Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 14:47:46 -0400 From: Eff Del Subject: Young-but Daily Growing-Part 10 Young, But Daily Growing-Part 10 By Eff Del We all walk this world following our own personal trail; a vast series of interconnecting circles- sometimes passing sometimes interacting with others who are travelling their own looping courses. There are no coincidences in this. The intersections are not haphazard. They are purposeful and ordained. The meeting and touching of one life by another while sometimes seeming inconsequential is never without impact. Infrequently, some such assignations are anticipated in advance and are of great significance. As the Buddha tells us; "When the Student is ready-the Teacher will appear". Sean and I were waiting together at the massive front door as a white Range Rover HSE pulled up the drive stopping just at the steps to the front entrance. The driver's door opened and we watched silently as the Professor extricated himself from behind the wheel. I managed to sneak a sidewise glance at Sean as he stood rooted in place wide eyed and mouth opened. I wished just briefly that I had the power to see this man for the first time through this little boy's eyes although I remembered well enough my own impression when we'd first met when I was 13 years old. Daryl Swaim, PHD was a massive man. No other single word suited him better. He stood six feet four inches tall and I would not venture to guess his body weight. A casual observer might call him overweight but that would be true only if you would also call a grizzly bear overweight. Not one bit of him appeared flabby...he was just big. He wore a light tan safari jacket over a faded blue tee shirt and brown twill trousers. On his feet were dark grey socks and comfortable old Birkenstock sandals. His very large hands were busily folding up a pair of polarized sunglasses and stuffing them into a jacket pocket while simultaneously exchanging them for a pair of black rimmed spectacles. His round full face was more ruddy than tanned...his cheeks were like plump apples and his wide grin revealed a mouthful of even white overlarge teeth that were not obstructed by his grey Lord Kitchener mustache. Behind his eyeglasses danced a pair of sparkling blue eyes that I knew from experience could pierce into the soul like lasers when he so desired. His longish shaggy grey hair sprung out wild and unruly from underneath the floppy grey tweed Irish walking hat perched comfortably upon his head. To my eyes and mind he hadn't changed a bit in four years. I stepped up to greet him extending my hand which he clasped in both of his massive paws holding it lightly but firmly as he stared in my eyes. "Ha! Eric Tucker you certainly don't look like the desolate wreck I'd been expecting to find. All things being equal you look quite splendid and it's so awfully good to see you!" "It's wonderful to see you again Professor but...I didn't realize that you were going to drive all the way out here. I'd have sent my plane for you surely you know that." The big man let out a deep hearty laugh and said; "What?..." he gestured toward the Range Rover "... And leave Shadowfax home alone to pine over my absence?" For our entire long acquaintance, Doctor Swaim had driven Range Rover vehicles exclusively...white ones at that,,,and- everyone had been christened "Shadowfax" after Gandalf's horse in the Lord of the Rings books. As near as I could figure, the vehicle parked on my drive was the fourth or perhaps the fifth incarnation of the Professor's "trusty steed" since I had known him. The large man turned his gaze to my awe stuck little boy and not waiting for me to make any formal introductions, he extended his right hand in greeting. "You of course are Sean." He said with a smile on his face and in his voice. "We shall be getting to learn a great deal from each other in the coming weeks and I am delighted to meet you!" Sean extended his own hand which was quickly engulfed in the Professor's huge grasp. "H-hello Professor Swaim. It's very nice to meet you too." The big fellow delivered another hearty laugh and placed a hand on Sean's shoulder. The little boy was totally dwarfed as they stood there. "He looks like a tiny elf compared to him" I thought to myself and suddenly I couldn't hide a smile at my own secret thoughts..."that's what we've got here" I mused..."It's the meeting of Merlin and the Elf boy!" I couldn't stop myself from laughing which of course drew a quizzical stare from both of them. Responding to their unspoken question I quickly said: "Oh, sorry...it's nothing it's just that you two look like you're going to get along very well." This drew appreciative smiles from both the boy and the giant. "Well Professor, your timing is perfect...as always. We've got about an hour before dinner...time for a drink and a chat. If you'll leave your keys, Walter will have someone move your car...err..."Shadowfax" around back, unload your gear and cart it out to Fish Camp for you. I assumed that's where you'd like to stay as usual." Breaking into a large smile he said; "I'm so happy that the considerate little boy from all those years ago has grown into an equally considerate man! Wes, the Fish Camp indeed...I wouldn't think of having it any other way. You're very kind and thoughtful Eric." He handed his car keys to Walter who had slipped out to make his own friendly but silent greetings. "Thanks Walter. I'm certain you and I will set many a hook while I'm here!" Walter smiled and nodded in agreement as he walked off to summon some help from the staff. I guided us all back into the house. Passing the kitchen, The Professor poked his head in the door and exclaimed; "Ah there she stands; the