Date: Tue, 1 May 2018 04:29:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Tutor And More II "I will always love you Tige," Mike had told him that night and Tiger had professed the same. Tiger had been so devastated by losing his best friend and lover that he'd essentially shut that part of his brain down, develop a shell that wouldn't allow people in, or, more appropriately preventing them from even wanting to get in. It all came back to him then and he felt his whole body flush from the feelings that he finally allowed himself to feel. The boys had first met in second grade and been all but inseparable since then. They had done everything together from homework to bike riding, baths to showers. They told each other their deepest darkest secrets. As clichéd as it sounds, theirs was a true love, an innocent love, not yet influenced by sex. They would learn about that together too. Nathan finished the knot and at the same time looked in the mirror. What he saw almost frightened him, the look of anguish on Tiger's face, the twin trails of a tear slowly sliding down Tiger's smooth cheeks. Nathan automatically wrapped his arms around Tiger and held him, the shorter boy allowing it and in fact putting his hands on top of Nathan's to sort of keep them there. "What's the matter Tiger, are you okay?" Nathan asked, concern deep in his voice. Tiger managed a small smile and nod of his head. "Maybe I'll tell you about later when we're all snuggled up in bed. Common, lets finish dressing, "he said giving Nathan's arms a little reassuring pat then wiping the tears from his cheeks. At that same moment Paul called through the door, "Ten minutes boys." Both boys knew that some sort of significant change had just taken place and they each reflected on it as they slipped into dove grey slacks then black Italian leather loafers before buttoning and zipping and belting and the like. Then it was to the bathroom to finish off the hair, get a quick splash of ENVY by Gucci before finishing off with the jackets. Looking in the mirror Tiger as definitely impressed. He never imagined in his wildest dreams that he could look like something out of GQ, even though he'd not heard of the men's magazine. Nathan looked Tiger over appraisingly then said, "You almost look good enough to eat." Tiger smiled and told Nathan to look in the mirror as he wasn't exactly a toss away either. Both boys laughed and went out to join Nathan's parents who looked fantastic themselves but made plenty of comments on good the boys looked. Dinner was superb albeit long, almost three hours. But then they had seven courses plus three decadent desserts. Nathan and Millie had taken some time with Tiger before hand to show him how a formal table was laid out and which tools to use when. Even at that, Nathan still had to guide him a bit. They were in a private room so the boys were allowed to have very small samplings of the wines that were appropriate to each course and by the time he was half way through the sumptuous meal Tiger was wondering what it must be like to eat like that all the time as some people did. As they were having small after dinner cognac's Paul presented his wife with one of her gifts. With a great flourish he pulled a long thin box from inside his jacket and placed it on the table in front of Sheila. It was beautifully wrapped and she commented on it as she slowly unwrapped then opened the box. Her hands went to her mouth to help stifle the gasp then she said, "Oh my Goodness Paul" she exclaimed. "Put it on honey," he said with a smile. She reached down and pulled out an exquisite diamond and emerald necklace to show the boys. Paul stood behind her and fastened it for her, then led her to a small mirror on one wall to admire it. The thing looked fantastic on her slightly tanned skin and both Nathan and Tiger told her so. It was almost eleven o'clock when they finished and instead of calling for a cab they decided to walk the five blocks to the hotel as the night was quite nice for late May. Tiger wasn't real pleased about that choice, and not because he was a lazy boy, quite the contrary. The problem was that there were a few upscale restaurants in the two square mile area as well as three major hotels. While the lighting on the main street was adequate there were plenty of side streets and alleyways that were dark as sin. Muggings were not at all uncommon and although Tiger had not participated in such activities he had known other boys who had. They were about half way to their hotel, the boys walking behind the adults by about fifteen feet, talking about nothing in particular when Sheila screamed. The boys looked up to see that Nathan's parents had been stopped by three boys; one of which was wielding a knife. Nathan and Tiger got close enough to hear the knife boy threaten, "Your wallet and purse now or you get stuck like a fuckin pig." Tiger stepped around Paul on the sidewalk and said, "Well, little Billy Monroe. Still