Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2004 16:23:32 +1200 From: Arthur Subject: Altez: A Return ALTEZ A Return By Arthur Authors Note: It is with sadness and a heavy heart that I must report that my Grandson, Dylan, my own real life Altez, passed away at 16.22 hrs on Sunday the 11th July 2004. I did not know if I would be able to return here without his presence to keep me on track, it is only the outstandingly huge amount of support from you, the readers, that I am able to attempt to bring some form of conclusion to what is really his story. While I had many hopes that all your kind prayers would be answered, it is evident that he was needed elsewhere and although it has left a deep ravine in my soul, I must accept what cannot be changed. My Altez was the eldest son of a family of seven children; his mother being a solo parent had her hands full when I first met them. It is a tradition in our part of the world for an older person to take in and try to help in raising a younger person where the family is under pressure, while not common in European circles, it is traditional in Maori life. While His Mother was well aware of our relationship and the assistance I offered them, she also knew the type of stories I wrote and often liked to read them when completed, it is therefore only at her insistence that I am going to attempt to finish this story for you. I must stress at this point that Dylan, never was and never would be Gay, had he lived longer he *may* have been Bi, but his preference at all times was for the opposite sex and while he enjoyed experimenting with everything and usually read everything I wrote, any acts were initiated by him for his own reasons. To those of you whom would like to rise up on your hind legs and bray the sounds of bigotry, remember that not everything is black and white and that the following chapter is not a true event but only a meandering tale of possibility. Lastly, to my many friends on niftywriters, I thank you for your support and know that without you, things would have been a lot harder to face as some of you know that I also lost my son in much the same way some years ago, to have it happen again was devastating to say the least. Again my sincere thanks to all who emailed me and I apologize for not being able to reply to every one of you, your thoughts were well received at a very traumatic time and helped me to retain my sanity. So saying, I offer this final chapter in memory of my very special and dearly missed Altez. Dylan K. 1989-2004 My special boy, you will live forever in my heart. Email Note: For any replies, please note new email address at; artcart44@ihug.co.nz ************************************** "C...can we leave the light off, Ted?" "Sure Bub, don't want to be scared by the old man eh?" "No, you're not old, it's...just well, I'm not very big, you know, down there, and I'm sort of embarrassed." "Don't you worry about it Bub, what you have or don't have is just right for you, ok?" "I don't want to be a disappointment to you." "You'd never be that, look, just slide into bed and relax for a while, if you think you want to do anything then let me know. Remember Bub, this is about what you want, not what I want, ok?" A soft, Mmm, comes from the other side of the large bed as the rustle of clothes tells you he has lowered his silken shorts and removed his tee shirt to slide with his graceful movements under the covers. With a slight tremor in your knees and a shaking of your hands, you free yourself from your own clothes, keeping your boxers on for the sake of his modesty at this crucial time in his first adventure. Sliding into the bed and stopping inches away from him, you can almost feel the heat of his body pulsing out it's warmth and making the hair on your legs stand upright. His nearness and heat are overpowering as he lays as still as a statue, his breathing coming in short gasps as he tries to reconcile his situation. "Are you ok with this Bub?" "Yeah, yeah... I--I just don't know what to do." "Just lay there and try to relax, let me start for you and if there's anything you don't like just tell me to stop, ok?" "Ok, but I want to try everything if I can." "Ok Bub, but I think everything on the first night is not a good idea, lets just take it one step at a time, ok?" "Yeah sure, but please do something, I'm nearly busting." Letting a soft chuckle escape your lips, you reach over softly and begin to gently rub his abdomen lightly with your fingertips, slowly working upwards towards his small tight nubs. His golden skin is like gossamer as you let your fingers creep upwards until you feel the tight little buttons on his chest. Placing one finger in your mouth, you wet a forefinger and lay it onto the right nub and begin to softly caress it to it's fullest extent, his body shivers under you as a deep sigh of pleasure escapes his rose like lips. The second finger begins on his left nub in