Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2007 11:21:06 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 9   (t/b  (oral/anal)

This is the story, completely fictional, of a young teen and his love for
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Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 9   (t/b  oral/anal)



Mike had promised Robbie they would go to the zoo on Saturday.  They
could catch the bus just a block from Robbie's house, and the bus would
take them into the park.  A short trolley ride would deliver them to the
zoo.  Robbie was so excited he almost bounced up and down in the bus.
People looked at the little boy and smiled.  And Mike smiled, too.

The first thing they did was ride the little train which went completely
around the zoo; they could see where things were, then spend the rest of
the day walking around.  They sat next to each other in the train car,
but it was so small Mike moved Robbie to sit between his legs.  As the
train swayed and bumped its way around, Robbie's little butt rubbed into
Mike's crotch, and Mike got a nice hardon.  Robbie looked around at him
and grinned once; he knew exactly what was happening.

Robbie was most excited about the elephants.  There were four in one
enclosure, plus a baby.  Mike held Robbie up so he could get a good
view.  They went next to see the penguins.  It was cold there, but Robbie
didn't mind.  He chattered away about the funny-looking birds and pulled
Mike over to see some puffins.

After the seals and sea lions and hippos, they took a break about
mid-morning.  They shared a big box of popcorn, and Robbie insisted
sharing it with the birds.  Then he saw all the ducks in the small lake
next to where they sat, and he went over to throw popcorn to them.  He
stood on the lower bar of the wrought iron fence and tossed popcorn as
far as he could, giggling at their antics and scolding them when the
ducks fought over a piece.

Mike just sat in the sun while Robbie enjoyed the birds and ducks.  And
he went over in his head all the thoughts he'd had since that night at
Robbie's when he was so shaken with the question of whether or not he was
like Al -- wanting to use boys for his own pleasure.

He admitted that he did.  He had discovered that summer that he was very
attracted to younger boys.  None of the boys he had sucked at the store,
though, had been as young as Robbie.  Perhaps the youngest was eight,
nine.  Yes, he had enjoyed it.  But so had they.  In every case, as far
as Mike could remember, he'd been sucking a boy who had never known any
kind of sex -- except for that older brother who had come back for more.
Well, there was Ricky, too.

He had taught them things they could do themselves, things that could
bring them the kind of pleasure boys enjoyed.  Was that wrong?  No, Mike
didn't think so.  Yes, he'd enjoyed the little cocks.  But they had
enjoyed their cums -- most of them having a dry cum for the first time in
their lives.  And he liked to think that they probably went home knowing
at least a little bit about how to enjoy their bodies.

He knew there was nothing wrong with boys playing with each other the way
he had been been playing with the boys at the store.  But, though he was
only 15, Mike was smart enough to know that was vastly different than
what Al had in mind.  Al would be thinking only of Al.

He knew that men fucked men.  And that men sometimes fucked little boys.
He looked over at Robbie, bending over to throw more popcorn, his little
bottom sticking out.  He shuttered.  He didn't want to think of what
might happen to a boy if Al got hold of him.

"Mike!  Mike!"  Robbie had been calling him, and Mike's mind had been
elsewhere.  "It's time to go see the monkeys now!"  Robbie ran up and
tugged at his hand.  Mike squeezed the boy's shoulder affectionately.

At the monkey house, they had circled the exhibits, but Robbie could just
not get enough of the animals.  He crouched in front of a cage as a
little monkey crouched immediately in front of him on the other side of
the thick glass.  Robbie was jabbering away as though he were really
having a conversation, and the monkey seemed to be fascinated with every
word.

Mike sat on a bench on the opposite wall and watched.  So, why was Robbie
different than the boys at the store?  Mike had taken those boys to
private places (without realizing that the fitting room wasn't private at
all!), and they had shared several minutes of wonderful sex, exciting
sex.

But Mike had never given a bath to any of them.  He'd never eaten a meal
or washed dishes with them.  He'd never tossed a ball back and forth in
the back yard with them.  He'd never talked to them about dragons and
superheroes.  He'd never held them on his lap to read a story.  He'd
never lain in bed with them.  He'd never felt...

And he had certainly never been as intimate with them as he had with
Robbie.  Mike's cock began to harden as he remembered licking and kissing
every part of Robbie's body, even that private place most boys would
never know about.

