Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 15:52:44 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: Loving Tyler's Dad  Chapters 1&2 (LJB)(MM 1st oral anal)(2/8)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.  If
you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any
mind-blowing sex scenes.  If you are bothered by same sex relationships,
read no farther.  This is a story about the interaction of males with each
other in a fictional setting.  It's a story with some sex, not sex with
some story.

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Hope that you continue enjoying the story.       LJB

Loving Tyler's Dad - 1.1

CHAPTER   1


I actually knew Davis before he met me.  That's misleading.  I should say I
knew about Davis before we formally met each other.  I'd seen him on
several occasions during my visits to the college.  As the newest and
youngest partner at the law firm, I had been saddled with the position of
legal advisor to the Board of Regents at the College.  This meant I was on
call to see to the administration's needs and usually traveled to meet with
them two or three times a week.

The first time I became aware of Davis I was just finishing a short meeting
in the Finance Office with Sam, a long time acquaintance and we were saying
our good byes.  As I glanced around the office I saw a man standing at the
clerk's counter who had a very distressed look on his face.

"How can it not be back yet ?"  he asked trying to control his voice from
sounding either angry or desperate, "I applied for assistance over four
months ago."

"These things often take that long and more to be processed."  the young
female clerk was explaining.  "The College will not push you for your
tuition fees until after the approval arrives.  You needn't worry."

"That doesn't help me eat or pay the rent while we wait."  he informed her.

"I am sorry."  she replied, "there is just nothing I can do to help you
with that."

He moved over to the wall across from the counter and sat on the bench that
was there.  I had my first chance to get a really good look at him.  He
seemed to be a little older than the average college freshman.  This fella
looked about 24 or 25.  He was about 5'8" with a medium, slim but sturdy
build.  His hair which needed a cut and would have normally been worn
short, off the ear and squared in the back was almost black in colour and
it appeared his eyes were black, or a very deep brown.  His complexion was
tanned but I thought it was his natural colouring rather than from time
spent in the sun.  His clothes were neat and the aging and wear in them was
noticeable.  The runners on his feet showed a similar aging and use.

I turned to Sam and asked him to call the clerk over to us.

"Who is he ?"  I asked, indicating the man I was asking about.

"He's an adult student who has come back to school this semester and is
having a problem getting his financial aid processed."  the young lady
informed us.  "He seems very nice, but is terribly frustrated over the
hassles he has gotten in processing the government paperwork."

"I don't think he is going to get approval."  Sam said.  "The regulations
are designed for kids coming in from high school and are not very flexible.
His status is probationary, pending his first year grades to see if he can
work at college level and the aid program is not including probationary
students this year.  I'm afraid when the papers do come back he will be
declined."

"How much is his application submission for ?"  I asked.  Sam took the
papers the clerk was holding and looked through them.

"He applied for first semester coverage.  $3500."  Sam responded.  "$1400
is for tuition and the rest is for living expenses.  His estimates look
legitimate.  I remember reviewing this application before we sent it in."

"I've always said I would like to sponsor a bursary for students here,
where I went to school."  I told them.  "I think maybe a little direct help
might be another way to do it.  Sam, go tell him there is a `special
circumstance' grant available that he qualifies for.  If his aid comes
through, he must pay the fund back.  If it doesn't the money is his.  He
can come in tomorrow and collect his living expense allowance.  This is to
remain anonymous, just between us."

Sam went over and spoke to the man.  The change of expression on his face
was immediate.  The worry and anger dissolved into relief and hopefulness.
He thanked Sam over and over and shook his hand so hard, I thought it might
just fall off.  Those dark brown eyes turned out to be a sparkling green.
He left with a grin from ear to ear on his face.  As I wrote out the cheque
for $3500. I asked Sam to tell me his first name only.  I really didn't
want to know too much about him.  I felt better knowing I did this because
it felt like the right thing to do, rather than because I found him very
appealing.

I never had any financial trouble while attending law school.  I've never
had any financial trouble of any kind.  My parents died when I was quite
young and left me on my own with no family or relations, but a very large
trust fund and inheritance.  Boarding schools let me meet other young boys
and then men who kept me company as I grew up, but I never really had a
sense of belonging until I attended this College.  It was here I met
Professor Randall Dunn.

