Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:55:54 -0700
From: D_M <mcleodwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Alex & Timmy, Ch 10

Ch 10

Dear Readers, Several of you have inquired. No, the fact that there are two
male animals in this story does not portend bestiality. Alex and Tim DO
love their livestock, but only in the platonic sense. And on a different
subject, the movie to which I refer is real. You can stream it live on
Amazon. It really is a beautiful film, just search by it's English name.

Finally, please support Nifty. It's important. Thank you. ~Daniel

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Tim took longer getting home than I imagined. I changed from my pajamas,
grabbed my Levi's and went outside with the livestock. I tossed a Frisbee
for Barkley and Dante harassed him as he pursued the flying disks. Dante
loved to keep Barkley from making his catch. It was hilarious to see their
interplay.

Our land encompasses two acres. We have a high adobe fence all around the
property, and inside the fence, we've got sweet and sour cherries, peaches,
and apple trees. The height of the fence is to protect the trees, not
because we need privacy or protection. Frost is a challenge for vegetation
in our high altitudes, so we do our best to provide as many helps as
possible. Our trees are still a bit too young to produce, but we are
excited to be coming up on our first possible fruit next year.

We have a greenhouse where I'm struggling to grow grapes, a large garden,
also raised beds and containers. When I'm not baking downtown, if Tim and I
aren't engaged with one another, I'm in the garden. I can hear Ken laughing
as I swear and sweat in the dirt. He's saying *I remember when we met, you
HATED being asked to help even mow the lawn. How long did it take you to
get hooked? *I remember exactly the day when I realized that growing things
was really cool. I was fifteen. My hormones were raging. I was so hot for
Ken, which was majorly messing me up, because at that point, Ken was The
Man and was responsible for keeping me out of juvie, which meant that I
barely left his sight that summer. He had three of us turn the soil for his
large garden. First, he had to actually teach us how to use shovels. We
double dug the entire area, first spreading compost over the soil. Then, we
dug trenches, which had to be straight or Ken would make us redo them. Then
we added shovels full of soil on the ground next to the ditch and then dug
a second ditch next to the first one moving the shovels full of soil into
the first ditch. Eventually we planted seeds and starts, with all of us
pissing and moaning and grumbling all the way. The first day I came out to
the garden and saw the tiny heads of seeds neatly poking up, tiny bits of
bright green all along the rows, I knelt down and found myself riveted.
Over my shoulder, Ken said, *Well, there you have it, boys. You created
life. Now, you've got to sustain it. *My two co-probies were not really
impressed, but I just stayed there looking. Ken noticed. *Amazing, isn't
it? *That was all he said, then he left me to ponder. After that, I never
had to be told to garden. I started to seek out information. Not too long
afterwards, Ken said, *I spoke with Mr. Callahan, the science teacher at
your school. He says that you could do an independent study in plant
biology if you would read a couple of books before school begins. *I
agreed. That year in school, I passed all of my science classes. I found
myself getting better in English, too, because I was reading more and
retaining more. *You knew just what I needed, didn't you, Ken? Always. *

The sky was a glorious blue, and I remembered to get sun protection and
headed back in the house.

>From the bathroom, I heard Tim drive up. I imagined he'd be stopping in the
garage to take off his clothes given my *at my feet* command. I cleaned up,
stripped, and decided to skip the pajamas. I gave myself a once over in the
mirror and was grateful that there'd been enough early spring sun that I'd
lost the farmer tan look and that now my back, shoulders, and chest had the
beginnings of a good tan. More silver was creeping into my curly hair, and
when I didn't shave, I could see the gray at my temples. If I let my pubes
grow, I had no doubt they'd be salted, too. I still preferred smooth and
ran my hands over my cock as I watched, thinking of Timmy, imagining having
just given him one of his graduation gifts, hunger and gratitude in his
eyes. My cock responded. I wiped the drip of clear fluid from the tip and
licked it from my finger, then rolled my eyes at myself for being self
absorbed.

Our bedroom is filled with furniture made from cast metals and wood, except
for one piece, Ken's chair, into which I settled to wait for my boy to
return to me.

He came in a few minutes later, naked and hot looking. I expected him to be
smiling but instead, I saw pained emotion on Tim's face.

"Hey, Tim," I said and stood to hug him, waiting for him to let me know
what was going on. I ran my hands over his back, tracing the lines, feeling
his traps bulging from swimming, the still pronounced V, then down his ass,
feeling the musculature and the smoothness of his skin, taking him in.

Tim sighed deeply and said, "Just having your hands on me calms me down,
Alex. Thank you."

