Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 08:27:56 -0400
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Young-but Daily Growing-Part 5

Young-But Daily Growing-Part  5

By Eff Del

There is a thing that occurs in the transition between sleep to wakefulness
when the mind is slowly slipping into full function...there are a few brief
moments when the senses have complete control.

I was aware through my closed eyelids that it was light.  This awareness
sparked the birth of a half thought in my emerging consciousness:

"It must be morning".

My body was relaxed and I was breathing normally. I sent out mental feelers
and detected no pain, no stiffness or tension just calmness.

 I was hearing nothing...it wasn't that there was silence; silence doesn't
exist in the real world ... we just learn to tune out all the millions of
little noises that surround us every second so we can concentrate on the
big important ones.  I wasn't hearing anything important right now.

I sensed before actually feeling, a weight upon my stomach and a second
half thought rose to the surface of my mind:

 "I have to pee".

I willed myself awake and when I opened and focused, I was staring into a
pair of dancing blue/green eyes and a stunning radiant smile.

He was sitting on my belly,  little legs straddled my torso and he was
leaning forward hands resting on my chest looking down at me with his cute
nose less than two inches from mine.

"Morning! Morning! "He enthused.

"Eric isn't it great? This is our first morning that we woke up together!
It's my first morning in your house! Cool huh? Oh wait..." he leaned in
further and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

 "... Sorry I almost forgot. We're supposed to practice. "

He was sitting and he was talking and so, being Sean, he was wiggling.

My brain received an urgent message from my bladder to wit;

"THIS is not a good idea."

I smiled at him and said; "Morning yourself little sack of sugar!" and I
sat up and threw him over my shoulder as I had last night...his head down my
back and his ass in the air...just as if he was in fact a burlap sack filled
with some precious grain.

 I grasped his ankles and strode rapidly into the bathroom with him
giggling out a series of loud mock protests over this "not fair" treatment.

I sat him down on the granite vanity top which chilled his naked little
ass...or so he squealed but I ignored his complaint and yielding to my urgent
need turned my full attention to the task at hand...or more properly; took it
in hand.

It is my belief that the male body never exudes a more massive rush of
relief and gratitude than it does when taking a much needed and too long
delayed piss. I sighed long and hard as the exquisit comfort of release
over-took me.

"Man...you really had to go huh?" he observed from his perch on the vanity.
"I needed to go when I woke up and you were asleep so I just got out of
bed, came in here and went.

Then I came back into bed but you were still asleep so... I decided to sit
and wait for you to wake up." He seemed rather proud of his little
adventure.

I grinned at him.  "And I suppose that I was the handiest thing to sit on
while you were waiting?"

He nodded his head vigorously in agreement.

"Uh huh. I hadda be able to see when your eyes got open so I'd know you
were awake."

I walked over to him, grabbed him gently by the back of his head.

 "Wait a second..." and kissed I him lovingly.

"Sorry...practice...I almost forgot too."

I was rewarded by a glorious Sean smile.

My mind was racing as I gazed at my beautiful boy.  In all of his morning
chatter, he had not so far mentioned the intimacy we had shared last night.

 I was filled with conflicting emotions of guilt and joy and had been
certain it would be the first thing he would have wanted to talk about.

Suddenly, I realized that it was a momentous occurrence only for me. For me
it had been the crossing of an emotional and moral Rubicon.  It was nothing
of the sort for him.

He had been raised in the unique environment of The NEST and wasn't
burdened with the baggage of fear and taboo that society in general loads
us up with during childhood.

Sean was completely unaware of the evils of the world.  He was a happy
innocent.

I had told him during the journey home that he could trust me and that I'd
never hurt him and that was good enough for him.

 It wasn't mature "good faith" on his part; it was honest acceptance pure
and simple.  He took me at my word because nothing that had ever happened
to him in his life had given him a reason not to.

To my wonderful little Sean, the fellatio I had performed last night was no
big deal.  It was a fun experience just as the ride in my jet and
everything else that had happen since yesterday had been. It was neither
more nor less important. It just "was".

I made a solemn vow to myself that I would never do anything to betray or
take advantage of such complete and purely given trust.

In my mind I quickly changed gears.

"Come on" I said lifting him down from the counter top and grasping his
hand.

