CHAPTER 05
KOKO
THE PRESENT
GETTING AN EYEFUL
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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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Tossing and turning, I sighed looking at the clock. I’ve been used to getting up early in the morning for years now so I just couldn’t sleep any longer. It was just a little after five in the morning as I threw aside my covers heading into the bathroom to relieve my churn bladder that was making my balls and hard erection ache. My small sleek man like pecker always seemed to be hard as a rock first thing in the morning, and my balls always hung down low from the heat of my bed as I slept during the night. I had discovered a long time ago that warmth tends to make a guy’s pouch drop down a bit.
After Arturo left yesterday I had puttered around doing a bit of house cleaning working quietly so I wouldn’t wake up my small guest slumbering in the next room. I had stripped my bedding replacing it with fresh ones making a mental note I should do the same for Koko in the morning after he got up. Tossing the bedding along with my dirty clothes in the utility portion of the extra bathroom I noticed it was still fairly early in the evening so I set about to doing some baking. I’ve always enjoyed cooking and baking when I had the time, so now decided to make some tasty treats for the boy to snack on the next day. While at the store I had picked up some brownie and chocolate chip cookie mixes. I remembered that my Coco from years past had enjoyed some sweet treats like these so figured this duplicate ‘mini-me’ version of him would as well.
While the treats baked in the oven I had continued to clean up heading over towards my little workout area. Looking around at some of the loose weights scattered about I began to put them away. It was merely a small gym area in a section of the house I had sort of left alone without too much remodeling. I had left it alone for the most part so it continued to retain that sort of warehouse look with such things as metal rods higher up still attached to the metal pole columns. They were very secure so I had never bothered to take them down kind of appreciating how it added to the ambiance of this space keeping it looking more like a typical gym and workout area. I had left the concrete floors in place opting to strategically set down some gym mats around the area.
In addition to free weights I also had a few machines like one of those stationary bicycles and elliptical tread mills. The central piece of my equipment was a Steelbody T-Rack. It was a great body resistance and free weight gym setup featuring individual training stations for different types of resistance methods. This included an Olympic barbell station, suspended rings, and a suspension station. I could easily track progress on the monitoring station or store unused weights on conveniently placed storage posts.
In essence it was a heavy-duty power cage for total body strengthening and conditioning made with a thick wall steel tube structure, durable coated and chrome plated finish, and industrial grade component parts for a lifetime of heavy use. It just sort of fit in my small gym helping to keep me in shape more than most of the other types of equipment because it provided me with numerous training alternatives. It had an Olympic barbell training station with height adjustments and “gravity lock” bar catches, multiple chin up station with various knurled gripping access, monkey bars for ring and suspension training, dip and push up grip handles with adjustable height, foot roller lock down for sit ups and crunches, steel “U” rungs for battle rope training, and finally dual tray storage for dumbbells, kettlebells and medicine balls. It was a really nice setup, and even though I used it fairly often I still felt it was underutilized.
By the time I finished up with baking and cleaning up the house a little it was getting to be about the time to hit the sack. At first it was difficult to fall asleep as my mind kept on whirling around the events of the last couple of days. Between Tim and Arturo my body just seemed constantly on edge. Then there was Koko who was the spitting image of his father. It brought many fond memories of my first real sexual experience and partner along with worries as to what was going to happen to the boy. Soon enough though, the day’s events and excitement was enough to overcome my conscious mind as I slumbered fitfully in my sleep throughout the night.
Now as I gazed at the reflection in the mirror while I brushed my teeth I could tell the telltale signs of a fitful night. Sighing I decide maybe if I took a shower I wouldn’t look so bad. Turning on the spigot I adjusted the temperature enjoying the hot water as it flowed over my body. Before long my fingers found their way down between my legs as I began to work on my own needs. The images of Tim and Arturo kept invading my thoughts along with Coco’s beautiful body when we were younger. Needless to say it didn’t take long for me to blow my cork, and it was a doozy as my entire insides seemed to turn upside down trying to expel about a hundred gallons of my high grade rocket fuel in one go.
It’s been years since I’ve been so amped up with sexual urges. Even though I’ve had some intimate relationships as an adult they’ve been sporadic at best. My hectic college schedule followed immediately by my employment right after that had sort of put a damper in the whole sex department. That isn’t to say I haven’t had any, just that it was erratic and short lived at best.
Rinsing away my goopy mess I stepped out of the shower stall, dried off, and slipped into something comfortable. Gathering together the wet towel and my dirty clothes, I bunched them up in my arms as I head out my door into the other bathroom to dump the dirty laundry. It was still early, but I figured that Koko would probably be up by now having recuperated from the long flight over.
Pushing on the open door of the shared bathroom utility room I stepped inside getting ready to flip on the light switch. That’s when I noticed the humidity inside the bathroom and also that the lights were already on. I detected some movement by the tub so automatically looked over stopping dead in my tracks. Just as I entered the doorway, Koko had been sliding open the glass door to the shower stall standing there dripping wet completely naked. His gentle eyes shifted towards me while I just stood there rooted in place gaping for a moment not knowing what to say or do as his sleek small body glistened wetly.
My eyes instinctively glanced between his legs, and my body shook excitedly as the splendor of his nakedness was exposed to me for the very first time giving me an eyeful of him in all his glory. Koko was just as I had remembered his father all those years ago. He had the same small sized one inch flaccid fleshy penis with a small but sagging boy pouch hanging between his legs just like his father’s with one slight difference. In that brief glimpse I noticed he wasn’t cut; instead, still being very much intact with a very thin piece of foreskin at the tip end of his penis. It was wrapped around his soft thin tube tightly like a sausage wrapper, and hung past the unmistakable outline of his knob about a half an inch. The half inch skin that dangled past the tip of his penis seemed long on such a small thing that probably only measured one inch discounting his foreskin.
It seemed strange that he wasn’t circumcised. After all he was born in the states, the Midwest to boot, so plenty of rednecks around. Not to mention his dad was cut, so it sort of seemed so out of character. Then again his mother was from Europe where kids tend to be intact so I guess it must have been her influence that spared his delicates the blade.
Ripping my eyes from the luscious sight I managed to look up into his eyes noticing him watching me curiously without saying a word. “I…um…crap…I mean shoot,” I managed to get out finally immediately turning my back to him facing the clothes washer and dryer. “I…um…I’m so sorry Koko. I…uh…should have knocked first…it’s just that I’m not used to having someone over and all.” I sighed apologetically.
“That’s alright Mr. Everharte…I don’t mind. Daddy and me used to take a bath together all the time when I didn’t take one at the sports center which had plenty of guys always taking one too. It’s not like you are a girl or anything.” He stated as I glanced over my shoulder seeing him standing there looking at me not in the least bit embarrassed by the situation or anything.
“Oh…um…I see…but still Koko I should have knocked first before entering to barge in on you. I didn’t know you were out of bed yet figuring I’d get some laundry going.” I told him as he just shrugged his shoulders. “I…um…will just put these down and let you finish up.” I suggested as I headed towards the washer dropping the dirty stuff on the floor on the ever growing pile before turning to make my way out keeping my head and eyes down.
“Um…Mr. Everharte?” Koko spoke up with me turning towards him once more without thinking forcing me to blush for a moment when I realized what happened.
Not wanting to make this an awkward situation for the smaller boy since he seemed comfortable enough, I tried not to respond by turning away my gaze. Instead I just looked at him in the eye nodding my head.
“Yeah Koko.” I responded relieved that my voice remained calm.
“Um…do you think you can find me a towel? I mean, I just hopped in the shower without bothering to look first, but there’s no towel on the rack.” He stated as I glanced over to the empty rod on the wall that normally held a towel.
“Oh crap…I mean shoot Koko,” I stated hearing him giggle at my so called profanity which in turn made me chuckle too as I shook my head. “I’m sorry buddy; I forgot that Tim had come over taking a shower the other day.” I continued to talk as I went over to the linen closet getting him a clean towel.
“That’s alright Mr. Everharte…in a way its good you came in or I’d be wondering where the towels are.” He replied giggling as I returned holding a towel in my hand walking over towards him.
He held his arms out sideways from his body indicating he wanted me to wrap him up in it while I just hesitated for a moment. I used to give Tim a bath all the time with him doing the same thing waiting for me to lift him out of the tub. Leaning forward with the outstretched towel I wrapped up Koko’s slight figure inside of the soft material before lifting him over the edge of the tub. His small feet settled down on the cool tiles, and when I looked up he was smiling coyly at me.
“I suppose you want me to dry you off too?” I chuckled teasingly not expecting the response he provided.
“Yes please Mr. Everharte. Daddy used to dry me off all the time. I kind of miss it.” He replied shyly getting a bit sad for a moment as I gazed at him my heart breaking.
Shaking my head I took a seat on the toilet lid while tugging on his towel effectively pulling over to stand in front of me. With him so close to me I could smell the soapy perfumed fragrance intermingled with his boyish scent wafting over towards me while his body gleamed slickly from the wetness of his recent shower. His smooth silky flawless pale skin was enticingly appealing in the subdued soft glowing style of lighting I had installed in the bathroom making me quiver at the delightfulness of the moment.
“Yeah…I suppose its kind of hard losing your dad like that…you know just all the little things you two used to do together.” I smiled at him as I undraped the towel from around his waist so I could towel him dry. “By the way Mr. Everharte is a mouthful and some of the kids who know me just call me Mr. Will or Uncle Will. Anything is better than Mr. Everharte. I’ve never really gotten used to that name.” I told him seriously because I really never had, which as I thought about it was my own fault after all.
“Oh…alright I suppose.” Koko replied bringing me out of my musings. “I like that a lot better too…um…since it’s alright with you I’ll just call you Mr. Will.” He stated grinning sheepishly as I smiled back at him while continuing to towel him off.
Now that I was so up close to the boy I began to see the minor differences between him and his father. Sure he wasn’t cut like his dad, but there were other things as well like his brown eyes and rounder face. His nose was slightly different too. The facial features of his father were most definitely prominently similar to his own, with just slight variations. They were just little nuances like the mole on the corner of his lower lip instead of his upper lip, different eye color, and his hair was similar only slightly lighter in coloration.
His height and weight were dead on, along with the size of his privates between his legs, other than the whole foreskin issue. Even his sleek physique was the same as his father’s; although, there was something about that which still seemed to elude me. However, to me the big difference was most definitely the eye coloration. His dad’s had been hazel or pale gray to green at times, while Koko’s was a dark brown color. The almond shape, tenderness, and liveliness of his gaze were exactly the same, but the coloration was different.
My mind had been sort of drifting there for a moment with both of us having gotten quiet while I continued to dry him off running the towel over his torso and legs. Currently I was drying off his feet. He had lifted up his left foot first before presenting me with his right one while hanging on to my shoulders bringing us closer together my face nearly in his crotch. It was then that I noticed a small little beauty mark on his left inner thigh right by the crease between his groin area. I continued to run the towel over his foot and between his toes before tapping his calf indicating I was done with it. He set it back down as I ran the towel between his legs drying them off.
Stopping just before I reached his privates I looked up at him as he gazed back. “Um…I noticed that you are still…um…that you still have skin on your…um…,” I paused a second searching for the right word not knowing how he referred to that part of his body.
“Yeah…I still have my foreskin on my penis.” Koko stated the proper terminology not embarrassed that I had noticed.
“Yes…and you know that you have to be sure to clean yourself there too…I mean I don’t know if it pulls back or not, but did you make sure to clean yourself properly?” I asked him making sure to keep my voice neutral, but also knowing that sometimes young kids who have foreskin don’t clean themselves properly. Not that I really knew all that much about such things other than what I’ve heard over the years.
Koko just giggles making me look at him questioningly. “I’m sorry…it’s just that daddy used to ask me the same thing. I always thought it was just funny is all with him being so worried that I get it cleaned the right way. So yeah, I cleaned it properly…see.” He states reaching down promptly pulling back the foreskin over the tip of his knob.
This sort of caught me by surprise that he didn’t have any inhibitions about himself in that way as I watched him peel back the long tight foreskin over the knob of his glans. His penis was really short, so the folds of his foreskin seemed to bunch up thickly just on the other side of his nozzle. The pinkish red colored helmet glistened wetly once it was exposed, but there was no doubt that he was his father’s son. It was the same exact bullet like shape his father had at that age. My body trembled slightly with me being tempted to reach out grabbing hold of it.
“See…all clean,” Koko stated bringing me out of the moment while I smiled back at him taking his word for it since I wouldn’t really know one way or the other how to confirm such a thing.
“I see Koko, but you didn’t have to prove it to me,” I chuckled as he just stared at me before looking down.
“Why…what’s wrong with it?” He asked me misunderstanding. “You don’t like how it looks?” He continued as I just gaped at him for a second before shaking my head.
“N…no…I mean sure…damn…ooops…sorry.” I began to stutter before taking a deep breath to calm down. “No Koko…it looks just fine. What I meant is that you don’t have to show me just to prove it. I would have believed you…alright?” I told him while he just looked at me shrugging his shoulders as if to say ‘whatever,’ a gesture which I was soon to become familiar with throughout his stay with me.
“Yeah I guess…but I used to show daddy all the time, and sometimes he’d just tease me by sort of tugging on it making me laugh. You know just goofing around and stuff. He said I had nothing to be embarrassed about being different than the other kids down there. I never knew why he’d thought kids would actually care all that much. I mean some of my friends at the athletic center in the states were kind of curious about it, but not the kids where we lived in Germany. The kids here in the states were just curious, but once they got used to it they never said anything more about it.” Koko replied as he giggled tugging on his foreskin slipping it back and forth a couple of times for emphasis finally allowing it to slip back into place covering his glans before releasing himself.
His open and unconcerned attitude regarding his nudity sort of caught me by surprise. I don’t know why since his father was pretty much the same way at that age. I also suppose he wasn’t so self conscious about his nakedness in front of others because he always got cleaned up in the public showers after his gymnastics. Well at least where other guys were concerned. I’m also sure his dad had a lot to do with it probably teaching him not to be embarrassed about his body.
Draping the towel over his head like a hoodie, I announced, “All done,” in a commanding voice as he simply smiled while looking up at me.
Suddenly he leaned in, climbed up on my lap, and latched himself around me with his strong arms and legs surprising me a bit with the strength and power coming from such a small boy. “I’m so sorry about yesterday Mr. Will.” He sighed as I automatically wrapped my arms around his small body returning his embrace noticing the soft lavender smell from the soap and shampoo intermingling with the fragrance of boyness.
Once more the essence of his father seemed to stir memories and emotions deep inside of me as I held him firmly while rocking the boy gently. “It’s alright Koko, but why are you apologizing?” I asked him as he seemed to hang on not wanting to let go.
“For yesterday…I mean I was kind of rude when you were being so nice to me. It’s just I was expecting…,” he began before his voice tapered off with him leaving the statement hanging in the air.
We both got quiet for a few moments with me wondering what he was going to say. I didn’t want to pressure him into talking about what he was expecting so let him decide on his own. I was sure that when he was ready to talk about this whole situation he would bring it up on his own terms, so for now I simply left it alone as I gently held on to him rocking the smaller boy in my arms. I lightly ran my fingers up and down his naked back feeling him quiver in my arms seemingly enjoying the closeness. It made me wonder how long it has been since someone’s really held him in an affectionate tender kind of way. More than likely he probably hadn’t received a proper hug since his dad passed away. People tend to be disconnected not knowing how to react to kids who just lost a parent.
“It’s alright Koko…I thought you were a perfect gentleman. Sometimes we just don’t feel like talking is all, and you have every right not to if you don’t want to. I wasn’t offended little buddy, so don’t feel bad about it.” I whispered in his ear while I continued to rock him gently caressing his silky soft skin.
Then I felt something stirring against my stomach as the smaller boy began to inflate in his nether regions. I could feel his butt cheeks tightening a bit as his hips sort of thrust into me a little while his penis finally stiffening up the rest of the way. I was sure the slight thrusting motion hadn’t been intentional, merely something that had been done more reflexively in a subconscious kind of way. I stopped stroking his back not sure if he’d be embarrassed by the situation. Koko seemed to have noticed what happened because he leaned back looking down seriously scrutinizing himself.
“Sorry, it just sort of happens sometimes,” he shrugged his shoulders only blushing slightly as he reached down giving it a tug.
His penis had hardened and lengthened to about one and a half inches long. The foreskin was still covering up his glans, but the contour from the ridge of his knob was clearly visible as it stretched the skin forming a tight outline. The tip of his foreskin had been completely taken up barely covering up the tip of his glans now as he slowly climbed off my lap. Once he was down he slipped the foreskin backwards exposing his blood engorged acorn shaped head shivering at the wonderful sensation this action provided him. It was mesmerizing watching how he reacted to the situation as I took note how the tip of his penis had now turned a crimson purplish color before he covered it back up with his foreskin.
“Daddy told me this would be happening more often now that I’m getting older.” Koko continued as he glanced up at me giggling about the state he was in. “He told me about other things too…um…private things boys start to do.” He added the last part before blushing a bit embarrassed how he had revealed this to me.
He seemed to realize he had said a bit too much so got quiet as he gazed back down at himself. It was oddly strange yet also amazingly compelling for me as I watched Koko’s stiff erection pulsing in perfect timing with his heartbeat as it pointed upwards and slightly outwards from his bare pubic mound at a forty five degree angle. He reminded me so much of his father because even though neither of them was shy at this age about their bodies, there was such wholesomeness to them about the whole sex thing.
“Well…maybe we should see about getting you dressed before stuffing that belly of yours full with some breakfast.” I chuckled trying to alleviate any discomfort Koko was beginning to feel about the situation. “As much as I like seeing that adorable sexy body of yours along with that cute little stiffie, maybe we should get it tucked away safely so you can play with it later.” I teased him ruffling his hair as he giggled at my comment about him playing with his sexy boy bits later. “Besides my stomach is beginning to grumble so the sooner you put away your toy the sooner we can grab a bit to eat.” I finished off letting him know that I thought the moment between us was perfectly fine while he just continued to laugh at my coy comment.
The last thing I wanted was for him to begin becoming self conscious about himself. It was obvious that his dad had worked hard at making the smaller boy feel comfortable about his body. I know I had tried to do the same thing with Coco at about the same age. The smaller boy back then was like little Koko was now not in the least bit self-conscious, but I knew, as did Koko’s dad, that there might come a time when kids may tease him. So if he learns now that despite his size he is still a sexy boy, then when the time came he could just accept himself for the way he was.
Glancing over towards me Koko smiled reassuringly. “Your silly.” He giggled.
