Date: Tue, 18 May 1999 13:53:07 -0400 (EDT)
From: cutter57@email.com
Subject: "Touring With Richard - Part 4" (Man/Teen)

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction.  It contains detailed
depictions of consensual sex between a man and a teenage boy.  If this or
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			   TOURING WITH RICHARD

	 Copyright 1999 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved

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	Part 4: Morning and Evening of the Fourth Day (Conclusion)

I was massaging Matthew's completely unmuscled leg and thigh while we were
sitting on the couch.  I could see his little boy penis tenting out his
shorts very slightly; he was actually getting quite excited, although I
knew there wasn't much he could do.  Matthew suddenly leaned over and gave
me a kiss on the cheek.  It was a wet, childlike kiss, and totally asexual.
But it definitely sent a message that I was strongly receiving.  "What a
strange kid he is," I thought.  "I wonder what he really wants and really
needs.  Does he want to investigate sex with me?  If he wants sex then why
hasn't his brother ever done anything with him.  Richard said that he and
Matthew had never engaged in any kind of adolescent sex - or even boyhood
sex, for that matter.  Would I really now be considering a sexual encounter
with Matthew?"

I looked over at him again, and my instincts definitely weighed to the
negative.  Matthew was such a little boy type.  He really held absolutely
no interest for me.  His looks and body type were so utterly unappealing.
I looked closely at his face and noticed moles there that I hadn't noticed
before.  God, this kid was so unappetizing looking.  He was such a complete
turn-off.

"Matthew, may I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"What is it that you really want?  Why are you here tonight?  I mean, you
came here for some reason, didn't you?  Would you mind telling me?"  I was
speaking my very best professorial tone of voice.

He was silent for almost a minute, all the time looking right at me.  When
he finally spoke it was in a very hesitant manner.  "Professor, I think I
know that you and Richard have been having...er...you and he have been
doing...uh...you know, you've been making love together.  Haven't you?"

"I cannot and will not say what Richard and I have or have not been doing."

"Okay, that's all right.  I understand.  Can I tell you something and you
swear to God not to say anything to anybody?"

"You have my word, Matthew."

"I would just love to undress you and...and look at your body."

"W-w-w-what?"

"I asked if I can look at your body."  He paused and looked at the ceiling.
"I know it sounds strange but I've never seen, you know, a grown man's
body."

"You've never seen you father naked?"

"Well, yes, I have.  But he's my father and he doesn't count, does he?  I
mean I've never seen a real man's body, you know, someone who isn't
family."

"Why do you want to see my body in particular, Matthew?"

"Well, Richard has sortta said that you have a great body and I'd like to,
you know, to see it.  And I saw part of your body today at the Dead Sea and
it looked so great - without any hair or anything.  Remember, you saw my
whole body earlier today, didn't you?"

"Yes I did Matthew.  However, I didn't ask to see it, did I?"

"Yeah, I know.  But I saw the way you were looking at me while we were
swimming and I thought, you know, you'd wanna see all of me."

The way I looked at him?  The way I looked at him?  I had been looking at
him in disgust and mentally thinking how repulsive he was and he thought I
was looking with longing and desire.  Oh, shit!  What a fucking mess!  How
did I get into this one?  I guess I just invite these problems by my
somewhat bizarre behavior, don't I?

"Matthew, I need to ask you something and also to tell you something."  He
continued to sit on the couch and looked at me while he smiled that little
boy smile of his with those dimpled cheeks.  "Matthew, why did you show
me.you know, show me yourself today when we were in the dressing room?"

"Well, that's rather difficult to say, professor.  You know it was a spur
of the moment thing.  After you untied the knot from my suit, I had
this...I don't know, this thing to show you all of my body...and my dick
and balls.  It was an whim, I guess."  He paused and looked at me and his
face got a very serious expression.  "They're really small, aren't they?"

I supposed he had hoped that I would disagree, but I didn't.  "Yes, they're
rather tiny, Matthew, for a kid who is past thirteen they're a bit on the
puny side.  You don't have any hair down there, do you?"

He had this absolutely stricken look on his face.  He shook his head.

"None at all?" I asked again.

"None at all," he replied in a whisper looking down at his crotch.

I knew that this conversation was at an end.  "Matthew, I really don't
think it's such a good idea for you to be here.  You need to get back to
your room now and get a good night sleep."

