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Subject: Bagley Creek Road This story comes from a dream I had; the dream centered around the end part this story where I return home to find a pre-teen friend grown into a teen. I’m sure that the title was part of the dream but I can’t say exactly how or why. Regardless, I woke up with it and created a story around it. The next chapter is half way written. N-joi. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THIS IS MY 300TH STORY ON NIFTY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bagley Creek road was home and like many people, such places are still home even when you didn’t live there. It would always be home to me, and many like me. The road was maybe 2� miles long, 3 miles tops, a narrow ribbon of faded asphalt that ran from the highway pretty much straight up into the foothills. It rose slightly the first mile then more steeply for a half mile, and again slightly until it ended at the woods, 400 feet higher than where it began. During the late 60’s and early 70’s, some of those folks living on the last half mile of the road referred to it as Bag End, a reference to the Tolkien books. Like many of that era, little clicks of friends also took on nick names like Frodo, Samwise, or Gandalf and had horses or dogs named Shadowfax, Windfola, Strider and the like. Silliness. Where the Bagley Creek name came from is lost to history but there actually was a Bagley creek that ran alongside the lower portion of the road but veered off about half way up. For decades, many people on the road actually got their water from the creek. For decades, boys that lived along the road fished the creek but generally didn’t catch anything much over 7 inches long, although I did catch a 9 incher when I was 10. Small farms lined both sides of the road, small being defined as 10-20 acres, with a few here and there exceeding that but not by much. The plots of land were pretty much rectangular, separated by the usual 5 stands of barbed wire fencing that ran just about as straight as the road itself. Because virtually all of the farms had livestock they also had barns, almost all of which were dilapidated and unusable by the early 1970’s. By that time people were no longer dependent on what they raised or grew and the few head of livestock that still resided on the farms were more of the pet or hobby variety. Because of the livestock, much of the land was open field but of course there were copses of woods and the farther up the road you went, it seemed that the farms had more forested land. I lived on Bagley Creek for the first 14 years of my life. We had a dozen head of Whiteface cattle, horses, chickens, an occasional pig as well cats and dogs. I had my first horse at age 6 and naturally she was named Black Beauty. I also had my first rifle at age 6, a 22 single shot with a custom stock to fit my little arms. People generally spent their lives on Bagley Creek road, in some cases 2 to 3 generations of families occupying the same land. Sometimes a new home was built for the next generation but often times all it required was another addition to the original farm house, or not. Land didn’t turn over much on Bagley Creek, nor did it get broken up in to smaller parcels. That wouldn’t happen for another 30 years. With 20 or so families living on the road there were always plenty of kids to play with and being in the country, plenty of woods and fields to explore. Because we were 15 miles outside of the nearest town, kids were allowed to pretty much run free. The command “go outside and play” was taken seriously and if school wasn’t in session, would mean leaving in the morning and not coming home until supper time. Parents never worried because there wasn’t anything to worry about, as in abductions and the like. Ours was not the only road in the countryside. A mile over to the north was Shaw Road, beyond that Quarry Creek Road and in the other direction Snow Creek Road and Battle Field Road and the list goes on. Like Bagley Creek Road there were families and thus kids. I learned all about sex, birth and death in those early years. Of course a large part of that was due to the animals; breeding birthing and butchering. Every country boy and girl learned about the 3 B’s at a very early age. I’d gotten my first cock sucking around age 8 by another boy. Most often it was boys my own age but there were also older brothers or cousins who helped “initiate” the little guys. Since we had so much un-monitored time, once the sex floodgates had been opened they stayed open. It wasn’t just kids though, from time to time an adult would be part of the “life learning” experiences. A couple friends of mine and I walked in that garden when we were out playing naked savages in the woods behind our property one summer day. At the time Tarzan was a popular Television show which probably prompted the game. In any case we were doing some kind of war dance in a little clearing when in stepped a man and another boy. Both were as naked as we were and the boy had a boner. The man’s cock was huge, hanging loosely out of a thick patch of black