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A Walk in the Park - Part Two
by ds elliot
Kyle knocked on the back door at about 4:40 this afternoon. As he came it I tried a bit of small talk, but he seemed more anxious to get down to business - or rather for me to go down on his business.
I escorted Kyle to the bedroom. He was wearing a similar outfit as last time. He had already kicked off the sandals and was pulling his shirt over his head. He did have a nice body. He was nicely developed - the look that comes from sports and I'm sure weightlifting. Kyle wasn't at all self-conscious today. He was out of his shorts and boxers in one step. His erection pointed the way to the bed, and he followed quickly - settling himself and getting comfortable. He was ready and leaking so I decided not to waste any time with any attempt at foreplay. He had obviously been thinking about the last blowjob and this one for the last few days. I was certain that it wouldn't take long before he was filling my mouth.
It seemed that I had only just started sucking his dick when his body tensed and he began taking sharp gasps of air. A gutteral moan signaled the flood that was erupting in my mouth. Again four strong blasts followed by a few weaker ones and then the drippling of the last of his cum.
I kept his hard dick in my mouth as his climax subsided. As his breathing returned to normal I began sucking his dick once more. I thought he might want to leave right after he shot his load, but since he was on my bed and hard I thought I would try to tempt him with another round. He didn't make any move to stop me or to leave so I continued deep throating him over the next several minutes.
Having abused my throat enough for the time being I came off his dick and began to lick and suck on his balls. He really seemed to like having his balls in my mouth. As I swirled my tongue over each I noticed that little sighs of pleasure and soft whimpering escaped his lips. As I continued to play with his balls I began to kiss and lick the area behind his balls. I put my hands behind each knee and lifted. He got the idea and raised his knees placing his feet flat on the bed. I moved my hands to the back of his thighs and pushed his thighs towards his chest. Again he got the idea and raised his knees more towards his chest.
I'm certain that he had no idea of my plan, but exposing more of the area under his balls and his ass opening up to me was what I was going for. My plan was to lick from his balls to his brown little pucker. If I didn't get too much resistance from him I was planning to rim his hole and maybe - just maybe - slip my tongue in and out a few times before I continued with his blowjob.
The first time I swiped my tongue over his tight pucker his hips bucked up in what I can only guess was complete surprise. I continued to lick between his balls and his sweet brown hole. He was no longer bucking his hips, but he did put his own hands on his thighs as he pulled his knees closer to his chest and opened the area even further. I concentrated on the hole. I slathered the area. Running my tongue over the pucker and gradually it began to relax and open up to my ministrations. As he relaxed I probed the opening with my tongue. At first there was resistance as I pushed by tongue against the opening, but the resistance didn't last very long. Soon I was sliding my tongue in and out of his ass as he moaned and whimpered incoherant words to the ceiling.
As my tongue tired I moved back to his dick. He had leaked a remarkable amount of precum. His navel was filled to overflowing. I lapped up the sweet nectar and decended downward on his dick. It only took a minute before his hips bucked once again. His dick swelled in my mouth and the eruption began. This second time wasn't quite as much as the first, but it was close. I hungrily gulped the precious nectar as he fired volley after volley of cum. As he began to come down from his orgasmic high, I licked the area clean.
Kyle was breathing heavily well after his second climax of the afternoon. I pulled the comforter over his supine body as I left to clean myself up. As I walked out of the bathroom I noticed that Kyle hadn't moved. Upon closer inspection I realized that he was asleep.
Kyle slept for just over an hour. When he awoke, he dressed and left right away. Kyle began stopping by three afternoons each week for the last three weeks of February and the first two weeks of March. The routine was the same for each visit. Kyle would come over, remove his clothes, and leave after his blowjob. For my part I tried to introduce new twists on each visit. Some of those twists were more appreciated and enjoyed than others, but he never really complained about any of them. I didn't press Kyle for any reciprocation. That wasn't our little arrangement. His visits were about his pleasure only, and I was fine with that.
Kyle didn't talk much during any of his visits. I knew about as much about him after five weeks as I did that first day. The second Thursday in March changed that some. Kyle announced that he had a date Saturday night. We talked a bit about his date and his plans for Saturday night.
It seems that his date was going to be a 'sure thing' based on information from a couple of guys in his dorm.
