Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2024 21:03:15 +0100 (CET) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: The Ponies of Windermere Valley chapter 4 There was a knock at the door at 11:40. I was sitting in the living room in my robe with my laptop. "Who is it?", I asked, standing up and closing my robe. "It's me, Tristan," he softly voiced. I unlocked the door and opened it, just as my home security system app alerted me that there was someone on my porch. I could tell that he had been crying. I picked him up, carried him to my recliner, and sat down with him. His face was streaked with dried tears. When we sat down, he leaned into me. A fresh tear ran down his cheek. His phone silently buzzed in his pocket and he ignored it. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat, hugging and rocking him. I held him for almost an hour, and he cried off and on, neither of us saying a word. His phone buzzed every few minutes, and he ignored it. "Someone's trying really hard to get ahold of you, and it's probably someone who loves you and is worried about you," I said softly, breaking the long silence. "It's just my sister." He didn't move. "Well, maybe you should just answer and let her know that you're okay, so she can get some rest. The last thing we need is for her to call the police and report you as a missing child." He dug the phone out of his pocket. "What, Monica?," he answered, remaining curled in my lap. "Yes you do, I told you that I was going to Andrew's," he said. I could hear her giving him an earful and immediately understood why he didn't want to talk to her. "I already told you. He's our new neighbor, and he's friends with Luke & Caryn and Reverend Tom. And he's my friend now, too." I watched another tear stream down his face. He was frustrated and tired. "Why the hell would you even say that? He's not a child molester! You can't just say things like that!" He listened for a solid minute, the cry in him building. "If dad cared about me at all, I probably wouldn't be here, so call him and yell at him, not me! And tell him that if I get molested, it's his fault!," She began talking again in a defensive tone, and he listened through his crying. "Monica, I'm safe and I'm going to hang up now, and I'm turning my phone off." With that, he ended the call and turned his phone off. I continued to rock him and he continued to cry. "I'm proud of you, Tris," I said. I kissed his head. "I know that was a very hard call, and you did really well." Several more minutes passed without a word being said. I hugged him and rubbed his back, with an occasional kiss. "Can I stay here tonight?," he asked, pulling himself up into more of a sitting position. I knew that this was coming, and I really wanted him to stay, but I didn't want to take advantage of the boy, and I knew that I would if I had the opportunity. "Well, can you tell me what happened?," I asked. He began to go through the events of the evening, which started with a call from Monica to Walter. She calls every couple months and they fight. "She wants dad to terminate his parental rights and let her adopt me, but she only wants to do it if she gets all of his estate, and he won't give it to her. She tells him what a bad dad he is and that he's ruining my life, and they just fight. It happens all the time. Then Monica started calling me and telling me to tell dad that I didn't feel safe at home any more and that I wanted to go live with her." "Do you? Feel safe at home?" "Yeah. I mean, I wish it was different, but I don't feel unsafe." "Would you want to go live with your sister?" "No." He shook his head. "I hate her. Plus I've got friends here, and the Coopers, and now you." "So, how did we get to where we are tonight, sitting on my lap?" I asked. Dad ended up passing out, like he always does, and I finally went to bed, but this time I couldn't stop crying. I went down stairs to wake dad up, but he never wakes up until morning, and I just didn't want to be alone. I was going to go to the Coopers, but all of their lights were off and I didn't want to wake them up, so I walked down here. and saw your light on. I texted Monica to let her know I was coming here, and that's when she started calling me again." I pulled him back in to me and rocked him for a few more minutes. "Buddy, It's late. It's 1 a.m.," I said. "How about if we get you undressed and I carry you to bed? Does that sound okay?" "Yeah. I'm really tired." I repositioned him on my lap and untied his shoes, pulling them off of him. Then I pulled his socks off of him before standing him up. I undressed him down to his underwear and carried him to the bathroom. I stood behind him, mostly holding him up. I pulled his underwear down in front and held his half erect penis for him while he peed. When he was done I shook him off and pulled his underwear back up to cover him. He