Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2009 07:25:17 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Those Little White Shorts

Dear Reader: This is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not permitted to view this material.

	I know you've seen them, even if the trend these days is the baggy
look. I have to admit some boys look simply wonderful in loose fitting
clothes, others need something tight to sell the image. A pair of grey or
blue gym shorts isn't quite the same thing as a pair of white cotton
shorts. Give me something that hugs the hips, accentuates the behind and
allows some room to show off...now we're talkin.

	It takes courage to wear tight white shorts and most adolescent
males are too shy for the challenge. But there are a few, and sometimes one
so special...your comments welcome: Chris James

<drmeta4@gmail.com>


		      Those Little White Shorts (M/B)

Chapter One

	He sat on the carpet over in the corner with his knees drawn
up. Dan's eyes were riveted to the boy's crotch, probably because the white
shorts he was wearing looked like they belonged to his little brother, if
he had one, did it matter? His muscular legs were covered with a silky down
of light brown hair, a trace of his manhood.

	He couldn't be more than fifteen, although they had just met today
and Dan didn't have the details. The kid looked younger than the others but
in the present company he was treated as a peer. Ah, yes, they were all
talking about cars and the boy doesn't drive, he's fifteen.

	Dan had been at the beach for five days with his sick nephew,
Barry. The trip had been planned for weeks but on the day of departure the
boy said he had a cold, it looked worse than that. Barry's temperature was
just over a hundred. Read that as three days in bed, so they might as well
be at the beach. Dan put him to bed the minute they got to the beach house.

	Dan walked to the store, reveling in the salt air and hoping he
didn't catch Barry's virus. He figured it was the flu and bought lots of
juice, soup and sore throat medicine, it might be a long week.

	Barry slept for fourteen hours straight. Dan walked the beach, sat
in the sun and generally enjoyed the solitude. The crash of waves and calls
of the seabirds reminded him of better times. It was probably his positive
mental state that kept him from getting sick.

	After the first day Barry ate some soup and drank everything put in
front of him. They watched cable television, played cards and Dan even got
the boy to sit in the sun for a while. Barry was slowly fighting it off;
maybe he could still have some fun on the beach.

	By the fourth day Barry wanted to go out and so they threw open the
windows to air the place out and sprayed disinfectant around the rooms. Dan
drove down the main drag and gawked at all the tourists, one of his
favorite pastimes. He was born on this coast; salt water was in his blood.

	As it happened, Barry saw someone he knew from school who asked if
he knew that so-and-so was also down here, etc. Mike and Tom, with Carl
driving his new VW followed them back to the house and Dan sprang for
pizza. He noticed that Barry seemed cured of his illness and the familiar
company seemed to help.

	 Barry was a freshman in high school and so was Mike. The other
two, Tom and Carl were a year ahead. Major topic of discussion was girls,
with cars and movies thrown in for balance. On its face the conversation
was inane but peer relationships were formed from banter like this. It was
nostalgic and made Dan glad he was an adult.

	 Barry knew about Dan and his love of boys, but he knew his uncle
wouldn't play in this field because his friends were off limits. It gave
them both confidence and fortified the familial ties. Dan often laughed and
thought it was dear that Barry brought friends over just to tease...the
brat.

	But Barry tired after six hours with his chums and Dan sent them
packing with the promise of a barbecue if they returned the following
afternoon. The poor kid was worn out but dirty. He hadn't bathed in two
days and so Dan led him into the bathroom and filled the tub.

	He undressed the boy and put him in the tub, soaping him up from
head to toe. Barry had always felt safe and this acceptance of goodwill had
defeated his sense of modesty long ago. Dan had watched the boy's balls
drop and his pubes grow.

	They had always been open about sex. Dan knew Barry was still a
virgin and supported his efforts to remain that way, at least for a while
longer. There had been some moments of tension between them but it had
always been over parenting issues.

	On their fall camping trip last year Barry got weird one night and
dropped his pants. It freaked Dan out but the boy masturbated himself and
it was only showing off 'that new thing' his cock could do. When Barry
ejaculated Dan felt honored to be the first one in his life to know, and
the moment passed.

	Now the sight of his beautiful body was exciting, the little boy
was growing up. Dan rinsed him off and wrapped Barry in a towel. The boy
was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. There was nothing more to do
than walk on the beach and masturbate on the sand. Sometimes Barry inspired
fantasies, and why not, he was everything Dan desired but could not have.

	Barry was up with the sun and they went for a swim before
breakfast. By noon the friends had arrived and they were the ones who
brought the tiny white shorts...his name was Steve. He was quiet or maybe
the others were overly familiar with Barry and he felt like an
outsider. Dan's first impression was of mousey brown hair, green eyes and a
pleasant smile.

	Dan went about preparing to cook, marinating the chicken and
shucking the corn. He was intent on mixing the cake batter and didn't
notice the boy who had walked in the kitchen behind him.

	"Can I help?" an unfamiliar voice said. Dan turned to find Steve
standing in the doorway. Behind him the stereo was playing and the other
boys talking and laughing. It sounded like they were having fun, so why was
the boy here?

	Dan's eyes traveled the boy's torso and came to rest on the bulge
at his crotch.

	"You know it's about time you gave those shorts back to your little
brother," Dan said. "They have laws about showing off as much as you do."
He laughed to let Steve know he was joking.

	"They are kind of tight," Steve said, lifting his shirt to pull at
the waistband.

	Damn, the kid is teasing. "You can take the bread out of the oven,"
Dan offered, "Mitts are in the drawer on the right."

	He beat the batter harder now, eyes on Steve's ass as the boy bent
over to retrieve the bread. A sweet sight for sure, Dan thought, doesn't he
know I'm looking? He poured the batter in the pans and Steve placed them on
the oven rack. He moved well, athletic training Dan was sure.

	"You play sports at school?" Dan asked.

	"I used to play tennis, but I quit." He shrugged as if to say it
was no big deal.

	"So how do you stay in shape, chasing girls?"

	"Sometimes, but I haven't scored yet." He thought about that for a
moment and then smiled. "Uh, don't mention that to the guys, ok?"

	"Your secret is safe with me. Besides by the time I could tell
anyone it probably won't be true anymore."

	They carried the food out to the grill and sat back to watch it
cook. Steve looked perfectly comfortable sitting there instead of hanging
with the guys.

	"How come you're not in there with them?" Dan asked.

	"I don't know them all that well. Carl is a friend of my brother
and this is the first time I've ever hung out with him. Besides, they're
talking about music I hate, sex stuff I don't understand and..."

	"And?"

	"Um, not supposed to talk about it with..."

	"Me or just adults in general?" Dan asked.

	"Yeah, both, I guess."

	"Drugs or alcohol?"

	"Oh...you know?"

	"Carl has rolling papers on the floor of his car and Mike always
seems to look stoned. I'm sure Barry has tried smoking pot but I don't
think he cares for it. And you?"

	"I've tried it, didn't you?"

	"Honestly, yes. But I think the chicken needs to be turned."

	Dan was not planning to discuss drug use with someone else's
kid. His bad habits were not to be held up for public scrutiny and not by a
fifteen year old. He checked the chicken and went back to the kitchen to
finish the food.

	Steve didn't mind talking about a wide range of things, this was
good. But Dan judged him to be a bit more innocent than his age
dictated. There was also an undercurrent of urgency to his comments, the
boy felt left out. He went back outside and watched Steve turning the
chicken with the tongs, good boy.

	"You do that like a pro," Dan commented.

	"I've cooked for some of the school events."

	"At Barnsley?" Dan asked, naming the local high school.

	"No, I went to Bridgemont Academy until this year."

	Ah, a private school kid. That explained why he didn't fit in with
the others, they had been separated socially. Now he was one of them now
but without the background, a new student.

	"Don't feel bad, I went to private school too. Your social skills
are probably a little rusty."

	"I can't even talk to the girls at Barnsley."

	"So learn the language, make a study of it. Become mysterious and
romantic. Dare to be different, they'll love it." Dan laughed.

	"Romantic, me?

	"There are ways you can learn, maybe I know somebody who'll teach
you." All right, where was he taking this? He didn't know any women who'd
take the boy's virginity...but let's play this out.

	"I'd plow Mike's mom if she'd let me, but that's a joke."

	"Hmm, let's see, what do I think is your type? Small slender body,
big dark brown cow eyes." Dan could keep going but it wasn't necessary,
Steve had already achieved the erection he wanted to see. Oh my, what a big
little man.

	"College girls have great asses." Steve was almost effervescent,
his hands covering every inch of his bulging shorts. Dan glanced down at
Steve's lap; they both knew what he was looking at.

	"You really need it bad, don't you?"

	"I'd give my savings to get laid," Steve said.

