Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 07:06:47 -0700
From: Ronny Wernick <rwernick@jackinchat.com>
Subject: Ronny

Memories of Ronny
by Ronny


If you are expecting a story of man/boy sex, you might be disappointed.
But if you want to read an interesting story about a beautiful boy, you
might like this.  It is 100% true.


When my son was about 11, he had a small cadre of neighborhood friends his
own age.  They played in the various yards up and down the street, and I
always kept an eye on them as I went about my business.  My wife worked on
weekends, so I was in charge.

One day a new kid appeared in the group.  He caught my eye immediately.
From across the street he looked like a very attractive kid.  He had blond
hair, was thin but wiry looking, and carried himself with grace.  I needed
to get a closer look, so I wandered across the street to check on the boys.

I said hi to the new boy, and asked his name.  He was Ronny, and just moved
in down the street.  He had an accent, which I shortly found to be
Norwegian.  And he was even cuter than I had suspected from across the
street.  I'd have to say he was pretty.  He had a round face, with a cute
button nose, tiny mouth, and high cheekbones.  Through the open neck of his
shirt I could see he had fine bone structure.

I got to know Ronny over the next couple of weeks.  He was a cheerful,
active boy, and very athletic and graceful.  I longed to see more.  One
weekend it was a warm day, and I suggested we go to the beach up the road
about an hour away.  The boys were eager, so I bundled Ronny and my son
into the car and headed out.

We hadn't thought to bring bathing suits, since the water in Puget Sound is
too cold to swim in, so swimming wasn't on the agenda.  At least not on
mine.  The boys were playing around, and inevitably started splashing
around, and of course got their clothes soaked.  When we were ready to head
home, I told them to get out of those wet clothes before getting into my
van.  Expecting they'd strip to their underwear, I was pleasantly surprised
to see Ronny strip totally naked right there in the parking lot and hop in.
My son did likewise.

Ronny sat in the seat on the other side of the car where I had a good view
of him in my mirror, which I tilted down for that purpose.  I was pleased
to see he wasn't circumcised, and he had the cutest little penis I had ever
seen.  He was perfectly proportioned, all the way down to a cute pucker of
foreskin at the end of his penis.

The boys horsed around the car all the way home, and I drove slowly,
wanting to make this last as long as I could.  They were having a ball
mooning other cars, but thankfully we had tinted windows so no one could
see them but me.  I had ample time to view Ronny from every angle, and it
was a delicious sight.  I was very sad to get home.  When we did, Ronny
just hopped out of the car and ran to the front door naked and waited for
me to go unlock the door, which I did very slowly, even though I was
fearful the neighbors would see me on the front porch with two naked boys,
one of whom was not my own.  By the time I got in, I was so horny that I
had to run right to my bedroom and jack off.  That was only the first of
many times I jacked off to images of Ronny in my mind.

I found that Ronny had no modesty at all.  He would take showers at our
house when he slept over, undressing in my son's bedroom and walking calmly
down the hall to the bathroom naked.  I always made a point to be around to
see him.  He was a beauty.

All of the sleepovers between Ronny and my son were at our house, since
Ronny shared a bedroom with a younger sister and brother, and they were a
bother.  From the times I visited his house, I knew that lack of modesty
was a family trait, as his brother and sister thought nothing of being
nude.  I once saw his younger sister walk calmly out into the backyard to
retrieve her clothes from the clothes line, fully naked, without a care.

One thing that I found interesting was Ronny's underwear.  He almost always
wore his Norwegian underwear, which is the same as I've seen on boys when
I've visited Denmark.  It is kind of hard to describe.  It was thin, soft
cotton, and looked more like girls' panties than the tighty whities many
boys here in the U.S. wear.  The cut was more like speedos than regular
underwear, but instead of being tight, they were very loose.  Not around
the legs like boxers, though.  They had elastic at the top and around the
legs, but otherwise were very loose and non-constricting.  With the kind of
cut at the leg, they showed the whole thigh, and not being constricting,
you could see the bulge of the genitals very well.  I always enjoyed seeing
Ronny in that underwear, and they looked like they must be very
comfortable.

One day he was trying to get into the part of the bathroom with the tub and
shower.  It had a separate door, and it had somehow locked with no one
inside.  Ronny came and asked for help, so I went to see what was wrong.
It was one of the kinds of door locks that has a hole in the knob so if you
stick something into it, you can pop the lock and open it.  So I went to
get something small enough to fit in the hole.  When I got back, Ronny was
standing next to the door in such a position that when I kneeled to get to
the lock, his crotch was at the same level as my face, only about a foot
away.  I had a great close up view of his little penis.  I studied it
carefully, realizing I would probably never have such a good look again.
The foreskin puckered about a half inch beyond the head, and I could see
the outline of the head and the ridge behind it.  It had several large blue
veins.

