Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2000 22:14:41 -0500 (EST)
From: Ryan Scott <ryanscott@mail.com>
Subject: My David {D. Patrick Hart}(bm)[1!1]

My David
by D. Patrick Hart

My wife and I had recently moved into our new house in my home town.
It was during the winter and because of this, we rarely saw our new
neighbors. I did however get to know my next door neighbors who were
very kind. They let me borrow whatever I needed, a snow shovel here
and there, and they would always have a kind word towards my wife
and myself. They were a middle aged couple, older than my wife and
I, with one child. A boy.

His name was David. I first met him when he came outside to play
with a friend of his while I was talking to his father Bill, who
called his son over to meet me. David was perfect. His face was all
I could see. It being a very cold winter, he was bundled up from
head to toe with layers of warm clothing. He was a twelve year old
angel. His beautiful face peeked out from the fur trimmed hood of
his heavy coat. I felt a tingling in my groin when I saw him, and I
immediately had fantasies running through my head, he was just that
beautiful.

"Hi mister Havenbeck," the boy spoke with a slight smile and a
cocked head.

I shook his gloved hand and gazed deeply at him, trying not to be
too obvious of my attraction. His father was Portuguese, which
accounted for David's olive complexion that gave him a naturally
tanned look. His eyes were big and dark like two shadowy pools of
motionless water that seemed to grab my own eyes and hold my stare.
Before I knew it, he was gone. Off to do boy things like snowball
fights and building forts in the snow banks. Oh how I wished that I
could go with him, to be a boy again and feel the freedom and pure
joy of adolescence again. I had to remain a grown up. I had to stand
in my driveway and discuss football and heating bills like every
other responsible adult.

As I watched him scamper off, I couldn't help but wish summer would
get here soon. The season of swimming, water play, and warm,
shirtless days. I knew that David would be a sight to behold,
unencumbered by his winter gear.
It was a rather mild winter, the warmest on record as a matter of
fact, and soon the melting snow gave way to spring flowers and fresh
cut lawns. David had become a good friend of mine over the previous
few months. He would do jobs for me around the house. What little
snow we got, I paid David to shovel away. Now that spring was in
full bloom, and almost giving way to summer, I had begun paying
David to clean up my yard, raking, mowing, trimming shrubs and the
like. It wasn't that I couldn't do these jobs myself, I was
perfectly able, but David enjoyed the money, and I enjoyed David.
"My David", as I began to think of him.
I would sit in the house and watch him discreetly through the open
window. He hadn't gone shirtless as of yet, but he was still
gorgeous. He wore baggy basketball shorts with tight-fitting,
mid-thigh length spandex shorts beneath them. On top he would don a
sleeveless T-shirt. His tanned skin would perspire with tiny
droplets of sweat. Sometimes, I would sit in my living room chair
and masturbate while he mowed my lawn, fantasizing about him and me,
together.

On hot July days, I would sit on my deck and watch David and his
friends play basketball in his driveway. They were all such nice
looking boys, but David was by far the most beautiful of them
all...my David. They would play basketball for hours, horseplaying
with each other. Some of them went shirtless, their young,
prepubescent chests and nipples glistened with perspiration,
hairless and smooth. But David, my modest David, would never remove
his shirt, even on the hottest of days...my sweet prince.
David would ask me if I wanted to come over and play with them, but
I would always decline, feeling that an obviously close relationship
between a young boy and a grown man would look a little strange to
the neighbors. I could watch them play for only so long before my
penis would ache for release, and soon I would have to go into the
bathroom and take care of myself. Eventually my thoughts changed to
fantasies of David and his friends playing naked games in my house,
with me as the leader. I would explode into the bathroom sink, clean
up, and go back out to the porch for round two.

The end of July marked an important event. It was David's 13th
birthday. He was a teenager now, and this made me want him more than
ever. My wife and I went to his party, which as it turned out, was a
pool party in his parent's back yard. After David had gone through
the motions of the usual birthday party fare, it was announced that
it was time to go swimming. David gathered up his friends and told
them to follow him to his room, where they could all change into
their suits. My penis immediately tightened. I tried to think
quickly as the boys ran past me and into the house. I quickly went
to David's father.

"Bill, where's your bathroom?" I asked him as casually as my libido
could muster.

"Right through the kitchen, up the stairs, second door on the left,"
he pointed. "Just past David's room," he added.

This was too good to be true. I had to make my way upstairs fast. I
knew that seven boys eager to get into the pool won't take long to
jump into swim trunks. I made it to the top of the stairs and found
David's room, then walked past the door as nonchalantly as possible
as I made my way to the bathroom. Most of the boys were already
dressed. Two were just slipping into their suits. I noticed them in
an offhanded way. They looked quite nice. Smooth white bodies, their
slender, but long, hairless penises jumping about as they scrambled
to get dressed.
After I passed the doorway I noticed that I hadn't seen David.
Probably changing in the closet, I thought, as I opened the bathroom
door. I was startled to see David, bent over with his back to the
door. My David, my shy boy, changing clothes in the bathroom. His
sweet small ass faced me. A smooth, tight, bulbous ass,
light-colored in contrast to his tanned torso and legs. He nearly
fell against the bathtub trying to get his bathing suit pulled up
quickly. He managed to get his suit to his waist, then turned around
to face me.

