Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 02:24:29 EDT
From: Jediplight@aol.com
Subject: LABORER OF LOVE, Part 2

A LABORER OF LOVE
Part Two

This story contains fictional intimate encounters between and adult male
and a boy, and as such may be illegal to view per your local laws or
statutes, or if you are under the age of 18.  If this is the case, read no
further.  Otherwise read on...

Timmy was sound asleep and snoring that beautiful purr that only a young
boy can, so soft yet full of sound.  He was sleeping on his side and had
one leg over on top of me, with his knee bent to that his upper calf rested
squarely between my legs.  It wasn't an exciting or sexual thing, just
close and intimate.  He had one arm bent underneath his head as a pillow,
and the other tucked close to his chest next to me.

It was about 5am, and Amy would be getting up pretty soon to prepare to go
to work.  I deftly removed myself from under this angel of a boy, and moved
over and opened his sleeping bag.  I moved back to my bed and scooped him
up slowly and placed him softly in his bed, and zipped him up.  I unlocked
my door, and dove into my bed, which was definitely less warm with my
little friend moved out.

I dozed off to the patter of raindrops hitting the barn roof, and was
moderately aware of Amy peeking in on us about half an hour or so later,
but I didn't wake up enough to open my eyes.  I could very faintly hear the
shower running upstairs, but this quickly blended in with the drumming
rain, and I dozed off again.

I awoke about 6:20a to Timmy and his sleeping bag being gone, and turned my
alarm off before it alerted me to a new day.  The room felt noticeably more
empty with Timmy gone.  It was like he had a presence that filled or
interacted with the room, and me.  It was a feeling that I had not felt for
a long time.

I shaved and brushed and brushed and dressed, and presented myself to the
breakfast table where Timmy already sat awaiting the arrival of whatever
the Breakfast Gods would bring.

"Well," I asked, "how did you end up sleeping after the cannons quit
firing?"

He laughed a little and said, "Hey, pretty good.  Man, I was impressed!
There was a huge one last night."

And with that he giggled and held his sides, quite impressed with his
didactic ingenuity.

"Yeah," I returned, "I was even impressed with the little ones last night.
Even THEY kept me awake."

He kicked me under the table, still giggling.

Amy was just turning to bring some scrambled eggs from the stove.

"What little ones?" she asked.  "Oh, nevermind.  The thunder."

"No, mom, the cannons," Timmy continued, still laughing.

Amy paused for just a split second and studied Timmy, and then said,
"Timothy John, you'd better not get TOO silly before you get yourself to
school."

The day went reasonably well, considering I was still limited to indoor
work.  I missed the outdoors, but was in no hurry to clamber up on a ladder
to try to repair roof shingles in this type of weather.

Timmy came home and said hi, asked how my day had gone, and headed up to
his room to do his homework.  I barely had time to think about him or
wonder how he was doing on his previous evening's experiences, when he
showed up with a schoolbook in hand.

"Rick, I need some help on my book report, can you maybe give me a hand?"

"Sure, Timmy.  I'd be happy to.  What's the book you read?"

"That's the problem, I didn't finish reading it yet," he advised.

"When is the report due?" I asked, almost knowing the answer before he
answered.

"Tomorrow," he said sheepishly.

"And the book?"

"Huck Finn."

"And you are how far through it?" I asked.

"Um, maybe about 2/3's or just over half."

"Well, I have an idea, why don't we just read it together, and then you can
quickly fill out your book report at the end?"  I suggested.

It worked out great.  Timmy read a bit, and then I would, alternating until
about 2 hours later he was done with the book.  I asked him the book report
questions, and he quickly answered and wrote them down.

"Gosh, Rick, thanks!" he exclaimed, "That was the most fun book report I
think that I ever did!"

"Me too," I replied honestly.

He flashed me that Timmy Smile and walked over and gave me the sweetest
hug.  "Ok, I gotta get to bed," he said.  He looked up into my eyes with
one of those looks and expressions that you'd climb any mountain to see.

"Goodnight, Timmy.  Sleep tight," I wished.

"You too, Rick," and POOF he was gone.

The next day at breakfast Timmy asked his mom if it would be ok if he had
him room painted, so that it was a "cooler room".

"Well, I don't know," she replied, "Rick can you look and see what shape
that paint is in and let me know?"

"Sure, no problem.  I will take a look at it today after I finish the
shelves in the barn."

"Cool!" Timmy exclaimed, sorta bouncing around in his chair while giving
Amy and I the killer smile that just made you wonder what was going on.  At
least it made me wonder what was going on.

