Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 10:56:20 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 12  (A/A A/b oral anal)

This story, completely fiction, is about the relationship between adults
and boys, including their sexual adventures.  If it is illegal for you to
read such material, you must leave now.

Copyright 2007, Charles Hughes, all rights reserved.  If you wish to copy
the story, please, just ask.

This is the concluding chapter of the story.  I hope you've enjoyed it,
and I would like very much to hear your reactions.  This is the first
time I've written for Nifty, and I'd like to learn what people appreciate
- though I write for myslef, too!  I'll try to answer all emails.
the.empty.room@hotmail.com


Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 12

I was so eager for the reunion with Tyler, when he brought little Charlie
with him to visit his mother.  She called me at least twice to check the
menu she planned for their welcome home dinner.  She was excited,
nervous, and a little uncertain about what the visit might mean.  Tyler
had promised a surprise but had offered nothing further.

We never had the dinner.  The day before, he called me from his mother's
home.  She had died suddenly and unexpectedly of a heart attack.

I went to the funeral and felt so saddened for them.  Tyler had lost his
wife and then his mother.  His little boy, little Charlie, had lost his
mother and grandmother.  There were tears in my eyes for them as I passed
through the line at the funeral home, and he hugged me gratefully.

He would remain in town for a week or so, he said, to clear up his
mother's estate, then they would leave for Brazil.  His news had been
that he had landed a huge contract there, and he and Charlie would be
living in very exotic surroundings.

But a couple of nights later, there was a knock at the door very late.
It was Tyler.  He had obviously been drinking.  He had just as obviously
been crying.  He was coherent but confused.

"Tyler...for god's sake -- come in!"  I was shocked at his condition,
then realized I shouldn't be, with everything he had gone through.  I
helped him to the couch and got some coffee.  He had left Charlie with
the lady who lived next door to them, and we talked until 1:00 in the
morning.  At one point he began to cry, and he sank into me as I put my
arm around him.

"What am I doing to do, Chuck?  They're gone.  Just me and Charlie."  His
words became indistinct as he moaned into my shoulder.

He was in no condition to talk, but he needed the comforting.  I held him
and rocked him.  And he certainly was in no condition to drive home.

I finally got him quieted and led him into the guest room.  I pulled his
shoes off and helped him onto the bed.  He was asleep before I got his
feet up on the bed.  I called the woman keeping Charlie and asked her to
keep him overnight, explaining what had happened.  She was very gracious
about it.

I went to sleep finally, but I woke up several times when I heard Tyler
in the bathroom.  Then I woke again in the very early hours to find him
at the door to my room.  The light was behind him, but I could tell he
had stripped to his briefs when he had gone back to bed.  He shuffled
into the room slowly and sat on the edge of the bed.  I was sleeping
naked, so I pulled the sheet up a little.

"Let me sleep with you.  Please."

The chills spread over my back.  The voice was that of the little Tyler I
had first met years before -- the little seven-year-old who had needed so
much.  He was pleading for attention, love, just as he had been then.

"Tyler...Tyler...I don't know what to say.  I don't think you know what
you're saying.  Tyler, you've had a bit much to drink..."

"I'm all right now.  I've had lots more coffee since I woke up.  In your
house.  I knew immediately where I was.  Strange, isn't it?  I haven't
been here in years.  But maybe I never left..."  His voice trailed off
into silence.

"I've hardly slept at all.  I've been thinking...  All night, I've been
going over and over what my life is all about now...  Listen to me,
Chuck.  I know what I'm asking of you.  I need this, Chuck, please help
me, Chuck."

My resistance faded immediately as he literally fell into my arms.  He
kissed my cheek and got under the sheet with me.  He fell asleep with my
arms around him.

We woke early in the morning.  One of his hands was on my chest, and a
beautiful smile was on his lips.  He was fondling my cock.  He was
naked.

"I'm sober.  I'm awake." he said.  "This is what I want, what I need,
Chuck.  You remember that you said you'd always love me?  I didn't know
what I needed, Chuck.  I married because I was supposed to.  Oh, I loved
her, in my own way.  And, god knows I love Charlie.  But I've always
known that you're the one who loves me, sweetheart."