The younger boy slipped his hand into mine as I got up smiling at me happy about how things were beginning to turn out for him. As I got to my feet he sort of hesitated before holding out his arms making me chuckle as I easily lifted him up carrying him to his room. Halfway there I shifted my grip holding him up in the air as he immediately caught on to what I was up to. The smaller boy stiffened up his body holding out his arms to the sides as if flying through the air like a plane. We stumbled into his room with me sputtering like an airplane engine before I dumped him on his bed as he crashed landed with his arms and legs flying in all directions. I had to giggle as his legs spread apart when he was upside down giving me a perfect view of his fleshy pouch, his now completely floppy worm, and his brownish little pucker as his butt cheeks spread apart for the briefest of moments.
Koko scrambled to a sitting position on the edge of his bed picking up the picture on the nightstand. “Thanks for getting my stuff out and putting my clothes away.” He smiled warmly at me appreciating the small gesture on my part.
“No worries. You were pretty bushed. Anyway, it gave me a chance to see what you had by way of clothing. After we eat I’m going to show you around the city a little then we are going clothes shopping for you.” I told him opening up his dresser drawer getting out some of his clothes for him to wear.
“You don’t have to spend money on me Mr. Will…really. I mean, I’m just glad I can stay here with you instead of some foster facility or something.” He told me honestly as I walked over towards him sitting down on the bed motioning for him to stand up.
“It’s no problem Koko, besides it will be fun.” I told him as he slipped his legs into his red cartooned bikini style boy’s briefs.
Koko sort of spread his legs apart dipping downwards as I pulled his brief’s into place over his small package and butt cheeks before standing back up straight. He reached inside his underwear while I watched him adjusting his soft penis so that it was in an upright position. His briefs fit him like a surgeons glove creating a clear outline of his thin short tube with two small twin mounds beneath it. I had to admit it was too damn cute. Next I helped him slip into his khaki shorts and a blue T-shirt. He hopped onto the bed letting me put on his socks without protest when I finally realized something.
“Oh…um…Koko I hope you didn’t mind. I mean I know you are old enough to dress yourself. I just didn’t think about it…sorry if it embarrassed you.” I told him sincerely before he just climbed off the bed leaned over giving me another hug.
“No…it’s alright. I kind of liked it. Daddy would do the same sometimes for me so it was really nice that someone did that again.” He told me as he hugged me affectionately.
The boy was simply so open and loving. His father was like that, affectionate with people in private. I know he got a lot of hugs from his mom and sister, and when we were together he always enjoyed cuddling with me. He had a soft heart and a loving kind personality, all qualities his son seemed to possess as well. I had to stifle back the tears as I realized my first true love was gone from this world, but I was happy he left someone behind who carried on his gentleness.
“Are you alright Mr. Will?” Koko asked me when he let go seeing the look on my face.
“Yes Koko I’m fine…it’s just you are really sweet and kind. I knew someone once like that a long time ago. You sort of remind me of him, and I really want to thank you for that?” I tell him as he just smiles hesitantly at me enjoying the compliment. “Come-on, I want to strip your bed and throw the linens in the wash. Then we can grab a bite to eat. I’m thinking about chocolate chip pancakes.” I tell him noticing how his face lights up. “Oh…and last night I baked some brownies and chocolate chip cookies as snacks for later on.” I add as he just perks right up.
“My favorite…yummy…thanks sooooo much Mr. Will.” He beams as we both quickly strip the bed throwing it in the wash with my dirty items before we head out into the kitchen.
Koko ends up helping me with the pancakes and I realize he must have done the same thing with his dad because he seemed to know his way around the whole preparation thing. He even offered to help clean up the kitchen afterwards. I told him there was no need, but if he wanted to help he could toss the wet laundry into the dryer for me and turn it on. While he did that I finished up with cleaning the dishes putting everything away. I was just about done when some noise drifted over from the direction of my workout area so I put the towel down making my way over.
What I see stuns me. Koko had discovered my little gym area and was making good use of the Steelbody T-rack. He had lowered the dip and push up grip handles using it to do some parallette moves. The only reason why I recognized it was because I had watched his father when he began gymnastics doing the same thing. However, what I saw Koko doing was something only very capable and advanced gymnasts would do. He was perfectly balanced his wrists, arms, and shoulders doing all the work with the strength. He was currently in an L-sitting position, his arms straight down on either side of him gripping the handles propping up his body as if he were in a sitting position, but his body was completely suspended in the air. In essence he looked like the letter L with his body straight up and down while his legs pointed outwards at a ninety degree angle.
The most skilled people would hold each position for several moments to display complete control before taking it to the next step. It was excruciatingly difficult to maintain and display such balance, control, and power throughout because at each stage you have to hold that position.
Slowly he shifted to his next position lifting his legs upward into the V-sitting position where his legs are raised to the point of forty five degrees or more above horizontal. This skill requires and develops intense compression of the abs and flexibility in the lower back and hamstrings. Moreover, because the skill requires you to lean back and push your hips forward, it makes the triceps burn. He held this position for several moments once more in complete control before moving to the next stage called the manna position.
This skill takes a V-sit, rolls it back even further until your hips are level with your shoulders and fully folded so that your legs are straight and parallel with the ground, thighs facing your chest and feet extended beyond your head. This skill requires enormous triceps strength and dynamic shoulder flexibility. He held this position with his legs pressed up to his chest before lowering them back down into the L-sitting position. I could see the strain on his wrists, arms, and shoulders because they were supporting his entire weight, but he made it look so easy. Slowly he rotated again, his body shifting forward this time, keeping his legs straight without bending his knees. As he slowly rolled his body forward remaining in complete control, his legs continued to stay straight as he bent at the waist swinging his legs under him and straight outwards. He was now in the planche position which looked like a pushup, but his feet never touched the ground instead remaining parallel to the ground suspended in the air. Once more his wrist, arms, and shoulders supported all of the weight as he held that position. This move is a fundamental one used in gymnastics, but requires an extreme amount of control and strength. I could see the strain on his face with the veins popping out on the sides of his neck as he held perfectly still in complete control.
He moved his body again as he rotated it upwards swinging his legs forward once more until he was in the straddle L sitting position. It is similar to the sitting L pose, but his legs are now spread apart in a V straddling his arms on either side. His arms between his thighs now strained supporting his weight. This move required hip flexibility and hip flexor strength before settling into that position.
From there he performed his final move, a straddle L sitting press to hand stand. He rotated his body forward lifting himself as much as possible into a pike position that faces the floor before he raised his hips and pressed through the straddle stand position as he continued into the handstand. He held the handstand position for several seconds until he just rotated his body sideways onto his feet standing back up holding his arms into the air and to an imaginary judging panel.
My heart filled with such pride as I began to clap for all I was worth. I knew his father over the years had become a good gymnast, but I could tell that his son already far exceeded his own skills at that age and older. I knew with the proper training he could go far in the sport. It really didn’t surprise me since his father probably began training him at an early age.
“Wow, that was amazing,” I told him as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder proudly. “Those are some really advanced moves you are doing. I take it you’ve had a lot of practice?” I tell him as he returns my hug with a tight grip.
That’s when it hits me regarding what I had been noticing earlier about his physique. He had the same build and stature as his father, but there was an underlying strength and power beneath his slight figure. Gymnastics has a way of building up a wiry kind of strength in a person, and this little guy was all power wrapped up into a neat little bundle.
“You didn’t mind me using your equipment?” He asked me proud of my words, but also a bit worried that I might object.
“No…of course not, but I only want you to do that if an adult is around…just in case Koko. I know you are very careful and have probably been doing this a long time, but I think you’ve also seen guys get hurt really easy by doing this sort of thing, so I want you to promise not to do anything unless another adult is around. If you are by yourself for some reason or other kids are here but no adult, then there will be no goofing around in this gym area…understood?” I asked him as he nodded his head thinking it fair enough.
“I promise Mr. Will, daddy never let me work out on my own either. You have a lot of personal equipment…do you work out a lot too?” He asks noticing how he was scrutinizing my build while I gazed over towards my gear.
“Not as much as I’d like I’m afraid, but enough to stay in shape I suppose. I have to watch my girlish figure you know, and if I’m not careful I can plump up a bit.” I tell him as he continues to look me over critically before giggling.
“You call that a girlish figure.” He hoots out bending over because I’m a fairly solidly built guy. Not fat by any means and fairly fit, but a girlish figure most definitely not.
“Why you little turd,” I tease him as I wrap him up and begin tickling him making him squirm around on the floor.
He had the same tickle spots as his dad so I worked my knowledge to the fullest until we were both panting on the ground with him cuddled up in my arms. We were both lying on our left sides with my left arm under the crook of his neck and across his chest while my right arm remained draped casually over his right side. I pulled him closer to me, and he automatically shifted backwards seemingly appreciating the close contact. He still smelled of lavender from his bath intermingled now with a sort of sweet musky boy scent I had come to recognize years ago. Everyone’s scent is different, and Koko’s was no exception, yet it was also very similar to his father. There was a sort of light freshness to the fragrance smelling of youthfulness and innocence. His father’s was the same, but Koko’s seemed even younger somehow. It began to make me lightheaded, and I couldn’t help myself as I leaned down kissing him lightly on the cheek while I nuzzled up to him. He didn’t seem to mind even holding my arms tighter up around his small frame almost as if he needed the contact of feeling someone holding him who cared.
As our breathing began to calm down a bit Koko turned his head looking over his shoulders at me his soft brown eyes dancing around playfully. “Mr. Will, it seems like you know about gymnastics. Did you do any as a boy yourself?” He asks me innocently enough.
“After what you just said about my…um…un-girlish figure,” I chuckle as he gazes at me making double sure I wasn’t upset about the comment. “No I played more of the typical kinds of guy sports…you know football, wrestling, and baseball, but I had some friends I made when I was younger who were into gymnastics. I’d go watch some of their tournaments because it was only fair since they rooted me on when I played football and stuff. So, it still is a bit baffling to me with all the rules and points and stuff, but I’ve picked up some things along the way. To be honest I think you guys are way more athletic than the rest of us so called sports jock.” I tell him candidly. “Anyway, why don’t you freshen up and we will go out on the town.” I tell him as I push him up while stumbling to my feet way more clumsily than him.
While Koko freshened up I packed some snacks and drinks into the cooler for us later. I had thought about what we would do today not knowing the kinds of things Koko would like. So the first stop was on a more practical nature as we headed just east of Phoenix to the Scottsdale Fashion Square for some clothes shopping.
This was a more upscale mall with famous stores such as Macy's, Dillard's, Nieman Marcus, Nordstrom, Tiffany & Co., Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Gucci, Kate spade along, Fossil, Oakley, Abercrombie & Fitch, Gymboree, Johnston & Murphy, Swarovski, Crate and Barrel, Williams-Sonomoa, Lucky Jeans, and Bebe to name a few. Of course we checked some of those places out and I was glad that Koko seemed to enjoy just looking around in some of these stores. Of course there were some of the more usual run of the mill stores there too, but this was a more upscale mall so some of these more typical stores seemed to have the higher end fashion.
It was fun doing some clothes shopping for Koko, and the part I enjoyed most was that he insisted I come into the change room with him. He really was a very beautiful boy and I couldn’t resist helping him get into some of his outfits he had chosen. The sheer beauty of the boy never ceased to amaze me every time I saw him in his bikini tight boy’s briefs as he tried on a new pair of shorts or pants. When he slipped on a new shirt seeing his fit and tight buttery tanned torso made me shiver at times; especially, when he was in nothing but his underwear. The outline of his small boyish penis and boy pouch was so damn sexy that I couldn’t help but pop an erection a time or two. During those times I wondered if it was somehow wrong of me to be in the room like that with him; especially, when my body reacted the way it did at times.
He seemed to enjoy me being around though, and when I asked if it made him feel uncomfortable he simply stated that his daddy used to do the same thing with him all the time. He actually seemed a bit confused as to why it would matter if I was in the small change room with him so I just didn’t mention it any more enjoying the time with him.
Towards the end we started sifting through some bathing suits for him. We picked out a few before heading towards the change rooms. At this point I hung back not wanting to invade his privacy as he walked down the small hall stopping in front of a booth. He noticed I hadn’t followed so came back, grabbed my hand pulling me with him into the change room. He didn’t even seem nervous or anything as he pulled off his shirt so he could have a better view of himself in the mirror when he tried on one of the bathing suit.
In one smooth motion he pulled down his khaki shorts and red boy’s bikini briefs, the elastic on his underwear catching on his short flaccid pecker making it bounce around a little. The breath caught in my chest seeing that uncut little one inch thing with his half inch fleshy foreskin sort of moving around dangling over his equally squashy small boy pouch. Even after all these years it just amazed me how such a small pouch can actually hang loosely between not only Koko’s legs, but his father’s back then as well. I guess it was because he had two small hazelnut sized testicles which allowed room for the skin of his leathery bag to hang down.
His back was turned towards me as he slipped into his bathing suit so that he could see himself in the mirror. As he stepped into the bathing suit he bent over at the waist, his two red dimpled little apples looking so supple and soft, yet also very firm from his gymnastics. It made me want to reach out so I could run my hands across them, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do something like that to the boy. When I was younger of course I would, and I had done just that, but this was completely different. Even though the younger boy was so beautifully delicious, I cared about him in a different kind of way. One that I began to recognize as having feelings for him in a loving way, but unlike the way I had felt towards his father. This was just as deep, but most definitely not the same. It confused me a little as I continued to watch him.
He tried on several different ones, and after his last pair he stooped over taking them off of his legs setting them down. His back was turned to me as he looked at me from the reflection in the mirror. I simply couldn’t contain myself anymore as I reached out to slowly run my hands lightly up and down his back. I could see Koko shivering for a moment before he just stepped backwards sitting on my lap. He grabbed my arms wrapping them around his slight figure as he scooted backwards completely unconcerned he was totally naked. We both looked in the mirror as my eyes gazed over his stunningly luscious body. His legs were draped over mine on either side which spread them apart allowing his little boy baubles to dangle freely between his legs. His pouch hung down loosely while his one inch soft penis stuck outwards from his body with his loose foreskin drooping over his sack. It was a very sexy sight as I slowly ran my fingers over his chest and stomach.
“Thanks for taking me shopping Mr. Will. I really had a lot of fun. I’m glad you have patience so I can try on different things. I used to like going shopping with daddy and we’d take all the time we wanted trying on different outfits.” He admitted to me giggling. “I know it is kind of girlish, but I always enjoyed doing that with daddy, and I think he liked spending our time together like this too.” He sighed looking a bit sad about the memories I seemed to bring up in him.
“I know it is tough Koko, but I’m glad you have those kinds of memories with your dad, and in a way I think it should be a happy thing. Some boys don’t have such fond moments regarding their father. It sounds like your daddy really loved you.” I stated as he just leaned his head back closing his eyes with a small grin on his face.
“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks again for that too Mr. Will. Sometimes I feel guilty about being happy when I remember things, but like you said I should be glad I have them. That makes a lot more sense.” He tells me innocently as I continue to rub his tight tummy feeling the tightness of his small muscles just beneath the surface.
Looking in the mirror I notice he is starting to get a stiff one, and I didn’t want this to become sexual. Sighing resolutely I just give him a firm squeeze before releasing him gently getting the smaller boy to scoot off of my lap. “Well, did you find one you liked?” I asked him as he looked over at the different bathing suits.
“I wish I could get a Speedo like what we used to wear in Germany. I hate the bathing suits here because they stay wet clinging to your legs.” He complained making me smile and nod my head.
“Well let’s pick out one of these before going to the swim shop so you can pick out a pair of Speedos as well. This way when you are alone swimming at the house you can wear the Speedos, and if we go out somewhere or there is company you can wear the other ones.” I tell him which seemed to satisfy him.
He selects the Boys’ Husky Colorblocked pieced swim trunks made of one hundred percent polyester fabric that dries quickly. It had a comfy white mesh liner with the larger sized small holes that allowed for quick drying. The suit had an elastic waistband with an outside drawstring and was rated UPF 50 for excellent sun protection. It was also shorter on the legs, which he seemed to prefer, coming down to mid-thigh instead of the knees. I liked the colors on it with a royal blue across the top, a green colored large sort of upside down ‘U’ shape across the front on the outer part of his shorts, and then a sort of powdery blue upside ‘U’ shape on the inner portion in the front. The back side was all the same color of royal blue. It was a unique design looking really adorable on him.
Next we stopped in the swim department, and after trying on some of the typical bikini style bathing suits he opted to go with the square leg because as he noted most of the older boys in Europe sort of transitioned into these. I had to admit I really liked how his snug as a bug tight fitting square leg suit looked on him. He decided on the Rocky Boxer swim piece that was made of eighty percent polyamide and twenty percent elastane. I could see why he loved this type of bathing suit because it was rugged enough, but dried very quickly on the body.
The bathing suit fit him snugly leaving little to the imagination as to what he had between his legs as the outline of his small penis including his little bit of foreskin showed prominently beneath the taut form fitting fabric. Even his two small hazelnut sized testicles were clearly outlined. The boxer style legs fit tightly across the very top of his upper thighs leaving almost all of his legs, practically all the way up to his crotch, completely bare. They weren’t quiet as tiny like the bikini style bathing suits, but still extremely skimpy by American standards. Since his other pair was blue and green he opted to get the red pair with a sort of graphic design across the front in shades of white, gray, yellow, orange and red. It looked so damn steamy sexy hot on him that it took a lot of will power from me not to ravish him while he had them on.
We had gotten an early start so it wasn’t even noon yet by the time we climbed into the car heading south to Chandler putting all of the stuff in the back of my black Cadillac SUV. I could see Koko in my rear view mirror looking around the plush insides still a bit in awe as I drove my way towards our next destination. It took us about forty five minutes all the while Koko’s head swiveling back and forth as he took in the sights of arid and desert like scenery along the way. Finally pulling up to our destination the boy seemed to come alive as a small smile curled upwards on the corners of his mouth.
“This is like…wow…way cool,” he gasps as we get out of the car while he looks around.
We have arrived at the Rawhide Western Town. Since it was slightly after twelve, and it’s been several hours since breakfast, our first stop is the Steakhouse. Koko peruses the kid’s menu not seeing anything he likes so begins to look over the regular lunch menu. His eyes light up and he asks me if he can order the Southwest Jalapeno Burger. I’m skeptical warning him that it is spicy, but he insists so we order that for him with the baby back pork ribs for me. Koko points out an appetizer as I glance at him for a moment before shrugging my shoulders once more surprised by his selection.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask him as he nods his head enthusiastically so I go ahead ordering the item he pointed out.
A few minutes later the Rawhide Rattlesnake appetizer arrives as he dives right in to my utter amazement. The appetizer offers up deep fried boneless rattlesnake served with fried pickle chips, and Rattlesnake egg. The deep fried boneless rattlesnake is real enough, but the Rattlesnake egg is a kind of stuffed jalapeno. Koko just seems to enjoy something new nodding his head approvingly at the deep fried rattlesnake saying it tastes pretty good. Next he pops into his mouth the so called Rattlesnake eggs rolling his eyes.
“Oh my gawd that tastes so good. It’s spicy hot…mmmm,” he announces as he munches away with beads of sweat forming on his brow while his cheeks start to turn red.
