Date: Sat, 17 Apr 1999 15:05:06 PDT
From: Jim Carter <jc_thedad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler's Trials Part I

In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should
read as such. It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with sexual
relationships between men and teenage boys.  Please understand that this
story is pure fiction/fantasy, don't try to make it anything else.

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or are offended by homosexual behavior, man/teenage boy, teenage
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my first story "Swim Kid".

Tyler's Trials

by

Jim Carter jc_theDad@hotmail.com


Part 1

Chapter 1

Depressed and lonely

Its the 8th of July, a dreadful day for me.  I came to the office today in
an effort to make this day pass faster.  I have been to all the shrinks and
it is still driving me totally nuts.  I lost my lover and life mate two
years ago today to a drunk driver.  Dylan was not just my best friend and
lover, but also my reason for living.

I will be thirty years old in a couple of months and I can't remember my
life when Dylan was not a part of it.  We were partners for 12 great years
(yes we knew we belonged together at 16) thanks to his understanding
parents and my asshole parents.  When my parents found out I was gay they
disowned me and sent me packing.  Now Dylan's family is my family.

As this day got closer and closer, my depression has become deeper and
deeper.  Try as I might with all the help of the best and most expensive
shrinks, I am sitting in my office with tears rolling down my cheeks.  I
have tried to get on with my life, but I just don't think there is anyone
that can fill that big empty hole. I had to sell our house, it just had too
many memories that I couldn't stay there.  Since I didn't sleep more than
an hour or two at the most at any one stretch, I tried everything to make
it possible to sleep.  Without my Dylan lying next to me, I would wake
knowing I was incomplete.  I did get better, but I still wake every morning
looking for my Dylan.  I do have to confess down the hill from me are a
pair of teen lovers that think they are alone, but with my telescope they
have filled many of my jack off fantasies.

I knew better than come to the office today, but I thought it would be
better than staying at home.  The truth of the matter is that by design, I
am not needed at work.  We became wealthy three or four years ago.  I wrote
a little program that I priced low and sold a million copies the first
quarter it was on the market.  After three other such successes, Dylan and
I had more money than we could spend in three lifetimes so we hired good
employees -- trustworthy employees -- and left the day to day running of
the business to them.  This allowed Dylan and I to travel and play all over
the world.  We made love in more countries that I can even name anymore,
those memories will be with me forever.

I heard a little voice in my head say "Jim it's time to move on with your
life.  We had our time in the sunshine, but you have more to do in your
lifetime."  Damn, now I am going nuts, I am hearing voices.  I have always
heard that is when your mind really goes.  I do believe in angles, so I
considered I might possible still have a little sanity left.  This time I
am sure it was Dylan's voice that said "Jim follow your heart not your
head".  I asked myself follow my heart where? I did not get an answer.

Needless to say this shook me up more than just a little.  I reached for
the phone and dialed one of my expensive shrinks and of course he wasn't
there.  You have to have an appointment before you can have a nervous
breakdown these days.  I heard the voice again "Trust me, your heart is
good, listen to it".  Hell, I am listening to it now.  Its pounding so hard
it sounds like a drum.

I may not do anything at the office anymore, but my office is very large
and very nice.  I went into my private bathroom and washed my face to look
presentable enough to go home.  I told Chuck my personal secretary that I
could be reached on the cell phone or at home if I was needed (no he didn't
laugh at the needed part, he is a good secretary) and I left the office.
  

Chapter 2

Trouble in the Park


I wasn't expected in the office today so Eric parked in my parking space
and I had parked at the end of the row.  When Eric saw me he apologized and
said he would go move his Viper.  I told him to forget it, but next time I
would just push it out of the way.  I think he knew I was kidding.  Now I
absent mindedly pushed my alarm button to disarm and unlock my doors and
nothing happened.  I shook myself out of my daze and remembered that my
truck was at the end of the row.

As I got near my truck, I hear a shout "NO!"

"Shut up you little faggot mother fucker or I will cut your balls off!"

"NO STOP, PLEASE STOP".

