CHAPTER 01
MY LIFE
THE PAST AND PRESENT
BOYS AND MASTURBATION
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Rolling over on to my side I reached over and smacked the button shutting off the alarm clock before it even began to buzz at me. I always managed to get up before it went off because to be honest I hated that thing. It was only four in the morning still early over here, but I had some phone calls to make overseas, and there was a ten hour difference in time. I was working with this current project on my own time, not wanting the firm to get involved yet. As a junior partner I had a bit of flexibility, and this would be a major account for our firm if I managed to somehow swing it. Since it wasn’t an official project I had kept it under wraps for now until I got a better handle on things. It was coming along rather nicely and I seemed to have hit it off with the CEO of this technology firm overseas who had facilities here in the states that needed our kind of services.
I’ve never taken time off for a proper vacation since starting work there so my boss, the most senior member of the firm had finally put his foot down forcing the issue. I was trying to get most of the major accounts squared away before I left knowing that Mary would be able to handle any of the typical minor issues that cropped up while I was gone. The technology firm was really one of my last hurdles so I had decided to get on the ball with it this morning.
I’m an early riser anyway, always arriving at work around six in the morning without all the distractions from people as they began to show up beginning around eight in the morning. Those were usually the secretaries and other staff members getting the office fired up for the big wigs who started trickling in around nine in the morning. I found that getting to the office early I could go through all of the certified letters that had come in late the previous day giving them my full attention. Most of the time the certified mail we got in for the day were legal documents and very crucial, so I always made sure to have this time first thing in the morning in order to pick and choose the ones I needed to focus on the most. This day would be no different from any other, but I did get up a little earlier today because I had to make those phone calls before heading in to work. Throwing off my covers, I got up, rubbed away the sleep from my eyes, and stretched a little as my eyes wandered around my bedroom. I was proud of my home even though it had taken a bit of doing to find the right space for me.
My place wasn’t the typical type of condo or anything. Living in Phoenix I didn’t want to be confined to a high rise in the middle of downtown or the normal housing situations you typically find in a city. I also didn’t want to live in a suburb where all the houses looked the same, not to mention the issue of commuting to work. When I got hired I initially lived in a fairly cramped apartment, but I made good money and had set out to find a suitable place. After about a year of searching I was just about to give up and just accept the fact that I would probably be stuck in either one of those buildings with the so called fancy condo’s units, or in the very suburbs that had all of those houses that looked the same creating a nightmare for me with having to commute every day in traffic. Then Mary, bless her heart, suggested an alternative that was intriguing.
At first I thought the idea a bit strange, but she had already proven herself as being very capable so I decided to take a look at some of her suggestions. She handed me a few addresses, but suggested one just on the outskirts of the city. It was in an old warehouse district, but located just on the edge with a nice sort of family neighborhood nearby. The locality was in a poorer section of town, but clean and family oriented so Mary had felt it might just be the spot for me. I took one look at the place and I immediately fell in love with it not even bothering with the other addresses she had provided me.
Instead of getting stuck in a typical condo unit, I ended up purchasing a flat in an old warehouse building that sat on a hill. It was a four story building with the bottom floor converted into a paid parking area for some of the industries in the area, and the other three floors used primarily as a storage space for most of those companies. The flat, which was the only one of its kind, was sort of on the backside of the warehouse with its own separate entranceway. I could access it either through the garage, where I had my own personal parking space with an elevator leading up to my flat on the second floor, or by a secured locked side gate on the far edge of the building with stairs leading up from the outside.
When I bought the space it was just pretty much just that, a large open space both on the outside and inside. The outside space was really large and it stretched out all along one side on the top flat open part of the enclosed parking garage below. It was all cement, so got pretty warm up there, but the view was to die for. As you gazed out over the arid expanse you would never know that on the opposite side of the building was the hustle and bustle of a city because the warehouse structure blocked that portion of the view. In a way, it was a small slice of a peaceful haven in an otherwise busy area.
Crossing the big open space, and butted up on the back side of the main building was an enclosed structure about twenty eight hundred square feet, more than big enough for my needs. Most people would just sort of shake their head at the isolated and difficult to get to space for storage that was actually for sale and not lease or rent. I on the other hand saw a lot of potential for the storage space to be converted into a home here so bought it. I called in a contractor and we got to work on converting the place into a livable condo unit with a fantastic view of the vast desert wilderness off in the distance. Not only was the view of the arid landscape spectacular, but at sunset or sunrise the entire sky would turn these bright warm colors creating a soft glowing effect. It was breathtaking to say the least.
By the time we finished I had converted the outside space into a utopia garden with shading to ward off the extreme heat along with a decent sized pool, hot tub, and an air conditioned change room. There was even a small entertainment area with a small bar and BBQ grill. With all the plants and enough shading it ended up being a nice place to sit down in the evening hours to enjoy the view or go for a nice little swim.
The back part of the warehouse building had no windows so I also didn’t have to worry about anyone looking in on me or my guest. Since we were also butted up against a strip of protected land we never would have to worry about anyone building there and obstructing our view. It truly was in a private location and completely blocked off from any prying eyes. There have been plenty of evenings when I got home from work and cooled off in the pool taking a dip completely naked, or on cooler evenings lounged in the hot tub. It was very liberating, and helped ease my tension from the stresses of my job.
On the inside of the closed off structure I wanted to keep that open feeling to the space, so instead of erecting walls and cordoning off areas into sections I opted to keep the main area completely open in a flowing kind of way. The only space that was closed off was my master bedroom with a large walk-in closet and an equally large master bathroom. I had also closed off a second nice sized bedroom for guests along with a very large guest bathroom that doubled as my utility room with a washer and dryer. The living room, kitchen, entertainment room, and exercise area were all left completely open and without any walls. The high vaulted ceilings finished off the airy kind of feel to the space. As you walked inside it looked way bigger than it really was, but also felt very welcoming and homey with personal touches that made a place seem like a home and lived in. Even the steel columns that were there to offer support throughout the space added to the uniqueness of the living quarters. We had taken painstaking care to incorporate our overall blueprint with having these columns add to the design of the space.
After taking a quick shower it took me an hour or so to finish up with my phone calls, and as I looked at my clock I noticed that I was running a little late. I had missed the bus that went into the main part of Phoenix stopping just outside the forty story Chase skyscraper where my firm’s office was located. There was another bus coming along here in a few minutes that stopped a block away from my office, so I grabbed my suitcase and closed the door behind me opting to take the stairs down the side of the building since it was closer to the bus stop. For me it was more convenient to take the bus instead of my car, and a lot less headaches of having to try fighting the traffic.
Stepping outside it was already getting warm. It was the end of May, and the temperatures were getting into the seventies and even eighties. I stopped for a moment surveying my outdoor utopia and sighed sadly at the state it was in. We had installed sprinkler system with timers and sensors so everything was growing just fine, but it just seemed so wild, overgrown, and unkempt. The small trees and bushes needed to be pruned; some of the plants moved into a better spot, and basically just a complete overhaul. It was a lot of work to be sure, and in need of someone who had the time and knowledge to complete the tasks. Over the past several months I’ve been taking care of it myself for the most part because the guy who I had hired to take care of my garden and pool for all these years keeping everything in tip top shape had suddenly died about six months ago.
He had been almost like family in many ways, and lived close by in the neighborhood so had looked after the garden patio for me. He was a landscape gardener by trade with his own small business, but he mainly dealt with taking care of major projects downtown. He only took care of my garden because he lived just around the corner from me. Over the years I had come to know his family very well and even allowed them to use my outside garden for special events like birthday parties for his kids. Even his wife’s sister had been married up here in the garden. The kids always looked forward to the parties because I allowed them to use the pool not worried in the least with how messy things got. The family was Hispanic, but the nicest down to earth kind of people and always helped to clean everything up afterwards.
Some people had issues with them because they were Hispanic, but both Miguel and his wife Elena each had green cards so were working in this country legally, and their kids were born here making them U.S. citizens. So personally I had no problems with them. In my profession I had to make sure things were legal and had checked Miguel’s credentials out as a matter of course. Of course I had informed him of this from the beginning letting him know it wasn’t personal, but explaining to him about my profession and how it would affect me if I hired someone that wasn’t here legally. He had assured me everything was in order, and that he had no issues with me doing a background check to confirm it.
To be truthful I think he appreciated me being so upfront and honest with him. After he had checked out I hired him immediately paying him what his going rate was at the time. A few weeks after he started working on the garden I amended our contract because he was doing such a great job, and way more than I had initially asked of him. It shocked Miguel that I would do this so soon, but I told him that for the amount of work he was doing around my place I was only giving him an honest wage. From that time forward we had hit it off and soon thereafter his family had become very close friends.
From time to time he came to me with legal issues regarding his work because there were some firms out there who had issues with him being Hispanic, so I helped him out when I could. It just amazed me how people can be such jerks towards someone who is different. I never had issues with Hispanics in general, so it just baffled me to see this happening in this day and age. As far as I was concerned as long as not laws were being broken it was all good.
Besides, as a child I recalled vividly that there was a family very close to ours who were Hispanic as well. For that matter if it hadn’t been for their grandmother giving me my nickname when I was a little boy that had stuck over the years, I’m sure I would have been teased and bullied to no end by school kids. I had been very young and the sweet elderly matriarch in her thick accent had just picked me up and crooned all over me hugging and showering me with kisses repeatedly saying ‘poco Chico dulce y pequeño Chico.’ In Spanish the name Chico means boy or lad, and she had been saying ‘little Chico my sweet little Chico,’ which had stuck from that point forward. My parents had thought the nickname cute, and soon after even my older brother was calling me Chico, so it had just sort of became what everyone called me. It was only as an adult that I had reverted back to my first name, well a shortened version of it. So I had learned at an early age to respect different people and cultures so didn’t hold those kinds of prejudices in my life like others.
When Miguel had passed away it was so sad because the entire family fell on to hard times. He had been the main breadwinner of the very large family making decent money for them to live comfortably. I helped out where I could with their legal issues concerning the business and estate, but there was only so much I could do for them. Some of the uncles had taken over the business of course, but it was Miguel who had the special touch and these days the small business was suffering. It seemed as if now the entire family worked hard at other jobs trying to make ends meet, but it was still difficult for them.
Shaking my head at the plight of my garden I walked across to the other side and made my way down the stairs. Rounding the corner of the building I stopped dead in my tracks nearly jumping out of my skin in fright. This part of the building was cordoned off with a locked gate that only I had access to, but I had nearly run into a couple of guys unexpectedly as I rounded the building. What I saw turned my initial fright into complete shock as all of a sudden the older guy spotted me at about the same time I spotted him after rounding the corner.
The older teenager, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, was just finishing tucking away his damp drooping pale limp noodle and hairy wrinkled small shriveled up ball sack back into shorts. His cock didn’t seem all that big on him sort of hidden in the folds of his fat, but I guess it was probably pretty big for the little kid that was kneeling down in front of him. The smaller boy was a pre-teen around eleven or twelve years old, and looked like he was gagging or something trying to spit away something foul tasting in his mouth. It didn’t take much imagination to know what was going on here, and it sort of made me feel bad for the smaller boy because the older kid was fat and butt ugly to boot. It almost made me want to puke thinking what his load must taste like.
As soon as the older kid saw me he yelped in surprise and literally slammed into the younger boy knocking him down on to the ground as he took off through the gated door while at the same time trying to pull his shorts over his fat nasty hairy ass. I heard the smaller kid cry out in pain as the hefty sized older kid’s knee connected with the younger boy’s face in his haste to get away. I yelled out at the creep, but he just kept lumbering away looking as if he was gasping for air in his haste. Something about him seemed familiar, and I got the distinct feeling I knew him as one of the local high school kids who played on the football team. It was late May now making it almost like six months ago since I’d been to one of the football games from the local high school so I wasn’t completely sure, but still I’d lay a bet on it. Most of the kids were out of school now, but it was really early in the morning making me wonder why these two were up and about at this time of day, even if they were doing what I think they were doing.
If memory served me correctly the older lard ass was a lumbering huge offensive lineman for the football team. From that brief moment when the older boy’s shorts were still down around his thighs he appeared to be all hairy and nasty looking. Not just his pubic mound, but his entire body. He was a heavy set kid to boot, more flabby than muscular, but being a large brutish kid about six feet tall and weighing in at three hundred fifty to three hundred seventy five pounds, he ended up being a starter on the football team just because of his sheer size.
As a private contributor to the local school program I had gone a few times to some of the games. The fat slob stood out among the other players because of his bulky size, but the kid had no athletic ability what so ever. He was clumsy and pretty much a big oaf, but because he tended to be bigger than the other kids on the opposing team he would lumber forward creating a hole for the running backs or just sort of became a wall obstructing others from getting to the quarter back when they threw the football. Like I said he was a big oaf at best, but so much bigger than the other kids to make a difference on the field.
The smaller boy was scrambling around now, and I saw him snatch something up off the ground as he staggered to his feet with his back turned towards me. The boy looked sleek and fit, his physique looking kind of sexy for a boy his age. I never really saw his face, but something seemed familiar about him as he started to bolt for the gate.
“Stop…Arturo wait,” I shouted not expecting him to listen, but for some reason he did, and I guess it was because his parents taught him to be respectful of adults, a rare thing indeed with most young kids these days.
Over the years I recalled several times where Arturo would get into trouble and his parents lecturing him that he must live up to his name, which means noble and courageous. He was their youngest child of four and only son, so they expected more out of him since he was the only other man of the house.
Making my way over to the young boy I could see his shoulders slumping forward as he slowly turned around to face me. He looked to be a little under five feet tall and about eighty five or ninety pounds. He had on a pair of cutoff jeans that looked old and worn, not to mention a bit tight on him showing off a decent sized lump for a boy his age. His blue jersey also looked a bit worn but clean. It indicated to me that he was from a family that didn’t have a lot of money, but still cared enough to provide clean clothing for their kids. There was blood trickling from the corner of his lip where the older boy had kneed him in his haste to get away.
Sighing at Arturo’s disheveled state I reached out and lifted his chin to get a better look at the damage. “Come on up with me Arty so we can take care of your lip. It’s bleeding quite a bit so let’s see if we can get it to stop.” I told him turning and heading back towards my house without waiting to see if he would follow me up.
The boy seemed to hesitate a moment before I heard him shuffling his feet chasing after me. Unlocking my door I stepped back into the coolness of my place motioning for Arturo to take a seat on the barstool at the kitchen counter. Compared to outside the house was cooler, but I always kept it set around seventy four degrees. Since it got so hot outside I discovered a long time ago having the temperature set a bit higher inside the house seemed to be more comfortable overall. I think it had to do with the fact that it wasn’t so shocking to our bodies walking back and forth between the outside and inside where the temperature range is so dramatic. This way it was still cooler inside the house, but didn’t seem like it was freezing.
I heard Arturo sigh, but he did as told sitting down on the tall stool. He was swinging his legs back and forth making that nice bulge of his squish around in his tight shorts, and I noticed he had taken off his shoes. ‘Polite to the end’ I thought to myself as I smiled inwardly at his well behaved manner and how cute he had become this past year.
I grabbed a couple of towels putting ice in one and getting the other one wet before I made my way over to the twelve year old boy. Now that I knew who the boy was I also knew the kid’s age. He looked really nervous so I smiled warmly at him and began to wipe away the blood from his lip.
“You’ve gone and grown up on me.” I spoke softly to him trying to get the conversation going as I sighed shaking my head. “I should have come and visited with you guys like I used to, but it just seems these days I’ve been so busy. It broke my heart when your father died Arty.” I told him honestly as he just looked down at his feet and nodded his head.
My heart broke seeing twelve year old boy this sad, and I winced knowing that I had opened up wounds that weren’t physical, but rather buried inside of him. A sort of odd silence fell between the two of us while I wiped away the blood from his lips before putting the towel with the wrapped up ice against his lip seeing him wince for a second.
“So, what was that all about, and how did you guys manage to get inside my locked gate?” I asked him as he seemed to look away in shame not answering my question. “I see…um…I guess the gate has been acting up lately so I’ll have to pay for a locksmith to come in and have a look.” I told him honestly noting that lately the gate really didn’t latch shut at times.
There has been a time or two where I’ve come home to see the gate sitting ajar. I did know the gate had a spring on it that pulls it closed and it automatically locks, but for some reason sometimes it just bounces back open before the locking mechanism has a chance to engage.
“N…no please don’t spend your money on something that isn’t broken?” I heard the small boy state barely above a whisper as I gazed at him intently.
