Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 00:01:46 -0400 From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net> Subject: Loving Tyler's Dad Chapters 3,4,5 (LJB)(MM 1st oral anal)(5/8) 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. I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue enjoying the story. LJB Loving Tyler's Dad - 2.1 CHAPTER 3 It's very strange how some things in life are so certain you can count on them no matter what. If you have a tire in for repair the chances of you having a flat grows exponentially by the number of days until you reclaim the repaired one. If you are expecting a telephone call and you wait all day, the phone will start to ring 36 seconds after you sit on the toilet. When you attend the funeral of your lover, it will rain. And rain it did. Not the warm promising rain of Spring, but the cold, bone chilling rain of Autumn, heralding the imminent arrival of Winter. The kind of rain which as it hits splatters and causes a fine mist so even your hand, seemingly protected by the umbrella which it holds over your head is wet and cold from the dampness suspended in the air. But then, the only warmth of any kind I've really felt these past three weeks had been the frequent times Tyler clung to me for support and reassurance. That had been frequent, but not frequent enough to rid me of the cold I had felt as my heart slowly died, maintaining only enough life to provide him with the refuge and solace he was seeking. I sat there, as the priest intoned the words of comfort for those of us who remained, knowing all my love except that which was retained for one small boy was very shortly going to be lowered into a dark, dirty hole and buried forever. I couldn't even cry over this final loss. I had shed all my tears already and had none left to anoint the shiny wooden box or the soil which would claim it. Is three weeks not long enough or is it too long ? What can really be accomplished in three weeks ? It's not long enough to build much of significance, but it's enough time to break three hearts. There's time enough to plant a tree, but not enough to say `good bye'. Would there ever be enough time to say `good bye' ? How could there be ? A few headaches, a little dizziness. Reading the small print becomes difficult and when you mention it you add a few jokes about getting older. Then one morning you get up and start to vomit. Time to finally see a Doctor. That leads to a referral and the removal of most of your blood for testing. More poking and prodding. Referred to another Doctor. There goes the rest of your blood for more testing. X-rays, CAT scans, M.R.I. machines, "Can you feel this ?", "Ouch. Yes I can.", missed a few drops of blood so that has to go for testing. "You have an inoperable brain tumor and it's growing." The good news. "No, there'll be no pain." The bad news. "Less than a month, no longer." Two weeks at home with the family. One week in the hospital. Then gone. Two weeks with the two people who are your total world. The partner who has been everything to you that a friend, confidant, companion and lover can possibly be. The son who you both have loved as dearly as life itself, watched to grow to a beautiful 9 year old. Quick, intelligent, social, handsome, athletic. He has developed into everything he could and wanted to be and has only potentials in his future. How do any of us say `good bye' ? A week in the hospital. Watching the strength of my love fail in keeping his systems from shutting down. Eye sight is lost, kidneys stop functioning, headaches are so severe he was kept sedated more and more. He reached a point where he asked for Tyler not to visit. He didn't want to be remembered that way. Each day and night I would lay on the bed for awhile holding him, knowing that he slips away from me second by second and each time may be the last. And one day, one bright sunny day as I sat beside him, holding his hand, he stopped. There was no climax, or fanfare or warning, he just stopped. Every fiber in my body wanted to scream. To yell at him to live, to wake up and squeeze my hand just once more. Just once more. I didn't. We had agreed he could go quietly, peacefully. A nurse bursts through the door. She looks at him and then glances at me. I shake my head, reinforcing for her our resolve not to do anything. Her eyes showed the change from her preparedness to save to acceptance of the inevitable. I appreciated her understanding. My tears flowed freely then and I stayed with him for an hour expelling a little of my anger, frustration and sense of loss. It was the last time I ever had alone with him. I had to go home and face Tyler with the news that one of his Dads was gone, never again to bring joy and laughter and stability to our lives and we had to go on the best we could manage without him. Tyler of course was as crushed as I and we wept together over our loss. The last three days have been a blur. Nancy has been the Captain of our ship. She moved into the house temporarily and took over both Tyler and me. She has guided us through this numbing time allowing