Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2011 05:29:37 -0800 (PST)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys who make the first move - corrected
Warning: The following stories are works of fiction. They never happened,
except in the author's imagination. This stories may contain graphic sex
between teenage boys and an adult man. However, the author does not
encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are
underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you're
supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else to wank off to.
If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something
else to read. If you're looking for a story that has someone having sex in
every other sentence, this one is not it ... well actually, this one pretty
much is, I guess. LOL
Copyright AmateurishWriter 2011 - The author retains the copyright for this
story. Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or
in print without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright.
The use of any character in this story, or any facsimile thereof, is
strictly forbidden and a violation of the copyright.
Comments to AmateurishWriter@yahoo.com, pro and con and of a constructive
nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers
will be ignored.
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Author's Note:
Here's a New Year's gift for Nifty's readers.
As with "The Christmas Choir Train," I compiled these five into one
submission quickly, with only two proof readings, so please forgive any
obvious errors, particularly in punctuation and grammar. Enjoy!
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Second Author's Note:
Over the years I have started a number of stories but lost interest in
completing some of them for one reason or another. However, I just
couldn't delete them. Then, recently, it occurred to me that I could post
them here on Nifty as an anthology with the theme of "Boys Who Make the
First Move" along with the idea of letting you, the readers, allow your
imaginations to fantasize the endings, each in your own way.
Definition: of "anthology" - noun ( pl. -gies)
- a published collection of poems or other pieces of writing : an anthology
of adult/youth stories.
Here are the five titles included in this anthology:
Man and Boy, A Friendship
I Wish I Was M.A.R.C.
The Skinny Dipper
The Watched Watcher
The Con Artist Kid
A Tease or Two:
Most of the boys mentioned in these stories really did live in my
neighborhood at one time or another and the lads all looked then as I
described them and provided me with many delightful fantasies. Only the
names were changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent ... just
kidding, maybe). Also, one of the stories told here really did happen.
The boy did indeed make advances. Three separate times. However, and I
stress this, no sex, expressed or implied in any story here or in reality,
actually ever happened except in this writer's imagination. And, I shall
never tell which story it is.
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An Anthology: Boys who make the first move
Story Number One: Man and Boy, A Friendship
(Originally started in 2000)
Introduction
The Man: Every evening the man came home from work, changed to his
comfortable "old clothes" and strolled down to the shore. Sometimes he
would carry a dog-eared paperback and other times he would bring a sketch
pad. Occasionally he would bring binoculars. He always brought an ice
cold soda.
So long as the weather was good enough, he would sit on the stone wall and
read, sketch or watch the wildlife along the shoreline and on the water or
the boats as they sailed or motored passed the reef that was just off the
beach. If he was lucky he might see a boy as well. A boy who would remind
him of the days, 15 to 25 years past, when he had many adolescent youths as
friends.
The man, in his early 50's, assumed that he was past the interest of boys.
Still handsome but no longer youthful and in shape, he was beyond his time
of vigorous sports, of running, horsing around and roughhousing. Now he
more enjoyed golf and his reading, sketching and watching. Wildlife and
people, but especially boys, were fascinating to watch.
The Boy: Whenever he could, the boy would walk down to a spot near the
shore where he could watch for the man. He had heard the older boys talk
about the man and was curious. The man had always been nice and all the
adults seemed to like him. He often would hire one of the older boys to do
odd jobs about his house and there was never a word about anything out of
the ordinary happening other than the work that was being done. But some
of the boys still continued to whisper about him. They said he was gay and
this is what caught the boy's curiosity.
As the boy grew toward puberty he began to discover his body and the good
feelings that it could provide. Soon he began to learn things about life
and about himself. He learned that it was exciting to watch his friends as
they changed for sports or the beach. Their naked bodies caught his
attention and he would have to hide himself so they would not see his
evident interest. As he reached the age of 13 he had come to accept that
he was gay but he had so many questions and no one he could trust with whom
to ask them. His parents were divorced. They hated each other and the boy
always seemed to suffer due to the fighting. He had Grandparents too but
they lived a distance away and he cherished what little time he had with
them too much to spend it on an embarrassing topic. Oh, they all loved him
but he just knew that asking them would be a mistake.
He wondered if he was brave enough to try talking with the man. After all,
while the older boys said that he was gay, everyone seemed to like him, so
what did he have to fear. Maybe, just maybe, he could win the man's trust
and get some answers. He had to try but he was very nervous.
Chapter One - Jack Rabbit
"Hey kid! You spyin' on me 'er what?" The man's gruff challenge caught
the boy off guard and he turned to run. "Don't jack rabbit on me now young
fella'." He called out urgently. "Not after all the days you took to get
this close."
"You knew I been here other days ... wa'.. watchin' you?" The boy, nervous
as he was, was a bit disappointed with himself that he hadn't been better
at keeping hidden.
"Yup." The man smiled as the boy shifted from one foot to the other.
The boy saw the smile and moved to just across the narrow road from where
the man was sitting on the seawall. "Who's Jack Rabbit?"
"Huh? Oh. Well, it may be a who but I meant it as a what. Jack rabbit,
as in 'high tail it', 'split', 'take off' ... "
"Oh." The boy just stood there. He was still on the brink of jack
rabbiting.
"I see ya' still got an itchy foot there." The man made a soft sigh.
"What's your name?"
"Mike ... Michael, er, well, the guys call me Mike but my parents prefer
Michael." His foot seemed to have lost some of its itch.
"Well kid, what do you prefer?"
"Mike is fine Mr. Sm ..."
"Hold on there Mike!" The man cut in. "My Dad was Mister. You, please,
just call me John. Hearin' Mister all the time makes me feel older than I
am."
"Oh but my parents would say that's disrespectful. I'm supposed to be
respectful to adults."
"That's good manners Mike, bein' respectful and such. But respecting
someone's wishes is respectful of them too. So, if they ever say anything
you just say you're respecting my wishes and my feelings too. See?"
"Oohh yeeaaaah, I see." The boy said it with enthusiasm.
Then the boy slowly walked across the road and sat on a big rock a few feet
from the man. He looked down at the binoculars the man was holding and
asked; "What do you watch with those? Birds?"
John handed the glasses to Mike. "Why don't you have a look for yourself
and tell me what you see? Mind the strap. It goes around your neck just
in case."
Mike carefully put the strap over his head and slowly scanned the horizon
and then methodically worked his way back and forth looking at everything
in sight, both near and far. "Wow! These are real powerful. You can see
birds and boats. I can watch the waves and even that lady on her porch as
she waters her flowers. Wow!"
"I do sometimes watch people." The man confessed with a guilty chuckle.
"But it's not really polite. Most times I like to watch the birds, the
weather and the sea and also the sailboats. I used to sail and I miss it."
"Why don't you sail then if you miss it?" The boy asked.
The man looked wistfully out to the sea and sighed. "Oh, it's a long story
but I don't have a boat anymore. I had to sell it to use the money to pay
bills."
The man and boy continued to talk back and forth. Mostly the boy would ask
questions that popped into his mind from the answers that the man gave to
the previous questions. He was content to satisfy the boy's rampant
curiosity. It was very entertaining to watch as the boy relaxed and grow
more confident. Finally the man finished his soda and got up to walk home.
"Oh, do you have to go?" The boy asked with disappointment.
"Yes Mike, I have chores to do and supper to make. But, it was nice to
talk with you."
"I liked it too." Mike smiled up at John.
"And why do you think that?" John smiled back.
"Because you talk to me like I was, well, not like I was just a kid. That
make sense?"
"Yes my boy, that makes a lot of sense. I like talking to you too 'cause
you don't talk to me like I was just an adult." They both laughed and John
patted the boy on the shoulder like a friend rather than on the head like a
boy.
"Well Mike, my stomach's growlin' so I better be off. Maybe I'll see ya'
here again."
"Yeah! You will." Mike turned and headed back calling over his shoulder;
"See ya' John!"
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Author's comments:
I know it's not much but it's just the way I can imagine a youngster,
desperate for answers, approaching someone older that he knew probably had
those answers and who seemed nice, safe and approachable. However, it's so
sad these days that society has seen fit to fill kids' minds with so many
fears that they're outgoing curiosity and friendliness is inhibited.
In any event, I'm sure that you readers will have fun imagining what
direction this story might have gone.
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This next story is a bit longer and and, if I do say so, more imaginative.
It was also complicated as the two characters learn who the other is. I'm
still not sure I kept it all straight in my mind, much less the story.