He was still looking downwards, but I could tell he was blushing feeling ashamed about something. “Arty, it’s alright…really.” I tried to comfort him as I gently lifted up his chin so he would look at me.
My breath caught in my chest having forgotten just how mesmerizing his eyes could become. His gaze settled on my brown sympathetic eyes as wetness seemed to pool around the edges of his sparkling emerald like gaze. He had such an intense stare that seemed piercing in his darker features when he looked at you. He was a very handsome boy with jet black hair, dark eyebrows, and an oval shaped face that was almost more round than long. With his full pouty like lips, small button like nose with nostrils that flared out a little, I had to admit that he was growing into a fine looking young kid. I had no doubts that soon enough there would be plenty of skirts chasing after him, if they weren’t doing so already.
Reaching into his pocket I noticed him pulling out a set of keys while something else seemed to fall out at the same time. Bending over I picked up a crumpled up twenty dollar bill realizing this is what he must have picked up off the ground and shoved into his pocket earlier. Looking at the young boy I noticed him turning several shades of red as I held it out to him, and with a shaking hand he accepted the money tucking it back into his pocket.
“P…please don’t be mad at me.” He sniffled handing me the set of keys. “I…I thought you were already gone for work, and it was the only place…,” he trailed off as I filled in the rest of the blanks.
He had been looking for somewhere private to go with the older kid, but for the life of me I still couldn’t figure out why he would want to do something like this with that nasty ass brutish kid. Then it dawned on me as I just looked at Arturo making him flinch when he realized I had pieced together the puzzle.
“Arty…oh Arty…I’m so sorry.” I whispered softly to him as the tears just sort of started to tumble out of his eyes.
Just the idea of him giving someone a blowjob for money made me want to gag. For the life of me I couldn’t understand what would make him so desperate to do something like that in the first place. A boy his age shouldn’t even be with another older boy like that, but rather learning about himself sexually with other kids around his own age.
Reaching out towards him I started to caress his shoulders sympathetically. He flinched at my touch making me wince at his rebuff. He seemed startled and looked at me apologetically making me realize his rejection hadn’t been intentional.
“Arty I just don’t understand why…I mean did you even enjoy it…is it something you wanted to do or were curious about?” I asked him not knowing how to talk to him about this as he just gazed towards me.
His look of ‘how can you even ask that, told me all I needed to know as I just sighed sadly at him. “Y…you won’t say anything to my mom…please Mr. Will. It would just break her heart…and…and it’s kind of embarrassing.” He pleaded with me using the compromise with my name we had come up with many years back as I sat down next to him.
“No Arturo I promise not to say anything, but I just don’t understand. I mean why?” I asked him as he tried to wipe away the tears of shame from his face.
“I…we…it’s just been so hard lately…you know with papa passing away…and the money to pay for our home. It is just too much for my mom. Even my older sisters are working and helping out, but we never seem to be able to catch up. I…I just wanted to help out somehow…and…and this just sort of happened is all.” He told me sincerely as I nodded my head.
“I see…but Arty you have to know this isn’t the way. I mean how long have you been doing this?” I asked him seemingly shocking the boy with my question.
“W…what…I mean never…except…um…you know…just now.” He admitted to me as I nodded my head and sighed in relief that at least this wasn’t a regular type of thing and for all practical purposes hopefully a one time deal.
“That’s good then because I want you to promise me no matter what you won’t do something like that again.” I told him as he just sort of gazed at me with a torn kind of look making me wonder what was so difficult about this kind of promise.
“Never…I mean even with…um…you know…someone I like?” He questioned me seriously catching me off guard with such an innocent reply regarding the whole sex thing as I noticed him reaching down to adjust his good sized lump in his shorts.
It had just been a subconscious grope on his part, something typical of kids that hit a certain age, but it made me realize just how much he’s grown and matured in just a short few months. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes just continued to stare at his crotch for a second or two while I tried to recall the last time I had seen him naked.
I’ve watched him grow up over the years, and have seen him naked from time to time. Since his family’s been over to my place on numerous occasions letting the kids swim in the pool and have parties, there’s just been those times when I’ve seen the kids naked. The last time I saw Arturo completely naked was at his sister’s birthday party. He was eleven at the time and it must have been about eight or nine months ago, a few months before his father passed away.
As always the kids were there with their friends having the birthday party. Arty was wearing a pair of white cotton shorts to swim in and once they got wet there was little left to the imagination of what he had between his legs. You could clearly see the outline and skin coloration of his soft sleek two inch penis, and a small tight little boy pouch. He swam around all day like that never even bothered by it, and to be honest no one even cared. After all he was still just a little kid, and it was obvious he hadn’t started puberty yet.
Towards the end of the day his dad and I were sitting and chatting by the bar when he came over with his change of clothes. His sisters had headed with their mom and aunts to the change rooms, so he came straight towards us. As we chatted Arturo’s father helped him get changed. In years past they would just pull off his swim trunks, dry him off, and get him dressed without worrying about who saw him.
That seemed to have changed this time around as Arty held the towel around his waist, but open in the front so his dad could help get him changed. Basically it hid his nudity from everyone around him except for his father, and of course me who was sitting right next to his dad. I guess at eleven things were slowly starting to change for him. Sure he had those flimsy shorts on that didn’t hide all that much when he was swimming around and goofing off with everyone, but to be stripped completely naked in front of others now that he was eleven was a completely different matter. It didn’t seem to bother him though that I was sitting there and could see him getting stripped butt naked.
As his dad pulled down his shorts my suspicions were confirmed. He still had that small little boy penis and pouch typical of most eleven year old boys. Not much had changed on him over the last few years as I gazed at his nice sleek darkly tanned body, and I knew that wouldn’t change until he began puberty. He was uncut, which had always made me curious over the years because until him I had never seen another boy who still was intact. I know it sounds strange, and I’ve even lived in many different places over the years, but still I had never seen an uncut penis until Arturo. I might have when I was younger, but back then those sorts of things just weren’t on my mind so I just couldn’t recall ever seeing another boy with foreskin.
His penis looked to be about two inches long, maybe longer, but it was difficult to tell because of that tight pucker of skin protruding about a quarter of an inch or more past his knob, not to mention I’m sure the cold water kept it kind of skin tight on him. I always wanted to have a closer look; especially, at that piece of membrane that was tightly pinched together at the tip end of his penis. It had always made me wonder how and if his knob could slip past such a small opening, but he was still a little boy and I never crossed that inappropriate line with him. He was like family to me and I’d never want to hurt him by doing something that was improper.
As Miguel dried off his son I continued to watch, well more like drool over Arty’s sexy little body, as his sleek little two inch soft penis sort of waggled around in front of him. Just below that was his small tight pouch that hugged his body tightly with two distinct shades of brown, one a dark shade towards the middle, and the other a lighter pinkish brown coloration around the outer edges, effectively separating the contour of his fleshy boy bits. I could also just make out two small hazelnut sized rounded outlines of his testicles.
Arturo glanced over towards me noticing how I was just staring at his privates, but didn’t say anything. Instead, all of a sudden his penis began to get bigger and elongated into a full blown little boy erection. His cheeks became flushed turning red as he got a bit self conscious for a brief moment when he realized what was happening, but I smiled at him, winked, and shrugged my shoulders in a way that let him know things just happen. He smiled back at me seemingly no longer uncomfortable by the situation since I hadn’t said anything about it to embarrass him further.
Miguel never seemed to be bothered by it either, as he just took the end of the towel, and then rubbed it over his son’s petite rigid erection and soft little boy testicles making sure he was completely dry. However, I did notice Arty closing his eyes and quivering for a split second while sort of shoving his hips outwards as if he enjoyed the feeling of this type of contact. Of course there was nothing sexual about the situation, but still he was a boy and the unavoidable plain simple truth of the matter was that having someone else mess with his privates just felt good.
It was the first time I had ever seen Arturo with an erection, and for his age he didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about size wise as my own little soldier hidden safely within the confines of my shorts began to twitch with excitement. It was the first time I’ve had that sort of reaction towards Arturo, but it didn’t worry me because I’d never do anything to harm him in that fashion. I guess in a way it was the first time I viewed Arturo that confirmed him as a sexual being.
Continuing to stare at Arturo’s nakedness I noticed his hard penis never really thickened up all that much remaining kind of on the thin side, but it did elongate topping out at about three inches in length. I could see the thick blue veins along one side of his shaft as his foreskin was stretched tightly around his tube. His erection looked extremely hard reminding me of days gone by, and I could distinctly see the outline of his little acorn sized boy knob as the ridge and then smooth shaped cone pressed up against the tightness of his stretched skin. To me it just seemed that little boys always tended to have the hardest erections. As I continued to stare at his rigid tube, which now seemed to twitch a couple of times because of his father’s administrations, I began to wonder if he jacked off yet or not. These days Kids seemed to know so much more about the whole sex thing at a younger and younger age.
Shaking the cobwebs out of my mind I came back to the moment still staring down at Arturo’s bulge pressing up against his tight fitting jean shorts, which at the moment seemed to twitch making me think he might be getting hard. Ripping my gaze away from that sexy little bulge, I looked back up into the twelve year old boy’s eyes who gazed back at me intently still waiting for an answer to his question. I couldn’t help myself as I began to bust a gut because to be honest his reply really was just so sweet and innocent. Before long he was chuckling too wondering what was so funny, but not able to help himself because I was laughing so hard.
Standing up off the stool, I reached over and yanked Arturo to his feet pulling him towards me giving the smaller boy a warm tender hug. He stiffened up at first, but then immediately relaxed. It wasn’t as if he’s never gotten a hug from me, and in a way I was almost like an uncle to him so he just gave in and returned my hug with heartfelt warmth.
There was a kind of musky smell about him that made me quiver excitedly. It just served to remind me that he truly had matured a lot over the last nine months. He was bigger and seemed stronger. His body mass seemed to have filled out as well, not to mention I could feel his bulge pressing up against my thigh. If I didn’t know any better I could swear he was pushing his groin into me, and I thought I could detect a bit of a hardness in the area making me wonder again if he had popped a woody. It wouldn’t surprise me since it was obvious he was going through puberty at this point, and things like that just tended to happen more often than not.
We pulled apart a little, but my left arm remained around his back as I ruffled his hair affectionately with my other hand. “No Arturo, if you find someone you are interested in…you know…in that way…and if that person wants to as well…then by all means go for it. I just hope that maybe the two of you will be around the same age. You really shouldn’t do stuff with someone who is way older than you.” I told him seriously seeing him blush again and nod his head.
“Thanks Mr. Will,” he whispered as I motioned for him to take a seat again.
“Here, why don’t you just hang on to the keys. Besides, I’ve got a big favor to ask of you.” I told him as he just looked at the set of keys I handed back over to him, and then shoved them back into his front pocket before looking back at me questioningly.
“Um…sure…what do you need?” He asked me.
“Well, I think you noticed the condition my poor garden is in as of late. I know you often worked with your dad in the garden so I was wondering if you might be interested in getting it cleaned up again. I know it is a lot of work, and if you do tackle the project the only condition would be not to use any power tools. I know this makes it more work for you, but I don’t want you using those kinds of tools when I’m not around.” I told him as he seemed to light up.
“Yes, of course. I’ve always loved your garden and would love to work on it for you.” He immediately answered me making me smile.
“Good,” I stated as I looked at my watch. I had missed another bus, but if I hustled I could make it in time for the next one. “Come-on Arty. I’ve got to catch this next bus.” I told him as I headed out the door. “I think you already know the tools are in the shed over there. You can work on the garden whenever you have time. There’s plenty of water and juice in the refrigerator behind the bar, but no alcohol for you.” I teased him as he nodded his head and giggled. “Good…when you are here alone keep the gate closed and don’t have other kids over while you are here alone. No partying with other kids.” I emphasized while he nodded his head knowingly. “If you want to take a swim in the pool that is perfectly fine, and of course if your sisters or mom want to come over to use the pool that is fine as well. I just don’t want you here alone with other kids unless they are your sisters. If your mom is here you can have friends over. Fair enough?” I asked him as he nodded his head.
Arriving at the office thirty minutes later than usual I sat down and fired up my computer. It was still quiet around the firm though because people wouldn’t start showing up for another hour and a half, which still gave me plenty of time. Sifting through the small stack of certified mail that Mary had set on the corner of my desk the night before, I stopped for a moment furling my eyebrows lifting up a hefty large sized manila colored envelope taking a closer look.
“That’s strange…O’Banyon, Illinois.” I whisper out loud a bit surprised as I scrutinized it closer.
It had my name on it, but with the firm’s address, and I didn’t recognize the return name or address. It was also stamped important and private, which made me scrunch my eyes with curiosity. Since my name was on it instead of the firm I set it off to the side figuring maybe somehow someone from my High School days had tracked me down, not a simple task all things considering. After all most of my classmates knew me by my nickname, and even in my yearbook that is how it was listed. I’m sure the official records had my full name in them, but even that was a bit deceiving for personal reasons. I left that place behind me once I headed off to college and never looked back. Having moved around all my life it never even fazed me to do so. My parents had retired the same year I started college and moved to Florida, but my brother had moved here to Phoenix as well making this his home now too. He was married with a couple of daughters of his own, and I got to see them now and then during the holidays. Other than that we all seemed to have our separate lives.
Picking up another letter I tore it open and began to peruse through the contents seeing if it was something needing my immediate attention. I read two lines when my curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to open up the large certified manila envelope from Illinois pulling out a file folder of what looked like to be stacks of important information and documentation. As I quickly flipped through the documentation I began to notice paperwork from overseas as well, which confused me a bit so I took a closer look at the entire contents.
The information was overwhelming as I began to sift through it, and I sat back in my chair. After several minutes, and with my hands shaking, I set down the folder for a moment to gather together my thoughts. Between Arturo and realizing how he had matured as of late reminding me of when I had started to change at around the same age, and now this letter from one of my old towns during my Junior High and High School years, it was difficult for me to stay focused without my mind wanting to revisit that period of time in my past. Sighing I picked up the contents trying to focus on them as I allowed my mind to wander back to my younger teenaged years.
It was January and I just turned twelve in December when we moved from one of the small tropical islands in the Marianas to O’Banyon, Illinois, basically a small redneck type of town. To say that I was freezing my ass off was an understatement as I enrolled into the seventh grade of the local Junior High School. I know what you are thinking and yes I’m a year ahead in school so all the kids in my grade are a year older. Even though I’m a year younger than the kids I go to school with it had never really bothered me all that much, and I still managed to always make plenty of friends.
It was strange for me to be dumped into a freezing cold climate after living in eighty degree temperatures all year round for the past three years. I loved living on a tropical Island and wished my dad hadn’t gotten transferred, but that was just the nature of his job, and to be honest I really didn’t think all that badly of the move other than the rapid temperature change. It was a way of life for me, and in a way kind of adventuresome. It seemed as if we moved every few years to some exotic place or other. Yet, somehow this time around we ended up in Illinois, perhaps the most boring place in the world. To this day when I think of that State it sort of reminds me of a donut with it being in the middle where the hole is and the action all around it. To be honest I wished things had been the complete opposite with me living in this boring place when I was younger and getting to visit all these exotic places as a teenager. I think I would have appreciated it more.
On the way over to the mainland we had stopped for two weeks in Hawaii, which for me and my older brother the ocean water just seemed way too cold. The island where we had lived was surrounded by a coral reef so when you stepped into the ocean water it was like stepping into lukewarm silkiness. In December and January on Hawaii, both my brother and I seemed to shrug off going swimming in the ocean because of it being too cold for us. These days I’d jump at the chance no matter what time of year to take a dip in the sea waters surrounding Hawaii, but hey, what can I say…at the time we had been very spoiled with the milder ocean temperatures from where we had just left.
It was during our time on Hawaii that a profound step in my next phase of growing up happened. For some reason I just didn’t feel all that well when we arrived in Hawaii. I never said anything, but during one of our long days of journeying around taking in the sights of Pearl Harbor my mom noticed my socks had sort of slipped into my shoes and I was limping. I was so sick that I didn’t even want to bend over and straighten out my socks so had just plodded along not wanting to put a damper on everyone else’s day. I don’t know why I was feeling this way. It could have been just the change of locations, but that’s never happened before. As I think back on it now I’m fairly sure it was just a change my body was going through, and perhaps the stress along with the climate change even if just in Hawaii. After all Hawaii was a tropical paradise too, and for all intense purposes similar to where we had been living.