thinking you're a big shot and really you're just a little drip." The kid with the knife looked at Tiger with a strange expression on his face. He knew the voice, knew deep down what it could mean to his own general health and welfare because he'd encountered it before but he didn't recognize the kid standing before him in five hundred dollars worth of clothing. Then he finally got it. "That you Tiger? By fuckin Christ it is you, and all dolled up too. May as well take your wallet while I'm at it. By the looks of it you might even something in it for a change." "You better not let your mouth get you into something your ass can't handle Billy boy," Tiger said in a low even voice. "You know this boy Tiger?" Paul asked with both fear and incredulity in his voice. He was told immediately to shut the fuck up or get stuck. Tiger had unbuttoned his jacket and was slowly slipping it off when he said respectfully but not looking at the man, "Please don't talk Paul." Still looking at the kid he said "put the knife away Billy, that way you won't get hurt." "What you gonna do sissy boy in your fancy clothes?" he chuckled to his friends who weren't exactly sure what was going on except their so called leader knew the well dressed kid and the well dressed kid did not appear to be willing to back down and that took some big fucking balls, or talent. In a very quiet voice Tiger said, "Well, what I think is, I'm gonna shove that pig sticker so far up your fuckin ass that it'll split your tongue like a fuckin Myna bird." Of course Billy had no idea what the hell Tiger was talking about. "You always were a big mouth, thought you were so cool with words Tiger, always thought you were better than me." Tiger had wrapped his jacket around his left forearm, all the while the two dummies with knife boy just stood there looking as stupid as they actually were. "No Billy, that's not quite true. I never thought I was better than you, I always knew it. You see, you've always been a low life piece of shit, and you most likely always will be." Tiger was goading the other boy now, trying to get him pissed because that would make him careless and Tiger would exploit such carelessness in a heartbeat and with deadly accuracy. "Common Billy, either do something stupid or walk away, I'm getting tired of standing here on the street." The boy elected to do something stupid and swung the knife in a crosscut motion. Tiger deflected it with the covered arm and at the same time did a quick side step and snapped his right leg out in blur that caught one of the dummies in the side of his head, knocking it into the light pole he was standing next to with an audible thud. Billy thought that Tiger would be off guard but that is precisely what Tiger wanted him to think and Tiger was not disappointed. The young thug tried an underhand forward jab. Tiger had been waiting for it. He pivoted to one side and the blade slid past Tiger's belly, missing him by inches and the coated arm took the brunt of the jab. He reefed back on the forearm of the knife hand and jammed his other hand behind the elbow. The snapping of the bone might have been heard but Billy's scream pretty well drowned it out. Tiger let him fall unceremoniously to the sidewalk where the boy writhed and screamed in agony. Tiger stepped over the body toward the other boy and simply front snap kicked him in the nuts. He turned to the Daniels family who were all in a state of shock, well, Nathan wasn't as much as his parents. He'd seen Tiger in action before. "We should get back to the hotel, this really isn't a safe neighborhood." Tiger began walking at a brisk pace, encouraging the family to do the same, checking out places for other attacks as he came across them. They were back at the hotel in less than ten minutes and Paul wanted to call the police right away but Tiger cautioned him against it. "They won't be there by the time the police get there and even if they do find them they'll probably go free and since I caused grievous damage I could actually get charged. It's not worth it Paul, really." Back in the room Paul pulled a bottle of wine from the well stocked bar feeling that drinks were necessary for every one's jittery nerves. They sat in the living room and talked. Of course they wanted to know how Tiger knew the boy, and how he'd learned to fight like he did. They wanted to know if their assailants would have actually caused them serious harm and Tiger told them that with Billy Monroe, getting injured was more a likelihood than a possibility, the knowledge causing both adults to shiver slightly. "You baited him," Paul said, not in an accusing voice. "Yes, I did Paul and it's also why I cursed like I did, sorry Mrs. D. I wanted him angry, wanted him to lash out. I knew what I was doing, knew that he'd screw it up, and he did. Oh, I'm sorry but I think the jacket got ruined." Tiger gave up that information with all sincerity in his voice as he held up the jacket