Sam the Ham

Man and Boy Chronicles

Four Short Stories

On a Boat With Nowhere to Go

A boat, a boy, a hot day, life is good

1,200 words (2½ pages)
Characters
a man (late 30s) and Grayson (12yo) codes Mb – cons anal

Owning a boat is an odd pleasure. You never use it much as you think you will and boy do you pay when something goes wrong. But it's worth it. Especially on a day like today. The sun was shining. The waves were calm, and I had a beautiful boy next to me. I could not ask for a better day.

Grayson was 12 years old, blonde haired and amenable to most things. Right now he was grinning out from under his hat wearing nothing more than a pair of swim trunks. His hand gripped the steering wheel just under my own larger hands. I could feel myself become hard, my cock starting to press against the boy's back. The boy seemed to know that too and leaned back a little. Peeling my eyes away from Grayson , I did a quick look around and then began to slow the engine. There wasn't anyone around as far as I could see and slowly the boat came to a general rest.

Grayson turned around and smiled up at me. "We alone?"

"I believe so," I said taking a slight step back. "You want to take some pictures?"

Grayson smiled wide, showing his front teeth. He liked having his picture taken. I retrieved the camera, and he struck several poses, flexing his muscles or just trying to look funny. Then he turned around and standing on his tiptoes leaned forward showing off his butt.

"Gorgeous," I said.

He laughed and slowly climbed up on the cabin and laid himself down. He was gorgeous, and he let me take a few shots of him just lying there with his head propped up with his hand.

After several shots he let his hand slip under his waist and slowly started to pull off his shorts. The sight was quite captivating, but I spared another quick glance around making sure no one was nearby. He threw his shorts at me to get my attention again. They hit my chest and fell into the crease of my arm. I picked them up with one hand as I set the camera down and inhaled them.

"You like how I smell?" he asked.

"I like everything about you." I responded slowly walking over to him.

My eyes started at his feet, ten cute little toes wiggling with excitement. Beautiful calf muscles, a nice round butt with an erect uncut cock sticking out from his body. His chest with smooth with small nipples and he had gorgeous red lips with the most piercing eyes. I was so hard it almost hurt.

My hand landed on his feet, caressing the bottom of his sole with my thumb. I lifted it to my mouth and gave it a kiss. He giggled and tried to pull away but I held him tight. He slid across the boat onto his back, curling up into a little ball. I took a hold of his other foot before pushing his knees back and raising his butt.

Slowly I leaned down kissing his scrotum before letting my tongue run across his perineum. He giggled and swore,. My tongue slid down his crack till I found his anus. It wasn't an unfamiliar destination and I could've sworn it flexed ay my touch like it was saying hello.

At first my tongue made slow circles around it. Then I added a little force, stretching it here and there. Finally the tip of my tongue pressed against his tight ring. I could feel my tongue slip inside him just a little and his moans told me all I needed to know.

I slipped my tongue in and out several times, venturing a little deeper each time. Then I slowly began to move back up his crack to his balls. His cock usually shot straight out, but because of his curled position, it was pushed more towards his stomach. I let go of his feet. He moved them so they were just over my shoulders as I began to play with his two balls moving them around with my tongue.

Unseen and unseeing, I felt for the lubricant I had put in a little basket nearby. Finding it, I undid my own shorts and let them fall around my ankles before stepping out of them. I ran my tongue up his shaft as I squeezed the lubricant onto my own. It had warmed up in the sun and I applied a lot, using my one hand to spread it.

Slowly I rose, lifting his legs up and pushing them back so his knees were almost touching his shoulders. It took me a moment to find good positions for my feet, but when I did, my cock was able to touch his anus. He laughed nervously, but his expression was relaxed and he smiled up, his beautiful eyes shaded by his hat.

Slowly I began to press against his entrance and he closed his eyes as the ring slowly allowed access to his warm insides. He was tighter than the proverbial eye of the needle. I slowly pushed in and watching his expression. A slight inhalation of breath and his eyes opening slightly meant I had hit his prostate. I stopped there, not quite fully inside of him.

"Do it, to me now," Grayson said through gritted teeth.

Slowly I began to pull out, his ring tightening around me like he didn't want me to leave. Once just the tip was all that was left inside, I began to push back inward. Grayson 's body tensed, and I could see muscles under his skin as he let out a little sigh. My pace was slow at first. I was able to watch as his cheeks filled with color, his little hands clenching and unclenching.

Slowly I sped up. His hands reached out for something to hold onto. His left hand found the railing and his right slowly moved his own crotch grabbing his erection and jerking himself off in time with my thrusts. I moved in and out faster and faster, his hand losing the rhythm with me. We were both panting and his little whimpers were becoming louder.

Then he let out a strangled little cry. His body tensed up and his ring sealed itself around my cock. He jerked his hand several more times and let out a moan as he reached his dry orgasm. Three thrusts later I fired into his bowels, his ring still tightly around my cock.

I wasn't sure how many loads I fired, but when I stepped back letting his legs fall to either side. I could see a little cum dribble out. I leaned over and he stared up at me. I bent down to kiss him but his hand stopped me.

"Not until you some mouthwash," Grayson chastised.

I smiled and chuckled. "You're right. You should clean up too."

Before he realized what I meant I had knocked his head off and scooped him up into my arms. With three long steps I was at the back of the boat and threw him over the side as I jumped into the water.

Mail Order

A man has ordered a special gift for the two boys in his life. It just arrived

1,600 words (3 pages)
Man (30yo), Max and Sean (12yo)
Mb – cons anal oral – toy

It was hard to contain my excitement. The mailman brought a very special package. I knew Max and Sean were going to be thrilled. At least I hoped they would be. How should I present them with their present? I smiled and decided to leave it in the bedroom set up for them.

