Date: Wed, 03 Nov 1999 13:30:11 EST
From: Lyndhurst Rutherford <lyndie_73@hotmail.com>
Subject: TAD'S STORY.....Part 2
Hello, my name is Lyndhurst Rutherford, or Lyndie for short.
The following story is purely fictional. This is a concerns friendship,
love, and sex between boys. If you are offended by my work, please don't
read it. If this story is illegal because of your age or locality, don't
read it. This, dear reader, represents my first attempt at writing short
stories. If you do choose to read on, I would so enjoy hearing any and all
serious observations and critiques from you. Please feel free to e- mail me
at lyndie_73@Hotmail.com.
Copyright 1999, Lyndhurst Rutherford, all rights reserved.
Tad Story......Part 2..
by LyndhurstRutherford...lyndie_73@Hotmail.com
As I ran home through the narrow village streets, I was watching the colors
of the evening sky go from bright orange, to deep orange, to red, and deep
purplish violet. All the while thinking how the beauty of the sky paled in
comparison to that of my angel, my Tad. It was crazy. For one thing, what
did I know about love? And then again, was it right for me to love another
boy? Did he love me in the same way that I loved him? My mind was a mass of
confused feelings. Feelings I didn't quite yet understand, but I knew I had
to work out over time. Yes, that's it, it will work itself out over
time. In the meantime there is only one thing I know about love. I know
that when I think about Tad, I get this wonderful warm glow in my insides
that makes me want to shout out to the world, how happy I am. But for
right now, I think I had better keep this to myself. It's all right if
everyone thinks were friends and such, but the love part is best kept
between Tad and myself. My, but I can still smell the scent of his soft
little body on me.
As I was but
five more minutes from home, there suddenly came from behind me the clatter
of one of those new fangled things, they called an automobile. When I
turned around to get out of the way I recognized it right away as fathers
automobile. Screeching to a stop I was instantly greeted by the sight of my
father. My father was by all accounts a very professional man. The manager
of one of the largest financial houses in London. He had the reputation of
being a virtual lion in the business world, and one would have to count
their blessings if he left you unscathed. Father was a big, bear of a man,
about six feet and five inches tall, weighing about two hundred and ninety
five pounds. He had a loud booming voice that would command attention in
any frenzied boardroom or meeting, and he carried himself with the self
-confidant air of a general making a conquest. Father was a self made man,
who's own father was an Irish coal miner, and who worked his tail off to
put himself through school. Father eventually won a scholarship to Oxford
University, majoring in Business and Business Law. I suppose that is partly
why he was so feared in the business world. In his home life, however,
father was my best friend and confidant, and no matter what, always greeted
me with a smile, a joke and a great big hug. No one would have guessed, but
father had one of the most gentle loving hearts in the world.
"Well look see
what I've found walking about. Now what is a little boy hobo doing in this
area of the world eh?" "Oh father, you know who I am, don't you?" He
thought for a moment and said, "No you scalawag, who might you be?" "Why,
your Sammy of course." I said, going along with the gag. "Sheer and utter
nonsense. My Sammy is a clean young man. Not a disheveled little scalawag
such as yourself." "Father!!", I insisted. And with that came uproarious
laughter and suddenly I was swept into the auto and being given a great big
hug and kiss. "Oh father, you know I'm getting much to old for you to be
kissing me in public like that." "Oh poppycock. You'll never be too old
for me to show you how much I love you." And off we went on our way home
with a clatter and a bang.
By the time father had
pulled the car into the garage, the sun had gone completely down and
nightfall was slowly making it's presence known. As we walked to the house,
it was then that I discovered how truly exhausted I was. I had yawned twice
even before reaching the front stoop. As we approached the doorway,
Annabelle was just coming out to light the gaslights beside the door. "Good
evening Miss Annabelle. My but we're looking rather fetching tonight,
aren't we?" "Oh, stop sir, you're going to make me blush again, aren't
you? Why, master Samuel, just look at you! Have you been rolling about in
the dirt again? Well young man, I won't have you dirtying up my dinner
table with the entire English countryside, so it's off to the bath with you
before dinner." I was about to protest the bath and explain that I had
been swimming the entire afternoon away, when father gave me one of his
looks that said not to even bother arguing with Annabelle, as she always
wins in these matters. In fact, it was a rare moment when even father would
take the risk of defying her. As I saw things, father may rule the
boardroom, but Annabelle rules the run of the house. The house we lived in
truly did need the management of someone, of Annabelle's capabilities. It
was no easy job, let me tell you. We probably had the largest house in the
community. I believe I once heard it referred to with the word "Mansion".
All I knew was, that one could seemingly get lost within it's many rooms,
halls, and gardens, for days on end without the hope of being
discovered. Annabelle had two undermaids in her charge, plus the cook and
gardener. It was her Duty to be sure everything was in proper order and
going smoothly. Of course, as always, Annabelle did report to someone of
even higher authority than herself. That, was mother.
If ever there existed a true Lady of the
House, it would have to be mother. Mother was a true aristocrat in every
sense of the word. Her bloodlines run back to His Majesty's, (King Edward),
family. Her father was a German duke, and her mother was of British
nobility. But mothers nose is hardly up in the air. Mother is compared to a
delicate flower. Intelligent, strong willed, yet lowly enough to wipe the
snotty nose of her own little boy. Mother was also a beautiful woman. Tall
and thin, her skin was the color of a mild peach, and her hair the red of a
thousand fires. Eyes as blue as a soft mid summer sky. I will always
remember the scent of her perfume, a light flowery scent that permeated
everything she owned. You could always tell, even hours later, if mother
had been in a room because of that perfume. Mother would often tell me
bedtime stories of when she was a little girl. She often accompanied her
father on trips to various European castles, where her father, the Duke,
conducted business on behalf of the Royal Family of England. It was mother,
who also taught me how to hike through the woods safely, and father, who
taught me about wilderness survival. One more thing mother taught me was
kindness to all living things and love of G-D and the church. Does it
sound as if I loved my parents? Dear reader, I did, immensely. They were
remarkable people for their time.
Well anyway, I followed Annabelle's
command and hurriedly took my bath in my private bathroom. Thank the lord
we had indoor plumbing, not to mention private bathrooms. Quick as a
flash, I was dressed in my dinner attire and seated at the table across
from mother, with father at the head. I must say, that in the few minutes
that it took Annabelle to bring in the food, I had nearly fallen asleep
three times, so exhausted was I.
"Samuel? Samuel!" Said mother.
Startled, I looked up at mother who was trying to be stern, but laughing
despite herself. "Yes ma'am?" "Samuel James Hedge, I will not have this
sort of behavior at my table. If you prefer to sleep, please be kind enough
to do it in your room." "Yes ma'am" I then heard a snicker escape fathers'
lips and knew he would be next. "Am I to understand that you condone this
sort of thing, father?" She asked him. Father shook his head no but
couldn't help himself when another snicker turned into one of his booming
laughs. Mother was about to scold him when she too burst out in fits of
laughter. As for me, I sat quietly looking at them as if they've lost
their minds.
"Oh mother, I spent the entire day
mucking about in the Great Woods and swimming. And, guess what ? I made a
new friend today."
"Another one of your chipmunk or
squirrel friends, I suppose?" She said. "No mother, a human one, a boy from
school that I never even talked to before. His name is Thomas Winslow."
