CHAPTER 00
PROLOGUE
WARNING: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention specific locations, places, or persons any resemblance to said people, locations, or places is completely unintentional.
Feel free to email me at ([email protected]). I respond to all of my readers.
This work is copyrighted © by Hunter Woods. No part of this story may be transmitted or reproduced in whole or in part in any form including mechanical, electronic, photocopying, and recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the express written consent of the author. For those of you who just blow this off and decide to steal anyway keep these thoughts below in mind:
“Intentionally using the quotes of others without author attribution is plagiarism and contributes to illiteracy.”
- Rain Bojangles
“Most plagiarists, like the drone, have neither taste to select, industry to acquire, nor skill to improve, but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared, from the hive.”
- Walter Colton
“Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.”
- Lady Marguerite Blessington, Countess of Blessington
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It is strange how life kind of catches up to you coming full circle, but it seems like this is exactly what has happened to me. Some people run from their past, others face it head on, while with others it just sort of slips by them, but in the end life has a way of bringing the past and the present back together.
Now as I sit here putting pen to paper so to speak my mind often wanders to the innocent times of days gone by while my past comes to grips with the turbulence of recent events. Glancing over to my bed the central core reasoning for this is lying fast asleep with most of the covers tossed over to the side, and just a small corner covering up his central nakedness. It’s a bit stuffy in the room and my heart melts as I take in the sweet countenance of my boy…my son…while he slumbers on my bed. I take a moment now, and make my way over to him looking down at the magnificent beauty of my sweet little angel. My heart aches while at the same time flutters with joy, a strange feeling indeed, but then again that’s just how life sort of seemed fit to treat me as of late.
Sitting next to the slight slumbering form I reach over and brush some of the hair out of my sweetness’ face. It’s a term of endearment he tolerates, but only because I use it in private. At eleven years old he’s already getting touchy about such displays of affection when others are around, but thank goodness he doesn’t mind so much when we are together in private. To be honest I think he kind of enjoys the affectionate displays like this, but as seems to be typical of most boys as they grow up they sort of can’t admit it; especially, not around their friends.
He stirs for a moment and seems to moan in his sleep as I gently stroke his cheeks comfortingly and whisper softly that all is well. He settles back down, his face and body seems to relax once more as my fingers wander lightly over his chest and stomach. He’s always enjoyed this little display of affection as well; especially, when I tuck him in at night, and it immediately sooths him back into a deep peaceful slumber. Goosebumps seem to form on his buttery smooth brown skin from my light tender loving contact. After caressing him for a few moments longer I finally get back up and grab the end of the blanket. With a flourishing snap of the wrist the lightweight blanket floats upwards briefly in the air and begins to settle down on the sleeping form of my little eleven year old son.
The nakedness of my slumbering sweet boy is briefly exposed to me as my eyes gaze upon his beauty in the way it was truly meant to be seen. Why is it that at around this age a boy’s body seems to be at the peek of perfection, just like those Greek statues of a bygone era? His soft petite and sleek one inch penis sticks upwards in the air, basically nothing but the shape of his knob really showing beneath his uncut foreskin since it was so small. To be honest at one inch his glans was the prominent feature that showed up in his softened state along with the tightly closed nub end of his foreskin. Even when he got an erection it only got to be about one and a half inches long, thin as a nail and just as hard, with the outline of his small sleek knob still being the most prominent feature. My eyes quickly shift to just below his smooth nail shaped spike settling on his fleshy soft brown colored small boy pouch that hangs loosely between his two sleek but very strong legs. The lean slender legs belie the hidden strength and muscles in his thighs and calves from hours and hours of practice he puts in every day in the sport of his choice. As the blanket settles over his body hiding his nakedness it still amazes me how beautiful he was. Now as a father I guess I have to say those sorts of things, but to be honest he really is a very attractive looking boy. I mean of course he is kind of small and all between his legs, but for some reason it just seems to fit him and adds to his charm.
Even though he is on the small side of things he never really was shy about his nudity. Friends and family have seen him running around completely naked, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the fact he is probably smaller between his legs than most other boys his age. To be honest at only eleven years old his size really didn’t mean all that much at the moment. Who knows how puberty will affect him, I kind of knew how it would from personal past experience, but he’s had loving people in his life who have sort of guided him along the way concerning his nudity and size. He was well adjusted because of that, and from what I can tell his size never seemed to have been an issue.
Lately he’s been battling demons in his sleep so has taken up to sleeping in bed with me. The last couple of days he had been waking up drenched in perspiration and urine in his own bed. It was almost as if his bladder just seemed to revert back to his younger days as a toddler emptying out in the middle of the night. This seemed to horrify him more than the bad dreams so without saying anything to one another we just sort of came to the mutual agreement that he would sack out with me for a while. I knew this was only a temporary situation, and that as the days pass he would once more be himself.
