Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 06:10:59 +0200
From: Chaim B. <bchaim@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Most Unforgettable Things to Do... part 2

The Most Unforgettable Things to Do...
Part 2

(M/t/t, 1ste time, love, oral, anal, underwear)
=Adult-youth=

by Chaim (bchaim)
bchaim@hotmail.com

Utrecht (the Netherlands),
May 2008

The following story is totally fiction! It involves the emotional and
sexual development of the main character(s) and contains sometimes sexually
explicit erotic events between a men, and two teens.

If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not
allowed to read the story, don't read on. It's up to you!

In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. Make
sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a
condom.

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for any mistakes.

Reactions on this story are very welcome!
bchaim@hotmail.com

This work is copyrighted by the author © 2008. Please don't remove my
author information or make any changes to this story. You may post this
story freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of
commercial sites. You are the moral obligation to let me know if my story
is published somewhere. Thanks!  Chaim.

Thanks to:

Jay, 30f, Ron, Richard, Jared, David, Ray, Edward, Frank, Wimpy, Yagoh, for
their kind and encouraging reactions!

Characters in this story:
me, Chris, 16,
`Daddy' Simon, 36,
Simon's son Daniel, 18.
Simon's brother Joshua and his little sons Eli and Samuel.

Warning with a smile: this chapter of my story is more about Chris'
emotional and sexual development than "real hard sex acts". Anyhow, enjoy
and let me know what you think.

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The last lines of the first chapter:
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"Chris, I told you some things because sex is sharing thoughts and
feelings, too. It's very intimate what I told you. Please value it, don't
make fun of me. Whatever be my friend."

Daniel said. He offered me his friendship.

I looked at him in silence.

Daniel's tone, his voice and whole manner had changed. He was a strong
teen, nearly an adult, talking to a little child. I listened, a little
docile, to his words, looked at his body.

Daniel studied my smooth, blushing face, nodded and let go of my skinny
arms. I rolled my bony shoulders in reflex, rubbed my biceps, it didn't
hurt but I felt his power. Daniel's strength had made a definite impression
on me. I looked at his eyes and managed to whisper,

"Okay Daniel. I'll remember that."

Daniel pushed on...

"You enjoyed yourself and there's nothing wrong with that. Sex should be
enjoyed. And believe me, you're not the only boy in the world having sex
with an other boy."

Daniel reached to the floor and put on a pair of boxers he found there. He
squeezed the back of my neck, my blond head reached to his powerful chest
and told me, "Chris, relax please, we have a shower, will go down to have
diner, okay?"

I nodded my head and tried to smile.

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Part 2
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We had a shower, not together, in my afterglow I wasn't ready for that and
I needed some time to recover. I took a long and cold one and a lot of
thoughts flew through my mind. After twenty minutes it wasn't comfortable
anymore and I stepped from the shower. I toweled myself dry and walked back
to our room.

Daniel still sat on my bed and looked happy at my naked body. Soon he
disappeared in the shower. I heard the water running and oppressed my urge
to go inside the shower again to have a look at him. I longed for him, his
body, wanted to see him, touch him... I didn't dare to do so. I was still
hard for me to show my real needs, desires and love...

I watched at Daniel's body when he came back from his shower and admired
him in silence. Daniel had a great body!  I had a closer and much relaxed
look at him. Daniel didn't care... I was sure he loved the attention.
Daniel had curly black hair and beautiful eyes, his body was strong,
compact and muscled like his healthy hero of the soccer team on the poster
at the wall. Daniel's somewhat tanned complexion was smooth and firm and he
had a small trail of fine dark hairs traveling down from his belly button
to his crotch. That was a detail I loved and admired, maybe I had nothing
on my tummy. Daniel's little nickel-sized nipples were brown and hardened
by his excitement, yes, I could see that! He looked back at me and his
beautiful cock started to lengthen. Daniel's legs were muscular and had a
dusting of fine black hairs across them. His teeth were very straight and
extreme white in contrast to his tanned face and he looked almost like a
the David of Michelangelo to me.

Daniel's beautiful teen cock soon stood at attention, I saw a pearl at the
top! He was already leaking pre-cum. Was he always wet and horny? Was that
for me, looking at my skinny small body? Still I couldn't believe that.

