Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 16:43:40 -0400
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Young-But Daily Growing-Part 11

Young,but Daily Growing-Part 11

By Eff Del

In one way or another, we are tested almost every day of our lives. As we
communicate, share, aspire or feel-even as we simply live- we are observed
and subsequently evaluated by someone else.

More often than not these assessments are casual and the results are only
fleetingly considered by the observer and then discarded.

We, as the one scrutinized, usually are unaware the appraisals have taken
place and they certainly have minimal if any effect upon us or the way we
live and think.

Even the most formal evaluations are significant to us only when they
benefit us in some tangible way... When the results determine the granting of
reward or administering of punishment for instance.

Ultimately, the very best or worse the results of any test can achieve is
to affect how someone else regards us.

This is unimportant because the only significant evaluation is the one we
make of our selves under the unflinching eyes of heaven.

In the end, our value is never the property or domain of another person.

When we realize this, then we have passed the only test that matters.



Once again I climbed from the depths of sleep to find a small naked boy
perched upon my stomach gazing down into my face... his smile as bright as
the morning sun itself.

"There are far worse ways to wake up." I thought to myself as I smiled and
received a sweet kiss...his morning gift to me.

My first impulse was to grab him close to me and tell him how much what he
had done last night meant to me... To express my joy and gratitude over what
we had shared- but in my heart I knew this was neither the time nor the
place.

That conversation was better reserved for later...more properly saved as
pillow talk.

So, instead I reached up smiling and touched his gorgeous little face.

"Good morning wonderful boy." I said through my own smile. "Ready for your
busy day?"

"Uh huh...Only I wish I knew what was gonna happen and...Mornin by the way...I
forgot ...sorry *kiss*...I just wish I knew what was gonna happen...I hope I know
most of the stuff...An.."

As he delivered this mile a minute diatribe he was wiggling Sean style and
my bladder was warning me urgently. I placed one hand on his wiggling
little butt cheeks to still them and held up the other in silent protest.

"Whoa! If you keep this up I'm going to wind up peeing all over you and the
bed you squirmy little monkey!"

I threw him sack like over my shoulder and headed for the bathroom.

Through his laughter he exclaimed;

"Eric seriously! What happens if I don't pass the tests? Will he not wanna
be my teacher no more? Will I hafta go to that other school...that Chestafell
place?"

"That's "Chesterfield" and no you won't have to go there and no the
Professor will not decide not to be your teacher AND...they won't be those
kind of tests.  Everything will be interesting and fun.  I promise. Stop
worrying."

By this time I had placed him on his feet and side by side we were draining
our bladders into the bowl.

Later, as we emerged from the shower and were toweling each other off he
asked;

"Eric, aren't you gonna shave?"

>From our first morning shower together, Sean had been fascinated with
watching me shave.

 I did it the old fashioned way -as my father had taught me- first causing
a disc of soap; rich in oils and emollients to be whipped up into a creamy
lather in my porcelain shaving mug using a wonderful badger haired brush
that my father had given to me when I was 16 years old.

I was barely shaving twice a week back then and at least one of those times
was purely out of vanity and not necessity.

To my father giving me the brush was a sort of rite of passage and I think
of him every time I use it.

I have tried shaving in other ways...cans of chemically foamed shaving cream,
tubes of smear-on oils even several electric shavers but I always return to
my brush and blade.

It had finally occurred to me that Sean had never seen anyone shave
before-certainly not using a razor, brush and mug.

Being still pre-pubescent the procedure was an interesting mystery to him
and he watched with rapt curiosity every time I performed this morning
ritual.

"Nope" I answered. "Not going to shave today I'm, going to be lazy and
scraggly while the Professor is giving you the third degree."

"Why?"

"Why? So that tonight when we're in bed I can rub my scratchy beard all
over you." I bent down and rubbed my morning growth covered cheek against
his.

Bursting out giggling he squealed;

"If I had a beard I could scratch you all over with mine too huh?"

"Yes, but you won't have a beard for a long time...and I like that."

I bent down again this time kissing him tenderly.

"Practice!" we said in unison as we smiled at each other.

After dressing we headed down to breakfast. Martha wasn't there because
today was the "big shopping" day for the household and that was a task she
didn't trust to anyone else.

Moving about in the kitchen was an attractive young lady that I vaguely
recognized as being part of my staff.

"This is going to be awkward. I don't even know her name." I thought to
myself.

In the past three (almost four) years when in my drunken, debauched
insanity, this sort of thing wouldn't have bothered me at all. I seldom had
given any regard to the rank and file of my staff and for that matter had
rarely come down for breakfast.