As I sit back down at my computer desk I try to gather together my thoughts as they seem to wander between the past, present, and everything in-between. I’ve been blessed in many ways over the years, and over time there have been many people, but especially boys in my life, who have influenced and contributed to this happiness. It is part of the reason why I am sitting down to write down my thoughts. I can’t help myself as my gaze seems to shift once more over to my recent introduction of pride and joy in this life, and I realize that without all those people in my life at one point or another I wouldn’t be so fortunate. I count my blessings every single day now as tears begin to trickle down my cheeks with the realization that my very reason for existence and being in this world these days is lying peacefully asleep a few feet away.
Who would have thought as I grew into adulthood that my life back then had just been simply slipping away? I had graduated with my Master’s Degree from Notre Dame when I was only twenty one years old. I had already been a year ahead in school when I began my studies so when the time came I had fast tracked my college education as well working putting in long hours to get it out of the way.
Then I began working straight out of college for a firm that dealt in business law. I was very good at my job, and it had consumed my every waking hour and then some. I was young with plenty of energy and stamina to put into my work, and it had been paying off big time. Because of this drive and determination I became a junior partner in the firm after working there for only a few years. I was only thirty two years old now, but I had managed to bring in most of the largest accounts that were the backbone of success and growth for our firm. I had a fantastic boss, Matt Middleton, who had mentored me from the very beginning. He had also made sure to partner me with the best management assistant, a fancy way of saying secretary, anyone could ask for, and Mary sure proved invaluable over the years. Yet, still without realizing it back then I was truly missing something important and special in my life.
Being gay didn’t seem to help matters any either in the social aspect of things for me in my life. I knew that someday I wanted a family, but I just wasn’t one of those people who were into the whole social scene with dating and all so had put things off while I focused on my work. I had accepted this part of my life long ago, both being gay and not socially outgoing with dating. The fact that I was gay didn’t in itself create problems for me in my life because to be honest I just didn’t make a big deal out of it. I wasn’t one of those people who felt the need for having to “come out” publicly about my sexual preference, nor did I feel the need to hide from it either.
Just like heterosexual people, I kept my private life just that, private. It was no ones business who I was or was not having sex with. You don’t see heterosexual guys feeling the need to discuss their sexual interludes with women, well, that is to say mature guys who are confident with who they are and where they are going in life. So why do some gay people feel as if they somehow are missing out on the ability to be open to others about their sexual relationships with men. For me, I’ve always felt that the sexual interaction between two people were a private matter, so it just baffles me why these gay activist groups feel the need to be so out there about it.
Don’t get me wrong, as a gay person I understand the whole political aspect of it all for homosexuals, but to be honest I feel that sometimes things just go too far in that realm of activity. In a person’s every day life there is no reason to bring ones orientation into play. It is no one’s business, plain and simple.
My mind seems to be wandering and rambling here again as I am getting off topic. I have a feeling this is going to be an issue as I try to put things to pen and paper. These days my thoughts seem to wander and grasp on to my past. As I write one chapter will focuses on both my past and present, the next one our present time, and the third my past before coming full circle to begin the process anew. In a way it is an attempt to incorporate pivotal moments in my youthful life to that of the present situation and some of my life span in-between from the past to the present. It appears to have begun happening more often once my life and focus started to shift. During certain fundamental moments of the more current events in my life the memories of my childhood just sort of seem to insert themselves into the moment. To be honest I had a wonderful and blessed childhood growing up, and perhaps it is the happiness of this that gives me hope of the future contentment and joy of my own son’s life.
Now as I take a deep breath I settle my mind to a time seemingly not all that long ago in the grand scheme of things. It is as good a place as any I suppose to begin our journey. It isn’t at the beginning or at the end, but somewhere sort of in-between. I suppose if I think on it hard enough this truly is closer towards the end of this current journey, but then again in life there truly isn’t an ending per se, just a crossing in the road forcing us to choose and forge a new direction in life once more. After all, life goes on in one shape or fashion, even after we are gone, so I guess there truly isn’t an ending. Yet, for our purposes let us just say that the story begins at a stage in time where life seems to be just passing me by, and I’m immersed up to my neck in the murky waters of my job.
“Dad,” I hear a familiar soft whisper as I now look over towards my bed noticing some movement. “Can we cuddle a little,” the soft voice of my son seems to plead with me.
I look up and turn off my computer so I can be with my sweet angel. This will take me several days to put together, but for now I think I will snuggle up to my little boy until he falls asleep. After all he asked for me, and I have a feeling there won’t be too many more years ahead of us where I will be able to snuggle up with him until he falls asleep.
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End of Chapter Zero Prologue
Comments are always welcome at ([email protected]). Please keep all comments clean. I enjoy friendly criticism and of course positive reviews or just plain simple correspondence, but will not tolerate any rudeness. If you enjoyed this story you might enjoy one of my other ones as well.
