Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 19:55:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Wishus Teglin Subject: Why Not Me, Chapter 3 (M/b) Why Not Me? A Boylove Romance Chapter Three by Teglin FOREWORD: Dedicated to the boy who sat apart, ignored by all the men, as they lavished attention and praise on his prettier friend. I've always wondered how he felt, and if I would have done the right thing, had I been there. Copyright 2001 by Teglin. You may freely copy this boylove romance and distribute it. Please have the courtesy not to alter it in any way. WARNING: This boylove romance contains descriptions of sexual acts between men and minor boys. If such a story is illegal where you are, or for your age, or the concept of a man/boy relationship offends you, don't read further. Chapter Three "I can't!" Trav whined, shaking his head. The noodle node rolled from side to side with him, testing the slack on the rigging that Kallen had set up. Kallen knew Trav was getting frustrated. It was hard, what he was asking the boy to learn, but he knew he could do it. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached up to caress Trav's cheek. "Look, honey. All I want you to do right now is familiarize yourself with it. This way you can put the node on just with a voice command and ...." "Why can't I just use voice for everything? Why do I need the node? It's too hard, Kall. I can't do it right," Trav pouted. Kallen had never seen the boy get this frustrated with anything before. He let his hand slip down, and behind his neck, to knead it and hopefully draw some of the tension out. "What good is it, anyway. I can't do anything with this that Tommy doesn't do already. I can't ...." "You'll be able to do all sorts of things Tommy can't do. Tommy's smart, but he can't think like a human," Kallen answered, as he lifted the node from Trav's scalp. The boy's eyes were glistening, and the man figured that tears were not far off. Perhaps it was time to back off a bit. Let the boy rest. "Look, you can take your time with this. There's still time. And as for mastering all this - you can do anything you set your mind to, Trav. Never say `I can't.' Say `I'll try.'" he urged, almost pleading. "You don't know what it's like," the little boy squeaked it out miserably. He was indeed just on the verge of tears. "I can see what I'm supposed to do, but I keep wanting to move my arms and legs, instead of using the simulator, Kall. And what's the use, anyway? They aren't going to have a noodle node where I'm going." "Don't talk like that!" Kall barked, trying to fight back his own tears. It was all too true, and dammit, they were only three jumps out now from Olympus. "We don't know ... what they're going to have there. It might be very high-tech, for all we know," he said, at the same time knowing it was probably not true. "I don't want you just laying in bed all day, when we get there. Doing nothing. We'll get you hooked up with their system, and ...." Kallen fell silent, compressing his lips together tightly, his jaw rigid. "Look," he continued much more quietly, "it's just going to be for a while. Until the adoption goes through. But while you're there, I don't want you feeling like you're helpless." "I will be helpless, without you," Trav answered glumly. He wouldn't even look up at Kallen. They both remained silent for a while. Lost in their mutual dread of being apart. There seemed to be no way out of it, though. Kallen had already applied for the adoption, but there would be in-person interviews, and bureaucratic red-tape to cut through. He also had his shipping schedule to keep, or he'd lose the Ganymede. He was going to have to leave Trav on Olympus. Or kidnap him. At times the kidnapping seemed the more desirable, but they both knew it just wasn't the right way to go about it. Kallen sighed. He reached over and smoothed his boy's hair back from his forehead. Trav closed his eyes, wanting the touch, letting it banish his fears. "Trav, Tommy can do a lot. He can run this ship practically without me. But there's no computer in the known universe that can replicate the workings of a human brain. So you have to help him. Think of this as just a little experiment, for now. And then, when you're back on the ship, after the adoption, you're going to have loads of time to use this. Hey, you'll be piloting the ship before you know it. In the meantime, you have to show Tommy every nuance of your movement, every nervous tic, every gradient, from your body temp to your ... I don't know ... to your eyelash movement! You give him the chance, help him out, and he'll know your brain and your body better than you do. Like he does mine, now. Then you just watch. You'll never think helpless then! You'll ...." "Alright, Kall! Give it a rest!" Trav tried to sound annoyed, but the little smile turning up the corners of his mouth belied that, and told Kallen all that the man needed to know. --------------------------- "I can't ... do it," Kallen said lazily, in between nibbles on Trav's lower lip. Gently he sucked the tender flesh in between his own lips, and tasted the sweet morsel with the tip of his tongue, laving it wetly. "Hnnh," Trav tried to answer. "Ne'er say cainh ... jus say ... `I try'." Deep from his throat, he giggled at his own little joke. The soft gurgle contrasted with the languid, high voices of Kallen's favorite boychoir, playing so quietly and sweetly in the background. Kallen pulled back his head, releasing Trav's lip reluctantly. "Very funny. But I told you that ... for a good reason," he mumbled wryly, trying to look very stern, but certain that he was failing miserably. Trav just giggled again, his eyelids barely open. He was half asleep from exhaustion, Kallen knew, but also fully aware. And very firmly in control! His features were all sagging down sideways, slack and soft, towards the surface of the bed. It was a miracle either of them had the energy to even talk. The boy smiled weakly, then said lazily, "Ok, ok, so you were right about the node. I finally got the hang of it. With Tommy's help." "Yep." "Now all you got to do is try, too. All you got to do is sleep here tonight, on the bed, instead of in the chair." "No, Trav, you kno ...." "That's all I'm asking. You can do that. Try it, you might like it." "Oh yeah, I know very well I'll like it! But we've been over this time after time, Trav. I'm liable to roll over and crush you in my sleep, or something, or ... I don't know ... kick you out of bed during the night, or ...." "Yeah, hardly likely!" Trav laughed even louder. He opened his eyes a bit more. "You kick me out of bed? You're more likely to stab me with that dick of yours!" "You keep me hard like this, and I will stab you again. You want a fourth time?" "Yeaaaaahhhh," Trav moaned dreamily, half-closing his eyes again. "I want you in me aaaaallllll the time." "But it's starting to hurt, Trav," Kallen protested. He stabbed his mid- section forward, causing his dick to slide across Trav's thigh, pressing his rod right in between the boys legs, right below his little ballsac. He brought his free hand up to sift through the curls falling across Trav's brow, then leaned in for another kiss. Even without Trav's little tease, they might lay like this for an hour, just kissing, tasting each other. "Hmmh! It doesn't hurt ... feels so good when you're fucking me back there." "Not you! It's hurting me!. You've kept me hard for ... what? Six hours now? Come on, it's not fair." He took just the end of Trav's little nose between his teeth and bit down