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   ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private,
Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com Caution/Welcome: This is an
intergenerational tale involving the love and sexual relationship between a
man, his young boy-wife, and their infant son.  In the first part of this
story Billy, a sixyear-old boy, was impregnated by Bobby, a husky
forty-year-old truck driver.  The next four parts followed the lives of
this unique family as they discovered the joys and wonder of boylove and of
raising their very own baby.  Part 6 begins with Bobby, now 42, Billy,
approaching his ninth birthday, and their miracle child, Billy Bob, now
two, continuing to discover the joys of their new life.  This story is for
posting at free adult gay story sites only and may not be copied
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can be forwarded to the author J.O.  Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

   Making a Baby - 06



   "Aaron iph comin' opher afer phupper," Billy announced.

   "How many times have you been told not to talk with your mouth full
young man?" his mother reminded him for what seemed the hundredth time.

   "Sorry," Billy apologized, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

   "Besides, you know the rules about friends over on a school night."

   "It's to do homework."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah.  A ...  science project we're working on together."

   "Science.  Sometimes I think you don't think of anything else from the
moment you get up until you go to bed," his mother said with a smile.

   "Oh," said Billy wistfully, "I think about other stuff sometimes."

   His mother smiled.  "Well, as long as Aaron's coming over for school
work, it's all right."

   As Billy headed to his room after supper, he had an uncomfortable
feeling in the pit of his stomach.  He was only eight, but he knew it was
guilt.  He didn't like to lie, especially to his mum and dad, but he
couldn't very well tell them that Aaron was coming over so they could talk
about finding him a boylover like Bobby.  That really sucked, because it
was a good thing.  Aaron really needed a boylover.  Billy flopped down on
his bed and stared up at the Space Shuttle Columbia model hanging from the
ceiling.

   What sucked even more was that he couldn't tell them about Bobby either.
Bobby was another good thing that shouldn't have to be a secret.  He was so
much fun, and Billy loved him so much.  It was a different kind of love,
stronger than the type of love you felt for an uncle or a grandfather, but
not as strong as the type of love you have for your parents.  It was sort
of like the love between best friends, or maybe between a husband and wife.
The corner of Billy's mouth curled as he thought of that.  He and Bobby
were like husband and wife.  They had a little son.  And Billy had given
birth to him, so he was sort of like a wife.  A wife with a pickle, he
thought as he reached down and fiddled with his little dick.  That had been
his word for it back when he was six, and even though he was going to be
nine in less than two weeks, that was still what he liked to call it.  That
was what Billy Bob liked to call it too, Billy thought with a smile.  He
had taught his son that.  That thought made him feel good inside.

   He wished he could tell his mom and dad about Bobby, but he really
wished even more that he could tell them about Billy Bob.  Billy closed his
eyes.  Even better yet would be if he and Bobby and Billy Bob could all
live together.  That would be awesome, the three of them living next door
to his mum and dad, or even living in the same house.  Of course if they
did live in the same house he and Bobby would have to sleep in the same
bed, and then they could do sex every night.  Billy smiled with that idea
and reached down and squeezed his pickle through the thick cloth of his
blue jeans, and then frowned.  It was dumb that people thought that was
wrong for adults and kids to do sex.  It made him feel good, and it made
Bobby feel good, and that was what love was all about, making each other
feel good and being willing to do stuff for each other.  So what was the
big deal that he was only eight and Bobby was forty-two?  It wasn't hurting
nobody.  The more Billy thought about it the less guilty he felt.  It
wasn't his fault he had to lie.  If people weren't so dumb there wouldn't
be any need for it to be secret and then it wouldn't have to be a secret.

   "Billy!  Aaron's here!" called his mother, interrupting his thoughts.

   Billy welcomed the interruption.  Whenever he thought about how people
didn't understand how it was between Bobby and himself he got sad because
it didn't have to be that way, and then he got mad that people could be so
stupid, and then he got worried somebody might find out about it and make
them stop.  He always ended up feeling upset, and none of it was his fault.
He went downstairs and took Aaron back up to his room.

   "Oh wow, you got Jar Jar Binks!"

   "Yeah," said Billy with a grin as he looked over at the Star War's toy.
Another nice thing about Aaron was that he was just as interested in
science and science fiction as Billy was.  "But I got something even neater
to show ya."

   Removing some pocket books from his bookcase, he took out the object
he'd hidden behind them and placed it on the bed between them.  Aaron
stared at the ochre coloured clay statue.  It was fat and squat like a
pregnant frog, with an extra pair of legs and a grotesquely large penis.

   "What is it?"

   "The gargoyle of male fuckundy or something."

   "Huh?"

   "I don't know what the last word means, but it's something to do with
sex or something," Billy said with a grin.

   "Fuck is a bad word," Aaron whispered.

   "But a lot of fun to do," said Billy with an impish grin.

   "Really?"

   "Oh yeah."

   "I still think it sounds yucky for a guy to stick his thing in another
guy's bum."

   "Well, you'll just have to believe me that is ain't."

   "It really has a big pee-er," Aaron observed, looking back at the
statue.

   "Yeah.  Yours get hard and stick out like that when you play with it?"

   "Yeah," Aaron said with a sheepish grin.  Billy was the only one who
knew he did that.  They had shared the secret several months ago, shortly
after he'd told Billy about how miserable he was with his new step dad.

   "Well," said Billy.  "This will help us find a boylover for you.  That
and these." He showed Aaron the four tan, three-quarter-inch long
suppositories in his other hand.

   "So, how does it work?"

   "Well, when you and your boylover meet, its dick will grow pink, and the
more you love each other the redder it gets.  That's what Bobby said.  I
never seen it."

   "And those things?"

   "You got to stick one up your bum each week, and your boylover has to
fuck your bum as often as you two can so you can get pregnant."

   "What was it like, having a baby in you?"

   "Way awesome.  It was scarey cuz I didn't know what was going on, and
nor did Bobby really.  But you don't got to be scared cuz we'll know why
you're getting fatter."

   "You get way fat like women do?"

   "Well, not quite as much.  On account of it's up your bum and not your
tummy I guess."

   "The baby is up your bum?"

   "Yeah.  When its time to be born, you poop him out."

   "No way!  He'd have to be way tiny!  Like Tom Thumb."

   "He won't be tiny, not that tiny anyway, but you can do it.  Believe
me."

   "It's got to hurt.  When women have babies it hurts.  I seen that on tv
shows."

   "Yeah, it hurts, but its way worth it.  Besides, Bobby and me will be
there to help you.  We helped a boy give birth to his son this summer.  It
was way awesome!"

   "Suppose it's a girl baby.  I don't think I'd want a girl."

   "He said it is always a boy."

   "Who said?"

   "The old guy who said I could borrow the gargoyle thing."

   "You sure this is all for real?"

   "Sure.  All the guys talked about it at the campground this summer.  The
guy's gotta be the same guy as the others met.  He looked just like they
described him, way old and junk, and this stuff is just like what the
others said he gave them."

   "How come he just showed up and gave this to you?"

   "Well, I think somehow he knows when someone really really wants to have
a boylover.  Like Bobby was really really wanting a boy when he met the
guy. And besides, he didn't just give it to me.  He says I got to pay for
the pill things."

   "Pay?"

   "Four hundred dollars."

   "Four hundred dollars!" exclaimed Aaron, his big blue-green eyes popping
open and his jaw dropping.  "Where ya gonna get four hundred dollars?"

   "He said not to worry.  He said everything will work out."

   "I don't got four dollars, never mind four hundred," he said, shaking
his head.

   "Don't worry."

   Aaron looked at the squat frog, and at the four suppositories.  "So tell
me about you and Bobby when you first done it again."

   "Sure.  Then ya wanna play Star Wars?"

   "Sure.  Can I be Jar Jar?"

   When Aaron left later that evening, he had the four suppositories in his
jeans pocket and the gargoyle of male fecundity tucked away inside his
shirt.  That night he set the gargoyle on the night stand beside his bed so
he could see it and changed into his pajamas.  As he lay in his bed, he
watched the gargoyle while he thought about his dad, and then some of his
uncles, Billy, some other friends, and finally, the man he and Billy had
thought would be a good boylover for him.  The gargoyle's penis was still a
dull ochre.  He thought harder about the man he and Billy had been checking
out.  Nothing.  He turned around in disappointment, and reaching down under
the elastic band of his pajamas, he fiddled with his limp little noodle as
he tried to imagine the man making him pregnant.  He did not see the
gargoyle's penis slowly turn pink and the smile slowly cross the gargoyle's
large mouth.

