Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 00:03:52 -0500
From: beanboycard@goplay.com
Subject: The Weeks that Changed Cale's Life 6

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
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This story is dedicated to Ganymede, who writes the most complicated
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wrote the best long story I've ever read, and made me fall in love with
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The Weeks that Changed Cale's Life
Chapter Six
By Beanboy

The First Day in Philly

Cale roused me in the middle of the night by banging on my chest and
whispering very loud.  "Uncle Sean! I heard a noise. I think it's outside!"

I jumped up in bed. Cale was on top of me, and I barreled him off, lucky
that I didn't drop him on the floor.  I jumped down and grabbed my shorts
and put them on.  I didn't take the time to bother with my underwear.

"Cale, put on your shorts and stay in this room.  See the phone?  Be ready
to call 911, OK?"

Then, upon seeing his frozen face, I said, "Cale, it's not an emergency,
but if someone is in trouble, we both need to be prepared.  Get your shorts
on.

I'll be back."

I immediately turned and walked down the stairs, turning on the lights as I
went.  At the second floor, I had a switch that turned on the outside
lights.  And the window there looked out over the lot where my cars were
parked. I looked down.  The light over the cars was shining brightly and I
saw no problems.

But I remembered something from just before Cale woke me up.  It sounded
like a bird, high-pitched, but long and haunting.  A bit like Cale sounded
when he came out of his nightmare the other night.

I ran to the first floor, still in just my shorts.  I scanned near the
door.

  The door to the pool was still closed, and the door to the street was
locked as we had left it. I decided to go out and check.  "Cale?" I yelled
up the stairs, "I'm going outside for a moment!  Keep the phone with you.
I'll be back in two minutes."

I ran outside in just my shorts.  It was about 70 degrees.  I didn't have
to worry about being cold.  I turned the corner and went to the lot where
my cars were parked.  The shadows were deep and dark, but even at the
height of my anxiety, they seemed serene and protective.  I calmed a bit.
The blanket was gone, and the storage building was shut tight.  At least
the homeless guy was not around.

Not much room for a full-sized man in the shed.

I walked back to the front door, and realized that I'd let it shut and lock
behind me.  I rang the bell and waited.

After about three minutes, Cale came to the door and opened it, hiding
behind it.

"D.Uncle Sean, is that you?" He seemed scared.

"Yup, it's me, Cale."  I walked in the door and closed it quick, locking
all three locks.  Then I grabbed Cale, still naked, and lifted him up into
my arms.

"Cale, didn't I tell you to put on your pants?  This could have been an
emergency, Cale!  I think we're going to have to practice this, or I'm not
going to let you sleep naked with me anymore."

Cale got quiet, though he clung to me closely.  "Uncle, Sean, but I don't
want to sleep by myself.  I want to sleep with you."

"Cale, don't whine.  I'm not going to make you sleep by yourself.  But you
have to learn that you have to be ready to go.  That's why I leave my
shorts nearby.

Let's get up to bed, OK?"

I carried my frightened and tired boy upstairs.  It was a tough climb.  He
was not even a hundred pounds, but he was already dead weight in my arms.
Cale was tired.

"Cale, be good, I'll hold you tight tonight.  I'll rub your back, and kiss
your ears.

I love you boy."  He didn't hear me.  He was asleep before I mounted the
stairs to the third floor.  I held him tight, and listened to his breathing
against ear.  I let him down in bed, took off my shorts, and then curled
around my boy and wrapped him in my arms.  I thought he was the most
perfect thing.  I just held him. I felt complete.  We slept.

We awoke around 7:00.  Or rather, I awoke, but Cale was still nestled in my
arms and sound asleep.  I needed to pee, and also do my morning workout.  I
untangled myself from him, walked to the bathroom and peed, and then
checked on my boy again.  He was still asleep, but splayed out on his back,
his little nipples showing above the sheets.

I went down to the first floor and got in the pool.  I started swimming
laps.  I was up to ten, eyes closed and starting to get into the euphoria
of the exercise.

Then I heard Cale's voice.  "Uncle Sean, can I come in, too?"

I looked up from my boy and shook my hair of water.  There he was, in naked
splendor, with his short hair, and his limbs covered with goose flesh.  He
held himself upright, and I came to the side of the pool.

"Cale, come on down!  I'd love you to join me.  I have to do ten more laps
though.  Remember, I have to keep my girlish figure!  Come on in.  I'm
swimming for exercise now, though.  No games for a while."

Cale jumped in and soon caught up with my steady breast stroke.  I
concentrated on keeping my stroke, and halfway into the next lap Cale was
beside me huffing and puffing.  I worked harder, and he kept up.  Back and
forth we went, and he still kept up.  I had a little swimmer on my hands.

The last four laps I surged as hard as I could.  I still could not shake my
boy.

  I charged up to the side and heaved up and rested with my shoulders and
arms supporting me.  Cale was just behind.  He leaned in next to me,
puffing hard through his mouth.  I was too.

"Uncle, Sean," he said, after gaining a little breath, "do you do this
every day?"

"Yes, Cale, and you don't have to if you don't want to.  But, it was nice
to have you here."  I stood up and reached over, grabbed Cale in my arms
and kissed him on the lips."

"Come on Cale, it's 7:30, and we have to get a shower, go to the Italian
Market to buy groceries, and then come back to meet the social worker by
10:00."

We got out of the pool, dried off, and I chased him upstairs, slapping his
butt when I got in range.  We got to my shower and Cale stood by panting,
his inhibitions gone.  He just stood there and started poking me as I
turned on the water and adjusted the spray.

"In you go, Cale.  No fooling around today.  We've got to get hustling."

Mine was a big shower.  It could probably hold three or four people.  It
was commonplace for us to take them together by now.  We traded shampoo and
soap with each other, and I looked down to watch.  He was, as usual, a
study of concentration while washing his foreskin.

We got out and dried, and Cale didn't say anything, but when I turned to
the sink to begin shaving, he was standing on the seat of the toilet bent
over and spreading his cheeks.  I went through the ritual. I bent low, and
this time ran my finger from scrotum to hole, pausing and pressing a
little.  It was a sweet pink thing, and glowed, squeaky clean.  I just
might have some fun eating off this.  I took my finger the rest of the way,
then kissed his cheeks.

"Yup, Cale, clean enough to eat off of!"

He turned around, hard again, and with a puzzled look.  "You have to check
this side now!"

"Oh, right!"  When did I forget that it was checking under his foreskin
that started this ritual?  I reached to his penis, which was only a little
below eye level, and took hold of it with my right hand and just below the
head.  I then took the forefinger of my left hand and circled his glans.

"Looks and feels pretty clean, Cale!  With it all hard like this, I don't
have to pull that foreskin back to check, do I?"  I leaned over and gave it
a little kiss right on the tip.

I stepped back and picked up my razor.

"Uncle Sean, why do I get an erection when you touch me on the butt.  You
know, on the hole?"  Cale got embarrassed quickly.  "I was looking, and it
just shot up really fast right when you touched it!"

