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Subject: My Time With Tommy Part 1 Gay Adult Youth Hi Everyone Here is a new story I wrote. I was so upset about tommy Valva I had to write this story because I wish its how it turned out. I hope you like it. I like to post complete stories at this time becasue I have such a hard time getting to internet. Thanks so much everyone. Please Donate to Nifty My Time With Tommy Part 1 My name is Eric Smith. I’m 38 years old, and just moved to NYC. OK not really the city. But, Queens. I looked at the city, and it’s just too damned expensive to live in Manhattan. I go there frequently though. I just take the train. It’s easy, and its cheap. I can really live anywhere as I work from home. I write computer programs for companies, and I do it from home. I visited NYC once, and fell in love with it. I vacationed here several times after that. I decided to move because there is ALWAYS something to do. Can’t sleep at 3 am. You can find something going on. Its a great place to live. Expensive as hell. But, you get a lot for your money. Not for houses. But, for the experience. I paid a little more then 400k for my house. It’s a three bedroom, two bath with a small yard, and an attached garage. So you see what I’m saying. Cheap if you live in Los Angles. But, the rest of the world not so much. I like to sit on the porch in the good weather. After living in the southwest for so many years most of the weather is good. So long as I’m not sweating to death I’m happy. I got a nice porch on my house, and sit out on it often. I noticed next door there is a guy, and his wife, and a boy of maybe 8 or 9. I wave at them and they wave at me. But, have never said two words to any of them. I think they were freaked out by my Texas plates when I moved. Probably think I’m some gun crazy fanatic or something. I knew a lot of them in Texas. Honestly, glad to be away from them. This little blue dot is no more surrounded by red dots. I’m a little blue dot surrounded by more blue dots. I like my life now. I keep finding great new places to go, and check out. I found a little deli just down the road from me, and they have great food. I mean your taste buds jump out of your mouth, and slap you in the forehead for not having it before food. OK I guess a little of Texas followed me up here. Anyway, it’s spring time, and the leaves are growing. The birds are singing, and I am just loving my new life. I tend to write at night when there isn’t a lot going on in the neighborhood. It’s definitely different here. People seem to really like me. I think it’s because I tell them to fuck off with a smile. Maybe? But, everyone I have met so far has been very nice. People give New Yorkers a bad name. Sure they will call you a jerk off or tell you to fuck off if you cut them off in traffic. But, hell they do that in Oklahoma. But, enough of that. Today is a great day and I am sitting on the porch spring has definitely sprung it’s a nice 75 degrees, and I am loving it. I got a Coke and just sitting, watching the comings, and goings of the neighborhood. I live on what most would consider a busy street. Not me I love it. It gives me something to do since I know absolutely no one here. I am eating a pastrami sandwich I got at the deli earlier, and I see the neighbor boy walk by from school. He has his back pack on, and it’s that time of day. Doesn’t take a detective to figure it out. He sees me, and waves as usual. I smile, and wave back. He goes in his house as usual. I have about half my sandwich left, and some chips. I decide I am ful,l and wrap it up, and fold the deli sized bag of chips over so they don’t go stale or a bug gets in them. I hear text on my phone, and I look. I see a friend from Texas is asking me how I’m liking my new place. Loving it I reply, and start looking at the news on my phone. I don’t recall the last time I actually “watched” the news. I think Tom Brokaw was still on TV then. It’s so much easier this way because I look at what I want, and ignore that which I don’t want to see. Not to mention no commercials. BIG PLUS. So I am reading about the weather for the rest of the week all sunshine, and happiness it seems. “Excuse me sir?” I look up, and seeing as my porch is up about eight steps I think I heard something. I go back to my phone. “Umm sir?” I look around again, and this time I see his little head poking up just above a bush. “Yes?” “Um I was kind of wondering if you had any chores I could do?” `I don’t know. What can you do?” I say. I’m kind of perturbed being interrupted. But, it is a cute little guy so its not too bad. “I don’t know. I can clean I guess.” Now I have lived here for four months. I clean, and it’s