Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 11:05:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Cory DePalma <cory1040@yahoo.com>
Subject: "CHICAGOLAND BOY - Chapter 6" (Teen/Boy)
The Usual Stuff: If you don't like sex (teen/boy), then get
outta here! If you're under age your eyes shouldn't even see this
sortta stuff. This story is fiction; you'll go blind or maybe worse
if you read it. Dicks have been known to fall off from too much hand
attention. So get the hell outta here!
CHICAGOLAND BOY
By Cory DePalma
Copyright c 1999 by Corrado Vincenzo DePalma, Jr. - All Rights
Reserved
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Chapter 6
The visit and dinner with the Michaelsons went well. They lived
a very large home right on Lake Michigan; it was really enormous and
a total beauty. It had a dock and a large boat (hoisted out of the
water since it was wintertime), lots of rooms, two beautiful dogs and
a cute little kitten. I seemed homey and warm.
When we arrived at the house, my parents and Mr. Michaelson
hadn't arrived yet. The kids showed us the house and then the three
of them went upstairs to play. I eventually joined them for a
computerized game like Trivial Pursuit; we had of fun. Again I was
amazed at Huw's far-reaching knowledge and intelligence. One of the
questions that came up during the game involved the populations of
various cities of the United States.
We all knew that Chicago was no longer the second city, having
been replaced by Los Angeles as the number two in the USA. This led
to a wide raging discussion of cities and their sizes over the
centuries. Lyle took out an almanac and after looking at the list he
made disparaging comments about St. Louis and its position so far
down the list.
"Yeah," I said, "but according to the 1870 census, St. Louis was
the fourth largest city in the US. It was really humming back then."
"In 1870?" Lyle asked. "Why don't you go back a little further,
Cory?"
"Okay, okay, enough sarcasm, Lyle," I said. I challenged him.
"I'll bet you can't name the other four of the top five cities in
population."
"Uh, let me think about that for a while." He never did get all
five, and I told him just before we left. (1)
When we were called down for dinner, my parents were already
seated in the dining room. Mrs. Michaelson had supervised the dinner
and the elaborate setting of the dinner table. The Michaelson's had
a cook and a maid and who knew how many other servants. They were
very well off.
The meal was delicious. We all enjoyed it and for the second
time that day Huw ate foods he had never tasted before. He loved
everything served. In addition, the service was excellent and
everything was meticulously done.
After dessert was served and devoured the kids went off to the
television room and the adults went into the library; this included
me. Mr. Michaelson (I was supposed to call him Jon) became very
serious and so did my folks; I guess everyone knew what was to be
discussed except me. I knew that Mr. Michaelson, or Jon, was a
lawyer so I assumed that it had to do with Huw. I expected that it
would be about where he would be placed after we left Chicago. But I
was totally shocked by his statement.
"Cory, this has been discussed among the four of us, and between
Amanda and myself very thoroughly, and even with the kids, to some
degree. If it is satisfactory with Huw, we have found what we think
is the perfect home for him." He smiled at everyone present and then
looked at me. "We would like to adopt Huw into the Michaelson
family."
I was stunned! I was absolutely sure that they were going to
say that they found a nice place for Huw, but this family? Here?
They were going to try to adopt a black kid? Here? In this ultra-
white, upper class community? They were going to adopt a crippled
black boy? Did they know he was a street kid? Did they know about
his sexual preferences? And with a twelve year old boy in the house!
What the hell is going to happen between Huw and Lyle? How was Huw
going to be accepted by other kids in the neighborhood and at school?
I smiled a big, slightly artificial smile, stood and kissed Mrs.
Michaelson and shook Mr. Michaelson's hand. This was almost too much
to be believed!
The kids came downstairs as if on queue. Everyone was extremely
happy. Lyle and Fredrica had told Huw about their parents plan and
Huw seemed to be very, very happy. He walked around for the rest of
the evening with a big smile on his face and jumped around with Lyle.
They seemed very happy together. A big cake was brought out and it
was like a birthday party. I still had my doubts.
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In the limousine driving back to The Drake there was silence.
Huw was sitting next to me and I was holding his right hand in mine.
He was resting his head on my shoulder and he may have been asleep; I
didn't know for sure. I was slowly stroking the hand and it had the
usual effect on me.
When we got to the suite, Huw undressed quickly and got into
bed. He smiled every time he looked at me. I wondered if it was a
show or if the kid was really happy. I undressed, put on my robe,
and went to speak with my dad. He was in the library, having some
orange juice and smoking a cigar.
"I'm glad you want to talk, Cory. I think there are a few
things we need to clear up."
"Thank you, sir. I'm sure you know that I want to talk about
Huw and this insane business of the Michaelson's adopting him."
