For the second night in a row, Joey slept like a baby. His dreams, again, were of being a gymnastics star. Tonight it was a floor exercise routine, at the world level. He beat a Russian and a Chinese athlete to get the gold medal. At the end of the dream, he ran off the platform, and jumped into Bill's arms. He heard Bill whisper in his ear "I'm so PROUD of you. You deserve everything you've gotten?" If a fly were on the wall, he would have seen Joey smile in that dream. Was it the dream, or was it Bill's hand, firmly planted on his nipple? Every time Joey moved, Bill's hand moved too, and the simple movement stimulated Joey. He slept, but he slept with a slight boner, all night.
When his gymnastics dream ended, he dreamed about what it would be like living with Bill. He wanted to do it. He knew Bill liked him. But there was that one thing: Bill kept on saying he was going to take it slow, but how slow would he take it? He felt BIll's fingers beginning to stir, and work his nipple more actively. He felt Bill's stubble on his ear, and then the kiss before he whispered "you awake yet, angel?"
"MMM. Who's that? Is that the devil?" "It can be joey. It can be." He played joey's nipple a little more, until Joey began to moan. "OH Sir.... you're getting me, well, horny.." "We'll take care of that Joey. We'll take care of it." He rolled Joey onto his stomach and he was on top of him.
"HEY. SIR. WAIT. You said you'd take it slow." Joey tried to squirm, but Bill had his wrists pinned. "Relax Joey, relax. Not gonna do that . Just relax. I simply want you to feel something and, if it's good, I'm going to do something else. But don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you today." Joey bit his lip. He HAD to trust this man. "Ok Sir. I believe you." "I want you to understand how sensitive your butt is. So... I'm just gonna push your legs apart a little." Joey was reticent, but in that position, Bill could easily split his legs by pushing on his ankles. "Good boy Joey. Good boy. Now, I'm only gonna do this for a little. Maybe two minutes. Try to relax." Bill began running his finger very slowly up and down Joey's ass crack. "OH GOD. Sir, that feels better than your tongue did." Without knowing it, Joey had begun to hump the bed. Bill whispered into his ear. "Not yet superstud, not yet. One thing a boy has to learn, is that his topman cums first. " "Understood Sir. Are you hard?" "Ha ha. That's an understatement. I'm going to do something else now, Joey. We're both gonna get what we want. " He saw Bill reach for a jar on the counter. "I'm lubing my cock. I'm gonna lube yours too. But NO, it's not for what you think. It's for something close. Push your legs back together. "
"Yes sir. What're you gonna do?" "You'll see young man. Or, better, you'll feel." Bill was doing something he had learned from his topman when he was a very young man. He slipped his lubed cock in between Joey's thighs. It wasn't the same as anal sex, but the sensation was similar. "See Joey? No penetration. And..." He reached underneath Joey and his greasy fingers lubed up Joey's cock, as he began to jerk him. He jerked Joey slower than he pumped in between his legs. He leaned to Joey's ear. "who's my angel boy?" "I am Sir." "Is my Joey my man?" "Yes sir. I'm yours." A strangled sound came out of Bill, and Joey felt his semen in between his legs. He was glad that he could bring Bill off, and that made his cock even harder. "OOOOOH SIR.. Don't stop. PLEASE.. don't STOPPPPPPPP" Bill pulled him closer to his body, as Joey came onto the bed. Then Joey surprised him by spinning around and locking lips with him. He kissed Bill hard, opening his mouth to take Bill's tongue. "What's the phrase you used? You're gonna be my topman?" Bill smiled. "That's right. Your topman. That's me, angel boy." Joey smiled. "I like that Sir. My mom used to call me her angel." Bill kissed him. "probably right before she smacked you for misbehaving." Joey laughed. "Were you there? It seems like it." Bill kissed him again. "Now, young man, angel or not, you are going to get up and make the coffee the way I showed you. And when it's brewing you're gonna get cleaned up. Don't use all the hot water." "Sure I can't persuade you to join me Sir?" Joey flashed a grin that was anything BUT angelic. "COFFEE . NOW. I've got a paddle from an old boyfriend who rowed. I'll use it if I don't get my coffee." "OOOPS. Yes sir." Joey ran off to the kitchen. Bill laughed as he saw him making the coffee, shaking his butt like a dog in heat. ' "That ass. GOD. That ass," he thought to himself. "A week? Two weeks? "
Joey got the coffee going, and jumped into the shower. As he was soaping up, he was thinking "Am I gay? I mean, what would Bill say? We basically had sex like, a half dozen times. I blew him, he blew me. What does this mean? " His internal censor told him to stop thinking or his head would explode, so he went back to thinking about how hot Bill was: how feeling his chest hair against him made him, well, boned. He looked down. Yup. DAMN IT. FOCUS ON SCHOOL WORK SCHIAVO. FOCUS ON THE PHYSICS EXAM COMING UP. '
When he came out of the shower, he saw Bill sitting there, drinking a cup of the coffee he had made. "Done to a turn angel boy." He kissed Joey's wet head. "My turn. Go and taste your handiwork." Joey came over and took a bit of the crusted semen off of Bill's chest and tasted it. "Pretty good to me. " Bill could just laugh. He looked Joey in the eye. "Seriously Joey, I think I found my nickname for you. Angel boy. Do you like it." Joey looked at him. "You'll call me that? It'll be my nickname from you, Sir?" "only if you like it." "I love it Sir. Now go shower, please. You're gonna stink me up."
