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"OK. Look toward your left. Good. You're curious. Very curious. You see something in the distance. Ah. You recognize them. It's your favorite person. Wave. You're thrilled to see them. Now flirt. Oh, yes. You sure know how to do that! Put your hand on your hip. Yeah, You know the score. Look like it. Yeah, that's it. I love it, Tim. I love it."
Tim was standing before an off-white back-drop moving through a series of poses as Steve floated around him snapping pictures and issuing commands and compliments. Matt stood behind his friend, marveling at how easily and quickly Tim seemed to adapt to the situation. The boy was grinning and winking as he posed and seemed to be loving the entire experience.
"Oh, Matt. That red paisley looks so much better on him that than blue did last night. He is definitely a spring or summer. Yeah, baby! Love the camera. Give me some coy. Yeah. Flirt with me, sweet thing. Yeah. Flirt with me."
Matt frowned as the session seemed to move from merely advertising style photography to something else. Tim was going with it and getting almost nasty with his eyes and lips. In fact, a very prominent rise was forming in the front of his slacks.
"Oh, feeling good now, aren't ya! Yeah, you're loving it."
"OK," Matt declared as he stepped forward. "That's enough. Go take a break, Tim."
"But, Dad, I'm just starting to get into it."
"Tim, that's not the kind of modeling you're going to be doing."
Matt frowned and Tim cut himself off.
"Go get a Coke or something. I need to talk to Steve for a bit."
Steve smirked in irritation as Tim turned away, pouting. When the boy had disappeared down a hallway in search of a Coke machine, Matt looked at Steve with anger.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm building a sellable portfolio. What are you doing?"
"I'm protecting my son and you're not turning him into a prostitute."
"Oh, for God sake. Get real. I'm not turning him into a prostitute. But, a few sexy pictures won't hurt his chances, especially with Cartman. In fact, a few discreet nudes..."
"If you don't want me to slug you, you'll stop right now."
Steve looked at Matt in shock.
"What the Hell is the matter with you? Is this the same Matt who throws his legs up at the first sign of interest?"
"We're not turning Tim into a porn model."
"No, we're not, but we're not going to get anywhere with Cartman if we don't show him a little skin. And, Tim is the hottest thing I've seen in this town for a long time. Plus, he's a redhead. There aren't that many of them. They're exotic. Tim is perfect!"
"All the more reason we're not going to pimp him. He's beautiful and talented enough that he doesn't need to do that. Besides, where does it stop? Blow jobs in the office? Parties with clients?"
Steve was silent for a moment, but his eyes told Matt exactly what he was thinking.
"Matt, this boy is worth a mint. And, with your help, we can protect him and still make him a star. Within a year, he could be out of here and in New York or LA. He's not going to be happy if he feels you're holding him back. He's hot and he knows it."
"That's only because you and Jason keep drooling all over him."
"And, you. I see the way you look at him, and he at you. You can't tell me you two haven't done it. Why are you suddenly such a prude about this? My God, what about Josh?"
"Josh is sixteen."
"So? He was fourteen when you started."
"Josh doesn't count. He's like the building's catamite or something. Everyone sucks Josh. But, you can't have Tim. We'll do this right. If he makes it, then fine. But, there is so much open to him without him spreading his legs."
Steve crossed his arms and looked at Matt narrowly.
"Don't you think that's up to him?"
"No," Matt replied firmly. "It's not. It's up to his father and I'm his father. As funny as it sounds for the biggest slut at the bar to say, I'm his father and I say no."
"You're not the biggest slut. You have fun. You're nowhere near a slut. You just look down on yourself. Still. But, you know how things are. You can let Tim make some moves and still protect him."
Matt looked up at the doorway of the studio and saw Tim standing there listening. The boy looked uncertainly at his father and started to back up.
"It's OK, Tim. Come here. It's time to go now. How about lunch at Pizza Bomb?"
As the boy tentatively stepped forward, he asked softly, "Can Auntie Stevie come, too?"
Matt looked at his friend, whose eyes were downcast.
"Sure. If he promises not to take any pictures of you peeing in the restroom."
Tim giggled nervously and then smiled with relief as Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Jason was right, last night. You are turning all Jerry Falwell on us."
