Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2013 05:57:10 -0800 (PST)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Mud Humper - Part 2

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The Mud Humper
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Part Two - The lad comes clean
Chapter Seven - A tearful confession

The next day dawned bright and sunny with a nice breeze blowing out on the
water.  Shortly after breakfast the phone rang and it was Brox asking about
sailing.  We made plans to go out around 10 o'clock.  His mom came on the
phone to be sure he wasn't being too pushy.  I assured her that he wasn't
and promised her that I'd have him back in time for supper.

We met at the boat and I died as I looked at the boy.  He was a vision in
white shorts and pale blue T-shirt contrasting with his golden tan.  He
carried a bag with his lunch and some sodas, which I put in the ice box
below.

It wasn't long before we were out and under full sail.  I headed down the
coast on an easy reach and we enjoyed the sun and cool breeze.  Brox had
been sailing on small boats before and knew a little bit about it but had
never been on one as large as this.  He clambered all over the boat
exploring and seeing how things worked.  He asked lots of good questions
and took in all the answers.

He found one of the best spots on the boat to sit and enjoy sailing, the
bow.  He sat right next to the bottom of the jib, inside the lifelines but
with his legs hanging over the side.  He'd taken his sneakers off and was
letting the waves splash is feet.  At one point he leaned back and waved
enthusiastically back at me with a huge smile on his face.  What better
place for a boy.

Eventually he came back into the cockpit and sat down with a big smile.
"This is so awesome!" He enthused.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it."

He watched me standing behind the wheel steering. "Can I try?"

"Sure." I stepped back and made room for him in front of me. "Here, stand
in front of me and put both hands on the wheel."

He did, turning to look back up at me as I moved in close behind him with
my arms on either side and one hand on top of each of his.  "With your
hands, notice how I move the wheel just a tiny bit.  One of the hardest
things to learn in sailing is not to over steer."

I could tell he was concentrating and after a couple minutes I explained
how to pick and steer to a mark. "See the bow of the boat and then that
buoy way out there just to the right of the bow?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. You want to steer so that the bow of the boat stays lined up just to
the left of it."

"You mean to just keep it in sight and not to let it go behind the sail?"

"Yup." I patted his hand. "That's the idea."

We stood like that for a few more minutes and I watched him work at
steering.  He never noticed when I stopped moving the wheel and let him
make the moves.  When I removed one hand he looked back and up at me. "Keep
your eye on your mark." I advised. "You're doing just fine."

Finally, I took my other hand off the wheel and sat back on the gunwale.
He gave me a quick concerned look and I just nodded towards the bow and
said, "Mind your job kiddo."

He smiled and went back to it.  He was doing great until we had a little
wind shift.  It does that close to a point of land or an island that
deflects the wind's direction.  When the jib started to luff he looked back
with a slightly panicky expression.  "Steer down wind a little." I advised.

"Huh?" He looked even more concerned.

I laughed. "Steer very gently to the left, away from the wind ... that's it
... bit more ..." The jib filled out then. "Good, stop there."

He over steered a bit and the jib luffed again but he corrected nicely,
finding a balance and again, looked back with a nervous grin.

"But now the buoy is way over there." He pointed off to starboard of the
bow.

"That's okay.  The reef it is marking is further to the right of it,
between the buoy and the point, so we're okay going this course."

He looked off to starboard. "Oh yeah, I see the waves breaking on the rocks
there."

"You did good Brox." I praised him with a pat on his shoulder.

"Thanks."  He smiled with a bit more confidence.  "But, can you stand
behind me again.  I liked that."

I moved up behind him and placed my hands on his shoulders.  He leaned back
into me and rubbed the back of his head on my chest.  I couldn't resist and
kissed the top of his head.  He looked back and smiled.

By now it was approaching lunchtime and soon after we'd have to turn back.
So, I suggested, "Hey Brox, how about a swim and some lunch?"

"Yeah, I'm starved.  Where should we go?"  He looked back with a puzzled
expression?

I laughed. "How about right here?  We can drop the sails and just drift for
a bit.  The wind is blowing off shore so that we'll drift away from the
reef and won't have to worry about rocks or anything."

"What do we do?"

"Okay," I instructed.  "You steer the boat right into the wind and I'll
drop the sails."

He did a pretty good job and after a few minutes the sails were down and
made fast.  I went below, grabbed a couple of beach towels, brought up the
swimming ladder and attached it over the side.

Brox looked at me with kind of a sad look. "John, I didn't know we were
going to go swimming.  I didn't bring a suit."

I smiled. "You mean that after yesterday you're embarrassed to have me see
you naked?"

His jaw dropped.  It was so cute.  "We're gonna skinny dip?  Out here?
What if somebody sees?"

I looked all around. "No one's around but if you're shy we can just have
our lunch then."

He looked around and then grinned. "No.  It's cool. This'll be so fun."

I laughed and pulled off my polo shirt.  I watched as Brox quickly stripped
everything off and stood there, bathed in sunshine and all his naked boy
glory.  It would have made an incredible photo.

He must have noticed me looking because, as I pulled off my shorts, he
turned and made a kind of body builder's pose.  "Look!  I'm Arnold
Schwarzenegger."

I laughed. "The way you were standing before would have made a great
photo."

"A photo of me nude?"

"Well, it just seemed a very artistic moment to me."

"Oh.  So, can I jump in?"

"Sure but don't swim too far away from the boat."

He didn't hesitate and dove in gracefully.  I quickly followed with a loud
yell and cannonballed him.  When I came up he splashed me and then swam
over and, laughing, tried to dunk me.  He climbed back out and I let him
cannonball me a few times.  Then I went to hang on the swimming ladder and
watch as he would climb back up on the boat and repeatedly dive in, trying
all sorts of different dives some with silly poses.  Eventually he wore
down and swam over to hang on the ladder with me.

"I liked watching you have fun." I said as I listened to him still panting
a bit from all the exertion.  As we tread water our legs bumped and
entwined a few times.  Then he moved closer and, putting a hand on my
shoulder, he wrapped his legs around mine.  I could feel his boner pushing
against my side.

He grinned. "Can we hump in the water?"

I smiled back. "Sure.  Feels nice."

"Yeah.  I can tell you like it.  You got a boner too."

I gave him a dirty leering grin. "I've been hard for the last 20 minutes."

"Oh, while you were watching me dive?"

"Yup."

"You like looking at me naked don't you?"

"Yup."

I ran my free hand down his back to squeeze his bum and he humped into me
which made us almost loose our grip on the ladder.  In an effort to hold
on, we grappled at it and that caused us to come apart.  We both laughed
happily.

