Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2009 11:33:50 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: TEDDY: SOMETIMES IT TAKES A TRAGEDY (Part 1 of 2)

Disclaimer:

The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story
involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen sexual
situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area
prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere
else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story.

This is the next in the series of "Teddy" stories and the first 2-part
story. Thanks so much to the many of you who have written me telling me you
enjoy them. There are many others to come -- as long as my imagination and
my memory last.

If you enjoy Teddy's stories, I would love to hear from you at
orallite@inbox.com.


TEDDY: SOMETIMES IT TAKES A TRAGEDY (Part 1 of 2)

11 y/o Boyd Clark counted his steps and felt for landmarks along the way as
he traveled between his back door and the back door of his neighbor, friend
and, for the past two weeks, his sex partner, Teddy Livingston. He had
traveled this path many times now, in the two weeks he had lived in the
house next to Teddy's and had traveled it at all different times of the day
and night -- but day and night were the same to a blind boy so Boyd was
very careful until he felt his foot hit the bottom stair that would lead
him to the boy he was falling in love with.

Teddy's mom answered his knock at the door. "Well good morning Boyd," she
greeted him then gave him a tight one armed hug. "You're certainly up
early!"

"Am I?" Boyd asked innocently, "Doesn't everyone get up at 5:30 on a
Saturday morning?" He asked with his cheeky grin that Mrs. Livingston had
learned to love.

She laughed. "I know I do," she said, "but your little buddy is still
sleeping his morning away -- maybe you need to correct that situation --
but first, how about some orange juice and perhaps some toast?"

"Sounds great to me Mrs. L," Boyd said as he found the table and an empty
chair.

As "Mrs. L" was getting the juice out and throwing two slices of wheat
bread in the toaster she looked at her breakfast guest and, as she did
almost every day, shook her head, smiled and thanked God that he had
allowed Boyd to be such a happy kid and adjust so well to his handicap.

As she brought the juice and toast over to the table she said, "And my
don't you look handsome this morning."

"What?" he said seriously, "Did I forget to put my pants on again?"

Once again he did it to her, his self-effacing sense of humor gave her a
case of the giggles that made her feel 20 years younger.

Boyd smiled when he heard her start giggling -- he wasn't really as
self-confident as he always tried to make himself appear and he felt good
when he had an audible indication that a joke 'worked.'

After finishing his toast and juice Boyd said, "thanks so much for
breakfast. I guess I'll go and wake up 'your baby' now," he joked because
that was how Mrs. L referred to her only son -- at least when he wasn't
around to hear it.

"Yes go ahead," she responded, "and, by the way, be careful where you put
your hands," she said with a chuckle, "there are two boys in the bed and
they're both naked."

"Wow!" Boyd said with a smile, "maybe I'll try running to Teddy's room
instead of walking." As he left the kitchen he was moving faster than usual
but he didn't dare break into a run.

After these two weeks in this neighborhood and living next to Teddy he was
still amazed that Teddy's mother knew, and didn't seem to mind, that when
he slept over there was much more than sleep going on. He wondered who this
other boy was who was sleeping with Teddy. He hoped it was someone who
wouldn't be jealous if he and Teddy shared a nice long kiss and felt each
other up.

Boyd walked into the bedroom unannounced, knowing that Teddy would feel
insulted if he felt that he had to announce himself. "Hi Teddy, I'm here!"
he said as he locked the door behind him.

Boyd waited for a response and when none came he approached the bed. He
reached down, expecting to find a sheet covering two bodies but all he felt
was very soft skin -- it was a leg. He traced the leg up, over a hip, past
a little tummy bulge (his first clue that this wasn't Teddy but his guest),
up an arm, over a shoulder, onto a neck and finally to a face. The face
spoke and it had a slight Spanish accent.

"That was a nice way to wake up," the face said, "getting felt up by a
stranger."

Boyd smiled at the humor in the voice. "I've only started to feel you up,"
he said, "may I finish?"

The boy turned on his back and the side of the face Boyd was touching was
replaced by a nice set of lips. Boyd started gently exploring the face to
"see" what this boy looked like when the face spoke again: "You must be
Boyd, the boy from next door."