"Well, Cale," I said while shaving.  "You have spots on your body called
erogenous zones.  Let's just say that it is like there is a direct link
from these spots to your penis.  Call them 'fun zones.'  Looks like your
butt is one, or maybe just your butt hole.  And your lips are another,
remember how we discovered that kisses would make you hard?"  I saw his nod
out of the corner of my eye. I continued shaving.

"Why don't we call them 'boner zones'?"  Cale giggled a lot at that.  "Do I
have other ones?"

"Yeah, you probably do, Cale.  It's going to be fun to discover them, isn't
it?"

He nodded.  "Do you have boner zones?  Where are they?"

"Of course I have them, Cale, we all do.  I got an erection from kissing
you, so that's one.  But I'm going to let you discover the rest."  I was
almost finished shaving, and had most of an erection myself.  "Come on,
Cale, let's brush our teeth."

We finished in the bathroom, dressed in walking shorts and went downstairs.

  I peeked in the refrigerator, and we needed everything.  I don't usually
even have milk around, but I'd need that for a growing boy.  And cereal,
lemonade, tons of food.

No use making a list, I needed a ton.  We ate a quick bowl of cereal.

We left, and because I needed so much, we drove.  I decided, that since it
was a lovely sunny day, we would take the convertible.  Sure, it was only a
mile, but boys love convertibles.  As I backed it out, then locked the
chain link fence again, I noticed nothing awry.  The shed was still shut.

We got to the Italian Market at about 8:15.  The place was packed.  It
stretches along about six blocks of 9th street on both sides, with stalls
set outside of storefronts.  Some stores are inside, though.  And it is a
carnival atmosphere all year round.  The stalls sell vegetables and fruit,
fish, meat, and all sorts of other junk, from household items to used
clothing.  We parked at the south end of the market.

I stopped Cale when we got out of the car.  "Cale, this place is crowded,
and you are going to probably stare at all sorts of stuff that is new to
you.

You're going to love it, but be careful about staring and pointing, OK?
Also, this is the big city, and some of the people are very poor.  They
might seem scary or even dirty, like the guy who sells bags and the ones
who help people to their cars with groceries.  But they are all nice and
won't like it if you point."

Cale looked up at me and nodded.

I grabbed Cale's hand and we walked up the street past the used clothing
vendors.  There was nothing there all that interesting, though sometimes
they had great bargains on new stuff.

We walked up, and then across Washington.  Domici's was where I shopped for
produce. We picked up bananas from the guy who shouted about how his
girlfriend had left him.  I guess he thought that was cute.  It sure made
Cale smirk.  Then we picked up lunch meat, milk, orange juice and some
beautiful green beans, two heads of romaine, and some tomatoes.  Then we
walked through the part of the market with the big crowds.  The stalls here
were in the street pulled up to the curb.  And the storefronts also set
their wares out.

  The aisle in between was crowded with shoppers, many pushing carts and
carrying heavy bags.  The second store sells fish.  Cale couldn't help
himself and pointed and pulled on me.

He was pointing at the bushel baskets of crabs, still alive and snapping at
each other.  Well, at least he wasn't pointing at the owner.  One was
labeled "boys"

and the other basket said "girls."

"Uncle Sean, why are the girls more expensive?"  He got really close and
looked down into the basket fascinated and mesmerized.

I reached in with my free hand and pinched his butt.  "One of the crabs got
you, Cale!"  He jumped and laughed.

After the giggles died down, he asked, "But really, Uncle Sean, why are the
girls more expensive?  And how do they tell them apart?"

"I don't know, Cale.  Ask that man over there about why girls are more
expensive.  Maybe you have to buy them jewelry."  Then I leaned down and
whispered in Cale's ear.  "I think you tell them apart by kissing them.  If
something pops up, it's a boy!"  Cale shook his head, then poked me twice.

We walked on through the stalls, and bought some other fruit and some
garlic and potatoes.

As we passed Carpenter Street, Cale looked and then tugged at my arm.  I
looked down and there were two boys near Cale's age, in filthy clothing,
and digging in the garbage.  I hustled Cale along, but got a good enough
look to be able to tell that they were tan and had dark hair in bad
haircuts that left their ears covered.  A police car on the next street
over set off its siren, and the boys ducked out of sight between some cars.

After we were across the street and out of sight, I stopped and leaned
down.

"Cale, those boys are probably very poor.  We live in a bad world
sometimes, and our neighborhood has poor people and all sorts of others.
Sometimes they are so hungry they will look in the trash for food.  Tell
you what, when we can we'll see what we can do to help hungry kids.  We'll
do a little something now.

Here, watch our bags, but make sure to watch me, too, OK?"

I turned back down the street with the bag of bananas and stood next to the
car I thought they had ducked behind.  I was only 30 feet away from Cale,
and he strained to hear when I spoke.  "I don't need these bananas.  I'm
going to leave them right here by the porch.  Hope someone wants them."

Then I walked away.  I gathered up Cale and our packages and hustled him
back onto Ninth Street and we left the boys to privately pick up the
bananas.

"Cale, that was a good lesson in caring, wasn't it?"  I squeezed his hand
tight.

Cale beamed at me.

"But can we get more bananas?"  He smiled and laughed.

We walked some more, replaced the bananas.  Got some great blueberries at
another vendor, and some fresh basil.  And we finally got to Sarcone's and
bought two loaves of bread.  On our way back down the street to our car, we
had just one more stop, and it was the cheese store.

"Cale, we're going in this store here.  Abruzzi's.  They are the best
cheese store in town.  It's just a little store, but there's tons of people
in there, and you can wander around if you want when we come again some
day, but stick close to me today, OK?  Oh, and there are some samples out.
Ask me what they are before you try any.  Some are a little odd in flavor."

We walked in and it was very crowded.  We tried a few samples as we made
our way to the back of the store.  Cale liked cheese.  There were cheeses
hanging from the ceiling, and a big counter along the left hand side of the
store.

It was chaos, a very little store, but at least 15 people behind the
counter.  They probably had a thousand kinds of cheese in the store, and
lots of specialty meats and other stuff.  The right hand wall was shelved
to the ceiling with olive oils and crackers and pickles, etc.  A dreamy
place for a gourmet, which I am not, but Cale seemed pretty entranced.  And
the place was crowded with people and noisy.  I usually come here first to
beat the crowd.

"Uncle Sean, what are these?"  He pointed to several dishes with stuffed
grape leaves or garlic marinated olives, or stuffed artichoke hearts - just
tons of little morsels.  Little pre-made antipasti.

I pointed things out, and soon we were loading up little half pint
containers from which we would make an antipasto salad later.  Grape
leaves, garlic olives, artichokes and roasted peppers and eggplant.  "Cale,
do you have any choices?  You may not like all types of the olives, but
they are my favorite!"

He looked up at me.  "Do those olives have seeds?"

I nodded, "They're called 'pits' Cale.  But those over there don't."  I
pointed to an olive salad made of pitted black and green olives and onions
in heavy virgin oil.

"Do you want some?" He nodded.  We got a double size of that.

