Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2005 17:43:28 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: "Samurai Inc. 29" t/t, oral,.anal.

Samurai Inc. 29
By David
M/t, oral, anal, bondage

Author's Notes: This story is fiction.  All characters with the exception
of Taj Tyler are not real.  The situations depicted never happened.  Taj
Tyler's appearance in this story does not imply he is gay.  This story is
in Danny's POV.

Samurai Inc. 29


	Taj Tyler stood in the middle of the great room as I sized him up.
He was about five foot two, brown hair, blue eyes, and had fair skin.  He
certainly was adorable.  As I had been in Los Angeles the day before, I had
been called by Mac and he asked me if I was available.  I said yes.
	"Steven Tyler was sent to me because he is looking for you guys.
Seems there is a stalker chasing his kid and he wants the kid moved to a
very safe place while the cops chase down the stalker.  You up for the
job?" Mac asked.  Of course I was up for the job!  I like a lot of the rock
bands out there and Areosmith certainly fell into my top five list.  The
arrangements were made for me to meet them and smuggle the kid out of there
and home to the mountain.  That had been carried off perfectly and now here
he was, standing in the middle of our living room.
	"Grab your stuff and bring it with you," I told him.  "I'll assign
you to one of our guest rooms.  Too bad the rest of the team isn't here
right now."  Everybody including Hejiro had gone to Peckertown for a week
of rest and relaxation.  There were some new places to check out back there
and the team was to be part of the evaluation process the Jorgensen's had
started to ensure that all new places would work out fine.  Good people,
the Jorgensen's.
	"Here's your room," I said, stopping before a door.  I dropped my
bag by the door and led him inside.  Taj smiled as he looked around.
	"This is nice," he commented.  "Much better than some of the places
I've seen when I've gone on the road with Dad."
	"Good, I'm glad you like it already.  We put a lot of time and
effort into making sure all of our guests got the best in comforts.  You
can either leave your bag on the bed and unpack later, or do it now before
the grand tour," I said.  He certainly didn't waste time thinking about it.
"I'll take the tour, please."
	"Good choice," I grinned.  "Now then sir, right this way."  Taj
followed me through the house as I gave him the tour.  He looked just like
the average teen, nothing about him suggested he had a famous Dad in any
way.  I had the thought he preferred the plain look instead of what most
teens liked these days.  I have nothing against a piercing or two, but have
you ever tried to kiss a kid who had a stud through his tongue?  Kind of
turns me off.
	"This is cool," Taj's voice said, bringing me back to reality.  We
had just stepped into the games room (not that one!) and he spotted the
pool table and the other stuff.  He went to look at some of the pinball
machines lined up along the back wall.  David loves the older pinball
machines and so do I.  The large jukebox in the corner was loaded with some
of our favorite cd's and was usually jumping when we were all home.  Taj
grinned when he spotted a few of his Dad's cd's in there.
	"One last stop," I said, waving to him.  I walked him out to the
enclosed swimming pool area and gardens.  He stood there and blinked.  I
think he was overcome by the sight.
	"This is too awesome," he said.
	"Shiro and David did most of the work in here," I said.
"Personally, this is my favorite area.  It's so relaxing to come out here
and sit among the plants."  Taj was looking into the pool and he pointed to
something.  "What's that down there?"  I walked over to where he was and
leaned over.  The next thing I knew was being surrounded by water and my
mind was going what the fuck?  Then I realized what had happened.  The
little turkey had suckered me.
	"Oh ha ha!" I said sarcastically when I surfaced.  Taj was laughing
his ass off as I climbed out of the pool, soaking wet.  Lucky for me I had
left watch, wallet, pager, and cell phone in the living room.  I pulled my
USP 9mm and shook the water out of it as his eyes grew big.
	"You guys carry guns?" he asked.  I nodded as I pulled the holster
off my belt.  I was glad I chose nylon.
	"Yes we do," I said.  "We do everything we can to protect our
clients in any way we can, and that includes carrying weapons.  David and I
are ex navy Seals and our training includes weapons."
	"Navy Seals?" Taj blinked.  "You guys are cool!"  I smiled at that.
"Thanks.  Reason I enlisted was because I wanted to get out of my small
town and do something constructive with my life.  The military is a good
place for those who want to make something of themselves.  The military can
and will train you in just about anything.  Serving your country, learning
a trade, and getting paid for it.  Good deal all around."  Taj nodded.
"Sounds like a good deal."  I stripped off my clothes except for my boxers,
which made Taj smile.  It was a pair that had a cigar smoking Seal with a
MP-5 in his flippers.
	"Couldn't pass them up," I said.  "Got a good deal on them."
	"Whatever floats your boat," Taj cracked.  I liked this kid.


