THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Jon

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

"What's this about a new guy coming to stay with you?" Jared
Padalecki asked as he watched Jon Peter Lewis deal the cards.

"How the hell did word get around?" Jon asked back.

"You told Jesse. He told everyone," Jared told him.

"Hell, you'll be seeing him soon enough," Jon said with a sigh.
"He's just graduated from fucking Harvard, top of his class, I
think. He's coming over to stay for a few months. The official
reason is that he just wants to meet my father and talk about
getting a job at the place. The reason through the grapevine is
that he's in big trouble with his own father because of his
behavior."

"Ah, your dad, always the humanitarian who believes in the good
side of everyone," Milo Ventimiglia said as he examined his cards.

"Well, this guy - Rew, Andrew actually, but they called him Rew -
would be very hard for Dad to reform. We're not talking about some
stray dog or a troubled teen from some shelter looking to make
some extra dollar doing the yard work. Rew exchanged fists with
his father."

"Since he went to Harvard, his family is rich, right?" Jared
asked. "I don't understand how they can have all the money but
still be so screwed up."

"Better that than having no money, Jared," Milo said. "Money can
buy many pretty things to make one happy."

"Tell that to my father. Sometimes I'm starting to believe that
money does buy happiness." Jon thought of how his last boyfriend
dumped him for some college student at UCLA who also drove a
Ferrari and had a collection of Rolex watches. He guessed that
Salem got tired of waiting for Jon to find the "right moment" to
get in bed with him, but he also suspected that Jon's very Spartan
lifestyle held little appeal to Salem compared to someone who
spent his vacations in Europe.

Always he'd thought that being a Samaritan was a noble calling,
and he had followed his parents enthusiastically in their
humanitarian trips around the world. His parents' eccentric
upbringing worked well for him, he guessed, as despite being home-
schooled, he managed to get himself admitted into NYC and gotten a
degree in psychology. Of course, that couldn't compare to a
Harvard degree and certainly not a Ferrari when it came to keeping
Salem's attention. Salem had also pressured Jon quite heavily the
months that led to Jon's unceremonious dumping, saying that it
wasn't natural that Jon insisted on waiting for the right guy and
the right time. In hindsight, Jon knew now that Salem wasn't the
right guy and he was glad that he waited instead of hitting the
sack with Salem. Still, he still hurt when he thought of Salem.
Salem was supposed to be rational, practical, and intelligent.

Just when he wanted some time to nurse his wounded heart, his
father announced that he was inviting their latest stray into
Healing Heart. Jon generally got along well with these strays -
when he was younger, he harbored crushes on some of the more
reckless bad boys that stayed over - but he wasn't in the mood to
deal with a particularly difficult spoiled and pampered rich kid
who, at twenty-two, should know better than to act like a child.
He knew his parents would encourage Jon to become this guy's
mentor as Jon, at twenty-five, was closest to the guy's age and
hence could relate better to him. Jon just wasn't sure that he was
up to the challenge. He was losing his temper faster these days,
and as he'd told Milo, he found himself more and more unsatisfied
with his life. He couldn't help wondering what life was like if he
was a little selfish for once.



Andrew Wallace Walker decided that Healing Heart would be more
pleasant than he expected when he saw the really cute guy lifting
bundles of hay onto the truck. That guy wasn't too tall - five
feet six, Rew guessed - and his face was more boyishly cute than
sexually attractive, but Rew found that guy quite adorable in a
darkish manner. He'd fucked a few ugly nerds in his lifetime and
discovered that they generally worked harder at making him happy.
Hell, those ugly fat chicks even let him fuck them in the ass with
less the persuasion he had to pour thickly on compared to some of
the high-maintenance cheerleaders and both nerd chicks and guys
would always swallow once they'd given him head. Maybe this guy
would swallow and even let Rew indulge in some of his sexual games
that most of his lovers refused to let him play.

Rew checked out the guy's biceps, which were thick and ropey
thanks to hard work. Hell, that guy was wearing some muddy T-shirt
that clung nicely to his body, and it was a well-muscled body
honed from hard work, not gym sessions. His musculature was
coarser, less polished, but still sinewy and raw with power that
made Rew's mouth go dry with burning desire.

"Andrew Walker?" a man called.

Rew turned to see a pleasant-faced man of probably fifty walking
towards him. Like the cute guy, this man was in work clothes and
looked like a farmer in every way, from his sun-kissed natural tan
to his coarse if friendly face. "I'm Charles Lewis, the manager of
Healing Hearts. I'd like to bid you welcome to our humble home."

