Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 10:06:56 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Toyboy and Lester 2

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 2

At the beginning of the next school year, Tim had long talks with Uncle
about being gay. He liked sucking cocks but Uncle said that didn't
necessarily mean he was gay. He would have to work that out himself. Uncle
would love him no matter what. But Tim began to feel convinced that he was
a homosexual. He read books from Uncle's shelves, as well as Uncle's
magazines. Often, if nothing exciting was on TV, they'd pop in one of
Uncle's Gay DVDs and watch guys like Colton Ford and Blake Harper. Tim
especially liked Zak Spears.

One time as they were settling into bed, Tim asked Uncle, "Will you fuck
me?"

"You know I would never hurt you, Tim. I love you too much."

"But it wouldn't hurt if you did it right. I know. I've been reading
about it. Please?"

Uncle was of course a pushover for his nephew's pleadings. "Are you sure
you want to do this?" Tim nodded. "Really sure?"

Uncle took the KY out of the bedside table, and used it liberally. He
fingered Tim's hole at length, all the time speaking soothingly to him. He
wanted Tim to relax even though the boy was as excited as any virgin. Uncle
sat on the side of the bed and had Tim sit on his thighs, facing him, with
his legs around Uncle's hips. He continued massaging the boy's hole and
instructed him to give him a hand job, something the boy always did
well. Soon Uncle's cock had reached its full 9 inch length and was oozing
precum. He handed Tim a lubricated condom and taught him to roll it on. He
then told Tim to hug him around the neck. Uncle pulled the boy's hips in
toward him and positioned his boyhole over his erect cock. Slowly, gently,
he began to lower the boy's ass down. The first entry of course made Tim
wince but he was brave. He really wanted this. With Uncle's encouragement
he relaxed a little, and his ass began to slide down the pole. It felt so
strange, yet so wonderful. He squeezed Uncle's neck hard and began
slobbering him with kisses interrupted by shouts and whoops, as his ass
tunnel experienced feelings it had never felt before. Uncle moved the boy
up and down on his cock, until he knew he was about to cum. He lifted the
boy off to stand on the floor, pulled off the rubber, lay back on the bed
and erupted all over his abs. Tim fell on top of him, their two bellies
matted together by jizz.  With tears in his eyes, he shouted, "Thank you,
thank you, Uncle."

"No, Tim, I thank you."

As the days followed, Tim learned about Kegel exercises to keep his hole in
shape. He learned better how to relax his sphincter to accept the cock. He
learned about different positions. Uncle asked him once if he'd like to
try being the top. Uncle was willing to let Tim fuck his ass. But
surprisingly, Tim said no. He liked being the bottom. Uncle began to
conclude that Tim probably was gay.

------

One night, Tim said to Uncle, "At our party next Saturday, is it ok if the
other men fuck me?"

"Well, first, I'm glad you asked me ahead of time. You gave me quite a
surprise at the Super Bowl last year." Tim giggled. "Do you really want
other men to fuck you?"

"Yes, I think it would be cool. But not if it makes you angry or jealous
or anything."

"That is very sweet, Tim. No, I wouldn't be jealous. I believe if God
gives you a gift, you should share it with others. You are his gift to me,
Tim. As much as I love you dearly, I don't want to keep you all to
myself."

"Well, I think God gave me a nice ass, so I shouldn't keep it to myself
either, should I."

"Shit, Tim, you are such a fuckin sweet boy. But I don't want you to be
hurt. So we have to set up certain rules for this."

One of the rules was condoms. There would be no bareback sex with
Tim. Another was mutual pleasure. If either Tim or the man was
uncomfortable, no one would be forced to do anything. There were other
rules and they were all designed to protect Tim.

The following Saturday, Uncle invited only three men over, very carefully
chosen. He told them to be prepared to play a new game, but I doubt if any
of them had an idea what was coming. That morning, Uncle took Tim to the
drugstore and instructed him to buy a box of Trojans on his own. If he was
old enough for sex with multiple partners, he was old enough to buy
protection without embarrassment. Tim went up to the cashier by himself
with his purchase in hand. He was surprised that she didn't bat an eye,
just rang it up like it was a box of chewing gum. A few minutes later,
Uncle bought three more boxes, just to be safe.