us to grieve and the wound of our loss to thinly scab over so we could at least appear to function. We had the good fortune of having several good friends and everyone had banded together to see everything necessary had been done. Tyler has insisted I sleep with him in his room the past few nights and it has saved me from having to return to our bed, an event I do not anticipate with relish, but for Tyler's well being I will have to face soon. We are now reaching the end of the social responsibilities associated with the death of our loved one. The funeral is finished. The graveside service is ending. We have yet to meet the gathering of sorrowful faces with smiles of understanding held in place by those who will return to the house to socialize, cheer us and provide fond remembrances of the dear departed. This day will no doubt end at some point, it just seems like it will go on forever. Nancy hovers over Tyler like a she-wolf guarding her young from the savage elements. After two hours, Jim Phelps and Nancy from the office with Brad and Jim, our good friends had moved everyone out. The house was silent. I was sitting on the couch, Tyler beside me with my arm draped around his neck where he had placed it, his back wedged in tightly against my side. We sat quietly. I realized I was listening for his sounds trying to determine which room he had gone to. Humming, a pot rattling from the kitchen or feet skipping down the staircase, any clue at all. It hit me. Suddenly and forcefully. Then and there the total reality hit me. Justin would not be back. He would never again walk into my life, our lives. He was truly gone. John Jacobs is the Senior Partner of Jacobs, Ross, Forbes and Devon, the Law Firm where Justin was a Partner. He had contacted me and arranged for the reading of Justin's Last Will and Testament. He also informed me because of Justin's position in the firm, he would serve as Executor of the estate and there would be no fees assessed on his part or that of the Firm. It was a very generous and thoughtful thing for him to do. Tyler and I arrived at the office at the designated time and were happy to see Nancy in the conference room with Jim Phelps as well. Nancy had been Justin's Secretary for almost eight years now and she had always been a good friend to both of us. Her help during his illness and afterward had held us all together. Jim Phelps was Justin's Associate and had worked closely with Justin for the same amount of time. He too had been a great help and comfort to both of us. "I am not going to read the Will in its entirety." John declared after we all were seated. "The documentation is complete and in standard form. I know it is accurate because I drafted it myself on Justin's instructions. There are only four bequests, a) To my associate, James Phelps who has proven to me over and over he is a litigator of exceptional talent and a friend of the same quality, I leave an amount equal to the value of my Partnership with our Law Firm and my strongest recommendation my current partners accept him in my stead." "I pause here to advise you all the Partners have met and accepted Justin's recommendation." John said. "Jim you are the newest Partner in this firm, if you choose to follow Justin's advice." "Thank you, Sir." Jim responded. "I happily accept." "To continue," John advised, " b) To my Secretary, our very good friend and confidant, Nancy Davidson, I leave the opportunity to spend the summers in her swimming pool, or anywhere else she may desire in a cash bequest of $2,000,000.00." Nancy sat looking at the table. She didn't move, I'm not even sure she was still breathing. I reached over and put my hand on top of her hands which were resting folded on the table. She grabbed hold of my hand and squeezed it as if she were afraid to let go. "It's all right, Nancy." I said. "We love you like a sister. He wanted to be sure you could do whatever you chose for the rest of your life." "You knew ?" she asked, her voice shaking with emotion. "Yes." I assured her. "We discussed it. It's what we both wanted." She nodded and continued to look at the floor. I knew she didn't want Tyler to see the tears she was shedding. "We will continue," John announced, " c) To my son, Tyler Roth, who with his father's permission allowed me to adopt him when he turned five, I leave the properties which I have transferred into his name as part of the Trust established for him under the supervision of his father, Davis Roth, until he reaches the ages outlined in the terms of the Trust." "It should be noted our accounting and real estate departments have assessed the documents in this Trust and value it at approximately One Hundred Million Dollars." John interjected. "I might further comment that through the Trust, Tyler has now become our landlord." We all reeled. Everyone had been aware Justin was worth a great deal of money, but never imagining anything near what had been revealed in his bequest to Tyler. He and I had talked about money, but I had never cared to know the extent of his wealth. Our discussions had centered more around my wanting