Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 22:21:28 -0500
From: The Jongolier <jongolier@myself.com>
Subject: The Mountain Cabin Part 2

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THINGS CHANGE

I don't even remember falling asleep, but
when I woke I was cold yet again and longing
for his warm little body.  I cracked my eyes
open a little and didn't see him in the bed
next to me.  When I raised my head it became
apparent that he wasn't in the room at all.
I sighed longingly and got out of bed to take
a shower, looking at the clock on the dresser
and noticing that it was nearly nine o'clock
in the morning.  While I took the time to pee
and brush my teeth I kept hoping Matt would
come walking in with that brilliant smile he
so often wore but he was nowhere to be found.
I got dressed in loose board shorts and a big
t-shirt.

When I walked out into the living room I was
greeted by the sounds of Saturday morning
cartoons blasting from the television in the
kids' room.  I went inside and found Colin
and Stephen sitting cross-legged in front of
the TV, totally in a trance.  I looked over
at the bed where Matt usually slept to find
him curled under the covers, fast asleep.  He
must have been really tired because the
volume on the TV was so loud that I'm sure
the neighbors three miles away could hear it.
I unceremoniously turned the volume down,
ignoring the whining protests of my younger
cousins, and left to make breakfast.

One of my many hobbies is cooking, something
I enjoy greatly, so I often made breakfast
for the whole family.  I decided to make more
than usual as I was sure that Matt needed it
after the festivities the night before.
While I whipped up the batter for some
crepes, Matt snuck in and opened the
refrigerator, looking for some juice as
usual.

"How ya' doin', buddy?" I asked.  He grunted
a response while drinking some orange juice
directly from the carton.  He replaced the
carton in the fridge and walked out without
saying a word.  I felt hurt that he was
ignoring me, but I shrugged it off and soon
forgot about it to the details of cooking a
first class breakfast.

Within a half hour all of us were clustered
around the table, munching loudly on
sausages, crepes, and toast.  A pot of
steaming grits sat in the middle of the table
as well as some watermelon I had just sliced.
Matt was sitting as far from me as possible
and not really responding to the rest of us.
I began to panic that I had freaked him out
the night before.  My grandmother praised my
cooking and stood up to go get ready for the
day.  She was going to take the boys to the
ice-rink in town to do some skating.  I was
going to stay home and work on repairing the
dock which ran from the patio out into the
lake.  My grandmother owned two boats, one a
small row boat with a two-horsepower motor
for fishing, and another larger boat with two
outboard fifty-horsepower motors for skiing.
Both were in good shape but the dock was
beginning to lean to the right noticeably.
The heavier boat was always moored on the
left and its gentle pressing against the dock
had begun to loosen the pilings.  I was going
to poor some new cement down the holes in the
bottom of the lake and switch the sides that
we moored the boats on.  It wasn't fun but it
gave me an excuse to do another one of my
hobbies, SCUBA diving.

As the boys ran off to change into their
clothes, I grabbed Matt and asked him to help
with the dishes.  He groaned his disapproval
but stayed to help.  We cleaned up the
considerable mess without saying anything, my
heart breaking that he wouldn't talk.  I
finally decided that I must have really
freaked him out.

When it was time for all of them to go, Matt
announced that he wasn't going.  He was too
tired, by his own admission.  My grandmother
shrugged it off and took the two bouncing ten
year olds out to the car.  I watched as Matt
sulkily plodded into the kids' room, my heart
still breaking.  I wanted to go talk to him,
but I knew that he needed to work things out
by himself first so I let him go and started
to get my SCUBA gear out of the closet.

A half hour later I was mixing the Portland
cement for the pilings in a trough I had
dragged out onto the dock.  After mixing it
into a cake-frosting-like mixture I shoveled
some into an oversized pastry funnel made out
of waterproof canvas.  I strapped on my BCD
and my tank and jumped lightly into the water
behind the row boat.  I had already lashed
the dock upright with ropes tied to the
corner of the patio and now all I needed was
to squeeze the cement into the bases of the
pilings.  I dove down with the concrete,
being careful not to squeeze it prematurely,
and began the long task in the cold water.

