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Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2018 13:37:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tutor And More

This is a re-post of a story that I wrote 13 year ago. It has been edited
and added to and in the process, the sex is minimal and will pick up in the
second chapter. Deal with it. The usual disclaimers apply. We all know them
so either come or go as it suits you or the laws in your area dictate.
There is no shred of truth to this story; I don't know these two boys, have
never heard of these two boys. It's only a simple little story. Just enjoy
it.

Feedback is always welcome. Please put the title in the subject line. With
275 stories on Nifty the words "that story" don't help much.

Hugs
Tag_m

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They were an unlikely couple from the get go. I mean, you know how you look
at some couples and go, like, NO FUCKING WAY. That is just the way people
would have reacted to the idea of Nathan and Tiger being together. They
seemed like complete opposites; the only real apparent similarities were
that they were both just under fifteen years old and boys.

Nathan came from a family in the upper socio-economic level, that is, one
with money and class. Like many children in such families, he was very
pleasing to the eye; he carried his usually well dressed five foot seven
inch slender frame well and seemed to fit in no matter where he was. His
beyond ear and eyebrow covering dark hair almost always seemed to be in
place despite the long layers, and the light colored new age braces on his
soon to be perfect teeth hardly noticeable. He had a certain twinkle in his
blue gray eyes that made girls his age itch in places they didn't want to
talk about. While the family money could buy Nathan practically anything he
wanted or needed, it couldn't buy him brains, or at least a way to improve
the abilities of the ones he already owned. Sweet, cute, even-tempered,
Nathan's grades verged on pathetic. It wasn't that he didn't try but was
more like he couldn't seem to focus, at least for the past couple of years,
because his earlier grades had been good.

Tiger on the hand came from lower class people, that is, poor. He was a lot
of things that Nathan wasn't; short at a stocky five two, dirty blonde hair
that always seemed too long and flipped out at the end creating
wings. While his face was smooth, he could have benefited from the same
braces that Nathan wore except that there was no way in hell Tiger's mom
could afford them on the wages that either of her two jobs paid. Emerald
green eyes were his most dominant feature and that may have provided yet
another similarity. Girls found those eyes very intriguing but his smart
mouth, surly behavior and bad boy attitude generally prevented anyone from
finding out what he was really like.

Overall, Tiger could be considered to be cute, in a rakish sort of way. His
biggest saving grace was that he verged on being brilliant. Where Nathan
had difficulties with schoolwork, tiger had none at all, placing him at the
top of every class with what appeared to be relative ease.

The boys' opposite approach to school was how they came to be together but
was not their first encounter. That was a totally different matter.
Nathan's family had recently moved to the mid sized town where Tiger had
lived for the past six months, and Nathan's father commuted into the city
every few days to manage the family businesses while the rest of the time
he managed it from his home office. Tiger was doing what he usually did,
wandering around minding his own business one chilly spring day and came
across a small group of people, the center of which was a taller well
dressed boy. Tiger assessed the situation immediately and although not a
hero by any means, he often went with the underdog. It was a position he
was acutely aware of on a number of levels.

As he approached, Tiger could see that the boy's lip was bleeding.
Furthermore, he could tell that unless he intervened in the process the
well-dressed boy would get hurt even more. It was a three to one situation,
the three being known by Tiger and every other kid at school as bullies of
sorts. The odds didn't bother Tiger in the least. Growing up poor he was no
stranger to scrapping. As he got closer still, a variety of scenarios
played themselves out in his head so that when he finally spoke, he was
ready.

"A little unfair isn't it?" he said. The whole group turned and the leader
of the three retorted with a sneer,

"What's it to you stumpy?" The bully's two friends thought that was pretty
funny, nodding their heads and mumbling "yeah" under their breath. The
leader then stepped forward toward Tiger and with both hands attempted to
push Tiger's chest, except that Tiger wasn't there. He dropped to his right
knee; the left foot still firmly planted on the sidewalk, and brought his
closed right fist in an uppercut between the boy's legs.  If he'd lashed
out straight, Tiger would have been more prone to hit the kid's cock and
not the desired target, which was a set of nice soft teenage balls. Coming
up underneath guaranteed a direct hit that doubled the kid over.

