Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2015 14:09:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bob Smith <bobmflorida@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boys  Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Dinner was uneventful. We ate in the lanai and Curt gave me all the details
about his day. Both his new friends were in the fifth grade at the middle
school. All three boys seemed to like the same things, Minecraft heading
the list. He discovered all the boys enjoyed swimming and they had a
swimming hole at the lake but with the low water it was more swamp then
lake these days. We were the only family with a pool.

Ethan was also eleven, although a few months older than Curt. Ethan had a
fourteen year old brother, Patrick. They had spent the day biking around
showing Curt all around the neighborhood.

A few weeks later, Curt surprised me. "Dad, can we go swimming after we do
the dishes?" he asked as we were finishing dinner.

"Sure!" I said, trying not to act too surprised. He didn't seem to have
much interest in the pool since his arrival.  My guess was he was too shy
to skinny dip with me.

Once the dishes were put into the dishwasher, I told him to go into his
room, put his dirty clothes in the hamper and grab a towel. I would meet
him at the pool.

I was in the water when he entered the lanai. He had a towel wrapped around
his mid-section and was gathering his courage before he dropped it.

"Put the towel on a chair and join me. The water is great".

He turned his back to me and dropped the towel onto the chair. When he
faced me again, his hands were covering his privates. He was embarrassed
because he had beginnings of a boy sized boner.

Although I had seen him change into his clothes before, this was the first
time I saw him totally naked in a long while. He was spectacular.

At almost five foot tall, he was a bit over average in height and weighed
about eighty pounds. He didn't have an ounce of fat on his body. His
shoulders were broad, like a swimmer's and he was already muscular and
defined.  His hair was black and cut close to his head. When he smiled, his
white teeth sparkled against his golden skin. He tried to hide his dick
with is hands but I gently told him to stop being embarrassed.

"You're a boy and so am I. All boys are built alike." I reminded him.  He
reluctantly dropped his hands from his groin area.

Once I was free to look, I could see that his most distinctive feature were
his balls. They were already starting to drop and they gently swung as he
walked toward me. His testicles were the size of acorns and very
distinctive in his small boy sack.  His cock was chubby, the beginning of
an erection, and stood away from his seed makers. When erect, I guessed he
would be four inches long. His penis seemed to curve to the left and he was
cut. There was no trace of public hair, although based on his just about to
descend testicles; puberty was just around the corner.

When he had his back to me I could see his butt was solid and lighter than
the rest of his skin. His ass cheeks were smooth without a blemish of any
kind.  I wanted to reach out and grab them.

As he walked toward the pool, he looked at me as I stared at him and he
asked, "What?"

"Nothing! I'm sorry I was staring. You just look very handsome and I am
glad you're ready to go into the pool with me. You may not know it, bud,
but your hot looking."

I didn't know an African-American boy could blush.

We spent the next hour playing in the pool. He drove; jumped on my back;
swam through my legs, complete with a gentle accidental gropes on both our
parts. We had a great time. By the time we were ready to get out of the
water, his embarrassment was over and his dick was flaccid again. He
grabbed his towel and together we went into the family room to watch TV
before his bed time.

He sat on his towel and it didn't seem to bother him at all that we were
both naked. We watched TV, next to each other on the couch. Twice his dick
started to go hard while watching a show but he didn't pay any attention to
it. On the other hand, as I watched him bone, my dick went hard. I could
see him eyeing at my six inches but like me, he didn't say anything
either. Neither one of us made an issue of it. By bedtime both of us were
relaxed with the other and all inhibitions were gone.

That night we had a thunder storm that shook the neighborhood. Loud thunder
seemed to come from right above our yard. Lightening lite up the sky like a
spotlight. Rain pounded on the metal roof in a melody of noise. It woke me
and the next thing I was aware of, was Curt standing near my bed asking if
he could sleep with me that night. He was wearing a white pair of boxer
briefs that seemed to glow in the dark bedroom and no t-shirt, his usual
bedtime dress. Another massive clap of thunder occurred and you could see
him jump.

"Sure! Come on in." I said as I lifted up a corner of the blanket to let
him climb into bed with me. "You do know I'm naked? I can get up and put
something in if you want."

"No! You're alright. I'm just a little worried about all the rain and
noise."

We slid close to each other and spooned. It seemed the natural thing to
do. My left arm was draped over his hips and his butt was tight again my
groin. Another clap of thunder, louder this time, and a blast of lightening
made him tremble and slide closer to me. We lay there, spooned, listening
to the rain as it continued to unrelentingly pour down.

