Dr. Morgado’s Treasure

“Here’s your key, Dr. Morgado. Take the elevator up to the second floor and your room is on the right. Room 237. Have a nice night.”

“Thank you.” I took the key card and grabbed the handle of my rolling suitcase. I looked at my boyfriend, Jeffery, who looked crabby. Lovely.

I headed to the elevator and Jeffery followed. I pushed the button and the door slid right open. My thanks for that small miracle. Today had been way longer than expected. We hadn’t made it as far as we’d hoped to.

We got a flat tire only two hours into the trip. You’d think a doctor and an engineer could figure out how to change a tire, but not so much, as it turns out. Thankfully I had gotten the roadside safety coverage on the rental car.

It took forever for the tire guy to arrive. It took him about ten minutes to accomplish what me and Jeffery could not. I felt judged. Maybe it was because Jeffery stood there in his tight khaki shorts and his bright pink polo, with his hand on his hip, watching the repairman. I just imagined what that guy thought about us two, large, fit men, who couldn’t change a tire.

That delay seemed to domino all day and every stage of the trip took longer than planned. We finally stopped for the night, over 100 miles shy of where we planned on getting to. This was a regular chain hotel, nice and clean, $145 for the night. I was glad for a bed and shower. Jeffery was less than impressed.

Inside room 237, there was a couch and TV with a fridge and microwave below it. A big king bed was beyond the living room area. Jeffery flopped onto the bed and let out a huge, dramatic breath. I just rolled my suitcase to the far side of the bed and started to pull out a clean pair of boxers and my toiletries bag.

“I’m taking a shower. Do you want to order food while I’m in there?”

“This place doesn’t have room service, Al. Am I supposed to magically make food appear?”

Oh, so fucking dramatic. I sarcastically pointed to the cardboard stand up by the phone.

“Order food. You know, like pizza or Chinese or burritos. There’s a list of local places right there. Can we decide so I can take a shower, please?” I was trying really hard to not lose my temper. I had the same long ass day that he did.

“Fine. It says we can get Chipotle delivered through the app. That sounds okay.” He finally appeared to be trying. Kind of.

“Chipotle would be great. I’ll start it on my phone and then you can order and finish it up while I hop in the shower. Sound okay, sweetie?” I already had the app pulled up, entering our delivery info and my burrito bowl order.

He took my phone, “thanks, doc.”

I climbed into the shower. It had nice water pressure. I thought about how hungry I was. I thought about the rental car. I thought about Jeffery’s mood. I tried not to think about our destination.

After my shower, I walked into the room and sat on the bed. Jeffery was lying there looking at his tablet. Probably work stuff. He had a big project that his engineering firm had just won the bid on and he was in the early phases, which he couldn’t ignore, even on a day off.

We had met on a blind date, arranged by one of the women I worked with at the hospital. Jeffery was her neighbor and newly single. I had been single for a while. My last relationship had ended badly, almost a year ago. I had gotten busy with work and life and had kind of forgotten to date. It made me feel old.

I wasn’t old. I was forty. I was fit and healthy. I was good looking. I’m Cuban and I have golden highlighted brown hair and bright golden hazel eyes. I wore a perfectly maintained scruff on my face that made me look rugged and swarthy. I was six foot, two inches and I weighed in at 220. I trained nearly everyday and I carried a lot of muscle mass. My arms, thighs and chest were pretty ripped.

Jeffery and I had been dating for four months. He and I liked to work out together. Our sexual chemistry was really bumpy though. Sometimes it was hotter than hell. Sometimes I might as well be single. I have no idea why it was such a roller coaster and that made me crazy, especially lately.

Recently I had been feeling like he enjoyed dating a well off doctor, not necessarily Al Morgado, the man. I do have a gorgeous condo in a high rise, with the most beautiful view. I have a blacked out Audi R8 as my daily driver. I also have a Ferrari 488. I have a vacation rental in Hawaii. He loves all of that stuff.

I think he occasionally realized he needed to keep me on the line somehow, so we’d have a wild weekend of hot sex and then it dwindled until he needed to appease me again. This kind of thing was why I didn’t date for a long time before Jeffery, I remembered.

Jeffery Burnell was a good looking guy. He’d be a great catch if he wasn’t so self centered. At 33, he’s five feet, ten inches and weighs 175. He worked out everyday, without fail. He had blue eyes and brown hair and a megawatt smile. He was less than happy about the fact we were on this road trip instead of flying, first class, to Hawaii.

There was an alert on my phone that the food had been delivered to our door. It brought me back from the pity party I’d been having just then. I just wished I didn’t feel used. At least there were burritos at the door.

We sat on the couch and ate off the coffee table while we watched an episode of The Voice. I liked the show and I love Kelly Clarkson, but I missed Adam Levine. He was the eye candy that kept me coming back for so many seasons. John Legend was pretty sexy, but Adam was my favorite.

I sat back on the couch after I ate as much carnitas as I could handle. I man-spread my long legs and reached into my boxers to adjust my junk. That seemed to get Jeffery’s attention. Maybe tonight would get better after all. I definitely preferred him stuffed with my cock, over any other option. Especially lately.

I grabbed myself through my boxers and squeezed my thick shaft. His eyes were trained on my meat. I adjusted my fist full of cock again and he was practically drooling now.

“You interested in some dessert, Jeffery?”

“Uh-huh.” He moved in close as he answered me. He kissed my chest and made his way down to my waistband. He put his hand over mine, which was still on my dick. “Let’s move to the bed.”

He stood and offered me a hand. I took it, stood up and followed him. I pushed him down, playfully, and waited until he laid back and looked up at me. I slid my boxers off and let him get an eyeful. I was getting hard pretty quickly.

When fully aroused, I’m just shy of nine inches and very thick. I got the name “killer” in med school. I had plenty of willing victims that wanted to get killed by this cock. I was a serial “killer” back then, my body count was so high.

I reached out to Jeffery’s prone form and pulled his boxer briefs off. He pulled his polo over his head. He’d removed his tight shorts before we ate our burritos, so he was fully naked now, spread out before me as my latest sacrifice.

“Climb up there and roll over.” I used the Dr. Morgado voice on him. He liked that and he obeyed my command. I climbed up behind him and ran my hands over his gorgeous back and his smooth, round ass.

“On your knees.” I growled it and he complied. He pulled his legs up underneath him and got on his knees and spread his ass wide for me. I put my hands on his cheeks and pushed him open so I could see his tight hole perfectly. I licked it once. He moaned. I dove in and ate him until he was soaking wet and needy for me.

I stuck my finger inside him and pressed it right to his prostate. I could play this man like a fine tuned instrument with one finger. He was begging for me to give him more.

I pulled him back up onto his hands and knees and I stood behind him on the mattress. I positioned him until his ass was high in the air in front of me and I lowered myself down into his wet entrance.

His upper body melted into the bedding even as his legs pushed him up and open for more. I held his body in place as I started to rock into him, deeply. I used my legs and my hips to really pound into him, hard and deep, repeatedly. I used his tight ass roughly while he moaned into the pillows.

This bed was squishy compared to mine, so I was having trouble keeping my balance when I started really jackhammering him. I pulled out and slapped his gaping ass. “Get up. Ride me.” I commanded.

I changed positions with him and I lay back on the bed, with my head on the pillows. He climbed over me, facing away. He guided my shaft to his hole and then he slid down until he was sitting on my hips, fully impaled.

He started to roll his hips, riding my cock up and down. He put one hand back on my chest and started thrusting his hips into the air and back down onto me. His ass took my whole length as he bounced on it, getting faster. His own dick was flapping around as he rode me harder. It felt so damn good.

His legs started to shake as he got closer to his climax. He kept riding in that leaned back reverse cowboy position until he was trembling too much to continue. His legs gave out and he sat on my lap, still rolling his hips for the friction he desperately needed.

I pushed him up slightly and he took the cue to move above me. He braced himself in a deep squat and I grabbed his hips. I started pistoning my pelvis off the bed and up into him. I went faster and faster until he was panting and moaning. He jerked his hard on faster as I fucked him from below.

“Fuck me, Al! God yes, YEEEEEESSSSSS!” He was pushing against my thrusts and frantically pumping his cock. I felt my own release building as I started pumping into him even faster. I grabbed his hips harder and used his hole brutally.

He screamed out his pleasure as he started to cum. He pumped his length, squeezing his purple head tightly as he erupted. I felt him go limp after his release. I pushed him off me and he rolled to the side. I leapt up, so needy for my own orgasm.

