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Subject: It Aint Tiffanys Setion 5 adult gay youth OK I am not dead. I do however, need to ay I am very sorry for taking so very long to get this posted. I had been working about 95 hours a week. I finally decided that was just too much. Also much to his happiness. Kevin Jay talked me into spending money on getting internet. So I will be able to respond to emails more quickly and post much easier. So once again I am sorry for teh delay. I hope you enjoy it. Also if you are a fan of Trasitions. I am almost done writing the new section. I have about 5 done at this time. I have edited two so its going smoothly. Its called Joeys Journey. I think you will like it. Its a bit of fun and well like regular. I do appreciate all the kind emails of concern I have gotten. I do reply to nearly all of the emails I get. I do appreciate them. Also please donate to Nifty. It was pointed out to me that i am teh only author thats name is mentioned twice in teh donation section. I was like really and looked. That shows me I got the best readers. Thanks everyone Eric It Ain't Tiffany's Section 5 An Eric Murphey Adventure. I wake up the next morning, and hear the birds singing in the trees. I open my eyes and see that the sun is cascading through the window. I feel a slight breeze coming theough the window blowing the curtains out slightly. I look down at the boys, and think about last night. My cock is rock solid from the dreams I had. They were erotic and amazing. If I hadn't blown a load last night I would certainly have had a wet dream last night. I look at the boys sleeping and think about last night. I look at Tremay and his mouth is open and a bit of drool is coming out of the corner. I gently run my finger over it to wipe it off. He is so beautiful with his lighter skin. I think he must be mixed. I turn my attention to Jamal. His darker skin is lovely. He is snoring softly as usual, and I admire his smooth flawless skin. Both boys are a vision of beauty. As much as I want to lie here and enjoy the sight of these two naked beauties laying in my bed. Both with hard little cocks. My damm bladder has other ideas. Fucking nature calling sucks at times like this. I carefully ease out of bed. I put my feet on the floor, The hardwood floors are cool on my feet. It feels kind of nice. I walk to the restroom and let the water works begin. I sigh as I begin. I pee and it seems like it is never going to stop. I swear I must have pissed a gallon and a half. I guess its becasue Tremay trying to be a good boy must have gotten me fifteen Cokes last night. OK I exagerate. I have been told a million times not to do that. I finally finish and shake my cock off and walk back to the bedroom. I see covers all bunched up at the end of the bed. I think about covering them. Then I think it would be a sin to cover such beauty. I stroke my rising cock a few times and then grab a pair of underwear and jeans. I get dressed putting on a t-shirt as well. Its a cool shirt its Jimmi Hendrix in a light print with London '66 printed under it. If you know printing it is a mixture of a 180 screen and a 220 its goes light to dark. Cool shirt I alwasy think when I put it on. I walk downstairs and think I need to replace the carpet on the stairs one day. Its getting frazzled. Its just a runner down the center and the stairs are hard wood as well. The reason I havent started on it. Is that I am not looking forward to stripping them and finishing them. I still have to do the living room and I just cant figure out how to do the stairs without denying myself access to the upstairs. Which is pretty important seeing as how the boys and I sleep and bathe there. Once Im downstairs I look at the walls in the living room. They are red. A dark red. I have never liked them at all. I have been thinking of painting them for a good while and decide that today is the day. I fucking hate the red. I like red dont get me wrong. Just not in my living room. I also dont like tha fact that the floors are so dark. I want them to be light and the natural color like I did in the kitchen. Ok that is not happening today. But, I do want to get it done. I stroll into the kitchen. I really like my kitchen now that its done. I loook at the floors that Mr Green and I completed before he passed. I smile thinking of him. I really do miss him. He was so easy to talk with. I wonder what he would have thought about Tremay moving in with me. I bet he would have a twinkle in his eye when he talked about him though. I look at the table in here. Its an old table with the formica top and steel legs. The chairs are white with the steel legs under them. I hate that table. Its so old and just well it doesnt match my kitchen anymore. I went with a very bright yellow for the kitchen. I just think that kitchens should be bright and cheerful. I look in the fridge to see what I have to fix my boys for breakfast. My boys I think and smile. If I would have known my life would be this good here. I would have moved forever ago. I pull out some eggs, and bacon. I pull out a pan and start frying up the bacon I mix the eggs in a bowl and add some bell peppers and onions to the mix. A splash of milk to make them more fluffy. For some odd reason I think about putting peanut butter in them. What a weird fucking thought I think. I obviouslly dont do it. I get some shredded cheese and a skillet and start making up some omelettes for all of us. I know that Kenny and Jenny will be here in short order more likely then not, and I pull the bacon in the pan out when its done and put it on a plate with some paper towel on it to absorb some of the greese. I put more in to fry up and the bacon has the desired effect. Both of my boys stagger into the kitchen like a couple of little drunks wiping their eyes. *quot;I smell bacon.*quot; Jamal says. Something about frying bacon and boys. It will always wake them. *quot;Yes Im making some bacon with omelettes for breakfast. Tremay is that good with you?*quot; *quot;Yes sir.*quot; He asys in a soft voice. Apparently he is back to his self preservation mode. I was hoping after last night he would be a little more I dont know. Like a happy boy instead of a scared, abused boy. I would say normal. But, really what is that. I mean I saw him getting his ass hammered by Jamal. You would think that would signify to him I am not only OK with his sexuality. But, am very pleased about it. I pour a couple glasses of orange juice and sit them in front of the boys that have taken their seats. *quot;Thank you Mr Jones.*quot; Tremay says. *quot;Yeah thanks Mr Jones.*quot; Jamal says. I make some whole wheat toast. I get the split top buttered because all the children seem to really like it. It may, or not be better for them then white bread. I dont really know I'm not a nutritionist. I just know I like it best myself. So I'm glad the children do as well. I laughed when Dee told me one day they were at the grocery and she went to get bread and Kenny said. *quot;No Momma get the kind like Mr Joes. Its way better.*quot; I get a couple of omelettes done and put the bacon on the table with their food. I refill the glasses becasuse they had drained them in short order. I put another omelette in to cook when I hear the front door open. *quot;Mmm bacon.*quot; I hear Kenny say from the living room as he makes his way to the kitchen. He stops dead in his tracks and looks at Tremay. *quot;Who dat?*quot; *quot;That young man is Tremay. He is going to be staying with me from now on. Tremay this is Kenny. He is my young friend that lives in the house a crossed the street. His sister is Jenny and she will be here shortly. Their mom is Dee and she is a nice lady. I know that you will all become fast friends. Tremay smiles. *quot;Hi Kenny.*quot; He says softly. *quot;Hey.*quot; Kenny says snatching a piece of bacon when he sits down. I pour him some juice, and one for his sister who I hear coming through the door. She however when she walks in looks at Tremay has a bit more cooth. *quot;Hey Im Jenny.*quot; She says smiling at him. I think she thinks he is cute. I know I do. *quot;Um hi Im Tremay.*quot; He says. *quot;Mr Jones Momma is on her way. She is doing her face.*quot; *quot;Alright. Well sit down little girl, and have some breakfast.*quot; I put food in front of them, and they eat with smiling faces. The children are chatting a little. Tremay is just listening to them. I know what it feels like to be the new person in a group. Its kind of like. Well, I want them to like me. But, I am kind of scared to put myself out there. So I can feel what he is going through. After I get mine and Dees omelette started I walk behind him and gently rub his shoulders. *quot;So Tremay. What do you like to do for fun?*quot; Helping to include him into the conversation. *quot;I like to play games and stuff. Like fortnite.*quot; *quot;Thats a video game right?*quot; *quot;Yeah its really neat.*quot; *quot;Maybe I will have to break down and buy a game sytem for you guys. I keep thinking about it. But, its just so nice outside all the time Its just I think its better for you to play outside most of the time.*quot; His eyes got excited at the thought of being able to play video games then kind of lost their excitement when I said outside. *quot;I like to play outside too.*quot; He says trying to please me I think. Dee shows up and I introduce her to Tremay as well. She just lifts her eyes at me when I say he will be with me for a few years. She knows me well enough by now then to tell me I'm an idiot. She does it with a look. I dont think I am though. I look back and shrug, and smile. A boy needs a home. He needs love, and compassion. I am more then willing to be the one that gives him those things. *quot;Mr Jones I am going to be late tonight getting home from work. I got to go to that lawyers office to see what Mr Green left me.*quot; *quot;What do you think it is?*quot; *quot;Got me. But, I always told him how much I liked his curio cabinet he made. I'm really hoping its that.*quot; *quot;I bet he did. He loved you and the children a lot.*quot; *quot;Yeah.*quot; She says thinking about him and feeling the loss still. We have some more light small talk. Tremay gets my plate, and Dees, and he washes them with Jamals help. *quot;Why dont you all go play for a while before we have to go to the Walmart.*quot; I tell the children. They scurry outside to play on the swing set. As Dee and I are talking before she has to head to work I hear a knock on the door. *quot;I bet that Shay or Sharne?*quot; Dee looks at me lost at who they may be. *quot;Be right back.*quot; I see through the curtain its both of them. *quot;Well I tell you what my mornings are getting really good. Having two lovely ladies knocking on my door early in the morning. Not to mention one already at my table.