Humble home? Bid him welcome? What the fuck was this, some
leftover Brady Bunch movie? Rew didn't know what to say. He was
aware that his five-thousand dollar sports jacket, the eight
hundred dollar shirt underneath, and his two-thousand dollar jeans
made him look very out of place in this hovel.

"Meet my wife, Andrea," Charles said as a plain, plump, but
friendly-looking woman walked up to them. "Hey, Jon! Come over
here! That's my son Jon Peter Lewis."

Rew straightened his posture on instinct as he watched Jon look
him over. As Jon walked towards them, Rew felt the world around
him slowly evaporate into the background as every sense in his
body became fully aware of Jon. He clenched his fingers as they
itched to reach out and touch that other man even as the muscles
of his abs clenched just as hard as his loins burned with lust.
And what was more pleasant to Rew was the unmistakable, reciprocal
desire flaring in Jon's eyes. They both felt this instantaneous
attraction between them. Rew smiled as Jon swallowed and backed a
step away in instinctive response.

"I'm glad to meet all of you," Rew said, his mind made up there
and then. He would be staying until he'd fucked Jon out of his
system. "Please, call me Rew." His grin widened, became more feral
as his eyes returned to Jon. "I'm really glad to be here," he
reiterated, and fucking hell, it was one of the rare truths that
slipped past his lips.




TWO

Jon was a good man. He'd done more good deeds than he could count.
He didn't deserve to be in hell. But he was in hell, and the demon
tormenting him was Andrew Walker.

He couldn't explain it, but he turned into a raging horny creature
whenever Rew was around. He was no stranger to lust, but he
usually was able to master his desire, always wanting to wait
until he'd found the right person to lose himself in the pleasures
his body could offer. He wasn't a stranger to orgasms either as he
often stroked his swollen lust-inflamed cock in the privacy of his
bedroom when the urge became too strong to resist. But these last
few days were pure torment, with Jon waking up in hot lust and
cold sweat after experiencing scorching erotic dreams featuring
Rew, until it became a dawn ritual for him to thrust his erection
against his bed until he couldn't stand it any more and his right
hand began moving to ease the raging lust in his loins. Even then
he didn't jerk off in quick, urgent strokes, instead he was
compelled to slowly caress his cock and played with the tip as
well as the sensitive ridge, enjoying the slow ooze of his
slippery pre-seminal fluids until his control broke and he came in
a powerful explosion that splatter his hot fluids onto his chest
and stomach. Rew wasn't easing Jon's desire by working so close
with him. He watched as Rew's T-shirt plastered wet to the man's
splendid gym-honed physique, licking his dry lips when he hoped
Rew wasn't looking and hoping that his erection wasn't too obvious
through his jeans.

"Damn, it's fucking hot in here," Rew said.

Jon shot him a flushed glance, but Rew's expression was
deceptively innocent. Jon swallowed and had to lean against the
wall of the stable for support when Rew casually pulled off his
sweat-soaked T-shirt to reveal a powerfully muscled torso rippling
with well-defined sculpted abs and pectorals crowned with two
large wine-dark nipples. As he pulled off his T-shirt, the lift of
the fabric caused Rew's cock to pop out from the waistband of his
shorts, causing the thick crown of his erect penis to rest on a
thick treasure trail that began from his belly button down to his
crotch, the thick blood-engorged cock crown resting at the same
level as the belly button.

"Oops," Rew just said when he followed the direction of Jon's
hapless gaze. He nonchalantly pulled down his shorts, letting Jon
see the thick fur around the base of that huge cock and a hint of
long-hanging balls under the thick muscle of flesh protruding from
Rew's crotch. He calmly pushed his cock into his shorts, letting
it tent the fabric of his shorts in an obscene bulge.

No, Jon's senses cried out to him, but Jon couldn't think straight
anymore. He was burning in a fever that was raging out of control.
Like a man possessed, he couldn't stop his fingers from pulling at
his own T-shirt, ripping the material to shreds when his fingers
couldn't pull it over his head fast enough. His jeans joined the
shredded shirt on the hay-covered floor. He turned and pressed his
palm against the wall, fingers splayed, his forehead pressed
against the wooden wall, and then he cried out when he felt the
thick moist cock crown pressed against his vulnerable and exposed
ass pucker. And then Rew was penetrating him slowly but steadily,
and Jon thrust his ass back against Rew as the aching need
throbbed at the base of his spine, fanning a fire that burned and
could only be quenched by the slaking of this insane lust.

