Axel Chamberlain-Smith

Perfect Son:
Daddy's Perfect Lover

Part III
Seattle Bound: Sex in Seattle

He stroked his rock hard dick. He reveled in his renewed sense of sexual potency. It was empowering to feel so sexually alive again. He had not woken up with a hard on in years. He was a male in rut. His cock demanded attention. He stroked his cock as he visualized beautiful Nick, his lithe, smooth body, his lovely face, his glittering hazel eyes, his long lashes, his adorable little cock and his pink jewels, those lovely little boy balls. He longed to kiss him and to fondle those lovely little boy nuggets. What had occurred between them had been wonderful and it had been completely satisfying. He wanted more. He wanted to explore his lovely boy more thoroughly and completely and openly. The previous day had been only a beginning, shocking and wondrous. His passion for the boy demanded more, slower, sensuous love making. He wanted to explore the boy fully and to experiment with him in even more satisfying man-boy love making. He felt the man juice rise in his cock. His cock demanded release, it demanded an orgasm. As he lay in bed stroking his newly potent cock, thinking of beautiful, sweet Nick, he felt his balls tighten and a load of cum rise in his balls. He kicked the sheets off, he spread his legs and played with his loose smooth sack. He cupped his balls in his hand. They were hefty, full, round, low in his sack. He had a real set of man nuts. He liked that too. His bag tightened. The feeling was electric. It was simply incredible, the reason for his urgent need more so. He liked the feel of his own cock, he liked his balls, he liked the load that they stored. His cock was rock hard and ready to make love. He wanted to cum, he wanted to lay down a load. He slowed his stroking. He enjoyed the thought of denying himself that easy gratification. He decided to hold onto that load and savor it, to savor the need to cum. He'd deny himself an easy jack off in favor of a sense of delayed gratification. He'd enjoy the urgency of his need to ejaculate and he would think of Nick, the cause of it all. He'd enjoy that feeling of being horny for the boy. He released his cock. It pulsed on his belly. It felt good to want to shoot a load. The reason for it felt better. He stretched and looked at the clock. It was 7:30, time to get up. The day was wasting and he did not want to miss any of it. He fairly leaped out of bed. He opened the curtains and gazed out across the hotel grounds. He stretched long and fully. He tapped his belly. Yeah, he was a stud. It was another glorious spring day. He stroked his still hard cock again. He slapped it against his belly. He jerked his cock, one, two strokes. It sprang straight up, demanding attention. He looked down at himself. He had to admit, he had a great looking cock. He lightly squeezed the fleshy perfectly symmetrical cock head. For the first time in a long time, he felt fortunate to be a good looking man with a hot piece of equipment. He was a lucky guy. He was sexually alive and he was well and he had woken up to the possibilities of enjoying his sexuality and exploring it with renewed vigor. His feelings excited him and inspired in him delighted wonder, wonder at his own feelings and wonder that such a miraculous thing could have happened. He liked the charged up feeling. Sexual urgency shot straight through him directly to his cock. He felt desirable. He felt like a stud, a man who had last woken to the true wonder of his own powerful sexuality and to the urgency of his own needs. This was a new and thrilling sensation. As he thought of these things and of the object of his newly discovered zest, he languidly played with his cock. And he thought about the reason for it all, that divine, ethereally pretty little boy who had awoken him to life.

He thought that on such a beautiful morning he would go for a swim. And he had a problem to solve. He had to think clearly. Coffee would help. And a swim would give him time to devise a plan. He felt an urgent need to see his precious boy before flying out in the afternoon. He knew Nick felt the same need and that he would be terribly disappointed if they did not see each other. He had to see him and reassure them both that what had happened was indeed real and that their coupling was no accident, no one time thing. Seeing the boy would require a fairly straightforward bit of scheming. There was a very real danger. It lay in raising even the faintest suspicion in the boy's father. He, they, could not appear too eager. He had to devise a plan that appeared off-hand, spontaneous and casual. Since the pool did not open until 9 o'clock on Sunday mornings, he decided to shower and pack and think.

Will stepped fresh from the shower. As he was wrapping a towel around his waist, his cell rang. Still dripping wet he crossed the room and picked up his cell. It was Mitchell Perry. "Good," he thought, "the call is coming to me. Let's see how this shakes out. Hello, Mitch, good morning. I'm up, just showered. You're up early."

To his surprise and delight it was Nick's sweet voice on the other end of the line. "Hi! I'm up too. Daddy is sort of. Please come and have breakfast with us! I miss you and so does Daddy."

"I've been thinking of you guys, and especially you, guy!"

"Me too. That's why I asked Daddy if we could invite you for breakfast. Well, it's not exactly breakfast, it's later than regular breakfast, but we are having eggs, and we want you to come. Daddy says to tell you that we are both inviting you, so you have to come. And I know your plane isn't until much later so you have plenty of time. And I have to tell you that I am sorry to call you so early."

"It's not too early to hear from you. But suppose I have plans."

Nick was crestfallen. Will could hear it in his voice. "You do?"

"Yes, I'm going to go swimming in a little while. You're way too good and I have decided that I need get in better shape."

"Come and go swimming with me! We can practice together!"

"Yeah, I know where that will get me. I need a real work out." He loved saying that, 'a real workout.' "You're a big time swimmer. I have to work hard to catch up. Put your father on, I bet you just cooked this up yourself. I know you."

"Daddy, Will thinks that you haven't invited him. Please tell him to come." Mitch got on the line.

"I am sorry to call you so early. I resisted as long as I could. This is all 'You-Know-Who's' idea. If you have had enough of us, just say so. However, the other resident here will be very unhappy if you don't come over and have brunch with us. He's a sneaky guy." Will could hear Nick on the other end of the line protesting this characterization. He smiled. Nick was a "sneaky guy" and he appreciated his thinking for the two of them. Mitchell continued, "He woke me at 7 o'clock, snuck into my bed and announced that he had a really great idea. He does all his best thinking early in the morning. I was dead asleep. It's supposed to be a day off for me, I had thought it might be nice to sleep in, but I had not cleared that with the Ace here. In the interest of a few more minutes of sleep I agreed to call you but not before 8. That having been said, we, the both of us, would love to have you come over for brunch. We really would love to have you join us. We have no plans today other than to have you for brunch. One of us will be cooking, I'm not sure which but we can scramble eggs."

Will was flattered and of course he had spent the early morning plotting how he would plot to see the boy. Now he did not have to engineer anything at all. His problem had been solved for him and in the nicest manner. Nick had been done that for them. That was special. "I am actually packing, and I am going for a swim. I'm looking forward to it. I think I got religion. I should be done here and wrapped up by 12-12:3O. How's that? My plane's at 4."

"Perfect. Nick will be so happy. See you then. I think I'm awake, I'm not sure yet, but I should be by noon." Nicky was indeed happy.

"Thanks, Daddy. This is so perfect." Once again well-practiced, but charming manipulation had produced the result he desired. Nick ran off to tell Manuel. On hearing who was coming for breakfast, and knowing that Mr. Mason was Mr. Perry's boss, Manuel decided to step things up. He ran the household efficiently but, he very seldom had an opportunity to put his formal training to work. He decided that the occasion warranted something more elegant than bacon and eggs. He ordered Nicky and Mitch to stay out of the way. He offered them toast, juice and coffee for Mr. Perry, and then told them to clear out of the way. He instructed them to go do something, anything and to stay out of his way. He laid the table on the terrace with the good white china. He brought out Mr. Perry's mother's often polished but never used silver. On the table he arranged two pretty glass vases with flowers from the garden. After checking the refrigerator, and finding it deficient, he went to the farmer's market in the village to buy fruit, oranges for juice, and fresh eggs.

Taking Manuel at his word, which was always a wise thing, Mitch suggested that they take their 8 and 9 irons and wedges out into the front yard and hit some balls to the green. In this case the "greens" were two areas that Mitch identified on opposite sides of the large greensward of the front yard. In a swale at the bottom of the yard near the street he jabbed a pole into the grass. He did the same in the far corner of the yard near the trees that screened their yard from their neighbors. Mitch tried to make these practice sessions as much like a game as he could. Mitch loved coaching his son and Nicky loved any activity that he could share with his father. They invented the rules as need arose. The shot closest to the "hole" won, it was that simple. There were other rules but they were minor compared to the basic premise. That they were not hitting long shots which made them more evenly matched. Nick had a real chance of scoring points. The object was to teach his son the finer points of touch and feel for the club and the ball. Except for several shots that sailed into the neighbor's side yard Nick played very well. His father won most of the points as he should have, but this did not in any way dampen the boy's enthusiasm for the game. They challenged each other to make fine shots. The hour passed pleasantly. Despite the happiness Nick always felt in the company of his father, he kept one eye cocked on the driveway. He could not wait to see Will's car turn into the long drive at the bottom of the hill. Promptly at 12 o'clock he saw it nose around the corner and start up the rise to their front door. They were in the midst of hitting to the green in the swale.

"Daddy, Will is here!"

Will pulled up into the car park in front of the house. Nick laid his club down, waved and tore off towards the car. He opened the door. "You're here." Will, as eager to see the boy as Nick was to see him, got out of the car. He looked his usual immaculate self, very casual and very comfortable. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans. They had a plain front, very slim. He wore a short sleeve fitted Boss Tee shirt in grey ombre with dark grey contrast stitching. He had given the T shirt sleeves a single roll up. He wore stove pipe slightly faded blue jeans, finished with grey socks and black Pumas. Will looked relaxed, elegant. He wore his age with a grace and a style that few men his age could muster. He did not try to disguise his delight at seeing Nick. Nor did Nick. Will smiled, actually grinned, as the boy approached. His eyes were alive. He was simply too delightful. He could barely restrain himself from bending down and taking Nick into his arms. He tried mightily to feign a certain casualness which given the situation he deemed absolutely necessary. He did not wish to arouse any jealousy in the father nor the least suspicion that he and his son had done what they had done. Caution was the watchword and the only sane policy. Yet he could not hide his pleasure in little Nick. That feat of restraint was quite an impossibility.

"So you guys working on your short games? I think I am going to need a lesson myself to keep up with you." Nick beamed. He also did not try to hug Will or touch him; his smile, as did Will's, said everything. He was thrilled to see his friend again. "We're hitting balls at the stick over there and the one way down at the bottom of the hill. We have rules, but we make things up as we go too." Nick called over to his father who was approaching. "Daddy, maybe Will wants to play too?"

