Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 01:42:37 EDT
From: jediplight@aol.com
Subject: The Education of Joshua

WARNING: The following story depicts explicit intimite acts between an
adult and a minor.  If your local laws or statutes prohibit your reading
this type of material, or if you personally disagree with or do not want to
read about this type of relationship, leave this site/story now.

THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA

Part One

Well, I suppose it began about 5 or so years ago in a small town in
Southern California, during a hot and windless summer day.  I knew priorly
that I liked to play with boys and help them with projects, play football,
take them to movies, etc., and didn't really stumble across the term or
idea of "boylover" until a few years later, but indeed that was what I was.
And if any summer were to drive that point and idea home, this was the one.
Joshua was 11, slender with a killer smile, the kind of blonde that is
undeniably blonde, but which gets even more blonde with the summer sun, and
bright blue eyes that twinkled.

Joshua (or "Josh" as he liked to be called) lived right next door to me and
absolutely loved to help with just about anything I did, including water my
lawn, which I was doing at this moment.

"Hi, Michael," he yelled as he skipped across his yard, "Can I help?"  My
instant reaction was of course yes, because I loved being around this boy.
He was cuter than all heck, and was friendly in a close way, liking to get
piggyback rides and shoulder rides.  I, of course! loved to deliver these,
and invariably even if he had to go home after helping me, I usually could
end up giving him one of the famous piggyback or shoulder rides.

He took the hose from my hand in a mock pout and then laffed and helped
spray down the grass.

"What are you gonna do next after you water the lawn?  Are you gonna wash
your truck?  Can I help if you wash it?"

"No," I replied, "it's pretty warm.  I will probably go inside and have a
cold drink and watch TV for a bit.  Wanna come in and have a soda?"

"Sure!" he said, "can I get one now?  I'm hot!"

"Yup, go right on ahead.  See if you can find anything on TV and I'll be
done in a couple minutes."

"OK" he said and in my front door he bounded.  I could hear the 'frig door
slam shut, so I knew he'd gotten his drink.  His dad popped his head out of
their front door and asked if I'd seen Joshua, and I said yeah, he was
getting a cold soda.

"He'll drink you outta house and home if you let him" he said, "but send
him home if he gets in your way."

"No prob" I said, and he went back inside.  I turned off the water, stomped
my feet on the front porch, and went inside.  .

I got myself a cold beer, and went into the family room where the TV was
already on and Josh was laying back against the couch back, nearly prone.
Damn! he was a cutie!  I mean, he wasn't seriously good looking, or overly
handsome, or muscular, or any one specific thing.  It was just that he was
tallish, slender, good looks, friendly, and about a dozen other cool
qualities.  I lay back on the couch next to him, and asked what he was
watching.

"Not much,"he said, "just waiting for you to come in to see what you wanted
to watch, too," and he scratch his stomach.  Then his upper leg through his
shorts, and his low back under his t-shirt I jokingly asked if he had
fleas, and he shook his head yes.  "Huh?"  I said with my mouth kinda
hanging open...

"It's my cats, they come and sleep on my bed at night and they have fleas,
and I get flea bites bad."  With that, he pulled up his shirt and sure
enough there were about 3-4 good size red bumps.  "I even got them on my
butt," he complained.  "No way" I said.  "Yes, way!  Look," and this that
he turned his back to me and pulled down his shorts and boxers.  He twisted
around and pointed to the offending bites.  "Yikes, Josh, those must itch
like crazy.  Did you put anything on them?" I asked, barely able to keep my
train of thought.  He shook his head no.  I said I had some insect bite
lotion that might help the itching, did he want that.  He said yes, and I
got up with difficulty and went to my medicine cabinet.

I shifted my shorts to kinda hide my fully gorged member, so that when I
turned around and came back to the couch, it wasn't quite so obvious.  I
thought.  I gave the lotion to him.  "Can you put it on, I can't see around
that far to get it on them."  This definitely didn't deflate my stiffie in
the least.

"Sure, I guess.  You don't mind?"  He shook his head no, and so I squeeze
some white lotion onto my fingers and rubbed it lightly onto the sores.
Josh threw his head back and shook his blonde hair around a bit, and said
"Ooohhh, that feels better already," and I about came on the spot.  My God!
This boy was young, I can't be having this happening now, in my living
room, I gotta get control!  I gotta just handle these itches in a detached
fashion and just let it go.

That was when Josh, shorts and boxers still around his ankles, cute ass
facing me, said, "Well, what about these?  These are even worse."  And he
did a 180-turn and faced me dead on.  He was pointing to the two flea bites
to the right of his penis and ball sack, but I never got that far.  His 3"
boyhood was sticking straight up, and the summer day had his balls swinging
freely and low.

"Well, those are pretty bad, Josh.  Did you show your mom those?"

"Yeah," he said, "she said to not scratch them, but I can't help it, they
itch!  Can you put some lotion on those too?"  This was going south far too
quickly!  I said, "Josh," we aren't doing anything weird here, but maybe
you shouldn't mention to anyone that you had your pants down and I was
rubbing lotion next to your privates."  He busted out laffing and collapsed
back onto the couch, covering his mouth with his hands so as not to make so
much noise.  AND in the process his beautifully erect boyhood was stiff and
a stick about a foot away from me.  "Ok, I won't" he giggled.  I had him
hold his stiff penis and ballsack over to the left while I applied lotion
to the bites.  I had one bite done and was about to put lotion on the
second one when he let go of his stiff penis and bang! hit right into my
hand with the lotion.  He totally cracked up, and I said, "Josh, come on.
I am trying to help here, and you are trying to attack me with your penis."

He laffed, and agreed to not do it again.  I got some more lotion and was
nearly to my flea bite target when I was again struck by his erect member.
He cracked up again, and said, "it slipped, it has lotion on it now...."  I
tried SO hard not to go there, when he said, "Can you wipe it off?"

I about came on the spot.  "Josh" I said slowly.....  He got a serious look
on his face and said, "it's ok, Michael, I won't tell, I promise."  "But
Josh" I began, "I am not supposed to touch young boys'......"

"...Dicks!" he exclaimed and again cracked up.  Oh, man, this was gonna go
farther south, I could feel it.

"Right" I said.  "I just wanna have you wipe off the lotion" he said.  And
so, with my life hanging in the balance, I enclosed his long stiff shaft in
my hand, and pulled my hand away, allowing for ample friction, but also
extracting the lotion.  Josh just closed his eyes and smiled, his dick
pulsing at the touch.  "OOOhhhh!  That felt good!  Do it again."