"So where are you taking her? What are you going to do on your date? "I don't know. I guess we'll order a pizza and have it in her dorm or mine." "That doesn't sound like much of a first date. Why don't you try to impress her by taking her to a nice dinner and maybe a movie?" "I've only got $50.00 to spend on this date. There aren't any nice restaurants close to the campus and neither one of us has a car." "Is your roommate going to give you some privacy for the night?" "That fucker better, but I don't know. He seems to have this attitude that if he isn't getting any then neither should I. And he has been whining about having to find a place to go for the night. He might not even stay gone all night, but at least i'd get a few hours of privacy." "Kyle, I'll tell you what... This date seems really important to you so I'm gonna help you out if you want. I'll let you borrow my car for the evening. I will also give you some extra money so you can take her to dinner and to a movie. I know you haven't seen much of the house, but if you like you can bring her back here for the night."
Kyle looked at me strangely.
"That would be just a little too weird. I don't think I could bring her back here and introduce her to you. She'd probably wonder what the fuck was up with me hanging out with you." "Kyle, I didn't plan to be around nor did I expect you to introduce her to me. Here's a plan... You can tell her that I'm your uncle. When you come home it will likely be after 11:00 so by then I'm usually settled in my bed either reading or watching some tv. You can use one of the bedrooms on the second floor so you will have complete privacy. There is also a video room up there that is completely private so you could even bring a movie back here. While I do tend to be an early riser, I will stay in the kitchen area or be out on the screened porch with my coffee and the newspaper." I could see the wheels turning in Kyle's head as he considered the offer. I figured that he would take it. He would be a fool not to. Kyle asked, "What do you get out of it? What do I have to do for you?" This boy/young man certainly wasn't very trusting, but I can't say that I blame him. I'm sure I would be thinking the same thoughts if the situation was reversed. I said, "You don't have to do anything. This is just my way of trying to help you out. I remember when I was living in a dorm. It wasn't all that easy to find privacy. Look Kyle, I'm not trying to force you into anything. I'm just trying to do you a little favor. You can take it or leave it. It is really up to you. Come on... let me show you the house and then you can think about it."
I took Kyle on a tour of the place. He liked the video room upstairs - more because the entrance was hidden behind a bookshelf than for the room inside. I showed him how to adjust the lighting. From there I showed him both of the bedrooms on the second floor. Both contained dark, heavy, and masculine furniture so I think he was impressed. He told me he appreciated the offer and would take me up on it if I really didn't mind. We went back down stairs and to the carport area on the side of the house. I asked if Kyle had a driver's license - he did. I showed him the car - my sports car - my BMW Convertivle Coupe. I also had an SUV sitting next to it that I told him he was welcome to use if he didn't like the sports car. I could see in his eyes that he would probably sell his soul to drive the BMW so the deal was set. I told Kyle to come back Saturday morning. I advised him to bring a change of clothes and a few toiletry items so he wouldn't be packing things in when he brought his date back. I also told him that we'd take the car out so he would be familiar with it later that night.
Kyle was at my door at just after 8:00 Saturday morning. He was hyper. He bounced around the kitchen as I was finishing my coffee. I told him to take his things upstairs and stow them. He literally bounded up the stairs and was bounding back down minutes later. I grabbed a jacket and the keys and we headed out to the car. I tossed the keys to Kyle. After he caught them he jumped in the air - it reminded me of his victory celebrations when his team did something right during a La Crosse game. He unlocked the door with the key fob and settle into the driver's seat as I took the passenger side. I told him where the buttons were to adjust the seat to his liking and he was quickly comfortable and adjusting all of the mirrors. He put the key in the car and turned it over. This car sounded so good when it was running. It was a cool morning, but not cold. I asked if he wanted to have the top down. He seemed anxious to do that so I told him where the switch was and he pressed it lowering the top. I reached back to snap the cover over the top once it was open and tucked away. Kyle was obviously not a jazz fan I noticed as he tuned the car stereo to a station more to his liking. We were ready for take off! Kyle backed up and then drove down the circular drive around the house. At the street I told him to turn left. He followed my directions as I took him on a trip toward town. In town I pointed out great Mexican, Italian, and Chinese restaurants. After we drove a little farther I pointed out a great Steak House. He seemed to pay more attention to that one so I figured that would be his choice for his date. We also drove past a couple of the theaters in town so he could see what was playing. I suggested a chic flick for the first date. He turned up his nose at first, but I told him that it would put her in the mood for close contact and maybe more. All of a sudden he smiled like the idea made sense. After our tour of town I directed him to the freeway onramp. I thought I would allow him to open the baby up so he could enjoy the real thrill of the car. We'd been flying down the highway with the wind in our hair for about ten minutes when Kyle asked how far we were going. I told him he could go as far as he wanted. He looked at me and told me that he could go forever in this car. I just smiled pleased with the knowledge that I was making this guys day in a way that didn't involve sex.
