Date: Wed, 20 Jan 1999 16:53:32 PST
From: "Robert J. Cutter" <cutter57@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Museum Days and Boys - Part 4" (Man/Boy)

Disclaimer: The following story is fiction. It contains detailed depictions
of consensual sex between a man and a boy. If this or any other aspect of
male/male sex offends you or if you are averse to anything homosexual,
please go elsewhere. 

			   MUSEUM DAYS and BOYS
	 Copyright 1999 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved

The author retains all rights to this story. It is not permissible to
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		    Part 4 -- Grandma and Gratification

As we drove out of Washington DC I turned my gaze to the beautiful boy
sitting in the passenger seat. The sun was very bright and I had the top
down on the convertible I had rented. Todd's bright blonde hair shown with
a radiance I could not ever remembering seeing in my life. He looked at me,
his eyes squinting in the bright sun, and gave me a wonderful smile.

"Did ya see all the sights ya wanted to?" Todd asked.

"Almost," I replied. "I spent a lot of time at the Air and Space Museum if
you remember, so I missed a couple of things." I gave his thigh a squeeze
and smiled at him.

"Whatcha miss?"

"Well, I really did want to see the Vietnam Veterans Memorial."

"Hey, we ain't far from it right now. If you can get parkin' we can go over
and see it."

I agreed and started scouting around for parking. Amazingly I found a space
only a few blocks from The Memorial. We put the top up on the convertible,
locked the car and walked over to The Wall.

"Where you in Vietnam?" Todd asked.

I nodded.

"I heard there was some pretty bad shit goin' on over there."

I nodded again.

As we approached The Wall, I looked at the book of names set up near The
Memorial where one can locate the names of those who died relatively easily
on the stones. I found the name of my buddy who had been killed only
twenty-three days before we were scheduled to be rotated out of that
fucking pest hole.

For those who have not visited the Vietnam Veterans Memorial let me
describe the feelings that seeing this magnificent monument instilled in
me. While it is true that I am a Vietnam veteran and The Wall has a special
meaning to me, I am sure that everyone can come away from this incredible
site a little wiser as to the futility of war and with a little more
compassion for his fellow human beings.

The Wall cannot be seen from the street -- the landscape looks completely
flat. Only when one gets close to it can one see the enormity, the
starkness and the simple beauty of this truly superb creation. The Wall
starts out at ground level -- just like the war itself, quiet and almost
unnoticed by anyone. The names are carved into The Wall by date of death of
these wonderful and heroic boys. And then the path goes downward; it gets
deeper and deeper, just like the quagmire that was the Vietnam War. When
one is standing in the center of The Memorial, it absolutely swallows one
up; the black stones looming ominously over one is absolutely awe inspiring
and fearful. And then the path goes upward, until The Wall comes once again
to ground level again and disappears completely. It is without a doubt the
greatest public monument in the entire world. I understand that when it
rains and The Wall is wet, the names carved in it seem to
disappear. Phenomenal!

Todd and I walked very slowly through The Memorial. He moved his little
hands over some of the names. When I found the number of the stone that
contained Calvin's name, we both began looking for it. Todd found it first
and tugged on my shirt. The name was near the bottom of the stone and I
kneeled down to touch it. I started to cry uncontrollably. I could not help
myself; I just couldn't help myself. All those horrible memories came
flooding back and I wept like a baby. I knew I making a spectacle of
myself, but I didn't care. Todd lovingly put his arm over my shoulder and
rubbed it gently. I reached into my pocket and removed the Good Conduct
Medal I had been awarded when I was ushered out of the service. I had it in
an envelope along with a note I had written to Cal. I placed it at the foot
of The Wall, under Cal's name. It was a deeply emotional time.

I stood up and we slowly walked out of The Memorial. Todd kept looking up
at me and I would give him a smile through my tears. He held my hand as we
walked. I'm sure that we were quite a sight to the many people who were
there on that day. When we returned the car I realized that Todd and I had
not spoken one single word from the time we entered the site until we were
once again on our way to Virginia.

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I had this mental picture of the trailer park were Todd said he lived and
an image of Todd's grandmother. Both were entirely wrong!

I had thought of one of those incredibly seedy and crummy trailer
parks. You know the ones - bare ground showing from end to end and replete
with plastic flower, cheap aluminum furniture, lots of junk strewn about
and kids everywhere. That wasn't the case. This trailer park consisted of
all double width homes, real grass lawns, beautiful landscaping and
attractive recreational areas.

Todd's grandmother was an even bigger shock, maybe the biggest I had during
my Washington trip. She was a relatively young woman! She could not have
been past her mid-forties. She was probably younger than I was! I was
stunned and delighted when I met her!

As we drove into the development, Todd waved to various people he seemed to
know. He pointed out the house and I parked in front. His grandmother came
rushing out the front door and right up to the car. I notice a small black
boy standing in the doorway to the house and holding the front door opened.

"Hi, hi, hi," she bubbled. "You mus' be Lloyd that Todd's tol' me so much
about."

Todd ran to her and kissed her. She gave him a big hug. Todd then ran to
the front door and embraced the boy in the doorway. Both boys went into the
house.

