Disclaimer: The following is a love story. It is a work of fiction; neither the characters nor the situations have any reality or actuality in fact. There is strong homosexual content. If this offends you, leave now.
TOMORROW'S PRIZES
By Robert J. Cutter
Copyright 2000 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 4 - Interlude
Jake was calling from the bathroom. I answered that I'd be right in. I quickly cleaned myself and zipped up. I walked to the bathroom and frankly, I was a still little wobbly. When I entered, Jake gave me a big smile; he seemed to be was quite content. He looked radiant and ever so appealing sitting amidst the swirling and bubbling water.
"Need your hair washed?"
He nodded. "An...a...foo...udda...tinks...too," he replied with a very shy smile and a small roll of his head.
"No problem, Jake." I reached for the shampoo and readied the hand held shower. Jake threw his head back, closed his eyes and I washed his hair. He seemed very relaxed and let out some cute little sounds as I washed and massaged his scalp.
"Da...fee...goodah...Gray."
"Thanks. Did you enjoy the Jacuzzi?"
"Yah. Hit...whas...wanner...ful."
"I'm glad you liked it. I personally think it is the greatest thing to happened to a bathroom since the flush toilet." I rinsed his hair, re-soaped it and rinsed again. "Anything else?"
He nodded. "Mah..." and he began pointing to his crotch. I began to feel my cock rising again and this not ten minutes after I had spewed. I brought over a heavy plastic bench that attached to the inside of the tub and secured it. I helped Jake onto it.
"Dis...ess...neet."
"Yes it is. You like it?" He nodded. I looked at his body again and it had the same effect on me as it had the first time. "Okay, where shall I wash?"
He gave me a sly little grin. "Aw...ober..."
Okay? Was this the invitation I had been waiting for? Apparently it was.
I brought a rolling stool over, sat down on it, and drained the tub. I began lathering up a washrag. Jake was smiling and I was smiling too. He held on to a support bar as I carefully began to wash him, beginning with his neck, shoulders and back. I lifted each of his arms and thoroughly washed in his armpits, then let the washrag rub over his beautiful strong arms and chest, down to his waist.
"Dit...fee...so...goo..." He was apparently enjoying my undivided and thorough attentions to his body. I set the washrag aside and with my hands I began to rub the lather into his muscles. His chest, his arms, his neck, his back, his sides - each area received detailed attention from my eager fingers. His skin felt wonderful - soft and pliant, with an underlying enormous strength and power. I noticed that Jake had closed his eyes and tipped his head back slightly as I continued my slow and patient massaging.
I lifted each leg in turn and did an unusually thorough job on each one. The right one was magnificently muscled, wonderfully sleek and so very beautiful. The calf muscle was smooth not bulging, and Jake's thigh were like not huge and thick but stunningly tapered. His left leg showed definite sign of the effects of the stroke; it was slightly withered, though still quite attractive. His foot was quite delicately shaped and sensuous, his toes straight and so very cute. I've never been much of a leg fancier, but Jake's incredibly proportioned right leg was a definite turn-on.
I helped him stand and continued to wash him. While Jake held on tightly to the bar, I soaped over to his gorgeous, tight little ass. I let the washrag slowly caress the marvelous crease between those two wonderfully rounded and very muscular mounds. He let out a cute, sweet moan as I repeatedly cleaned this area - over and over again.
He slowly turned his body until his crotch was almost directly in front of my face. His magnificent dick and gorgeous ball sack were every bit as beautiful as I had remembered...and as I had pictured in my mind during my jack off fantasy. The hot water of the bath had caused his ball bag to drop and that pendulous sack was truly impressive. Jake's equipment was truly impressive - exceptionally spectacular and so...so incredibly inviting. He must have had the most stunning package I had ever seen and I longed to clean every single part.
I looked up at his now very serious face. I was positive he knew what I was thinking...and what I was hungering to do. He nodded his head, closed his eyes and lifted his chin, throwing his head back. He began a slow thrusting of his groin toward me.
