Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2011 19:50:33 -0800
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blind, In A Boy's Eyes

Readers Warning: This story contains elements of love, sexual play, and
experimentation between young boys.  If this concept scares you, or is not
to your tastes, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen, or if you
are not accepting enough to enjoy such a story; them by all means go read
something else.


Story written and posted by,  This Boy's Life.


Blind      In A Boy's Eyes

   It was Saturday, a little after nine in the morning and I was lying in
my bed, caught somewhere between waking up, and having the last moments of
a good dream; when I heard a car door bang shut.
   I opened my eyes and gazed up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to
determine if the sound was in fact the last remnants of my dream; or my
awakening to the sounds of the new day.  I rolled over toward the wall and
pushed the curtains back a little so that I could peek out to the street
below.
   There was a car parked in the driveway of the house across the street,
and several people were milling around it; but what really caught my eye,
was the boy.  Looking down from my window, he appeared to be around twelve
years old, same as me.  Just standing there, he looked like a pretty normal
kid.  He was fairly good looking, and was average in height, with medium
length light brown hair.
   I figured these were the new neighbors. That house had been up for sale
for the past three months; and earlier in the week a moving van had showed
up and unloaded furniture.  I had been hoping of course that when somebody
finally moved in, there would be some kids about my age.

    I continued to watch, kind of checking the new kid out; and it occurred
to me that something seemed a bit odd.  The boy wasn't looking around at
everything; he was just leaning against the side of the car, kind of
looking straight ahead.  I figured he must be bored or something; maybe
even pissed off, about moving into a new house.  It always sucked to be the
new kid in the neighborhood.
   As I watched, the lady seemed to be giving instructions to the man who
was standing near by.  Perhaps some things she wanted done around the area,
since she kept pointing to various areas of the yard.  Finally she walked
around the car toward the boy, and after saying something to him, she
reached out and gently took him by the elbow and they began walking toward
the house.
   They headed up the drive, and she guided him toward the walkway.  The
boy reached out a tentative foot, and touched the single step of the
aggregate concrete walk; and then he stepped up and walked with the woman
toward the house.
   "Whoa..." I thought to myself, as it suddenly registered to me.  "That
kid is like blind or something."  My curiosity was now totally peaked, as
the two disappeared through the front door, and into the house.

   I lay back for a moment, tucking my hands behind my head as I stared up
at the ceiling.  I wondered if he really was blind.  That would really
suck; having to go through life like that, I thought.
   After several minutes of thinking about it, I decided I should probably
get up, and grab myself some breakfast.  It was only a week into summer
vacation, and both my parents were at work by now.  They had decided that
since my mom only worked half days, that I could handle being alone each
day for that short amount of time.
   Fine by me of course.  In fact, if given my choice she could have worked
the full day; I rather liked being alone.  I was twelve for crying out
loud, and that's almost like being an adult.  I tossed the covers off of
myself, exposing my naked boy's body.  I had been sleeping this way for the
past few months.
   In fact, it had started about the same time that I had discovered the
joys of self masturbation.  Once a kid finds out that his young pistol is
actually loaded, well, sleeping naked seemed like the natural thing to do.
At first I had just shoved my undershorts down off my hips to play with
myself at bedtime; but as my self play became a little more exploratory,
well, it was just easier to be naked.

   Slipping out of bed I stretched once again, and walked naked out of my
bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom.  Another new habit of mine.
Since no one was home it just felt kind of cool, prancing around with
nothing on.  Kind of naughty, like you were getting away with something.
   I stepped in front of the toilet, and squeezed my soft little dick for a
moment; then slid the thin foreskin slowly back off my purple crown.  I
loved the sight and feel of my dick.  It was about three and a half inches
long when I didn't have a boner, and it always felt so warm to the touch.
With a little urging, a steady stream of piss splashed downward into the
toilet.
   When I had finished peeing; I gave it a shake or two...  Or three.  And
then I slid my foreskin back and forth several times over the sensitive
tip.  Geeze that always felt so good.  My little stick began to fill out a
bit then; no big surprise.  Stepping away from the toilet, I glanced in the
mirror above the counter.
   Is it weird to like the way your body looks?  Because I liked mine.
Even being only twelve years old, I thought I looked pretty good.  I was
fit and trim; and though still very boyish in appearance; you could still
see a little definition starting to form.  My skin was smooth and almost
completely hairless; except for some fine, silky threads of blond that you
could barely see.

   Curious now, I turned and quickly headed back into my bedroom, closing
the door behind me.  I walked to my dresser and opened up one of the
drawers; then reaching to the back, I pulled out a small mirror that I had
managed to swipe from one of my mom's makeup thingies.  Hopping back up to
sit on my bed, I leaned my back against the wall; then pulled my thighs up
to my chest.
   Spreading my knees open and out to the sides, I was able to position the
mirror down by my bum and move it around a little, till I was able to check
things out down there.  Had to see if there were any new hairs growing
around my balls and stuff.  My little sac was still amazingly smooth, and I
rubbed the fingers of my other hand gently across it.  "Mmm..." I sighed
softly.
   I moved the mirror a little to get a look at my bunghole.  Don't know
why I was so intrigued by this private little opening, but I was.  Pink and
wrinkled like that, into a curious little pucker.  I licked my fingertip,
and reached back down to slide the wet digit over the top of my boy pucker.
   "Mmm..." I shivered pleasantly, and sniggered a bit as I watched the
little grommet squeeze tightly shut when my finger brushed across it.  Then
I pushed my finger gently against the opening, wiggling it just a bit; this
being yet another thing that felt so intriguingly good to me.  I glanced at
my finger then, and lifted it up to my nose to take in the soft scent.  It
wasn't nasty at all really.  Just kind of , well, a boy scent.

