Searching for Cy

“Cy. Is that you?”

The short kid slowly turned to me, face wide in question.

The spotlight from the landscaping glowed on the side of his face as he turned. Dark hair, tanned skin, narrow body in jeans and a damp tee-shirt. Hot night on the strip, he was working the north end. Not many breezes here, not much action either– bigger guys chased him off the best corners. A row of sweat beads lined his upper lip. That beautiful upper lip, full, curved perfectly and it stretched into a grin.

“Are you hungry?”

He came to me. “Really hungry.”

“Burger and fries?”

He nodded and grabbed my hand. Almost thought I wouldn’t find him tonight, “Go around back of the Sand Dollar and wait for me to come.”

* * *

Almost twenty years ago, a co-worker in an accounting firm where I worked began embezzling to feed his habit. Templeton had it bad, slipped up, didn’t cover his numerical tracks well. Glancing through his accounts, I found it first. Cut a deal with him. Told him where he could hide his funds. Well, I told him after he gave me half for my silence. Quickly hid my half off-shore. Few months later, I turned him in discretely. They thought he stole the whole amount.

No court proceedings, company covered the loss to keep reputation and clientele, began raising our rates.

Five years later I quietly bought the Sand Dollar Motor Lodge with my cut. Shabby place near the end of the strip, always busy. Prime shore front real estate, figured I could sell it later for double my investment. Currently I lived in the farthest back room of my motel. How much does a single man need?

Templeton hit the streets, on the skids. His habit took him to the strip, homeless junkie. Worked the strip dealing in skin, drugs, whatever sold. The life seemed to suit him, he got a thrill out of the different fetishes and orgies, the new drugs and the well-heeled tourists needing peculiar diversions.

He procured the salve for my needs on a monthly basis for a few years, but it wasn’t what I really needed. Every few weeks my anticipation and anxiety built before I had to go out looking for Cy.

* * *

Walked back to the Sand Dollar and got two big burgers and fries, catsup, and a cold six pack of sodas to go. “Put it on my tab.” Swiping my card through the slot at my door, a short shadow emerged from the banana tree at the end of the walkway. He looked up at me over the box of dinner smiling, “Catsup?”

“Plenty.” So good to see that face smiling – skin with an eerie hue under the buzzing white fluorescent tubes.

Inside, I put the box on the table and went to change into shorts and sandals. The boy was sorting out the burgers, setting our table, “Thanks.”

“If you’re hungry, eat.” I winked and he began tearing open the catsup packets and squirting it on his basket of fries. “Wash those hands.”

He went to the bath, came back, swinging his dark hair out of his eyes. He didn’t sit down, but came and stood beside me, looking at my face – no expression. I went to my closet, dug around and found what he wanted and handed it to him.

“Special tonight?” Folded it and tucked it away.

“You’re always special.” I winked, motioned him to the table and we sat to eat, listening to the waves crash and music from the bar by the pool. My, but he was hungry. I ate a few bites and watched him. Dark-eyes smiled at me occasionally, thick lashes and the delicate curves of his brows. Beautiful, thin neck, narrow shoulders but it was his lips. Full and perfectly shaped. Mouth full of an even row of teeth. The seeming perfection of his youth captivated me. Smooth, tanned skin – I looked closely for any spots. None. He hadn’t started the needle yet, it appeared.

“Do you smoke?” Curious.

“No. It stinks.”

“Need a number?”

“Nah. It stinks too.”

“Watch some videos?”

“Not unless you want.” He continued eating, glancing at me occasionally.

Manners? Yes, he took small bites and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his meal with his thin, delicate fingers, using a fork with his fries. I went to my dresser and brought back a small, black box and put it on the table.

“What’s that?”

“Teuscher chocolates, finest in the world – from Zurich. We’ll have some later.”

* * *

I turned the lights out but for one lamp and opened the patio door letting the moonlight filter in through the palms, we ate till we were full and wrapped up what was left. Leaning down, he untied his shoes and began taking off his clothes, folding them carefully, “Need a shower, hot out tonight.”

Sitting on the end of the bed, I patted my lap. “Let me see.” On my lap I smelled the aroma of the hamburger and fries in his hair, on his breath. Nuzzling my face into his neck, there was only a tinny smell of boy sweat. Hint of pee drifted upward from his briefs and sweaty feet weren’t too offensive. Couldn’t help but pull his head against my shoulder and rub along his arms, silky skin, body hair so fine it was invisible. He rubbed his face against my chest. “Wash me?”

