A gay adult stories: History Repeats Inc. by Robby Sr ,
This is a gay story involving men and boys. Don’t read if you don’t like this kind of stuff! Read if you do!!
HISTORY REPEATS INC.BY ROBBY SR.
[u]DRAKE, ANDY, & JORDAN – TODAY[/u]
He couldn’t use his real name, so he called himself Drake. The name simply sounded sexy to him: like anyone named Drake was a natural born fuck machine. He kept his real name secret, of course, so neither Andy nor his son, Jordan, knew who he really was.
Andy clapped his son on the shoulder. “You’ll be okay, won’t ya, buddy?” he asked him.
“Sure, dad.” Jordan said, all smiles. “Drake is gonna let me take over his computer so I can play some games!” Jordan acted like he couldn’t wait for his dad to go to his business appointment.
“Hell, Andy,” Drake said. “I just hope he likes the games I got on there for him.”
Andy laughed it off. “Don’t worry about it, Drake. He’ll take on with any ole game you got.” Drake gave Jordan a little shove toward the office, where his computer was, just to let him know it was okay for him to go on in and get started. Jordan didn’t hesitate and ran into Drake’s office.
Drake and Andy made small talk about what they’d do when Andy returned from his appointment in a few hours, but, out of sight of Jordan, they were grinning at each other. Drake winked at Andy, and sent him out the door and on his way.
Andy went out to the car, slipped behind the wheel, and drove off. He turned left at the end of Drake’s long driveway, but instead of heading toward town, he took the next left. This road was small, rutted, rocky, and muddy in some places. Andy understood why Drake warned him to rent a 4 wheel drive.
He didn’t really have a business appointment. All he had was a few hours to kill, and only hoped he could keep his wits about him enough to stay away. Damn, he hoped Drake was everything he said he was, and wasn’t lying, and wouldn’t hurt Jordan. On the other hand, Drake did come highly recommended by several other guys. Andy sighed as he drove up to a tiny cabin. Inside, he quickly turned on the television and sat back without taking his eyes off the screen.
“Hey Jordan, want a soda, buddy?” Drake hollered out in the direction of his home office. He smiled when he had to ask twice but finally heard Jordan’s “Sure!” He grinned as he went into his kitchen. He knew Jordan had already booted up the computer. He had his computer programmed so that every time it was booted, a pop-up would automatically start, showing a slide show of porn. He could also tell by Jordan’s silence that he was interested in what he was seeing.
That Jordan was interested wasn’t the least bit surprising. After all, he was 13, and his hormones were exploding like fireworks in his body, making him typically horny as hell. Drake knew that any ole porn at all would make Jordan’s dick pop right up and get him in the mood.
The entire house was an electronics lover’s dream. Drake reached up to the small TV under the counter in his kitchen and turned it on. He turned the channel to 69. A nice number, but it wasn’t any regular TV show. The screen showed Jordan in the office, watching the computer. Jordan didn’t know there was a tiny web cam hidden in the shelves slightly behind, slightly above, and slightly to his left. He also didn’t know that there were web cams hidden in every room in the house. Drake could see not only what Jordan was doing, but also what he was seeing on the computer. Neither did Jordan know that his dad was sitting in the cabin, watching the same thing Drake saw from his kitchen.
Drake smiled as he watched the pop-up start the slide show he had prepared, showing picture after picture of naked women and naked men and naked women sucking naked men’s cocks. His smile widened as he watched Jordan’s right hand slide between his legs and play with his crotch. Jordan glanced behind him often, watching for Drake, so Drake made sure he made plenty of noise with the ice and glasses so Jordan would know he was still way out in the kitchen. Jordan acted like he wanted so bad to pull his dick out and jack off right then and there.
As Drake watched, the pictures kept scrolling, but started changing to two guys on one woman, and then Jordan’s hand went crazy in his crotch as the two guys started sucking on each other’s cocks. Drake was glad to see Jordan‘s hand speed up at the sight of the two guys. He figured it was time. He took the glasses of soda and headed for his office.
Just before he reached the door to his office, he jiggled the glasses, making the ice cubes tinkle against the glass, so Jordan would know that he was coming. He already knew it was too late, as Jordan had no way of closing down the pop ups. Sure enough, Jordan looked panicky as Drake walked in the door in time to see a couple of guys sucking dick on the screen. Jordan’s face was snow white: all the color drained from it, as he realized he was “caught.” It didn’t occur to Jordan to point out that it wasn’t his fault at all, but something he couldn’t help. All Jordan knew was that he was doing something he “shouldn’t” in spite of the fact that it was essentially forced on him.
Drake looked at the screen and laughed. He put the glasses down and clapped Jordan on his shoulder. “How do you like the show, buddy?” Drake laughed.
Jordan was guiltily quick to respond. “I’m sorry, Drake! Really, I am! Oh, my God, I didn’t mean to look at this stuff but it just popped up!” Jordan was pleading. “Please don’t tell my dad, Drake! Please! I didn’t mean it!”
Drake just laughed and leaned down and hugged Jordan from behind. “Hey, hey, don’t worry about it, J man!” Drake was laughing harder now. Jordan looked confused. “You know what, bud?” Drake continued. “I plum forgot I had this silly thing set up this way. Forgot to turn it off before you came, that’s all. It’s not your fault at all. I should be telling you that I’m the one who’s sorry.”
Jordan visibly relaxed. “Whew!” he said.
Drake stood up but kept one hand on Jordan’s shoulder. “But I tell ya what,” he said. “Now that you’ve seen it, what do you think of it?” he asked and snickered at the same time.
Jordan just shook his head. But he did smile. He looked like he was debating with himself about what to say. After several seconds he looked up at Drake standing behind him and smiled. “It was hot!” he said and then looked to Drake for approval, hoping he didn’t say the wrong thing.
Drake didn’t disappoint him. He looked down and ruffled Jordan’s hair. “I heartily agree with ya there, buddy!” he told Jordan. “I think it’s hot stuff too, or I wouldn’t have it on my computer in the first place.” He gave Jordan his soda.
Jordan took a sip and then looked again at Drake. “You aren’t gonna tell my dad on me then?”
“Oh, hell no, buddy!” Drake laughed. “Besides, like I said, I didn’t mean for it all to pop up in the first place, so I’m just as guilty as you anyway!” Now they both laughed.
“So, tell me,” Drake flashed a grin at Jordan. “What you saw – did it get you excited?”