Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2003 14:33:50 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: Tigerman part4

					TIGERMAN

					Part Four

					By Arthur


Authors Note: This ones for you Kipster, enjoy.


As Stewart stood beside the shower door Fore reached inside to turn on the
water and adjust the temprature to suit them both.  The shower head was of
an old fashioned sort, being of the larger nature and not the small
restricting type usually used nowdays. The water came out in a torrent as
Fore adjusted it until the steam was rising from the downpour. Stewart
stood behind Fore marveling at the smallness and sleek smooth beauty of
Fore's butt and long slim legs.

Stewarts unconscious mind sent signals to his own loins and it was only
seconds before he was upright and hard at the view before him. Fore turned
and with one glance smiled down at Stewarts reaction to his naked
form. They both realised that this was the first time that Fore had been
naked in front of stewart.

As Stewart stood with his mouth agape at the wonder of Fore's body before
him, he watched as Fore's body betrayed his own feelings and he began to
rise to the occassion as well. Fore reached out to Stewart and taking HIM
by the hand led him into the Shower stall. It was a large stall and left
plenty of room for both of them. Fore rested his back against one wall and
turning Stewart pulled him close until his back was resting against Fore's
stomach and chest. Stewart could feel the hardness of Fore's nice thickness
and while Fore was no more than six inches long the thickness was a nice
comfotable feeling as it pressed into Stewarts butt cheeks.

Stewart wriggled a little until the hardness was resting in his crack and
with a slight movement managed to close partially his cheeks around the
shaft. Fore had not moved and had instead let Stewart do what he wanted to
do, the feelings Fore was getting from the soft tender skin of his
boyfriends butt were new to him. He had always been a bottom for all his
Johns and he really prefered it that way. He would wait for Stewart to
decide what he wanted to do or be and not push his needs onto him until he
was clear what Stewart wanted.

Stewart revelled in the feeling of Fore's shaft as it lay in his crack and
with his boy friends arms holding him close against his body Stewart was
content to just stay leaning back onto him. It was now a comfort thing to
him and although they were both as hard as a nail they seemed to know that
this was not a passion moment. It became a closeness and loving moment as
they stood under the powerful blast of steaming water that washed away the
horror of the last two days.

Fore reached for the scented soap and began to gently rub it into Stewarts
stomach and chest then worked his way downward slowly until he was
lathering up the small brown bush with its flag pole making it difficult
although erotic. Stewarts moans and wriggling kept Fore rigid in his butt
sheath as Stewarts warm body rubbed him to almost breaking point. With a
super human effort Fore pushed Stewart gently forward until he could kneel
on the shower floor and begin to wash his boys legs in the same soothing
manner as he had done the rest of the young body before him.

The gentle hands running over his soap covered skin sent shivers up
Stewarts spine as Fore worked his magic on his shattered nervous
system. The touch and gentle manner in which Fore treated his body gave
Stewart a sense of belonging in this new world of pain and loss as the
force of the water began to wash away the terror and anguish of the last
few days.

Stewart felt Fores hands on his hips indicating for him to turn around to
face Fore who was still on his knees before him.  The light brushing of
Fore's hair softly caressing his tender ball sack as Fore washed his ankles
and lower legs gave Stewart small shocks of excitment as he rested his
hands on the smooth skin of Fore's shoulders. The whole excercise while it
had an underlying hint of sexuality was never the less soothing in its
almost innocent touching. Stewart felt himself drifting away as the soft
hands did their work and then with a final soft kiss on the tip of his cock
head, Fore stood up and surrounded Stewart in a warm wet hug as he kissed
him full on the lips.

"All done my little Babes."

Stewart opened his eyes to stare into the adoring ones before him and with
a small shudder pressed closer to his saviour.

"Can I wash you Fore?"

"Hmmmm, well Babes I don't know about that, you might get to like doing it
and I'd have to keep you around for a lot longer, but if you insist I
suppose I could handle it."

With that Fore kissed Stewart deeply then turned his back so that Stewart
could begin. A look of pure joy came over Fore's face as he felt those
small soft hands begin to caress his shoulders and back as the water jetted
down onto him.