sat on the edge of the tub and watched me pee, seeing my penis for the first time. "You're naked under your robe," he said sleepily, watching me. "Yep. I just got out of the shower and put my robe on." I turned to look at him. "I wasn't expecting company," I said. He looked up from my penis and acknowledged his intrusion with a sad grin. "It's okay, I'm glad you're here," I said, shaking myself off. "Do you always have a boner?" He asked. "I felt it when I was sitting on your lap, and in the pool." "Any time I'm with you, I have a boner," I said, lifting him back up. He smiled a sleepy smile and I carried him into the bedroom, holding him in one arm and turning down his side of the bed. I laid him down and then I disrobed, allowing him to see me fully naked before I put on some boxers. "The sheets are cold," he said with a shiver in his voice. I covered him and pulled him in to me, face to face. "I'm sorry that I don't have any pajamas for you," I said. "Want me to find you something else to wear?" "No, that's okay. I usually just sleep in my undies." he said, scooting himself into me as tightly as he could. I wrapped him up in my arms. "Hey, Tris?" "Yeah?" "Everything is gong to be okay." "But, how do you know? What if Monica really tries to take me away?" "I'll do everything that I can to keep you right here," I said, hugging him tighter. ""You really will?" I kissed his cheek. "I really will." Tristan closed his eyes. I ran my fingers through his hair and watched the muscles in his face relax. There was a remnant of a tear on his cheek, and I wiped it away, and then touched his face again. "Good night, buddy." "Good night. I love you." "I love you too, buddy." I kissed his lips. "When I spend the night at Nateys, Mrs. Cooper always tucks me in and kisses me goodnight, too," he half consciously mumbled. "But she kisses my cheek." "Well I think every boy needs a good tuck in and a kiss, every night," I said, and I kissed him again. "Yeah," he agreed. He kissed me and turned over on his belly. I patted his bottom and rubbed his back. His breathing slowed and he didn't utter another sound. I slept restlessly, not being used to sleeping with another person, especially a beautiful, nearly naked boy. I was aware of him even in my sleep, waking with his every movement and sound. I was awake when he began to stir. His back was to me and he rolled over and stretched. I rolled over on top of him, holding myself up over him with my elbows. "Can I see those beautiful green eyes?" He smiled, contorted his body in another stretch, and opened his eyes. "Good morning." "Good morning," he mumbled. I laid back down on my side, facing him and put my hand on his chest. "You slept hard, buddy." "Yeah, I was really tired, he managed through his sleepy smile. I slid my hand down into his waist band and lightly gripped his erection. "Looks like this little guy slept pretty hard, too." He laughed and squirmed at the unexpected touch. "I think it's just hard `cause I have to pee. It's usually hard in the morning." "Yeah, mine does that too," I said, removing my hand from inside his underwear. "Can I go pee and then come get back in bed for a few more minutes?" "Well, there's a price to pay for getting out of bed," I said. "There is?," he smiled. "Yep. It's going to cost you your very best good morning kiss." He smiled and kissed my lips with a single, soft kiss. "And, it's going to cost you to get back into bed with me," I added. He kissed me again, anticipating the fee. "Nope, that's not it," I played. He wore his boyish curiosity in his smile. "Then what is it? A hug?," he asked, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Oooooh, I do love your hugs, but that's not it," I said. He looked at me puzzled, as if he had exhausted every option of payment. "If you're going to get back in bed with me, you're going to have to give me lots of naked Tristan cuddles and lots more of those kisses." He grinned. "I'll be right back," he said, sliding out of the bed and taking off in a run to the bathroom. He peed and came back to the side of the bed, took off his underwear and climbed back into bed with me. I pulled him in to me and wrapped him up. "You're warm," he said, snuggling in to me. "So are you." I caressed his bottom. "And your naked body feels good up against me." "Yeah," he agreed. "I'm glad you got this little guy taken care of," I said, taking his penis into my fingers and gently playing with it. "Yeah," he giggled. "After I peed, my boner went away." "It sure did!," I said. "Now it's back to your regular little Tristan penis," I said, touching him and moving down to touch his soft boy sack. "That tickles, but the good kind of tickle. Not the kind that makes me laugh," he said. He was completely relaxed. "I really like the way you feel, too," I said. "I bet Mrs. Cooper doesn't wake you up like this when you stay over