Obviously, he cared about Robbie.  They were friends.  It mattered to
Mike what happened to Robbie, what he felt, what he needed, what he
wanted.

Robbie came running over, ready for the next adventure.

"Come on, honey.  We've got all the big cats to see yet."  They left the
monkey house, got oriented again, and went in the direction from which
they could already hear roars.

Robbie stared at the three lions.  One was roaming the large natural
enclosure, and two were lying in the shade under a large tree.  For
apparently no reason at all, the male, who was the one roaring, would
stop every now and then, roar, shake his mane, and resume his pacing.

"Why's he do that, Mike?" Robbie asked.

"I don't know Robbie.  Maybe its because he thinks he's in charge, and he
just has to remind the other two every now and then.  Sometimes the guy
in charge thinks he has to roar."

After the tigers, panthers and other cats, they decided it was time for
lunch.  They went to a large food service area and got hot dogs and fries
and soft drinks.  There were plenty of picnic tables around, so they
found one to use.  As soon as they sat down, Robbie pulled his t-shirt
off.

"Why did you do that?" Mike asked.

"He's not wearing a shirt," Robbie said, pointing to a boy at another
table.  "And he's not either," pointing to another one.  "It's hot."

"Okay," Mike said.  And he tucked the little t-shirt into the waist of
his jeans so it wouldn't get lost.  Mike looked around at the other boys
who were eating there, most with families.  They were all nice-looking
boys.  But when he looked back at Robbie he realized, again, that Robbie
was something special, a boy so very attractive he had to be called
beautiful.  With no idea of what was in Mike's head, Robbie looked over
at him with a mouthful of hot dog and smiled.

"Now what?" Robbie asked when he was done.

"Well, we haven't seen the bears yet.  Or the snakes and alligators."

"They have alligators?"  Robbie's little eyes opened wide.  "Wow.  Let's
see them first.  But I have to go peepee before we do that."

They picked up their trash and tossed it in the barrel and headed to the
men's room.  There was no one in there when they entered, so Robbie said,
"Stand next to me, Mike."  He grinned.  The boys peed.  Amazing, Mike
thought.  At school or any place else, when I go into a rest room I don't
want anybody looking.  And here I'm so relaxed around Robbie I don't even
think about it.  He's watching me -- and I'm watching him -- and it
seems...right.

They washed their hands and left.  As they headed up the incline toward
the reptile house, Robbie slipped his hand in Mike's.

That was all it took.

That touch, that sensation of the small warm hand slipping into his
palm...  That feel of the small fingers stroking against his palm as they
sought a home...  That sight, the little dark-haired boy walking so
trustingly by his side, smiling up at him...  That was the moment...

Mike felt a huge indefinable swelling in his chest.  His emotions were
suddenly overwhelmed.  His eyes...  That was it.  He loved this boy.  He
really was in love with him.  That sense of love surged over him, filled
him so completely and suddenly.  Mike stopped in his tracks.

"What is it, Mike?"  Robbie asked.

Mike looked down at him and couldn't speak.  His eyes teared.

"Mike, Mike -- are you all right?  What's the matter?"

Mike's voice broke, and he had to struggle to get words out.  "Robbie,
honey...Oh, Robbie, I love you so much!"

He picked Robbie up and stood him on a bench alongside the trail, put his
arms around him, and kissed him.  He didn't give a fuck who saw or what
they thought.  He was so in love with this sweet boy...

"I love you, too, Mike,' Robbie said, hugging him.  "You're my best
friend.  You're my big brother. You're..."  He didn't know the words to
say.  "You're more than that.  I love you, too."

They stayed in that position for no more than a few minutes, locked
together, teen and boy, hugging.  And the moment was frozen, lasting a
lifetime.

As they walked on, hand in hand, Mike realized that he had found the
resolution; he knew the answer.  He had spoken the word "love" to the boy
when it had been spoken to him, but now he knew.  He was in love.

The rest of the afternoon flew by, and Robbie began to show signs of
being very tired.  That was a lot of walking for six-year-old legs!  They
sat on a bench to wait for the trolley, and Mike put his arm around
Robbie's shoulders.  It was right.  Robbie looked up and smiled a tired
smile.  Yes, it was right.

When they finally got home Mike got the dinner Adele had left for them in
the refrigerator and warmed it in the microwave.  They sat the table, and
when the microwave pinged, they moved their dinner there.  Robbie seemed
to have gotten over his exhaustion.  He chattered about all the things
they'd seen, as though Mike hadn't been there to see them himself.  They
did the dishes.

