Teglin

Three Weeks to Heaven

A Boylove Romance

Book One

Chapters 4-7

Chapter 4

Well, it was really the second kiss he gave me, because I didn't know if I should count the time he was poised to throw the ball back to me. He had grinned, looked at me, then down at the ball in his hand, back at me again – then he raised the ball to his lips, kissed it, and threw it to me. "For you!" he shouted.

I was dumbfounded, but not dumb, so when I caught the ball, I cupped it in both my hands and brought it lovingly to my cheek and just held it there, smiling back at Wishus. "Thanks!" I called to him.

A couple of moments like that, and the wet kiss he had planted on my arm an hour ago – well, I was truly walking in a boylove daze, wondering at the workings of Wishus' mind. He had told me he wanted to kiss me, and now he was doing it in the most delightful, if roundabout, ways.

He was so obviously thrilled to be able to show his affection for me. I saw the glee and triumph in his eyes and his pose every time he saw my reaction to his little kisses. And yet he was hesitant to approach these feelings directly.

Who could blame him for these tentative steps through the door into my soul. He had been severely punished for responding to his Uncle Tom's love.

I was content to take whatever Wishus wanted to give, and to always be there for him… ah, but there was the rub, I would be gone tomorrow. It was a thought I did not want to intrude into this day.

"Teg, let's go swimming!" He called out again, now approaching me.

"Uh… sure, but don't you think the creek is a little cold for swimming?"

"Naw, not in the creek, at least not here. Up around that bend there's a beaver pond. It's a little warmer."

I was doubtful, but pursed my lips, raised my brow in a devil-may-care attitude, and said, "lead the way, my Sun-God."

He laughed. "Your what?! Your… Sun God?"

"Yeah, you're all golden, your hair sparkles in the sun, your skin shines – you're truly my Sun-God!"

He took my worshipful praise with his hands on his hips, his head cocked, looking bemused. "You think I look like one of the Greek or Roman gods?" he asked, and I could see how astonished and pleased he was.

Standing there, with the waving green grass of our ball field for his background, bathed in the pure sunlight from above, looking like the fair young Apollo in all his lithe splendor, I knew Wishus was worthy of my devotion.

"You're far superior to those lesser gods, Wishus. You're a ten year old boy. The gods worked hardest of all to create ten year old boys, and when they were finished, Zeus himself proclaimed that their work was too well done, because the boys were more beautiful and intelligent than their creators. And of all ten year old boys, Wishus, I know you to be the greatest of the great."

"Oh, Teg…" he waved a hand at me dismissively, but he couldn't hide his pride.

I sniffed the wind, making a show of it. "But… ah, let me see, how shall I say this. Remember last night, and yesterday, why you poked me in the ribs?"

"Oh, you mean when you said I smelled good." he grimaced, although still unable to completely mask his delight.

"Yeah, well, you don't smell that good anymore!" I shouted that last part as I took off running towards where he said the swimming hole was.

He yelled at me, "You can't beat your Sun-God to the pond!" I looked back and saw him already catching up with me. He scampered up to me, like a little fawn dancing around the elder in the herd of deer, and jabbed me in my side again.

I stopped running and just stood gasping for air over him, grinning at him, my eyes feverishly devouring his every feature, from his golden hair to his little boy feet. I was totally unable to mask my love and admiration for him, even if I had wanted to. I must have looked foolish and love-struck to anyone else. Because I was.

Wishus stood there and took in all my ravenous glances, beaming up into my face, not saying anything, but obviously happy. After a long, silent moment, he finally let out the most winsome little sigh of contentment, tossed his head to fling his hair out of his eyes, and reached out for my hand.

"Come on, Teg. Let's go swim – and clean up! Sun-Gods gotta smell good, you know!"

We walked like that, our arms swinging, his little white hand all swallowed up in mine, all the way to the pond.

No sooner did we arrive at the banks of the beaver pond, when it finally dawned on me, from out of the rapture I was in, that I had a problem. My ever present arousal had been safely tucked down my left pants leg all morning, but when we took our clothes off to swim, it was going to stand out – and I mean it was going to stand out! I had absolutely no hope that I could will it to a flaccid state while standing nude in Wishus' presence. Not to mention the fact that he would be nude too!

Wishus didn't even hesitate, but immediately started shucking his tunic. "Come on, Teg, let's jump in! It won't feel too cold after a minute," he said enthusiastically.

A glimmer of hope! Once I hit the cold water, surely my dick would shrivel to a miserable little stick bearing little resemblance to its rampant glory. Now, if only I could distract Wishus long enough so that he would be looking the other way while I ran into the water.

Ruminating on that plan, I sat down and slowly began to take off my boots, while making off-hand glances at Wishus stripping. Of course, that didn't alleviate my problem any. There he was, not six feet [1½ m] away, his tunic off and his fingers at the precious little bulge of his tummy just below his belly button, deftly untying the drawstring of his knickers. In that pose, with his hands together just above his crotch, his bare arms framed his bare chest. My eyes were drawn to his little nipples, now soft and un-aroused, tiny dimples hidden in the sensitive skin of his aureole, the only color in the expanse of his satin-white torso.

With his head down, concentrating on the knot of his drawstring, his hair hung loose and swished about in sprays of gold over the upthrust bumps of his shoulders. I had held and massaged those shoulders, and longed to feel their contours again.

He had no inhibitions at all, and began to slide the tightly clinging knickers down over the slight swell of his hips. Well, I wasn't making off-hand glances anymore, and I wasn't looking at his chest. I was staring breathlessly, desperate now to see, with Wishus' permission, what I could have stolen a glance at last night. I would not look at his boyhood last night, because Wishus had been asleep then, secure and trusting in my arms. Now he stood before me openly, baring his treasure to me of his own free will.

Wishus didn't see my focus. He was too eager and excited to notice, keeping up a steady chatter about the pond, pointing out the beaver house out in the middle and explaining how they had built the dam.

My Sun-God was facing me when the waist band of his knickers slid down to uncover the little mound of his pubis. Time seemed to stand still for me. I must have had my hands poised, frozen, over my boots, as his diminutive penis and loose hanging scrotum were revealed in all their untouched, pinkish-white delicacy, because suddenly he glanced at me, and noticed my awkward position.

"What are you waiting for, Teg?" he said innocently in his flute-like voice.

I reddened instantly, the flush burning under my skin.

"Oh," he said, following my gaze. "It's kind of small, isn't it?" He placed both palms on his lower belly and pushed in, glancing at his dick and then back at me wryly, with one brow up and the opposite corner of his mouth compressed tightly, as if to say, 'what can I do about it?'

He giggled, then said, "and its wrinkly!" He seemed not the least taken aback by my obvious stare.

"It… it's just the right… size for you, Wishus. Perfect like you are," I said hoarsely. Both of his brows popped up at that, and he smiled broadly in gratitude.

I had been right when I envisioned the size of his penis. Hidden within his dangling, red-tipped foreskin, I could see the outlines of his glans. The coronal ridge was no more than an inch [2½ cm] out along the shaft from his pubic mound. His lovely little ball sac hung in pink folds close up underneath his tool. His testicles were so small and delicate that I could barely see their bulge within his scrotum. The white of his pubis and inner thighs was even more pure and virginal than the rest of his perfect body. Never touched by any hands other than his own, I guessed. At least since he was a baby.

He slipped out of his knickers, first lifting one leg then the other, his little boyhood wobbling to and fro, and pointing directly at me. Its prepuce extended another half-inch [1½ cm] beyond the tip of the glans, and I could clearly see the pouty little opening below the frenar band, closed now, completely hiding the object of my desires. I wondered if it would open enough to allow his glans to pop free. The flesh of the little opening was slightly reddish, perhaps irritated from long confinement and chafing against the fabric of his knickers. Or perhaps it just needed cleaning. I imagined cleaning it with my tongue, lovingly probing into his prepuce, laving its….

"Come on, Teg! Get your clothes off!" He commanded, shocking me back to reality, as he stripped his socks off. He stumbled a bit, making him turn around, and there it was! The very center of my universe, where I longed to probe with my own love-engorged penis, His fleshy, perfectly smooth buttocks parted as he bent to pull off a sock and his crinkly, pink anus opened for an instant to my gaze.

I gasped involuntarily, then had the presence of mind to fake a cough. He was still talking and struggling with his socks, and didn't notice my shock. The simple act of breathing was now an effort almost beyond my abilities, so I forced myself to quit staring and do as he wanted. I stood and slipped off my shirt.

"You're so… hairy," he said, and I realized that he had indeed been stealing glances at me. I looked up and saw him standing there with his mouth open in wonder. I did have a bit of chest hair, but it was smooth and not too long, unlike the unruly mess I had seen on other men's chests.

"Yeah, a bit," I admitted, then turned to toss my shirt to one side. Conveniently, that allowed me to start shucking my jeans so that he wouldn't be able to see my raging hard cock spring up to full attention when it was released from its confinement. He did get a full view of my own bare backside.

"Why don't you run and jump in," I suggested over my shoulder, trying to stall even as I lowered my pants down below my butt.

He didn't answer.

"Wishus, you don't have to wait for me, you can go ahead and jump…."

"Oh no!" I heard him say in a shocked tone, as if he were suddenly frightened by something.

Forgetting my state of undress, forgetting my jutting dick, forgetting everything in a momentary panic for his safety, I turned to see what could be wrong. My dick swung around like my little boy's base ball bat.

Wishus was looking down at his own penis, dismay written all over his reddening face. It was hard and erect, arching up almost parallel with the flesh of his belly. He looked up into my eyes – a horrified, questioning kind of look. He held his hands out from his body, as if to avoid touching himself.

"I… I'm sorry, Teg," He shrilled at me, in a panicky tone. "I'm really sorry…." He raised his hands and held them out as if begging for an answer to some unspoken question. Tears started streaming down his cheeks.

"What's wrong, honey," I rushed to him and squatted down, looking into his eyes. I grasped his shoulders gently.

"I'm… sorry, Teg!" He glanced down nervously. "I didn't mean to! It just started getting hard… just like when Uncle Tom kissed me! And that's when everyone came into the garden and got mad at me, and sent me way, and…" he was sobbing now, breathing in spasms that made his whole body jerk. I followed his gaze down between his legs, feeling feint so close to his little stiffie. The purplish-red tip of his swollen glans, with its tiny slit, was just peeking out through the tautly stretched opening of his prepuce. Erect, his little boy cock was no bigger than my little finger, about two and half inches [6½ cm] long and a little bigger around than my finger. It was small, in keeping with Wishus' own small frame. But he was all boy! His dick pulsed, and I could see blood-engorged, bluish veins spidering beneath the translucent skin of the shaft.

I immediately wrapped him in my arms, stood up, and just hugged him. One arm I slipped down below his butt to support him, allowing him to lock his legs around my waist. The other I moved to snake across his back and hold my dear boy close. I closed my eyes momentarily, trying not to think about his penis so hard against my stomach. Worse still, his fiery hot, infinitely soft scrotum was crushed against me. My own member was pushed down by his buttocks and it sought its natural resting place within his cleft. It had started to soften in my own panic, but now began to stiffen again from the magical contact with Wishus' moist inner sanctum.

He gasped all of a sudden, and his head jerked back, his eyes closed in agony. "My pee-pee!" he screamed. I looked down, and saw that my embrace was causing his dickhead to flare against his straining foreskin. It must have been an exquisite, unbearable sensation for him, making him squirm. That of course only heightened the sensation. I held him more firmly, and pulled his head back to me.

"It's alright, Wishus," I started crooning, over and over. "It's alright. It's alright, my Wishus. Be still, now, honey."

"I… I'll try, Teg," he said bravely, but then continued, "I hate it! When it gets like this I know something bad is going to happen!"

"No, Wishus! No one and nothing is going to hurt you as long as I am around. Ever! And when you get hard like that… it makes me feel so wonderful!"

"Why?" he pleaded, pushing his head back again, and looking me straight into my eyes, just inches away. He still sounded frightened, but at least he was willing to listen to me. He searched my eyes, staring deep into my soul, begging for an answer.

"Don't you remember, dearest. I told you this morning. When a man's penis gets hard it means he loves his… he loves the other person."

"But you're not a woman, Teg. I'm not supposed to get like that around men! That's what my father screamed at me. That's why he sent me away! And I don't get hard around mommy, or my father. And I love them. Only since yesterday, when you were around, and once with Uncle Tom. I don't know why it happens, I just can't help it, I feel like I… like I want you to… like I want you for something… oh, I can't explain it…."

I had listened to his attempt to explain his feelings with an awareness of my dreams come true. But while I wanted to shout and leap with joy, instead I listened and nodded, and just cherished him. He noticed the moistness in my eyes, and my suppressed emotions, because he suddenly stopped and said, "What's wrong, Teg. Did I say something bad? You don't want me to feel that way? You…."

"Shhh… shhhh," I stopped him again, and hastened to reassure him before he lapsed back into tears, mistaking my attitude.

"Listen to me now, Wishus. Some men… some boys… like you and me… well, we're not like other men and boys, Wishus. We get hard at other times. We can love a… we can have a very special kind of love, dearest. We love other… boys, or men. We get hard to show our love. If your penis got stiff when you looked at me, I think that's the grandest gift of love that you could ever give me. You get stiff like this when you want to be ever so close to a special someone, when you want to become ONE with that person you love. It's like you want to form a physical union with that person, Wishus."

Wide-eyed, and wanting to accept my words, I could tell, he said, "Teg, your thingie… your p-penis… has been long and hard lots of times. Yesterday, and all day today." And he surprised me by quickly reaching down below his butt and blindly but unerringly grasping my hard shaft right behind my glans. My breath came in stutters as I tensed to his grip.

Then he released me, and clasped both hands behind my neck again. "Teg," he said accusingly, "you've been stiff like that ever since we met, and you're definitely hard right now!"