After about 45 minutes of driving he told me that he was going to head back so he didn't use up all the gas. We took the next off ramp then headed back towards town. He asked which exit he should take and I told him. When we were back on the city streets I driected him towards a gas station where I gassed up the car. We headed back home. Kyle parked the car where he found it and came inside with me. I showed him which key unlocked the house as we entered into the kitchen area. I handed him a soda and he sat at the table to drink. He said,
"That was the most fun I've had in a long time. I haven't driven since I started school. That was so cool."
While Kyle was reliving the memories of his drive and the car I pulled out my wallet and handed him two $50.00 bills for his date. He looked at me with wide eyes - unsure if he should take the money or what exactly.
"You don't have to do that. I mean it is really nice and all for you to offer, but I can't repay you. I mean I would really like to take it, but you have already given me too much. You are letting me use the car and you have allowed me to bring her back here for the night. That already is really way more than I should accept." "Kyle, take the money. I want you to have a nice time. Take her to the Steak House for a decent meal then to a nice mushy chic flick after dinner then bring her back here and enjoy yourself. I'd rather have you do that than try to find a way to do it in the car. You have given me a lot over the last few weeks. I appreciate your coming here and allowing me to enjoy you. This is the least I can do to repay you for that." "I never did anything for you though. I mean all I did was lay there while you got me off. That really seems like it was a lot more for me than it was for you. Shit, the first several times I didn't even than you. What about if I do some work for you to earn the money? I don't know what you need done, but I could do yard work or clean out a garage or basement or even clean house for you. It would make me feel better if I could earn the money rather than take a hand out." "It's a deal Kyle. Next weekend you can do some work around here to earn the money." Kyle seemed pleased with our arrangement. He got up to head out. He put his hand out to shake and I did shake it, but he was still standing there when our hands seperated. He thanked me again for everything then stepped in and gave me a huge bear hug, nearly lifting me off the floor. I laughed at him a little because I could tell that he was just a little embarrassed by his show of emotion/excitement. He told me he'd stop back over to pick up the car prior to his date, but I told him to take the car now and save himself the trip. I told him it would give him a chance to have a little more practice driving and that he could show off for his buddies. He really seemed to brighten up at my suggestion. "I can't believe that you trust me with your car. I can't believe that you would let me take it for the whole day. You really blow me away." "I trust you Kyle. I think you have a level head on your shoulders. I believe that you will treat the car as if it was your own. I just don't see you as being disrespectful or doing something that would cause any problems. You should know that sports cars tend to draw the attention of the police so I'm sure you will drive legally and very responsibly to avoid wasting your money on a fine. Now before you go I want you to take this cell phone. You can use it if you want. I'm not concerned about the minutes or anything - and the long distance is free if you want to call your family or friends back home. I want you to have a way to contact me if you run into any problems. My number is programmed into the phone here so if anything comes up or you need to call me for any reason, just dial that number and you will find me."
With that Kyle left. I busied myself around the house for the rest of the morning. I did some cleaning and some gardening. I also made sure to put a supply of condoms in the nightstand next to the bed just to make sure there weren't any unwanted side effects from Kyle's night of fun.
About 5:30 Kyle called on the cell phone to thank me again. I thought that was pretty nice of him. He was getting ready for his date. I mentioned the condoms in the nightstand. I got the impression that he really hadn't thought that far ahead. I also told him that I would leave a bottle of champaigne in the fridge and a couple of glasses on the counter if he thought that might be something he wanted to help the night along. I heard them come in just after I'd turned off my lamp and was getting ready for sleep. I heard the glasses clink so I guessed they were taking the champaigne upstairs. I didn't hear anymore from them that night. I was up at 7:00 the next morning. I wandered into the kitchen in a robe to start the coffee. Kyle was sitting at the table in his boxers holding his head in his hands. I rested my hand on his shoulder. That startled him, but he seemed to calm down when he saw that it was me. I asked him how his date went.