 "You're REALLY going to like the shower."

My shower is beyond a doubt the most sybaritic thing in all of Joyous
Gaurde.

 Big enough to accommodate at least five people (though it never had) it is
done in natural stone and neutral grey and earth toned tile.  The three
walls each have granite benches for sitting or reclining and there are
multiple shower heads strategically placed for maximum coverage. All but
the rain simulating shower heads in the ceiling are adjustable for
different types and intensity of spray. Three of these can be detached from
their mounting brackets and converted into hand held units. There was not
one thing in the entire shower complex that could be deemed to be purely
utilitarian.  It was totally over the top luxury and I loved it.

I had Sean stand back a bit as I adjusted things for a comfortably hot
water temperature and a useful but entertaining variety of sprays.

 There are high quality speakers recessed into the ceiling of the shower.
The sound system draws from a massive library of MP3s stored on its hard
drive.  I tapped the controls in the wall and the area was filled with
music. I hadn't pre-planned or chosen anything but I was happy with the
randomly selected music I was hearing.

I remembered our long discussion about music in the limo yesterday.

"Let's see how good you are little man" I said as I gently guided him into
the spraying water. "Can you tell me what music that is playing right now?"

He grinned with a mixture of little boy cockiness and pleasure and said;

"Way too easy Eric. Way too easy.

That's a Italian opera called "Turandot" and the song is called "Nesson
dorma"." (He'd pronounced both titles perfectly).

 I was smiling appreciatively and he was joyfully hopping/dancing under the
water wiggling his cute little ass and wagging his index finger at me as if
he were a professor delivering a lecture.

"And...and..you know what else? It was written by a Italian guy called
Puccini...and... you know what else? It was his last thing he wrote cause he
died while he was writing it. And...and you know what ELSE? Some other guy
finished it for him but he didn't know because he was already dead!"

 He spread his hands matter- of- factly , cocked his hip like a little
pixie and giggled.

"Bravo! Bravo" I laughed clapping my hands.  He grinned one of his electric
grins and took a deep bow. The entire spectacle was hugely enhanced of
course by the fact that he was completely naked during the entire
"performance".  I couldn't decide which I enjoyed more; his stunning little
dissertation or the vision of his animated little body. Both I thought...both.

"OK now it's time to clean up this stinky boy!" He grinned as I guided him
under the big overhead showers and adjusted several of the side ones in
order to soak him well.

This was obviously too much fun and while I was adjusting he was dancing
and pirouetting under the streaming water singing along with the music.

This particular piece was written for a tenor, but, his lovely little boy
soprano voice wasn't at all out of place.

He sang as if he'd forgotten I was there or as if that didn't matter and as
the music came to its dramatic conclusion, he turned to me slowly wearing
his best "Luciano Pavarotti" expression and  spreading his arms wide
dramatically sang;

"Tramontate, stelle!

Tramontate, stelle!

All'alba vinceṛ!

vinceṛ, vinceṛ! "

"Sean! That was beautiful!" I exclaimed.  "Do you know what you were
singing?"

"Yeah, I just told you it's called `Nesson dorma' and..."

"No, no. I meant do you know what the words mean?"

"Nah. It's some Italian stuff I don't know but I really really like the
song."

I thought to myself; "I could have spoken those words last night and I
translated them for him;

 `go down you stars!

 Go down you stars!

Comes the dawn I will win!

 I will win! I will win!'."

 Dawn HAD come and I HAD won. This beautiful remarkable little boy had
shared my bed, had allowed me the pleasure of his private body...of his very
self and this morning he still seemed happy and excited to be with me.

My dark stars had set, this boy had come to save my life.  I will win and
so will he I promised myself.

I forcibly broke from my revere and turned back to the reality of here and
now.

"Step out of the spray a minute little man and let me soap you up."

He came to me and I lifted him up so that he was standing on one of the
benches.

 I placed a generous glob of my very luxurious body wash into the palm of
each hand and began to slowly lather his perfect little body.  His skin was
so sleek and smooth. I could feel the young muscles and bone underneath as
I worked the soapy liquid over him.

 I worked my hands in a swirling caressing motion over every inch of him
enthralled by the tactile pleasure of touching him so intimately.