to reveal a long slice as well as a hole where the last jab and struck. He also revealed a slight hole in his shirt sleeve and a little nick in his forearm where the knife and gone through. Of course Sheila wanted to doctor him up right away but all it really needed was a band-aid. "Well all things considered I think that the jacket served a higher purpose. I have to thank you Tiger for saving my family from...who knows what. I don't know exactly how I can repay you." Nathan was quiet, a troubled look on his cute smooth face. "There's more dad. Tiger saved me from a beating a couple of weeks before we met and he started tutoring me." Nathan went on to explain the situation, Paul and Sheila wanted to know why their son hadn't mentioned it and when Nathan told them why, they both went to him and hugged him fiercely explaining that they were far from disappointed in him and in fact were quite proud of him no matter what. "It would seem Tiger that my family and I owe you a great deal." Tiger shook his head, "No sir, Paul, you don't owe me anything, really. I just did what needed to be done." Paul looked at the boy for a moment and shook his head. "No, Tiger, it's more than that but in any case, I will say thank you again and if there is ever anything I can do to help you out, all you have to do is say so. It's been a long, trying evening, I think I'm ready to turn in, how about you Sheila?" The woman nodded her head and went over to Tiger and gave him a huge and very tight hug all the while thanking him profusely. The boys took their glasses of wine into their room and closed the door. They both undressed slowly, not for any particular reason, with little conversation. "I hope you don't mind my telling dad about that other time. I felt he should know." Tiger had walked to the toilet and hauled his dick out and was pissing a stream. Nathan was standing close by, looking at the lovely piece of boy meat, neither boy seemed to be bothered by the episode, while Tiger told Nathan that it was no big deal. He shook off, milked any remaining residue out the end and tucked himself back in, then absently scratched where his balls were. Nathan had to piss as well so pulled his flesh out through the piss hole of the boxers and let fly. Tiger was leaning against the counter next to the toilet and watching. "Ya know, I never could get used to boxers, I just don't like my stuff moving around. These are kinda tight sometimes but I like em better than those," he said nodding at the red satin as Nathan shook off and slipped himself back inside the cloth. "Maybe you should try boxer briefs or even Brazilian trunks," he said as they walked back into the bedroom. He described the underwear to Tiger and offered to let him try some when they got back home the next day. They sat down on the bed with their backs up against the wall and sipped the wine while they talked. Nathan was interested in how Tiger knew the boy he'd injured, how he'd learned to fight like he did. While the boys had gotten closer over the three months Tiger still wasn't really forthcoming with personal information, while Nathan had told Tiger a great deal about himself. But the wine, the mood, the physical closeness they had shared earlier in the evening gave Tiger a bit of a loose tongue so he answered Nathan's questions as simply as possible. Nathan on the other hand listened with rapt attention, as much just to look at Tiger as to hear the story. They finished the wine, got up to take another piss, this time both using the facilities at the same time, their water crossing in the air before splashing into the bowl. Both boys were watching what they were doing which meant they were also looking at each other's dick. Tiger wanted to comment on Nathan's cock, the thickness and length but couldn't' bring himself to do so. Nathan wanted to hold Tiger's and of course wasn't going to, but he sure thought about it and the thought alone caused him the thicken slightly although Tiger didn't notice it. They went back into the room. Turned the lights down so that they were bathed in a very light glow, just enough to see each other by. They lay facing each other, somehow only a foot apart, looking into each other's eyes. "You were going to tell me what was going on this evening when I helped you tie your tie," Nathan said softly. "Does this constitute being snuggled up in bed, cause it's sure later?" Tiger smiled, not a happy one but more of a rueful one. "When you were holding your arms around me like that, and I could feel the heat from your body against me, and I could actually feel your dick against my butt, it reminded me of someone else from a long time ago. It was someone that I haven't thought about in a long time because I didn't want to think about him. I've moved so much that I sort of decided in my brain that I wouldn't let myself feel like that again because I leave or other people leave and just fucking hurts too much. It's easier to just not