Date: Thu, 9 Sep 1999 15:46:26 -0700 (PDT) From: "Fredric L. Brothers" Subject: "WONDROUS SURPRISES" - Parts 1 & 2 (Man/Boy) The Disclaimer: This is a complete fantasy and a total work of fiction. There are scenes of consensual sex between an adult male and a minor boy. If you find this at all disturbing, please leave immediately. WONDROUS SURPRISES Or The Fulfillment of Desires Comes in Many Shapes By Fredric L. Brothers (1999) Author's Note: This story is a very extensively revised and expanded version of "Jon, Nadine and Me" which had appeared previously. Please send any comment to: flbrothers@yahoo.com. I would like to take this opportunity to thank M.T. for his enthusiastic guidance and encouragement. Part 1 At the time, I was a single father, carrying all the shit that that brings. My wife of twelve years had walked out on me two years before leaving me with two young children - Jon, then age ten, and Nadine age eight. The reasons she left were numerous and each and every one was valid. However, she left primarily because I could not satisfy her sexually. She went off with a professional tennis-playing stud from the country club. After I cleaned out all her crap from the house, I hired a housekeeper and life continued at a pretty normal pace. The kids seemed to be doing very well and making progress in school and socially. My business was doing exceptionally well and expanding at a tremendous rate. The money was rolling in and we were living well. The three of us took many vacations together and we eventually moved to a very large and luxurious new home specifically built to my personal specifications and those of the kids. My sex life was practically nonexistent. Actually, it was nonexistent. I rarely dated and did not have sex with any of the women I dated. I had a very low sex drive (it had always been this way, and not just when I was married) and did not feel the need to force my inadequacies on others. So it was self- gratification a few times a month and nothing more. The kids, however, were great! Jon had many friends and participated in the usual boy sports - baseball, soccer, ice hockey and swimming. I forbade him from football and wrestling; I didn't need a kid getting multiple bone and joint injuries before he reached his teens and I really didn't want him groping other young boys, or being groped. I did relent on ice hockey because I loved the game and because, having grown up in Canada, it was in my blood. His school grades were excellent and he had his own computer and was quite adept at it. Nadine, on the other hand, had very few friends and did not like to socialize. She read voraciously and had her dollies to keep her company. Her grades were even better than Jon's and she was extremely diligent. She was beautiful and daddy's wonderful little girl. But she certainly did keep to herself and never had friends at the house. That was why I was so surprised when one evening at dinner she asked if she could have a friend spend the upcoming weekend with us. The kid lived with grandparents and they were going out of town and he would be left all alone with the maid. She said no kid should be forced to do that! I agreed since there was absolutely nothing to object to. So Friday after school she and her little friend would come to our house. I insisted that she get the telephone number where this kid's folks were staying and she complied. When I got home from the office of Friday the house was very quiet. I looked into the kid's rooms but they weren't there. I went into the playroom but again came up empty handed. Then I heard children's voices coming from the rear yard. I walked through the family room until I reached the patio doors and saw Jon and Nadine frolicking in the pool with another kid. Mrs. Stephenson, the housekeeper and cook, was also at the pool and watching them. I walked out onto the deck and watched them playing water basketball. Jon finally noticed me and waved; so did Nadine. The other kid also waved; it was a bit tentative but he smiled at me and I smiled back. They all swam to the side of the pool and I walked down to them. "Dad, this is my friend Thomas Joseph Saunders; we call him TJ. He's spending the weekend with us. TJ, this is my father." I bent over and shook TJ's wet hand. He moved the goggles he was wearing up to his forehead, removed the nose clip and gave me another winning smile. He thanked me for letting him stay the weekend and then thanked me a second time. I said we were very happy to have him. "He's only nine," Nadine whispered to me, "but he's in Jon's classes. He's real smart!" Jon frowned at her comment and TJ blushed beautifully. I thought he was extremely cute - I mean extremely! He was very blonde, had hazel eyes and a beautiful tan. That fabulous smile, those very white teeth and a scattering of freckles completed the look of one gorgeous young boy. I went into the house to change; I put on a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top and went back to the pool area. The kids had gotten out and were sitting on chairs around a table and were playing some kind of board game. I also noticed something else; a small child