Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2000 11:50:08 -0500 From: beanboy card <beanboycard@goplay.com> Subject: the weeks that changed Cale's life 3 The following story is total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or dead is purely accidental and unintended. This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male), some of whom are under age. If you find this concept distasteful, or if it is illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop reading now. This story is dedicated to Ganymede, who writes the most complicated and interesting man/boy stories on the net. To Wishus Teglin, who wrote the best long story I've ever read, and made me fall in love with four boys. And mostly, it is dedicated to my friends and the administrators of www.boy-talk.com, the best Bulletin Board on the net for men who love and protect boys. To special friends, including my technical editor, who know who they are and have my undying thanks. A copy of this story has been previewing there for some time, as are subsequent chapters. If you have comments, I go by the name of beanboy at www.boy- talk.com, and am a frequent visitor there. You may reach me at beanboycard@goplay.com. The Weeks That Changed Cale's Life Chapter Three By beanboy The Reading of the Will I got up with the sun again, and still in the same position. I was cradling Cale in my arms, we were both naked, and my throbbing penis was pressed into his butt. A part of me was startled that I was in this position, but a part of me just sighed. It felt great. He was asleep, so he didn't know. A part of me wanted to keep it there, slide my penis along Cale's crack == the part that was between my legs. I resisted. Still, I had to get up. Morning erections usually meant a long piss. I slowly drew myself away from Cale and went in and did my business. Boy that was good! I came back in the room, noticed it was just 6:30, and crawled back into bed. I did the same as the day before. Being careful of Cale's hands, I lifted him on my chest with his head over my right shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, and settled back into sleep. He wiggled a little, and almost came to consciousness, but then he went into a deep sleep, but not before wiggling his hips to adjust how his penis was pressed against my stomach. I dreamed of his skin. The skin on his back, on his tummy, on his neck. I dreamed of petting it. Drawing my hand slowly along the light blond hairs of Cale's back, with him squirming, his muscles wrestling against me involuntarily, like a cat's. And then I woke up and realized I was petting his butt. And just like the day before, he was looking me in the eyes. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" He giggled harder than the morning before. I took my hand off his butt and rubbed his head. "So, how's my Cale today?" "I went to sleep with a stiffy and I got up with one, too!" OK, this was not the shy boy from yesterday. "I'll bet you only have one because I was rubbing your butt in my sleep. But, it's healthy having erections, so I'm glad. How are your hands?" Cale propped his elbows on my chest, which made his erection dig into my belly even harder. It seemed that I had one, too. I grabbed his right hand gently at the wrist, and then said, "Tell me when it hurts." I carefully probed first at the fingers that weren't hurt, and then at the ones that were. Cale winced, and he started to tear up, but he didn't yelp. "Cale, we're going to have to keep these bandaged, maybe for two more days. You going to be able to handle that?" He nodded. Then I think we need to get out of bed here before your grandmother walks in and finds her naked boy holding her naked grandboy. And I'm going to take a shower, and then give you a shampoo, OK?" Another nod. We crawled off the bed and Cale followed me to the bathroom. "Cale, try to brush your teeth by yourself, and I'll get a quick shower. Then I'll do your hair, OK." I hadn't realized it before, but my penis was pretty stiff on the way to the bathroom, but Cale didn't seem to notice. I quickly washed up in the shower and turned off the water. I dried off and faced Cale, who still had a mouthful of toothpaste. "Did it take you that long?" "Yeah," he replied. "It's tough, but I think I finished." He had toothpaste dribbled down his chin, a little on his chest, and just a dollop right down at the base of his penis. It looked cute. "Here, Cale, I'll help you wipe up." I reached over with my towel and scooped the toothpaste from his chin. Then I took my other hand and wiped the toothpaste from his chest with my finger. I sucked it into my mouth. That got a startled expression out of the boy! He looked down, and noticed the other spot just right at the base of his penis. "Do you want me to get that one, Cale?" I said. He nodded, so I reached down with my finger and scooped up the toothpaste off his penis and stuck the finder in my mouth. "Why'd you do that?" He looked puzzled a little grossed out. "What?" "Why'd you lick your fingers? That's yucky!" "Well, Cale, if you remember, I know really well that you are clean down there, so I know there are no germs. After all, I washed your penis last night." "But. . ." He was a bit speechless. He blushed a bit, too. I knelt down and faced him. "Cale, how many times have I kissed your ear in the last few days?" I reached over and kissed the right one this time. "A lot!" Cale blushed at this. "Did you like it?" "Yeah!" I know boys avoid being kissed, so wasn't surprised when he blushed even deeper. "Well, Cale, I know for a fact that your penis is cleaner than your ear. And I didn't even kiss your penis. I just scooped off the toothpaste and licked my finger." I wanted him to know that this wasn't anything special, but when I talked about kissing his penis his eyes grew wide. He got that sly look on his face again. "So," he said, "If it's so clean, why don't you kiss it?" He threw me there. "Um, because there isn't any toothpaste there anymore. And don't you go putting more on. We're done with this game. It was fun, though, wasn't it?" I winked. And I couldn't help noticing that he was getting an erection again. (Could I ever keep up with this ten year old?) I looked down and found out the answer was a definite yes. I washed Cale's hair without incident, though he remained hard through the whole process. He was bent over the tub, and I straddled the side. Thank God my penis went back to a comfortable limpness. It was right near his face as he turned my direction when I rinsed his hair. I toweled him dry, and then we entered the bedroom. "Come on, Cale, we have to get dressed. We'll take care of that (I pointed to his penis) later." Cale giggled as we went in the other room. I had to help him on with all his clothes. It's not easy to put on underwear when you only have thumbs available. I took the occasion to make sure his penis was tucked in well - gave it a tiny stroke - and snapped the waistband hard. He looked at me almost mad, but smiled. We finished dressing and went downstairs. It was 9:30. My parents were in the dining room, and there was food on the table. A cold breakfast, but good, with fruit and croissants and a couple of donuts. Of course, there was coffee, too, as my Dad really enjoyed that. So I poured myself a cup with some cream. Cale just sat down, drank a