Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2015 16:50:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: When Boys Love  VI

This is the first chapter of a story titled A TUTOR AND MORE which was last
posted on Nifty 2.25.05. There are 3 chapters, feel free to go there.

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They were an unlikely couple from the get go. I mean, you know how you look
at some couples and go, like, NO FUCKING WAY. That is just the way people
would have reacted to the idea of Nathan and Tiger being together. They
seemed like complete opposites; the only real apparent similarities were
that they were both just under fifteen years old and boys.

Nathan came from a family in the upper socio-economic level, that is, one
with money and class. Like many children in such families, he was very
pleasing to the eye; he carried his usually well dressed five foot seven
slender frame well and seemed to fit in no matter where he was, his shorter
dark hair almost always in place, the light colored new age braces on his
soon to be perfect teeth hardly noticeable. He had a certain twinkle in his
blue gray eyes that made girls his age itch in places they didn't want to
talk about. While the family money could buy Nathan practically anything he
wanted or needed, it couldn't buy him brains, or at least a way to improve
the abilities of the ones he already owned. Sweet, cute, even-tempered,
Nathan's grades verged on pathetic. It wasn't that he didn't try but was
more like he couldn't seem to focus, at least for the past couple of years,
because his earlier grades had been good.

Tiger on the hand came from lower class people, that is, poor. He was a lot
of things that Nathan wasn't; short at a stocky five two, dirty blonde hair
that always seemed too long and unruly. While his face was smooth, he could
have benefited from the same braces that Nathan wore except that there was
no way in hell Tiger's mom could afford them on the wages that either of
her two jobs paid. Emerald green eyes were his most dominant feature and
that may have provided yet another similarity. Girls found those eyes very
intriguing but his smart mouth, surly behavior and bad boy attitude
generally prevented anyone from finding out what he was really
like. Overall he could be considered to be cute, in a rakish sort of
way. His one saving grace was that he was almost brilliant. Where Nathan
had difficulties with schoolwork, tiger had none at all placing him at the
top of every class with what appeared to be relative ease.

The boy's opposite approaches to school was how they came to be together
but was not their first encounter. That was a totally different matter.
Nathan's family had recently moved to the mid sized town where tiger had
lived for the past six months, and Nathan's father commuted into the city
every few days to manage the family businesses while the rest of the time
he managed it from his home office. Tiger was doing what he usually did,
wandering around minding his own business one chilly spring day and came
across a small group of people, the center of which was a taller well
dressed boy. Tiger assessed the situation immediately and although not a
hero by any means, he often went with the underdog. It was a position he
was acutely aware of on a number of levels.

As he approached, Tiger could see that the boy's lip was bleeding.  Further
more, he could tell that unless he intervened in the process the
well-dressed boy would get hurt even more. It was a three to one situation,
the three being known by Tiger and other kids as bullies of sorts. The odds
didn't bother Tiger in the least. Growing up poor he was no stranger to
scrapping. As he got closer still, a variety of scenarios played themselves
out in his head so that when he finally spoke, he was ready.

"A little unfair isn't it?" he said. The whole group turned and the leader
of the three retorted with a sneer,

"What's it to you stumpy?" The bully's two friends thought that was pretty
funny, nodding their heads and mumbling "yeah" under their breath. The
leader then stepped forward toward Tiger and with both hands attempted to
push Tiger's chest, except that Tiger wasn't there. He dropped to his right
knee; the left foot still firmly planted on the sidewalk, and brought his
closed right fist in an uppercut between the boy's legs. If he'd lashed out
straight, Tiger would have been more prone to hit the kid's cock and not
the desired target, soft teenage balls. Coming up underneath guaranteed a
direct hit that doubled the kid over. Standing straight up, both hands held
tight together, Tiger caught the boy under the chin, snapping his head
backwards. He was barely upright when he spun on his right foot and snapped
the left one out in a roundhouse kick that caught a second boy behind the
knee, causing the kid to topple to the concrete. He allowed his body to
follow through with that motion and landed in a back stance, right side
facing the third boy who simply looked stupid. There was a pause while the
other boy's brain tried to assimilate what had happened in less than ten
seconds. When he did come to his senses he put both hands out in front of
himself, palms out, in the I don't want no trouble gesture.

Tiger relaxed and turned to the Nathan and asked if he was okay.  Nathan
said that he was and started to thank Tiger who only said, "Good," and
started to walk away as though nothing at all had happened, rather like the
lone ranger.

"Wait," Nathan called after him then walked fast to catch up with his
savior. "Really, thank you, I appreciate what you did for me."

"No problem," Tiger responded while continuing walking without turning to
face the boy he'd rescued.

"Can you just wait a second," Nathan said, exasperation in his voice. Tiger
stopped and turned,

"What?" he asked. "You wanna be best friends or sumthin? I don't have time
and I don't need friends," he turned and resumed his stroll without looking
back leaving Nathan standing alone on the sidewalk with his arms dangling
at his side.

It was another two weeks before the boys were finally introduced formally
and it was for completely different reasons. In an attempt to help to help
his son get at least average grades, Nathan's father met with a school
counselor in the hope of gaining a tutor for the boy. The counselor was
familiar with Tiger's brains and the boy's financial straits and loner
status. Because Nathan's father was willing to pay handsomely for tutoring
services, the counselor figured that she might be able to help Tiger out at
the same time, assuming that he would even be open to
tutoring. Mrs. Cartman told Nathan's father that she had a student in mind,
would talk to the student and have that student contact Mr. Daniels and
they could make whatever arrangements suited them.

So it was that Tiger found himself standing on the front steps of a
two-story brick colonial in a neighborhood that, under other circumstances,
he might find himself getting arrested for loitering in. One side of the
huge double doors opened and a woman, obviously a maid, said,

"May I help you?"

"I'm spose to be meeting Mr. Daniels," Tiger said, not feeling the least
bit intimidated. The maid ushered him into the large open foyer then down a
wide hallway where she knocked on a half opened door.