size wheelchair was parked nearby. What the hell was that doing here? "Nadine, what is this wheelchair doing here?" "That's TJ's, daddy." "TJ's? What's he doing with a wheelchair?" I asked in my stupidity without even thinking. "Daddy!" Nadine said with complete exasperation in her voice as if she were talking to an idiot. "Daddy, TJ needs the chair." She signaled that she wanted to whisper something to me. I bent down, she cupped my ear, and whispered. "Can't you see that TJ has no legs?" Boy, I was really the observant type, wasn't I? I hadn't noticed that TJ was disabled. I looked at him and my face took on a "gee-but-I'm-a-complete-idiot" look. "Sorry, TJ. I just didn't know," I said apologetically. "That's okay, sir. I understand." "Let's go inside and change," Jon announced. "Then we can play computer games." The others agreed. "Daddy, could you carry TJ into his room?" "How did he get out here in the first place?" I asked. "Mrs. Stephenson carried him out. He doesn't weigh much. You won't have any trouble," Nadine said confidently. I moved TJ's chair away from the table and lifted him up. Indeed, he didn't weight much. He had exchanged his goggles for a pair of round, gold-rimmed eyeglasses and he was carrying the goggles. "I need the goggles when I swim. Helps me see better." "Are they prescription?" "Yes, sir, they are." "Eyes pretty bad?" "I suppose so. I need my glass when I do everything except read." As I carried him, I looked down at his legs for the first time. More accurately, at his lack of legs. Both of TJ's legs apparently had been amputated above mid-thigh. His stumps were rather short and they had scars on the end, which was the reason I concluded they had been amputated. The scars were pink and very thin but long. His leg stumps were nicely tapered and tanned and he wiggled them around some as I carried him. I didn't know if this was a conscious or unconscious action by him. I looked at his face and body very closely, and for the first time I really took notice of him. My kids and ex-wife had always accused me of being rather unobservant, and they were 100% right. But now I looked at TJ and liked very much what I saw. He was wearing skimpy red Speedo briefs and he had quite a decent size package for a kid so young. Besides being so very cute, he had quite a muscular body for a young boy of nine; he did not have that little potbelly that so many boys have. He had what looked like a very hard, very flat stomach. The eyeglasses he wore made him look older. He was one very winning kid, despite his obvious physical problems. "Is this comfortable for you TJ?" I asked him. He smiled a very warm smile at me. "Oh, yes sir. I'm very comfortable. Thank you for asking." As I carried TJ I had this overpowering urge to feel one of his leg stumps. I really don't know what brought it on but it became absolutely overwhelming. I slowly brought my hand that was under his thighs up and placed it on the remnant of one of his legs. His smile got bigger as if to encourage me in what I was doing. And encourage me it definitely did! I decided to become a little bit bolder. I began rubbing his thigh gently and slid my hand down until it covered the end of his stump. I rested my hand in the center near the slightly puckered scar and gently squeezed the tip of his stump. I looked at his face again; he had his eyes closed and a big smile on his lips. I began to massage the end of his leg stump and it felt wonderful and soothing in my hand. TJ gave out a small moan. I realized, to my great surprise and horror, that I was hard, very hard. What was happening? What the hell was going on? Feeling the leg stump of this small child was getting me hard? I couldn't believe it! It normally took me an incredible amount of time just to get me the slightest bit aroused (that one of the reasons my wife left). Now all I was doing was feeling the leg stump of TJ and it felt like I was fully erect. My cock had worked its way down the leg of my shorts. I didn't understand it but certainly liked the feeling; I liked it very much. TJ let out a long breath as I brought him to his room and set him down on the bed. "You okay, TJ?" I asked. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "I'm absolutely wonderful!" he said after lying back on the bed. He gave me a great big wide smile. I noticed that his Speedos were pushed away from his crotch. "I must have given the kid a boner," I thought. "That makes two of us." Nadine came bounding into the room. "Everything awright TJ?" she asked in her jolly way. "Yeah great! Your dad did a great job. I'm just going to slip out of my suit and I'll join you and Jon in a few minutes. Okay?" Nadine smiled at both of us and went off to her room. I started to leave the room, but TJ stopped me. "Please don't go, sir. "TJ, you're going to be here all weekend. I suggest you stop calling me 'sir'. My given name is David; please call me Dave. Okay?" "Yes, fine, Dave." He gave me a big smile. "Dave, could you help me change? I can do it myself but it's faster if you help and it's also much more fun." He gave me a sexy little leer, which surprised me; for a second or two I hesitated but