CHAPTER 04
COCO…KOKO
THE PAST AND PRESENT
CONVERGING LIVES…DEJA VU
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Hell I pretty much knew that already, but had taken the chance that he would let me do something with him. I’m glad he was cool with what had happened as I got dressed before we climbed out of the truck. He looked around making sure no one had seen us as we continued to talk some more. I gave him my address so he could write, but pretty much knew it wouldn’t happen. I mean over the years I’m still in contact with some of my friends from the different places we lived, but those were only the ones where my parents had been friends with their parents. Kids just don’t seem to stay in contact all that much except for like Christmas cards and stuff. Then it was only if your folks sort of tell you over the years to write during those times mailing it off for you. When Ben left I knew that would be the last time I ever saw or heard from him. It never bothered me before to leave behind friends, but this time it was somehow different.
Entering my house I looked at the weather taking note it would be a crappy winter indeed this year.
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As the memories of bygone days began to fade from my mind I shook my head getting up heading to the bathroom with my own leaking erection leading the way. Recalling that Tim had just done the same thing I was determined to follow his lead in taking care of some much needed relief.
Tim was already snuggled up under the lightweight coverings of the bed when I knocked on his door hearing him calling out for me to come in. I smiled at him as I sat on the edge of the bed. It’s close to midnight with the boy yawning making me do the same as we both just chuckle knowing how contagious such things can be.
“Well, I hope you aren’t too old for me to tuck you in.” I whisper softly towards him as I lean down to kiss him on the forehead.
At the last moment Tim leans up giving me a quick peck on the lips instead, catching me by surprise while making him blush. It wasn’t a passionate kiss or anything sexual in nature, just one of those quick types of pecks you find between a parent and their child.
I look at him questioningly while he just shrugs his shoulders. “Um…I…uh…just wanted to thank you for everything Uncle Will. You know…for the scholarship and all…but also for today. I’ve really been missing you.” He sighed as I smiled down fondly at him not upset by the friendly gesture rather kind of flattered that at his age he actually didn’t mind so much.
When he was little we used to hug, cuddle, and kiss all the time. Usually just kisses on the forehead or cheeks, but there have been those occasional times where I had given him a quick one on the lips. Again, those had been totally innocent with no bad intent behind them, but I hadn’t done that for a long time now. The regular kinds of hugs with a swift kiss on the forehead and cheek had continued, but not the peck on the lips.
Reaching down I gently stroked his flushed cheeks fondly with the back of my fingers. “You have no idea how much that meant to me kiddo.” I sigh smiling tenderly at the younger boy. In some ways he really was kind of like a son to me, and it once more aroused a passion inside of me to start a family of my own. “I miss you too, and if you are serious about spending more time together I’d really love it Tim. Is this something you’d like? I mean…I understand if things are too hectic for you now so it’s alright if you can’t, but if it is something you’d like…then…maybe we should do something about it?” I ask him as he smiles nodding his head. “Alright, then I’ll have a chat with your mom so we can get some things figured out. I’ve got some stuff coming up though that will require a bit of adjustment…for both of us,” I emphasized before continuing, “but we can talk about that here in a few days…alright?” I ask him as he nods his head excitedly.
“Yeah…sure…I know you will be on vacation so we can work it out when that gets squared away.” He answered smiling seemingly happy at how everything turned out today.
As I sat in the VIP lounge waiting for the international flight I can’t help but smile at the last twenty four hours. Strange how life just sort of thrusts things at you. They say things happen in three’s and this trend seemed to have held true yesterday. Between the documents that arrived from my home town, Arturo puberty issues, and Tim being at that point in his life where girls and love were entering the picture along with all the emotional baggage, it’s no wonder my memories have been bubbling up to the surface.
Earlier this morning Tim and I got up talking some more as he continued to open up about what’s been going on in his life. Afterwards I had dropped him off at home before heading to the airport where I was now waiting for the European flight that should be arriving here soon. As I pondered over Tim, and what he must be going through at this stage in his life, my mind once more begins to wander back to a time when I was about the same age. In many ways it was an innocent time, but also fraught with such confusion. I’m beginning to wonder if we all go through similar emotions as we grow up. I suppose in a way all our situations are different, yet somehow life tends to treat us all the same as I realize I too had discovered someone uniquely special as my mind once more began to travel back to my teenaged years.
Back in O’Banyon the days and weeks had sort of passed me by without a word from Ben. I hadn’t expected to hear from him anyway so I sort of plugged along with my daily routines. Winter had settled in full force now in Illinois with blistering winds and snow flurries. Sure I was bummed out about the whole Ben thing, but to tell you the truth I also sort of knew that probably not much more would have happened between the two of us. He had made that relatively clear just before he left. However, the image of his beautiful body would be forever etched into my mind as I lay in bed night after night stroking my little Willy making it come alive with explosions of forceful orgasms.
It didn’t go unnoticed by me that my orgasms were becoming more intense lately, not to mention how my eyes would wander frequently towards other boys while they were taking a shower in school or just looking at them in general. It was exhilarating seeing them shampoo up their various shapes and sizes of teenage endowments. In addition I had discovered lubrication, making it even more sensual as I slicked up my short thin shaft allowing my fist to glide smoothly along its hardened length. Thank goodness my hands were small as well or the whole fist thing wouldn’t have worked so well. Of course the whole lubrication thing was something I had learned from Ben, bless the guy even though it had been a short friendship. Not only was it wonderful for masturbation purposes, but in my opinion it made my penis so much more soft and subtle. Then again it also helped with keeping me from rubbing myself raw with all the action it was receiving these days.
Don’t ask me why, but girls just didn’t seem to do all that much for me. Every once in a while a girl would sort of elicit the same kind of excitement, but in general it was the guys I lusted after while I polished my knob at various times throughout the day. To be honest I was doing a good job of it too getting it done on average four or five times a day. It still amazes me that I never got caught, well at least that I know about. I’m sure at some point or other my brother must have caught me a time or two, but at least he had the decency not to say anything about it. Hell, I know this was a good possibility because I had caught him at it a few times as well. That is when I had walked past his door a few times hearing the familiar slapping sounds of a boy flogging his lap muscle. Let’s face it, in the end such an act for most teenaged boys is just a normal every day occurrence.
Even though Ben was on my mind just about every day, it wasn’t something that I dwelled upon. It was the normal way of things for families who had jobs that required them to move around, and as kids we just learn how to adjust to such things. For me it was just a missed opportunity for things to possibly have happened. Sure he had said he wasn’t into boys, but that doesn’t mean there would have been opportunities at times, and he really had been pretty cool about the entire situation. It isn’t every day that you find another kid willing to talk sex with you in an open but realistic kind of way, not to mention sort of doing things with you. I had often thought of pursuing and finding someone else where this may be possible, but to be honest with me being younger than the rest of the kids in my school it sort of made me pause. This was the first time ever something had held me back in regards to the whole age difference thing. Sure as I look back on it now I sort of tell myself it was only one year’s difference with him being only one year older than me, but in High School that is a big difference.
Christmas was just around the corner with it being downright nasty cold outside this weekend as I once more sat around home alone on a Friday flipping through the channels. Don’t get me wrong I did get out and stuff, but being a year younger than the other kids it was sort of hard for me to fit in sometimes during my freshman year. This would change for various reasons sometime during my sophomore year, but for now it was me being alone a lot that year. My folks were outgoing people so tended to go to various functions in the area with friends and co-workers. They hardly ever stayed out late or anything, but on the weekends they tended to have a life of their own too. I guess this is why to this day they are still married after forty plus years. My brother was a junior in High School so always out on the weekends with friends. So for my freshman year I tended to be home alone a lot, which to be honest as I think back on it wasn’t so bad at all.
I had plenty of friends and all, but just wasn’t as outgoing back then. I suppose my age had a big thing to do with it. Still, there were times when I was out and about during the weekends with kids from school, and I think that was mostly because I played in sports and stuff so the others sort of put up with me even though they knew I was a year younger.
So it’s been a while now since Ben left, and like I said even though I was sort of bummed about it I had for all practical purposes moved on without any damage to my psyche. I don’t know why, but many things that tend to bother others never really bothered me all that much. Maybe this was because I had a fairly well adjusted family life, never feeling deprived in the emotional department. We didn’t have much as kids, but I never really thought we went without either. We always had plenty to eat in the house, and we did receive presents and stuff; maybe nothing fancy or anything, but still we just never felt deprived. My brother and I knew what my parents could afford so never expected anything more. Now as I look back my parents had done a very good job of teaching us the value of money, and how not to overextend ourselves frivolously.
It was dark downstairs in the basement of our house as I flipped through the channels. It was a typical type of split level home where a few stairs led upstairs into the main living area or downstairs into the basement area. On the top level there was an open living room with a dining room, a kitchen, and three bedrooms with a full bathroom. My brother and I slept upstairs sharing the main bathroom. The third bedroom was converted into a sort of work room for my mom and dad. Downstairs was a Master bedroom that belonged to my parents with an attached bathroom. There was also a huge family room down there where I tended to spend most of my time watching TV. It had three oversized three and a half foot by three and a half foot pillows on the floor where I used to lounge around on when I was alone, along with a couch, a recliner chair, and the round bamboo papa-san chair.
For some reason I loved it downstairs so when I had friends over or was alone watching television I did it downstairs. At one end along the wall we had a large television set with a remote control. Along the same wall up high towards the ceiling were two long windows with a view of the sidewalk which led to the front door. We could always see the people’s legs as they walked by, but they couldn’t really see inside because we had curtains, not to mention because the windows were so low to the ground level on the outside. The lighting was muted in the basement with dark fake wooden panels along the walls and ceiling. It was almost like a cave in a way, but always comfortable temperature wise. During the summer it was nice and cool while during the winter nice and cozy warm because we had a small fake electric fireplace downstairs that when turned on blew out warm air. It was very cozy downstairs with it being roomy enough to goof around.
As I sat there getting bored flipping through the channels I detected some shadowed movement through the upper windows just a second or two before the doorbell rang. I got up quickly slipping on my flimsy gray cottony gym shorts I had tossed aside on to the sofa taking a moment to adjust them on my waist. The fireplace was turned on making it nice and toasty warm in the room so I had even pealed off my t-shirt opting to lie there on the pillows butt naked. After quickly pulling up my shorts I trudged up the few stairs before stopping at the door still shirtless. It wasn’t anything new for me, and to be honest I often walked around naked during those years in the house. It must have embarrassed the hell out of my brother even though he never said anything, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Hell, I still walked around butt naked all the way up through my junior year in High School only changing that habit when I became a senior.
Flipping on the outside light I opened up the door to the blast of cold blustery wintry air noticing several inches of snow covering the sidewalk. Blinking my eyes for a moment so they could adjust to the lighting I finally focused them on the nice sexy form of Karen standing in front of me. We lived in a cul-de-sac with three other houses on it besides ours. She lived sort of across from us two houses to our left. We were both in the same grade, and although we knew each other we really didn’t. It was a casual kind of friendship that afforded the usual cordial kinds of neighborly things, but we never hung out together or anything. She was a pretty girl with a lot of the older guys in school already chasing her skirt. Her mom was sort of strict with her though not allowing her to date or anything yet. Her dad was hardly around, and later I sort of found out the guy was a drunk so I guess it must have made for a rough time in their life at the time. It didn’t help that Karen’s mom worked a lot which meant she was hardly ever home.
“Hey, is your mom home?” Karen asked me as I shook my head.
“Nah, they’re out at some lame function or other for the evening.” I replied a bit curious.
“Shit…um…I’m sorry, I mean shoot.” She amended automatically, making me scrunch my eyebrows because who cared if she cussed, but when she looked over to her right I finally saw the reason for it.
A few feet away was her very petite brother standing there shivering from the cold winter evening dressed in nothing but a pair of flimsy pajamas. I’ve seen him around and all, but didn’t really know him at all having just said hello or something a time or two. He looked to be about nine, no older than ten for sure from what I could tell of his size. Scrutinizing him closer I noted how he sort of had the same features as his sister, but truth be told he was a lot cuter.
“Hey,” I nodded towards him in greeting as he glanced towards me quickly.
Something caught in my chest when he looked at me with those piercing hazel colored eyes that seemed to flash a bit of green towards me. Damn, he had an adorably cute face with dark like features that were in many ways very feminine. He even had a tiny mole on the left corner of his upper lip that just added to his charm. It reminded me of Cindy Crawford because the mole was almost in the same exact location. He had black medium length hair with a sort of Mediterranean kind of darker complexion. When he looked at me his eyes managed to catch me off guard because they seemed to glitter brightly from within his darker features. Don’t get me wrong he was Caucasian, but with a sort of natural buttery tanned kind of complexion. If he weren’t so young I might be interested in more than a casual friendship with him, but at nine or ten I don’t know.
“Hi,” he replied shifting his weight gracefully from one foot to the other on the snowy sidewalk in his thin slippers making me wonder if the thin soles protected his feet at all.
“So what’s up…um…maybe you guys should come inside. It’s freezing and I don’t want Coco’s feet to get all cold and wet.” I told Karen as I motioned them both inside.
Yes you heard me right; the boy’s name was Coco. Where his parents came up with that name I have no idea. Maybe it was his buttery smooth tanned like complexion, who knows.
“Mr. Everharte,” I hear a female’s voice shaking me out of the daydream I was having of Karen and her brother bringing me rudely back to the moment from my musings. “It’s time to head down sir. I can show you the way.” She offered as I got up thanking her for coming to get me while I followed her to the international customs waiting area.
Part of the perks of being a VIP through a firm which does a lot of flying with the airlines is that you get treated really well. The staff tend to bend over backwards to accommodate your needs. So, following the airline staff member through the maze of people I started to get a little anxious. I hoped everything had been taken care of since it had been so rushed and last minute yesterday. Thank goodness I had perks and contacts through the firm so was able to get everything put together in such short notice.
We arrive in the lobby area with the attendant motioning me over towards a group of people milling around and waiting. I walk over to wait with everyone else as I gaze down the hallway expectantly holding everything up in my hands. There was a buzz of excitement and I smiled as I listened to some of the chatter from others around me. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood distracting me for the moment helping to alleviate some of those fluttering butterflies in my stomach.
“That’s not how you spell my name,” I heard a soft high pitched voice bringing me out of my musings.
“Huh?” I respond trying to shake out the cobwebs from my mind doing a double take as a déjà vu moment was staring back up at me.
“I said that’s not how you spell my name. It’s spelled “K-o-k-o,” The boy tells me firmly as I look down at the small kid standing in front me.
He stares back for a moment before blushing looking down at the floor nervously shuffling his feet. He was standing next to a flight attendant with it finally dawning on me that they must have come through a side entrance because there were a couple of other kids also being escorted in a similar fashion. It was routine for kids who traveled alone to be escorted and handed over to parents or family on the other end.
“Coco?” I whisper shaking my head a bit bewildered at the petite boy standing in front of me as the kid just sort of looks up furling his eyebrows at me. I must be coming off as a bit strange, and I’m sure he’s a bit confused with everything that’s going on at the moment.
“Oh, I’m sorry Koko, I didn’t realize this.” I stated gathering my wits about me. “The paperwork I received regarding you only listed you as the ‘minor’ or Coco Smiley’s dependent. It’s just all legal mumbo jumbo if you know what I mean? So when I talked to the caseworkers in both Illinois and Frankfurt Germany, they called you by the same name as your father with me just assuming it was spelled the same way.” I told the smaller boy as I studied him amazed just how much he resembled his father from all those years ago.
He looked to be about the same size and build as his dad at that age coming in at about four foot two inches and sixty to sixty five pounds. Very small for an eleven year old, but there was something about his physique I couldn’t put my finger on at the moment. He had on a pair of well worn off white Khaki style shorts with an elastic waistband, faded earth toned colored button up plaid shirt tucked into his khaki’s, and pair of beat up sneaks with ankle socks.
Seeing him like that had me doing a double take, almost as if I was reliving my past. Even some of his mannerisms were the same as I recalled his dad had reacted the same way the first time we met. He was shy and tentative when I had turned my scrutiny towards him making me almost think I was reliving the same moment the first time I had met his father, hence déjà vu.
“Sir, are you Mr. Everharte…can I see some identification?” I hear a woman’s voice asking me as I turn finally acknowledging her while the boy seems to scrutinize me closer as if my name had sort of caught his attention.
“Huh,” I respond back stupidly then tried to recover before everyone thought I was some sort of dumb oaf or something. “Oh yes, of course.” I add handing her my driver’s license along with some pertinent documentation as she looked it over before handing it back to me.
“Can I see it too?” The boy asks me seemingly having perked up at the mention of my name as I smile shrugging my shoulders.
“Sure I don’t see why not.” I tell him handing over my driver’s license with him looking at it for a few moments seemingly disappointed now as he hands it back to me.
The stewardess rolls her eyes and clears her throat getting my attention. “Thank you Mr. Everharte.” She offers up. “This here is Koko Smiley,” she starts out eliciting a glare from Koko who seems to be thinking that the stewardess must be a bit slow since we all already know this. “Here’s some paperwork I need you to fill out, and these are his documentation from the case worker. You will also find his passport in there.” She states handing me a clipboard with the typical kind of paperwork that releases a minor in to my care.
As a lawyer I quickly read over the documents knowing full well that the stewardess is getting restless wondering why I would even read something so routine. It’s just a habit that I’ve learned over the years in the legal profession. Koko doesn’t seem bothered by it waiting patiently for us to finish up with this mundane interaction making me smile inside realizing that this young boy is way more mature and respectful than the woman.
Satisfied that everything is in order, I sign the documents, stuff the contents into my briefcase, and look down at my new charge while the stewardess scuttles off in a hurry to get to nowhere in particular, not even bothering with a goodbye to the boy. “Well, shall we go find the luggage department to grab your suitcases?” I ask him as he just stares at me before gazing back down at his feet stubbing his right toe into a crack in the tile. “What’s wrong?” I ask him as he holds up a small gym bag that he was carrying.
“This is all I’ve got.” He replied making me wince before I nodded my head.
“Well, I guess we will have to do some shopping here after you get settled in.” I offered up as he just shrugged his shoulders seemingly not counting on it.
Sighing at his response I offer to help carry his bag, but he just shrugs it off indicating he was fine so I start down the hallway encouraging him to follow me to the car. “So how was the flight?” I ask him as he shrugs his shoulders again making me chuckle inside wondering if this gesture is inherent in all boys.
