CHAPTER 02
ARTY AND TIM
THE PRESENT
SPEAKING OF SEX
WARNING: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention specific locations, places, or persons any resemblance to said people, locations, or places is completely unintentional.
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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 began 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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Not once had Arty even noticed me standing there watching him only a mere ten feet away. He had been so focused on what he was doing that he had blocked out everything all around him. Watching him go through what was only natural for a twelve year old boy had left me panting as well with my own erection leaking a bit inside of my pants. However, now after the fact, I was also feeling a tad mortified at having spied on him like this in what was obviously a very private moment. Not wanting to get caught standing there and gawking at him, I silently retreated while his senses were still reeling and all muddled up in the afterglow of his euphoric moment.
It was hot and I didn’t want to go all the way back to the bottom of the stairs so I stopped about a third of the way down and turned around. “Hey Arty, are you up there?” I yelled out to him giving the boy enough warning as I made my way up the stairs hearing a small splashing noise. “I brought back some pizza figuring you’re probably starving by now.” I finished cresting the top stair pretending to look around before making my way over to the side of the pool.
Arturo had jumped into the pool when he heard me yell up, probably because he was still coming down from the high of his orgasm with his goop splattered over the front of him. Now immersed chest deep in the cool waters of the pool I saw him just finishing up wiping himself clean before he made his way over towards the edge of the pool. He glanced up at me smiling nervously looking a bit guilty as if he had been up to no good. It made me chuckle inwardly because I knew very well what sort of naughty little thing he had been up to. I didn’t say anything though figuring he was only doing what boys do naturally at his age.
Laughing, I just shook my head looking down at him, and squatted down getting closer to his level of sight. “Well from the looks of the garden I guess you needed to cool off. It’s scorching hot out here so I can’t blame you.” I offered up to him by way of getting the conversation going, and to also deflect him from feeling so uncomfortable. “Everything looks really great Arty, so why don’t you get dressed and let’s grab a bit to eat.” I suggested to him as he just glanced towards his damp sweaty and filthy grime coated clothes with me following his gaze. “Oh, yuck…um…let me go to the change room and get a towel so you can get dried off along with a robe for you to wear. We can toss your clothes in the washer to rinse them out real quick while you eat and then dry them off.” I suggested setting the pizza on the nearby small table that had a large umbrella in place for some shade as I made my way towards the change room.
There was movement and a sloshing sound behind me so I instinctively turned around to see what it was. Arturo had pulled himself out of the pool, and was standing there completely naked with water dripping off of his body creating a puddle around his feet. Involuntarily I gasped again at the bronzed splendor quickly recovering as I took in his darkly tanned body with a lighter buttery ivory coloration around his midriff. His penis had softened shrinking down to about two and a half inches. His smooth tight boy pouch was now hugging his body closely instead of hanging down loosely like it had earlier when he was soaking up the warmth of the sun’s rays while lounging in the chair. I knew cold water had a way of shrinking things, and Arty had just now jumped in so I was sure it had shocked his nice toasty warm boy bits forcing them to automatically shrink up protectively.
I hadn’t expected him to simply hop out of the pool stark naked like that, but I guess it didn’t bother him since I’ve seen him naked on numerous occasions over the years when he came visiting to swim in the pool. Not wanting to get caught gawking at him, I immediately turned back around heading towards the change room. If I had made an issue of it, or said anything, it could have made him a bit self conscious about the situation. As it was kids these days grow up fast enough, and it was refreshing to see at least one youngster behaving in some ways like a little boy without some of the cares in the world.
By the time I returned back to the pool the warm sun had already pretty much dried Arturo off, and I noticed that his soft smooth leathery pouch had loosened swinging lazily between his legs. His flaccid boy tube had also relaxed some getting bigger and settling into its normal softened state. It was now about three inches long, looking fairly hefty in girth, and drooping over his smooth boy pouch. I tossed him the towel and robe, and studied him for a moment while he quickly ran the dry soft cottony material over his body. Not wanting to appear as if I was ogling him, I picked up the pizza and turned heading towards the building just as he was running the towel between his legs drying off his privates. While I made my way to the house he hurried to finish drying off, then draped the towel over one of the chairs before slipping his arms into the robe which hung loosely around him a few sizes too big. Stooping over, he picked up his filthy clothes, and hustled to catch up to me.
Setting the pizza on the kitchen counter I motioned for him to take a seat and begin eating while I took his dirty clothes from his arms. A minute or two later I had rejoined him after tossing his dirty clothes in the washer starting it up. I had to smile at him noticing he hadn’t even bothered closing the front of his robe not seemingly bothered by the fact I could see his naked body. In a way it kind of made me happy to know how comfortable he felt around me, reminding me of how close his family had become over the years.
“This is sooooo good,” Arturo smiled happily as I nodded my head in agreement taking another bite myself before heading over to the fridge.
“Yeah, I always love Luigi’s pizza. Want something to drink?” I asked him noticing the boy nod his head in the affirmative. “Milk, water, juice, or soda?” I offered up as he paused for a moment.
“Is it alright if I have some soda pop?” He asked making sure since I knew his mom didn’t allow him to drink too much of the caffeinated and sugary stuff.
“Yeah sure…you most definitely earned it, but we will compromise just for your mom’s sake.” I told him as I held up a can of root beer. “All the sugar, but no caffeine.” I told him laughing as he joined in and chuckled while nodding his head.
“Yeah, I suppose my mom at least won’t be too bent out of shape since it doesn’t have caffeine. Oh crap…I mean shoot.” He quickly amended momentarily forgetting an adult was around glancing at me to make sure he wasn’t in trouble.
“What’s wrong?” I asked brushing aside his word usage effectively letting him know I didn’t care about the whole ‘crap’ thing.
“Um…I never called mom or went home to tell her I was here.” He responded looking a bit mortified and worried.
“It’s cool Arty; I called her up when I got to work. She’s glad you will be keeping busy this summer.” I told him seeing the relief cross his features before his eyes looked at me a bit worried once more. “Don’t worry…I didn’t say anything about…um…you know.” I assured him seeing the boy relax once more yet still sort of blush a bit embarrassed about me catching him earlier that morning.
Not wanting to make him dwell on it any further I simply ignored the issue as I began chatting with him about how his school year had gone, and what else he had been up to. From what he told me I could tell that a lot of things he used to do in school or in general he had kind of let go to the wayside. He used to play different sports, and I also knew he used to play his guitar singing along all the time. Now, from the way he was talking it was as if all of that passion he used to have for those things simply wasn’t there anymore. I sort of began bringing some of these things up with him casually. I let him know at appropriate intervals how sad I thought it was that he wasn’t doing those things anymore while also trying to encourage him in a subtle way to get back involved with them. I didn’t want to pressure him or make him feel like I was forcing it on him, so just kept the conversation casual.
The pizza was huge, and we didn’t even manage to eat half of it when we both sort of began to moan feeling stuffed to the gills. “I’m done,” Arty finally announced, with me agreeing whole heartedly.
“Yeah, me too.” I replied covering the pizza up, and leaving it on the counter for now.
Then something happened, just like that out of the blue Arty looks at me before looking down, and blurts out. “Um…Mr. Will…do you ever…uh…I mean…when you were my age did you ever…you know…um…touch yourself…down there?” He asked me blushing as he nodded towards his privates making me automatically look down at his nakedness noticing it had sort of chubbed up a little. It was still flaccid, but I could tell it was beginning to stir a little as it sort of twitched upwards involuntarily on its own.
The question had simply come out of nowhere catching me by surprise. “I…um,” I began sputtering with my mind reeling while my mouth sort of got dry due to the awkwardness of the situation.
It kind of put me in a bit of a bind as I tried to figure out why on earth he would bring something like that up just out of the blue. I’m sure he would have discussed this with his father, but considering the situation now didn’t know where he could turn. If I went down this road I’d at least have to let his mom know in a generalized way that I had spoken with him about certain things. I was sure she wouldn’t be upset, but still it was something she would need to know in case it ever came up.
I’ve had this sort of conversation before, as a matter of fact with Mary’s son at about the same age, but I had been prepared for it. Arturo’s question really shouldn’t have surprised though because there truly isn’t a perfect time or place for such a topic. It does help though if there is some pre-warning that it is coming like in Tim’s case.
At the time Mary had casually mentioned things to me beforehand saying her son was getting a bit strange about things in general. The boy had been sort of hinting at things with her, but was seemingly too embarrassed to ask anything specific. She had asked me if I would be comfortable enough to talk to her son if he brought it up with me. I could tell it was difficult for her to even ask me, but I knew she also felt in a bit of a bind about it since her son didn’t have anyone else that he could confide in. In the end I told her that if it did somehow come up I would try my best, but asked if she was sure I should be the one to talk with him about such things. She had just shrugged her shoulders and said it was better me than her since that truly would probably creep her son out.
Not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable for Arturo, I took a deep breath, gathered my composure, and just gave the boy my full attention. “Um…Arty…maybe I should ask how much you know…about sex and stuff? I mean…have you and your dad…ever talked about this sort of thing?” I asked him knowing he would probably be a bit sensitive about bringing up his father into the conversation.
Sure enough when I posed the question he sort of flinched for a second, but then seemed to be alright with it as he just shrugged his shoulders shaking his head. “No…I mean…it’s just that before he…passed away…I…um…I didn’t have these kinds of feelings.” He admitted as he glanced over towards me to see if that was strange.
Smiling at him warmly I just nodded my head letting him know I understood. “I see, so I take it that recently you’ve started to…touch yourself…um…because it feels good?” I more stated than asked as he nodded his head.
“Um…yeah. A couple of weeks after papa passed away when I turned twelve I noticed…um…you know…things changing…down here.” He blushed as he pointed to his pubic hair still seemingly unconcerned that he was naked in front of me, and that I could see how much he’s changed. “It sort of happened real fast, and then one day I was in the shower and…um…you know…cleaning myself down there when all of a sudden…I…I…um…just felt so good that…uh…stuff sort of came out from my…uh…thingy. At first I thought I peed all over, but then knew something else happened…you know…different…um…sexual.” He explained to me blushing at having admitted something so private.
There was no getting around things now because we were both sort of committed to the conversation at this point. So as was the case when Tim brought up the whole puberty thing up a few years back, I decided to just keep things open and simple with the conversation.
“I see Arty. Well the first thing I want to say…and I realize you probably already know this…but all boys go through this sort of thing. Like I said, I’m sure there’s a lot you already know, but I can see there are other things that you aren’t so sure of and are worried about. Well, let’s just say there is nothing to be worried about because you are just going through puberty, like all boys have to do at some point or other. This happens to all boys, but it happens at different times for everyone. In many ways we all go through the same thing, yet in other ways it is also unique and different for each individual. What happened to you in the shower is what we call an orgasm, and it is something very natural so you don’t have to be afraid or ashamed that it happened. I bet it felt really good…,” I stated pausing for a moment as he sort of blushed and nodded his head. “Yeah, the first time always seems the best one ever, and it also seems to surprise most of us when it happens.” I added the last part chuckling and trying to interject a little humor into the conversation as I began to explain more to him while he listened to me intently relieved that I wasn’t teasing him personally about it.
He seemed happy that I was willing to talk to him about a touchy topic without making such a fuss over it. I could tell he had been worried that what he was doing, and how he felt, was somehow wrong. Slowly but methodically I got him to open up even more about himself regarding what was going on with him. At appropriate times I explained the typical things boys his age were curious about concerning the whole puberty issue. He admitted to me about jacking off a lot lately, and that he was having sexual fantasies. I assured him these things were only natural, and that many boys his age masturbated.
“Yeah…but sometimes…um…I…uh,” he stuttered and paused for a moment wondering how much he should tell me.
Not saying anything so he could take a moment to gather his thoughts together he just sighed and looked up at me. “Mr. Will, sometimes I think about boys too…you know.” He looked at me biting his lower lip nervously about what I would say about that.
“Oh…I see…and you think this is strange or maybe somehow wrong?” I asked him as he just shrugged his shoulders in a non-committal way. “Listen Arty, right now there’s all sorts of things you are dealing with because your body is going through so many changes. Just because sometimes you think about boys…um…in a…well…let’s just say that it doesn’t mean anything one way or the other. There are a lot of boys who do things together to help each other out, and it’s only natural to think about those things too.”
“Really?” He asked me looking relieved.
“Yeah…really Arturo. Just because you think about other boys, or even do some things with them, doesn’t mean you are gay or anything. I know you are kind of worried about that even though you didn’t say it specifically, but believe me there are a lot of boys your age who find out it is kind of nice to help one another out until they can figure things out; especially, where girls are concerned.” I told him noticing him blush and then sort of giggle nervously that I would even suggest he would have sex with girls or for that matter other boys even though I had caught him earlier giving a blowjob to an older boy. “I take it the guy this morning was the first time for you with someone else?” I asked him as he nodded his head a little self-conscious now about what had happened.
“Yeah, but I didn’t like it.” He admitted furrowing his eyebrows.
“Well, that’s because you knew deep down it wasn’t right for you, well at least not with him. It doesn’t mean that you can’t have a bit of fun with other boys if that’s what you want, and also as long as the other person is into it as well. It also doesn’t mean it makes either one of you gay. It’s just that you are starting to discover things for yourself. You know…about how you feel regarding certain things with others. In a way doing that sort of thing with friends and stuff makes great practice for later, when things happen for real. Not only that, the feeling is way better when someone else does it for you.” I teased him as he giggled nervously at my suggestion. “Believe me having a good friend your own age who can help you out from time to time can make your day.” I laughed seeing him blush, and also noticing he was starting to get hard. “Looks like you could use one of your buddies right about now to ease some of the tension.” I continued to goof around with him trying to lighten up the mood.
He looked down at himself his cheeks turning red before giving me a half hearted shove at my friendly banter. “Geeze for real Mr. Will, I can’t believe you just said that.” He giggled knowing I was just messing around with him. “Besides, aren’t you the one who just got done telling me this sort of thing will be happening a lot now…you know…down there, and that it is only normal.” He chided.
“I did, but still you might want to consider covering yourself up when that happens.” I chuckled shaking my head watching his boyhood continue to inflate as he just looked down at himself and then back up.
“Why…it’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before, and it’s not like you are a girl or anything.” He remarked innocently. “It doesn’t bother me if ‘you’ see me naked.” He emphasized a bit baffled that after all these years it would become an issue now.
“Yeah, but if you haven’t noticed things have changed a bit for you since then. I’m an adult who isn’t your dad, and it’s not like we are in a locker room getting changed or anything. Some people would kind of frown at the situation even though there isn’t anything bad about it between the two of us.” I tried to explain.
“Does it bother you seeing me naked? I mean do you think it is ugly or something?” He asked me once more surprising me by his questions because it wasn’t one I would expect as he gazed down at himself scrutinizing his privates a bit closer.
“Of course not Arty…I think you have a very sexy body and are a beautiful boy…it’s just some people might not understand.” I tried to explain to him as he smiled at my flattering comment while shrugging his shoulders.
“Well I don’t care if you see me naked then; especially, if no one is around. I don’t want things to change between us just because of this puberty thing.” He scrunched up his eyebrows trying to figure out what the whole to do was about this sort of thing.
Not wanting to make a big deal out of it I just shrugged my shoulders letting him know it was cool with me if that’s how he felt about it. The last thing I wanted was for him to become self conscious about the whole sex and nudity thing. It was bad enough these days that our society takes what is so natural perverting it making kids feel ashamed about their bodies, and what is happening to them. Besides, from personal experience I knew in the Hispanic culture boys were often teased about their endowment in a playful banter among their friends and family. To Arturo I was more like family.
“Anyway Arty, I know you probably still have a lot of questions about things, but for now maybe we should just let what we discussed sort of sink in so you can digest it. We will talk about it some more later on, or whenever you have questions about something, alright?” I asked him as he nodded his head. “Good then because I still have a lot of phone calls to take care of today. I’m going to drop your clothes in the dryer, take a quick shower, and then take care of some work. You can go for another dip in the pool, watch something on the television set, or get out a movie if you want. You know where everything is in the house, and can do whatever you want until your clothes dry. If you need something just holler.” I told him as I glanced at my watch noticing it was almost two in the afternoon.
It was still early enough in the day, and with a two hour difference between here and Illinois it still gave me plenty of time to make the calls before the offices closed down for the evening. I still needed to make some calls overseas as well to confirm the arrangements I had made earlier in the morning, but I wouldn’t be able to do that until later tonight since it was already eleven in the evening over there. I had managed to take care of everything earlier this morning with the airline tickets and all, but I still needed to double check on all the appropriate paperwork, and then confirm everything overseas. It was Illinois that was the crux of things, and the guy I talked to earlier this morning told me to call back later on around four in the afternoon. I had just enough time to grab a quick shower before making my call.
Arturo smiled nodding his head letting me know it was cool. “No problems Mr. Will.” He assured me letting me know he didn’t mind being left to his own devices for a while. “Would it be alright if I get cleaned up too?” He asked as I nodded my head letting him know it was alright, and not minding in the least knowing that even though he had hopped in the pool it still had been a long day for him getting all sweaty and grimy.
By the time I finished up with everything it was getting close to four in the afternoon. After my shower I had slipped into a pair of comfortable blue and red colored Under Armour polyester gym shorts that I normally wore around the house because they were comfortable. It wasn’t uncommon for me to walk around shirtless so I hadn’t bothered with a shirt because it was warm enough in the house. I also wasn’t worried about Arturo seeing me walking around like this since he’s seen me at the pool plenty of times dressed in just a pair of shorts or bathing suit.
Besides, I was pretty fit, working out almost everyday in my little home gym so it wasn’t as if I had anything to hide. To be honest when I got out of college I was getting a bit on the flabby side so had decided to get back into shape. Over the years I had worked out just about every day, and now had a pretty good athletic figure. I wasn’t necessarily buff or anything, but I did have wiry strong muscles. I had always been a stout kind of guy, but never fat or anything, and now that I worked out regularly I had a sort of solid figure in a very sexy kind of way if I say so myself. I’ve received many compliments from the female persuasion over the years who were hitting on me, and a good many of them were really very sexy women so I guess I did look good.
Making my way into the guest bathroom I noticed the rumpled up towel next to the washer realizing Arturo must have also hopped in the shower. I made a mental note to get another one out of the closet to replace the dirty one as I shoved it inside the washer to rinse out later on when I had more clothes to wash. I began sorting out Arturo’s clothing holding up his small Hanes white boy’s briefs which made me smile and shake my head. They looked really tiny in my hands as I inspected them. I noticed how even after being washed and dried there was a little bulge in the front area where Arty’s ample sized twelve year old boy bits would be snuggled up. Sighing, I folded them up wondering not for the first time what it would be like to have kids of my own. For a couple of years now I’ve checked into different options and possibilities of having my very own family.
Of course there was adoption, but I was a single guy and gay to boot, which of course wasn’t public knowledge. Still during the process this sort of question would naturally come up. However, these days it isn’t the whole gay thing that holds up adoptions per se, but rather the whole issue of me not qualifying just due to the fact I was single. There was also the scientific route with varying degrees of options in this regard as well. To be honest having a kid who was truly mine biologically was the most appealing to me, and also the more viable option legally. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t afford it or anything, but it just seemed that what truly held me back was my overwhelming commitment to work and how much of my time it took up. Having a family would most definitely change my lifestyle. Not that this would be a bad thing, but it had sort of been the determining factor of holding off on making that sort of commitment.
Finishing folding up Arturo’s clothes I picked them up heading out the door into the living room area. Looking around I didn’t see him there, and taking a peak out the window I noticed he wasn’t outside either, so made my way to the guest bedroom. The door was open so I stuck my head inside noticing the television running with Arty’s slight form spread out on top of the queen sized bed.
He looked so peaceful lying there asleep with his soft angelic features devoid of any stress or cares in the world. Slipping silently inside the room I made my way over to the bed, sat down next to him, and set his clothes off to the side. It was warm inside the bedroom so Arty dozed comfortably without any covers. He still had on the robe, but it was spread out along the side of his body leaving him completely exposed.