"Mr. Havenbeck!" He exclaimed, out of breath, his face flushed.

He was so cute standing there. I wanted to just take him into my
arms and embrace him right then. Wanted to tell him that there was
no reason to be shy with me, and that I would love him forever.

"David, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be in here. I thought that
you were in the room with the other boys."

"Sorry, Mr. Havenbeck," David said, embarassed. I had to keep from
chuckling out loud as the thought struck me that "em-bare-assed" fit
the moment perfectly.

"David! You don't have anything to be sorry about," I assured him,
smiling. "I'm the one that walked in on you." I found my hand
against the small of his back, and I rubbed it in circles. I was
finally seeing my David bare chested and I couldn't keep my hands
off him.

"Thanks, Mr. Havenbeck," he said, relieved, his eyes filled with
appreciation. He moved past me towards the door.

"David," I called after him. He stopped at the threshold and turned
towards me. "I've told you to call me Andy," I reminded him,
smiling.

"O.K....Andy," he answered with a big grin on his face.

He stood looking at me, and smiling for what seemed like an
eternity. Our mutual gaze was broken by a boy yelling from down the
hall.

"David, c'mon!"

David half-waved to me, then ran to rejoin his friends. I closed the
door and locked it. I don't know what I thought I was doing in
there, I didn't have to go to the bathroom. I turned and saw a pile
of clothes on the floor in the corner of the room. They were
David's. I closed the toilet lid and sat down. Curious, I reached
for the clothes. I removed the shirt, which was on top, and from
under the shirt fell a small pair of white briefs. I held the
underwear in my hands and just stared at them. A warm feeling fell
over my entire body. I lifted the briefs to my face, and began to
take in their odor. They smelled clean and sweet, like a young boys
sweat, a very pleasant odor. How bad I wanted to masturbate right
there, but I knew I had already spent too long away from the party.
More than anything, I wanted to take the boy's briefs home with me,
but that would be noticed for sure. I left the clothes as I had
found them, and returned to the backyard.

The rest of that day was not-totally-unpleasant torture. Watching
David and his friends horsing around in the pool. Their small frames
wet and tanned. The first signs of maturity in their lanky but
slightly muscular chests. David was gorgeous. He would get in and
out of the pool, and keep diving in. His suit would fall unnoticed
to just below his waist, revealing his whitish tan line. Needless to
say, I almost had blue balls by the time I got home to shoot out my
build-up.

Over the following month and a half there was a considerable amount
of arguing between David's parents. I would hear a lot of yelling
and screaming, and even things breaking. Most of the time when this
went on, David would be home. I saw the light go on in his room, and
he looked like he was crying. He reached for the shade, and pulled
it closed. I would almost cry myself, at the thought of that boy
crying himself to sleep. I wanted to hold him. Tell him that it was
going to be O.K. and that I would take care of him forever. My
David.

The first week of September was back to school time for David and
his friends. David was starting eighth grade, my thirteen year old
love. I received a call one afternoon from David's father. He asked
me if I would come over, maybe have a beer. He said that he needed
to talk and ask me a favor. I went over and we sat in his den. As I
sipped on the Bud he had given me, he told me that he and his wife
were having problems. I pretended to have not noticed, but I think
he could tell that I was just being polite. He felt that they both
wanted to save the marriage, but it would take some time away from
the pressures of day to day life. This would mean a vacation. He
wasn't sure how long, maybe as long as a week. Of course they
couldn't take David. I almost said YES before he even asked the
question. I told him that it would be no problem to watch David, and
that if it could save his marriage, I'd be honored. That very same
day, I received a call from my mother in law. My wife's father had
suffered a heart attack. My wife would have to go out of town to
help her mother with her dad. This was awful news, and I felt guilty
that I was feeling good about my wife's absence in the house for the
next week.

The next day was spent preparing for David's visit. I cleaned the
house from top to bottom, and pulled out my old video game system. I
went to the video store and rented some films.

On Saturday morning there was a knock on my front door. There was
David. Wide eyed and full of pep. A NIKE bag slung over his
shoulder, and some school books in his arms. His mom led him into
the house and I greeting them graciously. Ready for my week alone
with my love....my David.

DAY ONE:

After his parents had left, I asked David if he wanted some dinner.
We ate hamburgers on the grill. I could barely eat, my stomach in
knots, I couldn't believe that I actually had this fine young boy
for one whole week. My wife always worked nights, and I enjoyed
having the company, especially this company.

