Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 16:43:40 -0400 From: Eff Del Subject: Young-But Daily Growing-Part 11 Young,but Daily Growing-Part 11 By Eff Del In one way or another, we are tested almost every day of our lives. As we communicate, share, aspire or feel-even as we simply live- we are observed and subsequently evaluated by someone else. More often than not these assessments are casual and the results are only fleetingly considered by the observer and then discarded. We, as the one scrutinized, usually are unaware the appraisals have taken place and they certainly have minimal if any effect upon us or the way we live and think. Even the most formal evaluations are significant to us only when they benefit us in some tangible way... When the results determine the granting of reward or administering of punishment for instance. Ultimately, the very best or worse the results of any test can achieve is to affect how someone else regards us. This is unimportant because the only significant evaluation is the one we make of our selves under the unflinching eyes of heaven. In the end, our value is never the property or domain of another person. When we realize this, then we have passed the only test that matters. Once again I climbed from the depths of sleep to find a small naked boy perched upon my stomach gazing down into my face... his smile as bright as the morning sun itself. "There are far worse ways to wake up." I thought to myself as I smiled and received a sweet kiss...his morning gift to me. My first impulse was to grab him close to me and tell him how much what he had done last night meant to me... To express my joy and gratitude over what we had shared- but in my heart I knew this was neither the time nor the place. That conversation was better reserved for later...more properly saved as pillow talk. So, instead I reached up smiling and touched his gorgeous little face. "Good morning wonderful boy." I said through my own smile. "Ready for your busy day?" "Uh huh...Only I wish I knew what was gonna happen and...Mornin by the way...I forgot ...sorry *kiss*...I just wish I knew what was gonna happen...I hope I know most of the stuff...An.." As he delivered this mile a minute diatribe he was wiggling Sean style and my bladder was warning me urgently. I placed one hand on his wiggling little butt cheeks to still them and held up the other in silent protest. "Whoa! If you keep this up I'm going to wind up peeing all over you and the bed you squirmy little monkey!" I threw him sack like over my shoulder and headed for the bathroom. Through his laughter he exclaimed; "Eric seriously! What happens if I don't pass the tests? Will he not wanna be my teacher no more? Will I hafta go to that other school...that Chestafell place?" "That's "Chesterfield" and no you won't have to go there and no the Professor will not decide not to be your teacher AND...they won't be those kind of tests. Everything will be interesting and fun. I promise. Stop worrying." By this time I had placed him on his feet and side by side we were draining our bladders into the bowl. Later, as we emerged from the shower and were toweling each other off he asked; "Eric, aren't you gonna shave?" >From our first morning shower together, Sean had been fascinated with watching me shave. I did it the old fashioned way -as my father had taught me- first causing a disc of soap; rich in oils and emollients to be whipped up into a creamy lather in my porcelain shaving mug using a wonderful badger haired brush that my father had given to me when I was 16 years old. I was barely shaving twice a week back then and at least one of those times was purely out of vanity and not necessity. To my father giving me the brush was a sort of rite of passage and I think of him every time I use it. I have tried shaving in other ways...cans of chemically foamed shaving cream, tubes of smear-on oils even several electric shavers but I always return to my brush and blade. It had finally occurred to me that Sean had never seen anyone shave before-certainly not using a razor, brush and mug. Being still pre-pubescent the procedure was an interesting mystery to him and he watched with rapt curiosity every time I performed this morning ritual. "Nope" I answered. "Not going to shave today I'm, going to be lazy and scraggly while the Professor is giving you the third degree." "Why?" "Why? So that tonight when we're in bed I can rub my scratchy beard all over you." I bent down and rubbed my morning growth covered cheek against his. Bursting out giggling he squealed; "If I had a beard I could scratch you all over with mine too huh?" "Yes, but you won't have a beard for a long time...and I like that." I bent down again this time kissing him tenderly. "Practice!" we said in unison as we smiled at each other. After dressing we headed down to breakfast. Martha wasn't there because today was the "big shopping" day for the household and that was a task she didn't trust to anyone else. Moving about in the kitchen was an attractive young lady that I vaguely recognized as being part of my staff. "This is going to be awkward. I don't even know her name." I thought to myself. In the past three (almost four) years when in my drunken, debauched insanity, this sort of thing wouldn't have bothered me at