Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All of the characters are fictitious, as are the locales. If any aspect of male/male relationships offends you or if you are averse to anything gay, please leave now.
A VICTORIAN ROMANCE
Copyright 1999 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 2 - Settling In
I still had my arm around Wally's waist as we reached the bedroom. I opened the door and he smiled at me. "Sure you wanna do this, Wayne?"
"As sure as I've been of anything in my life, my Wally. I am absolutely sure!" I reassured him. He smiled again, a marvelous full smile that made me slightly weak in the knees. We walked into the room and I locked the door. I don't know from whom, but I locked it anyway.
Wally turned to face me and held me at arms length and gave me a quick once-over. "All right if I undress you, Wayne?"
I nodded my head and Wally smiled again. "I don't think I will ever tire of this gorgeous man's smile," I thought to myself. "It's so wide and warm and his eyes sparkle so beautifully whenever he does."
Wally began to unbutton my shirt - slowly and smoothly. I thrilled at the touch of him - this beautiful man. As he did he began to play his hands over my chest hairs and nipples.
"Hairy, aren't we?"
I immediately panicked when he said this. "My God!" I thought, "He hates hairy men. What am I going to do? I'm covered in hair!"
But Wally allayed my panic almost immediately. He leaned forward and whispered softly and sensuously in my ear, "Just love men with acres of hair on their bodies." He gave me another of his patented breathtaking smiles and I was totally and completely his.
He took off the shirt and tossed it on the bed and then began to unbuckle my belt. My jeans dropped to the floor and I slowly stepped out of them. I was left wearing only my plaid boxers. I could feel my hard cock snaking down one of the legs.
"You have a beautiful body, Wayne," Wally said in soft seductive tones. "You are really beautiful. Knew that when I first saw you. You have a runner's body - a swimmers body; absolutely love that in a man? All sinew and muscle."
I started to tear up. I was overwhelmed. "Thanks, Wally. Nobody's ever told me that before. Nobody! I've always thought of myself as a very ordinary looking man with a very ordinary looking body."
"Not so.not so, Wayne? Find you very beautiful and very desirable?"
I was totally overcome by Wally's statements. I slowly raised my hands to the buttons on his shirt. "May I?" I asked him.
"Of course," he replied.
I began to unbutton his shirt - the same way that had done mine - slowly and sensually. I let my hands play over the skin as it became exposed. I marveled at his stunning chest. It was like a work of art - it was like a Renaissance or Baroque sculpture. Wally was about 6'-4", with a wide chest and broad shoulders. He had extremely well defined pecs and very classic six-pack (maybe even eight-pack) abs. His waist was narrow - I guessed 33-inches - and he had the most magnificently cute ass. To my eyes he was perfect - perfect in every way. His body seemed to positively glow in the diffused lighting of the room. What a splendid specimen of manhood; I wanted him more than I ever remembered wanting anybody.
I unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop; he stepped out of them. I moved back a step or two so that I could take in the full picture of this superior specimen of manliness. He was a Greek god to me. He didn't have one of those massive muscle bound bodies but one that was very muscular without the ostentation of bodybuilders.
"You are absolutely gorgeous, Wally; you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a very long time." He looked down at the floor and when he lifted his head again, he had a strange almost panicked look on his face. I walked up to him again and kissed him while slowly moving one hand down to his inviting bulge. He was wearing white cotton briefs and he looked gorgeous in them. As I moved my fingers around his package he suddenly pulled away quickly taking two or three steps backwards.
"Too fast...too fast! Must slow down. Must tell you something? Need to tell you something important Wayne?"
"What, Wally? What's the matter? Help me! What's wrong? This is all so new to me."
"No, you're doing fine, Wayne. Uh...can we stop for a minute? Talk for a bit? Few things I need to discuss with you and some things I need you to know about me? Okay?"
"Sure, Wally. Anything you want." I was disappointed that my first love making session with this man would have to be postponed, but I sensed that Wally needed to talk. I kissed him lightly on his appealing and sensuous lips and chest as we walked into the sitting room. I turned on some soothing music and sat down next to him on a love seat.
Wally tried to calm himself. He took a few deep breaths that seemed to work. He seemed to be settling down. "Wayne, I'd like to tell you a little about myself? Is that okay with you?"
"Sure, Wally, anything." I figured the guy must have a slew of problems to talk out; and didn't we all? I'd give him the time - he deserved it.
"I'm gonna give you a very brief history of the life and times of Wallace Kenneth Travers." He gave me a small and bashful smile.
"That's a beautiful name - Wallace Kenneth Travers. Very, very nice."
"Thanks. Glad you like it?" He paused again and took another deep breath. "I grew up in Montana. My father owned a ranch and there was my mom and six kids - me, three brothers and two sisters? I was next to the youngest - only my brother Maxwell was younger? It was a very hard life in more ways than one. We didn't have much money, my father drank and...and he beat us kids regularly? My mom didn't even seem to even notice what was going on. She was off her own little world of denial? All the older boys ran away from home when they turned sixteen? My sisters married local ranchers and they too left very early?
"I probably knew I was gay by the age of ten or eleven? Max and I used to engage in all kinds of boy sex. Before puberty we'd suck each other and push fingers up each other's asses? I liked it and I think Max did too? We did it every time we could? After I reached puberty we stopped because...uh...because I became very...ashamed of w-what we're d-doing...and also Max said he had discovered girls...which he said he liked better? When I was sixteen, on my sixteenth birthday, Christmas Day, I left the ranch. I hated leaving Max behind but I had to get outta there. I hitched to Billings and got a bus. I headed south?"
"Did you have any particular place to go?"
"No. I just wanted to go where it was warm, away from the lousy cold and snow of Montana, so I headed south? I wound up in New Orleans. I bussed table in a nice restaurant in the French Quarter. I got the job because I looked very presentable? I had a real crappy place in a rooming house and I met a girl who also roomed there. We went out a few times but didn't do anything; she wasn't interested in me and I wasn't interested in her. She really had another boyfriend but she was always fighting with him? One day she told me she was pregnant and her father would kill her if she wasn't married. She wondered if I could marry her and be a father to her child? What the hell did I know? I was a sixteen- year-old kid straight off the farm? She was nineteen?