Feel free to email me at ([email protected]). I respond to all of my readers.
This work is copyrighted © by Hunter Woods. No part of this story may be transmitted or reproduced in whole or in part in any form including mechanical, electronic, photocopying, and recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the express written consent of the author. For those of you who just blow this off and decide to steal anyway keep these thoughts below in mind:
“Intentionally using the quotes of others without author attribution is plagiarism and contributes to illiteracy.”
- Rain Bojangles
“Most plagiarists, like the drone, have neither taste to select, industry to acquire, nor skill to improve, but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared, from the hive.”
- Walter Colton
“Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.”
- Lady Marguerite Blessington, Countess of Blessington
*************************************************************
It is strange how life kind of catches up to you coming full circle, but it seems like this is exactly what has happened to me. Some people run from their past, others face it head on, while with others it just sort of slips by them, but in the end life has a way of bringing the past and the present back together.
Now as I sit here putting pen to paper so to speak my mind often wanders to the innocent times of days gone by while my past comes to grips with the turbulence of recent events. Glancing over to my bed the central core reasoning for this is lying fast asleep with most of the covers tossed over to the side, and just a small corner covering up his central nakedness. It’s a bit stuffy in the room and my heart melts as I take in the sweet countenance of my boy…my son…while he slumbers on my bed. I take a moment now, and make my way over to him looking down at the magnificent beauty of my sweet little angel. My heart aches while at the same time flutters with joy, a strange feeling indeed, but then again that’s just how life sort of seemed fit to treat me as of late.
Sitting next to the slight slumbering form I reach over and brush some of the hair out of my sweetness’ face. It’s a term of endearment he tolerates, but only because I use it in private. At eleven years old he’s already getting touchy about such displays of affection when others are around, but thank goodness he doesn’t mind so much when we are together in private. To be honest I think he kind of enjoys the affectionate displays like this, but as seems to be typical of most boys as they grow up they sort of can’t admit it; especially, not around their friends.
He stirs for a moment and seems to moan in his sleep as I gently stroke his cheeks comfortingly and whisper softly that all is well. He settles back down, his face and body seems to relax once more as my fingers wander lightly over his chest and stomach. He’s always enjoyed this little display of affection as well; especially, when I tuck him in at night, and it immediately sooths him back into a deep peaceful slumber. Goosebumps seem to form on his buttery smooth brown skin from my light tender loving contact. After caressing him for a few moments longer I finally get back up and grab the end of the blanket. With a flourishing snap of the wrist the lightweight blanket floats upwards briefly in the air and begins to settle down on the sleeping form of my little eleven year old son.
The nakedness of my slumbering sweet boy is briefly exposed to me as my eyes gaze upon his beauty in the way it was truly meant to be seen. Why is it that at around this age a boy’s body seems to be at the peek of perfection, just like those Greek statues of a bygone era? His soft petite and sleek one inch penis sticks upwards in the air, basically nothing but the shape of his knob really showing beneath his uncut foreskin since it was so small. To be honest at one inch his glans was the prominent feature that showed up in his softened state along with the tightly closed nub end of his foreskin. Even when he got an erection it only got to be about one and a half inches long, thin as a nail and just as hard, with the outline of his small sleek knob still being the most prominent feature. My eyes quickly shift to just below his smooth nail shaped spike settling on his fleshy soft brown colored small boy pouch that hangs loosely between his two sleek but very strong legs. The lean slender legs belie the hidden strength and muscles in his thighs and calves from hours and hours of practice he puts in every day in the sport of his choice. As the blanket settles over his body hiding his nakedness it still amazes me how beautiful he was. Now as a father I guess I have to say those sorts of things, but to be honest he really is a very attractive looking boy. I mean of course he is kind of small and all between his legs, but for some reason it just seems to fit him and adds to his charm.
Even though he is on the small side of things he never really was shy about his nudity. Friends and family have seen him running around completely naked, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the fact he is probably smaller between his legs than most other boys his age. To be honest at only eleven years old his size really didn’t mean all that much at the moment. Who knows how puberty will affect him, I kind of knew how it would from personal past experience, but he’s had loving people in his life who have sort of guided him along the way concerning his nudity and size. He was well adjusted because of that, and from what I can tell his size never seemed to have been an issue.
Lately he’s been battling demons in his sleep so has taken up to sleeping in bed with me. The last couple of days he had been waking up drenched in perspiration and urine in his own bed. It was almost as if his bladder just seemed to revert back to his younger days as a toddler emptying out in the middle of the night. This seemed to horrify him more than the bad dreams so without saying anything to one another we just sort of came to the mutual agreement that he would sack out with me for a while. I knew this was only a temporary situation, and that as the days pass he would once more be himself.
