Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 18:16:12 -0300
From: monosauris@hotmail.com
Subject: Securing a Protector - Part 2

Securing a Protector - Part 2.

By FitzHugh

I hadn't intended to write another part to this story but those who wrote,
Zanderr, Paul, Kent, Milffffffff and others encouraged me to do so. I thank
all of you for taking the time to write and give me the benefit of your
thoughts. This is the second part of the story "Securing a Protector. Any
similarity to any events, names, places or life experiences any one else may
have experienced is purely accidental. This is a story  of consensual sex
between a boy-man and an under aged boy. Perhaps there is a third part
lurking around in the storeroom of my memory but I won't decide that just
yet.

If you are under legal age, (according to any law of Canada or any other
Country on this big blue marble of ours), then you ought to leave now. If,
on the other hand, you find this story offensive or it is illegal according
to the laws of your country for you to view such content, I suggest you tune
out and go find a good Sherlock Holmes mystery or a good book written about
the days of wooden ships and Iron men. They are my personal favourites. This
story can not be distributed in any way manner whatsoever without my
expressed written consent. If you like this short story and want to comment
or offer criticism, or to just rant be my guest. I answer every e-mail. Feel
free to send it along to monosauris@hotmail.com

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The sun streamed in through the only window in the room. Thank goodness that
window was more than half way down the room wall or the sun would have
streamed in right over the bed. Jimmy was in exactly the same position when
he woke up as when he had gone to sleep. His head was laying on Emmett's
chest and, as all his senses seemed to come on line one after another, he
enjoyed the slow rhythm of Emmett's chest rising and falling as he breathed.
Not wanting to make any sudden movement, Jimmy just lay there listening to
the strong heartbeat of his new protector. After a few minutes he ever so
gently lifted his head, threw back his area of the blankets and slipped out
of the bed. He looked across to the nightstand on Emmett's side of the bed
and saw that it was now 7:30 a.m.

Jimmy pulled on his jeans and very quietly opened the bedroom door. By gawd,
if he didn't pee soon, he thought, this bloody place better have a bank of
oars on both sides cause I'm gonna make Noah's flood look like a little wee
rain storm. As he passed the door of room 2, Jeffery, the young guide who
had originally stashed him in Emmett's room, came out into the hall and
joined him on the way to the bathroom.

"Today, is Saturday", said Jeffery.

"Duh", replied Jimmy. "What's so special about Saturday?"

"Because", he replied. "we have boys in school and boys working and because
everyone leaves at different times and comes back at different times and
don't all necessarily eat together, the customary rule is that all the boys
come down for a late special breakfast on Saturday morning at 9:00 a.m. We
get the usual hot & cold cereals and toast of course but, on top of that we
get eggs, bacon or ham, yogurt, and fresh fruit.  It's a thing this Director
started so that all the boys get to see each other. Sometimes he uses the
time to talk to us and if there are any special events or outings planned in
the coming week, that's the time he delivers the news. The Director is away
this weekend attending a conference of some kind so the Assistant Director
you know, Mr. Hynes, down the hall from you, will be doing it."

"Uhhuuuuum", muttered Jimmy, "Emmet's still asleep"

"That's okay, duffus, there's plenty of time to wake him up."

"I don't think so.", replied Jimmy shaking his head. " One does not wake
giants from their slumber. Ever read the Jack and the Beanstalk story. I
don't want Emmett chasing me around the room in a rage because I woke him up
early."

"Emmett's never missed a Saturday morning unless he was away", said Jeffery
as both boys stepped up to the urinals and began to relieve themselves. "Be
creative," urged Jeffery with a slight giggle. "Maybe you can think of a way
to bring him out of his slumber with a smile on his face."

"And just how am I supposed to do that?", asked Jimmy whose woolly
disposition seemed to improve almost as fast as his bladder emptied.