"I said yes and we were married in Mississippi? I never slept with her intimately. Three week after we married she had a miscarriage? She never came back to me and the marriage was annulled by her family? I stayed in New Orleans until summer then gradually started moving north. I eventually wound up in New York City. I went back to high school and got my diploma always working part-time to earn money?"
"That's great, Wally. It shows a very strong character."
Wally blushed. "Thanks. I went to the John Jay College of Criminal Justice and received my degree after three years of very hard work? I worked as a security guard to earn money and it was pretty good. But I was a farm boy at heart and I knew I wanted to get out of the city? So when I heard of an opening up here as a county deputy sheriff I applied for it and got it?
"The real problems started when I had to go for the physical exam?" Here Wally paused in his narrative and I could see tears forming in his eyes. "Wayne, during that physical it was discovered.it was discovered that I had some very s-serious...serious physical problems? Need to talk to you about these problems? Okay?"
"Yeah...sure," I said, though thoroughly confused. "You know that you can tell me whatever you want. I'm here to listen...and help if I can. Quite honestly, you don't look like a man with any serious physical problems to me, but then you know best."
"Appreciate your understanding." Wally paused and turned his head to look at me; he looked deeply into my eyes and with much portent. "Wayne, I d-d-don't really know how.how to say this, so I'm gonna c-c-come right out with it? I'm not...I'm not as I appear. I'm...deformed. I'm...I'm n-n-not a whole...not a complete man?"
I was stunned but really didn't know what he meant. "What? Not a...whole man? Is that what you said?"
He nodded slowly.
"What does that mean?"
"Wayne, during that physical something was found?" He paused again and searched my face for a reaction; he could find nothing and so he continued. "Underwent a whole series of t-t-tests and it was found I h-h-had...had testicular cancer. Then had the necessary s-s-surgery; my right t-t- testicle was removed?"
I sat there, slightly staggered. Wally continued. "Then it was months and months of chemotherapy? Lost most of my hair and lots of weight and when it was over and the doctors said I was fine and should live a long and healthy life I began a physical activities program and got into weight lifting and bodybuilding and all? Why I have such a body now? I'm still on medication, which I take every day, and have to see an oncologist every few months." He started to cry very hard now.
"How long ago was that Wally?"
"Two years. Oh, Wayne? I h-h-have only one...have only one testicle; I'm a freak...understand? I'm a freak, a..." He became completely unintelligible.
I knew I had to do something and to say something to allay Wally's obvious feelings of inadequacy. I kissed him again and put my arms around him, pulling that great body to mine. He started to cry, his whole body trembling and shaking almost uncontrollably. I held him even tighter and kissed his neck and shoulders over and over again. I rocked him back and forth slowly and tried to calm him down by whispering soothing things into his ear. Wally just continued to cry. For the second time this day I had someone literally crying on my shoulder.
"Wally? Wally? Listen to me...please listen to me." I held his body out at arm's length, shook him slightly and spoke in a very commanding voice. "Listen! There is nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing! You had a terrible disease and now you're cured. That's the only thing that matters; that you are free of the disease and the fact we're together now. Do you understand that? We are together and that's what really matters. Isn't it?"
Wally nodded his head; I clasped him to my chest again as I continued to speak soothingly and in a very calm voice to him. He gradually began to slow his crying. When he lifted his head, he again had a panic stricken look on his face. "There's s-s-something else, Wayne."
"Tell me, Wally. Let's have no secrets, okay?"
He nodded his head again. "I also...I h-h-have..." he took a deep breath "...I have an extremely...a very small penis...I'm sorry, Wayne...I have a very small cock...and...and I'm very...everybody's always made fun of...me...great big guy with a teeny cock. I'm so ashamed...so many people have rejected me...said I was too little...and laughed...even Max rejected me...said I was..."
He began crying again. I just didn't know what to do. I was at a loss. Here I was, holding this stunning man in my arms, and trying to reassure him that his so-called physical problems did not bother me or worry me. They truly didn't! Not one bit! But how do I assure him? I knew that convincing Wally would not be easy; he had endured years of being ridiculed for his physical condition. I knew that a short talk from me would not allay his fears. However, I also knew that I had to make a start.
"Wally.Wally, please listen to me again. I've only known you for a very short time - only a matter of hours really. But I know you are a caring person. You brought Chris back even though you didn't have to do that. You cared about his welfare and happiness so much that you went to the extra trouble to make sure that the kid was not put in an uncaring foster home; that he was given a chance for a little happiness. That tells me a lot about you as a human being. That's what I want more than anything else in a friend or companion or a mate, or a lover - I want that person to be a good person. I know that being a good person sounds trite and cliche, but that is the most important aspect of a person to me. I want to know that anybody I choose to become close to is a good and decent human being. And I think that you are that kind of person, Wallace Kenneth Travers."
I lifted his head and very, very wet face off my shoulders and looked directly into his eyes. He was still crying pretty hard, nodding his head and I know he had difficulty in seeing me. I gave him a big smile and kissed him on his very wet face and lips. "Wally, the problems that you described don't concern me in the slightest. It's you as a person that is the most important to me not your physical problems - real or imagined. You! You, Wally, who you really are - who you are deep down - as a human being - that's what counts with me."
He tried to speak but couldn't. I grasped him and made him stand up with me. I walked slowly back into the bedroom steering Wally all they way. I left him and turned down the bed. I just hoped he wouldn't fall over as I left him standing by himself. I whispered in his ear, "Come, sweetheart, lets get into bed together and let me hold you and let me reassure you and let you know that nothing you've told me bothers me or makes me think less of you as a man." I sat Wally down on the edge of the bed, lifted his legs up and pushed his shoulders down, until he was recumbent. I covered him with the sheet and blanket and then went around to the other side and got in.
