Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2009 20:43:48 -0700
From: Charmer Foure <charmer4u@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Butterfly Boy

The Butterfly Boy

By Kevin Printon

This is a fictional story written about a fictional teen and adult. This
story never happened and no butterflies were injured or hurt during the
writing or editing of this story. If it is illegal for you to be reading
gay fictional stories then stop reading.


It was one of those weekends when my partner and I were looking for
something to do. We decided to go up to see my brother and his wife in a
beach town up north. We asked them if they had any suggestions for daytime
activities. They suggested we check out Natural History Museum my brother
suggested that since he and his wife had been such stanch members for over
10 years suggested that they got free passes to almost all of their
activities. So not wanting to miss " a gift horse in the mouth" we took a
drive up there and see what activity might be going on this weekend.
Recalling that the place seemed to hop with cuties every once and a
while. decided to take them up on their offer of their card.

Oh just to digress for one second this story took place back when I was in
my Forties. I was a white dude about 5'8 160 brownish black hair, in shape
just got "Deep Diver Certified" my partner was some 10 years younger
German/American about the same height / slimmer the dog.... with dirty
blond hair...to kill for and cute as a button.

Well!  So we showed up at the museum and the dam lot was full. Had to
circle around two three, four times and almost gave up when some fat ass in
a 1960 Winnebago cleared out and left three empty spaces littered with soda
cans right up front near the front entrance. Whoopee a parking space plus
recycles money.  Whoopee!

We showed our membership passes and were told we could have free entrance
into the Butterfly Exhibit. Well this was a museum of natural history and I
had seen all the dead Butterflies I could stand in a lifetime all pinned
there "dead as door nails" to felt maps in the Butterfly Room since my
childhood.

" I don't think seeing another would be of much interest I said

 "Oh no! the cashier said this is a live exhibit. The butterflies are from
all over the US and you get to be in the same room with all of them."

" Oh, I said Sort of like being trapped inside a tent with a bunch of
flying insects?

"Well Yes, I mean NO, Well it's not as bad as you put it."

"Just kidding with yah...we'll take two tickets. Where do we go?"

"Oh you need to go down to the bridge across the bridge and turn right. You
can't miss the Butterfly Tent! "

"Enjoy! "She said in her most enthusiastic museum voice.

Well it appeared that they had setup a pretty large screened in tent with
double sets of doors at each end of the thing. The whole thing must have
been a hundred twenty feet long by sixty feet wide. Inside were plantings,
sitting areas, trees, and shrubbery.

We were instructed by a cute Asian girl of about 15 of how to enter, not
step on them if they were on the ground and not touch them or their food.

So we were ushered into the first door, then the alcove to wait to see if
we had let any Butterflies out before opening the second set of doors,
which opened into the large tent like structure.

Once inside the place, it was truly amass with what looked like thousands
of Butterflies. As I gazed towards the far end of the tent my eyes were
filled with the dazzling colors of flittering Butterflies of all varieties.

. As soon as I turned to look the width of the structure, I was struck
speechless by the stark beauty of a little Asian sitting along on a bench
against a far wall. He looked up as if he sensed me. He was just sitting
there watching two butterflies dancing at his feet, he looked up again our
eyes locked and he permitted me to stare and take him all in as if in
recognition, he then shrugged in a cute way as if to indicate it was ok
with him. He just continued to sit there and stare at his black Vans. He
had beautiful raven blue-black hair cut in a traditional bowl crew cut
close to his head. His skin was tanned from the summer sun. His beautiful
brown eyes sparkled and switched between coal black and brown when he
lifted his head to watch the couple of Butterflies above his head. His
glance continued for a few seconds up and then towards the back of the tent
and then down and directly at me. He smiled as if to recognize that I was
staring at his beauty. He only appeared to be in his teens but he held
himself with great poise. He had a blue Tee shirt and baggy jeans. He also
wore a badge on his hip, one of those clear plastic ones they give
temporary people.

My partner was off thrilled to see and photograph so many different
varieties of butterflies; I was let to appreciate my own form of beauty.