 Now however, I wished I had behaved differently.

 I wanted so much to BE different.

 I wished right this moment that I could do something simple and
decent...something as straightforward as greeting this pretty young woman by
her named and bidding her good morning.

Sean saved and amazed me.

"Morning Jenny!" he smiled up at the woman who returned his smile
immediately.

"Good morning Master Sean...good morning Mr. Tucker."

It was obvious who was getting the "love" here.

She guided us to the table and soon juice and a small bowl of fruit was
placed in front of each of us.  Milk for Sean and coffee for me were soon
followed by scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.

"This is wonderful Jenny." I said hoping desperately to make up for my
shameful lack of knowledge just moments earlier. "Thanks very much."

She smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgment but her smile grew tenfold
in size when Sean added;

"Yeah Jenny, this is GREAT! Thanks!"

Sean and I left the table and strolled casually down to the library
conversing comfortably.  I could tell he was still apprehensive and I tried
to ease his stress and tone down his anticipation.

As we entered we found Dr. Swaim already there.

He was standing in the "Chess Corner" studying the pieces that represented
our still unfinished game.

He was pulling one end of his great mustache thoughtfully as he noticed us
walk in. He made no formal greeting to either of us, instead, not looking
up he asked;

"Which of you is playing white?"

"I am." Sean answered.

The large man nodded and strolled casually around the table still gazing at
the board.

"And whose turn is next?" Sean glanced up at me automatically as he replied;

"Eric. Eric moves next."

The large man arched an eyebrow at me significantly holding my gaze for
several beats before he turned from the chess table and said;

"Yes then, shall we sit for a moment?"

 He indicated the three chairs we had occupied last night.

As I sat I noticed for the first time that the big oak reading table was
strewn with paraphernalia.

 I took note of three lap tops, what looked to be a dozen pads of lined
paper, a cup filled with yellow pencils sharpened points facing up, two
stacks of  irregularly sized books and three  black plastic crates
containing items I either didn't recognize or couldn't associate with
today's stated purpose.

He settled back in his chair and I noticed that while he was ostensibly
talking to both of us, except for a very rare moment or two he never took
his eyes off Sean.

"Well Sean, are you ready for our little exercise today?" he smiled as he
spoke.

"Yes sir...at least I THINK I am. `Course I don't know for sure." He'd fixed
his eyes upon the Professors' and was holding him gaze for gaze.

"And...you're not intimidated or frightened are you?" His black rimmed
eyeglasses had slipped down his nose as he leaned in toward the little
boy.

"No Professor I'm not afraid or intimidated...and, I'm not afraid of you
either but..."

"But?"

Sean never took his eyes from the big man's and his voice was steady and
clear as he asked;

"But...is it true? Are REALLY a wizard?"

The man's large face was momentarily frozen in surprise as the boy's
question sunk in and then instantly it was transformed into the picture of
merriment as his loud deep laughter filled the room.

When he'd regained his composure he reached over and clasped Sean's
shoulder in one of his great hands and said;

"I'm not certain how to answer that Sean...I think perhaps we'll see what you
think about that yourself in a couple of months eh?"

I knew at once that Sean didn't consider that to be an answer to his
question but he also seemed satisfied in the assurance that the query would
be revisited sometime in the future.

Settling back into his chair again, Dr. Swaim continued;

"First off Eric, I extend my apologies to you for being so presumptuous as
to commandeer this library without asking but I did feel certain you'd have
no objection."  I nodded my head in agreement. He turned his attention back
to Sean.

"I propose that we get started at once and that we go at a rather rigorous
pace.

We'll take a few short breaks mostly to use the toilet I expect.

The lovely Miss Jenny has graciously agreed to prepare us lunch and have it
brought to us in here so that we can work as we eat...or vice versa" He
chuckled amused at himself.

 If all goes as I suspect it will, we should be finished by two o'clock.

Eric, I've taken the further liberty of asking Andy to meet us at the Gun
Shed at 2:30 so that I can see how this young man shoots. The fresh air
should be most welcome to both of us by then I suspect.

And now..." He stood up and with one big paddle like hand guided me out of
my chair and out into the hall.

The library doors closed silently behind me.

Standing alone in the hall I realized that I hadn't planned very well and I
didn't know what I was going to do with myself.

I actually felt lonely.

Without really giving it any conscious consideration I strolled down to the
pool/gym.

 In the little locker room I stripped off my clothes and slipped into a
jock strap and a pair of black work out shorts. After tying up my Nikes I
mounted one of the two treadmills, set the speed to moderate and began my
workout.