fine. But, I absolutely despise dusting. OK Its worse then despise I fucking hate it, and refuse to do it. I always think I will. I even got furniture polish, and stuff to do it. But, to actually do it. As they say here. Foggetaboutit. “Can you dust?” “I think so.” “Come up here.” He walks up the steps as he gets closer I see he is truly a lovely little guy. Black hair, nice straight teeth, and pretty rosy red lips. Very nice blue eyes. His hair is a bit shaggy. But, not bad. You can tell its been cut. Just not too recently. I look him over pretty good, and he is kind of dirty. His clothes are not in great shape. I know that he wore these to school today as I saw him in them a few minutes ago. It doesn’t add up to me. Because I mean this isn’t a great neighborhood. But, it isn’t a poor hood either. Seems he should be dressed a little better, and his clothes should at least be clean. Maybe he got dirty at school on recess I think. “So how much would you charge me to dust?” “I don’t know.” He says. I notice he is staring at my chips. I just hand them to him. Well, I try to hand them to him. “Don’t you want them?” “Yeah kinda.” He says and I hear his tummy rumble. I look ankara otele gelen escort at him a second. “You hungry buddy?” “Sorta.” He says looking at his feet like they are the most interesting thing in the world. “Here sit down right here next to me, and have this sandwich I didn’t finish. I didn’t eat off of it or anything. They cut it in half for me at the deli.” He looks me in the eye. “You sure? Its not a trick or nothing is it?” I’m confused. What kind of trick would it be to offer a sandwich to someone. “No buddy its not a trick.” “How bout I do that dusting for it then? That be OK?” I lean back and look at him. He still hasn’t sat down yet. “How about I give you the sandwich as a friend. Then pay you say ten dollars to dust the living room, the dining room, and my office. Does that seem fair to you?” His eyes got really big. “Ten dollars?” “I think that’s fair. You think its not enough?” “Gosh no that’s a lot.” I cock my head and look at him. “I think it’s a fair amount. If I called a service they would charge me way more then that. Now come sit down in the chair here, and have the sandwich, and chips. I will go get you a Coke.” “A Coke too?” “Sure buddy. Would you prefer milk or juice?” “Gosh no I don’t get Cokes too often. Usually I just get water.” Curiosier, and curioser I think. I get up to go get him a soda, and he finally does sit down in the chair next to me. Not that there is a lot of choice I only have two. I didn’t see a reason to get more since well. I don’t know anyone here, and not really sure why I got two in the first place. Other then someone may stop to say hi. Never know. I come back out, and he is swinging his legs as he’s sitting. I just smile at him, and hand him the Coke. He fumbles with it a little to get it open. “Want me to open it for you?” He holds it out to me, and I pop the tab for him then hand it back. I open the sandwich, and sit it on his little lap. I put the chips next to him. He sits the Coke on the table between us. He starts to eat the sandwich, and takes a bite. Then a chip then a sip of Coke. Kind of a routine. It’s cute to watch him. He’s done with the food in a flash. Though he doesn’t wolf it down. He just eats quickly. I guess. Hell I don’t know. I figure he’s hungry. I was always ravenous after school. He folds up the wrapper from the sandwich, and puts it in the now empty bag of chips. He starts to sit it on the table, and bumps the can of Coke and it tumbles on its side. I reach to grab it quickly because its just natural. The little guy was on the porch curled up in a ball crying “I’m sorry please don’t him me. Please.” Tears are streaming from his eyes. “I’m not going to hit you. Accidents happen. Come on buddy get up.” I say calmly. What I am thinking in my head is oh fuck this poor boy. “It’s a trick I know it. I get up, and you still sock me one.” He says still crying, and still curled up. I am totally at a loss. I know exactly what he is going through. My childhood was the same. A lot of abuse. I was beaten because I was breathing too loud once. It didn’t matter. A beating is just around the corner. I knew it as a child, and I know it for him. The memories of how I felt just wash over me, and I think back to what I would have wanted. What would have made me believe I wasn’t going to be beaten for literally breathing. So I get up from the chair, and I get down on my hands, and knees next to him. I proceed to lay down right next to him so I can look him in the eyes. He looks pretty confused from this. “My name is Eric by the way. I don’t know yours yet?” I’m laying on my side