Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 09:50:32 -0800
From: Deja User <absolam@my-deja.com>
Subject: The Tale of Talaver X  Part 1 Chapter 1

Disclaimer -- This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real
persons or events, however coyly or sardonically similar is purely
incidental; furthermore, this story depicts in exquisite detail acts
of youthful male to male eros.  If such pleases, read on, otherwise,
depart.

The author has used a simple typographic convention to squeeze a little
more nuance from plain ASCII: ALL CAPS for bold faced and _underlined_ for
italics.  Hopefuly thus the inflections of the spoken word carry forward a
bit better in print.

This story was originally scheduled to begin when our young hero arrives
soaked, frozen, and sorely abused at his uncle's house in Colorado, but the
depth and breadth of their relationship needed more development for that to
make sense, so instead, the story begins a couple years earlier than that,
at the beginning.

As perhaps it should.

The Tale of Talaver X

Part 1

Chapter 1

It wasn't exactly true that Talaver had sex with another boy for the
first time when he was thirteen, for he had done quite a bit of
fooling around before that. It was more precisely true that Tal had
full on, hard core, all the way hot, completely free and wild,
eminently satisfactory, mutually enjoyable, and entirely guilt free
sex with with another boy for the first time when he was thirteen.

It happened like this.

After his parents had died in that terrible accident when he was
twelve, Tal had moved to his Grandparent's place in upstate New York.
A mansion really, though his grandparents insisted on calling it a
`cottage'.  The `Larkin Place' everyone called it, famous in the area,
and still a working ranch, though these his grandparents hired out the
land ather than raise race horses as they had in earlier times.  It
was a grand place to be a kid, rolling, verdant hills, rich with great
hardwoods and rivers, and vibrant with wildlife.  Best of all there
was his uncle Collin, still only freshly seventeen himself.  Talaver had
developed quite a crush on Collin.  He was so strong and handsome.  He
was so kind and helpful to Talaver.

When he had first been driven up there, Collin had just come riding in
from somewhere, and there he was with the light behind his golden hair
all tall and fine astride his horse.  He had charged up the gravel
drive to greet the old Bentley, and as Tal rolled down the window, he
reached down from his horse to shake Talaver's hand, and then,
sweetly, give him an affectionate nudge on the cheek, smiling his
welcome.

Talaver had been so dissapointed that Collin had not come to the
airport to greet him when his plane from Los Angeles arrived, but all
his disappointment vanished with that touch.  It was going to be fine.
Fine.

After the death of his parents, Tal had become quiet and withdrawn,
sullen even, given to fits of rage and tears.  He missed them so.
Truthfully, he grieved for his mother, Collin's far older sister, and
he raged at his father, whose stupid know best had sent their Cessna
hurtling straight into the ground in a fog.  And that from an airline
pilot no less!  For months he would lay in his bed at night and cry
himself to sleep.

It was Collin who brought him out of his shell.  Collin with his
gentle, quiet voice, his supreme patience, and the obvious affection
he had for Tal.  He taught him to ride a horse; he got him to work
around the place; he helped Tal build a great tree house, he taught
him to drive first a tractor, and then a car, but especially he taught
Tal how to build things, make things, in Collin's amazing workshop.
Collin was an extraordinary young man, a genius they all said, and
though so young, had already several patents to his name.  Talaver
adored him, and Collin obviously adored Talaver.  But to Tal's way of
thinking, the love that Collin gave him was not the same kind of love
that Tal felt for Collin.

When Collin hugged him, it was always in a brotherly way.  Tal wanted
to run his hands through Collin's rich head of darkening blonde hair,
or place his hands on Collin's hard chest, or better yet, grip
Collin's high, firm ass and press his pelvis into Collin's noticeably
great bulge.  He wanted to kiss Collin's lips, but Collin would only
give Tal a gentle, chaste kiss on the top of Tal's forehead rather
than give him the wet, passionate tongue dance that Tal desired.

Talaver had taken to showing up at Collin's room at night in his
pajamas, slippers and robe.  He loved to snuggle up to Collin,
sleeping with him in the same bed, and if collin didn't have a girl
over, he would let this happen, but it was all very chaste.  Collin
didn't undress in front of him; he would instead change in his
bathroom.  The best Talaver could get was a view of Collin in his
jockey shorts, and Collin would always sleep with his back to him.
Many times Talaver so wanted to scoot up next to him as he lay there
like that, and let Collin feel his hard on, but he was too afraid that
Collin would reject him, so he wouldn't do that, as hard as it was to
restrain himself.

It never occurred Tal to question his desire for Collin.  Though the
period after the his dad's plane crashed was one in which he became
quiet, Tal was not by nature introspective.  He cared not at all what
other people thought about proper sexuality.  He didn't think of
himself as gay.  He didn't think of himself as anything.  He just knew
that Collin excited him sexually, and it wasn't that girls didn't
excite him too, but Collin was so great.  He was the best friend Tal
had ever had, and to Talaver's eyes, he was so beautiful, all tall and
proud, broad shouldered, slender waisted, and powerfully muscular in
lean, youthful way.  When Tal looked at pictures of great Greek
sculptures, he often thought that the sculptors must have found boys
like Collin to pose.