Back when I was writing M.A.R.C., and posting it to Nifty, I got many
e-mails about the story. Some, I am sure because of the way that they
expressed themselves, were from readers who were quite young. While this
website is, with all the appropriate warnings, for those of legal age, I
wouldn't be at all surprised that there are boys who have learned about it
and had their burning curiosities bring them here to peek at some of the
stories. In my imagination, this story is about one such lad.
Disclaimer:
The screen name and instant message ID, "MikeyLikesIt8284," used in this
story is purely fictitious, made up by the author back when this story was
originally started, and any similarity to characters or persons, real or
imagined, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Story Number Two: I Wish I Was M.A.R.C.
(Originally started in 2002)
Introduction
Sometime last Fall I made the following post on one of the BL bulletin
boards: A funny thing happened to me at my mailbox the other day, my
anonymous writing career rose up and nearly bit me on the butt. Well, not
really but it gave me food for thought and made me realize just how widely
read a certain nifty erotic story site actually was.
Where I live our mailboxes are lined up in a row against a tall hedge along
the side of the road. The other side of the hedge is a neighbor's back
yard. And, in that back yard my neighbor's 13 year old son was complaining
to his friend about how he wished he had a dad and how strict his Mom was.
With a deep sigh young Davy declared, "Man, I wish I was Marc." My ears
twitched but I didn't really pay all that much attention. Marc is not that
un-common a name.
"Who's Marc?" His playmate asked as I continued to pull the mail out of my
mailbox.
"Huh? Oh, he's an android kid in a story." This time my ears did twitch
and I nearly strangled as I choked off a surprise cough.
"Cool!" His friend exclaimed as his interest was piqued. "Can I read it?"
"Huh? Er ... ah ..." Davy tried to be evasive. "Nah, it's just a dumb
kiddy book I read at my Grandma's."
"Oh." Davy's poor friend sounded really disappointed.
Meanwhile, I beat a fast retreat back to my house. Even though, in that
setting, there was no way the kid could have known that the real author of
M.A.R.C.'s story was just ten feet away innocently picking up his mail, I
still prickled with the cold fear that I had been discovered.
Well, my fellow BL's I'm sure you can imagine how nervous this incident has
made me. Signed - AmateurishWriter
I thought that my fellow BL bulletin board members might get a laugh out of
this little episode and many did. I got some very funny reply posts, some
lewd suggestions in jest, some better advice kind of comments and then the
thread faded towards the back of the list and finally, quietly fell off.
After the fact, I too though that it was quite funny. But then the e-mails
started.
Chapter One - The E-mails
The e-mails started along about the time my post faded from the board and I
had almost forgotten about it. They continued for a good 3 weeks or so.
E-mail One - M.A.R.C.
I love the story about Marc. It's so cool! I read all the chapters so
far. Marc is so lucky to have someone like John. Was that the end? I
hope not. Will you write more?
Signed - MikeyLikesIt8284
Reply - Re: M.A.R.C.
Hi Mikey -
I'm glad you liked my story. I don't know if there will be more. Maybe.
A lot of people want me to keep writing it.
I like your screen name, it's like that old cereal commercial on TV.
Anyhow, Thanks for writing.
Take care, John (AmateurishWriter)
Stories on Nifty to date:
HandiBoy - gay/adult-youth section
A Christmas Present - gay/adult-youth section
The Beastmaster Boy - gay/celebrity section
M.A.R.C. - the gay/adult-youth and gay/sf-fantasy sections
Good Ole Paul - gay/young-friends section
From Russia with Bear Hugs - gay/adult-youth section
E-mail Two - Re: Re: M.A.R.C.
Wow! Did you really write all those stories? I can't wait to read them.
But my Mom is very strict so I have to go on Nifty when she isn't around.
MikeyLikesIt8284
Reply - How old r u?
Hey. If you are under 18 you shouldn't be reading on Nifty. I know it's
tempting but I wouldn't feel right if I didn't tell you that.
John
E-mail Three - Re: How old r u?
I'm 13 but smart for my age. I know all about sex stuff. I know that
there are some bad people online too. I'm real careful. Like I can tell
you are nice. I can tell from your stories.
MikeyLikesIt8284
Reply - Re: Re: How old r u?
Oh my. 13? Really? I shouldn't have given you that list of my stories
then. You are smart to be careful. There are guys on here who would make
you think that they are nice and then try to get you to do something like
cyber or phone sex or even to meet them. Don't be mad at your parents for
being strict. They are only because they love you.
John
E-mail Four - Re: Re: How old r u?
I have just my mom. My dumb dad divorced her and married his sexy
secretary. They live far away now.
MikeyLikesIt8284
Reply - Divorce
Hi Mikey -
I'm sorry that they divorced and your dad lives so far from you. You must
miss him. But, you have your Mom and I'm sure she loves you.
John
E-mail Five - Re: Divorce
Mikey isn't my real name. I use my brothers screen name but he's at
college now. but Mikey isn't his real name either but its okay. You can
use it.
MikeyLikesIt8284
Reply - Name
Oh. Well, as I said before; It's good to be careful.
John
E-mail Six - Re: Name
Oh. About what you said before yeah, I do miss my dad but he could be a
jerk at times. I know he loves me and all that stuff. But, I wish I had
somebody to talk to. Not just my friends. Somebody who knows stuff. You
know what I mean?
MikeyLikesIt8284
Reply - Re: Re: Name
Yup, I sure do know what you mean. You can talk with me, you know, IM me
if you like. Just because we might be thousands of miles apart doesn't
mean I can't be a friend and of help to you, answer your questions. You
know, that kind of stuff. I've had young friends online before. It's
nice.
John
E-mail Seven - no subject
cool. ok. I need to ask you a personal question. Its ok if you don't
answer. Did you ever have a friend my age in real life?
MikeyLikesIt8284
Reply - Young friends
Yes, sure. Well, I use to. When I was much younger I had a number of
young friends in real life but not now and I miss them. Eddie in the
M.A.R.C. story was one of my first young friends. Some were closer friends
than others. Now I just have young friends online that I talk with. One
who is 16 lives just 3 miles from me. I've known him since he was 12 but
we have never met. Another guy who's 16 lives about 20 miles away and we
don't meet in person either, just chat online.
John
E-mail Eight - Re: Young Friends
oic Why don't you meet them?
Reply - Re: Re: Young Friends
Well, they never asked so I suppose that they don't want to meet and I
respect that. I'm not sure what I would do if they asked.
John
E-mail Nine - Re: Re: Re: Young Friends
oic
MikeyLikesIt8284
The e-mails stopped coming as mysteriously as they started and I figured
the kid had just lost interest.
Chapter Two - The Instant Messages
A couple days after the last e-mail, I heard that telltale IM jingle.
MikeyLikesIt8284: Hey Guess who?
AmateurishWriter: Gee. Lemme see ... ahh ahh. LOL
MikeyLikesIt8284: lol I just got my instant message thing to work
AmateurishWriter: Cool. It's easier to talk with IM's
MikeyLikesIt8284: yeah. why don't those boys you told me about want to
meet you?
AmateurishWriter: dunno. maybe they're nervous. it's good to be careful
but I'm sure you know that
MikeyLikesIt8284: yeah but u seem ok
AmateurishWriter: thanks, that's kind of you
MikeyLikesIt8284: if you did meet one what would you do?
AmateurishWriter: well, maybe have a soda, a burger and talk
MikeyLikesIt8284: oh would you take them some place
AmateurishWriter: I'm not sure what you mean but I would suggest meeting in
a mall or some place public
MikeyLikesIt8284: why?
AmateurishWriter: it's safer for them ... and me too, I suppose
MikeyLikesIt8284: are they gay?
AmateurishWriter: yes, I believe so. they think they are anyhow
MikeyLikesIt8284: would you?
AmateurishWriter: would I what?
MikeyLikesIt8284: you know
AmateurishWriter: u mean do it with them?
MikeyLikesIt8284: yeah
AmateurishWriter: That would be illegal
MikeyLikesIt8284: oic
That was a sort of cryptic answer and then he just disappeared. Logged
off.
The following evening I got home from work and logged on. I noticed that
MikeyLikesIt8284 was online but I didn't IM him. With youngsters I don't
encourage continuing the online contact unless they want to so I tend to
always let them IM me first. That's also good in case they have someone
there as I don't want to embarrass them or anything.
After a couple minutes he IM'ed me.
MikeyLikesIt8284: hey!
