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"Matthew! How delightful! We were so afraid you wouldn't be able to come. And, this stunningly handsome young man must be the famous Timothy Cameron. All we've heard from Matt for a week and a half has been that his son was coming. And, here you are!"
Tim felt a little overwhelmed by the effusiveness of Mrs. Winston's welcome as he and his father stood in the doorway to their apartment. The woman was dressed elegantly and had a warm and inviting smile. He allowed her to kiss his cheek before replying, "Pleased to meet you."
"Dorothy! How was the luncheon today?" Matt asked, kissing the lady on the cheek as they entered. Dorothy closed the door and shook her head.
"Boring as Hell. The same tired old rich widows trying to out-snob each other. God, why do people insist on these dreadful fund-raisers? Just write the damn check and forego all the tiresome bitchiness."
She looked down at the boy as his grin faded.
“I’m sorry to hear about your son,” he said.
“Oh, how sweet,” she replied. “Thank you. You know, your father was a blessing during Kevin’s illness. He was one the few people who didn’t abandon Kevin when he became sick. And, he was a Godsend to us.”
She paused a moment and then grabbed Tim's shoulder, declaring, "Come, dear. You have to meet everyone! Matthew, go get a drink and make yourself entertaining while I show off this adorable boy."
Tim was almost speechless as Mrs. Winston took him around the gigantic living room. It was as large as Matt's entire apartment and full of people. It was some time before he was finished answering questions about his new life and his old. He noted with delight that the women all seemed to mother him and at least half the men seemed to lust for him. By the time they had made their way back toward the bar, Matt was talking with Mr. Winston, a plump man with a genial face, who winked at the boy as he continued his conversation. Tim prepared himself a Coke, into which one of the guests, a very gay-looking man, to Tim's eye, quickly added some rum behind Matt's back. He sipped and carefully listened.
"I tell you, Matt, this story could break wide open any time. You need to jump on it. Wiley's going to announce for Governor before the end of the year. The right wing and the religious conservatives are already raising money for him. If you break the story in GayView that the Republican Party's favorite District Attorney is banging boys in a child-sex ring, you will make your career."
"Wiley takes no prisoners. This could be dangerous."
Mr. Winston nodded.
"That's why you have to be sure of your sources. But, my connections tell me this is definite. I'll give you some names and you can take it from there."
"I'll run it by my editor Monday, but I don't think he'll have a problem with it. I've got to finish a piece on AIDS funding under Reagan and Bush and an interview with the lover of a gay teacher in Arkansas who's in a coma after some rednecks attacked him."
"I think this story will be much more important."
Matt glanced to the side and saw Tim standing alone, pretending not to listen. He put an arm around the boy and said, with a wink to the man, "This is my son, who's already learning the tricks of being a good investigative reporter, like how not to appear to be eavesdropping."
Tim blushed and Mr. Winston smiled.
"I wasn't listening. Besides, I don't know who you're talking about."
Mr. Winston leaned over and said softly to Matt, "This needs to be kept quiet."
"I know," said Matt. "Tim and I will have a serious talk about this later."
Tim was about to assure them that he would not repeat what he heard when Jason suddenly appeared and declared, "Oh, you boring old things. You aren't putting this sweet boy to sleep with another political discussion, are you?"
As Tim giggled, Matt shook his head.
"You aren't just now getting here, are you? You left the restaurant before we did."
Jason tilted his head to the side and said, "We had to stop at the pharmacy on the way."
"Oh," Matt replied dryly. "I'm sure you did."
Jason raised an eyebrow and declared, "Ooh, listen to Girlfriend getting all Jerry Falwell on us. Honey, you've kept them in business for the last five years."
"Are you sick?" Tim asked, to which Matt stifled a laugh. Jason narrowed his eyes at the man before patting Tim on the head and declaring. "Sweet boy. No, I am not well."
He turned dramatically and then looked back, announcing, "But, I will be. Now, come along, Spawn, and we'll go show you off."
