From: an166744@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an166744@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu, 13 Apr 1995 01:59:58 UTC
Subject: DRAWING DONNIE (m/b) [1/2]

DRAWING DONNIE    (man/boy)

Standard disclaimer, bla bla bla, if you are not an adult according to
the law, the government doesn't want you to have erotic
titillation and your mind shall remain virgin even though you've been
cumming for the last six years. Do not read this.

Furthermore, people who are easily offended, people who are not
interested in sex stories involving young boys and people on a crusade to
cleanse the world should NOT read this.

Whoever is left should be able to understand that this is only fantasy.

I did not write this. I'm posting it for somebody else. Hope you like
it. Send comments to an166744@anon.penet.fi



written by BASE.               (04/95)


                        DRAWING DONNIE


            To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow


                            Part 1

"Hey look, there's a pond behind those trees!"

   My hand released it's death grip on the tenacious dandelion root.  The
young voice had taken my concentration away from the muddy chore and
lifted my attention several feet.  Flashings of color danced behind the
needely green veils of hemlock.  I st od up and all movement in the
branches ceased.  The boys were suddenly aware of me. For an instant,
the only sound was the bubbling fountain in the center of the pond.  A
startled gold fish slapped the surface and a splash of water sailed
through the air.

"Whats up boys" I called.

   I really couldn't see them clearly, but the kids had ventured well
passed my property line and now had to give some account of themselves.

"We heard water..." said the voice "....we were just checking it
out" It was a soft, raspy voice, pleasant but uncertain.

   My head bobbed from side to side as I peered through the branches.
I thought I could just make out 4 young boys, perhaps 8 or 10 years old.

"Well, c'mon in and check it out then" I said proudly.

   I adore children, especially young boys, and I'm very proud of my garden.

   The boys pushed through the living fence and lined up on the
opposite side of the small pond so that I got my first good look at
them. I always get a kick out of the way little kids dress nowadays
and these boys were really affected.  The oldest oy, obviously the
leader of the clique, was dressed in a pair of black shorts that
reached down to his knees and a loosely fitting polo shirt with
wide orange and white strips. The cottony fabric hung just below
his slender waste.  His straight black hair was cut short, shaved
really, on the sides, but long on top. His chocolate eyes and
little nose were part of an angelic face.  Thick eyebrows and an
olive complexion betrayed his mediterranean blood....truly a
breathtakingly beautiful child.  His young friends were plain in
comparison, but still attractive children, dressed similarly and
with identical hair-cuts. Two of the boys were blond, about the
same height and age, though obviously related to each other
somehow... cousins perhaps.  The youngest boy was a brown haired
child and seemed to hide behind the oldest boy. All of the
youngsters wore earrings, which I think is really a hoot.  When I
was a kid in the seventies, you'd have gotten the shit beat out you
if you turned up in school with an earring.  Now, in the nineties,
its coolness!  Go figure.

"Wow, this is awesome" said the dark haired boy, looking around at
the garden.

   It was the first week of May.  Tulips and iris were up together in
their beds, the roses were in their virgin bloom and the lilacs
hung heavy, all purple and white. Peony and bleeding heart were
just opening in the glad sunshine.  Lily of the valley, pansies,
star of Bethlehem and hosta bordered the stone path that encircled
the garden. It had been a wonderful spring, blessed with cool
sunshine and delicious rain in perfect measure.  The foliage was
deeply green and lush, sweet aromas filled the air, honey bees
buzzed and birds sang joyously from the tree tops.  Both nature and
I had done a great deal of work and the kid was right, the garden
was awesome.

"Yeah" said one of the blond boys "My mom would love it here.
She'd think she died and went to heaven."

   Okay, at this point these kids could have gotten anything they
wanted outta me.  I was beaming!  I love it when folks appreciate my
garden, kids are especially welcome and I told them so.  Of course, I
asked their names first.

"I'm Donnie" said the beautiful dark haired boy.
"Steven" said one of the blond kids.
"Paul" said the other.
"and I'm Ricky!" said the youngest boy.

   They all smiled widely at me.

"Well fellahs, I'm pleased to meet y'all! I'm Jack, and you can walk
around the whole property if you like, just don't step anywhere except
on grass."