"Come," a deep voice called from the other side. The maid stepped to the
side and waved Tiger in.

Not a huge room, it was none-the-less large. A huge Cherry wood desk
dominated one corner where a middle-aged man was getting up from his
seat. Coming around the end, he held out a hand toward Tiger, offering a
shake.

"You must be Tiger," he said with an easy open smile, "Paul Daniels. Have a
seat please," he said indicating a couple of over stuffed leather chairs
situated around a small coffee table about ten feet in front of a large
fireplace that was laid but not lit. Tiger glanced around quickly as he
walked toward the chair and sat, impressed with the floor to ceiling
bookshelves that housed a great many leather bound volumes as well as
framed pictures, some of which appeared to be family, other more
business. The look about was not lost on Mr. Daniels.

"Do you like to read?" the man asked and Tiger responded that he spent a
few hours behind the printed page when he had free time and when asked what
he'd read the boy rattled of a variety of classics which included the
Hornblower series and Dante's Inferno. Mr. Daniels responded that sounded
pretty impressive but was interrupted by another light knock on the
door. Tiger turned to see the maid coming toward them with a tray that
contained large glasses of milk along with what looked and smelled like
fresh brownies. She set them on the table between the two chairs then asked
if there was anything else Mr. Daniels required.

"No, thank you Millie, please have Nathan come see me when he gets home."
As the maid left Mr. Daniels indicated to Tiger to help himself.

"I'm guessing that Mrs. Cartman explained what I needed so lets get down to
it. My son Nathan's grades have gone down the toilet in the past two
years. I need someone to tutor him and my thought is that another student
might be worth a try, since his last tutor was an adult and the two never
did get along. I understand that you may be the brightest kid in your class
so I'm hoping that you'll be able to help us out. For my part, I'll pay you
ten dollars an hour, would like you to spend a couple of hours a day with
Nathan, more if you'd like. I fully understand that every single minute
you're together won't be spent on studying and that's all right as long as
some work gets done. If you need to get to and from the library or some
other place as part of your studies I will make sure you get what you
need. I'd like to see Nathan get at least C's, anything higher than that
would be well received and as well as rewarded. How does it sound so far?"

Tiger's brain had been assimilating the information as fast as Paul Daniels
put it out there. Overall it translated to about three hundred dollars a
month, more money than he'd ever had at his disposal ever. Of course it
meant spending a lot of time with another person who he may or may not get
along with and at that point in time he was thinking that he'd get saddled
with a spoiled brat but for that kind of money he'd manage. Tiger had
purposely not allowed himself to get close to anyone since he was eleven
and his mother moved them away from his best friend Mike. He'd known and
loved Mike for as long as he could remember, missed him horribly those
first months, and decided that he would not allow himself to get that drawn
in again, nor would he allow someone else to take Mike's place in his,
Tiger's, heart. No, it would be a job, nothing more, nothing less.

"I can live with it Mr. Daniels," Tiger informed the man who responded that
he was pleased and reached out to shake hands on the deal. Truth be told
Tiger was impressed with Paul Daniels. The man treated him like an adult,
an equal who didn't bullshit around and if the son were even remotely close
in temperament then the job would be a piece of cake.

The front door opened then shut and as a figure passed by the door to the
den Paul called out, "In here son." The door nudged open and in walked
Nathan who stopped short when he got closer to where his father and Tiger
were sitting and recognized the young teen. The look on Tigers' face was
one rarely associated with the boy who worked hard at not showing
surprise. This time he failed.  The look on both boys' faces was not lost
on Paul Daniels at all.

"Do you two know each other?" he asked, looking from one boy to the
other. Tiger, rarely at a loss for words, recovered quickly.

"Yeah, we seen each other around but never really talked." Although Nathan
was nodding his head in agreement Paul wasn't buying it. The look of shock
was too much for such a simple answer but Paul wasn't one to press his
son. If it were something important he believed he'd hear about it one way
or the other. Instead he introduced the boys who shook hands in welcome.

"Tiger has agreed to tutor you Nathan, can I assume that you will
co-operate in this endeavor?" Nathan nodded his head in the
affirmative. "Good," Paul said. Then to Tiger, "You're on the payroll as of
right now. Nathan, why don't you show Tiger the house and you guys figure
out how you're going to approach this problem." He turned and went back to
his desk as the boys headed for the door.

"Oh, Tiger, please stop in and see me before you leave so I know what the
general plan is and we can agree on when to pay you." and went back to his
work. Nathan gave Tiger a tour of the house that ended in Nathan's room,
possibly the largest bedroom Tiger had ever seen. In fact it was larger
than most living rooms the boy had ever been in. A corner room, it had
large windows on two sides, a fireplace on another wall, its own bathroom,
and walk-in closet with fully built in dresser drawers. The king sized bed,
two sitting chairs with table, and wall of shelves that held a variety of
things including a computer system with a huge new flat panel screen did
nothing to actually fill the space. Tiger was impressed and that made two
times in one day, a record for the teen who played it close to the chest at
all times.

And so, that is how Nathan and Tiger's lives became inexorably entwined.


"I just don't seem to get it," Nathan said as he came into the room, a
towel wrapped around his slender waist, another one being rubbed vigorously
on his hair.

"Aaww quit whining ya pussy," Tiger replied, tossing a shoe at his friend,
the latter dodging the projectile with ease and coming up next to his faux
antagonist. Nathan leaned casually on Tiger's shoulder and listened as the
boy read some lines from a textbook on the desk. Nathan turned and walked
away, repeating the words, complete with inflection that Tiger had just
read off to him.

"See, I said you could do it and you did," he told Nathan, pride evident in
his voice, watching as the other boy pulled a pair of boxers from a drawer
in his closet, headed back into the bedroom proper and stopped to pull the
underwear up underneath the towel. Tiger watched while Nathan continued to
recite lines as he went through the ritual of readjusting himself after
taking the towel off. Nathan went through this clothes-changing routine at
least a couple times per week, seeming to not be bothered by the fact that
Tiger was present. Tiger hadn't seen Nathan completely nude, well the front
at least. Nathan tended to drop his underwear in his clothes hamper on the
way to his shower, walking the latter ten feet or so naked, his slim butt
swaying as he walked.

