The Wishing Well

The Wishing Well Chapter 7

I woke up with all my clothes on. I do know that I am hungry. Food was needed as soon as possible! But first I needed to clean up from last night.

I started pulling off my clothes. As I took each piece off, I could smell the sex from last night. Most smelled of me, but I could also smell a little bit of Aaron. His scent was mostly in my underwear, where my ass leaked some of his cum onto it.

I stroked my cock. But this time, my stomach overruled my dick. I ignored or tried to ignore my hard on. That worked until the water from the shower hit me just in the right spot. I came hard all over the shower walls. All I could do was try to stay on my feet as the cum shot out of my teen boy cock.

I came back from the orgasm lightheaded and hungry. I quickly cleaned up and put on something nice. Outside the main doors I ran into Jimmy smoking a cigarette.

"Hey man!" I said, "How's it going?"

"Oh, hey Lucas!" He said smiling. "I got good news yesterday!" Jimmy was acting like a little kid. I got a strong sense of relief coming from the man.

"Oh yeah?" I smiled back him. My stomach rumbled, but I wanted to hear this exciting news.

"My parole officer called me and said I am off parole tomorrow! I just have to see the judge Monday morning!" Jimmy said.

"Wow! That's cool!" I said, "So what does that mean?" I knew he was in jail, but I didn't know why. My old self didn't socialize at all.

"It means I don't have to report, I don't need to worry about who I associate with and I can move out of this place and find a job!" He told me.

"So, what kind of job are you looking for?" I asked him as my stomach rumbled again. My mind seemed to want to hear what Jimmy was going to say.

"I was just starting out working as an accountant in a small company when I..." He stopped suddenly and looked sad. I could also feel the sadness. "It's kinda a long story." He told me. "If I can't find something like that, I might try looking for some sort of house cleaning or domestic help work. I did that through college and it was alright."

Huh? "So, you were a butler?" I asked him. I almost laughed. For some reason I couldn't see this scraggly man dressed as a butler!

"Not exactly." Jimmy smiled. "We called the job House Manager." He laughed. "I was in charge of the house books, organizing the different house parties, the meetings that my boss would have at the house, hiring the help was also a part of it." He stopped a second. "I even learned to cook some."

I was thinking I would need someone to run things at my new place. I had no idea how to find someone who could do the job, or more importantly, someone I could trust. Now, I might have found the perfect person without even looking!

"Wow!" I exclaimed, "I might know someone who needs someone just like you!" Jimmy looked surprised. "I was just heading for a buffet somewhere. Would you like to join me, and we'll talk some more?" I asked him.

"Uh, sure!" Jimmy replied. "Give me a minute and I'll put something better on." He went inside to change from his usual basketball shorts and tank top. Even though he looked hot in them, it wouldn't have been proper.

Jimmy came back out dressed much nicer. This was the first time I've ever seen him in anything other than his usual. It looked good on him. He suggested a place. I've heard of it before but have never been to it.

It was rather busy when we pulled up, but fortunately because it was just the two of us, we were seated quickly. We went through the line. The place did have good looking food. With a plate each of food we sat down to eat.

On a side note. The meat carver, a man who looked to be in his thirties, kept winking at me! Even without my enlightened sense, I would have understood his meaning. Too bad, timing is everything. The thought did make me plump up a little.

As Jimmy and I ate our food, I asked him some more about his experience of being a House Manager. The more I heard, the more I thought he would be perfect for me. He could do what I thought the job would be, and most importantly, he could be trusted. I could feel him relax as he told talked to me.

"How about I take you over to meet this guy?" I asked Jimmy as we walked back to my, I mean `uncles', car.

"Right now?" He exclaimed. "I'm not, I mean, I don't look ready for a job interview."

"Aw, don't worry about how you look." I told him. "I'm sure he'll like you because I do." I drove over to my new place.

"What does this guy do?" Jimmy asked me as we drove up to the building.

"Well, he doesn't do much of anything right now." I explained, "He's kinda in between things." I hit the garage button. "He just got a large settlement and decided to start over here. So, he may need some extra help setting up certain things."

He was silent as I put in the code for the elevator. As I put in the code for the floor he asked, "How do you know this guy?"

I could sense him trying to figure something out.

"Because the guy is me!" I said as the elevator door opened.

"What!?" Jimmy said as I opened the door to the living room.

"Yeah," I said as we stepped into the large room, "my money came in a couple days ago. I saw this one yesterday and I bought it!"

"Wow," he said as he walked around, "this looks fantastic." He spun around. "Wait! So, you are willing to hire a con?" Jimmy asked me. "You don't even know why I was in jail."

"No, but I don't think it was for anything as bad as murder." I told him. "Besides, I let you fuck me!"

"Ok, but maybe I should tell you why I went to jail." He said as he sat down on a couch. I sat down next to him and nodded for him to start.

"I was a senior in high school when I saw the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. He was a freshman and because of that we didn't have the same circle of friends." Jimmy looked thoughtful.

"One day it was icy out. I was walking to the front door of school when this kid slipped on some ice and went down right in front of me. His shit went everywhere. I stopped to help him get his stuff together when I realized it was him, that kid." Jimmy got up and walked to the windows.