As Jason took Tim around the room on another tour of the guests, he was amazed at how often people offered to refresh his rum and Coke. Jason permitted it only twice, but after they had made the tour, Tim was quite happy with life when Jason led him outside to one of the balconies.
"Ooh, it's cold!" Tim declared as they leaned against the railing and gazed down twenty-eight floors.
Jason wrapped his arms around the boy and asked, "Is that better?"
"Mmmm, said the boy, snuggling into the man.
"You know," said Jason, "I'm really not as nelly as I act. I just do that around your dad because it drives him crazy."
Tim giggled and Jason continued.
"We like to tease him because he's so serious sometimes and then he turns around and becomes Party Animal."
In an old-fashioned announcer's voice, he intoned, "By day, he's Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a major national magazine. But, at night, he becomes... Supercock!"
Tim burst out laughing as Jason hugged him and chuckled. The boy turned around facing Jason and wrapped his arms around him. Jason turned so that he was blocking Tim from the cold west wind.
"Your dad is really someone very special and we all love him very much."
Tim looked up and said, "You saved Dad's life."
Jason smiled sadly.
"Well, I had to. I couldn't afford the rent where I was living and he had promised to move in."
Tim shook his head.
"You saved his life. How come you and Dad aren't still together?"
Jason sighed and looked out at the towers of downtown before them.
"Well, I suppose neither one of us was really ready to settle down yet. I know I wasn't. I think he is now, though."
"Maybe you can get together now."
Jason looked down at the boy in mock horror.
"Oh, my God. You've been here all of a day and a half and you're already turning into Yentl."
Jason rolled his eyes dramatically and declared, "Miss Thing, how are you going to live around all these gay men if you don't know your Streisand?"
"Well," Tim replied in similar fashion, "I guess you'll just have to teach me!"
He leaned into Jason and could feel a hardness forming in the man's pants. He smiled coyly up at him and Jason pinched his nose.
"Listen, I brought you out here to tell you some things about Mattie. First, he's the best friend I have in the whole wide world and there isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. He's the sweetest person ever and will do anything he can to make you happy, Spawn. So..."
He placed a finger on Tim's nose.
"Please, please, don't take advantage of him. Don't hurt him. Because if you do, I'll have to snip your little cajones off and feed them to the evil Republicans."
"I don't think I'm going to be having any babies so..."
"I don't think you will, either. Frankly, you make your father look like butch."
Tim barked an outraged, "What?" but Jason continued with a wink.
"But, sometimes, those little things can be fun. And, in your case, they probably are little."
"Bitch," Tim replied with a grin, feeling a thrill at being one of the guys.
Jason kissed his forehead.
"Anyway, just so you understand. I don't really know you, so I have to look out for my Mattie. Second, I don't know if... um, you know, you two... last night... maybe..."
Tim suddenly blushed and looked down in embarrassment. Jason nodded, his question answered. He leaned down and whispered in Tim's ear, "Matt loves to cuddle. That's the secret to getting to Matt. He loves romance and cuddling and snuggling and kissing and all that icky stuff. It just sends him over the edge."
Tim was still blushing, but he looked up shyly and smiled.
"And," Jason added with a nasty lear, "if you want to make him scream, play with his titties."
"What?" Tim asked incredulously.
"You know, rub his titties. Like this."
Jason slipped his hands inside Tim's vest and as he placed his thumbs over Tim's nipples, he began to rub them. They started to stiffen and rise through the cloth of the turtleneck and Tim's entire body jerked as if a sudden jolt of electricity had shot through it. His eyes grew wide and his mouth opened as he gasped and then, groaned.
"Uh, uh oh my God!"
His eyes rolled upward and his head rolled sideways as Jason took the boy's nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
"I don't believe it," he whispered. "That's exactly what Mattie does. You and he are exactly alike. It's amazing."
