Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2012 19:36:04 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: You Can Sleep in My Room

			 YOU CAN SLEEP IN MY ROOM
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     I inhaled slowly, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. I
wasn't sure of my welcome here...but I didn't have anywhere else to go. I
waited, wondered if I'd have to knock again, when the door opened.
     A young boy opened the door and looked up at me. I could see his
mother's face in him, a face that was also one that looked out at me in the
mirror when I was his age. Flame-colored hair, clear blue eyes, features
that were elfin on him but would turn into rugged manliness when he reached
my age, his body bursting with untapped potential. He peered up at me. "Hi!
Who are you?"
     I smiled down at him in what I hoped was an ingratiating smile, and
did hold a fair amount of genuine fondness. I could see myself when younger
in him, as I'd said...and times had been simpler then. Not like now, no
sir-ree! "I'm Gavin Meadowes." I told him. "I'm your uncle."
     "You're my uncle? Really?" His eyes lit up like miniature fireworks.
     "Yep. Your mother's younger brother." I went on. "Been a long time
since I've been around. Is she here?"
     "Who is it, Rodney?" came the female voice. So fucking familiar, even
after all these years, I recognized it.
     "Hello, Sally." I said and smiled.
     She looked at me, and blinked. "Who are you?"
     "It's Uncle Gavin!" Rodney bellowed out before I could say
anything. "I have an uncle, and you never told me about him!"
     "Gavin?" Sally looked at me, uncertain. It had been a long time.
     "Yeah, Sally, it's me."
     "You're not Gavin. You can't be Gavin. Gavin's dead, been dead
since...."
     "Since I was Rodney's age?" I continued for her. "It's me, Sally."
     "This is so cool!" Rodney was gushing. "I always wondered if I had any
family other than you and Dad, and now I got an uncle!"
     "He's not your uncle." Sally said again. Coldly, not cruelly, I mean,
she was refusing to believe it.
     "I know it's been a long time." I went on. "Things happened back
then. You didn't know about it all, but it's me. I'm finally back, and I
need your help."
     "You can't be Gavin!" Sally said again.
     "Look at me, Sally." I urged her. "It's me. Don't you recognize me? I
recognized you the minute I saw you."
     "He's my uncle!" Rodney added. "He looks just like I will when I grow
up, Mom! You know he does!"
     "I was just thinking the same thing." I grinned down at my little
supporter.
     "Boy, and you're strong, too!" he said. "How much can you lift,
anyway?"
     I made a muscle on my right arm. "How much do you think?"
     Rodney jumped up and hung onto my bicep, swung from it like a
monkey. His weight, maybe sixty, seventy pounds, wasn't enough to make my
arm wobble, he swung up, and back and dropped off, landed on his feet. "A
whole lot!" he answered his own question.
     "Maybe you're Gavin and maybe you're not." Sally went on. "We'll have
to see about that, if you don't mind. Last time I saw my brother, I was
only twelve."
     "And I was eight." I agreed. "Been a long time, more than fourteen
years, and things have changed."
     "So what kind of help are you looking for?" Sally asked suspiciously.
     "Just need a place to stay for a while." I said ingenuously. "Been
through a few rough times and have to look for a new job and such. When I
found out you were in town, I figured I'd come see if you'd put me up for
old times' sake if nothing else. Can I stay with you for a few weeks?"
     "Sure!" Rodney piped up before his mother could say a word. "You can
stay as long as you like! And you can sleep in my room!" He grabbed my hand
and started to drag me that way.
     "Rodney!" Sally snapped. "Your father and I will have to talk about
this. But..." her voice dropped a few tones in volume and
intensity. "...you might as well stay for dinner while we talk it over."
     "Come on, Uncle Gavin!" Rodney started tugging at my hand again. "I
want to show you where you'll be sleeping."
     I looked at Sally helplessly. "Go ahead." she sighed. "We'll have time
to talk after dinner."
     So I let Rodney drag me to his room.
     The kid had a pretty cool room, really. A weight-lifting station with
weights (a surprise there, less so after I met his father), a computer
station, and a large, comfortable looking bed. Plenty of closet
space. "Really nice." I agreed. "I have to try out that computer. To find a
job, that is." Not what I had in mind, but it'd do for Rodney. "And those
weights."