They arrived that day together on their bikes. They parked them in the garage as usual. I stood in the doorway smiling and the two boys looked at each other. They knew something was up. "How about you dress up like Indians and meet me in the bedroom? I have something there for you."

Max and Sean looked at each other again and then Max ventured, "What is it?"

I grinned and turned around. "Well, it's a surprise."

Whenever the boys dressed up like Indians with their loincloths, it made it easy to access their precious treasures. They ran around the house almost naked not caring if they flashed each other as they played climbing all over the furniture and just being boys. All they had to do was lift up the front of their loincloths and they would get a blow job for me. I loved how their little dicks started limp and how big they grew. Max's penis in particular reminded me of a little sausage when he was hard. It was nice and thick. His foreskin slid easily over his glans. I pulled it back with my lips.

That day, I sat on the bed with the door closed. The boys burst in naked except for a little loincloth that covered the crotch. They came at me in a fury knocking me over on my back onto the bed. We rolled around for a while before they scurried away to kneel at the side of the bed.

"What's our surprise?" Sean demanded.

Sitting up I pointed over to a small bookcase in my bedroom and they both looked. On the top shelf devoid of any books were six butt plugs. They were red and blue, each with a matching partner of the opposite color. The smallest was a little thicker than my finger and the largest was a little thicker than my cock. The boys went silent for a second until Sean broke the silence.

"What are they?"

For the first time I felt a twinge of panic. I have played with their holes as I gave them blow jobs. I thought both had responded positively to it. Now, I wondered if I might have gone too far. "They're butt plugs," I said. The boys looked at me evidently confused and I added. "You can put them in your butt like I do with my finger, but you have to keep them in."

Max wordlessly trotted over to the bookshelf and picked the biggest one up. Sean followed his friend's example. He chose the smallest one to examine. At first, they squeezed them and then smack them against their hand. One of the boys laughed and the other one ensued. Max opened his mouth and did like he does when my cock slipped in it. It was differently shaped but he was able to get it all in. A second later he pulled it out.

"I think this one is bigger than you."

I smiled. "Yeah I'm about in between the second and third one. I figured if you too can fit the first two inside plugs and didn't mind it maybe I could be the third. I'm not saying today, but maybe eventually. You don't have to do it of course. You never have to do anything."

The boys looked at each other and in some way I could never understand communicated. Max turned his head towards me and smiled. "All right, let's give them a shot."

I had the boys lay on the bed on their knees. They each had a pillow underneath them and I stood behind them with a bottle lubricant with the two smallest toys. Max would get the red ones and Sean the blue.

I started with Max. First I coated the plus with lubricant being very generous. Secondly, I applied some to his crack, massaging his anus and even pushing one of my fingers inside. Sean abandoned his position to watch me. Spreading his cheeks I said. "I'm going to put the tip in."

"Okay," Max's voice didn't sound worried.

I slowly pushed the tip of the butt plug against his anus. I applied very little pressure. The tight ring shut tight but slowly started to open up allowing it entrance. "How's that?"

"Fine." Max said pausing for a few seconds before adding. "You can put more in."

I applied a little more pressure only intending to put half of it in, but once I reached the thickest part his anus seemed to just swallow the rest of it. There was a little gasp from Max. Acting like I intended it to do that I asked. "How is it?"

"Good. Put more in."

Smiling to myself I said. "It's all in. Get up, see how it feels."

Slowly cautiously Max got up. On his knees he shifted his weight from side to side and even though I was standing behind him, I could see an odd expression on his face.

"Can I walk around?" He asked.

"Let me do Sean first," I looked at the other boy showing off a wide grin of white teeth. He turned around and almost jumped back onto his pillow. He smiled obviously eager and not nervous.

I repeated the process and it went in the same way. I could see Sean was already getting hard. I didn't draw any attention to it and when he got up to feel, he had a little ten in his loincloth.

The boys started to walk around the room. There were cautious at first sort of glazed over. Max reached behind himself and pushed the base. His face lit up. "Sean, push against it. It feels great."

Sean did just that and the smile across his face was priceless. In no time, both boys were sporting erections. Sean's stuck straight out like a branch from a tree while Max's erection was pointing straight up pushing his loincloth out of the way.

Clearing my throat to get their attention I slowly got on my knees. Sean reached me first. I gave his cock a lick where the shaft met his balls. Sliding my tongue up its length I could hear him giggling. I pulled him towards me. He put his hands on my shoulders and I slowly picked him up just enough to slide him onto the bed. He bounced on the box spring and let out a little gasp of surprise as his butt plug moved inside him.

My mouth found his cock again and I felt his hands go onto my head. Grabbing his thighs I began to go down on him. Sean moaned as I stopped pushing and let the bed bounce back up. My tongue probed the little slit at the tip of his cock. I could feel him push up into my mouth and knew he had already climaxed. The sharp intake of breath, his hands tightening in my hair and his knees coming together were all signs of that. His penis softened and when I looked up I saw a new expression on his face. His eyes and mouth were wide open. Slowly he started to smile.

"That was like, awesome. I mean all, my butt."

"Anal, it can be wonderful," I said.

Max jumped up onto the bed forgetting what was up his ass. He jerked in surprise which only made him feel the object inside him and jerk again. He rocked back drawing his feet up onto the bed his arms back. I could see he was trying to push the butt plug into the mattress. I smiled admiring his weenie. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth letting my hands slide between his butt cheeks finding the base of the plug and pushing it further inside as I slid my mouth down his shaft. My lips peeled back his foreskin and my tongue flicked under his glans.

He laid back and I could feel my cock straining against the denim of my pants. Pushing the butt plug in and out I slid my mouth up and down pulling the foreskin along. He climaxed squeezing his knees together which just happened to be where my head was.

