Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2013 13:18:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting A Foster Kid V

Here is the long awaited next chapter.  Sorry but when summer is upon me I
do have other duties. To let you know, there is one more chapter and I'm
pretty sure it's going to be the last. I've tended to lose interest, sorry
but that's what comes from having such a fertile mind. However, I've said
that before so consider that statement carven in rock and walked down off a
mountainside. Please enjoy the story. Feedback is always welcome but please
put the story title in the subject line.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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His arms were around my neck while mine rested on the globes of his
deliciously small butt but occasionally moved up onto his back or to his
crack, only to return to the fleshy orbs of his butt.  I really liked
Gillette's butt. Our mouths were pressed together, wide open and moving,
our tongues doing a pleasant dance in first one mouth and then the other. I
could hear soft moans of pleasure coming from deep in his throat, blending
with my own soft noises.

Gillette finally broke the kiss and backed his head away but only far
enough to be able to focus on my face; and me on his. His arms remained
draped casually across my shoulders, loose and relaxed. Gillette's amazing
eyes roamed across the features of my face and a very tiny smile began at
the corners of his sweet mouth. As I had gotten to know the adorably cute
young thing I noticed that his eyes picked up slight green flecks from time
to time giving them an intriguing look.

The smile on his face changed abruptly to one of pain while his arms
stiffened and his head went backwards. A louder moan escaped from his
throat as a wave of pleasure shot through his young body, catching him off
guard. As his head came back forward Gillette ground his ass against my
groin even harder causing my cock to go just a little deeper into his tight
hole and in the process pressing his rock hard boner into my belly. The
expression of seemingly pain on his perfectly clear and smooth face was
indeed one of intense pleasure. And then it was my turn to gasp as a
similar feeling emanated from my groin and rolled through my body like a
wave hitting a sandy beach.

Gillette pressed his mouth against mine again, pressing harder, moving it
more, while his arms gripped my neck and one hand went to the back of my as
if to stop me from getting away, as if I would even consider it. My arms
shot up and held him tightly, one across his upper back and the other on
his head, mimicking his position. Gillett rose and fell in conjunction with
the grinding, creating even more pleasure spikes for both of us and causing
louder moans. He finally broke the kiss and laid his head on my shoulder
and kissed my neck in little pecks all the while his waist in constant
motion.

"Oh fuck I love this so much Tanner," he gasped as another spike in
feelings came and went. He finally slowed down and then stopped. "Can you
finish us off on my back Tanner?" I knew that was coming and was more than
okay with it. From time to time Gillette loved to fuck me like he was,
starting out with me flat on my back then moving to the sitting position
that we were now in. But almost always we finished in the missionary
position with his legs draped over my arms, my hands flat on the bed and
Gillette's little asshole almost pointing straight up. We both loved the
position because it got me deeper inside of him and allowed me to really
just fuck the living shit out my boy. It allowed him to just lay there and
take my dick and it allowed me to do the actual breeding, something else I
loved.

I kept one hand on Gillette's upper back and the other went under his
tender tiny butt. Gillette tightened his grip around my neck and held on as
I got to my knees then lowered him down onto the bed. I bent my head and
kissed him deeply before moving my upper body back, putting my arms
underneath his knees then leaning forward again.

"Love me good my sweet lover, fuck my tight little ass good." Gillette had
taken to talking dirty when we fucked but rarely at any other time. I
proceeded to acquiesce to his desire. Well, not just HIS desire. I began
slowly, pulling out at least half way out of him before sliding back
inside. It was a medium pace but consistent.  I could feel my balls
touching his body before pulling back out and remembered back to the first
time that Joey had watched me fuck my boy in that manner.

"Holy fucking shit Tanner, that looks hot as hell," my friend had said. I
had agreed with him when Gillette and I had watched him fuck his boy toy
Luke in the same fashion. I was sure that he'd gotten the idea from
me. Gillette brought me back to the room.

"Oh man Tanner I love it so much when you fuck me. I love your big fat cock
in my asshole. Fuck me harder Tanner, fuck my boy ass harder with your big
cock." I did as my young lover, my boyfriend, my best friend in the whole
wide world asked. I began moving a little bit faster. I began pulling
almost all the way out of Gillette before slamming back into him.

