Date: Fri, 05 Nov 1999 15:18:26 EST From: Lyndhurst Rutherford Subject: TAD'S STORY--PART 3 Hello, my name is Lyndhurst Rutherford, or Lyndie for short. The following story is purely fictional. This is a concerns friendship, love, and sex between boys. If you are offended by my work, please don't read it. If this story is illegal because of your age or locality, don't read it. This, dear reader, represents my first attempt at writing short stories. If you do choose to read on, I would so enjoy hearing any and all serious observations and critiques from you. Please feel free to e-mail me at lyndie_73@Hotmail.com. Copyright 1999, Lyndhurst Rutherford, all rights reserved. ------ Tad Story..by Lyndhurst Rutherford...lyndie_73@Hotmail.com We walked out of the woods not saying anything. Walking along the road a little way we heard a carbehind us. Sure enough it was father, coming home from work. With a bang and a clatter father stopped the car right in front of us. "See here, my dear sir." he said. "Am I to understand that I shall be escorting vagabonds home every evening ?" Tad looked frightened, he didn't understand what a prankster father was, but I put my arm around him buddy - buddy style to calm him and he relaxed a bit. "Oh father, how good of you to be happening along, were so awfully tired." I said. Father smiled one of his famous loving smiles and out came a bellowing laugh as he hugged the wind out of my little body. "Well Samuel, I know who you are, I think, but I don't believe I've had the pleasure of being introduced to your associate". "Father, may I introduce, my best friend in the whole world, Master Thomas Winslow." As Father and I turned to look at Tad, he was blushing all red in the face, so embarrassed was he. Father extended his giant bear paw of a hand and said, "Master Winslow, it is indeed my honor to make your aquaintance. I trust that my progeny has thus far treated you with respect and kindness ?" Finally Tad found his tongue. "How do you do sir. It is indeed my privilege to make the acquaintance of Samuel's father." With that Tad shook my fathers hand like a true gentleman. "Well then son, would you and your associate care for a ride home, or would you rather walk ?" Tad and I looked at each other, and in no time had our gear stowed in the car and were off. "Tad, would you like to sleep over at my house ?", I asked him, completely fogetting to even ask father first. "Oh, Yes!!!", he shouted as his face lit up. "But...,oh, I don't know if Mr. Witherspoon will allow it." Suddenly, Tad's face took on an ashen color."Tell you what, I'll ask him for you." And before Tad could say another word I was already asking fathers permission."What, two vagabonds in the house???" He joked, Opening his eyes wide in mock amazment. "There's nothing I'd like more, son." "Oh thank you father", I shouted with glee, as I gave father a great big kiss on the cheek. As we pulled up in front of Tads house father asked me if he should come along. Gladly I said Yes. I was alot braver with father at my side. As Tad and I climbed out of father's car, I saw a look come over Tad's face, a look I had not yet seen. As long as I live, I will not ever forget that look. It was one of dreadful fear. Tad's face became pale as a moonlight. His beautiful , loving , eyes, that would always set my heart on fire, were now the gates of hell. Living and breathing hatred and revenge with stone cold vividness. It was, for my young eyes, the most frightening thing I would ever see in my life. As I touched his hand it seemed deadly cold, reminding me, for an instant of the time last year when father took me to a wake for one of the Church Bishops. Even though mother had protested most vehemently, father insisted saying that it was time for me to learn that life had an end, and that it was time for me to learn to be a man. I'll shall not forget that day either. Out of respect for the church, which frowned on the new auto mobiles, father had rented an open, black carriage drawn by two horses, from a local farmer. It was late in December, the gray skies above, were just about to turn to snow. The once blossoming juniper bushes and apple trees surrounding the house, were now merely bare skeletons. Eerie, craggy, dying frames of what once was life, now still and lifeless, awaiting the spring when they would live again. Father and I, dressed in our best black suits, and heavy coats and hats, made an almost silent journey to the Church of All Saints. I remember hating the bumpy carriage as it jarred my bones from head to toe as we rode along, the cold biting me, despite the heavy garments I wore. As we neared the church , father asked me to listen closely to the instructions he was going to give me. "Samuel, you may see a few things that will undoubtedly frighten you. Please do not shriek or cry if you can help it. You must summon the courage to keep a solomn face. Do not speak unless spoken to. Always address everyone as either Sir, Father, or Your Holiness. You will see a dead body, that of the deceased Bishop. You will do exactly as I do. If