The chaos of Pizza Bomb was exploding all around them as Matt and Steve sat length-wise in their booth and watched Tim challenging another boy on Donkey-Kong. Steve was sipping his Dr. Pepper as he gazed at the way Tim's butt moved as he fought the joy stick on the machine. Matt noticed and smiled.
"Look, Steve. There's another reason I'm so reticent about Tim pushing the envelope with the modeling thing."
Steve cocked his head to one side, aware that something interesting was about to be revealed.
"Last night, before bed, I was tickling Tim. We were naked and... I was holding his hands up above his head and he wasn't fighting it. He was letting me do it."
"Boys love to be tickled."
"Yeah, that's what I thought at first. But, he was taunting me to continue. And, he never let up. Steve, he was getting into being held down. He was getting into being tickled. He got off on it, so much so that all I had to do was wrap my hand around his cock and that set him off."
"God, I'd have loved to be a fly on the wall for that!"
Matt shook his head.
"You're missing the point. Tim's a submissive. He's a major bottom. He wants to be dominated. I don't think he realizes it yet, because after he came last night, he looked pretty damned confused about what had just happened."
"Was that the first time he ever came?"
Matt shook his head. "But, it was first time, I'm sure, he ever came from being tickled and held down. I think it freaked it him out about. I took him to bed and snuggled him until he was asleep, but I think it disturbed him. I don't want someone taking advantage of him. I think he's particularly vulnerable because he desperately wants love and I think he might too easily confuse everything. If he's going to learn about things, I want it to be from me and not from some pervert in advertising. Do you understand?"
Steve nodded, though he turned away and began to think, watching Tim interact with his partner, an older teenager. The game was over and Tim was looking up at the kid, an angelic smile on his face. The teenager seemed hypnotized for a second before Tim turned and began walking back to their booth. The teenager had a very obvious boner in his jeans.
"See what I mean?" Matt said. But, Steve was deep in thought.
"I can't believe you don't want to go out and do something on a Saturday afternoon," Matt said as he flopped down on the couch next to his son,
"I do want to do something and we're doing it. Playing video games! Besides, it's raining like crazy out there. What could we do?"
"Well, we could go to a movie or the Natural History Museum or... lots of stuff."
"I'm doing what I want to do," said Tim softly with a smile. "I'm playing video games with my dad."
Matt looked down at the boy and felt sudden tears form in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Tim, clinging tightly to him as the realization of his fatherhood swept over him yet again. It was all so hard to believe. Less than two weeks before, he was just an average twenty-eight year-old gay man making up for an impending twenty-ninth birthday by fucking and sucking like a horny twenty-one year-old every dick and ass he could find at the bar. Now, he was playing video games with his son and protecting him from the dangers of the gay world.
After a very long moment, Tim's muffled voice from under Matt's arm asked, "Are you OK, Dad?"
Matt chuckled and sniff.
"Yeah," he said releasing the boy, who shrugged out of the embrace and smiled up at his father. "I'm OK. I'm more than OK. It just hit me hard how lucky I am. Before you came along, I'd probably have spent this afternoon at the bar getting wasted and sucking guys off in the backroom."
"Dad!" Tim declared in mock outrage. Then his face softened and he said, with a nasty leer as his dick began to swell in his jeans, "tell me all about it."
"No, I will not. I will though kick your ass at Monaco Racer, though. So get ready, pipsqueak."
"Old Man," Tim taunted as he picked up the controls.
"I'm making a list," Matt warned as he, too, picked up his controls.
"Good," said Tim. "Old men forget. You'll need a list because I'm gonna be real bad and you'll really have to punish me!"
Tim watched a smile form on Matt's face at this comment and felt his little cock instantly snap to a full erection. Matt accepted what seemed to be Tim's reconciling of what had happened last night. He might not understand the full implications, but he knew he liked to be tickled by his father and he liked to be held down and he was ready for more!
However, the rest of the afternoon was devoted to video games. They got into the various games so intently and so competitively, that they ordered out for pizza at dinner time, (Matt realized he was going to be eating a lot more pizza now), and continued playing until darkness fell outside and Matt had to turn on a lamp behind them.
Just as Tim won the final game, the telephone rang. Matt answered it.
"Hey, Jase. No, we didn't get out in the monsoon. We've been homebodies this afternoon. I've been teaching Spawn how to play video games."