I join him and soon enough my mouth is burning up with the spicy treat. I’m amazed that he is so willing to try something new not to mention this spicy, but he tells me that his dad had taught him how important it was to try new things to eat because you never would know otherwise what we are missing out on. As for the fiery foods he tells me he’s always enjoyed spicy meals. When our meals arrive he does a pretty good job on his hamburger as well saying it was hot, but not as blistering as the Rattlesnake eggs. It was a half pound burger so he only ate a portion of it, but did leave enough room to also try some of my baby back pork ribs which he thought was tasty as well. We wrapped up the leftovers putting the food away in the car inside the cooler before having some fun.
The place was pretty cool, and I could see the troubles slipping away from Koko’s features as he enjoyed simply being a kid once more leaving behind the worries life has thrust upon him. There was so much to do as he got to experience the Old West. There were gunfights, stunt shows, stagecoach rides, desert train rides, the petting ranch, mechanical bull riding, gold panning, camel rides, a working blacksmith, games, target practice with a rifle, horseback riding, and of course we shopped in some of the western stores picking up some more clothing along with other items.
All in all it was a fun filled day with me capturing it all on film. It was fun watching his face light up with just the simplest of joys. Even his uninhibited burst of forceful laughs was infectious. Just like with his food the boy seemed to thrive on trying out new things. He was so outgoing and personable as he opened up even more letting some of his walls drop for a while. At times he was simply all boy as he did such manly like things, then at other times he seemed to get a little reserved and clingy leaning into me as if to make sure I was still there. He was tender and loving during those moments not holding back with any hugs or signs of affection. He wasn’t the least bit concerned of what others might say about him giving me a hug or just holding my hand.
By the time we get home it is closing in around five in the afternoon. He was wilting by the time we walk through the doors leading up from the parking garage our arms loaded with the days shopping. I could tell he wasn’t used to the heat over here so I had made sure to put plenty of sunscreen lotion on him. I also forced him to drink plenty of water, so much so that he became like a leaky faucet having to pee every fifteen minutes. I suppose the final insult for him was making him wear one of those light airy kind of floppy hats I had picked up for him. At first he kind of shrugged off the whole hat thing, but then appreciated the shading it provided for his head and face later on in the day.
“Hey Koko why don’t you go to your room and put away the new clothes we picked up for you?” I suggest to him as he nods his head smiling appreciatively at me.
He was such a polite and well behaved little boy that he was actually a joy to have around. Noticing some movement outside on the garden deck, I grab the cold jug of juice from the refrigerator and a glass before making my way back outside. Arturo was working on some odds and ends things in the garden so when he heard me the boy looked up and smiled. He nodded his head appreciatively at the offer of a cool drink as he takes a seat in the shade.
“Hey Mr. Will, I hope you don’t mind, but I just wanted to take care of the flower beds for you. I noticed they needed a little sprucing up.” He commented as I nodded my head looking around noticing what a difference he’s already made here in the garden.
“That’s perfectly fine and you can come over anytime Arty.” I tell him as he smiles at me.
“Hey Mr. Will?” I hear a different voice that I’ve now come to recognize over the course of the day. “Um…I think someone made a mistake with this bag of clothes. They are all like a size or two way too big for me.” Koko offers up rummaging his hands through a large bag of clothes as he approached us.
The smaller boy looked up for a moment noticing Arturo sitting there and sort of pauses a moment before joining us under the shade. “Oh…really?” I say trying to look surprise. “I mean it must have happened by mistake with that family right behind me in the line.” I pipe up smiling to myself. “The checker must have just scooped them up accidentally adding them to our stuff. No big deal let’s have a look.” I lied, but figured it was only a little lie because I had placed the larger sized clothing in the basket while we shopped.
When I had gotten ready to pay for the clothes I had told Koko to make his way to the swim shop, and that I would meet him there, so he was none the wiser at what I had done. “By the way Koko I’d like you to meet Arty and Arturo this is the guest I mentioned to you last night.” I offer up looking at Koko as the two boys nodded their heads bumping knuckles by way of greeting. “I’ve known Arturo since he was knee high to a grasshopper, and now here he is practically all grown up on me.” I chuckle as both boys giggle at my analogy rolling their eyes as if to say ‘adults.’
Arturo reaches over towards his glass he had set down, picks it up, and pours in some more of the cold juice. Glancing at Koko I notice the smaller boy checking out the other boy even going so far as to take a good look at the prominent bulge the boy had going on in his tight fitting jean shorts. The smaller boy sort of grabbed himself subconsciously tugging on his little pecker for a moment before seemingly coming out of his stupor to edge over towards me so he could look inside the shopping bag I was looking through.
“See, I told you.” He offers up as I remove a plaid shirt along with a new pair of shorts.
“Yeah I see that, but it would just be more of a hassle to take them back to the store.” I sigh as all of a sudden Koko seems to look at me as if something just now registered in his mind before he gazes back at the other boy who was looking down at his feet fiddling with the once more empty glass.
I could tell Koko wasn’t looking at the boy, but rather the state of Arturo’s clothing. He looks back towards me smiling toothily his eyes lighting up even more so with mirth and playfulness.
“Oh…yeah…I suppose it would be a hassle and all to take it back that far; especially, since you said you weren’t going to be in that area for a long time.” Koko pauses as he turns towards me winking his left eye making me furl my eyebrows wondering how the hell he had picked up on this so fast. “Anyway…maybe you can find someone else it might fit so it won’t go to waste.” He offers up innocently making me smile inwardly as I see Arturo glancing over towards us.
“Yeah…I think that would be a good idea. Um…to be honest it looks like they could fit Arty here.” I offer as I hold the shirt up towards the twelve year old boy who just looks down at it, before looking up shaking his head blushing with discomfiture.
“No Mr. Will…I…really I couldn’t. I mean Mom would have a fit.” He tells me as I brush aside his comment motioning for him to stand up as I hold the pair of shorts up against him nodding my head.
“Yup, perfect fit. Koko go inside and take the tags off of everything so I can keep them all together with yours.” I suggest as I hand the bag back to the smaller boy who scoots away to do as told. “Arturo, why don’t you finish up and then call it a day, but don’t leave before taking the clothes with you.” I instruct him holding up my hand before he could protest. “Just take it with you and when your mom has her fit she can call me.” I tell him as his mouth just opens and closes shut not knowing how to respond to my suggestion.
“That was a really nice thing you did for Arty.” Koko tells me as we are standing in the kitchen while I put some hot pockets on a tray for dinner.
“I’m really proud of you too Koko. That was quick thinking on your part and it helped me explain a way for him to accept the clothes. His family has hit a sort of rough patch this past year. Arturo’s dad passed away from a heart attack, and he was the main provider in the family. He used to work on my garden making it so beautiful. I hired Arty the other day because my garden was just getting trashed, and to be honest my green thumb doesn’t work.” I chuckle teasingly. “Besides, Arturo was feeling bad because he’s the youngest and everyone else is able to help out with him not able to contribute like the others. So I killed two birds with one stone…or rather two black thumbs.” I wink my eye at Koko who just laughs.
“Yeah, but what about his mom?” He asks me just as the phone rings forcing me to roll my eyes at the timing while he laughs watching me look at the caller I.D. before I click the talk button.
“Hello Elena, can you hold for a moment.” I answer the phone while Koko grins and mouths ‘you are in so much trouble,’ making me smile back shaking my head.
“Why don’t you hop in the shower Koko to get cleaned up?” I tell the smaller boy who shrugs his shoulders but seems to think it a good a time as any to freshen up.
It only takes me a few minutes to convince Arturo’s mom that it was just for the best. Beside, I couldn’t have my gardener growing right out of his clothes in front of my eyes I had teased her. I assured her it had been some mistake at the store, but everything was on sale so it would be a shame to have to haul it all back. She asked me about Koko and I sort of gave her the short version promising to fill her in on the rest.
As I was telling her about Koko I had drifted over towards the bathroom door hearing the drone of the water from the shower. The smaller boy had left the door open making me wonder what it was about these kids who didn’t bother shutting their doors. I reached out wanting close it when I heard the smaller boy make a squeaking sound catching me by surprise. I don’t know why it would, but I guess I hadn’t expected Koko to already be doing that sort of thing.
My eyes shift to the mirror noticing the telltale signs of a boy in the throes of an orgasm as he began to thrust his hips forward his entire body shaking. Through the hazy glass I could tell he had skinned his small rigid pecker, and I just gawked for a moment wondering if he squirted yet. The whole incident had happened within moments before I finally caught myself gawking, closing the door silently to leave the boy alone in this private moment.
There must have been a pause with the conversation because I heard Elena asking me if everything was alright. I told her that I was just checking up on Koko, and asked her to continue. She paused for a second then told me how excited Arturo had been about meeting the younger boy, and how he had hoped that they could become friends maybe getting together to play sometime. We both agreed it would be a good idea.
It was during this chat that I finally raised the subject with her concerning Arturo’s development. I’ve known Elena for a long time now, but normally this would be a conversation I’d have had with her husband. Of course I broached the whole puberty thing in a tactful way letting her know Arty was beginning to wonder about certain things bringing them up with me.
Elena admitted that she’s been noticing some things as well, but admitted she wasn’t equipped to help him out. In the end she thought it a good idea that if her son was comfortable talking about these things with me then it would be alright to do so. I told Elena I’d keep her informed, but also warned that certain things I would keep private because I didn’t want to compromise Arty’s confidence in me. She was perfectly fine with it letting me know she trusted my judgment of discretion on such matters. We hung up the phone with both of us promising to allow the kids to get to know one another.
Making my way over to Koko’s bathroom door I knocked on it. “Hey Koko…um…is it alright if I come in.” I shout out hearing a reply in the affirmative so open the door to step inside a room filled with steam. “Um…I just wanted to get the stuff out of the dryer and put in the wet stuff. I’ve got one more load for the washer.” I told him as I made my way over to the washer and dryer just as Koko turned off the shower.
As I take the stuff out of the dryer I glance over admiring Koko’s sexy looking body along with his now limp noodle making me smile realizing he had managed to satisfy his little boy needs. ‘Boys,’ I think to myself. ‘In the end we just can’t resist our little boyish urges,’ I chuckle to myself as I continue to sneak glances towards his way. His little boy penis looked a little reddish as if it had been worked pretty vigorously, but then again I’m not sure when last he had the opportunity to take care of his little problem. The boy seemed to be oblivious about my scrutiny as he continued to dry himself off.
At some point I would need to talk with him about closing the doors, but not now or it could embarrass him if he realizes I already know all about him masturbating. It’s one thing to be more open about his nudity in front of others, but it was something different getting caught jacking off; especially, by an adult so I’d have to be careful about the topic of closing doors for the time being. He already had demonstrated his ability to pick up on the subtle things.
If there was one thing I was figuring out about this kid is that he had a good head on his shoulders being able to put two and two together. This realization also made me pause for a moment forcing me to make a mental note that I’d have to be careful so he doesn’t figure out who I really am. At least not until I get a chance to work things out so I could tell him in an appropriate fashion.
There was some movement next to me as I look down noticing Koko was standing there with the towel wrapped around his waist. “Can I help?” He asks me as I smile lifting him up onto the heap of dry clothes sitting on top of the warm machine.
“Nah,” I told him closing the dryer door while reaching around him setting the timer before shoving the last of the stuff into the wash machine. “I’m just about done here, and I can fold up the sheets after we eat.” I tell him as Koko shifts around on top of the warm pile so he could remove the towel wrapped around his waist handing it over to me.
“You might as well toss that in too.” He giggles as he sits there with his legs swinging back and forth completely naked while I just shake my head sighing at the boy no longer completely surprised by his uninhibited nature.
Tossing the towel with the rest of the whites, I add the detergent and start the machine before stepping in front of the naked boy placing my hands on either side of him so we were looking eye to eye. “Um…listen Koko…you really aren’t embarrassed or anything about…um…this?” I ask him waving my hand at his nakedness. “I mean…were you like this at home too? I mean…I guess some kids are and all, but still Koko, I’m just curious and all since we have just sort of met?” I asked him not wanting the boy to be uncomfortable, but also needing to know why he doesn’t seem to mind so much.
The boy just looks down at himself giving his little Willy a tug before looking back up shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know Mr. Will. I mean I never really thought about it and all…well at least not when I was at home. I guess it really didn’t matter when I was at home if I walked around naked.” He replied as he seemed to think about it.
“I see, and what about friends or others who come over?” I ask him as he scrunched his eyes mulling it over in his mind.
“Geeze, to be honest I guess it sort of depended. Some of our family friends that have known me for a while I didn’t mind if they saw me. I guess most of the time when people were over I got dressed if I was running around naked or in my undies, but I guess with close friends it just sort of depended I suppose. I mean I’ve never really thought about it. Does this mean I have to stay dressed at your house?” He asks me seemingly disappointed in some ways as I just pause for a moment my turn to mull things over.
“I don’t know Koko…I mean it sort of depends. I just can’t understand why you are so open…you know with being naked around here and all?” I ask him as he sort of thinks on it some more.
“Um…I never even thought twice about it Mr. Will. I guess in a way it sort of feels like home around here. I’ll be sure to stay dressed though…if that’s what you want.” He told me seriously seeming somehow kind of sad about it.
“No Koko it’s alright. I just wanted to know is all and I guess in a way it is a compliment that you feel safe and comfortable in my home. Don’t think twice about it anymore, and just do what you are comfortable with, but if someone does come over I think it best if you do get dressed.” I suggested to him, which seemed to make him happy as he reached out giving me a hug.
“Thanks Mr. Will…for everything. I mean…I’m not sure why but I do feel good when I’m here…you know…like I’m home. It’s not like that all the time for me, and it usually takes a while for me to warm up to new people. Sometimes it’s different though…like with you, this house, and even Arty. I can’t explain it. Daddy used to tease me all the time at how shy I would be most times with new people while at other times he couldn’t shut me up when I met new people. He said I had a knack for knowing who to really trust.” Koko stated shrugging giving it no further thought as he hopped down butt naked before walking out the door into his room leaving me to mull over his recent comments.
All the while my eyes continued to follow him shaking my head at such a beautiful boy. He was just too damn cute, and had such a killer body. From behind I could see the strength of his physique. He didn’t have any bulging muscles or anything, but you could see them rippling around a little as he moved lithely out the door.
“Hey…Koko,” I hollered after him coming back to my senses, “dinner should be ready here in a minute so hurry up.” I told him as I made my way into the kitchen.
It was just a simple dinner tonight so I promised Koko that I would fix up something nice tomorrow. We chatted about just every day things as he told me about his dad and gymnastics. He was still fairly young when his mom, aunt, and grandmother died, but he did remember them and his dad had often talked about them showing him pictures and videos keeping their memories alive. After dinner we settled down on the couch with him curled up in my arms. He had slipped into his pajama shorts, but opted to go without a shirt. I guess it was warmer in the house than he was used to, but I explained to him why I kept it that way with him thinking it made sense. I enjoyed sitting on the couch with him snuggled up next to me while I ran my fingers through his soft silky hair playfully as we casually talked about the day’s events. We had been sitting on the couch for about thirty minutes when the doorbell rang.
Opening up the door I was kind of surprised to see Mary standing there with Tim who smiled broadly at me immediately giving me a hug. “Hey buddy,” I laughed leaning over kissing him on the top of his head. “What are you guys doing here?” I asked as Mary just shook her head at me admonishingly.
“What’s this I hear about you just staying home for vacation? What sort of nonsense is that?” She chided me stepping inside the doorway as I merely sighed knowing I shouldn’t have left that cryptic phone message.
“Oh…hey,” Tim’s voice carried getting our attention as we glanced towards the older boy who was addressing Koko standing a few feet away.
Mary looked at the smaller boy before glancing towards me with a questioning look in her eyes as I motioned I would explain later. “Oh…um Koko this is Mary and her son Tim.” I introduced everyone as Koko first stepped up to Mary shaking her hand and then to Tim giving the older boy a knuckle bump. “Um…Koko will be staying here for a bit until we can get some things straightened out.” I stated by way of initial explanations.
Tim didn’t seem to think anything odd of the situation as he just sort of piped in. “Hey Uncle Will…do you think Koko and I can go swimming or something? It’s still warm outside.” He offered up as I looked at the younger boy who didn’t seem like he wanted to go swimming for some reason. Perhaps he was a bit frazzled by all the sunshine today, and it was still bright and hot outside at the moment.
“Um Tim I’m not sure that is such a good idea. Koko’s not used to the heat yet and he’s been in the sun all day long. It’s still a bit chilly and cold where he flew in from yesterday. I’m also sure that even though he had a good night’s sleep his internal clock hasn’t totally adjusted either. Where he lives it is already three in the morning.” I explained seeing the confused look on Mary’s face.
“Whoa…way cool. Where did you fly in from?” Tim asked Koko who shrugged his shoulders.
“Frankfurt, Germany.” He answered simply before turning towards me. “Mr. Will would it be alright if Tim and I go into the gym? I’ve been really neglecting my workout schedule ever since…um…you know,” he looked down at his feet a bit sad at having to remember about his dad. “I mean, maybe Tim wants to work out a little too?” He offered up hoping Tim wouldn’t mind.
“Oh cool Uncle Will. That would be great and we will be careful. Besides, our coaches have been on our asses to get some more time in with the weights and all.” Tim finished off as Mary shot her son one of those mother kinds of looks at his use of language.
“Timothy Pritchard Edwards…,” she admonished her son showing her utter displeasure by the use of his full name. “How many times have I told you not to use profanity?” She scolded her son while Koko tried to stifle a little giggle behind his hand.
To be honest I wasn’t sure if Koko was laughing at Tim’s middle name or just the situation in general. Personally I was trying not to laugh at both having difficulty keeping a straight face. That is until Mary shot me a scolding look as well.
Tim didn’t seem to bat an eye as he just shrugged his shoulder in that typical infuriating teenage way. “Awe mom, I’m not the one who said that, I’m just telling you what the coach told us is all.” He replied smugly as his mom just rolled her eyes sighing exasperated.
Before she could say anything more I came to Tim’s rescue. “That will be just fine boys, and it will give me a chance to sit down to have a chat with your mom about other things than work for a change.” I chuckled no longer able to hold it in as I directed Mary towards the kitchen while the boys headed to the corner of the house with all the gym equipment.
Grabbing a bottle of wine and some glasses I steered Mary outside into a cool shaded spot by the pool so we could talk. She wanted to know what was going on so I told her about Koko’s dad, and how he had put me down as the legal guardian until I could either take him into my home or find one for him. I could tell she was curious wanting more details about how it had all come to pass, not to mention how I knew his father, but she didn’t pry which I appreciated. There were a lot of things about my past I tended to keep to myself, and the relationship with Koko’s dad was one of those things. After about thirty minutes of general chit chat I decided we better check up on the boys. We headed inside and Mary gasped when she saw Koko as he once more went through similar moves he had done earlier in the day.