softly. "Ouch! But what was that ... that you said ...," Trav chuckled softly. "One of your phrases. `All's fair in love and war!'" "Or blackmail. That's what you're doing, you and Tommy together! Blackmailing me." "You should never have given me that access code, huh?" "Well, I knew you were smart. But I never knew you ... cut that ... out! It tickles!" he exclaimed. Trav had formed a point with the end of his tongue and was flicking it along the top edge of Kallen's upper lip. He drew his head back, lowered his eyebrows sternly, and continued. "I never knew you and and Tommy together would form a conspiracy!" "Yeah, me and Tommy understand each other. He'll keep the feedback laced into the music for as long as I want. He knows exactly which synapses to block. You said he knew your body better than you do yourself, and guess what?" "Yeah, I know, it's true." Kallen felt the hardness of his dick resting so heavily in the pool of cum and ooze on Trav's smooth thigh. They lay facing each other, wanting to maintain the closeness, but both laying exhausted from their love- making. Kallen's dick had slid easily from Trav's loosened ring of muscle - spent, but not allowed to soften, after their third fuck of the evening. Trav was insatiable, and his slender body, his sleek lines, were like an aphrodisiac, giving his man seemingly infinite staying power, but that wasn't the reason Kallen's dick stayed stiff, steel-like, feeling like it might burst from it's own tightened skin. The past six hours was like sweet torture now - Kallen felt every raw nerve ending in his abused penis. The merest scrape of his glans across Trav's silken skin sent sensations shrieking along his reddened, swollen shaft. The pilot had never before felt so completely satiated, yet at the same time his unrelenting erection demanded another release, demanded to feel the suctioning warmth within Trav's bowels, demanded to pump and pump a man's life-giving seed into his boy's body! "Haha," Trav laughed. There was an edge to his already gravelly chuckle. "Another of your pet phrases - turnabout is fair play! You wanted Tommy to know every molecule of my body. You didn't think I'd figure out what he knows about you too?" "Hmmh, I guess I should have," Kallen offered a weak smile, remembering that this was the same boy who could calculate the seasons in his mind, based upon the position of Portal's satellites in it's sky. "I should have put up a firewall around the command modules, anyway. Dang. You really need to drop that lockout. If we have an emergency, I'll need full access to Tommy's modules." "Oh, we thought of that. If we get a situation red, or even a yellow, you'll have command override." "And until then?" "Until then," Trav smirked, and raised his brows slyly, "Tommy and me are going to make sure you do as we say. You never should have used such an obvious password, Kall. `Robbie?' That was the first thing I though of." Kallen suddenly opened his eyes fully, meeting Trav's triumphant gaze, showing his sudden hurt. "I'm sorry, Kall," Trav rasped, just above a whisper. "Of course it was an obvious password. I didn't mean it bad, Kall. It was just ... just I knew you loved ... love him so much, and ...." "Yeah? Well ... they always say to make passwords something you could never forget, so .... hey, don't worry about it. Actually, you're right, I shouldn't have used something so obvious. Anyway ... you two think you have me all bottled up, but I could always get out the tools, dig into Tommy's core, and get everything back that way," Kallen rejoined defiantly. "Sure, but Tommy figures you're too lazy to do that! Haha. The look on your face tells me he's right. So. You going to spend the night with me, in bed? Resting? Or on that old chair, with a hardon that won't quit!?" "Ohhhh ... alright, how about ... in bed with you. With a hardon that won't quit!" Kallen couldn't help but feel proud of the boy. They lay silent then for long moments, breathing the same air, tasting each other, for the moment totally happy to be as one, together, in thought and spirit, just as they had joined so many times in the last days physically. Finally Kallen muttered softly, "You done good, Trav. I knew you would. I figure you can do just about anything you set your mind too. There's noth....." "Yeah," Trav interrupted, his voice laden with sarcasm. "Anything I set my MIND to. It's not like I could use my BODY for anything useful." Kallen knew there was just a hair's breadth of difference between the sarcasm, and bitterness and despair. He didn't want his boy to go there now. He leaned forward, wrapped his arm around Trav's shoulders, drawing the boy closer. They both closed their eyes as their lips met once again, and opened once again - as their tongues joined in silent explore ... once again .... ----------------------------------- The glaring, flashing strobe of the red-alert painted splashes of blood across their flesh. It was bad enough to be awakened from deep sleep by the raucous, squawking blare of the alert claxon itself, but to open your eyes to a wash of red was just plain frightening. Kallen saw it in Trav's eyes immediately. If the boy could have done it, he would have rolled bodily into Kallen's arms and held on for dear life. Since he couldn't, Kallen did it for him. Trav was still immobile, laying upon his side, his upper leg still drawn up, his thigh almost paralleling his tummy - just as he had been when he rested it on Kallen's hip as they fucked deep into the night. During their sleep, Kallen had fallen away, onto his back. He quickly grasped the boy's calf, where it still lingered across his lover's stomach, and pulled, sliding his hand up Trav's leg, past his butt, to brace it behind the small of the boy's back. Roughly he pulled Trav into his embrace. He met the boy's terrified gaze with a steady, wide-open gaze, and said calmly but firmly, "We're going to be ok, Trav. Now I'm going to get up. You lay back, get the noodle node on, and you can follow everything. Trust me, we're going to be ok." No time to waste. He just as firmly pushed Trav back onto his back, and then leaped off the bed. "Tommy. What's up?" he said. He didn't even bother to grab for his clothes, but headed straight for the console at his desk. "Data on screen. Post jump check shows the main port muzzle out of alignment. Realignment has failed." "Damn. I knew I couldn't trust that new outfit to pack fuel." "What's the variance on track?" "Minimal. Still on schedule, with correction. You will have to manually realign the muzzle before the next jump." "Cut the red alert, Tommy! Damnit. Why did you do that?!" Kallen cursed his computerized counterpart. Muzzle alignments weren't so uncommon that they warranted going red. "You wouldn't wake up, Kallen. You and Trav made love till late in the morning, and the next jump is due at the next bell. I tried talking, I even tried a yellow alert. But you wouldn't wake up, so I ...." "Alright, alright, I get the picture." Kallen mumbled. "I'm awake now. So I go outside. Ok." He flopped down heavily into his desk chair, and swiveled to face Trav. "Sorry about that, honey. It's no big deal. This isn't the first time I've had to go out and do a manual realign. Just the timing of it ... and all ... ok?" he breathed in deeply and loudly, trying to calm his own adrenaline rush, then stood up and walked over to the bed and took Trav's hand in his. "Look, I'm going to have to rush on this one. We don't want to delay the jump, but that's a possibility. Tommy knew I'd rather go out and rig the