	"Let's not get drastic, save your money. I might just have a
solution to your problem." What a noble creature, bad boy Dan.

	Dinner was ready and Dan assembled the boys. Steve seemed
emboldened by their discussion even though the details remained
unspoken. Dan was thinking fast as he could, but the boy's smile kept
distracting him.

	The crowd left shortly thereafter and Steve went home with Dan's
phone number. He had been asked to call the following Saturday and to keep
those white shorts clean, he might need to wear them. Dan and Barry
returned to the suburbs where the boy told his mom what a wonderful time he
had. Marge, Dan's sister, was pleased. She knew Barry had been sick most of
the time and understood the burden.

	It was three days before Steve was supposed to call, what the hell
was he going to do? But Steve called at eight o'clock that night and caught
Dan napping on the couch.

	"Dan...this is Steve...am I bothering you?"

	"No problem...what's up?"

	"About Saturday...what were you thinking?"

	"I hate to see you in such pain; we should get together and talk. I
have some ideas about conquering your problem.

	"Aw man, you're a true friend."

	"Don't say that until after we talk, OK? I'll pick you up on
Saturday..."

	They went on to discuss the meeting place. For some reason Steve
was worried his friends might see them together so they picked a quiet
place to meet.

	Dan spent the next two days wondering what he was going to tell the
boy. Would Steve settle for a thirty something guy giving him lessons? Dan
was willing to take that boy's cock up his ass if the kid agreed to keep
his mouth shut...now who was desperate?

	Saturday morning came and Steve met him behind the mall and quickly
got in the car. He was wearing those same little shorts and a half T-shirt
which exposed that luscious tummy. God, does the boy know what he's doing
to me?

	Dan focused on driving, until they got back to the condo and Steve
followed him inside. They went through to the kitchen and picked up some
soda before settling down in the living room. Steve stared at the painting
above the fireplace.

	OK, not too many guys have a fully nude male on their wall. But it
was tasteful, nothing sexual unless you fancied porn stars.

	"Can I ask you a few questions, Steve?"

	"Yeah, sure. What can I tell you?"

	"When did you begin to masturbate, and when and where was the first
ejaculation? Am I getting too personal?" Of course he was but Steve would
have to answer.

	"Uh...I was ten, no, nine when I started jerking it. I didn't make
cum until I was twelve, the Fourth of July picnic at my uncle's house. My
cousin Jenny lost her bathing suit top in the pool when I untied the
strings. I went to the bathroom and jerked off after seeing her tits. It
felt different and then I came all over my hand. I remember thinking how
cool it was, the fucking thing finally worked."

	"Very well described, you have a way with words," Dan said.

	Steve grinned. "Everything being fair, what about you?"

	"Me...um, well I started out much the same as you. I discovered
masturbation after listening to a couple of my friends describe what it
felt like. I went home after school and tried it. Sixth grade was all about
finding time to sneak off and jerk myself."

	"Did you ever get with a girl?"

	"Did I ever? No...no I didn't. Hmm, what are you thinking?"

	Steve smiled. "I know you're gay, Dan. Barry sorta let that slip
out a while back and told Mike who told me."

	"OK, yeah, I'm gay. I don't want you to feel threatened by
that...you don't seem to be. You came here anyway knowing I was gay."

	"Yes, you still know more about sex than I do."

	"Good point. Sex isn't about who you're with, it's about the
feelings you get. The male body is a wonderful player in the sex game; you
just need to learn the rules."

	"So what were you planning to tell me today? Were you planning a
seduction?" Steve asked.

	"Honestly, I just wanted you to talk it all out. Then maybe you'll
feel more comfortable around girls. That is providing you do like girls?"
Dan said.

	"Uh, yeah...if I ever get the chance."

	"Then what's the big issue? I know you have the right equipment and
the good looks to attract girls...do they frighten you?"

	"They look right through me like I don't exist."

	"Oh? You need to explain that a little better. Is there something
you feel you're doing wrong?" Dan asked.

	"At school all the fifteen year old girls want to date seniors. I
like several of them but they have college boyfriends. I don't stand a
chance. Why are they all after these older guys?"

	"I imagine a fifteen year old girl finds an older guy more
attractive for a lot of reasons. If the guy is over eighteen it must take
on a forbidden atmosphere, and that brings an element of danger to the
relationship. Older guys have money if they work... fancier cars...even
bigger cocks I imagine."

	"Yeah, that's all true. But it's only a three or four year age
difference, how can it mean so much to them?" Steve asked.

	"Four years is a huge gap in age. Could you see yourself dating an
eleven year old girl?"

	"Oh, hell no."

	"But if you paid attention to a girl that young I bet she would be
flattered, much like the fifteen year old ones love the attention from an
older guy. The laws forbid it but chemistry makes it work. Girls are no
different in that respect. Their bodies release certain chemicals that
encourage the sex drive just like guys...you're a perfect example of that."

	Steve sighed. "My cock is as big as any of those college boys, I
could satisfy a girl."

	"Then your cock isn't the issue, you are," Dan said. "Look, I
lied...I did have sex with a few girls when I was your age and it was a
disaster."

	Steve laughed. "Well if you're gay then I imagine so...what went
wrong?"

	"Timing, and of course my general lack of interest in the act with
them. But I did it because I wanted to know the truth about myself, and I
got an answer."

	Steve smiled. "I'm surprised it even worked. I didn't think a girl
would even turn you on."

	"Yeah, well when someone sucks your cock it has a way of responding
no matter whose lips are doing the work. Then it was just a matter of
inserting the thing in her and wow, there it was..."

	"So you actually put it in her and made cum?"

	"Yeah, I did. That was where the timing part came in, it was over
too fast."

	"It must have been hot," Steve said.

	"Are you listening to me? I wasn't into it; my erection was all a
physical reaction to stimulation. You're going to have the same problem,
and that's probably where the older guys have you beat hands down."

	"I don't get it?" Steve said.

	"Hmm, OK an example for you. You masturbate, but what do you think
about? If you were watching a horror movie and jerking off how long would
it take you to cum? Sure, if it was a hot porn film you'd be over the top
in a few minutes. Orgasm is all a state of mind."

	"Oh...yeah I see what you mean. So a bit of mind control might slow
me down...how do I do that?"

	"Fuck if I know...you're close but not quite there," Dan said. "I
don't imagine that if you were in the arms of a beautiful girl that
thinking about dog shit in your mouth would make one bit of difference. You
can't deny the reality of a situation; the signals are just too strong."

	"So no mind control, that sucks. What's the answer?" Steve asked.

	"You learn to control your body. Get in touch with your feelings on
a physical level and overcome the mental urges."

	"Does that work?"

	It was my turn to laugh. "Sure does. I have this beautiful boy
sitting on my couch and I don't feel the urge to jump him even though I'm
gay. "

	Steve laughed. "Why do you think I'm beautiful?"

	"I'm speaking about the physical now; I don't know your mind very
well except to say that you do have a good one. Most attractions start off
being physical. And you sit there in those tiny little shorts with damn
near no clothes on. What should I feel? I might even think you want to
seduce me...do you?"

	Steve blushed and shook his head. "No...sorry, Dan.."

	"For God's sake don't be sorry, I'm enjoying the view too much."

	"How does this body control work? Is that the answer?"

	"A lot of it. You can learn to act older, more sophisticated. Most
boys your age don't treat girls like they want to be treated. Politeness
counts. Being rude makes a boy seem childish and at your age rude is almost
mandatory. Go date a girl, have a pizza and then belch...boys do that, it's
gross behavior."

	"So manners count, I can do that. But I won't lose my virginity by
being polite. I'm screwed aren't I?" Steve asked.

	"No. Most of life is about being prepared for the things you want
to do. If you had sex tomorrow would you be any good at it?"

	"Probably not according to you. I guess it would be over too fast
to make a difference."

	Dan smiled. "OK, here's where I can help. Rule number one, sex
isn't about you...it's about your partner. The objective is to please her
first and somewhere along the way you'll have a fucking blast yourself."

	"Not if I grunt three times and cum. How do I slow it down?"

	"Practice. How many times in a row can you have an orgasm?" Dan
asked.

	"Uh...I dunno. I suppose for this to work I have to be honest."

	Steve was blushing again, an endearing quality. "Yes...what we
share goes no further," Dan said. "Think of it scientifically, can you
create multiple orgasms when you masturbate?"

	"I have...I can get off twice in a row if I'm really horny."

	"How many times in a day?"

	"Uh, I've done it four or five, I guess."

	"Good, keep being honest, this will be easier. You stroke with one
hand, what is the other one doing?"

	"Uh, I like to pull on my balls a little, maybe pinch my nipples."
He was almost squirming, his cock was pressing against the shorts and stiff
as could be.

	"You have an erection now, is it because of all the sex talk?"

