Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 07:49:42 -0400
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Young-But Daily Growing-Part 3

Young but Daily Growing-Part 3

By Eff Del


The jet made a steep diving approach and a partial turn causing the
aircraft to bank slightly to port before leveling off and gliding in for a
perfect touch. Sean's eyes were wide the entire time and his facial
expression was priceless.

As the plane slowly came to a stop, he just couldn't contain himself.

"Wow! Man that was great! That was just the greatest thing!" I smiled
knowing that Captain Lucas had done a bit of showboating on the landing...
just for Sean's sake unless I missed my guess.

As I escorted the almost bouncing boy to the door, the captain stood there
to bid us good bye. I arched an eyebrow at him and mouthed the words; "Hot
dog".  He simply smiled and shook my appreciative boy's hand.

"Good bye Sean." He said.  "I hope we'll have the pleasure of flying again
soon." As he and the enthused boy exchanged goodbyes I thought to myself
that in my recent time of madness, I had forgotten what superior people I
have working for me.  I made a mental note to correct that omission soon.

As we disembarked from the jet, my long silver limo was waiting for us
almost at the bottom of the steps.  Once again Sean was wide eyed.

"Is this yours too Sir!" he exclaimed and this time I shot him a look.

"I MEANT to say ERIC... is this yours ERIC." He corrected himself with an
obviously contrived look of innocence. I couldn't help myself, I growled in
my best "angry bear" impression and snatched him up from the tarmac madly
tickling his ribs as he laughed and squealed.

"Stop! Stop! Eric stop...you're going to make me pee!" he laughed and cried
and gasped for breath all at the same time as he kicked and squirmed wildly

"Alright smarty" I said putting him back on the ground "but only because
you remembered to call me Eric."

John my driver was standing by the vehicle door and I introduced him to
Sean who shook his hand and then poked me in the side as he tried to
suppress his giggling.  I was quick on the up-take this time as I realized
that John was wearing a white shirt, tan slacks and a blue blazer.

"I take it you like today's dress code." I whispered to the boy and he
looked at me and snickered.

Sean got into the limo and I slid in alongside of him.  We both sort of
sunk into the soft leather and he looked around in awe.

"This is Sooo neat!  You could live in here."  I just smiled and put my arm
around him and squeezed his shoulder.  It was a deliberate move on my
part.  I wanted to see how he would react to my touching him in a casual
but familiar manner.

I was most pleasantly surprised when he leaned into me and sighed deeply.

"I didn't sleep last night." He said not looking at me but rather resting
his head comfortably against my chest.

"When they told me I was going out on a contract I was worried and then I
got scared. The big boys tell us stories about the contracts and the
clients and they sometimes try to frighten us I think.

 I was scared of you and I was hoping you were going to forget to come get
me or something."

 He pulled back a bit and looked up at me.

"I didn't expect you were going to be like you are. You're not some creepy
old guy. I'm not scared anymore. I like you a lot."

My heart did a little thump and I pulled him close to me.

"I like you a lot too little man." I said.

"We have so much to learn about each other.  I don't know what your
favorite things are...what kind of food you like...what kind of music you
like...those kind of things."

To my amazement, that little statement opened up the flood gates.  The shy
apprehensive little boy from a few hours ago suddenly became a mile a
minute chatterbox.

  I quickly learned that he liked all types of food but especially Italian
and Mexican.  He didn't particularly like vegetables but he loved corn and
beans done barbeque style.  He hated broccoli. In fact he stated that with
a great deal of vehemence and I confided that I didn't much care for it
either.

I noticed that my observation from his original video was correct; when his
mind was involved in something while he was sitting- he wiggled.  It was
simply adorable and I realized that I was already mentally inventorying
things I like about this boy.

He shared the fact that his favorite things to learn about were history and
literature...(literature?!) and that he wasn't too fond of math but he was
pretty good at it none the less.

He liked almost all kinds of music except Rap and I was quite surprised to
discover he had a rather good knowledge of classical music and was very
keen on folk music as well as vintage Rock n Roll.

We were still discussing the "good stuff according to Sean" when John
pulled up to the gate and punched in the code to open it and let us in.

"Well little man, we're finally home." I said as we drove through the
gate.  Sean pressed his nose against the window glass trying to see and
finally said in dismay:

"I don't see nothing...I mean anything but trees and grass.  Don't you have a
house Eric?"