all. I seldom had given any regard to the rank and file of my staff and for that matter had rarely come down for breakfast. Now however, I wished I had behaved differently. I wanted so much to BE different. I wished right this moment that I could do something simple and decent...something as straightforward as greeting this pretty young woman by her named and bidding her good morning. Sean saved and amazed me. "Morning Jenny!" he smiled up at the woman who returned his smile immediately. "Good morning Master Sean...good morning Mr. Tucker." It was obvious who was getting the "love" here. She guided us to the table and soon juice and a small bowl of fruit was placed in front of each of us. Milk for Sean and coffee for me were soon followed by scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. "This is wonderful Jenny." I said hoping desperately to make up for my shameful lack of knowledge just moments earlier. "Thanks very much." She smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgment but her smile grew tenfold in size when Sean added; "Yeah Jenny, this is GREAT! Thanks!" Sean and I left the table and strolled casually down to the library conversing comfortably. I could tell he was still apprehensive and I tried to ease his stress and tone down his anticipation. As we entered we found Dr. Swaim already there. He was standing in the "Chess Corner" studying the pieces that represented our still unfinished game. He was pulling one end of his great mustache thoughtfully as he noticed us walk in. He made no formal greeting to either of us, instead, not looking up he asked; "Which of you is playing white?" "I am." Sean answered. The large man nodded and strolled casually around the table still gazing at the board. "And whose turn is next?" Sean glanced up at me automatically as he replied; "Eric. Eric moves next." The large man arched an eyebrow at me significantly holding my gaze for several beats before he turned from the chess table and said; "Yes then, shall we sit for a moment?" He indicated the three chairs we had occupied last night. As I sat I noticed for the first time that the big oak reading table was strewn with paraphernalia. I took note of three lap tops, what looked to be a dozen pads of lined paper, a cup filled with yellow pencils sharpened points facing up, two stacks of irregularly sized books and three black plastic crates containing items I either didn't recognize or couldn't associate with today's stated purpose. He settled back in his chair and I noticed that while he was ostensibly talking to both of us, except for a very rare moment or two he never took his eyes off Sean. "Well Sean, are you ready for our little exercise today?" he smiled as he spoke. "Yes sir...at least I THINK I am. `Course I don't know for sure." He'd fixed his eyes upon the Professors' and was holding him gaze for gaze. "And...you're not intimidated or frightened are you?" His black rimmed eyeglasses had slipped down his nose as he leaned in toward the little boy. "No Professor I'm not afraid or intimidated...and, I'm not afraid of you either but..." "But?" Sean never took his eyes from the big man's and his voice was steady and clear as he asked; "But...is it true? Are REALLY a wizard?" The man's large face was momentarily frozen in surprise as the boy's question sunk in and then instantly it was transformed into the picture of merriment as his loud deep laughter filled the room. When he'd regained his composure he reached over and clasped Sean's shoulder in one of his great hands and said; "I'm not certain how to answer that Sean...I think perhaps we'll see what you think about that yourself in a couple of months eh?" I knew at once that Sean didn't consider that to be an answer to his question but he also seemed satisfied in the assurance that the query would be revisited sometime in the future. Settling back into his chair again, Dr. Swaim continued; "First off Eric, I extend my apologies to you for being so presumptuous as to commandeer this library without asking but I did feel certain you'd have no objection." I nodded my head in agreement. He turned his attention back to Sean. "I propose that we get started at once and that we go at a rather rigorous pace. We'll take a few short breaks mostly to use the toilet I expect. The lovely Miss Jenny has graciously agreed to prepare us lunch and have it brought to us in here so that we can work as we eat...or vice versa" He chuckled amused at himself. If all goes as I suspect it will, we should be finished by two o'clock. Eric, I've taken the further liberty of asking Andy to meet us at the Gun Shed at 2:30 so that I can see how this young man shoots. The fresh air should be most welcome to both of us by then I suspect. And now..." He stood up and with one big paddle like hand guided me out of my chair and out into the hall. The library doors closed silently behind me. Standing alone in the hall I realized that I hadn't planned very well and I didn't know what I was going to do with myself. I actually felt lonely. Without really giving it any conscious consideration I strolled down to the pool/gym. In the little locker room I stripped off my clothes and slipped into a jock strap and a pair of black work out shorts. After tying up my Nikes I mounted one of the two treadmills, set