	Steve looked nervous and swallowed. "Yeah."

	"Then I want you to relive that stress...I want you to masturbate
for me," Dan said.

	"I...I can't do that...it's too gay. I'm not gay."

	"You've never masturbated with someone before? Not even a friend?"

	Steve shook his head. "No...that would be weird."

	"I want to see how you do it," Dan said. "I want to evaluate your
reactions, see what turns you on. Being in touch with your body is where
the physical control starts, Steve. I would never touch you without asking
first."

	"You want to watch...is that all?"

	"This time, yes...I'll watch. I might have a need to touch you,
just to show you something, but I will always ask first so I don't freak
you out. Can you handle that?"

	"I never...well, it's kinda weird. You think this will make a
difference?"

	"Yes...yes I do. Your body is a complete unknown to me. I need to
see it in action so we can come up with a solution."

	"Where then...here?" Steve asked.

	"Would you feel more comfortable lying down?"

	"In your bed...I don't know?"

	"I'll sit in a chair beside you and ask questions...that's all."

	"Uh...OK.  Look, I'm really horny after all that talk...I may not
last long."

	"I don't expect you to the first time...the second will be better,"
Dan said.

	Steve grinned and stood up. His shorts were about to bust from the
huge bulge beneath the fabric. Dan led him down the hall to the bedroom and
the boy gaped at the king sized bed and the mirrored ceiling.

	"Quite a playground you have here. Oh, I can watch myself like
this, cool."

	"I got a little carried away when I was decorating," Dan
laughed. "You can strip off and lay your clothes on the cabinet. Do you
masturbate dry or do you use lubricant?"

	"Lubricant? I never did it with anything except my hand."

	"We'll cover that later then. Ever worn a condom?"

	"Nope...what for?"

	"The experience. I'll add that to the list."

	Steve looked at him and lifted the T-shirt over his head. He pushed
off his shoes and bent down to remove his socks. Dan liked a boy that got
bare ass naked, and Steve didn't seem to mind. Then it was the shorts and
whatever briefs he had on. There was no way he hid a pair of boxers under
those shorts. He unbuttoned the waist and slid them down. Surprise, no
underwear at all.

	Dan was presented with a long smooth cock hanging down over a most
generous ball sac. Steve was no longer fully erect, but he had a nice cubby
one still engorged and poised to get stiff. His cock was circumcised and
the doc had done a nice job of it, leaving a proper amount of skin for
growth. There was a cocoa colored band around the girth which set off the
flare of the head quite nicely.

	"Do you think I'm big enough?" Steve asked.

	"Have you measured it while it was stiff?" Dan asked.

	"Almost seven inches," Steve replied.

	"You still have time to grow. Does that make you happy?"

	He grinned. "You bet...uh, what should I do?"

	"Before you lay down, let me check out the equipment...OK?"

	Steve's body rippled with muscle, not hard but sinewy, lithe and
graceful. Dan had the boy lift his cock and balls so he could look under
them to see how clean everything was. Steve turned right around on request
and bent over. The puckered pink hole was simply more beautiful than the
roses Dan had in the garden. It was a flower of exquisite moist skin that
seemed to blossom with each breath.

	"Ok, you pass," Dan said. "You may lay down now."

	Steve crawled on the bed, allowing another look at his delicious
butt. Dan pulled a chair over beside the bed and sat rather quickly. He had
known his body would react to the view; it just wouldn't do for the boy to
know about that yet. Dan started talking to cover the embarrassment.

	"What do you know about the female anatomy?" Dan asked.

	"Built differently than us because they give birth. Bone structure
allows their hips to cradle the baby."

	"Thank you, Dr. Steve, I didn't mean the scientific
explanation. Have you ever touched a girl between her legs?"

	"I made out with a girl once but she wouldn't let me get anywhere I
wanted to go."

	"You simply lacked the charm," Dan said. "It takes charm to disarm,
they always say. You should always touch a girl gently. Put your hand on
her shoulder, rub her back softly. If she responds then you can slide down
to her waist where your hands will be free to move around front and come up
on the breasts from below."

	Steve was going back to blush mode and Dan quickly saw why. The
boy's cock was standing straight up...and what a lovely sight indeed.

	"Your cock is very much like an external vagina in feeling," Dan
said. He reached over towards it and stopped just short of contact. "May
I?"

	Steve nodded his approval. Dan figured he was so turned on by the
string of events leading to the bedroom that he didn't care anymore. Steve
was in full on horny mode.

	Dan gently grasped the shaft and squeezed a drop of pre-cum to the
tip.

 	"If you gently rub the clitoris, even with her pants on, a girl
will start to release hormones into her bloodstream. Your mind demanded
that your cock get hard when it began to feel turned on by my words. I'm
sorry, is this uncomfortable?"

	Steve nodded. "Yeah...a bit weird."  A guy was holding his cock.

	"Sorry," Dan said, "its necessary. If you rub the tip of your cock
with a finger it stimulates the nerve endings." He began to do just that
and felt Steve's body stiffen. "If you rub too long it gets almost painful
but still feels wonderful. I could create an orgasm doing just this but you
would suffer a bit I'm afraid."

	"No...it doesn't hurt," Steve almost groaned. "Girls can have more
than one orgasm, God are they lucky."

	"Guys can too, sometimes one right after the other. Eventually you
can learn to hold back an orgasm." Dan's thumb was still rubbing, smearing
pre-cum around the tip of Steve's cock as the boy oozed more in reaction.

	"Uh...it never felt like that before," Steve gasped. "Why am I
reacting like this?"

	"Unfamiliar stimulation at the hand of another person," Dan
said. "You should have jerked off with a few buddies. It's not like we're
having sex but my hand is different, we always react strongly to a
different touch. Can you feel it deep inside?"

	Steve nodded. "I feel it in my balls."

	Dan's thumb rubbed and Steve suddenly oozed a major amount of
lubricant. "This clear fluid is a secretion men make to lubricate
penetration. There's hardly any sperm in it, it's mostly from your prostate
gland."

	"Prostate? What's that?" Steve asked. "I heard that word before."

	"I'll add it to the list. It's something you'll appreciate knowing
about, believe me. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

	"Huh? No, it feels really good...I was just enjoying the
sensation. You can stop if you want."

	"No, I want to show you what it means when something outside your
body stimulates you." Dan had enough lube now so he closed his thumb and
forefinger around the head of Steve's cock and began a gentle sliding up
and down, stimulating the corona.

	"Oh...God...that's intense," Steve said.

	Dan was going slow, increasing the stimulation by gradual
degrees. He felt the boy's body moving ever so slightly, pushing upwards
towards the source of the good feelings. Steve probably wasn't even aware
of doing it.

	"The vagina is like a tight ring that grasps at your cock until you
push in deeper. The whole organ is like a muscle that can grasp and release
your cock, giving you incredible feelings."

	Dan began to slide his circled fingers down below the head a bit
more, resisting the urge to grasp the cock with his fist and be done with
it. Steve's body was reacting in more ways then he could comprehend. Like
most boys he'd never tried this slow approach to orgasm. More likely he
grabbed himself and rubbed like hell until he came, what a waste.

	"Uh...Dan I'm starting to feel like I'm gonna cum," Steve said.

	"You want me to stop? Let's take you over the top and see what I
can do from there, OK?"

	"Yeah...it feels awesome."

	Steve was more definite in his thrusting movement. Slimy fingers
were stimulating the head, the corona and about two inches of his shaft
now. The slow movement would aggravate, making him want more...faster...but
Dan wouldn't let him have it.

	Dan was pretty amazed. In less than an hour they had gone from the
'I'm not gay' statement to Steve allowing a guy to stimulate his cock. The
boy did see the value of learning from this, and Dan was planning to make
it quite an education before he was through. So far it was working.

	Steve's cock head swelled...the first real sign of an impending
orgasm. His breathing was faster, his body trembling with the anticipation
of the coming event. Dan knew the head of this cock was ultra sensitive
now, the nerve endings causing it to swell with blood. If he grasped the
shaft and gave it three good strokes Steve would explode. He was that
close.

	"I'm gonna cum, Dan...I feel it...ahhh....Oh shit here it....."
Steve let out a mighty groan and his cock began to spurt. Only then did Dan
grasp the shaft and allow Steve the ecstasy of a solid release. His balls
were contracted up tight, giving hydraulic power to the release.

	Four huge spurts went up in the air and landed in his crotch hairs,
on Dan's hand and everywhere else. Dan's fist stripped the remainder until
just a mere trickle remained. He removed his hand and sat back. Steve
sighed and seemed to melt into the mattress. It was the probably the best
orgasm the boy had ever experienced...just what was needed.

	Steve looked over and grinned. "Damn...you sure made that good."