	It was coming up on six in the evening and Taj had been out by the
pool for most of the day since he got here.  I was wishing Jesus was here
with me.  The 12 year old I had met and fell for during the mission to
Brazil had come home with us and had settled in very well.  Loki, David's
new boy had been excited about coming to the United States as well and took
to life here just as quickly as Jesus had.  They had plenty of help from
the other guys and Hejiro started them in on the martial arts training he
had Neil and Sacha doing.  All four were learning fast and picking it up
better than David and Hejiro hoped.  All I can say is that life had
definitely gotten much better for them and they were happy.  I was happy to
share my life and my bed with Jesus.  The boy had improved greatly since
coming here.  I looked up as Taj stood up and stretched.  I felt hungry and
asked him what he wanted for dinner.  He grinned at me.
	"Sure you got plenty in the refrigerator?" he asked me.  I raised
my hands up.  "Don't say it!"
	"Say what?" Taj asked.  "I am a growing kid."  I sighed and shook
his head as he laughed out loud.
	"Is that all you ever think of?" I growled.  "Sex and food?  God,
you kids."  He grinned even wider.  "Yes.  A fully loaded pastrami on rye
while stroking my hard six inches.  Can't beat that."  I shook my head as
he rolled on the floor laughing his ass off.  I headed to the kitchen and
went through the refrigerator.  Just enough for dinner and breakfast in the
morning.
	"We need to go shopping in the morning," I said.  "Shouldn't take
long."  If only had I known that a simple shopping trip would turn into a
huge shootout and more I'd have stayed home.
	We sat in the TV room and watched "Armageddon" with Bruce Willis on
the big screen after dinner.  Taj sang the lyrics to his Dad's sound track
and he sounded pretty good.  He sounded almost like his Dad.
	"There's a recording studio I forgot to show you," I said during a
slow moment in the film.  "I'll show it to you later."
	"Cool," he said.  "I can carry a decent tune and I do okay on a
guitar."  I did show him the recording studio and he was impressed with it
including the pictures of the singers we've had up here in the past.
	"I like Billy Gilman," he said, pointing to his picture.
"Powersound is way cool too.  I'd love to meet those guys."
	"That could be arranged," I said.  "Perhaps I could fly you down
there sometime."  Taj nodded.  "Always wanted to check out that town."
	"Just a wild guess but I'd say you are gay," I said.  He turned to
face me.  "Does that bother you?"
	"No," I said, shaking my head.  "I'm gay myself."  Taj grinned.
"That's cool.  Dad has a few friends who are gay.  Nicest people you ever
want to meet.  But for someone like me, getting into a relationship is a
hard thing."
	"Because you are a celebrity in a way of speaking.  The world's
media is always focused on you," I stated.  Taj sighed.  "Isn't that a
fact.  Seems every time I turn around there's a camera pointed at me.  So
irritating, you know?"  I nodded.  Just about every celebrity we've
protected has complained about the media and the paparazzi following them.
Nothing new there.
	"I can believe it.  We encounter the same trouble when we are
escorting someone," I sighed.  "Makes our job harder that it should be."
We went into the huge living room area and I looked up at the clock.
"Getting late.  Want to turn in for the night?"  He nodded.  "Sure."  He
followed me up after I went around making sure everything was secure for
the night.  Taj stopped at his door and said goodnight.  I could feel
something from him, a wanting to be in someone's arms tonight.  I wasn't in
the habit of jumping into someone's bed very fast and tonight I wasn't
really in the mood.
	"You know where my room is if you need anything," I said.  Taj
nodded.  "Thanks.  See you in the morning."  I watched him turn around and
head into his room for the night.  I headed into mine and hoped tomorrow
would be a good day.
	After breakfast and a workout for both of us, we headed into town.
Taj was relieved that the girls he saw weren't trying to chase him.
	"I guess Dad's efforts at trying to keep my life normal is
working," he said as we walked into Brand's superstore.  It was called a
superstore for the simple reason was that it literally had everything you
needed to get, from cheese strings to golf balls.  Golf balls in a food
store.  Go figure.  I got a cart and consulted my list.
	"Just start at one end of the store and go to the other," Taj
advised.  "That's what Dad does."  Sounded like a good idea so I did it.
We started in the produce section, getting the usual greens and fruits.  We
try to eat healthy as much as we can when we aren't on the road.  After the
produce section, we moved on to the next department, picking up what we
needed.  One of the baggers showed up with an empty cart and took the full
one up front and put it aside.  The manager didn't blink at the size of our
order anymore, knowing full well who we were and what we did.  Taj looked
up at me in surprise.
	"They must know you guys fairly well around here," he commented.  I
grinned.  "Yup.  When we are at home and not working for a client, we go to
school here and quite often participate in a number of activities here in
town.  Once in a while we perform a valuable service removing the criminal
element from the good folks."  Taj nodded.  "That's very cool."  As I
reached for a needed item in the spices section, I had the funny feeling
that something was about to happen.  I straightened up and casually walked
out of the aisle and looked around.  A guy in a long trench coat and a
watch cap had walked in.  That set off the alarms in my head.  If you see
someone in a long overcoat walk into a place, you know he's about to pull a
crime job with a shotgun.  The man wandered into the produce section and he
looked around like he was assessing the situation.  The produce manager, an
old man named Bert, walked up to him.