the speed to moderate and began my workout. After 30 minutes of good steady running I was sweating pretty profusely and I set the machine to slow down into a gradual stop. Stepping off the treadmill, I wiped myself down and mounted the old Nautilus machine that my father had purchased about ten years ago. He liked it because it provided a good low-impact upper and lower body work out in an efficient time- effective manner. While I did (before I'd become a blithering mess) enjoy an occasional workout with free weights, I was trained since childhood to be safety conscious so I never used the weights when I was alone in the gym. I also never used weights for bulking up because it was not in my nature or taste to sport bulging muscles. I didn't like that look on myself or on others. I much preferred the natural way exercise like swimming and running toned and shaped my muscles. Even as much as I'd neglected myself in the recent past, I was still pleased with how my body looked and responded. After a timed 45 minutes on the device, I stepped off, walked out of the gym and into the pool area. Stripping off my shorts and supporter I walked to the board. Ignoring my conversation with Sean yesterday and despite my childhood training, I often broke the cardinal safety rule and swam alone. I sprinted down the diving board. With a crisp hop I launched myself into the air and smiled with pleasure as I smoothly entered the water. I began swimming laps alternating strokes every two lengths of the pool. While I intended this to be a mindless hard work out, I knew that it would be anything but that. Swimming in this manner is like long distance running... It begins as a pleasurable exercise but, if continued beyond normal tolerance eventually pushes itself into strain, fatigue and pain. It is at or near this point that most people quit- however- I learned as a 14 year old Cross Country runner that if you push your body beyond that barrier of pain and lassitude, you emerge on the other side virtually transcended. Pain is forgotten, weariness is forgotten...your mind, body and soul unite and exultingly operate on a new plain of existence. The running or the swimming is the ALL. There is only IT. The athlete exists for nothing else...wants nothing else. Scientist have attempted to explain this phenomenon as resulting from the release of endorphins into the system, but I prefer to regard it as a metaphysical experience. I don't know how long I swam or how many laps I'd travelled but through some built in biological mechanism I slowly came down from my high and knew I couldn't swim another stroke if my very life depended upon it. I rolled upon my back and let everything slowly return to normal. The water gently supported me; cradled me as I drained down from my euphoria. Crazy thoughts flood your mind when this is happening and mine suddenly burst full of memories of my recent intimacies with Sean. I played them over almost at will...the taste of him...the feel of him...the sound of him the smell... ...and then, as if coming from a camera guided by the hand of another, the picture in my mind shifted suddenly almost violently to his round white ass. That beautiful perfect little ass that he'd displayed to me without shame on the very first night. I thought hungrily of how it came out and formed a natural flowing curve between his back and his legs...not abrupt or large just perfectly turned like it might have been designed as a geometric exercise... ...The sweet taut yet soft round globes that I held in my hands almost at will...that I caressed, squeezed and touched with impunity... How they dimpled when he flexed his leg muscles...the perfect arching crease where the globes joined the legs... The image shifted abruptly again-close focusing in on the small tight nubbin that was the door to his velvety warm, dark secret conduit...my mind filled with memories of my probing finger...forcing my way past the resistance of the tight muscle; the strong little one-way valve that ultimately was no match for my insistent pressure....memories of my actions and his reactions...sweet memories now slowly turning into desire. Desire suddenly ruled my thinking, lust filled my heart and I knew that above all else I needed to have him completely. Irrationally I became obsessed with the notion that I must have him...have my hard flesh penetrating his soft warmness. I must take him as mine because I wanted him and because he WAS mine for the taking. THIS was why he was here. This was why he had been brought to me. He had been bought and paid for for this reason. I would do it quickly...it must be done with speed and... without remorse. How could there be remorse? What would I have to regret...making a little boy cry? Certainly there would be pain...HIS pain...he KNEW there would be pain...he was EXPECTING the pain. The pain was his consequence for providing my pleasure. I screamed then. I was still sane enough to scream. It was long and loud and from so deep with-in me that I could not guess at its source. I screamed until my throat felt raw and torn and when I could scream no more...I let my body slip below the surface of the water and drift almost casually to the bottom. A strange thought entered my mind; "Is this death? Is this what it is to die?" Strangely, I