Almost instantly, Tim became hard and was about to completely lose control when the sliding glass door behind them opened and the boy heard his father's voice declare, "What the Hell's going on out here? You aren't seducing my son, are you?"
Jason grinned as he discreetly removed his hands from Tim's titties and replied, "No. I was just telling your spawn about the time back in '81 when you went up to that policeman checking ID's in the bar and announced that you just adore a man in uniform."
"Oh, dear," Matt replied with a shake of the head. "I don't even remember how I got out that one."
"I do," Jason answered as Tim struggled to regain his composure. "It cost me a hundred bucks and a blow job in the squad car."
"Oh, yeah," Matt said with a reminiscent smile. "Yeah, those were good times."
Jason rolled his eyes and gently pushed Tim toward the door.
"Go inside, child, and look for Auntie Stevie and tell him I need a Pink Pussy. And, be sure to say it in a very loud voice so that you scandalize several of the old cadavers in there. Mommy needs to talk to Daddy for a moment."
Giggling, Tim thrust his hands into the pockets of his pants to hide his boner and went back inside.
"So, what were you talking about?" Matt asked. "Were you seducing my son?"
"We were discussing you, if you must know. I was giving him some advice. By the way," he said as he reached into his pants pocket, withdrawing a small white envelope. "This is for you and Tim."
"What is it?" Matt asked warily.
"Just a little something I picked up at the 'pharmacy.' It's called MDMA. My therapist uses it with me. It stimulates production of seratonin and it's perfect for two people who need to get to know each other. It makes you empathic and very understanding. It also has the side-effect of making any physical contact more intense."
"Wait a minute. This is ecstasy!"
"Of course it is. You and I did it last June. You said it was the best sex you'd had in years."
"You want me to give illegal drugs to my son and have sex with him? He's ten!"
"He's almost eleven."
"Oh, well! Excuse me."
Jason shook his head.
"Who said anything about sex. Look, you both pop one of these and sit on the couch and snuggle and talk. Believe me, you will not regret it."
“This isn’t the same therapist you’ve been bonking off and off since April?”
“He’s been a great help, thank you. It’s amazing how he relieves my stress.”
Matt slipped the envelope into his pocket and said, "I'll save it for someone else."
Jason shook his head.
"He's a very open boy."
"Yeah, I noticed. I'm a little worried about just how open he is."
"I think you may have to watch him."
"And, you, too!" Matt said as he turned to the door. Jason put his fists on his hips.
"I resent your implication."
Matt turned around and kissed Jason long and hard, pushing his tongue into his ex's mouth. When he was finished, he gently grabbed Jason's crotch and, satisfied that he had given the man a raging erection, smiled and went inside.
As they rode the elevator up to their apartment, Tim leaned against Matt and hugged him. The man smiled down at the boy and kissed him on the head.
"Everyone seemed to be taken with you, tonight," he said. Tim simply smiled and snuggled as the elevator slowed and came to a stop. "I think you're a hit."
As the door opened, Tim looked up and said, "Things are so different now."
He followed his father out of the elevator and down the hall.
"I mean, everyone was so mean to me before. Jack hated me. Mom didn't seem to care. The kids at school always made fun of me. Randy and Eric were my only friends. Now I have you, and you love me. And, Jason loves me and your friends all like me and I'm going to go to a school where the other kids will like me. And, I don't have to pretend anymore. I mean, I can talk about gay stuff and not worry."
They stopped at the door and as Matt inserted the key, Tim whispered, "And, I have a dad who loves me."
Matt smiled and led him in. Once the door was closed, he picked the boy up and kissed him on the lips. Putting him down, he wrapped his arms around him and said softly, "I will do whatever I can to make sure you're happy and taken care of and loved, my sweet boy. I love you and I will take care of you. You never have to worry or be afraid again."
He hung their coats in the closet and led him in the dark down the hallway to the bedroom. Tim sat on the corner of the bed and watched as Matt lit the candles on the two bed tables.