"Sure. We were ordered to stay out of the way, so we decided to hit a few." He handed Will his 9 iron. "Those poles are the pins on the 'greens.' You're not going to get any run up. We make up the placement of the ball each time we hit. The person who has the honor gets to select the location of the loser's ball. The ball has to be placed behind the perimeter which is right around here. Or the winner of the last point can move the perimeter closer to the hole. But both players have to hit from the same approximate distance. Does that make any sense? We hit a few keeping score and then go get the balls and hit them back up the hill." Mitchell swept his arm in a wide arc. "The person who lands closest to the pin wins a point. No second shots, one shot only. It couldn't be simpler. Those are the rules. Nick, you hit a few with Will. I am to let Manuel know when you have arrived. Brunch will be right along. I am quite sure we are having more than the eggs I promised you." Mitch put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Nick, no betting, and don't make up any new rules. And since Will is our guest I think you should give him the honor." Mitchell thought his boss looked more relaxed, less tense and more at ease than he had when he arrived in town. He was sure they had something to do with it. It flattered him to think that Will could relax around them and with them. He was delighted that he was clearly charmed by Nick. That too was very flattering. He was pleased that he and his son could affect such a change in this buttoned up man. "One last thing, this is Nick's game, he's very good at it, so don't give him anything. His short game is getting better and better. I'll be back in a minute." Mitchell walked up the lawn to the house and went inside. Will and Nick were alone.

"I'm so glad you came. When I am not with you, I miss you."

"I know. I feel the same way."

"I looked with Daddy on his Blackberry and, I'm not going to see you for two whole weeks. That's a very long time."

"You know that I will be counting the days until I see you again. It's going to be a long time for me too. But it's not as long as you think. Besides, we are seeing each other today. I have to tell you, you're very sneaky! This time you did it. It wasn't me." He looked down at Nick and once again remarked on his extraordinary beauty. He melted all over again. He flashed on his naked smoothness, his lovely little body, the electric touch of his skin, his perfect youth. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder. Nick placed his hand over Will's. "Nick, I can't tell you how good I feel when we are together, like yesterday. I hope you're happy too."

Nick looked up at Will. He was not smiling. His face was grave, serious. "Will, you know I am so happy too. And when we kissed and touched, well I want to kiss you again and again. I'm so glad we're friends."

"I'm gonna miss you, and I can't even kiss you goodbye or touch you good bye. It's hard but we will do it. Right?" Nick nodded.

Will removed his hand from the boy's shoulder. He knelt down in front of his angel. "I'm so glad you invited me over, I am, and I like you so much. I think we like each other a lot. Let's have a great time today. Just being with you is a great time for me." Nick nodded. Will continued. "So let's have some fun. Show me how you play this game of yours and remember your father said 'No new rules!'" He looked directly into the boy's eyes. He needed to finish his thoughts about them. He had to say one last thing. "You know that as much as you like me, I like you every bit as much. So we're even. I'm counting the days too and, then we will see each other again and we will do what we did yesterday and be with each other and it will all be okay again. You have to be a big boy and understand. Just because I am not with you does not mean that I am not thinking of you every day and wanting to be with you. You understand that?" Nick nodded again. "Now, sweetie, let's have a wonderful day and show me how to play this game of yours, okay?"

Nicky brightened. He had a difficult time not reaching out to touch Will, his handsome face full of character, the fine lines in his mature face, the dark, masculine shadow above his lips. He wanted to touch him as he had the day before but, he knew he could not.

"Daddy says you should hit first. It's your honor. But the rules are that I get to place your ball." Nicky took his Will's ball and placed it as far from the stick as he could within the rules. He had chosen this placement often with his father. It was a difficult one. It was a blind shot to the stick. "Ok, your shot! From here." Will laughed. "Thanks for the lie." He tousled Nick's hair and then he addressed the ball and hit a soft high arcing shot towards the 'pin.' It was not a very good shot, landing 15 feet [4½ m] from the stick where it stopped short.

"Now I hit from where I want, but it has to be as far away as your ball." Nicky dropped his ball in the grass 10' [25 cm] from Will's. It was a better lie. He had given himself a straight shot at the stick. He addressed the ball and hit a shot that landed 12' [30 cm] from the pin. It rolled another 2' [5 cm] and stopped pin high. He ran up to see where it had landed.

"Nice shot! You've been doing this." They hit three more balls, Nick choosing the lie one more time, before Will began to get the feel of the placement. Then he hit three much better shots before they set off to retrieve their balls. They laughed as they walked up and over the hill and down to the "pin.". Nicky took Will's hand. He looked up at him adoringly. "At least we can do this. And I didn't mean to give you such a bad lie on your first shot. That wasn't very nice."

"Will laughed. "Oh, yes you did and now that I know how good you are, I am going to try a lot harder. I was just letting you win."

"You were not!" They both laughed and walked down to their balls.

After another three rounds in which Will won 2, Mitch called them to lunch. As they came through the kitchen he introduced Mr. Mason to Manuel who at his officious best showed them to the terrace. The table was lovely. It was laid with a first course of diced melons and berries topped with fresh yogurt, mint and honey. And there was fresh squeezed juice. Manuel poured coffee. He offered the men Bloody Mary's which they happily accepted. Lunch was superb, fruit crepes, fluffy omelets, whole wheat baguette toast and more fresh-squeezed orange juice. They fell under the spell of the good food, of the warm lazy spring day and of the relaxed, happy company they shared with each other. A feeling of well-being enveloped them.

During the week Will had spent in Mitch's office Mitch sensed that an easier camaraderie was developing between them. Theirs had been a relationship predicated solely upon the business of law. The two men were very alike in their dedication to their profession, in their analytical abilities, and in their understanding of the way things should work. Will certainly knew Mitch's work and admired the results he achieved. His performance reviews had always been glowing. He had remarked on Mitch's advance up the ranks. But it was not until they worked one-on-one that Wilson Mason began to appreciate him for the fine personal qualities he possessed. As much as Will respected him as an attorney, Mitchell, the man revealed himself to be a thoughtful, polished, considerate human being, just the sort of man the law firm hoped to find in its employees. These were assets that carried considerable weight within the ethos of the firm and marked those attorneys who possessed such strong interpersonal skills as candidates for advancement. Wilson noted all these qualities, Mitchell's self-assurance, his dedication to his work and his acute awareness that the law was predicated upon human psychology. In addition he could not help but notice the man's physical attributes. He was a very handsome man. This too worked very much in his favor. Mitch, for his part, had grown to like this reserved, dignified man and he felt privileged to not only have his confidence and support but to feel that theirs had the makings of more than a working relationship. Both men sensed a real male-to-male bond developing between them. It was unspoken, tacit, not to be discussed, but they felt it in equal measure. It was a rare dynamic, one not often achieved between men, especially when its basis rested upon a professional relationship.

For his part Mitchell Perry had great respect for the senior partner and CEO of the firm. But it was only in the week that they had spent working together that he began to know Wilson Mason, the man, as Will was discovering him. He had noted his reserve, his aloofness, his efficiency in dissecting the law and its meaning for the firm's clients. It was not until he had suggested a round of golf that Mitchell had truly begun to think that he had gained his confidence and a measure of real friendship. It was not until the next afternoon when Will suggested that he play golf alone with his son that Mitchell felt there was a genuinely nice and real human being behind the rather reserved and stern façade the man presented in the office. He was surprised, pleased and even flattered by the genuineness of the offer. Such a gesture represented a different Wilson Mason. Mitchell could not help but think that that brief encounter with his son had had a marked and very salutary effect upon Will. It did not take a psychologist to realize that. He attributed the change to the disarming charm of his dear son. But there was more to it than that. He was delighted to think that he and his son might reawaken in this man a zest for living, an excitement for life. He flattered himself to think that his boss had responded to them and that perhaps he felt he could truly relax in their company. Perhaps he was idealizing and seeing what he wished to see, but he felt that Will did indeed like them and that he enjoyed their company. Separately and together he and his son had affected a change in his boss, this he was sure of. He liked the fact that their example and their friendship for him might bring something special to Will's life, a rekindled enthusiasm for the living life.

He could not help but be gratified and flattered that Will's obvious affection for his son signaled tacit approval of his parenting skills. It was immensely satisfying to him that another man, a man who he respected, and liked, a man his equal in every way, made it quite clear to him that he was a very good father. This approval was in the main unspoken but, he felt it nevertheless. Mitch thought that perhaps Will saw in the boy the grandson he did not have. Perhaps his interest in little Nick signaled a desire to be a grandfather by proxy. Mitch felt that this would be fine, up to a point, but that point was far from being crossed. Mitch believed that he had exactly one shot at fatherhood and he was determined to get it right. He felt that Will's presence and his example in his son's life could only be for the good. Since they had played golf together and gotten on so well, he decided to encourage their budding friendship. There was a chemistry between them, that was obvious. Mitchell felt genuine empathy for this man who he knew from their brief conversations had spent many years emotionally isolated and alone. His reserved manner was in a manner a protective façade. He was glad that spending time with their tiny family unit could have such an immediate and salutary effect.

Mitch was correct in his assessment. Will had indeed succumbed to the Perry family. He saw in the Perry's an idyllic family, one far removed from his own experience as both a child and an adult. But he also found the Perry's so very appealing for one reason that Mitchell could never have guessed. Will was very much reawakened, recharged and reignited but, little could Mitchell ever suspect that this renewed enthusiasm for life pointed directly to his son's seductive and very sexual allure. It was a thought that would never have entered his mind. The truly shocking reason for Will's sudden emergence from his cocoon would never have occurred to Mitchell Perry. He attributed the beneficial effects he observed in the man to the most benign of causes. Whatever the cause, the change he observed in Will gave him real satisfaction. It was also a very good thing for Nick. And it certainly accrued to Mitch that his employer was so clearly taken with his only son. He was too smart a man not to understand the implications. The reality of this situation led to the unmistakable conclusion Will's friendship had the potential to be richly rewarding. He was not proud of himself for being so calculating but the simple truth was that their friendship could yield real benefits. It already had. As much as he disliked thinking such thoughts, he could never have guessed the real reason for the approbation and esteem that he found in his boss. Will intended to keep it that way.