He fingered his cock lightly and began to stroke it. I feared for his safety because he was no longer holding the safety bar. This thought passed very quickly, because my eyes were absolutely riveted to his crotch. As I stared, his magnificent cock began to lengthen and grow perceptibly thicker.
My earlier question, about whether Jake could have an erection or not, was immediately answered. The sight of him stroking his cock and the stunning results made me tremendously excited. I slowly brought my hand up and reached out for this huge penis. I gently touched it. He seemed genuinely pleased at my action. He withdrew his hand and whispered a long and low "Yes-s-s-s."
I lathered my hands and slowly brought both of them to his gorgeous cock. I lifted it and began to run my hand up and down the shaft, soaping it and squeezing it as I went along. It continued growing - I could literally feel it being engorged. I sensed that the blood was being pumped into that magnificent organ as fast as his heart could deliver it. As I continued to caress the shaft by moving my hands delicately up and down its entire length, I could also feel and see it lengthening and thickening significantly. It felt fabulous - truly wonderful. It felt absolutely liberating.
Jake began to moan and make some weird noises. It was a strange, almost unearthly sound, yet beautiful and extremely musical in a way. He began to pant heavily and I was afraid he would lose his grip on the bar and fall over.
I steadied him before I brought my other hand up to his beautiful sack, lifting it while also gently soaping the skin and squeezing those marvelous orbs tenderly. Jake made some new noises as I had begun to caress and squeeze this most spectacular testicle pack. His balls were another wonder.
They were quite large and had a marvelous feel to them. They were hard, yet quite soft and tender. They were the testicles of a youthful person, and a delight to fondle and caress. They seemed to float in that silken sack, virtually having a life of their own. I knew that soon, very soon, I would need to feel these exquisite orbs on my tongue and in my hot mouth.
I was entranced at what was happening to this young hunk and very happy that I could make him feel this good. I happily realized that he was quickly feeling comfortable enough with me that he would permit me to jack him off and caress and play with his balls.
His cock was now fully hard and it was very, very impressive. It was quite thick, very veiny, almost perfectly straight and just unbelievably beautiful. I think impressive could probably be a severe understatement. It was more like extraordinary and imposing and totally, undeniably desirable. After being around many so-called "impressive" Hollywood cocks, I knew that Jake's organ was truly stupendous. I estimated that it was probably ten inches long - a decided titleholder. This kid would have been an incredible porno star if he had been physically normal. With his very blonde good looks, with his exciting body and this tremendous dick, this kid was a true winner. I felt myself being more and more drawn to him; I found him irresistible and phenomenally desirable - even with his handicap. Or, maybe, because of it.
The pre-cum was now oozing beautifully and so deliciously out of the wide slit of Jake's cock head. It had an unbelievable attraction for me. I moved my thumb to the head and began moving it around the slit. The incredibly smooth feeling was bolstered by the copious flow of the lubricant. I placed my thump on the thick, luscious foreskin, still partially covering the head, and began to rub it - slowly and soothingly rub that gorgeous piece of flesh over the well-lubricated head. Jake was moaning somewhat louder now and I noticed that his body was beginning to pulsate to a powerful yet totally unheard rhythm.
Jake sported a truly impressive foreskin; I received tremendous pleasure from rubbing it and maneuvering it with my fingers. I continued to jack his mighty organ and then began to slowly and steadily peel back the foreskin that I had been rubbing.
The dark pink head that was now exposed in its totality was an awesome beauty; Jake cock head was magnificent in every way possible - it was large, with a beautiful shape and color. The impressive head had a perfectly shaped helmet glans (like those streamlined helmets that cyclist wear) and culminated in that large slit. This incredible head was the crowning achievement of his truly magnificent penis.
