Date: Sat, 14 Mar 2009 05:57:20 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: TEDDY: SOMETIMES IT TAKES A TRAGEDY (Part 2 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
Teddy 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 2 of 2)

From Part 1:

As Teddy closed his eyes, ready to slip off into his own dream -- or
perhaps, after this morning it would be a nightmare -- his thoughts were
not on the boy who's soft naked body was pressed hard 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 part
of Teddy -- the sightless part of Teddy -- the boy who Teddy Livingston
felt that he might really and deeply be falling in love with.

BEGIN PART 2

It was 8:00 that evening when the phone rang in the Clark house:

Ms. Clark: Hello!

Dr. Garcia: Hello Ms. Clark this is Doctor Garcia.

Clark: Oh doctor! Is there any news, is Boyd awake now?

Garcia: Yes he did regain consciousness but he was in such great pain
because of the damage to his genitals, the doctor on duty had to sedate
him.

Clark: Oh! So he's sleeping again?

Garcia: Yes, but this time its a controlled sleep -- this time we know that
he will wake up and approximately when he will wake up hospital has on
staff one of the best doctors in this part of the country who specializes
in this type of genital injury; he examined Boyd early this evening, before
Boyd regained consciousness. He told me and has allowed me to tell you that
there may be significant damage to Boyd's penis because of the tremendous
strength of this man -- his father. A portion of the urethra and the
surrounding tissue has most likely been damaged badly; there also appears
to be significant damage to his testicles. We don't know yet the full
extent of the damage.

Clark: (Sobbing) Oh my God! He's so young to have this happen to him. When
. . . (uncontrollable sobbing)

Garcia: Ms. Clark none of this is certain yet but we, Dr. Crass and myself,
felt that you should know what might happen -- and I stress MIGHT -- so you
can prepare yourself. Boyd is scheduled for surgery at 7:00 in the
morning. You can spend a few minutes with him before surgery -- in fact I
would urge you to see him before surgery and I would suggest that you bring
Teddy along. In the short time he was awake before we had to sedate him the
only words he spoke clearly were "Mom" and "Teddy" he also said something
about his eyes -- but no one could understand what he was saying, it's
possible one of the punches hit him in his eye. At any rate we feel that if
both of you are there and he knows you are there it will help him.

Clark: Thank you doctor. I'll be there and I'm very sure Teddy will be
there -- (chuckle) in fact, unless I miss my guess Teddy will want to be
there two hours early.

Garcia: (laughing) I know exactly what you mean, kids have no tolerance for
schedules.

Clark: Will you be there?

Garcia: Yes, I'll make it a point to be there and I'll meet you in the
lobby.

Clark: Thank you so much Doctor Garcia.  I feel better just knowing you're
on our team -- even if you're not officially Boyd's doctor.

Garcia: But I am! I figured that since you are so new in town you don't
have a family physician yet so I had the hospital list me as Boyd's family
doctor.

Clark: And so you are as far as I'm concerned -- you are a wonderful caring
man and that makes you perfect for the job. Well doctor, I won't keep you
any longer. Thank you so much for taking the time to call and for letting
me know what you could. Look for us at about 6:00 in the morning.

Garcia: Will do. Goodnight Ms. Clark.

Clark: Goodnight doctor.


Mrs. C had to sit where she was for a full half hour before she felt that
she could stand up. She then slipped some shoes on and headed out her front
door to give the news to Mrs. L and Teddy.

--------------------------

Teddy, Mrs. L and a much more relaxed Santos gathered in the Livingston
kitchen where Mrs. C told them what Dr. Garcia had said.

"I'll be ready by 5:00," Teddy said, you can call when you're ready to
leave and I'll meet you at your car."

"Do you suppose it would be alright if I came along?" Santos asked shyly.

"Santos, you're more than welcome to come but its up to your father who can
go in the room and see Boyd; he's officially Boyd's doctor now."

"That's OK if he says no," Santos said, but maybe he'll say yes to letting
me visit for just a couple minutes. At least I hope so."

"Santos, you're such a dear sweet boy to care so much about someone you
hardly know!" Mrs Clark told him.

Santos blushed a bit from the compliment but said nothing. In his head he
was reliving those very sweet moments that Boyd and him shared. He thought
to himself, 'I don't think she knows just how well I know him!'

