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by
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Chapter
Three
1.
The sun
reflecting off the mirrored windows of a building in the left of his
window awoke Matt just before seven. He moved his head slightly and
the glint disappeared. He considered going back to sleep. Because of
Tim's arrival, he had taken a half-day Thursday and a full day Friday
from work. Their appointment with the headmaster at the University
School was not until eleven, so he could afford to sleep in.
He looked
down at the sleeping form of the boy in his arms. All night, Tim had
lain on him, his arm thrown across his chest, his legs straddling
Matt's thigh. Matt had slept with quite a few men over the years
since his divorce, even before then. However, never had it felt so
good, so right. Even when he had lived with Jason, he had never felt
the love, the need, the joy he felt that morning waking up to find
his son in his arms. Perhaps this was what had been missing from his
life, what he had been searching for all those nights cruising the
bars, the love of his son.
He gazed
down at the boy's beautiful face, at the thick, reddish-blond hair
that fell over his eyes young model jpgs and across Matt's chest, at the sprinkling of
freckles across the long, thin nose and the high cheekbones, at the
delicate lips. He saw the lips quiver slightly and heard litle models top
a soft
sound. Tim's hips churned slightly and he felt the boy's cock begin
to grow against his hip. He wondered what the boy was dreaming.
Twenty-four
hours before, he had been terrified that Tim wouldn't like him or
that he couldn't be a good father. Now, as he felt the soft, warm
breath of the boy against his skin, he knew that he needn't have
worried. He loved Tim more than he ever realized he was capable of
and, because of that, everything would work out. The challenges of
fatherhood, so quickly thrust upon him, would be easily overcome as
long as he had the love of the boy in his arms.
Tim let out
another "mmmph" as his thrust his hips forward against Matt
again. Matt smiled and slowly, gently rolled the boy onto his back.
Tim started to awaken, but as Matt rolled over with him, slipping his
left arm under his head and around his shoulder, Tim seemed satisfied
and drifted off again. Matt waited a moment and then allowed his
right hand to slip down the boy's body to his briefs. As he lesbian models kissed
Tim's forehead, he laid his hand over the tight fabric and felt the
pulse of the boy's erection.
Slowly, he
rubbed his hand up and down the firm shaft of Tim's boyhood, feeling
it press upward against the cloth of his underwear. Steadily,
relentlessly, he rubbed as Tim spread his legs wider in his sleep.
His breathing had quickened and Matt could see his son's eyes darting
back and forth under the closed lids. He could only imagine the
exciting dream the boy must be having.
Tim
whimpered softly and pushed his hips upward against Matt's hand.
Suddenly, he felt the boyish erection pumping against his hand as
Tim's hips churned slightly. Then, he relaxed, his orgasm spent. Tim
rolled back over onto Matt and the man smiled. myanmar nude model
He squeezed the boy
and closed his eyes with joy.
An hour and
a half later, Tim awoke to the smell of bacon frying. He felt a chill
and realized he was alone in bed. He looked around the room and
couldn't see his father. A momentary panic dissipated as he realized
his dad must be in the kitchen.
The bacon
smelled good and slowly, he roused himself. Crawling from under the
covers, his boner pushing his briefs outward, he stumbled across the
room to the bathroom and peed. When he was finished, he staggered
down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Matt was at
the refrigerator pulling out a carton of eggs when he saw Tim
standing sleepily in the doorway. He grinned and placed the eggs on
the counter as he held his arms out.
"Come
here, little guy," he said.
Tim smiled
and came to him. But, when Matt put his hands on the boy's back, Tim
yelped and jumped.
"Your
hands are cold!" he declared.
"Oh!
I'm sorry!" Matt cried before leaning down and kissing the boy's
forehead. "I didn't think. I'm making breakfast. Why don't you
go get dressed?"
Tim
examined the khaki slacks and gray pullover sweater Matt was wearing
and asked, "Should I dress up?"
"Just
regular school clothes. This afternoon, after we're finished at
school, we'll go to the mall and get you some more clothes. Any style
you want!"
"I've
got enough clothes," Tim said soothingly.
"No,
you don't. Two suitcases aren't enough. You need lots of fun stuff.
Now, go get some clothes on that cute body."
Tim posed
in the doorway.
"Don't
you softcore model like me this way?"
"Yes,
but Dr. Littleton might not. Now go, brat."
Tim gave an
obnoxious look and just before running down the hall, he taunted Matt
with another, "Old man!"
Matt raised
a spatula as if he was going to swat the boy's butt and Tim ran
giggling down the hall.
2.
"So,
which one's our apartment?"
Tim and
Matt stood in the middle of Farragut Park gazing up the building
across the street. The late afternoon sun was shielded behind the
tower and young modells nonude a cool breeze tossed their hair across their faces. Tim
zipped up his windbreaker as he looked to Matt for his reply.
"Well,
the parking garage is five stories and the apartments begin on six.