Well, I started to blush, and smiled sheepishly, "Uh… you noticed, huh?"

"Yeah, I noticed!" he exclaimed. "But I didn't know what it meant. Sometimes it made me afraid, when I remembered what happened with Uncle Tom. But sometimes it made me all tingly, and I wanted so much to ask you…."

He paused, hesitating. All I could think of at that moment was that I finally knew what that hurt, pleading look of his was all about.

"Teg, does that mean that you love me too? That you want to… to be one… with me?" His voice rose sweetly, expectantly.

"Yes. Yes! Wishus! I do love you, darling Wishus! More than anything in the world, more than life itself, I want to be ONE with you." Well, I did want something else. I wanted to cover his face with feverish kisses at that instant, but just hugged him even tighter to me. I had never been happier in my life, to be able to tell him of my love, both in words and by the evidence of my arousal. For the first time in my life I did not have to hide my passion for a boy! For this boy!

I clasped him to me, and he too held me tight, his arms clenched around my neck, and his head pressed hard into the crook of my neck. His sniffles had long since stopped, but I felt the chill as his still wet cheek touched my skin. I just stood there silently, rocking him slowly from side to side.

We must have been a sight, a 6'2" [1.88 m] man standing there in obvious arousal, his long pole ensconced between the butt cheeks of the equally aroused little boy, whose legs were clamped around the man as if his life depended on it.

Finally he breathed into my ear, "It was wrong, what my father said?"

"Wishus, I'm not going to say anything against your father. All I can do is tell you what I know to be true. Some of us are made differently from everyone else. But being different doesn't make us bad, or wrong. I think it just makes us special."

He thought about that silently for a moment, then must have accepted my words, because suddenly he was off on a new tangent. "But Teg? How do we become one? How do we… what did you say… how do we form a… a union?"

Now I blushed again, this time in panic. I didn't want this moment, when we had revealed our special love for each other, to be sullied in any way. I knew I could never consummate our union in the way that nature intended. How could I tell him that my penis should enter into him, to form that ultimate union of man and boy, which the ancients had proclaimed the highest form of love.

I've already admitted that I was a boylove virgin. Well, having never desired a woman, I was just plain a virgin, and I couldn't imagine the pain that Wishus must endure if I were to plunge my tool into him.

I struggled to say something, anything, but the truth about how we must consummate our love. "I… we must… Wishus, once before I told you that you didn't have to talk about what was bothering you, remember?"

"Yes, Teg." He nodded. I felt his cheek move against my neck. Then he pulled back and I could see the gratitude in his eyes. He remembered.

"Well, now I… I just want to be with you, like this. We'll find a way to be one with each other, dearest. We'll find our way, okay?"

"Sure, Teg," he agreed, "we'll talk about it later, if you wish." And he leaned into me, pressing the side of his head against mine, then kissed me on my forehead.

I pulled his head down and did the same, brushing my lips to his forehead just at the hairline. He pushed back, looking a little surprised, and touched the spot where my lips had rested.

Gracing me with a pleased little smile, he then puckered his brow and said, "Teg, I'm still all stiff. It feels… kind of good, you know, but kind of strange, and tingly. Like it's going to hurt, but not hurt! Does that make sense?" He looked bemused, pursing his lips, concentration wrinkling his brow.

"It makes perfect sense. There are… ways to… make that kind of good 'hurt' go away, and here's one of them!" I shouted as I leaped, plunging both of us into what I knew was going to be a very cold beaver pond.

And I was right! It was cold, and our dicks did shrivel to pitiful, cold-hard relics of their former glory. When we rose spluttering and gasping for air, and stood on the bank, Wishus' little dick was just a cute little bump protruding half an inch [1½ cm] from his goose-fleshed pubis. His balls had completely disappeared into the warm depths of his body, and his scrotum was a crinkly little oval washboard, a little pinker than the surrounding flesh.

He laughed, pointing at my own manhood, now barely long enough to stand out from my dark brown bush. My own balls were too big to escape like Wishus', but were held tight beneath my cock. Seeing my boy's attention on it, Teg Junior wasn't to be denied his moment, and began to rise immediately.

"Uh oh, Teg," Wishus giggled, pointing. "It's not working for you!"

"That's because I'm still with you, Wishus. I can't help it if you're so beautiful!"

He looked taken aback. "Beautiful?!" He smiled broadly. "You think I'm beautiful? Boys can't be beautiful!" He put his hands on his hips, as if he were defiant, but his smile told me otherwise. He loved the idea that I found him beautiful.

"You, Wishus, are the loveliest of Nature's creations," I said with heartfelt sincerity. "You're the most wondrous of beauties, totally unspoiled, clean, good, bright, smart…."

"Okay," he said, doubtfully accepting the compliments. He thought for a minute, and then the pieces of some puzzle must have fit in his mind's eye, because he suddenly exploded into action, clapped his hands down hard on the outsides of his thighs and started cavorting about, shouting, "Teg wants to be ONE with me! And I'm beautiful! I'm beautiful! I'm beautiful!"

He was as happy at that moment as any boy I have ever seen, and I felt wholly good. I had given this boy confidence in himself in more ways than one.

He kept shouting to the echoing mountainsides, flapping his arms and scampering about, flaunting his newfound self-esteem, and exhibiting his nude perfection to all the world. Suddenly he paused, and faced me, grinning widely, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "but if Teg wants to be one with me, he'll have to catch me!"

With that he leaped back into the frigid pond, splashing me with the cold water. I leaped after him and we romped about until we were almost numb. Let me tell you, it was hard catching that slippery little eel, but the plain fact was that he wanted me to catch him. We played grab-me all over the pond, our water-slicked bodies sliding smoothly against each other, our hands exploring wildly, touching everywhere. It was too cold for there to be much sexual tension, and I think both of us just wanted to feel the other. He touched the hair on my chest, slapped my rear, playfully flopped my cold-shriveled dick about; I man-handled him, throwing him up into the air and letting him splash down. More than once my hands sought his little boy treasures, but I was just as content to touch his arms, his legs, his feet, anywhere and everywhere.

Finally, unable to stand the frigid cold any longer, we helped each other out onto the grassy bank. He was shivering uncontrollably, so I picked him up again. He wrapped his arms and legs around me like a blanket and I sat us down in the meadow grass, in the full sunlight. Teg Junior was already getting warm and hard, and Wishus giggled when he felt my tool seek its accustomed resting place along the crack of the his bum.

I rubbed and patted my boy's back, squeezed the water out of his hair, and just pampered him. He soaked up my warmth and that of the lifegiving Sun, and before long we were chattering away with more than just our teeth.

"Now I've caught you," I said, holding him tight. "But what is my reward?"

"Umhhh, let me see," he mused, leaning back, resting his weight on his clenched hands behind my neck. "I can see, or rather I can feel, that you still want to be ONE with me!" He squirmed his rear on top of my shaft, smashing it against my own crossed legs.

"I'll always want to be one with you, Wishus," I said, then leaned my cheek against one of his arms and snuggled it lovingly.

"Well, you still haven't explained how we do that, so I've thought of a way," he said proudly, surprising me.

"Oh yes? I have to hear this!" And I did want to hear it, my imagination running wild, no doubt stimulated by the way he was using his bottom to clench and squirm around my manhood. Surely he knew nothing of Greek love! No, of course not. He knew nothing of sex at all, except what we had spoken about earlier.

"You'll have to promise not to tell anyone… no, I won't ask you to promise, because I know you would never reveal my secret."

"Thank you for trusting me! And you're right. But what is this secret? I must know!" I said sincerely, and I was not just humoring him. He had me hooked completely.

With his infinite energy, Wishus almost exploded up from my lap and grabbed my hand, saying excitedly, "Come on, Teg, get up! Let's get dressed." He tugged and tugged, leaning back against my weight, so I got up!

"I'm going to show you my secret place, Teg," he said in a lowered voice, as if someone else were around that he did not want to overhear us. He said it with such intensity that I knew this was important to him.

He was a veritable whirlwind getting dressed. "Come on! I'll show you my secret place, you'll tell me your secrets, and that way we'll be ONE!"

"You know, your right!" I said, astonished with his prescience. What other ten year old would think of such a poignant way to make us 'as one'. I tell you, I was not disappointed that Wishus did not know about the ultimate form of union between a man and a boy. His innocence was one of the joys of my love for him, and I wouldn't have known where to begin in order to prepare him for our physical union. His idea was far superior to anything I could come up with.

My boy's excitement and enthusiasm was contagious, so I hurried to get dressed. He was done before I even had my pants back on, and hopped about impatiently, like a boy who just had to go pee. When I had my boots back on, he grabbed me by the hand and literally pulled me off across the meadow. I came along like a bull led by the nose, totally enthralled with this boy in my life, totally devoted to him, and totally happy.

Wishus led me into one of the many side canyons that fed into the valley. The trail hugged one wall of the canyon and climbed higher and higher, hanging over vistas that would have awed me if I hadn't been awed already by an even greater Wonder of Nature. I had no eyes for panoramas of stone, trees, and streams – my whole being was concentrated on Wishus. My eyes were glued to him as he climbed the trail ahead of me.

I made a discovery about myself during that hike. It wasn't just the boy's figure that enthralled me. Yes, my eyes were drawn again and again to his buttocks, rhythmically undulating beneath the fabric of his knickers, soft mounds that I had cupped in my hands lovingly. And to the graceful flow of his long, slim legs – I could almost have joined my middle finger and thumb around his ankle, he was so slightly built. And to his bouncing tresses, as they washed from side to side across his shoulders, imparting fleeting glimpses of his satin-smooth neck, and just the tips of his ears. Yes, I drank in those charms, but more – I literally devoured every tiny detail of his body with my eyes. I didn't want just the sexual stimulation that his figure afforded me, I wanted to know every square inch of his body, to memorize him, to draw his essence into my being forever. I discovered on that climb to his secret place what true boylove is. I discovered that I was no sexual predator, preying on unsuspecting boys in my fantasies. I discovered that I could love a boy, I could worship this boy, even if I knew I could never touch him again.

I could not speak much during the climb, so focused was I on Wishus' essence. I noticed that the very tips of each strand of his golden hair was a pinpoint of captured sunlight. And there was a little patch of scraped skin on his elbow, little striations where his skin had scraped against a rock, each tiny raw streak a wound in my heart. When the uneven rhythm of our steps happened to bring my nose close up on his buttocks, I breathed deeply of his musky, clean, boy-scent, and could swear I felt the burning heat emanating from that sacred sphincter hidden within. I watched the crease formed with each step he took, where the bottom of his butt cheeks met the tops of his thighs. And I witnessed each ripple of the muscles in his calves as he climbed.

Luckily, while I was lost in this boylove trance, Wishus kept up a rolling discourse in his sing-song voice, happily pointing out an interesting tree here, the imprint of a deer's hoof there, or a weirdly shaped rock over there – just joyously sharing his world with me. I felt his joy and his overflowing good will even without registering each word.

The climb, and this window into my reason for being, had to come to a close eventually. Wishus broke my trance when he suddenly stopped, turned, and reached down for my hand. I looked up and saw pride and unalloyed joy spreading across his face.

"Here it is, Teg!" he trilled, his voice trembling with the exertion of the climb, but even more with his emotion.

I accepted his proffered hand and he helped me up onto the flat ledge he was standing on. During the climb to this height, a spell concocted from Wishus' very being had been cast over me, and now I was a bit disappointed to have it broken. Nevertheless, I masked that letdown, knowing that he wanted to share with me something he thought very special.

"What is this grand specta…" I started to ask, wanting to sound enthusiastic, but when I looked for myself I didn't need his explanation.

I might have stood there with mouth yawning wide, dumbfounded, for eternity, if he had not brought me back to reality once again. "How do you like my discovery, Teg?" He grasped my left arm in both his hands and leaned into me, looking up into my eyes.

I turned my head to look down at him and saw the proudest, happiest little boy.

"I… it's… it's mag… it's magnificent, Wishus!" And that was an understatement. Before us, sheltered within a cavernous hollow in the rock face, was a city! An obviously very ancient, abandoned city – row upon row of rectangular dwellings, many resting one upon another, in terraces. And many apparently in perfectly livable condition. It was as if its builders had just walked away one day, leaving all the material evidence of their existence.

"Wishus!" I turned to face him square on, and swept him off his feet, my hands at his waist. I twirled him around like that, both of us laughing and shouting, stumbling over each other's words:

"It's magnificent!" I said.

"Do you really like it?" he demanded.

"It's too fantastic to believe!"

I swung him around one last time and then slipped my left arm further around his waist and pulled him to me, propping him on my left hip like a baby, his legs straddling me, one in front of me, one behind. His right arm was hooked about my neck. That left us both free to turn, as one, to survey his city, each of us pointing out the many wonders.

"Who do you think built it?" he finally asked.

"Someone long, long ago!"

"Then it's mine!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, waving one imperial hand over his domain.

"I mean… OURS, Teg." he said earnestly. "We'll share it! This can be what makes us ONE, huh?!"

"I would consider it a great honor, Wishus, to share the most humble abode with you. Only you. But that you should grant me a share of your secret place makes me want to cry out in joy."

He suddenly threw his left arm in a wide arc, the momentum flinging his body around on the fulcrum of my hip, forcing me to grasp him as earlier in the day, with both my arms under his dear little rear. He clamped his legs around my waist, wrapped both arms behind my neck and kissed me full on the lips!

"There! I've kissed you!" he exclaimed, pulling back and looking smug and satisfied. "I said I wanted to, and now I have!" he giggled.

"We… well," I stuttered, trying to retain my composure, while reveling in the taste of his lips. "Well, I guess the world didn't come to an end, Wishus. Now you've done it, how do you feel about it?"

He too remembered our earlier conversation about his unearned shame when he had kissed his Uncle Tom. "You were right, Teg. There's nothing wrong with it if you love someone. I do love you, Teg, and I'm going to kiss you again!"

