Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2004 07:39:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE BOY BY THE POOL

Dear Readers: The story is true. Names and places have been changed to
protect the guilty - namely me! This story contains what today we would
consider 'unsafe' sex. Before some of the 'Sex Police' out there write me -
I would point out that it took place at a time when AIDS was unheard of.

I'm dedicating this, to paraphrase the Willie Nelson song, "To All The Boys
I've Loved Before!"

THE BOY BY THE POOL
Part One
by RimPig   2004

He was young. I figured no more than 18 or 19. Maybe as young as 15 or
16. I couldn't be sure.  Not too tall, about 5' 10". Dirty blond hair and
brown eyes. He was slender, well defined but definitely not a weight
lifter. The term 'swimmer's build' fit him perfectly - as did the
ridiculously small and tight red Speedo's he was wearing that left very
little to the imagination. And I've got one hell of an imagination!

 The bulge in that suit, that was almost bursting over the edge of what was
called the 'waistband' but was more appropriately called the 'pubic-band'
considering how low on his body it was, promised that like most shorter,
slender males I had run across in my more than considerable experience as a
cocksucker and ass-eater, was probably much longer and thicker than
average. I don't know what it was genetically that seemed to give smaller,
slender guys huge cocks but, well, there it was. No rhyme or reason for
it. Just my eternal gratitude!

Now, it was NOT my habit to seek out sexual partners among his age
group. Frankly, my taste runs more to men in their late 20's and early 30's
for purely sexual encounters (no strings, no commitments). It wasn't that
I'd turn down a horny 17-20 year old, it's just that I wouldn't waste my
time going after them. After all, I was in my late 20's then and those
'boys' usually saw me as 'ancient' - or worse, as an 'old pervert'. (I
won't even discuss the indignation that I felt at that appellation! The
idea that I wasn't even over 30 yet and already considered 'old'!)  These
boys were more likely to go after others their age with whom they could do
the dirty deed in private and then, by mutual consent, deny it ever
happened thus forestalling the day when they would have to admit that they
really DID like sucking on a buddy's cock or taking it up their shit-hole!

Anyway, this was at a motel pool in a small town on the west coast of
Florida. I had gone over from Fort Lauderdale to visit some relatives who I
didn't particularly want to spend a lot of time with but felt obligated to
visit. Therefore, under no circumstances did I want to stay with them. I
was much more comfortable staying in a motel and this one was close and
cheap. It was an obviously older motel but it was clean and private which
is all that I required. I wasn't looking for sex - I could run up to
St. Pete or Tampa, both of which were close by, if I really got horny.
Okay, I'll be honest. I'm never 'not' looking for sex. I just wasn't
actively 'hunting' at that point.  I figured that I would head back to Fort
Lauderdale in time to go to the baths on Sunday - this being early Friday
afternoon and I wasn't scheduled to meet with the relatives until that
evening for dinner at a restaurant. They did not know that I was in town
already. I had told them I'd meet them at the restaurant at 8 pm.

I began to wonder, though, about the boy. He seemed to be all alone,
swimming and diving as I sat there reading in the shade of one of the many
umbrellas scattered around the perimeter of the pool. I would occasionally
glance up to see what he was up to, especially when he was diving into the
pool from the diving board which I would cheerfully admit was quite a nice
view of his young body. He seemed to sense that I was watching him and I
noticed that very soon, he was making a great many more dives off that
diving board than he had before I really started watching him. It was
apparent that he not only knew I was watching - he enjoyed the fact that I
was watching and wanted to encourage me to continue.  The boy had no idea
how easy that was!

After a while, he seemed to tire, however and climbed out of the pool and
grabbed a towel and began to dry himself. That was interesting view for a
while as well! He, again, seemed to want to give me the best views possible
as he moved the towel around to different areas of his body. I figured the
show was over for the afternoon and he would head to his room but, instead,
he walked over to where I was and flopped down in the other lounge chair
that shared the shade of the umbrella!