AmateurishWriter: Hey yourself :)
MikeyLikesIt8284: how r u?
AmateurishWriter: great, u?
MikeyLikesIt8284: ok
AmateurishWriter: just ok?
MikeyLikesIt8284: lonely
AmateurishWriter: oh, I know that feeling
MikeyLikesIt8284: how come your not married?
AmateurishWriter: how'd you know that?
MikeyLikesIt8284: Im sorry. I didn't mean to be nosy
AmateurishWriter: sok, I don't mind
MikeyLikesIt8284: I forgot, u r gay
AmateurishWriter: Well, actually I'm bi but guess I like guys mostly. You
know that gay men do sometimes marry women and have families?
MikeyLikesIt8284: Yes I know. sorry
AmateurishWriter: Why sorry? Don't be afraid to ask me questions. If
one's too personal I'll let you know but I wont be mad.
MikeyLikesIt8284: k
AmateurishWriter: :)
MikeyLikesIt8284: u like boys then?
AmateurishWriter: Well, yes, I like boys but men too. My last BF was 35
but he moved away. :(
MikeyLikesIt8284: kind of like my dad
AmateurishWriter: well, sort of I suppose
MikeyLikesIt8284: then you must be lonely too
AmateurishWriter: Sometimes but I have work and other things to do. Do you
like sports or have a hobby?
MikeyLikesIt8284: Lacrosse and sailing and my bike and reading your stories
LOL
AmateurishWriter: I have fun writing them but I shouldn't have listed them
for you
MikeyLikesIt8284: I wont tell. you didn't know i was 13 anyhow
AmateurishWriter: true
MikeyLikesIt8284: ;)
AmateurishWriter: my Dad played Lacrosse and I grew up sailing. I sold my
boat to start my business
MikeyLikesIt8284: what do you do?
AmateurishWriter: Graphic design
MikeyLikesIt8284: cool
AmateurishWriter: I work long hours but it keeps me occupied.
MikeyLikesIt8284: school and studying takes a lot of my time too
AmateurishWriter: when I get home I'm tired but before I go to bed I always
have a nice soak in the hot tub or a swim in the summer
MikeyLikesIt8284: Wow! it's cool you have a hot tub
AmateurishWriter: Yeah, cool especially in the winter LOL
MikeyLikesIt8284: it's outside?
AmateurishWriter: yes, it's on the porch above my garage so it's private
MikeyLikesIt8284: private?
AmateurishWriter: yes. I go in it just before bed in the dark so I can be
naked
MikeyLikesIt8284: naked? oh man, that's way awesome
AmateurishWriter: LOL I've even been in it in a snowstorm
MikeyLikesIt8284: and you have a swimming pool too?
AmateurishWriter: no, I live near a beach
MikeyLikesIt8284: near a beach?
AmateurishWriter: actually, I don't swim often but I sure do love the hot
tub.
MikeyLikesIt8284: you sound just like our neighbor
AmateurishWriter: how's that?
MikeyLikesIt8284: well, he has a hot tub up on his porch and we live next
to a beach too but I never see him there
A cold shiver went through me. Early on, from what the boy had said, I'd
pretty much come to the conclusion that this kid was Davy, my next door
neighbor's kid and now I regretted continuing this online dialog. Would he
guess that I was his neighbor? Now I was really nervous, as I'd gotten
careless with my messages. I had to finish this conversation and then try
to avoid the kid when I saw he was online.
AmateurishWriter: Well, I prefer the hot tub because it's real good for my
bad back
Then there was a longer than usual pause before Mikey answered back.
MikeyLikesIt8284: what happened to your back?
AmateurishWriter: Oh, it's an old injury. It only acts up when I do odd
jobs around the house and yard
MikeyLikesIt8284: oh! you should get someone to help. maybe a kid
AmateurishWriter: well ...
MikeyLikesIt8284: g2g my moms yelling at me
AmateurishWriter: Okay
Maybe a week went by without seeing MikeyLikesIt8284 online again.
Eventually, I just figured he'd found other things to do.
Chapter Three - The Flyer
As usual, on my way home, I stopped at the mailboxes to get my mail.
There was a flyer stuffed in the mailbox along with my mail.
"BOY FOR HIRE"
Willing to do anything.
Odd Jobs
Inside or Outside
I even pick-up pet poop!
(With a plastic bag!)
Call Davy or my mom at
XXX-XXXX after 5:30 PM
It was printed out from a computer with brightly colored and creative
lettering and color pictures of a lawn mower, a rake, a broom, a mop and
bucket, an overflowing trash can and a cartoon caricature of a little boy
grooming a dog. It was actually quite cleverly designed.
At the bottom there was a note in a boy's handwriting:
"I know you have a bad back. I hope you'll let me do stuff with you."
Davy
The boy's hand written note made me nervously wonder again if he had
figured that I was AmateurishWriter. On the other hand, I was suitably
impressed with his flyer but didn't really have all that much that needed
doing. However, I'm an easy pushover and when Davy saw me at the mailboxes
he ran over to ask if I'd gotten his flyer. I admitted that I had but that
I didn't have anything that needed doing right now.
However, when I got home and thought more about it, it seemed a shame not
to hire the boy to do something. After all, he had gone to a lot of effort
to make a great looking flyer. That kind of initiative deserved to be
rewarded. Besides, if he did guess who I was, I didn't want to risk his
getting upset by not getting some work and saying something about me to one
of his friends or worse, his mom.
Now that it was winter, about the only thing that I could think of was
bringing firewood up to the wood bin by the porch door. It was a job that
bothered my back so, Davy's timing was a rather good.
So, I told myself it was just my paranoia, that was why the memory of what
I had overheard at the mailboxes last fall kept coming into my head. I had
to consciously tell myself that there was no way that Davy could know who I
was. What were the odds? The only thing in my stories that directly links
me to the writer is my first name and that is so generic it's laughable.
So, I chided myself for my being overly paranoid and decided to see if Davy
would like to pile firewood. He was a cute kid and it would be fun to get
to know him better.
With that settled, I called and explained the job to Davy's mother and she
gave her okay. But, she did say that Davy would have to come over to see
what had to be done before he would agree to a price. I agreed and
complimented her on having a son with good business sense.
The phone receiver barely made it to its cradle before there was a knock on
the door.
Grabbing my jacket, I opened the door. "Hi there Davy. You must've run."
"Yeah, I did." The breathless youngster replied.
The 13 year old was all of 4' 10" tall and maybe, just maybe, 95 pounds.
Though his down vest made him look huskier. He was a pale but very cute
boy with jet black hair, dimples when he smiled, which was often, and
cobalt blue eyes that shimmered with devilment. Davy, despite being a very
intelligent boy and mature for his age, was an imp. He loved to laugh and
giggle, play pranks and, of course get in occasional trouble with his mom
for innocent and harmless little scrapes with other kids and an occasional
neighbor.
The outside air, quiet with the cold, came alive with his presence.
"Well then young man," I indicated the wood bin. "Think you can keep that
full?"
"Yes sir."
"Sir? I don't think so." I chuckled. "You can call me John and tell your
Mom I said it was okay."
"Okay John!" He flashed me a broad smile.
We finished up our negotiations and, with a tousle of his thick black hair,
I sent him down to the wood pile with the canvas log carrier. It wasn't a
big job, maybe two or three trips if I'd had a fire. None if I hadn't.
Over the next few days Davy proved to be a reliable young man, quite
friendly and eagerly enjoyed our conversations. When he arrived to check
the wood bin he would always ring the bell to let me know he was there and
say hello. Afterward he would ring again to tell me he was through and say
goodbye. This last time I offered him a hot chocolate and we chatted while
standing out on the porch in the fresh evening air.
Pointing at the hot tub, Davy asked, "Do you use that a lot?"
"Yes," I replied. "As a matter of fact I do."
"Isn't it cold though before you get in?"
I smiled. "Well, yeah, it can be but I wear a robe until just before I get
in."
"But you gotta freeze getting out."
"No," I laughed. "You're so warm from the hot water that you don't notice
the cold air and then I throw on the robe and dash inside."
He looked skeptical.
"I even was in the tub one night during a big snow storm last winter. It
was about 10 degrees and very windy. I sat there loving it and the snow
was blowing all around me. When I was done I jumped out, threw on the robe
and dashed inside. When I looked in a mirror I cracked up. My hair was
standing up and all frozen."
The boy laughed. "I bet that would have made a funny picture."