There was another important aspect to the developing dynamic between Will and Mitch. Before the onset of the Boeing case Mitch's gifts as an attorney coupled with his obvious physical attractiveness and his winning personality had not gone unnoticed in the highest echelons of the law firm. During his eight years at the firm he had been rewarded with increased responsibility and commensurate increases in pay. His career path was on an upward arc even without any added boost from Will. Even before the fateful week Will spent in Mitch's office, the firm, and Will in particular, had respected him for his skilled work for the firm. Client feedback expressed the utmost confidence in the young attorney. He produced results for them. Some had offered him lucrative positions in their own companies. These Mitchell had openly refused. Will Mason was aware of these offers and of Mitch's refusals. His dedication to the firm as testified by his decision to refuse these offers also accrued to this benefit. Mitch was comfortable at Mason, Allworth & Smith. He saw no reason to upset the rhythm of the life he and his son shared with a move. After the deeply distress circumstances of his divorce, he had sought stability and continuity for them both, but particularly for little Nick. There had been tumult enough in his son's early years. The status quo accorded well with his desire to provide a stable home life for his son. For these reasons Mitch found Mason, Allworth, Smith a congenial place in which to work.

Their round of golf had sealed Will's opinion of his younger colleague. Their first one-on-one encounter away from the pressures of work was very revealing. The occasion afforded an opportunity get to know Mitchell the man and, his respect and admiration for him was confirmed. Mason had steered the conversation to their lives away from the firm. He had learned for the first time of his unhappy marriage and of his divorce, of the custody battle, and then of his decision to be the best father he could to his only son. That he aspired to be both a successful attorney and a father earned his boss' additional admiration. It was apparent from their conversations that he took both responsibilities with the utmost seriousness. That Mitchell was determined to maintain both his work and his son in equal measure, represented the road not taken by Will. When the invitation to have a drink at his home had been proffered, Will accepted with alacrity. He was very curious about the son and about the sort of home they had. After that first fateful encounter with the gorgeous, adorable child, the ante had been raised beyond the house limit. The dynamic changed. Hs motives shifted. As much as he liked, respected and admired the father, he was mesmerized by the son. The astonishing outcome of that fateful afternoon of golf and swimming and of the even more astonishing consummation of his passionate sexual relationship with the lovely child, forged a link between Will and the Perry's that would have an electric and immediate effect for all three individuals involved. Will's infatuation with little Nick accrued enormous benefit upon the father. Wilson Mason had not exercised this option as CEO of his eponymous law firm in many years nor, had he ever exercised this right to the extent that he now intended to wield it. He was determined to exercise those seigniorial rights at the first opportune moment and to use his power to propel Mitch's career forward at warp speed. Under the hypnotic spell of the son, he was determined to shower promotion and advantage upon the father. He would become the benefactor and mentor to Mitchell Perry. He would with real pleasure, pleasure that he felt viscerally, rain down upon Mitchell Perry preferment and promotion.

It pleased him that he could mentor Mitch. His reasons were an admixture of the benignly pure and the most basely impure. Promoting Mitchell Perry would cement the relationship between the two men and it would land the sweet son securely in his orbit. He knew that Mitch would be grateful to him. And he was certain that Mitch's gratitude would also cloud his vision. If he were cautious and reasonably prudent, the treacherously difficult game he had begun would go undetected. He would subvert the man with gifts, honors, promotions and with his friendship. It was not that he was buying off Mitchell Perry, which of course he was. It was that he intended putting the man off his guard and building a trusting relationship with him. That relationship would give him unlimited access to the son. Will knew that if he were careful Mitch would be kept completely unaware of the sexual relationship between him and the delectable boy. Even if there had been no exquisite, sexy Nick, he hoped that he would have seen the promise in Mitchell. But Nick did exist, he was the game changer. The renewed man was determined to use everything in his arsenal to keep that sweet boy close. Bribing the father was a perfectly brilliant tool to use in the attainment of his ends. He meant to exploit his power to advance the father to the top. There would be nothing that he would not give the father for the son. And anything that benefitted the father would in turn accrue to the object of his lust, little Nick. Having Mitchell beholden to him bound him together more tightly and it brought luscious little Nick to him. It was a simple strategy and a winning one. A benign mentor he might have been but for the fact that his motives were not in the least benign. His desire for the boy trumped every ace. To insure success he also meant to stack the deck.

Nick, who was far too young to understand the developing dynamic between the adult men, still felt that something very special existed in their triumvirate, something more special even than his desire to make love to the new man in his life. The idea and the fact of them as a threesome made him a very happy little boy. He hardly understood the devious forces at work. But he did understand that something very good had happened. He had always had his father's undivided attention. Now he had another sort of attention entirely, attention that he had only fantasized coming from his father, from that most attractive other man. It was the best of all possible worlds for the boy. If he could not express himself as he wished to his most adored father, he now had a new outlet for his intense feelings for men. What that new man in his life offered and gave was undeniably sexual and it gave the boy everything he had longed for. It was perfect. Nick knew it and he knew that if he was a very careful he could have both his father and his lover. He was smart enough to know that. He kept all this quietly to himself. He did not even tell Will. He kept his own counsel.

After their pleasant lunch on the terrace in which everything came together, in which the dynamic of their friendship took root, Nick took Will down the hall to show him his bedroom. They looked at everything, his toys and books, his Power Rangers and Lego fort. On the floor in the corner of the room two armies of medieval knights and foot soldiers stood arrayed for battle. Nick signed onto his lap top and clicked the Google Earth icon. With Will's help they found Seattle. They zeroed in on the downtown Seattle, the office building where Will worked; they followed the streets Will took home in the evening to Will's neighborhood in Bellevue and finally to his house. They zeroed in on it down to the fuzzy swimming pool and the fuzzier putting green. They looked at Mercer Island, the country club where Will played golf and swam, Olympia National Park and Puget Sound. They found Will's other house on Puget Sound. Will showed Nick all the places he wanted to visit with him. They passed a wonderful half hour. Mitch left them alone, happy that Will liked the boy and was comfortable with the boy's obvious infatuation. "So you still want to come visit?"

Nick looked at him. They were sitting very close. He put his hand on his knee. "I can't wait. It's gonna be so hard not to see you tomorrow or for 12 days. But I'm going to be a big boy and then I will see you and everything will be better," he leaned into Will and whispered into his ear, "and then we can be close to each other like we were yesterday. I want to touch your cock, it feels so good to touch you there and I want to kiss you like yesterday, but more." Will blushed. The boy drew back. He had said exactly what they both wanted to say to each other.

They found Mitch in the library reading a brief on the Boeing case. It was getting late. Will reluctantly announced that he had to leave for the airport. Mitch lay his papers on the sofa. It was his turn to change things up. "I have an idea. Why don't we see you off, take you to the airport? I know Nick would like to do that, and so would I. We'll take your car to the airport. I'll drive it home and return it to Avis tomorrow on my way to work. I can taxi home tomorrow evening." After making a half-hearted objection, Will surrendered to the logic of Mitch's plan, and allowed himself the pleasure of knowing how much Mitch liked him and how desired he was by his son. It felt good to have someone, and not just anyone, but this attractive father and this adored child, want to spend more time with him. He was flattered and rather liked the feeling of what being desired meant. After a half-hearted protest, he acquiesced with hardly a discouraging word. At the airport Mitch and Nick insisted on coming into the terminal and seeing him through security. Nick loved airports; he loved every part of the process of checking in and security. It was all very exciting. When they arrived at ID Security, Will knelt down and hugged Nicky. "So, you're going to study and practice hard, golf and swimming, and then in not so long a time you and your father will come and see me. I can't wait." He hugged Nick again. Nick put his arms around Will's neck. He held him close. He could smell him, he could feel him. He could feel his thighs through his tight jeans. He looked into his eyes.

"You promise? Daddy and I will see you soon?"

"Yes, it's an absolute promise. I am looking forward to having you two guys come and see me, more than you know." They parted. They had once again confirmed their desire and need for one another. Will straightened up. He shook Will's hand. "Thank you for everything. We have a lot of work ahead of us. Let me rephrase that, you have a lot of work but I wouldn't have thought of this unless I knew you were the man for the job. I have every," he emphasized the word "every", "confidence in you. I will be there all the way to support you. I would not have done this if I had not wanted you to succeed." Their hands remained clasped. Will looked into Mitch's eyes, they met frankly and openly. Mitch knew that Will meant what he said. He too looked forward to Seattle. He knew that he had been given a vote of immense confidence. He would not disappoint. His life and career path had been inalterably changed by this man, who he not only liked, but to whom he was deeply indebted.

"I am honored and I won't let you or myself down."

"I know and that's why I did what I did."

Nick who had watched this exchange, interjected. "Daddy, I have a question. Suppose I want to talk to Will when he is in Seattle. Won't that be all right?" He addressed Will. "I may want to tell you something."

"I have e 3;" Before he could finish, Mitch shook his head.

"Uh, we really don't do a lot of that. Nicky doesn't have 3;" his voice trailed off. Mitch made a ssssshhhh motion with his lips. Mitch had made the decision that the less his son knew about the internet the better. There was plenty of time for that when the boy was older. The internet could be a place of danger for a little boy. And he certainly did not want his son to become an internet nerd, buried in his room playing games and wasting time. The internet was strictly supervised and apportioned in the Perry household. When Nick was allowed to use it, it was for a very specific reason approved by his father. The boy did not seem to suffer for its absence.

Will understood exactly what Mitch had pantomimed. He shifted gears. "Well how about if you call me when you want to talk. Your father has my cell phone. You know I don't give it out to just anyone." He winked at Mitch. "I'd be happy for you to have it too, just in case you need to call." He addressed Mitch. "Would that be okay?"

"Yes, but we really don't want to bother you. I think it would be a better idea if you called us. That way we won't be bothering you." He paused, "Let me rephrase that 3; call Nick any time in the evening. I know he is going to want to talk to you. It's going to make my life a lot easier. We are always home in the evening. We usually have dinner at 7 o'clock, homework, bed time by 9-9:30 latest. You have our number on your cell. It's that one we used at 8 o'clock this morning." Mitch smiled and shrugged. "Who am I to stand between you two guys?" Once again, little did Mitch know what he was saying. How could he have?