After dinner, David said that he wanted to take a shower. This made
me crazy. I brought him into the bathroom to show him where
everything was. I don't know why I expected this shy boy to begin
undressing in front of me, but it was just wishful thinking. I left
the bathroom and gave him his privacy. A moment later, I heard the
door open. He couldn't be done already, I thought. David emerged
from the bathroom, wrapped in a small towel, and dripping wet.

"I can't get the water the right temperature," He told me.

The towel barely fit around his waist, and the opening revealed his
naked leg, his hip and side. I went into the bathroom to help him
adjust the water. It was a tricky faucet that had to be turned to
just the right spot. I set the faucet and turned to David, still
dripping with water, his hair matted to his forehead.

"Jump in," I said as casually as possible. "Tell me if it's warm
enough."

He stared at me for a moment and then spoke.

"It's O.K. now," he said. "I'm all set, thanks."

I asked him, "how do you know, if you don't try it? C'mon get in."

He looked at me very cautiously. I didn't want him to feel
uncomfortable with me, so I thought I would try to put him at ease.

"You know David, I'm a guy just like you. You don't have anything
that I haven't seen before. There's no reason to be shy."

"I guess so," he answered, then quickly dropped the towel from his
waist. He moved swiftly as he jumped into the shower and immediately
turned his small ass toward me. The short moment that he had faced
me was just enough time for me to get a peek at what I had been
waiting ten months to see. His penis was exquisite, better than my
day dreams had ever given him credit for. It was not very long, but
chubby and thick for his age. His balls, pink and hairless, hung low
in the steamy room. At the base of his shaft I was surprised to see
the beginnings of pubic hair. I'm not sure why this surprised me,
when I was thirteen I had already begun puberty myself. I think
maybe I thought of my David as an angelic cherub, pure and
childlike. Not that the pubes turned me off, it was quite the
opposite.

"The water's great Andy, thanks!" He yelled over the noise of the
water rushing over his head. I watched the water run down the valley
of his back, then between his beautiful ass cheeks.

"O.K.," I called to him through the waterfall. "No problem." I
closed the shower curtain and left the bathroom.

DAY TWO:

I woke up early, at around six thirty, and made some coffee. I had
bought some juice for David and pulled it from the fridge. I went
into his room. I had made up a spare room to be David's for the
week. We had a daybed in there which was perfect for a small person.
I slowly pushed the door open which was already open a crack. It
squeaked a little, and I hesitated each time to avoid waking David.
He was laying on top of the sheets and blanket, wearing only a pair
of plaid boxer shorts and white socks. His legs were spread, which
made me want to get a better look. I quietly sat down on the chair
next to the bed, and gazed fixedly at the gorgeous creature before
me, drinking in his youthful beauty. I decided that he looked even
more beautiful when asleep, and that I could just sit and look at
him for hours. I noticed how smooth his legs and inner thigh looked,
and I couldn't resist the urge to stroke them. I reached out my hand
to caress his silky boy legs. They were as soft as I had imagined.
David jumped for a moment, and almost opened his eyes, but fell back
asleep instead. I took that as my cue to leave. I quietly walked out
of the room, leaving my David with his dreams.

We spent a good part of the day out. Going to the movies, and out to
eat. We used the mens room together at the movie theater. I couldn't
help but glance down at David as he used the urinal. I noticed that
he wasn't hugging the urinal as I thought this shy boy might. He
freely held his plump penis in full view. I caught him sneaking a
peak my way. I made sure that my penis was available to his
wandering eyes. I felt the blood rushing up my shaft as my penis
began to get erect, which made finishing my pee difficult. He zipped
up and went to wash his hands. I felt that maybe David was feeling
more comfortable with me.

DAY THREE:

Monday, and a school day for David. It was a wonderful feeling
waking him up for school and making him a lunch. He looked so cute
in the morning. Emerging from his room with mussed hair and half
opened eyes. He walked into the kitchen where I was making
breakfast. He was wearing a tight fitting white tank top, and white
boxer briefs which hugged his ass and groin, tightly revealing his
sweet round bulge. He was barefoot, and staggered tiredly to the
kitchen.

"Good morning," he mumbled as he stood, leaning in the doorway.

I glanced up at him. He was leaning with his hand against the door
frame. His other hand was tugging at the front of his briefs,
obviously adjusting his penis within it's cotton confines.

"Hey buddy!" I answered back. Trying not to be obvious about my
distraction toward him fiddling his boyhood.

"I don't want to go to school today," he whined his best whine.

"Sorry, David," I told him, "I promised your mom and dad that you
would go."

"I know," he conceded.

He had his t-shirt hiked up a bit now, exposing his belly button, an
"outie". I wished I could have bent down to kiss it.

He now had his entire hand down his underpants and was groping and
scratching at his unit. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I walked
past him toward the table.

"Don't rub that too much, it could rub off," I joked, and playfully
pinched his belly as I went past him. He just laughed and offered no
response.

