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Subject: Boy for rent Part 3
Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 03:58:22 -0800
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Boy for rent Part #3
Well in parts #1 and #2 of this I have covered in likely more detail than
necessary how everything got started when I was young. To the best of my
recollection it has been accurate as I remember it. In the next couple of
parts I will attempt to explain how I wound up being willingly available
for "rent" by Vincent's step dad Victor.
It was the very next morning that I learned that Vincent's mom was also
aware of our activities in her sons basement bedroom. Vincent and I had
stayed up for several hours after his stepdad had given me my first real "O"
the night before. We talked and he kept wanting me to tell him what it felt
like and I was unable to do so. Anyway the next morning we went upstairs for
breakfeast and as I walked into the kitchen Connie Vincent's mom smiled
broadly at me and said
"congratulations!".
I didn't understand what she meant at first and then it hit me like a truck.
She knew....she knew what had happened the night before. Oh shit I couldn't
believe it. She knew her husband had sucked me off the night before and she
seemed totally happy about it. Nothing was mentioned after that and I left
to go home right after breakfeast was over.
The events of that weekend and what took place in Vincent's basement bedroom
occupied 100% of my waking thoughts for the week that followed. Even thought
it was summer vacation I didn't get back over to Vincent's house (to sleep
overnight) until the following Friday. I had gone over for an hour or two
during the day during the week and Victor had acted just as if nothing had
ever happened. I was tormented by very mixed feelings all that week.
On one hand it was totally fucking bizarre what Victor had done to me.
Thinking about how I just let him do it and that I totally enjoyed it and he
knew that I had. I had managed to make myself cum in my own bed two or
three night's later by just thinking about what had happened and
picturing it in my mind as I lay under my covers pumping my little dick.
Although I did manage to make myself cum it wasn't anything like the first
time in Victors mouth.
What was troubling me so much was the fact that I wanted more than anything
else to have it happen again as soon as possible. And I was fairly certain
that Victor knew it. On my midweek visits to Vincent's we had gone straight
to his basement room and talked over and over about what had happened. He
told me how really cool it was to have put my still oozing little cock into
his mouth and feel the stuff coming out of it into his mouth. It was then at
the tender age of 8 years old that I first realized how much Vincent liked
sucking on me.
He said that it tasted just fine and he wanted to try it right then if I
wanted him to. Actually I did want him to but didn't have the time to let
him try as I had to get going back home. Vincent asked me if I was coming
over on Friday to stay the weekend and I told hime that I had planned on it.
He said that Victor had asked if I was sleeping over and that he had asked
him to have a talk with me to make sure that I wasn't freaked out over what
had happened the weekend before.
I told him that I was still in shock slightly over the whole thing but
especially about the fact that his mom seemed to know all about it happening
too. Vincent told his mom he was walking me home and that he would be back
in a while and we headed out the door. On the walk to my house Vincent told
me that his mom and stepdad were very open about sex and the whole sexuality
thing. He went on to tell me about how Victor had in the previous few months
or so had been "helping" him try and cum in his room always late in the
evening after Vincent had gone to bed.
It was I learned at this time a totally normal activity for Vincent to roam
the entire house and relax with his mom and step dad wearing nothing more
than and oversized t-shirt. His mom had even encouraged him to go totally
naked whenever his sister wasn't home. Their house was always locked and
oddly enough Vincent's sister did not have a key. So she would always call
before coming home from her friends house and they would let her in. I was
speechless when Vincent went on to tell me about how he and Connie and
Victor had sat around their family room upstairs after I would go home and
talk openly about what he and I had done together while I had been there.
I was so freaked out about the thought of the three of them just sitting
there casually talking about how we had spent literally hours together naked
in his basement "playing" with each other. I was sure I would never be able
to set foot in Vincent's house again. Have you REALLY just gone NAKED around
your MOM and Victor! I asked in amazement. Sure Vincent replied cheerfully.
It's kind of fun sometimes he said. Mom has even measured me a few times to
see if I am getting any bigger. You got HARD!! I gasped. Yea he said like he
couldn't understand why I was having so much trouble with what to him seemed
a totally normal event.
My mom wanted to know if yours was bigger since you are bigger than me in
every other way. That's why I brought the cloth tape measure with me last
weekend when we were camping. In fact we had measured each others little
cocks a couple of times the previous weekend. Victor told mom what a perfect
dick you have and she really wants to see it herself. I almost had to sit
down trying to absorb all of what Vincent had just told me in the last ten
minutes. Your mom touched you when you were hard? I finally asked. Just with
her fingers he said. She said I was developing nicely and that she figured
that I would have a really nice dick in a couple of years.
Vincent then turned more serious and said that Victor had wanted him to make
sure and talk to me about what had happened and to make sure I wasn't all
freaked out or upset about it. I was slightly freaked out but not in a
negative way. What was bothering me was the fact that I had a raging hard on
from his telling me all this and the thought of seeing him mom measuring his
little pole while he just stood there in front of her naked was causing my
dick to throb in my jeans. I finally managed to tell him that I was just
fine and that what had gone on was totally cool and that I was OK with it
really.
Good he said smiling broadly. I will tell Victor and mom that you are
allright with everything. When you sleep over this weekend Victor wanted to
know if you were allright with his coming down to my room to "visit" after
we go to bed, since my sunburn is pretty much healed he added. Is he is
going to do that to you this time I asked somewhat enteristed in the idea
now. Probably to both of us if it's Ok with you he said. Just Victor not
your mom right? I asked. Oh yea just Victor. Mom never comes downstairs when
Victor does. The idea of that feeling happening to me again and the
encouragement my little cock was giving me at that minute caused me to say
"sure!" in a voice that didn't begin to hide my enthusiasm over the
prospect. Great Vincent said happily, I will see you Friday afternoon.
It was that night in my bed thinking about all that had happened and all
that might happen that I managed to make myself cum for the second time in
my young life and the first time ever masterbating sucessfully. Over the
next day or two I thought about it so much that I began to accept the idea
of Victor's "help" as being Ok and even somewhat normal. The thought of
Connie, Vincent's mom knowing all about it and the knowledge that she"
really", from what Vincent had told me REALLY wanted to see my little cock
was still a mind blower. Vincent had told me in some detail how Victor had
attempted to describe my little package to her and how he kept going on
about how "perfect" my little hairless prick was and how she would love it
if she saw it.
Somehow I didn't think she would ever get the chance to. Oddly enough I was
rapidly becoming OK with the idea of Vincent's step dad seeing and touching
and even draining my little member. The thought of Vincent's mom Connie even
seeing me naked frightened me to death. The only time that Connie even
entered my mental images was when I would picture her measuring and
inspecting and perhaps even sucking on her sons little cock. That mental
image would get me really excited. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep
that night. I just lay under my covers and played with my throbbing unit and
after and hour or so I managed to squirt on my bed linens.
Even after cumming a little my cock stayed rock hard for hours and I just
layed there thinking about everything. I finally fell assleep for a few
hours to wake up to a dried and sticky but still rock hard prick. Over the
next day or so it stayed that way most of the time I guess in anticipation
of the weekend to cum.
Continued in Part #4