to be sure I was contributing a fair share even though I always knew he'd never let me. Since the insurance settlement, I had more money available than I would ever need and Justin had frequently given me outlandish cheques as gifts for any reason, such as President's Day, or Hallowe'en. It got so I would tear them up. "There is one more item to be dealt with," John said, " d) The sum and balance of my estate I leave to my beloved partner and soul mate, Davis Roth. This includes all other properties, bonds, certificates, stock and monetary values. Two specific properties are my share of the house in which we reside and the building where our original apartment is located. All bank accounts, trusts and any personal items which I owned or possessed are his to use or dispose of as he sees fit. I trust he will see Tyler has remembrances of me from my personal belongings. I also include a note for him with this document which is for his private attendance." "Davis, I know you and Justin discussed this will before it was finalized, but I was told by Justin to prepare you before I told you the extent of his estate. He said you would truly have no idea. The value of the balance of the estate is in excess of One and a half Billion Dollars." I just sat there. I heard what he said but it had no interest or meaning to me. My attention was on the note. He had a note for me from Justin. Words for me from my Justin. "The note." I stuttered. He handed me an envelope. My hand shook uncontrollably as I reached out and took it from him. I looked at the writing on the front. My eyes wouldn't focus, I couldn't read what was written on the envelope. I wiped my eyes and looked again. Justin's handwriting and one word, "Davis". Tearing open the envelope was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I slowly removed the folded paper from its nest. Dearest Davis, I am not going to even try to say in this short space what you have meant to me. You know it as clearly as I know what I have been for you. We have loved unconditionally to the best that humans can achieve. We have known more love in our six years than most people can find in their entire lives. I want you to keep the flame of our love burning by sharing it with someone else. You are not to hide, you are not to run and withdraw from life. You are to find someone else to love. If you do not celebrate my life and love through your own, then I will have never existed. I live in you, as I am continued on through my other great love, Tyler. Celebrate the love I have given you by sharing it with someone who is worthy of you and your love. I will always be with you. My love for you is forever, Justin CHAPTER 4 "It's really good to see you, Davis." Sam said. I had dropped by to see our old friend in the Financial Office of the College. He was now the Director of Finance and looked like the job was wearing him down. "I'm sorry it's been so long. It's what, almost a year now since we lost Justin. I can't believe the time has gone so quickly." "Sometimes it seems a long time, Sam and other times it feels like yesterday." I replied. "How are you ? And how is Tyler doing?" he asked. "We are doing okay, really." I assured him. "Tyler is 10 years old, very active and enjoying his school. I have been kept busy looking after all the details I never had any idea Justin dealt with. And that brings me to the reason for my visit." "I hate to be pushy," Sam commented, "but I really hope you're here to start the Discretionary Fund again." "What about the Discretionary Fund ? Is there a problem with it ?" I questioned. "Well naturally, there hasn't been one since Justin died." he informed me. I must have had a strange look on my face. "He never told you, did he ?" I must have continued to look lost. "Justin was the Discretionary Fund. You were the first, then each year he would call me and ask who I had found that deserved help and wasn't going to get any." "I never knew." I told him. "What did you do when I repaid my funding ?" "I found a second person that year." he responded. "Sam, call Nancy. Tell her what you need." I replied. "We'll do three people of your choice, completely in your hands. From now on it's a standing yearly thing. I want them told it's the Justin Forbes Discretionary Fund, that's all." "Thank you, Davis." he said. "It's a good investment in the future." "Believe me, I know." I confirmed. The day after Justin's Will was read, Nancy quit her job at the Law Firm. The next day she set up an office in one of the spare rooms at our house and informed me she was now my Personal Assistant. She had been invaluable in getting us through those first six months. She looked after all the business needs, showed me and explained to me what I needed to know about and organized everything which needed to be dealt with. The inheritance did not effect anyone locally, but apparently sent a ripple through Wall Street. Although Justin Forbes' name was prominent in investment circles, no one knew anything about him. He had inherited his fortune as a child, away at school. He was safely protected there and information