Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2010 12:53:13 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'M AVAILABLE - 10

It was eight-thirty before I re-entered the world.  I wasn't concerned
though.  Kevin and I had decided before going to bed that we were both
going to play hooky that day.  There was simply too much to do.  Kevin was
still asleep in his space beside me.  I was exhilarated just contemplating
the future.  I got up on one elbow and just stared drinking him in.  I
loved the curve of his cheek, the finely sculptured nose and his golden
locks.  And wonder of wonders he was all mine.  Well for five years anyway.
I knew that at the age of eighteen Kevin was free to make his own way in
the world if he elected to.  Oh I knew that his mother could rescind the
document at any time.  However to get Kevin back she would have to stop
drinking, stop prostituting herself and get a proper job and she would have
to change her attitude towards gays.  Fat chance all of that was going to
happen.  Without a doubt Kevin was all mine and I was filled with elation
over the prospects.  Without thinking I reached over and kissed him.

"Hmmmm, does that mean you like me," he smiled opening his eyes.

"Come on, we have lots to do today.  Get up and get going sleepyhead."

Kevin stretched his arms and yawned, "Only if I can cook breakfast."

"Be my guest," I replied.  "Meanwhile I will see you in the shower."

As usual it was difficult to keep my hands off of him as we bathed.  I
soaped him thoroughly and he returned the favour.  Strangely beyond that
neither of us initiated any sex.  I believe we were just too excited about
beginning our new lives.

Kevin continued to exhibit his cooking skills.  He added sauteed onions and
spices to the cubed potatoes.  They were delicious.  He also fried
tomatoes, calamari mushrooms, and Canadian bacon done on the crispy side
just the way I like it.

"You could do well writing a cookbook Kevin.  This meal is scrumptious."

"Yeah?  What would I call it?"

'How about 'Cooking in the Nude'," I chuckled.

On the more serious side we decided together that he would complete his
school year at his present school before transferring to a new school
closer to his new home.  He agreed to get me appointments with his teachers
who taught the core subjects.  We had to get his marks up.  I also insisted
that he made some friends with boys his own age and spend time with them.

He explained, "I was always embarrassed because I could never bring them
home."

"Well," I reminded him, "Now you can.  You will have your own room with
your own furniture including a bed and....."

"A bed? What's the point of that?" he laughed.  "I'll never use it."

I reminded him again.  "How is it going to look if you have a friend over
and there is no bed in your room?"

"Oh yeah," he agreed "I guess we'd better get one."

He was thrilled to learn that I was giving him three hundred dollars to
immediately improve his wardrobe.  We spent the afternoon in the mall.  We
made some furniture purchases and then he drove me crazy in various
clothing outlets trying on one item after another before making a
selection.  Strangely it seemed to me at the time he asked if he could
spend the final one hundred dollars on food.

"That's not necessary, " I told him.

"Yeah but I want to try out some new dishes and I need items that I know
you will never buy."

He ended up purchasing all manner of herbs, spices, sauces, vinegars and
dressings.  Kevin went on to create the most sumptuous dishes
imaginable. He soon became the only cook in the house.  I often had friends
over and they always raved about Kevin's dishes.  I even invited the boss
and his wife over one weekend, I knew I had scored some points when the
wife asked Kevin for some recipes.

His marks did improve and he passed his year with ease.

He brought home several friends.  Unless he told me I never knew whether
they were straight or gay.  That was Kevin's business.

We spent countless hours together doing such things as going to movies,
playing in video arcades, fishing up north and going to sporting events.
To me some of the most enjoyable times were spent together at home.  I
would be curled up with a good book while he did his homework beside me or
we would lay entwined as we watched TV. We were settling into a routine and
life was good.

Kevin loved his new school.  Starting fresh his marks steadily improved and
soon he became a member of the honour role.  I was so proud and pleased I
started a scholarship fund for him and I promised I would sponsor him
through college.

We tried to keep in touch with his mother.  When she refused to talk on the
telephone Kevin paid her a private visit.  She slammed the door in his face
and Kevin has never returned.  Today I don't know whether he knows whether
hi mother is alive or dead.

Our love deepened as the months went by.  Kevin was going through puberty
and his cock began to grow rapidly. It soon passed seven inches and was
becoming quite the handful Among other gifts I bought him two pair of
handcuffs for his fifteenth birthday.  He was thrilled and insisted we try
then out immediately.

Before he could change his mind I grabbed him, dragged him to the bedroom
and threw him onto the bed.  Unceremoniously I strapped a hand to each
bedpost with the handcuffs.

"Please master, don't hurt me," he cried, "I'll do anything you want."

I grabbed his gonads and twisted them.  They were quite a handful now.
"Silence dog!" I screamed, "Or I'll twist them right off!"

"No, no! Don't torture me!"

I twisted harder.

"I'll do anything," he whimpered.

I took him up on it.  I straddled him around the shoulders and pointed my
cock at his mouth.  He could now take me in with ease but I had other
ideas.  "Open your mouth slut!" I yelled.

He opened it wide expecting me to shove it in to the hilt.  Instead I moved
forward just enough that my mushroomed head barely touched his lips. "Just
suck the head and do it hard!" I demanded. I leaned forward a little more
until the entire head was in his mouth.  He bobbed furiously. At the same
time I grabbed my shaft and began to vigorously ejaculate.  His mouth and
my hand wrestled for possession of my glans.  I warned him, "You better
swallow every drop or you will pay the consequences."

