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event may contain graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults 
and MINORS  Any resemblance to any particular individual or 
anatomical part is just your over-active imagination.  

Some of the following story depicts unprotected sex.  It's fantasy.  
You are reality.  Practice safe sex.  I do not condone either incest or 
child abuse.
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Grand Opening!1
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It was back in 1986 that we were still finishing up the construction 
of a new luxury hotel in a resort area of southern New Mexico.  
Workers were mostly finished with the major working of the 
building and we had guests for our grand opening week.  

One of the female entertainers had a young son who managed to 
entertain on his own when his mother was out at work either at this 
hotel or at another where she had continued to work.  Arrangements 
were made for her and her son, Paul, to stay in a room of the hotel.  

In the meantime, my living quarters were one of the last to be 
completed.  The kitchen, which was not high on the needs list, since 
we had a great room service kitchen, was yet to be finished.  It 
adjoined the small living room with only a piece of cardboard to 
block it off to protect the new furnishing from all the goings on in the 
kitchen.

Bob, an older fellow, who knew his business, was checking out the 
plumbing and electrical that the contractors had done.  Before it 
would be approved he wanted to make sure that I had the best small 
kitchen available to me, not that I was into cooking mind you.

It was not unusual to find young Paul keeping the contractors or the 
hotel maintenance people company.  Bob was not an exception.  

I spent little time in the small apartment that Bob was working in 
the kitchen for and he knew that.  It was not until late at night that I 
would return to take a shower and literally crash.  Day after day that 
was my routine.

Unexpectedly, I had a need to return to the room to change clothes 
since I succeeded in getting my dress pants brushed against some 
powdered sheet rock.  The white stuff did not go well with the dark 
pants I was wearing so I excused myself from my rounds in the new 
building to change my suit.

It was about three in the afternoon and I would have been expected 
to be in or around the kitchen to see that the dinner and dining room 
were in order for the evening meals for the guests.  Also I would 
usually pock around to see what I might order for myself later that 
evening.

Most employees were familiar with my schedule so my going to my 
little apartment would not have been a usual occurrence.  

As I entered the apartment I went directly into the bedroom to find 
a clean suit from the closet and laid it out on the bed until I could get 
out of the soiled one.  Just to check to see if I had watered my plants 
in the window in the living area, I took a plastic watering can from 
the bathroom counter.  Without my shoes on I was silent as a mouse 
walking into the living room.  I went directly to the plants to check 
the moisture and add a bit more for them.

While I was watering the plants I heard some unusual noises coming 
from behind the cardbooad door to the kitchen.  The cardboard had a 
few holes in it so I walked over to see if there might be something 
the matter with Bob.  And of course my stocking feet on the carpet 
made not a sound.

I stood at the cardboard and peeked through a small hole to see if 
Bob was there.  My line of sight was not good at that point so I found 
a bit larger hole about a foot lower and to the left side of the 
cardboard covering of the doorway.

What I see left me staring to first comprehend what I was seeing.  
Then once I knew what I was seeing I could not move a muscle.  I 
was fixed on the sight of Paul laying flat on his stomach with his 
head in the crotch of Bob.  Bob was on his back as he was working 
under the sink counter across from the doorway that I was standing 
at.  His legs were spread open and his pants were unzipped so that 
Paul could work his hot young mouth up and down on the hard 
muscle extended from his crotch.

As I had said, I tried not to move a single muscle, but one had a 
mind of it own.  Undoubtedly, that muscle of mine was swelling 
uncomfortably within my soiled trousers.  I found my hand 
automatically rearranging the contents of my cramped crotch.

'What the heck', I thought to myself, 'I might just as well get it out 
and see to its needs before it gets to hurtin' more'.  I reached my 
hand inside my opened zipper and took out my hard seven inches of 
uncut meat.  The leaking was just starting and did not mess my 
underwear.  

My leakings were a delicacy that I made sure were not wasted.  I 
wiped the back of my hand across the tip of the head to recover the 
sweet juice as it continued to leak from me.  I quickly licked the juice 
from my hand and let the flavor enlighten my taste buds.  It was an 
unconscious act as I continued to view Paul working over Bob.  The 
youngster of about twelve, at the most, was doing a right 
professional job of getting Bob to a boiling point.