As Bill showered, Joey thought some more about that question: was he gay? He didn't know. He'd ask Bill. Maybe he had some ideas.
After Bill came out of the shower, and had put on some clothes, he joined Joey at the table. "So , the gym today for me is more about weights than cardio, so I stop for an omelet on my way. You gonna join me, before you get back to your schoolwork?" "Yes sir, but can I ask you a question, because I may be confused?" Bill laughed. "Angel boy, we're ALL confused, all the time. But ask your question."
"Sir... I'm having a great time this weekend. Maybe the best time I've had since I was a little boy. I didn't think I'd have this good a time, and.. well, you've been so gentle, and so patient. And I forgot how many times I came, but it's been a lot. And I've had these dreams and you're in them and I get hard. "
Bill was nodding. "Am I gay Sir?" "I don't know." Joey paused "You don't know? I blew you. You blew me, and I liked it, I explode when you play with my nips, and you don't know?" Bill sighed. "Joey, what you enjoy physically doesn't make you gay. Straight guys like blow jobs. They're not real good at giving them, but hey, no one's perfect. Straight guys don't know how sensitive their nips are until they get played with. So, what happened? Did you walk into the house straight, and you're going back to school gay? I don't think that's how it works."
Joey was paying more attention than he had in any of his classes ever. "Look, I don't really care Joey. What I care about is how I feel about you, and how you feel about me. If you need a label for it, put a label on it. But Angel boy, getting a blow job, giving a blow job, no dear, that does not make you gay. You may BE gay, but you have to think about that. And you will. But you're welcome back here whether you're gay, straight, bi, confused, whatever. Just stay my Angel boy, ok?"
Joey looked at him, like he was about to cry . "you mean if I'm not gay, I can still come back?" "Next week you mean? I was planning on it. " "Thank you Sir. I wanted to make sure you were as happy as I am." "Angel boy." He took Joey's face in his hands. "I can't think of a time I was happier. I told you, I wasn't sure how this was going to work, but it's been so great for me. " Joey smiled. "How about that omelet? Then
I'm gonna kick your ass in the weight room."
Sitting in the diner, having their eggs , Bill thought again about the appetites of the young. He was eating a cheese omelet, no fries. Joey was having a chili omelet with extra cheese, a double order of fries, and a side of French toast. And he was MOWING through it. "You can lift after eating that?" Bill asked in amazement. "Hell yeah. I'm being polite. If they had meatballs, I'd be eating those too." Then he paused. "I should NOT have said that. Go ahead Mr. Scott. Say what you wanna say." "Nope. Nope. Just gonna hold it back. You may kick my ass in the weight room, but when we get home... hee hee hee."
Joey did outlift Bill, by considerable, but when Joey saw what the man could heft, he couldn't laugh. Now he understood how Bill was able to keep him pinned down on the bed. GEEZ. Did he know anyone Bill's age who could benchpress like that? Or do curls? or flairs? Or any of the stuff Bill was doing? On the way to the gym, Bill asked Joey to just do his regular workout, and he would follow along, working as hard as he could. And yes, Bill was panting a little bit, but he had kept up with Joey.
"If someone is gonna fuck me, I'm glad it's him," Joey thought through the last set.
Joey and Bill were both rather quiet on the way back to the house. Both were feeling that this weekend - this magic weekend - was going to be over soon. Bill had cancelled some appointments he had to see houses, so that he could spend more time with Joey. Joey had promised that he would spend another hour reading his English assignment before lunch, so he had that to do when they got back. Bill had promised to make pasta for lunch.
"It won't be as good as your mom's, but it'll be better than the swill they serve at the cafeteria."
"I'm sure it's going to be great Sir, but 'swill'?" Bill smiled. "Yeah, I should've used a different word." "No Sir." Joey blushed. "I don't know what it means." "AH. Ok. Now we're gonna add something new to what we do when you're here. VOCABULARY DRILLS. Swill is a word that describes what they use to feed pigs. You know, that liquid stuff that they throw out of the pans into the pig sty. "Yeah, Sir, that's accurate for the cafeteria and pasta. I just can't eat it. " "Well, we'll see if you can eat mine. Now, on that computer. Where are you? Page 150? "Yes sir." "Ok, you're leaving today with the reading through page 200 done. Go to it."