"John, can we climb up now and do what we did yesterday?  You know, like up
on deck out in the sun?"

Sounded good to me. "Sure, but let's have lunch first, I'm starving.  We
can eat naked too if you like."

"Awww," he moaned with disappointment.  "But, I guess I'm kind of hungry
too and eating naked would be cool."

"Well, then up the ladder you go."  I hung on as he climbed up and was not
only treated to the beautiful sight of his bum but a flashing glimpse of
his rosebud too.  I bet if I'd have said something as he climbed he'd have
very boyishly wiggled his butt in my face and giggled devilishly.

Once on deck we toweled off and got our lunches and some sodas out of the
ice box.  We sat on either side of the hatch leaning against the cabin and
just chatted about sailing and swimming.  I teased him about how sharks
might have bitten off his dick while we were swimming and he took it in his
fingers and wiggled it for me to see that it was still there.  I laughed
and said if he put mustard on it I might think it was a hot dog and bite
it.  He grinned and said no but you could lick it off.  I laughed back and
said that he sounded just like Paul.

He looked like he was just about to say something when there was a huge
loud blast of a ship's horn.  Both of us jumped and looked around.  There
was a tugboat about 250 yards away just passing us.  I don't know why he
blew his horn but nearly died laughing as Brox dove for his towel to cover
himself.  He sat down with the towel around him and glared at me for my
laughing.

"I'm sorry I laughed Brox, but you gotta admit, that was really funny.
There's no way he can see that we're naked.  He's too far away.  He
probably was just being sure we knew he was passing.  Those big waves he
made will rock us about ... watch ... here we go."

The boat rolled side to side, so much so that my soda can nearly slid off
the deck.  "See?  You okay?"

The glare had vanished. "Yeah.  It just scared the crap out of me."

"Me too."  I was finished eating so I took my stuff below and put things
way.  Then I called up to Brox. "You done?  Wanna hand me your stuff and
I'll put it away?"

He came and sat on the top step of the hatch to watch as I cleaned up the
galley and put stuff away.  Then I heard him giggle and ask, "Wanna pass me
the mustard?"

"Huh?" I said as I turned to see that he was sitting there with his legs
spread wide, his balls were hanging over the edge of the step and his boner
was pointing skyward.

I laughed. "Boys!  They're always horny."

With a sly grin he retorted, "I'm not the only one." And pointed at my
rising dick.  "So," he added. "Tell me what you meant before when you said
that I sounded just like Paul."

I came over and put my hands on his knees.  His boner was right level with
my face.  I looked up at him. "Do I really need to explain it?"

"Nah." He shook his head, smiling, and added, "Did you really lick his
dick?"

"Among other things."

"You mean you sucked his dick?"

"Yup."

"Was it gross?"

"Nope.  It was very nice."

"You liked it?"

"Sure. And I liked making Paul happy, making him feel good."

I was waiting now as he looked down at his boner and thought about his next
question.  I put a little bit of pressure on his knees to open them up more
and he looked back up at me.

"Would you ... I mean, you like making me feel good right?"

"Yes, I do Brox."

"Well, ... would you do that to me then?"

"Yes, I'd be happy to do that for you. Stand up. Okay?"

"'Kay." He trembled a bit as he dropped his feet to the next step down and
stood up.  I slid my hands up his thighs to his hips and steadied him.

Leaning forward, I breathed on his cock and balls.  His dick gently
throbbed and I could see his balls pull up a bit.  I could smell him.  It
was a combination of salt water and boy and it excited me.  I looked up at
him as he looked down, intensely watching everything I did.  Gently, I
brought my lips to his balls and kissed them, his boner touching my nose
and then the side of my head as I did so.  Then I moved up to kiss the tip
of his boner.  It throbbed and Brox sucked in his breath, making a small
gasping noise.

He smelled so good that my head swam. I had to nuzzle my face into his
crotch and breath in all of his private scents.  It was wonderful.  I stuck
my tongue out and slid it over the hairless surface of his balls. He let
out another soft gasp.  Slowly I licked my way up to the shaft of his cock
and along its length.  When I got to the tip I wrapped my tongue around it,
wetting it.  Then I tickled his piss slit with the tip of my tongue.  I
could see his belly rising and falling with his faster breaths.

I reached up and, for the first time, held his boner gently in my fingers.
I pulled it down aiming it so I could take it in my lips to kiss and suck
the tip.

"Oh God.  You're gonna suck it?" He moaned. "Oh shit!"

I put my lips on the tip and kissed.  He shuddered.  Then I slowly drew him
in, wetting it a little, and then let it slip back out. I could tell he was
holding back from thrusting himself into my mouth. Then I moved it back in
about halfway and I ran my tongue all over him, tasting him and listening
to his breath catch in his throat.  He tasted a bit salty but mostly like a
boy.  When I closed down with my lips and sucked him in he could restrain
his natural urges no longer and thrust forward with another deep shudder
and a sighing groan.

I moved my hands to his backside and held his buns pulling him in even
deeper.  Then I started running my tongue all over the length of his cock.
He squirmed and ground himself into me.  I sucked hard and tried to start
pulling out and back in again.  Once he understood what I was doing he went
with it and we formed a rhythm in harmony.  He began a low soft moaning in
time with my sucking.  His hand found my head and we began to move as one.

A couple minutes went by and I decided to try slipping a finger into his
crack.  It was warm and moist and as I touched his most private spot his
moans grew a bit louder and more urgent.  I pushed my finger a little
harder around his hole and he tensed.

"Oh God!" He gasped.

I didn't push my finger in but moved it around just a tiny bit.  Again he
gasped.  "John ... John ... I have a funny feeling in my stomach."

I continued to suck on him, work my tongue and my finger a little bit more.
He grew more tense. "John ... oh John ... I feel like I'm gonna pee."

I kept going and after another moment or two he shuddered and moaned, "OH!
OH! Ohhhhhh ..." and I felt his cock begin twitching in my mouth.  He froze
and I stopped sucking, tonguing and fingering and just gently held his
still throbbing cock in my mouth.  He was breathing in short fast gasps
that slowly seemed to be easing.  Finally, he put his hands on my shoulders
and pushed me away.

I looked up and there were tears running down his brightly flushed cheeks
and his eyes were closed.  I waited and watched.  The pleasure was clear on
his sweet young face but there was also surprise and amazement.

After his breathing had calmed some he opened his eyes and looked into
mine. "Holy shit!" He whispered.