"It seemed like I'd run into him a lot after that. We'd smile at each other as we would pass in the hall." He walked back and sat back down. "I saw him walking to school once and picked him up." Jimmy stopped talking. "Ok, look. We fell in love. Everyone was fine with it. Both our parents knew. My dad loved him as much as I did. I thought his parents loved me just the same." Jimmy stopped again. He stood up and walked to the windows again. "I had just graduated from college. He was going to graduate from high school a week later. Then he would turn eighteen a week after that." Jimmy paused. "I was cleaning out my dorm room when the police walked in and arrested me for child molestation." Jimmy sat down. "The prosecutor said if I didn't try to ever see or contact the boy, I'd only spend a year in jail."

"Wow, that sucks." I said. "Thanks for telling me." I could feel the love Jimmy had for this boy. "Just so you know, that doesn't make any difference to me. If anything, I feel even better about my offer to you and I hope you accept." I held my hand out to shake.

"Ok! Fuck yeah!" He yelled and smiled.

"Awesome!" I said smiling back. Mt senses seemed to be telling me this was the right choice.

We both laughed. Then I got serious once more.

"Um, just so you know, sex with me is not part of your duties." I said, "I know we had sex and I thought it was great and wouldn't mind again, but only if we both want to. You'll have your own room and are welcome to have guests." He seemed to understand.

"Ok! Let me show you around!" I said as I stood up.

I showed him all the rooms. I told him what I had in mind for the fun room. He gave a couple of suggestions which made my dick lurch! He thought his room was great. "It's the most room I've ever had to live in!" He said. "And the kitchen is top notch."

We were walking around the terrace when my phone rang. It was Dennis Kincade, the realtor.

"Hello Dennis." I answered.

"Yeah, hi Lucas. I was hoping we could meet up at the condo and get your voice in the system some time today?" He asked me quickly.

"Yeah, sure. I'm here right now." I told him.

"Great, I'll be there in five." He told me. The guy sounded frazzled because he hung up before I could say goodbye.

I just put my phone in my pocket when it went off again.

"Hello?" I answered without looking at who it was.

"Lucas Miller?" The vaguely familiar voice said.

"This is me." I said.

"This is Donavan. I'm out front right now."

Shit! Yep, it's two.

"Oh, yeah!" I replied as I started for the door. "Hold on a second." I told the contractor. "It's Donovan, the contractor for the remodel." I told Jimmy. "I need to go let him in."

"No! Wait." Jimmy said and walked to the door. "This is what you hired me for." He smiled, "I'll let the gentleman in!"

"Donovan, I'll be sending down someone for you. It will just be a minute or two." I told him. I gave Jimmy the door and elevator codes and off he went.

It seemed to take him a little longer then I thought it would when I saw the front door open. Instead of just Jimmy and Donovan, in came Dennis with them.

"Mr. Miller," Jimmy said formally, "Donovan and Dennis are here to see you."

I stood up from the couch, trying not to laugh at Jimmy's sudden formality. "Welcome Donovan and Dennis." I said extending my hand. Dennis said hello and shook my hand. Donovan looked a little stunned when he shook my hand.

"You're Lucas Miller?" Donovan asked me as he shook my hand.

"Yep." I said as he held onto my hand. It took a moment before he realized he was still holding it.

"Oh, sorry." He made a nervous laugh as he let go. "Cliff and Frank told me you were young, but I was thinking maybe mid-twenties? But you're...."

"Seventeen." I said smiling. "Don't worry, you're not what I was expecting either!" I told him as I looked him over.

Donovan the contractor did not look like your beer belly, cigar chewing kind of contractor. No, this guy reminded me of the construction dude in the Village People. He didn't look like he was over thirty, maybe six foot tall and one eighty.

"Um, ok...so I understand some of what you were thinking of doing." Donovan said after he took a breath. "All I need to do right now is to take some measurements and make a list of any of your ideas you might have. It shouldn't take too long." He explained.

"Ok, sure." I told the stud. "Are you in a hurry?" I asked Dennis who was intensely watching Donovan and me talk.

"Um...uh..." Dennis mumbled, "oh! Yes, um, I'm in no hurry."

"Ok, have a seat and I'll show Donovan around." I told the flushed realtor.

I led the contractor around the rooms. Explaining what I had in mind. He asked a couple questions, but mostly just listened. When we got to the playroom, he asked me some specific questions. Sexually explicit specific questions.

"I need you to understand something before we go any further." He started telling me. "I only get my work from recommendations from previous customers. People like Cliff and Frank who wish to keep certain activities away from the public. Frank has given some very solid reasons to take you on as a client." He stepped up close to me. I could feel the heat coming from the man. I felt my cock harden. "One was the big dick frank told me about." He said as he rubbed his hand along my hard cock through my jeans. "And the other was your hot ass..." he said as he pulled me close and gave my ass a squeeze with both of his strong hands.

"I have other business to get to right now." He said as he let me go. I'll call you with some plans for you to look over in a couple days." He said still standing so close to me I could feel his breath on my neck. The man grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard on the mouth. "We'll start where we left off." He told me as he walked out of the room. He was in the elevator before I had a chance to recover from his kiss!

