Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2013 11:32:09 +1300
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Blood, Surf and Tears (Gay / Young friends) chapter 4 (Revised)

Blood, Surf and Tears.

Disclaimer:

Warning: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young
boys.  If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you
are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the
following story all names and events are completely fictional.  Although
Imay mention a specific location, place, or person any resemblance to said
people, location, or places is completely unintentional.

Chapter 4:

"So do you want a quick strip show, or a slow drawn out one?" I said
jokingly, as I kicked off my jandals. I started to pull off my plain green
T shirt. Then I undid the top button on my tan coloured cargo pants. Slowly
and teasingly I unzipped the zipper revealing my bald pubic mound. I slowly
slid my pants down my hairless legs revealing my boyhood. Then I pulled my
feet out of my pants, and stood there butt naked.

Surprisingly I didn't feel embarrassed being naked in front of Caleb's dad
this time. Perhaps this morning's incident helped, or maybe it was the
knowledge that I would have to do this tomorrow anyway. I noticed Both
Caleb and his dad, just staring at me with their mouths open wide. Thinking
that maybe I had sprung a boner I looked down to take a look. That wasn't
it, but what I did see scared the shit out of me.

I was literally black and blue all over. I don't know how I hadn't noticed
when I was taking off my clothes. It was probably because I was teasing
Caleb with my stupid strip tease. But I didn't look good. Thankfully though
my pecker was spared but not much else was. Boy I was in for it when my
doctor saw me.

************

"Oh my god Dan, are you alright?" Caleb cried at the sight of my bruised
body. Caleb's face lost all colour looking over my battered body. I could
see tears welling up in his eyes, as he felt the pain I was feeling. He was
genuinely concerned at how I looked. I have to say that I'm not really
surprised, as from what I can see, it's pretty bad.

"Yes Caleb I'm fine. It looks worse than it is. Because of my condition
anything that causes you to bruise, is amplified with me. I mean all you
see here is a lot of small bruise's on a much larger scale. Once my meds
take effect they should shrink back to normal bruises again, and then
disappear." I said in a reassuring voice. It is true. A bruise is just
internal bleeding. With most people because their blood clots the bruise
only spreads so far. In my case, because my blood doesn't clot the bruise
just keeps getting bigger, and bigger. The medication that I take is just a
supplement of the proteins that cause blood to clot. Once they take effect,
then I'm just like everyone else.

"You better be right. Dad is he right in what he said?" Caleb said. He
really wanted to believe me, but was still worried that I was trying to
cover things up, to stop him worrying. His face had regained some of its
colour again, but he was still really scared that I might be I a bad way. I
was just hoping that his father would back me up.

"Caleb, he is sort of right. The bruising will take a bit longer to
disappear than what he says it will. But everything else he said is
right. Dan if you start to even feel slightly light headed, then you better
let me know." Caleb's father said. He was a little worried at the amount of
bruising on my body. I don't blame him either as it's the most bruising I
have ever had on my body. I was really glad that he did back me up. I could
see the result on Caleb too. He started to become less concerned with how I
was now.

"I will, don't worry. I don't plan on a hospital visit, coz they suck." I
said knowing he was right. I had a lot of bruising which indicates a lot of
internal bleeding. If I bleed out too much internally I would start to feel
light headed, due to the lack of blood getting to my brain. That was why I
ended up in hospital last time I got caught in a hail storm. The knocks I
had taken to my head, as well as everywhere else had made me become light
headed. I passed out in the end, due to lack of oxygen getting carried to
the brain, by the blood. I was really lucky not to have had any brain
damage. I won't let that happen ever again.

"How does my head look?" I said suddenly. I remembered that I couldn't see
my head, and that was the major part of my body that I needed to protect. I
know that I had done all I could to protect it under the circumstances. I
just wasn't too sure as to how well I had succeeded. If my head was in too
bad a way, then I would get Caleb's dad to take me straight to the hospital
now. I said before that I don't want to risk brain damage, and I mean it.

"Aside from your little diddle, your head is the only other thing without
any bruises." A smart assed Caleb replied. He was grinning from ear to ear,
so I knew I couldn't be mad with him. He had now regained all the colour to
his face, and was generally looking a lot better. Pity I couldn't say the
same.

"Thank god!" I said out loud. I had meant to only think it, but thankfully
Caleb didn't start to worry again. I think he was finally starting to trust
that I knew about my body. I have to say that, I hope like hell that I
don't let him down. I am alright at the moment, I'm just hoping that the
meds do as well as I'm hoping they would. I haven't started feeling light
headed or dizzy yet, which is a positive sign.

"Right, now that we know what the damage is, you can get changed again. Or
are you going to stay like that?" Caleb's dad said jokingly. He had figured
that I would be all too keen to get changed again. He thought after how
embarrassed I was this morning that I still wouldn't be too comfortable
now. He also thought that I would get changed again to hide my bruised body
from Caleb, to stop him worrying.

"I was thinking that I would stay like this" I said trying to get a
bite. To be honest I hadn't thought about hiding my bruises from Caleb to
stop him from worrying, as if I had I probably would have got changed
again. I was more trying to wind up Caleb's dad. I had a feeling that he
wouldn't be too keen on me staying naked, so would put up a fight.

"OK, suit yourself." he said obviously not caring one way or the other. I
guess I was wrong with my assumptions about him. We will see, I still think
that if I stay this way long enough then he will eventually bite. I know
that I still don't know him too well, but he just seems to come across as
the sort of person who wouldn't tolerate nudity.

"Me too. I want to be nakey with you!" Caleb piped up. That surprised the
hell out of me, and his father as well. I never thought that Caleb would
say such a thing. He didn't even want to get naked this morning. The only
reason he did was because it was a fight that he knew that he would not
win. I was actually surprised that he hadn't put up a fight this morning,
as if it was me in Caleb's position, I sure as hell would have. I only
didn't because I was already naked when Caleb's dad walked in.

"You're actually going to be naked in front of me by choice Caleb?" His dad
said not being able to believe what he had just heard. He was also
surprised that Caleb hadn't put up a huge fight this morning, and now
this. What had got into his son? He had last seen him naked at the age of
8, and that we because he was still helping him in the bath. At that age
Caleb was starting to put up huge fights every time his dad came in to wash
his hair. He also always covered himself up, so that his father couldn't
see anything. Caleb's dad had become a bit concerned at the way Caleb had
suddenly become so embarrassed by his body, but his son never wanted to
talk about it. I guess now that I was wrong about Caleb's dad. He has no
problem with nudity.

Caleb really couldn't believe that he had said such a thing either. He
could remember those massive arguments that he had with his father when he
was 8. If it wasn't for what I had said to him yesterday, then no way in
hell would he have got naked in front of any one. It was something he had
never told anyone about, that he caused him to be so embarrassed by his
body. He had always had a small sized dick, when compared to the other
boys'. Some of the other boys' had found out how small he was, and teased
him about it. The teasing wasn't too harsh, but had the impact of making
Caleb embarrassed with his small dick. It had continued right up till he
told his friends that he was gay. Then they had something else to tease him
about.

Caleb just shrugged and smiled. He then struggled to pull his tight jeans
down. When he got them down to his knees, when he embarrassingly realised
that he still had his shoes on. That got me giggling as I watched him
trying to untie his shoes, while his pants were at his knees. Of course he
didn't sit down to do it. He just bent over to try to do it and ended to
wandering around the floor, before the inevitable happened and he lost his
balance.