	"So are we past the weird stage now? I meant it to be different
than any other way you ever masturbated...did I succeed?"

	"God yes...I never felt it like that before. Why was it so
different?" Steve asked.

	"I gave your body time to enjoy the building
sensations. Stimulating the one set of nerves that control everything, the
head of your cock. By focusing on that one area I made it so sensitive you
had to explode...you sure did that," Dan said.

	"I felt that deep down inside, even deeper than my balls. It was
amazing. Uh...thanks."

	"So now you understand your body a bit more than you did ten
minutes ago. You'll keep the memory and use it later. So how did it feel to
have a gay guy jack you off?"

	"I'm sorry...I never should have brought the gay thing up. You
didn't do anything I didn't want and you did ask me if it was OK
first. Wow, my body is still shaking."

	"The chemical rush, adrenaline releases into your bloodstream as
you build up to orgasm. Once you get off your body sends out other
chemicals to slow you down. That's why guys usually lose their sexy
feelings and get soft. Some guys take hours to get hard again."

	Steve laughed. "Well that sucks."

	Dan laughed. "Sometimes that works, sucking that is. The easiest
way to overcome the dopy effect is to overpower it with a stronger
stimulation. At some point you may find a girl who knows this. These are
things I'm not sure you're ready to accept."

	"Sorry, Dan. You can't suck my cock."

	Dan grinned at him. "Won't do it even if you begged me to. But I
can show you other things just as good."

	"Haven't we already done enough?" Steve asked.

	"We can stop for today if you want. Give that poor young body a
chance to rest. When you're ready for the next lesson just let me know. But
right now I think you need a shower to remove all that goo."

	Steve looked down at his crotch and laughed. "Yeah, that's a good
idea."

	Dan pointed the way to the bathroom and promised to fetch a
towel. He allowed Steve time to close the bathroom door and heard the water
come on. His hand was covered with the boy's sperm. Dan dropped his pants
and grasped his aching cock. Two dozen strokes lubricated with the boy's
cum and he shot a load in his boxers. They were already soaking wet, Dan
had oozed throughout the experience.

	Steve had been pretty brave today in allowing himself to be
touched. Next time Dan wanted to stimulate the boy's prostate and have him
experience an orgasm without even touching his cock. Now that would weird
him out, but he would learn a great deal. There was only one minor
detail. Dan wondered if the kid would allow a finger up his butt?

	With Steve it was all in the approach. Dan didn't try to get sexy
with him; his own mind supplied enough of that kind of stimulation. But he
seemed almost happy at having the experience. And he knew Dan was gay. What
was really going on here?

	"Hey...where's that towel?" Steve yelled from the bathroom. Oops,
daydreaming.

	Dan got him a towel and Steve walked back in the bedroom for his
clothes.

	"You have a nice body, tennis must really agree with you," Dan
said.

	"Yeah...I liked tennis...it was the coach I didn't get along with."

	"Oh, was he a bad coach, did he treat you poorly?"

	Steve turned around, shorts in hand. Dan smiled, the boy was
flashing him.

	"No...he just didn't know when to stop looking at me," Steve said.

	"Oh...sorry," Dan said. Caught in the act.

	"Dan, it's OK...you're being gay doesn't bother me because I like
you. That coach was just a pervert and a half around me."

	"Well, thanks...I guess. Until I met you I didn't know handsome
boys like you had difficulty with the ladies. I just assumed everything was
fine in paradise. You're a likeable guy, Steve...I'm glad we get along."

	Steve laughed. "Hmm, well we may have had sex but we're not dating,
OK?"

	"Ok, no holding hands in public," Dan agreed.

	"Look, what you did today was...well I thought it was amazing,"
Steve said. "I don't know how it was supposed to help me find a girl, but
I'll go along with it if you want to teach me more."

	"I want you to become more aware of your body and all its many
pleasures. Once you get a grip on that there won't be any more
surprises. You'll orgasm better and more often. Your body will be in
control of itself because you know how it all works."

	"Better than what you did today? Wow, now you really got me
interested," Steve smiled. "Next Saturday then?"

	"Sure, only this time I want you to stay the night, can you handle
that?" Dan asked.

	"Yeah...OK." Steve finished dressing and came over to where Dan
sat. The look in those eyes felt warm.

	"I trust you, Dan. I'm sure it's going to get weirder, but I'm
gonna have to be prepared for that. I don't think you'll ever try to hurt
me."

	Steve put out a hand and pulled Dan to his feet...then he hugged
for only a moment. "I got a lot out of today, you deserve something back."
He stood back and looked in Dan's face. "What?"

	Dan felt happy, his smile must have said all that. "I never met a
boy quite like you, the hug meant a lot."

	He grinned. "So now you have a week to think up some new torture
for my body, I'm sure you will."

	"Will you be OK with staying over? I'm not planning to sleep with
you. I have a guest room...if you can crawl that far."

	They both laughed. "Looking forward to it," Steve said.

	Dan took Steve home, dropping him off a block away from the
house. Typical suburban homes, neat lawns, nice cars. It was Steve that
wasn't typical at all, he was an enigma.



Chapter Two

	Dan had all week to think about Steve. And even after six days of
contemplation he was still no closer to understanding the boy. If he
thought of this as an experiment on Steve's part then he came up with one
kind of answer. Maybe the boy was gay and hiding it. On the other hand, if
he was straight then Steve was mighty damn kinky for a fifteen year old.

	Their Saturday play date arrived and Dan went to pick the boy up at
the same place behind the mall. Of course he had spoken to Barry during the
week but Steve's name never came up. No one seemed to know what the boy was
doing, and that was a blessing.

	Dan arrived a little early and saw Steve at the curb...same white
shorts. Only this time he also had a backpack.

	Steve opened the car door and slid in. "Maybe I was mistaken," Dan
said. "I thought you lived in a nice neighborhood, but you only seem to
have that one pair of shorts...are you poor?"

	Steve laughed. "No, I have others. But you seem to like looking at
my ass in these so I wore them."

	"Oh, you did that just for me? How kind, but I like them better
when they're off."

	"Don't you start perving on me."

	"Damn, and I was gonna start coaching tennis next week."

	They both laughed. "Are you hungry...its lunch time," Dan asked.

	"Yeah, but I can't go wandering around in these. Can I change
first?" Steve asked.

	"I was hoping you brought some better clothes...yeah, change is
good."

	Steve opened his pack and pulled out a pair of stone washed board
shorts. Here they were on the main highway and he slipped the tiny shorts
off and pulled on the new ones. Still no underwear, he must like
freeballing. He put on a nice Polo shirt and the transformation was
complete.

	"Better?" He asked.

	"Handsome boy just got more handsome," Dan said.

	"Aww, I bet you say that to all your boys," Steve laughed.

	"Nope...only one...and he's not mine."

	A few moments of silence, Steve was thinking...it must be a hard
question.

	"Do you have guy friends...I mean gay ones you hang out with?"

	"A few, but most of the ones I've dated turned out to be
disappointing. As I'm sure you know, being gay isn't popular."

	"But that's not who you are, it just means you like sex with
guys. You're a fun person, Dan, and very smart ...I like that," Steve said.

	"Well, you're hired. No, most straight guys probably think I just
want to jump their bones. Once they find out they just vanish. I have gay
friends but they're all into that social scene at the bars...it's not for
me."

	"It sounds a bit like me. Once kids at school found out I came from
a private school they didn't want to be friends, they act like I'm some
kind of snob."

	"So they don't even give you a chance?" Dan asked. "I mean, you're
smart but you don't seem to use that against others. Sounds like their
ignorance breeds prejudice."

	"Yeah, it's something like that. I'm glad I made friends with you,"
Steve said.

	Dan smiled. "I am too."

	He took Steve to the Trattoria for lunch. All boys loved Italian
food. They were far enough in town that he knew they wouldn't be spotted by
anyone Steve knew. The boy had good table manners and didn't shovel his
food down. Dan caught himself watching, studying him. Lovely brown hair,
deep green eyes, Steve was handsome as hell. Yes, he could be a friend.

	They were back at Dan's place by two and Steve flopped down on the
couch.

	"Did you think up something good for me this time?" He asked.

	"I knew the answer to that last weekend, you just fizzled out too
soon," Dan replied. "How straightedge are you?"

	"Uh, no smoking, drink or drugs. Oh, you mean with sex," Steve
laughed. "I thought about some things, never tried them. You asking if I'm
kinky?"

	"Maybe. I don't want you thinking about this the wrong way...have
you ever played with your butt?"

	Steve did look a bit shocked, but he smiled. "Maybe, I fingered
myself a little once while jerking off. It is sensitive back there, I do
know that."

	"One of God's gifts to men is the prostate gland, which is buried
up that rear end of yours. I don't mean to shock you, but I want you to
experience the feelings it provides when stimulated," Dan said.