muzzle back into place. So, look, just lower the node whenever you want to, and you can watch the whole thing." "Oh, ok, Kall," Trav said meekly, still a bit stunned, but trying to soak in Kallen's calm, trying to accept his words, against the awful reality of that red glare and the blaring horn. "Ok, now, I'll see you in a bit." Kallen started edging away from the bed. He could see that his urgency wasn't helping with the shock, now giving way to worry, that was etched in every feature of Trav's face. Uh ... check me in the airlock chamber. We'll talk while I get ready, ok? I'm serious, Trav. This is nothing out of the ordinary. Me and Tommy have been through this before." The pilot rushed out of the room, still waving. Trav took a moment to catch his own breath, then looked up above his head at the noodlenode poised there, just awaiting his command to lower itself and hook the boy into every data path that existed in the gargantuan cargo ship. Somehow even the closeness he had developed with Tommy didn't reassure him. "If this is nothing out of the ordinary," he grumbled. "why did he have to rush out so fast?" "The situation is urgent, and requires that Kallen ...." Trav interrupted Tommy's antiseptic response rudely, "Just ... be quiet for a moment, Tommy. I didn't need an answer." ----------------------------------- Kallen bound down the corridors to the airlock. He hated lying to Trav, but in fact, he didn't know if it really was a lie. A muzzle out of alignment could be an easy fix. On the other hand, there could be collateral damage from the original blast that the sensors just didn't pick up. The airlock door slid open smoothly to his touch on the control panel, and he stepped inside. "Hey Trav, are you online yet?" "Sure am, Kall," came the disembodied but oh so familiar voice of his little lover over the intercom. "Alright, now I'm going to have to suit up. The helmet comm is bad, so I'll be cut off after that. Just watch me on the vid. I should be back in no time at all. And don't worry. I've been out like this a hundred times. I'll get the muzzle track repaired, or manually crank it back into alignment." "Ok." Kallen thought he heard a slight tremulo in Trav's voice. He slammed the pad of his fist against the bulkhead and almost cursed out loud. "Wh ... why did you do that, Kall?" "Ah ... just nothing, Trav, I ...," Kallen wanted to kick himself. Of course Trav could see every move he made. "hey, we were having a good sleep, after some GREAT sex! And now I have to go out on the hull. No biggie." "Wish there was something I can do. I feel so useless here lying in bed, while you have to go outside and work." "Well, that's my job, honey. Me pilot, you passenger. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy the show, ok? I'll be back in before you know it." "Yeah, but if I could walk, I could be there with you, and ...." "And what, hand me tools? Yeah, I know you'd be right here by my side. But then, who would watch over Tommy!" "Kaaauaaall!" Trav said in exasperation. "I'm sorry. I know you want to help. Look, you're doing just fine. We ... just have to learn how to deal with your ... situation ... ok? Gotta let me do something, ok?" "Ok," Trav conceded reluctantly. "Good. Now ... alright, I'm going to put on the helmet now. Hand signals from now on, ok? "Sure. Ok. Uh, see ya, Kall," Trav said quietly. "Love ya, Little Traveler," Kallen held off on closing the visor. Somehow he just felt the need to hear it. "Love you too, Kall. Always will." Came the boy's raspy little voice. "Want you!" Kallen called out, then slid the visor down. The rushing hiss of the sealant drowned out any sound from the intercom, even if he could have heard it. He walked to the control panel, and punched the `EVAC' button. The pressure gauge started falling immediately. Silently he cursed himself again. He'd grown ... lazy? No, not lazy ... inattentive, was the word. Inattentive to his duties on board. This comm unit should have been repaired long ago. And now that he thought of it, this airlock unit - the valve gave false readings sometimes. Dang, he should have fixed that too. ------------------------- Trav whiled away the long moments going from camera to camera, watching Kallen's egress, his walk down the hull towards the big engines, the way he cranked the huge muzzle back into alignment, and then his slow trudge back towards the airlock. All the while he kept silent. Morose. He and Tommy had become good friends ... well, as good friends as one could be with someone, or something, as literal as a computer. Not a lot of emotion there. Like when he had told Tommy to be quiet just a bit ago. Of course it didn't `hurt' the computer, but somehow it hurt the little boy. Oh, he knew very well what was bothering him. It was just ... being helpless all the time. Useless! That was the word. Useless. Not even Kall, as much as he tried, could understand how it felt to be totally, utterly useless. Yeah, and helpless. So what! He could use voice commands to lower the noodle node now, and hook up to the ship's systems. He and Tommy could team up and play tricks on Kallen ... yeah, big deal. Trav wanted to be with Kallen for always! He wanted that adoption they talked about, so much! But now, watching his lover outside there, working, walking, lifting ... living! What could he do? Yeah, yeah, he felt the tears coming on now. Yeah, he was good at that! Crying. Laying here on the bed crying. The rest of the universe was living, but Trevor Seaman was going to spend the rest of his life ... no, the rest of his existence, laying on a bed. Dangit, he couldn't even wipe his own tears away!!! If it weren't for Kallen, he'd find a way to ... "Kallen! I need you. Come back inside and hold me, Kall!" the boy moaned the words loudly. They seemed to reverberate in his ears, as if he were in a metal chamber. A metal prison. Through the tears the images blurred, but he kept scanning them. Kallen outside, picking one heavy foot up after another, walking the hull. Stopping here and there, to look at a panel or a jet, fiddling with one or the other, then moving on. The airlock chamber, empty, silent, waiting, barren ... `hmmph, a lot like myself,' Trav thought. Suddenly he shook his head, trying to clear his vision. Something about the ... airlock chamber ... something was .... He shook his head again, trying to concentrate. Analyze. Usually when he sensed something, saw something, he could trust himself. Ok, that was one good thing about him. He could think. So, what was it that bugged him abou ... there it was! How odd. Oh. So, what's the big deal, that suit hanging on the wall, in the airlock chamber. A loose pocket flap was ... flapping ... moving ... So ... what? He shook his head yet again, and blinked his eyes, clearing them. It was more to clear his thinking than his vision, though. His eyes told him quite clearly that he was looking through the camera lens in the airlock, at a quite empty chamber, with one extra egress suit hanging on the wall. It's helmet hanging next to it. Arms, legs ... dangling. Body caved in unnaturally - no human to swell it, and to bring it to life - to wave those gloves attached to the wrist bands ... nothing to cause that pocked flap to lift and fall, seemingly at random intervals, maddeningly, purposely ... nothing but the air, the ventilation fan, the .... A cold sweat seeped from his flesh, as he realized what he was seeing. Air! There was air in the airlock chamber!!! And he had watched too! Kallen had not hit the pressurize control. The chamber was supposed