   Meanwhile, several hundred miles away in the sleeper of an
eighteen-wheeler pulled over at a rest stop, a two-hundred and sixty-five
pound trucker and his twenty-five-pound two-year-old son were snuggled
together, both stark naked.  The six-foot-four trucker was flat on his
back, and his two-foot-ten son was laying on his side on top of him, his
little curly-haired blond head on his daddy's big, hairy stomach and his
tiny hip nesting in the thick brown hair covering Bobby's left breast. 
They had just crawled into the sleeper of the truck and gotten comfortable.

   "Pickle!" said Billy Bob gleefully as his little hands reached out for
the trucker's big, soft cock.  The touch of those hot little hands about
his limp organ immediately caused it to begin to swell.  The little child
beamed with delight and bent his head, his tiny lips eagerly slipping over
the man's cock head.  Bobby enjoyed the sight and the sensation as the boy
slipped his mouth at least three-quarters of the way down his four-inch
tube of cock meat and began to suck.  As Bobby's cock continued to swell,
the boy slowly eased his mouth back, unable to take the entire length of
the big man's growing cock in his mouth.  Bobby closed his eyes and sighed
with the pleasure the little boy's hot, moist mouth was bringing him, and
with the erotic pleasure of having a warm, naked twenty-five month old boy
happily laying on top of him.

   Bobby slowly caressed the boy's small, soft shoulders with his left
hand, and then slowly massaged his smooth back with the big paw.  His skin
was so smooth, so velvety.  Bobby's hand continued down, slowly caressing
the boy as he continued to suck on Bobby's now rapidly growing member.  He
caressed the boy's soft, smooth buttocks, like tiny loaves about to be
popped into the oven.  He slipped his thick finger along the boy's little
crack, and the moment he reached the boy's butthole the boy immediately
opened his little anus.  Bobby caressed the little pucker with his
fingertip for a few moments and the baby boy squirmed with pleasure and
pushed back against the finger, trying to impale his little butt on his
daddy's probing digit.

   Holding his little son by the hips, Bobby eased him around until his
butt was in front of his face and he leaned forward and licked his little
son's butthole.  The boy giggled with pleasure and his daddy sighed with
the unique aroma of the child's fresh, clean, recently powdered butt.  He
wormed his tongue against the little pucker and he felt it open eagerly as
the little boy wiggled with the pleasure of being rimmed.  Working up a
mouth of spittle, Bobby pressed his lips against the little pucker and
sucked in his cheeks, forcing his spittle up the child's hole.

   As he eased Billy Bob back down, the child squirmed back into position
and once again slipped his lips over his daddy's cockhead.  Slipping his
index finger in his mouth and coating it with spittle, Bobby placed his
spit-slick fingertip against the boy's eager little hole and pushed gently.
The tip entered easily.  Bobby paused, being careful not to go too fast. 
He had to be even more careful his horny little son didn't try to take
things in his own control.  The first few times they had done this the boy
had been so eager he'd pushed his butt back on Bobby's finger unexpectedly
and had harmed himself.

   By this time Bobby's cock had stiffened out to its full eight inches and
his little son had his lips tightly clamped just below the fat knob,
Bobby's cockhead completely filling the little child's mouth.  As Bobby
began to slip the tip of his finger in and out of his boy's hole, Billy Bob
sucked harder on his cock.  The big trucker sighed with pleasure.  It
wasn't just the eroticism of having a two-year-old sucking him off, or the
eroticism of a son doing his dad, although both were certainly hot in
themselves.  The reality was that the boy was an expert cocksucker, giving
him better head than those with twenty times his age.  His hot little mouth
worked Bobby's knob, squeezing and releasing it as his lungs created a
vacuum and his tongue teased Bobby's cockhead, causing the big trucker's
pre-cum to ooze out.

   There could be no doubt little Billy Bob enjoyed sucking cock, and was
enjoying the finger fucking he was receiving from his dad besides.  His
little cocklet, thinner than Bobby's smallest finger and half the length,
was sticking straight out above his tiny marble-sized balls and Bobby
hadn't even touched it.  He reached over with his right hand now though and
held the hot little pricklet between his thumb and index finger.  He tugged
on it gently, and rolled it between his two digits.  Billy Bob sucked
harder.  Bobby paused, and as he expected, as soon as he stopped, Billy Bob
began to work his hips to and fro to slide his little stiff dicky between
his daddy's fingers.  Bobby smiled.  He did have a horny little son.

   It was almost five minutes before Bobby felt his cock go numb and the
twang deep in his groin that announced the release of his seed.  He
shivered with the sensation and warned his young son as he felt his cum
begin to race up the core of his swollen cock for the fifth time that day.
That was one reason it had taken him so long to cum.  The other was that
whenever Billy Bob did it, it just lasted a delightfully long time.

   As the first squirt shot out of Bobby's cock Billy Bob swallowed it as
eagerly as a baby drinking milk from his mom's tit.  The boy sucked deeply
on the throbbing tube of man meat and Bobby shot out a second thick squirt
of cream for his son.  Not only was the boy somehow able to delay his
climax, but he was also able to slow down and prolong his ejaculation. 
Instead of the usual rapid machine gun fire of half a dozen squirts in ten
seconds or even less, lately whenever Bobby came it was in slow motion,
each squirt preceded by a long suck from his son, and it didn't last for
seconds, it lasted for minutes.

   Squirt after delightful squirt was sucked out of his cock and swallowed
by his boy, and with each squirt the burning sensation spread through his
cockhead and caused the big trucker's two-hundred-and-sixty-five pound body
to quiver.  Shot after delightful shot assaulted his mind, and by the time
it ended more than two minutes later the trucker was delirious with
ecstasy, and his young son's little cocklet was throbbing hotly in his
fingers as the boy trembled with his own orgasm.  Bobby closed his eyes,
and as the beefy trucker heaved a deep sigh, he could sense his little
son's pleasure, as if the boy was communicating to him mentally.  As Billy
Bob twisted around and curled up in the crook of Bobby's big arm, his long,
silky hair damp with sweat from his sucking, Bobby wondered who looked
forward the most to what had become five feedings of cum a day, Billy Bob
or himself.

   On the way home from school Tuesday, Billy and Aaron stopped at the
construction site where workers had begun building a three-story apartment
complex that summer.  They studied the workers carefully until Billy
spotted the man they were looking for on the top story.  "There he is," he
called out, pointing him out to Aaron.  The man evidently had seen him and
thought he was waving, because he waved back.  Billy quickly opened up
Aaron's backpack and looked inside, but the ochre gargoyle simply stared
blankly back up at him.

   "Concentrate harder."

   "I'm concentrating as hard as I can," protested Aaron.  "His dick
turning colour or anything?"

   "No."

   "Darnit!"

   "Maybe he has to be closer."

   "Maybe," Aaron agreed hopefully.

   The boys sat down across the street and stared up at the worker.  The
boys had spotted him a little over a month ago, just before Billy had gone
on his holiday.  He was a big man, like Bobby, two-hundred and ten pounds
and six feet tall.  He had a thick, dark brown beard, closely trimmed, and
kind looking soft brown eyes.  The second thing the boys had noticed was
that while the other construction workers whistled at women and made
comments about them, he never did.  His workers teased him about it, saying
it was because he was a married man, or because he was thirty.  What they
didn't notice and the boys did, was that the man did watch boys, especially
young boys their age, and the look in his eyes was the same look as the men
had when they looked at girls.

   So one day after work the boys had made a point of talking to him,
asking about the apartment they were building and what it was like to be a
construction worker, and the more they talked over the ensuing weeks the
more they told each other about their lives and their likes and dislikes
and the more certain they were that this was the man for Aaron.  The
clincher came when Aaron mentioned that just before they'd moved he'd gone
from being a Beaver to being a Cub Scout, and their chosen boylover told
them he was a Scoutmaster.  One of the many things Aaron hated about moving
was having to drop out of the Scout program, and just being able to talk to
a Scoutmaster was a ray of light in a very long, cloudy year.

