Date: Fri, 11 Jun 1999 17:39:26 EDT From: DAG1064@aol.com Subject: Eveningtime Eveningtime by David (DAG1064@aol.com) It's evening now, nearly six o'clock. I sit in my favorite recliner and think back over the day. it had been quite a day for both of us. Almost non stop sex. We had finally done the last room in the house. Well, almost. The bathroom was the only one left. The last place had been the hall closet. Sex in the dark in a hall closet is definitely the most interesting spot. You can't see, but you can hear, feel, and touch. The orgasms there were definitely exciting. We relaxed on the pillows after that bit of fun, and Tyler indicated that he would make dinner for us tonight. Peg, his Mother, had taught him the fine art of cooking. He does very well at it. Tyler is a natural at most things, but there were some things that I really had to teach him. He had learned those lessons well. I listened to him working in the kitchen while I read the paper. I've marked some places as possible living space, having decided earlier in the day to find a bigger place for me, him, and his mom. Those two were worth it. Ever since I had introduced her to my main boss and he hired her to be his secretary, their lives had gotten better. She could drop he second job, which she did, and be able to spend more time with Tyler. I picked up the phone and called on four places. The third place I liked best. it overlooked the ocean, the garage took up the ground floor while the house proper was the second floor with a wrap around balcony. Perfect. I arrange a time to see it. Tyler calls me for dinner. I turn to see Tyler wearing a black bow tie, the pair of shirt cuffs around his wrists, and a black string bikini with a tiny tux pattern covering his penis. He smiles at my reaction. I wondered how he talked his Mother into getting those for him, especially the bikini. I find out later that one of my coworkers had gotten an adult catalog and had tossed it into the garbage, so Tyler had appropriated it and somehow ordered the items and other things from it. I am going to have to talk to him about those things later. He leads me into the kitchen and sits me down at the table. The smells in the room are appealing, the steak, the vegetables, the salad, and the scent of cum from the sex we had in here two hours ago, Tyler on his back on the table while I blew his cock and ate his ass out. He serves the dinner, and pours me a glass of wine. Since this is a special occasion, I allow him a half glass, no more. Tyler knows how I feel about him drinking, so he's promised me not to start until he's old enough. Special occasions are rare, being his birthday, mine, and his Mom's are the ones declared to be special occasions. I slip a little tonight, declaring a special occasion. We toast, and eat dinner together. He cooks well, too. I enjoy every bit of it. After dinner, he follows me into the livingroom and watches me light the fire in the fireplace. He has taken the bow tie and the cuffs off, but not the bikini. It's the first time he's really worn it other than trying it on when he got it, and he's proud of it. I think it looks sexy on him. I wonder what things he has, so he tells me. Just a rubber cock, he says. Okay. He admits to liking it, and I decide to get an adult catalog and see what other toys he wants to try. I lecture him on not sharing the toys unless he uses condoms with them. He agrees, once he understands why. He goes and turns on the stereo, choosing a romance station. He gets on my lap, and I hug him close to me. We kiss and touch for a bit, then he gets up and disappears for a moment, then comes back. He had found one of my see through silk scarves, a large enough one to wrap around him. It is a soft blue by color, it looks nice around him. I get hard watching his dance slow and erotically for me. He rubs it against his body, slowly peeling it away from him, exposing more of his bare skin. His tux bikini is bulging some. I know he is hard inside of it. He twirls the scarf around him once more, and I stand up. I hold out my hand, and he takes it with his own. I draw him close to me, and we begin to dance together, the silk wrapped boy and me. I slowly unwrap the scarf from his body, until he is once more nude for me except for his tux bikini. I take him into my arms and we dance together, slow and tenderly. His body feels good against mine. I wish this would never end. He hops up, wrapping his legs about my waist, pressing himself against me. I hold him close, feeling the heat of his body on mine. We kiss, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Sexual feelings start to rise within