Both boys were flushed. I stood up hoping they would notice my cock needed attention. Max did after a few seconds sitting up and gestured for me to come closer. He undid the button of my jeans and pulled them down using my pockets as handholds. I wore boxers. Max positioned himself. He got on his knees and elbows before pulling the front of my boxers down freeing my hard cock.

Sean took an identical position next to him. Alternating, each one grabbed my cock and put it in his mouth. About five minutes of warm sucking later, my pre-cum decorated both of their lips. I squeezed my buttocks together trying to hold back my climax but I came when they were switching positions, both of their hands were on my cock and I shot my load right between them. It landed on their shoulders and they giggle. I smiled as they took turns rubbing onto each other knowing those butt plugs were a great investment.

Not a Bad Day

After meeting on the Internet, a minimum and boy decide to meet up to meet up. It's not bad

3,500 words (7 pages)
Man (late 20s) and Jack (12yo)
Mb – cons anal – diapers

Staring out the window that overlooked the parking lot I went over the list of why this was a bad idea yet again. I was in a hotel room waiting for a 12-year-old boy I met online. Of course, my mind also created the list of why it was a good idea. I had known Jack for a while now. We had exchanged e-mails, talk through instant messages and even Skyped each other. He had put on a few Webcam shows for me and I had done a few for him. We were friends. At least I thought we were.

The knock at the door startled me. I crossed the room quickly looking through the peep hole. Jack was on the other side and I opened the door with a stupid grin on my face. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I stepped back. "You want to come in?"

"Yeah," Jack darted past me and looked around the room. I could tell just by the way his shoulders were that he was tense. When I closed the door he spun back around. "I'm nervous." He blurted out.

"That's all right. I'm nervous too."

He let out a nervous laugh. "Why are you nervous? I'm the one giving up my butt."

I smiled and took a few steps towards him. Putting my hands on his shoulders I bent down to be at his eye level. "Jack. I wanted to meet you in person. You said you did too. However, if you just want to spend the day together that's fine with me. It's your decision. Understand?"

He stared at me for a second before brushing my hands off his shoulders. "You're always so serious."

I felt myself smile. "I just don't want to hurt you."

Jack smirked. "I don't think you would hurt me. I trust you. That's why I'm here. It's just," he trailed off for a second. "I'm a little nervous. You're different than I thought you would be."

"Oh, that's true. I went skinny dipping in a pond in the woods. Somebody stole my clothes and I had to run home naked. The rash of Bigfoot sightings was most upsetting."

Jack's smile was patronizing. "That's not what I meant."

"I tend to make bad jokes when I'm nervous."

"I know." Jack said. "It's just, can we just hang out for a while."

"Sure, we could go to the mall if you like? Catch a movie; maybe go to the park afterwards?"

Jack nodded, but then looked a little concerned. "I didn't bring a lot of money with me."

"It's all on me. Before we go I did get something for you." I nodded towards the suitcase on the bed. The lid was closed but unzipped. Jack made his way over curiously before flipping back the lid. His smile widened and I felt relief. "They're the right type right? I thought you might be tired of wearing your little sister's and like to wear ones designed for a boy for a change."

"Yeah, can I put one on?"

"Well, that would be why I got them. You can use the bathroom if you want."

Jack was in and out of the bathroom in about 2 min. and we were on our way to the mall. We were both nervous, we had known each other online for a while, but actually meeting in person was different. The movie Jack wanted to see was starting in a few minutes so I quickly bought tickets.

It was pretty good and we both enjoyed it. When we left the theater we were both feeling more relaxed. We talked about our favorite scenes and repeated our favorite lines. Jack acted out one of the more unique death scenes. Death by street sweeper was something that neither of us had seen before.

Then Jack spotted something. "Dick's! I keep forgetting I need goggles until I see the store."

"Oh, you like dick."

Jack caught on to the wordplay. "Yeah, I like dick. Do you like dick?"

"It depends on who it's attached to."

Jack thrust his hips out. "You like?"

"That one I do and I like what it's attached too." Jack's face turned red, but it was hard to see through his tan. Having no more ways to continue the joke I nodded towards the store. "Let me buy you a set."

"You don't have to." He spoke quickly.

"I know. I want to."

The swimming section was empty with a nice display of goggles. Jack asked what color he should get and I asked him which color he would like. He settled on the blue pair. They were high end so they should last a long time.

With that decided, I turned back to the display. "Hey, Jack what do you think of him? Is he cute or not your type?"

Jack looked at display that featured a photo of a teen maybe a year or two older than him. "He's all right. He's tall, that's nice."

"You like tall?"

"Yeah. Do you like him?" Jack asked me.

"He's not as cute as you, but yeah I would say he's cute." Jack was staring down at his soon-to-be goggles turning the packaging over and over. "You ever feel guilty about liking boys?"

"You mean like the same gender or liking someone under 18?"

Jack thought for a minute, "Under 18."

Unconsciously I looked around for a place to sit. Not finding one I put a hand on his shoulder. "Sometimes I do. I just try to remind myself that I don't want to hurt anyone. I just really want to be friends and stuff. Sex is a nice touch, but it's not everything. Do you ever feel guilty about sex?"

Jack shrugged. "Sometimes when I masturbate I have like fantasies; you know. I felt about some. Well sometimes I think about my friends. Ones who I know are not gay. It kind of feels strange you know? Afterwards, at least."

I nodded. "I see. That happens for some people after orgasm, they feel guilty. The easiest way to solve a problem it's just not think about them. Think about someone you know is gay or bi. Think about people you see, models and ads or just conjure up your personal Adonis. Not that you can always do that. If it helps just remember that a lot of your classmates are imagining girls in your class that way too."

"I'll try." Jack said.