Standing straight up, both hands held tight together, Tiger caught the boy
under the chin, snapping his head backwards. He was barely upright when he
spun on his right foot and snapped the left one out in a roundhouse kick
that caught a second boy behind the knee, causing the kid to topple to the
concrete. He allowed his body to follow through with that motion and landed
in a back stance, right side facing the third boy who simply looked
stupid. There was a pause while the other boy's brain tried to assimilate
what had happened in less than ten seconds. When he did come to his senses
he put both hands out in front of himself, palms out fingers up, in the I
don't want no trouble gesture.

Tiger relaxed and turned to the Nathan and asked if he was okay.  Nathan
said that he was and started to thank Tiger who only said, "Good," and
started to walk away as though nothing at all had happened, rather like the
lone ranger.

"Wait," Nathan called after him then walked fast to catch up with his
savior. "Really, thank you, I appreciate what you did for me."

"No problem," Tiger responded while continuing walking without turning to
face the boy he'd rescued.

"Can you just wait a second," Nathan said, exasperation in his voice. Tiger
stopped and turned,

"What?" he asked. "You wanna be best friends or sumthin? Hang out after
school and all that shit. I don't have time nor the inclination and I don't
need friends," he turned and resumed his stroll without looking back
leaving Nathan standing alone on the sidewalk with his arms dangling at his
side.

It was another two weeks before the boys were finally introduced formally,
and it was for completely different reasons. In an attempt to help to help
his son get at least average grades, Nathan's father met with a school
counselor in the hope of gaining a tutor for the boy. The counselor was
familiar with Tiger's brains and the boy's financial straits and loner
status. Because Nathan's father was willing to pay handsomely for tutoring
services, the counselor figured that she might be able to help Tiger out at
the same time, assuming that he would even be open to
tutoring. Mrs. Cartman told Nathan's father that she had a student in mind,
would talk to the student and have that student contact Mr. Daniels and
they could make whatever arrangements suited them.

Tiger caught Mr. Daniels at home a few days later, just after dinner. Tiger
listened while Mr. Daniels made his pitch. Tiger wasn't all that sure he
wanted to associate with a "spoiled brat" of a kid, not knowing if that
assessment was even true or not. On the other hand, it had the sound of
money to it, so he agreed to meet the man.

So it was that Tiger found himself standing on the front steps of a
two-story brick colonial in a neighborhood that, under other circumstances,
he might find himself getting arrested for loitering in. One side of the
huge double doors opened and a woman, obviously a maid, said,

"May I help you?"

"I'm spose to be meeting Mr. Daniels," Tiger said, not feeling the least
bit intimidated. The maid ushered him into the large open foyer then down a
wide hallway where she knocked on a half opened door.

"Come," a deep voice called from the other side. The maid stepped to the
side and waved Tiger in.

Not a huge room, it was none-the-less, large. A huge Cherry wood desk
dominated one corner where a very well groomed middle-aged man in a 3 piece
suite was getting up from his seat. Coming around the end, he held out a
hand toward Tiger, offering a shake.

"You must be Tiger," he said with an easy open smile, "Paul Daniels. Have a
seat please," he said indicating a couple of over stuffed leather chairs
situated around a small coffee table about ten feet in front of a large
fireplace that was laid but not lit. Tiger glanced around quickly as he
walked toward the chair and sat, impressed with the floor to ceiling
bookshelves that housed a great many leather bound volumes as well as
framed pictures, some of which appeared to be family, other's more business
focused. The look about was not lost on Mr. Daniels.

"Do you like to read?" the man asked and Tiger responded that he spent a
few hours behind the printed page when he had free time and when asked what
he'd read the boy rattled of a variety of classics which ranged from the
Hornblower series to Dante's Inferno with a side trip to Kurt Vonnegut.

That's very impressive," Mr. Daniels responded but was interrupted by
another light knock on the door. Tiger turned to see the maid coming toward
them with a tray that contained large glasses of milk along with what
looked and smelled like fresh brownies. She set them on the table between
the two chairs then asked if there was anything else Mr. Daniels required.

"No, thank you Millie, please have Nathan come see me when he gets home."
As the maid left Mr. Daniels indicated to Tiger to help himself.

