Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2013 17:16:49 -0700
From: D_M <mcleodwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Ch 6, Alex & Timmy

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*Ch 6*

Somehow in the craziness of life, Timmy and I managed to get through our
first few weeks. He finished school without incident. I spoke with Mrs.
Henner about the school in New Mexico, just mentioned it when she called to
let me know they were returning after Mr. Henner's father died.

A couple of weeks later, Mrs. Henner rang me at work. "Alex, this is Jaden
Henner. Might you have a few minutes to meet with James and me? We have
something we need to discuss as regards our son. Would you be able to join
us for lunch tomorrow?

I didn't have to consult my calendar, because I'd have moved any meeting to
be there. I let her know I'd be happy to join them. I had a knot inside my
gut, didn't sleep a wink all night, and was sure when I shook his hand,
James would feel my clammy fear.

We sat at their ten foot table of glass and were served haute cuisine-I
neither recognized nor tasted as I tried to appear not terrified.

Tim's father, James, started to speak. I'd met him several times, never in
a relaxed environment, usually late at night at a police department or
juvenile facility. While not too much my elder, he somehow appeared much
older, someone to whom, in another life, I'd have been seriously attracted.
His sandy hair, while short, showed signs of curls. He had freckles that
made me realize from whence came Tim's. His steely gray eyes, and full
mouth were certainly familiar. He  began, "Jaden and I want to express our
appreciation for the care you've taken of our son. Losing my father, I
didn't expect to experience the grief I've felt, and now I `ve come to
realize just how poor a father I have been. I am at a loss as to how I can
remedy, Alex. But, that is my pitiful job. I—we— want to ask you a question
and I need to know your honest answer."

The pit in my stomach grew. I waited, allowing silence to linger.

"Very well, here it is. I am under a lot of pressure to return to London to
settle my father's estate and take over the family business. Were we to
entrust our son in your care, would you be willing to become his legal
guardian, Alex? The world into which we are going, the formality, the
remoteness of my family, we fear, will not be at all good for Timothy, as
he seems only now to be getting his footing.

While we've been horrible parents, so wrapped in our own lives, we have no
desire to further disenfranchise our son. We both see how deeply he cares
for you and so we are asking this of you, realizing it is an abject
abdication of responsibility. However vile, this request is made from a
sense that you can save our son. And so, we humbly ask for your help.

We will, of course, make his guardianship very easy for you financially. We
will not expect you to consult with us on parenting decisions, we will sign
over rights to you, we simply would ask that you do not speak ill of us."
f
I sat, stunned. Everything for which I hoped and more. I felt tears and
figured they should see them. *Ken, help me say the right things,
please,*I thought hard.

"Mr. and Mrs. Henner, first, let me say how sorry I am for your loss.
Second, let me thank you for your overwhelming display of trust. I am also
deeply grateful that you talk of your awareness of the challenges you've
had as parents. It would be my fondest wish that you say something similar
to your son. He longs for his parents' love, and hearing it articulated
would help him heal. I strongly urge you to please risk that, both as a
professional and as someone who cares deeply for Timothy.

On that note, I want you to understand that I do care a lot for Tim. He is
a unique and wonderful young man. I love him. And, if he agrees with this
plan, I would be honored to become his guardian, although I can't help but
wonder if guardianship is not overreach and perhaps simply agreeing that he
will live with me under my care would be sufficient?

Jaden broke in and said, her voice cold in a way that let me know there was
a lot more going on that they had shared, "We considered that and rejected
the idea. This is the only way."

I glanced at James, who nodded to me. I sat back and frowned, took a drink
of water, let the seconds tick away. Finally, I said, softly, "My caveat is
that you present this plan to him with me present. I believe this will hurt
Tim, and I want you to be the ones to provide the reasons.

I want you to know that if we move ahead, I intend to move Tim and myself
to New Mexico so that he can attend the school about which I told you,
*Bildungsroman.
*It's a fine school and the high desert has a lot of what Tim cares about:
wide open spaces, steep mountains to climb; and some small towns where life
feels casual and communities are tight.