 I caressed his little genitals lovingly; both hands swirling around his
balls and softly tugging, circling his sweet little penis. I noticed his
eyes were closed and a soft smile adorned his face.

 I moved my hands behind him and massaged the cleansing lather up and down
and across his exquisite buttocks and with the fingers of one hand I
carefully slid down into the crack between them.  He made no move of
protest and so I continued slowly until my fingers brushed the tight little
pucker that was his tiny rosebud. Softly and slowly I stroked and soaped
this most private of his parts.

Eventually though reluctantly, I moved my hands away and told him in a
husky voice;

"Keep your eyes closed little man. I'm going to wash your hair." I took a
proper dollop of rich shampoo and worked it into his thick beautiful hair
creating great luxurious lather.

"Rinse time!" I said as I lifted him down from the bench and guided him
back under the multiple sprays of water.

I had the various shower heads adjusted so that his entire body was met by
the undulating water all at once.  He squealed and giggled with glee as the
white foam was swept away from his body by the sprays.

"Now I do you." He said leading me by the hand out of the cascading water..
He stood up on the bench pulling me close and worked his soapy little hands
over my back and chest in perfect mimicry of how I had washed him.

Hopping back down from the bench he lathered my legs and butt and then my
cock and balls.  As I suspected it would, my cock sprang to attention at
once as his little hands worked the soap around it.

He made no mention of my sudden erection nor did he display any special
attitude regarding this part of me as opposed to another. Instead he
finished lathering my body and then climbed back up onto the bench and
worked shampoo into my hair.

I rinsed off in the spray with him standing next to me skin to skin. Both
of us laughing and smiling encompassed in shared happiness and contentment,

After we'd dried off and gone back into the bedroom I told him to put his
white shirt and tan slacks from yesterday on for now.

"We'll get you all fixed up with clothes after we have breakfast and you
meet the staff." I said as I brushed his wonderful shining black hair.

Brushed and dressed we walked side by side down the staircase and into the
kitchen.

"Morning Mrs. Edwards!" Sean exclaimed as he rushed up to her and gave her
a hug.

(How does he know this is the "right" thing to do?)

"Good morning precious boy." She said smiling and kissing him. "Who's that
you brought down with you? Eric I didn't think you remembered that there
was such a thing as breakfast."

I didn't bother to protest, she had me dead to rights; I just bent down and
kissed her.

Martha escorted us to the table and when we were seated, a huge platter of
pancakes was placed before us.  Sean also received a large glass of orange
juice and a larger glass of milk.  I on the other hand gratefully accepted
a small tomato juice and a steaming cup of coffee.

I ate a decent stack of pancakes by anyone's standards but Sean wreaked
havoc on the bulk of the platter. "How can such a little boy put away so
much food?" I thought to myself.

 Martha in the meanwhile just stood by smiling broadly as she watched the
little eating machine at work.

I sat sipping my coffee savoring the exquisite Kona blend that my family
has always had shipped in exclusively for our pleasure while Sean (between
mouthfuls) kept up a running commentary for Martha about how GREAT her
pancakes were, how neat the bathtub was last night and what a COOL shower
there was upstairs...and oh yea, these pancakes are REALLY great.

 I was relieved that he didn't comment about the "sex stuff" to her.

"Discretion must be drummed into their little heads early at the NEST" I
thought to myself.

While we were finishing up, Walter came in and advised me that he had the
entire staff assembled in the solarium to meet Sean.

Before we left with him Sean went to Martha and hugs and kisses were
exchanged again.

As we followed Walter to the solarium I reflected on the fact that this
could be a bit embarrassing for me.  Joyous Gaurde is a huge place and it
requires a large staff.  For the past three years I had been such a
disgusting mess that I knew very few of our people by name.  I only
remembered the key folks who performed the most important functions and who
had been with the family when my parents were still alive.

To most of the other staff I was just a name and someone they may have seen
skulking around from time to time.

Walter had them standing in a very informal formation and he must have been
reading my mind because rather than deferring to me to make the
introductions, he stepped before the assembled staff with his hand on
Sean's shoulder gently leading the boy to stand beside him..

"Ladies and gentlemen" he said "As you all know, we shall have the good
fortune to have a guest with us for the next year.  I know you will happily
offer Master Sean every courtesy and provide him with your usual impeccable
service."