We looked at each other and he smiled.

"Hi! My names Wade." he said in a thick 'hillbilly' accent which I
recognized as probably Tennessee.

"I'm Rob." I said, smiling back. "So! What part of Tennessee you from?"

The boy looked at me in shock, his mouth dropping open.

"Uhh...uhh...Greenville." he finally said. "How'd you know?"

I laughed.

"Your accent. My father was born in Alabama and I'm very familiar with
accents throughout the South."  I said.

"Y'all can tell, just from my accent that I'm from Tennessee?!" the boy
asked, amazed.

"Yep. All of the Southern states have distinct accents. If you listen
closely enough, you can tell them apart." I said.

"But you're a Yankee!" The boy protested.

"What's that got to do with anything? I've got ears, don't I? I happen to
love Southern accents.  They remind me of my father." I said.

"You loved you're Daddy?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, I did. He's been gone a long time. Since I was about your age, I
think." I said.

"How old do you think I am?" he asked.

I knew the egos of adolescent males made them want to seem older than they
were. Funny, we males no more go through that stage and then we want to be
thought of as younger than we are!  Human nature is just not ever truly
satisfied!

"Well...I figured you for around 19." I said.

"Nah!" he laughed, however, his chest puffed out some in pride even as he
denied it. "I'm only 17. Just turned last month."

"Well, you seem older, more mature." I said.

God forgive me! It was out of my mouth before I could stop it! It was
blatant manipulation and I knew it! I know the fastest way into a male's
pants is through his ego and I do it as second nature, I've been stalking
the almighty penis so long!

Now he was really 'preening' - right before my eyes. I knew I should excuse
myself and go back to my room before this went any further because I knew,
just as God made little green apples, that if this continued much longer,
this kid would be eating right out of my hand - or I'd be eating out his
butt, most likely!

I decided to change the subject.

"So...are you here all alone?" I asked.

"Nah. I'm with my parents." he said.

"So where are they? Sightseeing?" I asked.

It was then his face clouded over and I got the hint that something was
really wrong but I didn't know what.

"Uhh...no. They're up at the hospital in St. Petersburg with my sister." he
said quietly, obviously troubled by this.

"Why are they there?" I asked, concern showing in my voice. I just could
not resist a kid that was hurting. It was in my nature. I'd been a social
worker far too long!

Wade told me of his parents trip to St. Peterburg, a trip the family could
ill-afford, in an attempt to get help for his sister who was gravely ill
with some disease or condition that, for the life of me, I can't remember
what it was as I write this. It really doesn't matter. Let me hasten to
tell you, before you - dear reader - become too concerned, that I later
heard from Wade that his sister, thanks to the wonderful care she had
received, made a full and complete recovery from whatever it was.

Wade told me how he hated hospitals and, as much as he loved his sister,
just couldn't stand to hang around in one all day so his parents allowed
him to stay here at the motel while they went to the hospital to be with
their daughter.

"Doesn't it get lonely for you, though?" I asked him.

"Well, yeah. It does. But it sure beats bein' cooped up in that hospital
all day!" Wade insisted.

"Yes, I can see that. So, do you go to school?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'll be a senior next year." he said proudly.

"How long are you going to be here?" I asked.

"Well...I don't rightly know. We been here about a week and there don't
seem to be no answer to that yet. I've asked my Dad how long but all he
says is 'Until your sister is well'." he said.

"You must miss your friends." I said.

"Yeah. I do. I only got me one good friend. His names Tommy. I sure do wish
he was here with me." he said wistfully.

"How long have you known Tommy?" I asked.

"Since we was in second grade together." he answered.

"That's a long time." I said.

"Yeah." he admitted.

"No girlfriends? Surely a guy as good looking as you must have girls
hanging all over him." I said.

Oh, shut my mouth! I'm doing it again! And now Wade was blushing a deep
shade of scarlet.