hair. His hairy balls were large and seemed to me to hang half way to his knees. “Well, I see we have a group of naked savage boys,” the man said with a huge smile. There were 4 of us, all 8 or 9 years old, and we stopped cold, not knowing what to say. Every one of us had a boner too since the dance was only a prelude to cock sucking and other things, which the man somehow seemed to know. “I’m sure that you boys were all planning on a cock sucking party. Would you mind if Jimmy here, and I joined you.” Jimmy looked to be our age, a cute kid with a crew cut, but wasn’t a familiar face, at least to me. “Yeah, can we,” the boy asked, very eager to join in. “I do love sucking boys cocks,” the man said, “and of course I love having a boy suck my cock too.” We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said okay. A moment later I was getting my cock sucked by the man, who never did tell us his name. “You’re an awfully cute boy,” he said to me, “and you’ve got a really cute boner.” He then put his mouth over it and gave me the best blow job I’d had up until that time. He sucked me, fondled my balls, clutched my butt and basically did things no other boy had ever done. When he was done he stood up and revealed his now fully hardened cock which was the biggest I’d ever seen. He asked if I’d suck him, I said of course and proceeded to try. It was a pretty amazing experience. Around us, the other boys were blowing each other and Jimmy was right there doing it too. The guy eventually jacked off for us, shooting his sperm out all over the place. Until that time, only one of us had seen sperm and that had been from his older cousin. We never saw the guy or the kid again so figured they must have been visiting. As I edged into puberty at age 12, things got more interesting. My friends and I were getting hairs, having boners most of the time and of course sperming. It was also the time that fucking started. Sure, we’d all known about it from the animals but human fucking was still a huge mystery. Interestingly enough none of the older brothers or visiting cousins suggested it to us young guys which, in retrospect, is a bit odd. It was still a time of prolonged innocence, unlike today where kids are watching porn and showing their own stuff on the internet aby the time they are in second grade. “My cousin let me fuck him,” my friend Jack and told me one afternoon when we were in a favorite spot in the woods. His cousin was 10 years old and had been visiting over spring break. “Fuck Toby, it was amazing.” He went on to tell me in graphic detail what had happened and of course we both had boners before he even got to the fucking part. “I’ll let you do me if I can do you,” Jack had finally said. Being a horny, almost teenager, I agreed. Jack almost always had a handful of packets of hand lotion from Avon, the kind they give away when they come to your house. We’d used it before to jack off with. So, we sucked each other and all that stuff to get hot, smeared his asshole and my cock with lotion then Jack bent over a fallen log, his chopped off jeans and briefs down around his ankles. I peeled his butt cheek open and worked like hell to get my boner into his asshole. “God fucking ouch damn hell,” Jack had cried out when I finally broke through the muscle. “Want me to take it out,” I asked hurriedly, not really meaning it. Jack said no but to hold up so I did. I stared at the spot where my boner disappeared in Jack’s asshole, reveling in the feelings that were roaring through my body. He finally told me to go ahead and put it all the way in, which I did. If I thought it felt good before, it was totally incredible then. My cock had never been inside of anything so tight, and so warm. I put my hands on Jack’s hips then began to fuck him. I went slow at first, not wanting to fall out and since my dick ümitköy escort was still small, I didn’t get a lot of action. Still, I got enough to finally cum and shot my watery sperm into his ass. Jack had been jacking off while I fucked him and both of us could feel it when the other one cummed. Afterwards, Jack declared that it had been fun once things got started but it sure hurt like fuck when it first went in. After a bit, we both got hard and Jack fucked me. He was right, it hurt like fuck but eventually felt good. Because we’d both just cum he lasted a lot longer but we finally managed to squirt and we both became believers. We brought other boys into the fold, or they brought us into theirs, but either way we had a fuck club going on. We older boys tended to fuck the little guys more often than not but when they weren’t available we had each other and that was more than satisfactory. I discovered in that process that I loved having sex with boys. There were always girls who were willing to give it up and I even tried it a couple times on hay bales in our barn but pussy never really did it for me, boys did. Preferable boys my age or a little younger, 11-14 years old. I loved everything about boys and while I didn’t know it at the time, I was a die hard gay boy. My family moved away when I was 14 years old and that’s a story