He was my teacher and mentor, confessor and father, companion and love.
That's love, not lover.  Others were lovers.  This man loved me as a parent
and I loved him as my whole world.  He led me through that period of
infatuation and become my most trusted guide and friend.  Before he died,
he helped me become a man and I accepted the inevitability of life and
death as he taught me.  But I've been alone ever since, not yet finding the
soul mate equal to him to meet my intellectual and emotional needs.  I can
find lots of men to meet the physical ones.  I'm now 29, rich, successful
and alone.

Over the next couple of months I saw Davis several times as I passed
through various parts of the campus attending to a variety of matters.  He
was usually buried in a pile of books studying, always by himself.  I
wondered why such a good looking man didn't have a covey of beautiful coeds
at least sitting with him, attempting to distract him from his studies.
After I noted him for the third or fourth time, he apparently noticed me
and nodded or waved to me when our glimpses caught each other from then on.

In early December, I was in the Finance Office again seeing Sam and asked
if he knew what the current status was with Davis.  He consulted his
computer and advised me his marks were excellent, being in the top 2
percent of first year students.  He also told me Davis' financial aid
application had in fact eventually been turned down.

"Do you know what he's doing for second term about his expenses ?"  I
asked.

"I counseled with him last week."  Sam advised me.  "He has started a part
time job and was asking if he could pay his fees throughout the semester.
I had to tell him that the College demands tuition be paid up front, no
matter how reliable the student may be."

"How much does he need ?"  I wanted to know.

"Tuition is another $1400."  Sam said.

"Call him will you please, Sam ?"  I requested.  "Tell him the grant has
been extended to second term for the same amount as the last time.  Also,
suggest to him the less he works at a job and the more of his time he can
study, the better his grades will remain."  I wrote the cheque and handed
it to Sam.

"You're investing a lot in this man."  Sam commented.

"So far it appears he has been worth it."  I replied.  "As long as those
grades stay up, I'm going to keep him in this College."

Mid-December marked the start of final exams for the first semester.
Students were busy studying as well as preparing for the holiday season.
Christmas had never been a big holiday for me.  When I was younger, I use
to spend it in the Bahamas with a chaperone from my school.  Usually, one
of the unmarried instructors with no family would be willing to accompany
me.  Good deal for them.  All expenses paid holiday for a couple weeks in
the tropics.  I was not a difficult kid and we usually got along fine.
Only once did I ever have one that objected to my gay lifestyle on holiday
and took it on himself to straighten me out with lectures and restrictions.
A call to my trustee had him replaced within twenty four hours.

I had a small amount of shopping to do, a gift for my secretary and a
couple for business acquaintances, but other than those there was nothing
special about the season for me.  I had my apartment well stocked, so I
wouldn't have to go out if I didn't choose to.  The office was open,
barely, but most personnel were gone for the better part of two weeks.  I
didn't decorate for the season, not even owning an imitation tree or
ornaments.  For me, it was time to catch up on my reading, some DVD movies
and a little computer time.

After lunch on December 20th I received a telephone call from the Dean's
office at the College.  There had been an accident in one of the chemistry
labs two days prior and they were only now advising us about it.  I made it
unquestionably clear to the man, his second call should have been to me,
after notifying the College President.  The potential for liability in any
type of accident was immense, but to extend it by delaying in notifying
your legal advisor was unforgivable.  He claimed a communication
misunderstanding occurred and I advised him it had better be corrected
because the Board of Regents would want to know who was responsible.

Three students had been working on the end of their projects for the term
and it appeared that one of them miscalculated a reaction and a fire
resulted.  Two were trapped by the flames and apparently too traumatized to
react.  The third student reacted immediately and rescued the other two,
getting them to safety.  During the course of the rescue he was injured,
but no one seemed to know to what extent.  The Dean took it upon himself to
decide the College was not liable because the student wasn't obliged to
rescue the others.  He decided it was voluntary action by the student, so
his injuries were not the College's fault.  It took all my self control not
to tell the pompous fool how stupid he really was.

I called campus security and recorded as many details as they could
provide.  They had the surnames of the students involved and their
addresses and identified the injured man was named Roth.  They also knew he
had been treated at the hospital, observed for several hours, then sent
home.  And that's all anyone knew two days later.  I called the telephone
number I'd been given for "Roth" and the line was busy.  Twenty minutes and
an hour later the same result.  Well, if the line is busy, someone should
be home.  I grabbed my coat and headed to the address I had been given.