Arturo breathed in and out steadily in his sleep with his chest rising and lowering in an even rhythm. He had really smooth skin on his sleek physique as my eyes wandered over his nakedness taking in every little nuance. Except for a few minor scratches from the yard work he had done today the boy’s skin was silky smooth and unblemished. My gaze slowly traveled downwards settling on his light brown ivory toned mid-riff enjoying what I was looking at. He was Hispanic so naturally his body had that naturally buttery coloration, but his mid-riff was much lighter since it wasn’t normally exposed to sunlight.
I’ve seen him naked on several occasions throughout the years, but this was the first time that I’ve really looked at him this closely. Since he was asleep I took the opportunity to get a better look at a boy’s uncut penis as I scooted closer to him lying down right next to his slumbering body. The heat from Arturo’s slumbering form radiated outwards seemingly engulfing me in its warm embrace.
Leaning nearer I studied his soft three inch shaft noting how silky smooth his tightly wrapped skin looked as it tapered closed at the tip end of his penis. Now that I was closer to him I detected at the very nub end of his foreskin two slight wrinkles in an otherwise completely tight and smooth surface. Gasping at the compelling view I automatically inhaled inwards. Closing my eyes blissfully I savored the clean musky scent of soap, intermingled with his personal fragrance, as it wrapped around my head making me a bit lightheaded. It appeared to be stronger between his legs so I leaned in even closer taking a deeper breathe my head spinning even more while my body shuddered unexpectedly. It’s been years since I’ve smelled the familiar alluringly sensual sexy scent of a boy.
Opening up my eyes I gazed once more at the original reason why I had climbed in bed next to Arturo. My eyes focused on his boy tube noticing a large pulsing thick bluish vein running along the length of his shaft on the left side. There were other thin blue spidery like filaments that seemed to crisscross just beneath the surface of his tubular skin like branches of a river. The snug fitting foreskin wrapped around his bullet shaped knob like a surgeon’s glove while his loose pouch hung down between his legs. Looking closer I noticed that his left testicle seems to be slightly lower than the right one. This didn’t surprise me, and I knew soon enough both of them would be hanging down at about the same level as he developed further physically. Most of his pubic mound was still hairless, but he did have a nice tight dark patch of curly pubes surrounding the base of his thick shaft. All in all, not bad for a boy who turned twelve a month or two back.
Even though he had a small patch of pubic hairs already, his arms and legs were still relatively hairless making me smile appreciatively at the smoothness of his skin. I fervently hoped that he would be one of those kids who didn’t get too much hair on his body. I know that on some guys that can be sexy, but for some reason as I pictured him growing into a man I thought he would look better if he wasn’t so hairy all over.
Of course at twelve he was at the most beautiful point of his development in my opinion. I’ve always felt that boys around this age tended to be at the most striking point in their development. There was only a short few years in our lives as boys where we are at the peak of perfection. It tended to start around ten or eleven lasting for a few years into our early teen years before puberty runs its course. Once puberty finishes off with us there is no going back in time as our bodies propel us into adulthood from that point forward pretty much staying this way throughout our remaining days.
In and of itself there is nothing wrong with growing up and our bodies changing, but to me it just seems like there is only a short period of time during our transition when we have one foot on each side of the door. While one foot remains firmly planted in the realm of simplicity and purity, the other one steps over the border into the realm of obscurity and lost innocence. It is a time of: remaining naïve and knowing all is well in the world, newness filled with possibilities and discoveries, and our sexual awakenings with all it has to offer us. It is a time of balance, which slowly shifts into the realm of adulthood over a span of a few years where once we cross over can never go back. In a word it was a time of sheer…perfection.
Arty seemed to stir in his sleep for a moment before settling down as I watch his penis begin to inflate in front of me. This is the first time I’ve ever been this close as his erection grows right in front of my eyes. It was amazing to watch how three inches slowly rises and tops out at four plus inches, and how it seems to thicken in girth with his skin pulling ever tighter around his stout tube. Even his glans seems to flare out fatter as the foreskin seems to slip backwards a little or rather perhaps it is his shaft sliding forward. Once his penis stopped growing the tip of it was barely visible peaking out from beneath the hood of his jacketed sleeve.
The sultriness of the moment made me quiver nervously, and I felt an urge to reach out for Arturo’s large twelve year old hard endowed sexiness. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to hold an uncut penis in my fingers sliding the foreskin up and down a boy’s hard shaft. Swallowing the lump in my throat I stifled this urge as I sighed shaking my head at how wrong it was for me to feel this way towards the boy. Besides, Arturo looked so peaceful and at ease in his slumber state that I didn’t want to spoil the moment with my lustfulness. So instead I reach out and gently swirl my fingers through the dark silky hair on his forehead before stroking his cheek gently with the back of my fingers.
He responded to my gentle touch by inhaling softly his chest rising upwards. Reaching down I slowly ran the tip of my finger around his right nipple chuckling as goose bumps seemed to bubble up along the trail I leave behind. Arty’s eyes slowly flutter open, and he gazes up at me for a moment before he begins to smile happily. Without warning he reaches out rolling his weight partially on top of me as he throws his left leg over my waist while wrapping his arms around my neck.
He snuggles his body tightly up against me, and hugs me affectionately as his head uses my chest like a pillow. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that his erection is rubbing up against the side of my stomach. The move catches me by surprise, and I reflexively stiffen up for a second before relaxing returning his tender embrace. He shifts around a little, and it almost seems as if he is gently rubbing his groin into me, but I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or just something subconscious and innocent on his part.
“Um…so what’s this for,” I chuckle as I slowly run my fingers across his back feeling him shiver in my arms at the tingling sensation I knew it must be giving him.
“Mmmm,” he sighs. “That feels kind of nice.” He breathes out pausing for a moment. “I…uh…I just forgot to thank you…I mean…you know for earlier this morning…and then later with talking to me about some stuff that I’ve been kind of worried about. You know…puberty and everything. I…u…just don’t really have anyone I can talk to about that sort of thing?” He admitted to me.
“What about your uncles or maybe cousins?” I ask him as he just shakes his head.
“No…they’d just tease me about it. I’m the youngest from everyone, and they just always…um…you know treat me like a little baby. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for everything,” he whispered softly as he tried to snuggle even closer to me almost as if he were trying to desperately hang on to this moment.
It sort of dawned on me that he used to snuggle up to his father over the years too. Miguel would be sitting in a chair, and Arty would just climb on top of his lap cuddling up to his dad even falling asleep in the man’s arms sometimes. It had just been something he had always done so I never had paid it any attention until now. I could tell he was missing those times with his father, so I sighed sadly holding him to me while tenderly stroking his back.
“That reminds me Arty; I laid an envelope on the kitchen counter for you. I put in a hundred fifty dollars for the yard work you did today, and for the first weeks payment. Since there is more work to start out with in the garden getting it all under control I felt you deserve additional compensation. To start out I’ll pay Forty dollars every Friday for you to come over a few hours a week to maintain the garden, and if there is any extra work I’ll pay you for it. I’ll also set up an account at Morales Lawn and Garden shop down the street in case you have to pick anything up. If you do pick up supplies just leave the receipt on the counter outside…fair enough?” I asked him as I felt him stiffening up for a moment before clasping me even tighter.
His body began to shake a little, and I heard him sniveling wondering what I had said to upset him. I paused for a moment forcing him to loosen his grip on me as I reached down tilting his tear streaked face up towards me. “What’s wrong Arturo?” I asked him as he just shook his head collapsing in my arms once more.
Not knowing what else to do I just held him running my fingers up and down his back soothingly. I could feel his erection pressed up firmly against the side of my stomach, and couldn’t help myself as I got hard between my legs as well. My five inch erection pressed up against the fabric of my silky shorts, and when I looked down I could see a small wet spot knowing I was leaking a little. There really wasn’t anything sexual going on between the two of us, but I suppose it was just the closeness of the situation making our bodies react in a natural kind of way.
We both stayed like that for a while longer neither one of us wanting to shatter the intimate moment as I held him tenderly in my arms gently stroking his back. Slowly he began to calm down, and I felt him begin to rock his hips into me. His hard erection slid along the side of my stomach, and when I looked down I could see the tip of his glans slithering in and out from beneath its protective sleeve. It was so damn sexy hot, and I could feel my breathing begin to increase while the temperature inside of me began to rise making me flush in the face.
“Um…Arty…please…I…uh…we need to stop Arty. I…um…we can’t do this.” I seemed to whimper as he continued to slowly thrust his hips into me as his breathing became erratic. “Arty…STOP.” I stated more forcefully, but not in a harsh way because I didn’t want him to feel bad about the situation.
It was just one of those things where sometimes people get caught up in the moment without realizing it, and I didn’t want to upset him. I felt Arturo stiffen up for an instant his face looking crestfallen when he gazed up at me.
“I…um…I thought you like me.” He stated simply as I opened my mouth before closing it shut wondering how I had managed to give him the wrong impression.
“Arty of course I like and care…,” I began to say but wasn’t able to finish because he all of a sudden scrambled off the bed forcing me to swing my legs over the side to sit up.
“It’s because I’m Mexican isn’t it?”
Even though there was a large proportionate Hispanic representation in Phoenix there was also an increasing resentment towards them in the city by certain members of the population in general. I guess even kids in the Hispanic community were starting to pick up on this growing hostility.
Grabbing him I pulled him back down on to the bed, his robe spreading outwards exposing his nakedness. I rolled on top of the small boy holding him to me while giving him a firm hug before he could cover himself back up. He stiffened up for a moment trying to wriggle free, but then relaxed returning my embrace as he seemed to sniffle a little. We stayed like that for several minutes until he seemed to calm down before I finally released him. Softly exhaling, I gently stroked his cheeks noticing a few wet streaks trickling down the sides.
“No Arty, it isn’t because you are Hispanic.” I told him using the more appropriate terminology. “Besides, you were born and raised here so you are an American plain and simple.” I whispered soothingly to him.
“But then why…I mean…you know… I thought you were gay…and…and…I see how you look at me sometimes so don’t you like me…um…you know…my body?” He asked seemingly confused while I on the other hand stared back in shock.
He was doing that a lot to me today, surprising me with a curveball. Every time I think I have things figured out he throws a curving baseball at me. Now, not only did he shock me with a curve regarding me being interested in his body in a sexual way, but he also had slipped in the whole ‘gay’ thing as he lobbed a slider at me.
“How did you…I mean…what makes you think that?” I asked him my stuttering all but giving me away.
“Papa told me. He said it doesn’t matter though because it is what a person has in his heart that says who he is as a man. He also told me that just because you were gay I shouldn’t worry about it…you know if you saw me naked and stuff…because you wouldn’t hurt me or anything. To be honest I never even understood why I should be embarrassed about you seeing me naked anyway. I mean after all you’ve seen me ever since I was like a little kid and all, so it’s not as if that’s changed all that much.” He explained to me, but I could see he was still wondering why we couldn’t do things together.
Looking down into his eyes he gazed back at me those green sparkling orbs boring right through to my soul. It was the first time I really looked at them this close, and what I saw just baffled my mind. They were a stunning creation beyond comprehension, not only because they were a rare color for people to have, but also because his green eyes were so unique. There was a thin dark black outer ring, followed by a wider band of an emerald like coloration. Within that sphere were different wave like formation almost like some of those pictures you see which the Hubbell telescope has taken over the years in space. Interspersed throughout the emerald colored oceanic waves were amber tinted flakes that added depth to the greenish highlighted coloration of his eyes. Finally, there was another thin amber colored band between the black inner iris of his eyes and the wide green colored expansive ring of sea. I quivered involuntarily at the beauty and intensity of his gaze as I tried to come back to my senses so I could answer his question.
“Arty, you have no idea just how beautiful I find you. Everything about you makes my body come alive, even your eyes. You are so sexy hot, but I just couldn’t do that to you. I could never do anything to hurt you.” I tried to explain to him as he furled his eyebrows.
“Sex hurts…I mean I thought you said sex feels really good?” He asked a bit confused and with a childish purity that can come only from an innocent.
His childlike naive comment made me bark with laughter for a split second before I stifled it because I could see the hurt expression on his sweet little boyish features. “I’m sorry Arty…really…I wasn’t laughing at you or anything. It just reminds me when I was your age is all. I was just as mystified about the whole sex stuff as you are right now. But for real…listen Arty I don’t mean the actual sex part hurting you; although, there are some aspects of this that can kind of hurt, but you don’t have to worry about that because it isn’t something you will be trying just yet, if ever.” I told him as he sort of got worried about the whole sex hurting thing.
This whole issue sort of got twisted now, and it was also getting confusing for Arturo so I paused for a moment trying to gather my thoughts together before continuing. “Listen Arty, the whole sex thing can sometimes be complicated, and there are many different facets to it. Some things just aren’t relevant to some boys while with other kids it is. Yes there are some physical aspects of sex that can hurt in some ways, but those same activities can also be very pleasing and satisfying if done correctly. It is something though that is more than likely never going to happen to you, and if it does, probably not until you are older and when you will know how to do that sort of sex act properly. Do you understand?” I asked him trying to make him more at ease as I noticed him nodding his head in relief that sex isn’t going to hurt him.
“Yeah I guess. So…you are saying sex can hurt, but the sex I might be doing now won’t…like when I…um…you know…touch myself?” He looked at me for reassurance that he was thinking along the correct lines as I nodded my head. “Also, more than likely the sex that does hurt I won’t ever be doing anyway. Does that sex have to do with gay guys?” He asked me making me look at him suspiciously before realizing it wasn’t directed at me rather just an innocent enough question without any judgments.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that, but it is also something that guys can do to girls, but feels good for the guy, but can be painful for the girl. That’s also something you don’t have to worry about for now. Remember, I told you some things are better understood when you are a little older, and this is just one of those things. Also, just so you know if that sort of sex happens it can also be beautiful feeling good for everyone involved if done properly.” I told him honestly not wanting to take the conversation in a direction that it really didn’t need to at this stage of his development as he nodded his head.
“But you did say you didn’t want to hurt me.” Arturo insisted bringing us back to the original point.
“That’s right Arty, but I meant in here and here.” I told him pointing to his heart and mind as I continued. “Arty, I’m an adult and having sex with a boy just isn’t the right thing to do. I’m sure we’d both enjoy it very much, but it is always later on that regrets set in. I understand that right now you have these huge feelings inside of you, and that you are feeling things that are tough to understand. But remember how I told you that you shouldn’t be doing things with boys who are a lot older?” I asked him noticing the boy nodding his head. “Well the reason for this is that older boys are also having a difficult time dealing with those kinds of emotions. Sometimes they can’t control themselves just looking for instant gratification and release. At those times they aren’t thinking straight doing things that can hurt others. Sometimes it is physical, but also it is damaging in here and here.” I once more pointed to his heart and mind.
“Yes, but you aren’t an older boy who can’t control himself, and you said you wouldn’t hurt me.” Arturo insisted as he all of a sudden rolled into me squeezing himself against me tightly with our two bodies coming together in a tender embrace. “Besides, I…um…I like you a whole lot…and always dream about you…uh…you know…doing stuff together.” He admitted shocking me once more that some of the fantasies he alluded to earlier were about me as I felt something begin to twitch between Arturo’s legs.
Sighing I just held on to him for a moment feeling his erection pressing up against me before we separated. Smiling at him I gently ran the back of my fingers across his smooth soft cheeks while he just looked into my eyes. Leaning down I kissed him on the forehead breathing in the strawberry scented shampoo he had used in the bathroom. It made me lightheaded for a moment before I gathered together my thoughts once more.
“Yes, you are right about that Arty, and maybe when I was younger things might have been possible, but we can’t do this. I’m flattered that you think about me in that way…believe me.” I sighed smiling at him sincerely. “But for real this wouldn’t be right to you. When it does come time for your real first time it should be something special with someone closer to your age…someone who you really care about Arturo.” I whisper as I tenderly ran my fingers across his forehead flicking his hair off to the side. “So do you understand better now why we shouldn’t do this with each other?” I asked him as he seemed to exhale and roll his eyes.
“Yeah, I suppose. I mean sort of because it still doesn’t change the fact that I see you looking at me sometimes…like in a sexy kind of way. I mean I like you too…so don’t really see the big deal with it.” He pressed making me look at him not able to deny the fact he kind of turned me on.
“Yeah I know Arty, but that’s mostly because I’ve never seen another boy that still has skin on his penis. You are the only one I’ve ever seen like that, and ever since I first saw you naked it kind of made me curious about it. In a way I find it kind of sexy on you…I mean…you really do look sexy and all because of it…so I guess in a way you do turn me on sexually…but Arty…it just wouldn’t be right to do that kind of stuff with you.” I repeated my earlier reasoning.
“Really…I mean…you like how my skin looks down there…you know…um...my thingy?” He asks me making me shake my head that out of everything I had just said this is what he was picking up on.
“Yeah…I like how the skin on your…thingy…uh…penis looks on you.” I couldn’t help myself as I begin to laugh shaking my head noticing him smiling back at me with a sparkle in his demeanor.
“Why didn’t you ever just say so? If you are curious about it…here…,” he laughs as he rolls on to his back his erection pointing upwards at a forty five degree angle bobbing up and down with each beat of his heart as blood pulsed through his engorged shaft and glans, “then just take a closer look. It won’t bite…or spit at you.” He teases me playfully making me gawk at what he was suggesting.
“I don’t know Arty…what if someone finds out?” I hesitate as he just scrunches his eyebrows together a bit puzzled by my question.
“How is anyone going to find out about it? I mean I’m definitely not going to say anything to anyone. Besides, it isn’t as if we are having sex or anything since you refuse to pleasure me.” He giggled teasingly making me shake my head at him reproachfully while he continued. “It’s just you taking a closer look at my thingy…um…penis is all.” He amended starting to use some of the proper terminology. Go ahead…I really don’t mind. Besides, it kind of makes me happy that you like me and my thingy’s skin.” He giggled forgetting to use the proper term this time as he reached over grabbing my hand and pulling it over to his crotch.
A burning heat seemed to course through my veins as I hesitantly wrapped my fingers around his four inch stiff tube. It jerked at my initial contact with Arturo gasping audibly not expecting it to feel this good. I looked over at him while he recovered nodding he was alright now. Looking down at his erection in my fingers I swallowed down a lump in my throat. It felt so silky soft yet rigidly unyielding at the same time. It’s been years since I’ve actually felt another boy’s warm tube in my hands, hard or soft. I mean sure I’ve done this sort of thing with other men, but not a boy…not since I was one myself so many years ago. I had forgotten just how wonderful something like that felt as I slowly ran my fingers up and down the length of his shaft.
His penis jerked around a little, and I looked over at the smaller boy who just gazed down intently at what I was doing. I knew I’d have to be careful because the last thing I wanted to happen was to turn this into something sexual in nature. Also, by the way he was breathing I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring him over the edge, and giving him an orgasm was the last thing I wanted to do to him.
Leaning in for a closer look I slowly slid his foreskin downwards watching in fascination as the tip of his knob slipped into view. It was all shiny and looked purplish crimson in coloration. I continued to slide his foreskin down further wanting to get a look at his entire knob, but at one point it just sort of stopped. I glanced over at Arturo who stared back at me shrugging his shoulders.
“It doesn’t slide all the way down yet.” He explained as I nodded my head letting him know I understood. “I’m hoping that here soon it will finally detach completely.” He continued his explanation.
Slipping his skin back upwards I marveled at how something so tight can seem to glide so effortlessly back and forth. Once his foreskin slipped back over his knob I released his penis before dipping my hands downwards getting a feel of his heavy pouch.
“Damn, I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten in just a few months Arturo. You most definitely don’t have anything to be embarrassed about?” I whispered softly.
“Really…you think I’m pretty big down there?” He asks nervously.
“Yeah really, Arty. For a twelve year old boy you are doing alright in the size department…that’s no lie.” I assured him as he smiles at me a bit proud of the compliment while my fingers once more wrap around his hard shaft skinning him again.