get involved, to not care." Tiger spoke softly, not really looking at Nathan's face, more at the other boy's chest. Nathan knew that what Tiger had told him was difficult and that he'd been taking a huge chance telling him. For his part though, Nathan had continually given Tiger plenty of signals that indicated Nathan would be a safe listener, and maybe even an actual player. He reached out and touched Tiger's cheek and when the boy looked him in the eyes said, "I'm not gonna leave you Tiger. Not ever." Nathan leaned slowly toward Tiger and when their faces were only inches apart he said, "Not ever. I love you Tiger." He kissed tigers lips every so softly, a gentle peck then backed away a few inches. "I've wanted to do that so bad for so long. Oh man I can't tell you. I think I felt it almost at the very first." They looked at each other, looked into eyes, lookrf at noses, lips, just soaking each other in for a good ten to fifteen seconds. "Me too," Tiger responded quietly, "I think anyway. I mean, I didn't mind it just now." Nathan leaned in, but this time Tiger met him half way and their lips touched, tenderly at first and then, as the passion built, their mouths opened and their tongues got in on the game. Tiger gasped as Nathan's hand rubbed on the front of his underwear, finding Tiger as hard as stone. He broke the kiss off and said, "They must really be tight now, perhaps you should take them off." Both boys rolled onto their backs, lifted their hips and pulled their underwear off and tossed them to the floor then rolled back onto their sides and just stared at each other's boyhood, standing out proud and firm. They seemed to reach for each other at the same time, each gripping onto the other's hard flesh and squeezing up and down the length. "Gosh it feels so warm, and hard," Nathan said reverently as he watched what he was doing. He pushed Tiger onto his back then moved down so that he was face to face with the hard young cock in his hand, the head leaking precum through Tiger's foreskin onto his taut abdomen. He stroked the flesh a few times, totally fascinated by Tiger's foreskin covering and uncovering his swollen cock head. Nathan's hand then moved south to feel the balls that hung between Tiger's smooth thighs, hefting the smooth nuggets as if judging them. Nathan was totally taken in by Tiger's body, the tightly curled dark brown nest of moss at the base of his cock. He held the shaft up a little bit and looked over the head, since the foreskin was still back, a perfectly shaped helmet in his opinion. He couldn't believe it. He'd dreamed of this moment for a long time, to put his friend's cock into his mouth. Nathan leaned down and engulphed the head with his lips then slid down further taking a couple inches of the rigid shaft into his mouth. "Oh fuck Nathan," Tiger moaned. "God I'm gonna cum so fast if you keep doing that." Of course that is what Nathan had in mind. He continued to suck and stroke, his own heart almost beating its way out of his chest. He loved the feel of Tiger's flesh in his mouth, the satin texture of the cock head; the warm pliable skin of the shaft. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Tiger moaned out again and Nathan took his mouth away. He fully intended to drink every drop of his friend's sperm at some point in time but for the first time he just wanted to see Tiger squirt, and squirt Tiger did. Nathan felt Tiger's cock thicken in his hand then a small blob of cum shoot out onto his belly. That was followed by three jets of white goo that shot clear to Tiger's chest and were followed by four or five more smaller globs that sort of pulsed out of his slit, ran down over the rim of the head and onto Nathan's thumb while he continued to slowly stroke and milk the leaking hose for every drop of liquid there was. "Gosh Tiger that was a nice cum shot, oh man." Tiger was breathing rapidly, opened his eyes and smiled. "It was one of the best I've ever had too Nathan. Or maybe it's just that I'm long overdue." Nathan reluctantly let go of the dick, which was still hard enough not to fall onto Tiger's belly, and went to get a washcloth, which he soaked in warm water before returning to the bed. He chuckled at the drop of sperm hanging from Tiger's cock and almost touching his belly. With tenderness and care he cleaned Tiger's cooling sperm from his torso, rewet the cloth and returned to complete the job, being extra careful with the sensitive head. Tiger's breathing had slowed, along with his libido, cumming generally having that effect. However, he wanted to explore Nathan's body too and he wanted to make him squirt, to feel the same intensity that he'd felt. So he told the other boy to lie down, and once there he began familiarizing himself with Nathan's groin. "Gosh your cock is so big Nathan, have you ever measured it?" Of course he had, what boy hasn't, especially in the early teen years, hoping to see new growth on a daily basis. Nathan's