Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 13:10:36 -0700
From: Jonas Bunzy <luvbunzy@hotmail.com>
Subject: In a Little Brother Way - part1

This story is pure fiction, and does not represent a real life situation in
any way. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental.
This story contains erotically charged materials involving a
man and an adolescent boy.
Please send thoughts to:
luvbunzy@hotmail.com

In a Little Brother Way - chapter1
I was working out
in my apartment's rec room the first time that I met Robert. He was lifting
weights and looking very determined. His arms were toned, but very thin, and
his chest, which he was sort of puffing out, was quite smallish. He was
about fourteen and still had a soft layer of babyfat over his torso and
legs, but there was some definition starting to show through. He was staring
at himself in one of the mirrored walls and had a look of fierce
determination on a very sweet boyish face. I recognized his slight freckles,
soft lips, and blue well-lashed eyes as those belonging to the boy living in
the apartment just across from my own. He occasionally said hi to me in
passing, but often seemed distracted in the manner of many adolescent boys.
I guessed that he was lifting weights get over that "cute in a little
brother way" look that he definitely had about him.
	I had always found
myself attracted to boys his age. He had just a bit of darker hair near at
the bottoms of his legs, and some fuzz under his arms that I could see
through the loops of his tanktop. His hair flopped back in his face as he
benched some fairly lightweight dumbbells. The weight room was cramped and
the bike I was riding was right next to the weight bench.  I could see the
whole length of him.
	"You know you'll bulk up faster if you use more
weight and do fewer reps." I yelled over to him from the exercise bike I was
half riding.
He kind of nodded back to me and went to grab larger
dumbbells. I kept going, but was watching him out of the corner of my eye.
He had a kind of nervousness about him, especially when I talked to him. It
was a little hard to tell if he was embarrassed or flushed from working out,
and his cheeks were quite rosy to begin with.
 I was worried that maybe he
sensed my attraction to him. It is a part of me that always makes me
nervous. I had acted on my attraction to adolescents only twice in my adult
life. Once at a youth hostel the year before, with two dutch boys, about
fifteen years old, while traveling in France. I had smoked some hash with
them and they were certainly the more forward party. The other time was with
a very urban, very "out" sixteen year old English boy, an affair that lasted
on and off for the whole few months that I studied there and that was
perfectly legal in his home country. Other than that, my dating and sex life
generally involved men around or slightly older than my own twenty-five. I
bedded most of them in my own apartment.
I was now watching Robert struggle
a bit with his new weights. I caught him sort of looking at me, but our eyes
never met. Each time he did he started to behave more determinedly to get
the dumbbells up, but it was obvious they were a little awkward for him. He
finally gave up and let out a despaired sigh.
"I think these are just a bit
too heavy" He said to me.
"I'll help you." I said. I got off the bike and
walked past him to where the weights were racked. I grabbed a bar. "We'll
set this up and I'll spot you, okay?"
"Um, okay" He gave me a nervous smile
and didn't make a whole lot of effort to get up. This kid was nervous or
embarrassed about something, but I didn't want to make it worse by bringing
it up. He let me set up the bar without offering much help. When I asked him
to lay down, he also seemed a bit hesitant, but slowly complied. I noticed
that he adjusted the crotch on his nylon running shorts as he lay back and I
couldn't help but let my eyes drift for a second to see a neat little mound
piled up down there.
	I caught myself and looked down to catch a bit of
puzzlement from Robert. His face was flushed and shiny. I held the bar over
his head. Our eyes met for just one second, and he gave me another confused
half-smile.
"Ready?" I asked, shaking myself from the awkwardness of the
moment. He put his arms up to grab the bar. It took a few tries to get the
right weight, and helped him finish all of his sets. The whole time moving
around each other, I sensed a slight tension between us. I found my eyes
drawn to his body, and the musky high school locker room smell that he was
starting to develop around him. The sound of his constantly shifting shorts
reminded me of how sensitive that area was at his age. He dealt with it more
comfortably each time, playing off his minor arousals as simple irritations.
I sensed some empathy in his smiling and gestures that went beyond the
politeness of a slightly effeminate boy. Maybe I was imagining things, but
it made me a bit afraid, and a bit excited. After Robert finished his reps,
he started to leave.
"Hey, you did a nice job. I can tell you are just
starting out."
"Thanks," he said. "And oh ..." He turned around and extended
his hand, I shook it. "I'm Robert. I live across from you I think.  Um, with
my mom. Have you had a lot of different roommates or
something?"
"Roommates?" I was a little embarrassed. I guessed he had seen
my frequent overnight guests. "Oh, no. Just friends. I'm Jason by the
way."
We stood there as our handshake became a little more extended. I also
felt a little tingling from the heat of his soft hand. The tingling began to
expand into my nether regions as I felt my dick perk up. "I should probably
let go and not pursue this further," I thought to myself, but Robert stood
there smiling and flushed. His hair was just long enough for him to push
back behind his ear.
"I'm staying to finish my workout." I told him,
thinking it would be wise to put an end to this conversation. Then, "If you
ever want help working out again, just knock on my door. Alright?"

"Alright," he said. As he walked out the door and down the walk to his
apartment, I couldn't help but watch. His legs and body were still very
boyish looking and I guiltily gazed at his ass for a few seconds as well. As
he reached down and adjusted his crotch and scratched at his inner thigh, a
brief mental glimpse of me pinning his naked body against my showerwall
flashed into my head. I shook myself awake and got back to my
workout.
***End Part 1***
This is the first story that I have published
here, except for one under another name that I won't even mention. This
story will heat up and get more graphic as it moves on, but I am still
deciding whether to make it more sweet, or more outlandish erotic- fantasy.