*quot; I say smiling. *quot;You crazy Mr Jones.*quot; Shay says laughing. *quot;That I may be. But, I ain't blind neither.*quot; I say. I walk into the kitchen them following *quot;Dee this is Shay and Sharne. They are helping me with lunch now.*quot; Dee extends her hand to them and they all shake and introuduce themselves. Talk a bit about who they know, and have several mutual friends. Just had never met each other before now. Dee heads off to work, and I start giving insturctions to my helpers. *quot;Today we are making meatloaf. Its super easy.*quot; I get them to cutting up onions, peppers and whatnot to put in. Then I show htem how to smoosh it all together and we put it inthe fridge for now. *quot;Ladies I hate to leave you. But, I have to get Tremay some things. Will you be alright by yourselves.*quot; *quot;Sure Mr Jones. We just watch some TV, or something. Keep an eye on all the chillun.*quot; Shay says. *quot;Cool. I shouldnt be too awful long. Maybe an hour or so.*quot; *quot;Take yo time. We got this.*quot; Now I know a lot of people would be hessitant to leave two pretty much strangers in their house. But, one I dont really have anything of any value. Two, I know they wouldnt just because of who they are with. Three sometimes you just get a feeling you can trust someone. *quot;Yeah M was telling me 'bout you helping with 'May. I was real happy to hear that. That boy he been in a bad way for a while with his daddy.*quot; *quot;Well, thats done with now. We need to look to the future. I think its a lot brighter for him now.*quot; *quot;Lots a peoples futures be lookin brighter cuz a you.*quot; I just blush not used to getting lots of compliments. Well, except for my cooking. Which I think is just fair. I strive for mediocrity in my mind. But, people seem to enjoy it. I grab my keys and go gather up the children I am in charge of, and tell the rest to have lots of fun. *quot;We will Mr Jones!!*quot; They shout at me. I smile its a good feeling to know that you are really making a difference. If nothing else they have a little food and some fun. Isnt that what childhood is supposed to be about? We head to Menards first. We all go in and I meet with the paint girl. I find what I want and tell her I will need some Killz too. Killz is a primer that covers dark colors when you want to paint light over them. Otherwise you will have to paint about eighty times. I am not wanting to do that. The lady gets it ready and the children are all waiting patiently and beihaving themselves. I think maybe because they know we are going to walmart next and are hoping for a treat of some sort. But, in acutaullity they are probablly just being good becasue they are. Once its all done the children help me carry it out. *quot;Watchoo paintin Mr Jones?*quot; Kenny asks. *quot;My living room.*quot; *quot;Good its ugly.*quot; Jenny says wrimkling her nose. *quot;I kinda like it.*quot; Kenny says. *quot;You would.*quot; Jenny shoots back. He just looks at her like hmph bitch. We load up the truck and drive over to the Walmart. The place where you can by a gas grill and the steaks to cook them on. I kinda like the place. We go in and I grab a cart. The children are around me and the cart and we walk first to the boys department. I wish I could really afford to get him nicer. But, right now I think this is good enough. I mean its summer and its just play clothes. When school starts I will get him things from JC Pennys or something. We pick out a pair of new tennis shoes and about six complete outfits with underwear socks all the fixings a boy needs. We head to the electronics department and I look at a game console. Well. its not too awfully expensive. Not cheap either. I decide why not and I get the fortnite game he said. I really know nothing about games. I also grab a hockey game. Hey I like hockey its OK. Go Red Wings. Even though you cant win this year. I still love you. Tremay and Jamal are thrilled. Jamal is kind of dancing. But Tremay is just grinning. I can tell he wants to really dance around as well. But, is still a bit nervous not really knowing how to act. *quot;You guys are going to have to teach me to play this fortnite game.*quot; I say. *quot;Yes sir Mr Jones sir.*quot; Tremay says grinning. *quot;Wow two sirs you are really excited huh?*quot; *quot;Yes sir.*quot; He says nodding his head. *quot;Well, we have to wait until after the other children go home. It wouldnt be fair if you played and they couldnt. I mean they could But, it would be for like five miutes with as many that are showing up. Anyway, Im rambling. Point is later after they others go home.*quot; *quot;OK Mr Jones.*quot; Jamal says. We go to the front and pay for everything. I will say my bank account took a hit. But, not as bad as it could have been I suppose. We get back and we unload everything and Sharne and Shay are sitting at the table talking. *quot;Welcome home Mr Jones.*quot; *quot;Thank you. Its smelling pretty good in here ladies.*quot; I say sniffing the air. I sit the things in the corner and look at the two ladies in front of me. *quot;You know. You two are a real help. Im so thankful for you chipping in like you are. Its a lot of work for one person. I will still do it of course. But. the help is very appreciated. Im going to show you guys how much.*quot; I say and pull out my phone. I search and I click the name. It starts ringing. *quot;Yo sup Mr Jones?*quot; *quot;Mitchell I was just telling the ladies how much I appreciate their help and would like to ask you and Quinton to come to dinner at my home this evening. Its just a small way of saying thank you for all you have done to help me. I know its kind of short notice. We can do it another night if you like?*quot; *quot;I cant tonight. How about tomorrow?*quot; *quot;Totally works for me. That way I can make something really special.*quot; *quot;What time you want us there?*quot; *quot;Around six good?*quot; *quot;Perfect. Mr Jones I look forwrd to it. You a cool guy to chat with.*quot; *quot;Thanks. I will see you then.*quot; I say and hang up the phone. *quot;I still cant believe you calls him Mitchell. Only his gandmama call him that. Even his own mamma calls him M.*quot; *quot;I like him and he likes me for some reason. Hes a good guy that one.*quot; *quot;He dont like many people. Thats fo shore. But, he do like you a lot.*quot; Shay says. I smile and think about what to make for dinner tomorrow. I know I think about it and smile. Yummy. My taste buds are already watering. *quot;We better get the children fed girls.*quot; *quot;Yes sir.*quot; They both say and get up to help. Once we feed the children and the ladies take the seniors their plates we get it all cleaned up and they head home. I sit down and relax in front of my big ole TV. I watch an episode of Barney Miller. Such a great show. It was on before I was born. I swear on a stack of um.........cookbooks? When its over I think I better figure out how to hook up the game system so the boys can play. It is amazingly easy. So easy an old man can do it without the help of a five year old. I think of the time I was in the store when the Wii first came out. They had one on display. I thought cool I want to try it. I fiddled, and fucked with it for five minutes. Finally a boy about nine is walking by. I say. *quot;Hey can you show me how to start this thing?*quot; It took him like four seconds. I wanted to club him. But, I would never. Im rolling my eyes as I think this. Maybe I'm retarded. Wait can't say that anymore its rude. It's like popping out the 'N*quot; word. Maybe Im mentally handicapped. I open the games and get it so its ready when we get done with supper. I have started a baked chicken. I'm simple with that I just sprinkle some salt and pepper over it. After I rub it down with olive oil. Gives it a nice crispy skin. Seems to hold in the juices as well. I sit back on the couch and Dee walks in. *quot;I thought you were going to be late?*quot; *quot;Well, no. See waht happned was the lawyer called said he had an emergency and if I could come in immediately. I says I dont know let me find out. So I get out of work and go see him. Mr. Jones you will never guess what Mr Green left me?*quot; *quot;Im hoping the curio cabinet you wanted.*quot; *quot;That and.... I just cant believe it.......*quot; She sayas and holds her hand to her mouth. *quot;What Dee? What? Your killing me here.*quot; *quot;Everything.*quot; *quot;Everything?*quot; *quot;Everything. The house. All the stuff in it. Also a bank account.*quot; *quot;Everything.*quot; *quot;Except one thing.*quot; *quot;What?*quot; *quot;Dont know. He said you get to pick out one thing of his you really admired and would cherrish and enjoy the rest of your life.*quot; *quot;Ah jeez. Thats easy.*quot; *quot;How?*quot; *quot;I want his rocking chair.*quot; *quot;I dont get it it aint worth nuthin. He gots lots of really valuable things Mr Jones. You should get something nice.*quot; *quot;Dee I cant think of anything better. I like to sit on the porch, and so did he. Its where we met. I know that everytime I look at that chair I will see him sitting in it. Just laughing and telling me jokes. I sure miss him, and I think thats indeed what I want. It will be like he is here with me every morning for coffee. Waiting with me for the children to get off the bus. Yeah.*quot; I say and just think of all the good times we had with him sitting in that chair. Dee wipes a tear from her eye. *quot;You can have the chair. I never really thought about it like that.*quot; *quot;Yeah to me thats the most valuable thing there is there.*quot; *quot;Why dont you take his bread box too. I know you really liked it. I heard you say so a dozen times.*quot; *quot;Its just so fricken cool. I mean its so intricate the woodburning he did on it. He was an artist thats for sure. That and he told me once he made that when he was a teenager. So it must be shit seventy years old.*quot; *quot;It is real nice. I just cant figure out how Im going to move though. I mean its just me and my children. You will probablly help. But, I cant lift the heavy stuff.*quot; *quot;Well, I guess we can do it like I did. I will back the truck up to the door. Kind of manuever wahtever it is in there and then drive it over and do the same.*quot; *quot;You cant do that with like my curio and the cupbard.*quot; I think on it. *quot;Maybe we can hire some people?*quot; *quot;Who?*quot; *quot;Got me.*quot; *quot;See thats the problem.*quot; *quot;Hmm.*quot; We just kind of sit back and watch an episode of The Bob Newhart show. Man tv was really funny in the 70's. When it ends another show starts and the children come hatay escort in and start talking to us. I just shut off the TV. *quot;I cant wait to eat so we can play the game.