	"This isn't where you whip out your cock and ask to fuck me is it?"

	"No, that comes later," Dan laughed. "I would use only one finger
to start with, and it's a massage technique that you'll enjoy very much, I
can assure you of that."

	"That is kinky...no wonder you asked. What's it like...I mean, is
it painful?"

	"No, far from that. Just think of your cock as the gun and the
prostate as the trigger that makes it shoot," Dan said.

	"Wow, you make it sound so good." Steve smiled. "OK, I'm game."

	"I'll need to clean you out first, and you'll probably like that
too. Shall we get started?"

	"Yeah...so why did you want me to spend the night?"

	"Because after your third or fourth orgasm I don't think you'll
want to move very much."

	Steve laughed, "You're kidding?"

	Dan smiled and shook his head. The boy was hooked. They went into
the bedroom and Steve began to undress. Dan loved the way that body
revealed itself as he stripped down. Then Dan led him into the bathroom and
told him to sit on the toilet.

	Enemas used to be such a messy affair, but not today. Dan had
several disposable bottles on hand, the modern enema. Steve watched as he
prepared the tube by smearing it with Vaseline.

	"You're gonna stick that up my butt?"

	"Yes, so much for all you ate for breakfast today," Dan said.

	"This is weird, Dan."

	"No, it's a medical procedure, been used for centuries to flush out
your lower intestines. All you will feel is a little pressure, but if you
relax it will do the work quickly."

	Dan bent the boy over and made him slide off the toilet onto all
fours. This was his favorite part. He rubbed Steve's little anus until the
opening relaxed.

	"Relax...this won't hurt, I promise."

	He slid the tube into the opening and it sunk in nicely, Steve was
relaxed. A gentle squeeze on the bottle gave a measured dose. Once empty
Dan removed the tip and told Steve to sit back down on the toilet. The boy
smiled as the water started to evacuate his bowels.

	"Damn, that was fast," he said.

	"No worries, no mess," Dan replied as the bowels seemed
finished. Steve sat for a few minutes, but he was done. "Now hop in the
shower so we can wash you back there."

	"We?" Steve said.

	"OK, you...sorry."

	"Do you shower with guys too?" Steve asked.

	"Yeah, when I want my back washed," Dan said.

	"You can shower with me if you want."

	"Isn't that a little too gay for you?" Dan asked. "I have to be
naked you know."

	"Well, duh...I shower at school with dozens of boys. Bet you'd like
that scene."

	"OK, just this once. I'll let you perv my ass," Dan said.

	Steve turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to his
liking. When he turned around Dan was naked. He couldn't help it; he
checked it all out and raised an eyebrow.

	"Whoa, nice abs, Dan." But he was looking at Dan's cock. It was a
bit larger than his, enough to be impressive.

	They climbed in the shower and had that awkward moment. Where
should hands go, what should they look at? Dan soaped a washcloth and told
Steve to turn around. Starting at the neck Dan worked his way down. He
could tell, Steve was enjoying it too.

	"Not exactly like your locker room shower is it?" Dan asked.

	"Hmm, no...you know how to make me feel good," Steve replied.

	Dan scrubbed the boy's pits and worked his way down. Long ago he
had decided to make love to those creamy globes of flesh. Now he could
caress them and make them shine.

	"Bend over, Steve," Dan asked.

	His compliance gave Dan another view of that sweet hairless
pucker. God he had a wonderful body, but Dan really liked this one
spot. Soaping the boy's ass, he rubbed up and down the crack and paid
special attention to the hole. Dan was hard as a rock by the time he was
done. There was nothing to stop it.

	Steve stood back up and turned around. Their cocks dueled for a
moment, they were that close. Dan reached out a soapy hand and grasped
Steve's cock watching his face the whole time. The boy sighed and closed
his eyes.

	Dan took a chance and laid his cock beside Steve's, grasping them
both. Steve's eyes opened and he looked down, rolled his eyes and then
smiling, his eyes closed again. Dan held their cocks and felt Steve begin
pumping into his hand. They could both get off this way, but he knew
something better.

	Dan reached for the shampoo bottle and squirted a generous dose on
his stomach and crotch. Steve was watching now as Dan lifted both their
cocks straight up and smiled. "Hug me, Steve."

	The boy's hands went around Dan and their bodies pressed
together. Steve's cock dug into his stomach and slid in the shampoo. Once
their cocks were trapped Dan reached around and pulled their bodies tight,
pressing his cock into the boy's flesh as he grasped Steve's butt
cheeks. The boy got the idea immediately and started to rub.

	It went slowly at first, lovingly almost. Steve's body humped
against his, cocks rubbing and the feelings made them both shudder. Steve
laid his head on Dan's shoulder and they stood there fucking. It was the
closest thing to real Dan could give him.

	The feelings swept through them, and Dan leaned back against the
wall as the tempo increased. Steve's breathing got harsher as he fucked
himself against Dan's stomach. Orgasm wasn't far off; they had to be
nearing the edge. And then deep in his throat Steve gave this little moan,
the first sign of his passion.

	Steve gasped as Dan's cum gushed out against his stomach, and he
let out a groan. Dan moaned with delight and pulled Steve's butt cheeks
apart, running a finger across his little pucker. That did it, Steve
groaned loudly as his cum flew out between them.

	The humping came to a stop but they held tightly to one another
until the passions began to subside.

	"Wow, Dan," Steve said, his face pressed into Dan's chest. "Fucking
wow."

	Dan stroked the boy's head and held him tight. "Closest thing to a
fuck I can give you...it was incredible."

	Steve raised his head and smiled. "It was fair, we both got
off. Might say that was a bit gayer than I wanted, but once we got started
I was going with it."

	"I took a chance, looks like we both won," Dan said.

	"Sorta derailed your big plans, huh?" Steve asked.

	"Nope, that's only number one...you'll see. Now you better take a
piss if you can, might be a while before you can walk back in here."

	They rinsed off the soap and dried. Steve's cock was still in that
semi-rigid state...the next move was Dan's. He took up a washcloth and held
it under the faucet, something to clean his hands later on.

	Dan spread a large beach towel out on the bed. Steve lay face down
in the middle of it as Dan turned on the stereo and chose several CD's to
set the mood. Softly the strains of the Moody Blues filled the background.

	From a drawer in the nightstand Dan selected a small bottle of
scented oil for the massage and the tube of KY for that special place
inside. He opened the bottle of oil and crawled up on the bed beside the
boy.

	"First we'll begin with a gentle massage," Dan said quietly. "That
will take me quite a while so you relax...you might even fall asleep so
don't be embarrassed. I'll work every muscle in your body before I'm done
and bring you to the most relaxed state you've ever experienced."

	Steve sighed as Dan applied the oil to his hands to warm it and
began to spread it across the boy's shoulders. The scent of Sandalwood
filled the air around them and they breathed in the wonderful aroma. Dan
spread the oil around, slid his hands to Steve's neck and began.

	The art of massage teaches patience and persistence, for the
practitioner and the patient alike. Nothing could be hurried as one stage
followed another. Dan's fingers felt skin but his mind felt the structure
of the body beneath that outer layer, it was to this level that he
addressed his attentions as he spoke quietly.

	"Muscle runs through the human body in patterns. Bundles of muscle
fiber crisscross the skeleton allowing our movement to be fluid and
graceful. Our strength is derived from the healthy state of these cords,
allowing us to flex and bend, and even stand."

	Steve's body was still in development, he was strong and agile,
although still a bit gangly and awkward as he reached out for the final
goal of adulthood. He would grow a few more inches before being mature and
that meant his skeleton would continue to build bone structure. Now Dan
could stretch and elongate the muscles, causing blood to rush to the scene
of stimulation and feed the cells.

	Dan's fingers dug deep into the boy's neck and upper shoulders, and
he felt Steve begin to relax, melting into the bed as he worked. Steve's
breathing pattern changed as the body demanded more oxygen to feed those
engorged blood cells. Dan knew the chemistry of it, but he also knew it
felt divine.

	Somewhere beneath his body Steve's cock was growing, stretching out
full length as those caressing fingers created a total body high unlike
anything he had ever experienced. His mind would feel the pleasure of that
erection created by Dan's touch, and yet he would know this wasn't
sexual. Such was the nature of the feelings Dan was creating throughout his
entire body.

	Dan spent a long time on Steve's back, working the oil into the
skin and allowing the heat to build up. If the boy went with the flow his
body would be in such a relaxed state that he might just orgasm without
being touched. But Dan would feel that impending function and could stop it
from happening. Too soon and it would spoil the pleasure.