that isn’t really worth telling and has little bearing on this one. I went into the Coast Guard right after high school in order to avoid becoming cannon fodder in `Nam, got out after 4 years with basically no direction. I managed to hook up with another guy where I was stationed for shore duty, whose name was Roger. Roger was an 18 year old blonde kid from Oklahoma who claimed he was Cherokee, which I didn’t believe for a second. Come to find out there are plenty of blonde haired blue eyed Cherokee people. Who knew. Anyhow, he was cute as all fuck, hung quite nicely, and a willing partner. Like many military guys on shore duty, we rented a place of base, in this case a 2 bedroom apartment in town but the second bedroom rarely got used. It wasn’t like we were boyfriends or anything but we were gay and living under the same roof so it made sense. Besides he was primarily a bottom and me primarily a top. That didn’t mean we didn’t switch out from time to time, hence the word, primarily. Roger introduced me to rimming, a practice I’d never even heard of, and a practice that I fell in love with right off the bat. Roger was also the one who brought boys home from to time. Roger could pass for 16 so it was easy for him to be around places where boys hung out, not that he did all that often. In any case a memorable boy he brought home was a 14 year old kid named Nolan. A little small for his age and slender, Nolan was a gorgeous boy that was just a little bit on the feminine side. His hair was pitch black, short on the sides and much, much longer on top. His eyes were large and dark, framed by thick brows and long lashes and he had the most perfect lips. When we undressed him we discovered him to be wearing a very sheer red lacey women’s thong. The boy was nicely enough hung, a solid 6 plus inches of circumcised cock and delicious hanging balls. The boy shaved so there wasn’t a hair to be seen anywhere. He had declared to Roger that he’d wanted to be with two men at the same time and man alive, did he get his wish. Roger and I double teamed the kid for the better part of 6 hours during which he came that many times. At the end there was barely any liquid at all coming from his balls. I fucked him from behind while Roger fucked his mouth. Roger fucked him like a dog while Nolan and I were in a 69. It was fun sucking the kids’ cock and seeing Roger’s thick cock sliding in and out of the boys asshole. At one point I fucked Roger while Roger fucked Nolan. We fell asleep with him in the middle and he woke me up later that night sucking my cock. He wanted to go back asleep with my cock up his ass so he rolled over and backed into me. I got it in him, fucked him a little bit then stopped and we both fell back asleep. The boy was practically a sex fiend, I swear. He came over almost once a week for 3 months straight. On a couple of occasions he brought a friend, a kid about 12 years old and another kid who was 13. Both boys, were cute as hell. Roger and I fucked both boys whenever they were there. Fucking them side by side was always a hoot. There were other boys but Nolan was the best of the bunch. I completed my time and as I said before, got out with no real direction and no real interest either. One of my best friends from Bagley Creek had gotten killed in Cambodia, his mother Helen had been almost like a second mother to me while growing up. I had stayed in touch with her all that time and after JJ was killed was subsequently invited to come live with her for as long as I wanted or until I did find some direction. Having nothing else going on, I moved back to Bagley Creek at 22 years old. Helen had no other family within 150 miles so it became a very symbiotic relationship. I helped around the property for room and board while doing other part-time jobs in town or on other farms. There weren’t many kids left on Bagley Creek Road by then so there was plenty of work helping the aging family members who continued to live there. I could have stayed in the house with Helen and did in fact take my meals there but I slept in a small studio apartment in one bay of her garage. “I have a friend and her grandson living here now and I do have the other spare room but you’ll have more privacy in the apartment.,” she had said. I could practically hear her smiling as she said it. Helen was no fool; she knew how boys and young men were. A couple of noteworthy things took place during my 3 year stay on Bagley Creek. One was a fucking hot as hell 15 year old boy named Kyler that became my lover and the other was a 6 year old boy that I became very close to. Jericho and his great grandmother, the elderly woman were the other houseguests. Kyler lived with his parents and an older step brother in a little mobile home park on property that abutted Helen’s on the south side. It wasn’t really a mobile home park, just 4 mobiles lined up in a row on the Harris property. The family only had one car which the father and brother took to work so she had become friends with Helen so hung out at the house quite a bit. If he didn’t have anything else going on, Kyler accompanied her sometimes when