I took his face in my hands and looked carefully into his eyes. I kissed
him softly, lingering, broadcasting love; feeling myself get protective. So
many impulses, the deep sexual need; need to dominate; need to protect; the
power of our love never ceases to amaze me and stop me in its tracks.

"What's up, babe? How'd it go with James?" I said as I ended the kiss.

Tim smiled wearily and said, "It was okay. We talked for little while and
then I said goodbye. I went for a little drive. Today's been a big day,
y'know? Lots of change—mostly all good. I feel as though I'm suddenly
supposed to just step into a brand new life, all new rules, and I just want
for things to slow down some. I know that I played a role in speeding them
up, now I just want to be quiet and feel the ground get solid again."

I sat and pulled him down as I sat, "You may be almost 18, and nearly as
tall as me, but I will always hold you in my lap in this chair."

"Thanks, this is the most perfect way I could imagine to get back my
balance. Well, this and...."

There was more going on than Tim was admitting. I responded, "Yea, Timmy,
but before we dive in to pleasures of the flesh, I need to understand what
was or is going on. Talk to me, lover."

It entered my mind and I asked, "Did your father hurt you today?"

"No...." Tim said and hesitated, then continued, "not like inflicting a new
wound, Alex, truly. He just talked to me about how sorry he is for having
been blind and unfeeling and uncaring up until just very recently. Having
him making those confessions just finally made me have to acknowledge and
feel all of that isolation, all of that pain from being a little throwaway
kid.

"I worked so hard to not let their treatment of me matter, but y'know? It
really did. They DID hurt me, and now he comes to me wanting—what?
Absolution? Forgiveness? My heart wants to be able to just open my arms and
to feel all the sweet feelings for a father who saw his grievous mistake,
but my brain and my gut are a bit more skeptical. I told him that saying
you're sorry is something to do when you're five minutes late, or when you
forgot about a meeting. Asking forgiveness for not paying attention to a
child you chose to bring into this world and for ignoring him as he wants
nothing more than from you than for you to toss a ball to him or build a
model with him or wrestle on the floor for ten minutes....

"Ten minutes. Or, a kiss goodnight, Alex, that's all it would have taken
for me to have not felt alone! I said that to him today, and that truth
devastated him.

"So now, I feel raw because I finally was honest AND I managed to make an
already hurting man feel worse. I truly don't know what to do. And, this
day was so amazing. So many wildly great things, but all this hard stuff,
too. I wanted to be at your feet, and to give over to you, but instead, now
I'm all ... I don't know, messed up."

Tim had silent tears coming down his face. I hugged him to me hard.

Holding him against me, stroking his hair, I said, "Timmy, letting the
walls down on this pain is huge. It's incredibly important for you. AND,
you are absolutely right—this is complex stuff. Your heart is kind and
loving and indeed, being able to meet your father where he is right now and
love him is something that I have no doubt will happen."

Without taking a breath, I continued, faster, "I want you to consider
getting someone in your life to help you navigate these waters, okay?
Rosa's friend, Sam, is a clinical psychologist in town whom I recommend
wholeheartedly. He worked with Rosa's family during some really challenging
times and I've referred others to him since then, always with solid reports
back. I met him a few times and here's what I know about him. He's
brilliant, hilarious, a left-leaning Baptist minister who doesn't have a
church because he wants to be a *shrinkist*, as he calls himself. He plays
piano, guitar, acts, sings, and is an ocean-boating enthusiast. Oh, and
he's kink friendly. I know that because one of the folks I referred him to
told me a story he'd told Sam in a session that confirmed Sam's absolute
openness. I don't mean open to being queer, I mean non-judgmental with
queer folks. Just think of Sam as a trainer. You'd think nothing of hiring
a trainer if you were training your body. Think of him as a trainer for
your heart and mind."

Tim had listened to my information about Sam silently. The more I spoke
about him the faster I talked because I didn't want Tim to object before
I'd said my peace. By my last comments I was red-faced and a little out of
breath. My lover knitted his brow and said, "What the hell just happened? I
felt as though you were on the debate team and you had 30 seconds to
present your case." He grinned and kissed me.

I let out my breath, not quite aware I'd been holding it.

"Whew, yea, I guess I was a little amped up. I'm sorry, seeing you in pain
is not the easiest thing I've ever experienced. I know this is important
work, but damn, Timmy, my protective self just wants to tear James from
limb to limb."

Kissing me, he said, "Ah, my tall dark and handsome hero. I'm one lucky
kid."