   The boys walked carefully, respectfully in the garden and "oooo"-ed
and "ahhhhh"-ed appropriately at all the biggest blossoms.  They
asked me all sorts of questions.  They wanted to know the names of
all the flowers, where they came from and how big they got.  They
asked how old the goldfish were, how long they could live and if they
stayed out all winter. I could answer most, but always it was Donnie
who asked the hardest and most insightful questions.  He wanted to
know how the goldfish breathed when the pond froze over in the
winter.  With stunning good looks and a sharp mind, this was
obviously someone's pride and joy!  It turned out that all these kids
were new to the neighborhood, not that I would have noticed. They
could have been born and raised on the block and I'd never have known
it. I've lived in the same house for 20 years and still couldn't tell
you my next door neighbor's first name. There weren't many children
in those parts and hadn't been since I was little, so these kids
didn't really have any other friends in the area, it was just the
four of them.



   I fixed them tall glasses of pop and enjoyed their questions and
boyish small talk for about an hour before they decided that a game
of catch was more interesting than me or my garden!  I couldn't blame
them!  They ran out as swiftly as they appeared, but the little guys
had made my afternoon.  Especially Donnie.   All the rest of that
evening, I couldn't get Donnie out of my head. What a fascinating
boy!  He had really charmed the pants off me.  Now, I'm a fair
artist, in fact, professional.  I've made good money in graphic art
and a pencil sings if I've a mind.  Well, Donnie had inspired me.
That night, as I lay in bed naked, I began to draw.  My mind was
turbulent with images of the beautiful boy.  I made a few rough
sketches of his face, practicing his slightly turned up, triangular
nose, with it's thin bridge that sunk rapidly between wide brown
eyes.  With those thick distinctive brows, it was easy to convey the
shape of his eyes, but impossible to communicate their intoxicating
chocolate color or penetrating glance.  I did my best though.  I
moved my pencil to form his little mouth, with thick lips parted in
an impish smile.  I started to see Donnie on the white paper, but the
feel, the air, the essence of the boy still eluded me. I began to
shade in his straight dark hair.  I took a little liberty and added
some extra length and brought the razored sides down a bit, closer to
his ears.  These changes gave him a wider, fuller face, more boyish
and natural.  I filled in his square jaw, dimpled chin and rounded
his cheeks.  By now, my cock was rock hard, its head engorged with
blood as I gazed at the boy's captivating features.  After about an
hour and a half of practice, I though I had his face down pretty
good.  I drew him smiling, giggling, laughing out loud, from every
angle until I could draw Donnie in any pose, at will.  I fell fast
asleep with the boy's exquisite features embedded firmly in my mind.

   I woke early that morning, before the sun.  The obsession persisted,
unabated by a dreamless slumber.  I started drawing the boy's body.
I could make reasonable guesses as to general shapes, but had no
basis in fact with regard to specific structures.  Happily, I have a
good imagination!  I made the curves of his boyish chest fall from
narrow shoulders and a slim neck.  I put tiny nipples far to the side
of barely discernable pecs.  I hinted at ribs, covered by taut young
flesh, just above tiny, but well defined abdominal muscles.  I gave
him an outie belly button.  And then, in my minds eye, I conceived
his penis.  I drew it erect and on scale, about three inches long,
with a circumcised head and thin shaft, bent slightly downward at the
pons.  I made his scrotum hang low between thin legs.  I was sure
Donnie had no hair at all on his body.  I saw him lying on my bed
with his legs spread wide, giggling while he displayed, no boasted,
his puerile manhood.  The vision drove me wild.  I could almost smell
him now.  How I longed to fondle his little dick and play with his
hairless balls, rolling them between my fingers while he giggled and
moaned in ecstasy.  I wanted to teach him all the joys of cock-
sucking and watch his little face light up while I lapped at his
genitals and plunged my tongue into his steamy asshole like some
hungry animal.  I wanted to caress and explore every nook and cranny
of his body and literally worship at this temple of youth. I swear I
never touched myself, but I creamed my shorts.  As I showered, I
could only think how bad I had it for this kid.