I chuckled too. "I wish I had thought to take one. It was pretty funny."
He gave me a little grin, "When do you go in the hot tub John."
Then, without thinking I said, "Right about 10 o'clock, just before I go to
bed. Then I sleep really good."
The worry that he had made the connection between me and my M.A.R.C. story
had faded as my paranoia had lessened in my mind over the past few weeks.
Chapter Four - The Surprise Visit
The next time that Davy filled the wood bin it was a friday night and as
usual, he knocked on the door before to say hi and afterwards to say good
night.
"All done Davy?" A wave of frigid air flowed in through the open kitchen
door, like a thick liquid, and settled in a puddle at my already cold feet.
"It's freezing out there kiddo! How about some hot chocolate?"
"Thanks but I have to get back." He handed me the log carrier and turned
to go. "Oh. My mom asked me to ask you a favor."
"Sure Davy." I replied. "What can I do for her?"
"Well, she has a date and wont be home until after midnight. She still
thinks I'm a baby and was wondering if you'd mind if I called if I needed
anything?"
I laughed. "Mother's are all the same Davy but I'm not sure she thinks
you're that much of a baby if she's leaving you home alone."
"I guess." He sighed doubtfully. "Is it okay?"
I patted his shoulder. "Sure kiddo. If you need me for anything just ask."
He gave me a big smile. "Thanks John. G'night."
Later that evening I shut off the TV and the living room lights, stripped
down and slipped on my robe. I slipped out onto the dark porch and lifted
the thermal cover off the hot tub. Steam rose from the 104 degrees water.
The moon was barely a sliver of silver in the cold winter sky and behind
the house, so it was nice and dark. I took off the robe and hung it up
right by the hot tub so it would be handy when I got out. Then, naked as
usual, I slipped into the hot water with a grateful sigh.
That was when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a small dark shape
where there shouldn't have been one. As I turned my head to look more
closely the shape moved.
"Please don't be mad." It was a boy's voice. Davy's voice.
I half rose and then remembered I was naked. "Davy. What are you doing
here? Is everything okay?"
Ignoring my concern, he said in a low voice. "I know who you are."
"What?"
"You have a hot tub on the porch, live near a beach, have a bad back and
your name is John."
Even though it was dawning on me I asked, "What are you talking about?"
"He has all those too." He persisted.
"Davy ... Who?"
He came close enough so that I could just make him out in the dark. "Pah
... please? Can I geh ... get in? I'm fah ... fahreezing." I could hear
his teeth chattering.
That's when I noticed his bathrobe and slippers. "Oh my God Davy! You'll
catch pneumonia." I looked around conscious of my nakedness. "Yes, we
have to get you warm."
He moved again and I noticed him slip out of his slippers and then his robe
dropped away and he quickly climbed into the hot tub.
Just as he climbed over the edge I saw that he was naked. "Oh my God!" I
thought to myself. "I'm naked in my hot tub with a naked 13 year old boy!
I'm going to go to jail!"
Just as quickly I came to my senses or nearly. "What do you think you are
doing Davy?"
He sighed in the warmth of the water and his teeth slowly stopped
chattering. "Please don't be mad but I figured out who you are."
Still trying to deny the inevitable I simple mumbled a feeble, "Huh?"
He looked right at me. "You're John and I want to be your M.A.R.C." Then he
glided over in the water and threw his arms around my neck and sat facing
me on my lap.
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Author's comments:
Okay, so once again I've left you hanging. But then, that's the idea. You
all can now try to imagine what happened next. Did John leap up in horror
and panic, have them both climb out of the hot tub and put their robes back
on? Did he then get dressed and escort poor horny little Davy back home?
Or did Davy Just threaten John with, if you'll pardon the pun, exposure and
have his way with him? Or, did they both give in to the natural call of
nature and make love. Only your imaginations can answer those questions.
I know, I'm evil. LOL
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Story Number Three - The Skinny Dipper
(Originally started in 2003)
Back in the late 1960's David, a young neighbor boy, and I had fallen in
love.
There were nine or ten boys in the neighborhood ranging in age from 5 to
14. Now, in late July of 1970 and at 26, I had just returned from four
months of basic training in the army reserves and was living in the guest
cottage of a very large waterfront home. It was central to the
neighborhood and the waterfront so the boys were always passing in one
direction or the other in their various combinations.
Prior to my leaving for training, my dear sweet David, if he was around,
would make a beeline for me whenever I got home from work or came out of
the house. We didn't often have the opportunity to be alone, what with all
the kids around and my living with a roommate. But every few weeks or so,
when we got the chance, our lovemaking was wonderful. I thought that we
had been very careful and discreet and I had trusted David with our secret
love.
Now though, having returned, he was distant as were some of the other older
boys. My heart was breaking but I decided to just give David and the
others time. After all, I had been gone four months and to a boy, that is
an eternity. I had been training in the army and maybe they thought I had
changed. As I went about resuming my pre-training routine, working,
swimming and sailing, I noticed that David had a new friend, Tommy.
Tommy was a little younger than my David, maybe 13 and few months. He was
a little taller than David but slimmer. His straight sandy blond hair was
cut in the mid-60's Beetle like fashion hanging down all around with no
particular part. It hung down nearly into his bright mischievous blue eyes
that always seemed to be holding back some devilish plot for fun. In the
warmth of the summer he dressed either in faded blue jeans or faded blue
jean cutoffs. They were always a little too small and showed off his build
in a very boyishly sexy way. Most of the time he was bare chested but when
he did have on a top, it was a loose fitting blinding white t-shirt that
contrasted nicely with his light tan. In short, he was hot.
I loved David dearly and would cut off my right arm for him but Tommy
brought out the animal lust in me. However, since David and the others
still seemed rather standoffish, I just continued my usual routine and made
friendly small talk whenever the boys passed by. Occasionally we would get
into a frisbee toss on the beach or, if it was low tide, the kids would
swim off the dock while I was working on my small sailboat.
One of those days they were running the length of the float in a cannonball
contest, laughing and giggling. As usual there were claims of macho
bravado and I'm-better-than-you-are boasting. One of the older boys
climbed to the top of a piling and dove headfirst into the water. When he
came up he was sputtering and laughing, his bathing suit had come off and
he was holding it up as a trophy. Naturally, the other boys started in
with the dares to come up the ladder nude ... they seemed to like the sound
of that word. Nude ... it had a naughty ring to it and they said it a lot.
At first the boy in the water seemed to be hesitant but when someone yelled
chicken he headed for the ladder and I stood up to watch.
With that, he took one look at me and stopped. "Not with John here." He
called out.
I laughed and yelled back. "Don't worry Bruce. I went to a boys camp for
three years where skinny dipping was standard. You don't have anything
that I haven't seen before."
"But you'll tell my parents." He was beginning to sound lame.
"Your parents skinny dip almost every night when it's hot. I doubt they'd
care." I was laughing again and devilishly added a few chicken clucks.
The other boys thought that was hilarious and started up a chorus of
chicken clucking.
With that, Bruce climbed up the ladder in all his naked glory. Tommy and
David were standing by my boat pointing at Bruce and laughing. Bruce, in
his continued macho way gave them the finger, dove in again, still naked,
and yelled; "You guys are the chickens. Try it. Skinny dipping's fun and
feels neat."
Tommy and David glanced at each other. David was turning bright red and
whispered, "My parents would kill me."
Tommy turned and looked at me. I smiled. "Don't look at me Tommy, I'm
just workin' on my boat."
He unsnapped his cutoffs, gave me a leering grin and slowly slid them down.
His unsnapping motion made me look and I watched as the longest, skinniest
penis that I had ever seen on a boy that age came into view. He was
totally hairless but clearly blessed. Puberty had started and when it
finished with him it was going to make this boy one hell of a man. I
glanced up again at Tommy and a proud grin had replaced his leer. Then I
looked at David and was surprised by his lack of surprise. Rather, he
looked at me and rolled his eyes. Tommy gave a great yahoo, charged down
the length of the float and dove in. It was a very erotic view with his
endowment flopping about as he ran.
Skinny dipping became an accepted low tide activity, even with all the
parents full knowledge. But I found it too ... well, distracting.
Besides, I thought it would look funny if I was always working on my boat
when they were doing it. A few weeks later though, I was on my boat when a
bunch of naked boys of all ages went dashing past and jumped in. Tommy was
last and as he and his flopping blessing went by at eye level he yelled
out; "C'mon in John! It'll be fun!" It was tempting but I went back to
work anyhow.