"I'm guessing that Mrs. Cartman explained what I needed so let's get down
to it. My son Nathan's grades have gone down the toilet in the past two
years. I need someone to tutor him and my thought is that another student
might be worth a try, since his last tutor was an adult and the two never
did get along. I understand that you may be the brightest kid in your class
so I'm hoping that you'll be able to help us out. For my part, I'll pay you
fifteen dollars an hour, would like you to spend a couple of hours a day
with Nathan, more if you'd like. I fully understand that every single
minute you're together won't be spent on studying and that's all right as
long as some work gets done. If you need to get to and from the library or
some other place as part of your studies I will make sure you get what you
need. I'd like to see Nathan get at least C's, anything higher than that
would be well received and as well as rewarded. How does it sound so far?"

Tiger's brain had been assimilating the information as fast as Paul Daniels
put it out there. Overall it translated to about 400 hundred dollars a
month, more money than he'd ever had at his disposal ever. Of course it
meant spending a lot of time with another person who he may or may not get
along with and at that point in time he was thinking that he'd get saddled
with a spoiled brat but for that kind of money he'd manage. Still, it was a
lot of money and Tiger figured that unless the kid was totally off the
hook, he, Tiger, would manage.

Tiger had purposely not allowed himself to get close to anyone since he was
eleven and his mother moved them away from his best friend Mike. He'd known
and loved Mike for as long as he could remember, missed him horribly those
first months, and decided that he would not allow himself to get that drawn
in again, nor would he allow someone else to take Mike's place in his,
Tiger's, heart. No, it would be a job, nothing more, nothing less.

"I can live with it Mr. Daniels," Tiger informed the man who responded that
he was pleased and reached out to shake hands on the deal. Truth be told
Tiger was impressed with Paul Daniels. The man treated him like an adult,
an equal who didn't bullshit around and if the son were even remotely close
in temperament then the job would be a piece of cake.

The front door opened then shut and as a figure passed by the door to the
den Paul called out, "In here son." The door nudged open and in walked
Nathan who stopped short when he got closer to where his father and Tiger
were sitting and recognized the young teen. The look on Tigers' face was
one rarely associated with the boy who worked hard at not showing
surprise. This time he failed.  The look on both boys' faces was not lost
on Paul Daniels at all.

"Do you two know each other?" he asked, looking from one boy to the
other. Tiger, rarely at a loss for words, recovered quickly.

"Yeah, we seen each other around school but never really talked." Although
Nathan was nodding his head in agreement Paul wasn't buying it. The look of
shock was too much for such a simple answer but Paul wasn't one to press
his son. If it were something important he believed he'd hear about it one
way or the other. Instead he introduced the boys who shook hands in
welcome.

"Tiger has agreed to tutor you Nathan, can I assume that you will
co-operate in this endeavor?" Nathan nodded his head in the
affirmative. "Good," Paul said. Then to Tiger, "You're on the payroll as of
right now. Nathan, why don't you show Tiger the house and you guys figure
out how you're going to approach this problem." He turned and went back to
his desk as the boys headed for the door.

"Oh, Tiger, please stop in and see me before you leave so I know what the
general plan is and we can agree on when to pay you." and went back to his
work.

Nathan gave Tiger a tour of the house including an introduction to Millie
who greeted the boy with the same deference that she treated Nathan. The
house huge, spectacular in its appointments. Tiger couldn't fathom ever
living in such a home.

The tour ended in Nathan's room, possibly the largest bedroom Tiger had
ever seen. In fact, it was larger than most living rooms the boy had ever
been in. A corner room, it had large windows on two sides, a fireplace on
another wall, its own bathroom, and walk-in closet with fully built in
dresser drawers. The king sized bed, two sitting chairs with table, and
wall of shelves that held a variety of things including a computer system
with a huge new flat screen did nothing to actually fill the space. Tiger
was impressed and that made two times in one day, a record for the teen who
played it close to the chest at all times.

And so, that is how Nathan and Tiger's lives became inexorably entwined. It
had been trying in the beginning, even difficult at times, but things
leveled out and the boys began to click.


"I just don't seem to get it," Nathan said as he came into the room, a
towel wrapped around his slender waist, another one being rubbed vigorously
on his hair.

"Aaww quit whining ya pussy," Tiger replied, tossing a shoe at his friend,
the latter dodging the projectile with ease and coming up next to his faux
antagonist. Nathan leaned casually on Tiger's shoulder and listened as the
boy read some lines from a textbook on the desk. Nathan turned and walked
away, repeating the words, complete with inflection that Tiger had just
read off to him.