I stood up slowly and began to move to the door.  It was time for Matthew
to make his exit and to make it as gracefully as possible, without the
shedding of any tears - I hoped.  I opened the door.  He stood up from his
cross-legged position on the couch and walked slowly to he door.  He paused
a moment, looked at me with his tear filled eyes and walked out into the
hall.  I closed the door and sat down on the couch again.

I turned on the television, sat back down on the couch and absently flipped
through the handful of channels; I watched each one very briefly.  I ate an
orange.  I kept flipping the channels over and over again for about fifteen
minutes before I decided that there would never be anything good on and
that it was time for bed.

I went into the bedroom and turned on the TV in there.  Of course, I knew
there was nothing on to watch, but I needed to have it on.  I had no
companionship tonight as I had had on prior nights.  I stripped, put on my
robe and went out onto the balcony for a smoke.  It was a nice night,
rather balmy and I looked out over the lights of Jerusalem.  The area where
the hotel was located looked like a hundred other cities I've been to in my
life, but I somehow knew that this one was different - and special.

I walked back into the room and watched CNN for a few minutes to see if I
could get any sports scores from the states.  Of course, in Jerusalem at 11
PM, the stock market has just closed in New York City.  This was too much
for my tourist-befogged brain to take in.  I decided it was sleep time.

After setting my alarm clock, opening the balcony doors slightly (all the
hotel room were terribly over heated) and turning off all the lights, I
settled into bed and made myself as comfortable as possible.

Just as I felt myself dozing off, there was a tapping on door.  What the
fuck?  Now, who could that be?  I dragged myself out of bed stubbing my
toes on a nearby chair in the process.  Shit it hurt!  Trudging to the door
and not even bothering to look through the peephole, I just pulled the door
opened.  There was Matthew!  And here I was standing totally naked in front
of him and just staring!

I quickly ducked behind the opened door to try to cover my nakedness.  It
was a foolish action and I banged my head against the edge.

"Shit!"

"Are you okay, professor?" Matthew asked in his high soprano voice.

"Yes, I'll survive Matthew," I said sarcastically rubbing my head all the
while.  "May I ask what you're doing here?  I thought we said good night
thirty minutes ago."

"That's true, but I've been sitting in the lobby wondering what."

"You've been sitting in the lobby?  You didn't go back to your room?"

He shook his head.  "No, I went to sit in the lobby and think."

"Think?  Think about what?"

"About me and Richard...and you."

"What's there to think about?" I said in a very annoyed voice.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued to stare at me.  What the fuck was
I going to do now that he had returned?  "Okay, Matthew, come in," I said
as I quickly walked into the bedroom to get my robe.  When I walked back
into the sitting room he had turned on a lamp and had seated himself in
that same position on the couch.

"Okay, Matthew, speak to me.  What do you want?"

He just stared at me with me returning his stare.  He opened his mouth and
I could not believe what came out in an almost garbled rush of speech.
"Professor, I want to have sex with you and I want you to make love to my
body and to make me feel good and I want to do the same to your body if
you'll let me do it.  Please."  He paused.  "There!  I've said it and I'm
glad I did!"  He gave me a small smile.

Now it was out in the open.  He had said what he wanted to say and it was
now my turn.  But I just continued to stare at him like he was someone or
something from another planet.

"Did I want to make love to this boy?"  I asked myself.  The answer was
certainly no.  "What would happen if I totally rejected him?"  He would
probably go ballistic on me and go running and screaming to his parents.
"Would that be such a bad thing to happen?  After all, they certainly knew
what was going on between Richard and me.  He had slept in my room every
night since that very first night of the tour.  What could Matthew tell
them that they already didn't know?"

I spoke slowly and in a very steady and calming voice.  "Matthew, I really
do not know how to say this to you and not hurt your feelings.  But there's
no other way, believe me.  The truth is I really don't want to make love to
you or your body and I don't want you to make love to mine.  I'm really not
interested in...in getting to know you...better."

He stared at me.  He nodded his head slightly and looked down at his lap.
"I see," he said in a low, soft voice.  "I understand."  His lifted his
head and looked directly at me without even blinking.  "Can I ask you
something?"  I nodded my head because I knew exactly what he was going to
ask.  "Can I just spend the night here then?"