After my mom noticed the quietness of my mood, and the fact I wasn’t even willing to take off my shoes to straighten out my socks, she decided it was time to head back. I didn’t have a fever or anything; I was just feeling awful is all. When we got back to the hotel I hopped into the shower and that was when I noticed my first pubic hairs coming in. I had just turned twelve a couple of weeks earlier so I guess I was right on schedule with the next phase of puberty.
I had discovered the pleasures of masturbation about six months earlier quite by accident. The memory of that special moment still burns vividly in my mind to this very day. I was drowsing in bed at night within the confines of my very warm room. Most of the houses in our little neighborhood didn’t have air conditioning, but somehow we had lucked out with a housing unit that had three air-conditioners. There was one in the living room, one in my parents’ room, and of course one in my older brother’s room which being the youngest left me out in the heat. It wasn’t an easy deed to get an air-conditioner over there, and none of the houses came with central air-conditioning so I guess being the youngest I just had to suffer. Over the years my brother always complained about how I was spoiled because I was the youngest, but truth be told he was the one who always got everything just because of the simple fact that he was older. An excuse that was used over and over again, and to be honest I don’t think my parents ever realized it.
Anyway, it was late at night as I lay in bed just about ready to fall asleep. I guess I must have been sort of in that between stage of wakefulness and slumber. I don’t recall exactly when I started to sleep with my hands shoved down the front of my white briefs, I mean I don’t even know why I was wearing underwear in the first place since most of the times I slept completely naked it being just way too hot and humid in my room. I do remember being a bit uncomfortable wearing those tight white boy’s briefs, but too tired for some reason to take the time to pull them off. That night they felt constricting, and at one point I had glanced down at myself and was able to distinctly see the still immature little boy bulge between my legs.
I’ve never paid all that much attention to myself or what I had between my legs, but for some reason that night it had just sort of caught my attention. To this very day I can still vividly recall seeing that small little bulging protrusion pressing up against the white cottony fabric material of my briefs. So sure enough at some point during the night my hand was down the frown of my tight boy’s briefs just sort of playing around with my small little boy penis. I was just eleven years old at the time, and really didn’t know crap about sex per se. I mean of course I knew all about where babies came from and shit like that. I even sort of knew about masturbation, but just never really was all that interested in that sort of conversation with friends and all, much less acting out on it. Hell, I think it was kind of different with almost all of the kids I hung around with back then. It just seemed different with us, and not like it is these days with all the sex talking hype and stuff. So I guess what I’m saying is that even though I knew about sex and stuff it wasn’t so up front and center on my mind at age eleven and a half.
So I’m almost asleep as I’m sort of absentmindedly fiddling around with my small soft two inch circumcised penis. At my age I guess you could say I was sort of average in the pecker department, or I guess more accurately just a bit on the smallish side of things. Of course I’ve seen other boys naked my own age and stuff, and they seemed to be a bit bigger than me down there, but that sort of thing never really bothered me before and I wasn’t ever teased about it either so wasn’t in the least bit concerned. I still walked around naked in the house so the whole nudity thing and how I looked never really fazed me one bit. Hell for that matter I still walked around naked well into my High School years. I guess I must have been around sixteen or so when I stopped doing that sort of thing. Around the house it really wasn’t that big of an issue to be naked.
I’m almost asleep now when all of a sudden my entire insides jolted with electricity as something shot out the tip end of my bullet shaped knob to splatter all over the inside of my palm that had been absentmindedly stroking my flaccid tubularness. It was my very first orgasm and it was a wet one to boot. Don’t ask me why I shot my load while I was completely soft, but I did. I guess it was just one of those things where my body had started to produce semen, and since I was sort of playing around with myself absentmindedly it just sort of happened. More than likely I might have had my very first wet dream that night, but I was still half awake so had my first orgasm instead. My whole body convulsed with excitement and such an exhilarating feeling that left me breathless as my orgasm gripped my body for all of three seconds allowing me to pump out my now life giving seed.
It is truly indescribable, a person’s first orgasm that is. It’s a feeling one never truly wants to forget, and always wants to reproduce. Sadly though, I don’t think that first time special feeling can ever truly be replicated. Now, as I am lying on my back with my mind reeling from the aftereffects of the wondrous feeling I slipped my hand out from beneath my underwear looking at it in bewilderment.
I sort of knew what had happened as I rubbed the slippery slimy clear substance in my fingers before just wiping them off on the sheets. It didn’t take me long after that to fall asleep into a deep slumber, which left me refreshed in the morning.
Like I said I sort of knew what had happened, but really didn’t know anything about masturbation or anything. However, instincts just sort of took over and the following night I crawled into bed completely naked as I started to fiddle around with my flaccid two inch boy pecker watching it come alive and stiffen to about two and a half inches or maybe a bit longer. I don’t think I had a three inch erection at that age, but I never really measured it back then either. Also, it didn’t really seem like it was all that thick either. I have to be honest though I truly am a bit on the small side of things as an adult too where my penis is concerned. To this day as a grown man I have about a four and a three quarter inch erection maybe a bit longer, but no way larger than five inches. I’ve measured it a few times along the way, but never was one who is hung up on the whole penis size thing regarding myself; although, I do have to admit that later on as a teenager that sort of thing played prominently in my mind concerning other boys.
So now I’m laying on my back playing with my extremely hard penis trying to figure out how I could get those wondrous feelings again. Since I really don’t know about the whole masturbation thing I start to rub my penis between the palms of my two hands. I had done a lot of camping and wilderness survival so had learned how to rub a stick between my hands using the friction to get a spark to light a fire. That sort of process takes a long time and a lot of patience, but it does work if you keep a steady rhythm with it as your hands rub back and forth all the way down the length of the stick before adjusting them to the top working your way downwards again.
I guess it was the image of my penis being like a stick, albeit a very small one and more like a short twig, where I got the brilliant idea of trying to rub it between my two hands to make it feel good. So I got to it and began rubbing my penis between my two hands when all of a sudden my body lurches upwards again surprising me once more with the quickness of the intensity. The feeling lasts only a few moments, but it is so unbelievably incredible.
Once more I squirt a small amount from the tip of my penis as the force and intensity of it sort of splatters against the bottom side of my chin. It was only a couple of drops, but still I thought my little canon was pretty powerful to shoot the stuff that far. From that day on I work my penis almost raw every night getting myself off. It isn’t until six months later, about the time we move, that I discover the normal way of jacking off by pumping my fist up and down the length of my short stiff erection. Perhaps due to the smallness of my length the first method just sort of worked the best to start out with. These days I realize many younger kids tend to use one or two fingers and their thumbs to get off if they are still kind of on the small side.
Six months later now I’m in Hawaii noticing the first strands of pubic hair that seemed to have sprouted overnight as if on cue for turning twelve years old. Of course I never really looked for them before so they could have been sort of growing for a while now. In opinion though, I think the pubertal change my body was going through is what sort of threw my system out of whack in the first place making me feel so sick. Perhaps it wouldn’t have affected me so much had we not been in the middle of moving, but I still believe all the changes at once is what was making me feel the way I was. Despite how crappy I was feeling it didn’t stop me from soaping up my little soft boy penis bringing it back to life and enjoying a nice stroking session while in the shower.
My penis felt hard and all slicked up in my small pumping fist as I started slowly allowing the insides of my body to get those tingling sensations. It normally doesn’t take me all that long to blow my meager contents, but with me feeling a bit off it just took a bit longer this time around, but still not all that long as all of a sudden my body tensed up and a grunt escaped my mouth. I could feel my butt cheeks clamping together and my hips thrust forward. I immediately sucked in air trying to stifle my unintentional groan because we were in a hotel room, and I was afraid my folks or brother might hear me.
My knees started to buckle, and I had to lean up against the wall because I was weak from how bad I had been feeling that day. Somehow though I was starting to feel a bit better after my orgasm as I finally pushed away from the shower stall, bent over cleaning up the tiny mess I had made, and dried myself off. I slept soundly that night and felt much better in the morning. By the time we get to Illinois I was completely over whatever had affected me.
Slowly I let my past slip away from my conscious mind as I once more came back to the here and now of present time. I sat back in my chair setting down all the paperwork I had been sifting through. Biting my lower lip I looked at the time and sighed noting I’ve been at the office close to thirty minutes now and other people at the firm would be showing up here soon to start their day. Sitting up in my chair I began sifting through the paperwork real quick and found what I was looking for as I picked up my phone, and dialed the number. Maybe it wasn’t too late that someone might still be at the number I was calling over in Europe. I’ve dealt with plenty of companies overseas before, so had no problem recalling the international code and added the other numbers I found in the documents.
As I wearily hang up the phone I glance at the clock and notice I’ve been on it for over an hour now. It’s been quiet, and it dawns on me that Mary should have arrived at the office already. This was so unlike her and I reached for my phone again to give her a call when I suddenly remembered that she had an appointment first thing this morning down the hall with the senior partners. I set the phone back into the cradle, and just as if she had been reading my mind, I heard a soft knock on the door as Mary walked into the office.
“Good morning Will,” she greeted me pleasantly enough, but I just took one look at her and sighed shaking my head.
“They didn’t give you the raise.” I stated simply as she just smiled back warmly at me shaking her head no.
“Of course they didn’t. You know they wouldn’t do that making me the highest paid in my position in this firm. They just can’t allow it since their own secretaries have been with them for years.” She replied in a matter of fact kind of way.
“That and they are a bunch of tight asses who won’t open up their wallets if their life depended on it. Let’s face it Mary you do twice the work those old geezers’ secretaries do, and you are an essential part of my success here in this firm. I know what you are capable of, and it is why I have given you those extra responsibilities. If nothing else they should recognize this and compensate you appropriately.” I sighed showing my disgust, and letting her know how I felt about things.
“Well I’m glad you feel that way Will, but other than Mr. Middleton no one else felt the same way. It’s not like it used to be where he had complete control. With having other senior partners now some decisions are just out of his hands. I don’t think he cares that much for how things have turned out for the business he created from scratch. But anyway, we all know where the success of this business comes from, and without you I’m sure this firm would have tanked long ago. At least they had to give you a junior partnership; although, from the comments I hear from other secretaries those old geezers weren’t happy about it.” She stated sincerely happy for me at least, but still disappointed.
“Well, not to worry. There is more than one way to skin a cat. So, tell me how is Tim doing? It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and I bet he’s grown a lot. I mean, I’ve gone to some of his games and stuff, but haven’t been able to really sit down with him lately like we used to. Besides, at fourteen I’m sure he’s got plenty of other things to do.” I chuckled seeing her light up at the topic of her son.
The boy was her pride and joy in life, and consumed her every waking hour. When she got pregnant with Tim his father just up and left her high and dry. She’s been taking care of him all by herself and doing a wonderful job of it. Her son really was a sweet kid with a very warm disposition. He was popular in school with the other kids, and just seemed to have a way about him and carried himself in a likeable kind of way. He was a good enough student getting decent grades, and also excelled in athletics. Tim was one of those kids who was very good in both academics and sports, better than most of the kids in his class, and this is one reason why he was popular with just about everyone.
“It’s funny that you ask because to be honest just last night he asked about you too. I think he misses you, but knows you’ve been busy. Don’t think though that he doesn’t notice when you show up at some of his games. I know he really appreciates your support and so do I. You’ve been there for him when he’s needed advice, and I don’t think I’ve ever told you thank you for that. I know sometimes boys need a male role model to confide in, and I appreciate you stepping in at times to help him out.” She smiled as she showed me some of the latest pictures of her son.
I had to admit he was a striking looking young man at fourteen years old, and I was pretty sure must be getting plenty of girl action by now. Some of the pictures showed just how much he had grown. He still kind of had that lanky build with long legs and arms, but seemed to finally be growing into them no longer looking so gangly. From what I could tell he looked to be about five foot two inches tall and about ninety five or a hundred pounds. All in all a very nice build.
As I gazed at the latest picture with him in his Lacrosse uniform he seemed to already be exuding an air of confidence about him at such a young age. From experience I knew that he was way more mature in attitude than most other boys his same age. The image I was looking at was a close up picture from the waist up, with him holding his head gear in one arm and his lacrosse stick in the other.
What grabbed my attention in the photo was his mirthful brown eyes that seemed to dance around in a lively fashion as they conveyed the happiness and joy in his life. You could tell he was one of those happy go lucky kids who just lived life. His face was unblemished without the typical pimples that plague most teenagers these days, but I figured this was because of his diet. Even though at times he indulged enough with the typical teenage fare to satiate those types of cravings, for the most part his diet was a very healthy one. His square to round face showed the signs of manhood knocking on the door, yet they still had that youthful aspect that seemed to dominate his features. Even though he was beginning to show signs of manhood in his facial features I could tell it would still be several years before he would finally succumb to that complete transformation in his looks. He had brown hair that was cut in a way to accentuate his facial features. They draped over his ears halfway, was parted on the right side, and also hung partially over his forehead in a way that didn’t hide his face.
Shaking my head I just looked up at Mary. “That is one great looking kid Mary. You must be very proud of him.” I told her seriously as she just beamed at the compliment.
“Yeah, he’s kind of turned out alright, hasn’t he.” She confided as we both just chuckled.
Sighing I looked down at the stack of paperwork sitting on the desk, my eyes falling on the thick folder I had received today. Even though I enjoyed our conversations; especially, when we talked about Tim, I knew there was a lot to do today. Mary seemed to sense it as well and smiled knowingly.
“So, what’s on the agenda today.” She asked me taking the first step to starting our day.
“I need to make some important phone calls today. Here’s the list of things I need you to get squared away.” I told her handing her a list, and then reaching into my file drawer I rifled through it for a moment and handed her another folder. “At some point I also need you to look over this paperwork and get back to me when you have a moment. If I’m on the phone just wait until I’m done so we can go over the documents.” I finished off as she took everything with her and closed the door behind her.
It seemed as if Mary had just stepped out of the office when I heard her knocking again and quietly stepping inside taking a seat across from me just as I hung up the phone from my most recent call. My ears were red and sore from having the receiver up against them for so long. Normally I do my calls on speaker phone, but it seemed as if each call I made today the recipient on the other end had so much noise going on in their office that it was just easier to hear them this way.
Even when I had made my first call, which was Arturo’s mother to inform her that her son was over at my place, it seemed as if there was a whirl of raucous activity happening at her house as she tried to take care of getting everyone ready for the day. It had made her happy to hear from me, and also a bit relieved that her son would have something constructive going on now that school was out. Of course I didn’t tell her about what happened earlier that morning, but she did hint to me that she had been concerned about him lately, and hoped that doing some things over by my place would help. I got the distinct feeling she was hopeful that having a man around would sort of fill in some gaps for her son that had been left behind when his father had passed away.
As I hung up the phone with my latest call, and checked off another item on my ‘to do’ list, Mary smiled at me. “So, it sounds like you just got off the phone with the airlines. I guess its official then, and you are finally going on vacation.” She beamed at me and seemed genuinely happy.
“Yeah, well I guess you can say that,” I chuckled. “Anyway, later this summer I want you to take some time off with Tim. You guys deserve a break and some time off together as well.” I stated holding up my hand to stave off any protest. “I already made arrangements for you two before school starts up for him again, and it is all taken care of so no excuses that you can’t afford it.” I told her as she began to protest again, but then clamped her mouth shut when she saw I was dead serious just shaking her head.
“I don’t know what to say Will, this is just way too kind of you; especially, in light of this.” She told me holding up the folder I had handed to her earlier.
“So you looked it over and everything is in order?” I asked her as she just frowned at me.
“Yes, but are you sure…I mean…why are you in such a rush to have this put in place, and won’t this get you in some hot water?” She asked me as I leaned back in my seat.
“Listen Mary, those assholes may not know how important you are, but I do. I know as a junior partner I can’t give you a raise, but my contract allows me to set aside a certain percentage of my bonus pay for a donation or trust fund towards a charity of my choice. In return the firm has to match those funds dollar for dollar. I know you needed the raise because Tim is getting older and in a few years he will be heading off to college. Tim has good grades and excels in sports, but these days that isn’t enough for a scholarship. Any more I’m afraid kids have to be the best in both cases, and not just really good. He’s good enough in both areas to be accepted just about anywhere he wants to go, but it is going to cost.” I assured her as she just shook her head at my suggestion.
“That’s just fine Will, but maybe you should run it by the senior partners first, and sort of ease them into the idea instead of just forcing the issue. Besides, there’s no real hurry, and a month or two won’t make any difference.” She responded as I just shook my head.
“I’m afraid we need to put everything in place now.” I emphasized to her.