“Alright I suppose…just long is all.” He tells me looking tired and worn out.
Checking my watch I knew that he had been flying for over fifteen and a half hours including the one and a half hour layover in Detroit. The flight left Frankfurt around seven in the morning Germany time, ten in the evening last night our time. It was just after two in the afternoon here in Phoenix now so it had held pretty close to its departure and arrival time.
“I do think they must have made a mistake or something,” the boy continued as I looked at him. “I mean because I was all the way up front in these big chairs that converted into beds. They kept serving me wanting to know if I needed anything, and treated me very nice. I took a peek in the back, and it looked like people there were miserable for the most part. I heard someone say something how the area I was sitting in was called ‘First Class,’ and very expensive. Do you think I should have said something…I mean…you know…maybe they gave me someone else’s seat by mistake?” He asks looking ashamed and worried now that he hadn’t said anything.
“No Koko, you were in the right seat. I personally got them for you figuring with it being such a long flight and so out of the blue for you, not to mention probably unsettling, that it might make things easier.” I told him as we walk through the parking garage.
The smaller boy paused for a moment making me stop too. “Um…are you rich or something? I mean…I didn’t think social workers made that much money?” He asks me curiously.
“No, I’m not rich Koko, but I do alright money wise. Besides, the firm that I work with has certain perks to the job so the ticket price wasn’t all that bad to be honest.” I reply to him noticing he was trying to think things through his young eleven year old mind.
“Oh…so the firm you work for is like a company that searches for people or looks for a home for kids and stuff?” He asks me curiously making me wonder how he had made that kind of leap in conclusion.
“Um…Koko…what did the social workers tell you?” I ask him as he just looks down shuffling his feet a bit nervously before looking back up at me making me wonder if that was a typical quirk of his, the whole feet shuffling.
“Not really all that much just that I was to get my things together because I’m heading back to the states. They said that the ball in the legal system is finally rolling and that someone back in the states…,” he pauses for a second as he gazes at me suggestively, “will be determining where I’m going to live. I knew that I’d be coming back anyway sooner or later…but just thought…,” he pauses again, but this time looks down once more bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet.
“Just what Koko?” I ask him, but he’s clammed up now shrugging his shoulder getting really quiet so I don’t press him about it.
The ride home is hushed now as I glance in the rear view mirror for the hundredth time at the boy sitting in the back seat gazing out at the scenery of the surrounding areas. I tried a couple of times to get him to open up some more, but even though he was polite his answers were short with a lot of ‘yes’ and ‘no’ answers.
My attention focuses on the smaller boy in the back seat once more with my eyebrows furling as a smile seems to twitch up at the corners of my mouth. “Coco,” I whisper to no one in particular the image of my childhood friend popping into my mind before I have to internally correct myself knowing that the boy in the back seat is his son Koko.
I’m still a bit shocked at how much this current Koko looks like his father at around the same age with the same height, looks, and build. He even had a little mole on the left side of his mouth. Granted his father’s mole was on the corner of his upper lip like Cindy Crawford; whereas, little Koko’s mole was on the corner of his lower left lip, but still the resemblance was too uncanny.
There hadn’t been any pictures included in the manila envelope that I had opened up yesterday morning in my office, only documentation of a long ongoing search. Several attempts had been made to locate me, but each time leads ended in a dead end. Evidently even requests to my whereabouts had been sent to my parents and brother, but neither one of them had ever mentioned this to me making me scowl wondering why the hell not.
With my parents I could understand because they were gone more than they were home seemingly traveling the world all the time, but my brother sort of baffled me. Evidently my friend Coco had married right out of high school to a foreign exchange student from Germany. Soon afterwards they had a child all of them making a life together in the United States while Coco worked and continued to study in school getting a degree in Athletics. His skills in gymnastics had scored him a scholarship while still in high school for college, and even though he was married with a child, still had managed to somehow finish his education. Soon afterwards with a college degree in hand, along with his skills, he got a job as a gymnastics instructor.
Things finally seemed to be settling down for the happy threesome when the first disruption entered their lives. A couple of years after Coco got married tragedy struck when his wife, sister, and mother were coming home from shopping and were struck by a large heavy dump truck killing them all instantly leaving Coco without any family other than his father who had disappeared years earlier.
His wife had been brought up in the foster care system in Germany so also didn’t have any family. Somehow she had managed to beat all the odds despite her circumstances, and made it to the United States as an exchange student finding a family over here willing to take her in during her high school years. When she met Coco it was love at first sight that blossomed into something pure. Despite the problems associated with the foster care system, the two of them ignored it all getting married right after graduation. It was tough, but they were making it as a family.
After the tragedy from the accident Coco had immersed himself into his job becoming a very well respected gymnastics coach, and when he was offered a position on the national youth program in Europe he took the opportunity taking his son with him. Then a few years ago he was diagnosed with cancer.
Over the years he had considered all avenues for who would take care of his son if he lost the battle with cancer. He made sure that his father would have no legal standing whatsoever if he ever came forward, but having no one else to care for his son, he had stipulated that he wanted me to become the legal guardian if I would take up the responsibility. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why he would even consider me. We had lost contact with each other soon after I had left for college, but he did know I had planned on entering the legal system so maybe this is what he had in mind. But first he had to find me, which to be honest probably wasn’t all that easy. He had hired a private investigator and everything to locate me.
To complicate matters his son was a U.S. citizen, and they lived in Germany because of his work. Since his son was born in Illinois, that state had all jurisdictions in the matter. So any legal dealings had to go through them. Yesterday, I spent most of the day on the phone setting everything up to bring Coco’s son back to the states. I didn’t know what to do, but Coco had stipulated in the legal documentations that if I didn’t take him he wanted me to find a suitable home for his son. He couldn’t trust anyone else with the most precious thing in his life.
So, now as I gaze at the small figure dozing in the back seat of the car I shake my head once more baffled at how the boy in question looks exactly like my friend from all those years ago. If not him surely a clone I think to myself as a knot begins to form inside of my stomach. It’s been many years since I’ve seen my boyhood friend as my memories once more seem to drift back in time to when our friendship began to form. As with today’s Koko, my Coco from my past had also been a bit nervous the first time we met as my mind now began to relive that fateful day.
Back in Illinois in the middle of winter its cold standing there in the open doorway as Karen glances over her shoulders for a moment. That’s when I noticed a car across the way in her parking lot with a few of her friends inside. Karen hesitates a moment looking towards her little brother shivering in his pajamas before sighing as she stepped inside with Coco following closely on her heals. My eyes follow him as he takes a seat on the steps leading upstairs with my gaze lingering briefly on his crotch taking note of the small lump between his thighs. He pulls his thin legs up towards his body wrapping his arms around his knees. His red pajama bottoms looked so sexy hot on him with the matching blue and red cottony top. My body quivers a moment as a thrill runs up my spine at the sexy looking boy sitting there on the steps before I rip my eyes off of him to focus them back onto Karen.
She hadn’t noticed my intense scrutiny on her little brother, and neither had he because he had been busy sort of looking around. It was strange, but I guess this was the first time they’ve ever been inside our house. Sure it was just the small entryway, but still I could see Coco’s eyes roaming around taking in the various kinds of furniture we had inside. We were in the hallway sitting a little lower from the main floor, but you could still see into the living room area. We had a big European wooden Schrank against one wall along with some oil paintings. My mom worked with an oil painter when we lived in Germany. He paid her for the paintings, but often he didn’t have money so paid her with oil paintings. Of course at the time my mom would have preferred the money, but these days she is happy to have the oil paintings.
“So?” I asked Karen as she looked over towards her little brother.
“Yeah, well I was kind of hoping your mom was home or something.” She started as I nodded my head waiting for her to continue. “Um…you see…our babysitter didn’t show up for some reason…,” she started out while I glanced towards Coco noticing him blushing before he turned his head away from us all embarrassed about the whole babysitting thing. “And I can’t get a hold of her. My mom said I could go to the mall to do the…um…,” she paused looking at her little brother. “Um…you know…,” she leaned towards me whispering in my ear, “the Christmas shopping for Coco,” she finished leaning back glancing at her little brother again who looked so innocent just sitting there with that small little bulge scrunched between his legs.
You know how kids sort of have that bulge when they are sitting there with their feet up against their buttocks and their knees clamped together. This position always creates that tightness of fabric against a boy’s little package just bellow and on either side of the back of his thighs. Another quiver ran up and down my spine. It wasn’t a big bulge or anything, actually kind of small, but one can’t really tell when a boy’s package is all scrunched up tightly like that.
My eyes shifted back to Karen who just continued to look over towards her brother before looking back at me shaking her head. “Um…well…what about the other neighbors?” I asked her knowing she was looking for someone to take care of her brother so she could still get to the mall.
“No one’s home at the moment.” She responded not knowing what she was going to do.
“Well, he’s welcome to hang with me for a few hours if you want?” I told her shrugging my shoulders.
“I…I don’t know Chico. I mean…I’m not sure my mom wants another kid to watch after my little brother.” Karen stated honestly without thinking. Then realizing how it had come out she tried to back peddle. “I…I…please Chico I didn’t mean anything by it…you know…about your age and all. It’s just that mom didn’t even allow me to be alone with him until just last year.” She told me honestly hoping she hadn’t hurt my feeling.
“Nah, its cool, besides it was only a suggestion. I mean I’m the same age now as you were a year ago. Besides, Coco here is a year older too now from last year so I just figured it would be cool to have someone to hang with for a bit. I didn’t suggest I baby-sit or anything. Besides, he’s probably getting too old for that anyway. If he stayed here for a few hours he’d just be sort of hanging around keeping me company.” I responded trying to make Coco feel better while also getting a kind of startling reply from his sister.
“Whoa, yeah I never thought of it that way.” She responded picking up on how awful this must be for her brother regarding the whole baby-sitting thing. “That’s sort of how it is between the two of us. I don’t think I’m babysitting him or anything at all. Just sort of us hanging around until mom gets home. I guess that would be alright then if Coco wants to chill with you for a few hours so I can go out with the ‘girls’ for a little while.” Karen emphasized the word ‘girls’ letting her brother know she’d love to hang out with her friends.
Coco looked up actually a bit shocked realizing he was being addressed with us expecting him to actually have a say in the matter. “Um…” he began as he looked at me for a moment then shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I guess that would be cool. You won’t be too long though?” He asked still a bit hesitant about hanging around and all seemingly not wanting to put me out or anything.
“No, just a few hours is all.” She responded as I took note she seemed kind of disappointed about having to come back so soon.
“Hey listen, why not jot down my phone number, and then call in a couple of hours.” I suggested to her. “Then you can ask Coco how it’s going. If he feels like he is tired or bored hanging around here then you can come home, but if it’s all cool without him having zonked out yet or something then you can stay out longer with the girls.” I told her as both she and Coco thought it a good idea.
For Coco he thought it was cool that he was allowed to have a say in the issue at all. I could tell that normally he was left out of those kinds of decisions, and I could also sense right away that he seemed to take a liking to me because I didn’t treat him like some of the other older kids who knew his sister. Being a younger brother myself I knew how old that type of treatment got for real.
Karen gave her little brother a big hug before giving him a kiss on the lips which made him glance towards me blushing a bit embarrassed by the overt display his sister lavished on him. “You behave and listen to…um…I mean don’t do anything dorky like or you won’t be able to hang out with older kids anymore.” She told her brother seriously, but yet also in that sisterly teasing kind of way while he just rolled his eyes grumbling something under his breath.
After Karen left I motioned for Coco to follow me upstairs noticing him looking around along the way. “You’re sister’s pretty cool.” I told him looking over my shoulder as he nodded his head.
“Yeah, I guess, but it’s kind of embarrassing sometimes…you know having an older sister and all.” He replied with me really not knowing since I didn’t have an older sister.
“How so?” I asked innocently just for a way to get a conversation going.
Shrugging his shoulders he just sort of scrunched up his dark eyebrows as he bit his lower lip wondering if he should say anything. “Well…you know…like just before she left…um…you know hugging, kissing, and stuff like that.” He responded blushing while glancing towards me to gauge my reaction.
Now it was my turn to scrunch up my eyebrows as I shrugged my shoulder. “I don’t have a sister, but I’d think that be kind of cool since that is what girls tend to do. It only shows that she cares about you. I mean my mom still hugs and kisses me all the time, right in front of my friends.” I replied as his eyes got real big.
“What…and you still let her…I mean in front of your friends and all, and you’re in High School. Doesn’t anyone tease you about it?” He asked curiously.
“Yeah, my friends tease me all the time, but I don’t care. I just tell them that they are just jealous is all since my mom cares so much about me. They know my mom, and they even get hugs and kisses from her sometimes too so can’t really say anything too much about it.” I chuckled as Coco laughed realizing how funny it must be when my mom gave my friends a hug or kiss too. “Hell, what can my friends say when getting hugged like that? And as for me saying anything, nah, I kind of enjoy it too I guess. Besides, my mom is always saying to me ‘as long as these eyes are open you will still be my little boy so I will always love you no matter what.’ I mean who can argue with that?” I asked him honestly as he just nodded his head.
“I guess.” He replies simply having followed me into the kitchen watching me as I get out some milk and glasses.
“I’m going to make some hot chocolate. I got a little cold standing outside. How about you…um…I’m sure you got cold too…but I what I mean is would you like some hot chocolate?” I ask him as he nods his head that he’d like some too.
After whipping up some hot chocolate for the two of us we make our way down the stairs. We were both in the basement now as I took a seat in the big round papa-san chair that we had gotten when we lived in the tropics.
“What in the world is that?” He asks watching me intently while I set my cup of hot chocolate on the end table by the chair as I scoot into the big round bamboo chair that had a futon cushion covered in a brightly flowery cloth cover.
“Oh, this is a papa-san chair. Pretty cool, huh?” I asked him as he walked over looking at the odd chair intently while I scrutinized the area around his crotch wondering what he would look like all naked.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen a chair like this.” He declared looking back up at me.
“Climb on in…there’s plenty of room.” I announce as he hesitated a moment not sure about it. “My friends always sit with me in this chair, so I guess it would be cool for you too.” I commented knowing that would get him since he didn’t want to seem kind of dorky and all. If me and my friends sat in the chair together it was cool with him too.
He climbed into the chair accidentally bumping into my crotch making me jerk wincing a bit in pain. “Oh shit, sorry Chico. Are you alright?” He asks a bit embarrassed that he had kneed me by mistake.
It had only been an incidental bump with the pain passing quickly. “Nah, no worries its cool. Just don’t let it happen again.” I quip giving him a gentle nudge making him giggle as he glanced down at my crotch for a moment noticing the bulge since my shorts had bunched up.
His gaze seemed to linger for a moment or two before he also took in the fact I was shirtless as well. I guess it sort of at first made him uncomfortable realizing he was leaning up against another guy that was half naked. I also noted that as his eyes lingered on my crotch he had absentmindedly reached down between his own legs making an adjustment. I couldn’t help but notice he must be sporting an erection because something small and stiff pressed up against the fabric of his thin red colored cottony pajamas.
After a bit of shifting around he finally managed to settle down a little as we chatted some more while I flipped through the channels. A few moments later we had decided on a rerun of the old show Kung-Fu, and began watching it as we continued to talk some more. It was about half an hour later when I noted he was looking a bit flushed and sweaty.
“Shit dude…are you hot?” I asked him as he looked up nodding. “I know it gets kind of warm down here with the fake fireplace and all. You can take off your shirt if you want to, or I can get up to shut off the blower. It might get a bit cool down here though if I turn it off…so it’s up to you.” I told him honestly as he just looked at me for a moment before peeling off his red and blue pajama top tossing it over towards the couch where my t-shirt was laying.
His body was sleek and firm, and I had to admit that he looked sort of sexy with his olive like complexion and smooth skin. There was a currently small sheen of sweat on his torso from having been too warm. However, now that he didn’t have his shirt on it was a bit too cool for him. With him being exposed, and because of the sweat on his skin, it made him a bit chilled so I wrapped my arm around his shoulders feeling him tense up for a moment before he leaned in to me enjoying my body heat. He glanced up at me for a moment as if to gauge my intentions before focusing back on the show some more with his body temperature starting to regulate some more.
“So what do you and your friends normally do when they hang out with you over here?” He asked me getting my attention sort of bored with the show since we’ve both seen the episode before.
Shrugging my shoulders I just looked down at him thinking how I should respond. I could tell he didn’t want to be treated like a little kid so I just sighed trying to be a bit more honest with him.
“Well it sort of depends I guess. A while back we were learning about wrestling moves in class so me and Ben, I don’t think you knew him and he had to move a few months ago, sort of practiced our wrestling moves. Then sometimes we just goof around with crazy stuff, or just play some game or other with friends, or we watch television, and we just sort of talk and bullshit around and stuff.” I told him honestly.
“What do you guys talk about. I bet it’s about sex and stuff.” He asked grinning and looking at me hopefully which kind of caught me by surprises.
“Um…well…uh…yeah I guess…sort of. I mean…shit…sure that’s what friends do with each other sometimes…you know talk and try to find out some things.” I replied without going into it any more as he continued to look at me expectantly.
“Oh…cool.” He stated after a moment looking a bit disappointed that I hadn’t said more about the whole sex topic. “So can we wrestle…you know…so you can teach me some moves?” He asked me optimistically.
“I don’t know Coco, you’re kind of young, and I don’t want to hurt you or anything by mistake.
“Hey, I’m eleven you know.” He responded with me gazing at him while laughing knowing he was pulling my chain acting as if he were older.
The look he had on his face told me how wrong I really was in this regard. Shit I thought to myself noting how I had hurt his feeling as my mind raced to find a way to make him feel better. How was I to know. I mean he really was small like a nine or ten year old. Hell, he was all of like four feet tall, and maybe like sixty or sixty five pounds. I mean really kind of small with the facial features of a younger kid.
“I know, I’m kind of puny.” He responded blushing while looking away on the verge of tears. “I’m like the smallest kid in my class.” He announced as he started to shift away from me a little.
He really was hurt by my comment, but I didn’t let him scoot away. Instead, I just sort of held him tighter giving him a friendly and affectionate squeeze.