"Mmmmmm… I… mmm… I love… you too!" I managed to tell him as he pecked my lips with his over and over again.

And then he closed his eyes, tilted his head, as if he had done this many times before, and pulled himself into me until our lips met, crushed together. This time he did not pull back. I placed a hand behind his head and cradled him against me. Breathlessly we ground or lips together, and I could taste the wetness escaping from his mouth to mine. More than anything I wanted to insert my tongue into his holy cavity. I had to truly taste his lips! I delicately fluttered the tip of my tongue along his lips.

He pulled back to breathe, drawing in my breath with a shocked but very pleased look. "I liked that, Teg!" he whispered. "Does that make us ONE, too?"

"Yes, Wishus, and so does this." I pulled his willing head forward, my mouth open this time, tongue ready. He understood immediately and opened his lips as they met mine, my tongue gaining entrance into his body. My boy needed no teacher; making love came naturally to him – he laved my tongue lovingly with his own, then when I retreated he followed into my mouth.

We dueled like that for more than a minute, muffled moans emerging from both of us, now that we had learned how to breathe through our noses.

Both of us were fully erect now. I could feel his little shaft through the layers of our clothing, hard up against my stomach. Instinctively I began to rhythmically rock him in my arms. He caught on quickly and was soon squirming his dick against me, his moans ever louder.

My own shaft had happily lifted up inside my pants, and as Wishus ground into me he inadvertently massaged my super-sensitive glans. Our pace increased, our breaths coming raggedly, our mouths still suctioning one another. On and on we went, truly becoming one.

I felt him begin to shudder uncontrollably, and he threw his head back and cried out like a wild animal, his aching cry echoing off the cavern wall. My joy at his first orgasm sent me off myself, and for the third time in 24 hours I spent my seed inside my clothing, cumming with spasms that threatened to topple us off our ledge.

"Oh my God!" Wishus gasped. "What… happened… Teg?! Arhnnnn!" He was holding himself away from me, his taut thighs almost scissoring me in half, he was so tensed. His arms were stiff and there was a glazed look in his eyes. I think he instinctively tried to keep his dick away from any more contact with my body.

"What… what did… you feel, honey!" I gasped too, smiling at him, knowing that he had just reached heights of pleasure that were impossible without the kind of passion we had for each other.

"I don't KNOW!" he managed to say through clenched teeth, his body still convulsing, causing renewed friction on his glans.

I held him a little tighter, helping him to come down off his climax.

"We… were kissing, then… I felt… something in my peepee… I mean my… dick," he rasped, now looking at me questioningly. He was slowly regaining his breath. "Oh, Teg, it was like an explosion of… I don't know what! The greatest feeling I ever had. Did you feel it too?"

"Oh yes, dearest. We both had what all lovers want – it's called an orgasm, when the pleasure starts to build up in your cock, when your lover touches it just the right way, and you feel love flowing through you, and I guess – it just overflows, and is too much to contain.

"You started jerking around, Teg! I thought we were going to fall off the trail, but I didn't care! You know what I mean? All I could do was scream. I couldn't control it!"

"That's part of what I couldn't explain before, Wishus, because I didn't know how to. That's part of what it means to become ONE with your lover."

"Wow! It wasn't like that with Uncle Tom!" Wishus smiled at me, offering me the most wonderful compliment that I could ever receive.

"Maybe that's because…" I started to say that maybe it was because Uncle Tom did not love him as much as I did, but thankfully I stopped myself before uttering those less than noble words. I had no cause to belittle what his uncle felt for Wishus, and I had no reason to further darken Wishus' memory of that time in his life. Instead I said, "Maybe it's because they didn't give you the chance, Wishus. Whatever the reason, I'm selfish enough to be glad that we felt it for the first time together, just you and me. That's the way love is supposed to feel! I'm sure of it!"

"You mean… you mean you've never felt it before, either?" he asked, surprised. "You've never… kissed anyone else… like that before?"

"Never. Only you, my little Wishus," I admitted in a hushed, worshipful tone. And at that moment, 25 years of pain, humiliation, and self-doubt melted away, and I was actually overjoyed that I had never made love to another boy. I said silent thanks at that moment, that I had always been a boylover, and had never made love to man or woman.

Wishus smiled, looking proud but somewhat taken aback. And I knew he felt undeniably special.

Chapter 5

Both of us were smiling at each other contentedly, both sharing a moment of quiet, just looking into each other's eyes with love.

Then he kind of hitched himself up, sitting upright on my crossed arms, and put both hands on my cheeks, pushing them in, squishing my lips, until I must have looked like a fish with its perpetual pucker.

He held my face like that, forcing our eyes to stare deeply into one another's souls, and said earnestly, "Teg, can we kiss like that again?"

I just chuckled, although that was hard to do with my jaws frozen into place by his squeezing hands. Through my puckered lips I tried to say, "Any ti yu wan!"

That seemed to satisfy him completely, because he smiled, cocked his head quickly from side to side, then pecked me quickly on my lips and squirmed out of my grasp to stand before me.

He took hold of my hand and started off, tugging me. "Come on, Teg! I'll show you everything!"

We spent the next hour looking through the whole structure. Wishus led me from one room to another, up and down through holes in the ceilings, into deep round pits. Some of the rooms were still in very good condition, and it would not have taken much to make a home there.

While we were awestruck by the grandeur of this city within a mountainside, neither of us could forget what had just transpired between us. My eyes were as often on Wishus as on the dwellings, and most of the time he hung onto my arm, often with both his hands, forcing us together as if he could not bear to be apart from me. We exchanged caresses and sweet little kisses whenever the urge arose, whenever we helped each other over some obstacle, whenever we stopped to marvel at some sight, or whenever our eyes happened to meet. We were in love, and we did not need much reason to want to tell the other of our feelings.

Wishus led me higher and higher through the terraces of the city, until we came upon one cubicle that appeared in perfect condition. It was on a natural shelf overlooking the rest of the city, and if you stood at its doorway, you truly felt like the lord over the whole domain.

Wishus said, "This is my favorite room, Teg."

"Why do you like it?" I asked.

He knit his brow and mused out loud, "Oh, I don't know… maybe because it's up here all by itself, like somebody important lived here… or…." He suddenly grew quiet and looked down, then idly started scuffing the dust at his feet.

I moved closer and stood behind him with my hands on his shoulders. He leaned back into me and I could feel and hear him breathe deeply and sigh long and eloquently – something was bothering him.

"Or what, Wishus?" I urged him to open up. Softly, gently, I began to knead his shoulders and run my hands down his upper arms.

"Oh, I've often sat up here and thought that maybe… maybe the owner of this room was a… an outcast, like me."

At that, sensing the constriction in his throat as he spoke of something that pained him deeply, I suddenly felt choked up myself and felt an overwhelming need to do something, anything, to wash away my boy's pain. But I could not undo what had happened to him. Without even thinking about it, my hands slipped down to his chest and started rubbing him there, as if I were trying to smooth out the tightness he must feel in his heart.

He reached up and encircled my wrists in his hands, and just held me there, rubbing his cheek against my arm.

"I've always felt safe here," he continued after a moment.

"That's odd," I said. "I was just about to say that I feel some kind of… power up here, like there's some mystery associated with this dwelling. Wishus, what if the man who lived here was a medicine man, what the Indians call a shaman?"

"A shaman, huh?" he responded quietly. "Well, whoever he was, I've sat on his doorstep by the hour ever since I discovered this place. This is where I come when I feel… lonely."

I felt a yawning pit in my stomach, thinking of the boy sitting here all alone, but if he felt safe here, then I should be glad he found it. That thought triggered another, and suddenly I was burning with excitement.

"Wishus!" I dropped to my knees and spun him around bodily, my hands on his shoulders. I looked into his eyes and he saw my excitement, a look of bemused curiosity forming on his face.

"Wishus, I've got an idea! We're going to fix this place up for you! This will be your safe haven!" My mind was racing. If ever again his Uncle Ben decided to strand Wishus all alone, after I was gone, I wanted my Love to have a retreat like this, a place he could come to and feel secure.

"Well… uh… okay!" he stammered, a smile starting to transform his face. "But… how…?" I could tell he liked the idea already, because he started to fidget, looking around with wonderment in his eyes, his flowing hair tumbling about his face. I could see a picture forming in his mind – oh, this boy was a goer! He looked about, back at me with a questioning smile, his shoulders raised in expectation, and seemed to want to explode into action. I drank in the look on his face – he was a little pixie, a forest sprite, a little elf, a bundle of energy held in check by my hands.

Well, our energies fed one upon another, and I jumped up, and we started pacing and planning.

"We'll sweep this room out, fix you a bed…"

"But we don't have an extra bed, Teg." he interrupted. "Auntie wouldn't like it if I brought mine up here."

"Don't worry about that, my good boy," I scoffed jauntily, patting him on the shoulder. "We'll lash together a frame, get some clean hay, and I have two extra blankets. Then…."

"You'll give them to me? Don't you need them?"

"For you, I'd give my life, Wishus," I said offhandedly, still looking around, planning.

"Yippie!" he cried, making me turn back to him. His yell echoed off the canyon walls as he leapt up into my arms and glued his lips to mine. For the second time we were lost to the world, our tongues madly laving each other's mouths.

I suppose Wishus thought now was the time to renew our "oneness", because he started humping his little, fast-hardening cock against my stomach.

I reluctantly broke the furious suctioning of our mouths and held him away, laughing, "Hold on, Wishus! We can't do this now, we…."

"Oh please, Teg," he begged, struggling to scrunch his penis up and down against me, scissoring his thighs around my waist. I just held him with my arms around his back.

"No, Wishus. You've got me hard now, too, but if we're going to fix this place up, we'll have to hurry. And we're going to need all our energy. You keep this up and you're going to have me limp as a rag!"

"Oh, alright," he said disconsolately, then recovering quickly and looking at me slyly, he continued, "just one more kiss? Please?" He assumed an innocent, demure look.

"Uh… okay…." I said, suspiciously, wondering what kind of trick he was planning. I suspected that he knew he could lead me around like a puppy dog if he batted his lashes just right. I started to comply, then thought better of it. "I know you, Wishus. You think I'll forget what I just said, once you have your lips back where they belong! I know what, first you have to get down, and then we'll kiss… with no hands!"

"Oh, alright," he pouted a bit, but then jumped down and puckered up, his head tilted up and his eyes closed.

Seeing him like that, so eager and willing, I almost relented, then took a deep breath and said, "Oh Wishus, I want this kiss! I want it more than you do. But I also want to make you a little fort up here, just for you."

"Really?!" he exclaimed, opening his eyes wide. "You want it too?"

"Yes," I sighed loudly, "oh yes!"

"Thanks, Teg." he said sweetly, then leaned his head back again, and demanded, "Now for my kiss."

We both giggled, as I lowered my face to his. I clasped my hands behind me and met his moist lips with mine, both of us sputtering with barely contained laughter. At least it made for a wet, sloppy kiss, with our tongues straying haphazardly. Before a half-minute was up, both of our mouths, chins, and cheeks were covered with the shared saliva.

"Mmmmm… you taste so… good," I muttered between slurps. "No… no, now keep you hands back!"

"I… like it… like this… Teg!" he mumbled between playful licks at my lips, "but… I like it… better… when you hold me."

Well, I couldn't resist that! "Oh, sweet boy!" I exclaimed, and I swooped him up bodily and twirled him around, hugging him tightly. We locked our lips together then, and I just stood there holding him close. Our kiss went on and on – no more giggling, just both of us desperately trying to swallow the other whole.

Finally, knowing that our time was fleeting, I tried to begin to separate. "We… we've… got to… stop… now… Wishus!" I said, alternating each word with continued nibbles on his lips or with soft pecks at his nose, his cheeks, his chin.

"I… won't… stop… Teg." he responded, through his own ministrations on my lips. Then he drew himself even tighter into my embrace, and placed his mouth against the side of my neck. Through more kisses on my sensitive neck and my ear lobe, he said, "I'll only stop… if you promise to… to give me a kiss….every five minutes. While we're working." He was both demanding and pleading, and the high-pitched tone of his voice told me that he just could not bear to let me go.

Oh, I had this boy pegged perfectly – I had seen it from the first. He so desperately wanted reassurance, love, just plain affection, that perhaps anyone would have satisfied his longing in some small way. But Fate had crossed our paths, and it was me, a boylover, who was to meet his needs. We were meant for each other, and whatever might come in the future, I resolved then and there that nothing would ever separate us completely, except by his own choice.

"Dear Wishus," I breathed into his ear, just loud enough for him to hear, brushing my lips against the whorls of his ear, "your wish will always be my command. Every five minutes it will be, while we're working to make your fort."

"Oh… okay… then, let's get started," he said, sliding out of my grasp to the ground. "But how are we going to know when five minutes are up?" he wanted to know, his brow all wrinkled in consternation.

"Oh, we don't need a watch for that, Wishus," I said. "We'll know when it's time by the way we feel. Right here." I placed my right hand on my heart.

He looked up at me in total earnest, and said one of those precocious things that continually surprised me. "Then the feeling will be practically unbearable, Teg, because my heart is already aching." He hung his head shyly and started scuffing the ground again.

I just closed my eyes briefly and sighed, "Dear, dear Wishus." Then I looked down at him and reached out for his hand, and said, "Yes, Wishus, we'll know when to kiss again when the feeling just gets too unbearable."

And that's the way it went, till near dusk. For more than two hours we trekked back and forth three times between the cabin and Wishus' haven, bringing blankets, supplies, and tools. All the while one of the other of us would signal to the other with a tug on the hand, or a glance of entreaty, and we would pause for a deep kiss to renew ourselves.

It kept us both in a constant cycle of arousal, followed by concentration on our task. When we were finished, we were both exhausted, but we had done a good job.