little orange juice, and dug into the donuts. "So," I started, "How is everyone this morning?" My Dad spoke first. "We're just fine. Cale, did you sleep well?" Cale spoke up. "Well, I was afraid, and then Uncle Sean let me sleep in his bed. And he held me tight and I didn't have any bad dreams like the night before. The night before there was a monster chasing me, and I was kicking at it and it wouldn't go away and I couldn't wake up." He quieted down, remembering his dream. Sometimes being a motor-mouth isn't a good thing. But my Dad chuckled a bit, and I even saw a hint of a grin on my Moms face. "Did you two sleep OK?" I returned the favor. "Well, after you two went up," my mother started, " I watched the rest of the Indian's game on tape and then just fell asleep." "And you, Dad? Of course, I know you always sleep like the dead." He smiled. "But I bet he didn't snore as bad as you, Uncle Sean!" He turned to my Mom and Dad and continued. "He was holding me and snoring right in my ear. Sometimes it woke me up, and then, though, it put me back to sleep, too. And it made me forget the pain in my hands." I looked over and he was having an awful time gripping his croissant with his bandaged hands. But he was managing a fork pretty well for the fruit. My parents looked at each other and nodded. What was this communication between them? We finished up breakfast and I had to ask a question. "So, Mom and Dad, are we all going to the reading of the will? I understand the actual funeral is later, but will Cale be going?" "Yeah," he said. "Uncle Sean said it was kind of like my Dad's final goodbye. And that he wrote it before he died." He hesitated and got quieter. "Can I go?" My Dad and Mom looked at each other, and my Dad spoke. "Cale, you are especially invited. Your Dad made sure of that." And my mother chimed in. "Sean, go take Cale in to wash up. We've got to leave here soon. Do you have to change the bandage?" "I'll check it. OK, Cale, let's go." He followed me up to the bathroom. When we got there, I turned and asked. "Cale, we're going to be out for quite a while. Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Cale looked scared again. How could he turn shy so quickly. He was nodding his head. And then I realized. He needed to do more than pee. "I understand, Cale. I'll get you're pants down and then leave you to do your business." I maneuvered him over to the toilet. OK, I'll just unzip you and drop your pants, and I'll be back when you shout? Cale, It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone poops." I did just that, sat him down and started to walk away. Cale said, "But, Uncle Sean, Who's going to wipe me?" I hadn't really thought that far ahead. But, hell, I'd been through some intimate times with this boy in the last two days. "Cale, it will be my pleasure to wipe your butt. Get to your business now!" I almost shouted. Then I walked out with a big grin on my face. I puttered around, then decided that I needed to be a bit more formal for the probate. So I put on a dress shirt over my chinos, then looked around for a tie. I was just about done tying it when I heard the call from the bathroom followed by a flush. I headed in with my tie almost done and walked over. Cale was sitting there blushing furiously. "Cale, what's wrong?" "I'm embarrassed," he squeaked. "I never had anyone wipe me before." "Well, Cale, I've done it a lot of times. You were a baby then, but I know that bottom of yours pretty well. I think I can do it again. You know, you always squealed and smiled then. Once you pissed up into my face! Get up and bend over!" He giggled a lot. He liked being teased. And he had about half an erection. I decided to make him squeal again. I reached over and got some toilet paper and folded it up, then I slipped my left hand between Cale's legs. I gripped his penis and gave it a couple tugs. Then I said, "Are you ready?" He giggled more, and answered, "Go ahead." I wiped up his butt, stopping to wipe really well at his hole, then I finished. The whole time I stroked his penis, which was now at full mast. I let go and said. "OK, stand up now, I'm done." He was almost panting. Cale turned around with his pants around his ankles and his penis pointing towards the sky. All he could get out was a weak, "OK, are you sure?" "Yes, Cale, I'm done' let's get your pants up." I pulled them up and then whispered in his ear. "Boy, you were scared at first, huh, but it looks like you liked it a lot. Well, you know I'll always take care of you, right?" I kissed his ear. I'd never get tired of doing that. "Well, I didn't think you'd distract my attention that way!" "It seemed like it might be a really good way to distract you! Ok, you're all dressed, let's go down and get to the lawyer's office." Cale reached up and grabbed my hand, and then we walked down the steps. My parents were waiting, and I saw my Mom's eyebrows rise when she saw us holding hands, but she only responded with a little grin. Curiouser and curiouser! We all piled into the Lincoln, and I dragged Cale towards me. I figured we needed to talk again. "Cale, you remember what I told you. This is like your Dad saying goodbye to everyone, and giving them gifts. I know one thing, I'm going to cry. You are, too, so be prepared for it. I have two handkerchiefs in my pocket, so we'll be fine. Just smack me one when you need it, OK?" He nodded, but he looked a bit afraid of what was to come. "Cale, look at me." He stuck his head up in mine. We were face to face and almost lip-locked. It was a little awkward, but I had to say my peace. "Are you afraid of something?" "Uncle Sean," he whispered very soft, "I don't know where I'm going to live". A tear moved down his cheek. I bent over a little and talked right in his ear while hugging him closer. "Cale, you trusted your Dad, right?" He nodded, brushing his short brown hair against my lips. "Then you trust that he has made the best arrangements possible. He'll make sure you're taken care of, right?" I got another nod, and then Cale brightened a bit more. "So, what are you afraid of?" "Uncle Sean, I'm afraid I'll have to go back to my Mom." He looked really worried. "Cale, your Mom is a good person, but I think she knows that she isn't able to take care of you. Tell you what. While we're in there waiting for whatever is going to happen, you can hug me, or hold my hand, or even crawl in my lap. I'll be there, and I won't let anything hurt you." I whispered even closer to his ear. "I love you." He smiled back at me, and reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Oh, if days were always like this. It warmed me all over and I felt like the world was mine to command. I too felt more confident going in to the reading of the will. Good thing, because we arrived at the lawyer's office right then. My Dad pulled up and we got out of the car. We went in and the four of us stood before the receptionist. Cale was a bit behind me, and if his hands could grip, he'd have broken my hand. His other hand was at my belt in the back. Thanks God he didn't have a grip in those hands, or he'd have torn my pants off. He was still very nervous. As my Dad talked to the receptionist, I turned around and scooped Cale into my arms. He was getting too heavy for this, but he needed it. That was clear. "Excuse me, Miss," said my Dad. "Can you let Mr. Marcel