After checking out we walked around for a little while longer until I spotted an interesting store. It looked like it had a lot of ancient stuff in it, little statues of dragons, jade jewelry, wall scrolls, and clothing.

"Let's check that one out."

"Why? It looks kind of boring."

"I have an idea. You may like it." I started towards the store and Jack followed reluctantly behind.

There were a few Chinese style dresses and some ropes, but they also have pajamas. There was one that looked like it would fit Jack and I thought they would look good against his brown hair. I pointed towards them as the clerk turned to greet us. "Can he try those on?"

"Certainly. The changing rooms are right over there." She pointed to a little alcove.

I took the pajamas off the rack and handed them to Jack. "Try them on. I think you'll like them."

Jack looked at me like I was crazy. But when he touched the pajamas, he looked at them instead. The material was satin, slick and smooth. I was thinking they might feel like a diaper. Jack rubbed some of the material between two fingers. "It feels nice."

"Try it on." I said.

There were four changing rooms that were down a little hallway. Jack emerged after a minute dressed only in pajamas and socks. It looked like he was about to go to bed. Holding his arms out to either side he turned around so I could see.

"You look great." I said.

Jack smiled. "I know that. What do you think of the pajamas on me though?"

I closed the gap between the two of us and lowered my voice. "I think they look sexy on you. How do they feel? I was thinking, well, you know, the diaper thing you might like it."

Jack rubbed his arm. "I like the feeling, but it doesn't feel like a diaper." He laughed. "I'm not sure how much sleep I would get in them."

"Best take them off before you make a mess in your diaper."

Jack shot me a look, but his anger wasn't genuine. He stood there for another minute and then I added, "Do you want them?"

Jack rubbed his arm for a minute that shook his head. "I couldn't explain them to my parents. Me buying pajamas would just be weird."

"Yeah, maybe you can spot them the next time you're in this mall." As Jack changed I thought about a world where he could just say, oh my older friend bought these for me.

When Jack emerged, we put the pajamas back on the rack. Jack said that he wanted to go back to Dick's sporting goods to get a basketball. After buying the ball, we left the mall for the park. A couple of teenagers were just leaving so we have the court to ourselves. The park was quiet as played one-on-one. Jack was good and I hadn't played in a while which negated my height advantage. We were on our second game to 10 points when Jack called a quick timeout to take off shirt.

"Hey, no fair!" I shouted.

"What?" Jack said giving me a quizzical look.

"You're trying to distract me with your hot body."

Jack slapped his abs. "You caught me."

We played another two games before settling into a game of horse. I was just about to take a shot when Jack spoke up. "You think it's weird that I'm a bottom?"

The question took me by surprise so much so that the ball nearly missed hitting the backboard altogether. "Why do you ask?"

Jack chased after the ball and did an easy layup before tossing it to me. As I copied his move Jack continued. "I don't know. Like I was watching some porn and this guy kept saying stuff like, taking you bitch and your ass is for pounding. I don't know; it was just weird."

I passed the ball to him. "That's just dirty talk. Some people like to talk like that and others people like to hear it. It's a turn on for them like you wearing diapers."

Jack made an easy shot and said. "So they don't really believe it?"

I moved to the same spot he had been and took the shot before answering. "Well, some do. But to be blunt, they're assholes. Some people view sex as an act of domination. I had a friend who is in a relationship like that. It's really sad because a lot of times he doesn't enjoy sex." I hesitated and then said, "What do you feel about your fantasies?"

"Nothing but net," Jack said taking his shot. The ball went in but only after doing a half turn around rim. "I don't think like that. It was just that one porn got me thinking."

"Porn doesn't really reflect reality. It's meant for fantasy. If it did reflect reality, pizza boys would work for free." Jack laughed as my shot went in. I waited until he made his shot to continue. "You know that's how it was in Greece. Sex was about power."

Jack retrieved the ball, but passed it back to me. "What do you mean?"

I missed my shot. "Okay the word pedophilia comes from the Greeks, it means something like child lover or something. You might read about it in school. Basically in this one area there was a practice of boy being taken in by men to be tutored and there was a sexual component to it. Of course, what most textbooks will leave out is that the Greeks viewed both anal and oral sex as demeaning. It was fit only to be performed by a slave. So the boys in the teaching situation would usually pleased their mentors by using their thigh or hands. It showed they were submissive to their teachers and paid respect, but it wasn't demeaning."

Jack thought for a second before preparing to shoot. "Off the backboard." He took the shot and it went in. "So like if two guys fell in love, they would never do that stuff?"

I shrugged. "Maybe they would; maybe they wouldn't. It was just a bit of a social taboo. Maybe the whole dominant thing is a remnant of that. Or it's a remnant of men penetrating women so the women are thought to be submissive. Me I prefer both. So screw them all. If I had to go back in time I would choose Japan. They had a lot of homosexuality and there were a few social taboos but they were different. There was like a ritual stuff, but they also had a class of men called women haters because they didn't want to sleep with women."

Jack asked a few questions about Japan as we continued to play. When the game finished, we found the shade of a tree to sit down in. We were both hot and sweating but Jack sat close to me. He was so close I could smell him and I didn't find it unpleasant. After a few minutes he leaned into me and looked up. I stared down at him and then he gave me a quick peck on the lips so fast that I couldn't react.

"Let's go back to the hotel."

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. Occasionally, he would laugh a little and so would I, then we both started laughing. One time I had to pull over because I was laughing too hard. When we got into the hotel room we both fell silent. After a minute I suggested, "Do you want to take a shower?"

Mac shook his head. "I just don't know how to start."

I closed the distance between us two steps and bending down place a kiss on his lips. I opened my mouth and brushed my tongue across Jack's lips. Jack opened his mouth and his tongue ventured cautiously out. Her tongue slid over each other and I swear I could've felt his individual taste buds sliding past mine. When we pulled back it was slowly. For a second there was a string of saliva connecting us together but it broke.