I again slowly moved my thumb over the fabulous terminus of this astonishing cock again - this truly amazing organ that had been so willingly presented for my complete pleasure. Jake was oozing lavish amounts of pre-cum and I was quite amazed at the quantity. Jake began to moaning now in a low, very guttural voice. It was so very different from his normal speaking voice, which was rather high pitched and tenorish. This new sound almost reminded me of the angry growling of a house cat.
I slowly began to massage the wonderful wide slit - over and over. It was opened so very wide and pulsed slightly with every beat of Jake's heart. It was incredibly inviting. My eyes were completely riveted to every movement, every pulsing, every change of this truly noble instrument.
I knew - I absolutely knew - that I had to taste him - and to do it very soon. I had to taste him now! All I needed was just a small taste, I vowed. While continuing to jack that outstanding tool, I slowly brought my lips closer to the head. Jake's eyes were tightly shut and his head thrown back.
When I was less than an inch away, I stuck out my tongue and delicately licked the scrumptious fluid being emitted. I delicately, but forcefully, let my tongue dive into the slit and licked up as much of this precious, free flowing liquid as I could comfortably manage.
I was totally awed by the taste of Jake. It was so clean, so incredibly fresh, so wonderfully mild - just absolutely delicious, like the boy himself. The slight saltiness of it made me think of the ocean waters that this former surfer had made his home for so long. I was exhilarated...and extremely wanting.
With my tongue well into Jake's slit, with one hand jacking his totally spectacular tool, with my other hand massaging and squeezing his balls, Jake began moving his body faster and faster. His whole being seemed to be vibrating in tune with my loving treatment of his stunning body.
His motions were erratic but highly erotic. I removed my face from his crotch and watched him. His face was contorted more than usual - eyes shut tightly, teeth clenched, head tipped back. His chest was heaving at an incredible pace. His beautiful nipples were highly aroused and extended. Jake and his entire being were completely into this session in the most absolute way possible. I raised the hand that had been servicing his balls and gradually slid it along his shimmering body until I reached his right nipple. I began to maul it, not playing gently or coyly with it - I was pinching it and squeezing it with everything I had.
As soon as I began to service his tit, I could feel Jake's cock becoming thicker and longer in my grasp. I could not believe that it could get bigger than it already was - but it did! His motions became even more unpredictable and the sounds he was making were verging on screams.
"Gray...Gray...ah...ham...comin..." Jake suddenly roared. "Ahm...comin...comin..." He turned away from me and began a big rocking motion, thrusting his pelvis back and forth...back and forth. My hands were working his cock and pinching his nipple and he was thrusting...and pushing...and thrusting and pushing, thrusting...He screamed...a high-pitched, lingering wail. And he came! Boy did he ever come!
The power of his ejaculation was as impressive as the size of his stupendous equipment. I continued to have my hand wrapped tightly around his magnificent cock as he reached his powerful orgasm. I could feel it pulsing over and over again - the tremendous raw power of Jake's climax was startling. He spewed and spewed and shot and shot while his body was trembling and continuing to vibrate. He was making the most unearthly growls and ungodly sounds.
During his climax, I had a clear view of the twin mounds of his superb ass. They were clenched very tightly, and thrusting back and forth...back and forth...to the preprogrammed and inborn rhythms of his very being - and nature. It was wondrous. If I hadn't unloaded just prior to my ministrations to Jake, I know I certainly would have come in my shorts.
I estimated that he shot at least nine or ten times - maybe more. It was a fabulous display of the power of the young male. It was like watching a natural wonder in all its glory.
Jake's breathing began to slow down - the panting began to subside - and his cock began to soften slightly - and I helped the boy sit down on the bench. He seemed to be quite exhausted. His head hung down and he was breathing very, very deeply. I became concerned that I had done something that either injured him or that I should not have done at all. After all, he was a severe cripple. I put my hand on his left thigh and squeezed and stroked it slightly. He lifted his head slowly, opened his eyes wide and gave me a big, wide, toothy, crooked smile. It was gorgeous and filled me with warmth and pleasure.