"Nah! I ain't got no girl friend. Never did have one. My Dad says there's
plenty of time for that.  Besides, I'm too busy. I'm on both the swim team
and the track team. I'm tryin' to get me a scholarship to college because
my folks can't afford to send me. Me and Tommy both are tryin' to get
scholarships. We're hopin' to go to the same college together." he said.

Hmm?! This Tommy relationship was beginning to sound interesting. Two boys,
this close who've known each other practically all their lives? I know what
that usually breeds - sexual experimentation! I wonder if Wade and Tommy
have been 'sexploring' (as I like to call it) together?

"Sounds like you and Tommy are real close." I said.

"Yeah. We are." Wade admitted. "I really miss him. I haven't even been able
to call him."

Oh, fuck! Now there was an opening if I've ever heard one!

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well...uhh...long distance phone calls are expensive and I ain't got any
money for them and I don't want my parents to have to pay for it. It's
costin' them almost all they've got to bring my sister here." he said
quietly.

I could tell he was ashamed to admit that his family was not wealthy, if
fact, were probably a lot closer to poor than rich. I knew I shouldn't do
it, but I just couldn't stop myself.

"Well, I'll tell you what. I can afford it. Why don't we go over to my room
and you can call Tommy on my room phone? How about that?" I asked.

Wade's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning! He grinned at me but
then his face suddenly became very serious again.

"Why would you do that for me?" he asked.

At first, I thought he might have figured out my little game but then I
realized he was concerned that I was taking 'pity' on him for being
poor. His pride was ready to be injured by this.

"Well...let's just say that I was your age once and I had a really good
friend like Tommy. I know what it's like to not be able to talk to him or
see him and I'm all alone. I don't have a wife or kids to spend money on
so, trust me, I can afford it. You seem like a nice guy and you also seem
like you've got enough bringing you down, what with your sister being sick
and all. I'd just like to do something that would make you happy because
doing that makes me happy. I like making people feel good. It's my
profession." I said.

"What are you?" Wade asked suspiciously.

"I'm a social worker and a family counselor. I try to help people who are
in trouble. Try to help them turn their lives around." I said.

"Ohh!" Wade said, as if he understood and everything made sense now. "So
you really wouldn't mind if I called Tommy?"

"No, I wouldn't mind at all." I smiled.

"But sometimes we talk for a real long time!" he insisted.

"That's perfectly all right." I assured him.

"Well...if you're sure. I surely would love to talk to him!" Wade said,
capitulating.

"Great!" I said and got up off the lounge chair then. "Come on. Let's see
if Tommy's home!"

Wade followed me to my room. Once there I handed him the phone and made for
the door.

"Now, you talk to him as long as you want. I'm going back to the pool. Just
make sure the door is locked when you leave." I said.

"You're just gonna leave me alone?" Wade said.

"Well, yes. Why not? You need privacy to talk to your friend." I explained
to him.

"But all your stuff's in here." he insisted.

"So? I trust you." I said, simply.

Wade smiled at this and I saw his chest puff out a bit then. It has been my
experience, for the most part, that people live 'up' or 'down' to your
expectations of them. Wade now knew that my expectation of him was as an
honest man. I really did think he was. And, of course, I was proved right
about that. After all, you don't spend as many years working with people as
I have had an not become a pretty good judge of character.

I closed the door and went back out to the pool. True to his word, Wade was
on the phone to his best friend for a long time. I have no idea what the
two boys were talking about...well, having been young once (though by then
it seemed like centuries before!) I had some ideas. I do know that I came
up in the conversation, as Wade later told me, when Wade explained to Tommy
how he was able to call him and talk so long. All I know beyond that is
that when Wade came out of my room, he was a boy who seemed to have had the
weight of the world lifted off his shoulders.  His grin was almost ear to
ear at having made contact with his best friend. At that moment, I really
hoped that they were as close as I suspected they were because, being the
hopeless romantic that I am, I believed that everyone needed someone that
close.

"I hope I didn't run up your bill too much." Wade said by way of apology.

