Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2010 15:06:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Vincent Vincent <not_your_typical_master@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fagboy & Fagdad, Part 3

First, the disclaimers.  THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.  The narrative that
follows did not happen to me or to anyone else I know.  The characters in
the story, like myself, are all of legal age.  Don't contact Me to meet
these slaves.  DO contact Me if you want to become one of these slaves.
<smirk> Also contact me with any praise, criticism, or suggestions.  All
feedback is good.

Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 3

Tyler was glad he made the decision to update his home.  The changes were
substantial: tearing down a couple of walls to combine the living room,
dining room, and the kitchen into a great room, removing the third bedroom
to expand the other two, and to update the kitchen and baths.  It probably
would have been easier to sell this place and buy a new home, but given the
current housing market, this was a lot less complicated.  Fortunately,
Tyler owned the home outright; the "silver lining" to his wife's death was
that they'd both heavily insured each other should something like that
happened.  Her death was sudden and unexpected; the docs said sometimes
these things "just happen."  But it had taken Ty a few years to be able to
accept it and move on.  Redoing the house was a means to that end.

Tyler and his wife had married right out of high school, and Ryan was born
when Ty was 19.  So they'd pretty much grown up together and in some
respects they acted more like brothers than father and son.  They had both
been devastated from her death and both felt fortunate that they had each
other to count on.  Although they were always close, these past few years
had given them an even deeper sense of trust and concern for each other and
they'd come adept at both giving each other emotional support and to
provide a little extra space when needed.  They had a good home together
and Tyler was reluctant to risk upsetting the rhythms that had set them in
synch.  But the time had come where they both felt the need to aim toward
the future while still accepting their past.  And so came the desire to
restructure their home.

Tyler was equally glad he'd taken a co-worker's recommendation and
contacted Alexi.  He was very professional, knowledgeable about his craft,
and it seemed no matter what ideas Ty had tossed out there, Alexi's
instinct wasn't to say "no", but to say "how".  Always finding a way to
make things happen.

Alexi also had a very calming confidence.  As issues came up, he didn't
just report the problem, but also had at least one workable solution.  Like
finding there were load-bearing beams in the wall separating the kitchen
from the dining room.  Solution: make it a short wall, waist high, and keep
the beams as pillars rising from the wall.  It was perfect.

Tyler became quite comfortable just leaving the details in Alexi's hands.
And although their home was far from finished, things were progressing well
and Tyler became increasingly comfortable having Alexi around.  It was
great seeing Ryan, his otherwise shy son, becoming friends with Alexi as
well.  Tyler often invited the contractor to share dinner with them, and he
was delighted every time Alexi agreed.  It was a wonderful experience to
cook dinner and have it set out for Alexi when he was ready.  A way of
saying thanks.  It was over one such meal, just the two of them because
Ryan was out with a couple of his friends, that Alexi asked Tyler for a
favor.

"Listen, Ty.  My folks will be coming into town next week.  I usually put
them up at my place, but this time they're bringing along extended family
from Moscow and I'm going to have to give up my room as well.  If I work
over the weekend, would it be ok if I put a sleeping bag over in the
corner..."

"Of course not.  I'd love to have you here, Alexi, but a sleeping bag?  No.
I've got a king-size bed and a twin-sized me.  Take the other half of the
bed.  Plenty of room.  And you don't need to work over the weekend; after
all, your family's here to see you, right?"

"Thanks, but Ty, I tend to take a lot of room in a bed.  Every time a woman
spends the night with me, she calls me a `bed hog.' And as for the family,
I didn't say I was eager to see *them* . "

"Take all the time and room you need, buddy.  For all the work you're doing
here, it's the least I can do."  Ty liked having Alexi around; he'd sleep
on the sofa if he had to.

The Friday night came when Alexi was staying over.  Tyler hadn't recognized
it, but he'd thought about little else over the past few days.  He stopped
on the way home for some Chinese food and had just laid everything out on
the table.  Alexi walked in, chest and arms bare.  "I'm really sorry, Ty.
I spilled turpentine on my shirt and had to take it off.  I didn't think to
bring a change of clothes with me today, which is kinda stupid since I'll
be here for awhile.  Would you mind if I toss the shirt in the wash while
we eat?"

Ty couldn't take his eyes away from Alexi's upper body.  It wasn't sexual,
he told himself; he just admired that kind of physical presence and power.
"Um, sure, I'll take care of it.  Here, eat, before it gets cold.  Anything
else you want washed?"

"Well, it seems kind of stupid to waste all that water on a T-shirt."
Alexi stripped down and gave all his clothes to Tyler.  "Thanks so much for
doing this."  He then sat down and helped himself to dinner while Tyler
started the wash, unable to get the image of Alexi's muscular body out of
his head

He came back to find Alexi using the other two chairs as footrests.  "It
feels nice to be able to stretch out my legs.  Why don't you just sit over
there, " Alexi suggested, nodding toward the short wall opposite, "and wait
for the clothes to finish?  After all, you don't want them staying in the
washer all damp."

