Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 18:05:52 -0500
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Rascal 22

Rascal Part Twenty-Two
Double Duty and Seeing Double

	On the following Wednesday, the breakroom at work was like a
ghost town because everybody was spending their lunch time to go
Christmas shopping.  Jason was the only one in there when I walked in.
	After I sat down across from him, Jason asked, "Can I get you to
take Tyler to confession Saturday?"
	"Uh, yeah sure," I said rather uncomfortably.  "Rascal will be
recovering from Friday's physical therapy, so I won't be going up to
the hospital until after noon.  What about Taylor?"
	"She's with Sherita at my in-laws.  Something about some holiday
gift-buying tradition the women of her family observe."
	"Would it be okay if I took Tyler up to the hospital to see Ryan
afterward?"
	"Sure.  He's been begging me all week to take him but it just
hasn't worked out."
	"What time should I pick him up?  I mean, is there like, visiting
hours for confession?"
	"If you want to call it that.  The priests will be hearing
confessions from eight till noon on Saturday."
	"It's a good thing I'm not taking Rascal.  He'd use up the whole
four hours."
	Jason chuckled.  "I'm just glad they don't have to mention names,
that would definately incriminate me."
	"What's the chances Tyler could sleep over Friday after work and
we could leave from my apartment first thing in the morning?"
	"I just told you, Sherita's out of town."
	I looked at Jason, not understanding.  Then it registered.  "Oh!
While the pussy's away the mice will play."
	"Can you blame me?" Jason asked, looking over his shoulder to see
if anyone had walked in who could 'listen in' on his thoughts.
	"Not in the least," I said, finding myself getting a little
envious of Jason's 'alone time' with his son.  It didn't really occur
to me how much I'd missed Ryan coming over until Jason mentioned just
he and Tyler being alone together.
	"Hey!  Why don't you come over to my place after work?"
	As much as I wanted to say 'yes,' I declined.
	"Oh, come on.  Tyler will love it."
	"No.  I'm sure he'd like being alone with you even more."
	"I'll tell you what.  Sherita won't be back until after church on
Sunday.  After you bring Tyler back, how about if you spend Saturday
night with us?"
	"Are you sure?"
	"There's only so much you can do with a fourteen-year-old," Jason
said, looking around again.
	"Being single, I wouldn't know," I said with a smirk, knowing
Jason knew better.  "Just remember, I've got to work Sunday morning, so
..."
	"And I've got to get Tyler to early mass."
	"It's a deal," I said.
	After lunch on Thursday, I went up to the hospital and told Ryan
about my plans to spend Saturday night with Jason and Tyler.  After
filling in all the details about Sherita and Taylor being gone, Ryan
seemed despondent.
	"Okay if I bring Tyler up here Saturday afternoon to see you?"
	As I hoped, Ryan's mood brightened immediately.  "Do you think ...?"
	"No," I said sternly.
	"But you didn't even ..."
	"I know how you think."
	"I've learned how to ..."
	"I'll figure out a way to make it up to you, I promise."
	"Cross your heart?"
	I touched my heart and then my crotch--our little silent
signature of devotion for each other.  We talked about how slowly his
therapy was going because of his casts but he was exuberant about one
of his therapists, male of course, who he only saw on Mondays.  When I
saw Ryan was getting sleepy, I made excuses to leave and promised to
return on Saturday.  He almost seemed grateful for the chance to rest.
	Saturday morning, I arrived at seven-thirty to pick Tyler up
because I knew Jason had to go to work.  It was a modest ranch-style
home and small windows in the foundation indicated it had a basement.
Jason was leaving the house as I arrived and I said, "You don't look
any the worse for wear."
	"Let's just say, I'm gonna have trouble sitting all day."
	"Maybe the forklift will act like a vibrating massage," I said
as Jason continued toward his car in a rush.
	Tyler and I waved good-bye before he closed the door.  "Wanna see
my room?"
	"Don't we have to get going?"
	Looking at what he was wearing, he said, "In my pajamas?  Really!
Besides, if we go too early, we have to wait longer 'cuz most people
show up early."
	Following Tyler through the living room and down the hall, I said,
"Really?  I'd have thought sinners would sleep in on Saturdays."
	"Nah, they like to get it over with early so they can get back
out there and sin again."
	While we were walking and talking, I observed a bathroom on the
left before we turned right, into his room.
	"You're kidding about sinning again right away, right?"
	"Nope."
	"So, later it is," I said as I looked around Tyler's room.  It
was maybe eight by ten with a closet on the wall adjoining the hall--
along with the doorway we came through.  'The clothes in the closet
probably cut down on any noise from the rest of the house,' I thought.
'Or in Tyler's case, masks any noises he made in his room from the rest
of the household.'  A painting of Christ hung on one wall, there was a
bookcase stocked with a twenty-six volume set of encyclopedias, and a
crucifix, not a cross but a crucifix, hung over the head of the twin-
sized bed.  That was all there was.  I was struck by the stark
difference between Ryan's room, with all his personal property on
display and Tyler's with almost nothing in it to validate it as his
own.