"OK, Cale, pick up all those and we'll go in the back. Mike's the guy who
waits on us."

We wound our way back, and in spite of the crowd, Mike was getting our
order right away.  I got some salami and some little mozzarella balls and
some sharp provolone.  I also got some crackers and two kinds of spreadable
cheese.

Between us, we kept Mike busy.

"So, will that be all, Sean?"

"That depends, Mike, do you have anything special for my little friend Cale
here?  He's staying with me from now on.  Oh, I should introduce you, Mike,
this is Cale.  He's my nephew."

Mike came from around the back.  He was about 6'4" and nearly 300 pounds,
but gentle as a lamb.  His boys, the youngest now 14 or so, worked in the
store during the busy Christmas season every year.  He stuck out his huge
hand and engulfed Cale's.

"Pleased to meet you, Cale.  Do you like pepperoni?"

Cale was a little dumbstruck, but he nodded.

"Well, we have great ones, made right here in the store.  Six Sean?  Think
that will do?"

"Oh, yeah, we'll take six.  We can use them for snacks and maybe on a
pizza.

Pile it on, Mike!"

We were finally ready, having bought a huge amount of food.  "Cale, you're
going to have to carry that bag, my arms are full.  And we've got to hurry
a bit or we are going to be late for our meeting with Dorothy."

We got back to the car after a five-block walk, and put everything in the
trunk.

Then we drove back to the house, only to find Dorothy had beaten us there.

I parked, and we walked to the door and greeted her.

"Hello Ms. Stevens, sorry we're late and I hope you didn't have to wait
long.  I'm Sean Martin and this is my nephew Cale."

Ms. Stevens looked us over.  She was a tiny white woman I immediately
thought must live in Society Hill.  She had the look of money, with a
formal suit and sleek pumps.  She was maybe 55, but very well kept.

"Oh, no! Sean, I just pulled up a minute ago.  Please call me Dorie."

"Well, we can go in, but Cale and I just got back from the Italian Market,
and need to put away our groceries.  Hope you don't mind watching!  Come
on, Cale, let's load this stuff in the house."

We gathered our bags, all in plastic with handles so they were easy to
carry, and I struggled, opened the door and proceeded.  "We'll give you the
grand tour in a while.  The main floor is up here."

We went upstairs and crossed the big room to the kitchen, dodging the three
support beams.

"I must say, Sean, this is much nicer looking inside than it is outside.

What a great room.  Cale, this is a pretty good house, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ma'am! I like it, especially the pool!"  Cale was taking to Dorie
really well.

She responded, "Cale, you can call me Dorie, too.  Mr. Marcel says very
good things about you two.  I understand you got in just yesterday?  How
was the trip, Cale?"

"Well, Ma'am, I mean Dorie, it was the first time I was ever in a plane and
it went really fast and so high that the mountains looked like little bumps
on the ground.  I got scared when we flew up and almost squeezed Uncle
Sean's hand off.  But the scariest part was going to the bathroom!  I made
Uncle Sean come in with me, but it was sort of embarrassing."

I came around the counter, having put the food away, and said, "Well,
Dorie, it looks like you and the motor-mouth are getting along.  Can I get
you something to drink?"

"No, really, even though this is a Saturday my time is a little tight.

First, we've got an emergency in town.  Secondly, this interview is really
a formality.

You two come with great recommendations."

I nodded.  "Well, let's do the tour then and talk.  You've seen the great
room.

Notice the small groupings of chairs and the entertainment corner.  I have
a few parties for the faculty here every year, and host a lot of folks from
the neighborhood on New Year's Day, but that is about all the use the room
gets.

Though with Cale here, we might end up figuring out some modifications."

"It is huge!  How do you afford the heat and air conditioning?"

"Well, Dorie, I have some very good investments.  The income makes it so I
don't really have to work.  So I can afford quite a bit.  And the house is
paid off, so bills are pretty low."

"I've lived in Philadelphia all my life, Sean, and I've never seen as nice
a place in this neighborhood. My neighborhood, maybe. I live about a mile
north of here, Cale."

"We walked to South Street yesterday?  Is it near there?"

"Yes, Cale, I live in Society Hill just north of there.  Did you see the
big towers?"

Cale shook his head.

"Well, maybe we can see them from upstairs."

We continued.  "You know, Dorie, even Cale hasn't gotten the whole tour
yet.

What don't we start at the top?"  We continued up the next flight, and I
opened the door into the sun.  "This is the Roof Deck.  You can see the
fireworks from up here, and the towers are over there Cale."  I pointed
north.

Cale's jaw dropped.  I had a few potted pines up here, some sturdy
all-weather furniture, and even a little shed to keep sundry items for the
grill.  The walls on the side were made of brick and about four feet high.
The whole thing was as big as the living room.

"I get up here a few days a month in the summer, mostly to sunbathe in the
nude and BBQ.  Hope the nude thing doesn't shock you, Dorie.  I'm a bit
open about it in my own house, and Cale fits right in.  He jumped naked
into the pool yesterday first thing, didn't you Cale?"

Of course, Cale got embarrassed about that, and I pulled him over and
rubbed his head.  "Aw, Cale, I'm sorry, but Dorie has to know about some
things.

Cale is also a very good swimmer, Dorie."

"Yeah, and I can swim underwater almost as good as Uncle Cale!"  That red
face vanished pretty quickly.

"Well, Sean, as I'm sure you are aware, nudists can be good parents.
Though they don't have as nice a place as this to sunbathe in.  I may ask
to come down sometime!"

We walked back downstairs and inspected the bedrooms.  Cale's bed was as
made as when he had gotten here, and my room was a mess, with both our
dirty clothes in the open hamper in the corner.  I kept quiet.  "Sean, it
looks like you have room for a whole family if you want."

Then she leaned down.  "Cale, are you still having problems about your Dad
dying?  I know that is a sudden question, but I noticed you slept in here
last night."

"Well, I'm still sad, but mostly I was scared to sleep in a new place, even
if my new bedroom is really cool.  Besides, Uncle Sean snores and it makes
me sleep."

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.

"Well, Sean, you might want to keep an eye on things if he stays scared.

It's pretty normal for him to want to be close to you, though."

I felt guilty as hell.  She didn't know how close he wanted to be.  And I
knew that was part of the reason, but Cale came to me for sexual play as
well, and I wondered whether we had just slipped into this too easily.

We walked downstairs to show off the pool.  "So, Dorie, you said you were
working on an emergency.  I hope it isn't going to keep you away from
enjoying this gorgeous weekend."

"Well, Sean, we have some boys who are lost in the city somewhere.  Their
Dad died, and they had been living in a car.  Obviously they were very
poor, and they might have come to Philadelphia to look for work."

"Oh, the owner of the place we went to eat last night told us that story.
I haven't had a chance to even turn on a TV or read the paper since we got
here."

"Well, we found the father near his car, and the boys evidently left.

They've probably been sleeping out and will have been cold and hungry and
dirty for the last few days."