When I had finished with half the pilings,
having refilled my funnel three times
already, I surfaced to find two little white
feet hanging inches from the water in front
of my face.  Without thinking I tickled the
bottom of them and swam around to the ladder,
reveling in the tittering giggle Matt let
loose.  Well, if he can laugh at least he's
not that bad off, I thought to myself as I
climbed the ladder.  I was happy to see a
smile once again brightening up his face.

"Here," he said sheepishly, "I'll help."  He
reached up and helped me get my tank off and
held my BCD so I could climb out of it.  I
had elected not to wear a wetsuit, this being
the middle of summer, and there were red
welts where the weight of the vest had rubbed
against my shoulders.

I sat down heavily on the dock and dangled my
feet off the edge, catching my breath.  Matt
sat down next to me, his hip resting lightly
against mine, and rested his little head on
my shoulder.  "I'm sorry," he said in a small
voice.  I instantly forgave him.

"That's okay, kiddo.  Did I freak you out?" I
asked in reply.

"A little.  But it felt so good!" he replied
sheepishly.

"I'm sorry I freaked you out," I said.  We
sat for some time and listened to the sounds
of the wind flowing through the trees and the
water lapping gently against the underside of
the boats.  We didn't need to talk about it;
we just sat there enjoying the time together.

After a bit he asked, "Did you mean what you
said last night?"

"What part, Matt?" I asked.

"The part about me being beautiful.  No one
has ever said that to me before."

My heart soared.  "Of course I meant it.  You
are beautiful, so beautiful I couldn't help
but kiss you last night.  I don't say things
I don't mean to people I love, Matt."

"I love you too," he said.  Every time he
said those words I could feel little excited
signals from my heart spread slowly through
my whole body, making their deliberate way
all the way to the tips of my fingers.
Before I could respond he titled his head up
at me and kissed me on the cheek.

"We'll take it slow, okay?" I said after a
moment.  "We'll go at whatever speed you
want.  How's that?"

"Okay," he replied.  "Can I help you finish?"
he asked, deftly changing the subject.

I smiled at him and tousled his hair,
something I knew he secretly loved.  "Of
course.  Go get your gear."  He jumped up
excitedly and came back a few minutes later
with his own BCD, tank, and octopus valve.
His gear had been mine when I was his age.
My father had taught me how to dive just
before he died and I had taught Matt and his
brothers when they each turned ten.  In fact,
Colin and Stephen were just getting good
enough for me to feel comfortable taking them
out past the dock and into the deeper parts
of the lake.  The lake itself was private,
owned by ten or so families, so there wasn't
a whole lot of boat traffic, lending the
water a clarity that most lakes only dream
of.  If you get out towards the middle, where
depths exceed 200 feet, the water is a
crystal blue and you can see forever.

I watched Matt get himself into his gear
while I went through the long process of
refilling my tank at the little station my
father had built on the bank right next to
the dock.  After watching him struggle to get
into his wetsuit, Matt was always more
sensitive to the cold, I decided that it was
maybe time to give him my suit from when I
was thirteen.  It would be loose on him but
it would fit better soon.  He eventually got
geared up and I joined him on the edge of the
dock, slinging my tank back into place.  I
double checked his setup, making sure he had
the valve on the right way and that he had
enough weight strapped on, before jumping in.
He waited until I surfaced out away from the
dock before he jumped in.