I splashed some water in my face from the bathroom sink. After drying off, I walked back out to the living room.

"Ok! So..." I guess I was still thinking about the contractor. My dick was anyway. "Um...what do we need to do for the lights?" I asked Dennis, who was still looking at the front door.

"Wow!" Dennis exclaimed, "That was something else!" He smiled. "Oh, so, about the system." He stood up. "Living room lights on." And just like that they turned on. "Now, before you say anything. This is a one off. Which means that this is the only system of its kind." He smiled and walked over to a small wall in the dining room. "Open cabinet, authorization, Dennis sixty - nine."

Just like in the movies, the wall opened. All I could see were rows and rows of blinking lights. On a closer look, I could make out labels like bedroom and living room and all the other rooms. Then there were the lights with labels I could not understand.

Dennis pushed a button and a small video screen popped out.

"The complete house electronics is run through this system." Dennis began to explain. "It's all voice activated. The system will even hear you outside. Your voice must be in the system to work for you and only voices in the system will work." Dennis took a breath. "Since you are the owner, Lucas, you will be the only one who can add or subtract anyone else you want in the system. Their voice must also be added in this same way." He pushed the first question from the screen. "It's pretty simple." Dennis said, "Just follow the prompts." He stepped aside for me to get to it.

It was simple. You had to read a few sentences into a microphone and that was it. Ok, there was a bit more, but I can't give everything away! After I was done, I gave it a try.

"Dining room lights on." I said. And they turned on. "Dining room lights off." And the lights turned off.

"The system also controls your security." Dennis said. "Look..." He tapped the monitor. "These dots here are your motion sensors..." He went on.

I think I was quickly phasing out of the man's explanation. Not that I wasn't interested. I just didn't feel like going through this right now. Ever since I walked out of what will be the new playroom, I've felt the lust coming from Jimmy. About all I could think about was having the man's cock unloading in my ass.

"Well, uh, I can let you learn more on your own." Dennis said. "I need to be going anyway." He shook my hand and started to the door. "If you have any other questions, or a..." his face turned red, "...just give me a call, um, anytime." With that the man left.

I turned to Jimmy.

"I was hoping you could help me out with something in my bedroom. Then we can talk about what a butler is supposed to do." I said as I walked to the master bedroom, sheading clothes along the way.

By the time I got to the king bed, I was naked and hard! I turned around to see Jimmy still fully clothed standing in the doorway. The outline of his hard cock could be clearly seen through his dress pants.

"You might want to take off your clothes, too." I told him. "This problem I have could make you sweat."

He was naked, and just as hard as me, in a flash. I could feel my cock ooze precum. I could also feel the intense horniness coming from my new butler. He walked towards me with a smile. Without a word from neither of us, I knelt in front of him and sucked his hot cock into my mouth.

Both of us moaned at the same time. He moaned again as I took all of his hard cock down my throat. He leaned over and ran his hand down my back and to my boy hole. His finger circled my hole and was soon buried as deep as he could reach.

"Fuck me!?" I begged and ordered at the same time as I came off his wet pole.

I leaned back on the bed, raised my legs over my head and hung my ass over the side. Jimmy wasted no time stepping up to my moist ass.

"Oh, fuck yeah...." I moaned as I felt my ass get filled up with cock once more! "It's been too long since I was last fucked." I moaned. Even though it was less than twenty-four hours ago, it seemed like longer.

"You were the last fuck for me, so you are going to get a pounding!" Jimmy moaned as he slid his cock out and back in. He ground his dick in as far as he could and then rocked back and forth, rubbing against my love nut.

"Fuck Jimmy, you are pumping out my precum all over my chest." I moaned as he fucked my teen ass.

He started fucking me harder.

"All I could think about was..." ram, "fuckin' this hot ass of yours!" ram, "and leaving my spunk..." RAM, RAM, RAM, "deep down your hole." RAM, RAM, RAM. "Fuck yeah, boy, gonna CUUUUUMMMM!!!" He yelled as he filled my ass with his cum!

He rammed his hard cock into my ass as he came. Filling me up so much I could feel it deep inside my ass. down from his orgasm. I could feel his cock pulse along with his heartbeat as he finished leaving his load. My ass was also pulsing at the same beat.

"Fuck boy," he moaned, "if you ass keeps that up, I'm gonna have to fuck you some more..." He ground his still hard cock deep into my ass. I could feel his fresh cum leak out.

"Go for it, Jimmy." I told him, "fuck me till you can't anymore."

"Fuck yeah!" Jimmy moaned as he started fucking me again.

"Watch your cock slide in and out of my ass." I said.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." Jimmy began slamming into my ass. "That tight white ass...fuck..."

He had pulled my legs back to my head. My ass was stretched tight around his cock.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK...!" He began to yell over and over as he fucked me as hard as he could. I was loving it; my ass was loving it and my cock felt like it was going to explode at any time!

"OH GOD!" He yelled as he arched his back and slammed into my slimy ass. "FUCKKKKK...!!" For the second time in the last ten minutes his balls emptied what they had in them into my willing ass.