*quot; Jamal says fast and with a smile. Tremay sits on the couch next to me. I rub his leg and smile at him. Kenny wants some time with me too so he just climbs into my lap and leans back agaisnt me. I just wrap my arms around him and love him. Such a ball of energy he is. Jenny sits with her mom. *quot;Sumthin smells real good. Smells like chicken.*quot; Kenny says sniffing the air. *quot;Good nose detective.*quot; I say and tickle his belly. I love hearing him laugh. He has a great laugh. *quot;Matter of fact. Let me up its about done.*quot; *quot;I'll help.*quot; Tremay says to me softly. Seems like when he is in bed he is himself. Outside of it. He is a shy, scared little boy. He still starts to ask my permission to use the restroom. Then catches himself. He is getting better after just a day. He may still be a tough nut to crack. They all have dinner and I tell them to slow down and eat like humans. Like they usually kind of do. They kind of did. They wers so excited about the game they passed on desert. Well, all but, Kenny. He loves strawberry shortcake. Apparently more then games. Or he knows he will have a turn anyway so why not have both. He is pretty smart. So it wouldnt be a surprise. Dee and I clear our dishes because the children already got the rest. Hey I feed them seems fair they do something. We wash the dishes and Im thinking she said a bank account. Wonder how much. Probally a few hundred dollars is all. I dont ask becasue I think it would be rude. She would probablly tell me and think nothing of it. But, still it isnt polite to ask We chat about nothing while we do. Once we are done she goes and gets her children ready to go. They did whine a little and beg to stay to play the game longer. *quot;It ain't going nowhere. It will be here tomorrow and the day after that. So get your butts home now.*quot; Dee doesnt like whining and has little tollerence for it. I cant blame her. They walk out sulking arms wrapped around themselves. *quot;Keep that bottom lip out and I will pull it off.*quot; Amazingly both children with nice full lips had none now. They march out and Dee smiles at me. *quot;Have a good night Mr Jones. As always it was nice.*quot; *quot;Yes it was. Im reallly glad Mr Green left you his house. Now you dont have rent anymore.*quot; *quot;I know.*quot; She says a grin appearing on her face.*quot; *quot;Now you can see why Im so happy all the time. I ain't paying some bastard money to ignore my broken shit.*quot; *quot;Who you tellin.*quot; She says and walks out to head home. I lock the door behind her. I sit on the couch and watch the boys play their game for a while. I guess I can see why people think its cool. Just not for me is all. I figure I need to get some work done while they are playing. *quot;Boys I am going upstairs to get some work done so we can eat. Have fun playing your game. If you need anything I will be in my office.*quot; *quot;Kay Mr Jones.*quot; Jamal says. *quot;Yes sir.*quot; Tremay says. I trudge up the stairs and think. Well, now that they have the game I can get more work done. I need to work more then I have been. It looks like I need to start saving for college for one maybe two boys. Depends on if they get scholarships. I hope they get scholarships. I walk in my office. Its pretty sparce really. I have a desk I got at Walmart. I should have gotten better. When this one falls apart in a month or two more I will. I turn on the old puter and login and start working. I am working on an issue and I just cant find it. It is driving me insane. Everything I try isnt efffective. I have been at it a good hour and a half and I see Jamal and Tremay in the doorway. I look over at them and cock my head to the side. *quot;Need something guys?*quot; *quot;No sir. We just know you is working and we thought maybe you would want something.*quot; Tremay says slightly above a whisper.. I smile at the thoughtfulness. *quot;You know I could use a cup of coffee. I know there is some in the pot but its cold. So pour a cup. Put it in the micrwave and push the button that looks like a coffee cup. When it beeps take it out and put a spoon of sugar in it. Can you handle that?*quot; I ask. *quot;Yes sir.*quot; Tremay says smiling. *quot;Thank you.*quot; The boys race off and I get back to the project Im trying to figure out. I start to look at it again and I just dont see it. I lean back disgusted with it and myself. I hear the boys coming up the stairs slowly. I hear them coming down the hall and then appear in the doorway. A tray in hand. *quot;I thought you might like some cookies too.*quot; Tremay says. *quot;You know I think I would like some cookies. Good idea. I need a break. What are you guys doing now. Still playing I guess.*quot; *quot;We was. Then Tremay says you been up here a long time. You probablly thirsty or something.*quot; *quot;That was nice buddy.*quot; I say and grab his arm and pull him into my lap. I kisss the top of his head. *quot;What are you working on?*quot; *quot;Its this damm program. It has a glitch in it and cant find it. Im the third programmer to look at it. If I fix it they will pay enough to cover all our bills for two months.*quot; *quot;Thats a lot.*quot; Tremay says a look of wow on his face. *quot;Yeah its a lot.*quot; *quot;Did you start with the stupid stuff first?*quot; He asks me. *quot;How do you mean?*quot; *quot;Well, one time I was trying to start a lawn mower. It wouldnt start see. So Im like well let me chcek the spark plug. It was good. I nearly tore the whole thing apart then I realized it didnt have no gas. See the stupid stuff.*quot; *quot;You can take apart a lawn mower?*quot; I say in awe. *quot;Sure. I done it lots of times.*quot; He says like its nothing. Engines are a unsolvable puzzle to me. *quot;Thats amazing. We got a mechanic in the house.*quot; I say holering. Seeing as how he is light skinned I can see him blush. *quot;Hey seriouslly be proud of your accomplishemets. You deserve it.*quot; He just kind of smiles, and tunrs his hed away from me. *quot;Let me go back and check to see if it has gas. Becasue I didnt think to check that. Its why I cant do crossword puzzles. I overthink them.*quot; *quot;See you in a bit.*quot; Tremay hops off my lap and he and Jamal head downstairs I guess to play more games. Boys do like video games. A lot of adults too for that matter. I go back and check the stupid stuff and mother fucker right there a mistake a beginning programmer would make. Just plain as day. I fix it run the program and smile as it works perfectly. I email the client the fix and there it is. Two months bills just checking the gas. I bet thats why everyone else missed it. It was so simple. I take a sip of coffee. Its a little sweet but, it was sweet they did it. I grab a cookie and open the next project. Munch much munch. Run code, check code. Another cookie. Another project. I managed to finish six projects that night. I was on a roll. Just tearing it up. I made nearly five grand and smiled to myself. Well, thats some college money there. Wish I could make that every night. I head back downstairs to tell the boys to get a bath and ready for bed. Neither one argues even a second. I dont think the thought even enetered their minds. *quot;Mr Jone will you come sit with us?*quot; Jamal asks. *quot;Sure buddy.*quot; I answer and follow them up the stairs. I am sure not going to miss an invite to see two naked boys. Im not crazy. Once we get up there the boys undress as I get the water ready. I really need a shower. It is so much more convenient. But, then I cant watch boys in the bath. Someting about wet glistening boy skin is amazing to see. They both step in and are both hard. I just roll my eyes. I get a wash cloth and start washing Jamals back for him like I always do. *quot;Wash me like you always do.*quot; He asks and stands up. I think maybe he is a bit jelous of Tremay in a way. Becasye for a long while it was just us in the evenings. I wash him and as always enjoy washing his lean muscular body. I just like the way the bubbles of the soap contrast against his dark skin. Its tantalizing. Once I am done I ask Tremay so there isnt any thought of favortism. *quot;You want me to wash you?*quot; He smiles at me. *quot;Please?*quot; He stands up and Jamal looks dejected. *quot;Mr Jones arent you going to give me the tingles?*quot; Before I could answer Tremay says. *quot;I will.*quot; He immedeatly grabs Jamals hard cock, and starts running his hand up and down it. *quot;Oh.*quot; Is all Jamal can come up with. I enjoy watching the live porn show in front of me as I lather a beutiful participant in it. I do his back first of course then his front. I get to his hard on and stroke it slowly. He lets out a moan as I do. I am enjoying this so much my cock is pulsing. *quot;Jamal will you put it in my butt again?*quot; *quot;SURE!*quot; Jamal answers withoug a hesitation. Tremay turns around and gets on all fours and Jamal lines up behind him. I have him lather his cock up with some soap and he pushes into his prize. They both moan as he bottoms out. Jamal grabs Tremays hips and starts pumping into him. Tremay has his hand on his cock and is pounding furiously on it. Its not two minutes and Tremay lets out a low rumble and his body starts to spasm. Jamal grunts and groans as he feels the tight little ass clamp down on his cock. He lets out a few yelps as he hits his climax. Seeing them both cum within seconds of each other was the best thing I think I have ever seen in my life. Both boys are panting and Jamal pulls his cock from its happy temporary home. *quot;That felt so good. I been thinking about it all day.*quot; Tremay says. *quot;Me too. I was hoping I could do it again.*quot; *quot;You boys need to get out now and get into bed. I think I am going to get a few more projects done while the gray matter is working really good.*quot; Both boys get out with my help and I wrap a towel around them. I dry Jamal then Tremay. I do and then smack then lightly on their cute litle asses and tell them to get to bed. They both giggle and race off. I just smile and head back to my office. But, first things first. I got to take care of my cock or I wont be able to think of anything but, what I just witnessed. I pull out my member and flog it to beat hell for about thirty seconds and shoot my load into a wad of kleenex. It was an amazing orgasm. Had to be in the top ten best I think. I came so hard Im dizzy. Once I come down a bit. I wipe the exces cum from my cock and drop the tissues into the waste can. I return to my tasks at hand and work until two in the morning. I was just knocking them out like they were nothing. Most of them were pretty simple. But,a few were a task. But, I managed to clear my inbox. I stretch and yawn. I turn off the computer and walk out of the room killing the lights as I do. I head to my rooma and see two boys in my bed. Im not surprised at all. I smile and get undressed. I put on some sleeping pants and climb in. When I do Tremay snuggles up agaisnt me. I wrap my arm around him and find sleep very easily. I wake up the next morning and hear children playing. Wait a minute. What time is it? I think as I hear feet softly coming up the stairs. As I am gaining my senses Tremay walks into the room carrying a tray. *quot;Good morning Mr Jones. I thought I would make you breakfast in bed.