The summer before David and I had gone out on my boat for sleep overs a few
times but this year he didn't seem too keen on the idea. He was still
distant. One day Tommy and another one of the older boys were sitting
around waiting for their friends. When I stopped to chat, the oldest boy
said that he'd like to go with me on a sleep over. He was a wise ass and I
didn't really like him so I just said maybe some other time.
Tommy surprised me. "Hey stupid! You know John only likes to take David
out on sleep overs."
The bolt of a cold icicle went through me. I was trying to think of
something to say and was saved by the other kids showing up. After a
minute of nervous small talk, I beat a retreat to think. My paranoia ran
rampant through my mind concocting all sorts of crazy plots of exposure.
Slowly I calmed down as I convinced myself that if David had told anyone
about us I'd be in deep shit already. But, thankfully, the summer
continued as before.
Then one evening I was coming up from the dock when Tommy was walking by on
his way home from David's house. He stopped as I reached the end of the
pier and sat on the railing. "Hi John. Whatcha doin'?"
I sat on the opposite railing. "Just cleaning the boat a bit. You been at
David's?"
"Yeah, we were just foolin' around," he said with a sheepish grin.
The grin made me nervous but I didn't let it show. "You heading home for
supper?"
"Yeah. Hey, can I ask you a question?" His grin having been replace by a
little bit of a nervous look.
Bracing myself, I replied, "Sure, what's up?"
He slipped down off the railing and shuffled about a bit. "Do you like
me?"
Tommy was the kind of kid that you either liked or didn't like, with no in
between. He had a sneaky devilish way sometimes and that now popped into
my mind. But all in all he seemed to be a good kid. "Yeah, sure I do
Tommy." I laughed a kind of teasing giggle. "You're a bit off-the-wall at
times but that's cool."
He had moved right in front of me now, almost between my knees. I looked
at him and suddenly he looked sad and lonely, almost lost. Then he wrapped
his arms around me and buried his face in my neck. I had to throw my arms
around him just to keep from falling backward off the pier.
He moaned into my neck. "Can't you like me the same way you like David?"
That same bolt of a cold icicle went through my gut again. Fear, cold
fear.
I'm afraid I didn't handle it very sensitively ... well, I don't think I
did. I don't really remember. I do remember taking hold of his arms and
moving him away but I don't remember what I said or how we went our
separate ways home to supper. I was just petrified of the possibility of
exposure.
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Author's comments:
I know that was short but, because of the previous relationship with David
apparently not being the well kept secret that John thought, well, Tommy
was able to be a bit more direct than the boys in most of my other stories.
One of my plans for Tommy's next approach was to have him come to the door
of my home knowing that my roommate was away for the weekend and asking if
he could come in and "fool around" like I did with David. If that had
happened to me in real life I know I would have been panic stricken and
probably handled it poorly. After all, this writer is no where near as
bold, or fortunate, as the John in my stories.
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Story Number Four - The Watched Watcher
(Originally started in 2002)
Introduction
I have lived in this neighborhood all my life and everyone knows me. They
never comment on my being single at 54 years of age because I think that
they accept it and the likelihood that I am a closeted gay. I have had a
few boyfriends quietly over the years but nothing quite worked out for the
long term. Something was missing.
Over the last few months the neighbors across the road have been rebuilding
their home and have lived in a rented house elsewhere in town. Two weeks
ago they moved back in and I discovered something about their two adopted
sons that was very interesting and was proving to be very entertaining.
They were lovers. But more than that, I discovered that with the layout of
the new house, I could lie on my bed in the dark and watch through the
window.
Chapter One - My discovery
When my neighbors had moved back into their house that had just been
renovated, I got a grand tour. It was a beautiful job and the rooms were
well laid out with plenty of large windows for air and high ceilings with
ceiling fans. It had become a classy place. The father was a network
newscaster and the mother had a children's clothing business in the city.
They had been unable to have children and so, put their all into their
careers. Time had slipped by but when their financial success was assured,
they decided to adopt. They chose to pass up the baby years, opting to
take in older children more in keeping with their age group. It was a good
idea for them and for the older kids in the child care system.
Now, some ten years later, the two boys were 18 and 12. Davey, the older
boy, I had known since he had been adopted at age 8 and I knew Zack, the 12
year old, from his adoption seven years ago. Both were nothing less than
gorgeous and, despite different parentage, could be twins except for their
ages. Black hair and large brown puppy dog eyes, dimpled cheeks and
sparkling smiles. They tanned well and appeared to be very smooth, or at
least Davey was. Zack was only 12 but, like Davey when he was 11 and a
half, his voice had already changed. Both were early bloomers, as they
say.
Davey had always been very friendly and affectionate with me. As a toddler
he would run up to me, wrap his arms around my leg and look up at me with a
big beaming happy smile. I would caress his head and tousle his hair. He
would shyly nuzzle my thigh with his face. I never had the slightest
sexual thought about it. It was just very sweet and his Mom always thought
it was cute. As he grew older he grew less affectionate physically but
still ran up to me to say hi and to talk. We played ball and he often
helped me in the yard refusing my offers of payment. "I just like helping
you" he would say. Eventually, at around 11 years of age, Davey's voice
changed and he grew more distant, spending most of his time playing with
friends or his new 5 year old little brother. We still had good talks and
I think that he asked me about things that he might not talk with his Dad
about. But mainly, I was glad to see him with friends and caring about
Zack.
Zack, on the other hand, was not as out going as Davey and whenever I saw
him outside and said hi, he would just say hi back and that was it.
However, he was growing up to be just as cute as Davey. His parents didn't
indicate that he had any problems. He was just quieter.
In June, Davey had graduated from high school with honors and was going to
a big university out west. On the morning of his graduation day, he and
Zack were exploring the progress of the renovators on their house and I
called them over. I gave Davey a serious dictionary on CD for the
occasion, one of those that would be 5 inches thick if in book form. He
was thrilled. He gave me a warm hug and thanked me for being so nice to
him when he was a kid. Zack saw this and looked puzzled. As they walked
back I heard Davey say to Zack, "When I'm gone, if you need a friend, John
is the guy you should go see." I got a lump in my throat for I had no idea
I meant so much to him.
Now, the end of summer was close at hand and in two weeks Davey would be
leaving for college. This was their first weekend in their new home and
their parents were out for the evening. If it had been me, I'd have had a
mega-party in the new place. Anyhow, about 10PM, as I lay in bed reading,
I noticed a light come on in the bedroom directly across from mine. I
guess there's a bit of the voyeur in me so I switched off my lights and
looked. It was a tad too far so I got a pair of binoculars that I had left
over from my sailing days. They were perfect and brought everything so
close I felt I could reach out and touch them. What I saw was a major
surprise.
Davey was sitting on the edge of the bed and I assumed that it was Zack in
the bed as no one else was at home. Davey seemed to be touching Zack but
he was under the covers and I couldn't see where for sure, though it looked
like his tummy. Then Davey stood up and began to take off his clothes. My
mouth dropped to the floor. He stripped and I could clearly see that he
had a very nice hardon. I moved my gaze to the bed and saw that it was
indeed Zack. He had removed the covers and was naked as the day he was
born. He had a nice boner as well. Davey knelt on the edge of the bed and
took Zack's cock in his hand. He appeared to stroke it a few times and
then he leaned down and took it in his mouth. As he sucked him, Zack
reached over and began to feel and stroke Davey's hard cock. Soon Davey
moved and they got into a very hot 69 session. After a few minutes they
both seemed to have cum, it was hard to tell at this distance. Davey got
up and grabbed his clothes. He leaned over and gave Zack what looked like
a good night kiss and left the room. The light went out as he closed the
door. I switched on my light and proceeded to jerk-off.
Chapter Two - Zack's Discovery
The evening or morning visits to Zack's bedroom by Davey went on almost
everyday. If the parents were home at night then Davey would come into
Zack's room in the morning after they went to work. I didn't enjoy the
morning show as much as it was harder to see because of the daylight. One
evening, when they were home alone, it was early and I was down stairs. I
noticed the light was on in Zack's room so I dashed up the stairs. I
flopped on my bed, grabbing the binoculars and turned off the light. Zack
was on his back with his legs in the air. Davey was kneeling between
Zack's legs and I could see him guiding his hardon towards Zack's hole. He
pushed the head in and held still a moment as Zack appeared to wince. Then
Zack motioned him to continue and I watched in total awe and lust as
Davey's cock disappeared into Zack's small and obviously very tight ass.