"You okay Jake?"
"Oh...yah. Ah...ham...fine...Gray. Weel...weel...fine..." he emphasized.
I gave him a big smile in return. "Great! Now, let me rinse all this soap off of you so you can out of here."
"Whaa...if...ah...dunt...wanna...ghe...otta...heer?" he queried with a wonderful big smile playing across his face.
"You want to stay in the bathroom?" He nodded and I grinned.
I grabbed the hand held showerhead, turned the water on and rinsed Jake off completely. I helped him step out of the tub, wrapped him in a bath sheet and proceeded to dry him. I rubbed and dried this entire body and loved everything I did. It was a thorough job. I paid particular attention to that scrumptious package and to his beautiful ass and very cute feet.
I'm sure he enjoyed the entire experience because when I was finished and we were about to leave the bathroom, he put his arm around me and pulled me close in a big hug. He also gave me another kiss on the cheek.
I set up the bathroom for his use getting a fresh toothbrush and various other toilet articles out and placing them within easy reach. We walked together into the bedroom, Jake's arm around my waist; I carried his crutch.
The clothes laid out for him on the bed. I helped him dress; again, it was difficult but I was learning how to do it with a minimum of discomfort to Jake. The clothes fit him rather well and he seemed happy with them.
"Hit...nite...tuh...bee...clee...ha...ghen..." he said as he smiled at me.
"I'm sure it is. I always feel so great after a bath or a shower. Would you like to take a nap before dinner?"
He nodded and I helped him get comfortable on the bed. He seemed to sink into the comfort of that bed and nestled in the warmth it provided. I covered him with a light blanket.
"Jake, would you like to go out to dinner tonight or eat here?"
"Eet...ere..."
"Fine. No problem. I think I'll make my special spaghetti alla primavera."
Jake smiled up at me before I left the room.
Chapter 5 - Three's A Crowd
During my dinner preparations, I kept a notepad on the kitchen counter. I wrote down questions as they occurred to me that needed to be asked of Jake.
In addition, I also listed various things that I wanted to do with him and for him - like getting him new clothes, visiting a doctor or hospital, buying a new crutch, etc.
As I was preparing the fresh vegetables for the dish, there was a soft knock at the back door. Cindy, of course, began barking again, and George and Ringo, who had been hanging out in the kitchen with me, scampered away.
"Yes?" I asked as I opened the door. I did not recognize the young man standing there in bibbed overalls and a red flannel shirt. "May I help you?"
"Hi, Mr. Shaeffer. It's me, Carlos. Carlos Geller? Remember?"
"Oh, my God! Carlos! I hardly recognized you. You look just great...really wonderful!" He lowered his head and blushed beautifully. "Come in, come in. How are you doing?"
Carlos entered the kitchen area and we shook hands and then embraced. "I'm doin' great, Mr. Shaeffer. You get back yesterday?"
"Yeah, late last night. And please Carlos, no Mr. Shaeffer. Craig was good enough when we were kids and it's good enough now."
I looked at the darkly handsome young man standing before me. He was more handsome and winning that I had remembered. I figured that he was eighteen years old by now and had grown into a fine young adult. He had become incredibly good-looking since I had last seen him, which was about three years ago, I figured. His dark skin and hair combined with riveting dark eyes made young Carlos an exceptionally tasty dish. He was relatively short, about 5'-7" and was very slim, but real sturdy. "So, tell me Carlos, what have you been doing with yourself? Going to school?"
He nodded. "Yes, sir, I'm going to Mount Hampshire Academy; I'm in my junior year there. Be a senior next year then off to college."
"That's great! I went there, too, you know - Mount Hampshire."
"Yes I do, and your picture's all over the place."
It was now my turn to blush. "So it is, Carlos; so it is. It embarrasses me to know that, however."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about; you were a great student and a great athlete."