	"Can I help you find your item?" he asked pleasantly.  The man
pushed him back as he brought up his shotgun, Bert immediately shifted,
going for the avocado display and going down to the floor.  The man fired,
pulverizing the oranges into instant orange juice.  I pulled my USP 9mm and
told the guy to drop the shotgun.  He opened fire on me and missed.  Taj
immediately dropped onto the floor.  That set off mass panic inside the
store.  The produce section immediately cleared out fast.  The man moved
backwards as I stepped back into the safety of the shelves of creamed corn.
He fired once more and the boxes of Captain Crunch disappeared and crunch
berries showered me.  Never did like the Captain.
	"Taj, once I get around the corner, get into one of the check
stands and say in it," I told him.  He nodded and I moved around the shelf
to see where he'd gone.  He wasn't there.  I went down the produce section
and peeked around the backside of the shelf to see him casually strolling
along.  I saw a group of frightened women ahead of him.  He was reloading
his shotgun.
	"Specials on bad guys, aisle four!" I yelled.  He whipped around
and I pulled back just as he fired, wasting the display of Elvis dishes.
Looks like Elvis won't be getting his money from here.  I brought up my USP
and put the sights into the center of his mass and fired.  He went down,
the bullet hitting him right in the middle of his chest, knocking him down.
I came around the corner keeping my gun trained on him and looked up to see
the women had moved when I distracted him.  That took my eyes off him and
when I looked back, he was sitting up and bringing his shotgun up.  Oh
shit.  I dived into the next aisle just as he fired, removing Mr. Clean
from the end display.  I like Mr. Clean.  The dude is handsome in his own
unique way.  One thing became clear to me as I hustled down the aisle.  He
was wearing body armor.  This would complicate things.  I hate complicated
things.


	I watched the guy in the overhead mirror as he walked into the next
aisle, screaming something about being a soldier of the new world order and
that he was a messenger, sent to remove the unworthy.  Okay, can we all say
loony?  He had to be stopped, and I was the one to do it.  I looked to my
left and saw Taj using the phone.  Good, he was getting me backup.  I
peeked into the next aisle and saw that it was clear.  I looked into the
overhead mirrors and noticed he had disappeared.  So not good.  I moved to
the next one and saw him doing a taste test on bottles of flavored ice tea,
dropping the bottle on the floor if he didn't like it.  Bad shopping
manners.  I moved into a shooter's position as he raised his shotgun.  I
fired first, putting a bullet into the left shoulder.  He grabbed it and
screamed out in pain.
	"You unworthy!" he shouted.  "You shall die first, infidel!"  I
really wish the bad guys would come up with something much more original.
Their lines are so fucking old by now that most of them are drawing
Medicare.
	Before I gave him a chance to recover, I fired again.  The fucker
was ready and moved in the nick of time, avoiding my shot.  Well fuck me.
I'll have to try harder.  He brought up his shotgun as he moved back,
making me dive to the floor to avoid getting shot.  He removed a row of
those energy drinks, creating a neat rainfall of the stuff.
	"Clean up on aisle ten!" he crowed.  Bastard stole my line.  I
rolled backwards as he fired again and missed me by scant inches taking out
half the end display of Oreo cookies.  Not my favorite veg out in front of
the TV food!  Now this was fucking war!  I rose up a little and fired
twice, hitting asshole in the left shoulder again.  Three for three.  That
really set him off.  He raced after me as I hid in one of the check stands.
He fired wildly, removing items around the check stands and decaffeinated a
few of the computers.  I popped up from number three.
	"Price check on shotgun shells on number three!" I yelled, getting
his attention.  I dropped back down as he charged, shooting his shotgun
wildly once more.  He was using his right hand and supporting the shotgun
with his left.  He seemed to be handling the pain well.  That told me
either he was pumped up on something or somebody had trained him.  After
getting a look at his big eyes, I took the first option.  He stopped at
number two and slid in through the customer lane.  He jumped as I popped up
behind him in six.  He turned and glared at me.  I smiled and then tilted
my head like I had heard a noise from somewhere.
	"I hear bells," I commented.  I had seen Penny the seafood manager
and Taj slowly come up waving frying pans.  I knew what was going to happen
next.
	"I hear nothing," he snarled, "except your dying screams."  Both
Penny and Taj timed their swings, the frying pans impaction the bad guy's
head on each side right at the exact moment.  His eyes crossed up and he
went down to the floor.  Taj leaned over the counter at one and smiled.
"You do now!"  I leaned back against the manager's podium feeling tired.