My body quivers with lust because it feels so awesome and looks totally hot. Once his knob is exposed I detect a small bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of his penis. Without realizing it my finger slides over his boy slit removing the small pearly droplet from the tip of his glans. I feel his hardness lurch in my hand, and hear Arty gasp in surprise as he staves off the intense feeling threatening to overwhelm his small body. I shove my coated finger in my mouth noticing a sweet kind of flavor explode on my palate. I savor the moment enjoying the taste of Arturo’s essence as I glance over at him noticing the look on his face.
His mouth had dropped open when he saw me licking up his boy juice, and the look on his face was just too much as I began to bust up. “Holy crap…did you really…um…you know taste it?” He asks me as I nod my head.
“Yeah sorry, I really shouldn’t have done that to you, but I was just too curious.” I told him sincerely realizing I had sort of crossed the line as he just smiled at me.
“Well?” He asks me while I chuckle understanding all too well what he wanted to know.
“It’s official…you really are sweet.” I chuckle as we both just begin to laugh. “Come-on Arturo we better get you dressed so you can head home. We are sort of crossing the line here into this being something not right.” I tell him as we both roll of the bed.
He lets me get him dressed seemingly happy that I would do that for him. He mentions how it reminds him of when his own dad used to do the same thing. As he slips his legs into his underwear I pull them up into place before absentmindedly reaching out to adjust his still hard penis into a more comfortable position.
“Better?” I ask him as he just giggles.
“Yeah better, and something papa never did for me.” He chuckles giving me a hug. “But I don’t mind.” He reassures me noticing how his comment had made me blush.
“Yeah, well we probably won’t be doing that again. Don’t get me wrong I really appreciate you letting me take a closer look and all, but I could tell it was kind of intense for you. I don’t want…you know…something to happen by accident. I’d really feel bad if things went too far…you understand?” I tell him looking up into his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders.
“I suppose, so long as I can still come by to the pool, and swim naked and stuff. Also, I like it when we cuddle up together, and when you do other things like now with helping me get dressed. We can still do those sorts of things…right?” He asks me hopefully as I realize for him a part of it is just him missing having a fatherly kind of figure in his life.
“Sure…I’d like that too Arturo. Now scoot…and don’t forget your envelope.” I tell him as I smack him teasingly on his now clothes covered butt.
Arturo starts to head towards the door, pauses, and turns around jumping into my lap clasping his arms around my neck tightly. “Thank you for everything, and also for giving me some work…um…you know…yard work, not the sex kind.” He added at the end as he chuckled realizing how some comments can come off in a sexual kind of way. “The money will help around the house, and there’s no way anyone would ever pay me like that. This was so fair of you.” He tells me as he still hangs on to my neck.
“Arturo I pay a fair wage for a fair day’s work. You are so much like your father. You work hard taking pride in what you do, so deserve to get paid for it. Now scoot. You can come over a couple of times a week for a couple of hours each time to keep up with anything that needs to be done. I’ll call up the yard waste removal company, and have them take away the piles outside so don’t worry about that. Remember though that you can swim in the pool whenever you want, that goes for the rest of your family…alright?” I ask him as he releases me smiling cutely while nodding his head before turning to head home.
Sighing, I get up picking up the robe Arturo had been wearing. I could still smell his lingering scent on the material as I walked out of the bedroom ready to toss it into the laundry room to be washed. Pausing for a moment, I hold up the robe to my nose breathing in Arturo’s boyish scent deeply. Enjoying the light muskiness of his fragrance for a brief moment I finally sigh shaking my head before tossing it down by the wash machine. Turning back around I make my way out into the main room. It’s quiet in the house now as I look around wondering to myself what it would be like to have children living here.
My home was a fairly sterile kind of place even though it had that lived in feeling to it, but I could see the possibilities without having to change things around too much. It was a pretty big open space with open high ceilings. I would still be able to keep the front area all open, and if I absolutely had to, I could add a second floor above the bedrooms in the back area. Right now it was a two bedroom house, but it wouldn’t take much to add a second floor with two bedrooms and a bathroom up there as well. If done right I could also keep the open feel of the space by not enclosing the upstairs level off with walls. Instead it could be left open all along the front with a short wall so you could look down over the entire space below. With the tall windows from floor to ceiling facing towards the garden it would provide a view of epic proportions over the entire valley from inside the home.
As I thought about the redesigning of the space I once more reflected how fortunate I had been in finding this space at the offered price. It was sort of an odd situation with me being able to purchase this place in the building. There were several other sections which were also owned by various people or businesses, but the bulk of the storage building was done on a lease or rental agreement.
In a way I suppose the reason why my space hadn’t been bought up was due to the location, and the difficulty it created as a storage place. It was basically on the back portion of the building above the parking garage making it unrealistic as a storage area unlike the rest of the building. For me though it had been a perfect scenario to convert it into a home since it was so isolated. I had seen the potential of it being a home from the start with prominent people now shaking their heads flabbergasted that they hadn’t thought of it for themselves. In reality this was prime real estate worth way more than I paid or had into it with remodeling. Now as I continued to gaze around inside my house I knew it had even more potential; especially, for making this a family home.
Shaking my head I realized this was the engineering part of me rearing its ugly head. While I was in college I had taken some classes in design engineering to satiate my artistic side, and also because I’ve always had an interest there. At times this came in handy as I now began to consider the possibilities of having a future family life. Since I was thinking about how I could convert the unit I picked up a pad drawing out a rough draft. From time to time I would doodle around like this to take my mind off of work.
I was making good progress on the draft when I heard the doorbell ring bringing me out of my deep focus on the project at hand. Looking over at the clock on the kitchen wall I noticed it was just about six in the evening. Of course it was still light outside, not to mention still warm as I made my way over to the door that led out to the garage elevator. I wasn’t expecting anyone so wondered who it could be as I looked through the spy hole in the door. Scrunching up my eyebrows in surprise I opened up the door staring at the messy figure standing in front of me.
“Tim?” I spoke up after opening the door.
“Hey Uncle Will,” came the reply of the sleek lanky fourteen year old boy standing in the hallway covered in dirt and grime from head to toe.
Before I could say anything else he just dropped the gear he was holding in both hands, stepped up to me, and gave me a tender warm embrace catching me by surprise for a second. I automatically wrapped my arms around him returning the squeeze noticing my nether regions twitching with excitement. That didn’t surprise me in the least considering how Arturo had gotten me pretty worked up not all that long ago. It made me realize I should have taken care of that issue as soon as the twelve year old boy had left.
Tim’s teenaged pungent sweaty smell lingered around my nose, but it was familiar and I didn’t mind the odor as I just held him firmly to me. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and I’ve missed the boy. He used to come over regularly when he was younger, but as he’s gotten older the normal teenage activities started to compete with our time together. I didn’t mind knowing this was only natural for a growing boy.
“Oh crap…um…sorry Uncle Will.” Tim offered up taking a step back from me realizing how dirty he was. “I…uh…just finished up with Lacrosse practice.” He offered up by way of explanation.
Chuckling I just shook my head. “I’d take a hug from you no matter how smelly or filthy you were.” I teased him honestly.
“Well, in that case…,” Tim barked out as he stepped forward again wrapping his arms around me to effortlessly lift me up into the air.
He squeezed the air out of me for a moment as I realize how much stronger he’s gotten over the years. Setting me back down, he leaned in and continued his embrace, his musky scent once more assaulting my senses. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head affectionately as I just hugged him back.
“So, I take it you’ve talked to your mom?” I asked him as I felt him nodding his head.
“Yeah, and for real Uncle Will, that was really nice of you. Mom’s been so stressed out lately about money. I mean, I know we have everything we need and all. You know a nice enough home, clothes, food, and the little extras, but lately with me getting ready to head into High School she’s just been sort of worrying about college and all.” He told me seriously as he released me and smiled. “So when she told me about the bonus money, and the scholarship fund you set up for me, I just had to come over to thank you before you head off on your vacation. Which by the way shocks the hell out of me. I mean have you ever been on vacation before?” He states more than asks while chuckling as I motion for him to come inside.
The teen stooped over picking up his gear from practice and stepped inside the doorway pausing long enough to take off his shoes not wanting to track in any dirt. It didn’t surprise me he would do that because his mom raised him to be a well adjusted kid. I watched him for a moment noticing his strong wiry sleek figure as he moved around gracefully.
He was still wearing his Lacrosse jersey and shorts which were all sweaty and grimy from practice. The fourteen year old looked kind of studly in the yellow and green outfit. The short sleeved Lacrosse Y neck polyester material was designed to wick away the moisture created by athletic boys, and had the number twenty three plastered prominently on the front. He was wearing a matching pair of shorts made of the same polyester material that helped wick away any moisture. The shorts had a three inch contrast color DAZZLE straight side inserts with one row of main body color piping centered inserts and a nine inch inseam.
The material was lightweight flowing freely around his mid-riff as I watched Tim move about. Every once in the while the fabric would seem to settle around his package briefly exposing the outline of what he had between his legs. I haven’t seen him naked in years, but from what I could make out he hadn’t faired too badly in the whole teenage boy bits development department.
With his sleek body and nice sized bulge he was growing into a fine looking young teenager, and it wouldn’t surprise me any if he had a girl or two stashed off to the side without his mom knowing about it. Well at least him thinking his mom not knowing about it. That woman just seemed to know everything that went on in her son’s life.
He set down the large stuffed sports bag, which I knew contained his protective padding, next to his recently discarded shoes along with his shoulder pads, stick, and helmet before standing back up and following me inside. Not wanting him to take a seat on the couch in his dirty clothes I motioned for him to take one on the tall stool by the kitchen bar table. He moved gracefully with an even smooth gate making me smile at how handsome and poised he looked.
Taking a seat he shifted around and without thinking anything of it reached his hand down between the left leg openings of his shorts adjusting himself. He was wearing a protective jock strap that must have pinched him or become too constrictive. For a brief second as he tugged on his jock strap his left testicle popped out. It pressed up against the soft leather skin of his scrotum sack making me quiver excitedly, once more reminding me that I should have taken care of myself earlier after Arturo had left. The membrane around his left walnut sized testicle stretched around the oval shaped spongy stone tightly; the bluish magenta colored strands of veins creating a maze of lines just beneath the surface of the skin. My own penis twitched inside my shorts as I took a seat across from Tim, my eyes locked on to him as I watched the boy adjusting himself.
He didn’t notice my gaze as he simply shoved his large sized marble back into place before removing his hand. “So what have you been up to lately…it’s been a while?” I asked him as he casually leaned back against the counter letting the fabric of his shorts settle around his boyhood which ended up showing off a decent sized bulge.
“Yeah…I’m really sorry about that Uncle Will. I miss coming around, but it’s just sometimes…,” he sighed apologetically spreading apart his hands in a sympathetic gesture.
“I know Tim and I miss you too, but don’t worry about it so much. I know there’s a lot of things going on right now for you, and it’s only natural you know. I mean…right now being around your friends and kids your own age is important. Still though, I should have tried to connect with you more.” I told him honestly.
“What…are you kidding? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you showing up for my games and stuff, or some of my school functions. You’ve always seemed to be there for me when I need you the most.” He tells me sincerely making me feel good that he appreciates it. “Still…I should try to get over here more often too since at least you make the effort at other times. I know better, and I’m sorry, but I’ll try to improve on that.” He promised. “Besides, I really do miss hanging out with you and all like we used to. I…um…I also miss our talks.” He stated making me realize that coming over was more than just thanking me for the scholarship.
He was really excited about the fund, that much was obvious, and I was sure he would still have come over to thank me personally, but it also provided him an excuse. “Yeah, I miss those too buddy. Hey listen…have you eaten yet…are you hungry because I picked up some pizza from Luigi’s. If you want I can I can heat it up for you in the oven?” I asked him as his face lit up.
“Oh hell yeah…it’s been like forever since I’ve had pizza from there…did you get the Meat Lover’s Deep Dish with the white garlic sauce?” He asked me smiling happily when I nodded yes. “That’s great…um…would it be alright if I get cleaned up first though?” He asked me as I shrugged my shoulders.
“Yeah sure, but I don’t think your old clothes in the dresser drawer will fit anymore. It’s been a while since you’ve left them here the last time.” I told him honestly as he laughed nodding his head.
“No worries…I’ve got a change of clothes in my bag. I usually get cleaned up in the locker room, but I needed to catch the bus to get here…so you know…,” he looked down at his dirty grimy messy outfit.
“Yeah…alright then…go ahead. I’ll put some more shredded cheese on top, and toss the pizza in the oven for you to warm up. That way the cheese will be stringy again just the way you like it.”
“Way cool Uncle Will.” Tim announced as he got up grabbing his stuff before heading towards the bathroom while I opened up the refrigerator trying to find the shredded cheese when something dawned on me.
“Oh crap…hang on Will.” I shouted out to him hustling to the closet and pulling out a fresh towel since there wasn’t one hanging on the towel rack for him.
The bathroom door was still open so I simply walked inside not thinking anything of it. “Hey Will…I almost forgot here’s a fresh…,” my voice trailed off as I saw the fourteen year old boy straightening back up having just pulled off his jock strap, “…um…towel.” I finished off just gawking at his naked sexy body.
My expert eyes immediately soaked up his sleek and wiry ninety five or hundred pounds five foot two inches tall naked features. Not able to resist, my gaze automatically shifted downwards taking in his lightly tanned body, and of course chalky white mid-riff. His body was sinewy and muscular, not ripped or anything, but just tight. He had those long wiry arms with equally lanky thin long legs. I had forgotten how nice and lean his body had looked when he was little, but back then it was kind of soft like. Now he was filling out more as he got older, not in a flabby way, just more firm and brawny with his skin still looking soft and silky. Other than a few bruises because of Lacrosse, his skin was completely unblemished with a sort of soft glowing aura about it.
Tim smiled at me swiveling his head on his long thin neck drawing my attention back up to his facial features. He had an oval shaped face, not long but rather a bit more rounded which complimented his more stretched out lean figure. His medium length thick wavy dark brown hair framed his face enhancing his features. He had dark brown earthy eyes that gazed at me now as they danced around impishly in a playful kind of way. His small nose and thin red colored lips that were currently curled up in a cute smile finished off his boyish looks. My eyes shifted briefly to his thin long neck recognizing the familiar little beauty mark along the hollow of his neck on the right side. There was another one about an inch further over on the same side just below his chin following along the natural curvature of his upper neck.
“Um…I…um…sorry Tim I didn’t realize you were already undressed.” I apologized hoarsely trying to swallow the dry lump in my throat while attempting not to gaze back down and gawk at what was swinging between his legs.
In the brief moment of my initial scrutiny I had seen Tim’s sleek looking flaccid cut penis draped over a fairly decent size boy pouch. The image of his sexy smooth thin penis and boy bits were now burned forever more into my memory banks.
Stepping forward and shrugging his shoulders he retrieved the towel from my fingers. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me before…I mean if memory serves you used to give me baths all the time.” Tim chuckled winking at me not in the least bit embarrassed by standing there naked in front of me only a couple of feet away.
“Yeah, but that’s when you were little…like eight or nine years old…things have…um…changed since then.” I told him honestly my eyes glancing downwards involuntarily as I once more gazed at what he had swaying between his legs before I realized what I was doing ripping them back upwards to look into his face instead.
The quick look had been completely unintentional, and just something that sort of happened subconsciously when I had mentioned that things have changed between his legs since last I’ve given him a bath as a little boy. I could feel the familiar stirrings between my legs as I stayed focused on Tim’s face noticing him smiling and shrugging his shoulders chuckling at my obvious plight.
“Well?” He asked me making me furl my eyebrows questioningly.
“Well what?” I retorted softly a bit confused.
“What do you think…I mean do I look sexy or still like a little dorky kid?” He inquired seriously as my jaw just dropped to my chest.
“What…I mean…uh…you never looked dorky Tim.” I told him honestly while he scrutinized me trying to determine if I were serious.
“Really…you don’t think I was kind of gangly or dorky…you know…all legs and arms?” He asked with me shaking my head.
“No of course not…I mean sure you were kind of lanky and all, but gangly no, and most definitely not dorky. I mean you never were like a clumsy kid or anything…so…no…I actually think you looked just fine back then.” I responded honestly.
“Oh…that’s cool then…so what about now?” He held out his arms.
“What?” I asked a bit baffled.
He just sighed and looked at me. “How-do-I-look-now?” He emphasizes each word pointedly as my gaze sort of automatically looks him over.
“Um…I think that kids your age would think you look really handsome and sexy. You’ve filled in and matured that’s for sure.” I told him honestly as he just chuckled knowing exactly what I was referring to.
“Yeah, I suppose, but I just wish my cock was a bit thicker.” He sighs as he reaches down wrapping his fingers around his thin flaccid tube.
In my opinion he didn’t have anything much to complain about in that department. It looked to be about three and a half inches long soft, and yeah kind of sleek, but on him it somehow just fit considering his wiry lanky build. Even his knob was kind of smooth looking with a short of elongated bullet like shape. Just below the base of his shaft he had a nice sized pouch that didn’t quite hang between his legs, but also didn’t hug up against his body. They held in place two large walnut sized testicles.
“Really…I mean have you looked at yourself in the mirror?” I ask him as he frowns before stepping in front of the large mirror above the sink.
“So…what am I looking at?” He asks curiously as I step up just behind him.
“Well if you haven’t noticed you are kind of lanky in a brawny wiry kind of way so it just seems natural is all.” I tell him as he looks over his shoulder at me.
“What, just because a guy is lanky that automatically makes his cock thin? I mean for real Uncle Will…even I know that isn’t how it works.” He giggles playfully.
“No you silly goose, I’m just saying you are really sleek and trim…in a very fit kind of way…and…um…well it…um…your…uh…penis looks right on you. I mean overall your looks …um…your body…,” I wave my hands at him before motioning towards his boy package, “…really looks nice on you. Besides, you have a lot more going on for you than I did at your age” I tell him chuckling as he turns around and smiles at me.
“Really…well cool then…now…,” he pauses smiling at me impishly, “if I can only get my bush to grow in more.” He sighs making me roll my eyes at him.
“Oh for Pete’s sake Tim…what’s wrong with your pubes?” I chuckle wondering why boys always seem to be disappointed about their nether regions as he just smiles back enjoying being able to be so playful and open with me.
“Well…just that there isn’t all that much there.” He complains as I look at him noticing the small patch of brown curly wisps surrounding the base of his shaft.
“Looks like there’s plenty enough there to me. Besides, to be honest I’m glad you aren’t a big hairy oaf. For some reason I just don’t think you would look good all hairy like some guys get your age and older.” I tell him honestly.
“Man…you and me both. I’ve seen some of my friends who are just so damn wooly all over.” He states seemingly more satisfied now that he isn’t so furry. “Do you think I’ll get like them?” He asks me a bit worried now as I just shake my head and chuckle.
“Nah, you’ll grow in your pubes some more, but I don’t think you will get too shaggy over the rest of your body. Maybe a little thicker hair on your arms and legs, but probably not much more than you already have there now.” I tell him as he looks at his arms noticing the fine thin light colored hairs that were barely visible.
“Cool.” He responds back to me as we both just stand there for a moment longer.
“Anyway, you better hop in the shower now while I get the pizza ready. Oh…does your mom know you are here?” I ask him as he shakes his head no. “I’ll call her then letting her know that you are staying for dinner.” I tell him as I head out the door making my way into the kitchen to finish up with the pizza.
“Hey Uncle Will?” I hear Tim’s voice realizing he must have forgotten something as I look up from the pizza with him standing there naked on the other side of the room. “Um…add some hot pepper to it.” He tells me as I chuckle holding up the red pepper flakes before he smiles turning around to head back into the bathroom.
“As if I’d forget how you like things spicy…um…your food that is.” I holler after him making him pause and turn for a second to stick his tongue out at me while I chuckle shaking some red pepper flakes on top of the cheese before shoving the pizza in the oven.