I only had to touch the head of my cock and I was firing off onto my chest. "OH, FUCK YEAH!!" I moaned as I had one of my shots found my mouth.

It must have been at least five minutes before either one of us could move or say anything. I was right about this problem in the bedroom could get sweaty to fix as Jimmy's sweat dripped down onto my heaving abs.

"Fuck Lucas, that was the best." Jimmy said as he helped me unwind and let my legs down.

"It fucking was!" I replied as I stood up. Cum and sweat was dripping off my abs and onto the floor. I could also feel his cum leak out of my well fucked hole. "I think we could use a shower." I said smiling.

I took his arm and pulled him into my rather large shower. Since this was the first time in this thing, I just turned on everything. We didn't need much help washing off the sex. The multiple shower heads hit just about everything. I turned everything off and we stepped out to dry off.

My stomach rumbled just as we started putting back on some clothes.

"I'm pretty sure that I saw a deli on the street level. I'm sure there's nothing here to eat, can you run down and get a couple ham and cheese sandwiches and something for yourself?" I asked Jimmy.

"You're the boss!" He replied smiling. "But, a, I need some money."

"Of course you do!" I said as I pulled a few twenties out of my wallet. "At least one more thing we'll have to discuss when you get back."

He was back after not too long. I was somewhat surprised. We sat at the big dining room table and ate our food. After a few bites we started to discuss what exactly the job would entail.

"So, this is what I was thinking. Oh, and please tell me when I'm full of shit!" I said with a smile. "I was thinking that you would be more of my secretary than a butler. In charge of the house, the house bills, the gardener or anyone else who works here."

"That sounds like quite the responsibility." Jimmy said. "Are you sure? I mean, you hardly know me!"

"That's true, other than your dick size, I don't!" I laughed, "But I have a feeling that you're the one."

I found a note pad and a pen to write down what I just listed. I included that he would also oversee any caterers and other entertainment employees.

"Are you expecting me to do all of this by myself?" Jimmy asked.

"Oh yeah, um, no, yeah, I see what you mean." I thought for a second. "Of course, you can hire and fire people you might need to run the house. And they can hire who they might need."

"So, you are going to let me hire too?" Jimmy asked surprised.

"Yeah, although I think I should approve of all of them." I answered. "I will, along with you, do a thorough background check on everyone." I saw and felt worry from the man. "But don't worry." I told him. "I only want to know how truthful the person is by comparing the stories."

"I have one more question, do you want me to cook or should we hire one?" Jimmy asked me.

"I don't mind cooking some." I said, "maybe a couple dinners and most breakfast?"

"That sounds ok." He said. "Do you like large breakfast's or more eat and go?"

"Large, defiantly large!" I smiled. "I need lots of carbs to recharge from all the sex the night before!"

"I think I'm going to fucking love working for you!" Jimmy laughed.

"Ok, so what do you want to pay me?" Jimmy asked the big question.

I chuckled, "I don't have any idea!"

Jimmy laughed too. "I don't either. How about we both do a search on the net and come back later?" He suggested.

"Smart thinking." I said, "I knew I was right about hiring you!"

"I think I'll check out the kitchen and make a list of groceries." Jimmy said as he stood up.

"Wait!" I shouted and stood up too. "There's one more important thing." I stepped around the table and stood in front of Jimmy. "This job does not include sex." I saw the man's face fall slightly. "Sex is totally ok off the job..." I stood next to Jimmy and kissed him.

"Not a problem." He smiled and turned to go to the kitchen.

I sat down on one of the three couches in the living room and opened up my laptop. I was about to go to the boy website that I got from Sam and Nick when the computer started vibrating and then the screen went black.

"Aw shit..." I mumbled, "And I just bought it!"

I was about to close the lid when the screen came back on with "The Wishing Well" across it.

"Man," I thought, "it's been a while since I last heard from them."

"Hello Lucas!" It started out saying. "Congratulations on your recent purchases." Creepy, how do they know?! "As you have noticed, you are having increased sensitivity to people's feelings that are near you. These will become increasingly powerful. You will also be gaining knowledge of how to interpret these feeling."

Ok, I have noticed that I was able to sense what people are feeling more strongly.

"In a moment, a messenger will arrive at your door with important information you will need to have in the near future."

As soon as I finished reading the last line, there was a knock at my door! I was first shocked someone could get up here, then I was double shocked when I saw the computer screen flash, "Answer the door."

So, I did.

Just like the first delivery, there was a shirtless young boy with a collar around his neck at my door.

"Package for Lucas Miller." He said as he handed me a large envelope. I looked at it and when I looked back up at the boy, he was gone.

I closed the door and sat back down in front of the computer with the package in my hands.

"Inside you will find all you need to enroll in which ever high school you choose. Your grade this year will be a Junior."

HIGH SCHOOL!

I HAVE TO GO TO HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN?

Ok, this is not something I had thought of when I said I wanted to be seventeen! But, then again. Taking gym class and the showers afterward is a definite positive! Another positive would be that I shouldn't have any problems with the schoolwork. I should even be ok with being out and proud! It's not like it was when the last time I was in school.

