Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2012 13:41:29 -0700
From: Karl <karlsfriend@gmail.com>
Subject: My Obsession Pt2

Thanks for all the encouraging letters you all have sent.  Before I begin I
have to start with some warnings.  Warning: If you are under 18, don't read
this.  Warning: If you are over 18 but are thinking of doing it with
someone UNDER 18, don't read this.  (Unless of course you live in one of
those wonderful countries that says decisions are between himself and his
16 yo friend.)  Warning: DON'T hurt the boy in the next room or down the
street.

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Now on to more adventures with Stevie.

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My Obsession - Part 2

When I woke up in the morning my hand immediately went down to my crotch.
Now that I knew what you could do with it.  I was fascinated by the feel of
my own boy meat.  I noticed that if I did like daddy did and rubbed the
skin back and forth over the tip for a while that I got a tingly feeling.
It felt kinda good but kinda weird too.  I heard daddy walking out of the
bathroom and went running into the hall.

"Daddy, can we talk now?", I said excitedly.

"Whoa, Whoa, buddy.  Daddy hasn't even had his coffee this morning.  He's
still a little tired.

I slumped back and sighed.

"Okay, but can we talk about...", I said then whispering, "you know.  The
boy stuff?"

He looked at me and said with a sigh, "Later buddy.  Daddy needs to eat and
then get ready for work.  When I get home maybe we can talk about it."  He
ran his fingers through his hair and started walking down the hall toward
the kitchen.  Daddy had a lot of hair under his arms.  I looked under my
arms but it was smooth.  I wondered what it was like.  I lightly touched my
underarm and it tickled so I stopped.  I think hair must tickle.

Oh well.  I went into the bathroom and peed.  I watched as my "little
winky", as grandma called it, let out a long stream of pee.  I wondered if
that's how the white stuff came out.  Daddy peed like me, but the white
stuff came out of there too.  I really needed to ask daddy how it worked.

I pulled up my pj bottoms and ran into the kitchen.  Daddy was sitting in
his chair drinking coffee and mommy was making daddy some eggs.

"Do you want eggs for breakfast?", she asked looking over at me.

"Can I have cereal instead?", I whined.

"Yes.  If you sit at the table like a big boy," my mommy said as she went
into the pantry to get the cereal.

"Daddy," I whispered loudly.

He lowered a corner of the paper and looked at me.

I continued in my loud whisper, "How does the white stuff come out of the
same place pee comes out of?"

Daddy looked a little angry and frustrated.  "Stevie, not now.  I asked you
nicely.  Your mom doesn't understand boy stuff.  Please don't ask me
again," he said putting a final emphasis on the last part.

Daddy was being mean and I didn't understand why.  When mommy came back to
the table with the bowl and cereal she looked at me and said, "What's
wrong?"

I looked over at daddy, but said, "Nothin'."

Daddy looked over his paper again and said, "I think our little talk
yesterday got his wheels turnin'.  Just a lot of questions I told him we'd
talk about later."

I looked over at him again.

"I promise," he said with a smile.  He set down his newspaper and drank
coffee while he and mommy talked about stuff about the house.  I was
thinking about the other stuff.  Daddy finished his breakfast and mommy
took the plate.  He got up and stretched and I could see his weiner against
his pajama bottoms.  It looked so big.  He saw me looking and lowered his
arms like he was embarrassed, then he just shrugged a little.  "I'm gonna
go jump in the shower," he said scratching between his legs.  It made his
weiner flop around even more.

I liked cereal.  I ate it as often as my mommy would let me.  I'd try to
make the marshmellows sink.  I liked to save them for last.  When I had
eaten the last bit of cereal I tipped the bowl up and drank the sugar milk
at the bottom.  But I over-estimated the size of my mouth and milk spilled
down my front.

"Oh Stevie," my mommy said.  "Go to the bathroom and take those off.  Get a
washcloth and I'll be in there in a minute."