The time had come. They could delay no longer. Will and Mitch shook hands again. Nick and Will shook hands. Tears welled up in the little boy's eyes. The older man held his hand. "No, we don't want to say goodbye with you sad. You're going to make me and your father sad too. I'll see you soon. And I promise you the best time in Seattle." He gave Mitch a nod. Nick tried to hold back his tears. Will knelt down and hugged him. "Be a good boy, now, okay?" Nick tried to be brave. He nodded. He could not speak. "I'll see you soon." Will rose, turned and walked down to the X-ray machines. He turned to wave goodbye. Nick and his father waited and watched until he was out of sight on the boarding gate side. They turned slowly. His father knew that Nick was upset. He wished that he could protect his son from every sadness and upset. Of course he knew that was impossible. His son's sadness made him sad. He put his arm around the boy's shoulder. "It's only two weeks. It'll go so fast." Nick shrugged.

"I guess so. I like him so much, not like I love you, Daddy, but he is so nice to me and we are friends and it is hard to say goodbye. Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom."

"There's one over here. I have to go too." Mitch did not have to go to the bathroom but, he had no intention of allowing his son to go into a public restroom alone. Who could tell what pedophile perverts might be lurking around in public restrooms waiting for any opportunity? The risk might be nothing to nil but any chance was too great a chance to take. He had no intention of placing his son at risk. Mitch would not let his son to go to the bathroom alone.

When his promotion was announced on Wednesday through an interoffice memo and live hook up, Mitchell Perry's professional life changed unalterably. His stock in the firm shot through the stratosphere. Such a promotion had never happened in the history of the firm and it came directly from the top. It was clear that the trajectory of his career hit warp speed. He had always been golden but now a new aura surrounded him. There were certain colleagues who were fiercely jealous and circulated scabrous rumors about his sudden promotion. There were gossips who suspected everything and anything to explain his astonishing rise of their fellow attorney. Some speculation in extremely bad taste made the rounds. The suggestion that Mitch had become the boss's blow buddy/fuck boy was a favorite line of speculation. Little could those who engaged in such speculation guess the real reason for Mason's naming Mitch to the Board and to a senior partnership in the firm. That Mason was besotted with the son could never have occurred to even the most scabrous slanderer. That Mason's growing sexual obsession with a most beautiful underage, prepubescent boy could be the real motivating factor for the promotion would never have occurred to even the nastiest of gossips. Not even the most salacious mind in the firm could have hypothesized such an outlandish theory. As preposterous as it was, it was also true, too true to enter into the realm of the possible. Despite such speculation, in the main most of his fellow attorneys ate their jealousy and one and all either felt, or pretended to feel, elated for him.

Swallowing their jealousy his fellow attorney's expressed nothing but good will towards Mitchell. Some of this was self-serving but a great deal of it was indeed genuine. Mitchell Perry was well liked and even admired. During the next 10 days congratulatory lunches followed. Drinks and dinner were proffered to the golden boy. Mitch begged off most of these offers. He declined all but three unavoidable dinners with senior partners. His time at home in the evening remained sacrosanct and it provided a respite from his new and demanding duties at the office. His days sped by. Every hour of his working day was spoken for. Not only did he have the initial flurry of social activities to attend to but, he also had been given the most important case on the firm's docket, the Boeing suit. He had to re-familiarize himself with every aspect of the case in new excruciating detail. And there was the aspect of learning his new role in the firm. His hours from 6AM to 6:30PM were packed. Every minute was scheduled. Will, knowing how seriously Mitchell took his parental responsibilities, made it clear that his newest senior partner was to have his evenings free. He concurred completely with Mitch's insistence that he be at home in the evening. He also decreed that Mitch's secretary schedule in gym time.

Will called the Perry's four times during the week after his departure. He and Mitch discussed the often complicated politics of his promotion. Will was determined to do everything in his power to smooth and facilitate Mitch's transition into the senior management of the firm. He took pleasure in discussing strategy with the goal of bringing him up to speed on exactly who was who in the firm. His mentoring and advice was far exceeded that for any other rising executive he had tapped for promotion. He was determined to ease Mitch's way and to insure that he had every opportunity to succeed. Further he let it be known that Will was the most favored of the favored. This he made abundantly clear. He was vigilant in protecting Mitchell from the petty office speculation that swirled around him. Nick, knowing that Will and his father were engaged in serious conversation about important business issues, waited patiently for his turn to speak. When they did speak their conversations meant everything to the boy and to the man. Will told Nick that he was taking swimming lessons, that he was going to the gym and running. They spoke of their days, of Nick's swimming practice, of school, of silly things. These brief conversations buoyed them both and helped them deal with the difficulty of their separation. It was particularly helpful to Will, who needed to hear the reassuring voice of the boy who has so unalterably changed his life, the boy who had reawaken him to life. As well they were a balm to Nick. His days dragged by. Hearing Will reassured him that each day brought them one day closer to each other. Their telephone conversations sustained them both as the days crawled by. Mitch knew how difficult it was for his son and he felt for him. He was absent more than he wanted to be. He felt a certain amount of guilt for that. He tried to mitigate the slow tick of the hours and days by encouraging his son's excitement about their impending trip. He tried to turn Nick's anxious anticipation of their trip to Seattle into a learning experience. They read about Seattle and they played geography games. Still the days ground ahead at a glacial pace for the boy.

The night before their departure little Nick was too excited to sleep. Will had called. Neither could believe that the trip to Seattle was finally going to happen. "I'm all packed. Did our golf clubs get there?" Will could barely answer before the excited child charged on. "My suitcase is all ready. It's in the front hall. I'm ready. Daddy is all ready too. He is picking me up right after school. We're coming home to get our things and Manuel is driving us to the airport. And you are going to meet us at the airport?"

"Yes, of course, I'll be right there waiting. It's been a long time! Perhaps you won't recognize me?"

Nick laughed. "I will too! Daddy wants to speak to you. I have to finish my homework and get ready for bed. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight. I'm so excited to see you. I think about you all the time." Sleep he did not.

Right on schedule at 3PM. Mitchell rolled up to the Primary School entrance. Nick was waiting as patiently as he could on the steps. When they arrived home he ran into his room, dropped his school back pack and raced into the bathroom. His father was right behind him. "Off with the shirt, Buddy." Mitch rinsed a cloth out and gave Nick a good wash up. "Now your teeth." Back in the bedroom Nick changed into clothes that he and his father had chosen the night before. Mitch was the proudest of fathers, he knew what a lovely little boy he possessed and he enjoyed showing him off. He always wanted that beauty to shine through so he was very attentive to Nick's appearance. They had picked out navy blue corduroy pants and an adorable long sleeve Polo shirt in blue and white horizontal stripes and tiny lace up brown shoes. He enjoyed seeing his son dressed well. His attire only amplified the boy's physical assets and drew more admiring attention to him. Mitch supervised as Nick packed his toilet kit into his back pack. While his father was showering and changing Nick sat on his bed counting the minutes. "Daddy, it's getting late." His father emerged with a towel around his waist. Nick loved his father's good looks as much as his father enjoyed his. He was as proud of his father as his father was of him. Mitch dropped his towel into a chair beside his dresser. Nick unselfconsciously looked at his 5'10", lean, well built father. His mature man body was beautiful. His light brown leg hair was not dense but it was properly masculine, trailing off to smooth, tight skin as it ascended his lean thighs. Nick caught a glimpse of his father's soft cock, its cut head, and of his dense pubic hair. He admired his tight torso and long well-made arms. As he stepped into a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs, Nicky admired his well formed father. He was very fit, trim, lean, well shaped. He had the legs of an athlete, the body and face of a model. The Calvins fit him perfectly. He was a fine looking man, fine in all the right places. Little Nick was ever so proud that his father was so very handsome. Mitch had also chosen navy blue slacks, his were tropic weight wool, plain front which only emphasized his fitness and a tailored, casual blue on blue plaid Ralph Lauren shirt with a white open collar. He sat down on the bed next to his son. He put on navy cashmere socks and a pair of smart brown loafers. He stood and looped a Gucci belt around his waist.

"Daddy, I am so excited. I hope the plane is on time." Mitch kissed his son.

"Don't worry about a thing. We're fine. I wouldn't take the blame for us missing our flight. You two would never forgive me." He looked at his Roget Vivier watch. "In two hours we'll be on our way and in a few hours we'll be in Seattle. It says it right here." Mitch tapped his watch face. He went into the bathroom and combed his hair. He gave himself the once over. He emerged with his dopp kit and packed it into his black Gucci shoulder bag. Manuel had sent his suitcases on ahead. He was traveling light. He was set. He took his keys, money and wallet from the dresser.

"I'm set. Let's go to Seattle."

Nicky hopped down from his father's bed. He could not believe the moment had finally arrived. "Daddy, I thought it would never get here. Let's go see Will!" Finally the day and hour had come.

"Yep, we're off." He knelt in front of his son. "You put that sweater in your backpack? Seattle can get very chilly at night." Nick nodded. "I think that's it then. Why don't you go round up Manuel."

"Yes, Daddy. I'll go get him."

At the airport Mitch took Nick's backpack and slung it over his shoulder with his carry-on. Nick insisted on pulling his own miniature black Gucci wheelie along. It was almost as big as he was. When they reached the boarding gate, Mitch asked Nick the inevitable pee pee question. Mitch stood discretely on guard while his son stood at the little boy urinal. After he had washed his hands, his father tucked his shirt tail in and helped him buckle his belt. All tucked in he gave his beautiful son the once over. He had to smile. They were set. Just as they returned to the gate their first class boarding was announced. "United's non-stop service to Seattle, Washington is ready for boarding. First class passengers and Medallion Club members may board at this time." They were finally Seattle bound. On the jet way Mitch sent a text message to Will. "We are boarding 3; 5:30 3; on the way."

On board with the officious help of the First Class steward they found their seats. The steward was quite taken with the father and the Stewardess serving in First Class also thought Mitch as good looking as her coworker did. The adorable child also completely charmed her. She took special care to make sure he was comfortable. Bags stowed in the overhead compartment, they settled in for the long flight. Of course Nick took the window seat. He was fascinated by the activity around the plane, the loading of luggage, fueling, and reported the big events to his father. Soon, an eternity for the boy, they were in the air. They had a pleasant cocktail hour and soon after dinner was served. After dinner Mitchell suggested that Nick visit the WC before settling in. Even though Nick had flown before, Mitchell took him to the bathroom at the front of the plane. They wedged into the tiny space. Mitch showed him how to lock the door.