He guided Sean from person to person providing introduction and a brief
description of that person's job function in the household.  I smiled with
pride as my little boy looked each person in the eye, smiled and shook
hands.  I noticed that he contrived to have something personal to say to
each and every one of them and the buildup of approval became palpable in
the room.

I located John in the assembled group and motioned him over to me.

"Bring the limo around back when this is over John; we've got to make a
trip to town."

When Walter had dismissed the staff, I led Sean to a door at the back of
the house that I had always thought of as "the family door". It led to a
flagstone walkway that meandered around a small garden and then to the
private car park and long garage building.

John was waiting to open the limo door.

"Your destination today sir?" he asked.

We're going the Strothers John. To buy the Emperor some new clothes!"

My clever little boy rewarded John and I with a Sean smile as he hopped
into the car.

When I had slid in next to him he leaned over close to me and whispered
with a giggle;

"I thought I was wearing the Emperor's new clothes this morning." I
squeezed him and giggled myself.

"Someone knows his Hans Christian Andersen eh?" He giggled again nodding
his head.

As the limo was making its way toward the gate and then the open road, I
turned to Sean.

"Now, little man, let's get serious. We've got an important decision to
make about you."  This got his attention at once.

"It's almost the end of January and most schools have been back in session
for a few weeks now.

 I know the schooling schedule at the Nest isn't so formal and works on a
more personalized basis but your education is of prime concern to me. Your
grades are too excellent to let anything interfere with your progress.
Besides, I never intended for this to be a yearlong holiday for you little
man. "(I smiled at his confused look...he still hasn't caught on to my sense
of humor.)

"I've come up with two possibilities and I want to know your feelings.
Just remember that we're friends and I really want what's best for you.

First off, there is Chesterfield. That's a very excellent private boy's
school located close enough that John can drive you there every morning and
pick you up in the afternoon. You'd receive a first class education and be
able to participate on their athletic teams.  You'd have the opportunity to
make friends and interact with other kids.

 The drawbacks would be that you'd be gone the entire school day and of
course, you'd be coming in at the middle of the term.  You're a good enough
student that I don't feel that in itself would be a problem.

The second choice would be a private tutor who would work with you right at
Joyous Gaurde.

The benefits would be a curriculum structured specifically around you which
isn't all that unlike the education you've been receiving at the NEST.
Also because it would be your own private program, your `school day'
wouldn't be nearly as long and would be much more flexible leaving us more
time to do things together.

The negatives that I see would be a lack of interaction with other kids and
no organized sports like there would be available if you attended
Chesterfield.

I think we could easily overcome that problem by enrolling you in the Deer
Run Athletic Club which I am a member of. It has a number of youth teams in
a variety of sports.

What do you think?"

I knew that little brain was working fast and furious because he was
wiggling in his seat.

Finally, he spoke:

"Eric, sincerely that Chesterfield school sounds very COOL but... if you
REALLY want to know what I think, what I think is that I just got here.

 I've always been in a place with other kids since I was a little kid.  I
want to have time to do things like you said we'd do. I like the number two
choice.  Is that OK?"

"Sounds like a plan to me little man. I've got just the guy in mind to help
us with that. I'll call him when we get back home.

 It's almost the weekend so let's not talk about school anymore. We've got
other stuff to do." I reached over and pulled him toward me and ruffled his
hair.

Strothers is one of those wonderful stores that by some miracle still exist
in this cookie cutter over franchised world.

Owned and run by the third generation of the same family, it carries an
extraordinary line of men's and boy's clothing and furnishings.  I don't
think I've worn very much in my life that hadn't come from Strothers. They
sold great stuff that was also quite fashionable... not just frumpy "old
people" clothes.

We were greeted by Jacob Struthers himself.  Jacob was third generation
Strothers and the family was working him into the position of General
Manager; a job I knew he will excel at.

I introduced him to Sean and explained that we needed a complete wardrobe.

"Eric, you know we're always happy to take as much of your money as we can
get." He joked.

"Sean come with me and let's let Albert take your measurements."  I smiled
as my baffled little boy was escorted to a corner of the store and stood up
on the short stool while Albert skillfully worked the tape all up, down and
around his body...calling out numbers to Jacob who, pad in hand, wrote them
down."