“Why’s that…I mean…unless you have a big account coming in that I don’t know about the bonus money doesn’t even come into play yet?” She responded as all of a sudden it finally dawned on her. “Oh…I see.” She responded scrunching her eyes at me. “There’s something happening right now that you’ve been working on. No wonder you’ve been burning the candle on both ends of late. I thought it was because of you getting ready for your vacation, but it’s more than that…isn’t it?” She asked looking at me.
“Yeah it is, and if everything falls into place here real soon like I suspect it might this would mean a big jump start on Tim’s scholarship. I need this put into place today so there won’t be any issues. I only need one senior partner’s signature to make it official, and I’ve already talked to Matt about it. He doesn’t know about the possible new account yet, but he suspects I’m working on something. I know the other senior members are going to have a fit because if I’m right this is going to be just huge, and the bonus money is probably going to be the highest this firm has ever dished out. It’s going to stick in their craw that I’m going to contribute the maximum amount allowable as stated in the contract towards the scholarship fund for Tim, which means they are going to have to match it as well. They would have been better off just giving you a raise because from here on out a lot of money is heading into that account. By the time Tim goes to the college of his choice I want that fund to be stuffed so full of money to not only pay for his tuition, but living expenses and everything. I want to bleed those old geezers’ bottom line and their pocket books as much as I can.” I laughed at the idea of sticking it to the senior members, but they brought this on themselves for being so damn greedy.
From Mary’s expression I could tell she was afraid of any reprisals they would dish out towards me, but I already knew that there wasn’t much they could do. Their laziness was catching up to them, and with most of the major accounts coming into the firm because of me they had to be careful not to tip over the apple cart. Besides, there were some behind the scenes wrangling going on, and soon enough Matt and I would be in a position to make some much needed changes in the firm’s hierarchy. At least that is what we were hoping for.
Looking at my watch I motioned for her to sign the documents. “Just sign the paperwork Mary, and don’t worry about any reprisals. I’ve already dealt with anything that could come our way. I need to get this done, and then take care of a few more things before I head home early today. I’ve decided to start my vacation tomorrow, so will need you to look after things while I’m gone. I’ll be home taking care of some more things before I actually start my vacation, but beginning tomorrow for all practical purposes I will be on hiatus and won’t be coming in to work. I’ll inform Matt when he signs the paperwork. I’m sure he will finally be happy that he’s managed to kick me out for a couple of weeks.” I chuckled as I reached over and took the now signed documents from Mary.
She thanked me once more profusely for looking out for her and her son. To be honest I couldn’t be more than happy for doing this one small thing for her. She deserved this, and her son deserved to have the opportunity college would provide for him in life. I in turn was making more than enough money to afford this small gesture. Besides, half of it will be coming from the firm’s coffers anyway, the coffers that I’ve been stuffing full of money. So in a way, it was also a chance for me to reap some of the benefits. The senior partners couldn’t say anything because there wasn’t personal gain for me other than providing a scholarship for someone I knew that wasn’t family. My contract was very specific that I couldn’t set something up like this that would benefit direct family members, but Mary wasn’t officially a part of my family so it made this move perfectly legal. Of course as far as I was concerned both Mary and Tim were family to me, and her son even referred to me as Uncle Will.
This is the first time I’ve been home this early from work in years. It was early afternoon, and as I stepped through my locked gate it was already broiling hot outside making me sweat. The damn tailor made suit I was wearing didn’t help matters any as I slowly trudged up the stairs. Of course the suit was an essential part of my wardrobe for my job, and I looked sharp in it, but it was uncomfortable to wear in this sort of heat we tend to get in Phoenix.
On the way home from work I picked up a large Meat Lover’s deep dish pizza from Luigi’s, the best damn pizza joint in the area. I had called ahead before I left work, and by the time I arrived it was ready to go. The bus driver gave me enough time to run in and grab the pizza before taking off once more on his route. This wasn’t the first time we’ve done this, and I always thanked him by way of giving him his own small pizza that he liked, the Italian with white garlic sauce, to munch on during his break.
Making my way to the side of the entryway of my gate I noticed it was slightly ajar. Slipping inside I pause for a moment to take a closer look at it. The gate has a spring on it that pulls it closed, but I noticed even though it still pulls closed that the spring is kind of worn out now. So instead of keeping enough tension on it to keep it in place until the lock latches, the gate sort of bounces back after it bangs up against the lock. In other words as the gate swings closed it hits the latch and bounces off of it before the locking mechanism clicks in place. Something I will have to get fixed since I’ve gotten used to just letting it close on its own.
The heat was making me wilt as I made it to the top and stared around in amazement. The garden looked so different already from earlier this morning, and it just astonished me how one young boy could get so much done in such a short period of time. There were several piles of branches, leaves, and weeds raked up in strategic places waiting to be disposed of properly. This was something Miguel had always taken care of, but now I realized it would be something I would have to deal with since Arturo doesn’t drive a truck yet. No matter it would be simple enough to take care of as I continued to survey the results completely satisfied knowing a lot of work had gone into Arty’s day.
Looking around for Arty I spotted some movement by the pool and headed in that direction. I was about ten feet away when I stopped dead in my tracks with my jaws dropping to my chest. Piled up in a heap of dirt and grime next to the pool were the boy’s filthy clothes, and settled in a lounge chair was a squeaky clean looking twelve year old boy lying on his back completely exposed. It didn’t take much to realize that Arturo must have taken a dip in the pool to cool off. Looking at the sparkling clean water I was sure he had rinsed off by the shower head before diving in because the pool also looked like it had been cleaned up. This seemed to be confirmed with some of the testing material lying next to his dirty clothes that analyze the chlorine levels in pools.
I took all of this in within seconds because what really grabbed my attention was the small naked figure of Arturo lying in the lounge chair slowly running his fist up and down the length of his hard shaft with one hand while gently fiddling around with his soft fleshy pouch. There was no doubt that he had changed in the last nine months as I continued to gawk at his naked splendor. He most definitely had matured with a nice hefty sized erection in both length and girth glistening damply in his hand. It looked to be over four inches long with a thickness to it making me smile appreciatively how much he had grown between his legs in such a short period of time. His boy pouch hung loosely between his firm athletic short legs weighed down heavily by his chestnut sized testicles. It amazed me how rapidly things can change when puberty hits a young boy.
It looked like he had been lying there for a while now because his silky black hair looked only slightly damp, and his body seemed to glisten with perspiration from the heat. Even the tight curly patch of silky black pubic hairs surrounding the base of his hard shaft seemed to glisten with a bit of perspiration making them shimmer. He was stunningly beautiful lying there in the way nature had intended him to be seen as I continued to appreciate what I was witnessing while he persisted to methodically stroke his nice fairly large twelve year old tubular hardness.
For the first time ever I saw his mushroom shaped knob when about two thirds of it slipped through the tight small opening of his foreskin, glistening wetly with slickness, and looking a bit on the purplish pink side. It was the second answer to one of two burning questions I had about him. The first had been if he jacks off yet, which as I watched was a resounding yes, the second one was if and how his knob could fit through that tight small opening of that piece of puckered up skin. That too was now confirmed and etched into my memory forever more as I quivered involuntarily with lustful thoughts.
My eyes continued to raze his beautiful fit and trim body noticing the obvious tan line across the mid-section of his body. His upper torso and legs had that velvety smooth brown buttery tan look to them in stark contrast to the almost creamy ivory paleness of his midriff, which only served to enhance the beauty of what lay between his legs. It was stunningly gorgeous in its divergent manifestation creating a stirring of emotions deep down inside of me. Not only did the stark contrasting nakedness of his body awaken my nether regions, but it also stimulated memories from my own past that I hadn’t thought about in years as my mind shifted to a time when I was about Arturo’s age.
We had just moved from a very warm temperate region to the freezing cold climate of the Midwest during the winter months. Now in the middle of January I’m in a new school making my way around like a frozen Popsicle all bundled up most of the time, even indoors. Of course back then we had to take physical education and were required to shower afterwards. I took showers in my other school so it wasn’t such a big deal to me even though I’m younger than the other kids. To be honest I really wasn’t all that smaller in height and stuff, maybe just a little, but not much, and I was also pretty active in sports and not all that bad at it either.
So after my first day of phys-ed I start to peel off my clothes without too much a care in the world. Well of course it is the middle of winter time in Illinois, and everyone was pretty damn pale white all over. It really didn’t sink in to me, but as I peeled of my clothes all the boys started to shoot glances towards my way. Living on a tropical island for several years had left my body so golden brown that I was just as darkly tanned as the Islanders. Spending just about every day in the ocean had not only left my skin looking goldenly bronzed, but had also bleached out my honey brown hair to a very light blonde color.
As I peeled off my clothes and exposed my bare ass it seemed as if everyone around me was starting to gawk. Well my ass, not to mention my one or two strands of hair covered pubic mound, is as lily white as their pale skin in stark contradiction to the rest of my dark brown skin. I’m pretty sure the contrasting-ness of it all pretty much showed off my little boy bits as well, or rather what could be seen of them. Like I’ve mentioned there really wasn’t all that much to gawk at; especially when I was soft, not to mention that I’ve just been downright freezing which tends to make things shrink a bit between a guys legs. Basically, just a small little puffy boy sack and pretty much nothing but my bullet shaped knob when I was soft is all I had to show for back then at that age. Even when I did get hard there wasn’t all that much more to show off. Of course my tan line, and I imagine the lack of anything to brag about between my legs, does elicit some giggles making me a bit self conscious about the stares I was receiving. To be honest though I was still pretty naïve back then, and it just didn’t sink in as to what the issue was.
The showers at my new school were sort of interesting. There were these sorts of square cubicles with walls about six feet high that had three shower heads in each one with many of these cubicles spread out and interconnected throughout the open space. I guess in a way it was sort of public showers, but also provided a little privacy. Looking back on it I guess it is a good way to allow kids who are more on the shy side to get used to showering in public. It forced them to take showers with others, yet also provided a bit of privacy with at the most maybe two other people in the cubicle at the same time. Now don’t get me wrong the cubicles weren’t small, and provided plenty of space so you weren’t bumping into one another or getting sprayed by the other shower heads.
Being new I sort of followed another boy through the maze of cubicles into one of the shower stalls. He didn’t say anything about it, and I caught him glancing at me once or twice, but I now know it was more because of the strangeness of me being so damn tanned. As I think back on it I have to admit that the other boy really was very cute and had a very nice looking penis on him. At this time I still didn’t have any feelings regarding the whole sex thing with other people, nor did I know my sexual preference, but I do have to admit seeing him naked with me in the stall sort of turned me on even though I really didn’t know that’s what it was at the time.
His flaccid penis was bigger than mine, and I would have to say probably average for a boy his age. If I were to guess a size I would have to say about three plus inches, and cut just like everyone else I’ve ever known. He was a good looking boy with dirty blonde hair, good build, and bright blue eyes in a very cute boyish face. He had a small patch of brownish blonde pubes, and his testicles swayed a little between his legs bumping up against his shapely thighs forcing his flaccid penis to bounce upwards every once in a while. For some reason his nakedness really stands out in my mind to this day, and it is a bit of a turn on recalling his exquisite physique as I gazed upon his nakedness for the first time. We are the only two in the shower stall, and I guess before I came along he always showered alone. He never said anything and never seemed to have minded that I had chosen that shower cubicle to go into from that day forward for the rest of the school year. Hell, to be honest what would a guy even say about it anyway. It’s not like it is a topic for discussion.
I sort of got to know him, but we really never were friends-friends if you know what I mean. He remained a good looking boyish like kid throughout our high school years, and to this day I sort of wish I had done something in a sexual way with him, but alas I guess it never was meant to be. Perhaps something could have come of things, but he didn’t live close to where I lived, and at that age it sort of makes a difference with that kind of thing due to the main mode of transportation being just a bike or skateboard.
The rest of the school year was fairly uneventful on all fronts. I joined the football team the following school year along with many other activities, and made friends like I always did when we moved. Illinois would prove to be our longest stint in one place with my parents extending their contract where they worked allowing me to graduate from High School before moving again. Now when I say it allowed me to graduate at the same High School I started in, I truly mean it just allowed me to graduate. The day after I graduated from High School we were on our way to my father’s new job in Florida. I guess he was getting close to retirement, and for some reason wanted to retire in a place I consider clichéd as hell. So yup, I had to say goodbye to all my High School chums and start all over again; although, to be honest I was heading off to college and I never really felt I had to put down roots there.
Of course as my grade seven school year headed into summer vacation my favorite pastime extra curricular activity was in full swing as I became an expert at the sport of masturbation. I swear for a two and a half inch erection it was getting the workout of a lifetime, and I was in top form as summer approached. I still really didn’t have any inclinations on the whole having real sex front, but it doesn’t mean that I hadn’t started noticing other boys and stuff.
There really wasn’t any true feeling on my part at that point that I was gay or anything, but I was starting to notice guys and they were frequently the brunt of my fantasies as I masturbated or dreamed about them at night. I never did experience a wet dream, and I guess maybe it was due to my extreme daily rituals of spanking that little monkey of mine that bounced around between my legs. Believe me when I say “at times,” it means I regularly masturbated myself to climax seven or eight times a day. Just about any time I made a trip to the bathroom or at every opportunity. I don’t know how I managed to ejaculate every time, but then again when I did they were just tiny spurts. Hell, I was jacking off so often that one time when I was sixteen and had my drivers’ license I actually pulled over the side of the road and pretending to take a piss jacked off as cars passed by. Of course to people passing me by on the road it was just a teenager behind a tree taking a piss, but man it was exciting to pull out that still small little hard boy sized penis of mine, and give it a good jacking as I dribbled my seed all over the plant life beneath my feet giving them a bit of fertilization. There is just something excitingly special doing something naughty like that in the open.
As I entered the eighth grade and turned thirteen in December, for all practical purposes I was still pretty much a virgin on all fronts so to speak. I mean, yes, a virgin in the real practical sense of not having sexual intercourse, but what I’m speaking about, a virgin in regards to messing around with others, having the feelings of a need to actually do things with others, and just the basic overall sexual kinds of activities most kids my age and a little younger start to yearn for already. Of course I was masturbating, but to be honest as I think back if I hadn’t accidentally masturbated myself that fateful evening when I was eleven years old, I probably still wouldn’t have been masturbating, or if so, it would have happened much later. I guess in the whole sexual feelings type of thing I was still a late bloomer type of a guy. Most kids by the time they are twelve sort of have that inclination and need for the sexual kinds of things with others, but for me I still didn’t have those sorts of feelings.
Of course I was looking around and even fantasizing, but for some reason it was just that, fantasies and no real need to actually having that urge to do things with others. I was masturbating regularly, but even that was just more along the lines of because I had become addicted in a way to have that sort of release it provided in my nether regions. It did feel wonderful, but never again how it had felt that very first accidental time.
Shaking my head my mind and thoughts once more comes back to the present time and I focus on Arturo completely mesmerized by the blurring movement of his small fist as it flies rapidly along the length of his shaft. Every time he stroked downwards his now crimson purplish glans would pop out glistening wetly with a bit of his pre-cum. I could see the slickness all up and down the entire length of his shaft adding to the lubrication process as his legs start to twitch around and his toes begin to curl. Arturo was very close now to blowing his cork as he panted for air, and even I was caught up in the moment breathing hard just watching the sexy sultriness of the boy’s action.
Then without warning I heard him yelp out in a girlish kind of voice before it turned guttural, and saw his large chestnut sized testicles lurch upwards as a clear like viscous substance spurt outwards from the tip of his flared out bulbous head. At the last moment he had shoved his hips upwards, slammed his fist downwards against his pubic mound exposing about two thirds of his glans, and then shot one powerful globular mass that slammed up against his quivering chest and rippling stomach. I could see the tsunami like wave washing over his body as he continued to tremble in a spastic bout of contortionism.
The boy’s testicles contracted upwards for a second time, squeezing out another small dollop of his seminal fluid that seemed to travel only an inch or two before gravity also forced it downwards to pool around his innie belly button. They leaped upwards for a third and final time as a small trickle of slimy transparent fluid seemed to ooze out the small slit at the top of his penis sliding down along the length of his shaft. The high of his orgasm seemed to linger on for a long time as his body would begin to settle down before once more twitching and jerking with excitement. This went on for several moments until I heard him sigh in relief his fist releasing his still hard and twitching penis. At last his orgasm had run its course as Arturo continued to moan and remain slumped in his lounge chair with his eyes closed seemingly completely satiated and out of breath.
