Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2010 20:14:19 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: STWOM, Chapter 2

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and Alan's Canoe Trip" (April 22, 2004 under "Camping", "Of Angels and
Dragons" (November 8, 2008) under "Camping", "A Christmas Tale" (December
22, 2009) under "High School", "Brazil Affair (October 1, 2010) under
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David (dlee169@hotmail.com)


Someone to Watch over Me, Chapter 2


After Paul left, Doug busied himself tweaking the specs for an invention
that he was trying to perfect.  He eventually took a break to eat leftovers
for his supper.  It occurred to him how different the house seemed without
Paul.  It had always been his comfortable retreat, but now it seemed cold
and empty.  That was dumb; he'd been around the guy less than 24 hours –
much of that sleeping or simply in the same room.  Doug had focused for so
long on establishing his career that he'd not had lots of time for people.
Why was he feeling lonely now?

His dinner finished, he turned on the gas log to dispel the chilly
atmosphere and watched an old movie on his large HDTV.  When it ended, he
couldn't settle down.  He kept worrying that Paul might have changed his
mind about coming back.

How silly he was, mooning over Paul!  He'd intended to find a guy to hook
up with to cuddle and possibly relieve his horny desires.  He'd paid the
kid enough money that he'd owned his ass for the night.  But when it came
down to having a quick roll in the hay with the boy, it didn't feel right.
Paul was too damned innocent despite the fact that he was willing to sell
his body!  Someone could take advantage of him, hurt him, give him an
incurable disease, kill him...  He was a nice boy-next-door type who needed
someone to watch out for him.

Doug took a long, hot shower and changed into silk boxers and a soft
velvet-like robe.  He still felt as unsettled as a teenager anticipating
his first date, so he poured himself a small glass of wine to calm his
nerves.  An old Gershwin tune popped into his head as he relaxed.  He
couldn't remember the lyrics, but something about Paul had set off the
melody in his mind.

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Around 10:00 he heard the garage door open and hurried to the kitchen door
to greet Paul.  Paul looked tired but happy.  He threw his arms around Doug
and kissed him the minute he came in.  Then he emptied his pockets of the
bills and change he'd received that evening in tips.  It was in excess of
$100.  It had been a profitable night.

"I'm glad you're home.  I'll bet you're beat," Doug said gently.

"Not too tired," Paul smiled.  "Mostly, I need a shower and I'd love to
have someone wash my back."

"Hmm, I wonder who would be able to do that for you.  I don't see anyone
around."  Doug teased.

Paul got brave.  He decided that it was now or never.  Doug could kick him
out for being aggressive or appreciate the fact that he was taking the
lead.  So, Paul seductively ran his hand across the bulge in Doug's boxers
enjoying the response he felt.

"I think I've found someone who's UP for it," he joked.

Then he led his very willing host toward the master bath, kicked off his
shoes, and began to strip off the white shirt and black slacks that served
as his uniform.  He was surprised and delighted when Doug knelt down to
remove his socks and briefs.

Once released from its confinement, Paul's dick sprang up and out like a
rattlesnake.  Doug milked back his foreskin and kissed the exposed head, a
move that left Paul weak in the knees.

Doug shrugged off his robe, but didn't have to remove his boxers because
Paul was immediately on his knees to do it for him.  Paul inhaled the clean
scent of the cock before him and then ran his tongue from the base to the
tip, catching a drop of sticky precum that had formed at the end.

Doug wasn't unhappy to be taking another shower because this one was really
HOT – and not from the temperature of the water.  Paul was as playful as
a puppy and Doug responded in kind.  After they'd soaped each other up
thoroughly, they rubbed their bodies together while kissing deeply.  The
more they squirmed the better it felt; and the better it felt, the more
they squirmed.  They blasted cum all over each other and had to spend a few
more minutes rinsing off again.

After they'd toweled each other dry, they climbed into bed nude.  There was
no reason for false modesty at that juncture.

"What got into you?" Doug asked as they cuddled together.

"You.  I've thought about you all evening and I'm sure I never went
completely soft.  I know I had a perpetual smile and I think that's part of
why I got such good tips.  You were so nice to me last night and today.
You made me feel, I don't know, like I'm worth something I guess.  It was
like you valued me for more than my ass."

"I did and I do.  You're a nice guy.  I'd like to buy your weekends for the
rest of the school year if that's okay with you.  You won't have to stand
in the cold waiting for customers."

