Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2016 09:58:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shaen II

This is a no-sex chapter. I find it more erotic at times when a boy takes
his time getting to where he needs or wants to be. I do not do "no-sex"
chapters often but in this story, I'm in the process of editing and
existing story so this is what we get. There are another 3 or more chapters
and believe me, we'll get there.

N-joi,
Tag_m

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I don't use an alarm cause I always wake up before I need to. Well, almost
always. Hammering on the front door at seven woke me up and, tossing on a
pair of boxers answered it. Shaen was standing on my doorstep, in t-shirt
and surf shorts, the sullen look on his face although he looked down at my
crotch. Since I was sporting a morning piss hard on I spose it would have
caught almost anyone's eye.

"Sorry," I said, "I was up late and overslept, come on in." I told him to
go ahead and wander on out and get started and I'd be there in less than
five minutes. I headed back to my room, took a piss and gargled then threw
on some clothes and headed outside leaving Jeff dead to the world.

On the lanai, I started some basic stretches. Shaen asked me why and I
explained that it was necessary to prevent injuries and was especially
important in the morning after just getting up. I invited him to join me,
which he did.  Once I felt loosened and warmed up we hit the weights for
the next forty-five minutes, most of which were uneventful. There was a
brief moment while I was spotting him during his bench press and of course
his face was directly below my crotch. At least twice I caught him focused
on the front of my shorts while he worked the two hundred fifty pound
weights into the air. After the weights I ran him through some more
stretches that revealed that he had chosen not to wear underwear. Doing
some front seated splits I could see up the loose leg of his shorts and
caught a quick shot at a wrinkly testicle. What the hell, I wasn't wearing
anything under my sports shorts either.

"I usually end with some laps in the pool, are you up for that Shaen?" I
asked.

"Sure."

I pulled off my tank top as I walked to the edge of the pool, stepped out
of my slippers, dropped my shorts and stood naked for just a moment before
diving in and going right to work at completing at least 20 laps. At some
point in the process I passed Shaen going in the opposite direction so knew
that he had joined me but I had no idea if he were clothed or not. I
finally finished and clung to the shallow end of the pool where Shaen was
already waiting.

"I couldn't keep up with you," he said to me. I didn't answer but nodded my
head as I worked at catching my breath. He asked if I did laps every day
and I told him that I tried to hit the pool at least five days a week.

"Obviously I could use more water time," he said with a wry smile. My
breathing finally returned to close to normal and I told him that from here
I sat for twenty minutes in the Jacuzzi to try and keep my shoulders
loosed. I climbed out of the pool and headed to the Jacuzzi and dropped
straight in, Shaen following me, as naked as the day he was born. I mostly
saw his tight little butt as he stepped down in front of me but hey it's a
nice view. He slid down onto the seat before turning to face me, his
magnificent teenage cock already under the water.

I was soaking about ten minutes when Shaen's head turned, looking behind
me.

"Enjoying yourselves?" Jeff's voice asked just before he came around into
my field of vision. He didn't wait for an answer but went on, "I gotta get
outta here D; I'll call you in a couple of days." He bent and patted my
head then left and just before he reached the door he turned and said,
"Remember, tonight is the last episode of the season," and then he was
gone.

"Last episode for what?" Shaen asked.

"A show that Jeff and I watch."

"What show is that?"

"Just a show on Showtime." The show was Queer As Folk but I didn't want to
open up that can of worms just then.

"I guess Jeff spent the night." Shaen said. I explained that sometimes Jeff
liked to drink and I wouldn't allow him to drive so he would stay the
night. Shaen seemed to ponder that a moment, acted like he wanted to ask
more questions but didn't.

Fifteen minutes later I was done, said so, and stood up, stretching out
like a cat right in front of Shaen and as I finished he stood up as well
and much as I wanted to, I didn't look but turned and stepped up out of the
Jacuzzi and walked toward the towel cupboard. I snagged a couple of towels
and turned to toss one to Shaen who was about five feet away and
closing. God the kid was so gorgeous, the lines of his defined muscles so
clear, his bronzed skin so smooth and unblemished, water beading off of
him, and that wondrous cock swaying as he walked. We both toweled off and
he asked what the plan for the day was.