"Thanks. So what brings you home?"
"It's spring break. So, I'm home to help the folks and do some relaxing...and partying." We both laughed. "I took care of this house a few days ago; it was like a homecoming."
"You did a great job! Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm making one of my specialties, spaghetti alla primavera - using the original recipe from Le Cirque."
"That sounds great. I'll have to call the folks though."
Carlos called his parents and then proceeded to help me. He was extremely helpful in the kitchen; we worked well together. I thought back to how long I had known Carlos. His parents were the farmers who worked the land I owned. I had known him since he was a baby and the family first came to live at the big house on the property. Carlos was the eldest of six children and I remember when all his brothers and sisters were born. My mom would help Mrs. Geller during her pregnancies and times of delivery, and after the babies would come home from the hospital. Even though I was a few years old than him, we would play together quite often. He was a good friend and we shared many secrets and adventures.
When dinner was almost ready, I went into the bedroom to wake the sleeping Jake. He was not easily woken. This guy was in one very sound sleep. After some major shaking and prodding of his body and speaking to him rather loudly, he began to stir. He gave me a big smile and I told him that dinner was almost ready. He said he would be along in a few minutes.
I told Carlos about Jake and filled him in on the details of finding him in the barn and about his disability. When Jake entered the kitchen eating area, Carlos walked up to him. They shook hands and Carlos introduced himself. Jake did the same and smiled. I told Jake about Carlos and that I had known him for a very long time.
Dinner was very pleasant. Jake ate slowly (as was his habit) and Carlos chatted about school and his summer job at the college. I told him some Hollywood stories and he seemed to enjoy them. I saw him watching Jake very closely. Carlos asked Jake a few questions about his life and growing up in California. He hoped to visit out there next summer before he started college. Jake was more animated than I had previously seen him and he smiled at Carlos and responded to him very positively. Maybe there was a new friendship in the making.
I also found out a few additional things about Jake. These came out during his talk with Carlos. For some reason their similarities in age seemed to prompt much more freedom and openness. I mean, I was only six years older than Jake; but still the difference in our ages almost seem like a chasm - at least it did at times to me.
Jake said that he had three older brothers, all surfers and swimmers. He never graduated from high school; he never returned to school after suffering the stroke even though his parents had begged him to do so. He loved traveling around the country. When asked what he area he liked best, he replied that he loved Seattle, Chicago, New Orleans for cities, hated Dallas, Denver, Phoenix, Salt Lake City, but loved the scenery of Colorado, Arizona and Utah.
I noticed at one point Jake had his hand resting on the table and Carlos put his hand on top. They smiled at each other. Then I noticed that Carlos gave Jake's hand a little squeeze and a little pat. Jake gave him a bigger smile.
Christ! This was incredible! Carlos was flirting with my houseguest! What the hell was going on here? I'll tell you what was going on: I was getting jealous. I was incredibly jealous of the new friendship blooming between Carlos and Jake! How stupid! How infantile! How goddamned astute of me! How right I was!
After dinner, we went into the den for coffee and dessert. Carlos was very solicitous and assisted Jake to the room. I was getting a little annoyed (well, okay, more than a little annoyed - I was getting really pissed) at all the attention that Carlos was paying to Jake. I poured myself a cognac and brought it along with my coffee. Actually, I was the only one having coffee; both Jake and Carlos were drinking Cokes. "Shit! Different generation," I muttered to myself.
The two of them sat together on the couch and Carlos put his arm on the back of the sofa and behind Jake. Jake leaned his head back, gently letting it come to rest on Carlos' arm. "Christ, I didn't know Carlos was gay! Who knew the guy was gay? He'd never given me any indication that he was so bent." Of course, that was not necessarily so. Maybe my fevered brain was reading too much into a few simple actions.