I maneuvered Wally so that he was lying with his head on my chest. I felt so comfortable with this gorgeous hunk with me in bed - even though he was still sobbing and getting my chest all wet. I slowly stroked his neck, shoulder and back with my hand, trying to make him feel that I was not rejecting him in any way.
As Wally continued to sob, I thought about the events of today - and what an incredible day it had been! First the situation with Chris and his screwed up home life and now the problems of Deputy Wally Travers. Christ! Not to mention the whole experience of moving into and living in this new house. This had become more of a new life than I had ever anticipated.
I slowly rubbed Wally beautiful body; it occurred to me that I had never been in bed with a man before. Never! What has happened to change that? I had never even engaged in male sex when I was a boy or a teen. I had been strictly heterosexual. Now, the second night in my new home, I had this wonderful creature in bed with me - and a young boy sleeping upstairs in the turret. Of course, the person I had in bed with me was crying, not that different from what a lot of the women I had gone to bed with had done.
Wally finally stopped crying; I reached for some tissues and wiped his face. I was certain he had fallen asleep because his breathing was so regular and shallow. But suddenly he lifted his head and gave me a shy smile. "Hi, Wayne. Sorry about the crying jag? Thanks for everything...your understanding...your caring..."
"Nothing to thank me for, Wally. You needed some help and comforting; fortunately I was conveniently here and, I must say, very happy to give it." I smiled back at him and gave his body a little squeeze. His skin felt so smooth. I loved the feel of it and I could notice that I was getting hard again. I hoped Wally hadn't noticed because I did not want him to feel obligated to have sex with me tonight.
I soothingly rubbed his chest - the hard muscles were an incredible turn-on for me. I moved my hands over one of his nipples and he let out a tiny, high-pitched moan. "Oh, Wayne, that feels so wonderful!" he said with what I thought was a hint of panic in his voice. "It's been such a long time since...since...anybody..."
I took this as a signal that Wally did want to engage in a little sex tonight. I was certainly willing, but never having made love to a man before, I was slightly at a loss. "Where do I begin?" I asked myself. "Exactly what do I do? Men are not built the same way as women!"
I finally decided that men and women do have pretty much the same working parts and I would do to him like I did to countless women in the past. I would begin to play with and caress Wally's sensitive body parts...and I'm sure Wally would let me know if I was doing things right or wrong.
I kissed him on his beautiful, full lips and stroked his face with my hands. He moaned slightly as I let my hands move down from his face to his neck and down to that marvelous chest. I loved those high- pitched moans of his - they were so cute and endearing.
We kissed passionately as my hands roamed his chest. It lightly rubbed the palm of one hand over his very erect nipples and again he moaned; however, this was during a deep kiss and his moan vibrated on my tongue and sent shivers up my spine. Deputy Wally was making me really, really hot. And I felt wonderful.
I knew that sooner or later I would have to see Wally's package - his very small dick (as he called it) and his mutilated ball sac. I pulled the covers back and noticed that his cock was straining against the confines of his briefs. I licked Wally's ear while I slipped my fingers into the elastic on the waistband of his underwear. I could feel a sudden tension quickly build and a sense of panic begin to pervade his body - he was getting quite upset.
"Take it easy my big guy, my beautiful big guy," I whispered to him. "Stay calm. There is nothing - absolutely nothing - that will make me love you less. Nothing. You are my man - you are for me, and I am for you. Remember what I told you? It's all true!"
Even my saying this did not seem to lessen his sense of panic. I suppose years of rejection and abuse by others cannot suddenly disappear. I soothing stroked his lower abdomen and his sides while I continued to whisper soothing words into his ear. "Wally? There is nothing to be fearful about. I accept people the way they are. I do not have illusions of what they might be - just as I hope I have no illusions about myself. You said earlier that I treated Chris like royalty. That may be true. But that's the way I treat everybody! That's the way I am. Each human being is entitled to be treated in the best and kindest way possible. Okay? Do you understand that?"
He nodded and gave me a small smile, then exhaled deeply. I continued, "I am not perfect and know that I can never be. I accept my many failings and inadequacies as they are, and I do not look for perfection in others. I also do not look for the inadequacies in others and I do not try to exploit them. Am I making myself clear?"
He nodded again. "Good! Right now, what I want more than anything in the world is to make you comfortable with me." I need to begin washing away the humiliations that Wally had encountered for all these years.
I could feel the tension slowly lessen in his body; his breathing became more regular. I continued to rub that wonderful chest. I lowered my head and slowly began licking one of Wally's very large and very erect nipples. The feel of it on my tongue was one of the great pleasures of my life. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing and my enjoyment was boundless.
I know Wally was feeling great too because he was moaning up a storm. I thought I could never get enough of the high-pitched squeaks and emanating from this beautiful man. I thought that it was so very unusual for such a big man to emit such child like sounds. I had to smile as I continued to work on first one and the then other of Wally's gorgeous nipples. I nipped at them very lightly and he seemed to love that. He started to wiggle his incredibly cute, tight little ass on the bed and I loved that too - I loved everything about this hunk. I was also intellectually captivated and enthralled by the process of making love to a man for the first time.
After lavishing much of my saliva on Wally's wonderful chest and nipples, I raised my head and sat back on my haunches. I was able to see his entire body - and it totally mesmerized me. Wally had his arms spread out wide on the bed and I noticed that he did not have much hair in his armpits, and this fascinated me because I have lots. As I looked down his body I saw his cock straining in his briefs and I knew I wanted to and had to remove that garment very soon.
I scooted down the bed while continuing to rub Wally's wet chest. I pinched his nipples between my fingers and he let out another round of moans and squeaks. When I was positioned over his constrained package, I gently slipped my finger under the elastic of his briefs, pulled them away from his body and slowly peeled them off. He raised that endearing little butt to help me. After I got them over his feet (and Wally had exceptionally beautiful feet - really very cute) I returned to looking at his package.