                           Part 2

"Hey Jack"

   I had kept my eyes peeled for the next couple of days, but hadn't
seen hide nor hair of little Donnie.  Once again, I was enjoying the
garden, not pulling weeds but doodling at the side of the pond, early
in the afternoon when I heard his soft raspy voice again.

"Hey Jack, remember me? Its Donnie"

   Remember him? Was he kidding?  He was nearly all I could think
about.  I raised my head and thrilled to his slim frame hopping
through the hemlocks.  The first thing I noticed was his naked
chest. The boy had his shirt off, tucked into the side of his blue
jeans.  I couldn't help but be stunned, caught off guard by this
sudden apparition of the young adonis.  I saw immediately that my
imagination had not done the boy justice.  I had gotten all the
proportions about right, but the very shine of his flesh far
surpassed all my expectations. His complexion was flawless. His
chest was slightly more developed than I had given him credit for
and his nipples were larger and more toward the center of his
chest. His abs were more developed too and his arms were already
beginning to acquire muscle tone.  As he raised his arms in a `high
five' greeting. I noticed he had no hair at all under them.
Happily, I was right about that! Not a hair on his body! Not yet.
Then he flashed a lethal smile.  He looked at me, held my eyes,
and all of a sudden I felt naked!  He was looking at me like he
could read my thoughts.

"'Course I remember you kid, I ain't that old!  Not yet!"

   I dove for the closest refuge at hand.  I returned my attention to
doodling and tried to act uninterested.  Donnie stepped over and looked
at the note pad I was scribbling in.   His lips were dyed lightly
purple from some sort of grape candy and its sweetness mixed with his
own essence created an inebriating fragrance.  It made me dizzy!

"Whatcha doin?" he asked.
"Oh, just drawing" I said. "Nice way to relax"
"Yeah?" he asked, almost incredulously, "You any good?"
"I think so!" I answered, a bit sharply "damn good as a matter of fact"
"Lemme see!"
   He looked at my drawing, obviously unimpressed.
"I can do better!" he said confidently.
"Oh you can hu?...well go to it big talker"

   I handed the kid my pencil and immediately his hand set to work. the
impertinent little squirt quickly produced an elegant rendition of the
same flower that I had been drawing.  Once again I was stunned. The
image even hinted at interpretation.  I immediately wondered about his
aptitude for color.

"Who taught you how to draw?"
"pretty good hu?" he giggled.
"Yeah, who taught you?"
"No one, I just picked it up."

   He handed the pencil and paper back to me in triumph.  I could hardly
believe it.  The kid had yet another precious gift.  Lord knows what he
would become.  What a boy! Brilliant and talented.  What gifts he had!

   For but a moment, I had forgotten how beautiful he was, but then his
attention became fixed on the fish in the pond and he bent down to
touch the water.  As he did, his little butt pushed against the seat
of his pants.  The shape of his buns reminded me of his physical
beauty like a sweet rain that wakes a blissful sleeper into a bright
morning.  I could see the white elastic of his underwear disappear
into that forbidden Elysium. I followed his bony spine up to the back
of his neck and smiled at the peachy fuzz at its base.


"Have ya got any fish food for 'em?"
"Uhuh, in the garage. You wanna feed them?"
"Yeah!"

   I walked the few paces and brought the boy a large can of flakes.
His little hands dropped morsels into the ripply green water and the
yellow fish greedily gulped at the offering.  He turned and smiled at me.

"They like me!"
"It's hard not to!" I said

   The boy just blushed and giggled a little.

"Wanna play catch?" he asked
"Sure!"

   We tossed a hard ball to each other for about an hour or so.  I
think I missed more throws than he did, but something very special was
happening; Donnie and I were becoming friends.

   That afternoon, I went back to my board.  I had saved the studies of
the boy from the night before and they came in handy now.  I started
to draw Donnie in poses and acts that gave release to my fantasies.
First, I drew him in the garden, as Narcissus, gazing into the
goldfish pond.  In this work, Donnie is lying on his side. His head,
adorned with peonies, is resting on his lean biceps. I tried to
convey an innocent essence of erotic longing in his young eyes,
trapped forever by his own magnificent reflection.  His chest was
true to life, now that I had gotten a good look at it, but his
immature genitals were still figments of my vivid imagination.
Nevertheless, I gave special detail to them. I drew his little cock
erect and placed his free hand high up on his inner thigh, with his
index and middle finger tips brushing his own scrotum. His skinny
legs were bent at the knees and his feet were lost in a bed of
forrest ferns.  It took me several hours to complete the drawing and
I had to jerk off as soon as I was done.  I shot my load on one of
the expendable studies of the beautiful boy's face.