"What?" I replied complete flabbergasted.  This was not what I expected him
to ask!  "You're asking if you can spend the night in this suite with me?"
He nodded his head again.  "Why?  I thought we settled that question an
hour or so ago and again just a minute or so ago."  This time he shrugged
his shoulders and gave me a quizzical look.  I thought I also detected a
pleading look on that pudgy little boy face of his.

Christ!  This is exactly what I did not need.  This repulsive little kid
wants to sleep with me.  What am I going to do?  If I take him into my bed,
will he want anything more than just sleeping with me?  Will he want sex
with me?  I certainly do not want sex with him; that's for goddamned sure!

I was totally confused about what to do.  Maybe I should let him stay;
he'll sleep in my bed with me and that will be that.  The end of it -
finished - fini!

I was getting very tired and this kid was definitely wearing me down with
his persistence.  "You want to sleep tonight in my bed with me, Matthew?"

He nodded and then spoke in a low voice.  "I would like that very much,
professor.  It would be nice.  If it's okay with you.  Is it?"

I let out a big, long sigh and nodded my head.  "Yes, Matthew, it's okay
with me."  I was resigned to the fact that Matthew was going to sleep with
me tonight.  He had completely worn me down.  This kid is going to make a
great lawyer some day.  He's like a grinding wheel - he'll just grind away
and grind away until he wears you down.

"Do you usually sleep in the nude, professor?"

"Yes, I normally do Matthew; I think you just saw that.  What about you?"

"I usually sleep in my underwear, but tonight I think I'm gonna sleep like
you sleep, eay?"

I walked into the bedroom.  I left my robe on and got into bed.  I was not
going to do anything to encourage Matthew into any kind of sexual activity.

He just stood at the foot of the bed and started to undress.  It was
probably the most non-sensual strip I ever saw in my life.  First Matthew
removed the tee shirt he was wearing over his head and it got caught on his
ears.  He had rather large ears.  I had to suppress a laugh; it was just
too funny.  He next slipped off his shorts and stepped out of them almost
tripping himself in the process; I guess he was a little nervous but I
didn't know why - there was absolutely nothing sexual in anything he was
doing.  He was wearing white briefs and they really accentuated the
briefness of his package.  He barely made a bulge in the pouch.  Again I
had to suppress a laugh.  It was all just too funny.  Matthew playing
sexual animal was absolutely hysterical - and pitiful!

He walked to my side of the bed.  He had this little potbelly that was so
unattractive and below his waist there was a roll of flesh that was really
quite repulsive.  I knew I would not be able to touch this kid - absolutely
not!  I slid over towards the center of the bed to make room for him.  I
held the covers and he slipped under them and made himself comfortable
right next to me.

"Are we shy tonight Matthew?" I asked with more than a touch of sarcasm in
my voice.

"Uh-huh," he responded.  "I just thought.well, you know, I know that you
don't really want to look at my body and my...uh...private...uh...parts
now.  I got that feeling.  I think you don't really want to...er...see my
dick and balls again.  Right?"

The kid was reading my mind perfectly.  "Ready for sleep?" I asked.  He
grunted.  I checked the alarm clock again, shut the lights and settled down
for the night - with Matthew.  The last thing I had expected when this day
began was that Matthew - plump, unattractive, underdeveloped Matthew -
would be sharing my bed tonight.

I missed my beautiful Richard - my lovely, enticing, exciting Richard.  I
missed his wonderful body and his gorgeous smile.  I missed the fabulous
tenderness of the last three nights that we had shared together.  I missed
the love that he had exhibited for me and the way I returned that
incredible love to him.  God!  That kid was an absolute treasure!

I rethought the events of tonight and what led to Matthew being in bed with
me; it seemed to play out almost like a Marx Brothers' movie.  It was
actually farcical.

I felt Matthew snuggle close to me; he slowly and tentatively moved his
hand until it was in the middle of my chest.  He just let it rest there
while moving his body closer to mine.  I was determined not to touch
Matthew at all.  I suddenly realized that he was erect because I could feel
his pinky-sized dick pressing into my side.

"Are you comfortable yet, Matthew?"

"Yeah, professor.  I'm very comfortable.now."

So Matthew was snuggled up against me and I had my hands behind my head -
not my favorite sleeping position but it was somewhere to put my hands so
that they would not be touching Matthew in any way shape or form.  Matthew
put his head half on my chest and half into my armpit.  I was able to smell
his hair and also got a whiff of his boy aroma.  Neither was particularly
to my taste.