	"It's not much but I call it home," Tyler said.  He had the same
look of pride on his face regarding his Spartan belongings that Ryan
had for all of his possessions--and much larger bedroom.
	"At least you don't have to share with your sister or another
brother."  To keep from having to immediately comment about the room, I
said, "So by going to confession later, the priests figure you're not a
sinner of the same magnitude as the earlier confession ... ers,
confessionists ..."
	"Confessors" Tyler said, emphasizing the 'ors' by pretending to
row two oars.
	"Of course," I said.
	"By eleven it's mostly grannies left and, even if there's a lot
of 'em, they never take long."
	"So how much time do YOU take?"
	"Not long.  I've got it pretty much down to a standard speech.
After that first sleepover with Rascal, I took a hellava long time."
	"I bet!"  Then I thought about what he said and asked, "Uh ...
when you confess, you don't mention people's names or discuss the
actual ... act, do you?"
	"That's what took me so long the first time.  I had to ask the
priest how to confess certain things without really ... you know,
kissing and telling."
	"So the priest isn't gonna throw holy water on me and try to cast
out the devil, right?"
	"Not unless I tell him he should," Tyler said with a grin very
similar to one Ryan would make.
	"Will you have to tell him about doing it with your dad?"
	"I just say I had impure thoughts and I had sexual contact with
someone."
	"And after that, you'll be saved?"
	"Not quite.  I'll have to say some 'Hail Marys' and stuff and
promise to never do it again."
	"But you'll be confessing again next week to doing the same
thing."
	"Yeah, but it's all supposed to be secret and the priest isn't
supposed to know who he's talking to and shit like that."
	"Do you confess to the same priest every time?"
	"Not every time but often enough that they know who I am."
	"Oh," I said, a little nervously.
	"Oh, by the way, don't mention to any of the priests that I call
you Spunky."
	"You didn't!" I admonished.
	Bowing his head in shame, he said, "I can't remember."  Then more
confidently he said, "But I know I didn't mention your real name."
	I was pretty sure that was the truth because he still had trouble
saying the word 'dick' unless he was deliberately trying to show off.
	"You can sit on the bed if you want.  I've got to change," Tyler
said.
	"Did you put those pajamas on just because I was coming over?"
	"No, silly," Tyler said, pulling the shirt off over his head
without unbuttoning it.  "Dad put 'em on me last night after I fell
asleep.  He said it was in case the house caught on fire and we had to
run outside."
	"Makes sense."
	"If you ask me, it's because he didn't want me to wake him up by
sitting on his morning woody."  Dropping his bottoms, he stood naked in
front of me.  "I don't mind that he does it, because I love getting
undressed in front of him.  He gets all turned on just watching me--and
I don't even try to do it sexy-like.  He told me last night to just be
natural about it and it would be so much more ... sin ... sint ..."
	"Scintillating?"
	"Yeah, that's it."
	"Well, he's right.  Watching you just now sure got me excited."
	"Really?  Can I see?"
	"Not right now.  Turn around slowly, will you?"
	"Sure, why?"
	"Well, it's been several months since I've seen you totally naked
and I do believe you're filling out nicely."
	"Honest?" he asked as he turned, looking at my face for an honest
expression.
	"Your butt's rounder.  Your hips are wider.  Are you playing
sports?"
	"Wrestling," Tyler said shyly.
	"Good for you," I said enthusiastically.  "I see your chest is
starting to get some definition, too."
	"Yeah, but I'm still the same down here," Tyler said, flicking
his tiny penis.  "It grows when it gets hard but otherwise ..." Then he
scowled.
	"It's called a Merlin's wand.  I know it must be embarrassing but
keep in mind ... when you start meeting guys--and girls, of course--and
they see you go from this size to your full size, hey, they're gonna be
impressed.  It'll be your own little magic trick."
	"Yeah, I guess you're right."
	"Your dad implied you gave it quite a workout last night."
	"Both of us did.  I mean, his too.  Hey, did you know I've started
making sperms?  Lots of 'em.  Dad drank so many last night he said he
got full and had to put the rest of 'em up his butt.  Don't tell HIM
but the last two or three times, I think I was shootin' dry cums."
	"How many times did you cum?"
	"I lost count after eleven or twelve but there were more after
that.  Dad called it quits at six but I think he cummed up my butt once
more, later."
	"What you gonna wear to confession?"
	"Just my jeans and T-shirt."
	"So I'm okay the way I'm dressed?"
	"You're dressed better than I'm gonna be.  It's not like we're
gonna be attending mass.  So can I blow ya?"
	I knew Jason hadn't told Tyler I was spending the night because
he wanted it to be a surprise, so I said, "Actually, I'm savin' it.
Got somewhere I gotta be tonight and my host is gonna expect a lot out
of me."  Seeing Tyler's sad face just destroyed me but I maintained my
resolve not to spoil the surprise.  Instead, I asked, "Would it be
against the rules for me to give you a blowjob before confession?"