"See, I said you could do it and you did," he told Nathan, pride evident in
his voice, watching as the other boy pulled a pair of briefs from a drawer
in his closet, headed back into the bedroom proper and stopped to pull the
underwear up underneath the towel. Tiger watched while Nathan continued to
recite lines as he went through the ritual of readjusting his respectable
sized boy bulge after taking the towel off. Nathan had a seemingly unending
supply of underwear in a variety of colors and designs. The boy wore
American Eagle for the most part but wasn't limited to that brand, sharing
the underwear drawer with Papi, Calvin, Diesel, 2-x-ist and other
well-known men's clothing or underwear lines.

 Nathan went through this clothes-changing routine at least a couple times
per week, seeming to not be bothered by the fact that Tiger was
present. Tiger hadn't seen Nathan completely nude, well the front at
least. Nathan tended to drop his underwear in his clothes hamper on the way
to his shower, walking the latter ten feet or so naked, his slim butt
swaying as he walked. Tiger figured that Nathan had a very nice butt.

Tiger wasn't bothered by Nathan's casual attitude, which he had exhibited
lo those 2 months earlier. It was just a part of who Nathan was. Tiger had
not matched his friends' behavior, for a variety of reasons. Mostly though,
it was because Nathan had never been to Tiger's apartment nor had tiger
spent the night at Nathan's so there was no reason for him to get undressed
in the other boy's presence. And it wasn't that he was particularly shy
about his body. Short and stocky he was, fat he was not. His was a solid
body inherited from a solid father. He was well defined, all the requisite
creases and crevices in all the right places. Tiger had spent many hours
working out at local Y's and other places that he could manage to sneak
into.

Beneath the waist was nothing to be ashamed of either, although he often
wished his seven and a quarter inch uncircumcised cock was just a little
longer. Tiger was not any different than any other boy in that regard. His
balls were large and smooth and the eggs tended to hang nicely behind and
below his favorite body part.

He reflected for a moment on Nathan and the friendship that had blossomed,
and it was a friendship. It hadn't been real easy in the beginning. Tiger
didn't want friends but found himself unavoidably attracted to the
teenager's easygoing attitude, winning smile and great sense of humor. The
real breakthrough had come about three weeks after the tutoring began and
the boys were snacking in Nathan's bedroom after some cramming for a test
the next day.

"You know, I always wondered why you didn't say anything to my father that
first day about saving my life with those boys."

Tiger shrugged his shoulders. "Since your dad didn't bring it up and
neither did you, I figured that you hadn't told him about it and if that
was the case you had a good reason and it wasn't my place to screw that
up. Besides I didn't save your life. You are such a drama queen." This was
all said with a typical Tiger edge, which didn't faze Nathan at all.

"Well, I never thanked you for it. You're right, he doesn't know and I
don't want him to. It would just another reason for him to feel
disappointed in me."

"Yes you did thank me," Tiger reminded the boy, "and what do you mean by
his being disappointed in you. This lead to a discussion about whether or
not Paul really did feel disappointment in his son, which led to a
discussion about the father that Tiger never really knew but missed
none-the-less, if not personally then as a male figure in his life.

For Nathan's part getting through Tiger's rough exterior had been a
trial. Tiger had been clear that the tutoring was a job, nothing more. It
didn't mean that they were going to hang out together at school or anything
else for that matter. But Nathan had been persistent, putting up with
Tiger's surliness and sharp tongue. The night he asked Tiger the big
question was a turning point in his mind as well because Tiger took the
time to explain some things about himself, the most Nathan had ever found
out about the quasi-mysterious boy.

 Nathan found himself becoming attracted to Tiger but on a more involved
level than what was reciprocal. Nathan found Tiger slowly become a part of
his jack off fantasies, various scenarios playing themselves out in his
young mind until he coaxed his slender hard cock into squirting out the
nectar of his balls. He envisioned sucking on Tiger's hard cock, letting
Tiger suck on his and his latest dream had been one where Tiger fucked him,
driving that rock hard cock (which was huge in Nathan's dreams) deep into
Nathan's starving ass.