Thankfully I was right beside him when he did and managed to catch him. I
sat him down, and finished untying his shoes. I pulled them off his feet,
along with his white ankle socks. Caleb then managed to wriggle the rest of
the way out of his pants. He then stood up and dropped his bright blue
colour briefs to the floor. His dress shirt did a good job of covering his
package but that wouldn't be for long. As he started to undo the buttons on
it, then he slipped it off his back and onto the floor. Now naked he stood
up wiggled his little package at me. Then he walked up to me and hugged me.

"Thank you for catching me." He said softly. He blushing just a tad,
because he knew he was a bit stupid for getting himself in that position in
the first place. Caleb had a habit of not doing things properly. Well more
to the point, he was chronic for not thinking about things properly
first. When he did think things through he usually did a really good
job. But he has survived all his bad decisions. Caleb now wanted to thank
me for bailing him out of that one.  He was just about to kiss me before
his father interrupted.

"Pick your clothes up you two, and put them away. Also, no hanky panky
until after lights out." Caleb's father said in a semi -stern voice. The
problem was it just didn't have any weight behind it. But we picked up our
clothes anyway, and put them away into the dirty clothes basket in the
laundry. Caleb showed me where to go, as we headed down the hall and took
the first right off it. The laundry wasn't very big, but I suppose that
sort of room doesn't need to be. It was functional though, and had
everything that was needed. There was a new washer and drier. The rest of
the room was pretty much storage, aside from the washtub which the washing
machine was connected to.

We then return back through to the lounge, and turned on the TV. The news
was on. They were talking about something to do with a cyclone, but I
really didn't pay any attention. We don't get cyclones this far south, in
fact it's rare to get them in the northern end of the country. By the time
they get to NZ they have usually dissipated to a tropical depression, so I
didn't think anything of it. Not wanting to watch the news we changed the
channel. We channel surfed for a while till we came across the Simpsons, so
we decided to watch that. I took a seat on the couch, and got myself
comfortable expecting Caleb to sit next to me.

He had other plans, and sat between my legs and lay back against me. So I
wrapped my hands around his waist, joining my hands just under his
bellybutton, and hugged him while we watched TV. Those awesome feelings
came back, just from being with him again. I was still struggling to
believe how lucky I was. He just made me feel like the most special person
in the world. He didn't even have to say it, but I think we just both felt
the same thing.

All whilst this was going on, Caleb's dad was busy in the kitchen cooking
tea. He had decided to cook something special for us as he felt that I
deserved it, with all I had done for his son. So he was cooking up a nice
lamb roast, with crispy roast potatoes. He also made a fancy Greek salad to
go with it. Hey, it is summer after all. Just after the Simpsons had
finished he was ready to dish up. So he called Caleb up, to set the
table. Reluctantly I released my grip on him, so that he could slide off me
and the couch. Once he had got up, I followed suit. I gave him a hand
setting the table, despite getting told numerous times that I didn't need
to.

Once the table was set, Caleb's dad had finished carving the meat. He was
now dishing up the plates. He brought them through to the table and we all
sat down and dug in. Oh my god, I have never eaten such a tender and tasty
roast before. The potatoes where cooked perfectly, and with a nice crispy
outside. The Greek salad. The Greek salad, well let's just say that I've
never eaten something so good in my life, it really was exquisite. I was in
culinary heaven. Caleb and his dad were trying so hard not to laugh at the
expressions of sheer delight, which was plastered all over my face.

After we finished the meal, I stood up and grabbed all the dirty dishes. I
then took them through to the kitchen, and stacked them on the bench. They
had no dishwasher, so I filled the sink with hot water put in the
detergent. I started to wash the dishes. Caleb's dad started to protest,
but I was having none of it. Caleb beat his dad to the kitchen, and grabbed
a tea towel to start drying.

"I'm not going to let you clean up Mr Mc Cullum. Not after that meal, that
was divine." I said to him. I was watching as he started to protest, but he
knew he was going to get nowhere. He went back to back to the table, and
sat down. He still surprisingly, didn't look too happy at the idea. It was
supposed to be his special treat for me. Now he felt that it was just a
dinner. He was a bit old fashioned in that aspect, as he believed that as
the treat was for me, then I should get out of doing everything. If I had
known, then I probably still would have done the dishes anyway. It was just
my way of saying thank.

"Yeah dad, we're not going to let you." Caleb chimed in. He didn't know
about his father's plans either. He had also been brought up having to do
the dishes. This time he just wanted to do them in spite of his father. He
felt that his dad had already done enough anyway. It was his turn to pay
him back.

So we washed up the dishes and cleaned down the bench. By the time we had
finished the kitchen was sparkling. I was proud of what we had
achieved. Judging by the big smile on Caleb's face, so was he. Having
finished in the kitchen, we were about to head to the lounge.

"Don't you two boys want any dessert?" Caleb's dad asked us. We stopped
dead in our tracks. We had never considered the prospect of pudding. I had
to cook for myself most of the time, so could never really be bothered with
it. For Caleb, he only got it as a special treat. His dad didn't want him
to eat too unhealthily, so made sure dessert wasn't a regular thing.

As much as I know he wanted to, he never hassled us about not listening to
him. He had tried to tell us, when we had flicked him off. We didn't care
though, as we had stopped him from doing the majority of the dishes. It
also gave us a chance to try and beat him again. I could tell by the look
in Caleb's face that he was up to the challenge.

For dessert he had made a traditional apple pie, and strawberry ice
cream. Yes, he made the ice cream too. Yet again, I was blown away with the
food. The ice cream was so creamy. It was almost like silk in your mouth,
with whole strawberries mixed in. The apple pie had a beautifully crispy
pastry, which just tasted so sweet. But it was not too sweet, at the same
time. The filling was the most beautiful tasting apples, with a good spicy
sauce. All in all, it was just outstanding. I was starting to wonder as to
whether he was a chef. I could also see why Caleb was so good at cooking,
he had a great teacher. He also had lots of practice too, as he had been
cooking most of the meals for a while.

"Mr Mc Cullum, I've never had food that tasted so good! By any chance are
you a chef?" I couldn't help it I just had to ask. I was being completely
honest when I said that his food was the best that I had ever tasted. I
haven't had much opportunity to eat meals of a high standard though. Mum
very rarely took me out to a restaurant, and when she did it was usually
some middle of the road establishment. I have never been a big fan of fast
food. And the food I eat at home is usually pretty basic. It is the biggest
disadvantage of having to cook for yourself. Feeding only one person also
doesn't give me a lot of enthusiasm to try to cook fancy meals.

"No Dan, I've just always enjoyed cooking. I've just learned how to cook
because it's a passion I have, but thank you for such a wonderful
compliment." Caleb's father was just glowing in the praise I had given
him. He had never really considered how good his cooking was, as he was
used to it. As his style had slowly developed, he never really noticed how
good he was getting. Caleb hadn't noticed either, as it was a slow
progression.

"You do cook a wicked meal. The other day when Caleb helped me cook, I was
able to tell that he has learned a lot from you. I was wondering if, when
you get the chance, as to whether you could teach me to cook too?" I asked
really hoping he would say yes. After having such a delicious meal, I
really wanted to be able to recreate it. The best thing for him was that he
didn't need to start from scratch, with me. I already know how to do the
basics.