I admired his beautiful dripping hard cock and his small nest of black
wispy hairs above the base of his shaft. Daniel's had a large purple head
that was glistening with his pre-cum, it looked attractive and I felt the
strange drive to put my mouth over it, to taste his cum. Daniel's balls
looked like two golf balls in their silky sack, which hung low. I felt a
little jealous and looked at my own body and my own little erection.
Daniel made a show for me, dressing himself into his briefs. Daniel's
briefs were white with a black stripe down the side. It also had a black
waistband on the front that contained the 2(x)ist logo written in
white. The tightness of his briefs highlighted his hard wet cock, which
stood up and pressed against the cotton. His dripping glans peeked over the
edge of the waistband and it jumped up and down against his lower belly
slightly as he approached me.  Daniel sat beside me and I took some clothes
from my rucksack and decided to show Daniel my black sweatpants and red
shorts. Well it was my way of teasing him a little bit.  Daniel looked at
them and shook his head, "No, no, you can't wear that with me. I know
something better..."

Daniel stood and fished an old pair of white boxers from the far end under
his bed. He looked at the size and gave them to me with a huge smile on his
handsome face. It was a white pair of skin tight, very short! DIM
boxers. Actually the boxers were briefs with tiny legs and Daniel showed
them to me. He looked at my reaction and said, "Wear my underwear,
Chris. This is special, but you are special to me. The boxers are clean,
but it is an old pair I used to wear when I was fourteen, maybe twelve. I
got them from Daddy so I'm sure he likes them. It will be enough, believe
me, we are used to walk around in our underwear. Better, my Daddy will love
it and looking at you, I will be horny all the time."

I looked at the white boxers, it was clear they were old and worn. I
submitted to his strong will, well this time I liked to do so. It was a
sexy thought to wear his boxers, it made me horny. I decided not to give
him more incoherent and childish reactions and told him with a smile and a
slight bow of my head, "Alright, you are the boss. I will wear your
underwear."

I simply took his skin tight white boxers and put them on. The boxers were
really tight, more tight briefs with small legs, and the fitted me well. It
outlined my penis prominently and I felt a little bit exposed. Well, I had
nothing to hide anymore, Daniel sucked my penis, but still I was scared
about Daddy Simon's reaction. Daniel looked at me for some time, winked and
said, "Good boy, thought you might, I can see you've got something very
nice in your boxer briefs. You look like an angel waiting to be
worshiped. It's seldom I meet such a handsome boy like you. Believe me, you
are special! Would you like me to play with your hard boy cock?"

"No, no, I know you are always an horny wolf, but we have to see your
Daddy, remember?"  We shared a quick kiss and went down in our underwear
and Daddy Simon greeted us with great enthusiasm.  Daniel's Daddy was
dressed in a wide light blue house coat and his feet were bare. In the
kitchen, Daddy Simon took a beer from the refrigerator, offered Daniel one
and I got a soda. I knew I was too young to drink, but in a strange way it
underlined the difference. They were older, stronger, wiser, you name it
and I was a boy, innocent, new.  Daddy Simon walked away and sat at the
wooden table in the living room, he felt probably content with his boys. I
didn't know, he treated me well and with kind way of respect. Daniel sat
with me at the other side of the table and I looked at them while Daniel
talked with his Daddy. I was silent, but answered their questions. I didn't
feel bad, just a little shy in my new environment. After a while Daddy
Simon asked me, "What's the matter, boy?"

Maybe I looked confused and frustrated by my expression. I looked up, a
little bit surprised. Daddy Simon tapped me lightly on my blond head, it
was a warm and kind gesture. I blushed, for some seconds I didn't know what
to say. A strange rush of affection for him filled me. For me, all this was
some kind of `secret' adventure.  "I'm glad you wore Daniel's boxers,
Chris. It shows you feel already at home, that's good. It sounds maybe
weird, but I will explain a few things to you. You maybe call it a `house
rule' but we walk around naked or in our underwear. As you saw this is a
very remote estate, it is private land and nobody can see you. Besides
that, to be honest with you, me and my boy like it this way."