Tim was sitting on the bench staring at the younger boy his mouth open in awe at the ease and effortlessness of how the wiry boy seemed to transition from one position to the other. The smaller boy appeared at ease with the impossible moves and contortions as his legs and body remained suspended in the air at all times. At one point Koko’s legs spread apart pointing towards us, and we all got a good eyeful of his little boy bits dangling between his strong legs before he moved on to the next position. I suppose he hadn’t bothered putting on underwear beneath his pajama shorts.
Tim shuddered for a moment as if the boy’s brief exposed nakedness was kind of turning him on. I guess seeing Koko like this was sort of a turn on, and as I glanced over towards Mary I saw she was blushing a little at being able to see Koko’s little boy bits like that even if it had been brief. Of course we all knew it was just something that happened and completely innocent, yet it was still an eye opener for our two guests to say the least. A few tense moments later Koko finished up as we all just stood around amazed.
“Holy crap dude…that’s…um…that’s like totally wicked. How the hell do you do it…I mean I’m pretty damn strong, but there’s no way in hell I could do something like that for real. You are the bomb.” Tim crooned getting up so he could give the younger boy a congratulatory high five who seemed to blush at the compliment while also appreciating it coming from an older boy.
“Timothy Pritchard Edwards that’s the last straw. I told you time and time again about that mouth of yours. I think we will be having a long talk later on tonight young man.” Mary began before I interjected.
“Oh come on for real Mary. He was just talking like most typical teenagers do with other kids around, and it isn’t as if he really used any bad language. Don’t get mad at him, just let me have a talk with him the next time he’s around. This is just sort of a guy kind of thing anyway. I promise we will have a real talk about it and all. How about it…deal?” I asked her as she just looked from me to her son.
“You are one lucky young man to have Will here defending you like this. You’ve got a deal, but if he doesn’t straighten up then the next time there will be consequences.” She promised as she just shook her head while trying to find where she had put her purse.
In the meantime Tim rolled his eyes and mouthed ‘thank you,’ to me while I just smiled shaking my head. A short while later it was just Koko and myself all alone in the house again. The younger boy seemed smitten with the older boy wanting to know all about him, and why he called me Uncle Will and all. I told him how Mary and her son were like family to me, and how I had in some ways raised Tim. He thought that was pretty cool, and also seemed to like how Tim seemed to enjoy the odd kinds of sports like lacrosse. We talked a long time as we laughed and joked around until it really was time for him to go to bed.
Picking up the boy in my arms I took him to his room sitting him down on his bed. He hitched up his hips and pulled off his pajama bottoms before sliding under the covers completely naked. At this point it no longer surprised me as I began tucking him in not making a big deal of it, and for his part he mentioned how he appreciated being able to sleep naked again. Without me asking why he simply explained to me on his own how he hated wearing anything at all to bed because they always seemed to get twisted up around his small body during the night.
When he was placed in a home after his father passed away he sort of had to wear them, and he understood why, but still he had hated it. He said he didn’t mind wearing something to bed if it was only for one night like when his friends were over or something. After all it would be kind of weird sleeping in the same bed naked, but it was simply too uncomfortable for him to wear them all the time, and he couldn’t get used to it. He then asked if it would be alright if I cuddled with him for a while so I smiled at him as I moved my body up next to him gently running my fingers through his hair. We chatted for a few minutes like this, and at one point while I talked in soft tender tones he finally drifted off to sleep.
He looked so adorably sweet lying there in bed the features on his face seemingly relaxed in his slumber. I continued to run my fingers through his hair as I leaned down gently giving him a kiss him on the lips. He still tasted like hot chocolate to me, and I wondered if it was now a subconscious thing or if he truly tasted this sweet. Everything about him reminded me of his father and how special our relationship had been together. As I watched Koko in his sleep my heart melted, and I knew I was falling for the little boy in a tender loving kind of way. There was that sort of natural connection between us I simply couldn’t explain away. I wanted to reach out holding him in my arms protecting him in every way. There was a heartfelt kind of love there between us, very strong like it had been with his father, but also in many ways different. Just as deep, but also unique.
It would be so easy to just claim him and bring him into my life, but I knew this just wouldn’t be fair to the boy. He deserved both a father and mother who could look after him in a loving home. I’m sure I could love him like a son, but at this stage in my life I don’t think I was ready to have an older boy simply insert himself into my home like this. There were sure to be complications with us living together. He wasn’t my biological son, and I’m sure there would be a background check and everything into my personal life.
Sure it would be easier than trying to adopt a child through an agency since Koko’s father had stipulate his intent of having me taking in his son. He had the preparations done legally, but there would still be a background check that could kind of be a bit uncomfortable for me if they dug deep enough. He even made it perfectly clear in the documentations that it didn’t matter what my status was regarding being married or single, not to mention my sexual orientation either. There were other similar declarations regarding financial status and such. Basically, the typical mumbo jumbo to aid in getting things passed through a court system without a hitch.
There was also the issue of me looking at options of starting my very own family. I wanted a son of my very own that is tied to me biologically, and going this route wouldn’t create such close scrutiny. After all this would be done through the miracles of modern medicine, and there is the whole patient and doctor privilege aspect to things. In addition, it would be strictly legal in the eyes of the court. How fair would it be to Koko if I brought someone into our lives while I was also trying to give him a stable life at the same time?
It was all just too confusing for me at the moment, but I still had some time until we had to do anything. For now I could be there for him allowing him to acclimate back into things here in the states. I still had to deal with the court system in Illinois, but for now Koko was in safe hands until all the arrangements could be made. Coco, the boy’s father, had made sure all legal documents were in order giving me complete control of what was to happen with his son. Until I had been located Koko was the ward of the state of Illinois, and he still was, but I have complete say in what is to become of the boy unless Illinois could prove I’m unfit in this capacity. The court didn’t have a foot to stand on in this regard despite me being gay. I checked over all the legal work myself, and was satisfied that everything was in order. Coco had hired himself a top notch legal firm. It was a good thing too because I’m sure things could have gone very differently for the small boy.
Several days sort of slipped by as I grew closer and closer to the boy. Tim has been coming over after his lacrosse practice almost every day as the boys seem to also become connected in a sort of older and younger brother kind of way. I had hoped Arturo would be able to make it over as well to play with Koko, but one of his sisters had some sort of event going on so he just wasn’t able to get over for the moment other than to work a little in the garden. During those times while Arturo worked and Koko helped, the two chatted away becoming fast friends.
We settled into a routine, but I could see Koko was starting to become anxious. I knew he had questions about what was going to happen with him, but he wasn’t pushing for answers just yet. It had to be difficult for him, but he appeared happy enough to be with me for now as we both seemed to bond closer to one another. In some ways this was nice, but in other ways it could make things more difficult.
Now as I hung up the phone there’s another dilemma I had to deal with. Looking over at the clock it was around eight in the morning. Lately both Koko and I have been able to sleep in a little longer, and I’m finding it a bit refreshing. Biting my lower lip I’m not sure what I should do when there’s a soft knocking noise on the door.
“Yeah,” I holler out as the door opens up and Koko sticks his head inside looking over to see if I’m up yet. He smiles before bolting past the door leaping into my arms, and I chuckle because he at least had slipped on a pair of his underwear as he hugs me and snuggles up his body against mine.
“Good morning Uncle Will,” he sighs having changed how he refers to me, which for some reason sort of made us seem somehow closer.
“Hey my little munchkin,” I reply as we tumble on to the bed before I roll us over on our sides.
We are facing each other as I ruffle his hair affectionately. “So what are we going to do today?” He asks me as I sort of sigh making him scrunch up his eyes seemingly able to read the conflict inside of me. “What’s wrong?” He asks as I smile at him.
“Nothing really…I mean…at least nothing bad or anything, just that I received a phone call from a potential client who’s company is over in Europe. They are branching out and need a corporate law firm to handle their legal issues in the states. We are in the running with another big firm from St. Louis, Missouri. Evidently the CEO is over there right now, but he seems to be having issues with this other law firm so wants to meet up with me. The only problem is that he is leaving in a couple of days and doesn’t want to fly over here, and then have to fly back to Europe.” I explain as he seems to know what I’m getting at.
“Well then you will just have to go over there.” He states in a matter of fact way as I just smile at his simplistic way of looking at things.
“Yeah all fine and dandy, and what about you?” I ask him while he mouths the word ‘oh,’ as it sinks in that I just can’t leave him alone. “No worries though, I’ve got a plan.” I tell him as I tickle him catching him by surprise as he begins to squeal. He ends up popping an erection, and I see his little tool pressing up against the flimsy fabric. He’s laughing so hard I see a tiny little wet spot form at the tip of his hard outline so I stop as we both continue to laugh lying on our backs looking up at the ceiling. Glancing over at him I see the boy slipping his hand beneath the tight waistband of his little boy’s bikini brief to adjust himself into a more comfortable position.
Not able to resist I reach over running my hands lightly over his shoulders before doing the same along his chest and stomach. He sighs closing his eyes enjoying the tender moment between us.
“You know, St. Louis is right on the border to Illinois and only about thirty minutes from O’Banyon so not that far away?” I state as he scrunches up his eyebrows questioningly. “I need to make an appearance in front of the family court system over there, which I actually think is in Belleville instead of O’Banyon, so I might just take care of two birds with one stone you know.” I add as the look in his eyes becomes a little worried. “It’s alright Koko…just some legal formalities. I need to get your case reassigned to over here so that you can continue to stay here with me for now since it had been your father’s request. Honest Koko…this is just a formality and won’t change anything…alright?” I tell him as he nods his head. “Good boy, now let’s grab some breakfast.” I sigh as we both get up off the bed.
I’ve already been in contact with the proper agencies both in Illinois and over here in Arizona sending off the proper legal documentation. However, I still needed to appear in front of the judge in Illinois to get things done in a legally binding manner. It’s mostly all just red tape and formalities because there haven’t been any legal challenges from anyone or the state.
The solution to my dilemma had been simple enough; although, Mary wasn’t all too happy about it. Not because she would be watching over the boy, but rather because it would be Tim taking care of Koko while she accompanied me on the trip to Missouri. She was always an integral part of my meetings keeping tabs of all the essential research knowing exactly where all the important documents were located. Of course I could handle these meetings alone if necessary, but these conferences tended to be very stressful and trying. Things seemed to run smoothly when she was around. With her sharp mind and whit she was an integral part of the deals I tended to make.
It would only be for three nights, but still it concerned her. It was one thing for her to leave her son alone, but for him to be responsible for another boy made her nervous. I had pointed out how Tim was a very responsible teenager while Koko was also very well behaved, not to mention that the two boys seemed to get along. I had considered having Elena watch him, but she was up to her ears planning her daughter’s quinceanera. This was a ceremony on a girl’s fifteenth birthday to mark her passage to womanhood, to give thanks to God for his blessings, and to present a young woman to the community. It was one of the most important ceremonies in the Mexican culture. It was still a week away, but her house was already bulging with families coming in from all over keeping her way too overburdened to add to her stress by asking her to look after Koko.
So with strict instructions for the boys, and Elena agreeing to check up on the boys along with some of our other neighbors, we had set out for St. Louis. To my surprise it was much easier to seal the deal than I had expected. The CEO wasn’t satisfied with the other firm so had quickly agreed to have our firm represent them. We only had to work out all of the minor details, but he had to get back to Germany, so had left his colleague behind to hammer out these minor issues. It would still take a couple of days to get everything set into place.
Explaining my dilemma concerning Koko to the CEO I asked if it would be alright for Mary to take care of these along with his colleague. I needed to get to the family court in Belleville, Illinois in order to resolve legal issues regarding having the court transfer the case to Phoenix, and also for them to recognize my status as the legal guardian until such time as a suitable resolution could be found. He didn’t find any objection to it noting that any final agreement would have to go through both him and the board members of my firm anyway.
So I had left Mary in charge. She had objected at first, but I reminder her about the scholarship and how she had a lot to gain with this deal, so it was in her best interested to find an equitable balance for both sides. The following day I headed just across the border into Illinois, and made an appearance in family court. The judge looked over all the paperwork and without a fuss agreed this would be in the best interest for Koko so had first granted my petition for full guardianship over the boy before transferring the case to the state of Arizona. With nothing more to do I went ahead and booked a flight back home figuring this would be a good opportunity for Mary to get her feet wet with more responsibilities for the firm.
By the time I got home on the second day it was early evening. It was quiet in the house as I walked through the doors heading towards my room. I knew Tim had planned to take Koko with him today to his Lacrosse practice which would have taken up a good chunk of their day. I had left a message on the voicemail when I arrived back home at the airport figuring the boys had probably been swimming in the pool or something. I could hear the television set going in the extra bedroom through the open doorway so stuck my head in to say hi to the boys.
Everything just seemed to stop in that one moment as once more shock slammed into me. It seemed inevitable these days that the boys in my life were going to give me a heart attack sooner or later. I don’t know why it surprised me at all since I’ve been there before myself, but still I guess I hadn’t expected it from Tim, not since we’ve had that discussion not so long ago concerning girls.
My body was frozen rooted in place. My mind screamed for me to get out, but I just couldn’t move for a moment. Koko was laying on his back completely naked propped up with pillows and his beautiful one and a half inch hard penis pointing up towards his head. His pointing finger and thumb were gently moving up and down along the length of his short thin hard tube skinning his foreskin in the process exposing his deep purplish acorn shaped knob. My whole body seemed to thrum with excitement as Koko masturbated himself looking to be very close to blowing his cork.
My gaze traveled upwards with my eyes settled on the nakedness of Tim leaning forward as his fingers were wrapped around the iron spokes of the headboard. His hips were rocking forwards as he slowly slid his rigid spit covered fourteen year old spike in and out of Koko’s eager mouth. It stunned me to see the eleven year old take the entire four and a half inch length into his mouth as the sexy slurping sounds almost made me cream my own pants.
Both Koko and Tim were grunting and sweating, their slicked up bodies glistening in the dim lighting of the room. Tim was moaning now, and I could see his testicles start to contract before the older boy slowed down not wanting to go over the edge just yet.
“Oh shit…oh shit…not yet,” I heard Tim protest just as Koko’s eyes lit upon me and he nearly choked in shock.
Both boys all of a sudden yelped in surprise spurring me into action finally as I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Oh crap…um…shit… I…um…,” I manage to stutter blushing crimson red as I made a hasty retreat out of the room making my way into the living room.
This situation had caught me completely by surprise, but as I thought about it I didn’t know why it should. After all I wasn’t all that much younger than Tim and only a little older than Koko when I began doing things too. Of course Tim was three years older than Koko, but for some reason the age thing really didn’t bother me at all. I guess maybe it was just the surprise of it all because as I’ve just noted the last time I had a heart to heart talk with Tim he was into girls.
I heard a rustling noise which took me out of my musings as I look up noticing that Tim had thrown on an oversized shirt. He was just sort of standing there looking very crestfallen and a bit frightened like a deer caught in headlights. I wasn’t sure, but it looked as if he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and had just tossed the T-shirt over his body. I recognized the white shirt as being one of my old double extra large ones that I had bought at some concert years ago. Way too big of course, but that is all they had left at the time when I bought one on a whim.
When Tim was little he used to wear it as a night shirt literally swimming around inside of it. The shirt had hung nearly down to his ankle the first time he wore it. These days it came only down several inches above his knees. In a way it was kind of sexy looking on him as the outline of his bulge and semi-hard erection was visible beneath the flimsy material.
“Um…Uncle Will…I…uh…I’m so sorry.” Tim blurts out as he runs over to me and throws his arms around me. “I…I’ve never ever done anything like this before…I mean…this was like…you know…the first time for both of us and all…so please don’t be mad. I’m really sorry…but…but…Uncle Will…it’s Koko…he…he’s really upset…and…I…I’m not sure what’s going on…but…please Uncle Will…you need to go check up on him…I’m really sorry about everything.” Tim tells me a bit frantically very concerned about his little charge.
My body tenses up and alarm bells go off in my head when Tim tells me about Koko. I pull back from the older boy gently patting his cheeks affectionately as he just looks up with a few teardrops pooling at the edges of his eyes. He looks very disappointed in himself, and I know he needs to be comforted and reassured, but he would have to wait for now.
“It’s alright Tim I’m not mad…we will talk in a few…but I have to check on Koko first.” I told him softly as I made my way into Koko’s room.
Glancing over my shoulders I could see Tim’s entire body slumping as if he were totally dejected, not to mention a bit wiped out from the sudden spiral downwards from his euphoric high he had been riding and just about to crest. It broke my heart knowing he was suffering too, not to mention probably beginning to ache all up inside of his balls. I knew here real soon he would be suffering with what I figured would be a grand case of blue balls, but from the sounds of things Tim was really concerned about Koko at the moment. Something must be terribly wrong for the older boy to be that upset.
As I entered the room I saw Koko sitting up by the headboard of his bed with his legs drawn up to his chest. His naked body was glistening with sweat as he shivered uncontrollably. With his legs drawn up like that his small leathery satchel was squished up between his thighs as his little hazelnut sized testicles seemed to protest with the constrictiveness around them from the stretched out skin. The tip of his foreskin seemed to be pressed up against the top part of his tight testicles as well making me wonder for a split second if he was cutting off the blood circulation to his little tube.
Tears were streaming down the poor boy’s cheeks, and when he finally looked up at me he began to cry in earnest his poor little heart breaking. “P…please…I…I’m…s-s-s-so…so sorry,” he managed to get out between hiccups and big huge sobs. “P…pl…please d…don’t send me a…away.” He finished off as a big moan escaped his throat and he just curled up in a ball on his side and began to cry intensely.
Huge sobs racked his tiny body, and it sounded like he couldn’t breathe as a guttural like awful noise seemed to be wrenched from out of his throat. I immediately crawled into bed next to him wrapping my arms around him protectively.
“It’s alright Koko…just breath for me sweetie. Koko please just settle down and breathe.” I crooned at him softly as his whole body seemed to convulse and shake. “Don’t do this Koko…just breathe,” I tried again when all of a sudden he seemed to gasp and gulp down some air into his lungs. He continued to cry normally at this point as I tried to console him. “I’m not mad at you Koko and I’m not sending you away.” I whispered in his ear trying to calm him down.
I continued to hold him in my arms whispering softly in his ear soothingly. He probably didn’t understand a word I was saying, but it seemed to comfort him. Slowly he calmed down and a hushed silence filled the room. His breathing became even and his body began to relax. All I could do for now was to just be there for him. A similar thing had happened to his father as my memories went back to that awful day as well.
In some ways it had been awful, but in other ways it had been so wonderful as well because it was a critical point in our relationship. The image of Coco began to invade my mind as I closed my eyes and breathed in the Koko snuggled up in my arms. His scent propelled me back into the past. Not to the exact moment that was similar to this situation, but just prior to the moment that set the stage for the big blowup that was to follow.