Standing before his aerie, above the city that he had taken possession of, I took his hand in mine, faced him, and said, "Now Wishus, you have a home away from home, and this is where I want you to come if you ever feel lonely or afraid. You can draw strength from this place. I feel it now, too. And you can draw upon what we've shared here."

"My home away from home?" he said, and shook his head in denial. "No Teg, all those other places don't want me. I'll go back and live with Auntie and Uncle, but I think I'll call this my real home."

With that consecration, whether or not this had once been the home of a shaman, it was truly a sacred place. Anyplace Wishus called home was a sacred place.

He reached up and grabbed hold of my collar and pulled me down for one last kiss. We stood together entwined in our embrace while the sun went down behind us. A ten year old boy and a 37 year old man, no longer alone, no longer lonely.

Chapter 6

I almost laughed as we walked hand-in-hand, and I would look over and see his head starting to weave from side to side, like we all do when our legs get stiff and we can hardly hold ourselves upright. The poor boy could hardly stay awake on his feet!

It was too dangerous to try carrying him on the sometimes precipitous canyon trail, especially as the sun had already set. The full moon had not yet risen, so I waited till we hit the level meadow grass, and stopped.

"Come here, little boy," I said as I turned to him. I clapped my hands once very gently, and opened my arms to him.

He gave me a dazed but grateful look, his eyes rolling up. A peaceful satisfied little smile stretched his lips slightly, then he practically fell into my embrace. I just lifted him to our now familiar body wrap, his arms draped over my shoulders, his feet locked behind my butt. There was no kissing now, though, beyond my occasional snuggle against his exposed neck. But for the sacred beat, beat, beat of his heart against my breast, he was gone to the world.

The rest of the walk was one of those interludes in life where you just wish time would come to an end. What more could I ever want than to have Wishus in my arms, to feel his hot breath on my shoulder, to care for him like we were the only two people on the face of the Earth?

Back at the cabin, I wasn't about to arouse him for supper, so after carefully propping him into the rocker, I climbed up into his loft, brought his blankets, down comforter, and his nightgown down to the lower level, and spread our beds before the fireplace.

I set the fire, to give us a warm, comfortable evening, undressed, and then decided to forego putting on my long-johns. I wanted to feel him against my bare skin this night.

I was stark naked now, but amazingly enough, not even hard. My dick hung limply, perfectly content now just to be with my boy.

Lovingly, tenderly, I undressed Wishus, from his shoes all the way to his tunic, marveling at his languid beauty, all boy, all slim, soft, and tiny. He never woke, until the very moment I slipped his gown over his head.

With his eyes half-hooded, struggling to come awake, he said drowsily, "Oh, I guess… I had better go… upstairs now, huh?"

"Not on your life, my Love," I said quietly, holding him upright in the chair, with my hands on his shoulders. "You're sleeping by my side tonight. All night."

He opened his eyes all the way, momentarily, as my words registered through the haze of his sleep.

"Thanks, Teg," was all he said, feelingly, as he raised his tired arms to me. I just let him lean forward onto me, then rocked back on my heels onto our blankets. He had already closed his eyes again, and was breathing in a steady rhythm as I nestled his outstretched form against mine, and cradled his head in the cushiony cleft between my arm and my breast.

I snuggled and sniffed in his hair, and carried his magical boy-scent into my own dreams.

"Teg…," I heard him whisper, and felt his lips touch mine.

"Teg… Teg, wake… wake up, Teg." He muttered quietly, interspersing his words with nibbles and kisses on my nose and lips. I felt his left hand on my stomach, and his right on my shoulder, as he hovered over me. His hair tickled across my cheeks and neck.

"What is it, honey?" I finally responded, reaching up to caress his back, and to hold his loose dangling hair back out of his eyes.

It couldn't have been more than an hour since we had slept, because there were still low flames floating across the bed of coals. Wishus' form was back-lit, the very vision of an angel hovering over me. A loose strand of hair played across my cheek and I gasped, breathing deeply of Wishus' sweet boy-scent, and elixir of his natural musky body odor, the slightly salty-stale aroma of dried boy-sweat, and some undefinable perfume that was… just Wishus – a fresh, pure, warm, full-of-life scent that had my dick engorged in seconds.

He too was aroused, because I could feel the slide of his little cock, hard against my thigh.

"Teg. I feel… kind of funny," he kind of whimpered, in a tight, tense little voice.

"How do you feel, Wishus? Oh, I know. You're probably hungry," I said, and I started to lift myself up, thinking to get him something to eat. "We haven't eaten since…."

"No, Teg!" he pushed back on my shoulder, forcing me flat again. Then he moved his hand from my stomach and placed his three middle fingers lightly across my lips. "It's not that, Teg. I… don't…."

"Then what is it, sweetie," I murmured, now a little concerned.

He put his hand back on my stomach, and absently kneaded me there, pulling and tugging at my skin. "I don't… I don't know, Teg. I woke up with a stiffie, and my peepee… my penis feels like it's… like it's going to break open, or something. It's never been this hard, Teg. It feels like it's going to pop out of that little hole at the end, it's stretched so tight, and…."

"Shhhh, Wishus," I started to interrupt, but he continued his feverish recitation.

"And I… my… my, you know, that soft little skin below my peepee, where I can feel two little… like little…."

"Your testicles, Wishus. Your balls?"

"Yes, Teg, my tes… my balls hurt, they kind of ache, but it's a weird kind of hurt, it kind of feels good and bad at the same time… oh, I can't explain it, but I've never felt this way before, Teg. I woke up and started looking at you, and I remembered us kissing, and then this… pain started… and Teg?" he suddenly giggled, in an instant going from a kind of panicky hysteria to a silly, breathless chuckle.

"What, honey?" I asked, not knowing how to react. Did he want comfort, or sympathy, or should I laugh along with him. I felt his knee slide along the shaft of my cock.

"Your pee… penis is hard again, Teg. Do… do your balls ache too?" His eyes were just inches from mine as he held himself over me, quizzing me, wanting to understand what he was feeling. I saw something else in his eyes – there was an unspoken desire, a need, something akin to lust. My Wishus had awakened in more ways than one!

"Yes Wishus. My balls have been aching like that ever since I met you, yesterday. It's our love for each other, Wishus. That's what makes us hard, and that's what makes our testicles feel so… tight, so tense, like they are full, to the point of exploding."

"Yes, Teg! That's the feeling! But why?" he demanded, scrunching even closer to me. I reveled in his closeness, in his hot breath on my face. I breathed deep of the air that had been in his lungs. The soft matt of his nightgown caressed my skin and passed his body heat through to me. I rubbed his back lovingly, and wondered what to say.

Actually I was surprised that Wishus could feel that ache in his balls. I thought his orgasm this afternoon, up at his hidden city, had been dry. He had said nothing about a wet cum. Maybe his balls were just beginning to mature, and there was a latent need there to spill his seed. I hoped to find out.

"Wishus, we get that feeling… when two people… two lovers make love, something does come exploding out of their balls – it's called semen, or cum – and it shoots out through the little hole in the head of your penis. When it goes into… into the…." I caught myself, before saying what I desperately wanted to tell him.

"Goes into where, Teg?" he shook me and pleaded, wanting an answer now. He was beginning to slowly rub his little dick against my thigh, then he straddled me completely holding his body off me, looking deep into my eyes, pressing his crotch into my belly. I don't even think he was aware of what he was doing.

I couldn't tell him everything, because I was afraid to. I knew about the ultimate union of man and boy only through the classics, which provided me nothing more than the ideal. They didn't tell me how to keep from hurting my boy, how to bring him pleasure, taking me into his body, how to make him feel the glory of our union even through waves of pain. I could not risk ever hurting Wishus!

"There… there are many ways to make love, Wishus," I began, deciding to avoid a direct answer. "I can show you some of them, if… if you… want."

"You mean something different? Not like we did today when we were kissing? I… I think… I need to do that again, Teg." He tilted his head a bit, and with his puppy dog eyes, pleaded with me. "Please Teg. My peepee… I feel… like… mmmnnnnh…," he lowered his crotch onto my belly again and started a rhythmic, circular, rubbing motion – wanting to experience again the kind of climax we had shared earlier in the afternoon.

I moved my hands to his hips, and tried to slow his gyrations. "Hold on, honey, I want to show you another way that lovers can have an orga…."

"I can't… wait…," he whined, struggling to move his hips again.

"I'll hurry, dearest. Now, trust me. Come on, lay back down on your blankets, and let me touch you… in just the right way, and I promise you'll cum even stronger than before."

No doubt he saw the passion and the lust building in me. My expression must have given me away. You don't contemplate your first intimate touch of a young boy's penis without the anticipation showing in your eyes, the set of your mouth, your tense breathing. Whatever the clue was, Wishus believed me, and his own features transformed from pleading to a bemused and excited anticipation. He licked his lips as he pushed back from me, sliding his hands across my chest sensuously. He lay flat on his back beside me, languidly stretching his little body beside mine as I rolled to my side, as if drawn to him like a magnet.

In the fiery, flickering orange-red glare, his smooth skin seemed to exude his heated passion. My eyes were drawn to the holy shrine of his lower torso, where his slim legs joined. His nightgown was drawn up, just covering his little belly button. The smooth curve of his lower abdomen rose and fell, as if with his breathing, but I knew it was because of his building passion, his expectation. His hips were so narrow, with just a slight broadening, where his buttocks rested on the blankets. The sloped valley leading to his pubis led my eyes on to his little prick, jutting out, the foreskin so tight and smooth, its frenar band stretched to the limit by the knob of his glans.

"You'll touch me, Teg?" he said, so innocently, holding his little forearms up off the blanket, his hands clenching unconsciously. His legs wobbled back and forth, to some inner beat – he was the very picture of an open, expectant, invitation to me – a nervous but willing object, to be led by me, to be taught by me.

"Oh yes, darling boy, I'm going to touch you," I returned, my voice gravelly with my building lust. I was going to show Wishus how to masturbate, and that meant that I would finally get to handle his upthrust penis, to examine it, to fondle it, to caress and love it. I wanted to make my boy wild with abandon as I brought him to climax.

I started by straddling him, my dangling balls dropping right down onto his little cocklet. I could feel the tip of his shaft digging into the base of my own dick.

In the firelight, we could both see clearly. If anything, the fluttering flames added to our expectation, with each tongue of fire reaching up, casting larger than life shadows on the walls, ever moving. The occasional staccato crack, when an ember exploded to life, pronounced my task… go on, go on, show your boy what it feels like to be handled by his man. At that moment, with Wishus' pale form underneath me, only half-clad in his nightgown, with him looking pleadingly up into my eyes, then glancing wide-eyed along my body to my huge, swaying tool, I wanted to go all the way, to plunge my cock home into his anus. He didn't know it, but that's what he truly wanted and needed! That's what I desired above all else, to complete our Oneness.

Someday, someday, we would fuck! Someday we would both be ready, but just now I knew I couldn't do it. I would not risk his pain or injury through my own ignorance. I did not know how to make love to a boy like that. I steeled myself, and won my silent battle, and resolved to take Wishus to heights of love and lust that would make us both satisfied, and that would indeed seal our union.

"Do it, Teg!" Wishus rasped, in a voice laden with desire. "Touch me, Teg! Make me feel that way again, like before. Please… Teg… I'll…."

"Shhhh, honey," I calmed him, lowering my lips to his. He moaned through our suctioning mouths, and started arching his body up, struggling to rub his little stiffie into my dangling ballsac.

I relented and broke our kiss. Then I blindly reached between us and felt for his dick, cupped his shaft and his balls with my hand and pressed lightly, while moving my whole body down until I could gaze at his boyhood.

I removed my hand, and he popped free, all two-and-a-half inches [6½ cm] of him, straining his foreskin to bursting. I knew he would be supersensitive, so I started ever so lightly, not even getting close to his glans. Using my thumb and middle finger, I took hold of his shaft along its engorged sides and squeezed just enough to feel that he was indeed rock-hard.

Then I ever so slowly revolved my fingers around his shaft, till the soft pad of my thumb was on the bulge of his urethral canal, and my middle finger rested on the elastic, loose skin on the upper surface of his dick. With infinite patience, I slid my fingers up his shaft, making sure that both thumb and finger made contact with the corona of his glans at the same instant. Wishus was already breathing in quick, shallow gasps, but when I slid his foreskin across his glans he stopped breathing altogether, closed his eyes, and shuddered, arching his body up again.

"Oh… Teg! That… FEELS… SOOO… GOOD!" he almost screamed.

"Just you wait, dearest," I said, as I carefully added my forefinger, resting it on the top of his shaft. "Now I'm going to pump up and down with my hand. I love you, Wishus, and I want you to feel every stroke."

"It… it… feels so… good, Teg," he repeated, weaker this time, not being able to take a deep breath. I didn't relent, starting slowly, using his foreskin to ease the passage of each of my fingers across the sensitive surface of his glans. Then I slowly reversed the motion, pulling his prepuce tightly against his engorged dickhead. With each downward stroke, Wishus' little slit at the tip of his purplish head popped free. I forced it open with each stroke, but never risking his injury. I would not force his prepuce completely over his glans. Maybe he just wasn't mature enough for that.

Each time the tip of his dick popped free, like an eye winking at me, and with each passage of my fingers over his glans, Wishus gasped. Soon he had my rhythm and was unconsciously lifting his butt off the blankets with each of my downstrokes, trying to increase the excruciating pressure on his glans.

Pumping just a little faster, increasing the pace with infinite patience, I was like an obsessed maniac. I had eyes only for my boy's penis. The more I stroked the deeper red his glans became, to the point that I imagined it was going to burst.

Wishus was crying out now, with each stroke, moaning, and lashing out blindly with his arms. He was no longer in control of his being. My love-inflicted torture of his little cocklet was driving him to convulsions. Jerky, spastic motions – one leg would rise to hammer my buttocks, then he would twist one hip up, then the other. I feared for my own balls, straddling him as I was. But it was a risk I was eager to take, as I reveled in his pleasure.