*quot; *quot;I dont guess I have ever had that before. This is a real treat.*quot; I say and smile. He sits the tray on the bed after I scoot up. It looks nice. It is a couple fried eggs. Some home fries, toast and bacon. He apparently doesnt know I dont like bacon. Shit. If I eat it well things happen and they come up. To put it nicely. *quot;Its lovely. Where did you get the flower?*quot; *quot;It was growing out by the road. I thought it was pretty.*quot; I sniff it and it smells nice. *quot;Smells good too.*quot; He beams. I start to eat and take a bite of the eggs. *quot;These are really good buddy.*quot; *quot;Thanks.*quot; He says and blushes. I take a sip of coffee. Never know what it might be. *quot;Wow. You are going to have to show me how to make coffee.*quot; *quot;I jsut put a lil cinnamin in it.*quot; *quot;Really?*quot; *quot;Yeah it makes it better dont it?*quot; *quot;That it does.*quot; and I take another sip. I continue eating and kind of work around the bacon. *quot;These home fries are really good. Is it onion and peppers in it too?*quot; *quot;Yes.*quot; He says and slips up next to me on the bed. He kind of leans into me. *quot;Man it just keeps getting better.*quot; *quot;What?*quot; He asks looking up at me with his lovely face and big brown eyes. *quot;I get a great breakfast and a handsome boy climbs into bed with me to snuggle as I eat.*quot; He smiles at me. I finish eating and the strips of bacon are still there. I opted to be polite and not metnion it and yet not eat it either. *quot;That was a great breakfast. Thank you.*quot; I sit the cutlery down and kiss the top of his head. *quot;Im glad you liked it. Did I cook the bacon worng?*quot; *quot;No buddy. I just dont like bacon.*quot; *quot;What? You crazy.*quot; As soon as he said it he cowered away from me. He scooted as far from me as possible. He fell off the bed and got up and went to the corner shaking. I am confused. *quot;Tremay whats the matter? Whats going on?*quot; I say sitting the tray aside. I crawl a crossed the bed and climb off and grab hin and hug him. He is shaking like a leaf. I gently hold him and run my hand gently up and down his back. *quot;Its ok Tremay. It will be alright.*quot; He is crying and trying to talk. But, noting you can understand is coming out. *quot;Calm down. It will be OK.*quot; After about thirty seconds. That felt like eons. *quot;Im sorry Mr Jones I dint mean to call you crazy. You gonna whoop me now?*quot; He says using his hands to cover his bottom. *quot;Why would I spank you for that. Everyone thinks Im crazy I dont like bacon.*quot; He kind of looks at me confused. I push my hand down from his back between his hand and his firm buttocks. I gently rub his bottom with my hand. *quot;I dont think I will ever need to spank you. Especially not saying Im crazy. You are a sweet boy. You will learn that I am a pretty decent guy. Im pretty easy to get along with. Very little makes me angry. So I really doubt you have to worry I will spank you. What has happend to you in the past is over. I cant say get over it and poof its magially gone. But, now your life is I hope going to be filled with love and happiness. I dont ever want you to be afraid of me. If you want to tell me something you tell me. I wont say I wont get mad at first. But, I will let you know I am angry. I will go to my office and think about it for a while and calm down. Then we will discuss it. No mattter what it is. I dont care. You totalled my truck when you went on a date with some fine young man. I will be pissed. I wont lie. But, the most important thing would be you are alright. So you see you are going to be here a long time. I dont want to have you afraid of me. I would rather have you love me.*quot; I say and wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. It just feels so right, and so perfect when he wraps his arms around me to hug me back. *quot;Mr Jones. I think I already do love you.*quot; He says softly. *quot;I think I do too.*quot; I say and kiss his cheek. He smiles at me. His face still wet from his tears. *quot;Why dont you young man go wash your face off. I will take the tray downstairs and I know I got to get the lunch started.*quot; *quot;Nah Shay and Sharne started it already. They are makng Baked chicken. Potato salad and baked beans. *quot;That sounds pretty good.*quot; Looks good so far too.*quot; He says and heads to the restroom to wash his face. I put on some clothes and head down with the tray. *quot;Morning Mr Jones. Tremay say you was up real late workin.*quot; *quot;Yes I was. I never stay up that late. But, everything was just clicking for me. So I figured take advantage of a good thing.*quot; *quot;Yep get while the gettins good.*quot; *quot;Exactlly.*quot; *quot;Mr Jones we got lunch today. You need a rest. Why dont you go sit on the porch and relax.*quot; *quot;Are you sure?*quot; *quot;Yes we sure. I will bring you out some coffee in a second.*quot; Sharne says pushing me towards the door. *quot;Im going. Im going.*quot; I say looking over my shoulder at her pushing me. I walk out the door and look beind me. *quot;Nothing like getting kicked out of your own house you know.*quot; I say looking back at her. She smiles at me. I just shake my head pretending disgust and go sit down on my chair. I saw that Dee had already put the rocker on the porch. That was sweet of her. I am watching the children play. Its so nice to see them having fun and laughing. If there is a heaven then it must be filled with happy children. Other wise forget it. I dont want anything but that. Jenae sees Im outside sitting and makes her way over to me. *quot;Hi Mr Jones.*quot; *quot;Hi sweetie. How you doing today?*quot; For some reason she is acting bashful today. She does that sometimes. I think its cute as hell. She has on a sundress and is holding it with her hand and waving it back and forth. *quot;Can I sit with you?*quot; *quot;Of coures when have I ever said you couldnt?*quot; *quot;Never.*quot; She says smilinga nd climbs up on my lap. *quot;I got you your coffee Mr Jones.*quot; Sharne says as she walks out with it and a couple donuts on a plate. *quot;Thanks. But, are you sure. I mean I can help.*quot; *quot;No we got this. We been talking about it. You works so hard for nothing. We jus wanna help.*quot; *quot;I dont do it for nothing.*quot; *quot;You gets paid?*quot; She looks shocked. *quot;Not in money no. But, I know that every boy or girl in this neghborhood knows if they are hungry I will fill their bellies. That to me is something. Actually its a lot. A hell of a lot better then money. Seems like everyone should realize the need for children in America to have good meals. That one out of six children in America isnt sure where their next meal is coming from on any given day. Thats fucked up in this country. I call bullshit.*quot; *quot;I guess you right. Ever body knows you feedin the kids. They all happy bout it too. Lots of people roun here aint got nothing or they would help too.*quot; *quot;I know. Just look at what Mitchell has done. He has money so he is giving back. Thats the way it should be.*quot; *quot;You right. I bes get back in there. We got some more to get done.*quot; At that she turns and walk back into the house. *quot;Mr Jones. I think your right. If I ever get rich Im gonna help people jsut like you do.*quot; *quot;You dont have to be rich. Look at me I sure ain't rich. In some countries I would be. But, here. Im pretty much a poor guy. I have some things sure. Im doing better then a lot. I mean everything I own is paid for. So no payments. So if you just can help a little thats good too. Matter of fact why dont you help yourself to one of those donuts.*quot; She smiels at me and snatches one off the plate in a second. I smile at her as she takes a bite. *quot;Have I told you lately that I love you?*quot; She thinks a minute looking up. *quot;Nope been aaaalllll the way since yesterday.*quot; She smiles at me. She has donut glaze around her mouth. I wipe it of with my finger. *quot;Well, I do love you.*quot; *quot;I know Mr Jones. I love you too.*quot; *quot;How is your mom? I havent seen her in a while.*quot; *quot;Shes tired. Working all the time.*quot; *quot;See thats why you need to get a good education.. So you dont have to work so hard to survive.*quot; *quot;I know Mr Jones. Education means money, and optoins.*quot; *quot;Indeed.*quot; We sit and talk for a while about this and that. I like talking to her. She is a smart girl. She actually pays attentionto current events at her age. I am always impressed by this and tell her so often. I asked her once why she does it. She says I live here. I ought to know whats going on. How can you argue that. We are sitting in silence a while. I am gently rubbing her tummy. *quot;Why dont you go play and have fun?*quot; *quot;I would rather just sit with you if thats alright?*quot; *quot;Its fine with me. But, why would you want to sit with me when you could be having fun?*quot; She looks up at me and smiles. *quot;Cus Mr Jones. I got you all to myself right now. That dont happen often.*quot; *quot;No I guess it doesnt does it. I never really thought about it.*quot; *quot;Yeah usually I got to share you. Cuz every body wants to be next to you. Which is good.*quot; She says and leans back into my chest. *quot;It is kind of nice isnt it?*quot; *quot;Yeah.*quot; We sit another twenty mintutes like that rarely talking only just little tidbits like. *quot;The sky sure is pretty today.*quot; *quot;Yeah.*quot; Or. *quot;Brianna got a new dress.*quot; *quot;Oh thats nice.*quot; Shay comes out carrying things. *quot;Let me up so I can help bring things out.*quot; *quot;Mr Jones we got this.*quot; She says holding up her hand at me to stay where I am. I watch as the ladies serve the children and they have a few of the older ones take the meals to the seniors. I watch and smile as the children sit down and start talking to the older folks. I smile and think its nice. As the children are finishing up thier meals Shay and Sharne go out and start talking to them. I cant hear what they are saying but, I hear the children giggle. *quot;Aight line up then.*quot; Shay shouts out. The children all line up at the steps hurma escort and Shay open the door. *quot;Aight dishes parade may begin.*quot; She anounces. *quot;What the fu...*quot; Ah I caught myself. I try not to swear too much in front of the kids. Well usually. *quot;What is a dishes parade?