As Stewart rubbed lower and lower he at last found himself gently massaging
the scented soap into the tight small globes of Fore's butt cheeks. The
silky feeling of the tawny skin under his hands gave Stewart goose bumps as
he ran his fingers over and over the glistening velvety skin.

"You have beautiful skin Fore."

"You should see what it feels like on the inside Babes."

"FORE."

(Giggle) "Yes Babes."

"Well.....I...I...didn't mean it that way."

"Hey sweet one, that's what I'm good for, remember."

"No Fore, not to me you're not."

"What? you dont like my little tight butt?"

Stewart felt his face heat up with a sudden blush as he realised that was
just what he did want. The thought of being able to fit together with Fore
so closely that they became one person and one soul was pounding inside
Stewarts head as his fingers and hands continued to massage that delight of
human flesh.

Fore turned around to face Stewart once again and the dreamy look on his
boyfriends face told his story. The time on the streets had taught Fore a
lot about reading the thoughts of others by their body language and in
order to survive his life, Fore had become very good at it.

Reaching up Fore cupped Stewarts chin in his hand and with a quick bird
like peck on his lips rubbed his thumb tenderly over the peach bloom cheek.

"Hey Babes, I told you before, you don't do anything you don't want to
do. Let me put it this way honey. Do I want to feel you deep inside me all
the time? Yes, Do I love you more than my own life? Yes, Would I ever allow
you to be hurt by anyone or even myself? No, Stewart I love you more than I
have ever loved anyone or anything before, I would never do anything to
lose you. Please my love, I'm a slut boy, I don't pretend to be anything
else but my love for you is without conditions, while it's fun to touch and
kiss if you never want to go any further than that, then that's the way
it'll be."

"But that's just it Fore, I want to do it all with you but I don't know how
to make you feel good, I've never done anything with another person."

"Stewart, just having you to look at gives me a high that no dope will ever
give me, if you want to make me feel good then just stand beside me and
it'll be like a never ending xmas present."

"But I truly want to do things with you but I don't know how."

"Is that all Babes, look the mechanics are simple."

Fore lightly grasped Stewarts hard shaft softly in one hand and partially
turned around while with the other hand patted his silken ass cheeks.

"This!"

Fore clamped a little tighter on Stewarts hard shaft.

"Goes in here."

Fore gave his own butt a hard loud smack.

"See Babes it's simple."

With the final gesture Fore broke into loud laughter which completely undid
Stewarts reserve until he was almost rolling on the floor of the shower as
Fore wriggled his butt that now had a faint inprint of his own hand showing
pinkish on his tawny skin.

Gulping for air Stewart tried to stand again as Fore reached up to turn off
the water and then with a hand on Stewarts elbow led him out of the shower
and wrapped his small lover in a warm dry towel as he proceeded to dry off
this small delight of boyhood that was now his one reason for living.

Fore continued the toweling down until long after Stewart was dry but the
feel of the slim little body under his hands brought to Fore a sense of
peace in what had been a short but ravaging life. He was under no illusions
as to his future should he stay out working the Johns on the streets. As
soon as his looks and body became a little worn it would be harder and
harder to make a living out of his body and even if he avoided the dreaded
virus that killed so many of his kind sooner or later, Fore knew his time
would come.

Now that he had found this boy he had under his hands Fore knew
instinctively he had to leave the debilitating streets and care for his
lover reguardless of his own personal needs. If stewart wanted to keep it
non sexual then that was ok with Fore, Stewarts inner soul was what held
Fore to him and although the thought of mad passionate nights of prolonged
sexual acrobatics was in the background Fore Knew that this was going to be
the only chance he would ever have for true love.

The river of emotions running through Stewarts mind as Fore tenderly rubbed
him dry made him close his eyes and almost begin to hum at the soothing
touch of this tough street boy that had cared for him so well over the last
few days. Stewart felt Fore behind him and leaned back until his body was
resting on Fores chest and then he tilted his head back to rest upon the
strong shoulder of his protector and now lover.