Wally's cock was standing straight up. As he had said, it was small, probably no more than 3-1/2 inches fully erect I estimated. Yet for some unexplained reason I thought it was fabulous and very beautifully. I found Wally's undersized cock to be extremely erotic and totally captivating; I could not take my eyes off of it. Wally was uncircumcised; like Chris he had a rather long foreskin that covered the entire head. And, honestly, his dick was about the same size as Chris'. It was nestled in a very small bush of exquisite blond hair. Wally had very little hair in his crotch keeping with the basically hairless condition of the rest of his body.
I had to admit, though, that Wally did look somewhat strange - he had this great, large body and a really small penis. Things looked totally out of proportion. I began to question my own sense of reality. "Did I like his small cock because it was so strange? Or that he had this incredible body and this really small dick? Or, on the other hand, didn't it matter to me? Didn't it matter?"
I looked at him and smiled. He gave me a crooked smile in return and shrugged his shoulders slightly. "It's beautiful, Wally," I said in a whisper. "You have nothing - absolutely nothing - to be ashamed about."
"Really Wayne? You really like it?"
"I love it. I do! I only hope you like my cock as much." With that he reached over and began to slowly remove my boxers. Since I was still kneeling, he slid them down very carefully until they were at my knees. I then sat back on my haunches and my cock slapped me in the abdomen.
His facial expression told it all - and I was thrilled as could be. "Oh, god, Wayne! Oh, god! You got a...a...a real incredible cock... It's...it's magnificent! It's so beautiful...and so straight...And your balls! Oh, my god!" I was thrilled that Wally was making such a fuss about my genitals. I know I had a big cock - about 7-1/2 inches long, circumcised and quite thick; I also had large, low hanging balls. The entire area around my crotch was covered in thick dark brown hair and my ball sac was also very hairy. "Oh my god, Wayne! You are just fabulous!'
"And so are you, my gorgeous Wally. You are more beautiful than you believe. And I want nobody else in my life except you." I leaned over and we kissed passionately while Wally reached out a hand and began to stroke my cock and balls. It was an absolutely heavenly feeling. It was the real feel of love. I knew my heartbeat was reaching an incredible rate. Wally was so gentle with me, though; I had never had anyone caress me with this kind of love and gentle affection.
I knew I needed to return to more lovemaking to Wally's penis, to show him how much I loved what he had to offer me. I moved slightly down on the bed after standing up first to get off my boxers. Wally complained when he had to let go of my cock but I reassured him that he would seeing lots of that fellow - and very soon.
I maneuvered my self until I was between Wally's legs and for the first time I saw his scrotum.
"Wayne...Wayne..." Wally moaned, "don't hate me? Please don't hate me?"
I kissed the tip of his foreskin and swirled my tongue very lightly around the ridge of his still covered cock head. I looked up at him. He had a panicked expression on his face and looked almost like he was going to cry again. "Wally, oh my wonderful Wally, I could never, ever hate you. You are my man. Don't you know that yet? You are!" I blew him a kiss and he managed a small smile.
I looked down at his ball bag. True to his word, Wally had only one testicle. It was not a low hanger, but was hugging his body closely; there definitely was only one. Wally's ball sac appeared to be completely hairless and his one testicle was large. I could see a scar on the right side of his scrotum.
It was strange to see a man with only one testicle but I knew that it did not bother me; I was so taken, so smitten with Deputy Wally that nothing could have dissuaded me from making love to him. As I had told him, he was my man - my very first man - and I loved what I was doing to him and I also loved what he was doing for me.
I moved my hand to grasp his testicle and he let out a tremendous moan. I was afraid it would wake up Chris who was sleeping two floors above us. That's how big a moan he delivered. The feel of that incredibly smooth skin on my hand was so wonderful that I too let out a loud moan. I gently rolled Wally's single testicle around and around in my hand; I squeezed it slightly and Wally moaned again. I absolutely loved the soft/hard feel of it; the overpowering sensation of warmth and love permeating my body was immense.
I moaned my delight to him. "Wally, you are really so beautiful. And I don't think there's a man alive that can be more beautiful and loving than you. I love everything that you are."
Wally started to cry and I knew I would have to comfort him. He was really such a big kid. I gently let go of him and crawled up next to him. We were chest to chest; I wrapped him in my arms and held him tightly.
"I'm so sorry, Wayne. So sorry! Know I'm behaving like a baby? Blubbering like this? You're the first person who ever said that to me? So many people have...everybody else has just...just rejected me and made...made me feel like I wasn't even a m-m-man? Oh, Wayne. I'm sorry to be carrying on this way but I can't help it?"
"There's nothing to apologize for, my Wallykins. I understand. You are very, very special to me and from what you've told me I know you had some very difficult times. But all of that is over. It's finished! Because I'm here for you, you are here for me and we have found each other. Things are going to be wonderful for us. Do you believe what I'm saying?"
He smiled and nodded. We kissed and held onto each other tightly until Wally calmed down again and was able to give me a big smile. I gave him a peck on his lips. "Wallykins, I'm going to resume what I was doing before. Do you have any objection?"
"No, Wayne," he said with a smile on his face. "No objection."
I was thrilled to be able to make love to Wally's great body again. I started slowly, like we had just begun our lovemaking. I kissed him all over his face, kissed his ears and down his neck and throat until I reached those gloriously throbbing nipples again. I knew I could spend the rest of my life sucking and nipping of Wally's fabulous nipples. But I also knew I needed to get on with something different. I slowly traced my tongue from Wally's big pulsing nipple to his glorious armpit. He was practically hairless here and I knew I just had to taste that moist, alluring flesh. I think I took him by surprise as I slowly ran my tongue over his exposed armpit. He jumped slightly and his eyes opened wide.
"Nobody...nobody's ever done that to me before, Wayne? It's so great! Absolutely great!"