Neither Jeffery nor Jimmy said another word to each other as they stepped up
to the sinks and washed their hands. The bathroom was becoming a busy place
as more bodies were moving in and out. They left the bathroom and started on
their way back to their respective rooms.
When they came to Jeffery's room and he was about to open his door, he
reached out and grabbed Jimmy's head bringing his ear close to his lips.
"Maybe like the Jack & the Beanstalk story, you have to chop the tree
down.", he whispered. Jimmy pulled his head away from Jeffery while a look
of pure curiosity come over his face. He was just about to ask Jeffery what
he meant but Jeffery had already opened his door and was laughing his fool
head off when he stepped inside his room and closed the door. Shaking his
head and continuing on to his room, Jimmy had no idea what his new friend
was talking about.

Once again, Jimmy opened the door to their room as quietly as he could. He
went over to the closet, found the percolator and the can of coffee and
turned to set them up on the coffee table in front of the couch. He found
the extension cord, and the disposable filter. After measuring out three
large tablespoons of coffee, he took the pot, walked over to the small hand
basin in the corner and, making as little noise as he could under the
circumstances, he filled the pot three quarters full of water. After pouring
the water into the top of the machine, he put the pot back in it's proper
position and turned the machine on.

As he went about getting the morning coffee ready, Jimmy would periodically
glance up at the bed and his sleeping giant. He recalled what had happened
in the shower last night between Emmett and Dominic. Although the sleeping
boy-man looked peaceful in his slumber, Jimmy knew by having seen it, that
Emmett had both a lot of speed and power. He didn't think this was someone
he wanted to piss off.

He was watching the bed when he saw Emmett kick down the blanket bringing
his entire beautiful, naked body into view. Jimmy thought for a moment that
Emmett was awake but he wasn't. But if the boy-man wasn't up and at them,
his behemoth certainly was. Jimmy walked silently to the bed and just stood
there letting his eyes slowly wander up and down the beautiful body finally
coming to rest looking at Emmett's fully awake equipment. As gently as he
could, he climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside his giant. He gently
laid his head back on his chest where it had spent the entire night. He
stared down at the one eyed monster that looked back at him. He gently
brought his hand up and wrapped his fingers around the thick ivory column
rising out of the dense forest of blond pubic hair. His fingers could not
close around the column. He marveled at the warmth of it, the size of it.
Lifting his head and making sure that he did not touch Emmett, he worked his
way down the bed so that he was now positioned directly above the object of
his curiosity. Pulling the cock away from Emmett's stomach, Jimmy bent his
head down, opened his mouth and slowly, gently, one might even say lovingly,
guided the large circumcised head into his mouth. As his lips sealed in the
head, he let his tongue lazily wash over the leaking eye.

"Pussy cat! Pussy cat! Where have you been?", asked the giant without
opening his eyes.

Jimmy near panicked at the sound of the voice. He tried to raise himself off
Emmett's equipment but Emmett was certainly much faster than he and his big
hand came up to rest on Jimmy's head. His one big hand held Jimmy exactly
where he was.

"Now is that any way to treat your new found friend?" asked Emmett looking
down at a frightened Jimmy. "Remember, Jimmy", he said barely above a
whisper, "What goes up, has to go down. Why don't you see if you can make it
go down".

Not wanting to scare the boy any more than he was, Emmett removed his hand
from the back of Jimmy's head. He moved it so that it now joined the other
behind his head on the pillow. Then, he spread his legs wide apart. "Why
don't you lay between my legs, Jimmy, and explore. There's 9 and ¾ inches
for you to satisfy your curiosity."

Looking up into Emmett's eyes, Jimmy told him what Jeffery had said about
the 9:00 a.m. breakfast. Emmett looked over at the alarm clock on his night
stand. "It's only 10 minutes to eight, Jimmy, we have all the time in the
world. Now, Pussy cat, go for the cream."

Jimmy needed no further encouragement. Moving himself around so that he was
now laying directly between Emmett's legs, he again took the behemoth
between his fingers, pulled it away from Emmett's stomach and lowering his
head, he stuck out his tongue. He began to work his way up the beautiful
shaft before him. He was slow and deliberate in his adoration of the phallic
column in his possession. He knew that he was having an effect because every
now and again Emmett emitted small groans of, what Jimmy assumed, was
pleasure. Up, down and around the leaking head, his slick tongue went time
and time again. But he was getting as excited as his giant. He knew that if
he kept this up much longer he was going to blow his own load without having
touched himself. So, he changed tactics. He wasn't sure he could open his
mouth wide enough to take all of Emmett into his throat. He certainly wanted
to but swallowing 9 and ¾ inches was going to be no small feat.

