Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:28:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wild Crazy
Subject: Naked Michael Chapter 1

       He caught my eye the very first time I saw him.  I was lying on one
of the lounge chairs after swimming around in the pool for a while, when I
heard the click of the gate opening and looked up.  He looked like he was
about twelve years old (right in my favorite age range) had his towel and
swim goggles in hand, and was wearing dark blue, square-cut swim shorts
(not those long board shorts that I hate, that most boys wear).  His dark
tan showed that he had been out in the sun shirtless a lot, and it
complimented his body nicely.  While he had lost the baby fat a lot of boys
have, his thin arms, chest, and legs did not have much in the way of
noticeable musculature, and the only visible hair was the shaggy, jet-black
stuff on top of his head.  In other words, everything I loved seeing in a
boy!

       As luck would have it, the only empty chair at the time was right
next to mine.  He dropped his stuff on the ground, sat down to untie his
shoes, and looked over at me with a smile on his face.

       "Hi, I'm Michael," he said readily.  No shyness about him, I
noticed.

       "Hey Michael, I'm Alex."  I held out my hand, and he shook it in the
way most boys his age do, kind of halfway between a firm pump and a limp
waggle.  "You sure have a nice tan; you must be out here in the pool every
day!"  I made no effort to hide how closely I was looking his body up and
down, but he seemed to either not notice or not care.

       Shaking his head, his hair flopped all over, one lock coming to rest
partly over one eye.  "We just moved here, but I swam in the lake a lot
near where we used to live."  After tossing his shoes under his chair
Michael stood up and pulled the waistband of his shorts out a bit to
straighten them out, giving me a brief glance at the lily-white skin of his
hip.  Then he grabbed his goggles and turned towards the pool.  "You coming
in?"

       I smiled, not about to waste his invitation, and stood up and
grabbed my own swim goggles.  "Sure, race you in!"  We covered the five
feet to the pool's edge together, and hit the water at the same time.  For
the next several hours, Michael and I got out of the water only when
getting ready to do a dive or to secretly get away during a game of "Marco
Polo."  When an older lady appeared and yelled at him to come home for
dinner, Michael grabbed his stuff and waved to me, promising to see me back
here tomorrow.



       I'll take this break to tell you about me.  I'm 25, and teach PE in
an elementary school a few towns over from where I live in Southern
California.  Being active on the job all day long helps me to keep my body
in shape; I'm 5'9", 150 pounds, and keep my light-brown hair (which turns
blond every summer) short enough that it spikes up on its own.  I also keep
my body shaved free of hair, except for a small trimmed patch right above
the base of my 6.5" (when hard), cut dick.

       While everyone who knows me, knows that I'm gay (as it's been since
my sophomore year of high school), I keep the fact that I like younger boys
a deeply-guarded secret (especially ones from a few years before puberty
hits until a few years after that).  Being a teacher leaves me with a lot
of time in summer to see boys and possibly be close to them in a sociable
way, but it can be agonizing during the school year when I can't be as
friendly.



       But back to (me and) Michael.  Though I didn't know it yet, he and I
would quickly become almost inseparable, and our relationship would develop
in a way I had only dreamed of before, during this summer.

       The next day I was at the pool by the timed it opened at 9AM, and
quickly started swimming laps (my frequent summertime routine).  I lived in
a very large apartment complex; it had 20-some 2- story buildings, with 3
different clubhouses, each one having its own pool and hot tub.  My
apartment, in which I lived alone, was a 2-bedroom one on a second floor;
it was on a corner of my building, and I could see into the nearest pool by
standing on the balcony off of the master bedroom.  This was one of the
reasons I chose it when apartment-hunting 2 years ago, along with the fact
that this pool was not the one attached to the complex office (that was at
the opposite end).

       About a half hour later, my swimming was interrupted by a body
splashing into the water right by me.  Standing up, I was pleased to see
that it was Michael, standing there grinning at me.

       "Told you I'd see you tomorrow!"  I nodded, smiling almost as widely
as he was.  "There's no one else here yet?"  When I shook my head no, he
let out a yell and jumped on my back, trying to dunk me underwater.  Thus
started a long match of wrestling around together in the pool, each of us
sometimes succeeding and sometimes failing to get the other's head
underwater.  I also threw him a lot, taking the opportunities to put my
hands on him everywhere to see how he reacted.  He didn't.

       A few hours later, I told Michael that I was hungry and was going
home for lunch.  When he said his Mom was at work and had left a sandwich
for him, I asked if he wanted to come have lunch with me.  He readily
agreed, so we climbed out of the pool and grabbed our stuff.  Nodding my
head towards the clubhouse I told him to follow me, which he did with a
perplexed look on his face.  I walked into the men's bathroom/shower room,
dropped my stuff onto a bench, and walked into the open shower area, where
I slid my bathing suit off and twisted it to wring out the water.