Nathan was a virgin so had no real idea what any of that was all about,
only that he thought he wanted to try it, with tiger of course. The boy had
thought for some time that he might be bi-sexual but was having some
difficulty resolving the issue in his own mind. And that is when he started
having difficulties in school as well. Hell, he could do the work; it's
just that the other thing seemed to take up so much of his waking
thoughts. With the coming of Tiger into his life, Nathan's sexuality issue
was resolved.

Nathan knew now that he was gay, period end of story and he accepted
it. And it wasn't that he dreamed of having a love life with Tiger, of
riding off into the sunset with him and living happily ever after. It was
just that Tiger's presence and persona gave Nathan a focal point for his
sexuality and his hormonally driven urges and surges. Nathan knew he was
meant to be with guys and he sort of hoped that his first guy would be
Tiger.

The first time that he'd jacked off thinking about Tiger was about a month
into their relationship, not quite yet friendship. He'd lay in bed in his
underwear thinking about Tiger and what he looked like naked. It didn't
take long for his teenage cock to begin to swell and before Nathan knew it
he needed to get his briefs off in order to let seven plus inches of raging
boy boner out for air.

Like most boys, Nathan loved his cock. It was such a source of pleasure and
entertainment. Like Tiger, Nathan's balls were moderately large and still
smooth. Unlike Tiger, Nathan was clipped and while he'd seen uncut boys
before, he hadn't particularly wished to have his own foreskin back. He lay
on his bed, sheets down to his knees and began stroking himself. There was
enough precum to get the swollen head slippery so his fist could move back
and forth over it.

"Oh god," Nathan moaned, his free hand cupped on his inner thigh right
alongside his balls. "I want to suck your cock so bad Tiger, God I want to
suck your cock." The feelings raging through Nathan's adolescent body were
building with each stroke and it didn't take long before his orgasm hit.

He thrust his hips off the bed as he pounded his boner and let out a deep
throaty groan as the first jet of gooey sperm shot out and hit his right
cheek. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," he moaned and a second jet of cum
followed the course of the first one. Nathan's ass went back to the
mattress and his fingers rumpled his balls as if the help encourage more
sperm to shoot out. All in all the horny teen managed 5 solid jets of boy
juice that splatter his chest and upper belly before moving into burps and
then oozes. Nathan continued to stroke himself, coaxing every last drop out
of the fleshy tube.

He finally relaxed completely, and let his cock lay down, his thumb
underneath and two fingers across the still throbbing shaft. His remaining
2 fingers gently poked and prodded his balls and since that felt so good he
add his middle finger to that mix. Looking down he saw that he'd had one of
the most spectacular cum shots of the past 4 months. "Shit, I'll have to
take a shower," he thought to himself and hauled his narrow butt off the
bed and headed for his bathroom, his hand cupping the end of his cock to
keep the dripping sperm in check.

So, Nathan's grades improved, slowly and deliberately. He wanted to keep
Tiger around for awhile, he needed to find out if there was any chance at
all that the boy would be open to a physical relationship. All Nathan had
to do was set things up and that is how he started the partial strip
shows. And, since Tiger didn't make any comments about it (no comments
being a positive thing), then Nathan began to figure there was a chance. He
hadn't invited Tiger to spend the night yet but decided that it was time to
do just that.

The problem got resolved in a round about way that was natural and not
instigated by Nathan. In fact, it was fucking brilliant. Tiger had dinner a
few times a week with Nathan's family and thus hung out until 8 or
later. What the hell, the boy didn't have any place else to be. As Tiger
was leaving the house one night Paul called him into his office.

"I haven't had time to tell you Tiger about how pleased I am that things
are going so well with you and Nathan. His grades have improved steadily
and it seems like you two are becoming friends of sorts. I know Millie
thinks highly of you and that's no easy task believe me, but Sheila and I
both enjoy your presence in the house as well. You've been nothing but
respectful and honorable and it allows our home to run that much more
efficiently. So, on that note, I thank you. On the business end of it,
because Nathan's grades have improved you'll find something extra in your
next check." Tiger started to respond that it wasn't necessary but Paul
simply waved his concerns away.

"Nathan may have mentioned that his mother and I are celebrating our
twentieth wedding anniversary next weekend and along with Nathan are going
to dinner in the city at La Perouse. We'd like you to join us. Since it
will be late, we'll be spending the night and returning the following
morning."