Something should have gone off in Tyler's head.  He was being asked (well,
told, really) to sit on the floor while his houseguest used all three
chairs to eat dinner.  But it really was no problem.  After all, sitting on
the floor where Alexi suggested would give him no reason to look anywhere
else but at Alexi's naked body.  And Tyler didn't want to look anywhere
else.  So he walked over to the short wall and dropped.  Watching Alexi
eat.  Waiting, in case he needed anything.

"Ty, my beer's getting low.  Should I just get one from the fridge?"

"No, please, let me get it for you."  Ty jumped up and took care of it.

"Nice, thanks."  Alexi smiled.  "A guy could get used to this."  Something
about the way Alexi said that made Ty's insides tingle.  He sat back on the
floor and kept staring at Alexi.  He realized that Alexi knew he was
staring and he started to blush.  Alexi smiled and kept on eating.  That
was all the validation Tyler needed; his cock started to throb and swell.
It wasn't a hard-on exactly.  This wasn't about sex; it was something else,
something Tyler didn't yet understand.

"Tyler, I think the washing machine's done."  Without another word, Ty got
up and moved the clothes into the dryer.  He came back and sat back on the
floor.

"By the way, Ty, where's your son this evening?"

"I figured you'd want some quiet, so I suggested he spend the night
studying with some friends."

"Well, that was very kind of you, Ty.  You really know how to take care of
a guy."  Again, just something in the way Alexi used his words.  Ty
realized he liked taking care of him.  Doing things for him.  Making him
feel good.  There was only one thing to say and Tyler said it without even
thinking, sitting on the floor looking up at Alexi.

"It's my pleasure, Sir."  Saying it, Tyler took a step back in his brain,
trying to figure out just what was going on inside.  He was honest: it was
a pleasure.  He enjoyed this.  It felt incredibly right to let Alexi take
charge and just do what Alexi wanted.  He trusted Alexi, he felt
comfortable with Alexi's confidence and ease.  There was nothing skittish
or hesitant about guys like Alexi.  There was a kind of validation in being
able to make him happy that Tyler had never felt before.

Tyler was so busy trying to work through all this that he was startled by
the dryer buzzer.  Getting Alexi's clothes out of the dryer, he folded them
and brought them back into the kitchen. He saw Alexi's plate on the floor
where Ty had been stationed, with the rest of the take-out on it.  Clearly,
Ty's dinner.  Alexi was in the living room, watching TV.  Ty put Alexi's
clothes on the table and went to the drawer to get himself some silverware.

"There's no need to dirty up another knife and fork, is there, Ty?"

"I guess not."  Ty slunk down to the floor and ate the tepid leftover
Chinese food using his hands.  He was surprised to find his heart beating a
little harder and faster, his cock getting a little harder.  He ate
quickly, loaded up the dishwasher, and joined Alexi in the living room.
Alexi was in the middle of the sofa.  "Here are your clothes."

"Just put them in the bedroom, Ty.  I'm pretty comfortable right now."  Ty
quickly padded off to the bedroom, put Alexi's clothes on his dresser and
rejoined him in the living room.

Alexi sat in the middle of the couch.  Ty could sit in one of the side
chairs or take one of the couch seats adjacent to Alexi.  He really wanted
the latter, but didn't think Alexi would like that.  The thing was, though,
the side chairs were on either side of the TV.  Sitting in one of them
would mean watching Alexi instead of watching TV with him.  But there
really wasn't much choice if he didn't want to displease Alexi; he sat in a
side chair and watched the man who was clearly taking charge.  During a
commercial break, Alexi brought up his leg and scratched himself on his
upper thigh.  Tyler couldn't believe he heard himself moan.  Alexi chuckled
without ever looking away from the TV.

"Ty, is there another beer for me in the fridge?"  Ty got up, got the beer
for Alexi, and sat back down in the side chair.

"You know, Ty, as comfortable as I am right now, I really should put on
something.  What if Ryan were to come home for some reason?"  Tyler started
to walk across to the bedroom.  "No, don't do that.  They're all the way
over there.  You and I are about the same size.  Just give me what you're
wearing.  This way my clothes will be fresh for tomorrow."

Tyler saw the flaw in that logic.  Coming home and seeing his father naked
would be no less weird than seeing Alexi naked.  But logic wasn't a
concern.  Ty took off his shirt and handed it to Alexi.  Fortunately it was
a loose-fitting business shirt.  Alexi put it on but left it unbuttoned so
it would fit without tearing.  Ty unzipped his pants and peeled them off,
handing them to Alexi.  Alexi waited for more.

"My shorts, too?"

"Of course.  You don't want my dirty ass in your pants, do you?"

"But, I'm ....."

"What?  We're just two guys here, Ty.  I'm sure it's nothing I haven't seen
before.  Just fuckin' take off your shorts."

"Yes, Sir."  Ty's now full erection was in plain view.  Alexi laughed.

"Yeah, I probably don't want to wear shorts you've been leaking in all
night, queerboy.  I'll just keep these on the coffee table under my feet
and wear your pants bareback.  Go back to your seat, faggot."

Tyler sat down.  "Um, Alexi, I'm not gay."

Alexi shrugged at Ty's erection while putting on his pants.  "Yeah, sure.
That's some erection you've got there for a straight guy."  Ty didn't know
what to say at this point so he just quietly sat, recognizing but not
understanding the hunger that was eating away inside him.