"Oh yeah Tanner, fuck me like that, fuck me good and hard." I was gentle as
a lamb with Gillette at all times except then; when he was clear up in the
clouds of hotness and wanting my cock more than air almost.

"Oh shit Gillette," I said in a voice deepened by lust. "I love fucking you
so much. God I love fucking you."

"Tell me how much Tanner; how much do you love to fuck me?" Gillette was
gulping air and I knew that he wouldn't be too far away from cumming.

"More than life baby boy, I love fucking you more than life. I could never
ever fuck another boy whose beautiful tight ass could feel as good as
you. Fuck I love fucking your tight ass Gillette, your ass is the best fuck
in the whole world."

"Make me cum Tanner; make me cum from you fucking me. Shoot your hot sperm
in my ass Tanner make me like a little girl; give me all your gooey sperm."
Okay, that was new.

I fucked Gillette as hard as I could; the only sound in our room was that
of heavy breathing and of bodies slapping together. All of sudden Gillette
screamed out and indeed he sounded like a little girl. I felt his butthole
grip my cock just like it always did when he cummed and whenever that
happened I started shooting. This time was no different.

"Oh fuck Gillette I'm cumming; you're getting my sperm." I slammed into the
boy, hammered his ass, moved him on the bed with my powerful thrusts.

"Oh God Tanner I can feel your sperm shooting in me," he whimpered sounding
like he was on the verge of tears, which he might have been but damned sure
they weren't tears of sorrow. Gillette had whimpered like that on plenty of
occasions. When that boy cummed it left him like a wrung out old rag. I
felt at least 6 jets of sperm leave my body and enter his but I kept on
fucking him none the less, knowing that Gillette sometimes had a second
orgasm from me fucking him. Sure enough he moaned and shivered as I started
to slow down. I kept on going although it was very slow and tender, just a
little reminder that I was still there and still loving him. I lowered my
head and kissed him and Gillette kissed me then let his head fall back onto
the pillow.

I stopped movement then gently let each leg down. I worked my right hand
under Gillette's butt and my hands under his shoulders.  At the same time
he put his arms around my neck and his legs around mine just below my butt
and held tight.

"You ready," I asked him and he said yes. I rolled quickly, holding
Gillette tight to me then relaxed my hold once I was on my back and he was
resting on top of me. My cock was still about as far up his ass as it could
go and it wouldn't do but what he had to reach back and feel around the
hole, touching my balls in the process. Once Gillette was done exploring he
turned his head back around and planted his mouth against mine and kissed
me hard and deep. I ran my hands up onto his tender little butt and kneaded
the fleshy orbs then rubbed up onto his back where one hand stayed and the
other kept going. The second hand ended up at the back of Gillette's head
and rumpled through his thick hair. Gillette's hand rested against my
cheek, more for the contact than to keep in place, as if were going
anywhere. He finally broke the kiss and laid his head on the face of my
shoulder. I could feel the wetness of his cooling sperm against my
belly. Gillette was making more sperm than ever, although not nearly as
much as I did.

"I love you so much Tanner," he whispered. "Not just of the sex but because
of everything. I miss my mom, a lot, but you know what? If she hadn't died
then we wouldn't have met. It's weird to me to think that if I had to make
a choice it would very difficult to do." I didn't say anything, just kept
on rubbing his back and of course, his butt. We both felt my cock soften
then Gillette giggled and my dick squished out of him like a melon seed. He
didn't move off of me though and I didn't want him to. I liked having
Gillette lay on me, liked the weight of him, which wasn't much really.

"I love you too Gillette, really and truly." And I did. I knew it even
before that first time I fucked him.


We got cleaned up a little bit after the first time then we had Gillette
had fuck me. We did with me on my hands knees, like a dog does. It hurt
when he put his cock in me, even though he used some fingers first to sort
of get ready for it and that felt pretty good especially when he hit that
spot inside my ass. After a minute though it started to feel good and my
boner came back. After 3 minutes or so Gillette asked if he could fuck me
on my back so he could see my face. It was a reasonable request so we
changed positions. Actually, I liked it better to so I could watch his face
and see all the feelings he was going through. When he slipped his cock in
the second time it didn't hurt at all.