	Mugs and his deputies were still grinning as they loaded asshole
into the waiting ambulance.  One of the deputies was sent after the
ambulance.  Mugs followed me to the cold beer case as I helped myself to
one.  I told him my view of things while someone else interviewed Taj.
	"I thought we got rid of these nutcases after the Miko Hughes
business," I said.  Mugs sighed.  "A new bunch took over the property that
we cleared out after you guys went to South America.  They have been
causing trouble ever since.  I'll choke this guy's neck to get every last
detail I can."
	"Let me know if you need help clearing them out.  I'll call in some
friends of ours to help," I said.  "I'm sure they would relish the chance
to kick ass."  Mugs and I grinned, both of us knowing full well who I was
referring to.  It had been some time since I'd played with the Teams and
always looked for every chance to do so.
	"Come on kid," I sighed.  "We gotta go."
	"Go where?" Taj asked.  I held up the list.  "We still need stuff
at the house," I said, making a face.  People laughed as we walked out.
	Back at the house after getting what was needed at another
supermarket, we relaxed after getting everything put away.
	"That was fun," Taj commented.  "Let's see, Dear Dad, having a
wonderful time.  Played shoot 'em up at the local grocery store today."  I
looked over at him.  "Don't think your Dad would love that."
	"Hey, it was totally unexpected.  Dude is responsible for his own
actions, totally knew what he was doing," Taj said.  I could not argue with
that.  It was true.  The same thing could be said for all the bad guys I've
decaffeinated during my time with the Teams.  I know Dave would say the
same.
	"So what do we do now?" Taj asked.
	"Rest and recuperate, starting with a good soak in the Jacuzzi," I
said, getting up off the couch.
	"Sounds good to me," Taj said as he followed me out to the indoor
pool.  I pointed to the bathhouse on the right of the pool, surrounded by
leafy ferns and small bushes.  "You can change into a pair of Speedos in
there.  Should be one in your size."
	"Nah," he said, "I'll go natural."  I turned around in surprise as
he said that, watching him shed his clothes.  He smiled as the expression
on my face changed as I inspected him.  Taj stood about five foot three,
slim body, and a four-inch soft penis surrounded by brown colored pubic
hair cut short and neatly trimmed.
	"Like what you see?" he smiled.
	"Yes, including your hair," I said.  Taj grinned.  "Thanks.  A
friend of mine turned me onto it when I first started growing them.  He
said if I kept the hair short and neatly trimmed I could use a condom
without getting the hairs trapped in it.  He was right."
	"Something I learned a long time ago," I said, remembering Donnie,
the drill instructor's son where I had taken basic training right out of
high school.  He was a sweet kid and he taught me so much.  I wondered if
he would still remember me.  One of these days I have to look him up.
	"You coming in?" Taj's voice broke into my thoughts.  I looked over
at the Jacuzzi in time to see him slide into it.  I didn't hesitate to
climb out of my own clothes as Taj wolf whistled.  I grabbed a cold soda
for him and a cold beer for me and joined him in it.  We sat there for a
time soaking up the hot water and feeling good.  I hummed a moment or two
as I wiggled my shoulders.  Taj moved behind me and I felt his hands on my
shoulders, starting to massage them.
	"Feels good," I sighed.
	"Good," Taj said.  He kept working my shoulders for a few minutes
as I sighed in pleasure.
	"Is there a better place to do this?" Taj asked a moment later.  I
slid out of the Jacuzzi and he followed me over to the small shed.  I
opened it and a moment later had the massage table set up.
	"Get on it," Taj said, and for the next half hour I enjoyed a great
massage.  He really knew how to do it right.  I enjoyed every minute of it.
When I slid off the table and turned to him, I saw something in his eyes.
	"Would... you make love to me?" he asked.  I took him by the hand
and led him into the house up to my room.


	I looked down at his sleeping face.  He looked so relaxed, a faint
smile on his lips.  I thought back to the lovemaking we did last night.  He
had been a joy to please.  I took the time to explore his body, giving him
pleasure like he'd never felt before.  He was gay, but the only pleasure
he'd known was his hands.  He told me he'd lie on his bed and touch himself
for hours, working himself up to a good jack off.  So I did just that, and
added a few more things to the list of his firsts.  His first kiss sent him
over the moon.  It didn't take long for him to get the hang of kissing.
His lips were soft and the right size for kissing.  My hands wandered over
his slender body as I taught him French kissing.  He was a fast learner.  I
skillfully played his erogenous zones just right, teaching him about erotic
touch.  I taught him the best way to touch, caress, and fondle the cock and
balls.  He nearly went out of his mind.  I showed him the joy of
cocksucking, tasting his boyhood deep in my mouth.  He discovered the joys
of orgasms.  I tasted his essence, sucking it out of his balls, through his
cock, and into my mouth.  The he surrendered himself to me, my cock going
deep inside of him, showing him how sweet lovemaking is, was, and should
be.  He writhed, moaned, thrashed, whimpered, and enjoyed his first time
having a cock deep inside of me.  Once he rested, he returned the favor to
me.