	Dan worked to the waist and back up the spine, Steve sinking lower
and lower in the bed as he was pressed downwards. Dan moved to the left and
took Steve's hand, starting with the fingers. The palm was a particularly
erogenous zone and Dan pressed there until the boy almost groaned with
pleasure. Maybe it was just a breath, but it made Dan smile.

	He worked up the wrist to the elbow and then back towards the
shoulder. Steve's arm was limp and rubbery from the touch as Dan finally
lay it back down and moved to the right side. He repeated the same massage
over there.

	"God...I feel like I'm floating," Steve whispered.

	"Shh...Go with the feeling," Dan replied.

	With his upper body limp as a dishrag, Dan moved between Steve's
legs and down to the foot of the bed. Most boys have ticklish feet but by
now the senses were dulled; Steve was too relaxed to care what was
done. Dan picked up the left leg and began to work Steve's toes and the
arch of his foot. Again, the foot is full of nerve endings like the hand,
and the rubbing produces a deep erotic feeling.

	The manipulations of that left leg, calf and thigh moved Steve's
body in a subtitle way. Dan was spreading the boy open, exposing his most
hidden treasure. He spent a good while on that one leg until it too felt
limp in his hands. And then he laid it down to the left.

	Dan went after the right leg, again moving Steve's legs apart until
he could plainly see the object of his deepest desires. And as he rubbed
this foot and ankle he looked up into the cleft and studied Steve's
asshole. He was first drawn to a boy's cock, the bulge always being so
prominent and inspiring to begin with...but Dan was a real ass man.

	Much has been written about a boy's ass and from memory Dan
compared this one to the dozens he'd seen over the years. The first thing
he noticed was the lack of hair growing back there. Some boys developed a
line of hair running from their scrotum down to their anus which quickly
became forested with a curly pubic growth, but not Steve.

	It was delightful to be able to see the texture of his skin in such
a hidden place. The fuzz of his body surrounded the anal opening and the
darker contrasting skin color of his anus set it off wonderfully. Dan
stared at the gentle folds of skin that hid the sphincter, that muscle of
last resort.

	Once it was conquered, there was no stopping entry, but if a boy
resisted...if he didn't relax, nothing good could happen. In a few minutes
Steve would know Dan's intentions; it would be his choice to make. Either
he allowed entry and went to heaven on a wave of ecstasy or this lesson was
over.

	Dan finished the right leg and lay it down far apart from its
twin. Now that luscious ass was spread wide and he moved up between the
boy's knees. Steve was caught up in the bliss, his mind far away from the
reality of his physical self laying on a gay man's bed. From the pattern of
his breathing Dan was sure he was darn near asleep and that was fine.

	His touch resumed on Steve's lower back and around his flanks,
dragging fingers along his hip and downwards to the thighs. Dan's hands
felt energized, his fingers tingled from the workout and the rush he was
beginning to feel.

	Dan's cock had been stiff for some minutes once he began to gaze at
the Steve's ass. It was obscene the way he derived such pleasure from a
boy's ass. The curve of those muscular globes always gave him the deepest
thrill. Steve was about to experience his deepest thrill to date. Dan could
not explain what he was going to experience; the boy had to be shown.

	Dan's hands slid onto Steve's butt cheeks, two bundles of muscle
worthy of great attention. He worked his way from the outside towards the
core, his thumbs sliding into the groove between thigh and butt. He was
pressing the boy's cock into the towel but Steve was beyond caring, his
mind was experiencing nirvana.

	It would take little effort for Dan to just to lean down and place
his tongue on that anus, but it would startle the boy. No, he had to resist
the temptation and do only what they had agreed to do. But as his hands
were working towards the center; it was time to change the lubricant.

	Dan wiped the oil off his hands and picked up the KY. He applied a
dribble of the liquid directly on Steve's anus and as expected the boy
probably didn't even feel it. Now he lay his hands flat on Steve's ass
cheeks and began to rub once again, only this time his thumbs began to
track the crease, sliding across the hole.

	Dan spread Steve's knees a bit and watched the boy's body for some
reaction to the intended intrusion. If Steve consciously felt the need to
resist he never showed it, he was going to allow the next lesson to begin.

	Dan replaced his thumbs with a single finger of his left hand,
rubbing directly on the opening. The stimulation produced an immediate
reaction; Steve's anus seemed to open like a flower on a spring morning.

	Slowly he pushed the finger in, pausing as the first knuckle and
then the second sank into the moist heat. No tenseness, not a bit of
resistance...was Steve conscious? Dan was well through the sphincter when
Steve gave a gentle moan. Oh, he was aware...and accepting.

	Dan slid forward until he had three inches of finger
inside. Steve's body moved, pressing back against the intrusion and
allowing Dan to fully seat his digit in the boy's bowels. He curled that
finger slightly downward and felt the prostate. It was time to begin.

	Dan proscribed lazy little circles around the tight bundle of
nerves and Steve groaned, much louder now.

	"Roll over Steve...if you can," Dan said.

	Steve moved a bit and managed a slow roll onto his side. Dan lifted
his leg and raised it, ducking under until he could complete the move onto
his back. The finger moved with him and Dan rolled his wrist over to keep
steady pressure on the prostate.

 	Dan moved up closer, using his free hand to raise Steve's right leg
onto his shoulders, the boy moved the left all by himself. As expected his
cock was rigid as a pole and probably had been for quite some time. Dan
rubbed the nerves again and Steve gasped.

	"Oh...God...that feels awesome," he managed, followed by another
groan of pleasure.

	Dan began to slide his finger back and forth, side to side as the
sphincter relaxed and gave him room to play. On a whim he laid a second
finger beside the first and moved back inside. Steve didn't even seem to
mind, but his cock did.

	It would be so easy to lean down and take that stiffness in his
mouth, but Dan knew that would turn this into a sex scene instead of a
scientific endeavor. He didn't know if Steve was fooled by the talk, he had
to know he was being finger fucked ...whatever excuse he wanted Dan would
allow.

	Steve's body moved with the thrust of Dan's fingers, his eyes
closed to shut out the sight of a guy between his legs. There could be no
denial of the actions, Steve was getting into it. His prostate had to be
sending him wild signals; his cock sure looked swollen enough and ready to
explode.

	If he'd allow, a cock would slide into him without much resistance
at this moment. Dan was already dripping with lubricant, his level of
excitement not far behind the boy's.

	"Oh...uhh...Dan," Steve moaned, his body twitching and his ass
seemed to come off the mattress. Up and up, driving those fingers in to the
max, filling his ass with pleasure. "Oh...God....ahhh," Steve almost
screamed. Dan looked down and the boy's cock throbbed, expanded and began
to spurt.

	Great pulses of cum shot out of him, flying towards his face,
splattering his chin and neck. Dan counted, three...four...five blobs of
white goo went airborne and painted Steve's body. He stopped the movement
of his hand but held the fingers in place.

	Steve's cock oozed and bubbled cum in a pool on his belly as the
boy melted back onto the bed. He slid his legs off Dan's shoulders and
opened his eyes, staring up with a grin on his face.

	"Fuck...never did that before...incredible."

	Dan smiled back at him, not saying a word to spoil the moment.

	"You gonna leave those fingers there all afternoon?" Steve asked.

	Dan laughed. "You'll miss me when I'm gone."

	Slowly he slid the fingers out and Steve made a grimace. "Oh,
God...see what you mean, I feel empty." He groaned. "I can barely move,
what did you do to me?"

	"I fed your body a rich diet of oxygen with that massage, it's out
to lunch, be back later." Dan grinned at his joke. "You'll live."

	Slowly Steve sat up and looked down at Dan's hand resting on the
towel. The fingers were glistening with the KY and the slime from his gut.

	"Huh? Testing to see if your cock will fit up there?"

	"It will...your choice though, not mine," Dan said.

	Steve grinned and then said the most unexpected thing. "Maybe, if
you're a good boy."

	Dan gazed at him and they stared at one another. What was going on
here? Did Steve want him to...was he teasing? Dan had no answers and knew
the boy wouldn't tell him.

	"That prostate is some G-spot," Steve said. "Yeah, you pulled the
trigger all right. Look at this mess."

	"You look beautiful...glorious," Dan said.

	Dan reached out and swiped a blob of cum off Steve's chin, holding
it up for his inspection. "Essence of Steve," Dan said, and then stuck the
finger in his mouth.

	Steve's eyes got wide and he shook his head. "Do I taste good?"

	Dan swiped another blob off Steve's neck and held it up. "Care to
try it?"

	Steve looked at the finger and then back up. It was like a dare, he
knew where Dan was coming from. He opened his mouth and sucked on the
finger, tonguing his cum off. Dan held the finger in Steve's mouth as he
sucked on it and then the boy began to laugh.

	"You are so wicked and weird. I never met anyone like you, Dan."