We ate breakfast together and soon David was off to school. I was
lonely that day. Being recently layed off from my job couldn't have
come at a better time because it afforded me more time with David,
but now he was gone, and I missed him. After David came home from
school, he changed clothes and went to play with his friends in the
park. He asked me if I wanted to come, I sure did, but declined the
offer.

After we ate dinner that night David and I were sitting on the couch
watching a movie. He asked me about my parents. Whether they were
good parents to me, and if they got along with each other. I knew
where this conversation was going.

"David, do you want to talk about your mom and dad?" I asked him.

He lowered his head and spoke softly, "I dunno."

I reached for the remote and turned the T.V. off. I told him that
sometimes people don't get along, and they need some time to work it
out. He offered no response and still kept his head down. I told him
that his parents loved him very much, and that was why it was
important for them to work it out.

"They're going to get a divorce," he said in a cracking voice. I
took his chin in my palm and raised his head. His face was
heartbreaking. His cheeks were flush, and his eyes were filled with
tears. Instinctively I embraced him, holding him tight.

"You don't know that for sure, David," I reassured him. His small
body trembling under my hands. I felt my shoulder wet with his
tears. He raised his head and his watery, swollen eyes met mine.

"I hate it when they fight!" He cried.

"I know you do, things will get better," I promised him. I wasn't
sure that things would improve, but I didn't know what to say to
him. "I'll always be here for you David. I'll always be here." He
touched the front of my shirt and unbuttoned the top button. What
was happening? I looked down at him as he removed the medal from my
shirt. I was wearing my Saint Jude medal.

"This is nice," he said softly. Holding the silver metal between his
fingers. "What is it?" He asked.

"Saint Jude," I told him. "He protects me."

"How does he protect you?"

"Not sure. But wherever I go he's always with me, and nothing bad
will ever happened."

I rubbed his back, and rocked him like a baby. We held each other
for a long while. It was the closest I had ever felt to a person in
my life.

He slept in my bed with me that night. We lay still, just holding
each other, his naked legs wrapped around my own. I rubbed his chest
and back, and stroked his thick dark hair. I felt my hand wander
down his back and I circled my palm over his tight ass. It was a
bold move that he didn't seem to resist.

I didn't think he was asleep because he raised his backside up when
I first touched it. He then began slowly, but deliberately rubbing
his crotch against my leg. No words were spoken. I wanted badly to
reach for his penis, but I resisted the notion. Just as I felt
David's penis growing hard against my leg, he immediately rolled
over onto his stomach. I was disappointed, but knew that the
feelings and emotions rushing through this young boy's mind must
have been overwhelming to him. I laid my hand on his back, and we
fell asleep.
As I was drifting off, a thought crossed my mind that shocked me
wide awake - I had suddenly realized that my lust toward this boy
had grown into genuine love. I knew the difference between lust and
love, which is why I was so surprised by this revelation. I had not
thought myself capable of feeling more than physical desire for a
boy.  But as I considered my feelings carefully, I was overjoyed to
find that I really did love him, my David.

DAY FOUR:

Tuesday, and I let David stay home from school. After making coffee,
I went back into the bedroom at about six-thirty to wake him up. He
looked so peaceful laying there, and given the emotional night he
had put in, I couldn't bring myself to wake him. I had promised
myself, not to mention his parents, that I would make sure he went,
but I gave in. Not to David, but to myself.

He stumbled from the bedroom at about nine-thirty, a confused look
on his face.

"What time is it?" He asked. "Why did you let me sleep?"

"Relax," I told him. "I'm letting you stay home today."

"Is that O.K.?" He asked.

"I won't tell if you won't," I told him. He smiled and went to the
bathroom. I flipped through a magazine as I listened to him urinate.
He came out a moment later and took the space next to me on the
couch.

"So, what are we going to do?" He asked. Combing back his hair with
his fingers, I looked at his exposed underarms, hairless, smooth. I
suggested we be couch potatoes, loaf around the house and watch
movies all day. He agreed that that sounded good. We watched some
kung fu movies that David had requested I rent the night before. I
didn't particularly care for them, but he did, and I just enjoyed
sharing time with him. At about mid-afternoon, I decided that I had
seen enough, and asked David if he would like to watch one of my
films.

"David, have you ever seen an adult film?" I asked him, my heart
beating against my chest.

"Like a porno?" He asked. His matter-of-fact answer took me by
surprise.

"Yeah," I said. "A porno. Have you ever watched one?"

"Not a lot," he replied. "A couple."

"We don't have to watch it if you don't want to," I told him.

"NO!" He answered back firmly. "I want to."

I went into the bedroom, retrieved a tape from the top shelf of my
closet and brought it back to the living room. I slipped the tape
into the VCR, and sat down on the couch next to David. When the
movie came on it was somewhere in the middle. There was a man and a
women. They weren't quite completely naked yet. They were making out
on a bed. The woman had her shirt off, her large breasts revealed,
and she still had on underpants. The man, a good looking muscular
guy, was in a pair of jeans. I looked over at David, and noticed his
widened eyes were glued to the television.

