Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2006 20:50:58 -0800 (PST)
From: John Harlington <zanpaper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paul Palmer's Apartment Part 006

Disclaimer: do not continue reading this work of fiction if you do not care
for fiction m/b or b/b literature. There are no real characters or
situations involved.

PART 006

Paul Palmer = 22 years old, short brown hair, blue eyes, fairly muscular,
boyish look, university graduate now recently completed his Med Tech
license. Living in an apartment.

Jon Albertson = 13 years old, brassy hair that has highlights of blond,
green eyes, medium build, slim, 100% all boy.

Ginny = Jon's mom.

PART 006: MORE INTERACTION

The days had passed since Jon has his first masturbation and cum explosion
in Paul's apartment. It was Thursday and Paul found himself checking the
parking lot for Jon. He was deeply in love with the hot boy. He was so
happy that he could usher Jon into the boyhood happiness of self
pleasuring! How Paul wondered what was now going on in Jon's apartment and
bedroom!

THURSDAY MORNING 9:00am

Paul is lifting himself from the cum stained bed linens in his bedroom. He
has been up and down constantly masturbating from the highly detailed
images he captured of Jon's very first orgasm by masturbation. The look on
his face. The drawing up of the boy's balls. The close ups of his spurting
young cock. The sighs of relief from expelling his pent up boy load. Paul's
digital high resolution remote still and video cameras had caught every
fabulous detail. He played back the stereo sound track of the boy's moaning
and climaxing. It was so hot! Paul's room smelled of man sperm! Paul was
happy and had a silly grin on his face when the phone rang.

"Oh! Hello Ginny! How are you? How is work?"

"Fine. Wish I could only work three days a week. Ha ha. Listen,
Paul. Thanks so much for getting Jon cleared on the medical exam thing. Our
medical insurance just came through on Jon. Thanks!!"

"No problem. Our clinic signed off on Jon's exam. Glad we could fax it to
the company."

"Thanks for signing off on my loan papers for Jon - being his guardian. The
loan people just notified me of being accepted! Thanks Paul! We owe you
lots!!"

"I hope it helps out, Ginny. Jon is quite a boy. I really enjoy being with
him."

"I'm so glad to hear that! Jon loves being with you. He talks non-stop
about you. He sketched a drawing of you and him together, holding hands,
being together, playing your game system. It is so cute. He really adores
you. Paul, Jon is so happy these days!"

"That's so good to hear. He is a growing boy."

"Yes Paul, he is all boy! He's even keeping his room much cleaner. It is
amazing!  Whaterver you are teaching the boy, keep it up." (Paul GULPS on
the phone, and now realizes Jon must have a typical young boy crush on an
athletic young guy of 22, himself!)

"I will Ginny. I enjoy working with Jon. Watching him grow. I mean. He's
just a typical boy."

"That's great! Listen, I will pay you to look in on Jon. I prepare him
lunch each day, as I have to work. He is supposed to do the laundry today,
but I'm kinda of scared of him taking that load by himself to the laundry."

"No problem Ginny. I can check on him, and you don't have to pay me! Keep
that loan money for what you need! Jon and I are best buds."

"Oh ok Paul. You are his hero. He turns 13 years old this Saturday. I want
you there to help celebrate."

"I will. I wouldn't miss it for the world! Ok Ginny, I will go check on our
boy now."

"Good Paul. I've already called him. He will be expecting you. Thanks
again. Feel free to eat lunch at our apartment. Thanks again. Bye."

Paul quickly takes a shower and spruces up his natural good looks. He
thinks his boy has a heavy case of puppy love. He is crushing on Paul. How
they love each other! Paul is looking good as he steps out of his apartment
and quickly reaches Jon's door.

PHWOOOOOOOOOSSSHHH!!!! (the apartment door opens rapidly in expectation of
Paull)

"Hi Paul! Mom was telling me you would come over and eat with me. This
rocks!"

"Yeah dude. It rocks! Aren't you gonna invite me in?"