We gave each other the okay sign and headed
down the fifteen feet to the bottom of the
next piling.  With two people the job went
much faster and we were soon finished.  When
I checked his air supply and mine I found
that we had about another half hour left so I
motioned for him to follow me.  He nodded and
we headed deeper into the lake.  I reached
into a pocket and pulled out a floating flag,
letting it rise gently to the surface.  It
was tethered to me by a thin rope and I hoped
that any passing boats would see it and veer
away.  Any new homeowners on the lake were
advised that we often dove in the lake and
that they knew to veer away from any diving
flags floating on the surface.  In the six
years I had been diving the lake I had only
had one boat go overhead, and that one simply
didn't see the flag.  I usually used a
bigger, more visible flag but I hadn't
planned on diving this far out so hadn't
brought it.  I didn't foresee a problem,
though.

We swam on for a few minutes until we came to
the shadowy shape of a sunken boat on the
bottom.  The boat was ours, it had broken
from it's mooring during a thunderstorm and
had actually been hit by lightning.  What
parts didn't burn sank quickly to the bottom
and we had been diving around it for years.
Matt had been here before but he always liked
it.  I watched him swim ahead, his powerful
boy body propelling him easily through the
water, and head around the sunken hulk.  We
played tag for a few minutes around it before
I motioned that we needed head back.  Matt
swam up next to me and we headed out.  About
half of the way back he reached out and
grabbed my hand.  We swam all the way back
like that, just enjoying each other's
presence in the deep blue of the lake.

When we surfaced at the dock we removed our
masks and smiled at each other.

"That was fun," Matt said excitedly.
"Thanks."

"You're welc. . ." I said before Matt planted
a big smack of a kiss on my lips, neatly
stopping me mid-sentence.

"Oops, sorry," he said mischievously before
practically flying up the ladder, trying to
get away from my reaching arms.  I envied his
energy and climbed up behind him, quite a bit
slower.  We helped each other get our
equipment off, setting it out on the dock to
dry.  I peeled my suit off, Matt watching me
hungrily, and helped him get his wetsuit off.
It was definitely getting too small.  When
his own swim trunks were off and lying on the
dock next to mine, I grabbed him around the
waist, lifting him off the dock, and threw
him neatly back in the water.  He howled in
surprise and climbed back up the ladder.
Before I could grab him again he reached
around me and gave me a cold, wet hug.

"Aiya!" I exclaimed.  "That's cold!"

"Tell me about it!" he replied, laughing.  I
kissed him lightly on the top of the head
before we began to pick up our swimsuits and
his wetsuit.  On our way into the house we
hung them on a clothesline along the side of
the house.  We spent a long moment at the
line just admiring each other's naked body in
the bright sunlight.  My love for Matt had
changed my view of his tight little body so
much; he was so attractive I ached to touch
him.  True to my word, however, I simply
grabbed his hand and led him over to the
lounge chairs for some sunbathing.  We sat
next to each other in silence; his warm
little hand enclosed in mine, and just
enjoyed the warm sun on our bodies.  We
chatted softly about nothing in particular
for a while before heading inside.

Without a word, Matt pulled me back to the
shower.  He started the water, still silent,
and motioned for me to follow him in.  The
shower in my room was a built-in model with
no bathtub like most showers have nowadays.
It was large enough for three of us so we had
plenty of room.  I didn't want to spoil the
moment by talking so I stayed silent,
watching the object of my affection lather up
the loofah just as the night before.  Still
not talking, he motioned for me to stand in
front of him.  Because his back was to the
water I wasn't getting any wetter but I think
that was his plan.  He turned me around away
from him and began to lightly scrub my back.
It felt wonderful to have that light pressure
and the slight scratchiness wash the lake
slime from my skin.  He pressed hard into my
shoulders and ran lightly down my arms.  I
felt his hand lift up my arm so I lifted it a
bit higher.  He slipped under my arm and down
my side.  After repeating on the other arm he
began to rub the loofah along my buttocks
very gently.  As I visibly relaxed he pressed
harder.  The tension began to leave me as
this little master of shower massage
continued.  He worked on the backs of my legs
and down to my ankles.