I shoved his body over further until he was on his stomach. I pulled his hips back towards me and I buried myself to the hilt in his hot hole. I fucked him wildly into the mattress. His tight ass felt so fucking good. I pounded into him, breathing hard, rasping out random swear words.

I was so close now. I kept thrusting and fucking him until my stomach clenched. My muscled ass drove me deeply into him as my cum started to fill his guts. I kept pushing in, searching for more. I shuddered as the final wave of my climax passed. I wanted to collapse onto him and kiss him and hold him. But I didn’t.

I rolled off him and lay on my back, spread eagle, eyes closed, breathing hard. I felt him get off the bed and go to the bathroom. I heard water running. He was cleaning himself up.

When we first started dating, he’d bring a warm wet washcloth and a dry towel to me after I’d rocked his world. I bet he wouldn’t now. He hadn’t in a while.

I was right. He came back with a bottle of water and turned on the TV by the bed. He climbed under the blankets and started to watch MSNBC and look at his tablet again.

This was my sex life now. Should this be enough? Am I crazy to imagine a man in my life that wants me to wreck him and then cuddle with him, or shower with him, after? Someone that doesn’t expect hotels that have room service that are located in Hawaii, preferably?

I wanted that. I wanted a guy that loved Alvaro Morgado. That loved Al, the guy with the big thick dick, that can ruin him on the daily, that wants to hold him after. I wanted a guy who wanted my kisses over my money. I’d give that guy everything, including the money.

I must be fucking delusional, right? I finally got up and washed myself and I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked unhappy. I just fucked a hot bubble butt and I looked sad. What the fuck, Al?

In med school, I imagined the perfect life I was going to have. I’d be rich. I’d own a big house. I’d have a trophy husband that loved and adored me. We would have a dog or a cat. We’d have a porn worthy sex life.

I’m forty. I’m rich. I own a fancy condo. The rest was not happening for me. I’d been working as a much sought after general internist for twelve years. I bring home well over $250K a year.

My money and cars and the fancy address didn’t make me happy. I wanted real love. Fuck! Why was my mind stuck in this loop lately? Maybe I needed to dump Jeffery. Maybe I was feeling like my life was lacking because my relationship was lacking.

Being single again, with no bed partner, didn’t appeal to me either. I didn’t want Jeffery, not really, not anymore. But I didn’t want to be alone. Maybe this stupid trip was coming at the exact right time. I needed a break from everything.

In the morning, Jeffery worked out in the hotel gym while I loaded the car and ran down the street to get gas and snacks for the last leg of this road trip to fuckville. I waited in the car until he was done and then we finally hit the road.

He made himself busy in the passenger seat, clearly not wanting to engage with me. I let my mind wander as the miles flew by.

Three weeks ago I’d gotten a phone call from a lawyer named Howard Slater. He called to inform me I had inherited some “assets” from someone I hadn’t heard from in over fifteen years.

Mr. Slater informed me that my favorite professor from med school, Dr. Frost, had passed away and left me his home, amongst other things. I hadn’t heard from Dr. Frost since I’d left school. He was my favorite, but I never expected to be in his will.

Dr. Gary Frost had been my student advisor and mentor. I just didn’t realize our relationship had been that special to him, too. I figured he had favorite students all the time. He taught for nearly sixty years, well into his eighties. There had to have been tens of thousands of students through his office.

But he left his estate to me. Dr. Frost had spent the last three years in a nursing home and had died in his sleep from apparent old age and stubbornness, according to his lawyer. Mr. Slater assured me that there were no other heirs listed or in existence. It was all so strange.

I arranged to take some time off and Jeffery agreed to ride with me to meet with Mr. Slater and to see the house I’d inherited. I didn’t know how long the trip would take, so I packed more stuff than I could fly with and rented a car instead.

Jeffery would be flying back home after the weekend. I would stay as long as I needed to square everything away. I could work remotely and I had cleared a full month of appointments. I needed this time away. I hoped it didn’t take longer than a week though, honestly.

Jeffery only spoke to tell me he needed to use the bathroom and that he was hungry. We stopped at the next gas station and took care of all our needs. Bathroom, snacks, gas, continued silent treatment.

Back on the road I finally decided to start the fight. “Why the silent treatment all day?” I kept looking at the road.

“I’m busy with work. It has nothing to do with you, Al. It’s not always about you.” He was so sarcastic. And he was the one who always made it about himself. He was trying to poke the bear. I wasn’t going to take his bait.

“Other than to inform me you needed to take a leak, you haven’t spoken to me since we fucked last night.”

“I didn’t realize a fuck was a binding contract to have pointless conversations all night and the next day. How stupid of me, doctor.” He was being such a little bitch right now. I really had no idea why.

“Did I do something? Because I’m at a total loss right now. Yesterday was a long day, but nothing happened that I know of that caused you to be a jerk all day today.”

“No, Al, you didn’t do anything. I love sleeping in cheap no-tell motels and eating fast food. It’s my idea of a perfect vacation.”

“First of all, asshole, you wouldn’t know what a cheap hotel even looked like, if it bit you in the ass. It wasn’t a Ritz Carlton but it was a totally average hotel. It was clean and the bed was soft. You picked the Chipotle!” I was yelling by the time I got to that last statement.

“We were supposed to go to Hawaii.” He was petulant.

“Yes, I’m aware. I’m so sorry my old professor’s death has so inconvenienced you. Why not take yourself to Hawaii, Jeffery? Buy a ticket, rent a room, you know, with your own fucking money?” Oh shit, I went there.

“It’s a reasonable expectation, when you date a doctor, that you get taken on vacations, not pay for vacations!”

Could he even hear himself? Was he fucking serious? I couldn’t even process words to reply to that load of shit, so I just kept my mouth closed and drove.

The last two hours of the trip passed in silence, other than the radio, which I cranked just to annoy him. I hated that he could make me act like a child. I didn’t even act like this with my sister, when we were children.

The little coastal town of Pimingdale was picture perfect. The downtown area was full of beautiful old buildings with colorful cloth awnings. There was a park in the center of the business district, filled with families with dogs and brightly colored flowers.

We followed the directions down a side street to the law offices of Slater & Slater. Howard met us when we walked in the front door. He was the exact image of a small town lawyer that I’d imagined. He introduced us to his daughter, the second Slater on the sign.

We sat at his desk in his office and he chatted happily about meeting a friend of Dr. Frost. He finally handed me a ton of paperwork. None of this was new. We’d been in contact for three weeks. I just needed to sign these copies and his daughter would notarize.

He gave me a large binder of information and a set of keys. Lastly, he handed me an envelope with my name written on it, in Dr. Frost’s unmistakable hand.

“What’s this?” I asked as I took the sealed envelope.

“A letter from Gary. It was with the will with instructions to give it to you, in person. It’s sealed, so I have no idea what it says.” He smiled jovially.

Back in the rental car, we followed the hand drawn map to the house. It was outside of town a bit and up some steep, narrow roads. I found the driveway and turned in. The trees were thick as I followed the drive.

Finally, the house appeared in front of me. It was not what I expected. I figured it would be a traditional vacation home style structure. Low roof lines, big wide porches. I thought it would be a big cabin style house or something similar.

Instead, it was a huge gothic Italianate Victorian mansion. It was in a bit of a state after not being lived in for three years, but it was breathtaking. It was a dark red with white and black and metallic gold trim. It looked regal sitting amongst the lush green background of ancient, towering trees.

I followed the circular drive and parked in front of the house. In the middle of the driveway circle, there stood a huge bronze statue. It was covered in ivy, so I couldn’t tell what it was, other than a person. I stepped out and looked around.

This place was incredible. The three story house was dramatic and stately. The woods were so peaceful and it smelled like fresh air and sunshine. I loved it immediately. I never expected that, but I was in love.

“This place is disgusting! You should tear this haunted dump down and develop this land. It would be worth a fortune to the right developer. I’ll call some people and see what I can find out.” Jeffery said that as he scrunched up his face and looked down at his phone.

“No, thanks. I think it’s perfect, just like this.” I still stared at my new love. “I’m going to fix it up. It deserves the attention.”

“Al, you can’t be serious. This doesn’t need to be “fixed up”. It needs to be torn down. I’m not staying here.” He crossed his arms and he reminded me of a six year old that hadn’t gotten his way.

“That’s fine, Jeffery. I’ll take you back into town and you can stay in a hotel. Your flight is tomorrow, so you can just Uber from there to the airport.” I was already pulling my bags out of the trunk and looking towards the door. I was so done with Jeffery’s temper tantrum.