What surprised me most was that I had tremendous difficulty falling asleep.
I didn't understand why - it had been such a very tiring day.  I expected
to fall asleep almost immediately but this didn't happen.  Was it because
Matthew was in bed with me?  Was I expecting sex before falling asleep as
it had been all those nights with Richard?  Or was it something about
Matthew that was keeping me awake?

I kept staring at the ceiling and hoping for blissful sleep.  According to
the digital clock it was already fifteen minutes since I got into bed.  I
had assumed that Matthew had fallen asleep.  Boy!  Was I totally wrong!

Matthew began to move his hand very, very slowly under my robe and onto one
of my nipples.  He tweaked it between two of his fingers very, very gently;
the feel was almost feathery to the touch.  He then slowly brushed the palm
of his hand over my now erect nipple and I felt an instantaneous jolt
travel up my spine.  What the hell was happening?  What was going on?
Matthew?  Matthew was making me hot?  Matthew?  Dumpy, creepy, pudgy
Matthew?  With his little boy tits and his Buddha belly?

I said nothing but let Matthew continue his adventures.  What did I have to
lose?  Richard wasn't here to soothe me and anything Matthew did would be a
plus.  Right?  I certainly hoped so.  However, his inexperience was already
beginning to become evident.  He was still working my tit and it was
becoming very annoying.  Those repetitive motions had no variations
whatsoever.

"Matthew, try the other one now," I finally had to say.  And like the good
little boy he was he moved his hand to my other nipple and began exploring
it.  He did the same thing to this poor nipple.  "Matthew, is there
anything else in your repertoire besides constantly rubbing my nipples?" I
asked rather snippily.  I leaned over and turned on the lamp by the bed.

"Uh...I'm sorry professor, but I've...uh...I've never done...uh...anything
with another, you know, person before."  He gave me a real sad puppy dog
look.

"Matthew, you said earlier that you wanted to see my body naked and that
you wanted to make love to it.  Right?"  He nodded at me.  "Okay then,
let's get busy."

Matthew just stared at me and I could see his eyes tearing up.  He began to
blubber.  "I don't...know what...to do!  I've never...I've never...I've
never before been..."

I started to feel a little sorry for the kid and guilty for the really
shitty way in which I had been treating him.  "Okay, Matthew, okay my
friend.  I understand.  I understand completely", I said in a very
apologetic tone.  I paused and looked into his tearful eyes.  "I'm really
sorry for the crappy way that I've been speaking to you and treating you
and for getting upset with you.  Can you forgive me?"

He nodded and tried to bring himself under control.  He threw his arms
around me and pulled me close to him.  I returned the gesture; I held him
close to my chest.

He continued to sob softly.  I stroked his back slowly and spoke softly
into his ear.  I tried to reassure him that I understood his situation and
that I was not making fun of him or denigrating him because of his lack of
sexual experience.  I told him that everything would be all right and I
would be willing to help him discover his sexuality if that's what he
really wanted.

He smiled up at me and I went to tickle him in his armpits.  He giggled and
squirmed around the bed.  I think his normal ebullient personality was
returning.  I was having a bit of fun with Matthew and he was enjoying it -
like a young child.  "Can I play with...your, you know, with your body,
Matthew?"  I asked him while mustering the biggest smile I could manage.

He returned my big smile.  "Of course, professor."  He was speaking softy
and slowly.  "You can do anything you want with my body; you know that,
don't you?  That's why I'm in bed with you, eay?"  Suddenly the smile
vanished.  "You must also know that nobody has ever touched me
before...tonight.  Richard hasn't, even my dad doesn't even touch me if he
can help it.  I guess every one is totally turned off by the looks of this
body, eay?"

I just nodded to him very slightly and shrugged my shoulders.  Youthful
images suddenly came flooding into my head.  My youth...my youthful
images...images of me...images of rejection.images of shame...and
loneliness...and...

I started to tear up slightly.  I took a very deep breath - to calm myself
down - and let it out slowly.  "Why don't you just make yourself a little
more comfortable, Matthew.  Spread out a bit, okay?"  He did as I asked.  I
could see his little boy dick pushing out his white briefs.  It looked
rather cute but unfortunately it certainly did not excite me.  There seemed
to be nothing much to his package at all; as I noted before his dick and
balls barely filled the pouch of his briefs - except for the tenting.  It
truly seemed pathetic to me.