"Kick the little faggot again, I am going to fuck `im if I have to kill `im
to do it."

These voices were coming from the hedge by my truck.  I looked through and
I saw five kids.  One was crying in a ball on the ground and three others
were punching and kicking him and one was holding a knife.  It was easy to
see that they were intending on raping the kid in the ball.  His clothes
were in shreds beside him.  My anger got the best of me and I drop kicked
the teen that was kicking the boy. I punched the other two enough to daze
them, they would both have black eyes for their part in this rape.  The
shit with the knife came at me "I'm gonna cut you now you dumb mother
fucker." Well I have been a black belt for twelve or thirteen years, so you
can guess that I was tickled that he wanted some of my ass.  I disarmed him
and knocked the breath out of him.  I cut his jeans off him just like he
had done to the boy.  Since he had cut the boys underware off him, I
started to do the same to him but didn't.  I had him sitting on the ground
I told him I was going to cut his balls off and stabbed the knife in the
ground between his legs.  He screamed with fear.  I just broke the blade of
the knife off in the ground.  I told him and his crew to get before I
really got mad and that if I ever heard of this boy being harmed again it
didn't matter by who, I was coming for them and break some bones.  They
hauled ass out of there.

The boy was still in a ball on the ground naked and crying.  I went to him
and he flinched when I tried to see how bad he was hurt.  I tried to talk
in my most soothing voice to settle him down.  I couldn't really tell much
about the boy all balled up as he was.  Those kids had cut his clothes to
shreds there was not a piece of clothing bigger than a few inches wide.  It
looks like he was wearing shorts and dirty white jockey shorts before they
were cut up.  I told him I was going to put him in my truck.  He didn't
flinch this time when I got near him.  I picked him up and carried him the
ten feet or so to my truck and put him on the seat.  I took off my shirt
and told him to put it on, it would cover him.  He did and thanked me.

He had just about settled down enough that I could understand him when he
said something.  This boy had not had a bath in several days, his body odor
was terrible.  I should have called the cops long before now, but something
made me wait.  Since his crying has stopped, I decided I needed some
information.  So I started the process of extracting as much as I could
from the boy.

"Hi, my name is Jim. What is yours?"

"Tyler."

"Are you hurting anywhere, Tyler?"

"My balls still hurt a little." He picked up the end of my shirt to have a
look.  I guess he decided he was okay, he felt them and looked up at me.
He did have a nice set of balls on him for a kid.

Damn Jim, this kid is hurt and your checking out his balls.  Get a grip
man.

"Tyler, where do you live?"

"There in the park I guess."

"What do you mean you live in the park?"

Here came the tears again.  "My stepmother threw me out about a month ago."

"Have you been staying in the park since then?"

"Well, up until a couple of days ago, I was sleeping under the porch and
sneaking back in the house at night to eat.  I got to stinking so bad that
they smelled me and made sure I couldn't get back in."

"We need to call the cops and tell them what those boys were doing to you,
So that they won't do that to some other boy."

"Please, mister, don't call the cops.  They will put me back in a home.
Nobody wants me, and they just kick me out again.  Please, mister." He
grabbed the door handle and started running.

I took off after him and caught him before he got too far.  This boy
smelled so bad it was hard to want to hold him, but I held him and told him
I wouldn't call the cops.  We must have looked like a pair him with nothing
on but dirty worn out tennis shoes (cheap looking as well as very old) and
my pull over shirt and me shirtless.  At least the shirt hit him mid thigh
just standing there.  I put my arm around his shoulder and led him back to
the truck.

I heard Dylan's voice again.  "Take care of this boy he needs you.  Listen
to your heart not your head." Damn, I can see this boy needs someone, but
what am I to do with him.

"Tyler, when is the last time you ate?"

"Couple of days ago, that's why I was getting beat up.  I was so hungry."

This didn't make sense to me, but I said. "Let's go get you cleaned up and
get you something to eat.  Then maybe we can think of something to do about
getting you squared away."

I didn't know what to do except take him home with me.  Since it was a half
hour drive, I wanted to find out more.  "What did you mean when you said
that your being hungry caused you to be beaten?"