“I’m sorry about that Coco. I didn’t know, but you really shouldn’t be embarrassed you know. Besides, just think how sexy hot you will still look to all the young women when you are old…like thirty or something. When everyone else is all old and wrinkly you will still have your sexy hot looks.” I told him teasingly as he just gawked at me for a second before giggling at the implied sexual innuendo.
Yes you heard me correctly I did say thirty because at the time that seemed like very old to me. These days I just have to shake my head with how naïve I was back then about such things.
“You really think so?” He asked me smiling from ear to ear.
“Shit yeah. I mean look at yourself. You’ve got a killer hot body with a face to die for. When everyone else is all old and wrinkled you will still have a young killer look.” I told him honestly once more taking a closer look at his truly beautiful body pressed up against me like that. He noticed me studying him closely with his face getting flush with embarrassment as he gazed away remembering how he had stared at me too a few minutes back.
Trying to get out of the awkward situation of him being scrutinized by me, he piped up again. “So what kind of crazy stuff do you do? He quipped getting a quirky look in his eyes as if to say what kind of crazy sexy stuff we did.
“You’re such a moron.” I teased him as I motioned for him to climb out of the chair.
“Here, I’ll show you a neat trick. Now what I need you to do is stand straight up with your arms down by your side. Now I’m going to hold your right arm at the wrist applying pressure against it. What I need you to do is to try as hard as you can to raise your arm sideways. Now you need to just try lifting your arms without using your hips because that’s cheating. When I tell you just keep pushing with your arm for as long as I say. Don’t worry about you not being able to lift it up because that isn’t part of the game. I am going to have you push like that as hard as you can for like a minute. It will seem like forever, but you have to keep pushing with your arm. When I tell you to relax don’t do anything except stop pushing. In other words don’t wriggle your arm around or anything…just let it relax.” I explained repeating the process once more before I stepped to his right side noting again just how sexy he looked.
He began to push up against my hand, and I noticed how his body tensed up sending a tingling sensation up and down my body as his small muscles bunched up along his torso. Damn, he really did look so fucking sexy hot with me popping a boner when my eyes settled on his small lump in his pajama bottoms when he shifted his hips outwards.
“Remember just your arm.” I told him as he relaxed his body a little, yet I was still able to detect a little bulge in his soft red light cottony fabric material. I mean I really couldn’t help it as my own small boy penis twitched inside my shorts.
Looking up into Coco’s eyes I noticed he had them scrunched up as he pushed as hard as he could against the resistance of my hand holding his wrist. I took the opportunity to reach down with my left hand adjusting myself by tucking the tip of my penis beneath the waistband of my shorts keeping it from creating a tenting affect.
“Alright relax,” I instructed the smaller boy releasing his arm.
It immediately began to rise up away from his side all on it’s own as Coco just stared in awe. “Whoa, that is like…well…wickedly cool.” He exclaimed as he watch me reaching up to lower his arm back down gently against his side before releasing it allowing it to rise sideways again away from his body all on its own once more.
He laughed as I did it another time or two before the affects of the blood pumping through his muscles eased up. Evidently when you do this trick it is the pressure and the bunching of the muscles along with the increase flow of blood that sort of creates this reaction.
“So what else do you have?” He asked me as he shook his arm getting it back to normal.
Thinking for a moment I shrugged my shoulders. “Um…well there is this thing that sort of makes you all light headed and stuff as if it kind of knocks you out in a way, but not really.” I told him trying to explain.
“Cool, can we try that too?” He asked eager now to see what the other trick was about.
“Yeah sure, but let’s get into a better position just in case I have to put you on the floor. I shouldn’t have to, but just in case.” I told him as we got into the center of the room moving aside the table.
“Alright,” I started out to explain it to him as I stepped behind him. “The trick here is to breath in and out as deeply as possible for about a minute. Almost as if you are trying to hyperventilate yourself. You know like when you go to the pool and take several deep breathes so you can hold it longer under water. Well you are going to do that for about a minute. Then with your arms crossed over your chest like this,” I told him as I reached around him crossing his arms over his chest, “I will then tell you to take one deep breath and you will have to take in the biggest gulp of air possible holding it in your lungs. Don’t exhale no matter what for several moments. I will wrap my arms around your arms and chest, lift you up and squeeze you tight. Understand?” I asked him as he nodded his head yes.
“Alright start inhaling deeply.” I instructed him as I stepped up behind him pressing my body up against his smaller frame noting the heat radiating outwards from him along with something else.
It was his scent, a mixture of young boy sweat and soap. He must have taken a bath earlier just before he came over. It was an intoxicating smell and something I’ve never experienced before. Once more I popped an erection, this time just because of his aroma. I couldn’t understand why he was having such an intoxicating affect on me as I wrapped my arm around his chest lightly, waiting for the proper moment. Being this close to him sent shivers all up and down my spine. I inhaled his fragrance deeply keeping in rhythm to his deep intake of breathe. Closing my eyes I became a little lightheaded as I took him in, scent and all. Snapping open my eyes shaking my head a bit from the intoxicating affect he was having on me, I focused on what was going on at the moment. I was starting to fall for Coco, and didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.
“Alright take in one last big breath.” I instructed as he breathed in deeply holding it while I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest, lifted him up, and squeezed him as hard as I could.
I held on to him for several seconds before releasing him as he just slumped in my arm. I set him down gently on to the floor with him facing upwards, and just looked at him.
“Hey, wake up.” I told him giggling knowing he was just faking. “This move only made you sort of lightheaded and a bit giddy, nothing more.
He didn’t move so I sort of gently slapped his face a little playfully not getting a response from him. Looking down I noticed he had popped a little boy boner creating a tiny tenting affect in his red pajamas. It really was a tiny hard spike, and I could sort of see the outline of what looked to be a very thin one and a half inch erection. I mean his small barb was just as puny as he was in height and build. Somehow his small size didn’t bother me; instead, it seemed to excite me even more.
“Alright, if you don’t stop pretending I’m going to smack you in the balls.” I warned him waiting for a second before sort of patting his erection with the back of my fingers.
Not hard or anything, rather just kind of lightly. The back of my fingers brushed along his small hard penis sort of making it bounce a bit, and it was obvious that he wasn’t wearing any underwear at all beneath his pajamas which sent another thrill up and down my body eliciting another excited twitch from my own small two and three quarters of an inch erection. I could tell that Coco’s penis really was small, but it also felt pretty stiff as it bounced up and down. Looking down into his face he was sort of smirking a little giving himself away that he really was goofing around.
“Alright, that’s it.” I told him as I reached down between his legs with my right hand giving him a proper squeeze making him yelp in surprise before jerking away as he rolled on his side cupping his hands over his privates protectively while giggling and laughing.
“Ouch dude…,” he quipped half heartedly as he simply laughed nervously at me not believing I had actually done that.
“Hey, what can I say, I warned you.” I began to taunt him when all of a sudden his hand snaked out snatching at my crotch eliciting a playful shocked bark on my end as I flinched pulling away from him.
“Why you little shit.” I retorted as I pounced on him starting a wrestling match.
He didn’t stand a chance in weight or skill level, and I had him twisted around several times in various positions allowing him to get away before I once again tied him up in a knot. I could swear he attempted several times to latch on to my package while at the same time he tried to put himself into a position where I would grab on to his as well. I kind of avoided it at times, but also just couldn’t ignore it because I was sort of turned on by this unexpected turn of events.
We were building up a good sweat now as I twisted away after one of his attempts to latch on to my nards. “Why you little shit thinking you can get away with cheating like that.” I teased him as I maneuvered my body twisting him on to his back with my left leg tucked up under the small of his back while my right leg wrapped around the top of his thighs.
With my ankles wrapped around one another I had him trapped as my right hand immediately dove between his legs latching firmly on to his small erection and tiny little nut sack. He howled trying desperately to twist while I literally groped him running my finger along his small hardened length and extremely thin girth. There really wasn’t that much there, and I truly could feel everything in my hand as I leaned in biting his nipple eliciting a yelp and contraction from him.
“Ouch,” he jolted within my grasp at the friendly nibble.
This elicited another yelp of pain from him because I had him wrapped up so tightly that when his body reacted naturally to my small bit of a nibble on his sensitive nipple, he jerked so hard that it yanked on his arm. I saw tears welling up in his eyes from the pain so I immediately let him loose from my grip hugging him to my body.
“Oh shit Coco, I didn’t mean it. Are you alright?” I asked him before releasing him from my embrace while he rubbed his tender arm.
“Yeah, I think so.” He told me, but I could still see the dampness of pain welling up around the corners of his gorgeous pale gray eyes. It seemed strange how one minute they were sparkling green while the next moment pale gray. It was at this moment when I fell in love with the hazel eyed boy.
“Here let me take a look.” I told him as I gently took his small arm in my hands sort of rotating it gently around in a circular motion.
To this day I don’t know why I did this, but I did as I leaned down kissing his arm from one end to the other. From the corner of my eyes I could see his own eyes lighting up with curiosity as I finished up my administrations.
“What’d you do that for?” He asked me when I sat back up looking once more at the damage I had done on his arms. Shrugging my shoulders I finally looked at him with what must have appeared like real concern in my eyes. “Please Chico don’t feel so bad. It was just an accident is all.” He stated as I released his arm nodding my head in relief. I had forgotten how small he was getting carried away with the moment.
“Thanks Coco. I’d feel awful if I hurt my new bud like that.” I told him honestly.
“Really…I mean…we’re like buds for real?” He asked me as I nodded my head.
“Of course we are. I just don’t goof around with anyone like that.” I admitted to him making him blush realizing that I had sort of groped him for real.
It made me blush as well realizing I had gone a little too far with actually stroking his stiff erection in my fingers. I mean for all practical purposes his lightweight pajama bottoms didn’t hide what he had between his legs; especially, once I really grabbed on to him. It had been exciting for that brief moment even though he really had a small penis, probably the smallest I’ve ever known on a boy. Still, it was sexy hot to me. For some reason it seemed right that he had a tiny boy pecker at this point in his life. I knew just because it was small now didn’t mean it would always be that way once he hit puberty.
“Um…Chico?” Coco asked me.
“Yeah buddy.” I responded getting up while also helping him stand noticing that his erection had gone away making it once more difficult to tell what he had between his legs.
“What was with all the kissing on my arm?” He asked me a bit shy about how it had happened.
Sighing I looked away uncomfortable now as well not only for the kissing of his arm, but also the nibbling of his nipple and the groping. “My mom always kisses away my booboos so I figured it would work on your arm too. I know…kind of lame huh?” I asked him taking a seat back inside the papa-san chair making room for him as he settled down right next to me.
It sort of surprised me how he cuddled up next to me as if it weren’t a big deal anymore. His body was all sticky moist with perspiration, so was mine, as our torsos sort of slithered around against one another. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder allowing him to cuddle even closer to me as he laid his head on my chest. His sweaty musky scent wafted up into my nose and to this day I can still recall how wonderful he smelled. There was just something unique about a boy’s scent. All of them are kind of similar yet so different in so many subtle ways. His sweaty odor wasn’t heavy, but sort of light when intermingled with the type of soap he used. I could tell it was a sort of fragrant bouquet kind of soap, but not really heavy on the perfume aspect of things, rather a kind of light scent. I guess with his mom and older sister in the house he was forced to use more girlish kinds of bathing products.
“No…not really.” He responded to my statement. “I kind of liked it, and it did seem to help.” He answered looking up at me to see if his response was lame or not.
“Oh…cool then. Well I guess the next time you get a booboo, I’ll have to kiss it all over to make it better.” I taunted him as we both giggled.
“Promise?” He teased back as we both continued to laugh.
“Geeze, you are such a goofball.” I quipped. “But yeah I suppose.” I told him sincerely knowing full well that if he ever got hurt I’d do whatever it took to make it better.
We both continued to chuckle on and off for a few moments before getting real quiet. “Thanks Chico.” Coco sighed as he placed his hand on my thigh right next to my privates.
Looking down for a second I spread apart my legs allowing him to sort of grope me real quick in an unobtrusive way not saying anything to him about it. I guess it was only fair since I had grabbed on to his getting a good feel of it. His brush against my package was light and very brief as he rubbed up against my boy pouch and penis as he brought his hand up to my chest. I guess he didn’t want it to be too obvious, but I think we both knew that the other one understood what was going on. My insides burned and tingled during that brief contact of his, yearning for more, but I didn’t want to push things. He was only eleven, two years younger than me which is a lifetime in kid years.
“For what…making your booboo all better?” I asked him as he looked up giggling knowing I had sort of done that to distract from him groping me.
“No…I mean yeah that too, but more because you sort of treated me like some of your older friends. You know just goofing around with wrestling and all. I know you were taking it easy on me, but still it was nice just to have another guy to rough house with. It’s kind of hard…you know.” He stated as he put his ear to my chest listening to my heartbeat.
“No, what do you mean.” I responded giggling at the tickling of his long silky like black hair along my skin.
“Well, at home I don’t get to goof around like that. You know doing guy kinds of stuff. Dad’s never really at home, and when he is, I sort of stay in my room. Then, afterwards it is just mom and Karen, which kinds of sucks since they are girls. I just don’t get to goof around is all like other boys.” He sighed continuing to listen to my heartbeat.
“Oh, I guess that would kind of suck. But what about your friends at school and stuff, or what about sports?” I asked him seriously.
“Well I’ve got friends from school and all, but most of them live kind of far away. My mom and sister won’t let me go too far from the house alone. As for sports I’m kind of too small for any of them.” He told me sadly.
“Oh, I guess that kind of sucks then. Um…what about gymnastics or something. I know the junior high school has a gymnastics program after school hours and on the weekends. Well at least they did when I went to school there last year. I’m sure they still have the program, and I bet you’d be great at something like that.” I told him optimistically. “I mean I don’t know how good the program is or anything, but with your size I bet you’d do really great no matter what.” I continued as he looked up now blinking his eyes at me while giving me the cutest smile ever.
“I never knew they had gymnastics at school.” He admitted to me. “Maybe I can join for next school year.” He mused to himself.
“Why not now?” I asked him getting a snigger out of him as he gave me a teasing shove.
“Geeze Chico, I won’t be in junior high until next year.” He chuckled at me as I blushed realizing he was correct.
“Shit dude, I almost forgot.” I laughed with him. “See, I already think you are older than what you are.” I ribbed him as he just snuggled up closer to me closing his eyes appreciating my comment.
“Thanks Chico…you really are pretty cool.” He admitted to me making me feel better as I just scooted down into the papa-san chair closing my eyes too.
We must have dozed because the phone woke us up as I untangled myself from Coco noticing he had once more popped a boner. He blushed really embarrassed when he noticed I had seen it, but I just shrugged my shoulders as he giggled once he saw I had popped one too feeling much better about himself. We both adjusted ourselves as I ran over to pick up the receiver on the phone. It was Coco’s sister so I handed it over to him.
“No, it’s cool Karen. We’ve been having a good time over here. You can stay out late if you want.” He told her as he paused listening to her. “Yeah, here why don’t you talk to him yourself?” He stated as he handed me back the phone while I scrunched my eyes at him questioningly holding the phone up to my ears.
“Hi Chico, is he really alright…he hasn’t been a hassle or anything?” Karen asked me.
“Yeah sure, everything’s cool. We goofed around a bit and to be honest I’m a bit hungry now so I’m going to order a pizza to be delivered. I think he’s probably hungry too so I’ll get enough for both of us. It’ll take about an hour and a half or two for it to arrive because I like the pizza from that Italian joint over there on Front Street. It takes longer because they make everything from scratch, but their ‘Taste of Tuscany’ combo is the best pizza around. Also, they have to time it so they can transport it to us. Normally they don’t deliver, but my folks know the owner pretty well, and the family always delivers the pizza to me when I’m alone. His dad worked with mine in Germany years ago, and it was my dad who told him they should open up a pizza joint when he retires. Who knew they were going to retire here, but I guess they have family here. So I guess there is plenty of time still for you to hang out with your friends, and I’m sure there’ll be plenty for you too if you want when you get here to pick him up.” I told her as I sat down listening for a moment to awkward silence because there was a pause on the other end.
“Really, you don’t mind watching him for a while longer?” She asked after a moment’s pause a bit shocked making sure it really was alright with me.
“Nah, no real big hurry, and we’ll save you some pizza.” I told her looking over to Coco who nodded his head excitedly that he was still going to hang out for a while longer.
“Thanks Chico that sounds really cool. It’ll give me a chance to hang out for a while with my friends. Besides, if you watch him then I can sneak into the house so I can hide the presents from him. I know it sounds goofy, but mom and I still want him to be like a little kid at Christmas time. This’ll probably be the last year where he’ll still be really excited like a five year old…if you know what I mean.” She sighed sounding a bit sad about it.
“Yeah, that’s cool.” I told her as we hung up.
“Well, I guess pizza it is then.” I laughed when he jumped into my arms with a big whooping yell of excitement.
“Way cool. Is that pizza really that good? We never really go out to restaurants and stuff. I mean it is kind of expensive, and we just really can’t afford it.” He admitted animatedly blushing a bit embarrassed by the disclosure.
“Hey listen, we don’t go out that often either because it really is expensive. We can’t afford it either, but then again who needs to when my mom cooks so good.” I explained as I dialed the pizza place.
In short order I had our pizza delivery arranged as I picked up my shirt. When I had gotten up I had detected a foul odor knowing that it was coming from me. I hadn’t taken a shower yet today so when I built up a sweat wrestling around with Coco, I had become a bit ripe.
“Why don’t you sit down while I head upstairs for a shower? Here’s the remote and I’ll be back in a bit after I’ve washed off the stink from my body.” I chuckled as he giggled too starting to flip through the channels.
Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror I had to smile at myself. I was all boned up with excitement having just done a bit of groping on the small eleven year old boy downstairs, and he hadn’t seemed to mind it at all. My two and three quarter inch erection pretty much stood straight up close to my small patch of sandy brown pubic hairs as I pulled it down releasing it hearing the familiar smacking sound when it bounced off my pubic mound. Laughing at how it looked in the mirror, I just shook my head before making my way to the shower stall. Turning on the water I adjusted the temperature before stepping up under the warm water. It felt wonderful having all those warm droplets thumping up against my skin as I got my hair wet, lathered it up with shampoo, and scrubbed it clean before rinsing it out. I did the same thing with my body before I focused on the most important part of the cleaning process.