Jon grabs Paul by the hands and tows him into Jon's apartment. They both
laugh and Paul pretends to pull back. However, he would not resist this boy
for anything in the world.  Paul immediately notices that the boy is
wearing a soft light blue velour short shorts of the 1970s, courtesy of the
Thrift Store. As Jon pulls on Paul, his boy dick wags back and forth
beneath the snug short shorts. From side to side it wags. He is a growing
healthy boy! The boy is bare-chested and grinning. His 6 pack developing
boy abs tense with each pull on Paul. His oval nipples sag down with the
tensing of his pectorals.

"What are you doing without a shirt on boy?"

"Laundry day!" replies a blushing Jon.

"Yes, your mom called me to help you load up the machines and help you wash
the clothes. I might get a free lunch out of the deal." (not wanting to
appear too eager)

"Yeeeahhhh!" beckons Jon.

"Ok! Ok! You win" grimaces Paul as he notes how Jon's developing smooth
biceps bulge. Hairless arm pits.

SLAM! CLICK! (door locks)

"I gotta be careful of strangers"

"Or they might t i c k l e you to death!!!"  Paul grabs his boy playfully
as Jon lets out a squeal of boyish delight. The two wrestle on the floor,
as Jon's young dick flops wildly about in the soft velour snug shorts. His
butt is so firm and round. Jon laughs till he cries and both are red faced.

"I'm so glad you are over here with me, Paul. It gets really really really
lonely here when mom is gone all day working!" Jon sweeps the blond hair
out of his eyes

"I love it Jon. It is so cool being with you! But I bet you have some
laundry to do!"

Jon blushes and stands up. He motions for Paul to follow him down the
hallway towards the bedroom. Paul drawls seeing the tight rear view as each
firm bun moves up and down.  They come to a pile of sheets and clothes. The
boy playfully picks up a pair of sweaty white athletic socks and crinkles
his nose indicating they need washing. He moves to his bed sheets.

"Look!!" Jon holds up his linens.

"Well that is great Jon. Look at that! I don't see a single
spot. Nothing. Bet your mom is happy!"

Jon nods shyly and tugs at his dick which bounces back in his shorts.

"Yeah. Thanks for teaching me how to relieve all that pressure so my sheets
wouldn't get stained."

"Pressure?" Paul plays dumb.

"Ahhh you know!" (Jon punches him in the arm) Doing this (does the up and
down motion with his hand smiling).

"Ooooh. Oh, I get you. You mean masturbation."

"Shhhhhhhhhh. Don't say it too loud!"

"Oh yeah, granny Smith next door would really have to turn up her hearing
aid to hear that."

"Um, yeah. I guess."

"So you been doing it a lot?"

"Whut?" Looks through his blond bangs of hair.

"Now you're acting dumb." POP (Paul pops him in his bicep playfully)

"Yeah, I guess. I mean it feels so great."

"So, how many times?"

"Times?"

"How many times do you do it in a day?"

"Um, GULP. (BLUSHES). Well, like when I get up in the morning. Um, when I
take a shower. And uh, and. At noon. And when I go to bed."

"What? Whoooa boy. You're gonna tear that thing off!"

Both laugh and catch each other in their arms. They hug. Paul pats his boy
on his butt.

"I almost called you last night."

"Why didn't you Jon?"

"Um, well, I was embarrassed. I did it like that many times yesterday and
my balls really started to hurt bad. I wondered if I hurt myself."

"Oh . Ha ha ha ha. Hee ha ha ha. Your balls hurt because you jacked off a
million times yesterday! That's all!"

The boy looks sheepish and down at the floor. He shuffles his bare feet.
"They kind still hurt some now. I did it just before you came over. When I
got off the phone with my mom."

"Ok Jon. Let me check em out for you. To make sure you didn't hurt
them. And by the way, did you check yourself to make sure you don't have
any masses in your testicles?  Like I showed you during the exam?"

"Um, I forgot." Jon is very NAÏVE and sheltered due to his home schooling.

"Well, good thing I asked. You have to check yourself every day!
Understand? (sternly speaking, Jon sees Paul's serious side).

"Uh huh."

PHWWOOSSSH!!!!  (With one firm grip Paul tugs down the snug velour short
shorts letting the boy's impressive dick wag back and forth. The balls
descend happily down. Hung. As they were in tight confines. Jon stands with
his hands by his sides, looking at the kneeling Paul)

"Hmmm. Nice hanging balls. Is that tender? (Squeezes the boy's balls)

"OOOwwww!!! Yeah!"