know we're here?" "And you are?" "John Martin's family." She brightened, and said, "Oh, come this way!" She showed us to a big conference room. She then sat us down at a long table. There were maybe twelve seats, and we sat the closest to the door. At the far end was a television. Cale unlatched from me enough for me to set him down in the seat next to me. We sat in the two seats at the right of the table. My parents sat opposite us. Then Carl Marcel came in. I'd met him once at a party about four years before, and thought he was a touch odd. We'd talked and I knew he was intelligent and well-read - we academics appreciate that - but I saw him duck into the bathroom with a bimbo for what was obviously a little drug date. I had some respect for him, but also a lot of uncertainties. "Well, you're all here. Let me first say that were here to listen to the last will and testament of John Martin, a man that was close to you all." He nodded to each of us, and Cale clutched my hand tighter. "I want to tell you first that John wrote up his will about a year ago, then revised it twice since then. The first revision was minor. Then about a week ago he revised it again. Mr. and Mrs. Martin were witnesses to that revision. He did so by making a videotape of his last testament. We are here today to view that. Er, I must ask you now, do you think Cale should be in here for this?" We all nodded, and my mother vocalized it. "He's got more interest here than any of the rest of us. He sure ought to be here!" She was coming through in a pinch. I guess I'd underestimated her over the years. "Well, then, I'll just slip the tape in here, and we'll watch what John Martin has to say. The tape went in and Carl turned down the lights. The screen popped up, and there was my brother John in the hospital bed. They made the tape a week before his death, and only three days before he lost consciousness for good. He was pale, but looked a bit energized to be accomplishing this particular task. He was propped up in the hospital bed and gasping a little, but he controlled himself, and leaned forward. He was unshaven and his curly hair was dirty and stringy, but he had a sparkle in his eye. There were tubes and such all over, but it didn't take long to focus on my brother's voice. He lifted a stack of papers to his face and started to read from them: "I am John Martin and this is my last will and testament." He looked up and continued. "My lawyer said I should stick closely to the script here, but he also told me that if I didn't, then this would work as a holographic will. No, Cale, that doesn't mean I'll turn into a hologram." Cale almost giggled, but he must have felt this was as eerie as I felt, because he scooted even closer to me. "I'm here to dispose of my worldly goods. I found out yesterday that I've got only days to live, so I thought I'd leave this behind." He then waved and said, "Hi Mom!" just like the football players do on the sidelines when caught on camera. Cale grinned, but scooted further towards me closer. I picked him up onto my lap and held him close. I petted his head a couple time - couldn't keep my hands away. Then I looked across at my mother, and she had a grin on her face. The woman was never this happy! Something was odd! Well, she watched the filming, so she must have known what was to come. "I'm going to start now. I know Carol is not with us now, but my first bequest is to her. She came yesterday and we had a talk of reconciliation, of sorts. We both understood where our lives had gone wrong. I told her this then. And if my wishes have been followed by my parents, she has heard my wishes again. I bequeath to her $10,000." "Next, I'd like to thank my parents. During the last few years it has been tough. I have separated from my wife and the mother of my child." He looked up and into the camera. "That's you, Cale." He winked and went on. "You have helped me raise a kind, loving and smart little boy. I appreciate it. And I have told you so. Unfortunately, I'm not going to be around to see him grow up. You have helped guide me on my biggest decision, what to do about Cale. Thank you. Yes, that's all I bequeath, my deepest thanks." I looked across at the table and both my parents were in tears, as was I. But they were smiling. "The next is what I bequeath is to Cale." He moved his eyes off the script again. "Cale, I want what is best for you. Trust me. You will get it. I love you. I bequeath to you love, and hope and opportunity. Use them well, but most of all, have fun with the childhood that remains. Fun will stay with you longer than even learning in school." He looked up again. "But that's important, too, so do your homework like your' elders say!" He winked again. Cale gripped me about the waist. "Sean, my brother, to you I bequeath the rest of my estate, and a responsibility as well. The most difficult part of dying for me was leaving Cale behind. I love you with all of my soul, Cale, and I will always be with you. But you need to be cared for by someone, and that's what I'm going to talk about next. I've thought for a long time, and I think I've made the best decision." "Sean, I also bequeath you the responsibility for Cale. I understand you've never had children, and that you've thrown yourself into your work instead. I also understand that you are good with Cale when I've seen you together." I squeezed Cale tighter, if it was possible. "I know you have the financial resources - we talked about your investments last year, a conversation I instigated on purpose -- to raise him right, but my estate, such as it is, will help. I also know that you value education. Cale is very bright, and I have faith that you will nurture his talents." "I also know you will guide Cale in life, to be strong and moral, and to find his own path. Cale is special." John paused, looked up, and winked. He had a pensive smile. "Cale needs someone like you, Sean. Our parents are good, but too old to keep up with him. Sorry Mom and Dad!" He looked to the left, apparently at them. "And he's a curious boy, likely to outrace them easily, in energy and in patience. Rest while you can little brother, you've got a sly dynamo on your hands." "But I couldn't just thrust him in your arms. I instructed Mom and Dad to leave you alone with him these last few days. They are under instructions to fight this will if they don't think that the bond between the two of you didn't take. I'm confident that won't be a problem. In fact, I'll bet Cale has attached himself to you like a limpet!" "They left you alone to read to Cale, put him to bed, and be close if he needed you. I'm sure the bond took." Cale looked up and smiled, then giggled, still with streams of tears down his face. I thought this was the best end possible. I hugged him tight. So, maybe this is really a double bequest. Cale, you get the gift of a new father, your Uncle Cale. And Sean, you get to raise the best boy I know, a double handful, my own son Cale. Spank him for me when he gets bad, OK?" John looked sad, and weaker. "I guess I'm just a little sad that I'm not going to get to smack that boy's bare butt again. I used to do that when we wrestled, but it has been a while. Sean, will you do that for me soon?" He coughed, and got weaker. He was pale and sweating. "My Doctor is signaling me to quit now. My job is done. I wish all