Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2002 00:36:43 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tourist #3

THE TOURIST
By
Lee Mariner

August 2002

DISCLAIMER: This story is a gay fantasy and depicts homosexual acts between
young men. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person
or persons living or deceased. Any such similarity is purely coincidental.
IT IS A FANTASY AND IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THE STORY OR
YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: August 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Jeffrey/Curtis

Chapter #3

While I closed out the cash register, Beth and Curtis threw the cover sheets
over clothing displayed on tables close too the front windows so the morning
sun would not fade the clothing. Beth had laid her coat and purse on a chair
in the showroom so she wouldn't need to walk to the back room for them.
Curtis was heading for the back while she put on her coat and I called out.
"Curtis, double check and make sure the coffee pot is off please."

"Yes sir. I think Beth turned it off but I'll double check."

"It's off Mr. Cumberland, I always make sure of that." Beth said but Curtis
was already in the back.

"I'm sure it is Beth but it won't hurt for him to check it once in awhile.
Is he still dating your sister?" I asked absentmindedly glancing outside.

"I don't think so or at least he hasn't been around the house lately. Thelma
is only 14 and kids her age don't really need to be getting into serious
dating."

"What about you Beth? Anyone serious in your life?" I asked regretting it
when I did. I don't like getting that personal with my employees but the
question just seemed to jump out when she mentioned her sister.

"I'm sorry Beth, that's none of my business. Forgive me."

"Oh no that's alright, I don't mind. My boyfriend is in his last year of
college. He goes too ODU up in Norfolk. He should be home this weekend. I
think everything is secure, I'll see you in the morning, good night."

"Good night Beth, have a pleasant evening." I said following her to the
door. I knew the door would lock behind her but I wanted to check the street
hoping that Jeffrey would be outside.

There were people walking by but I didn't see Jeffrey among them. I
recognized several people from other stores that were closing but he was not
among them.

Damn, I thought. He seemed sincere enough and had more of less been the
aggressor but like another tourist I had met, he made a date and then didn't
show. That thought wasn't exactly fair though. Mark hadn't made a date he
had just disappeared.

After a few minutes standing in the door, I went back to my desk. I still
had the days receipts to total out and make the deposit slips out before I
went too the bank.

The Muzak was on and I reached under the counter and flipped the switch that
would transfer the control too my apartment. I had a television upstairs but
rarely used it except for news and an occasional special that might be
broadcast. I was feeling a little depressed and it was difficult trying to
concentrate on the small stack of receipts for the day when I heard a dull
clank of metal on metal. No one was at the front door when I heard it again
and it came from the backroom.

The noise frightened and puzzled me at first but then I remembered I hadn't
seen Curtis leave the store. He had to leave by the front door since a heavy
bar barred the back service door.

Hearing the noise again, I got up and walked towards the back a little angry
and upset that Curtis had not left with Beth.

The showroom was divided by a half wall that I had been intending to have
moved an extended too the ceiling.  The entrance to my private apartment was
on the showroom side of the wall and moving it would allow more privacy when
I entered or left. There was an outside entrance to the apartment off of the
alleyway behind the building but I used that only if I was going out rather
then the front door of the store.

I glanced over my shoulder at the front before opening the connecting door.
Curtis was using the exercise equipment that I had not gotten around to
moving upstairs. The equipment did not require that a second person be
needed since it was built for single person use and all you had to do was
change the weights being sure they were locked in place.

Curtis was lying on the bench that was used when doing leg presses, wearing
only an athletic supporter. I stood in the doorway, my hand on the knob and
watched him, not saying anything. His thigh muscles swelled and rippled each
time he pressed upwards, holding the weight for a few seconds before letting
it lower slowly. His almost nude body glistened with sweat. Gripping the
handholds on the sides of the bench, his chest muscles tensing as he inhaled
and exhaled with each repetition of the exercise. If he knew I was watching,
I couldn't tell because he continued without breaking his rhythm. When his
legs were extended his quadriceps looked like thick rope. I could see the
bulge in his supporter and the hair around it. His chest and shoulder
muscles were tense, muscles rippling and his stomach was hard and flat from
the exertion. I felt a tingling in my groin as I gazed at him.