*quot; I ask. *quot;Come see. We was thinking about it last night.*quot; I lift Jenae off my lap and walk into the house. *quot;Ill be dammed.*quot; I say as I walk in and each child walks up to the sink washes their plate. Hands it over for inspection then heads out Grabbing a cookie when they do. *quot;Thats brilliant!*quot; *quot;We know.*quot; They say in unsion. So what usually takes me a good hour is done in about five minutes. I like they had an inspector. I would be afraid to see some of the plates. *quot;You two sit down. I know you dint eat Jenae. We will get you two your lunch.*quot; We sit at the table and the ladies put heaping plates of food in front of us. *quot;Mylanta.*quot; I say. Making them all laugh. I dig in and it is fantastic. *quot;The children ate good today.*quot; I say and shovel another bite into my mouth. One of the ladies set a Coke next to me. *quot;Thank you.*quot; I manage to say between bites. Once I am done which doesnt take long I sit back and look at the empty plate amazed I ate that much. *quot;That was amazing. Why is everyone cooking better then me in my own kitchen?*quot; I say feighning anger. *quot;Ain't nobody better then you . Just different is all.*quot; Before I even thougt about getting up to wash my plate it was gone and cleaned. *quot;You little girl dont get that treatment. Get to the dishes parade.*quot; *quot;Yes ma'am. Do I get a cooke too?*quot; *quot;Yes you do.*quot; *quot;Can I have a cookie?*quot; I ask. The response I got was the plate put in front of me. *quot;I could get used to this.*quot; I say to them laughing. *quot;You bes not tomorrow you back to white slavery.*quot; Shay says laughing. I eat a cookie. *quot;I need to go to the store and get some things for dinner tonight. You ladies be OK?*quot; *quot;We been ok all day Mr Jones.*quot; I get in response. *quot;Just checking. Need anything while im there?*quot; I got head shakes. *quot;Can I go too?*quot; Jenae asks me. *quot;Sure.*quot; I say and smile. She takes my hand and we alk out to the truck. I lift her up in it and climb in after. We get to the store. Not Walmart. Krogers this time. Never saw beef tenderloin at walmart. Not their clientel I guess. I find a nice one and Jenaes eyes almost pop out when she sees the price. *quot;Dang Mr Jones.*quot; *quot;Its a special occasion. I dont buy it often.*quot; I say to her. I get the rest of the things I need some white wine etc. As we are walking through I am greeted every so often by someone. *quot;Afternoon Mr Jones*quot; *quot;Good afternoon.*quot; I say back. When we get out to the car Jenae says to me. *quot;You knows a lot of people Mr Jones.*quot; *quot;I guess I do. I lived in the city my whole life around millions of people. I didnt know hardly anyone. Weird huh?*quot; *quot;Kinda.*quot; We put the groceries in the back and head out of the parking lot. I swing through the McDonalds drive thru. *quot;You cant be hungry Mr Jones.*quot; *quot;Im not. Im doing something you cant ever say anything about OK? Its our secret.*quot; *quot;Sure.*quot; She says in a whisper. I guess to little girls that makes it a secret. Dont know never been a little girl. I get a cheesburger small fies and an orange soda. As we are pulling out we go a few blocks and I pull over. *quot;Stay in the truck.*quot; I grab the food and walk over to a group of women Hookers if you must. *quot;Hi Mr Jones.*quot; Jamals mother says. *quot;I brouhgt you something to eat. You got to eat.*quot; *quot;You always bringing me stuff to eat. How Jamal doing?*quot; She says as she takes the food and drink. I smile at her. *quot;He is doing great. I tell you what he is a really smart boy thats for sure.*quot; *quot;He smart enough to latch on to you.*quot; She says taking a bite of the cheeseburger. *quot;I know I have never been happier. But, I know he would rather be home with you. Have you thought about the treatment program I was telling you about?*quot; She looks at me. *quot;I been thinking about it. But, I tell you. I be scared.*quot; *quot;It is scary. I mean really its hard to give something up that you are so dependant on. I cant say I ever had to do it. But, I can imagine.*quot; *quot;You really think he rather be with me?*quot; *quot;Yes. He loves you very much. He told me before you started smoking crack you were a great mom. He told me all kinds of stories about the things you two used to do. I could see the smile in his eyes when he told me. You got my number you let me know when your ready. I dont care if its three in the morning I will get you and take you.*quot; *quot;You a good man Mr Jones. I dont know what I did to deserve you in my life.*quot; *quot;You had that great son of yours who desperately wants you back.*quot; A car pulls up and I take off. *quot;Wasnt that...*quot; Jenae starts. *quot;Yes and dont say a word about it.*quot; *quot;You think she really gonna quit?*quot; *quot;I hope so.*quot; I say and pull into traffic. We get back to the house and I start prepping the meat and the ladies are watching. I get it preped and put it in the fridge. *quot;Shoot I cant wait for dinner tonight.*quot; Shay said. *quot;It do look good dont it?*quot; *quot;Just wait until you taste it.*quot; I say smiling at them. The ladies take off and I know they will be here around six. I figure I will wait until they arrive until I put it in. Someties people can be late and it only takes 45 minutes to cook. So we can visit during that time. Jenae goes out to play with the other children and I sit at my table and think about what Jenae said. I know a lot of people. I lived in the city my entire life. I know more peole here then I ever did there. I feel more cofortable here. I feel safer here. I just feel like me here. Im happy. For once in my life I am truly happy. Its not becasue i have two beautiful boys living with me. Thats not a bad thing. But, Im happy becasue I am part of something now. A part of something trying to make things better for other people. That makes me happy. I feel useful and needed. Most importantly I feel loved. People need love. People crave it and desire it. We write stories about it. Songs and movies. Its important. I didnt realize how much I didnt have it until just now. I hear the children playing and the birds singing. I wish everyone in the world could be as happy as I am right now. If that was the case. There would be no more robbing and killing. No more need for drugs to fill the voids in peoples hearts. The world would be a wonderful place. As the Queen song says. This could be heaven. I stop thinkng all my sappy thoughts and go watch some news. I doze off as I am. Dee wakes me up when she walks in. *quot;Rough day Mr Jones?*quot; *quot;No actually I didnt do anything today. The ladies took care of everything. I just sat around and did nothing. But, I guess I was up late last night working. Guess I was still tired.*quot; *quot;You got to take care of yourself. A lot of people need you now.*quot; *quot;I will.*quot; *quot;You better. I was just coming to get my babies and tell you hi. I am trying to figure out how Im gonna move. I got rent in three days. i would rather not pay it if I dont have to.*quot; *quot;Yeah why waste money right?*quot; *quot;Exactlly.*quot; She takes off and I hear Keeny and Jenny fussing a little they want to stay. She isnt listening to it and I hear someone getting a swat on the behind. She must really be stressed she isnt usually that quick to swat one of them. She will mind you. But, usually they have got to be doing something pretty bad. I switch it to That 70's Show. I am not a religious follower of this show. But, I do like it. I find it amusing. I hear a car pull up and look it is exactlly six. I get up and let in Mitchell, Quinton and their ladies. *quot;Good evening everyone. Welcome to my home. Make yourselves confortable. I ill put dinner in the oven.*quot; I do just that as I had the oven preheating and I set the timer and walk back into the living room. They are all sitting on the couch. *quot;Mr Jones you care if we smoke?*quot; Mitchell asks. *quot;No feel free.*quot; I say. *quot;Cool.*quot; Quinton pulls out a fat sack of weed. I guess I looked kind of shocked becasue Mitchell said. *quot;You thought we meant cigarettes? Its aight. We dont have to.*quot; *quot;No its fine. I used to smoke for a long time. Then my source got popped and I never found another one.*quot; *quot;Cool. You can smoke with us if you want.*quot; *quot;I tell you I do miss it some. Its the process I think I miss most. The pulling it out of the bag. Breaking it apart. Putting it into the grinder and then folding the paper just right sprinkling in the weed. Rolling the joint to perfection then licking the edge of the paper. Twitsing the ends and then inspectong it to see its beauty. Placing it in your lips lighting it and feeling the rush of heavy smoke entering your lungs. Trying not to cough and holding it in. Feeling the rush of the THC entering your bloodstram and exhaling a large plume of smoke becasue you took a massive hit.*quot; *quot;Damm Mr Jones you sound like you talking about fucking.*quot; Shay says. *quot;Anytime you want some weed Mr Jones just let one of the girls know. They always got some on em.*quot; *quot;I may just do that.*quot; I say smiling thinking of getting stoned and watching mindless TV for hours losing myself in the show. I hand Quintin a magazine to roll on. He leans back and rolls a fat ass blunt. He hands it to Mitchell. *quot;Yeah Mr Jones I was thinking bout what you said when I was rolling it. It is a process. Its kind of nice really.*quot; Mitchell takes a hit and then passes it to Shay. It makes its way to me. *quot;I dont know. Should I? I mean I got the boys to look after.*quot; *quot;You be alright. We here anyway.*quot; Sharne says, *quot;What the fuck?*quot; I say and take the blunt. I take a hit. A little hit its been a long time. I feel the smoke go into my lungs and I hold some in my mouth and inhale it through my nose. I think some one said it was a French inhale. Not sure. But, its what I did, I hold it in for as long as I can and when I let it out I feel a little dizzy from holding my breath for so long. *quot;God thats good.*quot; I say smiling and hand the joint back to Mitchell. *quot;Only the best. Mr Jones. Only the best.*quot; He says and takes another hit. It gets to me again. *quot;I better not. Its been a really long time. I have zero tollernce now.*quot; *quot;Its cool. No pressure.*quot; Quinton hands it back to Mitchell. They each take another hit and put it out. We sit and chat about whats gong on in the neighborhood for a little while. *quot;Damm Mr Jones that smells amazing.*quot; Mitchell says. *quot;Ah its nothing. But, I do have to get the sauce done. Please excuse me.