me again. Oh, pleasure! Never to stop, always happening, always hot, always sweet. He finally lets his legs down, and we close dance more. I feel his breath on my chest, arousing me, arousing my man's nipples. I look at his, and they are clearly aroused, standing out and hard. I twist them gently, turning him on. His head leans back, and he moans. I lean forward and kiss his neck, getting him fired up. We continue our dance of lust, turning, kissing, touching, and rubbing bodies together. I decide I want his cock for dessert. I lay him out on the dining room table, the fine silk tablecloth underneath him. The blue silk scarf is wrapped around him again, and I fondle every bit of his young body through the silk, rubbing the silk against his body in the most sensuous manner I can. Now I push the silk away from his waist, revealing again the tux string bikini. I pull it down off him carefully with my teeth. I get it off him, then take a few moments to lick and suck on his feet and toes. He moans in pleasure from that treatment. I come back up to his cock, and before I lick it, decide on something else. I go into the kitchen and come back with a can of whipped cream, some chocolate sauce, and a big cherry. He sees what I have in my hands, and he giggles in delight. I coat his cock in chocolate sauce, then put whipped cream on top, then the cherry on top of that. Tyler sees this and he laughs delightedly. I use my thumbs to rub the boy's silk covered nipples, sending waves of pleasure through him. I nibble the cherry, then lick at the chocolate whipped cream covered treat. It sends him to a higher elevation of pleasure, really moaning with pleasure. I finally lick him totally clean, and he blows his load of sweet boy cream as my final reward for pleasure well given. That as far as I'm concerned, is the topper. I hold the spent boy in my arms, kissing him. His tongue works around my face and mouth, tasting the chocolate, whipped cream, and his sperm. I lay him down on the pillows to rest. He sighs, and closes his eyes. I wake up next to him. He is snuggled up next to me, and I raise my head to see the clock. It reads eight thirty. He is still sleeping. I decide it's time for bath and bed. I go and turn down the covers, and prepare the tub. I walk around the apartment, making sure doors are locked and drapes are shut. I poke around in his overnight bag and find fresh underwear, school clothes, usual toothbrush and toothpaste, but no pajamas. A sudden flash of inspiration. I would try to find out where I could get a set of silk things made for Tyler. Briefs, pj's, a couple shirts. I look at the tux bikini and notice he had gotten the small size. A men's small, to be exact. It was a perfect fit on him. I go back to the living room and wake him. I lead him to the bath and lift him up and placed him in the tub. I go and turn out the rest of the house lights, and return to the bedroom. I close and lock the door. Coming back into the bathroom, I get into the tub behind him. He leans back against me. I hold him for a few minutes, then get about the business of washing my precious boy. I wash his short brown hair first, then work the soap around his body. He sighs, enjoying the experience. This isn't the first time I've done this, and it won't be the last. I get his super clean, even bending him over to wash his boy rose. He turns and returns the favor to me. There is no other feeling than having a boy you love washing your body clean. Tyler did a good job. He drains the water out, quick washes the tub, then puts more hot water in for our soak. He settles down in my arms once again as the hot water covers us and fills the tub. The tub we are sitting in is one of those special tubs that has water jets for massage and therapy use. He turns them on as I start to rub his neck and shoulders. I massage as much of him as I can reach. Tyler enjoys the massage, it's making him feel relaxed. I'm feeling relaxed, too. The hot water is soaking into our muscles, muscles that we used today in our marathon sexual activity. He reaches underneath the water and finds my hard cock. He strokes it for a bit, getting me high on the passion. I start to wonder if he's going to ride my cock in the tub. Be fun for him to try. Tyler turns over on his front and stretches out on his front, totally absorbed in what he's doing. He watches my cock intently as he masturbates me, his brow curled in concentration. He looks up into my face every few moments, gauging my reaction. He suddenly gets up, turns around, and then tugs me down some so that I'm lying almost flat in the tub with my head just above the water. He takes my cock