Date: 26 Apr 1999 06:10:58 -0700
From: dctopman@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Barefoot Boy

Disclaimer:  The story depicts consensual gay sex between an
young, adult man and a teenage boy.  If this isn't your cup of
tea, don't read on.  The story is based partly on fact but all
scenes involving sex are fictionalized.

			       Barefoot Boy

Prelude

The lips of his smooth asshole gripped my thick shaft like a fist.
The only noise that could be heard was the sound of wet, sweaty
skin smacking against wet, sweaty skin. My large hands gripped
his slender hips, helping to pull myself into the grip of his
incredibly hot, smooth, tight hole. I looked down at his narrow
waist, back and shoulders and watched as droplets of sweat formed
and rolled down to form a puddle in the small of his back. On
his hands and knees before me, he looked so smooth, so sweet,
so small. And his ass felt so incredible. I couldn't believe such
a young boy could so absorb the length and girth of my rather
large, thick endowment. I also couldn't believe how lucky I was
to have this beautiful child as my lover and regular recipient
of my seed. 


Chapter 1 - The Meeting

It was in the summer of 1975 and I was 24 years old and in damn
good shape physically. I had just gotten out of the Air Force
a few months earlier, having completed a four year tour. The economy
was in a shambles and so I decided to put my veteran education
benefits to work and go back to college. I was going to try to
do this living off just my modest monthly VA check together with
a part-time job. Needless-to-say, finances would be extremely
tight and so the first thing I did was find a really cheap place
to live.

The place was kind of a dump to be perfectly honest. It did have
a pool though and my second floor apartment looked out over it.
I can't tell you how much I enjoyed sitting at my breakfast table
while studying, and being able to look out through my patio door
and watch scantily clad men at poolside.

Yes, I am gay and had accepted that fact while still in the service.
The Air Force, after all, provided me so many wonderful opportunities
to explore sex with other men and I had learned much during those
preceding four years. But that is another story. One thing I certainly
did not consider myself was a pedophile. I had never even considered
having sex with a young boy, until that day.

I remember looking up from my books while sitting at my breakfast
table and seeing him sitting alone at poolside. I had seen him
several times before and was always intrigued somehow. It was
an incredibly hot day and I couldn't believe he was just sitting
in the hot sun. He was slouched down low in the metal lawn chair,
a hand propping up his head. His left foot tucked slightly under
his right thigh while the other foot lazily swung back and forth,
inches above the hot concrete. He was gorgeous! His dark-brown
hair and deeply tanned skin literally took my breath away. I couldn't
help but stare out at him. It was almost like we were both in
a trance, he staring dreamily at the slow-moving ripples making
their way across the surface of the pool. Me, staring dreamily
at him. 

After a minute or two, he kind of unwound himself, straightened
his legs, and stood up. He was wearing just jeans with one knee
torn, no shirt and he was barefoot. It dawned on me that every
time I had seen him before he was always dressed pretty much the
same way. Sometimes he wore a teeshirt but most times he didn't.
He seem to always be barefoot. 

I could now see the tiny nipples on his smooth chest and the soft
curve of his tanned belly. I was so infatuated with this boy.
He walked slowly away toward the building opposite mine. The tight
fabric of his jeans sensuously outlining his ass. I caught glimpses
of the grass stained soles of his feet as he stepped up and through
the door in the side of the building, disappearing from my view.

I tried to forget him and get back to my studies but his image
kept invading my mind, competing with dull facts about sociology.
Who was this kid? What caused him to so exude so much sensuality.
More importantly, what was the matter with me? He couldn't be
more than 13 or 14 at the most. People go to jail for even thinking
such things. 

Several weeks past without seeing him and so the memories of that
sunny afternoon began to fade somewhat, replaced by memories of
real experiences I had had with a new local, older guy I met on
campus. I was proud of the fact that I had fought the urge to
seek out this young boy. I knew, after all, that he probably lived
in the building directly across from mine. How hard could it be
to locate him. But no, he was way too young. I had a good thing
going with this new guy. In fact, things were looking up in that
relationship and I might even be moving in with him soon. 

I just couldn't help it though, my mind kept drifting back to
that afternoon. What had become of him? Why didn't I ever see
him around the complex? In this moment of weakness, I decided
I must explore and, at least, find out if he did indeed live here.
Perhaps he was just a neighborhood kid that happen to be hanging
around. I decided to take a walk over to the other building.

I made my way across the large expanse of green grass that separated
the buildings. Walking past the pool where I had first seen the
boy, I exchanged greetings with a young married couple that lived
in my building. They were sunning themselves by the pool. I couldn't
help but stare at the nice bulge in the man's nylon swimsuit.
He just looked up at me and smiled.  As our eyes meant briefly,
I smiled back and wondered if there was any potential there. 
No, he was married and to a very beautiful girl.  Shaking off
my momentary distraction, I kept walking toward the door I had
last seen my dream boy disappear through. I reached for the handle
and pulled it open. To my surprise there he was.