He continued to shiver in bed. I asked if he was cold and he said, "A
little bit."

To settle him down, I started to gently rub his belly with the tips of my
fingers. His shivering stopped so I continued to gently slide my fingers
around his belly button and then I moved my fingers to his side. My fingers
caressed his flank and slid up to his arm pit and then moved to his
chest. I made little circles with my fingers on his ribcage and when I
found his tits, I gave them each a tweak. Then my fingers gently headed
down his body, skimmed his ribcage and tummy until I found his underwear's
elastic band and then I followed the band from one side of his body to the
other. He was boning up. I could tell, and that started me to bone up. I
moved my body back from his ass. I didn't want to him to realize I was
getting hard but he moved his hips further into me and wiggled. He was
enjoying what we were doing and he knew the effect he was having on me. My
hard dick settled between his butt cheeks.

"You ok with this?" I asked.

"Yeah! It feels really good. Keep going." He said.

So I kept going. My fingers found his underwear band again and I caressed
his body just above the band, gliding my fingers on the edge but not
touching his dick although you could tell that by now he was as hard as a
nail. He held his breath every time I came close to his willy. Up and down
his torso my fingers wandered.

He said, "Wait", and turned onto this back.

Once on his back he spread his legs and pulled down his underwear to expose
his pubic regions but not his balls and dick.

"OK." He said.  It was obvious that he was enjoying what I was doing and
wonted me to have great access to his body.

My fingers picked up where they left off, only now I had more body to
touch. I reached down to stroke the inside of his leg and he moved up the
bed to make my target more accessible. I slid my fingers down the inside of
his limb and stroked his leg on the right side and came up the left side of
his leg until I reached his underwear and then stopped. He let out a quiet
disappointing groan.

I did the same with his other leg. Siding down the outside of his leg and
coming up the inside of his thigh.  Stopping at his underwear, I skipped
over his covered parts and continued to slide my fingers up his body to his
tits. I gave each of them a pinch and then headed south until I touched his
underwear band again. I skipped over his underwear and again stroked his
leg, first the right one and then the left. He was purring.

His shivering stopped. Instead his breath got heavier. By now we had been
playing for about an hour and the time was late.

"We have to stop and get to sleep. You have school tomorrow." I said.

"Really? You're going to stop? For real!" he moaned.

"Shit! I was hoping you'd do more."

"No! That's enough for tonight. If you want to do more, next time you come
to my bed, leave your underwear off. That way I know you want to play some
more."

"Can I take them off now so we can play?"

"No!  You need some time to make sure this is what you want to do. Next
time. Now, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow."

"OK," he said but I could tell he was disappointed.

I turned onto my back and although I wanted to jack off in the worse way, I
didn't think it appropriate to do it with a little guy a foot way.

Curt did not have any of those inhibitions. As I was drifting off to sleep,
I heard a rustling in the bed. I opened my eyes. I watched as he pushed
down the bed sheets and then he push down his briefs. He hooked them under
his balls. He grabbed his hard cock with his two fingers and thumbs and
started to jack off. He didn't waste any time. He went at it like a mad
man. No preamble. He just went to work as he pleasured himself.

He used his three digits and varied his speed as he pumped on his tool. For
an eleven year old, his cock was impressive. It had to be almost four
inches long and the thickness of his thumb. I watched as he worked his
tool.

On occasion he'd look at me to make sure I was still sleeping or, maybe, to
make sure I was watching him masturbate. It didn't take long before his
breathing became ragged and his body stiff. With a groan and gasp, he shot
a dry load. He was still too young to produce cum but all his parts were
working and shooting a load of boy batter would be just a matter of
time. Afterward, he just lay there with his deflating dick in his hand,
breathing hard. He looked at me again and pulled up his underwear and
blanket.

"Good night, Bob." He said.

"Night, Curt." I responded shocked at the fact he knew about masturbating
and was already doing it at eleven. I wondered what else he knew about sex.

We both fell asleep listening to the rain on the roof.

The next morning was a school day, so it was a quick breakfast and then off
to the school bus for him. As he was eating breakfast, I told him we would
be talking about last night antics at dinner.

"Does that mean we can't do it again?" he asked.

"No! I just want to make sure you're ok with it."

"I was more than `ok' with it. I loved it. I hope we can do it again." He
said with a bright white smile on his chocolate face.

"Well, that's up to you. Think about it lets talk about it tonight at
dinner."