That evening, Uncle showed Tim how to use the douche attachment in the
shower to get his hole thoroughly cleaned out. Then Tim waited excitedly at
the door, naked of course.  The men arrived and dutifully handed Tim all
their clothes before proceeding past the foyer. Tim got them their beers
and they sat around the living room telling jokes. Uncle had a porn DVD
going on the TV with the sound turned low.

"Well, what new game shall we play tonight, Tim?" One man finally asked.

"We'll play the game later. First I want to suck you."

"Well, that's different."

As the three sat on the couch, and Uncle in his chair, Tim went from man to
man, knelt and sucked each one to near orgasm, and then stopped. When all
four were fully hard, he took out his condoms and proudly sheathed the four
cocks. Then he leaned over the TV, stuck his ass back, pulled his cheeks
apart and asked, "Who's first?"

The men, of course, couldn't say no. Uncle directed the lineup, starting
with the smallest cock. One by one, they plowed into the boy's young
hole. Tim loved every minute, grunting and shouting at them to "Fuck me
harder" like he'd heard so often on the DVDs. When they ejaculated, they
either stayed in and filled their rubbers or pulled out and covered the
boy's cheeks in manjuice. Uncle went last and gave Tim a big hug when he
finished. The other men joined for a group hug. Tim had jizz running down
his thighs.

Then they sat and talked about it. The men wanted to know how it felt to be
fucked by four men. They wanted to hear about Tim's first fuck. They
wanted to look at his hole every five minutes to see if it was
contracting. They wanted to know if this was going to be part of the
Saturday night parties from now on. Yes, it would be. From that week on,
the parties have been all-out orgies, except that Tim is always the only
bottom there.

------

A couple months later, Tim was home alone when the phone rang.

"Oh, hi, Tim. How's my favorite asshole today?"

Tim giggled. He recognized the voice as one of Uncle's friends. They
chatted a while. Tim really liked all of these men a lot.

"Are you coming to the party this week?"

"Well, Tim, that's what I wanted to tell your uncle. I wanted to, really
I did. But I just came by these tickets to a Broadway show I've been dying
to see. And they're for Saturday night."

"Aww, gee, that's too bad."

"I know. I'm sorry, Tim. But I should be there the next week. You be sure
to give your uncle the message, OK"

They chatted some more and hung up.

Uncle came home about an hour later and Tim told him about the phone call
as they sat on the sofa.

"It's too bad he has to miss our party."

"Yes, Tim. You really like him don't you?"

"Yeah, of course. You got nice friends. And he's really nice. I like how
he fucks me. But it ain't just that. He's a nice guy."

"I'm glad you like my friends, Tim. That's important to me. I never want
you to feel you have to do this, all this fucking, just to please me."

"No, I don't do it to please you. I mean, well, yeah, I want to make you
happy, but no, now you got me all mixed up. I mean I like to make all these
men happy. You know?"

"Yes, Tim. I understand. Oh, now I have some other sad news. Next Friday,
I have an important meeting in the city with a group of clients. I'm going
to be pretty late. Probably won't get home until after midnight. I've
never left you alone that long. I feel bad about this but I can't get out
of this meeting."

"That's ok. I understand." Tim and Uncle sat quietly for a
while. "Hey," Tim shouted suddenly, "I got an idea."

"Oh, no, what is it this time?"

"I can stay at his house Friday," naming the man on the phone.

"What?"

"Sure. I mean, he said he felt bad missing the party and all. And he
don't live too far away.  And he's real nice. And I like him and all."

"And he may be busy."

"Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that."

"Or maybe he doesn't want to babysit."

Tim frowned, "I ain't a baby." Then he said, "Would you ask him though?
Please?"

So Uncle sent Tim into the kitchen to start supper while he called the man
back, explained about his meeting and told him what Tim suggested. They
talked a while. When Uncle came into the kitchen, he said, "OK, you can
go."

"Yip-pee."

"Now you have to listen to him. Do what he says. He's being very nice to
us to do this."

"Well, if you're nice to people, then they'll be nice to you, so I'm
going to be real nice to him."

Uncle smiled. "He's going to pick you up before supper and bring you home
Saturday after breakfast."