“You’d just abandon me in a strange town?” He tried to sound pouty, but it was just annoying.

“Jeffery, really? You’ve traveled extensively for the past five years. You’ve regaled me with your stories of your work trips, all over the world. You can handle Pimingdale. You’re a big boy, now.” I couldn’t help my sarcasm.

I stopped and set my bags down and I put the key in the door. The lock was corroded, but it turned and the door opened silently. I swung it open and stood in shock.

Inside the door was a three story tall foyer. Grand staircases led up on both sides to the second floor landing. On the landing, the stairs continued up and disappeared back into the dark of the house. The third floor landing had a matching rail that made it a balcony.

From the center of the room, a huge crystal chandelier hung, covered in dust and cobwebs. It was still impressive, even under the filth.

I stepped onto the wooden floor and it was sturdy and didn’t even creak under my weight. The floor had a herringbone pattern and contrasting lines of darker wood inlaid along all the edges of the room in ornate patterns. It was huge. Cavernous. Stunning.

I wanted to explore it immediately. But I wanted to read my letter. I really wanted to take Jeffery into town and dump him off. I decided to see if I could find the kitchen. I wandered into the dark beyond the foyer.

“Don’t leave me!” Jeffery screamed, like he was living in a horror film.

“Okay then, follow me if you want.” I wasn’t coddling him anymore.

I continued around a corner and I heard him shuffling behind me, trying to catch up. Huge hallways led off the foyer. I went to the right and looked into rooms as I passed them. I found a dining room and I figured I was close. Sure enough, the next room was a Victorian kitchen, with no modern amenities.

I kept moving through the kitchen, admiring the original carrera marble countertops and seeded glass cabinet doors. Through a wide door off to the side, I found a small, modern kitchen. Dr. Frost must have preserved the original kitchen and turned a large butlers pantry into a smaller kitchen with a dishwasher, a huge stove and a big apron front sink.

I noticed light coming through windows at the back of the modern kitchen. I found the string and pulled the heavy, old fashioned curtains open. My mouth gaped as I looked out the kitchen window.

There, out the window was the Atlantic ocean. It was sparkling and wild looking. I realized the road had led us up to the top of the bluff and this house perched on the edge and had a sweeping view, unlike any I’d ever seen. It was the final straw in making my decision.

I was keeping this house. I was going to fix it up and just like Dr. Frost, I would retire here someday. I mumbled my thanks to my benefactor under my breath. This was exciting and I felt like I would be happy here.

“Seriously, Al. We need to go. There’s probably wild animals. And ghosts.” Jeffery looked around with a totally different reaction than mine.

“You’re right. There’s probably ghosts of wild animals, too.” I couldn’t resist being an ass. I smiled at my own sarcasm.

“We are not sleeping here. Stop trying to be funny. Let’s go.” He turned and walked away.

I followed him until we were back out in the driveway. “Okay, I’m staying here Jeffery. You can stay, but you don’t have to. I’ll take you back to town and make sure you’re settled in, but I’m coming back here tonight.”

“Ew, why? This place is unlivable. That view makes this land a gold mine. Just sell it. You can fly home with me tomorrow and take care of it from there.” He opened the door and got into the passenger seat.

I walked around the car and grabbed another one of my bags. I took it into the foyer and locked up the house before I headed back to the car. Jeffery made a sound of exasperation as I climbed in the driver’s seat.

In town I found a nice little B&B and I walked inside with Jeffery. They had a room available and I paid the nice lady for the night. I walked down the hall and followed him inside the room. It was bright white, country chic. I hated it. Jeffery liked it.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight. I’m going to head back up to the house. You have your flight info. I can send an Uber tomorrow. What time do you want to be picked up, I’ll arrange it?”

“You are seriously not staying? I’m not sure this is going to work out, Al. I need someone that puts me first.”

Okay, bitch. I just paid two hundred dollars for this room, when I have a mansion full of rooms up on the bluff. I’ve offered to send you an Uber, meaning I’ll pay for it. I already paid for your flight home. I asked you to come along, so we could spend time together this weekend. But you’re right, I’m the selfish one here. My tongue was nearly bleeding from biting it and resisting the urge to say all of that.

Instead I said, “Okay. You deserve someone that will put you first, you’re right. I’ll let you get on with finding him. I’m going to my house. Have a safe flight tomorrow.” I walked to the door of his room.

“Al, this is why you’re going to be lonely forever, you know that, right?” He jabbed.

I opened the door and stepped into the hall. “On second thought, find your own damn way home.” I closed the door firmly behind me and walked away. Before I pulled away, I cancelled his flight on my phone. Good luck, buddy.

I stopped at the grocery store and bought a cooler and ice. I got some beer, a couple gallons of water and some juice. I got sandwich fixings and chips. I grabbed Oreos, coffee and a few other things that wouldn’t need refrigeration.

I went to the hardware store and got two camping lanterns, batteries, a camp stove and propane. I was going to call the utilities people tomorrow, but who knows how long it would take to actually get water and electricity turned on up on the bluff.

I arrived back at my house a few hours before dark. I explored the rooms and opened curtains all over the place to let the light in and to see the view. You could see it from every single room on the back of the house. It was unbelievable.

I figured out which bedroom Dr. Frost had used on the first floor. I decided to leave it alone for now. I picked a room on the second floor that had a huge window looking over the bluff.

The bed was covered in drop clothes and it was fairly dust free underneath. I had brought my own blankets, so I made up the bed on top of the existing bedding. I’d buy sheets and stuff tomorrow and take some things to a dry cleaner, or a laundromat.

I set up my makeshift kitchen and found a pot to boil water in for coffee tomorrow morning. I explored a bit more. I lost count of the rooms. Most rooms were furnished. It was obvious that Dr. Frost had only used three or four rooms and had closed up the rest. I thought about how I might live in it.

The next morning I woke up to a bunch of angry texts. I’d forgotten about Jeffery already. I smiled to myself. He had texted about not getting the Uber I was going to send. Then I got texts about the flight being cancelled. I got random angry, belittling texts, just for fun. I blocked his number. I’d unblock him after I got home if I needed to deal with him.

I went into town and got lunch at a diner. I plugged in my phone and charged it. While I sat in the restaurant, I called and arranged appointments with the water company, the gas and electric company and the cable/internet service. I was glad I would have electricity and gas the next day. Water would come one day later. The cable company would take closer to a week.

Over the next few days I got my power and gas and water. I also had a carpenter come out and give me some estimates for various projects. I felt very accomplished. I needed to answer some work emails, so I headed into town with my laptop and staked out a table at the coffee shop.

I reached into my bag to grab my cord and I saw the envelope with my name on it in the familiar script. I had forgotten all about it between Jeffery’s drama and my excitement about the house. I opened the envelope.

Alvaro,

You’re probably surprised to receive this letter. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.

You were always one of my most favorite students. You were so bright and full of life. I hope you’re still the same way.

As you know, I had no children. Over the last decade, my remaining friends and distant relatives all preceded me in death. I found myself with no one to leave my estate to.

After much thought, I knew you would love the house. I remember you talking about owning a big old house someday. Maybe you didn’t mean one this big or this old. But hopefully your dreams grew as you did.

Howard can help you with anything you need. He’s a very good man and his daughter is a great lawyer, too.

The only thing Howard doesn’t know about is the safe. In my library, under the green carpet that my chair is sitting on, there’s a trapdoor in the floor. The safe is inside. The combo is hidden in your favorite book on the bookshelf. Enjoy the nest egg.

All my best to you Dr. Alvaro Morgado. Thank you for taking care of the house. It meant so much to me.

Your friend and teacher,

Gary Frost

I was crying. I missed my conversations with him. I had given up on my dreams. I wasn’t full of life anymore. I was worn down by life. I was alone. I was also sitting in a coffee shop, crying like a baby. Holy crap.

I plugged in my laptop and started working to distract myself from my sorrows. I answered a few emails and then everything froze. I turned it off and on. I did everything I knew how to do. I would have called IT at the hospital, ages ago. But I didn’t have an IT guy in this coffee shop, so I was stuck.

I packed up my things and stopped by the counter. “Do you guys have a computer place around here?” I asked the barista.

“Yep, it’s down the block, past the Catholic church. It says “computers, cell phones” in the window. You can’t miss it.”

“Great, thank you.”

Down the block I found the computer store. It was a strange mix of an early 2000’s computer store and a modern, sleek cell phone store at the mall. Hopefully someone could fix this thing.