Finishing everything up I look around for my cell phone that has Tim’s home phone number on it, and remember that I left it in my room. As I head towards my room I pause by the bathroom door noticing Tim had left it open. Growing up he never shut the door when he took a bath, but I figured that would have changed now that he was older. I reach for the doorknob to close it, and hear a noise that I’ve come to know all too well over the years.
From the grunts bouncing around the bathroom walls there was no denying that Tim was taking care of his teenaged burgeoning needs. I catch a glimpse of him in the mirror giving me a clear view through the glass sliding door as his body began to twitch. The translucent door didn’t really conceal anything, but I couldn’t really make anything out specifically either because of the steam and distortion of the glass. Still, those things didn’t prevent me from making out the distinct outline and coloration of his stiff tube as the boy’s tight fist continued to glide up and down the length of his shaft just below his purple colored nozzle.
A quick couple of strokes later I hear the unmistakable guttural sound of a boy having his release. Tim’s body convulsed intensely as he continued to pump his fist wildly just before a large goop of his cum splattered across the glass and oozed downwards. The older boy seemed to slump forward placing his forehead on his arms as he panted and twitched a couple more times behind the steamed up glass sliding door.
My own burgeoning erection began to protest between my legs as I silently closed the door and hurried over to my own bathroom. It doesn’t take me long to blow my own nut as a huge rope comes spewing out the tip of my penis with the visions of Arturo and Tim dancing around in my mind. It had taken me all of ten seconds to blow my cork leaving me panting and gasping for air. Even though I wasn’t able to see Tim clearly, or his erection, it was still hot watching his steam cloaked naked body spasm before going into orbit as he climaxed in the shower. Not only that, but also seeing the thick rope of his boy batter splattering against the glass door had just about sent me over the top.
I’ve talked to Tim about puberty and masturbating when he was younger, but I’ve never actually seen him in the act, and it was kind of a hot thing to witness. This was something private, and in a way I now felt kind of bad about having spied on both Arturo and Tim today. It had been unintentional, but still I sort of felt it had been wrong.
Shaking my head I sighed and cleaned up my mess before heading into my room to find my cell phone. By the time Tim is finished with his shower, so too was the pizza as I set it in front of him. He had put on a pair of red colored mesh shorts, and it was obvious he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He hadn’t bothered with putting on a shirt, and as I watched him munching away I couldn’t help but admire his nice physique.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him naked, and somehow now that I knew what he had hidden between his firm teenaged legs it made me think of him differently. He was a young hot sultry adolescent, and I could feel my body responding to his sexiness in a way I hadn’t felt in the past about him. He didn’t seem to take notice of me scrutinizing him as he munched away happily on his pizza.
“Um…I told your mom you were here, and she told me you can spend the night if you want. I have to head to the airport tomorrow, but can drop you off at home before I go over.” I offer up to him as he nods his head knowing I’m on vacation. “Also, she seems to think something has been on your mind lately, and that you need to talk.” I told him as he nearly choked on the piece of pizza he was inhaling like there was no tomorrow.
“What…,” he gasped out in surprise coughing as I reached over to thump his back while he swallowed some water.
“Why are you so surprised about it…I mean she can read you like a book Tim.” I tell him as he just looks at me.
“Yeah…but this is kind of…um…private,” he tells me as I shrug my shoulders.
“Still it doesn’t mean she can’t tell something is up. I mean she knows you so well that she even gave me heads up a few years back about you and the whole puberty thing.” I tell him honestly as he just shoots me a look.
“You told her…and…uh…about what we talked about?” He asked mortified.
“Of course not Tim. I wouldn’t tell her about any private conversations. All I’m saying is that a few years back she knew you had questions about some things so asked if you came to me if I’d be willing to talk about it with you. She never ever asked me about what we talked about, and I’d never tell her anything that you confide in private to me Tim. All I’m saying is that she knows something is up so wants you to be able to talk if you need to.” I tell him as I rub his shoulders. “Tim, you have to know that I’d never embarrass you in front of anyone, or tell anyone something that’s private.” I assured him as he nods his head.
“Yeah, I know Uncle Will, just that some things are difficult to talk about with my mom…you know.” He sighed seeming a bit relieved.
Chuckling and shaking my head I gave him a quick hug before releasing him. “This brings me to something else I think we need to talk about first.” I say a bit hesitantly as he just looks at me indicating I should go ahead. “Um…well…have you thought about shutting the bathroom door when you take a shower?” I ask him as all of a sudden he blushes knowing exactly what I was getting at.
“I…um…shit Uncle Will…you…uh…heard…um…you know?” He asks a bit mortified concerned I had sort of caught him putting the hammer to the nail so to speak.
“Yeah I heard,” I chuckled shaking my head not telling him I had also seen it. “Listen we’ve already had the whole talk about how natural that sort of thing is, and it isn’t wrong to do, but it’s just that…well you are older now so should take precautions.” I tell him soothingly as he nods his head.
“I know…I know…it’s just sometimes I forget because usually mom isn’t even home when I take a shower. Not only that my bedroom is upstairs, and she normally doesn’t even come up.” He shrugs his shoulders, but seems to make a mental note to himself that he needs to be more cautious about it in the future.
“So…I take it you need to talk about something else? Is it important?” I ask him as he thinks for a minute before shrugging his shoulders in that typical non-committal kind of teenager way making me roll my eyes at him, which in turn elicits a giggle from him.
“It’s not important in the life or death kind of way…just that it involves girls…or specifically one girl. I mean I know you are gay and all, but I was hoping you could still help.” He states making me sit up and look at him.
“How…I mean…why would you think that?” I ask him shocked for the second time today that someone has mentioned me being gay.
“Why…you’re not gay…I mean mom and I were sure you were?” He inquires a bit confused.
“No…I mean yes…I…shit Tim.” I curse in front of him something I normally don’t do as I take a deep breath. “Um…yes Tim I am gay, but you are like the second person who has pointed it out to me today. I mean I don’t hide it or anything, but I also don’t go around telling people about it. How long have you known?” I ask him as he shrugs his shoulders again in that typical teenage fashion making me chuckle and shake my head.
He smiles at me knowing what made me laugh as he giggles too. “I don’t know it seems like a long time now.”
“And your mom, how long has she known about it?” I add.
“Geeze Uncle Will…like I said it seems like a long time now. I mean I remember us talking about it when I was really little. She had sort of explained it to me telling me that it wasn’t something I should be worried about, and how it was no one’s business so just to keep it to myself.” He stated looking at me.
“Yeah, but all these years you’ve been coming over, and then with me even giving you baths and all. She wasn’t concerned about it?” I asked a bit shocked that she’d let a gay single man bathe her naked son.
“No…of course not Uncle Will. It’s not like you touched me or anything…I mean other than to just clean me off or whatever. You’ve never made me do anything that was wrong…so she never worried about you being gay or anything and neither did I. Not even when I got older and understood what it meant in a sexual way.” He responded a bit surprised that I’d think his mom would have issues with me being gay.
“But Tim, I’m sure she asked you about it a time or two…you know if I ever did anything with you that was improper?” I asked him as he stared at me shaking his head.
“No, the only other time she mentioned it was about the time I turned twelve. Then it wasn’t about if you were touching me or anything. She just asked me if I was comfortable hanging out with you since you were gay, and if it made me uncomfortable to talk with you. Geeze, now that I think about it this was right about the time I was getting curious about things…you know…right before you and I began talking about puberty and stuff. You don’t think she was testing the waters so to speak? I mean, you did say she gave you heads up. Damn, your right she really does read me like a book. You don’t suspect she knows about the whole girl thing?” He asks me making my head spin as he shifted the conversation from the whole gay thing right back to him.
Shaking my head I begin to laugh. “Damn, your mom is a conniving and manipulative little bitch.” I tell him not in a way that put his mom down, but in a way we both recognized as being a compliment in a playful kind of way.
We both bust up laughing shaking our heads. “Yeah, but I have to live with her.” He retorts as we both settle down.
“So, anyway, after you finish up with dinner we can get cozy on the couch to chat like we used to. Then afterwards we can do whatever you want: movies, games…whatever.” I tell him as he smiles letting me know he’d love that.
“Sounds great, maybe swimming in the pool later on…I’ve been kind of missing not going swimming.” He sighs turning his head looking out the window towards the pool.
“Sure, but I don’t think your old bathing suit fits anymore.” I chuckle as he just turns towards me and smiles.
“Then I guess we will just have to skinny dip.” He teases me as he winks at me blowing me a kiss which makes me laugh at his antics.
“I’m not so sure that’d be a good idea.” I chuckle shaking my head.
“Why not…I mean you saw me naked so it is only fair that I finally get to see you too. I’ve always kind of wondered what you look like.” He states as I just look at him for a second realizing he’s never seen me nude before. I guess subconsciously I’ve always been careful about that sort of thing around him. “So…you game for a little bit of naughty fun.” He adds teasingly in a sultry kind of funny tone. I knew he was curious, but also knew that the whole getting nude in the pool thing was innocent enough for him.
“Wow, you mean I get to see you all naked for a second time in one day,” I tease. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were hitting on me. First it’s Arturo, and now you…twice in one day, lucky me.” I laugh as Tim just smiles his eyes glittering playfully.
“So, on vacation all of half a day and already getting hit on by guys. Here I thought I was the one with something important to talk about. So spill already…is the guy nice?” He asks leaning in wanting all the juicy gossip.
“Hold on there a minute tiger.” I smile shaking my head at Tim. “It isn’t like that at all. Do you remember Miguel…the gardener?” I ask him as he nods his head furling his eyebrows in thought before gaping at me misunderstanding.
“I thought he was married with kids of his own?” Tim asks me a bit confused.
“What…oh…um…no…not me and the gardener you silly goose. Do you remember his son?” I ask as Tim thinks a moment and then remembers as his eyes shoot open.
“Ohhhhhh, now I know who you are talking about. He’s a sweet kid…kind of cute too.” He adds and I know he wasn’t thinking about the younger boy’s look in a sexual context, just that Arturo really was cute. “He was hitting on you today?” Tim chuckles now as things begin to sink in concerning the situation, but still looking at me curiously.
Knowing Tim wouldn’t let it go until I tell him something, I sort of fill him in with what happened today. I left out certain details that I knew Arturo wouldn’t want me to talk about, but did let Tim know the gist of what went on today with having a talk with the younger boy about puberty, and how he seems to have matured overnight. Tim knew I was leaving out some details, but understood appreciating me keeping certain confidences knowing I did the same for him.
We ended up talking for a couple of hours just about things in general. As time went on he finally confided in me that lately he’s been having feelings for a particular girl. He didn’t know if these feelings were sexual per se, but he just enjoyed being around her because they seemed to share similar interests. He wanted some advice regarding what he should do since he didn’t know if he liked her in a boy-girl sexual kind of way or just as a friend-friend type of way. He also wanted to know what he should do if something sexual came up between the two of them.
There was no doubt he was confused by the situation and what he was feeling. In the end I told him the only way to really find out was just to let things unfold naturally between the two of them. In a way being friends with her is the first step, and as the two of them hung out together he would find out if there was more to it. I also made him promise me if things did progress in a sexual way between him and this girl he would use protection.
Of course we’ve discussed this issue at length plenty of times, but now it was closer to being a reality so I couldn’t stress enough to him how in the heat of the moment guys tend to lose control over all reason. It was important to be prepared and have protection. I even went so far as to give him a box of rubbers to keep just in case watching as he stashed them away in his bag. We even discussed the whole issue about the word ‘No’ meaning just that, ‘No.’ It doesn’t matter which one of them says it, but if it is said or hinted at then it should be respected.
The discussion was very open and honest. That is one thing I always made sure of with Tim from the very beginning. I had always been very up front with him telling him if the two of us can’t sit down together, be honest with one another, and not afraid to ask any question whatsoever, then we might as well never even begin to talk about the whole sex matter. I impressed upon him several years back how I never want him to be embarrassed by anything we talk about. I had promised him no matter what he tells me I’d never be disappointed in him so long as we both were honest and open with one another. It had worked because in the end our talks never felt forced.
The entire evening just seemed to blow by us, and I had to admit I really enjoyed having him over goofing around with him like we used to. Even though our discussion had been a serious and deep one, once it was over we ended up blowing off steam leaving behind the seriousness of our conversation. He had gotten what he needed so now we were able to enjoy each other’s company. In the end we even went skinny dipping like he wanted with me catching him staring at me a time or two seemingly appreciating what he saw.
Of course I wasn’t all that big between my legs for an adult, but I guess he knew this sort of thing really doesn’t matter despite his earlier concerns about his own body. In a way I suspected earlier had been just him being kind of playful about the situation to see how I would react. He’s seen enough boys in showers and everything to know that guys come in all shapes and sizes.
We wrestled around with each other in the pool bumping and grinding into one another, but it was never sexual in nature. I have to admit he turned me on, who wouldn’t be a little turned on when goofing around with a sexy naked teenaged boy, but even though it was a turn-on it wasn’t about sex. I really cared about Tim in a more family kind of way. Even though I wasn’t his uncle by blood or marriage, in many ways I viewed him as a nephew, and loved him in that way. I think he felt the same way towards me. When he called me “Uncle Will,’ that is exactly how he viewed our relationship.
Of course there was the typical grab ass sort of thing with plenty of groping, but again it was in the more playful kind of way. I think it excited Tim in a way to see another adult interacting with him in an open and unrestrained fashion. Even though he was into sports taking showers in the locker rooms and all, he had confided in me that he’s never seen an adult naked before, man or woman, not even his mom. For that matter his mom hasn’t even seen him naked since he was like seven or eight years old. Sure, he’s seen movies with naked women and all, but never nudity in real life where adults were concerned.
Both of us had managed to blow of plenty of steam as we now sat on the couch watching a movie with him cuddled up in my arms. I was stretched out along the length of the cushions reclining lazily propped up against a pillow with my back on the armrest. Tim had squirmed between my legs leaning his back up against my shirtless chest. I had put on a pair of shorts while Tim slipped back into his polyester silky red mesh shorts. It was obvious he had considered not getting dressed at all, but when he saw me roll my eyes at his suggestion of remaining nude had shrugged his shoulders putting them on. I recalled him telling me once that when he was in his room he always walked around naked, so I guess since we’ve just been skinny dipping he felt comfortable enough without anything on. Even though I didn’t mind per se, it just wouldn’t look good if it ever got out or his mom found out.
It had surprised me though how he had snuggled up to me like this, but I had decided not to make a big issue over it. In a way I guess we both had missed those times when we would simply cuddle up together to watch a movie. It felt cozy being able to wrap my arms around his bare torso. Even though we had rinsed off under the shower head outside there was still a persistent odor of chlorine on our skins, but he nevertheless smelled delicious. It really didn’t matter though because as I breathed him in his true fragrance overrode any lingering scent of chlorine.
Leaning my head down I nuzzled my nose in his soft brown hair kissing the top of his head for a moment enjoying his teenage boyish scent before gazing back up at the screen to watch our movie. Tim was drowsing comfortably in my arms, and my fingers traced a circle around his nipples before I gingerly ran them down his chest and stomach. I then retrace my way back upwards before once more beginning the process anew. His skin felt so warm and invitingly soft to the touch, and I sighed contentedly enjoying the sensation of closeness as we continue to cuddle with one another in silence.
The movie seemed to be tapering off being a more somber one, so at one point I looked down while my hands continued to slowly caress his silky smooth but firm skin. Tim’s eyes were closed with a serene peaceful look across his features, but I could tell he wasn’t asleep. Instead, he was just enjoying the tender moment between the two of us as my hands continued to slowly caress his body. My eyes wandered downwards and I noticed him sporting a full on erection, the flimsy material leaving little to the imagination as the outline of his shaft and bulbous head is clearly visible. It’s the first time I’ve seen him like this in years, and my body quivers excitedly knowing that even though for all practical purposes he was still a child, he was also at the cusp of manhood.
My tender administrations had aroused him, and his rigid four and a half inch erection now seemed to slowly bounce up and down against the silky fabric with each one of his thumping heartbeats. I had to admit that it excited me seeing him like this as my eyes slowly wandered over his sultry sexiness. From what I could tell his shaft had thickened up a little the outline of his penis showing a slight bowing to it almost like a banana. It was slight and not too noticeable, but it was there. The acorn shape of his bulbous head had created a small wet spot at the tip where it pressed up against the mesh like fabric material. Shaking my head I realize he must be leaking because of the stimulation.
My eyes travel down further over the folds of his soft shorts noticing how they had bunched up around his decent sized teenaged pouch. I swear it looked as if his balls must have dropped a little more between his legs as the contours of his two nice shapely oval testicles bulged up against the material. It was toasty warm in the room so I guess they had finally dropped a bit. The sexiness of the moment made me shiver as I continued to gaze at his youthful appearance with a hint of what was to come in a few years.
My hands had stopped moving and I felt him inhale shakily. “Please…don’t stop it feels really nice.” I hear Tim whisper almost like he’s half asleep.
“So I can see.” I tell him just as softly leaning down kissing the top of his head lovingly.
Tim opens his eyes looking down before craning his neck the soft tender gaze of his eyes looking back up at me. “I can’t help it.” He admits to me as he yawns while I smile bobbing my head up and down knowingly without any judgments on my part. “Besides, I’m not the only one.” He teases me softly not wanting to upset the mood since he was feeling good at the moment.
He was leaning his back up against me so I knew he was referring to the obvious hard-on I had between my legs. There just wasn’t any denying it with him leaning right up against it. Not that I was hung or anything, but still an erection even at five inches doesn’t go unnoticed.
“I know Tim…but for real…it doesn’t bother you me seeing you like this…you know.” I nod my head at his obvious erection. “Not only that, but also since you know I’m gay?”
The younger boy just looks at me furling his eyebrows. “I’m kind of wishing I hadn’t said anything to you about that now Uncle Will. I don’t know what to say other than nothing’s changed with how I feel about you. You’ve been more of a dad to me than anything…not to mention like a good friend. It’s not like some of my best friends haven’t seen me pop one a time or two. We just joke around about it because we know it happens to all of us. So to be honest…no I could care less if you see me like this…or if you are gay…or whatever else.” He tells me forcefully as I just sigh nodding my head making him smile at me happy that I could just accept things the way they are for now.
Tim returns his attention back to the topic of discussion that had come alive between his legs, and I watch him slowly reach down and wrap his fist around both the fabric of his shorts and hard erection. There’s no denying his size now, not to mention I could pretty much tell the shape of it as he pulls down forcing the material up tightly against his rigidness. Even the slight curvature and shape of his knob is shown off prominently now making me shiver at the sexiness of it. The obvious wet spot spreads out even more now creating a round dampness about the size of a half dollar. Tim chuckles at himself before letting go of his package as he slowly smoothes out the fabric of his shorts.
“Come-on buddy let’s get ready for bed. I can’t pick you up in my arms like I used to when you were little so you are just going to have to manage on your own.” I whisper softly continuing to gaze fondly at his mostly naked youthful statuesque like beauty.
Tim yawns nodding his head. “Yeah, I suppose, but I think I’m going to hop in the shower first…to um…you know…wash the chlorine off my body.” He states as he climbs over me his rigid four and a half inch erection creating a good sized tent in his red colored shorts. Even though he’s already taken a shower a couple of hours ago it makes me think I’ll do the same before going to bed. “Oh…and I think maybe also take care of this little problem you created for me.” He teases pumping his hips in a fucking motion just several inches in front of my face laughing as his hard tube forces the fabric to tent outwards obscenely. I just frown at him admonishingly, but also not able to help myself because of the situation I begin to laugh at his little exhibitionist taunt.
Seeing Tim like this reminds me of another sexy fourteen year old boy, one who had also made my heart go pitter patter at one point in my life. It was actually my very first brush with love, brief as it may have been; although, if truth be known, first loves always tend to be fleeting in most cases. Now as I watch Tim climb up off the couch his sleek body moving gracefully towards his bathroom, my mind races backwards in time when life seemed so much simpler.