"She's awesome!" He exclaimed. I agreed and turned my attention back
to the film. The man and woman were now doing some pretty heavy
petting. The woman was stroking the outside of the man's jeans. The
man was rubbing the woman's vagina over her panties. Next, the man
pulled aside the woman's underpants, and began fingering her.

"Oh my God!" David breathed, obviously surprised. It was clear that
David had never actually seen a porno film. Anyone who had even seen
one before wouldn't be surprised by anything like this.

"Wait," I told him. "It gets better."

Now the man was performing oral sex on the girl, licking her clit. I
glanced over again at David. I noticed that he had removed the
blanket from the back of the sofa and had covered himself with it.
Having me believe that he was cold, but I knew better. The girl in
the film was now removing the man's pants, revealing his enormous
penis. She took his giant unit and began to suck on it. I was sure
that David was secretly masturbating under the blanket. His hands
were out of view and under the blanket, and there was an
unmistakable stroking motion in the area of his crotch. Now, the man
took his giant erect penis and slipped it inside the girl. David was
intently watching this and we didn't speak a word to each other as
the movie continued. Eventually, the man made a few choice faces,
removed his dick from the woman and shot an enormous load onto her
stomach. I glanced over to David, looking for a reaction.

"David, have you ever done that before?" I asked him, gesturing
toward the T.V. screen.

"What do you mean, cum?" He asked in a most frank manner.

"Yeah," I answered back. Holding my breath between each sentence.

"In what way do you mean? Like with a girl, or another way?"

"Any way," I said. "I'm just curious, that's all."

"I have," he said quietly. Not looking me in the eye now.

"David," I was going for broke now. "Have you ever masturbated?"

"Did you ever when you were a kid?" He asked.

"Sure," I told him. "I did when I was a kid, and I still do."

He looked up at me now, wide eyed. "You still do?!" He said in
astonishment.

"Of course," I explained to him. "There's nothing wrong with it you
know, and everybody does it. Five year olds and seventy five year
olds. It's a normal part of life."

"Really?" He exclaimed. "I always thought the guys that did it were
only guys that were gay, or couldn't get a girl."

"David," I told him. "I'm twenty six years old, and I have a wife. I
can make love to her almost anytime I want, but I still jerk off.
It's a special thing between us guys."

A momentary smile took over his face. "That's cool!"

I continued, "Sometimes things like this movie can get you all
worked up, and you have to take care of it. Ya know what I mean?"

"So, I guess the answer is YES," he said.

"Huh?" I was puzzled.

"The answer to your question," he told me. "Whether or not I do it.
The answer is YES."

"Oh. O.K." It finally dawned on me. Now I had to muster up my big
question. "I guess what I'm getting at David is that I want to
masturbate, and I'm sure you do to, so I just don't think that we
need to hide that from each other."

"You mean do it right here?" He asked, almost amazed. I was afraid
that I had pushed too hard. Maybe I scared him.

"Why not?" I said. "You want to don't you?"

"I guess so," He hesitated. "But...."

"David, I told you that you had no reason to be embarrassed around
me," I reassured him. "We both have the same thing."

"What if I don't do it right?" He asked worriedly. His sweet puppy
dog eyes held mine. Wanting assurance.

"Hey, everybody does it a different way, whatever works best for you
is right," I said. I waited for his decision. Holding my breath.

After a moment, he smiled wide and said "O.K., sounds good to me."
Like he'd wanted to be convinced.

I smiled back at him, and remembered to breathe. "C'mon," I said
lightly, and reached over and took hold of the blanket. "I don't
want to have to wash this tonight." He chuckled at that.

I removed the blanket to find his right hand grasped around his
slightly erect penis. He was exquisite. He licked his hand and
applied the saliva to his throbbing boy cock, which immediately
jumped and began to grow. Obviously no longer shy about his body.

I unbuttoned my own pants, unzipped the fly, and pulled my underwear
under my balls. David looked over at me and began to pump his penis
harder. When he saw I noticed his stare, he quickly looked away.

"It's O.K." I told him. "It's all right to look."

He stopped stroking his long shaft. "It doesn't make me gay?" He
asked.

"No way!" I replied. "Everyone is curious. There's nothing wrong
with that. Sometimes guys will even touch each other. It doesn't
mean that you're gay, it just means that you like to feel good.
Haven't you ever played those games with some of your friends?"

"No." He answered. Short and sweet.

"David." Now I was really nervous. "I can make you feel good. If you
let me." He looked at me sheepishly.

"Look," I told him, "I'd like to do that for you, but I don't want
you to do anything you don't want to do. I would never do anything
to hurt you, David."

"I know," he replied, but I knew he felt better hearing me say it.
"It's O.K., Andy, I...I'd like that." He hesitated, then said, "I
was...thinking about it...last night...when you were rubbing my
back." He blushed. Our eyes met again.