"Uh...."

"Come on Michael, p-l-e-a-s-e?"

I gave up.  It was what I wanted, and on some level it was what he wanted.
"Ok, but not too long, and listen for anyone coming to the door, ok?"  He
nodded his head eagerly.  This time I put lotion onto my hand, and closed
my hand around his dick, and made a downward jacking off motion on his
dick, followed by an upward motion.

"Oh man! that feels good.  Keep doing it!"  I continued for awhile, and it
was obvious he was really enjoying it.  I asked as I jacked him off, "Josh,
do you ever do this by yourself, like, without lotion?"

He nodded his head, "yeah, and I also lay on my stomach when it's stiff and
hump the bed."

"Wow, cool!"  I said, "does anything ever come out?"

"Whaddya mean?"  he asked.

"Well, sometimes when boys are about 11 years old or older, they can start
shooting their sperm out, and it feels really really really good."

"OH!  I wanna shoot my sperm out too!  How good does it feel?  How do I do
it?"  he quickly asked.

"Hey" I said, "it might or might not come out, but if you do this long
enough, just like this, your dick will feel better and better and better,
and all of a sudden it feels like you gotta take a pee real bad, only it
feels about a hundred times more better than finally letting go after
holding it for a long time.  But even if the sperm doesn't come out, it
will still feel good."

"Cool!  I wanna do that!  My dick is feeling better already.  Keep rubbing
me, ok?"

"Ok, but let me know when it feels really good."

He agreed.

I pumped him for about 7-8 minutes, and he said, "Michael, I gotta go take
a pee, I'll be right back."

"Oh" I said, "hang on, it might be like your stuff is gonna come out, or at
least it will feel like it.  It probably isn't that you have to pee."  "But
it feels like I gotta go real bad."

"Does it still feel good when I do this?" I asked, jacking him off all the
while.

"Yeah, big time."

"Ok, hang in there, ok?  Let's see what happens, don't worry."  Again, he
agreed.  I changed my grip so that I could work his penis head more, and I
pumped him with one hand and massaged his dickhead with the other.  He
bagan to buck a bit, and push his butt off the couch toward my hand.  "Oh,
my gosh!  Something's happening!  Uuhh!  Ohhhh!"  and with that his body
nearly folded up on itself, and I could feel his dick pulsing as if trying
to push out thick, steaming liquid.  None came out, but nevertheless Josh
was having his first real orgasm.

He laid back and relaxed, dick still sticking straight up, hands at his
side.  "Dang, Michael!  That was intense!  It felt REAL good!  Can we do it
again?  I mean not now, but maybe again later?"

"Sure," I said nervously.

"It's Ok, Michael, I won't tell anyone about this ever, ever."

"Ok, Josh, if you promise, Ok, then I promise too.  But if you ever tell
anyone, I could go to jail or be killed, for real, ok?"  He nodded his
head.

"Really?  Why?"

"Well, because the world doesn't like an adult doing that with a kid.  They
call it child abuse, and they really hurt people and put them in jail for
it," I said seriously.

"For doing THAT?" he exclaimed, "how stupid!  I will never tell, EVER."

And then he got a bright idea kind of a look.  "Hey, can I see your sperm
come out?"

I rolled my eyes in my head.

"Hey," he said, "I promised."

"Yeah, but you would have to do the same thing that I just did to you, only
it might not take as long as you did."

"Why not?' he asked.

"Because" I said, "I've had a stiffie ever since you first dropped your
pants."

"That gave you a stiffie?" he chuckled.

"Yup, darn right.  Then your dick being pumped like that made mine wish it
could have it too."

We both laughed.

"Ok," he said.

With that I undid my belt buckle and unzipped my shorts, pulling them down.
My boner tented my boxers, and he giggled, "You have a big one!"  As soon
as my throbbing member was out of its tent, Josh put some lotion on his
hands and grabbed me with both hands.  I laid back, and knew that it
wouldn't be long, not long at all.

"Josh, go over to that drawer real quick and get me one of the small hand
towels, ok?"

He did, and I put it on my stomach.  "What is that for?" he asked.

"Well," I said, "I don't wanna shoot all my sperm all over my shirt."

He laughed his cute laugh, and said ok, never missing a stroke.  He even
varied his tempo, his grip, speed, and pretty soon I knew it was a matter
of seconds.

I said, "Josh, keep pumping me and don't stop, please, even when you see
the sperm coming out, ok?"

He nodded.

"Oh, man, Josh, you are REALLY good at this.  I will show you some stuff
later that will make your dick feel 10 times this good!"

"And your dick, too?" he asked laffing.

"Yup, mine too.  Oooohhhh man, Josh, here it comes!" and with that I
ejaculated volley after volley of sperm.  Jacking off never felt so good,
ever.

I had laid there for a couple seconds, and Josh said, "well, it looks like
pretty weird stuff, but it looked like you really liked it when it came
out."  I could only give Josh an uh-huh.

"Promise we can do this again, promise Michael?"

"I promise."

"Cool!"

"And Josh....."

"I know.  I won't tell anyone."

"Good boy.  They just wouldn't understand."

"That's Ok, Michael, I understand, and you understand," and with that he
rolled over, still somewhat stiff, and rolled up onto me, pressing his
boyhood into my stomach, and gave me a killer hug, the kind you wish for
only in dreams.

"Can we wash your truck now?"  he asked gleefully, and as he got up we
pulled up our boxers and shorts, "I love helping you."

"Well, Josh, I love helping you too!" and I winked at him.  He laughed and
jumped up, wrapping his legs around my torso and laying his head on my
shoulder.  "Damn, Josh, I love you."

He nodded his head, "You too" he replied, and he jumped down and dashed out
the front door to grab the hose first.................

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THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA

Part Two

It was Saturday morning, and I was trying to sleep in (which of course
means something will happen so that you can't!) and I heard the knocking at
the door.  Being a light sleeper, I heard the banging after about bang #2,
and was already rising and walking when I heard Josh's voice.  "Michael,
are you up?"

I simply opened the door and and let my disheaveled appearance be the
answer.

"Did I get you up?" Josh asked, smiling.

"Aw, not really," I lied, "I was laying there awake wondering what to do
with my day anyway.  So what's up?"

"My dad wanted to borrow some butter.  We're having pancakes and eggs, and
he cooking.  But he didn't have any butter."

"Sure, no problem.  Come on to the kitchen."