"To lock the door, you push this knob this way and then the light comes on automatically. You press these levers for hot and cold water. Soap's here. This red button flushes. Please use it. Right?" Nick nodded. "You push this lever back to open the door. Then you push in the middle of the door right here and it opens. If you have a problem, just knock on the door and I'll come and help you."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Okay, sport, see you back in our seats. Perhaps you could have a lie down while Daddy does a little work?" Mitch asked the Stewardess to keep a look out just in case. In a two minutes Nick returned. His father had raised the arm rest and had stuffed a pillow in the depression between the seats. The ever solicitous steward brought another pillow and a blanket. Mitch shifted over in his seat, closer to the aisle. He propped the extra pillow up on his right thigh. "There all set. In the old days planes had little bunks just like this. Passengers stretched out in their own beds and slept on the plane. Pretty neat, huh? Let's get your shoes off."

The boy, who had not slept the previous night, was more tired than he would admit. Until now excitement had masked his fatigue. With his father's lap as a headboard, Nicky laid his head on the pillow that the steward had provided. He liked the idea of his seat as a bunk bed. He had never been to camp, but he knew what bunks were. He pulled the blanket up. His father tucked him in. He had a small book of maps and pictures of Seattle and a new Harry the Explorer book. "Daddy, I'm not tired." He looked up at his father who placed his arm on his son's tummy. He rubbed it gently.

"Well, let's see how it goes." Nick yawned and opened his picture book of Seattle. Within a few minutes he was asleep. Mitch lifted both books off his tummy and stored them in the pocket of his seat. The vigilant steward came by and turned out the light. He asked Mitchell if he would like an after dinner drink which he did.

In the quiet of the cabin Mitch thoughts turned to his upcoming week in Seattle. He scrolled through his iPhone calendar. He was booked every day all day beginning Saturday afternoon and evening with an Allworth partner. If the weather were good, they were booked to play 18 holes at 2PM Mitch checked the weather, unseasonably mild, sunny. He knew they were on. And there was a date with several attorneys on the Boeing team for drinks and dinner on Sunday evening. And then the real work began. Will had volunteered to keep Nick entertained in the interim. After all it was his school holiday. Mitch looked down at his sleeping son. He thought how lucky he was, how fortunate he was in both his personal and professional life, how fortunate in his growing friendship with his boss and mentor. It said quite a coup, if one looked at it in a certain egotistical way which Mitchell did, that the man was coming to the airport to meet their plane and more that they were staying with him in his house. That counted for a great deal. He had much to thank Will for. He was very much the golden, lucky guy, and he knew it.

It was 9PM Pacific Standard Time when Mitch gently caressed little Nick's cheek. "We're going to be landing in Seattle soon." Nick opened is eyes. His big hazel orbs focused on his father.

"Did I go to sleep? I didn't mean to. I wasn't very good company, was I?" He sat up. "We're almost in Seattle. We'll be in Seattle soon!" He shifted around into his seat and thought about that. His father could tell he was still a bit sleepy.

"Yes, but we have time, another half hour." Nick looked out of the window into the pitch black night. "I don't see anything. Oh, there's a light. I don't think that is Seattle." It wasn't. But soon it was. The eastern suburbs of the city spread out in a glittering galaxy of light. To the west as they turned into their final descent, the black of Puget Sound appeared to the west. Nick knew the Puget Sound as he did the Space Needle. As they pulled into the gate, the steward handed Nick's back pack to him.

"It's a bit cold. Let's put on that sweater." As they stood in the aisle waiting to deplane Mitchell helped Nick pull his sweater over his head. He helped him adjust it. He gave his son the once over. His pearl glowed. Nick tried mightily to contain his excitement. Finally they were on the jet way and then on the people mover which Nick would ordinarily have enjoyed. But he had other things on his mind. And finally as they descended the escalator to Baggage Claim, Nick spied Will. He waved. Will had seen them. "Daddy, there's Will. He sees us." Nicky broke away. He made a bee line through the crowd straight to him. "Look, we're here!"

Will beamed. "I see you are. And boy am I glad to see you." He placed his hand on Nicky's shoulder. He struggled to retain his composure. "Mitch, good to have you in Seattle." They shook hands. "How about a hug Nick?" Will knelt down. They embraced. Any casual observer, and there were many waiting for arriving passengers, would have thought a proud grandfather was greeting his grandson. It was obvious to all that this was a happy family reunion.

"Everything went all right?"

"Everything went right along on schedule. We're set, we don't have to go to Baggage Claim."

"Great, my kind of travelers," Will was eager, keyed up and glad they had arrived. "The car's right across the way in the car park. What say we get out of here?"

Nick insisted on sitting in the back seat of the silver grey Jaguar coupe. He was perfectly happy to sit there and let the two men have the proper front seats. He gazed quietly at grave, handsome Will. His profile was as handsome as he had remembered, even more so now that he knew how beautiful every part of him was. Nick remained very quiet as the men talked of the week's business and the schedule for the week. Will was completely at ease and animated. He and Mitch discussed business. Occasionally on the drive Will turned to ask, "You doing okay back there?"

"Yes, I am. I'm so glad to be here. It was a long time and now I am here with you and Daddy. I saw the Space Needle from the plane. It was all lit up. It's just like in the pictures."

"We'll be going there. I hope you're ready for some serious sightseeing."

They turned into Will's drive. They rolled up to a stop in front of a red brick Tudor house. It was a huge pile of a house. Even though the second story was partly buried in the overhanging slate shingled eaves, it was very much a mansion masquerading as a manor house. In the dark night it loomed large and somber. It's rather dour aspect was mitigated by landscape lighting that bathed the façade in a lovely soft light. Landscape lighting dotted the large lawn. It bathed the ancient trees and hedges in soft white light. The interior glowed invitingly through the windows. Nicky was entranced. He thought it wonderful and spooky, a house fit for a pirate or Robin Hood's enemies. "Here we are, my home and yours for the next week. Welcome. Let's get your bags and get you settled. We're all upstairs on the same side of the house. I hope that works for you." It did. Anything worked for Nick if it meant proximity to Will. "Mitch, I hope you don't mind but I had Hector unpack your bags. He pressed your suits. Let me get that bag, Nick." This time Nick relinquished his wheelie. They ascended the sets of wide semi-circular stairs in the forecourt to the front door. Will opened the door to a baronial entry hall. From the double height ceiling a three tiered iron and bronze chandelier hung. Before them rose a circular stone staircase. A wrought iron banister of the style of the chandelier ran up one side. On one side of the entry hall a large rectangular living room loomed and on the other an equally impressive library with a stone fireplace could be seen. A stone arch in the back of the entry hall led to the dining room. "We're all right up the steps to the left." Nicky was agog. Romantic visions of sword fights and dungeons danced in his head.

All he could say was, "Gosh, Will, your house is really old! It's a castle."

"My grandfather built it, so I suppose it is old. It's an English Tudor house. Building a house like this gave him a proper sense of himself, I think. I hope you like it. It's the only one I have. Let's go put your bags in your rooms." At the top of the stairs, they turned down the left hall. "I'm at the end. Mitch, this is your room, and Nick you are right next door between your father and me. Will opened the carved oak door to Mitch's room. "This is you. I hope you like it."

Mitch spoke. "This is great. We'll be very comfortable. Right, Nicky?" The boy nodded. "It's so nice of you to have us stay with you."

"I'm delighted to have you. I really am. Say no more. I've been looking forward to your arrival. I'm expecting you to help me put some life into this house. Why don't you and Nick get settled and I'll meet you downstairs. Come through the arch, through the dining room to the kitchen. Marie made some sandwiches for you. See you in a few. If you need anything make a note. I'm not sure I can help but I'll try. I have very little say-so about what does on around here." He smiled. "But I can find out. If we don't have it, we'll put it on the list."

"We'll see you in a minute. I'll help Nick get settled and then we'll come down. Its way past his bedtime so we'll get his pajamas on. Right, guy?"

"Yes, Daddy but I'm not tired. Remember I had a big nap on the plane."

"My watch says it's late, time for bed, way past. Let's get your pj's on and then you can come downstairs for a little while. Let's go see your room." Nick's room was the slightly smaller bedroom between the two larger ones. As with all the bedrooms it had its own bathroom. The room was not exactly beautiful. Rather it was old fashioned and properly sober like the rest of the house. When he saw the bed, his mouth fell open. It was a large antique box canopy bed with turned posts in each corner. It was hung with green velvet panels. Nick sat on the bed and looked around. He was simply, happily agog. The diamond pane windows and velvet curtains and the old fashioned wall sconces and chandelier caught his attention. There was a very fancy old carpet on the floor. He spied the bathroom through the door. It was large, white tiled and old fashioned. To a boy with a vivid imagination it was perfect.

"Is this going to be okay? Daddy will be right next door."

"Yes. I like it a lot. It's not at all like my room at home. This is very cool! I bet there is a secret passage."

"You're not going to be afraid?" The boy shook his head vigorously. "You know I'm right next door. If you need me you know where I am. Why don't you put your toothbrush and things in the bathroom and I'll get your suitcase unpacked." In a few minutes his things were stowed away neatly in the oak dresser. His father helped him put on his brand new official US Winter Olympics pj's. They were printed with lurid pictures of all the major winter sports. On the feet and wrists the pj's had red, white and blue jersey cuffs that fit his wrists and ankles snuggly. He looked adorable in them. "Let's get your slippers on. There. Now let's go see my room. Daddy needs a pit stop and then let's we'll go find Will."

They walked down the hall, down the imposing stairs. Light glowed, from antique iron wall sconces. It was all old and different and romantic, especially to a little boy who had read the King Arthur stories with his father. They had been to the museum and seen the armor. This was better. Will's home was indeed a mansion, with the proper imposing rooms, high ceilings, antique furniture, thickly curtained windows and oriental carpets. As they passed through the entry hall they stopped to glimpse the Living room and the Library. The dining table could easily seat 18. They found Will in the kitchen.

"I hope you found everything you needed. If not let me know, and we'll get it. Marie has made some sandwiches and there is juice and water or whatever you want. Or a drink?" Mitch waved off the offer. On the large kitchen table the cook had laid out a platter of sandwiches fruit salad and squares of a homemade sheet cake.

"We're going to be very comfortable. Nick loves his room. Now he's sure you live in a castle. We had dinner on the plane, but I don't think a second helping could hurt either of us. This is a feast. Nick, what do you think about a sandwich?"