cock felt strange in his hand. Tiger had forgotten what a cock felt like but it was coming back to him rapidly. He stroked and fondled, just like Nathan had done to him, hefting the boy's balls and tugging them slightly, noticing the few hairs that had started to grow there and thinking that those big nuts would make a ton of cum. Nathan's pitch black pubic hair made a nice thick patch at the base of his pride and joy, a very light trail starting to grow upward toward his outie belly button. Tiger lifted the cock then lowered his head to Nathan's smaller, leaking one and licked the precum that was oozing out of his piss slit before taking the head into his mouth. He allowed his tongue to explore the soft smooth skin of the cock head and the opening there. He took in more of the shaft, a good three inches, before backing away and then returning for more. He stroked on Nathan's shaft as he suckled, gripping the thick hunk of meat firmly. He heard Nathan moan out his name then felt the boy's hand in his hair, gently rubbing his scalp. "Oh god that feels so good Tiger," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum pretty fast too so watch out." Indeed, he was and he did. When he felt the shaft thicken and Nathan's hips started to rise off the bed he took the cock from his mouth and stroked it vigorously. Like Tiger, Nathan's first shot went to a small brown nipple, as did the second one, the third one landed a little short of that but left a five-inch trail of sperm toward his pubic hair. Also like Tiger, and most cocks, the flow slowed to smaller globs that oozed out of the tube with each automatic constriction of the penis. Tiger was impressed with the amount of Nathan's offering to Venus and wondered if he'd ever be able to swallow all that the boy had to offer. He didn't know but he knew for sure that he would try. Tiger got up, grabbed the washcloth and went through the same ritual that Nathan had done with him, taking his time, being gentle, especially with Nathan's cock head. Once he was finished he returned to the bed and lay next to Nathan, who automatically snuggled in close. The boys just held each other for a moment, not saying anything, just reveling in the afterglow of their first sexual encounter and comfortable in the notion that it would not be the last. But it would be the last for that evening. The wine, the excitement after dinner, finding kindred spirits and of course the sex, had taken a toll on both young teens. Nathan snuggled in close to Tiger, his head on the boy's shoulder and a hand on Tiger's hip and almost immediately his breathing evened out then became shallow. Tiger's could barely keep his eyes open so he didn't try, and as he slipped off to sleep his last thoughts were that: He felt right at home holding Nathan, felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, sturdy though they might have been. He knew that he would love Nathan, perhaps already did, and he was prepared to take the risk that one or the other of them would leave one day. But for now, he was simply just going to allow himself to love. Tiger woke sometime in the middle of the night, his front pressed into Nathan's back, and the room still bathed in the soft light that they'd fallen asleep with. He had a shitty taste in his mouth and a piss hard on from hell so moved away from Nathan as gently as possible and padded into the bathroom where he bled his lizard then replaced that water with some fresh from the tap, rinsing his mouth with the first glassful then swallowing the second one. He turned the light off and returned to the warmth of the bed and comfort of Nathan's body. He wasn't full awake by any means but he wasn't asleep either and as he snuggled up against his friend-slash- lover slash possible boyfriend he reflected briefly on the events a few hours prior. Tiger felt comfortable with what had happened between him and Nathan. What was more, Tiger wanted to continue to explore the more serious aspects of the budding relationship. The young teen got little to no attention, let alone affection, from his mother partially due to the fact that the two of them were rarely home at the same time and when they were, one or the other of them was asleep. To his mother's credit, she didn't get involved with a lot of men and when she did, she was fairly discreet, choosing not to put it in her son's face. To his credit Tiger understood that mother or not, she had physical and emotional needs just like he did, maybe even more so for all he knew, and so did not begrudge her those escapes, few and far between though they were. On the other hand he felt that she might have shown some other signs that he existed such as little notes from time to time or a meal left in the oven, anything other than the nothing that he got. He remembered how he had felt when he was with Mike. Not just when he was with the other boy physically but with him in the sense of friends, lovers, or partners or whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. He remembered the sense of being wanted, needed, and loved; of sharing thoughts, feelings, secrets and dreams with someone. He felt comfort just knowing when he woke up that he'd see Mike later in the day and he knew that Mike felt exactly the same way. The difference was that Mike had parents that were there for him all the time. For Tiger, Mike had been his only real anchor. Mike and School. Tiger had been an excellent student from day one. He loved to learn and it didn't particularly matter what it was that he was learning although there were some things he liked more than others. Somehow deep down and from early on, Tiger knew that knowledge was going to be the key to a better life. He also knew that being a bad boy, being in trouble, could potentially negate any learning he might acquire. Between those two things, Tiger managed to avoid most, not all, of the pitfalls of those that most impoverished children, boys especially, fell into. As he fell back asleep, Tiger reflected on the fact that what had happened between him and Nathan earlier was what he had been missing for three or so years. Not the sex, although that was way cooler than fuck, but the closeness, the bonding on an emotional level as well. Tiger wanted more of that in his life and decided that he was going to focus some of his boundless energy toward that end. On that note he drifted off into a deep sleep. Because he had been left to his own devices for so many years, Tiger was a very responsible boy, so was used to getting up at a moderately early hour. As a result, he was awake at seven while Nathan was half sprawled on one side of the bed and snoring lightly. Tiger got up and went into the bathroom to do his morning rituals, closing the door so as not to disturb his bed mate. He elected to wait on the shower, knowing that Nathan would most likely want to share that experience with him, and since the walls of propriety had been knocked down, there just might be some new experiences to be had. New to Nathan and new to their relationship but not necessarily new to Tiger who had showered with Mike on a regular basis and learned first hand what a terrific playground a shower could be. Finished with his ablutions, Tiger found a terry cloth after shower robe hanging in the closet and put it on. Because of its style, the robe came to just below his knees whereas a full length robe would have made him look ridiculous. He left the room quietly, headed toward the kitchen to scrounge up some coffee, still another of those adult type of behaviors that he'd picked up along the way. Tiger was surprised to find Paul seated on a sofa in the living room pouring through one of three newspapers that were stacked on a glass topped table in front of him. He looked up when Tiger came out of the bedroom. "Good morning Tiger," he said with a smile. You're up early." "Morning Paul. Yeah, I'm generally up this early. Is there more coffee?" Paul nodded his head toward the kitchen and Tiger headed that way, finding a carafe on the counter. He quickly found a mug, poured a cup, added some French Vanilla creamer from a creamer variety pak and went back into the living room. "Mind if I read one of those?" he asked nodding to the papers. "Help yourself" Paul answered, adding "If you're hungry there's some pastries in the kitchen as well. Delivered up this morning." Tiger declined saying that it was till a little early for his stomach to be adding food to it. He picked up one of the papers and began thumbing through it, catching the highlights of the news. After awhile Paul got up, went to the kitchen and came back and as he sat down asked how Tiger had slept considering that the activities after dinner had taken at least a small toll on Sheila, as well as himself. Tiger stated that he'd slept fine but a tone in Paul's voice caught the teenager's ear so he put the paper down. "Did you want to talk about what happened Paul?" Mr. Daniels hesitated a moment then went on. "Well. Yes and no. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't curious. Let's face it, you handled the situation better than most adults would have and I have no doubt that you prevented physical harm from coming to me and my family." There was a pause and Tiger knew the man was waiting for him to take the ball. "Well, the short of it is that I lived in this city, not all that far from where we are right now, for three years before I moved to Westerville. I knew those boys from back then. While I hung out with many of what are known as the school losers I didn't participate in their extra curricular activities, like last night's incident for instance. "I've always been poor Paul, always. When you're poor and as small as I was and am, you grow up fighting; with kids who are bigger than you and for me that is most kids; with kids who are better off than you, which is most, with teachers because you don't do the school work