Suddenly, Bob stiffened, making both Paul and myself aware that he 
was about to shoot his love juices.   I kind of expected that Paul 
would get away from the tube that was preparing to shoot, but he 
just held on tight with both hands up and under Bob's butt muscles 
and forced his mouth down the to base of that penis until it was flat 
against the grayish brown pubic growth showing from within the 
opened pants.

Soon Paul had all that Bob was going to offer from his spent testicles, 
at least for the while.  Slowly Paul slid his lips to the top of Bob's 
softening member.  I could tell that Paul was still sucking for what 
he could get and letting his tongue move around the head to pick up 
and last taste remaining.

Truthfully, I was so busy that I never had any close contact with 
young Paul, but I thought about how nice it would be to start a 
relationship with the kid.  Knowing that there were late nights that 
his mother would be entertaining and leaving Paul to his own 
devices.  

There were a few times that I recall being up on the floors for some 
reason and seeing Paul coming or going.  I paid little attention since 
he was very much a little gentleman each time we met.  He always 
had a great smiling face.  His bright dark brown eyes seemed to so 
perfectly clear.  I thought that next time I will take more interest in 
Paul and be sure to look closer into his eyes. 

After all that stimulation, I could take no more.  I slowly and still 
quietly backed away from the doorway with my hard muscle in one 
hand and the other catching the drippings.  Once I was back into the 
bed room I let me hand pump my muscle to a conclusion.  With a 
handful of tissue I let the most of my sperm fly into it.  

Hurriedly, I made my way to the bathroom in time to get cleaned up 
and take a satisfying leak into the toilet.  As I put the tissue into the 
bowl, I pushed the flush.  Without thinking the noise was sure to be 
heard in the kitchen since the doors were still open.  I expect that 
both Paul, if he was still there, and Bob might know that I was about 
the apartment.  I wondered what they might have thought or said to 
each other.  

Oh well, such as life.  I made a fast change over into the clean suit 
and left.

It was less than a week later that I happened to meet Paul coming 
down the hall on the third floor.  Just to start a conversation, I asked 
if his mom was on duty for the night.  He replied that she was not 
around much and that left him to keep himself from getting bored.  
The point he made was that he walked the halls for something to do 
and some exercise.  I admitted that his quarters might not offer 
much space for exercise for a young lad his age.  In the back of my 
mind I was thinking about the exercise I had seen him doing in my 
kitchen.

The night was getting late, but I thought to ask if he wanted to join 
me for a snack before we turned in for the night.  He said that his 
allowance was not enough for him to do that.  I told him that he was 
not expected to pay if I offered.  He was a bit embarrassed at first, 
but I told him that he could treat me another time.  It was a bit 
funny that Paul would think that I would pay for our snack.

Too be a lot bolder I told him he could come down to my apartment 
and watch the late news while we had room service deliver our 
snack.  He was not sure about that, so I offered to call his mom 
before we went down.  Paul was afraid to disturb her for that reason 
and I told him that I knew her boss real well and he would not mind 
if we went by the show to see that she knew he was to join me for a 
late night snack before bed.

It was surprising that Paul did not know that I was that boss he was 
concerned about.  In fact he was to find out that I was the boss of the 
whole show, which included all of the hotel.  The company that 
owned the hotel was owned by me and a couple other associates.  
The associates had money invested but I also had my time invested.

Paul and I went by the ball room and stage to find his mother.  We 
found her on the side of the stage watching an act.  When she see me 
with her son, she immediately asked if he was into some trouble.  

I put her at ease and she recognized who I was coming into the light 
from the side of the curtain.  She was very polite and called me by 
name.  At first Paul retreated into himself, not knowing who I was.  
It was easy in a large hotel to not be known by people who did not 
work with you directly.  I think Paul was embarrassed.

Breaking the ice with his mom by letting her know that I invited 
Paul to join me for a snack, relieved him some.  She went on to say 
how he was a good boy and was good company for her when she was 
not working, which was most of the time.

I told her that if she did not feel comfortable with Paul joining me in 
my apartment I could either go to the dining room or wait until she 
could join us.  She apologized immediately, but saying that she did 
not mind that someone took some interest in her son.  She hoped that 
he would not be a bother to me.  I smiled at her and told her that if 
he was a bother, I would send him to his room.

Pauline, Paul's mom, told her son to be sure to behave.  I told her 
that he would be just fine and that I would see that he was in his 
room after the news and weather were over.