I shifted my body closer to his. I leaned in close to him and gently
touched his face. I softly kissed his cheeks, his eyes. I rubbed his
chest and pinched his little nipples softly. David moved from his
sitting position, and laid down, his head at the end of the couch. I
pulled off his pants and boxers, which were now at his ankles. I
studied his beautiful body. Prepared to explore every inch of it. I
started at his feet, they were perfect. I let my hands wander over
his ankles, up his lower legs, and eventually found my way to his
thighs.

I kissed and flicked my tongue against his inner thigh. I turned and
rested the side of my head on his thighs. His penis was become
almost fully hard. I reached for his scrotum which was pulled tight
into his body. His balls were hairless and tender. I stroked them
lightly as his breathing deapened. His penis was rock hard now, and
I held his thick boyhood in my hand. His young cock was hot to the
touch, and I rubbed it's warmth against my face.

I eyed the small bit of hair at the base of his shaft, and circled
the end of my finger through it. It was soft and fine. I kissed his
lower stomach and licked his belly button - it tasted salty and
sweet. I worked my way down to his throbbing member again, I just
couldn't resist any longer. The tip was glistening, and I passed my
tongue over it, licking off a droplet of precum. It was the most
delicious taste.

I couldn't wait. I took all of it into my mouth in one move. He
wasn't very long, about 3 1/2 inches erect, so I easily swallowed
his entire cock. I knew I could have easily taken more, and I did. I
felt the head of his penis push against the back of my throat as I
took his balls into my mouth. David moaned in delight and raised his
ass off the couch, his entire package stuffed in my mouth. I
released his balls and sucked his shaft hard. I pumped my mouth up
and down his swollen young dick. Soon David really began to enjoy
himself, he grabbed the back of my head and thrust himself into my
mouth again and again. This sweet shy boy was fucking my mouth hard,
and it was wonderful! Suddenly I felt his legs tighten up, and his
stomach was shaking.

"I'm coming, Andy!" He yelled. "It's coming!"

I had no intention of pulling away. His body stiffened and I felt
the rush of his boy juice squirting into my mouth. I thought the cum
would never end, I just kept sucking. I held some of his semen in my
mouth and savored the delicious flavor, then I swallowed, and my
mouth filled up again. I felt his penis begin to turn soft, the
inside of my mouth was warm, coated with his tasty semen. I didn't
want to let go. I wanted to suckle his wilted cock forever.

David's hand rubbed the back of my head, stroking my hair. I removed
my mouth from his penis, and ran my tongue over his pubic hair and
balls, scooping up some lost juice. I fell back against the couch
and David sat up. He leaned over toward me and took my face in his
hands.

I leaned in and began to kiss him on the lips for the first time. I
cautiously pushed my tongue through his lips, which he accepted
without hesitation. He ran his warm tongue around the inside of my
mouth. His tongue meeting my own. He caught a taste of his own cum,
and stopped for a moment to enjoy the flavor. I felt his hand on my
naked knee as he slowly moved up my thigh and found my bursting
erection. His small hand gripped my rod. He placed his finger on top
of my pole, found a drop of cum at the tip, and rubbed it up and
down my shaft. We continued to make out as he slowly jerked me off.
I thought I would explode, but calmed myself down to prolong the
moment.

David moved to the floor and knelt down between my legs. I held the
sides of his head.

"David, you really don't have to if you don't want to," I told him.
"You know that, right?"

"I know," he answered back. "I really want to. I thought about that
last night, too." He looked me right in the eye and grinned. I knew
he really did want to.

I leaned back and he moved forward. I felt his lips against the
engorged head of my erection, his tongue following. Licking softly
at the hole. Soon I felt his warm mouth engulf the top of my shaft.
I don't think I expected him to take all of me into his mouth, but
he did. He bobbed his head up and down on me and I knew that I
wouldn't last much longer. I reached for his ass and played with it,
gently fingering his pink hole. Then alternating between his tight
ass and his smooth balls which I stroked heavily.

David stopped sucking for a moment and went to work on my balls. I
couldn't believe what this boy could do. His touch was amazing. He
continued to tongue my balls, lapping at them with veracious
splendor, and at the same time, he pumped his hand up and down my
prick. This was finally too much for me, and I couldn't hold it back
any longer.

"Oh David!" I yelled. "Here I go!"

David continued to pump my dick with his fist, but now placed his
mouth over the tip. I was just about to cum, and gently pushed his
head aside so he would know he didn't have to swallow my cum. But
David moved back to my dick and locked his lips around it, eager to
receive my man juice. I exploded into his mouth with full force.
Over and over again, seemingly forever. I don't know how many times,
I was on another world. It felt like the most I had ever cum in my
life, and I could tell that David was having a hard time swallowing
all of it as semen dripped through the spaces between his mouth and
my cock. He rubbed at my balls, getting every last drop that he
could. He suckled at my diminishing staff, like a baby on it's
mothers nipple. I wanted to freeze that moment in time. To savor
every moment of it. The time of my life...my David.