It took me half an hour to reach the address.  Trying the phone number once
again on my cell phone, the line was still busy.  The neighbourhood I ended
up in was pretty run down.  Most of the yards displayed dilapidated fences,
if any and all the homes appeared in need of paint and repair.  The address
I sought did not actually appear as one house was numbered 101, the next
was 107 and I wanted 105.  I guessed there were likely apartments or
converted units in the rear and I would find the home I was looking for
back there.  I walked around the house numbered 107 and found the back
yards were in worse condition by far than the fronts.  Almost every yard
contained at least one junked car and most had two or more.

The snow and ice was not cleared from any of the walkways and footing was
quite unsteady.  I noted on the side of the house near the rear corner was
a "105" with an arrow pointing upward marked in ink, likely from a ball
point pen.  I climbed the slippery, slightly wobbly stairs and knocked on
the apartment door.  There was no immediate response although I could hear
a radio playing inside, so I knocked again, this time a bit harder and
louder.  I heard movement on the other side of the door as if someone
bumped into it several times.  The knob rattled and moved, but the door
still didn't open.

"Not open."  a child's voice called out.  I reached up to the knob and
turned it fully.  The door swung in slowly.  A small face appeared around
the edge from behind the door and looked at me questioningly.

"Hi."  he said and smiled.

"Hi."  I replied.  "Does Mr. Roth live here ?"  He stared at me for another
moment and turning his head back into the residence, he yelled.

"Daddy, man here."

"Who is it Tyler" a man's voice came from inside the apartment.  "Never
mind, tell him I'll be there in a minute."  I waited patiently for the man
to arrive.

While I stood waiting, I was inspected.  The small head had been carried
around the edge of the door by a small body.  When it was just a head, I
wasn't sure exactly what I was dealing with, but now the clothing and
stature revealed a cute little boy of about 2 or 3 years of age.  He had
straggly long dark brown hair and bright blue eyes.  He flashed me a big
smile on his dirty face as he looked me over, not seemingly very concerned
I might represent any danger.  He was about 30" tall and was still dressed
in his pajamas, stained with jam and several other unidentifiable markings,
at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Tyler, get away from that door."  the man's voice said, but there was no
annoyance or anger in the way he spoke to the boy.  "I sure don't need you
getting sick right now."  The door swung back and I looked up from the step
I was standing on into the handsome face of Davis Roth.  A light of
recognition grew in his eyes and on his face.

"What are you doing here ?"  he asked, his voice full of astonishment.

"I came to see if you were all right."  I answered.  He didn't look too
great.  He was unshaven, his hair was uncombed, he had on a soiled tee
shirt, a pair of dirty jeans, socks which at some time might have been
white and were presently only half on his feet and both his hands were an
inch thick with bandage.  They looked like big Ping-Pong paddles.  The
bandages were stained and soiled like everything else.  Besides all this
there was an odour associated with him which assaulted the senses.  He
obviously had not bathed in some time.

"I'm sorry."  he said.  "I didn't mean to sound rude, I just never expected
to see you at my door, especially when I'm like this.  Things here are in
an awful mess."

"I'm sure I've seen worse."  I assured him.  "Can I come in for a few
minutes ?"  He nodded and stepped back.  I was mistaken.  I hadn't seen
worse.  The apartment was in shambles.

The table in the corner kitchen was covered with bowls, cereal, sugar,
spilt milk, what must have been items of Tyler's clothing and several other
things I could not readily identify at a distance.  The living area had
clothing strewn about it and newspaper pages scattered here and there.  I
could see into two other rooms, a bedroom and the bathroom and they both
looked like a cyclone had passed through them.

"I usually have things pretty orderly," he was telling me, "but I haven't
been able to do anything for the past two days.  Tyler has tried to help
his Dad, but he's only three and we have sort of fallen behind."

"Do you have relatives here ?"  I asked.  "Someone I can call for you ?"

"No," he replied hanging his head, "there's just Ty and me and right now, I
can't even wipe my own ass. "  He looked quickly at me and then away,
blushing.  "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to be gross."  I saw him fight back
a tear by turning and walking into the living area.  "I'm sorry, I don't
usually feel sorry for myself.  I guess it's just that your the first adult
person I've spoken to in several days and I'm a little overwhelmed right
now.  I don't even know your name."