"Thanks Wally. I know I love doing it to you." And I most certainly did! The taste of Wally was strong here and I relished it; his small amount of hair here made the operation even more exciting. I made sure I thoroughly wetted his entire pit before I moved to the other one. It was equally as good and satisfying; Wally began bouncing his tight little butt on the bed.
After thoroughly wetting down Wally's armpits I traced my tongue to his nipples again, licking and sucking and biting them. Wally's moans were a delight to my ears. I drew my tongue down his chest eventually coming to his navel. I ran my tongue over the surface and as deep into it as I could get. I followed the very thin line of blonde hair between Wally's navel and his pubic thatch. I licked and sucked and wet down his thin pubic mound completely. He tasted so marvelous, so clean and so soft. I repositioned myself between his legs; I could feel Wally becoming tense again.
"Wally, we've been through this already," I said in the gentlest way I knew how.
"I know, Wayne, but...but...the memories are still...all those memories...they're still so fresh..."
"I know, my sweet, I know. I want you Wally, and that's all I care about now. I really want you. I need to show you how much you mean to me at this time and how important you are. So please relax, and let any feeling that I may generate in you extend to every corner of your body - and enjoy what I am about to do."
I took his scrotum in my hand and gently manipulated it. I was looking at his face; it seemed to be a combination of terror and longing; I could still see tears running down his cheeks. I continued to soothingly rub his ball sac and his testicle; gradually, very gradually, I noticed that Wally began to relax and the expression on his face changed from one of terror to one of questioning, from one of longing to one of desire, from one of fear to one of anticipation. He began to breath more heavily; I knew that he was ready.
I gently whispered to him, "You feel wonderful to me, my great big Wally. You are my man, aren't you?" He nodded. "You like what I am doing to you and it feels wonderful, doesn't it?" He nodded again. "You would like me to continue doing this and to do even more, don't you?" He nodded very vigorously.
I lowered my head and slowly brought my lips to Wally single testicle. I kissed it and then I kissed it again. Wally was moaning his high-pitched moans and squeaking and laughing and crying all at the same time. It was quite a demonstration.
I began licking Wally's scrotum, moving my tongue all over the surface of that mutilated ball bag. It tasted delicious - it was absolutely Wally. The taste of this man was strong and bracing and invigorating. I loved what I was doing and decided to take the final step - I sucked his single testicle into my mouth. I moved my tongue all over it applying tremendous attention to rolling it around my tongue. I could feel the scar on Wally's scrotum, but the fell of his single large testicle in my mouth was the only thing that mattered at all to me.
Wally was going absolutely ballistic on me; I was so happy that he was appreciating my attentions but wished that he would calm down some. His extreme movements were throwing off my timing. I continued sucking his testicle, even biting down very lightly on his ball sack. He seemed to love it as much as I did. I loved the hardness of Wally's ball, but then again, I also loved the softness of it. That great soft/hard feel, the way it seemed to float so freely in the sac, that taste of Wally scrotal skin - they all combined to give me immense pleasure. I also ventured behind Wally's ball bag - and the taste and feel of his skin there drove me to new and unbelievable heights of passion.
I realized that I had not paid too much attention to Wally's cock, and I did not want him to become too conscious of my neglect. I left Wall's testicle and ball sac slip from my mouth and moved up to take his cock into my mouth. I brought my fingers up to the shaft and rubbed it very lightly. I began to peel the skin back from the head of his cock. The head was beautiful and large; it was a bright pink in color. I loved what I saw and began to lick it while simultaneously stroking the shaft with my fingers. I forced my tongue into Wally's piss slit and worked it back and forth, trying to give him (and me) maximum satisfaction. It was obviously working because I was getting very hot and Wally was squirming his hips and bottom.
"Oh, God, Wayne! Nobody's ever done this for me since Maxie.and that was.was so long ago?" Wally managed to croak and pant out.
I looked up at him, smile and said, "Well, you have a new full-time lover now."
I returned to his dick, this time working my tongue around the ridge of the head. I went around and around, gradually applying more pressure and occasionally letting the flat of my tongue lick the entire head. The taste was more of Wally, a taste I had come to adore.
I began to go down on the shaft with my mouth. It wasn't long before I reached his bush and I inhaled deeply trying to get every bit of Wally taste and smell. His short, fully erect cock fit so comfortably in my mouth - I had taken in every bit of Wally and just adored it. In a way, I was glad that Wally was no bigger than he was; I could comfortably fit his entire dick into my mouth without it hitting the back of my throat and causing a severe gag reflex.
Wally was continuing to moan and squeak and pant heavily. I slowly began to jack his cock, slowly going up and down that shaft sucking and applying the most pressure I could summon. I love the feel of it as the shaft slipped between my lips and the head remained in my mouth to tongue and fondle. Suddenly I found the Wally's cock was getting thicker - not longer but just considerably thicker. I knew something was about to happen so I mounted a fierce attach on his organ. He thrust his hips up and down and began to scream. I noticed something very warm, quite thick and salty/sweet on my tongue and at the back of my mouth. I realized that Wally was shooting his load.
I continued to suck until the ache in me jaw told me that I had reached the end. I slowly pulled off of Wally's dick, while giving it one last tremendous suck. He moaned loudly as his body continued to quiver and shake. I sat back on my haunches and swallowed Wally's load. I continued to watch his face and body as my new love slowly beginning to calm down from his exuberant high.
I crawled up next to him and wrapped my arms around his body. He rolled over to me and we hugged and kissed with abandon.
Wally spoke first, through his tears. "Wayne, oh Wayne, it's been...been years...since I've felt this...this good? Thank you. I just...just don't know what...what else to say...but thank you."
"You don't have to say anything, Wally. I want you to know that I loved everything that we did together."