Cale piped up.  "They're not hungry anymore.  We gave them bananas, or my
Uncle Sean did.  In the Italian Market!"

Dorie's eyebrows shot up and she turned to me.  "Tell me more, Cale, Sean."

"Well, Dorie, we did run across a couple of boys in the Italian Market this
morning.  About an hour ago and at the corner of Ninth and Carpenter.  On
the east side and about three doors down Carpenter."

"Cale was the first one of us to notice."  I rubbed his head.  "Right Cale?
They were in the garbage, and Cale never saw that in the suburbs before.
They were very dirty, if these are the same boys, but they looked
reasonably healthy otherwise."

"What were they wearing?"

Cale spoke up this time.  "The had old-fashioned sneakers on.  You know,
the black kind. And brown shorts and white T-Shirts, I think.  The older
one was almost as tall as me, so that would be about 4'6" or a little less.
And the littler boy wasn't much younger.  I think they were about nine and
ten years old."

"Thank you Cale!"  It was Dories turn to rub his head.  "Anything to add,
Sean?"

"Well, they hid when they heard a siren, and I walked down and left my bag
of bananas near them, and then told them about it out loud.  Do you know
anything about them?"

"Hold on while I make a phone call and I'll let you know."  She went out in
the hall and called someone on her cell phone.

"Uncle Sean, are we heroes?  Are the boys going to be OK?  We have a big
place, they can stay here, and we could feed them and get them new clothes
and. .

."

"Hold on Cale."  I crouched down to get to his level and looked into his
eyes.  "I have no idea if Dorie would ever let us take care of them.  After
all, we just got together ourselves.  And we'd have to have a serious talk
about it first.

OK, so don't get two excited.  But, Cale, I do love you for having such a
big heart."  I kissed him on the lips just as Dorie came in.

I got up and faced Dorie and she said, "well, I don't have to worry about
you two bonding!"

Well, Cale just said something really sweet and I couldn't resist. I rubbed
Cale's head again and he blushed.

"Well, let me tell you about the boys.  We think they are about ten and
nine years old, just like you said, Cale.  Their mother died two years ago
back in Western Pennsylvania, and the father was a mess.  No other family
we can find except for a grandmother of the boys.  He never got over it,
lost his job and evidently sold the house.  He probably came to
Philadelphia looking for work."

We have sightings of the boys, but none as good as yours.  To top it off,
we don't have much space in foster homes right now.  But we'll find
something.  The important thing is to find them."

She was in bulldozer mode.  "Now, your paperwork will be complete Monday,
and we'll want a little adoption ceremony in a couple days.  This also will
certify you for foster parenting.  Really the same procedure in this case.
Yes, we usually take stiffer precautions, but Mr. Marcel cleared most of
the hurdles already."

"Well, Dorie, that sounds good."

"And Sean, here is my card.  If you see those boys, my cell phone number is
on there.  Call right away!"

Cale piped up, "We will Dorie!  We'll find them!"

She ruffled Cale's hair, what little there was.  Then she left and sped off
in her car towards Italian Market.

Cale and I went inside. It was time for lunch, so we made sandwiches. Milk
for Cale and coffee for me.

"Uncle Sean, why would it be tough to take those boys and have them live
with us?"

"Well, Cale, first of all, you and I have a very unusual relationship. We
love each other just like any other father and son, but we also play with
each other in ways others don't. And having two others would mean we'd have
to stop or sneak around."

"Also, we really need to get more used to each other without others around.

I'm not sure having others around is a good idea.  But, let me tell you,
their story makes me sad and makes me want to take them in.  They looked so
dirty and cute!  Maybe I'll ask to trade you in for them, huh?"

Cale took no time to punch me in the arm.  I picked him up, since he had
finished lunch, and turned him over my shoulder and spanked him a couple
times.

"Tell you what, though, Cale, lets go walking around the neighborhood and
see if we can find them.  That way you'll learn the neighborhood more and
we'll feel like we're helping."

We walked all around.  From the Mummers Museum, then down the Avenue and
then over along under the I-95 expressway.  I showed Cale the theaters, and
we even did a couple races at the video arcade.  We saw no sign of the boys
anywhere, but waved to lots of housewives and the like who were out
enjoying themselves, and on the way back we watched kids playing in a
public pool.

We got back to the house about 3:30.

"Uncle Sean, can we go swimming until dinner?"

"Sure, Cale.  Let's lock the door and get in there."

Cale was halfway undressed by the time I had the door to the pool unlocked.

(I kept it locked just in case someone broke in and decided to drown
themselves.

Liability laws are tough.  Now I was pleased I had it locked because of
having a boy in the house.)  Cale jumped in and started splashing, and I
undressed a bit slower.  We had an underwater swimming contest to start, to
see who could swim the longest under water.  I won every time.  The third
time, I got back to the end where Cale was and he was facing the side of
the pool and hitched up a little so that his feet weren't touching.

I caught my breath.  "What are you doing Cale?"

Cale turned his head around and smiled.  "Well, I, uh, discovered something
while you were underwater.  It feels good!"  Cale wasn't very embarrassed,
but wasn't quite sure he should be doing what he was, which was pressing
his penis in front of the outflow, where warm water was circulated into the
pool.  I came over behind him.

"That's not much of a game Cale, only one can play."  By now I was pressed
up behind him and I petted his sides.  I reached down and kissed his ear.
Then licked it thoroughly.

Then I grabbed him around the middle and pulled him to the pool, tickling
all the way.  I whispered in his ear.  "Cale, I have much too much fun
playing with that thing to let you do it all by yourself.  Besides, we're
supposed to be playing games together here."  I dropped him into the water
and then said.  "So, Cale, what game do you want to play now?"

He was a bit flustered, and his penis started to deflate.  "I don't care."

"Come here, Cale."  I gathered him in my arms and held him close.  I rubbed
his butt with one hand.  "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pulled you away from
having fun.  That was more than teasing, and that isn't nice.  I promise to
make it up to you later."

"That's OK.  It's just fun figuring out what feels good down there.  And
you're right, I do like playing games best.  Um, do you want to play
submarine?"

"How do you play that, Cale?"

"Well, when I was learning to swim when I was little, we first learned to
float and when the instructor helped Alan his dick was sticking up through
his suit and it looked like a periscope.  I teased him about it later, and
we've pretended to be submarines lots."

"Well, you won't be able to help me float, Cale, but that's OK!"

Cale launched himself backwards, and set his shoulders back.  His nose was
barely above the water.  He was a skinny kid mostly, though not emaciated,
so he didn't float well.  I put a hand under the small of his back until
the periscope floated to the surface.  But it was a small periscope, and
the head was protected.

"You're not going to see anything with that periscope, Cale, there's skin
covering the little eyehole."

He sputtered a bit, and demanded.  "Periscope up, Captain!"

"Think you are sputtering Cale, and you need a little mouth to mouth
resuscitation."  With my hand under his butt, I leaned over and kissed him
on the lips, snaking my tongue into his mouth.  His tongue awakened, and we
traded our spit, sliding our tongues in and out.  I broke the kiss to look
down and see if it had done its job.