   I also did some less detailed sketches of Donnie getting his little
cock sucked. I used his friends as partners. Especially the little
dark haired boy, who seemed to hide behind him on that first day we
met.  I drew the little boy with Donnie's hairless cock in his
mouth.  I tried a few different expressions of delight on Donnie's
face before finally deciding that a look of surprise, almost fright,
was hottest.  I made the little boy seem unsure and a little grossed
out to have another boy's dick in his mouth and that combination
really turned me on.  Next, I drew Donnie with his dick up the
little kid's ass, as it would be seen from someone standing under
them, but slightly to one side.  It was really a challenging angle
to draw from out of my head, especially since I wanted to get both
boy's faces in the picture. When I finally got it right, the little
boy had a strained, but determined expression on his face, while
Donnie's was simply one of sheer ecstasy.  The last picture was a
self portrait.  I drew myself sucking on Donnie's little cock.  I
had the child's entire dick in my mouth, his tiny balls separated on
my chin.  His hands were on his cheeks and his mouth was wide open,
his eyes, saying they couldn't believe how good the blow job felt.
Of course, I thought this was the hottest picture I had drawn.  It's
still one of my favorites.


"Drawing Donnie"   written by BASE.               (04/95)

                          Part 3

   By the summer, I had done about a hundred sketches of the boys.  By
then, they had started coming over fairly often, every third day or
so.  Donnie would come at least as much by himself and even helped
out with the gardening.  I was teaching him how to improve his
drawing too.  It all started very informally.  He'd see a bug or
special flower that he wanted to try and I'd help him with some of
the technical details.  I really wanted to teach the boy how to draw
out of his head, which is the stage every artist wants to get to, so
he can draw what he sees in his mind.  How I loved those
afternoons!.  Donnie would sit, nearly in my lap, with his pad and
pencil in hand.  I'd guide him, correcting strokes, or pressures,
pointing out shadings, and so forth.  Those moments made it obvious
that Donnie had become very special to me. I soon realized that I
loved this young boy and as his work improved, I felt more and more
like a father to him in some way.  Not that my sexual fantasies had
abated in the slightest. Quite the contrary.  I almost always
thought of Donnie now when I jerked off. I'd pull out one of the
sketches I'd done and blow my load onto it.  I had plenty by then,
kept under lock and key of course, since Donnie was in and out of
the house so often.

   One afternoon, just about midsummer, I came home from work early,
unexpectedly.  There were more than a few things I had to get done in
the yard and I needed some tools out of the garage.  Unsuspectingly,
I strolled to the cinderblock structure an eased open the side door.
Light streamed into the cool, dark room.  In that instant, time
itself seemed to slow, like during car wrecks, when seconds expand
into hours.  I was instantly aware of the two boys, standing stiffly
in the bright light.  Like deer staring into oncoming headlights, the
children were frozen in place. I recognized them at once.  It was
Donnie and Ricky.  The boys had their pants pulled down around their
ankles and their shirts were pulled up almost to their chins.  My
eyes soaked in all of Donnie's naked body.  Once again, I found my
imagination had done no justice to the boy.  His hard dick was a full
five inches long and thicker than I ever dreamed.  It looked about 2
sizes too big for his slender body. The head, sticking straight up
into the air was perfectly shaped and perfectly cut.  His little
balls indeed hung low between his legs and he didn't have a single
hair anywhere.  Ricky's dick was tiny in comparison, erect though it
was, it couldn't have been more than two inches long, with a small
circumcised head.  I don't recall much more of Ricky, because my eyes
were fairly glued to Donnie's body.  I had finally seen him in his
glory.  My own dick nearly exploded.  But before I could say a word,
little Ricky pulled his pants up and bolted, almost under my legs,
out of the garage.  Donnie just stood there, naked before me, staring
into my eyes.  I was totally shocked.... shocked as in surprised, of
course, but not angry or upset.  Not at all!  Donnie totally misread
me.  His eyes began to tear up and his expression changed from simple
surprise to horror.