   I leaned down as close as I could, to really study my boy parts; and I
counted maybe a dozen or so soft little pubes, just barely visible above my
wiener.  "Cool." I thought aloud, as I traced my finger over the silken
thin hairs
   Of course all this attention was causing my young sausage to swell
erect.  I slowly skinned myself back; watching intently as my tight thin
foreskin stretched around the head of my dick, and peeled back.  Yet
another thing that fascinated me.  This pliant loose skin, all finely
veined; now spreading back, allowing my glans to bloom like a small purple
mushroom.
   The head of my dick looked so weird.  This little plum, all shiny
looking, and tight; and always so wonderfully sensitive to the touch.
Putting the mirror down, I put my fingers onto my youthful sprig.  All
boned up like this, it was more like four and a half inches of warm tube
cradled in my fingers.
   With my fingertips, I spread open the little slit at the tip, again
interested by the small pink opening.  There was moisture there, just
inside; so I stroked my fingers up and down the length of my tube a few
times, squeezing it a little.  The moisture came to the tip, and I touched
my finger to it; examining it briefly before sniffing it, and touching it
to my tongue.
   "Hmm... Not the clear, sticky sweet stuff like the other night." I
thought to myself.  this was a little salty; piss maybe...  I sat there for
a moment, still holding my young boy part in my fingers, and thinking about
maybe having a quick wank; when I heard voices from across the street.
Letting go of my dick, I peeked out the window again; to see the boy and
his mother standing in the front yard.

   I watched for a few minutes, as the boy's mother walked him around the
flat yard.  It looked like he was counting his steps or something.
Curious, I thought for a moment.  Then again, if he was in fact blind; then
I guess that would be a good way to find your way around.
   My stomach gurgled a bit at me then; and remembering how hungry I was, I
hopped off my bed and quickly slipped into a pair of board shorts, and a
tank top.  Heading down stairs to the kitchen, I rummaged through the
fridge to find something to snack on.  Finally, with a peanut butter coated
bagel in hand, I went out the front door and sat on the steps of the porch.
   Sitting quietly, I watched the new neighbors across the street.  The
woman continued walking the yard with her son; and surprisingly, he seemed
to have already learned the lay out; as he navigated around the yard on his
own.
   That's about the time that the woman noticed me sitting there.  She
smiled, and waved slightly at me.  I returned the gesture, and watched as
she said something to her son.  He turned his head a bit; but not so he was
facing me.  The boy shook his head no, and then he turned and walked toward
the house, disappearing inside.  His mother looked after him, then turned
back and walked across the street toward me.

   "Hi." She said, as she neared our driveway.  I stood up and stepped off
the porch.
   "Hello." I answered back, a little timidly.
   "My name is Katelyn.  Katelyn Barnes.  Your new neighbors across the
street."  She smiled pleasantly at me, as I walked over to her.
   "Hi, I'm Thomas.  I live here." I said, rather stupidly.  Duh, of course
I lived here; what a dumb thing to say.  I smiled awkwardly.
   "So... That was my son, Benjamin." she said, referring to the boy.  "I'm
sorry, he's a bit shy sometimes.  It's rather hard for him to meet new
friends."  She glanced back at her house, and so did I.
   "Uh, well that's okay.  I am too, sometimes.  Shy I mean. So...  Is he,
umm..." I stammered.
   "Blind?  Yes, yes he is." She replied.  "He lost his sight last year, in
an accident."  She looked sadly across the street as she said it.
   "I'm sorry..." I offered, not knowing what else to say.
   "Well, it is what it is." She said softly.  "Would you, like to meet
him.  I don't mean to put you on the spot or anything.  I was just hoping
Benjamin would settle in quickly and meet someone his own age."
   "Sure, ya I guess.  I was hoping whoever moved in there would have kids
too." I answered.  She smiled at me, and together we walked across the
street to their house.

   She led me inside, and I could see that most of the furniture was in
place already; the movers evidently had instructions as to where things
were supposed to go, though there were still boxes scattered around here
and there.
   Mrs. Barnes led me down the wide hallway toward a bedroom near the back.
The door was closed, and she knocked gently on the panel.  "Benjamin..?"
She called out softly.  "Ben, I have someone here who'd like to meet you
honey."  She opened the door, and we stepped inside.
   Ben was sitting in a small, comfortable looking chair just to the left
of his bed.  I looked up at Mrs. Barnes, not really sure what to do.  "Ben,
this is the boy from across the street; his name is Thomas." She told him.
   "Hello." Ben said timidly, as he stood up from the chair.
   "Hi." I said, foolishly extending my hand.  I felt embarrassed the
moment I had done that; but then I was never one to let embarrassment stand
in my way, so instinctively I reached down and took his hand, and shook it.
   The other boy cocked his head, curiously at me.  I wondered if I had
offended him or something; but a small smile crossed his features.  He was
still holding onto my hand, and I couldn't help but notice that his skin
was very soft, and warm.