Davey began a slow deep dicking and gradually built up to a nice pace.
Zack seemed to love it as his head kept rolling from side to side. Finally
Davey lay down on Zack and began kissing his neck. Zack was facing the
window and I fantasized that he could see me as I was jacking off
furiously. He was smiling broadly and it was easy for me to imagine that
he was smiling AT me. He wrapped his legs around Davey and the two of them
went off into their own private worlds of passion and lust. Soon Davey was
arching his back and tossing his head about. It was clear that he was
cuming. I timed it pretty well and came at just about the same time. As I
relaxed I refocused my attention through the binoculars and saw that Zack
was smiling in my direction again. I had the feeling of just having been
caught. I got up to go back downstairs and saw that, in my haste, I had
left the hall light on and had probably been clearly silhouetted for Zack
to see.
I gave this development some thought. Even if I had been discovered they
would never tell and if they made no attempt to prevent my watching then
everything was cool. So, I waited for the next show with great
anticipation. Two nights from now was to be Davey's last night before
leaving for college and his parents would surely be home for the evening.
So tomorrow night was my only chance to see what would happen. Sure
enough, their parents went out and the light in Zack's room went on and I
was watching. I didn't have the hall light on as I didn't want to spoil a
good thing if they hadn't noticed it last night. They proceeded as usual
and I enjoyed the show, as usual. Just as Davey arched his back in orgasm
Zack looked in my direction, smiled and lifted his hand off Davey's back in
a quick wave. A wave that Davey couldn't see. Whoops!
The next day, when I got home from work, Davey and Zack were playing ball
in the yard. I was nervous but Davey would be disappointed if I didn't
walk over to wish him well. So, I strolled over and as I got close he
tossed me the ball and I made a pretty good attempt at a 3-pointer. "Hey
Davey. I just wanted to say good-bye and wish you all the best."
"Thanks John. That awesome dictionary you gave me will be put to good
use."
I smiled. "It was my pleasure Davey."
"John, could you do me a favor?" He asked.
"Sure." I said with another smile.
"Play ball with the runt once in a while? My Dad is all thumbs, as you
know."
I looked at Zack who seemed a bit nervous or was that my imagination.
"Davey, you've been a good brother to Zack. Better than most I think. If
Zack wants, I'll be happy to try to fill a part of the void you leave
behind."
"That's cool John. Shoot a few hoops with him once in a while. We gotta
go eat. Thanks again."
We shook hands and they walked into their house. Well, neither boy seemed
to have caught the double meaning of my comment. Zack may have waved at me
that time but it doesn't seem that Davey knew about me watching after all.
In any case, I would miss their shows. Maybe Davey would visit at
Thanksgiving or Christmas breaks.
Chapter Three - Lonely Nights
For the next few nights it was rather boring. No shows of course. Then,
Thursday evening I got a call from Zack's Mom. It seemed that they were
going to a party Friday night and wouldn't be home until after 1AM. She
explained that Zack insisted that he was old enough to stay home alone. He
had even suggested that she see if I was going to be home so he could call
me if he got nervous. I said I'd be happy to keep him company. She said
he didn't want a sitter, she thought he was just trying to make her feel
more comfortable by suggesting I'd be around. I said I understood and that
I thought if Zack was anything like Davey, he was level headed enough to be
left home alone. She seemed pleased that I said that and thanked me.
That Friday night I kept a watchful eye on Zack's house to be sure
everything was okay. There were no other kids evident and the lights were
on only in the kitchen and their TV room. Then, about 9PM I noticed the
lights were out downstairs and the light was on in Zack's room. I couldn't
help myself but started up to my room. I didn't turn on the lights for the
stairs, hall or my room but felt my way in and lay on the bed. I brought
the binoculars up to my eyes and there was Zack. He was sitting on his bed
facing the window with his pants down to his ankles and he was playing with
himself. He had a nice looking boner and I got hard quickly so I started
to feel myself.
I glanced back at him and, "Holy shit", he was smiling at me. I stopped
feeling my now throbbing dick and held the binoculars with both hands to be
sure. "Jesus!" He waved! Then he stood and pulled up his pants and
headed for the door.
I dropped the binoculars and dashed down stairs. "Shit! What if he came
over here? What would I say?" I was nearly panic stricken. I had been
caught spying.
I sat down in front of the TV and had it on the news. The doorbell rang.
I nearly shit my pants. "Wait," I thought. "He wont tell. He'd have to
explain and it would come out about he and his brother." I calmed down and
opened the door. I guess by this time Zack had gotten a little nervous or
shy, or he was a first rate actor, because when I opened the door he was
clearly tense and blushing.
"Hi Zack, how's it going at home alone?" He looked even more nervous.
"Um, ah, can I come in a minute? I have to ask you something."
"Sure Zack. I promised your Mom I'd be here if you needed me and you know
what I told Davey." I put my hand on his shoulder as he walked in and
closed the door behind him. "I know I can never replace Davey but I'd like
to do whatever I can."
"Well, I ... um, that is, do you have ..."
"What is it? Don't be afraid. I'm your friend."
"... binoculars with a laser range finder?" He finished.
That's it! That's how he knew! The damn range finder was on.
"My father has a pair so I know ... well, I could tell that you were ... um
..."
I was being a prick and I knew it but he had to be the one to take the
step, not me. If what was going to happen was what I expected, it had to
be totally his idea. I had to be sure it was what he wanted. I already
knew what I wanted.
"You could tell I was what Zack? Just say it. You look like you really
need to and I promise, whatever it is I wont be mad or tell anyone."
That did the trick and it all came tumbling out. "Watching, you were
watching. I could see the range finder. And, it jiggled a lot so I think
I know what else you were doing. I also figure you know about Davey and
me. I miss him and I need him so much and it's only been a few days."
He was near tears and when I put my hand on his shoulder again he threw his
arms around me and held me tight. I backed over to the couch and sat down.
Zack settled down sideways in my lap, Like his brother, he was very small
in stature. He couldn't have been more than 4' 8". He buried his face in
my neck and wrapped his arms around me. I held him giving him a chance to
relax. He shifted a couple times as if he couldn't get comfortable. I
stroked his arm and rocked ever so slightly.
He stood up and looked really sad. I held his hand as he stood in front of
me as if trying to decide what to do. "What can I do Zack? You look so
lonely."
"Could you hug me? I miss Davey's hugs and I really need one now."
"Sure buddy. Come here." And I gently pulled on his hand. I expected him
to sit like he did before but this time he straddled me with his knees on
either side. Then he settled down on me and buried his face in my neck
again. It was very erotic for me and I began to get turned. I put my arms
around him and held him tight.
"Lower, hold me lower." He asked.
I moved my arms down to his lower back and held him. He wriggled trying to
get in closer and I thought that I felt him poking me as though he was
hard. He reached back and tried to slide my hands down and I knew he
wanted me to hold his butt. I was very aroused now and didn't resist. His
thin baggy pants permitted me to feel every detail. I slid down a little
in the couch and he moved so our groins were pressed together. I felt his
hard cock as he pushed it against mine and I could feel the muscles in his
butt cheeks as they worked. Our breathing was getting very deep and rapid.
I squeezed his buns and he pushed back against me. He kept his face buried
in my neck and his hot breath felt so sexy there. I brought one hand up to
his head and neck and caressed him and ran my fingers through his hair.
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Author's comments:
In reality my next door neighbors back then did extensively remodel their
home and on the second floor running across the front of the house from
left to right, was a hallway with big nearly floor to ceiling windows of
solid glass. No window panes. Even though I'd not been in the house since
the remodeling, it became evident to me that their two sons had bedrooms
off that hall and their bathroom was at the righthand end. Many's the
time, morning or night, while lying in bed, just like in the story, I was
treated to a naked lad going down the hall to the bathroom. Sometimes
running but, if I was lucky, more times than not, just walking. These boys
were 16 and 11 and a delight to the eyes ... especially with my binoculars.
I'm just a dirty old voyeur aren't I.
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Author's comments:
This next one's my favorite of the five because, well, I love storms and I
love boys and I love comforting boys in storms. You may notice that the
latter theme recurs in some of my other stories. Also, I've always had
this fantasy of being seduced by a boy. I'm not surprised that there's a
lot of that in my writing too.
If I may bare it all for a moment here, at my advanced age I still dream
(all in legal ages mind you) of being approached by a young man, 18 to
35'ish, short, slim, smooth, white, Asian or Hispanic ... Oh! Who am I
fooling? LOL
Enjoy this last one and, hopefully I'll get going and actually finish the
others that I have started over the years. Maybe even M.A.R.C.!