	"No!" Tyler shouted excitedly.  "In fact, gettin' my rocks off
helps calm me down before confession.  Otherwise, I'm so fidgety,I
ramble."
	"Oh, so what you're saying is, I'd be doing the priest a favor."
	"Yeah, kinda," Tyler said, moving to stand in front of me.
	"Well, maybe being kind to a priest will help me get into
heaven."
	I'm not used to having such a small dick in my mouth, about an
inch-and-a-half, so it was a shock at first.  I tickled it with my
tongue and tried applying suction but I was afraid it would slip out
from between my lips.  For the first two minutes or so nothing
happened and I was beginning to think I'd lost my talent for cock
sucking.  Then, just as Tyler's pecker started traveling across my
tongue toward the back of my throat, it occurred to me that his dick was
still worn out from his father and son fuck-fest marathon.
	"You feel so good, Spunky," Tyler said, jutting his hips forward a
little while gently holding onto my head for stability.  "Did you know
everybody sucks differently?  If I were blindfolded, I could tell if it
was you or Dad or Rascal doin' me."
	I was sure he didn't want me to really answer his 'thinking
aloud' conversation, so I just kept sucking.  His cock helmet touched my
uvula--that dangly teardrop of skin in the back of the mouth--and I
realized he had added some length since our last sex session.  It
wasn't much, but it was SOME.  It was nice to know he was growing
properly, even if he WAS tiny when it was soft.
	"Ouch, Oh man, it's really sore, so don't suck too hard, okay?  I
mean, it feels great but after last night ..."
	"Ummm huh," I moaned and tried the gentle tongue-tickle approach.
Since he hadn't been trained to prolong his pleasures, it wasn't long
before he squirted.  I held his hips as he hunched two or three times
while draining his lizard of its last drops.
	"Nothin' better than a morning cum, huh, Spunky?"
	"Damn straight," I said.  "Giving OR receiving."
	"Then let me do you."
	"I made a promise to a very good friend of mine to hold off until
tonight."
	"He won't know.  You'll have all day to make more sperms."
	"Oh, trust me, he'll know."
	"How could he?" Tyler whined in disbelief.
	"He's very perceptive.  Now, get dressed, okay?"
	"K."
	Twice more, Tyler tried to get me to give in--once before he even
got fully dressed and once in the car on the way to confession.  When
we got inside, I sat in the back pew while Tyler went down front to sit
with the grannies.  He smiled angelically at several of them and shook
hands or bowed politely from the waist as he greeted those he knew.
	The members dwindled quickly until only one lady and Tyler
remained.  Just as the lady got up to enter the confessional, another
woman with twin boys about Tyler's age arrived.  Tyler greeted them
like they were good friends and although they acted reverently, as was
expected in church, their conversation was animated.  When it came time
for Tyler to go in, he deferred to the twin's mom.  The words 'Ladies
first' echoed in hushed tones back to where I was sitting.
	After the twins' mom went into the confessional, Tyler looked back
at me, shrugged his shoulders and smiled helplessly.
	I nodded that it was okay with me.
	Then he smiled, said something to the twins and they all three
looked back at me.
	I smiled, nodded once and gave a slight hand wave.
	Tyler went in next.  When he came out he said something to the
twin who was headed toward the confessional.  They exchanged quick
comments before Tyler came to the back with an excited look on his
face.
	"What?" I asked skeptically.
	"Can Sven and Jens come over today?  It'll be okay with Dad as
long as you're there.  You're planning to stay with me all day, right?"
	In a discouraging tone I said, "Well, I had planned a surprise
for you but I suppose I can change my plans."
	"What?" Tyler asked enthusiastically.
	"I thought you'd want to go see Rascal in the hospital."
	"Really!" Tyler shouted so loud it reverberated throughout the
church.
	"Shh.  Yeah, but we can do it next week."
	"No, the twins can't come over till after two."
	I saw the one twin exit and the other one enter the confessional.
	"Their mom wants to go Christmas shopping, you know, stuff for
the twins and she thought Mom would be home and she was gonna ask Mom to
watch 'em but I told her you were watching me and it would be okay for
them to come over.  They won't be any trouble, I promise.  I really want
to get to know them better.  We have some classes together and they seem
real nice--at least they don't tease me like some of the other guys and
since they're so popular, I thought it would be kewl to hang with 'em."
	"Whoa!  Take a breath before you pass out.  I'm convinced, okay?"
	"Oh yeah," he said, breathing as he said it.
	"When does she want 'em home?"
	"I don't know," Tyler said dumbfounded, like it never occurred to
him that, at some point, they'd need to go home.
	I saw the second twin leaving the confessional and his mother and
brother stand up.  "Introduce me and I'll ask her."
	"Oh ... um ... okay," Tyler said hesitantly.
	"What's the matter?"
	"Well, uh ... she hasn't actually agreed to it yet.  I mean, the
twins and I discussed it but I don't know if they've told her they're
invited over yet."
	"I hope you confessed to telling little fibs, too."
	"Yeah, it comes under the 'sins of omission' clause."
	"What's her name?"