He began to cry hard again and he wanted to speak. He fought valiantly to calm down, and them spoke through tears. "Wayne, don't try to stop me. You don't know how marvelous you've been to me tonight? You're a truly compassionate person to be able to make love to such a freak as I am? No, please don't say anything? Don't say a thing! I know it was difficult to make love to a guy with one ball and such a small dick? But you were wonderful and I loved what you did for me? I'll never forget how.how truly loving you were and how great you made me feel tonight."
I was getting concerned at Wally's comments and more than a little bit angry. "Are you going some place, Wally?" I asked.
"I think...uh...I know I gotta get going now?"
"Why do you have to leave?" I sat up and there was certainly anger in my voice. I know Wally recognized it. "Where are you going? Going to slink back to your little hovel to lick your wounds. What wounds, Wally? What wounds?" I almost shouted.
Wally looked at me, his eyes absolutely burning! He had stopped crying and looked rather ashamed. "Why would you want to have me hang around here?"
"Why? Why? What the hell is wrong with you? Have you no feelings about other people? Maybe I've been totally wrong about you and your concerns for others! Are you totally consumed by your own supposed needs and your imagined problems to the point that you forget other people's feelings?"
"Don't know what you're getting at, Wayne?"
"Getting at? Getting at?" I was getting frantic and felt myself beginning to lose control. "What I'm getting at? Are you so dense that you don't know what I want? And what I need? Do you think that I gave you a mercy blowjob? Is that what you think? That I made love to your small dick and your one non-cancerous ball because I feel sorry for you?"
Wally just stared at me. I could see that he was beginning to understand. "Wayne, I think you've got it wrong? I don't want to leave? I know I have to leave?" He just stared at me. "I know I have to leave...have to leave because...because I'm falling for you. Don't think it would be right? Wouldn't be right for you. In a small town like this everyone knows everyone's business? Tongues would wag too much if we begin seeing each other regular?"
I was certainly stunned at Wally's explanation; I managed to calm myself before I spoke. "Why don't you let me worry about that? Okay? I think we could be wonderful together. I really do!" I looked at Wally with a rather contrite expression on my face. "I'm sorry I said those things, Wally. I didn't understand what you were trying to say."
"That's okay, Wayne. Know I don't really know how to express myself so good?" He looked at me with very sad eyes and a small smile. "I'll try better in the future." He leaned in for a light kiss and I could see that his little dick was already hard again. I lowered my hand and gently stroked it while Wally moved his hand and began to stroke me. We held each other comfortingly and with soothing love.
Wally lifted his head and looked at me with a sort of bashful, boyish look on his face. "I'm the king of cocksuckers in these parts?" he said with a grin. Then he became much quieter. "I had to learn to give real good head if I ever wanted to see a man again? I never let them undress me or let them...let them see my s-s-small dick and mutilated b-b-balls?" Wally became suddenly silent and just looked to me, almost like a wounded animal. "Wayne, you are the first person to s-s-see m-m-me since the operation. The very first!"
I wrapped my arms around him again and held him close. I tried to comfort him and maybe to restore some of his confidence and self-esteem. "Wally, I've never been made love to by a man before; of course, I never had a blowjob from a man in my life. But I know I want you! I absolutely want you! Could you...please? I know I would love it!"
Wally didn't say anything, but I could immediately feel his lips slowly nibbling on my ear. He licked my face and we kissed. I could feel one of his hands begin to lightly brush my chest hair and it felt wonderful. He licked down my chin, onto my throat, sucked my Adam's apple, and then the hollow at the base of my neck. It all felt so new and different. I felt so incredibly alive; parts of my body were reacting to stimuli that I had never experienced before.
Wally's hand on my chest found one of my nipples and he began to play with it, first by rubbing the palm over the whole surface and then when it became erect, pinching the nipple lightly with his fingers. I think I began to squirm and moan when Wally began to do this to me. I say "I think" because I am not completely sure what exactly happened - what was reality and what was a dream-like fantasy. All I knew was that I was feeling marvelous and was floating in a new world of sensuous delights.
He moved until he was able to get his mouth around those very erect nipples; he began working them over with his lips, tongue and teeth. It was delicious. He would work one, we would kiss passionately, then he would work the other; we would kiss passionately again, before he began the cycle again. What bliss! What absolute pleasure!
Wally kissed down my chest, licking and sucking on my skin and rather plentiful hair, pulling those hairs gently with his lips. As he went lower and lower I got hotter and hotter.and more and more excited. Then he came to my crotch. I could feel the hot breaths of air coming from his nose and mouth on my skin and the feeling was wonderful and weird. Wonderful in that I loved everything that Wally was doing to me, and weird because knowing that a man was making love to me definitely was still upsetting in a way. Was this the way it was meant to be? Two men making love to each other and liking it?
He began licking my pubic mound and sucking hard on my flesh. I think he was also biting. I was so overall tingly that I felt that I was losing control of my body and my controllable functions. I have an exceedingly hairy crotch and Wally was wetting it down quite thoroughly. I felt his saliva running down the skin and onto my scrotum. He blew a stream of his warm breath over my very erect cock and onto my balls. I must have jumped two feet in the air when he did this. It was so sexual - so incredibly stimulating and so unimaginably wonderful.
Wally then proceeded to make love to me in the most unbelievable ways. He sucked me all over, he licked, he buried his head in my crotch and I felt wonderful and fulfilled. He rubbed my anus and cleft until I was a mass of quivering muscle and bone. He jacked my cock with his mouth and fingered my balls with his hands. He brought me to an earthmoving, ear shattering, head banging climax, the likes of which I could not recall since my teenage days. It was a climax to end all climaxes. I was physically and emotionally drained. I was totally limp; I was complete.
Thirty minutes later, Wally was asleep nestled in my loving embrace. His head was on my chest and his legs were thrown over mine. I held him with one arm and the other I had on my forehead. My mind was a whir again. "I've just had sex with a man," I thought to myself. "And I loved it. I really loved it. What has happened to me? Have I turned gay? Have I become queer? God! How I hated that word! But was it so? All I knew was that I had found a wonderful, caring, beautiful person - a person who could make my life comprehensive once again.