"There's ham and cheese, roast beef and egg salad. What's your pleasure?"

Nick examined the sandwiches. "I'd like egg salad, please." He pointed at a particular egg salad sandwich on the top of the stack." May I have some juice, please?" He smiled at Will. They were both exhibiting admirable restraint. It was as if nothing had happened between them, that they had not shared the ultimate intimacy of sex. As much as Will wanted to, he reframed from making Nick the center of attraction. Nick for his part studiously avoided appearing too familiar with Will. It was a cool waiting game they played. Both played the game well. They were experts.

"Coming up." Nick munched his egg salad sandwich and looked around as his father and Will talked. The kitchen was huge, old fashioned, dimly lit in the corners and white. The huge stove was a very old one. The sink was made of stone. Nick had never seen that before. The table had a grey marble top. The chairs were old too. The room looked like the rest of the house. It even had a large stone fireplace on the far wall.

"Nick," the boy who had been silently looking around, taking it all in, turned his eyes to Will. Actually he had not taken his eyes off Will, he had been looking around and surreptitiously watching Will. "Let's have a review. Tomorrow, it being Saturday, you can both sleep as late as you want. And I hope you will. I mean that. We have nothing to do. These days I've been getting up early." He addressed Mitch, "I've been running for the last week. It's tough, but it gets me going. It's made a big change in the way I feel, everything. I'm going to keep at it."

Nick chimed in. "You said you were running a mile. That's like swimming!"

"Yep, I'm up to a mile. My next goal is to run 2 by the end of the first week of April and then I want to build to 3. I get up and have coffee and look the papers. And then I go get it done. I really want you guys to relax, so I am laying down the law. Sleep as late as you like. You can have whatever you want for breakfast. Just tell Marie. Order what you like. If she doesn't have it in stock, she will get it. I know for a fact she is very happy you are visiting. It gives her a chance to do her job. It gets pretty dull just taking care of me. So please ask her for anything, she will be delighted." Mitch nodded. Will addressed the little boy again. "Nick, we need to have a small planning conference." The boy was all ears and finally he had Will's attention. It was his turn and he wanted it and more. "I thought while your father was off playing golf tomorrow afternoon we might go to my club for a swim and then go downtown to the Market for dinner. You were such a good host at your club, I'll try my best at mine. You'll like the Market. It's a big open place where fresh fish from all over is sold and there are restaurants there. How's that sound? I promised you I would keep you entertained. I don't want you to get bored in Seattle."

"Yes! Oh, boy. Then I can show you my flip turn. I can do it now. I've been working hard with Coach on it. Coach says I have it." Nick knew that his father was going to be very busy. They had discussed his schedule. And he knew that Will had volunteered to sightsee with the son. Given his own agenda, the boy was not at all upset by that. He and Will would go swimming, that was a given, but they would also have time alone for man-boy love.

"Then we have sightseeing and golf and more sightseeing. I want to show you everything. We'll be busy."

Nick had finished his sandwich. He tried to stifle a yawn. Mitchell looked at his watch. "Whoa, it's time for you to be in bed. Say good night to Will."

Nick looked disappointed but he was tired. He could not disguise it. He yawned again. He went over to Will's chair. "I'm so glad we're here." He reached up to hug Will. It was the appropriate moment that Will had been waiting for. The boy stood between his legs."

"Well, guess what? I'm happy you're here. I missed you." They hugged. Nick kissed Will on the cheek. He held him close. Will's warmth enveloped him. He had missed him terribly.

"You'll be here in the morning?"

"Yes, I will. I live here." They all laughed.

"I know that, but I meant that I hope you'll be here when I wake up." Will melted. The boy had that effect and god knows his warm flannel clad body felt incredible pressed up close to him. They reluctantly parted.

"Sleep well. If you need either one of us just call us or come to get us. I'll leave a light on in the hall. Your father is right next door and I am at the end of the hall." Nick knew that and he could not wait to see Will's bedroom. The two men stayed up until midnight.

At 7:00 Will went for a run. He was bent over the kitchen table reading the paper spread out in front of him. He had an apple in his hand. A steaming cup of coffee sat on the table beside the paper. His sweat shirt was stained under the arms. He had run 1 ½ miles. It was drizzling outside. He blotted his brow with a paper towel as he read. He heard light footsteps. He could only hope. He turned towards the kitchen door and there stood adorable sleepy-eyed Nick. His hair lay in willful disarray on his lovely, perfectly shaped head. Will had hoped he might see his little boy early before the house began to stir. He had gone to bed thinking of their first alone time together. And there he was.

"Good morning. You're up early." He smiled broadly. Nick looked simply adorable. He was bare foot.

"I woke up and I couldn't wait to see you." The boy ran over to Will and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I missed you so much."

Will caressed his lovely little back and whispered. "Me too. I hoped you be up early." He kissed the top of his head. His hair was soft, it's smell was fresh, clean and intoxicating. The boy's sweet aroma filled his nostrils. He looked around. All was quiet. "Come here." He scooped the boy up and kissed him full on the mouth. Nicky eagerly returned his kiss. He needed no urging. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "I missed you so much. We have to be extra careful. You did a very good job last night. You know we have this afternoon together, just the two of us."

Nick kissed him again. "I know, after Daddy goes to play golf, we can be together." He smiled his bewitching smile, and he whispered conspiratorially. "And then I am really going to kiss you." Will reluctantly relinquished the boy and put him down on the cold stone floor.

"Hey, no socks. You need something on your feet. Sit here. Don't move. I'll be right back." Will disappeared through the door beside the refrigerator into the laundry room. He returned with a fresh pair of thick white athletic socks. He knelt down. "Let's have that foot." Carefully he slipped the socks onto the boy's perfect little feet. He caressed them and ran his hand up his leg. A shiver shot through him. It was a bolt igniting him. The socks were enormous but they did the job. "There. That should help. What would you like to eat?"

Will looked for the cereal and poured Nicky a glass of orange juice. He sat next to him while he polished off a bowl of Cheerios topped with blueberries. They talked quietly. At 8:15 Marie announced her presence. She was a large woman. She was dressed in cook's whites. Introductions were made and soon lovely scrambled eggs and toast arrived at the table. Marie, who had been looking forward to having these special guests, was captivated by the little boy. His hearty appetite won him points but it was his looks and sweet disposition that she remarked upon. She found it very pleasant that her employer was a very changed man. He was lighter, gayer, he talked more. That there were guests in the house lightened the atmosphere ever more. Will laughed and smiled a lot. It was all very pleasant. The mood in the house was indeed lighter, all together gayer. That she had a guest to cook for, and one so adorable, was also very pleasant. Will and Nick read the funnies together. The boy would have liked to have sat very close to Will, but he settled for his near proximity, his arm draped over the back of the boy's chair. To any observer it was all perfectly innocent. But it was hardly the innocent interaction between grandfather and grandson. Devious Nick found a way to put his little hand first on Will's thigh, and then right into his crotch. The newspaper provided perfect camouflage. Will looked at him askance but did nothing about it. It was a daring thing to do and he liked it. His cock had not enough room in his jock to express its pleasure.

Nick asked where the bathroom was. When he returned he found his father standing in his sweats being introduced to Marie, who was now completely dazzled by the handsome guests, first the lovely son and now the gorgeous father. She fairly tripped over herself offering coffee. She took Mitch's breakfast order. The three men sat around the table and talked as early morning drizzle slid down the windows panes. "It's going to clear up. We often have rain at night and in the morning if we're lucky, it blows out. Let's see what the local weather says." With the remote he turned the television on and found the weather channel. "In Seattle we are weather obsessed."

Nicky whispered in his father's ear. Mitch nodded. "Did a box arrive?"

"Yes, Hector put it in the back hall. No one touched it. 'Do Not Open' scared us off."

"Nick thinks you might like to open it now." Nick whispered in his father's ear again. His father nodded and the boy tore off through the dining room. As Will returned with the crate, Nicky arrived back breathless with a little turquoise blue box tied with a blue bow.

"We got you presents! Here, this is from me." He handed Will the box. "Open it."

"Another present? You're going to spoil me." He sat down at the table and carefully unwrapped the box. It was from Tiffany. Nick stood next to him. His hands rested on his thigh. It appeared completely innocent, merely the gesture of an over eager child.

"Wow! A silver ball marker from Tiffany. Thank you. And what's this? The box also produced a small leather bag. Inside were silver golf tees."

"Those are from me. The big box is from Daddy. Do you like them?"

"Of course and coming from you they mean ever more to me. This is so thoughtful of you." Will unselfconsciously leaned over and kissed the boy on the cheek. Mitch beamed.

"Nick picked them out. We went to Tiffany together and he looked and looked until he found exactly what he wanted. He was very specific with the salesperson. He had the guy going."

"Thank you Nick. I'll use them the next time we play, you can bet on that. Silver tees and a ball marker. That's nice." He hugged the boy again. Nick's hands stayed on Will's thigh.

They turned their attention to the huge box. With a kitchen knife Will removed the Styrofoam outer shell, then the cardboard and paper wrapping. There was still the wooden crate to open. Marie produced a hammer and a screw driver. They followed directions and carefully, unscrewed and pried open the lid. Inside were 12 bottles of Chateau Rothschild Bordeaux 1989. Will was speechless. "This is magnificent. I have to say there was no need, but I also thank you. Too bad no one's going to be home tonight. We'll open a bottle for dinner Monday night. This is a fabulous red." He spoke to his cook. "How about wonderful Chateaubriand to go with this magnificent wine." Marie nodded, delighted to have a real occasion to cook for. "Have Hector take the case to the cellar. Tell him to leave two bottles upstairs. This is wonderful! We'll have a look at the cellar later, you may enjoy it. It has some very fine old wine in it and some newer that I have bought. My grandfather stocked up before prohibition, and during," he added. The two men smiled at the quiet joke. Will shook Mitch's hand. "They are both princely gifts, silver and wine."