of you the best and am sure I've made the right decision." The room was silent. Cale was up against my chest and silently sobbing into my shirt. I'm sure my tie was ruined. Of course, I was crying as well. The lawyer spoke first. Mr. Marcel said, "Sean, I have to know for the record if you accept this bequest." It was all I could do to say yes, and that was into Cale's head. Everyone was quiet for a few minutes, and I was appreciative. I raised my head and saw my parents grinning. I'd never seen them so supportive in my life. "Thank you." I said. "For everything. I'll do my best. You will have no worries." There were no words for a long time. Cale still clung to me. He had a grin on his face, but the tears still came streaming. I knelt down and showed him that I was also smiling with tears, and we nodded to each other. It looked like everyone was getting antsy to leave, so I got out a handkerchief and wiped up both Cale and myself. We left the building, still without words. We all got in the car again, and my father broke the ice. "We're going to lunch. It's just to Fridays. I figure we could all use some food after that. All of you, I'm proud of you!" I couldn't say anything yet, but just nodded, but my brain was starting to make calculations about all the changes that were coming up. I sat in the back seat with Cale wrapped close and I thought. We walked into the restaurant, got our seats, and still nobody had said a word. It was a comfortable silence, though. Everyone had gotten what they wanted. Finally, after we ordered burgers and the like, I spoke up. "Mom and Dad," I started. "I know I said I'd stay three weeks, but I'm going to have to cut that short. Cale and I have to get to Philadelphia. I know it is only the middle of July, but to get Cale into a good school I'm going to have to pull some strings. Luckily, one of my Professors resigned last year to be the headmistress in a private K-8 school near my house. I DO have strings to pull. And then we have to buy uniforms. And I have to arrange to cut my workload so I have more time for Cale. Also, Cale needs to get used to South Philadelphia before the school year starts. We've got a lot of work to do." My mother said, "I'm glad you're taking this seriously, but when will we see Cale again?" "Well, come on down for Thanksgiving, or earlier. Or we can come here for a weekend any time. Like John said on the video, money isn't a problem. If you come down, I may have room in the house. I'm going to have to do some rearranging. But I'll pay for a bed and breakfast, regardless. There's a great one near me." Cale was busily munching his burger next to me. He had a huge grin on his face, and it wouldn't leave. I liked that. And we were touching almost constantly. If I wasn't rubbing his hair then he was grabbing my thigh. My father was curious. "What did John mean by your doing well on investments?" "Well, remember that John and I inherited about $200,000 four years ago from Uncle Clyde? I paid off the last of my debt on the house with it. Only $20,000. Then I listened to a friend over in the Business School. He talked about two IPOs that were going to take off. I decided to go in with both feet. I figured if I lost it all, I still had a well-paying job and a very healthy 401K through the job. Well, both stocks took off, and I sold them about 10% from their peak. I moved $180,000 to $5,600,000 in less than eighteen months. It's now invested in an investment bank where I can draw on the interest if I like. I can afford private school for Cale. John's estate will be in a trust fund for him, and I'll match it." "Well," my Dad said, "Once you get that check, give me a call. I'd like to match it as well." "Thanks, Dad. I think that will give Cale a good start in life. I'll ask for your advice on the Trust Fund." "I don't think you need my advice!" I tried to get Cale involved. "So, Cale, you're going to get some big surprises when you get to our house, you know. Did your Dad tell you anything about his visit two years ago?" He had visited just five months after I'd completed my ambitious renovations. He'd been impressed. "Nope!" Cale was curious, though, I could tell. "Well, Cale, you'll just have to wait. We'll make it a surprise. But I'll tell you one thing, you're going to have a cool room and your own computer." He smiled wide for me. We finished with not much more conversation. But I came away with thinking that my parents were more proud of me than ever. I didn't feel I was a hero. But they were looking me like I was. And so was Cale. We finished and went home. I was beat, but we went into the den and all sat down. I got my wits together, and started in. "Mom, Dad." I said. "And Cale." He was to my left on the couch and I gathered him to my side. "I want to thank all of you. I'm really just as happy as I can be. My mind is spinning. I've got a lot to plan. I think I need to take a bit of a nap." Cale looked up at me and said, "Can I come, too?" "Of course, Cale, but I'm not carrying you." We said goodbye to my parents. It was about 2:00. I asked them to wake us with a knock at 4:30 if we weren't down. We trudged up the stairs. When we got to the end of the hall I lunged towards the bed. Then I halted. "Cale, I'm not going to strip to take a nap. But you can get on the bed with me. But only if you go to sleep too, OK?" "Uncle, Sean, I'm tired, too. Can you just hold me?" "OK, I'll get my pants and shirt off. Get yours off and climb into bed." Eventually we were in bed in our underwear, and I pulled a sheet over us. I curled up, with both of us in our underwear and holding Cale 's back to my chest. "Cale, we're going to sleep for a while, but I want you to know that I'm going to take care of you forever. I love you." He nodded. "I love you Uncle Sean." And I held him with my arms around him and my hands clasped at his belly until we fell asleep. We were angels, sleeping on clouds. I slept with dreams, but they were dreams of Cale. He was standing naked with his arms out, ready to be picked up and held. And I would reach out, time and time in the dream, and clutch him into my arms. I would swing him around. Carry him on my back. Swing him in my arms and hold his head to my lips. These were the best dreams in my life, but I still woke. Cale wasn't up yet. I found I was still holding him close with my arms around him. His little chest was rising and falling slowly and he gave a gasp once in a while. It was 4:00, so I just lay there watching, entranced. I started to doze off staring at the nape of Cale's neck and the soft hairs swirling there, and then he moved once, and then twice. Time to get up. I propped myself up, and Cale turned around. "I haven't had a nap since I was seven." He said. "But I liked it. I liked you holding me Uncle Sean." "Well, Cale, that's a good thing, because you're going to get a lot more of that in the next few years." I held back. The urge to tickle him was great, but I just wrapped my arms around him tighter and held on. We sat there another ten or fifteen minutes in blissful silence. My eyes went in and out of focus, and I kept leaning over and kissing Cale's head every minute or so. I felt like this was a time when we got to know each other best. We got to know each other's breathing, our sighs. We got to know each other's smell and the texture of our grasp. Eventually, though, we