about him was scarce. They didn't even have a photo to print in the article about his death and referred to him as a "reclusive Billionaire". In the same stead, Davis Roth was a complete unknown. Again no pictures were available and practically no information could be found. The Law Firm consistently issued "no comment" statements and I found the protective barrier which Justin had in place around us served to keep our lives private and us secure. Tyler, having always been at his private school meant there was no public record available on him and he remained a total unknown as well. The true extent of our protective barrier became more apparent one day when Nancy buzzed me and asked if she could bring someone to see me. She escorted a distinguished, middle-aged gentleman into the living room and introduced him as David Dunbar, the owner of the company which provided our security. To that point I was totally unaware we had any security. It came as a total surprise to me to learn that since the early days, Tyler had never been without a security shadow. Justin had arranged so there was never a moment when Tyler was out of our sight, there weren't at least two security staff looking after him, although they were never seen. They followed him to school, they were nearby when he played, there was always someone watching over him. The same appeared to be true for me as well. Nancy and Mr. Dunbar sat and explained to me the problems with the kidnapping and ransom of business executives and people of wealth and those closest to them. I understood what she was saying and could see where it was a necessary concern. Mr. Dunbar came to ask if we could provide him with an itinerary of our planned activities a week in advance so they could schedule more effective coverage for us. I agreed, but told him I wanted Nancy covered from now on as well. She started to object, but realized I was not going to relent, so she accepted on a condition. She wanted one of our spare rooms converted to a Security Office and for it to be manned 24 hours a day. She felt this additional coverage would afford Tyler and me better coverage and also leave someone in the house with her when we were not available. I was not too certain about turning our house into an armed camp, but I knew she would have her way in the end, so it was easier just to give in now. I agreed to the condition. One of the tasks Nancy had taken on was to monitor requests for Donations which I received. Each week she would bring a list to me to discuss. It was usually divided into categories of Consider, Don't Consider and Rip-Offs. The `Consider' list contained sub-listings of Straight Donation, Buy Something and Attend. I had shared Justin's note with Nancy after several months and she was very adamant about my finding someone else to share my life. She would often point out she didn't want Tyler to end up stunted now he only had one Dad to turn to. A year had now passed and Nancy was starting to asterisk some of the `Attend' entries on the donation lists and share her disgusted looks when I turned the invitations down. "Justin never attended this kind of stuff." I said to her one day in excuse for one of her unspoken `tsk, tsks'. "Not once you two were together, he didn't" she agreed. "He was totally wrapped up in you and Tyler. But before he met you he did, He wasn't a monk you know and neither should you be." "I know he wasn't, but it's just too soon." I whined. "Davis, it's not too soon." she replied. "Justin gave you a task. You're 31 years old and you have a whole life ahead of you. I want to see you happy again and for you that means having a partner to love. Now get out there and start meeting some people." "All right, all right." I conceded. "Just to keep you quiet, pick one and I'll go." "Good." she said. "I need someone to escort me to the Fireman's Ball and you just got the pleasure." Nancy went to work. By the next day she had lined up a table of 12 to attend the Fireman's Ball. The 10 others were all people we both knew and a few of them were close friends. I was committed whether I was ready or not. The next task was to break the news to Tyler. Justin and I had hardly every gone out without him (Nancy said I couldn't take him, it would be too late) and when we did it was usually Nancy who stayed with him. Aha, maybe I wouldn't be able to find a sitter. "Tyler." I said at dinner one night. "Aunt Nancy has talked me into taking her to a benefit dinner on Saturday night." "I know." he responded. "It's a grown up dinner." I continued. "I'm sorry, but you won't be able to come this time." "I know." he responded. "Of course, I might not be able to go." I offered. "With Nancy going I might not be able to find anyone suitable to stay with you." "It's already looked after." he answered. I looked at him with a question on my face. "My friend, Randy, from school is coming over to spend the night and Gary, the Security Man is going to supervise." "Oh, I don't think they're allowed to do that sort of thing." I said. "It's already looked after." he repeated. "Aunt Nancy got permission from