Date: Fri, 11 Jun 1999 17:36:08 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: Noontime

Noontime
by David (DAG1064@aol.com)

	It's noon now.  We've since moved from the bedroom to the living
room stopping at two other rooms, making love there.  Usually once or twice
is enough when he stays with me, but for some reason we can't seem to get
enough of each other.  I can't say what has affected us today to be this
sexual, but we are.  I stand in the kitchen making some lunch for us.  I
glance out into the livingroom and see him reclining on pillows tossed onto
the floor, the sun casting it's light onto his body.  Lucky for me I live
on the second floor of a building, and I would know if someone was coming
up the stairs.  I rigged up a warning light ages ago, and it's never failed
me once.  His eyes are closed, and I wonder what he is dreaming about.  I
consider myself very lucky to have met this wonderful boy months ago.  I've
been blessed by our relationship, which has become much more meaningful day
after day.  His Mother, bless her, has given consent to us, and as a
result, Tyler has become a better man having been with me this long.  His
Mother, Peg, says I'm a saint.  I think it's because of all the love and
attention I've given him.  The sex has become a part of our relationship, I
never forced it on him.  It just happened.  I took it on myself to educate
him about sex, love, and relationships.  He understands fully about it all,
and if he is involved with other boys, he never says so.  If he is, I hope
he plays safe.  I watch him for another moment, then walk back into the
kitchen.  I continue with making lunch, so absorbed in it, I never hear him
come in.  I turn to see him standing there when I heard something behind
me.  He smiles at me, looking like the most innocent angel.  He sits on the
floor, leaning against my legs.  I wonder what is going on, then I
understand when he licks at my soft six inches.  I feel his tongue on my
cock, and it rises.  I sigh, feeling good right then.  Tyler can suck cock
real good, he's a natural at it.  His mouth moves up and down on it slow
and steady.  I have this wild thought that he's like a kitten, feeding from
his mother's teat.  Tyler keeps sucking, his warm wet mouth feeling good on
my cock.  He starts to suck harder and faster, and before I realize it, I'm
cumming in his mouth.  I keep cumming until I am done, his mouth sucking it
down, his tongue licking and slurping it up.  He is done, he relaxes
against my legs.  I lift him up in my arms and carry him into the living
room.  He drowsily lies against me, a smile on his face.  He knows he
pleased me, being the perfect catamite.  I am pleased, and feel good inside
at what he has done.  I love this person, this boy who has given himself to
me willingly.  I kiss him on the forehead, and slip out from under him.  I
return to the kitchen and finish making the lunch.  I bring it back to the
living room where he lays on the pillows.  I set the food next to us on the
floor, then get down on the pillows.  I place him on my lap, his naked body
lying across me.  His brown hair smells a bit of sweat, and I decide a bath
is in order later.  He opens his eyes and smiles.  His hazel colored eyes
are full of love and trust.  I feed him the sandwiches I've made, then the
bit of potato salad.  After our lunch, I hold him in my arms as we lay on
the pillows together.  My hands roam over his adolescent body, feeling the
newly developed muscles and the large dark colored nipples.  Tyler sighs,
enjoying the erotic massage.  One of the things we do together is work out
on my home weight set.  I've taught him the proper excercises, how to do
them right, the right amount of weight to use and so on.  My coaching him
has paid off, the boy's physical appearance had gotten better.  He isn't so
skinny anymore.  He loves to swim, so I coach him there.  I used to swim on
my college team, so he asked me for help and I gave it to him.  Now he
swims for his junior high school team.  He's very good at it.


	My hands continue to wander about his body.  His development is
just right for his age.  I look down to see his four inch cock twitch a
little, and I wonder what he's dreaming of right now.  I see that his pubic
hair needs a bit of trimming, so I reach for the hair cutters I left on the
table nearby.  I comb out the hair first, then carefully trim it just
right, shaping it nicely.  Now it looks better.  My fingers curl around his
boy's cock, gently stroking it.  It comes up hard in seconds.  It stands
out straight from his body, slightly curved to the right.  His cock is a
pale color, and I can see the one blood vein pulse with each beat of his
heart.  I use one finger to touch his smooth balls, feeling them move in
their pouches.  I had shaved his balls clean of hair three weeks ago, and
he had enjoyed the experience.  I still do that, but it's done at least
once a week.  It just feels so much better to me, more natural.  I touch
the balls once more, then slowly run my finger up the balls to the base of
his four inch shaft.  I move my fingertip around the base, then up the
shaft to the head.  I brush the finger against the tip of his cock, and
suddenly he stiffens.  His head goes back, his mouth opens slightly, the
quick intake of breath, the gasp, and then he cums, several pearls of his
white cum lands on his chest, nipples, abs, stomach, my hand, and then his
right hip.  He relaxes, sighing.  He settles down on me once more, and
dozes again.  I use my fingers to scoop up each morsel of his sweet cum,
and taste them.  After I get the cum, I wipe his body clean with a towel I
keep handy.  I cradle him in my arms, kissing his forehead.  I love this
boy, he is so amazing.  I close my eyes, the noon sun feeling good on my
skin.  I dream of us together for a long time.  I wonder what is to become
of us when he gets older.  I choose not to worry about that now.  There is
plenty of time later to.  My mind wanders, and I picture things in my mind
that is to come.  Baseball, swim meets, his friends, birthdays, school,
possibly meeting girls, learner's permits, driving lessons, first car,
graduation, striking out on his own.  I hope that I will be a part of all
that, but that is Tyler's decision to make.  I cannot and will not force
him to include me in everything.  If he wants me to be a part of it, he'll
ask.  He knows that I would be there for him in everything.  I've proved
that to him already when he had tested me.  At times he does try my
patience, but I think of myself at that age, and I back off.  He knows
where we stand in our relationship, when we are out in public, he is
careful in how he acts around me and he listens to me.  In private, he is
very openly affectionate, and I am a lot more allowing in the doing of
things here in my home.  I let him lead, never forcing him into the
lovemaking we do.  Tyler considers our relationship a very special thing to
him, and he enjoys the lovemaking we do.  He tells me that these times that
we do make love are sweet, special times, and he feels good and secure in
what we do.  That makes me feel good to hear him say that.  I tell him that
he is a very good lover, he will make somebody happy someday.  He tells me
that will be the future, he's happy to be with me now.  What a nifty kid he
is.


