Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2004 21:49:12 EDT
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Teaching Jonathan by L.Ray

This story contains accounts of sexual activity between an adult male and
a young teenaged boy.  If this type of material offends you, or is
illegal in your area of residence, or if you just happen to be under the
age of legal consent for your state, providence, or country, then the
time to leave is NOW.  This story is purely fictional, simply words on a
page, and any resemblence to persons, either living or dead, is purely
accidental.  That being said, a word of caution, there is no mention of
condoms being used in this story.  However, unprotected sex, while
exciting, is very dangerous.  Play safely. Always use a condom when you
have ANY sexual intercourse!


Teaching Jonathan

By L. Ray ( the Red Dragon)


Jonathan looked, for the most part, like a typical teenager.  During the
summer months he usually dressed in shorts that were slightly too big and
some sort of logo T-shirt, "Nike" or something like that, and a pair of
sneakers.  At 14, he was sort of tall for his age, about 5' 9" with good,
natural muscle developement.  His dirty blonde hair was cut in a neat
crew style, and he had a golden tan that accented his large steel blue
eyes.  In short, if naked, he would resemble the statues of greek youth.

Larry on the other hand, was short at 5' 6", with dark auburn hair and
hazel eyes, and virtually no tan at all.  At 48, while not a bad looking
man, he had started to develope a little "middle age spread".

Larry saw Jonathan every morning as he left for work, during the school
year while he waited on the bus, and during the summer, when he would
work in his yard early, to beat the midday heat.  Then he would see him
again in the evening, as he returned from work, either playing in his
yard with some of the neighborhood kids or raking leaves in the fall.
Jonathan only lived three houses down the street from Larry, so it was
not unusual for them to see each other, and even speak to one another
when the opportunity presented it'self.  Larry kenw Jonathan's mother
Brenda, but was only aquainted with his step-father Arty.

Larry thought him to be a nice enough young man, but like all teenagers,
he definately had his moments.


Friday Evening

One late May evening, Larry was sitting in his front yard enjoying the
unusually warm spring weather after having mowed his lawn.  He was lazily
sipping an iced tea as he listened to some lite rock on the radio and
thinking about what he would do with his day tomorrow, when his thoughts
were suddenly broken by the sound of Jonathan slamming his front door as
he stormed out of his house.

The boy seemed upset or mad with someone, but what Larry noticed more
than anything else was the fact that the boy was wearing nothing but a
pair of silky boxer shorts.  He heard the boy's mother telling him to
just stay outside until he cooled down, and could talk to his step-dad in
a civilized manner.  His reply to her was that he wouldn't be back in
then.

He sat briefly on his heels on the front walk and then suddenly darted
out of the yard and walked down the street in the direction of Larry's
house and stopped in front of it.  He stood there, not really looking at
anything, and then turned to see Larry sitting.

"Hi, how's your evening going ?"

"Apparently, better than yours."

"It's my step-dad, He just won't listen to anything I have to say, like
he thinks I don't know anything"

"Would you like to come in and talk about it?"

"I really wouldn't want to bother you."

"I am just sitting here, doing nothing, so it won't be a bother."

Jonathan walked over to where Larry was sitting and took a seat as the
man offered him a glass of tea.  They sat silently for a few seconds when
Jonathan looked at him and began to speak.  The evening sun played over
Jonathan's face, highlighting his features like an artist highlights a
painting, little splashes of gold falling here and there.  Larry couldn't
help but look at the boy in amazement, taking in  his natural beauty.

"I just wish that he would listen to what I have to say once in a
while."  "I'm not some stupid kid, after all, I am 14!"

"Well, you're definately not some stupid little kid."  Larry said as he
looked the boy over from head to toe, taking in the full scope of his
boyish good looks, lingering breifly at the area of his shorts.  "And
your step father should respect your right to have an opinion, but at the
same time, you have to respect the fact that he is married to your
mother."  "He most likely feels that, as the adult male in the house, you
should listen to him and obey his decisions."

"Yeah, I guess, but he is the outsider, not me, and he doesn't treat the
girls like he does me.  When they have something to say, he listens to
them."

"OK, let's start at the beginning.  What did the whole thing start over
tonight?"

"I wanted to play my X-Box and he asked me if my homework was done, when
I told him it was, he said to show him."  "I said I had already told him
that it was done and he should take my word for it, and then he said that
he still wanted to see it.  That's when I got mad."

"Well Jonathan, it sounds to me as though you both tend to butt heads
when you are challenged."  "Now I'm not taking sides, but my mother
always said that you can catch more flies with honey than you can with
vinegar.  Why don't you try to meet him half way.  Do what he says a
little more often, and maybe he'll be more apt to listen to what you have
to say and give you the benefit of the doubt."

"I don't know, I just don't think he wants me there.  It's like he goes
out of his way to do things for the girls but if I want something, it's
not going to happen."