so he can see me I’m not threatening at all this way I think. “It’s Tommy.” “Tommy I like you I am not going to ever hit you. I don’t care what you say, or do I wont hit you. I know you don’t believe me yet. But, I know what your life is like. When I was little my mom would beat the living shit out of me, all day, and every day. I know what it’s like to be beaten for nothing. I promise I will never make you feel bad like that.” While I am saying this tears start leaking from my eyes. He looks at me kind of curious. “It’s cuz I’m bad is why I get spankings.” I reach up and touch his bare arm with my hand. He kind of flinches as I do. But, I gently rub his arm as I start to talk to him. “Do you think you were bad when you spilled the soda?” “Yeah. I didn’t mean to but…” “But, accidents happen. If you would have done it on purpose I might have been upset at you. But, it was an accident. Having an accident doesn’t make you bad.” “But..” “But, nothing. It’s a little spill we can clean it up in a jiffy. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just life. Accidents happen.” “I didn’t mean to do it.” “I know Tommy. Trust me I know.” I say gently rubbing his arm. I reach up, and wipe the tears from his face. “Now what do you say we get the spilled soda cleaned, up and you start dusting for me.” “What if I break something?” “Do you plan on breaking something on purpose?” “No.” “So it would be an accident then?” “Yeah I wouldn’t break nothing on purpose.” He says with the utmost seriousness. “Then I wont be mad about it. Accidents happen.” “You wont tell my mom, or dad will you?” `Not a chance.” “Well, she’s not really my mom. My mom left a long time ago. I remember my dad telling her she couldn’t take me if she left. I wish she would have. She was always real nice to me.” I start to gently rub his head as he is telling me this. I can see he is calming down pretty well. I think he can sense he has a friend in me. Someone he can confide in, and tell anything. At least I hope he does. Poor little guy. “You ready Tommy?” “I guess.” I get up and I’m hardly old. But, I am 38, and getting up of the hard ground is not as easy at it used to be. Maybe it would be easier if I hadn’t had so many öveçler escort broken bones from “falling down.” I get up and Tommy follows as well. I go into the house, and look behind me, and he isn’t there. I go back to the door and he is standing there. “You ca’nt dust inside if you are out there can you?” I say, and chuckle. “I um kind of had a problem.” He says and looks down. I look and well lets just say he wasn’t as dry as he should be. Fear does that to you sometimes. I’ve been there. “Come on Tommy we will take care of that too.” “But, I’m wet.” “Come on Tommy we will take care of it.” Finally he follows me in. I walk to my bedroom, and look at him. “I am betting that if your dad or your step mother find out you will be in trouble. Right?” “Yes sir.” He says looking down. “So we can’t let them know.” I say pulling a t-shirt from a drawer. “Take of your pants and underwear, and put this on. We will wash them, and dry them while you dust.” He smiles at me, and immediately kicks off his shoes, and whips down his pants before I can even get out of the room. I didn’t intend for this to happen. It wasn’t my goal that’s for sure. But, I am not the least bit sad by it. I see his little cock, and balls. It looks to be about 2 inches, and uncut with a nice firm sack. He pulls off his shirt as I am trying not to be obvious I am looking at him. I see he is very thin. When I say very I mean nearly concentration camp thin. Not to that extreme. But, he needs to eat more that’s for damn sure. He is standing in front of me naked now. He looks at me and smiles. “I um I uh better put these in the washer.” I say as I pick up his clothes. “Then I will get you some paper towels, and the Pledge, so you can dust.” I am ashamed of myself because my cock is rock hard now. I have always admired boys, and have looked at non porn pics of nude boys, and imagined doing things with them. But, never have. I have never seen a boy naked in person other then in the locker room when I was younger. I quickly leave the room, and put the clothes in the washer, add some detergent, and turn it on. I turn to go back to the kitchen, and he is in the door way still naked. I eye him up and down again adding to my shame. “We can do stuff if you want to. I know how to do lots of stuff.” I am thinking in my head I must have heard him wrong. I know I heard him wrong. I just look at him. “I can suck you if you want. I am really good at that.” “I’m sorry?” I say knowing I didn’t hear him right. He looks at my pants bulging, and he takes a step closer and puts his