I had appointments to show a client some houses and said that I should be
back by three that afternoon but was free to do something after that. "Oh,
we'll need to work out earlier than seven cause my show comes on then. Come
on over when you see that I'm home and we'll do something.  Meanwhile I'm
starved want some breakfast?" He nodded his head.

We went into the kitchen and chatted while I fixed some bacon and eggs and
chopped fresh fruit. Afterwards I noticed the time and told him I needed to
get going. I stood up and pulled my towel off, leaving it on the back of
the chair and wandered out to pick up my work out clothes from were where I
left them at poolside. Shaen followed me and when I turned, noticed that he
too was naked and once again, I reveled in the sight of him. He got his
clothes and put them on while I waited then followed me back into the
house. We said our goodbye's and "see you later's" and he went out the
front door while I headed for my shower.

The afternoon took much longer than I planned and I didn't get home till
almost five thirty and saw Shaen out in his aunt's front yard, almost as
though he were waiting for me, which in fact he had been. I waved for him
to come on over and he trotted, catching me as I stepped out of the car.

"Sorry I'm late Shaen, clients." And I shrugged my shoulders. He said it
was okay he was just getting a little bit concerned cause he knew I had the
TV show to see. I punched in my alarm code and went in, Shaen on my tail.

"I gotta change. You can go ahead and go on out or hang out in here I'll
only be a sec." And I disappeared down the hall. When I came out three
minutes later Shaen was in the living room, looking over my book collection
which made it pretty hard to overlook the statues of David.

"K-den," I said heading for the back door, Shaen on my tail almost
immediately. We went through the stretches then moved to the weights. I was
doing some upper body stuff while Shaen was doing his leg workout which
necessitated his using my simple weight bench. He was getting ready to his
leg lifts with three hundred plus pounds. I happened to be changing plates
on my dumbbells and turned to face the pool and subsequently the bench.
The legs of Shaen's sport shorts had ridden upward, not unusual considering
that his legs were going straight up and down under the weight bar. The
surprise was that his cock was hanging down between his legs and the puddle
cloth of the shorts, the head all but looking at me. The hot young teen
wasn't wearing underwear.

At the risk being a voyeur I moved casually off to the side and continued
my workout. The time passed quickly, me finishing my sets before Shaen. I
glanced at the clock mounted on the wall of the garage, decided I had
plenty of time for my laps, told Shaen what I was doin and headed for the
pool where I dropped my togs and dove in.

About the beginning of my third lap I heard a splash and turning my head
for a breath saw Shaen moving along side of me. He seemed to keep up with
me until lap fifteen and slowed down while I continued to finish my workout
and found Shaen sitting at the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the
water.

"Man I can't keep up with you D you amaze me," he said with a smile that
showed off his perfectly straight white teeth, not to mention the sausage
dangling easily between smooth thighs. If this kid had any modesty before
yesterday he was certainly losing it rapidly. I climbed out and headed to
the cupboard for towels, tossing one to Shaen and began drying off.

"No Jacuzzi D?" he asked.

"No time, TV show's coming on. We could maybe take a soak afterwards
though."

"Sounds good," he said and began drying off as well. I was hungry but not
starving and asked Shaen how he was in that department. He matched me,
hungry but not starving. I wrapped my towel at my waist, wandered into the
kitchen and began pulling out the makings for nachos. I had Shaen open a
can of refried beans and pull a jar of nachos cheese out of the cupboard.
I had small lunch bags of cooked ground round in the freezer and pulled one
out, threw it in the microwave then diced some onion then arranged the
chips on a baking tray. The microwave beeped, I pulled the burger and
dropped it out onto the chips then added the beans and onion then topped it
off with the cheese and tossed it into the oven.  I asked Shaen what he
wanted to drink and he settled for the only thing I drink besides ice
water, raspberry iced tea.

