My hand played around his hip until I felt his hand directing me to his soft
warm buttock. XXNX I breathed in deeply the fragrance
of his hair feeling the warmth of his back pressing on my chest and his firm
buttock on my stiffening cock. His
breathing was labored gasps of air. Ten-year-old Joey, my
neighbor’s kid, was seated in a chair to my right. But I was able
to resist encouraging such contact. My hands held his thighs steadying him. He did this often and it told me that
nothing had changed between us. This story is part of the Tom Cup Short Story Galley
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Loved by Joey
By Tom Cup
Short Story
“Please,” Joey whined. I drank the liquor of his mouth with abandon. I was relieved to
tears. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Suddenly he stiffened, shuttered, and
breathed a sigh of relief. “Come on,” he replied, “I want to sit on your lap. He moaned and kissed
me more passionately. His lips returned
to mine; and his mouth opened. He leaned his body against
my forehead as he rocked back and forward, using my hands for balance.