With that Paul and I left the stage.  I asked Paul what he liked for a 
snack so that we could order it on the way to my apartment.  He 
thought it would be earliest for my to just have a small ice cream 
Sunday or maybe a banana split.  I said that he could have both if he 
did not get sick from them.  He giggled and said his mother would 
kill him if she found out that he had that much sweets.  I tended to 
agree with his mother and told him to give it some thought until we 
got to my quarters.

As we got to the apartment, Paul told me that he had been in the 
kitchen with Bob once about a week back to bring him some lunch.  I 
felt like telling me about the lunch I see him getting from Bob, but I 
had to let that go.

He asked if I lived there alone with which I confirmed that I did.

Paul set into motion a lot of questions as we sat and waited for our 
snack to arrive and during the commercials on the TV.  Before the 
evening was over he knew more about me that anyone else in the 
hotel.

I found out that he was not twelve for about another two months.  I 
was very surprised that an eleven year old would have such an 
appetite for guys.

Paul did home study with his mom and did not have the fellow 
students for relationships.  It was a bit sad knowing that he had a 
lonely life.

For the next week, each time I see Paul he let me know how much he 
liked our visit together.  And each time I see Bob I thought about 
how I had seen him with Paul in my kitchen.  A few times I see Bob 
with his arm around Paul as they talked and walked between work 
projects.  It looks as if Bob was taking Paul under his wing.  I felt I 
might as well leave the kid alone and not bother befriending him 
much more.

There was a chance that I needed to speak with someone at the stage 
one evening and Paul' mother was there.  She made it a point to see 
me as I was about to leave the area.  She told me that her son was 
still talking about our visit together.  I told her that I expected that 
Paul would have forgetting much of that evening by then.  She said, 
"Oh, no!  It was a main event for him and he hopes that you have 
him in again.  I told Paul not to be bothering an important man like 
yourself.  I am sure you have much more to do than put up with 
some kid, but I appreciate taking time with him like you did."

With that she was called upon stage for her act and I went on my 
way.  As I walked away the thought of inviting Paul back to visit was 
more and more pressing upon me.  Suddenly, I turned the corner of 
the lobby and see Paul walking about four rooms ahead of me.  

"Hey, Paul, you a little hungry?" I inquired.  The boy stopped and 
turned to face me with his usual smiling face and big bright eyes.  He 
was a sight to behold standing there.  That night he was wearing a 
short pair of shorts that were very revealing even for a boy of his 
age.  

As I approached him I put my hand on his shoulder and asked again 
if he was in the mood for a snack like we had that other night.  I told 
him that we would have to wait until his mother finished her act 
before we could ask her.  Paul spoke up quickly and said it was okay 
with her if he went with me again.  So I took that as a 'yes' and 
asked him what he wanted for his snack.

After about half a minute Paul told me he would only take a drink of 
soda since he ate late and was not really very hungry.  He asked if I 
minded him not having a snack with me.  I told him that it was wise 
of him to decide not to eat too much and that we could both get a 
soda and see what the news was and see the weather together.

The evening went much as it had before with one exception.  Paul 
fell off to sleep before the weather was over.  I let him sleep for a 
time while I got ready for bed myself.

When I woke him and told him it was time for him to got to his 
room, he asked if he had to leave right away.  I told him that I had to 
get up early and that I needed to go to bed right away, but agreed 
that I was not tired enough to turn in right away and that he could 
stay for a short while longer, if his mom did not get upset about him 
staying longer.

Paul said he was fine to stay longer since his mom would not be 
getting off work for another two hours.  She had another two 
performances that would end at about one thirty in the morning.  I 
told Paul that I could wait up for only another hour at most and then 
he would have to go home.

All the while I got the impression that the boy was checking me out.  
Under my robe I wore only my undershorts and no shirt so he could 
easily see that I was nearly nude.  I had no thoughts about it as it 
was my usual nighttime dress before going to bed.

All the time I sat on the chair off the corner of the couch, Paul sat at 
the far end of the couch.  Each time I looked in his direction his eyes 
were not on the TV, but he was watching me.  It made me somewhat 
nervous, not knowing what the kid was thinking.  

My thoughts went back to the day when I see him with Bob in the 
kitchen and as they did I started to swell in my crotch.  The way I 
was sitting I had to work at hiding myself and Paul seemed to sense 
what I was moving about to rearrange my crotch contents and keep 
myself covered.