In the ensuing two hours poor little Sean must have felt like he had
stepped into a hurricane. He'd probably never put on and taken off so much
clothing in his entire young life.

  When we were finished we had my boy all outfitted with everything
packaged and bagged except for his tailored pieces which wouldn't be ready
for a week.

My only regret was that Jacob had talked me out of "tighty whitey" briefs
for the boy's underwear and into the more stylish boxer briefs like I wore
myself.

"Oh well" I thought whimsically "I suppose I can always change my mind
later (if I decide I don't like the view)".

Sean stepped out of the store wearing comfortable dark jeans that hugged
his little ass like they were made for him, a plain black tee shirt and a
dark blue fisherman's knit crew neck sweater that stunningly played against
his jet black hair and blue/green eyes .  On his feet were oxblood and tan
boots that I felt looked cute as hell on him.

 All in all, I thought he was more gorgeous that ever...if that was even
possible.

We decided to have lunch in town. John joined us for hamburgers and we
shared large orders of fries, onion rings and a large salad at Deegan's'- a
local place that made the best burgers.

While we ate, Sean gave us both a running commentary on his Strothers
experience.

"Somebody snuck in last night and stole my quiet shy little boy from
yesterday." I thought to myself as I sipped on my beer.

When we returned to Joyous Gaurde, and the staff had grabbed our packages,
I left Sean up in his room to "supervise"  the staff putting away all of
his new clothing while I ducked downstairs into my study to call Dr.
Richard Swaim about Sean's tutoring.

 As I often did every time a placed a call like this, I mused over the fact
that it was so "old fashioned" that I still used land lines when at home.

Perhaps it was, but somehow using old school telephones just seemed right
in this place.

There was no answer so I left a message asking him to call me back.

Taking the elevator back up to "bedroom land", I found Sean sitting on his
bed looking a bit shell shocked.

"Boy we got a lotta clothes today. How am I gonna ever wear them all?"

"Oh I bet you'll work that out." I took Sean's hand. "Come on little man,
I'll show you more of the house."

We walked together side by side as I pointed out my favorite rooms: the
well-stocked library, the game room with both billiard and pocket pool
tables and the media center (which I hadn't used since the onslaught of my
madness).

Sean had some interesting comment about each room and I reveled in seeing
it all through his innocent wondering eyes. "The world is a bright shining
toy to him " I thought "and I get to play with it too-as long as I'm with
him."

Eventually we came to an alcove off of the main hallway that (before the
tragedy) Kyle and I had called; "Father's Alter".

 It was the place where my father had proudly displayed every award, plaque
and trophy Kyle and I had ever won. It was on the "must see" list for every
special visitor father had to the house.

 Looking at the displays for the first time in three years, even I was
impressed. This little anteroom was filled with proud memories.  Sean
examined the displays almost reverently eventually pointing to a very large
trophy set on a high shelf in what might be considered the position of
honor.

"What's that one?" he asked (because it was placed too high for him to be
able to read the inscription).

I put an arm on his shoulder and hugged him to me.

"That's Kyle's. He won it when he was 13. It's the State swimming
Championship.  He would have won it again the next year if he hadn't..."

Sean looked up at me and squeezed me tightly around the waist.

I quickly led him further down the hall and down a small flight of stairs.

He was ecstatic when he saw the indoor swimming pool and the adjoining
gym.  He was literally jumping up and down.

"Can we go swimming later Eric? I LOVE swimming!"

"Of course we can little man." I said hugging him to me with one arm.
"Let's just finish the `tour' then we can do whatever you want."

We strolled down a long hall and I showed him my study/office.

"If you're ever looking for me and can't find me anyplace, you'll probably
find me in here." I told him "Now come on, I'll show you something neat!"

The music room truly was `something neat' .  The entire room was carpeted
and paneled and fixtured in order to create as near perfect acoustics as
could be achieved in such a space.

My grandfather had been an accomplished violinist and the music room had
been one of his pet projects.

The magnificent Steinway grand was the centerpiece of the room but glass
fronted cases with other instruments lined the walls.  There was everything
here; percussion, winds, brass and strings. Comfortable chairs and
occasional table were distributed throughout the room.

 My little music "expert" was more than impressed he was awed.

"Do you play any of these Eric?" he asked.