Gillette fucked me pretty good, and I liked it pretty much. Gillette did
too but as we lay in each other's arms after cumming he said,

"You know what Tanner? I really liked fucking you. It's an awesome feeling
but really, I loved having you fuck me better. I love your big hard cock in
my butt and how it feels going in and out and stuff and how your balls feel
when they whack me when you're fucking me really hard. I love how your cock
stretches my butt hole open and I love putting my fingers down there and
feeling it, feeling your cock as it goes in me. I can't really explain it
except that I love it so much, more than anything I've ever done in my
life. I feel so at peace after I cum and I can't hardly wait till I'm
making more sperms too." He snuggled further into me and we hugged a little
tighter.

"I know Gillette. I sort of feel the same way. I mean, I loved having you
fuck me, it's great but mostly I like fucking you. I do want you to fuck me
from time to time though, that is if you don't mind, but fucking you is the
best thing ever for me too." We hugged again and after a minute he said,

"Does this make us gay you think Tanner?" Gay was the word that people used
now, not queer, which was kind of like the word nigger as far as I
understood it. I leaned back away from Gillette and stared at his face in
the soft light.

"I don't know Gillette but ya know what? I don't care either." And I didn't
but really, the reason I didn't was because I hadn't considered that part
of it, the gay or straight part. It wasn't a topic that came up after that,
well, mostly it didn't come up.

I had spent a couple of days working on Gillette's pitching skills. I built
him a mound to work from as well as a target area complete with an outlined
batter's box. I taught him the basics, although he had played some
baseball. I mean, what boy hadn't in the early years of the 70's. But as
dead eye as he was throwing; Gillette couldn't bat worth a shit. Oh, his
dead eye served him well enough because he rarely missed the ball. His eye
hand coordination was excellent. The problem was power and experience; he
didn't have much of one and even less of the other. So we started working
on that too.

Baseball practice with Gillette had one more extremely positive point. It
explained the closeness that he and I developed which was apparently very
noticeable to the rest of our family because most of them made comments
about it. Notice I said "our" family.

"Things seem to be going quite well between you and Gillette Tanner," my
mother said one evening while we were doing the dishes. She was washing and
I was putting them away. My little heart skipped a series of beats at that
observation. It wasn't something that I had considered even remotely. "You
two are practically inseparable," she said with a smile. "I'm surprised
that he isn't sitting down here waiting for you." I was at a lack for words
but mom rescued me. "It seems that your father's request to teach Gillette
baseball was a good idea all the way around."

Although my mom didn't see it, I felt a huge sigh of relief. "Yeah mom, it
was. Gillette is awesome at pitching; he can hit anything he throws
at. He's better than I am." She chuckled again and said that was high
praise indeed. I think she was teasing me just a little. I went on to tell
her that I was going to take Gillette see to the little league coach for a
try out.

My middle school team was doing well too and I personally was having a
great year. I'd batted a couple of home runs a few doubles and some singles
and in many cases driving someone home. It was all good. Then there was the
cave.

We went down into the cave on most days for at least an hour, on weekends
that would extend to hours. I copped a flashlight from the barn because the
lighting was limited to most room. We did however find a store room, or
more appropriately, a large nook that held supplies and a lot of them at
that. Amongst other things we found some cases of canned food, and many
cases of light bulbs as well as strings of lights with empty sockets,
miner's hats with light bulbs and a couple cases of replacement bulbs. And
we found tools. There were a handful of shovels and picks and smaller hand
tools like hammers and such as well as a half dozen galvanized buckets. And
there was rope; coils of rope.

"Do you think someone was looking for gold or something Tanner," Gillette
asked me. It was a good possibility considering the Sierra Nevada's had
spawned the gold rush.

"I don't know Gillette but it sure seems like they were after something."
Because there were a number of tunnels that branched off of other tunnels
we had to come up with a way to find our way back where we came from.  We
could use rope but that would take a lot of time gathering it back up. In
the supply nook there were a bunch of wood stakes, the kind that are
pointed at one end so we each carried 3 or 4 of them when we went exploring
and if we changed tunnels we placed the stake in the entrance of the tunnel
we just left with the pointed end in the direction of where we'd need to
go.