We went into the living room and I clicked on the TV and got it to the show
time channel that my show was on.

"So what is it that we're watching?"

"Well," I said, drawing the word out. "It's called Queer As Folk and it's
about the gay community in Pittsburg. It originated in England about five
years ago and an American version was created the following year. It's the
hottest selling show on show time, has been for three years. It's drama,
yet comedy and deals with quite a few issues that sexual minority people
have to deal with in real life. It's like an adult soap with some themes
moving through each show which means that having seen the prior shows helps
to better understand what ever show you're watching."  He seemed to mull
that over.  "If you don't want to stay I understand and won't be offended
or anything if you want to go home."

"Oh no D," it's cool, I was just thinking about something else is all; I'd
like to watch it. Besides," he added, "we have a date in the Jacuzzi
later." He seemed to catch himself then rushed on, "Well, not a date but,
shoot you know what I mean." I thought then that the kid was
embarrassed. The buzzer on the stove went off saving us both and I went
into the kitchen and hauled back our feast and set it on the glass topped
coffee in front of the sofa just as the show started.

We nibbled and drank and watched, Shaen seemingly caught up in all
three. There were some fairly graphic scenes of nude men in sexually active
positions although you never saw anything except the occasional soft cock
of a male as he walked through the room. Of course it wasn't all sex but
some comedy as well as drama. When it was finished and we were cleaning up
from our ersatz meal Shaen asked me some questions about the show, the
characters. I began explaining to him who was who and how they related to
each other, at times going back to the first season.

I pause and reminded him of the Jacuzzi date and headed outside, continuing
the story and without breaking a beat, dropped my towel and sunk into the
tub. I explained about the young blonde Justin willingly giving his
virginity to the much older Brian the hedonist and the lifelong friendship
and non-consummated relationship between Brian and Michael. As we
luxuriated in the heat, I explained the basics of the other characters and
some of the plot lines. I chattered on for another ten minutes or so before
finally running out of steam.

Shaen was quiet a moment then said, "Well, I guess it's interesting but
there's just some stuff I don't get, you know, like the gay stuff. I
understand that kid not wanting to live with his mother and running away
and I guess you're right that you have to sort of been watching the show to
understand all the stuff that's goin on."

"Trudat" I responded. We were both quiet for a bit as we sat there, in the
background pigeons cooing, birds whistling, palm trees swaying in the
slight breeze of a dusky summer evening.

"Can I ask you a question D?" he asked. Here it comes I figured.

"You can always ask me any question you need to Shaen."

"Well," he went on somewhat timidly. "With all the stuff in your living
room and the TV show and all, boys spending the night and stuff, well, are
you gay?"

"First let me ask you a question Shaen. How would the answer to that
question, whatever the answer is, how would it affect our relationship as
it is right now?"

"What do you mean, I'm not sure I understand."

"Well no matter what I answer it's going to have some effect on how you
view me, how you view us, and thus how you are around me. Let me explain."

"If you're gay or think you're gay and I say I'm not, then you might not
feel like you could open up to me and talk about the issue and believe me,
as a teenage boy, there would be some kind of issue."

"If you're not gay, and I say I am, then you're likely to wonder if all
this helping you out and this being naked all the time was all a set up to
get you out of your clothes and possibly end up with us having sex
together."

"If I say I am and you are too, or think you are, then that lends itself to
me being a mentor or and "uncle" that you then feel safe to confide in, if
you wish to take that chance. Or you may wish to hide the fact that you're
gay because for some reason you're afraid I might want make a play for you
and you don't want to have to deal with that. Or maybe you'd be afraid of
actually going along with it and wouldn't know what to do or how to act or
have feelings of guilt and shame and who knows what else."

"So, you see Shaen, no matter how I respond, it's going to have some effect
on our relationship because it's a big piece of news that can't simply be
put out there without having some sort of impact."

Shaen was the kind of kid who pondered any question before answering. This
was no different. After a bit he said that he understood the question and
what I meant. He said that he'd like to think nothing would change once I
answered his question but admitted that it would in at least small ways and
he wasn't even sure what that might be.