I stood, following his rounded butt draped in droopy, cotton briefs. “Super clean.” He made a slight face but stripped and waited for me. Got the toothbrush and paste, brushed while I prepared for his cleansing. “I’ll be easy.” Sat on the toilet lid and he stood in front of me, facing away while I dampened his hole with a few drops of water. It was warm. Slowly slipping the nipple of the bulb in his tight hole, I continued pushing until the entire inch and a half was inside him thinking all the while about how wide my cock would stretch him. Several ounces of water and I pulled it out and stuck my finger in, plugging him firmly. “Wait.”

He stood and waited. One finger in his butt, the other hand sneaked around to check his cock. Not hard. He was humiliated having to get cleaned while I watched, while I performed it. Wiggling my finger around inside him, he wasn’t dirty, I pulled it out and let him sit. He released in a slow dribble. “Again.”

Three more times. Maybe I’d push that champagne crème chocolate in here… Hmmm. I imagined it melting inside his small, heated space. Jungle to Switzerland, Miami and into his bloodstream; quite a trip.

* * *

After cleaning, I patted my lap, “Medicine.” Being a gentle man, I rubbed his hole with desensitizing ointment and held his butt cheeks closed, “I missed you.” We waited and before he stood, I slipped my finger in without resistance and was pleased with my work.

Showering, standing still while my hands soaped and caressed him with the slippery lather. Not a hair, not a wrinkle, not a scar. Perfect.

He turned to me and I handed him the washcloth and with the gentlest of touches he held each of my arms, soaped, occasionally looking into my eyes smiling. My neck, back and arms. With his hands, he soaped my face gently, small, light fingers along my eyebrows and ears, feeling the stubble on my cheeks, then shampooing once, he aimed the water at my face and my hair. Nice, refreshing.

With the washcloth, he gently soaped my cock, my balls and pushed the cloth between my legs. From behind me, he ran the side of his hand along my cleft, then drew the washcloth through. His fingers came next, pressing and rubbing around my hole. He shoved his fingers in quickly then moved on to my legs and feet. Nice job, better with the cool water, he made sure all the soap was gone, out and I got a quick toweling. The cool breeze from the patio was enough for his drying.

Standing on opposite sides of the bed, we pulled the covers back to the sheets and I lay down. “Turn on the radio.” He chose light jazz and brought a towel from the bath to cover the lamp shade making the room barely lit. I watched his short, slender form bring another soda and a glass of ice. Graceful child, he’d probably make a fine gymnast, anything with physical movement. Offered me a drink, then he had a few sips and placed the black box of chocolates on my chest. “Oh, yes.”

Offering him the opened box, he told me to pick one. I bit into a fudge piece, took half and put the other half at his lips. He liked that and worked it with his tongue, enjoying the dark, melting sweet.

Laying his head on my shoulder, wet locks of his hair stroked my nipples, body almost on top of me, slightly to the side. I arranged myself to hold him in one arm and pulled his thigh over mine.

His eyelashes fluttered against my skin. He sighed.

“Love me?” I whispered, stroking along his arm.

“Yes.” Laying very still, I felt him breathe irregularly a few times. “But it’s never close enough. Do you know what I mean?”

“There is a distance.” Now I sighed and felt him squeeze me, rub his face on my chest. “That’s the way it has to be.” We were quiet for a while until he lifted himself up and licked my nipple, then kissed my chest, pulling at my few hairs with his lips. His hand went to my soft rod.

“Wait.” My hands swept his smooth body, his ribs, the tender hollow of his armpit, trim waist and rounded rear, kissed his wet hair and savored his clean smell, he was all mine.

Cy. Next to me, touching me. Kissing me. Loving me. Close enough.

* * *

Moments of warmth next to him and I lifted his chin to see his eyes open and look into mine. His look asked me what I wanted. Kissing his forehead, I shoved my palm down his chest to his tight package, damp with the humidity of the night and our bodies.

Touching him, my mind wandered to the feel of his tight muscle around my dick. Excitement began deep inside me, behind my balls, up my spine. My throat tensed, my tongue wanted to taste, to feel. Held myself back till I was fully erect and pulled him to the center of the bed, hovering over him on my knees and palms. Where to start?

He made the decision for me, his fingers delicately touching my face, like a spider’s dance, his mouth opened slightly, his eyes looking into mine. Covered his face, eyes and chin in light kisses then began lapping across the smooth skin. On to his tender, thin neck, kissing and rubbing my face. Soft strands of hair on my face; lips on tender skin, I could feel his heartbeat on my cheek.