Josh follow me closely, and when I bent over to reach the butter on the
second shelf of the 'frig, he didn't move, placing his groin area right in
contact with my behind.  I knew it would get him laffing, so I said, "Not
now, Josh, I just woke up."  He said, "What?  Huh?  Oh!"  and laffing he
swatted me hard on the butt.  I laffed and turned and gave him a stick of
butter.

"Hey, I was gonna go to the movies today.  You wanna go too?"

"Oh!  Yeah!  Whaddya gonna see?"

"I was thinking about seeing Jumanji, which is pretty funny."

"Oh yeah!  OK!  I'll ask my dad if I can go!"  and off he went thru the
house like a bullet and out the front door , making more noise than when he
came in.

I was just finished with my shower when my front door received it's second
assault of the morning, again from my little buddy Josh.  "Micahel!  My dad
says I can go!  When are we going?"  I said that I didn't know, I hadn't
looked at the newspaper yet, and asked him to pull the paper apart and find
the movies section.  I left him to the task and went to blow dry my hair.

"Ok, I found it.  It's playing at the place down the street at 11:05.  Let
me see what time it is.....  (pause) It's 9:15.  How long do we have?"
"About and hour and a half, which is perfect.  I gotta eat breakfast and
then go to the ATM before we go to the movies anyway."

"Ok" he said, "can I go with you to the ATM?"

He came to the bathroom and put his head onto my bare stomach and gave me a
hug.  I gave him one back, and said, "Josh, how did you get to be so cute?"
He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a big grin.  "Well," I said, "either
you were born that way or you've been practicing."

He put his hands way up on my shoulders and put his chin on my chest and
pressed his stomach and hips tightly against my front, "I practice" he
smiled.  "No, duh!  Do you?" I retorted mockingly, and smiled.

"Well, can I?" he asked.  My mind raced!  Uhhhh...... He rubbed his body
from side to side against mine, making obvious friction occur in key
places.  "...go to the ATM with you."

"Sure as long as your dad says it is Ok."  Whoosh! out the front door he
went, and he probably whooshed thru his front door before mine even shut.
I decided that breakfast would be some toast with butter and peanut butter,
and coffee, and a multi-vit, and thru the toast in for processing.  It
hadn't even come up when Josh came thru the front door and appeared in the
kitchen doorway.

"It's ok!"

I ate and Josh chattered about his soccer team and how this and that
happened, and I marveled at the beauty of this boy.  He was 100% boy,
blonde as they come, and cuter than most.  And here he was telling me how
his life was going.  Man, this is SO cool!  I puttered around the house
listening to Josh talk about school, his friends, his toils at home, and
even how he slept.  It was pure bliss!  The trip to the ATM was uneventful
and fairly quiet, and we went to the theater right after that.

On entering the specific theater, we were the first ones there and so took
the best position about 1/4 of the way from the front, sorta off to the
left chairs.  Even when the show started there were only 3 or 4 other
individuals or groups attending.  I guess they didn't have anyone to bang
on their doors in the morning...

The show was of course great and we laffed at all the same places.  At one
point Josh leaned over to his right and put his arm under and around mine
kinda like a pillow, and put his head against my arm.  SO cute!  I
positioned my arm for comfort, which meant it either went out straight or
rest my hand on Josh's thigh.  I chose the latter.  I patted him on the
thigh lightly and he hugged me tighter.  He took his left hand and put it
on top of mine, and then moved my hand upwards, until it rested on top of
his boyish package.  He immediately got a stiffie, as did I.  He let his
pillow arm down and he sat up a bit straighter so his reach was correct,
and put his right hand directly on my groin, groping and massaging and
kneading my penis.  I did the same for him, and he moaned very slightly
several times.  I slid my hand upwards to his tummy, and then back
downwards underneath his shorts and boxers.  His erection felt amazing, and
I slowly jacked him off using no outward visible motions so that we didn't
get busted in the show.  He pulled his penis out the bottom of his shorts
and I kept at it, and much to my amazement he leaked a little bit of
pre-cum!  Oh! this was gonna be a great summer.

"Don't stop" he whispered, and nearly immediately his body shook and his
penis stiffened and pulsed repeatedly.  A very very slight amount of
wetness appeared in the slit of his penis, glistening in the movie light.
He smiled at me and leaned his head over, "It felt like some stuff came
out.  It felt really good."

"Josh, I promise that I can make it feel 5x's that good, easily..."

"How?"

"I'll show you when we get back to my house.  Ugh... Josh, I am gonna
squirt if you keep pumping me here.  It'll be really messy."

"I wanna see you do it."

"I promise I will show you back at the house, Ok?  I promise."

"Ok," he said, "but that's two promises you gotta keep," and with that we
both watched the rest of the movie.

When we got back to the house, I gave Josh a piggyback ride into the house,
and he rested his head against my back.  "I gotta go to the bathroom.  I
drank too much soda."  I told him no problem, and went to the bedroom to
prepare a few things while he went to the bathroom.  (You know.... pulling
out a cum cloth, some lotion, make sure the house was locked up....)

Josh came out and walked down the hallway to my bedroom.  He had buttoned
his shorts, but hadn't cinched up his belt.  "So, what are we gonna do?"

"Well, Josh, you don't have to do anything at all you don't want to, Ok?  I
like you a lot and just wanna make you feel really really really good."

"Ok!" he giggled, "I want to, too!  What are we gonna do?"

"Well, for starters I am gonna keep my two promises....."+

"Which two?" he asked.

"Number one, to make your penis feel at least 5 x's as good as in the show,
and two, you wanted to see my stuff come out."

"Cool!" and he nodded his head.

He laid back on the bed and unbuttoned his shorts, and slid them off along
with his boxers.  He was already starting to harden up a bit just at the
idea of getting stimulated.  Within seconds he was fully erect and hard as
a rock.  I put my hands around to the small of his back, and placed my head
just above his knees.  He spread his legs a little, and I kissed up one
inner thigh all the way to his balls.  I then kissed all the way up the
other thigh.  The next time I did it, I nuzzled his sack with my nose, and
licked it lightly, and then proceeded to lick up one inner thigh all the
way to his nuts, and then lick the underside of his sack and right on up to
the tip of his penis.  I did the same using the other thigh as a runway.  I
did this a few times on each side, and by the time I got to the last time,
he was bucking as I licked the underside of his boyhood.  The last trip up,
I just went up the underside of his stiff dick and then engulfed it in my
mouth.

He moaned loudly, and said, "Oh Michael, you were right!  This feels really
really good!"

"Josh, we aren't even to the good part yet," and I smiled at him and he
smiled back.