But Collin had never given Tal any inkling of a mutual desire for him.
Sure he touched him.  But Talaver never saw him get a hard around him,
like he would get around Collin, yet Collin _was_ physically
affectionate, but that was a characteristic of the whole family;
furthermore, it was obvious that Collin enjoyed women.  Many times
he's see girls over at Collin's place, the old butler's quarters, come
and go at odd hours, and Collin often made trips into town with them,
went out on dates all the time, and to all appearances appeared to Tal
to be a vitally heterosexual young man, but Tal couldn't help himself.

His desire virtually exploded in him one even when he had climbed a
tree several hundred yards from Collin's room to take pictures of the
baby Robins with the new, very expensive camera and magnificent 300
millimeter lens that Collin had given him after observing Talaver's
predilection for bird watching and photography.  Collin had explained
to him that this kind of camera, a rangefinder, was perfect for
wildlife photography, for lacking a reflex lens and the mirror made
necessary by such a design, it was utterly quit.  Collin showed him
how the mirror in other cameras made a clacking sound, and animals
were invariably startled by metalic, mechanical noises.  As Talaver
was to discover, this design made also the perfect spy camera.

While he hadn't planned to snoop, when he saw Collin's Jag come up the
drive, he followed it with the camera, and when the light came on in
Collin's room, he trained the lens on on the window.  The curtains
were open, and there was Collin undressing!

Talaver got an immediate erection.  This didn't surprise him, for he'd
been fantasizing about having sex with Collin for months, but the
speed with which his cock jumped up proudly was astonishing.  He
quickly unzipped the fly of his shorts and brought them, and his
undershorts down out so he could lovingly stroke the slender length of
his rather long prick while watching Collin with one eye framing his
shots with the camera and the other eye open, just like the pros, as
Collin had said.  Collin never even looked out the window.  Always the
elegant dresser when out on a date, as Talaver surmised he must have
been, Collin doffed his jacket and tie, tossed them both onto the back
of the chair by the window while kicking off his shoes.  He quickly
unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and thrilled Tal with sight of his
nipples as he tossed the shirt too on the chair.  He seemed to be in a
tremendous rush. Tal knew that normally Collin was careful with his
clothes.  When Collin undid the belt of his slacks and quickly stepped
out of them, Tal almost fell from the tree.  For one thing, Collin was
wearing the sexiest pale blue underwear, the kind that go up the butt
in the back, but for another, Collin had a raging hard on!

It _was_ a big one too.  Tal could clearly see it sticking up out of
Collin's underwear.  God _damn_ if it wasn't nine inches long!  Tal
looked more closely and concluded, no, that was an exaggeration; it
was more like eight, but the way it was sticking up gave the
appearance of that length to where the shaft met the big lump of
Collin's balls.  As excited as he was by that big cock, he was glad to
not be so out-manned. Like Tal's cock, it was cut, and on the slender
side rather than really thick, but it was a beauty all right.  A big,
man sized cock, and Tal wanted that cock in his hands, and he wanted
that cock in his mouth, and he wanted that cock in his ass, and the
sight of it as Collin sat down on the bed facing him to whip off his
socks, drove him so completely over the edge of desire that he shot a
wad of his come a good twelve feet out before it splattered down
throughout the leafs of the tree, and when Collin stood up again to
take off his underwear, Talaver yet still had the presence of mind to
begin taking pictures though his cock still throbbed and his desire
nowhere near satisfied.

Collin disappeared from view briefly, then reappeared on his bed, and
facing what Talaver knew to be a mirror above his dresser, proceeded
to jack off!  Talaver was in heaven.  It was a gift from the gods to
see this.  Collin had his legs spread, and with one hand he played
with his balls, big man sized balls, pulling them down to tighten the
skin of his shaft while with the other he slowly stroked the long
length of his divine dick.

Talaver figured out that he was watching himself in the mirror!
Collin turned himself on!  And seeing that turned Talaver on so much
that he thought for a moment of shooting another load, but he wanted
pictures of THIS!

Collin must have been really hot because he sure didn't last long.  It
seemed only a minute or two before Collin's big cock squirted huge
gobs of come up into the air and all over his belly and chest, but the
_piece de resistance_ in Talaver's mind was when Collin then wiped the
come up with his fingers, then licked them off!

"Oh my God," Tal whispered. "Oh my God. I think I'm gonna faint."

Talaver had been tasting his own come ever since his old friend Stevie
had taught him how to jack off when he was nine, but he had never
heard of anyone else doing that.  When he'd told Stevie about it
Stevie said, "That's fucking gross!"  So Tal just stopped talking
about to anyone, though Stevie didn't evidently have any objection to
jacking Tal off or receiving such attention from Tal.  But Tal then
never offered to suck Stevie's dick, which he'd been thinking of
doing.

Collin, evidently satisfied with his evening's play, then
hopped up and disappeared from view, presumably to take a shower.

Seeing Collin eat his own come was the first insight that Tal hat that
maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with Collin, and when he thought of
the pictures he'd just taken, he thought that maybe he might have a
little MORE than a chance, and with that thought he had a great twinge
of guilt.  First, he hadn't meant to violate Collin's privacy even
though that WAS an accident; second, the evil little thought on the
tail of that, a thought Tal quickly thrust from his mind as too
wicked, but a thought to the effect that he could USE those pictures
to MAKE Collin... what?

"No," thought Talaver.  "Not that way."  He loved Collin.  He wanted
Collin to love him back.

But he wanted sex with Collin too, and one way or another he was going
to have sex with him.