Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2004 08:46:52 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: That Glorious Summer by Justin Davis (M/t,mast,oral,anal,con)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a young male
and an older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in
most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story
are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their
actions.

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That Glorious Summer
By
Justin Davis


It was a particularly hot and humid summer that year.  Then, in Orlando,
Florida, that is not that unusual.  I guess the story of that summer
began as I was reading the chapter in my Art History text dealing with
the influence of Florence, Italy, on the Renaissance.

Scott and I had been roommates since the beginning of our junior year,
and deciding we had had enough of dorm life, we had hunted for a place to
live.  Fortunately, I had found a garage apartment, actually the old
servant's quarters, located behind a somewhat drab mansion in what had
once been an upscale part of Orlando.

Mrs. Stevens, the little, gray-haired, old lady that still lived alone in
the big stucco main house, was holding on to memories of times gone by.
She was trying, the best she could, to hold on to the place she and her
husband had built over half a century before in spite of the rising
taxes.  So, the former servant's quarters had gone up for rent.

I don't know why, but Mrs. Stevens had taken a liking to me right away,
she was sure to let me know she hadn't really been interested in renting
to college students and had turned several down.  Yet, she and I had
seemed to hit it off, I think she liked my artist's eye for the fresco
that adorned the dining room, and the deal was sealed.

Basically, Scott and I wound up with a two-bedroom apartment that we
could paint up and fix up any way that we wanted.  The only hard and fast
rule, and Mrs. Stevens had been adamant about that, was no wild parties.
Friends visiting, and even spending the night was okay.  However, the
nice old lady had been quite clear that she expected proper decorum to be
maintained, which was something that I found interesting in a
neighborhood that was obviously on the decline.

So for the next year, Scott and I continued our undergraduate studies, me
majoring in Art History and he majoring in Business Administration, and
we had the usual ups and downs in our lives that college students have.

From early on, Scott had known that I was gay, something that we really
never talked about that much in detail.  Oh, from time to time, he would
make comments about the gay lifestyle, wondering what the hell guys saw
in other guys.  Yet, he just accepted me as who I was and let it go at
that.  I, on the other hand, shook my head often at his seemingly
insatiable desire for cunt.

"Hey, it's all good if you're drunk enough", he would say many times.

Of course, I would laugh, knowing that in the gay world that is true as
well, more often than any of us would like to admit.

Now, I would be remiss if I didn't say flat out that Scott was a stud.
The third generation off spring of Greek immigrants, Scott could have
instantly been a model for Michelangelo or any other great sculptor.

Simply put, his abs were like they were chiseled in marble.  His dark
hair and flashing green eyes held the girls spellbound.  He was like Tom
Cruise on a stick, and the chicks loved it, especially when he slid that
eight-inch rod into them and fucked them senseless, the guy could hold
off from cumming forever.

As for me, well, for two years my tall, lanky-framed self had had an
affair with a guy my age named Jacob.  Jacob was also an art major, and
Jewish.  I must admit, I always found it fascinating that he loved my
uncut cock so much, given the Jewish thing about circumcision and all.
And yes, I heard about that many times over the course of our two-year
relationship. In fact, he informed that someday he was going to do his
own study on the sensitivity of the head of the penis between uncut guys
and cut guys.  Go figure!

As soon as Scott and I graduated we immediately started graduate school
that summer, Scott working on his MBA and me working on a specialization
in Art History and historical preservation.

"Fucking God Damn Hell!" Scott had exclaimed one day, as he opened the
letter from his mom that I had placed on the end table by the couch.

"Uh, bad news?" I had asked, looking up from the textbook I was reading.

"I fucking can't believe they're asking me to do this shit!  I have to
work six days a week and go to class, too.  God damn!  I mean I gotta be
a fucking baby sitter on top of it all!" he exclaimed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I had asked.

"Oh, nothing.  Just the fact that mom and dad are going to go on a two
month cruise out of Miami and they want me to take care of David," Scott
replied, tossing the letter down upon the couch.

"Your little brother?" I asked.

"Yeah, the dork!" Scott replied.

"Well, it shouldn't be that big a deal for him to rack up with us for
awhile," I replied.