I was totally taken off guard. He was sitting with legs spread
wide on the tile floor, working on a bike. There were tools scattered
all around him. He was even more beautiful than I remembered.
Close up I immediately noticed his darkly tanned skin and how
it appeared to be absolutely flawless. He was dressed the exact
same way as when I last saw him. There was just something about
this beautiful, perfectly smooth, young boy. He looked up, the
bangs of his dark-brown hair hanging down in his eyes.

"Hey," he said flatly. 

I was speechless and felt awkward. After having thought about
this kid for so long I never dreamt I would just run into him
like this.

"Hi," I said without much feeling. 

I continued walking past him, stepping over his outstretched legs,
and through another door that led out of the stairwell and into
a long corridor. The door closed slowly behind me and I just leaned
against the painted cinderblock wall. My heart was pounding and
I thought how stupid this was. What's the matter with me. Its
just a kid. I waited another minute and then opened the door leading
back into the stairwell. 

"Looks like you got yourself a flat tire," I said feeling
very stupid.

"Yeah, you know anything about fixing them?" he said
looking up at me with those dark-brown eyes.

"Well, its been a few years but let me see," I said
while taking the screwdriver from his hand. He immediately drew
his legs up under him and sat on his heels as he watched me intently.

"The trick is to force the tire back onto the rim without
pinching the tube," I said knowingly. 

At that exact moment, my hand slipped and the tip of the screwdriver
dug into the tender rubber of the tube within. 

"Its probably OK," the kid said moving now into a kneeling
position. I couldn't help but inhale the sweet, musty aroma of
this young boy as he moved closer to me. 

"I'd better pull the tube out and see if I did any damage,"
I said embarrassingly. As I pulled the tube from within the hard
rubber of the tire, I noticed it had been patched a dozen times.
The tube was shot.

"Looks to me like you need a new tube," I said while
staring directly into his eyes.

"Damn, I got no money for a new tube," he said while
shifting his gaze between my eyes and the tire. 

"Its just my mother and me and my mom just got laid off from
her work again," the kid said sadly. "She just works
part-time at Sears now."

Looking at the boy's bike, I immediately noticed it was ready
for the junkyard. Scratches and rust covered the back fender.
There was no front fender and its one "good" tire looked
worn and had hardly any tread.

"I'll tell you what, I have an old bike in the storage room
across the way I never ride anymore. You can borrow it until you
get this one fixed," I said feeling pretty guilty about finishing
off the kid's tube.

"Are you serious?" the kid said enthusiastically.

"Dead serious," I said. "I never use it anymore.
If you want, you can walk over with me now and get it."

"Fantastic!" He stood up and began forcing the remnants
of his bike back under the steel set of stairs. The top of his
head barely reached my chest. Being a very tall 6'4" myself,
I figured him to be about a foot or so shorter--maybe 5'2".

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Stevie", he answered back. "What's your name?"

"Mike" I answered. "It's nice to meet you, Stevie."

We walked across the grass past the pool and into the door leading
into my building. The kid was indeed beautiful in every conceivable
way and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss
him. To strip him naked and run my hands all over his beautiful,
tanned body.

"I've got to go upstairs and get the keys to the storage
room", I said hoping not to scare the kid away. "Come
on up."

He jumped ahead of me and began climbing the stairs. I followed
maybe three or four steps behind him so I could watch the beautiful
skin of his back and perfectly round ass and legs. I immediately
began to get a hard-on. As we reached the top of the stairs, I
walked past him and led the way through the door and into the
long corridor leading to my front door. 

Groping for my keys I turned and said, "Now don't be frightened
by the mess. I'm not much of a housekeeper."

He just smiled and said, "Neither is my mom so I'm use to
it."

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. He followed behind me,
his bare feet padding across the simulated oak tiled floor. 

"Can I get you a coke or something to drink?" I asked.

"Sure, that would be great." He said while flopping
down on the tired looking sofa I had recently purchased at a second
hand store.

I went to the refrigerator and started to retrieve the cokes when
I suddenly remembered I still had the 8mm projector set up in
the living room from the night before. My boyfriend had brought
over several 8mm porno films and we had watched them as a prelude
to having sex.

"What's the projector for?" he asked.

Damn! I panicked. What else I had left out in the open from the
night before. I didn't plan on even being able to find this kid
let alone bring him back to my apartment. Everything from the
night before was still out in the open.

"Geez! What's this?" Stevie questioned. 

I stuck my head around the corner. There he was holding up a huge
rubber dildoe shaped like a gigantic cock. 

OK, think fast moron is all that kept running through my head.
"That's something someone gave me as a joke, Stevie,"
I said unconvincingly.

"What do you do with it?" His interest seemed genuine.
I handed him a coke and took the dildoe out of his hand.