That night, Santos and Teddy went to bed early but neither boy wanted to
have sex -- they were too worried at that point about Boyd's surgery and
Teddy was sick at the thought of the damage Boyd had suffered to his
genitals -- it was certainly just his imagination but Teddy started to feel
sympathy pains in his own genitals.

Teddy and Santos did share an epic goodnight kiss that left them so
breathless they almost changed their minds about no sex tonight but in the
end they just hugged, each enjoying the feel of the others naked bodies
against his own and in time they slept.

-----------------

True to his word, Teddy was ready to go at 5:00 the next morning -- Santos
was dressed but walking around like a zombie. At 5:30, Boyd's mom called to
say she was ready to go and both boys met her in her driveway.

Dr. Garcia met them in the hospital lobby and took them up one floor on the
private staff elevator. The room numbers on this floor were all letters
instead of numbers, Boyd was in room G along with two other
boys. Dr. Garcia told them they could each visit for 5 minutes, one at a
time.

Boyd's mom went in first. Teddy and Santos sat on a bench in the hall,
saying nothing but each one was thinking similar thoughts. Does he know
that that was his father that did that? Did anyone tell him that his father
is near death because of Teddy. Should we act happy and normal or just act
like we feel, sad and worried. Too many unanswered questions filled their
heads and then the door to room G opened and Mrs. Clark came out crying and
almost hysterical -- it sounded to the boys like she may be laughing and
oddly enough, Dr. Garcia was standing there smiling -- like he had expected
her reaction.

"Teddy," Dr. Garcia said, "you go next." After seeing Boyd's mom's reaction
he wasn't so sure he wanted to go next but he knew he had to -- not only
for himself but for Boyd.

Teddy slowly walked in the door to room G and looked to see which bed Boyd
was in. At first he didn't see him but looking around he found the two boys
who definitely were NOT Boyd and that left the boy in the bed farthest from
the window . . . the boy with sunglasses.

'Sunglasses?' Teddy said to himself.

Teddy approached the bed and said, "Hey Boyd, its Teddy. Those are cool
shades but they don't make you look anything like Stevie Wonder."

Boyd turned toward Teddy and smiled (as best as he could with all the
bandages on his split lips) and said in a croaky voice, "Teddy! Wow you
look even better than I thought you would."

At first Teddy didn't get it! He mulled over what Boyd just said in his
head and something didn't make sense, Then, like a flash of lightning he
got it!

"Did you just say 'LOOK'?"

"Yeah!" Boyd said with an even bigger smile than before -- a smile that
hurt like hell -- but he didn't care. "I can see now!" The light hurts my
eyes so I have to keep them closed most of the time but whatever happened
fixed my eyes."

Teddy was in tears, too choked up to even get a syllable out of his
mouth. He wanted to lean down and give Boyd the biggest hug of his life but
was afraid that he would hurt him; he wanted to give Boyd a kiss that he
would remember for the rest of his life but that was out of the question
considering the condition of his lips. He settled for leaning close to
Boyd, kissing his forehead and whispering, "Boyd, I love you so much. When
you get out of here I don't ever want to spend even one night away from
you."

"But what . . ." Boyd started to say but hesitated. Then he started again,
with tears glistening in his eyes, ". . . but what if I don't have a dick
any more."

Teddy could say nothing. His eyes grew wide and he stammered.

"Yeah!" Boyd said, "They told me about what happened when that man was
beating me -- I guess I was unconscious when he did that -- I'M GLAD," he
said with a little chuckle, "I was unconscious when he did that."

"Boyd," Teddy finally said after pulling himself together, "Believe me when
I tell you this, no matter what you have or what you don't have after the
operation I'll love you, I'll be happy with you and I promise, I'll find
ways to keep you happy."

"Yeah you're right, Boyd said smiling again, as long as they don't sew my
butt closed I guess there's hope."

That was so unexpected Teddy broke into a hysterical laugh that was
attracting the attention of the other boys. Still laughing, but as quietly
as he could Teddy leaned down and said, "close your eyes for a minute." A
few seconds later he asked, "are they closed?"

"Yes!" Boyd answered.