The morning went without too much incident, mostly because shelves can't
protest too much where you put 'em.  I had the old shelves torn out, the
new ones measured, cut and in by noon.  All that remained was putting the
supplies and such back in somewhat of the same order as they were in before
my demolition.

"Hey, I saw the shelves, they look pretty good," Amy commented as she
walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah, not much competition there.  I pulled out my hammer and they quit
arguing right away," I teased.

"Well, thanks for the good job.  What's next?"

"I'm gonna put the stock and supplies back onto the shelves, and then go up
to Timmy's room and look at the paint to see if it needs it, or if we are
just placating the whims of a whimsical teen," I replied.

Amy laughed, and shook her head.  "Yes, I did notice that he seemed to have
more reasons than one for that request, but it didn't seem too serious of a
wish, so let me know what you think.  I think I have the same paint left
over and marked in the barn."

"Uh, sure, like he's going to want the same paint!" I laughed.

And sure enough, Timmy wanted to know what colors he could paint his room.
Colors.  Plural.  Amy went off into a bit of a lecture on that one, which I
am sure went right in one of Timmy's ears and out the other.  But no
matter, as I was again pretty sure they could arrive at some happy middle
point despite everything.

Two walls white.  Two walls blue.  Ceiling yellow.  All of which were out
in the barn, of course.

Timmy was anxious to help, and we slated the paint job for Friday after
school, Saturday, and if necessary Sunday.  It was at this point that I
began to suspect at least one of the ulterior motives for the paint job.
Or was it when Timmy asked where he was going to sleep while the paint
dried for two or three days.....?

As we neared completion of doing the yellow ceiling first, Friday night was
still fairly young.  "Hey," Timmy suggested, "why don't we rent a movie and
have some popcorn?"  "Sounds good to me," I responded, "why don't you go
see what your mom wants to watch and I will start cleaning the brushes and
roller up."

"Cool!" and off he went as happy as a clam.

He was back in a couple minutes, and gave a hand at washing out the
brushes.  "Mom said it didn't really matter, she is totally pooped and
probably won't be up past the beginning credits."

"Aw, shucks.  OK," I said, "So what would you like to watch?"

"Um, gee, I don't know.  Maybe Titanic," he said giggling like a little
kid.

"OK, I'll bite.  Why Titanic?"

"Because when Leo has sex with the girl in the back seat of the old car I
get a major hard-on," and he laughed.

"I thought you weren't so hot on girls?" I posed.

"I'm not!  It's just that the thought of Leo with an erection gives me one
too!" he exclaimed.  "He is totally hot!"

I moved and put my hand over his mouth softly, and said, "Do you supposed
you could deliver those types of sentences in less than a football-field
voice?"

He laughed, "Sorry, really."

"OK."

"But I am serious, Rick, I love watching that movie."

"Well, ok, it is on the list of possibilities.  But isn't that a
two-cassette movie?"

"Oh yeah.  Hey, we could watch Part 1 tonight and Part 2 tomorrow night,
how about that?

"Oohhh!  That is a good idea.  OK, I second the motion for watching
Titanic.  All in favor say 'aye'."

"AYE!"

All against, say 'nay'."

Funny, neither of us voted no.  Hmmm.

We were about half the way thru the first video when Amy announced her
voyage to slumber land.  Timmy was going strong, eyes wide and mouth full
of popcorn.  Me too!

I had to admit, I was a Leo fan, especially on this movie.  I think it was
just his nonchalance, or ease of acting.  Plus he was killer cute!

The first video was nearly done, and I said, "Well, I guess I'd better get
off your bed here so that you can go to sleep."

"Nope," he said.

"Huh?  You're sleeping in your room?"

"Nope," he said again.

He turned to me smiling big, "I am sleeping in your room.  I asked mom if I
could because we can close the door and keep the smell out.  If I sleep in
here there is still the paint odor all night long."

"She didn't want you sleeping in her room?" I asked.

"No way, yuck!  I'm not gonna sleep on my mom's floor," he gave in
semi-mock disgust, "Really, she said it was ok."

"You know," I said, playing out a hunch, "it is almost like you had this
planned out down to the last detail."

"Ever since the lightning storm," he smiled, "just had to figure out an
excuse good enough."

"You are so bad," I teased.

"No, I am so good," he retorted, "and you are even better <<<wink>>>."

"And I thought Leo was hot," I said.

"He is, but so are you," Timmy said totally on the level, "plus you are
real and are here."  He didn't shift his gaze from me in the slightest.

I stepped over and gave him a light kiss on the top of his head.