He pulled the shower head off the wall and
used the warm spray to rinse me off before
motioning for me to turn around.  He looked
up at with me with smiling eyes as he
replaced the shower head onto the wall and
began to soap up my front.  He rubbed all
along my chest, using his soft little thumbs
to clean my hard nipples, and down along my
belly.  I wasn't in the greatest shape but I
did try to take care of myself so he had a
little bit of a six pack to explore.  He felt
the ridges around the little squares of
muscle on my belly with his finger before
beginning to soap up my upper thigh.  He had
skipped my crotch entirely, driving me to new
levels of sexual frustration.  And I loved
it.  He worked down my legs, along the tops
of my feet, and back up.  Then he dropped the
loofah and used his bare hands to rub all
around my penis and balls.  He didn't touch
them, but it sent electric signals to them
nonetheless.  Just before I collapsed from
anticipation, I felt his warm little hand
slide slowly down my penis.  It instantly
became hard, sticking out to its full six
inches.  Matt continued to scrub underneath
it and gently (thankfully) along my balls
while his eyes grew wide at the sight of my
fully erect cock.  He hadn't ever seen it
like this and it amazed him.  His eyes wider
still and glued to my cock, he began to wash
it with both hands.  His velvet fingertips
brushed the head and I sighed loudly in
pleasure.  I rocked my head back and closed
my eyes to the liquid sensations he was
giving me.  Much too soon he stopped and I
felt the warm water begin to rinse me off.

He smiled sheepishly at me before standing on
his tip toes to give me a long kiss.  He
broke the kiss and handed me the soapy
loofah.  I switched places with him and
turned him away from me.  I repeated his
performance to the letter except for one
thing.  When I had soaped his whole backside
up, I used my bare hand to lightly rub along
the crease between his buttocks.  When my
fingertip found the little ridge of skin
between his balls and his ass he shivered and
moaned in pleasure.  I slid my finger further
back, brushing lightly along his anus.  He
sighed loudly as I circled around it,
cleaning the little crinkle of muscle
thoroughly.  I stopped after a moment, and
rinsed him off.  I turned him around to find
his little member at full mast.  This was the
first time I could see it clearly so I took a
moment to take in the sight.  It was
definitely four inches long, a half-inch
wide, and completely hairless.  His
translucent skin glowed under the harsh
lights of the bathroom, revealing perfect
skin with no blemishes or even any moles.  I
could see the slight sheen of baby down all
along his groin and down along his tight
little ball sack but there was no sign of the
coarser hairs of puberty.

I tore my eyes away from his groin and began
to soap up his front.  His chest, while still
definitely the chest of a little boy, was
hard underneath his skin, except for little
sections of remaining baby fat.  His skin
retained the impossible smoothness of youth,
more of those little soft hairs covering his
chest and belly.  I proceeded to clean his
front, torturing him the same way he tortured
me.  When I finally grasped his little boy
penis in one hand he moaned much like I had
when he had done the same and his whole body
relaxed.  I cupped his tight little balls in
one hand and cleaned all along the shaft in a
twisting motion with the other.  Through his
body I could feel his buttocks rhythmically
flexing as I played with the impossibly soft
skin of his penis head.  I took him right to
the edge of cumming, but stopped short,
before rinsing him off.  I didn't want him to
faint or have him suffer through the feelings
of remorse he must have had when I jacked him
off the last time.  He whined his
disappointment but gave in to it.

We dried each other off when we got out and
spent some time cuddling together with my big
towel wrapped around us both.  No words were
necessary for what we were feeling.  We were
totally engulfed by shared feelings of
intense love.  I was blown away myself,
having never felt this way about anyone.  I
knew that no matter what happened I would
always love this little god that was warmly
wrapped in my arms.  We both jumped a little
when we heard the front door slam, the sound
breaking us out of our own little world and
back into reality.  We quickly got dressed
and headed out to see how skating was.  Colin
and Stephen excitedly recounted their whole
day, just like the little boys that they were
– describing everything in terms of whom they
met and who fell and who won the games –
while my grandmother stepped out onto the
porch to survey my work.