Tiger wasn't bothered by Nathan's casual attitude, which he had exhibited
almost from day one almost three months earlier. It was just a part of who
Nathan was. Tiger had not matched his friends' behavior, for a variety of
reasons. Mostly though, it was because Nathan had never been to Tiger's
apartment nor had tiger spent the night at Nathan's so there was no reason
for him to get undressed in the other boy's presence. And it wasn't that he
was particularly shy about his body. Short and stocky he was, fat he was
not. His was a solid body inherited from a solid father. He was well
defined, had spent many hours working out at local Y's and other places
that he could manage to sneak into. Beneath the waist was nothing to be
ashamed of either, although he often wished his six and a quarter inch cock
was just a little longer.

He reflected for a moment on Nathan and the friendship that had blossomed,
and it was a friendship. It hadn't been real easy in the beginning. Tiger
didn't want friends but found himself unavoidably attracted to the
teenager's easygoing attitude, winning smile and great sense of humor. The
real breakthrough had come about three weeks after the tutoring began and
the boys were snacking in Nathan's bedroom after some cramming for a test
the next day.

"You know, I always wondered why you didn't say anything to my father that
first day about saving my life with those boys."

Tiger shrugged his shoulders. "Since he didn't bring it up and neither did
you I figured that you hadn't told him about it and if that was the case
you had a good reason and it wasn't my place to screw that up. Besides I
didn't save your life, you are such a drama queen." This was all said with
a typical Tiger edge, which didn't faze Nathan at all.

"Well, I never thanked you for it. You're right, he doesn't know and I
don't want him to. It would just another reason for him to feel
disappointed in me."  This lead to a discussion about whether or not Paul
really did feel disappointment in his son, which led to a discussion about
the father that Tiger never really knew but missed none-the-less, if not
personally then as a male figure in his life.

For Nathan's part getting through Tiger's rough exterior had been a
trial. Tiger had been clear that the tutoring was a job, nothing more. It
didn't mean that they were going to hang out together at school or anything
else for that matter. But Nathan had been persistent, putting up with
Tiger's surliness and sharp tongue. The night he asked Tiger the big
question was a turning point in his mind as well because Tiger took the
time to explain some things about himself, the most Nathan had ever found
out about the quasi-mysterious boy. Nathan found himself becoming attracted
to Tiger but on a more involved level than what was reciprocal. Nathan
found Tiger slowly become a part of his jack off fantasies, various
scenarios playing themselves out in his young mind until he coaxed his
slender hard cock into squirting out the nectar of his balls. He envisioned
sucking on Tiger's hard cock, letting Tiger suck on his and his latest
dream had been one where Tiger fucked him, driving that rock hard cock
(which was huge in Nathan's dreams) deep into Nathan's starving ass.

Nathan was a virgin so had no real idea what any of that was all about,
only that he thought he wanted to try it and with tiger. The boy had
thought for some time that he might be bi-sexual but was having some
difficulty resolving the issue in his own mind. And that is when he started
having difficulties in school as well. Hell, he could do the work; it's
just that the other thing seemed to take up so much of his waking
thoughts. With the coming of Tiger into his life, Nathan's sexuality issue
was resolved. He knew now that he was gay, period end of story and he
accepted it. And it wasn't that he dreamed of having a love life with
Tiger, just that Tiger's presence and persona gave Nathan a focal point for
his sexuality. Nathan knew he was meant to be with guys and he sort of
hoped that his first guy would be Tiger.

So, Nathan's grades improved, slowly and deliberately. He wanted to keep
Tiger around for awhile, he needed to find out if there was any chance at
all that the boy would be open to a physical relationship. All Nathan had
to do was set things up and that is how he started the partial strip shows
and since Tiger didn't make any comments about it (no comments being a
positive thing) then Nathan began to figure there was a chance. He hadn't
invited Tiger to spend the night yet but decided that it was time to do
just that.

The problem got resolved in a round about way that was natural and not
instigated by Nathan. As Tiger was leaving the house one night Paul called
him into his office.

"I haven't had time to tell you Tiger about how pleased I am that things
are going so well with you and Nathan. His grades have improved steadily
and it seems like you two are becoming friends of sorts. I know Millie
thinks highly of you and that's no easy task believe me, but Sheila and I
both enjoy your presence in the house as well. You've been nothing but
respectful and honorable and it allows our home to run that much more
efficiently. So, on that note, I thank you. On the business end of it,
because Nathan's grades have improved you'll find something extra in your
next check." Tiger started to respond that it wasn't necessary but Paul
simply waved his concerns away.

"Nathan may have mentioned that my wife and I are celebrating our twentieth
wedding anniversary next weekend and along with Nathan are going out to
dinner in the city at La Perouse. We'd like you to join us. Since it will
be late, we'll be spending the night and returning the following morning."
While not exactly a gourmand, Tiger knew that the restaurant in question
was one of the most exclusive in the state. He also knew it was coat and
tie which he didn't own. Paul caught the hesitation in Tiger's eyes,
quickly and correctly assessing the situation.

"You're probably thinking that you don't have anything to wear. Well, it's
time for Nathan to be fitted again so how about if you go together to do
that. Nathan has excellent taste and will help you pick out something
adequate for most occasions. I'll be picking up the tab so you don't have
to worry about that part of it." Once again Tiger started to protest but
was politely silenced.

"One. Would you like to attend with us?" Tiger simply nodded his head.
"Believe me Tiger, the changes that you've helped my son make are more than
worth the paltry amount of money that I'll spend putting some clothes on
your back. It's a gift I have no qualms about giving. Besides, all men need
to have at least one set of Sunday go to meetin clothes. We'll speak no
more of it. You and Nathan go over to Stephenson's and get fitted one day
after school."