I began altering my tempo, slow and shallow, fast and deep, massaging his
balls along the way.  I could tell he was getting pretty close.  I sucked
his dick, held his nuts with my left hand, and massaged his anus with my
right hand.  He began moaning continuously, and then several uuhh!'s in
row, and I knew he was cumming NOW.  I increased my blow job tempo and
concentrated on the head of his dick, and he doubled up and grabbed my
head, "Oh Michael!  Oh Michael!"  He grunted and then dry ejactulated,
orgasming long and hard.

"Aw man!  Aw man!  that was awesome!  Aw man!  It still tingles."

"Cool, Josh, I am glad you enjoyed it.  I like making you feel good."

"Yeah, I like it too!" he laffed.

He paused for a couple short minutes, obviously thinking, and then turned
his head over to me.  "Michael, do I have to take your stuff in my mouth,
too.  I wanna to try it too, but I don't wanna have that stuff in my
mouth."

"Hmmmmmm, Ok, Josh, how about this: you do what I did, and then when I get
close I will let you know and you can just pump me into a cloth.  Would
that be Ok?"

He shook his head yes, and I asked again to make sure it was ok.  He again
nodded his head yes.  I pulled my erect dick out and slid off my pants,
too.  "Wow, you have a big one!"  he giggled.  He grabbed it with both
hands, and pumped it up and down, then he licked up the sides and underside
of my engorged member.  Oh, this wasn't gonna take any time at all!

"Yeah, Josh, you are doing good."  He winked at me, and if it were
possible, it seemed like he did an even better job.  He massaged my balls,
jacked me off while sucking, and went as deep as he could on the blowjob.
I got close, and warned him that I was cumming pretty soon, and would let
him know.

He nodded.

He reached around and put his index finger on my butthole, and that did it.
I said, "NOW Josh, NOW," and he grabbed the cloth and put in around my
dick, and masturbated me, up and down, up and down, eliciting a few moans
from me and lots of sperm, too.

"Josh, truth now.  Have you been practicing that?  I am serious, that was
excellent.  It is like you already knew what to do."

"I don't know," Josh said, "I just remember what you did and what felt
good, and I did that to you.  So I did Ok?"

"OK?  OK?!  Josh that was g-r-e-a-t.  One of the best of my life.
Seriously."

"Really?  I did it that good?"

"Yup."

He giggled, and bounced up to put his clothes on.  I laid there and admired
the the fact that there could be the ingenuity and coolness that we called
young boys.

"Thank you, Josh."

He just smiled at me and winked, then moved over and put his head on my
shoulder.

"You're welcome," he said dreamily.  "Thank YOU too!  I think it will still
be tingling until......"  He paused.

"Until the next time we do it?" I asked.

"Yeah!  Until the next time!  Cool!"  and with that he was out the door,
heading toward home.

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THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA

Part Three

"Michael, can I ask you a question?"  Josh eyed me carefully, sorta like he
was gauging how I responded to his request, and what mood I was in at the
time.

"Josh, you can ask me any question about anything at anytime.  It is ok.  I
will always answer your question as honestly as I can.  So, what's your
question?"

"Well," he pondered, "I know some of the stuff that we do is like what gays
do.  Does that mean that I am gay?"

"Hmmmm.  That's a very good question you are asking, Josh.  I can tell you
my opinion, how's that?"

"Ok, yeah, that will be ok, I guess," he said.

"OK.  Well, just because you did what you did does not make you gay.  Many
boys do those things and then maybe, sometimes as they grow up they decide
that they want to do other stuff, like with girls.  They aren't mad that
they did the stuff earlier, it is just that they want to try the girl stuff
too, and so maybe they do.  Some like it more, some like the boy stuff
more.  Each person has to decide for themselves what they like and don't
like.  In the meantime, you do not have to do anything you don't want to
do, Josh.  For me, I just like making you feel that good, and I like it
when you make me feel that good, too."

"I like it too, Michael!" he exclaimed.  "Sometimes at night when I go to
bed I think about what we did and I get a stiffie, and I play with it and
pump it and try to get it to squirt its stuff again.  But so far only what
you did has made it come out..."  He smiled and then sorta chuckled out
loud.

"What's so funny?" I asked with a smile.

"Um, well, it felt SO good that every time I think about it I get a stiffie
all over again.  Here, feel!" and he thrust his swollen groin bulge toward
me.  I dutifully placed my hand over his penis and balls, and sure enough
he had a raging hard-on.  I'll bet you have one, too!" he blurted.

"I might not have a few moments ago, but when I felt your weenie, it gave
me a stiffie for sure."  Josh obligingly placed his hand over my 6 1/2"
bulge.  He began to rub up and down and then started laffing.



"What?" I questioned.

"I dunno," he said, "it is just that I like this a lot.  How come it feels
so good?"

I laffed too.  "I think it feels so good so that we keep doing it."

We both cracked completely up.

"But Josh" I said on a more serious note, "we can't just get together and
rub each others dicks ALL the time, or else we will need bandages!"

Again, we both cracked up at the mental image of both of us with our
schlongs wrapped up in gauze and band-aids.

"I mean, Josh, you are cute, funny, fun to be with, fun to take to movies,
fun to wash my truck with, I mean a LOT of things about your are cool, not
only the idea that you will do that special stuff with me.  I mean, of
COURSE it feels good and you do it REALLY good, but liking you is a lot
more than just liking you because you like your dick being sucked and I
like sucking it."

"What?!" Josh pitched.  "You mean you LIKE sucking my weenie?  What if it
squirts its stuff out?"

"ESPECIALLY when it squirts, Josh, especially," I responded, "but that
doesn't mean that every time I see you we need to take our clothes off or
you undress so I can get a hard-on.  You know?  I think you are totally
cool, and THAT'S why I like you.  The extra special stuff we do just makes
it all the more better."

"Yeah?  Really?  You like me anyway?  Cool!" and he nodded his head up and
down in approval, smiling all the while.

"Yeah, really."

"Cool."

And then just as suddenly as we had broached this subject, Josh changed
channels and we were off into a different direction.

"Hey, Michael, have you ever been to the zoo?"

"Yeah, haven't you?  It is pretty neat.  I like the monkeys, tigers, and
seals the best."

"No, I have never been there.  Can we go?  Can we?  I would love to see all
those animals."

"Well, it would have to be OK with your dad, but if you wanna ask him we
can go maybe on next Saturday.  How does that sound?"

"It sounds great.  I'll go ask him right now!"

"Well, you guys just ate dinner and it's been a long day, maybe you can ask
your dad tomorrow when he's not tired."

