Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 04:50:05 EDT
From: Kevroc54321@aol.com
Subject: Laborer of Love, #4

LABORER OF LOVE
Part Four

WARNING: This story may contain intimate acts between an adult male and a
minor male.  This is a fictional story.  Nonetheless, if this type of story
does not suit you or if it is illegal in your area, LEAVE this site now and
do not read this story.  Otherwise, read on...........


Timmy lay awake thinking.  It had been several days since he and Rick had
talked much, mostly due to Rick being up early before Timmy even got up for
breakfast.  Usually they saw each other at dinner, and had cordial
conversation there due to Timmy's mom being present, but nothing too
detailed, and certainly nothing intimate.

Timmy missed the intimate part.  He hadn't had a lot of sex in his short
life, and most of his "encounters" had been with Rick, and so he missed the
closeness, the warmth, the trust, and of course the intense personal
feelings that came with being close to his newfound good friend.

His mind wandered to the magazine he had seen of Rick, and the many
pictures showing many things that Timmy hadn't known people or men or
whatever did, could do, or would do.  He thought of the chapter where men
were doing things to the boys, and the boys of course had smiles and looked
like they were enjoying themselves.  But the chapter that caught his
interest, the one that he knew that he and Rick had not discussed or
d-o-n-e, was the things that the boys were doing to the men.  AND the men
seemed to be enjoying themselves as well as the boys had.

Strange thing, this "boylove" subject.  Timmy hadn't realized that it went
two ways....  that boylove would affect him and he would love back as much
as he was loved.  Funny.  He smiled.  It was kinda like he was discovering
that life had it little lessons, and that this must be one of them.  He
also dwelled on the fact of the age difference, as well as the same sex
thing.  Man! there were a lot of facts and ideas swirling around in his
head!  He tried to look at all the ideas and come to some sort of
conclusion, but the night was late and the facts were many.  He vaguely
remembered figuring out that probably age didn't matter, only what was in
one's heart.  And that probably went for the guy-to-guy stuff.  He smiled
again, and drifted off to sleep, his boyhood pounding and swollen from the
intense thoughts of the evening.....  Oh the dreams that Timmy had!

Timmy awoke to a slight damp pair of shorts, and he quizzically changed
them, wondering what happened and why he didn't awaken or notice.  He
showered absent-mindedly and pulled on his clothes, and lumbered down to
breakfast.

"Morning, Timmy," Rick cheerily called as Timmy strode into the kitchen.

"Morning, sleepy boy," his mom smiled.

"Hi everyone," Timmy answered to the best of his ability.

All laughed, including Timmy.

Amy asked, "So, Rick, what's on your agenda today?  The fence looks great,
I drove the perimeter and you did a fantastic job."

"Barn roof," Rick lamented.  "It's leaky, old, heavily angled, and big."

This time it was everyone's turn to get a good laugh off of Rick.

He chuckled.

"Oh!  Can I help?  It would give us a good chance to chit-chat a bit.  You
and I haven't "chewed the fat" in a long time, Rick!  Whaddya say?!"  Timmy
pitched.

"The roof is very steeply angled, I don't know.  As long as you weren't
moving around, it'd probably be ok.  I have to use shoes that grip well and
are made for being on roofs.  Special shoes.  But, your mom is the final
say-so on this one.  Amy?"  Rick asked.

"I don't know.  I guess you two guys know how to best judge the situation.
Rick, I don't want him breaking his head or leg on a 20' drop, and Timmy,
you don't have wings.  So you guys decide what is safe and do what is
best," Amy replied.

"Cool!" Timmy exclaimed, and winked at Rick.

Rick rolled his eyes, pretending not to see the wink.

"Ok.  I have to get to the diner early today, so Timmy you pick up the
dishes and put them in the sink before you go to school.  Rick, I won't see
you until about 6pm, for dinner.  It's all ready to go, I just have to pop
it in the oven and heat it up," Amy said.

"Alright!  What's for dinner, mom?" Timmy a bit too excitedly asked.

"Tuna cassarole," Amy chimed back, just as excited.

Once again, all laughed.

Amy headed out, and Rick picked up and began to get rolling for his day's
work.

"Rick, thanks, I need to talk to you and we haven't seen too much of each
other lately."

Rick smiled.  Timmy was getting more handsome and sparkly as each day went
by.  "Ok, sport.  See ya after school."  He ruffled Timmy's hair, which
dutifully fell right back into place.

Timmy surged forward and gave Rick a hug that seemed to last about 2 1/2
decades, which was OK with Rick.

"Rick, you're the best."

"No, Timmy, you are."

"YOU are."

"No, YOU are."

They both laughed and headed out of the house in separate directions.

Neither of them was able to effectively get the other guy off their mind
for at least half of the day.

Both smiled many times across the next few hours, remembering some
mannerism or witty saying the other had said to them.

Timmy found himself being asked to pay attention in class.

