Nick's sleep was not dreamless. Just before he had gotten into bed with Joe, he saw the makeshift ropes on one foot of the bed. He imagined there was another one on the foot at Joe's side of the bed. He noticed that it had been made of two neckties knotted together. "He's a lawyer," Nick thought just before he fell asleep. "He probably has a zillion neckties." He smiled as he thought about the three he owned: the black one for work, the one he had worn at his brother's graduation (it was clip on), and one he must have taken from a costume he wore when he was at "Peaches and Cream." As he slept, he first dreamt about those days: how every time he stripped in front of women, he wished there were a man in the audience to take him away right after the show was over. He imagined a man not unlike that guy - Fabio - who his mother had lusted after. He was on the cover of nearly every romance she read. Fabio... he thought of him as he moved in closer to Joe, and Joe held him tighter. Joe was nothing like Fabio - NOTHING. But... and his dreams went off in another direction: was he anything like Joe's infatuations? He surely had them. He sunk into deeper sleep and an old, old fantasy came up. It was based on games he used to play with Mikey. The wrestling games where Mikey always pinned him down, sometimes tickling him until Nick had to beg him to let him go, or he'd wet his cut offs. He and Mikey shared a bedroom at the time, so he couldn't do what he wanted to in the bedroom. Instead, he'd lock himself in the bathroom, and then jerk off, imagining Mikey had staked him out on the lawn and was running his fingers up and down over his chest. "MMMM. Thinking of me, sailor?" Joe smiled as he woke up from the stab of Nick's hard on. He kissed Nick on the lips. "It's awfully early for that, but... if you want...." He smiled as he rolled on top of Nick. "It could be arranged. "Oh... Oh... MMMMMM. If you want Sir, I'm ready, but it's early. " "Ha ha. " Joe kissed him again. "I'm gonna assume you're not gonna sneak out and waste that hard on on someone other than me, so.... go back to sleep pretty boy." He wrapped his hand in Nick's hair. It felt so soft! A hard cock and soft hair. He wondered: did Nick see the neckties before they went to sleep? They were a surprise for Sunday afternoon. But he was sleepy now. He kept awake until he heard Nick's breathing become rhythmic and slow, then he went back to sleep as well. "I feel like I need to protect him," he thought. "Even though he's been protecting himself forever. Think other things Joe. Think about fucking the shit out of him. Think about being friends with his niece. Think of anything else. DON'T think of protecting him." He began to snore. It was 3:30. Joe didn't use an alarm clock on Sunday, but Nick had acclimated himself to waking up by 7, so that he could get breakfast started for Becky. When he woke up, he realized: "Oh! She's not here today. No breakfast. I miss her." Then he began to think of an old folk song his mother used to sing: "Love Song to a Stranger." What was the first line: "How long has it been since I spent the whole night alone/in a twin bed/with a stranger." He wondered if Joe knew it. Nick's mind was drifting, and he didn't realize Joe was climbing on top of him until he was pinned down. "Morning gorgeous." Joe kissed Nick again, first on the mouth and then on his nose. He felt Nick's nose move slightly under his lips: not a nervous twitch, but a bone movement. Strange. Nick's nose WAS slightly misshapen. He wondered what that was about." "I'm gonna lay on top of you until I feel you get as hard as you were earlier." Joe nuzzled into Nick's neck and Nick sighed. "That won't take long Sir. MMMM. Could you not shave today, Sir? That scruff feels SO good." "You wanna risk having a hickey, young man?" "If it's from you, you bet... " He sighed. "Where's your tongue Sir? My mouth is waiting." "I have horrendous morning breath Nick. I'm not sure you want that." "I'll take the risk. " "Come and get it." They wrestled and Nick got harder, as did Joe. Joe slipped his tongue into Nick's mouth, and Nick began to moan some more. "Morning sex is hot, Sir," Nick whispered when Joe pulled out his tongue. "My sentiments exactly. " He threw the blankets off the bed and put his hands under Nick's ass to push it up a little. "GOD your ass feels so good. So... OH JUST SO GODDAMN GOOD." Nick caught a glimpse of the swollen, red tip of Joe's cock before it slipped into him. "Caused me to yield" was another line in the song. Nick thought of it as Joe