*quot; *quot;If you want anything to drink the ladies know where everythig is. *quot;Shoot I could use me a soda right about now.*quot; Mitchell says. The ladies follow me and grab some drinks for them and the guys *quot;Need any help Mr Jones?*quot; *quot;Nah I got this.*quot; I am feeling pretty good. Got a real nice buzz going. That has to be the best weed I ever smoked. I start making the sauce and start carmalizing the carrots. I get it all done and pull out the meat. Oh its lovesly. I take it to the table on a serving tray. I go to the porch and have Jamal and Tremay go get their hands washed for dinner. They do so quickly as the aroma in the house is intoxicating. I start slicing it and pour some sauce over it and hand it to each guest. I then make a plate for Tremay and Jamal then myself. I start with the Chatuae potaotes and pass them around. Then the carrots. Everyone has their plates ready and we begin to eat. *quot;Mr Jones I believe this is the best tasting meal I have ever eaten.*quot; Quentin says in hs deep voice. *quot;Its Chaeaubriand with Bernaise sause and Chateau potaotes. I then glazed some baby carrots I thought they would be nice to go with it.*quot; I had poured all the adults a glass of wine. I found a nice pinot noir. Its a nice dry burgundy that goes very well with this meal. *quot;It is up on my list too.*quot; Mitchell says. *quot;Its actually not that hard to make. Maybe fifteen minutes to get it ready and thats about it.*quot; *quot;The wine is good too.*quot;Shay says. *quot;Can I try some?*quot; Tremay asks. *quot;Yeah me too please?*quot; Jamal pleads. *quot;I dont guess a little will hurt them.*quot; I get up and grab two more wine glasses and put a splash in each glass. The boys both take a drink and make sour faces. *quot;What you dont like it?*quot; *quot;No its kind of gross.*quot; *quot;Its becacuse its for grownups.*quot; I say. We all are enjoying the meal. *quot;Did you know Mr Green left his house to Dee?*quot; *quot;No shit. That was one good old dude. For sure.*quot; Mitchell says. *quot;Yeah we been trying to figure out how to get her moved before her rent is due in three days. So she can save that money. I dont guess you know any moving ompanies that are fast and cheap.*quot; He laughs. *quot;No but, I got a lot of niggas sitting around doing a bunch of nothing right now.*quot; *quot;You mean right now. Right now.*quot; I ask. *quot;Yeah.*quot; He says smiling. *quot;Let me call Dee.*quot; We talk a minute. She runs over to see if the utilities are on at his house yet in her name. She calls me back and says sure. Mitchell picks up his phone. *quot;Yeah. Get everybody and some boxes. We moving somone tonight.*quot; There is a pause. *quot;I ain't joking. Get ever body over to Mr Jones house in an hour. Ever body best be here too.*quot; He says and hangs up his phone. *quot;There ya go. Problem solved.*quot; *quot;You really are the best entrepenour in this town.*quot; *quot;Whatever he a gangsta.*quot; Shay says smiling. *quot;Nah. I like Mr Jones idea better.*quot; *quot;You know I been thinking Mitchell. If I had money like you do. I would start swooping up all the houses around here. I mean shit you can get them for next to nothing. Then you remodel them and then sell them to someone on contract. You make some good money doing that. I got about 20 in thsi house now. I bet I could sell it for twice that easy now. That and you would be helping out the community. Making things nicer. Creating more homeowners. It would be a double win.*quot; *quot;I like that idea Mr Jones. Q. Check on this tomorrow. See what we can do.*quot; *quot;Sure thing boss.*quot; He says making a note on his phone. *quot;Everyone ready for desert?*quot; Both boys smile and answer to the affirmitive. I go and bring out a chocolate cake with cherry compote on top. I saw it at the stoer and thought yum. So here it is. We eat our cake and laugh about some things. I tell them how Tremay made me breakfast this morning. Mithcell told him he was proud of him taking care of his man. I wonder what he meant by that. Could be anything. But he did say I could have him however I wanted. So maybe he figures I already did. AH no big deal they accept me for me all my flaws and all. Sure enough an hour later I heard several cars pulling up. We go outside and Mitchell directs everyone to Dees house and then explains in detail what to do. He also threatens anyone who breaks anything or even thinks about stealing anything. It took about thirty or forty guys an hour to move everything she owned from one house to the next. It took them another hour to go through the things she wanted to put in the attic and what to put in the garage She had them pack up Mr Greens clothes becasue she couldnt bear to do it. She put the beds in my garage she said I will be needing them and laughed at me. I just shook my head. So thats how Dee got moved at he unlikiest of ways. It was sure a crazy sight. Watching all the gang members working to help someone out. Not an every day sight thats for sure. Mitchell and Quinton sat and drank a beer they had he ladies go get and wached from the porch. I had a Coke and sat with them. Hey I ain't hauling heavy shit if I dont have too. Momma raised a fool and her happy ass is in the city still. Once they got done we all said our fair thee wells. I looked at it was only around 9. Well, an eventful evening I think. I walk into the house and the boys are spread out on the couch playing a game. I sit in my chair and watch them a couple minutes until they actually even realize my presence. Put a child in front of a video game the world around them is no more. *quot;Oh sorry Mr Jones. You want to watch TV or someting.*quot; Tremay says half scared Im mad. *quot;Nah its OK you boys have fun. I think Im going to go take my bath before you guys tonight.*quot; I say getting up to stretch and then head upstairs. I start the water and go to my room and grab a pair of sleeping pants. I turn on the window fan on high. Its getting hotter. I may get one of those window air conditioners. I will need like fifty of them. Maybe I should check on a central ac unit. I bet thats pricey. I head back into the bathroom and add some bubbles. I feel like bubbles and I am going to have me some damm bubbles I think. I ease into the tub and I slide down until just my head is above water. It feels so amazing. I may never put in a shower. I close my eyes and listen to the boys playing downstairs. I smile that I have two boys living with me that I love one dearly and am starting to love the other. I know they both feel the same. I sit and think about how lonely I was when I was in the city. I start to cry. Not bawling or anything just tears streaming down my face. I dont really know why Im crying. Maybe I am grieving or maybe Im happy about my new life. I just know that tears are slipping from my eyes. The boys arent saying anything and its so peacful. I hear the bubbles poping in the tub. I wipe the tears from my eyes and put that behind me. I scrub my face as I do. I think of when my sister and I were kids how she would try to protect me from my stepfather. Her father. I used to hide in the closet when he was home. Out of sight out of mind. Why am I thinking of these things. I dont want to think of the horror that was my youth. The constant beatings. I remeber one time I got beaten for I swear breathing too loud. I start thinking about Tremay. Thats why Im thinking about these things. Trying to remember what it was like. How when I was his age I always dreamed of someone to come and take me away and let me be me and happy. Thats what I am to Tremay I think. I determine right then and there that I will do everything in my power to be a good *quot;hero*quot; to him. Because thats what I always felt they would be is my hero. My thoughts are interupted by two boy strolling in. *quot;Um Mr Jones...*quot; Tremay stars and stops. He looks down at his fidgeting hands. *quot;What Tremay?*quot; I say as kindly as I can. *quot;Well, I was talking to Jamal and he was saying how you always be washing him. And you washed me too. I says to him. Do you ever wash him? He says no I never thought about it. I never thought he might like it like I do. So I says well dont you think we should at least go ask if he would want that. Sooooo Jamal says yeah thats a good idea and so here we is.*quot; He syas in one breath. *quot;Well, I dont know if I would like it or not. I dont ever remeber anyone washing me but, me. But, if you boys want to I will let you. I have read lots of storie where it happens. It sounds nice.*quot; Jamal looks up and smiles. He grabs a wash cloth and he lathers it up. He lifts my leg out of the water as Im still submerged. He scrubs my toes which kind of tickles. Then my foot and up my leg. Then he proceeded to do the other one. I have to admit it does feel nice. When he is done with my leg Jamal says. *quot;You got to sit up now so I can wash some of you too. *quot; I smile and do just that. He starts washing my back and it feels amazing. Tremay has taken one of my arms and is washing it. When he gets to my hands he does like I did to him and massages it a little. Oh my god its felt amazing. Jamal was running his bare fingers up and down my back. If this isnt heaven then nothing is. Tremay switches to my other arm and he washes it then massages teh hands again. Jamal starts rubbing my back. His thin young fingers pressing into my back. I can see it in my mind and its getting me turned on. I know I shouldnt be. But, I am me and I am turned on. My cock head appears above the water. Tremay looks at it and a sly grin appears on his face. He then puts down my arm gently into the water and starts cleaning my chest. He is just using the bar of soap and his hand. I close my eyes it feels so amazing being pamperd by two lovely boys. I feel Tremay work his way down and his hand is soon stroking my cock and he looks at me and grins. I almost came right there. I moan in pleasure. He lets me go. I want to scream no dont stop. But, I will never force him. Jamal starts washing my hair. It feels so good him scrubbing my head. I still long for Tremays hand back on my cock. But, this is really nice too. Once Jamal rinses my hair he says. *quot;We done Mr Jones get out so we can dry you off.*quot; I do as I am asked and my cock is standing at full attention. The boys dry me off the best they can. Which is pretty good. I know my cock is very dry with the attention they gave him. It was nice too. I start to grab my sleeping pants. *quot;Nah ığdır escort you dont need those yet.*quot; Tremay says, and smiles. *quot;Yeah we gonna give you a good massage like you does for me sometimes.*quot; Jamal says. *quot;Wow. Why are you guys doing this? You want something.*quot; I ask suspiciouslly. *quot;No sir. Mr Jones we just want to be as good to you as you is to us.