At 9:45 they all went upstairs to shower and change. In the shower Will's cock told him that it needed attention. He lathered up. As the water cascaded down his lean torso he applied his soapy hands to his crotch. He had hardly begun before his raging cock hardened, demanding a hot shot of cum. He had a difficult time controlling his urge to shoot. He tried to concentrate on problems at the office. But Nick, the excitement of having him in his home one door away, preoccupied his thoughts. He thought of what was to come. He would have the boy in his arms. Still his cock demanded release. The three men met in the library. Will offered them a tour of the house. He pointed out family portraits, furniture acquired in Europe and wonderful objects. His guests were interested in everything. The objects revealed Mason family history. This interested both Nick and his father, for very different reasons. Nicky wondered if there were ghosts and was disappointed when Will assured him that there were not, definitely not. As they completed their tour of the second floor, the rain stopped. The east was clearing; they decided to continue their tour with a walk around the grounds. They walked down the stone walk and stopped at the pool. It had just been given a thorough cleaning in anticipation of Nick's visit. It was a vintage early 1950's pool, square and simple, with wide coping and a diving board covered in sisal. Wrought iron furniture decorated the deck. There was a stone pool house with changing rooms on either side of a large central room with wooden furniture. It was open into the roof. Huge Douglas fir beams spanning its width. A large raised fireplace dominated the far window wall. It too had been aired out and freshened up for the occasion. They walked down the lawn to the tennis court beyond the garage. The yard men had tidied it up. The lawn was freshly edged, everything put in spruce order. "I haven't played in years. I was never very good." They walked on down to the putting green. "How about we shoot a couple of rounds of the short game you play at home, same rules and everything. Perhaps we could allow two shots, one to the green and one putt or chip." They went up to the house and got their irons. Despite playing in the wet grass, they had a wonderful time. Nick had some difficulty with the sodden grass. His father used it as a teaching opportunity and soon he was hitting better. Both men marveled at his ability to take a lesson so well.

Allworth had called to confirm that he would pick Mitch up at 1:45PM. At 1:15 Mitch went upstairs to change. Right on schedule the partner's car pulled into the drive. After the usual pleasantries and an introduction to Nick, Mitch took his son aside. "You're all set. It sounds like you're in for a great afternoon. Will is looking forward to it, he told me so. You will be a very good boy and make Daddy proud." Nick nodded vigorously. "Will has all sort of things planned. I don't want him to pay for everything. Do you have your wallet?"

"It's upstairs in my backpack."

"Here take this. Put this in your wallet so that you can treat for something." Mitch handed his son 5 $20.00 bills.

"Gee, Daddy, this is a whole lot of money."

"You're a big boy and big boys should pay their way, and contribute. It's only the nice thing to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Put it in your wallet and button your pants pocket so it's safe." Nick was delighted. He did not have very much in his wallet, phone numbers, his address, a picture of his father and him at the Beach. Now he had something to put in the wallet. He felt grown up and proud and he looked forward to treating Will to something. Mitch gave his son a hug. Nick, who idolized his divine father, returned his embrace in full. He whispered, "I love you, Daddy."

"And I love you. Have a very, very good time. I almost envy you two." Mitch simply adored his son. He was happy that he was going to have a big boy afternoon with his friend, apart from him, just the two guys together. It was a very good thing. Mitch could not think of a better way for Nick to become his own guy apart from his father. "Kiss Daddy goodbye."

Nick and Will stood in the driveway as the car turned out onto Mercer Avenue. They were alone. All was quiet. Once the car was out of sight, they turned towards the house. Nick took Will's hand as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. Once there they went directly down the hall to Will's room. Nick closed the door. He turned, there was not one nanosecond of hesitation. They both knew exactly what they wanted. Nick opened his arms and ran to the man. Will knelt down and kissed him. Their lips pressed together, mouth to mouth. They did not part. They kissed passionately, deeply, fully. They knew each other now, their mouths, their bodies. They knew what felt good. They knew that they liked each other. This was familiar, it was completely free love-making between a boy and a man. They had much more to learn and much to explore in each other. Each knew that he was besotted with the other. This gave them a familiar, possessive confidence. Their passionate embrace said everything. They knew each other's mouths, their lips and hot breath, their taste. Both reached for the other, caressing, unbuttoning pushing aside clothes. Nick reached under Will's shirt. His sweet, soft hand caressed his chest. He loved the feel of his firmer pecs. He stroked his left nipple. It stood up hard and erect. Nick kissed his lover long and deep. The older man fumbled with the buttons the boy's shirt. Nick attempted to do the same, but both were too engaged in exploring each other's lips with hot open-mouthed kisses to find all the buttons. Clothes began to peel off, flung where they dropped in the middle of the floor. Nick pressed against Will's crotch. He wanted him, naked. He felt his hard, swollen man cock in his pants. He pressed his hand against his cock. It was a fine rod, long and rock hard. Nick rubbed it gently. He could feel the man's briefs. He felt through the fabric and tried to wrap his little hand around the man's cock. He stroked it gently. Will's cock, its hard length, its power were intoxicating to the boy. A man's hard cock was a very powerful thing, hot, urgent, begging for release. Will winced.

"Easy there. You may make me cum. I don't want to do that yet."

"My dick is hard too. Will, you feel so good. I love your cock, it's so hard. And I love to kiss you. It feels so good."

Will almost lost it. He picked the boy up, he held him in his arms, he covered his mouth with open kisses. He spun around and laid little Nick down on the center of his bed. Nick stared at him gravely. The boy silently began to unbuckle his belt. He knew exactly what he wanted, in bed, naked. He unzipped his pants and raised his little fanny. He shimmied his khakis down his upper thighs. If anything he was more beautiful than Will had remembered. His pretty concave stomach lay exposed and inviting. The flesh of his belly lay taut, smooth over his small abdominals. Will who watched this in silent communication reached for the boy's feet and pulled his pants off. They too landed in a heap on the floor. He gently tugged his socks off his feet. He knelt and kissed the boy's beautiful feet. He caressed them. He stroked up his calf to his thigh. He sought that sweet, sweet center of his desire. His hand covered Nick's little pole which was unmistakable in his underpants. Nick wriggled. To feel the older man's hand on his little peter, rubbing it up and down, softly, gently was a sensation he had longed to feel again. He was in boy heaven.

"That feels so good, when you touch my peter. It feels so good," he murmured.

"Do you want this?" Will needed to hear it.

"Yes, yes. Take your pants off, I want to see you too, I want to see your hard cock. I want to kiss you and feel your cock on top of me, on my stomach." He stroked his lovely abdominals. "Right here, on me. And I want you to shoot on me."

Will needed no more confirmation of the boy's urgent desire nor did he need any further invitation. Hopping on one foot then the other he tore his pants off. He ripped his socks off. He stood at the foot of the bed. His cock jutted fierce, hard through is grey Calvin Klein's. He had given up his boxers for sexier, hotter underwear. They rode low across his belly. His cock lay at NW, straight as a compass needle. The underpants fit him beautifully. He was much sexier, hotter and Nick wanted him. Nick gazed up at his handsome face in total admiration. He loved his neat, short haircut, his grey/white hair, his creased face, etched with real masculine character, his beautiful pale blue eyes, the crinkles around them. He knew every part of that face. He had memorized that slightly worn face, that face which the boy found so handsome, so fascinating and so sexy. He simply adored that face and the man who wore it. Will's body, while still the lean body he knew, was different. He looked tighter, more muscular and stronger. He was the same Will, it was not a different body, it was a better body. "Gosh, you look so handsome, more even than two weeks ago. Your muscles are stronger. Look, you make my dick hard like yours." The boy felt down his pretty belly into his undies. He stroked his boy dick. "I want you on top of me." His little boy dick was hard, sweet and ready for play. Impatiently he scooted his underpants down and kicked them off his feet. He wriggled up on the bed and held out his arms. A clearer invitation he could not give. The boy's body, smooth, hairless was virginal in its beauty. Though in fact he was far from that pure state, he looked liked an angel, a sweet angel unmarred by puberty. His little cock stood straight up and inviting. The hot, sexed up man needed no encouragement. He had waited 13 days with increasing frustration to be with his sweet boy. He ripped off his underpants. His man cock sprung straight up and out, rigid, hard, ready, yearning, needing satisfaction. It throbbed, full of juice and testosterone. He dropped onto his knees on the bed; his thighs straddled Nick's pretty legs. The boy lay beneath him. Their eyes locked.

"Play with your cock, Will. Show me how hard your cock is." Nick stroked Will's lean, muscled thighs. "You feel so good." Will spit on his hand and stroked his cock. He sat up straight on his knees, leaned back and stroked his cock for the boy. He liked liking his own body. He ran his hand across his chest and his nipples. He liked what his new active life style was giving him, a tighter, fitter, hotter man body. It gave him an electric charge to feel himself. He liked that his hard work met with Nick's approval. It had been because of him that he had begun to think of himself as a man of real worth and attraction. He stroked his cock. It was hard, hot.

"I can't do that too much or I'll cum right away. You're the sweetest boy. Just looking at you can make me cum and I don't want to yet."

The boy smiled. He loved looking at tall, thin, grey haired Will kneeling above him, straddling his legs. He sat up and to offer his mouth to his man lover. He reached between Will's legs for the prize he sought. His fingers tripped up his smooth thighs, his inner thighs to that wonderful object of his fascination with men. Will's smooth thighs led directly to those man orbs that hung so invitingly, so potently, between his legs. The man's bag was big and it hung low, a real man's sack. He took his hefty balls in his right hand, he cradled them. They were so big his cupped palm could hardly hold them. They were a source of intense interest and fascination to the boy. He caressed that manly silky smooth bag. He bounced Will's fine balls in his hand, gently, sensually. He felt the sack tighten. All the while the two lovers kissed passionately, open mouthed French kissed each other. Will moaned. Nick took his tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. Hot saliva oozed out from both their mouths. Nick worked his hand up Will's pole to the cock head. He dabbed his in the delicious precum that oozed like honey from Will's pee slit. He smeared it over the large perfect head. Will moaned again. He tensed.

"Easy, Nick. You can make me cum in a second." His cock pulsed in the boy's hand. If anything his cock was harder than ever. It was hard with excitement and it begged for release. The very thought of Nick made him hard; his presence, his touch, his lips, made the cum rise like a volcano. The knowledge that he had a hot load to shoot, a hot load of man cum, inflated more than his cock. It stoked him, it reaffirmed that he was a hot stud, a real man. His ego ran straight through his cock to his cum filled balls.

"I want you to cum for me. I want to see how much you like me."