"Looks good, Mike," she said with approval,
"you going to take the steadying lines off
tomorrow?"

"Yep," I replied, "and you should thank Matt
too, he helped a lot."

She raised her eyebrows, asking "really?" and
tousled Matt's hair in thanks.  He beamed at
the approval and trotted off with his
brothers to go watch television.  I could see
the glow on his face from his new found
emotions and I panicked, wondering if my
grandmother would notice.  She raised her
eyebrows a bit and walked into the kitchen to
start dinner.

"You wanna' help, Mike?" she asked.

"Sure," I said with trepidation.  She rarely
asked me to help cook, the two of us used to
working in the kitchen alone.  It usually
meant she wanted to talk.  My stomach was
resting somewhere near my shoes as I slowly
walked into the kitchen.

"Why don't you make some bread for dinner?
I'm going to cook up some spaghetti," she
asked as she picked some of the best tomatoes
out of the fridge.

"Sure," I said again.  My fear had reduced me
to one word.  I got out the eggs after my
grandmother was finished with the fridge and
moved to the other side of the counter where
a marble kneading board was inlayed into the
counter.  While I made a little bowl out of
two cups of flower and cracked an egg into
it, my grandmother got started heatins some
oil in a pan.

"So, what's going on, Mike?" she asked
nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.  I'm sure she
could hear the terror in my voice.

"I'm not dumb, son," she replied.  "I can see
that Matt is happier than he's been since the
divorce.  He's practically bouncing off the
walls.  But this morning he looked as though
his dog had died.  I did notice that he was
avoiding you all morning.  And you have the
same look on your face that your grandfather
had when he proposed to me.  You don't think
I've noticed how you look at Matt these past
two days?"

I felt a cold sweat break out all over my
body but continued mixing the doughy mixture
I had made by adding water and salt.  The
yeast was activating in a bowl of warm water
on the counter.  I couldn't think of anything
to say so I just shrugged and went on making
the bread.

"It's okay, Mike.  I've known for some time
that you were gay.  You don't have to say it
out loud if you can't yet.  I could always
tell when you'd bring those boys by for
visits.  They all looked a little too pretty
to me and you always hung all over them.  I
just don't want you getting Matt into
something he's not ready for."

"It's not like that, grandma," I quickly
stated.  "I'm not doing anything he doesn't
want me to."  The words spilling out as I
figured there was no point in trying to hide
the new nature of our relationship.  My
grandmother was always too observant for my
own good.

"We'll see," she said threateningly.  "How
long for the bread?" she asked, getting back
to the business at hand.  I was glad to talk
about anything but Matt.

"It should only take two hours.  I'm using a
quick rise yeast and I thought I'd split it
up into individual loaves to speed it up."

"That's perfect.  The sauce will just be
done."  My grandmother was famous for her
long-simmer sauces.  My mouth watered in
anticipation even while my body trembled in
fear for what would happen later.  I was sure
there was some discussion coming, I knew it.

My grandmother left the room, wiping her
hands on a dish towel, and I heard her call,
"Matt? You got a second?"

"Yeah," came his disappointed reply from the
kids' room.  He must have really been into
that cartoon.

He came out and my grandmother grabbed his
hand and walked him out onto the patio.  I
could see them sitting there talking while I
waited for the bread to rise.  By watching
Matt's face I could make out the exact moment
that my grandmother dropped the bomb on him.
His face dropped while his eyes grew wide.  I
couldn't bear to watch any longer so I turned
around and began to preheat the oven.  By the
time I turned around Matt was alone on the
park bench and my grandmother was standing
once again in the kitchen.  I stood in a
state of suspended animation waiting for her
to speak.  Her brow was deeply furrowed as
she considered the verdict, as it were.