	"I don't know.  Mrs. Heinrichson, I guess."
	As she approached, I extended my hand.  "Mrs. Heinrichson, I'm
Dick Hickey.  I work with Jason, Tyler's father, and he's asked me to
watch him this afternoon."
	She looked at me skeptically.
	"Sherita apparently has the same thing in mind that you do--
shopping, I mean, so if you'd like, I could let the twins visit with
Tyler this afternoon."
	Her face lighted up radiantly, then scowled.  "No, I couldn't
impose.  I mean, after all, you agreed to look after one, not three."
	"Actually it might make my life easier.  The kids could keep
themselves entertained, giving me a chance to catch up on my reading."
	"Are you sure?"
	Rolling my eyes up and to the right, as if deep in thought, I
said, "Yeah, pretty sure."
	"All right!" three tiny voices shouted in unison.
	Stern looks from the two adults calmed them quickly.
	"Would two ... two-thirty be okay?  I've got to see a friend in
the hospital for a few minutes."
	"Yeah.  Sure.  That would be perfect.  Uh ... you're sure about
this?"
	"Positive."
	"Uh ... I'll tell you what.  I've got to make a phone call first
but if the twins can't come over, I'll call and let you know not to
expect them."  Then turning to the twins, she asked, "Do you have
Tyler's number?"
	The twins looked at each other like they were silently talking to
each other and both said, "Yep," at the same time.
	Once Tyler and I were on the way to the hospital, Tyler said,
"Thanks for bailing me out.  Sometimes I want things so bad I don't
think things all the way through."
	"Badly," I corrected.
	"Okay," Tyler said dismissively.  "So anyway, Sven and Jens have
all these friends at school.  I think they're so popular because
they're twins, you know, a novelty."
	"It couldn't be their personality or their charming good looks,
huh?"
	"Definitely their looks. They're hot, aren't they?  You noticed,
too, huh?  They are so cute ... handsome, really.  That blond hair,
those sea blue eyes, their pale skin all packaged together in those
trim little bodies.  You couldn't see 'em but they've got muscles where
I didn't know muscles grew.  You'll see when they come over."
	"You're not inviting them over to get naked with them, are you?"
	"No.  I mean, they were wearing coats and sweaters.  You'll see
their muscles through their T-shirts.  They both wear all black because
it shows off their pale skin so much better."
	"They TOLD you that," I said as a statement of fact.
	"Yeah!  They know they're hot.  But they don't, you know, get all
over themselves because of it.  They handle it real cool.  I guess you
learn to live with it when you're that damn good looking."
	"You have nothing to worry about.  You're just as cute as they
are."
	"No way!  I'm ordinary next to them.  In fact, in competition, it
would be them, then Rascal and then me.  With a lot of other guys in
between."
	"That all depends on who's lookin'," I said.
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"You see yourself every day.  You've grown up seeing the same
face so often, it's become commonplace to you.  So when you see someone
like Rascal or the twins, you think they're better looking.  Actually,
it's more like they're new."
	"Yeah, I guess so," Tyler said none-too-convinced.
	"Now, turn that around.  Someone new, sees YOU for the first
time--what are they gonna think?  Hey, who's that cute kid?"
	"Really?"
	"That's what I thought the first time I saw you."
	"Nuh uh."
	"Yeah, I did.  In fact, I was glad Rascal insisted on riding with
your dad because I wanted to be alone with you for a few minutes before
Ryan got his clutches into you."
	"How come?"
	"I wanted to see who the real Tyler was.  I knew as soon as you
got to Ryan's place, you'd try to be part of the group--not that that's
bad.  It's just that I wanted to get to know YOU a little before you
were influenced by Ryan."
	"How'd I do?"
	"Do what?"
	"Did I pass the test?"
	"It wasn't a test.  It was just you being you.  And yes, I found
you very lovable ... in spite of the fact that you had a little dick."
	"Spunky," Tyler whined displeased.
	"You've got to learn to kid about it.  Let people think it
doesn't bother you and after a while, it won't."   Pulling into the
hospital parking lot, I said, "Jason tells me you haven't seen Ryan
yet."
	"No.  Does he look real bad?"
	"It's a shocker.  I guess you can't show much improvement in just
a week, but he's in good spirits.  That's the main thing."  We headed
to room 1327 in a somber mood.  When we got to the door, I saw a huge
guy sitting in the chair.  He weighed probably two hundred-fifty to
three hundred pounds and from the way his legs were angled awkwardly
from the chair seat, I'd guess he was six feet tall or better.
	"Who's that?" Tyler whispered only loud enough for me to hear.
	"Don't know," I whispered.  Then calling in ahead, I asked, "Are
you up for some more company?"
	"I'm up 24/7 but I can't do anything about it," I heard Ryan say
from behind the half-closed curtain.
	I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders at Ryan's guest.
"Then I guess the Viagra I asked them to put in your food is working."
	"Ty!" Ryan shouted when Tyler stepped out from behind me.
	"Oh, Ryan!" Tyler screamed, immediately followed by tears.