The tears started again and he said.  "They said if I would suck their
dicks they would buy me a hamburger, but when we got in the bushes they
tried to fuck me.  I ain't never been fucked and I started crying.  Then
they said they were going to fuck me anyway.  If you hadn't kicked their
asses they would have too.  Thank you so much for saving my life."

"Your welcome, but I did what anybody would have done in that situtation."

"I don't know, but I think you saved my butt if not my life."

"And a cute butt it is too."

"You really think so?" I saw him smile for the first time.

I knew I had fucked up as soon as I said it, but it just popped out.  It
was a cute butt, but a grown man is not allowed to think those thoughts
about a boy.  Its too late now, you idiot, get out of this one without
destroying the kid or getting yourself thrown in jail for statutory rape.

"Nope, I don't think so, I know so." I gave him my best smile.

He just beamed.  His smile was so wide it looked like his face couldn't
make a smile that big.  Even under all that dirt, it was a killer smile
that spelled danger for me.  Just then he got a sly look to go with the
smile that turned into a grin.  I knew this kid could turn me into putty in
his hands with that look.  With that he turned over in the seat and pulled
the shirt up to give me a good look at his butt.

"Since you saved it and you think its cute, you deserve to look at it any
time you want."

"Tyler, stop that.  Put your shirt down."

I think he could tell there was not a lot of conviction in my voice.  He
turned up the grin another notch and said: "Are you sure you really want me
to put my shirt down?"

This kid must be reading my mind.  I tried again: "Tyler, I am going to
have a wreck looking at your pretty butt instead of where I am going.  You
don't want me to kill us do you?" I gave my best smile so that he would
know I was not mad.

"Okay, its probably so dirty its ugly anyway."

"Well we are going to get you cleaned up in just a little while. And its
not ugly." He turned over and gave me another flash.  Which I playfully
swatted at.

When I didn't get to it he went into a fit of giggles.  He was growing on
me.  I love to laugh and I love to hear others laugh.  For the first time I
looked at the boy.  He was somewhere around nine to fourteen years old, I
can't tell how old kids are.  He had brown hair and deep, very deep blue
eyes.  As dirty as he was, his teeth were sparkling white.  He didn't have
any hair on his legs.  I didn't even look at his cock to see if he had any
pubic hair.  As I said he has a nice set of balls, I wish I could see them
now that I am interested enough to really look.  Oh well, I shouldn't be
having these thoughts anyway.

I turned onto my drive and pressed the button to open the gate.  As we were
driving up to the house Tyler said: "Damn, you live here?"

"Yes, do you think it will do?"

"How many people live here?"

"Well, there is me, Albert my butler I guess you would call him.  He
actually runs the house.  Cook, the cook, Simon and Clark the
housekeepers." There is a full time gardener and pool guy, but he doesn't
live here.  And at least for now, you.  That is if you want to stay here."

"Really?  Your gonna let me stay here?"

"If you want to your welcome to stay here." He jumped into my arms and
hugged me with more strength that I thought he could possible have for his
little frame.  "Tyler, as much as I love hugs, you have got to get cleaned
up."

He looked so dejected. "I know I stink."

I couldn't help it.  I brought back the hug and kissed him lightly on the
lips. "I can hardly wait to do this after your shower." He beamed that
super smile which put a bounce in my step.

As we went into the house, Albert was there to meet us.  "Albert meet Tyler
he will be staying with us, at least for awhile.  I need you to go buy him
something to wear tonight, warm ups or something."

"Sir, I don't want to pry, but he is naked except for your shirt."

Tyler and I both laughed.  "Its my shirt, I managed to figure that out for
myself.  To make a long story short, I found him with his clothes cut off
of him about to be raped.  He has nowhere to go and until I determine what
is best for him, he is staying here."


Chapter 3

The Shower


"Very well, sir.  As you say, sir." I knew Albert was not liking this, he
never uses two sirs back to back like that.  He knows he can call me Jim
and he usually does.  I guess he thought about it more and he said: "It
might be nice to have a young man around here.  Will he need anything
besides warm-ups"

"I guess he needs some under shorts.  Jockeys or boxers?" I asked Tyler.