   Now that I had a close up look at him, I realized he was really,
well... Cute.  That's not normally how I would describe another boy, but...
He was.  He had very boyish features.  A small little nose, with a thin
gentle face; all surrounded by this feathery soft brown hair.
  He was just a little shorter than I am, maybe about five feet exactly;
and he looked lean and trim, like me.  I looked at his eyes; I was rather
curious I suppose.  They looked perfectly normal, and they were a beautiful
and vibrant shade of green.  Suddenly I felt awkward again, as if he could
see me staring at him.

   I smiled shyly, and looked back up at his mother.  This really felt
weird.  I didn't really know how to continue.  I mean, I felt a little
uncomfortable, and I'm sure the other boy must be feeling the same way.
Then he surprised me.
   "Can I touch your face?" The boy asked suddenly.
   "What..?  I mean, sorry...  I don't understand what you mean..." I
replied.  The other boy's mother looked at me with a kind smile
   "It's how he sees." She said to me.  "Benjamin wants to get an image of
what you look like, in his mind's eye.  If he can touch your face; study
your facial features, then he can kind of feel what you look like." She
told me.
   "Oh, uh...  Ya I guess that makes sense.  So, sure I suppose that's
cool." I said, glancing at the other boy.  Benjamin raised his hand,
holding it outward toward me.  I looked at his mom, and then I reached out
and took the boy's hand in my own; his hand was so soft and warm, that I
held it for a moment; and then guided it toward my face.

    Benjamin gently placed his hand on my cheek, then slowly began tracing
his fingers across my features.  He was slow, deliberate as his digits
slipped softly across my cheekbones, and brow.  Carefully, thoroughly his
fingers followed every curve, every line from my eyes to my chin.
    I watched the other boy's face all the while; looking into Benjamin's
sightless green eyes, searching for some kind of reaction, some sign of
what the boy was thinking.
   "So...  Can you really get an idea of what I look like when you do
that?" I asked timidly.  Benjamin smiled softly at me; then nodded
slightly.
   "Actually, you can see someone very well this way." Ben answered.  "Try
it..." He said.  I smiled tentatively. "Come on, give it a try..." Benjamin
said again, as he reached downward, taking my hand this time.  He raised it
to his own face.  "Close your eyes."  He directed.
   I smiled, feeling more than a little awkward.  Closing my eyes I began
gently exploring the other boy's face, just as he had done to mine.
"You're smiling..." I remarked after a moment, as my fingers gently brushed
over Benjamin's lips, and the upturned corners of his mouth.
   "Yes...  See.  Really pay attention to what you feel.  Try to picture me
in you mind."  I continued to explore his features with my eyes closed.
And yes, if I really thought about it, the gentle curve of his nose, the
small upturn at the end... Yes, I could kind of get a feel for what he
looked like.
   "Wow...  That's kinda cool." I commented honestly.  I could feel
Benjamin's features change, and I knew that he was grinning now.  "Cool..."
I repeated, as I opened my eyes.

   His mom smiled at me.  Then moved toward the door.  "I'll let you two
get to know each other a little then.  I'll be in the kitchen, putting
things away." She smiled and walked back down the hall.  I looked around
Ben's room.  It was fairly big.  He had a large bed, with the overstuffed
chair; and a there was a desk unit in the corner.  I noticed a box in the
other corner, filled with posters, and pennants and personal stuff.
   "You don't have any posters, or stuff on the walls yet." I said, and
then immediately though better of it...  Duh, he's blind.
   "Ya, well...  I used to put stuff up, but...  Seems kind of pointless
now though." Ben said, almost a bit sadly.  I looked around at the bare
walls, and the sad look on his face.  I shook my head.
   "No...  You know what, you should have stuff up on the walls." I told
him.  "Even if you can't see them, you can feel them right?  You'll know
that they're there."  Ben looked my direction, and again cocked his head
slightly as he smiled.

   "You're pretty cool.  I like you." He said.  "A lot of people treat me
like I've got a disease or something.  But, you seem really nice." Ben
said, smiling again; I smiled back.
   "I guess that would really suck, having people treat you all different
and stuff." I remarked.  Benjamin nodded his head; I could tell how hard it
must be on him.  I wanted to ask him more about it, but figured it should
wait.  "So...  Want me to help you put your posters and stuff up?" I asked
cheerfully.
   "Really?  That would be so cool.  Thanks Thomas." He grinned at me.  It
really made him look cute when he smiled like that; and I was glad that
this had made him happy.  I started pulling things out of the box.  There
were three or four rolled up posters; a couple of sports ones, and a movie
poster.  There were nearly a dozen pennants; soccer, football and baseball.
They were all his favorite teams, he told me.
   We set about arranging things the way Ben said he wanted them.  I made a
neat design for the pennants, spreading them around in a circle; and then
while Ben held them where we positioned them, I stapled them up onto the
wall.  When we had finished, I told him it looked really cool, like a boys
bedroom should look.
   He walked around feeling everything, getting another mental image in his
head, of how his room looked.  I smiled happily as I watched his facial
expressions.  He was happy, but...  I could tell he really missed actually
seeing these things...

