Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2007 22:19:30 GMT
From: booya@gawab.com
Subject: Falling in Love

Falling in Love

Gay Man/Boy Love Exhibitionism

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Falling in Love


Well, my little story begins when I was 13 years old. Being on the swim
team at my middle school I liked to keep in shape. Of course, being only 13
and small for my age my shape wasn't too much to speak of, but I did the
best I could. We didn't have a pool at home for me to practice in so when
we finished after school practice, I went jogging at the local park. That's
where I met him.

I've known ever since I can remember that I was gay and I had always been
especially attracted to men. Not old men, but older men, young men in their
prime. Tony was 28 years old and though not overly muscular, he was well
built. He was 6 foot 1 and he towered over my 4 foot 9 inch slight boyish
frame. I particularly enjoyed that about him. I've always had this thing
for a man to be strong and to hold me and protect me.

Being next to him made me feel kind of funny inside, not in a bad way but
in a submissive way. Not like in a dominate slave kind of way but in a way
that I felt like he would cuddle me and protect me. I felt totally safe
when we were together. He didn't have a shirt on and his sweet smelling
sweat glistened off his golden tanned body in the late afternoon sun. I did
my utmost best not to drool. He had brownish hair which had been lightened
just a bit by being outside a lot.

I on the other hand had big dark brown eyes and long dark brown silky
straight hair. Not long like a girl would have her hair, but long like boys
did back in the 70's and like boys wear nowadays. I loved having my bangs
hang down over my eyes which I felt made me look kind of mysterious. When
my bangs bounced up and down over my eyes it made me feel like I was really
sexy. I know, that sounds goofy for a young kid but that's how it made me
feel.

My mom always said that I had this mysterious looking almost eerie smile
and when my hair hung over my eyes it made look that much more
mysterious. I always noticed strangers staring at me all the time almost to
the point of being hypnotic to them as they would always shake their head
back and forth like they were shaking the cobwebs from their minds, then
they'd try and look away without being noticed. I loved doing that to
people.

I saw him jogging in front of me about a hundred feet or so and I followed
him for a couple of hundred yards before I could finally catch up with
him. He heard my footsteps behind him and he glanced back momentarily in my
direction. It was like a bolt of thunder hit me because when I saw his eyes
I became totally transfixed on this man. He smiled back at me as I crept
closer and closer to him.

Now sometimes when I would see a hot guy jogging I may have been attracted
to them but for some reason they scared me and not only did I not want to
talk to them, I didn't even want to approach them. But this guy had me much
different feeling inside. The feeling I got instantly from him was utterly
incredible. It was like ... well ... it's kind of hard to describe but all
my thoughts were on him and nothing else. It was an odd feeling though as I
had not even spoken to him nor him to me. He didn't frighten me at all, in
fact ... I felt safe and protected when I was near him, as though I knew he
would NEVER hurt me. Even at my young age, I could feel a certain physical
attraction to this man almost immediately. It was clear that the two of us
were being drawn together and despite the difference in our age, there was
a strong sexual energy between us.

As I got beside him he looked down at me as we jogged along and he
nervously said hello to me. Now being just a kid I was extremely shy but he
made me feel so comfortable I smiled and looked up at him boyishly and said
hi to him. I don't know what it was about him but it was though I'd known
him forever. I felt so comfortable with him that I did something I'd never
done with a stranger in the park before. Hell, something I never did to
anyone because unfortunately I was painfully shy around strangers. But it
was different with this man because I ... I actually spoke to him;

"My name's Ricky ... some people call me Rick, but you can call me
Ricky. That's what I like the most. What's your name?"

"Tony, but you can call me Tony." He said in a joking way as he smiled back
at me.

We both laughed nervously as it seemed that he was as shy as I was.  His
voice was like music to my ears. I could have listened to him talk about
anything and that would have been exciting to me. It was so weird, I'd
never been in a trance over a guy's voice before but his was somehow
different to me. Oh, it was subtle. You or anyone else wouldn't have
noticed anything out of the ordinary about his voice or any other man on
the street, but to me ... oh ... I just can't gather the words to explain
it!