	"Hey, I'm okay.  I just LOOK like hell.  Besides, the pain meds
are first-rate.  I've got this ONE kind that drips from that bag right
into my arm."
	Getting Ryan's attention, I gave a quizzical nod toward his other
guest.
	"Oh, yeah.  Uncle Dicky, this is fagmasher.  He's offered to
bring me my homework.  They're ..."  Then seeing a look of shock on my
face, Ryan asked. "What?"  After a moment to think he said, "Oh, that
e-mail.  Well, it wasn't what we thought at all.  Masher had a
grandmother who smoked like a chimney and died of cancer.  He's on a
crusade to reduce teen smoking.  Masher, this is my Uncle Dickey but we
call him Spunky."
	"Hi," the boy said, standing to shake my hand.  He wore his hair
slightly longer than most of Ryan's other classmates I had met and
because he parted it in the middle, it curled inward on either side of
his face.  For all practical purposes, it looked like his forehead was
enclosed in parentheses.  He waved to Tyler and in a distinctively
British lilt he said, "Me name's Bruce but me mates call me Masher."
	"Why's that?" Tyler asked, confused because he wasn't aware that
Bruce had sent Ryan an e-mail using the 'fagmasher' address.
	"Because, if we call him fag, people would get the wrong idea,"
Ryan said.  "In Britain, cigarettes are called fags.  It's not what
you're thinking.  Anyway, Masher had this e-mail name back in Britain,
so when he transferred here, he wanted to keep it."
	"All me mates know it, so all they had to do was change the
school name and they could still contact me."
	"Mr. Supelveda, our vice principal told him about how people
would get it confused with fagbasher and stuff like that but in the end,
they let him keep his old name."
	"So, I'm guessing that wasn't a threatening letter you got,
then?" I asked.
	"No, sloppy typing," Ryan explained.  "It should have said, 'a
sixth sense about Jeremy', not 'a sick sense'."
	"If you're all set, then, I'll be poppin' off.  Got chores to do
before me mum gets home.  Da' is flyin' in tonight for a few days and
they'll want some privacy, so I gotta be outta the way, up in me room,
ye know?"
	I loved the lilt in his voice and how words sounded so much
friendlier, like 'way' sounded like a cross between 'wee' and 'weigh.'
	"Don't go on my account," I said.
	"Nice meeting ya, Uncle Dickey and you, too, Ty."
	After he left, Ryan said, "Lucky me.  He talked to the principal
and offered to bring me my homework once a week.  I can tape record my
answers until I can start writing again."  He nodded toward a small
tape recorder next to a backpack full of books.
	I wondered how the school expected him to hold a book or turn a
page but I didn't say anything.  I hoped the school or the hospital
would be able to provide those services for him.
	"You can touch me," Ryan said.
	I looked at Tyler who was still looking at Ryan in disbelief.
	"I won't break.  At least, not anywhere where there's a cast."
	Tyler continued to stand like a statue.
	"It's true," I comforted as I leaned over to kiss Ryan on the
forehead.
	"Nungh uh, on the mouth," Ryan said.
	"Oh no.  The last time we did that, the doctor chewed me out for
molesting you."
	"Yeah, but it wasn't my lips you were kissing.  Besides, we had
a long talk.  He's okay with it now."
	"Yeah, sure, and white roses bloom in the Arctic at
Christmastime."
	"I'm serious.  Even Daddy talked to him."
	"About me!" I stammered.
	"About everyone who wants to.  Daddy told him all about my ...
hyperactive libido.  The doctor said he was gonna do some blood tests
to see if he could bottle it--my libido, that is--and sell it over the
counter."
	"You'd be filthy rich," I smiled.
	"Daddy helps out as often as he can but once a day just ain't
makin' it.  Hey, Ty, wanna give me a hand?"
	"Huh?"
	"A hand job.  I gotta get a nutt or I won't sleep tonight."
	Tyler looked up at me and I nodded that it was okay.
	Reaching under the sheet, Tyler gripped Ryan's hard-on.  Ryan
moved his right arm out of the way--the one with the broken fingers--
and Tyler leaned in for a better stroking angle.
	"You can suck it if you want."
	"No way," Tyler said, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone
heard Ryan's remark.
	"I've got a private room.  No one will know other than Spunky.
In fact, Spunky sucked me last week."
	"Wicked cool!" Tyler said, staring at me with admiration.  "Is it
okay, Spunky?  Can I?"
	I pulled the curtain past the first curve, leaving the end of the
bed half-enclosed, thereby shielding the side and foot of the bed from
the doorway.  "Go ahead.  Just don't jostle him."  I stepped around to
the side of the bed that had his leg in traction.  "I'm going to try
and hold this steady for you, okay, Rascal?"
	"Thanks.  I'm pretty sure I'm getting used to what to move and
how."
	"But it never hurts to take precautions," I said.
	Tyler was just tall enough that he could bend at the waist and
suck Ryan's cock.  Ryan moaned like a virgin when Tyler first went down
on him.  For Ryan, a week without a blowjob must have made him FEEL
like a virgin again.