The computer screen went back to the regular screen. In my case, a screen shot of my dick and a chest full of cum!

I opened the packet and looked through the papers. According to my transcripts, I'm a Junior with a GPA of 3.8 and I've been on the varsity soccer, swimming and track teams.

Oh my god! I've played soccer a couple times during PE and I was the goalie only because of my size. Swimming and track? No, you didn't see guys like me doing any of those things.

Now I'm supposed to be a varsity player?

I looked over a couple of more papers explaining that I am an emancipated minor. I also noticed that everything had this address on it. I haven't even told the post office I live here!

I put the papers back into the envelope and took them to my brand-new bedroom. I looked around the room once again. There was a large chest of drawers along one wall, on the wall at the foot of the bed is what must be a six-foot flatscreen TV with a surround sound system underneath. The bed is a king size mattress with a four-post canopy. All the furniture is a rich mahogany. On the other side of the hall door is the door to the master bath. Other than the somewhat complex shower, it's just your normal two sink, one toilet bathroom.

I laid down on the bed. I didn't really take the time to enjoy the relaxing aspect of the mattress earlier today as Jimmy was fucking my brains out! The TV was positioned exactly right to view from the bed. I looked on the nightstand next to the bed for the TV remote.

I looked everywhere. In the drawers, under the bed, by the TV. Nothing!

"Where the hell is the remote for the TV!" I finally yelled. I looked at the big TV. "Turn on bedroom TV." I said finally.

The TV turned on.

"Initial programming begun." The thing said. "Voice commands activated. To begin say initial."

Ok. "Initial." I said.

"Welcome to your personal entertainment account, Lucas Miller." It said in a voice vaguely like the voice on my GPS.

"Hmmm, wonder if I can change that!" I thought. Before I could go further with that thought the TV began speaking again.

"Speak master passphrase now for entertainment access. Hit enter when done."

What should I make the master passphrase? Something I can remember, but not obvious...hmmm.

BAM! Then it hit me!

"Forty-one in a seventeen." Enter.

No one would get that, much less understand what it meant.

"Cable activated. Full access including all pay per view packages." The TV both printed and said. "Ultra-high-speed internet activated. Secure Wi-Fi activated. Audio control and room speakers control activated. Security cameras activated."

It finally finished.

I decided to try out some of the features. I found that they all worked with the sound of my voice. I could even split the screen between formats. With my final check I decided to look at the website I got from Nick. It was a little strange to say the website out loud and then the password.

I tried to pick a video. It took a little learning to know what to say, but I was finally able to pick a random video.

The picture quality was awesome! This video had a big black cock fucking a young white boy ass. You could see the definition of the cock veins and the color definition between the boys red hole and his white ass cheeks.

I soon realized I had my hand down my pants and was stroking my hard cock.

"Back." I said.

I expected to go back to the main list. But nothing happened.

"Internet back page." I tried again. This time the tv did what I wanted it to do and went back to the front page of the site. I think I was beginning to understand how to work this.

I picked another video. This was of an older boy, maybe twelve, sucking off a boy that could have been in high school. The camera zooms out to show another naked high school boy filming the action.

"Damn, you brother sure sucks dick good." The boy with the camera says. The scene went on to have to younger boy spit roasted with cum filling both ends of him.

I was horned up again, of course!

So, I went out to the kitchen to see what Jimmy was up too. I didn't bother him; he was way too into making his list.

"Hey Jimmy," I said, making him jump. "It's still early, I'm gonna walk around for a bit."

"Oh, sure. See you later." He replied, barely looking up from his paper.

It's a warm summer night, so I went with a muscle shirt and shorts to wear. I put on the shoes Aaron had me buy. I had to admit the boy knew his style as I looked at myself in the mirror. I would most definitely fuck the boy looking back at me!

I grabbed my wallet and phone and out the door I went.

This was my first time going out the street level door. Dennis had taken me here the day I bought the place, but I didn't go out.

The doorman opened the door for me. "Have a good evening Mr. Miller." He said.

I turned back to him after I walked out. "You know who I am?" I asked him.

"Of course, sir." He replied. "We are required to recognize all the tenants in the building. It adds a level of security."

"Wow, that sounds difficult." I said, "I'm pretty sure I couldn't do that!" He smiled at me. "What's your name?" I asked him.

"George." He simply stated.

"Nice to meet you George." I shook his hand and left.

Having no idea which way I should go once out the door, I chose right. I didn't know it at the time, but it turned out to be a good decision. Although, it's a good possibility that if I went left, the same result would have happened.

I had only to walk a couple of blocks when I came to a small park. This town was known for its numerous parks. This was one of the block size ones. I don't know about now, but at one point it was known as Paranoid Park, because of the strung out street kids that hung out there. I took a seat near the fountain.

It didn't take long for a couple of teens to walk by. It was a boy and a girl, I think. The boy could be my age. He had short cropped hair, a loose-fitting tank top and long baggy shorts. I had a hard time deciding if he was good looking to me or not. The girl, on the other hand, had long dreadlocks, a hoop in her nose and several in each ear. Even if I were straight, she wouldn't have been close to my type.