I chuckled. "Well, Brox.  Congratulations on your first dry cum."  I gave
his buns a congratulatory squeeze.  He shyly smiled.  I leaned in and
gently kissed the tip of his still very hard cock.  He jerked back.

"Sorry," I said. "Still sensitive?"

"Yeah, a bit.  I gotta sit down."

He sat down on the step and pulled his legs up.  I stepped back and leaned
on the counter.  "Take your time Brox.  That was one hell of a cum you
had."

"Phew.  I'll say.  If it's always like that I wanna do it all day long.
All night too!"

I burst out laughing and he joined in with a big grin.  Then he stopped and
looked at me seriously. "Thanks John.  I've dreamed of having someone like
you for a friend for a long time."

He stepped down off the hatchway ladder, came over and hugged me, burying
his face in my chest and kissing it.  Then he spoke softly. "I've known for
a long time and it seemed like I'd never find someone."

With great affection, I stroked his soft hair knowing the answer before I
asked but asked anyway, to let it be said in his own voice and
words. "Known?  Known what?"

He paused because it was a big thing to share with someone.  Then he found
the courage, more courage than I had ever had. "I'm gay.  I've known I
liked men since I learned about sex."

I kissed the top of his head. "You are very brave to share that.  I'm proud
of you and proud it was me that you trusted to tell first."  Then I kissed
the top of his head again.

He looked up at me. "Do it proper ... please?"

I looked down into his eyes.  I knew what he meant so I gently lifted his
chin and lowered my lips to his.  For a first kiss it was indeed proper.
Not passionate but gentle and loving.  The passion could come later, if he
wanted it.  We pulled apart after just a moment and then he hugged me
again.

"I love you John."

"I love you too Brox."

_______________________ Chapter Eight - The serious side

We'd drifted longer than I'd planned so I explained to Brox that we'd have
to get on course back to the harbor if I was going to get him home on time.
It wouldn't be a good first impression if I got him home late.

He was disappointed and said so. "I was looking forward to making you feel
good too John.  And I wanted to see you cum."

I cupped his cheek in my palm.  "You're very sweet Brox.  What I did for
you made me feel very good.  There will be other times for us to be
together.  But, it's more important that we get back on time."

We dressed and set the sails.  Once we were on course Brox insisted that he
steer and that I stand behind him with my arms around him.  I grew hard
against his back and he seemed to notice, turned his head and smiled up at
me.  Then he fiddled around a bit and finally grabbed a seat cushion to
stand on, saying that he couldn't see well enough.  When I had moved back
in behind and put my arms around him, I found that his bum was now higher
and rested neatly against me in just the right way.

He looked back at me again.  "That's better, right?"

I smiled. "Mmmmmm, feels just right."

"Yeah, I like you holding me like this and feeling you back there."

He wiggled his bum just a bit and giggled.  I began to wonder what it would
be like to spend the night on the boat and sleep with Brox in just this
position ... lying down, of course.  Then I began to think more soberly.
Brox and I had to have a serious chat about our growing relationship.

However, I chose to wait for the chat, rather than end the day on a serious
note.

The rest of the sail was great.  Brox proved to be a natural helmsman and I
told him so.  There is something about growing up sailing, some sense of
the wind, trimming the sails and steering, that most adults who didn't grow
up with it, just can't get.  I'm no scientist but I think it has to do with
hand-eye coordination, the feel of the wind on your face and the motion of
the sea on your inner ear.  I hoped that I could give that special sense to
Brox.  I laughed because I think he was thinking I was bit of a nut case as
I described all this to him.

By the time I took over and brought us into the dock he was begging me to
go out again.  We cleaned up the boat and walked up to his house right on
time.

When his mom met us as we walked in, I didn't get a chance to even say
hello before Brox was jabbering away about how wonderful sailing was.  His
mom finally had to send him up to shower and get ready for supper.  He gave
me a big hug, to his mom's surprise, and I had to look surprised too.  Then
he yelled "Thanks John!" as he ran up the stairs.

"John, is it?" He mom looked at me questioningly.

I laughed. "I insist that all the kids I know call me John.  Mister makes
me feel old and I explain to them that the way to show respect for someone
is to call them what they ask you to.  He tried to call me mister so he was
respectful."

She nodded. "But what's all this excitement about sailing?"

"Oh," I laughed again. "It appears that I have created a monster.  I let
him steer the boat and then, because he is clearly a natural at sailing, I
praised him rather generously."

She shook her head. "I warned you."

"Yeah, you sure did.  But that's okay.  If it's okay with you, I do need
some help with chores on the boat this year.  Over the years I have taught
kids sailing and all the related stuff, like navigation, in exchange for
elbow grease and sweat."  I, obviously, didn't bother to add my, on
occasion, enjoying another of their precious bodily fluids.

"Well, I'll ask his father but it sounds like a good idea to me and better
than him hanging around with that rowdy bunch of older boys over on the
mainland."

I smiled at the reference to the older boys but it was clear to me that she
had no clue who he really had been playing with. "If your husband approves,
have Broxton call me in the morning so I can work out a schedule with him.
Now, I'd better run."

She showed me to the door. "It sounds like we're sending him off to summer
camp for free.  Thank you."

"No, thank you."  I laughed. "I suppose you could look at it that way but
then, I'm getting free labor and the chance to teach someone one of the
joys of my life, sailing."  Not to mention sex, I thought to myself.

With that, I headed home planning to do some serious thinking about how to
chat with Brox about our relationship.

The next morning, and a rainy one, came too soon and I still didn't know
what I was going to say to the boy.  Yes, I liked and cared about him but
I'll be honest, I was also worried about myself.  It's only natural.  If
I'd just not stopped to help him with his bike.  He wasn't hurt and he
could have walked his bike home.  Why didn't he?  He'd heard the talk about
me from the older boys.  He knew about my boat.  He saw and commented on my
binoculars.  His mom had even called him a master conniver and warned me
that he'd wrap me around his little finger.

While he did have me wrapped around his little finger, could he have
planned it all?  Knowing he was gay, hearing about my past, thinking that I
might be gotten to have sex with him, since I might have been watching him
and Mark.  God, had he even planned and staged all that?  Was he really
that Machiavellian?  Shit!  The kid was indeed a master and I was a landed
fish, the catch of the day.

What the fuck was I gonna do.  If I confronted him ... well, was it a
veiled threat when he spoke about not telling the other kids or his folks
even before I told him about Paul?  Wait, he had come back for more after I
came all over him.  I did provide him with his first dry cum and there was
no denying that it was very good for him.  He did get that cushion to stand
on so his butt lined up right with my hardon and said how much he liked it.
He did seem to show honest emotion, asking me for a proper kiss and
... could he really have said he loved me and make it sound so genuine, if
it wasn't?