didn't care. I felt remarkably at peace. I sensed more than saw the light at the surface above me and more by instinct than conscious action, I willed myself upward. My head broke the surface and I gasped -sucking air into my screaming lungs with an almost passionate urgency. My breathing slowly returned to normal as I floated feeling amazingly calm. It seemed that my mind was a temple of clarity now...I could see the truth and knew what I must do. I knew now that with-in me there dwelt a monster...a hideous dark primordial creature that lived to destroy and that had set its sights upon my little boy. It wanted to break him and rip him and tear him and take its hideous pleasure leaving my Sean weeping from pain and betrayal- smeared in his own blood and shit...innocent no more. Trusting no more. Pure and whole no more. In my new state of quasi calm I swore that this would never happen. I would protect him. I would be his salvation just as he had been sent to be mine. At the same time though I knew that the monster must be appeased...its hunger must be fed. I knew what to do. I managed to get myself to the ladder and weak-limbed, I pulled myself out of the pool sprawling onto a near bye lounge chair. Water streamed off my heaving body pooling onto the floor and I thought to myself; "I'm going mad again." I must have slept because when my thoughts returned to some semblance of normality, I was dry and feeling a bit cold. My once hard and raging cock lay flaccid across my leg. I showered, dressed and walked to my study. Reaching into the cabinet behind me I withdrew the bottle. Pouring the golden fluid over two ice cubes, I took a slow sip and reviewed things in my mind. "He's safe with me." I spoke aloud to no one but myself. "I'll keep him safe. I'll protect him...even from me." I took another slow sip this time taking the opportunity to enjoy the biting tang of the liquid. " Custodite omnia tuta" I murmured remember the Latin that I'd worked so hard to master as a young man "keep all things safe." I glanced at the old white faced Regulator clock hanging on the wall. A relic from some bye gone day that had once hung from the wall of one of my grandfather's offices long before I was born. To my complete shock I saw that it was almost four o'clock. They must be through. I walked glass in hand to the library. It was empty, the items on the big oak table neatly arraigned and the black crates packed and stacked. The session was obviously over. I walked through the residence until I spotted Walter. "Have you seen Sean and the Professor?" I asked him. "They took a cart out to the Gun Shed about two thirty and I haven't seen them since." I walked out back and hopped into one of the golf carts parked against the stone wall and headed out to the gun shed. Before I'd even turned off the main path I could hear it. There was still some shooting going on over there. Anyone who has not experienced gunfire in the open air before is usually surprised the first time that they do. Television and motion pictures lead us to believe that discharged firearms make a loud abrupt and harsh crack...the popular BANG! Of cartoons, but outdoors in open country this is not so. The noise dissipates almost immediately and what is heard (as well as actually felt) is an almost muffled POP. As I turned into the yard I saw there were three figures over at the range: Sean sat perched upon a stool with the control box in his hand, Andy stood at position number one and Dr. Swaim was toeing position five. Just as I came to a stop Andy called "Pull!" Sean pushed the button, a bird was launched and immediately destroyed by Andy's shot. This was quickly followed by the Professor's cry of "Pull!" and his flying target was likewise obliterated. Upon seeing me, they both lowered their guns, safety's quickly engaged. The Professor smiling and Andy wearing his normal dour face turned in my direction. Sean hopped down from the stool and ran to me. "Eric! You won't believe it! I've launched 300 pigeons between them and nobody has missed yet!" I reached out and pulled him into me wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "Oh I believe it little man. This goes on every time those two get together. Over the years they must have shot at a few thousand targets and neither of them has missed in all that time. I don't know what will happen when one of them finally does miss a shot...maybe the world will end!" I joked. "Well then Andy, we shall do this again at a later time." Said the Professor clapping a large hand on Andy's shoulder as they walked off the range and towards the Gun Shack. Sean and I followed. The two men laid their shot guns on the cleaning table and Sean did the same with his. I watched with pride as the little boy began cleaning his gun perfectly even though he had only been shown how to once. While they worked, Dr. Swaim looked briefly in my direction. "This young man shoots remarkably well Eric. He even had one perfect flight of 10! That scoundrel has obviously taught him well." He was gesturing toward Andy who grinned...just barely... and winked at Sean who rewarded him with a brilliant smile. "All that remains now is for him to learn at least the rudiments of fishing. Now I propose he sped a couple of days out at Fish Camp with me and we'll see how well