It had worked most of the way. Cale's penis was hard, but his foreskin was
still covering the head.  The water was fairly cool, and that was probably
why.

"Mr. Cale, sir!  The eye of the periscope is still not uncovered.  How do
you wish me to proceed."

"Captain, proceed with the same strategy!"  I leaned and kissed him again,
but he beat me too it and stuck his tongue deep in my mouth, I sucked on it
as I might his little penis, and then started poking it with my own tongue.
We jousted with our tongues for several seconds and then parted.  Cale was
panting, and my arm was tired.  I shifted to the other arm to hold him up.

Cale's penis was now fully hard and pointing towards his bellybutton.
Still the head was hidden.  The water temperature must have made it cling
more.

"Mr. Cale, the ship is still sailing blind.  What do you recommend, sir!"

Cale giggled.  "Captain, apply the same treatment to the periscope!"

Still supporting Cale's butt, I leaned in and tongued the tip of Cale's
erection.  It wiggled, standing above his skin for a full three and a half
inches.  I could only work with my lips, so I grabbed the tip of his penis
between them and sucked, then slid my lips down past his head, moving the
foreskin along as well.  I continued and slipped my lips up and down a few
more times until the head stood out. I backed away and it shone brightly
and very red.  Then I heard sputtering.  Cale was going under.

I let go of his penis and quickly pulled Cale from the water.  He sputtered
and coughed a bit as I held him up against me, head over my shoulder and
hard penis pressed into my belly.

"Sorry Cale, didn't mean to scare you there."  I was ready to kiss his ear
to soothe him when he joined in.

"Shoot no!  I wasn't scared, that felt great!  It was so good I started
breathing hard and got some up my nose!  Your turn now!"

"But Cale, you'll never be able to support me!"

"Yeah, but the air mattress can do it!!"  He pushed off from me and to the
side where I had a few pool toys for when friends came over.  I had a
deluxe air mattress that kept me afloat and mostly dry.  I used it when I
read fiction in the pool, which wasn't as often as I liked.

Cale threw in the air mattress and then jumped in and swam over.  "Go
ahead, get on!"

I struggled onto the air mattress, and when I was set he said, "Close your
eyes!"

"Aye aye, Captain Cale!"

He giggled. "OK, up periscope Mr. Sean!"

It was half there, but wasn't going anywhere but down with the cool air
hitting it.  "We seem to have a problem Captain!  The periscope isn't
coping well with the lower temperatures!"

Cale came to my head and said, "Turn your head Mr. Sean!"

I turned my head and Cale clamped his lips to mine.  He did not slip in his
tongue, but outlined my lips with it, then slowly opened my mouth.  I
accepted him, my head laying back and my mouth at his mercy.  He stuck his
tongue in and counted my teeth with it, then rubbed the tip of his tongue
on mine.  I groaned and matched his tongue's movement.  Cale clearly loved
to kiss.

He broke free.

"Mr. Sean, it looks as if the periscope is functioning now."  I felt his
hand grab my penis.  "But it seems to want to lie down on the job."

"Do whatever is necessary, Captain Cale!"

Cale moved my penis with his fingers until it was sticking straight up.  It
was nearly at full mast.  He placed one hand on the shaft of my penis, and
I suddenly felt the raft lean a little as he reached in and kissed the
head.

It was definitely at full mast.

"Mr. Sean, the periscope seems to be broken and is leaking.  Do you have
any orders?"

I could scarcely breathe as the feeling of weightlessness complimented the
intense feeling from the hold Cale had on my penis, now slowly stroking it.

But I answered, "Your decision, Captain, Cale!  We need that part working
well!  I count on you, Captain!"

Cale leaned in again, and slipped his lips over my glans, circling it and
scooping up the pre-cum.  He leaned in further, and slipped more of my
penis in my mouth.  It was sublime while it lasted, and my head spun.  But
I was in the water a moment later as the air mattress tipped over and I
swallowed a little water.

Cale was laughing when I surfaced sputtering and wiping the hair from my
face.

"You should have seen your face!  You were moaning and all sorts of stuff!"

He giggled more.

"Cale, you'll have to be careful doing that, or you'll give me an orgasm.

You know, where that slippery stuff you just licked up comes from, well if
you give me an orgasm, a whole lot more come shooting out.  You'd probably
choke!"

Cale grinned but looked uneasy.  "Um, you've given me an orgasm, and I want
to give you one sometime too.  Can I?"

I gathered him in my arms again, and walked to the side of the pool.
"Well, OK, Cale.  But not with your mouth, OK?  It will surprise the heck
out of you.

Now, let's get out of here.  Would you be happy with hors d'oeuvres for
dinner?  Maybe some of those little munchies and a salad?"

I put him up on the edge of the pool.  His penis was limp, and mine was
going there.

"Cale, I think we need a shower.  Want to do it down here?"

"OK!"

I launched myself out of the pool and pulled Cale up and we circled around
to the shower.  I adjusted the temperature and the spray, only turning on
one of the shower heads, and after Cale wet his hair down I washed it,
scrubbing good with my fingered and massaging.  His boner popped up again.

"Cale, I think we found another boner zone.  Look down."

Cale looked, and then looked up at me with a surprised look.  "I've still
got to find one on you!"

The rest of the shower went routinely, and then we did the inspection
routine after we dried off.

First we did the front.  I decided to draw it out.  Checked behind the ears
and kissed the right one.  I checked Cale's neck, and then circled my
fingers around his nipples, but I didn't linger as I didn't want to
discover that boner zone just yet.  Then I dropped and crouched and stuck
my finger in Cale's bellybutton.

  It was clean.

I moved lower and raised Cale's balls and looked up under them.  Clean
there as well.  Then I moved to check his foreskin.  He was mostly hard
again, of course, so it had almost no distance to slide, and the head of
his penis shown bright. I gave it just a small lick.

After checking his legs, I then turned Cale around by the shoulders.

"Looking good so far, Cale."

I checked his shoulders and back, and I slid my fingers down the ridge of
Cale's spine.  It was obvious that this was the favorite part of the game
for Cale.

  He bent over without asking and reached both hands back to spread his
cheeks.

Frankly, this ritual was becoming a boner zone for me.

I reached through with my left hand and held Cale's balls, and then took my
knuckles and led them down the crack of Cale's butt, pressing firmly.  The
knuckle of my forefinger slipped into his hole just a little, and Cale
twitched, and then next knuckle hit and he twitched again.  I finished up
with another pet or two of his balls.

"All clean, Cale!"

Together we said, "Clean enough to eat off of!"

"Uncle Sean, do I get to inspect you?"

"Well, OK!"

I stood up and Cale told me to lift my arms.  He tickled me in the
underarms.

Then he played with my chest hairs, and swirled his finger in my
bellybutton.  If I wasn't hard before, then I was now, and leaking yet
again.  I hadn't had an orgasm in over a week, but had gotten erections
constantly with this boy.

The leaking was constant.

Cale moved to cup my balls below my saluting penis, and then he drew his
hand up the shaft.