And then, he came.



It was difficult to maintain his composure once lust ebbed and
sanity returned. The enormity of what he did shook Jon. What the
hell - he had gone against a lifetime of principals for this...
this... With a cry, he pushed Rew off him and tried to grab for
his clothes.

"Hey, where are you going?" Rew asked, but he was too sated to
actually catch Jon.

Unfortunately, Jon was just as momentarily weak as Rew from their
coupling and his knees failed him. He fell onto the ground and Rew
wasted no time pinning Jon down with his body.

"I'm insulted. Was I that awful?" Rew asked, although his tone was
skeptical.

"What we did... what I did..."

"If you're trying to tell me that you've never done it before, I
know," Rew said simply. At Jon's questioning look, he explained
smugly, "I've had virgins before, and I know a tight virgin ass
when I'm in one. And this..." He touched his half-erect cock and
let Jon see his blood-smeared fingers. "I've torn some tender
tissues, I'm afraid," he said before licking away at his index
finger. He pressed his fingers to Jon, and Jon parted his lips and
licked at his own blood mingled with the tangy fluids of their
fucking. "And now, I'll..."

"It's not how good it was," Jon told him frantically as he tried
to free himself. "It's... damn it, Rew, I shouldn't be doing this
with you. You, of all people!"

"Why?" Rew demanded. "Is it because I violate some fucking moral
code of yours?"

"Sorry, I don't mean it to come out that way."

"Oh, I bet you did," Rew told him, a smile on his unbelievably
handsome face telling Jon that Rew harbored no hard feelings.
"Cheer up, Jon. I know I'm a jerk. What I don't understand is why
you won't just lay back and enjoy what we will do, and yes, Jon,
we will be doing this again."

"I don't do flings," Jon said, begged. "I don't want my heart to
be broken again." Although he feared that he was already headed on
that path of no return.

"With me, heartbreak will be the most glorious emotion you've ever
experienced," Rey told him.

Jon gritted his teeth. "You're unbelievably arrogant, you know
that?"

"I'm that and more," Rew agreed easily.

Jon saw the mischievous twinkle in Rew's eyes but the warning came
too late. A warm splash of liquid splattered onto Jon's stomach.
"Hey!" Jon yelped, but Rew just thrust his cock against Jon's
stomach as warm yellow urine poured onto Jon's torso. "Oh, that
feels good," Rew said with a sigh as the last few dribbles of piss
were finally expelled. They both lay on a pool of his piss. Jon
was amazed to realize that the sensation was pleasant, no, more
than pleasant. Indeed, he felt his bladder contract in some
instinctive response to Rew's action. He warned Rew that he had to
go, but Rew just turned them around and positioned them so that
Jon's cock was aimed at his face. Jon gaped, stunned, aroused, as
he drenched Rew's face and Rew groaned in pleasure as he opened
his mouth to catch Jon's golden waterfall.



"I'm having an affair," Jon said to his reflection in amazement
and disbelief. "Oh my, I'm really having an affair!"

He had always imagined that he would meet the right guy and
introduce this guy to his parents. But here he was, sleeping with
Rew behind his parents' back. It was hard to sit down with Rew and
his parents every evening for dinner, as he was sure that every
thing Rew and he did in the loft, in his bedroom, or in a motel
room down town was telegraphed in his blush. How did one ask for
the salt when one had tasted Rew's come so often that he could
still savor the aftertaste on his tongue? When he could still
remember the contour and girth of Rew's cock in his mouth, or the
powerful pleasure that coursed through him when Rew pumped that
cock between his thighs? How could Rew conduct a proper
conversation when Jon could barely speak - he was gritting his
teeth and grinding against his seat, aching with remembered
sensations of riding Rew's cock?

He was in trouble, he decided. He needed some advice. The trouble
was, he didn't know anyone who was like Rew or who had dealt with
people like Rew before to give him any useful hints on how to
tackle the man. He was like a pilot navigating in complete
darkness, and he was as much scared stiff as he was excited for
the first time in his life.





THREE

Rew smiled as Jon danced his way through Garth Brooks on the
jukebox. He lifted his upper body to watch Jon's rhythm-free
movements and off-key singing. He had to be crazy, because he
couldn't remember seeing a more beautiful sight than a naked and
freshly fucked Jon dancing in a bar Rew had broken into and
brought Jon in so that they could be alone. Carelessly, he let his
left hand rub his red-swollen cock and licked the fluids of their
combined fuck juices on his fingers before making his way to join
Jon.