"That's funny, you jog here very often?"

"Yeah I do, but usually in the mornings because of my work. But I've
recently changed my schedule and now I try to come here every afternoon
about this same time."  He said. "What about you?"

"Oh, I try to come here every afternoon right after school but I was
running behind today because of practice." I said shyly. "I'm on the swim
team at school and I don't have a pool at home to practice swimming in so I
come here to jog to help build up my leg muscles." I explained happily.

"Well, I'll have to start jogging a little earlier in the afternoon I
guess." He said matter of factly.

"Why is that?"

"Well, I hate jogging alone and it would be more fun to have someone like
you to talk with while I exercise.  That is ... if you don't mind jogging
with an older guy."

My heart almost leapt through my body as I heard him suggest that we jog
together everyday. Did I hear him right? Did he actually want to jog with a
kid like me? ME? Maybe ... just maybe, he liked me ... you know ... like I
liked him. Just the thought of getting to see him everyday and be with him
thrilled me like you would NOT believe. Especially seeing him every single
day with his shirt off ... oh my gosh, that would be freaking awesome!!!
Would I mind? Was he crazy?

"Heck no mister, I wouldn't mind at all!" Trying not to sound to excited
about the prospect of just being with him everyday but I don't think I came
across that way. "I think that would be awesome. You mean ... you'd
actually want to jog everyday and talk to a little kid like me?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, most men don't like talking to kids in the park ... you know, cause
they're afraid someone would see them and think something weird was going
on."

"Well, you don't think I'm weird do you?" He asked nervously.

"Heck no mister, I don't think you're weird at all. Sides, I like talking
to older guys. I think it's cool to listen to their stories and stuff like
that. Besides, it gets boring just jogging by myself." I said beginning to
run out of breath. We passed a picnic table under a huge shade tree and
sensing my exhaustion; he stopped and sat down on the table.

"Hey buddy, I'm tuckered, let's rest a minute, okay with you?"

"Sure, if you can't handle it I guess that's okay?" I teased.

"Oh, you think you can out do me huh?" He teased back.

"Sure, I could beat an old man like you any day with my hands tied behind
my back." I taunted back.

"Well, we'll just have to see about that one day won't we." He grinned at
me as he mussed my hair.

"Sure, okay." I smiled back at him. I always loved when men ran their
fingers through my hair, it made me feel like a little kid and for some
reason I enjoy that, I guess because it makes me feel sexy and
desirable. Weird huh? But I don't care, I've always enjoyed feeling and
acting like a little kid. I was a boy, a cute boy and if it were up to me,
I would stay a cute sexy little boy from now on!

Now I was a shy kid most of the time but I didn't feel self-conscious about
my body around him at all. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wasn't ashamed of
my body in the least, in fact just the opposite as I liked showing off my
body. In fact I got in trouble sometimes for showing off TOO much of my
body but he was so much bigger and stronger than me that I felt dwarfed by
his frame. I watched as he rubbed his chest and for some reason I wanted to
be just like him so I took my shirt off and rubbed my chest too so I could
be like him. When I did, I noticed him looking over at me and he smiled at
my antics and then I guess he got nervous because he darted his eyes away
momentarily so that I wouldn't catch him looking but it was too late for
that. I'd already spotted him giving me that `look'.

The same look I got from guys at the mall all the time and other places
while I was out and about. The `look' consisted of men looking at me and
then quickly looking away so as not to get caught looking at a cute young
boy that way. I knew what they were thinking though. They were thinking
that if they had half the chance and they knew that no one would ever find
out that they would strip me naked and have sex with me for hours on end
and then run away. I LOVED getting the `look' from men and boys too for
that matter. Yeah, I know, but I always had a lot of boys that gave me the
`look' too even though they didn't even realize what they were doing. If
you were cute when you were young, you've had that `look' before I'm
sure. Some boys got scared when they got the `look' and rightfully so, but
not me ... It made me feel SO sexy `because I knew they were `looking' at
me because they thought I was hot and they wanted me. It's almost as though
they were undressing me with their eyes, and I didn't mind that AT ALL! It
ALWAYS got me hard knowing the guys were staring at me and imagining me
totally naked. Little did they know that I would gladly have let them see
me naked if they would have just asked me? Yeah, I always loved getting the
`look' even from the men that scared me. It just made me feel sexy and I
always gave them a little mysterious `look' back at them as though they
knew that I knew what they were thinking! You should see the `look' on
their face when I did that!