     That diverted Rodney and he soon had me stripped to the waist with him
while we took turns on his weights. The kid pressed a fairly impressive
weight in his work-outs and his body was showing the results, not
muscle-bound (no kid can be, his body shoots up too quickly) but nicely
formed. I had to use most of the weights he had to do a decent set of reps
for myself, but that wasn't the point. I wanted to ingratiate myself with
Rodney, enough to overrule his parents' more sensible sense of caution
about a relative stranger in their house. And Rodney wanted to check out my
body.
     He kept looking at me as I worked, with an intensity that I recognized
after a while. "Go ahead and touch them." I invited him after I realized
what he really wanted. "It's okay. Feel my muscles." I was lying on the
workout bench, splayed out for his inspection and now, his touch.
     Rodney dove on me eagerly and felt my biceps, my pecs, my abs, my
back. Tracing out the muscles in a way that was rather more intimate than I
expected, I found myself throwing a boner, thankfully nearly invisible in
my blue jeans.
     And then came the call. "Rodney! Your father's home. Bring down Uncle
Gavin with you, too! We have to talk!"
     I sat up. "Better go get it over with. I think I'm in for an
unpleasant evening."
     "Don't worry!" Rodney said vehemently. "I'll talk them into it for
you, Uncle Gavin."
     "I'm counting on you, Rod." I said.
     "You bet, Uncle Gav." he countered. I just beamed as he was doing, for
he obviously intended it as a point of increased closeness, and rumpled his
hair.
     "Let's go."
     We waited until after eating to start the talk, a good thing for it
got more than a bit grotty. Rodney's dad was even more hostile to me than
his mother, who was, after all, working through resentment and
confusion. After all, I'd been lost to her for fourteen years and now I
show up, only when I needed help. Of course, I couldn't explain what I'd
been doing during those fourteen years. Did I mention both Sally and her
husband were police officers? They were. I told them just enough truth that
I wouldn't make any obvious gaffes, but laced it with enough lies that they
would take me into their home. I wasn't going to do anything to taint their
lives, I just needed from them exactly what I had told them, a point to
recover myself and get back on my feet. After that, I could vanish again
and leave them none the worse for the experience.
     And I had Rodney on my side. His arguments were strong and
irrefutable. "Come on, Mom! He's family! You got to help out your family,
don't you?"
     "So why is he coming to us now?" my father put in. "He wasn't thinking
of family all these years, was he?"
     "I didn't know where Sally was." I put in. "Not until a few days ago."
     "Did you even look?" Sally asked. And I saw tears in her eyes.
     "Did you?" I asked her softly.
     "Over and over again. God, how I looked!"
     "I'm here now, Sally." I said. "I'm not going anywhere." That lie
nearly gagged me, but I had to say it.
     "Come on, Mom." Rodney pleaded. "Everyone deserves a second chance,
don't they?"
     That wasn't quite the end of it, but it ended the essentials. I got to
stay with them "for a few days." Which is as good as saying as long as I'd
need to get back on my feet, for who throws out a brother who's not being a
problem in the house.
     "Hooray!" Rodney put the end point on that discussion.
     "We can set you up on this couch." Mark (my brother-in-law, Sally's
husband) said. "It pulls out into a bed, though we've hardly used it for
that."
     "No!" Rodney interjected. "Uncle Gavin is staying in my room!"
     His father looked at me and I smiled and shrugged. "He's offered. And
the room is big enough, anyhow. I need access to a computer for my job
search anyhow, and...."
     "And what?"
     "And Rodney wants me to share his room." I said. "He wants to be with
his uncle. He's not the only one who's been without family for a long
time. Sharing a bed with my nephew sounds pretty good to me."
     "We can lay there and talk about guy stuff." Rodney went on. "He can
teach me how to do things and I can show him around town, help him get
settled in and such. Right, Uncle Gavin?"
     "Right, Rod-O." I told him.
     "Well, all right then." his father said. "But the couch is here
whenever you get tired of it."
     "Yay! Uncle Gavin is sleeping in my room!"