"Oh yes, Henrietta Winslows boy. I am
aquainted with her. She's a member of our bridge club and sewing
circle. I've met Thomas also. Quite a nice young lad, although I never
imagined that he'd be traversing the woods with you, for heavens sake. The
way Henrietta watches over him and frets over the slightest speck of dirt
on her little angel."
Little did mother know what an angel
indeed Tad was. Father interrupted. "Mother, isn't Henrietta the woman_."
Mother suddenly cut him off in mid sentence. "Yes dear, but let's not
discuss things now at the dinner table, shall we?" Mother was giving him
one of those, don't talk in front of the child looks again, and father
stopped talking. When I was younger and mother would do that, I never paid
much mind. But now I was older and I began to suspect that this was meant
to keep me from hearing something I ought not to not hear. As usual I made
believe it had been forgotten, but they have a habit of bringing up those
subjects the moment they think that I'm fast asleep. Little did they
realize that from my room, I could hear every word they said, through the
heating grates in the floor. They would be in shock to know what I've
heard. Anyway, I made up a whole pack of fibs to tell them about mucking
about in the woods, Tad and I, about exploring this and that, and
swimming. Soon father was talking about his latest acquisitions and such,
and I was finished with dinner and getting bored and sleepy. "Mother, may I
be excused ? I'd like to go to bed early, I'm so tired, and I've got a date
to meet Tad, uh_ Thomas, in the morning." "Yes dear, well all right then,
off with you. Good night." I kissed mother and father good night and then
was off to my room.
As soon as I'd come in to my room, I jumped
into bed and shut off the lamp. My soft bed felt like a cloud under my
tired legs. My pillow was calling me to sleep as soon as I'd laid my head
down. But, I had to stay awake long enough to hear what it was father was
trying to say earlier. Soon the voices came, and I listened with great
excitement, thinking about what I may hear tonight.
"Really dear, you must start watching what
you say around Samuel. There are still things he shouldn't know about."
"Yes dear, I'm sorry, I will try to mind my tongue, but tell me now, isn't
Henrietta the woman whose husband had gone off on some sort of expedition
seven years ago, to bring back imported products, and was never heard from
or seen since?"
"Yes, she's the one." I was shocked. No, more than that, I
was shocked and confused. But I guess that's what happens when you listen
to something you're not intended to hear. Mother was explaining now. " Her
husband, Edgar Winslow, was the director of new product acquisition for the
Harlen's International Import Company of London. He was always all over the
world, inspecting new products that the company would import and
export. The company never sold a new product without his authority. He was
under the direct orders of the Chairman himself. And would report only to
him. Then came the time he had to go to India and do a routine inspection
of some new type of fruit. As the story goes, after he said good night to
one of his friends at a Calcutta hotel he went to his room. The next
morning he was to meet his associates at the boat dock and they were to
sail to Bombay. When he failed to appear, they went back to the hotel to
look for him. Turns out he was nowhere to be found. All that was left were
his clothes and his diary. On the last page of the diary was entered the
days events, but stopped in mid sentence, as if he'd been interrupted. The
police and the company searched for a year, but found nothing that would
provide any clues as to his whereabouts. Poor Henrietta was devastated. All
alone with a small child to raise by herself, she began teaching in London
to support herself. After two years, she had her husband legally declared
dead so that she could collect the insurance that her husbands company
provided. Since then, about a year ago, she met up with one of her old
beau's at a party in London. Believe it or not, this man, Jiles
Witherspoon, works for another import company in London and does pretty
much the same thing as her poor deceased Edgar. The one difference is that
he has flunkies that he sends to all sorts of places. He doesn't like to
leave Henrietta alone." I was astonished. I was also deeply
distressed. How awful for my dear Tad to have to go along without his
father. I thought of my father and how lucky I was to have him. How could I
ever get along without him? I stopped thinking of that when I realized what
my darling Tad must have gone through. At this moment, I longed to hold him
in my arms, kiss him, and tell him it would all be alright, that I would
take care of him, if need be. How silly of me! He still had his mother and
he also had a stepfather to take care of him. Well, I thought, at least I
could still love him. That was enough for me. But my parents were still
talking. "Well mother, what sort of fellow is this Mr. Witherspoon,
anyway?" "Oh, that's just it, no one really knows. He spends most of his
available time working, and the few times anyone has met him, he barley
smiles or says anything. Rather a dour person, I would imagine." "Well
mother, I think that this friendship of Samuel's with this boy should be
watched closely, don't you agree?" "Yes and no. I mean, we shall watch,
but Thomas is such a well mannered, pleasant, young man, that Henrietta
must be doing right by him. He seems to be brought up rather nicely. But
then again, we shall keep our eyes open father." "Quite so dear, quite
so." With that my parents retired to their bedroom and the talking was
done for the night. As I settled back in my bed and waited for the arms of
the dream world to carry me off, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Tad. As
my parents said, they would watch, so would I. I will watch for anything
that may hurt my darling little angel. I made a vow that night. A vow to
protect Tad as long, and as hard as I could. I knew, then and there, that I
truly loved him.
This morning I was up and out of
bed early. I put on my other mucking about the woods clothes and was down
in the kitchen before Annabelle. Such was my excitement that I could barely
contain myself, I just couldn't wait to see my angel again. As I got down
to the kitchen, it was just in time to get a hug goodbye from father who
was off to work again. "Going mucking about again today, son?" "Yes sir,
and I'm meeting Thomas again." A look of worry crossed my fathers face for
just an instant, but then he gave me one of his famous smiles and bear
hugs. "Well have fun then, and don't be late for dinner." " I won't
father." And he was off.
Quickly, I packed a lunch for Tad and me. I then
grabbed my old camping blanket, rolled it up and hitched it to my hiking
pack. In the pack I had put a rain slicker and a towel because the sky
looked a trifle cloudy. I also put a candle, an ashtray, and some matches
in there, because today I was going to show Tad my best cave, and believe
me, it was dark in there.
Before long, I was out of the house, quietly
closing the door, so as not to wake mother, and I was off. As I walked to
the entrance to the great woods, I assumed Tad would meet me there because
it wasn't raining, I wondered to myself if it would be the same between
us. Maybe he felt ashamed of what we had done yesterday and wouldn't
come. All these things kept coming in and going out.