   A few minutes later, his mom came back to his room, to offer us
something to eat.  I saw the look on her face, and I was worried that she
might be mad; because we, I, had stapled things up on the walls.  She
glanced around the room, then looked at Benjamin's face, and smiled.
   "I thought you didn't want to put these things up anymore." She smiled.
   "Ya, well...  Thomas thought I should.  Does it look cool?" Ben asked
his mom.
   "Yes honey.  It looks really cool." She answered.  Then she looked over
at me, and mouthed the words, 'Thank You' to me.  I got all embarrassed,
but It felt good to know she was happy.  "I'll make you boys a sandwich, if
you like." She offered, and then headed back down the hall.  Benjamin was
smiling, and he looked toward me.

   "Dude, I hope you don't think this is too weird, but, can I touch your
face again?" Ben asked suddenly.
   "Do you do that all the time, when you meet people?" I asked.
   "No, not really.  It's just... This time, I really want to see my new
friend." He smiled.
   "Oh, ya sure..." I replied.  I thought he was kind of cool, and I
wouldn't mind being his friend.  He moved in close to me, and raised his
hands again to my face.  More slowly this time, his deft little fingers
traced my features.  My ears, my neck.  Even up into my hair.
   "What color hair do you have?" He asked.
   "Well, mostly blond I guess.  You know, with some darker highlights." I
told him.
   "It's really soft.  And what color are your eyes?" He questioned.
   "Blue." I replied, looking into his own soft green eyes.  Benjamin's
hands moved from my head to my bare shoulders, (I was still wearing the
tank top).  Innocently, his fingers explored my arms.
   "You're strong." He said.  "You have strong arms.  Are you like, into
sports and stuff?"
   "Uh, ya.  Soccer, and swimming mostly.  But I like baseball too." I told
him.
   "I used to play soccer...  I still like to swim." Ben said, a bit
longingly.
   "Must be hard.  Not being able to do all the stuff you used to do." I
remarked; more to myself than to him.  Benjamin looked down at the floor,
nodding softly.  I felt really bad for him.

   "Boys...  Your sandwiches are ready." Mrs. Barnes called back to us from
the kitchen.  Benjamin reached down and found my hand, and then walked me
out the door and down the hall.  Funny, I thought; he was leading me
around.  Or did he just enjoy the contact with another person
   We walked right into the kitchen, and up to the little island counter in
the middle.  There were two stools there, and we both sat side by side up
at the counter.  His mom poured us some chocolate milk, and set two plates
down in front of us.
   "Hope you like tuna." She asked.
   "Yes mam.  It's one of my favorites."
   "Mine too." Benjamin grinned over at me.  We began grubbing down on the
sandwiches and Frito's that were on the plate.  I watched Ben as we ate.
He seemed to know just where his food was; when he took a bite I mean.  It
was really hard to tell that he couldn't see.  I tried closing my eyes, and
lifted the sandwich to my mouth; but the first time I kinda smeared some of
it on my lips.
   I heard Mrs. Barnes snicker a little.  I opened my eyes and saw her
looking at me; I was a little embarrassed that she had seen me do that.
   "Sorry for laughing." She said.  "I think that was really nice of you
though."
   "Huh?  What do you mean?" I asked her.
   "You were showing empathy there." She answered.  "Trying to see how
difficult things might be for Benjamin."  I blushed, and then I heard Ben
laugh.

   "Did he smush food in his face?" Ben asked his mom, with a little
chuckle.  I could tell I wasn't the first one to try such a thing; and Ben
laughed, as he reached over he patted my shoulder.  "I like you." He said.
   His mom excused herself, and continued putting dishes away in the
cupboard while we sat and finished our lunch.  We talked a lot while we sat
there, kinda getting to know one another.  He reached over and touched my
shoulder several times while we talked; and he even turned his stool, so
our legs were touching below the counter.  He seemed to like the contact;
and even though I didn't know him very well, I didn't mind it either.
    In truth, I was taking an instant liking to this kid.  He had a warm
sense of humor; and with each new thing that we talked about, Benjamin
became more and more animated and relaxed.