     "Speaking of which." I yawned. The food for dinner had been rather
heavier than I was used to, and winning a tension-filled argument can wear
you out. "I'm ready to go to bed right now. It was only nine o'clock, but
Rodney was quick to grab my hand and try to drag me upstairs once again. I
laughed and let him drag me...a little.
     Upstairs, Rodney started to get undressed, as did I. "Don't you have
any pajamas, Uncle Gavin?" he asked when I was pulling off my blue jeans,
my last bit of clothing except for my boxers.
     I laughed. "I usually just sleep in my underwear." I told him. "I have
more clothes in my car, I was going to get them out and wash them
tomorrow. Most of them are dirty, I've been living out of my car for nearly
a month until I learned your mother was here in town."
     "Yeah." Rodney said, and wrinkled his nose. "I noticed you smelled
kind of funky, but I wasn't going to say nothing."
     "Thanks a lot." I said. "I should take a shower before I go to bed
then."
     "No need for that." Rodney said. "But maybe you should lose the
boxers, too. They're kind of nasty."
     "You wash clothes out in a public bathroom sink with nothing but hand
soap to wash them with, and see how well you do." I countered. "They'll be
okay for one night."
     "Oh, come on." Rodney urged me. He was down to his own briefs. "I'll
take mine off if you do." And he promptly skinned his briefs down his legs
and was naked in front of me.
     I blinked at his body. He had a stiff dick down there, no doubt about
it.
     "Come on, Uncle Gavin." Rodney said again. "Get them off and let's get
in bed." He bounded into his bed, and under the covers, held one upper
corner in his hand in invitation to join him in there.
     I slid my boxers down my legs and stepped toward the bed. Rodney's
eyes were fastened upon my dong the entire way. My cock started that trip
soft and small, but it swelled and filled out as I got closer. I put one
knee on the bed to get in and when I did that, Rodney's hand dropped the
cover and caught hold of my hardening dong. It immediately stiffened on up
at his touch.
     I got on into the bed as best I could, for Rodney didn't turn loose,
an awkward moment or so but then I was lying beside him and he had a firm
hold on me. The covers were still down below my knees, pushed down by my
efforts to get under them handicapped as I was, but decided not to try to
reach them and pull it on up. It seemed rather futile at this point.
     Instead, I looked at Rodney and said, "So this is why you were so
eager for me to share your room with you, is it?"
     "Nu-uh!" he denied avidly. "You're my uncle, that's why I wanted you
in here. We can talk and everything, too."
     "As long as we do this, too, huh?"
     "Well." Rodney said. "That's the best part of it, huh?"
     I leaned back and sighed. "The absolute best."
     The light was still on in the room. Rodney leaned over and rested his
head on my chest so he could get a better look at what he was doing. Me, I
just enjoyed the feel of his hand on my cock, pumping it up and down. Shit,
I hadn't done this since I'd been back in the orphanage back...there.
     We boys would crawl into each other's beds and whomp the night
away. It almost made up for what went on during the day at that awful,
awful place.
     Of course, playing with each other with our hands was only a part of
what we'd done in those beds. The older boys had taught me very, very
well. Time now for me to teach my nephew. I started by putting my hand on
his head and rubbing it. "Nice, Rodney, really, really nice."
     Then I started pushing on his head, softly at first but then
harder. "Why don't you slide down and get a better look at it. Real, real
close."
     Rodney obligingly slid down to where he was only inches away from
it. His head rose up so his face was only a few inches away, his eyes
feasted upon my nine inches of hard uncut dong wobbling under his hands
ministrations.
     "Can you suck on it for me, Rod?" I whispered to him. "Can you take it
in your mouth and suck on it for me."
     "Suck on it?" he was bewildered.
     "Yeah, it feels good, having someone suck on it. You didn't know
that?"
     "No."
     "Well." I chuckled. "You did say I could teach you things."
     Rodney considered this. "Yeah." And his mouth moved and closed upon my
cockhead.
     My hand went with him and when he caught hold, I said, "Move it up and
down. I'll help you do it. Just hang on and let me do most of the work for
you."