Lathering up some suds in my hands, I placed the hard bar in the holder before leaning my left arm against the pale tiled shower wall. Settling my forehead up against my left arm I started to soap up my extremely hard excited erection. I must have done this a million times by now as I slowly began to masturbate myself feeling the familiar sensations tingling down deep within my two chestnut sized testicles. My mind was already forming the familiar image of Ben’s nakedness in my fantasy as I started to slowly pump my fist along the short length of my hardened shaft. The head of my penis barely peaked out past the end of my fist, but the way I masturbated I still used the entire length of my hand as I moved it past my now purplish red flared out penis head seeing it disappear within the confines of my hand.
I felt the tip of my penis slithering along the width of my warm hand before I reversed direction slamming my palm downwards allowing my glans to make an appearance for a brief moment before once more disappearing. Everything was progressing as usual in those first several seconds when all of a sudden the image of Ben was replaced with the sweet soft features of Coco’s face, and his small thin like shaft in my hands when I groped him. I was able to clearly make out the short length and thin girth of Coco’s entire penis pressed up against the fabric of his pajamas. I could even identify the outline of his equally thin almost acorn shaped glans. This was all it took as all of a sudden my butt cheeks clamped down, I gasped inwards deeply, and my toes literally curved as an overwhelming calmness fell over my features before my rigid shaft seemed to swell outward releasing one forceful blast out the end of my penis slit.
It was a very intense orgasm, probably one of the most powerful ones I’ve had up to that point other than my first one ever, but it was also very different. Usually my whole body jerked around in a spastic kind of way for a brief moment, but this sort of felt more controlled even though it was intense in nature. I was breathing heavily now as a calmness seemed to overcome me while I recovered from my climax. The entire incident from the time I began to masturbate until I exploded must have taken all of five seconds. My orgasm must have lasted about the same amount of time. So from start to finish it had been all of ten seconds, yet the most intense ten seconds of my masturbatory life.
‘Fuck me,’ I literally whispered shoving myself up from against the wall while looking down at my now extremely satisfied pale shriveled up two inch softness. ‘Shit, what the hell am I going to do about Coco?’ I sighed to myself thinking maybe this was getting a bit weird. I mean I’ve already been sort of coming to grips that I’m interested in guys and all. Hell, sure I still look at girls with there being a bit of excitement in that regard, but it seems to be naked guys who I seem to prefer. That was one thing to come to grips with, but Coco was only eleven years old. Sure in the grand scheme of things two years isn’t all that much, but at our age it is a big difference. Hell I was already in High School, and he was still in elementary school. Sure, technically I should only be in Junior High School, but still.
Ten or fifteen minutes later I was making my way back downstairs all washed up, in clean clothes, and feeling refreshed. As I entered the room I noticed that Coco had dozed off once more lying there in the papa-san chair. His head was angled off to the side with his mouth slightly open in a cute way, his left leg bent and tucked under his right leg, and his right hand shoved down the front of his red pajamas. It was really hilarious and adorably sweet at the same time. Making my way over towards him I looked down at his sweet innocent face noticing his eyes moving back and forth under his eyelids with what I hoped was a happy dream.
His naked chest rose and fell in an even rhythm as he breathed in and out steadily. The front of his pajamas was pulled down slightly to accommodate his right hand, and I could just make out the tip of his penis head. I couldn’t see anything else other than the small purplish tip of his circumcised glans. It looked really small, and I couldn’t tell if he had an erection or anything because the rest of his penis was covered by his hand while his pajamas pretty much concealed the rest of him. However, I could make out some of his pale bare pubic mound that seemed devoid of any hairs, which really didn’t surprise me in the least considering his age. As I looked down at him I wondered if he slept like that all the time, and if his sister ever saw him like this. I bet it was probably something normal for him, and I kind of felt bad for the guy thinking how he would feel if he knew his mom and sister sees him like this all the time.
The sight of his little penis head was very beguiling enticing me to reach down to get a better feel of him. It was only a fleeting thought as I realized it wouldn’t take much for me to get a good feel of him like that while he slept. I curbed my temptation, instead opting to lean over lightly brushing my lips up against his mouth giving him a kiss on the lips. He stirred a moment sighing while seemingly returning my kiss in his sleep as I stepped back from his slumbering form smiling while I licked my lips. This was the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy before, and I kind of liked it. Besides, it had tasted sweet like hot chocolate making me want more of him while at the same time making me realize just how appropriate his name seemed to be. My very first real kiss and it tasted like cocoa. I began to wonder what it would be like to kiss him for real, in a passionate kind of way, as I went into my parents’ room to get out a small blanket. He was still shirtless so I gently draped it over his body feeling such an intense emotion washing over me as if I had to protect him like a little brother or perhaps more. It was such a fulfilling kind of emotion as I looked back down into that angelic like face sleeping peacefully in the oversized chair.
This was a new sense of feeling for me, and somehow it sort of seemed appropriate. There was a sort of swelling love in my chest for the younger boy as I picked up his small tiny left hand in mine tucking it up under the blanket. I leaned over again giving him a light kiss on the lips and the feeling I got when I inhaled his breathe was overwhelming. In that one moment my senses seemed to open up as I sucked him inside of me feeling his soft moist ruby colored lips up against my own. The kiss was so sublime and gentle, and I loved how he tasted, most definitely like cocoa as I pulled away with some tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I’ve never felt such an overpowering emotion for someone else. It left me reeling, fighting for composure, as I just stood over him for several minutes before finally wiping away the wetness from my face to trudge back upstairs leaving him to enjoy a bit of a nap without being disturbed.
Now as time shifts back to the present time here in the toasty warm weather of Phoenix, Arizona, my mind seems to snap back. ‘Its strange how memories seem to overlap,’ I smile to myself as I sit on the edge of the bed while looking down at the sleeping form of a little boy cuddled up in bed slumbering peacefully. The blanket was draped across his white pajama top with little multi colored cartoon figures all over. Even though the covers were over him I could tell by the outline beneath the blanket he had his hand shoved down the front of his pajama bottoms. It reminds me of how his father had always slept at night until he started going to bed without anything on. It was just such a cute recollection, and made me curious to know if he looked the same between his legs like his father did back then too as my gaze shifted back up to his peaceful features.
Seeing him like this sends such an overwhelming warm surge coursing through my body. I can’t help myself as I lean down brushing my lips tenderly up against Koko’s mouth. It isn’t something I would normally do because it is wrong on so many levels. I mean for all practical purposes Koko is a complete stranger, but seeing him lying there like that is too much for me as the memories of his father seems to bring up so many conflicting emotions. He’s the splitting image of his dad reminding me so much of that little boy back then with how pure things were between the two of us.
For years now my life had always moved forward leaving behind the past without any regrets. The same happened with Coco all those years ago, but it wasn’t a bad thing because I knew it was best for him at the time. Now though, I’m at a point where I want to set down roots, and Coco had been an integral part of my life in the past, holding a place in my heart that would always be there. I also knew without a doubt now that I had held a special place in Coco’s heart after all these years, the proof of this was currently lying snuggled up in bed.
Everything just happened so fast, and I didn’t know what I was going to do. There was a precious little life in my hands now, and all I knew was that I needed to make sure to do what was the best for this little boy. He deserved to have a stable life filled with love and a family of his own.
As I look fondly at the slumbering little boy in the bed he shifts in his sleep, and I sit back up emotions welling up in my chest. In many ways the feelings coursing inside of me was so familiar, almost, but not quite, the same like what I had felt all those years ago with Koko’s father. That wasn’t the only thing that seemed the same as the sweet taste of chocolate lingers on my lips. ‘Damn, how can two people be so much alike,’ I wonder to myself.
Not able to resist I lean down giving the sleeping Koko another soft kiss on the lips. I breathed him in to forever imprint his taste and scent on my senses smiling at both the taste of cocoa and sweet boy scent familiarity permeating all around the slumbering boy. ‘Most definitely his father’s son,’ I sigh as he seems to stir in his sleep.
“I love you too daddy,” Koko moans softly not waking up, but seeming to react to the tender kiss I gave him.
Sitting up I brush away the hair from his eyes realizing the response had just been natural for him while he slept. I was pretty sure his dad used to come in as he slept tucking him in while also giving him a good night kiss. Koko was just reacting to the familiar stimulation of the tender kiss.
“What are we going to do with you kiddo,” I sigh shaking my head.
It was only a little after five in the afternoon, but it had been a long flight. On the way home I had stopped so we could pick up some of the basics for him figuring maybe tomorrow we could do some proper shopping. After getting home Koko had looked around in awe completely surprised that an oasis could be found in a spot like this. He had remained reserved as he looked around seeming to like the house, outside garden, and the beautiful view of the barren landscape and mountains off in the distance. He had been yawning the entire time so I had known he was tired. After all it would be two in the morning in Germany. After fixing him something to eat with a cup of cold chocolate milk, he gathered his things and headed for bed.
Brushing my fingers through his hair one last time I finally got up putting his small bag on the dresser so I could start pulling things out putting his meager clothing into the drawers. Some of Tim’s old clothes from over the years were in there, and I imagined there were a few things that would fit Koko. He didn’t have much in his bag as I pulled out a photo album flipping through some of the pages. There were some images of him growing up with a few of them when he was a toddler along with a very beautiful lady. I imagined it must have been his mother. Looking in the bag I pulled out a framed picture. It was one with him perched up on a rock overlooking a valley with the ruins of an old castle in the distance. A man had him curled up in his arms as they cuddled up together. I smiled fondly at the picture noticing it was an older Coco holding his son affectionately. I had to admit that Coco had grown up into a very handsome looking man.
Sighing I walked over towards Koko’s bed perching the picture up on the nightstand placing the photo album next to it before turning out the light leaving the boy to his dreams. Now as I rummaged through the refrigerator looking at the contents before doing the same to my cupboards, I just shook my head thinking this just wouldn’t do. Nothing in here for kids I thought to myself snatching up my keys. I paused long enough to write a note for Koko propping it up so he couldn’t miss it in case he woke up. I scribbled a short note saying I was down the street shopping for groceries along with my phone number just in case. I wouldn’t be long so wasn’t worried about leaving the eleven year old boy alone. Besides, I would be just down the street.
It hadn’t taken me all that long to grab some things at the grocery store stacking them up on my folding hand cart. I often simply walked to the store so had learned long ago that one of those small folding hand carts worked out well in this situation. It was almost like those carry on suitcases with wheels and a handle that pulls up. This however had a square like case on the bottom which unfolded and was a bit more rigid. I could stuff a lot of groceries inside the compartment, and then stack up a couple of my canvas bags on top strapping it in place. I also had a couple of tote bags that I draped over my shoulders leaving me fairly free to move around.
Now as I walked home with about two hundred dollars worth of groceries in tote I took my time. The sun was out and it felt like it was in the low eighties so I was starting to sweat a little, but it wasn’t too bad. Every once in a while a small breeze would pick up making it a bit more comfortable. To be honest I enjoyed this kind of heat, and this wasn’t so bad right now. By the time July and August rolls around we will be in the nineties or even warmer at times, a bit too hot in my opinion.
It wasn’t a long walk to my house from the local grocery store, and as I got closer I noticed that big fat kid from the day before. He seemed to be hassling another kid, and as I approached I realized it was Arturo. Alarm bells went off in my head so I hurried up pulling up alongside just as I heard Arturo speak up.
“Just leave me alone Jason, I told you I’m not going to do that anymore.” He seemed to say disgustedly.
“Listen you little fucking anchor baby, you’ll…,” he began before I interrupted.
“Hey…what the hell is going on here?” I interjected stepping in front of Arturo protectively getting between the younger boy and this Jason kid forcing the older boy to take a step back. It’s the first time I really got a good look at him up close and to be honest he really was an ugly disgusting looking kid. His face was all puffy red, sweaty, and covered with oily acne. You could plainly tell no one ever taught him about personal hygiene. “I don’t like how you are talking about Arty here. He’s just as American as you are, and his parents are here legally so just back off.”
“I don’t know who you think you are, but…,” Jason started out before I interjected again.
“I’m the guy whose property you were trespassing on and have the video to prove it.” I bluffed as Jason stepped forward to call my bluff. “I’m not so sure that the police wouldn’t be interested in finding out what you’ve been up to, with someone so much younger than you. To be honest it’s a bit revolting, so if I catch you messing around with Arturo again I’ll make sure to report the matter to the appropriate authorities, along with some evidence. So I suggest you stay off my property, and leave Arturo alone.” I finished off as I turned while gently prodding Arturo in front of me before the big oaf could reply.
We left him behind completely stunned, and a bit mortified by the situation. As I approached my gate I glanced over noticing the big brute lumbering down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. I directed Arturo through the gate pausing long enough to realize it had been ajar again.
“Damn, I need to get that checked.” I sighed as Arturo just looked at it before glancing up at me.
“Is it broken?” He asked as I just shook my head.
“No, it’s not broken just the spring needs to be adjusted I think.” I replied as he glanced around and began to blush.
This is where he had given the older boy a blowjob, and I could tell he didn’t feel good about the choice he had made with it now starting to bother him. “Um…Mr. Will do you…uh…actually…you know…have surveillance of me and Jason…um…you know?” He asked as he continued to look around completely mortified.
Chuckling I shook my head. “No Arturo I don’t, but I’m thinking maybe I should put one up in this area.” I told him seriously as he looked down in relief shuffling his feet. “Are you alright Arty…I mean what did Jason say to you?” I wanted to know.
Arturo just stared at me for a moment biting his lower lip a bit embarrassed, but then realized I was only concerned for him knowing I wouldn’t judge him or anything. “Um…he just…you know…wanted me to suck him again…and…um…he said something about he just wanted to corn-hole that virgin pussy of mine.” He added the last turning several shades of red as he scrunched his eyebrows. “I’m not sure what he was talking about Mr. Will. I mean what is corn-holing, and I’m no girl or anything anyway, so what is he…you know…talking about…um…the whole virgin pussy thing?” He asked me seriously as I just shook my head a bit more worried now.
Sighing I just motioned for him to head up the stairs as he grabbed a few bags from me to help out. “Listen Arty you really need to try staying away from him. What he wants to do is something I sort of told you about the other day.” I stated not sure if I really wanted to try explaining the entire thing to him. He was still so innocent, and I didn’t want him to grow up too fast. There would be plenty of time for that to happen.
“Oh…um…alright…so it’s one of those things you said guys do that can kind of hurt if not done right…um…but also can be nice?” He asked me making me nod my head smiling to myself knowing this would be a good enough answer for him without having to go into details.
“Yeah Arty that’s exactly it. Listen, we can talk about that at another time if you really want to know, but I don’t think you are really ready for that conversation so maybe we should just hold off on it for now. If it comes up again, and if it is appropriate, we can discuss it then…fair enough?” I asked him as he smiled nodding his head as we entered the house setting the groceries on the counter.
“Thanks Mr. Will…for um…you know.” Arturo sighed, indicating Jason as I smiled at him while putting my finger to my lips making him look at me curiously.
“No problem Arturo, but we need to keep our voices down. I’ve got a visitor who’s sleeping in the other room.” I told him softly as he just mouthed the word ‘Oh,’ to me.
“Isn’t it kind of early for someone to be sleeping?” He asked me innocently as I just smiled at him.
“Well Koko just flew in from Germany, and it was a long plane trip…over fifteen hours long so he’s a bit tired. Also it is like three in the morning now over where he lived.” I chuckled as Arturo seemed to file away the information.
“Oh cool…all the way from Germany.” He responded in a hushed tone. “But what kind of name is Cocoa?” He asked me chuckling. “I mean isn’t that like hot chocolate?” He added shaking his head.
“Yeah it is, but his name is spelled K-o-k-o, so a little different. As for what kind of name I’m not really sure where his folks came up with the name. I know his father’s name was Coco, spelled with a capitol ‘C’ and little ‘c’.” I told him as he looked at me like I was joking around or something, but when he realized I wasn’t just shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh…alright…so how long is your friend going to visit?” He asked innocently enough.
“Um…it’s a bit complicated Arturo. His dad recently died and he has no other family, so he will be staying here for a while.” I told him as I continued to put away the groceries Arturo was handing me, and seeing the look on his face I already anticipated the next question on his mind so just answered it. “He’s only eleven, and yes I’m sure you will get to meet him.” I paused looking at Arturo who nodded his head.
“Cool…um…listen Mr. Will I’ve got to go or Mom will throw a fit for sure if I don’t get home here real soon for dinner. I’m already late.” He told me.
“Yeah…no worries Arty. I’ll give your mom a quick call on the phone to let her know you were helping me with groceries so she won’t tan your hide when you get home.” I chuckled teasingly as he shot me a look.
“Hah…I’d rather her do that instead of getting lectured about it for three days in a row. You have no idea how she can just go on and on about the silliest things. Sometimes I think a butt wupin would be much easier and a lot quicker.” He chuckled jokingly. “By the way…she’s been on me to thank you again for the money and giving me a job and all.” He sighed shaking his head pointedly about being hounded by his mom.
“Well Arty between you and me I got a good deal. You do a really fine job of things, and I enjoy having you around. When I call her up once you leave I’ll tell your mom you thanked me also letting her know it’s my pleasure. Hopefully that will get her off your back.” I teased him as he just smiled. “Oh and Arty, when you get the chance let her know that I plan on having you all over here sometime this summer for a big BBQ and pool party.” I told him as the biggest smile spread across his cute features, and he nearly knocked me over as he shoved himself into my arms for a quick hug before heading out the door. “Oh Arty…one more thing…,” I called after him trying not to yell as he paused looking back, “don’t forget to tug the gate closed on the way out.” I reminded him as I watched him walking out the sliding door that led onto the deck and garden area.
The boy had been wearing those tight jeans again and a tank top really showing off his twelve year old body. No wonder that Jason kid was bothering him because I had to admit that Arturo was looking kind of sexy like; especially, with the jean shorts pressing up against his package so tightly. I had a feeling with working in the garden that by summers end he would be looking even more fit and toned for a twelve year old boy.
Perhaps when I took Koko shopping for some clothes tomorrow I might throw in a couple of items by mistake that are a few sizes too big for him. If that happened it would be just easier to hand them over to Arturo instead of schlepping all the way across town to the department store where we got them. After all we would just be dropping in to do shopping on the other side of town because of me showing Koko some of the sights, I thought to myself making sure I had an airtight excuse that Arturo’s mom couldn’t contest. She’d complain of course, but in the end she would see that it had all been a mistake, and she would be doing me a favor by taking the clothes off my hands.