Tony, got embarrassed over giving me the `Look' as he looked down at the
ground sheepishly trying to ignore the fact that he'd just been caught
`looking' at me. It didn't weird me out at all, in fact I liked it! I liked
him looking at me a lot! Tony could give me the `look' as MUCH as he
wanted!

I purposely glanced the other way and stretched for about 10 seconds or so
in order that I could put myself on display for him and to make certain,
what I thought was happening ... was happening. When I stopped stretching,
I quickly glanced back at him and saw him looking at my exposed bare chest
and tummy again. I smiled to myself inside while my brain was going wildly
insane. I thought to myself ... `YES ... HE LIKES ME!!! ... YES! YES! YES!
FINALLY, A HOT GUY THAT LIKES ME!!!'

I did my best to hide my excitement and it was then that I noticed his
`excitement'. His tiny silk jogging shorts that I adored and that were slit
up the sides all the way to his waist were bulging in the front and he
quickly covered himself. I mean, he was bulging like 8 inches or so. He
looked like he had a coat rack mounted in front of him! He looked huge to
me! Of course, I am just a skinny gay 13 year old boy who doesn't even have
a single hair on my body below my neck. I always thought body hair sucked
and I know I'll never have any ... or my boyfriend! That was one thing
about Tony, not only was his chest and tummy completely devoid of hair, but
I didn't even see even a wisp of hair on his arms or legs! That was SO hot
to me! But his 8 inches of hot hard man cock that he was trying to `cover
up' were enormous to my 4 ½ inches. My eyes were transfixed to his manhood
and he noticed that I was not shocked but interested as I never once
diverted my eyes from between his legs.

"Uh, sorry about that Ricky" He said sheepishly. "Sometimes it has a mind
of its own and when it thinks about someone or sees something nice it just
gets hard like this." He said smiling at me while noticing that I didn't
look away and slowly he began removing his hands from his crotch in order
to now `show-off' his erection to me.

"Heck mister, that's okay, mine does that ALL the time." I boasted. "It's
just not as big as yours is." I explained happily much to his delight. He
didn't look nearly as uncomfortable about his predicament as he did 30
seconds ago. "Your dick looks REALLY BIG MISTER!" I said happily now that
we had quickly turned our conversation to dicks ... HARD DICKS! (I love
when that happens, don't you?) "How big is it?"

"Well, uh ... thanks."  He said nervously. "It's 8 ¼ inches when it's like
this." He said pointing to his satin covered cock and at the same time I
could see that he had a bit of a look of relief on his face that I was not
bothered by a grown man having an erection so near him. Just the opposite,
he now began to seem to enjoy not only discussing his enormous dick, but
directing my attention to it as well! Indeed, he seemed to get a bit bolder
just discussing it with me and so did I!

"You mean, when it sees something it likes it gets all hard like that?" I
said in my best innocent little boy voice.

"Well, yeah ... it does. It sort of has a mind of its own." He laughed
nervously.

"So, what does it see that it likes?" I asked pushing my luck a bit.

"Oh, well ... uh ... I mean ... uh ... sometimes ... it just gets hard all
by itself ... I ... uh ... mean ..."

"I hope I get a big dick just like yours when I'm your age." I said letting
him off the hook as I could see there was no way out of that one for
him. But I knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to say it got hard from
seeing a cute young boy like me half naked!