The light from the TV and the lamp were enough to make us both 
visible to each other.  The boy was noticeably hard within his short 
shorts and he did not seem to mind that I could see him like that.  I 
was almost embarrassed for him, but his innocence was very 
appealing to me.

'What to heck,'  I said to myself.  'If this kid is not ashamed of his 
inflation then maybe I should not be either'.

I moved my leg to allow my robe to naturally open a bit to display 
my undershorts and my own bulge.  He did not bat an eyes as he 
looked my way.  There was not a single doubt that he could see me 
and take in all my package.  He eyes were glued to my crotch for a 
few minutes.  When his eyes met my, he smiled bigger than ever 
before.  There was a discernible flickering gleam in his eye.

That had to stop before I was out of control and the kid got ideas 
about something that was not to take place, with me at least.  I told 
Paul that I was getting too tired to stay awake any longer so that he 
needed to go to his room.  I lied of course about being tired.  

Paul gave me a great big smile as he got up from the couch making 
sure that I could see his erection under his flimsy shorts.  He did not 
try to change my mind and made his way to the door and said 'good 
night'.

To be sure, that as soon as he left, I bolted the door and made my 
way to the bedroom to spread out across the bed and relieve my 
swollen muscle.  Once I shoot my load I fell off into a deep slumber.
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The next morning I woke with semen crusted over my midsection 
and on my hand.  It was a rare thing that I would go to bed in such a 
messy condition.  I must have really been tired not get up and 
shower before going to sleep.

Anyway, after a quick shower all the evidence of the night before 
was gone.  As was my schedule, I made my way to the dining room 
for a hardy breakfast.  To my pleasant surprise Paul came in shortly 
after I sat down to await my order.  He boldly made his way to my 
table, pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down saying, 
"Good morning Mr. Stone.  How was your night?"

"It was just fine, thank you", was my reply from behind a newspaper 
that I placed to the side of the table.  "You are up bright and early.  
Are you usually up this early?"

"Had to get out to let Mom sleep in.  I stay away until she has some 
breakfast and it is time for my school lessons.  She get nasty some 
morning, so I get out and leave her alone.  You ever been married?", 
asks Paul of me.

"You get kind of personal don't you?!  I am married to my work and 
have not found anyone to put up with me yet.  How about you?  You 
got someone special in your life?  A girl friend, maybe?", I inquired 
of Paul.

"Naw...ain't old 'nuf for that mushy stuff."

"You do like girls don't you?", I queried of him.

"Just don't like their mushy ways.  My mom goes mushy on me 
enough."

"Well, what are you doing for breakfast?  Are you going to join me?"

"Only if yo don't think I am beggin' ya."

"You want me to beg you to have breakfast with me?"

"Don't be silly, Mr. Stone.  I just don't want my mom to say that I 
have been taken from you.  She is kind of strict about that."

"Oh, don't you worry about that.  I will be careful that she knows I 
invited you and not the other way around.  You look like you could 
use a bit to eat."

"You bet I do."

The waiter was on his way in our direction to serve another 
customer so I let him know that he could get an order from my 
young friend and bring both orders at the same time.  In the 
meantime I asked that he bring a small pitch of orange juice and a 
few slices of melon to keep us interested.

Paul and I chatted for a few minutes about not much of anything 
until the melon and orange juice was delivered.  Between Paul's 
many bites of melon and swallowed down by orange juice he told me 
most of the history of how he and his mother came to be there.  I 
found it interesting, but asked few questions or made comments.  It 
was his time to express himself and I was thinking about the rest of 
my day of work.

Breakfast was served and Paul made quick of making an egg omelet 
with toast disappear.  The kid seemed to have a hollow leg or two.  It 
made me smile to see him eat so well.

"Tell you what, Paul, I can use some assistance for awhile this 
morning.  Are you able to help me out some?"

"What ya need o' me?" he managed to ask between bits of fruit 
added to the table.

"Well, I have all these reports to carry around with me.  I was hoping 
to find someone to help me carry them.  Do you think I could have 
you do that and keep me company too?  It would be a great help to 
me.  Let us say I am letting you work off breakfast."  I negotiated 
with him.

"Is that all you need?" he asked.

"YUP!' I responded in his mannerism.  "Can you make check marks 
too?"

