Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:14:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Just Like Old Times 4 Just Like Old Times - Part 4 It was Thursday evening... the last night before his wife and kids came back from their short trip out-of-town. As the man made the now-familiar drive from the suburbs to the city, his mind focused on the erotic adventures he would have with the sexy 13-year-old hustler. Bobby was waiting at the arranged spot in the park -- a deserted picnic pavilion off the road -- and began walking toward him. The man hopped out of the car, meeting the boy half-way. "Hi Bobby! Shall we go back to my place again tonight?" "Sure. Your house is awesome, Billy." The boy hugged the man, with his face pressed tightly to the man's chest. The man was surprised and delighted by the gesture, and he hugged Bobby in return, arms encircling the boy's shoulders and back. The man nuzzled the lad's dark hair, breathing in the arousing boy-scent. Bobby loosened his grip a bit and looked up into the man's face. "I'm glad it's just the two of us this time. I got kinda jealous when you and Travis were doin' sex stuff together last night." "I'm glad too," the man replied, with a warm smile. As they walked toward the car, the man pulled out his wallet. The boy-prostitute had required payment of his fee in advance at their three previous encounters. "I don't want to do it for money tonight, Billy," said the boy, as he pushed away the hand holding a 20 and a 10. "I want it to be like we were... I don't know... not doin' it for money." "Are you sure, Bobby?" "Yeah... but don't expect it to be free next time," he said with a big smile and a wink, as he opened the passenger door of the expensive sedan. During the 20-minute drive to the man's upscale neighborhood, Bobby snuggled close to the man. The man kept his right arm around the boy's shoulder most of the time, squeezing affectionately, as Bobby's hand caressed the man's thigh. Rock music played on the radio, not too loud, and there was only minimal conversation. They pulled into the garage and entered the house through the inside door. "A beer?" asked the man, opening the refrigerator and offering a bottle. "Sure," replied the boy, and he took several swallows right away. As he had the night before, Bobby picked out a CD for the living room stereo... this time a softer selection -- Cowboy Junkies "Trinity Session" -- and they sat down close together on the sofa. As the man put his arm around Bobby, the boy rested his head against the man's shoulder. They sat silently for a while, listening to the spare, evocative music. The boy seemed deep in thought. "Billy," the boy said at last, in a serious tone. "I need to tell you something." "Sure. Go right ahead." "You know how I said I don't do gay stuff, like making out and sucking and... you know... taking a cock in my ass." "Yes... and I'm OK with that," said the man. "Well, it's not true. I've done those things.... Done all that stuff with Travis a bunch of times. And sometimes I do blow-jobs for customers, when they really want it and pay me extra." His eyes looked away from the man's face, as if in shame. Then his eyes turned back to meet the man's, and the words started flowing quickly. "I don't want people thinking I'm gay. And *I* don't want to think I'm gay either. I don't look like it or act like it, right?... you know, like Travis gets all sissy-acting sometimes, or those men you see downtown who want to tell the whole fuckin' world how gay they are ... my friends call them 'flaming fags' and make fun of them. I want to be straight, Billy. I had a girlfriend during school, ya know... and we would make out together, and it was nice. But I also like to... you know... I like to do stuff with guys. It feels so good, and I daydream about it all the time.... I'll see a certain kinda guy and think about doing sex with him, and I get an incredible boner and need to find a place to jack off.... But I'm not gay! You understand what I'm saying?" "I know exactly what you're saying, Bobby. I'm in the same situation. I guess you know I'm married." The boy nodded. "... and I like having sex with women just fine. But ever since I was your age, I've known that sex between guys was wonderful. And ever since I met you... well, I'm totally certain there's something very special and totally-right about the way you and I make each other feel good." The boy smiled, for the first time in the conversation. "Yeah! That's for sure!" "As for whether you're gay or straight... well, I think most