pushed in further. "OOOOH. OH GOD. You feel so good Sir. SO GOOD." Joe thought the same about Nick's ass. He was concerned: at his age, there was no guarantee that he'd be able to shoot twice during the day, let alone once, after a hot night of sex. He wanted to introduce Nick to HIS style of bondage that day, and now.... "OH HELL . Let the devil take tomorrow," he thought, as he started a rhythm, with Nick joining him, pushing back and forth." "GOD I WISH HE HAD TIED ME" Nick was thinking.. "Should I stop it and ask, or is that... pushy." Then he felt a REAL push as all of Joe's cock was inside of him. "OH FUCK SIR OH FUCK. OH GOD.." Nick's tongue moved around almost involuntarily when he was enjoying himself, and it was happening now. Joe knew what he was doing: Nick didn't have much experience, but... this man was going to be hard to beat if he ever...." He hear Joe let out a scream as he unleashed his jizz in Nick's ass. "DAMN, YOU'RE SO FINE NICK. SO FINE. " Then Joe lowered his mouth onto Nick's hard cock and began licking his head. "SIR. NO SIR. NO. You're... you're...." Nick wanted to get out 'the top' but Joe ran his tongue around the rim of his head just as he was about to say it, and he lost it. "FUCK SIR FUCK!!!!!" Joe pulled his head away and began to jerk Nick's rod. Nick thought he was finished, but... he got three more squirts out . "HOOOOOOOOOOOLY. I have NEVER cum like that Sir. What the hell did you do?" Joe just smiled. "Call it experience young man. You willing to kiss lips that were just on your dick?" "JUST DO IT SIR" . They necked for about five minutes. Joe pulled on Nick's hair a little and it put another bit of thrill into Nick's body. "Sir, this is going to sound very rude. VERY rude. But I should call Becky. See if she's ok." "Go ahead. You want some privacy?" "Thanks Sir, but no. She knows I'm at a sleepover. Maybe you can say hello to her?" Joe laughed. "You want me to meet the family THIS SOON? Nick, I haven't even THOUGHT about rings." He regretted saying that as soon as he saw Nick's face. "Just a joke kiddo. Just a joke. " Nick smiled. "That was just some gas from last night Sir. Nothing to worry about." In fact, Nick had been wondering about their future. He liked this Joe character. He REALLY liked Joe. How would they work it out? Would Becky like him? Would he like Becky? How would it work out? He got answers to the first two questions after he put Becky on face time and introduced her to Joe. "HEY THERE. So you're this Joe guy my uncle is in love with?" Nick blushed and Joe started laughing. "Well, I guess I am, unless there's another Joe in his life Becky." She laughed. "You know the last time there was a man in my uncle's life? NEVER." "I'm gonna kill her. Then I'm gonna die," Nick started thinking. "Well, it hasn't been never since there was a man in my life Becky, but your uncle... he's pretty special to me." "Are you getting him a present?" Joe began to laugh again. He knew what was going on. "Why? What do you want that he didn't get you?" "HAH." She laughed. "There are so many things. I'll tell you when I speak to you again Joe. It was nice to meet you, but I'm gonna go. Can I speak to my unc again?" "Sure. Hold on." He handed Nick back the phone. Nick gave him a look and, when Joe wasn't looking, Nick grabbed his cock and squeezed it. "I'll see you tomorrow Beckster, ok? Don't get in trouble." "Don't fuck this up Nick. He's a keeper." Nick put down the phone and he turned to Joe. "So.. it looks like I got you by the balls. "NICKO. You better let them go or.... " "Or what Sir? You gonna punish me?" "Damn right I am. And it's gonna start right ... now..." Joe grabbed Nick's rib cage and began tickling him. "OH SHIT NO. NOT THAT. NO...." Soon, Nick was a mess. Joe was straddling him and gently teasing his nipples. "You see what's on the side of the bed?" "The neckties Sir? Yes, I did. Are they for me?" "Uh huh. A little later. For now, let's get cleaned up. Let's do something today. "
While Nick was drying his hair, Joe came into the room. "You hungry?" "Famished Sir. I got lots of exercise." "Hah hah. There's a nice place a little ride from here. Want to go? " Nick went to his bag. "Will these clothes do, Sir?" He pulled out a yellow Lauren shirt, and a pair of brown khakis. Joe smiled. "They're perfect. Let me get myself cleaned up. I'll be ready real soon. Then...." He paused. "I have a feeling you're not much of a zoo kinda guy, but how about the lake? Some bird watching, some boy watching, some sunning?" "Sounds like a perfect Sunday Sir."