"Sure can.  You want me to check things off for ya?"

"Sure do.  When you are ready we will get to work.  Then when your 
mom is ready you can go to your lessons.  A deal, Assistant Paul?"

Paul gave me a big smile and said, "Can I take a banana with us?"

"I chuckled and said, "If I don't get driven to bananas too!"

He just laugh a little and got up from the table and took a banana 
into his hand.  "I'm ready, boss."

It must be known that I was fully capable of carrying my clip board 
and checking off items, but it was much nicer to have Paul's company 
and see his face and body next to me.

We went to my office just off the main lobby.  Paul was very 
impressed with all the equipment and space in my office.  I let him 
take a good look before I announced that it was work time.

The next hour and a half was a pleasant time for me with my new 
assistant.  Before I knew it, it was time to return Paul to his mom.  I 
walked him to his room as he let himself in.  Then off to work to get 
my mind back to my alone routine.  

There were many people to interact with in the process of operating 
a resort hotel, especially as it was still an uncompleted building in 
many respects.  There was always those few daily meetings with 
staff and department heads as well as contractors.

It did not seem long before my lunch meeting and the afternoon 
were coming to an end.  With all the activity, I had very little time 
for personal thoughts and Paul.  And then it was time to check in 
with the kitchen to see if they needed anything before the evening 
meal rush and see what I might be having for my own meal.

I went back to the front office to see what was happening with the 
guest numbers before going to the kitchen.  As was usual I had 
messages to deal with and prioritize call backs.  One of my messages 
was from Bob the contractor who was checking up on the other 
contractors and worked directly for the hotel to see that everything 
went together as planned and in proper operating condition.  He was 
the same guy who was serviced by Paul in my private kitchen some 
weeks before.

Bob's call back was not as urgent as a couple of others so I put it 
aside until I could get back to it.  Perhaps my inner mind thought of 
keeping him for last or maybe I was concerned about meeting with 
him.

Before the close of the day, I phoned Bob to find that he was on 
another call.  Rather than stay one hold I told the person who 
answered that Bob could call me as soon as he was free to.

In about ten minutes I was informed that Bob was returning my call.  
I was reluctant, but knew I had to talk with him.  

Bob greeting me with a happy voice on the other end of the line and 
told me that he wanted to show me around the building as he had 
finished most of his inspection.  And matter of factly, he said that it 
would be good for him to familiarize me with new appliances in my 
new kitchen.  He ended by asking when I could fit him into my 
schedule, adding that it could be after working hours if that was 
better for me.

I told Bob that I was free to accompany him later that afternoon.  He 
said he would meet me at my office sharply at 4:30 PM and would 
need no more than an hour for the tour of inspection.  I agreed and 
hung up.

At exactly the appointed time Bob arrived at my office.  We shock 
hands and off we went on the building tour.  There were only a few 
things to explain to me before we ended up in my new kitchen.

Before long we were in a conversation about the problems he had 
found under the sink.  The sink drain was not tight and therefore 
each time water was flushed down the drain a few drops leaked onto 
the floor beneath it.  And while he was under there he made sure 
that the disposal was not causing the leak.

I knew I had to bring up the fact that I had seen him with Paul in 
my kitchen but I was not sure how or when I might get to say 
something.  But before I had to decide, Bob mentioned that Paul was 
bored and came along about the time he was going out to find 
someone to help him operate the disposal while he viewed it from 
under the sink.

Since he brought it up, I mentioned that I thought I heard him and 
Paul one day when I came back to change my soiled suit.  He asked if 
that bothered me with Paul there in my apartment.

Naturally, I wanted to tell Bob that I had seen them together, but 
said that I heard their conversations.  Bob face changed slightly and 
got a few shades darker.  He said he thought he heard someone in 
the other room behind the cardboard but was not sure.

I said, "Oh, yes.  I was there for sure."  I smiled at him and he did not 
know what to say.  So I continued, "I understand Paul is a very 
friendly kid.  He was not saying much that day, but I could hear 
what you were saying to him."  Bob seemed to look sick like when I 
mention hearing them.

I asked, "Did you know that there was a small opening in the 
cardboard?"

"Really?!"  said Bob.  

"Yes, but I don't want you to feel alarmed about what I see Paul 
doing with you.  I expect he was enjoying your company, from what 
I could see."