"Mostly I play this." I said as I walked over to the piano and sat at the
bench.  I ran my fingers over the keys and began playing before giving it
much thought.

Sean stood by me and he was smiling with pleasure. I stopped and looked at
him.

"That was Chopin." He said absently putting his little hand on my shoulder
and looking intently at me.

"The 'Raindrop Prelude' I think."

I realized with amazement that was in fact what I had been playing."

"How did you know that Sean?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just love music and if I hear it and I like it, I just
remember it   I like Chopin a lot. I wish you would play some more."

"Any time you want little man." I said- my throat catching with emotion.

 "Do you play an instrument Sean?"

"I played the guitar at the NEST but they wouldn't let me bring it with me
cause they said it wasn't mine to take" he said with a somewhat melancholy
look.

For a moment, I thought that my heart was going to stop and I had to wait
before I could speak. I walked over to one of the large cabinets and opened
it withdrawing a dusty black case which I carried over to the table and
opened with trembling hands.

"T-this was Kyle's." I said in a cracked voice...I was terrified I was going
to break into tears and frighten the poor little boy.

"He loved playing and singing. I would...I would sometimes sit and listen to
him for hours."  I lifted the instrument out of the case and held it out to
the wide eyed boy.

It was a beautiful instrument.  It was a Martin 0018.  It had been crafted
in 1952 and had been Kyle's pride and joy.

The sound box was smaller than Martin's famous dreadnaught models but the
quality of the wood and Martin's famous strutting system caused it to
produce a surprisingly loud and gloriously rich sound.

All though it was an adult's instrument the neck was thinner than a full
sized guitar's  this combined with the smaller body made it perfect for a
child's smaller hands and shorter arms.

Sean took the instrument from me and caressed the sound board lovingly
obviously recognizing and appreciating what a fine thing it was.

"We'll have to put new stings on it. Those must be quite old because
they're from..." I caught myself and didn't say: `before Kyle was killed'.

Just then Walter entered the room and saved me from myself.

"Doctor Richard Swaim is returning your phone call sir.  I've had it
transferred to the telephone in your study."

"Thank you Walter.  I'll be right back Sean you wait right here."

Doctor Swaim was a well-known educator with and impressive resume, half
dozen books and three PBS specials to his credit.  He had worked with my
father on a couple of long term projects which resulted in him spending a
great deal of time here at Joyous Gaurde. We had all come to know him quite
well.

He had delivered one of the eulogies at the family funeral.

 He was now retired but rumor had it he was working on another book.

I explained  about Sean and what I was looking for regarding his education
and asked if he could recommend a person or persons who might fit the bill
as tutor.

"Eric Tucker you cut me to the quick." He said.

 "Why not me?  I'm not that old you know."

For a moment I was speechless and then, not believing my luck, I accepted
his offer at once.  We agreed that he would arrive at Joyous Gaurde early
Monday afternoon.

I hurried down the hall to share the news with Sean.

As I approached the music room, the air was filled with the most magical
sounds.

Delicate but intricate guitar arpeggios accompanied a sweet high crystal
clear voice.  I knew the song and I knew the words but I was stunned by the
performance.

He was sitting bent over the instrument the fingers of his right hand
quickly and rhythmically plucking and brushing at the strings as the
fingers of his left hand moved delicately and complexly along the ebony
fret board.

"...And I know I'll never lose affection

 For people and things that went before

 I know I'll often stop and think about them

 In my life I loved you more

 In my life I loved you more"*

I stood there frozen... unable to speak. He brushed his right thumb lightly
down the strings in one final movement and looked up noticing me there for
the first time.  He gave me a questioning little smile.

I finally managed to breathe; "Kyle...that was absolutely beautiful!"

All expression left his face.  He sat there for a few moments then he stood
up, walked slowly to the table, placed the guitar carefully in its case and
closed it.

He was standing with his back to me.

Perplexed, I walked over to him, put a hand on his shoulder and turned him
around.

Tears were streaming down his beautiful little face.

With his lower lip quivering he looked up at me with a sad intensity and
said;

"I'm Sean...You called me Kyle.""

(To be continued)

Thanks for all your great input and encouragement thus far. All
constructive comments are very very welcome.

Please remember  NIFTY needs your support.

*There are places I Remember- by Lennon/McCartney