He looked like he had lost his best friend, and Larry wanted to reach out
and hold the boy to let him know that someone did care.  He held back on
that decision though, deciding on putting his hand on the boy's shoulder
instead.  As his hand made contact with the boy's warm skin, he felt a
stirring in his groin, and wondered if he should worry about things being
'awkwardly exposed'.  As he glanced down at his shorts to make sure that
nothing was peeking out, his eyes were drawn to Jonathan's flimsy silk
boxers and he was sure that he saw movement there.
for a few moments, he couldn't take his eyes of the thin silky garment.
He noticed that it really didn't do anything to hide what Jonathan had
behind the silken folds.  His eyes were drawn to the light trail of hair
forming at the boy's belly button and then dissappearing beneath the
bright red waistband.  As he looked a bit higher, he could see the
lightly tanned skin of the boy's chest and the perfectly formed, nickle
sized areolas, that surrounded his pointed little nipples.  Soon he was
looking back at that sweet face, with thte tear stained eyes and cheeks
and he wanted to kiss those tears away.  He could again feel the stirring
in his loins, as he dreamed of kissing that ssweet young boy flesh before
him.

"Are, are you alright?"  the voice sounded so far away as it repeated
"Larry, are you ok, you seemed lost, I was afraid you were having a
seizure or something!"  "I was starting to get really scared!"

"Yes Jonathan, I'm fine,  sorry, I was just lost in thought for a bit."
"I was thinnking of something else."

"well, from the looks of things, it must have been a very sexy thought!"
he giggled as he looked down at the front of Larry's shorts.

Larry's eyes followed the boy's gaze as he himself looked down at the
front of his shorts, which were sticking out in front of him.    He
quickly looked back at the boy, his face reddening, as he tried to cover
himself and adjust things so as to keep them from being so obvious.

"I..I'm very sorry about that Jonathan!"  "That's so embarrasing!"  "I
really appologize for that."  "I.......

"It's ok Larry,  it's a natural thing isn't it, and there's nothing to
appologize for,  Heck, I get boners all the time!"

"but it's not the sort of thing one goes around displaying openly for
others to see. And besides, I am an adult, I should be ashamed of myself
for allowing that to happen."

"But why, from what I could see, there's nothing to be ashamed of,  in
fact, I would be proud of having one like that!  Mine is ok, but it's no
where near that big, see."

With that Jonathan reached for his waist band on his boxers and pulled
them down to expose a very nice 5 inch cut hard-on and two very healthy
balls, nested in a patch of light golden colored pubic hair.

"That's very nice Jonathan, but aren't you afraid someone will see you
doing that here in my front yard?  I mean, after all, we are right here
in the open, in front of God and everybody."  Larry chuckled.

"Naw, it doesn't bother me.  Heck, if I had my way, Id never wear
clothes, but Mom and Arty don't like it, they tell me not to be such a
pervert!  And I guess it's not good when my sisters are home, so I only
get to go naked when I'm home alone. And I always keep a pair of shorts
handy, in case someone gets home before they're supposed to."

Larry smiled at the thought of the boy lounging around totally nude, and
then chuckled out loud at the thought of someone walking in on him.

"What's so funny?"

"I just had a mental image of you getting cought naked and having to
scurry for a pair of shorts to put on and not being able to find them in
timie!"

"Oh my God, that would be embarrasing!  And the shit would really hit the
fan then!"

They both laughed out loud at the thought.  Larry noticed that Jonathan
had not yet pulled up his boxers, but he had to admit to himself that he
was enjoying the view.  And Jonathan noticed that Larry had developed an
even bigger tent in his shorts.  Suddenly, Larry was startled as Jonathan
reached over and began to open his shorts.

"Well, you've seen mine, but I haven't seen yours'."

"This is not the place, and besides, your mother will be calling you in
soon, I'm sure."

Larry had an obvious nervousness in his voice, and his mouth was suddenly
very dry.

Jonathan giggled a little as he continued to try to open the man's
shorts.

"She won't call me, she and Arty are ticked off at me so she'll let me
stay out all night to teach me a lesson, and it won't be the first time
either.  I usually just sleep in our shed or go down to Eric's house and
spend the night  And besides, I want to see what you're hiding."

Larry nervously raised his hips off the chair, allowing Jonathan to pull
the shorts open and down to his knees, exposing his privates for the boy
to see.  Jonathan whistled as he took hold of the hard 8 and a half inch
member, and examined it.  As he took hold of it, he couldn't close his
fingers around the shaft it was so thick. As he moved his hand on it he
heard Larry moan softly.  Jonathan then released the hard-on and lifted
the more than ample balls in their sac, getting his face close enough
that Larry could feel his hot breath on them as he examined the large
ball sac.  A car came up the street, and Larry was happy that the table
and the extra chairs in front hid their activity from view.

"That's the biggest dick I've ever seen.  And those balls are as big
as....."

Jonathan had released them and was now sitting upright.