"Fuck that shit!  No way!  Where the hell is he gonna sleep?  What the
fuck is he gonna do?  I can't look after the little bastard all the
time," Scott exclaimed.

"Look, I'm just taking one class the first and second semester this
summer.  My stipend from being a graduate assistant and the paintings and
sketches I sell are enough to keep me going so I don't have to work.
I'll help you take care of him," I replied.

"Aw man!  He's such a fucking twerp!" Scott wailed.

"Hey, we all were when we were young.  How old is he anyway?" I asked,
Scott never having really said that much about his family at all.

"He's fucking twelve years old.  A fucking dork!" Scott replied.

"I bet you were when you were twelve, too," I responded.

"Fuck you!" Scott replied.

"Look, it isn't that big of a deal.  We got cable TV and he can help keep
the pool clean," which was something that Mrs. Stevens had insisted was
part of our rent agreement.  "I can kind of make sure he has stuff to
do.  Besides you spend most night's over at Karen's apartment anyway.  He
can sleep on the pull-out couch when you're here and in your bed when
you're not," I replied.

"Yeah, I guess," Scott replied, a tone of resignation in his voice.

For the remaining two weeks of June not much was said about David until
the July 4th weekend approached.  Scott's parents had booked themselves
on what had been billed as an Independence Day get away and David was
supposed to be picked up at the local airport on July 3rd.  Scott began
to grumble again about his little brother staying with us and had
grumbled all the way out the door on his way to the airport to pick his
brother up.

"Well, we're fucking back!" Scott remarked as he came in through the
front door carrying a suitcase with his little brother in two behind him.

As I looked up from the charcoal sketch that I was working on, and turned
my head toward the door, I was momentarily stunned by what I saw.  I
guess, for reasons that just seemed logical, I had expected David in
someway be a carbon copy of his older brother.  However, that was not the
case.

The baggy tee shirt and shorts the kid wore appeared to completely
swallow his five-foot frame the same as the high top tennis shoes he wore
seemed to swallow his feet.  His straight, long, blonde hair, that hung
down to his shoulders, his cobalt blue eyes, and his lanky almost
feminine frame were a stark contrast to his older brother's coal black
hair, green eyes and masculine build, as was his deeply tanned skin.

In short, David was at that androgynous phase of development in boys
where he had both a look of impending masculinity about him but still
possessed some soft feminine qualities.  My artist's mind immediately
thought of the bronze statue of David, by Donatello, and I thought that
Scott's little brother must have been the model.

"Here's the dweeb!" Scott said, chunking the suitcase down on the couch,
and causing his little brother to cut his eyes at him.

"Welcome, David!  I'm Justin," I said, getting up from my stool and
moving out from behind the easel and walking toward the front door of the
apartment with my hand out stretched.

"Hi!" David replied, and shook my hand somewhat timidly as he glanced
around the living room.

"Look, I gotta shower and get to work.  I'll let you two guys get to know
each other," Scott said, and headed toward the back of the apartment and
his bedroom.

"Well, have a seat, David," I said, motioning toward the couch.  "You
have a good flight?" I asked, as the kid plopped himself down upon the
couch and I sat down in the brown, leather, lounge chair.

"Uh, yeah I guess," he replied, still glancing around the living room.
"You guys got cable?" he asked, his eyes focused on the television set
located in the middle of the entertainment center.

"Yeah, we do," I replied.

"Cool!  I like cartoons and MTV!" David replied.

"Yeah, I watch cartoons myself sometimes," I responded.

"You guys use the pool much?" David asked.

"Well, every now and then your brother brings his girl friend over for a
swim and sometimes I just go lay out and soak up some sun and swim a
bit," I said.

"I like to swim.  I spend a lot of time at the city pool," the boy
replied, causing me to take note that his voice was just beginning to get
a little masculinity to it but was still a little feminine in its tone.

"Yeah, I can see you've been out in the sun a lot," I replied.

"So, you paint and stuff?"

"Well, I'm and artist, yes."

"You paint that?" the boy asked, pointing to a copy of a seascape
portrait Scott and I had bought at the Goodwill store to dress up one of
the walls of the living room and prompting me to chuckle.