guys are bisexual. I know I am. And it all comes down to how you want to live your life... you can emphasize your straight side like I did, but still have sex with guys. Or you can emphasize your gay side and be like those 'flamers' you were talking about, but maybe fool around with women sometimes. You have lots of time to decide. For a guy your age, it makes sense not to label yourself. But it's really good if you can find someone you trust... who you can talk to about anything and everything. And maybe that person will be somebody you can even fall in love with." Bobby wrapped his arms around the man's chest and hugged him tightly, saying nothing. The man continued, "I hope, Bobby, that you'll feel like you can trust me." Bobby looked up at the man. His eyes glistened with moisture. "I do, Billy," he said in a hoarse near-whisper. Then he climbed onto the man's lap, straddling his hips, and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "I trust you." The man embraced the boy lovingly, and they hugged, without saying another word. Bobby's face pressed against the man's neck and shoulder, breathing the man's scent, trying not to cry. The man buried his face in the boy's hair. "I was thinking about you all day today; every minute," said Bobby, bringing his face up to look into the man's eyes. His hands moved along the man's strong arms. "You're exactly what I want to be when I grow up... and I feel really good when I'm with you." He leaned forward and kissed the man's lips... gently at first... then more firmly... then snaking his tongue into the man's mouth. The man responded with joyful pleasure, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy. His hands worked their way up under the boy's shirt, roaming over the warm, smooth skin of his back, feeling the wiry youthful muscles just beneath the surface. He was amazed at how good a kisser the boy was... sultry, playful, inventive... sometimes aggressive, other times passive... but most of all, utterly sexy! "Want to get in the hot tub?" asked the man when their long kiss finally broke. "I can't wait to rub against your naked body in the warm water." "Yeah," sighed the boy, leaning forward to kiss the man again before climbing off his lap. Walking across the floor to the back patio, they left a trail of clothing along the way. By the time they got to the tub, they were both naked... the man's cock half-hard... the boy with a raging boner pointing toward the dark sky. They climbed into the 100-degree water, with the jets of bubbles swirling around them, and settled back into the built-in seats across from each other. Bobby stretched a leg out and rubbed his foot against the man's well-developed chest, feeling the soft hairs with his toes. The man brought his hands to the foot and fondled it. "You get off on my feet, don't you?" said the boy. "Yes; that's right... do you mind?" "Are you kidding?!" Bobby lifted his slender foot out of the water and touched it to the man's mouth. "It feels awesome when you suck my toes," he said, with a sly grin. The man lost no time accepting the invitation, holding the size-7 foot in his hands and sliding his lips over the big toe. Sucking and licking it like it was a fat little cock, the man felt a surge of sexual excitement. His lust rose even further when the boy's other foot slid up to the man's crotch and began rubbing against his erection. Bobby spread his toes apart, and the man sucked each one... moving gradually down the line until he was fellating the little toe. Then he licked the whole foot in broad strokes of his tongue. When he was done, he looked at the boy and smiled. "Nice!" said Bobby, as his foot finally sank back in the water. "Yeah!" sighed the man. "Wanna make out some more?" suggested the boy. And without waiting for a reply, he waded over and straddled the man's lap, just as they'd been on the sofa, but this time totally naked. The two bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle... their erections rubbing together sensuously under water... arms wrapped around each other, drawing their bodies even closer. Bobby kissed the man's shoulder, his mouth and tongue tasting the masculine essence. The boy's lips kissed their way up the man's neck, to his earlobe, to his jaw-line. A line of gentle kisses brought Bobby to the man's lips, and again they became lost in the explorations of their tongues and lips... kissing deeply, hungrily. The more intensely they kissed, the more urgent became the wet rubbing-together of their tensing bodies. The erotic atmosphere was thick