"Sure, I don't see any problem with that." Caleb's dad replied. He was
still glowing from the praise I had given him before. He was also really
happy that he now had two apprentices. He had really enjoyed it when he had
taught his son to cook, unfortunately that was a while ago. Caleb had taken
over the reins cooking wise for a while, as he had been too busy at work
and coming home too late to cook. Then Caleb started having his problems,
and as a result lost interest in cooking. Caleb's dad was really hoping
that with me now wanting to learn from him, that Caleb might get his
passion for it back.

In the meantime while I was talking with Caleb's dad. Caleb had cleared the
table and washed the dishes. By the time that I realised what the little
sneak was up to, he was already grabbing the tea towel to dry them. I tried
to get there first, but it was all in vain. Caleb just gave me an evil
glare, and then he told me no. I had to go watch TV with his dad. So I did
as I was ordered to, getting laughed at by Caleb's dad. I was actually a
little upset about it, but I didn't say anything. I knew that Caleb's dad
would have no sympathy for me, as he didn't even want me to do the first
lot of dishes.

Caleb's dad used the time to set up a DVD, and start it running. I went
over to the couch and lay down. Caleb finished the dishes, just as the
movie was starting. He wandered over to the couch and lay down, snuggling
his back into me. He cuddled up as close as he could to me. I reached my
arms around him, and pulled him even closer. The skin on skin feeling was
electric. It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. The sort of feeling that I only
seem to get from his touch. He turned around once the movie had started,
and gave me a little kiss on the lips. Then he turned back, so he could
watch the movie that his dad had put on.

By the time the movie had finished we were fast asleep. Caleb's dad looked
over us, and smiled seeing our two glowing naked bodies snuggled in tight
together. We had blissful smiles on our face as we were still enjoying
those pleasant feelings in our sleep. He then stroked our hair and gave us
a little kiss, before he turned everything off and went to bed himself.

The next morning I wasn't woken up by Caleb, which surprised me. He was
still fast asleep in front of me. It was the deliciously delectable smell
of bacon sizzling in a frying pan, which had woken me up this
morning. Caleb had started to smell it to, as his nose started to
twitch. It then started to sniff, as his mind subconsciously tried to make
sense of the smell. He then slowly opened his eyes, and stretched out
yawning. Caleb now almost fully awake started to rub the sleep from his
eyes. I was actually enjoying watching Caleb wake up, but the smells
getting generated in the kitchen was making me hungry.

"Good morning, you two." Caleb's dad said in a soft friendly voice. He had
been watching as we woke up. He was smirking at our different waking up
routines. I stretch out before I wake up, whereas Caleb does it as he is
waking. It can be quite interesting to watch other people as they wake up.

"Good morning Mr Mc Cullum/dad." We chimed together. Then we got up off the
sofa, and started stretching out properly. We didn't even notice that we
were both sprouting our morning wood. We were still a bit drowsy, and our
eyes were still trying to get back into focus. The stretching helped to
wake us up, but we were now concentrating on the delicious smell coming
from the kitchen.

"I think you two need to go to the toilet, and wash your hands. Before you
come to the table, and have some breakfast." Caleb's dad said ever so
calmly. He said this with a slight nod of the head to refer to what he was
meaning. He wasn't concerned about it in the slightest, as he had been our
age, once upon a time. He knew it was only natural, so did everything he
could not to make a scene about it. Caleb was just getting comfortable with
his body again, and the last thing his father wanted was make him
embarrassed about it again.

We both looked down in unison, and finally realised that we had our morning
bone. We both blushed bright red at having been seen like that, but didn't
try to cover ourselves. Instead we just turned around, and followed our
hard bobbing peckers to the toilet. We did our business and washed our
hands. Then we returned to the dining room table for breakfast. By this
time our peckers had gone soft again.

Caleb's dad had finished up the cooking, and put the plates on the table by
the time we had returned. Breakfast looked awesome, and I was almost
running to the table to get mine. He had made French toast with fried bacon
and banana. It was drizzled with that wonderful nectar, maple syrup. It was
unbelievably good. He had the perfect blend of spices mixed into the eggs,
which he had dipped the bread into. The bread was nice and crunchy on the
outside, like all good toast should be. And it was perfectly cooked
inside. The bacon was Manuka triple smoked kiwi bacon, cooked to perfection
and it tasted divine. The banana just topped things off perfectly. I
thought he had created a meal worthy of the gods. While we were eating I
decided to ask him something a little personal to me.

"Mr Mc Cullum, would you mind if I just called you dad? Because you have
been so good to me, and you really do feel like a father to me." There I
said it. I had actually asked him to be my replacement father. I meant no
disrespect to my own father. It's just that I really missed having a father
figure in my life. I think Caleb would have been the same in regards to
having a mum. If he'd had the chance to really know his mother. At the
moment I think he is a bit scared of my mum, but I know that she has
probably already adopted him.

"I don't have a problem with that, son." He was smiling from ear to
ear. There seemed to be a glow coming from his face, after I asked him. He
had called me son. I was so happy to have a father figure again in my life,
that I almost knocked him off his seat, when I leaped up to give him a huge
hug. It's something that I've wanted to do for a long, long time. Ever
since my own father had passed on. It strange to think that something that
most people take for granted, can be the most important thing to someone
else. Like giving your father a hug. When you haven't had one for a while,
then you learn to appreciate giving your dad a hug even more. Even if it is
someone who you have just adopted, in order to replace your proper father.

He hugged back, and noticed me crying. So he started to stroke my back,
like my old father used to do. I started crying even more. Caleb had joined
us at this stage, and hugged us both for a short while. Then he went to
clean up after breakfast. His dad had told him to allow us some space at
the moment. Caleb being the sweet person that he is, listened as he knew he
would get his time with me. He knew this was father oldest son time, so to
speak. He was happy for me, even if I had taken his dad from him. Mind you
he was more than willing to share his dad, as he knew how much I missed
mine.

I was hugging my new father, and sobbing away for a while. I was really
enjoying the fatherly warmth coming from him. I had forgotten how
comfortable a good dad can make you feel. I was really glad he has let me
be his son. I finally noticed what Caleb was doing, and tried to go
help. But yet again, I was shot down in a flaming heap by Caleb.

"No, you go spend time with dad. I will do these." Caleb ordered like an
angel, who trying hard to be an arsehole manager of a major company. He
didn't pull it off in the slightest. He is too sweet for that. I don't know
if I could see him being a manager because I just don't think he has a mean
side to him. I was starting to get an evil glare again though. I decided
that I had better listen to him, and went back to hugging dad.

Dad and I sat there talking for a little while. I told him why I had wanted
him to be my dad, and how much I missed having a fatherly figure around. I
didn't really need to tell him because he already knew the reasons. But for
me it just felt so good to let out my feelings. I started to feel like I
was floating in the air, after having released myself from that burden. I'm
not saying my old dad was a burden. It is more the burden that I have been
carrying around with me, ever since he died. I do still feel a little
guilty about dad's death, but nowhere near what I used to feel.

It was nearing on 7:00am, so dad told us to get showered up and changed so
we could go. He wanted to make sure that I was early to my appointment. It
was because he was actually looking forward to spending a decent day in the
city with his two sons. He missed his trips to the city with Caleb. Caleb
had lost all will to do anything before I had met him. The only thing that
Caleb seemed to do without much encouragement was surfing. Before Caleb had
got all depressed, they used to have monthly trips into the city. They also
made a big deal of it when they went. Now that he not only had his son
back, but he also had another son too. Dad was really looking forward to
the trip today.