Mr. Dunbar. He said it was no problem and we could do it any time the guys are willing. Are you going to find someone to replace Uncle Justin ?" His question stunned me. "No one will ever replace your Uncle Justin." I told him. "I know that." he responded. "I didn't mean it like that. Are you going to find someone else to be with you ? I'm going to grow up and I don't want you to be alone. I likely won't live with you all my life, but I will come and visit." "That's the way it should be, son." I assured him. "Uncle Justin told me you need to have someone else to love besides him and me." Tyler told me. "He said he would only rest comfortably once you had done as he asked. He is waiting for you to find someone." "How do you know all this, Tyler ?" I asked. "He told me before he left for the hospital," Tyler answered, "and I dream about him all the time. He is always with me." I thought about Justin's note. `I live in you, as I am continued on through my other great love, Tyler.' I though how true that was. I dreamed of Justin that night. I remembered the touch of his body against mine, the feel of his lips as they brushed or pressed against mine and the thrills which ran through my body as he firmly grasped my cock and stroked it. I had experienced no desire since his death. No erections, no self release, no vivid recollections of our passion and desire. Tonight it all came flooding back to me. It had taken seven months into our relationship before I was prepared for Justin to fully make love to me and possess me completely. He had me claim his ass within the first few days but my hesitance had remained. He never pushed me, he waited patiently, until it was right for me. After the first time, it became my favourite form of intimacy. I could not get enough of him and to my good fortune, he felt the same about me. Occasionally, during our six years together I would ponder when our desire for each other was going to wane, but it never did. My dream was as real for me as anything I have ever experienced. We were soaking in the hot tub, a tradition for us which we very seldom missed, as was the kissing and fondling we did while we were there. We exited the tub and as usual we were both as erect and solid as two steel beams. This did not change as we rinsed in the shower and then dried. I could feel his hands under the towel as he dried me and as he rubbed my calves and shins he slipped his lips around the engorged, large, purple head of my phallus. Swirling his tongue around and around caused me to stand up on my toes as I held his broad, muscled shoulders for balance. Releasing the sensitive crown he started in my dense bush of coarse, black pubic hair and like a mother cat giving her young a thorough scrubbing licked up the black trail of hair running down from my navel. When his tongue reached my navel he rolled it and immersed it in the small well twisting and turning it as if to drill further into my body. Leaving this adventure he rose and swept my body up into his arms like a feather in the wind and carried me onto our bed. As he lay me down I took the opportunity to grasp his 8" circumcised cock and guide the big red crown which glisten with the clear leakage from its tip, into my greedy mouth. He gasped as I locked my lips around it and cradled a portion of the mighty shaft with my tongue. He placed himself gently beside me so he might reach my own shaft and quickly encased it with his mouth and tongue. The waves of pleasure which flowed through my body rekindled the memories of all we had shared holding each other in this and similar positions. I felt myself soaring toward climax and tried to get him to stop so our time together would be prolonged, but the demand of his mouth on my cock was insistent and I plunged over the edge, not able to take him with me. I opened my eyes. His presence was still palpable, but I was alone in bed, naked, uncovered and a fresh load of my semen had spewed over my chest and stomach from my spent cock which was rapidly withdrawing from the scene of its triumph. This was the first emission I'd experienced since I lost Justin and I really wondered why, on the eve of my first social outing it would occur. Were the others right ? Was it time for me to heed my lover's wish and share his love ? I found myself asking him to please guide me. Help me know if anyone is truly worthy of the love he taught me to share. Please let me see with the clearness Justin possessed into the souls of those who would offer love to fill the space left vacant by my loss of him. CHAPTER 5 "Why me ?" I asked. I already had my own suspicions. "Troy, this came direct from the Chief." Inspector Robinson replied. "It's essential for the Department." "Yeah, well and good," I responded, "but why me ? The Department has public relations guys to handle this type of thing." "It seems you two have some things in common." he answered. "What, you mean he's gay ?" I said. "You're throwing me to him as a bone ? It really shows what the Chief and you think I'm worth." "No, no Troy. It's nothing like that and you know better." he was trying