As I sit back down at my computer desk I try to gather together my thoughts as they seem to wander between the past, present, and everything in-between. I’ve been blessed in many ways over the years, and over time there have been many people, but especially boys in my life, who have influenced and contributed to this happiness. It is part of the reason why I am sitting down to write down my thoughts. I can’t help myself as my gaze seems to shift once more over to my recent introduction of pride and joy in this life, and I realize that without all those people in my life at one point or another I wouldn’t be so fortunate. I count my blessings every single day now as tears begin to trickle down my cheeks with the realization that my very reason for existence and being in this world these days is lying peacefully asleep a few feet away.
Who would have thought as I grew into adulthood that my life back then had just been simply slipping away? I had graduated with my Master’s Degree from Notre Dame when I was only twenty one years old. I had already been a year ahead in school when I began my studies so when the time came I had fast tracked my college education as well working putting in long hours to get it out of the way.
Then I began working straight out of college for a firm that dealt in business law. I was very good at my job, and it had consumed my every waking hour and then some. I was young with plenty of energy and stamina to put into my work, and it had been paying off big time. Because of this drive and determination I became a junior partner in the firm after working there for only a few years. I was only thirty two years old now, but I had managed to bring in most of the largest accounts that were the backbone of success and growth for our firm. I had a fantastic boss, Matt Middleton, who had mentored me from the very beginning. He had also made sure to partner me with the best management assistant, a fancy way of saying secretary, anyone could ask for, and Mary sure proved invaluable over the years. Yet, still without realizing it back then I was truly missing something important and special in my life.
Being gay didn’t seem to help matters any either in the social aspect of things for me in my life. I knew that someday I wanted a family, but I just wasn’t one of those people who were into the whole social scene with dating and all so had put things off while I focused on my work. I had accepted this part of my life long ago, both being gay and not socially outgoing with dating. The fact that I was gay didn’t in itself create problems for me in my life because to be honest I just didn’t make a big deal out of it. I wasn’t one of those people who felt the need for having to “come out” publicly about my sexual preference, nor did I feel the need to hide from it either.
Just like heterosexual people, I kept my private life just that, private. It was no ones business who I was or was not having sex with. You don’t see heterosexual guys feeling the need to discuss their sexual interludes with women, well, that is to say mature guys who are confident with who they are and where they are going in life. So why do some gay people feel as if they somehow are missing out on the ability to be open to others about their sexual relationships with men. For me, I’ve always felt that the sexual interaction between two people were a private matter, so it just baffles me why these gay activist groups feel the need to be so out there about it.
Don’t get me wrong, as a gay person I understand the whole political aspect of it all for homosexuals, but to be honest I feel that sometimes things just go too far in that realm of activity. In a person’s every day life there is no reason to bring ones orientation into play. It is no one’s business, plain and simple.
My mind seems to be wandering and rambling here again as I am getting off topic. I have a feeling this is going to be an issue as I try to put things to pen and paper. These days my thoughts seem to wander and grasp on to my past. As I write one chapter will focuses on both my past and present, the next one our present time, and the third my past before coming full circle to begin the process anew. In a way it is an attempt to incorporate pivotal moments in my youthful life to that of the present situation and some of my life span in-between from the past to the present. It appears to have begun happening more often once my life and focus started to shift. During certain fundamental moments of the more current events in my life the memories of my childhood just sort of seem to insert themselves into the moment. To be honest I had a wonderful and blessed childhood growing up, and perhaps it is the happiness of this that gives me hope of the future contentment and joy of my own son’s life.
Now as I take a deep breath I settle my mind to a time seemingly not all that long ago in the grand scheme of things. It is as good a place as any I suppose to begin our journey. It isn’t at the beginning or at the end, but somewhere sort of in-between. I suppose if I think on it hard enough this truly is closer towards the end of this current journey, but then again in life there truly isn’t an ending per se, just a crossing in the road forcing us to choose and forge a new direction in life once more. After all, life goes on in one shape or fashion, even after we are gone, so I guess there truly isn’t an ending. Yet, for our purposes let us just say that the story begins at a stage in time where life seems to be just passing me by, and I’m immersed up to my neck in the murky waters of my job.
“Dad,” I hear a familiar soft whisper as I now look over towards my bed noticing some movement. “Can we cuddle a little,” the soft voice of my son seems to plead with me.
I look up and turn off my computer so I can be with my sweet angel. This will take me several days to put together, but for now I think I will snuggle up to my little boy until he falls asleep. After all he asked for me, and I have a feeling there won’t be too many more years ahead of us where I will be able to snuggle up with him until he falls asleep.
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End of Chapter Zero Prologue
Comments are always welcome at ([email protected]). Please keep all comments clean. I enjoy friendly criticism and of course positive reviews or just plain simple correspondence, but will not tolerate any rudeness. If you enjoyed this story you might enjoy one of my other ones as well.