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Date: Tue, 25 Apr 1995 05:52:29 UTC
Subject: The Summer of '82 [part I]
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The Summer of '82 [part I]
When I was 12 years old we moved to a new neighborhood in South-
ern California. Our new house was high on a hillside with a
winding street leading up to it that was lined with large,
secluded homes on both sides. It was my misfortune as a child to
have to walk up and down this hill every day to go to school or
visit my friends.
One hot Saturday at the start of summer I was walking up the hill
carrying my skateboard over my shoulder. About a block before
reaching home I sat down on the curb to rest for a minute or two
and catch my breath. There was a man mowing the large lawn in
front of the house. He was wearing only gym shorts and I noticed
he had red hair just like my own although he didn't have that
many freckles and I was covered with them.
After I sat there a short while the man turned off the lawnmower
and walked over to me. He studied me for a moment and told me
that I looked about as hot as he was. I laughed and agreed with
him. He introduced himself as "Paul" and said he had noticed
we'd moved in up the street.
We talked for a few minutes and then he asked if I'd like a dip
in his swimming pool to cool off a bit. I told him it sounded
great but I'd have to walk up to my house and get a swim suit and
then come back. He said that wasn't necessary because nobody
could see into his pool area and I could swim nude. Hesitatingly
I agreed so we walked around to the back of his house and entered
through a patio into his pool area. He told me I could leave my
clothes on one of the patio chairs. He then jumped into the pool
still wearing the gym shorts.
I put my skateboard on a chair and took my clothes off. Then I
jumped into the pool staying to one side as Paul swam laps in the
cool water. I studied Paul as he swam and, still struck by his
red hair, and wondered if I might look like him when I got older.
I guessed Paul was around 35 and that seemed like a long ways in
the future to wonder about such things.
After he had finished swimming laps we began to talk as we pad
dled slowly around in the pool enjoying the coolness of the
water. A few minutes later Paul hoisted himself up on the patio
and went into the house to get a couple of towels. I noticed how
his back muscles rippled as his strong arms lifted him up to the
pool deck.
When he returned he started drying himself off and motioned for
me to get out and dry off too. The only problem was I had gotten
an erection and was embarrassed to get out of the water since,
being nude, he would certainly notice it.
Finally he urged "Come on, get out and dry off" so I climbed up
the pool ladder and walked over to him. When he handed me the
towel he looked down at my erect penis and I became very self-
conscious. But instead of remarking about the obvious he simply
smiled and said "I see you're starting to grow some hair down
there."
I dried off and put on my clothes while Paul went inside to get a
couple of cans of soda. We drank them sitting by the pool. Then
Paul and I went back around to the front of his house and I
headed for home while he started up his mower to finish working
on his lawn.
For the rest of the day I couldn't get Paul out of my mind. I
remembered his red hair and his muscular body as he swam in the
pool. Even though he was old enough to be my father I felt like
I had discovered a new kid-friend in the neighborhood. There was
something about Paul that made me see him more like a boy my age
than the man he really was.
From that time on I would always stop and sit on Paul's curb
whenever I climbed up the street on the way to my house. If Paul
was home he would come out and we would talk for a while. Some
times we'd go swimming. Sometimes we'd go inside and watch TV
while drinking sodas and Paul would make popcorn. And even
though I could have kept a swim suit there I always just took off
my clothes and swam nude.
I was glad to have Paul as a friend because life at home with my
parents was not happy. My mom and dad were fighting a lot and
many times talked about divorce. I had listened to all this for
a couple of years and figured in my own mind that divorce was
inevitable someday.
One night, a month or two after I had first met Paul, my parents
had a terrible fight. It was quite late and even though my bed
room was in the opposite part of the house I could still hear
them screaming at each other. Their fighting frightened me and
I finally couldn't stand it anymore. So I went to their bedroom
and as I walked in I compulsively yelled "Shut up both of you."