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Rolling over on to my side I reached over and smacked the button shutting off the alarm clock before it even began to buzz at me. I always managed to get up before it went off because to be honest I hated that thing. It was only four in the morning still early over here, but I had some phone calls to make overseas, and there was a ten hour difference in time. I was working with this current project on my own time, not wanting the firm to get involved yet. As a junior partner I had a bit of flexibility, and this would be a major account for our firm if I managed to somehow swing it. Since it wasn’t an official project I had kept it under wraps for now until I got a better handle on things. It was coming along rather nicely and I seemed to have hit it off with the CEO of this technology firm overseas who had facilities here in the states that needed our kind of services.
I’ve never taken time off for a proper vacation since starting work there so my boss, the most senior member of the firm had finally put his foot down forcing the issue. I was trying to get most of the major accounts squared away before I left knowing that Mary would be able to handle any of the typical minor issues that cropped up while I was gone. The technology firm was really one of my last hurdles so I had decided to get on the ball with it this morning.
I’m an early riser anyway, always arriving at work around six in the morning without all the distractions from people as they began to show up beginning around eight in the morning. Those were usually the secretaries and other staff members getting the office fired up for the big wigs who started trickling in around nine in the morning. I found that getting to the office early I could go through all of the certified letters that had come in late the previous day giving them my full attention. Most of the time the certified mail we got in for the day were legal documents and very crucial, so I always made sure to have this time first thing in the morning in order to pick and choose the ones I needed to focus on the most. This day would be no different from any other, but I did get up a little earlier today because I had to make those phone calls before heading in to work. Throwing off my covers, I got up, rubbed away the sleep from my eyes, and stretched a little as my eyes wandered around my bedroom. I was proud of my home even though it had taken a bit of doing to find the right space for me.
My place wasn’t the typical type of condo or anything. Living in Phoenix I didn’t want to be confined to a high rise in the middle of downtown or the normal housing situations you typically find in a city. I also didn’t want to live in a suburb where all the houses looked the same, not to mention the issue of commuting to work. When I got hired I initially lived in a fairly cramped apartment, but I made good money and had set out to find a suitable place. After about a year of searching I was just about to give up and just accept the fact that I would probably be stuck in either one of those buildings with the so called fancy condo’s units, or in the very suburbs that had all of those houses that looked the same creating a nightmare for me with having to commute every day in traffic. Then Mary, bless her heart, suggested an alternative that was intriguing.
At first I thought the idea a bit strange, but she had already proven herself as being very capable so I decided to take a look at some of her suggestions. She handed me a few addresses, but suggested one just on the outskirts of the city. It was in an old warehouse district, but located just on the edge with a nice sort of family neighborhood nearby. The locality was in a poorer section of town, but clean and family oriented so Mary had felt it might just be the spot for me. I took one look at the place and I immediately fell in love with it not even bothering with the other addresses she had provided me.
Instead of getting stuck in a typical condo unit, I ended up purchasing a flat in an old warehouse building that sat on a hill. It was a four story building with the bottom floor converted into a paid parking area for some of the industries in the area, and the other three floors used primarily as a storage space for most of those companies. The flat, which was the only one of its kind, was sort of on the backside of the warehouse with its own separate entranceway. I could access it either through the garage, where I had my own personal parking space with an elevator leading up to my flat on the second floor, or by a secured locked side gate on the far edge of the building with stairs leading up from the outside.
When I bought the space it was just pretty much just that, a large open space both on the outside and inside. The outside space was really large and it stretched out all along one side on the top flat open part of the enclosed parking garage below. It was all cement, so got pretty warm up there, but the view was to die for. As you gazed out over the arid expanse you would never know that on the opposite side of the building was the hustle and bustle of a city because the warehouse structure blocked that portion of the view. In a way, it was a small slice of a peaceful haven in an otherwise busy area.
Crossing the big open space, and butted up on the back side of the main building was an enclosed structure about twenty eight hundred square feet, more than big enough for my needs. Most people would just sort of shake their head at the isolated and difficult to get to space for storage that was actually for sale and not lease or rent. I on the other hand saw a lot of potential for the storage space to be converted into a home here so bought it. I called in a contractor and we got to work on converting the place into a livable condo unit with a fantastic view of the vast desert wilderness off in the distance. Not only was the view of the arid landscape spectacular, but at sunset or sunrise the entire sky would turn these bright warm colors creating a soft glowing effect. It was breathtaking to say the least.
By the time we finished I had converted the outside space into a utopia garden with shading to ward off the extreme heat along with a decent sized pool, hot tub, and an air conditioned change room. There was even a small entertainment area with a small bar and BBQ grill. With all the plants and enough shading it ended up being a nice place to sit down in the evening hours to enjoy the view or go for a nice little swim.
The back part of the warehouse building had no windows so I also didn’t have to worry about anyone looking in on me or my guest. Since we were also butted up against a strip of protected land we never would have to worry about anyone building there and obstructing our view. It truly was in a private location and completely blocked off from any prying eyes. There have been plenty of evenings when I got home from work and cooled off in the pool taking a dip completely naked, or on cooler evenings lounged in the hot tub. It was very liberating, and helped ease my tension from the stresses of my job.
On the inside of the closed off structure I wanted to keep that open feeling to the space, so instead of erecting walls and cordoning off areas into sections I opted to keep the main area completely open in a flowing kind of way. The only space that was closed off was my master bedroom with a large walk-in closet and an equally large master bathroom. I had also closed off a second nice sized bedroom for guests along with a very large guest bathroom that doubled as my utility room with a washer and dryer. The living room, kitchen, entertainment room, and exercise area were all left completely open and without any walls. The high vaulted ceilings finished off the airy kind of feel to the space. As you walked inside it looked way bigger than it really was, but also felt very welcoming and homey with personal touches that made a place seem like a home and lived in. Even the steel columns that were there to offer support throughout the space added to the uniqueness of the living quarters. We had taken painstaking care to incorporate our overall blueprint with having these columns add to the design of the space.
After taking a quick shower it took me an hour or so to finish up with my phone calls, and as I looked at my clock I noticed that I was running a little late. I had missed the bus that went into the main part of Phoenix stopping just outside the forty story Chase skyscraper where my firm’s office was located. There was another bus coming along here in a few minutes that stopped a block away from my office, so I grabbed my suitcase and closed the door behind me opting to take the stairs down the side of the building since it was closer to the bus stop. For me it was more convenient to take the bus instead of my car, and a lot less headaches of having to try fighting the traffic.
Stepping outside it was already getting warm. It was the end of May, and the temperatures were getting into the seventies and even eighties. I stopped for a moment surveying my outdoor utopia and sighed sadly at the state it was in. We had installed sprinkler system with timers and sensors so everything was growing just fine, but it just seemed so wild, overgrown, and unkempt. The small trees and bushes needed to be pruned; some of the plants moved into a better spot, and basically just a complete overhaul. It was a lot of work to be sure, and in need of someone who had the time and knowledge to complete the tasks. Over the past several months I’ve been taking care of it myself for the most part because the guy who I had hired to take care of my garden and pool for all these years keeping everything in tip top shape had suddenly died about six months ago.
He had been almost like family in many ways, and lived close by in the neighborhood so had looked after the garden patio for me. He was a landscape gardener by trade with his own small business, but he mainly dealt with taking care of major projects downtown. He only took care of my garden because he lived just around the corner from me. Over the years I had come to know his family very well and even allowed them to use my outside garden for special events like birthday parties for his kids. Even his wife’s sister had been married up here in the garden. The kids always looked forward to the parties because I allowed them to use the pool not worried in the least with how messy things got. The family was Hispanic, but the nicest down to earth kind of people and always helped to clean everything up afterwards.
Some people had issues with them because they were Hispanic, but both Miguel and his wife Elena each had green cards so were working in this country legally, and their kids were born here making them U.S. citizens. So personally I had no problems with them. In my profession I had to make sure things were legal and had checked Miguel’s credentials out as a matter of course. Of course I had informed him of this from the beginning letting him know it wasn’t personal, but explaining to him about my profession and how it would affect me if I hired someone that wasn’t here legally. He had assured me everything was in order, and that he had no issues with me doing a background check to confirm it.
To be truthful I think he appreciated me being so upfront and honest with him. After he had checked out I hired him immediately paying him what his going rate was at the time. A few weeks after he started working on the garden I amended our contract because he was doing such a great job, and way more than I had initially asked of him. It shocked Miguel that I would do this so soon, but I told him that for the amount of work he was doing around my place I was only giving him an honest wage. From that time forward we had hit it off and soon thereafter his family had become very close friends.
From time to time he came to me with legal issues regarding his work because there were some firms out there who had issues with him being Hispanic, so I helped him out when I could. It just amazed me how people can be such jerks towards someone who is different. I never had issues with Hispanics in general, so it just baffled me to see this happening in this day and age. As far as I was concerned as long as not laws were being broken it was all good.
Besides, as a child I recalled vividly that there was a family very close to ours who were Hispanic as well. For that matter if it hadn’t been for their grandmother giving me my nickname when I was a little boy that had stuck over the years, I’m sure I would have been teased and bullied to no end by school kids. I had been very young and the sweet elderly matriarch in her thick accent had just picked me up and crooned all over me hugging and showering me with kisses repeatedly saying ‘poco Chico dulce y pequeño Chico.’ In Spanish the name Chico means boy or lad, and she had been saying ‘little Chico my sweet little Chico,’ which had stuck from that point forward. My parents had thought the nickname cute, and soon after even my older brother was calling me Chico, so it had just sort of became what everyone called me. It was only as an adult that I had reverted back to my first name, well a shortened version of it. So I had learned at an early age to respect different people and cultures so didn’t hold those kinds of prejudices in my life like others.
When Miguel had passed away it was so sad because the entire family fell on to hard times. He had been the main breadwinner of the very large family making decent money for them to live comfortably. I helped out where I could with their legal issues concerning the business and estate, but there was only so much I could do for them. Some of the uncles had taken over the business of course, but it was Miguel who had the special touch and these days the small business was suffering. It seemed as if now the entire family worked hard at other jobs trying to make ends meet, but it was still difficult for them.
Shaking my head at the plight of my garden I walked across to the other side and made my way down the stairs. Rounding the corner of the building I stopped dead in my tracks nearly jumping out of my skin in fright. This part of the building was cordoned off with a locked gate that only I had access to, but I had nearly run into a couple of guys unexpectedly as I rounded the building. What I saw turned my initial fright into complete shock as all of a sudden the older guy spotted me at about the same time I spotted him after rounding the corner.
The older teenager, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, was just finishing tucking away his damp drooping pale limp noodle and hairy wrinkled small shriveled up ball sack back into shorts. His cock didn’t seem all that big on him sort of hidden in the folds of his fat, but I guess it was probably pretty big for the little kid that was kneeling down in front of him. The smaller boy was a pre-teen around eleven or twelve years old, and looked like he was gagging or something trying to spit away something foul tasting in his mouth. It didn’t take much imagination to know what was going on here, and it sort of made me feel bad for the smaller boy because the older kid was fat and butt ugly to boot. It almost made me want to puke thinking what his load must taste like.
As soon as the older kid saw me he yelped in surprise and literally slammed into the younger boy knocking him down on to the ground as he took off through the gated door while at the same time trying to pull his shorts over his fat nasty hairy ass. I heard the smaller kid cry out in pain as the hefty sized older kid’s knee connected with the younger boy’s face in his haste to get away. I yelled out at the creep, but he just kept lumbering away looking as if he was gasping for air in his haste. Something about him seemed familiar, and I got the distinct feeling I knew him as one of the local high school kids who played on the football team. It was late May now making it almost like six months ago since I’d been to one of the football games from the local high school so I wasn’t completely sure, but still I’d lay a bet on it. Most of the kids were out of school now, but it was really early in the morning making me wonder why these two were up and about at this time of day, even if they were doing what I think they were doing.
If memory served me correctly the older lard ass was a lumbering huge offensive lineman for the football team. From that brief moment when the older boy’s shorts were still down around his thighs he appeared to be all hairy and nasty looking. Not just his pubic mound, but his entire body. He was a heavy set kid to boot, more flabby than muscular, but being a large brutish kid about six feet tall and weighing in at three hundred fifty to three hundred seventy five pounds, he ended up being a starter on the football team just because of his sheer size.
As a private contributor to the local school program I had gone a few times to some of the games. The fat slob stood out among the other players because of his bulky size, but the kid had no athletic ability what so ever. He was clumsy and pretty much a big oaf, but because he tended to be bigger than the other kids on the opposing team he would lumber forward creating a hole for the running backs or just sort of became a wall obstructing others from getting to the quarter back when they threw the football. Like I said he was a big oaf at best, but so much bigger than the other kids to make a difference on the field.
The smaller boy was scrambling around now, and I saw him snatch something up off the ground as he staggered to his feet with his back turned towards me. The boy looked sleek and fit, his physique looking kind of sexy for a boy his age. I never really saw his face, but something seemed familiar about him as he started to bolt for the gate.
“Stop…Arturo wait,” I shouted not expecting him to listen, but for some reason he did, and I guess it was because his parents taught him to be respectful of adults, a rare thing indeed with most young kids these days.
Over the years I recalled several times where Arturo would get into trouble and his parents lecturing him that he must live up to his name, which means noble and courageous. He was their youngest child of four and only son, so they expected more out of him since he was the only other man of the house.
Making my way over to the young boy I could see his shoulders slumping forward as he slowly turned around to face me. He looked to be a little under five feet tall and about eighty five or ninety pounds. He had on a pair of cutoff jeans that looked old and worn, not to mention a bit tight on him showing off a decent sized lump for a boy his age. His blue jersey also looked a bit worn but clean. It indicated to me that he was from a family that didn’t have a lot of money, but still cared enough to provide clean clothing for their kids. There was blood trickling from the corner of his lip where the older boy had kneed him in his haste to get away.
Sighing at Arturo’s disheveled state I reached out and lifted his chin to get a better look at the damage. “Come on up with me Arty so we can take care of your lip. It’s bleeding quite a bit so let’s see if we can get it to stop.” I told him turning and heading back towards my house without waiting to see if he would follow me up.
The boy seemed to hesitate a moment before I heard him shuffling his feet chasing after me. Unlocking my door I stepped back into the coolness of my place motioning for Arturo to take a seat on the barstool at the kitchen counter. Compared to outside the house was cooler, but I always kept it set around seventy four degrees. Since it got so hot outside I discovered a long time ago having the temperature set a bit higher inside the house seemed to be more comfortable overall. I think it had to do with the fact that it wasn’t so shocking to our bodies walking back and forth between the outside and inside where the temperature range is so dramatic. This way it was still cooler inside the house, but didn’t seem like it was freezing.
I heard Arturo sigh, but he did as told sitting down on the tall stool. He was swinging his legs back and forth making that nice bulge of his squish around in his tight shorts, and I noticed he had taken off his shoes. ‘Polite to the end’ I thought to myself as I smiled inwardly at his well behaved manner and how cute he had become this past year.
I grabbed a couple of towels putting ice in one and getting the other one wet before I made my way over to the twelve year old boy. Now that I knew who the boy was I also knew the kid’s age. He looked really nervous so I smiled warmly at him and began to wipe away the blood from his lip.
“You’ve gone and grown up on me.” I spoke softly to him trying to get the conversation going as I sighed shaking my head. “I should have come and visited with you guys like I used to, but it just seems these days I’ve been so busy. It broke my heart when your father died Arty.” I told him honestly as he just looked down at his feet and nodded his head.
My heart broke seeing twelve year old boy this sad, and I winced knowing that I had opened up wounds that weren’t physical, but rather buried inside of him. A sort of odd silence fell between the two of us while I wiped away the blood from his lips before putting the towel with the wrapped up ice against his lip seeing him wince for a second.
“So, what was that all about, and how did you guys manage to get inside my locked gate?” I asked him as he seemed to look away in shame not answering my question. “I see…um…I guess the gate has been acting up lately so I’ll have to pay for a locksmith to come in and have a look.” I told him honestly noting that lately the gate really didn’t latch shut at times.
There has been a time or two where I’ve come home to see the gate sitting ajar. I did know the gate had a spring on it that pulls it closed and it automatically locks, but for some reason sometimes it just bounces back open before the locking mechanism has a chance to engage.
“N…no please don’t spend your money on something that isn’t broken?” I heard the small boy state barely above a whisper as I gazed at him intently.