"Yes," Boyd answered just above a whisper, "and you must be Santos the
great healer."

Santos giggled, realizing that Teddy must have told Boyd about the time he
got mugged and was nursed back to health by Santos, his father and his
mother (read: Teddy's Tender Loving Care" here at Nifty.)

"Yes that's me," he giggled again, "the great healer". My God Boyd," Santos
said then, "you've got great hands, they'd feel so good if you moved them
down a bit."

"I've got a good tongue too," Boyd rejoined, "let me show you." And he did.

Boyd started with a kiss, a deep kiss that had Santos' tongue rushing to
keep up with his. Boyd moved on, too soon for Santos' taste but he soon had
no reason to complain. Boyd found Santos' left nipple and worked it into
it's excited, standing up asking for more state in no time. Boyd then
attacked the right nipple with the same ferocity and gained the same
result. Actually, Boyd felt about nipples like Teddy did about toes -- they
excited him far past the point of an erection. After a few more minutes of
sucking on the right nipple he asked: Santos, do you mind if I get out of
my clothes? I want to feel you against my skin.

"Do I mind? Of course I'd mind!" he said seriously, causing Boyd to move
away. "I'd much rather take your clothes off myself!" he said with a giggle
-- causing Boyd to relax and smile back.

Santos sat up in the bed and yanked Boyd's T-shirt off -- taking a few
moments to run his hands over Boyd's well developed chest. The pants had a
button and zipper that were easily taken care of and when Boyd stood up
next to the bed the cargo shorts fell to the floor revealing a beautiful
erection just about as long as Teddy's.

Santos had to chuckle when he saw that, like Teddy had been doing for the
past two weeks, Boyd had been going commando (no underwear); up until
recently, he had no idea that anyone ever went without underwear.

Boyd heard the chuckle and said, just a little indignantly, "what's so
funny? Did it fall off since the last time I jerked it?"

That got Santos laughing harder and, as a result, Boyd was getting
embarrassed.

Santos noticed the color starting to rise on Boyd's face, ears and chest
all at once, and he jumped out of the bed and pulled Boyd to him in a full
body embrace."No you loco," he said in an apologetic voice, "I'm not
laughing about your delicious looking cock, I was laughing because, ever
since you moved in next door, Teddy has been going without underwear and
then when I saw that you didn't have any underwear either I laughed because
. . . well just because I suddenly realized why Teddy started going what he
calls commando."

By this time, with this boy holding him tight, with Santos' fully extended
cock pressing against his balls and with Santos' beautifully formed butt in
his hands, Boyd had forgotten all about being embarrassed.

Just then a door opened behind Boyd and he figured that Mrs. L had just
gotten a great view of his butt when he heard a voice, not Mrs. L's but
Teddy's, say: "I see you two have met . . . and then some."

"Oh Teddy," Santos practically squealed, "I'm so sorry, this isn't what it
looks like. We were just talking and . . ." Santos stopped, realizing how
ridiculous he must sound.

Teddy laughed. "Santos my little love, I'm not upset just because you and
Boyd look like you're super glued together at the front. I think its
beautiful."

"You do?" Santos asked with wonder in his voice. Then he looked at Boyd's
face which had a great big grin and realized that he was the only one
embarrassed about the situation.

Boyd was very perceptive and, at this stage of their friendship, Boyd knew
Teddy almost as well as Teddy knew Teddy. He knows that to Teddy, sex is
lust and he doesn't confuse it with obligation or true love. Teddy, he
knew, fell in lust a hundred times a day, every time he saw a beautiful boy
walking down the street or at the mall.

"Where were you Teddy, when I got here?" Boyd asked.

"I was in the bathroom taking a shower!" Teddy replied.  As he started
answering that question Boyd starting approaching him, using his voice as a
beacon. "Are you wearing a towel?" Boyd asked with a big grin.

"You'll figure that out for yourself in about two steps." Teddy answeed.

The answer was no -- so Boyd was able to take a handful of the meat he
loved when he finally stood toe-to-toe with Teddy without bothering to rip
off his towel. This cock was the same cock (the first one ever) that he had
felt slowly inserted into his ass two weeks ago -- slowly and lovingly,
giving him the best climax of his life.