At last I was there. But where was Tad? My heart
started to sink and it was then that I remembered that I had told him to
meet at eight . I looked at my watch. Stupid me, it was only seven
thirty. Well, with a half an hour to myself, I sat down on the grass next
to this huge oak tree, leaned back and closed my eyes. To experience the
woods with one's eyes, is one thing. But to experience the woods with the
rest of one's senses, is clearly another. To smell the sweet pines and oak
trees, to hear the woodpeckers pecking and the grass rustling due to some
squirrel, looking about for his breakfast, is to be at one with nature. To
enjoy the quiet beauty of what G-d has created is one of life's better
pleasures. Before long, I had fallen fast asleep. I was being awakened by
something tickling my cheek. Still with my eyes closed, I could sense
something touching my cheek. As I became more alert, I realized that this
was not tickling. Someone, or something was lightly and tenderly kissing my
cheek. As my eyes opened, I was greeted to the most beautiful sight in the
world. There were two eyes looking directly into mine. Two beautiful blue
eyes. They could only belong to an angel. My angel. Realizing with
delight, who it was, I quickly wrapped my arms around Tad's neck as he did
to me. Together, our lips met in a soft warm kiss, while we embraced each
other as if it had been an eternity since we had last set eyes on each
other. My senses were going wild with abandonment. He still loved me. He
loved me and I loved him. Oh glorious Gd, what a feeling, to be loved in
this way. As we broke our embrace, we silently stared at each other for a
second and both of us broke into fits of boyish giggles. At last Tad said,
"Have you been sleeping here all night waiting for me?" "No, ya twit. Got
here before you and fell asleep s'all." "Are you ready for a real hike and
adventure Tad?" "Sure. Where we going?" "I thought we'd knock about for
a while and I'd show you some different leaves and trees and stuff. Maybe
teach you some of the survival and wildlife things that my dad's taught
me." For just a split second I thought I noticed a look of despair in Tads
eyes when I spoke of things my dad has taught me. Perhaps I should pick my
words a little more carefully, but after all, how would he expect me to
know about his father and all? We picked up our gear and started making
our way deeper into the great woods, laughing and joking as we walked and
talked. On our way, I started to show Tad different little things about
the forest, like how to tell the edible berries from the poisonous ones,
different types of tree leaves and the trees that they came from, and how
to tell the age of a tree from an old fallen tree that I liked to climb
about on. At the tree, Tad and I had a marvelous time climbing about and
pretending we were Robin Hood and Friar Tuck and such. As we sat down on
top of the tree to rest, letting our legs swing over the side, for a moment
we just sat and listened to the quiet music of the wind and the birds
rushing past the needles of the large old pine trees. "Funny thing." Said
Tad finally. "Every one thinks the Great Woods is a dirty little place
where one could get hurt, lost, or attacked by a wild beast. Little do they
all realize what beauty they are truly missing. So peaceful and still that
I bet, if you made a wish, that Gd would actually hear you in here." I
looked at him and he had a contemplative look on his face. Funny how it
just took away from the beauty of his face. Some one with the looks of an
angel should always have a smile on his lips and happy thoughts. Without
thinking I asked Tad what he'd wish for if Gd could really hear him. His
face became lost in thought for a moment. Then he looked at me as if he
were revealing something to someone for the first time in his life, knowing
it was safe to trust only this person and no one else. "I would wish for
my father to come back." He said finally. We both stared at each other in
silence for a moment, and it was then that I noticed tears welling up in
his eyes as he quickly turned away from me. Tad was ashamed that he'd
started to cry, couldn't help himself as he started whimpering, head turned
away from me. Without saying a word, I drew my arm around his shoulders
and, as gently as I could, hugged him to me. It was the kind of hug that
said, "Here now Tad, here was someone you could trust and tell your
thoughts to. Someone who would never abandon you and always love you, hold
you, and try to make it all right. Tad slowly turned to look at me, his
face was all wet and tear stained, and his cheeks were red. We just looked
at each other for a moment or two, then he buried his head close to my
chest and there we sat for the longest time, just holding each other,
listening to the forest music. As I sat there, I looked up at the sky and
noticed that it was getting grayer and grayer. Just then there was a plop
of rain right in my eye. "Hey Tad, it's starting to rain." "We'll never
make it back without getting sopped, Sammy." "Well then, how'd you like to
see a deep dark cave, where we can hide till it's all over?" "I don't
know. Sounds scary to me." "Nothing to it. Not scary at all, been there
thousands of times. Don't worry, I'll protect you." "Samuel Hedge !" Tad
said. In astonishment, I couldn't believe he was going to scold me for
something. "What?" I said. "Samuel Hedge, where did you get it into your
head that I required protecting?" "Well then, sorry Tad. You can protect
me, ok ?" "Right then, lets go." And he bolted off the tree and started
into the woods. I yelled after him, "Don't you think I should show you the
way first?" Tad stopped dead in his tracks, turned and looked at me, eyes
alive with mischief, smiling from ear to ear, and we both started to laugh
and run, with Tad following me this time.
The rain was
steadily increasing in volume as we chased each other through the
woods. Gradually, I led us both to the edge of a steep cliff. "So, where's
this bloody cave?" asked Tad. "Right down there, on the face of this
cliff." As we stood at the edge of the cliff, I pointed down to a ledge
about half way down the face of the cliff. Over to the side was a tangled
mass of thick brush I had placed in front of the entrance to the cave. "All
the way down there?" said Tad in disbelief. "And just how do you get down
the face of this cliff without killing yourself?" "Follow me" is all I
said. I then led us over to a small walking path, about two feet wide, that
went right down to the ledge. Now anyone larger than Tad and Me would never
have a chance of making it down this path without falling off and into the
river thirty feet below us, but we would make it just fine because we were
small enough and there were large vines growing on the face of the cliff to
hang onto and keep your balance. As we started inching along down the path,
I could see by the look in his face, that Tad was awfully scared, but
scared as he was, he trusted me and I was telling him what to grab and
where to step the entire way down. Tad was determined that if I could do
it, so could he. At the cave's entrance, I lifted a "door" I had made, and
let Tad in first. As it was pitch black inside, Tad waited for me to secure
the door before going in ant further. >From out of my camp sack I produced
two candles, two holders, and some matches. I lit both candles and handed
one to Tad. As Tad's candle began to achieve it's full glow, I watched as
Tad had his first look at the inside of my cave. I must say, he was utterly
fascinated. Entering the cave was like plunging back into time fifty or so
million years. The entrance portion of the cave was about eight feet tall
and had a sandy sort of granite color and texture. The floor was a mix of
loose sand on top of hard packed stone, but the floor, you could tell, had
grooves cut into it by a small river that may have run through it a long
time ago. There was also a musty stale sort of smell, like mold, I
suppose. After about ten feet or so the floor took a gradual slope
downwards and kept dropping for about one hundred feet. At that point you
were at least one hundred feet below the entrance level.
At last you came to
a "T". To the left the cave branched out to an even longer hallway that led
to a cliff. At the edge of the cliff was the most beautiful sight I had
ever seen. The cliff gave way to a huge underground canyon. The canyon was
about five hundred feet across to blank, flat cave walls. Glittering spikes
of some unknown precious mineral that seemed to have a glow and sparkle all
their own illuminated the entire canyon. The spikes were so profuse that it
could provide a way of climbing down to the bottom. That is to say, if one
were brave enough, that is. The canyon dropped down at least five or six
hundred feet to the bottom, which was inundated with lush, green, trees. It
was so thick that you would never be able to see the floor. I don't even
know if there was one. It's as if I were gazing down at some lost tropical
rain forest of a land that had been forgotten by time.
As we gazed down at
this wondrous sight, Tad was truly in awe with his mouth agape. "Oh Sam,
never before have I seen anything quite like this before. Have you ever
been down to the bottom?" "No, I haven't had the nerve yet. Besides, I was
always alone until now. What if I had fallen in? No one would ever find me
until the end of time itself." Hey yeah, I suppose your right. It's so
mysterious though, and so peaceful." As he said that, he had that far away
look in his eyes that one seems to get when one's life is any but peaceful,
and you long for something that seems entirely out of reach. To see such
sadness in those lovely eyes hurt me terribly. All along I could sense
such terrible sadness in a boy so young and innocent as Tad. As we stood
there staring out over the edge of the canyon, I put my arm around Tad in
sort of a brotherly way and held him close to me. After a minute or two, as
if on cue, we both looked at each other. Tad smiled at me with a smile that
lit up his entire face and said, "Well, is there anything more to this cave
Sam?" "One more room, you little devil. Come on, off this way." I led Tad
away from the canyon and back to the "T". his time I led him to the
right. After about ten feet we came to a big boulder in the middle of the
path. The boulder, which was light enough for me to lift with a little
effort, covered the entrance to the most sacred place of all. I was about
to show Tad my hideaway room. I removed the boulder and there in the stone
floor was a hole, just round enough and wide enough for two skinny boys to
slide through with a six foot drop to the bottom. Once at the bottom, you
crawled through a three foot hallway with a four foot ceiling and suddenly
found yourself in an underground room. During the times I've come here, I
have brought all sorts of little things such as a oil lamp, extra jug of
oil, a few old sleeping bags and blankets, pillows, books, and playing
cards. What I had created was a home away from home. A place that I could
be alone without being bothered. A place that no one knew about, until now.