had to get up. I wrestled my arm from under Cale and stretched. He rose and stretched himself as well. We were both a little slick with that sweat one gets during a nap, but it was good. Cale turned with his body propped on his wrist, his hand carefully splayed out so as not to hurt. "Uncle Sean? Do we HAVE to get up?" I nodded. Then I reached over and made a feeble attempt to tickle Cale's ribs. "Cale, what do you think? Are we going to make a good team? You know, it is going to be you and me forever, now." I reached up and put my hand under his chin. "So, what do you think," I said, while grinning. He just lunged into my arms and tucked his head into my chest. Then he bit into my chest hair once and said, "Only if we get we get to wrestle once in a while!" We rolled around for a couple minutes, and he tried to get my underwear off at one point, and then my mother called to wake us up. We both lay against the bed gasping "Do I have to spank you, like your Dad said I could?" "No, No!" Cale squirmed again and the wrestling started all over. Then I picked him up, grabbed his underwear and pulled it down until his butt was bare and about six inches from my face. His head was in my crotch, but I didn't think anything of it. I just decided that this boy needed a couple love taps. So I gave them to him. Three light slaps, then I let him down, where he giggled and wriggled, still in my crotch. He reached his hands down and pulled up his pants. And by now I started to get hard, so I moved and spoke. "Come on Cale, we ought to get dressed and go downstairs." He put his hand right on my testicles and I winced, then he flipped over like a gymnast and off of me and on the floor. He looked up at my pained face and he said, "What?" "Cale, you almost robbed yourself of ever having a cousin." I threw my hands in my crotch and howled, a lot louder than necessary. Cale panicked. He got up and immediately grabbed me, then took his hands away, then grabbed me again. He didn't know what to do. I got over my momentary pain, and took my hands away and held them out to him. "Hey, Cale, even though your hands are bandaged, you sure do know how to pack a whollop!" "OK, I'm sure I'll be fine later. Come here and let's unwrap those hands and see how you've healed." Cale came over and held out both hands. "Just one at a time will do, Mister!" I unwrapped his right hand and took off the simple metal brace, then did the same to the left. Then I looked Cale in the eyes while grasping his right hand. I started to apply pressure in various parts of his hand, all the time watching his reaction. Then I put pressure on his fingers, still looking for reactions." "Well, Cale, good news and bad news, ready to hear it?" His lip quivered, but he nodded. "Well, Cale, I think you're healing well. We'll leave these off through dinner, but I probably ought to wrap it overnight. No video games for you, and no wrestling while it's unwrapped. But they're going to be OK." Cale nodded, getting a lot happier. "Then what's the good news?" "No Cale," I said, keeping a solemn expression on my face. "You mean what's the BAD news!" His smile disappeared. "Cale, your hands are working well enough that I think you can unzip yourself, hold your penis when you pee, and even wash yourself in the shower, except maybe your hair. I think you'll be able to wipe your butt by yourself, too. So you don't get me goosing you anymore." He broke into giggles and then, slowly, quieted. "You can still do it if you want." It was my turn to giggle. I said, "We'll talk about it, OK? Now, let's get dressed and go downstairs." As we approached the kitchen I smelled garlic. My mother was beginning a meal. It smelled like an Italian kitchen. We snuck in and Cale spoke up first, "Whatcha makin', grandma?" She looked up and smiled. I didn't remember her as happy as she was now. She'd lost a son just days ago, and she was constantly grinning ear to ear. I figured she really cared for Cale and was happy that we were both happy. "I'm making lasagna, because it is Cale's favorite, and it was Sean's favorite when he was a boy. We're going to eat at about 7:00, so you have a little over an hour. Oh, could you two run to the store and get a loaf of French bread?" Sure, we'll hit the deli over in University Heights. "Come on Cale, we'll take my car." My mother said, "Make sure you're back in time, a couple of your father's friends are joining us, Cale!" We left, got to the deli and went in. Cale was carefree for the most part on the way. I let him alone. "Cale, pick up two of those long loaves, would you?" He picked them up. "Now follow me." I walked to the back where they had the goodies. There were cheeses, pates, sun-dried tomatoes, and a heap of olives. I bought the bread, a quart of marinated olives, and a pint of little peppers with stuffed with provolone and proscuitto. Then I got some roasted peppers and stone ground crackers. I avoided the pate, but picked up a nice garlicky cheese spread as well. This stuff was expensive, but I could afford it. As we left the building, I turned to Cale and said, "Cale, we're going to have a feast. Have you ever had olives?" "I one tried one after it was in my granddad's martini!" He wrinkled his nose. "These will be better, don't worry!" I cuffed his head gently. We then went next door and I picked up two six-packs of beer, guessing at what my brother's friends might like. I picked up locally brewed brands, figuring that would be safe. John liked his beer, do maybe his friends would like the good stuff as well. Finally we got back to the house and two extra cars were in the driveway. We walked in, laid the goods on the counter. My mother frowned at my extravagance. (Thank God she was back to a sour normal mood. I didn't know how to take the Stepford Mom!) Then we walked out to the den to find my Dad with two couples and one of Cale's friends, Alan. Alan was Cale's size, but had black hair in a bowl cut. He was half Chinese - his father was from a Chinese family in San Francisco. I got introduced around and the boys started out the door. "Cale, Alan," I said, loud enough to stop them in their tracks. "No computer games, Cale, your hands are not healed yet. Alan, no roughhousing with Cale, he hurt his fingers and they need time to heal. Otherwise, have fun." I looked up at the clock. It was only 30 minutes until dinner. "Cale, don't leave the house, OK? It's too close to dinner." (I couldn't get over it, but I was acting like a father already. I was speechless for a moment.) Then I turned to our guests and we made small talk for a while, I got beers, and we got comfortable. Dave and Sandy were Alan's parents. And Bill and Joyce lived down the street. They also had a couple kids, but they were sleeping elsewhere for the night. (It was a Friday! Life was going quickly.) They all lived down the street and had helped babysit for Cale at times. Small talk. I was never good at it, but they helped me out. They wanted to know what my plans were for Cale. They asked about school, my house, my neighborhood, and I entertained them with my stories of living in a working class neighborhood in my house, which was a restored small warehouse. It was in fact a mansion compared to my neighbors, though it didn't look it from the outside, and few had visited. My mother called down that dinner was almost