"You like?"

"Yeah," Jack said.

"Just say stop if you want too."

"I got it. Don't stop."

He grinned and I picked him up and tossed him onto the king-size bed. He bounced twice as I climbed on top and planted a kiss on his lips. My hand tugged his shirt off and folded over his head. He kissed him on the lips and then on the cheek and then down his neck. I gave him a lick, tasting the remnants of his salty sweat before going down to his shoulder and ending on his nipple. Using my tongue and lips I made it hard. Kissing across his chest, I did the same to the other nipple. My hands unbuttoned his shorts.

Sitting up I looked down at him, his face flushed, his breaths deep. I pulled his shorts down and he helped by bringing his knees up. Before he could put his legs back down I hooked them and took off his socks, his shoes having been left at the door. I held one of his legs close as the other ,fell back to the bed, and ran my hand down his thigh going for the diaper. My fingers went to the waistband and I looked back up at Jack. With his nod I pulled it free. To my surprise I found his erection there, all three and a half inches [9 cm].

"What did you do with your underwear?"

"Left them in the bathroom," Jack replied. "I thought we would be coming back here. I hope at least."

That comment got his face covered in butterfly kisses. I could hear him laughing and he kissed back where he could reach. My hand reached for his member as I kissed him. I rolled his balls between my fingers and stroked his shaft. When I felt pre-cum begin to emerge, I broke off the kisses and moved down to his erection. Sliding back his foreskin, I took his penis in my mouth. His member was hot and hard. I slid up and down his leg, feeling his pubic hairs brushed against my chin as my hand stroked his balls.

Wordlessly I felt Jack arch, pushing his member deep into my mouth as he climaxed shooting his load into my mouth. I took it and pulled off his member. Tossing my head back, I swallowed before looking back up at Jack. He was sweating again, his brown hair matted to his head and eyes glazed over. When his eyes looked at me though, he smiled. "Your turn."

Jack set up and I lay down on the bed. He mimicked me as best he could. My chest had a lot of hair on it and he buried his nose in it and inhaled deeply. When he took me in his mouth, he held onto my shaft with both hands. He sucked, he stroked, and a few times he pulled off all the way and rubbed his head up and down my shaft. When I came, my load was bigger than his, but he took it with only a little running out onto his chin.

I held up my arms and he fell into them wiping his chin on my chest. Then he kissed me as we lay down next to each other. It was a pleasant silence I could've stretched on for eternity for all I cared. Jack placed a hand on my chest playing absentmindedly with one of my nipples.

"I like your smell. Is that weird?"

"It's just pheromones. It's not weird at all."

Jack pushed into my side and I could feel his erection again. "It's making me hard."

"That's just because you're horny." He pinched the nipple he had been playing with. I yelped and swatted his hand away.

Jack rested his chin on my chest. We stared at each other with his erection poking into my side and my one hand stroking his back. "I want you in my ass. I want you to be the first."

The hand that had been stroking his back went on to his butt sliding a finger down his crack. He closed his eyes as my finger brushed over his entrance. "Are you sure you want me to be there first?"

"Yeah, I want to know what it feels like. I put fingers and stuff there, but I don't think it'll be the same."

"It'll be different, but similar too."

"Just show me," Jack said with his eyes closed.

I grinned. "I have a longer recovery time. You're gonna have to help me out."

Jack did so. With mouth and hand he made me hard again. I got up and Jack sat on the edge of the bed as I retrieved the lubricant. I squirted it onto my hand and slid it up and down my shaft. I turned back toward Jack and using my clean hand rolled him onto his back. His legs came up and I slid my arms under his legs. His feet came to rest on my shoulders. I kissed Jack's lips as my other hand strayed towards his ass.

My fingers probe his entrance. Spreading lubricant and pushing into him. Jack moaned through his kiss as my fingers did their work. Breaking the kiss, I sat up long enough to line up. Slowly I began to push into him. At first I could feel him tense up, so I stopped and rubbed his butt. When he relaxed I continued to push. Watching his face I could see when I hit his prostate and I stopped.

Leaning back down I kissed him again on the lips but then moved onto his neck and nuzzled it. My hands grasped his shoulders and I moved my hips closer to his. Slowly I pulled back and then pushed in. I could feel Jack's breathing change. His arms wrapped around my neck. I started to move into him faster and faster, going in and out. Moving less than an inch, but hitting his prostate every time.

Jack emitted little moans and grunts. His face twisted, squeezing his eyes shut like he was trying to hold back, but then he let out a little cry. His bowels tightened around my member, squeezing it into a climax.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly I started to hear us breathing again. I rolled over to the side, the bed squeaking underneath us. Pulling out of Jack's warm rectum, I slowly got up and retrieved a fresh diaper. I put it on him patted his crotch before giving him another peck on the lips. We lay down together, our arms wrapped around each other and stayed like that for a long time.

Sanctuary

Some parents can't accept the gay son. Mac is such a teenager. Fortunately, he finds sanctuary

4,250 words (8½ pages)
Man (30's) and Max (14yo)
Mt – cons anal

I pushed a pile of papers across the table. "Now, by signing you are not giving up any parental rights, you are simply assigning me as a legal guardian."

It was the wife who picked up the papers and started to read. Her husband glanced over at it a few times, but he was uninterested. He was a personal-injury lawyer and I would think he would be more interested. The room was silent for a long time as she read and that was bad. I have done this 37 times now and had started to notice patterns. It was the angry parents, those who didn't read or barely read the document inside quickly that in a few days, weeks or even a few months would try to reconnect. The parents who were calm and deliberate, they were usually more final. Usually.