to placate me now. "You know how much we value you. There is no question about your worth to the Department, or our feelings for you. We figure he's gay, but there's more to it than that." "Like what ?" I asked. "For one thing he lost his partner about a year ago." Robbie explained. "He also has a 10 year old son named Tyler. We thought you might be able to get him interested in some of our programs. His partner, Justin Forbes was a big supporter and contributor. He stopped attending our functions when they got together about seven years ago, but he always continued providing his support financially to our charity drives. Now we don't know what's going to happen and the Chief is worried. He's asking you to get to know this man for the good of the Department." "I don't mind meeting the man and I'll even try to interest him in our activities," I conceded, "but if you expect me to do anything beyond that, you got the wrong man. I don't prostitute for anyone." "Troy, the Chief and I would be the last people on earth to ever expect such a thing from you, and you know it." Robbie assured me. "Just charm him and see if you can keep his contributions coming in." This sort of crap really pissed me off. Soon as they made you an officer they expected doing your job was no longer enough. I've been in this Fire Department for 15 years, since I was 20 years old. I worked my way up from fire fighter to the Director of Search and Rescue for the past 5 years. Now they want me to be funding recruiter for the gay community. Some rich guy's `play thing' inherits the wad and I'm suppose to make sure he spends some of it on Department charity drives. Back when I was twenty years old and joined the Department, I never imagined I would be where I am now. When I transferred to Search and Rescue I was 22 years old and green as grass. I had done well as a fire fighter, but had to start learning all over again. Now, 13 years later I'm the Director and Head Instructor of the section. I like my job, I love working with the men I train, but this public relations crap is something I will never get use to. So why have I been chosen for this special assignment ? Well, one reason is because I am openly gay. When I joined the Department I had not yet faced the truth about myself and I spent all my waking hours proving to everyone, but mostly myself, I was a macho, heterosexual man. If I wasn't banging some broad, I was drinking and brawling with some of my manly buddies. One of my wild weekends resulted in my getting a young, 18 year old high school senior pregnant. When the smoke cleared, she went to college, then on to bigger and better things and I had a beautiful, baby boy, named Ryan. Still being fairly young and not learning my lessons very well, I started up with my previous lifestyle with a baby at home and sitters filling in my role. A small group of my fellow rescuers got together and I found myself one weekend with a couple of the senior men at the isolated cabin owned by one of them. During that weekend I was shown my true nature and hesitantly indoctrinated into the joy of male sex. I learned about love from two men who had known it for many years and demonstrated a standard of behaviour and principles which set goals for me to achieve. All that, coupled with the fact they kicked the shit out of me to start out, changed my life. I realized Ryan was the center of my life and I started to appreciate the wonder that he was and is. One of the lessons I learned at my indoctrination was about the benefits of monogamy and a true loving relationship. I was fortunate to establish such a relationship when I was 25 with Danny Peltier, a fellow fireman from a different section. Our meeting each other and subsequent relationship was the design of my tutors. Danny was my first and only true lover. He was three years older than I and we met at a party given by my mentors. When we were introduced there was something passed between us and we both knew we were destined to know each other. My Captain came to me later in the evening and said Danny was not feeling well and seeing as he lived in my area wanted me to drop him off on my way home. I agreed and we left the party early. "I have to apologize for dragging you away from the party early." he said. "I hoped the Captain would ask you to bring me home." "Oh, why's that ?" I asked. I'm not sure whether I was being naive or playing a little game. "I don't think you and I should play head games with each other." Danny told me, looking straight into my eyes. "Ever." I had no reply to offer. "Do you have a baby sitter at home ?" he asked. I nodded. "Then I think we should go to your house and let her get home." He leaned over and kissed me then and I kissed him back. I drove straight to my house. He stayed at the house while I took the sitter home. "It's a nice house." Danny said when I returned. "I looked in on Ryan while you were gone. He's fine. What a beautiful little boy he is." "Thanks." I replied. "Do you want a drink ?" "No," he answered, "and neither do you. Let's go to bed." He must have had a look around while I was