you have any questions at all, tap my hand twice only and wait for me to answer you. You must remain as quiet as possible. Do you understand all I have said Samuel ?" My only reply was a simple "Yes Sir, father." Now I was scared. But then father looked down at me and smiled, the way only father can. Thinking back on it now, my father's love gave me all the courage I needed. Pulling the carriage up to the church, we parked our carriage next to many others. The gray clouds that had been following us on our journey, seemed now to congregating above the church steeple, generating the swirling winds that forced the leaves on the ground to take flight in a swirling devious mass that made the church seem an ominous place indeed. Once inside the church, father was immediately greeted by throngs of men, all in black suits of fine design. It was then that I realized for the first time, just how much respect my father commanded in the business world. There was not one man in the church who would not dare address father as Sir. Father and I were led to the very front of the church where reserved seats awaited us. On the way up the isle, father carried himself with a regal aire I had never seen before. Not daring even to smile, but with a nod of his head, acknowledging those he was familiar with or those that paid him homage. At the top of the isle father stopped and gazed at the the alter with the lovely statue of the crucifix carrying Jesus at the top, and just below, the simple black coffin containing the body of the bishop. Father and I knelt down before Jesus and the coffin, then as father crossed himself, I copied him move for move. As I finished, father winked at me out of the corner of his eye to signal his approval. The most impressive thing to me was that the Arch Bishop of Canterbury himself, who was officiating at the wake came down from the lecture to personally greet my father. When he acknowledged me, he actually held his hand out to me, but instead of shaking it in a business like manner, I gently kissed his ring as I had seen father do. After an hour long service and countless eulogies, father and I led a grand procession up to the coffin. Up until that time I thought the top of the coffin to be closed, as I was too short to see the top when we first entered the church. Now I realized that I would actually have to look at the cadaver, I started slowing down a bit not wanting to get there. But I looked father who gave me one of his looks as if to say "Please, Samuel, you must be a man now." I suppose I let him pull me along for I don't remember walking up there on my own. Father walked up two steps to the coffin and touched something inside. When he was done he said, " Samuel, all you must do is touch his ring once and walk down.". As I got to the top step I looked down. What I saw, I won't easily forget. The bishop lay there in all his finest regalia and crowns.Hands crossed over his chest, with a large golden crucifix atop his hands. His face was pure white, despite the attempts of the undertaker to put a little color in his cheeks, the bishops old craggy face showed even more cracks and wrinkles now, than when he was alive. With no expression, eyes closed, I expected him at any moment to sit up and greet father. But what frightened me was having to touch the bishops ring. As I did so, I accidentally brushed his hand. The feeling was to say the least, sickening. With the coldness of a marble statue but still pliable as stiffness had not yet fully set in across the entire cadaver. As I came into contact with the dead flesh, a chill ran up my spine and I imagined the bishop's spirit flying into my body, refusing to leave and haunting me throughout eternity. Suddenly there was a surging in my bowels, and my stomach was threatening to exit my mouth that very second, but, Lord knows, I held fast. So scared was I that for what seemed like an eternity, I could not move, transfixed by fear. Suddenly, I felt myself moving down the steps away from the coffin. Thank Gd, father had grabbed my hand and led me away, when he realized how frightened I had become. I don't remember much after that until father and I were in the carriage riding home. After awhile, father pulled the carriage into a small clearing near the side of the road. After we'd stopped he said, "Samuel, are you all right ?" I remember just looking at him, not being able to utter a word. Then there came forth an explosion from deep in my stomach. I could only turn my head away from father just in time to watch my entire insides rupture from the depths of my bowels. Wave after wave of rancid bile, not being able to stop or breath, with father holding my head and hugging me the entire time. As I gazed at Tad's face, with that look of utter horror apon it, I know now what I must have looked like that day.I could not imagine what would make someone hate going into their own house. As we walked up the path to the door, I must admit that I too became a little uneasy about this house.To begin with it seemed more of a haunted mansion than a lived in house. The