Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 10:56:20 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 12 (A/A A/b oral anal) This story, completely fiction, is about the relationship between adults and boys, including their sexual adventures. If it is illegal for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2007, Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you wish to copy the story, please, just ask. This is the concluding chapter of the story. I hope you've enjoyed it, and I would like very much to hear your reactions. This is the first time I've written for Nifty, and I'd like to learn what people appreciate - though I write for myslef, too! I'll try to answer all emails. the.empty.room@hotmail.com Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 12 I was so eager for the reunion with Tyler, when he brought little Charlie with him to visit his mother. She called me at least twice to check the menu she planned for their welcome home dinner. She was excited, nervous, and a little uncertain about what the visit might mean. Tyler had promised a surprise but had offered nothing further. We never had the dinner. The day before, he called me from his mother's home. She had died suddenly and unexpectedly of a heart attack. I went to the funeral and felt so saddened for them. Tyler had lost his wife and then his mother. His little boy, little Charlie, had lost his mother and grandmother. There were tears in my eyes for them as I passed through the line at the funeral home, and he hugged me gratefully. He would remain in town for a week or so, he said, to clear up his mother's estate, then they would leave for Brazil. His news had been that he had landed a huge contract there, and he and Charlie would be living in very exotic surroundings. But a couple of nights later, there was a knock at the door very late. It was Tyler. He had obviously been drinking. He had just as obviously been crying. He was coherent but confused. "Tyler...for god's sake -- come in!" I was shocked at his condition, then realized I shouldn't be, with everything he had gone through. I helped him to the couch and got some coffee. He had left Charlie with the lady who lived next door to them, and we talked until 1:00 in the morning. At one point he began to cry, and he sank into me as I put my arm around him. "What am I doing to do, Chuck? They're gone. Just me and Charlie." His words became indistinct as he moaned into my shoulder. He was in no condition to talk, but he needed the comforting. I held him and rocked him. And he certainly was in no condition to drive home. I finally got him quieted and led him into the guest room. I pulled his shoes off and helped him onto the bed. He was asleep before I got his feet up on the bed. I called the woman keeping Charlie and asked her to keep him overnight, explaining what had happened. She was very gracious about it. I went to sleep finally, but I woke up several times when I heard Tyler in the bathroom. Then I woke again in the very early hours to find him at the door to my room. The light was behind him, but I could tell he had stripped to his briefs when he had gone back to bed. He shuffled into the room slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. I was sleeping naked, so I pulled the sheet up a little. "Let me sleep with you. Please." The chills spread over my back. The voice was that of the little Tyler I had first met years before -- the little seven-year-old who had needed so much. He was pleading for attention, love, just as he had been then. "Tyler...Tyler...I don't know what to say. I don't think you know what you're saying. Tyler, you've had a bit much to drink..." "I'm all right now. I've had lots more coffee since I woke up. In your house. I knew immediately where I was. Strange, isn't it? I haven't been here in years. But maybe I never left..." His voice trailed off into silence. "I've hardly slept at all. I've been thinking... All night, I've been going over and over what my life is all about now... Listen to me, Chuck. I know what I'm asking of you. I need this, Chuck, please help me, Chuck." My resistance faded immediately as he literally fell into my arms. He kissed my cheek and got under the sheet with me. He fell asleep with my arms around him. We woke early in the morning. One of his hands was on my chest, and a beautiful smile was on his lips. He was fondling my cock. He was naked. "I'm sober. I'm awake." he said. "This is what I want, what I need, Chuck. You remember that you said you'd always love me? I didn't know what I needed, Chuck. I married because I was supposed to. Oh, I loved her, in my own way. And, god knows I love Charlie. But I've always known that you're the one who loves me, sweetheart." My heart stopped for a moment, then beat rapidly. He had never called me that before. Never. He kissed my lips. Oh my god, it was like all those years apart never happened at all. We kissed long and deep. His lips rapidly trailed down my chest, sucking at each nipple, and he found my cock, erect and as hard as it had ever been. He sucked me. He remembered how I loved to have my balls licked. Oh god, he remembered it all. His tongue and his fingers were quickly reacquainted with the body that had taught him to make love as a boy, a man. And I did love him. "Fuck me, Chuck. Please. Please." I did. It wasn't a long fuck. I got behind his body, admiring his strong back and narrow waist, his muscular thighs. I ate his hole first. I ate and licked and ate and kissed and ate and sucked. His scent and taste went right to my brain, and it registered: this is undeniably little Tyler. This is the little boy of seven, the preteen of 12, I loved. This is my Tyler. My sweet boy. As I tasted and pleasured him, the tears ran down my face. My tongue pleasured him, but my cock insisted on its rightful place. I fucked him. He was very tight. It must have hurt him some. I tried to enter hm gently, slowly. But he kept pleading for a harder fuck, as though he had something to make up. "Oh yes, please...Chuck..oh god...fuck me again...I need you...o fuck yes!" I moved faster - long and deep strokes. It was Tyler I was fucking, and my cock and brain took control of all my senses. It didn't take long for me to explode. I fucked my Tyler deep and hard, and I left him full of my cum. We were back in each other's arms then and just lay there quietly. Just as we had so often many years ago. As the dawn approached, he went to the kitchen to bring us some coffee. What a beautiful man he'd become! He was clearly a man who worked hard, worked out of doors often. His tan was deep. He was well-muscled, not in the manner of someone who works out in an air-conditioned gym, but in the manner of someone who does real work and earns a beautiful