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End of Chapter Five
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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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Tossing and turning, I sighed looking at the clock. I’ve been used to getting up early in the morning for years now so I just couldn’t sleep any longer. It was just a little after five in the morning as I threw aside my covers heading into the bathroom to relieve my churn bladder that was making my balls and hard erection ache. My small sleek man like pecker always seemed to be hard as a rock first thing in the morning, and my balls always hung down low from the heat of my bed as I slept during the night. I had discovered a long time ago that warmth tends to make a guy’s pouch drop down a bit.
After Arturo left yesterday I had puttered around doing a bit of house cleaning working quietly so I wouldn’t wake up my small guest slumbering in the next room. I had stripped my bedding replacing it with fresh ones making a mental note I should do the same for Koko in the morning after he got up. Tossing the bedding along with my dirty clothes in the utility portion of the extra bathroom I noticed it was still fairly early in the evening so I set about to doing some baking. I’ve always enjoyed cooking and baking when I had the time, so now decided to make some tasty treats for the boy to snack on the next day. While at the store I had picked up some brownie and chocolate chip cookie mixes. I remembered that my Coco from years past had enjoyed some sweet treats like these so figured this duplicate ‘mini-me’ version of him would as well.
While the treats baked in the oven I had continued to clean up heading over towards my little workout area. Looking around at some of the loose weights scattered about I began to put them away. It was merely a small gym area in a section of the house I had sort of left alone without too much remodeling. I had left it alone for the most part so it continued to retain that sort of warehouse look with such things as metal rods higher up still attached to the metal pole columns. They were very secure so I had never bothered to take them down kind of appreciating how it added to the ambiance of this space keeping it looking more like a typical gym and workout area. I had left the concrete floors in place opting to strategically set down some gym mats around the area.
In addition to free weights I also had a few machines like one of those stationary bicycles and elliptical tread mills. The central piece of my equipment was a Steelbody T-Rack. It was a great body resistance and free weight gym setup featuring individual training stations for different types of resistance methods. This included an Olympic barbell station, suspended rings, and a suspension station. I could easily track progress on the monitoring station or store unused weights on conveniently placed storage posts.
In essence it was a heavy-duty power cage for total body strengthening and conditioning made with a thick wall steel tube structure, durable coated and chrome plated finish, and industrial grade component parts for a lifetime of heavy use. It just sort of fit in my small gym helping to keep me in shape more than most of the other types of equipment because it provided me with numerous training alternatives. It had an Olympic barbell training station with height adjustments and “gravity lock” bar catches, multiple chin up station with various knurled gripping access, monkey bars for ring and suspension training, dip and push up grip handles with adjustable height, foot roller lock down for sit ups and crunches, steel “U” rungs for battle rope training, and finally dual tray storage for dumbbells, kettlebells and medicine balls. It was a really nice setup, and even though I used it fairly often I still felt it was underutilized.
By the time I finished up with baking and cleaning up the house a little it was getting to be about the time to hit the sack. At first it was difficult to fall asleep as my mind kept on whirling around the events of the last couple of days. Between Tim and Arturo my body just seemed constantly on edge. Then there was Koko who was the spitting image of his father. It brought many fond memories of my first real sexual experience and partner along with worries as to what was going to happen to the boy. Soon enough though, the day’s events and excitement was enough to overcome my conscious mind as I slumbered fitfully in my sleep throughout the night.
Now as I gazed at the reflection in the mirror while I brushed my teeth I could tell the telltale signs of a fitful night. Sighing I decide maybe if I took a shower I wouldn’t look so bad. Turning on the spigot I adjusted the temperature enjoying the hot water as it flowed over my body. Before long my fingers found their way down between my legs as I began to work on my own needs. The images of Tim and Arturo kept invading my thoughts along with Coco’s beautiful body when we were younger. Needless to say it didn’t take long for me to blow my cork, and it was a doozy as my entire insides seemed to turn upside down trying to expel about a hundred gallons of my high grade rocket fuel in one go.
It’s been years since I’ve been so amped up with sexual urges. Even though I’ve had some intimate relationships as an adult they’ve been sporadic at best. My hectic college schedule followed immediately by my employment right after that had sort of put a damper in the whole sex department. That isn’t to say I haven’t had any, just that it was erratic and short lived at best.
Rinsing away my goopy mess I stepped out of the shower stall, dried off, and slipped into something comfortable. Gathering together the wet towel and my dirty clothes, I bunched them up in my arms as I head out my door into the other bathroom to dump the dirty laundry. It was still early, but I figured that Koko would probably be up by now having recuperated from the long flight over.
Pushing on the open door of the shared bathroom utility room I stepped inside getting ready to flip on the light switch. That’s when I noticed the humidity inside the bathroom and also that the lights were already on. I detected some movement by the tub so automatically looked over stopping dead in my tracks. Just as I entered the doorway, Koko had been sliding open the glass door to the shower stall standing there dripping wet completely naked. His gentle eyes shifted towards me while I just stood there rooted in place gaping for a moment not knowing what to say or do as his sleek small body glistened wetly.
My eyes instinctively glanced between his legs, and my body shook excitedly as the splendor of his nakedness was exposed to me for the very first time giving me an eyeful of him in all his glory. Koko was just as I had remembered his father all those years ago. He had the same small sized one inch flaccid fleshy penis with a small but sagging boy pouch hanging between his legs just like his father’s with one slight difference. In that brief glimpse I noticed he wasn’t cut; instead, still being very much intact with a very thin piece of foreskin at the tip end of his penis. It was wrapped around his soft thin tube tightly like a sausage wrapper, and hung past the unmistakable outline of his knob about a half an inch. The half inch skin that dangled past the tip of his penis seemed long on such a small thing that probably only measured one inch discounting his foreskin.
It seemed strange that he wasn’t circumcised. After all he was born in the states, the Midwest to boot, so plenty of rednecks around. Not to mention his dad was cut, so it sort of seemed so out of character. Then again his mother was from Europe where kids tend to be intact so I guess it must have been her influence that spared his delicates the blade.
Ripping my eyes from the luscious sight I managed to look up into his eyes noticing him watching me curiously without saying a word. “I…um…crap…I mean shoot,” I managed to get out finally immediately turning my back to him facing the clothes washer and dryer. “I…um…I’m so sorry Koko. I…uh…should have knocked first…it’s just that I’m not used to having someone over and all.” I sighed apologetically.
“That’s alright Mr. Everharte…I don’t mind. Daddy and me used to take a bath together all the time when I didn’t take one at the sports center which had plenty of guys always taking one too. It’s not like you are a girl or anything.” He stated as I glanced over my shoulder seeing him standing there looking at me not in the least bit embarrassed by the situation or anything.
“Oh…um…I see…but still Koko I should have knocked first before entering to barge in on you. I didn’t know you were out of bed yet figuring I’d get some laundry going.” I told him as he just shrugged his shoulders. “I…um…will just put these down and let you finish up.” I suggested as I headed towards the washer dropping the dirty stuff on the floor on the ever growing pile before turning to make my way out keeping my head and eyes down.
“Um…Mr. Everharte?” Koko spoke up with me turning towards him once more without thinking forcing me to blush for a moment when I realized what happened.
Not wanting to make this an awkward situation for the smaller boy since he seemed comfortable enough, I tried not to respond by turning away my gaze. Instead I just looked at him in the eye nodding my head.
“Yeah Koko.” I responded relieved that my voice remained calm.
“Um…do you think you can find me a towel? I mean, I just hopped in the shower without bothering to look first, but there’s no towel on the rack.” He stated as I glanced over to the empty rod on the wall that normally held a towel.
“Oh crap…I mean shoot Koko,” I stated hearing him giggle at my so called profanity which in turn made me chuckle too as I shook my head. “I’m sorry buddy; I forgot that Tim had come over taking a shower the other day.” I continued to talk as I went over to the linen closet getting him a clean towel.
“That’s alright Mr. Everharte…in a way its good you came in or I’d be wondering where the towels are.” He replied giggling as I returned holding a towel in my hand walking over towards him.
He held his arms out sideways from his body indicating he wanted me to wrap him up in it while I just hesitated for a moment. I used to give Tim a bath all the time with him doing the same thing waiting for me to lift him out of the tub. Leaning forward with the outstretched towel I wrapped up Koko’s slight figure inside of the soft material before lifting him over the edge of the tub. His small feet settled down on the cool tiles, and when I looked up he was smiling coyly at me.
“I suppose you want me to dry you off too?” I chuckled teasingly not expecting the response he provided.
“Yes please Mr. Everharte. Daddy used to dry me off all the time. I kind of miss it.” He replied shyly getting a bit sad for a moment as I gazed at him my heart breaking.
Shaking my head I took a seat on the toilet lid while tugging on his towel effectively pulling over to stand in front of me. With him so close to me I could smell the soapy perfumed fragrance intermingled with his boyish scent wafting over towards me while his body gleamed slickly from the wetness of his recent shower. His smooth silky flawless pale skin was enticingly appealing in the subdued soft glowing style of lighting I had installed in the bathroom making me quiver at the delightfulness of the moment.
“Yeah…I suppose its kind of hard losing your dad like that…you know just all the little things you two used to do together.” I smiled at him as I undraped the towel from around his waist so I could towel him dry. “By the way Mr. Everharte is a mouthful and some of the kids who know me just call me Mr. Will or Uncle Will. Anything is better than Mr. Everharte. I’ve never really gotten used to that name.” I told him seriously because I really never had, which as I thought about it was my own fault after all.
“Oh…alright I suppose.” Koko replied bringing me out of my musings. “I like that a lot better too…um…since it’s alright with you I’ll just call you Mr. Will.” He stated grinning sheepishly as I smiled back at him while continuing to towel him off.
Now that I was so up close to the boy I began to see the minor differences between him and his father. Sure he wasn’t cut like his dad, but there were other things as well like his brown eyes and rounder face. His nose was slightly different too. The facial features of his father were most definitely prominently similar to his own, with just slight variations. They were just little nuances like the mole on the corner of his lower lip instead of his upper lip, different eye color, and his hair was similar only slightly lighter in coloration.
His height and weight were dead on, along with the size of his privates between his legs, other than the whole foreskin issue. Even his sleek physique was the same as his father’s; although, there was something about that which still seemed to elude me. However, to me the big difference was most definitely the eye coloration. His dad’s had been hazel or pale gray to green at times, while Koko’s was a dark brown color. The almond shape, tenderness, and liveliness of his gaze were exactly the same, but the coloration was different.
My mind had been sort of drifting there for a moment with both of us having gotten quiet while I continued to dry him off running the towel over his torso and legs. Currently I was drying off his feet. He had lifted up his left foot first before presenting me with his right one while hanging on to my shoulders bringing us closer together my face nearly in his crotch. It was then that I noticed a small little beauty mark on his left inner thigh right by the crease between his groin area. I continued to run the towel over his foot and between his toes before tapping his calf indicating I was done with it. He set it back down as I ran the towel between his legs drying them off.
Stopping just before I reached his privates I looked up at him as he gazed back. “Um…I noticed that you are still…um…that you still have skin on your…um…,” I paused a second searching for the right word not knowing how he referred to that part of his body.
“Yeah…I still have my foreskin on my penis.” Koko stated the proper terminology not embarrassed that I had noticed.
“Yes…and you know that you have to be sure to clean yourself there too…I mean I don’t know if it pulls back or not, but did you make sure to clean yourself properly?” I asked him making sure to keep my voice neutral, but also knowing that sometimes young kids who have foreskin don’t clean themselves properly. Not that I really knew all that much about such things other than what I’ve heard over the years.
Koko just giggles making me look at him questioningly. “I’m sorry…it’s just that daddy used to ask me the same thing. I always thought it was just funny is all with him being so worried that I get it cleaned the right way. So yeah, I cleaned it properly…see.” He states reaching down promptly pulling back the foreskin over the tip of his knob.
This sort of caught me by surprise that he didn’t have any inhibitions about himself in that way as I watched him peel back the long tight foreskin over the knob of his glans. His penis was really short, so the folds of his foreskin seemed to bunch up thickly just on the other side of his nozzle. The pinkish red colored helmet glistened wetly once it was exposed, but there was no doubt that he was his father’s son. It was the same exact bullet like shape his father had at that age. My body trembled slightly with me being tempted to reach out grabbing hold of it.
“See…all clean,” Koko stated bringing me out of the moment while I smiled back at him taking his word for it since I wouldn’t really know one way or the other how to confirm such a thing.
“I see Koko, but you didn’t have to prove it to me,” I chuckled as he just stared at me before looking down.
“Why…what’s wrong with it?” He asked me misunderstanding. “You don’t like how it looks?” He continued as I just gaped at him for a second before shaking my head.
“N…no…I mean sure…damn…ooops…sorry.” I began to stutter before taking a deep breath to calm down. “No Koko…it looks just fine. What I meant is that you don’t have to show me just to prove it. I would have believed you…alright?” I told him while he just looked at me shrugging his shoulders as if to say ‘whatever,’ a gesture which I was soon to become familiar with throughout his stay with me.
“Yeah I guess…but I used to show daddy all the time, and sometimes he’d just tease me by sort of tugging on it making me laugh. You know just goofing around and stuff. He said I had nothing to be embarrassed about being different than the other kids down there. I never knew why he’d thought kids would actually care all that much. I mean some of my friends at the athletic center in the states were kind of curious about it, but not the kids where we lived in Germany. The kids here in the states were just curious, but once they got used to it they never said anything more about it.” Koko replied as he giggled tugging on his foreskin slipping it back and forth a couple of times for emphasis finally allowing it to slip back into place covering his glans before releasing himself.
His open and unconcerned attitude regarding his nudity sort of caught me by surprise. I don’t know why since his father was pretty much the same way at that age. I also suppose he wasn’t so self conscious about his nakedness in front of others because he always got cleaned up in the public showers after his gymnastics. Well at least where other guys were concerned. I’m also sure his dad had a lot to do with it probably teaching him not to be embarrassed about his body.
Draping the towel over his head like a hoodie, I announced, “All done,” in a commanding voice as he simply smiled while looking up at me.
Suddenly he leaned in, climbed up on my lap, and latched himself around me with his strong arms and legs surprising me a bit with the strength and power coming from such a small boy. “I’m so sorry about yesterday Mr. Will.” He sighed as I automatically wrapped my arms around his small body returning his embrace noticing the soft lavender smell from the soap and shampoo intermingling with the fragrance of boyness.
Once more the essence of his father seemed to stir memories and emotions deep inside of me as I held him firmly while rocking the boy gently. “It’s alright Koko, but why are you apologizing?” I asked him as he seemed to hang on not wanting to let go.
“For yesterday…I mean I was kind of rude when you were being so nice to me. It’s just I was expecting…,” he began before his voice tapered off with him leaving the statement hanging in the air.
We both got quiet for a few moments with me wondering what he was going to say. I didn’t want to pressure him into talking about what he was expecting so let him decide on his own. I was sure that when he was ready to talk about this whole situation he would bring it up on his own terms, so for now I simply left it alone as I gently held on to him rocking the smaller boy in my arms. I lightly ran my fingers up and down his naked back feeling him quiver in my arms seemingly enjoying the closeness. It made me wonder how long it has been since someone’s really held him in an affectionate tender kind of way. More than likely he probably hadn’t received a proper hug since his dad passed away. People tend to be disconnected not knowing how to react to kids who just lost a parent.
“It’s alright Koko…I thought you were a perfect gentleman. Sometimes we just don’t feel like talking is all, and you have every right not to if you don’t want to. I wasn’t offended little buddy, so don’t feel bad about it.” I whispered in his ear while I continued to rock him gently caressing his silky soft skin.
Then I felt something stirring against my stomach as the smaller boy began to inflate in his nether regions. I could feel his butt cheeks tightening a bit as his hips sort of thrust into me a little while his penis finally stiffening up the rest of the way. I was sure the slight thrusting motion hadn’t been intentional, merely something that had been done more reflexively in a subconscious kind of way. I stopped stroking his back not sure if he’d be embarrassed by the situation. Koko seemed to have noticed what happened because he leaned back looking down seriously scrutinizing himself.
“Sorry, it just sort of happens sometimes,” he shrugged his shoulders only blushing slightly as he reached down giving it a tug.
His penis had hardened and lengthened to about one and a half inches long. The foreskin was still covering up his glans, but the contour from the ridge of his knob was clearly visible as it stretched the skin forming a tight outline. The tip of his foreskin had been completely taken up barely covering up the tip of his glans now as he slowly climbed off my lap. Once he was down he slipped the foreskin backwards exposing his blood engorged acorn shaped head shivering at the wonderful sensation this action provided him. It was mesmerizing watching how he reacted to the situation as I took note how the tip of his penis had now turned a crimson purplish color before he covered it back up with his foreskin.
“Daddy told me this would be happening more often now that I’m getting older.” Koko continued as he glanced up at me giggling about the state he was in. “He told me about other things too…um…private things boys start to do.” He added the last part before blushing a bit embarrassed how he had revealed this to me.
He seemed to realize he had said a bit too much so got quiet as he gazed back down at himself. It was oddly strange yet also amazingly compelling for me as I watched Koko’s stiff erection pulsing in perfect timing with his heartbeat as it pointed upwards and slightly outwards from his bare pubic mound at a forty five degree angle. He reminded me so much of his father because even though neither of them was shy at this age about their bodies, there was such wholesomeness to them about the whole sex thing.
“Well…maybe we should see about getting you dressed before stuffing that belly of yours full with some breakfast.” I chuckled trying to alleviate any discomfort Koko was beginning to feel about the situation. “As much as I like seeing that adorable sexy body of yours along with that cute little stiffie, maybe we should get it tucked away safely so you can play with it later.” I teased him ruffling his hair as he giggled at my comment about him playing with his sexy boy bits later. “Besides my stomach is beginning to grumble so the sooner you put away your toy the sooner we can grab a bit to eat.” I finished off letting him know that I thought the moment between us was perfectly fine while he just continued to laugh at my coy comment.
The last thing I wanted was for him to begin becoming self conscious about himself. It was obvious that his dad had worked hard at making the smaller boy feel comfortable about his body. I know I had tried to do the same thing with Coco at about the same age. The smaller boy back then was like little Koko was now not in the least bit self-conscious, but I knew, as did Koko’s dad, that there might come a time when kids may tease him. So if he learns now that despite his size he is still a sexy boy, then when the time came he could just accept himself for the way he was.
Glancing over towards me Koko smiled reassuringly. “Your silly.” He giggled.
The younger boy slipped his hand into mine as I got up smiling at me happy about how things were beginning to turn out for him. As I got to my feet he sort of hesitated before holding out his arms making me chuckle as I easily lifted him up carrying him to his room. Halfway there I shifted my grip holding him up in the air as he immediately caught on to what I was up to. The smaller boy stiffened up his body holding out his arms to the sides as if flying through the air like a plane. We stumbled into his room with me sputtering like an airplane engine before I dumped him on his bed as he crashed landed with his arms and legs flying in all directions. I had to giggle as his legs spread apart when he was upside down giving me a perfect view of his fleshy pouch, his now completely floppy worm, and his brownish little pucker as his butt cheeks spread apart for the briefest of moments.