"I like you more than you know. I want to shoot. You make me so hot." Will could hardly speak. The boy was doing everything right, everything that Will had fantasized. He boy, his naked body, his beauty, all drove Will to the brink. He shut his eyes tight, he threw his head back, exposing blissful moment. Nick pulled himself up with an inch of Will's smooth chest. As he jerked the man's pole he kissed his chest, at first a gentle kiss, then again and then he opened his mouth and kissed him open mouthed. He ran his pretty full mouth to his left nipple and flicked it with his tongue. He knew exactly what he was doing. Will's nipple hardened. He could feel it harder as his tongue flitted over it. Will tried to remove Nick's hand from his cock. Nick shook him off. "I want your load." Will could hold off no longer. He surrendered to the boy's demanding hand, his tongue, his beautiful body. He reared back, and groaned. Nick sat straight up on the bed. His lover shuddered and thrust forward. A stream of hot lava cum shot from his cock, it arced up and landed on Nick's little chest. Gobs of cum clung to his pecs and to his shoulder. Nick grasped Will's cock. He knew there was more. He knew how men worked. Will tensed again and a second smaller eruption oozed from his cock slit. Nick's hand caught it. It oozed through his fingers lubricating them with man cum. Will was spent but still stiff. Nick could not resist. He continued stroking his lover's cock. Will could take no more. He groaned and collapsed on top of the boy. He covered the boy, resting on his arms. He rubbed his chest gently across the boy's cum stained pecs. Now it was Nicky's turn to groan. The weight of the man on him, his closeness, his heat, his damp sweat were as near as the little boy could come to the magic of male sexuality. It was immensely wonderfully satisfying for him. He adored men and he adored this man of men most particularly. Will kissed his lover tenderly and Nick returned it. his chest, just inches from his lover's face. He did not want to relinquish the moment, he wanted to prolong this blissful anticipation.

Will whispered in Nick's ear, close. Nick could feel his breath on his ear. "You know you are amazing. You do everything for me. I, I 3; you mean everything to me sweetheart. Everything." They lay quietly on the bed, Nick happy and Will ecstatic in their mutual love making.

"Will, I think you are the handsomest, the most handsomest man. I love when we are together. I love being with you. I love your cum on me. I love you on top of me." Nick felt warm and protected and loved, exactly as he wanted to be loved. "It feels so good. We, you and me, we'll do this again. I think of you cumming on me. It's so much better in person." Will smiled.

"It's so much better 'in person' for me too. We agree on that. I want to touch you all the time, again and again as much as you want. Kiss me, sweetie." Nick needed no invitation. Their lips met, open and still hot with desire. Will slowly rolled off Nick. Sticky cum had transferred to his chest. Nicky turned on to his side and snuggled up to Will. He put his pretty, smooth leg over Will's. His hand strayed to Will's wilting cock. He liked that too. He had made that happen. Will did not flinch at the boy's intimate touch. It felt good. Nick had ownership rights, he could be anything he liked with his body. Nick cupped Will's cock in his hand. Will put his arm under the boy and drew him closer still. Their lips met again.

"Sweetie, you know what this means to me. You are like nothing I have ever experienced, way beyond. Making love with you is amazing, more than I ever thought it could be. You are so beautiful and so sexy." Nick said nothing. He placed his hand on Will's chest. That was all that needed to be said. They lay on the bed drifting, happy. Time ticked and this time it did not matter. It did matter. Will knew that they had time for this post-coital intimacy, minutes that they both wanted to share. He kissed Nick's lovely lips. They had time to share this intimacy. They were quiet and alone and happy together. Nick lay his head, on Will's chest, cum and all. It stuck to his hair. He did not care, Will did not care. They were together.

In 15 minutes, Will stirred. "As much as I love this, I think it would also be nice if we, you and I, went swimming. That would be nice too, not as nice as this, but nice."

"Yes, let's go. I want to swim in your pool, the indoor covered one." Nick caressed Will, from chest, to stomach, down to his belly and onto his left thigh. "You feel like you look. You are every beautiful."

"And so do you."

"We definitely need to shower and I need to straighten things up. It looks like a hurricane tore through here. As much as I'd like to shower together, I think you'd better do that in your room." Nick understood. It was a deceptive game they had to play and play well. He knew and he did not mind showering in his room.

That afternoon they went to the Mercer Island Country Club and swam for an hour. Will wore Nick's gift Speedos. He didn't care. After all he was a real swimmer and real swimmers wore Speedos. That's the way it was. And he looked really good in them, fit, lean and athletic and definitely not like any of the other members of the club. Another barrier fell. They ran into several members in the locker room. They all expressed astonishment that Will was a grandfather. Will proudly explained that he and Nick were friends and fellow swimmers and left them guessing. They had a wonderful hour in the pool. They actually swam laps. Nick tried to teach Will how to flip turn. It was hard to explain, he just did them, but he tried his best to give him a lesson. This led to more hilarity and more physical intimacy between them. The flip turn lesson many not have taught Will the way to do one, but it did give them an excuse to be close in the water. Will never did an expert turn, but he tried and they laughed and it was a wonderful day.

That evening they went down to the Fish Market on the water front. Nick was at first a bit trepidacious as Seattle famous fish throwers flung fish at each other, but with Will's reassurance, he began to enjoy the spectacle. It being a Saturday night, shoppers and tourists thronged the market. They enjoyed the pretty boy's reaction to the spectacle; they could not help but remark on the doting grandfather's obvious love for him. At the fish counters they got special attention from the fish mongers. They even got a tour of the cold storage. The ice lockers were huge. Nick had to wear enormous boots and a slicker that swept the floor. It was freezing but he loved it and so did his "grandfather."

Nick chose the restaurant they dined in. He had sautéed shrimp, rather prawns, with the heads on. Will showed him how to decapitate them. Once he got the hang of that he loved them. As a new eating adventure, Will ordered fried calamari instead of French fries. They shared an order. Will was gratified that Nick thought them much better than onion rings. As they were finishing dinner the boy remembered the money his father had given him. He offered to pay for dinner. Will was nonplussed and charmed by his earnest offer. Of course, as charmed as he was, he would not hear of it. Nick, thinking his father would be unhappy to hear that he had not treated Will to anything, explained that he really wanted to treat Will to something. They puzzled over this until Nick remembered an ice cream parlor they had passed. "I know, you pay for dinner and I'll treat for ice cream." He used his father's terminology and for the first time he was going to "treat." Will thought this the best of plans. With this happy compromise in hand, they repaired to the Seattle Ice Cream Company and had bowls of the richest ice cream. Nick paid the not inconsiderable tab. The waiter presented him with the bill and gravely, carefully, the boy studied it and then withdrew a $20 bill from his little wallet. He asked Will about the tip. He needed help with that. Will explained the 20% rule as simply as he could. They figured the tip together. Will showed him how to leave it tucked under the ice cream dish. Triumphantly they did it together. Nick followed Will's instructions to the letter. He would have followed him anywhere.

After dinner they drove along the harbor front to the Gas Works Park and to the Space Needle. Nick was so excited to see it up close. He gazed up at the monorail and hoped they would go on it too. The Space Needle was closed, but Will promised that they would come on Monday and go to the top, and yes, they would take the monorail. It was almost 8PM. The sea air was growing chillier by the minute and, it began to drizzle. Will wrapped Nick under his arm as they walked back to the car. The In the car as it heated up, they kissed and kissed again.

"Let's go home.

"Let's. I hope Daddy is there when we get back. I want to tell him everything, well almost everything." Nick smiled conspiratorially at his handsome lover.

Will squeezed his knee. "Yes, almost, everything." He emphasized and drew out the word "almost" a freighted word if ever there was one. "Kiss me, once more before we get home." They kissed. "Buckle up. Let's go home. I've had a wonderful day. I'm so glad you are here."

"So am I," the boy said emphatically. They drove home, quiet and thoughtful and very happy. Will's cell phone rang. "Hey. Yes, we had a wonderful day. As a matter of fact we're headed home now. We'll see you soon. Your father is headed home too. He wants to hear all about our afternoon, which we will edit." Nick put his hand in Will's lap. He inched towards his crotch. Will's cock stirred. It got caught in his underwear. He had to sit up to adjust his underpants. Nick left his hand where he wanted it to be.

As they turned off Mercer Avenue, Allworth's black Mercedes turned in after them. They met in the car park at the top of the hill. Nick jumped out. It was beginning to rain. Mitch ran to the trunk and grabbed his clubs. He hefted them over his shoulder and picked Nick up in his other. Will offered Allworth a nightcap. He enthusiastically accepted. They all dashed for the front door and dove through it as the skies opened up. Hector who was expecting them took their things. A fire glowed in the library inviting them in. "Hector, please open a bottle of the Chateau Rothschild that Mr. Perry sent. I can't think of a better end to the day. Does that work?" The two men nodded, happy to have a glass of the superb red wine. "How about some hot chocolate for my good friend Nick?" They went into the library. Nick stood next to his father's arm chair and then between his legs. His father lifted him up. Nick wriggled into the large chair right next to him. It was the best seat in the house for looking at Will." They passed three quarters of an hour. It soon became quite clear that Allworth was a member of the Mitchell Perry fan club. They had gotten on well on the golf course and Allworth was deeply impressed by the man. It had been a most successful day all around. After a polite interval, the conversation turned towards the events of Nick and Will's afternoon. The boy happily described every detail of the marvels of the Fish Market, the lockers, prawns and how to decapitate them, the best ice cream, tipping waiters, the Space Needle and flip turns. Allworth was as charmed as was every person who entered Nick's orbit. Mitchell looked at his watch. He tapped the crystal and showed it to Nick.

"Bedtime for you Buddy." Nick did not protest. He knew it was his bedtime. The boy shook Mr. Allworth's hand and hugged Will.

"Thank you for just everything. I had the best day."

"I did too. And just think, we have a whole week. I'm looking forward to tomorrow." He did not lie. Mitch took Nick's hand. They went upstairs. As he undressed and got ready for bed, Nick volubly repeated to his father the marvelous events of the day. Mitch could not have been happier for his son and for himself. Life was good. After he had tucked Nick in, Mitch sat on the edge of the bed. He and Nick talked. The boy was beyond excited to be in Seattle. He told his father again how much he liked Will. They discussed the coming week. In five minutes Mitch asked for a good night kiss. He turned out the light. He left the door open just slightly ajar and went down stairs to rejoin the men in the library. The talk turned to the serious business of the firm's work.

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