"Why?"

"Well, sorta like just giving him a break, you know?  I know you wanna ask
him and all, and I definitely want to you to be able to go.  But he just
worked all day and made dinner, and probably he would like to not have to
think about anything like planning stuff."

"Hmmm.  Ok.  So then I should maybe ask him tomorrow?  Like....before
dinner?"

"Yeah, that might be good," I said.

"Ok, I'll ask him tomorrow.  And give him a break."  He smiled, like he had
accomplished something.  And, in a way, I guess he had.  It was SO cool to
watch this young guy learn, about anything.  I absolutely loved it.

It was about 7pm and just getting dark, and we laid back on the couch
watching one of the evening's serial comedies.  Josh had his head on my arm
and his far arm crossed over my stomach, in sort of a loose hug.  The next
thing I knew, he was out.

I leaned over and kissed the top of his head.  So darned cute, it was
almost like a dream.  I clicked the TV changer to "off" and unrolled myself
from my cute buddy.  I went over and opened the front door and left the
screen ajar, and came back over to the couch and scooped up Josh.

He was so angelic!  I kissed his forehead and softly said, "Josh, I really
love you."

Barely audible, but as certainly as life itself, Josh said in a dreamy,
sleepy voice, "I love you too, Michael," and he smiled SO beautifully.

I picked him up and carried him out the front door over to his house,
tapping lightly on their front door.  His younger brother came to the door
and let me in.  "Chris, who is it?" his dad called out from the back of the
house.

"Michael, bringing Josh home."

I went to the boys' room and laid Josh on his bed, said "hi" to one and all
and was on my way back to my house.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.  It was unbelievable, almost, that
these things were happening with Josh.  On the cuteness note alone it was
magnificent, on the friendship note it was very rewarding being able to be
a good buddy to this nice kid, and on the education note it was
unparalleled being able to pass on little "pearls of wisdom" that Josh
might be able to use in his life.  I knew from experience that
relationships based solely on sex were short-lived, and could end harshly
or with ill-feelings, and this was not something I wanted for Josh or
myself.  And so, it was my goal to really be a bud for this guy, tell him
ideas, show him places, and get him to see the world with the benefit of
perhaps a little bit of adult insight.

Saturday morning found me up early, knowing that Josh would be bounding
over waking me up if I had attemtped to sleep in.  I was up making bacon
and eggs and toast, with coffee for me and OJ for Josh.  It really wasn't
all that early, but I knew my little buddy pretty well, and the suspense of
seeing the animals of the world would have him out of bed about sunrise.

The bacon was cooking, the eggs were on, and the toast was toasting away
when a familiar rap appeared at my front door.

I answered it, and there was Josh looking like he'd spent half an hour in
the bathroom making himself look his best

"Hi Josh, come on it.  Hey!  you look pretty good there, are ya going to
the zoo or something?" I teased.

"Nah, just came over for breakfast, I could smell the bacon from next
door," he teased back, with a poker face that would've won a tournament.

Over breakfast he was uncharacteristically untalkative, so I asked him what
was up.  In true form for kids his age, he claimed to not know what I was
talking about.  I made light of the scene, stating that since he wasn't
gonna say much I was gonna have to make up some goofy stuff to say, and
began talking about nonsensical stuff - trains, europe, bugs, gas prices,
etc - when finally he looked up from his eggs and said, "Michael, how come
people don't like kids hanging around with adults?"

"Well, Ok, how a more exact idea of the people you are talking about.  Did
someone say you shouldn't hang around with an adult, or adults?"

He nodded.

"Was the person you shouldn't hang around.... me?"

On this one he paused, shrugged, and then sorta nodded.

"Was your dad talking to you about that?"

"Yeah, he said you're Ok and everything, but that I can't always be over
here hanging around, and going places with you."

"Oh, I see," I said, and it was obvious he was waiting for me to say
more....

"Well, Josh, dads are supposed to be protective.  It is mostly a good
thing.  You know why?"

"No, why...?"

"Well, because there are a lot of people out there who are just looking for
people or kids so they can take advantage of them."

"Whaddya mean?" Josh asked.

"Well, sometimes kids are pretty friendly.  And sometimes there are people
or adults looking for someone to take advantage of.  Like maybe taking
their money, make them do sex things they don't wanna do, hold them and
make the parents pay money to get their son or daughter back.  Hundreds of
things.  None of them very good."

"Yeah, I know about that.  But this is you, and I know you wouldn't hurt us
or me in any way."

"100% correct, Josh.  But, still, parents are pretty much extra eyes and
ears for their kids to help protect them from the badder people in the
world.  So that the kid doesn't fall into some kind of a trap and have
trouble getting back out."

Josh thought about this for several moments before he spoke.

"Well, Michael, I trust you.  You are my friend," and with that he got up
from his breakfast and gave me a huge hug and didn't let go for awhile.

I kissed the top of his beautiful blonde head and said, "Josh, you are my
friend, too.  And I am really really glad of it!"

"Cool!"  he exclaimed, pulling away and almost unnoticably wiping away some
wetness from his eyes, "when are we going to the zoo?"  "Oh, I don't know,"
I said.  It is 8:30a now and the gates open at 10am, and we should be there
by about 9:30/9:45a in order to get in early.  That means we'd have to
leave pretty close to right away."

I am not sure if Josh put the dishes into the sink for later washing, or
into the dish washer, but it took him less than a minute to help me clear
the table.

The zoo is one of my favorite places, and I took Josh on the grand tour.
It was a moderately warm day, sunny, and only a hint of a breeze.  We saw
the huge snakes, went by the petting zoo (Josh's favorite!), watched the
monkeys and gorillas, the polar bears, and just about every animal
imaginable.  Josh was off about 20 yards ahead at all times, and had an
arsenal of questions about each animal.  I felt like Mr. Wizard for
Animals.

Josh and I sat down to have a cold drink and he brushed his hair out of his
eyes and wiped some sweat off his forehead.

"Hey, you want a shoulder ride or a piggyback ride?"  I asked.

"Sure!"  he exclaimed.

"Ok, which?"

"Um, a shoulder ride for now, and then a piggyback ride after that," and
with that up he went atop my shoulders.

"Hey, we haven't seen the rhino's and elephant's yet, let's go see them"
Josh directed.

"Sounds good to me" I replied, and off we went in hopefully the right
direction.

We went more of less straight for probably 5 or six minutes, and Josh
rested his torso on my head, leaning down at one point to hug my head and
say thank you.