I knew his climax was approaching when he suddenly threw his head back and arched his neck, and he started blindly groping for something, flailing, reaching out with his hands.

"Teg!" he screamed. I began to beat his tool faster, up and down like a steam piston. His little dick was so frail and tiny, engulfed in my fingers, yet filled with incredible strength. I hammered away at it mercilessly, seemingly on the verge of tearing the fabric of his foreskin as his dickhead strained desperately to come free.

"Yes, honey!" I called to him, almost yelling, knowing that the blood would be pounding in his ears.

"It's… happening… again, Teg! Just… like… you… said it… would… eeeaahhh!!" His voice rose ever higher, until he screamed out incoherently.

At that instant I knew he came, and I was overjoyed. I felt the kind of convulsive, pre-orgasmic, spurting sensation along the urethra of my own shaft, I guess in sympathy with what I knew he was feeling. Thankfully I didn't come all the way. This moment was just for Wishus!

As he thrashed about in the throes of his dry orgasm, I felt a stabbing pain in my wrist, and suddenly realized that he must have fastened his cum-induced vice-grip on the arm that I had resting on the blanket, for I felt the tips of his little fingers digging into the underside of my wrist. I endured the pain gladly, knowing that Wishus was using me as the one stable anchor as he lost control of his whole body.

His butt bucked up off the blankets once, twice, three times, smashing his thighs up into my dangling balls. I took this agony with my own cries into the night, joining my animal abandon to his.

His orgasm was dry. I hadn't expected him to be able to spurt yet, but there was no doubt about his ability to feel the excruciating pain-pleasure of a climax.

I was marveling at the way his hair had spread like a halo on the blankets above his head, when Wishus opened his eyes and found mine staring at him greedily.

"My God… Teg… I've never… felt so… oh, I'm sorry, Teg!" he exclaimed when he finally realized that his fingers were drilling holes into my wrist. He released his hand immediately, and started gently rubbing up and down my wrist. He looked at me so sweetly, concern wrinkling his brow.

"Don't you worry about that, baby. I'll wear those scars proudly!" I laughed.

"Teg! Oh yes, hold me like that… don't let me move… anymore… until I catch… my breath…" I had stopped stroking his dick and had again cupped my hand over his genitals, applying just a slight pressure, just enough to keep up the pleasure of contact, but not so much that his raw tool would start to hurt.

We stayed like that for several minutes, me straddling him, cupping his boyhood, he slowly coming back to Earth, breathing more easily.

Finally I released him completely, bent down and kissed the underside of his now flaccid shaft, then I lay down beside him, gathering him into my embrace.

He rolled onto his side, his head just below mine and idly played with my chest hair.

"Teg, that was even better than before," he said, then kissed me on the side of my breast. Your hand on my peepee… on my… dick… almost drove me crazy.

"That's what I intended, dearest. I told you there was more than one way to make…."

"I want to do you! I want you to feel the same way, Teg!" he said suddenly, rising up on his elbow and looking at me earnestly. I could see he was determined, and once again his thoughtfulness amazed me.

"I love you, Teg, and I want you to feel the same way I did."

"I love you, too, Wishus, and you can do anything you want with me. But you don't have to. My greatest pleasure is just being with you, honey, and taking care of your needs."

"I know," he said, "and that's why I do love you, Teg. First though, I want to be naked like you," he said eagerly, and hopped up on to his feet.

He lifted his gown off in an instant and stood above me with a lecherous grin.

"I'm going to crouch over you, like you did to me, Teg!" he grinned. "Your peepee was pointing right at me! It looked so… powerful! It still does!" he said, looking down at my prostrate form. My 7 inches [18 cm] were still rock hard and pulsed slightly every heartbeat. It stood up at an angle off my belly. I flexed it, and it jumped, making Wishus giggle.

"Wow! I don't think I can get my hand around it, Teg!"

"That won't matter, Wishus. Just a touch from you is liable to send me off shooting."

"Shooting what?" he asked.

"Uh… well, remember what I was telling you about… well, when guys get older, like me, they spurt out some… white stuff… a kind of white liquidy, thick stuff… when they come. I'll do that if you jack me off… if you pump up and down on my dick long enough. You'll do it too, when you get a little older."

I had him intrigued now, and a little more excited. Not that I planned to make a lesson out of this, but at least now he would be prepared. He kneeled down, very eager and interested, his eyes all wide, and said, "Well, what do you call this white stuff, Teg?"

"I call it… uh, cum."

"When you cum, you spurt out cum?" he cocked his head quizzically and giggled. He was so cute, standing on his knees, holding his hands together like a little choir boy. But a very naked and lewd little choir boy, his tummy arched out and his little dick hanging floppily, half-hard, jiggling with his every movement. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it, but tried to pay attention to his comments.

"Uh… yes, that's right, I guess. When you cum, you cum! Uh, Wishus, it can get sort of messy." I raised my brows questioningly. "I hope you won't mind."

"Mind! I want to see this… white stuff! What's it for, Teg? Why do we spurt out cum from our dicks?"

"Well, it's what's needed to make babies. When a man puts his penis in a woman's vagina, and cums, it's what makes babies – like with your Aunt."

"What's a vagina, Teg?"

"Uh… women and girls don't have dicks, Wishus. They have vaginas, or pussies. They have a place between their legs, a hole, instead of a penis. When a man and a woman make love, the man puts his hard penis into the woman's hole, into her vagina, and spurts his cum there."

"But we can't make babies like that, huh, Teg," he said matter-of-factly, shaking his head 'no.'

"That's right, Wishus. But in my mind, our way is better. More beautiful."

"Why, Teg?"

"Well, because when a man or a boy loves someone, he gets hard. The person he loves can see him get hard. Women can't do that. Nature didn't give them that special way to show when they love someone. I think that when two guys, like us, get hard for each other, that's Nature's highest form of love."

"Yeah, just like us, huh, Teg!" he said, scooching close to me and sticking his penis out even further. "Look at me, Teg, I'm getting hard again! Because of what you said. And because of the way you treat me. And now I want you to look at my peepee swinging over you while I put my hand on yours."

"I'm looking, Wishus! I can't keep my eyes off your dick. I want to do you again. Can I do you first?"

"No!" he laughed, and quickly put his hands on my chest and pushed me down. "I'm going to… do you first. What do you call it, now?"

"Jacking off. I jacked you off, and I guess if you won't let me do you again, you're going to jack me off!"

Of course, being much smaller than I, when Wishus straddled me he didn't quite hover over me as I had him. My massive form had loomed over and dominated him, my much bigger, swaying cock serving as a symbol of my power. He had sensed it. It's an age-old symbol, the might and magic of the phallus!

Now his shorter legs, when split wide over me, straddling over my thighs, forced him to rest his thighs on me. His diminutive boy-cock, although standing stiff and proud, revealing his love for me, rested in the groove between my legs. His bum and his balls were smashed against me. I almost creamed just seeing his lithe form over me, feeling his soft flesh against mine, his intent so clear as he scooted closer to my dick. But the aura of power and dominance that I had presented over him, was somehow reversed. If anyone had witnessed the scene, they would have known that I had supplicated myself to this boy willingly, that I wanted him to possess me and do with me as he willed. He couldn't take me by the naked power of his physical being, but I gave myself up willingly to this boy, to this most perfect example of beauty and character.

That was the way it should be for every man and his boy, a reflection of the man's role as protector and mentor. The boy should be free to express his love, to revel in new-found pleasures, to receive the man's worshipful offering of his manhood to the alter of boyhood.

According to ancient and honored testimony, a man must fuck his boy, for them to form their perfect union. I could not fuck Wishus, for fear of my inexperience and clumsiness, but I could offer up my body for his pleasure. Now the object of his desires was my own penis, and let me tell you, I intended to let him use me in any way he wanted.

Wishus' little dick pointed proudly at my own, his balls were almost scarping against my balls as he straddled me. His eyes had a fire in them and if you think a ten year old boy can't know lust, then you've never seen such a boy with his little fingers reaching out to take control of his man's erection. Wishus' eyes were riveted to my dick.

I was on tenterhooks as his fingers approached my tool. I looked from his hands to his feverish, enraptured face, and back, again and again, drawing heat from his eyes – he seemed to be in the thrall of an insatiable lust. I saw him gulp, and lick his lips.

And then he took me, wrapping his soft, warm, stubby little boy fingers around my shaft, below the glans, one hand just grazing the corona beneath the tender covering of my foreskin. Gently, lovingly, his little digits clamped around me – the heat grew even stronger, his grip pulling my foreskin down a bit, revealing more of my purplish dickhead. He bent closer, hungrily, devouring my manhood with his eyes, seemingly fascinated by it.

"It… it's huge, Teg," he muttered in awe.

"If it's… huge, Wishus, it's… because you're… touching me," I managed to say, between short, tentative breaths. His touch was electrifying! And that it was he, my boy, who was the first to ever touch me there so possessively!

With my every muscle tense, my natural reaction was to jerk my body back. Lying still under his grasp only made the pleasure of his touch more excruciating – I was giving myself to him! I was, for the moment, truly, totally in his grasp.

Every muscle in my body tightened, my clenched buttocks lifted my butt off the blankets as I strained to endure his grasp. The expectation of his caress, the desire for him to start jacking me, made me feel feint.

Suddenly he did something that almost made me shoot off immediately. He slid his hand up onto my glans and formed a little circle with his extended fingers, and ran his finger tips around the exposed part of my dickhead, probing the slit at the tip, and then slipping tantalizingly beneath my foreskin!

Seemingly unaware of what he was putting me through, he observed, ""Your peepee sticks out more than mine." He was so engrossed in manipulating my prepuce and feeling the baby soft texture of my glans, that he didn't notice my thrashing about, and that he was riding my bobbing thighs up and down.

Speaking through clenched teeth, shivering uncontrollably every time one of his fingers slipped beneath my prepuce, I answered feebly, "Pull… down… on the… skin… my dickhead will… pop free… all the way!

With the hand he still had on my shaft, he slowly pushed down, watching with glee as my prepuce stretched ever wider over my bulging glans.

Then it popped free! Wishus exclaimed, "Wow! Mine doesn't do that!"

"Yours… will someday… dearest," I panted.

He continued his feathery explorations of my now fully uncovered glans, and kneaded my scrunched-up foreskin, now lodged securely below my coronal ridge.

"Teg!" Wishus giggled. You're peeing!" he shouted, and touched his index finger to the clear pre-cum that had welled up to the tip of my dick.

"No," I laughed. "That's a… little of the… cum I was telling you… about." I took a deep breath and tried to regain control of myself. It'll be white later on, but the first part is clear. It's a natural… lubricant, you know what that is? It lets you rub up and down on me without hurting me."

"Well, you didn't hurt me, and I don't have this stuff, this cum," he mused.

"I tried to be gentle, dearest, and your foreskin helped – that little hood of slippery skin that covers the end of your dick. That makes it especially easy to jack off without touching your dickhead directly."

"Hmmm…," was all he said at that, as he smeared my pre-cum on his fingers. "I'm going to jack you off now, Teg. Okay?"

"Anything you want, Wishus. I'm all yours."

"Really?" he asked, in his high-pitched voice.

"For as long as you want."

"Then you'll be mine forever," he said with finality, pressing his lips tight. His concentration was still on my dick, though. Now he stopped playing with my glans, and started pumping me slowly, in long, full strokes, using my bunched up foreskin to slide up and down my shaft.

With his free hand he plucked at my scrotum, exploring its folds, pulling at my wiry pubic hair. He grinned.

"What's so funny, Wishus? You think my balls are funny looking?" I asked playfully.

"No! " he protested. "I just like playing with you like this. And I thought of throwing your balls like a base ball!"

"You had better not!" I lifted my head up off the floor in shock at the thought. Then I had a better idea, and said suggestively, "but… you could touch them while you jack me off, if you want. And roll them around. Gently!"

"Okay! Like this?" he said enthusiastically, his eyes wide and bright.

I was already close to cumming, but when Wishus started slipping my testicles through his deft little fingers, while continuing to pump me, I could feel my orgasm building.

"Uh… Wishus…." I said tensely, taking small, jerky breaths. "I'm going… to cum. Soon. It will… get a little… messy… but…."

"I don't care, Teg! I just want you to do it. I want to see it!" he said lasciviously, again licking his lips unconsciously.

He was a natural, going ever faster up and down, playing me like an instrument, making me grunt rhythmically with the waves of indescribable pleasure, setting the pace of my heaving pelvis. He was controlling the uncontrollable.

Now his little grasping hand was travelling all the way from the base of my cock, where he rammed his fist into my pubis, to the very tip, where his tight grip make my foreskin stretch all the way over my glans. He was merciless – not that I was asking for mercy. His other hand hefted my heavy balls, lifting, bouncing, and twisting them.

I had masturbated for many years, countless times, always with the image of a boy hovering in my mind. I had fantasized nothing approaching this joy, of having the boy I loved straddling my thighs, lost in the manipulation of my flesh for the pleasure of us both.

"Yes… Wishus! I… love… you… Wishus… you're making….me cum, Wish… us…"

The first spurt of my seed shot up through my urethra. I felt it slip irresistibly beneath Wishus' thumb, and then it exploded out of my dick with such force that it splattered on my chest.

Wishus yelled something. I don't know what. I was momentarily insensible to anything but his hands and the electrifying sheets of pleasure they were stroking through my loins.

I yelled too, I'm sure. Something incomprehensible, an animal-like groan, an amalgam of the love I felt, the physical pleasure, and the release of twenty-five years of pent-up desire. I was spilling my seed for a purpose, finally. For my boy. For his pleasure as well as mine.

Spurt after spurt shot out of my shaft, now spilling over Wishus' pumping hand. He was covered in it, and it slipped between his fingers and my shaft, making each stroke like the passage of silk up and down my cock. His hand slipped all the way off my dick head, and he looked at up at me gleefully, marveling at that wondrous seminal elixir.