and pungent, and the man's whole being throbbed with desire for the boy. When their mouths finally separated, they were both breathless, flushed, supremely aroused. "You feel so wonderful," sighed the boy against the man's ear, so quietly it was almost inaudible... an escaped thought rather than an intentional statement. The man kissed the boy's thick hair, and his hands began massaging Bobby's slender round ass cheeks. As his fingers stroked the exquisitely-soft skin, they worked their way into the crack. Bobby's torso leaned into the man's chest and he thrust his ass up and back, inviting the man's continued probing. The man's fingertip began rubbing a deliciously-erotic circle around Bobby's anal pucker. The boy flexed his anus open, and the finger slid in, knuckle-deep. "Oh, Christ! It feels so good when you play with my asshole!" said the boy with giddy, unrestrained lust. When Bobby realized what he'd done, he covered his mouth with his hand, knowing that his words had been loud enough to carry to the closest neighboring house, and perhaps other homes as well, in the quiet night air. "Maybe we should go inside," said the man, smiling. "It wouldn't be good to get a bunch of cum in the hot-tub." Bobby was relieved that the man wasn't angry, and they kissed again before climbing out. They dried off at the back door and came inside, towels wrapped around their waists. The CD was still playing the quirky mellow music, and the boy went to pick up his almost-empty beer bottle... finishing it with a swallow. Bobby looked at the pictures on the wall above the stereo... photographs of a 7-year- old girl and 10-year-old boy. "Those are your kids," said the boy. It was a statement rather than a question. "Yes," the man replied. "My wife and kids are out of town for a couple days." "How long ago were the pictures taken?" asked the boy. "Just before last Christmas." "What's the boy's name? He kind of... you know... cute." "Steve. We've always called him Stevie. He's 10." "Can I see his room?" "Sure," said the man, and they walked up the stairs, passing the master bedroom. As they entered the son's room, Bobby looked around with wide eyes... and more than a little jealousy. Steve had a fairly large room, with two twin beds (one of them unmade and disheveled), an assortment of expensive sports equipment, an Apple computer, a small TV, model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, and thousands of Lego pieces... some assembled as vehicles or buildings or space ships, others in big plastic bins. Bobby explored every nook. It was a dream-room to his eyes. He even started looking through Steve's dresser, and the man didn't object. Bobby pulled out a pair of underpants... white, with Star Wars pictures on them. "Can I put these on?" he asked, as he dropped the towel and stood naked. "Sure; why not," said the man indulgently, as he watched the boy pull on underpants that were a size too small... and all the more sexy because of it. Bobby's penis and balls were prominently outlined by the soft white material, and his incredibly cute butt was perfectly displayed... decorated by little pictures of starships and droids. The boy went over to the unmade bed and sat down on it, running his hand along the soft cotton sheets with his hand. He stopped and looked up at the man. "He wets the bed at night, doesn't he." (His accent made the last words sound like "dud-nee".) "Yes. How did you know?" "The plastic cover underneath the sheet. I had the same thing until I stopped wetting my bed... about a year ago." "He's getting a lot better lately. Dry most nights." "Do you ever get him up in the middle of the night to take him to pee?" asked Bobby. "Why, yes... Just before I go to sleep." The man's mind veered to thoughts of rousing Steve at 12:30 in the morning, walking him across the hall, wearing only his underpants, to empty his bladder. "Do you... like... stand behind him and hold his dick while he pees?" The man was so surprised that he couldn't even speak for a moment. It was as if Bobby could read his thoughts... as if the boy had been there watching the man helping his half-asleep son pee in the middle of the night... holding his immature penis while the urine flowed into the toilet. The man had always struggled to supress a forbidden urge each time he touched his son's penis. He was less successful, however, at supressing the fantasies his imagination sometimes generated. "Yes.... I do that," said the man at last. "Seems like you do the same thing for Stevie that my Dad did for me when I was