Pulling his knees under him, Jimmy sat up above his toy of fascination.
Wrapping both hands around the ivory column, he opened his mouth wide and
began to descend, taking in about a third of the big cock at first try.
Resting with part of Emmett's big cock in his mouth for a few seconds to get
used to the feeling, he then began to lift his head up so that only the big
cock head remained sealed between his lips and then he lowered his head
again. This time, he took in a little more. He did this several times
before, it seems, his giant lost patience.

"It's going to take you a little while to be able to take it all, Jimmy",
said Emmett as he moved his hands down to place them on either side of
Jimmy's head. He gently, but firmly, twisted Jimmy's head to the right so
that Jimmy fell over onto his side. "I love what you're doing but you're
driving me nuts." he said rolling onto his side. "I'm not going to hurt you,
Jimmy, but, if you let me, I'm going to fuck your face and bring us both
off."

Jimmy trusted Emmett. He nodded his head. Then, in the same position he had
found himself last night in the shower room when he was kneeling before
Emmett, he found himself again staring directly at Emmett's big cock. Slowly
Emmett pulled Jimmy's head toward the object of his desire. Jimmy opened his
mouth even before the big cock head reached his lips.

"Now, pussy cat, we're going for the cream.", whispered Emmett as he slid
his big cock into the warm and inviting mouth. With the boys head laying on
his right leg, Emmett slid his left leg over Jimmy's head, almost locking
him in place. He then started a slow but deliberate in and out motion. While
he was determined to reward the boy with a bellyful of cream, Emmett wasn't
about to ram his entire length into the boy because he knew that all that
would achieve was a bout of gagging and sputtering. There would be time
enough, he thought, to teach this boy to deep throat, but not this morning.
He continued his thrust and reverse movement, speeding up as he felt the
tingling sensation begin just behind his balls. Except for the power
facefuck he had given Dom last night, it had been a long time since he had
had someone swinging on his dick. He was enjoying this early morning blow
job. It was better than his hand beating his morning wood. He could get used
to this if he let himself. Higher and higher he climbed the ladder of his
personal excitement as he primed his pump. Jimmy was doing an admirable job
taking it. He wasn't gagging. And then, it happened, suddenly and
forcefully. The creamy liquid began jetting up the tube.

"Open wide, Pussy cat", Emmett growled as he thrust about half of his big
cock into the sucking boys face, "here comes the cream. Holy Fucking hell!",
he grunted aloud as his big cock began to spurt and, with pinpoint accuracy,
delivered shot after creamy shot of warm, thick cream directly to the back
of Jimmy's throat. For his part, Jimmy never even thought about it, as his
mouth filled, he just swallowed. His concentration was so focused on
receiving Emmett's load, the first load given to him by his new protector,
that he didn't realize he was also spitting his own cream across the sheets
crumpled beneath him.

After the last of the cream had left Emmett's tube, they lay still for a few
minutes basking in the glow of their first mind numbing moment together.
Emmett, for his part, now knew that he had no novice nursing on his
deflating cock. He knew he was going to have to get to the bottom of the
kid's story.  And, Jimmy who was making sure that not one single tiny drop
of Emmett's life giving nectar was missed, was simply hoping that he had
pleased his giant.

Suddenly, Emmett rolled onto his back and sniffed the aroma of coffee
filling the air. "Okay, pussy cat", he said looking down at Jimmy who was
rolling over onto his stomach, "let's see if you make good coffee." Just
like the proverbial cat, Jimmy slowly rose up from the bed bending his head
down and kissing the now soft cock. He worked his way up Emmett's succulent
torso, sucking and nibbling every few centimeters. "Will that be one lump or
two?", he playfully asked. Emmett looked at his alarm clock. "Shit", he said
aloud but at the same time smiled to himself. He realized that Jimmy had
been satisfying his curiosity for almost an hour.