Koko scrambled to a sitting position on the edge of his bed picking up the picture on the nightstand. “Thanks for getting my stuff out and putting my clothes away.” He smiled warmly at me appreciating the small gesture on my part.
“No worries. You were pretty bushed. Anyway, it gave me a chance to see what you had by way of clothing. After we eat I’m going to show you around the city a little then we are going clothes shopping for you.” I told him opening up his dresser drawer getting out some of his clothes for him to wear.
“You don’t have to spend money on me Mr. Will…really. I mean, I’m just glad I can stay here with you instead of some foster facility or something.” He told me honestly as I walked over towards him sitting down on the bed motioning for him to stand up.
“It’s no problem Koko, besides it will be fun.” I told him as he slipped his legs into his red cartooned bikini style boy’s briefs.
Koko sort of spread his legs apart dipping downwards as I pulled his brief’s into place over his small package and butt cheeks before standing back up straight. He reached inside his underwear while I watched him adjusting his soft penis so that it was in an upright position. His briefs fit him like a surgeons glove creating a clear outline of his thin short tube with two small twin mounds beneath it. I had to admit it was too damn cute. Next I helped him slip into his khaki shorts and a blue T-shirt. He hopped onto the bed letting me put on his socks without protest when I finally realized something.
“Oh…um…Koko I hope you didn’t mind. I mean I know you are old enough to dress yourself. I just didn’t think about it…sorry if it embarrassed you.” I told him sincerely before he just climbed off the bed leaned over giving me another hug.
“No…it’s alright. I kind of liked it. Daddy would do the same sometimes for me so it was really nice that someone did that again.” He told me as he hugged me affectionately.
The boy was simply so open and loving. His father was like that, affectionate with people in private. I know he got a lot of hugs from his mom and sister, and when we were together he always enjoyed cuddling with me. He had a soft heart and a loving kind personality, all qualities his son seemed to possess as well. I had to stifle back the tears as I realized my first true love was gone from this world, but I was happy he left someone behind who carried on his gentleness.
“Are you alright Mr. Will?” Koko asked me when he let go seeing the look on my face.
“Yes Koko I’m fine…it’s just you are really sweet and kind. I knew someone once like that a long time ago. You sort of remind me of him, and I really want to thank you for that?” I tell him as he just smiles hesitantly at me enjoying the compliment. “Come-on, I want to strip your bed and throw the linens in the wash. Then we can grab a bite to eat. I’m thinking about chocolate chip pancakes.” I tell him noticing how his face lights up. “Oh…and last night I baked some brownies and chocolate chip cookies as snacks for later on.” I add as he just perks right up.
“My favorite…yummy…thanks sooooo much Mr. Will.” He beams as we both quickly strip the bed throwing it in the wash with my dirty items before we head out into the kitchen.
Koko ends up helping me with the pancakes and I realize he must have done the same thing with his dad because he seemed to know his way around the whole preparation thing. He even offered to help clean up the kitchen afterwards. I told him there was no need, but if he wanted to help he could toss the wet laundry into the dryer for me and turn it on. While he did that I finished up with cleaning the dishes putting everything away. I was just about done when some noise drifted over from the direction of my workout area so I put the towel down making my way over.
What I see stuns me. Koko had discovered my little gym area and was making good use of the Steelbody T-rack. He had lowered the dip and push up grip handles using it to do some parallette moves. The only reason why I recognized it was because I had watched his father when he began gymnastics doing the same thing. However, what I saw Koko doing was something only very capable and advanced gymnasts would do. He was perfectly balanced his wrists, arms, and shoulders doing all the work with the strength. He was currently in an L-sitting position, his arms straight down on either side of him gripping the handles propping up his body as if he were in a sitting position, but his body was completely suspended in the air. In essence he looked like the letter L with his body straight up and down while his legs pointed outwards at a ninety degree angle.
The most skilled people would hold each position for several moments to display complete control before taking it to the next step. It was excruciatingly difficult to maintain and display such balance, control, and power throughout because at each stage you have to hold that position.
Slowly he shifted to his next position lifting his legs upward into the V-sitting position where his legs are raised to the point of forty five degrees or more above horizontal. This skill requires and develops intense compression of the abs and flexibility in the lower back and hamstrings. Moreover, because the skill requires you to lean back and push your hips forward, it makes the triceps burn. He held this position for several moments once more in complete control before moving to the next stage called the manna position.
This skill takes a V-sit, rolls it back even further until your hips are level with your shoulders and fully folded so that your legs are straight and parallel with the ground, thighs facing your chest and feet extended beyond your head. This skill requires enormous triceps strength and dynamic shoulder flexibility. He held this position with his legs pressed up to his chest before lowering them back down into the L-sitting position. I could see the strain on his wrists, arms, and shoulders because they were supporting his entire weight, but he made it look so easy. Slowly he rotated again, his body shifting forward this time, keeping his legs straight without bending his knees. As he slowly rolled his body forward remaining in complete control, his legs continued to stay straight as he bent at the waist swinging his legs under him and straight outwards. He was now in the planche position which looked like a pushup, but his feet never touched the ground instead remaining parallel to the ground suspended in the air. Once more his wrist, arms, and shoulders supported all of the weight as he held that position. This move is a fundamental one used in gymnastics, but requires an extreme amount of control and strength. I could see the strain on his face with the veins popping out on the sides of his neck as he held perfectly still in complete control.
He moved his body again as he rotated it upwards swinging his legs forward once more until he was in the straddle L sitting position. It is similar to the sitting L pose, but his legs are now spread apart in a V straddling his arms on either side. His arms between his thighs now strained supporting his weight. This move required hip flexibility and hip flexor strength before settling into that position.
From there he performed his final move, a straddle L sitting press to hand stand. He rotated his body forward lifting himself as much as possible into a pike position that faces the floor before he raised his hips and pressed through the straddle stand position as he continued into the handstand. He held the handstand position for several seconds until he just rotated his body sideways onto his feet standing back up holding his arms into the air and to an imaginary judging panel.
My heart filled with such pride as I began to clap for all I was worth. I knew his father over the years had become a good gymnast, but I could tell that his son already far exceeded his own skills at that age and older. I knew with the proper training he could go far in the sport. It really didn’t surprise me since his father probably began training him at an early age.
“Wow, that was amazing,” I told him as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder proudly. “Those are some really advanced moves you are doing. I take it you’ve had a lot of practice?” I tell him as he returns my hug with a tight grip.
That’s when it hits me regarding what I had been noticing earlier about his physique. He had the same build and stature as his father, but there was an underlying strength and power beneath his slight figure. Gymnastics has a way of building up a wiry kind of strength in a person, and this little guy was all power wrapped up into a neat little bundle.
“You didn’t mind me using your equipment?” He asked me proud of my words, but also a bit worried that I might object.
“No…of course not, but I only want you to do that if an adult is around…just in case Koko. I know you are very careful and have probably been doing this a long time, but I think you’ve also seen guys get hurt really easy by doing this sort of thing, so I want you to promise not to do anything unless another adult is around. If you are by yourself for some reason or other kids are here but no adult, then there will be no goofing around in this gym area…understood?” I asked him as he nodded his head thinking it fair enough.
“I promise Mr. Will, daddy never let me work out on my own either. You have a lot of personal equipment…do you work out a lot too?” He asks noticing how he was scrutinizing my build while I gazed over towards my gear.
“Not as much as I’d like I’m afraid, but enough to stay in shape I suppose. I have to watch my girlish figure you know, and if I’m not careful I can plump up a bit.” I tell him as he continues to look me over critically before giggling.
“You call that a girlish figure.” He hoots out bending over because I’m a fairly solidly built guy. Not fat by any means and fairly fit, but a girlish figure most definitely not.
“Why you little turd,” I tease him as I wrap him up and begin tickling him making him squirm around on the floor.
He had the same tickle spots as his dad so I worked my knowledge to the fullest until we were both panting on the ground with him cuddled up in my arms. We were both lying on our left sides with my left arm under the crook of his neck and across his chest while my right arm remained draped casually over his right side. I pulled him closer to me, and he automatically shifted backwards seemingly appreciating the close contact. He still smelled of lavender from his bath intermingled now with a sort of sweet musky boy scent I had come to recognize years ago. Everyone’s scent is different, and Koko’s was no exception, yet it was also very similar to his father. There was a sort of light freshness to the fragrance smelling of youthfulness and innocence. His father’s was the same, but Koko’s seemed even younger somehow. It began to make me lightheaded, and I couldn’t help myself as I leaned down kissing him lightly on the cheek while I nuzzled up to him. He didn’t seem to mind even holding my arms tighter up around his small frame almost as if he needed the contact of feeling someone holding him who cared.
As our breathing began to calm down a bit Koko turned his head looking over his shoulders at me his soft brown eyes dancing around playfully. “Mr. Will, it seems like you know about gymnastics. Did you do any as a boy yourself?” He asks me innocently enough.
“After what you just said about my…um…un-girlish figure,” I chuckle as he gazes at me making double sure I wasn’t upset about the comment. “No I played more of the typical kinds of guy sports…you know football, wrestling, and baseball, but I had some friends I made when I was younger who were into gymnastics. I’d go watch some of their tournaments because it was only fair since they rooted me on when I played football and stuff. So, it still is a bit baffling to me with all the rules and points and stuff, but I’ve picked up some things along the way. To be honest I think you guys are way more athletic than the rest of us so called sports jock.” I tell him candidly. “Anyway, why don’t you freshen up and we will go out on the town.” I tell him as I push him up while stumbling to my feet way more clumsily than him.
While Koko freshened up I packed some snacks and drinks into the cooler for us later. I had thought about what we would do today not knowing the kinds of things Koko would like. So the first stop was on a more practical nature as we headed just east of Phoenix to the Scottsdale Fashion Square for some clothes shopping.
This was a more upscale mall with famous stores such as Macy's, Dillard's, Nieman Marcus, Nordstrom, Tiffany & Co., Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Gucci, Kate spade along, Fossil, Oakley, Abercrombie & Fitch, Gymboree, Johnston & Murphy, Swarovski, Crate and Barrel, Williams-Sonomoa, Lucky Jeans, and Bebe to name a few. Of course we checked some of those places out and I was glad that Koko seemed to enjoy just looking around in some of these stores. Of course there were some of the more usual run of the mill stores there too, but this was a more upscale mall so some of these more typical stores seemed to have the higher end fashion.
It was fun doing some clothes shopping for Koko, and the part I enjoyed most was that he insisted I come into the change room with him. He really was a very beautiful boy and I couldn’t resist helping him get into some of his outfits he had chosen. The sheer beauty of the boy never ceased to amaze me every time I saw him in his bikini tight boy’s briefs as he tried on a new pair of shorts or pants. When he slipped on a new shirt seeing his fit and tight buttery tanned torso made me shiver at times; especially, when he was in nothing but his underwear. The outline of his small boyish penis and boy pouch was so damn sexy that I couldn’t help but pop an erection a time or two. During those times I wondered if it was somehow wrong of me to be in the room like that with him; especially, when my body reacted the way it did at times.
He seemed to enjoy me being around though, and when I asked if it made him feel uncomfortable he simply stated that his daddy used to do the same thing with him all the time. He actually seemed a bit confused as to why it would matter if I was in the small change room with him so I just didn’t mention it any more enjoying the time with him.
Towards the end we started sifting through some bathing suits for him. We picked out a few before heading towards the change rooms. At this point I hung back not wanting to invade his privacy as he walked down the small hall stopping in front of a booth. He noticed I hadn’t followed so came back, grabbed my hand pulling me with him into the change room. He didn’t even seem nervous or anything as he pulled off his shirt so he could have a better view of himself in the mirror when he tried on one of the bathing suit.
In one smooth motion he pulled down his khaki shorts and red boy’s bikini briefs, the elastic on his underwear catching on his short flaccid pecker making it bounce around a little. The breath caught in my chest seeing that uncut little one inch thing with his half inch fleshy foreskin sort of moving around dangling over his equally squashy small boy pouch. Even after all these years it just amazed me how such a small pouch can actually hang loosely between not only Koko’s legs, but his father’s back then as well. I guess it was because he had two small hazelnut sized testicles which allowed room for the skin of his leathery bag to hang down.
His back was turned towards me as he slipped into his bathing suit so that he could see himself in the mirror. As he stepped into the bathing suit he bent over at the waist, his two red dimpled little apples looking so supple and soft, yet also very firm from his gymnastics. It made me want to reach out so I could run my hands across them, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do something like that to the boy. When I was younger of course I would, and I had done just that, but this was completely different. Even though the younger boy was so beautifully delicious, I cared about him in a different kind of way. One that I began to recognize as having feelings for him in a loving way, but unlike the way I had felt towards his father. This was just as deep, but most definitely not the same. It confused me a little as I continued to watch him.
He tried on several different ones, and after his last pair he stooped over taking them off of his legs setting them down. His back was turned to me as he looked at me from the reflection in the mirror. I simply couldn’t contain myself anymore as I reached out to slowly run my hands lightly up and down his back. I could see Koko shivering for a moment before he just stepped backwards sitting on my lap. He grabbed my arms wrapping them around his slight figure as he scooted backwards completely unconcerned he was totally naked. We both looked in the mirror as my eyes gazed over his stunningly luscious body. His legs were draped over mine on either side which spread them apart allowing his little boy baubles to dangle freely between his legs. His pouch hung down loosely while his one inch soft penis stuck outwards from his body with his loose foreskin drooping over his sack. It was a very sexy sight as I slowly ran my fingers over his chest and stomach.
“Thanks for taking me shopping Mr. Will. I really had a lot of fun. I’m glad you have patience so I can try on different things. I used to like going shopping with daddy and we’d take all the time we wanted trying on different outfits.” He admitted to me giggling. “I know it is kind of girlish, but I always enjoyed doing that with daddy, and I think he liked spending our time together like this too.” He sighed looking a bit sad about the memories I seemed to bring up in him.
“I know it is tough Koko, but I’m glad you have those kinds of memories with your dad, and in a way I think it should be a happy thing. Some boys don’t have such fond moments regarding their father. It sounds like your daddy really loved you.” I stated as he just leaned his head back closing his eyes with a small grin on his face.
“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks again for that too Mr. Will. Sometimes I feel guilty about being happy when I remember things, but like you said I should be glad I have them. That makes a lot more sense.” He tells me innocently as I continue to rub his tight tummy feeling the tightness of his small muscles just beneath the surface.
Looking in the mirror I notice he is starting to get a stiff one, and I didn’t want this to become sexual. Sighing resolutely I just give him a firm squeeze before releasing him gently getting the smaller boy to scoot off of my lap. “Well, did you find one you liked?” I asked him as he looked over at the different bathing suits.
“I wish I could get a Speedo like what we used to wear in Germany. I hate the bathing suits here because they stay wet clinging to your legs.” He complained making me smile and nod my head.
“Well let’s pick out one of these before going to the swim shop so you can pick out a pair of Speedos as well. This way when you are alone swimming at the house you can wear the Speedos, and if we go out somewhere or there is company you can wear the other ones.” I tell him which seemed to satisfy him.
He selects the Boys’ Husky Colorblocked pieced swim trunks made of one hundred percent polyester fabric that dries quickly. It had a comfy white mesh liner with the larger sized small holes that allowed for quick drying. The suit had an elastic waistband with an outside drawstring and was rated UPF 50 for excellent sun protection. It was also shorter on the legs, which he seemed to prefer, coming down to mid-thigh instead of the knees. I liked the colors on it with a royal blue across the top, a green colored large sort of upside down ‘U’ shape across the front on the outer part of his shorts, and then a sort of powdery blue upside ‘U’ shape on the inner portion in the front. The back side was all the same color of royal blue. It was a unique design looking really adorable on him.
Next we stopped in the swim department, and after trying on some of the typical bikini style bathing suits he opted to go with the square leg because as he noted most of the older boys in Europe sort of transitioned into these. I had to admit I really liked how his snug as a bug tight fitting square leg suit looked on him. He decided on the Rocky Boxer swim piece that was made of eighty percent polyamide and twenty percent elastane. I could see why he loved this type of bathing suit because it was rugged enough, but dried very quickly on the body.
The bathing suit fit him snugly leaving little to the imagination as to what he had between his legs as the outline of his small penis including his little bit of foreskin showed prominently beneath the taut form fitting fabric. Even his two small hazelnut sized testicles were clearly outlined. The boxer style legs fit tightly across the very top of his upper thighs leaving almost all of his legs, practically all the way up to his crotch, completely bare. They weren’t quiet as tiny like the bikini style bathing suits, but still extremely skimpy by American standards. Since his other pair was blue and green he opted to get the red pair with a sort of graphic design across the front in shades of white, gray, yellow, orange and red. It looked so damn steamy sexy hot on him that it took a lot of will power from me not to ravish him while he had them on.
We had gotten an early start so it wasn’t even noon yet by the time we climbed into the car heading south to Chandler putting all of the stuff in the back of my black Cadillac SUV. I could see Koko in my rear view mirror looking around the plush insides still a bit in awe as I drove my way towards our next destination. It took us about forty five minutes all the while Koko’s head swiveling back and forth as he took in the sights of arid and desert like scenery along the way. Finally pulling up to our destination the boy seemed to come alive as a small smile curled upwards on the corners of his mouth.
“This is like…wow…way cool,” he gasps as we get out of the car while he looks around.
We have arrived at the Rawhide Western Town. Since it was slightly after twelve, and it’s been several hours since breakfast, our first stop is the Steakhouse. Koko peruses the kid’s menu not seeing anything he likes so begins to look over the regular lunch menu. His eyes light up and he asks me if he can order the Southwest Jalapeno Burger. I’m skeptical warning him that it is spicy, but he insists so we order that for him with the baby back pork ribs for me. Koko points out an appetizer as I glance at him for a moment before shrugging my shoulders once more surprised by his selection.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask him as he nods his head enthusiastically so I go ahead ordering the item he pointed out.
A few minutes later the Rawhide Rattlesnake appetizer arrives as he dives right in to my utter amazement. The appetizer offers up deep fried boneless rattlesnake served with fried pickle chips, and Rattlesnake egg. The deep fried boneless rattlesnake is real enough, but the Rattlesnake egg is a kind of stuffed jalapeno. Koko just seems to enjoy something new nodding his head approvingly at the deep fried rattlesnake saying it tastes pretty good. Next he pops into his mouth the so called Rattlesnake eggs rolling his eyes.
“Oh my gawd that tastes so good. It’s spicy hot…mmmm,” he announces as he munches away with beads of sweat forming on his brow while his cheeks start to turn red.