"It's not clean up here, there's stuff all over!"

"Well, Cale, do I have to go back in the shower?"

"Nope, I'll get it."  He leaned in and clamped his mouth over me.  He
quickly sucked the juice off the head of my penis.  I shuddered, but did
not have time for more of a reaction.  "Turn around!"

Well, I didn't expect this.  He wanted to expect everything.  And he did.

"Bend over and spread 'em!"  Cale giggled hard!  I bent and spread my
cheeks apart and he ran his finger down my crack.

"You've got hair all over, and it's so curly!"  I jumped just like Cale
when he ran his fingers over my hole.  And then he finished.

"Uncle Sean, I think we found a boner zone on you, too!"  He giggled and
ran upstairs.  I turned off the lights and followed, gathering the towels
for the hamper upstairs.

It was 4:30, so time for dinner in a while.  Cale just put on just his
T-Shirt, and I followed suit.  It looked like we were going to be a bit of
a nudist household.

"Cale, you want to watch a movie tonight?  We'll have dinner down here, and
then we can either watch it down here or up in bed before we go to sleep."

"Yeah, let's watch a movie!"

"Well, go over by the big TV and see if there's something you like, and
we'll see even two if you want.  They are stacked on that bookshelf.  I'm
going to put dinner together, but I'm not really hungry yet, so we'll wait
until then.

Oh, you want some lemonade?"

"Yeah!"  He scrambled over to the TV area and got on all fours.  It was a
nice view.  He was on all fours with his little butt in the air.  I just
shook my head and went into the kitchen to prepare some food.  I made a
salad with tomatoes, cukes and romaine and covered it up.  Then I set out
the munchies.  Olives, artichokes, grape leaves and cheese spread and
crackers.  I poured two big lemonades and we were set.  I wrapped the food
and put it back in the fridge for later.

Cale came up with his choices.  He chose the first two in the Star Wars
series.

"Cale, those are my favorites.  Someday we should watch every one in a row!
But I'll bet we only have time for two with having to get up and pee and
all.  I'm going to go out and check the cars and everything.  It'll take me
a few minutes.

Get those upstairs and get some extra pillows for the bed so we'll be
comfortable.  I'll be up in a minute."

"All right, Uncle Cale.  I like them too!  So did my Dad!"

I slipped on my shorts and sandals and walked downstairs.

"Hey, and get down here and take your shorts up to the bedroom!"

I unlocked the front door, and walked all the way around the block.  If it
was a homeless person that was fooling around with my parking area, then he
was likely near. I said hello to a couple folks, but things looked pretty
normal.  As I turned on Front Street, now in the shade, I noticed nothing
out of the normal.

No shopping cart full of crap, like the homeless often have, even over
under I- 95.  I turned back on the final stretch, said hello to a couple
neighbor kids, and stopped them for a moment.

"Say, boys, have you seen anything weird lately?  You know me, I'm Sean
Martin and I live on the corner.  Have you guys seen anything strange
around here?  You know, like a homeless guy?  I think someone has been
getting into my parking area there."

One of the boys spoke up.  He was holding his scooter and was maybe 12 or
so, with sandy hair.  But he had a scar on his lip that spoiled his good
looks.

All these South Philly boys seemed to fight from a young age.  I was going
to have to watch out for Cale, who I'd found was much more of a lover than
a fighter.

"Nah, we didn't see anything around here, the homeless guys usually stay on
the other side of the Avenue, or up near South Street.  But we just beat up
a couple kids from way south of here.  Looked like immigrants."

"Guys, don't brag about that!  If the police come around I'll be forced to
finger you to the cops.  But, thanks."  I punched his arm and continued on
to inspect the parking area.

It was silent again, and there seemed to be no change from before.  The
shed door was still closed, and that blanket was gone.  I peered in, but
the building was in shadow again, and it seemed calm and safe.  I shrugged
my shoulders and turned down the block and headed into the house.

I climbed the stairs and entered the living room.  All was quiet and there
was no sign of my boy, not even his shorts.  I got the lemonades and headed
upstairs.

When I got to the door I began to open it, only to be startled by a frantic
yell.

"Don't come in yet! Stay out!"  His voice sounded like he was crying.

"Cale, you've got nothing I haven't seen and I'm coming in.  If you're
upset, then we'll deal with it and I'll love you some more.  Get ready,
because I'm coming in."  I hung back a few seconds, and then pushed the
door open with my foot and walked in.

Cale was laying down on the bed with the covers over him.  Something had
made him sulk.  I set the drinks on the nightstand next to the open
container of olive salad.

I climbed onto the bed and reached over and kissed my boy on the head.  "I
think you should talk about this now, Cale.  I'm not sure what's wrong, but
I still love you very much, and nothing in the world can stop that."

I reached over and dragged him and the sheets to me, His body and face
still faced away from me, and I hugged him.

"Cale, what could possibly be wrong?  Did I do something wrong?"

He squeaked.  "No, you've been fine.  I'm just not good.  I'm bad.  I tried
to surprise you and couldn't do it!"

I pulled off the sheet and pulled him into his arms.  "Well, Cale, any
surprise is fine with me.  And if you can't pull it off, I'd be more than
glad to help you."  He still sobbed into my shoulder quietly.

"Come on Cale!"  I rocked him a little.  "Nothing you could do would make
me mad!  Nothing at all, unless you dove in the pool or something
dangerous."

I rubbed his chest and kissed his neck for a while.  "Come on, Cale, tell
me what the surprise was.  It is obvious it meant a lot to you, and I'd
like to help you make it come true."

I rubbed his chest a bit more. F inally Cale spoke.

"Um, Uncle Cale, I was trying to surprise you, but I couldn't get it right,
and I'm embarrassed to say what the surprise was."  He still didn't look at
me, but I grabbed his face and leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

"Cale, nothing you could do will make me mad.  Tell me what it is and I'll
help.

Come on!"  I kissed him again, and wiped off his tears.

"Well, you know how you always say how clean I am?"

He hid his head.  "You mean about the clean enough to eat off of, Cale?
Were you going to get me to do that?"  I leaned in and kissed his ear, and
he nodded.

"So, you couldn't figure out how to get the olive salad down there and
stay, could you?"

"How did you know?"

"Well, Cale, there is a pint of olive salad up here on the nightstand, and
there's a little stain on the sheet by your butt.  Don't give me that look,
it'll wash out.

Now, if I promise I'll eat off your butt will you talk to me a minute?"

He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised.  "Yeah."

"Cale, we're doing a lot of stuff that boys don't do with adults.  We are
both enjoying it, but you may not know what happens when people love each
other.

We're having sex Cale, just as much as a man and a woman.  That means we
are tied to each other as closely as God can do.  I want to know if that
feels good to you."

"Uncle Sean, I want you to be with me forever.  You don't have to touch me
anymore, or kiss me on the lips, or anything.  But I really like it.  I
want it.  You know!"  He was bold at first, then blushed.