Knowing that they had a 9:00 o'clock deadline, Emmett decided that he would
forgo his regular morning shower. He told Jimmy that they would shower later
when they decided what they were going to do after breakfast. He didn't
bother with his underwear. He just slipped on his jeans, taking care to tuck
his equipment out of the way of the zipper. He pulled a sweater that had
been neatly folded on the couch over his head. He sat down on the couch
where Jimmy handed him his steaming coffee mug. Only after he noticed that
Emmett was not making any strange faces, did he begin to dress himself.

"Shit, pussy cat", he said after taking a sip and looking up to smile at
Jimmy. "You can make decent coffee too".

Jimmy quickly got himself dressed. Once he was ready, he tore apart the bed
intending to pick up clean sheets on his way back from breakfast. Emmett
downed the last of his first cup, walked over to the small hand sink to
rinse it out and set it down again on the coffee table. "I'll have another
when we come back", he said turning and walking to the door. Jimmy jumped up
and began to follow. Perhaps it was instinct, the instinct of survival but
whatever it was, that something told him that unless Emmett was directly
talking to him, he was always to walk slightly behind him. He had once seen
Jeffery walking with his senior boy and remembered that Jeffrey always
walked close but not too close and a little behind. Whether this was the
right or wrong way to do things didn't matter to Jimmy. He knew that Emmett
would tell him what to do if he wasn't doing something right.

They went down the stairwell to the ground floor dining room. There was
no-one on the stairs. Perhaps, thought Jimmy, our clock's wrong and we're
running late. But that wasn't the case at all. As Emmett opened the door to
the dining hall, all 61 of the 62 residents present jumped up and began
clapping and cheering. It was their small way of thanking him for putting
that house bully, Dominic, in his place. They might not have known the
details of what happened the night before but they knew that Dominic was
taken down a peg or two and they all knew, thanks to that little
blabbermouth Jeffery, that Emmett was the one responsible. After a few
moments of pure pandemonium , the Assistant Director began restoring order.
Once all the boys were seated again, Emmett led Jimmy to the large table in
the back of the room where several of the older boys sat. There was only one
space available. Emmett wasn't going to take this shit from anyone. The
house would know that Jimmy was his property and where he went, Jimmy went.
Emmett looked down at the senior sitting next to the empty chair and flicked
his head to the left. The young guy sitting on the other side of the senior
was suddenly poked in the ribs. Quickly, he got up and found another empty
chair on another table. The senior moved over to the now vacant chair. As
Jimmy was waiting for a place to sit to become available, he looked about
the room and over the tables where the older boys normally sat, he noticed
Dominic was not there this morning.

As Emmett chatted with his friends, Jimmy interrupted him only once to ask
him what he wanted for breakfast. Emmett gave him his order and he went
about getting their breakfast from the food line. Now that Emmett was home
and had clearly indicated to the residents that Jimmy was his, the rest of
the boys including some of the older ones talked, joked and laughed with
him. He now had a place in the boys hierarchy. Towards the end of the
breakfast, M. Hynes made a few housekeeping announcements but there was
nothing major planned for the next week. At the clap of his hands, the boys
all stood up and began to leave the room. Emmett was taking his time taking
with Kevin, the senior who lived in Room 9 next door to them. Jimmy started
to talk with Bruce who was the boy sharing the room with Kevin. Bruce was
slightly older by about 6 months and had only recently turned 14. They
seemed to hit it off right away and promised they would catch up with each
other later in the day if their Seniors allowed it. As Emmett was leaving
the dining room, Mr. Hynes stepped forward and stuck out his hand.

"The boys really appreciate you're having put things to rights", he said
shaking Emmett's hand.
"Well he crossed the line", replied Emmett. "By the way, where is he this
morning?"
"Ah, yes", said Mr. Hynes. "Well, after last night, I called his uncle and
suggested that he needed a day out with the family. The good man was only
too obliging and picked him up at 8:00 this morning. And by the way, Emmett,
I want to.........."

"No need", said Emmett cutting him off in mid sentence lest unnecessary ears
hear anything they shouldn't. " Maybe some day I'll let you take me to the
Unicorn Club, to return the favour." As soon as he said that name, the blood
seemed to drain from Mr. Hynes face. Emmett left him standing there in the
middle of the hall working at composing himself. He turned to look behind
him for Jimmy and with the flick of his head indicated they should leave.