I answered polite, I didn't want to tell him I did it because Daniel
convinced me to do so, "Sorry, sir, I understand, but still can't believe
I'm doing it."

Daddy Simon smiled at me and shared a glance with Daniel, "But you are
doing it, that's good."

"Yeah, sir. I guess I am."  I was still unsure but definitely hooked on
what was happening with and around me. I was sitting there with a strong
macho Daddy and his beautiful handsome son. I loved it and was proud I was
accepted. At the other hand it felt like as a strange coming out. Getting
on with it, would make me to express my hidden gay feelings, I was sure of
that.  I slowly stood and marched around, coke in my trembling hand, to the
kitchen and back, I had no aim, but it felt good to walk. I looked at the
pictures at the walls, all boys and men, cute and handsome, nearly naked. I
returned to the wooden table, to stand before them in the living room. I
drank my Coke, my face tilted up to stare into Daddy Simon's face. I tried
to look calm but my knees were shaking, "Sorry, sir. I feel funny, sir."

Daddy looked me all over and asked, "You feel sexy?"

Daniel asked, "Remember what I said upstairs about fetishes, Chris?"

I nodded my blond head, I felt sexy in Daniel's briefs. Towering over me,
Daniel's Daddy stood and let his house coat fall from his body. I flinched
and took a step back, my were eyes bulging.  The man was wearing a blue
tight pair of Calvin Klein briefs. It was many sizes too small for him!
Daddy Simon smiled nut I could hear, he breathed heavily, maybe he was
excited sharing their fetish with me. My gaze ran over his broad shoulders
and full chest, down to his naked muscled legs. I stared at his legs for a
long, quiet while and my eyes went up at the outline of his semi-hard huge
cock. I drinking in his male beauty, thinking about how muscular and hairy
his strong legs were in comparison to my own.  I could see his growing
erection, which sprang up now, tenting his tight CK blue briefs and I
stared at it.  My own tight boxers were tangled at my crotch, and Daddy
Simon stepped closer. I sat down and shivered as if it was cold, my smooth
legs together, my white round knees shining with afternoon light. Sliding
my small hands over my creamy thighs, staring at them, Daddy and son, man
and teen. I felt excited and knew my growing penis was telling the truth...
Daniel said to me, "Hey Chris, stand in front of Daddy and turn around in
front of him."

I moved like a doll, showing my underwear and my small body. My tight white
boxers outlined my excited penis, my narrow hips and turning for them, my
hand-sized half-moons, and my smooth legs trembled.  Turning back, I stared
at them silently, gulping, chest rising and falling. They studied the
outline of my crotch openly, and I was so glad my penis wasn't
dripping. They had drained their beers and Daddy Simon motioned for us to
follow him. The farmhouse was bright with sunshine and the interior looked
nice in the late afternoon light. Now I saw there were also mirrors
everywhere.  In the master bedroom doorway, it was on the ground floor,
Daddy Simon stopped and smiled to us. He addressed me, pointing out a
horizontal iron bar above the frame of the door, "We will show you
something, Chris."

Daniel teased me with a smile, he pointed to the chinning bar at the top of
the doorframe, "You want me to do chin ups? Daddy trained me to do so every
night before bed. I think he wanted to watch my tight briefs and have a
good look at my developing body."

I didn't answer Daniel, looked at his Daddy. Daniel knew my skinny
undeveloped body and I believed, I told him about my not so successful
sports career. I showed them my undeveloped arms like a weightlifter, a
silent gesture to make clear I wasn't into this kind of stuff. Daniel
smiled and watched my pose, he looked at Daddy Simon with a knowing
smile. The huge man was totally relaxed and put his warm hand on my naked
shoulder. Daddy Simon said gentle and calm, "Let Daniel do it, he wants to
proof he is a strong boy, still a boy... my boy wants to impress you. Don't
feel shy, or little, I'm sure you have other talents to share."

Daniel stepped forward, pulling at his briefs, the waistband slapped back
at his firm stomach and he stretched for the chinning bar. On tip toes he
looked so good, he bent his knees and pulled himself up with his strong
arms. As Daniel's face disappeared above the doorframe Daddy Simon touched
his dangling narrow thighs, using it to push his briefs down a little bit
around his hips.  Daniel flopped down, hanging from his arms.