Maybe I can find a way to turn this around and even help him to realize
that the way he went about all this was wrong.  I had been thinking and
worrying that maybe he would think that this would be a long term
relationship when, in fact, he may well know it can only be for a while.
Maybe he is smart enough ... no, mature enough, to realize that this can
only go on just so long.

That's it.  I've been over thinking again.  I know what I'll say and see
how he reacts.

I'm glad that light bulb went off just then because a few minutes later the
phone rang and it was Brox.  I told him to meet me at the boat.

"But it's raining!" He said.

"So?" I said back. "There's always boat stuff to do below decks on a rainy
day."

"Ooohhhh yeeaaahhhh." He slyly whispered into the phone.

"Oh yeah?" I replied. "We gotta talk Broxton."

"Huh?"

"Meet me at the boat." I ordered.

I got down there fast and watched from below as Brox ran down the ramp onto
the float, climbed onboard and jumped down the hatch, pulling in shut
behind him.

"Phew! I'm soaked." He complained.

I handed him a towel and watched from my seat on a bunk as he dried his
face and hair as best he could.  "Hang that up in the head when you're done
please."

He looked at me funny as he did it. "You mad at me?  You called me Broxton
on the phone."

"No, I'm not mad at you Brox.  We just have to talk about something
serious."

"Serious?" he asked as he hung up the towel.  Then he came back and sat
down on the bunk across from me.

"Yup. Did you know that when you are 32, in the prime of your life and off
to South America or someplace, I'll be 61 and looking at retirement homes?"

He looked adequately confused. "What's that got to do with anything?"

I smiled. "Well, I've grown to care for you and you said you loved me and
said that I loved you too.  So, I just wanted to be sure that you see the
difference in our ages and what our future might be like"

His jaw dropped ... he's cute when he does that.

I winked at him.

He closed his mouth and then let it fall open again.  "You ..."

I waited.

He actually looked like he might cry. "You know don't you."

"Well, I wasn't sure until just now."

"So now you hate me?" He looked stricken.

I smiled. "No, Brox.  Actually, I'm rather flattered that you'd go to so
much trouble.  And, by the way, I really do love and care for you."

A tear ran down his cheek as he looked at his bare wet feet.  I got up,
went over and sat down next to him.  I put my arm around his shoulder and
lifted his chin up with my hand.  "You know you didn't need to go to so
much trouble and that it was actually kind of wrong don't you?"

"Yeah." He sighed with a hitch in his voice.

I kissed his forehead. "You're not mad that I figured it out are you?"

He looked surprised. "Me mad?  No.  I guess I just feel stupid."

"Stupid?" I laughed. "You?  Not hardly.  Now give me a hug."

He half smiled and gave me a little hug.

"So, where do we go from here?" I asked rhetorically.  "I'll tell you what
I'd like and you tell me how that sounds."

"Okay." He said cautiously.

"Well, I love and care for you and I think you feel the same for me.  I
know, as time goes by, we'll both change.  You will get interested in
different things, make new friends and probably find a boyfriend your own
age, but no matter what, I know that I'll always love and care about you."

"I guess."

"What does that mean?  What did I forget?" He was the one who had to ask
about the sex.

He was struggling and I thought it was good for him.

"What is it?" I prompted. "It's okay. You can ask me anything."

He whispered so I could barely hear. "Can ... can we still ... you know.
Can we still do stuff?"

I put my arm around him again. "Brox, as long as you want to we can and
when you decide you don't want to anymore, then we wont.  I'll love you
anyhow, no matter what."

With that I lay back and pulled him with me.  He slid up on top and buried
his face in my neck with his mouth next to my ear and whispered. "I'm
sorry."

"That's okay my boy."

"Am I?  Am I your boy?"

"Yup, for as long as you want to be."

He moved against me and hugged me tighter. "I like the sound of that."

"Good, I'm glad you do.  Just remember, you can come to me to talk about
anything."  I gave him a squeeze back and then eased him off of me and
tried to get up.

"Uuuggghhhhh," Brox moaned. "Don't get up."

"Well, I thought I'd show you how all the navigation electronics works." I
explained as I sat up.

"I'm cold." He whined and sat up.

"Well, you're soaked and have gotten me a little damp too."  I whined back
and stuck out my tongue followed by a silly smile.

I rummaged in a cubby and pulled out one of my old T-shirts. "C'mere."

He stood and I handed the shirt to him. "Take off that wet shirt and put
this one on."

I watched as he changed shirts.  My old one came down to his knees.  I took
his wet one and hung it up to dry in the galley.  When I turned back he
handed me his shorts. "These were wet too."

"Oh, okay." I hung them next to his shirt.  "How are your undershorts?"

He shook his head. "Don't wear 'em in the summer."

I looked at him, in my too-long-for-him-shirt, knowing he was naked
underneath and decided that it was rather sexy.  However, I kept that to
myself as I'd learned that it didn't take much to get his motor running.
"Okay, feel better?"

"Yeah. it's a little drafty though."

"I'm sure." I laughed.  "Let's sit in the navigation area.  You slide in
first.  It'll be less drafty if your on the inside."

The navigation area, or nav station as I usually called it, was like a one
sided booth in a diner. A bench seat with a backrest and a desk like table
with a lifting top to store charts and navigation tools.  Above it, mounted
on the bulkhead, were the SatNav (called a GPS these days), a depth sounder
and the radio which was both for communications and getting weather
reports.

Brox slid in and pulled the bottom of his shirt down over his knees.  I
slid in next to him.  It was a tight fit but the closeness would warm him
up.  I spent a few minutes showing him the local navigational chart, where
we were now and where we had sailed yesterday.  Then I showed him how the
SatNav worked and explained that I could tell it a buoy location and it
would monitor our progress toward that spot.  As we sailed its readings
would tell us how fast we were going, how long until we got there and if
and how far we might get off course.  He seemed rather impressed,
especially when I told him that the unit would even sound an alarm when we
got there.

When I turned it on I had him take the reading of latitude and longitude
from the display and find it on the chart.  He was amazed at how accurate
it was but said that he thought it would be even better if it had a chart
built in.  I praised him for suggesting that and mentioned that it was
actually available but very expensive.

We spent about an hour going over plotting on the chart, using the depth
finder to follow fathom lines on the chart as another means of finding
where you were and using the radio.