I walked down to the bathroom but daddy was taking a shower.

"Daddy's in the shower mommy," I said as an explanation as to why I
couldn't enter the bathroom.

"Is the door locked?", she asked in a tone suggesting that it was never
locked before, why should it be locked now.

I'd never really thought about it.  I just didn't ever go into the bathroom
when daddy was in there.  I opened the door and was greeted by a big wall
of steam.  'Boy, daddy sure likes to use hot water', I thought.  I noticed
how all the mirrors were steamed up.  Daddy was whistling and I could hear
him rubbing his body with the wash cloth.  I walked over to the shower
curtain and stuck my head in.  Daddy was rinsing his hair.  I watched as
the water ran down over the hair on his chest and through the hair on his
tummy and then into his hair around his big weiner.  It just swung back and
forth as he leaned back and rinsed his hair.  I watched in awe as it
flopped over his really big balls.  How did he ever get it in his pants?

He leaned forward and as he brought his head out from under the shower head
I said, "Hi daddy."  He jumped and made a grunt.  I realized I had scared
him.

"I scared you.  I scared you," I said laughing.

"Yes you did.  What's up buddy?", he said turning off the shower.  "Hand
daddy his towel," he said pointing over my shoulder.

"I spilled milk on my pajamas.  Mommy said I have to wash with a wash cloth
now," I said a little begrudgingly.

Just then mommy came into the bathroom.  "I see one of us still has his
dirty pajamas on," she said looking at me.

"Not me," daddy said with his hands up.  "See, I got no pajamas on at all,"
he said rubbing the towel over his body.

Mommy grabbed a washcloth and got it wet and began peeling off my pajamas.

"Stevie, stop staring at daddy and get out of those pajamas," she said
annoyed that I was watching my big burly father run the towel between his
legs.  The fat sausage was falling from side to side.  I definitely liked
weiners better.

Daddy finished drying off and went out of the bathroom.

"Mommy, how come daddy's weiner is a different color than the rest of his
body?", I asked innocently.

"Well, some people's skin is darker in other places," she said a little
flustered by my attention to daddy's weiner.

"But mine is the same color as my body," I said grabbing it between my
forefinger and thumb.  "See," I said pointing it at her.

"Stevie, let go of that," she said completely flabbergasted.  "Well, that's
because you have skin like mommy's.  Daddy has darker skin because he's
Italian.  Mommy has light skin because she's English," she said in a kinder
voice.

"Oh," I said trying to take it in.  "Will my skin get dark like daddy's?",
I asked.

"No honey.  You're skin is like mine.  It won't get darker," she said
washing my face with the wash cloth.  "You'll probably have skin like
mommy's that just turns red from too much sun," she said rinsing me off.

"Now go get some clothes on.  The plumber's coming a little later so mommy
has to get ready too," and she patted me on the butt.  I walked out of the
bathroom naked.  I walked over to my bedroom and felt my weiner as I went.
I could feel it getting hard and I stopped to admire it.  Daddy was walking
out of his bedroom tying his tie.

"Hey sport, I know you just found that thing but don't do that in front of
mommy.  She doesn't understand how much boys love their weiners," he said
giving me a wink and then he grabbed his weiner in his pants.  I giggled
and ran into my room to put on clothes.

As I came out of my room dressed in my favorite shorts and tshirt mommy
yelled from the shower, "Honey, leave me a check for the plumber.  We have
that leak in the basement and I can't figure it out.  He's coming this
morning."

"Okay.  I'll leave it on the counter.  Have a good day," he yelled to her.
He'd gone back to grab his suit jacket that made him look all professional.
Then he looked at me and said, "Okay buddy.  Be good and don't let mommy
catch you with your hand down your pants, okay?"  I nodded and pulled my
hand out of my shorts giggling.  "Good man," he said with a smile.