younger. I really liked to have him do it." "I don't think Steve ever really wakes up all the way. He's a really sound sleeper," said the man. "Billy, do you... did you ever...." "Did I ever what?" asked the man, his curiosity fully engaged. "If Steve is dry when you come in at night, do you ever suck his dick as a reward?" The man's mouth dropped open. "Of course not!" he said emphatically, reflexively disavowing the taboo sexual scenarios that sometimes materialized in his head when he masturbated. Then he reached out and touched the boy's arm. "Sorry. I didn't mean to sound angry... it's just that I don't do sexual things with Stevie." But once again, the boy had seemed to enter the man's most private thoughts. Then it occurred to him. "Does your father..." "Yeah; when I was young. He would come into my room at night and check to see if I was dry. And if was, he'd give me a special reward when we finished going to the bathroom. He would play with my dick and bring the special feeling. I think it was almost like I was cumming, but no sperm came out of my boner back then. Sometimes he used his fingers to give me the special feeling, but other times he used his mouth. I guess that was a bad thing for him to do, huh?" The man thought for a moment. "Did he force you to do it?" The boy shook his head from side to side. "Did he do anything you didn't want?" asked the man. Bobby shook his head again. "Did it make you uncomfortable?" This time, the boy laughed out loud. "No way! It felt amazing!" said Bobby. "Well... I don't think fathers and sons should do those things... but I wouldn't call it 'bad'." "Mom came in and found him sucking my dick one time, when I was 9. She kicked Dad out of the house. I haven't seen him since... not even a letter or a phone call." "Oh, Bobby," said the man, sitting down next to the boy and putting his arm around his shoulder. "I'm so sorry." "I really missed him, Billy. Mom kept telling me that doing sex with him was incredibly bad. I felt so guilty, because I liked what he did... so maybe it was my fault. And if I played with my dick and made it get stiff, I felt so dirty that I tried to not ever touch myself down there. Last year I started fooling around with Travis... he showed me how to shoot cum, and how to do all sorts of stuff. I decided that Mom was talking bullshit, and I don't feel guilty or dirty about it at all anymore." There was an interval of silence. The man could think of nothing to say... only to wrap his arms around the boy and hold him tight. "Billy?" said the boy at last. "Could we do something? A game, kinda?" "I guess so. What?" "Would you... pretend you were my Dad... and you were, like, coming to my room at night?" The man looked into Bobby's hopeful face, and he knew he couldn't refuse... he had no desire to refuse anyway. "Sure," said the man, feeling a growing buzz of excitement in his brain. Bobby explained the details of the nightly ritual... and all about the "special reward" when he had been dry. "I understand, Bobby. You get in Steve's bed, and I'll turn out the light, then come back in and be your dad?" "Yeah.... And, uh, could you put on pajama pants? Dad always wore them. No shirt, though." "Sure." As Bobby pulled the covers over his body, the man leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Good night, son," he said softly. Then he clicked off the light and walked quickly back to his own bedroom, turning off other lights as he went. His heart was racing. Even though they were ostensibly playing out Bobby's daddy/son scenario, if conformed so closely to the man's own fantasies it was incredible. He put on a pair of soft cotton pajama pants and headed back to the room. Entering in the dark, he made his way to the bed. The covers were still pulled over the boy, who lay on his back, silent and still. Just like when he checked on Stevie at night, the man slipped his hand beneath the covers... down to the front of the boy's underpants... feeling with his fingers... feeling dryness... feeling the penis beneath the material. "Good boy... totally dry," he murmured softly. "I'm so proud of you, Bobby," he said, as he pulled back the covers and lifted Bobby to a standing position. "Let's go to the bathroom so you can pee." "OK, Daddy," said Bobby in a sleepy-sounding little-boy voice, as the two walked together in near-darkness to the bathroom across the hall. The man felt a surge of emotion at hearing the boy call him 'Daddy', and his penis began to stiffen beneath the loose material of the pajama pants. The man stood behind