gone, too, because he led the way into my bedroom. After he passed through the bedroom door he stopped and turned around and I walked right into him. He put his arms around me and kissed me again. This time he slid his tongue into my mouth and dueled with mine, inviting mine to follow it back to his home. We continued on for about 5 minutes and our passions rose steadily the entire time. When we broke apart, Danny started to undress me. The party had been casual so I was not overly dressed. I raised my arms as he slid my golf shirt up, over my shoulders and head then off my arms. His hands returned to my chest and he felt the solid muscles across my shoulders and down into my upper arms. He brushed his thumbs over my nipples and I gasped at their sensitivity to his touch. He took the little nubs on each between his thumbs and index fingers and squeezed and twisted them gently. A warm feeling flooded my groin and my already stiff dick started to leak. When he bent forward and surrounded one with his mouth and bit gently on it I thought I might just wet my pants. I reached to his waist and pulled his shirt free from his pants. When he straightened up I undid the buttons down the front of his shirt and slid the shirt from his shoulders down his arms. It fell to the floor, joining mine at our feet. This man was cut. His pecs were totally defined, sharp and shaped and his nipples stood erect and pointed out at me. The muscles on his upper arms were defined and several veins accented their curves by standing out on the surface as ridges. Black hairs dusted his chest and accumulated in the middle then ran a hairy line over his washboard abdomen to his slightly protruding navel. "Maybe we better stop now," I muttered, "before I end up with an inferiority complex." "You have nothing to feel inferior about." he answered me gazing at my upper body. I was hard and muscled, but from hard work and daily exercise, instead of the shaping from gym training and weights. "We get you going on my weights a couple times a week and your definition will stand right out. You're already beautiful the way you are though." I brushed my hand over his chest, enjoying the tickle of the hair. Touching his nipples I discovered they were firm and pliable like hard rubber. I raised his arm and nuzzled my nose in the furry patch of coarse hair, then slid over and chewed on his pointed nipple. "Chew on that sucker, baby." Danny hissed at me. "Make me feel it to the balls of my feet." While I worked his nipple, I unclasped and unzipped his pants, allowing them to fall to his feet. He had on a red jock strap and his cock had pushed itself straight up his belly so the deep red head protruded from the top of the waist band. It and the waist band were soaked with precum. As I was looking at this Danny undid my pants and in one movement crouched down lowering them and my boxers to the floor. While he was down there he finished the job, removing my shoes and socks from each foot and having me step out of my clothing. As he stood, he dragged his hands up the back of my legs and squeezed my ass, separating the globes and dragging his finger tips up the crease over my asshole. The feeling was intense. Grasping the top sides of his jock strap I went down and removed the remaining items from his feet and legs. On the way back up, I caught the end of his dick in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his sensitive head. He grasped my head with both hands and threw his head back making a hissing sound. I dove on his cock, taking almost the full 7" into my mouth and to the back of it. I had only done this a few times and not for a while so I gagged when the tip hit my throat and I had to pull back. His hands stroked my hair and he waited patiently for me. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and went to town. I sucked and stroked with my lips and played with my tongue until he begged my to stop. "I don't want to come this way." Danny told him. "This first time has to be with you in me. I've always believed I would recognize the man I was to be with the first time we met and it's you, Troy. I hope you like me `cause we're going to be together a long, long time." I looked into his eyes while he was speaking and knew every word was the truth. He grabbed my cock and led me to the foot of my bed. Sitting down he gave a little tug to pull me over in front of him and then he dove onto my rigid spear. Now I have 9" when it's hard and there hasn't been anytime I remember that it's been harder than right then. He took the full shaft in one swallow. And swallow he did. I had never had the head of my dick in anybody's throat, but that's where it was and it was a sensation I would never forget. It took every inch of will power I possessed to keep from filling his throat and mouth. I suggested to him that he had best tread carefully and he released me. I dashed into the bathroom and returned with some lube and a mental note to myself that it belonged in the bed side table from now on. Danny was very patient while I applied the lube to his asshole, but then my chewing