body. I had taken a little time earlier to admire his strong back, tight waist, and full ass, and I remembered how excited I'd been to enter such a body with my cock. And when he returned with the coffee, the morning's new light fell across him in such a way that I caught my breath. He walked tall and proud. His shoulders were broad and strong, his biceps well-formed and his forearms muscled. His chest was all the more attractive because of the graceful way he carried himself. The upper portion of his pecs was very lightly sprinkled with small dark hairs that the sun caught and highlighted. His nipples, now tight and hard, were dark. Those tiny hairs disappeared just below his pecs and reappeared just below his hard abs that rippled as he walked. The hair around his cock was dark and curly. And his cock was not completely flaccid, hanging down heavily, swinging as he walked, almost bouncing off the balls hanging behind it. His thighs, lightly sprinkled with that hair again, were stong. "You've become a beautiful man, my little Tyler," I whispered more to myself than to him. He smiled as though he had known I was examining him. But then, there had been times when I had thought he could read my mind. He served me the coffee. "I want to tell you what I've been thinking about, Chuck. I was so out of it when I got here last night. I had been wandering around feeling more lost and helpless than I've ever felt in my life. Then I thought of coming here. I just knew...that I needed to come here." He sat down on the edge of the bed. He paused for more coffee. "But when I woke up during the night, I knew something had to be done. I knew there had to be a new beginning for me and Charlie. I wouldn't survive -- he and I wouldn't survive -- unless there were some new beginning. I went through two pots of coffee last night, Chuck -- I won't be able to sleep for days!" He laughed. "There are some changes I want to make," he resumed. He wanted to continue his consulting work, he said, but in a radically revised manner. He thought he could work out of his old home, his mother's house, here in town. There was plenty of room for an office in addition to space for him and Charlie to live. He wanted to work from home and do much less traveling. He had contracts to fulfill, but he didn't necessarily have to be on site all the time -- not even most of the time, he'd decided. He wanted to be with his son, and he wanted Charlie raised in a smaller town, and not in some foreign place. And we spoke about us, the two of us. He said he'd been ignoring the importance of our special relationship from years past. He spoke about love. He spoke freely about the sex we'd had when he was little, and how grateful he was for it -- and for the love it had meant to him. He told me that the only time he had really felt loved after they had moved back to town when he was a boy of seven was when he was with me. And I honestly told him that I loved him as much. And I honestly told him there had been other boys, but no one was like my Tyler. He smiled at that. Finally, we got to the obstacles. He had finally decided to leave little Charlie with his grandmother when he went to Brazil. He would be in the jungle there, and it would be no place for a child. But now, there was no grandmother. So he had assumed the boy would have to go with him though he didn't like the thought of the conditions. The solution seemed obvious to both of us, but I think we were a little hesitant to speak of it. It was a huge commitment. But Tyler was right. He would need to travel at least some, now and then, and, at the age of 29, he was probably only beginning to develop his career. And I was finally the head librarian, settled into the community. At 37, I was still young enough to take the challenge. Finally, I took the plunge. "He can stay with me when you're traveling, Tyler. He's certainly welcome. And I'll certainly do everything I can to keep him happy and give him what he needs. He's your boy, honey, and he deserves the best. I'll do everything I can to take good care of him when you're not here." "You're the best, Chuck. That would be so wonderful." He kissed my cheek. Tyler had grown to be such a sweet and gentle man. "But you know..," I started. How to raise this? "Maybe it's my nature...You know..." He smiled. "I know about how you love little boys, Chuck. Shouldn't I know that?" He laughed quietly. "It's just one of the most wonderful things that ever happened to me, Chuck, the way you loved this little boy." He became more serious then. "It would please me, Chuck, if you could teach my boy the way you taught me. If you could find it in your heart to love him. I know he would be so happy with you. I love you so much. Please love my boy." I assured him that I could not fail to love his boy, the son of my Tyler. We got up for a quick shower so Tyler could go pick Charlie up. But in the bathroom Tyler took my hand and led me into the shower. "Chuck," he said with the grin I love. "I've had a lot of coffee. I need to peepee." The next afternoon, Tyler knocked on the door. I opened it, and he walked in with a beautiful boy, a carbon copy of himself. "This is Charlie," Tyler said proudly. He smiled broadly. "And Charlie, this is Chuck." I shook the little hand he offered to me so solemnly. "Hello," the little voice said quietly. Then, "You're the man daddy says is so special." His daddy and I smiled at each other. "Well, I happen to think your daddy is very special, too, Charlie." He smiled up at me, as shyly as his father had years before. He was wearing a snow-white t-shirt that contrasted with the tan on his smooth arms, and there was a hint of tiny points where his little nipples were. He had a cherubic face -- such a delightful smile. And he wore tight blue shorts that hugged the thighs of his sturdy little legs, reminding me very much of a seven-year-old boy I had known some years before. My heart was pounding. I yearned for the chance to touch this beautiful child of my Tyler. Only my Tyler could have produced such a picture of perfection -- such a gorgeous boy! Just looking at him I could almost feel the smoothness of the skin of his chest. I could almost taste the sweetness of his mouth. I could almost feel his little body encompassed in my arms. And just the thought of what a wonderful boypussy and delightful cocklet this perfect child would have made my cock leak precum in anticipation. But, most of all, he was Charlie. I fell in love with this child of my Tyler, just as I had fallen in love with his father years ago. "I think we can be very good friends, Charlie," I said. "And I have to tell you that you are one of the sweetest-looking seven-year-old boys I've ever met. You're going to become a wonderful man, I just know you are."