Fore left the towel over Stewarts shoulders as he quickly stepped back and
toweled dry his own body then with a gentle touch removed Stewarts towel
and led him through into the bedroom where he helped him to lay under the
fresh clean blue sheets and then slid in beside him and with a softness the
belied his street background, took Stewart in his arms and pulled his head
down onto his chest until Stewart was wrapped in a cacoon of loving and
protecting arms.

While the erotic nature of the shower had had an effect on both boys it was
not long before the sound of two steady breaths were working in
sycronisation as they drifted off in a dream land of security and comfort.

'Taptap,taptap,tap.'

The repeated code finally worked it's way through Fore's sleep muddled head
causing him to stir carefully so as not to awaken Stewart who had not moved
from his place beside Fore all night. The pixie like look on his young face
made Fore smile as he tried to brush the sleep out of his eyes. The code
came again as he lifted Stewarts head off his chest and slithered gently
from the bed and made his way down to open he door for Terry.

On opening the door Fore looked into Terry's slightly startled eyes and
then, as Terry let a smile form over his face, Fore realised he was still
stark naked and his morning rise was trying to introduce itself to the old
Cop standing there with a laden tray.

"Well If I liked boys you would be my first pick Fore."

For the first time in two years Fore felt embarrassed as he dropped his
hands to cover his morning erection. With a flustered appology Fore turned
and ran for the messanine as he tried to pick up the clothing scattered up
the length of the stairs.

"Hope the sheets didn't suffer to much?"

Scrambling to pull on a pair of briefs that didn't seem to fit, Fore
realised they belonged to Stewart and with a red face reached into the open
bag laying on the floor and gabbed a pair of shorts.

"N...n....nothing happened Terry."

"Ok, if you say so, here's some breakfast, come over to the office when
you're done and lets have a chat."

The amusement in Terry's voice made Fore blush again and with a quiet
'Thank you' he closed the door behind the still grinning Terry.

Placing the breakfast tray on the coffee table Fore went back upstairs to
waken Stewart and with a tender loving kiss on his boyfriends forehead he
stroked the boys chest with gentle fingers until Stewart began to stir
slowly into wakefulness and looked up with unfocused eyes at the vision of
his saviour above him.

"Morning sweetheart, feel like having a feeding frwenzy?"

"Huh?"

"Breakfast is served, my Lord."

"Huh?"

"Get your bum outta bed sexy, time to eat."

Fore leaned down again and gave Stewart a peck on the nose and with a light
giggle wriggled his butt and headed back down the stairs while looking over
his shoulder in what was plainly an invitation to something hotter than
breakfast.

Stewart blinked his eyes as he tried to clear away the sleepiness that had
taken him on a journey of peace and comfort in Fore's arms the night
before. With a deep sigh at the memory of the gentlness of his boyfriend
last night, Stewart slid out of bed and pulled on the briefs Fore had
struggled to make fit in his haste to get decent before Terry's laughing
eyes a few minutes earlier.

Half way down the stairs Stewart felt the pressure of his morning hardon
and ran back up to ease the built up liquid of the night. After shaking off
the last few drops and as his cock deflated a little he returned to make
his way down to where Fore sat back waiting for him. The tent in Fore's
shorts told Stewart that he was not the only one this morning that was
feeling frisky.

Stewart looked at Fore and then realised it was the first time he had seen
his hair untied. The silken strands were hanging loosely down around Fore
face giving his features a framed look like a pageboy hair cut but a little
longer. The reaction in Stewarts nether regions at this sight took
immediate effect and his small tight briefs became instantly uncomfortable.

"Well thats a nice way to say hello."

Fore laughed as he reached over and removed the tray lids covering their
breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs with the wafting mist of fresh
brewed coffee soon had both boys with their mouths full and eyes gleaming
as the food began to take effect on their bodies.

"We have to go see Terry when we're done with this, Babes."

"Ogrmph"

"Don't talk with your mouth half full Babes, fill it right up."

With a huge gulp Stewart cleared his mouth anough to speak.

"I said, Ok."

"Oh is that what it was, sounded more like....ogrmph, to me."

With a cheeky grin on his face Stewart forked up a whole egg and stuffed it
into his mouth letting a little of the golden yolk dribble down his chin.