I noticed that Jaden blushed and James cleared his throat before he spoke.
"You've just said more about our son than either of us knows. Please yes,
let's get him enrolled, and presumably this school can use some help with
its endowment. Can you put me in touch with the headmaster? Is that really
the name of the school?

I smiled and responded, "Yes, that's the humor of its head*mistress* and
founder, my dear friend, Rosa De La Cruz, whose family's roots in New
Mexico are deep and strong. The school does have a decent endowment, but I
know that they are just launching a capital campaign to ensure that the
school is able to be need-blind in their admissions. I would be really
happy to set up an introduction for you. I assume a Skype meeting would be
smart at this point? When do you hope to leave?

Jaden responded, "As soon as possible. Today is Tuesday, if we could leave
on Monday next, that would be amazing. Tim's birthday is Saturday." I
jumped in and said, "Yes, about that. I'd hoped to be able to host a small
dinner for him that evening. Would you mind?"

"Actually, that would be a relief. We could have dinner with him Friday
evening and then we could move him to your house on Saturday morning,
giving us the rest of Sunday to get ready to leave Monday. We will talk
with Tim this evening, if that works for you?"

"Yes, certainly. And, if you like, I will call Rosa right now—should we
make a Skype meeting for tomorrow morning?"

After our conversation, I drove off in a daze. I told them I loved their
son deeply and they didn't even blink. I wondered if they realized what I
meant. I'd said it fully prepared to confess the specific nature of our
love, but at that point, it didn't seem necessary to push the point. I knew
that we'd be able to enroll Tim as a day student and we could find that
building in town for the bakery and who knows what else?

Even though I'd already spoken with Rosa at the Henner's to set up their
chat in the morning, I called her again when I got to my office. "Rosa! Can
you believe? I'm stunned and amazed."

"Does Timothy know yet, mija?"

"No, he'll come to my office after he finishes work at the no-kill shelter,
we'll go home so he can grab a shower and then we'll drive to his folks'
house. I'll have an opportunity to let him know so that he's not completely
blown away when they tell him. Can you help me steer the Henners—oh, wait,
I'll be Tim's guardian. I can make those decisions. In that case, Rosa, I'd
like for Tim to be a day student, not a boarding student, please. And, can
you refer me to a good real estate agent there? I am looking for a house
that is in a great neighborhood, but that has privacy. And, I'm looking for
a downtown storefront with a couple of stories above it. If the building
has sufficient character, we might decide to live on one of the floors,
although Barkley would prefer a yard, I'm sure. We can always just keep an
apartment there."

"Barkley? Mija, who or what is that?"

I laughed and said, "Oh, gads, I forgot to tell you. Timmy and I are the
proud owners of a rescue dog, a three year 105 pounder. He's part mastiff
and part bloodhound. He drools and gargles. Not quite howl, it's deeper, a
howl-wannabe. He's not as hyper as a hound, and not as giant as a mastiff.
He loves to wrestle, and he really loves to be slept upon. And, err, and he
loves to sleep with us. But, mostly he doesn't get to do that. Tim has
stuck to his commitment to care for Barkley, and the two of them are just
so sweet together. Timmy's really a kid with him."

"Querido Alex, you are growing up. I'm so proud of you. Ken would be so
happy."

"I miss him so much, Rosa. Do you really think he'd be pleased? Loving a
teenager is not exactly something to which I imagine he aspired for me."

"Alex, I remember when he battled similar feelings for you."

"Yea, that's the point: he battled them. We weren't intimate until I was
much older. I didn't hold out that long. I worry so much that I have broken
Timmy somehow."