Finally, he began to get a bit fidgety. "I'm still a little cold John."

"Would you like a blanket?"

"You have one?"

"Yup, we got it all.  C'mon."

I led him up forward to the v-berth, which is a double bunk fit into the
bow of the boat so it makes a "V" shape.  I pointed out a blanket up in the
point of the "V" and he scrambled up to get it giving me a cute view of his
bare backside.

"Thanks." He said as he wrapped it around himself and smiled back at
me. "Hey, it's neat in here.  Kind of cozy."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I enjoy sleeping in there sometimes when I go out over
night."

"That sounds like it would be fun.  Can we do that one night?"

"Sure, if it's okay ..."

"... If my parents say it's okay." His eyes rolled up as he finished my
sentence for me. "I know."

I laughed and turned to go back to the nav station.

"John.  Wait.  Can you come in here and snuggle with me until I get warm?"

"Horny little bugger." I thought ... not that I'm complaining. I went back
kicking off my boat shoes and climbed up in the bunk and lay down next to
him.  Then he snuggled up to my left side and pulled the blanket over us
both.  I figured that this was as good a time as any to mention what I had
explained to his mom.

"Brox, did you hear what your mom and I talked about yesterday?"

"No, not really."  He pulled us into more of a face to face hug so he could
look at me.

"Well, I basically said that I could teach you everything I can about
sailing in return for your helping me with work on the boat.  Does that
sound like something you'd be interested in?"

He smiled. "Yeah, that's neat.  I like sailing and then we get to be
together more and have more opportunities to do other stuff too."  Then he
leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

I grinned. "You sure are a horny little devil."

"I can't help it."

I chuckled. "I know the feeling.  Just knowing you're naked under that
T-shirt makes me horny too."

"Then why don't we both get naked.  I love being naked with you."

I caressed his face with my hand and smiled.  "I want to Brox but being on
the boat tied up at the dock is not the best of places to fool around.
Friends and neighbors have a tendency to just climb onboard, say hello and
come below.  If we were both naked and doing stuff we'd surely be caught."

"Boy, you really are a worrier."

"Well, not counting the trouble we'd get into, especially me, would you
want our not being careful to cost us this?"

"Geez, I didn't think of it that way.  So can we go up to your house?"

"Yes, but let's set some ground rules.  No doing stuff when and where
people can walk in on us.  No talking about it unless we are completely
alone.  No writing about it, ever.  Any other ideas?"

"Um.  How about no talking about it on the phone unless we're sure no one
is home?"

I nodded. "Good one."

"So, let's go!" He flipped the blanket off us and scrambled out of the
bunk.

"Brox, put your pants and shirt on and I'll find you something dry at my
house."

He'd already stripped off my T-shirt and stood there naked with a grin. "I
wont need anything!"

I laughed. "I suppose.  I'll put your stuff in the dryer and then we'll
find something and keep it at hand just in case."

He pulled on his damp shirt and shorts. "Oh yuck!  These are cold.  You
will have to warm me up fast when we get there."

We closed up the boat and I jogged up to the house as Brox rode his bike.
It wasn't raining much.  Just drizzling really but it was a bit chilly.

_____________________________ Chapter Nine - A rainy morning's delight

When we got up to the house his teeth were actually chattering.  I directed
him upstairs, following close behind, to my bedroom to find a dry shirt and
shorts for each of us.

I rummaged in my dresser and found what I needed and turned around.  There
were two discarded pieces of boy sized clothing on the floor and a
shivering lump under the covers of my bed.  I cracked up laughing.

"You were that cold Brox?"

I heard a muffled shivering reply from under the covers. "Yyyyyeah."

"Okay kiddo.  You get warm and I'll just run the wet stuff down and put it
in the dryer.  I'll be right back."

"'Kay."

I grabbed a bathrobe, went down to the laundry room, stripped off and set
all our stuff to dry.  With the robe on I stopped in the kitchen to
microwave two cocoas and headed back upstairs.

I called out as I climbed the stairs. "Hot cocoa sound good Brox?"  But got
no reply.

Back in my room, I set the cocoas down on the night table and peeked under
the cover.  Brox was fast asleep and looked so sweet.  I dropped the robe
on my chair and slipped in under the covers next to him.  He was so cute.
I brushed a curl of hair off his forehead with a finger.  He stirred,
rolled over and slid an arm over my chest.

"I made us hot cocoas." I said softly.

"Mmmmmmmmm ..." He sighed.

I kissed his forehead where the stray hair had been.

He opened his eye and pulled himself up onto his elbows. "That sounds good.
Thanks."

I passed him a cup.  "Watch it that you don't burn your tongue."

I took mine and we sat there sipping gingerly and warming up.

"This is good cocoa for instant."

"Yeah, not many stores have it.  Are you hungry?  Want some lunch?"

Reaching across me and putting his cup down, he looked at the clock on the
night table. "It's only 11:30.  Can we wait a while?"

I knew what my horny boy was thinking and I liked it when he initiated
things.  "Sure, this cocoa was enough for me for a while."

He slid back down and lay back.  I placed my cup beside his and slid down
next to him.  After a moment he reached across me and pulled on my arm so I
rolled on my side facing him.  I moved my hand over his chest and circled
his nipples.

He giggled. "That tickles."

Then, holding my arm up, he turned on his side with his back to me and
scooched back so we were in a spoon position.  My cock nestled along the
crack of his ass and I slid an arm under his head so I could hug him from
behind.  I lifted my head and kissed him behind his ear.

He sighed. "I don't know why but this is just how I've often dreamt of
sleeping.  Now that I know you, I've dreamt twice of you back there
sleeping with me.  It just seems so ... I don't know how to say it."

"Safe?"

"Yeah, that's part of it.  But I also like feeling you back there.  It's
kind of like that part of you is supposed to be back there ... but then
that's not quite what I mean either."

"Does it feel natural?"

"Yeah, that's a good word."

"Is this closer to what you imagine?" And with that, I slide my hand down
to his stomach and gently caressed him there.  He sucked in a breath when I
first touched his stomach then he relaxed again and I wrapped my fingers
around his boner.

"Mmmmmmm, yes.  That's nice."

I very slowly moved my hand on his penis and it caused him to involuntarily
move against my cock.  It throbbed and he pushed back against me.  I let go
of his cock and moved my hand back to lift his butt cheek a little.  My
cock, still lay along his crack but a little further in-between.  It was
warmer and softer.  I returned to slowly stroking his boner.