My heart stopped for a moment, then beat rapidly.  He had never called me
that before.  Never.

He kissed my lips.  Oh my god, it was like all those years apart never
happened at all.  We kissed long and deep.  His lips rapidly trailed down
my chest, sucking at each nipple, and he found my cock, erect and as hard
as it had ever been.  He sucked me.  He remembered how I loved to have my
balls licked.  Oh god, he remembered it all.  His tongue and his fingers
were quickly reacquainted with the body that had taught him to make love
as a boy, a man.  And I did love him.

"Fuck me, Chuck.  Please.  Please."

I did.  It wasn't a long fuck.  I got behind his body, admiring his
strong back and narrow waist, his muscular thighs.  I ate his hole first.
I ate and licked and ate and kissed and ate and sucked.  His scent and
taste went right to my brain, and it registered:  this is undeniably
little Tyler.  This is the little boy of seven, the preteen of 12, I
loved.  This is my Tyler.  My sweet boy.  As I tasted and pleasured him,
the tears ran down my face.

My tongue pleasured him, but my cock insisted on its rightful place.  I
fucked him.  He was very tight.  It must have hurt him some.  I tried to
enter hm gently, slowly.  But he kept pleading for a harder fuck, as
though he had something to make up.

"Oh yes, please...Chuck..oh god...fuck me again...I need you...o fuck
yes!"

I moved faster - long and deep strokes.  It was Tyler I was fucking, and
my cock and brain took control of all my senses.  It didn't take long for
me to explode.  I fucked my Tyler deep and hard, and I left him full of
my cum.

We were back in each other's arms then and just lay there quietly.  Just
as we had so often many years ago.  As the dawn approached, he went to
the kitchen to bring us some coffee.  What a beautiful man he'd become!
He was clearly a man who worked hard, worked out of doors often.  His tan
was deep.  He was well-muscled, not in the manner of someone who works
out in an air-conditioned gym, but in the manner of someone who does real
work and earns a beautiful body.

I had taken a little time earlier to admire his strong back, tight waist,
and full ass, and I remembered how excited I'd been to enter such a body
with my cock.  And when he returned with the coffee, the morning's new
light fell across him in such a way that I caught my breath.

He walked tall and proud.  His shoulders were broad and strong,
his biceps well-formed and his forearms muscled.  His chest was all the
more attractive because of the graceful way he carried himself.  The
upper portion of his pecs was very lightly sprinkled with small dark
hairs that the sun caught and highlighted.  His nipples, now tight and
hard, were dark.

Those tiny hairs disappeared just below his pecs and reappeared just
below his hard abs that rippled as he walked.  The hair around his cock
was dark and curly.  And his cock was not completely flaccid, hanging
down heavily, swinging as he walked, almost bouncing off the balls
hanging behind it.  His thighs, lightly sprinkled with that hair again,
were stong.

"You've become a beautiful man, my little Tyler," I whispered more to
myself than to him.

He smiled as though he had known I was examining him.  But then, there
had been times when I had thought he could read my mind.  He served me
the coffee.

"I want to tell you what I've been thinking about, Chuck.  I was so out
of it when I got here last night.  I had been wandering around feeling
more lost and helpless than I've ever felt in my life.  Then I thought of
coming here.  I just knew...that I needed to come here."  He sat down on
the edge of the bed.

He paused for more coffee.  "But when I woke up during the night, I knew
something had to be done.  I knew there had to be a new beginning for me
and Charlie.  I wouldn't survive -- he and I wouldn't survive -- unless
there were some new beginning.  I went through two pots of coffee last
night, Chuck -- I won't be able to sleep for days!"  He laughed.

"There are some changes I want to make," he resumed.

He wanted to continue his consulting work, he said, but in a radically
revised manner.  He thought he could work out of his old home, his
mother's house, here in town.  There was plenty of room for an office in
addition to space for him and Charlie to live.  He wanted to work from
home and do much less traveling.  He had contracts to fulfill, but he
didn't necessarily have to be on site all the time -- not even most of
the time, he'd decided.  He wanted to be with his son, and he
wanted Charlie raised in a smaller town, and not in some foreign place.