Bobby, his bare chest against the boy's back, spooning the lad's body with his own. A dim night-light lit the scene. His fingers slid between the waistband and Bobby's warm skin, and he eased the snug underpants just enough to free the boy's penis. The man's left arm wrapped around Bobby's chest while his right hand went to the warm soft penis, holding it with his thumb and two fingers. "Let go of your pee... Bobby." It was so similar to his ritual with his own son that he almost called the boy 'Stevie'. The flow of urine cascaded down into the toilet, as the man felt the slight vibration of the penis shaft in his fingertips. His face nuzzled the top of the boy's head, and he inhaled the rich boy-smell. His left hand was exploring now, toying with the tiny hard nipples on Bobby's chest... gliding along the taut waist... sliding down to play with the boy's loose ball-sack. The penis was becoming stiff by the time the flow stopped. "All done, Daddy," said Bobby in a boyish high-pitched voice as he looked back over his shoulder and smiled. "Do you want Daddy to give you the special reward now?" "Oh yes, Daddy... please. I've already got a stiffy. Feel it." Bobby took the man's hand and brought it to his crotch, pressing it against the erection. "You feel so good, Stevie... er, I mean, Bobby," said the man, embarrassed at having used the wrong name. "It's OK," whispered the boy. "You call me Stevie. We already did my game for a while, and it was great! Now we should do your game. Want to pretend that I'm Stevie? And you can do anything you've ever thought about in your daydreams? I'll do whatever you like. Really... anything." Then kissed the man's chest, and his lips sucked at a nipple. His hand pressed against the pajama pants to stroke the man's cock. The man, already aroused, felt a surge of excitement unlike anything he'd ever known. He would never actually have sex with Stevie (would he?), but maybe if he could role-play the whole thing with Bobby.... He lifted Bobby's chin with his hand, leaned down, and kissed his lips, pressing gently, sliding on the boy's warm mouth in warm, wet eroticism. Bobby's arms wrapped around the man's neck and he kissed the man deeply. "I love you, Stevie," said the man, his voice almost cracking with emotion and erotic tension. "I love you too, Daddy," said the boy, softly. "I'm going to take down your underpants and suck your penis, Stevie," murmured the man, as he sank to his knees. It was so arousing to say those words, to imagine it was his own son standing there in the near-darkness. "Yes... I want you to, Daddy." The man pulled the briefs down, fully revealing the boy's erection and soft ball-sack. "Oh, Stevie... Your penis is so beautiful!" "Suck it, Daddy," murmured the boy. "Suck my stiffy and make it feel good." The man's whole body trembled as his lips enveloped the slender erection, sliding all the way down the shaft as his tongue lovingly slathered around it. His lips moved back up again, then quickly down. The man and boy both groaned with pleasure as the man's mouth began to move with the erotic rhythm of sucking. Bobby's fingers entwined in the man's hair, riding his head as it bobbed up and down. The man's mouth slid along the entire length of the erection again and again, hungry for the incredible pleasure of cock-sucking a boy... thrilled by the fantasy that he was sucking his 10-year-old son. His hands cupped the boy's slender ass, and he kneaded the butt-flesh, encouraging the boy to thrust his hips. The man sucked with all the intensity he could muster, eager to feel the erection in the throes of orgasm, hungry to taste the boy's spurting cum. "Play with my bottom-hole, Daddy," moaned the boy in a needy voice. The man's finger made a detour to pick up a glob of saliva and then slid between the boy's ass cheeks. As it pressed against clenched pucker, the muscle flexed open to accept the finger. All the while, the man's lips and tongue were working the boy's boner with machine-like intensity, urging the semen to spurt out. When the man's spit-slick finger started fucking in and out of Bobby's hole, the boy was in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh yes, Daddy! Oh, it's so good! I'm gonna... oh yeah... I'm gonna get the feeling! Here it comes! Aggghhhhh!" A burst of boy-cum pulsed into the man's mouth, quickly followed by two more, shot by the throbbing erection that the man continued to suck. The boy's anal muscle spasmed around the man's finger, opening and closing to match the pulses of the boy's cock. "That was so great!" said