   He excused himself to go to the bathroom; and after he had gone, his
mother turned and smiled at me.  "Thanks." She said.  "He's been more than
a little down lately.  What with everything that has gone on; and having to
move and all.  I'm so happy to see him perk up like this.  And I'm sorry if
I put you on the spot, but he really has taken a liking to you."  I smiled
at her.
   "Ya well, he seems really cool.  So...  How did...  I mean can I ask,
you know...  What happened that he lost his sight?"  Mrs. Barnes looked at
me, with a stoic look on her face.
   "Benjamin was...  Was in an automobile accident with his, father..." She
paused sadly, as if remembering.  "It was such a terrible thing.  Ben lost
his father that night, and...  Well, I won't trouble you with the details.
Ben suffered some injuries, both physical and psychological.  I...  Well
let's not get into it now.  Rather difficult for you to understand, I
think."  She looked down for a moment, in thought.
   I decided just to let it go at that; and Benjamin was returning back
down the hall anyway, so...  We sat and talked about other stuff for half
an hour or so; and then I noticed my Mom's car pull into our driveway
across the street.
   "Well, thanks for the sandwich and stuff." I said, excusing myself.  "My
mom's back, so I guess I should go give her a hand.  I'll see you later,
kay?"
   "See ya." Benjamin echoed.  "Thanks..."  He touched my shoulder, giving
me a friendly little pat, and then I headed out the door.

   I headed back across the street to my house, and helped my mom take the
groceries inside.  I told my mom all about the new kid, and his mom; and
how I had helped him set up his room and stuff.  My mom smiled and gave me
a hug.
   "What was that for?" I asked.
   "Honey, I'm just proud of you.  That boy must be feeling terribly alone
right now.  You're likely the only person he knows around here, and I'm
sure it meant a lot to him, and his mother, that you showed him some
friendship."
   "Ya... Well." I blushed a little, and my mom smiled at me again.
"Everything must be really hard for him; to be blind like that." I
suggested.
   "I can't even imagine how difficult that must be.  Losing ones vision
would certainly be awful." My mom said, and she looked at me thoughtfully.
After helping put the groceries away, I headed upstairs to my bedroom and
plopped back onto my bed.

   I lay there thinking about Benjamin; and wondered what his day was like.
How hard it must be, to be blind.  So I decided to try and find out.  I dug
out one of my winter stocking caps from the closet, and pulled it on over
my head, pulling it down enough to cover my eyes.
   For the next hour, I was determined to experiment.  I stumbled around my
room, and managed to find the chair at my desk, and then I sat down and
reached for my IPod; but fumbled around trying to find it.  Then just
trying to turn it on and find the right buttons proved to be a bit of a
challenge.
   "Wow... Even the little things are tough." I thought.  I decided to try
and watch TV for awhile, but when I turned it on it became clear right away
that hearing, without seeing the picture, really sucked.  It had only been
ten minutes, and already I knew how shitty it was not to see.
    A short time later, I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom; so I
started to pull the ski mask off...  But then I changed my mind; I would
tough it out, and leave it on.  Using the wall for a guide, I walked out of
my bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom.  Fumbling around, I made my
way to the toilet and reached down to lift the seat.  Then unzipping my
pants, I pulled out my dick and stood awkwardly for a moment.
    This was so weird.  How could I even pee, without getting it all over.
So I pulled my shorts down, and turned around to sit on the toilet; just to
take a piss.  When I had finished, I got up and tried to wash my hands;
knocking over the soap dispenser in the process.

   My short little experiment was much harder than I could have imagined.
It was then that I decided to see if I could keep doing it for the rest of
the evening.  My mom thought it was amazingly kind of me to do this.  To
try and 'walk in Ben's shoes', as she put it.
   But I have to say, it was the hardest thing to do.  I felt, well, alone.
Even at dinner, when my mom and Dad were right there in the room with me; I
felt disconnected somehow.  I began to feel really sad for Benjamin.

   After dinner I went up to my room and sprawled across my bed; and
thinking again about the boy across the street, I started to cry.  It
seemed so unfair that a kid had to be put through this...  I managed to get
through the rest of evening keeping the ski mask on.  It was really hard,
and boring, and...  Lonely.
   Finally it was time for bed, and after brushing my teeth and such; I
went back into my room for the night.  Peeling off my clothes, I went to
get into bed and stubbed my toe on the edge of it.
   "Shit..." I cried out, painfully hopping around.  Grabbing the ski mask
off my head, I threw it angrily across the room; then sat down to rub my
aching toe.  After awhile I crawled under the covers and lay back,
wondering how Benjamin could make it through the day; everyday, like that.
   Before long, I was feeling a bit sleepy; but of course I wanted to have
my nightly fun, and I reached down to take my soft boyhood into my fingers.
I rubbed it a little, and it sure didn't take long for my little cock to
become erect.  Closing my eyes, I began to fondle, and stroke myself a
little.  Surprisingly, I wondered if Benjamin did this when he went to bed.
I even wondered what his wiener looked like.

   With my eyes closed, I began to pay attention to what I was feeling.  It
was interesting, to really feel my dick, and imagine what it looked like.
Blindly, I explored myself.  I fingered my foreskin; rolling it gently
between my fingertips.  Peeling it back, I felt the ridge of my tool, and
the shape of my glans.
   This was so weird.  I had never really thought about my young tool this
way before.  It was interesting to try and picture it in my mind; and then
suddenly I once again began wondering what my new friend's dick looked
like; and even, what it might feel like.  I started to jack myself off, and
after five minutes or so, I began to lose myself in the wonderful tingles
that were working through me.