     Rodney was pliable to my wishes and his warm, warm lips held on tight
as I moved his head up and down. I put both my hands on his head, held onto
it, and moved it like a hairy globe upon my manhood. Rodney caught onto the
trick without my explanation, keeping his mouth wet and hanging on as he
rose up, loosening to let him slide down easier and more completely, hold
onto more of my cockskin as he rose up again.
     "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh!" I groaned. "Damned good, Rod, damned
good!"
     His lips started making a loud suckling sound as he pumped up and down
on me. That sound was so wet, so sensual and so entwined with my pleasure
in every squelching noise that my body shuddered at it. His small, eager
body was so pale and pliant under my hands.
     I let go of him, he was doing it better than I could by now. I reached
instead and caught his little-boy cock in my hand and began to work it for
him. That stimulation made Rodney speed up more than ever and just as my
own climax began to build in my balls, he began to moan and hunch at my
hand. I groaned and squirted my load in hot jets into his mouth, and Rodney
slurped it down as quick as I shot it out, his own grunts of pleasure
interspersing his sucking in of my jism, and when my own orgasm was done,
panting but still game, I jerked him until he groaned and actually leaked a
small amount of fluid onto my fingers (it was transparent, not milky at
all) and I regarded it, licked it off my fingers as Rodney watched me do
so, and giggled.
     "Tasty stuff, isn't it?" I agreed.
     "Yeah." He snuffled and then moved up to snuggle under my armpit, and
his hands pulled the covers up over us. I helped him arrange them over us
and we went to sleep.
     So much for talking in bed.
     I woke up the next morning to Rodney's mouth on my cock, working on my
morning erection that purred like he'd been doing it for a while. I reached
for Rodney's own prick, but he was lying on it, and I settled for probing
my finger at his butt. Rodney was surprised but game as before, he let me
wriggle my finger in between his warm little buttocks and he felt me
probing at his anus and gasped, let go of my cock and inquired, "What are
you doing, Uncle Gavin?"
     "Ready for me to teach you something else?"
     "Sure."
     "We'll take it slow." I assured him. I wasn't sure how much time we
had here and settled for working my finger into his ass so he could begin
to get used to it and see how pleasant it felt to have a man's digit in
your hole, and he moaned and sucked me harder and I shot my morning load
into his eager, gulping lips.
     Just in time, too. I had no more than finished when a knock came at
the door. "Rodney? Gavin? Time to get up, breakfast in half an hour." Sally
called to us.
     "I think I just had breakfast." Rodney whispered to me and I laughed
at his come-stained, happy face.
     "I think you need a shower." I told him. "Me, too."
     "We can share!"
     I let Rodney shower with me, and his hands rubbed my cock in a way
that got me all hot and bothered again. Not that we had time to let me do a
warmer, slower, more satisfying second round just now. Tonight, maybe, when
I wasn't so tired. We got out, dried, and went down to breakfast.
     Sally was a good cook, it turned out, I had a satisfying meal. I could
gain weight if I stayed with them, and said as much, winning a smile from
Sally. She left for work, taking Rodney to school with her, and I did some
much needed laundry. Then I set out that afternoon for my own business.
     I had lied to Sally, but I've already admitted that. My business took
me to some unsavory neighborhoods but I made contacts and was ready to get
back into trade. A few deals and I could start my new life. Not pretty, but
when had my life ever been pretty? Not since I'd been orphaned at age
eight, lost and alone in a strange land. You don't get out of that by
playing by the rules!
     But I was back home, if not by sundown, at least at a decent hour. My
sister's family had eaten, but were still out of bed.
     "I was wondering if you'd come back." was all my brother-in-law
said. My sister, too, was dubious, but I managed to win back some of their
goodwill by telling a few lies and a few jokes, in the usual proportion.
     Rodney again tugged at my hand. "You had something else to teach me."
he reminded me as he led me up the stairs.
     "Yeah." I agreed. I'd prepared for that, as well.
     Inside, we disrobed and I pulled out a tube of lubricant. Getting
Rodney up on the bed on all fours, I probed his little butthole again,
worming the gel into his anus in liberal quantities. Rodney loved the
feeling, moaning and grunting as I plied him with the sticky goo.
     "You ready to see what happens next?" I asked him as I squirted more
of the lube into my palm and applied it to my cock.