The wife gave the papers to the husband who signed followed by his wife. I wondered if the husband had already read the paperwork. I like that thought and chose to believe it as the papers were handed to me.

"Well, please try to keep in contact. We encourage visits, phone calls, e-mail and anything else."

The woman smiled. "We will."

I had no idea if she was telling the truth or not. I produced another one of my small business cards and handed it to her again. "Call if you need any assistance in setting up lodgings. We have a deal with a motel about 15 min. away from the house.

"Thank you." She said again and this time the husband looked up at me to, but didn't say a word.

Standing from the dining room table I said, "Well, I guess we'll be on our way then." I glance over my shoulder into the living room and spotted a brown head of hair just popping up over the couch. Walking over to the couch I leaned over. "Are you ready to go Mac?"

At 14 Mac was short for his age. Sitting with his legs under him he was barely above the back of the couch and his wired frame glasses made him look smaller somehow. He was the type of boy that brought out my protective instincts, but there were few that didn't.

Mac did smile if sadly. "I guess."

Mac's belongings had fit in for boxes, two suitcases and a duffel bag. They fit easily into my Jeep. I've had boys come with more and I've had them come with less. Mac was quiet the entire time and as I pulled up to the end of the driveway I could see him looking in the mirror. I glanced to my own hoping to see one of his parents watching, but the sun was hitting the windows in such a way it was impossible to see. We pulled out.

When we came to a red light I used the cell phone to make a call and put it on speaker. Someone picked up on the third ring and I heard the prepubescent voice of Tom. "Roadkill diner you kill it we grill it Tom speaking."

Tom was a boy with spiky blond hair and a 13 had a nice cock a bit big for his age. He was also energetic, believed himself to be immortal and could be as fragile as glass when it came to emotions. He confided much to me both in and out of my bed. Now I smiled. "Please tell me you knew it was me calling."

"Of course, I'm not that dumb. Everything okay on your end?"

I didn't like the reference to him being dumb. He was average when it came to intelligence and more observant than most. 12 years of being told otherwise left it scars though. "Mac's with me. We're going to crash at a hotel tonight. Will everyone be okay you think?"

"You're not coming home?" He sounded a bit peeved. "You mean we could have kept the party going all night instead of tossing everyone out? You have to tell us these things!"

"There isn't too much damages their?" I ask.

"Some girl OD, but Josh and Dan are chopping her up and disposing of her in the garden. Other than that everything is fine."

I smiled at is sick sense of humor. "All right, if anything goes really wrong."

"We will ask Josh for help," Tom interrupted. There was a moment of silence before he said in a different tone. "I miss you."

"I'll be home probably before you get up. Try to keep the house intact."

"I well. Say hi to Dan for me."

Before I could say anything else he hung up and I glanced over at Mac who looked a little scared. I smiled trying to reassure him. "Tom has a weird sense of humor. He was joking about the party."

"Oh. Mac said before getting up to look. He's been with you for a year, right? I think that's what Darren told me."

I nodded. "Next week will make a year actually. He is the youngest one so far."

"How do you find them exactly? I mean like me, I became friends with Darren online, but" he trailed off.

"Well, we do have a website. This is a legitimate charity after all. I'll admit I troll around online a little, as does Darren." Actually I worried about him enough to have done some checking up on his online activities. The 15-year-old was as gentle as a lamb and as horny as a rabbit. The red hair on his head that was closer to orange was the only he kept. His face turn red as a ruby when he climaxed. That memory made me have to adjust myself.

"Yeah? On your website does it's a sleep with some of the boy you take in?" Mac said smirking.

I felt a little heat go to my face at that. "I don't deny that. I don't publicize that, but I don't deny it. Every boy in my custody knows. They're the ones who decide what if anything happens."

Mac looked away. "Yeah that's what Darren says. I look forward to having your cock up my ass."

"I look forward to putting it there." We both laughed at that and it was a good sound.

Mac wasn't a complete stranger to me. We had exchanged over 75 e-mails after Darren found him. The charity around small thing and I'm really the only employee. I provide a home for gay, lesbian and transsexual whose homes have become hostile. Well technically it was for all three, but I've only had one lesbian. Of the 36 males who have availed themselves of my service 14 had found their way into my bed. Sometimes it was only for a short time and other times it was for longer.

In theory they could stay until they were 18 and out of high school. In practicality surprising number went back home after a few weeks or months when the parents had had time to adjust. I kept an eye on them, but parents could be accepting some of the times. I found sometimes they just needed time to adjust to the idea that their son was gay or sometimes a divorce was necessary.

Some of these boys I knew would've ended up on the streets or worse and it did feel good to help them. I wasn't a saint by any means. I liked boys and if they were so inclined to find their way into my bed I wouldn't object. I had only turned two away. The first time it was because he was clearly trying to manipulate me and the second time was because it was the last thing the boy had needed.

"So, is there anything I really need to know?" Mac asked suddenly.

"About living with me? Nothing I haven't outlined. You keep your room clean and help around the house. You get a little allowance for that. You don't force anyone to do anything and you don't make fun of them. There's this one boy, Javier he 16 and likes to dress up in girl's clothing. It's important to me and everyone at the house that they can be themselves."

"Darren told me about that. So did you."

I smiled not quite remembering. I was currently talking to three teens. I tried to make my place a place of last resort. They had to exhaust every other option first. "It's something I like repeating." Over the years I've come across a few fetishes, most were kept in the bedroom. Diapers and bondage had both popped up as had furry. Cross-dressing was a bit more public, but he mostly kept to the house.

"So, let me see if I have all of them straight. Tom is the youngest at 13, Darren is 15, Javier 16 Josh is 18 and he sort of works for you and 3;" Mac trailed off.

"Alex, he's 15 too." It seemed everyone forgot about him. He was quiet and shy.