*quot; Jamal says. I look at Tremay. He nods its true. *quot;Im sorry guys. Im jsut not used to everyone being so nice to me is all.*quot; *quot;I kow how that feels.*quot; Tremay agrees softly. But, I hear him. *quot;Now come with us.*quot; Jamal says pulling my hand leading me to the bedroom. *quot;Now get up there and lay on yout tummy. I do as instructed and they both sidle up next to me. I feel one rubbing my feet and the other working on my shoulders. *quot;Boys this feels amazing.*quot; *quot;We hopes you would like it.*quot; Tremay says. *quot;I do I like it very much.*quot; I relax and enjoy them rubbing me up and down and meeting in the middle and working back. I am so relaxed I nearly doze off. But, I dont want to do that and miss any of this. This is a moment I will remeber the rest of my life. They had me turn over and I readily agreed. They continued thier rubbing of my body starting at the top and the bottom. This time when they met in the middle grabbed my hard member and started to stroke it. I had to see who. It was Jamal. Tremay was staring at it watching it slide between Jamals dark fingers. He reaches up and starts playing with my sack which feels rather nice. He moves Jamals hand and puts hsi hand on my cock and then proceeds to take the head into his mouth. I shutter when he does this. He I am sure has done this a time or two before. he is doing an amazing job and he is swilring his tongue around the head. He continues and starts bobbing up and down taking a good half into his mouth. I dont last long at all. Maybe a minute and a half if you are counting. I knew it was over way too soon. I try to warn him I was going to cum. But, no words would come out. When I did shoot he wasnt surprised by it and swallowed as much as he could. I nearly came again when I saw a bit of my cum slip out of the corner of his mouth. Once he sucked me dry he lifted off my cock and licked his lips. What a boy I think. Once I finally catch my breath in my post orgasmic bliss I say. *quot;Thank you. That was amazing.*quot; *quot;Your welcome.*quot; They say in unison. *quot;Anytime you want Mr Jones.*quot; Tremay says smiling. They both undress and snuggle up to me. I am asleep in seconds. I did feel bad I didnt pay them back. But, I just had no ability to do it. Because believe me I dont turn down the oppurtunity to suck off these boys and give him some bliss. Maybe Kenny one day. The nesxt morning I am covered in sweat. Its so hot already. It was muggy last night. Now its worse. I am at least gettig a unit for in here and the living room. I look at my phone and its says its already 94. Supposed to hit 102. I wonder if I can find a unit. I bet they are sold out. Fuck its hot I think. I dont like being hot. Its why I like winter. I slip out of bed and go pee. I get my sleeping pants and slip them on. I go downstaris and pull out some cereal and milk. Its too hot to cook anything I think. I make myself a bowl then and soon joined by two naked boys. *quot;No clothes this morning?*quot; I ask smiling. *quot;Its too hot. Sides its just gonna be you Kenny Jenny and Dee they all seen me naked befo.*quot; Jamal says. *quot;Me too.*quot; I say smiling. :Speak of the Devil.*quot; I say as I hear the front door open. *quot;I dont care if she tried hard. Black is beautiful but, not if its oatmeal and toast.*quot; Kenny says. *quot;You should have tried to eat it.*quot; *quot;Forget you. Morning Mr Jones.*quot; *quot;Good morning. I take it Dee destroyed breakfast again?*quot; *quot;Yeah and its was oatmeal Mr Jones. I can make oatmeal.*quot; Kenny says. taking a seat. I grab him a bowl and put the cereal in frotn of him. The other boys had helped themselves and are eating now. *quot;Sides I didnt see you eating it too fast neither.*quot; Kenny says. *quot;Well, at least I tried.*quot; She says defending herself. *quot;Yeah but, I see you eating ceral now.*quot; *quot;Cuz it was nasty. But, at least I didnt say it like you did.*quot; *quot;Momma says to tell the truth.*quot; *quot;Yeah but, you dont have to say things all the time.*quot; He rolls his eyes at her and goes back to eating. Once we are done the children wash their dishes and put them in the drainer. I like the dish parade. Damm its hot I think. *quot;Everybody get dressed we are heading to get me an air conditioner its too hot.*quot; My boys run upstairs and get some clothes on. I am guessing a pair of basketball shorts and t-shirts. As they come down the stairs I see if you would have bet me I would have won. We go and pile in the truck and head to the Walmart first. No luck. I head to Menards. Sold out. Well shit. I go to Lowes and Home depot. No luck. Son of a bitch. Im going to melt away. At lesat the truck has air. But, I cant sit in the truck forever. Can I? No silly no of course not. I finslly gave up and decided to head back to the house. *quot;Well, boys it looks like we are going to be hot again tonight.*quot; *quot;You should call M. He knows people.*quot; Tremay says. *quot;Good idea buddy.*quot; I say and he smiles at me. I go in and start making up some lunch meat sandwiches pull out a big tub of potaoto salad and decide thats lunch. Wait I got some chips. As I am getting out chips the ladies arrive. *quot;Dang Mr Jones its hot as fuck in here.*quot; Sharne observes. *quot;Yeah I went to eight hundred stores today to find an air cinditioner. I had no luck.*quot; *quot;You should call M. He knows people.*quot; *quot;I keep hearing that.*quot; *quot;Fuck that I call him. M sup baby? Yeah i been thinking about you too. Hey I be over here at Mr Jones house. He ain't got no air conditiong. He say he tried to get one today. But ain't nobody got none. Baby he needs some air in the house like now.................Baby do this I do that thing you like. Aight baby see you tonight. Love you.*quot; She hangs up the phone and smiles. *quot;Mr Jones you have air conditioning on the way.*quot; I cant help it I am so excited I wrap her in may arms and kiss her cheek. *quot;I think I love you.*quot; *quot;Mr Jones I ought to do you favors more often.*quot; She says flirting with me. But in a playful way. *quot;Maybe you should.*quot; I say and kiss her cheek again and pull away. *quot;So we just making some sammiches?*quot; *quot;Thats it today. Too hot for anything else.*quot; I say. *quot;Good.*quot; They help me finish making the sandwiches and we serve the children. We still use the regular plates because paper towels dont hold potato salad for shit. So we have the dish parade. Shay thought to put some music on her phone for the parade and we are all dancing and doing our dishes having a good time. Children coming in and out. A man appears in the door way. I walk over. *quot;You mister Jones? The man asks. *quot;Yes.*quot; *quot;Im Ray. Im the Air guy that M sent. I need in your basement to look at a few things. Then I will get started.*quot; *quot;I thought I was jsut getting like a window deal. I dont think I can afford a unit like your talking its probablly like five grand.*quot; *quot;Its taken care of. Dont worry about it.*quot; *quot;I cant have Mitchell paying for my things. Thats not right.*quot; *quot;Oh no. Its a favor. See a few years back I needed a favor. M and his guys helped me out. So I am just repaying the favor is all.*quot; He says grinning. And happy to do it. I heard about you.*quot; *quot;What did you hear?*quot; I ask suspiciouslly. *quot;That you gots a heart of gold. Be feeding them children and a few old folks every day. You a good man Mr Jones I tell you what if I had known before he told me. I would have figured out some way to do it for you.*quot; *quot;So do I owe him now?*quot; *quot;Did he say you owe him?*quot; *quot;No.*quot; *quot;Then Im guessing not.*quot; He says and I show him the basement door. He goes on his way singing softly to himself. I just shake my head and smile. *quot;See tole you M knows people.*quot; She says to me. *quot;Yes you did. Maybe this favor deserves another hug and kiss.*quot; I say joking. She closes the gap between us and takes me in her arms and kisses my cheek. I start luaghing at her. *quot;Oh jeez you cant be doing that. Mitchell will theink Im trying to steal you away.*quot; *quot;He know better. I love him. Always have I guess. Always will I know.*quot; *quot;You known him a long time?*quot; *quot;Since we was kids in school. We starting hanging out when we was little like seven or eight. Then when we a little older we started well you know.*quot; She says blushing. *quot;Now your shy. I call bullshit.*quot; I say poking her ribs. We break the embrace. It was kind of nice. She is a lovely young woman. I mean I like boys. But, I think I could handle that. Or at least try maybe. If I didnt think Mitchell would kill me for it. We all three go sit on the porch and sip on some iced tea. *quot;Mr Jones it sure is different around here with you. Seems like more people be caring about stuff. I seen some boys the other day cleaning up a old mans yard. That yards been a mess for years ever since he had his stroke. He just cant do it no more. I remeber when he had the prettiest yard on the block. Its looking like its going to be again soon. He was sitting on his porch just a grinning looking at the yard. Them boys I seen over here eating sometimes. So they see you doing nice stuff. So they doing nice stuff. Things catch on. Nice stuff and bad stuff. Seems like more bad stuff happen now.*quot; I think its ironic she is saying this when Mitchell is the head of a gang. We sit and chat about this and that for an hour maybe two we werent really keeping track when Ray pops out and smiles. *quot;All set up for you Mr Jones. I got it turned on and it should be cool in your house in no time. Glad you had gas forced air so I didnt have to run ducts. That ain't no fun.*quot; *quot;I bet not.*quot; *quot;Pleasure helping you out Mr Jones.*quot; *quot;I really appreciate it. Did you get some lunch?*quot; *quot;Yeah one of the kids said I needed to sit with the other old people and gave me a plate. I just laughed and did what he said. Hell Im only 48.*quot; *quot;Children think 25 is old.*quot; We all nod in agreement. Ray gets in his van and heads for his next job I guess. *quot;Lets go inside I want to feel the cool.*quot; Shay says. *quot;Im kind of excited too.*quot; I say and jump up. We go in and its amazing. Its not sweltering in here. Its still warm because its not had time to get it a good temerature. But, its definetly better. Whats my light bill going to run now? I think. What the fuck do I care. Its hot out there. Later that evening after the boys and I had dinner we were sitting and watching a Disney show they love. OK that we love. Its funny dont judge. My phone rings. *quot;Good evening Mitchell. Thanks for the AC unit.*quot; *quot;No problem Mr Jones. You a good man you deserve nice things.