"Yes, I'm Lloyd, Mrs, er, Mrs--?"

"Why stan' on formality. Jus' call me Monica."

"Okay, then Monica it is." She threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss
on my cheek. She had bleached blonde hair and wore tons of makeup. Maybe
she was an Avon lady and was demonstrating all her products at once. She
was about my height and had quite a nice figure. She wore a white blouse
and multi-colored shorts and no shoes.

"That sure is a slick car you're drivin' Lloyd. I like it."

We walked to the house and she held the door opened for me. She smiled
broadly and said, "Welcome. Welcome. Welcome to our home. Make yourselves
comfortable. I'll jus' go get some sandwiches and stuff that I've made and
some iced tea. Lloyd, this young man here is my gran'son Andrew. Andrew,
this is Todd's new friend Lloyd." I didn't see Todd anywhere.

It felt strange to be introduced as "Todd's new friend" but I guessed
that's what I was. I shook hands with Andrew. Did she say he was her
grandson? Grandson? Okay, okay. This is quite a family!

"Hello Lloyd," Andrew said in a very low voice. "It's very nice to meet
you."

"Hi, Andrew. Nice to meet you, too."

Todd came back into the room. He had a bathing suit on, a pair of white
Speedos and they clung to his gorgeous body so sexily that I felt myself
getting aroused again. "Andy, how are things goin'?" Todd interjected. "Me
and Lloyd had a great time in DC. Lets go swimmin'."

"Yeah, okay. Nothing much happening here. But then you know that."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"How old are you Andrew?" I asked.

"I'm twelve." He looked me straight in the eyes. "Just in case you were
wondering Lloyd, Todd and me are half brothers. My momma is also Todd's
momma. We have different daddies."

"I see," I said as I looked back at him. He was a very handsome boy, with a
skin color that I would describe as light cocoa, very big dark eyes, long
lashes and a build similar to Todd's, though more muscular. He was wearing
black running shorts, a loose fitting white tee shirt and flip-flops on his
feet. He stood about two inches taller than my Todd and had large feet and
big hands. His voice was unchanged and he seemed to have no body hair,
although he was well muscled. His hair was cut very short and he had very
crooked teeth. All in all, though, he was a very attractive boy. I could
see a distinct family resemblance to my Todd.

Monica came back carrying a tray of sandwiches, a pitcher of iced tea and
glasses. Everyone began eating. The sandwiches and salad were excellent and
the iced tea was really superior. Todd and I were quite hungry since we had
skipped breakfast for other pursuits.

"I'm gonna go change into my suit," Andrew said after he had downed a few
of the sandwiches.

"Okay, love," Monica replied.

The three of us chatted while Todd waited for Andrew. When he reappeared I
was really struck by his beauty. He had quite a well-defined body and was
very muscular for a twelve-year-old. Unlike Todd, he appeared to have a
teenager's body instead of that of a young boy. He also had quite an
impressive package. I could clearly see the outline of his dick and balls
through the thin material of his yellow Speedos. Andrew was a very well
built young boy and I was impressed.

"Okay, ya can take your eyes offa him now," Todd said while laughing.

Andrew just lowered his head and looked at his feet; I'm sure he was more
than a bit embarrassed.

"Let's go!" Todd yelled and they were both out the front door like a shot,
hopped on their bikes and were off.

I settled back into my chair and looked at Monica. "Looks like you have
your hands full raising two very active boys."

"Sure do. They're quite a chore raisin'. Sometimes I jus' can't keep up
with `em."

"Andrew told me that they are half-brothers. Is that so?"

"Yeah!" she said more than a little disgust in her voice. "Oh, don't get me
wrong. I love both `em boys. I love `em both very much. But my daughter --
that's the youngest girl, Veronica -- she jus' keeps droppin' these kids
one after the other. I expect any day now to find a few more of `em on my
doorstep."

"Do you know that she has more?"

"Actually, I don't know for sure but I heard rumors from people who's seen
her recently. But knowin' her I wouldn't be at all surprised." She paused
and looked at me. "How ol' are you, Lloyd?"

I was a bit taken aback at her question popping up out of the blue like
that. I composed myself and answered he. "Forty-seven. I'm forty-seven
years old, Monica." Suddenly it dawned on me that she had begun conducting
an interview of me. Why? Why would she do that, unless she somehow realized
that I was desperately in love with Todd and wanted him to live with me?

"I see a weddin' ring on your hand. Married? Any children?"

"I was married for twenty-three years, Monica, and I've been divorced for
three. Yes, I have three children -- a daughter who is twenty-four and
identical twin sons who are twenty-two. And yes, I do see them, but not as
much as I would like too. None of my children are married yet."

"I been married three times." She gave out a small laugh. "None of `em was
really any good. My first husban' -- that's the boy's gran'father -- he was
an electric company maintenance man and he got killed in an accident at the
power plant when my kids was very young. I had three kids with him -- a
boy, Donald, and two girls, Marcie and Veronica. The insurance settlement
paid for this place and more. My secon' husband was a bartender and we
didn't have any kids and we divorced. The last one was a truck driver and
we're in the process of gettin' a divorce now. Again, no kids. My son has
three daughters and they all live in Colorado -- the Denver area, I think.
He's got something to do with computers."