So we headed upstairs to the bathroom. It was your pretty standard white
walled bathroom. There was a large 1050 x 1050mm shower, with a standard
showerhead and mixer. The bath was also a decent size 1800 x 800mm
rectangular bath. The bathroom had a pretty standard vanity, but everything
looked clean and well maintained. But most importantly it looked lived in.

I have been very surprised that I haven't seen any boxes full of stuff
lying around, because they haven't long moved in. Caleb and his dad had
been really busy the first two days, after they moved in, unpacking all the
boxes and putting everything away. That was part of the reason as to why I
hadn't seen them, before I met Caleb in the surf. It had also acted as an
excuse for Caleb to not go out and explore his new town. Once they had
finished unpacking Caleb was a bit stuck, but still found excuses for a few
days not to leave the house. When Caleb realised that there was a surf
beach here, his attitude changed a little. He had decided to scope out the
beach. Then ended up having a surf, and well the rest is history.

Caleb started the water running in the shower, and adjusted the temperature
to suit us. Then we hopped in, and snuggled together under the high
pressure spray of water coming from the showerhead. We stood like this for
a while enjoying the water running over our sleek silky smooth bodies. But
mostly we were enjoying being together again.

After soaking like this for a few minutes I grabbed the soap and started to
lather Caleb up. I started with his chest, and moved down towards his
legs. I left his cute little package till the very end. I turned him round
so I could do his back, and those beautiful pale globes. Finishing his
back, I turned him around again and started on his pecker. I washed it
thoroughly, and it started to respond. But as soon as Caleb realised what I
was trying to do, he stopped me. He waved his pointing finger at me, the
way that mothers or school teachers do, when you get in trouble. He told me
not now, maybe tonight. With that I knew I better stop, so I handed him the
soap so he could do me.

Caleb was just so gentle while he washed me. It felt so special as his
hand, and the bar of soap explored every inch of my busied body, with a
light sensual touch because he was trying so hard not to hurt me. I think
my bruised body had made him even more gentle the normal, and I was really
appreciative of him for that. Even when he got to my pecker he seemed to
lightly touch it. He didn't even seem to put any pressure on it when he
pulled back the foreskin, and very gently cleaned my glands. After he was
done, I rinsed off. I gave him a huge hug and thanked him, for being so
special and gentle to me.

Then we stepped out after turning off the water, and grabbed a towel to dry
off. Again Caleb dried me off with his special gentle touch, I was starting
to wonder if he could hurt anything, as he was just so kind and tender. He
finished drying me, and then dried himself off. He wouldn't let me return
the favour, which made me a little hurt. I know he didn't mean anything by
it. He was just trying to be nice to me. I also think that he was just
ensuring that I didn't try to start anything.

To get changed we ended up in different rooms, as I had left my bag in the
lounge. He had to get his clothes from his room. I got changed into some
smart looking black dress pants that fit perfectly. But it wasn't tight
fitting, because I knew that I would have to get out of them again. I
threaded a black snap lock belt through the belt loops on my pants around
my waist, and did it up. Next I put on a white muscle shirt, to add an
extra layer of clothing because the temperature today was going to be a
cool 16 C (60 F). Then I pulled on a white collared long sleeve dress
shirt, with thin black lines going straight up and down, and also side to
side. I buttoned up the front, leaving only the very top button undone. I
also did up the buttons on the cuffs. Next I slid some black ankle length
socks on my feet, before putting on my polished black dress shoes and I was
done. I looked really smart, but not overdressed.

I heard Caleb start to come down the stairway, so I looked up to see
him. One look at him almost took my breath away. He was wearing tight red
cotton jeans, which fit very snuggly. You could even make out his tiny
bulge they were so well fitting. On top he had a black long sleeve stripe
shirt buttoned up, with a white muscle shirt on underneath. On his feet he
had a pair of white calf length socks, with a blue and red stripe around
the top. He had them pulled up. Topping it off was a pair of black Reef
skate shoes. In my mind anyway, he looked damn sexy. He had also combed his
hair mainly off to one side, with a part above the middle of his left eye.

His dad came down behind him. He had put on tight blue denim jeans. A white
and black checked long sleeved dress shirt, with a black muscle shirt on
underneath. Black socks and polished black dress shoes, which where narrow
with a square point at the toe end. Honestly I thought they were shoes that
a witch would wear. They had that sort of look to them.

Now that we were all changed, we then made sure that we had everything that
we need. We went out the door closing it behind us, and piled into the
car. The town is still that safe that no one bothers to lock their doors
when they go out. It's only if we are going to be away for a few days that
we bother to do such a thing. In all my time living here I have never heard
of a burglary occurring here.

Dad was in the driver's seat of the car. Us boys were in the backseat
hugging each other, and everyone was belted in. Dad started up the
car. Even for its age it started first time, without a hitch. The car was
still in pretty much pristine condition, because it was well looked
after. The only real sign of its age was that the dark blue seat covers
were starting to fade. We reversed out the driveway, and then drove through
town heading towards the city.

The drive to the city is long but spectacular. The narrow road meanders it
way along the edge of the harbour. I mean there is literally nothing
between the edge of the road, and the water lapping at the shore below
it. Well in a lot of places anyway.

There are lots of little bays and coves that the road skirts, as it follows
the path of the harbour. Some bays even have little beaches, with golden
sands glimmering in the sun. On the other side of the road all you could
see was cliff face. In some parts there was dirt and rocks on the road,
where the cliff had subsided a little due to the volume of rain we had
yesterday. The rain had stopped and the cloud had cleared, with the front
having passed us, and was heading up the country. But it had left a much
cooler southerly wind in its wake.

The sun was glimmering off the turquoise waters of the harbour. The air was
crystal clear, so you could make out every little detail from the peninsula
on the other side. The peninsular was hilly with lots of dormant volcanic
domes scattering the landscape. Down at the harbours edge there are a lot
of little towns scattered along the way, which seemed to get bigger the
closer to the city we got. At the lower level of the peninsular there was a
lot of green bush. But at the top it was very sparse of vegetation. Mainly
a dry looking light brown tussock was all that was growing there.

On our side of the harbour there is little in the way of towns. Every so
often there will be a driveway heading up the hill, to a house perched
somewhere up there overlooking the harbour. The first real settlement we
came to was settled on a bay, which had a little bit of flat land before
the hills towered up behind it. This was Debra bay, where our school was.

The school was the first thing we passed going towards the city. It was set
on a pretty big section of land, but there were only about three individual
buildings on it. There were two single storey prefab buildings. Both
buildings contained four separate classrooms. The first was for the primary
school students' years 1 – 4. In front of the building was a playground
for the little kids. Right beside the first building, was the other
prefab. This one was for years 5 – 8. The playground for these
classrooms was behind the building. But the older ones tended to hang round
the big courtyard in front of the last building.

The main building was a two storey, standard school building built
somewhere in the early 1900's. That was where the reception was. But mainly
it was the high school section of the school. Years 9 – 13. The fields
around it were overgrown, due to the fields not being used very often as
the school struggles to field a sports team, for any age group. There was
one part of the field that was maintained though, and that was the archery
range. Our school was the top school around when it came to archery. The
school looked a bit disorganised, but due to the landscape around it, there
wasn't a lot more they could have done. It's also only a rural school, so
doesn't rate very high in the governments agenda anyway.