she came to visit. Helen always fed him cookies. Helen also drove her into town when she needed groceries and the like. Like I said before, Kyler was 15 years old, barely, was a blonde haired blue eyed corn fed hunk of Iowa boy. Christ he was hot. Kyler was tall, 5’7 at least and while slender he was muscled and so seemed heavier than he was. And what a sweet heart, unless there was a reason to not be a sweet heart, in which case you better step away. We became friends right off the bat, no hesitation. Jericho on the other hand was much younger, 6 years old and opposite of Kyler. Short and more compact, Jericho had a mop of dark barrel curls adorning his head that reached his shoulders. His hair framed a slightly rounded, baby face but didn’t detract in any way, in fact, it made him look even cuter. He too was sweet and kind and generally a shy boy but never had been with me. Quite the opposite. Being the closest in age to both of them, by at least 20 years they both gravitated toward me although because of proximity I spent much more time with Jericho. As I said, Kyler and I became lovers and it happened one stormy night in late April about 4 months after I moved back. I was lounging in my underwear, reading a novel laced with plenty of fairly graphic sex when I heard a light knock on my door. I looked out a curtain to see Kyler standing there, illuminated by the yard light, looking like a drowned rat so I quickly let him in. It was clear right off the bat that he’d been drinking. The short story was that his father had kicked him out of the house for taking some of his beer and drinking it. I let him in, not really thinking about the boner tenting my briefs, got the story out of him then had him go take his clothes off in the bathroom and hang them over the shower curtain rod. We were close to the same size so I passed a pair of underwear and an old t-shirt through the door to him. He came out a few minutes later, still shivering so I told him to crawl under the covers of my bed. He did, and asked what I was doing, which was probably clear because of the novel in my hand when he got there. “Just reading,” I responded, indicating the thick paperback lying open on my bed table. “Must be a good one,” he said, and when I asked why he said, “because of the big ole boner you had when I came in.” Now, at that time I’d known Kyler for a couple of months, and some of our talks had broached avrupa yakası üniversiteli escort the topic of sex but had never gone anywhere. He’d seen me in briefs before having been in the room when I’d changed out of work clothes or gotten out of the shower. “Yeah, there’s some heavy sex scenes,” I answered. He asked me to read one to him so I fumbled through the book and found a particularly hot scene when an older woman seduces a 17 year old virgin boy and read it to him. Kyler’s hands were under the covers, moving ever so gently. “Damn, I can see why you got a boner from reading that,” he said, “now I got one.” “Got to be a little uncomfortable,” I quipped. He nodded his head. “Take your underwear down then,” I said. Amazingly, he did just that, at least judging by the motions under the sheet. He asked me to read him some more so I found another section about a 3 way with two men and a woman and read it to him during which he didn’t bother to hide his ministrations under the sheet. I didn’t shy away from the male cock sucking that took place and Kyler all but moaned as I read it. “That was hot,” he said. He looked at the front of my briefs which were fully tented again. “I bet your cock is as hard as mine is,” he whispered. “Only one way to find out,” I said. At that, Kyler whipped the sheet back fully exposing his torso all the way to his knees, the briefs still at mid-thigh. The kid was more than I expected and all that I could have hoped for. Hanging in the air above his taut belly was 7 or so inches of thick pulsing cut cock and hanging low between his hairless thighs was a nice sized set of balls. While the delicious eggs were smooth as silk, that patch of moss under his cock was the color of wet sand. Kyler was a gorgeous hunk of boy. I set the book down and quickly peeled my underwear down to reveal a similar set of plumbing but my hair was thicker, it covered my balls and was pitch black. “I knew you’d look like that,” Kyler said in a husky voice. “Can I suck you?” I told him I hoped he would but he had to let me suck him as well. “I got no problem with that,” he said and rolled toward me, bent down and took me into his mouth. Kyler moaned softly as he suckled and I gently rubbed my fingers in his thick blonde mane. I wouldn’t say that he offered up the best cock sucking I’ve ever had but hey, with practice. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” he said after he broke off and straightened back up. I didn’t feel it necessary to say anything but simply peeled my briefs off and did the same to Kyler then took hold of his magnificent cock and began sucking him off. Christ he felt good in my hand and in my mouth. His boy fragrance assaulted my nostrils, that heady mix of sweat balls and butt. It encouraged me to do a better job, taking him all the way down to his pubic hair, if even only for a second. “Oh god Toby,” he groaned. I finally returned to my prone position alongside him. “I need to cum really bad Toby,” he said. I agreed that I was in the same boat so we jacked off together, a hell of a fun bonding experience in my opinion. There isn’t much to tell about that as it was a pretty straight forward session, both of us tugging our balls, rubbing our chests and the like. Kyler shot first and what a shot it was, globs of teenage sperm splattering his torso. I was right behind the kid and while I had a good showing it wasn’t as good as his. I led him into the shower and we cleaned off, talking about the experience. “I’ve wanted to do that, suck a dick I mean, for a long time. A cousin of mine and I traded blow jobs a couple of times but he wasn’t really that into it.” I shared that I was pretty much a gay guy so had more experience than him but still it wasn’t a whole lot. After we dried off Kyler got dressed, saying he needed to be home. “My dad will be asleep and besides my mom will worry to death if I don’t come home. I really loved doing this Toby and I hope we can keep doing it.” I told him there was no reason why we couldn’t, so we did. We were around each other a lot but only engaged in sex once week if that. I figured that for Kyler it was more about getting off than anything else. I finally had him fuck me about 4 months after we started and I have to say that it was quite the experience. He eventually had me fuck him as well but the majority of our play was oral and cumming. Hell it was almost a year into it before we finally kissed. After that we kissed a lot. Kyler moved after he turned 18, needing to be where he could find work. We pretty much lost touch after that. I’d heard that he gotten married, had a kid and myriad of problems with substances. In any case, Jericho is the main reason for the story. An adorable 6 year old, Jericho seemed to glom onto me like I was his savior. Since we practically lived together it wasn’t any surprise. I ended up teaching the boy about a lot of stuff, normal stuff that a big brother or a dad might teach a boy. That didn’t involve sex however, I wasn’t prepared to go there with the youngling but in all honesty, I thought that he might. We did see each other naked on a number of occasions when we changed clothes before and after swimming in Bagley Creek. The stream ran alongside Helen’s property for a good 200 yards and there was at least one good pool for swimming in. Well, you couldn’t really swim or dive into it because it wasn’t that big but it was deep enough that you could lounge around in it. It was the pool I’d pulled the 9 inch trout out of. Also Jericho spent the night with me about once a month or so, mostly just to give his grandmother, Evelyn, a break. The first time he stayed the night he slept in PJ’s while I of course slept in briefs. After that first time, Jericho never wore PJ’s at my place again. That meant that he’d seen me hard inside my underwear and the first few times tried not to stare and he didn’t say anything about it. The questions finally did come however since he was experiencing morning boners too, just not as much as I did. Of course the questions required having to explain the basics of sex along with the promise that nobody needed to know that I was providing the boy with that information. Jericho initiated physical contact with me and once that barrier had been crossed it seemed like he found every opportunity to have physical contact. Most of the time it was just simple poking, or touching for emphasis or things like that. When he stayed with me it was cuddling on the small sofa while we watched TV and it wouldn’t do but the boy had to cuddle when we went to bed. “I love you Toby,” he said one night after we’d turned the lights out and he was nestled in my arms. “I wish you were my big brother, or my dad even. I guess you are sort of my big brother, in a way.” “Well Jericho, I think you would make a terrific little brother or a son.” That caused the tyke to snuggle even closer. That same night I woke from a sound sleep to discover the boy gently feeling me up, exploring the length of my rock hard cock through my briefs. I could feel other movement as well and his ragged breathing led me to believe that he was fondling his own cock. Not long after his 8th birthday, which I naturally celebrated with him, Jericho asked if he could take a shower with me. “I hate taking baths,” he said. Helen didn’t have a shower only a tub. “Besides, it seems stupid to take separate showers Toby,” he said. “It’s just a waste of water.” He was being totally serious. In all honesty he was right. It was mid-summer and the creek was low and while we weren’t in danger of running the creek dry, it was necessary and agreed upon by everyone who drew water from the creek to enact some form of conservation. The shower was uneventful except that Jericho’s body betrayed him. “How come I got a stiffie Toby,” he said, his cocklet at full stand in front of his slightly rounded little boy belly. “It never got