They walked up to me. I could sense them sizing me up as they approached. I didn't like the feeling of danger coming from them both.

"Hey, man." The boy said to me as the girl looked like she was bored.

"Hey." I said back.

"You look new here." He said.

"Yeah, I just got here last week." I told him. I didn't even bother looking at the girl.

"Cool." He said, "Hey, me and my friends are going to party at this cool guy's place. You should come!"

"Yeah, maybe." I politely told him and the spaced-out girl.

"Well, uh, we'll be over there for a bit. Just waiting on the guy to call and tell us it's all set." The boy finished and he and his shell of a girl went to the other side of the little park. The group he went to didn't look any healthier than he did. I was about to get up and leave when this younger voice spoke up behind me, making me jump.

"I don't think you should go with them." The voice told me. "You don't look the type for their kind of party."

This young boy sat down next to me.

"How would you know I don't look the type and how do you know anything about those guys?" I asked the boy.

"You don't look like you've ever done the kind of drugs they are into; you look like an all-American schoolboy." He told me, then paused. "And that boy you were talking to is my brother."

I looked at the kid and back at his brother.

"You don't even look alike!" I told the kid.

"We did at one time." He said wistfully. "Hey!" He said suddenly brighter. "I can take you to the City Club!" He stood up. "That's gonna be more for you." He took my hand and pulled me up.

"Wait a minute." I tried to say, but he kept tugging me out of the park.

"Have you heard of the City Club?" He jabbered on. "It's a bar for kids, only they don't sell alcohol."

"Wait!" I made him stop pulling me. "Should you tell your brother?" I asked him as I pointed back.

"Naw, he don't care." He said and pulled me even harder. He did glance back at that group a couple times.

He finally stopped pulling me when we got out of sight from his brother and his group. He seemed calmer the farther we got from the park. I could sense some turmoil in him. This was just under the feeling of relief and happiness. Compared to the feelings I got from his brother, this was like night and day.

"So, I'm Lucas." I told the kid as we walked.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Petey."

It was only a few blocks from the park when we reached this bar for kids, that didn't serve alcohol. As Petey described it.

His description was pretty close. It did look like a nightclub out front. Only, instead of adults, there were kids hanging out in front smoking.

These kids gave off a much different feeling than the ones in the park. More relaxed, instead of high strung. It's not to say I didn't notice some tension. But this tension was pretty much all sexual.

We stepped up to the door and a young man at the front stopped us. "Two bucks please." He told us, holding out his hand.

"I'll catch you inside." My young guide said as he started to walk in.

"Even you Petey." The kid said.

"Aw, come one Tray!" Petey said, "You always let me in!"

"Well, I can't anymore. Boss man said he needs everyone to pay to stay open." The doorman explained.

"I'll pay for him." I told Tray. I gave him a five and told him to keep the change. That got a smile from both boys. They both had very nice smiles. One was cute and the other was just plain hot!

Tray stamped our wrists and we walked in.

Once inside, there was a set of restrooms on the right and a bag check-in on the left. There were a couple kids there handing over some really stuffed backpacks to be checked in.

Petey must have noticed that I was watching what was going on. "That's Sean and Jon." He told me, "That's all they got. You can leave your stuff here and nothing will happen to it. Even if you leave it here for more than one night!" Petey had to talk louder as we got to the doors to the main area.

Once inside this room it looked like your typical, thumping loud music, dance bar. There was a bar, that served pop and light snacks. A few round tall tables. And a dance floor with the flashing lights.

The difference was the amount of sweaty, shirtless and fuckin' sexy boys of all ages. The other difference was the intense level of testosterone. With that and the sweat, I could feel my dick rising in my shorts.

I tried to adjust it without being noticed, but Petey did.

"That happens to me too, every time I come in here!" He laughed. Then he pointed to his bump in his shorts. I had to smile at that.

"You thirsty?" I leaned down to ask the cute little boy. "I'm buying."

He didn't reply and took my hand and pulled me to the bar. This rather aged man came down to where we were standing.

"I'd like a Coke and what would you like, Petey." I said.

"I'll have a Coke, too." Petey told the man. The `barkeep' came back with two glasses of Coke and placed them in front of us.

"That will be one dollar." The man said. I handed the man the dollar.

"Pops, this is my new friend Lucas." Petey said pointing at me.

What? The kid moves fast!

Pops seemed to look me over carefully before he smiled and put his hand out. "Petey's a good boy." He said as we shook hands. I felt the firmness of the man's grip and his eye's felt like they were going right through me.

I got the message very clear that Petey is well watched for in this place. I also could feel the conflicting emotions of love, fear, concern and hopelessness come from the man.

That was temporarily forgotten as soon as we turned back around to gaze at the teen flesh around us. Like I said, most were shirtless boys, but there were also some girls here and there. The girls weren't shirtless, but they were as close as possible to that as they could get!

We watched them dancing on the floor as we drank out drinks. Talking was too difficult.

After a few minutes, Petey tugged me on my arm. I leaned down to hear him.

"Let's go dance!" He yelled in my ear. I must have had made a funny face because he laughed. But he didn't let go of my arm, so I had no other choice.