enchantress of the kitchen...the beguiler of my taste buds...the Circe of the sauce pan! Hallo Martha it's grand to see you again!" Martha greeted the big man with a huge smile and the two exchanged a long friendly hug. "Dinner's in one hour." she said looking up at him. "You'd better hurry...if I know you you'll want to get in more than one measly little drink before you're called to the table." They traded smiles and we moved on. I was left following behind as the huge man herded my little boy toward the library with one massive hand on his shoulder. Sean was looking up at him with rapt attention and the two of them were already involved in a quiet but animated conversation as they walked. Sean's apprehensions seemed to have disappeared and he looked to be spellbound by this friendly giant beside him. "He's a human tornado." I thought to myself "He roars in and sweeps up everything in his path...he really IS a wizard." By the time I entered the library, the Professor already had Sean over in the corner by the wet bar and was demonstrating to the boy the proper way to prepare a "whiskey and water". For my benefit more than for my little man's he said; "Now Sean, that crass uneducated bumpkin over there will try to tell you that this is bourbon." He held up the bottle of Jack Daniels they had been working with. "It is NOT bourbon. It is Kentucky whiskey and there is a significant difference that his poor blighted pallet cannot discern despite all my years of attempting to educated him. Ah...Eric I assume you still prefer that peaty Hibernian stuff?" He asked over his shoulder. Not waiting for my answer, he poured a stiff measure of Glen Fiddich over two ice cubes and indicated to Sean that he should bring it to me. Soon we were comfortable seated in leather arm chairs and Sean did not look out of place as he cradled his crystal tumbler of root beer. "Now Sean," the good Doctor leaned across and patted the boy's knee. "Tonight we shall all have a friendly visit. I'm tired and I'll want to turn in early. Tomorrow however, you and I shall be spending a great deal of the day together. I need to learn quite a bit about you. I don't want you to think I'll be testing you tomorrow but actually, that's exactly what I shall be doing." Sean had a puzzled perplexed look on his face and the big man burst into one of his booming hearty laughs. "Once I've learned what I need to know about you, I can plan our course of action together...we can begin the adventure of developing and feeding your mind." My bright boy recognized that phrase from our earlier conversation while having our catch and he shot me a look. I waggled my eyebrows and gave him a slight smile. The professor raised his glass to us and offered; "Vive bene, Spesso L'amore, di risata molto!" Sean looked between us quizzically. "It's Italian" I offered. "It means; live well, love often and laugh much." "Good rules to live by young man!" The Professor added with a large smile. "Sean, let's see how quickly you've learned." He spoke to the boy. "Fix us each another drink would you?" he smiled as the boy took our empty glasses and headed to the bar. He returned shortly handing me my glass of single malt over two ice cubes. He handed the other glass to Doctor Swaim who took a sip and smiling at the boy proclaimed it a "perfect Mr. Jack and water". As we eventually found ourselves on our third drink, Walter entered the library and announced; "Mrs. Edwards advises that dinner is served and...quote; you'd all better hurry your butts. Oh and I'm to add that includes you Master Sean." He came as close as I'd ever seen him to cracking a smile while on duty. Martha did not consider Doctor Swaim a guest...she considered him as extended family and as such had eschewed using the formal dining room in favor of the smaller family eating room Sean and I had been using. This was a great compliment to him and he accepted it as such. It was obvious to me that the menu had been designed with the Doctor in mind. There was a crisp mixed greens salad with Martha's own secret dressing followed by roast beef, roasted small potatoes and delicately breaded and grilled asparagus. As his plate was placed before him, I could tell that Sean was not all that certain about the asparagus but when he saw the Professor and I each eating it with obvious pleasure, he decided he'd be game and try it. I think he was pleasantly astonished to discover he liked them because he proceeded to attack his meal with his usual gusto as Martha watched him with obvious pleasure. I had opened a bottle of very nice Napa Valley pinot noir which the professor and I enjoyed together. I noticed that once again the small glass that I had offered to Sean had gone untouched and unremarked upon. Martha's New York style cheese cake topped with fresh strawberries ended the meal. The professor was effusive in his praises to Martha though Sean's less sophisticated compliments were received by her with equal pleasure. The big man and I sat alternating between sipping a glass of Gran Marnier and drinking a cup of coffee. I suggested to Sean that he go on upstairs and take his bath or shower to get ready for bed. He looked at me with distinct disappointment on his little face but he made no objection and he rose from the table bidding Dr. Swaim a proper goodnight. Before he left the room it was established that the two of them would begin at 10 o'clock in the morning and they would meet in the library. Less than ten minutes later it was obvious the big man was fading from his long drive and I suggest that we call it a night. "Walter has a cart parked and waiting for you out back and the cabin is all stocked and ready for you. There are even a couple cases of that bourbon." He