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End of Chapter Two
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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 began 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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Not once had Arty even noticed me standing there watching him only a mere ten feet away. He had been so focused on what he was doing that he had blocked out everything all around him. Watching him go through what was only natural for a twelve year old boy had left me panting as well with my own erection leaking a bit inside of my pants. However, now after the fact, I was also feeling a tad mortified at having spied on him like this in what was obviously a very private moment. Not wanting to get caught standing there and gawking at him, I silently retreated while his senses were still reeling and all muddled up in the afterglow of his euphoric moment.
It was hot and I didn’t want to go all the way back to the bottom of the stairs so I stopped about a third of the way down and turned around. “Hey Arty, are you up there?” I yelled out to him giving the boy enough warning as I made my way up the stairs hearing a small splashing noise. “I brought back some pizza figuring you’re probably starving by now.” I finished cresting the top stair pretending to look around before making my way over to the side of the pool.
Arturo had jumped into the pool when he heard me yell up, probably because he was still coming down from the high of his orgasm with his goop splattered over the front of him. Now immersed chest deep in the cool waters of the pool I saw him just finishing up wiping himself clean before he made his way over towards the edge of the pool. He glanced up at me smiling nervously looking a bit guilty as if he had been up to no good. It made me chuckle inwardly because I knew very well what sort of naughty little thing he had been up to. I didn’t say anything though figuring he was only doing what boys do naturally at his age.
Laughing, I just shook my head looking down at him, and squatted down getting closer to his level of sight. “Well from the looks of the garden I guess you needed to cool off. It’s scorching hot out here so I can’t blame you.” I offered up to him by way of getting the conversation going, and to also deflect him from feeling so uncomfortable. “Everything looks really great Arty, so why don’t you get dressed and let’s grab a bit to eat.” I suggested to him as he just glanced towards his damp sweaty and filthy grime coated clothes with me following his gaze. “Oh, yuck…um…let me go to the change room and get a towel so you can get dried off along with a robe for you to wear. We can toss your clothes in the washer to rinse them out real quick while you eat and then dry them off.” I suggested setting the pizza on the nearby small table that had a large umbrella in place for some shade as I made my way towards the change room.
There was movement and a sloshing sound behind me so I instinctively turned around to see what it was. Arturo had pulled himself out of the pool, and was standing there completely naked with water dripping off of his body creating a puddle around his feet. Involuntarily I gasped again at the bronzed splendor quickly recovering as I took in his darkly tanned body with a lighter buttery ivory coloration around his midriff. His penis had softened shrinking down to about two and a half inches. His smooth tight boy pouch was now hugging his body closely instead of hanging down loosely like it had earlier when he was soaking up the warmth of the sun’s rays while lounging in the chair. I knew cold water had a way of shrinking things, and Arty had just now jumped in so I was sure it had shocked his nice toasty warm boy bits forcing them to automatically shrink up protectively.
I hadn’t expected him to simply hop out of the pool stark naked like that, but I guess it didn’t bother him since I’ve seen him naked on numerous occasions over the years when he came visiting to swim in the pool. Not wanting to get caught gawking at him, I immediately turned back around heading towards the change room. If I had made an issue of it, or said anything, it could have made him a bit self conscious about the situation. As it was kids these days grow up fast enough, and it was refreshing to see at least one youngster behaving in some ways like a little boy without some of the cares in the world.
By the time I returned back to the pool the warm sun had already pretty much dried Arturo off, and I noticed that his soft smooth leathery pouch had loosened swinging lazily between his legs. His flaccid boy tube had also relaxed some getting bigger and settling into its normal softened state. It was now about three inches long, looking fairly hefty in girth, and drooping over his smooth boy pouch. I tossed him the towel and robe, and studied him for a moment while he quickly ran the dry soft cottony material over his body. Not wanting to appear as if I was ogling him, I picked up the pizza and turned heading towards the building just as he was running the towel between his legs drying off his privates. While I made my way to the house he hurried to finish drying off, then draped the towel over one of the chairs before slipping his arms into the robe which hung loosely around him a few sizes too big. Stooping over, he picked up his filthy clothes, and hustled to catch up to me.
Setting the pizza on the kitchen counter I motioned for him to take a seat and begin eating while I took his dirty clothes from his arms. A minute or two later I had rejoined him after tossing his dirty clothes in the washer starting it up. I had to smile at him noticing he hadn’t even bothered closing the front of his robe not seemingly bothered by the fact I could see his naked body. In a way it kind of made me happy to know how comfortable he felt around me, reminding me of how close his family had become over the years.
“This is sooooo good,” Arturo smiled happily as I nodded my head in agreement taking another bite myself before heading over to the fridge.
“Yeah, I always love Luigi’s pizza. Want something to drink?” I asked him noticing the boy nod his head in the affirmative. “Milk, water, juice, or soda?” I offered up as he paused for a moment.
“Is it alright if I have some soda pop?” He asked making sure since I knew his mom didn’t allow him to drink too much of the caffeinated and sugary stuff.
“Yeah sure…you most definitely earned it, but we will compromise just for your mom’s sake.” I told him as I held up a can of root beer. “All the sugar, but no caffeine.” I told him laughing as he joined in and chuckled while nodding his head.
“Yeah, I suppose my mom at least won’t be too bent out of shape since it doesn’t have caffeine. Oh crap…I mean shoot.” He quickly amended momentarily forgetting an adult was around glancing at me to make sure he wasn’t in trouble.
“What’s wrong?” I asked brushing aside his word usage effectively letting him know I didn’t care about the whole ‘crap’ thing.
“Um…I never called mom or went home to tell her I was here.” He responded looking a bit mortified and worried.
“It’s cool Arty; I called her up when I got to work. She’s glad you will be keeping busy this summer.” I told him seeing the relief cross his features before his eyes looked at me a bit worried once more. “Don’t worry…I didn’t say anything about…um…you know.” I assured him seeing the boy relax once more yet still sort of blush a bit embarrassed about me catching him earlier that morning.
Not wanting to make him dwell on it any further I simply ignored the issue as I began chatting with him about how his school year had gone, and what else he had been up to. From what he told me I could tell that a lot of things he used to do in school or in general he had kind of let go to the wayside. He used to play different sports, and I also knew he used to play his guitar singing along all the time. Now, from the way he was talking it was as if all of that passion he used to have for those things simply wasn’t there anymore. I sort of began bringing some of these things up with him casually. I let him know at appropriate intervals how sad I thought it was that he wasn’t doing those things anymore while also trying to encourage him in a subtle way to get back involved with them. I didn’t want to pressure him or make him feel like I was forcing it on him, so just kept the conversation casual.
The pizza was huge, and we didn’t even manage to eat half of it when we both sort of began to moan feeling stuffed to the gills. “I’m done,” Arty finally announced, with me agreeing whole heartedly.
“Yeah, me too.” I replied covering the pizza up, and leaving it on the counter for now.
Then something happened, just like that out of the blue Arty looks at me before looking down, and blurts out. “Um…Mr. Will…do you ever…uh…I mean…when you were my age did you ever…you know…um…touch yourself…down there?” He asked me blushing as he nodded towards his privates making me automatically look down at his nakedness noticing it had sort of chubbed up a little. It was still flaccid, but I could tell it was beginning to stir a little as it sort of twitched upwards involuntarily on its own.
The question had simply come out of nowhere catching me by surprise. “I…um,” I began sputtering with my mind reeling while my mouth sort of got dry due to the awkwardness of the situation.
It kind of put me in a bit of a bind as I tried to figure out why on earth he would bring something like that up just out of the blue. I’m sure he would have discussed this with his father, but considering the situation now didn’t know where he could turn. If I went down this road I’d at least have to let his mom know in a generalized way that I had spoken with him about certain things. I was sure she wouldn’t be upset, but still it was something she would need to know in case it ever came up.
I’ve had this sort of conversation before, as a matter of fact with Mary’s son at about the same age, but I had been prepared for it. Arturo’s question really shouldn’t have surprised though because there truly isn’t a perfect time or place for such a topic. It does help though if there is some pre-warning that it is coming like in Tim’s case.
At the time Mary had casually mentioned things to me beforehand saying her son was getting a bit strange about things in general. The boy had been sort of hinting at things with her, but was seemingly too embarrassed to ask anything specific. She had asked me if I would be comfortable enough to talk to her son if he brought it up with me. I could tell it was difficult for her to even ask me, but I knew she also felt in a bit of a bind about it since her son didn’t have anyone else that he could confide in. In the end I told her that if it did somehow come up I would try my best, but asked if she was sure I should be the one to talk with him about such things. She had just shrugged her shoulders and said it was better me than her since that truly would probably creep her son out.
Not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable for Arturo, I took a deep breath, gathered my composure, and just gave the boy my full attention. “Um…Arty…maybe I should ask how much you know…about sex and stuff? I mean…have you and your dad…ever talked about this sort of thing?” I asked him knowing he would probably be a bit sensitive about bringing up his father into the conversation.
Sure enough when I posed the question he sort of flinched for a second, but then seemed to be alright with it as he just shrugged his shoulders shaking his head. “No…I mean…it’s just that before he…passed away…I…um…I didn’t have these kinds of feelings.” He admitted as he glanced over towards me to see if that was strange.
Smiling at him warmly I just nodded my head letting him know I understood. “I see, so I take it that recently you’ve started to…touch yourself…um…because it feels good?” I more stated than asked as he nodded his head.
“Um…yeah. A couple of weeks after papa passed away when I turned twelve I noticed…um…you know…things changing…down here.” He blushed as he pointed to his pubic hair still seemingly unconcerned that he was naked in front of me, and that I could see how much he’s changed. “It sort of happened real fast, and then one day I was in the shower and…um…you know…cleaning myself down there when all of a sudden…I…I…um…just felt so good that…uh…stuff sort of came out from my…uh…thingy. At first I thought I peed all over, but then knew something else happened…you know…different…um…sexual.” He explained to me blushing at having admitted something so private.
There was no getting around things now because we were both sort of committed to the conversation at this point. So as was the case when Tim brought up the whole puberty thing up a few years back, I decided to just keep things open and simple with the conversation.
“I see Arty. Well the first thing I want to say…and I realize you probably already know this…but all boys go through this sort of thing. Like I said, I’m sure there’s a lot you already know, but I can see there are other things that you aren’t so sure of and are worried about. Well, let’s just say there is nothing to be worried about because you are just going through puberty, like all boys have to do at some point or other. This happens to all boys, but it happens at different times for everyone. In many ways we all go through the same thing, yet in other ways it is also unique and different for each individual. What happened to you in the shower is what we call an orgasm, and it is something very natural so you don’t have to be afraid or ashamed that it happened. I bet it felt really good…,” I stated pausing for a moment as he sort of blushed and nodded his head. “Yeah, the first time always seems the best one ever, and it also seems to surprise most of us when it happens.” I added the last part chuckling and trying to interject a little humor into the conversation as I began to explain more to him while he listened to me intently relieved that I wasn’t teasing him personally about it.
He seemed happy that I was willing to talk to him about a touchy topic without making such a fuss over it. I could tell he had been worried that what he was doing, and how he felt, was somehow wrong. Slowly but methodically I got him to open up even more about himself regarding what was going on with him. At appropriate times I explained the typical things boys his age were curious about concerning the whole puberty issue. He admitted to me about jacking off a lot lately, and that he was having sexual fantasies. I assured him these things were only natural, and that many boys his age masturbated.
“Yeah…but sometimes…um…I…uh,” he stuttered and paused for a moment wondering how much he should tell me.
Not saying anything so he could take a moment to gather his thoughts together he just sighed and looked up at me. “Mr. Will, sometimes I think about boys too…you know.” He looked at me biting his lower lip nervously about what I would say about that.
“Oh…I see…and you think this is strange or maybe somehow wrong?” I asked him as he just shrugged his shoulders in a non-committal way. “Listen Arty, right now there’s all sorts of things you are dealing with because your body is going through so many changes. Just because sometimes you think about boys…um…in a…well…let’s just say that it doesn’t mean anything one way or the other. There are a lot of boys who do things together to help each other out, and it’s only natural to think about those things too.”
“Really?” He asked me looking relieved.
“Yeah…really Arturo. Just because you think about other boys, or even do some things with them, doesn’t mean you are gay or anything. I know you are kind of worried about that even though you didn’t say it specifically, but believe me there are a lot of boys your age who find out it is kind of nice to help one another out until they can figure things out; especially, where girls are concerned.” I told him noticing him blush and then sort of giggle nervously that I would even suggest he would have sex with girls or for that matter other boys even though I had caught him earlier giving a blowjob to an older boy. “I take it the guy this morning was the first time for you with someone else?” I asked him as he nodded his head a little self-conscious now about what had happened.
“Yeah, but I didn’t like it.” He admitted furrowing his eyebrows.
“Well, that’s because you knew deep down it wasn’t right for you, well at least not with him. It doesn’t mean that you can’t have a bit of fun with other boys if that’s what you want, and also as long as the other person is into it as well. It also doesn’t mean it makes either one of you gay. It’s just that you are starting to discover things for yourself. You know…about how you feel regarding certain things with others. In a way doing that sort of thing with friends and stuff makes great practice for later, when things happen for real. Not only that, the feeling is way better when someone else does it for you.” I teased him as he giggled nervously at my suggestion. “Believe me having a good friend your own age who can help you out from time to time can make your day.” I laughed seeing him blush, and also noticing he was starting to get hard. “Looks like you could use one of your buddies right about now to ease some of the tension.” I continued to goof around with him trying to lighten up the mood.
He looked down at himself his cheeks turning red before giving me a half hearted shove at my friendly banter. “Geeze for real Mr. Will, I can’t believe you just said that.” He giggled knowing I was just messing around with him. “Besides, aren’t you the one who just got done telling me this sort of thing will be happening a lot now…you know…down there, and that it is only normal.” He chided.
“I did, but still you might want to consider covering yourself up when that happens.” I chuckled shaking my head watching his boyhood continue to inflate as he just looked down at himself and then back up.
“Why…it’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before, and it’s not like you are a girl or anything.” He remarked innocently. “It doesn’t bother me if ‘you’ see me naked.” He emphasized a bit baffled that after all these years it would become an issue now.
“Yeah, but if you haven’t noticed things have changed a bit for you since then. I’m an adult who isn’t your dad, and it’s not like we are in a locker room getting changed or anything. Some people would kind of frown at the situation even though there isn’t anything bad about it between the two of us.” I tried to explain.
“Does it bother you seeing me naked? I mean do you think it is ugly or something?” He asked me once more surprising me by his questions because it wasn’t one I would expect as he gazed down at himself scrutinizing his privates a bit closer.
“Of course not Arty…I think you have a very sexy body and are a beautiful boy…it’s just some people might not understand.” I tried to explain to him as he smiled at my flattering comment while shrugging his shoulders.
“Well I don’t care if you see me naked then; especially, if no one is around. I don’t want things to change between us just because of this puberty thing.” He scrunched up his eyebrows trying to figure out what the whole to do was about this sort of thing.
Not wanting to make a big deal out of it I just shrugged my shoulders letting him know it was cool with me if that’s how he felt about it. The last thing I wanted was for him to become self conscious about the whole sex and nudity thing. It was bad enough these days that our society takes what is so natural perverting it making kids feel ashamed about their bodies, and what is happening to them. Besides, from personal experience I knew in the Hispanic culture boys were often teased about their endowment in a playful banter among their friends and family. To Arturo I was more like family.
“Anyway Arty, I know you probably still have a lot of questions about things, but for now maybe we should just let what we discussed sort of sink in so you can digest it. We will talk about it some more later on, or whenever you have questions about something, alright?” I asked him as he nodded his head. “Good then because I still have a lot of phone calls to take care of today. I’m going to drop your clothes in the dryer, take a quick shower, and then take care of some work. You can go for another dip in the pool, watch something on the television set, or get out a movie if you want. You know where everything is in the house, and can do whatever you want until your clothes dry. If you need something just holler.” I told him as I glanced at my watch noticing it was almost two in the afternoon.
It was still early enough in the day, and with a two hour difference between here and Illinois it still gave me plenty of time to make the calls before the offices closed down for the evening. I still needed to make some calls overseas as well to confirm the arrangements I had made earlier in the morning, but I wouldn’t be able to do that until later tonight since it was already eleven in the evening over there. I had managed to take care of everything earlier this morning with the airline tickets and all, but I still needed to double check on all the appropriate paperwork, and then confirm everything overseas. It was Illinois that was the crux of things, and the guy I talked to earlier this morning told me to call back later on around four in the afternoon. I had just enough time to grab a quick shower before making my call.
Arturo smiled nodding his head letting me know it was cool. “No problems Mr. Will.” He assured me letting me know he didn’t mind being left to his own devices for a while. “Would it be alright if I get cleaned up too?” He asked as I nodded my head letting him know it was alright, and not minding in the least knowing that even though he had hopped in the pool it still had been a long day for him getting all sweaty and grimy.
By the time I finished up with everything it was getting close to four in the afternoon. After my shower I had slipped into a pair of comfortable blue and red colored Under Armour polyester gym shorts that I normally wore around the house because they were comfortable. It wasn’t uncommon for me to walk around shirtless so I hadn’t bothered with a shirt because it was warm enough in the house. I also wasn’t worried about Arturo seeing me walking around like this since he’s seen me at the pool plenty of times dressed in just a pair of shorts or bathing suit.
Besides, I was pretty fit, working out almost everyday in my little home gym so it wasn’t as if I had anything to hide. To be honest when I got out of college I was getting a bit on the flabby side so had decided to get back into shape. Over the years I had worked out just about every day, and now had a pretty good athletic figure. I wasn’t necessarily buff or anything, but I did have wiry strong muscles. I had always been a stout kind of guy, but never fat or anything, and now that I worked out regularly I had a sort of solid figure in a very sexy kind of way if I say so myself. I’ve received many compliments from the female persuasion over the years who were hitting on me, and a good many of them were really very sexy women so I guess I did look good.
Making my way into the guest bathroom I noticed the rumpled up towel next to the washer realizing Arturo must have also hopped in the shower. I made a mental note to get another one out of the closet to replace the dirty one as I shoved it inside the washer to rinse out later on when I had more clothes to wash. I began sorting out Arturo’s clothing holding up his small Hanes white boy’s briefs which made me smile and shake my head. They looked really tiny in my hands as I inspected them. I noticed how even after being washed and dried there was a little bulge in the front area where Arty’s ample sized twelve year old boy bits would be snuggled up. Sighing, I folded them up wondering not for the first time what it would be like to have kids of my own. For a couple of years now I’ve checked into different options and possibilities of having my very own family.
Of course there was adoption, but I was a single guy and gay to boot, which of course wasn’t public knowledge. Still during the process this sort of question would naturally come up. However, these days it isn’t the whole gay thing that holds up adoptions per se, but rather the whole issue of me not qualifying just due to the fact I was single. There was also the scientific route with varying degrees of options in this regard as well. To be honest having a kid who was truly mine biologically was the most appealing to me, and also the more viable option legally. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t afford it or anything, but it just seemed that what truly held me back was my overwhelming commitment to work and how much of my time it took up. Having a family would most definitely change my lifestyle. Not that this would be a bad thing, but it had sort of been the determining factor of holding off on making that sort of commitment.
Finishing folding up Arturo’s clothes I picked them up heading out the door into the living room area. Looking around I didn’t see him there, and taking a peak out the window I noticed he wasn’t outside either, so made my way to the guest bedroom. The door was open so I stuck my head inside noticing the television running with Arty’s slight form spread out on top of the queen sized bed.
He looked so peaceful lying there asleep with his soft angelic features devoid of any stress or cares in the world. Slipping silently inside the room I made my way over to the bed, sat down next to him, and set his clothes off to the side. It was warm inside the bedroom so Arty dozed comfortably without any covers. He still had on the robe, but it was spread out along the side of his body leaving him completely exposed.