We kissed and hugged for a few more minutes and Tim said, "I would like to
talk with Sam. If you could get me his number, I will call him this week. I
agree, I don't want to put you in the role of therapist or Mr. FixIt, and I
do think this stuff will take some time to get through. I'd like to not be
a basket case now that we're so close to being able to live as a couple."

"And, I'd just like for you to feel whole and happy all the time, Tim."

"I do think that it's important for us to revel in the reality that your
father knows and he's fine with us. Let's celebrate that reality."

"Yea, you're right. That is such a damned weight off. And, I'm really glad
that you liked my gratitude to Ken. When I thought about all of the ways I
could thank you in public, I figured that Ken encapsulated all of the
things that you and I share and more, the base from which you stand as a
man was shaped with him. And, as the primary beneficiary of your excellent
mental and emotional health, I AM so grateful to Ken. I feel so much that I
know him, I sometimes feel as though he's sitting on my shoulder."

"Me, too, Timmy. Absolutely. I do believe he is here with us, I can feel
him smiling, and sometimes scratching his head. I've never felt so
connected to someone who has died. I do still miss him, but I have his
legacy in you. I think that we both are part of his legacy. He did, after
all, have the good sense to bring us together."

Tim got up and stretched then went to the bathroom. When he returned, he
reached his arms down the back of my chair and whispered in my ear, "I know
that we had a different plan for this evening, but I wonder if you would
mind ordering pizza and watching movies and snuggling instead. I just want
to be a barnacle this evening."

I pulled on his arms and forced him to half jump, half fall over the back
of the chair back into my lap. "A finally graduated soon no longer a minor
devastatingly handsome arthropod? Sweet vanilla luvin' tonight, little
Barnacle. Instead of pizza, why don't I just make us a couple of protein
shakes with mango? Better for us and we don't need to let the world in.
But, we should really go give the livestock some attention. They've not
seen you and I know they'll be anxious when they don't hear from us.

Having just gotten into my lap, Tim dramatically rolled his eyes then
jumped up and ran to the back door where our two faithful friends awaited
us.

Barkley woofed happily and Dante nosed us repeatedly for ear scratches.
Dante went to the apple bin and grabbed an apple as I tossed Barkley a dog
treat. Dante wasn't allowed on the carpet, but our huge kitchen had a
hoof-proof floor. We loved on the livestock and Tim put on a pair of ragged
old shorts and while I made the smoothies. He went to Barkley's and Dante's
"bedroom," as we called their little barn and changed their water and put
down their dinner. As soon as they heard him at their respective food bins,
they bade me a quick farewell and retired. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
What comic relief, those two.

I peeled mangoes and thought about Tim and knew that Sam would help him
work through all of the growth issues in front of him. I made a mental note
to suggest to James that he, too, seek some help. Having James more steady
would no doubt help Timmy.

Tim returned and washed up. I handed him a shake and we made our way to the
media room. I hate televisions and screens in view in homes, so we keep all
of our audiovisual equipment in a room that we retooled from a large
bedroom.

The smell of leather and my libido are inextricably linked. It is not
outside the realm of possibility for Timmy and me to head to our little
audio visual hideaway with every intention of watching a purely vanilla
film and then, as soon as we settle in, the leather smell, the feel of it
against our skin.....suffice to say that we don't end up watching a lot of
movies in the movie room. Since the furniture makes us a little crazy, I
continue to install additional—features—to the room. In addition to the
leather couch and chairs, we've got a lovely black bench that resembles a
long footstool that is equipped with a nicely concealed hydraulic lift. I
hate having to fuss to get adjustments made in the thick of things.

I had planned a special evening for Tim, and I knew that it was really
important to deliver, especially given Tim's vulnerability. I could hear
Ken's words, *Alex, always live your life looking at every situation from
the perspective of what is the best that can happen. When you use that
framework, you will find that life yields more positives than negatives.
Own that perspective, make it the way you approach every situation, and
your life will net out with a lot more experiences in the positive side of
the column than the negative. *

I'd planned one gift for Tim's body, one for his heart, and one for his
mind that his father and I collaborated to create. For tonight, I decided
to lead with the gift for his heart, and I hoped that his heart would help
him get into a solid space so that the gift for his body could happen very
soon.

"What film would you like to watch, Timmy?" I said as he came in and
settled on the couch, stretching his legs and crossing them at the ankles
on the bench. I reached down to kiss him and held his cock and balls in my
hand as I sought his tongue, sucking it hard.

"Oooh, Alex," he said, and grabbed at me as I slid away, smiling. Poutily,
he said, "Well, I suppose that I wouldn't mind having you surprise me."
Then he grinned, not being able to sustain the pout.

