Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2002 18:12:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Wishus Teglin
Subject: Wishus and His Easter Adventure  (M/b)

Wishus and His Easter Adventure
A Boylove Short

by Teglin


Copyright 2002 by Teglin.  You may freely copy this boylove romance and
distribute it.  Please have the courtesy not to alter it in any way.

WARNING:

This boylove romance short story contains descriptions of sexual acts
between a man and a minor boy. If this story is illegal where you are, or
for your age, or the concept of a man/boy romantic relationship offends
you, don't read further.

Dedication:

To all the readers of Three Weeks to Heaven, who wanted to know what
happened to Wishus and Teg later on in their lives.  This is the first of a
series of letters that will tell bits of that story.



Dear Bill,

Thought you'd like to hear about our Easter morning here.  I've certainly
been wondering how Rolan and Metrio fared. Not to mention Joey - but I
suppose he and Tonio have had their own private celebration?

Well, we'd been half-awake for a while, since dawn, when Wishus finally
slid forward and let my half-hard penis plop free from his slick bottom.  I
laughed as he sat up, and his little pucker fluttered loudly - I had
certainly pumped him enough - he had to be full of something more than air!
He groaned and slapped my thigh, then leaned forward and shook his perfect
little hiney at me.  The gown shifted down, quicky shutting off my view of
his still gaping hole, already dripping with our combined juices.

His eyes were barely open, and he had to part the fly-away tangle of his
hair to see the Easter basket at the foot of the bed.  I just waited as he
finally realized what it was and rasped, "Oh Teg, why did you do this!  I'm
too old for this."

"Too old for the Easter Bunny?!" I asked.  He looked back below his
shoulder at me, oh so very offended.  I just raised my brow
conspiratorially.

"It's not the Easter Bunny," he answered in his drollest, driest voice.
"It's you.  And Uncle Bill.  I know he sends you stuff to put in my basket.
I saw some of it in his closet when I was there."

"Wishus! Whatever are you talking about?"  I tried to act wounded.

He gave me a look of disgust, but it was weak and half-hearted. Funny how
he suddenly seemed very intent indeed, as he crawled forward on his knees
and pulled the basket up onto the bed and started exploring it.  Eleven
years old, but not too old for a chocolate bunny, it seemed (I'll let you
tell him how hard it was to import that all the way from Switzerland!).

Then, satisfied that either you, or I, or maybe the Easter Bunny, had taken
care of him in the candy department, he slid off the bed with his basket in
hand and non-challantly sauntered towards the living room, his bare feet
silent upon the wooden slats of the floor. Nothing on his mind.  Oh no, not
this boy.  Just waking up.

Yeah, right!  I followed him on tippy-toe, knowing better, and loathe to
let his beautiful form out of my sight anyway.

Sure enough, when he saw the first colored egg peeking up out of his shoe,
by the front door, he squealed like a 5 year old, and ran to it, and
plopped it into his basket.  Then he turned with the widest grin on his
face, which transformed instantly into 11 year old glum self-consciousness
as soon as he saw me.  He reluctantly tossed me a smile anyway, but then
stuck out his tongue at me, and said, "well, whoever left them, I might as
well find them."

"Yep, I agree." I said, innocently.

So that began ten minutes of him scampering about the place looking for
eggs and counting them in his basket.

When he sat down at the kitchen table at the end, I sat down with him, and
started brushing his hair, feeling such a rush of love for him.  That
incredible thrill that comes EVERY TIME I touch him, even for the millionth
time.

"I can't wait to tell Rolan and Metrio how many I got this year," he said
excitedly, concentrating on the basket's contents, still taking inventory.
"Hmmh, I don't see one of those that I found in Uncle Bill's closet.  Teg!"
he turned to me, and then climbed right up into my lap.  I felt the wetness
of my own semen trickling from his bottom onto my thigh.  "Teg, do you
think, well, maybe I ought to go back over there for a visit soon?"

"Well, sure, sweetheart.  Maybe the Easter Bunny visited there too, you
think?"

He chattered and counted and ate chocolate and real eggs, while I just sat
there holding him close, combing his locks, and thanking whoever, whatever,
that this wonderful boy is a part of our lives.

Your friend,
Teg