The Tourist

THE TOURIST By Lee Mariner

August 2002

DISCLAIMER: This story is a gay fantasy and depicts homosexual acts between young men. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such similarity is purely coincidental. IT IS A FANTASY AND IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THE STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: August 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Jeffrey/Curtis

Chapter #3

While I closed out the cash register, Beth and Curtis threw the cover sheets over clothing displayed on tables close too the front windows so the morning sun would not fade the clothing. Beth had laid her coat and purse on a chair in the showroom so she wouldn't need to walk to the back room for them. Curtis was heading for the back while she put on her coat and I called out. "Curtis, double check and make sure the coffee pot is off please."

"Yes sir. I think Beth turned it off but I'll double check."

"It's off Mr. Cumberland, I always make sure of that." Beth said but Curtis was already in the back.

"I'm sure it is Beth but it won't hurt for him to check it once in awhile. Is he still dating your sister?" I asked absentmindedly glancing outside.

"I don't think so or at least he hasn't been around the house lately. Thelma is only 14 and kids her age don't really need to be getting into serious dating."

"What about you Beth? Anyone serious in your life?" I asked regretting it when I did. I don't like getting that personal with my employees but the question just seemed to jump out when she mentioned her sister.

"I'm sorry Beth, that's none of my business. Forgive me."

"Oh no that's alright, I don't mind. My boyfriend is in his last year of college. He goes too ODU up in Norfolk. He should be home this weekend. I think everything is secure, I'll see you in the morning, good night."

"Good night Beth, have a pleasant evening." I said following her to the door. I knew the door would lock behind her but I wanted to check the street hoping that Jeffrey would be outside.

There were people walking by but I didn't see Jeffrey among them. I recognized several people from other stores that were closing but he was not among them.

Damn, I thought. He seemed sincere enough and had more of less been the aggressor but like another tourist I had met, he made a date and then didn't show. That thought wasn't exactly fair though. Mark hadn't made a date he had just disappeared.

After a few minutes standing in the door, I went back to my desk. I still had the days receipts to total out and make the deposit slips out before I went too the bank.

The Muzak was on and I reached under the counter and flipped the switch that would transfer the control too my apartment. I had a television upstairs but rarely used it except for news and an occasional special that might be broadcast. I was feeling a little depressed and it was difficult trying to concentrate on the small stack of receipts for the day when I heard a dull clank of metal on metal. No one was at the front door when I heard it again and it came from the backroom.

The noise frightened and puzzled me at first but then I remembered I hadn't seen Curtis leave the store. He had to leave by the front door since a heavy bar barred the back service door.

Hearing the noise again, I got up and walked towards the back a little angry and upset that Curtis had not left with Beth.

The showroom was divided by a half wall that I had been intending to have moved an extended too the ceiling. The entrance to my private apartment was on the showroom side of the wall and moving it would allow more privacy when I entered or left. There was an outside entrance to the apartment off of the alleyway behind the building but I used that only if I was going out rather then the front door of the store.

I glanced over my shoulder at the front before opening the connecting door. Curtis was using the exercise equipment that I had not gotten around to moving upstairs. The equipment did not require that a second person be needed since it was built for single person use and all you had to do was change the weights being sure they were locked in place.

Curtis was lying on the bench that was used when doing leg presses, wearing only an athletic supporter. I stood in the doorway, my hand on the knob and watched him, not saying anything. His thigh muscles swelled and rippled each time he pressed upwards, holding the weight for a few seconds before letting it lower slowly. His almost nude body glistened with sweat. Gripping the handholds on the sides of the bench, his chest muscles tensing as he inhaled and exhaled with each repetition of the exercise. If he knew I was watching, I couldn't tell because he continued without breaking his rhythm. When his legs were extended his quadriceps looked like thick rope. I could see the bulge in his supporter and the hair around it. His chest and shoulder muscles were tense, muscles rippling and his stomach was hard and flat from the exertion. I felt a tingling in my groin as I gazed at him.

I watched as he did 5 more repetitions and then he lay breathing hard his bare feet still on the steel rod.

He didn't move when I said, "I think you had more weight on the bar then your should have had Curtis. Don't you think you should have asked me before you used this equipment?"

He didn't move except to lower his legs from the bar and place his feet on the floor. His muscles relaxed and I could see his chest rising and falling as he breathed his hair damp from sweat. I waited for a reply to my question admiring the beauty of his developing body and his athleticism as he lifted up and swung his leg over the bench.