"Ah, alright then, young Mr. Henner, I believe that we will watch my
favorite love story of all time, *Do começo à extremidade. *Forgive my
bastardizing the Portuguese, *From Beginning to End."*

"Wow, how could I have not known about this film before now, Alex?" Timmy
asked softly.

"Because I wanted to wait for a really special time to share it, baby," I
said quietly back as I snuggled down and hit PLAY. I pulled him against me
and said, "Shh, you need to pay attention to the subtitles or you'll miss a
lot."

The story is that of two brothers who, half a dozen years apart, share a
love that is beyond anything imaginable. Their parents see the intimacy
between them and never disabuse them or discourage them. When their mother
dies their father leaves them (they are young men well old enough to live
on their own) to maintain their family home, they become lovers, and
formally acknowledge their love. The film is most definitely a love story.
The love scenes are hot in the sense of their intensity and attraction is
hot; the film is a mainstream release, not a work of pornography. I
suspected that Timmy would not be at all put off by the incest subtext, but
as I did, he would see us in the power of their connection despite the
obvious difference.

As the movie unfolded, Tim was enrapt. I watched him and saw my young lover
as a man for the first time that evening. And, when the elder brother,
Francisco, began texting Tomas, the younger the words of Shakespeare's
Sonnet 116 just before knocking on the Tomas' door having traveled from
Brazil to Russia to be with Tomas because he can no longer stand the
distance between them, Timmy wept. I held him and we watched the last of
the film.

It ended and Tim turned to me, eyes wide. "Thank you for showing me this
film, Alex. Do we own it?"

I nodded. "Of course we do."

"The musical theme, the one that played whenever the two of them were
intimate, that was so beautiful...." he said.

"Yes, I love that part, too."

"And, I also really loved that when they danced together naked, even though
Tomas was shorter and younger, he led Francisco. I hated how sad Francisco
was, Alex. If I ever knew that you were that sad, no matter HOW important
the reason I had for being away, I could not do it."

Tim kissed me and said, "Do you think that Francisco was just so sad from
missing Tomas, he nearly had sex with that woman?"

"Yea, I think that absolutely no love in the world is immune to human
frailty, isolation and longing being powerful drivers."

Tim looked at me urgently. "But, we will always be safe, won't we, Alex?
Nothing will ever break us apart. I couldn't live without you. I know that.
I can't imagine a day without you." He held me so hard, and I felt wet
tears on my skin.

"Timmy, I can only tell you that I will do everything in my power to always
keep us together. I don't want to even imagine life without you. As a
matter of fact," I said and reached into the cushion of the couch to pull
out a small box. I slid off the couch and got on one knee, holding Tim's
hands in mine.

"Timothy Henner, three years ago, I gave you the ring you wear on your
right index finger because you were too young for the world to accept our
love. In two days hence, you will be old enough to vote, to die for your
country in battle, and to be legally married to me in many states. You have
made me the happiest human on the planet these past three years and I can't
really imagine being happier, save for having our lives legally joined for
all the world to acknowledge. I know that the tradition of engagement rings
has mostly been for heterosexuals, but I see no reason in the world why we
can't borrow that tradition. So, Tim, will you accept this ring as an
engagement ring, and will you have me as your husband three years from your
birthday, on the day that you turn 21 years old?"

I opened the box and extracted a heavy white gold ring with a robin's egg
blue sapphire and diamonds channel set in the design. I put it at his ring
finger and looked questioningly at him.

Tim's expression was intense, serious. His eyes never left mine, not even
to inspect the ring as I put it on his hand. He cupped my face with his
hands and said, "Alex, you have been everything I needed in my life and
more, friend, confidant, teacher, parental figure, mentor, and my lover.
Would I consent to be your husband? Of course I will, as you know in my
heart I have always been. I will work every day of my life to protect and
care for you and for your love, for OUR love. Just when I think it's not
possible to be happier or to love you more, you show me something that
helps broaden my sense of what IS possible. That film, Alex, thank you for
that. I'm still such a kid, and I haven't had the opportunity to SEE men in
love besides us. I only ever worry about being young in this regard. I just
haven't had experience in the world, so I lack context. I'm so grateful
that you don't seem to worry about that. I just always want to be my best
for you.

I will be your husband, Alex Drew. I will be your servant and your sinner
and your saint. I will be your friend and your most loyal fan and your
protector, your baby and your lover and your critic when you need it. I
will be at your side, as long as I breathe. I love you so much."