"Oh yes Sean, we have a house." I smiled.

 I actually own several grand houses and another half dozen luxury condos
all over the world, but this place we had arrived at was the place that I
had regarded as "home" my entire life.

 So much more than a mansion it is really like an enclosed environment.

Originally built by my great grandfather Tucker, it had been added onto by
my grandfather and then modified further by my father.  So far thanks to
grief induced insanity, I hadn't really changed it much.

It sat on a hill nestled within a bit more than 200 acres of private fenced
in land most of which was allowed to remain in its natural state.  From the
gate, the winding tree lined driveway was just under ¾ of a mile long.
There was no wonder Sean was confused because you couldn't see the house
from the gate.

My great grandfather had named it "Joyous Gaurde" after Sir Lancelot's
castle in the King Arthur stories. After four generations, the name had
stuck.  I liked the place a lot and hoped that Sean would as well.

"Just wait." I said to him "It's up ahead a bit."

Once again, his little eyes popped open as the magnificent old place came
into view.

"Wow! You live HERE?!"

"We live here." I corrected him.

 The limo came to a stop at the house end of the oval drive. We walked
together up to the massive oak front door and it was opened by Walter my
butler who had been alerted of our arrival by a signal from the gate.

.

"Welcome home sir." He said formally as he took both my and Sean's
overnight bags and placed them on a wheeled caddy.

"Thank you Walter. This fine looking young man is Sean who as you know will
be staying with us for a good while.  I'm just making quick introductions
right now.  Tomorrow I'll ask you to gather all of the staff and we'll
formally meet.  In the meantime please take the baggage up to our rooms."
Sean and Walter shook hands and exchanged short greetings.

I guided Sean back into the house and as he "oohed "ahhed "and made
comments I realized that it was like seeing it new for the first time in my
life.

 I had grown up here and took it for granted. It really is magnificent.  I
couldn't help thinking what a wonderful gift this is going to be; seeing
the world as something bright and new through the eyes of this wonderful
little boy.

We walked quickly through some of the "public" parts of the house with me
quickly naming the rooms and briefly explaining what purpose they served.
"Some of these rooms are just for show and never really get used at all" I
told him.  "Maybe we should close them off and turn them into a Laser Tag
Arena."  He looked at me not certain as to whether I was joking or not.

"Now we're getting into the good parts...the section that we'll be spending
most of our time in." I said.

 "First, let's go to what is probably the most important room in the whole
place...the kitchen" we entered in to the large comfortable space that was
probably my favorite spot. Everything was neatly arranged and it just
always felt comfortable.  Except for regular appliance up-grades, the place
hadn't changed from when I was a child. As I'd hoped, Martha was there
fussing at the stove.

Martha Edwards had been with my family since before Kyle was born. She was
more than just the cook, she and Walter were in charge of the entire
household staff. They ran the place and did so very well.

She was like a grandmother or favorite Aunt to me and she had suffered and
agonized over my long period of drunken madness.  Even in my most wretched
state I was aware of the many times she had wept for me out of love and
despair.

"Mrs. Edwards, I've brought somebody for you to meet!"  I called out
knowing she hadn't heard us enter.

She spun around and her face lit up.

"You must be Sean!" she exclaimed clapping her hands together.  She rushed
to the boy, gathered him into her arms and hugged him tightly to her ample
bosom.  Since entering the NEST, Sean had experienced very little contact
with females but in this case instinct took over.  Martha was love,
protection and comfort wrapped up in one short plump package.  My little
boy sensed this at once and responded accordingly.

Still hugging the little guy to her and patting him like he was a puppy she
said to me;

"Eric you both go up and get changed and washed for diner.  This poor boy!
You've been dragging him all over the world today! I'm surprised he isn't
all worn out!"

She pushed Sean back from her and looked at him (she wasn't but a foot or
so taller than he was).

"Now tomorrow you and I are going to sit down and we'll talk about your
favorite things to eat so that I can plan my menus..."

"Don't get him started on that Martha he'll talk your ear off" I joked. "I
already know you'll do fine as long as you don't try to serve him broccoli."

Sean, who had been moving his attention between Martha and I trying to
follow the conversation suddenly broke into a large grin causing Martha to
bend down and kiss him on the forehead.

"Shoo the two of you!" she pretended to scold but before we could leave she
grabbed me into a tight long hug.

