The Ex-cons

Chapter 3

I awoke just before noon with Andy at my side. His head was propped up on his hand and elbow, and he was looking into my eyes the instant they opened. With a serious look on his face, he said, “I love you, but I’m scared.”

“Scared?” I asked, “Scared of what?”

“I’m scared because you haven’t fucked me yet. I feel like I need to show you that I can bring you so much pleasure that you’ll never want to be without me. And if I fail, you can spank me until I do it just the way you want.”

I couldn’t help smiling as I repeated, “Remember, I told you that spanking just isn’t who I am. I think you’re old enough to learn everything you need to know without any spanking, even though I think your cute little fanny is quite spankable”

“Then spank it if you think I need it.”

“No Andy, I’d much rather love it, or kiss it, or fuck it, or even bite it, but I really don’t want to spank it.”

Andy leaned into my chest and kissed my left nipple. Then he sucked it fully into his mouth and worked it over with his tongue before letting it go so he could say, “I only tell you that you could spank me because I never want to disappoint you or fail to show you how much I love you. You may not realize this, but I feel like you’ve given me my life back, and so even though I know I’m not perfect, I feel you deserve perfect.”

I smiled while taking in his boyish good looks, before saying, “Well you may not realize this, but to me you are perfect. In fact, to me, everything about you is perfect.”

Then with a single tear trickling down his face, he said, “Thanks for loving me and giving me this chance, Wyatt. I feel like my grandparents gave up on me a long time ago. The only thing I can say, is that I promise to always do my best to please you. And if I fail, I need for you to let me know so I can learn how not to disappoint you again. I mean it, Wyatt. I never want to fail at loving you, so I need to know that you’ll spank me if I do. I don’t just want that, Wyatt, but I need it.”

I looked in his eyes, and said, “Do you know what you could do for me right now?”

Andy’s face lite up and his eyes sparkled, as he asked, “No, what?”

“You could turn around and let me fuck your cute little fanny this very second.”

Instead of answering, Andy flipped over and thrust his buttocks into my pubis while saying, “Fuck me Wyatt. Fuck me as hard and deep as you want. Fuck me until you have the best orgasm ever.”

I slipped my hand over his waste and took a hold of his cock. It wasn’t erect but it felt wonderful in my hand as I massaged it and the soft fluid textures of his testis. But instead of forcing my cock into his rectum, I asked him to reach over to my night stand and get the tube of Vaseline for me. He minded like a child, and only after I had thoroughly lubricated my cock did I slowly ease it through his anus and into his rectum as I held his back against my chest. I felt him rock his hips, which seemed to force his anus more firmly down on my cock as if to insure that he had the full length of my cock within him. I didn’t move my cock, but just absorbed the feel of Andy’s anal/rectal contractions as my penis simply occupied his rectum. Then I pulled his back even tighter to my chest while whispering in his ear, “I’m going to give you a sperm enema, Baby. I hope you like it because I feel like it proves my love for you better than anything else I could give you.” And then I began to slowly thrust my hips, causing very little movement of my penis within the sexual grip of Andy’s rectum before I felt my prostate suddenly begin to pump several bursts of sperm into Andy’s clutching inner sanctum. Only when my climax subsided, and my cum had added to the lubrication in his rectum did I begin to slowly stroke the full length of my erect penis in and out of Andy’s sexy Behind.

I never vigorously fucked Andy that morning, but by his erotic rectal contractions I knew that he came after only a few strokes of the full length of my cock. Neither of us moved after that. Instead we simply maintained our loving hold on each other until my shrinking penis was finally ejected by the natural contractions of Andy’s anus and rectum. Still I laid while holding Andy’s body to mine for several minutes, just soaking in the wonders of such a beautiful boy.

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Instead of cooking breakfast, we drove into Tehachapi to the town’s only waffle house. Andy ate enough for three people while talking with great animation. I loved listening to him, soaking in the joy that he was experiencing while feeling loved for the first time. But finally I had to ask him why he was so hungry, and he surprised me by saying, “It’s not that I’m hungry. I’m just eating a lot because I want an excuse for you to give me another enema.”