“Can I help you?” A polite voice came from behind the counter. I barely saw him amongst the supplies and products that hung on every inch of space behind the counter.

“Yeah, hey, I need help.” I walked up to the counter and pulled out my laptop. I looked up at the kid behind the counter and continued, “it just froze up. I was sending emails and then it froze. I turned it off and on and stuff, but it’s still frozen. My phone works, so it’s not the internet at the café.” I was babbling.

I knew the kid probably thought I was a bumbling old man and an idiot who didn’t understand technology. But instead, he was super nice.

“Here, let me see, it could be a couple of different things.” He plugged it in and started it up.

While he was busy, I got a really good look at him. He was super cute. He was young, possibly way too young, but he was soft and beautiful. He was standing and was probably seven or eight inches over five feet. Not tall, but not short. His skin was a warm creamy light tan color.

His hair was curly and soft looking. He wore it short and clean on the sides with a perfect small mound of curls on top. It was shiny and raven black. His lips were full and perfectly pouty. That natural pout made me think he was pretty, again.

His eyes were chocolate brown with thick black lashes. The shape was so intriguing. He looked mixed in race. Maybe black and Asian or hispanic and Asian. He was gorgeous, no matter what his family tree looked like.

“I think I figured it out. There was an issue with……..” His technical explanation was lost on me. I just knew he had figured it out.

“So, it’s fixed?” I asked dumbly.

“Yeah, but you should upgrade your storage and your…………..” Seriously. I have no idea what he was talking about. I’ve seen people glaze over when I start discussing medicine. I’m sure I looked just like that at that moment.

“Okay, I’ll look into all that once I get back to the big city.” I said absentmindedly while I packed up my computer. “What do I owe you?” I smiled at him.

He smiled back. Fuck, he was cute. “It’s alright. It’s on the house.”

“Seriously? Wow, life in a small town sure is different, I guess.” I was bewildered. “But seriously, you should charge for your time.”

“I get paid hourly. My time is being paid for.”

That made sense. I found I didn’t want this conversation to end though. He was so cute. “Thank you, ummm, I didn’t catch your name.” I reached out to shake his hand.

“I’m Elgin and you’re welcome.” He shook my hand. “Are you new in town?”

Oh good, he asked me something. Now I didn’t have to leave! “Yeah, I just inherited a big house up on the bluff. I’m here to fix it up a bit.”

“Oh, the old Frost place?” Of course he knew the place. It’s a small town. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. I needed to remember that.

“Yes, Dr. Frost was my teacher and mentor. And my friend. We hadn’t been in touch in a long time.” I trailed off.

“Are you a doctor, too?”

“Yes, I’m an internist. My name is Al. It’s nice to meet you, Elgin.”

“What does an internist do?” He seemed genuinely interested. It was probably boring in this shop all day.

“I diagnose diseases and identify internal injuries.” That was as simple as I could make it.

“It’s kind of what I do, but with machines, I guess. My college professor often equates working on electronics to operating on a body. I hope that isn’t offensive.”

“No, you’re right. They’re right. It is very similar. Where do you go to school?”

“There’s a really good technical college in Manchester. It’s about an hour drive, but I only go three days a week right now.”

“How long have you gone there?” Maybe I’d get his age.

“I’m a sophomore.”

“Man, I remember being a sophomore and not being able to get into the bars with my older friends.” I shook my head like I was reminiscing. I could get into any bar I wanted back then.

“Yeah, I don’t really have any friends that go to bars and not because we’re not twenty one yet. It’s just not our thing. We’re big nerds.” He smiled at me again and I felt it in my pants.

“I went to medical school and became an internist. I’m pretty sure I’m a bigger nerd than you.” I joked and gave him my best smile.

The conversation hit a lull. I had no good reason to stay. I never did really find out his age. Fuck. Maybe I should just ask. I didn’t.

“Well, thanks again, Elgin. Good luck at school. I’ll probably see you around.” I needed to leave. I was acting like a weirdo.

I headed for the door. “Bye, Al.” He called behind me. I needed a cold shower.

I’d been in Pimingdale for a week. The house was feeling more like home everyday. The cable had been turned on yesterday. The internet wasn’t great, but I didn’t need to go down into town to use my laptop anymore.

Today I pulled the ivy off the statue in the driveway. I was surprised to find that it was much more detailed and beautiful than I’d imagined. As I neared the head I saw a snake poking out and I jumped back and nearly fell off the brick and concrete base. I kept looking at the snake but it wasn’t moving at all.

I noticed another snake sticking out a few inches away from the first. I finally realized they were part of the statue. I pulled the ivy away and found Medusa. Her face was beautiful. The snakes were so detailed, they nearly appeared to move. I’d have to look up what Medusa stood for and see if I could figure out Dr. Frost. He sure was an odd old bird.

Later, I wandered into the library and I noticed the leather wingback sitting on a green antique carpet. I had never looked for the safe! I moved the chair off the carpet. I pulled the rug back and sure enough, nicely fitted into the floor, there was a trapdoor. I pulled on the ring and the door swung open, without a sound.

Sure enough, right under the door was a shiny blue and gold safe. It was fancy and covered in ornate details. I remembered what he said about the combo being hidden in my favorite book. Did he really know what my favorite book was? It wasn’t a medical book. But this old man seemed to know me better than I thought, so I started to look.

And then I saw it. On the fourth shelf up, amongst the other great works of fiction, there was a copy of Lost Horizon. It’s not a rare book, by any measure, so it could just be here coincidentally. I pulled it down and opened it carefully. I flipped through the pages and I found one neatly folded over. Under the fold there were three lightly hand written numbers. In pencil, 28 — 3 — 26.

If this worked, I’d eat my shorts. Before I tried the combo, I noticed the book was a first edition. I pulled down the next few books and sure enough, all first editions. This one was even signed by the author. This was a fucking amazing book collection. I needed to look into that later.

On my hands and knees, I tried the safe. Nothing. I spun the dial and retried it. Click. No fucking way. I pulled the door and it swung open easily. It was heavy as hell, but it didn’t make a sound. This man and his silent shit. The floor, the doors, the safe. All silent. Okay, focus, Al.

Inside the safe I saw a number of small boxes stacked. There were also a few random envelopes and folders and stuff like that. I pulled out the box on the top of the stack. It was a beautiful and sturdy little box. Whatever was inside must be worth protecting.

I opened it and my mouth fell open. Inside was a necklace that looked really old and fancy. I think it was diamonds, but I’m not a jeweler, I’m a doctor. I closed the box back up and reached down and grabbed the paperwork. One folder was labeled ‘inventory’. Okay, this could be helpful.

Sure enough, there was a hand typed inventory with a picture of each object pasted next to the description. I flipped through the pages and I found the necklace I had just seen. Holy shit. It was platinum and diamonds. It was made by LC Tiffany. It had a notation about the letter of authenticity he had gotten from Tiffany in the 1980’s. I shuffled the envelopes and there it was, from Tiffany Studios. According to that letter, the necklace was worth more than my Audi! At least it was in the eighties.

I started to study the inventory list and pictures. He’d left me a collection of extraordinary pieces of jewelry. I didn’t even know he was into that kind of thing. In the pictures I saw a Victorian tiara covered in Burmese rubies and diamonds.

There were several premier pieces of Faberge and more Tiffany. There was a Lalique art deco piece. There was recovered shipwreck pirate treasure of gold chain and an emerald ring. Two Rolex watches and several gold and enameled pocket watches, one of which was Patek Philippe. South sea black pearls. It went on and on.

I realized I was staring into space so I climbed up off the floor. I sat in his chair that I had set off to the side. I wondered what else was in this house.

Just in this room there was a literal pirate’s hoard of gold and jewels and a giant collection of rare and potentially important books.

I thought about the stacks of paintings in an old servants room on the third floor that I’d seen. I wondered if that collection was filled with masterpieces too.

It was clear, I had to look for more inventories. I found it hard to believe he would inventory the safe so meticulously and nothing else. The letter said the safe was the only thing Howard didn’t know about. Maybe there were inventories in all those papers he gave me last week. I guess I knew what I was doing later.

For now, I was going to see if I could look up current values on these items from the safe. Most of the appraisals he had done were from the 70’s and 80’s.

I sat in the dining room with my laptop. It had become my ‘desk’ until I decided what I was going to do next. My computer came on and then blinked out. Shit.