to be in vacuum! Kallen had sealed the door. He had then turned and planted his foot for the walk towards the engines. The airlock was supposed to be in vacuum! "Tommy! Check the airlock. Why is it ... the gauge says it's -it's-it's .... "The airlock gauge reads negative prime, Trav," Tommy's almost toneless voice answered calmly. "What does that mean?" "It means the chamber has been evacuated, for egress." "But it hasn't, Tommy. Look, there's got to be air in there. Look at that spacesuit. The pocket flap! See, it's moving!" "Pressure log shows that the airlock chamber was evacuated at 0432.23 bells per Kallen's manual control. There's no air in the airlock chamber, Trav." "Yes there is!" "No, the pressure gauge clearly shows a negative pri ...." "Just ... check it, Tommy! Please!" Trav glanced at his view of Kallen. The pilot was getting closer to the airlock door every passing.second. It wasn't just the cold sweat that chilled the boy. He sensed impending disaster. Kallen was going to get hurt, if he tried to open that door with pressure behind it! "All sensor readings are normal, Trav. The gauge shows negative prime. There is no air in the airlock chamber." "But there is, To ... look, just ... ok, do an ... what do you call it? Do a vacuum, or ... an evac of the chamber! Now! See what the gauge says then. Come on, Tommy, we don't have any time to waste!" Trav said. Another glance showed that Kallen was just steps away from the airlock hatch. "That will require a command override, Trav. Please sequence that." "I ... Tommy! You know I don't know the password anymore! Not after what we did to Kallen last night! Just do it, Tommy. You have to, or Kallen's going to get hurt out there!" "Trav, I have done a complete system check while we're talking, and there's nothing to indicate a malfunction in the airlock, the airlock gauge, or any other ship system at the present mom ...." "Oh forget it! Alright, the command override. Oh shit, what would he have made it now? Would he have changed it?" Trav asked himself, reasoning outloud. "The command override password was changed at 0185.42 bells, when you ordered me to cease the feedback in the music, so Kallen could lose his erection. At that point you gave hi ..... "Yeah, yeah, I remember. But I didn't realize he had made a new one. Maybe he ... initiating command override password `Robbie', Tommy. Now re ... re-whatever, the airlock, and .... "Invalid command override, Trav." Came Tommy's passionless response. "What would it be, then? Give me a hint, Tommy," Trav pleaded hopelessly, knowing that the computer would have no authority to do that. "Unauthorized access to ...." "Alright, alright," Trav cut his erstwhile digital companion off. He didn't even feel anger. This was just the way things were. Tommy could no more break programming than he himself could get up out of this bed, run to the airlock chamber, and evacuate it himself. "What would it be?" he wracked his brain. Inside the noodle node, he closed his eyes, concentrating, blocking out the sight of Kallen. The man was already at the door, and if he tried to open it .... ---------------------------- Of all the ways to die, running out of oxygen, clamped to the outside hull of Ganymede like a frozen Popsicle, was not high on Kallen's list. Yet that was exactly the fate that stared him in the face after he stepped up onto the hatch platform. As he examined the airlock chamber readout, a few simple facts were immediately and painfully apparent: The hatch had pressure behind it, he couldn't do a manual evac, because the goddamned pressure gauge needed to be cycled again, and he couldn't get to Tommy to do the cycle! For a moment he stood there, his fingers fumbling with the controls, while his thoughts wandered inside, to his cabin, where a little boy lay even now, all alone, probably watching him. He wracked his brain. How could he communicate to Trav and Tommie? Hand signals, he had told Trav. Yeah. What's the hand signal for, `I'm running out of air, please jump off that bed and fix that pressure gauge!?" How about tapping on the hull? How long would it take for them to figure that out!? He fought the urge to panic. It just wouldn't do to give in, now, but even while he tried to calm himself, tried to focus on some way around this problem, it was like his alter-ego was dancing along that other path - he couldn't open the hatch, he couldn't communicate with Tommy or Trav, his oxygen supply was running low - if he died, Trav was going to be all alone .... The ship would make it to Olympus. Tommy could handle that. But, oh God, what then?! What would become of his little boy?! Dammit, they had only had 30 days together. What was there in those 30 days that would stay with Trav? Was there anything in that brief time together that would help sustain him? Did he truly understand his own self-worth? Was he convinced, even now, that he could be - WAS - the rightful center of all the universe!? Kallen let his helmeted head slump forward, till it struck the hard shell of the ship's hull. He had been a teacher to Trav ... and a friend. A Father ... and a lover ... all too briefly. Now, did he have to say a silent goodbye, and watch his boy disappear into an unknown future? Like a teacher, he had tried to impart a few truths, tried to pass on a few tools ... like a foster father, he had wiped someone else's kid's butt, fed him, clothed him, taught him what it felt like to indeed become the center of one man's universe ... and now he shared the fate of all teachers and fathers - always wondering, had he done enough? As a lover, had he taught Trav to believe in himself? Feeling his own life-force drained, in despair, Kallen did not even have the strength to lift his helmet off the hull. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine his boy - just a few strides through this airlock, then down two corridors, to his own cabin, then just a couple more steps to the bedside, where he could gather that center of his universe into his arms .... ---------------------------- Trav felt his heart literally rev down into a kind of slow motion, as if the pressure in his own veins were evacuated. All sorts of thoughts flitted through his mind instantly. What was it going to be like onboard this ship, with Kallen gone? He faced the thought, and dismissed it. Unworthy! Find that password! It didn't matter what happened to him, anyway, without Kallen. What would life itself ... be like? Without Kallen? Just ... just think! What could that new password be? It seemed as if even his thoughts were in slow motion suddenly. What would Kallen feel, when the airlock hatch burst out, exploding out on it's hinges? Would he have time to think? Would he think ... about ... his boy? His boy. The very bottom dropped out of Trav's stomach. Was it possible? Was he important enough to Kallen? `Some men love boys. Did you know that?' he broke the silence right on cue, just when Kallen was ripping off his diaper. "Uh ...yeah, kid, I'm listening. "My Dad is a boylover. I don't think he ever loved me, though." "You're his son, kid. Of course he loves you," So ... why NOT ME!? "Tell me, Kall," Trav whispered. "Tell you ... what ... dearest?" "Tell me ... what you see ... here ... that's beautiful ...." "Before the very majesty of the heavens, Little Traveler, I tell you that in my eyes, you are the most beautiful wonder in this universe! I pray that you will always see yourself as I see you." Now, as the door hit him, would Kall think of ... his boy? Had he cared enough for THIS boy, to .... Please