Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2015 00:16:36 +0200
From: Fan.ta.za
Subject: Twelve And Gone Fishing

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Twelve And Gone Fishing

Chapter one.

I had written quite a bit of my story and then I got to thinking, the
reader should know a few things that I wasn't aware of until much
later. Well that is some of the things of course I knew has you will soon
learn. This is a true story. Well now that is not quite right. Lets say
some of what you read is true and some of it is just pure fantasy. I could
tell you which parts are true and which parts aren't but that would be
spoiling the whole story so I think you can figure fact from fantasy.

I was not aware that the boy in my story had been well sort of stocking me
for at least a couple of weeks. He confessed it all later and so I will
tell you now so that I don't have to repeat the conversations later. Some
of this information I go over later on in the story. But anyway the boy was
very lonely. It was summer and except for a cousin and a friend he had no
one. The cousin only visited once in awhile. He was only eight years
old. While his only real friend, a classmate of his, well they spent a lot
of time visiting relatives in the city. Both boys surprisingly knew at a
young age that they were gay, unlike me at that age. I fought the issue for
years, but these boys knew it and it didn't bother them and so they had
experimented at a young age some times bringing the young cousin into the
picture. Well we won't go there for now.

Anyway the boy found himself alone most of the time that is until one day
he saw me in town. He told me later he was immediately smitten and from
then on he wanted to have a man. He told me he spent hours looking at
videos and looking at men's cocks until his craving was almost out of
control. So he found out where I lived. A cottage on a more or less private
roadway. Well isolated or so I thought. The boy biked out sometimes two or
three times a day. Hid his bike in the ditch. He had found an old trail
(possibly used by Indians years ago?) anyway I was not aware of this
trail. It led down to the water beside my cottage, all the way to my
private beach. He used to strip off his shorts. He had brought an old
blanket to lie down on and he had a uninterrupted view of my beach, my back
lawn and me.

I often strolled around in the nude or lay on a beach towel soaking up the
sun on my private, so I thought, beach. Quite often on a warm summer day I
would sit on my beach towel and apply sun tan oil all over. Of course in
the heat of the sun, quite often as I rubbed the oil, well let's say for
example over my nipples or my tight six pack tummy, (yep. I have one. sorry
but I do. Hey to say I am an exercise fanatic is an understatement. My body
is firm, in tip top shape. It would put most athletes to shame. Sorry, but
it is true. Hey come on.) and so even rubbing on my well toned, well tanned
legs I got, well, I got hard. You know a hard on. And since the palm of my
hand was well greased with liquid sun tan oil and I was lying back on my
blanked with my cock throbbing to greased too. Well what could I do. So,
ya, your right, I lay on my back, legs bent at the knees, slightly spread
and I attacked my soldier with my slippery palm and I have to tell you
whenever I did that there was no stopping. I am sorry to brag but it was a
show. My body arching. The moans. Yes sometimes a bit of a howl or
scream. Well not so much as a scream. I just can't describe it but it can
be quite loud. Hey I cum hard and again not to brag but man do I shoot a
load each and every time. I have had grown men choke as they tried to stuff
as much of my cock in their mouths sucking happily away until I start to
unload. Very few can gulp that large amount down as fast as it fires out of
my cock.

You know while we are on the subject I might as well talk a little bit
about my cock. Kind of set you up for the scenes in my story and then you
can appreciate what the boy, excuse me later the boys go through. I don't
have one of those monster twelve and a half inch cocks you sometimes read
about. No for sure. If mine his seven inches I would be stretching
it. Probably an honest six inch but... now I mean but.. listen to this. It
is the end of my cock, my nob. Well to say it is unusual is probably
another understatement. I have seen grown men in the bath houses I used to
frequent well that is until I met the boy in my story. Hey back to my
nob. I have seen grown gay men salivate when they see the end of my
cock. You know. You must have seen a dog salivate when he looks at a
bone. Sorry. Bone. Well that's what grown men do when they look at my
boon. Salivate, mouth watering, wiping the saliva of their mouths using the
backs of their hands as they feast their eyes on my steel hard cock, which
by the way I must point out here as never ever snapped against my tummy,
even when I was young. Oh no not my cock. It is a pointer. Always pointing
straight out from my groin like a weapon. A missile a few guys told me.