I sat, sipped my coffee and brandy, and quietly fumed. Carlos and Jake were talking together and laughing and I didn't hear what they were saying; I was so annoyed, so goddamned steamed, so pissed off, that I just blocked everything out of my mind except my own thoughts. They whispered things in each other's ears, and smiled and laughed and just plain had a good time. I was particularly pissed that I had asked him to call me by my first name.
I stood up, got the TV remote, and turned it on. I put on a Red Sox game and watched it with the sound very low. God! I was acting so bitchy that it was actually beginning to bother me and make me see myself in a totally unflattering light.
Jake got up, grabbed his crutch and began walking toward the bathroom. Carlos remained seated on the sofa.
"He a very nice young guy," Carlos said to me in a low voice after Jake had left the room.
I nodded but didn't say anything. I didn't even look at him.
"Excuse me for saying so, but he likes you a lot, Craig. An awful lot." Now I looked at him, with a questioning expression on my face. He nodded his head. "Yes. He said you really saved his life and he is so happy that he met you and that you invited him to stay for a while. He really appreciates everything you've done."
I was so surprised to hear this from Carlos and wondered why Jake hadn't said anything to me. "That's very nice to hear Carlos. Thank you."
"And I think it's a wonderful thing to take this guy into your home; I mean, he's a complete stranger and you've welcomed him and made him so comfortable...and helped him out this way. It's just...just marvelous. My folks've always spoken so highly of you and your family. Now I understand why."
"Thank you again, Carlos."
We heard Jake coming down the hall. He came into the room with a big grin on his face. Carlos stood and walked over to him. "It's time to go. I have a very busy day tomorrow and need my rest." He hugged Jake closely and Jake hugged him back with enthusiasm. Then Carlos walked over to me and shook my hand. "Take real good care of each other," he said while giving both of us a big smile.
After Carlos left, I was standing next to Jake; I felt like a real shit, having mentally decided that Jake and Carlos were cooking up something behind my back. I was embarrassed but Jake did not read anything into my actions. At least I thought he hadn't.
I turned and smiled at the beautiful Jake, who was still standing next to me. He slipped his crutch under his left arm and put his right arm around my waist, grabbing on to me rather tightly. I turned and looked at his happy and smiling face and moved very close to him.
I knew I needed to kiss him; the urge was becoming overwhelming. I saw him close his eyes as I approached...approached those waiting lips. I placed a light kiss on them. They felt so smooth and full, and so incredibly soft. As I began to pull back his lips followed mine - he did not want the kiss to end.
After removing the crutch from under his arm, I grasped him tightly around the waist. I held him close and kissed him forcefully.
Chapter 6 - First Night
I was finally in my bed. What a day it had been; what an incredible day! I could not believe that so much had happened since this morning - and late this morning at that! This morning...this morning...it seemed like such a long time ago...it seemed like weeks ago.
Jake was finally tucked into bed. Yes, I literally tucked him into his bed.
He looked like a young kid in that bed. His incredibly young looking face (okay, he needed a bit of a shave) combined with that wonderfully lithe-looking body created the sensation of having an adolescent boy in that bed. Remembering the size of his cock, however, mitigated the impression of a juvenile. I kissed him on his forehead before turning out the light.
Jake was going to sleep in his underwear - actually, to be technically correct, he was sleeping in my underwear. The great part about tucking him in was that I was able to get another look at his wonderful body. He settled down and I covered him. I think he was asleep before I even left the room. I left on more lights than I normally do in case Jake got up during the night; he wouldn't feel so disoriented.
When I got to my bedroom and settled under the covers, I kept reminding myself that I should not be thinking of Jake too much. After all, he was a guest here and I must treat his with respect and courtesy. But what about the jack-off session of a few hours ago? Was that treating him with respect? Maybe yes, maybe no. He did seem to want it and he did seem to encourage me in my actions.
George and Ringo came into my bedroom and after much fussing and a spurt of the usual grab-ass, they settled themselves on the quilt, one on each side of my extended legs. I grabbed a book that I had been reading from the nightstand and started reading. After about five minutes, I realized that I was not concentrating on anything from the printed page. My thoughts were completely about Jake...and his future.
