Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 14:35:44 -0400
From: Daniel1989a . <danielmatthews1989a@gmail.com>
Subject: Y Boy-Part 2

Y Boy-Part 2


   This story, like all my stories is fantasy, none of this actually
happened.

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     Scott must have expected me to take a bit longer to enter my office
because as soon as I did his hands went straight to cover up his speedo
covered crotch. His hands were so fast that I only got the briefest glance
so it was hard to tell exactly how much of a bulge he was covering, but he
was using both hands. I started telling myself to get under control that
there was a kid almost naked in my office and I was for the first time in
my life having sexual thoughts towards a guy much younger than myself. I
had no idea what it was, I had known I was gay ever since I was younger
than Scott, but my boyfriends had always been my age or older than me. Now
here I was getting turned on by a boy I had just met. I kept my face stoic
but since he was looking down at his hands, probably making sure he was
covering as much as possible, I took the opportunity to stare at the parts
he was not covering. He had removed his baseball cap and I saw that he had
perfectly styled medium length very light blond hair. His shoulders showed
some definition as did his biceps and as I lowered my gaze his beautifully
smooth chest looked like he swam laps a lot. I knew I only had moments
before he would raise his head again so I quickly took in the start of a
solid abdomen that with work would be a great six pack, then down to his
long and also hairless slender legs, noticing that even his feet were
beautiful.

     I became very aware of how this situation could look and be perceived
so I cleared my throat and took on the most businesslike manner I could. I
was so happy I had the clipboard because my cock had a mind of it's own
today and was now well on the way to being semi hard. I cleared my throat
again and Scott looked up at me, his face a bit red, his eyes drawing me in
and said,

     "So Scott, is this your first body evaluation?"

     I made sure to keep eye contact with him, I did not want to scare him
by ogling his body as he said,

     "Yes Si....I mean Yes Jackson."

     "Okay Scott, basically what happens is I take measurements of various
parts of your body, then I use the ultra sound to take fat measurements,
feed it all into the computer and it tells us everything. But before we
start why don't you take a seat and we'll go over your paperwork."

     I watched as Scott very awkwardly walked over to the chair, his hands
never leaving the front of his crotch and took a seat. I took one opposite
him and said,

     "Okay, it says here that you're 14, you have no medical issues and
that you have been swimming for years, is that about right?"

     His beautiful eyes met mine and I felt myself melting as he said,

     "Yeah, that's right Jackson."

     "So what are you looking to work on Scott?"

     He seemed a bit more at ease, but I noticed even though he was
sitting, his hands stayed on his crotch as he said,

     "My Mother and I just moved here and next week will be my first day at
a new school. I want to go out for the swim team, so I am hoping to use the
pool here a lot and also work on my upper body to get more speed."

     I knew I was staring right into his eyes, but I could not pull my eyes
away as I said,

     "You look like a swimmer, did you swim for your last school?"

     He told me he had, then added,

     "But with this being a new town, I really want to work hard and
hopefully make the team, maybe even Captain."

     The more I stared at his eyes, the more he stared right back, he even
seemed to give me a knowing look, like he was used to people staring at his
eyes as I said,

     "Well, I can help you with that. How about we get started?"

     His eyes never left mine and now they looked much more confident as he
asked,

     "Okay, what do I do?"

     I smiled at him and said,

     "Just stand up and step on the scale and we'll measure your height and
weight to start with."

     Without a pause he stood and easily walked over to the scale as I
watched his tight butt move around inside his speedo. He walked so
confidently and the memory of looking in his eyes made my cock harden even
more as I stood. I brought the clipboard with me and it was now me who was
walking awkwardly, doing everything to cover myself and lucky he was facing
away from me. I stood beside him and had to put the clipboard down, pleased
that he was staring straight ahead as I raised the bar and placed it on top
of his head, then seeing he was 5'9", I told him, then wrote it down. I
adjusted the digital scale button and a few seconds later saw that he came
in at exactly 140 pounds. As I stood off to his side I could not help
myself from looking his backside up and down, the back of his shoulders had
some definition and his back was smooth hairless and looked like he swam a
lot. My eyes went down and again took in his tight butt inside his blue
speedo, then down his smooth long legs. By the time I looked back up again
my cock had fully hardened so I pulled my t-shirt out of the waist of my
pants and let it hang down, hoping it would cover me enough.