decided to go with whatever he wanted. I also decided to go with what my rampant cock told me to do! I closed the door and TJ lay back on the bed. I untied the drawstrings from his suit. He raised his little butt slightly and I pulled them off. "I have a nice dick for a nine-year-old kid, don't I Dave?" he asked in a little boyish tone of voice. I was shocked by his uninhibited nature but it was very true; TJ had a really wonderful boy dick. It looked to be fully erect and was very attractive. In fact, it was quite beautiful. He was uncircumcised and his penis was rather bigger that I thought it would be. His scrotum was also a nice size and I could clearly see the outline of his two marble size testicles within. I managed to find my voice after swallowing very hard. "Yes, TJ, you have a very nice dick. In fact it's beautiful, quite beautiful." "Thank you. Tell me, do you, uh, like my body?" I was absolutely motionless. "You seemed to like it very much when you touched my thigh and massaged my leg stump when you were carrying me. I really loved the feel of your hands on my body." Still I didn't move. "Most people when they see me for the first time are shocked and embarrassed; they turn their eyes away. Even people, who've seen me many, many times don't like to look at me. They think I will be embarrassed except I know it's they who are, you know, very ashamed." "I'm not embarrassed by the appearance of your body, TJ," I said in a very low tone of voice. "As a matter of fact I think it's very, very, uh, sexy." "Thanks again, Dave. My clothes are in that bag." I reached over to the overnight bag on the floor and took out underwear, a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. The shorts had the standard leg openings; I'd have thought he would have had them sewn closed so that people could not see his stumps but he didn't. He stared at me with those piecing hazel eyes. He spoke in a very low voice. "You may touch me if you wish, Dave." His invitation just took my breath away. "T-t-touch you?" I managed to stammer out. "Yes, touch my dick and balls, just like you touched my leg stump before. You do want to do it, don't you Dave?" I slowly nodded my head like a blithering imbecile. I could not believe this incredibly cute boy, this beautiful legless child, was really inviting me to touch his genitals. The crazy thing was that I desperately wanted to do exactly as he had asked. I found I was drawn to him like I had never been drawn to any other person ever before. I loved his winning personality, his beautiful face and his lovely crippled body. But I didn't see it as a crippled body; I saw it as something special, something exciting, something inviting, something wonderful and infinitely appealing. In fact, TJ had the most tantalizing body and was the most mouth-watering person I had ever set eyes on, man, woman or child. I sat down on the bed next to him, smiled and slowly put my hand over one of his pert little nipples. I could feel it becoming immediately erect under my hand and it felt marvelous, absolutely marvelous! I'd never felt anything like it before and I could not get over the tremendous thrill I got from touching it. I moved my hand around the nipple and his chest and then went over to his other nipple and did the same thing. Again it felt so absolutely wonderful! I began to pinch his little nipples slightly; TJ showed his appreciation by breathing heavily and saying my name in a low whisper. I was so extremely excited and so was TJ. Thank god I was wearing very loose shorts so that my cock had somewhere to go. Even so, it was straining. I moved my hand down, massaging that beautiful tight chest. TJ had a very tight body; I guessed it was from all the exercises and rehab after he lost his legs. I loved the feel of that chest; it was smooth, strong and so sensuous. I lowered my head and took one of those erect nipples into my mouth. I pinched it between my lips and TJ really began to moan. That little nub felt so glorious to me. TJ began to writhe and wiggle around. While I had his nipple in my mouth I moved one of my hands down to his leg stumps and began to gently massage them. I moved to the other nipple and began to lick this one; I licked it up real good. I lifted my head and looked at TJ's face. His mouth was opened and his eyes were shut tight. I removed his glasses and set then on the nightstand. He was smiling and breathing heavily and he apparently liked my attention to his body. I slowly looked down the length of his beautiful body, taking note of every muscle, every mole, every little blonde hair, every crease and crevice of it. When my eyes reach his incredibly smooth crotch and his beautifully pale boyish equipment, I took a deep breath and knew I had reached some kind of glorious new truth. His dick was standing straight up in the air. It was wonderful and it had me mesmerized. It looked to be about three inches and was so incredibly inviting. The uncircumcised beauty of it beckoned me onward. As my eye continued down his body, his beautifully tapered leg stumps grabbed my attention. They were wiggling in the air and seemed to be palpitating slightly. I