Teddy slipped the sunglasses off Boyd and gently kissed each eye and then
planted little kisses on every bandage free spot he could find on Boy's
face and neck. "I love you you crazy boy!" he whispered.

"Teddy," Dr. Garcia's voice came from the door, "time to leave."

Teddy grasped Boyd's hand and held it to his face for a second before
saying, "Good luck! I'll try to be here when you wake up."

When Teddy had left the room Dr. Garcia approached Boyd's bed. "There is
one more person here to see you if you feel up to it."

Boyd looked puzzled, after two weeks he didn't have any other friends who
might visit him here. "Who is it?"

"My son!" Dr. Garcia responded.

"Oh, OK!" Boyd said. "Do I know him?"

"Yes, I believe you and him shared some intimate moments before this
tragedy struck."

It hit Boyd like a hammer! "Santos?"

"Yes!" The doctor responded.

"He told you?" Boyd said, unable to believe it!

"Yes Boyd," the doctor answered, "Santos tells me everything -- sometimes I
wish he wouldn't but mostly I'm glad he trusts me."

"And you're not mad?" Boyd said in a still disbelieving voice.

"No Boyd." Dr. Garcia answered in a serious voice, "Santos is what Santos
is. He's my son and I'll love him forever and I always try to respect his
choices when they aren't dangerous ones . . . and I'm sure you aren't very
dangerous."

"Yes!" Boyd said then. "Please send him in, I'd love to see him."

Doctor Garcia stepped into the hall and when he told Santos he could go in
and visit for just 5 minutes, like the others, he jumped up and hugged his
dad until his arms hurt.

"Go on in, Santo!" Dr Garcia said then, "you're wasting your time hugging
me. Just remember, Boyd is hurt almost all over his body so be very careful
where you touch him.

Santos blushed! "Papa, you know I wouldn't touch him there!"

A loud burst of laughter came from Dr. Garcia. "I know Santo," he said
through his tears, "that wasn't what I was talking about. Now GO!"

Santos entered the room, and like Teddy he wasn't looking for a boy with
sunglasses. Finally, after eliminating the other two, he approached Boyd's
bed.

"Hi Boyd!" he said just above a whisper, "It's Santos."

Boys looked at him and said, "My my Santos. You look even better than you
taste."

"W-w-w-what!" Santos stuttered, "You can see me?"

"Yes, what happened before, it somehow fixed my eyes. The light still hurts
my eyes that's why the sunglasses."

"Oh Dios!" Santos gasped, "I have to go tell Teddy and papa, they'll be so
happy." He turned toward the door and started to run but Boyd called him
back.

"I already told them, Santos," Boyd said. "Remember they both were in
here?"

"Oh yes!" Santos said shyly, "Sometimes I get too excited too know what I'm
doing."

"Give me your hand Santos!" Boyd said.

Santos put his hand in Boyd's and Boyd brought it too his bandaged
lips. "You are so sweet Santos -- we're going to be friends forever!! Is
that OK with you?"

"Oh yes!" Santos exclaimed. "I would love you as a friend!"

"I hope you mean that literally!" Boyd said with a smile.

The joke went right over Santos' head -- "Huh?" he said.

"Never mind -- just a bad joke." Boyd said.

While Santos was in with Boyd, Dr. Garcia sat down on the bench next to
Mrs. Clark who was still crying happy tears for the miracle that gave Boyd
back his eyesight.  "It's so strange how life works out," Mrs Clark
said. "like the man who's brutality makes a boy loose his eyesight for 5
years can then, through another act of brutality, restore the eyesight to
the same boy. I'm despirately happy that it happened but so very confused
about how I feel about it. Do you understand what I'm saying doctor?"

"Yes I understand exactly what your saying and I certainly couldn't begin
to explain even a minute percentage of life's mysterys but being in my
business I see tragedy after tragedy -- some are easily corrected and some
are not correctable. I guess the simplest explanation is that life, by its
very nature, will bring tragedy at least as often as it brings
happiness. And sometimes, as in the case of Boyd . . . sometimes it takes a
tragedy to ultimately bring happiness.

It was twenty minutes later when the attendants came to wheel Boyd's bed to
surgery.

---------------------------

Three hours had passed. Mrs. Clark, Teddy and Santos were now joined by
Teddy's mom and his dad who had just returned from a business trip. They
were all in a special private waiting room reserved for families and
friends of people being operated on.

