Date: 24 May 1999 10:35:09 -0700
From: poondu@members.gayweb.com
Subject: The Boy and The Fence

			   The Boy and The Fence
		   by Thole <poondu@members.gayweb.com>

     He was on one side of the tall stockade fence, I was on the other,
each in our respective back yards.  We were each looking at the other,
watching, through the slits between the wide weathered boards, but I
doubted then if he knew I was watching him.  From day to day during the
previous two weeks we became aquainted in the front yards; I was getting to
know my way around on a new 800 V-twin, the boy rode around his quiet
neighborhood streets on a 100cc dirt bike.  In between rides I would mow
the lawn, write letters, lie around in the sun; the boy went to school,
played baseball, other things boys do best.
     I saw him when I got up to get a glass of water.  I had been reading,
lying on a foam pad in the patio, surrounded by folding plastic chairs and
little tables holding potted plants.  When ever I sunbathe I keep my
surroundings quiet and pay close attention to the perimeter.  He was
straightening up from a knot hole when I caught the movement of his
silhouette beyond the fence.  When I returned with my water he was gone so
I rearranged my pad to put my head in the shade of a small bush and laid on
my back.
     He moved out from a corner and drifted slowly along the fence,
glancing through the wider cracks, stopping for a better look at an
occasional knot hole.  I began to construct a fantasy as I watched from the
shaded cover and my cock lifted hard from between my legs to swing around
and expose its underside to the sun.  The boy continued to move slowly
along the fence until he came abreast of the TVRO where the dish blocked my
line of sight.  I watched, waited, but he did not continue.
     A warm wind was moving the hair on my legs and rustling the leaves of
a nearby oak.  The fantasy drifted away, my hardon followed and then a
quiet thud brought me around.  His ankles were just visible beyond the dish
and I watched with mounting excitement as his shorts fell around them
followed by his favourite Harley tee shirt.  I was sure the situation was
beyond scaring him off and the kid was taking the initiative for an
encounter so I chose to lie there and feign sleep.
     He dropped to the grass and crawled off the slight rise that supported
the TVRO.  Except for a glimpse of his dirty blond hair and the mound of
his untaned bum there was little to give away his crawl as he moved beyond
my field of vision.  Presently I could feel him getting closer; the cat was
watching him and soon his shadow fell across the little bush that shaded my
face but I could not see him.
     Then he pee'd on me.  From behind my shoulder the yellow stream arc'd
down to me, played about my belly, showered my hardon, threatened to
dribble up to my face.  Then he quickly sat beside me, patacaked the grass
clippings from his hands in the pool of his pee on my chest and said,
     --How'd ya like that for an entry?  I use to know another guy who
played naked in this yard, he got all excited when I pee'd on him.  I just
wanted to see if you were that kind of a guy.
     --Are you that kind of a boy?
     -- My friends an' I pee on each other when we go skinny-dipping.
     I grabbed for his head and rubbed his face in his pee; we rolled
around in the grass and giggled and grabbed for a few minutes.
     --What do you do for an encore?
     --Usually go swimming.  Maybe you could take me on your cycle and I
could show you where.  Could you?  Can I come with you?
     --Can you come at all?
     --My hand already knows what your mouth really wants to ask.
     I turned on the sprinkler and we danced the grass clippings away.
     --You get your helmet.  I'll get my bike.
     He ran for the gate to the front yard.  I tossed his shorts over the
fence and watched him stop and look at them lying on the ground before he
remembered he was naked but for a bandanna round his neck.

				   ----

     We left the bike under a shady oak at the edge of the parking lot and
he led the way down a rocky trail through the trees that bordered the lake.
The beach was called Hippie Hollow, the lake's name was the same as that of
another boy I knew from long ago and far away.  He paused under a sign that
warned the unsuspecting of the likelihood of nude bathing and cached his
shorts and sneakers in the bushes.  I followed his example.
     --This is the first time I have ever been to a nude beach.
     --You mean you never been swimming naked before?
     --No, I been skinny dipping lots, but never at a nude beach.
     There was no sand.  He sat in the shallows on a rocky shelf, the water
lapping his crotch. I paddled around for a while then floated up to rest my
head on his thighs.
     --Enterprise to Starbase One, request permission to refuel.
     --Permission granted, begin docking procedure.
     I moved closer and nuzzled his cock, he reached to pull his foreskin
back and rose to the task ahead.
     --Fueling boom extended Captain, ready for coupling.

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