That allowed us to discuss Paul and his situation at the hotel.

Bob said that Paul had spent time with him before and was most 
helpful.  

I smiled and told Bob that I had thought about needing that sort of 
help ever since I see them together.

He seemed relieved to hear that.  Not only that, he was growing a 
bulge as I watched him.  He leaned back against the counter and said, 
"I think I know what you mean.  It must be hard on a young guy like 
yourself to get help with all the activity going on in this place."  Then 
he rubbed his hand up across his hard muscle.

Boldly, I said, "It looks like you could use some help right now.  It is 
too bad Paul is not around to help now."

"He could be with a phone call" Bob smiled back at me.

"Are you kidding?  Do you think he would help you out just like 
that?  You want to use the phone, you can.  You want me to leave?"  I 
inquired.

"Heck no.  Paul tells me he likes to find more guys to service.  If you 
are serious I can see if you would be willing to help us both."

I swallowed hard and said, "Well, why not.  We don't want to 
disappoint Paul, do we?"

"Of course not.  I'll just give him a call and see what he is up to."

Bob dialed the telephone as I sat to listen for a response.

Bob said, "Hi Paul.  What are you up to tonight?  (pause)  You want to 
get together?  (pause)  You remember the day we were in Mr. Stone's 
apartment and what you did for me?  (pause)  Well, we were not the 
only ones in the apartment that day.  (longer pause)  Yes, he was, but 
don't worry about him.  He is here now and he wants you to join us 
tonight, if you will.  (pause)  Of course, I am serious.  What do you 
think about that?  (pause)  Okay, we will be waiting for you in Mr. 
Stone's apartment."

Bob looked at me, hung up the telephone receiver and said, "Paul is 
on his way down here.  He could not believe me at first.  But you 
heard what I said."

"What about his mother", I asked.

"He says his mother is going out on a date after the show ends in the 
morning, so that takes care of that worry", answered Bob.

Bob suggested that we surprise Paul by being undressed and 'hard 
up' for him.  He thought the kid would have fun with that.

We were just slipping off our underwear when a faint knock was 
heard at the door.  Bob went to the door to see through the spy hole 
and shock his head that it was our special guest.  He hide behind the 
door and showed only his head when he opened the door to Paul.

Paul stepped into the room and Bob closed the door behind him.  The 
boy stood there looking at me with my hard six and a half skinless 
shaft sticking out from my crotch.  Then he looked behind him to see 
Bob doing the same with his thick five and a half inches extended 
from his mound of grayish brown pubic hair.

Bob came by Paul and sat on the end of the bed and patted for me to 
sit next to him.  Instinctively, I sat down and watched our boy to see 
what he would do next.

Paul smiled once he was over the shock of seeing us there.  Bob said, 
"We thought we would save time and get right down to business.  
What do you think about that Paul?"

I was starting to leak pre-cum and Bob held onto his member to 
entice Paul further.

Bob said, "You can start with our host first.  I can wait to be next.  Go 
ahead Paul he looks like he is ready for your mouth around his hot 
rod.  It is not polite to keep a man in his state waiting too long.  Help 
yourself."

Paul moved forward slowly and Bob reached out to move him faster 
and I asked him to take his time.  I wanted to see the boy's response 
to us both.  It was making me hotter and harder by the second.

Once he was close up in front of me, Paul looked down my body to 
my crotch.  He slowly slid down to his knees, looking at me all the 
while, perhaps to see my reaction to him.

My pee slit was leaking so much by then that the precum was 
beginning to run down the bottom of the penis head to the upper 
shaft.  Paul glanced at the juices from my body and tenderly licked 
them with his tongue.  As his tongue went under the shaft the mouth 
went over the head, engulfing it.  With a few licks of his tongue, Paul 
had most of me penis head and shaft inside his mouth.  There was no 
waste of time getting down to it.

Before long I was nearly screaming as I let loose of my load which 
Bob informed me was for Paul to taste and not waste.  Paul was 
taking every drop and was still sucking for more.  I was completely 
limp and nearly ready to get back up when I was released.

Bob took his turn and was ready to give up his juices in a few 
minutes.  I could only sit and catch my breath from a fantastic 
sucker like Paul was.

Bob gasped loudly and let his juices get sucked into the boy's mouth 
as I had done.  Paul held onto Bob's man meat for as long as he could 
or until it got so limp it fell from his mouth.

