Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 06:43:27 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: TEDDY'S TENDER LOVING CARE

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. 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'S TENDER LOVING CARE


It was early Saturday morning in the Garcia house, Dr. Garcia, his wife
Luda and their 9 y/o son Santos had just finished eating and were about to
disperse to do their individual Saturday morning things when the phone
rang.

Just before that phone began to ring Santos had an unreasonable but very
real 'gut' feeling that there was something wrong -- a premonition or
perhaps just a hunch -- so when the phone rang he sat, tensed up like a
lion ready to spring as his father walked over to the kitchen extension and
picked it up. Then for some unexplainable reason Teddy's face, a face he
loved as much as life, popped into his mind; and then he knew.

The doctor picked up the receiver and said, "Hello, this is Doctor
Garcia. Yes, I certainly do know him, what's the situation. Hmmm, I
understand. When was he admitted?"

When Santos heard that question he sprang from his chair and ran to his
bedroom to get some clothes on. He knew, somehow, that Teddy had been hurt
and he was going -- he HAD to go to the hospital to be with Teddy.

Santos finished dressing and very briefly thought; 'when that call came in
I was eating breakfast in just my underwear; before meeting Teddy I would
never have left my room dressed like that. Teddy helped me -- I needed
Teddy -- and now Teddy needs me, I can feel it, and I have to be there for
him.'

Santos rushed back to the kitchen just as his father was hanging up the
phone. "What happened to Teddy?" he asked.

Dr. Raul Garcia was dumbstruck. 'How could he know that call was about
Teddy, I never said his name -- I never said it because I didn't want
Santos to know and to worry.'

"Papa," Santos yelled on the verge of tears, please papa! What happened to
Teddy?"

As calmly as he could the doctor explained, "they found Teddy last night
near his home, he had been beaten up pretty badly and was unconscious when
they found him. They found his identification on him and tried to reach his
parents at his home but, according to their phone message, they are in
Seattle for the weekend at some convention. When Teddy regained
consciousness this morning . . . he asked the hospital to call me and asked
that I bring you along to see him. But how could you know?

"Well never mind that now, come, you're dressed already I see, let's
go. Luda," he said to his wife who had tears running down her cheeks from
the news, "We're going to Central hospital," then he went over to her and
put his arms around her from behind, "don't worry too much, Teddy will be
alright he has no serious injuries, in fact I suspect, judging from what
Dr. Glass told me over the phone, we might be having a house guest, at
least for the evening or until his parents get back into town.

In the car, with Santos belted in beside him, Dr. Garcia looked over at his
son and saw that what he had said to Luda to calm her also had a calming
effect on Santos. Dr. Garcia knew that Santos loved Teddy -- loved him like
a brother but also, he had to admit to himself, loved him much deeper than
that. It was a physical relationship between Teddy and Santos that rescued
Santos from the prison he had built for himself -- a prison without
friends, without activities, really without a life outside of his own home
except for the mandatory participation at his private school. And even at
school, Santos' extreme shyness had him excused from basic athletics like
basketball or swimming.

Then he met Teddy! (Read "Teddy and the Full Santos" here at Nifty) The
Garcias were celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary by spending a night
in the city and just by chance found Teddy to be available to stay with
Santos. By the next morning when they arrived home from the city they found
that Santos had been almost miraculously transformed into a normal,
outgoing boy and for that they swore that Teddy would from then on be a
part of their family and that they would always be available if he needed
then. Today Teddy needed them.

When they entered Teddy's hospital room, Santos came to life. "Teddy!" he
yelled and then he went running over to the battered and bruised boy's
bedside. Both of Teddy's arms were in casts, he had one black eye, a head
bandage, numerous bruises on his face and that part of his chest they could
see above a chest bandage and several smaller bandages on his face and
upper arms.

"Teddy, Mi tesoro (my treasure) what happened to you? Are you hurting?
Should we get a nurse or a doctor in here to help? How long will you have
to stay here? You can come and stay with me until your parents are home, is
that OK?" All this came out of Santos' mouth, practically at once.

It hurt Teddy to laugh but he couldn't help it! "Nino! he said, "too many
questions all at once. Thanks for coming Dr. Garcia and for bringing my
little Spanish fireball here -- I needed Santo (a family nickname for
Santos -- santo means Saint) to to cure my mind while my body is healing.

"Here's what happened Santo," he said looking into the startling green eyes
of the now blushing Santos, "After school I went to the library to study. I
had my brand new portable computer with me. I left the library just as it
was getting dark and by the time I got near my house it was dark. I passed
by the park and heard some older kids laughing and as I passed they saw me
and started pushing me around. One of them tried to grab my computer case
from me but I pulled it back and then kicked him. I kicked that big guy
right in the pelotas, Santos!"