cocked an eyebrow up and looked at me trying to appear cross but he failed miserably and had to surrender to a big smile. "You were always such a GOOD boy Eric Tucker." He smiled. We both got up from the table and I escorted him out to the "family door". He clapped me on the shoulder with one big hand and gazed into my eyes. "You are wearing your hurt well Eric but it's not hidden from us who know you and love you." He kept his gaze upon me for a long time and then abruptly bid me good night. As he walked to the waiting golf cart, he added; "It's going to be all right you know." I got out of the elevator and headed straight to the bedroom. Sean was not in there and so I quickly undressed and walked into the bathroom. I could hear his high sweet voice coming from the shower as he sang. I walked into the shower. He was under the spray with his back to me...his luscious little ass wiggling in time to his singing. I reached out and wrapped my arms around his chest. "Oooooooh!" he exclaimed in shock as he jumped and spun around almost simultaneously. He stared at me wide eyed his mouth open gasping for breath. "Oooh Eric! You scared me so bad! I almost pooped." "I'm sorry Sean that was really mean of me. You just looked so cute I wanted to just hold you." I hugged him to me and he sort of melted into my chest snuggling his hair against my jaw. We toweled each other dry and walked into the bedroom. He hopped onto the mattress and I followed him and grabbed him into a cuddle. "The professor is a neat guy and he sure knows a lot of stuff huh?" He asked in a soft voice. "You don't know the half of it kiddo every moment you spend with him is going to be like an adventure. You're a lucky boy to have him in your life." I kissed his little shoulder and I noted that the bruise was already faded significantly. After a silent moment, he turned his head so that he was looking directly at me. "You're wrong Eric. I'm a lucky boy to have YOU in my life." I felt my heart swell. I moved him so that he was lying on his back and conscious of my weight, I positioned myself over him. I placed my lips against his and kissed him long and tenderly. Gliding my hands down his smooth sides I broke the kiss and wasted no time in moving my mouth down his body to his erect little penis. Taking it in I slowly teased it with my tongue as my lips wrapped around the little shaft and commenced the short up and down journey from tip to base. This time perhaps knowing what to expect, his little hands reached down and he ran his fingers through my hair as his body began to move to the rhythm of my sucking. Soon he was making his high pitched kitten like noises as his pelvis began wildly thrusting. The enthusiastic gyrations of his little body told me exactly what was happening and I sucked unrelentingly until he collapsed limp onto the mattress. I released his little tool and allowed his breathing to return to normal. His eye lids hooded his eyes as he smiled at me dreamily. "It gets better every time". He almost whispered. I kissed the tip of his little boy cock and then moved up and kissed his lips. I rolled onto my side and ran my hand up and down his beautiful body. Suddenly he was gently pushing me over onto my back. "Now I do you." He said with a smile. "Sean...you know what happens when I orgasm...I shoot sperm. You..." he had placed a little finger on my lips to silence me. He gave me a sly little grin and sliped down between my legs pushing them to open wider. I felt his warm breath on my raging hard cock as his little mouth drew nearer. His tongue was suddenly on it darting in and out like a snake's as he tentatively tasted first my cock and then my balls. The darting tongue soon became a hungry sensuous tormentor as he licked the length and width of my hard rod slowly and deliciously. He was licking with deliberate languor using long stokes as if my dick were a delicious lolly- pop. I was soon moaning and writhing in concordance with the stroking of his tongue...and then the tongue torment stopped and I felt the incredible warmth as his lips wrapped themselves around my throbbing organ and he took me into his mouth. He could not take much and he made no attempt to over extend his comfort level. What he did not or could not take in was soon engulfed by his little fingers that began to pump while his lips moved up and down the upper portion. It seemed like only moments before I could feel the fire in my cock rising in sweet warning. "Sean!" I said in a harsh whisper. "Careful I'm going to cum! Better pull back!" Rather than hesitate, he increased both the speed and the strength of his lips and his hand. There was no longer any chance of my holding back: "Oh jeese Sean...!" I almost screamed as I exploded shooting cum into the mouth of my precious little boy. Three hard bursts I shot and he never stopped or attempted to pull off. Only after my cock had stopped pulsing and I lay still did he raise his head to look at me. He had a wide smile on his face, his lower lip had a small blob of white semen upon it but except for that he had swallowed it all! This little boy had sucked me off and swallowed my cum all of his own accord and he was smiling about it. I pulled him down to me and kissed his spunk flavored lips. Holding him tightly to me I murmured; "That was wonderful. Thank you Sean." "I can do it better." I chose not to speak. I just held him until we were both asleep. (to be continued) I'm receiving so many great emails with comments and suggestions I can't thank you enough. I try to answer every one. In the next chapter Sean will be tested by the Professor and Eric will see an opportunity to "scratch his itch". Please remember that NIFTY needs your contributions to keep all this going.