entire grounds were in serious need of upkeep, as weeds and dirt patches were abundant where there should have been grass. The house was bitterly in need of fresh paint and tender loving care. The windows were caked over with dirt and the steps up to the door were falling apart in bits. It's as if the owners had given up on it. It seemed to exude a growing sense of morbidity. When we reached the door, Tad opened the door just enough to let himself in, as if he were ashamed of what lie on the other side. "I'll see if mother can come to the door, you wait here." Tad said, and he disappeared before father or I could answer. Father and I just looked at each other, then father asked me to let him do the talking. "Samuel, son, are you absolutely positive about getting involved with this young man ?" I was stunned father had asked me such a question as he'd never questioned my judgment before, but after all, judging from the looks of the house, I understood his reasons for asking. "Yes Sir, father. I know that he may seem less fortunate than ourselves, but if you knew Tad the way I do, you'd know that he is the most wonderfully good hearted friend you could want. Father, something about him seems to cry out for the need of a friend. And we do get on so well together, Tad and I." "Well all right son. He does seem, as you say, to be in need of a good friend such as yourself, and he is rather a well mannered young man at that. But I will be watching. After all, my son is my primary interest and I don't want to see you get hurt." "Yes Sir, I understand. But you needn't worry." Just then the door opened and Tad came back out. He had a look of panic on his face. "Mother was going to come, but Mr. Witherspoon overheard us and insists on coming to the door himself." Then Tad looked at my father and said, "Sir, please don't take offense to anything he says." Father looked at Tad and lovingly patted him on the cheek like he would me. "Don't worry Thomas. There hasn't been a man born yet that intimidates me." Then father smiled and winked at Tad, and for a moment the color came back to his face and Tad smiled. Then he smiled and looked at me with his eyes shining again. How it brought me joy again to see those eyes light up. Oh, if father weren't there, I would have taken Tad in my arms and hugged him close, telling him it would have all been all right. Suddenly the door opened, and there before me stood the sternest looking man I had ever seen. Mr.Witherspoon was a gangly sort. Extremely thin, almost scarecrow like with a whitish complexion. Aside from that, he was completely bald and he wore a monocle. He didn't look at all friendly. Just being there in front of him made you feel as if you had hundreds of insects crawling about all over your body. "Good day sir." He said. "And who the devil might you be." He said, not really caring who he was talking to. A funny thing happened that day, and that moment. It was then, for the first time that I saw why father had the reputation that he did. In that instant I was no longer looking at my father, I was watching an intimidation master at work. I was seeing the lion of the London boardrooms. The look on my fathers face was one that made Mr. Witherspoon change his mind about issuing his next statement. Finally, father spoke. He spoke in a voice I had never heard before. It was a voice that commanded authority and respect. "Mr. Witherspoon, I presume ?" Witherspoon just shook his head in reply. " Allow me to introduce myself. I am Charles Bennington Hedge the Third. And this is my son, Samuel James Hedge." With those few words, I thought Mr. Witherspoon's jaw would fall off, as his mouth hung open that much, reminding me of a great, old Cod fish with a monocle. Finally Mr. Witherspoon said, " Mr.Charles Bennington Hedge the Third, of the London brokerage firm of Whit, Peet, Marlowe & Hedge Ltd ?""One in the same Sir", answered father. All of a sudden Mr. Witherspoon was beside himself with embarrassment. "Obviously, Sir, I take it you've heard of me ?" Father had a look in his eyes that would turn a normal man to stone and a commanding boom in his voice that I've never heard before."Yes, Yes Sir Mr. Hedge. Of course I've heard of you. Who in downtown London hasn't ? Please Sir, won't you come in for a moment and rest ? May I get you something to drink ? Perhaps something to eat ?" By that time Witherspoon was falling all over himself trying to make up for his rude behavior at the door. "Thank you, No, Mr. Witherspoon, that won't be necessary. The reason for my visit is, simply put, young Thomas here.........." Father was then rudely interrupted by Mr. Witherspoon. "Has Thomas created some sort of mischief, Sir ? Has he caused you any trouble ? Why, I'll thrash him to within an inch of his life, the bloody little pirate." Just then, a look came over fathers face that I won't ever forget. His eyes had turned into twin ports of fire, and his face had a stoney look about it. When he next spoke, his voice became softer but more direct, and I could tell that father was using all of his