there, does she?" "No," he giggled. "You're the only one who touches my privates," he said, looking up at me with innocent and content eyes. "It would be weird if she touched me like this." "Can I have some more of those good morning kisses?," I whispered, bringing my lips to his. He kissed me. My lips continued to lightly touch his, and he kissed me again. His lips smiled and he giggled. I kissed his smile with several light kisses, and he began to kiss me back, giggling at my playful persistence. I gently touched his delicate little boy area as our lips played together. "You're giving me a boner," he giggled, with his lips still pressing into mine. He kissed me even more playfully. "Good. I like giving you a boner," I said. His giggly kisses ate my words. I pulled my lips away from him. "Those were some good kisses," I said, tracing my finger from his young erection up to his belly. "That was a lot of kisses!," Tristan giggled. I kissed him again and pulled him up on to me. "Tristan, you're a wonderful boy," I said, patting his bottom. "You're making me fall in love with you every single day." "I am?," he questioned. He squirmed on top of me. "I can feel your boner under mine," he giggled, wiggling his hips. "Yeah, it's under there. I think it wants to come out." "It does? How do you know?" "Well, it likes the way you feel lying on top of it, and it doesn't like being stuck in my boxers," I said. "But, I have an idea..." I uncovered us, laid Tristan over to my side and pulled my boxers off. Tristan looked at it, not wanting to be caught staring, but unable to take his eyes off of it. "Come on," I said, patting my belly. He resumed his position lying on top of me, his pubic area directly on top of mine. If my penis had been flaccid, they would have been touching. I tucked my erection under him so that it came up between his spread legs through the base of his crack. "Better?," I asked, gently pressing my erection against his bottom. "Yeah," he said, snuggling back down on me. I pulled the covers back up. "My boner is just like yours," I explained. It's just bigger because I'm older and I've gone through some changes that you haven't gone through yet." "That's puberty, right?" "That's right! And all the things your boner likes, mine likes too," I said. My boner wants to touch your weenie and bottom, too," I said. "It does?," he squealed in his inquisitive boyish voice. "Yep," I said, letting the length of my erection graze his crack. "It's softer than I thought it would be," he giggled. "It feels kinda good," he sheepishly admitted. I patted him and let my erection rest on his bottom. He laid on me for several minutes. "Andrew?" "Yeah, buddy?" "I know that you've got work today, but I don't... I don't wanna leave you." I pulled him up to me so that we were face to face. "You're going to be okay. You're going to need to go check in with your dad, and I'm sure Natey will be ready to play." "Yeah. He probably will. Can I come back as soon as you're finished with work?" His serious tone suddenly changed. "I'll pay you with kisses and naked cuddles," he grinned. I leaned in and kissed his lips. "Deal," I said, and we kissed again. "And as much as I hate to bring this to an end, we're going to have to get the day started soon. Let's cuddle for another 5 minutes, and then you go get in the shower," I said. "And while you're showering, I'll go make you a cup of coffee," I teased. "I don't drink coffee," he giggled, propping himself up on me with his elbows. I caressed his bottom. "Oh. Then I'll make myself some coffee, and then we'll go from there. Sound good?" "Sounds good," he said, "but we still have four and a half minutes." I kicked the blanket off and rolled over on top of him, pinning his legs under my chest. My head hovered above his abdomen. I began to kiss his soft belly and worked up to his chest, kissing both of his small, flat nipples. "I guess Mrs. Cooper has never done this either, has she?," I asked between kisses. "Nooo," he laughed, reaching down and touching himself. I rolled him on to his belly and perched on top of his legs again, lightly spanking him. "And I bet she doesn't spank this little naked bottom, does she?" He laughed as I began to tickle his sides, and then moved back and forth from tickling to patting his bottom. He kicked underneath me when I tickled him, and caught his breath as my hands played with his soft, firm cheeks. I hopped up off of him, scooped him up and held him. He hugged me. "Thank you for your cuddles this morning," I whispered. And your sweet kisses." "You're welcome," he smiled. "Time for that shower now," I said, carrying him into the bathroom and putting him down. I opened the shower curtain and he stepped in. I took a couple pokes at his belly and penis, instantly bringing his giddiness. "Can you figure the water out?," I asked, closing the curtain. The shower