     As I stood there I noticed his hair smelled of strawberries and there
was a deffinate scent of musk, probably his body wash. I was so wrapped up
in his scent and the look of his tanned skin that when he turned and faced
me, I was a bit too late and he must have seen me quickly turn my head
away. I felt my face redden a bit then heard him ask,

     "What do I do now?"

     I knew my face was red but I had to face him and when I looked in his
eyes he gave the very slightest smile, almost unnoticeable, a look that
almost told me he was enjoying my awkwardness or was at least used to it. I
did my best to get control of myself and said,

     "Why don't you step down and I'll measure you up?"

     I watched as Scott stepped off the scale and took a couple steps to
the middle of the room then asked,

     "Is here okay Jackson?"

     Since I was now behind him and happy that my crotch was out of view I
said,

     "Yes that's great."

     I grabbed my tape measure in shaky hands and wondered where I should
start. From behind he looked as good as from the front. Every part of his
back side was tanned and I wondered if he was tan under his speedo. His
back had a v-shape to it and his shoulders were those of someone who swam a
lot, and that tapered down to a very narrow waist. The backs of his legs
were nicely tanned and smooth, yet defined. With his looking straight ahead
I took a long look at his butt. It filled his speedo nicely and since it
was so small and tight I could see that he had large dimples on the side of
each of his butt cheeks. In my head all I wanted to do was run my hands
over every inch of his body, but I steadied myself as best I could and
walked up behind him and said,

     "Raise your arms up a bit and I'll measure your chest first."

    I watched as he raised his arms and noticed right away that his under
arms were smooth too and found I could not take my eyes off them. I had
never seen smooth under arms on a guy before and on Scott they looked
perfect, like they were meant to be that way. I was staring so hard that he
turned his head and looked directly at me and asked,

     "Is everything okay?"

     There was no way he could have missed where I was staring so I thought
quickly, cleared my throat and said,

     "Sorry, I was just wondering if you sh....."

     I was about to ask if he shaved but then I remembered his age and
stopped myself but then got a huge surprise when he said,

     "Do I shave? Is that what you were going to ask?"

     He gave me another knowing look and before I could respond he said,

     "I don't shave, I forget what my Doctor calls it, but I am naturally
hair free."

     Right away I wondered if that meant everywhere, but I caught myself
and put the tape measure carefully around his chest, the tips of my fingers
just coming in contact with a bit of his skin. The touch was quick, but his
skin was so soft yet firm at the same time and very warm to the touch and
it had the effect of making my cock actually jump in my pants. I told him
his chest measurement and then said,

     "I guess that helps a swimmer like you, a lot of guys have to shave or
wax to get rid of body hair."

     As I stood behind him the tape measure in my hand and the memory of
how warm his skin felt, all I wanted to do was grab his hips and rub my
body up against his. The impulse was almost overwhelming but he pulled me
form my thoughts as he said,

     "Yeah I guess, a few guys on my last swim team shaved."

     I had him lower his arms and then walked beside him and measured his
biceps and forearms, told him the measurements and then entered them into
the computer as well as writing them down on my clipboard. I walked behind
him again and after telling him, I measured around his neck.

     "Okay Scott, just relax I'm going to measure across your shoulders
now."

     I watched as he relaxed and I carefully ran the tape measure from one
shoulder, past the back of his neck to the other, my fingers briefly
touching his warm skin again, then told him the measurement, turned and
wrote it down. When I turned back I almost gasped, Scott had turned around
and was now facing me. I quickly grabbed the clip board and covered my
crotch with it, a move he could not have missed. I tried to be casual as I
stumbled for something to say, then gave a smile when Scott said,

     "So, what's next Jackson?"

     Unlike most boys his age, Scott was not covering up his crotch, he
seemed totally natural and unselfconscious and not shy at all. The only
measurements left were his waist, thighs and calves, all measurements I had
planned on doing with him facing away from me. But now with his beautiful
green eyes looking at me, an almost knowing expression on his face I knew I
had to do or say something, so I said,

     "Just your waist, thighs and calves Scott, then we can do the ultra
sound and see what the computer says."

     I already knew what it was going to say, that he had very little body
fat and that he was in almost ideal shape for a 14 year old male. I had the
clipboard in one hand and the tape measure in the other wondering how I was
going to do this when he laughed and said,

     "Okay, which first?"

     I was thinking so hard about this incredibly sexy, almost naked boy
standing right in front of me that I mumbled out,

     "Huh? Which one what?"