There was a minute or so before Bob got his breath to speak.  "How 
was that boss?"

I told him, "That was great.  How did you ever learn how to do that 
so well", I directed my question to Paul.

"It was this guy that my mom dated once.  I think we spent more 
time together than he did with Mom", admitted Paul.

"That was undoubtedly one of the best experiences I have ever had.  
Can one of us do the same for you? I asked the boy.

Immediately Paul said, "I don't think so.  It would be too much for 
you guys."

"How much could and eleven year old be for us?" asked Bob.  "Hey 
you never took my offers before.  How come, Paul?  We own you big 
time now."

"You guys don't need to do that to me", said Paul.

"Oh, but we want to, Paul.  I think you are just a bit shy.  That is all.  
Hey you have seen us guys. It is only fair that you be seen too", I 
added.

Paul hesitated and said, "I don't know.  You guys might laugh."

"For goodness sakes, how would we laugh at you after how close we 
were just a few minutes ago.  Wouldn't you like to get sucked off? 
Bob asked as he stood and placed a hand on Paul's shoulder.

Paul looked up and Bob and said, "Of course I would like that too, but 
I am just afraid you guys would laugh at me when you see me."

I jokingly said, "How unusual can an eleven year old be for us to 
see?"

Paul said, "Okay, but if you guys laugh at me, I am going back home."

Bob and I assured the boy that he was save with us.  I could see a 
big bulge in the boy's shorts.

With anticipation, Bob and I were about to offer more inducement 
when Paul whipped his shorts down to the floor.  And there standing 
up from his hairless testies was an enormous penis for a boy of his 
age.  It must have been nearly six inches long.  It was the most 
beautiful thing I remember seeing to that time in my history.  There 
is was sticking up toward the boy's belly button.  

Bob and I looked in amazement at that boy's hard rod in front of us.  
It put our manhoods to shame.  I was so stunned, I could not think 
about laughing at it.

Sucking was not a big thing for me, but I looked at Paul's hard skin 
covered penis head and just wanted to taste what was inside it.

Bob was the first to come down from the shock, "Now what is there 
to laugh at there?  How about you Mr. Stone?  Don't you think that is 
a wonderful mouth full?

"It sure is.  How about it Bob?  You going to let me have it first? I 
asked.

"Your the boss, Boss.  Let him be your treat.  What you think about 
that Paul?  Could Mr. Stone get a taste of you first?"

Paul clarified for us, "I don't got no juice yet."

I said, "Bet you will feel great in my mouth, juice or none.  You ready 
for a sucking, Paul?"

"Just lay back on the bed and we will give you what is called a trip 
around the world", said Bob.  He said to me as Paul laid back on the 
bed, "You get the bone and I will take the sack and the rest of his 
belongings."  And Bob stuffed a pillow under Paul and went to work 
on his testies and butt hole while I licked and sucked to boy to 
ecstasy.  

It was not doubt that our over hung boy was enjoying his sucking 
good time.  Bob rimmed, sucked and licked his hairless testicles while 
I continued to give his penis shaft and head all the attention I could 
with what little experience I had;

Before long Paul was riding high on his dry climax.  He clinched his 
fist and his body tried hard to eject something, anything from a pair 
of unresponsive young testicles.  His hardness in my mouth was 
known by the way he kept trying to push the head down my throat.  
He managed to finally get all he had down as far as he get it into me 
until his soft flesh was at my chin and mouth and nose.

The boy faded away into an after glow that left him weak as a kitten.  
While the trembling died down, Bob kept rimming the youngster and 
keeping him up in the passions.

There may not have been any juices from the boy, but he offered a 
wonderful taste that only a boy can off.  Not that I had much 
experience to draw on before I was enticed by Paul and Bob.

Once Bob finished with the exhausted boy, he announced it was 
getting late and that he had best be getting home.  He got dressed 
and told Paul that he could walk him to his room if he was ready to 
go and if I was through with him.

I told him that I was sure that Paul had enough for one night and bid 
them both a good night.

They left and I was pondering how I got myself into a situation with 
a mere boy.  It was enough for me to get involved with an employee 
but with a youngster like Paul it was frightening yet piquant.  I 
knew that I was going to have more encounters with both Bob and 
Paul.  I was just not sure how I allowed myself such.
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