The rest of Debra bay was just a single line of houses. Most of them were
the old beach style bach, with a couple of old cottages closer to the
water. All of the houses were old, nothing was new. There were probably
about 25 houses all up. Only one or two of them had any sort of fence. Most
looked abandoned due to the state of decay they were in, and none had any
sort of proper garden or lawn area. It was just and overgrown mess of beach
plants, mixed in with other wild native plants. It looked like a mess, even
worse than our town.

After about 1 hour and 40 minutes after we had left home, we rounded
another corner and were greeted with the spectacular sight, of an enormous
pearl white cruise ship berthed at a dock. We were on the edge of the first
real bit of civilisation. The port town of Charmers. It had become the
major port for the city after it was decided that the city didn't need two
big ports. The cost of dredging the harbour between the two places also
wasn't viable. So Charmers became the major port for all shipping traffic,
in order to reduce the costs. There was a major railway, and express way
between the two places, to reduce the freight time from the port to the
city.

The town of Charmers consisted of about 5000 inhabitants. The town centre
was an old port town style. All the facades had been fully restore, and
painted. They gleamed with the newly restored faith, that the town was
becoming an important player in the shipping industry again. It wasn't all
that long ago when the town was shabby and deteriorated. It had a lot of
abandoned boarded up shops. But with it becoming the major port for the
region, and the newly introduced cruise ship activity to the region, the
town was thriving and bustling with energy again. Above the town on a hill
sat an old stone church, which could be seen from anywhere in the town. But
the biggest stand out feature was the giant skyscraper of a cruise ship,
which dwarfed the town with its sheer magnificence.

Finally getting through the hustle and bustle of the town, we got on the
expressway. Within 20 minutes we were approaching the outskirts of the
city. It was NZ's first official city. Because it was the closest major
port to the gold fields in the gold rush days. The gold fields were central
from here, but the city thrived with new gold miners, arriving daily on big
sailing ships into any port they could get into. Lots of gold merchants set
up shop in the city, and soon the city was overflowing with wealth. Big
important buildings were soon being built on a grand scale, well by NZ
standards.

When the gold rush died, the city started to shirk as people went elsewhere
in search of work. The city soon lost its lustre, but like Charmers it is
thriving again. Most of the grand old buildings that are still standing
have been given a new lease on life. The population has stabilised with not
as many people leaving, and was probably starting to grow again.

It is a major university town. The university is one of the country's most
popular due to the high level of excellence achieved there. But also
because it has its own unique character. It is well known around NZ for its
parties and the other goings on, from the students, who have gathered the
nickname of scarfies. The university is NZ's first, and the original
buildings attract a lot of tourists wanting to take pictures of them.

Heading towards the city centre, we passed the grand old stone railway
station. It had the distinctive look of a giant gingerbread house. It is
the most photographed building in the country. Then we turned towards the
centre and passed the steep grey stone spire, of the first church, and into
the Octagon. The official centre of the city. We drove along the main
shopping street until we came to a parking building. We pulled in there and
found a park. Dad shut off the car and then turned to us. We were glowing
in excitement, and struggling to supress it, we were trying hard not bounce
around like little five year olds.

"Right you two, we are here. We have enough time to have a quick look
around the shops, before heading to Dan's appointment. But I want you two
to behave, and try not to show your feelings for each other in
public. There are a lot of people who wouldn't understand. Got it?" Dad
said sounding very stern. He started to scare us a little like we were in
trouble. He hadn't intended to, all he wanted was to make it perfectly
clear as to what he expected of us.

"OK." We mumbled together. We started to undo our seatbelts and get out of
the car. It was going to be hard not to jump Caleb every chance I got. But
I knew dad was right, and someone could take offense. Then we could end up
in a whole lot of trouble, and neither of us wanted that.

Unlike most NZ cities, everything is still very centralised here. All the
main shops and malls were in the city centre. In fact there weren't a lot
of shops in any of the suburbs, except things like supermarkets and petrol
stations. So if you want to do shopping here you head to the city centre,
not to some mall in some other part of the city. This gives the centre a
real bustle. With everyone doing there shopping here, it is busy all the
time and feels vibrant everywhere you go. There is a huge mix of people
here, from the locals to the out of Towner's. Not to forget the tourists
who have come from the cruise ship, or passing through in their campervans
as they explore the country, place by place. So there are lots of people
window shopping, taking photos of this, that and everything else. There
were lots of buskers trying to make some extra money. It really is probably
the most vibrant city centre left in NZ.

So we wandered around for a bit, doing a bit of window shopping. Then we
wandered the couple of blocks to the hospital. The hospital consisted of a
huge cluster of buildings spread over a couple of blocks. The main
buildings were all multi storey. They were unappealing brick buildings,
with a large main entrance which had huge glass sliding doors. We found our
way through the string of corridors to my doctor's office, rang the bell
and took a seat.

"Hello Dan, you're right on time. Will you follow me please?" My doctor
said. But I already knew the routine by know. I had been doing this for
long enough to know what was expected of me.

"Hello, Dr Miller. Oh by the way this is Caleb." I started to introduce
everyone as I followed him. He turned to acknowledge his new guests. Then
he stopped, and his mouth dropped open. Then just as quick he regained his
composure before interrupting me.

"My god, Bob it's you. I haven't seen you in ages." Dr Miller said
surprising me that he knew who my friend's dad was.

"Chris, I can't believe you're still doing this. But yes it has been a long
time about 9 years. It's a pity the last time we saw each other weren't
under better circumstances." Dad replied vigorously shaking the doctor's
hand, like a long lost friend. But he also had a tear running down his
cheek as he recalled the last time he had seen the doctor.

I had already worked out how they knew each other, at this point. But I
knew Caleb was confused. At this time I had made it to the examination
room, and started to strip. At the same time I explained to Caleb that Dr
Miller must have been his mum's doctor too.

"That's right. I used to look after your mum, unfortunately she didn't make
it. God the last time I saw you, you were yay high." Dr Miller said to
Caleb as he put his hand parallel to the floor, and held it about two feet
above it.

"You were a bright chirpy little thing, and judging by how happy you look,
nothing much has changed I see." He said smiling at the boy, recalling how
he was the last time he had seen him.

The doctor and dad talked for a bit longer, as I stripped off my clothes
and got onto the hospital bed. Dad explained what had happened to his
son. Dad also told him how they were getting along, now without his
wife. The doctor looked very concerned for the boy as his story got
told. Eventually they finished talking so the doctor could examine me.

"My god, what happened to you? You only said you had a bruise on your leg."
The doctor stated, in shock seeing bruises over almost my entire body.

"Yeah I did, till last night when I got caught in that hailstorm, while I
was walking to their house." I said, explaining what happened as I had
forgotten that I hadn't let him know in advance, like he likes me to.

"Well, I'll let you off this one since your adopted dad has told me how
good you've been." He smiled then started to examine my body. After he had
checked my head, arms and chest, he move down and gently lifted my
pecker. He examined that and my balls, before putting it back down and
moving on to my legs.

"Well it looks like you have finally started to grow." He had said, while
examining my dick and balls. I knew he meant nothing by it. He had just
been giving me a bit of a hard time the last few visits for having not hit
puberty, but I didn't care.

Examining my legs he saw a real hideous bruise from where I had hit the
rock, and then been pummelled by hailstones. He told me just to be safe
that he'd better send me for some tests on that particular bruise, to make
sure it was alright. Then he told me to turn over, so I rolled onto my
stomach. Seeing as I couldn't watch what Doc was up, to I focused my
attention to Caleb. He was just standing there wide eyed, and his mouth
hanging open. He seemed to be inspecting me as much as the doctor. Till he
noticed me watching him, then he blushed a bright red. I just smiled and
let out a little giggle.