"Just what I thought. They need recharging. What are you jizzing your stuff
into?"

"Jizz?"

"Spewing your sperm, boy. What do you shoot it into?"

"Um, before you came over, that paper towel on the kitchen counter."

"You left it on the counter?"

"I was going to throw it away but then I saw you coming!"

"I see. Well, your dick looks a little red too, from all that jacking you
apparently have been doing. But, as you can see, no more wet dreams!"

Both do a High Five with their hands. SLAP!  The boy reaches for his short
shorts on the floor but Paul grabs them away.

"These need washing too! I will be back Jon. I am going to start this load
of laundry.  We're guys anyways. I will be back."

SLAM!

Jon sits naked in the kitchen chair as he hears Paul walk down to the
apartment laundry.  The boy looks at his dick and flops it about. He
realizes there is not a single towel, tea towel, washcloth or anything to
hide his nakedness! It is all in the wash.

CLICK CLACK OPEN CRrreeeak

Paul returns smiling at his naked boy.

"The wash will be ready in 45 minutes. Then I will dry it for an hour. So,
what's for lunch?"

"Um, I got my mom to get some Chinese last night. We can have left overs."

Paul prepares the quick meal. As Jon turns and watches cartoons on TV (Paul
thinks he is a bit old to be watching cartoons!) Paul unfolds the crumpled
paper towel. He scoops up the sizeable wad of boy sperm that he had
ejaculated. "No wonder Jon's balls are red and ache! Look at this goo!" He
spreads the stuff on Jon's lunch.

"Here ya go buddy."

The two pull up TV trays and sit close on the sofa.

"Mmm. I love Chinese." Jon eats the leftovers as he eyes Paul eating his
meal.  Jon sucks up his own white wad and gulps it down. "Weird, that was
kinda sweet. Like a big glob of sweet and sour. But it was milky."

Paul tries to constrain his painful erection mounding up in his tight
jeans. He realizes the boy's cum is still sweet and has not turned salty
yet.

As the boy turns and smiles at Paul, a string of his own boy stuff hangs
down from one corner of his lip. He wipes it with his hairless muscled
forearm.

"Burp! Ha ha ha." Jon leans back with his head in his arms against the sofa
back. Paul turns off the TV and removes the trays and then sits next to his
naked boy. He sees where the boy has lifted up his thick boy dick and put
it to one side of his hairless thigh. His balls are hairless and shiny.

"So Jon. I saw that cute girl at the pool hitting on you the other day."

"Awww. That girl? Nah. Girls do that all the time to me. They say I'm
cute."

"Well, aren't they hot?"

"Huh? No way! Yuck! I don't like girls. Yuck. Boys are more fun. Uh
(BLUSHES) You know. Um. Basketball. Baseball. Soccer. Swimming. And junk."

"So when you do it, do you think of hot girls?"

"No way!! The guys playing basketball.....uh.....what's on TV?"

"Give me back the remote Jon. You said the other day that you thought of
your friends that you play basketball with."

"Oh. They are just my friends. Yeah. Friends."

Paul notices that Jon's youthful developing sizeable boy dick twitches and
rolls and elongates to semi-hard and to five inches slowly rising off the
thigh.

"What's that Jon?" Paul points to the lumbering excited dick. Jon quickly
covers it with both hands but it is arching up.

"Uh nothing. Nothing."

Paul removes the boy's hands and holds them back.  THWWWAPPP! The excited
boy dick comes to life and climbs straight up into a beautiful arching hard
boy erection. The head is defined and spear like.

"Sure they are just friends? They look pretty cute from what I've seen. Now
who are they?"

"Uh, GULP. Joey has the blond hair. Jim has the brown hair, freckles. Blake
has the black hair. And Timmy has the blue eyes and red hair in his
eyes. Uh. My friends."

"Those boys 11,12,13 and 14 that you play ball with? When you think about
them, you get like this?" Paul bends down Jon's hard dick and lets it FLAWP
noisly against his flat abs. THWAP THOP TWIP

"Um, I dunno. I wanna watch toons. Um. Isn't time to get the laundry?"
Jon's lips begin to tremble.

"It's ok Jon. Feeling that way about your friends is cool. It is
natural. After all, they're not yucky girls."

"Right. I mean. Yeah. Boys are better than girls any day."