     "Yeah."
     I took my time, not wanting to hurt Rodney any more than necessary,
and he was eager as any man could wish a boy virgin to be. I soon had my
prod well into him, and began to work my hips back and forth, slowing
fucking his hot little boy ass.
     Rodney moaned and worked his head back and forth on the pillow in
front of him, and I enjoyed it. "No hurry tonight, Rod-O." I told him as I
shifted my position. "I want you to love it as much as I do."
     "I do, Uncle Gavin, oh, oh, I do!" Rodney groaned. "Feels so good,
like nothing I ever felt before!"
     "I should hope not!" I agreed. "Let's turn you over in bed so I can
look at your face while I fuck you."
     We pivoted his hot little body around on my cock like a pig on a spit
and when he was rolled over, I leaned onto the bed and Rodney's arms went
up around me. "Now we can do it like this." I told him as I began to fuck
him again.
     "This way is best." Rodney agreed and kissed me. "I love you, Uncle
Gavin. I don't want you to ever leave. You can sleep in my room forever,
okay? Okay, please, huh?"
     "Sure, Rod-O, forever and ever." I told him.
     And Rodney gasped and clung to me and his little-boy orgasm struck him
and I got my stomach sticky with his little come-load, or whatever it was
since he was still shooting blanks, as it were. I felt that heat and his
ass clenched in his delight and I moaned and creamed inside of him while he
was still gasping, all hot and sweaty in my arms.
     "Oh, God, Uncle Gavin, you're the best!" Rodney breathed as I held
onto him after, heaving and panting hard.
     "You're pretty good, too, Roddie."
     "I think I prefer Rod-O." he said. "Makes me feel real special. You
can call me that forever and ever."
     "Forever and ever." I agreed.
     I tried to pull away, but Rodney held on, and we ended up getting into
bed like that, my cock still buried in his butt. It fell out while we
slept, but Rodney never let go of me otherwise that I can remember, for we
woke up that way.
     I woke up early, myself, and looked at him sleeping in my arms. Trust
and love etched his face, even in slumber. God, if only I'd had that when
growing up, instead of being abandoned like I was. Sure, I knew
intellectually that Mom and Dad hadn't abandoned Sis and me, things had
just happened and we were too young to do anything about it, but that was
how it had felt. Then the long months in that orphanage, along, unwanted,
unknown and unloved. Yeah, I'd been abandoned.
     But wasn't I going to do that to Rodney in a few days? And to Sally,
too?
     Rodney awoke and smiled at me, and we kissed, but then came the knock
at the door. Another day of school for him, another day of work for his
mother/my sister, and the day I was to pick up my consignment and start to
build my fortune.
     I set out wondering what I was doing to myself. But I had it figured
out in short order, and what to do about it.
     I came back that evening this time before Rodney and Sally, was
waiting on them. Sally came in first and greeted me with, "How's the job
hunting going?"
     "Pretty good." I said. "I got an interview with a place first thing in
the morning. Doesn't pay that much, but it's honest work."
     "Where?" Sally wanted to know and when I told her, she looked
surprised. "I was beginning to wonder."
     "About what?" I asked. Rodney had come in and came over and snuggled
up next to me on the couch.
     "About you." Sally went on. "I had you figured for a con man. But if
you're taking a job there, maybe you're on the level after all."
     "Well." I told her. "I am now."
     She nodded, and I realized she'd used her resources at the police
department to check on me. "So what changed your mind?"
     "Rodney here did." I told her. "I began to realize that I had the
start of something real good here. Family at last. I never had that
before. I think it's worth holding on to. Only one thing, though."
     "What?"
     "That job, if I get it, doesn't pay much. Can I stay here longer than
a few days, maybe pay rent and stay on."
     "I'll talk to Mark." Sally said.
     "Sure you can!" Rodney interjected. "You can sleep in my room for as
long as you like."
     "Thanks." I smiled and ruffled his hair again. "I may just do that. If
your mother doesn't mind."
     Sally looked at me and her son and a smile lit her face, a real,
genuine smile. Like she was trusting me at last. "All right. I guess you
can sleep in Rodney's room as long as you want to."
     I was going to want to for a long, long time!

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