Nick WAS famished. Joe had already shaken a finger at him. "NO CRITICIZING SERVICE NICK. It's Sunday, it's brunch, and gay customers are difficult. They may not be up to your standards but... they get paid a whole lot less than you do at the Greek place." He looked at Nick: he hadn't tied his hair back and Joe loved the way it moved when Nick moved his head. Nick's shirt was not as tight as the blue one he had worn on Saturday night, but it flattered him, especially the color. He had pushed the sleeves back and his light musculature showed. Joe began to think he'd be fine with a second erection that day. "Nick, can I ask you a personal question? Just tell me it's none of my business if it isn't" Nick finished a mouthful of chicken and waffles and took a sip of juice. "Can't say no if you don't ask Sir." "Well... did you ever break your nose when you were younger." Nick smiled. "It moved when you kissed it, didn't it?" "Well, yeah. I was just hoping I didn't hurt you" "Nah, it doesn't hurt now. It did when I broke it. It was a few years ago." He put down his fork. "Please don't hold this against me Sir." "Nick sweetie, the only thing I wanna hold against you is my lips. Tell me." "I was still in massage school. Between tuition for me, and for Becky, and everything else, things were tight. My folks' estate wasn't settled, Mikey's estate wasn't settled, and there was almost no money, so.... I joined this fight club: we scraped by and, well, sometimes I got hurt. One time, I got really hurt. The bastard broke my nose." "OH DEAR. You had to street fight to live?" "It wasn't for a long time Sir. I got another job after that." Nick smiled. "I'm keeping that as a surprise for you." Joe had a feeling it was the dancing gig, but he wasn't going to spoil Nick's surprise. He shrugged his shoulders. "Someone hit you. Someone broke a bone. He should be glad I wasn't there." Nick reached out and grabbed his hand. "I can take care of myself Sir." Joe squeezed back. "I know you can. I think you need to learn how to trust someone to do it for a little while so you can stop being so tense." "He gets me," Nick thought. "THAT's why I'm so into him."
Joe looked at his watch as they got into the car. "Nick, are you staying over tonight?" "Did you want me to Sir?" "Yeah, I do. But if you have to get Becky.." "Oh, no, Sir. She's going directly to school with her friend. I figured I could leave when you left for work on Monday." "How about you drive me? I can catch a car home. It's not a problem. I've done it before." "Sir, I don't wanna inconvenience you." Joe laughed. "The fact that I have a hard on and you can't blow me in the park is inconveniencing me. You spending Sunday night is not. Do I have to give you an order?" "OH. That sounds hot Sir." "Wait.. It's coming." They put the car near the park. As they got out, Nick came up to Joe. He picked up his hand and then put it around his shoulders. "You good with this Sir?" Joe scrunched Nick's neck. "I'm PERFECT with it." They got a few stares. Nick didn't hear the couple who walked by where one of them said "what a handsome son and Dad." "Nick, how old are you? " Joe asked. "I'm 28. How about you Sir, if you don't mind" "Ten years older." He breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to know you're not young enough to be my son." "Would that be a problem Sir?" "I don't know. I didn't think it through, Nick. I think ten years of difference is good. Do you." "Slide your hand to my ass if you like Sir. Does that answer your question?" "Ha ha. Kinda does. " Joe was thinking "he's like an abandoned cat who never had a home. And I'm like a cranky old man who never thought he would find someone attractive." "Here's my favorite spot, Nick. It's the carousel." They stopped in front of a big old fashioned merry go round. "I just love to see the kids laughing as they go around." Nick watched with him. Then he had an idea. "Wanna be a kid again, Sir? " "HUH? Nick... you don't mean?" "WHY NOT? The chariot. We can fit in. Maybe we can even snuggle." Joe began to laugh. "You're a crazy little fucker. But yes. Yes. Let's do it." Joe hadn't laughed that hard in a long, long time. They rode the carousel three times. "See, Sir? Becky is twenty years younger than she acts. I gotta be the kid for her sometimes. I'll be it for you too." "Just be Nick for me. That's plenty." He looked into Nick's eyes. "You know, I'm falling for you Nick." "I'm waiting for you Sir. I'm already there."