But I am getting off track. Sorry. It is not my cock so much that makes
their mouths water. Makes them drop in front of me to their knees. It is my
nob. It is, well quite different. It is rather large. Not ugly just well
bulbous. Quite prominent. Lets put it this way. A twelve year old boy might
be able to wrap his thumb around my cock and touch the tip of his
finger. No problem there but my glans, my cock head no way. It is like a
plump, a mushroom head. You know it looks really good actually. Jut like I
said bulbous. I have grown men howl out in passion calling out to all of
God's family. You know Mary, Mother, Jesus and Joseph as I sink the big
mushroom tip into their willing asses. And when I drag it back out. Oh my
gawd their ass lips hold onto it until I yank it out and rut it back into
them. And then God's family is all called on again and again.

Well when I finally started doing it to young boys like the one in my
story. (Hey he started me) well it was the same for every boy. Mind you
once they got used to it it was always the same thing. No matter what
position I had them in when the when their small pink ass lips closed
around the bulbous head and began sucking it into their tight young tunnels
everyone of them, every time no matter their position kicked their legs out
straight. For example if I had them on their backs with their legs up,
knees bent over my shoulders, well as my cock head sank into their boy
cunts their coltish legs would go rigid, straight as an arrow and always
like the capital letter 'V' both legs straight out to each side. Same as
when their slim legs were against my hips or over my back crossed at the
ankles as soon as that bulbous head plunged into them out went the legs,
stiff and straight and I might add, quivering. Oh and the moans and
delightful squeals as my cock sank into them and that mushroom shaped head
passed over their prostate. That would make those legs kick while being
straight out. Shimmy, kind of just repeated kicking like they were
convulsing I guess would be the way to describe it. If I had them in my
favourite position, doggie style well then their legs would collapse
spreading straight out as they fell flat on the bed with me lying out on
top of their small bodies as I fed them the rest of my cock.

Usually I had to get them over something. I loved fucking them doggie
style. I used to make him walk around my bedroom on his hands and
knees. With me on my hands and knees too chasing him around the cottage
until I could mount him. Sometimes it was like a game. He would crawl away
on his hands and knees with me right after him my cock pointing straight
down from my groin all slick and wet. Ya we used to do it outside on the
grass. The down side to having such a large mushroom helmet was it was too
big for a boy to get in his mouth. I mean they could usually wrap their
lips around it getting all into their small pink mouths but that was it. So
usually I had to lie back and be satisfied with having their small pink
tongues going at my cock like it was a big ice cream cone. Just licking
their tongues all over it, around and around the bulbous head like a pup
licking your hand.

Anyway here because you asked all about me and my bulbous cock I have lost
track of what I wanted to tell you. Oh yes I remember. He used to sneak
down and watch me jacking off when I was jacking off. Sometimes he told me
later that he would cum three or four, even five times just watching
me. Once and I am not sure whether I should tell you this but one time he
managed to bring his friend who was back home on a rare visit. He managed
to talk him into coming out to see me. And this is where it gets
interesting. At least I found it interesting but that time they took turns
as they watched me. Well you know. Surely I don't have to go into detail do
I? Oh come on. What do you mean 'what'? Ok Ok.

One would lie on down on the blanket flat on his stomach, coltish legs
spread out. Bubble butt.. well you know the rest and the other one would
mount him and fuck him while they watched me and then they would
switch. Listen I don't want to spoil my story but towards the end of summer
I got to watch and video tape both boys doing it in my bedroom. Actually if
you really want to gossip I did both of them in my bedroom while they were
both visiting me. Little minks I fed it from one to the other back and
forth while the one whose little pink hole was still open and moist begged
me to finish with the other so I could slip it back into him. That's what I
mean when I say I went back and forth.

I will even tell you the time I had them both bent over my kitchen
table. One's left hand bound to one table leg and his right hand bound at
the wrist to the left wrist of the other. While the other one's right hand
was bound to the table leg at the far end of the kitchen table. Now same
with their feet. The first boy's left ankle bound to the outside table leg
at the bottom, their right and left ankles bound together and the right
ankle of the other boy bound to the right outside table leg. I hope you get
the picture. I could have spanked their tight little bums as they were bent
over my kitchen table tied in this manner. Come to think of it I did
that. I took off my black leather belt, folded it and snapped it back
giving each of them a couple of good whacks. It was exciting.

And yes I mounted one then the other standing behind them I just pushed my
hips forward and Viola I was in. Bulbous head plunging right in as they
tried to kick their feet out. Fucking them in turn. As I fucked one he
would pull his wrist and ankle that was bound to others, forcing the other
one's leg or hand straight out and as I was fucking one I was driving a
finger up the ass of the other to keep him open before switching boys and
listening to the boy that had just felt my bulbous cock slip from his ass
plead for me to push it back into him. Oh enough. I will go into detail in
my story. Please lets have a little patience here.