Arturo breathed in and out steadily in his sleep with his chest rising and lowering in an even rhythm. He had really smooth skin on his sleek physique as my eyes wandered over his nakedness taking in every little nuance. Except for a few minor scratches from the yard work he had done today the boy’s skin was silky smooth and unblemished. My gaze slowly traveled downwards settling on his light brown ivory toned mid-riff enjoying what I was looking at. He was Hispanic so naturally his body had that naturally buttery coloration, but his mid-riff was much lighter since it wasn’t normally exposed to sunlight.
I’ve seen him naked on several occasions throughout the years, but this was the first time that I’ve really looked at him this closely. Since he was asleep I took the opportunity to get a better look at a boy’s uncut penis as I scooted closer to him lying down right next to his slumbering body. The heat from Arturo’s slumbering form radiated outwards seemingly engulfing me in its warm embrace.
Leaning nearer I studied his soft three inch shaft noting how silky smooth his tightly wrapped skin looked as it tapered closed at the tip end of his penis. Now that I was closer to him I detected at the very nub end of his foreskin two slight wrinkles in an otherwise completely tight and smooth surface. Gasping at the compelling view I automatically inhaled inwards. Closing my eyes blissfully I savored the clean musky scent of soap, intermingled with his personal fragrance, as it wrapped around my head making me a bit lightheaded. It appeared to be stronger between his legs so I leaned in even closer taking a deeper breathe my head spinning even more while my body shuddered unexpectedly. It’s been years since I’ve smelled the familiar alluringly sensual sexy scent of a boy.
Opening up my eyes I gazed once more at the original reason why I had climbed in bed next to Arturo. My eyes focused on his boy tube noticing a large pulsing thick bluish vein running along the length of his shaft on the left side. There were other thin blue spidery like filaments that seemed to crisscross just beneath the surface of his tubular skin like branches of a river. The snug fitting foreskin wrapped around his bullet shaped knob like a surgeon’s glove while his loose pouch hung down between his legs. Looking closer I noticed that his left testicle seems to be slightly lower than the right one. This didn’t surprise me, and I knew soon enough both of them would be hanging down at about the same level as he developed further physically. Most of his pubic mound was still hairless, but he did have a nice tight dark patch of curly pubes surrounding the base of his thick shaft. All in all, not bad for a boy who turned twelve a month or two back.
Even though he had a small patch of pubic hairs already, his arms and legs were still relatively hairless making me smile appreciatively at the smoothness of his skin. I fervently hoped that he would be one of those kids who didn’t get too much hair on his body. I know that on some guys that can be sexy, but for some reason as I pictured him growing into a man I thought he would look better if he wasn’t so hairy all over.
Of course at twelve he was at the most beautiful point of his development in my opinion. I’ve always felt that boys around this age tended to be at the most striking point in their development. There was only a short few years in our lives as boys where we are at the peak of perfection. It tended to start around ten or eleven lasting for a few years into our early teen years before puberty runs its course. Once puberty finishes off with us there is no going back in time as our bodies propel us into adulthood from that point forward pretty much staying this way throughout our remaining days.
In and of itself there is nothing wrong with growing up and our bodies changing, but to me it just seems like there is only a short period of time during our transition when we have one foot on each side of the door. While one foot remains firmly planted in the realm of simplicity and purity, the other one steps over the border into the realm of obscurity and lost innocence. It is a time of: remaining naïve and knowing all is well in the world, newness filled with possibilities and discoveries, and our sexual awakenings with all it has to offer us. It is a time of balance, which slowly shifts into the realm of adulthood over a span of a few years where once we cross over can never go back. In a word it was a time of sheer…perfection.
Arty seemed to stir in his sleep for a moment before settling down as I watch his penis begin to inflate in front of me. This is the first time I’ve ever been this close as his erection grows right in front of my eyes. It was amazing to watch how three inches slowly rises and tops out at four plus inches, and how it seems to thicken in girth with his skin pulling ever tighter around his stout tube. Even his glans seems to flare out fatter as the foreskin seems to slip backwards a little or rather perhaps it is his shaft sliding forward. Once his penis stopped growing the tip of it was barely visible peaking out from beneath the hood of his jacketed sleeve.
The sultriness of the moment made me quiver nervously, and I felt an urge to reach out for Arturo’s large twelve year old hard endowed sexiness. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to hold an uncut penis in my fingers sliding the foreskin up and down a boy’s hard shaft. Swallowing the lump in my throat I stifled this urge as I sighed shaking my head at how wrong it was for me to feel this way towards the boy. Besides, Arturo looked so peaceful and at ease in his slumber state that I didn’t want to spoil the moment with my lustfulness. So instead I reach out and gently swirl my fingers through the dark silky hair on his forehead before stroking his cheek gently with the back of my fingers.
He responded to my gentle touch by inhaling softly his chest rising upwards. Reaching down I slowly ran the tip of my finger around his right nipple chuckling as goose bumps seemed to bubble up along the trail I leave behind. Arty’s eyes slowly flutter open, and he gazes up at me for a moment before he begins to smile happily. Without warning he reaches out rolling his weight partially on top of me as he throws his left leg over my waist while wrapping his arms around my neck.
He snuggles his body tightly up against me, and hugs me affectionately as his head uses my chest like a pillow. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that his erection is rubbing up against the side of my stomach. The move catches me by surprise, and I reflexively stiffen up for a second before relaxing returning his tender embrace. He shifts around a little, and it almost seems as if he is gently rubbing his groin into me, but I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or just something subconscious and innocent on his part.
“Um…so what’s this for,” I chuckle as I slowly run my fingers across his back feeling him shiver in my arms at the tingling sensation I knew it must be giving him.
“Mmmm,” he sighs. “That feels kind of nice.” He breathes out pausing for a moment. “I…uh…I just forgot to thank you…I mean…you know for earlier this morning…and then later with talking to me about some stuff that I’ve been kind of worried about. You know…puberty and everything. I…u…just don’t really have anyone I can talk to about that sort of thing?” He admitted to me.
“What about your uncles or maybe cousins?” I ask him as he just shakes his head.
“No…they’d just tease me about it. I’m the youngest from everyone, and they just always…um…you know treat me like a little baby. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for everything,” he whispered softly as he tried to snuggle even closer to me almost as if he were trying to desperately hang on to this moment.
It sort of dawned on me that he used to snuggle up to his father over the years too. Miguel would be sitting in a chair, and Arty would just climb on top of his lap cuddling up to his dad even falling asleep in the man’s arms sometimes. It had just been something he had always done so I never had paid it any attention until now. I could tell he was missing those times with his father, so I sighed sadly holding him to me while tenderly stroking his back.
“That reminds me Arty; I laid an envelope on the kitchen counter for you. I put in a hundred fifty dollars for the yard work you did today, and for the first weeks payment. Since there is more work to start out with in the garden getting it all under control I felt you deserve additional compensation. To start out I’ll pay Forty dollars every Friday for you to come over a few hours a week to maintain the garden, and if there is any extra work I’ll pay you for it. I’ll also set up an account at Morales Lawn and Garden shop down the street in case you have to pick anything up. If you do pick up supplies just leave the receipt on the counter outside…fair enough?” I asked him as I felt him stiffening up for a moment before clasping me even tighter.
His body began to shake a little, and I heard him sniveling wondering what I had said to upset him. I paused for a moment forcing him to loosen his grip on me as I reached down tilting his tear streaked face up towards me. “What’s wrong Arturo?” I asked him as he just shook his head collapsing in my arms once more.
Not knowing what else to do I just held him running my fingers up and down his back soothingly. I could feel his erection pressed up firmly against the side of my stomach, and couldn’t help myself as I got hard between my legs as well. My five inch erection pressed up against the fabric of my silky shorts, and when I looked down I could see a small wet spot knowing I was leaking a little. There really wasn’t anything sexual going on between the two of us, but I suppose it was just the closeness of the situation making our bodies react in a natural kind of way.
We both stayed like that for a while longer neither one of us wanting to shatter the intimate moment as I held him tenderly in my arms gently stroking his back. Slowly he began to calm down, and I felt him begin to rock his hips into me. His hard erection slid along the side of my stomach, and when I looked down I could see the tip of his glans slithering in and out from beneath its protective sleeve. It was so damn sexy hot, and I could feel my breathing begin to increase while the temperature inside of me began to rise making me flush in the face.
“Um…Arty…please…I…uh…we need to stop Arty. I…um…we can’t do this.” I seemed to whimper as he continued to slowly thrust his hips into me as his breathing became erratic. “Arty…STOP.” I stated more forcefully, but not in a harsh way because I didn’t want him to feel bad about the situation.
It was just one of those things where sometimes people get caught up in the moment without realizing it, and I didn’t want to upset him. I felt Arturo stiffen up for an instant his face looking crestfallen when he gazed up at me.
“I…um…I thought you like me.” He stated simply as I opened my mouth before closing it shut wondering how I had managed to give him the wrong impression.
“Arty of course I like and care…,” I began to say but wasn’t able to finish because he all of a sudden scrambled off the bed forcing me to swing my legs over the side to sit up.
“It’s because I’m Mexican isn’t it?”
Even though there was a large proportionate Hispanic representation in Phoenix there was also an increasing resentment towards them in the city by certain members of the population in general. I guess even kids in the Hispanic community were starting to pick up on this growing hostility.
Grabbing him I pulled him back down on to the bed, his robe spreading outwards exposing his nakedness. I rolled on top of the small boy holding him to me while giving him a firm hug before he could cover himself back up. He stiffened up for a moment trying to wriggle free, but then relaxed returning my embrace as he seemed to sniffle a little. We stayed like that for several minutes until he seemed to calm down before I finally released him. Softly exhaling, I gently stroked his cheeks noticing a few wet streaks trickling down the sides.
“No Arty, it isn’t because you are Hispanic.” I told him using the more appropriate terminology. “Besides, you were born and raised here so you are an American plain and simple.” I whispered soothingly to him.
“But then why…I mean…you know… I thought you were gay…and…and…I see how you look at me sometimes so don’t you like me…um…you know…my body?” He asked seemingly confused while I on the other hand stared back in shock.
He was doing that a lot to me today, surprising me with a curveball. Every time I think I have things figured out he throws a curving baseball at me. Now, not only did he shock me with a curve regarding me being interested in his body in a sexual way, but he also had slipped in the whole ‘gay’ thing as he lobbed a slider at me.
“How did you…I mean…what makes you think that?” I asked him my stuttering all but giving me away.
“Papa told me. He said it doesn’t matter though because it is what a person has in his heart that says who he is as a man. He also told me that just because you were gay I shouldn’t worry about it…you know if you saw me naked and stuff…because you wouldn’t hurt me or anything. To be honest I never even understood why I should be embarrassed about you seeing me naked anyway. I mean after all you’ve seen me ever since I was like a little kid and all, so it’s not as if that’s changed all that much.” He explained to me, but I could see he was still wondering why we couldn’t do things together.
Looking down into his eyes he gazed back at me those green sparkling orbs boring right through to my soul. It was the first time I really looked at them this close, and what I saw just baffled my mind. They were a stunning creation beyond comprehension, not only because they were a rare color for people to have, but also because his green eyes were so unique. There was a thin dark black outer ring, followed by a wider band of an emerald like coloration. Within that sphere were different wave like formation almost like some of those pictures you see which the Hubbell telescope has taken over the years in space. Interspersed throughout the emerald colored oceanic waves were amber tinted flakes that added depth to the greenish highlighted coloration of his eyes. Finally, there was another thin amber colored band between the black inner iris of his eyes and the wide green colored expansive ring of sea. I quivered involuntarily at the beauty and intensity of his gaze as I tried to come back to my senses so I could answer his question.
“Arty, you have no idea just how beautiful I find you. Everything about you makes my body come alive, even your eyes. You are so sexy hot, but I just couldn’t do that to you. I could never do anything to hurt you.” I tried to explain to him as he furled his eyebrows.
“Sex hurts…I mean I thought you said sex feels really good?” He asked a bit confused and with a childish purity that can come only from an innocent.
His childlike naive comment made me bark with laughter for a split second before I stifled it because I could see the hurt expression on his sweet little boyish features. “I’m sorry Arty…really…I wasn’t laughing at you or anything. It just reminds me when I was your age is all. I was just as mystified about the whole sex stuff as you are right now. But for real…listen Arty I don’t mean the actual sex part hurting you; although, there are some aspects of this that can kind of hurt, but you don’t have to worry about that because it isn’t something you will be trying just yet, if ever.” I told him as he sort of got worried about the whole sex hurting thing.
This whole issue sort of got twisted now, and it was also getting confusing for Arturo so I paused for a moment trying to gather my thoughts together before continuing. “Listen Arty, the whole sex thing can sometimes be complicated, and there are many different facets to it. Some things just aren’t relevant to some boys while with other kids it is. Yes there are some physical aspects of sex that can hurt in some ways, but those same activities can also be very pleasing and satisfying if done correctly. It is something though that is more than likely never going to happen to you, and if it does, probably not until you are older and when you will know how to do that sort of sex act properly. Do you understand?” I asked him trying to make him more at ease as I noticed him nodding his head in relief that sex isn’t going to hurt him.
“Yeah I guess. So…you are saying sex can hurt, but the sex I might be doing now won’t…like when I…um…you know…touch myself?” He looked at me for reassurance that he was thinking along the correct lines as I nodded my head. “Also, more than likely the sex that does hurt I won’t ever be doing anyway. Does that sex have to do with gay guys?” He asked me making me look at him suspiciously before realizing it wasn’t directed at me rather just an innocent enough question without any judgments.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that, but it is also something that guys can do to girls, but feels good for the guy, but can be painful for the girl. That’s also something you don’t have to worry about for now. Remember, I told you some things are better understood when you are a little older, and this is just one of those things. Also, just so you know if that sort of sex happens it can also be beautiful feeling good for everyone involved if done properly.” I told him honestly not wanting to take the conversation in a direction that it really didn’t need to at this stage of his development as he nodded his head.
“But you did say you didn’t want to hurt me.” Arturo insisted bringing us back to the original point.
“That’s right Arty, but I meant in here and here.” I told him pointing to his heart and mind as I continued. “Arty, I’m an adult and having sex with a boy just isn’t the right thing to do. I’m sure we’d both enjoy it very much, but it is always later on that regrets set in. I understand that right now you have these huge feelings inside of you, and that you are feeling things that are tough to understand. But remember how I told you that you shouldn’t be doing things with boys who are a lot older?” I asked him noticing the boy nodding his head. “Well the reason for this is that older boys are also having a difficult time dealing with those kinds of emotions. Sometimes they can’t control themselves just looking for instant gratification and release. At those times they aren’t thinking straight doing things that can hurt others. Sometimes it is physical, but also it is damaging in here and here.” I once more pointed to his heart and mind.
“Yes, but you aren’t an older boy who can’t control himself, and you said you wouldn’t hurt me.” Arturo insisted as he all of a sudden rolled into me squeezing himself against me tightly with our two bodies coming together in a tender embrace. “Besides, I…um…I like you a whole lot…and always dream about you…uh…you know…doing stuff together.” He admitted shocking me once more that some of the fantasies he alluded to earlier were about me as I felt something begin to twitch between Arturo’s legs.
Sighing I just held on to him for a moment feeling his erection pressing up against me before we separated. Smiling at him I gently ran the back of my fingers across his smooth soft cheeks while he just looked into my eyes. Leaning down I kissed him on the forehead breathing in the strawberry scented shampoo he had used in the bathroom. It made me lightheaded for a moment before I gathered together my thoughts once more.
“Yes, you are right about that Arty, and maybe when I was younger things might have been possible, but we can’t do this. I’m flattered that you think about me in that way…believe me.” I sighed smiling at him sincerely. “But for real this wouldn’t be right to you. When it does come time for your real first time it should be something special with someone closer to your age…someone who you really care about Arturo.” I whisper as I tenderly ran my fingers across his forehead flicking his hair off to the side. “So do you understand better now why we shouldn’t do this with each other?” I asked him as he seemed to exhale and roll his eyes.
“Yeah, I suppose. I mean sort of because it still doesn’t change the fact that I see you looking at me sometimes…like in a sexy kind of way. I mean I like you too…so don’t really see the big deal with it.” He pressed making me look at him not able to deny the fact he kind of turned me on.
“Yeah I know Arty, but that’s mostly because I’ve never seen another boy that still has skin on his penis. You are the only one I’ve ever seen like that, and ever since I first saw you naked it kind of made me curious about it. In a way I find it kind of sexy on you…I mean…you really do look sexy and all because of it…so I guess in a way you do turn me on sexually…but Arty…it just wouldn’t be right to do that kind of stuff with you.” I repeated my earlier reasoning.
“Really…I mean…you like how my skin looks down there…you know…um...my thingy?” He asks me making me shake my head that out of everything I had just said this is what he was picking up on.
“Yeah…I like how the skin on your…thingy…uh…penis looks on you.” I couldn’t help myself as I begin to laugh shaking my head noticing him smiling back at me with a sparkle in his demeanor.
“Why didn’t you ever just say so? If you are curious about it…here…,” he laughs as he rolls on to his back his erection pointing upwards at a forty five degree angle bobbing up and down with each beat of his heart as blood pulsed through his engorged shaft and glans, “then just take a closer look. It won’t bite…or spit at you.” He teases me playfully making me gawk at what he was suggesting.
“I don’t know Arty…what if someone finds out?” I hesitate as he just scrunches his eyebrows together a bit puzzled by my question.
“How is anyone going to find out about it? I mean I’m definitely not going to say anything to anyone. Besides, it isn’t as if we are having sex or anything since you refuse to pleasure me.” He giggled teasingly making me shake my head at him reproachfully while he continued. “It’s just you taking a closer look at my thingy…um…penis is all.” He amended starting to use some of the proper terminology. Go ahead…I really don’t mind. Besides, it kind of makes me happy that you like me and my thingy’s skin.” He giggled forgetting to use the proper term this time as he reached over grabbing my hand and pulling it over to his crotch.
A burning heat seemed to course through my veins as I hesitantly wrapped my fingers around his four inch stiff tube. It jerked at my initial contact with Arturo gasping audibly not expecting it to feel this good. I looked over at him while he recovered nodding he was alright now. Looking down at his erection in my fingers I swallowed down a lump in my throat. It felt so silky soft yet rigidly unyielding at the same time. It’s been years since I’ve actually felt another boy’s warm tube in my hands, hard or soft. I mean sure I’ve done this sort of thing with other men, but not a boy…not since I was one myself so many years ago. I had forgotten just how wonderful something like that felt as I slowly ran my fingers up and down the length of his shaft.
His penis jerked around a little, and I looked over at the smaller boy who just gazed down intently at what I was doing. I knew I’d have to be careful because the last thing I wanted to happen was to turn this into something sexual in nature. Also, by the way he was breathing I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring him over the edge, and giving him an orgasm was the last thing I wanted to do to him.
Leaning in for a closer look I slowly slid his foreskin downwards watching in fascination as the tip of his knob slipped into view. It was all shiny and looked purplish crimson in coloration. I continued to slide his foreskin down further wanting to get a look at his entire knob, but at one point it just sort of stopped. I glanced over at Arturo who stared back at me shrugging his shoulders.
“It doesn’t slide all the way down yet.” He explained as I nodded my head letting him know I understood. “I’m hoping that here soon it will finally detach completely.” He continued his explanation.
Slipping his skin back upwards I marveled at how something so tight can seem to glide so effortlessly back and forth. Once his foreskin slipped back over his knob I released his penis before dipping my hands downwards getting a feel of his heavy pouch.
“Damn, I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten in just a few months Arturo. You most definitely don’t have anything to be embarrassed about?” I whispered softly.
“Really…you think I’m pretty big down there?” He asks nervously.
“Yeah really, Arty. For a twelve year old boy you are doing alright in the size department…that’s no lie.” I assured him as he smiles at me a bit proud of the compliment while my fingers once more wrap around his hard shaft skinning him again.