I looked around to make sure no one had heard Andy’s words before I leaned across the table to quietly ask, “Do you want an enema?”

He smiled, and without hesitation, said, “Yes, every day if you’re the one giving it to me.”

“Then I’ll give you one every day,” I whispered, “And you don’t have to eat yourself sick to make it happen.” Then I leaned in even closer so I could add, “I want you to know that I’ll gladly give your sweet little boy fanny an enema every day and every night, if that’s what you want.”

Andy eyes focused on mine, as he said, “Thanks, Wyatt. That is what I want. That’s when I know that you really love me.” And then he said in an equally quiet voice, “I’ve noticed that when you are really loving on me, you call me Baby, or sometimes Boy”.

“Yea,” I said, “I hope you don’t think I’m putting you down. It’s just my way of letting you know how much I love you.”

“No Wyatt, I love it. And so I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind me calling you Daddy when I feel love for you. I know you really aren’t old enough to be my father. That’s not what I’m saying. It’s just another way for me to let you know how much you mean to me, and how much I love you.”

I looked at Andy without speaking for few seconds before finally saying, “If that’s how you feel, then I think I’d love it.” And then I sat back in the booth’s bench seat and just looked across the table to take in Andy’s smile, his cuteness, his sexiness, and the joy that he was. His eyes sparkled over his inviting smile as I said, “I want you to know that I cherish every second I spend with you, so if you want to call me Daddy, I want you to know that I’ll love that too.”

Andy seemed thoughtful for a second, before saying, “You won’t admit that I’m hard to love, but I know I am. And I know that only you could love me the way I need to be loved. It’s just that I need to know that I deserve your love, and that you can’t do without me, because I know I can’t do without you.”

I smiled, and said, “I can assure you that you are anything but hard to love. Come on, let’s get out of here. I want to take you home so I could give you a nice warm enema before all of those pancakes make you fat.”

I gave Andy an enema as soon as we got back to our apartment with the fountain syringe that I’d purchased the day before. And while he held the solution within him, I sucked his penis until I felt his powerful ejaculations fill my mouth with cum. That turned out to be a wonderful experience, ending when I got to watch Andy run from our bed to the bathroom with his tightly clutched butt cheeks, trying with all of his might not to leak before he got to the toilet.

While Andy was expelling I realized that I was learning who Andy really was, how he needed to be loved, and how he needed to love me. I had come to realize that I not only loved everything I had learned about Andy, but also everything I was learning about myself.

I fixed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, and while eating them, Andy told me that he didn’t want to be a burden to me, and so he wanted to get a job so he could earn money of his own. I asked him what he wanted to do, and he didn’t know, but he felt he should be able to get a pretty good job as he had earned his GED while he had been locked up. I was afraid he would be disappointed as to the job opportunities his prison GED would afford him in the small conservative town of Tehachapi, so I said, “I don’t know. If you got a job in this town, it would most likely be a day job. And because I have a night job, we’d hardly ever see each other.”

Andy thought for a second, and then said, “Then I’ll get a night job.”

I looked in his eyes. I really wanted to fuck him again, but instead I said, “But this little town closes up at night, so I doubt there are many night jobs to be had. Why don’t you just relax for a few days and let me think about this.”

What actually worried me, was the fact that Andy was an ex-con, and so as hard as jobs were to find, especially in a town like Tehachapi, they would be even harder for him, and I didn’t want to set him up for rejection because of the mistakes he had made earlier in his life.

On that following Monday I took Andy out for a ride, just to give him a sense of freedom in the wide open space of the Tehachapi Mountains. But to my surprise, that kind of freedom wasn’t important to Andy. In fact, all he wanted to do was get back to our apartment so we could have sex. So instead of freedom, we talked about sex, the sex we had already experienced, and the sex we wanted to experience. We talked about Andy’s life before prison, and what he wanted in his future life. In fact, we talked more on that trip about meaningful matters than ever before.