All kinds of crazy scenarios were coursing through my mind. Things about his future, his life, should I let him go back on the road, should I make him stay here, what about taking him to a doctor or hospital for a thorough examination, what are my true feeling to this crippled and almost helpless teen? It was mostly ridiculous speculation...speculation about a person that I had know for less than one day. It was a little stupid and an example of my compulsive behavior...trying to run everything and everyone in my life.
It was 2:37 according to the digital clock by my bed. Something had awoken me but I didn't know what it was. The cats were not on the bed, which was very strange. I sat up but didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. I lay down again and reached to turn off the light, when I heard this terrible moan coming from the family room.
I threw my robe on and walked hurriedly to where I'd heard the scream emanating from, turning lights on along the way. When I got to the family room, I heard the moaning sound again. I quickly turned on the lights and saw Jake on the floor. He was bloody, and still dressed only in his underwear.
"My God! Jake! What happened?"
He looked up at me with a terribly frightened expression on his face. He looked to be absolutely panicked - the proverbial deer caught in the headlights syndrome. I noticed glass on the floor near where he lay and his right hand and his face were bleeding.
"Jake, do you know what happened?"
He shook his head. "Dunno...dunno...dunno..." he just kept repeating. I speculated that he had lost his way and had accidentally walked into the glass doors leading to the terrace breaking one of the small panes.
"Did you get out of bed?" He nodded. "Did you try to go to the kitchen?"
He shook his head. "Pack...I...nee...mah...pack..."
"Your pack? But your pack is in your bedroom - on top of the dresser in there. Didn't you see it?" He shook his head. "What do you need your pack for, Jake?"
"Ah...nee...mah...mah...mah." He began scratching his head, obviously not remembering what he thought he had need. "Ah...ha...some...ting...in...it."
"Okay, we'll check that in a minute. First, let me help you up and get those cut cleaned up and treated." I helped him stand up and looked for his crutch. I didn't see it. That was strange. How did he get all the way into the family room without his crutch?
Jake had his right arm tightly around my waist and he hopped along next to me. When we entered his bedroom, I turned on the lights and noticed his crutch still standing next to the bed. "Jake, how did you get into the family room without your crutch?" I asked rather perplexed.
He just looked at me and smiled slightly. "Hop...hop..."
"Okay you hopped. But why did you think your pack was still in the family room when it's right here." I held up the pack. "And why did you need it in the middle of the night?"
He looked at me with a rather blank expression and began to scratch his head. "Dunno...dunno..." he just kept repeating.
"I really think that you had a bad dream and just imagined that you needed your pack. And that your pack was in the family room." He nodded very slightly. "Let me get some items and clean you up and treat your scratches."
I came back into bedroom carrying various first-aid items. With a damp washrag, I cleansed his wounds then applied an antiseptic, some anti-bacterial cream and then a couple of bandages. When I had finished, he looked like a little boy who had been in a bad childhood mishap. I smiled; it seemed a little incongruous to have me treat him like a child. But that's what he was like to my eyes - a semi-helpless child.
Jake was sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked so cute, so very handsome and so incredibly desirable. His beauty just shone through - shone through my sleepiness and his. I looked down at the old pair of briefs he was wearing and his basket was amazing. I remembered the size of his equipment - that magnificent penis and the low hanging ball sac with those two incredible nuts - and I found myself getting excited all over again. I knew that this was not the time for sex play. I realized that I must take charge again and be the adult.
"Okay, Jake, time to go back to sleep. It's 3 AM and we both need our rest." He shook his head. "No? You don't want to go back to sleep?"
He pointed to the opposite side of the bed. "Ooo...stay...ere...pweeze..."
I did not immediately grasp his meaning...and then I did. I was surprised and, frankly, quite delighted. "You want me to be in bed with you?" He nodded and smiled.