"Wow! I can stay with him overnight? Will he let me sleep in his bed? I
wonder what we'll eat? I wonder how much he'll fuck me?"

"Slow down, Tiger. You'll find out all that on Friday. Right now you got
homework to do." With that, Uncle swatted his bare ass.

On Friday, the man came by just before Supper as promised. Tim had his
toothbrush and comb in a little bag, but otherwise figured he didn't need
anything. He wasn't planning to wear pajamas. Before they locked up the
house, they called Uncle's cell phone number to tell him they were right
on schedule.

"Now, remember," Uncle said to his friend but so as Tim could hear also,
"I'm only letting you borrow him for the night." Tim and the man
laughed.

But that's how it started. Every Friday night for the last two years, one
or another of Uncle's friends has borrowed Tim for the night. A special
quality time for both the man and Tim. A private time together. A time for
special meals, for special games, for getting to know each other, and for a
night of wonderful fucking.

Uncle makes all the arrangements with his friends, and doesn't tell Tim
who's borrowing him until he comes home from school on Friday. Tim says he
likes to be surprised. But he's been to all their houses now, and he likes
all the men. They are his friends now as much as Uncle's. They range from
age 25 to 50. Most are gay, but a few are married and borrow Tim when their
wives are out of town. Tim says they all treat him with love and
tenderness.

Tim doesn't mind the term "toyboy," but insists "I ain't no whore."
He says no one pays money to get into his ass. He lets men fuck him because
he wants to make them happy.  And they certainly are.

------

Last Thanksgiving, after the big meal, Uncle drove Tim's mother to the
airport to catch the plane back to Baltimore. Then he took cousin Lester
back to his home to spend a few days visiting with Tim. Lester had visited
them several times since his father died, but this was the first overnight
stay, and Lester, now 11, was excited. All the way in the car, he kept
cracking knock-knock jokes. They were awful, but Tim and Uncle laughed
anyway, and Lester loved it.

When they got in the house, they all stripped. Lester had discovered the
nude lifestyle on earlier visits and thought it was cool. He knew not to
tell his mom about it. It was a guy thing. He liked to prance around
wiggling his tiny ass and poking at his cousin's cock.  Uncle's cock too.

They dug out the twister mat and played that with Lester. And some of the
other games in the closet. They had pizza for supper and settled down in
front of the TV to watch a Three Stooges DVD. From all the excitement of
the day, Lester fell asleep halfway through the movie, and Uncle carried
him upstairs.

"Can he sleep in our bed?" Tim asked.

"I don't mind if you don't." So Uncle laid him down in the center of
the king sized bed, and he and Tim showered off and got into their
respective sides. Neither one was especially sleepy though. With Lester in
the house, they hadn't had any sex, and both were feeling horny. So after
a few minutes, they got up. Tim grabbed a pillow and knelt to give Uncle a
BJ. Uncle made a point to muffle his moans, so as not to wake Lester. When
Uncle finally came in Tim's mouth, Tim too released his own jizz on to the
pillow. They both felt exhilarated as they smiled at each other. Then they
heard it.

"Wow!" It was spoken in awe and in a high 11-year-old voice. The jig was
up. Lester had witnessed them. They sat down and began explaining the facts
of life to their new bedmate. No, he wasn't peeing in my mouth. Yes, we
both like to do this. No, that isn't the same as fucking, not really. Yes,
Uncle sometimes sucks Tim's cock. No, it doesn't hurt.  Well, we do it
because we love each other and it makes us both happy. The answers were
always just as honest as the questions. And eventually the question came
that they should have anticipated, but hadn't. "Then can I try it?"

They could hardly deny him after saying all they had. After all, they loved
Lester and he loved them. And they said it didn't hurt. That night Lester
had his first lesson in cocksucking. Of course, Lester didn't want to
swallow it. He liked watching the white stuff shoot up. He wasn't old
enough to have his own white stuff. Tim sucked his tiny dick anyway to show
him what it felt like. He said it felt funny, but nice. And of course, it
was impressed on Lester that this was one more guy thing, one more secret
to keep from his mother.

The next day, Lester had still more questions. He wanted to suck both of
them, and wondered why they had to wait to make more white stuff. He also
wanted to know if this ain't fucking, then what is? So in between
ejaculations Tim and Uncle carefully explained how grown men fuck. How,
when he got older, Lester would be able to fuck too. But not yet.