knew I had to pay close attention to them and give them some undivided loving. I scooted off the bed and kneeled on the floor, those glorious leg stumps right in front of me. I massaged both of them vigorously until I could feel the heat generated by the friction of my hands. I brought my head up and began licking the scar on one of his legs. It tasted as sweet as the boy himself. I loved the slightly uneven feel of the scar on the tip of my tongue and I licked along the entire length. I licked harder and sucked on the flesh; I even bit down on them slightly. TJ was ecstatic and was writhing and rocking back and forth on the bed. I began to work on the remains of his other leg and he began to moan loudly and to cry out. "Dave, please touch my dick. Pleeeeese do this for me!" he begged. "I'll do anything you want me to do, TJ. Absolutely anything!" I moved my tongue from the tip of his stump licking all the way as I moved to his straining boy cock. It was standing up so proudly and beautifully; all I wanted to do was to look at it and indelibly burn the picture of it on my brain. I moved my tongue to the top of his beautiful, smooth and hairless mound. I slowly moved my hand to the tip of his penis. TJ tasted wonderful and his dick felt so hot touching the palm of my hand. I kissed and licked his little mound while continuing to rub the full length of his dick with the thumb and first two finger of my hand. The skin was so unimaginably smooth with not the slightest trace of even one hair growing there. It was just heavenly tasting and loving this beautiful child, a child who had so willingly given of himself to me. Suddenly TJ began to buck his truncated body and moan very loudly. He was thrusting his dick up into the palm of my hand and I grasped it hard and rubbed it rather roughly. He went off like a Roman candle, moving all his body parts every which way. His head was rocking from side to side, he was moaning and breathing heavily, his arms were fluttering, his little leg stumps were wiggling in the air and his hips were gyrating up and down. TJ's little body was an absolute tornado of activity. Not ever having been with a prepubescent boy before I assumed he was having a dry orgasm, something I had only read about but never experienced. I was amazed seeing and hearing all this bodily activity while not producing anything in the way of discharge. I quickly released any part of his body that I was still holding and let TJ come down from his incredible high state of arousal, though it took longer that I thought. He was surely one sexy kid. Meanwhile my cock was hurting like hell being confined in my shorts. I move up on the bed and lay down on my back. I picked TJ up and sat him on my chest. That cute dick of his was still hard and extended; it was thrilling to see. His leg stumps were resting on my nipples. This child was thrilling to look at; his beauty had me completely enraptured. I rubbed one finger over his dick, sort of petting it. He began wiggling his stumps and my nipples felt just marvelous. My other hand was holding TJ upright on my chest. I moved from his penis to one of his leg stumps. He scooted up my chest so that I was able to lick his stumps by slightly raising my head. I could not believe that this boy, this child, had given me one of my most memorable sexual experiences in ages. But he did, and I was very grateful to him for it. "Thanks, Dave," he said when he opened his eyes again. "That felt wonderful, really wonderful. You were terrific and treated me so special. Nobody's been so nice to me in such a long time that." I interrupted him. "It felt really wonderful to me too, TJ. I loved every minute of it. You were great!" And with that he burst into tears. I'm sure he felt slightly overwhelmed by the experience; I know I sure as hell was. I moved him so that he was now lying on my chest. I held his head against my body with one hand and rubbed his back comfortingly. The top of his head was resting just below my chin. I felt his hard boy stiffy pressing into my chest and I loved it. It took him a few minutes, but he calmed down; when he did he lifted his head and gave me a super smile. "Thanks. Thanks again, Dave. I loved everything you did." "There's no need to thank me TJ. As I said before, I think you were terrific too and believe me when I say that it was an incredible pleasure for me to take care of you. Anytime you want, anytime, just let me know. You are one incredibly sexy kid." We smiled at each other and I moved to kiss him very softly on the lips. It was totally and completely heavenly. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close to his body. God, I can't remember being so enraptured with another person so quickly after meeting them. We kissed over and over again and at one point I licked his lips and he opened his mouth for my tongue. Here I was, in the guest bedroom, making love to a nine-year-old amputee child. It just blew my mind but I didn't, or couldn't, stop. I kissed TJ longer and harder than before. Part 2 It was definitely running late. Our wonderful and intense session of sex had delayed TJ from joining Jon and Nadine for play. But TJ did not want it to end. "Dave, I can feel your hard cock in your shorts. Do you want me to do something for you?" "That's not necessary, TJ. Really. I can take care of it later." "But I want to. Please, Dave? Can't I take care of you a little? Wouldn't you like me to play with you?" With that said he began to move his body back and forth on mine, and his stumps were pressing down on my very stiff cock. The movement of his body was slowly masturbating me and it was a spectacular sensation. My arms were spread wide on the bed and since I was no longer holding onto his body; he rolled off of me. I felt nothing for a while except my cock twitching. Then he did something that I will never, ever forget. He began to move his hand up one of the leg openings of my shorts. I could feel that hand brushing the hairs on my thigh. I gasped loudly and began to move my head from side to side. "Don't you like what I'm doing, Dave?" TJ asked with a touch of panic in his voice. "I love it TJ!" I managed to pant out, in a hoarse and croaky whisper. "I absolutely love it!" He didn't say anything else but just continued to move his hand very slowly up my shorts. When he touched the head of my cock he gasped. "You seem to have a real nice size cock, Dave," he said softly. He slowly continued stroking the head of my cock and even began to rub his fingers over the slit and started playing with it. I could not reconcile the fact that a nine-year-old boy was massaging my cock head and easing his fingers over my opening. And it felt so incredibly good! He began to stroke my shaft with his other fingers while continuing to massage the head. I quickly became very animated. His hand was so warm and so gentle and smooth and soothing that, I swear, I was having bouts of heart palpitations and tremendous difficulty breathing. "Does this feel good, Dave?" he asked in the sexiest voice I ever heard. I panted my affirmation, I think. I really didn't know what I was saying or doing but I knew for goddamned sure what TJ was doing. He was giving me the best hand job I had ever had; it was driving me absolutely crazy! He painstakingly moved his hand slowly down the shaft to the base of my pounding cock. The sensation was indescribable. It was everything I wanted and need and craved. He was everything I wanted and need and secretly craved. He was combing his fingers through my pubic hairs and slowly lowered them until he was caressing my hanging testicle pack. His delicate manipulation of my balls was the best I had ever known. It was gentle yet firm, and he squeezed first one then the other; he treated them so beautifully and so wonderfully. Was this kid an instinctive sexual animal or was he experienced? Either way, I knew it was just idyllic and knew then that young TJ was an expert lover. He moved back to my cock when I started groaning loudly. He stroked and stroked that shaft so carefully, so rhythmically and yet so powerfully that it didn't take me long before I came with a colossal roar and shot a huge load into my shorts and onto my thigh. My body was kicking back and forth and I worried about hurting TJ. When I was able to open my eyes I saw him resting his head on my chest and giving me a wonderful, deep smile while he continued to rub me. "Thank you, TJ. This has been really fabulous!" "I loved it too, Dave. You make me feel completely wonderful. I could not believe how marvelous it is when you caress and massage my leg stumps. It's like nothing I've ever felt before." He crawled onto my body again and we rested in that position for a few minutes. Just the feel of his body on mine, his weight and warmth, made me feel that I was the luckiest man in the universe. When I had mustered the physical strength to stand up and the emotional strength to let go of TJ's incredible body, I managed to clean us up. I quickly and lovingly dressed him in his underwear, shorts and tee shirt; I made sure that I paid a little more loving attention to his body, particularly his leg stumps and tight chest. I even kissed him under his arms, in his warm, wet little armpits and he squealed and giggled. I carried this beautiful boy into the children's playroom where Jon and Nadine were already occupied with some computer game. Before I set him down into his wheelchair next to Jon, TJ turned his head and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek. He smiled adorably at me. Jon and Nadine looked at us; Nadine gave me a big grin while Jon was relatively impassive. TJ looked so endearing in his child size wheelchair. His little leg stumps just managed to peek out the openings of his shorts; he looked so overwhelmingly beautiful and enticing. It was difficult for me to leave him, but finally I did. The kids played together until dinnertime. I had a long-standing arrangement with the mother of one of Jon's friends. She was a divorcee (we dated once) and whenever she wanted her son out of the house she would call and let me know. Tonight was one of those nights. Aaron arrived just before dinner. He normally slept in Jon's room so there was no need to alter any sleeping arrangements. He was like a slug: big, blubbery, crude and totally