The day of the trip finally arrived. Everyone's dress clothes were placed
in travel bags and laid flat in the huge trunk of the Rolls, an eighties
series Silver Spur that Paul preferred over the newer cars which he felt
were too look-alike and lacked character. Tiger had never seen a Rolls
Royce let alone ridden in one and after being in the back seat of that one
for ten minutes decided that he definitely wanted more out of life than
he'd originally thought.

Two hours later they checked into their suite, still another impressive
moment in the young teen's life. And it wasn't just the suite but whole
doorman, fawning manager thing as well. The suite however was something
else. A huge living room with grand piano in one corner it had floor to
ceiling windows that looked out over the city from thirty floors up. A
large crystal vase was filled with a huge bouquet of flowers, many of them
tropical.  It had a full kitchen and two bedrooms, one on each side of the
unit and both with their own bathroom and Jacuzzi style tubs.  A knock at
the door got everyone's immediate attention and when Paul called out to
enter, a tuxedo's white gloved server came in with a cart that contained a
medium sized bowl of Beluga with a variety of crackers and two bottles of
champagne chilling in buckets.

"May I sir?" the server asked and when Paul nodded his head the man pulled
out four crystal goblets that appeared to have been chilled. He then popped
the cork on a bottle of bubbly, poured a small amount into a goblet and
handed it to Paul to taste. Paul nodded his head and the waiter filled his
glass then the other three and handed them gently to Sheila and each of the
boys.

"Will there be anything else sir?" the man asked in a very dignified
manner. Paul told him no, thank you and the server left. When everyone had
a glass of champagne Paul called for a toast to his wife and their
marriage, everyone clinked glasses and sipped. Tiger had never been much of
a drinker. Sure, he'd dabbled a few times but preferred to have a clear
head. It was the same with drugs, limiting his experimentation in that
arena to pot. He watched the others before taking a small sip, which seemed
to create a bubbly feeling in his nose. He watched too as they spread small
amounts of the tiny black eggs on a cracker and nibbled at them. Turned out
it wasn't something he liked much.

Of course the Daniels all knew that Tiger most likely didn't have a lot, if
any, experience with any of that so helped him along gently, explaining
that caviar really took getting used to, as did the champagne, both going
down easier when taken in small amounts. He followed their lead and along
with Nathan explored the rooms that made up their day's lodging. The two
boys sat down at the baby grand and Nathan showed Tiger how to play the
bottom to heart and soul, then showed him a basic 12 bar blues riff. When
left to play alone, Tiger tossed out a fair little rendition of a current
blues tune from the top 40 list causing all of the Daniels to pause and
listen. The second bottle of champagne got opened and the adults retired to
their room, closing the door after them but not before reminding the boys
that they needed to be ready to go in about an hour. The boys went to their
room and closed the door as well.

Tiger was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, his face a little
flushed, his equilibrium a little bit skewed. He giggled when he told
Nathan how he felt and the latter smiled knowingly.

"It'll go away before dinner, especially after you take a shower. Meanwhile
take some clothes off, it'll help." The tall slender boy immediately kicked
off his shoes, undid his pants and let them drop then tugged his shirt off
and stood in the middle of the room clad only in boxers and socks, the wine
glass back in his hand. Tiger laughed and went through the same ritual only
he wore a pair of white cotton briefs, which, Nathan noticed, he seemed to
fill out nicely. The boys toasted, clinking their glasses, spilling a
little wine, then took sips, all the while with their heads in the air and
giving off a faux snooty demeanor.

They carried on in that manner for a good five minutes until the wine was
gone then collapsed on the king sized bed giggling like schoolgirls.

"This is kinda fun," Tiger said, looking into Nathan's eyes. "I'm glad your
parents invited me to come along."

"I'm glad you came," Nathan responded and then in a smaller softer voice,
"I'm really glad you came with us." There was tension in the air as both
boys looked into each other's eyes. Nathan wanted so badly to kiss Tiger
but was afraid of how the boy might react. Tiger was filled with all kinds
of conflicting emotions that he couldn't quite put a finger on although one
of those things was his cock stirring.

"So," he said, reaching out and poking Nathan in the chest and thus
breaking the mood, "who gets the shower first."  They rolled off the bed
and padded into the bathroom for another look-see.

"Damn, the thing's big enough for both of us and still have room for a
basketball team." Tiger said.

"Common," Nathan urged, "lets just do it at the same time."

"Are we pressed for time?"

"Well, maybe a little bit since it's gonna take forever to dress you."

"Aww, I dunno Nathan," Tiger said with skepticism in his voice. He'd
showered with boys in PE or at public pools before, even skinny-dipped
during the summers with friends at local watering holes but he'd been a
little younger then. This seemed sort of...weird in some way. On the other
hand he'd done some other kinds of things with other boys when he was
younger so really, how big a deal was this.

Nathan resolved the issue, at least for himself. "Common, I'll wash your
back and give you a back rub and you know how good a job I do of that."
With that he dropped his boxers, peeled of his socks with his toes and
reached in side the large stall and turned the water on. When he turned
sideways to lean in and adjust the water Tiger got a glimpse of his cock,
hanging gentle between pale thighs.

If it hadn't been for the wine he probably wouldn't have but it loosened
his inhibitions enough, to think "Oh what the fuck" to himself. He pulled
his briefs down to his ankles, kicked them away and peeled his socks off
just as Nathan entered the shower and began rinsing off.  There was another
showerhead at the other end so Tiger went to it and began rinsing down and
when he turned to rinse his back off Nathan was facing him and washing his
hair. Because his eyes seemed closed, Tiger took a look between his
friend's legs and was a little bit surprised at the sausage hanging there,
as well as the balls underneath it.

"Geez" he thought to himself, "I bet that thing goes seven inches or more
when it's hard."  He reached for the shampoo on a ledge and went about
washing his hair, which had been tastefully trimmed up just for this
trip. And, it had been his own idea, not Paul's or Nathan's although he'd
gone to their stylist. He backed up under the spray and rinsed his hair.