"Don't worry about it. I told you I could afford it. How's Tommy?" I asked.

"He's great! He says he really misses me. I sure to God miss him! He's
gonna ask his Mom and Dad if I can't stay with them until my sister can
come home. I really don't want to stay here the rest of the summer." he
said.

"Do you think your parents will allow that?" I asked.

"Yeah. I think they will. You see, Tommy was gone with his parents for a
week to see his grandparents when all this came up. We only had two days to
make it down here to the hospital for my sister to get seen. I think my Mom
and Dad would have let me stay with Tommy and his folks if they'd been
home." he said.

"So when will Tommy know?" I asked.

"He told me that if I could call back tomorrow morning, he'd talk to his
parents tonight." Wade said.

"Well, sure. Come by my room in the morning and you can call Tommy and
see." I said.

"My only problem is how to get home. It costs too much money to fly and
even the Greyhound bus is expensive. I don't know if my folks would let me
ride the bus home by myself." he mused.

"Well, you are 17 now. That's almost a man. I don't see why not." I
said. "But why don't you wait to see what Tommy's folks say before you
start worrying about that."

"Yeah. I guess you're right." he smiled.

"So, would you like a coke?" I asked.

"Sure!" he said.

I got up off the lounge.

"Follow me back to the room. I've got them in the fridge." I said.

Now, I want to make one thing perfectly clear here. I was NOT trying to
seduce the boy at this point. I truly did like him. He was a nice kid. I
was also concerned about him. I knew the stress of his sister being ill,
being pulled out of his home environment and dropped down in this very
lonely one was not something that was at all good for him. What people fail
to realize is the emotionally destabilizing effect of high dose of hormone
in adolescents. Oh, people mouth the words, but what they don't realize is
that the power of the hormones to create mood swings, especially
depression, make adolescence one of the most dangerous times, emotionally,
in a person's life.  People ignore the statistics of the high rate of
adolescent suicide annually. As a professional who has dealt with
adolescents for most of my career, I'm well aware of them! I truly felt
that getting Wade back to his home and with his best friend was, at that
point, probably the best thing for him.

We reached my room and I went to the little refrigerator in the room which
I'd already stocked with soft drinks. While I did drink, I drank rum - not
beer so I had cokes to mix rum and cokes with. I was not, however, about to
offer Wade one and didn't feel comfortable drinking in front of him without
offering. Wade accepted a coke and sat down in one of the two chairs at a
small caf^Â table in the room. We talked some more about his family, about
school and the conversation finally worked it's way around, as it usually
does with males - no matter what their ages - to sex.  Wade was, at first,
somewhat reluctant to bring up this topic but, as most of my adolescent
clients had found, I'm very easy to talk to about anything. I'm not, by
nature, judgmental nor condescending - two of the traits which make most
adults the last people on earth that adolescents want to talk to about
anything! I remember all too well being 'talked down to' by adults when I
was Wade's age and how much I hated it.

I quickly discovered that Wade really knew very little about sex. It seems
that 'sex education' was not even a part of the curriculum in the schools
he attended in Tennessee! (Oh, the ignorant fucking "Bible Belt"!) He knew
nothing about female physiology - or male physiology, for that matter. He
knew nothing about methods of birth control (other than 'abstinence' - a
real joke when it comes to adolescents!) And, of course, nothing about
'alternative sexual lifestyles' except that queers were 'limp-wristed
fairies'. He started asking me questions and it was obvious that he was
eager to learn. I knew he probably ought to be talking to his parents but
it was obvious that, if they hadn't had 'the talk' with this boy by age 17,
they were never going to get around to it.

When I broached the subject of male/male sexuality, Wade at first was
shocked but obviously fascinated by it. He kept asking more and more
questions about why a guy would want another guy, how and what guys did
together, all that sort of stuff. At first, he refused to believe that some
of the stuff I was talking about was true or could even happen! It was
because of this that I did something I really hadn't intended to do. I went
into my suitcase and brought out some of my 'stroke books' with pictures of
these acts. Of course, today, I carry a portable DVD player with great
DVD's from TitanMen and Falcon Studios but nothing like that existed then.