"What are you doing, Daddy?"  he asked softly, his sparkling eyes were
searching mine. Daniel's Daddy flicked his hand against his left
thigh. Whack!  "Daniel, you talk too much..."

Daniel twitched, then chinned himself again. Daniel went up and down, quick
smooth motions and I admired his strong arms, his athletic body. Each time
his handsome face came into view his expression was serious and full of
concentration.  Daddy Simon tickled his thighs with his large strong hands
and encouraged him to continue, "Show your new buddy here you have it, boy!
This is your chance to impress your little buddy, you can do much better!"

"How many, Chris?"  Daniel grunted, face hidden, as he came down again.
"How many should I do?"

Daniel's cheeks were flushed and red and I saw sweat dripping from his
naked chest. He continued, and it occurred to me that, like all the strong
teenaged boys I admired, he was good, even better! I knew and felt proud
Daniel was showing off for me. He wanted to show me his power, his
strength, well I was okay with that.  Actually, Daniel surprised me by his
energy and perseverance, his youthful older teen strength. He went up and
down and his Daddy was watching and touching him all the time. I looked at
Daniel's dangling legs, his sweat drenched briefs and clenched ass, strong
back and shoulder blades. Wow, this was good!

"Ugh! Fuck, I'm getting tired!"  Daniel exclaimed, he still hung from his
arms, his strong teen chest heaving. I couldn't help myself, I stepped
forward and around him, bowed until my little nose hovered above the
elastic waistband of his briefs. The waistband crinkled and snug around his
trim waist. I smelled his body and studied his treasure trail, the little
hairs from his navel to the waistband. I could see every detail in close up
and sighted. This was simply it!  Daniel's Daddy looked up at him and
nodded for him to jump down. Daniel did, wincing as he lowered his
arms. Suddenly Daniel asked me, "Are you gonna jerk your boy cock when you
dream about me?"

I didn't answer, I couldn't, he asked me such an intimate question in front
of his Daddy! I stood beside his powerful body and smelled his overwhelming
sweat. The cotton of his briefs were clinging to his skin, now covered with
a sheen of sweat. Daniel sat on the floor and whispered, looking up to me,
"You're just staring at me..."

Daniel's voice trailed off, "You're liking this, aren't you, Chris?"

In reply I said, "Yes, I like you, Daniel."

Daniel smiled at me and he said, "Believe me, I have to do my next step in
Daddy's program, it's called, sit-ups. Please help me, to keep my balance."

I moved down at his XL feet and gripped his hairy ankles. Daniel lay back
and clasped his hands behind his head and began to do his sit-ups. I licked
my lips and watched strong muscled belly move and tense. Daniel's tall legs
tensed with each sit-up and I admired his supple movements. His tight
briefs were wedged in his prominent crotch, outlining the crack of his ass
and well sized teen balls. I was a little bit disappointed Daniel wasn't
revealing an erection.  Daddy Simon was totally different, he stood there,
watched us and his big man cock was rock hard and dripping. I could clearly
see his cock head trapped under the wet waistband of his blue briefs. It
all made me so horny... this was my wet dream, to be accepted by two strong
man, who didn't make fun about my small body. Believe me, I was anxious for
sex now, I forgot my troubled thoughts and wanted to enjoy it!  Daniel
stopped, his cheeks were quite flushed but he smiled happy. Daddy Simon
looked at us and I didn't know what to do. Suddenly I couldn't hold it back
anymore, I was surprised when I heard my own blunt question, I asked him,
"Sir? You're pretending we're your two young partners?"

Daddy Simon nodded his head and smiled. I thought so, Simon was hot for us,
no way he was a straight macho. I didn't know what he was, but he was not
the man I thought he was...  Daniel surprised me by flashing a brief smile
of understanding. I was on the right track and found the courage to ask
more, "You are attracted to younger men, sir. I mean... teens and boys?
Sorry, sir, just wondering. But you look at our legs and stuff?"

Daddy Simon nodded and laughed, "Well, Chris, you are right. I admire
beauty and a good spirit when I see it..."

I thought, what the hell, go for it and asked him, "Me included, sir?"