   The boys waited until the quitting time whistle blew.  The man walked
across the street and joined them.  "So how are you boys today?"

   "Fine, Mr.  Porter," said Billy, Aaron being so excited he was too
tongue-tied to respond despite the daily meetings they'd been having.

   "Saved you each a couple cookies again today," he said, opening up his
lunch pail.  Actually, after first sharing his cookies with them a couple
weeks ago, he'd started packing extra cookies for them.

   "Thanks," replied Billy.

   "Yeah, thanks," repeated Aaron.  It was chocolate chip, his favourite
kind.  He knew the man knew that and he wondered if he'd brought them in
his lunch on purpose.  He took a big bite.  "So, had a hard day at work?"

   "Yep.  You have a hard day at school?"

   "Yep," Aaron parroted.

   The man smiled and tousled his golden brown hair.  Deep in his chest
Aaron's heart beat rapidly.  In the dark of the backpack the gargoyle
smiled and its penis turned a bright pink.

   "You finish making that kite yet?"

   "Yeah.  But it don't fly no good."

   "What's wrong?"

   "I dunno," Aaron said with a shrug.  "It won't stay up."

   "Why don't you bring it by and I'll look at it?"

   "Wouldja?"

   "Sure."

   "Cool."

   Billy slowly slipped his hand down and spreading apart his legs he
scratched under his balls, being sure that the worker saw him.  He eyed the
man's crotch and was sure he saw a swelling inside his overalls.

   There was a swelling.  The boy's movement had been obvious, almost as if
he had wanted to be seen.  Over the past month both boys had on several
occasions touched themselves, or accidentally touched him where the moral
majority said boys and men should not be touching.  He almost had the
impression that they were teasing him, but had concluded that they were
just being typical boys.  When a boy had a scratch, he scratched, whether
it is his armpit or his nuts.  Boys didn't have to worry about the
correctness of such things.  Boys also didn't have the restrictions and
guilt that society laid on the male members of society as they got older.

   John Porter stared off into space as he thought back twenty years.  In
many ways it was great to be a boy.  He had certainly enjoyed his boyhood.
The man was lost in his thoughts, memories and fantasies for a few moments
before forcing himself to stop thinking of things he could never regain and
never realize.

   "Well, I better head home.  See you boys tomorrow?"

   "Sure thing."

   The boys headed down the street.  "He likes you," observed Billy.

   "He likes both of us."

   "Yeah, but he's always looking at you."

   "You think so?"

   "I know so.  And when he thinks we're not watching, he looks at you like
he wants you.  You know, like a man looks at a woman when he's hot for her.
When a man is thinking about sex stuff."

   "No, not really," said Aaron, his fine, long hair floating about his
face as he shook his head.  He was nowhere near as sophisticated in such
things as his new found friend.  "But I like him."

   "Cool."

   "So why don't that gargoyle thing do nothing?"

   "I dunno.  Maybe we gotta give it time."

   "I guess," Aaron said with a frown.

   That night Aaron dreamed about the big construction worker.  They were
flying his kite, and they were running and laughing, just like he and his
dad used to do.  The thought of his dad woke him up.  Disappointed and
saddened by the memory, he rolled over and the pale pink glow of the
gargoyle's penis caught his eye.  Aaron was suddenly wide awake.  He stared
at the glowing penis in surprise and undescribable happiness.  For several
seconds he even seriously considered sneaking down the hall and phoning
Billy, but his fear of being caught by his step dad stopped him.  Besides,
it was ten o'clock.  His buddy would be asleep.

   The next morning Aaron was waiting outside of Billy's house when he
stepped out the door.

   "Guess what?" the eight-year-old said, jumping from foot to foot in his
excitement.

   "What?"

   "It happened?"

   "What happened?"

   "That gargoyle thing.  Its dick turned pink!"

   "That's great!" said Billy, breaking into a wide grin.  "What were you
thinking of?  Do you remember?"

   "Mr.  Porter," Aaron said with a shy smile.

   "I knew he was a boylover the minute I seen him!  I knew it!" Billy's
face glowed as his wide, open-mouthed grin stretched from ear to ear.  "I
see you brought your kite."

   "Yeah," Aaron said with a wide, tooth-filled grin as only young boys can
have.

   "Cool," said Billy, narrowing his eyes.  He didn't have to say anything
else.

   That evening as they waited for the end of day whistle at the
construction site, the boys were in high spirits.  They had discussed their
plan, what they'd say, what they'd do.  It was time.

   "The problem is you don't have the cross bar centred," explained the
unsuspecting man.  "If you just move it up here a bit and tie it here, it
should work."

   "Wow, that's all it was?"

   "Yep."

   "You're sure smart."

   "Well, when you've built as many kites as I have, you know what the
problems are."

   "You got a son?" asked Billy, initiating the plan.

   "No," the big man replied sadly.

   "But you're married," said Aaron, taking the plan the next step.

   "How'd you know that?"

   "We heard the other guys saying."

   "You're pretty smart yourself," John said, giving Aaron's head a tousle.

   That was a habit of his, and that simple act made Aaron feel so happy he
could burst.

   "So, you and your wife don't want kids?" asked Billy, delighted his plan
was working out perfectly.

   "We do."

   "So," he persisted.

   "Sometimes just wanting kids isn't enough."

   The boys looked at him, not understanding.  John Porter hesitated as he
thought just how to explain the situation to two eight-year-olds.

   "We can't have any kids."

   "Oh," they replied together, glancing at each other.  That could be a
problem, a big problem.  It certainly wasn't something they'd even thought
about.

   "How come?" asked Billy, being the more aggressive and being the first
to rebound.

   "Well, that is a little complex to explain," the man said with a smile.

   "That's okay.  We know all about making babies," observed Aaron.

   "Oh, really?" said John, his smile widening.

   "Sure," said Billy.  "It cuz you can't make sperm?"

   "Ah, no, my sperm count is fine," the man said, taken aback by the
knowledge of a boy so young.  He certainly didn't know anything of sperm
when he was eight years old.  He wondered if that was something they
learned in school these days, or if Billy had picked it up from television.
On soaps these days there was little an enterprising youngster couldn't
learn.

   "Good," Billy said, and he and Aaron exchanged smiles.

   John Porter looked at them curiously.  That was a strange comment for an
eight-year-old to make.  "Anyway, we have applied to adopt."

   "Oh." That was also unexpected, but not necessarily a bad thing.

   "But it takes years.  Not many babies are being put up for adoption."

   "That's too bad," Aaron consoled, although in his heart and in his mind
he was thinking that was even better considering what he and Billy had
planned.

   "Yeah.  I'd love to have a son like you."

   Aaron smiled and his eyes glazed over as his mind went blank.

   "And you'd like to have your own baby," continued Billy.

   "Yeah, sure, but that's not going to happen."

   "Oh, I don't know," said Billy with a knowing smile.

   John Porter looked at him.  Parts of this conversation were very
strange, but then, that should not be surprising.  He loved the way boys
thought, and had forgotten that that world was sometimes very secretive,
and very private, and very different from the world of adults..  "Well
guys, I better be going."

   Billy looked at Aaron, and when he didn't respond, he nudged him with
his elbow.  "Oh, ah, ya wanna come fly kites with us on Saturday?" Aaron
suddenly asked.

   "Sure."

   "Great!  Wanna meet us here?"

   "That would be fine."

   "Kay.  See ya at one on Saturday, Mr.  Porter."

   "One on Saturday it is, and you boys can start calling me John."

   "Okay John," said Aaron with a wide tooth-filled grin.

   The two boys thought Saturday would never come, and unbeknownst to them,
nor did John Porter.  Right from the moment he'd spotted the two boys
watching him he'd taken a liking to them, especially Aaron.  Billy was
outgoing and the more vocal of the two, a real bundle of energy and a smile
that would make even the hardest old grump open up.  If he ever did have a
son, he'd hope that he had Billy's outlook and courage.  Aaron, on the
other hand, was the shy, quiet type, much more like John had been at his
age.  He was cute as a button and had a sweet, innocence about him that
John found attractive in a boy.  John could also sense an inner sadness in
the eight-year-old, and that drew him all the closer to Aaron.  There had
been a time in his boyhood when he'd had a lot of inner sadness as a boy
too.  He didn't like to see any boy sad, and he knew from personal
experience that if he could get Aaron to reveal the dark secret that was
making him so sad, he'd feel a lot better.