on his nipples again did have him distracted a little. I think he realized I wasn't very experienced in male sex. When I had three fingers working in him comfortably, he asked me to feel around for a little knob. I found it and he jumped. He explained what it was and how it could be used effectively by both fingers and cock. I appreciated the instruction and resolved to pick up everything I could from Danny so I could make our time together the best he could ever have. Even then I was falling in love with him without realizing it. My cock had stayed hard as a spike, so when Danny was prepared I got in position to mount him. "You're going to have to take it easy to start." Danny warned. "I don't do this often and I may take some time to adjust." I placed my dick's tip against his muscle and applied some pressure. Nothing. I applied some more and I could see Danny's eyes start to squint. I had been told before when I was doing this to push out, so I suggested Danny try. All of a sudden the top three inches of my dick surged into him and he grimaced in pain. I froze. I didn't move a muscle. Danny's face eased up and he told me it was feeling better. He wanted to try again. I pushed forward very carefully and slowly my cock started to slide into Danny's body. He said it felt strange, but okay. I continued sliding slowly until my pubes were pushed up against and tickling his balls. We stayed in that position for about a minute, then I slowly pulled back until just my dick's head remained in Danny. I pushed back in, this time causing him no discomfort at all. We started a regular motion and the feelings both of us were experiencing were stupendous. We both chorused in moans and groans which just rolled out of us with no conscious effort. My speed increased without my realizing it. Suddenly I remembered about the little knob Danny had led me to. I leaned this way and that way as I stroked and finally on one thrust inward, Danny's eyes shot wide open and sparkled. I asked him and he nodded. I started trying to hit it regularly and after a couple times Danny shouted at me he was going to cum. I hadn't even touched his dick yet and neither had he. Next thing I knew, I'm ready to explode. It snuck right up on me I was so busy making certain Danny was okay. Danny let out a roar and threw his head back. I thrust into him one last time and his ass grabbed my cock and squeezed it like a fist. I exploded. As I did I saw Danny's cock hurl gob after gob of cum at his head. He must have squirted at least 10 times, but who could concentrate enough to count. My mind soared higher than ever before as my body drained itself and I found Danny there, soaring with me. It was a totally different experience for me. I found I was stretched out on Danny's body and his arms were locked around me holding on tight. When he released me I kissed him again. This time it was a gentle kiss of thanks. "It's never been like that for me before." I confided to him. "That was really special. How many times have you done this ? You were really great." "You mean like this, with me on the bottom ?" he asked. I nodded. "Counting this time, just once. I always promised myself I would do this when I found my life partner. You're stuck with me now, boy." Somehow that thought didn't bother me in the least. Danny gave up his apartment, I sold my little house and we bought a house in a nice neighbourhood where Ryan could grow up with a yard, a swing, a slide and a sand pit. Ryan called us both Daddy as a toddler having no care to distinguish between us. When he reached about age 5 he made a change and Danny became Da and I became Pop. And that's how it remained. Our life together was more than I had ever expected my life would be. We loved and laughed. All three of us were happy. I became a Senior Officer in my section and Danny moved to top grade in his firehouse ranking. My shift was 5 steady weekdays as a Trainer and Danny worked station shifts of 48 hours on and 72 hours off. We both pulled in good salaries and we had a comfortable lifestyle. Then overnight that dark specter which stands on the edge of firemen's lives struck. The newspaper headlines read, "Two Firefighters Killed in Million Dollar Arson". After six and a half years together Danny was gone. One of his junior men had been cut off in the burning building and Danny had gone in after him. That was five years ago when Ryan was 7 years old. It hit both of us really hard, but we worked our way through the grief and now our memories of him were wrapped in the love we both remembered. We thought about him often, together and those times brought the two of us closer together as well. I have been with two men since Danny died. Neither experience was very satisfying. I learned I was spoiled and sex had very little meaning to me anymore when there was no love in it. The past two years I have been celibate. The Chief and Robbie, my mentors, watch over me encouraging me to start a new relationship, but I really don't believe more than one affair of the heart is likely in one lifetime and I'm just not ready to accept anything less.