My body quivers with lust because it feels so awesome and looks totally hot. Once his knob is exposed I detect a small bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of his penis. Without realizing it my finger slides over his boy slit removing the small pearly droplet from the tip of his glans. I feel his hardness lurch in my hand, and hear Arty gasp in surprise as he staves off the intense feeling threatening to overwhelm his small body. I shove my coated finger in my mouth noticing a sweet kind of flavor explode on my palate. I savor the moment enjoying the taste of Arturo’s essence as I glance over at him noticing the look on his face.
His mouth had dropped open when he saw me licking up his boy juice, and the look on his face was just too much as I began to bust up. “Holy crap…did you really…um…you know taste it?” He asks me as I nod my head.
“Yeah sorry, I really shouldn’t have done that to you, but I was just too curious.” I told him sincerely realizing I had sort of crossed the line as he just smiled at me.
“Well?” He asks me while I chuckle understanding all too well what he wanted to know.
“It’s official…you really are sweet.” I chuckle as we both just begin to laugh. “Come-on Arturo we better get you dressed so you can head home. We are sort of crossing the line here into this being something not right.” I tell him as we both roll of the bed.
He lets me get him dressed seemingly happy that I would do that for him. He mentions how it reminds him of when his own dad used to do the same thing. As he slips his legs into his underwear I pull them up into place before absentmindedly reaching out to adjust his still hard penis into a more comfortable position.
“Better?” I ask him as he just giggles.
“Yeah better, and something papa never did for me.” He chuckles giving me a hug. “But I don’t mind.” He reassures me noticing how his comment had made me blush.
“Yeah, well we probably won’t be doing that again. Don’t get me wrong I really appreciate you letting me take a closer look and all, but I could tell it was kind of intense for you. I don’t want…you know…something to happen by accident. I’d really feel bad if things went too far…you understand?” I tell him looking up into his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders.
“I suppose, so long as I can still come by to the pool, and swim naked and stuff. Also, I like it when we cuddle up together, and when you do other things like now with helping me get dressed. We can still do those sorts of things…right?” He asks me hopefully as I realize for him a part of it is just him missing having a fatherly kind of figure in his life.
“Sure…I’d like that too Arturo. Now scoot…and don’t forget your envelope.” I tell him as I smack him teasingly on his now clothes covered butt.
Arturo starts to head towards the door, pauses, and turns around jumping into my lap clasping his arms around my neck tightly. “Thank you for everything, and also for giving me some work…um…you know…yard work, not the sex kind.” He added at the end as he chuckled realizing how some comments can come off in a sexual kind of way. “The money will help around the house, and there’s no way anyone would ever pay me like that. This was so fair of you.” He tells me as he still hangs on to my neck.
“Arturo I pay a fair wage for a fair day’s work. You are so much like your father. You work hard taking pride in what you do, so deserve to get paid for it. Now scoot. You can come over a couple of times a week for a couple of hours each time to keep up with anything that needs to be done. I’ll call up the yard waste removal company, and have them take away the piles outside so don’t worry about that. Remember though that you can swim in the pool whenever you want, that goes for the rest of your family…alright?” I ask him as he releases me smiling cutely while nodding his head before turning to head home.
Sighing, I get up picking up the robe Arturo had been wearing. I could still smell his lingering scent on the material as I walked out of the bedroom ready to toss it into the laundry room to be washed. Pausing for a moment, I hold up the robe to my nose breathing in Arturo’s boyish scent deeply. Enjoying the light muskiness of his fragrance for a brief moment I finally sigh shaking my head before tossing it down by the wash machine. Turning back around I make my way out into the main room. It’s quiet in the house now as I look around wondering to myself what it would be like to have children living here.
My home was a fairly sterile kind of place even though it had that lived in feeling to it, but I could see the possibilities without having to change things around too much. It was a pretty big open space with open high ceilings. I would still be able to keep the front area all open, and if I absolutely had to, I could add a second floor above the bedrooms in the back area. Right now it was a two bedroom house, but it wouldn’t take much to add a second floor with two bedrooms and a bathroom up there as well. If done right I could also keep the open feel of the space by not enclosing the upstairs level off with walls. Instead it could be left open all along the front with a short wall so you could look down over the entire space below. With the tall windows from floor to ceiling facing towards the garden it would provide a view of epic proportions over the entire valley from inside the home.
As I thought about the redesigning of the space I once more reflected how fortunate I had been in finding this space at the offered price. It was sort of an odd situation with me being able to purchase this place in the building. There were several other sections which were also owned by various people or businesses, but the bulk of the storage building was done on a lease or rental agreement.
In a way I suppose the reason why my space hadn’t been bought up was due to the location, and the difficulty it created as a storage place. It was basically on the back portion of the building above the parking garage making it unrealistic as a storage area unlike the rest of the building. For me though it had been a perfect scenario to convert it into a home since it was so isolated. I had seen the potential of it being a home from the start with prominent people now shaking their heads flabbergasted that they hadn’t thought of it for themselves. In reality this was prime real estate worth way more than I paid or had into it with remodeling. Now as I continued to gaze around inside my house I knew it had even more potential; especially, for making this a family home.
Shaking my head I realized this was the engineering part of me rearing its ugly head. While I was in college I had taken some classes in design engineering to satiate my artistic side, and also because I’ve always had an interest there. At times this came in handy as I now began to consider the possibilities of having a future family life. Since I was thinking about how I could convert the unit I picked up a pad drawing out a rough draft. From time to time I would doodle around like this to take my mind off of work.
I was making good progress on the draft when I heard the doorbell ring bringing me out of my deep focus on the project at hand. Looking over at the clock on the kitchen wall I noticed it was just about six in the evening. Of course it was still light outside, not to mention still warm as I made my way over to the door that led out to the garage elevator. I wasn’t expecting anyone so wondered who it could be as I looked through the spy hole in the door. Scrunching up my eyebrows in surprise I opened up the door staring at the messy figure standing in front of me.
“Tim?” I spoke up after opening the door.
“Hey Uncle Will,” came the reply of the sleek lanky fourteen year old boy standing in the hallway covered in dirt and grime from head to toe.
Before I could say anything else he just dropped the gear he was holding in both hands, stepped up to me, and gave me a tender warm embrace catching me by surprise for a second. I automatically wrapped my arms around him returning the squeeze noticing my nether regions twitching with excitement. That didn’t surprise me in the least considering how Arturo had gotten me pretty worked up not all that long ago. It made me realize I should have taken care of that issue as soon as the twelve year old boy had left.
Tim’s teenaged pungent sweaty smell lingered around my nose, but it was familiar and I didn’t mind the odor as I just held him firmly to me. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and I’ve missed the boy. He used to come over regularly when he was younger, but as he’s gotten older the normal teenage activities started to compete with our time together. I didn’t mind knowing this was only natural for a growing boy.
“Oh crap…um…sorry Uncle Will.” Tim offered up taking a step back from me realizing how dirty he was. “I…uh…just finished up with Lacrosse practice.” He offered up by way of explanation.
Chuckling I just shook my head. “I’d take a hug from you no matter how smelly or filthy you were.” I teased him honestly.
“Well, in that case…,” Tim barked out as he stepped forward again wrapping his arms around me to effortlessly lift me up into the air.
He squeezed the air out of me for a moment as I realize how much stronger he’s gotten over the years. Setting me back down, he leaned in and continued his embrace, his musky scent once more assaulting my senses. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head affectionately as I just hugged him back.
“So, I take it you’ve talked to your mom?” I asked him as I felt him nodding his head.
“Yeah, and for real Uncle Will, that was really nice of you. Mom’s been so stressed out lately about money. I mean, I know we have everything we need and all. You know a nice enough home, clothes, food, and the little extras, but lately with me getting ready to head into High School she’s just been sort of worrying about college and all.” He told me seriously as he released me and smiled. “So when she told me about the bonus money, and the scholarship fund you set up for me, I just had to come over to thank you before you head off on your vacation. Which by the way shocks the hell out of me. I mean have you ever been on vacation before?” He states more than asks while chuckling as I motion for him to come inside.
The teen stooped over picking up his gear from practice and stepped inside the doorway pausing long enough to take off his shoes not wanting to track in any dirt. It didn’t surprise me he would do that because his mom raised him to be a well adjusted kid. I watched him for a moment noticing his strong wiry sleek figure as he moved around gracefully.
He was still wearing his Lacrosse jersey and shorts which were all sweaty and grimy from practice. The fourteen year old looked kind of studly in the yellow and green outfit. The short sleeved Lacrosse Y neck polyester material was designed to wick away the moisture created by athletic boys, and had the number twenty three plastered prominently on the front. He was wearing a matching pair of shorts made of the same polyester material that helped wick away any moisture. The shorts had a three inch contrast color DAZZLE straight side inserts with one row of main body color piping centered inserts and a nine inch inseam.
The material was lightweight flowing freely around his mid-riff as I watched Tim move about. Every once in the while the fabric would seem to settle around his package briefly exposing the outline of what he had between his legs. I haven’t seen him naked in years, but from what I could make out he hadn’t faired too badly in the whole teenage boy bits development department.
With his sleek body and nice sized bulge he was growing into a fine looking young teenager, and it wouldn’t surprise me any if he had a girl or two stashed off to the side without his mom knowing about it. Well at least him thinking his mom not knowing about it. That woman just seemed to know everything that went on in her son’s life.
He set down the large stuffed sports bag, which I knew contained his protective padding, next to his recently discarded shoes along with his shoulder pads, stick, and helmet before standing back up and following me inside. Not wanting him to take a seat on the couch in his dirty clothes I motioned for him to take one on the tall stool by the kitchen bar table. He moved gracefully with an even smooth gate making me smile at how handsome and poised he looked.
Taking a seat he shifted around and without thinking anything of it reached his hand down between the left leg openings of his shorts adjusting himself. He was wearing a protective jock strap that must have pinched him or become too constrictive. For a brief second as he tugged on his jock strap his left testicle popped out. It pressed up against the soft leather skin of his scrotum sack making me quiver excitedly, once more reminding me that I should have taken care of myself earlier after Arturo had left. The membrane around his left walnut sized testicle stretched around the oval shaped spongy stone tightly; the bluish magenta colored strands of veins creating a maze of lines just beneath the surface of the skin. My own penis twitched inside my shorts as I took a seat across from Tim, my eyes locked on to him as I watched the boy adjusting himself.
He didn’t notice my gaze as he simply shoved his large sized marble back into place before removing his hand. “So what have you been up to lately…it’s been a while?” I asked him as he casually leaned back against the counter letting the fabric of his shorts settle around his boyhood which ended up showing off a decent sized bulge.
“Yeah…I’m really sorry about that Uncle Will. I miss coming around, but it’s just sometimes…,” he sighed apologetically spreading apart his hands in a sympathetic gesture.
“I know Tim and I miss you too, but don’t worry about it so much. I know there’s a lot of things going on right now for you, and it’s only natural you know. I mean…right now being around your friends and kids your own age is important. Still though, I should have tried to connect with you more.” I told him honestly.
“What…are you kidding? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you showing up for my games and stuff, or some of my school functions. You’ve always seemed to be there for me when I need you the most.” He tells me sincerely making me feel good that he appreciates it. “Still…I should try to get over here more often too since at least you make the effort at other times. I know better, and I’m sorry, but I’ll try to improve on that.” He promised. “Besides, I really do miss hanging out with you and all like we used to. I…um…I also miss our talks.” He stated making me realize that coming over was more than just thanking me for the scholarship.
He was really excited about the fund, that much was obvious, and I was sure he would still have come over to thank me personally, but it also provided him an excuse. “Yeah, I miss those too buddy. Hey listen…have you eaten yet…are you hungry because I picked up some pizza from Luigi’s. If you want I can I can heat it up for you in the oven?” I asked him as his face lit up.
“Oh hell yeah…it’s been like forever since I’ve had pizza from there…did you get the Meat Lover’s Deep Dish with the white garlic sauce?” He asked me smiling happily when I nodded yes. “That’s great…um…would it be alright if I get cleaned up first though?” He asked me as I shrugged my shoulders.
“Yeah sure, but I don’t think your old clothes in the dresser drawer will fit anymore. It’s been a while since you’ve left them here the last time.” I told him honestly as he laughed nodding his head.
“No worries…I’ve got a change of clothes in my bag. I usually get cleaned up in the locker room, but I needed to catch the bus to get here…so you know…,” he looked down at his dirty grimy messy outfit.
“Yeah…alright then…go ahead. I’ll put some more shredded cheese on top, and toss the pizza in the oven for you to warm up. That way the cheese will be stringy again just the way you like it.”
“Way cool Uncle Will.” Tim announced as he got up grabbing his stuff before heading towards the bathroom while I opened up the refrigerator trying to find the shredded cheese when something dawned on me.
“Oh crap…hang on Will.” I shouted out to him hustling to the closet and pulling out a fresh towel since there wasn’t one hanging on the towel rack for him.
The bathroom door was still open so I simply walked inside not thinking anything of it. “Hey Will…I almost forgot here’s a fresh…,” my voice trailed off as I saw the fourteen year old boy straightening back up having just pulled off his jock strap, “…um…towel.” I finished off just gawking at his naked sexy body.
My expert eyes immediately soaked up his sleek and wiry ninety five or hundred pounds five foot two inches tall naked features. Not able to resist, my gaze automatically shifted downwards taking in his lightly tanned body, and of course chalky white mid-riff. His body was sinewy and muscular, not ripped or anything, but just tight. He had those long wiry arms with equally lanky thin long legs. I had forgotten how nice and lean his body had looked when he was little, but back then it was kind of soft like. Now he was filling out more as he got older, not in a flabby way, just more firm and brawny with his skin still looking soft and silky. Other than a few bruises because of Lacrosse, his skin was completely unblemished with a sort of soft glowing aura about it.
Tim smiled at me swiveling his head on his long thin neck drawing my attention back up to his facial features. He had an oval shaped face, not long but rather a bit more rounded which complimented his more stretched out lean figure. His medium length thick wavy dark brown hair framed his face enhancing his features. He had dark brown earthy eyes that gazed at me now as they danced around impishly in a playful kind of way. His small nose and thin red colored lips that were currently curled up in a cute smile finished off his boyish looks. My eyes shifted briefly to his thin long neck recognizing the familiar little beauty mark along the hollow of his neck on the right side. There was another one about an inch further over on the same side just below his chin following along the natural curvature of his upper neck.
“Um…I…um…sorry Tim I didn’t realize you were already undressed.” I apologized hoarsely trying to swallow the dry lump in my throat while attempting not to gaze back down and gawk at what was swinging between his legs.
In the brief moment of my initial scrutiny I had seen Tim’s sleek looking flaccid cut penis draped over a fairly decent size boy pouch. The image of his sexy smooth thin penis and boy bits were now burned forever more into my memory banks.
Stepping forward and shrugging his shoulders he retrieved the towel from my fingers. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me before…I mean if memory serves you used to give me baths all the time.” Tim chuckled winking at me not in the least bit embarrassed by standing there naked in front of me only a couple of feet away.
“Yeah, but that’s when you were little…like eight or nine years old…things have…um…changed since then.” I told him honestly my eyes glancing downwards involuntarily as I once more gazed at what he had swaying between his legs before I realized what I was doing ripping them back upwards to look into his face instead.
The quick look had been completely unintentional, and just something that sort of happened subconsciously when I had mentioned that things have changed between his legs since last I’ve given him a bath as a little boy. I could feel the familiar stirrings between my legs as I stayed focused on Tim’s face noticing him smiling and shrugging his shoulders chuckling at my obvious plight.
“Well?” He asked me making me furl my eyebrows questioningly.
“Well what?” I retorted softly a bit confused.
“What do you think…I mean do I look sexy or still like a little dorky kid?” He inquired seriously as my jaw just dropped to my chest.
“What…I mean…uh…you never looked dorky Tim.” I told him honestly while he scrutinized me trying to determine if I were serious.
“Really…you don’t think I was kind of gangly or dorky…you know…all legs and arms?” He asked with me shaking my head.
“No of course not…I mean sure you were kind of lanky and all, but gangly no, and most definitely not dorky. I mean you never were like a clumsy kid or anything…so…no…I actually think you looked just fine back then.” I responded honestly.
“Oh…that’s cool then…so what about now?” He held out his arms.
“What?” I asked a bit baffled.
He just sighed and looked at me. “How-do-I-look-now?” He emphasizes each word pointedly as my gaze sort of automatically looks him over.
“Um…I think that kids your age would think you look really handsome and sexy. You’ve filled in and matured that’s for sure.” I told him honestly as he just chuckled knowing exactly what I was referring to.
“Yeah, I suppose, but I just wish my cock was a bit thicker.” He sighs as he reaches down wrapping his fingers around his thin flaccid tube.
In my opinion he didn’t have anything much to complain about in that department. It looked to be about three and a half inches long soft, and yeah kind of sleek, but on him it somehow just fit considering his wiry lanky build. Even his knob was kind of smooth looking with a short of elongated bullet like shape. Just below the base of his shaft he had a nice sized pouch that didn’t quite hang between his legs, but also didn’t hug up against his body. They held in place two large walnut sized testicles.
“Really…I mean have you looked at yourself in the mirror?” I ask him as he frowns before stepping in front of the large mirror above the sink.
“So…what am I looking at?” He asks curiously as I step up just behind him.
“Well if you haven’t noticed you are kind of lanky in a brawny wiry kind of way so it just seems natural is all.” I tell him as he looks over his shoulder at me.
“What, just because a guy is lanky that automatically makes his cock thin? I mean for real Uncle Will…even I know that isn’t how it works.” He giggles playfully.
“No you silly goose, I’m just saying you are really sleek and trim…in a very fit kind of way…and…um…well it…um…your…uh…penis looks right on you. I mean overall your looks …um…your body…,” I wave my hands at him before motioning towards his boy package, “…really looks nice on you. Besides, you have a lot more going on for you than I did at your age” I tell him chuckling as he turns around and smiles at me.
“Really…well cool then…now…,” he pauses smiling at me impishly, “if I can only get my bush to grow in more.” He sighs making me roll my eyes at him.
“Oh for Pete’s sake Tim…what’s wrong with your pubes?” I chuckle wondering why boys always seem to be disappointed about their nether regions as he just smiles back enjoying being able to be so playful and open with me.
“Well…just that there isn’t all that much there.” He complains as I look at him noticing the small patch of brown curly wisps surrounding the base of his shaft.
“Looks like there’s plenty enough there to me. Besides, to be honest I’m glad you aren’t a big hairy oaf. For some reason I just don’t think you would look good all hairy like some guys get your age and older.” I tell him honestly.
“Man…you and me both. I’ve seen some of my friends who are just so damn wooly all over.” He states seemingly more satisfied now that he isn’t so furry. “Do you think I’ll get like them?” He asks me a bit worried now as I just shake my head and chuckle.
“Nah, you’ll grow in your pubes some more, but I don’t think you will get too shaggy over the rest of your body. Maybe a little thicker hair on your arms and legs, but probably not much more than you already have there now.” I tell him as he looks at his arms noticing the fine thin light colored hairs that were barely visible.
“Cool.” He responds back to me as we both just stand there for a moment longer.
“Anyway, you better hop in the shower now while I get the pizza ready. Oh…does your mom know you are here?” I ask him as he shakes his head no. “I’ll call her then letting her know that you are staying for dinner.” I tell him as I head out the door making my way into the kitchen to finish up with the pizza.
“Hey Uncle Will?” I hear Tim’s voice realizing he must have forgotten something as I look up from the pizza with him standing there naked on the other side of the room. “Um…add some hot pepper to it.” He tells me as I chuckle holding up the red pepper flakes before he smiles turning around to head back into the bathroom.
“As if I’d forget how you like things spicy…um…your food that is.” I holler after him making him pause and turn for a second to stick his tongue out at me while I chuckle shaking some red pepper flakes on top of the cheese before shoving the pizza in the oven.