"Well, let's see here, it is either a right turn or a left turn," I said,
looking back and forth a couple of times.

"Uh, hold on, let me look at the map," Josh said, pulling out the zoo map
from his back pants pocket.

"What's that over on the right?" he asked.

"Safari Lane" I said.

"Ok, what's that on the left?" he continued.

"Wilderness Road" I replied.

"Look to the right and then the left, and tell me which way you think we
should go" Josh said, giggling.

I did so, and then got why he was busting up.  I felt a familiar "bulge"
pressing at the back of my neck, presumably originating from said boy's
shorts.

"Hmmmm.  Wonder what happens if I look up and down about 15 times, too?" I
said, and I held his legs as I did some rapid up and down motions with my
head.

By now he was laughing big time, trying to squirm away, but not trying too
awfully hard.

"Ok, Ok, enough of that" I said.

"Man that was close!" Josh said.

"WHAT was close?" I queried.

"I almost did it in my shorts!" Josh said as he bent over to tell me not
quietly enough.

"Well, maybe we can handle that later, but right now we gotta go find the
rhino's.  SO, was that left or right?"

The zoo was tons of fun, and as usually happens at almost any amusement
park, you can never see all the sights in one day.  We had to bail out
before we spent two days straight there.

We arrived back to my house about 2:45p, and (as luck would have it) Josh's
dad was not home.  Josh came in and popped another soda, and I grabbed an
ice tea.

Josh walked over to the front door and locked it, and walked over and sat
back down beside me on the couch.  Geeze!  what a hint!

"Well, do you want me to give you a shoulder ride here and see what
happens, or do you think I should get us another soda?"

Josh lightly patted his groin, as if to say "right here", while looking
straight ahead at the TV and taking a sip of soda.

I knelt in front of him as he pretended to be engrossed in the TV program,
and leaned forward and kissed his erect penis through his shorts.  A long,
wet, up and down kiss.  He almost involuntarily bucked his hips forward,
pressing his hard member against my chin and lips.

I decided to just stimulate him through his clothes to see what he did.  He
continued to buck and press his throbbing boyhood against me, gasping
lightly every once in a while, until he could stand it no more and he
lifted his hips off the couch and pushed his shorts and boxers down,
letting his beautiful young dick flip back up to attention.  I nuzzled and
kissed his balls and inside thighs, letting my nose brush against his
penis.  I licked up under his balls, over the top of his balls, and
straight up the underside of his dick, culminating in my mouth engulfing
him completely at the last second.  He made a huge groan, and put his hands
behind my head.

He began to thrust his hips lightly so that he was making me take all of
him every stroke.  He was well over half way there.  I moved him to a prone
position, and I followed his body and fondled him well and expertly.

I pushed down my shorts and boxers, revealing my swollen and ready member.
I moved around and straddled him in a "69" position, continuing to move him
closer and closer to orgasm.  Within a few strokes, I felt a warm wetness
on my sack, too, as he kissed my balls.  He lightly grabbed my penis with
his hand, and while jacking me off, put the head of my dick in his mouth,
licking it like a lollipop., then around like an ice cream.

"Josh, it feels real real good.  You wanna grab that cloth there on the
table?"  He did, and positioned it for what was about to cum.

We both went full out, trying to outdo each other in making the other one
feel the most intense sensations.  Josh was doing fantastic, but I could
also tell he was getting pretty close.  Well, so was I!

As I came closer and closer, I intensified my assault on Josh's young
penis.  I can only assume Josh was doing the same, because the harder his
dick got, the more intense the blow job became.

I moaned, Josh moaned.  I felt myself coming, and Josh's dick stiffened to
the max, and we both squeezed and squirted our cum at the same time.
Josh's first wet orgasm, he came!  Josh kept me in his mouth until the last
second, and I wouldn't swear that he hadn't caught some of the load.  I
took all Josh could give, sucking every last sweet drop out.  I hand-milked
his dick a little, pushing up a couple droplets of cum, and sucked them off
his dick.  To my surprise, Josh did the same thing, and kissed my dick on
the tip, obviously tasting the cum!

I looked at the clock and Good grief!  It had only been 20 minutes since we
had gotten home!  It seemed like hours had gone by.  I rolled over onto my
side next to Josh, and he looked at me and didn't say a word, but just
threw an arm over me and pressed close in.  "Good job, little buddy.  You
did great," I cheered quietly.  "Me?  What about you?  You made my stuff
come out.  Man! that felt way way good, way more than I thought it would."

"Yeah?  Well, good for you, Josh.  Cool.  That's what it's all about, at
least in part.  I would do that for you anytime, anywhere.  I love making
you feel good, buddy."

He smiled, and we put our clothes back on and watched TV.  Josh opened the
curtains, and within 10 minutes his dad drove up and parked next door, both
of us waving as he came across the lawn to my front door.

"You guys home already?  I expected you to be gone the whole day?"

"Got home maybe about 30 or so minutes ago, haven't been home too long.
Thought we'd have a nice drink after a long day in the sun," I replied.

"Yeah!" Josh said, "I saw the biggest snake today.  I think it was a
spitting cobra!  It was way cool!  Thanks for letting me go, dad."

"Yeah, no problem.  Ok, let's get home and get dinner rolling.  Thanks,
Michael," he said.

"Sure, it was fun.  We had a great time.  Thanks," I responded.

Josh gave me a high five as his dad was going out my front door, and winked
at me, whispering "Spitting cobras are SO cool, right Michael?" and with
that he smiled bigger than ever, and was off out the door.  "Yeah," I
thought, "and some are better than others."

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You can email me at jediplight@aol.com for any comments.


THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA

Part Four

A couple years or so had gone by, with Josh and I occasionally enjoying
each others close intimate company.  Some times more often than others, but
always it was like the best of times, Josh trying to make me feel the best,
and me trying to make him feel the best.  Sometimes he wouldn't be over for
several days or even a week, and then other times he was over 2-3 times in
a week.  Not every time was a "close encounter".  These were neither
avoided or made mandatory.  They just sorta happened.

Josh was out mowing his dad's lawn one Saturday morning, and I was out
raking a few leaves up, tidying up the place.  Josh waved and smiled when
he noticed I was out working in my yard too, coming over to give me a high
five while he left his mower running.

"You're mowing pretty good for a 13-yr old" I observed, teasing.

"Hey, you know I'll be 14 in a week!"  he retorted, "so, are ya gonna buy
me a car or something?" he mocked.

"Are ya gonna have a birthday party or anything?" I asked.