Then he slapped his hand back down on my cock, not pumping, but smearing my cum all over my dick and balls.

"Wishus! That… feels… so good…."

"Did you like it, Teg? Did you really like it?" He glanced up at me briefly, then resumed his caress of my genitals. He even reached up onto my stomach and scooped up errant blobs of the cum and smeared it all over my dick.

"I was… it was indescribable… Wishus…," I exclaimed, slowly coming down from my high.

"It smells like… some kind of… soap, Teg." Wishus observed. He reached up to my hairy chest and smeared the cum all around, massaging my breast with his outstretched hands. As he leaned over me, his dick came into contact with mine, and he started sliding against me again, his little shaft getting coated in my cum too.

"You want it again, don't you, Wishus?" I said huskily, excited by his passion.

"Yes! Please, Teg," he moaned, laying down on me and hugging me, still humping his dick into me. "I just got harder and harder, Teg. My peepee feels even more… tingly now than before!"

Ah, for the vigor of youth! Even as my own dick began to soften a bit underneath Wishus' heated rubbing, I could tell that he was as randy as before.

I hugged him to me, then moved my hands down to cup his buttocks. "Hold on, Wishus, not like this," I said, trying to slow his humping by pressing him into my crotch.

"Oh please, Teg!" he whimpered. "One more time."

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't dream of keeping you from cumming again, but I want to show you a different way. Something I've always wanted to do."

"Oh?" he said, propping himself up so he could look into my eyes questioningly. There was slimy, drying cum on his cheek and in his hair, where he had pressed his head against my chest. "A better way?"

"Well, I don't know if it's better, but I think it will make you happy."

"You've never done it before?"

"No, you could only do this with someone else, someone you love."

"Then you can do it with me! Will you like it, too?" he asked sweetly.

"Oh yes! I'm going to enjoy it even more than you, Wishus. Just because it's you I'm with."

"He kissed my breast, then said, "let's do it! Wh… what do I do?"

"You just lie down, on your back. That's it," I said soothingly, sensing a bit of timidity behind his brave words. I helped him slide off me and sat up to lay his head down gently. "You know what, I'm going to stoke up the fire a bit, so we'll be nice and toasty."

"It's so nice down here… with you, Teg," he said in a quieter, more reflective tone. "Not all… dark, and… lonely, like it is up in the loft. I really hated that place when I first got here, but I guess I'm getting used to it. I just wish…."

I had finished putting a couple of logs on the fire, and was stirring up the coals. They were already snipping at the fresh fuel, and tendrils of flame were licking up their sides, lighting our little den even more brightly.

I knelt beside him, wondering why he didn't continue. "You wish… what, honey," I said, as I began to caress his closest thigh. The glint in his eyes told me that he was bothered by something – there was a tear or two hidden there.

"What is it, Wishus," I whispered, and I reached up to brush his forehead the way he liked, tracing his hairline, straightening a wisp of hair. He was still hard, his little finger-sized penis lifting up from his pubis, and straining at the imprisoning band of his prepuce. I began a circular caress of his pubis and his creamy thighs, while still smoothing his brow. He was bothered by something, but he couldn't resist my ministrations – ever so slightly he began to flex the muscles of his thighs and tummy, trying to make my teasing hand brush against his dick.

I touched his lips lightly with one finger. "Tell me, dearest. I'll do whatever I can to make it better."

"It's just that…" he paused again, his voice constricted and hoarse. He closed his eyes and sighed, then moaned as my circling hand caressed his soft ball pouch, just grazing across his two little marble-sized testicles. He arched his butt off the floor as I encircled the base of his cock, and then he grabbed my hand and guided it forcefully to his root.

"Hold me… there, Teg. Don't ever let me go! I get so lonely up in the loft at night. And when you leave…," he sobbed and his body convulsed and trembled.

Just as he had told me to, I kept one hand on his little dick, holding his stalk and letting my index finger stray up to his sensitive, foreskin covered glans. With my other, I passed over his smooth chest and shoulders lovingly, trying to calm him. "When I leave, dearest Wishus, it will only be for three weeks. You didn't think I could stay away from here, did you?"

"You might not be able to come back, Teg." he protested weakly, then groaned desperately, "Yes! Do that, Teg!" I had started ever so lightly stroking up and down on his dick, using just my thumb and middle finger on his seemingly so delicate, yet steel-hard little cocklet, gliding my finger tips from his swollen glans all the way to the base of his shaft and back, always varying the motion, knowing that this would help to calm him, knowing that he would need the memory of my loving over the next three weeks.

I was kneeling by his side, squatting back against my ankles. My own dick was erect again, pointing up as if in salute to my boy.

"I'll be back, Wishus. You see, you have become my pole star, Wishus. From this day forward, my life revolves around you. Wherever my path leads me, for whatever purpose – like the rescue of my friend's boy – I'll return to you."

"You will, Teg?" he pleaded.

"Yes, I will. And if you feel lonely, while I'm away, what do you do?"

"Go to my city? To the Shaman's room?"

"To your city. To your hideaway. And if it's nighttime, and you feel lonely or scared up in your loft, what do you do?" By now I felt the tenseness of fear fade away from him, to be replaced more and more by his arousal. Still heeding his command not to let go of his cock, I took hold of it with my other hand, and then slid my free hand in between his thighs and spread his legs apart. While pumping him ever so lightly, I flattened my other hand and with the broad surface of my palm and fingers I began a more sensual caress, sliding along the super-sensitive skin of his inner thighs, just where they joined his torso, reaching down below his scrotum to massage his perineum, even grazing his anus with my fingers. I was so absorbed in trying to reassure him, that it didn't even register on my consciousness until later, that I had probed all the way to the very center of my desires. What kept me from inserting my fingers into his hole, I don't know. Maybe the sub-conscious knowledge that neither he nor I were ready for that.

Wishus was now writhing under my caresses, his hips rolling from side to side. His quiet sobs had stopped as quickly as they had begun. He had simply once again needed my loving reassurance.

Now through his renewed arousal, struggling to concentrate, he answered through clenched teeth. "I… I can't go to the… city at night, but I… I'll think of it, and I'll think of… you, Teg. And how you love me… and how you promised… to come… back… and what you're doing… to me right now!" he screamed, as I suddenly released his dick and swept the flat of my ever moving palm across his shaft, from its base all the way to the tip, till I inserted my forefinger into his belly button.

"So you'll remember this, huh?" I tortured him again, making the same excruciating pass over his reddened dick.

"Yes! Yes! Teg! Make… me… cum," he screamed again, grasping my other arm tightly and pushing it back towards his crotch. "Jack me off, Teg! Please! Again, Teg!"

"No, Wishus! But I will do this!" And I lowered my head to his little dick and sucked it into me, encasing it in the warmth and wetness of my mouth.

"Ayhhhhh…." Wishus screamed again, his butt rebounding off the floor again and again, ramming his dick into me. I suctioned him hard, creating a tight wrap on his dick with my tongue and the walls of my mouth. I held him like that for what seemed like an eternity, although it was probably only fifteen or twenty seconds – his butt arched off the floor, his penis being pulled up from his pubis by my suctioning mouth. It was like I had him suspended in mid-air by my mouth. His body convulsed and writhed with each merciless swipe of my tongue across his dickhead. He yelled out unintelligibly until I finally relented and released my lip lock.

He fell to the floor gasping. "What did… you do… Teg!?"

"I… kissed you in a very special way," I said very proudly, sitting back on my haunches. That made my jutting dick stand up even more eloquently, proclaiming my love as only a man can. And I was proud of myself, that I had pulled Wishus through a difficult moment of doubt, that I had proclaimed my loyalty and dedication to his well-being, that I had built him a safe haven in these lonely mountains, and that I had tasted his sweet boy cock long and deeply!

"You… put my peepee… in your mouth!" he exclaimed, flabbergasted.

"Yes, I did! And I'll do it again, if you'll let me." I said eagerly, hopefully.

"You don't have to ask, Teg! Do it again! It was… great!" His highpitched voice of an angel was tense with his own desperate eagerness. If all little boy angels were as lusty and beautiful as Wishus, then I wanted to spend all my time in heaven!

I scooted my right hand under his thigh, raising him so that I could cup the globes of his bum, holding him steady. I kneaded his flesh from below, and now consciously slid my thumb into his crack and played lightly over his anus and pushed into the sensitive ridge of his perineum, running between his love hole and his scrotum.

With my left hand I lovingly took gentle control of his shaft again, holding it just below his glans. Without further hesitation I lowered my mouth to the taut slit peeking out through the opening of his prepuce, and pressed with the tip of my tongue.

I wanted to taste whatever essence of Wishus was trapped just within the opening of his urethra – it was a delicious, just slightly salty flavor. Not unlike what it tastes like when you put your finger in your mouth, just cleaner, infinitely softer, and I guess my imagination told me – infinitely sweeter.

While I had jacked him earlier, I saw clearly that his prepuce was not ready to retract fully over his glans, so I was not about to force it with the pressure of my tongue. Instead I started laving his foreskin enclosed glans, all around, tracing his corona with my tongue, probing his slit. In between licks I would make a circle with my lips and wrap his glans in them, and suck just slightly.

All the while I gently squeezed his shaft with my fingers, memorizing every tactile detail – the way his skin slid like silk over the two blood engorged structures within his shaft, how I could depress his urethra along the underside of his shaft, how his stalk continued deep beneath his scrotum. I pushed, pulled and rolled his balls so gently.

Finally I pulled off and just studied his darling little dick close-up, a lustful smile of satisfaction on my face. I was loving my boy in the way I had dreamed about so often through the years. But how could I ever have imagined how dainty a morsel a ten-year-old boy's penis was? My boy's dick was so white and virgin, the skin totally smooth and transparent. I could see the little swollen veins underneath. His pubis was puffed out a bit, tender and white, and formed a little depressed ring where his shaft disappeared into his body.

I lowered again and licked around that little ring, then flattened my tongue and softly laved across his soft, loose scrotum. Then I again formed a soft ring with my lips and slowly, slowly suctioned his ballsac into me. Along came his tender balls. I applied the slightest pressure, and for the next few minutes occupied my entire attention pushing his tiny balls back and forth within the protective warmth of my mouth.

Wishus was groaning and moaning incoherently. I felt his hands on my head, pushing down, and I resolved not to back off again until he released his hold on me.

It was no stretch at all for me to keep suctioning on his balls, and at the same time to plop his two and half inches [6½ cm] of boyhood into my mouth. It bent to the pressure of my fingers and slipped deliciously across the taut corner of my mouth, to join the rest of his treasures.

That's when I started concentrating on his shaft in earnest, now sucking and pumping my mouth up and down – first slow, then faster and faster. I was brutalizing his balls with every downstroke. My right hand joined in the rhythm, as I rubbed the full length of the edge of my hand, between my thumb and forefinger, across his sphincter up and down, pushing in just slightly. Soon a mixture of my saliva and secreted juices from within his anus, lubricated my finger and I pressed harder and harder, all the way from his ballsac to beyond his love hole.

The odor of his nether juices was musty, slightly acidic. Such an aphrodisiac that it was driving me insensible. I breathed deeply again and again, and felt almost drunk with the scent. It was like a drug that I could not get enough of, each inhalation making me want more. Never in my life have I felt like that, becoming totally enslaved to my boy.

Wishus crotch, his dick, his balls, his anus, his buttocks, were my entire universe at that moment. Anyone or anything could have broken in on us and I would not have stopped my loving of Wishus. The taste of his boy-cock, the aroma of his anal elixir, his moans of building pleasure, drove me on. He had had two excruciating orgasms already today, and this one promised to be even greater.

His rhythmic grunting grew louder and louder, I felt his whole torso begin to tremble spastically – tremors flashing uncontrollably all the way from his chest down to his legs.

My mouth was sloppy with saliva, my hands dripping in our combined juices, but I kept pumping, rubbing, sucking, pumping, rubbing, sucking.

Suddenly his tremors didn't die, but slammed his cock into my mouth. He screamed gutturally, unlike anything I had ever heard from him – a deep throated, yet high-pitched appeal to the gods. On and on it went, then it became staccato, as he was forced to breathe. All the while his body was paralyzed into a stiffened, steel hard slab, rigid in my grasp.

I was happier that I had ever been in my life, knowing that I had caused this excruciating pleasure for my boy.

I stopped my sucking, sensing that any more might be totally unbearable for him. I just waited, frozen in place, my mouth still holding his boyhood, my hand supporting his clenched buttocks. I was no doubt as breathless as he was, as I waited.

Finally his body jerked, then relaxed, then jerked rigid again, and relaxed – he dropped his full weight onto my hand, totally drained of energy. His hands fell from my hair. I lowered him to the blankets and let his now softening dick slip from between my lips.

He didn't move, but just stared into the darkness, breathing in short rasps. After a moment he reached out blindly and grasped for me, pulling me up towards his face. I followed willingly, letting my soaked hand slide from beneath his thighs.

"You… almost… killed me, Teg. I can't believe… how… wonderful it… felt…," he muttered, still unable to turn his head towards me.

I brought my lips to his ear and whispered to him, "For you, my Love. I did it for you. That's the love I will give you for as long as you'll let me."

He grasped for my right hand, which now rested on his chest, and entwined his fingers in mine.

"Thanks… Teg… I…."

He was so weak he couldn't even finish his thought, but just closed his eyes.

I whispered to him, "You sleep now, Wishus, sleep now, baby. I'll be here by your side. I'm going to dry you off, then I'll wrap us tight in our blanket, and I'll hold you all night long."

He didn't answer audibly, but he squeezed my hand and turned his face to me, his lips puckered weakly.

I touched my lips to his, then let him drift off to sleep… my boy.

