Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 18:28:29 -0600
From: K Andrews <kastorywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Almost A Man, Part 2

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Almost A Man, Part 2

The boy arched his back and smiled widely knowing what was next. I told him
we didn't have long before his parents expected him back, so we were just
going to do it and get it over with. He jumped up off the bed and stood in
front of me, his erection standing up against his flat stomach. I sat on the
bed, reached forward to grasp his hard organ, and began to masturbate him.
As he sighed and bent his knees a little, I remembered the first time I'd
ever touched him...

He and his parents moved next door to me when he was 8 years old. Our
backyards weren't separated by a fence, so when I'd let my dog out the back
door, he'd sometimes wander over into the boy's yard, where the boy would
play with him until I called him back inside.

Eventually the boy would come over and ask me if the dog could come out, and
I'd let the dog out into the backyard and then sit and watch the two of them
play catch or roll around on the ground. I was attracted to the boy the
instant I first saw him, with his short-cropped dark hair, brilliant blue
eyes, and a toothy smile. After a while the boy would spend time with me and
we have discussions on just about every subject. He had the type of
personality that would light up a room, and I was happy that he found me so
interesting that he wanted to be around me. I became close friends with his
parents, spending dinners at their house, and joining in on barbeques in the
backyard on holidays. Sometimes I even had the boy over to my house for an
evening or overnight if his parents were going out or spending a weekend
night away at a B&B. I got to be like the cool uncle he never had, and I
enjoyed how our friendship grew into something special.

Well, it might have been a friendship for him, but it was love for me. The
boy was the most beautiful I'd ever seen, and I did everything I could to be
around him. Only in my fantasies did I have the nerve to touch him and
explore his slim body and make love to him like a man does to a special
little boy. I masturbated almost every day thinking about him, his adoring
eyes, how much he looked up to me, and how much he liked me and wanted to be
just like me. As we got more comfortable around each other I started to
expose my body to him. I'd take off my shirt so he could see my hairy chest,
or I'd walk around my house in just my briefs so he could see the outline of
my penis against the fabric. I'd often catch him looking, and when I did I'd
feel an almost instant stiffening and I'd have to leave the room or cover
myself quickly. While I didn't think exposing my chest and my soft penis in
my underwear was too much, I didn't know what would happen if he saw me
erect. I didn't want to scare him away by such a blatant display. I knew it
would take time to work up to that stage. And as much time as we'd spent
together, I never once saw him completely naked. Occasionally I'd see him in
his briefs and catch just a faintest hint of his penis behind the white
cotton. At that age he didn't really have much to show, but nonetheless I
would have given anything for a brief glimpse.

As he got a little older, around 10 or so, our relationship was one of close
friends and confidants, although I was 20 years older than the boy. We
shared secrets and talked about everything, and sometimes the talk turned to
sex. At first the boy would ask very vague questions about anatomy and the
mechanics of sex, and then as he grew more comfortable with the subject,
he'd ask pointed personal questions about me and my sex life. I answered all
his questions honestly, telling him about the women I had sex with and about
the woman I was currently dating. I told him all about male and female
anatomy, how men and women have sex, the different variations of the sex
act, and how wonderful sex could be. Whenever we started a sex discussion
I'd grow erect and stay that way until we moved on to another subject. More
than once I thought I saw an erection in the boy's pants, but I didn't want
to draw attention to it, so I would glance once or twice and then ignore it
and save the image for a long masturbation session after he left.

One night the subject turned to puberty and the male body, and the boy said
he'd never seen an adult man before. He asked about puberty, physical
development, and sexual development. He asked me when I'd started puberty
and when I'd finished, and I explained the process as best I could remember.
He asked about my size and erections and wet dreams and pubic hair. The talk
seemed to go on forever, and the entire time I could feel my erection as
stiff as steel.

We then started to watch TV, and the erection I'd had discussing my
experience with puberty subsided, and then out of the blue the boy asked,
"Can I see yours?" At first I wasn't sure what he was asking, and then it
dawned on me he was asking to see my penis. I looked him, and he looked
away, suddenly embarrassed that he'd asked such a question.

I said, "Sure, I guess so, You've seen me in my underwear, right?" The boy
nodded, and I stood up and unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans. I put my
thumbs inside the waistband of my briefs and pushed everything down to my
ankles. And there I stood, my penis and testicles exposed to the little boy
I'd been in love with for years.

His eyes widened and he said, "Oh, man, you're huge!" He sat forward to get
a better look.

I laughed. "I'm not really that huge. I just look big because you're still a
little guy."

"I sure am. Look!" He stood up and pulled down his pants with one smooth
motion, and pushed his hips slightly forward to give me the full view of his
small organ. At age 10 he hadn't yet begun any real growth. His penis was
probably just over an inch in length, and his scrotum was still boyishly
smooth and devoid of any of the wrinkles and thick skin that characterize an
adult's. His scrotum was small and tight up against his body, but I could
still see the smallest lumps where his testicles pushed lightly against the
skin.

I could feel myself begin to stiffen, so I quickly pulled up my pants and
said, "Well, there you have it! Let me get some Cokes for us." I quickly
retreated to the kitchen to catch my breath and wait for my erection to
soften.

We played show and tell a few more times, and then one night after we'd
pulled our pants down to expose ourselves, he asked, "Can I touch it?"

Reflexively I said, "Sure!" I wanted to take it back because I wasn't sure I
wanted to take our relationship to this next step yet, but he'd already
reached out and took the head of my penis in one of his small hands while he
lifted my testicles with the other. His hand moved over the very sensitive
ridge of my glans, and I felt a shot of electricity up my back and the blood
began to flow to my penis.

"Wow, you get stiff like me," he exclaimed as my erection twitched and grew
in his hand. "Look!"

I looked down at his groin and sure enough his was completely erect, or as
completely erect as he could get at that age. He was about two and a half
inches erect at that point, and while his organ was small, it looked
incredibly stiff sticking out from his little-boy body.

"Go ahead, touch it, Mike!" I couldn't believe what he was inviting me to
do. I bent and reached down and took his small erection in my fingers. He
was completely rigid; as hard as any adult erection, but at just a fraction
of the size. I pulled and gently manipulated him, memorizing the texture of
the delicate skin on his penis and savoring the stiffness that was probably
creating a small bit of sexual tension in his groin.

"Wow, you really are huge!" I looked at my own erection, and while I was
only about six and a half inches, I must have looked like a horse to the
boy. We stood there feeling each other's erections for quite some time; I
must admit I didn't ever want it to end.

The boy's light moaning brought me back to the present, and I could tell
from the noise he was making and the way his body was tensing that he was
close to orgasm. He stood directly in front of me as I masturbated him,
trying to get from him the last statistic from this week's examination. He
leaned forward and put his hands on my shoulders, and his knees buckled
slightly as the first wave of his orgasm washed over him and he began to
ejaculate. I held the small glass cup in front of his slit as his body began
to expel the semen. He released a little "oh" from his lips with each
contraction of the muscles between his legs, and the semen ran into the cup.
At his age he wasn't spurting or shooting yet; his ejaculate flowed smoothly
out of his penis and was very easy to capture in the cup. After about 30
seconds he straightened up and smiled at me, and I smiled right back. I
wanted to tell him he was producing a larger volume of semen, but it looked
like there hadn't really been an increase. He'd be disappointed, but I'd
encourage him and tell him to be patient, and to remember back when he
couldn't even ejaculate. He needed encouragement and a reminder of how far
he'd come in his development. But like so many boys his age, he wanted so
much to be a man.

We hugged and I told him he had to head home. We'd have plenty of time for
fun next weekend...