Slowly but surely, Tad followed behind me all the way as I led him to my
room until, finally, we were there. While Tad waited, I got out and lit the
oil lamp, and suddenly the whole room was bathed on the soft warm glow of
the lamp. "I can't believe this." Said Tad. "You've got yourself your own
little house down here in the bottom of a cave." I then looked at Tad and
told him in my most serious voice, that under no circumstances, was anyone
to know of this place. I told him that he was the only one in the world I'd
share it with and I wanted to keep it that way. After I had given my little
speech, Tad looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his, and for a moment
said nothing. As I looked into his eyes, his face bathed in the golden glow
of the lamp, I began to become entranced by his angelic beauty once again.
Slowly Tad walked over to me, never breaking eye contact. When he was but a
foot away, he put his arms around my neck and slowly, lovingly, pulled my
face closer and closer to his. As our lips came into first contact we both
closed our eyes. We didn't need them now. As Tad kissed me, first licking
my lips with his tongue and eventually sliding his tongue into my mouth, I
became weak kneed. As if he sensed this, he held me close to him, holding
me up and at the same time pressing his body into mine. I couldn't help
myself any longer and wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him back
with all the love that I had ever felt in my life. I knew then, that at
that time, we both knew that we loved each other passionately. Even though
no words were exchanged, our heated passion said it all.
Finally, unwillingly, we both had to come up
for air. As we stood there staring at each other, our breathing labored and
our knees quivering, I finally spoke. "I think we might be a bit more
comfortable if we fixed the blankets and sleeping bags on the floor." Tad
said nothing, All he did was entrance me with those beautiful eyes of his,
smile, and shook his head in agreement. As I let go of him, I noticed that
he was blushing again. I couldn't help but silently thank the lord for
sending me someone as beautifully innocent as Tad. To think that mere boys
as we were could have such longing and feelings for one another. I had
three overstuffed sleeping bags, that when we opened up and rolled out,
completely covered the cold stone floor. We spread out the blankets and the
pillows and were done. As we stood looking at each other, Tad finally
said, "Last night when I went home, I _.,I_.uh_" I went to him, put my
hands on his cheeks and then brushed back his long blond hair. "Tad", I
said. "Don't be afraid to tell me what's in your heart. I won't laugh at
you or mock you. I swear." With that his cheeks turned red again as he
started to once more try and say what was in his heart.
"Last night when I went home and left you
standing there at the woods entrance, I felt as if I had just left a part
of myself somewhere. Somehow, without you there all of a sudden, I was not
a whole person anymore. Every time I thought of you it made my tummy tingle
and get warm inside, and I ached to be with you. My mother thought there
was something wrong with me because I barely ate my dinner and I was
falling asleep at the table".
He looked at me then, not as
he had ever looked at me before. His eyes were searching. Searching perhaps
for any sign that he was making a fool of himself, and for comforting
reassurance from me. I just smiled at him and said,"Go on, my angel, tell
me all that's on your mind." As soon as I'd called him my angel, he
embraced me and clung to me as if for dear life. Burying his head against
my chest, he continued speaking. " Oh Sam, I don't know what to call
it. All I know is that I never want to be apart from you." I looked him in
the eyes and now it was he who was transfixed with my eyes. "Tad, I think
that I love you. And I think that you love me." "Oh Sam, I've finally
found someone to love." That last comment puzzled me for a second, but was,
for the moment, forgotten as Tad embraced me again, locking his sweet, warm
lips onto mine, taking my tongue prisoner and my soul as well. Abruptly, I
stopped and pulled back. Tad looked at me, confusion written all over his
face. "Sit !", I ordered. Tad looked at me, dumbfoundedly but he complied
with my request. As he sat down on our makeshift bed, I stood defiantly
above him looking down at this beautiful boy. Slowly, I started to remove
my clothing, one piece at a time. First I removed my shoes and socks and
kicked them aside. Next came my trousers, ever so slowly. As I was doing
this, Tad's eyes followed every movement my hands made, as if hypnotized by
the daring little show that I was putting on just for him. As he stared
with his mouth hanging open, I removed my shirt. Button by button, until
finally, I allowed the restraining garment to fall off my body with a shrug
of my shoulders. Unfortunately for me, my little show was not only
affecting Tad, but me as well. As I stood there in just my shorts, my hands
were now shaking with fevered excitement. And, although it was nicely cool
in the cave, my whole body seemed to be burning up.
There also seemed to be a
burning in side my shorts as well. Tad's eyes were now glued to the large
tent that grew in the front of my shorts, his cheeks were blushing red once
again and he was licking his lips trying to keep his dry mouth moist. I
then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and ever so slowly
started easing them down my boyish hips, deliberately going slow and
wiggling my little hips so as to further excite my little angel. When my
hands came near my, now iron hard little manhood, I thought that I might
get scorched from the heat that radiated from within. Slowly, I lifted my
shorts up the shaft of my penis, exposing its silky smooth sweetness to
Tad's heated stare, little by little. Finally, I could hold back no longer
and, lifting my shorts up and over, I exposed my smooth, blood-engorged
head to my sweet lover.
At that point, it was a simple
matter of letting go of the waistband and wiggling my skinny little legs,
to make my shorts finally drop down to the floor. As I stepped out of
them, the cool air in the cave began to wash between my slightly spread
legs exciting me even further. Tad said not a word as I finally
spoke. "Stand up Tad. Stand up and do the same for me. Please".
Silently, with a
glazed look in his eyes, Tad stood, not three feet before me and obeyed my
love command. It's as if I was in control, with Tad to follow my command
and lead. He was perfectly content to let me lead him.
I sat down on the bed and watched
in excited anticipation as Tad repeated every step of what I had done.
Slowly, inch by inch, I watched as his beautiful body came into view.
Although, boyishly skinny, his skin was so smooth and unblemished as to
want me explode with want.
As he had done at
the lake, Tad was now standing before me in just those white boxers. But
now, instead of being scared of me, he was waiting for me. Waiting for me
to pull them all the way off of him, as if to tell me that this would be
our tradition, a way of remembering our first union. As I looked up, I
looked into his eyes. Again I became intoxicated with their beauty. Slowly
rising to my feet, our eyes never broke contact. Standing just out of
touching distance, I looked deeply into his eyes. I was falling hopelessly,
madly in love with him and no power on earth was ever going change what we
both felt for each other.
Putting my hands on
the waistband of his shorts, I pulled them forward and down so that I
wouldn't hurt his erection. When they were down as far as my hands could
reach, I let them drop to the floor. With one foot, Tad kicked them away
and put his arms around my waist. We both could hear our rasping breathing
and there now was no turning back as we both pulled each other together. At
that moment heaven and earth could have collided and it would not have
mattered. As we pressed our naked bodies together. As we stood there, our
naked penises pressed together as one, we both reveled in the electric
sexual excitement that we brought each other. Our sweet boyish hardons
rubbed against each other as our hands traced designs in each other's
asses. Finally we looked into each other's eyes and locked our lips and
tongues together for a passion laced kiss that left us panting for more.