"I'm Justin Forbes," I responded.  "and I'm the......."

"You don't need to tell me."  Davis interrupted.  "You're my good luck
charm.  Every time I've seen you I've had some good luck.  That's why in
the middle of all this I was so surprised you were at my door.  I could
certainly use some good luck.  Tyler, get out of there."  I looked over to
see Tyler standing with the refrigerator door open just reaching into it.

"I hungry, Daddy."  Justin whined.

"I know.  Be patient please, Ty."  he replied soothingly.  "I'll get you
some cereal in a few minutes."  I had taken my coat off and hung it in the
hallway on a hook.  I took my suit coat and tie off and hung them up as
well, then I rolled up my sleeves.

"Okay, Tyler."  I said.  "Let's see if Uncle Justin can get you something
hot to eat."  I went over and looked in the refrigerator.  It was pretty
bare and the milk was almost gone.

"You don't have to do that."  Davis told me.  I looked at him squarely in
the eyes.

"False pride is a killer of spirit."  I cited.  "You're about to get some
help you haven't asked for.  You're not going to owe me, or have to even
thank me, so shut up and pretend to be humble.  Now come in here and tell
me where the things I need are kept."  Fifteen minutes later, Tyler was
sitting eating some warm canned pasta treat with some bread and butter.
Davis and I sat at the table with him and Davis instructed me the best ways
to help Tyler eat his meal.  He was hungry.

It occurred to me that not only couldn't Davis prepare very much food, he
also couldn't have eaten very much either.  When I questioned him I found
out dry cereal out of the box was all he had eaten in the past two days.  I
made him a sandwich and held it as he ate.  I knew he wanted more, but
asked him to wait a short while.  I also found out he didn't know his phone
was off the hook.

"Davis," I said, "trying to manage here is too foreign to me.  I can't get
you guys straightened out in this setting.  Will you put yourself in my
hands for the next little while ?  I promise it won't hurt and I'll help
you get back on track."  He watched me carefully while I spoke and then he
agreed to let me help.

I called my office and had my secretary contact a residential cleaning
service to have this apartment cleaned and put in order.  I went and packed
a suitcase with enough clothes for Davis for three or four days.  Next it
was a duffel bag for Tyler and he helped me pick out a bag of toys.  Within
an hour I was carrying Tyler down the wobbly stairs and strapping him into
my car.  His Dad was next as I steadied him across the ice covered walk and
buckled him in as well.  A short time afterward, we were in my apartment.

"Now I know where everything is."  I declared.  "We should have no great
problem meeting everyone's needs from here.  Davis was absolutely taken
with my apartment.  It was on the 20th floor of a downtown complex and had
a panoramic view of the city.  I don't live extravagantly, but I am
comfortable.  The first task was putting two steaks on the grill, some
pasta in the oven and potatoes to bake in the microwave.  Within half an
hour I was feeding Davis as Tyler wandered around exploring and returning
to me regularly for another bite of something from our plates.  He seemed
bottomless

"I feel so useless and like such a burden."  Davis told me.  "I can't think
of how I am possibly going to repay your kindness."

"I thought I made that clear before we started."  I answered.  "This isn't
being done for you.  It's for Tyler."

We had some ice cream for dessert and Tyler stopped his exploring, sitting
on my lap to make sure he ended up with a full share.  We left Davis
sitting in the living room with the television while I took Tyler in and
gave him a bath.  We even got his hair washed and he smelled and looked a
totally different boy after we were done.  With his clean pajamas on he
trotted into the living room and sat next to his Dad for a few minutes
before we both put him to bed on one side of the queen size bed in my spare
room.  Checking on him in fifteen minutes, he was sound asleep.

"There is no way to be diplomatic in saying this, Davis."  I said.  "You
need a bath as well, but I think it will be easier to manage you in the
shower."  He sat on the sofa quietly for a minute, not looking at me.

"I don't know how to tell you this, Justin."  he said, not looking at me.
"I hardly have known you five or six hours.  I haven't been able to change
my clothes since the accident.  I haven't been able to do anything for
myself.  I do mean anything."  He raised his head and looked directly at me
and I understood the message in his stare.