He was still looking downwards, but I could tell he was blushing feeling ashamed about something. “Arty, it’s alright…really.” I tried to comfort him as I gently lifted up his chin so he would look at me.
My breath caught in my chest having forgotten just how mesmerizing his eyes could become. His gaze settled on my brown sympathetic eyes as wetness seemed to pool around the edges of his sparkling emerald like gaze. He had such an intense stare that seemed piercing in his darker features when he looked at you. He was a very handsome boy with jet black hair, dark eyebrows, and an oval shaped face that was almost more round than long. With his full pouty like lips, small button like nose with nostrils that flared out a little, I had to admit that he was growing into a fine looking young kid. I had no doubts that soon enough there would be plenty of skirts chasing after him, if they weren’t doing so already.
Reaching into his pocket I noticed him pulling out a set of keys while something else seemed to fall out at the same time. Bending over I picked up a crumpled up twenty dollar bill realizing this is what he must have picked up off the ground and shoved into his pocket earlier. Looking at the young boy I noticed him turning several shades of red as I held it out to him, and with a shaking hand he accepted the money tucking it back into his pocket.
“P…please don’t be mad at me.” He sniffled handing me the set of keys. “I…I thought you were already gone for work, and it was the only place…,” he trailed off as I filled in the rest of the blanks.
He had been looking for somewhere private to go with the older kid, but for the life of me I still couldn’t figure out why he would want to do something like this with that nasty ass brutish kid. Then it dawned on me as I just looked at Arturo making him flinch when he realized I had pieced together the puzzle.
“Arty…oh Arty…I’m so sorry.” I whispered softly to him as the tears just sort of started to tumble out of his eyes.
Just the idea of him giving someone a blowjob for money made me want to gag. For the life of me I couldn’t understand what would make him so desperate to do something like that in the first place. A boy his age shouldn’t even be with another older boy like that, but rather learning about himself sexually with other kids around his own age.
Reaching out towards him I started to caress his shoulders sympathetically. He flinched at my touch making me wince at his rebuff. He seemed startled and looked at me apologetically making me realize his rejection hadn’t been intentional.
“Arty I just don’t understand why…I mean did you even enjoy it…is it something you wanted to do or were curious about?” I asked him not knowing how to talk to him about this as he just gazed towards me.
His look of ‘how can you even ask that, told me all I needed to know as I just sighed sadly at him. “Y…you won’t say anything to my mom…please Mr. Will. It would just break her heart…and…and it’s kind of embarrassing.” He pleaded with me using the compromise with my name we had come up with many years back as I sat down next to him.
“No Arturo I promise not to say anything, but I just don’t understand. I mean why?” I asked him as he tried to wipe away the tears of shame from his face.
“I…we…it’s just been so hard lately…you know with papa passing away…and the money to pay for our home. It is just too much for my mom. Even my older sisters are working and helping out, but we never seem to be able to catch up. I…I just wanted to help out somehow…and…and this just sort of happened is all.” He told me sincerely as I nodded my head.
“I see…but Arty you have to know this isn’t the way. I mean how long have you been doing this?” I asked him seemingly shocking the boy with my question.
“W…what…I mean never…except…um…you know…just now.” He admitted to me as I nodded my head and sighed in relief that at least this wasn’t a regular type of thing and for all practical purposes hopefully a one time deal.
“That’s good then because I want you to promise me no matter what you won’t do something like that again.” I told him as he just sort of gazed at me with a torn kind of look making me wonder what was so difficult about this kind of promise.
“Never…I mean even with…um…you know…someone I like?” He questioned me seriously catching me off guard with such an innocent reply regarding the whole sex thing as I noticed him reaching down to adjust his good sized lump in his shorts.
It had just been a subconscious grope on his part, something typical of kids that hit a certain age, but it made me realize just how much he’s grown and matured in just a short few months. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes just continued to stare at his crotch for a second or two while I tried to recall the last time I had seen him naked.
I’ve watched him grow up over the years, and have seen him naked from time to time. Since his family’s been over to my place on numerous occasions letting the kids swim in the pool and have parties, there’s just been those times when I’ve seen the kids naked. The last time I saw Arturo completely naked was at his sister’s birthday party. He was eleven at the time and it must have been about eight or nine months ago, a few months before his father passed away.
As always the kids were there with their friends having the birthday party. Arty was wearing a pair of white cotton shorts to swim in and once they got wet there was little left to the imagination of what he had between his legs. You could clearly see the outline and skin coloration of his soft sleek two inch penis, and a small tight little boy pouch. He swam around all day like that never even bothered by it, and to be honest no one even cared. After all he was still just a little kid, and it was obvious he hadn’t started puberty yet.
Towards the end of the day his dad and I were sitting and chatting by the bar when he came over with his change of clothes. His sisters had headed with their mom and aunts to the change rooms, so he came straight towards us. As we chatted Arturo’s father helped him get changed. In years past they would just pull off his swim trunks, dry him off, and get him dressed without worrying about who saw him.
That seemed to have changed this time around as Arty held the towel around his waist, but open in the front so his dad could help get him changed. Basically it hid his nudity from everyone around him except for his father, and of course me who was sitting right next to his dad. I guess at eleven things were slowly starting to change for him. Sure he had those flimsy shorts on that didn’t hide all that much when he was swimming around and goofing off with everyone, but to be stripped completely naked in front of others now that he was eleven was a completely different matter. It didn’t seem to bother him though that I was sitting there and could see him getting stripped butt naked.
As his dad pulled down his shorts my suspicions were confirmed. He still had that small little boy penis and pouch typical of most eleven year old boys. Not much had changed on him over the last few years as I gazed at his nice sleek darkly tanned body, and I knew that wouldn’t change until he began puberty. He was uncut, which had always made me curious over the years because until him I had never seen another boy who still was intact. I know it sounds strange, and I’ve even lived in many different places over the years, but still I had never seen an uncut penis until Arturo. I might have when I was younger, but back then those sorts of things just weren’t on my mind so I just couldn’t recall ever seeing another boy with foreskin.
His penis looked to be about two inches long, maybe longer, but it was difficult to tell because of that tight pucker of skin protruding about a quarter of an inch or more past his knob, not to mention I’m sure the cold water kept it kind of skin tight on him. I always wanted to have a closer look; especially, at that piece of membrane that was tightly pinched together at the tip end of his penis. It had always made me wonder how and if his knob could slip past such a small opening, but he was still a little boy and I never crossed that inappropriate line with him. He was like family to me and I’d never want to hurt him by doing something that was improper.
As Miguel dried off his son I continued to watch, well more like drool over Arty’s sexy little body, as his sleek little two inch soft penis sort of waggled around in front of him. Just below that was his small tight pouch that hugged his body tightly with two distinct shades of brown, one a dark shade towards the middle, and the other a lighter pinkish brown coloration around the outer edges, effectively separating the contour of his fleshy boy bits. I could also just make out two small hazelnut sized rounded outlines of his testicles.
Arturo glanced over towards me noticing how I was just staring at his privates, but didn’t say anything. Instead, all of a sudden his penis began to get bigger and elongated into a full blown little boy erection. His cheeks became flushed turning red as he got a bit self conscious for a brief moment when he realized what was happening, but I smiled at him, winked, and shrugged my shoulders in a way that let him know things just happen. He smiled back at me seemingly no longer uncomfortable by the situation since I hadn’t said anything about it to embarrass him further.
Miguel never seemed to be bothered by it either, as he just took the end of the towel, and then rubbed it over his son’s petite rigid erection and soft little boy testicles making sure he was completely dry. However, I did notice Arty closing his eyes and quivering for a split second while sort of shoving his hips outwards as if he enjoyed the feeling of this type of contact. Of course there was nothing sexual about the situation, but still he was a boy and the unavoidable plain simple truth of the matter was that having someone else mess with his privates just felt good.
It was the first time I had ever seen Arturo with an erection, and for his age he didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about size wise as my own little soldier hidden safely within the confines of my shorts began to twitch with excitement. It was the first time I’ve had that sort of reaction towards Arturo, but it didn’t worry me because I’d never do anything to harm him in that fashion. I guess in a way it was the first time I viewed Arturo that confirmed him as a sexual being.
Continuing to stare at Arturo’s nakedness I noticed his hard penis never really thickened up all that much remaining kind of on the thin side, but it did elongate topping out at about three inches in length. I could see the thick blue veins along one side of his shaft as his foreskin was stretched tightly around his tube. His erection looked extremely hard reminding me of days gone by, and I could distinctly see the outline of his little acorn sized boy knob as the ridge and then smooth shaped cone pressed up against the tightness of his stretched skin. To me it just seemed that little boys always tended to have the hardest erections. As I continued to stare at his rigid tube, which now seemed to twitch a couple of times because of his father’s administrations, I began to wonder if he jacked off yet or not. These days Kids seemed to know so much more about the whole sex thing at a younger and younger age.
Shaking the cobwebs out of my mind I came back to the moment still staring down at Arturo’s bulge pressing up against his tight fitting jean shorts, which at the moment seemed to twitch making me think he might be getting hard. Ripping my gaze away from that sexy little bulge, I looked back up into the twelve year old boy’s eyes who gazed back at me intently still waiting for an answer to his question. I couldn’t help myself as I began to bust a gut because to be honest his reply really was just so sweet and innocent. Before long he was chuckling too wondering what was so funny, but not able to help himself because I was laughing so hard.
Standing up off the stool, I reached over and yanked Arturo to his feet pulling him towards me giving the smaller boy a warm tender hug. He stiffened up at first, but then immediately relaxed. It wasn’t as if he’s never gotten a hug from me, and in a way I was almost like an uncle to him so he just gave in and returned my hug with heartfelt warmth.
There was a kind of musky smell about him that made me quiver excitedly. It just served to remind me that he truly had matured a lot over the last nine months. He was bigger and seemed stronger. His body mass seemed to have filled out as well, not to mention I could feel his bulge pressing up against my thigh. If I didn’t know any better I could swear he was pushing his groin into me, and I thought I could detect a bit of a hardness in the area making me wonder again if he had popped a woody. It wouldn’t surprise me since it was obvious he was going through puberty at this point, and things like that just tended to happen more often than not.
We pulled apart a little, but my left arm remained around his back as I ruffled his hair affectionately with my other hand. “No Arturo, if you find someone you are interested in…you know…in that way…and if that person wants to as well…then by all means go for it. I just hope that maybe the two of you will be around the same age. You really shouldn’t do stuff with someone who is way older than you.” I told him seriously seeing him blush again and nod his head.
“Thanks Mr. Will,” he whispered as I motioned for him to take a seat again.
“Here, why don’t you just hang on to the keys. Besides, I’ve got a big favor to ask of you.” I told him as he just looked at the set of keys I handed back over to him, and then shoved them back into his front pocket before looking back at me questioningly.
“Um…sure…what do you need?” He asked me.
“Well, I think you noticed the condition my poor garden is in as of late. I know you often worked with your dad in the garden so I was wondering if you might be interested in getting it cleaned up again. I know it is a lot of work, and if you do tackle the project the only condition would be not to use any power tools. I know this makes it more work for you, but I don’t want you using those kinds of tools when I’m not around.” I told him as he seemed to light up.
“Yes, of course. I’ve always loved your garden and would love to work on it for you.” He immediately answered me making me smile.
“Good,” I stated as I looked at my watch. I had missed another bus, but if I hustled I could make it in time for the next one. “Come-on Arty. I’ve got to catch this next bus.” I told him as I headed out the door. “I think you already know the tools are in the shed over there. You can work on the garden whenever you have time. There’s plenty of water and juice in the refrigerator behind the bar, but no alcohol for you.” I teased him as he nodded his head and giggled. “Good…when you are here alone keep the gate closed and don’t have other kids over while you are here alone. No partying with other kids.” I emphasized while he nodded his head knowingly. “If you want to take a swim in the pool that is perfectly fine, and of course if your sisters or mom want to come over to use the pool that is fine as well. I just don’t want you here alone with other kids unless they are your sisters. If your mom is here you can have friends over. Fair enough?” I asked him as he nodded his head.
Arriving at the office thirty minutes later than usual I sat down and fired up my computer. It was still quiet around the firm though because people wouldn’t start showing up for another hour and a half, which still gave me plenty of time. Sifting through the small stack of certified mail that Mary had set on the corner of my desk the night before, I stopped for a moment furling my eyebrows lifting up a hefty large sized manila colored envelope taking a closer look.
“That’s strange…O’Banyon, Illinois.” I whisper out loud a bit surprised as I scrutinized it closer.
It had my name on it, but with the firm’s address, and I didn’t recognize the return name or address. It was also stamped important and private, which made me scrunch my eyes with curiosity. Since my name was on it instead of the firm I set it off to the side figuring maybe somehow someone from my High School days had tracked me down, not a simple task all things considering. After all most of my classmates knew me by my nickname, and even in my yearbook that is how it was listed. I’m sure the official records had my full name in them, but even that was a bit deceiving for personal reasons. I left that place behind me once I headed off to college and never looked back. Having moved around all my life it never even fazed me to do so. My parents had retired the same year I started college and moved to Florida, but my brother had moved here to Phoenix as well making this his home now too. He was married with a couple of daughters of his own, and I got to see them now and then during the holidays. Other than that we all seemed to have our separate lives.
Picking up another letter I tore it open and began to peruse through the contents seeing if it was something needing my immediate attention. I read two lines when my curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to open up the large certified manila envelope from Illinois pulling out a file folder of what looked like to be stacks of important information and documentation. As I quickly flipped through the documentation I began to notice paperwork from overseas as well, which confused me a bit so I took a closer look at the entire contents.
The information was overwhelming as I began to sift through it, and I sat back in my chair. After several minutes, and with my hands shaking, I set down the folder for a moment to gather together my thoughts. Between Arturo and realizing how he had matured as of late reminding me of when I had started to change at around the same age, and now this letter from one of my old towns during my Junior High and High School years, it was difficult for me to stay focused without my mind wanting to revisit that period of time in my past. Sighing I picked up the contents trying to focus on them as I allowed my mind to wander back to my younger teenaged years.
It was January and I just turned twelve in December when we moved from one of the small tropical islands in the Marianas to O’Banyon, Illinois, basically a small redneck type of town. To say that I was freezing my ass off was an understatement as I enrolled into the seventh grade of the local Junior High School. I know what you are thinking and yes I’m a year ahead in school so all the kids in my grade are a year older. Even though I’m a year younger than the kids I go to school with it had never really bothered me all that much, and I still managed to always make plenty of friends.
It was strange for me to be dumped into a freezing cold climate after living in eighty degree temperatures all year round for the past three years. I loved living on a tropical Island and wished my dad hadn’t gotten transferred, but that was just the nature of his job, and to be honest I really didn’t think all that badly of the move other than the rapid temperature change. It was a way of life for me, and in a way kind of adventuresome. It seemed as if we moved every few years to some exotic place or other. Yet, somehow this time around we ended up in Illinois, perhaps the most boring place in the world. To this day when I think of that State it sort of reminds me of a donut with it being in the middle where the hole is and the action all around it. To be honest I wished things had been the complete opposite with me living in this boring place when I was younger and getting to visit all these exotic places as a teenager. I think I would have appreciated it more.
On the way over to the mainland we had stopped for two weeks in Hawaii, which for me and my older brother the ocean water just seemed way too cold. The island where we had lived was surrounded by a coral reef so when you stepped into the ocean water it was like stepping into lukewarm silkiness. In December and January on Hawaii, both my brother and I seemed to shrug off going swimming in the ocean because of it being too cold for us. These days I’d jump at the chance no matter what time of year to take a dip in the sea waters surrounding Hawaii, but hey, what can I say…at the time we had been very spoiled with the milder ocean temperatures from where we had just left.
It was during our time on Hawaii that a profound step in my next phase of growing up happened. For some reason I just didn’t feel all that well when we arrived in Hawaii. I never said anything, but during one of our long days of journeying around taking in the sights of Pearl Harbor my mom noticed my socks had sort of slipped into my shoes and I was limping. I was so sick that I didn’t even want to bend over and straighten out my socks so had just plodded along not wanting to put a damper on everyone else’s day. I don’t know why I was feeling this way. It could have been just the change of locations, but that’s never happened before. As I think back on it now I’m fairly sure it was just a change my body was going through, and perhaps the stress along with the climate change even if just in Hawaii. After all Hawaii was a tropical paradise too, and for all intense purposes similar to where we had been living.