	He wakes an hour later.  He kisses me on the mouth.  He sits on my
hips, facing me.  There is a tear in his eye.
 "What's wrong, love?" I ask, concerned.
 "Nothing.  I just realized I could never really describe just how much I
love you," he said.
 "Tyler honey, love is like that sometimes.  No one could really find
something large enough to fully contain all the love one feels for the
other," I told him.  I kissed the tear away.  He smiles, and lays his head
against my shoulder.  I rock him gently, enjoying having him in my arms.
He reaches for something, and then I feel something cool being rubbed onto
my six inches.  I realize he's lubricating my cock in preparation for anal
sex.  He sits upright, then raises up and then slowly sits down again,
driving my cock up inside of him.  Finally he sits all the way down, his
butt cheeks on my hips, my cock firmly lodged in his rectum.  He looks at
me, tears in his eyes.  I remember some love song, and I repeat the words
to him.
 "Tyler, are those tears for me?  Do you think that our time is all gone?
Our time has just only begun.  I promise to be close to you.  I just wish
you could know just how much I love you," I whispered in his ear.  He leans
forward and rests his head on my shoulder and cried.  I feel his tears on
my shoulder.  I rub his back, letting him work his emotions out.  Finally
he sits up, driving my cock back into him.  His eyes are closed, I still
see the tears on his eyelashes as he begins the act of love and passion, He
rises and falls on my cock, driving it deep within him.  I hold him
underneath his arms, keeping him in place.  I feel the urge to cum inside
the boy rise from deep with in me.  I moan, and he goes faster, my cock
moving quicker inside his ass.  Suddenly, I cum.  I see shooting stars,
rainbows, fireworks, and hear bells going off.  I moan loudly, and I cum
hard and quick.  It is over, and I am spent.  He gets off me, and then
raises my knees to my chest.  I feel his cock enter me, the hard flesh of
his love enter me.  I look into his face, wondering what is happening.  He
is fully inside of me, fucking me now, I feel his cock moving inside of me.
He is crying again, whispering that he loves me.  His emotions have taken
control of him as he performs the sweetest act of love.  He has gotten this
way before, and I am not alarmed.  He is a very emotional and passionate
lover.  He fucks me faster, and then I feel him cum inside of me.  I feel
his cock shoot his sperm into me, and I love the feeling of it.  His tears
and sweat drip onto my chest, mixing freely.  He shoves his cock hard into
me three times, then collapses on me, crying into my shoulder.  I hold the
boy close to me, feeling his sobs shake his body.  It is a few minutes
before he calms down.  His wet cock is squeezed between our abs, and I
gently rock him against me.  He sighs.  Kisses me.  I lay him down on the
pillows and use my tongue to clean the tears from his face.  When I come
back with a wet cloth to clean him up, he is asleep again.  I wipe his
face, abs, cock, and ass clean.  Then I snuggle down on the pillows next to
him and take his sun warmed body into my arms.  I begin to toy with the
idea of relocating to a new place that has a balcony that we could lie out
on safely.  I decide to look around.  Might be worth the extra expense, if
there is any.  I too, slip into dreamtime.


	I dream of us living together, his Mom with us as well.  We are
happy together.  That is how it should be, my mind says.  Something else
inside of me agrees.  Perhaps it could happen.  Life would be perfect.
Deep inside me I decide to do just that.  Tomorrow I will start looking for
a new place for the three of us.  I sincerely hope his mother approves of
the plan.  I have no doubts she will.

END

Author's note: Please read "Morningtime" first.  It goes with this one.
Next one coming is "Eveningtime".  Stay tuned.