Across the six-foot plus expanse of shower stall Nathan took a good look at
his friend. Fuck what a body Tiger had. He look firm as a rock and in fact
was, as Nathan had found out on a few occasions they had wrestled or he'd
given Tiger a back rub. His belly was totally flat and sloped gently into
his pubic bone, the creases for his hipbone connection very clearly
defined. Although his patch of hair was flattened by the water, Nathan
could tell that it was still mostly settled in at the base of his pride and
joy, much like his own fuzz, and spread out to the hip creases like some
boys. His cock was beautiful; everything that Nathan had dreamed it would
be, from the slender shaft down to the perfectly shaped circumcised
head. Tiger's balls hung nicely underneath his boyhood in a smooth and
hairless sac, again, very similar to Nathan's. He realized that his cock
had started to rise so squirted a handful of soap into his hands and turned
to face the wall and began sudsing himself down.

Nathan didn't know that Tiger had seen him looking at him through his
fingers, practically staring at his naked body. Nor did he fail to see that
his friends dick and started to get hard. He wondered what that was about
since the same thing had happened to him lying on the bed with Nathan and
in fact it was stirring a bit right then although not quite like Nathan's
had.  He began soaping himself down while he snuck glimpses of Nathan's
slender little butt, then his fingers tips as he washed his nuts and the
area where his thighs met. Nathan started to turn so Tiger went about doing
his legs and when he stood up Nathan's back was a little bit arched as the
boy had reached around behind himself and was soaping his asshole. Nathan
looked up and saw Tiger looking at him while accomplishing the same task.

"Must have a clean little asshole," Nathan said in a good imitation of a
teacher at school with a particularly grating voice. Once rinsed Nathan
approached Tiger and told him to turn around and when the boy did as he was
asked, Nathan began rubbing into his neck and shoulder muscles, using soap
as a moisturizer. Tiger groaned out loud at his friend's ministrations as
he moved down tigers' spine and just barely onto the twin orbs of a
delicious looking boy-ish butt. Then back up he went, spending time on the
shoulders and neck for a few minutes and then all too soon, it was
over. Nathan took the liberty of patting Tiger's ass, discovering that the
orbs were as firm as the rest of his body.

"There ya go sporto." He said with a smile

"Want me to do you?" Tiger asked innocently. Nathan's eyes flickered
quickly at Tiger's groin then back up and the movement was not lost in the
process nor was the unintended double meaning.

"Maybe later," he said as he shut the water off, climbed out of the shower
and began drying off, followed by a slightly perplexed Tiger, who started
doing the same. Once dried off, Nathan pulled a bottle of body talc from
his shower kit and dumped some in his hands then rubbed his balls, pubic
hair, now a nice dried patch of fuzz, and cock with it then did his
armpits. Tiger watched, asked why he did that and Nathan said simply that
it felt good, and offered the bottle to Tiger to try. Tiger did, and Nathan
watched as his friend moved his cock and balls around while he distributed
the powder which didn't discolor his light colored pubic fuzz like it had
his own, and wondered what it would be like to be doing it for the
boy. Tiger said it did feel sort of good then pulled a fresh pair of briefs
and pulled them on, rearranging himself after they were in place.

"God what an ass he has," Nathan thought as he all but stared at the fleshy
orbs outlined against the tight fabric, the barest outline of his butt
crack visible. As Tiger grabbed a pair of socks and sat on the edge of the
bed to pull them on, Nathan grabbed a pair of deep red satin boxer from his
own drawer and slipped into them in an attempt to hide the swelling of his
appendage. He slipped his socks on while Tiger had gotten up and pulled his
dress shirt on, a periwinkle blue silk. It was the tie that was going to
give him a problem.

He and Nathan had practiced a few times during the week but it just wasn't
happening for him. Nathan came to his rescue.

"Here, let me help you." Standing behind Tiger and reaching around his
chest, Nathan slowly showed the boy how to tie the classic Windsor
knot. The warmth of Tiger's almost nude body against his made Tiger feel
all tingly. The first time through the procedure, the tie came up too short
so Nathan did it again and that time the tie was so long that when he
flipped it through the loop the tip snapped back and caught Tiger in the
balls. In an automatic reflect the boy pressed his waist backwards pressing
his butt into Nathan's cock and causing Nathan to hold him tighter. Both
boys had been aware of the situation from the start, and both had been
experiencing little jolts of electricity at the intimacy of the situation
but this one really took the cake because Tiger could feel the taller boy's
cock against the top of his butt and could tell that Nathan was at least
partially hard.

It was on the third attempt to get the tie right that Tiger had an epiphany
of sorts. All kinds of feelings began roaring through his body as memories
flooded his brain. Memories of Mike holding him from behind, just like
that. The feel of Mike's warm breath on his neck and the feel of Mike's
naked hard cock pressed against Tiger's naked butt. The last time had been
the night before Tiger moved and both young boys had been in tears.

"I will always love you Tige," Mike had told him that night and Tiger had
professed the same. Tiger had been so devastated by losing his best friend
and lover that he'd essentially shut that part of his brain down,
developing a shell that wouldn't allow people in, or, more appropriately
preventing them from even wanting to get in. It all came back to him then
and he felt his whole body flush from the feelings that he finally allowed
himself to feel.

Nathan finished the knot and at the same time looked in the mirror. What he
saw almost frightened him, the look of anguish on Tiger's face, the twin
trails of a tear slowly sliding down Tiger's smooth cheeks. Nathan
automatically wrapped his arms around Tiger and held him, the boy allowing
it and in fact putting his hands on top of Nathan's to sort of keep them
there.

"What's the matter Tiger, are you okay?" Nathan asked, concern deep in his
voice. Tiger managed a small smile and nod of his head.

"Maybe I'll tell you about later when we're all snuggled up in bed. Common,
lets finish dressing, "he said giving Nathan's arms a little reassuring pat
then wiping the tears from his cheeks. At that same moment Paul called
through the door,

"Ten minutes boys."

