Seizing the Moment

“I know this was the night that Ted was going to make love to you. I know that you’d agreed to let Ted fuck you.”

“Oh, God,” Daren cried out with a sob. And it was just as if he were a balloon that had been popped. He just collapsed, spent, against me, held firmly in my lap. I took advantage of his collapse to move a hand down to cup his basket. I had my chin on his shoulder and was making soothing clucking sounds in his ear. He was like a thoroughbred race horse I was working to break, all atremble and ready to break away from me at a moment’s notice, but calming, losing his will to fight me.

“Oh, God, oh, God,” he was sobbing.

“I know how hard this decision was in coming, Daren,” I whispered. “I know how keyed up you were this evening in anticipation of something you’ve thought about long and hard. Ted’s not able to be here, though. And he won’t be here for several months to come. It will be months before he can come to you. Don’t lose the moment. I can be your Ted. Let me be your Ted.”