The double action of his mouth and my hand brought me quickly to a climax.
I moaned loudly as I began to deliver my seed.  I let the first drops to
anoint his tongue.  Then I purposely pulled out as I continued to pump.  I
allowed my gism to spray his face.  I was so aroused that copious amounts
splashed over his eyes, cheeks, and nose. More dribbled off his chin.  He
was a mess and he loved it!

"Oh no master," he cried, "i didn't mean to do that.  Please untie me so I
can lick it all up!" He reached out with his tongue and tried to wipe some
of it off.

"You are a disgrace!" I yelled, "You wasted all my juice!  I have to punish
you now!"  I picked up my cock and slapped it hard several times across his
mouth and cheek.

The game was working for me as much as it was for him.  My organ was
staying rock hard.  I got down between his legs and began to push them up.

"No no, not that!" Kevin cried, "Don't rape me. You are too big.  You'll
kill me!"

"That's your problem!" I shouted.

I grabbed some lubricant from the bedside and anointed his rosebud.
Pressing forward I rammed my cock into his hole.  I didn't stop until my
pubes made contact with his ass.

"How's that slut?" I yelled.

He moaned, "It hurts. It hurts!"

I knew from previous encounters that he now had no problem taking me all
in.  "Take it like a man!" I growled pulling it part way out and then
slamming it right back in.

I wasn't sure I could cum again so quickly but it was sure fun trying.  I
continued to slam his butt with rough abandon. I grabbed his gonads and
twisted them once more.  "You are still complaining too much slut."

"Anything you say master.  It's okay.  Use your monster cock to fill my
chute with your thick cream.  I can handle it," he slurred.

All this time his cock was engorged to the hilt and I had ignored it.  It
was time to get him off too.  I finally grasped it. "One more word and I'm
going to cream this like its never been creamed before!"

"Oh no, not that.  Anything but that!"

I continued to slam against his ass as I pumped him. I knew that the
ecstasy that he was screaming out now was the real thing.  As he began to
show the signs of climaxing I stopped pumping his ass but I left it buried
to the hilt.  His cock was long enough now that I was easily able to reach
down and take him into my mouth.  My lips finished the job.

"OHHHHHH," he screeched.

His nectar never tasted so sweet.  I slowly pulled my cock out and lay
beside him as he closed his eyes.

He finally whispered, "Oh shit, what a work out!"

I got up on one elbow and told him, "You look great tied up like this.  I
think I'll leave you like this and attack you again in the morning."

The look he gave me suggested he didn't know if I was kidding or not.  I
laughed and released him.  We saved water and showered together again.

Kevin raved about that night for weeks on end.

He continued to grow and became a handsome young man with a well defined
chest.  His organ topped out at eight inches, just a little shorter than
mine.

Our love continued to deepen but the sex became less and less important to
me.  I sat down with him and explained that I was the problem, not him. "To
put it bluntly," I said, "I'm a boy lover and you are no longer a boy.  You
are a terrific handsome and talented young man!"

We both cried and he told me that if there was another boy out there
somewhere who needs a father as much as he needed one he hoped that we
could somehow find each other.  It was the best thanks he could have given
me.  I asked him through the tears if he thought I should go back to
sitting in the park?

He was chosen to be the valedictorian at his high school graduation.  He
gave a wonderful speech on love and commitment and the need to have a solid
pillar to look up to in one's life. He finished by saying, "And so my
fellow graduates I know I would not be standing here tonight as your
valedictorian if it wasn't for my mentor, my rock, my best friend, and yes
he's my father, Max."  He then pointed to me and asked me to stand and take
a bow.  Although the tears were streaming down my cheeks I steeled myself,
stood, and waved.  The audience stood as one and gave us both a standing
ovation.  Kevin had made it a memorable evening for both of us.

I kept my word and sponsored him through university.  For the longest time
he told me he wanted to be a proffessional cook but at the last moment he
changed his mind and entered law school.  Part way through his studies
Kevin brought Jeremy home to meet his father.  The two of them could hardly
keep their hands off each other.  I told Jeremy that any friend of Kevin's
was a friend of mine.

I wasn't surprised when they announced thay planned to move in together.
They also planned a joint practice specializing in gay rights.  Kevin and I
cried and hugged a lot that evening.

These many years later we remain very close.  I probably see him more than
the average parent would see their grown child.  He knows I'm there if he
needs me.  We also never miss a birthday or major holiday.  However the
most important day of the year for both of us is the anniversary of the day
when we met in the park and he told me that he was available.


Postscript

If this story makes just one person think about how he might make a
difference in a child's life then I will have achieved one of my goals.

I thank all those who have taken the time in their busy lives to comment on
my work.  Your words inspire me. I can always be contacted at
wildwing66@hotmail.com.  I will respond.

An excellent Nifty author and kind friend has agreed to reprint my story
'David's Northern Adventures' on his fine web site.  He has my permission
to continue the story.  You can see it at <davidsnorthern.wordpress.com>.
My next story on Nifty will be 'The Boy Downstairs' in the A/Y section.

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Wild Wing