"It was fucked. It didn't go like I planned. I can't believe I wasted all that money for nothing." "Would you like to talk about it?" "Maybe later. What time is it anyway?" "It's a little after 7:00." "Shit! I have to go wake her up and drop her off at her dorm. She has some chior thing this morning and she has to be their and ready by 8:00. I was supposed to wake her at 6:00, but I lost track of time."
Kyle raced up the stairs to wake her. I could hear her racing around the room as she dressed - raising her voice to admonish him for not waking her on time. I went back into my room to hide until they were gone. Once I heard the car start I went back into the kitchen to enjoy my first cup of coffee. I was on my second cup and pulling things from the fridge for breakfast when I heard the car pull in. Kyle was soon through the door and sitting at the same place at the table. I poured him a large glass of orange juice and set it in front of him. He took a sip and sighed. I cut up fresh fruit and warmed some muffins and place all of the items on the table along with a plate for each of us and silverware. When I sat down Kyle looked at me and said,
"I can't believe it. I really am pathetic. I make all these plans and spend money I don't have to spend on this girl I really don't even like just to get laid. I couldn't even score with a sure thing. How fucked is that? I spent all of the money you gave me and wasted nearly a whole tank of gas driving around with her. I was trying to impress her - and I got nothing. I know guys who just paid for beer and got on her." "Where did it all fall apart Kyle? I heard giggling when you got back here so everything seemed fine at that point in the evening." "Yea we got here and everything was fine. I took the champaigne up to the tv room. I had the lights low and just put a CD in the player. We sipped the champaigne - or rather I sipped it and she guzzled it. We were making out. I had her shirt open and her bra open. At that point everything was going fine, but then she wanted to slow down a little so I stopped what I was doing and put my head in her lap. I was laying there nuzzling and kissing her stomach and then started to go lower. When I got her pants open I thought I'd walked into a dead fish wharehouse. She pushed my hands away and fastened her pants. She tells me that it's 'her time of the month'. I couldn't even believe my luck. And then all of a sudden she says that she needs to go home because she has this chior thing. I told her she could stay here. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was hoping to at least get a blowjob or a hand job - something. I showed her to the bedroom and bathroom. When she came out we got into bed together. She let me play with her tits more and she played with me, but just before I was about to get off - she stops. All of a sudden she is really tired and needs to go to sleep. I just laid there with my dick aching and my balls turning blue as I stared at the ceiling. Finally I couldn't take it any longer so I came down here and sat at the table. I thought about waking you up, but decided that there was no reason to make you miserable just because I was."
I allowed him to sulk for a little while. There really wasn't anything I could say that would cheer him up. It had been a date from hell for the poor guy. I knew he was aiming for the stars, but I also knew that he wasn't prepared for the prospect that sex simply wouldn't happen. When I thought he'd cried in his beer long enough I said,
"A dead fish wharehouse, huh? First time I've heard that analogy. Dead, rotting fish... you paint one hell of a visual Kyle."
He looked up and me, smiled, and then stated to laugh. The tension was broken and the bad date was now behind him. Over the next several minutes we laughed about his evening, made some jokes at the poor girls expense, and both of us enjoyed the lighter mood. I offered Kyle more food, but he'd had enough. He asked what my plans were for the day. I told him that it was just going to be a quiet time around the house. He was quiet for a minute or two and had a serious look on his face when I glanced back at him from the sink. He said,
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in doin' a guy another favor..."
It didn't click for me what Kyle wanted. I told him I'd be happy to do him a favor. As I said that I realized that he still hadn't gotten off and he was likely in the mood to do just that. I said,
"I'll race you to the bedroom. I learned a long time ago that playing hard to get doesn't get you sex."
Kyle laughed and took off for the bedroom. I followed him in. He waited for me to enter the room before he started to take off his clothes. It seemed we'd broken a barrier of sorts. Kyle actually talked...
"I like it when you watch me undress. I can see the hunger and desire in your eyes. I think that is erotic."