"Cale, I love you too.  I never thought I'd love a boy, but I want the best
for you, and also I want to eat you up.  Do you hear me?  I want to eat you
up.  Now, I'm going to show you how we'll do it.  And after I have my
little appetizer, we'll watch Luke Skywalker, OK?"

"But Cale, there are lots of problems for a man and a boy being in love.

Tell you what. I'm going to give you a homework assignment tomorrow.  You
are going to have to read a book, and it will take you a couple of hours.
I want you to do it so you feel the dangers and the good stuff of being in
love, OK?  You promise?"

Cale nodded, his smile growing big.

"First Cale, we have to make a table." I reached down and felt his butt. It
was slippery with olive oil.

"Cale, I think you did it wrong.  You will never be able to do this while
on your stomach.  How good are you at gymnastics at school?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Well, if we're going to do this, then you're going to have to be pretty
flexible!"

"Well, I tried to stand on my hands and I could almost do it, and I do a
really great forward roll!"

"OK, I think we can do this.  Move on your back with your head to the end
of the bed, and I'm going to lift your legs and put a couple pillows under
your butt."  He shifted around, and then I continued.  "Now, you're going
to have to bring your knees over your shoulders until your butt here is
like a plate for me to put the olives on.  Go ahead and try it."

Cale lifted his legs and stuck them back as far as they could go.  He had a
smile on his face now.  When he was done he presented to me a little
platform of a butt with a little hole in the middle.  It looked like a
dandy plate for me to put the salad on.

"OK, Cale, relax and get those legs down.  You are going to have a great
time here.  Hold on a second so I can put the salad nearby.  It might be
cold, you know, are you going to be ready?"

"Yeah, Uncle Sean, it wasn't bad before when I tried."

"Well, you're going to have to hold your legs up a long time.  Are you
going to be able to do that?"  I poked his tummy.

"Yup!"

"Well, Cale, get those legs up, then!"

I reached over and took the container of olive salad, and Cale brought his
legs up over his head.  His butt was spread wide and flat as a table.  The
dip in the middle ran smooth with the little bud in the middle as pink and
puckered as a rose.  I reached in and grabbed a small handful of olive
salad, and brought it over and sprinkled it on Cale's butt.  I didn't put
on much, but I made sure that lots of olive oil dripped on him.  He smiled
up at me.

I put the container back on the nightstand.  "Cale, are you ready?"  I
looked into his eyes.  His knees were on either side of his head, and he
was straining, but his grin was ear to ear.  He nodded.

"OK, here goes."

I got between his legs and started at his back, where his butt crack
started.  Oil was leaking down there, so I licked it up.  It really was one
of my favorite foods, but the fact that I was pleasing my boy was more
important.  I ran my tongue up to collect excess olive oil, all the way up
until I came close to his hole.  I'd left a whole olive there, and decided
to take that in then.

I looked up, and Cale's eyes were as round as baseballs.  It was like he
couldn't believe I was doing this.  I couldn't either.

I gobbled up the olives playfully, letting my tongue play over Cale's butt
and even his hole.  They were delicious.  But it left me with a mess to
clean up.

Cale had olive oil mixed with spices all over his butt.  It was all over
his scrotum as well.  Well, I had to do my best, because I had to protect
my sheets!  I concentrated on Cale's butt.  It was like a plate to clean
off.  I was determined to lick it clean.

I licked near where his butt met his back, my tongue going back and forth
savoring each drop of olive oil.  I moved forward, my own penis rubbing
against the sheets.

I slowly licked my way forward, trapping small pools of olive oil before me
in his crack.  I slurped.  I moaned.  Cale moaned louder.  I hesitated for
a moment.

"Cale, are you going to still be able to keep your legs up?"

He nodded, his face flushed and barely able to contain itself.

I stuck my tongue down again and slurped up the oil, heading towards his
little puckered hole.  I got near it.  The olive oil pooled there.  I
slurped it in, and Cale's hole still glistened.  I stuck my tongue out and
touched it,.

Cale wobbled.

"Cale, you have to stay still!  I won't be able to finish this otherwise."

He smiled through his panting.  His hands were quivering on his legs.

I worked my tongue in and sucked until I'd gotten all the excess olive oil
out, and then moved in and tongued Cale's butt really well.  I went up and
down it, still avoiding his hole.  Up and down five or six times.  I lost
count.  And then I aimed.  Cale's hole still shone with oil.

I moved my hands up to hold his penis and dove my tongue in and explored
the ridges of his puckered hole.  He bucked.

Then I left it. After all, we were used to playing games, and he loved
being teased.  I tongued his balls instead, first one and then the other,
working hard to get the olive oil off or them.  It was hard, and not just
his penis.  The olive oil clung to the wrinkles in his sac.  I tongued some
more, and strained my eyes up to see Cale's face.  It was scrunched up into
a grimace, enjoying the whole ordeal.

I sucked in one ball and pulled with my mouth.  Then I let it go and sucked
in the other one, pulling and stroking his penis with my hand.  He gasped
and grunted.

I finished with Cale's balls after tonguing them for another minute or two,
and slid down to the main course.  I'd never licked an asshole in my life,
but I had a fierce desire to do so now.  I didn't know where this came from
other than my love for Cale.

I licked slowly to the center of his butt, to his little hole.  The olive
oil was still pooled there, like it was a magnet for the stuff.

I reached in and suctioned in all of the olive oil with my tongue.  Cale
moaned loudly.

Then I pointed my tongue and stuck it straight in to his pucker.  I wiggled
it, and it invited me in, the olive oil a natural aide and helper.  My
tongue went in a half inch.  It still tasted of olive oil, but my boy
quivered, shook and moaned.

His butt hole felt warm and tasted like olives, with a musty tone as well.

I drew out, and snaked my tongue back in.  Again I drew it out, and snaked
it in.  And again my boy quivered.  I repeated this maneuver, but also took
my right had and drew back and forth on Cale's penis.  In time to the
probes of my tongue, I jacked him.  We hit a rhythm.  I plunged my tongue
in, and jacked his penis.  Five times.  Ten times.  Cale started moaning
loudly "Uhh!  Uhh!"

I kept my assault on his sphincter, rolling my tongue, while jacking his
penis.

Soon it was obvious that Cale was going to come.  He was bucking his hips
to try to drive my tongue deeper.  I did my best to keep with his rhythm.
And then Cale erupted. He screamed, but low and urgent.  "Unhh! Unhh!
Unhh!"

He bucked and threw my tongue off of him.  His butt hit my chin.  Cale's
orgasm was hard and furious.  I kept my fingers on his penis, and raised my
head.  I licked his penis, and then stuck it wholly in my mouth, sucking
and sucking.  He bucked again.  I think he had two orgasms in a row.  His
penis was insistent and it drove into my mouth, the stabbing against the
roof of my mouth.  And then he subsided.  I let him slip out, but not
without a little suck on the end of his penis.

Cale was quaking still.  It was all he could do to hold his little legs up.

I pulled them down and grabbed him and turned him around into my arms with
his head at my shoulder.  I rocked him and kissed his ear.  I rocked him
some more.