Wade sat, looking through the books at the glossy pictures of sexual acts
between two and more males, his jaw dropped in shock and his cock obviously
hard and leaking cock-honey that created a large wet stain on the front of
those red Speedo's of his. I was amazed that the suit was able to contain
his erection! The elasticity of the fabric was incredible!

When he had finished the first book I gave him, he looked at me with wonder
in his eyes.

"Ha...have you...have you ever done any of these things?" he asked.

Well, I guess I'd asked for that one. I wasn't about to lie to him.

"Yes. I've done every one of them and more." I said.

"Really?!" he asked.

"Yes, really. I've been having sex since I was much younger than you are."
I told him.

"How old were you the first time?" he asked.

"I was 14." I said.

"Damn!" he said.

"I take it you've never done anything like the things in the pictures." I
stated.

"No! The only thing I've ever done is me and Tommy sometimes jack-off
together. And even then, we don't touch each other." he said.

I'm sure he had no idea the wistfulness I could hear in his voice when he
made this last statement.  I got the distinct impression that he would love
for him and Tommy to 'touch each other' but, obviously, neither of them had
the guts to be the one to initiate that.

"But I think you'd like to touch Tommy, hmm?" I asked quietly.

Wade blushed a deep red, looked down and softly said, "Yeah."

"So I take it you've never had a blow job." I said to him.

"No! I mean, Tommy and me, we talk all the time about what one must feel
like, but I've never had it done and neither has he." Wade said. "The girls
we know don't do that kind of thing. Shit!  I've only been out with one
girl and all she would do was kiss me."

"Well, to be honest with you, most girls don't do that kind of thing very
well anyway. But of course, they wouldn't." I told him.

"Why not?" he ask, his curiosity peaked by my statement.

"Well, it just stands to reason. A girl hasn't got a cock. How the hell
would they know what feels good to a guy's cock?" I asked him.

He thought about that one for a moment.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. That does make sense." he admitted.

"No, nobody gives head like another guy. A guy really knows what turns
another guy on - how to make it feel really good! I've had women go down on
me and I've had guys and, I'll tell you what! Give me a guy any day!" I
told him.

"Uhh...have you...uhh, what I mean is...uhh...have you ever sucked another
guy?" Wade asked hesitantly.

I smiled at him.

"Sure have. Probably more than you can count." I said.

"So you're gay?" Wade asked, not like this was any great revelation by this
point.

"Yeah. I am. Oh, that doesn't mean I haven't had sex with women. I have. I
just like doing it with another guy better. But that's me. Every guy has to
find what he's comfortable with. Some guys only go for other guys. Some
guys go for only girls. Some guys like both. Just depends." I explained.

"I ain't ever met a gay guy before." Wades said.

"I'll bet you have and you just didn't know it." I said. "Like most guys
your age, you've been fed all this bullshit about gay men being effeminate
and weak. Some of the most masculine, strongest men I know are gay. You
can't tell what somebody is by the way they act or the way they look." I
told him.

He seemed to think about that one for a while. Then he looked at me and
asked a question which, I suppose, I should have expected and didn't.

"Do you think I'm good looking?" he asked.

"To be completely honest with you, Wade, I do. And that's unusual. Usually
I don't find guys your age all that attractive. I like guys who are older
than you are - more towards their 30's. No offense, but a lot of guys your
age just are too immature to deal with." I said.

"Yeah. I can understand that. I don't like most guys my age either. That's
why Tommy and I are so close. He's the only guy that I really like and
really get along with. Most of the guys that I know are too busy chasing
girls or getting drunk or stoned. Neither Tommy or me are into any of that
stuff. We want the chance to get out of Greenville and make a life for
ourselves." Wade said and then was quiet for a while I didn't know what was
going through his head until his next question came out. "So...uhh...if you
find me attractive...why haven't you tried to do anything with me?"