In one of the longer tunnels we ended up in another large room and found a
bunch of drawings on a wall and they didn't look new. I figured that the
Indians had also been in this tunnel a zillion years ago.  Having just
studied cave drawings in history class I wondered if the drawings were
important historically and figured they were. I felt a little guilty about
keeping that to ourselves but I didn't want all kinds of other people in
our tunnel. Besides, mom would never let us down there again.

Last but not least was sex with Gillette which I can say was nothing short
of awesome. We did some form of sex play every day and sometimes we did it
3-4 times in a day, but generally that was on weekends. The more time I
spent with him the more I loved Gillette and loved being with him. Since I
had little experience with sex and Gillette had none, we learned stuff
together. By the time that Joey and Luke joined us on a sleepover Gillette
and I had done enough stuff together that we actually taught them some
stuff.

When one of us tried something new, it wouldn't do but the other one had to
try it too. The most significant of that, I think, was rimming although we
didn't know that term when we tried it. Gillette and I showered every night
and while I showered every morning, Gillette didn't always. We had learned
the fun of washing each other, giving each other a massage, and of course
washing every nook and cranny including each other's butthole.

"Oh gosh Tanner that feels so good," Gillette had moaned the first time I
had run my soapy fingers back and forth across his puckered little
hole. When Gillette did it to me I uttered pretty much the same thing only
I changed out gosh for fuck. It would be another 3-4 weeks before I took
the plunge and licked Gillette's butthole and became an immediate fanatic
about it.

How it happened was that we'd just showered and were lying on my bed making
out. Both Gillette and I liked holding each other; kissing and rubbing and
stuff. Gillette finally broke the kiss and since I was sort of above him I
started kissing down his neck and onto his chest. I had licked and sucked
in his nipples before and knew that he loved it so I did it again and got
him moaning and squirming all over the place. I rubbed his flat tummy while
I suckled but rubbed my way down to his cock and his balls and played with
them a little bit. When I finally moved I licked and kissed my way to his
little outie belly button, worked it over for a second or two then moved
on.

I got down to Gillette's cock, turned my head and just placed my mouth over
it and started sucking him, my free hand cupping and tugging on his balls
for added effect. For whatever reason, I decided to move between Gillette's
legs but I kept on sucking his cock and playing with his balls as I moved
over his leg and settle in between his pale thighs. I was on my knees
holding his cock upright so slid his foreskin up into a nipple and sucked
on it and worked my tongue at the little hole. The fact that the little
hole would stretch open far enough to let his cock head through was amazing
to me. I finally pulled the skin back and began licking all over his
swollen head like it was a lollipop or something.

"Oh gosh Tanner," Gillette moaned and pushed his hips upward then relaxed
back on the bed. I loved it when I could make him moan and wiggle. I
finally put his cock in my mouth and bobbed on it, taking the entire thing
into my mouth before backing off of it and doing it again. I couldn't suck
him like that for long cause I'd gag but I managed enough to get him
breathing heavy. I gave it up after a minute or two and licked my way down
his shaft to his smooth hairless balls and began licking all over them and
pushing them around with my tongue. I got another moan and then a loud gasp
as I sucked one of his nuts into my mouth, rolled it around a little then
let it plop out.

"God Tanner," he groaned. That was about the most swearing Gillette did,
unless I was fucking him I mean. I lifted his ball sac up and licked
underneath it and ran my tongue along that weird seam of flesh. I wondered
what that was for anyhow. It didn't seem to have much purpose. I still
don't know what made me do it. Maybe I was just curious.

"Pull your legs back Gillette," I told him, noticing that my voice seemed a
little hoarse. He did as I asked and without another thought I started
licking on his butt hole. Goddamn was that hot. There's no reason for it to
be but I went nuts licking his puckered muscle, exploring everything around
it and poking my tongue at the hole just like I did with his
foreskin. Looking at it I was amazed that I could get my fat hard cock in
it.