While not exactly a gourmand, but having lived in the city, Tiger knew that
the restaurant in question was one of the most exclusive in the state. He
also knew it was coat and tie required, neither of which he owned. Paul
caught the hesitation in Tiger's eyes, quickly and correctly assessing the
situation.

"You're probably thinking that you don't have anything to wear. Well, it's
time for Nathan to be fitted again so how about if you go together to do
that. Nathan has excellent taste and will help you pick out something
adequate for most occasions. I'll be picking up the tab so you don't have
to worry about that part of it." Once again Tiger started to protest but
was politely silenced.

"Before you say anything, would you be willing to attend with us?" Tiger
simply nodded his head.  "Believe me Tiger, the changes that you've helped
my son make are more than worth the paltry amount of money that I'll spend
putting some clothes on your back. It's a gift I have no qualms about
giving. Besides, all men need to have at least one set of Sunday go to
meetin clothes. We'll speak no more of it. You and Nathan go over to
Stephenson's and get fitted one day after school."

As he walked home Tiger thought about his circumstances, thought about how
much his life had changed in the past 3 months. He began to think of Paul
as an ersatz father figure. He wasn't doting of course, Tiger was a realist
above all else, but still, he liked Paul but more importantly he respected
the man. And Sheila had been nothing but nice to him. Tiger loved his mom
and knew that she was doing the best she could which provided him with the
basics in life. Still, Paul and Sheila were becoming the kind of parents
that he wished he'd had. I mean, if one had to pick that is.

The day of the trip finally arrived. Everyone's dress clothes were placed
in travel bags and laid flat in the huge trunk of the Rolls, an eighties
series Silver Spur that Paul preferred over the newer cars which he felt
were too look-alike and lacked character. Tiger had never seen a Rolls
Royce let alone ridden in one and after being in the back seat of that one
for ten minutes decided that he definitely wanted more out of life than
he'd originally thought.

Two hours later they checked into their suite, still another impressive
moment in the young teen's life. And it wasn't just the suite but whole
doorman, fawning manager, heavy walnut interior and not a single soul
wearing jeans and t-shirt with sneakers, thing as well. The suite however
was something else.

A huge living room with grand piano in one corner it had floor to ceiling
windows that looked out over the city from thirty floors up. A large
crystal vase was filled with a huge bouquet of flowers, many of them
tropical.  It had a full kitchen and two bedrooms, one on each side of the
unit and both with their own bathroom and Jacuzzi style tubs.  A knock at
the door got everyone's immediate attention and when Paul called out to
enter, a tuxedo's white gloved server came in with a cart that contained a
medium sized bowl of Beluga with a variety of crackers and two bottles of
champagne chilling in buckets.

"May I sir?" the server asked and when Paul nodded his head the man pulled
out four crystal goblets that appeared to have been chilled. He then popped
the cork on a bottle of bubbly, poured a small amount into a goblet and
handed it to Paul to taste. Paul nodded his head and the waiter filled his
glass then the other three and handed them gently to Sheila and each of the
boys.

"Will there be anything else sir?" the man asked in a very dignified
manner. Paul told him no, thank you and the server left. When everyone had
a glass of champagne Paul called for a toast to his wife and their
marriage, everyone clinked glasses and sipped. Tiger had never been much of
a drinker. Sure, he'd dabbled a few times but preferred to have a clear
head. It was the same with drugs, limiting his experimentation in that
arena to pot, and experimentation was the key word. He watched the others
before taking a small sip, which seemed to create a bubbly feeling in his
nose. He watched too as they spread small amounts of the tiny black eggs on
a cracker and nibbled at them. Turned out it wasn't something he liked
much.

Of course, the Daniels all knew that Tiger most likely didn't have a lot,
if any, experience with any of that so helped him along gently, explaining
that caviar really took getting used to, as did the champagne, both going
down easier when taken in small amounts. He followed their lead and along
with Nathan explored the rooms that made up their day's lodging. The two
boys sat down at the baby grand and Nathan showed Tiger how to play the
bottom to heart and soul, then showed him a basic 12 bar blues riff. When
left to play alone, Tiger tossed out a fair little rendition of a current
blues tune from the top 40 list causing all of the Daniels to pause and
listen. The second bottle of champagne got opened and the adults retired to
their room, closing the door after them but not before reminding the boys
that they needed to be ready to go in about an hour. The boys went to their
room and closed the door as well.