I join him and soon enough my mouth is burning up with the spicy treat. I’m amazed that he is so willing to try something new not to mention this spicy, but he tells me that his dad had taught him how important it was to try new things to eat because you never would know otherwise what we are missing out on. As for the fiery foods he tells me he’s always enjoyed spicy meals. When our meals arrive he does a pretty good job on his hamburger as well saying it was hot, but not as blistering as the Rattlesnake eggs. It was a half pound burger so he only ate a portion of it, but did leave enough room to also try some of my baby back pork ribs which he thought was tasty as well. We wrapped up the leftovers putting the food away in the car inside the cooler before having some fun.
The place was pretty cool, and I could see the troubles slipping away from Koko’s features as he enjoyed simply being a kid once more leaving behind the worries life has thrust upon him. There was so much to do as he got to experience the Old West. There were gunfights, stunt shows, stagecoach rides, desert train rides, the petting ranch, mechanical bull riding, gold panning, camel rides, a working blacksmith, games, target practice with a rifle, horseback riding, and of course we shopped in some of the western stores picking up some more clothing along with other items.
All in all it was a fun filled day with me capturing it all on film. It was fun watching his face light up with just the simplest of joys. Even his uninhibited burst of forceful laughs was infectious. Just like with his food the boy seemed to thrive on trying out new things. He was so outgoing and personable as he opened up even more letting some of his walls drop for a while. At times he was simply all boy as he did such manly like things, then at other times he seemed to get a little reserved and clingy leaning into me as if to make sure I was still there. He was tender and loving during those moments not holding back with any hugs or signs of affection. He wasn’t the least bit concerned of what others might say about him giving me a hug or just holding my hand.
By the time we get home it is closing in around five in the afternoon. He was wilting by the time we walk through the doors leading up from the parking garage our arms loaded with the days shopping. I could tell he wasn’t used to the heat over here so I had made sure to put plenty of sunscreen lotion on him. I also forced him to drink plenty of water, so much so that he became like a leaky faucet having to pee every fifteen minutes. I suppose the final insult for him was making him wear one of those light airy kind of floppy hats I had picked up for him. At first he kind of shrugged off the whole hat thing, but then appreciated the shading it provided for his head and face later on in the day.
“Hey Koko why don’t you go to your room and put away the new clothes we picked up for you?” I suggest to him as he nods his head smiling appreciatively at me.
He was such a polite and well behaved little boy that he was actually a joy to have around. Noticing some movement outside on the garden deck, I grab the cold jug of juice from the refrigerator and a glass before making my way back outside. Arturo was working on some odds and ends things in the garden so when he heard me the boy looked up and smiled. He nodded his head appreciatively at the offer of a cool drink as he takes a seat in the shade.
“Hey Mr. Will, I hope you don’t mind, but I just wanted to take care of the flower beds for you. I noticed they needed a little sprucing up.” He commented as I nodded my head looking around noticing what a difference he’s already made here in the garden.
“That’s perfectly fine and you can come over anytime Arty.” I tell him as he smiles at me.
“Hey Mr. Will?” I hear a different voice that I’ve now come to recognize over the course of the day. “Um…I think someone made a mistake with this bag of clothes. They are all like a size or two way too big for me.” Koko offers up rummaging his hands through a large bag of clothes as he approached us.
The smaller boy looked up for a moment noticing Arturo sitting there and sort of pauses a moment before joining us under the shade. “Oh…really?” I say trying to look surprise. “I mean it must have happened by mistake with that family right behind me in the line.” I pipe up smiling to myself. “The checker must have just scooped them up accidentally adding them to our stuff. No big deal let’s have a look.” I lied, but figured it was only a little lie because I had placed the larger sized clothing in the basket while we shopped.
When I had gotten ready to pay for the clothes I had told Koko to make his way to the swim shop, and that I would meet him there, so he was none the wiser at what I had done. “By the way Koko I’d like you to meet Arty and Arturo this is the guest I mentioned to you last night.” I offer up looking at Koko as the two boys nodded their heads bumping knuckles by way of greeting. “I’ve known Arturo since he was knee high to a grasshopper, and now here he is practically all grown up on me.” I chuckle as both boys giggle at my analogy rolling their eyes as if to say ‘adults.’
Arturo reaches over towards his glass he had set down, picks it up, and pours in some more of the cold juice. Glancing at Koko I notice the smaller boy checking out the other boy even going so far as to take a good look at the prominent bulge the boy had going on in his tight fitting jean shorts. The smaller boy sort of grabbed himself subconsciously tugging on his little pecker for a moment before seemingly coming out of his stupor to edge over towards me so he could look inside the shopping bag I was looking through.
“See, I told you.” He offers up as I remove a plaid shirt along with a new pair of shorts.
“Yeah I see that, but it would just be more of a hassle to take them back to the store.” I sigh as all of a sudden Koko seems to look at me as if something just now registered in his mind before he gazes back at the other boy who was looking down at his feet fiddling with the once more empty glass.
I could tell Koko wasn’t looking at the boy, but rather the state of Arturo’s clothing. He looks back towards me smiling toothily his eyes lighting up even more so with mirth and playfulness.
“Oh…yeah…I suppose it would be a hassle and all to take it back that far; especially, since you said you weren’t going to be in that area for a long time.” Koko pauses as he turns towards me winking his left eye making me furl my eyebrows wondering how the hell he had picked up on this so fast. “Anyway…maybe you can find someone else it might fit so it won’t go to waste.” He offers up innocently making me smile inwardly as I see Arturo glancing over towards us.
“Yeah…I think that would be a good idea. Um…to be honest it looks like they could fit Arty here.” I offer as I hold the shirt up towards the twelve year old boy who just looks down at it, before looking up shaking his head blushing with discomfiture.
“No Mr. Will…I…really I couldn’t. I mean Mom would have a fit.” He tells me as I brush aside his comment motioning for him to stand up as I hold the pair of shorts up against him nodding my head.
“Yup, perfect fit. Koko go inside and take the tags off of everything so I can keep them all together with yours.” I suggest as I hand the bag back to the smaller boy who scoots away to do as told. “Arturo, why don’t you finish up and then call it a day, but don’t leave before taking the clothes with you.” I instruct him holding up my hand before he could protest. “Just take it with you and when your mom has her fit she can call me.” I tell him as his mouth just opens and closes shut not knowing how to respond to my suggestion.
“That was a really nice thing you did for Arty.” Koko tells me as we are standing in the kitchen while I put some hot pockets on a tray for dinner.
“I’m really proud of you too Koko. That was quick thinking on your part and it helped me explain a way for him to accept the clothes. His family has hit a sort of rough patch this past year. Arturo’s dad passed away from a heart attack, and he was the main provider in the family. He used to work on my garden making it so beautiful. I hired Arty the other day because my garden was just getting trashed, and to be honest my green thumb doesn’t work.” I chuckle teasingly. “Besides, Arturo was feeling bad because he’s the youngest and everyone else is able to help out with him not able to contribute like the others. So I killed two birds with one stone…or rather two black thumbs.” I wink my eye at Koko who just laughs.
“Yeah, but what about his mom?” He asks me just as the phone rings forcing me to roll my eyes at the timing while he laughs watching me look at the caller I.D. before I click the talk button.
“Hello Elena, can you hold for a moment.” I answer the phone while Koko grins and mouths ‘you are in so much trouble,’ making me smile back shaking my head.
“Why don’t you hop in the shower Koko to get cleaned up?” I tell the smaller boy who shrugs his shoulders but seems to think it a good a time as any to freshen up.
It only takes me a few minutes to convince Arturo’s mom that it was just for the best. Beside, I couldn’t have my gardener growing right out of his clothes in front of my eyes I had teased her. I assured her it had been some mistake at the store, but everything was on sale so it would be a shame to have to haul it all back. She asked me about Koko and I sort of gave her the short version promising to fill her in on the rest.
As I was telling her about Koko I had drifted over towards the bathroom door hearing the drone of the water from the shower. The smaller boy had left the door open making me wonder what it was about these kids who didn’t bother shutting their doors. I reached out wanting close it when I heard the smaller boy make a squeaking sound catching me by surprise. I don’t know why it would, but I guess I hadn’t expected Koko to already be doing that sort of thing.
My eyes shift to the mirror noticing the telltale signs of a boy in the throes of an orgasm as he began to thrust his hips forward his entire body shaking. Through the hazy glass I could tell he had skinned his small rigid pecker, and I just gawked for a moment wondering if he squirted yet. The whole incident had happened within moments before I finally caught myself gawking, closing the door silently to leave the boy alone in this private moment.
There must have been a pause with the conversation because I heard Elena asking me if everything was alright. I told her that I was just checking up on Koko, and asked her to continue. She paused for a second then told me how excited Arturo had been about meeting the younger boy, and how he had hoped that they could become friends maybe getting together to play sometime. We both agreed it would be a good idea.
It was during this chat that I finally raised the subject with her concerning Arturo’s development. I’ve known Elena for a long time now, but normally this would be a conversation I’d have had with her husband. Of course I broached the whole puberty thing in a tactful way letting her know Arty was beginning to wonder about certain things bringing them up with me.
Elena admitted that she’s been noticing some things as well, but admitted she wasn’t equipped to help him out. In the end she thought it a good idea that if her son was comfortable talking about these things with me then it would be alright to do so. I told Elena I’d keep her informed, but also warned that certain things I would keep private because I didn’t want to compromise Arty’s confidence in me. She was perfectly fine with it letting me know she trusted my judgment of discretion on such matters. We hung up the phone with both of us promising to allow the kids to get to know one another.
Making my way over to Koko’s bathroom door I knocked on it. “Hey Koko…um…is it alright if I come in.” I shout out hearing a reply in the affirmative so open the door to step inside a room filled with steam. “Um…I just wanted to get the stuff out of the dryer and put in the wet stuff. I’ve got one more load for the washer.” I told him as I made my way over to the washer and dryer just as Koko turned off the shower.
As I take the stuff out of the dryer I glance over admiring Koko’s sexy looking body along with his now limp noodle making me smile realizing he had managed to satisfy his little boy needs. ‘Boys,’ I think to myself. ‘In the end we just can’t resist our little boyish urges,’ I chuckle to myself as I continue to sneak glances towards his way. His little boy penis looked a little reddish as if it had been worked pretty vigorously, but then again I’m not sure when last he had the opportunity to take care of his little problem. The boy seemed to be oblivious about my scrutiny as he continued to dry himself off.
At some point I would need to talk with him about closing the doors, but not now or it could embarrass him if he realizes I already know all about him masturbating. It’s one thing to be more open about his nudity in front of others, but it was something different getting caught jacking off; especially, by an adult so I’d have to be careful about the topic of closing doors for the time being. He already had demonstrated his ability to pick up on the subtle things.
If there was one thing I was figuring out about this kid is that he had a good head on his shoulders being able to put two and two together. This realization also made me pause for a moment forcing me to make a mental note that I’d have to be careful so he doesn’t figure out who I really am. At least not until I get a chance to work things out so I could tell him in an appropriate fashion.
There was some movement next to me as I look down noticing Koko was standing there with the towel wrapped around his waist. “Can I help?” He asks me as I smile lifting him up onto the heap of dry clothes sitting on top of the warm machine.
“Nah,” I told him closing the dryer door while reaching around him setting the timer before shoving the last of the stuff into the wash machine. “I’m just about done here, and I can fold up the sheets after we eat.” I tell him as Koko shifts around on top of the warm pile so he could remove the towel wrapped around his waist handing it over to me.
“You might as well toss that in too.” He giggles as he sits there with his legs swinging back and forth completely naked while I just shake my head sighing at the boy no longer completely surprised by his uninhibited nature.
Tossing the towel with the rest of the whites, I add the detergent and start the machine before stepping in front of the naked boy placing my hands on either side of him so we were looking eye to eye. “Um…listen Koko…you really aren’t embarrassed or anything about…um…this?” I ask him waving my hand at his nakedness. “I mean…were you like this at home too? I mean…I guess some kids are and all, but still Koko, I’m just curious and all since we have just sort of met?” I asked him not wanting the boy to be uncomfortable, but also needing to know why he doesn’t seem to mind so much.
The boy just looks down at himself giving his little Willy a tug before looking back up shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know Mr. Will. I mean I never really thought about it and all…well at least not when I was at home. I guess it really didn’t matter when I was at home if I walked around naked.” He replied as he seemed to think about it.
“I see, and what about friends or others who come over?” I ask him as he scrunched his eyes mulling it over in his mind.
“Geeze, to be honest I guess it sort of depended. Some of our family friends that have known me for a while I didn’t mind if they saw me. I guess most of the time when people were over I got dressed if I was running around naked or in my undies, but I guess with close friends it just sort of depended I suppose. I mean I’ve never really thought about it. Does this mean I have to stay dressed at your house?” He asks me seemingly disappointed in some ways as I just pause for a moment my turn to mull things over.
“I don’t know Koko…I mean it sort of depends. I just can’t understand why you are so open…you know with being naked around here and all?” I ask him as he sort of thinks on it some more.
“Um…I never even thought twice about it Mr. Will. I guess in a way it sort of feels like home around here. I’ll be sure to stay dressed though…if that’s what you want.” He told me seriously seeming somehow kind of sad about it.
“No Koko it’s alright. I just wanted to know is all and I guess in a way it is a compliment that you feel safe and comfortable in my home. Don’t think twice about it anymore, and just do what you are comfortable with, but if someone does come over I think it best if you do get dressed.” I suggested to him, which seemed to make him happy as he reached out giving me a hug.
“Thanks Mr. Will…for everything. I mean…I’m not sure why but I do feel good when I’m here…you know…like I’m home. It’s not like that all the time for me, and it usually takes a while for me to warm up to new people. Sometimes it’s different though…like with you, this house, and even Arty. I can’t explain it. Daddy used to tease me all the time at how shy I would be most times with new people while at other times he couldn’t shut me up when I met new people. He said I had a knack for knowing who to really trust.” Koko stated shrugging giving it no further thought as he hopped down butt naked before walking out the door into his room leaving me to mull over his recent comments.
All the while my eyes continued to follow him shaking my head at such a beautiful boy. He was just too damn cute, and had such a killer body. From behind I could see the strength of his physique. He didn’t have any bulging muscles or anything, but you could see them rippling around a little as he moved lithely out the door.
“Hey…Koko,” I hollered after him coming back to my senses, “dinner should be ready here in a minute so hurry up.” I told him as I made my way into the kitchen.
It was just a simple dinner tonight so I promised Koko that I would fix up something nice tomorrow. We chatted about just every day things as he told me about his dad and gymnastics. He was still fairly young when his mom, aunt, and grandmother died, but he did remember them and his dad had often talked about them showing him pictures and videos keeping their memories alive. After dinner we settled down on the couch with him curled up in my arms. He had slipped into his pajama shorts, but opted to go without a shirt. I guess it was warmer in the house than he was used to, but I explained to him why I kept it that way with him thinking it made sense. I enjoyed sitting on the couch with him snuggled up next to me while I ran my fingers through his soft silky hair playfully as we casually talked about the day’s events. We had been sitting on the couch for about thirty minutes when the doorbell rang.
Opening up the door I was kind of surprised to see Mary standing there with Tim who smiled broadly at me immediately giving me a hug. “Hey buddy,” I laughed leaning over kissing him on the top of his head. “What are you guys doing here?” I asked as Mary just shook her head at me admonishingly.
“What’s this I hear about you just staying home for vacation? What sort of nonsense is that?” She chided me stepping inside the doorway as I merely sighed knowing I shouldn’t have left that cryptic phone message.
“Oh…hey,” Tim’s voice carried getting our attention as we glanced towards the older boy who was addressing Koko standing a few feet away.
Mary looked at the smaller boy before glancing towards me with a questioning look in her eyes as I motioned I would explain later. “Oh…um Koko this is Mary and her son Tim.” I introduced everyone as Koko first stepped up to Mary shaking her hand and then to Tim giving the older boy a knuckle bump. “Um…Koko will be staying here for a bit until we can get some things straightened out.” I stated by way of initial explanations.
Tim didn’t seem to think anything odd of the situation as he just sort of piped in. “Hey Uncle Will…do you think Koko and I can go swimming or something? It’s still warm outside.” He offered up as I looked at the younger boy who didn’t seem like he wanted to go swimming for some reason. Perhaps he was a bit frazzled by all the sunshine today, and it was still bright and hot outside at the moment.
“Um Tim I’m not sure that is such a good idea. Koko’s not used to the heat yet and he’s been in the sun all day long. It’s still a bit chilly and cold where he flew in from yesterday. I’m also sure that even though he had a good night’s sleep his internal clock hasn’t totally adjusted either. Where he lives it is already three in the morning.” I explained seeing the confused look on Mary’s face.
“Whoa…way cool. Where did you fly in from?” Tim asked Koko who shrugged his shoulders.
“Frankfurt, Germany.” He answered simply before turning towards me. “Mr. Will would it be alright if Tim and I go into the gym? I’ve been really neglecting my workout schedule ever since…um…you know,” he looked down at his feet a bit sad at having to remember about his dad. “I mean, maybe Tim wants to work out a little too?” He offered up hoping Tim wouldn’t mind.
“Oh cool Uncle Will. That would be great and we will be careful. Besides, our coaches have been on our asses to get some more time in with the weights and all.” Tim finished off as Mary shot her son one of those mother kinds of looks at his use of language.
“Timothy Pritchard Edwards…,” she admonished her son showing her utter displeasure by the use of his full name. “How many times have I told you not to use profanity?” She scolded her son while Koko tried to stifle a little giggle behind his hand.
To be honest I wasn’t sure if Koko was laughing at Tim’s middle name or just the situation in general. Personally I was trying not to laugh at both having difficulty keeping a straight face. That is until Mary shot me a scolding look as well.
Tim didn’t seem to bat an eye as he just shrugged his shoulder in that typical infuriating teenage way. “Awe mom, I’m not the one who said that, I’m just telling you what the coach told us is all.” He replied smugly as his mom just rolled her eyes sighing exasperated.
Before she could say anything more I came to Tim’s rescue. “That will be just fine boys, and it will give me a chance to sit down to have a chat with your mom about other things than work for a change.” I chuckled no longer able to hold it in as I directed Mary towards the kitchen while the boys headed to the corner of the house with all the gym equipment.
Grabbing a bottle of wine and some glasses I steered Mary outside into a cool shaded spot by the pool so we could talk. She wanted to know what was going on so I told her about Koko’s dad, and how he had put me down as the legal guardian until I could either take him into my home or find one for him. I could tell she was curious wanting more details about how it had all come to pass, not to mention how I knew his father, but she didn’t pry which I appreciated. There were a lot of things about my past I tended to keep to myself, and the relationship with Koko’s dad was one of those things. After about thirty minutes of general chit chat I decided we better check up on the boys. We headed inside and Mary gasped when she saw Koko as he once more went through similar moves he had done earlier in the day.