hard before when we changed from swimming.” “Probably because of the warmth of the shower water plus being naked with another person,” I said by way of explanation. The boy was gently feeling himself up, squeezing on his hard cock, pulling it down and letting it snap back up. “But how come you don’t have a boner?” I told him it was because I was older and things like that did cause me to get hard. Of course he wanted to know if it when I was a young boy, like him and I admitted that I did. “I bet you got a big one now, huh Toby,” he said as he continued his ministrations. I played it cool and said that to him, it would probably seem so. “Could you show me sometime, could you get a boner and show me?” I responded with “maybe”. I took the easy way out simply because a “no” answer would have prompted more conversation about why not and I just didn’t want to go there. Jericho did ask me once if I ever saw Kyler naked since he spent so much time on our urfa escort property. I wondered aloud why he would have asked that question and he just shrugged his shoulders. When Jericho was 9 years old I managed to get a job out of state, way out of state. It was a friend of a friend sort of thing. I’d had a security clearance in the coast Guard and a guy I’d been stationed with mentioned my name to his manager at work. I won’t get into all of that because it’s not important but the fact was that they interviewed me by phone and I moved 2000 miles away from Bagley Creek Road, not to return for 4 years. Jericho spent my last night with me, the boy almost distraught at my leaving. The boy all but hung on me all day long, his grandmother and Helen sympathetic to the youngsters impeding loss. I can’t begin to count the number of times he said “I wish you weren’t leaving Toby,” or something along those lines. In bed that night Jericho snuggled against me as tightly as he ever had. His head was resting on my shoulder, my arm around his, and his top hand resting on my belly and my other hand resting on his waist. For both of us, our hands were almost touching the waistband of our briefs. I could feel his softened cock pressed against my hip. It was a position that Kyler and I had been in plenty of times. “Toby, will you show me your boner now? You said maybe, when I asked you, remember, and now you’re gonna be gone.” I wasn’t expecting that, had all but forgotten about the incident, so was at a loss for words. “Gosh Jericho,” I stammered, “I…” and he cut me off. “Please Toby, please, please, please?” He had raised up on and elbow to look me in the eyes, light cast from the big yard light allowing for some vision in the otherwise darkened room. In an effort to derail things I blurted out, “I don’t have a boner Jericho.” Talk about throwing gas on a fire, hanging a red flag in front of a bull, saying I can’t tell you it’s a secret, to a girl. “I can help with that,” the boy said and put his hand over my crotch and started moving his fingers. Before a thought could enter my mind Jericho said, “gosh it’s all soft and squishy and it feels big.” Of course my cock was responding in the appropriate and pre-ordained fashion; and quickly I might add. I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t feel good or that I didn’t want to do it, whatever “it” might entail. I wanted Jericho to see me naked and hard and honestly, maybe I had wanted it for some time and didn’t admit it, or maybe know it. “Can I take your underpants off Toby; it feels crowded in there. Besides, I want to feel your warm skin.” I was already outnumbered. My desires, my body parts, a seemingly hot and horny little boy who just happened to be the cutest thing on 2 legs all conspired to create what went next. “Okay,” I said, “but first 2 things.” For the 3rd time, he cut me off, “I promise not to tell anybody and yes, I’ll take my underpants off too. That said he tossed off the covers, got to his knees and began to peel my underwear off. “Oh my god Toby,” he said a deep, awe laden voice. “It’s really big. Wow, and look how big your balls are too. Jericho felt me up a little bit then quickly stripped his briefs off to reveal his rock hard boner, the entire uncircumcised end a bright red. He was kneeling alongside of me so I reached out and took hold of him and skinned his foreskin back and forth over his sensitive swollen head. “Oh gosh that feels good. Nobody has ever touched me there.” I hadn’t seen him hard for some time and noted that it seemed as if he’d grown a little since the last time. Probably 4 inches long and of a normal thickness for a boy his age, or so I thought. I moved my hand and cupped his balls which earned me a bigger groan. Jericho continued to fondle me as I was fondling him and I had to wonder what his next move was going to be, knowing that the kid wasn’t about to just stop right there. I found out, almost before the thought was out of my head. “Have you ever sucked on a boys’ cock Toby,” he asked softly. I nodded my head. “Would you suck on mine and let me suck on yours? I don’t know how to do it.” My answer was to move my upper body in close and put my mouth over his raging hard 9 year