After a long and delightful hug, Teddy excused himself to finish up in the
bathroom. He actually had nothing to finish up but he wanted to give Boyd
and Santos a chance to continue what they had started before he interrupted
them -- in truth, he also wanted to watch as the two naked boys adjourned
to the bed, each with a hard and a need, to have some serious sex.

After just a few minutes Teddy quietly reentered the room and saw Boyd
laying between Santos' legs licking Santos's overexcited cock much like he
would a popcicle.

Between grunts, groans and moans he heard Santos begging: "Boyd suck it now
-- please now!"

Boyd happily complied with that request but only after taking some sadistic
pleasure in hearing Santos have to ask one more time.

Teddy was smiling and playing with his own 'magic wand' -- he was so
engrossed in the beautiful sight, watching his two best buddies enjoying
each other in their own special way he didn't hear the doorknob rattle. The
smile on his face and the tranquility of the moment quickly dissolved
however when his bedroom door splintered and finally shattered, falling to
the floor and leaving a tall dark haired, muscular man standing where the
door once was.

The man looked around the room, focused on the two boys on the bed and then
yelled, "What the fuck is this you little pervert." He then took three
paces toward the bed, wrapped his left arm around Boyd's neck and began
beating him with his large hairy right fist.

Teddy, still standing near the bathroom door, was frozen in place by the
shock of what was happening so suddenly in his own room and scared to death
by the brutality this man was displaying; then he heard his mother, either
in the living room or kitchen, screaming: "Yes! Please Hurry!"; her voice
broke his trance and got him moving.

Turning toward his closet he knew what would be there, it was always there:
his aluminum baseball bat. The bat wasn't kept there as a handy weapon, it
was there just because that's where it wound up after the last time he used
it, over a year ago.

In two steps Teddy had the bat in his hands and in four more steps he stood
over the man, waiting for the man's head to present itself as a target. He
didn't have to wait long before he took that big swing and then he heard
the bat crack into the bone of the man's skull.

The man, at first did not react and Teddy wondered for that split second if
he had somehow missed but then the man toppled forward.

Teddy thought to himself, 'I just killed somebody . . . but its OK, he was
trying to kill Boyd . . . BOYD!' The man was laying on top of Boyd and Boyd
was not moving.

Teddy grabbed the large man's shoulder to attempt to pull him off Boyd --
off the bed altogether and onto the floor but he couldn't move the man by
himself. He looked up and then he saw that, at some point in time, Santos
had gotten himself into the corner on the far side of the bed. He was
crying and whimpering.

"Mom!" Teddy yelled, "I need help." When he said that he heard the
telephone clatter to the floor in the livingroom and in spare seconds his
mom was rushing into the room.

"Mom, help me!" He managed to say in a choked up voice and through his
tears while he was still tugging, in vein, on the large man's
shoulder. Then the whole story spilled out of him: "I have to get this guy
off Boyd, Boyd's not moving. He was punching Boyd and I hit him with my bat
and Boyd's not moving -- I think he's hurt bad but I CAN'T SEE HIM!"

Mrs. L, keeping her wits about her, understood that Teddy was traumatized
from the violence so she spoke quickly but softly -- keeping him involved
in the process. "Teddy, I'm going to pull on one shoulder and you pull on
the other, between us we'll be able to move him. Pull as hard as you can
honey, then we'll just let him fall to the floor. Ready?" There was no
response from Teddy except for a gasp as he tried to get his breathing
under control. "GO!" she yelled.

It worked and in less than a minute the man was slumped on the floor, at
the side of the bed.

"Oh God mamma, look at Boyd." Teddy yelled

Mrs. L did look and saw what Teddy was seeing, Boyd had blood coming from
his nose, which looked crooked on his face, his lips were split and
bleeding in at least two places and there was bruising all over his chest
and even . . . and before she could accept what she was seeing she had to
look away . . . Boyd's penis was swollen and turning blue and black. 'What
was this monster doing to Boyd' she asked herself 'and why -- in the name
of God WHY!'

Sirens were coming down the street! Trying to keep the fear, revulsion and
panic out of her voice she said "Teddy, Santos quick, get your clothes on,
the police and hopefully an ambulance are here."