"You don't need to worry, Davis."  I assured him.  "I have a good idea of
how things are.  You really don't need to be embarrassed with me."  He
stood up and I led him through my room, into my bathroom.  I asked him to
wait a minute and I turned on the big walk-in shower.  It could hold four
or five people, but up to now had been limited to only one.

As he stood waiting, I squatted and undid his shoes, removing them and his
socks.  I lifted his tee shirt over his head while he held his arms up.
The scent was pretty powerful and I knew he was embarrassed.  I talked to
him about trivial things as we were doing this.  Asked about Tyler.
Questions about the daycare Davis used when he was at the college, anything
to distract him from what was going on.  After the tee shirt was on the
floor, I quickly undressed myself so I could go in the shower with him.
Standing behind him, I reached around and undid his jeans then slid them
down his legs.  I made sure to take his underwear with them, knowing he was
distressed about them being soiled.

Suggesting he keep his bandaged hands above his head and out of the spray,
I reduced the water flow and guided Davis into the stream.  He moved around
making certain his entire body was soaked.  It was obvious the hot water
cascading over him was a welcome luxury.  I guided him turning around so
his back half would get wet.  Then I turned down the spray to a trickle
while I soaped him up.  His hair was lathered first.  He looked strange
with the white foam on top of his head instead of the dark, black hair I
was use to seeing.  Reaching up, I soaped each of his raised arms, from the
wrists right down to his muscled shoulders.  I then raised a lather in the
black tufts of hair in his arm pits and ran the bar across his hard chest.
Both of his nipples raised and pointed straight out as I rubbed over them
with the wash rag.

"You're going to know me awfully well by the time this is done."  he
commented.

"Just imagine," I responded, "by the time those mittens are gone and I've
done this five or six times, I'll be able to do it with my eyes closed."
We both chuckled.  I brought the wash rag down over his ribs and sides,
trying to press hard enough not to tickle him.  He had a well defined six
pack, and solid abdomen.  I made certain the rag covered my finger as I
soaped and cleaned out his navel.  There was a black trail of hair running
down from his navel and I followed it into a dense bush of coarse, black
pubic hair.  I used the soap and my hand to stroke through this making sure
the entire area was totally lathered.

It was time to do his lower body.  The idle chatter continued as I tried to
distract his embarrassment.  Crouched in front of Davis with the soap and
rag I washed his nicely muscled thighs and legs which had fine dark hairs
covering them.  He lifted each foot as I indicated and I soaped and
scrubbed each thoroughly.

"I'm sorry, Justin."  Davis said and I looked up to find his staff extended
and raised, bobbing in front of me.  "I was hoping this wouldn't happen."

"I'm glad it did."  I told him.  "It's much easier to wash this way."
Davis was uncut and the first quarter inch of his purple head was now
peeking through the end of his foreskin.  I grasped the shaft and he
groaned.  I gently peeled back the skin and using my hand soaped the large
purple crown carefully cleaning under the sensitive ridge.  Davis moaned
more.  I returned the skin and soaped the thick 6.5" shaft, then with the
rag cleaned his sac and the almost hairless area behind it.  The moans and
groans from Davis I'm sure were involuntary and he trembled slightly as I
finished.

"Sorry, guy."  I apologized, actually feeling sorry for him.  "We still
have quite a way to go.  If you get off now, you'll want to go to sleep and
we'll never get this done.

"I'm sorry, Justin."  he murmured quietly.  "It's just been so long and
that felt so really good."  I turned the shower spray up again and rinsed
Davis' hair and front, making sure to skin him again to get rid of all the
soap.  Davis responded with another moan.

Turning him around I started in on his backside.  After lathering his hair
again, we used the rag to soap his strong back and solid butt.  I asked him
to bend forward slightly and spread his legs apart while relaxing his butt
muscles.  It took quite a bit of concentration on his part, but he did as I
requested.  He was right.  He needed a good washing and he was scalded and
sore from being so long without adequate cleaning.  I was as careful as I
could be, but it took several sessions of soaping and rinsing before I
could see his bright red inflamed butt hole.

Rinsing Davis off thoroughly, I steadied him as we walked out of the
shower.  I grabbed a large fluffy towel from the warmer and wrapped it
around his waist.  Then I led him through my bedroom and out onto the
enclosed sun deck where there was a hot tub.  Removing the cover, I braced
him as he climbed into it and seated himself.  I climbed in after him.  We
sat back and relaxed.