On their way back up to the room, Jimmy stopped at the laundry closet to
pick up fresh sheets, pillow cases and towels. When they entered their room,
Emmett went to pour himself another cup of coffee while Jimmy busied himself
making up the bed. "You're not my servant or my houseboy, Jimmy." said
Emmett. "I have been doing and can do most things for myself."

"But I want to",  replied Jimmy as he began beating the crap out of a
pillow. "I hope that's not my head you're onto", asked Emmett with a slight
chuckle as he sat down to enjoy his second cup of coffee. Not expecting
Jimmy to answer, he watched him as he went about straightening up the room.
"So", he asked putting his mug down and putting his hands up to lock his
fingers behind his head, "What would you like to do today? We can go out
today providing we tell the cook whether we will or will not be back for
supper. So, what would you like to do?"

"Oh! I don't know." said Jimmy continuing to fuss about. "I've never been
anywhere else in the City except my grandmother's house over in Blenheim."

"Really?"

" Really", replied Jimmy. The only part of the City I've ever seen is
whatever we could see as we went from the County train terminal down near
the Queen Street bridge to Blenheim by city bus.

"So, you've never been in the Old City?", said Emmett more a statement of
fact rather than a question.

"Well." said Emmett standing and removing his sweater revealing that
beautifully sculptured upper body Jimmy so loved to feast his eyes on. "I
just love the Old City. When I was in school, I did a project on it. The
more I got to know about it's history, the more I wanted to see.", he said
as he undid his jeans and slid them down his well muscled legs. He now stood
in all his naked glory before his young pupil. "So, Jimmy, what do you say
that after we take our shower, we go down to the Old City for the day. I'll
be your guide and your teacher at the same time. You'll see all types of
things. Old buildings & Churches with a history to them, all types of
outdoor sidewalk cafes, musicians, painters, photographers and buskers.
We'll make a day of it."

Emmett walked to the side of the bed to pick up one of the towels Jimmy had
still not put away. He just stood there looking down at Jimmy sitting on the
edge of the bed. There's an awful lot about this kid I could get to like, he
thought to himself. Reaching down, he lifted Jimmy's head up to look at him.
"Jimmy, if you don't stop staring, I'm going to nervous that it's going to
fall off."

"But, I really like staring at you. You're so well built.", he said. "You
look like that statue of David I saw only you have hair on your front and
you have a ripped stomach. that the David Statue doesn't have. I wish I
could look like you some day.", he said reaching up with his smaller hands
to slide them through the hair on Emmett's chest.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Jimmy but, if you don't stop, my thing is
going to get hard again and if it gets hard again, you'll lose the rest of
the morning making it go down."

"I don't think that would be so bad", said Jimmy as Emmett pulled him into a
standing position.

"Let's go", replied Emmett ruffling the hair on the top of Jimmy's head.
Jimmy stripped and wrapping a towel around his middle, followed him out the
door.

There were two other boys in the shower when Emmett and Jimmy stepped under
the water. Emmett talked to both of them and neither boy seemed to pay any
attention when Jimmy began to lather up Emmett's back.  With their showers
finished they went back to their room, finished drying, got dressed and went
down to the kitchen so that Emmett could inform the cook that they would not
be in for supper. Then, leaving Jimmy alone in the entrance hall for a
moment, he went to see the Assistant Director.

The trip down to the Old City was an exciting experience for Jimmy. And, for
an older boy-man who, under normal circumstances, might have found something
either more interesting or important to do on a Saturday, Emmett seemed to
thoroughly enjoy pointing out all the sites to him as they passed them by.
Upon reaching the outskirts of the Old City, where the buses did not travel,
Emmett started Jimmy on a wonderful day long walking experience of
discovery. One Church they visited, for example, was known as the Mariner's
Church but the official name was "Our Lady of the Seas". Inside there were
some absolutely stunning, almost perfect scale replicas of some of the
beautiful sailing ships of the past complete with sails hanging, cutters
being swung out, cannons in place and miniature people standing on the
quarterdeck. Emmett had a personal love affair with the days of wooden ships
and iron men as Jimmy well knew because he had dusted and arranged all of
his books by their series in his book case. Emmett could recite the history
of each ship they saw whether it was a merchantman, a whaler or a ship of
war. And, to prove to Jimmy that he wasn't just telling him a bullshit story
to pass the time, he picked up different brochures that detailed the history
of the replica collection and the Church.