After 30 minutes of good steady running I was sweating pretty profusely and
I set the machine to slow down into a gradual stop.

Stepping off the treadmill, I wiped myself down and mounted the old
Nautilus machine that my father had purchased about ten years ago.  He
liked it because it provided a good low-impact upper and lower body work
out in an efficient time- effective manner.

While I did (before I'd become a blithering mess) enjoy an occasional
workout with free weights, I was trained since childhood to be safety
conscious so I never used the weights when I was alone in the gym.

 I also never used weights for bulking up because it was not in my nature
or taste to sport bulging muscles. I didn't like that look on myself or on
others.

I much preferred the natural way exercise like swimming and running toned
and shaped my muscles. Even as much as I'd neglected myself in the recent
past, I was still pleased with how my body looked and responded.

After a timed 45 minutes on the device, I stepped off, walked out of the
gym and into the pool area.  Stripping off my shorts and supporter I walked
to the board.

Ignoring my conversation with Sean yesterday and despite my childhood
training, I often broke the cardinal safety rule and swam alone.

 I sprinted down the diving board.

With a crisp hop I launched myself into the air and smiled with pleasure as
I smoothly entered the water.

I began swimming laps alternating strokes every two lengths of the pool.
While I intended this to be a mindless hard work out, I knew that it would
be anything but that.

Swimming in this manner is like long distance running...

 It begins as a pleasurable exercise but, if continued beyond normal
tolerance eventually pushes itself into strain, fatigue and pain.

It is at or near this point that most people quit- however- I learned as a
14 year old Cross Country runner that if you push your body beyond that
barrier of pain and lassitude, you emerge on the other side virtually
transcended.

Pain is forgotten, weariness is forgotten...your mind, body and soul unite
and exultingly operate on a new plain of existence.  The running or the
swimming is the ALL.  There is only IT. The athlete exists for nothing
else...wants nothing else.

Scientist have attempted to explain this phenomenon as resulting from the
release of endorphins into the system, but I prefer to regard it as a
metaphysical experience.

I don't know how long I swam or how many laps I'd travelled but through
some built in biological mechanism I slowly came down from my high and knew
I couldn't swim another stroke if my very life depended upon it.

I rolled upon my back and let everything slowly return to normal. The water
gently supported me; cradled me as I drained down from my euphoria.

Crazy thoughts flood your mind when this is happening and mine suddenly
burst full of memories of my recent intimacies with Sean.

I played them over almost at will...the taste of him...the feel of him...the
sound of him the smell...

...and then, as if coming from a camera guided by the hand of another, the
picture in my mind shifted suddenly almost violently to his round white
ass.

That beautiful perfect little ass that he'd displayed to me without shame
on the very first night. I thought hungrily of how it came out and formed a
natural flowing curve between his back and his legs...not abrupt or large
just perfectly turned like it might have been designed as a geometric
exercise...

...The sweet taut yet soft round globes that I held in my hands almost at
will...that I caressed, squeezed and touched with impunity... How they dimpled
when he flexed his leg muscles...the perfect arching crease where the globes
joined the legs...

The image shifted abruptly again-close focusing in on the small tight
nubbin that was the door to his velvety warm, dark secret conduit...my mind
filled with memories of my probing finger...forcing my way past the
resistance of the tight muscle; the strong little one-way valve that
ultimately was no match for my insistent pressure....memories of my actions
and his reactions...sweet memories now slowly turning into desire.

Desire suddenly ruled my thinking, lust filled my heart and I knew that
above all else I needed to have him completely.

Irrationally I became obsessed with the notion that I must have him...have my
hard flesh penetrating his soft warmness.

I must take him as mine because I wanted him and because he WAS mine for
the taking.

THIS was why he was here. This was why he had been brought to me. He had
been bought and paid for for this reason.

I would do it quickly...it must be done with speed and... without remorse.

How could there be remorse? What would I have to regret...making a little boy
cry?

Certainly there would be pain...HIS pain...he KNEW there would be pain...he was
EXPECTING the pain. The pain was his consequence for providing my pleasure.

I screamed then. I was still sane enough to scream.

It was long and loud and from so deep with-in me that I could not guess at
its source.

I screamed until my throat felt raw and torn and when I could scream no
more...I let my body slip below the surface of the water and drift almost
casually to the bottom.

A strange thought entered my mind;

"Is this death? Is this what it is to die?" Strangely, I didn't care. I
felt remarkably at peace.