     Scott laughed a little bit harder and I watched as his green eyes
almost danced in their sockets and his hair swayed. I snapped out of my
thoughts and for a moment thought he might be laughing at me in a less than
friendly way, that maybe I had freaked him out but his expression showed
nothing but good natured humor as he said,

     "Which measurement."

     It took a great effort to pull my gaze away from his eyes, it was
almost like they were hypnotizing me, drawing me in and knowing I would
have to put the clipboard down I said,

     "Why don't we start with your calves?"

     He smiled and nodded his head so I crouched down, put the clipboard
down and measured his calves, my fingers loving the very brief contact with
his skin. I then got on my knees and my whole body trembled a bit as my
face was now only inches away from his speedo covered crotch. I could tell
he was watching me closely, but I knew he would not be able to see my bulge
from the way I was kneeling. The hard part was my hands were a bit shaky
and in a few seconds as they measured around his thigh they would be mere
inches from touching his speedo covered cock. Scott stood there with all
the confidence in the world, seeming to not even notice or care that he was
almost naked and I wondered where his nerve came from. I did my best to
steady myself and very carefully reached the tape around his left thigh,
called out the number and wrote it down, then did the same to his right
thigh. As I was pulling the tape measure from his thigh it was almost like
my hands got a mind of their own as my finger tips very briefly and gently
traced along the front, silky smooth skin. It was the nicest, warmest skin
I had ever touched and all I wanted to do was to keep touching it, then
kiss it.

     Scott made no sound and did not say anything, but from the corners of
my eyes I saw his expression had changed and as I slowly looked up at him I
hoped it was not anger. I was greatly relieved to see that it was not
anger, that instead it was wonder, curiosity and what looked like relief
and satisfaction. Our eyes were locked staring at each other, then his eyes
opened a bit wider and his smile got wider as I realized I had left the
clipboard on the ground and there was no mistake, he was looking right at
my bulging crotch. I pulled my eyes away quickly as my hands moved so fast,
they were almost a blur to cover myself and at the same time I lost my
balance and fell over onto the floor. I expected to hear mean laughter or
even anger and rage but instead Scott's voice was calm and concerned as he
asked,

     "Are you okay, you need a hand?"

     I looked up at his green eyes and his voice matched his expression, he
was not mad at all as I said,

     "Everything is okay except my pride, sorry."

     He gave me another knowing smile, a smile that said he understood and
even liked my uneasy situation, and said,

     "No problem. I guess my waist is next."

     I wanted to stay on the floor on roll up into a ball until he left, I
knew to measure his waist I would have to stand right in front of him and
with the shorts I was wearing and how short the t-shirt was there would be
nothing to cover myself with. I had never been this affected and nervous by
another guy in my life and now it was happening with a 14 year old kid, in
my office at the job I needed. But still my mind could not pull away from
my thoughts that this was the hottest sexiest guy in the world. The
thoughts just would not leave my head and the more my head thought about it
the harder my cock head got. I knew I had to start moving so I rolled over
away from Scott and got to my feet, making a big deal of wiping myself off
to take time before having to turn around. I covered myself as casually as
I could with one hand, then turned and again met Scott's eyes. He looked
like a dream come true as I stared into his eyes all I wanted to do was
kiss his beautiful lips and run my hand through his blond hair to see if it
was as soft as it looked. Thoughts of extreme passion filled my head, they
streamed in almost like I was watching a movie. I knew it was crazy, but it
almost felt like he knew what I was thinking and as I started to walk
closer to him he gave me another smile, this one was much more intimate and
knowing, then he winked at me gently and asked,

     "Aren't you forgetting something?"

     His eyes left mine for a moment as they focused on something on the
floor behind me. I turned my head and then almost gasped to see that I had
left the tape measure on the floor and had been walking to measure his
waist without it. There was no mistaking it, this boy had such a hold on me
it was almost like he was a magician and had put a spell on me. I smiled
weakly as my face reddened, then turned, bent and picked up the measure and
again faced him. As I started moving towards him I felt my heart start to
race faster and actually felt a bit of sweat on my palms. I was so focused
on trying to calm my heart beat that it took me a second to notice his eyes
were not looking at mine, instead they were looking down, right at my
crotch, which I had not covered after picking up the tape measure. There
was no way he could miss my bulge and knowing that actually made my cock
throb in my shorts, poking the material out further in front of me. Now I
expected rage or for him to scream or leave so I lowered my eyes ready for
his verbal assault and as I did I saw that the bulge in the front of his
speedo was much bigger now as he said,

     "Don't worry about it dude, it happens at the nudist camps all the
time."