	Tyler was enthusiastic with his oral homage and Ryan rolled his
eyes as he enjoyed his friend's attention.
	"Tell me I'm not running a brothel, here," Dr. Wasserdyne said,
stepping up to the foot of the bed.
	"Ohmigod!" Tyler said, drool sluicing over his lips and down his
chin.
	"Of course not.  I don't pay for sex!" Ryan said, as if insulted
by the idea.
	"I'm guessing you two know each other?" Dr. Wasserdyne said,
looking at Tyler, while extending a friendly hand for me to shake.
"Nice to see you again," and to my surprise, he added, "... uh,
Spunky."
	"Dr. Wasserdyne, this is Tyler," Ryan said.  "He's the one with a
sister named Taylor."  Then in a moment of enlightenment, Ryan said,
"Hey?   Where IS Taylor?"
	"Out of town," I said, as I wondered what all Ryan had told the
good doctor about us.
	"She'll be coming up here, too," Ryan said.  "You'll recognize
her.  She looks just like THIS cocksucker but she has tits."
	"Ryan!" I admonished.
	"Well, she DOES look like him," Ryan said defensively, knowing
that was NOT what I was admonishing him about.
	Dr. Wasserdyne extended his hand.  "Nice to meet you, Tyler.  I
thought I'd check on my patient but I see he's in good hands."
	"It WAS a good MOUTH until YOU showed up," Ryan accused.
	"And I'm sure it will be just as good when I'm gone.  In the
meantime, is there anything I can get you--other than the obvious?" he
said, with a smile that indicated Dr. Wasserdyne was comfortable with
Ryan's kind of banter.  "Your meds okay?  The nurses are leaving you
alone?  Oh yeah, did you get that male orderly I arranged?"
	"Hey, yeah.  He's sweet.  He's so sympathetic to my plight, he
just whips it out, tucks it in the urinal, doesn't even blink an eye."
	"So you're able to urinate comfortably, now?"
	"Yeah, thanks.  You have no idea what a relief it is."
	"You understand, however ..."
	"Yeah, yeah," Ryan said rolling his eyes.  "I can't put the moves
on him or you'll have him taken away."
	"Just so we understand each other."
	"But if he makes the first move, I'm not gonna say no.  Hey!  I'm
a five foot itch with no way to scratch!"
	Dr. Wasserdyne smiled.  "You might not get scratched often but
from what I can tell, you get scratched quite well when you do."
	Gently moving Tyler out of the way, he examined Ryan's cock so
closely his breath caused Ryan's pubic bush to quiver when he exhaled.
"Everything looks to be in good working order," the doctor said.  "Any
complaints?  And don't say you're not getting enough action.  It looks
to me like it's two against one."
	"I need Tyler's help just to even up the odds."  I said, with a
smile.
	"If you promise not to wear these two out, I'll let them stay."
	"I promise, doctor," Ryan said.  "I'd cross my heart but I'm kinda
tied up here."
	I walked Dr. Wasserdyne to the door to ask if I could use the
vibrator on Ryan.
	"No problem.  His dad's been using it on him occassionally and it
seems to help him sleep better."
	"Thanks," I said, "I want Tyler to see how it's used when it's
used properly.  He and his sister are starting to get into ... uh ..."
	"Sexual experimentaion?" Dr. Wasserdyne asked.
	"Yeah."
	"Incestuous?"
	"I don't think so," I said thoughtfully.  "They're close--in a
friendly way--but, so far, I think they're just helping each other learn
the ropes ... as test dummies, so to speak."
	"I'll talk to them about the pitfalls, if you want.  I'm guessing
you could get the parent's permission.  What I'm saying is, uh," and the
doctor looked around before he whipsered furtively, "at no charge."
	Even before the doctor was out of the room, Tyler was slurping
nosily on Ryan's cock--presumably at Ryan's insistence.  Ryan had his
eyes closed enjoying the obviously expert blowjob Tyler was administering
the "patient."
	Quietly removing the vibrator from Ryan's night stand, I said,
"Tyler, let me get this going and you can get back to what you were doing."
	Tyler looked in my direction but he didn't release Ryan's cock
from his mouth.  Again, he had to physically be moved out of the way.
	As I eased the vibrator in, Tyler watched in rapt fascination.
	"What's that?" Tyler asked.
	Flicking it on to the low setting, I said, "Go down on him
again."
	When Tyler's lips touched Ryan's erection, he felt the vibrations
and backed off suddenly.  "Whoa!  That's neat!"  Then he started deep-
throating Ryan again.
	Ruffling Ryan's hair I said, "I miss you, Rascal.  You've got to
get well soon."
	Through grunts and groans of ecstasy he said, "I'm trying my
best."  A moment later I carefully reached between his legs and pushed
the button to medium speed.
	"Okay?"
	"Ummmm," both boys hummed.
	I let that run for a minute or two before I turned it up on 'high.'
Then I said, "Tyler, gently press your finger down on this end and move
it around very slowly.  Then start sucking him again, okay?"