little hand on my cock. “I said I can suck you if you want. I can see you want me too.” “I um well.. I um… No I don’t think so. You don’t even know me really, and I think that you should only do things like that if you truly love someone.” I manage to say. It was like having the two guys on my shoulder one devil, and one angel. One saying let him suck you off. You know you want him too. The other saying. Well, what I just told him. “Its OK I do it all the time for my mom, and dads friends. They come over, and I suck them, and sometimes they put it in my butt.” Holy shit I think they are selling this kid. I have heard shit like this happens. But, never in my life had I ever thought I would encounter it. I get on my knees in front of him. I look at him in his pretty blue eyes. I put my hand on his cheek. “Tommy as much as you know from experience I want to do those things with you. I just can’t. I have to have that person love me, and for me to love them before I can do things like that. I can’t just do it like a machine. Just to get pleasure, and nothing more. I want it to mean something. Do you understand?” He looks confused by what I am saying. “Who do you love Tommy?” “My mom.” “OK so say you loved someone that wasn’t your mom. Say in time you love me, and I love you. If we did something it would mean that we are expressing our love. By making the other person feel good. Not just making the other person feel good for other reasons. Like not getting spanked. Does that make sense.” “I think so.” “Good. Now lets get the cleaning stuff so you can dust for me. OK?” He smiles at me. I think he understands. I sure hope so anyway. Poor little guy. I get up, and we go to the kitchen. I get out the Pledge and some paper towels and he is next to me. “Don’t you want to put on a t-shirt?” He smiles at me. “No not really. I like being naked. I can’t do it at home because dad will do stuff I don’t like.” “That’s fine if you want. But, I am going to close the front door so the neighbors don’t see you in my house naked as a jay bird.” He smiles at that. I go and he follows holding the supplies I handed him. I show him what all I want done, and he gets to work in the living room. I tell you I was pretty tempted to just sit and watch him. But, I thought I don’t want to be all pervy. OK I did want to be all pervy. But, I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. So I went to my office. and started working on some glitches I found in some software a company was using that they got from another company. About fifteen minutes later I hear the washer stop, and beep its done. I go, and put his clothes in the dryer while he is in the dining room dusting the table. It is a glorious sight for sure seeing him leaning over the table, and stretching to get the center. I see he scoots forward to reach the very center, and he is on a chair and his body lays a crossed the table. I see his cock get smashed down on the table from his body. I just shake my head and think I will never be able to eat at that table again without thinking about that. I will have a hard on every dinner I think. I go and finish my task, and put his clothes in the dryer adding a dryer sheet. I head back to my office. Sit back at my computer, and am scanning pendik escort through lines of code. As I am Tommy walks in, and starts dusting the shelves I instructed him to dust. He is moving things carefully aside, and then putting them back. He is behind me getting the credenza, and is looking at what I am doing. He doesn’t ask anything. He is just watching as I scroll, stop and change something. I start the program after that as he is still watching. It runs without an error. “Cool.” I say. “What?” He says. “Oh. It’s just this program kept crashing at a certain point, and I had to find the error for this company. I actually found several errors in the code, and It appears I got it right now.” “You must be really smart.” “Not really. Coding is easy if you know how. Come here I will teach you a little code, and you can see its easy.” I scoot my chair back so he can stand in front of me, and key in what I tell him to punch in on the keyboard. He slides in front of me and he slips up on my lap. OK I think. So I scoot back forward. I teach him a little program I first learned. Its very simple, and he keys in as I instruct him to. It takes him a while. Because it’s hunt, and peck for him. Me I just fly along a keyboard anymore. I have been doing it forever. Once he is done I tell him what to do, and it happens. A little program starts and runs. “See you just did that.” “No I didn’t you told me what to do.” “True. But, now you see how easy it is. Here let me show you a game I am working on for