"No, that's a copy of a painting someone else did.  I did paint that one
though," I replied, pointing to a landscape I had done at the local park.

"Wow!  That's good!"

"Well, thanks, David.  These days I paint and sketch mostly for a hobby.
My field of work is mostly going to be art restoration and preservation.
I do sell some things every now and then at a spot in the park where
local artists set up on the weekends," I replied.

"Okay guys, I gotta git.  I'll see you two in the morning.  I'm gonna
spend the night at Karen's after I get off work.  You can have my bed,
twerp!" Scott said as he hurried out of the back of the apartment toward
the front door.

"See yah later!" I said as Scott headed out the door.

"Bye!" David chimed in.

"Later you guys!" Scott hollered back as he closed the door behind him.

"Well, you got anything in particular you wanna do or see?" I asked.

"Uh, nah!  Can I go for a swim?" the boy asked.

"Sure, knock yourself out," I replied.

"Cool!" David replied, and grabbed his suitcase and headed toward the
back of the apartment.

"The bedroom on the right is your brother's," I hollered after him, as
the boy headed down the hall.

Glad that at least the kid was going to entertain himself for the time
being, I got up and went back and sat down behind the easel and picked up
the stick of charcoal to continue working on the portrait I had started.
In fact, I was either so intent on what I was doing or David was so quiet
that I didn't notice that he had slipped in beside me and was watching me
work.

"She's got big tits!" the boy said, causing me to glance up from my work.

Instantly, what I saw both shocked and astounded me.  Standing to the
side, just a foot or so away, with a towel over one shoulder and his
hands on his hips, was David dressed in nothing by a yellow Speedo
swimsuit.  Almost naked, and his body no longer swallowed up by his baggy
clothes, the kid was a sight to behold.

His almost quarter sized nipples were a dark almond color and his tummy,
which was already beginning to show the first signs of muscular
development, had traces of blonde fuzz here and there that signaled his
impending manhood.

Quickly, I averted my eyes back toward the canvas.  However, not before I
had been made aware, by the bulge in the kid's swimsuit, that he was well
on the way to equaling or bettering his older brother in terms of
genitalia.

"Who is she?" David asked.

"Her name's Cindy.  She's one of the art students and models that pose
for the Art Department," I replied.

"You mean she lets people see her naked?"

"Yes, and she gets paid for it, too. There are guys who pose as well," I
replied.

"You mean college guys get naked so you can draw um?" the kid asked,
somewhat astounded.

"Sure, it's no big deal," I replied.

" Man, I wouldn't do that for nothin!" David replied, prompting me to
chuckle.

"Well, you're a little young for that, although Cindy does have a
wonderful nude portrait that she did of her son two years ago," I
replied.

"How old is he?" David asked, still standing with his hands on his hips
watching me work.

"He was eight at the time," I replied.

"Wow!  He let his mom draw him naked?" David asked in an astonished tone.

"Well, it's just the human body, David.  It doesn't bother some people to
pose nude.  In fact, both Cindy and her son Gary frequent the nude
beaches a lot," I replied.

"Yeah, I've heard about those," the kid replied.

"Yes, with some people they're popular," I responded.

"Well, I'm gonna go for a swim," the kid said, and headed for the front
door.

"Have fun!" I said, and was immediately ashamed at myself for staring at
his firm, bubble butt, that swayed atop his gazelle-like legs as he
walked toward the door.

Over the next couple of weeks, David was either swimming, watching
television, or going with me to the park that was only a few blocks down
the street.  In fact, we rarely saw Scott much, as I figured we
wouldn't.  Evidently, it was quite alright with him to let me be the
entertainment committee for his little brother and I filled the role as
best I could, not that I had to do all that much.

David had fallen in with a group of boys about his own age that played
soccer in the park almost daily and so while I sat up my paintings and
sketches along with the other artists he would play soccer with the other
boys.

Rarely ever, unless we went out to the movies or the mall, did the kid
ever seem to have many clothes on.  Around the apartment, he wore either
a pair of boxers or his Speedo, and when we went to the park all he
usually wore were his tennis shoes and a pair of blue, silk, soccer
shorts.  In short, for someone who seemed so concerned about nudity David
seemed to be almost nude all the time, not that I minded.