"He did not!" Tim yelled in outrage. "I taught him!"
"Hmm. Yes. He does have an active imagination, among other things."
Tim stood and placed his fists on his hips.
"You are such and old man!"
Matt smiled at the boy and listened to Jason on the other line.
"Well, actually, I've been thinking this afternoon and I've decided that I'm going to take your advice from last night. Yes, I think Tim will be ecstatic tonight. And, so will I. Yes. I think it will be a beautiful night. OK."
He held the phone away from him and asked Tim, "Would you like to do brunch tomorrow with the guys?"
"What's brunch?" Tim asked, poised to run, if necessary. Matt explained and he nodded.
"OK. Spawn agrees. How about twelve-thirty at the Hyatt. Mahvelous. Rock 'n' roll."
Tim's eyes grew excited and remained poised to run as Matt stood from the couch.
"Oh, I won't be so obvious as to go after you like this. I'll get you when you don't expect it. Besides, I want to wait until your list of offences is so long that there's no way you can earn redemption."
He was walking to the kitchen as Tim looked slightly disappointed, though Matt thought he could detect some anticipation in the boy's eyes as he considered what it would be like when he finally paid the piper.
"So, what are we going to do tonight?" Tim asked as Matt opened a cabinet and withdrew two white wine glasses. "What did you mean that we were going to get ecstatic?"
Matt grinned as he filled the two glass with Chardonnay from the fridge and then reached into another cabinet. He brought out the small white envelope Jason had given him and, picking up the glasses, led Tim back to the couch.
"We are going to sit her on the couch and cuddle and love each other and talk for awhile. And, then, we're going to take a bath."
"A bath?" Tim answered with distaste.
Matt nodded and smiled as he sat down.
"You're going to love it. I promise you."
Tim shrugged and walked over to his father with a pouty look on his face. He sat down next to him and Matt put one arm around him as he held out his other hand. In it was a white pill.
"What's this?" Tim asked.
"You don't have to take it if you don't want to. But, it's something that will make you very sensitive to everything that is happening around you and make you very happy and loving and understanding. It's called MDMA, but on the street, they call it ecstasy. It's very dangerous to get it from the street because sometimes they mix it with other stuff. But, this is pure. Now, I don't normally approve of kids your age doing drugs, but this is kind of a special situation. And, we're not going to be doing stuff like this a lot. I want you to understand that. OK?"
Tim nodded, gazing at the mysterious pill.
"So, would you like to try it?"
Tim looked up at his father trustingly and nodded. Matt leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.
"I will be here to love you and protect you the whole time, so there's no reason to be scared."
Tim took the pill and placed it in his mouth. Matt handed him a glass of wine and he swallowed he took a big sip. Matt then did the same thing and placed both glasses on the coffee table. He then lit a candle in the middle and smiled at Tim. Leaning back, he pulled the boy to him, and Tim delightedly snuggled up to his dad.
"Dad, I heard you talking with Steve this morning. What did he want me to do that you didn't?
Matt considered how honest and open he should be.
"Well, Tim, you are an exceptionally beautiful boy. I don't just say that. I mean you really are. And there are lots of men out there who like boys like you. And, sometimes, in modeling and acting, those kinds of men end up in authority and there are times when boys have to do things to get ahead."
"But, Dad, I like sex. I don't care."
"I know and that's the problem. It would be very easy for someone to take advantage of you."
"I can take care of myself," Tim declared.
"In a lot of ways, you can. Yes. And, I'm very proud of you and impressed with you. But, it could still be dangerous and if anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I would do. I love you so much and I never want to lose you again. I can't bear the thought of losing you, my sweet boy."
Tim clung to his father and the two remained silent for several minutes, merely holding each other and reveling in the love the two felt.
"Once, Randy's brother, Eric, caught him and me hugging and kissing and rubbing each other off and he pushed us down and made us let him suck our dicks. Randy was really scared and mad, but I liked it."
"I'm sure you did, but there are a lot more dangerous things that could happen. So, I'm going to protect you."
After a moment, Matt looked down at his son, whose eyes rose to meet his.
"So, how did you and Randy start doing things together?"
"Well, Mom and Jack were having a fight one night last winter and I asked if I could spend the night at Randy's and Jack said I could go to hell if I wanted to. So I went. And, me and Randy slept..."