Twice he even brought his little eight year old cousin and well they... oh
never mind I am sure you can imagine. Anyway that is what I wanted to tell
you before I go further into my story. The boy was madly in love with me
before I had even met him. He lusted after me. His little preteen cock got
rock hard every time he thought about me. Even his mother thought he was
having bowel problems and was in the process of making a doctor's
appointment but she cancelled it later on when I guess one day she put her
ear to the door and heard this wack-a-wack sound followed by muffled groans
and squeals and she put two and two together and came up with orgasm. Being
one of those rare mothers she understood. In fact she would slip into her
bedroom and close the door. Lie on her bed, pull her panties off and
imagine she was watching her beautiful son, who she guessed rightly was
gay, as she fingered herself to a mind blowing female orgasm. She really
loved her beautiful blond haired son. Especially his cute little bubble
butt. When he was younger and she bathed him she loved rubbing her
fingertip over his little butt, over the ever so slight indentation, that
little almost nonexistent pink little hole pretending it was a little
girl's pussy. Hey. The boy told me. He remembered it and unlike his mother
he didn't put his ear to her bedroom door, he opened it a crack.

Ok let's get into the story.

My cottage located beside a lake a mile or two from the small town of
Orangeville. Rolling hills with mountains rising in the distance. The area
was absolutely beautiful. A long green lawn sloped down to my private beach
and dock. I had a boat house that protected my thirty foot cabin cruiser
and my fifteen foot motor boat. Anchored about fifty feet out from my dock
was my Cessna 182 Skylane II float plane. My source of income along with
income from renting out my houseboat docked at the town's marina.

Financially I was well off. I certainly wasn't rich but I made enough ferry
hunters and fishermen up north. Sometimes making numerous trips for one
group. These trips filled my wallet quite nicely. I could afford to go for
days without any work at all. And so I enjoyed my quiet peaceful life alone
in my lovely cottage overlooking a lake. My cottage was completely isolated
located on a dead end road. Protected by trees and bushes and a long lane
way. This enabled me to walk around nude if I so wished. And I did quite
often. I loved tanning in the nude. Lying on a beach towel on my private
beach. Simply enjoying the best of life.

I had been in a thirteen year relationship but my lover had recently found
a younger man and so at forty-two years of age I found myself alone
again. I was quite happy being alone. I had no one to please except
myself. No at all. That is until the boy came into my life. Ah the boy. I
always enjoyed the beauty of young boys but there was no desire to have sex
with them. It was there innocence that kept me at bay. That is again, until
this particular boy came into my life.

It was one of those beautiful warm days, the beginning of summer. One of
the many ways that I kept myself in shape was by cutting the grass around
my property with a push lawn mower. I was wearing extremely short shorts
and nothing else. And that is what I was doing on this fine day when the
boy came along. I didn't see him at first although I had the feeling that
someone was watching me just before he called out to me.

My back and my well toned hairless chest were gleaming in the warm sun
caused by sweat. My well toned six pack crunching as I pushed and pulled
the lawn mower back and forth. I worked out regularly keeping myself in top
shape. I did have a nicely formed six pack and well toned muscles in my
arms and legs. I certainly didn't look like a body builder but more like a
well conditioned athlete.

I stopped working for a second to wipe the sweat from my brow and run my
hand through my thick blond hair. That's when I heard a voice call out to
me,

"Excuse me mister. Sorry to bother you."

I turned to look at the source of the voice. It was a young boy. Perhaps
eleven or twelve years old. He stood straddling his bike. I couldn't help
but notice his long slim boyish legs. Nicely shaped. A hint of muscle,
straining in his calves and thighs. Just a hint. Still a boy's thin coltish
legs. There was a lot of fine slim thigh showing. He was wearing very short
dark blue jean cut-offs. The hems slightly shredded. A muscle shirt. Arms
bare and a lot of tummy showing.

I couldn't help thinking 'wow what a beautiful looking boy'. Even though it
was very early in the summer is skin had that golden tone all over. A
California tan all over his body and face. Like me he had thick blond hair
that flowed back on each side of his head and covered his ears curling up
around the back of his neck. The boy was gorgeous. Beautiful. I was
momentarily stunned by his beauty.

Those beautifully nicely shaped legs. Soccer boy legs. And those shorts. Oh
so very short jean cut-offs that really drew my eyes. They were so short
and tight they looked almost as if they were painted on him. A bit of white
fringe hanging around the bottom of each leg hem.