Daddy Simon nodded his head meaningfully. Wow, I nearly jumped up,
forgetting about Daniel's ankles. Daddy said he liked me!  Daniel did a few
more sit-ups, lips pursed, staring at my small body and his Daddy's
powerful frame. I said to Daddy Simon, looking at his powerful chest,
"Thank you, sir. You look... so great in your briefs. I mean... you're a
strong man, sir."

Daddy Simon laughed, "Well, I am, it's good you like it."

Daddy Simon pressed his tall hand against Daniel's teen chest and told his
son Daniel, "Boy, flip over."

Daniel stared at me, and I saw a wink. He rolled over and brought his feet
together. Daniel must have been very tired, his body trembled as he began
doing push ups, his tight ass high in the air. Daddy Simon looked at his
son, his impressive workout and suddenly he slapped his son's firm ass
cheeks.

"Yeah!"  Daniel's cry was tense with surprise and a thrill for me.

"Ass down, son, you want to be impressive, so be it!"  Daddy Simon
whispered huskily, speaking for the first time to him in a long time,
"Young boys need to exercise correctly, to grow up healthy and
strong. Daniel, you know that and you have to be a good example for our
little friend Chris here. Show us your sexy body at work..."

Daniel's legs strained and his body went rigid, ass down. But he couldn't
do a push up again, his muscled arms were ready to collapse. Daddy slapped
his beautiful firm ass again.

"Oh, okay Daddy, I'm trying."  Gasping and grunting, Daniel struggled
through his push ups and now I felt bad for him. I was here only one
afternoon and it felt like years. I liked, maybe loved my Daniel and had
deep respect for his Daddy.  Daniel groaned, he went up and down slowly
now, his shoulder blades sticking out like wings. Finally, he collapsed in
a heap, panting and sweating richly. Daniel's smell was everywhere...

"You're beautiful in your briefs, son. Beautiful! You did great! Don't you
think, Chris?"  Daddy Simon exclaimed, he looked at me with a huge smile on
his handsome face, "You can tell us what you think, my boy. There is no
True or False in your answers, just tell us what you think..."


"Well, Daniel did something, I couldn't do, sir. I like him very much and
you are right, sir. Daniel looks as good as you do."  I did say it, said it
all!!!  Daddy Simon reached out with his left hand and felt Daniel's warm
sweaty legs. He spoke to us, "Boys, I wonder how many boys masturbate while
dreaming of you both in your underwear. You are a nice couple, this will be
a great summer!"

The exhausted Daniel shivered as his Daddy felt his sweaty legs. Daddy
addressed me with a knowing smile on his handsome face, "Little Chris, in
my son's small briefs, be nice to me. We love to have you here, be honest
and proud of yourself."

I looked at hem and whispered, "Thanks..."

Daddy Simon continued, "How do boys ever become men? Think you'll get big
and hairy like me, boy?"

Daniel rolled over and watched us, his chest and stomach still heaving. I
gasped my reply, "I don't know, sir."

"You have a beautiful body, Chris. You should always wear those cute small
briefs on the estate. Never be shy with us, you are okay the way you are."

I watched as his fingers move over my nearly pubescent-skin, his fingers
tracing my thighs just below my briefs. I shivered but enjoyed his touch so
much.

"You mean it, don't you?"  I sounded like a little child asking for adult
confirmation, I couldn't help that.  "Your body is softer-looking than
other boys your age, that's great. I mean, not just hairless, lots of other
guys don't have hair either. Sometime I will teach you to shave what you
have..."

Daddy caressed me, giving me more encouragement to continue. His hands were
at my hips now, fondling at the waistband of my briefs.

"Sir," I asked him in a breathless rush, I needed an answer, "You don't
think my body is too skinny or too smooth?"

"No, you look great the way you are, Chris, you worry too much about your
young and growing body, about a lot of things."  Daddy Simon laughed, he
reached up to tenderly brush the my blond hair from my sweaty forehead,
"You have very pretty legs, a great body, you're looking like a young
little stud. Are you shy about your body?"