"Oh man John.  That's even better."  He pushed back harder and I began to
hump against his warm soft bottom.  He reached his hand back and ran it up
and down my thigh.  After a moment he moved away a little, scooched up a
bit and then pushed back.  The tip of my cock pushed between his butt
cheeks but higher than where I would have liked, though I was going to
resist going that far.

He began moving again and so did I.  My leaking pre-cum lubricated things
and the tip of my cock slipped further between his cheeks and poked him
just above his hole.  He paused and I could tell he was very excited.  He
was trembling.  Then he made a quicker move this time to get it in the
right position and pushed back.

The tip of my cock hit the right spot and it was all I could do to hold
back.  "Oh God!"  He groaned. "That's what I dream of."  He pushed back
more and I held back.

"Brox, I can't do that.  Not yet."  But I wasn't sure if he knew exactly
what I meant.

"Ohhhh," he groaned in frustration.  "It feels so good."

"I know sweetie but it might hurt you."

"But it feels so good when you rubbed me there before."

I suddenly realized that he wasn't thinking about my entering him.  "I know
sweetie but I just don't want to hurt you back there.  If you like the
feeling back there then maybe after lunch I'll show you something really
special."

He rolled over to face me. "What?  Tell me now.  Please."

I smiled and kissed his forehead.  "It's better if it's a surprise the
first time.  I promise you that it will be worth the wait and you will want
me to do it all the time."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!" He growled at me. "You're terrible!"

"I know." I stared at him and then he relaxed and snuggled into my arms.
Our boners pressed together and we humped slowly.

"I liked you calling me sweetie, John."

I looked at him.  "It's because I love you."  Then I kissed his nose.

He smiled and moved in and kissed me on the lips.  It lingered and grew a
little passionate.  His breath was coming fast through his nose.  Then I
felt the tip of his tongue on my lips.  I let him in and met him with mine.
He moved tentatively but gained in confidence.

After a moment he pulled away with a gasp. "Oh God!  That is so hot.  Wow!
I wanna make you cum John.  It's your turn and I want to be kissing you
when you cum."

"Here, lift your leg a bit." I reach down and aimed my cock between his
leg. "Now let your leg down."

"Oh wow. It feels sexy there."

I hugged him and started to hump slowly. He got the idea quickly and soon
my pre-cum had me sliding between his legs almost as good as fucking.  It
didn't take him long to figure that if he moved just right the tip of my
cock rubbed him near his butt hole.

He kissed me again and I began to get really worked up.  I had to break off
the kiss to tell him I was close.  My hand held his delicious butt cheek as
I thrust faster between his legs.  Just before I was about to cum I leaned
in and kissed him.  Our tongues made love as I began to grunt as I came.
My humping became erratic and I felt the heat of my cum flooding between
his legs.  I had to stop and collapsed onto my back panting.

"Oh God John!" He exclaimed. "That was incredible.  I did that for you?  I
made you cum! Awesome.  Oh wow."  I looked up at him as he was gazing down
at me in amazement.

"Phew," I gasped.

I watched as he explored between his legs with his hand and brought it back
out covered with cum.  He rubbed it between his fingers, looked at it and
then sniffed it.  He made a face. "Smells funny and it's slimy. Nasty
... sexy.  No, nastily sexy." He stumbled over the words and then gave me a
big evil grin.

I laughed. "Not gross though?" I asked.

He gave me another dirty grin and used his cum slicked hand to stroke his
still hard cock. "No way.  It's real sexy.  I can't wait to get you to cum
on me again."

I leaned over and kissed him. "God I love you Brox.  You are one hot sexy
boy!"

He smiled proudly. "Yeah, and I'm your hot sexy boy."

I laughed again. "Well, my sexy boy, I think we better take a quick shower
and have some lunch."

He bounced off the bed. "Together?"

"Sure."

______________________________________ Chapter Ten - Brox gets a lickin'
and keeps on tickin'

We showered quickly and I made sure to soap him up good around his back
door in preparation for what I'd planned as a surprise afternoon treat for
him.  He found my extra care curious but also arousing and he sported a
firm boner as we walked down to the laundry room to put on our now dry
clothes.

As we walked into the kitchen I teased him. "I see your soldier is still at
attention."

He giggled good-naturedly. "Yeah, I'm keeping him ready for action.
Remember, you promised me something special after lunch."

"Yup and I think you're gunna love it."

He came over, putting his arms around me and looking up at me with all the
sweetness he could muster. "Tell me what it is John ... pleeeeeease."

I leaned down and gave him a kiss. "No sweetie.  Like I said, It's better
if it's a surprise the first time." Then I kissed him again, this time
making it last long enough to get my own soldier to attention, which seemed
to delight Brox no end.

When we parted he ran his hand over the bulge in my pants. "I love that I
can give you a boner and that you think I'm sexy."

"Me too, me too." I said as I tousled his hair.  Then I added, just to see
if he had as dirty a mind as I did. "Would you like a hot dog for lunch?"

"Yes, please.  I'll have two.  One for lunch and this one for desert." And
he ran his hand over the formerly softening lump in my shorts.

"You're soooo bad." We both laughed.

"Seriously Brox, one or two hot dogs?"

"Three."

I grabbed and tickled him. "I'll make one each and then if you're still
hungry ... for lunch, not desert, I can make another round."

As I pulled out the makings I was thinking how nice it was that we had
developed such a close relationship so quickly.  I don't mean the sex but
the comfort that he had just being himself around me.  I was pleased that
he was so at ease, along with his acceptance of his sexuality.  Over the
years, with all the young friends that I have had, I've found that boys,
longing for the friendship and attention of an older male, almost always
bond quickly.  The greater the need, the quicker the bonding.  That is,
unless there had been a source of distrust such as emotional or physical
abuse.  Only a few times had sex entered the picture though.  Most often it
only went as far as physical affection.  In Brox's case, as in a few
others, his sexuality and his awareness of society's prejudice against it,
made him scheme to get what he needed.

"Penny for your thoughts." Brox broke into my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"That's what my grandma says; 'a penny for your thoughts'.  You looked like
you were day dreaming."

"Oh, sorry.  I was just thinking how nice it was that we grew at ease with
each other so quickly."

He came up as I was working and hugged me from behind.  "Yeah, I really
like you."

The microwave pinged. "Okay, the dogs are ready Brox."

I put one in a toasted roll and handed it to him. "There's mustard and
relish.  You know it's a sin to put catsup on a hot dog but if you want it,
it's there too."

"Huh?"  I looked at me like I was nuts.

I just chuckled. "Help yourself while I pour a couple of iced teas."