Tiger was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, his face a little
flushed, his equilibrium a little bit skewed. He giggled when he told
Nathan how he felt and the latter smiled knowingly.

"It'll go away before dinner, especially after you take a shower. Meanwhile
take some clothes off, it'll help." The tall slender boy immediately kicked
off his shoes, undid his pants and let them drop then tugged his shirt off
and stood in the middle of the room clad only in dark purple briefs with a
rainbow on the inch and half waistband, and socks, the wine glass back in
his hand. Tiger laughed and went through the same ritual only he wore a
pair of white cotton briefs, which, Nathan noticed, he seemed to fill out
nicely. The boys toasted, clinking their glasses, spilling a little wine,
then took sips, all the while with their heads in the air and giving off a
faux snooty demeanor.

They carried on in that manner for a good five minutes until the wine was
gone then collapsed on the king sized bed giggling like schoolgirls.

"This is kinda fun," Tiger said, looking into Nathan's eyes. "I'm glad your
parents invited me to come along."

"I'm glad you came," Nathan responded and then in a smaller softer voice,
"I'm really glad you came with us." There was tension in the air as both
boys looked into each other's eyes. Nathan wanted so badly to kiss Tiger
but was afraid of how the boy might react. Tiger was filled with all kinds
of conflicting emotions that he couldn't quite put a finger on although one
of those things was his cock stirring.

"So," he said, reaching out and poking Nathan in the chest and thus
breaking the mood, "who gets the shower first."  They rolled off the bed
and padded into the bathroom for another look-see.

"Damn, the thing's big enough for both of us and still have room for a
basketball team." Tiger said.

"Common," Nathan urged, "lets just do it at the same time."

"Are we pressed for time?"

"Well, maybe a little bit since it's gonna take forever to dress you."

"Aww, I dunno Nathan," Tiger said with skepticism in his voice. He'd
showered with boys in PE or at public pools before, even skinny-dipped
during the summers with friends at local watering holes but he'd been a
little younger then. This seemed sort of...weird in some way. On the other
hand he'd done some other kinds of things with other boys when he was
younger so really, how big a deal was this.

Nathan resolved the issue, at least for himself. "Common, I'll wash your
back and give you a back rub and you know how good a job I do of that."
With that he dropped his briefs, peeled of his socks with his toes and
reached in side the large stall and turned the water on. When he turned
sideways to lean in and adjust the water Tiger got a glimpse of his cock,
hanging gentle between pale thighs.

If it hadn't been for the wine he probably wouldn't have done it but it
loosened his inhibitions enough, to think "Oh what the fuck" to himself. He
pulled his briefs down to his ankles, kicked them away and peeled his socks
off just as Nathan entered the shower and began rinsing off.  There was
another showerhead at the other end so Tiger went to it and began rinsing
down and when he turned to rinse his back off Nathan was facing him and
washing his hair. Because his eyes seemed closed, Tiger took a look between
his friend's legs and was a little bit surprised at the sausage hanging
there, as well as the balls underneath it.

"Geez" he thought to himself, "I bet that thing goes seven inches or more
when it's hard."  He reached for the shampoo on a ledge and went about
washing his hair, which had been tastefully trimmed up just for this
trip. And, it had been his own idea, not Paul's or Nathan's although he'd
gone to their stylist. He backed up under the spray and rinsed his hair.

Across the six-foot plus expanse of shower stall Nathan took a good look at
his friend. Fuck what a body Tiger had. He looked firm as a rock and in
fact was, as Nathan had found out on a few occasions they had wrestled or
he'd given Tiger a back rub. His belly was totally flat and sloped gently
into his pubic bone, the creases for his hipbone connection very clearly
defined. Although his patch of hair was flattened by the water, Nathan
could tell that it was still mostly settled in at the base of his pride and
joy, much like his own fuzz, and not spread out to the hip creases like
some boys. And then there was his cock, equal in size to his own.

Tiger's cock was beautiful; everything that Nathan had dreamed it would be,
from the slender shaft down to the foreskin that wasn't quite covering his
cock head although that part was a surprise, the foreskin. Nathan hadn't
even considered such a thing. Tiger's balls hung nicely underneath his
boyhood in a smooth and hairless sac, again, very similar to Nathan's. He
realized that his cock had started to rise so squirted a handful of soap
into his hands and turned to face the wall and began sudsing himself down.