In a way, I guess, I slowly deluded myself into thinking that it was my
artist's eye that was attracted to David's boyish beauty.  In fact, I was
convinced that I had been so discrete in ogling his body that the kid had
no idea that I was finding him more attractive to look at with each
passing day.  I was wrong.

It was the last week in July, as a matter of fact the last Sunday of that
month, when the boys broke up their soccer game early.  David had come to
me with a brown-haired kid, named Andy Waters, and announced that they
were going back to the apartment and go swimming.

Since I was still hoping to sell another painting or two, I remained
behind and told them to have a good time.  Eventually, however, it became
apparent that it just wasn't gonna happen so I packed the two paintings
and two sketches away in the leather carrying case and headed home. When
I arrived, I decided to check on the two boys so I headed to the pool
area that was located behind both the main house and the garage
apartment.

A high wall of hedges, with the exception of an open entrance surrounds
the pool area, and as I headed through the entrance what I saw made me
stop dead in my tracks then quickly retreat behind the hedge.

On a towel spread out upon the pool deck were David and Andy, both naked
and in a sixty-nine position with David on top.  Even though I had only
gotten a quick glance, my suspicions about David's equipment had been
correct.  He had to have at least five-inches of dick and his low-hung
balls were the size of walnuts, all of which was offset by a small,
blonde, tuft of pubes.

Andy, on the other hand, seemed to have only about three inches of peter
and his balls were much smaller.  Yet, I did think I had seen a few brown
hairs just above the shaft of his pecker.  Cautiously, I glanced around
the corner of the hedge and watched the lurid scene as the two youthful
vixens slurped on each other's dicks like candy canes, my seven-inch cock
growing harder by the second.

Then, I emitted a low moan as David repositioned himself so that his legs
were on either side of Andy's chest, offered him his cut, fat, five-inch
morsel for the sucking, and then began to face fuck his buddy with wild
abandon.

At that age, it doesn't usually take long to get off and soon David's
thrusts became more urgent and he then let out a soprano squeal.  Knowing
full well that he was blowing his load into his buddy's willing mouth at
that moment, I creamed my shorts.

Then, as Andy wiped the cum residue from his mouth, and repositioned his
body and proceeded to fuck David's face in turn, I turned and headed
toward the apartment, my cock still rock hard from what I had just
witnessed.

Naturally, I didn't let on that I had seen anything as the two boys
gobbled down the baloney sandwiches and chips I prepared for them later.
Nor, did I let on to David, when we were alone later that evening, that I
had witnessed their sexual romp. So, as David went back to take his
shower, I went back to work on the charcoal portrait in an attempt to
finish it that evening.

"Justin, do you think I'm beautiful?" David's voice asked, prompting me
to look up from my work and turn my head toward the hallway entrance.

"Shit! Put on some clothes!" I exclaimed, greeted with the sight of a
naked David standing in the doorway, though I could have looked at his
cut, three inch, flaccid, penis and low-hanging balls forever.

"Why? You said the human body is nothing to be ashamed of.  Do you think
I should be ashamed of mine?" he asked, walking toward where I was
sitting.

"No!  You look fine!  Now, go put on some clothes!" I replied.

"Would you do a sketch of me if I asked yah to?" he asked, sitting
himself upon the carpeted floor cross-legged next to me.

"No!  I don't think Scott would like that," I replied, averting my eyes
back to the portrait I was working on, fully aware that my cock was
beginning to harden.

"Why? Cause you're gay and older?" David asked.

"Yeah, that's one reason," I replied, not mentioning the other reason.
That being the fact that I would probably have my face in his crotch
devouring his dick before I even made one stroke with a stick of
charcoal.

"I'm gay, too." David replied.

"You're too young to be gay.  I didn't even realize I was until I was
sixteen," I responded.

"I've been doing stuff since I was nine," he replied.

"What stuff?" I asked, wishing I hadn't.