I shook my head as I reacted to the tenderness in his voice and the content
of our conversation. Maybe Daniel was right about this, maybe in their eyes
I looked good. I was an unbelievable truth...  I looked at Daniel and our
eyes locked. Daddy Simon cupped my smooth face in his hands, leaned close,
and kissed my right, tender cheek. I whimpered, but didn't pull away. It
was great to be kissed this way, I liked him and wanted to be also his
son. Daddy Simon said, "Boys, go upstairs, enjoy yourself, I will join you
after a while, but don't wait for me."

Daddy released my smooth blushed face and stood, I sat there with my eyes
closed, enjoying the afterglow of his tender kiss, this strange moment.
Daniel waited with me until I opened my eyes and was ready. He acted like a
real friend. Daniel held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my
feet and guided me upstairs. We went inside our room and Daniel nearly
pushed me to my bed. I dropped on it and lay face down. I waited for
Daniel, his next step and heard him walking around. He stood next to my
bed, strong and powerful.

"Chris, please can you rise up on your hands and knees?"  Daniel whispered,
patting my back. I rose, my blond head hanging down and my tight, my firm
ass in the air. I was trembling, I didn't know what to expect, as Daniel
knelt beside me and slowly pushed his fingers down. He traced the bony
curve of my spine and ended at the top of my tight white boxers.

"Chris, may I lick your body again?"  Daniel reached around my chest and
gently pinched my tiny nipples, pulling and twisting at them until they
grew hard. I groaned my reply, it was a yes! Full of lust and hope.  Daniel
licked me, he hunched over me and skimmed his tongue along my back and
sides. With his open mouth he sucked my hairless narrow thighs, moving from
one to the other, smacking and nibbling. I twitched and quivered, aroused
and electrified, this felt so good! Suddenly I was ready to say it again.

"Daniel, oh, this... feels good, please do me, touch me!"  I peeped, giving
him my first real admission of this kind pleasure. I watched as his tongue
ran the length of my right thigh, from my knee to the waistband of my
boxers.

"You're really gay!"  I gasped, my voice was so squeaky, it was charged
with my arousal. Daniel laughed, "Yeah!"

He clamped his large, powerful hands around the front of my thighs and let
his fingers sink deep into my tender flesh. I moaned and shivered under his
touch. My penis was hard under my belly, I was sure I soaked my boxers and
the sheets. He asked me, "Are you gay too, Chris?"

"Yes, yes, yes I am!"  I whispered, finally the words came out without
shame. What the hell, who cared?  Daniel pressed his face into my upturned
buttocks and practically thrust his tongue through my white boxers and into
my virgin anus. I wailed, "Oooo!!!"

I arched my body like a kitten and clawed at the bed covers and was lost in
my own desire for more. Daniel's fingers slid up and into the hems of my
boxers, and he gave a deep grunt of satisfaction, his grunt vibrating
inside my virgin boy hole, I was sure of that.  I grunted in response,
straining to process the new sensations, and though he did not touch my
crotch I felt my penis grow erect against the fabric of my underwear.  "You
like that, huh? Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes!"  I peeped. My voice hadn't really changed yet. Daniel teased me by
asking, "Want me to keep doing that?"

"Yes, yes please!"  Daniel did and I arched higher, my lean ass clenched.

"Ooh please, Daniel," I warbled, "Please wait! Wait!"

Daniel quickly pulled away, not wanting me to orgasm so soon.

"Wait!  Wait!"  went my falsetto wail, I was in deep trouble, I was scaling
heights of pleasure.  Shakily, I sat back on my heels and feebly raised my
thin arms and my hands were trembling. My eyes were closed and I asked
Daniel, "Can you stop for a moment, please?"

"Chris, don't be afraid of your gay feelings. Be honest with yourself, you
enjoy this as much as I do."  But I just sat there looking so overwhelmed
by everything. Daniel sat knee to knee with me, and gave me some time to
get myself back. Daniel stroked my legs and after a while told me, "When I
was a boy," He started his story, tender he stroked my blond hair, "I used
to imagine myself with my gym teacher. He was big and strong, like my
Daddy, but he was 20 or something. I wanted to feel him, not only his big
and strong body but also his power over me. I wanted him to touch me in my
gym shorts, I wanted his hand on my penis, telling me I was a beautiful
boy."