I sensed more than saw the light at the surface above me and more by
instinct than conscious action, I willed myself upward.

 My head broke the surface and I gasped -sucking air into my screaming
lungs with an almost passionate urgency.

My breathing slowly returned to normal as I floated feeling amazingly
calm.  It seemed that my mind was a temple of clarity now...I could see the
truth and knew what I must do.

I knew now that with-in me there dwelt a monster...a hideous dark primordial
creature that lived to destroy and that had set its sights upon my little
boy.

 It wanted to break him and rip him and tear him and take its hideous
pleasure leaving my Sean weeping from pain and betrayal- smeared in his own
blood and shit...innocent no more.  Trusting no more. Pure and whole no more.

In my new state of quasi calm I swore that this would never happen. I would
protect him.  I would be his salvation just as he had been sent to be mine.

 At the same time though I knew that the monster must be appeased...its
hunger must be fed.

I knew what to do.

I managed to get myself to the ladder and weak-limbed, I pulled myself out
of the pool sprawling onto a near bye lounge chair.

Water streamed off my heaving body pooling onto the floor and I thought to
myself;

"I'm going mad again."

I must have slept because when my thoughts returned to some semblance of
normality, I was dry and feeling a bit cold. My once hard and raging cock
lay flaccid across my leg.

I showered, dressed and walked to my study.

Reaching into the cabinet behind me I withdrew the bottle. Pouring the
golden fluid over two ice cubes, I took a slow sip and reviewed things in
my mind.

"He's safe with me." I spoke aloud to no one but myself. "I'll keep him
safe. I'll protect him...even from me."

I took another slow sip this time taking the opportunity to enjoy the
biting tang of the liquid.

" Custodite omnia tuta" I murmured remember the Latin that I'd worked so
hard to master as a young man "keep all things safe."

I glanced at the old white faced Regulator clock hanging on the wall. A
relic from some bye gone day that had once hung from the wall of one of my
grandfather's offices long before I was born.

To my complete shock I saw that it was almost four o'clock.  They must be
through.  I walked glass in hand to the library.

It was empty, the items on the big oak table neatly arraigned and the black
crates packed and stacked. The session was obviously over.

I walked through the residence until I spotted Walter.

"Have you seen Sean and the Professor?" I asked him.

"They took a cart out to the Gun Shed about two thirty and I haven't seen
them since."

I walked out back and hopped into one of the golf carts parked against the
stone wall and headed out to the gun shed.

Before I'd even turned off the main path I could hear it. There was still
some shooting going on over there.

Anyone who has not experienced gunfire in the open air before is usually
surprised the first time that they do. Television and motion pictures lead
us to believe that discharged firearms make a loud abrupt and harsh
crack...the popular BANG! Of cartoons, but outdoors in open country this is
not so.  The noise dissipates almost immediately and what is heard  (as
well as actually felt) is an almost muffled POP.

As I turned into the yard I saw there were three figures over at the range:
Sean sat perched upon a stool with the control box in his hand, Andy stood
at position number one and Dr. Swaim was toeing position five.

 Just as I came to a stop Andy called "Pull!" Sean pushed the button, a
bird was launched and immediately destroyed by Andy's shot.

This was quickly followed by the Professor's cry of "Pull!" and his flying
target was likewise obliterated.

Upon seeing me, they both lowered their guns, safety's quickly engaged.
The Professor smiling and Andy wearing his normal dour face turned in my
direction.

Sean hopped down from the stool and ran to me.

"Eric! You won't believe it! I've launched 300 pigeons between them and
nobody has missed yet!"

I reached out and pulled him into me wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

"Oh I believe it little man. This goes on every time those two get
together. Over the years they must have shot at a few thousand targets and
neither of them has missed in all that time.  I don't know what will happen
when one of them finally does miss a shot...maybe the world will end!" I
joked.

"Well then Andy, we shall do this again at a later time." Said the
Professor clapping a large hand on Andy's shoulder as they walked off the
range and towards the Gun Shack.  Sean and I followed.

The two men laid their shot guns on the cleaning table and Sean did the
same with his.  I watched with pride as the little boy began cleaning his
gun perfectly even though he had only been shown how to once.

While they worked, Dr. Swaim looked briefly in my direction.

"This young man shoots remarkably well Eric. He even had one perfect flight
of 10! That scoundrel has obviously taught him well." He was gesturing
toward Andy who grinned...just barely... and winked at Sean who rewarded him
with a brilliant smile.

"All that remains now is for him to learn at least the rudiments of
fishing. Now I propose he sped a couple of days out at Fish Camp with me
and we'll see how well he can learn the ancient art of angling."