Should I go back into town? I realized I wouldn’t make it to town before the computer store closed. I’d call and see what they said. Maybe they could walk me through something over the phone.

“Miller’s Tech, this is Elgin.”

“Hi, Elgin. I was in a few days ago with my laptop…..”

“Right, Al. How’s it going?”

“My computer is acting crazy again. I’m not sure if you can help me over the phone.”

“I might be able to. What’s it doing? Same as last time, freezing up?”

“No. This time it will turn on and then it shuts back off. It’s done it six or seven times.”

“Hmm…. I’d really need to see it. I’m not sure what might be going on.”

“I guess I could bring it in tomorrow. Are you working tomorrow?”

“I have school tomorrow, I won’t be here. Mr. Miller will be, but he doesn’t really work with computers.”

“Well, crap.” I trailed off. Small towns moved at such a slow pace. This wasn’t a work thing, but I would need my computer for that too, soon enough.

“The shop closes in ten minutes. I could come up to the house and look at it, if you’d like?”

No way! This kid was crazy. “Elgin, that’s so generous, but I couldn’t ask you to do that. I can wait a few days and bring it in. It’s totally fine.”

“I mean, if you want to wait. But I live about halfway up the bluff road, so you’re super close. Besides, every kid in this town has stories about the big red mansion on the hill with the Medusa standing guard. I’ve always wanted to see the house up close.”

“Really, the house is infamous? If you really don’t mind stopping by, you’re more than welcome to check it out. This house is incredible.” The pretty computer boy was coming over!

“Great! I’ll be up in about a half hour or so. I’ll see you later.”

I was so excited. Should I change? No, I needed to put this stuff back in the safe and close that back up. Okay, that’s what I’d do.

I was nearly pacing when he knocked on the door with the huge knocker. I ran to answer it.

“Hey, Elgin. Thanks again for stopping by. The computer is in the dining room. I could give you a quick tour first.”

“Yeah, that’s cool.” He seemed genuinely excited.

I showed him a few rooms on the front of the house and then I took him into the Victorian kitchen and pulled open the curtains.

“Wow!” He looked out at the view.

“I know. I might never leave.” I said it out loud and surprised myself. I really didn’t want to leave.

When I looked at him, he was looking at me. Those beautiful eyes. Damn, he was making me want things. I shook it off.

“Let me show you the computer.” I turned and walked towards the dining room. He followed.

He sat down in my chair and he asked me a few questions while he fiddled with the laptop. He pulled a tiny screwdriver out of his pocket and flipped the computer over. I was mesmerized as I watched his hands move.

“Can I ask you something personal, Al?” I jumped when he spoke.

“Sure. Ask me anything.”

“How old are you?”

Oh, good! “I’m forty. What about you?”

“I’m nineteen. I’ll be twenty in a month.”

A teenager. God, that only made him seem hotter even if it shouldn’t have. I’d never been into dating younger guys. I loved porn with a pretty, soft, feminine twink boy getting fucked by a hot muscle daddy though. Elgin was my porn dream boy, not the guy I would actually date.

“Are you married?” He was looking at the computer, while still asking me questions.

“No. Newly single, actually.”

“Oh, a divorce? Sorry.”

“No, no divorce. I’ve never been married. I broke up with my most recent boyfriend a little over a week ago.”

“His loss.” What did he mean by that?

“His loss? How do you mean?” I was feeling bold.

“You seem like a nice guy. You’re very handsome and smart. What’s not to like?” He looked right at me when he said it. It seemed totally innocent, but it made my loins burn.

“You have a girlfriend, Elgin?”

“No. I’m gay. But no boyfriend either. I’ve actually never had a boyfriend.”

“Why’s that? You’re very good looking and smart, too.”

“I don’t really click with people my own age. There’s a few guys at college that are gay, but here in town, no one is out unless they’re younger than me. There’s a couple of kids at the high school.” He kind of shrugged while he focused on the laptop.

“Does that make me the only “out” man in town now?”

“Yeah, besides me. There’s a handful of lesbians, but that’s it.”

“You’re out? That’s good. How is that around here?”

“I got outed in high school and that was that. It isn’t bad, for the most part. I have a feeling that if I had a boyfriend, you know publicly, it might get difficult. It couldn’t be ignored then, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. My coming out didn’t go great and it wasn’t on my terms either. My sister accidentally outed me. She felt terrible, but like you said, that was that.”

“Why did you break up with your boyfriend?”

“A lot of reasons, but the final reason was this house. I fell in love at first sight and he hated it immediately. He couldn’t stop being an ass about it and I was finally done.”

“He must be crazy, this house is amazing! That view blows my mind and I’ve lived in this town my whole life.” He was beaming at me. He was so fucking beautiful.

“Elgin, what is your family background? You have such stunning features. I hope that didn’t sound creepy or racist.”

“Not at all. My mom is black and my dad is Japanese and Laotian. What about you?”

“I’m Cuban. I go by Al, like I introduced myself, but my name is Alvaro Morgado. All Cuban.”

“Note to self, go to Cuba.” He grinned at me.

Was he flirting? Oh, damn. “Why go to Cuba? I’m right here.” I smoldered as I said it.

“I’ll remember that. I have bad news about this laptop though.” He shook his head ‘no’.

“Oh, no. It’s dead? Is all my stuff lost?”

“No, your files and stuff will be fine. We just need to get you a laptop with more storage and I can move all this stuff over for you.”

“Oh, thank goodness. All my work stuff is on the hospital server, but this is mostly personal stuff, like pictures.”

“You can order a computer online or I can build one for you.”

“You build computers?”

“Yeah, it’s not that impressive, I promise you.”

“Well it sounds impressive. Gorgeous and smart.” I didn’t necessarily mean to say that out loud.

I looked at him and he was looking into my eyes. He would look so pretty in a pair of panties and some thigh high stockings. His beautiful face was going to be in all my porn fantasies from now on.

“I’m not gorgeous.” He said it quietly.

“Are you kidding me?” I wanted to reassure him he was stunning. “Oh Elgin, you are very attractive. Your eyes. I can’t get enough of your eyes.”

Then his eyes were on me. I wanted to kiss him. I needed to calm down. He was so innocent and I’m a dirty old man.

“You really think I’m attractive? Are you attracted to me?” What a bold boy!

“Yeah, Elgin. I think you’re very attractive. And yes, I’m extremely attracted to you. Way more than I should be.”

“You shouldn’t be attracted to me? Why not? I’m nineteen.”

“I know, but that’s still really young. I’m more than twice your age. You’ve never had a boyfriend. You shouldn’t start with a man like me.”

He stood up. I was frozen in my seat. He walked around the table towards me. Oh my god. He was standing right next to me now. He smelled so good. I turned in my chair and faced him. He stepped closer, between my legs. He was so close, my fingers itched to touch him.

“Al, I’ve never had a boyfriend, that’s true. But that’s because I always really wanted a daddy. Would you want to be my daddy?”

“Oh, Elgin, yes. I’d love to be your daddy. But it’s such a bad idea, really.” I looked down but all I could see were his feet. That didn’t help.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

I nodded and shifted to give him more room to sit on my leg. He sat on my right leg, with his legs between mine. He gently put his arm around my shoulder. I didn’t move for a second but then I wrapped my right arm around his waist.

I pulled him closer, higher on my lap. I put my face against his neck. He smelled good enough to eat. I felt him put his hands on my head, pulling my face up to look at him. He bent down and touched his lips to mine. He was trying to push me to my limits. I was so close to snapping.

“Elgin.” I whispered it against his lips. It was a plea, a surrender. It was a question. He answered. He crushed his lips to mine and he put both arms around my neck. He tasted even better than he smelled. My arms tightened around his small, thin frame.

This was such a bad idea. I should have stopped this. Instead I just kissed him harder. God, I wanted him.

I pulled my lips away and pushed him away slightly. Through my panting breath, I tried to stop everything. “We have to cool it. This is way too fast. Elgin, you deserve so much more than this.” It was true.

“You said you were leaving soon. I just don’t want you to leave before I can show you how much I want you.” He rested his head on my shoulder. I pulled him in close and held him tight.

“I’m not leaving tomorrow. Let’s take some time to think this through. I respect you too much. I can’t just use you. Not like this.” It was all true.

I wanted him in my fem boy sex fantasies, but I wanted to give him something better for his first experience. I was somewhat disturbed by my mixed up feelings about him. I shouldn’t even consider sleeping with a nineteen year old virgin, at all!