the same way; he begins to relax into the sensation of joy coming from his tightened nipples. His breathing is getting shorter as you gently keep up the soft assault on a part of him he never thought of as exciting. The writhing under the blankets tells of his excitement as he thrusts his hips upward, the outline of his hardness showing clearly through the covers, a quick glance downwards and your eyes lift in surprise as the size of the lump is certainly not small, where he got the idea he was undersize, only he knew. Leaving his throbbing nipples, you let one hand trace a soft line down his abdomen until you feel the softness of the start of his light glory trail, still with the softness of fuzz as it disappears into the top of his small tight briefs. His stomach lifts with nervous energy as you trace across his hips to find his erogenous zone just near his hipbones. A dampness attaches to your finger as you graze his glans as it pushes hard at the top of his underwear; this boy is not small, especially for his tender age. The gasps of pleasure had now become moans of delight as you carefully rub back and forth across his pelvis, occasionally letting a finger tease the damp tip as it pushes harder in it's attempt to break free from the restriction of the fabric. His body is now emitting so much heat that he is like a fire without flame, his moans growing in intensity as you continue with your soft play. In your head you feel as though you want to dive on in and get it over with, the pressure on your libido is now at bursting point but only your sense of being there for him is stopping you from finishing it to your own satisfaction. A jumble of incomprehensible words issue from his throat as you finally run your finger down the length of the still hidden hardness under the fabric. The rigidity of the long slender shaft; jumps mightily under your ministrations as you trace the full length until your finger rubs the top of his encapsulated scrotum. The nicely formed eggs are tight against his lower body as you run gently down to barely touch his perineum for the first time, eliciting a loud gasping intake of air from the thrashing head on the pillow beside you. "Feel good?" The garbled reply is lost in the throws of the wildly gyrating body under your hands. With consummate gentleness you ease your hand under the top of the now wet and stretched briefs, easing them slowly downward to free his boy hood for the first time. His need for freedom makes him automatically lift his hips for you to remove completely the restricting garment and with a sigh of abandonment he collapses once again onto the waiting bed. >From the moonlight entering the room, you can see his expanded shaft as it throbs in synchronization to his beating heart; the tip is bright with the precum that had been flowing freely, his foreskin still barely covering his well-formed purple head. Each beat of his heart sent the organ jumping upwards until it ejected a little more of his special nectar for self-lubrication. The silken feel of his soft golden pubic hair is like mink under your fingers as you comb it out with tender strokes, teasing and testing his reactions to your ministrations. The shaft is now jumping with it's own needs and demands as you lower your head down towards the succulent grape waiting under the partially extracted foreskin. The fresh smell of soap and virile boy, assails your nostrils, as you get closer to the object so demanding in its need for release. With moist lips you ease back his foreskin while enveloping his hot lubricated glans, the loud excited cry coming from above you, indicates you have finally done what he had been waiting for as, with one single thrust from his hips, he begins to fill your mouth with that first forceful blast of salty liquid that is all pent up boy. The suddenness of his emission catches you by surprise and only long years of experience make you capable of continuing his extraction of juices. A pair of strong youthful hands clamp onto the back of your head as he tries to thrust deeper into the warmth of your mouth in his haste to empty the fullness of his loins. Small gasps escape his lips as his body shudders out the last of his loins into your waiting mouth until, with a bone jarring shudder he collapses onto the bed in a delirium of satiated exhaustion, his limbs falling like storm torn branches after a wild tempest. Seconds pass as you lay back beside him on the pillow, his chest heaving in breathless gasps as he tries to regain some semblance of normality into his young body. Another small shudder goes through his body as he turns his glazed eyes towards you and with an almost super human effort he reaches out his arms as he turns towards you and lays his now cooling body close to your own. Through your own satisfaction of bring him to his consummation, you hear a soft sob and lifting his head with your finger, you see a small tear