reserve as a gentleman, to keep from hitting this beast squarely across the jaw. "Mr. Witherspoon, please allow me to continue without interruption, as my time is much to valuable to be wasting on your petty imagination!" This was all to good. Father had Mr. Witherspoon looking like a spoiled child that had just been caught with his pants down, so to speak. Mr. Witherspoon didn't dare open his mouth then. "I was going to tell you that our two boys have become fast and steady friends these past couple of days. It is therefore, there wish, and my own, if you would kindly allow Thomas to spend the evening at our home so that they may get an early start in the morning. I do believe they intend on going hiking, or some such nonsense. Now you may rest assured that young Thomas will be well taken care of and that strict bed time rules will be observed. Well, Witherspoon, what will it be ? Yes, or No ?" Father was now waiting for an answer as if he were presenting a proposal at some sort of board meeting. He was actually daring Mr. Witherspoon to defy him. "Uhh....Er..Well, then I guess then there's nothing left to say, but yes Mr. Hedge." " Splendid Witherspoon, you've made the right choice, I assure you. Thomas will you collect your things please and we'll be off. Please hurry, as Annabelle will be having dinner ready shortly and she does hate it so when we're late." "Yes Sir Mr. Hedge." said Tad, as he quickly disappeared into the house. "Oh, Yes Mr. Witherspoon, would you kindly inform your employer, Mr. Harrelson........" "Pardon me Mr. Hedge, are you acquainted with Mr. Harrelson, sir ?" "Oh my, yes." answered father. Please inform Old Binky ....." " Old Binkey, sir ???" Mr. Witherspoon was in shock. The fact that father knew his employer by the name Old Binkey, left him speechless, with his mouth hanging open. "Witherspoon, you are interrupting again! Yes, as I was saying, please inform, Binky that I won't be able to keep our cribbage date this Thursday evening, and my secretary will be in touch to reschedule. Can you do that for me, Witherspoon?" Mr. Witherspoon, simply shook his head. I guess by that time he had lost his tongue! "Splendid, Splendid." said father. "I'll be sure to inform Binky of your generous cooperation when we meet again." Father knew his boss ? Oh this was rich indeed. It was all I could do to keep myself contained. I was one second away from laughing outloud at the silly way Mr. Witherspoon looked at the moment. Thank the stars, Tad had come out of the house with his small grip. Father and I said our good-byes, leaving Mr. Witherspoon still dumbfounded, at the door, and we were off. As we climbed back into fathers car, Tad was looking at father as if he'd met his hero. I must admit that I was some what jealous. I thought that father was all mine. But, after I had thought about it all, I really didn't mind sharing father. But only with Tad, no one else. After all, father was my hero too, and I was so proud of him, the way he pushed that nasty Mr. Witherspoon around, that I could have jumped for joy. No, I guess that maybe Tad needed a father figure to look up to right now. Anyway, I still had father as mine, no one was taking him from me. Besides, I had something extra. I had Tad as a lover. When we arrived back at our house, father asked Tad if he would be a good lad and fetch the evening paper from the mail box at the end of the drive. Tad jumped at the chance to return a favor to father, any favor at all, and was off like a shot. Father turned to me and quickly said, "Samuel, I must have your word that you won't say anything about Mr. Witherspoon to your mother. I'd like to tell her about him in my own way." "Yes, sir father. I give you my word." "Good show, Samuel. Samuel, keep an eye on Thomas will you ? I mean with that awful Witherspoon about, no telling what his home life must be like. And I intend to be watching very closely. My heart goes out to that sweet, beautiful, young boy, and something is terribly wrong about that Witherspoon chap." "Yes Sir father" was all I could say before Tad had returned with the paper and had presented it to my father like a treasured prize, brought back from battle and presented to the commanding officer. "Good show Thomas." As were nearing the door, out comes Annabelle, standing there with her arms folded looking for someone to scold. "Good evening Annabelle." said father. "How is London's premier housekeeper this evening ?" "Don't you try to charm me this time you two. Your late for dinner ! Do you know how hard I work to give you a nice hot dinner every evening ? And what gratitude ! Why, is it so much to ask that the master of the house be here on time ?" Annabelle was on a roll. Father and I just looked at each other and smiled, no use arguing with Annabelle. "Well, what have you two got to say for yourselves this time ?" Annabelle finally stopped scolding long enough to spy our house guest, hiding behind me. "Well now, just who do we have here ? Late for dinner and picking up strays as well, eh??" "Miss Annabelle," father started, "May I present