"Well," I said slowly, "The short version is, yes, I'm gay." The long
version is that this behavior," and I spread my hands to indicate the
nudity, "is in no way designed to get you naked or into bed. I have
straight male friends who visit and many prefer swimming or being in here
in the hot tub without swimwear. And yes, other boys have been here as
well, many of them gay and yes, they tend to go naked quite a bit. I'd be a
liar if I said I didn't enjoy looking at the naked male form, I do indeed
as the art work in my living room indicates.

"Now, as far a naked male forms go, yours is extraordinary, trust me I know
what I'm talking about. You're always going to have people looking at you,
men and women alike. But if all of this information bothers you Shaen, not
only do you have the choice of not participating, I will not engage in it
while you're here, if that's what you need. I have no problem what so ever
in going either way with it. You're a guest in my home I want and need for
you to be as comfortable as you need or want to me. Of course that is if
you still want to hang out." The boy didn't ponder much at that point.

 "No D, I still want to hang out and do stuff. I don't mind us being naked
like this in the Jacuzzi or when you do laps, it's not like we're naked all
the time. It was a little strange but I kinda like it a little, it's sort
of... Freeing I guess. I don't care about you being gay and I don't think
this was a setup. I'm okay with all of it" then he added, "even you looking
at my body" the last said with a small smile.

I told him I appreciated his support and the fact that he was in a good
space with the entire thing. We continued to soak, the outdoor speakers
sending out soft vibes.  I finally decided that I was heated up enough and
needed to swim, informed Shaen of that as I stood up, his eyes opening to
the view of my cock only a few feet away. Shaen stood as I was turning and
I heard him step out of the tub right behind me, catch up with me in a few
feet and match my dive into the pool, surfacing almost alongside of me.

"Wow!" I said, shaking the water from my face. "What a fuckin change. Makes
my dick shrivel up." Shaen laughed and said that he couldn't imagine mine
shriveling up any more than his would. I gave that about a second's thought
and agreed with him.  "We do seem to be evenly matched." I said. We tread
water, back floated, dog paddled, ducked under the water and generally just
hung out enjoying the coolness and engaging in small talk. After a bit of
silence Shaen said,

"You know, if I'm really honest with myself, I have to admit that I sort of
like looking at your body too D. And since I know it's okay to admire a
guys body and that you don't mind, it makes it even more, I dunno, cool or
something. And if I'm really honest I have to admit that it's kind cool
that you like to look at mine. I think it sort of makes me want to stand a
little straighter of something, I dunno that all sounds kinda stupid now
that I say it."

"No Shaen, it's not stupid at all. You've just voiced what millions of boys
and men think and feel is all. Your feelings and desires of looking and
being looked at are a normal occurrence but guys don't talk about it and
they don't do it except in sneaky little glances. As long as you are here
in my home, you have the freedom of looking and staring all you want in
fact you're welcome to touch as well." We had moved to the edge and I was
walking up the steps out of the pool.

"What do you mean by touch D?" he asked.

"There are a lot of reasons that we like to touch others. Maybe it's a
gesture to call attention to something. Other times it's the kind of touch
that friends do with each other every day as kids but as we grow up we stop
doing it because it might seem gay."

"Other times it's out of admiration for another guys' body. I mean,
sometimes when you see a nice set of pecs or abs, haven't you ever wanted
to poke it just to test its firmness, to see how hard it was?" He nodded
his head admitting that he had experienced those thoughts. "Well," I went
on, "here, with me you don't have to think about it you have my express
permission to do it. I'm not going to think that you're gay or it's gay or
sexual if you do. On the other hand, being a gay man," I said with a laugh,
"I wouldn't care if it were sexual." The boy laughed at that as we stood
facing each other at the edge of the pool.

"You sure make things easier D. It's a lot more relaxed," he said adding,
"I feel relaxed here, a lot more relaxed. I don't feel like I have to be
careful about what I say or do or even how I feel. Thank you."