I watched as he did 5 more repetitions and then he lay breathing hard his
bare feet still on the steel rod.

He didn't move when I said, "I think you had more weight on the bar then
your should have had Curtis. Don't you think you should have asked me before
you used this equipment?"

He didn't move except to lower his legs from the bar and place his feet on
the floor. His muscles relaxed and I could see his chest rising and falling
as he breathed his hair damp from sweat. I waited for a reply to my question
admiring the beauty of his developing body and his athleticism as he lifted
up and swung his leg over the bench.

Curtis sat with his elbows resting on his thighs his hands hanging between
his legs and shaking his hair from his face he looked at me.

"I didn't think you would mind but I guess I should have asked first.  We
don't have equipment as good as this at school and I couldn't resist."
Curtis said looking me in the eye.

The sweat was running down his chest in rivulets channeled by his pumped
pectoral and abdominal muscles soaking the waistband of his supporter. The
dark hair leading down from his belly button and around the supporter cup
was soaked and laying flat on his smooth skin. The tingling in my groin was
getting more intense as I looked at him.

"You better put your sweats on before you catch cold Curtis. I'll be at the
cashier's station when you're dressed." I said turning away from him.
"Your not mad at me are you Mr. Cumberland? I won't do it again."  He said,
a slight pleading tone in his voice.

"I'll talk with you about it after your dressed Curtis." I said walking
away. Common sense told me I should let him go. I didn't have any reason to
be getting involved with a minor but it was not so much an infraction as it
was his cocksure attitude and I liked that about him. He reminded me of when
I was younger and had done a couple of crazy things just about as cocky when
I was in college.

There had been one boy that I really wanted and in the showers one day I
showed him my hardon and it damn near got my ass whipped, he got so mad.
Fortunately he didn't report me for it and I learned a lesson from it, don't
be so damn sure other people felt the same way I did.

The memory brought the tingle back in my groin and my cock started getting
hard again. "Damn." I thought. "Why didn't Jeffrey come back after promising
he would?"

My back was to the stockroom door and I didn't hear Curtis walk up behind
me. I was sitting at my desk thinking and getting hornier when he spoke.

"Mr. Cumberland, I really am sorry I didn't ask you."

Curtis stood right behind me and when I spun around in the chair he moved
slightly. His hair was still damp but combed and he had washed up in the
employee bathroom and I sat looking at him. Curtis had a square jaw and the
thin hairline on is upper lip was almost like a mustache more visible from
being damp. His dark eyebrows were growing together and it gave him an older
look. Soft brown eyes and an aquiline nose over soft full lips with a slight
cleft in his chin gave him an almost Clark Gable look. I hadn't really
looked at him before. He was nervous but he still had an air of confidence
but the cockiness he had displayed earlier was not there.

"Curtis, pull one of those chairs over and sit down, we haven't really
talked since you have been here."

Dropping his knapsack on the floor he went for one of the several chairs
that were scattered around the floor. He moved with the same athletic grace
I had seen when he sat up on the weight bench. Like a cat he seemed to move
on the balls of his feet and not flatfooted as Greco wrestlers did. I had
the feeling that he knew I was watching him but he didn't look at me as he
carried the folding chair, opening it and sitting just off to my left.

I didn't say anything for a few minutes fiddling with some papers on the
desk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that he was breathing evenly his
soft brown eyes gazing in my direction.

Without looking directly at him I said, "Beth told me you were a swimmer in
school. Swimmers don't usually use the heavy weights you were using do
they?"

"For the leg muscles we do and for shoulder and arm strength we usually only
do curls. I'd like to have more definition in all of my body then just those
muscles. Swimming and wrestling help with most of them but our coaches tell
us what muscle exercises we should work do."

"You don't workout in just a jock strap in school Curtis."