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End of Chapter Four
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Hell I pretty much knew that already, but had taken the chance that he would let me do something with him. I’m glad he was cool with what had happened as I got dressed before we climbed out of the truck. He looked around making sure no one had seen us as we continued to talk some more. I gave him my address so he could write, but pretty much knew it wouldn’t happen. I mean over the years I’m still in contact with some of my friends from the different places we lived, but those were only the ones where my parents had been friends with their parents. Kids just don’t seem to stay in contact all that much except for like Christmas cards and stuff. Then it was only if your folks sort of tell you over the years to write during those times mailing it off for you. When Ben left I knew that would be the last time I ever saw or heard from him. It never bothered me before to leave behind friends, but this time it was somehow different.
Entering my house I looked at the weather taking note it would be a crappy winter indeed this year.
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As the memories of bygone days began to fade from my mind I shook my head getting up heading to the bathroom with my own leaking erection leading the way. Recalling that Tim had just done the same thing I was determined to follow his lead in taking care of some much needed relief.
Tim was already snuggled up under the lightweight coverings of the bed when I knocked on his door hearing him calling out for me to come in. I smiled at him as I sat on the edge of the bed. It’s close to midnight with the boy yawning making me do the same as we both just chuckle knowing how contagious such things can be.
“Well, I hope you aren’t too old for me to tuck you in.” I whisper softly towards him as I lean down to kiss him on the forehead.
At the last moment Tim leans up giving me a quick peck on the lips instead, catching me by surprise while making him blush. It wasn’t a passionate kiss or anything sexual in nature, just one of those quick types of pecks you find between a parent and their child.
I look at him questioningly while he just shrugs his shoulders. “Um…I…uh…just wanted to thank you for everything Uncle Will. You know…for the scholarship and all…but also for today. I’ve really been missing you.” He sighed as I smiled down fondly at him not upset by the friendly gesture rather kind of flattered that at his age he actually didn’t mind so much.
When he was little we used to hug, cuddle, and kiss all the time. Usually just kisses on the forehead or cheeks, but there have been those occasional times where I had given him a quick one on the lips. Again, those had been totally innocent with no bad intent behind them, but I hadn’t done that for a long time now. The regular kinds of hugs with a swift kiss on the forehead and cheek had continued, but not the peck on the lips.
Reaching down I gently stroked his flushed cheeks fondly with the back of my fingers. “You have no idea how much that meant to me kiddo.” I sigh smiling tenderly at the younger boy. In some ways he really was kind of like a son to me, and it once more aroused a passion inside of me to start a family of my own. “I miss you too, and if you are serious about spending more time together I’d really love it Tim. Is this something you’d like? I mean…I understand if things are too hectic for you now so it’s alright if you can’t, but if it is something you’d like…then…maybe we should do something about it?” I ask him as he smiles nodding his head. “Alright, then I’ll have a chat with your mom so we can get some things figured out. I’ve got some stuff coming up though that will require a bit of adjustment…for both of us,” I emphasized before continuing, “but we can talk about that here in a few days…alright?” I ask him as he nods his head excitedly.
“Yeah…sure…I know you will be on vacation so we can work it out when that gets squared away.” He answered smiling seemingly happy at how everything turned out today.
As I sat in the VIP lounge waiting for the international flight I can’t help but smile at the last twenty four hours. Strange how life just sort of thrusts things at you. They say things happen in three’s and this trend seemed to have held true yesterday. Between the documents that arrived from my home town, Arturo puberty issues, and Tim being at that point in his life where girls and love were entering the picture along with all the emotional baggage, it’s no wonder my memories have been bubbling up to the surface.
Earlier this morning Tim and I got up talking some more as he continued to open up about what’s been going on in his life. Afterwards I had dropped him off at home before heading to the airport where I was now waiting for the European flight that should be arriving here soon. As I pondered over Tim, and what he must be going through at this stage in his life, my mind once more begins to wander back to a time when I was about the same age. In many ways it was an innocent time, but also fraught with such confusion. I’m beginning to wonder if we all go through similar emotions as we grow up. I suppose in a way all our situations are different, yet somehow life tends to treat us all the same as I realize I too had discovered someone uniquely special as my mind once more began to travel back to my teenaged years.
Back in O’Banyon the days and weeks had sort of passed me by without a word from Ben. I hadn’t expected to hear from him anyway so I sort of plugged along with my daily routines. Winter had settled in full force now in Illinois with blistering winds and snow flurries. Sure I was bummed out about the whole Ben thing, but to tell you the truth I also sort of knew that probably not much more would have happened between the two of us. He had made that relatively clear just before he left. However, the image of his beautiful body would be forever etched into my mind as I lay in bed night after night stroking my little Willy making it come alive with explosions of forceful orgasms.
It didn’t go unnoticed by me that my orgasms were becoming more intense lately, not to mention how my eyes would wander frequently towards other boys while they were taking a shower in school or just looking at them in general. It was exhilarating seeing them shampoo up their various shapes and sizes of teenage endowments. In addition I had discovered lubrication, making it even more sensual as I slicked up my short thin shaft allowing my fist to glide smoothly along its hardened length. Thank goodness my hands were small as well or the whole fist thing wouldn’t have worked so well. Of course the whole lubrication thing was something I had learned from Ben, bless the guy even though it had been a short friendship. Not only was it wonderful for masturbation purposes, but in my opinion it made my penis so much more soft and subtle. Then again it also helped with keeping me from rubbing myself raw with all the action it was receiving these days.
Don’t ask me why, but girls just didn’t seem to do all that much for me. Every once in a while a girl would sort of elicit the same kind of excitement, but in general it was the guys I lusted after while I polished my knob at various times throughout the day. To be honest I was doing a good job of it too getting it done on average four or five times a day. It still amazes me that I never got caught, well at least that I know about. I’m sure at some point or other my brother must have caught me a time or two, but at least he had the decency not to say anything about it. Hell, I know this was a good possibility because I had caught him at it a few times as well. That is when I had walked past his door a few times hearing the familiar slapping sounds of a boy flogging his lap muscle. Let’s face it, in the end such an act for most teenaged boys is just a normal every day occurrence.
Even though Ben was on my mind just about every day, it wasn’t something that I dwelled upon. It was the normal way of things for families who had jobs that required them to move around, and as kids we just learn how to adjust to such things. For me it was just a missed opportunity for things to possibly have happened. Sure he had said he wasn’t into boys, but that doesn’t mean there would have been opportunities at times, and he really had been pretty cool about the entire situation. It isn’t every day that you find another kid willing to talk sex with you in an open but realistic kind of way, not to mention sort of doing things with you. I had often thought of pursuing and finding someone else where this may be possible, but to be honest with me being younger than the rest of the kids in my school it sort of made me pause. This was the first time ever something had held me back in regards to the whole age difference thing. Sure as I look back on it now I sort of tell myself it was only one year’s difference with him being only one year older than me, but in High School that is a big difference.
Christmas was just around the corner with it being downright nasty cold outside this weekend as I once more sat around home alone on a Friday flipping through the channels. Don’t get me wrong I did get out and stuff, but being a year younger than the other kids it was sort of hard for me to fit in sometimes during my freshman year. This would change for various reasons sometime during my sophomore year, but for now it was me being alone a lot that year. My folks were outgoing people so tended to go to various functions in the area with friends and co-workers. They hardly ever stayed out late or anything, but on the weekends they tended to have a life of their own too. I guess this is why to this day they are still married after forty plus years. My brother was a junior in High School so always out on the weekends with friends. So for my freshman year I tended to be home alone a lot, which to be honest as I think back on it wasn’t so bad at all.
I had plenty of friends and all, but just wasn’t as outgoing back then. I suppose my age had a big thing to do with it. Still, there were times when I was out and about during the weekends with kids from school, and I think that was mostly because I played in sports and stuff so the others sort of put up with me even though they knew I was a year younger.
So it’s been a while now since Ben left, and like I said even though I was sort of bummed about it I had for all practical purposes moved on without any damage to my psyche. I don’t know why, but many things that tend to bother others never really bothered me all that much. Maybe this was because I had a fairly well adjusted family life, never feeling deprived in the emotional department. We didn’t have much as kids, but I never really thought we went without either. We always had plenty to eat in the house, and we did receive presents and stuff; maybe nothing fancy or anything, but still we just never felt deprived. My brother and I knew what my parents could afford so never expected anything more. Now as I look back my parents had done a very good job of teaching us the value of money, and how not to overextend ourselves frivolously.
It was dark downstairs in the basement of our house as I flipped through the channels. It was a typical type of split level home where a few stairs led upstairs into the main living area or downstairs into the basement area. On the top level there was an open living room with a dining room, a kitchen, and three bedrooms with a full bathroom. My brother and I slept upstairs sharing the main bathroom. The third bedroom was converted into a sort of work room for my mom and dad. Downstairs was a Master bedroom that belonged to my parents with an attached bathroom. There was also a huge family room down there where I tended to spend most of my time watching TV. It had three oversized three and a half foot by three and a half foot pillows on the floor where I used to lounge around on when I was alone, along with a couch, a recliner chair, and the round bamboo papa-san chair.
For some reason I loved it downstairs so when I had friends over or was alone watching television I did it downstairs. At one end along the wall we had a large television set with a remote control. Along the same wall up high towards the ceiling were two long windows with a view of the sidewalk which led to the front door. We could always see the people’s legs as they walked by, but they couldn’t really see inside because we had curtains, not to mention because the windows were so low to the ground level on the outside. The lighting was muted in the basement with dark fake wooden panels along the walls and ceiling. It was almost like a cave in a way, but always comfortable temperature wise. During the summer it was nice and cool while during the winter nice and cozy warm because we had a small fake electric fireplace downstairs that when turned on blew out warm air. It was very cozy downstairs with it being roomy enough to goof around.
As I sat there getting bored flipping through the channels I detected some shadowed movement through the upper windows just a second or two before the doorbell rang. I got up quickly slipping on my flimsy gray cottony gym shorts I had tossed aside on to the sofa taking a moment to adjust them on my waist. The fireplace was turned on making it nice and toasty warm in the room so I had even pealed off my t-shirt opting to lie there on the pillows butt naked. After quickly pulling up my shorts I trudged up the few stairs before stopping at the door still shirtless. It wasn’t anything new for me, and to be honest I often walked around naked during those years in the house. It must have embarrassed the hell out of my brother even though he never said anything, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Hell, I still walked around butt naked all the way up through my junior year in High School only changing that habit when I became a senior.
Flipping on the outside light I opened up the door to the blast of cold blustery wintry air noticing several inches of snow covering the sidewalk. Blinking my eyes for a moment so they could adjust to the lighting I finally focused them on the nice sexy form of Karen standing in front of me. We lived in a cul-de-sac with three other houses on it besides ours. She lived sort of across from us two houses to our left. We were both in the same grade, and although we knew each other we really didn’t. It was a casual kind of friendship that afforded the usual cordial kinds of neighborly things, but we never hung out together or anything. She was a pretty girl with a lot of the older guys in school already chasing her skirt. Her mom was sort of strict with her though not allowing her to date or anything yet. Her dad was hardly around, and later I sort of found out the guy was a drunk so I guess it must have made for a rough time in their life at the time. It didn’t help that Karen’s mom worked a lot which meant she was hardly ever home.
“Hey, is your mom home?” Karen asked me as I shook my head.
“Nah, they’re out at some lame function or other for the evening.” I replied a bit curious.
“Shit…um…I’m sorry, I mean shoot.” She amended automatically, making me scrunch my eyebrows because who cared if she cussed, but when she looked over to her right I finally saw the reason for it.
A few feet away was her very petite brother standing there shivering from the cold winter evening dressed in nothing but a pair of flimsy pajamas. I’ve seen him around and all, but didn’t really know him at all having just said hello or something a time or two. He looked to be about nine, no older than ten for sure from what I could tell of his size. Scrutinizing him closer I noted how he sort of had the same features as his sister, but truth be told he was a lot cuter.
“Hey,” I nodded towards him in greeting as he glanced towards me quickly.
Something caught in my chest when he looked at me with those piercing hazel colored eyes that seemed to flash a bit of green towards me. Damn, he had an adorably cute face with dark like features that were in many ways very feminine. He even had a tiny mole on the left corner of his upper lip that just added to his charm. It reminded me of Cindy Crawford because the mole was almost in the same exact location. He had black medium length hair with a sort of Mediterranean kind of darker complexion. When he looked at me his eyes managed to catch me off guard because they seemed to glitter brightly from within his darker features. Don’t get me wrong he was Caucasian, but with a sort of natural buttery tanned kind of complexion. If he weren’t so young I might be interested in more than a casual friendship with him, but at nine or ten I don’t know.
“Hi,” he replied shifting his weight gracefully from one foot to the other on the snowy sidewalk in his thin slippers making me wonder if the thin soles protected his feet at all.
“So what’s up…um…maybe you guys should come inside. It’s freezing and I don’t want Coco’s feet to get all cold and wet.” I told Karen as I motioned them both inside.
Yes you heard me right; the boy’s name was Coco. Where his parents came up with that name I have no idea. Maybe it was his buttery smooth tanned like complexion, who knows.
“Mr. Everharte,” I hear a female’s voice shaking me out of the daydream I was having of Karen and her brother bringing me rudely back to the moment from my musings. “It’s time to head down sir. I can show you the way.” She offered as I got up thanking her for coming to get me while I followed her to the international customs waiting area.
Part of the perks of being a VIP through a firm which does a lot of flying with the airlines is that you get treated really well. The staff tend to bend over backwards to accommodate your needs. So, following the airline staff member through the maze of people I started to get a little anxious. I hoped everything had been taken care of since it had been so rushed and last minute yesterday. Thank goodness I had perks and contacts through the firm so was able to get everything put together in such short notice.
We arrive in the lobby area with the attendant motioning me over towards a group of people milling around and waiting. I walk over to wait with everyone else as I gaze down the hallway expectantly holding everything up in my hands. There was a buzz of excitement and I smiled as I listened to some of the chatter from others around me. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood distracting me for the moment helping to alleviate some of those fluttering butterflies in my stomach.
“That’s not how you spell my name,” I heard a soft high pitched voice bringing me out of my musings.
“Huh?” I respond trying to shake out the cobwebs from my mind doing a double take as a déjà vu moment was staring back up at me.
“I said that’s not how you spell my name. It’s spelled “K-o-k-o,” The boy tells me firmly as I look down at the small kid standing in front me.
He stares back for a moment before blushing looking down at the floor nervously shuffling his feet. He was standing next to a flight attendant with it finally dawning on me that they must have come through a side entrance because there were a couple of other kids also being escorted in a similar fashion. It was routine for kids who traveled alone to be escorted and handed over to parents or family on the other end.
“Coco?” I whisper shaking my head a bit bewildered at the petite boy standing in front of me as the kid just sort of looks up furling his eyebrows at me. I must be coming off as a bit strange, and I’m sure he’s a bit confused with everything that’s going on at the moment.
“Oh, I’m sorry Koko, I didn’t realize this.” I stated gathering my wits about me. “The paperwork I received regarding you only listed you as the ‘minor’ or Coco Smiley’s dependent. It’s just all legal mumbo jumbo if you know what I mean? So when I talked to the caseworkers in both Illinois and Frankfurt Germany, they called you by the same name as your father with me just assuming it was spelled the same way.” I told the smaller boy as I studied him amazed just how much he resembled his father from all those years ago.
He looked to be about the same size and build as his dad at that age coming in at about four foot two inches and sixty to sixty five pounds. Very small for an eleven year old, but there was something about his physique I couldn’t put my finger on at the moment. He had on a pair of well worn off white Khaki style shorts with an elastic waistband, faded earth toned colored button up plaid shirt tucked into his khaki’s, and pair of beat up sneaks with ankle socks.
Seeing him like that had me doing a double take, almost as if I was reliving my past. Even some of his mannerisms were the same as I recalled his dad had reacted the same way the first time we met. He was shy and tentative when I had turned my scrutiny towards him making me almost think I was reliving the same moment the first time I had met his father, hence déjà vu.
“Sir, are you Mr. Everharte…can I see some identification?” I hear a woman’s voice asking me as I turn finally acknowledging her while the boy seems to scrutinize me closer as if my name had sort of caught his attention.
“Huh,” I respond back stupidly then tried to recover before everyone thought I was some sort of dumb oaf or something. “Oh yes, of course.” I add handing her my driver’s license along with some pertinent documentation as she looked it over before handing it back to me.
“Can I see it too?” The boy asks me seemingly having perked up at the mention of my name as I smile shrugging my shoulders.
“Sure I don’t see why not.” I tell him handing over my driver’s license with him looking at it for a few moments seemingly disappointed now as he hands it back to me.
The stewardess rolls her eyes and clears her throat getting my attention. “Thank you Mr. Everharte.” She offers up. “This here is Koko Smiley,” she starts out eliciting a glare from Koko who seems to be thinking that the stewardess must be a bit slow since we all already know this. “Here’s some paperwork I need you to fill out, and these are his documentation from the case worker. You will also find his passport in there.” She states handing me a clipboard with the typical kind of paperwork that releases a minor in to my care.
As a lawyer I quickly read over the documents knowing full well that the stewardess is getting restless wondering why I would even read something so routine. It’s just a habit that I’ve learned over the years in the legal profession. Koko doesn’t seem bothered by it waiting patiently for us to finish up with this mundane interaction making me smile inside realizing that this young boy is way more mature and respectful than the woman.
Satisfied that everything is in order, I sign the documents, stuff the contents into my briefcase, and look down at my new charge while the stewardess scuttles off in a hurry to get to nowhere in particular, not even bothering with a goodbye to the boy. “Well, shall we go find the luggage department to grab your suitcases?” I ask him as he just stares at me before gazing back down at his feet stubbing his right toe into a crack in the tile. “What’s wrong?” I ask him as he holds up a small gym bag that he was carrying.
“This is all I’ve got.” He replied making me wince before I nodded my head.
“Well, I guess we will have to do some shopping here after you get settled in.” I offered up as he just shrugged his shoulders seemingly not counting on it.
Sighing at his response I offer to help carry his bag, but he just shrugs it off indicating he was fine so I start down the hallway encouraging him to follow me to the car. “So how was the flight?” I ask him as he shrugs his shoulders again making me chuckle inside wondering if this gesture is inherent in all boys.