He would regret all of this and I should act my age and control this situation. And yet, when he turned his head until our lips met again, I couldn’t help but kiss him back, with fervor.

Our kisses finally slowed and I helped him stand up. I stood up too, so I could move away, if I needed to. He looked unsure all of sudden. I pulled him in and hugged him to my chest. He felt perfect in my arms.

“Are you alright, Elgin?”

“Yes, I’m okay. I just think that when I leave, I’ll never hear from you again.” He pulled back from the hug and looked into my face, searching for the truth.

“That’s not true. I meant what I said about taking time to think. I know you have school tomorrow, so how about I come to the shop the day after and we can figure out what computer I should get?”

“Really, you’ll come back to see me? Just for the computer?” He looked at me with a pouty mouth and big, sexy bedroom eyes.

“No, not just for the computer. I want to see you again. Can you wait two days?” I tried to joke a little to ease the tension.

“I guess. I could come over tomorrow after school. I don’t work, so I’m free once I’m done with class.”

“What time do you get back from school?” I shouldn’t even be asking. But I wanted to see him tomorrow now that I knew it was an option.

“I get back from Manchester around three thirty. I could come over then.”

“Yeah, you sure could. And what would we do if you came over here? Talk about computers?”

“No, a really smart guy told me I should get paid for my computer knowledge. That’ll have to be done at the shop. Tomorrow will be work-free.” He bit his lower lip, the little tease.

“Oh, I see how it is. No more freebies now that you’ve gotten me hooked on your sweet technical skills. I guess I’ll have to think of something else to do with you tomorrow.”

“I have some suggestions……” His lips were back on mine as he said it. This delicious boy would be the death of me. And what a lovely way to die.

“I bet you do. Daddy might have to punish you for being so naughty.” I purred it out. I kissed him harder. Fuck, I wanted this boy.

He was practically climbing me in my dining room. That gave way to thoughts of what I wanted to do to him in every room of this giant house. That made me think of how loud we could get, way out here in the middle of nowhere. He was like a fire in my blood.

I put my arms under his legs and he read the sign and jumped into my arms, wrapping his legs around me. I turned, pinning him to the wall. I kissed him deeply while grinding my body into him.

“Yes, daddy!” He said it just when I thought I was going to be able to stop. Now I was afraid I’d never stop. He had his arms and legs tightly wrapped around me and he was taking every brutal kiss I gave him.

I wanted him so badly, my erection was raging in my jeans. I ground it against him even harder and he moaned into my mouth. I was going to fuck this boy if I didn’t get it together right now. I tried to pull away but he was not letting that happen. Damn it.

“I’m going to fuck you!” It was supposed to be a threat, but it just sounded like a desperate promise instead.

Fuck it. I stood up, away from the wall and got my balance with him in my arms, wrapped around me like a sexy spider monkey. I started to walk towards the formal living room that was next to the dining room. I dropped onto the couch which placed him nicely in my lap.

He pulled away from my mouth and pulled his shirt off over his head. I wanted to stop him but I was enthralled by his smooth, soft skin. I touched him with one big hand, running it across his chest and down his abs. His dark nipples were hard little nubs under my palm.

He started pulling my shirt off. I leaned forward so he could pull it from behind me. Once my shirt was gone, we crashed back together, kissing with our bare chests pressed against one another.

I slid my hands down and grabbed his ass. I pulled him closer to me, rubbing him over my erection. He moaned the sexiest sound into my mouth at the contact. I wanted to fuck him so badly.

I grabbed him and pushed him down onto the couch. He lay back and watched me with his gorgeous eyes. I unbuttoned his pants and started to pull them down. I could see his rock hard cock straining against his thin cotton underwear. His eyes were blown out with lust.

I bent down and put my mouth on his dick, still inside his boxer briefs. I ran my lips along his length. He was pretty big. I finally pulled my mouth away and dragged his underwear down. I took him into my mouth and started to gently suck.

His moaning was intoxicating and I loved the sound so I kept working him with my hot, wet mouth and tongue. I heard him finally get some words out.

“Suck my cock, daddy.” He could barely grit it out. He was being overwhelmed with pleasure. I drew on my years of experience and did some advanced cock sucking techniques that had him losing control, quickly.

I heard him yell and then my mouth was full of his salty seed. I sucked him until he was done coming. I sat back and looked at his face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. After a few seconds, he looked up at me and smiled.

I leaned over him and kissed him. He grabbed my neck, deepening the kiss. I pulled him up into my arms and I held him on the couch as our lips and tongues danced.

“I want to suck your big cock, daddy.” He nearly whined the words.

“No, baby, that’s all we’re doing tonight. It’s already gone too far. We need to stop for now.” I felt him nod against me. He knew this was far enough. Tomorrow was another day and we’d see what happened.

I helped him get his clothes back on and I walked him to the door. I kissed him one more time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, daddy. Thanks for the blow job. It was incredible.” I wanted to scoop him up and put him in my bed, right now.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby boy. Be good for daddy, okay?” He nodded and walked to his car. I watched him drive down the driveway. I needed to jerk off before I exploded.

I took a hot shower and imagined my hand was Elgin’s beautiful mouth. I came extremely hard and felt guilty about it. I was regretting a lot right now. I had no business messing around with this kid. He was so fucking young and innocent. And yet I still wanted him.

Even after masterbating in the shower, my whole package felt heavy and achy. I hadn’t wanted someone this badly, physically, since college. My body hurt with my lust for a teenager. Fucking hell.

I tried to work around the house to get my mind off of him but instead I found myself imagining him riding me in each room. I imagined me taking him from behind, making him scream, on every piece of antique furniture.

Maybe I needed to work out. I decided to jog down the driveway and up the bluff road to see what was beyond. I saw a few access roads, but not much else. Frost Manor, as I’d come to think of it, seemed to be the last residence on the bluff road.

Dusk came on and then darkness fell quickly in the thick woods. There were no street lights up here, so I headed home before I fell off a cliff somewhere.

I showered again and finally fell into a fitful sleep. In my dreams, Elgin was strapped down to a four postered bed, wearing a pink lacy tank top and panties. His swollen cock stuck out above the waistband. He was begging me for more. I woke up with that image still clear in my mind.

Was it three thirty yet? This was the longest day ever. I was horny and nervous and I couldn’t concentrate. I really felt like a young guy waiting for his first real date instead of a very experienced, grown ass man. I was a mess.

Close to the time I expected Elgin, I found several chores to do in the foyer and around the porch at the front door. I wanted to see him the very second he arrived.

I heard his tires on the gravel as he came through the trees onto the circular drive where I was loitering. I tried to act calm and collected even though I was far from either of those things.

“Hey, how was school?” I tried to act casual as I watched him climb out of his old car.

“You really do sound like a daddy. I like that. School was good, daddy. How was your day?” He was right in front of me by now.

“Too fucking long.” That was the whole truth of it.

“I see something else long.” His eyes had shifted to my crotch where I was unable to hide my excitement for this beautiful creature.

“So naughty. I should punish you for making me so fucking hard. Do you want to be punished, baby boy?”

Elgin nodded and bit his lip.

“Fuck.” I growled under my breath and then I reached over and grabbed him, picking him up and laying him over my shoulder. I carried him inside, listening to him giggle from my rough treatment.

I rested one hand on his perky little ass and squeezed until he squealed in delight. I felt his hand slide into the back of my waistband as he hung over my shoulder.

I was trying to decide if I was going to carry him to my bedroom upstairs or if I was going to ravish him right here in the foyer. He drove me completely wild. But I knew I wanted to take my time.

With that thought, I mounted the stairs and carried my prize to my private lair. In my bedroom, I gently laid him back onto my new bedding. Jesus fucking christ, I wanted him like I’d never wanted anything.

For a moment the thoughts swirled in my mind. Did I want him like this because of my recent relationship issues? Was it that he was just my fantasy boy? I really didn’t know and this wasn’t the time to worry about it.

“I think daddy needs to buy you some pretty things to wear on that perfect little body, baby. You’d look so good in lace and satin and maybe even a few straps of leather.” I stood over him and imagined it all.

“What’s your favorite color?” His flirting tone was totally on point. He’d never done this before, but he was already a pro.

“On you, probably pink. Maybe red.”

“I love pink.” His simple reply nearly took me out. All I could see was him in pink panties, pulled to the side, his pink hole gaping from being fucked by my thick manhood. Pink was exactly what I wanted.

“Would you wear lingerie for me? Lacy, girly things with ruffles and stockings? You don’t have to if you’re not into it, but you’d look incredible.”