"Well, it can be used for all sorts of fun stuff but you're
a little too young." I said still very embarrassed.

"Can I see the movies you got?" 

"Well, they are films about people having sex and stuff like
that."

"I know all about sex," he challenged. Taking a big
drink of coke from the can as he leaned against the arm of the
sofa and put one leg up on the cushion.

Trying to change the subject I asked, "How can you stand
wearing jeans in the summer? Aren't you hot?"

"Well, not wearing a shirt helps but jeans aren't so bad.
Besides they're all I got."

I felt like a jerk for having embarrassed the kid. Wanting to
change the subject again, I said "Hey, lets go take a look
at that bike."

"So you're not going to let me see the movie?" he asked
disappointedly.

"I could get in a lot of trouble letting you see these films,
Stevie"

"How can you get in trouble if only me and you know about
it. I ain't going tell anybody. Are you?"

Smiling I said, "Are you sure you want to see them?"

"Sure! Stevie answered back enthusiastically.

"They are not of men and women doing stuff. They are films
of men with other men."

"Men with other men," he asked confusingly.

"Yes, didn't you know men can do stuff together to make them
feel really good?"

"You mean like queers?"

"Well, yeah but we don't like being called queers."

There was a few seconds of silence while Stevie contemplated what
I had just admitted to him.

"You mean you are queer, Mike?"

"Yeah, Stevie I am queer but we like to refer to ourselves
as being gay not queer."

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically.

"I've just never known a queer -- I mean -- gay person
before."

"That's OK, Stevie. We're just like everybody else except
we like other guys instead of girls."

"I guess that's OK. I don't like girls anyway. Can I see
the film?"

"OK, but if you don't like it just tell me and I'll cut it
off"

With that I positioned the projector and began loading one of
the films.

"OK, here we go. Remember, let me know if it grosses you
out, OK?"

"It ain't going to gross me out."

I flipped the switch and the projector came on and filled the
screen with light. I then got up to close the patio door's drapes.
The first scene was two guys laying together on a bed sucking
each other's cocks. There was no sound, of course, in those days
and frankly the picture quality was pretty bad. I looked over
at Stevie. His mouth was half way opened and he just stared at
the screen.

"So what do you think, Stevie?"

"Wow! Look at the size of those dicks!" he exclaimed
excitedly. "I ain't never seen a grown-up dick before."

"Have you seen enough?" I asked with my hand on the
projector's controls.

"No! Let it alone. I want to see more," he practically
screamed at me.

I sat at the opposite end of the same sofa Stevie was half laying
across. After making sure his total attentions were on the screen,
I began to slowly explore his body with my eyes. The kid was indeed
gorgeous. His cute toes were just inches from my hand, as one
of his legs were stretched out vertically along the sofa's cushions.
I carefully studied his dainty toes and slightly dirty soles and
then allowed my eyes to slowly drift up his legs to his crotch.
He must be extremely small I thought to myself. I wonder if he
has any pubic hair.

On the screen, the scene had changed and it now showed two men
in a pool hall. One was outstretched across the top of the pool
table while the other was thrusting his very large cock in and
out of his ass. 

"Woooo! God, I bet that hurts!" Stevie said. His eyes
still glued tightly to the images on the screen.

"You'd be surprised, Stevie" It can actually feel very
good if its done right."

"Have you ever done it, Mike?" he said without taking
his eyes from the screen.

"Yes, and I like it a lot too."

I reached over to the projector and turned it off.

"What's wrong, Mike?" 

"Nothing is wrong. I just think we should go check out the
bike."

"Great!" He said jumping up from the sofa coke still
in hand.

I again let him precede me down the long corridor to the stairwell.
His jeans riding low down on his tanned hips as he walked ahead
of me. Bare feet slapping against the tiled floor. I loved this
kid's ass and the way it undulated as he walked. I felt my cock
beginning to harden in my shorts again. 

As we reached the entrance to the storage room Stevie stopped
and waited for me to catch up. "Now all I have to do is figure
out which key it is," I said as I clumsily fumbled with the
large ring of keys.

After trying every key on the ring not a one would open the lock.
"Wait a minute!" I said. "This is a new lock."

"The stupid management around here is all the time doing
stuff like that," Stevie said trying to hide his disappointment.

"Look Stevie, I am really sorry. I'll have to walk over to
the resident manager's apartment and get a key. You want to come
or would you rather wait upstairs in my apartment?" I asked.

"I'll wait," he said.

"How about your mom? Is she going to wonder where you are?"
I inquired.

"Naw, she don't care where I am. We don't get along too good."

I handed him my key and told him I'd be back in about 15 minutes.
I knew as I watched him head back into the stairwell that I had
to have this kid and soon.


I've got two more chapters completed but I don't want to post
them until I get some feedback.  Please email comments and suggestions
to me at dctopman@members.gayweb.com.