   My hips began to wiggle about on the bed.  "Mmm..." I always loved this
part.  My legs squirmed around, as the pleasurable feelings began to take
over.  Then I thought back to the feel of Benjamin's warm smooth leg,
pressed against mine while we ate lunch; and oddly it was really exciting
me.
   I could feel myself building, and I let out a little contented squeak of
pleasure.  My toes curled a bit, as my little butt cheeks wriggled around
on the soft sheets.  "Ohhh.... Oh man..." I hissed.  I arched my back, and
I could feel the little surge of juice rushing up my tube, and then....
   "Uhuhhh....  Uh...  Uhh..."  Two brisk squirts of clear boy fluid pulsed
from my warm tube and up onto my belly.  I felt three or four more empty
spasms, as my boyish testicles tried to purge themselves; and then I
relaxed, limply onto the bed.  "Ohhh...." I sighed heavily with joyful
relief.
   I lay there a moment catching my breath; and then I rubbed my thumb over
the tip of my dick to wipe off one last drop of the clear goo.  It was so
sensitive to the touch, that I arched my back again, and winced at the
tenderness of it.  "Shit..." I breathed.
   Happily I rubbed my finger through the little wet droppings on my chest,
and then ever curious, suckled the sticky boy jelly from my fingers,
savoring it on my tongue.  "Mmm..."  There was a unique sweetness to it
that I found rather appealing. Finally pulling the covers up, I settled in
for the night.

   That next morning, I woke up a little early for some reason; and after
my morning shower and stuff, I went down to the kitchen.  My mom was still
there, because on Tuesdays she doesn't go to work until ten; so she made me
a nice breakfast.
   "So..." She said.  "I was thinking about the neighbors.  Why don't we
make them some brownies.  You know, a little welcome to the neighborhood
treat!  Then before I leave for work, we can take them over; and I can meet
them, officially.
   "Sure... Ya that's a cool idea." I answered.  And with that, I helped
mom make the brownies.  "Mmm...." Loved the smell of fresh baked stuff like
that.  After they had baked, and then cooled for a little while; mom cut
them up and stacked them nicely on a plate, wrapping them up.
   With my carrying the plate, we walked across the street and rang the
doorbell.  After a few seconds, Mrs. Barnes came to the door.  She smiled
when she saw me.
   "Good morning Thomas." She greeted warmly.
   "Hi." I smiled back.  "Um, here...  We made these for you." I offered,
handing her the plate of brownies.  "Oh, this is my mom...  Mom, this is
Mrs. Barnes."  The two of them exchanged proper greetings, and Mrs. Barnes
invited my mom in for coffee.  She said Benjamin was in his room, he had
just taken his shower and was getting dressed.  She told me to go on back.

   I headed down the hall, oddly excited by what she had just said.  It was
kind of weird really, but I was very curious about what Ben looked like
naked...  I know... It surprised me too.  When I reached his door, I took
hold of the handle, gave a timid little knock; and without waiting for the
'come in', I pushed the door open slightly.
   "Hey Benjamin it's me, Thomas." I announced.  To my disappointment
though, he had already pulled on his undies.
   "Hi Thomas." He returned, with a smile.  I took a quick peek at his
body, so he wouldn't think I was looking.  Then remembered, duh, he can't
see.  He wouldn't know if I was looking or not.  So I did.
   He didn't seem shy about being in his undies.  He had a nice looking
body, I thought.  A lot like mine.  He was lean, and fit; and though very
much still a boy, there was a nice look of fitness about him.  His skin was
smooth, and virtually hairless. I glanced curiously at the front of his
undies, and could see the small bulge of his package.
   I had a funny little feeling in my stomach, kind of like nervous
excitement.  It seemed weird that I was interested in what he looked
like...  Even more weird that I actually thought he looked... Cute.

   "I'm glad you came over." Benjamin said "I was...  I was thinking about
you." He grinned, kind of a curious little smile.
   "Ya, me too." I acknowledged.  "My mom and me came over to bring you
guys some brownies."
   "Cool.  I love brownies." Ben answered.
   "Me too...  Plus my mom wanted to meet your mom; and you." I said.
   "Guess I better get dressed then." Ben said.  "I don't want your mom to
see me naked."  He laughed.  I chuckled too, but I was wishing that I could
have seen him that way.  Ben went to his dresser and took out some clothes.
I noticed his dresser drawers were really organized, so he knew what he was
pulling out of them.
   Ben pulled on a pair of board shorts, then slipped a tee shirt on over
his head.  Since he was fresh out of the shower, he picked up a comb from
the dresser, to comb his hair a little.
   "How does that look?" He asked finally, giving his head a quick shake.
   "Uh, fine I guess.  There's a little sticking up right here." I touched
his head.  Ben raised his arm, handing the comb to me.
   "Do you mind?" He asked.  "My mom usually helps."  I took the comb from
him, and ran it through his soft feathery hair, then smoothed it down with
my palm.
   "There...  You look nice." I said.  Then I blushed a little.  What boy
says, 'you look nice', to another boy.
   "Thanks Thomas." Ben answered with a warm smile.  "Now let's go get a
brownie."