Shortly after Teddy's mom and dad arrived a doctor entered the special
waiting room. "I'm doctor Crass," he said in a German accent. May I speak
with young Mr. Clark's mother?"

"I'm his mother!" Mrs. Clark said. "Is he alright? Is the operation over?"

Dr. Crass smiled. "Yes and Yes Mrs. Clark. He's in a recovery room and will
be awake in approximately two hours. He's young and strong -- there was
never any real life-threatening danger to him from the operation."

"Oh thank God!" Ms. Clark said just above a whisper.

"I'll need to speak with you in private about what was done and how it will
effect him."

"No doctor," Ms. Clark said very firmly. "Everyone in this room is
intimately involved in Boyd's life and whatever you have to say concerns us
all."

Dr. Crass' brows lowered and then after a full minute he said, "This is
very unusual! We are talking about a young boy's sexual functioning after
his operation, are you sure you want everyone to hear that? Even the
children?" he asked gesturing toward Teddy and Santos who were sitting on a
couch together with the same worried looks on their faces as everyone else
had.

"I don't expect you to understand doctor," Ms. Clark responded, "but yes,
even the children -- as I said, we are all intimately (and she emphasized
intimately) involved in every aspect of Boyd's life."

"Very well!" Dr. Crass conceded as he found an empty chair. We had two
separate but related situations here, damage to Boyd's penis and damage to
his testicles. The damage to the penis turned out to be a penile fracture
-- I would have to assume that Boyd was erect when the injury occurred --
that is the only way it can happen. If the penis is bent severely during an
erection a membrane in the penis that is filled with blood during an
erection, can tear and that's what happened to Boyd. Fortunately we can
almost always repair the tear. In Boyd's case, we had to make an incision
in the penis, locate the tear and put stitches in it. He has five stitches
in that membrane to help it heal and must NOT (he looked directly at Teddy
and Santos when he said that) engage in any sexual activity for at least
four weeks while the healing takes place. We thought there might also be
some damage to the urethra but that turned out to be not the case.

"The other situation is, of course, the damage to Boyd's testes. Boyd had
one testicle so damaged it had to be removed . . ."

The doctor's explanation was interrupted by a gasp and loud sobbing coming
from Boyd's mother but he continued in a bit of a louder voice.

". . . Mrs. Clark, this is NOT serious and will have NO physical effect on
his sexual functioning or his ability to eventually produce semen."

Boyd's mother was apparently listening, she stopped crying and was watching
the doctor.

"The only effect a missing testicle MAY have is a psychological effect but
this can be avoided by assuring him that he is perfectly normal and telling
him that there are many men and boys who, for many reasons, have only one
testicle. They get married, have children and lead normal lives."

Teddy couldn't help it when a small smile appeared on his face. Any one who
noticed might just assume that he was happy that Boyd would be perfectly
normal but Teddy's smile was related to the doctor's remarks about marrying
and having children. Those things were not on Boyd's wish list."

"Just two other things," Dr. Crass concluded, "First, since Boyd only has
one testicle he should be made to realize that he must protect it from
injury -- primarily I'm talking about wearing an athletic supporter anytime
he is involved in sports or other physical activities. Secondly he must
avoid getting erections for at least two weeks and we can do this through
an oral medication that will inhibit the production of testosterone.

"After the initial two weeks naturally occurring erections are harmless but
he must not engage in masturbation or any sexual activity for two more
weeks. This may be frustrating for him but the four weeks, while that may
seem to be a lifetime to a boy, will go fast if he has other non-sexual
things to focus on. I understand," he said looking at Teddy and Santos,
"that you boys are Boyd's almost constant companions."

Both boys blushed, understanding now that the doctor was probably aware of
their intimate relationship -- they also nodded in response to his
questions.

"You will be doing him a big favor," the doctor continued, "if you can find
things to keep his mind away from the things that boys your age tend to
focus on -- mainly on your penis'."

Everyone in the room except Teddy and Santos started chuckling about that
comment which caused their blushes to become more pronounced.

"This would be doing Boyd a favor because," and at this point he put on a
stern face and spoke forcefully, "if Boyd did anything to cause that
membrane in his penis to rupture again he would be in a lot of pain and he
would have to return here to have the operation again and then start out
from day one! Do you guys understand what I'm saying?"