the opposite of cute. I wondered why Jon would even want to be seen with him, let alone have him over to the house. Mrs. Stephenson had prepared a very nice dinner and we all ate well. TJ liked the food; he said the cooking in his house was not as good. Aaron just shoveled it in. After dinner we all watched a movie on the new DVD system I had bought. Everyone was enthusiastic and pronounced the new home theater system great. Then it was bedtime. Before going off to their rooms Jon and Nadine prevailed upon me to take all of them all to a nearby mall tomorrow morning to shop and then to see the new Disney animated movie in the afternoon. I agreed. TJ did not look too happy at the decision but he tried to manage a smile. I checked my e-mail and my voice mail before going to say good night to the kids. I tucked in Nadine, then Jon and finally TJ. Nadine asked me if I liked TJ and I told her that he seemed to be a very nice boy and that I was glad she had invited him for the weekend. I thought he seemed happy staying with us. I could tell that Nadine was very happy at my response. Jon asked me still again if he could play football next fall and I quickly suppressed that idea. When I got to the guestroom in children's wing of the house TJ was already asleep. I looked at him sleeping peacefully, put his wheelchair next to his bed (remembering to lock the brakes), closed the light (leaving a small light on in case he needed something during the night) and went into my room. I got to my wing of the house, entered my bedroom and went into the bathroom; I performed my usual evening ritual. I stripped naked (my usual way of sleeping), got into bed and picked up the book I had been reading. But I found I could not concentrate on anything on the page. My mind kept returning to TJ and what we had done together this afternoon. We did do it together, didn't we? It almost seemed like a dream now. He let me play with his delicious body and with his beautiful genitals, hadn't he? Of course he had! He asked me to touch his dick, I remember that very clearly. And I remember clearly when he climaxed. Then he slowly masturbated me to the most exquisite orgasm I could remember having. What was it about TJ that attracted me so strongly to him? Was it his lack of legs? That certainly seemed to be a big turn on for me. I could never remember being attracted to amputee women or men before, but something in TJ was a catalyst for these feelings. Was it his charming personality and his boyish beauty? I know I have never been drawn to another person so quickly or so thoroughly as I was drawn to this boy. What was it about him that I found so totally captivating and so alluring? What was so desirable about this boy that I could not physically keep my hands off of him? These thoughts (and many others) were circulating in my brain as I tried to fall asleep. But sleep did not come easily or quickly. TJ was uppermost in my mind. No matter what I tried to think of (the kids, business matters or the new boat I wanted to buy) my thoughts kept returning to him. I could see his gorgeous little face in front of me, and his remarkable, delicate and crippled body beckoning me. I replayed our afternoon together and thoughts of kissing and licking and lightly biting his beautiful stumps were getting me so excited that I knew I would have to find relief, and find it soon. What the hell was happening? Why? Why? Why did this boy have such an unbelievable effect on me? Was it an obsession? "Am I depraved?" I asked myself. "Being attracted to a young boy like that? Having him so much on my mind that I cannot fall asleep? Just what the hell is going on? Am I behaving rationally when the most sexually desirable person I know is a boy, and a cripple young boy at that?" I knew that trying to fall asleep now was hopeless; I turned on the light next to my bed. I put on my robe and went into the sitting room and stretched out in the recliner I have there. I turned on the television and began to mindlessly going through the channels. There was a light tapping on the door to me bedroom. I figured that Nadine had had a bad dream and she needed comforting. I was right. She padded into my rooms, rubbing her eyes, crawled into my lap and settled down. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" "I had trouble sleeping. I had a bad dream." "You want to tell me what it was about?" She shook her head. She stayed in my room for about ten minutes, sitting on my lap, cuddling up against me and occasionally checking out the TV. "I'm sleepy now." She yawned. "Can you carry me back to my room now?" "Certainly, sweetheart." I picked her up and gently carried her back to her room and put her down on the bed. I covered her and kissed her beautiful forehead. I stood for a few minutes near her bed looking at my beautiful angel. I checked on Jon and saw that he and Aaron were apparently fast asleep. I turned off the television, computer and the stereo they had left on and walked into TJ's room. He was asleep on his back with both hands on top of the covers. The thumb of his left hands was close to his mouth. I wondered if he still sucked his thumb. In the