old cock. It had been quite a few years since I’d done anything with a hairless boy, as in a preteen boy. I’d been with 12 then I did. I groaned, said here it is and a second later a thick jet of gooey cum blasted up into the air, catching the boy by surprise. “Don’t stop keep going keep going,” I panted out. 4 more, yes 4, healthy streams shot out but he’d moved my cock a little so they went up onto my belly, leaving long gashes of white on my torso. From there it was 3 or 4 spurts of sperm then a little bit of oozing. Jericho took his hand away and I took over, needing a little post orgasmic stimulation. Jericho went about giving the cum on his finger a thorough examination. I came down off my high and asked Jericho if he’d ever jacked off and got a head shake. I wiped up a glob of sperm, took hold of the end of his cock and proceeded to jack him off. I got plenty of moans, groan’s and even an oh fuck, which surprised me. It wasn’t long before he was thrashing on the bed. “It’s tickling bad Toby, stop, it’s tickling.” “No, stay with it you’re going to cum Jericho.” A second later he did and you’d have thought a little girl was being beaten. His voice was a high pitched scream that probably could have been heard outside the garage. Then he basically fell over, passed out. I let got of my dick and his and ran to the bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth and dapped his face. Jericho came to a second later, no big deal, wondering what happened. “Well that was the bestest damn feeling I ever had,” he exclaimed then slammed into me for a long tight hug then he kissed me full on the mouth, this one definitely more than a quick peck. “And you’re gonna be gone and we can’t do it anymore.” I felt Jericho shudder and knew he was crying, albeit softly. “I know sweet boy, it’s a bummer for you. I wish I didn’t have to go.” I had to be up very early the next morning so after cleaning up we went to sleep, Jericho snuggled in my arms. He cried in the morning when I left and I promised that I’d try to write to him. As I said before, I would not return to Bagley Creek Road for 4 years. Being 2000 miles away made it much more difficult to get back home. Besides, I made new friends, even had a boyfriend or two for a while so any vacations were typically close to my new home. Jericho and I wrote a few letters back and forth but that tapered off. Helen and I talked by phone every 3 or 4 months and if Jericho was present then I talked to him as well. Mostly he was missing me and hoping I’d come home soon. About year 3 of my being gone his great grandmother died and Jericho didn’t have any other family. His father had never been in his life and his mother had disappeared years before, contacting her son about once a year and that too had fallen by the wayside. Because Helen had been present in his life for going on 6 years, DCFS honored her request to take custody of the boy so as to keep him out of the state system as much as possible. Helen got a foster care license which prevented any possibility for Jericho to be bounced around. It seemed that both of them were extremely happy with the arrangement and of course the side benefit was that the state paid for Jericho’s care so Helen didn’t have any need to rent out the studio apartment. My return to Bagley Creek Road came about because Jack, my best friend from childhood, was finally getting married at the ripe old age of 29. Even though we hadn’t had much contact in recent years we had stayed in touch throughout our lives and he insisted that he needed me there to be his best man. I couldn’t refuse despite the short notice. I called Helen to let her know I was coming home and asked if I could stay there. She let me know that she was a little offended that I felt the need to even ask. “You know Toby, Jericho is going to be on you like a tax collector. Gads, that kid thinks the sun shines out your ass.” “I know Helen,” I responded, “it’ll be great to see you both and I expect he’s going to want to dominate my time.” “That he is,” she said with a chuckle. “so to be on the safe side, I’ll get the studio ready, not that being out there is going to save you. I’m sure he’ll want to be your roommate for the duration.” I agreed with her but let her know I was okay with that if it was how it turned out. There was a pause then she added, “We’re the only family he has Toby and you’re like the big brother he’s always wanted.” Again, there was a pause but it was barely perceptible. “But it could be more than that Toby.” I didn’t have a response to that nor was one expected. It did cause me to wonder, however. We’d never talked about it but I think that Helen knew I was gay or at least was highly suspect. She knew damned well that JJ, and I had played sexy together as kids, had no doubt heard the moans coming from his bedroom at night and had seen us both stone hard in our underwear but had never said anything. Thirty days later I flew into the nearest major airport and rented a car then started the 3 hour back home to Bagley Creek Road after my prolonged absence.

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