After my mom noticed the quietness of my mood, and the fact I wasn’t even willing to take off my shoes to straighten out my socks, she decided it was time to head back. I didn’t have a fever or anything; I was just feeling awful is all. When we got back to the hotel I hopped into the shower and that was when I noticed my first pubic hairs coming in. I had just turned twelve a couple of weeks earlier so I guess I was right on schedule with the next phase of puberty.
I had discovered the pleasures of masturbation about six months earlier quite by accident. The memory of that special moment still burns vividly in my mind to this very day. I was drowsing in bed at night within the confines of my very warm room. Most of the houses in our little neighborhood didn’t have air conditioning, but somehow we had lucked out with a housing unit that had three air-conditioners. There was one in the living room, one in my parents’ room, and of course one in my older brother’s room which being the youngest left me out in the heat. It wasn’t an easy deed to get an air-conditioner over there, and none of the houses came with central air-conditioning so I guess being the youngest I just had to suffer. Over the years my brother always complained about how I was spoiled because I was the youngest, but truth be told he was the one who always got everything just because of the simple fact that he was older. An excuse that was used over and over again, and to be honest I don’t think my parents ever realized it.
Anyway, it was late at night as I lay in bed just about ready to fall asleep. I guess I must have been sort of in that between stage of wakefulness and slumber. I don’t recall exactly when I started to sleep with my hands shoved down the front of my white briefs, I mean I don’t even know why I was wearing underwear in the first place since most of the times I slept completely naked it being just way too hot and humid in my room. I do remember being a bit uncomfortable wearing those tight white boy’s briefs, but too tired for some reason to take the time to pull them off. That night they felt constricting, and at one point I had glanced down at myself and was able to distinctly see the still immature little boy bulge between my legs.
I’ve never paid all that much attention to myself or what I had between my legs, but for some reason that night it had just sort of caught my attention. To this very day I can still vividly recall seeing that small little bulging protrusion pressing up against the white cottony fabric material of my briefs. So sure enough at some point during the night my hand was down the frown of my tight boy’s briefs just sort of playing around with my small little boy penis. I was just eleven years old at the time, and really didn’t know crap about sex per se. I mean of course I knew all about where babies came from and shit like that. I even sort of knew about masturbation, but just never really was all that interested in that sort of conversation with friends and all, much less acting out on it. Hell, I think it was kind of different with almost all of the kids I hung around with back then. It just seemed different with us, and not like it is these days with all the sex talking hype and stuff. So I guess what I’m saying is that even though I knew about sex and stuff it wasn’t so up front and center on my mind at age eleven and a half.
So I’m almost asleep as I’m sort of absentmindedly fiddling around with my small soft two inch circumcised penis. At my age I guess you could say I was sort of average in the pecker department, or I guess more accurately just a bit on the smallish side of things. Of course I’ve seen other boys naked my own age and stuff, and they seemed to be a bit bigger than me down there, but that sort of thing never really bothered me before and I wasn’t ever teased about it either so wasn’t in the least bit concerned. I still walked around naked in the house so the whole nudity thing and how I looked never really fazed me one bit. Hell for that matter I still walked around naked well into my High School years. I guess I must have been around sixteen or so when I stopped doing that sort of thing. Around the house it really wasn’t that big of an issue to be naked.
I’m almost asleep now when all of a sudden my entire insides jolted with electricity as something shot out the tip end of my bullet shaped knob to splatter all over the inside of my palm that had been absentmindedly stroking my flaccid tubularness. It was my very first orgasm and it was a wet one to boot. Don’t ask me why I shot my load while I was completely soft, but I did. I guess it was just one of those things where my body had started to produce semen, and since I was sort of playing around with myself absentmindedly it just sort of happened. More than likely I might have had my very first wet dream that night, but I was still half awake so had my first orgasm instead. My whole body convulsed with excitement and such an exhilarating feeling that left me breathless as my orgasm gripped my body for all of three seconds allowing me to pump out my now life giving seed.
It is truly indescribable, a person’s first orgasm that is. It’s a feeling one never truly wants to forget, and always wants to reproduce. Sadly though, I don’t think that first time special feeling can ever truly be replicated. Now, as I am lying on my back with my mind reeling from the aftereffects of the wondrous feeling I slipped my hand out from beneath my underwear looking at it in bewilderment.
I sort of knew what had happened as I rubbed the slippery slimy clear substance in my fingers before just wiping them off on the sheets. It didn’t take me long after that to fall asleep into a deep slumber, which left me refreshed in the morning.
Like I said I sort of knew what had happened, but really didn’t know anything about masturbation or anything. However, instincts just sort of took over and the following night I crawled into bed completely naked as I started to fiddle around with my flaccid two inch boy pecker watching it come alive and stiffen to about two and a half inches or maybe a bit longer. I don’t think I had a three inch erection at that age, but I never really measured it back then either. Also, it didn’t really seem like it was all that thick either. I have to be honest though I truly am a bit on the small side of things as an adult too where my penis is concerned. To this day as a grown man I have about a four and a three quarter inch erection maybe a bit longer, but no way larger than five inches. I’ve measured it a few times along the way, but never was one who is hung up on the whole penis size thing regarding myself; although, I do have to admit that later on as a teenager that sort of thing played prominently in my mind concerning other boys.
So now I’m laying on my back playing with my extremely hard penis trying to figure out how I could get those wondrous feelings again. Since I really don’t know about the whole masturbation thing I start to rub my penis between the palms of my two hands. I had done a lot of camping and wilderness survival so had learned how to rub a stick between my hands using the friction to get a spark to light a fire. That sort of process takes a long time and a lot of patience, but it does work if you keep a steady rhythm with it as your hands rub back and forth all the way down the length of the stick before adjusting them to the top working your way downwards again.
I guess it was the image of my penis being like a stick, albeit a very small one and more like a short twig, where I got the brilliant idea of trying to rub it between my two hands to make it feel good. So I got to it and began rubbing my penis between my two hands when all of a sudden my body lurches upwards again surprising me once more with the quickness of the intensity. The feeling lasts only a few moments, but it is so unbelievably incredible.
Once more I squirt a small amount from the tip of my penis as the force and intensity of it sort of splatters against the bottom side of my chin. It was only a couple of drops, but still I thought my little canon was pretty powerful to shoot the stuff that far. From that day on I work my penis almost raw every night getting myself off. It isn’t until six months later, about the time we move, that I discover the normal way of jacking off by pumping my fist up and down the length of my short stiff erection. Perhaps due to the smallness of my length the first method just sort of worked the best to start out with. These days I realize many younger kids tend to use one or two fingers and their thumbs to get off if they are still kind of on the small side.
Six months later now I’m in Hawaii noticing the first strands of pubic hair that seemed to have sprouted overnight as if on cue for turning twelve years old. Of course I never really looked for them before so they could have been sort of growing for a while now. In opinion though, I think the pubertal change my body was going through is what sort of threw my system out of whack in the first place making me feel so sick. Perhaps it wouldn’t have affected me so much had we not been in the middle of moving, but I still believe all the changes at once is what was making me feel the way I was. Despite how crappy I was feeling it didn’t stop me from soaping up my little soft boy penis bringing it back to life and enjoying a nice stroking session while in the shower.
My penis felt hard and all slicked up in my small pumping fist as I started slowly allowing the insides of my body to get those tingling sensations. It normally doesn’t take me all that long to blow my meager contents, but with me feeling a bit off it just took a bit longer this time around, but still not all that long as all of a sudden my body tensed up and a grunt escaped my mouth. I could feel my butt cheeks clamping together and my hips thrust forward. I immediately sucked in air trying to stifle my unintentional groan because we were in a hotel room, and I was afraid my folks or brother might hear me.
My knees started to buckle, and I had to lean up against the wall because I was weak from how bad I had been feeling that day. Somehow though I was starting to feel a bit better after my orgasm as I finally pushed away from the shower stall, bent over cleaning up the tiny mess I had made, and dried myself off. I slept soundly that night and felt much better in the morning. By the time we get to Illinois I was completely over whatever had affected me.
Slowly I let my past slip away from my conscious mind as I once more came back to the here and now of present time. I sat back in my chair setting down all the paperwork I had been sifting through. Biting my lower lip I looked at the time and sighed noting I’ve been at the office close to thirty minutes now and other people at the firm would be showing up here soon to start their day. Sitting up in my chair I began sifting through the paperwork real quick and found what I was looking for as I picked up my phone, and dialed the number. Maybe it wasn’t too late that someone might still be at the number I was calling over in Europe. I’ve dealt with plenty of companies overseas before, so had no problem recalling the international code and added the other numbers I found in the documents.
As I wearily hang up the phone I glance at the clock and notice I’ve been on it for over an hour now. It’s been quiet, and it dawns on me that Mary should have arrived at the office already. This was so unlike her and I reached for my phone again to give her a call when I suddenly remembered that she had an appointment first thing this morning down the hall with the senior partners. I set the phone back into the cradle, and just as if she had been reading my mind, I heard a soft knock on the door as Mary walked into the office.
“Good morning Will,” she greeted me pleasantly enough, but I just took one look at her and sighed shaking my head.
“They didn’t give you the raise.” I stated simply as she just smiled back warmly at me shaking her head no.
“Of course they didn’t. You know they wouldn’t do that making me the highest paid in my position in this firm. They just can’t allow it since their own secretaries have been with them for years.” She replied in a matter of fact kind of way.
“That and they are a bunch of tight asses who won’t open up their wallets if their life depended on it. Let’s face it Mary you do twice the work those old geezers’ secretaries do, and you are an essential part of my success here in this firm. I know what you are capable of, and it is why I have given you those extra responsibilities. If nothing else they should recognize this and compensate you appropriately.” I sighed showing my disgust, and letting her know how I felt about things.
“Well I’m glad you feel that way Will, but other than Mr. Middleton no one else felt the same way. It’s not like it used to be where he had complete control. With having other senior partners now some decisions are just out of his hands. I don’t think he cares that much for how things have turned out for the business he created from scratch. But anyway, we all know where the success of this business comes from, and without you I’m sure this firm would have tanked long ago. At least they had to give you a junior partnership; although, from the comments I hear from other secretaries those old geezers weren’t happy about it.” She stated sincerely happy for me at least, but still disappointed.
“Well, not to worry. There is more than one way to skin a cat. So, tell me how is Tim doing? It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and I bet he’s grown a lot. I mean, I’ve gone to some of his games and stuff, but haven’t been able to really sit down with him lately like we used to. Besides, at fourteen I’m sure he’s got plenty of other things to do.” I chuckled seeing her light up at the topic of her son.
The boy was her pride and joy in life, and consumed her every waking hour. When she got pregnant with Tim his father just up and left her high and dry. She’s been taking care of him all by herself and doing a wonderful job of it. Her son really was a sweet kid with a very warm disposition. He was popular in school with the other kids, and just seemed to have a way about him and carried himself in a likeable kind of way. He was a good enough student getting decent grades, and also excelled in athletics. Tim was one of those kids who was very good in both academics and sports, better than most of the kids in his class, and this is one reason why he was popular with just about everyone.
“It’s funny that you ask because to be honest just last night he asked about you too. I think he misses you, but knows you’ve been busy. Don’t think though that he doesn’t notice when you show up at some of his games. I know he really appreciates your support and so do I. You’ve been there for him when he’s needed advice, and I don’t think I’ve ever told you thank you for that. I know sometimes boys need a male role model to confide in, and I appreciate you stepping in at times to help him out.” She smiled as she showed me some of the latest pictures of her son.
I had to admit he was a striking looking young man at fourteen years old, and I was pretty sure must be getting plenty of girl action by now. Some of the pictures showed just how much he had grown. He still kind of had that lanky build with long legs and arms, but seemed to finally be growing into them no longer looking so gangly. From what I could tell he looked to be about five foot two inches tall and about ninety five or a hundred pounds. All in all a very nice build.
As I gazed at the latest picture with him in his Lacrosse uniform he seemed to already be exuding an air of confidence about him at such a young age. From experience I knew that he was way more mature in attitude than most other boys his same age. The image I was looking at was a close up picture from the waist up, with him holding his head gear in one arm and his lacrosse stick in the other.
What grabbed my attention in the photo was his mirthful brown eyes that seemed to dance around in a lively fashion as they conveyed the happiness and joy in his life. You could tell he was one of those happy go lucky kids who just lived life. His face was unblemished without the typical pimples that plague most teenagers these days, but I figured this was because of his diet. Even though at times he indulged enough with the typical teenage fare to satiate those types of cravings, for the most part his diet was a very healthy one. His square to round face showed the signs of manhood knocking on the door, yet they still had that youthful aspect that seemed to dominate his features. Even though he was beginning to show signs of manhood in his facial features I could tell it would still be several years before he would finally succumb to that complete transformation in his looks. He had brown hair that was cut in a way to accentuate his facial features. They draped over his ears halfway, was parted on the right side, and also hung partially over his forehead in a way that didn’t hide his face.
Shaking my head I just looked up at Mary. “That is one great looking kid Mary. You must be very proud of him.” I told her seriously as she just beamed at the compliment.
“Yeah, he’s kind of turned out alright, hasn’t he.” She confided as we both just chuckled.
Sighing I looked down at the stack of paperwork sitting on the desk, my eyes falling on the thick folder I had received today. Even though I enjoyed our conversations; especially, when we talked about Tim, I knew there was a lot to do today. Mary seemed to sense it as well and smiled knowingly.
“So, what’s on the agenda today.” She asked me taking the first step to starting our day.
“I need to make some important phone calls today. Here’s the list of things I need you to get squared away.” I told her handing her a list, and then reaching into my file drawer I rifled through it for a moment and handed her another folder. “At some point I also need you to look over this paperwork and get back to me when you have a moment. If I’m on the phone just wait until I’m done so we can go over the documents.” I finished off as she took everything with her and closed the door behind her.
It seemed as if Mary had just stepped out of the office when I heard her knocking again and quietly stepping inside taking a seat across from me just as I hung up the phone from my most recent call. My ears were red and sore from having the receiver up against them for so long. Normally I do my calls on speaker phone, but it seemed as if each call I made today the recipient on the other end had so much noise going on in their office that it was just easier to hear them this way.
Even when I had made my first call, which was Arturo’s mother to inform her that her son was over at my place, it seemed as if there was a whirl of raucous activity happening at her house as she tried to take care of getting everyone ready for the day. It had made her happy to hear from me, and also a bit relieved that her son would have something constructive going on now that school was out. Of course I didn’t tell her about what happened earlier that morning, but she did hint to me that she had been concerned about him lately, and hoped that doing some things over by my place would help. I got the distinct feeling she was hopeful that having a man around would sort of fill in some gaps for her son that had been left behind when his father had passed away.
As I hung up the phone with my latest call, and checked off another item on my ‘to do’ list, Mary smiled at me. “So, it sounds like you just got off the phone with the airlines. I guess its official then, and you are finally going on vacation.” She beamed at me and seemed genuinely happy.
“Yeah, well I guess you can say that,” I chuckled. “Anyway, later this summer I want you to take some time off with Tim. You guys deserve a break and some time off together as well.” I stated holding up my hand to stave off any protest. “I already made arrangements for you two before school starts up for him again, and it is all taken care of so no excuses that you can’t afford it.” I told her as she began to protest again, but then clamped her mouth shut when she saw I was dead serious just shaking her head.
“I don’t know what to say Will, this is just way too kind of you; especially, in light of this.” She told me holding up the folder I had handed to her earlier.
“So you looked it over and everything is in order?” I asked her as she just frowned at me.
“Yes, but are you sure…I mean…why are you in such a rush to have this put in place, and won’t this get you in some hot water?” She asked me as I leaned back in my seat.
“Listen Mary, those assholes may not know how important you are, but I do. I know as a junior partner I can’t give you a raise, but my contract allows me to set aside a certain percentage of my bonus pay for a donation or trust fund towards a charity of my choice. In return the firm has to match those funds dollar for dollar. I know you needed the raise because Tim is getting older and in a few years he will be heading off to college. Tim has good grades and excels in sports, but these days that isn’t enough for a scholarship. Any more I’m afraid kids have to be the best in both cases, and not just really good. He’s good enough in both areas to be accepted just about anywhere he wants to go, but it is going to cost.” I assured her as she just shook her head at my suggestion.
“That’s just fine Will, but maybe you should run it by the senior partners first, and sort of ease them into the idea instead of just forcing the issue. Besides, there’s no real hurry, and a month or two won’t make any difference.” She responded as I just shook my head.
“I’m afraid we need to put everything in place now.” I emphasized to her.