"Nah, I invited a couple school friends to stay over on Friday night, but
it was too short of notice on account of we didn't know if my dad had to
work on Saturday morning or not until too late."

"Well, shucks, that's too bad.  Well, let me know if you have a cake so I
can come over and watch you try to blow out the candles." I teased again.

He punched me in the shoulder and went back to mowing, and I went back to
raking up wonderful leaves.

About an hour and a half later, I was inside drinking some ice water while
flipping thru the channels when Josh arrived at my door and said "Knock
knock!"

"Hi Josh, come on in," I said.

He trudged in and flopped on the couch next to me and laid down, putting
his head on my leg.

"Tired?" I asked.

"No, just pooped.  That was hard work.  I had to do the back yard, too.
And my chores, and help with the dishes.  And make my bed.  Geeze, it was
like having a job or something," he complained.

"Heaven forbid, a real job," I chided.

He laughed and I laughed back, but he sat up and got serious for a moment.
"Really, Michael, if someone just kept giving you orders one after the
other for a couple hours and kept you dog tired busy, you'd probably be
pooped and cranky, too!"

"Maybe," I posed, "but sometimes an adult can see that things need to be
done and just does them, because he knows they have to be done.

Josh rolled his eyes in his head, not liking the "lesson" at all.

"Well, take a look at this: if your had a car, and could see that the gas
was getting low, you know that no one is gonna swoop in and save you and
buy a tank of gas, right?"

"Right..."

"So, you would just know that when it got down to a certain point, you
would have to put gas in yourself," I said, "Make sense?"

"Yeah...." he replied perhaps a little less perturbed.

"And if you had your own house and there was no one to do the wash, and you
had run out of underwear, you know that if you didn't gather up those
crusty ole shorts and wash them, they wouldn't get washed, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, part of growing up and being treated more like an adult and less
like a kid is your being more alert to that kind of stuff, seeing what
needs to be done and just doing it without being asked."

He started to say something like, "Oh goodie" or whatever, so I
continued....

".....and then, you would get a lot less orders, with people telling you
what to do a lot less...." I concluded.

He paused, and looked at me.

"Ok, Ok," I said raising my hands and arms, "lecture over."

"Yeah," Josh said, "but it's just hard because it means more work, that's
all.  And a lot of the time I just wanna play."

"Believe me," I agreed, "I t-o-t-a-l-l-y understand," and gave him a
one-armed shoulder hug.

"Hey, my dad's sleeping on the couch.  Can we take a shower together
again?" Josh asked.

I felt my groin tingle at the very idea of such.

"Are we gonna take j-u-s-t a shower," I asked.

"Um, I don't know.  Depends on what comes up," he joked.

(((Sigh))) "Well, gee, Josh, I don't know......."

He again punched me in the shoulder, "Come on, let's go quick," and off we
went.....

Josh had grown several inches in height upon hitting 13, and had started to
fill in across this last summer.  He was letting his normally short blonde
hair grow out a bit on the top part of the step cut he had.  It didn't
matter WHAT he did with his hair, it was always killer.  He also had begun
to fill in nicely, getting more muscle definition and size, along with a
nice set of developing abs.  Totally sexy.  He had a nice small patch of
extremely blonde hair above his penis, and a fair amount of blonde hairs
under his arms.  And then there was the boy's package...... Yum!  He had
grown about another inch and a half, putting him in the 4 1/2" range, and
from the looks of it he would grow nicely from there.  He was already a lot
thicker.  His balls had grown in size, although for now they were still
pretty much hairless.  In short, he was more dynamite-looking than before.

He shed his clothes and was the first one in the shower, steaming it up
nice and getting the place warmed up in a hurry.  I stepped in at about
half mast, and Josh almost instantly had the same response.  He pressed his
body frontally directly into mine, hugging me around the middle, while I
gave him a nice around the shoulders hug, kissing once again the top of his
head.  Within seconds we both had raging hard-ons, but didn't wanna let go
of each other.

He sorta pumped his dick a little against me, and I just stood there and
enjoyed it.  He turned around to adjust the water to a little hotter, and
instead of turning back around, he just backed into me, pressing his butt
crack against my erect penis.  When he came in contact with it, he rubbed
his butt up and down.

OH!  I nearly fainted, and my dick nearly fell off!  It was heaven.

"Why don't we ever do this?" Josh asked, making it plain what action he was
talking about.

"Well, it is a big deal, Josh.  For one, I am a little bigger than you are,
and your butt hole is probably a bit smaller than mine, so it would take a
bit of stretching for me to enter you," I tried to explain.

"Well, can we do it the other way?" he asked.

"What other way?" I questioned.

"Well, instead of you putting it in me, I could....maybe....put mine
in....you..." he said hesitantly.

"Are you sure you wanna try?"  I asked.

He nodded his head, and was out of the shower in a heartbeat, returning
almost before he left.

He had my K-Y Jelly, and was opening the tube.

"Hmmmm.  I have an idea for you, Josh.  First of all, I accept, and second
of all, let's finish our shower quickly and then go to the bedroom and I
can show you everthing every step of the way.  Whaddya say?"

"Ok, but no cumming between now and then, ok?" he made me promise.

"OK," I laughed, "no problem."

I lathered up his back, and scrubbed his chest and stomach by reaching
around, all the while my manhood seemed to want to find its resting place
on his butt cheeks.  I turned around he quickly soaped me up, and we rinsed
off.  We washed our hair, hit a couple other nooks and crannies, and were
out of the show in record time!  I do believe the water from our bodies
leaped to the towels in an effort to help up make it to the bedroom
quicker.

Josh was SO hard it was unbelievbale, he was pushing 5"+ with all the
strain.  He wouldn't last too long at that rate, but then again he had the
stamina to go several times in a row.

I began explaining the two basic ways we could handle this action, and we
started with me lying flat on my stomach, and Josh applying some KY to my
waiting hole.  I told him to be sure to apply KY to the inside too, and he
gently pushed his index finger in.  ARGH!  I then instructed him to insert
a second and then third finger to help stretch the muscle there a bit, and
he did so pretty well.

"Joshy, come around to my mouth and sit where I can suck you a bit to get
the juices flowing....." and he came around to where my head was and sat
down with his legs spread, flag pole straight up.

I began working him very very slowly, and he was gripping the covers on the
bed with his fists.

"Relax," I said, "try to just let the feelings go, and sorta flow around
and past you...."

He relaxed a little, and laid back for the preliminary blow job.  I could
tell he was about 1/3 of the way there, and I said, "Ok, come around and
get on me."