"Mija, I think that you can't know that now, can you? While I wish for you
nothing but absolute happiness together forever, nobody can know that, no
matter how old we are in our partnerships. I think that there are
vulnerabilities in age differences that pose especial challenges, aren't
there? If you stay in one another's lives as lovers, you will no doubt
experience them. But, Alex, your commitment to openness and honesty have
always been unimpeachable. Trust yourself. You carry the heart and soul of
Ken Riley inside you in addition to your own beautiful soul. So, no more
worrying. You have nothing but amazing things happening for you now.
Celebrate your victories, mijo."

"Te adoro, Rosa, gracias, amiga. I will be wishing you best energies
tomorrow morning with James. And, if you talk with that crazy son of yours,
tell Jeff he owes me a phone call."

"Con todo mi carino," she said and we ended our call.

I hadn't realized how much time had passed until our admin came in and
asked me about some case reports, which I handed her, all completed. She
looked stunned and said, "What have you been doing differently, Alex?
You're caught up on your paperwork and I don't know what else to harass you
about!"

"Well, isn't that just a pity? Life changes, doesn't it, Jane?" I teased
back to her, and with that, I left my office, went to my boss'es office,
and waited to be noticed at her door. Kathryn had stepped up to the head PO
position after Ken died. She and I had been close colleagues since I
started my career in juvenile justice. I needed her to be the first to know
I'd be ending that career.

"What can I do ya for, Officer Drew?" I got butterflies and sat on the edge
of a chair facing her desk.

"Well, Kathryn, I have some news for you. It's big news. I will make this
formal just as soon as I type my letter, but...."

Kathryn put her hands over her ears and chanted loudly, "LAH LAH LAH, I
HEAR NOTHING. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SAY WHAT I THINK YOU'RE GOING TO SAY...."

I waited until she took her hands from her ears and said, quietly, "You
won't believe this, but the Henners asked me to be Timothy's guardian. We
are meeting with their attorney on Thursday morning. Tim and I are moving
to New Mexico where he's going to enroll in Jeff's mom's school and I'm
going to buy some real estate and...."

"Start a bakery, right?" she asked with a smile.

"You always were a smart woman, Ms. K. You got it."

"Wow, that is huge. I wondered when you would quit work after inheriting
Ken's estate. If I'd come in to that much property and money, I'd have been
out the door a year ago. How much time can you give me?"

"I'm sorry in advance, but not very much. I've got almost six months of
leave stored and it will be cheaper for the state if I use as much of it as
I can or you'll end up having to give it to me as a payout. What I'd like
to do is finish the week and then spend a week doing final reports and
debriefs to hand over my clients. I would mostly work from home, but will
be available as needed, and I can take my on-call shifts. And then I can be
on official vacation for the rest of the time. I don't need the cash, so do
that however you think is best."

"Okay, that's more than fair, Alex, thanks. Does Tim know yet? I don't
imagine this will be a bad thing for him, will it?" she asked, looking at
me intensely.

I felt some heat on my face and I said softly, "Nah, it won't be a bad
thing for him. Today with his folks, I saw them being remorseful for having
been such rotten parents, believe it or not. They may actually endeavor to
make amends when we all meet up this evening. Wouldn't that be amazing?"

"Wow, that is happening fast, isn't it? Okay, get back to it and we'll talk
soon. And Alex, I really am happy for you. For both of you."

"Thanks, Boss. I appreciate that," I said and went to my computer and typed
my resignation with the terms as we discussed.

I'd just finished starting a long To Do list when Tim walked in my office.
He had a bandage wrapped around his right forearm that looked as though it
had been done at a doctor's office. He smiled his most beguiling smile,
which had the usual effect of making me gooey inside and making my pants
feel immediately tight. We'd talked about how difficult it was to greet one
another in my office where the need to maintain professionalism was
absolute, but today, I was more concerned with his arm, so my ardor
temporarily took a backseat to my question, "What's up with the arm?"

He sighed and said, "We got a new dog in today, a non-neutered mutt who'd
clearly been maltreated. He just had a hard time getting settled."

"And chowing down on a human was a part of his relaxation method?" I asked.
"Who doctored you up?"