kids to learn easier that have problems learning math. I want to make it fun so they can have fun.” I find the program, and start it up. He looks at it. It has monkeys, and all kinds of animals. “It has monkeys.” He says. “I like monkeys. They are fun. I used to live a long time ago in a country called Belize. They have little monkeys there, and it gave me the idea for the program. See he starts out a dumb monkey, and as you progress he gets smarter. Then after you finish one little part there is a game to play. Then as you progress, and get better the games get more fun, and exciting. Here I will show you.” I go through about six levels, and he is playing the games. Having fun with it. “Now you try this part.” He starts and the questions aren’t super hard yet. He gets one wrong, and has to do it again. Then he gets to the game. The look on his face is just as I had hoped it would be for my young student customers. A look of triumph, and glee. He plays the game, and after his third life is over it pops back up, and he has to get through another level to play again. He is at it instantly, and is whipping through the test part. He gets to the game and is thrilled. “I did it cool.” As he is playing the game the dryer goes off, and he looks at me over his shoulder. “I’m done with the work does this mean I have to leave?” Funny thing is while we were doing this I had completely forgotten he was naked. We were just having fun. I look at the corner of the screen. Its nearly five o’clock. “I don’t want you to get into trouble. I know your dad gets home in a while. Will he be mad if your gone when he gets back?” He looks at me and his eyes get sad and I know the answer. “Then I think you better. I don’t want to be a reason for your dad to beat you.” He slides off of my lap and I can see he isn’t remotely cheerful anymore. Thinking about the uncertainly that lies ahead of him. I know the feeling all too well. Will I get beaten for something today or will it be a good night they leave me alone. I can see by his body there aren’t a lot of those. He doesn’t have lots of bruises. But, I can see the ages on them are all different. We go to the laundry room, and I get his clothes out. They are good, and dry. Better yet clean. He puts them on, and after he does he surprises me by hugging me around my belly. I say that like I’m fat. I’m not. I’m thin and rather fit. Its just where his arms went around me at. I hug him back the best I can. “Tomorrow is Saturday can I come over?” “Sure. I enjoyed having you here.” “I will tell my dad you have some work for me to do.” “Oh yes. I better pay you for it.” “You don’t have to. I liked being her today, and doing stuff for you.” “Its only right a worker earns his pay.” I say and take out my billfold and hand him two five dollar bills. He hugs me again and says to me. “Eric I like you.” “I like you too Tommy. Be careful not to make them mad. I used to try to stay in my room all the time. That way I couldn’t do anything to make them mad. Out of sight out of mind.” “But, I don’t have a TV or nothing in there.” “I used to read a lot. So it didn’t make noise, and they would forget about me.” “I don’t got no books.” “I don’t have any books.” “Yeah you do. I seen lots of them.” “No I meant you should say. I don’t have any. Not I don’t got no. If you want you can borrow, or just have a few of mine.” “Really? For keeps?” “Yes for keeps.” “Cool.” I walk with him back into the living room, and pick out two I think he will enjoy. One is Jules Verne. It’s written down for younger children not the original. So I know he can read it easily enough in a few days. Also another I just liked by Judy Blume. I always liked her as a child around his age. The stories were funny, and fun to read. He hugs me again. “Gosh thanks.” “Your welcome Tommy. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.” “Me too.” We walk out the front door, and he hops down the steps as happy boys do. I watch him walk to his house careful to stay on the sidewalk. I also notice he puts one five in one packet, and the other five in another. I know what that’s about too. He has to lie because they will take what they think he made. I will make sure to pay him in separate bills like that from now on. A worker should be able to keep his pay too. Well part of it anyway. The government needs it’s cut. Taxes are fine to me. I just pretend all mine go to help people not blow them up. I sit down on the porch, and see the spilled soda still on the table. I walk back in ,and get a wash cloth yo clean it up. I get myself a new coke as the one I had was empty. I go sit on the porch, and just watch as the world passes by.

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