"I wish we could or at least in shorts. They make us wear full sweat suits
and you can't see what your muscles are doing. I like watching mine grow and
get big like that guy in the dressing room this afternoon. Man but he had a
body didn't he?"

Curtis sat in front of me with his legs spread and his eyes sparkled. I
couldn't see if he was excited thinking about Jeffrey because of his sweat
pants. It surprised me that he had even seen him, I didn't think he could
from where he was standing.

Yes he did Curtis but that type of body comes from heavy controlled weight
lifting. Like you said, you're a swimmer and need a slimmer but well muscled
body. I didn't realize you saw him that closely." I said watching as he
fidgeted a little.

"I didn't at first but I saw you looking in the mirror and moved over a
little so I could see what you were looking at. He sure left the curtain
open wide enough didn't he?"

His eyes still sparkled and he had moved his hand so it was hanging over his
crotch but not groping like most do when they are excited. I was tempted to
tell him about his earlier display but didn't, shifting the subject.

"You said the school didn't have good equipment for working out Curtis.
Don't you have any at home?"

"Nah, my grandmother can't afford it and I sure can't. The stuff at school
is just weights and barbells not like what you have."

Another surprise, he didn't say his parents but his grandmother.

"You live with your grandmother Curtis and not your parents?"

His shoulders sagged a little and he hung his head for a minute before
looking at me.

"Yeah, I live with my grandma. Mom and Dad died when I was 7 years old."

"I'm sorry too hear that Curtis, I wasn't trying to pry."

"That's okay, I don't mind. They died in Italy where my Dad was stationed.
Grandma told me that's why they put me in a private school. They didn't want
me going to a school over there that wasn't run by American teachers.
Grandma didn't tell me for a long time about how they died. Some truck
driver sideswiped their car and run them off of the road. They put the guy
in jail for causing the accident but that's all I know."

His eyes were watering up as he told me about his parents. Leaning over I
patted his thigh.

"I'm really sorry Curtis, I shouldn't have brought it up. It's getting late.
Go on home and we can talk more later if you want."

"Okay Mr. Cumberland." He said running his fingers through his hair and
standing up. "I'll see you tomorrow and I hope you aren't mad at me."

"Don't forget your knapsack Curtis and I'm not mad at you."

I watched as he walked too the door and then I followed him. He had a
forlorn look, his shoulders sagging a little and when I said "goodnight" as
he went out the door he didn't answer just threw his knapsack up on his
shoulder pulling the door shut. Standing and watching as he walked down the
street, I glanced around but didn't see whom I was hoping would be outside.

"Well" I thought, double-checking the door locks. "It's not the first time
I've been stood up and probably wouldn't be the last."

I finished my work and put it in the safe. Beth would make the deposit when
she came to work in the morning. She had keys to the store and knew the
combination for the safe. Sometimes she would make the deposit early before
I came down from upstairs.

The streetlights and timer controlled window lights were flickering on but
no knock at the door and I walked to the door leading up to my apartment.
Reaching for the doorknob, I hesitated and continued on too the stockroom.

Curtis had replaced the light tarpaulin that covered the Nautilus Exercise
equipment and I pulled it off looking down at the bench where he had been
laying. The picture of him laying there pumping his muscles up was vividly
imprinted in my mind. The sweat glistening on his chest caused my tongue to
run over my lips at the thought of kissing, tasting his hard nipples. My
balls and cock ached from desire, the need to feel release.