We stood and kissed slowly, barely touching, hearts pounding. Tim took my
cock and balls in his hand, and I responded in kind. "Their bodies were so
beautiful when they made love. I wonder what we look like, Alex." I groaned
as I imagined. "I'd like to get a camera to film us in the dungeon and in
our bedroom," he rasped. "I want to see us," he said melted to the floor in
front of me. His hands circled around me and as he opened his mouth to
receive my thick cock, he began playing with my ass cheeks, teasing me as
he took more of me down his throat. I was beginning to fuck his face when
he stood, "Not yet, baby," he purred in my ear as he moved me to the bench.
"Get on your knees for me, please."

I complied and Tim toed the control to bring the bench to the proper height
for me. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his hands then dove
in licking around my sensitive pucker. As he licked, he fondled my balls,
pulling them straight down as I loved. With one hand on my balls, the other
played with my cock as Timmy's tongue made its way further and further up
my chute.

"Jesus, Timmy, so fucking good," I moaned.

"I've got you all slicked up, babycakes, now I'm going to have to fuck this
hot ass," he said as he slid his thick purple cockhead past my sphincter.

"FUCK!" I yelled in surprise.

"Mmm, yea, take my cock, Alex!"

SMACK! Tim whacked my ass with his hand, hard, my cock responding to the
pain. "Shit, so good," I grunted as Tim continued to redden my ass as he
fucked me.

"You're so hot, Alex," he said as he rabbitted up my hole. He fucked me
hard for another couple of minutes, long, hard strokes, then whamwhamwham,
fast, short, bringing me soooo close. Then he slid out and walked around
the bench to my face. "Suck me!" he said, shoving himself into my mouth.

I tasted myself on his cock and moaned at the musty smell and flavor. "Yea,
I can be a nasty boy, can't I, lover?" he taunted as he held my head and
face fucked me. Tim had played at dominating me in the past, but this
evening, I felt him begin to own his power. I got another glimpse of the
man behind the boy.

Tim continued to bring himself to the edge and then back off just in time.

He stood up, gave me his hand and said, "I'd like to have a long sexy
shower with you, Alex, and then I want you to fuck me on my back so I can
watch you."

I smiled and kissed him and we walked down the hall hand in hand.

The shower has built in places to sit and strategically placed hand-holds
in case we decided to have a *long sexy shower *as Timmy put it. We soaped
one another and wanked each other several times, edging close, close, so
close, then backing down. I'd taught Tim about edging in the past year and
when we had time, we regularly indulged. In the shower, we wanked and
kissed, nipped one another's necks, nipples, asses, wherever hands and
teeth could reach. Finally, after an hour in the water, we rinsed off and I
picked Tim up and tossed him on the bed, then jumped on top of him and
frotted him as he squirted lube between us. Rubbing our cocks together hard
and fast was a favorite as we could kiss and share a blasting orgasm. I
took us close once again, and then finally, I knelt between Tim's legs and
teasingly slowly, rubbed my crazy-swollen cockhead at the entrance of his
hungry ass. "Is," I said as I pushed in a tiny bit, "this," a fraction
more, "what," another half an inch, "you," back out and then in a tiny bit
further, "WANT?" then all the way inside him, where I leaned against him,
my pelvis meeting at the Y of his legs.

"I can feel your heart beat on my cock, Tim. Is this what you need?" I
teased and began to fuck him.

"Yes, damnit, Alex, YES!" he yelled.

"Good damned thing," I grunted and fucked him as hard as I could. "Because
it's what I need, too!"

I felt myself fast approaching lift off and grabbed for Tim's cock. "No!
Don't touch me, I'll blow. I need to wait for you!" he gasped.

"Okay, baby, I'm there!" I said and no sooner did I say the words than Tim
spurted a long stream of jizz over his head to the headboard. I groaned and
came down the hot tunnel of Tim's ass, three, four, five times. I stayed
inside him feeling the aftershocks, watching as Tim scooped up cum from his
chest and forehead, offered it to me. I leaned in to get it and then kissed
him. As we kissed, I slid out then wrapped my legs around him.

"Hey Alex," I said.

"Yea, Tim?"

"Did I dream it, or did you actually propose to me this evening?"

I reached for his left hand and looked at the ring on his finger.
"Evidence," I said. "You didn't dream it. I really did and as I recall, you
really accepted."

He looked at the ring on his hand now, for the first time. In a voice
filled with wonder and awe, he said, "Oh hell yes, I did."

And, even though it wasn't late at night, we fell asleep right then,
another day filled with amazements.

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Thanks for your ongoing comments and kindness. Hope all's well in your neck
of the woods. Daniel