begin its downward journey towards his glowing cheek. "What's the matter Bub?" "I'm...sorry...I wanted it to last longer but it just all came out so quick." "Hey, don't worry, I'm sure it's not your fault, the main thing is, did you like it?" "Oh hell yeah, that was way better than when the girl tried to do it, why can you do it better than a girl?" His voice is barely above a whisper as you look down into his still flushed face. "Well Bub, gay guys know what guys like and, sometimes we even know a bit more than most guys think they like." "Like what?" "Aha, that's for you to find out when you think you're ready." "Ten minutes enough time for you?" His tinkling giggle brings out a deeper chuckle from you as he hugs closer and thrusts his hips towards you, his not so limp member still wet from his discharge as it lays onto your thigh. "Ten minutes sounds fine to me Bub, as long as you're up to it." "If you do that thing to my nips again, I'll be up to it in less than ten minutes." "So you liked that did you?" "Yeah, never thought a guy could feel like that, I know girls get hot if you suck their nips, but a guy, well." "Every one is different Bub, some people like one thing and others like something else, no two are the same when it comes to your hot spots." "Hot spots?" "They're called, erogenous zones, every body has them and they aren't all in the same place for everyone." "How many do I have, Ted?" "That's what I'm going to find out when you're ready." "Where are they then?" "All over your body, as I said, everyone is different, some guys can have upwards of 80 different places that make them hot, some only 10 or 20, depends on the person." "How do you know where to look then, if everyone is different?" "There's a couple of places that are the same on most people, so you start with them and work from there." "What are they?" "Like I did for you, most guys love to have their nipples rubbed, then there's your perineum and of course up inside you is your prostate, but I don't think you're ready for that one yet. Now as well there is the inside of your thighs and usually behind the knees, across your hip bone and over your pelvis are usually favorites places." "Where is the prostrate thing?" You find it hard to keep the chuckle out of your voice as you explain the difference between prostate and prostrate. "No Bub, prostrate is when you are lying down still, like if you were dead or something, prostate is your fun button and is up inside your butt, just where the base of your dick is inside you, I'll show you some other time when you feel up to it." "How you going to show me if it's up inside my bum." "Ever heard of long fingers?" "Wha...you're joking, right?" "No." "You mean.. you put your finger in my bum hole?" "Yep, but only if you say so, it's not as bad as you think, and if you get your fun button pushed a couple of times, you'll know why." "So that's how gay guys do it, with their fingers?" "Well that and the extra finger they have." "Extra finger?" Gently grasping his now rising shaft, you give it a soft squeeze. "Oh, damn, you mean my dick?" "Yep, but that's only for guys that know what they're doing, I have a feeling that you're what we call straight, or maybe just a little bit Bi, I don't think you should try doing anything like having a dick in you. We can experiment with a finger for your prostate when you think you want to, but I don't think you should try anything else bigger than that." "What if I really like it and wanted to try?" "That would have to be your decision and I would try to talk you out of it." "Why?" "Because I don't think it's for you." "Oh, ok, well it's just a thought." An insistent hardness rubbing against your thigh and the closer hugging of a warm young body, tells you that a certain person is feeling frisky again. "Something you want Bub?" "Uhm...show me some more erogis places?" Looking down into the sparkling hazel eyes you let out a soft chuckle at the thought of an erogis place, `oh well better than an ice block'. Rolling the compliant body onto his back, you begin to tweak the small brown nipples again as you lower your head to his neck and begin to lightly run your moist tongue from his shoulder to just below his ear lobe. The answering purr from his loose lips tells you that you started in the right place as you begin to work more seriously on his lobe. Again you let your fingers dance a light tango on his youthful abdominals as you work the wonders of tongue in ear. Already his shaft is leaking out his young nectar onto the back of your fingers as they brush lightly over the rigid head as it peaks out from its stretching sheath of protective silken skin. His body is once again moving with a resonance of a taught violin string as you search out his erogenous spots, much to his guttural delight. Lifting your head, you begin to suckle lightly on his tender nubs with your lips, the sucking motion along with the slight