   John wanted very much to have a son, but his wife had been unable to get
pregnant, even with fertility pills, and now with the unhappiness of not
being able to get her pregnant, half the time he wasn't able to perform in
bed.  That didn't really matter to his wife since she had seen sex as only
being for the purpose of procreation anyway.  John, on the other hand, had
always thought of sex as having both a functional and a recreational side
and he missed it.  Knowing sex only reminded his wife of her barrenness, he
didn't push it.  He simply hoped after they adopted a child the sexual side
of their marriage would pick up.  The unfortunate part of that was that it
could take years.

   Those had been the thoughts on his mind when he'd spotted the two little
blond boys in the street watching the construction, like thousands of other
boys across the country.  Wishing he'd someday have a son, and knowing it
could still be years, he'd taken a particular interest in them.  Actually,
even if he hadn't been thinking of raising a son, John would have taken an
interest in them anyway.  John had always been interested in boys.  He
loved just talking with them, doing things with them, and delighting in
their discoveries as they explored the world.  That was why he'd become a
Scoutmaster.

   John did have one problem, a very big problem, and it bothered him
greatly.  He also found boys sexually attractive.  It wasn't the sort of
thing where he would actually come on to a boy, and it certainly was not
the type of thing where he would take advantage of a boy because of his
authority or the trust he developed with boys, like in his position as
Scoutmaster.  He certainly would never force himself on a boy.  He did,
however, desire them.

   John didn't know why, but he'd always felt that way.  When he was a
child, he found himself attracted to toddlers, always wanting to help
diaper and toilet train them.  As a teenager he'd found himself fantasizing
bout five and six year olds instead of teenage girls, and as an adult he'd
found whenever he saw an attractive young boy in his preteens or early
teens, his thoughts sooner or later turned to fantasies of having sex with
him.  Why he never understood.  He had never acted on any of those
fantasies, and he wasn't gay.  He didn't have any desires regarding other
men.

   So, that Saturday when he pulled up to the construction site and spotted
just Aaron there, it was with mixed emotions.  He was of course delighted
to see the boy and looked forward to spending some time with him, just
flying his kite and talking about boy stuff and having fun.  That had been
his only intention.  Even so, Billy's absence bothered him.  Although he
would never take advantage of the boy, no matter what, there was safety in
numbers, and having Billy there too would have ensured that nothing
improper happened.  Besides, there was something about Aaron that he found
arousing.  Of course he was particularly attractive with his long golden
brown hair and blue-green eyes and his shy smile and quiet nature.  It was
more than his physical appearance, and more than his personality though. 
John could not put his finger on it, but there was something that caused a
stirring in his loins and made him want to embrace the boy and make love to
him.  That feeling had been getting stronger with each day, especially this
past week.

   "Hi," he said, forcing a smile as he got out of the car.

   "Hi, Mr.  Porter."

   "John."

   "John," Aaron said with a smile and a sparkle in his eyes that showed
his gratefulness at being according the simple pleasure of being on a first
name basis.

   "Where's Billy?"

   "He couldn't make it."

   "Oh, that's too bad," John said sincerely.

   "Yeah," agreed Aaron, feeling guilty that he and Billy had planned for
him to be alone all along.

   "So, you ready to do some kite flying?"

   "Sure thing," he said with a grin, welcoming anything to help him forget
that he and Billy had planned all this.  He didn't know it, but John was
looking forward to being able to forget what was on his mind also.

   It was easy for the two to forget.  Not only did they have a lot in
common despite their age difference, but kite-flying was always good
medicine for boys and men.  So, for the next half hour the two put aside
their worries as they attempted to get the kite up in the air.  There
unfortunately wasn't enough of a wind to keep it up for any length of time.
They finally gave up and sat down on the pile of lumber at the back of the
construction site.  John had brought cookies, chocolate chip, enough for a
hungry construction worker and two hungry boys.

   "Guess we just aren't going to get it up," observed Aaron.

   "Yeah, guess not," agreed John, the phrase reminding him of something
else he was having difficulty getting up.  It seemed almost everything was
reminding him of that lately.  He scolded himself for having such a
perverted mind to take a child's comment and twist it into something
sexual.

   "Well, it was fun just trying."

   "Yes it was."

   "Billy said it would be a lot of fun with you."

   "It was a lot of fun," John said with a smile.  Billy seemed to be quite
the mentor.

   "Bet when you have a son you and him will be doing this lots."

   "Well, I hope so," said John, and then after thinking a moment, he dared
to ask, "What about your dad?  You and him fly kites?"

   "My dad is dead."

   "Oh, I'm sorry," John said, immediately regretting having brought the
topic up.  There were a lot of things he didn't know about the boy despite
their daily visits for close to four weeks.

   "That's okay," said Aaron, "it happened almost two and a half years ago.
Two years and five months."

   "It must have been tough," John consoled.  If his dad had died when he
had been eight he'd probably have kept track right down to the month too.

   "Yeah.  I got a step dad now, but we don't do nothing."

   John put his arm about the boy.  It was easy to tell there was tension
between the boy and his step dad, and that the eight-year-old was on the
verge of tears.  "You can tell me about it if you want," he offered softly.
"Sometimes it's good to just talk about it."

   It was like opening a flood gate.  Aaron hadn't had any intention of
telling John anything about his real dad and about everything that had
happened since he'd died.  He had planned on getting the conversation
around to having children, like he and Billy had earlier, and around to men
and boys, and making a baby.  That had been the plan.  Instead, he found
himself telling John how his father had died two years and five months ago,
when he was six, and how much fun they used to have and how much he missed
him.  He told him how his mother had started to drink after that, and then
to date again, and the arguments they had over both of those things, and
how he'd cried on the day his mother remarried.

   He told him how he'd told her the man just wanted the money from his
dad's will, and she told him to stop worshipping his dad and that he was
wrong about his new father.  He had angrily retorted that he didn't want a
new father, that nobody could replace his old one and he'd worship him if
he darn well wanted to.  He said the day his father had died was the
saddest day of his life, and the day his mother remarried was the second
saddest.

   After the wedding they had moved here to live with his new dad and
sixteen-year-old stepbrother.  That was in January, nine months ago.  That
had meant many changes in his life.  One of the hardest was not being able
to continue in the Scout program.

   "I think Jim hates me because the money they have to spend on me he
can't spend on booze and himself.  Jim and Mom are always drinking.  He's
lost his job and just hangs around with his friends, and Mom's sure to lose
her job at the packing plant any day cuz she's always so tired."

   "I'm really sorry to hear that.  How are things with your stepbrother?"

   "I never see him, and when I do he barely says two words and he never
smiles or nothing when he's around me.  If I walk in the room and he's
already there, he gets up and goes to another room, like I stink or
something.  He hangs around with his best friend a lot.  The two of them
are real druggies."

   "I'm real sorry to hear that too.  You don't do any drugs do you,
Aaron?"

   "No way."

   "That's good."

   "You drink, John?"

   "Well, the occasional beer."

   "Oh," Aaron replied, and John could tell he was disappointed.  "I'm
never going to drink, ever."

   "That's a good attitude."

   "If you had a son would you still drink?"

   "Not if it made him unhappy."

   "Well, I wouldn't tell my dad not to, so long as he wouldn't get drunk
and mean and stuff all the time."

   "Your step dad ever hurt you, or your mom?"

   "Oh no, nothing like that.  He don't hit us or nothing."

   "I'm glad."

   "Sometimes just not being liked hurts more than hitting though," Aaron
said softly.

   John was amazed at the insightfulness of the boy, but when he thought
about it, he realized he shouldn't have been surprised.  That was one of
the many things about being a boy that he remembered, and that he found
delightful, and that he'd promised he'd remember when he became an adult.
"Well, I like you.  I like you a lot," John said softly, drawing him
closer.

   "Really?"

   "Of course."

   "Me and Billy figured so."

   "Sounds like you and Billy have been doing a lot of talking about me,"
he said with a smile.