“Alright I suppose…just long is all.” He tells me looking tired and worn out.
Checking my watch I knew that he had been flying for over fifteen and a half hours including the one and a half hour layover in Detroit. The flight left Frankfurt around seven in the morning Germany time, ten in the evening last night our time. It was just after two in the afternoon here in Phoenix now so it had held pretty close to its departure and arrival time.
“I do think they must have made a mistake or something,” the boy continued as I looked at him. “I mean because I was all the way up front in these big chairs that converted into beds. They kept serving me wanting to know if I needed anything, and treated me very nice. I took a peek in the back, and it looked like people there were miserable for the most part. I heard someone say something how the area I was sitting in was called ‘First Class,’ and very expensive. Do you think I should have said something…I mean…you know…maybe they gave me someone else’s seat by mistake?” He asks looking ashamed and worried now that he hadn’t said anything.
“No Koko, you were in the right seat. I personally got them for you figuring with it being such a long flight and so out of the blue for you, not to mention probably unsettling, that it might make things easier.” I told him as we walk through the parking garage.
The smaller boy paused for a moment making me stop too. “Um…are you rich or something? I mean…I didn’t think social workers made that much money?” He asks me curiously.
“No, I’m not rich Koko, but I do alright money wise. Besides, the firm that I work with has certain perks to the job so the ticket price wasn’t all that bad to be honest.” I reply to him noticing he was trying to think things through his young eleven year old mind.
“Oh…so the firm you work for is like a company that searches for people or looks for a home for kids and stuff?” He asks me curiously making me wonder how he had made that kind of leap in conclusion.
“Um…Koko…what did the social workers tell you?” I ask him as he just looks down shuffling his feet a bit nervously before looking back up at me making me wonder if that was a typical quirk of his, the whole feet shuffling.
“Not really all that much just that I was to get my things together because I’m heading back to the states. They said that the ball in the legal system is finally rolling and that someone back in the states…,” he pauses for a second as he gazes at me suggestively, “will be determining where I’m going to live. I knew that I’d be coming back anyway sooner or later…but just thought…,” he pauses again, but this time looks down once more bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet.
“Just what Koko?” I ask him, but he’s clammed up now shrugging his shoulder getting really quiet so I don’t press him about it.
The ride home is hushed now as I glance in the rear view mirror for the hundredth time at the boy sitting in the back seat gazing out at the scenery of the surrounding areas. I tried a couple of times to get him to open up some more, but even though he was polite his answers were short with a lot of ‘yes’ and ‘no’ answers.
My attention focuses on the smaller boy in the back seat once more with my eyebrows furling as a smile seems to twitch up at the corners of my mouth. “Coco,” I whisper to no one in particular the image of my childhood friend popping into my mind before I have to internally correct myself knowing that the boy in the back seat is his son Koko.
I’m still a bit shocked at how much this current Koko looks like his father at around the same age with the same height, looks, and build. He even had a little mole on the left side of his mouth. Granted his father’s mole was on the corner of his upper lip like Cindy Crawford; whereas, little Koko’s mole was on the corner of his lower left lip, but still the resemblance was too uncanny.
There hadn’t been any pictures included in the manila envelope that I had opened up yesterday morning in my office, only documentation of a long ongoing search. Several attempts had been made to locate me, but each time leads ended in a dead end. Evidently even requests to my whereabouts had been sent to my parents and brother, but neither one of them had ever mentioned this to me making me scowl wondering why the hell not.
With my parents I could understand because they were gone more than they were home seemingly traveling the world all the time, but my brother sort of baffled me. Evidently my friend Coco had married right out of high school to a foreign exchange student from Germany. Soon afterwards they had a child all of them making a life together in the United States while Coco worked and continued to study in school getting a degree in Athletics. His skills in gymnastics had scored him a scholarship while still in high school for college, and even though he was married with a child, still had managed to somehow finish his education. Soon afterwards with a college degree in hand, along with his skills, he got a job as a gymnastics instructor.
Things finally seemed to be settling down for the happy threesome when the first disruption entered their lives. A couple of years after Coco got married tragedy struck when his wife, sister, and mother were coming home from shopping and were struck by a large heavy dump truck killing them all instantly leaving Coco without any family other than his father who had disappeared years earlier.
His wife had been brought up in the foster care system in Germany so also didn’t have any family. Somehow she had managed to beat all the odds despite her circumstances, and made it to the United States as an exchange student finding a family over here willing to take her in during her high school years. When she met Coco it was love at first sight that blossomed into something pure. Despite the problems associated with the foster care system, the two of them ignored it all getting married right after graduation. It was tough, but they were making it as a family.
After the tragedy from the accident Coco had immersed himself into his job becoming a very well respected gymnastics coach, and when he was offered a position on the national youth program in Europe he took the opportunity taking his son with him. Then a few years ago he was diagnosed with cancer.
Over the years he had considered all avenues for who would take care of his son if he lost the battle with cancer. He made sure that his father would have no legal standing whatsoever if he ever came forward, but having no one else to care for his son, he had stipulated that he wanted me to become the legal guardian if I would take up the responsibility. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why he would even consider me. We had lost contact with each other soon after I had left for college, but he did know I had planned on entering the legal system so maybe this is what he had in mind. But first he had to find me, which to be honest probably wasn’t all that easy. He had hired a private investigator and everything to locate me.
To complicate matters his son was a U.S. citizen, and they lived in Germany because of his work. Since his son was born in Illinois, that state had all jurisdictions in the matter. So any legal dealings had to go through them. Yesterday, I spent most of the day on the phone setting everything up to bring Coco’s son back to the states. I didn’t know what to do, but Coco had stipulated in the legal documentations that if I didn’t take him he wanted me to find a suitable home for his son. He couldn’t trust anyone else with the most precious thing in his life.
So, now as I gaze at the small figure dozing in the back seat of the car I shake my head once more baffled at how the boy in question looks exactly like my friend from all those years ago. If not him surely a clone I think to myself as a knot begins to form inside of my stomach. It’s been many years since I’ve seen my boyhood friend as my memories once more seem to drift back in time to when our friendship began to form. As with today’s Koko, my Coco from my past had also been a bit nervous the first time we met as my mind now began to relive that fateful day.
Back in Illinois in the middle of winter its cold standing there in the open doorway as Karen glances over her shoulders for a moment. That’s when I noticed a car across the way in her parking lot with a few of her friends inside. Karen hesitates a moment looking towards her little brother shivering in his pajamas before sighing as she stepped inside with Coco following closely on her heals. My eyes follow him as he takes a seat on the steps leading upstairs with my gaze lingering briefly on his crotch taking note of the small lump between his thighs. He pulls his thin legs up towards his body wrapping his arms around his knees. His red pajama bottoms looked so sexy hot on him with the matching blue and red cottony top. My body quivers a moment as a thrill runs up my spine at the sexy looking boy sitting there on the steps before I rip my eyes off of him to focus them back onto Karen.
She hadn’t noticed my intense scrutiny on her little brother, and neither had he because he had been busy sort of looking around. It was strange, but I guess this was the first time they’ve ever been inside our house. Sure it was just the small entryway, but still I could see Coco’s eyes roaming around taking in the various kinds of furniture we had inside. We were in the hallway sitting a little lower from the main floor, but you could still see into the living room area. We had a big European wooden Schrank against one wall along with some oil paintings. My mom worked with an oil painter when we lived in Germany. He paid her for the paintings, but often he didn’t have money so paid her with oil paintings. Of course at the time my mom would have preferred the money, but these days she is happy to have the oil paintings.
“So?” I asked Karen as she looked over towards her little brother.
“Yeah, well I was kind of hoping your mom was home or something.” She started as I nodded my head waiting for her to continue. “Um…you see…our babysitter didn’t show up for some reason…,” she started out while I glanced towards Coco noticing him blushing before he turned his head away from us all embarrassed about the whole babysitting thing. “And I can’t get a hold of her. My mom said I could go to the mall to do the…um…,” she paused looking at her little brother. “Um…you know…,” she leaned towards me whispering in my ear, “the Christmas shopping for Coco,” she finished leaning back glancing at her little brother again who looked so innocent just sitting there with that small little bulge scrunched between his legs.
You know how kids sort of have that bulge when they are sitting there with their feet up against their buttocks and their knees clamped together. This position always creates that tightness of fabric against a boy’s little package just bellow and on either side of the back of his thighs. Another quiver ran up and down my spine. It wasn’t a big bulge or anything, actually kind of small, but one can’t really tell when a boy’s package is all scrunched up tightly like that.
My eyes shifted back to Karen who just continued to look over towards her brother before looking back at me shaking her head. “Um…well…what about the other neighbors?” I asked her knowing she was looking for someone to take care of her brother so she could still get to the mall.
“No one’s home at the moment.” She responded not knowing what she was going to do.
“Well, he’s welcome to hang with me for a few hours if you want?” I told her shrugging my shoulders.
“I…I don’t know Chico. I mean…I’m not sure my mom wants another kid to watch after my little brother.” Karen stated honestly without thinking. Then realizing how it had come out she tried to back peddle. “I…I…please Chico I didn’t mean anything by it…you know…about your age and all. It’s just that mom didn’t even allow me to be alone with him until just last year.” She told me honestly hoping she hadn’t hurt my feeling.
“Nah, its cool, besides it was only a suggestion. I mean I’m the same age now as you were a year ago. Besides, Coco here is a year older too now from last year so I just figured it would be cool to have someone to hang with for a bit. I didn’t suggest I baby-sit or anything. Besides, he’s probably getting too old for that anyway. If he stayed here for a few hours he’d just be sort of hanging around keeping me company.” I responded trying to make Coco feel better while also getting a kind of startling reply from his sister.
“Whoa, yeah I never thought of it that way.” She responded picking up on how awful this must be for her brother regarding the whole baby-sitting thing. “That’s sort of how it is between the two of us. I don’t think I’m babysitting him or anything at all. Just sort of us hanging around until mom gets home. I guess that would be alright then if Coco wants to chill with you for a few hours so I can go out with the ‘girls’ for a little while.” Karen emphasized the word ‘girls’ letting her brother know she’d love to hang out with her friends.
Coco looked up actually a bit shocked realizing he was being addressed with us expecting him to actually have a say in the matter. “Um…” he began as he looked at me for a moment then shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I guess that would be cool. You won’t be too long though?” He asked still a bit hesitant about hanging around and all seemingly not wanting to put me out or anything.
“No, just a few hours is all.” She responded as I took note she seemed kind of disappointed about having to come back so soon.
“Hey listen, why not jot down my phone number, and then call in a couple of hours.” I suggested to her. “Then you can ask Coco how it’s going. If he feels like he is tired or bored hanging around here then you can come home, but if it’s all cool without him having zonked out yet or something then you can stay out longer with the girls.” I told her as both she and Coco thought it a good idea.
For Coco he thought it was cool that he was allowed to have a say in the issue at all. I could tell that normally he was left out of those kinds of decisions, and I could also sense right away that he seemed to take a liking to me because I didn’t treat him like some of the other older kids who knew his sister. Being a younger brother myself I knew how old that type of treatment got for real.
Karen gave her little brother a big hug before giving him a kiss on the lips which made him glance towards me blushing a bit embarrassed by the overt display his sister lavished on him. “You behave and listen to…um…I mean don’t do anything dorky like or you won’t be able to hang out with older kids anymore.” She told her brother seriously, but yet also in that sisterly teasing kind of way while he just rolled his eyes grumbling something under his breath.
After Karen left I motioned for Coco to follow me upstairs noticing him looking around along the way. “You’re sister’s pretty cool.” I told him looking over my shoulder as he nodded his head.
“Yeah, I guess, but it’s kind of embarrassing sometimes…you know having an older sister and all.” He replied with me really not knowing since I didn’t have an older sister.
“How so?” I asked innocently just for a way to get a conversation going.
Shrugging his shoulders he just sort of scrunched up his dark eyebrows as he bit his lower lip wondering if he should say anything. “Well…you know…like just before she left…um…you know hugging, kissing, and stuff like that.” He responded blushing while glancing towards me to gauge my reaction.
Now it was my turn to scrunch up my eyebrows as I shrugged my shoulder. “I don’t have a sister, but I’d think that be kind of cool since that is what girls tend to do. It only shows that she cares about you. I mean my mom still hugs and kisses me all the time, right in front of my friends.” I replied as his eyes got real big.
“What…and you still let her…I mean in front of your friends and all, and you’re in High School. Doesn’t anyone tease you about it?” He asked curiously.
“Yeah, my friends tease me all the time, but I don’t care. I just tell them that they are just jealous is all since my mom cares so much about me. They know my mom, and they even get hugs and kisses from her sometimes too so can’t really say anything too much about it.” I chuckled as Coco laughed realizing how funny it must be when my mom gave my friends a hug or kiss too. “Hell, what can my friends say when getting hugged like that? And as for me saying anything, nah, I kind of enjoy it too I guess. Besides, my mom is always saying to me ‘as long as these eyes are open you will still be my little boy so I will always love you no matter what.’ I mean who can argue with that?” I asked him honestly as he just nodded his head.
“I guess.” He replies simply having followed me into the kitchen watching me as I get out some milk and glasses.
“I’m going to make some hot chocolate. I got a little cold standing outside. How about you…um…I’m sure you got cold too…but I what I mean is would you like some hot chocolate?” I ask him as he nods his head that he’d like some too.
After whipping up some hot chocolate for the two of us we make our way down the stairs. We were both in the basement now as I took a seat in the big round papa-san chair that we had gotten when we lived in the tropics.
“What in the world is that?” He asks watching me intently while I set my cup of hot chocolate on the end table by the chair as I scoot into the big round bamboo chair that had a futon cushion covered in a brightly flowery cloth cover.
“Oh, this is a papa-san chair. Pretty cool, huh?” I asked him as he walked over looking at the odd chair intently while I scrutinized the area around his crotch wondering what he would look like all naked.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen a chair like this.” He declared looking back up at me.
“Climb on in…there’s plenty of room.” I announce as he hesitated a moment not sure about it. “My friends always sit with me in this chair, so I guess it would be cool for you too.” I commented knowing that would get him since he didn’t want to seem kind of dorky and all. If me and my friends sat in the chair together it was cool with him too.
He climbed into the chair accidentally bumping into my crotch making me jerk wincing a bit in pain. “Oh shit, sorry Chico. Are you alright?” He asks a bit embarrassed that he had kneed me by mistake.
It had only been an incidental bump with the pain passing quickly. “Nah, no worries its cool. Just don’t let it happen again.” I quip giving him a gentle nudge making him giggle as he glanced down at my crotch for a moment noticing the bulge since my shorts had bunched up.
His gaze seemed to linger for a moment or two before he also took in the fact I was shirtless as well. I guess it sort of at first made him uncomfortable realizing he was leaning up against another guy that was half naked. I also noted that as his eyes lingered on my crotch he had absentmindedly reached down between his own legs making an adjustment. I couldn’t help but notice he must be sporting an erection because something small and stiff pressed up against the fabric of his thin red colored cottony pajamas.
After a bit of shifting around he finally managed to settle down a little as we chatted some more while I flipped through the channels. A few moments later we had decided on a rerun of the old show Kung-Fu, and began watching it as we continued to talk some more. It was about half an hour later when I noted he was looking a bit flushed and sweaty.
“Shit dude…are you hot?” I asked him as he looked up nodding. “I know it gets kind of warm down here with the fake fireplace and all. You can take off your shirt if you want to, or I can get up to shut off the blower. It might get a bit cool down here though if I turn it off…so it’s up to you.” I told him honestly as he just looked at me for a moment before peeling off his red and blue pajama top tossing it over towards the couch where my t-shirt was laying.
His body was sleek and firm, and I had to admit that he looked sort of sexy with his olive like complexion and smooth skin. There was a currently small sheen of sweat on his torso from having been too warm. However, now that he didn’t have his shirt on it was a bit too cool for him. With him being exposed, and because of the sweat on his skin, it made him a bit chilled so I wrapped my arm around his shoulders feeling him tense up for a moment before he leaned in to me enjoying my body heat. He glanced up at me for a moment as if to gauge my intentions before focusing back on the show some more with his body temperature starting to regulate some more.
“So what do you and your friends normally do when they hang out with you over here?” He asked me getting my attention sort of bored with the show since we’ve both seen the episode before.
Shrugging my shoulders I just looked down at him thinking how I should respond. I could tell he didn’t want to be treated like a little kid so I just sighed trying to be a bit more honest with him.
“Well it sort of depends I guess. A while back we were learning about wrestling moves in class so me and Ben, I don’t think you knew him and he had to move a few months ago, sort of practiced our wrestling moves. Then sometimes we just goof around with crazy stuff, or just play some game or other with friends, or we watch television, and we just sort of talk and bullshit around and stuff.” I told him honestly.
“What do you guys talk about. I bet it’s about sex and stuff.” He asked grinning and looking at me hopefully which kind of caught me by surprises.
“Um…well…uh…yeah I guess…sort of. I mean…shit…sure that’s what friends do with each other sometimes…you know talk and try to find out some things.” I replied without going into it any more as he continued to look at me expectantly.
“Oh…cool.” He stated after a moment looking a bit disappointed that I hadn’t said more about the whole sex topic. “So can we wrestle…you know…so you can teach me some moves?” He asked me optimistically.
“I don’t know Coco, you’re kind of young, and I don’t want to hurt you or anything by mistake.
“Hey, I’m eleven you know.” He responded with me gazing at him while laughing knowing he was pulling my chain acting as if he were older.
The look he had on his face told me how wrong I really was in this regard. Shit I thought to myself noting how I had hurt his feeling as my mind raced to find a way to make him feel better. How was I to know. I mean he really was small like a nine or ten year old. Hell, he was all of like four feet tall, and maybe like sixty or sixty five pounds. I mean really kind of small with the facial features of a younger kid.
“I know, I’m kind of puny.” He responded blushing while looking away on the verge of tears. “I’m like the smallest kid in my class.” He announced as he started to shift away from me a little.
He really was hurt by my comment, but I didn’t let him scoot away. Instead, I just sort of held him tighter giving him a friendly and affectionate squeeze.
“I’m sorry about that Coco. I didn’t know, but you really shouldn’t be embarrassed you know. Besides, just think how sexy hot you will still look to all the young women when you are old…like thirty or something. When everyone else is all old and wrinkly you will still have your sexy hot looks.” I told him teasingly as he just gawked at me for a second before giggling at the implied sexual innuendo.