"I'm just so little now I don't think I'll ever get that big!" I said in
wonder as it began to throb. It had to have felt incredible rubbing against
the silky soft satin fabric. He sat there in front of me with his hard man
cock bouncing up and down in front of him not real sure whether he should
be covering up and embarrassed or what while we both sat there discussing
his big dick and my little boy dick! People jogged by on the side walk just
a few feet in front of us and I wondered what they were thinking. Were they
thinking this man was my dad or was this guy perving me right here in
public?

"I really like your shorts Tony. I wish I had a pair just like yours but I
don't have any jogging shorts at all. All I have are these stupid baggy
ones." I said sadly.

"Yeah, it sure doesn't do much to show off your body Ricky." He said
placing his hand on my shoulder. A shock of electricity seemed to shoot
through both of us as his strong hand touched my tiny round bare
shoulder. I felt so helpless at his touch but I would have laid there
letting him run his hands all over my petite body at the same time. I felt
wonderfully exposed helpless and safe all at the same time!

"Yep, but it covers my hard-on's though." I giggled pointing at his huge
erection.

"Well, I suppose they're good for that but hey, why not show off what the
man upstairs gave you, you know?"

"Hey, my dad says that all the time!"

"He does?"

"Yeah, sometimes he sits around the house completely naked and my mom gets
on to him but he just says, "Why not show off what the man upstairs gave
ya" I explained. "Mom just smiles back at him gawking at his big hard dick
while he sits there playing with it."

"And your dad seems like a smart man, you should show-off what you got!" He
smiled. "No need to cover it up I always say. What's the use of having a
nice one if you can't show it off?"

"Yeah well, that's different ... you got a lot to show off. I'm still just
a little kid. Nobody wants to see what I got." I said dejectedly.

"Well I beg to differ with you Ricky. You'd be surprised at who'd like to
see what you've got. From what I can see of your body, which isn't much
because you have those awful baggy shorts on, but what I can see looks
REALLY nice to me." He said eyeing my small teenage body. "I mean, for a
boy your age, you have a really nice body and you should be happy to show
it off, I mean ... as much as you can. Or as much as you can get away with
showing." He said beginning to get bolder and bolder about talking about
our bodies. I was really beginning to enjoy this conversation a lot!

"I really admire looking at boys your age as their bodies begin to
develop. Right as they're going through puberty and on the verge of
becoming a man. The transformation of a boy to a teenager to a man is
incredibly beautiful I think. Yeah, you'd be surprised who likes looking at
you and what you've got. Like, I bet the boys on your swim team are jealous
of your boy cock. I bet you're twice as big as they are. Heck, I could
close my eyes and just imagine you walking totally naked through the locker
room and all the other boys just staring at your big hard boy dick wishing
they had one like yours to play with every night!" He said bravely as he
got bolder and bolder with his talk about my body! I couldn't believe the
things he was saying to me but all it did was make me harder and harder
listening to him describing my tiny teenage body and what `the other kids'
would like to do to me. I knew he was talking about what HE would like to
do to me and I enjoyed every single second of the boldness of his
conversation. I'd stay here for the rest of the night listening to him talk
about what the `girls' would like to do to me naked!

"I bet the girls go gaga over you too. I bet their tongues would hit the
ground if they were lucky enough to get to see you naked and see your hard
boy dick! Heck, I bet they couldn't wait to suck you off! They'd probably
beg to get their tongues around your big hard sensitive teenage boy dick
and lick it all over. Heck, they should be so lucky to get your dick in
their mouths! I guess what I'm trying to say is ... is that you got a great
body kid." He stammered trying to go forward and backtrack at the same
time. "Like your dad says, don't be afraid to show it off. Don't ever be
afraid to show it ALL off! You're body is incredible and you look adorably
sexy!"

"It is ... I mean I do?" I asked hopefully. "You really mean I have a nice
body?"

"Oh yeah Ricky, I mean just look at you ... you have the most beautiful
soft sexy hair." Then it happened, he looked deep into my eyes as we stood
directly in front of each other. We were mere inches apart as I could feel
the heat from his body. His hard man dick still bulging lewdly inside his
short silky shorts and we were so incredibly close that his dick would
actually brush against my chest ... just for a split second or so and you
could see the incredible excitement in his eyes when his throbbing dick
brushed over me even though it was only for a second.