    We headed down the hall toward the kitchen.  I could hear my mom, and
Ben's mom laughing, and talking when we went in.  My mom evidently had told
Mrs. Barnes about how I had spent the evening with my eyes covered up; to
see how hard it was.
   Mrs. Barnes put her hand on my shoulder, and looked me in the eyes,
nodding.  "That was very sweet of you Thomas; trying to understand what
Benjamin goes through."  I just shrugged my shoulders.
   We all talked for another ten minutes or so, and then my mom had to
leave, to go to work.  Mrs. Barnes wanted to finish getting their new house
in order, so I asked if Ben and I could hang around together.  I wanted to
show him my house.
   She was ok with it, and Benjamin sounded excited to have something to
do.  She showed me how to take Ben's elbow, and guide him when we came to
stairs, or other obstacles.  Ben was impatient though, and just wanted to
go with me.  So, with his mom looking after us, we walked out the front
door.
   Down the walk, and I took Ben's arm when we came to the step down to the
driveway.  His mom seemed satisfied, and after calling out for us to be
careful, she went back into the house.

   Benjamin and I walked across the street, and up onto the porch to the
front door.  Inside, I slipped off my Nike's, and told Ben to take his flip
flops off.  We always went barefoot in the house.
   We went inside, and Ben asked me to describe things, as I walked him
around.  I walked right behind him, with my hands up on his shoulders,
steering him around the furniture and stuff.  I was standing really close
to him, and I was surprised again, when I started thinking about how warm
his shoulders were in my hands.  The thing is, I was really starting to
enjoy the feeling.
   I don't know what it is, or why.  And I know it sounds kinda weird since
we really just met; but I felt comfortable with Benjamin.  Maybe it was his
personality, or his humor, or...  I don't know.  It was like I'd known him
for a long time.  There was just something about him that I connected with.


   After I'd shown him around, I was going to take him upstairs to check
out my bedroom.  When we got to the stairs, Ben hesitated, then took my
hand into his, and had me lead him up to my room.  When we got there, I
noticed that he continued holding on to my hand.  It seemed odd to me, yet
at the same time his soft warm hand felt really comfortable in my own.
   I looked over at him.  There was a calm, relaxed expression on his face;
and I wondered what he was thinking about.  I disengaged my hand from his,
and started describing my room to him.  He smiled as I did, and he explored
my things with his fingers; as if he was learning my room.
   "And this." I said, after showing him everything else, "Is my bed."  He
touched his hand to the top of it.  "It's kinda big, it used to be in our
guest room." I told him.
   "I like it." Benjamin said, hopping up onto the soft springy edge of it.
"It's cool that you have it by the window."
   "Huh..?  How did you know it's by the window?" I asked, a bit surprised.
   "The breeze silly.  I can feel it on my face."
   "Wow... You're pretty good." I remarked, truly impressed.  Benjamin was
aware of little things that I just took for granted and never really
thought about.  He was sitting, and started bouncing a little on my bed.

   "This would be fun to wrestle on." Ben smiled, as if it were a
suggestion.
   "Wrestle?" I was surprised.  "That wouldn't be fair, would it?"
   "Why?  What do you mean?" Ben asked.  I just looked at him and smiled a
bit.
   "Well...  You know." I said awkwardly, feeling a bit funny about it.
"Cause you can't see and all.  I..."  But before I could say another word,
Ben shot out his hand and grabbed my arm.  He pulled back with his entire
body, pretty much launching me onto the bed.
   "Unfair huh..." He let out a boisterous laugh and dove on top of me.
Without any more discussion we began to tangle, and wrestle there on my
queen sized bed.  Ben was quick, and pretty strong as well; and he laughed
and giggled as we rolled around, coiling around each other as we wrestled.
   It was fun.  We rolled around, grabbing and twisting, escaping each
other's holds only to dive back in and tangle some more; laughing and
giggling like the boys that we were.  We went on like that for well over
twenty minuets, until we were totally spent, and sweating.
   Breathing hard, and locked in one final headlock, I finally conceded;
and we just stopped right where we were.  Our over heated bodies still
wrapped around each other; our faces almost touching.  We were both
breathing heavily; our warm breaths washing over each other.  I noticed
how...  Well, how nice this felt.  It was personal, comfortable...

    "That was fun." I finally managed, between breaths.  I could feel
Benjamin nod in agreement; and I looked over at him, and saw a drop of
sweat roll down his cheek.
   "I haven't done that since..." He trailed off.  "Well, not for a long
time." He breathed quietly.  There was a somber look on his face then, and
I began to wonder if what I had seen was really a drop of sweat on his
cheek, or had it been a tear.