Chapter 7

Not this morning. I awoke to a crackling hot fire in the hearth, energy-giving warmth spreading through the cabin, and a gloriously beautiful, naked little blonde boy sitting cross-legged by my side, gazing hungrily at my morning erection.

Hungrily was indeed the right word. Wishus didn't even know I had opened my eyes, although I was lying on my side facing him. He was fixated on my long cock, which extended out its full seven inches [18 cm], levitating above the blankets. I could feel it bounce with my every heartbeat.

It was so quiet – a few birds chirping outside, the fire crackling – a soft sigh from the lips of my beloved.

He sat like an Indian, cross-legged, one elbow resting on each thigh, back lowered so that his head was no more than a foot from my hardon. The golden rivulets of his uncombed hair hung down, framing and hiding most of his face, but I could see more than just the reflection of the firelight in his eyes. His mouth was open, lips moving imperceptibly. I knew instantly, without his saying it, that he intended to suck me. He wanted to taste me, as I had tasted him.

"You can, you know," I said, nearly whispering it.

"What?" He jerked his head towards me, startled but grinning quizzically, his hair bouncing and dancing, revealing his smooth cheek, the lobe of his ear – and momentarily it parted to reveal his own two and a half inch [6½ cm] penis, standing straight up between his crossed legs. But it was just a brief look, because he seemed fascinated by my outthrust tool, and turned back to stare at it again.

"I didn't know you were awake, Teg. I… want to…."

"It's yours," I offered. "You can do with me what you will, Wishus… although…."

"Although what," he licked his lips, still eyeing my shaft.

"Although, I would really rather… suck yours again."

"No… it's my turn…," he said, and reached out gingerly, putting his upturned hand under the shaft and hefting it, kind of bouncing it, weighing it.

When his soft fingers touched me, I felt the same electric surge in my loins as last night, when he had masturbated me.

"It's heavy, Teg. And big. You… think I can… get it in my mouth?" he wondered.

My swollen glans, peeking half-way out from my prepuce in purplish splendor, was the size of a plum.

"I think you can, honey, but… don't do it if you're afraid of…"

"Oh, I'm not afraid, Teg! I just wonder…."

Sensing that he was indeed wary of the idea of taking my dick into his mouth, I decided to make light of it, and try to put him off the subject. I would have dearly loved to have my boy suck me, to see his head lowered onto my tool, signifying my possession of him, just as I had shown him that I was his. But it wasn't important enough to me at this moment to want to risk any fear on his part. Our love-making should always be free and consensual.

"You know, Wishus, I think you can get me in your mouth, but you might end up with a mouthful of pee! I'm about to burst."

"Oh no, Teg. I know you better than that," he shook his head, still hefting my prick, leaning over it in fascination. "It's the white stuff… the cum, that I want," he said matter-of-factly. I want your stuff inside me. I want your… baby… inside me."

"Uh, Wishus, you know you can't have my ba…."

"Teg!" he said disgustedly, glancing my way briefly again, sticking his tongue out at me, "I'm not stupid. I know I can't have a baby! But I want your… whatever you called…."

"My sperm?"

"Yes! I want your sperm in me, like I was your… wife. Don't laugh, Teg!" he glared at me defiantly, reddening with embarrassment.

I wasn't going to laugh. I was too stunned to laugh. To think that he would risk ridicule to tell me this, that he wanted my seed, like a husband and wife, made me want to cry with pride and joy. It also made me remember my dilemma – there was only one way to properly fill Wishus with my sperm. I must fuck him, in order to possess him completely. Fortunately, he did not know that. To him, drinking my cum was the symbol that he had chosen to mark our union. It would have to be sufficient for me too.

"I'm not laughing, Wishus, dearest Wishus. I'm smiling because, once again, you've made me gloriously happy. I do love you, Wishus. With all my heart."

"I love you too, Teg, and now I'm going to prove it…."

He started to lift my dick ever higher, forcing me to roll onto my back. I lay there, forgetting to breathe, as he slowly lowered his wide open mouth to my dickhead.

I could feel the heat of his breath on the sensitive tip of my glans, and saw his little pinkish-red tongue slip out between his lips to taste me….

And then we both heard what we dreaded to even think about. The screech of far-off wagon wheels. The Knights were returning, and were perhaps a half a mile [800 m] away.

Wishus sat up and looked at me in shock, his lips starting to tremble, tears already welling up and beginning to stream down his cheeks. His grasp on my penis slowly slipped away.

I sat up immediately and pulled him to me. I started to speak, but couldn't at first. I just rested my chin on the top of his head, holding him close to my chest, feverishly rubbing my hands up and down his back. Finally, I breathed deep, and said, "it's… I know, Wishus. It… hurts, doesn't it… right now. But… but, I want you to remember what I said last night. We're together now, dearest, and we're going to remain together. I'm coming back, Wishus. I… I'm going to lease out my ranch, and then I'll homestead a place near here, Wishus. You just give me three weeks. That's all. Can you do that? For little Joey? He needs me too. I'm going to go and find him. Then I'm returning to you, lover. You believe me?"

He nodded 'yes', his silken hair gliding under the stubble on my chin. I again breathed deeply, burying my nose in his hair, and had to choke back my own desire to sob. Oh, what I was leaving! My dearest, dearest boy! The boy I had been waiting for all my life. My reason for living! The reason I was born a boylover! A BOYLOVER! A lover of Wishus!

I breathed in his scent again, and breathed out heavily, trying to get a grip on myself. Then I continued, "Now, we both have to be brave. Let's get your blankets back up to your loft. I'll start breakfast, you'll show them that you can do the chores. And then… I have to go, dearest. For Joey. Just for three weeks.

He pulled his head back, and looked up at me, tears still trickling down, dripping onto my now withered dick. "Alright, Teg," he managed to squeak out, his voice tearing at my heart. "But you promised. You remember! You just promised. Three weeks. Three weeks!" He repeated it desperately, searching my face, peering deep into my eyes.

"Three weeks, Wishus," I reaffirmed, not knowing how I could make such a promise. I had meant it to be 'around' three weeks. But now it was sealed into a bargain between us.

Braver than I, he was, because he accepted my promise, wiped away his tears with swipes of both his hands, stoop up before me, and started gathering his gown and blankets. A determined wooden mask fell over his face, and I knew he was struggling to be overcome his fears.

He stopped for a moment and looked down at me sternly. "Okay, Teg, I can do it. I can wait three weeks. When I'm lonely I'll go to my fort, in my city. But you had better return to me!" He made a fist and shook it at me, a weak, but brave little smile breaking through.

"Come on," he said with resigned finality, taking charge. "They'll be here in ten minutes, by the sound of it."

"Uh, Wishus," I said, assuming what I hoped was a look of supplication, "can I just watch you for a minute, while you climb the ladder? After all, it's my last time to see you… ah, well, you know, without your clothes on?" I ended sheepishly.

That brought the smile back to his face. He put one hand on his hip and stood above me saucily, and shook his head in mock disgust.

"What!?" I protested. I want to see your pe… your peepee, and your rear, and your legs and your tummy… aw, come on."

He took a deep breath, looking proud of himself, the sweetest, self-satisfied little smile gracing his closed lips. Then he held his bed clothes out at arms length, and literally put himself on display for me! He pranced towards the ladder, swaying his hips like a coquette, looking over his shoulder. Then he half-turned, looked down at his little two- and-a-half inch [6½ cm] dick in mock surprise – it was beginning to lift out from its perch on his ballsac again. I laughed at his hamming, and he strutted on over to the ladder, jutting his butt out at me.

He was all boy! And he knew it! He was proud of himself, proud of how he made me love him. All 4'10" [1.47 m] of him, slim, smooth, golden and sexy. All the way up the ladder he looked down at me, not saying a word, but his eyes flashed a message. He wouldn't soon forget what we had shared together over the last two days! I saw him glance at my own upright dick, and he knew that I wouldn't forget either.

At the top of the ladder, he pulled himself through the loftway, and straddled the opening, leering down at me as I stared up at all his glorious treasures – his balls, his hard cocklet, his open crack, his winking little anus. Then he blew me a quick kiss and giggled, and scurried away to get dressed.

I had met him only two days ago out in the meadow, masking my boy-induced awkwardness by fiddling with my horse's saddle straps. Now, time to depart, I was doing it again.

Wishus stood glumly patting my bay's nose, holding the reins for me. I couldn't force a smile either. Each strap I tied brought me closer to that awful moment when I would have to take the reins from my boy, and say good-bye.

I dragged it out as long as I could, stealing painful, hurried and desperate glances at Wishus, watching the play of sunlight on his hair, memorizing the sleek lines of his flesh, from his elbow to his wrist, the arch of his back, the prominence of his soft buttocks. There were countless ways I had found to admire the boy over the last two days, and I never tired of cataloguing more. Right now, however, I felt a self-pitying desperation – how could a memory of Wishus ever suffice after I had held him in my arms?

The Knights didn't sense my preoccupation with their ward. They were no more concerned with him now than before, even though he had completed all the chores that his Uncle had normally done. I hoped they would acknowledge some part of his worth after I was gone.

Wishus was not insensible to my glances his way. Our eyes met more than once, and each time I felt his hurt. I shared his hurt. We had given each other assurances of our love and dedication, but those were little comfort at the very moment of our parting. Later? Yes! But not just now.

I jerked the last strap tight and looped it through the grommet. It was time.

All I could think about was how I would manage to touch him one last time. Could I hold his hand, ever so briefly, when he handed me the reins? Could I brush his hair back from his cheeks without drawing notice? Could I nonchalantly rest my hand on his shoulder, and give him a silent squeeze that he would know how to interpret?

"Mr. Teglin," Ben Knight interrupted my despair. "I'm sending the boy out with you as far as the trailhead. Alright Wishus?"

I almost collapsed! All 6'2" [1.88 m] of me – I almost folded at the knees and dropped to the ground in relief. The parting delayed! And when it came finally, we could be alone together, out of sight of the Knights! We could kiss and hold each other one last time!

I saw the same reaction in Wishus, too. The color drained from his already pale face. He must have suddenly tightened his hold on the reins, because the bay jerked back angrily. Wishus briefly closed his eyes and lowered his head. All I could see was the rapid rise and fall of his chest, as if he were in the throes of an adrenaline rush.

When Wishus didn't answer, I said gently, forcing my voice to steady itself, "Would… would that be okay, Wishus? You could ride with me. I'll get your horse."

"The boy can do that…," Ben Knight started to say, but Wishus came to life and cut him off.

"Well, I could just walk back, if you'd give ma a ride out there. It's not far," he said coolly, casually, carefully moderating his own tone, masking his own excitement.

"Sure… son," I said just as nonchalantly, and then pulled myself up in the saddle before anyone had time to object.

Wishus came up beside the bay as I reached down for him. The Knights couldn't see his slight form behind the towering horse, so he winked up at me, smiling meekly, with such a look of relief. He too knew what this reprieve meant for us. More than just a delayed parting. Now it could be the kind of leave-taking that lovers should have – one last chance to reaffirm our love and devotion. One last change to speak of our future, together. I lifted all 80 pounds [36 kg] of my boy effortlessly, and caught him under his closest thigh with my other hand, and pulled his leg over the saddle horn, letting him settle back into me. We were spooned together, and I felt a rush of all kinds of wonderful sensations – the warmth of his slight body against mine, the immediate engorgement of my dick, the lightness in my head as I breathed in his scent. If the Knights had been at all attentive to Wishus, they could not have failed to notice the sudden change in me – I was more alive now! And they couldn't even see what their nephew meant to me.

I bent forward into Wishus, nuzzling surreptitiously in his silken hair, reaching for the reins. I had to wrap one arm tightly around his waist, to keep him from falling off. He grabbed my arm, and I heard him moan ever so quietly.

"Hold on, Wishus. My horse can get a little jittery at the start of a ride," I said. Good enough reason for me to continue to embrace him!

He let go of the saddle horn with his other hand, and hooked both of his hands around my arm now. We could hardly have fit together any closer even if we had consummated our union completely. Well, I guess that would be a little closer! But now his hair was tickling my chin, the air I breathed was filtered through his locks, and I felt the magical elixir of his being flow through my lungs and into my bloodstream!

He snuggled back into my hardening dick, wriggling his little butt. My cock had rested dormant all morning, my despair draining t of energy, but now with Wishus so close, I felt the surge of blood into my penis. It stood up inside my pants, snaking between Wishus and my belly.

"I see you haven't forgotten me," Wishus laughed under his breath as we turned away.

I nudged him, "Shhhh… you little devil! They'll hear!" I whispered.

We rode like that, without speaking again, across the valley floor, our thoughts returning to the inevitable parting. We had had a brief moment to forget it, but now it could not be put off.

By the time we had passed the copse of trees that hid the beaver pond, and crossed the stream to the forest edge, we both knew our time was up.

I felt drops of rain on my arm that held my Love so tight. I looked up, but there were no clouds. I looked down into my boy's face, and saw that it was not rain, but tears that fell so softly.

He pointed to a break in the tree line, and sniffled, "There… there it is, Teg. The trail."

I couldn't answer. I could hardly breathe. The lump in my throat was physically painful.

I stopped the horse, and then lifted Wishus bodily from the saddle and lowered him like a feather to the ground. He walked idly into the trees and leaned with his back against the bole of a towering aspen, it's bark even whiter than his skin, but never so pure. Its quaking green leaves were a pale reflection of the living green I knew so well in my darling's eyes.

I dismounted and dropped the reins, knowing that the bay wouldn't wander beyond the patch of grass at his feet. I walked to where Wishus stood, his eyes glued to mine. I doffed my hat and dropped it to the ground at our feet.

He had stopped crying, so I gently wiped away the remaining tears below his eyes with my thumb, and brought it to my mouth. "I drink deeply, from the soul of my beloved…." I rhapsodized, failing miserably in quoting from some half remembered sonnet, but succeeding in snatching another of my boy's brave little smiles.