All I could hear Tad saying were undecipherable little mewls and squeals,
and passionate "Ohhh's". "Yes, Oh yes, Sammy. I do so need to be near you
like this. Do you know how good you make me feel?" "Ahh, oh yes my little
angel, I do. You feel so good against me, rubbing your penis on mine."
"Sammy, please, take me in your hand and rub me, please." Tad was now
planting little kitten like kisses down and around my neck and licking the
inside of my ear. I could not resist his loving for anything. He turned his
body slightly as my hand reached down to his boyhood. Rubbing the flat of
his chest and the roundness of his belly as I made my way do to his warm
treasure proved to be enough to make Tad squirm like a jumping bean in my
arms. When I reached my target I slowly cupped my hand under his ball sac
and gently took them in my hand, massaging them one by one and
together. Tad's hips were now moving back and forth as his hard little
penis rubbed against my skinny leg. How hot and sweaty it felt, sliding
against me. I thought it might burn a hole in my leg, but then let it burn
me, for I would gladly die this way with my sweetness in my arms. Tad's
hand was not dormant as I massaged him. His hand was matching my move for
move, tenderly, gently massaging my ball sac with his soft hand. The
pleasure was as nothing on this earth could ever match. Our breathing
became almost uncontrollable panting and drooling kisses to each other's
necks, cheeks, noses, ears, and eyelids. I felt as if I'd faint dead away,
very soon, were it not for the need to have my penis rubbed by Tad's sweet
hand. At the same instant, both of us grabbed each others penises, slowly
wrapping our hands around the base and sliding upward to the head, tickling
the head with a thumb or any free fingers and sliding back down to the base
again. At this point we were both squealing love words into each other's
ears as our passions mounted to a fever pitch. "Oh Yes my angel, push it
through my hand. Oh how I love to feel you next to me holding my penis and
rubbing it like that. I could stay here all day and kiss your sweet body."
That made Tad squeal even louder. It's a good thing the cave was soundproof
otherwise the whole world would have heard his shrieking with pleasure. I
could tell Tad was close to shooting his juice, but I wasn't quite ready to
let him yet. There was something I wanted to try first. Something I had
overheard the older boys at school talking about. Slowly, I stopped my
rubbing Tad's ' penis, and after a second he looked up at me in confusion
at why it had stopped. " Oh, Sammy please, please, please, ohhhh, don't,
don't stop. Ohh, I love you sooo much. Please, why have you stopped?" "I
want you to lie down angel, I want to show you something." Tad looked at me
questioningly and did as I had asked, and lay down on his back against the
softness of our bed. As I stood above him he looked so beautiful, lips
parted, eyes half closed and glazed over with desire. So sweet and tender,
and he was all mine. All he did was look at me, stretch his skinny little
arms up and beckon me to come to him.
Slowly, I
eased myself down next to him on my knees. "Tad, I want you to stretch your
arms out to your sides and close your eyes, okay?"
"What do have in that nasty little mind of yours Samuel Hedge?" He
asked. "You'll see" is all I answered. As soon as his eyes were closed, I
gently started massaging his shoulders. As I did this I bent my head down
and started to kiss the right side of his neck with very light butterfly
kisses all the way down to his collar bone, then repeated this on the left
side. Then, I used my tongue to lick across his collarbone from one side to
the other and then back to the middle.
From
this point I started massaging and rubbing the sides of his chest while
kissing and licking my way down. I knew he liked it by the way he was
squirming under me and purring softly. Slowly, I licked my way to the
right, coming to his right nipple, which I then took in my mouth and gently
began to suck on it. Well, when I did this, a switch went on inside of Tad,
and he started writhing around under me. I could feel his chest under my
chin heaving up and down as he fought to catch his breath. His little hands
came to rest on the top of my head, but instead of trying to pull me away,
he started caressing my hair and my neck, urging me to keep up this nipple
licking. "Oh Sam. Ohhh__Ugh..that, that feels sooo uhhh_"
He never did finish
talking, just sweetly moaning, as I went to work tasting the hard little
pinpoint of his other nipple. His sweet boyish skin was so soft on my
tongue, and I tasted a mixture of saltiness and natural sweetness. I was
also quite aroused at the smell of his boy body. Sort of muskiness mixed
with boysweat, which reminded me of the scent I picked up at the lake when
I first removed his shorts and thought I smelled his penis.
Reluctantly, I left his warm nipples to start kissing and licking my
way down the center of his belly, becoming intoxicated by the creamy
softness of his skin against my wet tongue. About half way down, I turned
and lay on my left side with the back of my head to Tad. Continuing my
sweet journey, I came to his navel. Licking my way around it, getting
closer and closer, until finally my tongue dipped deep into his navel. It
was there that I closed my mouth around my tongue, and while wetly licking
it clean, I sucked on this wonderful hole, perhaps to find a liquid love
offering from my lovely angel. What I found was the sweet taste of my
lover.
Tad was going
absolutely berserk beneath me, lifting his hips off the ground begging for
more pleasure. Each time I saw his hips rise and fall, his hard little
penis would bounce around, bobbing up and down like a little pink rubber
hose. "Oh, Sammy, please my love, hold me. Hold me like only you know
how. Rub me, please. Oh I need it so bad. I've got to feel you holding me,
Ohhh____" Knowing what he wanted, I reached out my hand, while I continued
sucking on his navel. Reaching out, I tenderly clasped my fingers around
his hot little penis as it jumped in my hand. As I wrapped my fingers
around it, He automatically started thrusting his hips, back and forth,
forcing his penis through my hand and back.
Keeping my eyes open was very easy, as I
became transfixed at this sight before me. I thought to myself, here I was
lying naked on the floor of my cave with another boy while I was kissing
his belly and playing with his penis. Had anyone told me a month ago that
I'd be doing this, I'd have walloped him good. But now, given who I was
loving and why, it just seemed to me, the most natural thing in the
world. It's as if fate had intended us to be together like this.
Having my head turned to the side gave me the opportunity to study
and examine the warm little toy I had been playing with. It was a beautiful
thing, so delicate and soft. As it throbbed in my hand, each squeeze that
I gave it, each caress, seemed to make its purple engorged head, inflate to
even larger proportions. When it inflated like that, I could actually see
the little pee hole at the top, open and close like some tiny little mouth,
begging to be kissed. Then I studied the hard little shaft, with its warm
pink skin and little blue and red veins. This beautiful shaft led to his
smooth little ball sac. So thin skinned that I could actually see the balls
inside and all their veins. At that moment a thought occurred to me. There
was something I had wanted to try at the lake but I didn't want to scare
Tad until I knew for sure that he trusted me. Tad had settled down a bit
and was quietly enjoying what I was doing, so, I thought, it was time to
move ahead into uncharted waters. I stopped licking his navel and continued
to slowly trace a path with my tongue, downward, over the last remaining
stretches of his cloud soft tummy. Continuing downward ever so slowly,
until I had reached the part of my angel that would, someday soon, sprout
hair, but for now was as smooth and as silky as kitten's fur. As I licked
him like a kitten, I sensed that same heady smell of boyishness. Not a bad
scent at that, and one that made me crave it all the more. By now I had Tad
all fired up again as I continued to explore him with my mouth and tongue.