When it was time for Robbie's bath, they both went into the bathroom.  It
had now become standard procedure for Mike to get in the bathtub with
him.  Tonight Robbie really was a little dirty -- Mike was, too -- from
the heat and dust at the zoo.  Mike washed him carefully and let Robbie
do the same thing for him.  He toyed with Robbie's little dick -- it
never seemed to get hard in the tub unless it was played with -- and
listened to him giggle when he washed his underarms.

"Now you," Robbie said.  He was very serious as he washed Mike, cleaning
behind his ears and under his arms.  He told Mike to stand up so he could
clean his dick and balls, and they both watched Mike's young manhood grow
as the little boy caressed it.  Robbie leaned in and began to suck it,
and his hands went around to Mike's balls.

Mike let him play for a few minutes, then said they needed to get out and
dry off.  As usual, a naked Robbie ran bouncing out of the bathroom and
into his bedroom to get a story book.  As usual, a naked Mike waited for
him in the chair in the living room.

When Robbie scampered up on his lap, Mike said, "Robbie, tonight is a
little different.  Instead of reading you a story, I want to tell you a
story.  Okay?"

"Okay," Robbie said, with a curious look on his face.  He nestled down
against Mike's chest, curling his legs in his lap, to listen.

"Once upon a time there was a little boy," Mike started.  "He was the
most beautiful boy in the world. Everyone knew that.  He was a happy
boy.  He loved playing outside.  He loved reading.  He loved macaroni and
cheese."

Robbie looked up.  "This story is about me?" he asked.

"Well, it could be," Mike said.  "We'll have to wait and see.

Robbie smiled and cuddled back into Mike.

"The little boy met another boy one day.  He was an older boy who helped
him with things, and played with him, and threw the baseball with him,
and ate with him and read to him.  Once he even took the little boy to
the zoo.  The older boy didn't live with the little one.  But he was at
his house a lot."

"But the older boy didn't know about the magic.  Even the little boy
didn't know about the magic, and it was his house."

Robbie looked up.  "Magic?"

"Well, nobody knew about the magic.  The little boy was very smart,
though.  And he finally saw the magic, even though the older boy
didn't.  And then, it was the little boy who did the magic.  And it was
so magical the little boy didn't even know he was doing magic when he did
it.  That's how magical it was.  He worked a spell on the older boy."

"And after that, everything they did together was even better.  They had
been very happy before, but because of the little boy's spell they were
even happier.  And because of the magic spell they could be happy
together for a long, long time.  Forever after."

Robbie was silent for a minute, then he looked up again.  "It's about you
and me, isn't it, the story?"

"Yes, honey."

"But how did I do magic?  What is the magic?"

"The magic is that you decided to love the big boy.  And the spell is
that you finally got the big boy to understand just how very much he
loved the little boy.  The magic is love, honey."

Robbie remained silent again.  He looked up, this time with a very
serious expression on his
little face.

"I love you, Mike."

"I know, honey.  And I love you very much," Mike said.

They were quiet.  Something had happened between them, some new
understanding, some new awareness.  And it was as if that something were
a very solemn thing, a thing that needed to be recognized and
contemplated.

Robbie finally turned his face up and kissed Mike's lips.  Mike returned
the kiss, and soon they were deeply in each other, expressing a passion
neither of them could explain.  Their arms went around one another as
they held tightly.  Without breaking the kiss, Mike stood up and carried
his little lover to the bedroom.

He lay the naked child on the bed on his stomach and began lightly
kissing his shoulders, his back...so warm from the day's sun.  He licked
lightly at the small of Robbie's back, and he followed his lips down the
boy's round ass and sturdy thigh.  When Mike kissed the heel and smooth
bottom of Robbie's foot, the boy giggled a little and raised his foot.

Mike had held the small foot in his hands before and had marevled at it's
smoothness, at the curves, at the tiny toes.  He kissed the smooth, warm
sole and then each one of Robbie's little toes.  Robbie sighed when he
felt a part of himself inside Mike again.  Mike had sucked Robbie's big
toe into his mouth.