"So you don't really love me Fore."

The words had to wait to come out until the egg had been swallowed in large
gulps.

"WHAT? Babes I told you I love you more than my life....why would you think
I didn't?"

"Cause you haven't cleaned the yolk off my chin."

With a gleeful laugh Fore leaned over the table and licked the yolk from
Stewarts chin but instead of stopping there he moved his tongue upwards
until it was teasing Stewarts egg covered lips. Fore mumbled around his
projecting tongue.

"Open for Daddy."

Stewart immediately opened his lips and with the sound of a vacuum cleaner
sucked Fore's tongue inside then with a final twinkle in his eye bit
lightly down on the warm wet tonsil tickler that made Fore jump with the
eroticism of the act.

"Ohh, boyfriend you gonna pay for that one."

Fore tried to sound hurt but the laughter in his eyes and the betraying
grin told Stewart they had just taken the next step in their relationship.

Finally and with not a little bit of side play the two boys finished their
breakfast and after putting on some respectable clothes carried their trays
down to the office and after asking Terry where the kitchen was, took the
dirty dishes through and placed them into the dish washer and returned to
where Terry sat in his small side office.

Terry looked smilingly at Stewart.

"So boy my sheets still clean?"

Stewart felt his face melt under the heat of the blush although he knew
nothing had gone on during the night but the thought of this old cop
thinking they had done 'IT' last night was to much for him.

Terry laughed at Stewarts reddened face and then changed into a serious
expression.

"Ok, guys, time to get serious. I'm going to take you out to my shed where
I keep a couple of things to give you a fighting chance. Nate rang me this
morning and they've got you organised to have your locators fitted this
afternoon. We're going to spend a couple of hours so you can learn to use
the weapons for your protection. Now remember no one is to know you have
them. If someone finds out then I don't know nothing about them, is that Ok
with you two?"

Fore took the lead again as Stewart sat quietly beside him.

"Yes sure Terry, I know what you're doing for us isn't legal but,
well....thanks a heap."

"Look Fore, I've seen as much on the street in my time as you have, what
you boys are trying to do is a full grown mans job, the least I can do is
to give you a fighting chance."

"Well thanks again Terry, we won't let you dwown."

"If I thought you would Fore then you wouldn't be sitting here now. Ok let
me have that tonka toy of yours."

Fore took out the small Barretta and handed it over to Terry who had opened
a drawer in the desk beside him. Shuffling around in the drawer terry gave
an impercetable grunt and lifted out a small leather holtser.

"This should fit ok, now Stewart this is for you, it's an ankle holster so
you're going to have to wear long pants or jeans all the time to cover
it. It's spring loaded so this toy will come out easily and no one will see
it down there."

Stewart looked at the dull gleam of the metal and the softness of the pale
brown leather of the holster and a small shiver went down his spine at the
coldness of the items.

"Now Fore I've had a think about something for you and at first thought I
was going to give you a Glock 9mm but it's to hard to keep out of sight so
I think this little one will do."

Terry reached into the drawer again and took out a short barreled revolver.

"This is a Colt .38 snub noise, I'm going to give you some ammo for it that
is strictly illegal but at least it will stop anyone trying to get to
either of you so you have to be real careful with it, Ok?'

Fore looked down at the small pistol and even though it looked not much
bigger than the Barretta it had a lethal look to it that sent a shudder
through Fore's young body.

Terry held up a cartridge, it had a flattened lead nose and the brass
casing gleamed brightly in the sunlight drifting through the open window
behind Terry.

"I make these myself so no one is to know where they came from if they see
them on you. Right now we'll go out the back and I'll show you how to sort
these little buggers out."

Terry rose with the two boys and made their way through the back door of
the office and within ten steps were at the door of a concrette shed about
thirty feet long and ten feet wide.

"This has been sound proofed so you two can bang away as much as you like,
no pun intened."

The boys felt the slight blush come to their faces at terry's words.