"I don't like hustling." Paul admitted.  "Frankly it scares the shit out of
me.  I woke up this morning thinking about what could have happened if I'd
hooked up with the wrong guy.  I don't want to chance picking up a disease
or getting beat up or killed.  I want to be worthy of someone like you
someday.  I'll bet you know the plot of "Irma La Douce" because I saw that
you have a collection of old movies in the family room.  Are you doing what
the cop did by buying up her time so she couldn't turn tricks?"

By way of answer, Doug merely grinned.

"I love old films, but I didn't think anyone under 65, besides me, would
have heard of that movie."  Doug said.

"It was one that we studied this term in the film class it took as an
elective.  I thought it was cool that he wanted to protect her and he never
seemed to judge her because of her occupation.  I also liked "Pretty Woman"
for similar reasons.

But to get back to your original question about what got into me, I kept
thinking that I hadn't given you your money's worth and then I realized
maybe I had.  I got the feeling you weren't paying for sex as much as
companionship, togetherness kind of like the cop in the movie.  Once I
realized I didn't necessarily OWE you anything, I found that I wanted to
GIVE you something."

Paul ceased talking at that point and sucked on Doug's nipples trying not
to favor one over the other.  Doug moaned and writhed in the exquisite
agony of the unfulfilled desire that was flooding his body.

As Paul moved southward, Doug knew that fulfillment was not far away.  He
felt like he should pleasure Paul at the same time, but he was so turned on
by what Paul was doing to him that he couldn't move.

Doug was familiar with the term "cock worship" but he'd never experienced
it before – at least not like this.  Paul seemed to adore Doug's
favorite appendage, wanting to ingest the whole thing.  Then he backed off
using his tongue to flutter like moth wings on the head of Doug's tool.
Eventually, he went back to deep-throating.

Under those circumstances, Doug couldn't hold out as long as he wished.  He
felt as if his impending load was being sucked out of his whole body by a
powerful vacuum cleaner.  Only it wasn't harsh or mechanical, but rather
soft, moist and hot!  Paul's mouth, tongue, and throat were rapidly
propelling him to heights he'd not reached in a very long time – if
ever.  Finally the glorious feeling of release made him cry out as he
blasted Paul's tonsils.

All too soon it was over and he was floating back down to earth after
having cum even more than he had in the shower.  He lay there in his bed
feeling too spent to move.  Paul's tongue was cleaning up the last drops of
what had been a gusher for the record books.

"I thought you didn't swallow."

"I never have for a client, but you're not a client.  I wanted a part of
you to become part of me so that I can always remember this night."

"There'll be other nights." Doug assured him.  "And maybe some days."

Paul lay back spread-eagle on his side of the bed with his erection
pointing toward the ceiling.  He was of two minds.  He wanted to grab it
and pump it rapidly to another climax, but he also enjoyed feeling it
throbbing in anticipation.  He fondled his balls and fingered the area
leading to his rosebud.

Doug stirred from his euphoric state and grinned at the prime piece of
flesh that was begging to be pleasured.  He worked his way down the bed
toward Paul's feet.  He picked up his left foot and sucked on his big toe.
Paul gave a shudder of delight.

"Damn, that's so hot!" he gasped.

"I'm gonna show you HOT, Boy," Doug exclaimed as he began to work on Paul's
right foot.

After a bit, he started at Paul's left ankle and licked his way very close
to his groin.  Then he applied the same technique to the other side.
Paul's occasional gasps had graduated to nonstop whimpering by that time.
He'd tried things like that on others, but had never been on the receiving
end of so much enjoyment.

He got more vocal as Doug alternated between bathing his perineum and his
ball sac.  He clawed at the bottom sheet trying to make the awesome feeling
last as long as possible.  When the tip of Doug's tongue flicked rapidly
across the area just below the head of Paul's pulsating phallus, he could
hold out no longer.  His hips thrust upwards as he yelled out in joy.  Doug
grinned at him from behind the globs of white that covered his face and
neck.

"Oh God!  That's the best thing I've ever felt!" Paul panted.  "Oh, I'm
sorry.  I've plastered you!"

"Nothing to apologize for," Doug assured him.  "That's vintage liqueur –
yummy!"

"Aren't you afraid you'll catch something?"

"Should I be?  You said you're always careful."

"I am.  Yours is the first I've swallowed other than my own."

"Then I feel safe and now a part of you will become part of me too."

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The men got in the shower again long enough to rinse off the sweat and
residual cum.  They washed each other's body tenderly and kissed while
drying off.