"Thank you for bringing us here, Justin."  he said.  "Am I very happy I
agreed to come.  After the past three days this is almost like heaven.  I
really didn't know what I was going to do to manage.  I was afraid if I
asked for too much help they would try to take Tyler away from me."

"I couldn't be more pleased to have anyone here than the two of you."  I
replied.  "I think I've fallen in love with your son.  He is so great.
Tell me about yourself, Davis.  I mean anything your comfortable talking
about."

"Somehow I don't think I will have any secrets from you for very long."  he
told me, looking into my eyes.  "Tyler's mother and I were brief
acquaintances.  I got her pregnant.  We didn't want each other.  She didn't
want Tyler.  I did.  Here we are."

"Well that sums up Tyler."  I said.  "How about you ?  There must be a
little more to Davis."

"I'm not very interesting." he related.  "Dumb kid.  Wouldn't listen to my
parents or counselors.  Quit school because I was bored.  Learned a lot of
lessons the hard way.  Ty gave my life purpose and now I'm trying to make
myself better so I can give him a good life.  What about you, Justin ?  How
long have you been a `Good Samaritan' ?"

"About five or six hours."  I responded.  "I'm a spoiled rich kid who's had
it easy all his life.  When I saw you and Ty this afternoon I couldn't
leave you two like that.  I just felt I wanted to help."

"Well help you did."  he replied.  "Just having someone adult to talk to is
a major boost, but the meal, the shower and this, it's more than I could
ever have anticipated or hoped for."

We sat in the hot tub for another twenty minutes while we both relaxed.
After getting out, I wrapped a towel around each of our waists and took
Davis back into the bathroom where I shaved him.  He was a little wary of
my straight razor, but he soon realized I knew how to use it and afterward
acknowledged he received a close shave with no discomfort at all.  I asked
him about night wear and he told me he preferred nothing but seeing as he
was sleeping with Tyler he would wear some pajama bottoms or boxers,
depending on what I had brought in his bag.  I found both and he selected
the pajamas.  Before dressing him I had him bend over and I applied some
aloe cream to his inflamed rectum and surrounding areas.  He did not seem
near as embarrassed this time.

I loaned him a tee shirt to wear around the apartment with his bottoms.
His bandaged hands would fit through the sleeve openings of my larger size.
We sat and watched the news and each had a cup of coffee, his with a straw.
Davis was getting restless.  He shifted around on the couch and became
somewhat distracted.  I asked him if there was a problem.  I could tell
from his manner he was embarrassed about something again.

"I need to take a leak and my aim hasn't been the best in the past few
days."  he said without looking at me.  "I feel humiliated asking you to go
with me, but I don't want to mess up the bathroom."

"You're going to have to get over that."  I told him.  "In a day or two you
won't think a thing about it.  I don't now, so just relax."  We went into
the bathroom.  I fished into the fly of his pants and brought out his
shaft.  Skinning the head back, I aimed for the bowl.

"Do you think that Ty feels like this when you bring him into the `john' ?"
I asked.  After a moment we both started to chuckle.

"Is that suppose to make me feel better ?"  Davis questioned.  Before I
could respond he said, "It's weird, but it does."

"Just think of me as your big brother, giving you a helping hand."  I told
him.  As his stream slowed, his cock thickened and lengthened.  By the time
he was done and I shook his spear and pushed the foreskin back in place, he
was rigid.  "Do you want this relieved ?"  I felt compelled to ask him.
"You said it had been a long time."  He stood very still and silent for a
moment.  He nodded his head very slowly.

We walked into my room with me guiding him.  As he sat on the end of my bed
I tugged his pajama bottoms down and slid them off one leg.  I knelt down
at the end of the bed and he parted his knees as he lay back his upper
torso onto the bed.  He extended his arms over his head and I could see he
had closed his eyes.  I pushed the tee shirt up so he was totally exposed
from his shoulders down.  A very impressive and exciting vision he
presented.

I leaned forward over him and gently ran my tongue from the base of his
cock to the tip which was forcing itself from the stretching foreskin.  He
gasped and his eyes came open wide.

"I thought you were going to give me a hand job."  he whispered in a raspy
voice which was heavy with sexual need.

"I think you will find this more satisfying for the need you are feeling."
I responded.  I waited for him to answer or give me direction, but he just
closed his eyes again and relaxed.