"Do you get to see your granddaughters?"

"Yeah, I see `em about once a year. Cute girls -- very cute."

"So you have five grandchildren. That's wonderful."

"Yeah, five that we know of." She laughed again. "Todd tells me you live in
Chicago."

"Yes, I've lived in the Chicago area all of my life. Right now I have an
apartment right in the heart of the city."

"What do you do?"

"I'm the executive vice-president of a large telecommunications company --
you know, a really big telephone company."

She let out a low whistle. "Then you're doin' okay for yourself, right?"

"Yes, you could say that I'm quite comfortable."

She leaned forward a bit and took a sip of her iced tea. "Lloyd, I really
don't know how to say this so I'll come right out with it. Toddie tells me
he's in love with you. And that you're in love with him. I always knew the
boy was a lil different. But don't get me wrong -- I love him very, very
much. Tell me, how can you be in love with him, you a father and a married
man and all?"

I sat absolutely still. I was in shock. She was asking about my deepest,
darkest, most intimate feelings -- the core of my very well being. How do I
express this? What do I say so as not to alarm her and ruin my chances of
being with Todd? How can I sound like a rational person and still be
totally in love with a young boy?

"Monica, I'm going to be very honest with you, just as I hope you will be
completely honest with me in any of our dealings."

She nodded her head. "I can't be any otha way."

"Good. Neither can I. So let me begin by say that I am most definitely in
love with Todd. He is the best thing to ever happen to me, outside of the
times I became a father. I love him very much, Monica, and I'm sure that he
is just as much in love with me. Why? Why am I so desperately in love with
him? Why do I want him in my life forever? I really don't know the answer
to those questions. I think that I've always had affection for young
boys. I can remember feeling a little more than fatherly love for my own
two sons - who are very handsome young men, by the way. Unfortunately I
don't understand completely what makes me the way I am. All I know is that
I have these incredible and overpowering emotional feelings for Todd. I
want to protect him and care for him and see that he has the very best of
everything in this life. And I love him. I love him so very much." I think
she noticed that I was beginning to tear up. I pulled my handkerchief from
my pocket and blew my nose. "He is a wonderful child and a wonderful person
to be with. I do understand that I've only known him for a little more than
one day and so my professing a love like this may seem very, very strange
to you. But I do love him and I have never, ever, felt anything remotely
like the love I feel for Todd. But, I'd--I'd like to--"

"Let me interrup' you a sec, Lloyd. I love my two gran'sons very, very
much. Their momma and daddies are god knows where now. However, I have a
few other things in my life. I'll have you know that as soon as my divorce
is final, I'll be gettin' married again."

"Well, my congratulations, Monica."

"Thanks. He's a very wonderful guy and he's a bit younger'n me. And I do
know that he don't want children around afta we're married. He's made that
very clear. I've tried to contact the boys' mother, my daughter Veronica,
but I haven't had any luck so far. I wanted her to come and get both of `em
-- you know, have `em live with her for a spell. I think they lived with
their old granny long enough." She laughed slightly at this last remark.

I was more than a little shocked at Monica's forthrightness. "Does that
mean what I think it means?" I asked with a touch of hope in my voice.

"It means that I've permanent guard'nship of the two boys right now.
Accordin' to my lawyer -- the same one who is handlin' my divorce -- I've
the final say in who the two boys can live with and who has control over
their lives."

My heart was pounding in my chest. Did this really mean what I thought it
meant? Was she saying that she would allow Todd and me to live together?
And what was she implying about Andrew and his future? I was getting
confused again, which seemed to be my normal state of mind from the time I
first met Todd.

"Monica, I think we can come to a very satisfactory solution to your
situation with the boys. That is, if you are sure you most definitely want
to come to a satisfactory solution."

"I hope so we can, Lloyd."

"That's wonderful! Since you say that you have guardianship over them,
maybe there's something that we can work out together. Something to our
mutual satisfaction - and to the great benefit of Todd."

She gave me a big smile. "I hope so, Lloyd. I most certainly hope so! Oh,
and please don't forget about Andrew."

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I drove to the swim club where Todd and Andrew seemed to be having fun
swimming and playing in the pool. I stood by the side and watched as they
roughhoused and frolicked as only young boys can. They were with quite a
few friends and Todd definitely was the cutest of all the young boys there
-- no doubt about it. Andrew was no slacker, but my Todd was the most
delicious of all the boys. He finally noticed me and swam over.

"Hi. Whatcha doin' here?"

"Just came over to see how you guys are doing."

"We're doin' just great!" Todd saw the serious expression on my
face. "Somethin' the matter?" he asked.

"Todd, can I speak to you? There's something we need to discuss -- just
between us. Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay." He called to Andrew and said he was getting out of the pool
for a few minutes. He hopped out and went to the chair for his towel. He
dried himself and we both sat down. He had a very serious expression on his
face, also; I think he was expecting the worst.

"Todd, I had a long talk with your grandmother this afternoon about us."

He started to tear up. "She's not gonna let me go with ya, is she?"

I just stared at him. "That's not the whole story, Todd. Please don't cry
until we've finished talking. Okay?" I said rather solemnly.