dim light of the room I suddenly got a terrible shock! It looked like somebody was standing by the bathroom door. Were those a pair of legs I could see? I slowly dawned on me that they were probably TJ's prostheses. I slowly walked over to them and touched them lightly. I got a tremendous thrill touching them, touching something that was TJ. They were fully dressed, with a pair of pants and shoes and socks. I know I would have found them to be creepy and repulsive if I didn't know that they belonged to my fantastic TJ, that he had worn them, and that they were part of him. I went back to my room after a brief stop in the kitchen for a quick snack. I noticed fresh strawberries in the fridge meaning strawberry pancakes for breakfast in the morning. I grabbed a few and ate them over the sink. I walked back to my bedroom and got into bed. About two minutes later there was a light tapping on my door. I put my robe on again and went to answer the knock. What does Nadine need now? "TJ? What are you doing here?" "Don't be angry, Dave. Please? I couldn't sleep. I had real trouble sleeping and I kept tossing and turning around. You aren't angry with me, are you?" I smiled at him and could see it reflected in the smile he flashed back at me. "Of course, I'm not angry with you, TJ. I've had terrible trouble sleeping too. Come in, please. How'd you get here?" "Nadine showed me where your bedroom was earlier tonight so I just wheeled myself over. I also know that you checked up on me a few minutes ago so I knew you were up." He wheeled into the room and looked around. "I know that you were in my bedroom a few minutes ago, checking up on me and also looking at my prostheses." I blushed. "That's okay, Dave. You have a really beautiful bedroom, Dave." "Thanks. Glad you like it." He pushed his wheelchair close to my bed. I saw that he was wearing just a pair of white cotton briefs and an athletic undershirt. I took in the sight of his beautiful smooth arms, the beautiful bulge in those briefs and his two perfectly shaped leg stumps. He was wearing his glasses and was unbelievably and unbearably cute. I lay down on the bed still wearing my robe and just stared at him. He blushed a little and lowered his head. Before I spoke, I carefully considered the implications of what I was going to say. "TJ, I have and idea; see if you like it. Since we both can't sleep, how'd you like to come into bed with me and maybe together we can fall asleep together?" He gave me a wonderful, deep smile and I noticed his eyes tear up some. He quickly moved his chair over to the side of my bed, locked the wheels and lifted himself over the side and onto my bed. He used his arms and bottom to wiggle himself into a comfortable position next to me. TJ spread himself out, putting his arms behind his head and presenting his entire body for me to see. I couldn't see his package because he was wearing those briefs, but I did look at his bulge, and it was so tempting. He stretched his leg stumps wide, presenting his basket to me, and looked up at me with questioning and pleading eyes. He slightly opened and then closed his thighs - open, close, open, close. It was getting me very, very hot and very, very hard. Did he know what he was doing? Was he consciously trying to get me aroused? Or was it that TJ was such a sexual creature that he did all of this unconsciously as part of his very nature. "Dave, this afternoon you told me that you found me, you know, sexy. And that you had great pleasure in taking care of me. Right?" "Yes, TJ, that's right. "How can that be with the way my body is, you know, with my legs cut off and all?" I knew he was seeking a compliment or a kind word from me. Considering his physical condition, I realized the boy needed constant reassurance from people that they did not find him to be repulsive. I already knew that I did not find his body disgusting. I found it to be extremely beautiful and incredibly sexy. I was incredibly hot from looking at his sweet body. I gave his body another long look and gently put my hand on one of his stumps, rubbing it lightly. "No, TJ, I was absolutely right. You are extremely beautiful and so is your body. I think you are the most beautiful, delightful and charming person I have ever been with in my entire life." "Really?" "Really!" I looked at him intensely. "And also the hottest! I think you re the sexiest thing I have ever seen!" He sat up in a rocking motion. He rocked his body backward to about his shoulder blades and then push himself into an upright position, balancing himself on his butt and his short leg stumps. He threw his arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. I put my arms around his incredibly warm body and pulled him to me in a loving embrace. I could not get enough of this beautiful child. Was it infatuation? Was it love? Was it just a passing phase, something that'd be over with in a few days? Was I crazy? Whatever it was I suddenly became aware of the fact that I could not live without this child. I had met him less than eight hours ago and I knew I needed him in my life; I absolutely needed TJ! The End ( Next Installment: The First Night Together )