"Yeah, that's cool Jon. And you fall asleep dreaming about playing with
your friends, I mean, basketball?"

"Oh yeah! Every night, when I woke up with sticky sheets. I dreamt about
passing the ball to Jim and Blake. And wrestling with them.But now I just
do what you taught me and no more spots! (big boy smile).  Paul is doing
everything he can from reaching over and jacking Jon off in a frenzied
masturbation marathon. But he resists. His hidden digital camera is
drinking in the glory.

"Paul, my uncle was gay. He lived with us before he died. Don't tell mom,
but I found some of his magazines."

"Ok Jon. Look, I gotta change out the laundry. I will be back."

Paul returns and finds the boy lying on the floor watching TV. His balls
protrude from between his butt. His dick is underneath his stomach.

Paul is flushed with desire. He lays with his chin resting on the boy's
butt crack and arms over his thighs as he watches the boy watches TV. He
kisses the glossy hairless balls bulging from the compression of his
body. He spreads the legs wider apart to reveal the hairless tight pink
virgin hole. He licks it. It is clean.

"Hey! Whatta you doing back there?" The mophead of hair flings about.

"Raise up your legs so I can check your prostate gland, Jon."

"Huh? You mean, look in my hole?"

"Yes, that's the only way I can check. You remember from our sex studies
what the prostate gland was all about, don't you boy?"

"Uh, yeah. I remember. Mom use to put suppositories in there when I had
trouble with pooping. When I was little."

"Well, I need to check for any masses there."

Paul dripped some of his hot spit onto the pink hole while the boy was
occupied with the action thriller on TV. Paul gently rubbed the spit into
the hole. He slowly entered the boy's hole with one spit covered finger and
probed slowly about. The boy grimaced a few times, looked half way back a
few times, but resumed watching TV. Paul entered with two fingers and felt
the prostate gland. It was not full or gorged as the boy had recently
masturbated his load before Paul arrived. He withdrew.

"How did that examination feel?"

"Kinda hurt. But felt tingly and weird."

"Yeah."

Paul ends up cradling the boy in his arms. Jon becomes more receptive to
being held.  He loses a lot of his modesty, enjoying his strong male
mentor. Paul brings back the laundry and the two help fold and put away
items. The boy redresses into his jeans and shirt. Paul gets up to leave.

"Listen Jon, I will be at your 13th Birthday Party. Ok?"

"You better. Swear on it."

"I will if you swear not to masturbate yourself until Saturday. Let it
build up. Ok?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Because it will feel that much better when you cum."

The boy's eyes widen and he brushes the blond hair out of his eyes. He
crinkles up his nose and hunches his shoulders.

"Ok Paul. I will try."

"Do it!" Paul grabs the boy by his jean's crotch and the boy laughs.

Paul turns to walk out the door. The boy grabs him by the arm.

"Wait. You didn't kiss me goodbye!" The boy is playfully acting and puckers
up in a teasing pose like something you would see on the cartoons. Paul
seizes the moment and embraces the boy and deeply kisses the boy.

FRENCH KISS TONGUE PROBE DEEP TONGUE WRESTLE KISS DEEP SUCK KISS TONGUE
KISS Paul and Jon feel the raspiness of each other's tongues.

The two withdraw. Jon's head is spinning as his heart races. He blushes. He
wipes his lips from the spit with his hairless forearm. Paul wipes his
lips.

"There, you got kissed. Good enough?"

Jon stands in silence, hands in pocket.

"I'm kinda dizzy."

"I will be there Saturday."

"You better (sheepishly)."

"See ya."

"See ya."

Paul leaves awkwardly. He walks back to his apartment with a flood of
guilt. Will Jon tell his mother? Will the Police be knocking on his door?
Will Jon freak out? Why did Paul do such a thing? The heat of the
moment. The opportunity. Paul is wondering if he was too forward?

Jon stands in his apartment. The room stops spinning. He leans against the
apartment door. He feels his arched out jean's crotch. He slowly rubs it
back and forth. He is hard.  He is having a surge of feelings. Deep
feelings. He sits on the sofa and mindlessly goes through the cable
channels.

"I promised Paul not to do it until my birthday. Oh man."


NEXT CHAPTER - JON TURNS 13