As I felt myself drifting off to sleep the answer finally struck me: I didn't just want men - I wanted only Wally. I was in love with Wally as a person, as a caring and wonderful person; therefore the fact that my partner was male did not matter. It was the emotional and physical strength that he exuded that I need and wanted. Wally was my soul mate - he completed and complimented me - and we were one.
I woke up the next morning feeling incredibly refreshed and alive. But I was alone in my bed. Where was Wally? Suddenly I smelled the greatest aroma in the world - the smell of fresh coffee brewing. I quickly put on a pair of shorts and went down to the kitchen.
Wally and Chris were cooking breakfast. And it looked marvelous. When Chris saw me he ran over and threw his arms around me and kissed me.
"G'mornin', Wayne. Have a good sleep?"
"Yes! It was great Chris. How about you?"
"It was 'solutely wunnerful!" He was jumping around in that way that young boys jump around (with all their incredible energy) when they're excited about something; they just cannot stand still. "When I got up t'day I seen all over the town and ever'body goin' t'work. I jus' love sleepin' in the turret!"
"I'm glad you like it. If you want, you can sleep there as long as you stay."
"I want! I want!" he said insistently while still jumping up and down.
"I like your hair, Chris." His long, straggly hair was combed into a very neat ponytail and tied with a rubber band.
"Isn't it great? Wally did it for me. It's so neat! I love it!"
He went back to making pancakes and I walked over to Wally and put my arms around him. "Good morning, you great stud," I whispered in his ear. He was washing up and turned his head so he could plant a quick kiss on my lips. He was also wearing only shorts and the sight of his magnificent chest in the full morning light of the kitchen took my breath away. Wally was one gorgeous hunk! "I'm so glad that both of my men are getting along so well," I whispered into his ear.
"That's very easy. You make it easy for us, you big love, you?" We kissed again and I felt myself getting aroused once more by this man. I rubbed my hand over his back and down to his waist as he turned back to continue his work. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him slowly and loving on his bare, broad shoulders.
While we were eating a really great breakfast we discussed what we were going to do for the day. I suggested that we drive to the Albany area and visit a mall so we could get Chris new clothes. Wally wanted to visit some antique places that he knew. When asked why, he said that it would be nice to fill up this place some. He complained that there were so many empty rooms that we need to fill them. What would happen if members of my family were to visit? Where would we put them?
I had to admit that Wally had a very convincing argument so it was agreed that first the mall then the antiques places.
When we arrived back at the house (which still did not have a name, I noted), we saw three people walking down the front steps. They were dressed very casually and looked like locals. I waved as I drove into the driveway and they waved back.
"Good afternoon," the man said. "We're the Eikenbergers. I'm Frank, this is my wife Greta and my son Rudy. We just came by t'welcome you t'town and t'thank you for treatin' our kids so good the other day."
"All they talked about for the rest of the day was how great the food was at Wayne's place," Greta added. "They were more excited about the food and seeing this great house than about going off to camp." Everyone chuckled.
I thanked them and since they all knew Deputy Travers and Chris, the introductions were very short. I invited them into the house and we went into the den. They looked around and marveled at the beauty of the old place.
"We just got back from furniture shopping," Wally said. "Have all these rooms to fill."
"Where'd you go?" Greta asked.
"Various places up near Gloversville?" Wally answered.
Greta shook he head. "No need to go that far. There's plenty of stuff right around here. People with lottsa beds and things they're so very anxious to get rid of. Some of 'em have garages full. I'll make some calls and let you know, okay?"
"That sounds wonderful," I replied.
Chris came into the house carrying bags of clothes that we bought him. I say "we" because Wally insisted on buy things for him. We both had begun thinking of him as our son - almost.
"You look great, Chris!" Rudy said with enthusiasm.
"Thanks, Rudy. Wayne and Wally got me all these great new clothes and I washed and showered and Wally comb my hair in this neat ponytail. Like it?"
Rudy smiled at Chris. "I think you look really cool, Chris."
Chris walked up and threw his arms around me - after putting the bags down. He whispered in my ear. "These are them people who let me clean up at their place. They was very nice to me and also gave me food even when I say I wasn't hungry. Deputy Wally found me at their house last night, in a tent in the back."
Wally came into the den with glasses of lemonade and cookies on a tray. We made small talk and we chatted for a while.
I smiled at the Eikenbergers. It was then that I first paid any attention to Rudy. He was quite an attractive young man, fifteen or sixteen I thought. He was tall and rather gangling, with bright red hair, green eyes, tons of freckles and a very bright smile. He seemed to be quite muscular under the loose fitting clothes he wore today. I thought he looked a little dressed up for a casual visit on new neighbors. He sat quietly and sipped his lemonade and nibbled on a cookie.
I knew that Frank had something on his mind. He quickly glanced at Wally before he spoke. "Wayne, besides welcoming you to our little community, the other reason for comin' over today was to ask if you had a job for Rudy here. There ain't much work in these parts right now and Rudy is sort of...well, he's ain't got much to do now that school's out."
"Frank, what makes you think that I have any work to offer around here?"
"Well, ain't ya gonna open this place as some sorta hotel or something? Rudy could really do all kindsa things..."
"Let me interrupt you. I have no specific plans for this house. Right now I'm still in the process of moving in and getting the place set up. However, if and when I decide that I need a staff of employees, for whatever reason, I can tell you now that I would consider Rudy."
"Are you sure you don't have anything for him now?" Greta asked in an almost pleading voice. "He needs something...to keep him busy...we need the money and..." Frank put up his hand to signal her to stop talking.
Suddenly Wally broke in. "Aren't you on probation now, Rudy?" Wally asked.
I looked over at Rudy. He flushed deeply and was staring straight ahead. The kid merely nodded, then spoke very quietly. "Yes, sir, I am."
"What is that for, Rudy?" Wally asked in a rather cold voice. It was not like the Wally I knew and loved, but Deputy Wallace Travers speaking.