The boys grabbed clothes and ran into the bathroom. Practically the moment
the bathroom door closed the room began swarming with police and paramedics
as well as several others without uniforms. Eventually, one of those
without a uniform put a hand on her shoulder and asked: "You're
Mrs. Livingston?"

Mrs. L turned to look at the man, noticing the rumpled suit and the bulge
under his suit coat. "Yes detective," she replied.

"Is this your son?" he asked, pointing to the battered, naked boy lying on
the bed being attended to by Paramedics.

"No!" she replied, glancing at the bathroom door where Teddy and Santos
were standing, still shirtless and shoeless but at least they had their
pants on. "That's my son over there," she said gesturing toward the two
boys, "the taller one. The boy on the bed lives next door. I don't know who
that is," she said, gesturing toward the attacker who was being taken out
of the room on a stretcher. He came to the door this morning, forced his
way past me, broke the door to get into this room and then started beating
Boyd."

"Boyd? That's your neighbor boy's name?"

"Yes," Mrs L. answered, "Boyd Clark."

"Do you mind if I ask why he's naked?" The detective asked.

Mrs. L wasn't sure how to answer that question because the tone, as well as
detective's face, had accusations all over them. Finally she simply said,
loud enough so that Teddy and Santos could hear her, "Detective, these
three boys are like brothers -- they often trade clothes and when they're
having a sleep over they sometimes don't bother with pajamas. They were in
their own room with the door closed and locked when that monster broke in
-- just look at that door -- He's the one . . . " she said gesturing toward
the bedroom door where the unknown man had been, moments before wheeled
out, "He's the one you should be concerned about -- not about the personal
habits of the two boys he terrorized and the one he almost killed."

"Well mam," the detective said defensively, "my job is to ask questions
while looking for motives. I didn't mean to imply that the boys were doing
anything wrong. Hey! I was a boy myself -- and not a very modest one
either!" he added with a grin.

"Of course you're right detective and I didn't mean to give you a hard
time." Mrs L replied, "This whole thing just has me at the end of my
nerves."

"Of course!" the detective said consolingly, "No problem. Here's my card --
please call me if you can think of anything I need to know or if you find
out anything new."

At this point Boyd was being placed on a stretcher and being secured for
his ride to the hospital. Mrs. L turned to Teddy and Santos -- "You guys
hurry next door to make sure Boyd's mother knows what happened and, almost
to herself she said, "I need to find out for sure where they're taking poor
Boyd."

"I'm going to call my father!" Santos said, taking out his cell phone,
"Maybe he can meet the ambulance and maybe even get to be Boyd's doctor."

"That's a great idea Santos!" Mrs. L. said. "Teddy haven't you left yet for
Boyd's house?"

Teddy jumped at the reminder. "Oh yes!" he said, "I'm on my way!" Teddy
went out the front door just as the ambulance was pulling away and almost
ran into Boyd's mother who was coming up the front steps blinded by tears.

"Oh Teddy!" she wailed as she grabbed Teddy in a hug and started crying on
his shoulder. Then the tears suddenly went away and she was filled with
rage. "That son-of-a-bitch will pay for this." She yelled into Teddy's
face. Needless to say, poor Teddy, after all he went through this morning
felt as if he was being assaulted again and he began to cry.

Mrs, Clark, suddenly realizing that Teddy thought her outburst was directed
at him, grabbed him into a hug again. "No honey!" she said, "It's not you
I'm mad at!  It's that piece of shit that I was married to -- Boyd's
father."

Teddy was shocked but he managed to confirm what he thought he heard. "That
was Boyd's father who did that to him?"

"Yes!" Mrs. Clark confirmed. "He hasn't seen Boyd in almost five years --
its a long story honey." She said, not wanting to get into any details.

In Teddy's bedroom, Santos was relating the entire story to his father over
the phone -- and I mean the 'entire' story -- Santos always told the entire
truth to his father -- something his father considered a mixed blessing. He
really didn't want to hear about his son getting a blow job but with
Santos, that's what he got. ". . . And I was laying there with Boyd between
my legs, he had my penis in his mouth when suddenly there was this terrible
crash and then Boyd was yanked backwards and I saw this huge arm around his
neck and then this huge hand started beating his face and his chest and
. . . oh dios mio .. that hand grabbed Boyd by his penis and testicles,
both together, and started yanking on them and then the next thing was I
saw Teddy with a baseball bat and he broke the man's head with it and the
man fell forward on top of Boyd but Boyd wasn't conscious. They're taking
him to the hospital and I was hoping you could go there and make sure he's
OK."