	Taj demonstrated how well he learned the techniques that I taught
him.  His mouth on my manly nipples was hot.  Feeling his tongue move
across my nipples excited me.  Feeling his hands and fingers explore my
body turned me on.  Feeling his mouth engulf my cock was bliss.  His tongue
exploring my gate nearly made me cum.  I moaned with pleasure as his young
cock sank into a man for the first time.  His intercourse technique would
get better over time, but having his young cock inside of me for the first
time thrilled me.  There is nothing more exciting than having a boy sink
his young cock into me for his very first time.  I sincerely hoped he would
remember this day well into his golden years.  Finally he lay down beside
me, the glow from his face brightening the room.  I knew without a doubt he
was happy.  We would talk in the morning.
	We did, and I added more to his knowledge of the joys of male love
by showing him the book The Joys of Gay Sex.  Unfortunately it is now long
out of print and the only way to find it is to see if anyone has old copies
for sale through Amazon.com or a similar website.  He was fascinated by the
descriptions and the artistic drawings.  We read it together over the span
of the day and I answered many of his questions, even about bdsm.  I took
him down to the playroom and let him look around.  He was fascinated by
some of the things but a little nervous by others.
	"That's okay," I said, "it's not for everyone.  Some people set
limits as to how far they want to go, and others want to experience it
all."  For his first experience in bondage, I put wrist and ankle cuffs on
him with a short chain between his ankle cuffs and used a double snap to
hold his hands in front of him.  I slipped a black leather collar around
his necks and led him around the house on a black leather leash for a few
hours.  He got comfortable with that and then I took him back down to the
playroom and set him up on an adjustable "I" frame, his hands spread out
over his head and his feet spread out on the floor.  I set the movable beam
to make him stick his ass out a little, allowing me to lubricate and
stretch him out for a fucking.  He moaned out loud as I inserted my cock
into his newly fucked ass and rode him to a great orgasm, me inside his ass
and Taj into the bowl in front of his contained cock.  We switched places
and Taj rode my ass again, really enjoying it.  He even put the leather
cuffs on me and led me around the house for the rest of the day.  Of course
I took him to my bed that night and we enjoyed some more male loving.  I
know he learned the difference between sex in the playroom and making love
in the bedroom.  I know I had when I was a thirteen-year-old catamite to my
twenty something neighbor down the street.  Maybe someday I'll tell that
tale.
	Taj stayed a full week with me.  We did hang out by the pool a lot,
getting tanned and doing a lot of swimming.  Most nights we were either in
my bed or his bed making love to each other.  One night I played master and
took him through the playroom and he enjoyed the experience.  I had a good
time putting him through some of the mild scenes in the room.  For Taj it
was a very positive experience.  I wanted it to be so I had planned on
doing some of the mild scenes on him and it worked out very well, the only
sore spot was that one of the vibrators chose to up and die on me in the
middle of a climax he was experiencing.  I changed the batteries and
started the scene all over again and he really enjoyed a second orgasm,
this one a lot stronger that the first one.  Naturally the scene included
me riding his ass.  That he enjoyed more than the other stuff.
	The last night he was with me we stayed in my room, making love to
each other slow and easy, taking the time to really enjoy the pleasure.  He
was lying on top of my torso, his torso against mine as he rocked back and
forth, our cocks trapped between each other.  His eyes were closed and he
was moaning in passion.  I felt him shiver knowing he just went.  That
thought made me cum too.  He backed off and lay next to me, running his
fingers through the puddles of sperm on my tummy, mixing his boy sperm with
my man sperm.  After a few minutes I got up and took him b the hand and led
him to the tub in my private bath.  We got into it after having drawn the
bath and slowly washed each other tenderly like lovers do.  We sat there
for a bit discussing a number of things until the water got cold.  Then it
was back to bed and sleep.  What ever it was that was troubling him I hope
got settled.  Taj is only twelve and really to young to worry about things
that are going on in the world and particularly his world.  He didn't come
out and actually say it, but I think he was dreading his Dad's reaction to
his being gay.  I told him if he really loves you he'll accept you for who
and what you are.  That seemed to settle his fears for the moment.  He
decided to let things happen as they will and deal with what comes.  I told
him that was a very mature decision.  Hearing that from me seemed to have
settled something in his mind and he relaxed.


	We flew out of Logan's mountain in the Cessna at nine the next
morning, heading for Los Angeles.  I planned on leaving him with his Dad
and the LA cops and then sneaking back into the closed set disguised as a
set construction guy.  I had the feeling the stalker would show up there.