	"My purpose in life is to expand your horizons, let you see the
possibilities that exist. How we do it is up to you. Damn, you are one sexy
boy; did I ever tell you that?"

	"No...but I see it in your eyes every time you look at
me...thanks."

	They hit the shower together, seems this was going to be the norm
from now on. Steve's comfort level had gone up...way up. Dan was beginning
to expect there was a whole lot more to this boy than meets the eye. But he
was patient; Steve would do things at his own pace.

	They settled on the couch for some naked television and watched a
film on cable. The effects of the massage were still upon him and Steve lay
down with his head in Dan's lap. With a pillow under his head Steve soon
fell asleep.

	Dan had no interest in the film, not with a beautiful naked boy
virtually in his lap. Steve's body lay stretched out, giving a lovely view
of his crotch. The question nagged, was he gay...did he have feelings he
couldn't understand?

	Fifteen was a difficult time of life, not quite a man and yet
feeling loftier than a boy. If he harbored sexual feelings about himself
too hard to discuss then this was all acting out. Dan had played perfectly
into Steve's hands with this scientific approach; it was a great
smokescreen, allowing him to explore his sexuality without giving it a
label.

	Yes, and he was clever enough to have figured that out. Steve was
of above average intelligence, probably made good grades and had his
parents completely fooled. But he was a good kid, not into being a typical
delinquent like many of his peers.

	His brown hair covered his ears but Dan gazed down at the boy's
neck and the small knob of his Adam's apple sticking out at his throat. His
body seemed sensual, begging for attention...and that formed the idea. The
next step would be to get him to realize the sensuality of the human body.

	Dan knew how to raise the passion level, now it was time to see if
Steve could return the favor. It wasn't like asking for a blow job, but he
would ask for a kiss. Just the thought of his lips caressing that slender
neck gave Dan an erection. Good thing Steve had that pillow under his head;
it would have poked an eye out.

	Dan let him sleep for an hour and then decided he had to prepare
some dinner. He slid his body out from under the pillow and laid Steve's
head gently on the couch. There was something Dan didn't like about cooking
in the buff, so he put on a pair of shorts.

	Out on the back deck he fired up the gas grill. Steaks and salad,
with a side order of baked French fries...everything a growing boy ought to
have. Although nutrition didn't seem to be one of Steve's problems. His
body was fit, his skin clear of those pesky adolescent hang ups...he was
the perfect little man.

      Dan's life had been full of relationships. But the minute he fell for
a boy it seemed the kid was already packing to leave. Most of them had been
older than Steve, a very few younger. But this wasn't a relationship like
any of the others; in fact it wasn't a relationship at all in his eyes.

	There were definite feelings for Steve, warm thoughts beyond the
physical attraction. Would that shock him...would the boy feel repelled? He
enjoyed the attention, the friendship...but what if it became more?

	Dan placed the steaks on the grill and went back to pull the fries
from the oven. He would have to wake Steve shortly; he didn't even know how
to cook the boy's meat. But Dan finally heard a yawn from the living room
and Steve came stumbling into the kitchen to join him.

	"You cooking?" he asked.

	"Yeah, how do you like your meat?" Dan responded.

	"How do you like it?" Steve replied.

	The innuendo game was on. "I like mine hard and raw," Dan said.

	"And full of cream, I bet," Steve smiled.

	"But I like my steak medium rare, will that do for you?"

	Steve nodded. "I fell asleep, why didn't you wake me?"

	"You looked so peaceful laying there, I couldn't wake Sleeping
Beauty." Dan walked over and stood before him, leaned over and kissed him
on the lips. "There you are, now you can wake up."

	Steve smiled. "I think you'd make a fine prince, but that kiss left
a lot to be desired."

	"Oh, don't go there. I can kiss up a storm with the right
person. But then that gets me started on other things you don't even want
to know about."

	He walked out to turn the steaks and stopped Steve before he walked
out on the deck. "Forget something, nature boy?"

	Steve ran back inside for his shorts and then returned. "Sorry,
that was foolish."

	"I sure don't mind, but the neighbors might, they're not used to
seeing naked boys."

	They had dinner, resumed their seats on the couch and watched a
nature program on cable. Steve seemed perfectly content, ready for a quiet
evening. He got up for a drink and sat back down, closer this time. Dan put
a hand on his shoulder and gave him a squeeze, he smiled.

	"You like affection, that's good," Dan said.

	"Yeah, my parents aren't the hugging kind. We get along; they take
care of me and all..."

	"Just not the affection you crave?" Dan said, finishing his
sentence.

	"Nope. But I know this guy who can't keep his hands off me, which
makes up for it."

	"I want to hug you now," Dan said.

	Steve looked and then moved right over. Dan put his arms around the
boy and squeezed. Steve turned his body and straddled Dan's lap. Their
faces were close together; did this mean he wanted a kiss? This was better
than Dan expected and slowly he began kissing Steve's neck.

	Steve pulled back and gazed into Dan's eyes. "You like that kissing
thing a lot...I don't know much about that."

	"Do you want me to show you?" Dan asked.

	Steve smiled and nodded. "Close your eyes." Dan said.

	He kissed Steve's forehead and his cheeks, his eyes and his
nose. Then Dan kissed his lips... gently...softly. Steve leaned in,
pressing their lips together. Finally Steve pulled back with a gasp.

	"Damn...that's gonna turn me on," he said.

	"Is that a bad thing? You're a passionate young man; a lot of
things turn you on."

	"Yeah...but kissing a guy is kinda weird." He smiled, "You do have
soft lips."

	"OK, Steve, I'm gonna kiss you again and things will happen. You
kiss real well and that turns you on, but you think that's weird. When are
we going to get past that weird part? You like everything we've done so
far, I did too. I want to do more with you...a lot more, but know what's
really weird? You want me to do it."

	Steve closed his eyes and sighed. "Yeah...the weird is starting to
go away, Dan. I trust you not to hurt me, you never lie to me...I'm being
selfish."

	"Saying its weird is a way for you to keep the real feelings
hidden, isn't it, Steve? I don't need to name what those feelings might be,
you already know...and so do I."

	"I...I just can't be...I don't wanna be..." Steve stammered.

	"You're a handsome boy who seeks affection and love...that's all it
needs to be right now. I'm the one who's so fortunate that you chose me to
care about, to share these things with you. It's our little secret, yours
and mine...and no one else will ever know unless you tell them. But let's
stop fooling ourselves...I care about you, Steve. I want what we have to
mean everything in the world to you and I want you to care too."

	"Oh God," Steve said. His face fell and tears came to his eyes. He
threw himself at Dan's neck and hugged, holding on for dear life. There
were sobs and Dan tried to comfort him. It wasn't pain; it was fear that
made him cry. He was afraid of his feelings...his gay feelings, and Dan
knew that road only too well.

	"You're so safe with me, sweetie," Dan cooed in his ear.

	Steve's body was racked by sobs, but through the tears Dan felt
that their relationship had changed. It made him feel weak, Steve had been
overwhelmed. No one had ever touched Steve this way. But hope arose from
this misery. Dan hoped they could forge these feelings into something
special that would be theirs alone.

	It was not romantic love they shared, maybe in time. But it was a
caring...a sharing born of need. His and mine, Dan thought. He could think
of no better reason for them to be together. If they could survive, if they
worked hard to share the feelings, then it would happen...it would develop
into love and be the kind of love they both needed.

	Dan let the boy cry long after he gained control of his emotions,
and soon Steve became quiet. Dan knew he would be embarrassed at his
emotional outburst and think it childish. But it was dear and wonderful, a
catharsis his spirit needed very much. Now he could be shown reason and
kindness, for Steve alone could be the judge of where they took all this.

	Steve sat up and looked at Dan's face and then leaned up to kiss
him. It was the most passionate kiss the boy could muster. Dan hugged him
tight, trying to match his passion and they both pulled away gasping.

	"Uh...so you're not mad at me, are you? I mean the game just got so
real I couldn't pretend any more, Dan. I wanted you from that first day we
met, but I just couldn't..."

	"It's easy to say the words, Steve, understanding the feeling takes
a lifetime. Being gay isn't the end of the world; we're very much a part of
the human race...the best part in fact."

	"But I played with you...I made up lies, aren't you mad?"

	"No. You did it for a good reason and I played back just as
hard. The way I see it we both come out winners," Dan said.

	"Well no more games, no more pretending," Steve said. "I want to do
everything, I want to do it for you and I want you to make sure I'm the
best when we do it."

	Dan smiled. "You already have the hard part down, you are the
best...the rest will be easy."

	"Then what are we waiting for?" Steve said.

	Dan grinned and said only one word. "Insatiable."