"oooooohhhhnnooooo......oh not again!  Not again!" he started to wail. 

   The words echoed in my head.  The terrified child backed away, and only
slowly pulled his pants up as he fell back against the far wall. I had
never seen, never dreamed of seeing, such a look of fearsome pain
distort his adorable face.  As he buckle his pants, he began to cry.
My daze broken, I reacted automatically.  I rushed in, scooped up the
sobbing boy into my arms and rushed him to my chest. I hugged him
tightly.  He shivered and quaked like it was 5 degrees outside and
tried to bury his head under his armpit.  But I wanted to look the kid
in the eye now.  I held his chin up and made him look at me.

"Listen kiddo, you did nothing wrong, do you understand me?" I said
firmly. "Its okay" He hiccuped and only rocked his head back and forth,
slightly.  Then, he sniffled again and his eyes started to flood with
fresh tears.

"Jack, am I a homo?" he asked as he sobbed softly.

   I hugged the child again tightly.

"Oh, Donnie...." I was starting to mist up myself at this point
"you're only a ten-year-old boy, and lots of ten-year-old boys play
with each other like that.  I did when I was 10..... Look at me, kid."

   His magic eyes were staring straight into my soul now.

"I did it when I was ten too.... and yes Donnie, I became a homo.  And
I'm learned to be proud of that!  On the other hand, a lot of the same
kids I played with didn't become homos.  Too bad for them.  The point is
that when you're a ten-year-old boy, ya don't know what you are or what
you're gonna become."

   His sticky red face changed into a quizzical look.

"When will I know?" he asked
"I can't even tell you that.  I was sure when I was about 13, so that
means ya got at least three years before ya hafta worry!"
"I dunno, Jake, I think I'm pretty sure already" he whined
"Oh, Donnie, you're are too smart for your own good sometimes.  Look,
why don't we go inside, and you can tell me how come you're so sure.
I gotta put you down anyway, you're too big for me to hold up for so long".


   We sat in the kitchen and Donnie wiped the salty tear streaks from
his face.  Of course, this hadn't been the first time Donnie had
played with Ricky.  As it turned out, Donnie, Steve, Paul and Ricky
had formed a sex club, with regular meetings right in my garage!
The boys would count to three and then pull their pants down.   They
would inspect each other's genitals for the slightest signs of
puberty.  As yet, they didn't have a single pubic hair between them.
If they were really horny they did "feelzies".  Each boy would grab
hold of another child's cock and balls and then rub them lightly,
sending goose bumps up and down each other's backs.  By far Donnie had
the biggest dick and the other three boys took turns playing with it
and pulling on it.  But what had got poor Donnie so upset was the
idea of being caught `again'.   It seems Donnie had a certain uncle
Tommy, his mom's bother.  Donnie said he was very handsome.  He was
little more than a kid himself really, only 23 years old.  Whenever
they were alone Donnie and his uncle used to play-wrestle.
Invariably, the boy's pants would come down in the struggle and
Donnie's uncle would begin fondling his dick.  At first Donnie
pretended to fight back, but the sensations were so thrilling that
the boy just laid back and let his uncle play with him. Donnie loved
it when his uncle would tickle him under his tiny balls with one had
and pull up and down on his peter with the other.  But his favorite
thing was when his uncle would take both his testicles into his hot
mouth and rinse them clean with his tongue.  That sent indescribable
shutters of pure pleasure surging though every cell in the boy's
body.  Finally, his uncle would take Donnie's cock into his mouth and
suck him to orgasm.  And Uncle Tommy would let his nephew play with
his big hairy cock and balls too.  Donnie felt like the luckiest kid
in the world when his uncle would take out his mansized cock and let
him play with it.  The child's little hand barely fit around the
shaft and it seemed the boy could look right into the piss slit and
see far into the dark tunnel.  After a deal of pushing and pulling,
white gooey stuff would shoot out of that hole and sometimes land all
over the boy's face and hair. Once he even tasted it.  It was salty
and he found it unpleasant, so he never tried it again.   The boy
made it perfectly clear that he had totally enjoyed every experience
and really loved his uncle Tommy. But one dreadful day, Donnie and
his uncle were caught by his father. Vicious fighting and horrible
screaming followed. Donnie never saw his uncle Tommy again.  His
family moved away almost immediately after the incident. So that was
why the poor boy was so terrified.  His whole life had been turned
upside down.