"To tell you the truth, because you haven't indicated that you'd be at all
comfortable with doing anything with me. I'm not a predator. I don't go
around trying to force guys to have sex with me.  I can easily find enough
of them who want to without that. Again, most guys your age are not
interested in having sex with someone my age. I just figured that if you
were at all interested, you'd let me know. I wasn't about to ask you and
put you on the spot. I don't want you doing anything that you don't want to
do or that you feel uncomfortable about." I said.

He was quiet again for a while, obviously mulling this over. Finally he
looked at me.

"I've never done anything like the stuff in this book. I don't know if I'd
be any good at it." he said hesitantly.

I wanted to laugh - but didn't! The male ego! The boy doesn't want to be
seen as inept or awkward but how can anybody help it their first time?

"You don't have to be 'good' at it. Nobody is their first time. You don't,
in fact, have to do anything. I'm more than willing to give you
pleasure. All you have to do is lay back and accept it." I said. "Tell me
something, is there anything in those pictures that piqued your interest?
Anything you have questions about or think you'd like to try?"

"Well...I'd love to feel what a blowjob feels like. As to questions - yeah!
I got a bunch of them!"  he said.

"Okay. Like what?" I asked.

"Well...there's this picture here..." he said, turning pages in the
magazine until he found the one he wanted. "Is what's goin' on here what I
think is goin' on here?"

I looked down at the picture. Hot damn! It was one of my favorite pictures
of one guy eating another guy's butt! As those of you who've read my
stories know, it's one of my favorite things of all.

"What do you think is going on?" I asked him.

"It looks like the one guy is lickin' the other guy's ass!" Wade answered.

"That's exactly what's going on." I informed him.

"Ain't that really nasty?" he asked.

"Well, I guess it could be. All depends on how you see things. Guys eat
pussy. Now, if you think about that, you might think that was really nasty,
too. I can tell you one thing. I love to eat a guy's ass and, while lots of
guys might think it's nasty, they sure love how it feels! Even if they
never would consider doing it, a lot of them love having it done." I said.

"Really?!" Wade asked in shock.

"Really." I said. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. Look at this one." he said, turning the page and pointing.

This was a picture of a young guy with a huge cock fucking another young
guy in the ass.

"Doesn't that fuckin' hurt?!" Wade asked.

"It sure does, the first time - especially if they guys don't know what
they're doing. But once you get used to it, it feels really good. Of
course, I'm talking from the standpoint of the guy who's getting fucked in
the ass. They guy who's doing the fucking...well...it always feels good to
him.  Ass is a lot tighter than pussy. A lot of guys like that." I told
him.

"You've been fucked in the ass?" he asked in amazement.

"Yeah. Lots and lots of times." I smiled.

"With a cock that big?!" he insisted.

"With cocks that big and bigger - and smaller." I said.

"Fuck!" he breathed in wonder.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Well..." he hesitated.

"What is it?" I asked, noticing his reticence.

"Uhh...there's this picture..." he said, turning to the page I had wondered
when he would get around to asking about.

"Yeah?" I asked, nonchalantly.

"The one guy is pissing on the other one!" he said.

"Yeah. He is." I answered.

"And it looks like the guy is drinkin' the other guy's piss!" Wade said,
shaking his head in confusion.

"Yeah. That happens." I said.

"What the fuck would some guy get outa gettin' pissed on or drinkin'
another guy's piss, for God's sake?!" Wade asked incredulously.

"Well...that's a little more difficult to explain." I said. "There's any
number of things going on there. First of all, some guys get off on being
degraded or demeaned by somebody else. It can be another guy or even a
girl. I know straight guys who love getting pissed on by women."

"Really?" Wade asked.

"Yeah. Really. But a lot of guys get off on the sensual feel of being
pissed on. It's hot and wet and it just feels good if you get into it. Some
guys find it just fun to piss on somebody else. That's about all I can tell
you about it." I said.