started. I placed a towel on the rack and told him I'd be in the kitchen making coffee. I turned on the Keurig and made a cup of coffee, standing just outside the back door in my robe, watching the ponies playing out in the field. My erection was still at its peak and I knew that I was going to have to get off before I got any work done. I went back inside, sat my half empty mug on the counter and went into the bathroom. Dropping my robe, I stepped into the shower with Tristan. "You're going to shower with me?," he asked excitedly. I picked him up. "Remember the other day when I was talking to you and Natey, and we talked about cum?" "Yeah," he said, "I remember. It happens when it feels really good, right?" "You're a smart boy, Tris," I said, patting his bottom. I lowered him back down. "If you want to, you can help me cum right now" I said. "Would you like that?" "Yeah, sure," he said, nodding. "Too bad Natey isn't here to see it." "There'll be more for him," I said. I sat in the bottom of the tub with my legs open. "You sit right here," I said, sitting him down facing me and opening his legs around mine. "Take your hands like this," I said, placing both of his hands on my erection. I began to move them up and down on me. He glanced back and forth between my face and his hands. I almost immediately discharged some precum, and I used it in his hands to lubricate me. "Is that it?" "Not quite, buddy, but it won't be long," I said, increasing his motion on my erection. In less than a minute, I shot my first load, straight up, taking Tristan by surprise. It landed on his leg as the second shot came. I aimed it into his chest, and I finished unloading the last few shots onto his belly. "Oh my god! That's cum? That's the part that feels good?" I held his hands on my erection, slowly rubbing up and down my length. "That's it," I said, feeling very relieved. I removed my hands from his and he continued to explore my erection without my assistance. "What do you think?" He looked up at me, still grasping me with both hands. "That was really cool how it shot up like that. And I kinda like the way it feels," he giggled, with a trace of embarrassment at his admission. "Buddy, I do too. You make me feel so good." The shower was raining on us as we sat in the tub together. Tristan had a big smile on his face. It was the perfect mix of natural boyish wonder and the look of accomplishment, knowing that he was such a big help to me. "Come here," I said, pulling him up to me. He sat on my lap with his legs wrapped around me and my still erect penis gently pressing into the split in his young, round bottom. "Your hotdog is in my buns," he laughed. I smiled and laughed with him. "Your boner really does like my bottom!" I kissed his beautiful grin. "Let's get my cum off of you and you go ahead and finish up your shower," I said, helping him up. "I'm going to get dried off and dressed. I got up and left beautiful naked Tristan in the shower by himself, and dried off in my bedroom. I was finishing dressing when he got out of the shower. He dried himself off and came into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. "Feel better, buddy?" "Yeah, I feel pretty good. Is there anything for breakfast?," he asked, taking his towel off and draping it across the bed. "I've got some Frosted Flakes. Would that work? And maybe some toast?" I could tell that he wasn't wanting to leave. "Come here, buddy," I said. I opened my arms and he came into my hug and melted there. "Let's make a deal. You're going to have to go home, at least for a few minutes and let your dad know that you're okay. You can't go naked, can you?" He smirked. "So let's get you dressed and I'll give you some breakfast, and then I'll need a few hours to get some work done." "Can I have your phone number so I can call or text you?" "I'll give you my number," I said, "and I'll get yours, and if I'm done early, I'll call or text you." "Promise?" "I promise. In fact," I'll pinkie promise with your weenie, I said, hoping to lighten his mood. He laughed and I grabbed his weenie in my pinkie and promised to call him. "We've got a plan?" "Yeah, I guess so." "One more thing," I said, lifting him up and laying him on the bed. "What is it?" I opened his legs and took his penis into my mouth, feeling the instant rush of adrenaline as I felt his young little tool with my tongue. I lightly pulled and sucked him, enjoying his soft boy sized glans. He quivered as I delicately bathed him with my saliva and tongue, twisting around him with soft pulling and suction. I released him with kisses on and around his penis. "That's just a little head start for later," I said, and then I kissed his lips. His smile was contagious. "That felt really good, Andrew." "Good," I said, rolling him over and smacking his bottom. "Now get up and go get dressed. I'll meet you in the kitchen with some food."