Lunch was just as exciting as they sat at a front table at a sidewalk cafe
and watched the performers in the middle of the square. There were jugglers,
fire breathers, people on stilts and musicians. There was even a magician
who walked along the front tables of the different cafes and performed
little tricks. He made silver coins disappear from his hands only to
reappear somewhere on Jimmy's person. It was a great show and when they
left, Jimmy saw Emmett throw a $10.00 bill into the hat on the ground in
front of the jugglers. When Emmett saw the surprise on Jimmy's face, he
shrugged and said, "They have to eat, too. And, they entertained you, didn't
they?"

During the afternoon, they listened to an impromptu concert given by a High
School band visiting the area, toured several museums and trinket shops and
periodically grabbed an ice cream cone or a pop. When supper time rolled
around, Emmett told Jimmy that he was going to stop by a cousins place for a
while. So once again they walked to the edge of the Old City and took a bus
that would take them up the mountainside.  Three quarters of the way up the
mountain, Emmett with Jimmy in tow exited the bus. They walked a block or so
to a very new looking apartment building. Taking a key from his pocket,
Emmett unlocked the entrance door, punched a number into the keypad beside
the door and waited for the inside door to open. Once inside the lobby, a
guard greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Sir.", intoned the guard who was an older, rather dignified
gentleman in a nice dark blue uniform. The owners valued their privacy and
no-one was allowed into the building unless they were an owner, accompanied
an owner or the Guard rang up to see if the visitor was expected.

"How are you doing today, Francis?", asked Emmett being familiar with the
man.

"My embalmer does a wonderful job each morning , Sir, so I have no
complaints", replied the guard with a chuckle.

"Remind me to take his name and address, Francis. I may need his services
one day."

"Not likely, Sir. He's older than us both together." They both broke out
laughing at the little joke between them while Jimmy just watched this
unusual exchange.

"Your cousin left yesterday morning for Europe, I believe", the guard
informed him.
"Yes", he told me earlier in the week. "I just hope he remembered to stock
the refrigerator before he left."
"Well, he and Andrew did come back with groceries on Thursday afternoon so I
expect he did", said Francis as he pressed the button to summon the
elevator.

"Is Andrew in today?".

" I haven't seen him since yesterday, Sir. Perhaps he is enjoying a little
time off while Mr. Michael travels, yet again."

"Maybe so", replied Emmett as the doors of the elevator opened. "I'll give
him a ring when I get upstairs."

"Very good, Sir. Enjoy yourself and you too young man", he said addressing
himself to Jimmy.

The doors closed and Emmett pushed the button for the 15th floor.

"What is this place?", asked Jimmy once the doors closed.

"My cousin, Michael, has a condominium apartment here as you will soon see.
He is a specialist in International Law and is sought after by Governments
all over the world so he is forever travelling. But now, as he gets older,
he is beginning to pick and choose his caseload. I don't think he is
travelling as much as he used to." said Emmett.

"And who's Andrew?", asked Jimmy following up on that name he had heard.

"Andrew is Michael's manservant, cook, bottle washer, driver on occasion who
looks after him. But, when he is not working, he has his own little
apartment near by. I think Andrew has worked for Michael maybe nearly 30
years. He has been around as long as I can remember."

"But if he is not here, why are we visiting?", asked Jimmy.

"Well", replied Emmett placing his had on Jimmy's shoulder. "Two years ago
when I turned 16, Michael gave me a key to this place and told me I could
come and go as I please. So", he said looking at Jimmy and squeezing his
shoulder. "I do."

"That's nice", replied Jimmy patiently waiting for the elevator to reach the
designated floor.