Poor Dr. Garcia, not knowing whether to laugh at the irony or cry at the
tragedy simply asked: What's this boy's last name?"

Santos had to think a second then he said, "I'm pretty sure Mrs. L said his
name was Clark."

"OK nino," the doctor said, "I'll go there right away. Are you sure you're
not hurt?"

"I think my brain is hurt from all of this," Santos said honestly, "but my
body is OK!"

That did it, Dr. Garcia laughed until there were tears in his eyes. "Oh
Santos my sweet boy!" he said, "We'll get the hurt out of your brain as
fast as we can. I would guess that I'll see you and Teddy at the hospital
so see you later nino."

"OK papa! Papa!"

"What Santo?"

"You are really the best father in the world!"

Touched and teary-eyed from that emotional jolt, Dr. Garcia simply
said. "Thanks Santo. I'll see you soon."

Eventually, Mrs.L, Mrs. Clark, Teddy and Santos all piled in the
Livingston's car for the ride to the only large medical facility in town,
Central hospital. They arrived at almost the same moment as Dr. Garcia. The
boys ran to him and hugged him, thanking him for coming and then Mrs. L
introduced him to Boyd's mother.

"Santos told me what happened -- you folks need to wait here in the lobby
while I find Boyd and talk to his attending physician. I promise I won't
leave you waiting any longer than is necessary for me to find out his
status and get back to you. Wrapping an arm around the necks of the two
boys, he walked a little way down the hall with them and then whispered;
One of you stay with Boyd's mother at all times -- she is about to faint, I
can see it in her eyes, When she does, make sure she doesn't hit her head
on anything and then someone call a nurse. Don't panic, it's nothing
serious; just something that happens in stressful situations like this."

It happened 20 minutes later just as Dr. Garcia said it would. Mrs. Clark
stood up to get some water and then started spiraling down toward the
floor. One boy was at each arm and they managed to lower her safely to the
floor. Santos went to the receptionist and there was a nurse there in
minutes with something that woke her right up when the nurse held it under
her nose.

It was only 5 or so minutes later when Dr. Garcia returned to the lobby and
the look on his face scared everyone.

Addressing Mrs. Clark he said, "Boyd has a broken nose, some minor cuts,
and lots of bruises but the worst part is the damage that was done to his
penis. He needs some surgery to repair some damaged tissue and severed
blood vessels due to the severe trauma. Do we have any idea who that was
who attacked him?"

"His penis?" Mrs. Clark said shocked, not knowing the whole story about
what had happened."

"Yes," Dr. Garcia said, I thought someone had told you, The man did some
serious damage to Boyd's genitals. The man, Mrs. Clark," he repeated, "do
you know who he is?"

"Yes doctor," Mrs. Clark sniffed and replied. "That was Boyd's father!"

Dr. Garcia reacted as anyone might at this news, with a combination of
disbelief and anger. "What would possess his own father to do this to him?"
he asked Mrs. Clark.

Mrs. Clark sunk into a lobby chair before she began talking; "Doctor," she
asked, has anyone told you that Boyd is blind?"

Dr. Garcia nodded, "Yes Santos mentioned it."

"Well I'm sure Boyd never told anyone how he became blind . . . it was his
father's fit of rage that did it. He was riding his bike one day when he
was 6 years old. There was a ravine behind our house -- no water but lots
of rocks -- that's the area he was riding in. He had brought home a note
from his teacher that day expressing concerns that . . . well what she said
was that Boyd had shown an "unnatural" interest in the genitals of the
other little boys at his school. She recommended a psychological evaluation
and therapy. Boyd's father came home that day, saw the note and went raging
into the back yard. Before I could stop him, he reached Boyd, yelled
something at him and slapped his face. He slapped so hard that Boyd flew
off his bike, onto the ground at the edge of the ravine and then rolled
in. He gashed his head and face on rocks and had to be taken to the
hospital. His father was arrested for assault on a child and the
prosecutors combined that with other violent incidents in his past and had
him sentenced to 6 years in jail. He just got out on good behavior last
week. Boyd, as a result of that, was left blind -- possibly for life; his
doctor's just don't know for sure. They had hope that he might regain his
sight because they found no medical reason for his blindness but after five
years I don't think there's much hope.