“I’m into it. I’d love to dress up for you, daddy. You make me feel beautiful when you look at me like that.”

Damn. My body was throbbing and I wasn’t even touching him. But I was going to touch every inch of him, so I pulled off my shirt and climbed onto the bed beside him.

“We can take this nice and slow. I don’t ever want to hurt you, baby. Regardless of our little role play situation, I need you to know I respect you and I would never do anything you weren’t ready for. That’s a promise.”

“I know. I trust you.” His dark eyes looked serious. I was glad he was willing to have this conversation, so maturely, before we went any further.

“If you’re ever uncomfortable or just want to stop, we will. No questions asked. I’m not going to force you or manipulate you for my benefit. I want us both to enjoy each other, Elgin.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked into my eyes as I reclined next to him, explaining how I felt. He sat the rest of the way up and leaned over and gently kissed my lips.

“You are so sweet, Al. I always thought I’d be nervous when I was about to be with a man for the first time, but I’m not nervous, just unbelievably excited.” He grinned at me and I felt my heart pound into my ribs.

“Well, since I’m willing to give you the whole fucking world right now, tell me exactly what you want baby boy. I’ll make all your dreams come true.” I hadn’t planned on saying something like that, but I was glad I did.

“I want you, Al. All of you. You already make me feel so cared for and safe. I want my first time to be just like this. Open and honest and safe. Please make love to me.”

“Oh, baby, I plan to do just that.” I reached for him and we fell into each other, kissing and touching, taking our time.

We slowly helped each other undress until he lay in my arms totally nude and breathless. My erection pressed against his leg as our mouths met again.

“You’re enormous.” His voice sounded both excited and intimidated.

“Yeah, probably bigger than you wanted for your first time. If it ever hurts you, I’ll stop.”

“I’ve never been with a man but I do own several toys. I have a horse cock that’s as long as you, but nowhere as thick.”

“What color is it?” I’m not sure why that was the first thing that popped into my mind, but it was.

“Red and black. It makes me come really hard.”

“Oh fuck. How do you fuck yourself with it?” I licked my lips waiting for his answer.

“I usually lay on my side, curled up, and use my right hand to thrust it in and out of my tight asshole.”

“When did you last use it?”

“The first time you came into the shop. I went home and fucked myself, wishing it was you inside me.”

“Holy fuck, baby boy. Horse cock, huh?” I grinned at him. “How about a hot, living stallion cock? You want me to give it to you?”

“Yes.” He said it immediately, sounding urgent, his lips on mine as he spoke.

“Mmmmmmm.” He tasted so good and his soft young body pressed against me was driving me crazy. I needed to be inside him soon, really soon.

We shifted until his head was on the pillow. His legs were spread wide open. He held onto his calves, spreading himself open to me, inviting me to use his virgin hole. His beautiful face looked needy and not nervous.

“You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, Elgin. My god.” I leaned all the way over him and kissed him, resting a good portion of my weight on top of him.

“Please, daddy, I need you.” He protested as I slowly kissed down his jaw, his neck, across his chest. I licked each nipple and continued down to his navel. I kissed down his lower abdomen and found his smooth cock and balls.

A few curly hairs nestled at the base of his erection, but otherwise he was hairless. He was perfect. I sucked him in, savoring the taste of him. I licked and sucked his balls until he was moaning.

I pushed him up further and he quickly repositioned his arms, holding his legs completely spread and out of my way.

My mouth came down and covered his perfect little entrance. I licked his tight pucker, making him gasp and tense up with pleasure.

I ate his ass like a starving man. Everything about him tasted amazing and made me want to worship him forever. My tongue pushed into him making him call out.

“Daddy!” He was nearly thrashing. His legs were trembling and his penis was fully erect and leaking pre-cum.

I left his anus behind, dripping with my salvia. I sucked his rod into my mouth, enjoying his discharge on my tongue.

I sat up and touched his hands to let him know he could release his legs. He followed my cues and relaxed his legs on the bed on either side of me. I moved over him and kissed him deeply.

His lithe arms draped around my muscular neck as I sucked his tongue into my mouth and devoured him. It was incredible having him in my arms. I rolled so he was on top of me.

He pulled back and kissed down my chest, licking the defined lines of my large pectorals. His eyes flicked back up to mine as he moved down between my legs.

“You don’t have to do that, baby boy. This is all about you right now.” I watched him intently.

“I want to. I’ve wanted to since you sucked me off yesterday.”

Holy shit! That was just yesterday. Time moved freakishly slow and fast at the same time up here on the secluded bluff.

His pouty lips stretched over my thick head as it disappeared into his wet mouth. “Ahhh, yes. Oh baby, that feels incredible.”

He probably hadn’t ever given a blow job, and even if he had, he was still very inexperienced. But unsurprisingly, his mouth felt like heaven as he sucked and licked my massive manhood.

He was clearly enjoying my giant cock as he explored it thoroughly with his mouth and hands. He looked happy. I had forgotten that sex was supposed to make you happy like that.

My need for him shot through the roof with my thoughts and I pulled him off my cock and back up to me, where I could plunder his mouth again.

“How do you want me, baby?” I asked him as I held him close, stroking his hair and down his neck.

“Like this.” He rolled the rest of the way onto his back, tugging at me to get me to move over him. I eagerly complied.

“Remember, if you want to stop for any reason, I will. Immediately.” I made meaningful eye contact with him.

“Okay.” He nodded along with his reply.

“Come here then.” I pulled him closer, kissing him again, hovering over him somewhat as my fingers trailed down to find his hole.

I pressed one fingertip to his tight sphincter. I gently pushed it inside and his body relaxed to accept the thick digit. I stroked his prostate lightly making him shiver and groan into my mouth.

I slowly added a second finger, easing him open further. He wrapped his arms around me tighter and kissed me frantically as my two thick fingers started to fuck his tight hole.

“You like that?” I mumbled my question against his lips.

“Yes, daddy. I need more.” He sounded so needy and innocent. It was a heady combination.

I pushed both fingers in deeper, pulling them apart slightly to stretch his muscles. He relaxed easily into each movement, clearly wanting and enjoying everything I did to him.

With my two fingers spread open wider, I pushed the tip of my third finger into his burning hot hole. He gasped and clenched, his body tensing all along his limbs.

I stopped cold and waited. Finally he let out a breath and relaxed. I felt his body melt and his hole accepted my invasion.

“Are you alright, baby?” I still didn’t move the hand that was inside him, waiting to make sure he was ready for more.

“Yeah, it felt like a pinch and it burned, but it passed. I expected it. It felt like that when I started using toys. I’m ready for more, daddy. I need you.”

I groaned at his soft, encouraging words. I needed to continue to take my time but my body wanted to pound into him until I exploded. Patience, doctor.

I very slowly worked him with three lubricated fingers. I’d been with a virgin in my residency and I remembered that he benefited from taking the time with a third finger before taking my extremely thick erection. The head being the thickest part, and the first hurdle for any tight bottom, not just virgins.

After a relatively short amount of time, he was easily accepting my three fingered fucking. I was still gentle and moving slowly and steadily, but he was loving it which made me harder and more eager.

“Are you ready to try to take me, my beautiful boy?” I whispered the words into his ear as he clung to me.

“Yes, daddy. I want your gorgeous cock. I need it.”

“It’s all yours, love.” I kissed him as I slowly pulled my fingers out of his ass. He whimpered, protesting the emptiness. I planned on filling that emptiness with something infinitely better.

I pulled back and braced myself above him, my heavy member laying against his smaller, but still impressive shaft. I pushed my hips forward, causing our bodies to rub along each other’s erection. His eyes rolled back in his head at the contact.

I reached down and fisted my throbbing cock, pumping it several times to spread lube over every inch. I held myself while I lined up with his perfect, virginal hole.

He begged quietly as I rubbed the enormous head over his tiny little pucker. It looked like an impossible feat to get my monster into that untried boy pussy, but I was going in, without a doubt. Unless he stopped me, and then I’d stop.

He didn’t ask me to stop. He encouraged, begged, wiggled and whined as I pushed him open. It was a bit of a struggle, like pushing a whale into a keyhole, but I kept the pressure even and steady.

My perfect baby boy relaxed himself as much as possible and breathed through each small gain. Our eyes met and held as I felt him start to give under the pressure.

The moment that my head passed into his body, his ring squeezed down tightly after accepting such a giant foreigner, clamping around my dick. The tightness was nearly painful, which lit an even hotter fire in my balls.