   "Yeah, we've been looking for a boylover for me."

   John snorted in his surprise.  "Boylover?"

   "Yeah."

   "And just why have you been looking for a boylover for you?" he asked,
wondering just what the two boys had in mind, and what the word "boylover"
meant to them.

   "Cuz I need a man who loves me and cares about me."

   "Well, you've found one."

   "That's what me and Billy figured."

   "Oh did you now?" John asked with a smile.  "And just what made you two
figure that?"

   "Cuz you act like a boylover."

   "And just what do the two of you know about boylovers?"

   "Billy has one."

   "Oh?" John asked with even greater surprise, and a hint of concern. 
"Boylover" was not a typical word you'd expect an eight-year-old to use to
describe his relationship with a man, and Billy was the type of boy who
would be daring enough to develop a friendship with a man that went beyond
what society considered proper.  One of a boylover's greatest fears was
that his little friend would inadvertently disclose their relationship to
someone who did not understand.

   "He said I could tell you if you asked.  Him and his boylover do all
kinds of things together, and even go camping and stuff and are way happy.
Him and me been looking for one for me for a long time."

   "You two have really been scheming," John observed, in a way hoping that
Aaron's description of the relation between Billy and his friend was
nothing more than what he'd described, but also in a way, hoping that it
involved more, much more.

   "Just hoping," said Aaron honestly.

   "Of course.  I didn't mean scheming in a bad way."

   "So, you really want to be friends, like boys and boylovers."

   "Yes.  If you do."

   "Sure I do.  You wanna have sex?"

   "Whoa, wait a minute!" The conversation this afternoon was leaping from
one surprise to the next like a jackhammer.  "That's not what I meant."

   "Billy says a real boylover is happy just being friends.  That if a man
just wants to have sex, he's not really a boylover."

   "Your friend Billy sounds like he really knows a lot about this."

   "Oh yeah.  Him and his friend been together a long time, like two
years."

   "Well, Billy's right," John began, his nagging suspicion that the
relationship Billy had with his boylover included intimacy growing with
each comment Aaron made.  "When I said I'd like to be friends, like a boy
and a boylover, I meant being close friends, like buddies, except between a
boy and an adult type of buddy." John knew he was not explaining things
very well, but he had never expected to be having this type of conversation
with a boy.  "I mean doing things together, going places, talking, all the
things a boy and his dad might do.  Sex is something very serious and very
special."

   "I'd like to do sex," Aaron blurted, afraid that John might not want to,
that John might not be an 'extra special boylover' as Billy called it. 
Having sex hadn't been something he'd ever thought about until Billy began
talking about it back at Easter, and even then he hadn't really wanted to
do sex, especially have someone stick his penis up his bum.  But then Billy
had said having sex was something extra special that boys and boylovers did
if they specially loved each other, and then later he had shown him the
gargoyle of fuckundy or whatever and he seemed to be so happy about having
been made pregnant by his boylover.  "I want to have sex with you," Aaron
continued.  "Actually I want to have a baby with you."

   "Ah, well, that last part may prove difficult," John said, trying not to
smile.  The two boys might have been doing a lot of talking, but he was
glad that they clearly had a lot to learn yet.  He was beginning to think
all the mystery and awe about sex had been ruined for the boy by a society
overzealous about educating and protecting the youth of today by stuffing
them with facts and brainwashing them with one segment of society's twist
on how things should be.

   "Unh-uhn," said Aaron.  "I know how it can be done."

   "Oh?" asked John.  Despite the seriousness of the conversation, the
sensitive topic, and the danger of an adult who was pretty much a stranger
talking to an eight-year-old boy about such things, John found Aaron's
confidence with which he made the last assertion humorous.

   "You wanna do it with me?" asked Aaron, reaching down and placing his
hand on John's crotch as he looked up at him.

   John looked down into those big blue-green eyes.  He knew what he should
say.  He also knew what he wanted to say.

   "Please.  Now," Aaron continued.

   They went inside the apartment building, to a room with no windows.  The
place smelled of freshly cut wood.  John's mind was in a turmoil as he
turned and looked at the boy standing there expectantly.  He was all of
fifty-five pounds and four-foot-two in height, with the sweet, innocent
face of a trusting child, but the confidence and determination of an
eight-year-old boy.

   "Aaron, are you sure bout this?"

   The eight-year-old looked up at him, his wide eyes pleading with him as
he nodded.

   "You know what having sex means?  I mean, how two males ."

   "Yeah," Aaron interrupted.  "I got the Vaseline and everything," he
said, reaching into the pocket of his cargo pants and pulling out the tube.

   Another leap forward.  John wondered how many more surprises were in
store for him.  At least there was no doubt that the boy knew what having
sex between two males meant, John thought with a smile.  One thing he could
not be accused of was leading this boy astray.  The big, muscular
construction worker squatted down and slowly unbuttoned and removed Aaron's
shirt.  He ran his fingertips over the boy's tanned skin and caressed his
soft, smooth chest.

   "This alright?"

   Aaron nodded, his heart racing too fast for him to find his voice.

   "I'm going to take down your pants, and then your underwear.  You want
me to stop, you just say so.  I don't mind."

   Aaron stood there silently as John slowly eased down his cargo pants and
helped him step out of them.  Having baggy pants like that, he didn't have
to remove his runners, an advantage John noticed compared to when he was a
boy.  John inhaled nervously, his body feeling tense as he admired the boy
standing there now in just his Nike sneakers and his white jockey briefs.
The boy was perfect, a sweet eight-year-old angel with shoulder long golden
brown hair and bluegreen eyes, with soft pink, flawless skin and tiny
flesh-coloured nipples, a flat stomach and smooth slender legs.  You could
see the little bulge in the pocket of his briefs.  Inhaling deeply again,
John reached forward and slowly drew down the boy's briefs and helped him
step out of them.

   His pubes were hairless and his tiny little penis was cut.  It was limp
and the slightly bulging head was exposed.  It was only a slightly darker
pink than the rest of his penis.  His little, hairless testicles looked so
small.  John took the boy's little penis in his fingers and fondled it,
rolling the limp, soft sausage between his thumb and first two fingers and
then gently squeezing it at the base and tugging on it.  It quickly began
to swell and John delighted in its reaction as much as did Aaron.  He
continued to fondle and tug on it until it was pointing up in the air
stiffly.  John stood and stepped back and looked at the boy again.  Aaron
stood there staring down at the three inches of hard little boy cock, his
hands at his sides, his long golden brown hair just touching his bare
shoulders, his blue-green eyes sparkling with excitement.  He slowly looked
up at John and his mouth slowly curled into a boyish grin, a blend of pride
and modesty.  John's heart was pounding so hard he was sure it was about to
burst.

   Aaron watched as John unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing a
broad chest covered with a mat of chestnut brown hair.  He untied his shoes
and slid them off, his jeans being too tight to slip over them.  John felt
strange being watched by the eight-year-old boy as he unbuckled his pants
and unzipped them and then lowered them and stepped out of them.  Slipping
his hands under the elastic band of his plaid coloured boxers, he could not
remember ever feeling so self-conscious as he lowered them and stepped out
of them.  He stood there for a moment, debating if he should declare this
show and tell as the limit to which he would go.  Although there was a
nagging voice telling him that he'd already gone too far, it was faint.  He
wanted to continue.

   As John stepped up to the boy, Aaron reached out and took the man cock
in his hands.  Even though it was limp, it was still longer than his
stiffie.  The eight-year-old studied the cock in his hand closely, as he
might examine a new specimen being passed around in science class.  John
was also circumcised and the boy was delighted that they were the same.  He
finally closed his fingers about it and slowly began to draw his loose fist
up and down an inch in either direction as he did his to his own in the
privacy of his bed.  John's cock quickly responded, just as his always did.
Aaron continued to stroke it.  It was the first cock other than his own
that he'd ever held, and it felt strange to be stroking it and feeling it
swelling, so much different from doing it to himself.  It wasn't as much
the size as it was the strangeness of holding another male's thing, though
size certainly made it different too.

   Aaron continued to stroke until it was firm.  The boy thought it
particularly huge, having never seen a man's erection before, nor anyone
else's for that matter.  It stood out at almost a ninety-degree angle to
his body instead of sticking straight up as his did.  It was seven inches
long and slender, and in its erect state the skin was totally pulled back
off the knob.