"Insane? Well, we'll see. I realize that's what you want to
talk about first. But I have something else I'd like to discuss with
you first. Is that all right?"
I hesitated a few seconds, then nodded my head.
"Fine," he said softly and began stroking his chin. "Cory, we,
your mother and I, know about your attraction to young boys - your
sexual preference, if I may be so blunt. This is really no surprise
to us and it shouldn't be a surprise to you that we know."
I nodded again and dropped my head to my chest. I was suddenly
feeling alone and miserable and frightened.
Dad came over, sat down next to me, put his arm around my
shoulder and squeezed me rather hard. "It's nothing to be ashamed
about or overly concerned with. We have accepted it and I know that
after years of therapy, you have accepted it also." He gave me a big
hug and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you Cory, and think that you
are a great person and have a really great future ahead. A really
great future." He kissed me again and seemed totally caring and
compassionate. "And I think Huw will have a great future with the
Michaelsons. You know they are a great family and Huw will be able
to perform up to his wonderful inborn capacity in that very
privileged household."
I looked at him. "Do they know that...that Huw is a street kid?
Do they know what that means? Do they know what that implies? And
how Huw earned money when he was on the street? I mean, besides
begging."
"Yes, they know. Jon is very, very thorough. He is known for
his thoroughness. And also for his scrupulous honesty and
integrity." He paused and looked directly at me. "They happen to
suspect that...well, that Lyle is gay. He's had some problems in
school already. Nothing serious really. But he was discovered him
with another member of the swim team a few months ago. He's been
going to a psychologist and, well, the psychologist says that the
prospect of bringing a gay youngster into the house..."
I interrupted his little speech. "You mean they're adopting Huw
as a...as a teacher...or a tutor...for Lyle?" I said indignantly.
"I wouldn't put it exactly that way, but yes, in a way. The
family really likes Huw, as I'm sure you can tell, and they're
interested in having him live with them very much. Jon called me the
next morning after we had dinner with them the other night and
expressed his, and Amanda's, interest in the boy. I think it's
really so...so excellent. What more could you want for your little
friend?"
I sat quietly for a moment or two. "Nothing," I said softly.
"I'm happy that Huw's found such a good home...and a loving home."
"Cory, I know you're disappointed in having to leave him. I'll
miss him too...very much. He's really a terrific kid, and a wonderful
person. But he will be in such excellent surroundings. I'm sure you
saw how well he and Lyle got along and what a great friendship there
is between them. It'll be wonderful and fulfilling for both of them,
I'm sure."
"I...I know it will be, dad." I embraced him, hugging him
tightly. "I know Huw will be very happy there. And he deserves it."
We said our good nights after a few more expressions of love. I
walked slowly back to my room. Huw was reclining in the bed with the
blankets pulled up to his mid-chest. He had his arms behind his head
and was smiling broadly. He looked so gorgeous...and so happy in that
bed.
"Whatja think of the setup, Cory? Ya know, me livin' with the
Michaelsons."
I paused and looked at him lovingly. "Well," I said slowly,
"besides missing you one helluva lot, I think it's very good for
everyone." I paused again and he gave me a great big smile. "What
do you think?"
"I likes it a lot. The kids is so friendly and so is Jon - er -
Mr. Michaelson - he told me to call him Jon. I don't know about her
yet - Mrs. Michaelson. She seem a little cold but I thinks she'll
come aroun'."
"I'm sure she will, Huw."
I shucked my robe and got into bed with Huw. He quickly cuddled
up with me and put his crippled right hand on my chest, rubbing one
of my nipples. "I'm gonna miss ya, Cory," he said with a distinct
sob in his voice and catch in his throat. "I'm gonna miss ya very,
very..." He buried his face in my chest and his speech was garbled.
I wrapped him in my arms and held him very tightly. I was so
taken with this kid, this intelligent, crippled and loving child. I
too would miss him very, very much and told him that. He cried on my
chest and I cried on his shoulder. We were quite a pair.
When he had calmed down he whispered into my ear, "I'm goin'
tomorra, Cory."
"Where are you going?"
"T'the Michaelsons. They's comin' for me tomorra. I gotta pack
all my stuff when they comes. Can ya help?"
I was again shocked. "You're leaving that quickly?" I asked
slightly panic-stricken. He nodded. "Wow! I didn't think it would
be that fast." God! He was leaving almost immediately. I was more
than a little upset. "Yeah, I help you pack up your things. That's
no problem, Huw. They'll probably bring some cases for you to pack
in. And I'll certainly help."
He cuddled up real close to me again and I loved it. I slowly
began to caress his back and his sides, knowing that this was our
last night together. I wanted it to be memorable, mostly for me.