Tim was sitting on the bench staring at the younger boy his mouth open in awe at the ease and effortlessness of how the wiry boy seemed to transition from one position to the other. The smaller boy appeared at ease with the impossible moves and contortions as his legs and body remained suspended in the air at all times. At one point Koko’s legs spread apart pointing towards us, and we all got a good eyeful of his little boy bits dangling between his strong legs before he moved on to the next position. I suppose he hadn’t bothered putting on underwear beneath his pajama shorts.
Tim shuddered for a moment as if the boy’s brief exposed nakedness was kind of turning him on. I guess seeing Koko like this was sort of a turn on, and as I glanced over towards Mary I saw she was blushing a little at being able to see Koko’s little boy bits like that even if it had been brief. Of course we all knew it was just something that happened and completely innocent, yet it was still an eye opener for our two guests to say the least. A few tense moments later Koko finished up as we all just stood around amazed.
“Holy crap dude…that’s…um…that’s like totally wicked. How the hell do you do it…I mean I’m pretty damn strong, but there’s no way in hell I could do something like that for real. You are the bomb.” Tim crooned getting up so he could give the younger boy a congratulatory high five who seemed to blush at the compliment while also appreciating it coming from an older boy.
“Timothy Pritchard Edwards that’s the last straw. I told you time and time again about that mouth of yours. I think we will be having a long talk later on tonight young man.” Mary began before I interjected.
“Oh come on for real Mary. He was just talking like most typical teenagers do with other kids around, and it isn’t as if he really used any bad language. Don’t get mad at him, just let me have a talk with him the next time he’s around. This is just sort of a guy kind of thing anyway. I promise we will have a real talk about it and all. How about it…deal?” I asked her as she just looked from me to her son.
“You are one lucky young man to have Will here defending you like this. You’ve got a deal, but if he doesn’t straighten up then the next time there will be consequences.” She promised as she just shook her head while trying to find where she had put her purse.
In the meantime Tim rolled his eyes and mouthed ‘thank you,’ to me while I just smiled shaking my head. A short while later it was just Koko and myself all alone in the house again. The younger boy seemed smitten with the older boy wanting to know all about him, and why he called me Uncle Will and all. I told him how Mary and her son were like family to me, and how I had in some ways raised Tim. He thought that was pretty cool, and also seemed to like how Tim seemed to enjoy the odd kinds of sports like lacrosse. We talked a long time as we laughed and joked around until it really was time for him to go to bed.
Picking up the boy in my arms I took him to his room sitting him down on his bed. He hitched up his hips and pulled off his pajama bottoms before sliding under the covers completely naked. At this point it no longer surprised me as I began tucking him in not making a big deal of it, and for his part he mentioned how he appreciated being able to sleep naked again. Without me asking why he simply explained to me on his own how he hated wearing anything at all to bed because they always seemed to get twisted up around his small body during the night.
When he was placed in a home after his father passed away he sort of had to wear them, and he understood why, but still he had hated it. He said he didn’t mind wearing something to bed if it was only for one night like when his friends were over or something. After all it would be kind of weird sleeping in the same bed naked, but it was simply too uncomfortable for him to wear them all the time, and he couldn’t get used to it. He then asked if it would be alright if I cuddled with him for a while so I smiled at him as I moved my body up next to him gently running my fingers through his hair. We chatted for a few minutes like this, and at one point while I talked in soft tender tones he finally drifted off to sleep.
He looked so adorably sweet lying there in bed the features on his face seemingly relaxed in his slumber. I continued to run my fingers through his hair as I leaned down gently giving him a kiss him on the lips. He still tasted like hot chocolate to me, and I wondered if it was now a subconscious thing or if he truly tasted this sweet. Everything about him reminded me of his father and how special our relationship had been together. As I watched Koko in his sleep my heart melted, and I knew I was falling for the little boy in a tender loving kind of way. There was that sort of natural connection between us I simply couldn’t explain away. I wanted to reach out holding him in my arms protecting him in every way. There was a heartfelt kind of love there between us, very strong like it had been with his father, but also in many ways different. Just as deep, but also unique.
It would be so easy to just claim him and bring him into my life, but I knew this just wouldn’t be fair to the boy. He deserved both a father and mother who could look after him in a loving home. I’m sure I could love him like a son, but at this stage in my life I don’t think I was ready to have an older boy simply insert himself into my home like this. There were sure to be complications with us living together. He wasn’t my biological son, and I’m sure there would be a background check and everything into my personal life.
Sure it would be easier than trying to adopt a child through an agency since Koko’s father had stipulate his intent of having me taking in his son. He had the preparations done legally, but there would still be a background check that could kind of be a bit uncomfortable for me if they dug deep enough. He even made it perfectly clear in the documentations that it didn’t matter what my status was regarding being married or single, not to mention my sexual orientation either. There were other similar declarations regarding financial status and such. Basically, the typical mumbo jumbo to aid in getting things passed through a court system without a hitch.
There was also the issue of me looking at options of starting my very own family. I wanted a son of my very own that is tied to me biologically, and going this route wouldn’t create such close scrutiny. After all this would be done through the miracles of modern medicine, and there is the whole patient and doctor privilege aspect to things. In addition, it would be strictly legal in the eyes of the court. How fair would it be to Koko if I brought someone into our lives while I was also trying to give him a stable life at the same time?
It was all just too confusing for me at the moment, but I still had some time until we had to do anything. For now I could be there for him allowing him to acclimate back into things here in the states. I still had to deal with the court system in Illinois, but for now Koko was in safe hands until all the arrangements could be made. Coco, the boy’s father, had made sure all legal documents were in order giving me complete control of what was to happen with his son. Until I had been located Koko was the ward of the state of Illinois, and he still was, but I have complete say in what is to become of the boy unless Illinois could prove I’m unfit in this capacity. The court didn’t have a foot to stand on in this regard despite me being gay. I checked over all the legal work myself, and was satisfied that everything was in order. Coco had hired himself a top notch legal firm. It was a good thing too because I’m sure things could have gone very differently for the small boy.
Several days sort of slipped by as I grew closer and closer to the boy. Tim has been coming over after his lacrosse practice almost every day as the boys seem to also become connected in a sort of older and younger brother kind of way. I had hoped Arturo would be able to make it over as well to play with Koko, but one of his sisters had some sort of event going on so he just wasn’t able to get over for the moment other than to work a little in the garden. During those times while Arturo worked and Koko helped, the two chatted away becoming fast friends.
We settled into a routine, but I could see Koko was starting to become anxious. I knew he had questions about what was going to happen with him, but he wasn’t pushing for answers just yet. It had to be difficult for him, but he appeared happy enough to be with me for now as we both seemed to bond closer to one another. In some ways this was nice, but in other ways it could make things more difficult.
Now as I hung up the phone there’s another dilemma I had to deal with. Looking over at the clock it was around eight in the morning. Lately both Koko and I have been able to sleep in a little longer, and I’m finding it a bit refreshing. Biting my lower lip I’m not sure what I should do when there’s a soft knocking noise on the door.
“Yeah,” I holler out as the door opens up and Koko sticks his head inside looking over to see if I’m up yet. He smiles before bolting past the door leaping into my arms, and I chuckle because he at least had slipped on a pair of his underwear as he hugs me and snuggles up his body against mine.
“Good morning Uncle Will,” he sighs having changed how he refers to me, which for some reason sort of made us seem somehow closer.
“Hey my little munchkin,” I reply as we tumble on to the bed before I roll us over on our sides.
We are facing each other as I ruffle his hair affectionately. “So what are we going to do today?” He asks me as I sort of sigh making him scrunch up his eyes seemingly able to read the conflict inside of me. “What’s wrong?” He asks as I smile at him.
“Nothing really…I mean…at least nothing bad or anything, just that I received a phone call from a potential client who’s company is over in Europe. They are branching out and need a corporate law firm to handle their legal issues in the states. We are in the running with another big firm from St. Louis, Missouri. Evidently the CEO is over there right now, but he seems to be having issues with this other law firm so wants to meet up with me. The only problem is that he is leaving in a couple of days and doesn’t want to fly over here, and then have to fly back to Europe.” I explain as he seems to know what I’m getting at.
“Well then you will just have to go over there.” He states in a matter of fact way as I just smile at his simplistic way of looking at things.
“Yeah all fine and dandy, and what about you?” I ask him while he mouths the word ‘oh,’ as it sinks in that I just can’t leave him alone. “No worries though, I’ve got a plan.” I tell him as I tickle him catching him by surprise as he begins to squeal. He ends up popping an erection, and I see his little tool pressing up against the flimsy fabric. He’s laughing so hard I see a tiny little wet spot form at the tip of his hard outline so I stop as we both continue to laugh lying on our backs looking up at the ceiling. Glancing over at him I see the boy slipping his hand beneath the tight waistband of his little boy’s bikini brief to adjust himself into a more comfortable position.
Not able to resist I reach over running my hands lightly over his shoulders before doing the same along his chest and stomach. He sighs closing his eyes enjoying the tender moment between us.
“You know, St. Louis is right on the border to Illinois and only about thirty minutes from O’Banyon so not that far away?” I state as he scrunches up his eyebrows questioningly. “I need to make an appearance in front of the family court system over there, which I actually think is in Belleville instead of O’Banyon, so I might just take care of two birds with one stone you know.” I add as the look in his eyes becomes a little worried. “It’s alright Koko…just some legal formalities. I need to get your case reassigned to over here so that you can continue to stay here with me for now since it had been your father’s request. Honest Koko…this is just a formality and won’t change anything…alright?” I tell him as he nods his head. “Good boy, now let’s grab some breakfast.” I sigh as we both get up off the bed.
I’ve already been in contact with the proper agencies both in Illinois and over here in Arizona sending off the proper legal documentation. However, I still needed to appear in front of the judge in Illinois to get things done in a legally binding manner. It’s mostly all just red tape and formalities because there haven’t been any legal challenges from anyone or the state.
The solution to my dilemma had been simple enough; although, Mary wasn’t all too happy about it. Not because she would be watching over the boy, but rather because it would be Tim taking care of Koko while she accompanied me on the trip to Missouri. She was always an integral part of my meetings keeping tabs of all the essential research knowing exactly where all the important documents were located. Of course I could handle these meetings alone if necessary, but these conferences tended to be very stressful and trying. Things seemed to run smoothly when she was around. With her sharp mind and whit she was an integral part of the deals I tended to make.
It would only be for three nights, but still it concerned her. It was one thing for her to leave her son alone, but for him to be responsible for another boy made her nervous. I had pointed out how Tim was a very responsible teenager while Koko was also very well behaved, not to mention that the two boys seemed to get along. I had considered having Elena watch him, but she was up to her ears planning her daughter’s quinceanera. This was a ceremony on a girl’s fifteenth birthday to mark her passage to womanhood, to give thanks to God for his blessings, and to present a young woman to the community. It was one of the most important ceremonies in the Mexican culture. It was still a week away, but her house was already bulging with families coming in from all over keeping her way too overburdened to add to her stress by asking her to look after Koko.
So with strict instructions for the boys, and Elena agreeing to check up on the boys along with some of our other neighbors, we had set out for St. Louis. To my surprise it was much easier to seal the deal than I had expected. The CEO wasn’t satisfied with the other firm so had quickly agreed to have our firm represent them. We only had to work out all of the minor details, but he had to get back to Germany, so had left his colleague behind to hammer out these minor issues. It would still take a couple of days to get everything set into place.
Explaining my dilemma concerning Koko to the CEO I asked if it would be alright for Mary to take care of these along with his colleague. I needed to get to the family court in Belleville, Illinois in order to resolve legal issues regarding having the court transfer the case to Phoenix, and also for them to recognize my status as the legal guardian until such time as a suitable resolution could be found. He didn’t find any objection to it noting that any final agreement would have to go through both him and the board members of my firm anyway.
So I had left Mary in charge. She had objected at first, but I reminder her about the scholarship and how she had a lot to gain with this deal, so it was in her best interested to find an equitable balance for both sides. The following day I headed just across the border into Illinois, and made an appearance in family court. The judge looked over all the paperwork and without a fuss agreed this would be in the best interest for Koko so had first granted my petition for full guardianship over the boy before transferring the case to the state of Arizona. With nothing more to do I went ahead and booked a flight back home figuring this would be a good opportunity for Mary to get her feet wet with more responsibilities for the firm.
By the time I got home on the second day it was early evening. It was quiet in the house as I walked through the doors heading towards my room. I knew Tim had planned to take Koko with him today to his Lacrosse practice which would have taken up a good chunk of their day. I had left a message on the voicemail when I arrived back home at the airport figuring the boys had probably been swimming in the pool or something. I could hear the television set going in the extra bedroom through the open doorway so stuck my head in to say hi to the boys.
Everything just seemed to stop in that one moment as once more shock slammed into me. It seemed inevitable these days that the boys in my life were going to give me a heart attack sooner or later. I don’t know why it surprised me at all since I’ve been there before myself, but still I guess I hadn’t expected it from Tim, not since we’ve had that discussion not so long ago concerning girls.
My body was frozen rooted in place. My mind screamed for me to get out, but I just couldn’t move for a moment. Koko was laying on his back completely naked propped up with pillows and his beautiful one and a half inch hard penis pointing up towards his head. His pointing finger and thumb were gently moving up and down along the length of his short thin hard tube skinning his foreskin in the process exposing his deep purplish acorn shaped knob. My whole body seemed to thrum with excitement as Koko masturbated himself looking to be very close to blowing his cork.
My gaze traveled upwards with my eyes settled on the nakedness of Tim leaning forward as his fingers were wrapped around the iron spokes of the headboard. His hips were rocking forwards as he slowly slid his rigid spit covered fourteen year old spike in and out of Koko’s eager mouth. It stunned me to see the eleven year old take the entire four and a half inch length into his mouth as the sexy slurping sounds almost made me cream my own pants.
Both Koko and Tim were grunting and sweating, their slicked up bodies glistening in the dim lighting of the room. Tim was moaning now, and I could see his testicles start to contract before the older boy slowed down not wanting to go over the edge just yet.
“Oh shit…oh shit…not yet,” I heard Tim protest just as Koko’s eyes lit upon me and he nearly choked in shock.
Both boys all of a sudden yelped in surprise spurring me into action finally as I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Oh crap…um…shit… I…um…,” I manage to stutter blushing crimson red as I made a hasty retreat out of the room making my way into the living room.
This situation had caught me completely by surprise, but as I thought about it I didn’t know why it should. After all I wasn’t all that much younger than Tim and only a little older than Koko when I began doing things too. Of course Tim was three years older than Koko, but for some reason the age thing really didn’t bother me at all. I guess maybe it was just the surprise of it all because as I’ve just noted the last time I had a heart to heart talk with Tim he was into girls.
I heard a rustling noise which took me out of my musings as I look up noticing that Tim had thrown on an oversized shirt. He was just sort of standing there looking very crestfallen and a bit frightened like a deer caught in headlights. I wasn’t sure, but it looked as if he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and had just tossed the T-shirt over his body. I recognized the white shirt as being one of my old double extra large ones that I had bought at some concert years ago. Way too big of course, but that is all they had left at the time when I bought one on a whim.
When Tim was little he used to wear it as a night shirt literally swimming around inside of it. The shirt had hung nearly down to his ankle the first time he wore it. These days it came only down several inches above his knees. In a way it was kind of sexy looking on him as the outline of his bulge and semi-hard erection was visible beneath the flimsy material.
“Um…Uncle Will…I…uh…I’m so sorry.” Tim blurts out as he runs over to me and throws his arms around me. “I…I’ve never ever done anything like this before…I mean…this was like…you know…the first time for both of us and all…so please don’t be mad. I’m really sorry…but…but…Uncle Will…it’s Koko…he…he’s really upset…and…I…I’m not sure what’s going on…but…please Uncle Will…you need to go check up on him…I’m really sorry about everything.” Tim tells me a bit frantically very concerned about his little charge.
My body tenses up and alarm bells go off in my head when Tim tells me about Koko. I pull back from the older boy gently patting his cheeks affectionately as he just looks up with a few teardrops pooling at the edges of his eyes. He looks very disappointed in himself, and I know he needs to be comforted and reassured, but he would have to wait for now.
“It’s alright Tim I’m not mad…we will talk in a few…but I have to check on Koko first.” I told him softly as I made my way into Koko’s room.
Glancing over my shoulders I could see Tim’s entire body slumping as if he were totally dejected, not to mention a bit wiped out from the sudden spiral downwards from his euphoric high he had been riding and just about to crest. It broke my heart knowing he was suffering too, not to mention probably beginning to ache all up inside of his balls. I knew here real soon he would be suffering with what I figured would be a grand case of blue balls, but from the sounds of things Tim was really concerned about Koko at the moment. Something must be terribly wrong for the older boy to be that upset.
As I entered the room I saw Koko sitting up by the headboard of his bed with his legs drawn up to his chest. His naked body was glistening with sweat as he shivered uncontrollably. With his legs drawn up like that his small leathery satchel was squished up between his thighs as his little hazelnut sized testicles seemed to protest with the constrictiveness around them from the stretched out skin. The tip of his foreskin seemed to be pressed up against the top part of his tight testicles as well making me wonder for a split second if he was cutting off the blood circulation to his little tube.
Tears were streaming down the poor boy’s cheeks, and when he finally looked up at me he began to cry in earnest his poor little heart breaking. “P…please…I…I’m…s-s-s-so…so sorry,” he managed to get out between hiccups and big huge sobs. “P…pl…please d…don’t send me a…away.” He finished off as a big moan escaped his throat and he just curled up in a ball on his side and began to cry intensely.
Huge sobs racked his tiny body, and it sounded like he couldn’t breathe as a guttural like awful noise seemed to be wrenched from out of his throat. I immediately crawled into bed next to him wrapping my arms around him protectively.
“It’s alright Koko…just breath for me sweetie. Koko please just settle down and breathe.” I crooned at him softly as his whole body seemed to convulse and shake. “Don’t do this Koko…just breathe,” I tried again when all of a sudden he seemed to gasp and gulp down some air into his lungs. He continued to cry normally at this point as I tried to console him. “I’m not mad at you Koko and I’m not sending you away.” I whispered in his ear trying to calm him down.
I continued to hold him in my arms whispering softly in his ear soothingly. He probably didn’t understand a word I was saying, but it seemed to comfort him. Slowly he calmed down and a hushed silence filled the room. His breathing became even and his body began to relax. All I could do for now was to just be there for him. A similar thing had happened to his father as my memories went back to that awful day as well.
In some ways it had been awful, but in other ways it had been so wonderful as well because it was a critical point in our relationship. The image of Coco began to invade my mind as I closed my eyes and breathed in the Koko snuggled up in my arms. His scent propelled me back into the past. Not to the exact moment that was similar to this situation, but just prior to the moment that set the stage for the big blowup that was to follow.
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End of Chapter Five
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