So count up to twenty-one and ours is the first one on the left."
"How
many floors are there?" Tim asked as he counted upward.
"Twenty-eight.
The Winstons have the whole north side of the top floor. That's where
we're going tonight."
"They
must be rich."
"They
are."
"How
do you know them?"
Matt paused
and took a breath, debating how much he should say.
"Come
on, now," Tim chided. "No secrets."
Matt
smiled.
"OK. I
used to date their son."
Tim opened
his eyes wide.
"They
didn't care?"
Matt shook
his head.
"They're
pretty liberal about things. They donate a lot of money to gay causes
and AIDS prevention and things like that. Kevin died a couple of
years ago, so I'm kind of a surrogate son for them."
Tim paused
a moment as they started walking through the park. There were some
older teenagers to their right playing hackysack and some kids
tossing Frisbees in little angelteenmodel net
front of them. Their laughter and chatter
competed with the sounds of rush hour around the park. Finally, Tim
asked, "Did he die of AIDS?"
Matt nodded
solemnly.
"Do
you have AIDS?" Tim asked, afraid to look up. Matt took
him gently by the shoulders and smiled down into his worried face.
"No,
Little Dude. I don't have AIDS and I'm not HIV-positive. God only
knows why," he added, "but I always, always make my
partners wear a condom."
"Why
don't you wear one?"
Matt
blushed, trying to figure out how he was going to finesse this one.
Finally, he decided that honesty was the only way, though he could be
discreet about it.
"Well,
I normally am not the one who's doing what you need the condom for."
"Oh,"
Tim replied matter-of-factly. "You're the bottom."
Well, Matt
thought. So much for discretion. Yes, you're old man gets fucked.
"Um,
yeah. So how do you know so much about gay things?"
Now it was
Tim's turn to blush and look downward. Matt grinned and gently
punched him in the shoulder.
"No
secrets. Remember?" he chided.
Tim smirked
and nodded.
"Randy
and his brother used to steal this magazine from their neighbor's
trash. It had stories model jacklyn sappha
in it and we would read them when we were
rubbing off. young models lola 'Sides. Eric was really smart about gay stuff."
"Hmm,"
Matt responded, not at all certain he liked Eric, though in 1973,
Matt himself had been shoplifting Penthouse Forum from the
neighborhood convenience store.
They came
to the statue of Admiral Farragut, for whom the park was named, and
Tim sat down on a bench. Matt saw a serious look on the boy's face
and realized it was time for another serious conversation. He knew he
would have to get through several of these in the early days of their
relationship, childmodels free stuff as father and son grew teeny nudist model to know each other. He sat down
beside the boy.
"What's
up?"
"Dad,
did you and Mom get divorced because you're gay?"
Matt said
nothing for a moment and then underwater models quietly replied, "That was one of
the reasons."
"Well,
how come you got married if you knew you were gay?"
Matt
shrugged.
"Well,
it's complicated."
"I
figured it was."
Matt
grinned.
"Yeah.
Well, your Mom and I were friends in high school. Actually, she was
friends with me and my boyfriend, Mike. Mike and I were in love and
she was one of those girls whose like to hang with gay friends
because they aren't always trying to hit on them. Well, when we were
juniors, Mike's parents caught us in an embarrassing situation and
they lost it and it got really ugly."
He paused a
moment and then said, "Mike killed himself."
Tim looked
up and saw Matt gazing off into space. He put his hand on the man's
leg and waited for him to continue.
"Anyway,
I decided I couldn't be gay anymore and so Jenny I started dating and
in the spring of our senior year, she got pregnant with you. Well,
her parents wanted her to get an abortion..."
He stopped,
instantly regretting that he hadn't considered how Tim might react to
that news. He looked over and the boy was looking downward.
"Hey,
I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking again."
"It's
OK," Tim replied quietly. "I knew Grandma and Grandpa
didn't like me."
Matt shook
his head angrily.
"They're
just the kind of judgmental assholes who would punish the son for the
father's actions."
He waited a
moment and then put his arm around Tim before continuing.
"Well,
I told her I'd marry her and support her in college if she kept you.
So she did. We got married. We went to megan teen model FU since it was right there in
town portal nonnude models and you were born in October. I was so thrilled and I loved you
so much. And, little angelteenmodel net
I worked full-time and went to school full-time. It was
hard, but I did it. Then, that summer, I met Jason. We were both
waiters at the same restaurant and one day, I brought him home while
your mother was at the doctor's with you. Well, your grandparents
caught us in bed and, well, the rest is history. You mom decided that
I would be a bad influence on you and her parents really did myanmar nude model a number
on her. We got a really hard-ass women's-lib judge who hated men and
I was so racked with guilt and shame that I agreed to everything."
"That's
why you agreed to never see me again?" Tim asked quietly.
Matt looked
away, fighting back tears. He nodded.