Curtis sat with his elbows resting on his thighs his hands hanging between his legs and shaking his hair from his face he looked at me.

"I didn't think you would mind but I guess I should have asked first. We don't have equipment as good as this at school and I couldn't resist." Curtis said looking me in the eye.

The sweat was running down his chest in rivulets channeled by his pumped pectoral and abdominal muscles soaking the waistband of his supporter. The dark hair leading down from his belly button and around the supporter cup was soaked and laying flat on his smooth skin. The tingling in my groin was getting more intense as I looked at him.

"You better put your sweats on before you catch cold Curtis. I'll be at the cashier's station when you're dressed." I said turning away from him. "Your not mad at me are you Mr. Cumberland? I won't do it again." He said, a slight pleading tone in his voice.

"I'll talk with you about it after your dressed Curtis." I said walking away. Common sense told me I should let him go. I didn't have any reason to be getting involved with a minor but it was not so much an infraction as it was his cocksure attitude and I liked that about him. He reminded me of when I was younger and had done a couple of crazy things just about as cocky when I was in college.

There had been one boy that I really wanted and in the showers one day I showed him my hardon and it damn near got my ass whipped, he got so mad. Fortunately he didn't report me for it and I learned a lesson from it, don't be so damn sure other people felt the same way I did.

The memory brought the tingle back in my groin and my cock started getting hard again. "Damn." I thought. "Why didn't Jeffrey come back after promising he would?"

My back was to the stockroom door and I didn't hear Curtis walk up behind me. I was sitting at my desk thinking and getting hornier when he spoke.

"Mr. Cumberland, I really am sorry I didn't ask you."

Curtis stood right behind me and when I spun around in the chair he moved slightly. His hair was still damp but combed and he had washed up in the employee bathroom and I sat looking at him. Curtis had a square jaw and the thin hairline on is upper lip was almost like a mustache more visible from being damp. His dark eyebrows were growing together and it gave him an older look. Soft brown eyes and an aquiline nose over soft full lips with a slight cleft in his chin gave him an almost Clark Gable look. I hadn't really looked at him before. He was nervous but he still had an air of confidence but the cockiness he had displayed earlier was not there.

"Curtis, pull one of those chairs over and sit down, we haven't really talked since you have been here."

Dropping his knapsack on the floor he went for one of the several chairs that were scattered around the floor. He moved with the same athletic grace I had seen when he sat up on the weight bench. Like a cat he seemed to move on the balls of his feet and not flatfooted as Greco wrestlers did. I had the feeling that he knew I was watching him but he didn't look at me as he carried the folding chair, opening it and sitting just off to my left.

I didn't say anything for a few minutes fiddling with some papers on the desk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that he was breathing evenly his soft brown eyes gazing in my direction.

Without looking directly at him I said, "Beth told me you were a swimmer in school. Swimmers don't usually use the heavy weights you were using do they?"

"For the leg muscles we do and for shoulder and arm strength we usually only do curls. I'd like to have more definition in all of my body then just those muscles. Swimming and wrestling help with most of them but our coaches tell us what muscle exercises we should work do."

"You don't workout in just a jock strap in school Curtis."

"I wish we could or at least in shorts. They make us wear full sweat suits and you can't see what your muscles are doing. I like watching mine grow and get big like that guy in the dressing room this afternoon. Man but he had a body didn't he?"

Curtis sat in front of me with his legs spread and his eyes sparkled. I couldn't see if he was excited thinking about Jeffrey because of his sweat pants. It surprised me that he had even seen him, I didn't think he could from where he was standing.

Yes he did Curtis but that type of body comes from heavy controlled weight lifting. Like you said, you're a swimmer and need a slimmer but well muscled body. I didn't realize you saw him that closely." I said watching as he fidgeted a little.

"I didn't at first but I saw you looking in the mirror and moved over a little so I could see what you were looking at. He sure left the curtain open wide enough didn't he?"

His eyes still sparkled and he had moved his hand so it was hanging over his crotch but not groping like most do when they are excited. I was tempted to tell him about his earlier display but didn't, shifting the subject.

"You said the school didn't have good equipment for working out Curtis. Don't you have any at home?"

"Nah, my grandmother can't afford it and I sure can't. The stuff at school is just weights and barbells not like what you have."

Another surprise, he didn't say his parents but his grandmother.

"You live with your grandmother Curtis and not your parents?"

His shoulders sagged a little and he hung his head for a minute before looking at me.

"Yeah, I live with my grandma. Mom and Dad died when I was 7 years old."