ready. Joyce had joined her fifteen minutes before to help out. I excused myself to go find the boys, and Dave came with me. We walked up to Cale's room and I held up my hand. We listened. Cale's voice was the first I heard. "I'm getting that too, all the time. My Uncle Sean says it's normal. Also, he said there's a way to make it go down. But he hasn't shown me how." Alan answered. "Well, it's easy! You just beat off!" Dave and I were holding back the giggles now. "Where'd you hear about that?" "My Dad told me two months ago after he walked in on me in the morning and my dick was hard." Alan was not embarrassed about sharing his knowledge. I decided to break it up. I knocked. "Boys, get your pants on." I opened the door. "Time for dinner." Dave and I got a shot of two boys with shorts just sliding over their butts. And very red faces. We couldn't help laughing out loud. They were both embarrassed. I said. "Cale, Alan, we won't tell, but only if you show off those cute little butts later." Alan and I continued to giggle, but we rubbed our boys' heads and they calmed down. We went down to dinner. The boys sat together, with the others mixed around the table. My Dad always set the places at a table, and he was adamant about mixing couples. But I got to sit next to Cale, and he beamed up at me. We'd had cheese and such earlier, but the olives were on the table. As we all filled our plated with lasagna and salad, I popped four olives on Cale's plate and said, "Careful of the pits. Alan, would you like some olives?" They looked at each other, then Cale reached over and popped one in his mouth and chewed. After he'd reached in and recovered the pit he said, "Tastes like olive oil, only better! Try one Alan!" Alan copied him. Again Cale made me proud. I reached over and squeezed his bare knee. Dinner went well and we all walked out stuffed. Cale and Alan had a great time. We all retreated to the family room, and my father dealt out Grand Marnier's for the adults. My mother gave out hot Chocolate for the kids. Cale was quick to get my attention. "Uncle Cale?" Alan was with him, and we moved over to the side, though Dave was watching us. "We're moving far away in just two days, right?" "That's right Cale. I know it's sudden, but we have lots to do to get you settled in before school starts." Alan piped up now. "But Cale is my best friend. Am I ever going to see him again?" "Tell you what, Alan." I leaned in close to both of the boys. Dave came over to join us. "If you want, and your parents don't mind, I'll be glad to fly you out a couple of times to visit. Also, we'll return here once in a while, too. I gotta warn you though, we don't wear swimsuits in my pool. Do we Cale?" "Nope. We just wear our skin!" Cale didn't even know I had a pool, but he went along with me. For all he knew I was joking about the pool. Alan was a little shocked, but Dave laughed. We joined the others, but the after dinner drinks were done and it was time to go. We bid everyone goodbye, and I was happy to see Cale and Alan hug each other. I was glad to see the two boys open with their affection. From what I'd seen of Dave, he had raised his boy well. We waved and turned back into the house. It was a moonless night, and clouds were overhead. It was the deepest dark I'd seen in years. We helped my Mom clean up, though the women had already handled a lot of that stuff. Cale pitched in with no complaint. Cale and I said good night to my parents, and we went up to bathe and get in bed. We went separately, and Cale washed his penis without much problem. "Cale, let me check your hands." He winced much less than before. His hands were healing faster than expected. So I said. "Cale, let's get in here, I'll read you a chapter of Harry Potter, then we'll go to sleep, OK?" We undressed, and I looked over to see that Cale's penis was limp. That suited me fine, though I knew he'd react to being close later. I didn't know what to think really about Cale's seemingly constant raging penis. I guessed that I had to accept it so as not to shame him and damage his emotional development. But I felt odd. While I'd stroked his erection slightly on a few occasions during the last day or two, I wondered what was going on. I guess I didn't want to erase the comfort and trust we'd built by being naked around each other, but I had to let him take the lead as far as his exploring his sexuality was concerned. No more stroking! We got into bed and Cale again rested his head on my shoulder. I picked up the book, and read about Harry and Hogwarts for a while. Cale fidgeted the whole time. Finally, I had to say something. "Cale, why are you fidgeting?" "Well, I like the reading, but I'm wide awake and I want to have fun. Can we play video games?" I guess the hot chocolate didn't help get him to sleep. Everyone else in the house was asleep. "Cale, you're not allowed, remember your hands?" "Then can we play monopoly?" "Cale, that needs at least three players. Let's just crawl into our beds and see if we can go to sleep. Its 10:30." "But I'm not sleepy!" "Cale, you remember that your father suggested that I make sure to spank you when you needed it? Come here." I picked him up from next to me and twirled him around in my arms until his butt was in the air and on my shoulder. I gave it two smacks, to tons of giggles, then set him down on his bed. "Cale, try to sleep, and then if you can't, we'll work from there." I tucked him in and went to my bed. The I laid down. I turned out the light, and it was pitch black. No moon, cloud cover, and heavy curtains made for a very dark bedroom. I crossed the narrow corridor between our beds quietly and leaned down to kiss Cale. The moment I got close enough for him to sense me he jumped, and we bumped noses. Yes, it was very dark. We both sat back, I rubbed my nose, but couldn't see him. Then he said, "I know, we could play hide and seek! It's perfect in here. There aren't many places to hide, but it's so dark that it'd be real fun!" "Well," he was right, it was perfect. And I wasn't particularly tired. But my mother had cranked up the air conditioning, and I was getting a chill just sitting here. "OK, Cale. But one condition. It's a little cold in here. Let's each put on boxers and T-shirts for the game. I want us to be warm. Here." I turned on the light. It was blinding. I handed Cale his shorts and white T-shirt, the donned my black silk boxers and dark Browns jersey. When we were dressed, I said, "Well, who goes first?" "I want to hide!" (Did I really think there would be any other answer?) "OK, I'll hide my eyes and count to fifty. I'll also shut my ears. You turn out the light and hide." I did so, and then closed my ears. It was like being in a sensory deprivation tank. I was dark, and I could only hear the rushing in my ears and the silent count to fifty. I counted out loud from forty to fifty to let him know I was close. "OK, Cale, here I come." I rolled off the bed and tried to adjust to the light. There was almost none. If I didn't remember the layout to the room, I'd kill myself finding him. First thing I did was check under the beds. There was stuff there that he could hide behind. They were very high beds. Then I stood at the ends of the beds and held the brass of the foot of my bed. I was moving close to the middle of the room. Our beds took over one part of the