"Oh
Sam, that's oh so nice. Your driving me crazy, I love it soooo much,
unghhh_.unghhh_.ooooohooo, yessssss, like that." , as I cleaned the inside
of his creamy white thighs between his legs.
By now his hips
were twitching and then I became aware, through my own excited fog, of how
hard my own penis was. I could feel Tad's penis head rubbing against my
cheek. I deliberately took hold of it and rubbed the swollen head across my
chin to my other cheek, then over my eyelids, and down my nose. Once under
my nose, I lingered, inhaling deeply of the love scent, my angel brought to
me. Slowly, oh, so slowly, I brought his penis down and brushed it against
my lips.
Tad moaned with a deep guttural sound from deep within
his soul. "Ohhhh Sam, no, that's not clean. It's so naughty." But I was
past the point of stopping now, so hypnotized had I become with the
thoughts I was thinking. So set on satisfying my primitive urges and sees
what it felt like. Yes ! What it felt like to_, to taste him. Yes, to love
him with my mouth. Oh, my lord, I did so want to take him in my mouth and
make him shoot his warm juice into it.
Slowly, I parted my
lips and stuck out my tongue. With a series of cat like licks I proceeded
to taste Tads penis, licking it clean from the base to just under the
head. Then, using my tongue, slowly licked the top of his penis head,
around and around, until I found the little pee hole at the top and stuck
the tip of my tongue into it.
By now Tad and I
were crazy with lust. Here I was licking his penis and he was going mad
with desire, bucking his hips up and down, squealing and rolling his head
from side to side. I licked the sweet underside of his shaft, all the way
to the bottom then continued to his ball sac. After I gave them a thorough
tongue bath, I slowly and gently sucked one of his little balls into my
mouth and swirled my tongue around it like it was a gumball, a juicy,
sweet, ball of boy candy. Slowly, I was able to stretch my mouth wide
enough to slide his other ball inside my warm, wet mouth. Tad was so
delicious, better then anything I had ever tasted in my life, and I
thought, Lord if I am to die someday, let it be with Tad in my mouth, for I
have truly sampled life's greatest treat in him. After a few minutes, I
eventually had to take a breath and I let Tad's balls slip out of my mouth
with a plop noise. Then in one single move, I licked my lips and brought
his penis to the front of my mouth. Slowly I let his penis slide into my
mouth while I sucked down on it, swirling my tongue around its shaft as I
savored the sweet taste of his penis in my mouth.
My angel was
now going through the roof, screaming unintelligible things, tears
streaming down his face as his head rolled from side to side. His hips were
moving with a force all their own, trying to get as much of himself inside
the warm, sticky, wetness of my mouth as he possibly could. All the while,
I marveled at how delicious it tasted. The warmth, the sweat on the outside
skin around the shaft, coating my tongue, and the feel of it throbbing all
on it's own inside my mouth against my hungry tongue. "Ohooooo Sam, Ohooo,
oooh, oooohoo. So nau_, So nauuuty, So gggoood, OOOhooo." I stopped for a
moment, taking my mouth from around his penis, and said in mock authority,
"So young man. If it's so naughty shall I stop ?"
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my sweetheart, ohooo,
my darling lover. Please don't stop. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE,
PLEASE, PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
So, just to torment him, I slowly placed just the
purple head of his penis in my mouth and started sucking on it hard, as if
trying to suck the boy juice out of him like a soda straw, swirling my
tongue around and around it slowly and plopping it in and out of my hot
mouth. Tad's legs were stretching and his toes were curling, his hips
started to pound up and down on the floor as he tried to get more of his
boyhood into my mouth. "Do you want me to take all of you, Tad?" I
asked. Tad was shrieking back almost half out of his mind with ecstasy,
"Oh, Oh my, Yesss. Pleeeease, Pleeeeease." "Then tell me Tad. ell me to
suck it !" I demanded. "Tell me to suck your penis." "Ohhh...Please Sammy,
Ohh pleease, pleeeease, pleeease, suck it. Suck my penis!" With those
words, Tad's hold on whatever he had left of his consious mind, came to an
end as I quickly sucked the entire length of his penis and his entire ball
sac into my swirling mouth, in one swoop, and coming back up again. Again
and again I slurped down on him, compltely engulfing his enti re sex each
time. Tad was shreiking, and moaning with abandonment, his entire body,
shaking as I tried my best to show my angel how deeply I loved him.
As I became lost in my own joy
and ecstasy, Tad's hands had become busy on their own, for I had become
aware of his hand creeping around my arse cheeks, and I lifted my right leg
bent at the knee and rested my foot on my flat left knee, thus granting my
lover access to my hidden back door treasures. No sooner had I opened the
gates then there was a small loving hand reaching for, and finding my own
ball sac, massaging them with the most lovingly gentle hand in the
world. It was the only hand, aside from my own, that I would allow in this
sacred place. All too soon, Tad's hand had started searching for a new toy,
because there was a finger tracing up and down the crack of my arse.
With my free right
hand, my left being thoroughly occupied with holding Tad's hard, sweet sex,
I reached down and spread my top cheek, thus allowing Tad an unobstructed
view of my bum hole.
It was, to say the
least, the most memorable moment for me then, for my angel, who was now
showing me that my penis wasn't the only place I could receive pleasure, as
his fingers began to trace circles around my virgin bum hole.
Unseen by me, Tad had then wet one
finger with his mouth. Slowly, as so not to hurt me, he positioned the
finger at the entrance to my hot tunnel and began to wiggle his finger
until just the tip was now piercing the gates to heaven. At first it hurt
just a little, because, quite frankly, I was used to pushing things out
there not the other way around. But I knew Tad was being as gentle as he
could. Slowly, I began to relax my muscles and allowed more and more of
his probing finger inside of me, until he rested his palm on my arse,
telling me it was all in. After a moment of allowing me to get used to it
he started wiggling his finger deep inside of my tight little tunnel. Soon,
his finger became lubricated by the greasy insides of my ass tunnel, making
it easier for his finger to start sliding in and out.