"You best be careful and not let his father
even suspect anything," she finally said.  I
was so surprised I nearly cried out.  "I love
my son dearly but he's an idiot when it comes
to things like this."  And that was all she
ever said on the subject.  Whatever she had
learned from Matt, she was satisfied that it
was a real relationship and not some freaked
out fling for me or some twisted molestation.
She never spoke of it again, never giving
approval or disapproval.  In fact, the only
time I ever found out how she really felt
about it was some years later when she died
and left the lake house to me along with
enough money to keep it up and pay the taxes
on it for life.  In her will the line read:

To my beloved grandsons Mike and Matt, I
leave the lake house, all the property around
it, the boats, the dock, and all the
furnishings within.  May you two enjoy it as
long as you are together.

By that time most of the family, minus Matt's
dad who was an ignoramus anyway, knew the
nature of our relationship so it wasn't much
of a surprise.  It was then that I knew my
grandmother had really understood what we
were just discovering; Matt and I were really
in love.

---

That night at dinner my grandmother declared
that she needed to go back home to the valley
for a few weeks.  She offered to take the
boys home with her, saving me the two hour
drive down the mountain and the two hour
drive back.  Colin and Stephen were excited,
ready to return to their computers and their
Nintendo.  Matt asked if he could stay,
making up the reason on the spot that I had
promised to teach him some new things for
SCUBA diving.  My grandmother, of course, saw
right through the ploy but his brothers
bought it.  My grandmother agreed and
everyone around the table was equally
excited.  After a really good dinner we got
up and my grandmother offered to do all the
dishes.  We thanked her and headed off for
the kids' room.  They were leaving early in
the morning so I helped the two youngest pack
up their scattered belongings, minus a set of
clothes for the next day and their pajamas.

We watched a bad copy of Teenage Mutant Ninja
Turtles, a Colin favorite, and soon the three
boys were snoring lightly in their respective
beds.  Colin had fallen asleep with his head
on my lap so it took some time to squirm out
from under him.  On my way out I kissed the
sleeping Matt lightly before turning out the
lights and heading for my own bed.  I was a
little lonely in the big queen sized bed by
myself but there would be plenty of time to
spend with Matt over the next week.  His
brothers were going home much sooner than
originally planned but Matt didn't need to be
home until the next Saturday for his first
little league baseball practice of the
season.  I fell asleep fantasizing about all
my time alone with Matt.  I'm sure I smiled
all night.

By the time I woke up, the boys and my
grandmother had already left.  On the counter
in the kitchen was $200 with a note that
said, "Here's some cash for money.  Have a
good time and clean up any messes."  She
always told me to clean up, no matter that I
always kept the house spotless.  I walked
into the kids' room to find Matt on top of
his covers still asleep.  He must have gotten
hot in the night and kicked them off.  I
looked at his cute little butt held tightly
in his briefs and sighed in contentment.

Not wanting to wake him, I gave him a light
peck on his back between his shoulder blades
and went into the kitchen to start breakfast.
Short of the banquet of the morning before, I
simply took some of the remaining bread from
the night before and made French toast.  Matt
walked in sleepily, still in only briefs, and
sat down heavily in one of the chairs around
the kitchen table.  "Hi," he said sleepily.

"Hey, kiddo," I said.  "You sleep well?"

"Yeah.  I missed you, though."

"I'm sorry.  You can move into my bedroom
tonight if you'd like."

His eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Yeah!
I love you."

"I love you too, Matt."  At that he got up
and came over next to me.  He gave me a
little hug with one arm and asked if he could
help.  I told him to flip the toast for me
while I got out some juice and two glasses.
He did a good job, browning the toast evenly
on both sides before taking them out, and I
thought I might have fun teaching him to cook
a little later.

While we ate breakfast he asked, "Is grandma
mad?"

"I don't think so buddy.  What did you tell
her?" I asked gently.

He proceeded to recap the whole conversation.
Apparently she was really only concerned that
I wasn't doing anything he didn't want and he
told her repeatedly that he liked it.  They
never discussed specifics, thank god, but I'm
sure she got the idea of our relationship.  I
felt myself being thankful that I had a very
understanding grandmother.  Many would have
thrown me to the police for what I'd done.
Or at least keep me from seeing Matt anymore.
We ate on in silence after that, Matt happily
munching down his French toast while sitting
as close to me as possible.