Sleep together? Jake and me sleeping together? It was a most intriguing prospect and one that was more than a little inviting. I knew it was an opportunity that I could not readily refuse.
"I'd be very happy to do that," I replied. And I was very happy. The thought of sleeping with this beautiful guy seemed like a wonderful idea. "Let me close the lights in my room and I'll be right back."
I returned to my bedroom. George and Ringo were sitting on the blanket; they just stared at me as I walked in. Cindy was sitting near the foot of the bed and she looked at me with a "What's going on" look. I shut off the lights and grabbed my book.
When I returned to Jake's room he was already under the blanket and his right arm lay on top. I walked to the other side of the bed, turned down the blanket and turned on the light. I removed my robe. When Jake saw that I was naked under the robe he gave out a little whistle.
I smiled at him. "This is the way I sleep - the way I've always slept."
He returned my smile and sat up. He slid his briefs off in a rather jerky motion, then turned to me and signaled that he wanted the tee shirt to be removed. I was only too happy to accommodate his request and slipped his shirt off. I thrilled again at the sight of his beautiful chest.
"Oooo...har...bootifuh..." he said slowly with a big, beautiful smile on his face.
"Thanks, Jake. You are very beautiful too." His smile got even bigger and he leaned toward me and kissed my cheek. "You are a very loving person and a delight to know. I'm so happy that you've decided to stay here for a while."
"Ah...ham...appi...too..."
I slipped under the blanket. George and Ringo jumped on the bed and began their ritual of settling down. Cindy came into the room, looked here and there, sniffed around for a while and then made herself comfortable near my side of the bed.
I had to read for a few minutes - this was my pre-sleep habit and I could not break it. I reached for the book while Jake moved closer to me. He snuggled close up to me, put his right arm across my chest and looked up at me with sad, puppy dog eyes. I looked at him, into those gorgeous, warm green eyes. I smiled and he returned it. After making himself very comfortable, he closed his eyes and I knew he had fallen asleep rather quickly.
I read for about fifteen minutes, then turned off the light and settled in. Jake shifted slightly but remained in basically the same position. His head rested on my chest, his right arm across my lower abdomen. I reveled in the feel of his smooth, warm skin against mine; the touch of his almost hairless body was almost miraculous.
My thoughts were relatively calm and rather clear, considering that I had this beautiful youth in my bed - or, rather, that I was in his bed. I put my hand over his and I leaned my head against his head, and I sort of drifted off in thought.
His smell was absolutely wonderful. I wallowed in the fresh scent he exuded. It was a combination of the soap he had bathed with - that I had lovingly washed him with - and his own unique, concentrated aroma. I swore I could still smell the ocean and the sand and the beach emanating from him.
It was like these elements had become part of him - part of his very being. He smelled so delicious and refreshing, like no other man - no other person - I had ever been with. I knew that Jake was going to be a matchless encounter in my catalog of experiences. His cock was practically unique in its size and beauty.
I really hated thinking of him this way and chided myself for doing so. He was more than another conquest or another lay. He was a beautiful youth and he needed to be treated with respect, gentleness and, hopefully, a lot of love. I had to laugh to myself; his climax this afternoon while I was washing and jacking him was anything but gentle. But I knew I needed to proceed slowly and cautiously with Jake. His crippled condition dictated that business as usual was out and that I must take a whole new approach if I ever wanted to have sex with him.
Of course, the biggest obstacle to the establishment of a relationship between Jake and me was that I didn't know if Jake were gay or not. Having me jack him off was not an indicator of his sexual leanings; he could merely have been very horny and needed to get off - get relief. I again warned myself of taking things too fast or of trying something that would alienate Jake from my good graces. 'Nice and easy, Craig...nice and easy...there's no need to rush...no need to push things too fast...take everything nice and easy...and slow...and..."
(To Be Continued...)