Terry unlocked the heavy padlock and swung the door open for them to
enter. Inside The boys saw a small steel work bench set in one corner with
a cupboard bolted to the wall above it. A large steel cabinet was fitted
into the corner and reached from floor to ceiling with another heavy
padlock on the door. When the overhead flouro lights came on the boys saw
that the rest of the shed was bare except for two sets of wirse running the
length of the shed just below the support beams.

At the end was a steel plate bolted to the wall with a large sand box on
the floor below it. On each side wall was a small wooden table with a set
of ear muffs and safety glasses hanging on hooks above them. A painted
white line ran from one wall across to the other.

With a solid 'Clunk' the heavy steel door closed shut behind them and Terry
drew a short steel bar across it making it impossible for any unwanted
people to come in while the boys were inside.

Terry began to give the boys a safety talk about handling the weapons and
his own rules while in the shooting range, then he went through the
features of each gun and how they were to look after them and keep them
clean. The boys stood there taking in every word and Terry was impressed
that they had no need to be told anything twice as he tested their memory
after each instruction.

With a final warning about safety terry opened the large cabinet and took
from it two small boxes of ammunition and placed them one on each table and
then took from a large stack of paper, two targets about 12" wide and 18"
long with a large black dot in the middle.

Clipping the two targets into the pegs on the wires Terry wound the handle
in the center and the targets ran down to the far wall until they rested
hard against the steel plate.

"Ok boys, show me your safety check."

Fore and Stewart took up the two guns from where they lay on the side
tables and with a little stumbling opened them up to show that they were
not loaded. Fore laid the Colt on the table with the chamber open and
Stewart placed the empty magazine beside his small Barretta with the slide
pulled back to reveal an empty chamber.

"Good, now Fore take five rounds from that box and place them in the
chamber but don't close it yet."

Fore followed the order to the letter, his hands shaking a little nervously
as the realisation hit him that this small brass cylinder with it's lead
head was indeed a killer.

"Now Stewart take your magazine and load it like I showed you but only put
five rounds in, OK?"

"Yes Terry."

Stewart noticed that while Fore's hand had shaken his was steady and dry as
he slipped the small bullets into the magazine and laid it beside the
waiting pistol.

"Right Fore, take your gun and leave the chamber open, let it hang down
facing the floor by your side and step up to the white line facing the
target down there with your toes paralell to the line."

Fore took up the gun as instructed and took his place an the line.

"Stewart take your gun in one hand and the magazine in the other and stand
beside Fore on the line."

When both boys were in position Stewart glanced over at his boyfriend and
noticed a small bead of perspiration on his top lip and his gun hand
shaking very slightly.

"Ok guys, we dont have time to teach you all the book laws about how you
should stand and all that sort of thing so I want you to get yourselves
comfortable and feel as though you can fire those without to much effort."

The boys shuffled a little until they felt comfortable.

"Right Fore, close your cylinder and bring the gun up to shoulder height
and try to relax. Stewart, PLace your magazine in the butt and leave your
chamber open then take the same postion as Fore."

Both boys followed the instructions, albeit a little nervously.

"Good, you guys are naturals. Now When I tell you to shoot pull your
earmuffs over your ears with your free hand and then don't try to aim but
just fire away at the targets on the end wall until the gun is
empty. Ready?"

The boys nodded.

"Fire when ready boys."

The boys lowered their rear muffs and Fore was the first to start
shooting. He held the small snub nose with both hands as Terry had shown
him and followed his instructions to use his line of sight to shoot at the
target while trying to squeeze the trigger and not jerk it like he had been
told. Stewart had not started shooting but was standing and staring down
the length of the range with the tiny Barretta held up before his face
cocked and ready.

As Fore fired off his last shot Stewart began to lower his arms until he
was looking down the short length of the little gun and with a smoothness
that startled Terry fired off the five shots in a steady beat and without
the gun wavering one inch from in front of his face. At the last shot
Stewart let out a deep sigh and after removing the magazine dropped his arm
down by his side the same as Fore had done.

"Stewart, have you used a pistol before?"

"No Terry, this's the first time I ever had a gun in my hand."

"Why did you wait so long before you pulled the trigger?"

"I....I...well..I was looking at the target and this picture of the Tiger
sort of covered it and then I felt I had to get rid of it."