He nodded and wiped his eyes with the towel.

"Todd, would you tell me about Andrew."

"What?"

"I want you to tell me something about your brother Andrew. Okay?"

He looked at me suspiciously. "Why?"

"I just need to know. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Well, he's my half-brother, as ya already know, and we're the
best friends. He is really my best friend in the whole world. He's a real
nice kid. He likes to read, and he loves computers. He's very smart and
does good in school. Somebody told my grandmom once that his daddy was a
doctor or somethin' like that. He's very good at sports and he's just a
really great kid. I love him a lot -- even though he's had a rough time of
it because he's, ya know, black."

"What do you mean he's had a rough time?"

"Well, some guys and girls don't like him and don't invite him to their
houses or parties and shit like that."

It dawned on me that a few years ago Andrew would not even have been
allowed to swim in this pool because of his skin color. At least we've made
some progress as a country.

"Have you and he ... have the two of you, you know, ever fooled around?"

"No way! We never done anythin' together. I don't think Andrew's like
that. He likes to fool around with the girls in our class. And he never
said anything to me about doin' it."

"Does he know what you and Ernie used to do in DC?"

"I don't think so, but whenever I came home after one of those times he
would ask me what I did."

"What did you tell him?"

"Oh, I'd say we went to the movies or the museum or whatever. I never told
him the what we really did."

"I see. And he never seemed interested in having any kind of sex with you,
right?"

"Right! What's wrong, Lloyd? It's my grandmom ain't it?"

"Yes it is, Todd. She won't let you and I live together..."

"Ah, shit! I knew it! I fuckin' knew it!" He started to get very upset and
began to cry again. "Why? Why won't she? Shit!"

"Todd calm down a bit. You haven't heard the whole explanation. She said
she won't let the two of us live together unless Andrew is also allowed to
become part of our new family."

Todd got a stunned expression on his face even as the tears continued
running down. I was petrified that he was going to get hysterical again,
when suddenly his face broke out in the biggest smile I had yet seen from
him. He began to laugh very hard and jumped out of his chair and into my
lap. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I held him tightly and
squeezed his wet little bottom.

"That's great, Lloyd! Can he? Can Andrew live with us? Oh, shit! This is
just great!"

I had only just today rationalized the fact that Todd was going to live
with me -- and that we'd become lovers. Now Andrew was going to be with me
too? I didn't know how this could happen. Why did it happen? Did I have
such an honest face that Monica would trust me with the well being of her
two grandsons? I'm sure she knew that Todd and I had sex together; I was
positive of it! Was it because she knew I had some wealth and she could get
some money from me? Was she that anxious to be rid of them and get on with
her own life? Or was it simply that she knew I really loved Todd and she
trusted me to do the best for both of these boys?

"I don't know, Todd," I answered. "I really do not know!" I paused for
dramatic effect and looked at Andrew swimming in the pool. "I don't know if
I'm ready to take on the responsibility of the two of you guys. It's going
to be very, very difficult with only you, but with Andrew too -- well, I
just don't know if I can cope and with you fellas! Frankly, I'm very
confused right now."

"Oh, pleeeeeese, Lloyd!" he begged. "It'll be great! You'll have me and
I'll have my absolute best friend in the whole world so I won't be so
lonesome. Andrew and me can sleep together." He gave me a sex leer and
added, "That's when I'm not sleepin' with you."

Of course, in my heart and in my brain I knew that I would be taking Andrew
with us; I was really just playing a game with Todd. "Todd, I certainly
like the way you think. But we'll have to discuss this with Andrew. Right?"

"Sure. We'll have to talk to him, I suppose. But it'll be really awesome,
Lloyd. It will!"

"You must not say anything to him. I must talk to him and I must talk to
him alone. Okay?"

"Yeah," he said with some reluctance in his voice. "But, can't I let him
know what's happenin'?"

"No! You mustn't because it may get him very upset and make things even
more difficult. Do you understand that?"

"Yeah, I suppose. Okay, you're right Lloyd."

Todd went back to the pool and jumped in. I was left with a big wet spot on
my lap, a hard cock in my shorts and a bigger problem of having to speak to
Andrew.

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I was relaxing on the bed in the hotel room I had taken for a few days. I
had just finished making a series of telephone calls and checking and
sending a few e-mail messages. The hotel was only about a half-mile from
the swim club and Todd and Andrew had helped me move my stuff in before
they went home to change and prepare dinner. Monica was going out with her
boyfriend that night and the boys had to fend for themselves. I had
volunteered to take them to a restaurant but Monica said it would be better
if they took care of themselves.

All of the phone calls were with lawyers. Monica had her lawyer call me and
then I called my personal attorney in Chicago. The two lawyers then spoke
to each other and mine called me back. It seemed that everything was very
legal and that the proper papers would be drawn-up and filed with the
appropriate court on Monday morning. I was ecstatic that Todd would be
living with me and that I'd be his legal guardian. However, I was still
unsure of Andrew. It certainly appeared that he would be coming to live
with me and we hadn't spoken more than a handful of words to each
other. And when was I going to get the chance to speak to him in private?