I sat and watched cartoons for a while.  There was a knock at the door.  I
went over to the window and saw a man in a suit that zipped up the front.
He was carrying a tool box and he saw me look up at him from the window.
He waved at me.

"Mommy, I think the plumber man is here," I said yelling down the hall.

"Oh, already.  I thought he was going to be a little later," she said as
she walked out of the bedroom combing her hair.  He saw mommy walking
toward the door and waved at her through the window in the door.

He looked older than daddy.  He was kinda short but he looked muscley.  He
and mommy talked for a little bit.  I could see his bulges in his
coveralls.  All of them!  I wondered if he made white stuff.

"Hey lil' guy," he said with a thick accent.  I waved at him and walked
over to him and said "Hi.  Are you gonna fix our pipes?"

"Well, I hope so," he said hiking the heavy tool box with one arm.  When he
did that it made his bulge in his pants look really big and I could see the
muscles in his arms too.

"Stevie, this is Mr. Costellano," she said introducing him to me. He smiled
a big grin, shifted his tool box and shook my hand.

"Here, let me show you where it is," mommy said leading him down the steps
into the basement.  I followed them down and watched as mommy explained the
problem and he just nodded and said, "Should not be more than couple of
hours.  I have to replace this pipe but I have in the truck.  I'll be right
back."

He went up the stairs and out the door.  I said, "Mommy, how come he talks
funny?"

"He doesn't talk funny honey.  He just has an accent.  He's from another
country," she explained.

"Do they talk like that there?"

"No honey, they talk in another language.  You know like Mrs. Gonzales when
she talks to her friends," she said grinning.

I liked Mrs. Gonzales.  She cleaned the house for the lady next door and
sometimes would bring one of her friends with her.  I would wave at her
from the window and she would wave back and smile.  One day she brought me
a thing called a pin-ya-ta.  It was really cool and kinda big but when she
handed it to me it was lighter than I thought it would be.  She explained
that it came from her country and that on my birthday I could fill it with
candy and then take turns with my friends breaking it open.  I thanked her
and told her I liked it too much and I wanted to save it not break it.  She
just smiled and said it was a gift and I could do whatever I wanted with
it.  When I showed mommy she said how pretty it was and I could hang it
from a nail in my room.  So I sort of understood about how there were
people from other places.

Mommy and I went up stairs and Mr. Costellano came back in holding a piece
of pipe.  "See, I have in truck.  The old pipe, I take her out and replace
with good pipe."

Mommy said, "Alright then.  I have some phone calls to make.  If you need
anything just let me know.  I'll let you get started"

He smiled and nodded and headed down the stairs.  I started to follow him
but mommy stopped me.  "Honey, leave him alone so he can work."

"Is alright," he said smiling.  "Maybe teach him how to become a plumber."

I looked back at from Mr. Costellano back to mommy hoping she would say it
was okay.

"Okay.  But if he gets in your way just send him back upstairs," she said
to him.  Then she turned to me and said, "Stevie you can watch but don't
get in his way.  If he asks you to help, that's okay, but don't bother
him."

I nodded enthusiastically and Mr. Costellano smiled and said, "You be my
assistant today, huh?"

I smiled and took the pipe out of his hand, it was heavier than it looked
when he was carrying it.  "See mommy, I'm helping," I said straining a
little to hold it.

"Really, if he gets in your way...", mommy began again.

"Is okay," he assured her.  "But here," he said taking the pipe from me,
"Is dangerous on the stairs for a little boy.  I take.  You can help with
tools," he said pointing to the tool box.

I gratefully handed over the pipe.  My arms were a little tingly from the
heavy pipe.

He headed down the stairs and I followed him.  While we were in the
basement I noticed he didn't have to bend his head down like daddy did.