"Ok, well lets see what the damage is."

Terry wound the targets back to where the three of them stood and as he saw
Stewarts he gasped and looked again at this young teenager. There before
Stewart was the five small holes almost in the center of the black spot and
they could be covered by an open hands span. On Fore's target they were
spread more widely but two of them had hit the black edge and the others
were around the white edging.

Terry looked at the two boys.

"Well I can see you're going to hit anything you aim at at least, Stewart
if you can do that again then at worst he is going to be a very sick guy
and Fore thats a good grouping for that little snub nose, just make sure
you aim at the largest area of any guy that tries anything. Don't try to
get fancy like the TV movies, just point at his chest and fire, those other
loads I'll give you will stop him solid if you hit him anywhere."

Terry went to the wall cabinet and took out three more boxes of ammunition
and placed them on the tables in front of the boys.

"I've got some work to do in the office, I want you both to use all this up
and practise, keep it slow and steady and no fooling around, these things
may just be you're life savers one day. I know you won't let me down so
I'll leave you now to get on with it."

With that said terry turned and let himself out of the door with
instructions to lock it again behind him. Once alone the two boys looked at
each other and as if in silent agreement set about their task.

Once the two of them had finally finished all the boxes they looked around
and without another thought went to the bench and looked through the
drawers until they found a cleaning outfit and stripped their weapons and
began cleaning them. When all was clean and shining they set about picking
up the spent casings and placed them in the the steel box beside the bench.
The two straightened up after this last chore and then heard the sound of a
telephone ringing closeby. Fore started at the first ring and then turning
saw for the first time the telephone attached to the side of the large
cabinet, he went over and picked up the reciever.

"Hello?"

"How are you getting on Fore?"

It was Terry.

"We've finished and cleaned the guns and picked up the casings."

"Thats great Fore, I like a tidy range, no chance for accidents if
everything is neat. You better both come and have some lunch, Nate will be
here in an hour to take you for your fittings and to introduce you to the
others."

"Ok Terry, we're on our way now, what about the guns, do you want us to
leave them here until later?"

"No Fore, you carry them at all times, even when you're in bed keep them
under your pillows. Come to the office now and we'll load them here, I've
done some alterations on Stewarts ammo as well, it'll give him a better
chance."

Fore led Stewart out of the door and after relocking the padlock they made
their way to where Terry was standiung in the doorway waiting for them.

"Ok boys lets get them loaded first then we eat."

Terry reached for Stewarts small automatic and took from his pocket seven
small bullets and on closer inspection Stewart saw that the ends had a
small hole drilled into them. Lifting an eyebrow in Terry's direction in
query.

"It's called a dum dum not much time to do anything else at this stage but
it will help it spread when it hits anything."

Terry quickly loaded Stewarts magazine and with a smooth action slid it
into the butt of the Barretta then took from his pocket five of the larger
bullets for Fore's snub nose. The ends had a small dab of what looked like
blue paint on them.

"These are similar Fore but I had plenty of time to do them. That blue on
the end is a thin layer of plastic, underneath is the hole and thats filled
with liquid fulminite, just a couple of drops but when it hits it explodes
and makes sure the target doesn't want to fight back. Now guys I know this
is all pretty grim but remember it's your lives here, these bastards are
trying to kill you, you have to be ready for them."

Both the boys nodded as it finally sank in that this was a real situation
and not TV anymore as Terry handed back their weapons and for Fore a small
clipon holster for his belt.

"Put the holster at the back Fore, right in the center so you can sit
comfortably, it'll be a bit strange for a while but you'll get used to it
soon. Let's see your ankle holster Stewart. Yeah thats looks good. Ok you
two lets eat."

The three of them moved into Terry's private quarters and sat at the preset
table where Terry had laid out a light lunch for them.

Stewart never once took his eyes off Fore as they ate and the nervous
butterflies in his stomach refused to settle as he force fed himself with
the fresh salad and ham.

They had just finished helping terry to clear away the dishes when they
heard the bell in reception ringing. Nate had arrived for the boys, it was
time to really start to accept what they had suggested to bring the
Tigermen to justice.


TO BE CONTINUED...