Yes you heard me correctly I did say thirty because at the time that seemed like very old to me. These days I just have to shake my head with how naïve I was back then about such things.
“You really think so?” He asked me smiling from ear to ear.
“Shit yeah. I mean look at yourself. You’ve got a killer hot body with a face to die for. When everyone else is all old and wrinkled you will still have a young killer look.” I told him honestly once more taking a closer look at his truly beautiful body pressed up against me like that. He noticed me studying him closely with his face getting flush with embarrassment as he gazed away remembering how he had stared at me too a few minutes back.
Trying to get out of the awkward situation of him being scrutinized by me, he piped up again. “So what kind of crazy stuff do you do? He quipped getting a quirky look in his eyes as if to say what kind of crazy sexy stuff we did.
“You’re such a moron.” I teased him as I motioned for him to climb out of the chair.
“Here, I’ll show you a neat trick. Now what I need you to do is stand straight up with your arms down by your side. Now I’m going to hold your right arm at the wrist applying pressure against it. What I need you to do is to try as hard as you can to raise your arm sideways. Now you need to just try lifting your arms without using your hips because that’s cheating. When I tell you just keep pushing with your arm for as long as I say. Don’t worry about you not being able to lift it up because that isn’t part of the game. I am going to have you push like that as hard as you can for like a minute. It will seem like forever, but you have to keep pushing with your arm. When I tell you to relax don’t do anything except stop pushing. In other words don’t wriggle your arm around or anything…just let it relax.” I explained repeating the process once more before I stepped to his right side noting again just how sexy he looked.
He began to push up against my hand, and I noticed how his body tensed up sending a tingling sensation up and down my body as his small muscles bunched up along his torso. Damn, he really did look so fucking sexy hot with me popping a boner when my eyes settled on his small lump in his pajama bottoms when he shifted his hips outwards.
“Remember just your arm.” I told him as he relaxed his body a little, yet I was still able to detect a little bulge in his soft red light cottony fabric material. I mean I really couldn’t help it as my own small boy penis twitched inside my shorts.
Looking up into Coco’s eyes I noticed he had them scrunched up as he pushed as hard as he could against the resistance of my hand holding his wrist. I took the opportunity to reach down with my left hand adjusting myself by tucking the tip of my penis beneath the waistband of my shorts keeping it from creating a tenting affect.
“Alright relax,” I instructed the smaller boy releasing his arm.
It immediately began to rise up away from his side all on it’s own as Coco just stared in awe. “Whoa, that is like…well…wickedly cool.” He exclaimed as he watch me reaching up to lower his arm back down gently against his side before releasing it allowing it to rise sideways again away from his body all on its own once more.
He laughed as I did it another time or two before the affects of the blood pumping through his muscles eased up. Evidently when you do this trick it is the pressure and the bunching of the muscles along with the increase flow of blood that sort of creates this reaction.
“So what else do you have?” He asked me as he shook his arm getting it back to normal.
Thinking for a moment I shrugged my shoulders. “Um…well there is this thing that sort of makes you all light headed and stuff as if it kind of knocks you out in a way, but not really.” I told him trying to explain.
“Cool, can we try that too?” He asked eager now to see what the other trick was about.
“Yeah sure, but let’s get into a better position just in case I have to put you on the floor. I shouldn’t have to, but just in case.” I told him as we got into the center of the room moving aside the table.
“Alright,” I started out to explain it to him as I stepped behind him. “The trick here is to breath in and out as deeply as possible for about a minute. Almost as if you are trying to hyperventilate yourself. You know like when you go to the pool and take several deep breathes so you can hold it longer under water. Well you are going to do that for about a minute. Then with your arms crossed over your chest like this,” I told him as I reached around him crossing his arms over his chest, “I will then tell you to take one deep breath and you will have to take in the biggest gulp of air possible holding it in your lungs. Don’t exhale no matter what for several moments. I will wrap my arms around your arms and chest, lift you up and squeeze you tight. Understand?” I asked him as he nodded his head yes.
“Alright start inhaling deeply.” I instructed him as I stepped up behind him pressing my body up against his smaller frame noting the heat radiating outwards from him along with something else.
It was his scent, a mixture of young boy sweat and soap. He must have taken a bath earlier just before he came over. It was an intoxicating smell and something I’ve never experienced before. Once more I popped an erection, this time just because of his aroma. I couldn’t understand why he was having such an intoxicating affect on me as I wrapped my arm around his chest lightly, waiting for the proper moment. Being this close to him sent shivers all up and down my spine. I inhaled his fragrance deeply keeping in rhythm to his deep intake of breathe. Closing my eyes I became a little lightheaded as I took him in, scent and all. Snapping open my eyes shaking my head a bit from the intoxicating affect he was having on me, I focused on what was going on at the moment. I was starting to fall for Coco, and didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.
“Alright take in one last big breath.” I instructed as he breathed in deeply holding it while I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest, lifted him up, and squeezed him as hard as I could.
I held on to him for several seconds before releasing him as he just slumped in my arm. I set him down gently on to the floor with him facing upwards, and just looked at him.
“Hey, wake up.” I told him giggling knowing he was just faking. “This move only made you sort of lightheaded and a bit giddy, nothing more.
He didn’t move so I sort of gently slapped his face a little playfully not getting a response from him. Looking down I noticed he had popped a little boy boner creating a tiny tenting affect in his red pajamas. It really was a tiny hard spike, and I could sort of see the outline of what looked to be a very thin one and a half inch erection. I mean his small barb was just as puny as he was in height and build. Somehow his small size didn’t bother me; instead, it seemed to excite me even more.
“Alright, if you don’t stop pretending I’m going to smack you in the balls.” I warned him waiting for a second before sort of patting his erection with the back of my fingers.
Not hard or anything, rather just kind of lightly. The back of my fingers brushed along his small hard penis sort of making it bounce a bit, and it was obvious that he wasn’t wearing any underwear at all beneath his pajamas which sent another thrill up and down my body eliciting another excited twitch from my own small two and three quarters of an inch erection. I could tell that Coco’s penis really was small, but it also felt pretty stiff as it bounced up and down. Looking down into his face he was sort of smirking a little giving himself away that he really was goofing around.
“Alright, that’s it.” I told him as I reached down between his legs with my right hand giving him a proper squeeze making him yelp in surprise before jerking away as he rolled on his side cupping his hands over his privates protectively while giggling and laughing.
“Ouch dude…,” he quipped half heartedly as he simply laughed nervously at me not believing I had actually done that.
“Hey, what can I say, I warned you.” I began to taunt him when all of a sudden his hand snaked out snatching at my crotch eliciting a playful shocked bark on my end as I flinched pulling away from him.
“Why you little shit.” I retorted as I pounced on him starting a wrestling match.
He didn’t stand a chance in weight or skill level, and I had him twisted around several times in various positions allowing him to get away before I once again tied him up in a knot. I could swear he attempted several times to latch on to my package while at the same time he tried to put himself into a position where I would grab on to his as well. I kind of avoided it at times, but also just couldn’t ignore it because I was sort of turned on by this unexpected turn of events.
We were building up a good sweat now as I twisted away after one of his attempts to latch on to my nards. “Why you little shit thinking you can get away with cheating like that.” I teased him as I maneuvered my body twisting him on to his back with my left leg tucked up under the small of his back while my right leg wrapped around the top of his thighs.
With my ankles wrapped around one another I had him trapped as my right hand immediately dove between his legs latching firmly on to his small erection and tiny little nut sack. He howled trying desperately to twist while I literally groped him running my finger along his small hardened length and extremely thin girth. There really wasn’t that much there, and I truly could feel everything in my hand as I leaned in biting his nipple eliciting a yelp and contraction from him.
“Ouch,” he jolted within my grasp at the friendly nibble.
This elicited another yelp of pain from him because I had him wrapped up so tightly that when his body reacted naturally to my small bit of a nibble on his sensitive nipple, he jerked so hard that it yanked on his arm. I saw tears welling up in his eyes from the pain so I immediately let him loose from my grip hugging him to my body.
“Oh shit Coco, I didn’t mean it. Are you alright?” I asked him before releasing him from my embrace while he rubbed his tender arm.
“Yeah, I think so.” He told me, but I could still see the dampness of pain welling up around the corners of his gorgeous pale gray eyes. It seemed strange how one minute they were sparkling green while the next moment pale gray. It was at this moment when I fell in love with the hazel eyed boy.
“Here let me take a look.” I told him as I gently took his small arm in my hands sort of rotating it gently around in a circular motion.
To this day I don’t know why I did this, but I did as I leaned down kissing his arm from one end to the other. From the corner of my eyes I could see his own eyes lighting up with curiosity as I finished up my administrations.
“What’d you do that for?” He asked me when I sat back up looking once more at the damage I had done on his arms. Shrugging my shoulders I finally looked at him with what must have appeared like real concern in my eyes. “Please Chico don’t feel so bad. It was just an accident is all.” He stated as I released his arm nodding my head in relief. I had forgotten how small he was getting carried away with the moment.
“Thanks Coco. I’d feel awful if I hurt my new bud like that.” I told him honestly.
“Really…I mean…we’re like buds for real?” He asked me as I nodded my head.
“Of course we are. I just don’t goof around with anyone like that.” I admitted to him making him blush realizing that I had sort of groped him for real.
It made me blush as well realizing I had gone a little too far with actually stroking his stiff erection in my fingers. I mean for all practical purposes his lightweight pajama bottoms didn’t hide what he had between his legs; especially, once I really grabbed on to him. It had been exciting for that brief moment even though he really had a small penis, probably the smallest I’ve ever known on a boy. Still, it was sexy hot to me. For some reason it seemed right that he had a tiny boy pecker at this point in his life. I knew just because it was small now didn’t mean it would always be that way once he hit puberty.
“Um…Chico?” Coco asked me.
“Yeah buddy.” I responded getting up while also helping him stand noticing that his erection had gone away making it once more difficult to tell what he had between his legs.
“What was with all the kissing on my arm?” He asked me a bit shy about how it had happened.
Sighing I looked away uncomfortable now as well not only for the kissing of his arm, but also the nibbling of his nipple and the groping. “My mom always kisses away my booboos so I figured it would work on your arm too. I know…kind of lame huh?” I asked him taking a seat back inside the papa-san chair making room for him as he settled down right next to me.
It sort of surprised me how he cuddled up next to me as if it weren’t a big deal anymore. His body was all sticky moist with perspiration, so was mine, as our torsos sort of slithered around against one another. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder allowing him to cuddle even closer to me as he laid his head on my chest. His sweaty musky scent wafted up into my nose and to this day I can still recall how wonderful he smelled. There was just something unique about a boy’s scent. All of them are kind of similar yet so different in so many subtle ways. His sweaty odor wasn’t heavy, but sort of light when intermingled with the type of soap he used. I could tell it was a sort of fragrant bouquet kind of soap, but not really heavy on the perfume aspect of things, rather a kind of light scent. I guess with his mom and older sister in the house he was forced to use more girlish kinds of bathing products.
“No…not really.” He responded to my statement. “I kind of liked it, and it did seem to help.” He answered looking up at me to see if his response was lame or not.
“Oh…cool then. Well I guess the next time you get a booboo, I’ll have to kiss it all over to make it better.” I taunted him as we both giggled.
“Promise?” He teased back as we both continued to laugh.
“Geeze, you are such a goofball.” I quipped. “But yeah I suppose.” I told him sincerely knowing full well that if he ever got hurt I’d do whatever it took to make it better.
We both continued to chuckle on and off for a few moments before getting real quiet. “Thanks Chico.” Coco sighed as he placed his hand on my thigh right next to my privates.
Looking down for a second I spread apart my legs allowing him to sort of grope me real quick in an unobtrusive way not saying anything to him about it. I guess it was only fair since I had grabbed on to his getting a good feel of it. His brush against my package was light and very brief as he rubbed up against my boy pouch and penis as he brought his hand up to my chest. I guess he didn’t want it to be too obvious, but I think we both knew that the other one understood what was going on. My insides burned and tingled during that brief contact of his, yearning for more, but I didn’t want to push things. He was only eleven, two years younger than me which is a lifetime in kid years.
“For what…making your booboo all better?” I asked him as he looked up giggling knowing I had sort of done that to distract from him groping me.
“No…I mean yeah that too, but more because you sort of treated me like some of your older friends. You know just goofing around with wrestling and all. I know you were taking it easy on me, but still it was nice just to have another guy to rough house with. It’s kind of hard…you know.” He stated as he put his ear to my chest listening to my heartbeat.
“No, what do you mean.” I responded giggling at the tickling of his long silky like black hair along my skin.
“Well, at home I don’t get to goof around like that. You know doing guy kinds of stuff. Dad’s never really at home, and when he is, I sort of stay in my room. Then, afterwards it is just mom and Karen, which kinds of sucks since they are girls. I just don’t get to goof around is all like other boys.” He sighed continuing to listen to my heartbeat.
“Oh, I guess that would kind of suck. But what about your friends at school and stuff, or what about sports?” I asked him seriously.
“Well I’ve got friends from school and all, but most of them live kind of far away. My mom and sister won’t let me go too far from the house alone. As for sports I’m kind of too small for any of them.” He told me sadly.
“Oh, I guess that kind of sucks then. Um…what about gymnastics or something. I know the junior high school has a gymnastics program after school hours and on the weekends. Well at least they did when I went to school there last year. I’m sure they still have the program, and I bet you’d be great at something like that.” I told him optimistically. “I mean I don’t know how good the program is or anything, but with your size I bet you’d do really great no matter what.” I continued as he looked up now blinking his eyes at me while giving me the cutest smile ever.
“I never knew they had gymnastics at school.” He admitted to me. “Maybe I can join for next school year.” He mused to himself.
“Why not now?” I asked him getting a snigger out of him as he gave me a teasing shove.
“Geeze Chico, I won’t be in junior high until next year.” He chuckled at me as I blushed realizing he was correct.
“Shit dude, I almost forgot.” I laughed with him. “See, I already think you are older than what you are.” I ribbed him as he just snuggled up closer to me closing his eyes appreciating my comment.
“Thanks Chico…you really are pretty cool.” He admitted to me making me feel better as I just scooted down into the papa-san chair closing my eyes too.
We must have dozed because the phone woke us up as I untangled myself from Coco noticing he had once more popped a boner. He blushed really embarrassed when he noticed I had seen it, but I just shrugged my shoulders as he giggled once he saw I had popped one too feeling much better about himself. We both adjusted ourselves as I ran over to pick up the receiver on the phone. It was Coco’s sister so I handed it over to him.
“No, it’s cool Karen. We’ve been having a good time over here. You can stay out late if you want.” He told her as he paused listening to her. “Yeah, here why don’t you talk to him yourself?” He stated as he handed me back the phone while I scrunched my eyes at him questioningly holding the phone up to my ears.
“Hi Chico, is he really alright…he hasn’t been a hassle or anything?” Karen asked me.
“Yeah sure, everything’s cool. We goofed around a bit and to be honest I’m a bit hungry now so I’m going to order a pizza to be delivered. I think he’s probably hungry too so I’ll get enough for both of us. It’ll take about an hour and a half or two for it to arrive because I like the pizza from that Italian joint over there on Front Street. It takes longer because they make everything from scratch, but their ‘Taste of Tuscany’ combo is the best pizza around. Also, they have to time it so they can transport it to us. Normally they don’t deliver, but my folks know the owner pretty well, and the family always delivers the pizza to me when I’m alone. His dad worked with mine in Germany years ago, and it was my dad who told him they should open up a pizza joint when he retires. Who knew they were going to retire here, but I guess they have family here. So I guess there is plenty of time still for you to hang out with your friends, and I’m sure there’ll be plenty for you too if you want when you get here to pick him up.” I told her as I sat down listening for a moment to awkward silence because there was a pause on the other end.
“Really, you don’t mind watching him for a while longer?” She asked after a moment’s pause a bit shocked making sure it really was alright with me.
“Nah, no real big hurry, and we’ll save you some pizza.” I told her looking over to Coco who nodded his head excitedly that he was still going to hang out for a while longer.
“Thanks Chico that sounds really cool. It’ll give me a chance to hang out for a while with my friends. Besides, if you watch him then I can sneak into the house so I can hide the presents from him. I know it sounds goofy, but mom and I still want him to be like a little kid at Christmas time. This’ll probably be the last year where he’ll still be really excited like a five year old…if you know what I mean.” She sighed sounding a bit sad about it.
“Yeah, that’s cool.” I told her as we hung up.
“Well, I guess pizza it is then.” I laughed when he jumped into my arms with a big whooping yell of excitement.
“Way cool. Is that pizza really that good? We never really go out to restaurants and stuff. I mean it is kind of expensive, and we just really can’t afford it.” He admitted animatedly blushing a bit embarrassed by the disclosure.
“Hey listen, we don’t go out that often either because it really is expensive. We can’t afford it either, but then again who needs to when my mom cooks so good.” I explained as I dialed the pizza place.
In short order I had our pizza delivery arranged as I picked up my shirt. When I had gotten up I had detected a foul odor knowing that it was coming from me. I hadn’t taken a shower yet today so when I built up a sweat wrestling around with Coco, I had become a bit ripe.
“Why don’t you sit down while I head upstairs for a shower? Here’s the remote and I’ll be back in a bit after I’ve washed off the stink from my body.” I chuckled as he giggled too starting to flip through the channels.
Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror I had to smile at myself. I was all boned up with excitement having just done a bit of groping on the small eleven year old boy downstairs, and he hadn’t seemed to mind it at all. My two and three quarter inch erection pretty much stood straight up close to my small patch of sandy brown pubic hairs as I pulled it down releasing it hearing the familiar smacking sound when it bounced off my pubic mound. Laughing at how it looked in the mirror, I just shook my head before making my way to the shower stall. Turning on the water I adjusted the temperature before stepping up under the warm water. It felt wonderful having all those warm droplets thumping up against my skin as I got my hair wet, lathered it up with shampoo, and scrubbed it clean before rinsing it out. I did the same thing with my body before I focused on the most important part of the cleaning process.
