the end
of the line, Tim just sat bare assed on the floor, his smiling mouth
dribbling a jizz cocktail.

The men gradually left, after Uncle promised that they'd do this again some
time.

And they did. By the end of the school year, Uncle was hosting a party
every Saturday night for between 3 and 10 of his friends. These weekly
parties still continue to this day. Tim insisted that everyone strip as
soon as they came in the door. Sometimes they brought games along to play
with Tim. Twister was a big hit. But of course the night always ended with
the grand suck-off.

Uncle rented a beachhouse on Fire Island for the summer and Tim got to swim
in the ocean nearly every day. Some of Uncle's friends would stop by
sometimes, which Tim loved. He really liked Uncle's friends. They all
treated him well. Uncle had taught him, "If you are nice to people, they
will usually be nice to you."

Unfortunately this idyllic summer was interrupted by some tragic
news. Uncle's brother-in-law, Tim's other uncle, Lester's father, had been
killed when his car was struck by a drunk driver on the Long Island
Expressway.

Tim turned 14 at the end of the summer and spent a week in Baltimore.