Returning to his groin, I worked the tip of my tongue across his loose
hanging sac and lifted one of his solid nuggets on my tongue.  I commenced
laving the one I had and its twin, drawing them into my mouth and drawing
my tongue across the taut skin which stretched across them.  While I
imposed this barrage of sensations on Davis he moaned and groaned, twisting
his head back and forth and holding the sides of his head between his
strong upper arms.

Grasping his stick lightly in my hand, I slid the excess skin down to the
base and began to lick his steely shaft and engorged crown like a dripping
popsicle.  And drip it did.  Sweet, clear precum drooled steadily from his
large piss slit and ran like a stream down his stick, pooling in the hairy
forest of his pubic mound.  Davis indicated his appreciation with loud and
extended vocalizations describing what I was doing to him and by thrusting
his pelvis in short jabs attempting to score a hole in one with my mouth.

A broad swipe of my tongue up his shaft and my mouth engulfed his crown
while my tongue stroked back and forth and all around the sensitive ridge
of his corona.  Davis tried to gasp and groan at the same time and ended up
letting out a squeal of pleasure unlike anything I had ever heard before.
His nuts had tucked up tight against the base of his dick and I knew that
this boy was going to explode in a very short time.  I moved my lips slowly
down his shaft playing with the underside of it the entire way to the
bottom.  Davis raised his head and looked down at me as I wiped my nose in
his damp pubic hair like he did not believe I had taken the entire length
into me.  Placing his head back on the bed he began to pant as though he
had gone into labour.

Sliding my lips up to the ridge of his crown again I hesitated only briefly
and then dove back to the base.  This time the head slid into my throat and
I held it there while I swallowed, massaging the head with the muscles of
my throat.  It was the last straw as far as Davis was concerned.  His
padded hands came down to the sides of my head and I'm sure he would have
grabbed my ears if he could have.

"I'm cumming, Justin.  I'm cumming."  he shouted to me, apparently warning
me to let him escape.  I had never intended to let him loose.  His hips
bounced and I could feel the head of his dick move slightly in my throat as
it expanded and vomited his load into me.  I swallowed and swallowed, which
only continued to stimulate him as he continued to pump.  I don't think I
have ever had anyone cum as long as Davis did that night.  I imagine it
would have been a record load if it could have been measured, but it all
ended up safely stored in me.  Very slowly every muscle in Davis' body
turned to jelly as his orgasm tapered off.  It was a good five minutes
until his senses returned to normal.

I went and checked Ty to be certain he was still sleeping soundly before I
reclined on the bed beside Davis.  During his climax he had roared and
sobbed and jerked wildly, letting out a string of curses the likes of I
have hardly ever heard before.  As his mind cleared and he began to make
sense of this world again, he lay quietly and stared at me.

"That wasn't the first time you've done that to another man."  he stated.

"I wasn't aware I appeared virginal."  I replied, smiling at the idea.  He
was quiet for several minutes.  "C'mon, we better get you to bed.  You're
going to go to sleep very soon.  I grabbed his arms at the elbows and
pulled him up.  Stooping, I adjusted his pajamas pulling them up and
straightened the tee shirt.

"Don't you expect me to sleep here with you ?"  he asked.  Something in his
tone and the form of his question set me slightly on edge.

"I would love to have you stay with me," I responded, "but I think Ty needs
you in case he wakes up tonight, or in the morning not knowing where he
is."

We walked through to the spare room and asked if Ty needed to be taken to
the bathroom now or if he was good for the night.  Davis hesitated and I
could see he was thinking and making some decision.  He told me the boy
needed to get up so I coaxed him out of bed and carried him into the
`john'.  Davis stood in the doorway and watched as Ty anointed the bowl
while I supported him.  I took him back to bed and tucked him in.  I don't
think he actually woke during the whole process.

I walked around the bed and pulled down the covers for Davis.  He climbed
in bed and I pulled the covers up around him.  Turning out the light I said
`good night' and received a grunt back in response.  Turning out most of
the lights, I left some on in case either of them had to get up and find me
during the night.  Before crawling into my own bed I thought about taking
my pajamas off and decided that with Ty in the apartment I should follow
his Dad's lead, so I left the bottoms on.  My recent encounter with Davis
had really excited me, but it had also been extremely satisfying.  I turned
out my light and drifted off to sleep with no desire to relieve myself.