"I'm sorry too hear that Curtis, I wasn't trying to pry."

"That's okay, I don't mind. They died in Italy where my Dad was stationed. Grandma told me that's why they put me in a private school. They didn't want me going to a school over there that wasn't run by American teachers. Grandma didn't tell me for a long time about how they died. Some truck driver sideswiped their car and run them off of the road. They put the guy in jail for causing the accident but that's all I know."

His eyes were watering up as he told me about his parents. Leaning over I patted his thigh.

"I'm really sorry Curtis, I shouldn't have brought it up. It's getting late. Go on home and we can talk more later if you want."

"Okay Mr. Cumberland." He said running his fingers through his hair and standing up. "I'll see you tomorrow and I hope you aren't mad at me."

"Don't forget your knapsack Curtis and I'm not mad at you."

I watched as he walked too the door and then I followed him. He had a forlorn look, his shoulders sagging a little and when I said "goodnight" as he went out the door he didn't answer just threw his knapsack up on his shoulder pulling the door shut. Standing and watching as he walked down the street, I glanced around but didn't see whom I was hoping would be outside.

"Well" I thought, double-checking the door locks. "It's not the first time I've been stood up and probably wouldn't be the last."

I finished my work and put it in the safe. Beth would make the deposit when she came to work in the morning. She had keys to the store and knew the combination for the safe. Sometimes she would make the deposit early before I came down from upstairs.

The streetlights and timer controlled window lights were flickering on but no knock at the door and I walked to the door leading up to my apartment. Reaching for the doorknob, I hesitated and continued on too the stockroom.

Curtis had replaced the light tarpaulin that covered the Nautilus Exercise equipment and I pulled it off looking down at the bench where he had been laying. The picture of him laying there pumping his muscles up was vividly imprinted in my mind. The sweat glistening on his chest caused my tongue to run over my lips at the thought of kissing, tasting his hard nipples. My balls and cock ached from desire, the need to feel release.

Stripping down and tearing my briefs off, my thick steel hard rod sprang free bouncing up and down a small drop of pre-cum oozing from its pee hole. God it felt good being naked even alone. A coolness spread over me while I worked up a sweat doing leg and arm curls. Pulling down on the overhead bar, I felt the blood rushing and filling my deltoid and biceps muscles as I pumped the iron weights. The tenseness in my loins increased as I pulled the overhead bar. Switching around to the end of the bench I hooked my feet under the lower bar and worked my thighs and abdominal muscles the hard length of my rod pressed tightly against them and my nuts being squeezed between my thighs. Sweat was pouring down into my groin like a river and I used it as a lubricant stroking my cock in rhythm my pumping legs, foreskin sliding up and down covering and uncovering its blood engorged head. Gently electric sensations were spreading through me as the cum started rising and my nuts were tightening ready to send sperm gushing in a volcanic eruption. A loud groan escaped from deep within my gasping chest and I fell back on the bench my back arching, muscles tightening as my cock jerked, shuddering in my hand. Thick hot streams covered my chest in cock and body racking spasms. I heard myself moaning and groaning until I collapsed still gripping my slowly softening meat sweat and sperm mixing on my chest and stomach starting to run off of me as I gasped trying to get my breath back.

I lay on the bench several minutes almost exhausted, my hand slowly milking the last drops of my sperm from a still half hard cock. Visions of Jeffrey and Curtis flashed in front of my eyes but I hadn't thought of either one as I was jerking off.

I used my shirt and wiped the cum and sweat from my chest and stomach and cleaned the floor where it had run down the side of me. Picking up my discarded clothes I walked naked out of the storeroom and up to my apartment and took a lonely shower before fixing something to eat.

I enjoyed living alone most of the time but it was getting harder as I grew older. I had often thought of selling the business and moving to a larger city like Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. or somewhere in Florida. I was only 30 but a feeling of needing someone that I could share with was something that was sort of festering inside of me. Talking with Curtis earlier and seeing his loneliness at the loss of his parents made me think about my being alone. He was only 16 but the feeling of his reaching out had touched me and I wondered how far it might go if I talked with him some more. I didn't have any reason to believe he might be gay but not many young men would display themselves with a full hardon the way he had in the changing booth. Hustlers might but I couldn't think of him as being a hustler.