I paused, feeling feral, but still maintaining control for this angel underneath me. Elgin relaxed his muscles, breathing deeply. Even as relaxed as he could get, he was still tighter than anything I’d ever fucked. It was incredible and erotic.

I rubbed more lube around his abused hole, hoping to make it easier on him. I was fascinated with the imagery of his tiny, soft body stretched to a nearly unrecognizable state with my dark, thickly veined shaft partially inside him.

Even as a doctor, it looked incredible and I had to fight to control myself even harder. I wanted to plunge into him, make him scream and drown him in my cum, but I stayed focused on my young lover.

I pushed forward slightly, making him yell out. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed, so I stopped. A split second later, his head popped up and his eyes were wide.

“More! I need more!” He sounded almost panicked.

I watched him closely as I pushed in further. He held my eyes, challengingly. It made me growl and I pushed forward again, giving another fat inch.

He was making a nearly constant keening sound that was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. I knew it was a mind-blowing mix of both.

Even as he whined out his pleasured pain, he frantically nodded at me, begging for even more. He looked desperate and lust addled as his eyes begged me to fuck him.

I pushed in, giving him nearly the whole length. His eyes closed again and he arched up off the bed like he was possessed, Exorcist style. His hands curled up around his face and neck, his whole body rigid and still.

“Baby?” Just as I got the word out, he blew out a massive gust of breath and relaxed back onto the mattress, panting from his ordeal.

“Oh fuck me, daddy. You feel so good.” He gasped the words, barely understandable. He finally lifted his head enough to make eye contact again. “Love me, Al. Please, love me.”

His entrancing brown eyes were filled with unshed tears of exquisite pleasure as he asked me to love him. It hit me that I really was falling in love with him. Before I could panic over that realization, I bent low and kissed his beautiful mouth.

I slowly pushed my body into him until I couldn’t get deeper. Our tongues tangled as I pulled myself back, sliding out about halfway. Slowly I pushed back in.

I pulled back and added more lubricant when I pulled out a second time. This time I slid in easier, mostly due to his body adjusting, but the lube helped a bit anyway.

After I eased my way up to a nice slow pace, pulling halfway out and sliding back in carefully, I asked if he was ready to move on to some harder fucking.

“Yes! Daddy, you feel so good. I want it harder.”

I still remained cautious. I could easily lose myself in this incredible boy and fuck him and myself into oblivion, but that wasn’t what he needed his first time. I could seriously injure him, tear him completely open. I wouldn’t allow that to happen to him.

I increased my pace to a drugging, yet gentle, rhythmic tempo. It was a speed that felt like love making. It wasn’t fucking, or exploratory like before. It was a passionate coupling of bodies, meant to ignite both our souls and stimulate every nerve ending.

His body moved in perfect time with mine, his arms around my neck, holding on to me as I worshipped him. I filled him over and over. My hips wanted to go faster, but I resisted the urge.

We’d kiss and then look deeply into each other’s eyes and then go back to kissing. It was the most incredible, intimate experience of my life. My body moving within him the whole time.

“Daddy!” He sounded urgent and his arms tightened around my neck. “Make me cum, daddy.” I could feel his body was ready for release.

“Can I breed you, baby boy? Do you want me to fill you with my cum?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” His eyes were squeezed shut, his climax racing through him. I felt his cock twitching and throbbing between our connected bodies.

His cum was hot as it pulsed out, coating both our stomachs, spilling down his side onto the bed. I thrust harder several times to wring him dry as his balls clenched to empty themselves between us.

His moans, his gasps and him screaming my name in his pure ecstasy pushed me over the edge. I pumped into him faster, still careful not to destroy him, until I felt my whole body start to tingle.

My last few thrusts were stuttered and out of sink as my earth shattering orgasm rocked through me, head to toe. I started to cum and I roared with my release.

I gathered Elgin into my arms and held him tightly to my large, sweaty body as I emptied myself deep inside his bowels. I continued to twitch, throb and pump out more and more semen.

My body finally stopped ejaculating and my hips unlocked and I relaxed. Before I crushed my tiny lover beneath my spent body, I rolled to my side and pulled him along with me, our bodies still engaged.

The second I could get enough air to speak, I asked him the only thing I’d been thinking. “Are you alright, baby? Did I hurt you?”

He either heard or sensed my near panic because he answered me, reassuring me, soothing me.

“I’ve never been better, Al. That was…….. I honestly have no words for how wonderful being with you, like this, was.”

“You’re not in any pain? I am a doctor.” I was still serious.

“No, daddy, no pain. My body is vibrating with pleasure everywhere. I don’t want you to pull out.” He snuggled closer, holding on to me even tighter.

“Me neither, but it’s going to slide out here in a minute when it gets soft, whether I want it to or not. But don’t worry, I left plenty of myself in there and I’ll be back inside you before you know it.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart, my precious baby boy.”

After we calmed, we both yawned and stretched. “Take a shower with me?”

“That sounds nice. Do you have a big bathtub in this place?”

“I do. Would you rather take a bath?” I kissed the top of his head as we lay together, chatting softly.

“As long as it’s with you.” His words cut right into my memory.

Less than two weeks ago I was wishing for this exact thing. A lover who wanted to cuddle and talk with me. Someone that wanted to shower with me afterwards and continue the loving in other ways.

I pushed it down. Regardless of how perfect this all felt, he was so young and I wasn’t going to be staying. Two more weeks was all I had. I couldn’t give him more than that and it pissed me off. It felt unfair and confusing.

I had a real life and a job. I could probably get back out here once a month or every few months for a few days, but that wasn’t fair to him. If that’s all I could offer him, it would be beyond selfish of me.

He needed to date guys his own age. Or at least guys that were nearby and could commit to him. I felt a burning flash of jealousy, thinking of other men touching my boy.

No one would be good enough for him. He deserved the world, and I couldn’t be the one to give it to him. It hurt my heart to think about walking away. Watching him love someone other than me. No one could love him like I did.

What? Oh shit. I was in love with him. I needed a cold shower, but instead, I was going to take a bath with my love. I was so fucked. This whole thing was fucked up.

We ran a bath and sunk into the bubbles. I sat back against the tub and he sat on my lap, his head laying back on my shoulder.

I washed his chest and arms. I moved down to his crotch and softly handled his penis and his testicles, gently cleansing away our sweat and seed.

He turned in my lap and faced me. He washed my neck and shoulders. I watched his stunning face as he concentrated on my big, firm body.

He soaped my chest and stomach, his hand below the water, sliding closer to my cock. The thought of him touching me was already getting me aroused.

He discovered my arousal himself and looked up to meet my eyes. The smile that curved across his face made something inside me snap.

I grabbed Elgin and yanked him against my body, connecting our mouths. He entwined his arms around me, anchoring himself for our fevered make out session.

We finally came up for air and smiled at each other like idiots. It made me chuckle and he flushed and buried his face in my hair by my ear.

“Ready to get out and dry off?”

He nodded but he didn’t move. I wrapped my arms around him and stood, picking him up with me like he was as light as a feather. The water ran down our bodies and we still clung to one another.

Eventually we managed to get dried off. I put on a pair of boxers and he slipped into the t-shirt I’d been wearing when he arrived. It was huge on him and he looked freshly fucked and completely fuckable all at once.

“It smells like you.” He’d said it when I offered him a clean shirt from the dresser. He pulled the neck of the shirt up and buried his face in it, inhaling my scent. It made my heart race.

The smallest things he did made the biggest impressions on me. Even when I was younger and in some pretty intense relationships, no one ever had this effect on me.

It probably had to do with my age and the stage of life I was in. I was teetering between youth and middle-aged and it was harder than I expected. I was still alone and now I was obsessed with an impossible, beautiful, delicious young man.

I was going to label this as a mid-life crisis when I reminisced about it in the future. It’ll be the story about that time when I took up with a gorgeous teenage boy for a month, way back when I was forty.

I refocused on the here and now and led Elgin back to the bed. We pulled the covers back and climbed in. It was early evening, but I just wanted to hold him right now. He seemed on the same page without us discussing it.

I’d bought a big TV for this room and another for the living room near the kitchen. I turned it on. “Something you’d like to watch?”

“Anything other than the news, please.” His answer hit me right in the face.

Jeffery and his annoying obsession with MSNBC. One more night with Kasie or Mika and I might have murdered him.

I hated the news, especially cable news with their twenty four hour stream of terror. Occasional local news was plenty for me. I could read about all the important stories online if I wanted to absorb more negative energy.