because of parents who don't care or aren't there, with authorities because those parents aren't there or don't set boundaries, and you fight with each other, your friends I mean. It's just the way it is. I'm different because I've got a hell of a brain and a hell of a desire to be something else, something better. I'm motivated. That doesn't mean that I haven't done some stuff that I'm not proud of because I have." "I choose not to do that anymore Paul, but I still have a big mouth, and I put on a smart assed street `tude. There's a whole lot of psycho-babble to explain that but the fact is that I shut people out, I don't want people to get close to me because I've lost so many people I've cared about and that always hurts. You and Nathan know more about me right now than anyone else in my world and I've chosen to let you in because you invited me into your lives. True, it was employment centered but I've found something else that I like, and I want and I hope it's okay with you. It's a sense of family, of friendship. Of something different that what I've had." Tiger stopped there, almost tired from allowing so much of himself to be exposed, maybe even a little embarrassed that he'd gone on like he did. No matter. It was done and there was nothing for it. Paul didn't say anything so Tiger got up and refilled his coffee cup, returning to his spot in the living room. "I've only known you for what, three months? While you sometimes present as surly you've always been more than respectful to all of us. You've done what I've hired you to do, and some things I've asked you to do. You've protected my family not once but twice. Treating you as part of our family seems to come easy to all of us Tiger and I for one am proud of you, proud to be considered your extended family and from what I see and know of you I would be proud to call you my son. I said it last night, Ill say it again. If there is something I can help you with, please feel free to ask and I'll do what I can to help you." Paul got up and refilled his coffee cup and returned to see Tiger gone and the door to the boys' room just clicking shut. He smiled as he thought to himself "He's a nice kid, not had a lot of breaks and he deserves some. Maybe we can make them happen for him." He went back to reading his papers. Tiger dropped the robe and crawled back into the large bed and snuggled up to Nathan who was lying on his back with one arm thrown across his eyes, the other laying across his chest. Tiger lay on his side with one leg thrown over one of Nathan's so that his knee was pushed up gently against the boy's soft warm balls, Tiger's cock resting against Nathan's hip. With one arm above him on the pillow, Tiger allowed the other one to rest on Nathan's taut belly, which was moving every so gently up and down with each of the boy's easy breathes. Nathan was young boy early morning hard, the satiny smooth head of his cock against the back of Tiger's hand. Tiger lay there quietly, let his eyes close and his breathing slow to almost match his lover's. He must have drifted off because he seemed to jolt awake, his eyes opening to see Nathan's face inches from his own, his blue gray eyes wide open and a small smile on his perfect lips. He leaned in and kissed Tiger gently on the lips. "Good morning baby," he said. Tiger smiled but turned his head away. "Dragon breath," he said looking back at Nathan over his shoulder. "Oh, sorry Nathan said as he rolled away and walked into the bathroom where he piled paste on a tooth brush and pissed while he did his teeth, being careful that the side to side motion didn't cause his cock to move about like a garden hose turned loose. Tiger took the time to re-brush as well, hoping he'd be close enough to Nathan in the next few minutes to warrant the activity. He wasn't wrong. As soon a they were finished, mouths rinsed and tooth brushes put away, Nathan melted into Tiger's arms, pressing his body into the smaller boy's torso and bending down slightly to rest his head against Tiger's. Nathan held Tiger tightly for a moment then allowed his hands to roam up and down the boy's smooth muscled back, down onto the glorious twin orbs that made up Tiger's terrific slender butt. "Gosh I love holding you Tiger, you're body feels so muscley and your butt is so frickin fantastic." Tiger chuckled and told Nathan that he loved holding onto him as well although laying on the bed at least made them seem closer to the same height. Nathan broke the hug off and took Tiger's hand, leading him to the bed and, dived on, pulling his lover along with him. The boys fell in a tumble of arms and legs, naked flesh touching in all manner of places while they managed to organized themselves into a side by side position where they began kissing, hands roaming around each others sides and eventually down onto full on hard teenage cocks. They kissed as they fondled each other, low moans escaping from both boys as they explored each