I had learned long ago never to ignore my instincts.  I kept the plan to
myself not telling Taj about it.  I had a couple of ideas as to who the
stalker might be but didn't want to reveal my suspicions to Taj.  We landed
at Van Nuys airport around eleven late morning and was met by a limo.  I
studied the driver and didn't get anything funny from him.  We piled in and
it was off to the CBS studios where the band was.  Some kind of recording
session for a TV special to be aired later in the year.  The limo pulled
into the studio parking next to the sound stage where the band was.  While
Taj was enjoying a reunion with his Dad I took the opportunity to look
around.  No matter how good security claims they are, they always screw up
someplace.  The AV (area of vulnerability) was at a side door where a guard
was supposed to be checking picture id's of everyone coming in.  He was
simply waving them through.  This was going to be easier than I thought.
After talking to Steven Tyler, I shook his hand and went off in the limo.
I had the driver let me out at another sound stage nearby and he rolled on.
Now it was time to put my plan into effect.  I quickly acquired (stole the
stuff actually) a tool belt, hardhat, an id that identified me as a
temporary, and a pair of wrap around Gargoyle shooting glasses.  Now it was
time to get to work.  I knew I could pull this off, having done my share of
construction before.  I sauntered in through the door and got waved through
(asshole got an F for failing to do his job properly from me) and
disappeared inside the place.  From my spot I could see everything and
everybody with the help of a small pair of binoculars.  Then I spotted my
suspect leaning against the far wall intently staring at Taj.  Oh yes, he
definitely was the one.  I headed down to ground floor, carrying a length
of rope, head down slightly so nobody would think twice about asking me who
I was, and kept my fingers crossed.  I saw Taj walk off towards the
restrooms, the tango suddenly moving with him.  I watched from behind a
stack of pallets as the tango looked around before slipping inside the
restrooms.  I dropped the rope, tool belt, and the hardhat and jogged into
the bathrooms.  I stopped by the door and pulled my USP and nudged the door
open.  The tango had Taj pressed up against the wall, trying to turn him
around facing the wall while trying to yank his pants down.  I slipped up
behind him and pressed the USP 9mm against his left temple.
	"Hi.  If you don't let go you will die in five seconds," I
whispered into the man's ear as I pulled the hammer back.  If you don't
think the sound of a weapon's action being slowly engaged isn't that loud,
I suggest you go into a room by yourself, hold the gun of choice up to your
ear (empty of course.  Do you really think I'm fucking stupid to try it
loaded??), and slowly work the action of pull the hammer back.  Real
fucking loud, hey?  Apparently tango thought so and he let go of Taj
instantly.  Taj drew a breath and let out one hell of a yell that hurt my
ears and Mr. Tango's ears as well.  I winced and kept gun and my attention
on the tango.  Tango stuck his fingers in his ears as Taj ran out yelling
his head off.  Talk about getting attention, the bathroom filled up with
security and LAPD in seconds.
	"Hi guys, this here is Mr. Tango, the dude who has been chasing Taj
Tyler.  Mr. Tango, say hello to the nice cops," I said cheerfully as Taj
and Steven Tyler made an appearance in the bathroom.
	"Danny!" Taj yelled.  "I thought you left!"
	"And miss a golden opportunity to hear your Dad work the vocal
scales in his unique way?  Not a chance," I said as the crowd laughed.  "Oh
Mr. Tango, this here is Steven Tyler.  He's Taj's Daddy.  I do believe he
wants to say something to you."  I backed off keeping tango in my sights as
two cops removed handcuffs from their belts.  Steven smiled nicely.  "Sure
I'd like to say something."  He grabbed tango by the ponytail and rammed
his face into the wall a few times.  "That completes the conversation."
The cops cuffed the dude and dragged him off.  The studio heads showed up
along with the head of security and I expressed a few choice words about
the officer at the door.  Said officer was speedily escorted out the
nearest gate and relieved of his job.  Tango taken out, Taj protected, and
security fixed.  Mission accomplished.
	In the penthouse suite of the Hollywood Marriot, I enjoyed my first
cold one of the day as Steven came back from the bedroom where Taj was.
	"He's asleep.  Been a long day for him.  Stressful one too.  I just
can't say it enough, thanks so much for coming back," Steven said.
	"Just a feeling I had," I said.  "I trust my feelings when they are
trying to say something to me."  Steven nodded.  "Glad you listened to that
little voice."  I nodded.  "So am I."  Steven reached for a Budweiser as I
finished off a bottle of Corona.  I reached into the wet bar refrigerator
and came up with Heineken this time.  I grinned.
	"Ever had this on tap an hour old out of the cold tank at the
brewery in Holland?" I asked Steven.  "Talk about going down so fine and
smooth."  Steven chuckled.  "Could say the same for Bud."  We sat there for
a few minutes before Steven spoke up.  "Taj seems different.  What happened
out there?"  I looked up.  "I think that should be between you and him.  I
can't betray his confidence."  Steven nodded.  "I'll talk to him first
chance I get.  You'll hang around for a few days, can you?"