"To answer your question doctor, Boyd's father is a sick man -- he blames
Boyd for his problems and today, when he finally found out where we were
living, he attacked and you know the rest. "

Dr. Garcia turned to Teddy. Speaking of Boyd's father, that was almost a
home run with your bat -- he's in a coma on life support and he is very
likely clinically brain dead."

It just took a second for what the doctor said to sink in -- he had
thought, in that moment that he hit the man that he might have killed him
but hearing it come from a man he loved and respected made him shudder. He
wondered for a moment why he could feel no sadness about that, but deep
inside he knew that there were two very good reasons: First, Teddy felt
that a man who could do that to a boy -- much less to his own son, is a man
who deserves to die; and secondly, what Teddy did might have saved a very
precious life; the life of a boy he was rapidly falling deeply in love
with.

Dr. Garcia turned to Ms, Clark; "Are you and Mr. Clark divorced?"

"His name is not Clark. After he went to prison I divorced him and changed
my name, as well as Boyd's, to my maiden name: Clark. The man in the
hospital bed is Berry Gibbons. Why do you ask?"

"Because if you were his wife, the continuance or termination of his life
support would be your decision -- but as it is, I guess the hospital
administration will have to wrestle with that.

"Dr. Garcia," Teddy asked, "when can I . . . I mean we, when can we see
Boyd?"

"It won't be today Teddy." Boyd is not even conscious yet -- you have to
understand that he went through a severe trauma. When he is awake and
allowed visitors, I made sure that someone from here will notify his mother
immediately. After Mrs. Clark takes care of signing some papers in the
administration office you all may as well go home until he's awake and well
enough to have visitors. He's got the best medical attention he could have.

Dr. Garcia turned then and walked back toward the staff area of the
hospital. "Doctor!" Mrs. Clark called after him. The doctor stopped and
turned. "Thank you so much for coming here today to help Boyd. Please take
good care of him for me!"

"For all of us!" Teddy added.

Dr. Garcia just nodded as he turned and walked down the hall.

Teddy then went over to Boyd's mother and wrapped her into a hug. "He's the
best -- Boyd couldn't have a better doctor." After a thoughtful pause he
said, "Mam, Boyd is more than a brother to me -- he's very special. I know
you'll miss him at home while he's here -- I just wanted to say if you ever
feel like you need someone with you, please call me over. I'll be glad to
keep you company or even spend the night."

"Oh Teddy," Mrs. Clark said with tears streaming down her cheeks, "I can
see why Boyd loves you so much." Teddy looked surprised when she said that
and she saw the surprise in his face. "He does love you you know!" She
chuckled a little and then said, "He always manages to have a boyfriend,
wherever we live, but you're the first one he ever told me he was in love
with."

After Mrs. Clark signed the admission papers for Boyd, the four of them got
back into the Livingston's car for the return trip home. It was a sad,
thoughtful and even prayerful trip. Once they were parked in the
Livingston's driveway, Mrs. Clark reached back to take Teddy's free hand
(the other one was being held by both of Santos' still trembling
hands). "Teddy," she said, "thank you so much for your offer -- I might
take you up on that later but for now I just need to lay down before I fall
down again.

After Mrs. Clark entered her house Teddy said to his mom, "I feel pretty
ragged too. I think I need to lay down. How about you Santos? Want to join
me?"

"Yes," Santos said, "I need to relax -- perhaps that will take away my
brain damage." Mrs. L and Teddy just smiled. They knew what Santos meant by
brain damage, but the words coming out of Santos mouth lost their drama and
just amused.

The boys lay side-by-side in the bed holding hands. Teddy immediately
started feeling guilty -- not for anything that happened or anything he did
today so far but because Santos, laying at his side, was making him
horny. He felt that he should be grieving and have no thoughts other than
those of poor broken up Boyd but ' damn,",he thought to himself, 'I want to
have Santos on me or under me or even in me.'