"Cale, I know that was really good, are you OK?"

"Gosh!" he said.  "I felt like I was going to explode!  I didn't ever feel
like it could feel so good!  When you had your tongue in there I though I
was going to die!"

"Shhh!  Cale, that is what happens when you have someone you love making
love to you.  It is more wonderful than anything you can imagine."

He slumped in my arms a little, and then it felt like he gained some
strength.

He turned his head towards me and looked in my eyes.  He puckered his lips
and we met in a chaste kiss.  "I love you Uncle Cale."  Then his mood
shifted, as it can so quickly with all boys.  "Now can we see Star Wars?"

"Well, Cale, I think after all that exercise we out to have some food.  But
let's eat up here.  Let me go down and get all the food on a tray, and then
we'll start the movies."

I went down, dressed the salad with olive oil and vinegar, and put it and
the appetizers on the tray.  Then I came up and set it next to where Cale
was on the bed and climbed in.  Cale had put the first tape in the VCR, and
we were ready.

"Cale, I have two forks here, but we'll eat the salad off the same plate.

If you are worried about my germs after you kissed me with my butt juice on
my lips, then that's tough.  Also, if you don't try every one of these
little appetizers, I'm not going to spank you, but I'll never lick your
butt again, OK?"

He grabbed a stuffed grape leaf and stuffed it in his mouth, then a small
mozzarella ball.  With his cheeks stuffed, he said, "I'll try everything
and love it!"

We settled in, turned on the movie and watched and ate.  By the time the
Millennium Falcon crossed into Alderon, we were totally engrossed and had
finished the dinner, and Cale inched over into my arms.  We finished the
first movie with me sitting up in the bed propped up by pillows and Cale
wrapped in my arms with the top of his head just under my chin.

When the first movie ended we both got up to pee.  Cale went first.  "Uncle
Sean, you want to hold it?"

"Ok Cale!"  I walked up, pressed my body into his, and reached around and
grabbed his little penis.  It was still soft.  I aimed it down, and Cale
tightened his stomach muscles and let his stream go.  It hit the back of
the seat, and then I aimed it true.  I loved watching the stream escape
through the end of his foreskin.

He finished and I shook it.  "Remember, more than three shakes and you're
playing with it!"  He giggled.

"Cale, the way you are, you'd have me playing with it every night and all
day!  Now let me pee here!"

"I get to hold it!"  Cale was irrepressible.  He was at my side and took
hold of my penis.  Mine was not as docile as his.  I was half hard and
leaking as usual.

Cale wrapped his hand around it and pointed down, and I let go.  Hit my
foot.

"Cale, you are going to have to clean my foot you know!"  I finished peeing
and Cale kept his grip on my hardening penis.

"Cale, take your hands off that thing.  It's nine o'clock and we have
Empire Strikes Back to watch!  OK, if you want to you can play with it
during the movie."  I tousled his head and flushed the toilet, and Cale got
out a tissue and wiped my foot.  We went back and got into bed.

I turned on the movie and we watched with Cale in my arms.  We watched
intently, but all the while I rubbed his back, and Cale played his fingers
on my thighs.  If this is what it took to live with and raise a boy, I was
in heaven.

By the time the movie ended, with Luke's hand cut off, Cale was wiggling
his fingers in my pubic hair idly.  My penis was hard and leaking like
crazy.

He must have been playing with his hand there for half an hour.

I hit the remote to rewind, and reached my hand under his chin.  "Cale,
what are you up to?"

"Well, Uncle Sean, it's almost time to go to sleep, and I want to see what
it's like when you get an orgasm."

"Cale, you know it's going to be messy, don't you?"

Yeah, Uncle Cale, you told me enough times!  I want to do it!"

"OK, you tell me what you want me to do, Cale.

"Just stay there.  I know you told me not to do it with my mouth, because
you're afraid I'll choke, but I want to kiss it a little, is that OK?"

I nodded.

Cale scooted down and wrapped his fingers around my shaft.  He leaned in
and licked at the base of my penis, and then gave it a little kiss.  He
steadied my penis, and made little kisses all the way from the base to the
tip.  Then he held it up straight to the ceiling and licked the head
spreading the pre-cum around.

He turned his face to me.  "Uncle Sean, what do I do now?"

I spoke through my panting.  "Cale, you're doing great.  Slide your hand up
and down while you do that.  You can kiss it for a kittle while longer, but
it is going to spurt really a lot, so listen to me when I tell you to back
off, OK?"

"Does it always spurt a lot?"  He kissed the head again, and then opened
his mouth and took the whole head in his mouth.  I had never felt anything
this intense before, and was holding back as hard as I could.  His fingers
continued to jack my penis up and down.  And he swirled his tongue around
and around it.

"I croaked the next words.  "Cale, get your mouth off of there.  Look up at
me and move your hand faster."

I was going to cum quickly.  Cale moved off with an extra final suck and
looked into my eyes.  I'm sure I looked frenzied.  His hand quickened and I
knew I wouldn't hold it longer.  I puckered my lips and blew a kiss to him.
I mouthed the word, "I love you."  I grimaced, and he kept his pace jacking
my dick.

He giggled, and still his eyes stayed on mine, then he looked over at his
hand drawing up and down swiftly and leaned in and took one final lick at
the head of my penis, at which point I came.

The cum burst out and the first volley hit Cale in the nose.  He drew back
and the second hit my upper chest.  I hadn't come in over a week.  I
spurted strong.

Cale kept his hand moving up and down, and I spattered my chest.  Cale's
eyes were drawn from my penis to my face.

I smiled.  He looked bewildered or in awe, and kept his hand moving but his
jaw had dropped and there was a string of cum dripping from his nose.

My penis finished its release, and I felt overwhelmed, but my main concern
was to get Cale in my arms.

"Cale, you can stop pumping now.  Get up here and let me kiss you."

He dropped my penis and crawled up my chest until his own hard penis was
resting in a pool of my cum in my bellybutton and his lips were even with
mine.

"Hold still, Cale."  I reached out with my lips and cleaned the cum off of
his nose.  I kept in on my tongue, stuck it out, and said, "Want a taste?"

Cale reached with his lips and sucked my tongue, and then we melted in a
tight and warm kiss.  We sucked tongues for several minutes, playing a
little hockey game in each other's mouths.  We finally slowed down, but not
before spreading my cum all over between us.

"Cale, you want me to wipe this up, or do you just want to go to sleep here
in my arms?"

"Sleep!  That was neat!"

"OK, but I have to lift you up a second so I can turn out the light. Reach
down and grab the sheet while I do."

I lifted Cale up and strings of cum connected us.  We were a delightful
mess.  I looked down and his penis was glistening with my cum, his balls
drooping and still connected to my lower belly with the slippery liquid.  I
turned off the light and gathered him to me again, resting his head further
down on my shoulder.

I kissed his forehead and we settled in, his penis now next to mine in a
puddle of wetness.

"Cale, sweet dreams buddy!  Thank you.  That was the best!"

He kissed my neck and we drifted off.