"After he bit me, I came back and spent an hour with him. By the time I
left, he'd crawled into my lap. Poor guy hadn't ever had a bath and he
really needed food. My arm's okay, Alex, I just had five stitches. And, you
know I'm good on tetanus and rabies, so please don't worry. Dev was scared
you'd be angry. I told him that you would understand. It was nobody's
fault. The dog was just really scared."

I stood up and grabbed my worn leather valise, a hand-me-down from Ken,
slung it over my shoulder and said, "Let's go. We've got some stuff to talk
about."

Tim stood and as I walked past him in the close confines of my office, I
said, "What a sec."

"Hey, Kathryn, come here for a minute, I need another set of eyes!"

Kathryn turned from her doorway, where she was just heading back in her
office with a fresh cup of tea and said, "WHAT! You don't get to give me
anything more today to add to my stress level!"

I laughed and said, "Nah, this will NOT add stress. Can you tell me how
many inches taller I am than Tim? I think he's grown and I just didn't
notice."

First, she glanced down at Tim's jeans and said, "Well, I don't know what
the hell you two HAVE been paying attention to, but clearly you've not
noticed that he's wearing flood pants." She exaggeratedly did a visual
inspection all the way from the ground up and said, "How old are you now,
Timothy?"

"Uh, I'll be fifteen in four days, Ma'am."

"Well, you're a 6'1" fifteen year old, I'd guess."

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"Yea, what he said," Tim said and laughed.

"Okay then, we're leaving now," I said, shaking my head.

We got to Truck and I looked at him and said, "Seriously, how did we miss
that?"

Not being able to miss an opening that easy, Tim drawled, "Well, Mr. Drew,
I imagine that might be because we've been spending more time horizontal
than vertical, wouldn't you say?"

I guffawed at his delivery and then I got thinking to myself and said, "We
need to do an experiment at our earliest convenience, Buddy. Mwwaa haaaa
haaaaaaa," I offered my best wicked laugh.

"Hehe, I know that laugh, it is ALWAYS about sex, and it's ALWAYS amazing."

Tim reached for my hand, bent down so nobody could see him. He kissed my
palm and licked it. "Oh, geeezus, Timmy..." He sucked on each of my fingers
until I needed my hand back to downshift.

"Holy smokes, baby, you make me CRAZY!"

He said up and rubbed his jeans and said, "Yea, likewise, Alex. I really
need to feel you..." Then he looked at me and wet his lips.

"Stop, Tim, seriously, I've gotta talk with you. I have huge news."

"Is it good news?" he asked, and I realized that for the first time ever,
he didn't immediately behave as a wounded puppy in the face of unknown
news. I prayed to myself that he would continue undaunted after I told him.

"Yea, it is good news, but it's complicated."

I recounted my morning, the phone call, the subsequent visit. I talked a
lot about my impression of his dad and his real remorse. I expected Timmy
to be defensive and guarded and instead, he continued being his soft, open
self. I said, "So, Buddy, that's the story. I told your folks we'd be there
for an early dinner. I wanted us to have some time for you to digest before
you heard it from them."

I triggered the automatic garage door opener and turned Truck off, then
closed the door. Barkley was scratching at the garage door having heard us
return. His dog door gave him the run of the house, and he took advantage.

We stepped in the house, and rather than racing out back with dog, Tim
grabbed me, and I held him hard against me. "This is big, Alex, isn't it?
It's a huge change. I think I'm happy, but man, there's a lot of stuff
here, huh?"

I held his head against my shoulder and petted him softly as poor Barkley
grew more and more insistent.

"Yea, baby, it's huge. And, we'll navigate all these waters together. Your
dad really does want to reach out. I told them that I love you deeply. I
was prepared to tell them the whole truth had they shown any interest. I
have an inkling that your father knows. Just my gut, which isn't typically
off base."