"Both boys nodded, Teddy said, "Yes sir!" which prompted Santos to say the
same thing.

OK then, I guess I'm finished here. Boyd, as you know, will be released
tomorrow morning -- unless some complications arise, but that is not
likely.

-----------------------

A few hours later, when Santos and Teddy arrived at Teddy's house, they
immediately went to Teddy's bedroom where a man was just had just finished
installing a new door. When the man left and the door was closed, Teddy and
Santos attacked each other with a flurry of kisses while each kept busy
removing the other's clothes. All that talk about sexual functioning and
sexual arousal had made them horny as they had ever been.

Santo pushed Teddy onto the bed and climbed on like a soldier manning his
post. Teddy never kept his room cold but it was not warm either --
regardless, within the next twenty minutes both boys were bathed in sweat
as a result of what would appear to be a bizarre mating ritual where each
was trying to devour his mate.

After each boy had at least one orgasm, the activity slowed and each kiss
became more sensual, each caress an act of love and caring rather than lust
and each look into the others eyes deeper and more soulful. Teddy was the
first to speak, "Santo, my sweet, sweet Santo. I want to ask you something
-- a favor -- but if this is something you don't want to do just say so and
it will be forgotten. OK?"

"Ok Teddy! Stop trying to scare me and tell me what it is."

"Two weeks ago, when Boyd moved next door we immediately knew we were going
to be in bed together and it took less than an hour for that to happen. We
did everything . . . but then he asked me to do something I had never done
before, he said, "I need you inside me."

Santos, who believed in the simple and straight-forward approach said, "You
mean he wanted you to put your cock up his butt?"

Teddy kissed the sweet face that was looking at him with wide eyes. "Yes my
Santo, that's what he wanted and that's what I did."

"Wow!" Santos exclaimed, "What was it like?"

"For me it was wonderful! For Boyd it was incredible! We agreed that it was
the most intense experience of our lives."

"So that's the favor you want to ask," Santos said, "you want to do me like
you did Boyd? It's OK -- no problem!"

"No Santos, that would be a problem," Teddy said vehemently. "I would never
ask you to let me do that to you."

"Then I guess I don't understand!" Santos confessed.

"I want you to do that to me! Do you think you can do that?"

"Well yes! Why not?" Santos asked. Sounds like fun for me but won't it hurt
you?"

"No Santo, it shouldn't hurt a bit, besides we'll use some lube and you'll
use your fingers first, to stretch me out a bit. OK?"

"Yeah I guess." Santos said tentatively, "I don't have a problem with
sticking my cock up your butthole but I don't know about my fingers. That
sounds gross."

The answer surprised Teddy but the more he thought about it the more sense
it made -- ever since they're very little, people are told that they need
to keep their hands clean but few kids receive daily reminders to keep
their dicks clean.

"That's OK nino!" Teddy told Santos, "you're right it does seem yucky. How
about if you put a surgical glove on your hand like the doctor's do? I have
a pair your dad gave me."

And that's what they did. To make it easier for Santos Teddy lay on his
back with his legs way up. Santos lubed himself up and then, with a glove
on, opened up Teddy's anus -- if Teddy would have been able to see what was
going up his butt he would have laughed; Santos stuck three of his small
fingers into one finger hole of the large glove and used all three fingers
to loosen up Teddy.

Santos enjoyed the sensation of the warm, wet shaft of Teddy's anal canal
squeezing his cock. He was surprised when instead of the smooth channel he
had thought was the inside of the butthole his sensitive penis felt
hundreds of ridges and bumps.

Teddy couldn't believe the sensation when he felt Santos' cock start to
enter his anus and stretch his canal. It was a great physical sensation but
the even greater feeling came from the supreme intimacy of having a
sensitive organ like a penis actually inside your body enjoying what your
body is capable of making them feel.

Teddy didn't really expect to climax when he was being fucked but when
Santos was inside him, sliding in and out, actually sharing a part of
Teddy's body that noone had ever had access to before, Teddy's climax soon
became inevitable. He felt it build and as he heard the ecstasy in Santos'
voice as he continually let out a stream of what Teddy assumed were Spanish
expletives. it started coming faster until, like a runaway car, it was
unstoppable.