"I must shut off water.  I be right back," he said as he headed back up the
stairs.  I heard him talking to mommy and then I heard the front door open
and close.  While I was sitting there I began to realize how dark and cold
the basement was.  There were only a couple of small windows that looked
outside and they were high up.  The light bulb overhead was just bright
enough to throw shadows around the basement.  I started to get a little
scared and then I heard the door open and close and Mr. Costellano was
walking down the stairs again.  He also had a small box.  I didn't know
what was in it.  But as he came closer he set the box down on the ground
and stepped up on it so he could reach the pipes better.

"The water must be shut off, else you get all wet when we take out pipe,"
he said explaining his actions.  I just nodded and watched while he shined
a flashlight overhead.  He made a few tapping noises with the flashlight
and looked down at his toolbox.  "Hand me wrench," he said pointing at the
toolbox.  I looked at his toolbox.  There were lots of things in there.  I
didn't know which one was the wrench.  He saw my look of confusion and
reached into the toolbox and said, "This is wrench.  See, this turn and
makes this part smaller or bigger."  I understood.  I smiled and said,
"Okay."

"I know.  You hold flashlight for me to see better," he said handing me the
flashlight.

That I knew how to do.  I took the flashlight and held it up where he was
working.  It forced me to move in closer to him.  I could feel the heat
coming from his body.  While he was reaching up and using the wrench on the
pipes his coveralls tugged at his crotch making it look really big.  I
could see the part that was weiner and the part that was balls.  I was
trying to figure out how big it was when he said, "Move flashlight over
here.  I cannot see good."  He was turning and twisting.  My face was next
to the big bulge.  I leaned against him so I could get the light right
where he was working.  I couldn't help it.  I leaned right against the big
bulge but he didn't seem to notice.  He just kept working.  He gave one
final tug and the pipe loosened and water came out.  I jumped back.  It
didn't get on me but Mr. Costellano was standing right under it.  It got
his coveralls all wet.  He said something in a different language but I
could tell it was probably a bad word.

I looked up at him and there was water all down the front of his coveralls.
He said he needed to get a towel from his truck but I told him mommy had
one he could use.  I ran upstairs and grabbed a towel from the linen closet
and headed back down the stairs.  Mr. Costellano took the towel and thanked
me while wiping his face.

"I need to take off this," he said looking down at his wet suit.  "Maybe
you go upstairs.  I not have pants on under this," he said wiping the front
of his coveralls.

"That's okay," I said eagerly.  "My daddy walks around in his underwear all
the time."

Just then mommy yelled down the stairs.  "Mr. Costellano?  Is everything
okay?  I saw Stevie run up and grab a towel.  Is he getting in your way?",
mommy said.

"No, no.  I just get water on my suit.  He is good boy.  He is good
helper," he said.

I smiled because I was helping.  That's why I was confused when he said I
should go upstairs.  "I no want you should see me in my with no pants.
Your mamma does not want you down here with strange man and no pants," he
said in a fatherly tone.  "Is not right."

I leaned forward and used my finger to motion him to come closer.  He
leaned forward and I whispered, "I know mommies don't understand boy
things.  It's okay.  I won't tell."

He pulled back and looked at me like he didn't understand.

I sighed and whispered loudly, "Daddy said mommies don't understand boy
things.  If I see your weiner I won't tell."

He seemed genuinely shocked at that statement.  He quickly looked up the
stairs and then back at me.

"But you are little boy.  You should not see men there," he said looking
down at his unzipped coveralls.

"I like seeing men there," I said.  "Do you make white stuff?", I asked all
excited at the prospect.

"How you know about white stuff?", he whispered.  I noticed his breathing
had gotten a little heavier.

"A man at the mall let me taste his," I said in as worldly a tone as I
could manage.

"And you like?", he said looking nervously back at the stairs.

"Uh huh," I said thinking about it a little, "Can I taste yours?"

"Little boys should not be tasting that.  You are little boy.  You not want
to do that," he said hoarsley.