But also for Huw. He knew that I want him more than anything in the
world and he began to massage my nipples with his wonderful crippled
hand. I absolutely adored the feel of that thumb and palm lightly
rubbing my hairless chest. God, the feel was so spectacular!
"Oh, God, Huw. I'm gonna miss you so goddamned much!"
"I'm gonna miss ya too Cory. I'll never forget ya. Ya done so
much f'me, findin' the Michaelsons and all, and ya make me feel so
great by bein' wit' me."
"And you make me feel absolutely marvelous, my beautiful Huw.
You are such a loving and wonderful kid. I really adore you, Huw.
You mean more to me than anyone...except my family, that is."
"And ya means more t'me than anyone too, Cory."
We grasped each other strongly and kissed passionately. Huw
rubbed his crippled hand through my hair and I loved it. I moved my
hand down his back until I was able to clutch his firm ass globes.
They were so muscular for a boy; they were a delight to squeeze and
manipulate. Huw was kissing me very hard and moaning as I continued
to rub his cheeks and slowly move my finger into his wonderful crack.
His body was so warm and so soft that I felt he was melting into
me; that we were merging in love and desire. I also knew that this
would be the end of our lovemaking sessions; tomorrow we would be
separated forever. It would not be easy to leave Huw; not easy at
all. But my logical side told me that he would be in a good home and
would not be living on the street. My emotional side (always the
stronger of the two, I must admit) kept repeating to me that I would
be losing the strongest love of my life, a boy whom I found to be
totally winning.the first person I had ever had real sex with.and a
soul mate.
"Cory, can we talk `bout somethin'. Somethin' that botherin' me
and `bout myself?"
"Sure, anything you want, sweetheart. But I thought you'd want,
you know, to have a little sex tonight, since it's our last night
together."
"We can do tha' afta we talks."
"Sure, no problem."
Huw sat up on the bed and looked at me very seriously. "I'm
worried about livin' with the Michaelsons, Cory. Theys so rich and I
don't even speak good. I don't think I can fit in wit' `em."
I knew I needed to reassure him...and I had to be completely
honest in all my statements. "Huw, I honestly do not see any reason
for you to be worried. You are an intelligent person and you are
young and you will adapt very, very easily. Being around other
people will help you improve how you speak, how you act (although
that's really very, very good right now) and other things.
Truthfully, I don't think you need to be worried about anything at
all."
"Yeah, but wha' abou' my...uh...you know, wha' abou' my thing...my
thing, you know, for men and boys?"
Here was a much more difficult question. I had to be totally
honest with him. I could not lie to him. "That may be a little
difficult, Huw. But I'm sure it'll work it out to everyone's
satisfaction."
Huw paused and looked at me with renewed seriousness in his
eyes. "Cory? I thinks that Lyle is...is gay. What do you thinks?"
"It's possible...it's very possible. Has he done anything to make
you feel this way?"
"He never done anythin', really. But...well, he says that we'll
have a real good time together...and that I can sleeps in his room
anytimes I wants."
"Does this bother you? I mean, sleeping together with him or
being with him?"
"I much rather be wit' you, Cory."
I smiled and leaned in and kissed him. "I know. But you still
didn't answer my question. Does it bother you?"
He shook his head. "No. It doesn't. I likes him a lot. He
seem like a real good person. He's cute and I really like his body a
lot." He gave me a shy smile.
"Great. Is there anything else?" He nodded. "Okay, what is
it?" He looked away and shrugged his shoulders. "C'mon, Huw! If
there's something else bothering you I want to hear it. Now spill!"
"They's Jewish. Ain't they?"
"The Michaelsons? I've never thought about it. Yeah, I suppose
so. Does this bother you?" He nodded. "This bothers you?" He
nodded again. "This bothers you. Why?" He shrugged. "Please tell
me, Huw. Obviously there's something on you mind."
He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. "Them Jews is
clipped, ain't they? Are they gonna clip me?"
"Clip?"
"Yeah, them Jews have the ends of their cocks cut off."
Now I understood. He was obviously afraid of being circumcised.
"No, no, Huw. The Jews circumcise their boys, they don't cut off the
ends of their cocks." He gave me a questioning look. "The foreskins
on their penises are cut off; not their dicks. I'm circumcised. I'm
sure you noticed that. The head of my dick is completely exposed."
He nodded. "You're not circumcised. You still have the foreskin on
your cock. And it's very beautiful. The head of your dick is
covered by the foreskin and I just love it." I petted his thigh and
Huw caught his breath. "If you convert to the Jewish faith, I
suppose you'll have to be circumcised, though."
"Will it hurt?"
"Yeah, I suppose so. But nobody's said anything that you have
to become a Jew. Did they?" He shook his head. "Okay then?"
"Suppose so. Did it hurt when it was done t'ya?"