I worked very slowly on the door so I could examine him.  He had to have
seen what I was looking at, there was no way I could hide it.  Then
suddenly I saw that he was starting to stiffen just a little.  His penis
started to lengthen and move from a 45 degree down angle to nearly level,
and the head got closer to the end of his foreskin.  Then it tightened up,
and began to pull over the head, which started to peek out just a little.
I could see his pee hole.  By the time the lock snapped, his head was about
half visible, and I could see it was red and wet looking.  He was almost
fully hard, and about 4 inches long.  I was sorry to see him go as he
zipped into the shower room.  You can guess what I did in my bedroom as
soon as I left the bathroom!

We had a hot tub in the back of the house, positioned so it had great
privacy.  We had a tall fence, so no one could see in, and there wasn't any
place in the house where you could see it well.  About the only way to get
a look was to stick your head out of my second floor bedroom window.

My son and Ronny used the hot tub quite a bit.  I'd be puttering around the
house, and take a quick look every so often to see that they were OK.  One
time when I looked I saw something floating in the tub, and realized it was
a bathing suit.  Then I saw a second.  They had gotten naked!  This caught
my interest, so I tried to figure out a way I could watch without them
seeing me.  I finally thought of using a small mirror.  I could hold it
just far enough out the window to see them clearly.  As I watched, I saw
Ronny roll over and put his crotch in front of one of the jets.  My son did
the same.  They only held them there for about a minute, then rolled back.
Then they played what I call "up periscope," where they'd lift their butts
off the seat and stick their penises out of the water.  They were both
hard.

I watched as they repeated the roll to the jets a couple more times, then
Ronny seemed to settle in, with his elbows on the side of the tub, holding
his head in his hands, and his crotch in front of the jet.  He just stayed
that way, and I could see him moving his butt around a bit, showing he was
moving his penis in and out of the jet.  He closed his eyes and got a look
of concentration on his face.  I could tell he was enjoying it.  Luckily
for me he was on the jet facing me, so I had a good view.  My son was doing
the same on the other side of the tub.  By this time I had my pants off and
had my second hand on my penis.  This was too much to bear.

Ronny must have ridden that jet for 10 minutes.  Then I saw him start to
stiffen, and he got a real serious look on his face.  He arched his back a
little, with his penis still in the jet, opened his mouth as if to shout,
and shuddered.  He stayed that way for about a minute, and then kind of
fell backwards into the pool, and I could see his hard little penis,
foreskin pulled all the way back.  He drifted to the side of the pool,
lifted himself out onto the side, and sat there watching my son while his
penis deflated.

By this time I had ejaculated all over the wall, and shaking from my
excitement.  For the first time I could remember, my boner didn't go down
after ejaculation, and I did it again looking at Ronny sitting there on the
side of the tub.

Well, as you can imagine, I kept a close eye on their sessions in the hot
tub from then on, and witnessed much more of the same.  One day I was
really surprised to see as Ronny was sitting in one of the higher seats, he
motioned my son to come over to him.  Ronny grabbed him around the waist,
and pulled him onto his lap.  He lifted my son, and with one hand guiding
him and one hand in his own lap, maneuvered my son down carefully.  It was
obvious that he was impaling my son onto his penis.  Once my son was fully
down, they did some up and down movement, both of them clearly enjoying it.
They did that a few minutes, then switched places.  I loved the look on
Ronny's face - a look of sheer pleasure.  After a few minutes of riding up
and down on my son's penis, they separated, and went to the jets.  It only
took them, and me, a couple of minutes to finish off.

One Saturday night when Ronny spent the night, I could hear something going
on in my son's room, but couldn't tell what.  It drove me nuts trying to
figure out what was going on.  But the next morning they went in the hot
tub, and I heard Ronny ask my son if he wanted to go to the playhouse.
That was a small house I'd built in the backyard for the kids to play in.
It wasn't big enough to stand up in, but big enough to lie down.  It was
full of pillows and blankets and stuff, and the kids sometimes slept out
there.  My son said yes, so they jumped out, running across the yard naked,
their little penises leading the way.

I was really curious as to what was up, so sneaked out the side door and
crept behind the playhouse.  I had put two windows in the front, but none
in the back, so I could sit there and listen to them and they wouldn't see
me if they came back out.