There was a soft knock on the door. I certainly wasn't expecting anyone --
not at a strange hotel. I put on my shorts and a top and opened the door. I
was quite surprised to see Andrew standing there looking right up at me.

"Hi, Andrew. What're you doing here?"

"Hi, Lloyd." He hesitated and looked down at his shoes. He was wearing the
black running shorts and white tank top again and he looked very
handsome. "Can I please speak with you?"

"Sure, Andrew. Come in." He slowly entered the room. "You can sit on that
chair near the window. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Yeah, if you gotta Coke."

"I sure have." I grabbed two Cokes, put ice in two glasses and gave one to
Andrew.

"What's on your mind Andrew?" I said as I poured the Coke.

He seemed very reluctant to speak. I just continued to look at him and
smiled a reassuring smile.

"Um, I'd like to talk about Todd and you."

"Okay. What do you want to know? What can I tell you?"

"Do you love Todd?"

Well, nothing like coming absolutely right to the point. "Yes Andrew, I'm
in love with Todd."

"And does he love you?"

"Yes, I believe he loves me."

"Do you love each other very much?"

"Yes, Andrew, we love each other very, very much." I just had to put that
extra "very" in to make the point strongly to the kid.

"I see." He stood up and started walking to the door. He stopped and turned
back to face me. "Are you and Todd going to live together?"

"Andrew, I don't want to upset you or cause you any problems. But it
definitely looks like Todd and I will be living together as soon as the
legal paperwork is taken care of."

Andrew began to cry. What is this thing I have about making young boys cry?
I opened my arms to him; it seemed to me to be a natural reaction to his
discomfort. He ran into my arms, threw his arms around me and crawled onto
my lap. He was sobbing loudly. I rubbed his back and tried to calm him
down.

"What's wrong Andrew? Tell me. Nothing can be that bad, could it?"

He pulled away from me slightly and looked directly at me. His eyes carried
a hurt and betrayed look. "You're taking my best friend away from me!" he
whimpered.

"I know you and Todd are very good friends besides being brothers. He is
also very upset that he's going to be separated from you."

"But you don't understand everything, Lloyd."

"Okay, Andrew, tell me what I don't understand."

"I really, really love Todd, and--and we've never done it together!"

He started crying harder and I was just floored. Absolutely floored! I just
could not believe what he'd just said to me! My mind was reeling again! I
had been subjected to so may shocks during the last few days that it was
miraculous my brain was still functioning and hadn't yet turned to
guacamole.

"Andrew, please stop crying. We need to talk about this and we can't when
you are crying. Okay?"

Yeah, okay," he sobbed. He gradually began to calm himself and looked at me
with his red eyes and tear stained face.

"Now Andrew, what did you mean when you said that you and Todd never
`did it together'?"

"Well, I know that Todd goes to DC and has sex with men."

Oh God! "How do you know that?"

"Ernie told me." Of course, Ernie! "Were you one of the men that Todd had
sex with?"

I hesitated but knew that I had to be totally honest with him. "Yes,
Andrew, I was."

"Ernie said that he and Todd would get money for what they did. Did you
give Todd any money?"

"No I didn't, Andrew. Todd and I fell in love with each other and nothing
was said about money."

"Did you like it when you did it with him?"

"Yes, I liked it very much. I liked it so much because I love Todd so
much." I was rubbing his back and kissing his forehead. "Now Andrew, what
is this business about -- well, you know, about doing it with Todd?"

"I always wanted to do it with Todd. That's what. I really love him."

"You mean you wanted to have sex with him?"

He nodded. "I know I like it when men or boys touch me. When my music
teacher puts his hand on my shoulders or when the coach holds me when I
demonstrate something in gym I get a boner in my shorts." He paused and
looked up at me. "I have a boner right now `cause I'm sitting on your
lap and you're rubbing me."

This just took my breath away. Andrew was getting excited because I was
stroking his back and kissing him. Did I find myself attracted to him? Yes,
definitely. Was he to be my second boy in as many days -- and my second boy
today? That was a distinct possibility. He almost certainly would be living
with Todd and me -- did this mean a threesome in our future?

He stood up, looked at me and smiled a small, sexy smile. He slipped off
his sneakers and walked over to the bed. He sat down at the edge of the bed
and indicated for me to sit next to him. I had this sudden and unmistakable
image of Todd doing the exact same thing in the sitting room of the
Washington hotel room. I looked at Andrew and he was smiling at me. He was
a very attractive boy and I liked him a lot -- and I knew that I was about
to have sex with this twelve-year-old youngster. And I was incredibly
thrilled and immediately hard!

I sat next to Andrew and leaned over to kiss him. He did not know what to
do, so I put my hand under his chin and turned and lifted his head towards
me. I put my lips on his and we kissed very lightly. I withdrew my head and
smiled at him; he smiled back. I leaned in to kiss him again and this time
he was eager. I opened my mouth a bit and let my tongue rub against
Andrew's lips. He tasted wonderful but it was different than Todd. He
opened his mouth and I worked my tongue slowly into his wet cavity; I
started to slowly explore every corner of his hot little mouth. It was
awesome. I was breathing very heavily and so was Andrew.