I reached forward and felt the lump in his pants.  He moaned a little but
didn't try to stop me.  I tried to stick my hand inside but it was too
tight.  He looked back up the stairs and slowly unzipped the coveralls all
the way down.  When he did that a big white cotton lump fell out.  His
weiner was getting hard and making his underwear pop out of his zipper.  He
just stood there but didn't try to stop me.  I reached up and kneaded the
big lump.  It got fatter so I pulled the elastic band out and could see
right into his underwear.  His weiner was not as big as daddy's, or even
Henry's but it was really thick.  It made me think of the orange ice cream
push ups mommy liked.  He had lots of hair all over.

I pulled the underwear down so that his weiner popped right out.  He
inhaled really deeply.  He smelled kinda funny down there.  It smelled like
daddy after he was out in the yard all day.  I looked at his weiner and
looked up at him.  "How come yours doesn't have skin on it like mine and
daddy's?", I asked.  He didn't say anything.  He just kept looking forward.
I tugged on it a couple of times and it got harder.  Finally I decided I
wanted to do like the lady in the movie.  I leaned forward and put the end
of it in my mouth.

"Oh mio Dio!", he said through clenched teeth.

"Did I do it wrong?", I said pulling back.

"No.  You are good boy," he said softly.  "Maybe we not do this," he said
in a not so convincing voice.

Since I didn't do it wrong I leaned forward and put it in my mouth again
and tried to fit more in.  He pulled back a little.

"Maybe you should cover teeth, do not bite," he said giving me my first
lessons on how to give a blow job.

I used my lips to cover my teeth and put it in my mouth again.  I tried to
put more in my mouth but it was very thick.  Then I felt his hands on the
side of my head.  He started moving his hard weiner in and out of my mouth.
He did it a few times and then he said, "You are good boy.  Drink all of
it."  It dawned on me he was going to make the white stuff in my mouth.
Just then he pushed forward just a little more and my mouth was full of
liquid.  It was coming out in spurts in my mouth.  Some was coming out of
the corners of my mouth.  I could feel it dripping out.  He held my head in
place until I was forced to swallow.  As I felt the last of it hit the back
of my throat I realized my own hand was on the front of my shorts and I was
rubbing against my own weiner.  He let my head go and I pulled away a
little shocked at what just happened.  He looked at me a little frightened.

"You are okay?", he said a little panic in his voice.  "I get too excited.
I not hurt you?", he was trying to keep himself calm.

I shook my head.  "No.  It was neat.  But I didn't get to see it."

He gave a slight laugh and said, "I sorry.  Just no one ever do that for
me.  You are good boy.  Like a professional."  He was quickly zipping up
his coveralls.  Apparently it mattered less that he was wet than being
caught.

I smiled because he said I was good at it.  He took the towel he had used
earlier and said, "Let me wipe face.  You have little on your chin."

I quickly brought my hand up to my face and wiped a big gob of something
off my chin.  I looked at it.  It was sort of like Henry's but it was
thicker.  I licked it off my fingers.

"You like, huh?", he said in awe.

I shook my head yes and opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show him
I ate it all.

"You are good helper but I need to fix.  Maybe you go upstairs now, okay?",
he said nervously.

"Okay," I said a little begrudgingly.

"Is our secret, yes?  Between boys," he confirmed.

I shook my head and smiled.  I headed upstairs.  My mouth tasted a little
funny and I was thirsty.  Plus my lips felt puffy.  I put my fingers to
them but they seemed normal.

When I got upstairs mommy was still on the phone.  She saw me come up the
stairs and put her hand over the phone.  She asked, "Is Mr. Costellano
finished?"

"No, but he said he needed to get work done and I should come back up
stairs.  Can I have something to drink?", I asked.

"There's some Kool-aid in the refridgerator.  You can have a glass but be
careful not to spill it," mommy said and then went back to her phone call.

I got some Kool-aid out of the refridgerator and poured a glass all by
myself.  Then I went back to the living room and turned on the TV.  Now I
knew how to do what that lady did in the movie.  I felt tired.  I laid down
to watch TV but fell asleep.


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