"I like both, but I usually have to wear Jack's old jockeys." I saw a tear
form.

"We will get some of both tomorrow, just whatever for tonight.  Have Cook
start some burgers and fries, Tyler is starved." With that Albert left us
on the landing.

"I know you're hungry, I can hear your little tummy growling.  Do you need
something before the burgers are done?"

"No, I can wait.  Can I take a shower now?"

"Yes, right this way.  You can have any of these bedrooms you want, except
that one on the end, its mine.  They all have connecting bathrooms.  (With
six guest rooms it is rather overwhelming)."

Tyler seemed so overwhelmed that he didn't know what to do.  He finally
said "Just tell me where I should go."

"I have a special shower in my bath, would you like to give it a try?"

He wasn't sure what to make of that statement, but he said "Sure show me."

I led him into my shower that is large enough for five or six people.  It
has three shower heads that can accommodate a party or give one or two
people a great shower.  Tyler's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged and he said
"Wow, what a shower.  I didn't know they did that."

I just gave him a big grin.  He pulled my shirt off and was totally
comfortable being naked with me in the bathroom.  I could see now that he
did have a light dusting of fine blond pubic hair and a lovely three or
three and a half inch dick.  It was a little dirty, but it was very nice.
I couldn't help but wonder how big it was hard.

"Jim, will you wash my back for me please?"

I was floored, I didn't expect that.  I said: "Are you sure? It might not
look too good for me to be washing your back."

"I am positive.  Besides, don't you tell those guys what looks good and
what doesn't in this house?" There was that seductive grin again.  Those
dimples were so deep you could get lost.

"You got me there." I smiled.

"Please hurry, I want to be clean and I want you to wash me." Damn those
dimples are going to be the death of me yet.

I dropped my drawers and climbed into the shower.  The dirt was just
pouring off of this boy.  I lathered up his hair and gave him a good scalp
massage.  He was groaning with pleasure at my efforts.  "That feels so
good.  I can't remember anyone ever washing my hair for me.  I know they
must have when I was little, but don't remember ever having it done."

I rinsed and lathered again.  "Tyler, your hair was so dirty it may take
more than two washings to get it clean."

"You make me feel so good I could stand here all night." He got on his toes
and kissed me on the lips.  When I didn't pull away he wrapped his arms
around my neck and started kissing me passionately.  His tongue came into
my mouth with an urgency that seemed to be fueled by lust.  God help me I
couldn't help myself, I returned the passion.

I was wanting to see his cock hard before, now I could feel it.  I broke
our kiss and just admired his body.  His cock was at least five and a half
inches of very hard boycock.  "Tyler, how old are you?"

"I will be twelve in a couple of months.  How old are you?"

"I will be thirty in September."

"What day?"

"Fifteenth"

"Me too.  We're twins!" We both cackled at that.

I rinsed his hair again and put some conditioner on it and started his
scalp massage again.  "Jim, that is heavenly.  Can I do that for you,
please?"

"If you want to, just let me rinse this out for you."

Tyler reached up put conditioner in my hair and tried to copy exactly how I
massaged his scalp.  He did a great job and I closed my eyes and just
enjoyed letting him pamper me.  He moved me under the spray to rinse my
hair and gave me lip lock kiss.  "Jim, I think we like each other a lot."

"What makes you say that?"

He grabbed my dick and said.  "I don't think your dick can get much harder
and I know mine is harder than its ever been.  I have never wanted anything
more in my life, I want you." He was kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

"I am supposed to be smart and wise and say that because I am a man and you
are a boy this can't happen.  The truth is I am powerless to stop it.  I
want you too.  God help me, I want you." I turned off the shower and
carried Tyler to my kingsized bed both of us still wet and dripping.  I
couldn't wait to be dry, I was a man possessed.  Tyler seemed to be beyond
the point of no return as well.