Fingers tugged at my ear, pulling me away, “That tickles.” He gave me a smile and looked in my eyes. “Love me.”

He didn’t need to remind me, that’s why I went looking for him. “Be patient.” I whispered and lay down beside him, took his hand and put it on my dick, “You know why this is important?” Nudging his hand, he began stroking me.

“Why?”

“It’s a man’s job to fill needs.” I took his face in my hands, “Suck my nipples, sweetheart.” Half on my chest, I swiped some spit on my fingertip, and straight to his cleft, opened it with my thumb and began rubbing. “So many needs….”

Sucking and humming, he didn’t move, but kept stroking my dick. Then moved over my shaft to gather my foreskin high, then stick his tongue into it, holding it close while he lingually examined my slit, glancing through his hair at my face occasionally – he knew I liked that. His hand caressed my balls and between my legs.

My finger again found his hole, I felt his fingers touching mine. Little upstart found my fingertip with his pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, he pushed it against his hole wanting more. Eager boy grunting softly as I entered the tight gathers of skin. “Slow.”

Got up to take a pill, his needs were as great as mine tonight. Lot of work ahead.

* * *

At the bed I pounced over his body holding his arms down and kissing his neck, down his torso, lips enjoying the smooth skin, feeling his ribs with my tongue, tugging at his nipples with my teeth, chomping around his waist and navel. Beautiful body, so beautiful. Took a mouthful of his short dick, and sucked it straight while he wriggled. Savored his small nuts with my tongue. He liked that, lifted his hips telling me he wanted more; I bit and nipped, sucked and tongued. Let him go and his hands immediately came to my face, eyes asking again. Ankles went to my waist, he pulled me to him, open and ready.

Ran my cock up and down that short, dark cleft, across his junk, then back, dripping and propelled by duty, I put those small feet on my shoulders and looked down, then at his eyes. Pressed against the hot groove of his rear, warm and slippery against my glans.

Held firmly and pushed once, hard. In. His eyes opened wider, staying on mine. “Kiss me.” He cried.

I did. He tightened his muscles around my rod several times as he sucked my tongue.

Tucked his lower lip behind his front teeth, almost like he was telling me to fuck. I obliged.

Grabbing the headboard, I shoved slowly and deeply. The gripping heat inside him was almost overwhelming – took a deep breath, pulled out and entered again slowly pushing moans out. Small, heated mounds of internal tissues caressing my shaft.

Pushing on his thighs, doubling the small body over, I watched my shaft enter deeply, slowly until I couldn’t see my it. Completely encased in wet, hot velvety folds, my dick twitched. His eyes opened and he smiled. We stayed like that exchanging kisses and twitches for a few moments, but I was already too stimulated. Wouldn’t be long. He grabbed his knees, pulling himself over tightly and I grabbed the headboard again and began rapid-fire pumps, hard and deep, each one more satisfying than the last. Needed more and had too much already.

Reaching the apex of hunger for Cy and taking more by movement. Harder, filling our needs deeply, readying to seed his entire body. I could feel it coming, almost a burn then it was beyond control, like the boy’s body was demanding, pulling my seed up, around and I felt my dick swell slightly as my body shot heated, liquid pulses of seme; I rammed. My dick pushed it as far as I could get inside him. Kept humping and pushing till I knew I was done, but continued just before my dick was going to crash with any more movement. “You need this.”

We froze like that for a moment until he moved his legs to breathe. I waited till my shaft diminished shoving a few more times to feel my cum ooze and drip from him. Slipped my finger alongside my softening dick to feel what I’d done. Made a lot, gave a lot. Still leaking heavily I wriggled my finger to his small glands, almost not big enough to find, but I found them and rubbed. Small yelp. I watched his face; he watched mine and I saw his face contort, mouth open in grimace and his hips jerked, a few small clenches with his ass.

Needs filled. Yes, needs filled fully.

* * *

Made quite a noise in the bath expelling air and cum. Returned clean with the tube of cream in his hand. “More.” Wasn’t sure if he meant more of my dick or more of the medicine, I applied it to his loose hole gently, supposing both. “You’re so big.”

“You’ll be the same.” Patting his butt, I offered him another chocolate. He didn’t want any. “Are you making cum yet?”

“A little, sometimes.” He blushed. “Not much.”

“Get over my face, I want a taste.”