Stripping down and tearing my briefs off, my thick steel hard rod sprang
free bouncing up and down a small drop of pre-cum oozing from its pee hole.
God it felt good being naked even alone. A coolness spread over me while I
worked up a sweat doing leg and arm curls. Pulling down on the overhead bar,
I felt the blood rushing and filling my deltoid and biceps muscles as I
pumped the iron weights. The tenseness in my loins increased as I pulled the
overhead bar. Switching around to the end of the bench I hooked my feet
under the lower bar and worked my thighs and abdominal muscles the hard
length of my rod pressed tightly against them and my nuts being squeezed
between my thighs. Sweat was pouring down into my groin like a river and I
used it as a lubricant stroking my cock in rhythm my pumping legs, foreskin
sliding up and down covering and uncovering its blood engorged head.  Gently
electric sensations were spreading through me as the cum started rising and
my nuts were tightening ready to send sperm gushing in a volcanic eruption.
A loud groan escaped from deep within my gasping chest and I fell back on
the bench my back arching, muscles tightening as my cock jerked, shuddering
in my hand. Thick hot streams covered my chest in cock and body racking
spasms. I heard myself moaning and groaning until I collapsed still gripping
my slowly softening meat sweat and sperm mixing on my chest and stomach
starting to run off of me as I gasped trying to get my breath back.

I lay on the bench several minutes almost exhausted, my hand slowly milking
the last drops of my sperm from a still half hard cock. Visions of Jeffrey
and Curtis flashed in front of my eyes but I hadn't thought of either one as
I was jerking off.

				* * * * * * *

I used my shirt and wiped the cum and sweat from my chest and stomach and
cleaned the floor where it had run down the side of me. Picking up my
discarded clothes I walked naked out of the storeroom and up to my apartment
and took a lonely shower before fixing something to eat.

I enjoyed living alone most of the time but it was getting harder as I grew
older. I had often thought of selling the business and moving to a larger
city like Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. or somewhere in Florida. I was only
30 but a feeling of needing someone that I could share with was something
that was sort of festering inside of me. Talking with Curtis earlier and
seeing his loneliness at the loss of his parents made me think about my
being alone. He was only 16 but the feeling of his reaching out had touched
me and I wondered how far it might go if I talked with him some more. I
didn't have any reason to believe he might be gay but not many young men
would display themselves with a full hardon the way he had in the changing
booth. Hustlers might but I couldn't think of him as being a hustler.

Straightening the kitchen up and putting the dishes in the dishwasher I
started getting ready for bed when I realized I hadn't switched the store
phone so the extension phone in the apartment would ring if someone tried to
reach me for some reason. Putting my robe on with a sigh, I went back
downstairs to the cashier's station and flipped the switch; Beth would
switch it back when she came in. The street outside of the store was almost
empty. Most of the businesses had closed except for a couple of pizza
delivery places and a Carvel Ice Cream parlor. Glancing up at the wall
clock, it was almost 10PM and I didn't realize that it had been almost 5
hours since we had closed.

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Checking the phone by my bed to be sure it was working; I turned on the TV
for the 10 o'clock news out of Charlotte and threw my robe across the foot
of the bed.

I slept naked and the sheets felt cool as I slipped under the light blanket.
For a brief moment I thought I detected the soft odor of Mark's cologne when
I lay down. I didn't think of him as often as I had but it still hurt a
little thinking of how he had left. I could still feel his hard muscled body
next to mine and the excitement I had felt as we explored and enjoyed each
other. He had been the kind of guy I could have fallen in love with but it
was probably better he had left. Mark was like a free spirit not destined to
he held down unless he wanted to be.

Jeffrey was more the type that liked a quick fuck and then on too the next
one. Curtis kept popping up in my thoughts and that bothered me, I really
didn't know why. I had never been attracted to anyone his age.

I fell asleep without turning the television off and the ringing of the
telephone along with its crackling screen woke me. The bedside clock said it
was 2AM and when I answered the phone the voice at the other end brought me
full awake.

"Mr. Cumberland its Curtis."

"Curtis? It's 2 o'clock what are you doing up this late? Is something wrong?
Where are you?" I exclaimed. He sounded like he was crying or had been.

"I'm at the clinic. They took my grandma to a hospital in a helicopter. The
doctor said something about her having a stroke and she needed better care
then they had here. What am I going to do, the cops want to take me to the
jail until they can find my Aunt but she lives in Baltimore. Her address was
in grandma's pocketbook but I don't know her. I told them I could stay here
with my uncle."

"You did what? You never said anything about an uncle and Beth didn't. Where
does your uncle live?" I said almost in shock but I could hear Curtis
starting to cry. "Where are you now Curtis?"