As if in a daze I looked up and was immediately lost in his eyes as I stood
there as he described the parts of my body he liked the most and I just
stood there like I'd been paralyzed as he talked about and touched me! He
ran his fingers through my silky straight hair and every strand fell back
in place. He smiled at me and said;

"You have one of those amazingly cute `pretty boy' baby faces, with dreamy
big dark doe eyes.  He said as he let his strong hand gently cup the side
of my face. We smiled at each other as my hair blew gently in the warm late
spring breeze. His hand lingered there for a second then with just one
finger; he slid it right down my chest and the center of my torso all the
way to my waist and said;

"You have such a wonderfully nice slender body with an awesome six pack for
such a young boy." He said as he let the palm of his big strong hand gently
caress my tummy. I quivered ever so slightly at his magical touch. "You
have such well defined abs and that wonderful sexy `V' that points down
towards the treasure that's just inside your shorts." He said letting his
hand drift lower towards my bulging throbbing crotch. "I can just imagine,
I mean I can really just imagine what the rest of your body must look like
and I like everything I can see ... ... so far." He said almost
seductively. His hand drifted even lower and he let the back of his fingers
slide ever so gently over my sensitive teenage dick. My hard boy cock
twitched uncontrollably at his soft touch. Then my body almost convulsed
and in the back of my mind I wondered if I'd actually cum in my pants just
from his slight contact with my pre-pubescent teenage body!

My entire body shivered at his touch and I never wanted it to end. He could
feel me anywhere anytime as far as I was concerned. It was like he was in
awe of my tiny boyish body! Did he really and truly like how I looked? No
one had ever commented on my body like that before besides my Dad. I wasn't
quite sure what to make of his comments and actions but it made me feel
incredibly loved like I'd never been loved before for some reason.

"Thanks Tony." I managed to mumble with my head hanging down. I was so
embarrassed that he was talking all hot and stuff about my body. But damn,
he was turning me on too! Could it be possible that he likes young boys?
Did he really think I walked around the locker room naked with a hard on
for all the boys and my coach to see? And what did he mean by `he likes
everything he sees ... ... so far'? Did he plan on seeing my dick? Did he
plan on seeing me totally naked?

He rested his hand on my shoulder again and gently let his fingers twirl
through my long hair. When I tilted my head back, my hair went half way
down my back and he seemed to enjoy playing with it. I sure as hell liked
it. I just stood there with my knees trembling letting him do and say
anything he wanted. I was like putty in his hands, his wonderfully big
strong soft hands.

It was at that exact moment that I fell hopelessly in love with Tony.  He
could have jerked me naked right there in the park and made love to me in
front of everyone and I would have LOVED it! I'd never felt love ... true
love before but I was absolutely positive this was it. I mean I had looked
at boys and men before and felt kind of funny inside but never ever
anything like the feeling I was experiencing at that very moment. I looked
up into his eyes as he ran his hand up and down my bare naked back and
sighed as his hand lingered on my slight shoulder blades.

"What's wrong tiger?"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong, you look sort of funny." He said smiling back at me
knowingly.

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking that's all." I said embarrassingly as I
still trembled and felt goose bumps all over my body.

"So your dad likes to sit around the house naked sometimes does he? I bet
you like to do the same thing don't you?" He asked nervously but seemingly
throwing caution to the wind as he asked me that question.

"Naw, well ... sometimes I do ... like if nobody's home an stuff. Or like
at bedtime and on Saturday morning when cartoons come on early I get up and
watch TV naked but not like all the time." I said somewhat embarrassed that
I liked to go naked at home.

"Awe, that's so cute! I bet you look adorable all cuddled up naked on the
couch early in the mornings. I'd sure like to see that. I go naked at home
a lot too." He admitted sheepishly.

"You do?"

"Sure, it's fun! In fact, I hardly ever wear clothes at home."

"But don't your wife and kids get bothered by that?" There ... it finally
came around in the conversation! Was he married?