Joey went to the library to do the reading assignment, while Bill got busy with making sauce. He was an ok cook, not a great one, and he was thinking "maybe at some point, Joey and I could take a class together." He reined in the fantasy right away. "Who am I kidding? Our deal will be for tuition. Once that's done, and he graduates, he'll move on." He couldn't think of that either. Bill knew he was smitten, that he was projecting a future that was far from guaranteed, and was probably not going to happen, but he was human. As he cooked, he was getting warm from the heat of the stove, and then the boiling water. He smiled. Joey liked his chest. Well, maybe..."
He walked over to the library and knocked on the door. He saw that Joey was in fact reading. He looked up when Bill was there. "OH. Sir. I can't concentrate if you stand there like that." "How far did you get?" "I have 20 pages to go Sir." "Well, that sounds about right because I'm going to start the pasta. You should be finished just about when it is." "Sir... a favor." "Sure Joey, what do you want?" Joey got up and came over. He put his arms around Bill and his head on his chest. "Please Sir. Can we fool around a little before lunch? Please? It'll be the last chance until I'm here next time and... " Bill pulled Joey tighter. He ran his hand through the back of his hair. "What would you like to do Joey?" "Well, you know... " He blushed. "When you ran your finger up and down my ass this morning, it was so electric, I thought I was gonna die. That. Or... can I practice my blow job technique?" All of what Joey was saying was getting Bill extremely aroused. "How about we do both, Joey? It's called taking care of each other. I'll finger you until you shoot, and you suck me until I do. Then we'll have some lunch, and unfortunately, begin to pack up for the weekend. "
"I really have to go back ,don't I Sir?" "For now, yes. But let me begin working on things. You think about what you want to do too." "Oh, I know that Sir.." Joey began to get on his knees. "NO I mean I mean... OH GOD HELP ME I'm going to die from too much cumming this weekend." Joey had gotten his shorts down and his mouth was on Bill's cock. He was trying something new now: working on it like it was a lollipop." Bill moaned. "You surfed the web first, didn't you, angel boy?" Joey didn't look up, but just started nodding "uh huh" as he continued to work Bill's cock. "You're a menace to society Joey. Thank God you're MY menace. " Bill pulled back as he shot, all over Joey's face. The angel boy cracked a devlish grin, and did lick his lips. He made a face. "I guess I'll get used to it. Like spinach." "Ha ha. I've never had it compared to a green vegetable, but ok. Spinach is good for you. Now you, young man, get those shorts off, and get on your back. I'm gonna do this a different way, because I wanna see your face." "Yes sir." Joey stripped completely naked, and he got on the bed. "GOD do I wanna tie him down again" thought Bill, but he just pushed Joey's legs up. "Angel boy, let me know how it feels." Bill began sliding his finger, back and forth over the sides of Joey's crotch. "OOOOOOH. That feels good Sir. SO GOOD. " He saw Joey's eyes close, and a smile on his face. "Wish you could kiss me while you did that, Sir." "Hmmm. I'll see what I can do.." Bill arched over Joey and was just able to get his lips. "MMMMM. FUCK. I love the combination Sir." "I'm going to try something new Joey. Tell me right away if you don't like it." Bill went back to Joey's ass, but this time, he pressed his thumb, firmly , against Joey's virgin hole. He just kept it there. Joey reacted like he had gotten a pleasant shock. "OH FUCK. OH FUCK THAT'S HOT SIR. NO NO DON'T MOVE YOUR FINGER. PLEASE. NO NO. OH OH... DAMN IT SIR HOW CAN YOU GET ME TO JIZZ SO MUCH?' Joey began shooting wildly. He seemed to have recovered completely from their morning session. Now, Bill tasted it. "Not so bad. A little bit of garlic, a little of olive oil. What did I expect from my Italian angel boy?"
Joey went back to finishing his English assignment, and then they sat down to the pasta. "This is pretty good Sir. You're right. My mom's is better, but this is damn better than anything I've had at school." "I'll take that as a compliment Joey . At some point, maybe your mom will part with her recipe. Tell her you wanna make it. " "She won't believe me Sir. You ask her when she meets you. She's gonna melt." "When she meets you," Bill thought. "He's got something planned or in planning. I don't think I'm unhappy with that.
After they had cleared up the lunch dishes, it really was time to get moving. So Bill sat Joey down. "Ok, angel boy, now I want you to do two things. First, I want you to take this paper, and I want you to write down the sizes you wear of everything." "What for Sir?" "Well, I know what college students have for clothes, and I know what jocks have. If you're going to move in with me, you're going to need a better wardrobe. So, this week, I'm gonna be shopping around, and next week, if you come back, we'll go shopping together."