It was obvious his legs were the legs of a young boy who did lots of
running. Possibly a soccer player. They certainly weren't all muscle just
well shaped slim coltish firm legs. I could picture his legs as he ran
around a soccer pitch kicking a ball. And his slim bare waist, his tanned
tummy. The barest hint of a six pack across the couple of inches of bare
skin that I could see. The hem of the muscle shirt stopped just above his
belly button. His arms slim completely bared. Cute nicely rounded shoulders
also bare. And when he raised his arm to wipe the sweat off his brow I had
a good look at his sleek stomach, chest and hairless armpits.

The boy, I placed his age around twelve. Probably finished grade
six. Heading to junior high in September. He was exceptionally cute
looking. I bet he drove all the little girls in his class crazy he was so
cute. Not handsome or really good looking. Just cute. Real cute. I was kind
of stunned looking at him taking in his beauty. His sweet young voice
brought me around when he repeated,

"Excuse me mister." he repeated now having second thoughts, perhaps a
little worried that I was seemed so lost in thought. Or that I was staring
at him like I was the kind of man he had been warned about. Or was it
something else. I couldn't put my finger on it. He just looked, well, he
just looked guilty as if he had stolen something off my property.

"Excuse me. Sorry. But ahhhh I was ahhhhh wondering if"

"Oh yes sorry." I replied, "I haven't seen anyone come up this far in
awhile. The road ends up there just around the bend so no one bothers to
come out here. You kinda caught me off guard. I thought maybe it was that
small deer that bounds around here every once in awhile calling out to
me. Heh Heh."

And he stared at me even more. Now probably convinced that I had a few
screws loose in the head. I felt a little embarrassed.

"I guess a big fellow like you is beyond being talked to like a child." I
pleaded my case not wanting this ever so cute looking boy to jump on his
bike and make a mad dash for town.

"So how can I help you?" I asked wiping the sweat off my brow with the back
of my hand.

"Oh yaaa I kinda knew that that this is a dead end road. I was looking for
a place that I could fish from. I thought I could get down to the lake but
the thick bush makes it impossible. Do you know of a trail that leads to
the lake?"

"No there isn't any around here that I know of. And yes you are right it is
impossible to get to the lake from any place along this road. I know I have
also tried." I answered still stunned by the beauty that radiated from the
boy but slowly getting my emotions under control. I have seen and talked to
many young boys. I have never had a reaction like this. I was even
assistant coach of a boys soccer team once. Boys about his age. I used to
see them in various stages of undress sometimes completely naked in all
their glory before and after the games but I it never ever crossed my mind
to look at them the way I was now looking at this young beauty that stood
before me. I certainly didn't case their bodies like I was doing with this
boy's. His long tanned thin legs. Those shorts so damn short and tight
fitting. That muscle shirt that rid just above his cute belly button. An
innie to be exact. Those gleaming rounded shoulders. So smooth. A tiny hint
of muscle in his upper arms. The golden tan. Cute little pug nose. Small
white teeth. Almost pink pouty lips. The blond hair he kept flicking out of
his eyes even though his bangs just covered his eyebrows. The tufts of
blond hair that curled out from either side of his neck. The eyes. A hint
of gold, almond, light brown? Beautiful.

It surprised me that such a good looking boy would be on his own. This
beautiful boy would surely have a ton of friends. I couldn't help looking
at his long tanned slim legs again. Actually they weren't really long at
all. Just normal for his small body but the short shorts made them seem
longer. So much leg showing. And tanned. A hint of muscle in the side of
his thigh as he shuffled from one foot to the other. Even the backs of his
nicely formed calves took on that hint of muscle as he shifted from one leg
back to the other. So much beautifully tanned skin showing. A golden tan
covered every inch of bare exposed skin. His eyes, a golden color seemed to
match the color of his hair. I was also surprised at my reaction to such a
good looking young boy. I was starting to get hard.

Then I had the strangest thought of all as I waited for the boy to
respond. 'I wonder if he has this tan all over his body.' And then another
surprise my cock started to stretch out in the confines of my
underwear. And I froze. 'What the hell.'