My father turned to me and before I knew what had happened he hit
me hard right in the face. I stood there a moment, stunned by
his blow. My father looked at me as if he didn't know what to
do. A second later I turned and ran back to my bedroom and
started crying as I sank into my bed.
I couldn't stop crying for hours and couldn't sleep either. I was
confused and angry and at last, in desperation, I got out of bed
and pulled on my clothes. I went quietly out the back door and
walked down the street. It was very late and the houses on the
street looked as if they were a ghost town.
When I got to Paul's house it was dark. I rang the doorbell re
peatedly and finally a light came on and the door opened a tiny
crack. When Paul saw it was me he opened the door wide to let me
in and asked what had happened. I must have looked a mess as I
stood there crying and explaining to Paul about my parents fight
ing and my dad hitting me. Paul listened to every word as he
stood there in his underwear Then I asked Paul if I could stay
with him for the night.
After a moment of thought Paul said "Sure. I'll make a place for
you to sleep." Even surprising myself I immediately said "No, I
want to sleep with you." Paul looked at me for a moment and then
smiled and quietly said "OK." I wasn't sure what he understood
and I wasn't sure why I had asked to sleep with him. I just knew
that I couldn't go back home that night and I needed to be close
to Paul.
Paul gave me a towel so I could wash my face which was still cov
ered with tears. Then he pushed down his briefs and got into bed
nude. I had not seen Paul completely nude before and I was
struck with his maleness and manly figure. I quickly washed my
face and got out of my clothes. Then I crawled into the four-
poster king size bed on the opposite side from him. Paul
switched off the lights and darkness flooded the room.
We both laid very still for several minutes. I thought back to
the trouble at my own home and began to cry a little. I tried to
pretend like I was just sniffling but I'm sure Paul knew I was
crying. A moment later I felt Paul's strong hand touch me giving
my shoulder a gentle squeeze. Nothing was said but I instantly
moved across the bed until my body was in full contact with
Paul's. His strong arms engulfed me as I began sobbing out of
control.
As I felt the warmth of his body my crying turned from sadness to
tears of relief. When I finally stopped crying I felt very
peaceful and snuggled even closer against him. I could smell his
manly scent and feel the coarse red hair on his chest against my
back. I drifted into a slumber and could feel him kiss me gently
on the back of my neck every time I would sniffle. Each kiss
sent tingly feelings cascading all through my body.
I don't know what time I actually fell into sleep but when I
awakened I became suddenly aware of my surroundings and the night
slowly emerged from the haze in my mind. Paul was already out of
bed and I could hear the shower going in the bathroom. Without
thinking I moved across the bed and spread-eagled the warm spot
left behind by Paul and sank my face into his pillow. I let my
body oscillate ever so slowly as I absorbed his body heat and
could smell his scent on the pillow. It made shivers run up and
down my back.
The shower stopped and in a minute or two Paul stood next to the
bed wrapped in a towel. "Time to get up Scott," he said as he
pulled the covers off me and the cool air rushed in to drench my
body. I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of the bed--not
realizing that I had a stiff erection that was easily visible to
Paul. When at last I realized what he was looking at I was
momentarily embarrassed. But then I looked up into his smiling
face and immediately felt comfortable with him seeing me like
this.
I stood up and slowly walked over to the pile of clothes I had
left on the floor with my erect penis protruding proudly in front
of me. Paul just watched me with a smile on his face and a hint
of laughter in his eyes. I hesitated for a few seconds,
purposely letting him survey my body, before starting to get
dressed.
Paul was in a hurry and had to be out of the house right away.
Neither of us talked at all about the night before. Paul simply
told me that he hoped I wouldn't be in trouble for having been
out all night. I was sure my absence would never be noticed. We
left together out the front door after stopping for a second to
look into each others' eyes and Paul reaching out to rumple my
hair.
I walked up the street towards my house while Paul drove off to
start his day. I didn't know what I would find at home. I
didn't care either. But before reaching my house I had already
decided that I had to sleep with Paul again.
<to be continued>
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