Finishing everything up I look around for my cell phone that has Tim’s home phone number on it, and remember that I left it in my room. As I head towards my room I pause by the bathroom door noticing Tim had left it open. Growing up he never shut the door when he took a bath, but I figured that would have changed now that he was older. I reach for the doorknob to close it, and hear a noise that I’ve come to know all too well over the years.
From the grunts bouncing around the bathroom walls there was no denying that Tim was taking care of his teenaged burgeoning needs. I catch a glimpse of him in the mirror giving me a clear view through the glass sliding door as his body began to twitch. The translucent door didn’t really conceal anything, but I couldn’t really make anything out specifically either because of the steam and distortion of the glass. Still, those things didn’t prevent me from making out the distinct outline and coloration of his stiff tube as the boy’s tight fist continued to glide up and down the length of his shaft just below his purple colored nozzle.
A quick couple of strokes later I hear the unmistakable guttural sound of a boy having his release. Tim’s body convulsed intensely as he continued to pump his fist wildly just before a large goop of his cum splattered across the glass and oozed downwards. The older boy seemed to slump forward placing his forehead on his arms as he panted and twitched a couple more times behind the steamed up glass sliding door.
My own burgeoning erection began to protest between my legs as I silently closed the door and hurried over to my own bathroom. It doesn’t take me long to blow my own nut as a huge rope comes spewing out the tip of my penis with the visions of Arturo and Tim dancing around in my mind. It had taken me all of ten seconds to blow my cork leaving me panting and gasping for air. Even though I wasn’t able to see Tim clearly, or his erection, it was still hot watching his steam cloaked naked body spasm before going into orbit as he climaxed in the shower. Not only that, but also seeing the thick rope of his boy batter splattering against the glass door had just about sent me over the top.
I’ve talked to Tim about puberty and masturbating when he was younger, but I’ve never actually seen him in the act, and it was kind of a hot thing to witness. This was something private, and in a way I now felt kind of bad about having spied on both Arturo and Tim today. It had been unintentional, but still I sort of felt it had been wrong.
Shaking my head I sighed and cleaned up my mess before heading into my room to find my cell phone. By the time Tim is finished with his shower, so too was the pizza as I set it in front of him. He had put on a pair of red colored mesh shorts, and it was obvious he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He hadn’t bothered with putting on a shirt, and as I watched him munching away I couldn’t help but admire his nice physique.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him naked, and somehow now that I knew what he had hidden between his firm teenaged legs it made me think of him differently. He was a young hot sultry adolescent, and I could feel my body responding to his sexiness in a way I hadn’t felt in the past about him. He didn’t seem to take notice of me scrutinizing him as he munched away happily on his pizza.
“Um…I told your mom you were here, and she told me you can spend the night if you want. I have to head to the airport tomorrow, but can drop you off at home before I go over.” I offer up to him as he nods his head knowing I’m on vacation. “Also, she seems to think something has been on your mind lately, and that you need to talk.” I told him as he nearly choked on the piece of pizza he was inhaling like there was no tomorrow.
“What…,” he gasped out in surprise coughing as I reached over to thump his back while he swallowed some water.
“Why are you so surprised about it…I mean she can read you like a book Tim.” I tell him as he just looks at me.
“Yeah…but this is kind of…um…private,” he tells me as I shrug my shoulders.
“Still it doesn’t mean she can’t tell something is up. I mean she knows you so well that she even gave me heads up a few years back about you and the whole puberty thing.” I tell him honestly as he just shoots me a look.
“You told her…and…uh…about what we talked about?” He asked mortified.
“Of course not Tim. I wouldn’t tell her about any private conversations. All I’m saying is that a few years back she knew you had questions about some things so asked if you came to me if I’d be willing to talk about it with you. She never ever asked me about what we talked about, and I’d never tell her anything that you confide in private to me Tim. All I’m saying is that she knows something is up so wants you to be able to talk if you need to.” I tell him as I rub his shoulders. “Tim, you have to know that I’d never embarrass you in front of anyone, or tell anyone something that’s private.” I assured him as he nods his head.
“Yeah, I know Uncle Will, just that some things are difficult to talk about with my mom…you know.” He sighed seeming a bit relieved.
Chuckling and shaking my head I gave him a quick hug before releasing him. “This brings me to something else I think we need to talk about first.” I say a bit hesitantly as he just looks at me indicating I should go ahead. “Um…well…have you thought about shutting the bathroom door when you take a shower?” I ask him as all of a sudden he blushes knowing exactly what I was getting at.
“I…um…shit Uncle Will…you…uh…heard…um…you know?” He asks a bit mortified concerned I had sort of caught him putting the hammer to the nail so to speak.
“Yeah I heard,” I chuckled shaking my head not telling him I had also seen it. “Listen we’ve already had the whole talk about how natural that sort of thing is, and it isn’t wrong to do, but it’s just that…well you are older now so should take precautions.” I tell him soothingly as he nods his head.
“I know…I know…it’s just sometimes I forget because usually mom isn’t even home when I take a shower. Not only that my bedroom is upstairs, and she normally doesn’t even come up.” He shrugs his shoulders, but seems to make a mental note to himself that he needs to be more cautious about it in the future.
“So…I take it you need to talk about something else? Is it important?” I ask him as he thinks for a minute before shrugging his shoulders in that typical non-committal kind of teenager way making me roll my eyes at him, which in turn elicits a giggle from him.
“It’s not important in the life or death kind of way…just that it involves girls…or specifically one girl. I mean I know you are gay and all, but I was hoping you could still help.” He states making me sit up and look at him.
“How…I mean…why would you think that?” I ask him shocked for the second time today that someone has mentioned me being gay.
“Why…you’re not gay…I mean mom and I were sure you were?” He inquires a bit confused.
“No…I mean yes…I…shit Tim.” I curse in front of him something I normally don’t do as I take a deep breath. “Um…yes Tim I am gay, but you are like the second person who has pointed it out to me today. I mean I don’t hide it or anything, but I also don’t go around telling people about it. How long have you known?” I ask him as he shrugs his shoulders again in that typical teenage fashion making me chuckle and shake my head.
He smiles at me knowing what made me laugh as he giggles too. “I don’t know it seems like a long time now.”
“And your mom, how long has she known about it?” I add.
“Geeze Uncle Will…like I said it seems like a long time now. I mean I remember us talking about it when I was really little. She had sort of explained it to me telling me that it wasn’t something I should be worried about, and how it was no one’s business so just to keep it to myself.” He stated looking at me.
“Yeah, but all these years you’ve been coming over, and then with me even giving you baths and all. She wasn’t concerned about it?” I asked a bit shocked that she’d let a gay single man bathe her naked son.
“No…of course not Uncle Will. It’s not like you touched me or anything…I mean other than to just clean me off or whatever. You’ve never made me do anything that was wrong…so she never worried about you being gay or anything and neither did I. Not even when I got older and understood what it meant in a sexual way.” He responded a bit surprised that I’d think his mom would have issues with me being gay.
“But Tim, I’m sure she asked you about it a time or two…you know if I ever did anything with you that was improper?” I asked him as he stared at me shaking his head.
“No, the only other time she mentioned it was about the time I turned twelve. Then it wasn’t about if you were touching me or anything. She just asked me if I was comfortable hanging out with you since you were gay, and if it made me uncomfortable to talk with you. Geeze, now that I think about it this was right about the time I was getting curious about things…you know…right before you and I began talking about puberty and stuff. You don’t think she was testing the waters so to speak? I mean, you did say she gave you heads up. Damn, your right she really does read me like a book. You don’t suspect she knows about the whole girl thing?” He asks me making my head spin as he shifted the conversation from the whole gay thing right back to him.
Shaking my head I begin to laugh. “Damn, your mom is a conniving and manipulative little bitch.” I tell him not in a way that put his mom down, but in a way we both recognized as being a compliment in a playful kind of way.
We both bust up laughing shaking our heads. “Yeah, but I have to live with her.” He retorts as we both settle down.
“So, anyway, after you finish up with dinner we can get cozy on the couch to chat like we used to. Then afterwards we can do whatever you want: movies, games…whatever.” I tell him as he smiles letting me know he’d love that.
“Sounds great, maybe swimming in the pool later on…I’ve been kind of missing not going swimming.” He sighs turning his head looking out the window towards the pool.
“Sure, but I don’t think your old bathing suit fits anymore.” I chuckle as he just turns towards me and smiles.
“Then I guess we will just have to skinny dip.” He teases me as he winks at me blowing me a kiss which makes me laugh at his antics.
“I’m not so sure that’d be a good idea.” I chuckle shaking my head.
“Why not…I mean you saw me naked so it is only fair that I finally get to see you too. I’ve always kind of wondered what you look like.” He states as I just look at him for a second realizing he’s never seen me nude before. I guess subconsciously I’ve always been careful about that sort of thing around him. “So…you game for a little bit of naughty fun.” He adds teasingly in a sultry kind of funny tone. I knew he was curious, but also knew that the whole getting nude in the pool thing was innocent enough for him.
“Wow, you mean I get to see you all naked for a second time in one day,” I tease. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were hitting on me. First it’s Arturo, and now you…twice in one day, lucky me.” I laugh as Tim just smiles his eyes glittering playfully.
“So, on vacation all of half a day and already getting hit on by guys. Here I thought I was the one with something important to talk about. So spill already…is the guy nice?” He asks leaning in wanting all the juicy gossip.
“Hold on there a minute tiger.” I smile shaking my head at Tim. “It isn’t like that at all. Do you remember Miguel…the gardener?” I ask him as he nods his head furling his eyebrows in thought before gaping at me misunderstanding.
“I thought he was married with kids of his own?” Tim asks me a bit confused.
“What…oh…um…no…not me and the gardener you silly goose. Do you remember his son?” I ask as Tim thinks a moment and then remembers as his eyes shoot open.
“Ohhhhhh, now I know who you are talking about. He’s a sweet kid…kind of cute too.” He adds and I know he wasn’t thinking about the younger boy’s look in a sexual context, just that Arturo really was cute. “He was hitting on you today?” Tim chuckles now as things begin to sink in concerning the situation, but still looking at me curiously.
Knowing Tim wouldn’t let it go until I tell him something, I sort of fill him in with what happened today. I left out certain details that I knew Arturo wouldn’t want me to talk about, but did let Tim know the gist of what went on today with having a talk with the younger boy about puberty, and how he seems to have matured overnight. Tim knew I was leaving out some details, but understood appreciating me keeping certain confidences knowing I did the same for him.
We ended up talking for a couple of hours just about things in general. As time went on he finally confided in me that lately he’s been having feelings for a particular girl. He didn’t know if these feelings were sexual per se, but he just enjoyed being around her because they seemed to share similar interests. He wanted some advice regarding what he should do since he didn’t know if he liked her in a boy-girl sexual kind of way or just as a friend-friend type of way. He also wanted to know what he should do if something sexual came up between the two of them.
There was no doubt he was confused by the situation and what he was feeling. In the end I told him the only way to really find out was just to let things unfold naturally between the two of them. In a way being friends with her is the first step, and as the two of them hung out together he would find out if there was more to it. I also made him promise me if things did progress in a sexual way between him and this girl he would use protection.
Of course we’ve discussed this issue at length plenty of times, but now it was closer to being a reality so I couldn’t stress enough to him how in the heat of the moment guys tend to lose control over all reason. It was important to be prepared and have protection. I even went so far as to give him a box of rubbers to keep just in case watching as he stashed them away in his bag. We even discussed the whole issue about the word ‘No’ meaning just that, ‘No.’ It doesn’t matter which one of them says it, but if it is said or hinted at then it should be respected.
The discussion was very open and honest. That is one thing I always made sure of with Tim from the very beginning. I had always been very up front with him telling him if the two of us can’t sit down together, be honest with one another, and not afraid to ask any question whatsoever, then we might as well never even begin to talk about the whole sex matter. I impressed upon him several years back how I never want him to be embarrassed by anything we talk about. I had promised him no matter what he tells me I’d never be disappointed in him so long as we both were honest and open with one another. It had worked because in the end our talks never felt forced.
The entire evening just seemed to blow by us, and I had to admit I really enjoyed having him over goofing around with him like we used to. Even though our discussion had been a serious and deep one, once it was over we ended up blowing off steam leaving behind the seriousness of our conversation. He had gotten what he needed so now we were able to enjoy each other’s company. In the end we even went skinny dipping like he wanted with me catching him staring at me a time or two seemingly appreciating what he saw.
Of course I wasn’t all that big between my legs for an adult, but I guess he knew this sort of thing really doesn’t matter despite his earlier concerns about his own body. In a way I suspected earlier had been just him being kind of playful about the situation to see how I would react. He’s seen enough boys in showers and everything to know that guys come in all shapes and sizes.
We wrestled around with each other in the pool bumping and grinding into one another, but it was never sexual in nature. I have to admit he turned me on, who wouldn’t be a little turned on when goofing around with a sexy naked teenaged boy, but even though it was a turn-on it wasn’t about sex. I really cared about Tim in a more family kind of way. Even though I wasn’t his uncle by blood or marriage, in many ways I viewed him as a nephew, and loved him in that way. I think he felt the same way towards me. When he called me “Uncle Will,’ that is exactly how he viewed our relationship.
Of course there was the typical grab ass sort of thing with plenty of groping, but again it was in the more playful kind of way. I think it excited Tim in a way to see another adult interacting with him in an open and unrestrained fashion. Even though he was into sports taking showers in the locker rooms and all, he had confided in me that he’s never seen an adult naked before, man or woman, not even his mom. For that matter his mom hasn’t even seen him naked since he was like seven or eight years old. Sure, he’s seen movies with naked women and all, but never nudity in real life where adults were concerned.
Both of us had managed to blow of plenty of steam as we now sat on the couch watching a movie with him cuddled up in my arms. I was stretched out along the length of the cushions reclining lazily propped up against a pillow with my back on the armrest. Tim had squirmed between my legs leaning his back up against my shirtless chest. I had put on a pair of shorts while Tim slipped back into his polyester silky red mesh shorts. It was obvious he had considered not getting dressed at all, but when he saw me roll my eyes at his suggestion of remaining nude had shrugged his shoulders putting them on. I recalled him telling me once that when he was in his room he always walked around naked, so I guess since we’ve just been skinny dipping he felt comfortable enough without anything on. Even though I didn’t mind per se, it just wouldn’t look good if it ever got out or his mom found out.
It had surprised me though how he had snuggled up to me like this, but I had decided not to make a big issue over it. In a way I guess we both had missed those times when we would simply cuddle up together to watch a movie. It felt cozy being able to wrap my arms around his bare torso. Even though we had rinsed off under the shower head outside there was still a persistent odor of chlorine on our skins, but he nevertheless smelled delicious. It really didn’t matter though because as I breathed him in his true fragrance overrode any lingering scent of chlorine.
Leaning my head down I nuzzled my nose in his soft brown hair kissing the top of his head for a moment enjoying his teenage boyish scent before gazing back up at the screen to watch our movie. Tim was drowsing comfortably in my arms, and my fingers traced a circle around his nipples before I gingerly ran them down his chest and stomach. I then retrace my way back upwards before once more beginning the process anew. His skin felt so warm and invitingly soft to the touch, and I sighed contentedly enjoying the sensation of closeness as we continue to cuddle with one another in silence.
The movie seemed to be tapering off being a more somber one, so at one point I looked down while my hands continued to slowly caress his silky smooth but firm skin. Tim’s eyes were closed with a serene peaceful look across his features, but I could tell he wasn’t asleep. Instead, he was just enjoying the tender moment between the two of us as my hands continued to slowly caress his body. My eyes wandered downwards and I noticed him sporting a full on erection, the flimsy material leaving little to the imagination as the outline of his shaft and bulbous head is clearly visible. It’s the first time I’ve seen him like this in years, and my body quivers excitedly knowing that even though for all practical purposes he was still a child, he was also at the cusp of manhood.
My tender administrations had aroused him, and his rigid four and a half inch erection now seemed to slowly bounce up and down against the silky fabric with each one of his thumping heartbeats. I had to admit that it excited me seeing him like this as my eyes slowly wandered over his sultry sexiness. From what I could tell his shaft had thickened up a little the outline of his penis showing a slight bowing to it almost like a banana. It was slight and not too noticeable, but it was there. The acorn shape of his bulbous head had created a small wet spot at the tip where it pressed up against the mesh like fabric material. Shaking my head I realize he must be leaking because of the stimulation.
My eyes travel down further over the folds of his soft shorts noticing how they had bunched up around his decent sized teenaged pouch. I swear it looked as if his balls must have dropped a little more between his legs as the contours of his two nice shapely oval testicles bulged up against the material. It was toasty warm in the room so I guess they had finally dropped a bit. The sexiness of the moment made me shiver as I continued to gaze at his youthful appearance with a hint of what was to come in a few years.
My hands had stopped moving and I felt him inhale shakily. “Please…don’t stop it feels really nice.” I hear Tim whisper almost like he’s half asleep.
“So I can see.” I tell him just as softly leaning down kissing the top of his head lovingly.
Tim opens his eyes looking down before craning his neck the soft tender gaze of his eyes looking back up at me. “I can’t help it.” He admits to me as he yawns while I smile bobbing my head up and down knowingly without any judgments on my part. “Besides, I’m not the only one.” He teases me softly not wanting to upset the mood since he was feeling good at the moment.
He was leaning his back up against me so I knew he was referring to the obvious hard-on I had between my legs. There just wasn’t any denying it with him leaning right up against it. Not that I was hung or anything, but still an erection even at five inches doesn’t go unnoticed.
“I know Tim…but for real…it doesn’t bother you me seeing you like this…you know.” I nod my head at his obvious erection. “Not only that, but also since you know I’m gay?”
The younger boy just looks at me furling his eyebrows. “I’m kind of wishing I hadn’t said anything to you about that now Uncle Will. I don’t know what to say other than nothing’s changed with how I feel about you. You’ve been more of a dad to me than anything…not to mention like a good friend. It’s not like some of my best friends haven’t seen me pop one a time or two. We just joke around about it because we know it happens to all of us. So to be honest…no I could care less if you see me like this…or if you are gay…or whatever else.” He tells me forcefully as I just sigh nodding my head making him smile at me happy that I could just accept things the way they are for now.
Tim returns his attention back to the topic of discussion that had come alive between his legs, and I watch him slowly reach down and wrap his fist around both the fabric of his shorts and hard erection. There’s no denying his size now, not to mention I could pretty much tell the shape of it as he pulls down forcing the material up tightly against his rigidness. Even the slight curvature and shape of his knob is shown off prominently now making me shiver at the sexiness of it. The obvious wet spot spreads out even more now creating a round dampness about the size of a half dollar. Tim chuckles at himself before letting go of his package as he slowly smoothes out the fabric of his shorts.
“Come-on buddy let’s get ready for bed. I can’t pick you up in my arms like I used to when you were little so you are just going to have to manage on your own.” I whisper softly continuing to gaze fondly at his mostly naked youthful statuesque like beauty.
Tim yawns nodding his head. “Yeah, I suppose, but I think I’m going to hop in the shower first…to um…you know…wash the chlorine off my body.” He states as he climbs over me his rigid four and a half inch erection creating a good sized tent in his red colored shorts. Even though he’s already taken a shower a couple of hours ago it makes me think I’ll do the same before going to bed. “Oh…and I think maybe also take care of this little problem you created for me.” He teases pumping his hips in a fucking motion just several inches in front of my face laughing as his hard tube forces the fabric to tent outwards obscenely. I just frown at him admonishingly, but also not able to help myself because of the situation I begin to laugh at his little exhibitionist taunt.
Seeing Tim like this reminds me of another sexy fourteen year old boy, one who had also made my heart go pitter patter at one point in my life. It was actually my very first brush with love, brief as it may have been; although, if truth be known, first loves always tend to be fleeting in most cases. Now as I watch Tim climb up off the couch his sleek body moving gracefully towards his bathroom, my mind races backwards in time when life seemed so much simpler.
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End of Chapter Two
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