   Retrieving the suppository from his pants' pocket, the boy explained to
John what it was for.  Of course the man tried to explain that such a thing
as impregnating a boy was impossible, but Aaron insisted it could be done
and there was no way an adult was going to shake his faith in his best
buddy.  In the end, John assured the boy that if he was right he definitely
would love to have a baby with him, and that when he was born, they would
raise him together.  He was not just humouring the boy.  If such a thing
were possible, he was willing to play his part.

   Satisfied, Aaron took the tube of Vaseline, and applying a dab to his
finger tips, he coated John's cock head with it.  As he stood there
watching the boy, John felt as if he was the child.  Somewhere between
disrobing and now, the boy had taken the lead over from him.  It felt very
strange to John for the boy to be taking the dominant role, but at the same
time it also felt right.  By being the aggressor the boy could control how
far and how fast they went, and that was fine with John.  As much as he
wanted to see this proceed to its logical conclusion, he didn't want to
influence the boy.

   His cock jerked with arousal as Aaron's greasy fingertips applied more
Vaseline to the shaft.  It was strange watching the young boy wearing only
his runners and socks greasing up his cock, and very erotic.  The boy
finally turned and bent over a saw horse and John knelt behind him.  He
spread apart the boy's small, compact cheeks with one hand and applied a
dab of Vaseline to his bumhole with the other.  It seemed so small.  He
stepped up behind the boy.

   As Aaron felt John place the tip of his cock against his virgin hole and
slowly push forward, the eight-year-old eagerly opened his sphincter
muscle. As he felt John push a bit harder, wedging the tip of his cock in
his hole, Aaron grunted and strained to accept the man's offering.  Billy
had warned him it would hurt at first, and that it would be difficult.  As
the man's thick, greased cock stretched open his anus, Aaron gasped for
another breath and pushed outward as Billy had instructed.  Ever so slowly
he felt the man's cock penetrate his body, entering his asshole fraction by
fraction.  He was doing it!  He was actually doing it!  He was taking the
man's cock up his ass!  He couldn't believe it!

   John was grunting and straining too, and with equal disbelief.  He had
inserted his cock in the young boy's asshole.  He was slowly but surely now
sinking it up the boy's hot, moist cavity.  He had fantasized doing this,
but never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought he would fulfil that
fantasy.  He had definitely known he would never make the first more, and
that he had been as bold as he had been this afternoon was just as much a
surprise as was Aaron's eagerness.  Even now, with half his cock buried up
the boy's hole, he did not know how it had exactly come about.  He was glad
that it had though.  Of that there was no doubt.

   Afraid he might hurt the boy, John stopped and slowly began to work his
cock in and out of the tight, hot asshole.  He was amazed at how great it
felt.  The boy's rectum squeezed around his solid bone as if it was
shitting it out as he withdrew, and then it relaxed as he sank his cock
back in.  It was better than he had ever imagined.  He went slowly, and
checked repeatedly if the boy was alright.

   Aaron was more than alright.  He could not believe the pleasure of
having a hot, thick cock working in and out of his body.  It sent shivers
up his spine, and his legs were trembling as the man slowly fucked him. 
That was it!  He was actually being fucked!  He and John were making a
baby! Aaron took deep breaths as he concentrated on the feeling.  It was
far from yucky.  It was totally awesome!

   As John felt himself approaching his orgasm he tried to work slowly and
tenderly, but as the need to shoot a load increased he could not help but
increase his speed.  He could not believe the immense pleasure of fucking a
young boy's ass, and he was glad that he had waited for this particular
young boy.  It was the most fantastic experience of his life, even better
than the night he'd lost his virginity.  As he felt his orgasm approaching,
he grasped Aaron's smooth hips tightly and worked his cock in and out of
his hole with short rapid thrusts.  As the first of his seed erupted out of
his body, he rammed his cock in and squeezed the boy's butt until his
knuckles turned white.  Squirt after squirt erupted from his body and up
the boy's rectum.  It was fantastic.  Suddenly the boy quivered and bucked
his hips as he reached his own orgasm.  It was more than fantastic.  It was
undescribable.  He, John Porter, had caused the boy to have an orgasm.

   They sat down there in the empty room afterwards and talked.  They
talked about Aaron's home life, and John's, and about what they had just
done, and about boyloving.  As they talked, they began to feel horny again,
and Aaron finally asked if they could do it a second time.  So they did it
again, and before Aaron headed home, they did it a third time, with the
promise to meet there at the construction site again on Sunday.  When Aaron
phoned Billy that night he was ecstatic.

   Sunday Aaron and John met again at the construction site and they went
directly to the empty, windowless room.  This time John had brought a
blanket and some pillows with him.  They did it with Aaron laying on his
stomach, and then a second time bent over the saw horse like the previous
day, and a third time laying on his back on a pile of lumber with John
standing and Aaron's thin, hairless legs supported against John's massive,
furry chest.  The second day was even better than the first.

   They met each other after school on Monday and John took Aaron to a park
he knew about with a lot of bushes and paths and that was used by the gay
community for casual sex.  Doing it there with their pants and underwear
about their ankles in the fresh air with Aaron bent over a fallen tree was
even better than at the apartment building site.  They agreed to meet again
on Tuesday, and then on Wednesday and Thursday.  Billy no longer
accompanied Aaron on those daily visits.  His absence was obvious, but
neither mentioned it.

   The following Friday after he and John did it in the back seat of his
car in a vacant construction site, Aaron had a sleep over at Billy's. 
While the two close friends were deep in discussion about what had happened
during the week, and how great having a boylover was, and how great getting
their asses fucked felt, they had no idea that Aaron's stepbrother and
friend were rummaging about in Aaron's room.

   "Hey lookit this."

   "You find some change?" asked Jimmy.

   "You didn't tell me your kid brother was a druggie."

   "First of all he's my step brother, and second, no way is he into
drugs."

   "Then what's this?"

   Jimmy stepped over to where his friend Calvin was standing and looked at
the tan tablets.  "Wicked looking pills.  How the hell you swallow
something that size?"

   "They aren't for swallowing.  They're for sticking up your butt."

   "What ya talkin' 'bout man?"

   "I mean they're what's known as analgesics."

   Jimmy looked at his friend Calvin curiously.  Calvin was two years older
and knew a lot more about drugs than he did.  He was a tall, skinny boy,
five-foot-eleven and a hundred and twenty pounds, with long, straggly black
hair at least six inches below his shoulders and which always looked
greasy. He had dark circles about his eyes, which were usually bloodshot,
and a mild acne problem.  He was dressed in the typical teen uniform of the
day, baggy cargo pants, oversize Guess T-shirt, Nike airwalks, and a Nike
cap, worn backwards.  He looked like the type of boy who did drugs.

   He was quite a contrast to Jimmy who was the same height despite being
two years younger, but weighted in at a hundred-and-forty pounds, all
solid, firm muscle.  His dark black hair was cut short, and his green eyes
bright and piercing.  He played quarterback on the high school football
team, and was good at it.  He wasn't really into drugs, and had actually
only begun around a year and a half ago.  That had been shortly after his
mother and father had split up.  It was a way for the sixteen-year-old to
forget what he was, and what he'd done, two very big secrets.  It also made
life with his alcoholic father a bit more bearable.

   "So, what do they do?  I've never heard of them."

   "Much the same as pills you pop orally.  They can be stimulants or
depressants or hallucinogenic."

   "So why are they made to stick up your butt?"

   "They work faster.  They're made to dissolve in your rectum, where they
go right into the blood stream.  No worries about the digestive juices or
whatever getting them."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah.  There's all kind of medicines they administer that way,
specially sedatives.  Morphine for one."

   "Yeah?  Well no way is Aaron taking morphine or anything like that."

   "Well, he's sure the fuck taking something.  So com'on man, lets try
them."

   "You think these are morphine or what?"

   "No idea.  Never seen nothing like these," Calvin replied, and then
added with a grin as he handed one to Jimmy.  "But there is one sure way to
find out."

   "Why not?" Jimmy responded with a shrug.  He had to get high, and they
weren't finding any money in the kid's room, which was why they were there.
He hadn't expected to find any cash.