The truth was, I couldn't dance. At least I didn't think I could. As my old self, I was way to self-conscience, and I wouldn't even try. Now, I still didn't know if I could dance, but I didn't seem to care as much. After all, looking around, nobody seemed to care if they could either.

I thought Petey was dancing with me, but a few moments after starting, another boy leans down to say hi to Petey and now the young boy was off with him! I kept dancing, at least my version, and watched Petey go from that boy to another and on to the next.

Petey eventually made it back around to me. He looked sweaty and tired and I was getting hot, so I motioned for us to take a rest.

"I could use some fresh air and you look like you do too." I told Petey.

"Yeah, let's go out front. The stamp will get you back in." The boy said.

We made our way back to the door, and after Petey telling Tray that we were just going to cool down, stepped into the cooler night air.

"You seem to have a lot of friends." I said as we stood on the sidewalk.

"Yeah, I come here a lot. I like coming here. Everyone's nice to me here." Petey told me. He had a distant look on his face for a moment before changing back to his happy face. "So, you said you aren't from here. Where ya from?" He asked me, changing the subject rather well.

Ok, yeah, where was I from? I couldn't say I've lived here all my life. And I couldn't say I'm really 41 years old.

"I'm not really from anywhere. My parents traveled a lot and I went with them." I quickly thought up. I should be able to keep that straight for future telling.

"That sounds cool. Seeing all those places. I've only seen this place. Someday I'm gonna see the world!" The boy said brightly.

"I bet you will, too!" I replied with a smile.

I looked around at the other people standing outside as we cooled off. Some were smoking cigs, and some were smoking pot. The two smells mixed in the night air. I noticed a kid looking over at us. Then the kid started walking over.

"Hey, Petey!" The boy fist bumped Petey. "How's it going?"

"Going good, Travis." Petey told him.

"So, who's the stud?" Travis asked Petey. Travis gave me an obvious look over.

"This is Lucas." Petey pointed at me. "He's new to town. I just met him at the park, right after my brother invited him to party." Travis made a bad face. "But I told him that this would be more his thing." Petey said proudly.

"Damn boy," Travis said with a worried look, "Aren't they gonna be mad at you?" He asked.

"Naw," Petey answered, "I'm not gonna worry about that anymore. I'm done with doing that."

"Ok, well, hope you're gonna be ok with that." Travis said. Then he looked at me again. "So, does this white boy wanna hit of some killer smoke?" He asked me as he held up a fat joint.

Let me take a moment to describe Travis. He's a tall, skinny and a very black teen. His clothes made him look very tasty. From what I've just realized, he is one of the few black people at this place.

"Thanks Travis. I can enjoy that." I answered him. I gave him an obvious look over myself. Stopping at his big bulge showing from his tight skinny jeans.

Travis gave a sexy smile to me.

"Better stop it Travis," Petey started to laugh, "Your homies will find out you're gay!"

"Girl!" Travis laughed back, "If they can't figure that out by now, they're even stupider than I thought!"

Yes, Travis was a very nelly gay boy. I could also feel the confidence coming from the teen. He was comfortable with who he was.

Travis and I shared a couple hits. Petey stood and watched. Travis didn't offer the younger boy a hit and Petey didn't even ask.

Travis put out the joint and put it in a small tin he had in his pocket. He followed us back in.

The music was just as loud, and the place felt even hotter. Probably from all the hot and sweaty bodies moving on the dance floor. I bought a pop for all three of us and we found a table. After a few sips, Travis leaned over to me.

"Would you like to dance?" He yelled and pointed to the dance floor.

I looked from Travis to Petey.

"I'll watch the drinks." Petey told us.

"Sure." I smiled and after taking a quick sip of my drink, followed him out to the gyrating mass of sweaty dancing bodies.

The two of us, at first, danced facing each other. Soon though, he started touching and rubbing my chest. I returned the favor and rubbed his chest. We moved closer and he reached under my shirt to rub me up. I'm gonna blame the pot I just smoked, because the next thing I knew, we were trading tongues as we kissed.

"Wow!" I said. I felt my dick respond in my shorts. This boy is hot!

"Wow is right!" Travis replied as his hands felt my smooth sweaty chest. He began to lift my shirt off, looking in my eyes for any reason to stop. His mouth fell open as my chest and tight abs appeared. The feelings he was sending out were all over the place. Everything from awe to horniness, as well as surprise.

I started lifting his shirt up. He was just as toned as me, but just a little skinnier and all boy! His black skin shined with sweat, which made his curves and muscles stand out even more.

I don't know how long we were on the dance floor. For one thing, it's hard to tell when one song is over and the new one starts. And the other is that Travis and I were only watching each other.

We also felt each other up as we danced. Travis seemed to know how to dirty dance quite well. He would grind his ass into my crotch, which would make it bone up. Then he would spin around and grind his pelvis into my ass. I could feel his hard cock rub against my ass cheeks. It felt great both ways. I was thinking it would be nice to go home have some naked fun time with this hung boy!

Travis pulled my head next to his. "I would love to get you naked tonight." He said. Then he nibbled my ear.