I don't know how he knew, how
to do this but Tad really knew what he was doing to me because each itme
his finger went in to the hilt, it touched various places inside that made
my own penis want to explode with joy. The excitement became even greater
when I started pushing my ass back to meet his loving finger, making these
squishing sounds every time he pierced me. I knew that if he kept up his
probing of my asshole, I'd shoot my juice for sure. My head was in a spin
and it was all I could do to keep from wanting to swallow his penis
whole. The only sounds in the room, were my slurping on his penis, our
ecstatic moans, and his finger squishing my asshole. Tad's voice suddenly
broke the haze. "Ahhhh, Samm, please lover, turn arund so I can taste your
penis as well. Why should you have all the fun?" I had to laugh, but I did
as he'd asked. Reluctantly I stopped sucking him and turned myself so that
I was lying on my right side with my feet near his head. Tad lay so that he
was on his right side also, with his feet by my head. Instantly I wrapped
my left arm around his ass and pulled his crotch forward, burying my nose
in his sweet groin, my fingers playing with his as tunnel, and his penis in
my mouth, and resumed where I had left off, hardly skipping a beat. Just as
I started to get hot again, I felt Tad's warm breath on my balls and my
penis. Clouds of rapture such as I'd never known swept over me as I felt
Tad's kitten like tongue lapping and slurping the underside of my penis, as
I had done for him. In the end he proceeded to clean my entire crotch with
his tongue and lips. His kisses to the shaft of my sex were as if a
thousand buttrflies were taking off and landing, as my penis throbbed in
his lips. Oh lord, how I wanted him to swallow me whole. To feel the warm
wetness slithering around my shaft and balls. Tad did prove to be an expert
ball sucker, driving me crazy with his hot mouth. At long last, the time
had come when I felt him engulf the head of my little spear. "Mmmmm,
ahhhh, Sam, you taste so good, I could lick you forever. Promise me you'll
never let anyone but me taste your penis. Do you promise?" "Why?" I
asked. "Samm, I'd just die if you let any one else love you, because I want
to love you forever, your mine, do you here?" With that being said, my
penis disappeared into his lovely mouth and I was his, totally and
fully. Our moans filled the room, and kissing, sucking, licking, and
slurping, consumed our fired up little bodies. Finally, when we were both
drenched with sweat and saliva, Tad could take no more. His desire waved at
a fevered pitch, bucking his hips into my mouth, squeezing the finger tip
that was probing his slimy, tight little ass hole. As I felt his leg mucles
start to tense up, Tad warned me of the impending storm. "Ohh, Ohh,
Yesssss, Oooooo, ahh, Samm, Ohh, I'm...I'mm going to shoot." Tad clamped
his mouth around my shaft and nearly bit it off in a frenzy. The closer he
was, the tighter his sucking on my penis became until, at last his body
went ridged and there was a stifled scream of a hot boy with a penis stuck
in his throat, tongue swirling around it at amazing speed, and then I was
rewarded when my darling angel emptied his body full of boy cream into my
mouth. As his seed squirted in, I did my best to swallow all of his sweet
juice. None the less, some managed to dribble out of my mouth and down my
chin. As the explosion slowed, I rested, still with his hot sticky penis in
my mouth, trying desperately to suck what remaining sweet boy juice there
was, into my mouth.
After a minute, Tad's head began
pumping up and down again, sucking me into the hot vacuum of his wet
mouth. As hot as I was, it wasn't long before I started to lose my grip of
this mortal earth. My body was becoming one with my lovers sucking mouth as
all my energy started to gather for one large multiclimactic explosion, all
centered through my penis.
All at once my body went ridged, unable to control itself any longer.
"Arghhh, Ohhhh. OooooooHo, Tad, Tad, Tad, Tad, Oooohoo, Yesss, Yessss,
Ye..., Ye...Oh love, I'm going to shooot......NOW!!!!! My penis pulsed a
million times a second as I blasted my hot boy juice into Tads sucking
mouth, bucking my hips to stay locked in his lip embrace, asTad's head
bounced up and down like a jackammer on my stiff shaft. I did see that Tad
did far better than I did, swallowing my juice. He swallowed like mad and
not one drop escped he confines of his sweet mouth. Tad stayed there,
sucking me until my penis was soft again, refusing to reliquish his prize.
Finally, Tad looked up at me
with those butter melting eyes and slowly turned around and crept up my
body until we were lying face to face, body to body, mingling our wet
groins together. We put our arms around each other, but didn't say a word.
We didn't have to. At the same time we slowly kissed each other, tasting
each others boy juices as our tongues playfully probed. There we lay, naked
with arms wrapped around each other until we both fell asleep in each
others arms.
After a short while my eyes
opened and as I gradually awoke, I couldn't help but notice the way the oil
lamp played shadows on the walls and cieling of the cave room. Lying there,
on the cave floor, I wished that I'd never have to move again, so peacful
was the scene. The warm glow of the lamp on the walls of our secluded
hideaway, Tad's little blond head resting on my shoulder, body wrapped
around mine, as I listened to the slow, deep, rythmic breathing of his
sleep. Gently, so as not to wake him yet, I brushed his blond locks away
from his face. Such angelic beauty, so at peace was my angel as he slept
apon me. I started to wonder though, what terrible things lay unsolved in
his mind. How much of a troubled soul did he keep hidden underneath this
angelic front.
I did resolve that, if I truly
loved him, not only as a lover, but as my dearest friend, I would try to
help him cope in any way that I could. But I had to be careful not to push
too hard. Perhaps he won't be ready to let me help him or didn't want my
help at all. I just couldn't risk losing Tad entirly. I would have to play
it slowly and gain as much trust as I can. Above all else, just try to be a
good fiend to this boy. Funny though, how all this time in the same school
and we hadn't found each other until now. Never the less, now that I had
him, I would do anything to keep him. Even as just a friend.
Just then I realized that the candles were growing short. That
told me that time was getting late. Gads, but I was hungry also. I decided
to wake Tad and share the lunch I had brought, with him before we start
back for home. Surely the rain had let up by now also and would allow us a
reletivly dry trip back to the village. Gently, I kissed the top of his
head. Lord, I didn't want to wake him. I would better prefer that Tad
remain right where he is, with his soft sweet body wrapped around mine, but
there would surely be other times. "Tad....", I whispered. "Tad, wake up
sleepy head.", I said again, a little louder this time. Slowly, Tad's eyes
began to flutter and then open. "Unnggh, I don't want to wake up, Sam. I
don't want to let go of you yet". Tad's eyes were fully open now and he
was lokking at me and giving me the most devilish of grins, as he giggled
and started nuzzleing my chest. "Tad, you know we must get ready to leave
because it will soon be dark and we'll never find our way out of the
woods." "So ???, So what's so wrong with that ? We can stay here !"
"Because you rascal, our parents would get worried and then send the
sherriff out to find us. Now, do you want them to find us, here, in our
secret place that won't be a secret anymore ?" "Guess not." Said Tad,
pouting at me. Actually, looking at Tad sitting there all naked, was giving
me another hardon. "I know what your thinking about, naughty boy." Said Tad
giggling at me. Somehow, I had to change the subject or we'd never leave
that cave. "Hey Tad, are you hungry ?" I asked him, remembering the lunch I
had brought. "You know, I am at that. As we started gathering our clothes
that were strewn about the room, I noticed a far away look of sadness again
cross my angels face. "Tad, what's the sad look about?" Coming back to
reality he looked at me, the sadness still visable in those sweet
eyes. "It's nothing Sam. Nothing, really." Tad looked me right in the eyes
and just knew that I wasn't going to be satisfied with the answer he had
just given me. What do want to know, Sam ? I shouldn't have said anything
at all. After all, it's my problem, not your's". "In the first place,
Tad, In the short time we've known one another I think we've gotten to be a
little more than just good friends". I could feel myself getting angry as I
spoke. How dare he put me off. After all we've been sharing together, how
could he not realize my feelings for him ? So be it , I thought. I'll just
have to out and be blunt. "Whether you know it or not, Thomas Winslow, I
love you. Yes I do, I love you. And what hurts you, hurts me too. Tad I
can't help it, but I won't stand by and watch you suffer and not know what
it is."
At that point the words caught in my throat,
so upset had I become that for the first time in quite a while, I started
to cry myself. Quickly, I turned away from Tad, ashamed for what I was
doing. For the longest time, I heard nothing, then silently felt a small
pair of arms around my waist, as Tad's body hugged me close from behind. As
he kissed my cheeck, I could feel tears on his face mingling with thew
tears on my face. We must have been a sight. In my ear I heard the
whispered words. "I'm glad, so glad that you love me Sam, because I love
you as much. It's not really that I don't want to tell you, It's...,It's, I
guess, uhh....,I guess I just don't know how." I turned in his arms and
faced him. As I looked into his red, tear stained eyes, I knew that somehow
I would find out what it was, but for now I guess that maybe I was starting
to push too hard. So as we looked at one another, I picked up his chin with
my right hand and my left, around his waist. As I lifted his chin, he
closed his eyes and I leaned in and licked his lips. With his wet lips
parted, I gently kissed him, my heart melting away from the taste of his
mouth on mine.