Master Thomas Winslow. Thomas will be spending the night with Samuel." "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ma'am." said Tad as he gave her a polite little bow. "Well Master Winslow, welcome to our home." said Annabelle. "Oh my Samuel, he's a right cute one, he is." said Annabelle, giving Tad a loving pinch on the cheek. "Don't be scared of her Tad." I whispered to him. "Her bark is worse than her bite." Unfortunately she heard me, and then I got it. "Bark is worse than her bite, eh ? Just look at you Samuel. Off gallivanting in those dirty woods again ? And dragging this poor boy along with you, no less. Well, both of you off to the bath, this instant. And Samuel, mind you if you want dinner, make it fast, or else you get nothing and your dinner goes in the trash." With that Annabelle turned on her heels and stormed back inside. Father headed into the parlor while I show Tad to my room upstairs. As we went through the house, Tad seemed to be paying me no mind what so ever. He kept looking about at all the paintings and things in the house, with his mouth hanging open. Finally we reached my room. Already the upstairs maid had begun filling the tub in my private bathroom with hot , steamy water. "Mercy Sammy, you've got your own bathroom ? I'm lucky if Mr.Witherspoon leaves the air breathable in ours." At that we both broke down laughing. I put Tad's grip away for him as he had a look around my room. Funny, I never noticed how nice my room was until Tad started looking about. I never noticed the book cases filled with books, or the mahogany desk and chair, the fireplace and hearth, and all the odds and ends that made my room so nice to Tad. I guess until then, I took it all for granted. It was then I wondered what Tad's room looked like. "I'm so ashamed Sammy", he finally said while looking down at the floor. "Of what ?" "My house is such a disaster that I `m too ashamed to invite you to my house." I walked over to him and put my hands on his shoulders, and gently lifted his chin up with my finger until I was once again gazing into those lovely eyes of his. "Tad, as long as I love you, don't ever be ashamed in front of me. I tell you now, what is mine, is yours as well, and you can consider this your room also, ok ?" By the look on his face it didn't help. Just then the maid came through the room and excused herself and shut the door. "Hey Tad" I said, with a mischievous smile. "Do you want to take your bath first or second ?" Tad look at me this time and not at the floor, and for the longest second, said nothing. As I looked into those eyes of his, I felt myself once again being drawn to him. I was melting again and suddenly there was a weakness in my knees. Tad put his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. My whole body shuddered as we stood there, locked in a lovers embrace, in the center of my darkening room. Finally, Tad licked the inside of my ear and whispered, "I wonder if your penis tastes the same in the bath as it did in the cave ?" We both started laughing and raced each other to the bath as our clothes flew all around my room. Before I went in to the bathroom I took the precaution of locking the door to my room. As I entered the bathroom there stood my angel naked as a jay bird back to me staring up at the ceiling. For a second I studied those lovely round ass cheeks of his. So smooth and soft looking. As I stared, my own little penis started to come to attention, rising from my soft body and pointing towards the object of it's desire. I wondered for a moment, how it would feel to rub my hardness between the soft warm folds of those sweet little ass cheeks ? My thoughts were interrupted abruptly when Tad suddenly turned around. "What in the world is that ?" he asked, pointing towards the ceiling. I looked up myself, wondering what had caught his attention, and realized he was looking at the electric light on the ceiling. Electric lighting in the home is commonplace today, but in those days it was relatively new and we were the first house in the village to have it. "Why, haven't you ever seen an electric light before, silly ?" "Lordy, no, Sammy!" As he said that, he turned around again and looked up, so entranced by it, was he. Another thing that I seemed to have taken for granted, I thought. Standing behind Tad, got me staring at his ass again. As I crept up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and started rubbing the soft warm skin. Then, moving my hands down to his sides andputting them on his hips, I pulled myself ever closer to him, finally stopping when my penis lay in the crack between his two soft ass cheeks. If ever there was a heaven on earth, this was it. Never, in my entire, short, twelve year old life, had I felt anything that made me quiver and shake, as did the feeling of being this close to Tad. Bringing my hands around the front of him, I began to rub his soft belly, as his whole body began to tremble and he began to softly gasp for air. Slowly, I bent my head down to kiss the place where his neck met his shoulders. As my nose began to drink in the warm boyish scent of him, I watched as the sexy playing had started having an affect on him, making his soft, flaccid, little penis start to grow and harden. Turning from a natural pink to a deeper shade of pinkish purple, it started pointing away from the rest of his body. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, as I reached my right hand down and gently took hold of this warm, sweet, rising star, massaging it gently back and forth. I saw his eyes close and felt his knees buckle, as a sweet, hot moan escaped his throat and I new he was mine . As I held him up, another soft moan escaped his parted lips, and he bent his head back to offer me a taste of those sugar sweet lips that I had feasted on earlier in the day. Greedily I used my tongue to softly lick his sugar sweet lips. Our two bodies were now pressed together so tightly that the pressure on my penis was making me dizzy with desire, and it threatened to lose it's control at any moment. Backing away slightly from Tad, I felt the want subside a bit. It was then that Tad looked at me, perplexed as to why I had pulled away from our hot union. "Uhmmm, Sam, where'd you go ? I was looking forward to feeling your penis squirt your juice all over my ass." "I've got something else on my mind Tad." With that, I turned him around facing me. "Close your eyes love", I said."Oh..Samm, please, just love me. Ohoo love me", he pleaded. Starting at his forehead, I proceeded to kiss my way down Tad's warm, sweet, body. From his forehead I kissed his closed eyelids then his nose. Moving over to his soft, blushing cheeks, my lips could feel the heat of the blood in his face that caused my darling to blush so. I kissed my way up to each ear, licking the entire inside of those cute little ears and moving my tongue down the length of his neck. Kissing my way down his soft, skinny chest, pausing briefly at each of his nipples to gently bite and suckle them into my hot little mouth, feeling them rise and stiffen against my tongue. I remember being able to feel the pounding of his heart against my lips as it thumped inside his chest. Leaving his now erect nipples, I used my tongue to slowly lick down the center of his belly, my head bobbing up and down in rhythm to his labored breathing, which was now coming in short gasps. "Ohhh...Sam, your making me crazy....Ohhh, Unghh, Ooooo, Yesssss." Tad was now cooing in unintelligible words, in a high pitched voice that excited me to no end. His head was turning from side to side, flailing his golden blonde hair about like soft angels wings, and his hands didn't know which part of me to rub first. He was slowly losing his grip of the earth. This is exactly what But,.....that's exactly what I had intended. Finally, I had made my way down to the soft fleshy part of his tummy, sucking the warm pliant flesh into my mouth, and finally ended with my tongue licking the insides of his navel. As I left his navel and kissed my way down, slowly, Tad's knees shook with anticipation. I knew, that he knew, what was to come. Slowly, nearing his soft, warm crotch, I brought my hands around the back of him and grabbed an ass cheek in each, rubbing and massaging the twin mounds of softness. I was getting what I wanted, for my nose began to pick up the heavy aroma of a young boy's penis. Oh, the heady scent was intoxicating. I wondered if all boys smelled like this, or just my angel ? It was then that I could feel Tad's hot little penis, bobbing against my cheek. Slowly, I turned my head and sank my lips and nose down into the area where his penis met his balls. Slowly I breathed in, allowing myself to be drugged my his addicting smell. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and tasted the sweet, warm, shaft, making him jump and moan in excited frenzy. I slowly worked my tongue up the sweet, sweaty shaft of his young, boyish, penis, as it bobbed and shook in the air in rhythm with the way my lover shook. Licking back down the underside of his sweet shaft, I continued my journey south until I could taste the soft skin surrounding his little balls. Playfully, I made like a dog lapping up water as my tongue bathed, and cleaned them both. Gently, I sucked one and then the other into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around, washing my angels balls. Finally, letting his balls out of my mouth with a pop, I started licking up his shaft again, this time tasting every sweet inch of him on the way up, feeling every little bump and muscle with my tongue. As I reached the head, I circled my tongue all around it, for the first time really enjoying the taste of him. I opened my eyes to study the object of my affection at closer view. It was so lovely. So clean and innocent, with it's purplish, pink color. I noticed that his little pee hole at the end was already dripping his love fluid. Tad's hands were now gently pulling on the back of my head. Pulling me forward, urging me on, begging for release. The kind of sweet release that only my hot, wet, slippery mouth could bring him. "Why are you pulling on my head