"Nope, well ... I'm not married either, but If I was and I'm not going to
be ... but if I was I'd go naked in front of the wife and kids and I'd let
my boys go naked at home too. You shouldn't grow up ashamed of your body,
you should be proud of it." He explained. "My parents raised me as a nudist
and it just feels completely normal not to have any clothes on. In fact, it
feels kind of weird sometimes to have clothes on. Like now, it would be so
much more comfortable to be naked." He said looking down wishing he'd not
just said all of that to thinking he'd probably already went a bit too far
with this conversation.

"Wow, I'd bet you'd be a cool dad too! Would ... uh ... you let your son
see you with a hard-on too?" I said almost giggling at my question.

Pleased at my response he threw caution to the wind again and looked over
at me smiling and said; "Sure, why not?" He said, then getting a bit bolder
he said' "and if he got hard I'd want him to show off his hard boy dick
too!" He smiled.

"That is SO cool! But what do you think your wife would say; I mean my mom
gets upset sometimes when my dad and I go naked at home and we get hard
like that."

"Well, first off, if I was to get married, and I'm not going to ... I'd
never marry a woman who was such a prude. She'd want to see her family
naked, heck she'd be going naked too! IF I was married that is but that's
not going to happen." He said rather emphatically.

"Wow, that's awesome!" I said excitedly rubbing my crotch as we sat on the
picnic table. I was smiling at him letting him know that I was really
`okay' with this conversation. "So ... uh ... why aren't you going to get
married ... I mean ...you're uh ... really nice looking. I bet you could
get any woman you wanted!" I asked curiously hoping beyond all hope that
he'd tell me what I REALLY wanted to hear.

"Well ... uh" He said nervously not sure exactly how to explain this to
me. After stammering about for a few minutes he finally just blurted it
out. "You see Ricky ... well to be honest with you, I uh ... I really don't
like women in that way." He said as I could see his body tense up. I knew
that he was afraid that if he admitted he was gay that I might just bolt
and not want to be around him again. Hell, he may have even worried that
I'd tell somebody about what we'd been talking about. After all, he'd only
just met me an hour ago.

"You mean ... uh ... you mean you're gay?"

"Well ... uh ..."

"It's okay, you can tell me. It's just us guys here and I promise I won't
tell anybody." I explained hopefully. "Please ... tell me."

"Well ... if you must know and you promise not to go around telling
everyone ..."

"OH I PROMISE!" I interrupted him. "I won't tell a soul Tony." I said
rather emphatically looking at him wanting him to open up about it and
still hoping he was going to tell me the truth.

"Okay, you look like I can trust you." He said. Yep, I'm gay alright little
buddy. I hope that you don't have a problem with that because, I really
like you and hope that we can be friends."

"Heck no, I don't mind that you're gay. I uh don't really like girls
either." I said nervously. I'd never admitted that to another guy or anyone
else for that matter. Even though I always got called little faggot at
school and no one really liked me because of it. Even though I didn't act
gay, people always just ... well they just assumed I was. I mean, I didn't
exactly say I was gay, but I sure as heck wanted him to know that I didn't
like girls.

"See, I knew that I liked you when I first saw you, we're a lot a like you
and me ... I just had a feeling about you." He told me looking completely
relieved.

"Uh, you did?" I asked. Was it that obvious that I was gay? I mean, I
didn't act gay or nothing like that, I just acted like any other normal 13
year old boy ... how could he tell?

"Yeah, you see, some gay guys uh have what's called ... gaydar ... sort of
like radar. They can tell when other guys are gay or that maybe they're
bi. You, you don't act gay but there was just something about you that I
could tell that you weren't like other boys. Nope, you weren't like other
boys at all." He explained.

I couldn't really understand it all and how he knew but I knew that I
didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. I was always so worried that if someone
found me out that I'd be all weirded out and stuff but with Tony it was
different, I liked that he knew about me. I was completely and totally
comfortable with the fact that he suspected me as gay! In fact, I was HAPPY
that he had figured me out! Even though I didn't really tell him I was
queer as he was, I didn't deny it either.