Kallen, this is for everything. Please let it be true. "Tommy, command override password ... Trav!" the little boy felt his heart flutter, resuming it's beat, even as he uttered the words. Then just as suddenly the void again ... "Invalid command override." "Command override password ... Traveler!" "Invalid command ove..." "Command override password Little Traveler!" Trav gulped, gasping for air, trying to keep from fainting . The fear, the hurt, deep in his chest - he was having trouble even breathing. "Invalid com ..." "NO!" he screamed into the suffocating hood of the noodle node, shaking his head violently, tears starting to stream down his cheeks. `No of course not, he could never love me like he did Robbie, anyway - how stupid of me to think that he would use my name like he used Robbie's ....' My name. The unwanted one. The useless, ugly one! Trav. Little Traveler. Trevor. Trevor Seaman. "Tommy!" he called out, begging now, his always rasping voice now breaking in anguish, knowing that if this failed, not only would he be unable to save Kallen, but he would know with absolute finality what his place in the man's heart was. "Command override password Trevor!" "Hahaha, Little Traveler! Bet that took you a while! Did you think I was going to make it easy on you this time, after what you and Tommy di ...." Even as he heard Kallen's recorded voice, smug and content with his little joke - even as his heart started beating, thumping, again - even as he breathed in the air again, feeling life and hope return to his being once again - even as he realized, with final and complete certainty that he was truly Kallen's boy - Trav opened his eyes, saw Kallen punching on the keys of the control panel next to the airlock hatch, and so very calmly intoned, "Tommy! Emergency evacuation of the airlock chamber! Now! And ... and ... lock that hatch! Now! Until you get the airlock clear. Then unlock it again." And then, even as he watched, the suit hanging in the airlock chamber suddenly went even more limp, the pocket flap lay still ... ... and he knew that He, the useless, hopeless, helpless vegetable laying motionless on his man's bed, had saved HIS man's life. ----------------------------- Just those few strides into the airlock ... Kallen engaged the primer, and in the same fluid motion reached for his helmet ... hatch secure, a rush of air, green on the gauge - RECYCLE, DAMMIT! - yes! Still green ... the pilot quickly stripped the helmet off ... "Trav! I ... I'm ..." The words wouldn't come out, not before the tears, anyway. "Kallen!" His boy's voice, so high, and broken too, coarse with the moment that they had both been through ... he ripped open the suit and stepped out of it ... "the door ... Tommy ... open for entry" ... running down the corridor, leveraging himself against the corner, leaping into the next passageway, a moan of desperate longing welling in his throat ... "Trav ... I'm ..." choking again, impossible to get the words out ... running right up to his own cabin door, and falling against it, spread-eagled, arms and legs outstretched, bracing himself, gathering strength, drawing a deep breath so he CAN get the words out .... Just a couple more steps to the bedside, where he could gather that center of his universe into his arms .... "Tommy. Prepare for calibration. I'll be ther ... we'll be there in a minute," Kallen spoke, head canted down, staring at the door as if he could see through it. "Start the checklist." "Yes, Kallen," Tommy answered, his little boy's voice just as calm and steady as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Yes, the computer's personality lacked that human quality of emotion, but then at times like this, sometimes real humans should be grateful for that. "And Tommy. Thanks for saving my life, out there." Kallen knew it was unnecessary to offer his long-time digital companion any thanks, not the least because the computer wouldn't have a clue how to appreciate it - just another of those things that a human had to do, to set things right. "I'm sorry, Kallen, but I cannot accept your thanks. It was Trav who discovered the false reading on the airlock pressure gauge. I am running failsafes right now on all systems, to complete the incident report." "Trav who ... you mean, you're not the one who purged the lock?" "Trav provided a command override, then ordered the purge to negative prime, Kallen." The pilot gripped the door frame and shook his head in astonishment, standing wide-eyed. He slapped the door panel then, and waited there in stunned amazement, as the door slid open, and his eyes found Trav's immediately. "Trav!" he called out, sounding like a wounded animal, feeling a desperation to grasp and hold his boy, feeling a need to feel his own personal little life-giver's body melding with his own. --------------------------- "I guess this teaches you a lesson, huh," Kallen said, as he turned back to face Trav, and leaned against the wall panel. He took a deep breath and let his shoulders slump. Everything checked out perfectly, the calibration was done, and they were ready for the next jump. Finally he could lean back and rest. Finally he could give in to this overwhelming sense of amazement... Trav had actually saved his life! Saved both their lives, perhaps. Slowly he let himself slide down the wall, feeling the cold of the plexi paneling against his bare flesh, till he felt his butt hit the floor. "What lesson?" Trav responded. He looked so tiny and cute there in the captain's chair, backlit by a sweeping panorama of the heavens - dark, cold, distant, and infinitely vast, by contrast. His blanket had fallen away, revealing the seeming fragility of his slender body. Fragile, tender, delicate - from the auburn ringlets that crowned his head, to the narrow shoulders and sunken chest, that Kallen would only touch with the gentlest of caresses, to his little boy's penis, laying limp upon the velveteen cussion of his pearl-like testicles, to his slender, long legs that seemed to go on forever, to his little feet that were now as soft as the skin of his bottom. Yes ... fragile, tender, delicate ... yet capable of a herculean feat. Kallen had rushed to bring Trav to the cockpit, swiveling the chair as he deposited Trav there rather unceremonially, so he could watch Kallen go through the calibration checklist with Tommy. His butt had slipped forward in the much too large chair, his arms dangling at his sides awkwardly, his legs almost touching the floor. One more inch or two, and he'd slide right off the chair onto the hard floor. "What we were talking about earlier, that you can do most anything you set your mind to," Kallen said, as he leaned forward onto his bare knees and crawled quickly to Trav's side. He placed his broad palms on Trav's hips, and lifted and pushed him back, more upright, into the seat. Trav templed his brow, and raised the right corner of his lips in that self- deprecating, quirky way of his. Then he just smiled, finally willing to accept the compliment. "Yeah, I guess .... Well, I guess I got lucky ... I finally thought of that password!" He tried to look angry and stern, but he just couldn't wipe the smile from his lips. "Haha, well, I couldn't make it easy on you, after what you and Tommy did to me." Kallen sat back on his haunches, his hands resting palms-down upon his thighs, and had to look up a bit, to meet Trav's gaze.. He shook his head slowly from side to side, his eyes still wide with the wonder of what his boy had done. "All I can say is ... well ... thanks, Trav." They remained like