Santos started giggling like crazy to hear the Spanish vulgarism for
testicles come from Teddy's mouth. That giggling was music to Teddy's
battered ears so he let him continue until he was just about giggled out
and then said, "Well that puto (bastard) didn't think it was funny," he had
to ignore the latest giggle fit from Santos to complete his story. "Anyway,
there were two others and they held my arms while the guy I kicked got back
to his feet and he started hitting me. I remember that the two guys let me
go and I fell to the ground and I remember that the guy tried to kick me
where I kicked him but I pulled my knees up and covered up with my arms
. . ." Teddy stopped to gaze at the casts on his forearms, trying to
remember more. "I don't remember anything else. I think they kicked me in
the head."

Santos had tears running from his eyes. He had not only pictured the damage
that was being done to his love but could almost feel the blows and kicks
as if he were the recipient.

"Teddy," Dr Garcia spoke from the doorway. I spoke with your attending
physician, Dr.Glass, and he assures me that your X-ray's, miraculously,
show that only your arms have minor brakes that will heal in a relatively
short time. Everything else, while I'm sure its painful, is minor. He has
given permission for us to take you home with us this morning; that is if
you want to come and, Santos," he said looking at his son, "if you don't
mind your room being turned into a hospital room at least for tonight."

"That would be great!" both boys answered almost in unison.

OK, I'll get a wheelchair and be back in about ten minutes," Dr. Garcia
told the boys, "Santos, you help Teddy get some pants and shoes on -- with
these casts on his arms that hospital gown will have to be his shirt for
now.

When Santos' dad had left the room, Teddy struggled to get into a sitting
position but with the casts on his arms he wasn't doing a very good job of
it. Finally he said, "Santo can you help me sit up -- I can't do it without
using my arms.

Santos looked over the situation and finally kicked off his shoes, climbed
up on the bed and managed to get Teddy's upper body propped up by crawling
under the two pillows that were beneath his shoulders and head, he then
used his whole body to slowly get Teddy into a sitting position. Once Teddy
was in that sitting position he managed to stay upright; then Santos
climbed back off the bed and pulled Teddy's legs toward the side of the
bed, rotating him so that he was, at last, sitting with the his legs
hanging off the side.

Santos then went over to the door and closed it. Teddy gave Santos a
skeptical look and then it dawned on him what Santos was going to do
next. He was almost right, but Santos is never totally predictable.

Sure enough when Santos arrived back at the bed he pulled up the front of
Teddy's hospital gown just enough to get his head under it. Teddy heard
Santos talking under his gown: "Are you alright cutie? I was so worried
about you. But you're alright now that your Santo is here -- I'll kiss you
and make you all better." And he did, Santos wrapped his arms around
Teddy's hips and gave Teddy's cock a big sloppy kiss.

As much as it hurt Teddy's bruised ribs to laugh he broke up, falling
backwards on the bed -- leaving Santos trapped with his hands under Teddy's
hips and his face resting on the object of his desire.

At that moment Dr. Garcia reentered the room, saw Teddy laying back on the
bed wearing nothing but the hospital gown and laughing and saw his son with
his head under that gown -- doing . . . well he quickly imagined what he
was doing. All Dr. Garcia said, before making a quick exit was: "ten
minutes fellas and were out of here. As the door closed he heard Santos'
sweet laughter join Teddy's and had to smile to himself.

As Dr. Garcia stood in the hall waiting for the boys to get him to help
Teddy into the chair, he pondered the situation. He had known since that
first day that his 9 y/o son and his 12 y/o friend were sexually active --
with each other -- and he had made peace with that because it was
apparently only because of their sexual relationship that Santos was now a
normal 9-y/o boy and not a virtual recluse; also, because he loved and
trusted Teddy as if he were his own son. But catching them in the act -- as
he thought he just had -- was like taking a punch in the gut. Just
something else some parents are destined to have to accept.

When Dr. Garcia's car pulled into their driveway at home Dr Garcia was once
again in a thoughtful mood; he watched as his Santo so carefully helped
Teddy out of the car and made sure Teddy had someone to lean on all the way
into the house and into his bedroom. Once in the bedroom it was a simple
matter to get Teddy into bed since his bed was not "50-feet" off the ground
like a hospital bed -- but easy or not, Santos treated Teddy as if he would
break with one wrong move. It was apparent to Dr. Garcia that these two
children were not JUST sexually attracted to each other and not JUST
sexually active with each other, these two children really cared about each
other. As much as any couple who had been living together for years; they
were in love!