Straightening the kitchen up and putting the dishes in the dishwasher I started getting ready for bed when I realized I hadn't switched the store phone so the extension phone in the apartment would ring if someone tried to reach me for some reason. Putting my robe on with a sigh, I went back downstairs to the cashier's station and flipped the switch; Beth would switch it back when she came in. The street outside of the store was almost empty. Most of the businesses had closed except for a couple of pizza delivery places and a Carvel Ice Cream parlor. Glancing up at the wall clock, it was almost 10PM and I didn't realize that it had been almost 5 hours since we had closed.

Checking the phone by my bed to be sure it was working; I turned on the TV for the 10 o'clock news out of Charlotte and threw my robe across the foot of the bed.

I slept naked and the sheets felt cool as I slipped under the light blanket. For a brief moment I thought I detected the soft odor of Mark's cologne when I lay down. I didn't think of him as often as I had but it still hurt a little thinking of how he had left. I could still feel his hard muscled body next to mine and the excitement I had felt as we explored and enjoyed each other. He had been the kind of guy I could have fallen in love with but it was probably better he had left. Mark was like a free spirit not destined to he held down unless he wanted to be.

Jeffrey was more the type that liked a quick fuck and then on too the next one. Curtis kept popping up in my thoughts and that bothered me, I really didn't know why. I had never been attracted to anyone his age.

I fell asleep without turning the television off and the ringing of the telephone along with its crackling screen woke me. The bedside clock said it was 2AM and when I answered the phone the voice at the other end brought me full awake.

"Mr. Cumberland its Curtis."

"Curtis? It's 2 o'clock what are you doing up this late? Is something wrong? Where are you?" I exclaimed. He sounded like he was crying or had been.

"I'm at the clinic. They took my grandma to a hospital in a helicopter. The doctor said something about her having a stroke and she needed better care then they had here. What am I going to do, the cops want to take me to the jail until they can find my Aunt but she lives in Baltimore. Her address was in grandma's pocketbook but I don't know her. I told them I could stay here with my uncle."

"You did what? You never said anything about an uncle and Beth didn't. Where does your uncle live?" I said almost in shock but I could hear Curtis starting to cry. "Where are you now Curtis?"

"They. . . . they are taking me to the police station until they can find someone to take care of me." He stammered between sobs.

"I'll be there as soon as I dress. Don't worry Curtis, things will work out. Just do what they say until I get there."

"Yeees sirrrr, I will."

Jumping out of bed, I hardly put the phone back in its cradle and stubbed my toe. Cursing under my breath I put on a pair of jeans and a sweater. No socks just a pair of loafers and I grabbed a light jacket as I almost stumbled down the stairs to the garage.

I knew several of the village police from making donations when they wanted to buy a new cruiser or some other piece of equipment. One of them was Lewis Moxley. He was a young ex-marine with a flaming shock of red hair and wore his uniform like a marine, tight. He was married but we still got along pretty good and I hoped he was on duty. Luck was on my side, he was.

I don't think I broke any speed limits but I made it to the small station without incident, the village police force was always cut back after the summer season. I had never been inside of the station, never had a reason to be. Two blue lights on either side of the front door led me in the right direction and when I walked inside and saw Lewis's red hair, I breathed a little easier.

When he looked up from his desk his eyes opened wide. "Mr. Cumberland." He said starting to stand up. "What can we do for you, any trouble at your store?"

'No Lewis, no trouble at the store but I think you have a young employee of mine here, Curtis McKeon. He called me all upset. Something about his grandmother being taken too a hospital and he was in jail or going to jail?"

"So he called you. He said he was calling his uncle. Are you his uncle?"

"Heavens no, did he tell you that?"

"Not in so many words, just that he could stay with his uncle and he was going to call him. His grandmother had a massive stroke and they flew her by Medi-Vac helicopter too Sentara General in Norfolk. Mrs. McKeon had an address book in her pocket book and she has a daughter in Baltimore. We told Curtis he couldn't stay at home alone and we would get in touch with her since she seems to be the only one we could get in touch with. The doctor at the clinic called her and she is going to fly down from Baltimore too Norfolk."

"What's going to happen with Curtis? Is he here now?"

"He's in the back in the duty room. The paramedic gave him a light sedative so he would calm down, the poor kids really upset. I guess since he doesn't have anyone here we will have to keep him here until arrangements can be made with his Aunt. The Chief won't like it when he hears about it but I don't know what else we can do."

"Keep him here in the jail Lewis? Why can't he stay with me until things get straightened out? I'm not his uncle but I am his employer and it would be a lot better then his staying in the jail."

"Not sure about that Mr. Cumberland, let me get Sgt Keifer and we can ask him about it."

"Can I see the boy Lewis?"