that for a moment, exchanging silent tribute and acceptance. Kallen could see in his little boy's eyes just how truly proud he was of himself. How truly happy he was, at this moment. Trav drew in a deep breath, through his nostrils, and then let out a huge sigh of contentment and satisfaction. The pilot reached out and tweaked the toes of Trav's dangling feet. "Now that password shouldn't have been all that hard to figure out. Who or what else would I choose?" "Yeah, well ... I didn't know, and ...," Trav lowered his eyes shyly, and blushed. He hurried on, to mask it, like he had always done, "well, Tommy wasn't much help, for a change. I was just surprised that he was so ... rigid, in his thinking." "That's just the trouble. Never has been a computer that really thinks, and maybe there never will be. They can only do what humans can program and build into them, and I don't know if there is any human anywhere who fully understands how we think." "So I had to do his thinking for him. He just wouldn't accept the evidence right before our eyes, that the airlock still had air in it." "Right before YOUR eyes. Remember Tommy has to rely on readouts. Even if he could scan the video, could he interpret it like a human?" "It feels good, Kall, deep inside me, knowing what I did. But it still hurts, you know, that ... I'll never be able to do it all. Things you can do, that any other human can do." "Like what, Little Traveler?" the man asked, all the while knowing that the answer was obvious. The boy looked up, over Kallen's head, staring at nothing in particular. Finally, he turned his head, so that he could look out into the starlit darkness of space. From just as far away, Kallen barely heard , in Trav's weakest voice, "Oh ... like ... to hold you. To just ... put my arms around you ... to ... just to touch you, Kall." Of all the things Kallen had expected, that was the last. To do a spacewalk, to pilot the ship, to ... cook supper ... anything but something as simple as touching! "But ... what do you call what we've been doing, honey? We kiss, we make love ... you practically wore me out last night!" "Its you, doing everything to me, Kall, can't you see that?" Trav implored, turning his head back, almost beseeching, his eyes piercing, almost probing Kallen's, his brows knit into furrows. "Sometimes I want to be able to reach out ... I ... I want to make love TO you, not just with you." "Trav, Trav!" Kallen almost groaned it in response, as he got upright on his knees beside the boy's chair. He brushed the little boy's brow, with the three middle fingers of his hand, and lifted the straggling curls away, looking into those hazel brown eyes. "I didn't know ... you felt ...," he stopped, not knowing how to continue. For a moment he felt lost. He pressed his lips together, in chagrin, and sat back on his heels again, letting his hands slide down Trav's body, gliding over the contours of his shoulders, down along his arms, till each of his fingers made contact with Trav's. Gently, he slipped his thumbs beneath Trav's fingers, and pressed into the pads of the boy's fingers, holding onto him, not wanting to lose contact. He wanted so much to convince the boy that the two of them together made a team now, that the two of them were better, stronger, MORE, than either of them alone. That acting together, they could do anything. He thought the incident with the airlock would have convinced the boy. Obviously it just wasn't enough. They just sat there then, Trav looking down at him, his lips resting flat, in an expressionless straight line, so unlike his eyes, which seemed to say, `I'm resigned to this fate. There's nothing that can be done.' Kallen returned his gaze, wanting to infuse into the little boy some measure of his own determination and belief. "Trav, believe me, I honestly do understand, at least a little bit, how you must feel. You can't move your arms or your legs, your fingers or toes, you can't turn or twist or bend, or ... but I can do those things, honey. We have to ... start thinking like ... kinda like we're no longer two different people, Trav. More like we're one ... person or ... whatever kind of creature you want to call us. Joined at the hip, they used to say, but you and me, we're joined ... Trav! Trav!" Kallen suddenly interjected, excitedly. "Did you ever hear of a guide dog?" "Yeah, sure, for blind people," Trav answered disinterestedly. "What abou ...." "Exactly! What I hear is that a ... a person with a guide dog ... well, that person is still human and everything ... yeah, and the dog is still just a dog, but ... it's like they develop a bond between them, Trav. They start to depend on each other, to live for each other, to BE a part of the other. You see what I mean?" "Yeah, I think so." "Let me be your guide dog, Trav! Your guide arm, or guide leg ... No! That's not it. I don't want to be your eyes - you have eyes. I don't want to be your touch - you have touch. Or your arms, or legs - you have those. I want to be the silent, perpetual motion motor within you, Trav! To be directed where you will, when you will. You provide the spirit, the will, the direction. Together we'll ... we'll either travel the stars, or bring them to us!" "You know I want that too, Kall," Trav shook his head slowly, "but ... I don't think you can really understand ... sometimes it's not the stars I want!" "What more can I give, sweet? Just tell me, and if I can do it, it's yours." "What if I just want to touch you? Feel you? Of my own free will!" Kallen straightened again, to his full height on his knees, bringing his body up to match the height of Trav in his chair. He inched forward, till he felt Trav's bony little knees pressing into his own thighs. Looking deep into the boy's eyes, challenging him, pleading with him, he lifted those little hands in his, and brought Trav's fingertips to his manly chest, letting his thumbs slide out from underneath them, so that he could cup Trav's fingers against flesh of his chest. "Touch me, dearest one," he pleaded softly, almost whispering. "Feel me." Slowly he moved Trav's fingers against his chest, letting the boy feel the firmness of his pectorals, letting his finger tips glide over and around the soft, wiry hair, letting them slide to the sides, to stroke the softer, pliant flesh of his aureole. He slowly, gently placed his index fingers behind Trav's thumbs, then placed his own thumbs behind Trav's first fingers, and made him pinch his already standing nipples, feeling them harden even more. The touch sent bolts into the man's chest, and down, deep down, all the way to his groin. He felt himself growing hard, and looked down at his penis, already taking shape, stretching the fabric of his white shorts. He looked up again, signaling Trav with a nod of his head, and a lowering of his eyes, to look down also. "Do you see what your touch does to me, Little Traveler? Do you think I could do that with my own fingers? Ohhh!" he gasped out, and jerked his head back, as he pressed Trav's thumb and finger together, to pinch his nipples even harder, and then to pull on them. He struggled to breath in, and then lowered his gaze back to Trav's. "You're ... breathing hard too, Trav. And I can see what you feel in your eyes. Not my hands ... but yours! Not my spirit, but yours! Do you ... do you want to touch me ... in other places?" "Yesss!" Trav whispered his sibilant answer. Kallen watched as the boy's eyes roamed all over his man's body. Seeking the lines of his burgeoning, hardening penis, his dick head flattened against the nearly