"Oh my god Tanner that feels so good," Gillette said softly. He reached
between his legs and got his elbows behind his knees to keep his legs back
and at the same time tried to pull his butt cheeks open even further. I
wondered for a second if it would be possible to fuck him in that position.

My mouth was getting sore but I wanted to keep going, I wanted to keep
tasting Gillette's asshole but I finally stopped and he let his legs
down. As I moved alongside him Gillette was in my arms like a shot cramming
his mouth against mine, shoving his crotch against mine and holding me
tightly. When he finally let go he said,

"Oh man Tanner you gotta let me lick you there. It feels so, so
incredible. What was it like doing it? It seemed like you really liked it."
I told Gillette it felt the same as he did, that it was incredible. I never
thought that I'd get so heated up over licking a boys' butthole but I did
and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I rolled onto my belly then rocked back onto my knees with my ass sticking
up in the air. "Gosh Tanner I love looking at you with your balls hanging
in the air like that. It's like a pair of apples on a tree or something,"
the boy said from behind me. I felt Gillette's hands on my butt cheeks,
then the cheeks being opened even more. Then I felt the swipe of his tongue
across my most secret spot and heard myself moan as intense pleasure shot
through my body. He worked all around my hole then down onto the underside
of my balls and I gasped from the feelings. I could hear Gillette moan
softly to himself as he worshipped my butt hole and I knew that he was
loving doing it as much as I had. To add to it, the boy tugged on my nuts
when he wasn't licking them so it didn't take long before I was ready to
fuck.

"Gillette, stop. I need you to fuck me right now, okay?" At that time
Gillette had only fucked me once or twice I think. To his credit Gillette
didn't say anything but moved to our nightstand and got the slippery lotion
stuff we used for fucking. One of the things I really liked about Gillette
was his intuitiveness. He didn't ask me if I needed to be finger fucked to
get me warmed up. He knew by my tone of voice that I just wanted his cock
in my ass; right then and there. He also knew that I wanted it from the
position I was in. Had I wanted to be on my back I would have moved to that
position and he knew that.

I stayed in that position, breathing heavy, a hand between my legs playing
with my hard cock or my balls and waiting for my ass to be filled. I felt
movement on the bed then Gillette's body touch mine. Without being asked I
moved one legs further out so he could get to me. "Raise a little Tanner,"
he said, his own voice deepened in lust. I did as he asked and stopped when
he said "there". His hand went onto my butt then I felt the tip of his cock
head right at my hole and a second later the head was inside of me. Again,
Gillette read my mood and didn't stop until his cock was all the way inside
of me. As much as getting fucked wasn't the best for me, when I wanted it
and got it, having a cock up my ass was great and that time was no
exception. The only sound I made was a groan of satisfaction. Gillette put
his other hand on my butt and proceeded to fuck me.

"Oh god Gillette this is amazing," I said, looking back over my shoulder at
him about 2 minutes into it. I returned my head to the pillow and let
myself enjoy being fucked for the first time by a real live boy cock. It
sure beat the shit out of my candle.

"It is for me too Tanner," my hot young boyfriend commented as he moved his
cock in and out of my asshole. "I think I'd rather look at you though," he
said. I told him okay so he pulled out of me slowly and I immediately
turned around and pulled legs back for him. Gillette got into position and
slipped his stone hard cock back in my butt with no pain at all and went
right back to fucking me. Gillette held one leg back and let the other
drape over his thigh and reached down to take hold of my cock and begin
stroking me.

I had loved watching the boys' smooth face as I fucked him and now I was
enjoying it while he fucked me. He was a mask of concentration his entire
being focused on the job at hand, so to speak. Still, it was a little
difficult for him.

"Hey sweet boy, don't worry about getting me off okay, just fuck me," I
told him and fuck me he did. He leaned forward and put his hands on the bed
next to my waist and really went to town. I wondered what it would be like
to have a bigger cock in my ass, say joey's size or even a kid from my PE
class named Jeremiah. That kid had the biggest cock of any kid I'd ever
seen and being in sports and stuff I had seen plenty. Every boy in our gym
class had commented on it at one time or another. In talking with Jere
privately he said it was almost 9 inches long.