"Sucking dick, jerking off with other guys, puttin my peter in other
guy's butts and them puttin theirs in mine," the kid replied.

"Good God!" You shouldn't be telling me that shit!" I exclaimed, laying
down the stick of charcoal.

"Well, it's true," the kid responded.

"Look, I'm over ten years older than you are.  I could get in a lot of
trouble if your brother or anyone else even knew we were talking about
this stuff," I replied.

"I won't tell anyone.  You're hard, huh?" David asked, then grinned,
showing his perfect white teeth.

"No!  I'm not.  Now go get some clothes on," I responded.

"Yeah you are, I can tell by your shorts," the kid replied.

"Look, we need to stop this and you need to go get some clothes on," I
said, getting up from the stool.

In response, David giggled, for by standing up I had made it totally
obvious that my cock was indeed hard as a rock.

"I told yah, let me see!" David said, and quickly got up off of the floor
and grabbed the waistband of my shorts.

"David, don't!" I exclaimed, but it was too late.

Instantly, the kid shucked down my shorts and my cock sprung free.

"Dang!  You got a nice one!" David said, and reached out and took hold of
my cock with his hand.

"Don't, David! Please!" I exclaimed, any will power I may have had
melting away at the touch of his soft hand surrounding my turgid member.

"I want to!" He said, looking up at me, then opening his mouth as wide as
he could and bending down and swooping the head of my rock hard cock into
it, which wasn't easy to do.

Although seven-inches is a respectable length, the width of my penis is
it's main asset.  At over two and one half inches wide from just below
the head to its base, more than one guy or two has had trouble getting it
into his mouth, not to mention up their butt, since I have had guys that
had fucked many times before that have had a problem taking my cock into
their behind.

"Oh please! Stop David!" I begged, knowing that I didn't really want him
to.

Soon, the kid was pulling me down onto the carpeted floor, using my hard
shaft like a handle to pull me downward, and the room quickly filled with
the sounds of our moans and slurps as we writhed in a frantic sixty-nine
on the carpeted floor.

Eventually, I warned the kid I was about to cum.  Yet, with over half my
cock in his mouth he continued to bob his head up and down on my meat,
using his hand to help bring me off.  I blew my load, causing him to
grunt in surprise as my always-copious gushes of sperm filled his mouth.
He swallowed again and again, like a champ, and used his hand to milk out
the last drops.

Then, he fucked my face with wild abandon, just as he had fucked his buds
five hours before.  I wanted to cum again as he squealed and began to
squirt his sweet, tasty, offering, of boy cum into my mouth, and I
swallowed it as if the gods themselves were giving me something to drink.

There was no turning back after that, all reservations about illegality
blown away by the smell and taste of the kid's body.  Yes, I would
probably go straight to hell for my sins.  But, I was going to have one
hell of a time earning that right.

That very night, only two hours after our frantic sex session on the
carpeted floor of the living room, David was sharing my bed.  Both of us
knew that Scott wouldn't be back into town until Tuesday evening.  I made
love to him that night, showing him the difference between frantic sex
and real lovemaking.

My mouth devoured every inch of the beautiful blonde's body, and his
gasps and cries and squeals of delight became so loud he had to hold a
pillow over his face to muffle them, least Mrs. Stevens think that
someone was being murdered in my apartment.

His mouth, his armpits, his navel, his ears, his perineum, his beautiful
dick and balls, and yes, his butt hole became targets for my mouth and
tongue along with his inner thighs next to his groin.

The boy writhed on the bed like an eel and begged to cum, but I would
have none of it, and stopped only to occasionally lap up the pre-cum that
was oozing from his dick as though it were a leaking faucet.

Eventually, I let him face fuck me again and greedily swallowed his sweat
nectar as he whimpered almost to the point of crying as he finally got
the release he so badly needed and wanted.

Then, it was I covering my face with the pillow as the kid aped me in
doing everything I had done to him, making me beg to cum just the same as
he had, and being denied the pleasure until he was satisfied that he had
excited me to the point that I had excited him.

I fucked his face with wild abandon and came so hard that it actually
hurt as I blew my load into his mouth.  Yet, he gobbled it all it down as
eagerly as I had done for him.