transparent fabric of the undies - then up to his nipples, where his own little boy fingers still molded to the man's erect nipples, then up again, till their eyes met again in affirmation. "Yes, I do want to ... feel you, Kall. I want to make love TO you." "And so you shall, dearest. Here?" "Yes." "Now?" Yes!" "And so it will be." Trav's eyes roamed over Kallen's body hungrily again, finally stopping at the sight of the man's shaft, stretching out so tightly underneath the white fabric imprisoning it. There was a wet stain there already, where Kallen's glans was smashed flat underneath the fabric, the reddish slit at the tip just barely visible through the now translucent garment. Not even raising his head, Trav commanded, "Stand up, Kall." The pilot, master of his own inter-stellar ship, captain of his own little universe, rose at the command, feeling the honor of it to the very core of his being. He gently lowered Trav's hands back down onto the chair, then slowly straightened up to his full height, bringing his hands to his hips, with his mighty tool thrust out just at Trav's eye-level. He felt as hard as he had ever been, and knew that the boy could see the long outline of his rod molding the cloth of the underwear, with the bulge of his sperm-filled testicles below. As he straightened, the half-covered head of his dick pushed out the elastic band of the undies, and poked up, glistening and red, where the band pulled his foreskin down. "Pull your undies down, Kall." Kallen started to insert his thumbs inside the elastic immediately, but Trav stopped him, loudly, "No! I want to do it! Would you ... hel ... help me to pull them down?" The man sucked in his breath in surprise, overjoyed that Trav was joining with him, that he did understand, that they could indeed act as one! Again he bent to take Trav's hands in his. He slipped his bigger hands beneath Trav's, like gloves, sliding forward, so that his fingertips were beneath Trav's wrists. Then he lifted them, almost ceremonially, as if he were holding something infinitely precious. He brought the boys hands to his own hips, cupping the little palms and fingers against the elastic fabric of his shorts. Trav's arms were outstretched, bending of their own dead weight at the elbows, but he showed no sign of discomfort. Carefully, not wanting the weight of those dangling arms to pull upon the boys fragile wrists, Kallen kept his fingers extended, to support them. Just as gently, he used his thumbs to press Trav's thumbs down, inside the elastic. "You tell me how, and when," he said. "I want to pull them down slowly, and watch your dick fall out, Kall. It's so huge!" Trav's eyes were big, and he stared straight at the man's dickhead, where it peeked up above the waistline of the undies. As Kallen watched, he saw Trav extend his tongue, and unconsciously wet his lips. He wondered if that was in anticipation. "Pull ... I mean, let's pull them down now, Kall." The little boy leaned his head forward. If only he could have, he would have leaned his whole body into the man's. He seemed transfixed on the lines of Kallen's erection. Kallen did as he was told, and guided Trav's hands down, down, slowly revealing the curls of his own golden-covered pubic mound, behind the shaft of his penis. His dick levered down and down, along with the shorts, lowering, it's slitted head falling to point more and more directly right at Trav. The man pressed the little boy's hands into the fabric of his shorts, letting him feel the slide downwards against the flesh of his hips and thighs. They both stopped, with the undies lodged halfway down the man's thighs. His manhood, his swaying balls, looked massive before the little figure of the boy. "I smell it ... you ... Kall. It smells so ... oh, I can't describe it! You know, hot, and ... like it's a ... private smell, just special for me, and you, to smell!" "Yes! It's the same way you smell down there, Trav. I love it. I sometimes wish I could drink that smell, and let it wash over me like a liquid, and drown in it." "Yeah! "I have another private smell, Trav. The same, but still ... different, somehow. So do you. When we fuck. Do you ...." "What is it, Kall?" Trav asked, letting his eyes flit upwards for just a second, to meet Kallen's downward gaze. "Oh! There! Yeah ... Kall?" "Yes, sweet." "I want to touch you there too, and then smell that too, on my hands. Then I want to draw you in to me, Kall, and I want you to wash that smell all over my face, and into my mouth, and ... I want to suck you, Kall ...," Trav's voice became guttural, ending in a near whisper, giving in to his desires, daring now to direct his man, his co-spirit, to bend to his will. Kallen shifted forward a bit, stepping into the boy, separating his towering legs, so that he could actually step over Trav's knees, and straddle him. The movement brought his jutting dick just inches away from Trav's lips. A drop of his precum dangled, then fell, to wet Trav's chest. "Oh my god!" Trav said, his eyes almost crossing as he focussed on the bulging, reddened dick head. "I want to draw the skin back on your dick too! And jack you off, Kall! And swallow your cum, and ...." "Your will is my command, Little Traveler!" Kallen smiled. He pulled both of Trav's hands back along the curve of his buttocks, flattening the boys hands even more, so he could feel the smoothness of his man's bottom. As if Trav were pulling him even farther forward, he pushed his pelvis forward, letting the head of his dick brush along Trav's right cheek, smearing his precum there." "Unnnnhhh," he moaned, at the same instant that Trav leaned his head into the hot flesh of the dick. The shaft slid along his cheek, just grazing the corners of his lips. Trav turned his head slightly, and kissed the shaft, tasting it, wetting it in turn. Kallen swiveled his hands upon Trav's, and with his fingers pushed Trav's into his butt crack, then grasped them, and started sliding them up and down the crack slowly, deeper, ever lower, till he felt the boy's fingers just graze his most private spot. "I never ... touched you there, Kall ...." Trav whispered in amazement. "No, but now you can, Trav. From now on, you'll be able to touch whatever you want. Do whatever you want. We'll do that, together." "Yeah! "Now take me as part of you, Trav. Let my body become yours ...," Kallen intoned, as he brought the boy's hands back out from behind him, cupping them in his own big hands again, and lifted Trav's finger tips to the little boys nose. His jutting dick lodged right there, held between Trav's two hands, while the boy breathed in willingly, and deeply, sucking in the air, drawing it deep into his lungs. Trav closed his eyes, looking like the waves of Kallen's scent were making him faint. A small smile formed on his lips, a smile of pure enchantment. The smooth lines of his brow showed that he was accepting the waves of man-scent gladly, willingly, wanting them as much as Kallen wanted to reveal them. "Heaven. Pure heaven, Kall ...." Trav said dreamily. His head lolled back, then in a circle, as if he were dizzy with the euphoria of their joining. Seeing his boy's reaction forced adrenaline through Kallen's body - he felt mighty! Powerful! Capable of any feat in the universe, if he could so capture the love of this little boy! His dick was ramrod stiff, straining, feeling like it's swelling hardness would burst the soft skin covering it. Again he surged forward, letting his dick hit Trav's lips, forcing them apart, smearing his seminal fluid on the little boy's two front