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Story Number Five - The Con Artist Kid
(Originally started in 2001)
Introduction - A Gathering Storm
The wind churned through the trees surrounding my house and caught my
attention. An early Fall thunder storm was coming through the hills. They
could be viscous this time of year with gusty winds and long rolling
rumbles of thunder that could last for as much as half an hour. A check of
the waterfront would be a smart idea. There was still time to run down the
hill, check things and get back before it started to pour.
It's pleasant living in a small enclave of 18 houses on the shore of a
beautiful lake in New England. Almost all of the families are 2nd and 3rd
generation in these small lake front homes, many of which started out as
summer bungalows. We all take responsibility for neighborhood chores and
mine is the small marina. It was just a 150 yard dash down the slight
slope of hill and I made it just in time to see Zack, my immediate
neighbor's youngest son, climb off his family's small boat.
I yelled over the wind that he should run on home as we were in for a good
squall. He smiled and said, "Thanks John", as he passed me on the dock and
headed up the hill at a dead run. After giving the boats, dock, and
boathouse a quick check, I was headed up the hill myself, just as the first
drops started to fall. They fell sideways in the increasing wind.
Chapter One - The Con
Running past Zack's house, I saw him standing on the porch frantically
dialing a cell phone. He stood out in silhouette against the stormy gray
sky beyond and, as usual, I found him striking with his black hair in stark
contrast to his white T-shirt. His new dark blue jeans accentuated his
legs, disproportionately long with his adolescence. Though still just
under 5' and 100 pounds, he was clearly going to be a handsome man.
As I made the shelter of my porch I yelled across the way, "Zack! Any
problem?"
He looked concerned but shouted back that he was just trying to get his Mom
on her cell phone. His voice had already started to change even though he
wasn't yet 13. It's deeper timber was another contrast to his diminutive
stature. The thought had crossed my mind often that his voice sounded very
sexy.
I am a gay man and have admired many young adolescents before. But, I have
always made it a personal policy that 16 was as young as I would allow.
That is, if the opportunity ever presented itself. While in my younger
days I had been "approached" by several youngsters of 13 and 14, I very
gently and kindly declined their ardor with them, more often than not,
remaining good friends. However, now at 52, those advances were just
memories. My last boyfriend was 15 years my junior and we had a wonderful
relationship. Unfortunately, his career took him to the other end of the
country. Even though I talked about relocating once he was established,
our visits became fewer and farther apart. Finally we decided it was best
to move on. He did and I'm ... well, I still miss him.
So, I was ripe for the picking or fair game, as it were.
I retreated from the wind and rain into the relative calm of the house. It
was too early to start supper so I put on the stereo and slumped on the
sofa with my book and plunked my feet up on the coffee table. Just as I
got comfortable, there was a soft tapping at the porch door and there stood
little Zack.
"Hey Zack. Come on in. Are you wet? Did you get your Mom?" He slipped
shyly through the door and told me that he had beaten the rain up the hill
and hardly got wet running across from his house to my porch. But, he
looked a little nervous as he said that his Mother didn't answer her cell
phone.
"Are you locked out?" I asked.
"No." he meekly replied. "I'm just nervous about the storm coming. It
looks like a real bad one."
The wind howled through the leaves and branches beyond the porch and a far
off flash of lightning made him flinch. The roll of thunder that followed
some seconds later told me the storm had a ways to go before it got here
with it's full force.
In an effort to give him a face saving reason to stay I asked; "Would you
like to keep me company until your folks get home? These storms always
make me nervous too."
With all the air of doing me a favor he consented by moving over to the
sofa. Sitting close by me to my left, he asked; "What are you reading
John?"
It was the latest Stephen King book and we talked about it for few minutes.
Each time the lightning flashed and the thunder followed, he inched closer
and closer to me until our arms, hips and legs were pressed together. He
was trembling.
Assuming that he was trembling from fear of the storm I lifted my left arm
and he leaned in to my side as I placed it around his shoulders. "Don't
worry Zack, the storm will pass and your mom will be home before you know
it."
He nodded silently as he slid his left arm across my stomach and hugged me
closer. I reached around with my right hand, tousled his hair and
continued to stroke it. He turned more toward me and lay his head on my
chest. A warmth spread through me and focused in my groin. I hoped he
didn't notice the affect that he was having on me.
Each time the lightning flashed, the thunder followed, louder and more
quickly than the one before. And, with each rumble he moved tighter
against me. Soon he had both arms around me, then he tried to move his
left leg over mine. I continued to stroke his hair and spoke softly to
calm him.
Almost every thunder storm has one or two whoppers of thunder and this one
was no exception. The first one caught us both by surprise and we jumped.
When we settled back Zack was straddling me face on with his knees on
either side and his face buried in me neck. He gave a soft whimper and
tried to snuggle in closer. I held my breath. If he hadn't seen my erect
state before, he surely could feel it now. In my mind, clouded by my
arousal, I tried to decide what to do.
However, the storm conspired against me and over the next few minutes with
each successive roll of thunder Zack's movements became more deliberate and
clearly sexual. After the fourth or fifth rumble I could tell that he too
was aroused. His soft whimpers took on a new urgency as they transformed
into barely audible soft moans of passion. My resolve caved in. Wrapping
my arms around him, I let nature take its course. In a few moments he
shuddered and went rigid with orgasm. I wondered if it was dry or wet.
Finally, as the storm moved off to the East, he calmed down and was still.
"Zack? The storm has passed. Are you okay?" I tried to sound concerned
and not at all judgmental about what had clearly just happened.
He slightly raised his head and looked at me very hesitantly. I smiled at
him and asked again if he was okay. He half whispered with
nervousness. "I'm sorry John, I guess I was more frightened than I
thought."
As he lifted himself to his feet I could see that he was careful not to
look at my lap. And, I was careful not to look at his. As he turned to
leave, I noticed I did have a wet spot there but it looked as though it was
from my copious leaking of pre-cum.
I sat up and tried to reassure him. "I'm glad I was here for you Zack."
He said, "Thank you, I'm glad you were here too." as he moved toward the
window to see if his Mom's car was in their driveway.
"Anytime." I replied.
He turned around to show me a wide and obviously pleased smile.
"My Mom's just driving up. I better go."
"Zack? If you like, tell her you were helping me on the dock and we both
ran up here when the storm hit." No kid likes to admit he was scared so.
He smiled in appreciation. But, I noticed that his smile was accented with
a hint of slyness.
"Cool. Thanks John. See ya'." And he dashed out the door, down the steps
and across the yard.
Chapter Two - The Hook
Zack was the kind of kid that blended into the neighborhood. He never
stood out alone or among other kids or adults. He was quiet but his mind
was always at work, as I later found out.
I hadn't seen him around to speak to for at least a couple of weeks when
there came a soft tapping at my porch door. It was cooler now and he
looked in through the glass storm door which had recently replaced the
screen. I was in my usual reading spot, like the last time he was here,
and I was too lazy to move so I motioned him to come in. I was curious to
see what would happen.
He greeted me with a very nice smile. "Hi John. My parents are out and I
... well, I kind of wanted to ... ah, needed ..."
Trying not to be too obvious I said; "You're kind of nervous like last time
and lonely? It's okay Zack, I did say anytime and I meant it."
He looked both relieved and pleased with himself as he slipped onto the
sofa beside me. He shyly looked down and whispered; "Could I have a hug?
You know, like last time?"
I looked closely in his eyes, smiled and nodded. He quickly slid up onto
me, wrapped his arms around me and buried is face in my neck. I could feel
that he was already hard and it wasn't long before I was. As I put my arms
around him he pressed his hips against mine and we both sighed softly.
"I was pretty sure you weren't mad at me last time. You weren't were you?
I mean ... ah, it's okay?"
I let the silence surround us for a few moments before I reassured him.
"Yes Zack. It's okay."
Again we both fell silent and then, ever so slightly, he started to move
against me. When I let my right hand slip down over his left butt cheek I
felt him tremble and sigh with pleasure. His urgency increased and I let
myself be washed over with the pleasure of his body and mine moving
together. Soon I could tell he was getting close and when he shuddered and
went stiff with his orgasm it triggered mine and I groaned deeply as I
pumped my pants full of cum.