Teddy turned on his side, facing Santos who was laying on his back staring
at the ceiling. Teddy reached over and began caressing Santos' chest and
tummy. Soon his attention had the desired result and Santos cock started to
rise, tenting out his underpants.

"Teddy," Santos asked, "should we be doing this?"

Instead of answering right away, Teddy leaned over and kissed Santos who
eagerly returned the kiss. "I think Boyd," Teddy said at last, "would be
happy to know that you and I were doing things he loves to do while we kept
him in our minds. It'll be kinda like he's here with us!"

"Good enough for me," Santos said as he pulled of his underpants, pushed
Teddy back onto his back and climbed up so that he was laying on top of
Teddy, face to face with his erection poking Teddy in the tummy and Teddy's
erection between his legs, caressing his nuts.

The boys kissed, a deep, soulful kiss that made each of them more and more
frantic. Suddenly Santos remembered something and froze; "Teddy the door!"
he said, gesturing with his head to the shattered door that was now pushed
to one side of the empty doorway.

"Don't worry nino!" Teddy said, "Mom is napping; and even if she wasn't,
she knows what we do in here and she doesn't mind."

"You sure? or are you just thinking with your cock?" Santos said with a
hint of a smile.

"Both!" Teddy responded as he pulled Santos' head back down and resumed the
liplock.

The kiss turned into a grope session that eventually had Santos reversing
his position and literally swallowing Teddy's raging cock. All thoughts of
the earlier tragedy were evacuated to the back of their brains as Santos
allowed Teddy's cock to slip deep into his throat. The sensation was so
sinfully erotic that it had Teddy spewing his boy juice right down Santos'
throat within two minutes -- as Santos swallowed, as best and as fast as he
could, the contractions of his throat muscles milked Teddy's cock better
than a hand ever could and that turned Teddy into a wild man, humping
Santos face and, at the same time, increasing his manipulation of Santos's
cock, which had been in his mouth and which started pulsing and actually
growing even more.

Soon Teddy's humping of Santos' face slowed down and Santos' pubic area was
banging into Teddy's face harder than ever as he rapidly approached his
orgasm. Technically a nine-year old, such as Santos, has "dry" orgasms but
Teddy had learned that if he applied enough suction on a preteen cock he
could almost always get a drop or two of what he called "delicious boy
nectar". When Santos started his urgent humping that was Teddy's cue to
begin sucking harder and to masturbate Santos' throbbing cock with lips
that were clamped down like a vice. Sure enough Teddy received his reward
and Santos lay like a rag doll on top of Teddy's stomach.

As gently as possible, Teddy slipped out from under Santos and lay with his
face next to Santos'. "Nino," he said, "that drives me crazy when you have
my cock all the way in your throat -- doesn't it hurt you?"

"No Teddy," Santos replied, "it did a little the first time I did that but
I learned to relax my throat muscles and now . . . now I even look forward
to having the head of your delicious cock as far down as it will go. Just
never ask any questions," Santos giggled, "when it's down there or I might
choke to death."

Teddy laughed quietly, "My little Mexican nutcase," he said lovingly, "I do
love you! Did you know that?"

"I know Teddy," Santos responded groggily, "and I love you . . . but," he
said with a yawn and a giggle, "I'm too young to marry and settle down."

Again Teddy laughed quietly and then tenderly kissed Santos; his forehead,
his eyes, the tip of his nose, each cheek and finally his mouth -- it was
too late for any response however, the tension of the day and the physical
strain of their sex had sent Santos off to dreamland.

As Teddy closed his eyes, ready to slip off into his own dream or perhaps,
after this morning, it may be a nightmare, his thoughts were not on the boy
who's naked body was pressed up against his and who's hair tickled his nose
-- his thoughts were on the boy who had captured almost every waking and
sleeping thought of his for the last two weeks, the boy who's bruised and
battered body was, temporarily at least, beyond his reach in Central
Hospital's Intensive Care Unit. The other Teddy -- the sightless Teddy --
the boy who Teddy Livingston felt that he might be rapidly falling in love
with.