"You are most welcome Shaen. That is as it should be," I told him, grabbing
fresh towels and handing him one. "Out there in the world we have to wear a
face. Here in the privacy of my home, we're free to be whatever we want to
be without judgment from anyone." We were standing close then and I could
feel the heat from his body. I spoke in a whisper,

"There are few, if any, restrictions here Shaen. You get to be whom and
what you want to be, to do what you want. Choosing nudity is only a small
part of it." Our faces had moved closer, our eyes were locked and I swear
to God the boy was going to kiss me but he caught himself.

"Thanks D, I'll remember that," he said in an equally quiet voice. He
stepped back a foot or so and began seriously drying himself off and I
watched from the corner out of an eye while I also dried and I wasn't sure
but his cock appeared to be a little higher in the air than usual. I was
beginning to wonder if the boy was gay and repressing it or having some
other issue about his sexuality.

We finished up without much dialog and it was still pretty early. I asked
Shaen what he wanted to do and since he didn't have any idea I suggested
dessert and asked him if he like bread pudding. He said he'd never tried it
so I suggested we toss on some clothes and since he only had his workout
clothes I decided to loan him some surf shorts.  I must own a dozen pair
and in my bedroom I pulled a few out for him. Neither of us had yet to put
on a stitch of clothes and it was interesting to watch the young teen
wandering around the house and grounds and now searching through my things
for shorts. He found a couple and held them up to his waist for an opinion
and finally picked out a pair. He asked about underwear and I said what the
hell, let's take the risk and pulled on a pair without bothering about
underwear. Shaen smiled and said,

"Yeah, what the fuck. Who would know and why should I care anyway."

"Good boy; now you're getting it," I said. I tossed him a t-shirt, pulled
one on myself and we headed out to my garage through the lanai area where
our shoes were still laying. I got the bike out, loaded us both on and
headed up to Kaimuki to a place that served a great double chocco bread
pudding. If you're on any kind of diet it's not the dessert you would want
to choose. Shaen was amazed when it was placed in front of him, a huge
piece with whipped cream and crisscrossed with chocolate and caramel
sauce. Served warm, he was even more amazed at the taste.

"This is really incredible D," he said through a mouthful. I only nodded my
head. Twenty minutes later we took a round about drive to get home and I
noticed that Shaen seemed to maintain a firmer grip on my waist all the
time and not just when I was accelerating. Back at the house, the bike in
the garage, we wandered out onto the lanai where our workout clothes where
he immediately started to take off my clothes to change into his own.

"You can wear those home if you want. I've gotta wash my workout clothes so
there's no reason not to wash yours as well Shaen." I told him. He pondered
that a moment and agreed that would be fine. There was a small lull in the
conversation and I suspected that he wanted to say something but decided
not to.

"Well, it's getting late I spose I should get home," he said, the flat
affect returning to his young face.

"K-den, see you same time in the morning." He nodded his head and went back
out through the garage while I went about picking up the clothes and
tossing them in the washer.

The next morning I was on the lanai doing my stretches when Shaen wandered
through. I had opened the garage door for him and he figured it out.

"Morning D," he said as he came through the door, and added, "if you wait a
sec while I change I'll stretch with you. So, I stopped. What the hell, he
was going to change in front of me. Who am I to deny myself the pleasure of
watching such a show from this young beauty.

Shaen tugged off his t-shirt, well my t-shirt, then undid the laces of the
surf shorts and tugged them off, revealing that once again he was not
wearing underwear, his wonderfully large boyhood in its default setting
before me. I doubted that I could ever get too much of that boy. I asked
him what he had done after leaving the night before so he was relating that
to me as he pulled on his workout T then pulled his sport shorts on before
coming over to join me. After the stretches we went about our workout
routines making small talk while we did our various sets.