“Give me a minute.” He sipped our warm soda, then straddled my face. His short rod, rigid, I pulled it into my mouth, hands on his hips then reached around to grab a butt cheek in each palm and pressed him to my face, pressing those tiny nuts against my lower lip. Swiped them with my tongue then back on task at his rod. No foreskin to enjoy, pressed the short rod against my palate with his red tip, small slit at the back of my tongue and began gently while my fingers found his relaxed hole. Had to slip a finger in, then two. He groaned. As I began a rhythm in my mouth, I felt his short hunches against me; his navel to my nose.

Several sighs later, I began in earnest with my fingers and my tongue, coordinating the sucking and rubbing until his body hunched harder against me. My other hand went between his legs to press deeply, hoping to push his glands up against my fingers’ massage. That seemed to fill his need immediately.

His body trembled for a moment, I felt his ass tighten, a few soft sounds and he pressed himself deeply into my mouth. “Now. I’m cumming….” Breathless and trembling. A few lightly salted drops came onto my tongue. Cy’s cum.

He lay exhausted next to me. “Thanks.”

“Thank you.” I put him face down on the bed. My chemical assistance brought a strong second wind. Between his legs, I parted his butt cheeks and touched his hole with my foreskin – he was still dripping with my last cum. Easy entry. He grunted, lifting his butt toward my groin. Needy boy.

Grip wasn’t tight with the remnants of my initial seeding making it easy to piston fast and hard till I was almost ready, needed more resistance. I settled for depth, feeling the boy’s hips bounce up against me as I thrust. Still, not enough through my previous discharge. Out and on my back, “Ride me.”

Watching his face while he straddled my hips and inserted, lowering himself slowly – his eyes weren’t focused. He lay on my chest for a few moments. I waited, caressing his hair, along his back, small muscles, knotty vertebrae rising with his breaths. “C’mon, I have needs.” I encouraged him and he sat carefully, slowly; tight red skin of my rod hitting the farthest wall of his rectum. That required a deep breath, my head spun and I felt the pressure building – not so urgent yet there. “C’mon, Cy. I need you to love me.”

He crossed my arms over my chest and grabbed my forearms, squatted and began pulling himself up and lowering on my shaft as he held tightly. Smart boy. Then he stopped and moved around a little, “Can you feel that?”

He had my glans at his sigmoid colon, right at the bend. “Yes. Do you want me to fill you there?”

Still studying the sensations, “Yeah.” Dreamily.

Can’t say why, but being so deep inside him brought a softer, but full rush of need inside me. Grabbing him, I lay him over the side of the bed and plunged. Still too wet, but I had to get myself into that bend again and fill it. Pushing harshly, shoving like a machine I didn’t pull back but continued slamming deeper into him, listening to his grunts with every thrust.

Sparks in my groin, behind my balls and I climbed the peak toward release, more slowly this time and continued till I saw my sweat dripping on the boy’s back. He tried gripping me with his anus, not working as well as it had done before – I focused on my duty. Fill that tender turn with my seed and I relished the small ring of skin I kept feeling slip across the head of my shaft. I imagined it needing my cum.

Pumping harder and faster, I reached the top and felt the rushes come, tensed as I felt it happening, not so pressured this time, coursing my dick and into the place he needed me to fill. Tensed my hips, pushed his shoulders downward and felt my cum gushing back on my straining pole. Some had gone deeper, sperm seeking their place further inside Cy. Somewhere behind his navel by now.

Fell on top of him and shook several times with that release. Relief, satisfied relief.

When I was able to unstick myself from his back, I rolled off. He lay still, eyes closed. My dick dropped out. Had to inspect my work, shoved two fingers inside a very slippery hole, cum dripping, smelling like me, him; our needs filled. Grabbed the box of chocolates and found the champagne crème and bit half off, put it in his butt with my tongue, licked around his hole, then held his cleft shut.

“What?” He asked, eyes opened wide. He hadn’t expected that.

Gave him several swats and watched his face. Not pleased with me. Shoved the other half of the candy in his mouth. That seemed to calm him, “Better now?”

He nodded and reached around to his butt, rubbing my red hand prints.

* * *

Sipping on the soda, I let him get up when he was ready. “Wash me?”

Back to the bath, he let me clean him out. Chocolate made a mess but the sugar he’d absorbed seemed to revive his energy and he was smiling. Getting dressed, I packed what was left of dinner for him, found a bag and waited.

Slipping on his shoes, “How did you know my name?”

“What’s your name?”

“Simon. They call me Si. What’s yours?”

“Cyrus.”

“Why are you looking for someone named Cy?”

“Looking for the son I never had.”

“I’m looking for my dad, Simon Templeton.”