       "I always do this before going home from the pool.  Feels cool that
way," I explained, and smiled when I saw him do the same without
hesitation.  I looked at him standing next to me naked; his white
midsection stood out in stark contrast to the deep tan on the rest of his
body, including his nicely-shaped buttocks and decent-sized dick and balls.
He had a small little patch of short pubes right at the base of his dick,
proving that he was in the early stages of puberty.  I couldn't help but
lick my lips.  "OK naked boy, wrap your towel around your waist, and let's
go eat!"  Giggling, he followed my lead, and we walked to my apartment like
that.

       After unlocking my door, I put my goggles and sandals on the tiled
entryway floor and told Michael to do the same, which he did.  "What about
our towels?  Mine's wet," he commented, running his hands over his sides
and front.

       "I drape mine over the shower curtain rod, to dry until I need it
again," I said, pulling it off of me and walking naked down the hall to the
bathroom, while looking over my shoulder to see if Michael would do the
same.  He did.  I was happy to see that he had no reservations about
nudity, as we both stayed naked for the next 45 minutes while eating, and
he never once tried to cover himself.  I also noticed that, like many boys
when they're naked, he kept touching himself subconsciously; in fact, at
one point he had a semi-erection pointing out, but didn't seem bothered or
embarrassed by it.

       After we finished eating, I put our dirty dishes in the sink.  "Do
you want to go back to the pool now, or hang out here for a while?" I said
to Michael, secretly hoping he'd want to stay.  But he immediately jumped
up with boyish enthusiasm.

       "Swim!"  I smiled to hide my (mild) disappointment and followed him
down the hall to retrieve our swimsuits and towels; I also took the
opportunity to give his bare butt a playful smack, to which he merely
giggled.  Reluctantly I watched him slide on his swimsuit, thus covering up
the naked body I had enjoyed watching, but I figured there was more than a
good chance I'd have other opportunities to see it in the (near?) future.
Once we both had our suits back on, we got the rest of our swim things and
headed back to the pool.  It was more crowded than it had been in the
morning, and I spent the afternoon sharing Michael's attention with some
other boys that were there.  When I mentioned that it was 5:00 he said that
he had to go home because his Mom would be home from work soon, but asked
me to come with him to meet her.  I agreed, and we gathered up our stuff to
head over there.  Michael headed towards the clubhouse; I followed him in,
and stood there watching him strip off his suit and wrap his towel around
him again.

       "I'd better keep my swimsuit on, since I'm going to meet your Mom."
Michael shrugged and then picked up the rest of his things, and we walked
back through the pool area and out the gate.  When we reached the edge of
the lawn that surrounded the playground that was in the middle of this
group of apartment buildings he took off running, grinning at me over his
shoulder.

       "Race you!"  I took off after him at a slower pace, deciding to let
him win the "race."  We were halfway across the lawn, with me about four
feet behind him, when Michael's foot snagged his towel; it slid off of his
hips, and floated to the ground.  I stopped and picked it up, while
watching Michael.  He slowed to a jog, stopped after a few feet and turned
around, and then casually sauntered back to me, grinning widely.

       "Lose something?"  I laughed as I held the towel out.  He grabbed
it, and seemed to take his time replacing it around his hips.  Once again I
happily noticed his apparent indifference towards nudity.  In fact, once we
got to his apartment he dumped his towel in a pile of laundry and remained
naked, only pulling on a pair of tightie whities moments before his Mom
arrived.  Michael introduced me to his Mom, Debbie; I added a brief
explanation of our meeting each other the day before, my having him over
for lunch, and the fact that I lived in the building across from the pool.
Patting Michael on his bare shoulder, she looked down at his briefs-clad
body and apologized for her son's lack of modesty.

       "Don't worry about it, I was a boy once too," I said, smiling at the
both of them.  "Besides we're in his home, it's his right to be
comfortable."  The three of us stood there for a while talking and getting
to know each other, and I told Debbie about being a PE teacher in the
district right down the freeway.  After a while Michael began fidgeting
restlessly, until he grabbed her hand and tugged on it.

       "Mom, when's dinner?  I'm STAR-VING!"  Debbie and I both grinned,
and she discretely rolled her eyes at him.

       "In a while Michael, we're talking right now."

       Then Michael moved over and took one of my hands in his.  "Can Alex
stay for dinner?  PLEASE, Mom?"  I was surprised at his open friendliness,
especially right in front of his Mom, but she seemed to take it in stride,
and did ask me to stay.  After accepting their invitation I went home and
changed into regular clothes, though when I returned to their apartment
Michael was still only in his briefs, and remained that way through dinner
and while we sat on the couch afterwards, talking.  When Debbie told
Michael that it was time for him to take his shower and get ready for bed,
he ran into his room.  I thanked Debbie for dinner, and said it was time
for me to be heading home.  But before I got to the door, Michael ran naked
across the room and jumped against me, giving me a hug and saying he'd see
me in the pool tomorrow.  I looked at Debbie, a bit alarmed at his actions
right in front of her, but she just smiled and told me that I'd see a lot
of that kind of open and immodest behavior if I spent much time around
Michael.

       That would become very true over the next few days.