I must preface this story by saying that it is pure fantasy. As you might know, I don't always write fantasy. Sometimes I write fact disguised as fantasy. It's up to you to tell the difference. I avoid the usual disclaimers because, I figure, why are you here in the first place? Wouldn't you like to be surprised for a change?


What Me and Mozart Have in Common:
by Larkin, .... jet2larkin (at) gmail (.) com
July 2012, copyright


Part 9: Saturday.


"I can't, I have to work around the house but you could come over around four. My parents are having guests over and I could introduce you. I could say that you are in the Chess club with me. You know where I live?"

Treg gave me his address. It wasn't far but I would have to ride my bike. I wondered what was I going to do until four?

I started a search around the house discreetly looking into drawers and closets. With Treg taken care of, I suddenly began to think about Tommy. Although I didn't exactly spell it out to myself, I was really looking for an object that approximated Tommy's cock. Tommy's treatment of me had given birth to a new and different sort craving and since the need to jerk off had suddenly emerged, I wanted to try it.

A screw driver handle, a presentational serving fork with an ivory handle, and broken finial from a decorative piece of furniture. The finial was smooth, sort of long and being turned on some tool. It was fat and then skinny and then fat again and then round at the base.

I thought, "That might work?"

Back in my room, I shed all my clothes and sat naked on my bed. I lay back and pushed the smooth polished finial in and out of my mouth and raising both legs slowly, pushed it up my butt hole. I started jerking off and closed my eyes and Imagined Tommy doing it to me. Tommy is an animal and I suppose that exactly what I like about him. I pushed it up further and tried to do it the way he did, in and out, in and out. It felt good but it really was a poor substitute for Tommy, especially when he really wanted to get off.

I heard the faint squeak of my bedroom door. I opened my eyes to see my shocked Mother's face. She let out a cry of confused distress. At the same time without me meaning to, the wooden finial popped out of my butt, landed on the floor and rolled under the bed. I quickly covered myself.

She fled the my room and I heard her all the way down the hall. "That did it Carter! You're going back to therapy!"

Later when she calmed and we sat together in front of the TV, she looked at me and softly said, "Carter, I going to pretend that I didn't go into your room without knocking and I didn't see anything and I think you should do the same but I want you to consider going back to see Dr. Hyman."

Affectionately she tugged and played with one of my blond locks and said, "Carter, would you believe that my hair was the same color when I was your age."

As crazy as she was, I was all that she had and she wasn't going to let my carelessness about where or when I jerked off come between us and anyway, It wasn't the first time she caught me.


Bicycles don't really suit me. A skateboard demonstrates far more grace and coolness but I've neglect it and there in nothing worse than not being at ease on a skateboard.

Treg didn't tell me that his parents were having a cocktail party. My Mother has them every once in a while. There is usually a collection of a dozen or more adults all talking, laughing and drinking. Some standing, some sitting other lined up along the wall or milling around looking for who knows what. Treg caught me at the door and the two of us stood at the edge of the room just watching.

Treg's Mother looked glamorous and she was navigating back and forth across the room delivering drinks and napkins.

"Treg, is this your friend from the Chess club? Treg has told me that you've skipped two grades at school. That's quite an accomplishment."

She reached down to take a hold of my hand and softly squeeze it. "Carter, what a pleasure to meet you, just call me Tati."

She sailed off to tend to her guests.

I looked up at Treg and said, "Tati?"

Treg got a disgusted scowl on his face. "It's short for Tatiana."

He took me around to show me what was a fairly large house. His room was just like I expected it to be, all studious with twin beds and a globe of the world sitting on his desk.

I picked up the globe in my hands and then looked up at Treg. Slightly confused, I said, "I don't get it?"

Treg said, "What do you mean you don't get it, it's a globe of the world."

He pointed to a tiny tiny spot and said, "This is where we are, see here's New Jersey."

I still gave him a mischievous but puzzled look. "I still don't get it."

He laughed.

The noise from downstairs filtered all through the house. At the end of the hall, there was a door. Treg unlocked it with a key. There was a narrow flight of stairs that went up to the unused 3rd floor. Once up there, there was a hallway with doors to small, spare, abandoned and empty bedrooms and closets. The ticklish feeling in my belly returned because I knew something was going to happen.

Up and out of the way and behind a locked door, Treg and I had just entered the world without adults. This is a world where anything is possible and everything is permitted. The sun was setting on the West side of the house and we went into a little golden room. Treg picked me up holding me a foot off the floor and we kissed. We continued to kiss and he pulled it out and began to stroke desperately. I wrapped both my arms and legs around him and we kissed. He made sounds like he was weeping and then we both looked down to see him making long squirts all over the floor. He held me tight with both arms while I jerked off and we continued to kiss.

Being with Treg was different than Tommy or David.. it was more sincere, it was.....meaningful.



The party downstairs had grown boisterous. Some of the men were stumbling or making fools of themselves and the women's laughter was loud and punctuated with screams. Treg had the same discouraged look on his face. A tall man wearing tinted glasses and a trim suit came over and politely greeted Treg.

Treg looked a little uncomfortable when he introduced me. "Carter, This is Norwood Harris, he's a friend of my Father's."

He had a few more words with Treg and then gave me his attention. "It a pleasure to meet you Carter. Treg thinks a lot of you and I can certainly see why. Being both attractive and intelligent are good qualities, don't you think?"

He handed me a white business card and said. "Carter, take this and keep it. There's bound to come a day in everyone's life where they might need some help."

The card said, Norwood Harris. Attorney-at-law. Suite 410, The Empire State Building. Three hundred and fifty, 5th avenue, New York New York.

Mr. Harris looked carefully at me and said in an uncommonly relaxed manner said, "Don't you think Treg is rather handsome?"

We both looked at him and not being aware of what Mr. Harris had just said to me. Treg looked back at us...

The older man and I looked at each other and after a long reflective pause, I said, "Yes he is...He is very handsome."

Mr. Harris gave me curious but somehow knowing smile.

Treg walked me part way home. He said that Mr. Harris was sort of weird.


There is more about Norwood Harris but it for another time and it belongs in another forum...




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