"I have to teach a class today at four if you'd like to attend. It's a
beginner group of kids about your age. What do you think?" I asked him.
Shaen had a few concerns but I dealt with them effectively and he finally
agreed that he'd do it. We finally finished and I stripped off my clothes,
depositing them on the weight bench, waiting while Shaen did the same then
headed for the pool and dove in. He matched me lap for lap this time and
when we finished, the look of accomplishment and his pride confirming smile
was nothing short of incredible. We climbed out of the pool and walked
toward the towel cupboard, forgoing the Jacuzzi this time.

As we toweled off Shaen asked me some questions about what the martial arts
class would entail and I did my best to explain it to him.  Towels wrapped
around our waists we went inside where I poured large glasses of orange
juice and went about fixing a German Pancake for breakfast while Shaen
wandered into the living room and looked through my book collection and of
course the statues. I popped the pancake in the oven, set the timer and
joined him.

"You got a lot of pretty cool books and stuff," he said. "These statues are
really neat and I can't believe the size of the cock on that boy," he
commented while pointing to Waking boy.

I had a series of statuary titled "The Boy Series." The model had been a 13
year old boy named David who was not only beautiful but also hung like a
stud horse. The series caught the boy in a variety of everyday
situations. Waking boy had him just getting out of bed and stretching out,
his gorgeous cock still about half hard. There were also paintings that
accompanied each statue and in Waking Boy" you could see the rumpled bed, a
clock on the wall that said 6am, and behind him, the sun rising through a
window. A few others of the set showed David in some sexually charged poses
with his then lover.

  "And this one," he said picking up the lovers statue. "That boy really
does have the other boy's cock up inside his ass doesn't he?" I commented
that he did indeed and added that it had actually happened the way we were
seeing it.

"What do you mean D?" he asked. I explained to Shaen about having met the
model, David, when he was eighteen and here in the islands looking at
property to buy. "I don't suppose you actually got to see his cock though."

"As a matter of fact I did and yes, it's that big." He wanted to know how
that happened and I explained briefly about having had sex with David and
his partner while they were here. Shaen seemed curious, yet perplexed about
that, wondering how that could have happened although he didn't really ask.

"You said yesterday D that other boys have been here and like to go naked
as well. Does that mean that you have sex with them too? Shaen was innocent
in his curiosity, not realizing that sometimes questions like that weren't
appropriate, or any of his business but the boy's naiveté was apparent
so I took the time to explain.

"Sometimes Shaen, yes, the boys who come here do want to have sex with me
and I am generally willing to oblige them. I understand their need and why
teenage boys often seek out older men to teach them. That doesn't mean that
happens with every boy that comes here but it does happen." He gave that
some thought then asked,

"What about that pizza boy, did you have sex with him?"

"You should know Shaen, that sort of question isn't really appropriate to
ask but I know Jeff pretty well and know that he wouldn't care if I
admitted to you that yes, he and I have had a sexual relationship for a
couple of years and yes we did thusly engage when he was here the other
night."

"I'm sorry D I didn't mean to pry," Shaen said, his eyes downcast. "I just
find all this so... interesting I guess. I don't know anything about it." I
told him it was okay and put my arm around his shoulder and gave him a
hug. The buzzer went off on the stove so I hopped into the kitchen, pulled
out the huge pancake and set it on the countertop. Shaen's eyes about
popped out of his head when he saw it.

"That's a big frickin pancake D," he exclaimed, and he was right. When
baked, the sides of a German pancake rise up about 4-5 inches creating a
volcano look not unlike Yorkshire pudding. I pulled a plate of fresh cut
fruit from the fridge and set it on the countertop then sliced the pancake
in half, shoving half in Shaen's direction then sat down at the bar and we
ate.  I had to go to work so we discussed meeting there at my house about
three thirty and we'd drive over to the dojo for the class and plan on
eating something afterwards. The plan seemed to meet with his approval and
we finished breakfast in relative quiet although Shaen was interested in
what we'd be doing for the class. I gave him a quick run-down, letting him
know that his regular workout clothes would be more than satisfactory.

Breakfast finished, we parted ways and spent the day making some hefty
commissions off of some heftier sales.