     I pulled my eyes way from staring at his crotch, then shook my head
and asekd,

     "Huh? Sorry, what did you s....?"

     "Your hard on, it happens to guys at the nudist camps all the time
when they see me."

      I thought he had said nudist camp, now his confidence at being almost
naked made much more sense. I had to ask,

     "Nudist camp?"

     He smiled and said very casually,

     "Yep, been going ever since I can remember."

     I almost shook my head in shock at the thought of this gorgeous boy
walking around naked and was fumbling for words but managed to ask,

     "So you're a nudist then?"

     It seemed like a stupid question as it left my mouth but he seemed
happy to answer and said,

     "Yeah, was raised that way. My Mother and I are almost always naked at
home, unless we have certain visitors. We go to camps and resorts all the
time."

     Now my mind was thinknig about this sexy boy walking around his house
naked and my cock started throbbing even more, I felt my face reddening and
started to put my hand in front when I noticed that his cock was now so
hard it was almost going to pop out of his speedo. He saw me staring and
casually said,

     "Happens to me some times too."

     I was in such a daze that all I mumbled out was,

     "Huh? What?"

     He let out a good, easy calming laugh and said,

     "My hard on."

     His face was calm and relaxed, like he was talking about the weather
and since I was curious I said,

     "I guess with everyone naked it happens all the time."

     He laughed and said,

     "Not only at the camps, I've seen my Doctor get hard during my
physicals and even my dentist when he's doing my teeth."

     I had to ask,

     "Does that bother you?"

     He smiled and said,

     "Nah, I actually kind of like it."

     There was now passion in the air, it was unmistakable, his eyes were
boring into mine and thoughts of pulling his speedo off ran into my
head. My cock had not been this hard in a long time as I pondered what he
had just said. I was again stumbling to say something when he came right
out and said,

     "But they don't usually make me get hard."

     It sounded like he wanted to say more or was waiting for me to ask and
as I saw his cock throbbing in his speedo I asked,

     "So does that mean I am a special case then?"

     I had said it half joking, but also hoping it was me that was exciting
him, he broke eye contact with me as his eyes went to my right arm, then my
left, both visible with the sleeveless t-shirt I was wearing, then back to
my eyes, a confident, self assured look as he said,

     "Yes, they are nowhere near as built as you are."

     Before I could say anything he said,

     "Plus, you looking like Matt Damon helps too."

     He then openly winked at me, smiled and stood there staring deep into
my eyes. My thoughts got wilder as I imagined ripping his speedo off right
here, kissing him and pulling him to the floor, then taking his cock in my
mouth. It was a bit strange, all my sexual thoughts towards him were about
me pleasing him, I had always been the top in my relationships, had never
bottomed, but right now doing whatever he wanted was all I wanted. He had
not come right out and said he wanted me, but he sure came close and I was
going to press it but we had been in here a long time, I had to say
something back so I opened my mouth,

     "Thanks, I have to be honest, people I am measuring don't usually
excite me like this either."

     He smiled even wider and asked with a huge wink,

     "Does that mean I'm a special case then?"

     The size of his wink made it so comical I smiled back and without
thinking said,

     "You're probably the specialist case I have ever seen in my life."

     I started to say something to cover what I had just said up, but his
expression showed that he loved it and from the bottom of my eyes I saw his
cock throb harder as he said,

     "Wow, that's the best thing anyone has ever said to me."

     His smile was so wide that it almost filled his face, but I knew we
had to get on with this before someone came so I said,

     "We should finish this up, wouldn't want someone to come in and see me
with an almost naked boy and wonder what is taking so long."

     He gave me a look and it took me a moment to figure that it said, he
did not care if someone did come in. I wanted this to go on forever and was
reluctant to go past this moment between us, but then he said,

     "You would just to have to tell them to turn around and wait for us to
finish."

     He gave me another wink, one so comical that it made both of us
laugh. A minute later I said,

     "Can you raise your arms Scott?"

     I watched a he did, again noticing his smooth under arms and that if
he raised his arms any higher or I even brushed his speedos, his cock would
pop out. It was so hard it was pulsing and throbbing, the speedo so tight
that I could pretty much make out exactly what it looked like, a tiny wet
spot where the head rested. I then noticed for the first time his chest and
nipples. His chest looked like he did a lot of push ups and his nipples
were a good size and even better, they were quite erect and pointed. I
walked right in front of him, his shampoo and body wash scent filling my
nostrils, mixed with another smell, his boyhood. It was almost
intoxicating, making me feel like I was drugged or in a dream, that if he
asked me to do anything, I would gladly do it. He also seemed to be aware
of the effect he was having on me and as I reached the tape measure around
his waist, this time letting my finger tips trace his skin all the way, he
leaned a bit towards me, his head almost on my chest. I wanted so much to
kiss the top of his head, with us so close, my arms around his waist, him
leaning forward, we were almost embracing. My hand stayed behind his back,
holding the tape and his scent got to me so much that although I was trying
not to, my lips started to lower to kiss the side of his neck.