Santos had never experienced anything remotely like the sexual high he was
feeling as his cock slipped in and out of Teddy's ass. Santos wasn't
actually swearing in Spanish as his climax began to build, he was thanking
every Saint he could think of for this exquisite feeling and for this
wonderful boy who was sharing his body with him.

When Teddy reached near the end of the rollercoaster ride and the semen was
just about to begin spewing from his cock, he involuntarily tightened up
his anus and unknowingly set off an explosion in Santos that Santos would
never be able to describe. At that supreme moment, he couldn't think, he
couldn't talk, he may have had his eyes open but he'll swear that he could
not see the only sensation was an exquisite pain in his loins that was, at
that moment, his entire universe.

---------------------------

In the afterglow, Teddy and Santos lay wrapped up in each others arms,
exhausted, expended and vaguely guilty that they could enjoy this and other
trips to heaven while their friend and lover Boyd would be banned from
celestial wondering for the next month.

They shared a joke about how horny Boyd would be in one month from today
and they exchanged ideas about how they could make that coming out party
the hottest day and night of Boyd's life.

---------------------------------

The first two weeks after Boyd was home were not a real problem for Boyd
who's medicine seemed to have turned him into a boy without even a desire
for sex. Those weeks, however, were the beginning of a month long hell for
Teddy and Santos who were, either one or both, constant presences in Boyd's
house. While visiting they found that they were being driven mad by Boyd's
bare legs, bare feet, and bare arms -- by his occasional casual nudity in
front of them after he had taken a shower or when he went to use the
bathroom while one or both boys were in there.

There were many video games to teach Boyd now that he could see and he
began to develop in interest in model building, cars and airplanes
mainly. Teddy and Santos lived through that first half of their "hands-off
Boyd" policy by sneaking away occasionally to Teddy's house to have some
rip-roaring sex that satisfied their urges at least for a few hours.

During the last half of Boyd's mandated celibacy there were three boys
being driven into the pits of Hell. These were, you understand, previously
very sexually active (or you might accurately say sexually overactive) boys
who had to keep their urges under control. This was, of course,
particularly hard on Boyd who knew that a loss of self control could wind
him back up in the hospital and who could now, when he looked longingly at
Teddy and Santos, could actually SEE what he was missing. He had what
seemed like "zillions" of those "naturally occurring" erections that the
doctor told him were OK and, quite often, when he was with one or both of
his friends, he would take his naturally occurring erection out and just
admire it. Teddy was sure that Boyd was just taunting him by showing him
what he couldn't have, and, who knows, he may have been right.

The end of the fourth week finally passed and a fly-on-the-wall would have
been treated to a show that would have been more appropriate in ancient
Rome than in 21st Century mid-America. They agreed that, just to be safe,
Boyd should not use his recently-healed cock to penetrate either boy
because of the extra pressure involved but that was the only taboo. Boyd
took it up the ass several times that wild day and night, courtesy of both
Teddy and Santos. He had his ass reamed by the very oral Teddy and, only
after Teddy had taken several turns at that sport would the more reluctant
Santos use his tongue on Boyd's now very clean pucker. Curiously though
Santos loved getting his own ass licked clean, inside and out, and both
Boyd and Teddy were glad to entertain Santos in that way.

Boy's newly refurbished cock was tasted by both boys several times that day
but Boyd's first orgasm in a month was the centerpiece of the sex festival.
It happened when Santos used his special talents to allow Boyd's cock to
slip deep into his throat and Santos used his well practiced skills to
masturbate Boyd with his throat muscles. While Boyd was receiving one of
Santos mind blowing blow jobs he got so hot that he begged Teddy to "fuck
my mouth". Teddy happily complied and was too soon, dumping a load of his
special sauce down Boyd's throat.

Teddy, of course, found four beautiful feet to make oral love to and by
bedtime both Santos and Boyd had the cleanest feet in the state. He was
also surprised and delighted when both Boyd and Santos, fascinated by this
new sport, took turns 'snacking' on his toes.

It would be safe to say that by the time the three boys had arranged
themselves for sleep that night they were all just a little tired of sex
games. That, however was a very temporary condition that just a couple
hours of sleep cured.