"Can't really say. I was two days old when it was done." I
hugged him closely to my chest. "I'm sure the Michaelsons will love
you just the way your are. Just as I love you."
Huw started to get a little teary eyed. He threw his arms
around my neck and pulled me close to him. "And I loves you so much,
Cory. I didn't know there's anyone in the world as wunnerful and
loving as you. Ya been so good t'me."
I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him hard. This
was the last night I was to be with my wonderful boy. After
practically squeezing the life out of him, I eased up on the pressure
and kissed him delicately and tenderly on his beautiful, pouty lips.
I gently let my hand trace down his back until I was at the top of
his marvelously rounded ass. I squeezed those luscious cheeks, then
brought my hands to his marvelous boy equipment. I covered his
wonderful cock with the palm of my hand. I wiggled my palm and Huw
began to giggle.
"I loves when ya does that, Cory. Ya playin' wit' my foreskin
like that."
"And I love to do it to you, Huw. I think I'm gonna miss your
gorgeous equipment most of all. Of course, there is your beautiful
body...and your fabulous lips...and that wonderful hand. Shit! I'm just
gonna miss all of you!"
I took his cripple hand in mine and lightly ran my fingers all
over the surface of it. It was not a pretty hand yet it meant so
much to me - I love the shape of it, the feel of it, the taste of it.
This mutilated hand was the most erotic thing I had known in my life.
We kissed again and I squeezed him tightly to my body. I wanted
to impress the feel of this wonderful boy upon my memory neurons; I
never wanted to forget the special feel of him and the smell of him.
I wanted to always remember the fabulous love I had for him.
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The next morning I awoke to the feel of Huw moving his
beautiful, crippled hand gently over my raging cock. With his other
hand he cupped my balls and soothingly squeezed my ball sac. I could
not believe we were doing it again, after the extreme sessions of
last night.
It had been a night of fabulous sex and even more. It was a
night of great lovemaking.and loving.and tender embraces.and kisses.
As I fell asleep, I wondered how I would be able to live without the
love and deep affection of this fantastic boy. It was going to be
very difficult, and I was going to go through terrible withdrawal
anxiety.
We had enjoyed ourselves just about every possible way. I even
let Huw enter me for the first time. Of course he didn't come, but
the size of his wonderful boy dick was enough to give me great, great
pleasure. I'm sure he enjoyed it too. He reached an incredible dry
orgasm and almost fell asleep on me.
Now the next morning Huw was stroking my fully erect cock and
manipulating my balls with his marvelous crippled hand. I absolutely
adored the feel of that hand on me. I still could not get over how
sexy and delightful I found that hand to be. I loved it touching any
part of my body, but particularly love it when he worked it all over
my equipment. It made me calm and excited simultaneously. It was a
unique and exhilarating experience.
This morning Huw just jacked me off and the feeling was totally
thrilling. I came in a tremendous rush and fabulous release. I
couldn't believe it after last night. I hugged Huw closely to my
body and kissed him all over. The feel was so exciting and so
stimulating that I never lost my erection. This kid was a total love
machine.
We sat in the Jacuzzi together for about thirty minutes, then
showered and dressed. I arranged all of Huw's clothing and
possessions on the sofa in my bedroom and waited for the Michaelsons
to come for him. I sat rather despondently in the living room
aimlessly flipping through the channels. Huw was nervous and kept
pacing and looking out of the window.
He came over to me and snuggled up just after the call from the
desk that the Michaelsons were on their way up. I kissed him lightly
on the lips and rubbed his back gently. He looked into my eyes. "I
love ya, Cory. I will never forget ya and wha' ya done for me.
Never!"
"I'll never forget you, my beautiful Huw." He smiled that
delightful smile of his. "You brought a wonderful light into my
life."
His eyes began to get wet and a tear rolled down his cheek.
"And ya brought me...ya gave me a life wort' livin'."
The End
This is the final part of "Chicagoland Boy". I hope you've enjoyed
the story of Cory and Huw, their friendship, their love and their
happy futures.
I'd be thrilled if you'd send me an e-mail and tell me what you
think. E-mail: cory1040@yahoo.com
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(1) During the course of the story I mentioned that St. Louis,
MO was the fourth largest city in the United States according to the
1870 census; it beat out another mid-western city by only a slight
margin. This is explainable since it was very soon after the
American Civil War and there was a tremendous westward migration
underway. St. Louis was a major staging area for those going west
and it grew tremendously.
My question is as follows: In order, what were the five largest
cities (in population) in the United States according to the 1870
census? I've already told you number four. Be careful, one of them
may seem to be a real ringer. Send me your answers. There are no
prizes except my thanks and your acquisition of additional knowledge.
Thanks,
Cory