Nathan didn't know that Tiger had seen him looking at him through his
fingers, practically staring at his naked body. Nor did he fail to see that
his friends dick had started to get hard. He wondered what that was about
since the same thing had happened to him lying on the bed with Nathan and
in fact it was stirring a bit right then although not quite like Nathan's
had.  He began soaping himself down while he snuck glimpses of Nathan's
slender little butt. He peeled his foreskin back and cleaned the head then
his fingers moved and he washed his nuts and the area where his thighs
met. Nathan started to turn so Tiger went about doing his legs and when he
stood up Nathan's back was a little bit arched as the boy had reached
around behind himself and was soaping his asshole. Nathan looked up and saw
Tiger looking at him while accomplishing the same task.

"Must have a clean little asshole," Nathan said in a good imitation of a
teacher at school with a particularly grating voice. Tiger laughed at the
very respectable impersonation. Once rinsed, Nathan approached Tiger and
told him to turn around and when the boy did as he was asked, Nathan began
rubbing into his neck and shoulder muscles, using soap as a
moisturizer. Tiger groaned out loud at his friend's ministrations as he
moved down tigers' spine and just barely onto the twin orbs of a delicious
looking boy-ish butt. Then back up he went, spending time on the shoulders
and neck for a few minutes and then all too soon, it was over. Nathan took
the liberty of patting Tiger's ass, discovering that the orbs were as firm
as the rest of his body.

"There ya go sporto." He said with a smile

"Want me to do you?" Tiger asked innocently. Nathan's eyes flickered
quickly at Tiger's groin then back up and the movement was not lost in the
process nor was the unintended double meaning.

"Maybe later," Nathan said as he shut the water off, climbed out of the
shower and began drying off, followed by a slightly perplexed Tiger, who
started doing the same. Once dried off, Nathan pulled a bottle of body talc
from his shower kit and dumped some in his hands then rubbed his balls,
pubic hair, now a nicely dried and fluffy patch of pubic fuzz, and cock
with it then did his armpits. Tiger watched, asked why he did that and
Nathan said simply that it felt good, and offered the bottle to Tiger to
try. Tiger did, and Nathan watched as his friend moved his cock and balls
around while he distributed the powder which didn't discolor his light
colored pubic fuzz like it had his own, and wondered what it would be like
to be doing it for the boy. Tiger said it did feel sort of good then pulled
a fresh pair of briefs and pulled them on, rearranging himself after they
were in place.

"God what an ass he has," Nathan thought as he all but stared at the fleshy
orbs outlined against the tight fabric, the barest outline of his butt
crack visible. As Tiger grabbed a pair of socks and sat on the edge of the
bed to pull them on, Nathan grabbed a pair of deep red satin boxer from his
own drawer and slipped into them in an attempt to hide the swelling of his
appendage. He slipped his socks on while Tiger had gotten up and pulled his
dress shirt on, a periwinkle blue silk. It was the tie that was going to
give him a problem.

He and Nathan had practiced a few times during the week but it just wasn't
happening for him. Nathan came to his rescue.

"Here, let me help you." Standing behind Tiger and reaching around his
chest, Nathan slowly showed his friend how to tie the classic Windsor
knot. The warmth of Tiger's almost nude body against his made Tiger feel
all tingly. The first time through the procedure, the tie came up too short
so Nathan did it again and that time the tie was so long that when he
flipped it through the loop the tip snapped back and caught Tiger in the
balls. In an automatic reflect the boy pressed his waist backwards pressing
his butt into Nathan's cock and causing Nathan to hold him tighter. Both
boys had been aware of the situation from the start, and both had been
experiencing little jolts of electricity at the intimacy of the arrangement
but this one really took the cake because Tiger could feel the taller boy's
cock against the top of his butt and could tell that Nathan was at least
partially hard.

It was on the third attempt to get the tie right that Tiger had an epiphany
of sorts. All kinds of feelings began roaring through his body as memories
flooded his brain. Memories of Mike holding him from behind, just like
that. The feel of Mike's warm breath on his neck and the feel of Mike's
naked hard cock pressed against Tiger's naked butt. The last time had been
the night before Tiger moved and both young boys had been in tears.