So it was while we were out in the desert that I learned that Andy thought I was all powerful in the world. That because of the power and authority I had in the prison, I could do or accomplish anything I wanted on the outside as well. I also learned that Andy held those thoughts about me, while at the same time thinking he had the power of a child. And because of that, he saw sex as the only equalizer in our relationship. I learned, that to Andy, sex represented the only real value he had to me. That he felt that when he was bringing me to orgasm was the only time he felt worthy of my love, and that was why he was so driven to keep me sexually satisfy every minute we were together.

The thing is, I valued everything about Andy, even the parts of him and his personality that others might consider foibles. The fact that he and his ADHD personality could sexually satisfy me better than anyone I could ever imagine was only icing on the cake that was the Andy I loved. So it was while we were out on that little adventure that I learned that I couldn’t just tell Andy how I felt about him, but that I had to find ways to demonstrate to him, that to me he was perfect in every way.

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The Sunday before my two week vacation was up, Andy wanted to go into town to buy a pair of sun glasses. We looked everywhere but didn’t find what he was looking for. So I suggested that we return home and shop on line. I didn’t plan this, but it was while we were both sitting at my computer that I got the idea that Andy could go into an on-line sales business. That he could sell sunglasses, both fashion and costume, and that he could market them from his own web site, or perhaps from a Face Book page, or on E-Bay, and maybe even through Amazon. We both figured that with very little seed money Andy could buy in bulk from Chinese suppliers, and sell in high volume at low prices to customers all across the United States via the world wide internet. Andy liked the idea and was very excited to pursue it, mainly because he would be able to control his hours, and so could be available for sex any time I was home. I have to admit that I also liked that idea for the very same reasons. After all, by that time I was addicted to fucking Andy’s sweet little behind, as well as being fucked by him, a new and different experience for me, but an experience I soon learned I loved.

Being unmarried and having no dependents, I had been able to save a lot of money, and so was able to get Andy set up with a business web page, as well as a web presence in all of the previously mentioned on-line venues. He had always thought of himself as being dumb, or at the very least, a slow learner. But he was quick to pick up and understand all of the intuitive display, inventory, shipping, and database software needed to run his on-line business. And he also seemed quite talented at choosing the stock and inventory that would sell quickly. His first order from China didn’t arrive for two weeks, but when it did, and once his on-line presence was established, his offerings seemed to be in high demand.

Neither of us could believe how incredibly successful Andy’s little business was from the moment he set it in motion. With the software we purchased, everything about his business was automatic, logical, intuitive, and easy for his hyperactive personality to understand and operate. So from the very beginning Andy was incredibly happy with the success of his business, mainly because he was still able to fuck me silly while making enough money to pay back the money I had invested to get his business up and running.

I was happy with his business because Andy gained a lot of confidence from its success as he actually managed its entire operation all on his own. Yet when it came to his relationship with me, he continued to act like a little boy who often wanted, if not needed, to be given frequent enemas while under my control, or simply to be loved like a little boy.

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Things continued to go so well for us that 18 months later I made a down payment on a home for us. It was a small 3 bedroom manufactured home that had been set on a foundation on a 4 acre lot well out of town. It may not have been much, but it was ours, and Andy loved it. John Boykin, who had become a real friend by that point, helped us move in. Everything went well on our moving day until I sent Andy, who had just gotten his first driver’s license, into town to buy us lunch while John and I continued to move our furniture from a rented trailer, into our new home.

Andy’s trip into town should have been a non-event. But while coming out of Tehachapi’s McDonalds, Andy got mugged and robbed by a group of teenagers, one of whom had held a gun to his head the whole time. Even though the Mc Donald’s manager replaced our stolen lunch, Andy’s wallet, money, and driver’s license were gone, and so was the confidence and security he had been building. Fortunately, the entire event had been captured on security cameras, so the perpetrators were soon caught and prosecuted. Yet Andy’s confidence did not return.