"Fuck Tanner, I can suck my own cock," he said once.

"Well shit Jeremiah, I would love to see that," I said.

"Maybe you can have a sleepover at my house sometime," he'd said. I told
him that would be awesome.

"I think I'm gonna cum Tanner," Gillette said bringing me back to
attention.  I reached down and took hold of my cock and started jacking off
as Gillette picked up speed. The young boy was hammering my asshole and I
could feel his balls whacking against my body.

"Oh gosh Tanner oh gosh," he groaned. I could feel his cock swell up a
little and knew he was cumming which made me cum too.

"Fuck, me too Gillette," I groaned as thick wads of cum shot out onto my
belly.

"I can feel you cumming Tanner," Gillette said in a husky voice as he
continued to fuck me although he was starting to slow down. My sperm-out
was fantastic. Having Gillette fuck me had been fantastic. It wasn't
something I would want to do every day but from time to time I would want
or even need Gillette's cock inside of me.

He finally slowed way down and then stopped completely. We were both
breathing hard and neither of us said a word for at least a
minute. Gillette finally uttered a "Wow". I nodded my head in
agreement. "Should I stay inside you Tanner," he asked, which surprised me,
and again I nodded my head. I had him try to lay on me but of course it
pulled his cock out of me but that was okay because it allowed us to kiss;
a long tongue battling kiss. Afterwards he laid his head on my shoulder and
I just held him, gently rubbing up and down his back and of course onto his
delicious little butt. God I loved Gillette's butt.

"Gosh you are so incredible Tanner," he whispered against my cheek. "I love
you so much it makes my heart ache sometimes."

"I know," I said softly and moved a hand up to wipe the tear from my cheek.


School got out and summer baseball got in full swing, no pun intended. We
had gotten Gillette on a team, which was difficult given his total lack of
experience. But once the coach saw him pitch, and after he wiped ass, he
put Gillette on his team and had given me a position as a first and third
base coach. Gillette and I had worked out both verbal and hand signals for
the basics. Get ready to run; stay, slide and that sort of thing. Of course
he was pitching; any coach would have been a fool not to have the adorably
cute blond boy tossing for them.

 Down in the cave we had come across a bunch of rocks that were just about
the size of a hardball but weighed noticeably more. I didn't know what the
rock was but Gillette pointed out that if he practiced throwing them it
would build up his power, kind of like running in sand or with ankle
weights or something. So, that being said, we lugged about a dozen of them
out with us and kept them in a neat little pile. Gillette threw them at the
barn door just like he had the baseball. Goddamn but it was loud. The first
time he did it my mother came out of the house wanting to know what the
hell was going on stating it sounded like gunshots. Gillette practiced
holding 2 and rapid firing them, then tried 3, and then 4 but found 3 was
the magic number. He could fire 3 of those rocks in less than 5 seconds and
hit his target every time from 46 feet out, the regulation distance for
Little League players under 13. Gillette could hit the target at 60 feet as
well, the distance for 13 and older. He also practiced standing with his
back to the target then turning and firing the rocks. His accuracy wasn't
quite as good but was still in a strike zone. Gillette called it rafe for:
ready aim fire.  God Gillette was fucking amazing.

We played sexy down in the cave too. Sometimes we would strip naked as soon
as we were out of sight from anyone, staying naked until we returned. We
didn't fuck in the cave for a long time but we sure sucked a lot of cock
and shot a ton of sperm, at least I shot a ton, but Gillette contributed
too. We eventually got in the pool but stayed close to the edge. We did
venture around it, again staying close to the edge and as we got closer to
the waterfall we could feel a tugging in the water, a current. We quickly
changed direction and went back to where we had started at the edge of a
well-lit cavern. It would be some time before we would venture any further
and of course we would discover more surprises.

Joey came to Gillette's games to cheer him on and also ask me if I was
fucking him yet. "Goddamn Tanner I'd love to have those sweet lips wrapped
around my Johnson," Joey had said once. For some reason he started calling
his dick his Johnson. Weirdo. It was Joey who first noticed a guy outside
the chain link fence whose attention seemed to be completely focused on
Gillette.