"I am such a lucky human, to be loved by you, Alex," Tim said as he pulled
away. Standing there together, it WAS evident that he had grown. "Look at
this," he observed. You aren't looking down so far now. This is cool! I
like this. I hope I don't grow any taller. This feels just perfect."

"Anytime I have ever held you has felt just perfect, Timothy Henner. And it
still will, even if you grow to be six foot fifteen! And, by the way, your
dog has his teeth around my entire ankle. Perhaps we should go outside with
him before I end up being six inches shorter than you!"

"Oh, does Barkley need attention? My poor little spoiled baby," Timmy
teased and raced outside with the dog.

I followed and cleaned up the pond a bit while Barkley got his attention
fix. I grabbed some lube and a hand towel and shucked off my clothes. I
stroked myself softly, knowing that Tim would join me the moment he saw my
naked state.

Thirty seconds later, I heard Tim wolf whistle followed by his presence.
Before he got closer than about eight feet away, said, "Stop there, baby."
He stopped. "Take off your shirt, please." He lifted his shirt and t-shirt
over his head, extended his arm and dropped it on the patio. "Pants," I
instructed. He slipped off his shoes then pants and stood before me in his
tight boxer briefs. "The rest, please." Balancing on one then the other
foot, he took off his briefs. "Now stand still, please."

He stood, quietly looking at me. I felt my hunger for him course through my
veins. I wanted to devour him, much as I always had. But, tonight,
realizing he'd grown, I looked more closely at his body. His chest was
filling out. The treasure trail was more evident. In just weeks, he'd
continued to transform before me. My partner, the boy who would soon be a
man. Perhaps because tonight I had the view of a future for us that hadn't
been real until just now, Tim suddenly seemed more permanent in my life,
not just a passing joy, rather, an amazing presence here to stay.

I smiled as I mused and said, "I love you, Timmy. You are growing up, right
in front of me. With every day passing, I desire you more. What can I do to
show you how much I love you? What more can I offer you?"

He smiled back, radiant and said, "You can continue to love me, and
continue to teach me, Alex, in a million ways that you do every day. Just
by showing me what you want, I learn, too. So, I turn the question back to
you. What more can I do to show you how much I love you?"

"You can come over here, Timmy," I said, and grabbed the lube. He came to
me and I kissed him again, then turned him around. I held him against me,
one arm across his chest, the other with lube, sliding over his round ass
cheeks and into his tight crack. We stood directly in front of the picture
window in the family room to the back yard, so our reflections were
mirror-like.

"Ssssss, oh god, yes, Alex, yes," he cooed and pushed against my invading
fingers. I rubbed my cock in his crack and said, "I've not fucked you
standing for awhile, let's see how those additional inches help us, shall
we? I'm just imagining us on a golf course, you with baggy shorts, shooting
your ball in the rough, and me following you to `help you look for it,' and
along the way....something like this" as I slid my cock right inside his oh
so willing hole, "occurring..."

We watched ourselves in the window as I fucked him, his fingers kneading
the muscles in my forearm as he softly begged me for more. "Please, Alex,
don't hold back, you always treat me like I'll break. I won't. I want ALL
of you, please, please, please."

Each time I thrust, Timmy said, "Please," softly, with anguished need.

"You will have all of me, Timmy, I promise. But when I feel in my gut it's
time. Don't worry," I said as I reached for one of his tiny nipples, and
pinched it, "the moment I feel it's right, I promise." I bent below his
neckline and added teeth to the sensations I inflicted upon my young lover.
He had no idea how challenging it was for me to keep back my more dark
desires, but if we were to grow together as partners and lovers, I had to
follow my instincts, which meant I had to wait....for now.

I walked us to the chaise lounge and bent Tim over so that he could hold
the arms. I pulled nearly out of him, drizzled more lube and then went back
inside, rabbit fucking him, quick, shallow, rubbing his prostate fast. I
began swatting his cheeks with my open hands, left, right, left, right, not
punishingly, but enough to add another sensation and let him feel a bit
more of my strength.

"Ooooh, Alex, fuck yessssssss," he groaned.

I fucked him with longer strokes and kept on with the swats, deepening the
impact, more pain, less sexual stimulation on his prostate. He responded by
pushing back against me, "More, please, do that more."

"Do what more, Tim?" I asked in a low voice.

"You know," he stammered.

"I need you to say it," again in a low voice.

"Hurt me, make it burn, more, please."

"Mmm, good boy. You like that? Your butt is getting really red. Are you
sure you want more?

"I wanted you to do this as long as I can remember... I think I like it
when there's pain, all mixed in with sex," he panted.

"I'm happy to hear you say that, Timmy," I cooed. I slowly pulled out of
him and went to the sink on the patio and washed my still rock hard cock.

"Let's talk just a minute about pain, baby."

Tim looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Yea, I know, you hate it when I stop
mid-way through to talk, but it always brings us closer, doesn't it?"

"Yea," he confessed.

"And it always....broadens our sexual horizons, right?"

He grinned and blushed and said, "Oh, yea...."

I smiled and mussed his hair. "There's a part of my sexual life about which
we haven't spoken. The darker side, I suppose. The giving and receiving of
pain, letting go of power and taking power from your partner, dominance,
submission, all of that stuff that we generally call "kink," can be an
amazing addition to intimacy. A lot of people just do it and don't walk
about it, but you know me, I take things seriously, and that power exchange
is a big deal."

Tim interrupted and said, "I know, Ken taught you, right?"

I smiled and said, "Uh, no, actually, in this case, I taught Ken. I've been
interested in power dynamics since I was a kid. It was either original
equipment or the product of MY messed up childhood, a longer conversation
for sometime when we are NOT in the middle of it, so to speak. For now, I
just want for you to understand that I really love power dynamics, and I am
happy to help you explore, but only when you ask for it. For now, we
learned that you have longed to be spanked by me, and you've learned that
am interested in giving and receiving pain. So, if you want to learn, I
will teach you. AND, if you choose to not, I really need you to understand
that our vanilla relationship, loving you alone is absolutely enough to
make me a deliriously fulfilled human."

"Alex..." Tim said quietly, shyly.

"Yes, Timmy?"

"Will you spank me over your knee?"

"Absolutely. But right now, we need to get showered and get to your
parent's house. Let me see your shoulder."

I inspected the spot where I'd bitten him and I said, "Well, you should
have your first bite mark in the morning."

"Oooh, really? That makes my dick jump!"

I laughed and said, "Looking at your cross-eyed makes your dick jump!"

He grabbed the towel I had in my hand, twisted it and smacked my haunch a
good one before running past me and up the stairs, Barkley noisily in tow.
I yelled to him, "If you have new stitches, either take the bandage off or
wrap your arm in a plastic bag!"

Standing on the patio shaking my head, I realized that I really needed to
unload before we left. I raced up the stairs and stepped into the walk-in
shower with Tim. He had shampoo on his hair already and I stood next to
him, dick hard, and said, "Suck me," wondering how he would respond.

Tim melted to his knees and took me in his mouth. I held his head,
controlling him. I was so close already, it only took a few seconds before
he swallowed my load. I pulled him up and kissed him, sharing my cum with
him, his moans letting me know he was turned on by the exchange.

Then, I knelt before him and took him in my mouth. I deep throated his cock
as I penetrated his ass with my fingers. He held my head hard against my
and used my mouth. That frantic exchange between us, each using, each
taking, unafraid, had us cross another threshhold of trust. He came
screaming in the shower and I came again just from the hotness of the
experience. Before I got up, Tim soaped and gently washed my hair.

When I stood, his face told me that he shared my experience of wonder and
awe.

We dried off and dressed, said a quick goodbye to Barkley and drove to his
parents' home, ready for the next chapters of our whirlwind lives to end
and to begin.

Let me know what you think if you are so inclined. Thanks for reading,
Daniel