When they got back to the house, Joe wrapped his arms around Nick and began nuzzling his ear. Nick was going to be helpless in a minute. He spoke fast. "Sir, let me give you your surprise please. Please. I promise. It'll be better than what we're doing." "Hmmm. That's gonna be hard, but ok. " "Just sit Sir. Just sit. I'll be back." Nick ran off to the bedroom. Joe was antsy: he wondered what Nick was up to. Then he came out. He had on the ripped jeans. And a tank top that looked like it had seen better days. His hair was pushed up into a baseball cap. "I worked as an exotic dancer after the fight club Sir. And tonight, I'm giving you a lap dance. I'm gonna be your PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVATE DANCER." Joe was smiling ear to ear, and his cock was getting harder. It got MUCH harder when Joe bent down to plug in his iphone for his music. The music wasn't Tina Turner. It was Joe Cocker: "you can leave your hat on. " Nick began to dance. He swiveled hips, and shook his ass close to Joe's face before he pulled away. Halfway through the music, he grabbed a cut in the shirt that Joe hadn't seen. The shirt tore away. Then, he reached up, spun his cap around and bowed the front of it toward Joe, who knew to pull it off. All of Nick's hair fell out. Nick smiled, licked his lips and sat down on Joe's lap. He began kissing his forehead and Joe.... well, Joe lost it. He growled, and with all of his strength, picked up Nick, and dragged him off to the bedroom. "WAIT... " Nick was laughing. "I wasn't finished." "Oh, yes you are, you vixen. Yes you are." Joe threw Nick onto the bed, and he reached for the neckties. He had him tied down in less than a minute. "OH, don't you look pretty like that. Don't you just look... so goddamn fuckable. And so ticklable." "Is that a word Sir?" "I wouldn't worry about it." Joe's fingers found Nick's pits, and he ran them down his sides, before he moved to Nick's navel. Nick was hysterical. Joe stopped for a minute. "Now if I gave you a choice: I could tickle you for another ten minutes, mostly your feet, or fuck you, what would you pick?" "Fuck me Sir. Please. I wanted you to fuck me since the park. Fuck me. Please. Rip away the jeans. Don't worry." "I LOVE these jeans, Nick. " "I have another pair. " "FUCK, then... ok... " The jeans were in tatters. That's when Joe saw Nick wasn't wearing any underwear. "I'm gonna have to buy my boy some thongs. That's for sure." "My boy." Nick thought. "He called me his boy. OH SHIT. I gotta think about this." He couldn't think about it then though, because instead of putting his cock in Nick, Joe had just shoved his tongue up his ass. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK HOLY SHIT SIR. HOLY FUCKING SHIT." Joe didn't answer. He just dug deeper and Nick squirmed more. When he stopped, he looked at Nick. "Who's my boy?" Nick took a deep breath. He knew what this meant. And he wanted it. "I am Sir. I am." "Boys get fucked. And that's what's gonna happen to you." "Yes sir. Thank you Sir. THANK YOOOOOOOOOOOOU" Joe hadn't been hard like this twice in a day since... oh, since he was younger than Nick. This young man was driving him crazy and he RAMMED deeply into Nick. "I wanna fuck you every single day, nick. I want you EVERY DAY." "OH GOD YES SIR. YES SIR. OOOOOOOOOOOOH. SIR, I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna shoot. "Then do it. Tighten your glutes. FORCE ME TO SHOOT IN YOU." "AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH" Nick shot again, and then Joe followed suit. "OH SHIT, that was great Sir. That was SO GREAT. This whole day. Last night, today. " Nick began to cry. Joe kissed his eyes. "I don't know what that's about kiddo. You tell me when you're ready." "Can you untie me Sir? I wanna make dinner for us." Greek salad. Pasta with an olive oil sauce. Red wine from Joe's collection. It was the best meal he had eaten in a long time. Dessert was Nick falling asleep against his chest while they watched TV. Joe let Nick sleep for a few hours. He had some things to think about. Yes, he wanted Nick every day. The arrangements they both had right now meant... he couldn't. There was much to be worked out. Nick's schedule. HIS schedule. Becky. "It will all work. It will all work. It has to. We're both getting what we never had. It's our time.