"They. . . . they are taking me to the police station until they can find
someone to take care of me." He stammered between sobs.

"I'll be there as soon as I dress. Don't worry Curtis, things will work out.
Just do what they say until I get there."

"Yeees sirrrr, I will."

Jumping out of bed, I hardly put the phone back in its cradle and stubbed my
toe. Cursing under my breath I put on a pair of jeans and a sweater. No
socks just a pair of loafers and I grabbed a light jacket as I almost
stumbled down the stairs to the garage.

I knew several of the village police from making donations when they wanted
to buy a new cruiser or some other piece of equipment. One of them was Lewis
Moxley. He was a young ex-marine with a flaming shock of red hair and wore
his uniform like a marine, tight. He was married but we still got along
pretty good and I hoped he was on duty. Luck was on my side, he was.

I don't think I broke any speed limits but I made it to the small station
without incident, the village police force was always cut back after the
summer season. I had never been inside of the station, never had a reason to
be.  Two blue lights on either side of the front door led me in the right
direction and when I walked inside and saw Lewis's red hair, I breathed a
little easier.

When he looked up from his desk his eyes opened wide. "Mr. Cumberland." He
said starting to stand up. "What can we do for you, any trouble at your
store?"

'No Lewis, no trouble at the store but I think you have a young employee of
mine here, Curtis McKeon. He called me all upset. Something about his
grandmother being taken too a hospital and he was in jail or going to jail?"

"So he called you. He said he was calling his uncle. Are you his uncle?"

"Heavens no, did he tell you that?"

"Not in so many words, just that he could stay with his uncle and he was
going to call him. His grandmother had a massive stroke and they flew her by
Medi-Vac helicopter too Sentara General in Norfolk. Mrs. McKeon had an
address book in her pocket book and she has a daughter in Baltimore. We told
Curtis he couldn't stay at home alone and we would get in touch with her
since she seems to be the only one we could get in touch with. The doctor at
the clinic called her and she is going to fly down from Baltimore too
Norfolk."

"What's going to happen with Curtis? Is he here now?"

"He's in the back in the duty room. The paramedic gave him a light sedative
so he would calm down, the poor kids really upset. I guess since he doesn't
have anyone here we will have to keep him here until arrangements can be
made with his Aunt. The Chief won't like it when he hears about it but I
don't know what else we can do."

"Keep him here in the jail Lewis? Why can't he stay with me until things get
straightened out? I'm not his uncle but I am his employer and it would be a
lot better then his staying in the jail."

"Not sure about that Mr. Cumberland, let me get Sgt Keifer and we can ask
him about it."

"Can I see the boy Lewis?"

"I don't see why not. You can tell Sgt Keifer what you just told me."

Following Lewis down a short hallway I couldn't help but admire the width of
his shoulders and narrow waist. His trousers fit like a glove outlining his
very tight buns and they way they moved up and down as he walked was almost
erotic, hell it was erotic. I had never been in bed with a redhead but Lewis
was a very tantalizing young man. I had to catch myself up when he turned
looking at me saying "In here."

"Sgt Keifer, this is Mr. Cumberland. Curtis works for him and he called
him."

Sgt Keifer was a big burly man and I didn't know him. He was sitting next to
Curtis and looked at me with watery blue eyes after Lewis introduced me. I
could see Curtis had been crying and he started to get up but the Sgt moved
before he could.

"I know Mr. Cumberland, I've seen you at several civic functions." He said
extending his hand. "Thanks for your support, we appreciate it."

"My pleasure." I said shaking his hand; he had a very firm grip. "Officer
Moxley told me what has happened although I knew some of it when Curtis
called. I understand Curtis will be staying here in the jail until you can
make arrangements with his Aunt. Is there any reason he can't stay with me
until then? It would be a lot better then here in the jail, that might be
several days."

"Pretty bad situation isn't it? I didn't think he had an uncle here when I
overheard him use your name."