 Both boys knew that some sort of significant change had just taken place
and they each reflected on it as they slipped into dove grey slacks then
black Italian leather loafers before buttoning and zipping and belting and
the like. Then it was to the bathroom to finish off the hair, get a quick
splash of ENVY by Gucci before finishing off with the jackets.

Looking in the mirror Tiger as definitely impressed. He never imagined in
his wildest dreams that he could look like something out of GQ, even though
he'd not heard of the men's magazine. Nathan looked Tiger over appraisingly
then said,

"You almost look good enough to eat." Tiger smiled and told Nathan to look
in the mirror as he wasn't exactly a toss away either. Both boys laughed
and went out to join Nathan's parents who looked fantastic themselves but
made plenty of comments on good the boys looked.



Dinner was superb albeit long, almost three hours. But then they had seven
courses plus three decadent desserts. Nathan and Millie had taken some time
with Tiger before hand to show him how a formal table was laid out and
which tools to use when. Even at that, Nathan still had to guide him a
bit. They were in a private room so the boys were allowed to have very
small samplings of the wines that were appropriate to each course and by
the time he was half way through the sumptuous meal Tiger was wondering
what it must be like to eat like that all the time as some people did.

As they were having small after dinner cognac's Paul presented his wife
with one of her gifts. With a great flourish he pulled a long thin box from
inside his jacket and placed it on the table in front of Sheila. It was
beautifully wrapped and she commented on it as she slowly unwrapped then
opened the box. Her hands went to her mouth to help stifle the gasp then
she said,

"Oh my Goodness Paul" she exclaimed.

"Put it on honey," he said with a smile. She reached down and pulled out an
exquisite diamond and emerald necklace to show the boys. Paul stood behind
her and fastened it for her, then led her to a small mirror on one wall to
admire it.  The thing looked fantastic on her slightly tanned skin and both
Nathan and Tiger told her so.

It was almost eleven o'clock when they finished and instead of calling for
a cab they decided to walk the five blocks to the hotel as the night was
quite nice for late May. Tiger wasn't real pleased about that choice, and
not because he was a lazy boy, quite the contrary. The problem was that
there were a few upscale restaurants in the two square mile area as well as
three major hotels. While the lighting on the main street was adequate
there were plenty of side streets and alleyways that were dark as
sin. Muggings were not at all uncommon and although Tiger had not
participated in such activities he had known other boys who had.

They were about half way to their hotel, the boys walking behind the adults
by about fifteen feet, talking about nothing in particular when Sheila
screamed. The boys looked up to see that Nathan's parents had been stopped
by three boys; one of which was wielding a knife. Nathan and Tiger got
close enough to hear the knife boy threaten,

"Your wallet and purse now or you get stuck like a fuckin pig." Tiger
stepped around Paul on the sidewalk and said,

"Well, little Billy Monroe. Still thinking you're a big shot." The kid with
the knife looked at Tiger with a strange look on his face. He knew the
voice, knew what it could mean to his own general health and welfare
because he'd encountered it before but he didn't recognize the kid standing
before him in five hundred dollars worth of clothing. Then he finally got
it.

"That you Tiger? By fuckin Christ it is you, and all dolled up too. May as
well take your wallet while I'm at it. By the looks of it you might even
something in it for a change."

"You better not let your mouth get you into something your ass can't handle
Billy boy," Tiger said in a low even voice.

"You know this boy Tiger?" Paul asked with both fear and incredulity in his
voice. He was told immediately to shut the fuck up or get stuck.

Tiger had unbuttoned his jacket and was slowly slipping it off when he said
respectfully but not looking at the man, "Please don't talk Paul." Still
looking at the kid he said "put the knife away Billy, that way you won't
get hurt."

"What you gonna do sissy boy in your fancy clothes?" he chuckled to his
friends who weren't exactly sure what was going on except their so called
leader knew the well dressed kid and the well dressed kid did not appear to
be willing to back down and that took some big fucking balls, or talent. In
a very quiet voice Tiger said,

"Well, I think I'm gonna shove that pig sticker so far up your fuckin ass
that it'll split your tongue like a fuckin Myna bird." Of course Billy had
no idea what the hell Tiger was talking about.

"You always were a big mouth, thought you were so cool with words Tiger,
always thought you were better than me." Tiger had wrapped his jacket
around his left forearm, and while the two dummies with the kid just stood
there looking as stupid as they were.

"No Billy, that's not quite true. I never thought I was better than you I
always knew it. You see, you've always been a low life piece of shit, and
you most likely always will be." Tiger was goading the other boy now,
trying to get him pissed because that would make him careless and Tiger
would exploit such carelessness in a heartbeat.

"Common Billy, either do something stupid or walk away, I'm getting tired
of standing here on the street." The boy elected to do something stupid and
swung the knife in a crosscut motion. Tiger deflected it with the covered
arm and at the same time did a quick side step and snapped his right leg
out in blur that caught one of the dummies in the side of his head,
knocking it into the light pole he was standing next to with an audible
thud. Billy thought that Tiger would be off guard but that is what Tiger
wanted him to think. Billy tried an underhand forward jab. Tiger had been
waiting for it. He pivoted to one side and the blade slid past Tiger's
belly, missing him by inches and the coated arm took the brunt of the
jab. He reefed back on the forearm of the knife hand and jammed his other
hand behind the elbow. The snapping of the bone might have been heard but
Billy's scream pretty well drowned it out.  Tiger let him fall
unceremoniously to the sidewalk where the boy writhed and screamed in
agony. Tiger stepped over the body toward the other boy and simply front
snap kicked him in the nuts. He turned to the Daniels family who were all
in a state of shock, well, Nathan wasn't as much as his parents. He'd seen
Tiger in action before.

"We should get back to the hotel, this really isn't a safe neighborhood."
Tiger began walking at a brisk pace, encouraging the family to do the same,
checking out places for other attacks as he came across them. They were
back at the hotel in less than ten minutes and Paul wanted to call the
police right away but Tiger cautioned him against it.