"Not tomorrow Professor." I said. "Tomorrow I'm planning on taking him out
to Deer Run and having him do try-outs for the swim team.  How about you
two get together early Wednesday morning and I'll come fetch him back on
Friday?"

"Excellent idea." Said the large man by now wiping down his freshly oiled
gun. "By then we can have the course of this year's education plotted out
and ready to embark upon the following Monday."

Sean obviously wasn't quite certain what we were talking about but I
ruffled his hair and whispered that we'd talk about it later.

I watched A Sean placed his shotgun on the rack where Andy had designated.

"Are you joining us for dinner Professor?" I asked.

"No, not tonight my boy. Andy here will accompany me to the cabin where we
will broil a couple of steaks and then later share a bottle of apple
schnapps...which we shall enjoy thanks to your thoughtfulness.

Eric, I do want to have some private time with you tomorrow afternoon if I
may?"

I agreed that we would certainly make that time to talk.

As I walked with Sean to my golf cart I mused to myself;

 "What an odd couple. I wonder what kind of an evening that's going to
be?...the loquacious Dr. Swaim and the reticent Andy."

As we approached the cart, Sean looked up at me. His face asked the
question.

"You better drive Champ I'm too tired from doing nothing all day."

Beaming he hopped up behind the wheel and soon we were on our way back to
the house.

Martha had prepared what she called a "simple dinner" for us. It was an
Italian peasant meal of spicy and sweet sausages grilled with potatoes
onions and peppers.

The marvelous flavor combinations were enough to set a person's taste buds
dancing the tarantella.

I washed my diner down with a wonderful pilsner from the Czech Republic.
The small glass that I'd poured for Sean was tasted but then untouched
during the meal.

All during dinner Sean talked constantly about the events of the day. From
what I gathered, to him it all seemed like a long series of games, puzzles
and tricks. I knew that it was so much more and that and  that by now Dr.
Swaim had a very good appraisal of Sean's knowledge, skills, abilities and
intellect, In this regard if in no other, the man was indeed a wizard.

After dinner was concluded I told Sean to head down and get ready for our
game but that I had to do something in my study first. He told me that was
fine because he had to select a book to read which Dr. Swaim had to approve
first so this would give him time to search the shelves.

I ducked into my study and brought up the web site for The NEST.  This was
not the official website of the Academy but rather the secret very private
website available to NEST clients only.

I was quickly browsing through photos of the boys who were currently
available for a short term contract.  My eyes were soon caught by the face
of a young man with bright green eyes and carrot red hair. His smile was
captivating and it was emphasized by the sprinkle of freckles on his cheeks
and nose.

His name was Jack and he was fifteen years old which was younger than I'd
previously had any experience with but he WAS a NEST boy and he had been
fully trained and apparently been out on contract a few times already.

I was intrigued and so I pulled down the "comments" section.

I read with interest;

"A very talented bottom for such a young man."

"Uses his sphincter and stomach muscles marvelously."

"A real charmer from both ends."

"That'll do." I decided and typed in my codes securing the services of Jack
for Wednesday and Thursday.

Turning off the computer, I walked down to the library to continue my game
with Sean.

Six moves later I was bewildered having lost a knight and a bishop while I
had succeeded in knocking off a mere three of his pawns.  This kid is good.

We called it a day at this point and headed up stairs.

As I held him naked and warm in bed, I explained that tomorrow we were
going to the swimming try outs.

"I hope you'll swim as well there as you did for me yesterday in our pool"
I told him.

"On Wednesday morning you're going out to Fish Camp to spend some time with
Doctor Swaim.  He's going to teach you how to fish.  I've got to be out of
town on a short trip for business but I'll be back on Friday and we can do
something fun over the weekend. OK?"

"Kay" he murmured into my chest "but, I'm going to miss you.  I even missed
you just today cause I didn't get to see you until the afternoon."

"I'll miss you too but it's just for a little while." I said running my
hands down his soft back and ass.

I was lieing to him and it felt wrong and painful but I reminded myself
that what I was going to do I was doing for him. I was protecting him from
the ugly thing inside of me.

Something had to be sacrificed to appease the monster and that something
was the ass of a 15 year old boy named Jack.

For the first time since bring Sean home I slept badly. I know I dreamed
but by some blessing I didn't remember them when I woke up the next morning
to see dancing blue/green eyes looking down upon me.

(To be continued)

In the next chapter we've got swim team try outs and Eric has a serious
conversation with the professor. Sean will pose for some photos.

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