We were like young puppies in heat after that first night.  When Scott
wasn't around, David never went off to play soccer without a load of my
cum in his tummy. Nor, was dairy product the type of cream that I had
before my coffee in the morning.

The kid's dick always seemed hard, and even though I was approaching
twenty-five, mine was the same.  It seemed as though I had been given an
infusion of youth and I believed I was thirteen again.

We took showers together, and David thought it would be a great idea for
us both to shave off our pubes, he delighted in shaving off what body
hair I had, and, with the exception of our head hair and eyebrows, we
were both as slick as new born babes.

For me, David's long locks wafting over my stomach as he sucked my cock
was an instant turn on, and I loved the mornings when I would awaken with
my dick in his mouth and I would see that blonde mop bobbing up and down
on my stalk.

As for David, he loved having his hole eaten, no one had ever done that
to him, and he would wail like the siren on a EMS wagon as I fucked his
hole with my tongue or at times fucked it with my fingers while I sucked
him.  Most times, I would do that when he was sitting upon the couch
holding his legs back to give me full and unfettered access to his
bottom, even as cartoons played on the television.

Neither of us ever wore clothes around the apartment anymore when Scott
wasn't around.  In fact, it not only began to feel natural but it allowed
us free access to each other's dicks anytime one of us felt the urge.
Needless to say, in three weeks time there wasn't a room in the apartment
where we hadn't had sex.

It was about the second week in August, when we were playing around in my
bed, that David straddled my groin and put my dick in his butt crack and
began to slide back and forth.

"I want you to put your dick in my butt," he said, but I would have none
of it.

"Forget it!  It'll hurt too much!" I replied, remembering that a guy with
a dick about my size had been my first fuck and it had hurt so badly it
was ten years before I let someone try it again.

"I've had dicks in my butt before," he replied.

"Yeah, like mine?" I responded.

"No!" David replied.

"Then forget it!" I said.

Like so much else, whether it was going to Disney World, I had to dip
into my meager savings for that one, or getting his ear pierced, David
didn't let up.  We never made love when he didn't bring up the subject of
putting my dick in his butt. One morning, I awoke to find him hovering
over my dick getting ready to put it in his butt, and I quickly rolled
away and told him it wasn't gonna happen.

Three days later, it was a Saturday night, and we had gone out to eat
Mexican food at my favorite restaurant.  As usual, I had one too many
margaritas and I was a little loose and drowsy by the time we got back to
the apartment.

"I'm going to bed.  You coming?" I asked.

"Nah! I'm gonna watch Beach Party on MTV," the kid replied.

So, I staggered off to the bedroom, undressed, and climbed into bed,
where I quickly passed out.  Soon, I was having a beautiful dream.  It
was a dream about an angel whose golden wings were spread wide and whose
smile was the most beautiful I had ever seen.  Yet, the angel was quite
naked and was riding my cock.  The sensations were incredible.  Nothing
could possibly feel as good.  Then, it was if it wasn't a dream and I
awoke.

As I looked downward toward my groin in the glow of the moonlight, I
noticed David sitting astride my legs.  The tears running down his cheeks
sparkled in the glow from the full moon that came through the windows and
his body was trembling a bit.  Instantly, as I came full awake, I
realized that some of my cock was in his butt.

"No, David! Stop! I said, and reached for his hips to pull him away and
off of me.

"Don't!  I can do it!  Please!  I want to!  Please!" he begged.

"You're in pain!" I replied.

"Yeah, it ain't that bad though.  Just gimme time," he replied.

Now that I look back at it, and I have fucked many guys in my life.  I
can honestly say that that night was the most unselfish giving up of
one's butt that I have ever encountered before or since.

It took almost fifteen minutes before David's butt was resting on my
pubes, and the fuck that followed, as he rode my cock and wanked his own,
was not to be believed.  Tight was not even the word for the warm
moistness that encased my cock, and we blew our loads together, mine up
his butt and his all over my stomach, as we both had our orgasms. We
fucked a lot after that, although there was always lots of foreplay
beforehand.

Although I always considered myself primarily a top, I loved watching
David's facial expressions and his emotions as he fucked me.  The kid was
a natural, whether on top or bottom.