Jon didn't want to do this, but Rew had persuaded Jon that there
would be no serious harm in breaking into a bar where the owner
was away until next week. They wouldn't steal anything - they
would just dance and fuck, after all. When it came to Jon, Rew
realized that he had to do some work to get that guy to ease up
and relax, but unlike those efforts he had to put in with his
previous sexual conquests, something was different here. The fun
didn't end when he finally got his rocks off. He wasn't thinking
of moving on. He was standing here and watching Jon dance and
finding the whole scene fucking beautiful.

Things had changed, he realized. He was no longer fucking Jon out
of his system as much as he was fucking Jon because he liked that
guy. He had to sit down. He had never liked anyone before. Sex was
a game, an instrument to have pleasure while hurting the other
person, and he wasn't familiar with this strange feeling inside
him. It was like he was feeling warm inside. Did this mean that he
liked Jon?

He liked staying at Healing Hearts, he reluctantly admitted to
himself. Jon's parents were hard but fair taskmasters, and they
worked him from day to evening at the farm. This morning, he
realized that he had put on ten pounds over the last three weeks,
but the extra weight was all in his muscles that were bulked up by
his work. And hell, he liked working. When he was sweating and
doing what Charles Lewis called honest work, he didn't have to
think about his life and he wouldn't want to break or hit
something or someone. And when he was inside Jon, giving Jon all
the pleasure his education in debauchery could give with his body,
he could only think of how good the pleasure was. And when he lay
beside Jon, he thought of Jon's shy ways with people, his
willingness to offer a hand to anyone who wanted it without
asking, and he actually felt ashamed of the kind of monster he
was.

There was no cynicism in Healing Hearts, Rew realized. Jon was
unlike anyone he'd ever known or fucked, and Jon had gotten under
Rew's skin. And Rew, damn it, didn't want to fight this strange
new change in his way of feeling and thinking.

Yesterday morning, he talked to Charles and Andrea about the
possibility of him staying here as a volunteer if they couldn't
afford to pay him once his month was up. Now, he wanted with a
desperation he had never experienced before to hear from Jon that
Jon wanted him to stay as much as he himself wanted to.

"I can change, Jon." The words came out without grace or ceremony,
and were certainly not the speech he planned in his head. "I can
be a good man like you and your father, Jon, if you will give me a
chance."

"What are you saying, Rew?" Jon asked, stopping to look at Rew. "I
can see that you've changed."

"I'll change," Rew told him. "I'll show you that I will still be
like this once my month is up."

"Good," Jon could only say, puzzlement obvious on his face as he
tried to decipher Rew's words.

"Maybe one day you will consider me a possible right guy for you,"
Rew said. He swallowed. "I know a part of you regret sleeping with
me because you are waiting for the right guy. I want you to know,
Jon, that I want to prove to you that you have nothing to regret
by giving yourself to me that day in the stable."

"I can't remember why I should be having regrets," Jon said softly
as he placed his palms on Rew's chest, his right hand capturing
the tattoo of Rew's heartbeat. "You're supposed to be Mr Wrong,
but this feels right, doesn't it? Maybe you're Mr Right," he
wondered aloud.

"I will be your Mr Right," Rew promised. He'd make sure of that,
he vowed silently to himself. Nobody, nothing would come between
he and Jon. But all concerns for the future dissolved briefly as
he captured Jon's mouth in a kiss.



Rew knew that the good things in his life couldn't last. Not
unless he personally made sure that things went his way. The
message left on his cell phone was just a wrench in Rew's plans,
and he walked into the motel room to make sure that this problem
would disappear permanently.

"Hello, Jenna," he said when he shut the door behind him.

His stepmother smiled as she turned to look at him. Rew studied
the outline of her voluptuous body in the transparent nightgown
she wore, only mildly aroused at the sight. She made some pleasant
distractions when his father forced him to come home from Europe
to work for him, especially when his father worked late at night
and Rew was a younger, more virile, and especially more charming
and seductive version of the man Jenna married for money.

It was too bad that Rew's plot with his then-girlfriend to film
Rew fucking the shit out of Jenna and had this girlfriend
blackmail Jenna didn't turn out so well. Celeste watched the video
and had some bird-brained notion that Rew enjoyed fucking Jenna
too much and in jealousy sent the tape to Rew's father instead.
How the hell he was supposed to come off as "not enjoying himself"
when he was fucking someone like Jenna, he would never know. Was
he supposed to show a limp dick? Would that make Celeste happy?