We sat there silently as the warm breeze blew across our near naked
bodies. He placed his hand on my shoulder again and let it slide slowly and
sexily down my bare back. We looked at each other then stared back out into
the park for what seemed like forever just soaking up what had just
transpired between us. That relaxed comfortable feeling that you didn't
have to hide something so important from someone you liked anymore. It felt
so incredibly awesome, like a new freedom had just been given to you. Even
though it was still to remain a secret, we didn't have to hide it from each
other anymore. But why ... why did he like a little boy like me? We sat
there daydreaming and I'm sure he was wondering the same thing. Why would I
like a man ... a grown man like him?

"Well come on sunshine, we can't sit here all day talking about our dicks
and how hot you must look like when you're totally naked and get any
exercise in now can we?" He said standing up and jogging in place as he
helped pull me to my feet. I was mesmerized by his hard bouncing dick in
his tiny shorts. I loved how he didn't bother to hide it from me anymore;
it was like he was displaying himself for me ... just for me ... right out
here in public ... all of which was just perfectly fine with me!

He pulled me by the hand which my hand felt dwarfed in his big strong
hand. We began jogging and my dick was beginning to ache in my khaki
shorts. I really wished I had a pair of those silky kind like he did. Oh my
gosh that satiny soft fabric must feel incredible rubbing softly against
his hard dick.

We made another two laps around the park and he'd look over and smile at me
and I'd look back up at him and smile back. I felt so free and alive like
I'd never ever felt before! When we got back to one end of the park, I told
him that I just lived around the corner and that I had to go home now
before my rents started looking for me.

"Oh well okay then." He said sadly as though he was actually going to miss
me! "Will uh, you be here tomorrow?" He asked with a glimmer of hope in his
voice hoping beyond all hope that he'd not scared me away with all this
talk about nudity and being gay and showing off our dicks and stuff.

"Sure thing, I wouldn't miss it. I'll meet you here at 4:35 right after
practice that is ... if you still want to jog with a stupid kid like me." I
said excitedly.

"I'll be here at 4:00 waiting for you on the bench bright eyes." He smiled
at me, "And don't call yourself a stupid kid! You seem to be really
intelligent for your age, I like talking to you. I could sit and listen to
you for hours."

My heart fluttered when he called me `bright eyes!". I don't know why
... kind of dumb I guess but all I knew was how it made me feel and that's
what I'm describing to you guys ... and girls too if any of you are reading
this.

Then what he said hit me like a ton of bricks, `he could sit and listen to
me talk for hours!' That's exactly what I'd thought about him!!! If I had
ever had an inkling about liking girls, it flew right out the window at
that moment. I was gay, 110% gay! I loved men and I was head over heels in
love with Tony! Tony, a grown man! I'm 13 years old and I was forever more
in love with a grown man!  I didn't fall in love with a boy but a grown gay
man!

"Okay!" I said happily. I don't know what made me do it. I guess it was
just because he made me feel so comfortable that I ran over to him and
hugged him. My face pressed into his chest so tightly and it felt SO
good. He didn't flinch or back away at all like I thought he might since we
were in public and all. In fact, he held me close to him too. With his dick
quickly hardening at my touch again I looked up at him smiled and said;

"See you tomorrow!"

"I'll be counting the minutes. Bye buddy!" He said as I turned and walked
away.

I glanced back at him and smiled and he just stood there watching me walk
away. Me, a stupid clumsy awkward skinny gay little kid and this Adonis of
a man who could be with anyone in the whole world, wanted to be with
me. ME!!!


Please feel free to write with your comments, suggestions and any
inspirational material you may care to send to booya@gawab.com Make sure to
include `Falling in Love' in the title otherwise your email will be exiled
to the spam category never to be seen again.

Other stories on nifty I've written that I'm sure you will enjoy include
the following;

Skinnydipping --- Bi-sexual Adult/Youth Section (though it's mostly all
gay)

I Love Being Naked --- Gay Adult/Incest