"Listen champ" I reassured him, I won't ever tell anyone ever, okay?
Certainly not your dad."

   His little face lit up in an unforgettable smile.

"Thanks Jack.  You're my best friend!"
"Ditto, kiddo..Ditto!"

   I scooted him out, stuffed with iced cream and cookies, none the worse
for his fright.  For myself, I had to hurry and get to my board before
the beautiful vision faded from my memory.  From that day on, all my
drawing of Donnie were anatomically correct.

                          Part 4

"How come you don't plant pumpkins?"  Donnie asked one afternoon.

   I explained to the boy that pumpkins, as nice as they would be for
halloween, would be all out of proportion in the garden. Oh, if I
had more land, maybe a small farm, a pumpkin patch would have been
charming.  In fact, I had wanted a pumpkin patch ever since I was a
child.  I told Donnie that the art of planting a really special
garden was knowing what was appropriate and what wasn't.  The boy
smiled at me as I finished my explaining and he seemed to
understand.  I promised I'd buy him a big pumpkin next month and
we'd find a place for it in the yard.  But for now, it was a cool
september afternoon, at that very special hour of the day just
before dusk, when the skies burn red as the angry sun is slowly
extinguished behind the walls of night.  Donnie and I were putting
the fall flowers to bed for the evening.  The last bloom of roses
had just open, black-eyed susans, Montauk daisies and cosmos endured
bravely the coming of night.  The hostas were in bloom again, and
mums fought with the sedum and impatiens for space along the stony
path. A mourning dove cooed sadly.  Donnie and I had accomplished
much together and we were proud of our work.

   We had become very close since that fateful day in midsummer.
Donnie would tell me all about his sexual activities with his
friends, in glorious detail. I knew the kid was getting off telling
me about how he'd suck Paul's little hairless cock until the boy
quivered and shook in prepubescent orgasm.  Steve and Paul were
cousins and had been playing with each other's dicks ever since they
could remember.  They were bathed together when they were real
little and that's probably how it started. Now, whenever they slept
over each others houses, which was often, they had a field day under
the blankets, rubbing their little dicks together until they were
sore.  Little Ricky was the new comer to the joys of sex.  The three
boys had just broken him in that spring.  They convinced him that if
his own hands felt good `down there', their hands would feel even
better.  Ricky was suspicious, but eventually, after some
convincing, agreed to let them try.  The four boys were up in Paul's
room, ostensibly building a model racing car.  Ricky laid on Paul's
bed and Donnie started to unbuckle the child's pants.  Steve kept a
look out, just in case Paul's mom came up the stairs. The danger of
getting caught made it even more exciting.  Their little hearts were
pounding a mile a minute as Donnie lowered the small boys pants.
Donnie told me he laughed when he saw that Ricky had on a pair of
superman underoos.  Paul covered his eyes with his hands, but peaked
out between his fingers while Donnie slowly peeled down the thin
fabric of the child's underpants and revealed his tiny dick.  Ricky
was already breathing hard, probably hyperventilating, when Donnie
started to masturbate him.  Despite the boys nervousness, he got a
boner almost as soon as Donnie touched his penis.  Donnie said his
uncle had taught him how to give good handjobs and stroke the
sensitive areas under the dick head and at the base of the shaft.
Donnie's experienced hand sent waves of giggly delight through the
boy, magnified by an delectable atmosphere of naughtiness that
filled the room.  Then, it was Paul's turn.  The blonde boy's warm
hand stroked the young boy's shaft and examined his tiny testicles
one by one.  Ricky threw his head back as the surges of tickly fun
rushed over his young body. Donnie tried to coax Paul into licking
the small dick.  Paul was reluctant, but plainly curious and Ricky
had become simply greedy for more pleasure.  After much cajoling,
only tip of the blonde boy's tongue touched Ricky's cock and the
little boy only giggled.  Donnie grew impatient.  He fairly pushed
Paul out of the way and showed him how it was done.  He took Ricky's
boner all the way in his mouth at one gulp and began to swish it on
his hot tongue.  The little boy nearly fainted.  His whole body
erupted into torrents of spasmic bliss.  As Donnie worked on the
little kid's cock, the sensations soon became intolerable.  The boy
started to moan and pound the bed too loudly. Donnie stopped,
realizing the noise would soon draw unwanted attention.  It was
Steve's turn anyway.  Donnie guarded the door.  Paul watched as his
cousin started amusing himself with Ricky's immature genitals.
Stevie was definitely the most playful, mischievous of the group.
He rolled the tiny dick in between his fingers and then rubbed it
into the boy's own belly with the palm of his hand. Ricky moaned
slightly and rolled his face from side to side on the soft pillow.
At the same time, Stevie explored under Ricky's balls and around his
little asshole with his other hand. He even pushed at the kid's anus
with the tip of his index finger.  Finally, he began to masturbate
the child.  Up and down, just like he jerked himself off, just like
Donnie had taught him.  Ricky had his first orgasm that day.  His
friends hadn't lied.  Their hands definitely felt much better than
his own.