Rick found himself almost tripping and taking an unscheduled flight off the
edge of the barn.

Timmy found his way home and up onto the roof of the barn within about 37
seconds after school being out, which was OK with Rick.  He really missed
this boy.  A lot.

They chit-chatted a bit about school, the barn, meals, and most banal stuff
until Timmy finally got around to talking to Rick for real.

"Rick, we are engaged in boylove," Timmy stated.

Rick smiled and stopped what he was doing.

"Well, for sure, Timmy, I am.  You are very easy to like, and love."

"But, I was thinking Rick.  Boylove goes both ways.  You can love me, but
of course I can love you back."

"Yeah...." Rick prompted.

"Well, it isn't j-u-s-t the sex thing.  Well, it is and it isn't.  I mean,
sex is GREAT and all, but it wouldn't be, I don't think, if it wasn't with
you."

Rick pondered this last statement.

"Timmy-boy, I understand.  But hear this also.  You will love more than
just me across your life.  The things you see in me you like, you will find
those things in others across your life, and love those things in others
too.  And you will find more things to love about those other people.
Maybe it will be just one guy, or girl.  You know, whatever."

"I know, it doesn't matter WHO it is.  I have that sorta figured out
already.  And I also figured out it doesn't even matter so much how old
they are.  It is a matter of, well as near as I have it figured out,
heart."

"That's pretty well done, Timmy," Rick praised, smiling widely as he
admired his boylove dream.

"Well, I had a pretty good teacher," Timmy replied coyly.

Once again, they both cracked up.

"Hey Rick, I have an idea," Timmy offered.

"Does it involved a absence of clothes?" Rick kidded.

Timmy laughed loud and hard, "Of course!"

Rick waited.

"How about you show me how to help you so you get all your work done for
the day e-a-r-l-y, and then we can have some time together and we can take
a shower," Timmy offered.

Rick laughed.

"Well, what about your homework?  That's gotta come first.  Do you have any
homework?"

"Yeah, just a bit.  I'll zip down and get it done and be right back up.
Work fast, Rick," and with that Timmy was wooooossssssh.....  gone!

Rick shook his head, and smiled.

The warm shower water ran off both their backs, as they clinched
semi-tightly in a hug that both wished would last forever.  Both kissed the
other plentiful times.  Eventually they both got soaped up, clean, and out
of the shower.  It wasn't even a "sexual" thing, they just lovingly
scrubbed each other, hugged, and got out.

Rick was drying the last of the water off Timmy's back, when Timmy suddenly
turned around and confronted Rick.

"Rick, can we do it?  Deep?  All the way?"  Timmy asked so seriously.

Rick was left with his own sputtering instead of an intelligible answer,
and his penis springing to attention at once.

"Timmy, why do you ask?"

"I don't know.  Well, yes, I do.  I want it both ways, Rick.  I want to
feel you, only you, deep inside me when you let loose.  And I want to give
that feeling back for you, too.  If you like me as much as I think you do,
you probably wanna feel me all the way inside you when I cut loose and cum
as hard as I'm gonna when I'm inside you."

Rick looked at Timmy for a moment, trying to think which of the 75 things
in his head to speak about.  Timmy had at least scratched on how it felt to
be really in love, and Rick admired the boy's insight and raw truthfulness.

"Timmy, it's a pretty complicated thing you ask for.  But it also seems you
understand what you're asking for.  I admire your ability to speak about it
so well."

Timmy blushed a bit, and smiled.

Rick hugged Timmy closely and long.  Both of their manhoods were pressing
needfully against the other.

"Well, to be sure, we don't have time for this now, Timmy, as much as I
would love to.  We'll have to figure out another time to finish talking
about it, and doing whatever comes after."

Timmy stepped away from Rick, holding one of Rick's hands as he spoke.

"Rick, you know we're pretty much done talking about this one."

Rick couldn't speak, or think of anything to say.  Timmy was right.

"I'll come to you tonight, after mom is asleep.  She's worked so hard the
whole day, she'll be pooped and in bed by 9 o'clock, dead to the world."

Timmy bent down and kissed Rick between his naval and his pubic hair,
making Rick's penis bob from the sheer closeness of the boy.

Timmy sped up to his room to get dressed, and Rick put on his clothes.
Phew......this boy was about 13 going on 35!

The tuna cassarole dinner was a complete success, with Timmy and Rick doing
dishes immediately afterwards.  Amy retired to the living room for T.V.,
and all sat and watched a couple of their favorite soaps.  Amy was getting
heavy-eyed, and announced she would be going to bed, and for Timmy to head
out pretty soon to get some rest for school

"Ok, mom, I'm pretty tired now.  I guess I'll go up and read a little bit
and then go to bed.  Night, Rick.  Night, mom."  Timmy hugged both and left
for his room.