     It took all my will to prevent it as I straightened up, just before my
lips made contact with the side of his neck and very slowly pulled the tape
from around his waist, my fingers again tracing over his skin the whole way
and as they passed over his belly button I was shocked to hear myself let
out a very low, but audible moan. When I looked at Scott, his face showed
passion and that if he had heard my moan, he was not only good with it, he
knew he was causing it. I managed to mumble out the measurement, then after
testing a few areas with the ultra sound we both took a seat at the
table. Like I had already known, he as in excellent shape, did not need to
lose any weight so I asked him,

     "So Scott, what kind of routine would you like me to make for you?"

     He smiled and said,

     "Any routine that means you will be around a lot."

     His openness shocked and pleased me and my face reddened as I realized
this kid was openly coming on to me and all my mind could think of was to
do exactly what he wanted and again without thinking I said,

     "I would love that."

     I managed to get my head straight enough to suggest he keep up with
swimming laps, but to extend the amount of time he spent doing it. Then
since it was now getting late, almost time for me to leave I suggested
several of the weight machines and was about to ask if he wanted me to show
him how to use them when there was a ringing sound I had never heard
before. It was almost like coming out of a dream except I was very aware of
everything that had happened and still all I wanted to do was to be with
Scott as he got up while he said,

     "That's my phone."

     He bent and picked up his jeans and pulled the phone from one of the
pockets, then after listening for a minute he told whoever it was that he'd
be there in about 20 minutes.

     He walked back towards me, his cock still throbbing in his speedo with
all the confidence in the world as I openly stared at him. He sat back down
and said,

     "Can you show me the machines tomorrow, that was my Mother I gotta
run."

     I told him tomorrow would be fine and after arranging a time I told
him I would give him some privacy to get dressed, but he laughed and said,

     "Don't bother, I just have to pull my jeans and shirt on."

     I watched his butt as hew walked to his clothes and then bent down to
pick up his jeans. As he did, the very top of his crack showed and he must
have been aware and loving my stares because he wiggled his butt a little,
then very slowly stepped into and pulled up his jeans. He turned around and
gave me a very knowing smile that told me he was very aware of the effect
he was having on me, then almost seductively pulled his t-shirt on. I
watched as he did up his sneakers, then grabbed his gym bag and stood up,
finally putting his Yankees cap back on. I looked at him and thought he
looked just as hot dressed as he did almost naked. He seemed to know what I
was thinking and since it was time for me to leave and I did not want him
to go away I said,

     "I'm through for the day, I'll walk out with you."

     I turned off the lights and after saying bye to a few employees, we
both walked outside. I was about to say bye to Scott, but he started
walking the same way as me so instead I listened to him as he talked about
school, sports, moving to a new city and I found myself enthralled, hanging
on his every word. I wanted to put my arm around his shoulder as we walked,
to touch any part of him but when we got to my street and he kept walking
with me, I asked,

     "Where do you live?"

     He told me the number as he pointed to the building right beside mine
and I could almost not believe I had not noticed this boy before, how could
I have missed him. When we got to his building he said,

     "Since you live next door, I guess I'll be seeing a lot more of you
Jackson."

     I smiled and said,

     "I would like that a lot Scott, see you tomorrow for your tour and
instruction on the machines."

     He thanked me and then gave me a very sly wink and smile and said,

     "And now that you know where I live, I guess if you come over, you'll
see a lot more of me."

     It took me a second, but the way he had emphasized see a lot more of
him, it suddenly hit me he meant because he had told me he's a nudist and
goes naked at home. My face reddened at the thought and his expression
showed he was aware of it and very happy that he was the cause of it. He
raised his hand, smiled again and walked into his building. I stood there
on the sidewalk for an undtermined amount of time, all I knew was when I
seemed to come to, almost like out of a trance, several minutes at least
had passed. A couple passing by me gave me an odd look, so I shook my head
and walked quickly tomy place.


I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Comments and suggestions are always
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