	Tyler looked at Ryan's face with uncertainty but Ryan's
expression of confidence in him inspired Tyler to begin moving it
around.  Then he went down on Ryan again.  Once Tyler hit Ryan's
prostate and felt the dick in his mouth respond with a jerk, Tyler knew
what was expected of him.  He eased the vibrator back and forth--on and
off Ryan's prostate gland.
	I watched intently and saw Tyler would give it a short quick jolt
one time and a more prolonged application at others.  I think Tyler was
enjoying the feeling he was getting in his mouth but I was fairly sure
he had no IDEA what he was doing for Ryan.
	Without warning--perhaps in retaliation for the ecstatic prostate
teasing he was receiving--Ryan blew a huge load into Tyler's mouth.  I
knew it was huge because most of it landed in Ryan's pubes when the
unsuspecting Tyler opened his mouth from surprise.  To his credit,
Tyler immediately clamped down on Ryan's spurting cock and vacuumed the
rest up cleanly.
	"Oh, man," Tyler said, catching his breath, "that was the biggest
load I've ever taken."
	"Well, you didn't take much of it," Ryan said with a chuckle,
looking at the mess around his groin.
	"Tyler's not as experienced as you are, Ryan.  You should have
warned him," I said, turning off the vibrator and easing it out gently
so I didn't disturb the leg that was in traction.  "Hey, Ty, save some
for me," I said.  "It's been almost a week for me, too."
	After I licked up several mouthfuls, Tyler cleaned up the rest.
	"I'd do you, Ty," Ryan said, "but I'm kinda tied up, here."
	"He should be okay for a while," I said, even though I saw his
jeans were tenting.
	"Why's that?"
	"Well, let's just say his dad's walking bow-legged today."
	"All right, Ty!  Imaginary high-five, dude!"
	Tyler looked at Ryan quizzically, then realized any high-five at
this point was impossible unless it was imagined.
	"Mom's gone this weekend and we had the house to ourselves.  There
wasn't anything on TV so Dad suggested we go to bed early," Tyler said
with a wicked smile.
	"I bet that's one time you didn't say 'no,' you dirty dog," Ryan
said approvingly.  "You been topping your ol' man?"
	Defensively, Tyler said, "He's been topping me, too."
	"I would hope so, with that cute ass of yours," Ryan said
appreciatively.  "It would be a shame to let such a perfect ass go to
waste."  Then thinking quickly, as he usually does, he said, "Hey, you
know what I'd like?"  Answering his question as he usually does, too,
he said, "You two jackin' each other off."
	"I'm sure you'd like that, but I'm gonna have to say, 'not this
time.'"
	"Awh, why not?"
	Tyler made a goo-goo-eyed expression and sang in a sing-song
tone, "Spunky's got a date tonight."
	I quickly looked at Ryan to make sure he remembered that my
sleepover at Tyler's was a surprise.
	"But look at him," Ryan said using eye movements to direct my
attention to the boner in Tyler's pants.  "He needs some relief--now."
	Before Tyler could say anything to reinforce Ryan's plea, I said,
"He still has one more night with his dad before Sherita gets home.
You wouldn't want him to start the night off with a limp dick, would
you?"
	"Oh, man, I'd love to watch," Ryan said enviously.  "When you two
make love, it's like ... watching your favorite movie while listening
to your favorite CD, eating Belgian chocolates and drinking champagne.
Oh, and strokin' your pecker--usin' motion lotion--can't forget that."
	"What he's trying to say is, watching you and your dad are a
delight for the eyes, a symphony to the ears, a treat for the tongue
and an effervescence for the nostrils," I said.  "And great jack-off
material--can't forget that."
	Tyler hung his head bashfully.  "Doing it with you was fun, I
mean, it was great!  But when Dad and I finally got to do it ... just
the two of us ... it was like ... every Christmas present, birthday
present and Easter basket rolled into one.  The first time I drank his
cum, I would have sworn it was hundred-proof liquor 'cuz I felt like I
was drunk."
	"You've never been drunk--how would YOU know?" Ryan accused.
	"Yeah.  Two years ago, I drank a half-pint of peach schnapps
before Mom found me passed out.  It was Christmas and bottles were
just sitting around.  I didn't know any better.  We never keep liquor
in the house."
	"Not where you can reach it, anyway," I chuckled.
	Bashfully, Tyler agreed, "It's true, though, I didn't know.  I
saw the word 'peach' and I like peaches.  I didn't know what the word
'schnapps' was but I saw another guy drinking out of a bottle of
peppermint schnapps so I figured it wasn't poison."
	"Trust me," I said.  "It's poison.  It's just a poison that is
socially tolerated--like cigarettes--even if it IS federally
regulated."
	"Wow, I can't believe this."
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"Tyler's actually done something I've never done!"
	"What?" Tyler asked excitedly.
	"Passed out from drinking.  Dude, you ROCK!"
	"Well, I didn't mean to pass out."
	"I don't think ANYone 'plans' to pass out," I said.  "It just
sneaks up on 'em."