I began to look past my boy and saw Butterflies all over.  I soon got
involved taking pictures and lost track of my beauty.

I suddenly felt a warn naked arm brush mine. It touched lightly but
deliberately; it was the boy, the brazen little teen. He walked past me and
proceeded to sit down in an archway seat just twenty feet ahead of me. He
turned and looked at me as if to beckon me to come and sit down next to
him.

I couldn't be that obvious. So I continued to walk around. Some kid sat
down next to him one of the others working the exhibit.

Now settling down and taking the whole exhibit in, a mixture of museum
people teens and adults controlled it. My Asian boy was one of them; His
badge identified him as one of them.

I stole another glance at him, this time memorizing the details of his face
and body.  His Asian features were breathtaking. Two close set small milk
chocolate brown eyes, a cute little nose, and a small tight-lipped closed
mouth.  He had delicate hands with long dainty fingers; he must be about
5'5 tall and weight less then 110 lbs.

His jeans failed to reveal much, except that he had a nice firm butt. He
stooped in front of me to pick up a piece of orange (Butterfly Food), which
had dropped from a tray. He looked around to make sure I had watched him.
He only smiled and blushed when I gave him a slight wink.

Well this went on for more then an hour. Me pretending to snap candied
shots of the Butterflies with him in almost all of them was beginning to
almost draw attention to me.

Almost time to leave! The BF was almost down to his last species at the far
end of the exhibit.

I walked over to the boy and asked "So are you guarding against us stepping
on the poor little fellows?"

"His face was serious at first mustering up what he was going to say. Then
he realized I was only kidding!

"Yeah I'm here to answer any questions and make sure everyone has a good
time." He said as he looked me directly in my eyes and out poured the most
wonderful smile. His eyes actually sparkled.

"I volunteer here three times a week in the Butterfly Exhibit. I didn't
before, but now I know a lot about butterflies," he volunteered.

"Well my name is Kevin, what's your?" " Sorry! I am Kim, my name is Kim."
He said.  He stiffened up and held out his hand as if that was one of the
things he had been told to do.  "Good too meet you Kim, Have you ever gone
up the coast to that state park to watch the monarch's?

"No, I have only seen them at the beaches and in here...I would love to see
where the monarch's mate."

"Hmmm I believe you have to camp at that park to see them late at night and
early in the morning."

"Oh? I love camping, but have never done it at the beach. I used to camp a
lot with my father, but now that he is gone I haven't camped in over two
years"

"Well I go camping a lot and know how much fun it is...I would like to take
you sometime. If you're interested? I looked for any sign of interest in
his eyes. He seemed like he was mulling it over. He was silent for a moment
then said.

Yes! I would like that a lot...wait a minute, I'll be right back. "

With that he turned and ran to the makeshift office of the museum and
disappeared.

My heart was in my throat as he left. I was worrying as to who he was
asking and if I was being inspected and..

He returned quickly shoved a piece of paper into my hand and said "Here's
my cell number I am usually home after 9. Text me anytime or call after 9."

So. The little devil!  knew what I was up to. I quickly thought.

Well we left the exhibit and got into the car for the long drive back home.
I drifted off to sleep during the drive back, thinking about my beautiful
Butterfly boy.

We got home it was after 9PM.  I texted his number and immediately got a
response.  "Hi Kevin thanks for meeting me today. I had a great time you
taking pictures LOL.  Hope you have a good week...night Kim"

As the week went by I got busier and busier. The texts at bedtime continued
and became a simple friendship between two people.

Then on Thursday night Kim asked about camping. In his text to me he
texted;

 I hear that the Monarch's are mating next weekend up at the state park.

Cool! Want to go?

I quickly texted back.

Oh yeah I do, I am pretty sure I can get the time off...

So how about camping Fri thru Sun will that be ok?

Yeah, except one thing, I don't have a tent or sleeping bag.

No problem I have a big tent and a double sleeping bag.

Cool it should be fun...

Fun is not the word I thought of.  Oh boy!  This should really be fun!

I immediately went on line and got a reservation for the park and a back up
one for the nearest motel.