"And what are you laughing about young man?" The doctor had noticed me
giggle, so wanted to know what the joke was. Caleb knew and started
giggling too, which set me off again.

"Oh nothing." I tried to say, while I had my giggles temporarily under
control. But I couldn't contain myself for long.

"Oh will you two love birds stop it." the Doc said. That got an immediate
reaction, as we stopped laughing, in complete shock from what he had just
said. The Doc reassured us that he didn't care, but pointed out that it was
rather obvious. He added though that if he hadn't heard Caleb's story, he
would have just thought we were really good friends. Then he got to the
down and dirty and gave us a talking to. Not a lecture more friendly
advice, about my condition and sex. By the time he had finished us two boys
were really red in the face from embarrassment. The two adults just laughed
at us.

I was given a hospital gown to put on, and then told to lie on the bed. The
Doc explained to dad and Caleb about the tests, and said I should be ready
in a couple of hours, if they wanted to come back then. But Caleb refused
to go, stating that if I couldn't enjoy being in the city then neither
would he. His dad agreed that he would prefer to wait, like he would if it
was Caleb. I had grown that much on the man that I really was like a son to
him.

After a couple of hours, I was back in the room with everyone. The doctor
went over the test results, which put me in the clear. Dr Miller then went
on to tell everyone my medical story. He went on to say, that I was his
favourite patient because of it. He liked having someone who pushes the
boundaries with their condition. Most try to cover themselves with cotton
wool, and live as safer life as possible. Whereas, I push the
limits. Instead of letting it ruin my life, I've always tried to live a
normal life of a boy. Even if it has got me into severe trouble, on a few
occasions. That was what the doctor liked about me. He would pull the lead
in if he had to, but most of the time he let me run free. I've grown to
learn what I can and can't do. And aside from freak accidents, I very
rarely need the doc anymore. He said that he sort of misses seeing me. He
especially misses the arguments we use to have, which always ended with us
both having to negotiate. Because it proved to him, and a lot of other
people, that you can lead a normal life. You've just got to know which
boundaries you can push, and which ones you can't. In other words the doc
liked me because I constantly presented him a challenge.

With the check-up complete the doc wrote me out a new prescription. We all
shook his hand and left again. We then had to try and find our way through
the labyrinth of corridors in the hospital, to get to the pharmacy. I
handed the pharmacist my prescription, and waited for about 5 minutes till
it was ready. Then I collected and paid for it out of my own money. We then
left the hospital, and headed back to the shops.

It was about 2:15 in the afternoon, and we decided that we were hungry. So
we went in search of some food. We decided we just wanted something quick,
so we went to the big M. We got some burgers, fries and a drink. Compared
to what we had been eating this tasted like cardboard. I couldn't work out
why it was so popular. Even the cola was gross and syrupy. I really wasn't
impressed with the food, and decided that I would never waste my money
there again.

After that I suggested that maybe we could catch a movie, and that I would
shout. So we walked down the road towards the Octagon, as there was a movie
theatre there. Going inside, it was just a standard movie theatre, the same
as you get anywhere in the world. The movie we wanted to watch was a
computer animated film about a bunch of talking animals in the ice age, it
was the 3rd instalment. I hadn't seen it yet. We were lucky as there was a
screening in 10 minutes time. So we brought our tickets, a big cup of
popcorn drizzled with butter, and a big cup of cola each.

We then headed towards the theatre. We handed the tickets to the clerk, at
the entrance to the theatre. We wandered into the theatre, and looked
around for a seat. We couldn't find three empty seats in a row, so we took
the next best option. We grabbed two empty seats in the back row by the
corner. Caleb and I shared a seat. I sat down first, and he sat down in my
lap and rested against me. As the lights started to dim, I wrapped my arms
around him giving him a hug. I was in heaven. I just loved the feel of his
body against mine. It didn't matter if we had clothes on or not, the
feelings were still just as intense.

We watched the movie, and all three of us thoroughly enjoyed it. I think
Caleb and I enjoyed it more and not just coz it was a kid's movie, if you
get my drift. The movie had ended, but we just stayed in our seats waiting
for everyone else to leave. Then we got up and headed out the door. I
needed to go to the toilet, so once we had returned to the lobby I looked
around till I found what I was looking for. I told dad that I needed to go
and he said he would just wait here for me.

So off I went through the toilet doors. I had a quick look around. There
were a row of ceramic urinals all lined up, and beyond that were the
cubicles. But no one was in here, so I stepped up to one of the urinals and
unzipped my pants. I fished around for the fly in my black boxers. I undid
the button on my boxers, and pulled my dick out and let go.

It was at this stage that I realised someone had followed me in. It didn't
surprise me, to see that it was Caleb. He had already got his dick out of
his pants, before he even stepped up to the urinal. I couldn't do anything
else but stare at his prick, as he approached the urinal and let rip. The
thin stream of light yellow piss coming from his small little dick was all
I could concentrate on. He was watching me the same way. I finished peeing
first, but I hadn't realised before Caleb had finished. He shook out the
last few drops, and tucked it away. Then he zipped himself up, before
looking straight into my face. He smiled at me. Finally I returned to
reality. I shook myself off and tucked it away. I was feeling a bit
sheepish for being so blatant, and staring at Caleb. But he didn't care he
had been watching me the same way too.

Finally all zipped up. We made our way to the sinks. We washed our hands
using the soap from the soap dispenser thingy, that was on the wall behind
the sinks. Then air dried our hands under an old loud air drier. Then we
left the toilets to go and find dad.

"Bout time you two came out. I was starting to wonder whether I might have
to go in there to break something up." Dad joked. He gave us a warm smile,
and tousled our hair. He really was starting to wonder as to whether he
should be keeping a better eye on us, but even then I don't think he would
stop us. We could help it, as we were too caught up in each other to care
too much.

Then we headed back for the car. I had latched onto Caleb pretty much as
soon as we got in the backseat of the car. Caleb also had me in a tight
embrace. It had seemed like forever since we last had a hug, so we were
trying to make up for lost time. I saw dad take a glance through the rear
view mirror. He just shook his head. Even he couldn't' believe how quickly
we had attached ourselves together. We just sat while in a tight embrace as
dad took us home, well that's what we thought.

Instead of heading the direction for home, dad went the opposite way. We
were heading towards the southern end of the city. We eventually turned,
and went down a little red brick one way road. It had a few restaurants on
one side of the road, and a concrete sea wall on the other. Dad found a car
park that overlooked the sea. I instantly knew where we were. We were at
the city's main surf beach St Clare.

We got out and headed towards one of the restaurants. It was set on top of
a small hill. It was higher than the rest of the restaurants, so gave a
much better view over the ocean. We found a table at the front of the
restaurant, which had massive windows to give an uninterrupted view to the
sea. We took a seat and got comfortable. The waitress came over and took
our drinks order and gave us a menu. It was so hard trying to concentrate
on reading the menu. I was too busy watching all the surfers outside
catching the famous St Clare waves.

It looked to be about 2 – 3 ft. but the waves were a bit crumbly due to
the southerly. But it was still clean enough to surf. There were heaps of
surfers out though. I have never seen so many surfers out in one spot,
except in surf magazines from overseas. But the pictures I had seen from
overseas made this crowd look tiny by comparison. The waitress had come
back with our drinks at this stage. She was ready to take our orders. Dad
ordered the pan seared Salmon. Caleb got Fish and Chips, and I was in a
rush reading the menu trying to decide what I wanted. In the end I just got
Fish and Chips too.