Amy mumbled her congratulations on how far Rick had gotten on the barn
roof, and ambled off to her room.  Adult-sized snoring was soon heard
amidst the household.  Rick trotted off to his room, arranging his clothes
for the next day.  He climbed in bed, placing perhaps any needed items by
his bed on the nightstand.  He had his hands behind his head and was
staring at the ceiling in the dark when a very light knock came at his
door, and Timmy slipped in with a book.  He locked the door behind him and
set the book on a chair by the bed.  Air cover.  Timmy was a genius.

Timmy dove into bed, and Rick opened the covers for the air attack.  Timmy
landed next to Rick in an instant hug.  Both fondled each other tenderly,
amply, kissing as they went.

"Rick, if it's Ok, I wanna do it first.  I mean, I wanna be the one to go
in first, if that's Ok with you..." Timmy suggested.

"Sure, babe, fine with me.  Do you want me to sorta get the ball rolling
for you first?"

"Yeah, ok, that would be great!" Timmy whispered.

Rick slid down underneath the covers, kissing Timmy's nipples, stomach, and
thighs.  Timmy bucked up, pushing his tense member skyward.  Rick slowly
engulfed the boy's erect penis, sliding up and down, pausing at the tip to
lick, fondle with his tongue, and suck.  Timmy began to groan.  Rick
flipped over, and let Timmy crawl up on his back, his hard boyhood nestling
in Rick's buttcrack.

Rick lubed up Timmy's dick, and his own butt, and lay back down face down.

Timmy crawled up on, and slid in easily.

Rick nearly spermed his sheets and groaned accordingly.

"Like it?" Timmy teased slightly.

Rick tense his sphincter muscle around Timmy's boy-cock, milking it and
stroking it.

"How's that?" Rick replied chuckling.

"OOOOHHHHHHhhhhhhh.  Rick.  Keep doing that while I pump.  Please."

Rick followed directions, and Timmy began pounding Rick's backdoor harder
and faster.  Timmy's balls were banging against Rick's buttocks.

"Rick!  Uh....... OH!  Oh Oh Oh OOOOOHHHHHHH!"

"Timmy, jam it in all the way, tense up and push in d-e-e-p."

Rick could feel Timmy's cock pulse as his boysperm raced thru it's length,
squirt after squirt after squirt.

Timmy's tense body melted into Rick's, and Timmy's breathing slowed up a
bit.

"Holy cow, Rick.  That was intense."

"Yup, from this side too, Timmy.  You did real well.  V-e-r-y enjoyable
from my side, too."

"Ok, Rick.  Now the other way.  But I want you to do it with me facing you
so I can see you when you cum, Ok?"

Rick laughed quietly, "Ok, babe.  No problem.  Sure you're up to it?"

Timmy placed his legs on Rick's shoulders, and Rick ensured Timmy's butt
and his own dick were slick enough for the task at hand.

"Make you a 25 cent bet.  Bet you cum without you or me touching your
dick."

"Now THAT'S a bet I'd be willing to lose!  You're on!  Uh, no pun
intended," Timmy giggled.

Rick giggled, and pressed his first, second, and then third finger into
Timmy's butt.  He worked around well, Timmy groaning lightly.

Rick pressed in, and Timmy grimaced a little, but it was over in a few
seconds.  Rick was in, and Timmy was relaxing, smiling, and releasing
tension.

Rick slid in slowly, letting Timmy get used to the increase of pressure due
to his being in there.  Timmy's grimaces lessened, and he smiled.

"Man that feels GOOD, Rick!  OK, go in and out slowly.  I think I can
handle that."

Rick slid and in and out, in and out, and Timmy closed his eyes.

Rick pressed in at the right angle and hit Timmy's inside love area.

Timmy's eyes popped open!

"Woah!"

Rick put his fingers to his lips, "Ssshhh....." and began to rhythmically
pick up speed.

Timmy began bucking, forcing his butt down onto Rick's manhood, wanting
more and more of the ever-increasing sensation that was building inside
him.

Rick hit Timmy's spot each time, and Timmy's cock stiffened, signaling
impending ejaculation.  Rick was close.  He pumped faster, and Timmy put
his own hand over his mouth to muffle his groan which almost escaped.  Sure
enough, Timmy cut loose with his second load of sperm, decorating his belly
with his boy milk.  His anus contracted, and made Rick cum deep inside
Timmy.  Timmy could feel the sperm shoot its way down the shaft and into
him, as he himself came.

"Guess I owe you a quarter," and Timmy laughed.

Rick bent over and licked up Timmy's sperm.

Timmy's eyes stayed closed, and he relished each tongue lick, until he was
clean.

Rick was about to speak to Timmy, but Timmy's breathing signaled he was
nearly asleep.

Rick put Timmy's p.j.'s back on, balanced the book on Timmy's stomach, and
took Timmy up to his own bed.  He tucked Timmy in, and placed the book on
his stomach, as though he had fallen asleep while reading.  It would be a
fun joke if it worked.  But Rick knew Timmy would never forget this night,
nor mistake it for a dream.

Neither would Rick.

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