"I don't see why not. You can tell Sgt Keifer what you just told me."

Following Lewis down a short hallway I couldn't help but admire the width of his shoulders and narrow waist. His trousers fit like a glove outlining his very tight buns and they way they moved up and down as he walked was almost erotic, hell it was erotic. I had never been in bed with a redhead but Lewis was a very tantalizing young man. I had to catch myself up when he turned looking at me saying "In here."

"Sgt Keifer, this is Mr. Cumberland. Curtis works for him and he called him."

Sgt Keifer was a big burly man and I didn't know him. He was sitting next to Curtis and looked at me with watery blue eyes after Lewis introduced me. I could see Curtis had been crying and he started to get up but the Sgt moved before he could.

"I know Mr. Cumberland, I've seen you at several civic functions." He said extending his hand. "Thanks for your support, we appreciate it."

"My pleasure." I said shaking his hand; he had a very firm grip. "Officer Moxley told me what has happened although I knew some of it when Curtis called. I understand Curtis will be staying here in the jail until you can make arrangements with his Aunt. Is there any reason he can't stay with me until then? It would be a lot better then here in the jail, that might be several days."

"Pretty bad situation isn't it? I didn't think he had an uncle here when I overheard him use your name."

Curtis was sitting behind the Sgt and suddenly cried out, "I'm sorry Mr. Cumberland, I didn't know what to do when they told me they were going to take me too jail. I haven't done anything wrong have I?"

Before I could speak Sgt Keifer turned speaking too Curtis.

"No boy you haven't done anything wrong but you should have talked with me or Officer Moxley before you involved Mr. Cumberland."

"Sgt Keifer the boy is scared, wouldn't you have done the same thing? I know I probably would have." I said, in a conciliatory tone.

"Yeah, I guess your right about that. If the boy wants to stay with you until we can get up with his relatives I don't see any harm in his staying with you. He works for you and you own a business and everything here. Not like your going to run off with him or anything. It would be better and I'm pretty sure the Chief would like it. Is that what you want Curtis?"

"Yes sir if it's alright." There was a slight tremor in his voice as he answered Sgt Keifer and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"That's it then. Come on up front Mr. Cumberland, there are a couple of custody forms you will have to sign first and then Curtis can go with you."

For a moment I thought Curtis was going to jump up and hug me but I looked at him sharply and he settled down following us out of the room. I couldn't blame Curtis, the place smelled antiseptic. It was not a place I wanted to stay.

Sgt Keifer explained what we were doing to Officer Moxley and he grinned at Curtis and I as he listened looking at us. "Well now, Curtis doesn't want the villages hospitality? Ashley sends the food down for our guests, not bad really."

Curtis had a dumbfounded look on his face as he looked at the three of us but he didn't say anything. Officer Lewis started filling out the forms and Sgt Keifer chuckling a little said, "I think Curtis has had all he wants of jails. Good experience boy."

"You won't see me here again sir." Curtis said a little timidly.

"Good, you do what Mr. Cumberland says until we can get things straightened out."

"Yes sir, I will."

Curtis seemed to have lost just a little of his cockiness but that probably was from being intimidated by authority he wasn't accustomed too and I grinned thinking about earlier in the store.

I signed the papers for custody and Officer Moxley gave me a copy. They were standard personal information about me and where Curtis would be. There was a hold harmless clause protecting the village and my agreement to assume responsibility for Curtis as long as he was in my custody. I didn't realize it then but later those papers would change both our lives.

• • • • • • • Curtis sat quietly next to the door as we drove home his head nodding a little. He was still wearing the sweats he had on earlier and my nose told me he hadn't showered but he didn't smell offensive. It was a little exciting. Sort of a musky masculine odor, the kind that followed when two people made love.

Curtis got out of the car before I pulled it inside the garage and waited on the back steps.

When we entered the apartment and I locked the door and turned he wrapped his arms around me with his head buried in my chest, tears poured from his eyes. My arms automatically went around his shoulders holding him and I could feel his body shaking as he sobbed, deep racking sobs that came from deep within him.

I was caught off guard at first but then it only seemed natural to stroke his hair and soothe him as best as I could. He was still just a 16-year-old boy whose world had suddenly collapsed in on him and he was scared.

"Easy Curtis, easy. Things are going to be all right. It will take a little time but it will get better."

"I was really scared Mr. Cumberland."

"Curtis, up here in the house call me Jack. When we are in the store, Mr. Cumberland. If we are going to be living together I don't want too hear that all of the time. Have you had anything to eat since you left the store?"