Bobby when the man's mouth and finger disengaged. The man stood up, savoring the taste of Bobby's sweet cock-juice on his tongue, and hugged the boy. "Thank you, Bobby. That was quite a game!" They smiled at each other and kissed briefly, the boy tasting his own cum in the man's mouth "I want to get you off," said Bobby. "I wanna give you as good a cum as you just gave me. You want me to pretend I'm Stevie some more?" "No. I want you to be Bobby and me to be Bill. I want us to make love in my bed... and not have to pretend anything." "Make love," said the boy, almost to himself, shaping the words in his mouth and his mind. "I'd like that!" he said with a warm smile. The man lifted the naked boy into his arms, holding him like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold. Bobby wrapped his arms around the man's neck and said, softly, "Let's make love!" When they got to the master bedroom, the man lay Bobby down on the king-size bed, lit four candles, and turned off the lights. Standing beside the bed, he pulled off his pajama pants as he watched the boy stretch his body languidly on the satin sheet. Then Bobby held out his arms, and the man fell into his embrace. They kissed deeply, lovingly... their bodies moving together in fluid sensuality. The boy was on his back, legs spread. The man lay on top, his undulating body rubbing against the boy's soft skin. Then the man rolled both their bodies over, so now Bobby atop, and the man's hands wandered all over the boy's shoulders and back and ass. Bobby's mouth showered kisses on the man's face, and the boy's smooth body squirmed against the man's muscular hairy chest, his powerful thighs, and his thick 6-inch phallus. "Suck me, Bobby," said the man, softly but firmly. "Get my cock ready to make love to your ass." "Yes sir!" exclaimed the boy, as he happily slithered down the man's body... kissing and nibbling as he went, until he was lying between the man's spread legs. Bobby held the stiff penis in his hand and jacked it lightly, feeling its warmth, its pulse, the pattern of its veins. Then his mouth came down, and he licked the cock-head like it was an ice cream cone... with long strokes of his tongue. The boy's tongue moved down, toying with the shaft of the erection that he still held in his hand. When his flicking tongue reached the base of the hard cock, Bobby kissed and nibbled and sucked at the ball-sack... taking each orb into his mouth to be sucked as he resumed his slow, gently masturbation stroke of the erection. The man moaned with erotic contentment... being pleasured so well by the boy he loved. And when Bobby pushed apart the man's ass cheeks, and his tongue plunged onto the puckered hole, the man almost shouted out in surprise and lust. The boy's tongue rimmed with energetic fervor, setting off bursts of pleasure in the clusters of sensitive anal nerves. "Oh, Bobby! That's incredible!" The boy's face poked up, beaming with pride. His mouth returned to the hole for more of the same... slathering around the pink flesh and corkscrewing into the circle of muscle for another two minutes. Then the boy's mouth reversed its journey, returning to the man's ball-sack, licking along the penis shaft, toying with the widely-flared ridge. At last, Bobby's mouth sank down onto the man's cock, enveloping the cock-head and pleasuring it with his tongue... then sliding down to deliver increasingly rapid up-and-down sucks that had the man squirming with lust and clutching at the sheets. Bobby couldn't take the erection all the way into his throat (though not for lack of trying), but his lips and tongue worked the top 4 inches of the thick boner to perfection. "You want to fuck me now?" asked Bobby, when his mouth popped off the man's hard dick. "If you want to lay back, I'll ride you." The boy looked so eager and sincere, and the man's heart swelled with affection. "That would be fantastic," he said. Bobby reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube. He slathered some on the man's cock, then reached back and lubed his own hole. Straddling the man's hips, he took the erection in his hand and pulled it back a bit, then positioned his ass above it, his torso hovering over the man's chest. Bobby lowered his body on the thick boner. First there was a strained look of tension on his face, as the cock-head penetrated the anal circle. Then he released his breath and smiled again, as the slippery penis shaft slowly filled his rectum. When the erection was all the way in, Bobby raised his body upright and wiggled his hips from