Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2010 17:04:13 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'M AVAILABLE - 7

It was at Kevin's insistence that we shower together the next morning.  I
had just lectured him on the need to take responsibility.  The emphasis was
on punctuality.  I had an important client meeting that morning.  He on the
other hand had to learn to get to class with time to spare.  I might as
well have lectured the salad bowl.  Kevin was learning quickly what a patsy
I was and how to push me in his direction.  He knew how to wreck havoc on
what little self control I had.  One look at his cherubic face was enough
to rev up my engines.

I soaped up my hands and began to run them over his soft skin.  The
sensation I thought was enough to satisfy me for now.  Intimate sex could
wait until after work, after all, the client meeting was extremely
important. Kevin had decided damn with punctuality he wanted sex.  He
soaped the shaft of my organ thoroughly and then began to ejaculate me.

I looked down at him and frowned.  "Kevin you heard what I said
earlier. There isn't time for this.  We have to keep moving.  Save it for
later."

He responded by standing tall and wrapping his arms around my
chest. Looking up into my eyes with an expression that combined pure
innocence with impish lust he cried softly, "Suck me off.  Pleeeaaase!"

I lost it completely right on the spot.  I needed immediate release and I
was going to get it.

"I'm going to devour you!" I announced.

"Ooooh please do," he laughed.

I stepped out of the shower, turned off the water and bodily picked him up.
Like a groom carrying the bride into the house I carried him to the bedroom
and threw him on the mattress.  I crawled between his legs and took him in
to the root immediately.  I began to manhandle his member showing no mercy
with my lips.  Kevin began to thrash the mattress with his arms moaning
loudly.  Not satisfied, I doused my fingers of one hand with some cream I
had by the bed side.  I lifted him up by pressing his legs back.  Quickly
finding his pucker hole I pressed with my index finger and forced an entry.
Burying it to the hilt I wiggled it around massaging his prostate. His
voice raised to a crescendo as I added another finger into his chute.  My
mouth continued to attack his glans with abandon.  Within seconds he began
to flood my mouth with precious juice. I continued to wiggle my fingers and
massage the mushroomed head.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he kept repeating.  Finally he added, "Please
stop.  It's getting sore."

I sat back.  It was my turn to grin.  "See Kevin. You get me too worked up
with that beautiful sexy body of yours and that's what happens.  Are you
happy or upset?"

"I thought I couldn't feel any better than I did last night," he
responded. "But how you done it to me this morning.  That was the greatest!
Wow, I can't believe it! I feel totally.....totally....I can't think of the
word Max."

"Satisfied?" I suggested.

"Yeah that, but a lot more than that.  I loved it when you grabbed me like
that and threw me on the bed.  Can we do that again sometime?"

"What!" I exclaimed, "I figured you would be upset when I manhandled you
that way."

"No way.  It was great!"

"Maybe next time I should use handcuffs then," I remarked.

Kevin looked puzzled but then smiled, "Yeah if you used handcuffs you could
do anything you wanted to me right?"

"That's the general idea" I agreed.

"And you could put your cock anywhere you wanted to and I couldn't do
anything about it right?"

"Something like that," I confirmed.

His face lit up.  "Let's do it Max!"

I frowned and told him, "Kevin I didn't mean what I said. I was being
sarcastic.  You are too young for sex like that. Now let's get
going. Because of all the time we spent in the bedroom there isn't time for
breakfast."

He responded, "What we did was way better than breakfast any day!"

We both turned to our chores and prepared for the day in earnest.  I gave
him a few more dollars and grabbing his homework he pedaled out of sight.

With some relief I made the meeting on time.  I was first on the agenda. I
made my presentation, fielded the usual questions from the clients and then
sat back.  The engineers followed by the architectural artists took over.
I'd heard it all before and it wasn't long before my mind shut them out.
Of course my mind drifted to Kevin

I felt my time with Kevin was a once in a lifetime thing.  But how in hell
do I keep his mother at bay and my ass out of jail?  By the end of the
client meeting I believed I had the answer.

In the afternoon I returned to an old project that I needed to complete by
the end of the month. It was a small six store plaza.  At ten to five I
threw my pencil down and was out in a flash.

Kevin as was his habit, waiting for me as I entered the house.  I looked
forward all day to one of his naked hugs.  This time I told him to get
dressed as we were going out to supper.  Although he was washing his
clothes again he had amassed a small wardrobe from extra clothes he had
brought over. I took him to my favourite rib house.

Kevin was sharp enough to realize that this was a special occasion.  As we
ordered desert he asked what the occasion was.  I told him that if he chose
to live with me I'd be happy to have him.

"YES!" Kevin shouted almost at the top of his lungs.

He was so loud in fact that I looked about to see if the manager was about
to throw us out.  "Look, if it's going to happen we need your mother to
sign a guardianship document."  I went on to explain what a guardianship
document was along with its strengths and weaknesses.

Kevin began to shake his head from side to side. "It won't work.  She's a
drunk.  She won't sign it.  Besides I don't want you to meet my mom."

I emphasized, "But Kevin it is the only way. If you don't want me to try I
won't but it will mean that you can only see me once in a while.  Right now
it's getting too dangerous to have you here so often."

The tears began to well in his eyes once more.  "But you don't understand.
I know her.  She'll get real mad and tell you to fuck off."

"Don't worry about that.  If you really want to live with me I know how to
handle her. Trust me.  I'm pretty confident that we can walk out of there
with her signature."

Kevin stared at me. His body appeared to be shaking.  I felt terrible
putting such a heavy decision on him. Yet it had to be his decision.  I had
to allow him to make the choice.

"Okay," he finally said, "You can come over but I don't like it."

As we pulled into my driveway both of us knew there would be no sex that
night. We had been through too much.

As we stepped through the door Kevin turned and said, "Hold me please."

I held him tight and then brushing his hair back I looked into his eyes and
smiled, "Tomorrow is a brand new day and we have a fishing trip to take."

Kevin returned the smile and we walked in tandem to bed.