“Why’s that…I mean…unless you have a big account coming in that I don’t know about the bonus money doesn’t even come into play yet?” She responded as all of a sudden it finally dawned on her. “Oh…I see.” She responded scrunching her eyes at me. “There’s something happening right now that you’ve been working on. No wonder you’ve been burning the candle on both ends of late. I thought it was because of you getting ready for your vacation, but it’s more than that…isn’t it?” She asked looking at me.
“Yeah it is, and if everything falls into place here real soon like I suspect it might this would mean a big jump start on Tim’s scholarship. I need this put into place today so there won’t be any issues. I only need one senior partner’s signature to make it official, and I’ve already talked to Matt about it. He doesn’t know about the possible new account yet, but he suspects I’m working on something. I know the other senior members are going to have a fit because if I’m right this is going to be just huge, and the bonus money is probably going to be the highest this firm has ever dished out. It’s going to stick in their craw that I’m going to contribute the maximum amount allowable as stated in the contract towards the scholarship fund for Tim, which means they are going to have to match it as well. They would have been better off just giving you a raise because from here on out a lot of money is heading into that account. By the time Tim goes to the college of his choice I want that fund to be stuffed so full of money to not only pay for his tuition, but living expenses and everything. I want to bleed those old geezers’ bottom line and their pocket books as much as I can.” I laughed at the idea of sticking it to the senior members, but they brought this on themselves for being so damn greedy.
From Mary’s expression I could tell she was afraid of any reprisals they would dish out towards me, but I already knew that there wasn’t much they could do. Their laziness was catching up to them, and with most of the major accounts coming into the firm because of me they had to be careful not to tip over the apple cart. Besides, there were some behind the scenes wrangling going on, and soon enough Matt and I would be in a position to make some much needed changes in the firm’s hierarchy. At least that is what we were hoping for.
Looking at my watch I motioned for her to sign the documents. “Just sign the paperwork Mary, and don’t worry about any reprisals. I’ve already dealt with anything that could come our way. I need to get this done, and then take care of a few more things before I head home early today. I’ve decided to start my vacation tomorrow, so will need you to look after things while I’m gone. I’ll be home taking care of some more things before I actually start my vacation, but beginning tomorrow for all practical purposes I will be on hiatus and won’t be coming in to work. I’ll inform Matt when he signs the paperwork. I’m sure he will finally be happy that he’s managed to kick me out for a couple of weeks.” I chuckled as I reached over and took the now signed documents from Mary.
She thanked me once more profusely for looking out for her and her son. To be honest I couldn’t be more than happy for doing this one small thing for her. She deserved this, and her son deserved to have the opportunity college would provide for him in life. I in turn was making more than enough money to afford this small gesture. Besides, half of it will be coming from the firm’s coffers anyway, the coffers that I’ve been stuffing full of money. So in a way, it was also a chance for me to reap some of the benefits. The senior partners couldn’t say anything because there wasn’t personal gain for me other than providing a scholarship for someone I knew that wasn’t family. My contract was very specific that I couldn’t set something up like this that would benefit direct family members, but Mary wasn’t officially a part of my family so it made this move perfectly legal. Of course as far as I was concerned both Mary and Tim were family to me, and her son even referred to me as Uncle Will.
This is the first time I’ve been home this early from work in years. It was early afternoon, and as I stepped through my locked gate it was already broiling hot outside making me sweat. The damn tailor made suit I was wearing didn’t help matters any as I slowly trudged up the stairs. Of course the suit was an essential part of my wardrobe for my job, and I looked sharp in it, but it was uncomfortable to wear in this sort of heat we tend to get in Phoenix.
On the way home from work I picked up a large Meat Lover’s deep dish pizza from Luigi’s, the best damn pizza joint in the area. I had called ahead before I left work, and by the time I arrived it was ready to go. The bus driver gave me enough time to run in and grab the pizza before taking off once more on his route. This wasn’t the first time we’ve done this, and I always thanked him by way of giving him his own small pizza that he liked, the Italian with white garlic sauce, to munch on during his break.
Making my way to the side of the entryway of my gate I noticed it was slightly ajar. Slipping inside I pause for a moment to take a closer look at it. The gate has a spring on it that pulls it closed, but I noticed even though it still pulls closed that the spring is kind of worn out now. So instead of keeping enough tension on it to keep it in place until the lock latches, the gate sort of bounces back after it bangs up against the lock. In other words as the gate swings closed it hits the latch and bounces off of it before the locking mechanism clicks in place. Something I will have to get fixed since I’ve gotten used to just letting it close on its own.
The heat was making me wilt as I made it to the top and stared around in amazement. The garden looked so different already from earlier this morning, and it just astonished me how one young boy could get so much done in such a short period of time. There were several piles of branches, leaves, and weeds raked up in strategic places waiting to be disposed of properly. This was something Miguel had always taken care of, but now I realized it would be something I would have to deal with since Arturo doesn’t drive a truck yet. No matter it would be simple enough to take care of as I continued to survey the results completely satisfied knowing a lot of work had gone into Arty’s day.
Looking around for Arty I spotted some movement by the pool and headed in that direction. I was about ten feet away when I stopped dead in my tracks with my jaws dropping to my chest. Piled up in a heap of dirt and grime next to the pool were the boy’s filthy clothes, and settled in a lounge chair was a squeaky clean looking twelve year old boy lying on his back completely exposed. It didn’t take much to realize that Arturo must have taken a dip in the pool to cool off. Looking at the sparkling clean water I was sure he had rinsed off by the shower head before diving in because the pool also looked like it had been cleaned up. This seemed to be confirmed with some of the testing material lying next to his dirty clothes that analyze the chlorine levels in pools.
I took all of this in within seconds because what really grabbed my attention was the small naked figure of Arturo lying in the lounge chair slowly running his fist up and down the length of his hard shaft with one hand while gently fiddling around with his soft fleshy pouch. There was no doubt that he had changed in the last nine months as I continued to gawk at his naked splendor. He most definitely had matured with a nice hefty sized erection in both length and girth glistening damply in his hand. It looked to be over four inches long with a thickness to it making me smile appreciatively how much he had grown between his legs in such a short period of time. His boy pouch hung loosely between his firm athletic short legs weighed down heavily by his chestnut sized testicles. It amazed me how rapidly things can change when puberty hits a young boy.
It looked like he had been lying there for a while now because his silky black hair looked only slightly damp, and his body seemed to glisten with perspiration from the heat. Even the tight curly patch of silky black pubic hairs surrounding the base of his hard shaft seemed to glisten with a bit of perspiration making them shimmer. He was stunningly beautiful lying there in the way nature had intended him to be seen as I continued to appreciate what I was witnessing while he persisted to methodically stroke his nice fairly large twelve year old tubular hardness.
For the first time ever I saw his mushroom shaped knob when about two thirds of it slipped through the tight small opening of his foreskin, glistening wetly with slickness, and looking a bit on the purplish pink side. It was the second answer to one of two burning questions I had about him. The first had been if he jacks off yet, which as I watched was a resounding yes, the second one was if and how his knob could fit through that tight small opening of that piece of puckered up skin. That too was now confirmed and etched into my memory forever more as I quivered involuntarily with lustful thoughts.
My eyes continued to raze his beautiful fit and trim body noticing the obvious tan line across the mid-section of his body. His upper torso and legs had that velvety smooth brown buttery tan look to them in stark contrast to the almost creamy ivory paleness of his midriff, which only served to enhance the beauty of what lay between his legs. It was stunningly gorgeous in its divergent manifestation creating a stirring of emotions deep down inside of me. Not only did the stark contrasting nakedness of his body awaken my nether regions, but it also stimulated memories from my own past that I hadn’t thought about in years as my mind shifted to a time when I was about Arturo’s age.
We had just moved from a very warm temperate region to the freezing cold climate of the Midwest during the winter months. Now in the middle of January I’m in a new school making my way around like a frozen Popsicle all bundled up most of the time, even indoors. Of course back then we had to take physical education and were required to shower afterwards. I took showers in my other school so it wasn’t such a big deal to me even though I’m younger than the other kids. To be honest I really wasn’t all that smaller in height and stuff, maybe just a little, but not much, and I was also pretty active in sports and not all that bad at it either.
So after my first day of phys-ed I start to peel off my clothes without too much a care in the world. Well of course it is the middle of winter time in Illinois, and everyone was pretty damn pale white all over. It really didn’t sink in to me, but as I peeled of my clothes all the boys started to shoot glances towards my way. Living on a tropical island for several years had left my body so golden brown that I was just as darkly tanned as the Islanders. Spending just about every day in the ocean had not only left my skin looking goldenly bronzed, but had also bleached out my honey brown hair to a very light blonde color.
As I peeled off my clothes and exposed my bare ass it seemed as if everyone around me was starting to gawk. Well my ass, not to mention my one or two strands of hair covered pubic mound, is as lily white as their pale skin in stark contradiction to the rest of my dark brown skin. I’m pretty sure the contrasting-ness of it all pretty much showed off my little boy bits as well, or rather what could be seen of them. Like I’ve mentioned there really wasn’t all that much to gawk at; especially when I was soft, not to mention that I’ve just been downright freezing which tends to make things shrink a bit between a guys legs. Basically, just a small little puffy boy sack and pretty much nothing but my bullet shaped knob when I was soft is all I had to show for back then at that age. Even when I did get hard there wasn’t all that much more to show off. Of course my tan line, and I imagine the lack of anything to brag about between my legs, does elicit some giggles making me a bit self conscious about the stares I was receiving. To be honest though I was still pretty naïve back then, and it just didn’t sink in as to what the issue was.
The showers at my new school were sort of interesting. There were these sorts of square cubicles with walls about six feet high that had three shower heads in each one with many of these cubicles spread out and interconnected throughout the open space. I guess in a way it was sort of public showers, but also provided a little privacy. Looking back on it I guess it is a good way to allow kids who are more on the shy side to get used to showering in public. It forced them to take showers with others, yet also provided a bit of privacy with at the most maybe two other people in the cubicle at the same time. Now don’t get me wrong the cubicles weren’t small, and provided plenty of space so you weren’t bumping into one another or getting sprayed by the other shower heads.
Being new I sort of followed another boy through the maze of cubicles into one of the shower stalls. He didn’t say anything about it, and I caught him glancing at me once or twice, but I now know it was more because of the strangeness of me being so damn tanned. As I think back on it I have to admit that the other boy really was very cute and had a very nice looking penis on him. At this time I still didn’t have any feelings regarding the whole sex thing with other people, nor did I know my sexual preference, but I do have to admit seeing him naked with me in the stall sort of turned me on even though I really didn’t know that’s what it was at the time.
His flaccid penis was bigger than mine, and I would have to say probably average for a boy his age. If I were to guess a size I would have to say about three plus inches, and cut just like everyone else I’ve ever known. He was a good looking boy with dirty blonde hair, good build, and bright blue eyes in a very cute boyish face. He had a small patch of brownish blonde pubes, and his testicles swayed a little between his legs bumping up against his shapely thighs forcing his flaccid penis to bounce upwards every once in a while. For some reason his nakedness really stands out in my mind to this day, and it is a bit of a turn on recalling his exquisite physique as I gazed upon his nakedness for the first time. We are the only two in the shower stall, and I guess before I came along he always showered alone. He never said anything and never seemed to have minded that I had chosen that shower cubicle to go into from that day forward for the rest of the school year. Hell, to be honest what would a guy even say about it anyway. It’s not like it is a topic for discussion.
I sort of got to know him, but we really never were friends-friends if you know what I mean. He remained a good looking boyish like kid throughout our high school years, and to this day I sort of wish I had done something in a sexual way with him, but alas I guess it never was meant to be. Perhaps something could have come of things, but he didn’t live close to where I lived, and at that age it sort of makes a difference with that kind of thing due to the main mode of transportation being just a bike or skateboard.
The rest of the school year was fairly uneventful on all fronts. I joined the football team the following school year along with many other activities, and made friends like I always did when we moved. Illinois would prove to be our longest stint in one place with my parents extending their contract where they worked allowing me to graduate from High School before moving again. Now when I say it allowed me to graduate at the same High School I started in, I truly mean it just allowed me to graduate. The day after I graduated from High School we were on our way to my father’s new job in Florida. I guess he was getting close to retirement, and for some reason wanted to retire in a place I consider clichéd as hell. So yup, I had to say goodbye to all my High School chums and start all over again; although, to be honest I was heading off to college and I never really felt I had to put down roots there.
Of course as my grade seven school year headed into summer vacation my favorite pastime extra curricular activity was in full swing as I became an expert at the sport of masturbation. I swear for a two and a half inch erection it was getting the workout of a lifetime, and I was in top form as summer approached. I still really didn’t have any inclinations on the whole having real sex front, but it doesn’t mean that I hadn’t started noticing other boys and stuff.
There really wasn’t any true feeling on my part at that point that I was gay or anything, but I was starting to notice guys and they were frequently the brunt of my fantasies as I masturbated or dreamed about them at night. I never did experience a wet dream, and I guess maybe it was due to my extreme daily rituals of spanking that little monkey of mine that bounced around between my legs. Believe me when I say “at times,” it means I regularly masturbated myself to climax seven or eight times a day. Just about any time I made a trip to the bathroom or at every opportunity. I don’t know how I managed to ejaculate every time, but then again when I did they were just tiny spurts. Hell, I was jacking off so often that one time when I was sixteen and had my drivers’ license I actually pulled over the side of the road and pretending to take a piss jacked off as cars passed by. Of course to people passing me by on the road it was just a teenager behind a tree taking a piss, but man it was exciting to pull out that still small little hard boy sized penis of mine, and give it a good jacking as I dribbled my seed all over the plant life beneath my feet giving them a bit of fertilization. There is just something excitingly special doing something naughty like that in the open.
As I entered the eighth grade and turned thirteen in December, for all practical purposes I was still pretty much a virgin on all fronts so to speak. I mean, yes, a virgin in the real practical sense of not having sexual intercourse, but what I’m speaking about, a virgin in regards to messing around with others, having the feelings of a need to actually do things with others, and just the basic overall sexual kinds of activities most kids my age and a little younger start to yearn for already. Of course I was masturbating, but to be honest as I think back if I hadn’t accidentally masturbated myself that fateful evening when I was eleven years old, I probably still wouldn’t have been masturbating, or if so, it would have happened much later. I guess in the whole sexual feelings type of thing I was still a late bloomer type of a guy. Most kids by the time they are twelve sort of have that inclination and need for the sexual kinds of things with others, but for me I still didn’t have those sorts of feelings.
Of course I was looking around and even fantasizing, but for some reason it was just that, fantasies and no real need to actually having that urge to do things with others. I was masturbating regularly, but even that was just more along the lines of because I had become addicted in a way to have that sort of release it provided in my nether regions. It did feel wonderful, but never again how it had felt that very first accidental time.
Shaking my head my mind and thoughts once more comes back to the present time and I focus on Arturo completely mesmerized by the blurring movement of his small fist as it flies rapidly along the length of his shaft. Every time he stroked downwards his now crimson purplish glans would pop out glistening wetly with a bit of his pre-cum. I could see the slickness all up and down the entire length of his shaft adding to the lubrication process as his legs start to twitch around and his toes begin to curl. Arturo was very close now to blowing his cork as he panted for air, and even I was caught up in the moment breathing hard just watching the sexy sultriness of the boy’s action.
Then without warning I heard him yelp out in a girlish kind of voice before it turned guttural, and saw his large chestnut sized testicles lurch upwards as a clear like viscous substance spurt outwards from the tip of his flared out bulbous head. At the last moment he had shoved his hips upwards, slammed his fist downwards against his pubic mound exposing about two thirds of his glans, and then shot one powerful globular mass that slammed up against his quivering chest and rippling stomach. I could see the tsunami like wave washing over his body as he continued to tremble in a spastic bout of contortionism.
The boy’s testicles contracted upwards for a second time, squeezing out another small dollop of his seminal fluid that seemed to travel only an inch or two before gravity also forced it downwards to pool around his innie belly button. They leaped upwards for a third and final time as a small trickle of slimy transparent fluid seemed to ooze out the small slit at the top of his penis sliding down along the length of his shaft. The high of his orgasm seemed to linger on for a long time as his body would begin to settle down before once more twitching and jerking with excitement. This went on for several moments until I heard him sigh in relief his fist releasing his still hard and twitching penis. At last his orgasm had run its course as Arturo continued to moan and remain slumped in his lounge chair with his eyes closed seemingly completely satiated and out of breath.
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End of Chapter One
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