in hand, and guides it to his boy's rose. Tyler slowly sits down on it, driving it into himself. He kneels with my legs between his, continuing to push my cock into him. The feeling is incredible. He sits all the way down, my cock completely inside of him. We both sigh in unison, then he starts moving up and down on me. I hold him under his arms, holding him steady in place. He continues to ride me, moving up and down faster on my cock now. The urge for release is getting stronger. I moan in etcasy, urging him onward. He sits down hard a few times, driving my man's cock deep inside of him hard. it is too much. I start to ejaculate, my sperm speeding through my cock and into the boy's rectum. I cry out, the feelings so good. He calls out my name, squeezing my cock with his anal muscle. I collapse, having finished my come. He leans back, my cock still inside of him. I play with his soft nipples, so in love with him. I feel my cock slip out of him after a few minutes. We soak in the hot water some more, then call it quits. I get out of the tub, dry myself off quick, then reach for a big towel. I spread it on the floor, then lift his body out of the tub and onto the towel. Stepping over him, I pull the plug in the tub. I return to Tyler, a smaller towel in hand. I start with his feet, drying them carefully, between the toes. I work slowly up his clean smelling body, drying each part. Once I finish drying him, I roll him onto a dry towel, and trim his toenails, his fingernails, and then rub bath powder into his glowing skin. The bath powder smells like musk, my favorite scent. Normally I would use scented oils for him, but I had run out. Next time. I think of what I might have forgotten to do. Tyler looks so relaxed lying on the towel. he watches me, his hazel eyes full of love and adoration. This boy loves me, and I must do what I can to set a good example for him. I pick him up and carry him to bed. We are in bed now. He's snuggled up to me, and I can feel his body against mine. I touch his soft skin, marveling at how he can be so sensitive to my touches. Tyler sighs and snuggles up closer. I can feel his four inches grow hard against my leg. I stroke his bare back a few times and he starts pressing his boyhood against my leg, humping my leg, and I decide to give him release so he can sleep. I lay him on his back. I kiss his mouth, then start to work down his torso. I spend a few minutes pleasuring his nipples. It turns him on to feel my mouth and tongue on his nipples. His breathing gets heavy and labored. I continue to lick and kiss down his body, reaching his proudly standing boy's cock. I blow gently on his cock, making him cry out in pleasure. He calms down as I finger his nipples. I lick at his balls, then his boy rose when he lifts his legs. But I really want his cock. So I stretch his legs back out on the bed, and start licking the tip of his cock. He lets out a squeak, tensing up. I slowly envelop his cock with my mouth, slipping the hard four inches into my mouth. His four inches make it so easy to deep throat him. I take all of his young cock into my mouth, and flutter my tongue against the shaft as I take it. He thrashes about on the bed, whining and crying for release. I start to suck hard on the boycock, giving him pleasure. I keep going up and down on it, teasing the head and licking the shaft. Suddenly, he grabs my head and pushes his cock deep into my throat. I taste his young seed shooting down my throat as I growl, the sound of my voice vibrating against his cock. He arches his back and cries out, the dulcet notes of passion and joy higher than the last. Tyler finally calms down after he stops ejaculating. I rub him down, calming and relaxing him. I fetch a small towel to wipe the sweat off him. I get back into bed next to him, and we kiss, his tongue in my mouth, tasting his sperm. I pull him close to me, then pull the covers over us. The boy once again snuggles down next to me. I am so in love with him. His happiness is my big goal for him. I feel his breathing slow down and become gentle puffs of air. "Good night lover," he whispers before entering dreamtime. "Good night, my sweet boy, good dreams," I kiss him goodnight, and then join him in dreamtime. The night envelops us with it's caresses, our dreams filled with each other. Stars move overhead, shining down on our lovenest. The moon comes in our window, anointing us with it's nightly blessing. END Author's note: The two preceding stories, "Morningtime" and "Noontime", are separate, but loosely tied together in a series. I suggest you read those before this one. The fourth and final, "Dreamtime", coming next.