Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 00:05:08 -0500 (EST)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: "Darien's Tears" (4/6) (t/t, inc, oral, anal)

DARIEN'S TEARS (t/t, inc, oral)
by Lemmaire

(Part 4 of 6)

I sat there on the bottom step of the basement with Darien, holding him
until he was all cried out.  After a few silent minutes of feeling his
warm heart beating against my arm, watching his chest rise up and down as
his breathing slowed, I kissed his forehead and let go of him.

"I'll be right back," I smiled gently.

He nodded, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. Not knowing what to
do with the mess, he grinned broadly and wiped it on my shirt.  It didn't
matter.  It was already soaked with his tears.

"Thanks a lot," I said, giving him a fake eye roll.  "Come to a guy's
emotional rescue, and all you get is a shirt full of snot."

He shrugged innocently and tried to smile.  He looked pained.  I kissed
the top of his head again.

"Don't go anywhere," I smiled.

I crossed over to the other side of the rec room and opened the bathroom
door.  I flipped the light on, squinting a little as my eyes adjusted.  I
turned the faucet on and let the water warm up.  Going to the closet, I
opened it up and took a blue cotton washcloth from the center shelf.
Testing the stream of water with my finger to make sure it was warm, I wet
the washcloth and squeezed out the excess.

I shut off the water and walked back over to Darrie, who was still sitting
on the step, no longer crying, but following me with his sad eyes,
wondering what I was doing.

"Hi," I said, smiling at him and kneeling down on the floor, so I was
sitting face to face with him.

"Hi," he said back, making a weak attempt to smile.  His eyes were puffy.
His face was streaked with drying tears.

Gently, I took the washcloth and touched it to his cheek.  He closed his
eyes.

I ran it slowly across his face, warming his cheeks and making
feather-light passes over his eyelids and under his eyes.  I continued
slowly, with each stroke of the washcloth, wishing I could wipe away his
pain, too.

"You're so nice to me," he whispered.  "Nobody's ever treated me this
way."

He opened his eyes and looked at me.  They were glistening.  For a minute,
I thought he might cry again, but he blinked back the tears and let me
continue.

"Blow," I said, holding it under his nose.

He laughed.  And blew.  It sounded like a trumpet.  We both cracked up.
His was a joyous laugh.  The first honest laugh I'd heard all morning.

I folded the washcloth over to the clean side.

As I ran the warm cloth across his skin, he reached up and put his hand
over mine.

"Thank you," he said simply.  The quiet appreciation in his voice was all
I needed.  For the first time in my life, I felt important to someone.
Needed.  It was a good feeling.

We sat there in silence...me taking care of him like a child.  Wishing I
could make everything better again.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I love you, Jared," he whispered in the darkness.

I put my hand up and stroked his hair.  I let one finger trace along the
side of his sweet, sad face.  My answer came with no hesitation and no
shame.

"I love you, too."
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Like the sunshine through the open living room window, Darrie's mood
brightened considerably.

We went back upstairs to my room and took showers, separately.

It wasn't that I didn't want to be with him, or touch him, or do some more
stuff -- it was just -- it didn't seem like the right time.  So, I let him
shower in private, enjoying glances at his smooth, young body as he got in
and out of the water.  I wonder if he knew how much I really, really
wanted him right then...physically.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist when he strolled back into my
bedroom, and seeing me on my bed, my eyes glued to his every step, he
grinned sheepishly and flashed the towel open for a split second, giving
me a humorous peek at his tiny treasures...soft and shriveled...pink and
clean from the water.

He went to his suitcase and found some fresh clothes.  Everything we'd
been wearing earlier was wet with tears and snot -- I grinned as I peeled
off my shirt and threw it in the hamper.

"Thanks for the slime job," I complained happily.

"Any time," he answered, grinning back.  "That's what family's for,
right?"

I shook my head in amusement and got into the shower.  I yelled back out
to him, loud, so he could hear me.

"You can put your clothes in my dresser," I shouted over the sound of the
water.  "Just move some of my crap over and cram them in."

"Thanks," he shouted back.

"And there's extra hangers in the closet, if you want to hang anything
up."

I heard him fumbling around with drawers and hangers as I continued to
clean myself.  Staring down at my own penis in the water flow, I took
extra care in lathering and cleaning myself there -- just in case.  I
didn't stroke myself, though.  I would have been hard in seconds.

I came out about five minutes later, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel.  I
saw that his suitcase was empty and tucked under his bed.

"All done," he said.  "Thanks for the space."