"He's beautiful." She whispered in my ear and then she kissed me on the
cheek and said;

"Welcome back to the world and to life Eric darling." As she turned back to
the stove I realized that she was crying.

"I've made this good woman cry a lot lately" I thought sadly to myself "but
now things will change...things will be better."

I shook my head slowly and though; we've only just gotten together and this
boy is already resurrecting me from death and madness.  For the first time
in over three years, life felt good...really and truly GOOD.

"Time to show you the bedrooms!" I said to Sean.  "Now , athletic young men
like us should be taking the stairs but...seeing as how this is your first
day, let's use the elevator."  I extended my hand, he took it without
hesitation and I led him down the hall.

When the elevator opened up onto the floor that I as a child had christened
"bed room land", Sean's eyes were again wide as saucers. I hope I don't
kill the poor little guy with so many shocks and surprises all in one day I
thought to myself.

I turned us to the right and we walked through the first door at the end of
the hall.

"This is your room." I said to him.

The room was very large with bright windows on the far wall.  At one end
was a queen-sized bed with lamps and side tables and at the other was the
active living section. A desk with a computer, a sitting area and a large
flat screen TV with two game systems hooked up (I didn't know which system
he was used to playing). There were bookshelves and display and storage
units for toys and sports gear. I'd had the room done up as I hoped an 11
year old boy would like. It must have been all right because he just gaped
as he explored muttering things like "how cool is this?" more to himself
than to me.

I sat down on one of the chairs in the small sitting area and said to him;

"Now Sean, we need to have a talk about a part of our relationship." I
indicated for him to sit on the chair opposite me which he did looking at
me intently.

"This is your room. It's your refuge. It's the place you can do your
homework it's the place that you can play it's the place you can be alone
and private whenever you want to but...it's not the place you will be
sleeping very often."

He gave me a confused look and I held out my hand for him and led him out
of the room and down the hall to my room.

What I called my "room" was really more like an apartment I let him look
around and then guided him to my large king-sized bed.  I picked him up and
dropped him onto the mattress.   He landed butt first and bounced a few
times and at first he looked concerned before realizing I was just playing
and he flashed me a big Sean smile.

"Most of the time you'll be sleeping here with me." I told him.  "Does that
bother you?"

He didn't hesitate.

"No Eric." He answered

"Honestly, I've never slept in a room by myself and I don't think I'd like
it very much."

 He sprawled out across the mattress on his back; arms and legs akimbo

"This will be great. This bed is so big my whole soccer team could sleep
here!"

I picked him up and hugged him.

"There's a great bathroom in your room, but mostly you'll be using the one
here in my room and its way better. Let me show you." I guided him into my
spa like ensuite.

It was a large masculine room all done in wood stone and rough tile.  It
was at the same time comfortable and luxurious.

 "This is the greatest shower I ever saw!" he exclaimed as he looked around
"And is that a swimming pool?"

"No, it's a bath tub" I said.

He peeked down into the large Jacuzzi tub and looked up at me with a grin.

"You know what Eric? I`ve never had a bath."

"What?" I exclaimed.

 "No, seriously all we have at the nest is showers I've been in a swimming
pool tons of times but I never took a bath in a bathtub."

"Well, since this seems to be a day of firsts for you, we'll have to give
you your first bath right after diner." I said.

"Speaking of that, we'd better get ready right now. We don't want Mrs.
Edwards sending out a search party for us."

Walter, knowing what the arraignments were going to be, had left Sean's
travel bag in my bed room. When we opened it I was a bit chagrined to find
it contained a toothbrush, two pair of underpants two pair of sports socks
and a sweat suit.  Shaking my head I said;

"I thought they'd at least pack a couple of changes for you Jeez!   First
thing tomorrow we're going into town and hook you up with a whole bunch of
clothes.  In the meantime, your track suit here will have to do." I tossed
the garments to him.

Without hesitation, he removed his shirt and pants, folded them neatly and
placed them on the top of a small occasional table near where he had
already placed his blazer. He stood there unabashed wearing nothing but a
pair of tiny white briefs.  The small garment clung to his shapely little
athlete's butt and I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  My cock instantly
got as hard as a rock.

He noticed me looking at him and he gave me the cutest little grin and
began pulling on his red sweat pants.

I quickly got undressed and changed into some old comfortable jeans and a
rust colored pull over Henley shirt.

"That's the end of today's dress code!" I said and he smiled back at me and
gave me a "thumbs up."