He started to push his small tongue into my mouth and I let him. I thrilled
to the feel of it doing wonders in every corner. When we separated, Andrew
was smiling broadly -- and I suddenly realized that there would be
orthodontist bills in my future. Why the fuck do I always think of such
mundane things when I'm in a passionate situation? I guess it was so many
years with my wife that did it.

He moved back on the bed and lay down with his hands behind his head --
just as Todd did. This was getting creepy! I removed his tee shirt and sat
back to admire his beautiful body. And it *was* a *very* beautiful
body. His light cocoa coloring was even and so smooth looking. His chest
was quite well defined, with excellent definition to his pectorals and
abdominals. His armpits were completely hairless and so, so inviting. I
lowered my head and just inhaled his aroma; it was wonderfully full and
rich and absolutely reeked of fresh boy.

I began my usual routine -- well, my usual routine since yesterday. I
licked his ears -- they were really very tiny and very beautifully
shaped. I licked down his neck and to his two tiny dark chocolate colored
nipples. These little erect nubs felt so wonderful in my mouth and they
were so erotically intoxicating; however his gorgeous armpits beckoned and
they couldn't be ignored for long.

I started lapping at one of his lovely armpits. He tasted so wonderful, so
clean and bracing, so quintessentially boy!

"Oh! That feels so-o-o-o-o-o good, Lloyd!" he moaned. "Just like Todd said
it would."

I sat up quickly and looked at him. "What did Todd say?" I questioned him
with a touch of anger in my voice.

"Uh - Todd said I would like it a lot."

"Todd said you would like what a lot?"

"The feel of you playing with my body."

"When did you and Todd discuss this?"

Andrew propped himself up on his elbows, a look of embarrassment on his
face. "When we talked after we got home this afternoon."

"And what exactly did Todd tell you?"

"Well, he said I should come over to see you and to talk to you and that
I'd like you very much and that we could become good friends. And that if
you wanted to get to know me better you would do things that would make me
feel real good."

I looked at his startled face; he seemed to be hurt by my questioning. I
realized that Todd was playing his little games with Andrew and me. He
wanted us to make love so that I would accept Andrew as readily as I had
accepted him. This wasn't really very hard to do since Andrew was a real
charmer.

I looked at Andrew and smiled at him; he smiled back. He looked so cute and
inviting. I looked down and my hard cock bulging in my shorts. It was
throbbing in anticipation of Andrew. He noticed that I was looking at my
crotch. He moved his hand slowly until it reached my shorts and he began to
rub my obvious erection. It felt so good and so warm and so very
comforting. He began moving his hand slowly up and down my shaft and it
felt wonderful even though it was through a layer of clothing. I leaned
over again and kissed him hard on the lips. He raised his arms again in
anticipation of my return to servicing his underarms.

God! What heavenly pits this boy had! I lapped at both of them
hungrily. They were gloriously tasty -- the aroma of this boy was
absolutely intoxicating. My head was spinning from the incredible
combination of Andrew's particular tastes and fragrance. He was bouncing
his little butt around on the bed; he was so fucking cute. I went to his
gorgeous nipples when I had finished with his delightful armpits and then
continued down his chest. It was a perfectly smooth chest and was just a
total delight.

I sat up and looked him over; I could see his little penis tenting up those
black shorts. Because the shorts were black I had difficulty making out the
actual size of his organ in the waning light of the room. I moved and
slowly slid down his running shorts and pulled them off. He was wearing
white Jockeys -- again just as Todd had. He looked so mouth-watering, so
lovable and so absolutely gorgeous.

Through his briefs I let my hand gently brush over his erect penis and over
his scrotum. He shuddered a bit and let out a low moan that almost sounded
like a combination growl and purr. He gave me a toothy smile and then sat
up. I loved the way the muscles in his abdomen rippled so beautifully as he
sat up.

"Could you take off your shorts and top, Lloyd?" he asked softly.

"Of course, Andrew. Is there anything else you would like me to do?"

He shook his head. I removed my tee shirt and shorts; since I was not
wearing any underwear, my engorged cock was immediately presented for
Andrew's inspection. He gasped a little bit; I don't know if it was from
amazement or disappointment. However, he did give me another big smile and
reached for my organ.

"You're very hairy, aren't you Lloyd?"

"Uh, yes I am. Does it bother you? That I'm so hairy?"

"Oh no! It looks nice and soft. You have a very nice body, Lloyd."

"Thanks, Andrew. And you have a spectacular body."

He smiled when I said this; he was just so absolutely delicious. When he
finally placed his warm hand around my cock, I felt a million small
electric shocks going off throughout by body. He moved his other hand to
gently take hold of my ball bag and he started to gently squeeze it. He
then began to jack me, slowly but steadily increasing the speed and length
of the strokes. He made incredible love to my raging cock.

The incredibly soft manipulation of my balls and the loving play of his
hand on my cock had me screaming as my orgasm engulfed me. I shot all over
Andrew's beautiful chest; he only smiled at me again and kissed me
lovingly, pushing his tongue into my mouth. It was wonderful -- the
softness of his hands on my genitals, combined with his determination to
prolong the feeling and the magnitude of the orgasm -- had me panting and
collapsing on the bed.