"You're awesome, I can't beleive how big you are.  I mean, your short and
I thought that your dick was supposed to be in proportion to your hight
and all that stuff.  I've never seen one that big on a guy so small."

"Should I be flattered that you think I'm big, or hurt that you think I'm
small?"

"Oh, er...I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"I'm joking Jonathan, relax, I knew what you meant.  You really didn't
hurt my feelings at all."

They both laughed.

"I guess I should go and see if Eric is home, so I'll have a place to
stay tonight.  I just remembered that it's supposed to rain tonight, and
I'm not exactly dressed for the weather!"

"Well, if Eric is not at home, and you find yourself with no other
options, you're welcome to my spare room.  It's actually my office, but
it has a sofa in it that opens into a bed, and it's not uncomfortable.
And besides that, it would definately keep you out of the weather."

Jonathan smiled at the man's friendly offer as he pulled up the front of
his boxers and started to get up to leave.  He reached oout to take
Larry's hand to thank him for allowing him to sit and vent his problems,
which he was sure the man took as trivial teen angst.

"Thanks for letting me come in and talk, but I had better get down to
Eric's house and see if they are at home.  I have enjoyed myself."

"You're very welcome Jonathan, and you're welcome to come by anytime,
even if it's just to have some friendly conversation.  And if Eric isn't
home, my offer still stands, and that goes for any time that you need a
place to stay.  Just be safe!"

Larry fastened his pants back up as Jonathan headed out of the yard and
down the street.  As Larry started into his house, he noticed that the
lights were indeed off at Jonathans house as the boy turned the corner to
go to Erick's house.

Larry had put away the tea pitcher and had just finished washing out the
glasses he and Jonathan had used, when he thought he heard a noise at the
back of the house.  He went to the back door and saw that the motion
detector had triggered the back yard lights and he opened the back door
and looked out.  There was no one there, and he decided that it must have
been an animal.

"Damn the luck, I was hoping that Jonathan had come back to spend the
night.  Oh well, bring yourself back to earth Larry, it's just wishful
thinking, on your part."

He locked the back door and turned off the security lights, then flipped
the switxh back to stand-by.  As he left the kitchen headed to the
livingroom, he turned off the ceiling light,  Larry moved to his chair
and picked up the TV remote and clicked the button bringing the TV to
life, found his favorite evening program, ER, and settled in to watch.
About 20 minutes into the program he heard a noise on the front porch and
got up from his chair to investigate.  He looked out the window and
couldn't see any thing or anyone, then he moved to the door and looked
out the spy view, but still couldn't see any thing out of the ordinary.

"It's just your imagination stupid.  You're hearing things.  Or maybe it
was the wind starting to blow the rain in.  Whatever."

He started back to his chair.  How long has it been since Judy left,
three years, four?  And almost two since he had had any real company.
Was he really hearing noises, or was he just wishing that someone was
there?  Then he heard the noise again, like something scraping acrossed
the porch floor.  He returned to the door and this time he opened it to
find Jonathan hunkered down under the plant table at the end of the
porch.

"Jonathan, what are you doing?  Why didn't you just knock on the door and
ask to come in?"

"I...I didn't want to bother you."  There wasn't anyone home at Erick's
and Arty has already locked the house so I couldn't get in at home, and
now he's put a padlock on the shed too!  I thought I could sleep on your
porch under the plant table, that way, if it rained, I wouldn't get too
wet."

"Son, come in this house, you can't sleep on the porch.  The rain will be
comming from the south and it will blow right in that end of the porch.
You'll get soaked and catch cold."

"I'll be ok, I don't want to put you to any trouble."

"Nonsense!  You won't be putting me to any trouble.  It will take about
two minutes to open out the sofa bed and you can sleep comfortably and
completely dry! Now come on in here."

Larry opened the door and Jonathan stepped inside.  He wiped his bare
feet on the mat inside the door as if he was wearing shoes, which made
Larry chuckle a little.  He walked over and sat on the large sofa, and
Larry returned to his chair.

"You just let me know when you're ready for bed and we'll go open out
that sofa bed.  Is there anything on TV that you would like to watch?
I'm sorry, but I don't have one of those X-Box game things.  Or if you
want, you can take a nice hot shower."

"Well, I cut through the weeds comming back up from Eric's house and came
through your back yard, and I'm kind of itchy so I guess I could use a
shower, if you don't mind."

"You're a guest in my house, of course I don't mind, come on, I'll show
you where everything is."

They got up and the boy followed Larry to the bathroom.  Larry showed him
how to adjust the shower and showed him where the towels and so on were
located.  He then moved to the door to give the boy some privacy.

"Aren't you going to stay while I take my shower?"

"No, I will leave you to take your shower in private, and if you feel
like you need to, you can even lock the door.  There's a loofa hanging on
the shower head to wash your back with if you'd like.  I'll go and get
that sofa bed ready for you. I'll just be in the next room if you need
anything."