room, and there was a little ways to go to get to the closets and the area where Cale kept his toys and then the closet. I hadn't heard the closet doors, which opened out, move, but my fingers were in my ears. Then, I realized I saw something in my blindness. I wasn't completely dark. While I was dressed in dark colors, Cale had on a white T-shirt. He was by the door and crouched by the dresser. I reached over, dug my fingers in his belly, and said, "Gotcha." He jumped. "How did you find me?" I walked over, put on the light, and turned and said, "Well, Cale, there's not much light in here, but it caught sight of your white shirt. I guess if we play this again, we'll have to do it without shirts." "But you were the one who made me put it on! I get to hide again." I couldn't argue with that. Cale stripped off his shirt and said, "Hide your eyes!" I did, and he turned off the light and I closed my eyes and ears again. After the count of fifty I got up again. I checked under the beds, but held the area between Cale's bed and the window until later. I walked ever so slowly, keeping my movements quiet so Cale didn't know where I was, and also so I might surprise him when I grabbed him. This was starting to be fun. I checked Cale's toy area, and even checked the closet good, moving my hands through the air carefully to keep from making a sound because the door was open. Then I went over between Cale's bed and the window. I walked along the three foot distance between the bed and the wall. The window started at about two feet off the ground. I walked between the two with my arms around in front of me, waving them slowly back and forth at about the level where Cale's shoulders would be (didn't want to poke an eye out!) I got to about three feet from the end of the head of Cale's bed, and then I brushed against something with my left hand. It was soft, and definitely skin. I closed my hand and found myself with a handful of hard penis. Cale was standing with one leg on the bed rail and another on the window ledge at the head of his bed. He was steadying himself with one hand. Giggles followed. I held on, and said. "Cale, I thought you were only going to take your shirt off!" "Well, I just decided to strip all the way. It's more fun!" I still had a grip on his penis, and I moved up and whispered close to his head. "So, Cale, why is thing hard?" He sighed a little, and it was obvious he was enjoying my touch, even though all I did was grip it. "Well," he whispered, "I had to do something while you were taking so long. I played with it." I let go before he started humping my hand, helped him to the ground, and then headed towards the light. "OK, Cale, this time I hide!" I turned around and faced him. He was naked and glowing in the light, and he had that sly smile on his face. "I want you to get naked, too!" I didn't see any harm, and it wasn't as cold as earlier, and Sean Junior was behaving himself, so I nodded and slipped off my silk boxers. Besides, I was more likely to get aroused hiding while the soft silk shorts were wrapped around my dick that otherwise. Besides, I was almost sweating. Sneaking around takes a lot out of you, I guess. I looked around the room and found a spot. I kept scanning, because I knew Cale was watching me. "OK, Cale, get up on the bed and count to fifty. Also, plug your ears. He jumped on the bed and lay down on his stomach. I slapped his butt and turned out the light. Slowly I walked over to the corner that served as Cale's play area. There was a box there that held some toys. It made it hard to hide in the area, but I figured I could just straddle it - it wasn't a big box. He might end up walking by me on both sides, and if he didn't brush up against my feet, he could miss me. Then after he checked the area I could move. Cale started counting aloud, so I froze in place. I perked up my ears, but the room became utterly silent after Cale slid off the bed. I breathed shallowly and relaxed a little. I walked two miles to work each day, so my legs were lean and I could hold this pose for a long time. I relaxed and concentrated, and started to hear faint sounds, but couldn't quite tell where they were. I imagined Cale sneaking around the bed and then ducking down to sweep his hand under it, leaving his butt up in the air. I smiled. He had a very cute butt. I wondered to myself if Cale was still hard. Then I noticed that my own hand was fondling my penis. I'd only gotten myself half hard with my musings, but it was actually dripping just a little bit. I wiped the pre-cum off the head of my penis with my thumb and brought it to my lips. I sucked it off my thumb and made the smallest sound. I think I gave myself away. All of a sudden I could hear Cale's breathing. He was near. I found this was both fun and exciting. My penis started to rise. It felt good, but I moved my hand away. Maybe Cale sensed my movement. He must have been two feet away, and he froze. I imagined him moving his arms out, and secretly hoped he closed his hand on my penis like I had done his. His foot grazed my foot, then he swung his hand and it hit my side. Then he wrapped his arms around me. "Gotcha!" He giggled and I did, too. "Not so rough, Cale, I'm balanced here!" I slowed my giggles, and so did he, and then I lifted my leg until I was on the same side of the box as he was. He giggled and reached down and grasped my penis. "What's this, have you been playing with it, too?" He was almost laughing again. "Well, Cale, I guess you were right, there's not much to do here while I was waiting for you to find me." He tugged me along by the penis back over to the bed. The he turned on the light and looked down. "Hey, it's wet! Did you pee?" Cale was surprised, but he thought it was pee, so let go of my penis. His penis was only a bit hard. "Nope, Cale, that's called pre-cum. Remember what I said about semen and sperm last night? Well, sometimes some creeps out of the end before you have an orgasm, if you're old enough." I wiped it off the end of my penis and said, "Hold out your hand." "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to let you see what it feels like. It's a lot more slippery than pee." I held out my finger, which had a glistening drop of semen on it. Cale stuck out his finger and took the drop and rubbed it between his fingers. His face was one of concentration. Cale was clearly curious and evaluating the experience. Absent-mindedly I put my fingers back to my lips to clean up. "Yuck! Why'd you do that?" He looked stunned. "Well, Cale, it's sticky and I don't want to get it on anything. Don't want any stains to have to explain later, do I?" "I guess not." Cale hesitated. "Cale, here." I lifted his hand to my lips and sucked his index finger and then his thumb. I didn't mean it that way, but it was quite erotic. My penis, which had started calming down, started up again. And Cale's eyes got wide and his jaw dropped. He wiggled. I finished up, and looked down. He was hard as a rock again. "I think it must be magic liquid." I pointed down. "It charmed your snake, now didn't it?" As he looked down I tickled him a little and turned and got on the bed. "So, Cale, are you going to hide now?" He jumped, like he remembered all of a sudden that we were playing a game. "And, Cale, are those the new rules, that when I find you I get to lead you back to the bed