It was such a wonderfully setting. There was a nice ambience to the
restaurant. The room was dimly lit, to give an almost romantic feel. The
conversations from the other tables were hushed making it seem like a quiet
and peaceful place to have a meal. It was taking all my will power not to
push my chair closer to Caleb, so that I could hug him. The mood of the
restaurant was making it even harder. Instead we both just tried to focus
straight out the window, and watch that action in the water. It seemed to
work, and took our minds off each other, temporarily at least.

"I thought you two might enjoy this place. And I'm glad you have kept
yourselves apart." Dad joked quietly so no one else could hear. But his
voice didn't seem to travel very far due to the design of the room, so I
don't think anyone would have heard him even if he had talked normally.

"It's so cool here. But with this setting, it's very hard not to at least
hug Caleb." I answered back to dad. I had been honest with what I had
said. Strangely I also said it as quiet as I could, even though I knew that
my voice wouldn't travel too far. Caleb just nodded in agreement. I could
see that he was now sitting on his hands to avoid temptation.

"Well you two are doing a good job. It won't be too long before we are back
in the car for the long drive home." Dad said giving us a wink. He was
really pleased that we were behaving ourselves, as he really hadn't
expected it. He had prepared himself to have to tell us off, at least
once. But he didn't have too, as somehow Caleb and I found a way to keep
ourselves apart. Well aside from the couple of opportunities that had
presented themselves. But I think that we both were really looking forward
to the drive home.

We idly chatted for a while, until our food turned up. The wait was
definitely worth it. The food was delicious, although I still think dad
cooks better. The chips were perfectly cooked, tender in the middle, while
crunchy on the outside. The fish was awesome. It was a beer battered Blue
Cod. The batter was cooked perfectly, crunchy on the outside, but most
importantly cooked through. So there was none of that gross gooey batter
clinging to the fish when it's not cooked properly. There was a small salad
on the side, which I was disappointed with. Like with a lot of restaurants
the salad was neither here nor there. The portion was hardly worth even
putting on the plate, and you could tell that not a lot of thought had gone
into it. But aside from that the meal was really good.

Dad's meal looked really scrumptious too. The layered potato, or potato
pave' was splendidly cooked. The salmon looked like it had just been caught
out of the harbour, before it was cooked. It was that fresh. The citrus
beurre blanc and red pepper salsa that was drizzled over top just set the
whole dish off perfectly. It looked so good that I almost wish that I had
ordered it myself. I think Caleb was thinking the same thing, as he was
ogling his father's food. We got offered a bite and accepted it. By god it
tasted as good as it looked.

Once we had finished, we just sat back and relaxed for a minute. We got
asked as to whether we wanted dessert, but we declined. The food we had
just eaten had filled our tummies up to the brim. Knowing I couldn't get
away with this any other way, I excused myself to go to the toilet. But
instead of going to the toilet, I went to the counter to pay. When I got
back I noticed that Caleb had gone. So I asked dad where he had
gone. That's when I got a funny look from him.

"Well I take it you didn't go to the toilet then, so if not what did you
just do?" Dad asked, even though I think he already knew the answer. He was
glaring at me. Not in a bad way, just the sort of glare that tells you,
that they hope that you didn't just do what they think you did. You know
that sort of glare.

"I paid for dinner." I said sheepishly. Then I thought no I shouldn't be
ashamed at having just paid the bill. He had done so much for me today,
that I felt that it was my way of saying thanks. If it hadn't been for dad,
then I never would have met Caleb either, so I owed him for that too.

"And I did it because you have already done a huge amount for me, so it was
the least I could do." I said a little more firmly this time. I was a
little red in the face though, as I was arguing with an adult about paying
for tea. It wasn't really an argument, but I was still a little
uncomfortable with it.

"Thank you. But I could say the same about how much you've done for us."
Dad said. But he knew he was fighting a losing cause, so gave up for the
moment anyway. He could tell that I was really stubborn, when I had my mind
set on something. Dr Miller had also told him as to how stubborn I can
be. He figured it best to just let this issue rest for the moment. He would
get his way sooner or later.

I got a nasty glare from Caleb once he had finally returned. I had to try
hard not to laugh coz I knew he was only mad at me, because I wasn't in the
toilet when he walked in. He didn't know what I had just done, but I think
that he would have been on my side anyway. Now that Caleb had come back, we
all headed out the door. We thanked the wait staff for the awesome meal,
and experience on our way out. They gave us a warm smile, and told us that
we were welcome back anytime. Then we went back to the car.

This time we started heading towards home. Only stopping once on the way
back, and that was to get some gas. That led to another argument over who
was going to pay. I won again, but this time I had to compromise. We ended
up paying for half each. I had to go in with dad so that he could make sure
that I didn't pay for the lot. Then we set off on the long journey back
home. Caleb and I were in the backseat in our usual position. I decided to
tease his cock for a bit, knowing dad was going to have to concentrate on
the road too much to notice what we were up to. So I slipped my hand down
the front of his tight jeans and gave his pecker a couple of tugs.

The next thing I know, dad is looking down on us trying to wake us up. I
still had my hand down Caleb's pants. I noticed that there was a hand down
my pants too. Dad was just looking down on us smiling. He knew that nothing
had happened, but he thought that we still looked adorable. I was still
groggy, trying to shake the sleep from my head. Caleb didn't even want to
wake up. Dad had to wake him numerous times, before he realised that we
were home, and it was time to get out of the car.

"We're home." he said, softly now that we were starting to wake up. I had
pulled my hand from Caleb's pants by this stage. Caleb was starting to do
the same, blushing a little at having been caught with his hand down my
pants. His mind still wasn't there, and he looked like he had woken from
the dead. I don't think that I looked much better. I sure as hell didn't
feel it. I never realised how tired I was, until now when I had just been
woken up.

Dad helped his son out of the car first. He led Caleb into the house,
before coming back out for me. He helped me up to Caleb's room, and onto
bed. He then gave us both a kiss on the forehead, and then left the room
and closed the door behind him. We were still so tired that all we did was
snuggle together, and fall straight back asleep fully clothed.

I awoke early the next morning, seeing those magical blue eyes staring back
at me. Caleb had been laying there waiting for me to wake up. As he saw my
eyes start to flitter open, he snuggled closer just watching my eyes. He
was just waiting for me to wake up properly. Having woken up properly Caleb
leaned over and gave me a big kiss on the lips. I return the kiss then
parted my lips slightly and stuck my tongue out, and found the waiting
opening of his mouth. So I pushed in further. We tongue wrestled for a bit,
as I started to unbutton his shirt. After getting the last button undone I
started to pull it off. He rolled over so that he was on top of me to make
it easier. Once his dress shirt was off I pulled the bottom of his muscle
shirt up. Caleb broke the kiss temporarily as the shirt came up over his
head.

We returned back to kissing, and I wrestled my way back on top. Then I
slowly started to kiss him down his body. I started with the neck, and
slowly proceeded to his chest. Giving his nipples a flick with my tongue as
I got to them. I felt them stiffen up at my light touch, and he let out a
small moan. I proceeded slowly kissing down his body towards the navel. It
was just light sensual kisses, but I could tell it was driving him
crazy. It wasn't just due to the bulge trying to burst from his tight
fitting pants, but he was squirming round like a fish out of water. I gave
his bellybutton a kiss, and stuck my tongue in it causing him writhe around
more. Next I moved to his pants, and I gave his bulge a few kisses through
the fabric.