"I stole a pickup along with some of my friends."
"Is that all?" Wally continued in his interrogation style.
"No, sir, it isn't. We wrecked the truck, caused lotsa property damage and one of my friends was killed."
"Thank you, Rudy," Wally said rather coldly
Frank and Greta were staring at the floor; Rudy continued to stare straight ahead. It was a very uncomfortable minute or so. They realized that they had made an enormous mistake; they had not expected to find Deputy Travers here.
Frank stood up and put his glass on the table. "Thank you, Wayne, for seein' us. We know you're a very busy man with the new house and all." I rose and shook his extended hand. "We'll just be goin' along now." I noticed Wally standing behind Frank and nodding and he made some motions with his hand - like he was signing something. I caught his message.
"Thank you all for coming over. It's always nice to meet neighbors." I turned to Rudy and extended my hand. "And Rudy, come by tomorrow morning, say about nine, and we'll talk some more. Okay?"
Rudy was shocked and he squeezed my hand very hard. I noticed his eyes welling up. "Thank you, sir. Thank you!" he repeated emphatically. I noticed Wally smiling at me. Frank put his arm around Rudy's shoulder as they walked out.
At about 5:30, while Wally and I were starting to prepare dinner, Chris came running into the kitchen shouting. "Wayne! Wayne! There a truck pullin' into the drive wit' a great big trailer hook on it! I don't know who's drivin'."
I stopped what I was doing and walked to the side entrance. Chris been right; a large van like vehicle had pulled into the drive and there was a very large trailer attached to the rear. Only, unlike Chris, I recognized the driver and a few of the passengers.
I walked around to the driver's side and the driver rolled down her window; we kissed. It was my daughter Cara and her three children. My grandchildren came pouring out of the van and surrounded me. They were gorgeous kids - John, age 9, Lily, age 7 and Avi, age 4. They looked nothing alike which was not remarkable since they each had a different father. Cara never married and still used the same last name as mine.
John's father was an African-American artist who died tragically at a very early age; he was an incredibly cute kid (actually an extremely handsome boy) and had most definite black features. Lily's father was a noted magazine publisher (we never mention his name); she was a real beauty, with long blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. Avi's father was an Israeli diplomat (or so I was told by Cara) and he was dark (dark skin, black hair, very long lashes) with unbelievable green eyes. I picked each of them up and kissed and hugged them. They were great kids and I loved them very much. I continued to hold Avi in my arms.
Cara was dressed as I always expected Cara to be dressed. She was born in the 1960s and was an unrepentant and unapologetic hippy, even though she was just a very young child at the time. Her hair was in a single long braid, she wore no makeup and a long dress that looked like she had not only made it but also had woven the cloth from which it was made. She wore sandals and frameless eyeglasses. "Same old Cara," I thought.
I noticed a very handsome young man getting out of the passenger seat. He was tall, thin with dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He appeared to be quite young.
I was still carrying Avi in my arms and he kept kissing me. "Dad, I'd like you to meet Hartley Strauss, a very good friend of mine. Hart, this is Wayne, my father." We shook hands and said our pleasantries. Hart looked to be considerably younger that Cara - I'd guess no more than nineteen or twenty. He had a very boyish appearance and seemed rather well built and healthy, in that California surfer boy way.
"So what brings you up here, Cara?" I asked.
She gave a grand gesture, motioning toward the house and the grounds. Cara could be very dramatic; I always thought she should've been an actor. "This! This brought us here!"
"Are you planning to stay?" I asked. "I mean...there's certainly plenty of room, god knows. Plenty of room for everyone," I said as I tickled Avi and he squealed.
We walked into the kitchen and Hart immediately began to look around. He seemed very interested in everything in that kitchen. Wally and Chris came in and introductions were made all around. The kids immediately became fast friends (as only kids can do) and Chris led them up to his aerie for a look around and a tour of the house and grounds.
"Where'd the kid come from?" Cara asked with a sort of nose-in-the-air attitude.
"Something that just came along with the house, darling! I think one of the subcontractors left him in lieu of payment." I was feeling a little bitchy having them intrude uninvited into my privacy as they were. "Sorry, Cara," I said almost immediately and apologetically. "He's a local kid having terrible family problems and doesn't have a place to stay. I told him he could bunk here until things are worked out."
"Very nice of you." She had read my sarcasm perfectly and returned to her usual warm, folksy style. She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my waist, hugged me and planted a kiss on my cheek. "That's really very nice of you, daddy. You haven't changed a bit. Still so generous." She turned to Hartley. "So how does it look Hart?"
"It looks really great. One hundred per cent professional. Great, great potential."
I looked at Cara quizzically. "Would you mind telling me what's going on? Why the examination? I feel like I'm on a visit to a urologist and don't know why."
"As you know, daddy, I just recently graduated from the Culinary Institute of America and."
"Of course, I know. I paid for it."
"So you did...so you did. Anyway, Hart is also a recent graduate and he's a brilliant pastry chef. He is absolutely masterful. I am great at what I do, so the two of us make a superb kitchen combination. We are a complete kitchen staff. We can cook anything, prepare any kind of meal, handle the most finicky eaters."
"Yes?" I said still completely unsure of what she was getting at and what she wanted.
"Well, daddy, what are you going to do with this enormous place? Hart and I thought that you would eventually be opening a bed and breakfast and that maybe you would want a full scale restaurant as part of it. We could staff it and run the kitchen and dining room." She smiled at Hart as he walked over to her and took her hand.
"That's very interesting," I said rather noncommittally. I casually ambled over to Wally, who was leaning against the counter. I slowly put my arms around his waist and pulled him towards me; we kissed. Cara almost had a stroke. "Very interesting," I repeated. "What do you say, Wally? Do you think that Cara's idea has any potential?"
The End of Chapter 2
(Please Come Back For The Conclusion in Chapter 3 - "The Victorian Crown")