by your penis, just like you did to me?" "Yeah!" He blushed a little. "Hide your eyes!" I put a pillow over my face and lay there with my penis in the air. It took a few seconds for Cale to turn out the light. I imagined he was staring at my penis. Then I cheated. I wanted to get Cale good this time. So I listened as he moved around the room. He walked to the closet, then near the door, and then by the wastebasket. Then I heard him crawl on to something. He was taking the high ground over near the dresser. Was there a chair over there? Well, I'd check it out. I then started counting from 40 until I finished. I said, "OK, Cale, I'm coming!" I spent a little time walking over to the closet, and started planning. I decided to make a diversion. I scuffed my heel, then snuck over and rubbed the edge of the game box with my finger. Just a little noise to make him think I was elsewhere. Now I slowly crept my way to Cale. I was going to surprise him. It took me five minutes before I was where I thought he was. I thought for a minute how I was going to do this, and then reached out my hand slowly. It wasn't a direct hit. My hand hit his thigh. But Cale didn't move except for a quick twitch. I slowly drew my hand up his thigh until my fingers were at his balls. I stroked them a few times, and began to hear Cale panting. I guess I'd done enough. I reached up and grabbed on to his penis. It was very hard. I spoke softly. "I've got you Cale." "I know!" He was not giggling, but talking softly. "So, how do I lead you by the penis if you're standing up there?" He recovered a little. "That's for you to figure out! But you can't let go until we get to the bed!" His hips started moving. This kid was hesitant, but it looked like he was humping my hand, the instincts in his hips and groin taking over. It was dark and a wild thought went through my head. I was half tempted to stick his penis in my mouth and use both my arms to carry him over. That would probably give the poor dear a heart attack. Besides, I was a bit shocked at having thought of it. Instead, I switched hands and used my right hand to lean him over my shoulder. Once he was up there, I gently tugged on his penis a couple times. In this position his penis was very near my face, and his head was half way down my back. I was all I could do not to take a lick. Still holding on, I carried him over and on to the bed, still holding on to his special little penis. I reached over and turned on the light. Cale was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart, and I was standing between them. My erection (I'd have to have been dead not to have gotten one!) was hovering about two inches from his. I let go, and said, "How was that?" He shook his head side to side slowly, then spoke up, staring at my penis. "That was wild. I can't believe how good it felt! Do you want to hide now?" "Cale, if you want to play some more, I think we can do it again, but it's getting late. I'll hide one more time and you can sneak up on me this time." He'd looked up at me when he spoke, but looked down at my penis again. "It's leaking again." Then he grabbed it and wiped it off with his fingers, and sucked it into his mouth. This time it was my turn to drop my jaw. "Cale, I thought you said it was gross!" "Well, I guess I just wanted to see what it tasted like." He only blushed a little. "Go hide now," he said, "Besides, I have to think of something to do to you when I find you! You got me good!" He backed onto the bed, lay down on his stomach, protecting his groin with one hand, and then started counting out loud. I turned off the light, then walked over to the closet. It was a walk-in closet, and I was going to lay down under one side of the shirts and stuff that were hanging there. I moved a stack of books out to the corner quietly, then laid down on my back full length on the floor. It was carpeted and comfortable. I lay on my back because I figured I had to let Cale do what he wanted to. He had to have access if he was going to take me back to the bed by my penis. But still, I was worried that we were going too far. I lay there and wondered, and then Cale started counting the last numbers to fifty out loud. He was coming to get me. I sat there and thought about what we were doing. I knew this was wrong, or that most people would think so. But it felt right. I was boosting my boy's confidence, even if I was also getting thrills myself. Still, I was worried. We were having sexual contact. Though we were both obviously enjoying it, I felt a bit like a molester. And he was my responsibility now. I started to get sad, but my penis remained hard. It was waiting for Cale. I wanted to just hold him right then. I listened. Cale was moving very quietly, I didn't hear him at all. I guess he was being very careful. I was getting tired, and zoned out a bit. So I was surprised to feel Cale's fingers against my hip. I froze, like he had, and let him capture my penis. He did, but not like I thought he would. His hand stayed on my upper thigh, and then I felt a little tickle at the base of my penis. He was licking me. I didn't move. I just lay there and waited for what Cale would do. I was leaking again. He moved his tongue up my penis and cleaned up my pre-cum. He licked all over the head of it. I shuddered. I didn't believe this was really happening. And I wanted badly for him to take me in his mouth. Then he spoke, while grasping my penis in his hand. I was gasping. "I guess I have to lead you to the base now. Get up!" I followed obediently. He led me to the bed, turned on the light, and we both sat down. Cale giggled, "Did that surprise you!" "Cale, I can't believe you did that! Why?" He giggled. "I just thought I had to beat you! You know, get you better than you got me! I did, didn't I?" He looked "You sure did!" I grabbed him into my arms and I hugged him tight. Cale squealed a little, but buried his head against the fur of my chest. "Cale, are you ready to go to bed?" "Yeah? But could you pet my penis for a minute?" "Cale, I'd be glad to! Get up here on your back." I wasn't concerned anymore about anything but paying Cale back. But I decided that, no matter what, I wouldn't bring him off. I wanted to save that until we were in our home. This was a delicate situation. I reached down and started licking his balls. They were drawn up in his scrotum like they wanted to hide. I tongued them for a while and they came back to greet me. Cale was gasping. Then I proceeded up the shaft of his little penis. I licked around, then just kissed him as wetly as I could. I'd decided that I was going to give him a very good time, but not take him all the way. We'd wait until we got to our new home for that. I licked up his shaft, and he was moaning. Then I wrapped the head of his penis with my lips, wrapped my tongue around the head. I did it just two times, swirling around his head, then disengaged and came up and kissed Cale on the mouth. He was limp. Except in that one place. "Cale, let's get to sleep. It's 1:00. I'll go lock the door, and then I'll hold you. We'll be able to sleep in late. OK?" I walked over, locked the door, then got into bed and cradled my boy in my arms. I said one more thing before the end of the night. "Cale, I love you. I'll teach you to handle that boner later. When we get home." Holding him in my arms, we fell asleep.