"I
bought all the shit she and her parents were saying about how I would
be a bad influence on you and how I didn't deserve to be a father. A
year later, I tried to commit suicide. Jason saved me and we moved in
together. I finished school and moved here and, that's pretty much
it."
Tim had
leaned against his father and Matt hugged him tightly, adding,
"Except to say that I never stopped thinking about you. Ever."
Tears had
formed in Tim's eyes as he snuggled tightly against Matt. The two sat
silent, hugging and watching the Frisbee players beyond.
3.
"Timothy
Cameron, you are the best dressed ten year-old in the city!"
Jason and
Steve were standing in front of the restaurant as Tim and Matt walked
up. Tim had dressed for dinner and the party in black slacks, a white
turtleneck, and a paisley vest. His light orange-blond hair fell
neatly down over his forehead and swept back over his ear, touching
his collar in the back and shining in the lanterns by the door of the
English-style pub. Tim smiled proudly and beamed at his father.
"We
went to Nieman-Marcus today!" he gushed. "Dad spent a
thousand dollars! Can you believe it?"
The two men
smiled model leslie young at Matt, who replied, "Well, what are credit cards for?"
Steve shook
his head in wonder.
"He's
spectacular. We have to shoot him in that outfit tomorrow. I
spoke to Cartman today and they want pictures Monday."
Tim looked
at his father with excitement. Matt frowned.
"I
kind of had plans for us tomorrow."
"We
can do it in the morning and then you can have the afternoon free.
How's that."
"Come
on, Dad! Please! I want to be a model!" Tim begged.
Matt
chuckled. "Sure. Of course."
The boy
beamed and as the hostess led them to a booth, Tim watched as a dozen
pairs of eyes, india teen model
most of them male, followed him across the dark
restaurant. Tim felt as if he was on display and he loved the
feeling. But, when they reached the booth and Matt gave him the
choice of sitting on the inside or the outside, he slipped into the
booth and let Matt sit on the outside. It gave him a warm feeling, a
sense of protection and security.
Sitting
inside the large, dark wood booth, Tim looked around at the three men
with him and smiled broadly. Jason gave him a grin and a wink as the
men ordered beer.
"I'll
have one, too!" he declared.
"No, I
think you'll have a Coke," Matt said. Tim pretended to pout
until Jason gave him a light kick under the table.
"So,
Thing, I hear you're going to the brain school."
Tim grinned
and nodded.
"Yes.
We enrolled this morning. Dr. Littleton, he's the Headmaster, he's
really cool. Everyone in the school is smart so I won't be the
teacher's pet anymore and I won't get beat-up all the time anymore."
Matt bit
his lip and put an arm around the boy.
"Yeah.
Life's going to be a lot nicer for you now. I promise."
Tim
snuggled close to his father as Jason and Steve smiled. myanmar nude model Jason watched
Matt's face for a moment and then said, "You know, I haven't
seen that glow in your eyes for a long christina model topless time."
Matt nodded
and looked down at his son.
"I
know. Who'd have thought that I could be a daddy?"
"You're
a great one," Tim declared.
The waiter,
a college-age guy with longish dark hair, returned with their drinks
and seemed particularly friendly, especially to Tim, to whom he gave
a flirtatious wink. Tim blushed and grinned as Jason watched with
amusement, the only one of the men to notice. They ordered sandwiches
and as the waiter departed, Jason grinned at Tim.
"You
know, you're dangerous. You're going to give your dad a heart attack
before you've even hit puberty."
"What?"
Tim declared. "I don't young ass models know what you're talking about!"
"I saw
the way you were flirting with that waiter. Don't you play innocent
with me, Miss Thing!"
Matt raised
his eyebrow and pinched Tim's nose.
"We
may need to have a little talk about your new found freedom."
Tim crossed
his arms petulantly and said, "I can't help it if I'm cute."
"Oh,
man," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "I think I'm going to
puke. If he's like this now, what going to happen when the hormones
kick in? By the way," he added looking to the side, "Isn't
that the guy from the other night over there?"
Matt looked
to his right and, seated three tables away, was Scott, the blond hunk
with whom he had ventured to the back persian models room at the bar on his
birthday. He was sitting with a couple of other handsome men in their
thirties and a boy of maybe twelve or thirteen, with white blond hair
cute in a moppet style and combed downward. When his eyes met
Scott's, Matt nodded and smiled and then looked away discreetly. Tim
watched the whole thing.
"So,
is that guy someone you dated?" he asked.
Steve
grinned as Matt squirmed uncomfortably.
"Yes,
Daddy. Do tell."
Matt shot
him a murderous look and kid nude models replied, "I ls pretten models
think I may have met him
once."
He shot
Jason and Steve evil looks and both reconsidered the sarcastic
replies they had been considering. Tim simply snuggled, content that
he was now the center of his father's attention and anticipating the
excitement of the party to come and night afterward.

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