He tended to his dog.  Then I did mine and we sat at the table. "To be
serious for a moment Brox, you know I've only got a week's vacation right?"

He looked like a chipmunk chewing a big mouthful of hot dog, so I got a
mushy sounding reply. "Mhummm."

"Well, next week I wont be around except in the evenings and on the weekend
so we wont see as much of each other."

He looked a little surprised. "Gee, I hadn't thought about that."

I nodded. "Yeah, so I thought it a good idea that we talk about it.  I
think that it would be a good idea that you keep involved with the kids you
had gotten to know before we met."

Now he looked disappointed. "But it's more fun being with you."

I put my hot dog down. "I know and I love being with you too but it's going
to look a bit unusual soon.  Don't you think?"

"Yeah ..." He looked thoughtful. "I guess."

"Also, remember Brox that some of the boys talk about me so, when they see
that we are friends they are going to ask about it and maybe say stuff."

"Yeah, I did think about that but I don't care."

"Yes, but you have to not let them provoke you to maybe say something back
that you'll regret ... that we'll both regret."

"Well, I avoid the older guys anyhow and Mark is the only kid I've really
made friends with."

"Will you come to me, though, if something bothers you?"

"Okay."

I picked up my hot dog again.  "How's your hot dog?"

I got a mouthful reply and a nod. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm."

"Want another?"

I got another and very enthusiastic nod. "I mean another for lunch."

He swallowed and giggled. "That's what I meant, silly."

I made two more and we continued to sit and munch.  After a few moments I
broke the silence. "Tomorrow, I think you should plan to do something with
Mark, if he's around.  Then maybe you can stop by here on your way home in
the afternoon."

"Awwwwwwww!  I rather be with you."

"I know but it's a good idea."

"Yeah, I guess." He conceded.  Then his eyes lit up. "Can I stop here for a
few minutes before I go see Mark?"

It was my turn to concede. "Okay, but just for a few minutes."

We finished our hot dogs and I collected all the stuff, put everything away
and washed things up.  As I was drying my hands the little minx began
hugging me from behind.

"That was a nice lunch John.  Thanks"

I knew he was buttering me up. "You're welcome.  I'm glad you enjoyed it."

He followed me as I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
It was still drizzling outside and I wondered if his mom would assume, in
this weather, that we weren't on the boat and call to check up on her
son. "Brox, since it's still miserable out, should we call your mom and let
her know you're here, up at the house?"

"Nah, she got invited out to that country club again."

"Do they have any good junior programs there?  Maybe you can make some
friends your age up there.  I remember they have a great swimming pool from
when I was a kid and my parents were members."

"I don't know."

"Well, it might be fun and would keep you busy during the week when I'm not
around.  Also, you might not have to worry about the local boys here asking
you about us."

I expected him to moan and groan about the idea but was pleasantly
surprised by his reaction. "That's a good idea.  I might ask about golf
too.  I like to watch it on TV."

"Hey!  That's a great idea.  I love golf, though I haven't played in years.
I'm glad that you like the idea."

He snuggled up to me pulling my arm around him.  "I have a better idea
though." He cooed.

Knowing full well what was really on his mind I took the bait. "What's
that?"

He rose up, swung around, putting his leg over me and sat facing me on my
lap. "When do I get my surprise?"

I laughed. "Let's just sit here and talk and see what comes up."

He leaned back and looked at me like I'd just lost my mind.

I smiled. "It's a joke Brox.  Can't you feel what's come up?"

He looked thoughtful for a second and then wiggled his bum on my lap. "You
have a weird sense of humor John." But he smiled and leaned forward to hug
me.

I rubbed my hands up and down his back and over his bottom.  He began to
move against me a little.  Then he sat back enough to kiss me.  We kissed a
long time, our tongues moving in and out and our breaths beginning to sound
like gasps.  He made little squeaking sort of whines as he rocked on my
lap.

Finally, he broke away and buried his face in my neck and then moaned in my
ear.  "Can we go back up to your bed?  I want you to take my clothes off
and hug me naked."

"Yes, sweetie.  Let's go."

He got up and took my hand, pulling me off the sofa.  Then he led me by the
hand and climbed the stairs to my room.  Once there I stood in front of him
and lifted up his shirt.  He raised his arms like a little boy and I pulled
it up and off.  Then I sat on the edge of the bed and he moved between my
knees.  I gently slipped off his shorts and his very stiff boner slapped
his belly.  We both giggled.

He was beautiful.  His cock looked delicious and I leaned forward to kiss
the tip of it.  Then I let it slide between my lips and, as I held his bum
in my hands, I sucked on him greedily.  He was delicious and I could smell
him, both a clean boy scent from our shower and a bit of his muskiness from
between his legs.  An area I was soon going to explore and was sure it
would delight him.

He held my head as I worked on his cock and I felt his fingers running
through my hair.  When I slipped a finger up into the warmth of his crack
his fingers gripped my head and he let out more of those squeaky little
moans.  He spread his feet apart and I found his tiny hole and gently
massaged it.  His hips pushed back and then forward again.  I felt the
muscle around his hole tighten and then his cock started to throb and jerk
in my mouth.

He yelped. "Oh God John!  It's happening again.  Oh shiiiiiiit!"

I slowed my sucking and removed my finger.  In a moment he gently pushed my
head away from his cock.  I looked up at him and smiled. "Good?"

He just nodded.

"I'm glad you liked it.  By the way, that's not the surprise.  That was
just to say thanks for this morning.  The surprise will be because I love
you and love to make you feel good."

He lay down on the bed on his side with his head on a pillow and watched as
I stood to take off my clothes.  When I turned back and he saw my hardon,
he reached out for it.  I moved closer and he took it in his warm hand.  It
was the first time that he had really held it.

His hand was soft and gentle as he felt it and then my balls.  "I like your
cock and balls.  They're warm.  And I like your hair down there.  I like
when I feel it against me."  Then he tugged on my cock gently and I knew
that he wanted me to come to him.

I lay down and came into his arms.  He pressed his groin against mine and
gently humped.  He was still as hard as he'd ever been.  I kissed his neck
and hugged him, feeling his soft round bum.

He moaned softly. "You like my butt don't you."

"Yeah." I moaned back.

"I like it when you feel it and hold it and I love it when you put your
finger back there."

"I know.  I like that it makes you hot."

"Yeah.  It's weird but I think you touching that spot makes me hotter than
anything else."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it makes me hot when I make you hot."

"Please touch me more John."

"I will sweetie, soon."