When we both had finished he raised his head up and gave me what could only
be described as a warm and satisfied smile. Then he snuggled back while
our breathing calmed and we returned to just a cozy hug.
I whispered in his ear; "What was that smile for?"
"Huh? Oh. I was hoping that this time you would cu ... er, ah ... well,
you know ... ." He raised his head up again and looked at me expectantly.
I chuckled and replied; "Well, I did say anytime? You little ... ah
... you little con artist you."
"Huh?"
"I'm not mad Zack. In fact, I think it's both flattering to me and cute
... hell, even sweet."
"What ... what are you talking about?"
"Zack, I talked with your Mom the day after the storm and she told me how
much you love thunderstorms. She said you weren't scared of them at all.
You conned me didn't you? Tricked me?"
I watched the look of embarrassment, even a little shame, fill his face and
just as he was ready to get up off me and bolt, I wrapped my arms around
him and held him immobile. "I'm hooked Zack. And, I'm glad you did it."
I kissed the top of his forehead.
I enjoyed the closeness of our embrace but after a little time had passed
my pants situation started to feel gross. "I don't know about you young
man but I have a bit of a mess to clean up."
He sat up and had turned a bright shade of red. "I'm sorry." He moaned.
"Oh Zack, please don't feel bad. I enjoyed every minute of it." I
shrugged, "Making a mess is even part of the fun."
"OH GROSS John!" he exclaimed. Then he looked thoughtful and looked me
straight in the eye. "Does that mean you would do it again?"
"As I said before Zack, anytime." I smiled, "Honest, I'm very flattered
that you are interested in an old fogy like me."
"Oh, I don't care how old you are. I just like you. Always have." He was
babbling and I let him go on just enjoying his excitement.
"You don't treat me like a kid. You listen to me and tell me stuff that
other adults think I'm too young for. And you didn't get mad. And you
didn't laugh or make me feel dumb. And ... and ... when?" I think he ran
out of breath. He looked cute with the look of eager expectation on his
young face.
He caught me by surprise. "When?"
"Huh?"
"WHEN?" He repeated louder and with a little youthful impatience.
"When what?" I was really quite lost.
"You said we could do it again. When? When can we do it again?" He
looked exasperated, like he felt he couldn't make himself clear or I was
dense.
"Anytime it's a good time for both of us. Why don't you look me up next
time your parents go out for a couple of hours?"
I left myself wide open with that one. I glanced down and saw that he was
still clearly hard. So, I was not totally surprised when he lay back down
and whispered, "How about right now?"
"That's sweet Zack and I appreciate your enthusiasm but I gotta go change."
He didn't move as he moaned. "Oookaaay ... but I sure hope we can do it
again soon." I gently kissed the top of his forehead and he purred.
"Mmmm, I like that."
Then he reluctantly climbed off me and walked toward the door. I got up
and went over to him as he opened the door. Putting my hand on his
shoulder and gently squeezing, I said; "I've seen you working on your Dad's
boat. You seem to like it. You know, I could use an assistant with my
responsibilities on the waterfront. Your parents might be proud of you
helping out too."
His face lit up. "That'd be cool!" He threw his arms around my waist.
"I'll ask them the minute they get home."
I was pleased. "I'm glad you like the idea. Why don't you ask them as if
it was your idea? You can say you heard I was looking for someone. Then
ask them if you can ask me. I think it would be better for you that way."
"Yeah, I think so too. I know they'll think I might be too young or bother
you or something so they might ask you too."
"Okay, that would be good." I fidgeted and adjusted my now cold and soggy
pants. Zack looked on and giggled. "Well, you better run along. Let me
know how it goes." He took off full tilt across the lawn to his house.
Chapter Three - On the job training
By way of background; I always felt that Zack's parents never did want
children. The first boy was enrolled, very early, in a private school in
the next town. Even at the early age of 5 or 6 he was picked up and taken
to the school at 7:30 a.m. and didn't get home until 5:00 p.m.. Both
parents had their careers and so had hired a full time Nanny to take care
of the boy. Finally, at 14, he was sent off to boarding school and now is
in college and never around.
Zack, as we have seen, has a mind of his own and so, has resisted his
parents. While he did have the Nanny until this summer, he insisted on
going to the local public school and has already refused to go away to
boarding school. This same sense of self-assurance has him going totally
against the grain of the typical local kids. He loves our little
neighborhood, the town and the area. He doesn't find it boring, as so many
young people say it is.
So, I was not surprised that his parents were more than pleased to have
"Little Zackie" take an interest in something that would keep him out of
their hair. I really don't think that it was lack of love. They know me
well enough to know that I'd never do anything to harm their son but they
did call to be sure he wouldn't be a pest and I assured them that I was
thrilled to have the help. I just think that they are more wrapped up in
themselves, each other and their careers.
Zack and I thrived in our working relationship. He wanted to know
everything that I did and how I did it. He patiently watched and learned,
offering help but never trying something on his own without getting the
go-ahead first. He was a natural with the waterfront, with the outdoors,
with tools and with the people he interacted with in the neighborhood. The
first big project we had was to winterize the docks and put boats of all
sizes and description up for the winter. This took a lot of coordination
with the neighbors and Zack was the consummate diplomat dealing with
relaying messages and special requests.
We started by setting up to wax and store 4 kayaks. A couple people came
down and did their own while Zack and I had to wax two ourselves. We get
paid for this service and he was thrilled to make some money. However, I
honestly believe that he had Like the idea of the job even without knowing
that he might earn some pay.
Being early Fall, there was still enough light for us to get a little done
each evening after I got home from work and before I had my supper. Zack
moaned when I told him that he had to have his homework done before then
but he did it just the same. After about half an hour he would be called
in for supper and come charging back down the hill 20 minutes later. By
the second or third evening of this he began following me back to my house
and keeping me company while I had my supper. While working and during my
supper we talked about all sorts of things. It just isn't true what some
people think about young people today. I found that he was far more
knowledgeable and yes, wiser than I was at his age.
No matter what, he had to be home by 8:00 p.m. and I insisted that he live
up to that rule. When it came time for him to go he would give me a long
slow tight hug at the door and I would give him a long kiss on the top of
his forehead. He always left purring. I think that we were more than
bonding and wondered what was in store when we had more time together on
the first weekend with him as my assistant.
On that weekend I had recruited some of the other guys in the neighborhood
to help with a couple of the heavier jobs and was surprised to see that
some of their sons and one daughter had shown up as well. I'm sure that
Zack's presence had had a positive affect and I told him so and that I was
proud of his hard work. He positively beamed and my heart skipped a beat.
I just love helping youngsters feel good about themselves.
The heavy work took a couple hours and when we were done we broke for the
day and a late lunch.
"As I mentioned earlier Zack, you have done very well this week. I have
enjoyed your company too. Now, I think we should call it a day. There's a
golf match I'd like to watch on TV and I'm sure you have some things that
you would like to do this afternoon too."
He looked a little disappointed but agreed. "Yeah, I haven't seen much of
my friends this whole week. They've been asking me what I was doing."
"Well then, why don't you go have some fun with them? I'm going to have my
lunch, then take a nice long hot shower before I watch my golf on TV." I
gave a hugh yawn and he giggled at me. "Give me a call or come in later
and we can plan tomorrow's chores."
"Okay John, see ya later." I watched his cute butt bounce as he took off
across the lawn to his house.
After I enjoyed a long leisurely lunch, along with a couple of cold beers,
I went up stairs and started a nice long and soothing shower. I enjoy
standing under the hot spray and feeling myself relax. I let my mind
wander and almost jumped out of my skin when I heard someone knock on the
shower door. I turned and could just make out, through the fogged up
glass, that a short someone was standing there.
"Who is it?" I called out over the noise of the shower.
There was a long moment and then I heard Zack's deepening voice, "Please
John, I need a hug. Can I come in?"
"Did I hear him right?" I thought to myself. I opened the door a crack to
tell him that I'd be out in a minute and to wait downstairs. But what
greeted my eyes was a totally naked and fully aroused, adorable and
desirable boy.
I opened the door wider and my sweet sexy young Zack slipped in the shower
with me.
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Author's comments:
I must apologize for taking the easy way out with these five stories but,
as you can see from their starting dates, they've languished too long in my
"Projects" file. I got them to a certain point and than got no further
while other, newer stories kept me more involved.
So readers, I hope that these five unfinished stories have stimulated your
imaginations, among other things, and you have enjoyed some fantasy endings
to them.
Thanks for all your e-mails of appreciation and encouragement.
Happy 2012!