	"Dad stayed with me that night--in my room, I mean.  He slept on
the floor next to the bed.  I remember I asked him to sleep with me
because, even then, I knew I loved him, but he said the bed was too
small.  When I tried to get out of bed to sleep with him on the floor,
the room started swirling and I almost puked."
	"So what you're saying is, the first time you had sex with your
dad you almost puked?"
	"From nervousness, yeah.  I had loved him secretly for so long.
I wanted it to be perfect and I was afraid I'd mess it up, somehow.
But the taste of his cum calmed me right down.  When he told me I
could fuck him, I just about passed out--like when I was drunk.  But
when Dad stuck his big ol' boner up MY butt, I just wanted ALL life to
end right then and there, so we'd both be together for eternity--
joined cock to ass, mouth to mouth."
	"Quit it, you've given me another woody," Ryan said.
	"We have to be leaving, anyway.  Tyler's expecting company."
	"Not like this!" Ryan whined, gazing longingly at his tented
sheet.
	"Will you be quick about it?" I asked seriously.
	"Oh, yeah, I wanna be quick.  In fact, I'd like to be quick six
times, one right after the other."
	"Once and we gotta go." I said.  Then I leaned over and sucked
his cock, flipping the sheet over my head as I went down.  It was then
that I realized how much I missed him in my life.  Not just his cock
but the whole wonderful, quirky, little package that was Rascal.
	As promised, he came quickly, although not quietly.  I kissed him
good-bye, exchanging some of his cum in the kiss.  Then I said, "Save
the other five for your dad."
	"Awh, dammit!  Now I'm gettin' hard again, just thinkin' about
it."
	"Your time would be better spent thinking of ways to get your mom
out of the room long enough for your dad to do it--at least one."
	Tyler and I waved good-bye and Ryan flexed his erection under the
sheet--his only way of waving--causing Tyler to giggle.
	When we got to the car, I phoned Jason.  I started the car to
warm it up but I left it in park.

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	"Just a quick question.  Is it okay if Tyler has some friends over
this afternoon?"
	"The Heinrichson twins?"
	"Yeah.  How did you know?"
	"Mrs. Heinrichson called to see if it was okay.  Actually, from
her tone of voice, I think she called to verify if I knew YOU were
watching Tyler."
	"Oh really?" I said skeptically.
	"We don't often have non-family watch the kids."
	"Oh, well, I feel better, now.  I thought maybe I had a flashing
neon sign across my forehead during confessions that read 'Pervert!'"
	"No, moms just tend to be overly protective."
	"Good, I was starting to get a little paranoid."
	"Gotta go.  Have fun with the kids.  Hey wait!  She said you
offered.  You did, didn't you?"
	"Yeah, I did.  That was okay, wasn't it?"
	"Yeah, we're encouraging the kids to seek out new friends."
	"See you after work," I said, feeling the heater kick in.  As we
drove out of the lot, I asked Tyler, "So what do you know about the
twins?"
	"Not much more than I've already told you.  They're like, eight
months younger than me.  They get good grades.  You know what?  One
twin could study real hard one week and then pass the homework on to
the other one and vice versa and no one would know the difference.
That would be so cool--to only study half the time."
	Tyler's attempt to think as deviously as Rascal was slightly
faulty.
	"That's why they invented pop quizzes and tests and things."
	"Oh yeah.  Not so cool.  You know what IS cool?  The way Ryan can
pop a boner anytime he wants."
	Glancing for a moment into Tyler's lap I said, "You don't seem to
have a problem with it."
	"I was thinkin' about Lyle sucking Ryan off five times in a row.
That would be awesome!"
	"Kinda like when you sucked us off--three times."
	"Yeah, like that.  Um, Spunky, can I jack off?  It hurts."
	"Of course you can."
	Tyler began trying to unzip without unbuckling his seatbelt.
	"I'm sure your dad can use the rest."
	"Huh?"
	"If I had a daddy I loved, I'd save it for HIM."
	"Oh, man," Tyler whined.  "It hurts.  I can do it again later."
	"Go ahead.  I'm not stopping you."
	He began tugging at his clothes again.
	"It's just as much fun to lay there and snuggle after you start
shooting dry loads.  Right?"
	"God!  You're as good at guilt as Mom."
	"Thanks," I smiled.  "But I have to practice it--it comes to HER
naturally."
	"I believe that!"
	As we approached the house, I asked, "Should I park on the
street?"
	"No, pull up in the driveway but park--just to the right a
little--on the grass."
	"You sure?"
	"Yeah, where those tire tracks are.  That's where Mom's family
parks when they come over."
	"What about your dad?"
	"He doesn't have any family."
	"No, where will HE park?"
	"Oh, he'll park in the garage and Mom parks in the driveway."
	"Okay," I said, aiming the front tires into the twin ruts in
the grass.
	We went inside to wait for the twins.  While we waited, I
wondered why Mrs. Heinrichson asked if I really wanted to watch the
twins and why Jason asked if I had really OFFERED to sit them.  Even
though I had agreeded to it, I was beginning to wonder what I had
gotten myself into.

To be continued.

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