Andrew went into the bathroom to clean himself up; he brought back a damp
wash cloth to clean me. He loving washed my cock and after he finished he
lightly kissed the head of my now softened member. A shudder ran through my
body as I felt his boyish lips touch the head of my cock with just the
slightest and most feathery sensation. I was enraptured with this boy. And
for the first time since Thursday I did not fall asleep after reaching a
climax. Amazing what the human body can adapt to!

I kissed him lightly on the lips and made him lay down again in the center
of the bed. I lightly rubbed my fingertips over his little dark nipples,
and Andrew began to moan softly. I just had to see all of this boy now! I
stroked his chest and sides lovingly and soothingly. His briefs were
tenting up again and I could tell that he was quite a bit bigger than my
Todd. I put my fingers under the elastic waistband and gently pulled them
down, making sure that I did not hurt his erect penis.

When I turned my eyes to see what I had just unveiled, I was most
pleasingly shocked. Andrew was indeed bigger than Todd. His penis was also
uncircumcised and I judged it to be a little over four inches in
length. The color was darker than his skin and his beautiful scrotum was
darker still. It was a decent sized ball bag but certainly not yet adult in
size. His foreskin was a lot like Todd's, covering the head quite tightly
with only a tiny opening at the tip. His whole package was just so
beautiful I felt tears coming to my eyes.

I began to lick the mound over his most attractive genitals and I most
*certainly* detected a few hairs growing there. "This boy is entering
puberty," I told myself. "Does it bother me that he is maturing? What if I
suck his dick and he actually comes and shoots into my mouth? Would I like
it? What would I do?" I knew that Todd had a few years at least until he
began his maturation, but Andrew I was not certain of.

I put all these thoughts aside because I absolutely needed to taste this
boy, and taste him right now! Since I now had some experience making love
to a boy, I was pretty self-assured as I began to peel back the thick
foreskin from Andrew's gorgeous penis. The head of his cock was so
magnificent that I held my breath from the sheer beauty of it. I just
looked at it and looked at it over and over again. It was dark in color and
had a decided purple hue to it. It was a wonderful shape and his piss slit
was also rather large in relation to the whole head, like Todd's.

I lowered my mouth and just lapped lightly at the gorgeous head of his
cock. If what Andrew told me was true, then this was the very first time he
was having cock ministered to this way and I wanted to give him the full
treatment. And judging by his reaction to my tongue work it certainly
seemed that way. He was squirming and waving his legs in the air. He seemed
to be enjoying what I was doing to him -- not to mention what he was doing
to me.

I started to work harder on that magnificent head and then worked my tongue
up and down his wonderful shaft, licking every part of it. His taste was
absolutely scrumptious. I delighted in it. I lowered my head even more and
began slurping at his wonderful scrotum. It could not have been more
delectable. His testicles were larger than Todd's and his ball bag was a
complete mouthful. But I loved it as I was able to wrap my tongue around
those floating treasures inside that smooth, dark and so tasty
envelope. What made it even better for me was how much Andrew was enjoying
what I was doing to him. He was constantly moaning his appreciation. He was
a magnificently receptive audience.

I next went behind his gorgeous scrotum and began licking under it and
slobbering my tongue over every available square inch of his skin. His
taste was stronger here and I absolutely adored every molecule of his
essence. I found his wonderful tight pucker and began lightly rubbing my
tongue over it. Poor little Andrew -- he was going absolutely ballistic!
His hands were in constant motion as was gorgeous butt. He had his hands on
my head, pushing me along in my attention to his wonderful body. His taste
was unlike Todd's but equally wonderful and intoxicating. By hardening my
tongue I was able to penetrate his muscle and push my tongue up into this
glorious boy's innermost chamber.

I poked and prodded him; I pushed in as far as I possibly could and
treasured every second. Andrew was crazed with excitement. I just loved
what I was able to do to this wonderful kid. My boldness was
overwhelming. After having sex with Todd I was amazed how much my
self-confidence had increased.

"You taste absolutely delicious, Andrew. I love your sweet body," I said
while coming up to take a few deep breaths.

He grunted some then panted out, "I love what you're doin'! Please put your
tongue back. Pleeeeeease!"

"You really like it, Andrew?" I whispered.

"Oh, yes, yes. Yes!"

"Okay, my wonderful boy. I'll put it right back in," I whispered.

"Thanks. Thank you, Lloyd."

I started working on his wonderful chute again. Andrew was moaning a low
guttural moan and loving every minute of it. I knew I was enjoying it
enormously -- the taste, the feel, the smell, the sheer animal indulgence
of it all.

I withdrew my tongue and started licking up to his ball sac again. I
enveloped it in my already tingling mouth. The combination of tastes and
sensations was absolutely exquisite. I noticed that his little balls seemed
to be churning and moving around an awful lot in that sac. I slowly let his
balls slip from my mouth and moved up to his luscious and very inviting
cock. I knew -- somehow I absolutely knew -- that this was going to be an
incredibly new and passionate experience for both of us.