"No problem," I answered.  Then, making sure I had his attention, I
flashed him back with my towel, the way he'd done it to me.

He pointed at my tiny dick.

"I think you better have that checked," he winked.  "It went bye-bye."

"Oh, it'll be back," I assured him.

We both laughed and finished dressing, heading out to enjoy the day.
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When Mom and The Beast got home, I made her run us up La Palma and had her
drop us off at the corner of Beach Boulevard.  Good gal, that Mom -- she
never bitches when she has to play kid taxi.  The Beast, however, still
dressed in her ballet tights, whined the whole way there.

"Oh, settle down," Mom told her.  "It's only ten minutes."

She dropped us at the curb, handed me twenty dollars for lunch, and gave
us the standard lecture about staying out of trouble -- the usual parent
routine.

"I'll be back at five," she said.  "If you get abducted, please tell the
kidnappers they have my deepest sympathy."

She winked.  I shook my head and told her, "Go."

She smiled.  Then, with The Beast still grumping in the back seat because
her feet hurt, she blew us a kiss and drove off headed for home.

Darrie grimaced.  "She do that kiss thing all the time?" he asked
fearfully.

I rolled my eyes.  "Yep.  Even at school dances."

"Oh, Jesus," he muttered, his voice low with horror.  "I hope I'm gone by
the time the school year starts."

We both grinned at that one and headed up La Palma.

We ate lunch at the Buena Park Mall -- just some fries and drinks --
nothing major -- we wanted to save our money to do something.

We doubled back and turned right on Beach.  Ripley's Believe it or Not was
on one side of the street...Movieland Wax Museum was up a little way on
the other.  Counting our cash, we decided for the wax.

We had a great afternoon, clowning around, goofing off with the statues.
When nobody was looking, Darrie felt Marilyn Monroe's tits, and I gave
young, skinny Elvis a finger up the ass.  All in all, a pretty good day.

Mom picked us up a few hours later and we headed for home.
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"Thanks," Darrie said later that night as we were undressing and getting
into bed.  "This was a really fun day.  It really took my mind off
things."

"No problem," I said happily. "It's so cool to have somebody to hang out."

"What's the matter," he grinned.  "Don't like playing Barbies with The
Beast?"

I shuddered at the mere thought of it.

Even though the rest of the household was already sleeping, I made sure my
door was locked before I turned off the light and got into my bed.  I
wasn't sure if I was supposed to be in his.  How do people work this
stuff, anyway?  It's very complicated.

Darrie looked puzzled as I climbed into my side.  Almost hurt.

"Aren't you sleeping with me again?"

That's all he had to say.

I sprang out of my bed like a cannon and joined him in his.  He laughed.

"I take it that means yes."


I smiled.  "That definitely means yes."

We stretched and wrapped arms and cuddled into each other.  We kissed each
other playfully, a little nervous, but mostly just happy to be so close to
each other again.  Our hands reached down and tickled each others sides.
We both squirmed and laughed, enjoying the fun of the moment.

I ran my finger across his nose and he scrunched his face up.

"That tickles," he grimaced.  He looked so cute, I wanted to kiss him all
over his face.  So I did.  He laughed at that, too.

He reached up and ran his finger across my lips.  It made me shiver --
like a jolt of pure, wonderful electricity.

I gently kissed his neck, tracing my tongue across his salty skin.  He
wrapped his arms around me tighter and tickled me again.

"Hey!" I laughed.  "You're asking for it."

Shuffling in the bed, tossing the covers off, I quickly had him
pinned...his arms pressed down over his head.  He looked up at me with
sweet, angelic contentment.

"This is nice," he whispered.

"Yeah," I said, suddenly feeling serious again.  "It really is."

I leaned forward and kissed him.  It was a deep, soft kiss.  I felt his
eyelash brush my cheek as our faces pressed together.  Even that felt
wonderful.  Special.

I worked my way down his body, kissing gently, stopping at his small,
perfect nipples, licking and teasing them with my tongue before I lowered
myself down to his tight, smooth stomach.

He stretched and relaxed, spreading his legs a little, so I could sit in
between them.

I leaned over his groin, and once again enjoyed the sweet, clean scent of
his pubic hair.  I pushed my face into him, inhaling deeply and enjoying
the light, musky scent.  His hair was like mine -- light and sparse --
just enough to show, but not much more.  I let my tongue run through it,
enjoying the way it felt, savoring the new, exotic flavor.