"Are you ready for bed?" Matt asked as he pulled his sweater over his head. Tim nodded and slipped off his loafers. Matt picked them up and set them beside the suitcases. Tim had already removed his vest as he returned and started unbuttoning his own shirt. Neither said anything as they undressed, though they frequently glanced at each other and smiled.
When they were both down to only their slacks, Tim stood facing Matt at the foot of the bed. In the warm, soft light of the candles, his skin seemed to have a golden sheen to it. The angelic look on his face lit a fire within Matt, who felt himself begin to grow erect. As Matt unzipped his slacks, Tim mirrored his actions. Both their slacks fell to the floor. Matt didn't bother to pick them up and set them aside.
They were both standing before each other in only their briefs. Tim, as usual, was rigidly erect, his penis pushing out the cloth of his tight briefs. Matt's cock, pointed downward, was growing outward and Tim's eyes watched as it pushed forward. He looked up at Matt and the uncertainty of the previous evening dissipated. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic band of his underwear and pushed them downward. As his penis snapped upward, the shorts fell to his feet atop the slacks. Tim stepped forward.
Matt gazed in awe at the boy. Tim's penis stood out more than three inches, angles upward. It narrowed slightly behind the pink head and the foreskin was pulled back almost to where the head flared outward. The boyish erection seemed to vibrate with the beat of his heart and the little nuggets beneath his cock clung snuggly inside their tight, pink sack. Gazing at the slender legs and arms and the sweet face gazing back worshipfully at him, Matt knew that any doubts he might have had about his intentions had died. Tim standing nude before him, erect, his face full of love, was the most beautiful sight he had ever beheld.
Without hesitation, Matt pulled his underwear down and allowed it to fall to the floor, freeing his cock and allowing it to rise unimpeded to its full eight inches.
Tim gasped as he gazed at his father's erection. He had never before seen a man's penis hard and erect. It was beautiful to him, long and thin like his, the head slightly wider than the white shaft, pink behind the head and back to the circumcision. The man's balls seemed huge to Tim, hanging just below the penis. He stared at the red hair around the base and on the balls. He desperately wanted to feel his father's erection, run his hands along the hard long shaft, caress the heavy balls, run his fingers through the hair. He was almost gasping.
He looked up at his father's face and saw a smile of pure love. He returned it and was about to step forward when the smile on his father's face changed slightly. Tim was confused for a moment, until he saw the evil look in Matt's eyes and the smile turn into a nasty grin.
"No," Tim whispered. Then, unable to stop his giggles, he screamed, "No!" and turned. Quickly, he ran around the bed, Matt followed in hot pursuit. Tim sprinted across the bed and ran from the room, giggling in delight and fear.
"Come back here, you little brat!" Matt yelled as he ran toward the hall.
"Old man!" Tim replied as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Matt ran into the living room, quickly surveying the scene in the dim lights through the balcony doors.
"I'll get you my pretty," he declared in his best Margaret Hamilton impression. "And, your little dog, too!"
Tim was hiding somewhere, though he couldn't tell where.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are."
He heard a stifled giggle from behind the kitchen counter and immediately ran toward the dining area. Tim screamed, "No!" and took off running, his hard little cock bouncing stiffly before him, around and into the living room. Matt immediately reversed course and ran directly into the giggling boy beside the couch. Tim screamed as Matt grabbed him and threw him down on the couch.
"Old Man!" Tim taunted between giggles as Matt climbed atop his legs. Matt immediately began to poke and prod the boy's sensitive ribcage and as Tim writhed and struggled, he screamed, "No!" as he fought to breath between laughs.
"Say you're sorry!" Matt said as he grabbed Tim's wrists. Forcing the boy's arms upward above his head, he held the wrists against the armrest and gazed downward at the struggling boy.