"Uhh..." he started.

"And before you ask, yes. I've done it. I've been pissed on by guys and I
love it. Not because I like being degraded but because I like the feeling
of it. And because it's a very 'intimate' act.  There's a certain turn on
there." I told him.

"But what about drinking it?" he asked, definite repugnance showing in his
voice.

"Well, that's a whole different story. Now, I know guys who really get off
on drinking another guy's piss. They want to do it to every guy they have
sex with. I'm not into that. I've only drunk a very few guy's piss. And
they were guys who I was REALLY into them! REALLY attracted to them. I
wanted to drink them because...well...because I wanted to take a part of
them inside of me - just like I love to swallow a guy's cum when I suck his
cock. It's part of him and I want that part of him. I can't give you a more
adequate explanation than that, I'm sorry. It's kind of an emotional thing
with me and I don't have words to explain it." I finally admitted.

"No. I think I can kind of understand that. I mean, I watched Tommy shoot
his load when we jack off together and I've wanted to taste it. Some of it
is that I've tasted mine and I want to know if his tastes any
different. But some of it's because it's his. It's Tommy's. I think tasting
his would somehow make me feel closer to him. Does that make any sense?" he
asked shyly.

"That makes tremendous sense, Wade. It does make you feel closer to another
guy. It's especially that way if you eat each other's cum." I said.

"So maybe, for you, piss isn't much different?" he asked.

"Exactly." I said.

"So...uhh...can we...I mean...could we..." he faltered.

"Could we do some of these things? Wade, whatever you want to do, I'm
willing to do with you.  You just have to tell me what you want." I smiled.

"Really?!" he asked.

"Really. If you just want me to suck your cock, I'll do that. If you want
me to lick your butt, I'll do it. If you want to fuck me, that's okay. If
you want to piss on me, well, all you've got to do is ask." I said.

He grinned so wide I thought his face would split in two. Then he got
serious again.

"Is there anything else that I haven't seen?" he asked.

"Well...yes there is, but most of it is a little too advanced for this
stage, okay? Trust me on that.  Oh! There is one more thing that I really
love that I hope you won't mind." I said.

"What is it?" he asked, somewhat suspiciously.

"Well...I really get off to the scent of a guy's body. His natural scent."
I said. "You know, when he's kind of sweaty and musky smelling?"

Wade looked at me in shock and was quiet for quite a while. I thought that
somehow this had gone too far for him but I couldn't see how, seeing as
he'd already was talking about pissing!

"Uhh...I love that, too." he said quietly, looking down, unable to meet my
gaze.

"You do?" I asked.

"Yeah. I have a terrible time not getting a boner in the locker room all
the time when I'm around other guys after PE or practice and when Tommy and
I jack off together, I love it when we haven't taken a shower and I can
smell his sweat and stuff. Shit! Sometimes I get off on my own smells." he
said quietly, still unable to meet my gaze.

I didn't say anything. I just smiled. Eventually, Wade looked up, I guess
thinking he'd grossed me out or something but he just saw my smile and
slowly he smiled back.

"Yeah. I know what you mean. I get off on my own smells, too,
sometimes. Love to smell my pits while I jack off or rub my hand around my
sweaty balls and then smell it. Ever do that?" I asked him.

"Oh, yeah! All the fucking time!" he grinned.

I could see the joy on his face of discovering that he was not as 'weird'
as he thought he was.  Somebody else did the things he did and got off on
them! I knew that feeling when I was young.  Finding out for the first time
that all this stuff that you've done alone or fantasized about was stuff
that other guys got off on, too! It's a really exhilarating feeling to know
you aren't 'alone' in the world! You aren't 'weird'!

"So what are you feeling right now?" I asked quietly.

"The truth?" he asked.

"Yeah. The truth." I answered.

"I'm really fuckin' horny!" he grinned.

The End of Part One of THE BOY BY THE POOL

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