Chad, the Ideal Lad

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The lazy days of Summer end and everyone adjusts to a new routine of school, music lessons, and Sunday morning sex. Gwen asks Foster for another big favor.

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Gwen and I had agreed to wait until she called before sending her Muffin home in case she needed to sleep late. Neither of us said so, but the real reason was in case Roger needed time to leave.

So Chad and I had time for a refreshing shower. Then he happily lay on the living room floor watching cartoons on TV and casually jacking off, while I set out the clothes for both of us so we could dress quickly. I also packed up his backpack, taking care to muss up the pj's. I joined Chad in front of the TV. Thankfully, Gwen didn't call until nearly 11. (I happened to hear a car start up and drive off twenty minutes before, but I suppose it could have been the O'Malleys heading off to church.)

"Was Muffin a nuisance?"

"No way, Gwen. He behaved just the way I'd want him to. He's perfect."

"Well, I can't thank you enough. He can come home now."

I wanted to say, "Then the coast is clear?" but instead said, "We'll be right over." I hung up. "Come on, Barney, we have a delivery to make."

That afternoon, Barney and I had a lot to tell Phillip. I'm sure he was pleased, though probably a little jealous that he couldn't have been a part of it.

Labor Day came and with it the end of school vacation. Jerry went back to college. The association closed the pool for the season. My music students were getting back from their various camps and family trips, and a new routine of commitments replaced the easy-going pace of summer.

I stood with Gwen at the bus stop to see Chad off on his first day at the new school. I tried not to let her see my eye was watery. You know, masculine pride. Marines don't cry. All that nonsense. She came back to my condo for a cup of coffee.

"I've decided to buy a piano, Foster."

"An upright or a baby grand?"

"Well, I'd really like a concert grand, but I think I only have room for a baby."

"Let me help choose one. The new owner of my store is a decent guy. He won't screw you."

"Thanks, you're always so helpful."

"I have two conditions though."

"What are they?"

"First, Chad can't take lessons from anybody except me."

"Are you nuts? Of course, I wouldn't want to hire anyone else. What's the second condition."

"I get a ticket to his first concert at Carnegie Hall."

"Yeah right! I'd just be happy if can play a few simple songs. I'm going to enjoy getting back to playing also. Music always brought me comfort."

"Maybe you should sign up for lessons as well."

"Maybe I should. I know I'm a bit rusty."

"How are things going with Roger."

"We're both taking it slow. Neither of us wants to get burned. But I may need to ask you to watch Muffin again some time."

"He can spend a sleepover night any time you want. I loved having him. So did Barney."

"Uh, well,..."

"Well, what, Gwen?"

"Well, you know in October there's a long weekend for Columbus Day."

"There usually is."

"Well, Roger asked me to spend the weekend with him in the Poconos. Three nights."

"Don't say another word. Of course, I'll watch Chad! You go off with Roger and have a good time. It's important to get to really know each other."

"You really wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all."

"Three whole nights?"

"I'm just worried about my snoring keeping Chad awake. But then, Barney never complained."

"Oh, Foster, you're so funny. No wonder Muffin has so much fun when he visits with you."

I didn't see enough of Chad in September. Every afternoon, after school, I had music students and he had homework. Plus Gwen made sure he practiced the piano each day. On Saturday morning, I gave him his lesson, but instead of his coming over to my condo as both of us would have preferred, Gwen insisted I come to them so he could play the new Yamaha and she could get her lesson as well. The rest of the day, I had other students. Gwen and Chad always did things together on Saturday afternoon, shopping or playing or taking in a movie, and as the weeks went by Roger began to join them.

On Sundays, however, I could count on climbing out of my morning shower and finding a naked Chad in my living room, ostensibly to play with his pal Barney, but it was a time to play with his pal Foster as well.

Chad was now quite at home in my condo. (Well, actually he always was.) He never felt obligated to ask permission to do anything or take anything he wanted, which was fine with me. He knew where to get the Oreos when he wanted, pouring himself a glass of milk or Coke. He knew where to get the milk bones for Barney, who was now thoroughly spoiled, sitting on the couch, even lying on the bed. Chad also knew where to get the KY, which he'd hand me to indicate he wanted my finger shoved up his sweet asshole. He loved his finger fucks. He also greased up his fingers to fuck my hole. After using one finger for a while, he'd announce, "I'm gonna put two in now." I told him to go ahead. Then after maybe thirty seconds, "OK, you're ready for three fingers now." He was stopping at four fingers, but I knew the day would come when I'd have a skinny seven-year old fist up my ass. I knew the day would also come when he'd be ready for more than one of my fingers.

As for conversation, we talked about his teacher, his new friends, baseball and music, but mostly we also talked about all our plans for Columbus Day weekend.

After he went back home for lunch, Barney and I had plenty to tell Phillip on Sunday afternoons.

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