"They won't be there by the time the police get there and even if they do
find them they'll probably go free and since I caused grievous damage I
could actually get charged. It's not worth it Paul, really." Back in the
room Paul pulled a bottle of wine from the well stocked bar feeling that
drinks were necessary for every one's jittery nerves. They sat in the
living room and talked. Of course they wanted to know how Tiger knew the
boy, and how he'd learned to fight like he did. They wanted to know if the
boys would have actually caused them serious harm and Tiger told them that
with Billy Monroe injury was more a likelihood than a possibility, the
knowledge causing both adults to shiver slightly.

"You baited him," Paul said, not in an accusing voice.

"Yes I did Paul and it's also why I cursed like I did, sorry Mrs. D. I
wanted him angry, wanted him to lash out. I knew what I was doing, knew
that he'd screw it up, and he did. Oh, I'm sorry but I think the jacket got
ruined." Tiger gave up that information with all sincerity in his voice as
he held up the jacket to reveal a long slice as well as a hole where the
last jab and struck. He also revealed a slight hole in his shirt sleeve and
a little nick in his forearm where the knife and gone through. Of course
Sheila wanted to doctor him up right away but all it really needed was a
band-aid.

"Well all things considered I think that the jacket served a higher
purpose. I have to thank you Tiger for saving my family from...who knows
what. I don't know exactly how I can repay you." Nathan was quiet, a
troubled look on his cute smooth face.

"There's more dad. Tiger saved me from a beating a couple of weeks before
we met and he started tutoring me." Nathan went on to explain the
situation, Paul and Sheila wanted to know why their son hadn't mentioned it
and when Nathan told them why, they both went to him and hugged him
fiercely explaining that they were far from disappointed in him and in fact
were quite proud of him no matter what.

"It would seem Tiger that my family and I owe you a great deal." Tiger
shook his head,

"No sir Paul, you don't owe me anything, really. I just did what needed to
be done."

Paul looked at the boy for a moment and shook his head. "No, Tiger, it's
more than that but in any case I will say thank you again and if there is
ever anything I can do to help you out, all you have to do is say so. It's
been a long, trying evening, I think I'm ready to turn in, how about you
Sheila?"  The woman nodded her head and went over to Tiger and gave him a
huge and very tight hug all the while thanking him profusely.

The boys took their glasses of wine into their room and closed the
door. They both undressed slowly, not for any particular reason, with
little conversation.

"I hope you don't mind my telling dad about that other time. I felt he
should know." Tiger had walked to the toilet and hauled his dick out and
was pissing a stream. Nathan was standing close by, looking at the lovely
piece of boy meat, neither boy seemed to be bothered by the episode, while
Tiger told Nathan that it was no big deal. He shook off and tucked himself
back in, then absently scratched where his balls were. Nathan had to piss
as well so pulled his flesh out through the piss hole of the boxers and let
fly. Tiger was sitting on the counter next to the toilet and watching.

"Ya know, I never could get used to boxers, I just don't like my stuff
moving around. These are kinda tight sometimes but I like em better than
those," he said nodding at the red satin as Nathan shook off and slipped
back inside the cloth.

"Maybe you should try boxer briefs," he said as they walked back into the
bedroom. He described the underwear to Tiger and offered to let him try
some when they got back home the next day.

They sat down on the bed with their backs up against the wall and sipped
the wine while they talked. Nathan was interested in how Tiger knew the boy
he'd injured, how he'd learned to fight like he did. While the boys had
gotten closer over the three months Tiger still wasn't really forthcoming
with personal information, while Nathan had told Tiger a great deal about
himself. But the wine, the mood, the physical closeness they had shared
earlier in the evening gave Tiger a bit of a loose tongue so he answered
Nathan's questions as simply as possible. Nathan on the other hand listened
with rapt attention, as much just to look at Tiger as to hear the story.

They finished the wine, got up to take another piss, this time both using
the facilities at the same time, their water crossing in the air before
splashing into the bowl. Both boys were watching what they were doing which
meant they were also looking at each other's dick. Tiger wanted to comment
on Nathan's cock, the thickness and length but couldn't' bring himself to
do so. Nathan wanted to hold Tiger's and of course wasn't going to, but he
sure thought about it and the thought alone caused him the thicken slightly
although Tiger didn't notice it.

They went back into the room. Turned the lights down so that they were
bathed in a very light glow, just enough to see each other by. They lay
facing each other, somehow only a foot apart, looking into each other's
eyes.

"You were going to tell me what was going on this evening when I helped you
tie your tie," Nathan said softly. "Does this constitute being snuggled up
in bed, cause it's sure later?" Tiger smiled, not a happy one but more of a
rueful one.

"When you were holding your arms around me like that, and I could feel the
heat from your body against me, and I could actually feel your dick against
my butt, it reminded me of someone else from a long time ago. It was
someone that I haven't thought about in a long time because I didn't want
to think about him. I've moved so much that I sort of decided in my brain
that I wouldn't let myself feel like that again because I leave or other
people leave and just fucking hurts to much. It's easier to just not get
involved, to not care." Tiger spoke softly, not really looking at Nathan's
face, more at the other boy's chest. Nathan knew that what Tiger had told
him was difficult and that he'd been taking a huge chance telling him. For
his part though, Nathan had continually given Tiger plenty of signals that
indicated Nathan would be a safe listener, if not an actual player. He
reached out and touched Tiger's cheek and when the boy looked him in the
eyes said,

"I'm not gonna leave you Tiger. Not ever." Nathan leaned slowly toward
Tiger and when their faces were only inches apart he said, "Not ever. I
love you Tiger." He kissed tigers lips every so softly, a gentle peck then
backed away a few inches. "I've wanted to do that so bad for so long. Oh
man I can't tell you. I think I felt it almost at the very first." They
looked at each other, looked into eyes, at noses, lips, just soaking each
other in for a good ten to fifteen seconds.