roughness of your tongue, soon have him in a blissful hip thrusting mood again. Wetting your second finger, you lower it carefully to his perineum and begin the slow up and down caress that is guaranteed to drive any rampant male wild. His legs open wider until they are almost straight out from his slim body. The knees bend upward to help in the thrusting motion of his hips as you lower your finger further under his scrotum enough to just barely graze the start of his tight small anus. No further than just the edge of his tight ring then slowly back to the base of his now extremely tight sac. Leaving his sensitive nubs you move your head down again to his throbbing shaft, its foreskin now tucked tightly under his glans as it strains to find relief. A gentle caress of your tongue across the underside of his rampant glans, followed by a silvery trail of your own saliva down the length of his shaft, soon has him whimpering like a small boy with no way to escape the overload of his senses. As your tongue grazes the base of his penis, where the first skin of his scrotum starts, you notice a few small light hairs and with a touch of the devil in you, you take them between your teeth and pull on them gently. At the resounding groan and the rigid straightening of his body you smile to yourself in satisfaction, while it is not a spot you would have thought of as erogenous, his reactions told you different, that and the downward thrust of a pair of clutching hands on the back of your head. Through the gasps and thrusts you can hear a droning litany from the perspiring lips of the figure of your infatuation. "More, more, more." It's not your place to argue with his demands so you return to the same place and begin to ravage the two small indentations either side of boyhood. His hips thrust up so hard towards your searching lips as his hands press down, that you find it hard to breathe with your nose buried so deeply into his crotch. His knees now pull upward and back until they are ticked tightly against his straining chest, his soft smooth hole is now wide open for inspection. Forcing your head away from his hands, you lower your tongue more until it is almost touching his tender bud, the series of oohs and ahhs coming from somewhere above you indicate that he wants a lot more of tongue but you decide to keep it for another time and return to his so tight sac and to work a little more magic on that sensitive place. With a free hand you gently take his pulsing shaft below the foreskin and smoothly begin to pull it up over his leaking glans in a long slow action until it is again fully covered, which, of course is time to take it all the way down again. The slow long strokes running the full length of his organ in the most teasing form of masturbation, soon has his legs rigidly out wide on the bed gain, freeing your mouth to take in just the purple head and its sweet elixir of lubrication. While you work your hidden wonders on his golden skin you lift your eyes to his torso to watch with fascination the interplay of his muscles as they jump in small tics of movement as the rest of his body turns to a rigid beam of golden steel. The swelling of his glans in your mouth tells its own story and as his tight slit begins to open for its discharge, you release your hand and take his full length deep into the narrowness of your throat while the first heady blast rockets out of its launch tube. The resultant cry seems to shake the very foundations of your house as the pulsing grows faster and the salty hot liquid scalds your dry throat on its journey into your stomach. The powerful strength of the hands on the back of your head as they push you further down onto the erupting organ bely the young age of body writhing in ecstasy under you. The pressure on your head recedes as his body collapses in a sweating heap of exhausted boy, his shaft still thick in your mouth but softening in small throbs as its over taxed veins surrender to his satiation. The small mewing sounds coming from his throat as his mouth slackens into a gaping, gasping maw, with his tongue lolling around the edge of his lips as he tries to regain some sense of place, leaves you with a tight but satisfied smile on your bruised lips. Slowly the tension runs from his taught muscles as he unwinds from his exertions, his chest still heaves in giant gasping breathes as you place an arm under his head to cradle him gently close to you. A heaving sigh escapes his lips as he slowly moves towards you with an obvious intent to snuggle as close as he can get, his body becoming elastic in its limpness and total surrender to his fulfillment. Soft lips breathe hotly on your ear as whisper of sound comes from red lips of the sweat-streaked face. "Ted, will you do this a lot of times for me?" "Just ask, Altez, just ask." "Good, I still like girls but I want to do this a lot with you, please?" "Like I said my Altez, just ask." End: