Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2013 14:45:20 -0700
From: D_M <mcleodwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Please add chapter 7 to Alex & Timmy's story

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Ch 7


It was midnight when we got home. We spent time with Tim's parents, wherein
his father broke down, wept, begged Tim's forgiveness. Tim was teary and
held his dad, but I saw a reserve in him that I imagined was
self-protecton.  He thanked his dad for being vulnerable and honest and
said that he hoped they could continue to get to know one another. Jaden
was barely present, which was completely curious to me.

When we left, Tim said, "Can we go for a drive or something, Alex?" I'd
driven the Jag and she is a beast on the road.


"You bet, Timmy. Lots to think about right now."

I headed out of town and then Tim's hand on my arm, "Alex, I changed my
mind. I just realized that I'm starving and I want to get home so we don't
leave Barks alone too long. And, there's something I want to read you."

I turned us around at the first opportunity and we pulled into the house
about half an hour later. "I'll make you a burger, that sound okay? What
time do you have to work tomorrow?" I remembered. I knew I could push back
my start, I wasn't so sure about Tim.

"I told Des he could let me know when he needed me, and I got a text while
we were with Jaden and James telling me I don't need to come in tomorrow,
so I'm okay. After tonight, I'd really like to just hang around the house."

"Yea, it's been pretty huge. I'm glad that you can chill tomorrow, Timmy."
Barkley was on alert at the garage door and delighted to see us. He and Tim
went to the back yard for a few minutes as I prepared food. Jaden and
James' dinner was so formal, I sat there imagining having grown up in that
environment and I suddenly realized that it was a miracle that Tim hadn't
gotten in more trouble than he did. I felt badly for James and really
wondered what was up with him. I wondered about his relationship with his
father. But, bringing myself back to the moment, I had to just remember
full presence. Answers about Tim's life with his parents would come as they
may. My job was to take care of him to the best of my ability and nurture
his growth, be his cheerleader, his lover, his guide, his friend.

I made a couple of burgers, a big salad, steamed some squash, and pulled
out the lemon cake I made after he went to sleep last night.

Tim and Barkley came in, Tim washed up and kissed me a lingering* thank you
for dinner* kiss. We ate around the granite island with Tim making snarky
comments about it being a multi-purpose surface.

After dinner, he cleaned the dishes and then said, "Are you too sleepy for
me to read you something?"

"Never, Timmy. Whatcha got?"

He went in the library and as I settled into the chair, I watched him
search the stacks. His t-shirt was short and as he reached high, his waist
and side showed. The muscles of his arm flexed, and I just shook my head at
his body. "So hot, baby," I whispered. He turned and the look in his eyes
was soft.

He crossed the small space and snuggled against me. "Do you have any idea
how crazy I am for you, young man?" I asked as I drew his face to me to
kiss.

"Thank you, Alex. I love that when you say stuff like that to me. It makes
me feel so—I don't know. So much more substantial, I suppose. I look up to
you so damned much, your compliments just blow me away. I have something I
want to read you. I found it in Ken's—I guess that means your—library. I
was looking for words to say to you and I found this. I don't understand it
all, but I know that it's right to share with you."

Before he began, I said "Our library, Timmy. Not mine. This is our home.
Ken would love that you found this book." He blushed and I said, "It's
okay, Tim. I am amazed already. Please, go ahead. He opened an old book of
Shakespeare's Sonnets.

He said, "Okay, I probably won't read this right, but here goes. It's
Sonnet 116."

He didn't realize that he'd found one of the master's most beloved works.
My heart leapt as he read,

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

"This made me realize how much bigger I think our love can be, and it made
me realize that when I get edgy and needy, I just need to remember that
time will give us more. What is true today will be true for us tomorrow,
just more so. And, someday, Alex, I want to marry you. I want to stand with
you in front of all our friends, and finally have our love be celebrated
and real not just for us, but for the whole world. So, just know that
tonight, Alex, I am telling you that I want to marry you. Some day. And
that I will do my best to be worthy of the love we have, to understand it
as the mighty thing it is, as the poem says, and to be worthy of a marriage
to you. I love you so much."

I had tears in my eyes again as he spoke. "When that day comes, Tim, I will
be the happiest man on Earth to stand beside you. I love you beyond
measure."

We sat in the chair with Barkley at our feet and kissed and nuzzled for
hours. I finally roused us and said, "I'm going to shoot an email to
Kathryn and let her know that I'm taking a well day tomorrow...actually
today. We need to sleep and I don't want to drag butt up really early.
We've got a new life to begin to plan. Let's go have a late brunch and
we'll start that conversation tomorrow. Okay with you, Mr. Henner?"

Timmy could barely keep his eyes open and he said, "Yes, indeed, Mr. Drew.
Barkley wants to know if he can sleep on the bed."

I looked at our dog whose hopeful face absolutely underscored Tim's
comment. I smiled and shook my head and said, "Sure, Barkley, you can sleep
with us." His tale flump flump flumped the floor.

Tim got up, offered his hand, I grabbed it and we slowly moved through the
house. I thought about how much I love the house and realized that I would
never sell it. I want the house to stay as it is, and I don't know that I
even want anybody living there. I'm incredibly fortunate to be able to keep
it empty if I—if we—decide to do so. Ken Riley never had to work. His
family, while not quite in the realm of Tim's family, was much more than
comfortable. When Ken died, I inherited his entire estate, which included
the bulk of Ken's parents' family, as he was the only child.

As we headed upstairs, I realized that having a dog in our house really
made a difference. That made me think about Des, whose work with the
shelter did not pay him nearly enough. I felt a smile in my gut as I began
hatching a plan.

Tim noticed me smiling and grinned. "You're working on something, I can
tell," he said as he shucked his clothes. I did the same and told Barkley
to wait until we got in bed. We brushed and flossed and soon were in bed. I
said, "Okay," and Barkley bounded on the bed.

He settled at the bottom and Tim came into my arms. I felt our bodies stir
and realized that it was simply too late. "Time for sleep, baby. So much to
do tomorrow. Right now, let's get some zzzzzzs. Sleep well, Timmy. I love
you," I said and about ten seconds later, I heard his deep soft breath, and
I joined him in dreamland.

I awoke to an empty bed, soft strains of Satriani coming from downstairs,
and the smell of a rich espresso blend mingled with bacon. For someone who
had never been allowed in a kitchen or cooked anything, Tim seemed to
genuinely love to cook. I laid in bed for a moment feeling waves of
gratitude wash over me. I'd dreamt of Ken and for the first time since his
death, remembering the dream didn't leave me with a sadness hangover.

The dream began as many of my Ken dreams began, with us naked, trying to
connect with one another, but a crowd of people, a huge wave, some other
obstacle stood between us. This time, we were eating dinner, the sexual
tension built, I raised an eyebrow and he nodded. Each of us stood and
began silently undressing. I loved his body, like mine in many ways, bulked
but not overly so, but smooth, as Ken hated body hair. His eyes, deep
brown, always mesmerized me. We held one another's gaze and stood regarding
the other. I felt my cock harden and begin to ache. And, at the moment when
the dream would generally devolve into disaster, instead, last night, in
the dream, Tim walked into the room, also naked. He took each of our hands
and smiled at us, pulling us closer. I wept silently in the dream amazed to
have my two loves alive and naked. Tim pushed Ken and I together and said,
"Let me see your love." As we moved into one another, I remembered the
beloved man's grip, the tenderness in his rough hands, how he often touched
my face as we kissed. And the way we kissed together, unlike any other in
my experience. Intense, heated, competitive, creative. He taught me to use
my lips, tongue, teeth, and more, my imagination to create a symphony while
kissing, whereas before, I'd only barely managed a thin melody.

Tim kept his hands on us, walking around, watching, whispering, "You guys
are so hot, oh my God, yea," and "Ken, show me! Teach me," and "Alex,
you're driving me crazy...." This hands reached between us, fondling our
cocks. I felt his fingers in my cheeks and heard Ken's responses as I
assumed Tim explored him. I took a breath and pulled Tim in to the circle,
saying, "Timmy, you, too," and then the three of us kissed. Time seemed to
stand still and then the dream changed.

We were in the basement room of our home, one that Timmy had never yet
seen, the room that Ken called his dungeon. Timmy was bent over a bench.  I
stood at his head, my cock in front of his luscious mouth. I watched Ken
lube Tim's ass as he said, "I am grateful that you want me, Tim." Then, he
began working himself into Tim, slowly, as Tim moaned and sought my cock.
His growingly talented tongue and lips gripped my cockhead, moving quickly
to suck lightly. He changed then, and focused his tongue in my piss slit,
as he pulled my balls.

"Oh fuck, baby, that's so good," I moaned. Watching Ken drilling Tim's ass
made me so hot, I knew that I wouldn't last long. I could tell from Ken's
breathing that watching Tim suck me had a similar result for him. And,
Tim's moans....shall we say we were all really hot? I nodded to Ken and he
rabbit fucked over Timmy's prostate. Tim gripped my balls harder and took
as much of my cock down his hungry throat as possible.

Ken was first to begin spewing, hunching over Tim's back, pulling his hips.
Tim held fast around my legs and I squirted my hot jizz into his throat.
Tim screamed hard against me and bucked as his body released his teen cum...

I was bounced from my dream reverie as Tim came in with a cup of coffee. He
saw me stroking and moved my hand saying, "I licked cum off of you before I
left the bed. You've had a busy morning," he put down the coffee and buried
himself between my legs and brought me quickly, images of the dream still
fresh, now my hands in the real boy's hair, fucking his face to my own
screaming cum.

"Holy shit," I panted, "you're right, baby. Thank you, by the way! I had a
dream of you and Ken and me, I'll tell you about it later, that was the cum
in my sleep. I was just thinking about it and then you came in and really
put the icing on the cake. Holy crap..."

He kissed me, and I licked a bit of my juice from his face. "I would love
to spend the day in bed with you," he said, "but your brunch is ready. Even
thought it's not exactly a "late brunch," as per your last request before
we slept, it is 8 a.m. and I know we've got a lot to talk about and do. If
we work hard, can we make a long time for sex this afternoon and evening?
We still have to talk about kink, and I've been keeping track, we're behind
on a couple of sex dates now. We've gotta catch up, or I'll start charging
you interest." His grin melted my heart and did nothing to get my cock to
quiet down.

I flipped him over and tickled him then sat up and said, "First, THANK YOU
for making breakfast. You are amazing. Second, YES, work hard then play
long and hard. Third, I did NOT forget about the kink discussion. In fact,
in my dream I realized that there's someplace to which I must introduce
you. Tonight."

"Mmm," Tim said in his sexiest voice, putting his finger in my mouth,
teasing me, "I love the sound of number three. And, a surprise? Yes,
indeed, I do love that...." I sucked his finger, and pulled him to me again
and with my hand on his face, kissed him, hard, tongue demanding his
attention. Timmy moaned and wiggled and I grinned.

I sighed and said, "Okay, we have to stop right now or we'll never leave
this room. I love you, Timmy Henner. Let's get the day going."

6.5.13 Company arrives tomorrow morning, so I won't have as much time to
write. Then, back to work. But, I'm as curious as you to see how Alex and
Tim fare, so I promise to keep writing. Thanks for reading. Daniel