Curtis was sitting behind the Sgt and suddenly cried out, "I'm sorry Mr.
Cumberland, I didn't know what to do when they told me they were going to
take me too jail. I haven't done anything wrong have I?"

Before I could speak Sgt Keifer turned speaking too Curtis.

"No boy you haven't done anything wrong but you should have talked with me
or Officer Moxley before you involved Mr. Cumberland."

"Sgt Keifer the boy is scared, wouldn't you have done the same thing? I know
I probably would have."  I said, in a conciliatory tone.

"Yeah, I guess your right about that. If the boy wants to stay with you
until we can get up with his relatives I don't see any harm in his staying
with you. He works for you and you own a business and everything here. Not
like your going to run off with him or anything. It would be better and I'm
pretty sure the Chief would like it. Is that what you want Curtis?"

"Yes sir if it's alright."  There was a slight tremor in his voice as he
answered Sgt Keifer and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"That's it then. Come on up front Mr. Cumberland, there are a couple of
custody forms you will have to sign first and then Curtis can go with you."

For a moment I thought Curtis was going to jump up and hug me but I looked
at him sharply and he settled down following us out of the room. I couldn't
blame Curtis, the place smelled antiseptic. It was not a place I wanted to
stay.

Sgt Keifer explained what we were doing to Officer Moxley and he grinned at
Curtis and I as he listened looking at us. "Well now, Curtis doesn't want
the villages hospitality? Ashley sends the food down for our guests, not bad
really."

Curtis had a dumbfounded look on his face as he looked at the three of us
but he didn't say anything. Officer Lewis started filling out the forms and
Sgt Keifer chuckling a little said, "I think Curtis has had all he wants of
jails. Good experience boy."

"You won't see me here again sir." Curtis said a little timidly.

"Good, you do what Mr. Cumberland says until we can get things straightened
out."

"Yes sir, I will."

Curtis seemed to have lost just a little of his cockiness but that probably
was from being intimidated by authority he wasn't accustomed too and I
grinned thinking about earlier in the store.

I signed the papers for custody and Officer Moxley gave me a copy. They were
standard personal information about me and where Curtis would be. There was
a hold harmless clause protecting the village and my agreement to assume
responsibility for Curtis as long as he was in my custody. I didn't realize
it then but later those papers would change both our lives.

				* * * * * * *
Curtis sat quietly next to the door as we drove home his head nodding a
little. He was still wearing the sweats he had on earlier and my nose told
me he hadn't showered but he didn't smell offensive. It was a little
exciting. Sort of a musky masculine odor, the kind that followed when two
people made love.

Curtis got out of the car before I pulled it inside the garage and waited on
the back steps.

When we entered the apartment and I locked the door and turned he wrapped
his arms around me with his head buried in my chest, tears poured from his
eyes. My arms automatically went around his shoulders holding him and I
could feel his body shaking as he sobbed, deep racking sobs that came from
deep within him.

I was caught off guard at first but then it only seemed natural to stroke
his hair and soothe him as best as I could. He was still just a 16-year-old
boy whose world had suddenly collapsed in on him and he was scared.

"Easy Curtis, easy. Things are going to be all right. It will take a little
time but it will get better."

"I was really scared Mr. Cumberland."

"Curtis, up here in the house call me Jack. When we are in the store, Mr.
Cumberland.  If we are going to be living together I don't want too hear
that all of the time. Have you had anything to eat since you left the
store?"

"No sir, I've been at the clinic and then the other place."

"And you haven't showered have you?  Okay, while you shower I'll fix
something so you can eat and then it's way past both our bedtimes."

"I don't have anything except what I'm wearing Mr..errr Jack. The red headed
cop said I could get some clothes but we didn't get the chance."

"Clothes we will worry about in the morning. The bathroom is first door on
the left in the bedroom. There are plenty of towels hanging on the rack."

While Curtis was showering I fixed him some eggs and sausage with toast and
milk. My head was whirling as I tried thinking of all I had to do later in
the morning. I didn't hear when Curtis walked up behind me while I was
fixing the plate of food and his milk. I almost dropped it when I turned
from the stove and he was right behind me.