Who could help but have hunger and desire in their eyes as you watched a damn good looking young man reveal all of his body to you? How could you not lust after his body knowing that any second he would be revealing his hard dick for you to swallow? How could you not desire this hot young guy who only wanted to deposit his load in your mouth - who couldn't wait for me to start taking him over the edge? When Kyle was naked he sat on the bed. He looked up at me and said,
"I wouldn't really mind if you wanted to get naked too. I don't think I could really do anything for you, but if you want to be naked that would be ok with me." I didn't have to be told twice. I discarded my robe and moved toward the bed. Kyle said. "We're about the same size - well except yours is a little thicker I think. So do you have a hard on everytime you suck me or just today 'cause were both naked?" "Kyle you always make me hard." "Do you jack off after I leave? Cause if you want to jack off while you're taking care of me that would be fine." "Lets just see where we end up. Right now all I want to do is take care of your needs."
kyle got comfortable on the bed. I climbed up next to him. I told him to close his eyes and relax. He closed his eyes and sank into the bed. I started by kissing and licking my way from his right elbow to his arm pit. I licked around the area noticing that he was indeed very ticklish there yet he seemed to force himself to keep the area exposed to my tongue and mouth. I licked around his right pec then drew circles with my tongue around his nipple. The closer I got to the nipple the more soft moans escaped Kyle's lips. I sucked on it for a bit teasing it with my tongue and teeth. I drug my tongue down his chest and over his abs stopping to lap up the ample precum that was filling his navel and the area around it. I licked down is shaft to his full, tight sack. I laved his sack as I felt his balls tightening even more within the confines of what was earlier lose skin. He instinctively pulled his knees to his chest and I continued down to his hole. Since he opened himself up to me without prodding from me I used my tongue to attack his hole. I prodded at the opening for mere seconds before it opened to me. I slid my tongue in and out several times while collecting my syliva on my middle finger. I positioned that finder at the opening then licked up his shaft. As I swirled my tongue over the head of his dick I pressed my finger against the opening. I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick then pushed my finger in as I went down on his dick. He pushed his ass into the bed and on to more of my finger as I started bobbing up and down his shaft. I wiggled my finger inside searching for his little magic button. I knew immediately when I'd found it because his hips bucked up forcing his dick into my throat and an ample amount of precum was released into my mouth. I continued my rythym as I slid my finger in and out of his hole - each time brushing over his button. I new he was close. He sphinter muscles began rapid contractions around my finger - spasms is a better description. I went all the way down when I felt the sphinter muscle grip and sweeze my finger. His dick erupted flooding my mouth with the contents of his full and aching balls. When Kyle was calm again and relaxing in the afterglow, he asked me if I wanted to jack off. I explained that I was sure it wasn't something he really wanted to watch or help with and there really wasn't much point to doing it in front of him if he wasn't interested in playing along. I told him that I was fine - even though my dick was as hard as it has ever been and was more than ready for some attention. Kyle stayed hard after his orgasm so I thought I might get another go on his love stick. Out of curiosity I asked,
"I don't suppose that was as good as you were hoping for last night?" "Actually it was probably better though I was really hoping to fuck." "Well if that is all you want, you can fuck me." "How?"
I gave a brief and clean description of what was involved. As I did I noticed that Kyle's erection didn't abait and if anything became even harder. I told him that I had lube and condoms in the nightstand next to him if he wanted to see what it was like I would be happy to show him. I also added that if he didn't like it he could stop and pull out at any time. He didn't give me an answer right away so I knew he was considering the offer. He then asked if it didn't hurt me to do that. I told him that he'd have to enter slowly and allow the muscles to stretch a little before he actually started, but I assured him it was a really enjoyable experience. Kyle asked if I liked to get fucked. I told him that with the right person it was fun. Now in my younger days I was basically a top, but I never minded bottoming for the right guy. I saw relationships as a give and take arrangement and variety was good for both people - established what you liked and didn't as well as giving both parties a chance to experiment as well as roleplay. Kyle turned his head towards me and looked me in the eyes and said,
"Well, you've done a lot for me so I guess I could try to do this for you since it is something you enjoy. I don't know if I can really do it, but the least I can do for you is to try."