He body was quite a turnoff, but I thought, "This kid really deserves a bit
of excitement - doesn't he?"  He had been honest enough to tell me that no
one had ever touched his body and that I would be the first.  That got me a
little somewhat excited, believe it or not.  I leaned over and began
rubbing the palm of one hand over one of his tits.  Just this small
movement seemed to get him very aroused.  He started to breathe heavily and
began squirming his rather chubby butt on the bed.  It looked rather cute,
I thought.  Matthew had a big smile on that plump, smooth face of his.
Just possibly he wasn't such an unappetizing sexual conquest as I had
originally thought.

I move my hand over the top of his straining little dick.  This caused him
take in a tremendous amount of air and he started to choke slightly.  He
began to cough badly and I removed my hand.  He sat up and threw his arms
around me, hugging me very tightly, while continuing to cough.  I hugged
him back and kissed his forehead and his cheeks.  Matthew hugged me even
harder and began kissing and slobbering on my neck.  I got the terrible
feeling that this kid was really quite starved for affection.  I got the
distinct and terrifying impression that he was the ugly duckling in the
family and was generally ignored by people.  Both of his parents and his
brother were very good looking people and Matthew was.well, Matthew was
decidedly plain.  And plain was a kind word for it.  I don't exactly know
why I suddenly felt such compassion for him or why I believed this, but I
most certainly did.  Suddenly this kid, this boy, became very important to
me; his well being was suddenly the number one priority in my life; his
happiness paramount.  Maybe...just maybe my own past held the clue.

"Thanks, professor," Matthew managed to say while sobbing and choking into
my neck.

"Thanks for what, Matthew?" I replied questioningly.

"For accepting me.and wanting me.and not laughing at me.and letting me be
with." After those words I could not understand anything else that he said;
he was crying too hard.

I tried calming him down by rubbing his back and whispering into his ear.
I was not really very good at this kind of coddling but I did my duty and
tried to soothe him.  I rubbed my hands over his back again and as far down
as his ass.  It was a nice smooth ass and I worked my hand under the
elastic of his briefs.  I could hear Matthew begin to breathe a little
deeper.  He was becoming aroused again.  And, as a matter of fact, so was
I.  I knew I would have to go further with him - he wanted it and so did I.

I gently lay him on his back again.  I saw his dick tenting up his briefs
again.  I ran my hands down his sides and soothingly stroked and caressed
him.  His skin was very soft; what else did I expect?  He was just a young
immature boy!  I let my hands roam all over his torso and down his arms and
into his armpits, that I gently petted.  Finally I moved my hands down, and
slowly and tenderly under his briefs; I gradually lowered them and removed
them.

His little boy dick was standing straight up and I had to admit that it was
cute.  Of course he was circumcised and his dick looked to be about
three-inches long when fully erect.  It was a deep pink in color, probably
from all the blood rushing there.  The glans was beautifully shaped,
although it was in miniature.  His very small ball bag was brownish and was
only very slightly wrinkled; it was quite tight and I could see the two
little seeds riding inside.  I could not detect even one hair anywhere on
his pubic mound.  This kid had a long ways to go before the real onset of
puberty.

His little package became quite endearing to me, in a sort of clinical way.
I didn't really crave him but now that he was presenting himself to me this
way I wanted very much to taste this boy.

I move my face to his and kissed him softly on his lips; he seemed to like
that very much because he smiled up at me.  I licked his ears and he
giggled.  I licked his throat and neck and worked my way down to his
nipples.  I tell you those tits of his really did nothing for me sexually.
He was flabby and they were so very pronounced.  I proceeded to lick one of
them gently and Matthew seemed to like what I was doing very much.  I
continued to tongue first one then the other nipple before I started to
bite them very lightly.

Matthew was getting very excited and his butt was bouncing up and down on
the bed.  He was starting to moan loudly and I decided to really give him
something to moan about.  I continued to lick and bite his nipples while I
began to rub his inner thigh with one hand and very lightly grazed the tip
of his dick with the other.  He must have jumped a foot; Matthew was
getting very excited and getting there very quickly.