You mean, Randy and I."
"You were there, too?" Tim asked with a grin.
Matt pinched his nose and said, "Brat," as Tim giggled. His giggle lasted a bit longer than it might have and Matt felt a sense of peace and joy at that moment that he wasn't expecting.
"Anyway, Randy and I were sleeping in his bed and he asked me if I was hard and I said yes. And, then he asked me if he could feel it, so I said yes. So he started feeling me and it felt really good. And, then he told me to feel him and I loved that. I loved his dick. He didn't have skin on his dick like I do. His dick looks like yours. Anyway, we just rubbed and felt each other all night and that's how it started."
Matt felt himself grow intensely hard as Tim related his story. Looking down, he could see Tim squeezing himself in his jeans.
"Umm," Matt moaned into Tim's ear. "That sound's nice. How about Eric?"
"Well, after school was out, Randy and me were behind, I mean, Randy and I were behind the garage kissing and rubbing our dicks when Eric caught us. He started yelling at us and calling us perverts and then said that he wouldn't tell our parents if we'd suck his dick. Well, Randy got really mad, but I didn't care. I kinda liked the idea, so I sucked him and he loved it and I loved it. So Randy did it and he loved it too. And, then Eric sucked both of us and he loved it. So we sucked each other all the time, every chance we got. The last month, when I was spending the night, Eric wanted to fuck me in the butt, but he couldn't do it. So, he put his fingers up my butt and I loved that. That felt better than anything. I mean it hurt at first and then all of a sudden, I felt like I was going to blow up."
He paused a moment and then said, breathlessly, "Will you stick your finger up my butt?"
Matt held the boy and closed his eyes as joy swept over him. Tim was the most incredible boy in the world, the absolute sweetest boy ever, and he couldn't even imagine letting go of him at that moment.
"Oh, sweet Tim, I would do anything you wanted. I love you so much!"
"I love you, too," Tim whispered.
"I love you more," Matt responded.
Tim grinned and said, "I love you twice as much."
"I love you ten times as much."
Tim giggled and said, "I love you a thousand times more."
Matt ran a finger down Tim's nose as the sensation sent a thrill through Tim's body, and said, "I love you a million times more."
Tim saw they were getting nowhere with this, so he declared with certainty, "I love you infinity times more."
"Well," Matt replied with a giggle, "I love you infinity times infinity more."
I win," Tim announced with a laugh. "You can't get any higher than infinity. Infinity is as far as you can go. Infinity times infinity is infinity. So, I win!"
Matt snuggled him tightly and whispered in his ear, "OK. You win. But, I still love you so much I can't tell you!"
"I love you, too, Dad."
They snuggled and cuddled and giggled with each other, smiling and gazing into each other's eyes until the love and joy became too much and then they would shiver with delight and whimper into each other's ears.
"So," Tim asked softly, "are you one of those men who like boys?"
Matt held him smiling and thought for a moment.
"Mostly, I like college age guys or guys my age."
"So, who's Josh?" Tim asked softly.
Matt giggled with embarrassment and replied, "Well he's this teenager here who kind of throws himself at guys. He loves to get his dick sucked. I mean, he loves it. He never does anything himself. He just gets sucked. Most of the people in this building are either rich widows or gays, so he gets lots of men to suck him. And, I understand, a couple of rich women, too."
"So, you suck his dick?"
Matt rolled his eyes in embarrassment and admitted, "Yes, sometimes I suck his dick. He's got a nice big boy dick and it's fun to suck him because he gets into it so much."
"I love to suck on dicks. Can I suck him sometime?"
Matt took a deep breath and, despite the euphoria about to burst from him, realized he had created a monster.
"We'll talk about it some other time. Right now, how about we take that bath I mentioned."
Tim smiled demurely and said, "Whatever you want to do, Dad. You're the boss."
"No, Tim," Matt whispered as he kissed the boy's nose, sending a wriggle through the boy. "You get to decide these things, too."
"No, Dad," he replied solemnly. "You're the Dad. You're the boss."
Apparently, Tim was coming to understand himself much more quickly than Matt had realized. Slowly, the man stood and smiled down at Tim.
"I'll be back in just a moment," he said with a smile.
"Hurry," said Tim, curled up in the couch and smiling with adoration at his father. "Hurry."