I would have believe all of that but his pulsing hard dick told me that this was probably more for him that it would or could ever be for me. If he needed to disguise his reasons for doing it to preserve his straight image of himself then I had no problem letting him lie to himself at this point. Kyle reached into the drawer to get the condoms and lube. I took the lube to get myself ready because I was sure it would be too much to expect Kyle to get me ready. I smeared an ample amount on my hole and began working it inside as I willed myself not to be overcome with excitement but to relax. It only took me a couple of minutes to get myself greased up. I knew it would be painful as the muscles stretched, but I also knew that it would be worth the intial pain that would eventually subside and turn into incredible pleasure for both of us. Kyle watched me prepare myself. When I was finished I wiped my slippery fingers on my robe and opened the condom. Kyle watched as I unrolled it over his erection. I could see his eyes glaze over as his mind focused only on the pleasures that would wash over his body. While it would probably be easier for me to do this doggie style, I wanted to be on my back so I could watch Kyle's facial expressions his first time. I positioned him between my legs then pulled them towards my chest. I was instructing Kyle as I reached down to guide his dick towards my hole. I felt it touch the opening. I willed myself to relax and I rubbed the head of his dick over my opening. When I felt myself relax I had him use gentle pressure to insert himself. He slid inside. I had him wait for a short time as my body adjusted to the invasion. When I relaxed more I had him push in all the way. I stopped him again to allow my body catch up with what I had planned. I felt myself releasing control and encouraged Kyle to slide back and forth.
He drew nearly out then pushed back in - nice and slow and steady. I asked him how it felt.
"Hot and tight..."
Okay Kyle I'm comfortable now so you do what feels good. Go slow or fast, use short storkes or long ones, mix it up and use a combination. If you feel like you are close but aren't ready to shoot then slow down or stop so you can prolong the experience - make it last longer and give yourself more pleasure. I had no idea Kyle would follow my instructions so closely. He must have brought himself to the brink at least half a dozen times already. He had been plowing my ass at a steady pace for well over 30 minutes. I was certainly worn to a frazzle and was about to give up on the idea of jacking myself off in front of him. My dick was hard and I was more than ready. I was even beginning to think that if I started to cum perhaps the muscle contractions would take Kyle over the edge and end this assult. I already knew my ass would be tender for a few days before this started. Now I was wondering if I would ever sit without a donut cushion again. I also wondered what long term effects I would suffer from having my legs in the air for so long. A couple of times as he was plowing away in earnest, he nearly had me bent in half. I consider myself fit and limber for my age, but that position was taking it to the limit. And every time I looked at Kyles face his eyes were closed and his smile seemed to be painted to his face. It was a look of total and utter bliss. How could I want to bring that to an end? I'll tell you how... I never expected a guy his age to go this long. His restraint was unhuman.
I was grunting and groaning in time with Kyle's rythym. I began to stroke my dick. I desperately wanted to get off and get off soon. I was just beginning to establish a stroking rythym that matched Kyle's fucking rythym when I felt his hand on mine. He was stroking me with me. I gradually moved my hand away, and he continued to stroke me. This was doing it for me big time. I was close. Kyle must have sensed it because his pace quickened then became a bit jagged as he used long and short strokes to slam into me - each time seemingly trying to get more of himself inside my body. I started to cum. It was one of the best and most intense orgasmn I could remember. Right after I started spraying cum all over myself, Kyle leaned down and gripped my shoulders and began slamming hard. I felt him swell inside me and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut as his orgasm washed over him. When he was finished Kyle literally colapsed on top of me. I straightened my legs and wrapped my arms around his back. He breathing was still ragged, but it was slowing and calming. He seemed exhausted as I held him in my arms. His dick was still lodged in my ass, but I knew it would be slipping free soon. Kyle hadn't had much or any sleep last night so I figured our morning sex session had zapped whatever evergy he had. I thought he'd roll off me and sleep for a few hours. I was looking forward to examining my ravaged ass and assessing the damage to it as soon as I could get up. Kyle didn't budge. Soon I realized that his steady breathing was a sign that he had drifted off to sleep in my arms. I was thrilled at that. It felt so good to hold him - to be close to him. Finally I needed a trip to the bathroom. I gently rolled Kyle off of my body and onto his back. He didn't seem to wake up during the process. I slipped out of the bed then covered him up with the comforter. I couldn't resist. I bent down to kiss his forehead and as I did he said.
"I love you Paul..."
that brings me to the end of Part Two... thanks for reading my story... If you have any comments or constructive criticism, please contact me at dselliot28@yahoo.com
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