After we had
finished dressing, I went to my sack and pulled out the lunch that I had
brought. "What have you got to eat Sam?" asked Tad. "Alright lad, we have
two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, two apples with out worms, and a
deer skin of ice cold well water." We both sat down and before you know it,
had giggled our way through the entire feast. "That was grand Sam. You make
great sandwiches." "Well thankyou dear boy." I said in mock pomposity. "But
I do think we ought to be going now, the candles are just about out."
Blowing out the candles and handing the lamp to Tad, I stepped on a large
rock near our entrance hole and shimmied my up and out. Tad handed up the
rest of our gear, with the lamp coming up last.
"Okay Lad, gimmie your hand." I said to Tad. And as he
stretched his hand up to me, I helped him up and out of the hole. I placed
the boulder back over the entrance to our getaway and led Tad back out of
the cave. As we stood in the entrance way and looked out to the dusk sky,
we both had the same thing on our minds. We looked at each other and I said
" I'll Race you." With that we both unbuttoned our fly's, pulled out our
little penises and urinated out the cave door to the river below.
After relieving ourselves we headed back up the vine wall to the main part
of the great woods, leaving behind our getaway love nest. After arriving at
the top of the cliff, we just stood there for a second or two admiring the
view. The sun was just starting to set over the port below us in the
distance and casting a reddish orange hue over the surrounding
landscape. We could see the fishing boats on there way back to port for the
night with their days catch, followed by roving clouds of seagulls, hoping
for the least little morsel to be cast overboard. The air was slightly
cooler and sweet smelling, thanks to the earlier rain. Out of the corner
of my eye I could see that Tad was now looking at me instead of the sunset,
but I pretended not to notice as he looked like he was thinking about
something. "Sam ?". I just turned to look at him. He was starting to say
something and what ever it was, was going to come out rather
painfully. "Sam, do you love your father ?" For the longest second I just
looked at him. What kind of question was that ? I thought it might have
something to do with his father being gone and such, but I didn't want to
let on that I knew, not just yet. "Of course I do, why?", I answered.
"Well ........, it's just that, I don't ....,don't ...., don't have one.",
Oh my ! I thought . He was finally going to talk to me. Instead of
answering, I just looked puzzled as he continued and started walking
away. When he was ten feet away he stopped and stared at me . "So,
slowpoke, are we going , or are we going to spend the night in the woods
?", he said, rather testily. I had the impression that what ever he was to
say was putting him in a bad mood and wasn't directed at me
personally. Besides, I've heard mother say that when you love someone,
you've got to make allowances for the good and the bad times. I just
started walking and Tad waited for me to catch up before continuing. "Sam,
the man that lives with us is married to my mother, but he's not my
father. His name is Witherspoon , Jiles Witherspoon. I suppose you might
say that he's my stepfather, but that's not what I say." "Well what do you
say, Tad ?" "I say he's the bloody creep that's married to my mother,
and...., and...." Tad stopped in mid sentence and looked like he were about
to explode. I had never seen him so angry. " And what Tad?" "And I hate
him !!!" He shouted, and then started crying. I watched as Tad grew even
angrier, crying out over and over again how he hated the man, striking out
and kicking trees leaves and even punching the air around him. Finally
when I could get close enough to him without getting smacked, I put my hand
on his shoulder. Tad then came flying into my arms, weeping like a baby. I
just held him close to me until he started to calm down. When he was calm
enough to speak again, he continued. " I remember my father, even though I
was about six at the time he disappeared." By then we'd started walking
again, and the words seemed to flowing out of him like a long pent up
dam. "I remember all the good times when father used to carry me on his
shoulders and run around the yard with me. I thought I was a knight on this
giant hoarse. We used to take walks through these woods, father and I, and
we'd sing songs and laugh. Sometimes mother would join us. Oh my mother
had such an infectious laugh, loud and booming. father and I used to call
her the fog horn, then she'd chase us through the woods until we'd all fall
in heap. Then, one day father had to leave on business. Now that wasn't
unusual as father did that alot and he always brought mother and I,
presents. On this particular trip though, I had this bad feeling , right
down in the bottom of my tummy. Somehow, I was afraid for him and asked him
not to go. But he insisted that it was, after all, business and that he had
to go. As I watched him drive off in the carriage that picked him up, he
turned, stood up in the carriage and saluted me. I of course smiled and
saluted back. That's the last I ever saw of him again. As time went by,
mother looked and looked for him by using private detectives and the
police. All we ever found out was, that the boat he went on left here but
never was seen anywhere else. It's like the entire boat and crew
disappeared, along with my father. Mother began to get sadder and sadder
with every passing week. She never wanted to play in the woods with me
because it reminded her of father and our good times together. She also
never laughed again n. I don't remember what her smile looked like, I
haven't seen it in so long." "But why then do you hate Mr. Witherspoon ?"
I asked. "Well when mother met him he was nice to her, but he wasn't to
keen on me. I don't think he likes kids or maybe me. Anyway, he only
orders me about and otherwise, won't give the right time of day. Mother is
nice to me and they take care of my needs, but that's about it. Mother has
changed. It's like she's become this whole different person. In the
begining when they first met, he tried to stop her from carrying out new
ideas of trying to locate father, saying they were a waste of time. After a
while she did stop and started listening to him. Why ? Why did she listen
to HIM??? The worst part was when he talked her into having father
declared legally dead. I got into an awful row with him on that one. But
why should he listen to a child, that's what he said to me. Because it was
my father he was talking about. When he tried to adopt me I fixed him. I
was all nice to him and all, until we went up in front of the judge to make
it legal. When the judge asked me if I would accept Mr. Witherspoon as my
legal father, I told him, not even if I were to die one hundred deaths and
go straight to hell each time, would I ever consider such a thing. I asked
the judge if I could legally keep my fathers name and I guess the judge
liked me or something because he smiled and winked at me and declared that
I was to keep my fathers name. He also told Witherspoon that he'd be
watching, and if any harm or abuse were to befall me he would hold him
personally resposible. No he doesn't touch me or hurt me, if that's what
you're thinking, but he won't have anything to do with me. I really don't
care about that part but I do care that it has deprived me of mother
because she is so confused."
We had been walking all this time and hadn't noticed that we were now
at the end of the woods near the village. Before we came out of the
woods. Tad continued. "Sam, as sure as I'm standing here now, someday I'll
find my father. I don't believe for a moment that he's dead. Something
happened and I don't know what, but I will find out I assure you." I was
dumbfounded. Tad had opened up to me and there was nothing I could do to
make it better except listen. "Sam, promise me you won't tell the other
kids about what I've told you. You're the only one in the world that knows
how I truly feel and the real me. Promise me."
I looked at him for aa second, those beautiful eyes begging my
loyalty. He needn't have asked me. I'd have taken his worst secrets to
the grave if I had to. "Tad, as long as I'm alive, you can be assured that
I will keep anything you ask of me. If it's my promise you want, yes, I
promise you. With all my heart, soul, and spirit, I love you. And I would
die first rather than hurt my dearest Tad." We stood there and hugged each
other in a lifelong bond forged of love and loyalty, never to be broken
until at our deaths do we part.