I rolled him onto his back and kissed him on his chest.  Then I licked each
of his nipples.  He moaned softly.  I licked and kissed my way down over
his stomach and into his belly button.  With my hands, I guided his legs
apart and knelt between them. Then I licked lower and felt him suck in his
breath as I licked the sensitive creases where his legs met his body.  I
skipped his boner, pulsing to the fast beat of his heart, and licked on
either side of his balls.

Then I licked them and gently sucked on them and finally, as I nuzzled them
up with my nose, his natural instinct caused him to bend his knees up and I
kissed him just beneath.  The perineum is very sensitive and my first kiss
there was rewarded by a soft gasp.  I licked the area and was rewarded a
bit more loudly and urgently.

That's when it dawned on him where I was going. "Oh John. Oh God.  Kiss me
there.  Oh pleeeeease."

He lifted his legs up and presented me with his most sensitive and private
of places and I showed him how much I loved him as I licked and kissed all
around his tight little rose colored pucker.  His moans were louder and
more intense as he begged me to both stop and then not to stop.  When I
centered the tip of my tongue on his hole and pushed, he shuddered.  I
worked my tongue in a tiny bit and wiggled its tip.  After a few moments of
this and his increased moans, he stiffened and went off into a wild
dry-cum.  I could feel his muscle tightening and relaxing and tightening
again on the tip of my tongue.  I held it there and pressed my lips around
it.

Slowly the squeezing stopped and his breathing slowed but he still softly
moaned and I, once again began licking and kissing around his hole.  He
didn't ask me to stop and I sensed that he was winding up for another
dry-cum.  His hands were down at his sides and one of them found mine and
he gripped my hand and held tight.

His moaning built again and he cried out.  "Oh shit John!  I'm gonna do it
again. Oh God. Ooohhhh!"

Again he went over the edge and I felt the twitching of his muscle and I
kissed it and licked it until the second spasm had passed.  When he
loosened his grip on my hand I looked up at him.  His eyes were closed and
his face was covered with a sheen of sweat.  I moved up between his legs
and looked down at him.  He must have sensed my presence above him as he
opened his eyes and smiled weakly.  I guess it was his natural instinct
that made him encircle my waist with his legs and try to draw me closer.
When he did my boner touched his hole and his eyes opened wide.

I didn't really realize and so asked. "What? Are you okay?"

"Your ... your boner.  I can feel it touching me there.  It ... it feels
... I don't know.  It feels like I dreamed.  It feels so good there."

While I knew what his instincts were trying to tell him I also knew that he
had to figure it out on his own and ask for it on his own.  While it's how
I wanted to love him so very much, I just knew I couldn't put the idea
there.  It had to be his.  His choice, his desire, his request.

I leaned down and gently kissed him on the lips and all I said was, "Yes,
it feels good to me too."

Then I climbed off of him, lay on my back and drew him into a cuddle at my
side.

He reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock. "It felt so good
there. And what you did John ... it was amazing.  I never felt anything so
awesome."

"I wanted to show you how much I loved you."

"Well, you must love me lots."

He gently began to stroke my cock.  I nuzzled him with my chin.  "Feels
nice."

"Can I make you cum?"

"Yes, I would love you to and it sure wont take long."

He rested his head on my shoulder and stroked a little faster.

"That's good there." I whispered.

I shifted us a bit so I could caress his buns and feel his cock rubbing
against my leg.  As I got closer he looked back at me and smiled.  "I love
you John."

Then he went back to watching and stroking me intently.

"I'm close Brox.  Oh sweetie.  Do it.  Make me cum. Oh man. Here ... here
..."

I grunted and a rope of cum shot up just short of his face.  Then another
and another as I gasped and grunted.

When the spurts slowed to a dribble he moved his hand to the puddle and put
his palm down in it.  Then he moved it around.  "It's warm."

Then he lifted his hand and looked at it and then up at me.  He was deep in
thought.  "John, when you suck someone older, do you let them cum in your
mouth?"

"Well, I'd only suck someone I liked and then, yes, I would."

"What's it taste like? I mean, is it gross?"

"I don't think it's gross but everybody is different.  It's kind of a salty
bleachy kind of taste."

"Bleachy?"

"It has a smell and taste a little like a hint of a bleach.  It's really
hard to describe."

I watched as he slowly brought a finger to his mouth and tentatively stuck
his tongue out.  Then he made a funny face as he took a tiny taste.  He
looked at it on his finger again and thought for a moment.  Then he took
another taste.

"I see what you mean.  A little salty and I did notice the bleachy sort of
smell and maybe even in the taste too."

"Boys' cum seems to be not as strong a taste.  But as they get older it
gets a little stronger.  It can also be affected by what someone has
eaten."

He looked at me with a little surprise and curiosity. "Have you sucked a
lot of people until they've cum?"

I gave him a vague answer with a smile. "A few."

"So you like it then?"

"Yes."

"I wish I could cum for you."

Again, I smiled. "You will.  Probably sooner than you think but it will be
in your body's own good time.  I'm happy just making you feel good and
happy though."

I got up and got a towel to clean up a bit.  Brox lay there and watched and
when I was done he held out his arms to me. "Please come back and cuddle
with me.  I like that lots."

I climbed back on the bed and gathered him up in my arms again.  "I like it
a lot too."  I said as I ran my hand over his back and down to his bum to
hold it gently.

"John, do you think this is wrong?"

"What?  Being gay?"

"No.  Well, yes, that too but I mean a man and a boy having sex."

"No, I don't think it's wrong if it's what the boy really wants and knows
that he doesn't have to do it.  That he can say no if he wants.  Trouble
is, most people don't understand and always think that the man forces the
boy.  That the boy isn't old enough or mature enough to make a proper
decision."

"That's dumb.  If I'm old enough to decide to do it with a kid my age, how
can I not be old enough to decide to do it with a man.  Or a woman for that
matter.  Besides, I started this.  You didn't."

"Yeah, but other adults would say that, no matter what, I should have said
no."

"That would have really upset me.  I mean, I was really getting desperate."

I laughed. "It's amazing how powerful raging hormones can be."

He giggled. "I can picture tiny little red faced hormones jumping up and
down in my balls, shaking their fists and screaming in frustration."

I giggled too. "I know the feeling."  I reached down and caressed Brox's
balls.  "Be cool guys, your time will cum."

Still giggling Brox added. "And you can make that time cum as often as you
like John."

I chuckled. "I'm at your service Brox." And I kissed him deeply.

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Next:  Part Three - Our relationship grows deeper
Chapter Eleven - A day of Rest?