And we spoke about us, the two of us.  He said he'd been ignoring the
importance of our special relationship from years past.  He spoke about
love.  He spoke freely about the sex we'd had when he was little, and how
grateful he was for it -- and for the love it had meant to him.  He told
me that the only time he had really felt loved after they had moved back
to town when he was a boy of seven was when he was with me.

And I honestly told him that I loved him as much.  And I honestly told
him there had been other boys, but no one was like my Tyler.  He smiled
at that.

Finally, we got to the obstacles.  He had finally decided to leave little
Charlie with his grandmother when he went to Brazil.  He would be in the
jungle there, and it would be no place for a child.  But now, there was
no grandmother.  So he had assumed the boy would have to go with him
though he didn't like the thought of the conditions.

The solution seemed obvious to both of us, but I think we were a little
hesitant to speak of it.  It was a huge commitment.  But Tyler was
right.  He would need to travel at least some, now and then, and, at the
age of 29, he was probably only beginning to develop his career.  And I
was finally the head librarian, settled into the community.  At 37, I was
still young enough to take the challenge.  Finally, I took the plunge.

"He can stay with me when you're traveling, Tyler.  He's certainly
welcome.  And I'll certainly do everything I can to keep him happy and
give him what he needs.  He's your boy, honey, and he
deserves the best.  I'll do everything I can to take good care of him
when you're not here."

"You're the best, Chuck. That would be so wonderful."  He kissed my
cheek.  Tyler had grown to be such a sweet and gentle man.

"But you know..," I started.  How to raise this?  "Maybe it's my
nature...You know..."

He smiled.  "I know about how you love little boys, Chuck.  Shouldn't I
know that?"  He laughed quietly.  "It's just one of the most wonderful
things that ever happened to me, Chuck, the way you loved this little
boy."  He became more serious then.

"It would please me, Chuck, if you could teach my boy the way you taught
me.  If you could find it in your heart to love him.  I know he would be
so happy with you.  I love you so much.  Please love my boy."

I assured him that I could not fail to love his boy, the son of my
Tyler.  We got up for a quick shower so Tyler could go pick Charlie up.
But in the bathroom Tyler took my hand and led me into the shower.

"Chuck," he said with the grin I love.  "I've had a lot of coffee.  I
need to peepee."

The next afternoon, Tyler knocked on the door.  I opened it, and he
walked in with a beautiful boy, a carbon copy of himself.

"This is Charlie," Tyler said proudly.  He smiled broadly.  "And Charlie,
this is Chuck."

I shook the little hand he offered to me so solemnly.

"Hello," the little voice said quietly.  Then, "You're the man daddy says
is so special."

His daddy and I smiled at each other.

"Well, I happen to think your daddy is very special, too, Charlie."

He smiled up at me, as shyly as his father had years before.  He was
wearing a snow-white t-shirt that contrasted with the tan on his smooth
arms, and there was a hint of tiny points where his little nipples were.
He had a cherubic face -- such a delightful smile.  And he wore tight
blue shorts that hugged the thighs of his sturdy little legs, reminding
me very much of a seven-year-old boy I had known some years before.

My heart was pounding.  I yearned for the chance to touch this beautiful
child of my Tyler.  Only my Tyler could have produced such a picture of
perfection --  such a gorgeous boy!  Just looking at him I could almost
feel the smoothness of the skin of his chest.  I could almost taste the
sweetness of his mouth.  I could almost feel his little body encompassed
in my arms.  And just the thought of what a wonderful boypussy and
delightful cocklet this perfect child would have made my cock leak precum
in anticipation.

But, most of all, he was Charlie.  I fell in love with this child of my
Tyler, just as I had fallen in love with his father years ago.

"I think we can be very good friends, Charlie," I said.  "And I have to
tell you that you are one of the sweetest-looking seven-year-old boys
I've ever met.  You're going to become a wonderful man, I just know you
are."