When Santos got Teddy situated in his bed, Dr. Garcia told Santos to make
Teddy comfortable while he helped his wife prepare lunch.

In a desire to make Teddy as comfortable and happy as possible (and, in
truth, to satisfy a desire of his own) Santos happily crawled up on the
bed, straddling Teddy's knees and went to work unbuttoning and unzipping
Teddy's jeans. That done he slipped to the bottom of the bed, grabbed the
pants legs and pulled. It took a while to slip the pants out from under
Teddy's butt because he couldn't help too much but eventually the pants
were in the hands of the smiling little Santos. In a flash, Santos was
scrambling back on the bed and heading for the hem of the hospital gown.

"Hey nino!" Teddy called to Santos before he could complete his intended
mission, "How about some of those kisses for this head before you start
making love talk to my little head again?"

"Ay Teddy I'm so sorry. I want to hug you and taste your tongue in my mouth
more than anything but above the waist you are all bandages and casts. I
was afraid that I might hurt you if I tried to get close enough to kiss you
and hold you like I want to do."

"Well lets try it," Teddy said, firmly convinced that a little pain would
be a small price to pay for a tongue 'war' with Santos.

Santos scooted up on the bed on Teddy's left side. They found that there
were ways for Santos to straddle his arms and get into the proper kissing
position without hurting Teddy a bit. Finally with Santos on his knees,
straddling Teddy's left arm, Teddy got the deep, loving kiss he had been
longing for ever since his little "Spanish fireball" had charged into his
hospital room that morning.

"Santo," he said when they broke from their lip lock, "as much as I adore
your kisses, I'm dying to have something besides your tongue in my
mouth. Please nino, let me have a taste of your beautiful cock. Come and
kneel right over my face and put it in my mouth Santo!"

Santo wanted that as much as Teddy did but he was worried his father, or
God forbid, his mother might wander in, and there was no lock on the
door. Then he remembered something he had seen in a movie once; he leaped
off the bed, grabbed a chair and wedged it under the door handle.

Teddy, understanding what was going through Santos' head said: "They'll
probably guess what we're doing!"

"I don't care if they KNOW," Santos replied, "I just don't want them to
SEE!"

Santos then stripped off his t-shirt and shorts and underwear together; he
looked up to see Teddy staring at him. Being in a silly/happy mood he
started striking seductive poses, then he switched to some poses that
involved his rapidly rising cock.

Finally Teddy said in a mock serious tone: Santo you are so cruel -- why do
you torture me with that beautiful lollypop without letting me have a
lick?"

Giggling like a madman, Santos then climbed on the bed and carefully
straddled Teddy's upper chest, where there were no bandages and he held out
his cock for Teddy's close up inspection. "This is yours Mi tesoro, today
and always."

Teddy smiled, "tell me sweet Santo, did you take a shower this morning?"

Santos, surprised at the question started explaining, "no Teddy, I'm sorry,
there was no time . . ."

"Santo, don't be sorry, that's perfect!" Teddy broke in, "I want to taste
your cock and your pelotas just like they are in the morning -- no soap, no
powder, just my sweet Santo. Please nino, put your pelotas in my mouth
first so I can suck away the night's sweat.

Santo lowered himself until his ball sack was right in Teddy's waiting
mouth. The sensation of Teddy's warm lips encompassing his balls and his
tongue licking every surface was indescribable but when he felt Teddy's
body shift lower and that tongue go to work on that smooth skin between his
balls and his pucker, getting ever closer to that puckered up bit of flesh,
it drove Santos to his brink.

"Ay Dios Teddy! My cock is going to explode any second." Santos said.

"Quick then sweet one," Teddy responded, "fuck my mouth so I don't miss a
golden drop of your nectar."

Teddy knew, from much experience, that while Santos was too young to
ejaculate, there was always a sweet reward that came when Santos' cock
'exploded.' That reward was drawing closer! As Teddy masturbated Santos'
precious cock with his lips and tongue, Santos began fucking Teddy's mouth,
slapping Teddy's face with his bald pubic area -- and then Teddy felt the
spasms begin. Santos' fucking motions grew more and more urgent until his
final thrust had his pubic area pressed hard against Teddy's face as he
tried to drive his cock as far into Teddy's throat as it could go.