I wasn't what you would call a real boy lover. Oh yes at his age and
younger I always thought they were cute but not in a sexual way. Even boys
slightly older than this one. The youngest boy I had sex with and you
couldn't really call him a boy was around eighteen years of age. I just
never thought about sex with a boy this young and so I was caught off guard
by my reaction as I looked this beautiful creature over. I could feel my
skin tinkling all over. Even my cock seemed to lurch around in my shorts as
my eyes traveled over his legs and 'oh my' the shape of his butt. I could
only see the his side but it was somewhat pronounced in the fact that his
shorts seemed like a second skin. That cute little ass cheek. The curve of
it. Absolutely beautiful. A bubble butt. No two ways about it. Nicely
pronounced. Like a backward letter 'C'. Was it really pronounced or just
that the shorts were so tight it looked like his cheek would burst free any
second. It was obvious that he had a very cute, nicely rounded little
bum. No matter who you were or what age you were nobody could not help but
notice his perfectly shaped little bum. How he ever managed to wiggle
himself into those skin tight shorts was beyond me. And the pieces of white
fringe left over from cutting down a pair of jeans seemed only to heighten
how sexy they looked on him.

Then the boy bent over twisting his body over to the side away from me as
if to adjust the pedal or something. Not sure. But he gave me a perfect
view of the most perfect boy butt I had ever seen. The shorts were so tight
each cheek was defined. Even his ass crack. The material followed the
valley of his ass. And the backs of his slim thighs seemingly to stretch as
he bent over. Thigh muscles tight. Gorgeous.

That was something that I did like in a boy's legs. From the knees to the
tops of his thighs the diameter of his leg does not change. Later on in his
teens the upper thighs will begin to develop. But if you wrap your fingers
around their legs at the tops of their knees their is no change to the
width of the leg as you slide your fingers upwards. Oh unless the boy is
chubby. Oh why do I have to cover all the bases. Anyway this boy's legs
were slim all the way up.

Finally pulling myself together and I am not sure what this boy thought
having a man oogle him in such a manner in fact I was somewhat embarrassed
at catching myself staring at him.

"Well", I said to him, "if you want to you can fish off my dock in fact if
you put on a life jacket and promise not to go to far you could fish from
my row boat."

"Oh man that would be so neat" he exclaimed. "Wow yes. Could I really?"

"Sure can. But I think you had better call your parents and get
permission. If you want I could speak to them. I would feel much better if
they told me it was okay."

"Ya sure. No problem. Its my mom. Dad left us when I was still a baby. My
mom is at work right now. She's a nurse at St James Hospital in Trent. But
we can call her. I know she is working at one of the floor stations this
shift. Can I use your phone?" he asked. "Oh boy. I sure hope she says
ok. Is that the dock back there. Oh yeah and I see the boat. Cool. Oh man I
am sure glad I rode out here today. Wow. So cool." he said as we both
started heading down the lane to the cottage.

"Sure. Just go in the front door. First door on the right. The
kitchen. Phone is on the wall. Just give me a shout when she is ready to
talk to me." I answered the lovely looking young boy as I watched those two
cute small melon like cheeks as he walked away from m. I had to quickly
look down when he turned around calling back to me.

"Oh thanks so much. This is going to be so much fun." and then smiling at
me as I stood there looking like the cat that had just been caught
swallowing the canary. I hadn't looked down fast enough and he smiled
almost as if he knew what I had been looking at saying, "I am so glad I
came out here today. I think this is going to be a fun place." and it
wasn't really a wink. Not even anywhere near a wink. But he did something
with his eye, his eyelid. Or was it one? A wink that is. Anyway whatever it
was it was cute and inviting even.

"Go on. Phone her." I said still somewhat embarrassed as I tried not to
look at his tight little ass again. But 'Oh my'. He had one cute tight
little bum. And it wiggled as he bound away. How could a cute boy's bum
wiggle like a girls. I mean not really wiggle but move sexually from side
to side. Oh man that was so cute. My damn cock was rock hard and leaking.

"Kay. Kay." and he made a bee line for my front door disappearing inside
all excited. Probably at the thought of going out to fish in the row
boat. I had a lot to learn from this boy. The fishing had been forgotten as
soon as he had laid eyes on this handsome looking man with his bare upper
chest. The muscles in his arms. The six pack. Just like the pictures he had
been looking at for the past year. Just like the man he had been looking at
the last two weeks. The man looked like a... a... a movie star.. That's
who. The boy didn't so much race in the kitchen all excited to call his
mom. It was his cock, his penis. It hurt ever since he had been watching
the man push the lawnmower. It began to harden immediately but because his
shorts were so tight it painfully pointed down. Actually off to one side
slightly. He needed to adjust it before it snapped in half or ripped open
his tight fitting shorts. He had worn them on purpose. His mom even said
that they seemed a little bit tight and short on him but then said
something like, "Oh well they sure show off your cute little butt" or
something like that. He wasn't sure though. The man had gotten him so
excited. Horny like. Real horny like.