He would wail at the ceiling as I fucked him, those long gazelle like
legs pointing to the sky, me having bent them backward so that his butt
was raised high and I could pound his prostate with every thrust.  It was
another round of firsts.

His first time to get fucked "doggie" style.  His first time to
experience the first "hands free" orgasm of his life, and he had
squealed, and began to laugh and cry with joy at the same time as I
hugged him, in total disbelief that it had really happened.  His first
time to wrap those long legs and arms around me and experience a slow,
deliberate fuck, that was really a loving one, and one that lasted almost
an hour.  Yet, it all had to come to an end.

The last week of August approached, and as the 30th drew closer David
became more and more sullen and withdrawn.  Deep down inside, I knew he
was feeling the same feelings that I was.  Yet, I didn't know how to
express mine and he didn't know how to express his.  The sex stopped dead
cold.

The last three nights, I cried myself to sleep, listening to his sobs
that echoed back from the living room where he now slept on the pullout
couch, avoiding my bed like the plague.  My heart was breaking, and so
was his, and neither of us could find the words that either of us wanted
to say.

Because of Scott being his usual unreliable self, it was I that took
David to the airport to see him off for the flight back to Miami.  Very
little was said by either of us on the way to the airport or while we
waited at the gate.

"Uh, well it's been nice getting to know you, David.  I hope things go
well for you in school this Fall," I said, hoping to break the ice as we
sat there waiting for his flight to be called.

"Yeah, I guess," the kid replied, and glanced out the window at the nose
of the jet as it pulled into the gate.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye," I said, as we walked to the gangway, the
flight attendant having called for the passengers to board.

"Yeah, goodbye!" David said, and turned and headed down the gangway.

I watched as his tiny form receded from me and tears welled up in my
eyes.  I wondered if he knew, would ever know, what a breath of fresh air
he had breathed into my life over the last two months.  Then, something
happened.  David set down his carry bag, turned around, looked at me, and
leaving it lying in the middle of the gangway, ran back toward me.

"Oh God!  I don't wanna go!  I wanna be here with you forever!" David
said, throwing his arms around my waist and beginning to sob.

"You can't.  You've got your whole life ahead of you.  You've got so many
good things ahead.  So much fun, enjoy it!" I replied, hugging him for
all I was worth.

"Promise me, David!  Promise me you'll wait!" he said looking up at me,
tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Wait for what?" I asked.

"Me!  Promise me you'll wait for me!  I know you think I'm just a little
kid now but I won't be in six or seven years.  Promise me.  Please!  I
love you!" David said, and hugged me with all his might again.

"I love you, too, David.  We'll see.  If you feel that way a year from
now, even five years from now, I'll wait.  I promise," I replied, hugging
him back.

My heart broke into a million pieces as I watched him walk down that
gangway, then turn and blow me a kiss goodbye that day.  I cried all the
way home, and even more when I got there.

That Fall, Scott moved in with Karen and I accepted a grant out on the
West Coast in order to continue my studies.  Over the next years, I kept
in touch with David.

Via phone calls, snail mail, and e-mail, I went through his junior high
and high school years with him.  I delighted in the victories of his
soccer team, rejoiced when he was accepted into the National Honor
Society, and laughed and shook my head as he informed me he and his male
date were the first of their kind at his senior prom.

Like his brother, David is pursuing a BBA in Business Administration at
the moment, and I suspect he will be good in that profession, he
currently has a 4.0 average his sophomore year.  As for communicating
with David, well, we do that better now than ever before.

As a matter of fact, I need to check the chicken dish I have in the
oven.  He'll be home from Intramural Soccer soon and I know he'll be
hungry.  Oh, and in case you haven't guessed, he didn't change his mind
and I waited for him as I said I would.

God!  If you thought his older brother was something you should see David
now!
Although he wears that golden hair in a perm now, I miss the long hair,
he makes Scott look like garbage in the looks department.

Me, I'm just proud to go out with him on my arm and to have that
nine-inch cock of his drill my butt.  Believe me, it was worth the wait
and we both feel that way.

The End