“Alone?” he said, cocking his head on one side. “Does your mother know you’re here alone.” His eyes ran over my nearly naked form. “And only wearing a pair of briefs, too?”

“Uh-huh.” I said. “Mom has to work, now that Daddy is gone.”

“Let me in.” he said, and I stepped back and let him walk past me, and he stopped on the other side. “Better close the door and lock it.” he advised.

I did so and he said. “When’s your mother coming home?”

“About six o’clock.” I said. “She usually brings us some burgers from McDonald’s or such for supper when she’s working.”

“She work many days, leaving you all alone?” He walked over and sat down on the couch, putting the box on the coffee table.

“Uh-huh.” I said. “She said she’s got to earn money any way she can.” I said. I was talking too much, but I had been left alone for a lot of days now, it was mid-summer. “It won’t be so bad when school starts again next month.”

“So what hours does she work?” He asked.

“Every day until six o’clock.” I said.

“Monday through Friday?”

“Uh-huh.” I said. “And Saturdays, too.” I said.

“And she leaves you here all alone all that time?”

“Yes, sir.”

“A pretty little boy like you?”

“Huh?”

“You know you’re pretty, don’t you?”

“I’m not pretty, I’m a boy.” I said.

“You’re a very handsome boy.” he agreed. “What’s your name, anyhow?”

That was better. “Thank you.” I said. “My name is James.”

“Mine is Brooks.” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Brooks.” I said.

“Why don’t you get over here and sit down next to me.” He put a large, hairy arm out over the couch. “I can stay with you a while, this was my last stop before taking lunch, anyhow.”

I climbed in, eagerly. This man was being nice to me, and I was lonesome. Cartoons can’t take the place of a person.

I sat up next to him and his arm came down over my shoulders, and it felt really good. I grinned up at him, and he grinned down at me.

And his other hand came over and landed on my leg. I was only wearing a pair of shorts, it was hot in the apartment because we didn’t have air conditioning.

The hand gripped my leg. “Nice and smooth.” He said to me. “Really a very nice-looking boy.”

“Thank you.” I said again.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked me.

“Uh...okay.” I said.

“Get up in my lap and kiss me, then.” he said.

I did, and he wrapped both his arms around me then, and I lifted up my face and his lips met mine. I figured on a regular kiss, but his mouth got over mine and I felt his tongue sticking itself in between my lips. Long, hard, athletic, the tongue pushed its way into my mouth easily.

“Mph, muh, muhph!” I struggled, but his arms held me too tightly. Feeling them around me, so strong, holding me completely still, I just gave up and his tongue stuck itself all over my mouth.

He let go and said, “Mh, the taste of a boy. All nice and sweet. You been eating candy, haven’t you?”

“Let me go!” I protested.

“Not just yet.” He said. “You and me are going to play a little game. You like games, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” I said. “But...”

“This is a very special game.” He said. “You’ll like it.”

His hand came up and got hold of my shorts. They were easy for him to strip off of me, and I was naked, and then he pulled me back into his lap.

“That’s my boy.” he said. “Nice, soft little boy for me to play with. All alone here, just you and me.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked him.

His hand caught hold of my dick and I felt his rough fingers. “Anybody ever play with your dick before, James?”

“Uh-uh.” I said.

“Do you ever play with your own dick?”

“A little.” I admitted. “I don’t think you’re supposed to play with it, though. Mommy caught me doing it one time and said I was being nasty.”

“Well, James, you and me are going to get nasty, what do you think of that?”

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