He was so worked up by now, that I wasn't sure if he would last long enough
to get my mouth over his boyhood. But I had to try, so I undid the top
button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. Then I struggled as I
pulled his tight fitting pants down. Once his pants were at his ankles I
started to kiss up his now bare legs. Caleb was really starting to squirm,
and moan I knew he was close. But I kept up my torture, just like he had
done to me. I kept up the kissing, going up his inner thigh till I got to
his black briefs. I ripped them down to his ankles, hearing his hard little
sausage slap against his pubis as it got released from it confines.

Knowing how close he was, I wasn't going to mess around too much longer. So
I grabbed his rock hard dick and pulled the foreskin back, exposing his
pinkish red glands to the elements. I then licked up his inner thigh till I
got to his little balls. I sucked his balls into my mouth, and gave them a
gentle massage with my tongue. Then I let them slip from my mouth, and
licked up his 3 inch bone to his exposed glands.

That was all the boy could take, as he arched his back off the bed. I could
feel his balls contract, and watch them disappear deep inside his warm
sweaty body. Then he exploded in pleasure. His prick went crazy as it tried
to empty the contents of his already empty balls. I couldn't even get it in
my mouth like I wanted too. His prick was twitching so uncontrollably, as
his climax ripped through him. It was fun to watch though, as it looked
like it was doing a little dance while pumped up on some type of drug.

"Humph, Humph, ahhh, ohhhh , ahhh, jeezeus, my fucking god!"  He
screamed. It was so loud that I hoped like hell his dad hadn't heard
it. Then he collapsed on the bed in a heap. He was panting like crazy, and
sweating profusely. The sweat on his body was causing him to glow, or was
it just the afterglow from his exhilarating experience. Either way his body
was glowing, like a lighthouse on a dark and stormy night. He looked really
sexy lying there, trying to recover from such a pleasurable experience.

We just lay there awhile. I had gone back to hugging him. Whereas he was
just lay there trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm he had just
had.

"Time to get up and take a shower." I told him after about 10 minutes. I
then gave him a kiss on the lips. He reached round me neck and pulled me
closer kissing me back. His kiss was intense, as he was still feeling the
effects of his climax. He was like a boy possessed. I was really getting
into it to, but he stopped before long.

"Thank you. That was so unbelievable. No one has ever given me such
pleasure before." Caleb whispered in my ear. His voice was croaky as he
still hadn't fully recovered from his mind blowing experience. His face was
glowing even more than the rest of his body, probably because he was still
a little flushed. His hair was matted to his scalp, due to sweating so
much. He looked really adorable, and I was so glad that he was all mine.

"Now you know how you made me feel the other day." I whispered back. I gave
him a quick peck on the lips, and then got up out of bed. I then walked to
the bathroom to get the shower ready. I quickly stripped off, and jumped
into the shower. Shortly after Caleb finally joined me, he was staggering
around as he walked, as his legs were still a little weak and shaky. I
soaped him up, but he wouldn't let me clean his pecker, because it was
still too sensitive to touch. I finished cleaning him and then he started
to clean me up. He washed my back first, which I thought was odd because we
had usually been doing the front first. But eventually he soaped up my
front, and then started to clean my pecker. He pulled the foreskin back,
and gave it a lick.

Before I knew what he up to, he had engulfed my prick in his warm moist
mouth. My prick responded the only way that it knew how to, at Caleb's
gentle sensual touch. I was quickly erect, and in immense pleasure as Caleb
sucked on my now rock hard prick. I moaned a long drawn out moan as the
pleasure increased to levels far beyond what I had expected so soon. I was
lost in the moment, couldn't even feel the warm water from the shower
washing over me.

Caleb slowly pulled his lips of my prick. He then fully pulled back my
foreskin to expose my glistening cheery red glands. He then started to lick
around my knob, like he was licking an ice cream as it was melting away. My
legs were buckling because of how intense the feelings were. I was really
struggling to stay on my feet. If he kept this up I knew I would explode
any second. I was sweating heavily, but the rushing water from the shower
was washing it away and down the drain, as fast as my body was producing
it.

Caleb having felt my body tensing stopped licking my sensitive glands. He
took my smooth hairless ball sack into his mouth instead. He gently
massaged my balls with his coarse wet tongue. I could feel my sack
shrivelling up in his mouth. My balls were starting to contract up into my
body. I was only seconds away from exploding. Caleb let my balls slip from
his mouth. And he stood up, making absolutely sure he didn't accidently
touch my throbbing prick, as he kissed me passionately.

Once he felt that I had settled down enough, he broke the kiss and dropped
back to his knees. Now he was licking all around the shaft of my throbbing
hard prick. The way he was licking up my shaft, was like it was an ice
block. He seemed to be enjoying the taste like it was one too. I was really
starting to moan in pleasure again, and was hoping that he would finish me
off quick. My legs were barely able to hold my weight, and I was starting
to worry that I might collapse before he finished me off.

He pulled my foreskin right back again, before he took my hard prick as far
into his mouth as possible. He gagged a little as he forced my prick a
little too deep into his mouth. He then closed his lips tightly around the
shaft of my prick, and started to try to deep throat me. The feelings were
unbelievable, and before long I was thrusting my prick as far down his
throat as he could manage. It quickly became all too much. My body went as
rigid as an ironing board, and my balls contracted as far into me as they
could.

I then thrust as deep as I could get into Caleb's mouth, and I erupted. I
lost all my senses as my prick went completely spastic in Caleb's eagerly
awaiting mouth. A tiny amount of my boy seed erupted out of my pee slit,
like a volcanic eruption. With my balls now completely of my thin watery
juice, my prick then started firing blanks. I felt Caleb swallow my cum. As
my prick was still deep down his throat, it drove me crazy again. And
another wave of explosive pleasure ripped through me.

"Humph, Humph, ahhh, ohhhh , ahhh, jeezeus!" I screamed. It was louder than
what Caleb had done a short time earlier. I was now completely spent. My
legs were really shaking and struggling like crazy to support my weight. I
slumped against the wall of the shower, and slid down to the floor. My legs
were far too weak now, to be able to support my weight any longer. Caleb
leaned over to my immobile body, and planted a heavy kiss on my lips. My
eyes were firmly shut, as I was too exhausted to be able to open them. I
just sat there slumped against the side of the shower, while the water was
still washing over my glowing body. Caleb just continued to kiss me, until
he sensed that I had recovered enough.

"I told you that I was more interested in making you happy." he
whispered. He had a smirk plastered on his face. He was still glowing, I
could see now that I was finally able to open my eyes again. His glow
seemed to have a new vibrancy about it. It was almost like Caleb had got
himself off again, just from getting me to cum. I hoped that he wasn't
serious about not wanting me to do stuff for him. But for him the ultimate
joy was seeing the other person getting so much pleasure.

It took me a long, long time to recover from my orgasm. Once I finally had
enough strength to stand up again, I did so. But my legs were still very
shaky and still struggling to be able to hold my weight. Caleb had to help
me to get out of the shower. He sat me back down so that he could dry me
off. He also dried himself before helping me to my feet again. He walked me
over to his bed, supporting my weight the whole way. I was really
struggling to stay on my feet, let alone walk as well. He then laid me down
on his bed, and hopped in beside me embracing me in a loving hug.

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