He crawled around to my backside, and I spread my legs apart.  He guided
himself in with his right hand, supporting his body with his left.  He
entered me and I could feel him stiffen up even more.  "Easy," I cautioned,
"you aren't a small little boy any more."  He giggled, and slid his boyhood
in ever so slowly, which caused a variety of sounds to come out of his
mouth.....  He was still up on his hands in the front, so I told him to lay
directly on me, full contact.

"Oh my friggin'...!  This feels really really cool, Michael.  Ugh!"

I smiled and laughed a bit.

"Yup.  Hey, how does it feel when I do this?" and I gently tightened up my
rectum muscles, pulsing his dick.

"Oh!  Oh!  Whew!  It felt like you were milking me!  Aw geeze.........."

"Ok, slow way down and get control, we aren't done yet," and he slowed his
pump speed down.

"OK, pull out and we'll go to #2 position."

He groaned as he slid out, and I flipped around onto my back, and put a
pillow under my low back and butt.  Josh was standing upright on his knees,
so I scooted up close to him, and placed my legs on his shoulders.  He got
the idea immediately!

He slid in again and groaned big time, hitting my prostate, which got a
HUGE groan outta me!  He grabbed my thighs for leverage, and began to pump
again.  Each time he bumped my secret inner spot, my dick hardened and
pulsed.  I felt that I might even cum before he did!

"Michael, I am gonna cum hard!  Uh!  Oh geeze!  I almost can't stand it,
ooohhhhhh!  uh!-uh!-uh!-uh!-uh!" and he jammed his boycock in full length,
squirting his warm sperm deep inside me.  He pulsed and pumped a few more
times, jamming my inner spot hard about 3 times in a row, and that was all
it took.  I erupted forcefully onto my belly, contracting my anal muscle at
the same time, making Josh moan even more.  We both looked for a moment
like someone had plugged us into 440 volts and we were having muscle spasms
due to the current.

It took us a while to separate, and I got to get us a wet washrag and
brought it back and cleaned us both up.

"Michael?"  Josh asked with this funny smirk on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Can I do it again?"

"Right now?"

"Uh, yeah, if it's ok with you........"

Just the idea of it send tingles to my once deflating penis.  I looked over
at at Josh and he was full up already.

I was about to respond when Josh added "But one thing first."

"What's that, Joshy," I asked, ruffling his wonderful blonde head.

"That you do it in me, first.  Please?  Please, Michael?  I wanna try it,
too?  Please?"

"Josh..."

"Michael, I know it will hurt a little bit when you first go in, but I just
know it will feel awesome once you get in and stuff."

"Um...."

"Please, Michael, please?"

A pillar of stone I was not.  "Ok, Josh, if you are sure."

"Oh Boy!" and he flipped over onto his back and placed a pillow under his
low back and butt just like I had, and raised his legs for me to grab.

I bent over and licked his balls lightly, causing him to arch up into the
air.  I applied KY to his virgin hole, and gently slid inside with my
middle finger, lubing the area well.  Then two fingers, and then three.  He
made no face at any of it, other than smiling the whole time.

"I'm ready, Michael.  Go ahead."

I inched up closed and pressed hard-on against his hole.  I could feel him
try to relax the muscle, and took advantage of the moment and slid in the
head.  He gasped slightly, but rapidly nodded his head, signaling he was
ok, and to continue.  I very slowly pumped in and out, only moving the head
inside.  He moved his upper body slightly, and without warning pushed
against me, sliding me all the way in.  He grimaced and was silent for a
second, and then relaxing a bit more, again nodded his head.

"Ok?" I asked.

"Yeah.  It stung a little, but it is pretty ok, now.  Go ahead, it feels
awesome!"

And with that I pumped slowly, making sure to hit his prostate also.

His eyes widened and a surprised looked covered his face.  "What is THAT!?"
he exclaimed.

"That is the inner secret spot where my penis is supposed to hit so that
you feel really good.  Whaddya think?" I teased.

"Geeze, Michael.  You're in trouble for not telling me about this SOONER,"
he teased back, "whatever you are hitting makes me wanna cum full on each
time you hit it."

I smiled, and Josh smiled back.

I increased speed and Josh got this almost hypnotized look on his face.
"Oh YEAH, Michael, just like that.  Don't stop!  Aw man!  This is weird!  I
am gonna cum without pumping myself or anything!"

"Close?"  I panted.

He nodded.

I went full speed, pushing in all the way each time, hitting his prostate
each stroke.  His body contracted up so that he was almost sitting up.  I
kissed the top of his head, and said, "For you, Joshy.  For you," and with
that I came like I had never ever come before, and at the same instant Josh
came, shooting sperm over his head onto the sheets.

It was a LONG time before either of us said anything at all.

"You know, Michael, we may need to do blow jobs instead sometimes."

We both laughed almost uncontrolably, and then sobered up a bit, and got up
and cleaned up.

I explained to Josh that I knew we wouldn't be doing sex stuff with each
other forever, and that someday he would meet a guy or girl he liked that
was his own age, perhaps, and that he needed to know some stuff.  I went
over condoms, and later showed him how to put one on.  I explained the
difference between lust and love, and what I perceived to be the benefits
and pitfalls of both.  I knew he was a smart kid, and would be able to
analyze the data at one time or another.  But he almost never forgot things
that were said.

Josh learned that some people you could say nearly anything to, and others
you couldn't say hardly anything to, and that also sometimes these
conditions changed.  We kept our communication open so that he could say
anything to me, ever, and frequently he would ask me to explain some
perplexing enigma he had encountered that day in his life.  I did my best,
and told him that the answer was my opinion, and that there was a great
deal of difference between fact and opinion, although the two could be the
same.  Josh liked this last one the best, as he did indeed love to be
right.

He was an amazing boy, at least to me, and I found that the more trust and
love I placed, it came back many-fold later.  He quickly understood the
idea of being treated like an adult began at least in part with trying to
act more mature, and depending less on the reactions he had built up as a
little kid.

As it turned out, Josh and I maintained a relationship for many years, with
him always being welcomed to come to my home and be with me. He confided in
me that he had tried some casual relationships with one girl and a couple
boys, but that he didn't find that they had the maturity he was used to.
At least that was how it finally translated when we talked about it.  He
concluded that was wasn't sure if he was gay, bi- or whatever, but that he
would know love when he found it, and didn't need to look only in one
direction to find it.  He hugged me when he told me that, one day, and said
that he was so glad we had met and been friends, that it had made his life
seem fuller and better somehow.

Me too, Joshy, me too.

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