He stood looking out the kitchen window watching the man, his muscles
flexing as he finished the last patch of uncut grass. He was almost
finished. The boy unzipped his zipper and quickly adjusted his painfully
hard cock. He looked down at his crotch. Because his cock wasn't that big
it didn't tent out that much. Just a lump going up from his groin. Oh who
was he kidding. The shorts were so tight it was obvious his rock hard three
inch boner was sticking straight up the jean material straining to fit
around it. It was obvious and you know something that was all part of the
plan. He hoped the man would notice the bump in his shorts. He was the
cause of it after all. And he wanted the man to do something about it. Well
he hoped again the man wouldn't notice it. 'Oh man' What was he saying. It
was the exact opposite. He WAS hoping the man would notice it. In fact he
intended to make sure that the man did just that. He gave the little three
inch lump a rub, a pinch and a promise and then reached for the phone.

It was less than a minute later when I heard him calling me from the front
door.

"Mister. Mister. Mom is on the line. She wants to talk to you. She thinks
she knows who you are when I told her where you lived." he called out to
me.

And then it dawned on me just who his mom probably was and why she knew
me. I made my way into the kitchen and the boy handed me the phone.

"Hi" I said into the receiver. "Your son happens to be here looking for a
place to fish."

"Yes" she answered even sounding a bit relieved, "I was worried about
exactly where he was going to fish. I don't like him biking around
alone. So he tells me you have a row boat and that he will be wearing a
life jacket."

"Yes, that's correct and if you give the okay I will make sure the boat is
tied to the dock and he doesn't go to far out. In fact I am ready to take a
break and so I can relax sit back and keep an eye on him." I told
her. Fingers crossed.

She answered, "Yes no problem. In fact I know who you are. Your
Jason. Aren't you? Do you remember flying me out on that medical emergency
up to Mountainview lake. Woman was having a baby. I am Linda. I was the
nurse that you took up there."

And yes I remembered. A very beautiful woman. Also blond. Very
sociable. And she had told me all about her eleven year old son. Jordan was
his name if I recalled.

And so I answered her, "Oh yes. How could I forget that flight. I certainly
remember assisting you in the birth of the baby. And your son. You told me
all about him. Eleven year old Jordan and how proud you were of him. And
what a great kid he is."

"Yes Jordan but not eleven. He just celebrated a birthday. Twelve now. And
so bored this summer. There are few kids around his age for him to hang out
with. Or the few here for whatever reason they don't want him hanging
around with them. Oh sorry Jason but I have to go. We have a medical
problem here. Just please watch over him. Don't let him get in the way and
chase him home when he gets under foot. You have my number if you have any
problems. I hope this doesn't mean we will be stuck here again tonight. Ok
I really appreciate you letting him fish there. Thanks again. Call me if
you find it necessary. Sorry I have to run now. Bye." And the phone went
dead.

Note to readers:------

I didn't realize at the time but there had been a very bad accident out on
the main highway involving a tractor trailer and a tour bus. There were at
least ten killed and many more injured. All seniors heading to the
Casino. The mother wouldn't get out of there until the wee hours of the
morning. I would be asked to keep Jordan all night. If I didn't mind of
course.---------Everyone has to do their part in an emergency.

I placed the phone back on the cradle and turned to the excited young boy
standing beside me. I was still shocked at the reactions I was having. I
felt like a giddy school girl. I tried to get control of my emotions. He is
beautiful but he is still a child but still as I turned toward him his
stunningly good looks over whelmed me.

"Is it okay?" he asked excitedly. "Did she say that I could go out in the
boat?"

"Yes. Your mom said that you could. In fact your mom and I do know each
other quite well. I flew her up north on an emergency mission. You must be
very proud of her. She saved a baby's life. I know that she sure amazed
me."

"Ya I know." he answered lowering his head almost as if he was ashamed
telling me. "I really love my mom. She is a great mom. She has done so much
for me."

"Wow" I answered him, "that is a really nice thing to say about your mom."
and I took the opportunity to pat my hand on the top of his thick golden
head of hair, ruffling it up a bit.

"Let's get you a life jacket and get you set up. I will tie the boat with a
rope but you will still be able to go out quite far." I told him as we
moved outside.

"Will I be able to row out to your plane to have a close look at it?" he
asked trying to conceal the excitement in his voice.

"You sure can. Just don't bump the row boat into the platoons of my
airplane or I will have to hang you up by your thumbs." I told him ruffling
his hair again or was it just another opportunity for me to run my hands
through his hair. Each time I did it I felt a tinkle in my groin. No not a
tinkle more like my cock throb.