I never did get close enough to him to see him clearly. He wore a ball cap
low over his forehead and a long sleeved shirt, beat up jeans and what
looked like sneakers but I couldn't tell. "Probly just wants to perv on
Gillette," Joey said, just like everybody `cept you Tanner." While almost
everything was about sex with Joey I thought it more likely the guy was a
scout for another team or even a high school coach. Gillette had caught a
lot of attention from the get go and his team drew more spectators than
every other team in the league. The guy saw that I was looking him but I
paid it no more attention and the next time I looked in that direction he
was gone.

Joey brought Luke to Gillette's next game and I had to admit the boy was a
real cutie. Joey had said that Luke was 10 years old and loved playing
sexy. "He moans real loud when I fuck him Tanner and tells me to keep doing
it and how good it feels and all that shit," Joey had said once, groping
his crotch when he said it. The boy had a soft but melodic voice much like
Gillette's but where my boy was blonde Luke had dark brown hair with a
modest above the ear cut that was longer in the bangs. His deep blue eyes
were highlighted by the dark blue ball cap that he wore. Luke wore a
leather bracelet on his right wrist that had rounded colored stones in it,
like the tip was cut off marbles or something. It was pretty cool and in
fact Luke seemed like a pretty cool boy.

"It's nice to finally meet you Tanner," he said. "Joey has told me a lot
about you." He looked around then leaned in and whispered, "Especially your
huge cock. I'd really like to see it sometime." I was a little shocked but
knowing Joey I shouldn't have been. "And Gillette is so beautiful," he went
on. "Maybe we should have a sleepover." Again, I was surprised but Gillette
came over so Luke introduced himself. I had already introduced Joey and
Gillette and of course he gave me all kinds of shit about fucking him so I
finally broke down and told him that I had been. Joey slugged me in the arm
while laughing.

"You dog, you held out on me. How is he? God I bet he's a hot little fuck."
I put my face right up to Joey's.

"Don't ever talk like that about Gillette again Joey or I swear to fucking
god I will knock you out."

"Okay, okay," my friend said as he quickly backed away. "You don't have to
be so sensitive, jeez." Joey got the message.

"I was just telling Tanner we should have a sleepover some time," Luke
said, still holding on to Gillette's hand.

"Yeah, that might be fun," Gillette said but I could tell he was
distracted. He said that coach was looking for me so we said goodbye and
headed off with Joey calling out after me,

"Sleepover; your house, don't forget." As we walked away Gillette said that
another kid had come up to him to tell him about a guy that was asking
where we live. We had stopped walking and were looking at each other. I
asked him to show me the kid and a few minutes later we found him. I asked
him what exactly the guy had said and the kid said that the guy wasn't
actually talking to him but he overheard him asking someone else. The guy
had asked where Fran Goin lived. I asked the kid what the guy looked like
but being a kid he hadn't paid any attention except the guy was wearing a
long sleeved shirt which was odd considering the temperature was in the
high 80's to low 90's, and he was wearing a ball cap. It had to be the same
guy that Joey had pointed out before. After the kid left Gillette asked me
what I thought. I told him I figured it was probably somebody that dad had
worked with in the past. My dad had traveled all over the world, met tons
of people and from time to time one or the other of them would show up for
a visit, sometimes stay overnight. Still though, they generally called to
make sure it was the right Francis Goin, as if there would be hundreds, or
to see if he was even in the country. We got phone calls like that all the
frickin time. We were listed in the phone book after all. I didn't dwell on
it because my friend Jeremiah stepped up.

"You must be Gillette," he said. "I been hearing all about your pitching;
mice to meet you I'm Tanner's friend Jeremiah." Gillette shook hand then
said he had to go and headed off to his dugout.

"Goddamn Tanner are you messing around with him?" I looked at my friend.
"Just saying dude, that kid is on fire he's so hot." I gave him a shocked
look. "What, you never played with a young boy? You don't know what you're
missing if you haven't." I was beginning to wonder if every boy I knew was
messing around with other boys, younger or not.

"You know what they say," Jeremiah said, "If you can't find a girl..." I
cut him off and finished.

"Find a cute young boy." We both laughed.