"All right. Darren told me a little about each of them. Can you tell me a little more?"

I guess Mac would be one of those who want to talk about anything but the situation he left behind. I knew it would eventually come around. "Well, Josh is about to graduate, but I sort of gave him a job. It doesn't pay very well but it's good to have another employee taking care of everyone. It looks good since I'm claimed to be a charity."Also Josh had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, but I didn't see any reason to mention that.

"Tom's energetic. He's also very horny and he'll probably try to hit on you. He's probably a bit shorter than you and has really blonde hair. Darren I know you see over the web cam and he's as nice as he seems. Javier thinks a lot about his appearance watches what he eats, but is a great cook and that's probably best for all of us. He's as nice as Darren I think. Alex doesn't talk much, but he really like sports. He's on three different teams at his high school and studies Aikido."

"And how many have you slept with?" Mac asked.

This was a more difficult subject. Anyone who entered the house knew about my interest, but I didn't like bragging about it. Then again it wasn't exactly a secret in the house either. "Currently I've slept with three that I have mentioned. However, I'm currently only sleeping with two of them, Tom and Darren."

"And me," Mac added.

"Well, I haven't yet."

The conversation drifted from topic to topic never staying on anyone too long. A lot of the stuff we talked about I knew he already knew, but he didn't want for there to be silence. He never talked about his parents. When it got a little too dark we checked into a hotel that had a small restaurant. We went there first before retreating to the room.

Our room was on the second floor and as soon as I opened the door a crack Mac darted forward into the dark troom. He flipped on the light before my foot had passed over the threshold.

"Arnold! There's two beds?"

I closed the door behind myself and shrugged. "One would've looked suspicious." He looked a little crestfallen and I hurried and added. "If you like, we can wait until we get to my place. There is a King size bed there."

For a moment he looked like he was considering it then he shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I just wanted to do it. I really want you to be my first." He turned to face me but his eyes were looking at my stomach. "So how do we start?"

I let my overnight bag fall to the floor. It took three steps to reach him. Placing my hand on his shoulders I used my thumbs to tilt his head up.

"Are you sure you want this? You know you don't need too. It's not a requirement. You can stay at the house as long as you need too."

"I know," Mac said. "You're nice, I want you."

Mac's lips were thin and a little parched. Still, they felt good against mine and I could feel my shaft become hard as steel. When I pulled back his tanned cheeks were flushed. "You can stop this, whatever you want." I emphasized the last three words.

"I don't want to stop this," Mac said his eyes drifting down to my crotch. His hand reached out and grabbed my shaft through my clothing. "It doesn't look like you want to either."

"Oh this is the porn script part of the evening?" I teased.

Mac cheeks turned a little red in his hand fell away. "I really don't know what to do."

"You do whatever feels right." Bringing my hands up I carefully took office his glasses and placed them on the countertop. A few cuts and a pair of broken glasses had taught me to be careful over the years. My hand drifted down and lifted up his shirt over Mac's head. He helped by lifting his arms up. His chest was hairless and ill-defined. His nipples were small and as the cold air hit them they perked up.

I guided him onto the bed sitting him down on the edge. Untying his right shoe first I pulled it off followed by his sock before doing the same to the left. As I tried to stand up his arm shot out wrapping around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss. He pulled me back unto him and the bed. My hands went to his pants fumbling at the button and zipper before pushing back away from the kiss and pulling the last of his clothing off.

Mac's cock was semi erect with a sprinkling of pubic hair about his shaft and a hairless sack. "A nice package," I said running my fingers just above his sparse hair. His penis started to grow and I made one large circle running my thumb over his balls and up his shaft. When I reached the tip I looked up at Mac who had his eyes closed. Leaning down I ran the tip of my tongue across the underside of his glance and brought my pinky back to caress the side of his balls.

I continue to stroke him, watching his face and Mac laid there with his eyes closed. Mac's face twitched as my fingers played a lot of his member. His breathing increased until he let out a little moan as I felt his shaft construct and a small amount of liquid came out.

He opened his eyes just as I was tapping my fingers in the liquid scooping it into my mouth. "Evidence," I said.

Just as I was about to close the door to his room I heard him call out. "Arnold?"

"Yes?" I said cleaning up the last of his spell.

"I want to suck on a cock. I'm a cock sucker." He let out a little laugh. "Or at least I want to be."

I smiled and I understood. "There's nothing wrong with that. You want to please your partner."

Mac smiled and then he surprised me. "I'm going to take a shower. Want to join me?"

The first thing that came to my mind was yes, but then I remembered the one detail I had not told him. "Are you sure? I have a lot of body hair. If you want we could keep it just like this." In truth I found boys in general to be more excepting than most of my older partners. Odd that, but there was.

Mac shrugged. "I want to see and besides it's only fair." He propped himself up on his elbows and nodded towards me. "Are you washer clothing at the same time?"

I got the hint. He was farsighted so a bit of a show was in order. Before I started I slipped my socks and shoes off. Aising to my feet and looked down upon the boy. Mac watched me like a hawk. Taking one last deep breath I started to pull my shirt up prepared for his negative reaction. When I pulled the shirt up and off I let it fall to the floor. Mac's eyes were glued to my chest and he smiled.

"Nice." Mac said climbing to his feet. He raised a hand and placed it on my chest feeling the hair. "It's soft. I kind of like it."

His hand felt nice on my chest both his words and actions had an effect on me. My erection was straining against my pants almost painfully. Mac noticed the bulge. He looked up at me. "Did I do that?"

"Yeah, you did.

He smiled his hand sliding down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. With both hands he unbuttoned my pants and started to tug them down. Once they were passed my hips they came easily and fell down to my knees exposing my hard erection sticking out through my boxers. Mac's right hand slipped around my shaft and ran his thumb along the underside of it.