Soon enough, the elevator arrived at their floor. The door almost silently
opened. But it didn't open into a hallway as Jimmy expected. Rather it
opened facing another door. Emmett took a second key from his pocket and
inserted it into the lock. Then again, he punched in a series of numbers
that unlocked the door. "As you can see", noted Emmett, "this is no ordinary
elevator. There are, in fact, 4 doors and the elevator door in front of the
apartment you are entering opens. And, no sooner had he spoken those words,
the inner door unlocked and Emmett pushed it open. He led the way into
Michael's living space. The elevator door would not close until Emmett and
Jimmy were safely inside the apartment and the front door was closed.

"Holy Cow!", was all Jimmy could say as he walked to the sliding doors
leading to the balcony. "What a view."

"Nice, isn't it?" commented Emmett. "I bet we can see clear across the river
to your village from this height. Remember, we are three quarters the way up
the mountainside."

"I don't know", replied Jimmy, "but you can certainly see far. I never
realized that it was so beautiful from up here."

After Emmett had pointed out all the sites they could see from the balcony,
he took Jimmy on a tour of the place.

In this apartment, condo or whatever it was called, Jimmy noticed one thing.
There were pictures of Emmett on the mantle of the beautiful fireplace
heater with an older man. When Emmett showed him the bedrooms, Jimmy noticed
that two of the very large bedrooms, his and his cousin's, were each self
sufficient with a complete bathroom. In the room that was Emmett's bedroom,
he again noticed that the walls had real paintings, not prints, not
pictures, nor posters of pop stars or girls but real paintings of ships of
sail. The top of the dresser and the shelf above his king size bed were
covered with pictures of Emmett and other people including the older man
he'd seen on the fireplace. Jimmy wondered why he had found no such pictures
in Emmett's room at the Boys Home.

The third bedroom, actually the bedroom in the middle, had been converted
into a well appointed office. This was where Michael did his work. There was
a computer with a three screens, the first that Jimmy had ever seen. There
was a bathroom adjacent to this room which was accessible for visitors from
the main hallway. Off the kitchen was a large formal dining room with a
table that was laid out with 8 chairs. The kitchen was modern with an island
configuration and any chef would have been proud to call it his or her own.
There was another balcony off the kitchen area. Half of this balcony had
been screened in and obviously it was used in the summer time as a dining
area.

When they walked back into the kitchen from this balcony, Emmett went
directly to the large refrigerator. He opened the freezer part of the
refrigerator. "Oh, Great!  We've got mini pizzas for supper", he said
carrying the box over to the counter. For the next few moments, he busied
himself putting their supper on. Jimmy watched him turn on the oven, spray
the flat tray, set the oven timer and slide in the pizzas. He then led Jimmy
back to the living room.

"So", he said leading Jimmy to the couch, " Would you like to watch some
telly or a movie?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm", replied Jimmy playfully. "Maybe, I'd rather let my curiosity
run wild again, like I did when I woke you up this morning", he said as he
slid his hands under Emmett's sweater.
Emmett didn't resist him. He just let himself fall over so that his head
came to rest on the arm of the couch. Jimmy took two of the couch pillows
and lifting Emmett's head placed them behind his upper back.

"What time do we have to start back for the Home?", he asked sliding
Emmett's sweater higher so that he could run his tongue through his lovely,
thick chest hair.

"I told Mr. Hynes we'd be back tomorrow sometime."

"Well, then. We don't have to rush, do we?", Jimmy said as he continued to
slowly push Emmett's arms above his head intending to get the sweater off.
As he was pushing the sweater up, he was following with his tongue. And then
one wet arm pit of dark golden hair came into view. Jimmy, not wasting any
time, climbed up Emmett's beautiful body so that he could get comfortable.
He slowly lowered his head being drawn down to his prize by the aroma of
male stink. The man smell of sweat combined with, body oil and testosterone
was intoxicating. It was a smell that served Jimmy as an aphrodisiac all the
rest of his life.

"No, we don't", whispered Emmett beginning to relax. He reached up with the
remote in his other hand, noted the time on the clock above the
entertainment centre as 6:30 p.m., aimed it at the television and pressed a
button. The beautiful strains of classical music enveloped the room. Any
thoughts of the pizzas in the oven the two young men might have had,
silently evaporated into thin air. Thank God, he thought, placing the remote
back on the coffee table, the oven will shut off when the timer rings.