he can learn the ancient art of angling." "Not tomorrow Professor." I said. "Tomorrow I'm planning on taking him out to Deer Run and having him do try-outs for the swim team. How about you two get together early Wednesday morning and I'll come fetch him back on Friday?" "Excellent idea." Said the large man by now wiping down his freshly oiled gun. "By then we can have the course of this year's education plotted out and ready to embark upon the following Monday." Sean obviously wasn't quite certain what we were talking about but I ruffled his hair and whispered that we'd talk about it later. I watched A Sean placed his shotgun on the rack where Andy had designated. "Are you joining us for dinner Professor?" I asked. "No, not tonight my boy. Andy here will accompany me to the cabin where we will broil a couple of steaks and then later share a bottle of apple schnapps...which we shall enjoy thanks to your thoughtfulness. Eric, I do want to have some private time with you tomorrow afternoon if I may?" I agreed that we would certainly make that time to talk. As I walked with Sean to my golf cart I mused to myself; "What an odd couple. I wonder what kind of an evening that's going to be?...the loquacious Dr. Swaim and the reticent Andy." As we approached the cart, Sean looked up at me. His face asked the question. "You better drive Champ I'm too tired from doing nothing all day." Beaming he hopped up behind the wheel and soon we were on our way back to the house. Martha had prepared what she called a "simple dinner" for us. It was an Italian peasant meal of spicy and sweet sausages grilled with potatoes onions and peppers. The marvelous flavor combinations were enough to set a person's taste buds dancing the tarantella. I washed my diner down with a wonderful pilsner from the Czech Republic. The small glass that I'd poured for Sean was tasted but then untouched during the meal. All during dinner Sean talked constantly about the events of the day. From what I gathered, to him it all seemed like a long series of games, puzzles and tricks. I knew that it was so much more and that and that by now Dr. Swaim had a very good appraisal of Sean's knowledge, skills, abilities and intellect, In this regard if in no other, the man was indeed a wizard. After dinner was concluded I told Sean to head down and get ready for our game but that I had to do something in my study first. He told me that was fine because he had to select a book to read which Dr. Swaim had to approve first so this would give him time to search the shelves. I ducked into my study and brought up the web site for The NEST. This was not the official website of the Academy but rather the secret very private website available to NEST clients only. I was quickly browsing through photos of the boys who were currently available for a short term contract. My eyes were soon caught by the face of a young man with bright green eyes and carrot red hair. His smile was captivating and it was emphasized by the sprinkle of freckles on his cheeks and nose. His name was Jack and he was fifteen years old which was younger than I'd previously had any experience with but he WAS a NEST boy and he had been fully trained and apparently been out on contract a few times already. I was intrigued and so I pulled down the "comments" section. I read with interest; "A very talented bottom for such a young man." "Uses his sphincter and stomach muscles marvelously." "A real charmer from both ends." "That'll do." I decided and typed in my codes securing the services of Jack for Wednesday and Thursday. Turning off the computer, I walked down to the library to continue my game with Sean. Six moves later I was bewildered having lost a knight and a bishop while I had succeeded in knocking off a mere three of his pawns. This kid is good. We called it a day at this point and headed up stairs. As I held him naked and warm in bed, I explained that tomorrow we were going to the swimming try outs. "I hope you'll swim as well there as you did for me yesterday in our pool" I told him. "On Wednesday morning you're going out to Fish Camp to spend some time with Doctor Swaim. He's going to teach you how to fish. I've got to be out of town on a short trip for business but I'll be back on Friday and we can do something fun over the weekend. OK?" "Kay" he murmured into my chest "but, I'm going to miss you. I even missed you just today cause I didn't get to see you until the afternoon." "I'll miss you too but it's just for a little while." I said running my hands down his soft back and ass. I was lieing to him and it felt wrong and painful but I reminded myself that what I was going to do I was doing for him. I was protecting him from the ugly thing inside of me. Something had to be sacrificed to appease the monster and that something was the ass of a 15 year old boy named Jack. For the first time since bring Sean home I slept badly. I know I dreamed but by some blessing I didn't remember them when I woke up the next morning to see dancing blue/green eyes looking down upon me. (To be continued) In the next chapter we've got swim team try outs and Eric has a serious conversation with the professor. Sean will pose for some photos. As always thanks for all of the comments and suggestions and please remember to contribute to NIFTY.