He shut the VCR and TV off and gave me a side hug, all the way to my room.
His sleeping bag was mysteriously already on the floor, but I suspected he
had other plans for the beginning of the night.

"Ok, lover boy," I said quietly, "I think you are in for the red carpet
treatment."  He locked the door behind us, and slowly but deliberately shed
his clothes.  I followed suit as quickly as I could, and planted myself in
bed.  Timmy turned out the light and climbed in beside me.  I was already
uncontrollably hard.

"I haven't cum since the last time with you, Rick," Timmy said shyly.

"I'll be very easy on you, but you are still in for the red carpet
treatment," I smiled.  "But remember, you don't have to do anything you
don't want to, and can and should stop me at any time you don't want to
continue."

He rolled his eyes, "Will you quit already?  Here..." and he guided my hand
to his very tense and stiff boyhood.

"Yes sir!" I saluted and smiled, and down periscope I went.

It was about as good as it gets.  Timmy was totally sensual, moaning,
cooing, raising his hips off the bed, grinding his butt against my pressing
finger, all of those classic lines you read about in stories.  At one point
he pushed his butt against my finger so hard that I popped in!  He gasped,
said something I won't repeat, and said "Oh Yes Rick!" about three times.
I quickly found his inner pleasure button and gently massaged it as I
slowly licked his penis head around like a lollipop.  I grazed my lips back
and forth across the tip of his dick and massaged his prostate area.  He
began to tense and stiffen up markedly.  I backed off ever so slightly,
letting the orgasm subside and not occur right away, while keeping him
close.  He groaned and clutched the sheets with tight fists.  I could feel
his boyhood slacken a bit, so I again intensified my sucking and inner
rubbing.  Again, within a minute he became close to spurting his sweet
boyseed, and again I backed off.  I could tell he wouldn't think this
sensual if it occurred too long, so I intensified my pace and never slowed
down.  Timmy grabbed my head with his hands and jutted his hips forward,
ejaculating volley after volley of his love.  Words cannot describe how
intense it was for him.  He gasped for air many seconds after the actual
physical intensity was over.

Finally, he caught his breath and slowed down.  I came up and laid next to
him and he softly said, "Rick?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Could you check around in the bed for me?"

"For what, Timmy?"

"I think I blew my testicles out the end of my weenie."

I laughed so hard I had tears and so did Timmy.  "Well, I am glad you liked
it.  I really and truly enjoy making you feel that good.  You are such a
good kid, such a nice person, so beautiful to look at and to talk to and be
around, it is wonderful to make you cum like that and hear you totally cut
loose," I confided.

"Wasn't too bad from this side, either," he kidded.

Laying side by side, he just draped an arm and a leg over me, so totally at
peace.

"Rick?"

"No, I didn't find your testicles."

We giggled, but not as bad as before.

"No.  Really.  Rick...?"

"What, babe?" I answered.

"I don't want you ever to leave."

"Well for now I am not going anywhere, Timmy.  I love you, too."

He looked at me and got big tears in his eyes, and just hugged me.

"It's ok, bud.  I understand, I think.  This may last for a long while,
this may last for a little while.  We don't know, right?"

Timmy nodded.

"Well, for now we have what we have.  If we could freeze time and keep you
as pretty and cool and boyish as you are, I would have arrived at heaven.
And if I could stay the way I am and the qualities that you like, I guess
you would like that, too, right?"

Again, he nodded.

"Well, for now we have that.  But you will get older, find other friends,
too, and I probably someday will run out of nails to pound or paint to
apply.  And when those days come, you will have me in your head forever and
I will have you in my head forever, and maybe even if we are lucky we will
continue to know each other for the many years of our lives."

I paused and gave him a kiss on his forehead, and he returned one to my
chest.

"But if and when I leave and and you move on with your life, I can only
hope that you find someone that loves you as much I as I do, and that I
find someone who loves me as much as you do.  I don't think we could ask
for much more than that."

"Rick, sometimes I hate it when you're right."

"Me too, kiddo, me too," and I hugged him pretty tight and kissed him
again.

It was obvious that neither of us wanted to move.

"Hey, Timmy."

"Huh," he said, almost asleep.

"How about we continue Round 2 of this tomorrow night.  I think I am too
tired to have you play the flute."

He giggled immediately, and elbowed me in the ribs.  "Where do you get
those?" he said.  "Flute?!"

"Well, it was loud enough in here when I played the piccolo," I teased.

"What?!  OH!  Piccolo?  Shut up!" and he elbowed me again, giggling the
whole while.

I bid him goodnight, and I think that he may have even been awake enough to
hear me.

Submitted by Jediplight@aol.com