	"Sure.  Like I told Taj earlier, Can't pass up an opportunity to
hear you work those vocal ranges in your unique manner," I grinned.  Steven
laughed out loud.  "Dude, you're too cool."
	"I try," I smiled.  He shook his head as he headed off to his own
bedroom for the night.  I sat there for a bit longer as I worked on the
bottle I had in my hand.  I hoped I had been a positive influence on Taj.
Only time would tell and I hoped that he would have a strong relationship
with his Dad, something I never had with my folks.  I sighed and headed off
to bed myself.
	I sat at the counter the next morning, sipping fresh coffee as
Steven stumbled into the kitchen, followed by Taj.  I decided now was a
good time for me to leave them alone for a bit so I headed back into the
bedroom I had and shaved, showered, and dressed for the day.  I cracked the
door and I could hear their voices in the kitchen but not what they were
saying so I closed the door and turned to the ops laptop Shiro had assigned
me and started writing and after action report.  I finished that when my
cell rang.  The display read Lt. Roadey.
	"Bad guys disposal service," I said.  Laughter came back at me.
"LAPD, we cuff 'em and stuff 'em."
	"Hey Don, what's the word on Mr. Happy?" I asked.
      	"Mr. Happy is what I am this morning.  You bagged a major due
yesterday.  We crashed his place with a warrant this morning two hours ago.
This dude was hired to pinch the kid and cart him off to Mexico to be
packaged for the slave market in South America," Roadey said.  That chilled
me to the marrow.  "Did he say who the buyers were?"
	"Somebody nasty that goes by the name Weston," Roadey said.  "No
other details and he didn't elaborate."  Anderson, Benjy, the Jorgensons,
and one master in England were about to get emails from me with pictures
attached.
	"Oh shit," I said.
	"Not in my coffee boy," came the quick response.  I snorted.
"Fine.  Any evidence in his place?"
	"A ton of it.  Dude kept very detailed records in his laptop,
including some very not so legal pictures as well.  He'll turn very grey in
the slam," Roadey said.
	"Thanks pal.  Owe ya," I said.
	"Fuck you very much," he said and hung up.  I leaned back, my mind
working on this new wrinkle.  I retrieved my digital I had the foresight to
have with me yesterday to photographed the nasty boy and downloaded the
pics into my laptop and sent out the emails promptly.  I was sure I'd hear
from Anderson and the kindly old gent master Bert very soon.  I was
suddenly aware of a lack of noise in the place and pulled my USP 9mm and
went looking.  I found Steven and Taj in the kitchen staring deep into
their respective coffee cups.
	"They need to be empty in order to read your future," I said.  "I
can't read coffee grinds and Harry Potter isn't available at the moment."
Steven cracked up at that.  "You're quick on the quips."
	"Dave Logan was a good teacher.  He's a natural at it," I said.
	"Goblet of Fire comes out November 18th," Taj said.  I smiled.  "I
know.  Can't wait to see it."  Steven nodded and sighed.  I took that to be
a sign of some sort.
	"Dad and I just had a conversation," Taj said quietly.  I nodded.
"I see."
	"I think it went well," Steven said.  Taj smiled.  "I agree."  Now
I had to smile.  "A lot of what I said I based on my own personal
experience.  I can't predict what's going to happen in your futures, but I
do hope that both of you can find the time and space to talk about issues
that are on your respective plates."  Steven turned to me and shook my hand
as Taj stood up and walked around to my side of the table and hugged me
tight.
	"Time waits for nobody.  We gotta get," Steven said.


	In the middle of the show disaster struck.  Steven was having
trouble with his throat.  I watched concerned as Taj and the band's manager
looked on as the doctor tried to find out what was going on.  Steven was
writing notes to Taj and I saw one that said Taj was to go on in his place.
	"I know the songs," Taj said as the doctor led Steven away.  The
guys nodded and helped Taj get set up with the electronics he needed as he
changed shirts, pulling on a short sleeved button up.  He left the top two
undone.  He went out there as Areosmith was introduced.  He did the first
two with no problem.  Steven reappeared next to me.
	"You alright?" I asked.
	"Yeah.  Had a bunch of junk sitting in the middle of my throat,"
Steven said.  "They got it out."  I nodded as I turned back to the stage.
Taj stepped forward and the crowd paid attention.  He signaled the band to
wait a moment.
	"Hi.  Hope all of you are having a good time tonight," he started.
"This next song my Dad wrote for a movie and when I heard it for the first
time it got to me in a way that I never thought a song could.  One of the
lines goes don't want to close my eyes, cause I don't want to miss a thing.