"Oh tesoro," Santos sighed a minute or so later, when, at last, he could
talk, "that was so wonderful, . . . and look at you," Santos said with a
silly grin while looking down at Teddy, "your mouth still has my shrinking
cock held captive like you want to eat it. But remember Teddy," Santos said
with a cheeky grin, "you can't have your cock and eat it too! Some famous
person said that!"

That was too much for Teddy who had to abandon his sweet treat and roar
with laughter.

Santos' mother broke into the gayety with a knock on the door, "Teodoro,"
she called through the door, I'll bring your lunch in just a few minutes."

Teddy was served lunch in bed that afternoon and Luda insisted on being the
one to "spoon feed" her "Teodoro" (a nonsense combination of his hated
proper first name -- Theodore -- and 'one who is adored') bite by bite. so
the doctor and Santos could eat at the kitchen table.

At that kitchen table, Dr. Garcia felt he had to say something about "the
elephant in the room" (Santos' relationship with Teddy) but there was no
condemnation just fatherly advice: "Santo, you and Teddy have a beautiful
relationship -- it's apparent that you are not only best friends, you care
about each other as brothers care about each other and, beyond that, you
love each other and enjoy a physical relationship. Anyway, as I said, that
is all apparent, what I want you to know is that its hard for me and mama
to deal with that kind of relationship between our nino and anyone. You are
so young!" he said wistfully, " but we are dealing with it and will
continue to deal with it because we both love and respect you and Teddy and
we trust the two of you to be safe and not hurt each other. Do you
understand what I'm saying, nino?"

"Yes papa," Santos said matter-of-factly, "you don't want Teddy to put his
thing in my butt!"

Dr. Garcia spit out the coffee he had in his mouth and started laughing
wildly; he then grabbed Santos and pulled him onto his lap, wrapped his big
arms around him and said, "you little devil; I never know what to expect
from that mouth of yours -- and I love that.

"I'll never forget that morning when we came home from our trip -- after
that first day you spent with Teddy -- and how you ran into the kitchen,
jumped on my lap and for 45 minutes you excitedly told us every detail of
your lovemaking with Teddy. Please promise me that you will always trust me
and mama enough to tell us absolutely anything and let us help the two of
you out anytime you need us. Will you promise me that?"

"Si papa!" Santos responded, You know I have a big boca (mouth) and always
tell you and mama everything."

"Yes," Dr Garcia admitted with a chuckle, "I know you do and I want you to
know I really love that big boca! Now get back to your patient 'nurse
Santo' and, one last thing, he has a lot of places that hurt right now and
he might not tell you if you are causing him pain because he loves to have
you as close to him as possible. Just be careful with him right now -- I
know you love him and don't want to see him hurt."

Santos turned on his papa's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck and gave
him a big wet sloppy kiss on his cheek. "Thank you papa! You have to be the
best papa in the world!" With that he jumped down and ran off to rejoin his
"patient."

Just as Santos left the kitchen, the phone rang. It was Teddy's mother and
father; still in Seattle they had just been reached by the local police and
informed about what had happened to Teddy. They were panicked and ready to
board a plane home as fast as possible but Dr. Garcia assured them that
Teddy was receiving the best of care right there at his house where he was
on duty day and night, all his injuries were minor and, in spite of their
instincts to run to his side, they should seriously consider staying where
they were and finishing their work in Seattle. In the end, that's just what
they did.

When Santos got back to his room, his mama was just leaving and told him
that the pain medication that Teddy had received at the hospital was
wearing off and Teddy was having some pain in his chest as well as all the
other places where he was bruised.

Santos rushed back to the kitchen to tell his papa and together they
returned to the bedroom where Teddy's discomfort was obvious. Dr Garcia
gave him a shot that, he told Santos, would cause him to sleep for several
hours. "The best thing for him right now, Santo," Dr Garcia said, "is total
rest."

Teddy slept through until the next morning totally unaware that when he was
joined in bed that night by a naked and horny Santos, Santos reverted to a
very old habit. Santos slept that night with his legs wrapped around one of
Teddy's calfs and his head on Teddy's stomach. Santos fell asleep sucking
on Teddy's "pacifier."

At some time during the night, Santos woke up swallowing a mouthful of
Teddy's cum. Santos got out of bed to get a wet towel and clean up his
'patient' as well as the bed where some had leaked from his mouth. When
Santos finally resumed his sleeping position, before popping that great
'pacifier' in his mouth again, he glanced up at his 'patient' and saw a
very satisfied smile on Teddy's still sleeping face. Both boys, in fact,
smiled through the night. Neither were aware that Teddy still had one full
day of Santos' Tender Loving Care to look forward to.