"It's warm," Mac observed.

"It's the blood. Blood flows there and that's what makes it hard." Mac squeezed a little too tight and I jumped.

"I know that," he said shooting me a look before looking back down. "And that's pre-cum, right?"

Looking down I saw some clear liquid at the tip of my penis. "Yeah."

Before I could say anything Mac's hand darted forward his tongue sticking out and licked the tip and darted back as I jumped. "It doesn't have a taste."

I shook my head. "No, but cum does."

"Mind if I see for myself?" Mac asked smiling up at me.

There was a second before I could respond. "All right, but one I say now, pulled off and just open your mouth. All right?"

"Sure," Mac said opening his mouth. He took my penis head in. His lip's wrapping around it, tongue exploring. He took a little more and then a little more until he had half in his mouth and started bobbing up and down letting it slide in and out. For a first timer, he wasn't bad if nothing special. It only took a few minutes before I felt a sensation that made my toes curl.

"Now!" Mac pulled off just as I shot. Part of the first shot hit him in his mouth and the rest landed on his cheek and chin. My second smaller load hit him in the chest and he laughed.

"That was great," Mac said.

"Oh, you like that?" I asked.

Mac nodded and looked down at his chest. "Now I really do need a shower."

Mac's member was still flaccid as we both climbed into the shower. I helped wash his hair and his back; he did the same for me. It was nice. When we got out of the shower I dried him off with a towel all sitting on the toilet. As I was drying off his stomach he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.

For a second I was surprised but then I responded until he pulled away. "Would you like to put it up my butt?" He asked turning around.

I smiled and wrapped the towel around him and pulled him in close. He fell in my lap and could feel my growing erection against his back. "Are you sure you want me to be your first?"

Mac leaned back into me tilting his head to the side and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, I trust you."

I gave him a kiss on his cheek. "All right, if you're sure. Meet me in a bed, I will be there in a second."

Mac gave me another kiss on the lips and walked out of the room butt naked. I stared after him for a second before following. My bag held the lubricant.

What I walked back to where the beds were I found Mac's sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, head resting on his hands. I told him what I thought we should do and Mac agreed. He moved to the edge of the bed and rolled to his knees.

Taking a pillow I placed it under him so his butt was propped up a little. Opening the tube I put a little onto my finger and knelt down on the bed. Mac's his head was turned towards me and I gave him a kiss on the lips. He responded as my other hand spread his butt cheeks. I continued to kiss him as my fingertip felt around for his hole. Finding it I made small circles around spreading the lubricant. Mac's butt clenched, but I waited for him to relax.

Breaking the kiss I said, "I'm going to put my finger in now, okay?"

Mac nodded and I pressed against his rear entrance and watched as his expression changed. His butt clenched around my fingers as the first knuckle past his ring of muscle and his face squeezed tight as my finger went deeper. When my finger was in as deep as it could go I gave him a minute to get used to it and watch as his face relaxed.

I started to make small circle stretching his entrants.

"Oh, yeah," Mac said as I started to make larger and larger circles.

After a few minutes I stopped and began to pull out. Mac his eyes opened and he looked at me questioningly. "Are you ready for the main show?"

Mac wet his lips before answering. "Yeah, but you will stop if I ask right?"

"Of course," I answered.

Slowly I sat up and looped myself up. Standing I placed a hand on his back. Then slowly I began to push into Mac. At first there was some resistance with his ring, but once I got a little of my head in it slid in easily.

Mac moan as I pushed in deeper and deeper until half of my length was in and he jumped and gasped. At that point I knew I had hit his prostate and for a moment I just stood there holding that position until Mac relaxed. I was about 4 inches [10 cm] in and I pulled back 2 inches [5 cm] before pushing back and hitting the spot again.

For a few minutes I just moved slowly back and forth. Picking up speed my one hand snaked under Mac's body finding his hard shaft between my fingers. With each thrust forward and pulled back his shaft moved along with him. Then Mac's body tensed and I could feel his shaft twitch in hand as his butt closed around me. His climax pushed me to the edge and I fired into his rear as a warm flush came over my face. Slowly I pulled out of Mac, his body reluctantly letting me go.

Mac slowly rolled over and I scooped him up before pulling the sheets back and laid him down. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, but when I started too pulled away, he grabbed my arm. "Stay with me."

Smiling I slipped under the covers and laded next to him. Wrapping an arm around his stomach I pulled him close. His head tucked under my chin, his butt against my crotch as our legs intertwined. I felt his hand slide down my arm and came to rest on top of my hand.

The room silence was shattered by a whisper from Mac. "I really am a cock sucking slut."

The words echoed around the room or at least in my head. "Now, why would you say that? We may have only met in person today, but you can't say were strangers and what's wrong with wanting to pleasure your partner?"

Mac scooted closer to me as if he was trying to push into me and disappear from the world. "My mom said I was that. It was after they found that stuff on my computer. We were at the mall and a cute guy walked past us. I turned my head to watch him and she said it."

Of all the e-mails that he had sent, Mac had said little about his mother or either of his parents really. His father had become distant since the discovery of the porn on his computer, but as for his mother he had been silent.

"I see." I gave him a kiss on the top of his head. "You've slept with one person who cares about you and that doesn't make you a slut."

I wonder when you did become a slut. I have had 15 boys in my bed now, two as I grew up and another two my age as an adult before I had started the charity. Certainly 19 partners was a lot. But I cared for each. I wouldn't say I loved each particularly with the boys at least not as lovers. There was more to sex then physical gratification. Particularly with young boys, there's a more subtle thing at play. For some perhaps it was defiance and for others it was just affirming their identity. For Mac, I wasn't sure yet.

"Mac, there's nothing wrong with you."

The End