During the next week, work pretty much kept my mind away from the weekend,
while Kim's texts were full of questions and suggestions of things we could
do. I learned that Kim was an only child who lived with his aging but spry
grandmother. According to Kim "She gambles too much."  At the local Indian
casino. In fact she was enrolled in some gambling contest that would occupy
her from Friday to late Sunday afternoon. How convenient, I thought.

 I was to pick Kim up at 4:30 at his house, so that we could make it up to
the campsite before it goes too dark.

I showed up at Kim's house a big affair up on the Rivera part of town. It
had a view to say the least it must have overlooked most of the coastline
all the way down to Los Angeles.

Kim was dressed in loose fitting cargo kaki shorts made out of some light
material about the thickness of a pair of basketball shorts .The material
clung snuggly to his small shape and outlined his petite basket nicely. (It
hung to the right! Was slim cigar thick, hard and pointing up to his
waistband.) He wore a red shirt. He looked as cute as button.  (I have a
theory about boys who wear red.,especially on a first date). His deeply
tanned legs, arms and face set off by his jet-black hair again made his
appearance to be truly breathtaking. He was one very handsome boy.

We put his backpack and gear in the back of the jeep. His grandmother had
supplied him with all sorts of camping treats in anticipation of his
two-night adventure. I had packed my own set of other "treats in
anticipation of our two nights adventure. So I guess we were all set for
our trip.

Kim got into the jeep and strapped himself in. Lifted one leg up and put
his foot on the console. He folded the other one under him, faced me and
was set for the trip up the coast. As we drove I snuck peeks up his tanned
leg as he fingered the edge of his plaid boxer underwear as he talked. I
swore I could see a tented spear shaped boner in the shadows of his shorts,
he fingered it occasionally almost unconsciously as he spoke, all animated
and excited to be with me.  We stopped for something to eat about half way
up there.  He told me a bit more about himself and that his parents had
died in a car accident while vacationing in Hong Kong two years ago. He
moved in with his Grandmother and was surrounded by Chinese relatives but
no one his age. He was forced to adjust to a new school, being Chinese in a
predominately Spanish and white environment was a constant source of new
challenges. Since he was from Hong Kong and spoke almost exclusively
Chinese, he was forced to be put back two grades. He was now an A student
but it had taken a lot of work and the help of a couple of tutors hired by"
Grams".

When we returned to the car, either the food or the night made him even
more animated and more open. He got in the car and actually turned sideways
facing me as we spoke. He allowed me to touch his bare kneecap as I put the
car in gear. He didn't even flinch as I expected someone his age to do.

As we drove out of the parking lot It started to rain, started out
drizzling but as we went north it turned into a real cloudburst. I switch
on the radio for the first time.  Local radio said it was going to rain all
weekend.

As we drove into the dark countryside his hand actually brushed against
mine as if for reassurance.

A long gap of silence was broken when he said.
 " Kevin are you gay?"

The shock of the question almost forced me to run off the road.  God this
kid was certainly blunt!

I swallowed deeply, thought for a sec and said. "Yes! Aren't you?"

"Yes Kevin! " I am too, but a virgin of sorts," Kim said with a chuckle not
expecting such a quick answer followed by a pointed question.

"Boy that makes this weekend a lot easier doesn't it? Kim said with another
chuckle.

"So would you rather follow plan B?" I asked

"What's Plan B?" he asked.

"The motel rather then camping..."

"God yes! Can we get a place near the butterflies?"

"All ready taken care of "

"Wow! You must have been a boy scout as a kid"

"Why? "

"You've thought of everything!"

"Just one more question. One bed or Two?" I asked

"Of course I think you already know the answer!"

"I do?"

"Yes! ONE! I don't plan to get much sleep!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! With all the butterfly watch and such!"

"Yeah and that too..."I said.

With that I put my hand out to his hand and we held hands for the rest of
the trip .  I chuckled to myself. "Yup the red shirt was a sure give away!"

(To be continued)

Not sure where this one will go. I would appreciate your comments and
encouragement.