teeth, those rabbit teeth, that were now so dear to the man. "Ahh .. wan na ... hol ih!" Trav moaned, meeting the thrust of Kallen's tool, pushing against it, wrapping his lips around the fiery red glans, but keeping his teeth closed. Kallen quickly lowered Trav's left hand, to let it rest again on the cushion of the pilot's seat, and then grasped the boy's right arm just below the elbow with his own right hand, and took Trav's fingers into his own much larger ones. Firmly he wrapped them around the shaft of his cock, just below the glans, and helped the boy slide along it, pulling the foreskin down, baring his dick. His bulbous, flared glans looked inflamed, yet moist with the protective fluids from the now retracted foreskin. It looked wounded, sore - as if the merest touch would send excruciating pain through his body. Trav leaned forward, and licked it. The heat, the roughened surface of his tongue, was like torture to the man - but a glorious torture, with millions of nerve endings screaming at the touch, begging for more. Kallen screamed out! "Ahhhoooohhhhhh!" His head flung back, serving only to force his groin even further forward, smashing his glans harder into Trav's tongue. In instinctive counter-reaction, he pulled his mid-section back, forcing Trav's hand to slip the soft foreskin back over the head of the 8 inch penis. The pressure on Trav's fingers, was like he squeezed as his hand wrapped around the glans, and Kallen just as instinctively pulled back again, groaning to the pull of the foreskin back, to the stretching of the skin of his dick, tugging his glans back. Trav leaned in again, just at that instant and licked. He licked hungrily, wanting to taste more of his man's penis. Kallen regained his senses, instinct giving way to desire, and started intentionally sliding Trav's hand back, then forward, then back again, squeezing, encasing, torturing his now super-sensitive dick. ----------------------------- Trav took over, and sucked the head into his mouth, forcing Kallen to restrict the motion of their hands lower down on the shaft, imprisoning the bare glans inside his hot mouth. He sucked and laved wildly, in counterpoint to the rhythmic pumping of his hand on Kallen's long shaft, randomly stabbing the tip of his tongue into the slit of the man's glans, testing, feeling for the hardened, engorged tumescence beneath the infinitely soft and yielding flesh of the glans. Trav's mouth was awash with the fleshy, earthy taste of his man's dick. His own saliva mixed with the precum still spilling from the tip of Kallen's tool, letting his tongue slide at will under and over and around the invading meat filling his mouth. He slurped along Kallen's frenulum, where the foreskin joined the glans, and heard Kallen scream out again. Lower along the shaft, exploring with his tongue, tracing the bulge of Kallen's urethra, feeling how it had swollen, sensing that it was about to fill with his man's seed. Trav wanted that seed. Wanted to taste it, swallow it, and feel it dripping from his lips. He listened as Kallen continued to groan out his pleasure, thrilling to the fact that it was his hands, his lips, his tongue and his mouth that were going to push his man over the edge. And soon! He would make it happen, with his own hand, sliding up and down on his man's cock, stroking and pumping, glorying in the glide of the thin, soft skin over the hardness beneath. He could hear the force of his hand - what HE was doing to his man - as Kallen groaned louder and louder with each stroke .... --------------------------- "Urrhhhhnnn ... uhhhhmmm ... ohhhhhhh Trav ... don't ... stop! Pump me ... Trav ... ooooohhhhhhhh ... suck ... me!," Kallen kept time to his little boy's grasping hand. He had lost all sense that it was his own hand guiding the jacking strokes up and down his penis. All he felt were those little boy fingers gripping his manhood, milking it, squeezing and sliding his flesh toward orgasm. The heat enveloping his dick came from Trav's hand and from Trav's mouth, the soft but constricting ring of flesh just below his bared glans was made of Trav's sweet lips, the tortuous scrape across the ridge of his glans was from Trav's teeth - the wetness, the depth, the suctioning, pistoning slickness was Trav's mouth! He loved fucking Trav, feeling his dick pumping in and out of his boy's bottom, taking his boy, sending spasms of orgasmic pleasure through his boy's body, feeling his jets of sperm spurting deep into Trav's body, but now!! Now, he knew what he had been missing. When they fucked, Trav was his to take. Trav lay submissive. This time their union was if anything even more complete, because in some sense Trav was in control. Trav's will directed their every motion towards the edge. When his sperm came jetting along his shaft, into Trav's mouth, it would be completely at his little boy's beckoning. And he felt it coming now. Rising deep within his balls, feeling that moment coming when he would lose all conscious control of his own body. Even while Trav continued to stroke him, he felt his body starting to sway, starting to lunge. He tried to stop it but it was impossible. He felt the tip of his dick head sliding deeper and deeper into Trav's mouth, and felt Trav sucking harder and harder right along with each lunge. The massive explosion of sensations started right there where he felt his glans flattening against the back of Trav's mouth. He screamed out with the blast. He felt Trav's tongue on his urethra, knew that his boy could feel the cum spurting along it's inevitable path to release, and knew that it was Trav's choice to impale himself on his man's cock and drink his seed. His cock slammed into Trav's mouth, and then he pulled out again involuntarily. Trav's hand gripped him still! Trav lurched forward with his head, not wanting to lose the spewing dick, but the head slipped out beyond the boy's lips just as another jet of cum drew a wet, splattering line from Trav's mouth up along his left cheek. Only now did Kallen retake control, as he started to direct his cum across Trav's face and lips. One spurt, then another, and another ... till it was but a trickle, dangling from his cockhead, and Trav's face was covered in the white cum. He pushed forward one last time,and smeard the dribble of cum across Trav's lips, then suddenly felt his knees grow weak, and let himself sag down. He released Trav's grip on his enraged dick and lowered it, still cupped in his own hand, down onto the chair. Kallen collapsed onto his knees, feeling his dick scrape down across Trav's knees. "Arrrghhhhhh!" he screamed out one last time, and closed his eyes in exhaustion, falling face forward into his boy's lap. He grasped Trav's thighs and hugged him, pressing his face into the trough of the boys legs, whimpering. "Oh dear ... boy! I can ... never thank ... you for that ...." "You loved it, didn't you, Kall?" he heard Trav say, through the ringing in his ears. "Oh god yes!" he returned, as he struggled to lift his head and look up at his boy. Trav was smiling down at him smugly, happily, with cum dripping from his cheeks, his eyebrows, his nose. He flicked his tongue to lick a bit of the goo into his mouth, then raised his brow suggestively. "I liked it too, Kall! When can you and ME do that again!?" "Haha, seems we may have opened the good ship Ganymede's own little Pandora's Box!" "What's that?" Trav twisted his head to the side like a little puppy dog, bemused. "Oh ... just ... no telling WHAT you'll want to do now! But don't worry, I'm up for it." "Yeahhhhhh ... me too!"