I drew him to me, and again we kissed. Long and deep, holding each
other tightly. We moved to the shower. We soaped each other's
bodies. I lathered his ass and penis. He returned the favor and we
explored each other's bodies as we kissed.

That night we slept together. We lay on our sides, our heads near
the crotch of the other. We sucked each other in our sixty-nine
position, and eventually fell asleep with his penis in my mouth, and
mine in his. Like two babies with their pacifiers.


DAY FIVE:

I woke up with David in my arms. He was still asleep, his head on my
shoulder, his leg draped over mine. I caressed his smooth face and
gently kissed him on the lips. The telephone rang. I ignored it. On
the third ring David jumped awake. I pulled him close to my chest.

"Ignore it." I told him. "Let the machine get it."

David rubbed and pinched at my nipples. He stroked the hair on my
chest. Our happiness was broken by a voice on the answering machine.

"Hey Andy, it's Bill." The voice stopped us both in our tracks and
we stared at each other as we listened.

"Listen," He continued. "I've been called back to work. I have to go
supervise a job in Springfield so we have to cut our vacation short.
Helen and I will be home this afternoon, so we'll come over and get
David somewhere around three o'clock. Talk to you later Andy, and
thanks again." The machine beeped and shut itself off. David was not
looking at me now, his head lowered a bit. I touched the top of his
head.

"David," I was trying to break the ice. "I had a great time."

He lunged on top of me, wrapping his arms around my neck in a tight
embrace, burying his head in my hair, shaking. I could tell that he
was crying.

"I don't want to go back!" He cried "I want to stay with you."
Wishing, but knowing.

"I wish you could, David. I really do," I replied, resigned to
reality. We both knew we could only hold each other and savor the
final moments.

Over his shoulder I watched the blinking red light on the answering
machine. A beckoning reminder of the end. The end of my special time
with my David.



Over the next few months David and I retained our secret
relationship. Sneaking around his parents and my wife, finding just
the right times to be together. His parents were on the outs, to say
the least. Needless to say, the trip away was not a strong enough
medicine to heal their wounds, and his father eventually moved out.
This was a tough time for David, and I comforted him.

I got a new job, working for a financing company. I did the job
well, and quickly moved to the position of supervisor. Three days
before Christmas I received word from the company that I was getting
promoted again, this time to office manager. The catch? I was being
transferred out of state. My wife was thrilled. It meant a lot more
money, and she could now quit her job and we could start a family. I
was not as thrilled, for obvious reasons.

I went to a Christmas eve party at David's house. It was a big bash
they threw every year for friends and family. I knew that I had to
tell David the bad news, but was not quite sure how. I was in his
living room talking football with a group of guys when David made a
subtle "follow me" gesture and walked past me and up the stairs. I
waited a few minutes and then excused myself to the bathroom. I went
to the top of the stairs and turned into David's room. There he sat,
on his bed looking as gorgeous as ever. He was wearing his best
dress clothes - black pants, white shirt, vest and a tie - quite a
striking young man. He stood and greeted me with a big smile on his
face. He held his arms out and we embraced.

"I got a present for you Andy," he beamed. "Check it out." He
reached under the bed and brought out a small box that had been
neatly wrapped with paper and topped with a bow.

"Thank you, David." I took the small package from his hands and
began opening it. It was a gold pen. I turned it in my fingers and
noticed A.J.H. engraved on the side, my initials.

"Do you like it?" He asked. "I figured with that new supervisor job,
and you being a big shot now, you're gonna need a nice pen."

"I love it." I told him.

"I love you Andy." He spoke softly. This was the first time he had
actually said the words. I pulled him toward me and we kissed, a
long passionate kiss. I knew that I had to tell him the bad news. I
couldn't chicken out now. We hugged tightly.

"David, I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

I told him about the new promotion and my having to move away. I
shook as I told him.

His small face turned flush. "Andy you can't leave!" His voice
cracking.

"David, I have to go. Believe me, if I had a choice I'd stay here."

"But you do have a choice!" He yelled. "You don't have to go!"

"David, please keep your voice down." I told him. I held his cheek
and told him softly, "I have to take this job...it's a great
opportunity and if I don't take it now, I may never be offered it
again."

I could see that his face was red and his eyes were glassy, filling
with tears.

"You said that you would never leave me!" He shouted in a quivering
voice. His face now wet with tears. He turned and fell on his bed.

I sat on the bed next to him and rubbed his back trying to comfort
him. "David honey," I started, my heart breaking. "Come here." I
lifted him and pulled him to my chest, wrapped my arms around him
tightly. "I love you so much. The last thing I'd ever want to do is
hurt you, you know that too, but I have no choice, I have to take
the promotion. I'm not happy about moving, either. It means I may
not see you for a long long time, and that hurts me too." I was
trying very hard not to cry, not succeeding, the tears building in
my eyes.