I was starting to feel guilty when I looked at Tyler's face and I could see
the whisker burn on his white skin.  I broke out kiss and started nuzzling
his neck.  He seemed to be enjoying my attention to his neck, then I hit
one of his G-Spots, he jerked and squirmed.  "Jim, what was that. It felt
wonderful." He panted.  I wanted to hit him again, but I was afraid it
would cause him to climax before I got to sample his beautiful body.

"That was one of your erogenous zones. Ask me about it later, right now I
want to taste the rest of you."

"Its a good thing I am clean then." Those dimples are so deep.

I started sucking on his nipples, they were already hard little nubbins.
He started panting and said: "If you don't stop I am going to blow just
from my tits.  I have never been this hot before."

I kissed a trail down to his little tummy.  I licked his fine pubic hair.
Those little hairs were so soft and nice until I slicked them down with my
tongue.  His cock was leaking like crazy.  I licked his balls and took each
one in my mouth and suckled them tenderly.  I licked up one side of his
dick and down the other.  I planted a kiss on the head, then I took him in
my mouth and started sucking around the head then starting working his cock
in earnest.

"I'm cumming, Oh it feels so good.  Damn, Damn, Damn, that's AWSOME.  Oh
Jim! oh Jim!" He couldn't say anymore he was so exhausted.

It took him about five minutes to get energy back enough to speak.  "Jim, I
didn't know it could be that good.  That was my first blow job."

Now I really felt guilty, I was corrupting a minor and couldn't stop
myself.  "I am sorry Tyler, I thought from the passion in the shower you
had already had experience with another man or boy."

"I have wanted to with a man not a boy, but I never have gotten a blow job
before.  I have sucked a couple of boys off though.  Please don't say your
sorry, it was the best thing that has ever happened to me, please don't be
sorry about it."

"I have to admit I have never gotten more pleasure out of pleasuring a cock
with my mouth." We both smiled.  Tyler's smile lit up his whole face.

Tyler started kissing me passionately again.  "Now, Its my turn, I want you
now."

"I am sure Cook has our dinner ready now, you need to eat."

"I'm going to eat you." He started sucking my nipples so hard they were
driving me nuts.

"Tyler, you have me too hot, I am close." He started kissing his way down
to my cock that was pounding with each heart beat.  He wet my whole pubic
patch with his tongue.  He licked and pulled my nut sack with his teeth
taking me to the edge again.  He sensed I was close and he started lovingly
suckling each ball.  Then he licked some of my pre-cum from my cock and
with sucking kisses he pleasured the head of my jumping cock.  He knew I
was close and he took me to the pubes.  I didn't think he would be able to
take all of me, but he swallowed it like it was meant to be in his throat.
Just a couple of slides and I bucked my hips and spewed my load in his hot
little mouth.  He backed up until just the head was in his mouth so that he
could taste my cum.  He swallowed and swallowed.  When I finally got my
strength back and we had a nice loving kiss we both let out a sigh at the
same time.

"You're fantastic, that may have been the best blow job I have ever
received."

"Thank you, I would like to practice that until I get it perfect.  No I
just want to do it with you forever, not just until its perfect." There was
that killer smile again.  I am putty in this boys hands.

"That sounds nice, I would like that too.  Right now, I don't know about
you, but I am hungry."

"I am starving, but can be come back and continue where we left off as soon
as we finish eating?"

"First things first. Lets eat." I grabbed a couple of robes it was a little
big on Tyler, but he made it look good anyway.  I guess I had not noticed
from all the dirt and grime on the boy, but he was gorgeous.  I thought his
hair was brown, but dry it is blond and wavy.  He needs a haircut, but he
is so handsome.  "I couldn't tell it under all that grime, but you clean up
good, Tyler.  You're one handsome young man."

"I am glad you like what you see.  I think your very handsome too.  Thank
you for taking care of me."

As we got to the kitchen.  Cook and Albert were both looking a little put
out.  Oh well, as Tyler says I'll tell them what looks good and what
doesn't in this house.  Not really, but its a nice thought anyway.


******  End of Part 1 ****************

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