With all Andy had been through in prison, you might think he would have been hardened to such encounters. But nothing could have been further from the truth. He remained crushed and defeated, and didn’t want to leave the security of our home unless I was accompanying him. He continued to work and grow his on-line business, but he spent most of his down time in our bedroom, and even in our bed when I wasn’t home.

What worried me the most, was the fact that Andy seemed to lose interest in everything but his business, including sex. I kept hoping he would get over his depression with time, but it continued for 3 months before he came to me and told me that he needed to talk. He was so serious about needing to talk that I worried as to what he might want to talk about. But as soon as we had settled in our living room, he totally surprised me by telling me that he would do anything for me if I would only agree to adopt him.

Because I was only six years older than him, I was immediately taken back by such a request. I think he must have sensed that, because he went on to say, “I know it sounds crazy, Wyatt. But you knew I was kind of crazy the instant you first saw me. The thing is, I given this a lot of thought, and that’s what I need. I need to know that we’re more than just friends.”

I looked in his eyes, and said, “But with all of these new laws, we could get married and be husband and husband. Wouldn’t that be better?”

While looking directly into my eyes, he said, “That could be for some people, but I need for you to be my father. It won’t change the way I love you, nor the way we have sex. In fact, I promise to fuck you, and let you fuck me every day for the rest of our lives if you’ll only say that you’ll do this for me.”

When I didn’t immediately respond, he went on to say, “Please Wyatt, I’ve looked into adult adoptions on the internet and it’s totally legal. All that’s required, is that you are at least 21, and I’m at least 18, and that we both want to do it. At least give it some thought, because I really want and need this.”

I took Andy in a hug, and said, “I don’t have to think about it. If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do.”

Andy immediately began to openly cry while thanking me over and over. The only change in his demeanor was the fact that he thanked me while addressing me as “Daddy”. And then for the first time in weeks, he said, “I need an enema, Daddy, and I need for it to be real big. One that will make my dick so hard that I’ll be able to fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked before.”

Andy had made his needs clear, so I gave him an enema while he laid across my knees like a child. And because he was so cute and sexy as his colon filled, that instead of letting him up when the bag emptied, I held him across my lap and reinserted my left index finger deep in his distended rectum. I couldn’t stop working my hand between his humpy butt cheeks as I knew its movements were sexually exciting his tightly clutched buns, anus, and rectum, teasing them into a sexual frenzy as I fingered his prostate until his entire rectal passage erupted in major orgasmic contractions. And only after his orgasm had settled down did I let him up to empty his bowel. I cleaned and put away our enema while Andy expelled, and then we went to our bed and fucked and sucked each other until I had to go back on shift.

The next day I went to bed as soon as I got home from work. Andy had stayed up all night as he was still synchronizing his sleep pattern to coordinate with mine. We slept until 2:30 that afternoon. I awoke with Andy’s naked rump spooned into my pubis. My penis was already erect, and poised at his anus, so I put my hand on his hairless butt cheeks and massaged them for a few seconds before I rested my arm on his hip and let my hand fall to his penis. It was totally flaccid, yet I could feel it awakening as I softly massaged it and his balls. That woke Andy, causing him to turn to face me. I smiled at him, and then told him that I truly understood his needs as they were also my needs. Instead of speaking, he simply smiled as I told him that I would contact an attorney that day so we could begin the process and paper work for a California adult adoption. Andy grabbed me in a hug. He didn’t cry, but I felt his tears on my face as he passionately kissed me. And then he slipped under the covers so he could take my cock in his mouth and suck me to orgasm while thanking me over and over for loving him the way he needed to be loved.

Andy returned to his old self after I had assured him that he was soon to become my legally adopted son, and by that, I mean his old sexual self. Sex once again became a two, and sometimes three times a day event for us that regularly included my giving Andy enemas. Six months later, Andy’s adoption was finalized, and he became my legally adopted son. It was a wonderful day that we celebrated at the Tehachapi House, the best restaurant in town, and then later in our bed with an enema for Andy and great sex for me.