"I was thinking the same thing!" I told him and smiled. "I just live a few blocks away. We can go there."

Travis smiled and shook his head yes. We went back to where Petey was still standing when we went to dance. The drinks were still there, although we found out they were a bit warm now. Petey was talking to another boy.

"...no, I don't. But I'm not..." Petey was saying to this boy. When he saw that Travis and I had come back, he stopped talking.

"Well," the other kid said, "you stay in touch, Ok?" Then he walked away.

I was getting some strong feelings coming from the young boy. There was uncertainty and a lot of fear. I could not tell what he was afraid of, but it seemed to be getting stronger.

"Are you ok, Petey?" I asked the worried looking boy.

"Uh, yeah..." He answered.

"Um, do you need a ride home?" I asked. I knew it was getting late for public transit to run.

"No...I'm not going home.... ever..." Petey said just barely above the sound of the music. I felt sadness and fear come from the boy. After the feeling I had about his brother earlier and the way Petey relaxed after we left the park, the thought that something bad was going on with Petey's home life seemed possible.

"Listen Petey," I told the boy as quiet as I could, "I don't know what's going on, but if you would like a safe place to crash, you can stay in my spare bedroom tonight. No one will mess with you and there's even a lock on the door.

I could see from his face that he was thinking about my offer. But I knew his answer before he said it because of the feeling of relief coming from him.

"Ok." Was all he replied.

I leaned into Travis's ear and told him of the slight change of plans.

"Oh wow!" Travis replied, "I knew about his brother getting into the hard stuff, but Petey is always so happy when I see him here." He looked at Petey. "Come on Petey. Let's go to Lucas's place."

Travis said he had to get his stuff, so Petey went with him as I went to take our empty glasses back to the bar. Pops was standing close by. I could sense concern from him as he watched Petey leave with Travis. I had a sudden thought that I should say something to the man.

"Um, can I have a pen and paper, please." I asked him. He had both handy. I wrote my name and phone number down. "Petey's gonna spend the night in my spare room. This is my name and number if someone comes looking for him." I told him. I didn't wait for any response and left.

The two boys were waiting for me at the main door. They were talking to Tray, the door boy.

"Don't worry Tray," Travis was saying, "I'll look after him. You know you can trust me."

"He's cool, I can tell." Petey said.

"I left my name and number with Pops." I told all three of the boys as I walked up. Travis and Petey walked outside. Tray grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Petey is very special to me." Tray told me, "Make sure nothing happens to him."

"Call me tomorrow." I said. He let go of my arm and I walked out.

The first thing I noticed was that I still had my shirt off. The cooler outside air instantly gave me goosebumps. In fact, I didn't even know where my shirt ended up. I was about to go back in when I saw Petey hold it up. I walked over to the two boys, took my shirt from the younger one and started walking back to my place.

I was kind of paying a little more attention to Travis than I was to where we were going. I started to feel Petey get more tense the closer we got to the park where we met. As soon as he saw that the place was empty, he relaxed.

It was just a couple more blocks till we got to the entrance to the building. George the doorman was still there. He opened it for me and my new friends.

"Good evening, Lucas." George said smiling at all three of us. I could feel from him a sense of longing coming from him.

The two boys looked around the entry as I put in the code for the elevator.

"This is, um, a nice place." Travis said quietly as the elevator door closed. He watched me as I put in my code for the condo.

"Yeah, I just moved in here yesterday." I explained as we went up. "This is gonna be my first night tonight."

The doors opened into my still rather stark entryway. We walked to the door and I put in the third code. I opened that to a dark room as we stepped in.

"Lights on!" I said maybe a little too loud. The lights all turned on and it was bright. "Aw, lights half on." I tried.

It seemed to work. The light's dimmed to a nice level.

"Sorry," I told Travis and Petey who were still standing at the door, "still new."

"Your `rents must be rich." Petey said as he looked around.

"They were." I said, then quickly continued. "Come on in you guys. It's just me and my house manager here."

They finally came in and walked around the large living room. I gave them a quick tour. They were quite impressed. Petey more than Travis, it seemed. I showed Petey the room he can sleep in and that the lock on the door did work.

"Um, I think I'd like to go to sleep now." Petey told Travis and me. "Thanks for the room." He told me. Then he suddenly grabbed me around my waist and gave me a tight hung. He quickly turned around and shut the door. I heard the lock click. I could feel, even through the door, Petey's feelings of relief but intense sadness. Something I hope I can look into with the boy tomorrow.

I got a much different feeling coming from Travis when I looked back at him. A feeling that got my cock to start respond upward. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.

"This is my bedroom." I told him as I closed the door behind us.

"Wow..." he said as he looked around. "Nice bed..." Travis sat down on the bed and bounced a little on the mattress.

I walked over to him. "I could use a shower to freshen up." I said as I undid my shorts. "You would probably like one, too." I stood right in front of him and dropped them to the floor. My hard cock popped out. "The shower is plenty big enough for two..." I took his hand and stood him up. "Just let me help you out of these." I said as I unbuttoned the hot boy's tight pants.

End of Chapter 7

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