Once again, Tim and Uncle were blindsided. "Then show me!"

Tim looked at Uncle and shrugged. I'm game if you are. They sat Lester
down on the couch, and began a private show just for him, carefully
explaining each step. The foreplay, the lube, the penetration. Poor Lester
couldn't sit still for this lesson. He was a hands-on student. He helped
work Uncle's cock to erection, he poked around in Tim's jellied hole.  He
watched closely as Uncle plowed in.

I should explain at this point that for the last year or so, Uncle had been
fucking Tim bareback. After being tested negative for HIV, he decided that
since Tim was his only partner now, it would be safe. Tim felt it was much
nicer that way too. But for all of Uncle's friends, the condom was still
required. Uncle always protected Tim.

Uncle had invited three men over that Saturday, but told them Lester was
there and they'd probably just play cards. He told Lester that he could
talk to the men if he wanted, but if he was uncomfortable, he and Tim could
go up to the bedroom and play games, while Uncle visited with his
friends. Lester thought it was neat he was going to meet these men.  Maybe
he could tell them his knock-knock jokes. The little kid was a born
performer. He just had one question: "Do I have to wear clothes?"

Tim looked at Uncle and wondered how he'd handle this one. "It's up to
you, Lester.  However you feel most comfortable."

"Wow. Great!"

When the men arrived, they kept their clothes on even though they were
greeted by two smiling naked boys. Uncle decided to go halfway and wore
only a pair of shorts. Tim brought the men their beers while Lester sat
bare assed on the sofa between them and started rattling off the
knock-knocks. The men were delighted and showed him so. They laughed at
each stupid joke. They tickled their new playmate. They took turns sitting
him on their laps.

At one point, one man leaned over, put his mouth on Lester's belly button
and buzzed it.  Lester giggled uncontrollably and then made each one of
them do it. Tim and Uncle sat to the side smiling. "He doesn't look
uncomfortable to me." "Me neither."

Then one guest laid on the floor and told Lester to sit right on his
face. Lester complied of course, giggling. Then the man buzzed his naked
little asshole. "Wow! That felt funny! Do it again!" And again all the
men took turns buzzing the innocent boy's cherry as he squatted over their
faces. "I want to do that too. Can I please?"

"If I sat on your face, young man, you wouldn't be able to breathe! But
here, we can do it a diferent way." The man took off his pants and bent
over. He pulled his ass cheeks apart and told Lester to get in
there. Lester buried his tiny head in the man's ass and started buzzing
the man's hole. They both laughed out loud. By now all the men had their
pants off and leaned over to get their holes buzzed by this cute little
boy.

When the laughter subsided, the men stood up again and turned to their
little host. "You guys got nice cocks. You want me to suck them?" Tim and
Uncle burst into laughter, as the three guests dropped their jaws
bewildered. "I like to see the white stuff shoot up.  Please, can I?" So
Lester gave the men, Tim and Uncle their blow jobs. He thought Uncle shot
the highest.

"Tim, your little friend here sure knows how to make a guy horny. I gotta
have your ass.  Come on." So Tim got down in the doggy position, like
every other Saturday night and was fucked in turn by all the men
there. Lester watched each one closely. He even helped the men with their
condoms. Uncle made sure the men knew Lester's hole was off limits though.

It's been a few months now since Lester's first party. He's been to two
or three others since then. After Christmas, Tim was in Baltimore, and
Lester spent several days alond with Uncle. They even had a party then
too. The first one without Tim. But the men weren't too disappointed that
the asshole was missing. They loved the antics of the brash little kid who
gives great BJs and loves to see the white stuff shoot up.

Both Tim and Lester told me they'd love to hear from guys who read their
story. You can often find them chatting at the IRC #gay channel. Tim uses
the screen name toyboy16ny and is often there in the evening, though of
course not Friday or Saturday evenig when he's occupied elsewhere. Lester
goes by littlelester and is only able to chat when he's visiting his uncle
on school vacations. Tim's email is toyboy16ny@mailcity.com. Lester is
littlelester1@mailcity.com. And of course, I'm herb_cat@mailcity.com.