He had only a towel wrapped around his hips and tucked in at the waist with
a pronounced bulge in the middle where his cock was and his hair was still
damp from not being completely dry. His face lit up and he had an impish
grin, his eyes twinkling at my confusion.

Swallowing hard I looked away saying, "Sit at the table and eat while I get
the bed ready. I don't have a couch or day bed so you will have to sleep
with me. I hope you don't toss and turn a lot."

"I don't think I do but I don't have any pajamas or clean briefs unless I
put the ones I took off back on."

"That's okay Curtis, I sleep raw if that won't bother you. Go ahead and eat
so we can turn in. Just put the dishes in the sink for tonight." I said
watching as he started eating.

The bed was only a little messed up from when I had jumped out of it and it
didn't take much to straighten it out.  Kicking my shoes off and removing my
shirt I stretched a little before unzipping my jeans and dropping them
around my ankles lifting one foot out and kicking them in the direction of
clothes hamper with the shirt. I really felt tired from the night's events
and wanted another shower but decided it could wait until morning. The bed
looked really good. Slipping under the sheet and blanket I groaned softly
laying my head on the pillow my muscles relaxing.

My eyes were closed but I could hear Curtis moving around and I opened them
looking in his direction. He had taken the towel off and I saw his soft
smooth buns disappear in through the bathroom door. He was out of sight for
only a moment and then reappeared walking too the bed. His thick cock was
half hard and swayed slightly as he walked his muscles rippling in the soft
glow of the bedside lamp. He sat of the side of the bed reaching for the
covers and swung his legs up and under them lying back on the pillow. He
laid his arms beside him stretching the covers outlining his body and the
large bulge from his hard cock. His chest rose and fell rapidly and I could
hear his heaving breathing as he inhaled and exhaled.

Resisting a strong urge to take him in my arms, I turned out the small bed
lamp plunging the room into darkness my own cock rock hard at the sight of
his smooth body and hard cock. My heart was racing, my breathing becoming
heavier as I stared into the darkness and I squeezed my throbbing cock.
Every fiber in my body screamed for me to approach him now if I ever was
going to but I turned on my side away from him.

Breathing deeply and trying to get my emotions under control I felt him move
in the bed and then his soft voice in almost a whisper, "Jack would it be
alright if I laid next to you and you put your arms around me? No ones held
me since I was a baby, will you please."

I held my breath the blood beating in my ears as my heart thumped and I
exhaled softly.

"Are you sure you want to do that Curtis, are you really sure?"

"Yes. I really need to feel someone holding me tonight. Please Jack, hold
me." He said in an almost whimpering tone.

"Move in the middle Curtis." I said softly and I rolled over too meet him.

Curtis snuggled close and I slid one arm under his neck and laid the other
over his smooth muscled chest my still hard shaft pressed against the crack
between his soft buns. He didn't move and I ran my hand down his chest over
his stomach and gripped his hard cock squeezing its hot throbbing length.

Kissing the back of his neck he turned his head slightly and my lips felt
his smooth cheek. Pulling him closer, his body felt like warm soft velvet
and I sighed smelling his clean soft hair.

His muscles were relaxed not tense and he whispered in the dark. "I've never
been in bed with a man Jack but if you want me, I won't mind."

I don't know if I expected Curtis to say anything like that or not but it
felt like he had lifted a load from my heart and I nuzzled the back of his
neck with my nose.

"We will talk about that later when you are sure that is what you want
Curtis. It's something you really have to be sure you want and need. It's
not always a one time thing."

I could tell he was getting sleepier as I held him his breathing a steady
rhythm and he mumbled drowsily, "I'm sure Jack, really I am and. . . . " He
didn't finish what he was saying, slipping into a deep sleep.

He was an exhausted not so little boy and I held him gently my mind racing
and my hard cock softened pressing against his buttocks.

Exhaustion was overcoming me as quickly but the though lingered as I slipped
off, "what am I getting into?"

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