"Could you spoon against my back like last night?" Paul asked.

"I was hoping to."

Cuddled together, skin to skin, they drifted into dreamland.  Just on the
edge of consciousness, Doug heard a few words in his head that belonged to
the elusive song: There's a somebody I'm longing to see...  Sleep overtook
him before he could think of anymore.

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Paul awakened slowly.  He sensed Doug's warm body next to his and didn't
have to wonder where he was.  He opened his eyes slightly and saw that Doug
was propped on one elbow looking at him.

"Mornin' sleepyhead.  You about ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah and I'm ravenous!"

"You should be.  Your balls were probably churning all night trying to
replenish all the cum you expended.  You're a stallion."

"Look who's talking.  I'll bet you're still half a quart low.  You came
like there's no tomorrow."

"But tomorrow is here and we'd better eat!" Doug grinned as he stood and
pulled Paul to a sitting position.

Paul put his hands of Doug's butt and buried his face in his crotch
inhaling in an exaggerated manner.  Then he kissed Doug's morning wood and
released his grip.

They walked into the bathroom and pissed side by side.  Paul began to
giggle like a kid.

"How romantic is this?" he laughed.

"It may not be romantic, but it feels nice – domestic, I guess."

Paul looked at him wishing it could be.  Their lips met in a tender kiss.

They slipped their underwear on before going to the kitchen.  To stay naked
would have been too distracting.

Breakfast was a joint effort and turned out quite well.  Doug was
pleasantly surprised that Paul was nearly as good in the kitchen as he was
in bed.

"We still have time to get dressed and make it to service at
St. Stephen's," Doug said.  "Are you interested?"

"You go to church?"

"Yeah, I belong there."

"You want me to go with you and blow your cover?"

"I can think of other things I'd rather have you blow, but I'm out to my
friends there if that's what you're worried about.  It's a very inclusive
place."

"A church accepting gays?  This I gotta see.  Never mind, I don't have any
appropriate clothes with me to wear."

"You could wear your black slacks and white shirt from work, but they do
smell like an Italian restaurant.  Maybe we could go next week."

"You were serious about having me here every weekend?"

"Sure.  I'm still buying up your "hookup time" if you're okay with that."

"I'm gonna have to spend part of my weekend working, studying, and maybe
doing laundry, and stuff."

"Bring your laundry here.  Don't waste your quarters in the dorm machines.
I'll bet you spend more time waiting in line for the equipment than you do
using it anyway."

"If I'm here all weekend, you can't give me money.  I should be paying you.
This is like staying in a luxury suite and the meals are delicious."

"Okay, if it makes you feel better, I'll cut your pay in half - $100 for
the weekend plus food, laundry privileges and all the sex you want." Doug
bantered.  "But seriously, I will pay you at least that much because I want
you here and I know you could do better than being with a guy nearly eight
years older."

"I've been with men more than twice your age.  They're usually the ones who
can afford it.  Besides, you don't seem all that much older than I am.
Well, you're financially secure and you're more mature I guess, but I can
cure you of being a responsible type if you let me."

"That's what I'm hoping, and it'll be worth every penny."

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Author's notes: the response I've had to this story is really great!  I
think at least a third of the three dozen or so who emailed are first-time
responders!  Here's the list of guys and girls I heard from: Mike H, Tony
C, Steve, Bill K, Jim W, Rutabaga, Tom A, Bert, Mark H, Vern, Tim K, Roger
P, Rock H, Barry E, Jesse M, RC, John, JTC, Paul F, Jim C, Keith P, Ott H,
Mike P, Rex, Tony W, Paul R, Trish R, Caleb, Lexi B, Michael G, Laurence N,
Richard G, Danny A, Hennie O (Second Chance), Bill B, William T, and Jake
B.

William T, please email again.  Your first one was in the "junk" file and
was accidentally deleted.  Sorry!!

I try to write back to everyone who writes to me.  If you don't get a
response, please write again.  Please put the name of the story in the
subject line.  I usually catch those in "junk" before I hit the delete
button.

As some of you may know, three of the justices on the Iowa Supreme Court
were voted off in the recent election.  Hate groups funded loads of
commercial messages to vote them off because the court had UNANIMOUSLY said
the anti-same sex marriage law went against the Iowa Constitution.  So,
their reaction to a decision they don't like it to kill the messenger!
Let's hope and pray that the right-wingers won't be able to take away our
rights.

David