We just stood there for a moment, my towering figure dwarfing his, but if there had been witnesses, there is no doubt which of us would have stolen the scene.

He was wearing his base ball outfit, of course. Those were the clothes he felt most comfortable in. They could have done with a washing about now, but I was glad he was wearing them. Somehow it made the previous days' events come alive again. I could look down the loose neck of his tunic and see the satiny flesh of his taut stomach, the little crease of his armpit, the two tiny nipples that I still had not made love to.

"You're so beautiful, my Wishus," I managed to croak through my sadness, knowing that I had to break the silence.

"Thanks, Teg. I'm glad… you… like the way I look," he tried another weak smile and tossed his hair back in that practiced way that I loved to witness. It left his neck bare, and I had to take a deep breath to remain standing, seeing once more how slender and delicate it was.

"I love the way you look, Wishus, but I love the way you think and act even more. I love everything about you, dearest."

He surprised me by reaching out and grasping the soft ridge of my now flaccid penis, lying powerless inside my jeans. The phallus is supposed to be a symbol of strength and vigor, but mine was once more drained by the sadness of my impending departure.

With a wan, cheeky little upturn of his lip, he taunted me, "If you love me, then why are you soft, Teg?"

"I… guess… I'm too sad, Wishus. Three weeks without you…."

"I know, I know," he frowned now, but continued idly caressing my tool through my jeans. "I don't know how I can make it, Teg. I'm going to be so lonely…." The tears began to trickle down his cheeks again.

"You just remember our time together, Wishus. Remember what we did yesterday, and last night. Remember your secret place, up in your city, remember…."

"I'll remember what you did for me, Teg. You're the only one who's ever stood by me. Just for me. We are like One, aren't we, Teg?"

"Yes, Wishus, we'll always be One together… uh, what are you doing, honey?"

He had suddenly slipped down the bole of the tree onto his knees, and reached out for the buckle of my jeans.

I'm not often at a loss to know how to handle a situation, but now I was. Wishus obviously wanted suck me. He intended to continue what he had started earlier in the morning, to show me how much he loved me. I knew instinctively what he felt. He felt that taking my manhood into his mouth, as I had done him, was his ultimate gift of love. It gladdened me, that he loved me so much, and yet, my heart was so heavy with our parting, and with worry over his fate while we were apart, that I couldn't respond the way he had every right to expect. He pulled my pants down, and there my dick dangled, soft and lifeless.

I felt no arousal at that moment, only the deepest sadness. Why oh why did I have to leave this wonderful boy and travel hundreds of miles away from him? I had the most beautiful boy in existence kneeling before me, his trembling hands grasping my penis, and I could not get an erection!

He fondled me gently, tentatively, hefting my pliant tool in his hands, cupping my swaying balls.

"I'm… I'm sorry… Wishus," I choked out the words, having to take in a deep breath. It somehow seemed to ease the pain of the constriction in my throat. "I… can't get it up. I want to, dearest… but…"

"I know, I know, Teg," he said soothingly. And what he said next absolutely floored me. "You just told me, Teg, that you'll be back. We'll be together again. So don't be sad. I'll be waiting for you, Teg. I'll be thinking of you every minute. You'll be back! Now, you're going to give me this one thing before you go, Teg. You're going to do this for me. You're going to get hard for me!"

How could a ten year old boy know so clearly what was in my heart!? He had plumbed the depths of my soul with the wisdom of one much older. He know that an appeal to my own love for him, to my desire to please him, would make me respond.

I felt feint again, as blood flooded into my penis, lifting it towards Wishus. I had to put my palms out and lean into the trunk of the tree, causing my dick to lodge directly against his lips.

He didn't even hesitate, but simply opened his mouth and let my bulbous glans stretch his elastic lips. I felt his jaw drop, as he struggled to open his little mouth enough to let me in. I felt the wet heat of his tongue as the underside of my dick slid across it. The moist inner walls of his cheeks formed a tunnel for me. I even felt the smooth, hard, ribbed surface of the arched roof of his mouth molding my glans to its shape.

He took me in deeper and deeper, slowly, slowly, gradually accustoming himself to my choking presence. I could feel him straining to accommodate me, the soft mucous tissue of his mouth enveloping me tightly. The slippery ridges of his teeth set off almost unbearably sharp sensations on my dick. Instinctively I wanted to pull out, while every iota of conscious desire made me push in deeper.

There was no stopping this boy, either! As my shaft disappeared inch by inch into his face, I felt his hands leave my dick and move around to grasp me boldly on my butt cheeks. He took brutal handfuls of my flesh in his clenching hands and pulled me into him hungrily.

I heard him moan, and knew he had gotten over any discomfort or pain from being filled, when I felt his tongue start exploring the underside of my cock.

Impaled fully on my hard prick, he had no further need to pull me into him bodily, so he released my ass and I felt his soft fingers slide down my thighs, caressing me. Then I felt his little elfen fingers wrap around my shaft. I still had four un-swallowed inches [10 cm] for him to hold onto, with my glans flattened against the back of his throat.

He remembered how he had played with me the night before, because I felt his other hand on my balls again, cupping them, fondling them, rolling them around.

And he remembered how I had loved him with my suctioning mouth, because he soon started a tentative in and out motion with his head, bobbing gently on the spearhead of my dick. The slurping sound as my shaft slid in and out across his soft, encircling lips, thrilled me.

I still leaned with my arms outstretched against the tree, but now I looked down and watched as my shaft slid in and out of Wishus' mouth. The sight of his slim form, kneeling submissively before me, taking me into his body, made me feel that I possessed my boy, just as he had taken control of me the day before. That sense, even more than the slow fucking into his mouth, made me build to a climax.

I guess neither of us was experienced in the arts of man-boy love, but our ardor made up for our lack of skills, heightening our orgasms beyond what would be possible for mere sex. We were love-making!

Involuntarily, I began rocking my hips in sync with Wishus' in and out rhythm, pushing my glans harder into the back of his mouth, withdrawing it further, until on each outstroke his lips were locked just behind the ridge of my corona.

Whether consciously or by accident, his hand had pulled my foreskin completely back along my shaft, and my sensitive, naked glans received the excruciating direct caress of his tongue and mouth.

I was trembling uncontrollably by this time. I felt my orgasm approaching, my arms bending spastically, my head jerking back. My knees were so weak that I swear Wishus was holding me upright by my dick!

I never even considered pulling out, to spill my seed uselessly on the ground. Wishus wanted to do this, he wanted to be mine completely, and I knew without doubt that he would drink my sperm into his belly gladly.

But I did want him to know when it would happen, so he would be prepared, so he could enjoy my load, not just take it.

"Wishus… your making me… I'm going to cum… Wishus! I'm going to… cum, Wishus! Are you… ready… sweet boy?!"

His only answer was to increase his sucking pace, faster and harder. I heard little whimpering sounds from him, almost drowned out by the smacking and squishing sounds as he literally man-handled me with his mouth. Hot driblets of his saliva washed down my thighs, and coated his hands and my balls.

"I'm… it's here… lover!" I yelled as I felt the first powerful upsurge of sperm, and the explosion of every raw nerve end in my glans.

Wishus gagged! I heard what must have been a painful attempt for him to gulp – an empty, panic-stricken gulp for air, with his whole mouth filling with my cum. I could feel him tense, trying to resist the urge, but he couldn't help it – he bit down on the shaft of my dick – a reflex reaction, I knew, because he immediately sensed my shock and eased up. I panicked too, and tried to pull out, but Wishus was lightening fast. He wasn't about to give in to the shock of tasting my cum for the first time. He wanted more! He squeezed my dick tightly with one hand, not allowing me to withdraw, and his other hand shot back around to my buns and grabbed a handful of my ass, holding on for dear life!

The boy conquered his panic almost instantly, and I felt him swallowing my cum just as fast as it spurted out – three, four, five huge dollops. I could see my semen was leaking out of his mouth, mixing with the saliva that had already plastered strands of his beautiful hair to his cheeks.

I took control then, finally able to stand upright without the support of the tree. I stood tall and lowered my hands to his head and held him there proudly. My huge dick was buried in my little boy's mouth. He was willingly submitting to my mastery over him, drinking my life-giving seed hungrily, savoring it, moaning over it. He wouldn't let me go.

He had possessed me for the last two days – and for eternity – and now here was proof that I too possessed him. We were as One as we could be, two souls merged, and not to be separated. I was going to leave him in the flesh, but we would have this to remind us that we would be together in spirit.

Finally, I could cum no more. But unlike the countless times that I had masturbated, wasting my cum, draining myself, now I felt more alive than ever. Wishus had uplifted me.

Gently I caressed his head, then bent slightly and molded my hands to the sides of his head and tugged lightly, "I love you, Wishus. I want to kiss you, darling boy. I want to thank you, Wishus."

He was reluctant to let go of me. I felt his tongue licking all over my glans, and he continued to swallow and suck, cleaning me of every remaining drop of cum. Finally he let me plop free of his mouth, and with one last slurp of my dick head, he rose to his feet, beaming up at me proudly, licking his rosy red lips. His eyes glistened and twinkled in the bright speckles of sunlight filtering through the branches above.

"I loved it, Teg!" he piped excitedly. "I did it!"

"Yes, you did it, sweetie," I beamed back at him, both of us for the moment choosing to ignore the inevitable parting to come.

I started to wipe the dribbles of my cum from the corners of his mouth, but he grabbed my hand and forced my cum-coated thumb into his mouth. "I want it all," he said with a wicked grin. So I ministered to him gently, lovingly, cleaning his chin and cheeks, brushing his hair free of the slime. The I dried his face with the tail of my shirt.

I dragged out my caresses slowly, wanting to prolong this moment.

"That was so wonderful, Wishus. I didn't think you could take me in so deep! I love it."

"You really filled me up, Teg," he smirked, and reached down for my now-limp dick. He gently squished it. "I loved the taste, Teg! Did you like mine, last night?"

"Um hmm. You want me to suck you again, right now, to prove it?"

"No, Teg," he shook his head. "I want this to be our last memory."

Well, that brought back the lump to my throat, and I watched silently as he bent down to retrieve my pants, crumpled about my feet. He tugged then up and gently packed my cock and balls in, then buttoned me up.

"There, Teg," he patted my crotch and smiled at me in self-satisfaction, feeling that he had just completed a job well done. "I guess… I guess you're ready now." Well, that made it a little harder for him to keep smiling, but he tried so bravely, with his lips starting to quiver, and his eyes moistening.

I drew him to me and just hugged him, holding him tight against me. With his face turned sideways against my stomach, I felt him nuzzle into me as he spoke softly, "I did good, huh, Teg? I did it right? I sucked you good? I wanted to show you how much I love you. I…."

"Shhhh…," I soothed, sensing a kind of frenetic desperation building in him. "You did good, Wishus." I leaned down as I answered, and kissed him on the top of his head, letting my lips rest in his golden tresses, feeling, tasting, breathing in my Wishus one more time before I had to go. "I know you love me, Wishus. So we have that to share over the next three weeks. I couldn't possibly thank you enough for sucking me like that, Wishus. When you held onto my dick and swallowed all my cum, I felt like… like you were taking a part of me, to have and to hold, that I would be with you, in you, all the time I'm away."

"Um hmmm." he agreed, and I felt his head nodding against me.

His arms were wrapped around me. With a deep sigh I reluctantly reached back with both my hands to grasp his, and gently pried him loose.

My boy knew it was time, and although I held his hands as he stood before me, he wouldn't look up. He kept his face averted. I saw little convulsions ripple his tummy as he tried so valiantly to contain his sobs.

"It's alright, dearest. It's alright to cry. Hey, did you ever see a grown man cry?"

He looked up at me, his face all pinched, his lips trembling, red splotches on his cheeks where his tears fell so freely.

I haven't cried often – once when my mother died ten years ago, once at the gravesite of little Joey's mother, three years ago, and now.

But I tell you, I wasn't overcome with the sadness, now! No, I didn't want to leave my boy for three weeks. Bu I knew I would be back. I wasn't crying just for that. Mine were also tears of gladness, overwhelming, all-encompassing joy, that after a lifetime of loneliness, of hating myself, doubting myself, and giving up on love, I had finally found him.

Wishus saw my joy through his own tears and mine – I must have been a sight – I struggled to maintain some composure, not wanting to look silly to the boy, but I knew my own lips were quivering, trying to form a smile, my eyes wide with wonder, but filled with tears. Wishus couldn't help but let the littlest grin of his own show through.

"I love you, Allouitious Wishus Knight," I said proudly, defiantly, knowing how he hated that name, but feeling like I had to proclaim it officially to the world.

He harrumphed, and puffed, and sputtered, and scrunched up his lips, "Teg! You… well…." Then he seemed to give up, knowing that he couldn't be mad at me. "Well, only you can say that name, okay?!" And he doubled up his fist and pounded it affectionately against my stomach.

"Only me, Wishus. Allouitious. It's a sweet name, you know."

"Yeah, I guess so, when you say it."

"I'll be saying it a lot, Wishus. As I ride out to find Joey, I'll be thinking of you. And if you're sitting up in your Shaman's Tower, up in your city, and you think you hear something in the wind – it will be me, whispering, "Wishus… Allouitious!"

"I'll be listening for it, Teg."

I drew in a deep breath, took his hands again, slowly brought them to my lips and kissed them. "Until we meet again, Wishus."

I saw his tears welling again, as I forced myself to stoop for my hat, squeezed his hand, and let him go. Then I turned and strode to my waiting horse.

I couldn't turn back now. I hurried to get into the saddle and nudged my horse into the forest.

"You be waiting for me, Wishus!" I called out loud and clear. "I'll be back!"

"I will, Teg." his small voice returned to me. He was crying again, but I could clearly hear him through his choking sobs. "I love you, Teg!"

"I love you, Wishus Allouitious Knight!"

End of Book One