Either way he was glad to be rid of both women as he never cared
for them even the slightest in the first place. Now, watching
Jenna walk seductively towards him, he realized that he wasn't
even tempted to give Jenna what she was baiting for. Jon's honest
and open face crossed Rew's mind, and he couldn't help it:
disgusted with both himself and Jenna, he visibly recoiled and
took a step backwards.

Jenna saw his shiver of distaste and all traces of seduction
vanished from her face. "I'm pregnant with your kid."

"No fucking way," Rew said. "Prove it."

"Your father could barely get it up anymore, darling, and I've
been fucking you these last few months. The timing fits and I
suspect that the paternity tests would too."

"I won't marry you. You're not getting anything from me," Rew
snarled as he clenched his fingers. A sharp sting made him realize
that he'd cut through the flesh of both his palms.

"Marry?" Jenna laughed in derision. "Who the hell wants to marry
you? No, I want child support. I'm just letting you know in
advance before I go to your father because you were so good to me
when the nights were so long and lonely." She traced her nail
under Rew's chin. "You were so good, I couldn't even insult you by
saying that I faked everything while you fucked me like a bull.
You could feel my cunt and how I came so hard when I had your cock
inside me, pumping your hot - "

"Enough!" Rew roared, pushing her off him. "God fucking hell,
Jenna, stop this!" He raked his fingers through his hair in
exasperation. "Fine, I'll pay you myself, I have a trust fund due
in two years and I have money now. Let me know how much you want,
I'll pay you, just don't tell anyone."

"Oh? Are you pleading with me?" Jenna asked.

It was a mistake to reveal any vulnerability to Jenna, but the
thought of what Jon and his family would think when they learned
the true extent of Rew's sins that had his father banishing him to
Healing Heart drove Rew nearly mad with paralyzing panic.

"How much, Jenna?" he asked roughly.

"More than what you can afford on your own. Your father holds your
purse strings, sugar," Jenna told him reasonably. "I can get a
higher paycheck from him."

So that was it then. Rew felt an unnatural calm descend on him as
he calmly locked the door behind him. Jenna saw the expression on
his face and began to panic. Rew cracked his knuckles. "I won't
let you destroy my new life, Jenna," he said in a reasonable tone
as he made towards his stepmother.

"Rew? Ms Jenna? You in there?"

Rew turned, one fist raised as he pinned Jenna against the wall,
and gaped at the voice behind the door. "Jon?" he asked
incredulously.

"Yeah, it's me. Can you open the door?" Jon's face peered through
the window and his jaw dropped when he saw Rew and Jenna. "Oh
hell, open the door, Rew. We'll talk about this."

"You called him," Rew turned and snarled at Jenna. "You did this.
You wanted to break us up so that I will have no one else - you
bitch!"

Jenna knew to stay silent. Rew gave a wounded cry as he smashed
the fist into the wall.

"You haven't lost me, Rew," Jon said quietly. "I promise I will
listen to whatever you have to say. Please, open the door, Rew."

"You lie," Rew half-screamed, as he glanced desperately at the
locked door. "How can you still want me after what I've done?"

"So you're going to murder her and get arrested instead?" Jon
asked. "So you'd rather be an idiot rather than to take a chance
that I will want you still?"

Rew was mad, desperate, and idiotic enough to gamble on a chance
to get Jon back, no matter how slim the chances were. He dropped
Jenna and without a look back at her, hurried towards the door and
unlocked it.

Jon walked into the room and calmly surveyed the scene as if he'd
just walked into a caf‚ on a normal afternoon. "Now," he began,
sitting on the only seat in the room and making himself
comfortable, "can someone tell me what is going on here?"




FOUR

Rew pressed his head against the wall, willing himself not to
think. His father had just left Healing Hearts. Everything was out
in the open now: his plot to seduce and blackmail money out of
Jenna just for the hell of it, his knocking up both Jenna and
Celeste at the same time, with Celeste's pregnancy and the
revelation of Rew's blackmail scheme forcing his father to banish
him here even as he began divorcing Jenna. Now that Jenna was
carrying Rew's child, the divorce would still proceed, but his
father would pay for Jenna's child support out of Rew's
inheritance. Rew was wise enough to know that he had no say in any
decision. As usual, his life was controlled by people he resented
- his father, especially - and other authority figures such as
Charles Lewis. Only this time he didn't care or scheme
retaliation. Nothing mattered other than knowing that Jon would
still care to take him back.