"Why wouldn't I come back Sir?" Bill smiled. "Forget I said that. When you come back." Joey looked serious "is the guy who hurt you still at the university? Because if he is..." Bill laughed. "Oh my!. This is the first time someone has ever promised to defend my honor in hand to hand combat. Joey, angel boy, that's sweet. It's really sweet. It's nothing like that. It was a slip of the tongue." Joey didn't believe him, but he let it be. Maybe he'd find out in the future. "I'm not a good clothes shopper Sir." "Well, you'll learn. I'm pretty good at it, but you have to like what you're wearing, so we'll do it together. He squeezed Joey's thigh. "I promise. I'm not going to have you wear anything weird. We're gonna go and look for stuff like you wore to dinner on Friday." Joey's eyes got big and he smiled. "Those clothes are HOT ,aren't they Sir? I got them as gifts. Mom and Dad never would buy stuff for me like that because there are 3 of us, and..." "I get it Joey. But as far as I'm concerned, there's only you."
He took a deep breath and got a box. "Now this is the homework I told you I was going to assign. " He opened it up. It was a box of dildos, in graduated sizes. "I know what these are Sir. Don't girls use them?" "They do. They admit it. Guys use them too , they just don't. " He grinned "I'll let you in on a secret. Your friend Adam uses them with Kevin works late, or goes away on business." Joey's mouth dropped "NO SHIT?" "No shit Joey. Now, this is how it's going to work. The smallest one, is 4 inches, and they each go up, by 1/2 inch. Before you leave today, I'm going to put the 4 incher in you. It'll be uncomfortable for a minute, but you'll get used to it. You have to wear it all day today. Sleep with it. If you have to go to the bathroom, take it out, relube it, and put it back in. And when you feel comfortable with it, after a day or so, move up a size.
"The biggest one looks pretty big Sir" It was 6.5 inches. Bill laughed. "You wanna see big, young man?" He pulled out a gag dildo that someone had given him, that was 15 inches long.
"OH MY GOD. That looks like. Well, it looks like.." "A big ugly snake, huh Joey?" "YEAH. Like in those movies about the jungle." "Well, for us , this is just for show, but I can tell you, and I KNOW you're going to waste time looking this up, there are guys who can take it. " "You're not gonna ask" "ha ha ha . No Joey, I'm not. You've played with mine all weekend and you know how big it is. I want you to be able to take something half an inch bigger than me. This won't get you there, but it's a start." "One a day Sir. Like adding a rotation on pommel horse." "It's always about the sport isn't it? " Bill thought. "That's right Joey. Just like that. "
"Now, the other thing. When you get back to school, I want you to email me ALL of your assignments for the week. If you - I'm sorry, WHEN you come back next weekend - you really won't need any clothes. Just bring some shoes. I'll take care of some stuff for you, but not a lot. Bring your books, because young man, we are going to get your grades up."
Another wicked smile from Joey. "Well, you did a good job of getting other things up this weekend, so if anyone can get my grades up, it's you."
Bill's eyes began to tear up. "Go pack up your gear, Angel boy. I'll drive you back to school." "Yes Sir." Bill walked by the bedroom to get a clean shirt, and he heard Joey crying.
"Angel boy, what's wrong?" Joey rushed him, and hugged him tighter than he had all weekend. "Sir. I don't want to go. I don't want to say goodbye." "Joey, don't you Italians use Ciao to say hello, goodbye, see you again, and everything else?" "Yes sir, that's right. I didn't know you spoke Italian." "I don't. But I know that one. And there's an old, OLD cheesy song 'never say goodbye, say ciao. So we'll say ciao. And I'll come pick you up next Friday. How's that?" "Can we chat during the week Sir? Every day?" "Well, I'm not a good texter or zoomer. Phone ok?" "For now." Joey smiled. "You get my grades up, I'll get your social media skills up." "That's a deal I can get behind, Angel boy." Now come on, finish up. Trust me Joey, I'm going to miss you as much as you miss me."
When Joey was packed and had his stuff in the back seat of Bill's Porsche, they took off. Joey put his hand on Bill's leg. "I had a great time Sir. I know I said that before, but I REALLY REALLY had a great time with you. You're not like old guys I know at home." Bill laughed. "And you're not 20 somethings I know. So we're ideal for each other." He paused. "Hey, you've got a license, don't you?" "Yes sir. Why?" Bill pulled over. "Why don't you drive us to school?" "REALLY? I'm not on your insurance, but, but.. SHIT I've never driven a Porsche before. "
"Well, let's get a shot of you behind the wheel, young man." Bill picked up his phone. THERE we go. Now it really happened.
The kiss they exchanged at the university could have been between a student and his uncle. No one saw Joey grab at Bill's crotch when they hugged.
"How's it feel, Joey?" "Oh, shit. I didn't even know it was there Sir." "Put in the next one tonight. I think you're gonna be a natural."