   We just lay there like that for a few minutes, almost as if neither on
of us wanted to let go of the other.  Somehow it just felt like he needed
it.  And for me; well it just felt good.  I know, I know... Weird, right?
Two twelve year old boys just lying together like that.  And believe me, it
crossed my mind how 'sissy' this kinda felt.
   "Thanks." Benjamin whispered suddenly.  I didn't have to ask what he
meant; somehow I just understood.  I looked over at him again, and thought
back to yesterday; how he kept reaching out to touch my shoulder.  And how
he had rested his leg against mine while we ate lunch.
   "You like to touch a lot." I said, matter of factly.  He turned toward
me.
   "Does it...  Does it bother you?" he questioned.
   "No.  No not really."  I said softly.  I didn't want to tell him that in
truth, I was actually kind of enjoying it.
   "It's just..." He began.  "It's just that, since I can't see...  Well,
sometimes I feel like I'm all alone.  Even when there's people right there
with me.  I don't know.  Kinda like, since I can't see them; they can't see
me.  Like I'm invisible.  So, when I touch someone; I don't know, it just
feels like I'm really there, you know, connected.."
   I looked at his face again.  It was definitely a tear this time; that
rolled down his cheek.  My eyes watered a bit as well; and for whatever
reason, without thinking, I leaned over and unexpectedly, kissed him softly
on his cheek.


   Suddenly I felt all embarrassed that I had done that, and I'm sure I
blushed a little.  I was worried that Benjamin might feel uncomfortable
with what I had done; but when he took hold of my hand and squeezed it
slightly, I knew that it had meant something to him.
   We sat up then, and with a shy little smile, Ben mentioned that he
needed to take a pee.  He asked if I could show him the bathroom; so I led
him out of my room and across the hall to the toilet.
   "I tried to take a pee last night." I told him.  "When I had the ski
mask pulled down over my eyes.  It was hard, that I had to sit down to
pee." Suddenly Benjamin started laughing.
   "What do you mean, It was hard." Ben chuckled.  Finally I got the little
joke.
   "No... I mean it was hard to pee...  Not that, you know, that my dick
was hard..." I laughed nervously, totally embarrassed now as Ben giggled.
  "I knew what you meant." Ben teased me.  Then he got serious.  "I know, I
don't like it either.  It makes me feel like a girl when I have to sit down
to pee.  Can I tell you a secret?" he asked quietly.
   "Uh, sure.  I won't tell anyone." I agreed.
   "Sometimes...  I know this sounds weird, but I pee in the bathtub
sometimes, just so I can stand up and feel normal."  Ben blushed a little
after he had said that to me; maybe regretting that he had confessed to
such a thing.
   "That's cool..." I said, trying to reassure him it was alright.  Then I
thought I'd tease him back a little.  "In fact, I pee in the bathtub too,
like when my dick really does get hard, and I can't aim..."  There was a
second or two of silence as this sunk in; and then both of us burst out
laughing for a moment.

   "So, I'll leave so you can have some privacy." I said, turning for the
door.
   "No.  It's alright.  You can, you know stay if you want; I don't care.
I mean, don't you have to pee too..." Benjamin said casually.  This took me
a little by surprise.  I mean, I really wanted to see what he looked like;
but, I know I'm still a little shy about letting anyone else see my own
private parts.
    Sure, I've peed with my other friends before.  But I still feel a
little awkward, like when we change clothes at the pool and stuff.  I kinda
hurry and keep my back turned to people.  Especially now that this puberty
thing has started.
   "Umm... Ok." I said finally.  "So, I guess I do kinda have to pee too."
I stepped over toward the toilet, and I watched as Benjamin unbuttoned his
shorts, and then with no other formality, he pulled out his stuff.
   I got all funny feeling, in my stomach, as I looked over at him; holding
his dick in his fingers, right next to me.  I stared right at it, and his
dick looked a lot like mine actually.  It looked like it might be a little
bit longer maybe, but not quite as thick as mine.
   He was circumcised, so that was one thing that was different from me;
and I thought it looked, well, cool.  I swallowed nervously, as I looked
back at my dick, just kind of comparing the two; and then I noticed that I
was beginning to stiffen up a little.  At first I wanted to hide it,
but... Of course he wouldn't know I was beginning to get a boner, would he.

   "Show me where to aim?" He requested, as his thin yellow stream started.
A little splashed on the edge of the rim, but I touched his arm, turning
him just a bit, till his stream was right in the middle.
   I was able to coax mine to start as well; but I kept my eyes locked on
his dick the whole time.  Finally his stream trickled to a stop, and I
watched as he squeezed out the last little squirt, and then shook a few
drops form it.
   "How'd I do..?" He smiled at me.
   "Good." I grinned.  "I probably missed more that you did."  We both
giggled a bit, and I was kinda sorry to see him tuck himself back into his
shorts.  We washed our hands at the sink; and as we were coming out of the
bathroom, I heard the doorbell ring downstairs.  I took Benjamin by the
hand, and walked him down to the landing to answer the door.
    It was Ben's mom.  She had come over to get him, since she had to go
into town and run an errand or two, and she wanted him to come with her.
"Thanks.  For letting me feel, normal."  Ben Said.  "Guess I'll see you
later, ok."
   "You bet." I said.  "See ya."  And then I stood and watched as they
walked back across the street and got in their car to leave.  I really
Liked Benjamin.  And in a weird way that I didn't understand; I felt kind
of attracted to him as well.
    I thought about everything that had just happened.  It had been so
cool, and it was really kind of exciting me...  I had an odd urge then; and
running back upstairs to my bedroom, I closed and locked my door behind me.
I had something to take care of...


                  End Of Part One....



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