I shivered and asked Daniel, "Were you small like me? Like, a little bit
skinny?"  I took a deep breath, "Did you have pretty hairless legs, like
me?"

"Yes, Chris, I was like you..."  Daniel sighed, rubbing my naked shoulders
before he kissed them.  "I was small, like you, and I didn't know what to
do with that kind of emotions. But after a while, with the help of my
Daddy, I accepted myself."

"Touch me please, make love to me," I spoke so softly Daniel must have
thought his imagination was working overtime.  Daniel placed my hands in my
lap and I felt my own throbbing penis. I wailed, "Oh! Oh, Lord!"

Lovingly, Daniel took my wrists and manipulated my hands over my own glossy
naked thighs, "Feel your own skin, Chris. Feel those smooth pretty legs,
such soft skin. Tight underwear was made for boys like you. Touch yourself,
feel your soft hairless body, Chris."

Daniel sitting back on his heels, made my thighs spread out a bit, and my
fingers wandered over my smooth skin between my under-legs and calves,
wandered over my round knees, wandered up to my tight white boxers.  "Don't
you feel soft?"

I nodded my blond head. Daniel asked me, "You want to feel my legs too?"

My thin arms floated out to him, it was the first time I touched him this
way, asking to be touched back. Daniel shuddered. I swallowed hard, our
cocks throbbed in our underwear and I felt horny and sexy, "Gosh, you're
hairy on the right places. Your legs are really hairy, you're really
strong, Daniel."

"Yeah Chris," Daniel sighed, watching how my small hands explored his
flesh. My long fingers tentatively reached up, quaking as they slid over
his briefs. Daniel hold his breath and started to tremble violently as I
made contact with his beautiful cock. My hands rode his hard cock as it
jumped and twanged, then I took his cock in both fists and squeezed,
squeezed again.

"I'm touching your cock!"  I yelled breathlessly, "I'm touching your cock!"

"Yes, Yes, you are."

"Oh, man! It's... really huge!"  Nodding and drunk on delight, Daniel
stroked my smooth skinny arms from wrists to elbows, found my slender
biceps. Daniel leaned closer and pressed his lips to my right cheek. I
shook like a leaf and loved it!

"Are you gonna put your cock inside me?"  I croaked.

"I would love to put it in you."  I was highly aroused and brought my hands
to his head, fisting his curly hair and pulling tight. I gasped like a
fish, my mind full on my new identity, my lips trembled and I wailed my
triumph, "Yes, oh, man! Oh, Daniel, I'm gay! I'm gay!"

It sounded like I had to cry, and Daniel looked at me with a face full of
concern. Things were moving fast, maybe too fast for me, I didn't
care. Daniel whispered, "It's okay, Chris. Shhh! Let's calm down, let's
stop."

I reared up on my knees and threw my arms around Daniel's neck, burying my
smooth face into his right shoulder.

"Help me!"  I begged, "Hold me!"

Daniel held me hard, pressing me into his body. I felt his power and was
totally happy! I begged again, "Help me to be gay, help me, please!"

"My good sweet boy, my Chris!"  I was startled by this remarkable turn of
events. I came out to myself, sixteen years old, in the hands of a new but
great friend. Daniel rocked me, helping me, giving me the shelter of his
strong body. We were man/teen and boy together, sharing, bonding. Long
minutes passed, of course, our boners left us. Maybe this was not a time of
sex. I hadn't hoped for Daniel as a lover, imagined that he would only be a
friend during this summer.  Tenderly, Daniel drew me down onto the bed, so
that we lay in each other's arms, his hairy muscular legs wrapped around my
smooth slender legs, my smooth face nestled in his chest. Daniel stroked my
blond hair, whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Telling me, "Chris you are
a beautiful little boy."

"Do you love me, Daniel?"  My high voice was filled with longing. Strange
enough I started crying, many tears rolling down my smooth cheeks.  "I love
you, Chris. I love you, yes. Please don't cry."

I sniffled, wiped my cheeks and nose in the sheets.  "Just hold me, okay?
Hold me and don't let me go."

"Never, never let you go, Chris."

Suddenly Daddy Simon stood silent next to us. He took us in his wide bear
arms and hugged us hard.

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