"Now let's see. You are a pretty big guy. This life jacket should fit you
nicely." I said as I handed it to him after we had entered my shed.

"You might wanta take off your shirt so it doesn't get wet. Probably feel a
little more comfortable without it.." I told him then wondering why would
even say something stupid like that. Comfortable without it. Lord where was
this coming from. He is just a boy. An innocent boy. A child still. But he
quickly yanked the muscle shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His
chest was bare. Only his shorts and shoes were all that the boy wore
now. If only they would... and then I wanted to give my face a slap. But
still 'if only they too were'

But I stared in awe at his small dime size nipples. So much nicer looking
then an adult man's. All pink and fresh looking, with tiny eraser size
nubs. Did he see me staring when he joked.

"And my shorts too." he giggled pretending to unbutton them and pull down
the zipper.

"Well that all depends what you have on underneath." I joked back and again
wondering where that too came from. This was a young boy. A child. Why am I
thinking about these things and saying them. And did his answer make blood
rush to my cock. I could feel it getting hard. Really hard. It began to
stand at attention. Not wanting to be ignored any longer. But to join in. I
was rock hard. My cock, all six inches of it felt like steel. Beginning to
tent my shorts as I turned away from the boy to grab some oars.

"Nothing." he answered giggling some more.

"What?" I asked forgetting what we had been discussing because of the boner
now tenting and throbbing in my shorts.

"Nothing." he giggled even louder, "you asked what I wore underneath my
shorts. I don't wear anything. Nothing. I am naked under my shorts. Wanna
see he added." Laughing now. Threatening to pull his zipper down and drop
his shorts. Oh my gosh this boy was so cute looking. Now my cock began
leaking precum into my tan colored shorts. My cock had a mind of its own. A
head of it's own as it throbbed from side to side. Wanting to be free so it
too could witness what the boy was about to do.

"Hey. Hey." I added almost in a panic. "No. NO. I don't want you to pull
your shorts down. (he stopped fooling around. Looking a little embarrassed)
and so I added, "Well not here anyway. This certainly isn't the place. I
can think of a lot better places for you to yank your shorts down and show
off your naked little ass and private parts." (and he practically gasped)
or was it a groan.

And then grabbing the oars under my arm I ruffled his beautiful head of
hair again and said, "Kidding.... kid....ding."

And he jumped ahead of me heading out of the shed giggling again, "Well I
was ready to do it. Pull my pants down and show you what I had underneath
them but since you have other things on your mind I will just have to
wait. Won't I?"

What is this beautiful boy doing to me. Teasing me or trying to seduce
me. Or what. Wow. I had to watch myself. Watch what I say. Things like this
could get me into a mess of trouble. And if I go to prison you go with me I
warned my throbbing, pulsing excited steel hard cock as it lurched around
in my loose fitting shorts. Momentarily picturing myself bent over while a
couple of big black guys try to get me pregnant and carry their children. A
shiver ran through my body. And then another thought... hmmmm. Oh never
mind...But still....

I thought these things as I looked at his incredibly cute bubble butt as he
jogged ahead of me towards the dock. The slim tanned legs. Almost silky
looking from the backs of his knees up to his shorts. Slim, coltish
looking. The cute indentations at the backs of his knees. Nicely rounded
calves with a hint of muscle. Tanned to a golden sheen. His back, the
youthful skin glistening in the sunlight. Slim waist. And that bum. I had
never looked at a young boy's butt like this before. And the wiggle as he
walked along. Wiggling like a girl's bum. And those legs. Oh so slim from
the knees up. I mean not skinny or anything like that. Just nice and slim
all the way from the tops of his knees up to his ass cheeks. And those
shorts so tight. You didn't have to use your imagination. So short at times
I could see the crease at the top of his leg where his ass cheek juts
out. First one side then the other depending how he moved or bent,
stretched or climbed over something.

"Hey Jordan you had better go back out to your bike and grab your fishing
rod and tackle box" I told him hoping to take the opportunity while he was
gone to adjust and pull my boner back and up reducing the tent in my
shorts. Little realizing that Jordan had just done same thing only minutes
before.

"Oh ya" he said as he practically skipped by me he giggled. "See ya laay
toor 'orny man."

Oh my gawd I practically choked he did see my shorts all tented up. What's
with this kid. I suppose I was forgetting the year and how well versed the
younger set was on the topic of sex. Still I felt somewhat embarrassed at
the thought that I was getting turned on by him. All I could do now was
stand my ground and throw it right back at him.

When he came rushing back with his fishing pole and tackle box I grinned at
him. (did he just glance at my crotch) and said.