   Returning to Jimmy's room, the two teens dropped their pants, and with
some nervous giggling, inserted the suppositories and then lay back on
Jimmy's bed and waited.  The minutes ticked by.

   "So, you feeling anything?" Jimmy asked almost half an hour later.

   "Fuck no.  Except my ass is itchy as hell."

   "Yeah.  Mine too."

   "And my cock."

   "That's always itchy," observed Jimmy.

   The two of them had talked a lot about girls, and what they would do
with them if they ever found girls who were willing, and how adults had it
made, and how it was the pits being a teen.  They had even taken a couple
girls to the favourite make out spot in town and necked, Calvin in the
front seat with a druggie blond and Jimmy in the back with a football
groupie.  The blond and Calvin got too stoned to do anything, and the
groupie was a real ball-teaser, the type that got a guy hot and then
refused to help him cool off.

   "Yeah," Calvin grinned.  "Fuck, I need a woman."

   "Me too," lied Jimmy.  That was his first secret.  Jimmy played the
role. He had to, he was a jock, but women did nothing for him.

   "You know, I wonder if that's what those pills were."

   "What?"

   "Aphrodisiacs."

   Jimmy snorted.  "What would my kid bro be doing with aphrodisiacs?"

   "Who knows?"

   "Yeah, the little shit never speaks.  Who knows what secrets he has?"

   "Oh fuck, I gotta get off a load," groaned Calvin as he groped himself.

   "You and me both.  I don't know what those were, but I'm so fucking
horny even your ass is looking good." That was Jimmy's second lie, and his
second secret.  He did fancy ass, but the ass in his fantasies belonged to
much younger boys.

   "I'm horny enough to say go right ahead."

   The two teenagers looked at each other, checking to see how serious the
other was.  From the look in Calvin's eyes, Jimmy figured he was feeling
exactly the same way as he was.  Calvin reached the same conclusion.  The
two boys didn't have to say anything.  They practically tore their clothes
off, and between their thoughts and the suppositories, by the time they had
stripped they were both erect.  As they dropped their underwear on the
floor, they looked up at each other, purposefully staring each other in the
eye to avoid looking where they wanted to look.  Again they did not have to
speak.

   Calvin lay flat on his stomach and Jimmy got into position above him,
his knees between Calvin's outspread legs and his forearms on either side
of his chest.  He nervously eased his hips down and forward, not really
sure if this was the way but being too embarrassed and too proud to ask. 
His cock poked against the eager but tight hole.  He reached down and held
his dick as he tried a second and third time.

   "Man, I think we're gonna need some lube."

   "Fuck, I don't have anything," responded Jimmy.

   "How about soap?"

   "Sure.  Wanna do it in the shower?"

   "Sure."

   The two naked, erect teens headed for the shower.  Stepping inside, they
turned on the tap and Jimmy wet and soaped up his cock as Calvin reached
behind himself and soaped up his butthole, even slipping his index finger
up his rectum.  He then turned around and spread his legs and Jimmy soaped
his index finger and pressed his fingertip against Calvin's pucker.  As he
slowly and carefully inserted his finger up Calvin's ass, Jimmy had never
felt so tense, nor so horny.  His entire body ached as he slowly worked his
soapy finger in and out of his best buddy.

   "Oh fuck, yeah man.  That feels so hot.  I can't wait for your cock!"

   Jimmy couldn't wait any longer either.  As his best buddy braced himself
against the tiled wall, Jimmy placed the tip of his cock against his soapy
hole and pushed.  He easily penetrated him, his cock being rock hard and
soapy, Calvin's hole being soaped up and eager, and the two boys being
hotter than they had ever been in their young lives.

   Jimmy could not believe it as he slowly began to work his hips to and
fro, drawing his cock in and out of Calvin's rectum.  He was humping his
best buddy!  How many jerk off sessions had he had thinking about that? 
Now he was doing it!  For the first time in his life he was fucking!  Even
though he had barely begun, his breathing was heavy.  He worked his cock in
and out rapidly, as if making up for lost time.  Actually he was desperate.
The itch in his knob was like he'd stuck it in a poison ivy bush.  The
faster he worked his cock in and out of the hot, moist hole of his best
buddy, the better it felt.  He furiously slammed the eighteen-year-old boy
against the showers.  It did not take long before he came.

   Withdrawing his still stiff cock, he exchanged positions with Calvin. 
He wanted to feel Calvin inside him as desperately as he'd wanted to fuck
Calvin.  His asshole itched like a hundred mosquito bites, a totally new
experience for the boy.  As Calvin soaped up his cock and then slipped his
soapy finger up Jimmy's ass as Jimmy had done to him, Jimmy squirmed
impatiently and wished Calvin would hurry up.  He had to have the itch up
his butt scratched, and the only way to do that was to have his best buddy
shove his fuck pole up it.  He had no idea what that pill that he'd shoved
up his ass was, but it was having a fantastic effect on him, and evidently
so was the one Calvin had shoved up his ass, and that was alright by him.

   Calvin could not understand what was happening either.  He'd always
considered himself open minded, and he'd always said that gays had every
right to express their sexuality, but he'd just mouthed that until now.  He
didn't actually know any gays, didn't think he ever would, and certainly
hadn't expected he'd ever engage in a gay act himself.  Oh sure, he'd
thought about it, and had wondered what it might be like, and had even
stuck his finger up his asshole while he jerked off a couple times, but
he'd never considered that as being gay.  It was just, well, sex.  However,
now as he was straining to stick his cock up his best buddy's ass while his
own hole felt grossly stretched and open from having had its first fucking,
what he had done and what he was doing was definitely gay.  He also had to
admit that he had thoroughly enjoyed getting his ass fucked, and was
looking forward to doing it to his best buddy.

   Jimmy strained to accept the boy's cock as he slowly pushed forward, and
ever so slowly he finally felt it stretching apart his sphincter.  He
strained to open his anus and he felt the hard, hot organ slowly entering
his rectum.  He pushed out, allowing the boy to penetrate him more easily.
Then he opened and closed his anus in time with the in and out motion of
his buddy, working with him as Calvin fucked his ass in quick time.  Being
a top, he hadn't fantasized about this much, and he was surprised just how
wonderful it felt.

   It was not long before Calvin was grunting and groaning as his humping
speeded up.  Less than a minute later he grasped Jimmy's hips and thrust
forward and Jimmy knew that Calvin was squirting his stuff up his hole. 
Although he could not actually feel Calvin's seed squirting into him, just
the idea of his best buddy shooting his thick cum into his body was
awesome.

   The two boys returned to the bedroom, embarrassed by what they'd done,
but feeling fantastic.  They were also still feeling fantastically horny.
About half an hour later, Calvin looked over at his friend.

   "So, the drug worn off yet?"

   "Don't know if it's the drug, but I'm still fucking horny."

   "Me too."

   "So, like, you wanna do it again?"

   "Need to."

   "Me too."

   So the boys took each other there on Jimmy's bed, fucking hard and
fucking fast.  For a second time they filled each other's itching rectums
with their teen cum.  The second time was as fantastic as the first, but it
still was not enough.

   Several hours and another two humping sessions later, Calvin finally
began to put on his clothes.  "You know, man, this has been one fuckin'
weird day."

   "Yeah."

   "What we done, like, it's our secret, right?"

   "Hey, of course it is."

   "I mean, I don't mind.  Sex is sex.  I'm not hung up on that we did it
or anything." Calvin might have always thought he had an open mind and was
totally unprejudiced, but now having had sex with another guy, he was not
prepared to announce it to the world.  That he'd done it bothered him, and
what bothered him even more was that he'd enjoyed it so much.

   "Me neither.  Hell, it felt good fucking your ass.  And having you up
mine," announced Jimmy, unlike his buddy speaking the truth and unafraid to
say it.

   "Same here," agreed Calvin tentatively, "but we don't have to tell
anyone else."

   "Course not."

   "See ya tomorrow?"

   "Sure."

   Saturday when Aaron went to get the next suppository, he was surprised
to find only one.  He searched his drawer frantically, but could not find
the other two.  Being on his way to meet John, he decided to do a thorough
search when he returned.  Calvin was walking up the sidewalk as he was
heading out.

   "Hey little dude, what's up?"