Mike had never known there was anything sensous about toes.  But Robbie
wasn't giggling anymore; he was sighing his beautiful sound that meant he
was thoroughly enjoying it.  Mike washed the toe with his tongue, then he
moved to the second toe.  He kissed it and licked it all over -- such a
small thing -- and then took it into his mouth.  The taste was...Robbie.
He sucked at the little stub of a toe, in fact about the same size as
Robbie's dick when it was fully hard.

Mike felt the toes brush against his cheek as he moved to the third one.
He loved the feel and taste of every part of this boy's body.  He sucked
the toe in and loved it with his tongue.  His fingers caressed the little
foot he was holding...so soft, so smooth, so warm.  The fourth toe was
just as delightful, and Robbie enjoyed it just as much, wiggling his toes
just a bit and unintentionally caressing Mike's cheek and lips as he did
so.

The last toe -- the little toe -- was so tiny Mike could hardly get it
into his mouth.  He circled it with his lips and licked the tip of it.
As his hand helt the boy's foot to his mouth, his other hand slowly
traced the curved of the calf to the inside of Robbie's knee.  Mike
closed his eyes as his fingers caressed that warm smoothness and his
mouth sucked at the tiny toe.  Yes, every bit of this child was
delicious.


As he gently lay the foot back on the bed, he resumed his kissing up the
other leg until he reached the two little globes of flesh guarding
Robbie's secret place, the entrance forbidden to everyone but Mike.  He
licked into the dark crack.  Robbie spread his legs, and Mike squeezed
the white globes and opened them.

He found the treasure his little lover always carried with him, the tiny
hole, the secret place.  He licked over it, then circled it around and
around with his tongue.  Robbie was moaning in deep pleasure.  Mike
licked faster, needing to find the taste and scent, needing to know it,
to love it.  His tongue pointed and pressed at the tiny ring holding the
entrance closed.

It might have been Mike.  It might have been Robbie.  It might have been
the exhaustion of their bodies.  It might even have been love.  The tight
little pucker relaxed.  It spread slightly for the warm tongue.  Mike
pressed in and felt the tip of his tongue surrounded by the tight ring.
He pressed more.  The ring opened for him.  The rosebud began to
blossom.  His tongue slid further in, slightly, just so slightly. But
enough that Mike -- and Robbie -- knew that a part of the teen's body was
now inside the boy, inside that entrance where no one goes.  There was no
question this time.

Mike's tongue was assaulted with the taste of boy waiting for him.  He
pressed deeper yet.  The little bit of flesh inside felt like silk,
velvet...  His tongue could hardly move now, but he turned the tip a bit,
and Robbie moaned louder and pressed against back his lover's face.  The
little gate to the boy would not open further, but Mike knew in his heart
he had been where he had wanted so desperately to go.  He had eaten of
the forbidden fruit of boy.  He had tasted the nectar, inhaled the scent,
felt the softness of boy.  Of his boy.  Of his love.  Of his Robbie.

He reluctantly pulled his tongue away, sucked a few times as the rosebud
closed, then kissed Robbie there. He rolled Robbie over and hugged him.
He kissed the boy's cheek and neck, kissed his way down to the young
chest.  He paused at the nipples to lick and suck gently.  Robbie groaned
and pressed his chest up against Mike's mouth.

Mike licked at the little bellybutton and kissed the bare and smooth
pubic mound.  And there, waiting for him, eager for him, was the tiny
boyhood of his lover.  He kissed it.  He slipped it in his mouth and
began to lick, suck, eat.  Robbie moaned and twisted and pushed at him.
Mike's tongue flashed back and forth over the tiny, sensitive cocklet,
and soon Robbie was in the throes of his orgasm.

"Miiiiiiiiiike...oooooooo....Uhhhhhhhh..."

The little body thrashed against Mike as much as the little boydick
thrashed inside his mouth.  He savored the sensation.  His tongue moved
more slowly, then stopped.  When Robbie's breathing calmed, Mike lay with
his arm across the boy's chest.  Robbie turned his face; the smile on his
lips and the love in his eyes filled Mike's heart.

Mike kissed the warm lips, and Robbie's tongue met him, inviting him in.
He entered -- entered the body of his little lover for the second time.
His tongue made slow passionate love to the child.

He placed his arm under Robbie's head when they broke apart, and Robbie
curled up against him.  Mike didn't even realize he was speaking until he
heard his own voice.

"I love you, Robbie...I love you...love you...I love you..."

The soft words became a lullaby, and Robbie drifted off to sleep and
dreams.