Lathering up some suds in my hands, I placed the hard bar in the holder before leaning my left arm against the pale tiled shower wall. Settling my forehead up against my left arm I started to soap up my extremely hard excited erection. I must have done this a million times by now as I slowly began to masturbate myself feeling the familiar sensations tingling down deep within my two chestnut sized testicles. My mind was already forming the familiar image of Ben’s nakedness in my fantasy as I started to slowly pump my fist along the short length of my hardened shaft. The head of my penis barely peaked out past the end of my fist, but the way I masturbated I still used the entire length of my hand as I moved it past my now purplish red flared out penis head seeing it disappear within the confines of my hand.
I felt the tip of my penis slithering along the width of my warm hand before I reversed direction slamming my palm downwards allowing my glans to make an appearance for a brief moment before once more disappearing. Everything was progressing as usual in those first several seconds when all of a sudden the image of Ben was replaced with the sweet soft features of Coco’s face, and his small thin like shaft in my hands when I groped him. I was able to clearly make out the short length and thin girth of Coco’s entire penis pressed up against the fabric of his pajamas. I could even identify the outline of his equally thin almost acorn shaped glans. This was all it took as all of a sudden my butt cheeks clamped down, I gasped inwards deeply, and my toes literally curved as an overwhelming calmness fell over my features before my rigid shaft seemed to swell outward releasing one forceful blast out the end of my penis slit.
It was a very intense orgasm, probably one of the most powerful ones I’ve had up to that point other than my first one ever, but it was also very different. Usually my whole body jerked around in a spastic kind of way for a brief moment, but this sort of felt more controlled even though it was intense in nature. I was breathing heavily now as a calmness seemed to overcome me while I recovered from my climax. The entire incident from the time I began to masturbate until I exploded must have taken all of five seconds. My orgasm must have lasted about the same amount of time. So from start to finish it had been all of ten seconds, yet the most intense ten seconds of my masturbatory life.
‘Fuck me,’ I literally whispered shoving myself up from against the wall while looking down at my now extremely satisfied pale shriveled up two inch softness. ‘Shit, what the hell am I going to do about Coco?’ I sighed to myself thinking maybe this was getting a bit weird. I mean I’ve already been sort of coming to grips that I’m interested in guys and all. Hell, sure I still look at girls with there being a bit of excitement in that regard, but it seems to be naked guys who I seem to prefer. That was one thing to come to grips with, but Coco was only eleven years old. Sure in the grand scheme of things two years isn’t all that much, but at our age it is a big difference. Hell I was already in High School, and he was still in elementary school. Sure, technically I should only be in Junior High School, but still.
Ten or fifteen minutes later I was making my way back downstairs all washed up, in clean clothes, and feeling refreshed. As I entered the room I noticed that Coco had dozed off once more lying there in the papa-san chair. His head was angled off to the side with his mouth slightly open in a cute way, his left leg bent and tucked under his right leg, and his right hand shoved down the front of his red pajamas. It was really hilarious and adorably sweet at the same time. Making my way over towards him I looked down at his sweet innocent face noticing his eyes moving back and forth under his eyelids with what I hoped was a happy dream.
His naked chest rose and fell in an even rhythm as he breathed in and out steadily. The front of his pajamas was pulled down slightly to accommodate his right hand, and I could just make out the tip of his penis head. I couldn’t see anything else other than the small purplish tip of his circumcised glans. It looked really small, and I couldn’t tell if he had an erection or anything because the rest of his penis was covered by his hand while his pajamas pretty much concealed the rest of him. However, I could make out some of his pale bare pubic mound that seemed devoid of any hairs, which really didn’t surprise me in the least considering his age. As I looked down at him I wondered if he slept like that all the time, and if his sister ever saw him like this. I bet it was probably something normal for him, and I kind of felt bad for the guy thinking how he would feel if he knew his mom and sister sees him like this all the time.
The sight of his little penis head was very beguiling enticing me to reach down to get a better feel of him. It was only a fleeting thought as I realized it wouldn’t take much for me to get a good feel of him like that while he slept. I curbed my temptation, instead opting to lean over lightly brushing my lips up against his mouth giving him a kiss on the lips. He stirred a moment sighing while seemingly returning my kiss in his sleep as I stepped back from his slumbering form smiling while I licked my lips. This was the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy before, and I kind of liked it. Besides, it had tasted sweet like hot chocolate making me want more of him while at the same time making me realize just how appropriate his name seemed to be. My very first real kiss and it tasted like cocoa. I began to wonder what it would be like to kiss him for real, in a passionate kind of way, as I went into my parents’ room to get out a small blanket. He was still shirtless so I gently draped it over his body feeling such an intense emotion washing over me as if I had to protect him like a little brother or perhaps more. It was such a fulfilling kind of emotion as I looked back down into that angelic like face sleeping peacefully in the oversized chair.
This was a new sense of feeling for me, and somehow it sort of seemed appropriate. There was a sort of swelling love in my chest for the younger boy as I picked up his small tiny left hand in mine tucking it up under the blanket. I leaned over again giving him a light kiss on the lips and the feeling I got when I inhaled his breathe was overwhelming. In that one moment my senses seemed to open up as I sucked him inside of me feeling his soft moist ruby colored lips up against my own. The kiss was so sublime and gentle, and I loved how he tasted, most definitely like cocoa as I pulled away with some tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I’ve never felt such an overpowering emotion for someone else. It left me reeling, fighting for composure, as I just stood over him for several minutes before finally wiping away the wetness from my face to trudge back upstairs leaving him to enjoy a bit of a nap without being disturbed.
Now as time shifts back to the present time here in the toasty warm weather of Phoenix, Arizona, my mind seems to snap back. ‘Its strange how memories seem to overlap,’ I smile to myself as I sit on the edge of the bed while looking down at the sleeping form of a little boy cuddled up in bed slumbering peacefully. The blanket was draped across his white pajama top with little multi colored cartoon figures all over. Even though the covers were over him I could tell by the outline beneath the blanket he had his hand shoved down the front of his pajama bottoms. It reminds me of how his father had always slept at night until he started going to bed without anything on. It was just such a cute recollection, and made me curious to know if he looked the same between his legs like his father did back then too as my gaze shifted back up to his peaceful features.
Seeing him like this sends such an overwhelming warm surge coursing through my body. I can’t help myself as I lean down brushing my lips tenderly up against Koko’s mouth. It isn’t something I would normally do because it is wrong on so many levels. I mean for all practical purposes Koko is a complete stranger, but seeing him lying there like that is too much for me as the memories of his father seems to bring up so many conflicting emotions. He’s the splitting image of his dad reminding me so much of that little boy back then with how pure things were between the two of us.
For years now my life had always moved forward leaving behind the past without any regrets. The same happened with Coco all those years ago, but it wasn’t a bad thing because I knew it was best for him at the time. Now though, I’m at a point where I want to set down roots, and Coco had been an integral part of my life in the past, holding a place in my heart that would always be there. I also knew without a doubt now that I had held a special place in Coco’s heart after all these years, the proof of this was currently lying snuggled up in bed.
Everything just happened so fast, and I didn’t know what I was going to do. There was a precious little life in my hands now, and all I knew was that I needed to make sure to do what was the best for this little boy. He deserved to have a stable life filled with love and a family of his own.
As I look fondly at the slumbering little boy in the bed he shifts in his sleep, and I sit back up emotions welling up in my chest. In many ways the feelings coursing inside of me was so familiar, almost, but not quite, the same like what I had felt all those years ago with Koko’s father. That wasn’t the only thing that seemed the same as the sweet taste of chocolate lingers on my lips. ‘Damn, how can two people be so much alike,’ I wonder to myself.
Not able to resist I lean down giving the sleeping Koko another soft kiss on the lips. I breathed him in to forever imprint his taste and scent on my senses smiling at both the taste of cocoa and sweet boy scent familiarity permeating all around the slumbering boy. ‘Most definitely his father’s son,’ I sigh as he seems to stir in his sleep.
“I love you too daddy,” Koko moans softly not waking up, but seeming to react to the tender kiss I gave him.
Sitting up I brush away the hair from his eyes realizing the response had just been natural for him while he slept. I was pretty sure his dad used to come in as he slept tucking him in while also giving him a good night kiss. Koko was just reacting to the familiar stimulation of the tender kiss.
“What are we going to do with you kiddo,” I sigh shaking my head.
It was only a little after five in the afternoon, but it had been a long flight. On the way home I had stopped so we could pick up some of the basics for him figuring maybe tomorrow we could do some proper shopping. After getting home Koko had looked around in awe completely surprised that an oasis could be found in a spot like this. He had remained reserved as he looked around seeming to like the house, outside garden, and the beautiful view of the barren landscape and mountains off in the distance. He had been yawning the entire time so I had known he was tired. After all it would be two in the morning in Germany. After fixing him something to eat with a cup of cold chocolate milk, he gathered his things and headed for bed.
Brushing my fingers through his hair one last time I finally got up putting his small bag on the dresser so I could start pulling things out putting his meager clothing into the drawers. Some of Tim’s old clothes from over the years were in there, and I imagined there were a few things that would fit Koko. He didn’t have much in his bag as I pulled out a photo album flipping through some of the pages. There were some images of him growing up with a few of them when he was a toddler along with a very beautiful lady. I imagined it must have been his mother. Looking in the bag I pulled out a framed picture. It was one with him perched up on a rock overlooking a valley with the ruins of an old castle in the distance. A man had him curled up in his arms as they cuddled up together. I smiled fondly at the picture noticing it was an older Coco holding his son affectionately. I had to admit that Coco had grown up into a very handsome looking man.
Sighing I walked over towards Koko’s bed perching the picture up on the nightstand placing the photo album next to it before turning out the light leaving the boy to his dreams. Now as I rummaged through the refrigerator looking at the contents before doing the same to my cupboards, I just shook my head thinking this just wouldn’t do. Nothing in here for kids I thought to myself snatching up my keys. I paused long enough to write a note for Koko propping it up so he couldn’t miss it in case he woke up. I scribbled a short note saying I was down the street shopping for groceries along with my phone number just in case. I wouldn’t be long so wasn’t worried about leaving the eleven year old boy alone. Besides, I would be just down the street.
It hadn’t taken me all that long to grab some things at the grocery store stacking them up on my folding hand cart. I often simply walked to the store so had learned long ago that one of those small folding hand carts worked out well in this situation. It was almost like those carry on suitcases with wheels and a handle that pulls up. This however had a square like case on the bottom which unfolded and was a bit more rigid. I could stuff a lot of groceries inside the compartment, and then stack up a couple of my canvas bags on top strapping it in place. I also had a couple of tote bags that I draped over my shoulders leaving me fairly free to move around.
Now as I walked home with about two hundred dollars worth of groceries in tote I took my time. The sun was out and it felt like it was in the low eighties so I was starting to sweat a little, but it wasn’t too bad. Every once in a while a small breeze would pick up making it a bit more comfortable. To be honest I enjoyed this kind of heat, and this wasn’t so bad right now. By the time July and August rolls around we will be in the nineties or even warmer at times, a bit too hot in my opinion.
It wasn’t a long walk to my house from the local grocery store, and as I got closer I noticed that big fat kid from the day before. He seemed to be hassling another kid, and as I approached I realized it was Arturo. Alarm bells went off in my head so I hurried up pulling up alongside just as I heard Arturo speak up.
“Just leave me alone Jason, I told you I’m not going to do that anymore.” He seemed to say disgustedly.
“Listen you little fucking anchor baby, you’ll…,” he began before I interrupted.
“Hey…what the hell is going on here?” I interjected stepping in front of Arturo protectively getting between the younger boy and this Jason kid forcing the older boy to take a step back. It’s the first time I really got a good look at him up close and to be honest he really was an ugly disgusting looking kid. His face was all puffy red, sweaty, and covered with oily acne. You could plainly tell no one ever taught him about personal hygiene. “I don’t like how you are talking about Arty here. He’s just as American as you are, and his parents are here legally so just back off.”
“I don’t know who you think you are, but…,” Jason started out before I interjected again.
“I’m the guy whose property you were trespassing on and have the video to prove it.” I bluffed as Jason stepped forward to call my bluff. “I’m not so sure that the police wouldn’t be interested in finding out what you’ve been up to, with someone so much younger than you. To be honest it’s a bit revolting, so if I catch you messing around with Arturo again I’ll make sure to report the matter to the appropriate authorities, along with some evidence. So I suggest you stay off my property, and leave Arturo alone.” I finished off as I turned while gently prodding Arturo in front of me before the big oaf could reply.
We left him behind completely stunned, and a bit mortified by the situation. As I approached my gate I glanced over noticing the big brute lumbering down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. I directed Arturo through the gate pausing long enough to realize it had been ajar again.
“Damn, I need to get that checked.” I sighed as Arturo just looked at it before glancing up at me.
“Is it broken?” He asked as I just shook my head.
“No, it’s not broken just the spring needs to be adjusted I think.” I replied as he glanced around and began to blush.
This is where he had given the older boy a blowjob, and I could tell he didn’t feel good about the choice he had made with it now starting to bother him. “Um…Mr. Will do you…uh…actually…you know…have surveillance of me and Jason…um…you know?” He asked as he continued to look around completely mortified.
Chuckling I shook my head. “No Arturo I don’t, but I’m thinking maybe I should put one up in this area.” I told him seriously as he looked down in relief shuffling his feet. “Are you alright Arty…I mean what did Jason say to you?” I wanted to know.
Arturo just stared at me for a moment biting his lower lip a bit embarrassed, but then realized I was only concerned for him knowing I wouldn’t judge him or anything. “Um…he just…you know…wanted me to suck him again…and…um…he said something about he just wanted to corn-hole that virgin pussy of mine.” He added the last turning several shades of red as he scrunched his eyebrows. “I’m not sure what he was talking about Mr. Will. I mean what is corn-holing, and I’m no girl or anything anyway, so what is he…you know…talking about…um…the whole virgin pussy thing?” He asked me seriously as I just shook my head a bit more worried now.
Sighing I just motioned for him to head up the stairs as he grabbed a few bags from me to help out. “Listen Arty you really need to try staying away from him. What he wants to do is something I sort of told you about the other day.” I stated not sure if I really wanted to try explaining the entire thing to him. He was still so innocent, and I didn’t want him to grow up too fast. There would be plenty of time for that to happen.
“Oh…um…alright…so it’s one of those things you said guys do that can kind of hurt if not done right…um…but also can be nice?” He asked me making me nod my head smiling to myself knowing this would be a good enough answer for him without having to go into details.
“Yeah Arty that’s exactly it. Listen, we can talk about that at another time if you really want to know, but I don’t think you are really ready for that conversation so maybe we should just hold off on it for now. If it comes up again, and if it is appropriate, we can discuss it then…fair enough?” I asked him as he smiled nodding his head as we entered the house setting the groceries on the counter.
“Thanks Mr. Will…for um…you know.” Arturo sighed, indicating Jason as I smiled at him while putting my finger to my lips making him look at me curiously.
“No problem Arturo, but we need to keep our voices down. I’ve got a visitor who’s sleeping in the other room.” I told him softly as he just mouthed the word ‘Oh,’ to me.
“Isn’t it kind of early for someone to be sleeping?” He asked me innocently as I just smiled at him.
“Well Koko just flew in from Germany, and it was a long plane trip…over fifteen hours long so he’s a bit tired. Also it is like three in the morning now over where he lived.” I chuckled as Arturo seemed to file away the information.
“Oh cool…all the way from Germany.” He responded in a hushed tone. “But what kind of name is Cocoa?” He asked me chuckling. “I mean isn’t that like hot chocolate?” He added shaking his head.
“Yeah it is, but his name is spelled K-o-k-o, so a little different. As for what kind of name I’m not really sure where his folks came up with the name. I know his father’s name was Coco, spelled with a capitol ‘C’ and little ‘c’.” I told him as he looked at me like I was joking around or something, but when he realized I wasn’t just shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh…alright…so how long is your friend going to visit?” He asked innocently enough.
“Um…it’s a bit complicated Arturo. His dad recently died and he has no other family, so he will be staying here for a while.” I told him as I continued to put away the groceries Arturo was handing me, and seeing the look on his face I already anticipated the next question on his mind so just answered it. “He’s only eleven, and yes I’m sure you will get to meet him.” I paused looking at Arturo who nodded his head.
“Cool…um…listen Mr. Will I’ve got to go or Mom will throw a fit for sure if I don’t get home here real soon for dinner. I’m already late.” He told me.
“Yeah…no worries Arty. I’ll give your mom a quick call on the phone to let her know you were helping me with groceries so she won’t tan your hide when you get home.” I chuckled teasingly as he shot me a look.
“Hah…I’d rather her do that instead of getting lectured about it for three days in a row. You have no idea how she can just go on and on about the silliest things. Sometimes I think a butt wupin would be much easier and a lot quicker.” He chuckled jokingly. “By the way…she’s been on me to thank you again for the money and giving me a job and all.” He sighed shaking his head pointedly about being hounded by his mom.
“Well Arty between you and me I got a good deal. You do a really fine job of things, and I enjoy having you around. When I call her up once you leave I’ll tell your mom you thanked me also letting her know it’s my pleasure. Hopefully that will get her off your back.” I teased him as he just smiled. “Oh and Arty, when you get the chance let her know that I plan on having you all over here sometime this summer for a big BBQ and pool party.” I told him as the biggest smile spread across his cute features, and he nearly knocked me over as he shoved himself into my arms for a quick hug before heading out the door. “Oh Arty…one more thing…,” I called after him trying not to yell as he paused looking back, “don’t forget to tug the gate closed on the way out.” I reminded him as I watched him walking out the sliding door that led onto the deck and garden area.
The boy had been wearing those tight jeans again and a tank top really showing off his twelve year old body. No wonder that Jason kid was bothering him because I had to admit that Arturo was looking kind of sexy like; especially, with the jean shorts pressing up against his package so tightly. I had a feeling with working in the garden that by summers end he would be looking even more fit and toned for a twelve year old boy.
Perhaps when I took Koko shopping for some clothes tomorrow I might throw in a couple of items by mistake that are a few sizes too big for him. If that happened it would be just easier to hand them over to Arturo instead of schlepping all the way across town to the department store where we got them. After all we would just be dropping in to do shopping on the other side of town because of me showing Koko some of the sights, I thought to myself making sure I had an airtight excuse that Arturo’s mom couldn’t contest. She’d complain of course, but in the end she would see that it had all been a mistake, and she would be doing me a favor by taking the clothes off my hands.
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End of Chapter Four
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