   "Nothing."

   "You heading somewhere?"

   "Ah, yeah," he replied, thinking that was sort of a dumb question.  "I'm
going to a birthday party, a sleep over."

   "Cool."

   As Aaron headed up the sidewalk, he thought about the conversation. 
Calvin had sounded strange, as if he was hiding something.  The
eight-year-old boy shrugged.  Probably he and Jimmy were taking off to meet
some pusher.

   "Just met your kid brother heading out."

   "Yeah?  Dude's been hangin' somewhere quite a bit lately."

   "Said he had a sleep over birthday party, but he acted guilty.  Maybe
he's going to buy some more analgesics," Calvin chuckled, delighted that
he'd found a way to bring up the topic.

   "Yeah," laughed Jimmy, having been wondering all morning how he might
bring up what they'd done the day before.  "How you feeling after yesterday
anyway?"

   "Still fuckin' horny."

   "Yeah?  Me too," Jimmy commented hopefully.

   "Course that's nothing new," hedged Calvin just in case Jimmy wasn't
thinking what he was hoping he was thinking.

   "No, this is different.  I'm mean, I've been so horny all morning it's
like I wanna rip my dick off."

   "Yeah?  Me too.  And my ass has been itching like fuck," Calvin dared to
confess, hoping it would be enough of a hint.

   "Mine too!" quickly commented Jimmy, realizing too late how eager he'd
sounded and hoping it would go by unnoticed.

   "That shit your brother had must be way powerful stuff to still be
working."

   "Yeah, that's what I've been thinking too," Jimmy lied.

   "Anyone home?"

   "No, not at the moment."

   The two boys looked at each other, smiled, and began to strip.  They
were fully erect by the time their underwear dropped on the floor.  As the
two horny teenagers lay on Jimmy's bed, a couple blocks away John opened
the passenger door of his vehicle and Aaron climbed in.

   "Glad to see you could get away."

   "No sweat," said the preteen boy with a shrug.  "Nobody cares where I
go."

   "I do."

   "Cool," the boy replied cuddling up to the man.  As John drove away,
Aaron reached down and lay his hand on the man's crotch.  It was warm. 
John wrapped his free arm about his little friend.  They had an hour before
Billy's birthday party, and both were eager to make full use of it.

   When Aaron showed up at the door, his eyes were sparkling and his face
was lit up with a bright smile.  He was a very happy little boy.  He'd just
spent a tremendous hour with his boylover, and he was going to spend the
rest of the day with his best buddy, who had introduced him to the secret
delight of boy love.

   Billy had invited six of his closest friends to his birthday.  The party
had a Star Wars theme of course, the family room being decorated with
streamers and stars and balloons painted like the planets.  They played
board games and charades and Pictogram and then they went out to Chucky
Cheezes for pizza and birthday cake.  After the party Aaron stayed and the
two of them played Star Wars, Billy being Anakin Skywalker and Aaron being
Jar Jar.  They had a late snack of ice cream and chocolate cake that had
been cut into the shape of a space ship, and then they snuggled into bed
and talked about space and science and how great it was to be a boy and
nine years old and about boylovers and having babies.

   The following week was tense.  Aaron searched his room for the missing
suppositories repeatedly to no avail.  They could not be found.  Billy had
no idea how they could contact the mysterious ancient who had given them to
him, and Bobby had no idea either.  They had discovered that John was a
boylover as they'd suspected and that was great, but after two weeks of
furious fucking, which was great in itself too, Aaron had really gotten his
heart set on getting pregnant.  Despite all the great stuff that had
happened, it was a crushing disappointment to the eight-year-old that he
would not have a baby like Billy had.

   As for Billy, he and Bobby had planned on having a belated birthday
celebration the Saturday after the one he'd had with his parents, but his
parents had suddenly started talking about him spending too much time with
Bobby and although they hadn't said no, they were hinting strongly that
they might not let him go for the overnight trip that Bobby had invited him
on.  With school and Bobby's travelling, they hadn't seen much of each
other for the month, and Billy had really been looking forward to spending
some time with Bobby and their little son.

   Jimmy and Calvin had their own problems.  Having also searched Aaron's
room for more suppositories, they were desperate to get their hands on some
more.  The previous week of hot, repeated sex, the first either boy had
ever had, had been too marvellous to just stop.  Of course they knew that
they did not need aphrodisiacs to continue, but without them they'd have to
admit to each other that they had enjoyed having gay sex.  Neither boy was
prepared to do that, but they desperately wanted to continue having sex
with each other.

   "So, no luck?" asked Calvin, meeting up with Jimmy after Jimmy's
Thursday football practice.

   "Nope.  I've searched everywhere."

   "That's too bad.  I don't know what the hell they were but they sure
gave me a buzz."

   "Yeah, me too.  Really blew my mind," lied Jimmy.

   "You talk to your kid bro about it?"

   "No way.  I don't want him suspecting we took his shit."

   "Oh man, I need to experience that high again.  Like, it totally wiped
me out."

   "We could ask Duran."

   "Without knowing the name of what we want?"

   "How many tan three-quarter inch analgesics you think there are?"

   "Yeah, you're right."

   "And if we have to we can say one of the side effects is it's an
aphrodisiac."

   "Yea, side effect."

   "Right.  Man, that stuff is so powerful.  I gotta have another hit. 
Last weekend was so fuckin' hot."

   "Okay, I'll give him a call."

   A voice answered after the first ring, a thin papery voice.  "Hello."

   "Ah, I'd like to talk to Duran."

   "He isn't here at the moment.  Perhaps I can help you." The voice was
almost a whisper.

   "Ah, no, I doubt it.  You know when Duran ."

   "I have what you need."

   "Huh?"

   "I know why you're phoning."

   "You do?"

   "Yes."

   "You an associate of Duran's or something?"

   "Or something.  Meet me at O'Hara Park in half an hour."

   "But you don't kno ."

   The person at the other end had hung up before Calvin could finish.

   The two teens showed up at the park promptly anyway.  They had to get
more stash.  There were several mothers there with their children playing
on the playground, and assorted other kids running around.  In the corner
was an old man, small, thin and frail.  He looked oriental.

   "You the dude we supposed to meet?"

   "Yes," he said with a slight smile, and Calvin immediately recognized
the voice as the one on the phone.  The man handed the boys a package. 
Inside were eight suppositories.  "Two to replace the two you took from
your brother, and the other six for the two of you.  Only take one a week.
They are very powerful the effect will last up to seven days for a virile
young male."

   "Ah, right, virile," Jimmy said, looking at Calvin and smiling.

   "How'd you know we took Jimmy's little snotnose's shit?"

   "I know boys," the man said with a smile.  "I know the power of male
fecundity.  I know many things, things mysterious, and things common."

   "Ah, yeah," Calvin said.  The dude had to be popping some very potent
stuff himself from the nonsense he was spouting.

   "How much?"

   "They are a hundred dollars each.  Your brother has not paid me yet for
his four."

   "That's step brother, and you think I'm going to pay for his?"

   "If it had not been for him, you would not have found each other."

   "What do you mean found each other?  We've known each other for years."

   "No, you've only truly known each other since last Friday, and you are
about to get to know each other much better."

   "Yeah, well, whatever.  We don't have that type of money."

   "You can earn it."

   "Whatcha mean?"

   "There are those who would pay handsomely for pictures of boys such as
yourselves."

   "Forget it."

   "You are going to do it anyway.  Why not commemorate it with photos? 
One picture is worth a thousand words it is said.  One roll is worth surely
four hundred dollars.  And your brother need not know you took his shit, as
you call it."

   "That's blackmail."

   "No.  That's a small thank you for the blessings your two will be
receiving."

   "Blessings."

   "Many splendid."

   "Right."

   The ancient was very confusing.  He was also very convincing.  The boys
accompanied him to an old warehouse and soon in the ecstasy of fulfilling
their lustful needs they totally forgot about the camcorder and camera. 
When Jimmy returned home in the wee hours of the morning, his legs sore
from being spread apart for so long, he quietly hobbled into his kid
brother's room and slipped the two suppositories in his drawer before
retiring to his own bedroom.  Had he been less weary and more observant, he
would have seen a grotesque statue with a glowing, dripping penis leering
at him in the dark.

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