you bad little boy ?" I said, sticking my tongue into his little pee hole and sucking out his pre- love juice. "Ohhh...You !!!" Tad screamed at me. "You know damned well what...what, Ohhh, what your doing to me. PLEASE!!!" he demanded. "Please what ?" I teased. "Please stop? Is that what you want me to do lover" I cooed. By now I was licking up and down his head like a dog. Oh damn, did I relish the sweet taste of his penis's rubbery head. So smooth and silky against my tongue. "NO !!, No.....No, No, No, Ohhh..., No Sammy, please don't stop, not ever !" he squealed. "Then what ?" I teased. "What does my baby want ?" I had him going crazy with the baby talk. "Tell me" "Ohh..Unghh, please, Sam, suck me, please, oh, please take me in your mouth." he breathed, barely able to get the words out any longer. "Take what in my mouth sweetheart ? And then do what ?" By now I was lightly kissing the tip of his head while holding the shaft in my hand, giving it a little squeeze now and again. Tad's hips were now wiggling back and forth and his knees were still trying to go out from under him. With his head swinging from side to side, and his eyes closed, Tad was fighting for the breath to utter one more sentence, and I knew it wouldn't take him long to fill my mouth with his sweet seed, not as worked up as he was then. "Come on Tad darling, tell me what you want." Ohhhh, ppp-plleassse, Ohhnnuhh, I.. Ooooooo. Sammy, honey, please take my penis in your mouth and suck it till I shoot.....OOOhhhh........." I stopped kissing as he said that with my lips still on his head. Gently I suctioned his head into my hot mouth, swirling the head with my tongue as the rest of his shaft slid slowly into the vacuum of my mouth. "Mmmmmm.., Yummmm.." I said as more and more of him entered my mouth. Tad's hips were going crazy, vibrating his shaft in and out of my mouth as he fought with himself to keep from screaming out at the top of his lungs in ecstasy by biting his lip. All I could hear were these high pitched squealing sounds. As he seemed content to move his hips, I conceded to let him have my mouth as his and just created suction and wetness while he started slapping his hips back and forth in earnest, bouncing his balls against my face every time he went in. All too quickly, I'm afraid, my darling started reaching his boiling point. Tad suddenly grabbed my head and held my head still while he sluiced in and out of my wet mouth. Faster and faster became his movements, as his penis throbbed against my mouth and the heat from his love set my mouth ablaze. As the throbbing increased, I knew it was now or never. I sucked him in hard and deep, wrapping my arms around his ass, and refusing to relinquish my treat. Oh lord how I desperately need to taste his juice shooting into my mouth, coating my tongue and sliding down into my belly. Oh, how I needed it to quench my thirst and fill my desire. Just then there came a grunting noise from deep within Tad and his whole body stiffened against my face that still had complete control over his young sex. Then it came, sweet nectar from heaven in great healthy spurts. Each throb of his penis relinquished another sweet taste of his young boy juice. Tad was filling up my mouth with great globs of his creamy seed and I was trying desperately to swallow it all, savoring the sweet taste in my mouth as it started dribbling down my chin. We held like that for what seemed forever, as his young body shook and spasmed. All I heard were sweet little kitten mewls of delight, over and over, as Tad fought to regain his breath. Actually I would have been content had he stayed right where he was night and all the next day. Gradually our breathing returned to normal and, drat the luck, Tad's penis grew smaller again, eventually popping out of my mouth. Without a word he lay down on the floor to catch his breath. Seeing him lying there all exposed for my eyes only, greedy little beggar that I was, I swallowed the remainder of his cream that coated the insides of my mouth, and bent down to lick him clean all over. Tad started to giggle. "Aren't your parents expecting us downstairs soon ?" "Oh cripes, your right !" suddenly remembering my parents and dinner. "Remember, Sam, Annabelle will throw our food in the trash." he said, finally sitting up. "That's ok by me Tad, I've already had m dessert !" "Lord, you are a nasty one, aren't you ?" he said in mock surprise and much giggling. With that we both jumped into the tub and set a new speed record for getting washed and dressed again for dinner. I lent Tad something of mine to wear to dinner as he didn't realize that he needed them and didn't bring anything except his nightshirt and clothes for tomorrow. Unlocking the door to my room, we proceeded not ten feet before we were met by a stern faced Annabelle. "Well now ! It's about time. I was just going to send the constable out looking for you two little scalawags. All right, off with you. Down to the table this instant." Tad and I did as we were told, smirking and smiling at each other when Annabelle was out of earshot.