*quot; *quot;Well, this is by far the best gift I have ever gotten.*quot; *quot;Glad I could help. I was just calling to ask you another favor.*quot; *quot;I didnt know you had ever asked me a favor Mitchell.*quot; *quot;Sure when I asked you to have Tremay live with you.*quot; *quot;Thats not a favor. Thats a gift really. I take back what I said the unit is the second best gift I have ever gotten. Im sorry Mitchell you were saying.*quot; *quot;Can you teach my lady how to make that thing you made. That was so damm fine.*quot; *quot;Sure anytime you want.*quot; *quot;Cool.*quot; *quot;And its no favor. Its jsut a friend helping out a friend.*quot; *quot;Even more cool.*quot; *quot;Let me know when.*quot; *quot;Will do. Later Mr Jones.*quot; *quot;Bye Mtchell.*quot; I hang up and both boys look at me. *quot;What?*quot; *quot;Just surprised is all. I dont think M calls no body.*quot; Tremay says. *quot;Sure he does. He calls me a few times a week.*quot; *quot;No way.*quot; *quot;Sure. We talk about all kinds of stuff. You were at dinner. We talk about real stuff. Not his business or anything like that. Hes my friend and he appreciates what and who I am. He sees me trying to help and he likes that. Thing is he helps a lot now too. I mean you think those ladies wanted to come at first. Hell no. you know he had to make them. But, now they love it.*quot; *quot;You somethin special Mr Jones.*quot; Tremay says and he snuggles up to me. Jamal not to be outdone sunggles up on the other side. I just sigh in contentement as another day is about to wind down for me and the boys. What a great day its been. I look at the ashtray and last nght they had left a few blunt roaches in the ashtray. OK when I say roahes I mean half blunts. I see four of them. I am thinking I really enjoyed it last night. *quot;Boys do you mind if I smoke a little weed?*quot; *quot;Its your hosue Mr Jones. You do what you want.*quot; Tremay says softly. *quot;No. Its our house. If I smoke weed I want to make sure its OK with you boys first.*quot; *quot;Mr. Jones. I been round people smoking lots worse. If you want to get high you do it.*quot; Jamal says. *quot;See thats what I mean. You have been around worse. I dotn want to smoke and you guys get upset with me.*quot; Jamal lifts his head from my chest and kisses my cheek. *quot;Mr Jones its just weed. Its legal in most places. I want you to be happy.*quot; *quot;Yeah its just weed Mr Jones. It aint like its hard stuff. Its better then beer and stuff.*quot; Tremay says. *quot;I probablly shouldnt. I mean what if something happens?*quot; *quot;Then you will take care of it. Just be high is all.*quot; Tremay says and gets up, and walks to the kitchen. Cool he is going to the bathroom without asking now. He comes back a minute later with my lighter in one hand and a cold Coke for me in the other. *quot;Your such a considerate boy. You know that?*quot; He smiles and hands me the lighter and reaches down and grabs one of the blunts, then hands it to me as well. *quot;You sure you guys are OK with it?*quot; I say as I put the blunt between my lips. *quot;You want me to light it for you to prove it?*quot; Jamal says. *quot;No I got this.*quot; And flip my Bic. I draw in a big hit and suck it deep into my lungs. I hold it until I have to breathe again. I let it out and barely any smoke comes out. Cool I think because I know I took a huge hit. I absorbed most of the smoke. I think a former President talked about this. Hmm which one? If you dont kow Im not telling you it was President...... See you thought I was going to say Obama. But, I didnt did I? Of former presidents go. I wouldnt mind hanging out with George W. He seems like he would be a fun guy. President Obama sure. Bill Clinton. I dont know maybe. I met him once. It was cool. Maybe I will tell that story one day. I take another long pull and butt the roach. Because I know I will be very. VERY high. Seeing as how this is the second time in ten years. Yeah VERY high for sure. I sit back and let out the small plume of smoke. The boys snuggle in to me. It feels like tingles are running through my body from where they touch me. It is amazing. I just stroked their backs as we watched yet another episode of the show. It was funnier now. I know its becasue Im high. But, it really is funny when Im not. I am really enjoying myself. Just relaxing with the boys. This one ends and I tell the boys its time for their bath. They shut off the TV not a arguement even thought in either head. I follow them up and they are getting undressed as I get the water ready. They climb in and I admire as always their beauty in front of me. Jamal sits next to where I am so I start washing him first. This seems to not be a power play. But, its my turn tonight play. I gently wash his back and he stands up. I gently wash his globes. I spread his cheeks apart with the wash cloth and run it through. He giggles when I go over his little anus. I run the wash cloth down one leg. He puts his hand on my shoulder to balance as he lifts his little foot. I wash it then we go to the other foot and then up the leg. He turns to me and I scrub his face and then rinse it off and hand him a towel to wipe his face dry. I hate water in my eyes. So I figure everyone does. I run the cloth over his neck and to his chest. He has such an amazing boy chest. He is obviouslly a boy. But he has definition. He has the start of a six pack. He is going to be an amazing looking man for someone for sure. I get down to his pubic line and his hard cock is there and waiting. I put the wash cloth aside and have to wash this by hand. I slowly stroke my fingesrs up his cock leaving white soap bubble behind. He moans when I do, and tilts his head back. I caress his little sack and balls with my other hand. My own cock is rock hard and I can feel my heart beating through it. *quot;You are so lovely. Do you know that?*quot; *quot;You tell me that almost every time.*quot; Jamal answers. But, not in a smart ass way. Just mentioning a fact. *quot;I must mean it then.*quot; I look at him and smiles. He grins back. *quot;I will let you save this for Tremay. Im sure he is thinking about it.*quot; *quot;Actually, I was kinda thinking about letting Tremay you know.*quot; *quot;No I dont.*quot; I say confused. *quot;You know like I done to him. Put it in me. I been thinking I want to try that. Cuz he likes it a lot. And if I likes him doing it I want you to try it. Cuz I know you really want to.*quot; I almost cum when he says this. *quot;Really. You would let me do that?*quot; *quot;Sure. You seem to like it a lot.*quot; *quot;I never done it before.*quot; He says and he rubs his cock thinking about it. *quot;Well, let go of your self before you cum. Lets get you washed then I think we should do it in the bedroom. Because Tremay your a bit bigger then Jamal. His little butt hasnt ever had a cock enter it so I think we will need some lube.*quot; Tremay smiles and stands up so I can wash him and Jamal moves out of the way. *quot;You ain't teasing?*quot; Tremay asks with a serious look on his face. *quot;No I want to try it. So I wash Tremay rather quickly as I think Im as excited as him. I get out Jaml first and dry him off. Then Tremay. We all walk to the bedroom and I pull off my jeans and t-shirt and slip on some sleeping pants. I am so going to want to wank whatching this. I have Jamal get up on the bed and pull some lube out of the drawer. I hand it to Tremay and he looks at me confused. *quot;You want me to show you what to do to get someone ready?*quot; *quot;Yes please.*quot; I smile. First thing you do is get some on your finger like this. I put some on my index finger and apply it to the outsdide of his exposed hole. Jamal responds with a moan. Then you do this a minute and let them enjoy the feeling. Then you slowly put in part of a finger. When they are older you can usually just slide one right in. Byt with Jamal we need to take our time so it doesnt hurt him but feel good.*quot; I slowly insert part of my finger into his very tight ring. He gasps. *quot;Do you want me to stop?*quot; I ask as I do actually stop. *quot;No it just surprised me is all.*quot; So I gently move the tip of my finger in and out slowly putting more in as I go. I am up to the second knuckle and fell around I should be near his prostate and *quot;OHHHHHH!!!!!!*quot; Found it. *quot;See inside their is a little thing called a prostate. When its touched it will give the person great pleasure. *quot;Yeah it does.*quot; Jamal says panting and lookng back at us. I slip my finger the rest of the way in him. I am just dreaming its my cock in his beutiful ass. The dark sking sucking in my finger. Holy fuck its amazing. *quot;I think he is ready for you buddy. Now put some lube on your cock. So it will slide in easy. But, when you start to push in dont just jam it in. Your cock is bigger around then my finger. He will have to get used to it first.*quot; *quot;Kay.*quot; He says as he lubes his cock and lines up to Jamals ass. He puts it up against his pucker and slowly pushes in. The head pops through with no trouble. He pushes in about an inch and just moans with pleasure. *quot;Oh my god this feels so good.*quot; Jamal says pushing his ass back into Tremay plunging the remaining cock into him. *quot;Oh OH OH!*quot; Tremay says, and pulls out a bit and pushes back in. Nature has taken over. *quot;Oh you are hitting that thingy. Oh keep doing it right like that. Oh yes.*quot; I watch for about a minute and a half and Tremay is taking his time. Not just slamming in and out like most boys would do. He isnt fucking. He is making love. He puts his hands on Jamals hips and guides himself in harder. I pull out my cock and Jamal is looking forward his head up eyes closed moaning in pleasure. I cant help myself. I crawl up on the bed and put my throbbinbg cock to his lips he opens instantly and starts bobbing his head on my cock. Moaning as he is. He starts rocking back and forth into Tremays cock coming at him and towards my cock. I wish I could say this lasted a long time. But, it was over nearly as fast as it started. I shot my load into Jamals mouth and he sucked it down as per usual. Tremay cums hard slamming his cock in and out of Jamals very accepting ass. He collapses onto Jamals back and wraps his arm around him. Panting he says. *quot;That so was great. Thank you so much.*quot; I pull my cock from his mouth and he swallows the last of my cum. He licks his lips and he looks back over his shoulder at Tremay. *quot;Now I see why you like it so much.*quot; After I gathered my senses again. I went and got a wadh closh and washed both boys off. *quot;Jamal did you cum?*quot; I ask. *quot;Yeah twice.*quot; He says grinning. We all snuggle in toghether after and chat a little and end up falling asleep within just a few minutes.