"Take me back," he whispered silently in prayer to any deity that
would take pity on him. He'd promise that he would never ever
screw up and he would make Jon never regret his decision to take
Rew back. "Take me back, take me back, take me back,
takemebacktakemeback."

The door opened and Jon walked out. He took a deep breath, not
noticing Rew at the corner. "Why must I end up with a sociopath?"
he asked aloud.

With that, Rew's world came crashing to pieces around his feet. He
started to walk away.

Jon called him.

And like a desperate man drowning and in need of a rope, he turned
eagerly to hear what Jon had to say.

"Why did you do all those..." Jon shook his head. He couldn't
imagine any word that could describe the extent of Rew's actions,
which he found reprehensible and against everything he believed
in. "My initial reaction is to leave you, Rew. I've heard
everything from your father - the people you screwed and
mistreated back from way back. I cannot imagine anyone would do
those despicable actions like you did."

"I have no excuses for my sins, Jon," Rew said lifelessly, his
eyes bleak with defeat. "I am a despicable jerk."

"Then why do you want me to take you back, Rew?" Jon asked.
"You've had me."

"I don't really have you, I never did," Rew told him. "I never
wanted to be someone else until I've known you, Jon. And now I
would give everything I can give if I can magically become someone
else and get you to stay with me, Jon, by my side always."

"Am I that important to you?"

"You're the good that I never have," Rew said earnestly. "I feel
like a new man, and I don't want to be my old self ever again,
Jon, because being with you makes me. I don't know how to describe
it, but I want to be good. I want to be with you and make you
happy, to be happy, that's all. I know you don't know whether I
can be trusted - "

"I've seen many people change for the better, Rew," Jon said
gently. "I am willing to give you a chance."

"What?" Rew asked in shocked disbelief.

"I'll take you back," Jon said. "I believe you when you say that
you want to change. I'm giving you my heart, soul, and trust, Rew,
because I believe that what we had is real. All I'm asking you
back is not to break my faith in you, Rew."

It was as if a great burden had been lifted off Rew's shoulders.
His heart felt free and unfettered as it finally began to pulse
with life after being frozen in ice for so long. Rew couldn't
speak, he could only let a tear trail down his cheeks unchecked as
he tentatively lifted his trembling arm towards Jon.

Jon took it, and his handclasp was firm and true.



A year later

The cry of the baby gently aroused Jon from his sleep. He sighed,
enjoying the caress of the morning sun on his bare skin, before
sitting up and sleepily open his eyes towards the direction of the
cry.

Rew cradled his son Thomas in his arms, gently singing a lullaby
as he rocked his son to sleep. Even after a year, Jon was still
struck by the poetic sight of a naked and sleekly muscled Rew
tenderly cradling his son, a savage beast tamed by paternal
instincts Rew never even knew he had until he saw Thomas in the
hospital nursery that day. Rew paid an unimaginably high amount of
money to Jenna for Thomas. Jon kept his outrage to himself at the
way a price tag was placed on Thomas, however, because he knew Rew
was trying to do the right thing with Thomas.

"He's our son," Rew whispered when he put the sleeping Thomas back
on the cradle. He turned to Jon who had walked up to stand beside
him. "I'll make damned sure that he will grow up into a good man.
And he will never have any reason to be ashamed of me."

Jon placed his arms around Rew's neck and kissed the man's lips
softly. "I'm sure you will do fine, Rew. We are all proud of you."

Rew wanted so desperately to believe Jon, and his eyes glittered
brightly as he gazed into Jon's eyes. "Don't leave me, Jon. I need
you to teach me to be a good man."

"I'll never leave you."

Rew kissed him urgently as he tightened his arms around Jon's
waist. Rew lifted his left leg onto the bed as he sat Jon on it.
Jon looked up at Rew's handsome face and then sighed in pleasure
when a warm stream of urine washed his neck and chest. Rew, like
the wolf he was, made soft groans of triumph as he marked Jon as
his in a most primal manner. Jon greedily took that cock in his
mouth and drank the remaining of Rew's golden shower. Soon Rew's
thick, rich come was pouring down his throat. Jon loved his rich
Sunday breakfast, and his father's delicious pancakes were mere
desserts to everything Rew had to offer to him.