Together we headed down for diner.

There is a smallish eating area just off the kitchen that our family always
used to take our meals when the situation didn't require using the large
formal dining room and it was here that Martha served Sean and I our first
meal together.

 She had used her instincts and prepared her buttermilk fried chicken with
mashed potatoes, corn and homemade biscuits hot from the oven.  Sean wolfed
his diner down like it was his first meal in a week and happily accepted
when he was offered seconds.

 Apple pie for desert sent the whole meal over the top.

"Thank you Mrs. Edwards!  That was the best chicken I ever ate!" he
exclaimed.

 A beaming Martha leaned down kissed him on the top of his head and patted
his hand.

 I thought to myself ...my little 11 year old charmer may not have much
experience with women but he's sure learning fast. The kid's a natural.

As we were getting up from the table to move our dirty dishes to the
dishwasher, I noticed that Martha had withdrawn off to the corner and
appeared to be crying.

I swatted Sean gently on the butt and whispered;

"I'll meet you down by the elevator.  I've got to talk to Mrs. Edwards for
a minute." He scampered off down the hall and I walked over to Martha and
hugged her from the back.

"I'm so sorry Eric." She said "Watching him... listening to him talk...and that
wonderful appetite... and his smile and all...reminded me so much of Kyle."

I hugged her tightly for a few long minutes and then kissed her cheek and
said in a husky voice:

"He's not Kyle Martha.  He's Sean.  He's the little boy who I think was
sent by Heaven to save my life."  I kissed her again and walked away to
meet Sean at the elevator.

When we were in the big bathroom, I started the water in the tub and
adjusted the temperature to a hot but comfortable setting.  As the bath
began to fill it dawned on me what was about to happen.  I swallowed hard
and then trying to sound casual I said;

"Well, are you going to take a bath in your sweat suit?"

He giggled merrily and without giving it a thought, he shucked off the
sweat shirt and pants and folded them neatly before laying them aside.
He'd already kicked off his sneakers and now sat at the edge of the tile
tub surround pulling off his socks.

 In another second he stood up and without hesitation he pulled down his
underpants and stepped out of them.

"This boy hasn't even got a pretense of modesty" I thought to myself. I
mulled that over analytically and realized that he had been raised in a
totally male environment.  Body shame and embarrassment over being nude was
not only unnecessary, it would be impractical. It was a concept that was
probably completely foreign to him.

 I'd dreamed about having him naked and now suddenly; here he was.  I
devoured him with my eyes.

Unlike many boys his age, he didn't have any lingering baby fat on him.  He
was round in all the right places but this was due to developing muscle
because of his athletic nature.   He was thin but well fleshed...he'd never
really gone hungry in his life.

His little brown nipples were less than the size of a shirt button and my
eyes traveled down to his cute little "innie" belly button.

Not surprisingly, there was absolutely no hair on his body.  His little
penis had been circumcised I noted with a bit of surprise as I didn't think
that was being done much anymore. His scrotum was small and tight.  I was
right in my original assessment that puberty was still in this boy's
distant future.

  He knew I was looking at him and it didn't bother him at all in fact, he
spread his arms out from his sides and playfully turned around so that I
could see him from all angles.  When his small perfect little round ass
came into view I couldn't help but smile because it was so white in
contrast to the rest of his tanned body.

I just looked and swallowed he was so perfect in every detail I couldn't
speak.

"Am I alright?" I was suddenly aware that he was speaking to me.  "Am I
alright for you Eric?"

"What do you mean `are you alright'?" I asked emerging from my stupor.

"The big kids always tell us that clients like to see their NEST Boys
without their clothes on.  Am I alright?"

I just shook my head slowly and walked up to him. I gently placed one hand
behind his head and ran the fingers of the other hand slowly up and down
his silky smooth adorable little butt.

He didn't move...he just looked into my eyes and I leaned in and kissed him
gently almost chastely on his perfect lips.

"In a voice scarcely louder than a whisper I said:

"Alright?  Little man, you are perfect. You're just what I wanted you to be.

Before he could react, I scooped him up and placed him tenderly in the
steaming bath. He broke into a gigantic smile, closed his eyes and slid
down into the water until just his head was above the surface

"Enjoy Sean." I said... still too enthralled to do much else.

(to be continued)



Yes you patient readers, as Sean says, there will be some "sex stuff" in
part 4.

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