others body. Hands rubbed on soft balls, grasped onto rigid cocks and stroked while at the other end, tongues explored each other, teeth, gums and anything else that got within reach. Both boys' nostrils flared and relaxed as their breathing became deeper and their heat levels got higher. Because they were fourteen they were automatically horny as all hell. Because they were new to mutual gratification it seemed like they just couldn't get enough of each other. Because of all those things, their staying power was almost zilch which at the moment was not something either of them was very concerned about. I'm gonna cum," Nathan said in a voice laced with lust. "Me too," Tiger mumbled as he kissed on Nathan's neck. Both boys jerked on the other's cock, wanting to bring pleasure to their partner. The kissing stopped while grunting and groaning took over with a few oh god's thrown in for good measure. Like all good boys, they looked down between their bodies and watched as both sets of balls gave up their nectar, the hard boy cock hoses directing the spray out onto the bed sheets between them which is where most of it went. But, for any boy who's jacked off, he knows that cum doesn't always just go where the dick is pointed. Sometimes it seems to take on a life of its own when it gets out of the body, just like it's owner when that last bell of day rings in school and all of a sudden he's free, with boundless energy. Anyway, that's what some of the boys' sperms did so that when the globs of cum flew out of the pulsing cocks they swirled in the air and went sideways so some of the cum ended up on heaving torso's. Of course, neither boy minded at all and kept on stroking and milking until his partner's cock only oozed thick white fluid, that dripped out of their cocks and made a small puddle in the sheets. That is, one puddle because they directed the cocks so that the heads were touching and the leaking goo went into a single small puddle. Nathan moved back in to kiss Tiger, letting go his cock so that he could rub on Tiger's side and back. "That was pretty cool," Tiger said breaking off the kiss. "Uhuh" Nathan agreed with a smile. "Let's go shower, okay?" both boys rolled off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Nathan told tiger to go ahead and climb in cause he needed to take a dump first. Tiger did as Nathan asked and in less than four minutes the door opened and Nathan joined Tiger, who had mostly finished his cleansing ritual. Once he was wet down, Tiger offered to bathe Nathan, who smiled and stood still. Tiger took care in soaping and rubbing Nathan's body from neck to toes leaving those parts that made Nathan boy to the last. Still on his knees, he soaped Nathan's long cock and hefty balls with tender loving care, more so than their owner would have. Needless to say, tiger's gentle ministrations brought on the gallant reflex and Nathan's cock started to thicken and rise to the occasion. He spread his legs so that Tiger could work up inside his crotch and even allowed tiger to soap and wash his tight little asshole, even though he'd used the orifice only minutes before. "MMM," Nathan murmured. "It feels good having you wash me, I could really get used to this." "It's fun doin it too," Tiger responded, his own cock also responding to the situation and standing out from his body. After rinsing Nathan's body off soap, tiger held onto him, kissing him deeply and responding in kind when Nathan's tongue pressed its way into tiger's mouth. Both boys' hands were busy rubbing the other person's back or a firm butt cheek while the other hand sought out and grasped onto their partner's rock hard young cock, stroking and fondling it. Nathan broke the connection and knelt in front of Tiger and took the head of his cock into his mouth and began sucking him. Nathan's tongue swirled across the head satiny smooth skin and he wondered to himself how it could be so silky smooth. His hand cupped and squeezed on Tiger's smooth balls, and single finger on that same hand venturing along the fleshy seam that ran from underneath the bag back to a boy's asshole. Nathan could hear tiger moaning above him, urging him on. "Oh fuck Nathan that feels so good, oh man I love when you do that to me," and similar kinds of statements. Tiger was getting close to unloading his sperms but he wanted to wait a little longer. He wanted to taste Nathan's flesh in his mouth, wanted to savor the rich flavors of the boys' cock. So he gently pulled away from the other boy then encouraged him to stand up for some solid tongue to tongue kissing, which they both gave the other with typical teenaged enthusiasm. It was Tiger that broke the kiss. Looking into Nathan's dark eyes, he said, "My turn," <<<<<< >>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>> Please, help keep alternative writing alive on the internet Make a monetary contribution to Nifty today http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html