Once in place, I could hear them clearly, but I couldn't tell what they
were doing.  There was some movement, and giggling and whispering for a
while.  Then Ronny said, "Lets do what we did last night."  My son said,
"OK, I'll do you first, then you do me."  I didn't know what that meant,
but I could hear the rustling of some movement, then there was quiet.
After a minute or two, Ronny said, "That feels good.  Keep doing it."  All
I heard from my son was a muffled assent.  That went on for a while, and I
could hear more movement, then Ronny said, "I'm almost there, suck harder,
but keep away from the head.  It's too sensitive."  So I knew they were
doing oral sex!  Then Ronny kept up a running commentary of "I'm almost
there."  "Man that feels good."  "Here it comes."  Then, "Hold it.  Just
keep your mouth on it tightly."  "Here it is, here it is," and a low
wavering "Ahhhh," then silence.  That's when I came, too, with a very
strong orgasm.

A minute later, Ronny said, "Wow, that was great."  I thought my guts were
going to come out," and they both laughed.  Then he said, "OK, now I'll do
you," and I heard more rustling.  It was then that I figured I'd better get
going, because they'd be finished soon, so I left quietly.  I immediately
jacked off again, finishing in time to see them running back across the
yard, still with boners, and hopping back into the tub.

The only time I ever really caught them in the act was purely by accident,
as I had been careful not to for fear of scaring them.  This was on a
Saturday afternoon, and I didn't realize they were in my son's bedroom.  I
had been cleaning up, and had some of my son's things I was taking to put
in his room.  When I opened the door, I was very surprised to see the two
of them in the top bunk of my son's bed, naked.  They were on their sides
facing me.  I could see Ronny's boner, and my son was spooned up against
the back of Ronny, with his crotch in such a position that it was obvious
his penis was embedded in Ronny's rectum.  I caught them mid-stroke,
obviously, and they were as surprised as I was.  My son pulled back, and I
could see his boner, confirming my suspicion, but they didn't have enough
time to cover up before I apologized for disturbing them, that I didn't
know they were there, and they should lock the door when playing like that,
and I backed out.

They stayed in the room for at least another hour, and the next time I saw
them, they looked really embarrassed and scared, so I took pains to assure
them I didn't mind them doing what they were doing, "so don't worry about
it."  That's the last we mentioned it, and I think they were very relieved.

The closest I ever came to touching Ronny was one night when he stayed
over.  They sometimes slept in my son's room, but preferred the large guest
bed in the basement.  I didn't have to guess why.

This time before I went to bed, I went down to check on them, to make sure
everything was OK.  They were both sound asleep.  It was a warm night, and
all they had over them was a sheet.  My son was sleeping on the inside, on
his stomach, but Ronny was on the outside, flat on his back.  I could see
the little mound where his crotch was.  I looked at where Ronny had piled
his clothes, and saw that his Norwegian underwear were laying on top.
Since he hadn't brought any other clothes, that meant he was naked under
that sheet, a fact that got me thinking.

I couldn't resist the temptation.  Holding my breath, I carefully grabbed
the top of the sheet, and pulled it down very slowly and gently.  Ronny's
soft breathing didn't change, so I pulled it down to his knees.  And there
he was in his full glory.  The V of his stomach and his shapely thighs
seemed to be pointing right at his crotch, where his limp little penis lay,
sideways.  He was perfect.  As I watched, the slightly cooler air of the
room must have had an effect on Ronny, as I saw his penis slowly start to
fill out.  For the second time, I was able to watch the process of him
getting an erection.  It was fascinating.  It began to lengthen, then
straighten out, and slowly lift off of his tummy to stand up on its own.
As it hardened, the head pushed toward the end of the pucker of his
foreskin, until it finally reached the end and it pulled back until about a
third of the head was exposed.  It was a beautiful sight.

I was in the boxers that I always wear to bed, and I couldn't help myself.
I'd had an erection since this began, and I pulled it out and started
masturbating right there over Ronny, soaking in the sight of his perfect
little body with the rock-hard boner.  I was sorely tempted to touch it,
but didn't dare for fear of waking him, but as I masturbated, I thought of
what he and my son must have been doing in bed before they fell asleep.  I
came to a crashing orgasm, catching my semen in my hand.

When I calmed down, I reluctantly used my clean hand to pull the sheet back
up, and left to clean up.  I slept well that night.

That was the last time I saw Ronny naked.  It was shortly after that when
his family moved to a larger house in another town.  They weren't far away,
but he and my son didn't have a chance to get together very much after
that.  I was very sorry.

To this day, I don't think I have ever seen a boy cuter than Ronny.  Having
him around was a real treat.


Comments?  E-mail me at rwernick@jackinchat.com