side to side, clenching and relaxing his ass muscle with an effort that could be seen in the flexing muscles of his slender abdomen, The man ran his hands lightly over the boy's flanks, gazing at Bobby's face, his body, his delightfully youthful soft penis and three-quarter-size balls. "That feel good?" "Unbelievably good, Bobby." "I love you, Bill!" "I love you too!" With that, the boy began flexing his thighs to raise and lower his ass on the man's totally-stiff cock. The man's hands now wandered all over the boy's body, touching him everywhere, feeling the boy's muscles work as Bobby rode the man's erection. When the man fondled the boy's penis, it sprang to life, swelling beneath the man's stroking fingers to its full 5 inches. As Bobby moved his body up and down in a sensuous rhythm, the man poured lube on his hand and began jacking the slender boy-cock with firm and quick strokes. "Ahhhh!!!" moaned the boy as he leaned back, his hands resting on the man's knees. "It's so good!" "Oh yeah, baby... ride my cock! You're doing great!" And with increasing urgency and athleticism, the two lovers strove toward their goal... each working on the other's body to attain the other's climax. Vocalizations of raw animal lust filled the bedroom as orange candle-light played off their sweating bodies. Closer and closer, until... "Ohhh!! I'm cumming again!" screamed Bobby, as a fine spray of cum sprinkled the man's chest. Anal spasms massaged the man's cock as the boy's body stopped moving, overwhelmed by orgasm. The man pulled the boy down into his embrace, and Bobby wrapped his arms beneath the man and hugged tightly to his chest. They kissed... deeply and passionately... as the man grabbed the boy's ass cheeks and began thrusting his own hips, plunging his cock in and out of the boy's asshole. Another minute of grunting, rutting exertion sent the man over the top, and his pent-up cum exploded into the boy's bowels... pulse after pulse pumping from the cock as it continued to slam into Bobby's ass. They were both lost in the ecstasy of total orgasm... nerve-endings discharging in pleasure-pulses all over their bodies, their minds overwhelmed by physical sensation, their muscles working and tongues entwining without conscious thought. Finally it was over, and they lay still, gasping for breath, hearts hammering against each other. "I love you so much!" "Oh, yes... I love you too!" For the next half-hour, they sprawled on the bed in each other's arms, exchanging gentle kisses, languidly hugging and petting each other. "It's time to get you home." "I know.... I just wish I could stay like this forever." "Oh, Bobby... I wish we could too!" They reluctantly got up. They went downstairs to collect their clothing and quickly dressed. There wasn't any talking until they got to the car. "I wish we didn't have to be a secret," said the boy. "No way around it, I'm afraid." "A couple years ago, Mom signed me up in this organization called Big Buddies, for kids whose father isn't around. The guy they matched me up with was a total dork... we just played catch and talked about how I was doin' at school. I wish YOU were my Big Buddy!" "I don't think people get to pick. "But maybe..." He paused for a moment, as the gears in his brain turned. "Bobby; how much money do you make in a week, usually?" "I dunno. I don't usually do more than one customer a day, and I don't do it every day. I guess $150 is my best take in a week." "How about if you stop working, and I give $150 for an allowance every week?" The boy's eyes lit up. "And we could still get together, you and me?" "That's what I had in mind. Your mom... obviously, she can't know about us. You said she works the 3-to-11 shift?" "Yeah, that's during the week. And she's working on the weekends too, when they only have two shifts for her job. On Saturday and Sunday she does all-day, 8-to-8. She says it pays really good, and she needs the money for my school tuition... I go to Saint Pius... and she's also savin' up to buy a house for us." "So you're on your own, pretty much all weekend and every night?" "Except Mondays and Tuesdays. That's Mom's days off." "I think we can work things out just fine, Bobby. I'll give you my office phone number, and we can arrange our meetings whenever it's good for both of us." Bobby snuggled up against the man, his head resting on the man's shoulder and a look of utter bliss on his face. "I love you so much!" he murmured, as he leaned over to kiss the man's cheek. End of Part 4 Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com