His penis was perfectly shaped.  Lit only by the moon and a streetlight
outside the window, I could still see it clearly -- erect and straining
toward my mouth -- its perfect mushroom head flared and eager.  The shaft
was thin and straight -- a little more than four inches long, just like
mine.  It had a perfect, even flesh color to it -- with a small ring of
darker brown circling the center.  I licked the ring first, which sent him
into a deep, satisfied shiver as he felt my first, wet touch.

I lapped the shaft slowly up and down, like candy...like a lollipop.  Like
his neck, it was sweetly salty, full of wonderful scents and flavors --
something so new and perfect.  I kept my eyes open, watching it jerk
softly, involuntarily, as I touched it with my tongue. I liked licking it
like that...just to watch it jump.

But I could tell by the way he was squirming and moving his hips, he was
eager for something more serious.

So, moving up, I took his warm, firm head in my mouth.  As my mouth
covered the tip, he let out a quiet sigh.  His hands moved to the back of
my head and pushed me down further.

My mouth was wet and warm, and with a few, deep pushes, I felt the shaft
slide across my tongue and his mushroom head lodge itself deep in my
throat.  It felt wonderful.  Full and warm and perfect.

I bobbed my head up and down as he slowly began pushing himself in and out
of my mouth.  I did that for a few seconds more, until I stopped and came
up for air.

"Switch places," I said, smiling at him.

He looked puzzled for a second, but eagerly obeyed.

We shifted positions on the bed, and I sat up against the wall, propping
myself up at a low angle to match his waist.

"Do it to my face," I urged him gently.  He scooted up eagerly and sat on
his knees.

His penis pushed forward and into my mouth again.  He put his hands on my
shoulders and braced himself while he began to pump.

He pistoned himself gently in and out of my mouth, fucking into me with
patient, tender strokes.

"Oh, yeah," I heard him whisper.  "This feels really good."

My hands reached back and grabbed his ass.  The small, perfect globes were
cool to my touch...and I kneaded them slowly, spreading them apart with my
hands, squeezing them tightly, which excited him even further, and made
him pump more eagerly.

Bringing a finger up to my mouth, I slid his penis out long enough to coat
it with spit, then went back to sucking him, letting him press deeply into
my throat with long, steady movements.

I parted his ass and let my finger press gently around his hole.

"Oh, God," he moaned, pressing back against me.

The slippery digit slowly worked its way inside of him.  As he continued
to thrust, I continued to push it in deeper.  His hips wriggled as he
tried to do both things at once -- fuck my eager mouth and bury more of my
finger into his tight, hot opening.

I moved my finger inside of his anus.  The heat and the tightness were
indescribable.

He moaned and thrust forward, increasing his pace.

I circled my finger, sending him into waves of pleasure and rapid
breathing.

"You're making me cum," he whispered urgently.  "Should I pull out...?
Should I..."

I pulled him further into my mouth with my free hand, letting him know I
wanted to swallow his cum...letting him know it was okay to shoot.

"Mmmmm," he whispered, pumping as deeply as he could.

My finger was buried in his ass -- his long, thin cock was jabbing at my
throat.

With three more thrusts, his body jerked, and I felt his sphincter
tighten.

"Ahhhh," he cried out quietly, jamming my throat with a force that made me
gag.

Three short jets of white, hot sperm shot out of his dick and into my
mouth.  It felt like liquid heat...coating my throat, dripping down into
me.  There was nothing I could do but swallow it -- and I swallowed
eagerly -- loving the taste, wishing there was more.  Like him, it was
sweet and erotic and perfect.

"Oh God," he moaned quietly, my finger still buried in his ass.  "That
feels so good, what you were doing back there."

I slid it out of him slowly, not wanting to hurt him.  He sighed a
contented sigh and sank down onto my chest.

"Perfect," he whispered.

I kissed his forehead.

"Let me rest a second," he said, breathing heavily.  "Then we can keep
going."

I laid back and stroked his hair and closed my eyes.

"No hurry," I said, enjoying his warmth, the taste of his cum still
filling my mouth with a warm, clean, completely new feeling.

"Do you think you might wanna do it to me?" he asked shyly.  "You know?
Put your thing in my butt?"

I was already rock hard and ready to go.

"Oh, yes," I answered instantly.  "I'd like that a lot, Darrie."

He leaned up and kissed me.  He shifted in the bed.

"Go easy, okay?" he asked with innocent, pleading eyes.  "In case it
hurts."

I kissed him back and stroked his hair.

I felt his hand on my dick, and I sighed in delight and closed my eyes.
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END OF PART 4
TO BE CONTINUED