Date: Wed, 1 Sep 1999 13:02:07 -0400
From: "C. E. Jordan" <c.e._Jordan@MailAndNews.com>
Subject: ANDERSON (PART 2)

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		ANDERSON (PART2)

	I had to catch Andy as he slid exhausted
towards the floor. I was amazed at the frenzy of his
passion. Caught up as I was in helping the boy battle
toward his pleasure I'd completely forgotten my own
needs. I stripped the soiled bvd's completely off his
legs and lifted my light, limp friend in my arms and
laid him along the edge of my bed. I knelt there and
just watched him until he opened his eyes again. Those
grey eyes shyly slid away from mine, maybe a little
ashamed. But I lightly brushed my lips against his
cheek and smiled to reassure him,
"Boy, you really, really, need that bath now, don't
you."  He grinned up at me, "Yeah."

	He sat up, "You coming?"

	"Huh?"

	"...To take a shower with me."

	"Uh...I...no, I want to make some hot chocolate for
when you get out..."

	I don't know why I turned down such an
invitation, maybe it was just a case of 'sensory
overload'. But with a characteristic gesture, Anderson
just shrugged his shoulder, said "O.k." and walked to
the bathroom.

	I had the hot chocolate ready on a tray in the
bedroom when Andy walked back in stark naked and
unashamed, rubbing his hair with a white towel bordered
with small roses. "I'm done Charles."

	"Okay", I said, but I was undone by Andy's
beauty; wet, his hair had darkened and fallen closer to
his shoulders. The warm bedroom light gently
highlighted the boy's amber body with liquid gold on his
chest, the skin along his thin arms, his rounded belly
and smooth delicately tapered legs. His sturdy sex,
half alert, stood away from his body and shook with the
movements of his arms as he continued vigorously drying
his hair.

	My comfortable old flannel shirt that was to be
his clothing for the night was laid out on the bed, but
Anderson ignored it and stayed naked as he drank his
chocolate and pronounced it, "Aaaah....good!"

	I left for my shower.

				******

	As the warm water flowed over my body, I closed
my eyes and relaxed; it was soothing, and my heart
slowed down a bit as the tension gradually eased away.

	"You have another toothbrush, Charles?"

	I was so startled by Anderson's voice suddenly
piping up right next to me in the small bathroom, my
eyes flew open and the soap spurted out of my hand. I
accidentally stepped on it, slipped, and plopped down
hard onto my backside in the slick white bath-tub.

	For a moment Andy stood there next to the tub
staring down at me wide-eyed, mouth open, astonished at
the complex reaction to his simple question... then he
was suddenly bent over laughing as his silvery giggles
echoed off the walls of the little bathroom.
"Oh...you... you... you look sooo funny..." he gasped.

	Well, I wasn't hurt and I guess it was kinda
funny, so I couldn't help chuckling myself. I reached
over and turned off the water. But Andy was still
convulsed with laughter.

	"I think I've got to cool you off, kiddo..." I
said, and splashed a handfull of water on him.

	"Ohhh...I already had a shower..." he moaned,
then started giggling again.

	"Well, you're gonna get another one if you don't
stop laughing at me," and I flicked some more water
at him.

	"Naa... na na... naaa na...you can't catch me..."
Anderson sang, as he teasingly, delightfully, danced in
and out of range of my hands. After missing him a
couple of times, I pretended to ignore him. He came
closer...and closer...until suddenly, I lunged out of
the tub and grabbed him. He tried to wriggle away but I
held him tightly and dragged him back with me into the
tub.

	"Ooooh...I'm gettin' all wet again..." Andy
complained as his nude body squirmed against mine.
While we were playing around I'd honestly forgotten
that I was totally naked, but now, as we struggled
together in the bathtub, we were a confusion of
intertwined limbs and exciting soft and hard
pressures--and I was a lot more hard than soft.

	We ended up with Anderson lying face down on
top of me in the tub, his arms were around my neck and
he was planting wet kisses along my left shoulder and
down my chest to my nipples. I could feel the hard warm
bar of his young penis poking into my stomach as he
moved on me. He pushed himself backward a bit until our
sex were pressing together at which point he started
grinding and rubbing desperately against me. I grabbed
him, trying to hold him still, "Wait.....wait, baby...
please..."

	Anderson's marvelous grey eyes opened, looked at me,
but they were cloudy now, vague, indeterminate... and
puzzled. But he subsided.

	"It's ok baby...", I said, gently stroking his
damp hair, "...we just have to get out of this tub...
it's killin' my back." Andy gave me a wan smile then
ground himself against me a bit more, but then he sat
up straddling my body, "Let's go on your bed then..."
he said.

	And that, I thought, was a pretty good idea.

	Before we left for the bedroom I grabbed a towel
and concentrated on quickly drying off my body. I
happened to glance up and saw, for a change, that I was
the object of attention. Anderson sat still on the closed
toilet observing me his narrowed eyes unreadable. What
did I see there? Curiosity? Desire?  Love? Just what does
lust look like on the face of a twelve year old boy?

                      TO BE CONTINUED......