Well, that line hit home to me last night as my Dad and I had a
conversation about us being father and son.  I think being Steven Tyler's
son is pretty cool, but it goes way beyond that.  I enjoy the strong
relationship we have together and it means so much to me.  To borrow Dad's
line, I don't want to close my eyes, cause I don't want to miss a thing
that happens between us.  This song is for my Dad," Taj said.  I saw
Steven's eyes mist over, and some of the people were wiping their eyes as
well.  Taj put a lot of emotion into the song and just before it ended,
Steven broke and headed out to the stage.  Taj turned to see him coming and
both of them grabbed each other in a powerful hug.  There was total silence
as the backlights faded, leaving father and son in just the spotlight.
Then someone started to clap and before long the theatre was exploding with
the sound of applause and cheers.  I think Taj made a real impact that
night with what he said about his Dad and sharing his emotions in the song.
Some one years later asked Taj what the best moment of his life was and he
would tell them about this night.  I don't think there could have been a
better tribute to a Dad.
	I decided this would be a good time for me to slip away and leave
them together, but fate had other plans.  The band's manager informed
Steven he was needed in San Francisco for a benefit.  Steven was very
unhappy about it.  He discussed it with the band and the decision was made
to go and do it.  I noticed Steven and Taj talking in the kitchen later
that night about something.  Steven approached me.
	"Taj and I came up with a plan," he said.
	"And that is..." I said.
	"You stay with Taj tonight and tomorrow night.  Then the both of us
goes home to Boston and I clear my calendar of everything for a while,"
Steven said.  I smiled.  "Works for me."
	Steven left late morning and Taj closed the door behind him.  The
plan had been rearranged once more when Mac called me out of the blue.
Turned out he was leaving for a week and offered me his bungalow.
Naturally I jumped on it.  Steven got the number to my cell before he left
and Taj and I checked out an hour later.  The next forty-eight hours was
ours.  Taj got completely undressed once we had settled in and went out to
the backyard and settled onto a lounger with a cold soda and his ipod.  I
got into the Jacuzzi with a beer and a cigar (a Don Tomas Maduro) and
relaxed.  I glanced over at Taj every now and then, gazing at his bare
backside, my fantasies going wild.  I knew tonight in bed would be fun for
the both of us.  I leaned back and sighed.
	I was right.  Taj was insatiable in bed.  He worked me over, taking
the time to give me a lot of pleasure.  It felt good to have a boy nuzzle
at my nipples while stroking my cock with his hand.  Before I knew it he
was sitting on my cock.  I could feel it sliding up into his ass.  All I
could do was moan in pleasure as my big cock opened his ass up and accept
it deep inside of him.  He settled down on top of me once he'd taken me
deep inside.  He started moving up and down on me, my cock moving in and
out of me at each bounce.  I could feel something happening deep inside of
me and I knew I was about to cum deep inside of Taj.  I moaned out loud as
I did cum.  I felt my load rush through my cock and deep into his tight
ass.
	"Oh yes... feels so good," I moaned.
	"This feels so good," Taj whispered softly as I finished my orgasm.
"Wish I could keep you there forever."  He slipped off me and lay next to
me as I wiped him clean.  I took him into my arms and hugged him close as I
began to pleasure his body.  He writhed underneath me as I sucked his
nipples.  He moaned out loud as I tweaked his nipples.  Taj sighed as his
hard six inches slid deep into me.
	"Going to make love to you," he sighed.  I felt his cock moving in
and out of me.  I can tell you for sure he felt good deep inside of me.  I
wanted him to enjoy his pleasure.  He did, releasing deep inside of me.  We
relaxed and eventually went to sleep.
	The next day we made love anywhere the mood struck us.  Sometimes
it was slow and lazy, sometimes very intense.  But we enjoyed it and had a
good time doing it.  Somehow I knew that Steven knew about us.  I hoped he
wasn't mad.  I didn't want the man angry with me.  Taj assured me that
wouldn't be a problem.
	"Just be cool and you'll be just fine," he said.  I took his advice
and just relax.  He helped by sucking my cock and balls and getting me to
shoot off a few times more, in my mouth and in my ass.  I did everything I
could to please him.
	"That was nice," he said a while later as we lay in bed, looking up
through the skylight into the night sky full of stars.
	"I enjoyed it," I said.  Taj looked up through the skylight into
the night sky.  "I hope I get lucky and find the right boyfriend someday."
	"Don't be in a hurry to," I said.  Take your time and the right guy
will find you."  Taj grinned.  "I will."  I turned to him and started
caressing his body once more as he sighed in pleasure.


	Taj and his Dad left Thursday morning.  I sat in the living room of
Mac's bungalow and thought about my life.  I counted myself pretty lucky to
have it good.  I just wished there was something we could do to help other
gay kids but Peckertown was doing a much better job than anything we've
ever found.  I stood up and packed my own bags and headed for the airport.
Time for me to head home.  As I headed up into the blue morning sky, I
wished Taj and his Dad well.  I was sure they would encounter a few bumps
in the road during their life's journey and I hoped they would make it over
each one just fine.  My thoughts turned to my own boy Jesus.  Suddenly I
couldn't wait to get back home.


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