   I was really hot and bothered by the story and I could tell that
Donnie had enjoyed telling it as much as I loved hearing it; even
in the dying light, the unmistakable tents that our crotches had
become made that much clear to both of us.  In fact, this awkward
situation had occurred several times before, whenever Donnie told
me of his adventures with his young friends.  But somehow, I knew
that this time was going to be different.  Maybe I lead the kid on
in some way that evening, without intending to.  I had always kept
my fantasies strictly to myself. I never talked about sex with any
of the other children.  But, if it made Donnie feel better telling
me about his sex life, I was happy to listen.  I never repaid him
in kind though.  I never shared any intimate details about what I
did in bed.  In any event, we stood very near each other as
darkness descended over the garden.  We drifted ever closer
together, so that our arms touched.  The blood froze in my veins.
I felt his shivering hand lightly graze my leg, slowly making its
way toward the bulge in my pants.  The boy had made his move.

   I still can't believe what I did that evening, or what I didn't do.
As soon as I felt his little hand pass over my raging hard on, I
dropped to my knees.  Donnie gasped in surprise.  We were nearly eye
to eye.

"Oh, Donnie, Donnie, Donnie....oh god, please help me...Donnie, ya
gotta try and understand this...."

   I held the boy's shoulders as his wide eyes stared at me, filling
 with disappointment and hurt.

"Donnie, please believe me,  every nerve in my body wants what you
want right now...wants to share with you things you can't even imagine...
But Donnie, if we share those things, then we wouldn't be able to share
other things...things which are much more important...things that you
need much more right now."


   I could tell by his eyes he hadn't a clue as to what I was talking about.

"Don't you think I'm cute?" he squeaked

   His face made a sad look that nearly tore my heart out.

"Cute? Donnie, you're the most adorable little boy I've ever laid eyes
on, and boy you had me pegged from the first day didn't you...? Well, you
were right kiddo!  I love little boys....but only in my dreams.  Look,
you'll understand when you get older.  Right now you're just gonna have
to trust me on this one.  I can't play with you like Paul or Ricky can.
It would mean things to me, do things to us, that you can't understand."

"Don't you love me Jack?" he persisted.

   I nearly died on the spot.

"I do love you kiddo, I really, really do.  More than you know.  And
that's exactly why I can't do what you want me to do.  Your just gonna
hafta trust me..... Now, what I'm saying goes only for me, you understand".

   I added that last part quickly, thinking of his uncle Tommy.


"Maybe some grownups can play like that with you and still feel alright
about it, but I can't Donnie,  I just can't.  Do you understand even a
little?"

"Maybe a little" he lied.  But he smiled as he did.

"Donnie, I promise, it's the right thing."

"Okay" he said. "I guess you're pretty smart".

"Why thank you!" I said.

The star light shown off his face like angels were dancing on his cheeks.
His lips became an impish grin as we turned for the house.

"Too bad though" the boy said  "I bet you got a big hairy one!"

"Your right again! I do...." I laughed  "Why don't you try and draw it
when you get home tonight."


THE END