"No sir, I've been at the clinic and then the other place."

"And you haven't showered have you? Okay, while you shower I'll fix something so you can eat and then it's way past both our bedtimes."

"I don't have anything except what I'm wearing Mr..errr Jack. The red headed cop said I could get some clothes but we didn't get the chance."

"Clothes we will worry about in the morning. The bathroom is first door on the left in the bedroom. There are plenty of towels hanging on the rack."

While Curtis was showering I fixed him some eggs and sausage with toast and milk. My head was whirling as I tried thinking of all I had to do later in the morning. I didn't hear when Curtis walked up behind me while I was fixing the plate of food and his milk. I almost dropped it when I turned from the stove and he was right behind me.

He had only a towel wrapped around his hips and tucked in at the waist with a pronounced bulge in the middle where his cock was and his hair was still damp from not being completely dry. His face lit up and he had an impish grin, his eyes twinkling at my confusion.

Swallowing hard I looked away saying, "Sit at the table and eat while I get the bed ready. I don't have a couch or day bed so you will have to sleep with me. I hope you don't toss and turn a lot."

"I don't think I do but I don't have any pajamas or clean briefs unless I put the ones I took off back on."

"That's okay Curtis, I sleep raw if that won't bother you. Go ahead and eat so we can turn in. Just put the dishes in the sink for tonight." I said watching as he started eating.

The bed was only a little messed up from when I had jumped out of it and it didn't take much to straighten it out. Kicking my shoes off and removing my shirt I stretched a little before unzipping my jeans and dropping them around my ankles lifting one foot out and kicking them in the direction of clothes hamper with the shirt. I really felt tired from the night's events and wanted another shower but decided it could wait until morning. The bed looked really good. Slipping under the sheet and blanket I groaned softly laying my head on the pillow my muscles relaxing.

My eyes were closed but I could hear Curtis moving around and I opened them looking in his direction. He had taken the towel off and I saw his soft smooth buns disappear in through the bathroom door. He was out of sight for only a moment and then reappeared walking too the bed. His thick cock was half hard and swayed slightly as he walked his muscles rippling in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He sat of the side of the bed reaching for the covers and swung his legs up and under them lying back on the pillow. He laid his arms beside him stretching the covers outlining his body and the large bulge from his hard cock. His chest rose and fell rapidly and I could hear his heaving breathing as he inhaled and exhaled.

Resisting a strong urge to take him in my arms, I turned out the small bed lamp plunging the room into darkness my own cock rock hard at the sight of his smooth body and hard cock. My heart was racing, my breathing becoming heavier as I stared into the darkness and I squeezed my throbbing cock. Every fiber in my body screamed for me to approach him now if I ever was going to but I turned on my side away from him.

Breathing deeply and trying to get my emotions under control I felt him move in the bed and then his soft voice in almost a whisper, "Jack would it be alright if I laid next to you and you put your arms around me? No ones held me since I was a baby, will you please."

I held my breath the blood beating in my ears as my heart thumped and I exhaled softly.

"Are you sure you want to do that Curtis, are you really sure?"

"Yes. I really need to feel someone holding me tonight. Please Jack, hold me." He said in an almost whimpering tone.

"Move in the middle Curtis." I said softly and I rolled over too meet him.

Curtis snuggled close and I slid one arm under his neck and laid the other over his smooth muscled chest my still hard shaft pressed against the crack between his soft buns. He didn't move and I ran my hand down his chest over his stomach and gripped his hard cock squeezing its hot throbbing length.

Kissing the back of his neck he turned his head slightly and my lips felt his smooth cheek. Pulling him closer, his body felt like warm soft velvet and I sighed smelling his clean soft hair.

His muscles were relaxed not tense and he whispered in the dark. "I've never been in bed with a man Jack but if you want me, I won't mind."

I don't know if I expected Curtis to say anything like that or not but it felt like he had lifted a load from my heart and I nuzzled the back of his neck with my nose.

"We will talk about that later when you are sure that is what you want Curtis. It's something you really have to be sure you want and need. It's not always a one time thing."

I could tell he was getting sleepier as I held him his breathing a steady rhythm and he mumbled drowsily, "I'm sure Jack, really I am and. . . . " He didn't finish what he was saying, slipping into a deep sleep.

He was an exhausted not so little boy and I held him gently my mind racing and my hard cock softened pressing against his buttocks.

Exhaustion was overcoming me as quickly but the though lingered as I slipped off, "what am I getting into?"

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