I lifted him off my chest slightly and undid the top button of my
shirt. I pulled out my Saint Jude medal and lifted it over my head.
I held it in front of him, the shining of the medal reflecting in
his tearful eyes.

"I'm giving you this," I told him. "You'll always be protected, and
I'll always be with you."

He took hold of the chain and watched the medal swing back and forth
in front of his face.

"Put it on," I asked. He put the chain around his neck and the metal
dangled against his shirt front.

"Thank you, Andy." He said as he looked into my eyes, my heart. "For
everything."

I took the medal and dropped it behind his shirt. "Keep it here." I
said, laying my hand against his chest, "Close to your heart."

"O.K., I will. I promise," he said, knowing I still loved him, but
that I had no choice in our parting. He wiping the tears from his
face, smiled at me, put his head on my shoulder again. We embraced
again.

"Merry Christmas Andy," he whispered, and kissed me one last time.

"Merry Christmas David," I kissed him again, held him tight, and
began to cry for the loss of my David.



January 15th, almost one year to the day we first said hello, again
I stood in David's driveway, this time to say goodbye. My wife and I
were saying our farewells to his mom, Helen.

"David!" Helen shouted toward the house.

David emerged from the house. All bundled up and beautiful, like
that first day. He came toward us. My wife reached for David's hand.
"Goodbye David," she said and gave him a big bear hug.

"Bye Mrs. Havenbeck." David was obviously saddened and upset. He
released his embrace on my wife, and turned toward me.

"Bye Mr. Havenbeck.....Andy." It was awkward and I wasn't sure what
to do.

"It's O.K. David," his mother spoke up. "Give Andy a hug. It's not
going to kill you to give another man a hug."

We smiled at each other, my David and I, his mother^Òs unknowing
inside joke breaking the ice, and then he stepped to me and embraced
me as I bent down slightly, his head again resting on my shoulder
for the last time.

"There you go!" His mother encouraged.

David held me tight and I began to wonder how long we could keep
this up. Then he turned his head toward mine and whispered in my
ear. "I love you Andy."

"Me too," I whispered back, wanting to say so much more, but unable
to with an audience. Then he let me go.

"Take care buddy," I said in the most macho voice I could muster,
choking back some tears that I hoped weren't visible.

My wife and I got into our car and drove away. Waving goodbye to our
friends. My David.



That was nine years ago. David and I never kept in touch after that.
We had promised each other that we would talk on the phone and write
letters but I think we both knew that it wouldn't happen. I went
back to my home town about once a year to visit family. A year after
I had been gone, I thought I would visit David and his mom, but I
found that they had moved, the new tenant didn't know where. I'm
thirty-five years old now, and I live in a big house in the suburbs.
I'm still happily married, and now have two children.

Last Christmas, we were all visiting home for the holidays. My wife
and I went into the city to do some last minute Christmas shopping,
the two kids in tow. We were walking through the mall. I had stopped
to tie my daughter's shoe lace when I heard my wife's yelp of
surprise.

"Andy." She was tugging at my coat trying to pull me up. "Andy!" She
repeated, sharper and louder this time.

"What?!" I stood up, a little aggravated.

"Look." She pointed through a crowd. "Isn't that our old neighbor
Bill over there?"

I searched quickly as my eyes darted from face to face. And then my
eyes found him. It was Bill, and standing with him was a young man.
It was David.

"That can't be David with him!" My wife exclaimed. "Look how big..."

We walked toward them. Bill then saw us and was motioning to David,
who looked up. First at my wife, then he met my eyes. It was
definitely feeling like an awkward moment. My wife was right. He
certainly was different than how my mind remembered him. He was tall
now, taller than me in fact. His hair was a little long, and he had
one of those goatees that are so fashionable now.

He certainly had grown into a fine young man, about 22 years old
now. We all exchanged small talk together and did a quick catch up.
I didn't pay much attention to what was being said, for obvious
reasons. I never actually spoke directly to him, but to him and his
father together. I don't know why, but I could tell that we both
seemed shy about the situation. We caught each other catching
glimpses here and there.

We all said goodbye and I couldn't help but feel that I should say
something to him. Why was I pretending like this person was just an
acquaintance? Then I realized that I didn't know him any more. The
David I knew was five feet tall, not six-two. The David I knew had a
smooth sweet face, not a beard. It was different now, I realized
sadly.

Before he turned to walk away David caught my gaze and held it, then
reached between two buttons of his oxford shirt and pulled something
out. I saw the bright silver piece that still hung there, nine years
later, a promise kept. He raised his eyebrows and grinned a giant
grin.

It was him. At that moment I saw my David shining through those
beautiful eyes, and smiled back at him. My body went warm and I
could feel him again, my David from years ago, still there in the
body of this young man before me. I closed my eyes to remember him.

When I opened them just a moment later, he was gone. But his
indelible image was burned in my mind forever....my David.