"Never!" Tim shrieked. He gazed up at Matt with wild eyes, helpless, his underarms fully exposed, his penis even more rigid, if that were possible, than before. As Matt grinned down at him, Tim twisted and fought, though not very hard, Matt thought. Tim watched, his eyes growing wide with anticipation and fear as Matt brought the fingers of his right hand closer and closer to the smooth skin of his left underarm, teasing him, taunting him. He began jerking and laughing even before the fingers reached their goal.
"Say you're sorry," Matt said in a song-song voice.
"Yaaaaahhhhh! N-n-n-never! Yahahahahha!! Old Mahahahan!"
Matt teased the boy by running his fingertips across the sensitive skin under his arm. Tim wriggled and cried as his erection bobbed and pulsed stiffly below Matt's. Then Matt resumed his pitiless tickling, poking the boy everywhere, causing him to writhe uncontrollably, screaming and laughing.
"Say you're sorry, or I'll never stop! I can outlast you!"
Matt was amazed at the boy's endurance. No matter how intensely he tickled him, no matter how difficult it was for Tim to breath between shrieks of laughter, he refused to surrender and continued to taunt him.
"Old Man! Yahahahaha! Old Man! Aaaay! Ahahahaha! Old Man!"
The boy was nearly insane with laughter. Matt stopped for a moment to catch his breath and give the boy a break. As Tim gasped and giggled, Matt looked down at the boy's erection and saw, despite all the tickling, despite the boy's struggles, the firm little cock was still as rigid and throbbing as before. It was then that Matt realized the truth. Boys loved to be tickled, but Tim truly loved it. He was getting off on it. He was into it. Tim was trapped and helpless beneath him and the boy was thrilled.
Matt looked downward in amazement as Tim breathlessly taunted him again with the words, "Old Man." Matt reached down with his right hand and grasped Tim's cock for the first time. It was so smooth, so soft, yet so hard.
Tim's face was suddenly transformed into a look of shock. Matt pumped up and down and on the third stroke, the boy's body became stiff and he thrust his hips upward. As Tim loudly groaned, Matt felt the little penis pulsing and throbbing in his hand. Tim's head jerked and twisted with the spasms of his orgasm until, just as quickly as it started, it faded away.
Matt released his son's wrists, but Tim simply laid there, his arms remaining above his head, as he gasped for breath. A look of confusion came over his face and Matt could see the uncertainty in his eyes. Tim didn't understand what had just happened. He knew he had orgasmed, but to do so after being tickled and to enjoy the tickling as much as he had, Matt could see, was clearly a new and confusing experience.
Matt smiled and sat back on the couch. He held a hand out and Tim timidly reached down and took it. Matt pulled him up and Tim slowly crawled atop him straddling his hips. His penis remained rock hard as he sat face-to-face on his father's thighs, his arms around the man's neck. Matt gently caressed Tim's face and whispered his name several times.
Tim was speechless, but his eyes told Matt all he needed to know. Slowly, the boy leaned forward and closed his eyes as his lips met his father's. The two kissed gently and lovingly, Matt's hands holding the slim torso of the boy, delicately, soothingly sliding over the smooth skin.
"I love you, Tim," he finally whispered, breaking the kiss. "I love you."
Tim simply gazed with veneration at his father and then laid his head softly on his shoulder.
"Let's go to bed," Matt whispered into the boy's ear. Tim's only answer was to snuggle closer. Carefully, Matt stood as Tim clung to him, his arms wrapped around Matt's shoulders, his legs around Matt's hips. The man carried Tim through the living room and down the hallway, whispering sweet words in the boy's ears until he reached the bed. With great care and love, he laid his son down, pulled the covers back and then lifted him up, slipping him under and laying down next to him. As he pulled the covers over them, Tim wrapped himself around his father again and Matt rolled on top of the boy.
Gently, they kissed more until Matt rolled back to the side, holding Tim tightly. He could see the boy was falling asleep and he was quite content to lay there with the boy cuddled closely without satisfying his own desire.
And, just before the boy drifted off to sleep, Matt heard a soft, almost inaudible whisper.
"I love you... Old Man."