Chapter Three

	The pretense was gone...they were lovers now. For Steve that would
mean learning how men pleased one another, for Dan it was learning to be
patient. Now Steve wanted to do it all and he wanted it right
now. Fortunately better judgment would prevail.

	Dan worried about spending more time with Steve...what would Barry
think? He didn't think his nephew would out Steve at school or to the
others, they were too close for that. But Steve was worried what everyone
thought and Dan knew that would cause issues if they were discovered.

	Issues, things like the fact that he had an illegal relationship
with a fifteen year old boy. His sister would go ballistic if she ever
found out. Most of the boyfriends had been legal and she'd met a few, but
now this thing with Steve...no way could he let her find out.

	Dan was a little over twice Steve's age and yet felt just as young
and giddy about their relationship as if he were still a teenager. But the
one thing teenagers could do was have sex all night long; Dan was facing
his limitations when it came to keeping up with Steve.

	Kissing only seemed to leave them both wanting more. Like a small
child Steve straddled Dan's hips as he was carried back to the bedroom. Dan
managed to drop his shorts after fishing the condoms and small bottle of
lube out of the pocket, then tossed them on the bed.

	Now there was no denying that they were two guys in deep lust as
Dan lay him on the mattress, pulled off his shorts and pressed his cock
into Steve's stomach. They had to slow down or their first full joining
would be quick on Dan's part and painful on Steve's.

	Dan held Steve's arms down and tongued his skin, starting at the
neck and working his way down the smooth hairless chest. The boy's nipples
were like soft pink targets drawing him in, making him want to suck and
nibble both before he could do anything else.

	The science of what they'd done was gone, now it was all driven by
passion and Dan excelled in that dimension. Steve was fortunate to have him
as a teacher. Someone less experienced might hurt the boy, might push the
envelope to the breaking point...but not Dan.

	And when Steve's cock finally slid down Dan's throat he looked up
and saw Steve's eyes full of passion and...something else which he could
only describe as desire. Steve watched the sucking, it was thrilling, and
like a performer Dan did his very best to entertain. But just sucking the
boy to an orgasm wasn't enough, it was time to show Steve what sex really
felt like.

	Dan sucked the length and then slurped his way right off the end,
allowing it to slap back down on Steve's stomach.

	"Oh God...why'd you stop? I was getting there," Steve said.

	"Yeah, I could feel that...I don't want it to be that easy. I want
to rock your world and give you something to remember, this is a special
night," Dan said.

	With a little smile Dan raised the boy's legs and took those fat
balls in his mouth. Steve groaned and laid his head back on the
pillows. All mine, Dan thought...all mine. The urge to deflower the boy
that very second was strong and he would in just a few moments if Steve
allowed, but first things first.

	Dan allowed his saliva to drool down Steve's balls and into the
crease below, and then his tongue followed it right down into the
crack. Soft fine hairs surrounded the target and Dan swept right past them
and tongued his way right into the core of Steve's being.

	The groan that produced was long and sexy, Steve loved it. Dan
pushed the boy's legs back until his knees almost rested on his chest and
then feasted on his ass. Steve responded by opening wide to allow greater
pleasure. Two minutes of that and Dan could feel Steve's body tremble, he
was hot, loaded with passion and there was no time like the present.

	Dan searched the bed covers for the condoms and pulled them towards
him. Steve's feet were on Dan's back, while that incessant tongue was still
buried in him. Dan covered his erection first with a condom and then with a
squirt of lube, and now he was ready.

	"I won't hurt you...but you're ready as hell for this."

	"You're going to fuck me...oh yeah, I want to feel it...go on,"
Steve said.

	Dan pressed his cock against the hole and leaned down a bit until
he felt the pressure. Gazing into Steve's eyes he looked for rejection and
found none. All he could see was the blaze of passion and so Dan fed it,
one inch at a time.

	Steve would grimace a little and Dan would pause to allow him to
get used to the fullness. And every time he saw that contented smile he
would move in deeper.

	"Oh fuck...it feels huge," Steve gasped.

	"Relax...you can handle it, your body is adjusting," Dan said.

	"This is the hard part I guess...," And Steve stopped talking to
groan.

	Dan took five minutes to fully seat his cock, but then he was all
the way in and Steve was still smiling.

	"You got all of me, sweetie...now comes the fun part," Dan said.

	Steve reacted as expected, he groaned and moaned as Dan slowly
withdrew, stopping only with an inch still embedded.

	"Don't pull out...don't..."

	And then Steve trembled and sucked in his breath as Dan slid back
in.

	"Oh yeah...fuck that feels so damn good," Steve hissed.

	A slow steady in and out could have been the way their first
experience ended but Steve cranked it up a notch. Dan slid in and the boy
grabbed his face, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips ground together
and Steve's hands slid down to Dan's butt, pulling him in hard, tight and
getting every inch he could.

	Steve came up for air. "Yeah, it's good...I can't believe you're
all the way inside of me."

	"Your turn coming up next, if you want it," Dan said.

	"Oh yeah, I gotta know what it feels like."

	Dan backed out and began to move faster. "It feels like a hot boy's
bottom, and when I'm done you'll beg for more."

	"Oh God...yeah, fuck me good," Steve moaned.

	Dan felt the climax approaching, he wouldn't put it off. But he was
moving at a good pace now, Steve was going wild, and when he was done Dan
knew the boy would get his. Just a few more strokes...and then Dan groaned
with his orgasm which made Steve grin.

	Dan lay down panting, and Steve showed his appreciation for all
that hard work with a couple of sloppy wet kisses. Dan sat up and nodded,
handing Steve a condom.

	"Do your best on me, you earned it," He said.

	Steve rolled the condom on and sat up. No post sexual lethargy
here, Dan could see the boy was rarin to go. Ah the resiliance of youth, he
was gonna get fucked good and hard.

	Dan lay down and Steve grabbed his legs. "I won't hurt you,
promise," He grinned, and raised the legs up high. Dan gasped as Steve
lowered his head and began to lick his asshole, that was unexpected. But
God it felt good, the boy was a risk taker.

	But the licking didn't go on long, Steve was too hot to wait. He
squirted the lube and pressed his cock against Dan. With eyes closed to
savor the moment, Steve slid in without hesitation and kept on pushing
until he was all the way home.

	"Oh fuck...it's hot in there," The boy groaned, and then he began
to move.

	It could have taken three minutes, but Steve lasted almost ten. The
ride he took varied in speed and intensity, but when he was done Dan knew
he'd been fucked well and good, beginner's luck. This time Steve groaned
and filled the condom before collapsing.

	"Damn...damn," Steve was panting hard.

	"Three times in one day, that was a pretty damn good finale," Dan
said. He took a hand towel and removed the condom from Steve's cock,
watching it slowly deflate.

	"Oh yeah, I never felt anything like that before. You know, I never
thought getting fucked would feel that good."

	Dan chuckled. "You were too busy trying to convince me you were
chasing girls."

	"Yeah...sorry," Steve said. "You know how it is, all I've ever seen
is negative shit about being gay."

	"You might still be straight, you haven't tried anything with a
girl yet."

	"Oh you are not right, what did we just do?" Steve laughed.

	"You just had your first real sexual encounter, but with a man. Are
you saying if a sweet young lady walked up to you next week and said she
wanted your cock that you'd refuse?"

	"Um...I don't think that's gonna happen," Steve said.

	"And why not?" Dan asked.

	"Because of you...I'm not looking at anything else."

	"Aww, that's sweet. What a great little stud you are," Dan said.

	"Yeah, I am," Steve said with a smile, looking down at his
erection.

	"Damn...again?" Dan said.

	"You did say four, didn't you?"

	"Oh My God..."




                                   * * * * *


I offer this story in tribute to 'Steve,' another very real person from the
past. My nephew was very sick during that beach trip and equally anxious,
once he felt better, to wring some enjoyment out of the few days we had
left.

I suppose I need to thank him for introducing me to 'Steve,' for I've never
met another boy quite so forthcoming about his true feelings. The
activities in this story are fiction, I only saw 'Steve' with his clothes
off one time. That was at the swimming pool locker room and not in my
bedroom. I certainly don't have a mirrored ceiling in there either.

But I did get to see the entire boy, a delightful vision. He wasn't ashamed
of his body at that age; he had everything to be proud of. We did in fact
joke about his endowment and he complained about how little use it got
except by his own hand.

His forthright expressions of such personal information made him a decent
companion over the years until he went off to college. As for the shorts,
they were very real and he filled them out so nicely. They became the focus
of a good deal of humor between us and he knew how they affected me.

Imagine my surprise when the summer before he left for school 'Steve' gave
them to me as a memento. I don't know anyone else who would have the
courage to wear them, but I still have them just in case. They inspire warm
thoughts of a most remarkable boy, not gay, but such a free spirit I could
not help but love his being. Thanks kid.