I move my hands up to his chest and again tweaked his gorgeous little
nipples. They were fully erect and the feel of them between my fingertips
and on the palms of my hands was amazing. His eyes were opened and he was
watching me closely. I watched him squirming for a minute or two -- he was
so incredibly sexy. I drank him all in -- his muscular and compact body,
his beautiful face with those luscious lips and very dark eyes, his
magnificent genitals that were fully on display for me.

"You have a very beautiful body, Andrew," I said softly to him. "You are a
very beautiful person."

"Really, Lloyd?" he whispered back.

"Absolutely! You are a very beautiful young boy, Andrew."

"Am I really, Lloyd? Am I really?"

"You are totally awesome!" I said while smiling at him.

Suddenly he started to cry. I moved and lay down next to him; I took him in
my arms. "What's the matter Andrew? What is it sweetheart?"

He shook his head and tried to stop crying. He threw his arms around me and
drew me close to him. His face was buried in my neck. Finally, when he had
himself under control he sobbed out, "Lloyd, nobody's ever said that to me
before. That I'm beautiful. Thank you, Lloyd, thank you."

"See? Now somebody's said it. And it's the truth."

We held each other for a few more minutes. This child was so loving and he
seemed to be begging for acceptance and love. We cuddled, stroked each
other and kissed; it made me feel great. And I'm sure Andrew like it too.

I could feel his erect penis prodding my stomach and I wanted to resume our
lovemaking. I moved my body down until my lips were positioned just above
head of Andrew's luscious cock and balls. His cock was fully hard again and
it was so incredibly inviting.

I stuck my tongue out and began licking all around that glorious head. The
taste was so invigorating. I pushed my tongue into Andrew's slit and
tongued it mercilessly. I then began my traversal of Andrew's rod by slowly
but steadily lowering my mouth and lips around that delicious chocolate
colored shaft. I made sure that my tongue was moving at all times around
that stem - stroking it, soothing it and exciting it.

I pushed my mouth as far down his cock as I could -- until I felt it reach
the back of my throat. I've always had a very bad gag reflex -- I even have
difficulty brushing my teeth in the morning. When Andrew's raging cock hit
the back of my throat, I began to gag badly. I felt embarrassed but I don't
think Andrew noticed anything different. I pulled up slightly and the
gagging passed. I continued working up and down his shaft while one hand
tweaked one of his little nipples and the other hand slowly began to push
into his hot little bottom. He was still pretty wet from my previous
explorations of his ass. I was wiggling my finger around pretty easily,
touching his hard, hot little button and sucking and lapping at his dick.

"Lloyd? Lloyd? I think I gonna come, Lloyd."

All I did was moan that I heard him; what else could I do with his
delectable dick in my mouth?

"Lloyd? I think I really gonna come. I mean really, really come!"

This was my signal to work even harder, and so I did.

"Lloyd? I'm comin'! Lloyd? I'm commmmminggggg! Oh shit! This is it! Lloyd?
Lloyd?"

And suddenly I knew what Andrew had really meant! I felt a thin, warm,
salty, sweet liquid being shot into my mouth. Andrew was shooting! Andrew
was shooting his first load ever! This was magnificent! I swallowed and he
shot again, and then again. It was incredibly! Fantastic! I loved it! I
knew Andrew loved it judging by the sounds he was making and the
contortions of his body.

I pulled my mouth back to the head of Andrew's cock and suck out as much of
his ejaculate as I possibly could. I lapped the last bit that oozed from
his slit and moved along side of him. I wrapped my arms around a very tired
young Andrew.

"I came! I came for the very first time!"

"Yes you did, loverboy!"

"I came! I really came!"

I smiled at him. "How did it feel?" I asked.

"It was awesome! Totally awesome!" I gave him a bigger smile. "It felt like
the top of my head was gonna blow off and like my dick was gonna explode!
It was incredible!"

I kissed him gently. "That's wonderful, Andrew! I'm very happy for you. Now
you are a man!"

"How did it taste?"

"As sweet as honey, only a little thinner."

He pushed his mouth to mine and forced his tongue in. He swooshed it around
a few times and then withdrew it. "Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "It tastes
great!" He gave me a big hug.

I noticed that his eyes were beginning to close. I thought he was going to
fall asleep. He put his head on my chest and threw his arm over me. "Oh
Lloyd! That was so wonderful," he said in a very hushed voice. He was
almost asleep. "This has been the best day of my whole life. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Andrew. It was really great for me too. I loved it."

"It was so very great, Lloyd." He took a deep breath; his eyes were closed
and I knew he was on the verge of sleep. "Lloyd? I love you, Lloyd. I love
you."

I held him close to my body as he slept.

			     The End of Part 4

Author's Note: This is the fourth part of the current story of Todd and
Lloyd (and now, Andrew). I hope you have enjoyed it and plan to come back
for Part 5 -- yes, there will definitely be a Part 5, which will absolutely
be the final chapter. These characters have taken on a life of their own
and I cannot leave them just yet. Please do yourself and the author a big
favor: if you have any comments (good, bad or indifferent) please, please
let me know at my e-mail address: cutter57@hotmail.com. I appreciate all
criticism and will answer all e-mails. A special word of thanks and my
undying gratitude to all who took the time to write to me expressing their
opinions on the previous parts of this story.