I rubbed my hand over his dick head a little more forcefully and Matthew
seemed to love all of my attentions to him.  I moved my other hand up his
thigh until it was covering his anal opening.  I moved that hand around and
very lightly stroked his hole with one finger.  I also managed to rub my
thumb on his little ball bag.  It was very soft and silky to the feel and,
to my surprise, I liked it very much.

I now suddenly realized that I wanted to taste him - to taste all of him.
I began to lick the head of his dick slowly with my mouth and tongue.  I
was amazed by how much I loved the feel of this tender young cock to my
lips.  It was silky smooth to the tongue and had the full, wonderful taste
of prepubescent boy - boy sweat, a bit of urine and the barely exuded
flavor of musk.  There was just something about it was so comforting and
delicate to the taste.

I started moving my lips and mouth over the full length of his hard little
dick.  It was very smooth and incredibly silky; beneath the surface it was
like a steel rod.  But, it was so small - really pathetically small for a
thirteen-year-old boy, I thought.  Still he was quite tasty and so far I
liked everything that I was doing; I was not as repulsed by him as I
thought I was going to be.  I seemed to be rather happy that Matthew was
feeding me his undersized boy dick and letting me slurp on it to my heart's
content.  Matthew's actions told me that he was enjoying everything I was
going for him.

I began working harder on his dick and the stroking of his ball bag and ass
opening.  I have to say that Matthew was really getting into the swing of
things because he was moaning very loudly and moving his body a
considerable amount.  And I was certainly getting into it myself.  I was
very surprised at how aroused I had become; I was leaking copious amounts
of pre-seminal fluid.  Some of this precum was leaking onto the bed and
some was leaking onto Matthew; I would definitely lick that up later.

I knew that Matthew needed to come soon.  I increased the pressure on his
little dick as I felt my finger begin to lightly touch his ass hole muscle.
It felt slightly moist and rubbery and I knew Matthew felt it because he
gave out a little shriek as I touched it for the first time.  Louder moans
and more thrashing about followed this shriek.

"Oh, God!  Oh God!  God!" he was calling out.  Matthew was definitely into
male sex - and he was loving every second of it.  I applied maximum suction
to his raging little boy dick and pushed my finger very slightly into his
opening.

And did Matthew come!  He was contorting his chubby little body all over
the place and screaming unintelligibly.  He seemed to love everything that
was happening to his body.  I knew that I got a tremendous thrill watching
this kid have his first non-self-induced orgasm.  It was a dry come as I
had expected it would be.  Jeez, the kid was thirteen and all he had was a
dry come!  He remained hard and I continued to lick that tasty lollypop for
all it was worth.  Finally told me that it was enough and to please stop
since it was getting painful.

I lifted my head and saw his very red little dick still staring up at me.
Matthew had his eyes closed and was breathing very heavily - his fat little
chest heaving and heaving.  He rolled his head to the side and looked as if
he'd fallen asleep on me.

"Fuckin' great!  He falls asleep and I'm all worked up!" I selfishly
thought.  My cock was raging and I needed relief - and soon!  I started to
lick up the precum that was on his thigh and he opened his eyes and smiled
up at me.

"Thank you, professor," he whispered hoarsely.  "Thank you for being so
kind...and gentle...and caring...and nice to me."  I saw tears coming to
his eye.  "Nobody has ever treated me...treated me better than...than you."

I kissed him warmly and gently on his soft rosy lips.  He threw his arms
around my neck and pulled me close to his body.  The heat he was giving off
was incredible.  He kissed me passionately and even forced about one-half
inch of his tongue into my mouth.  And then he was really fast asleep.

I crawled off the bed, moved him under the blankets and tucked him in -
like the little boy he was.  I knew I would not be taken care of this
night.  I retied my robe (I was still wearing it) and went out onto the
balcony for a smoke.  When I reentered the room I got under the covers with
Matthew.  He was very warm.  In his sleep he snuggled up very close to me.
I spooned him.  I could feel my cock coming to rest just below his ass
cheeks.  I felt very comfortable and very relaxed.

I knew in my heart that this kid needed lots of loving, cuddling and
attention.  He probably had been made to feel like an outcast.  Despite my
prior feeling toward him, I was now determined to provide at least some of
those needs for Matthew.

I also knew that I would be able to fall asleep very, very quickly.  I now
had both Richard and Matthew to dream about.


				The End of Part 4