"Me too," Tiger responded quietly, "I think anyway. I mean, I didn't mind
it just now." Nathan leaned in but this time Tiger met him half way and
their lips touched, tenderly at first and then, as the passion built, their
mouths opened and their tongues got in on the game.  Tiger gasped as
Nathan's hand rubbed on the front of his underwear, finding Tiger as hard
as stone. He broke the kiss off and said,

"They must really be tight now, perhaps you should take them off." Both
boys rolled onto their backs, lifted their hips and pulled their underwear
off and tossed them to the floor then just stared at each other's boyhood,
standing out proud and firm. They seemed to reach for each other at the
same time, each gripping onto the other's hard flesh and squeezing up and
down the length.

"Gosh it feels so warm, and hard," Nathan said reverently as he watched
what he was doing. He pushed Tiger onto his back then moved down so that he
was face to face with the hard young cock in his hand, the head leaking out
precum onto Tiger's taut abdomen.  He stroked the flesh a few times then
moved south to feel the balls that hung between Tiger's smooth thighs,
hefting the smooth nuggets as if judging them. Nathan was totally taken in
by Tiger's body, the dark brown nest and tight nest of curls at the base of
his cock. He held the shaft up a little bit and looked over the head, a
perfectly shaped helmet in his opinion. He couldn't believe it. He'd
dreamed of this moment for a long time, to put his friend's cock into his
mouth. Nathan leaned down and engulphed the head with his lips then slid
down further taking a couple inches of the rigid shaft into his mouth.

"Oh fuck Nathan," Tiger moaned. "God I'm gonna cum so fast if you keep
doing that." Of course that is what Nathan had in mind. He continued to
suck and stroke, his own heart almost beating its way out of his chest. He
loved the feel of Tiger's flesh in his mouth, the satin texture of the cock
head; the warm pliable skin of the shaft. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Tiger
moaned out again and Nathan took his mouth away. He fully intended to drink
every drop of his friend's sperm at some point in time but for the first
time he just wanted to see Tiger squirt, and squirt Tiger did.

Nathan felt Tiger's cock thicken in his hand then a small blob of cum shoot
out onto his belly. That was followed by three jets of white goo that shot
clear to Tiger's chest which were followed by four or five more smaller
globs that sort of pulsed out of his slit, ran down over the rim of the
head and onto Nathan's thumb while he continued to slowly stroked and milk
the leaking hose for every drop of liquid there was.

"Gosh Tiger that was a nice cum shot, oh man." Tiger was breathing rapidly,
opened his eyes and smiled.

"It was one of the best I've ever had too Nathan. Or maybe it's just that
I'm long overdue." Nathan reluctantly let go of the dick, which was still
hard enough not to fall onto Tiger's belly, and went to get a washcloth,
which he soaked in warm water before returning to the bed. He chuckled at
the drop of sperm hanging from Tiger's cock and almost touching his
belly. With tenderness and care he cleaned Tiger's cooling sperm from his
torso, rewet the cloth and returned to complete the job, being extra
careful with the sensitive head.

Tiger's breathing had slowed, along with his libido, cumming generally
having that effect. However he wanted to explore Nathan's body too and he
wanted to make him squirt, to feel the same intensity that he'd felt. So he
told the other boy to lie down, and once there he began familiarizing
himself with Nathan's groin.

"Gosh your cock is so big Nathan, have you ever measured it?" Of course he
had, what boy hasn't, especially in the early teen years, hoping to see new
growth on a daily basis. Nathan's cock felt strange in his hand. Tiger had
forgotten what a cock felt like but it was coming back to him rapidly. He
stroked and fondled, just like Nathan had done to him, hefting the boy's
balls and tugging them slightly, noticing the few hairs that had started to
grow there and thinking that those big nuts would make a ton of
cum. Nathan's pitch black pubic hair made a nice thick patch at the base of
his pride and joy, a very light trail starting to grow upward toward his
outie belly button.

Tiger lifted the cock then lowered his head to Nathan's smaller leaking one
and licked the precum that was oozing out of his piss slit before taking
the head into his mouth. He allowed his tongue to explore the soft smooth
skin of the cock head and the opening there. He took in more of the shaft,
a good three inches, before backing away and then returning for more. He
stroked on Nathan's shaft as he suckled, gripping the thick hunk of meat
firmly. He heard Nathan moan out his name then felt the boy's hand in his
hair, gently rubbing his scalp.

"Oh god that feels so good Tiger," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum pretty fast
too so watch out." Indeed, he was and he did. When he felt the shaft
thicken and the hips rise off the bed he took the cock from his mouth and
stroked it vigorously. Like Tiger, Nathan's first shot went to a small
brown nipple, as did the second one, the third one landed a little short of
that but left a five-inch trail of sperm toward his pubic hair. Also like
Tiger, and most cocks, the flow slowed to smaller globs that oozed out of
the tube with each automatic constriction of the penis. Tiger was impressed
with the amount of Nathan's offering to Venus and wondered if he'd ever be
able to swallow all that the boy had to offer. He didn't know but he knew
for sure that he would try.

Tiger got up, grabbed the washcloth and went through the same ritual that
Nathan had done with him, taking his time, being gentle, especially with
Nathan's cock head. Once he was finished he returned to the bed and lay
next to Nathan, who automatically snuggled in close. The boys just held
each other for a moment, not saying anything, just reveling in the
afterglow of their first sexual encounter and comfortable in the notion
that it would not be the last. But it would be the last for that evening.
The wine, the excitement after dinner, finding kindred spirits and of
course the sex, had taken a toll on both young teens. Nathan snuggled in
close to Tiger, his head on the boy's shoulder and a hand on Tiger's hip
and almost immediately his breathing evened out then became shallow.
Tiger's could barely keep his eyes open so he didn't try, and as he slipped
off to sleep his last thoughts were that:

He felt right at home holding Nathan, felt like a huge weight had been
lifted from his shoulders, sturdy though they might have been. He knew that
he would love Nathan, perhaps already did, and he was prepared to take the
risk that one or the other of them would leave one day. But for now, he was
simply just going to allow himself to love.

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