"You know what I was thinking while you were gone?" I asked him grinning
from ear to ear.

"NO. What?"

"I dare you to take those shorts off and go out in the boat without
anything on. Mr. Smarty Pants. ... Know everything little boy. I dare
you. In fact I double dare you to do it." I chuckled at him knowing that I
had put him in his place and that he would never go that far. There is no
way this young child would shuck his pants in front of a stranger, a man
who he had known for only... what ten minutes.. tops fifteen.

"Oh yeah" he answered dropping his gear on the grass and boom his shorts
were wiggled down from his hips down over his thighs, over his cute knees
to form a small puddle of light blue cloth around his ankles and I
gasped. No groaned as I looked at his cut soft two inch penis hanging limp
over his cute little ball sack. And he wasn't even anywhere near finished
with me. He pivoted around on the grass in front of me saying,

"And what do you think of this cute little piece of boy meat." and he
slapped the cutest little bum that I had ever laid eyes on. So round. So
firm. Two soft ball nicely rounded ass cheeks. The perfect little bubble
butt right there in front of me. I thought I would have to push my eyeballs
back into their sockets. AND THEN

He slowly bent over as if he was going to touch his toes. Legs
straight. Muscles taut in those slim shiny thighs. Beautiful ass crack
opened up ever so slightly to display his moist almost invisible pink
hole. So tiny you would almost miss it that is if your eyes weren't like
two very focused binoculars like mine were at this moment. And he slowly
picked up the life jacket and turned around facing me with a big grin as if
to say, 'ell you did double dare me didn't you? Bet you won't be doing that
again will you?'

And I was totally speechless. I had hardly known this twelve year old boy
for ten minutes and I had seen his cutest little boy cunt. I was hoping
that he wouldn't dare me to shuck my shorts or was I?

And when he stood back up straight and turned around in all his naked glory
I could hardly breathe as I looked at his hairless little crotch. He stood
facing me. Hands on his slim hips. A very seductive smile on his face that
I never thought a young was capable of. Legs spread slightly apart and his
penis, his cock, his cocket, his little tool sticking straight up slapped
tight against his belly. Circumcised but that wasn't it. It was hard as a
rock and so... so cute looking. With it's pink, almost red raspberry size
perfectly shaped little helmet. And his eyes they challenged me to
look. Invited me to look down at his package. The small bone hard little
boy cock with his small nuggets, tiny, jelly bean size. His testicles
hadn't completely started to fall yet but the little package tight,
slightly wrinkled against his body begged to be licked. When he flexed his
hips knowing my eyes were fixated on his groin he turned to the side giving
me a side view before bending down to pick up the life jacket. And he said,

"You have to be real careful what you dare me to do next time. You know I
never walk away from a dare." And at that time about a dozen came to mind.

With the life jacket fastened on him he retrieved his fishing gear and
headed for the row boat tied up at the dock. I stood there with my trap
hanging open as I watched his cute little rear end walk away from me. Two
little soft ball size mounds. Oh so nicely rounded. If anyone was looking
for the perfect boy's ass it was right here in front of me. From the fine
crease where the each cheek joins his legs to the small of his back that
had those two adorable dents just slightly above his rounded ass cheeks. It
took me a good minute to find movement in my legs and then I set out after
him. By the time I got to the dock he was sitting in the boat adjusting the
oars. I fastened a fifty foot line to the boat and he set out facing me as
he began to row out to the plane.

It only occurred to me later as I pushed the boat away and he spread his
leg pushing his body back as he attempted to row away that his cock looked
like a little spike poking straight up flat to his stomach. I could see it
all in my mind's eye. With his legs spread wide to either side of the boat
is ball sack, his testicles were still somewhat tight to his
body. Hairless. Two little marble size balls and his little shaft pointing
straight up from his testicles. Bone white with a small helmet like pink
raspberry size glans.

"You have a wet spot there." he pointed by nodding his head in my direction
grinning as he said it as if he knew something that I didn't.

"Where? What" I said being slow in catching on and then realizing exactly
where, I stammered, "Ah ya." and to hide my embarrassment and not let him
get the better of me and supposing he knew a lot more than I did at that
age. That he knew all about precum and such things.

I yelled after him grinning, "Well you shouldn't have bent over and showed
me that cute little ass of yours." Oh man this was getting so out of
control so fast. It had to end now. I didn't look so good wearing
orange. In fact it was my least favourite color. You know to be completely
honest with you I absolutely hated the color orange. And jump suits well
they are so out of style.

End chapter one.

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