After I finished I reached over and kissed
the top of his head, asking, "Did you get
enough, Matt?  I can make more."

He made a show of rubbing his full belly and
said, "No more, please.  I'll burst!"  I
poked him jokingly in the belly and he gave
out a little "Oomph." before jumping up and
offering to do the dishes.

"Thanks, kiddo," I said.  He got to work on
them right away and I headed out onto the
patio to enjoy the morning sun.

---

After a full day of swimming, diving,
boating, fishing, and generally spending as
much time together as possible we settled
down in front of the big TV in the living
room to watch the Sunday night movie.  It was
something we'd watched a bunch of times
before so I changed the channel to a corny
kung fu movie and we sat back together and
laughed at the poor dialogue and photography.

"I will get you," he turned to me and said in
a deep voice, all the while moving his lips
like a badly dubbed person from the movie.

"Not before I do," I replied in kind.  He
squealed and ran from me, leaping over the
couch and heading for the dining room.  I
followed close behind and just caught hold of
his ankle as he crawled under the table.
"I've got you now!" I said, still imitating
the kung fu movie.

"No, no, no!" he screamed in his real voice
while trying to get away.  He put forth a
valiant effort but I soon dragged him out and
began to tickle him mercilessly.  Before I
knew it his arms were around my neck pulling
me in for a kiss.  I kissed his small mouth
happily and felt his little body arch up to
meet mine.  We lay like that for some time,
me on top of him, nearly covering him with my
larger frame, and just kissed.  We were
reveling in our time with just each other and
no interruptions.  I felt his tongue pushing
at my lips and let it in gladly.  We rolled
over so he was on top, knocking over a chair
but not really caring at that point, and he
began to really kiss me in earnest.

"Let's go to bed," he said, breaking the
kiss.

"Okay, beautiful boy," I said.  He cooed when
I said it and nestled into my shoulder with a
big smile on his lips.  Rather than
disengage, I sat up with him in my lap and
stood up, carrying him.  I hadn't carried him
in years, feeling a little surprised at his
weight, but he loved it.  I carried him back
into our bedroom, loving the fact that it was
"ours" (he had moved his stuff in immediately
after breakfast), and laid him gently on the
bed.  Letting him set the pace, I laid down
next to him.  He rolled over on top of me and
resumed the kiss.  After a time of heavy
tongue action, he rolled off and began to
unzip my pants.  Neither one of us was
wearing a shirt.  In fact, we had spent most
of the day naked as the day we were born, but
as the evening got a little colder we had
changed into shorts.  As soon as he got the
zipper all the down he reached in and played
with my cock through my jockeys.  I moaned my
approval.

"I want to see you cum," he said softly as he
began to kiss me again.  I wouldn't have
protested even if he let me.  He disengaged
from my lips and turned around in order to
slide my shorts off.  I lifted up my butt to
help and simultaneously pulled his shorts
down to his knees, enjoying the fact that he
preferred elastic waists.  He was kneeling on
the bed next to me so I couldn't get them any
further than there.  It was then that I found
out he wasn't wearing any underwear, his firm
ass, now tanned by hours in the sun nude,
smiled at me.  The tiny rosebud of his anus
was winking at me as he worked hard at
getting my shorts off.  When he finally
succeeded he did the same with my jockeys.

He sat cross legged next to me on the bed
after removing his pants the rest of the way
and looked me over in the light.  I loved
watching his face as he took in every curve,
every crevice of my body.  His cock jumped a
little when his beautiful eyes fell on my own
hard member.  He looked at my face then, and
said softly, "I love you so much."

"Ditto, kiddo," I said, laughing at the silly
rhyme.  He giggled at it and lay down along
my side.  I tried to caress his skin with my
other hand but he swatted it away.

"Nope, you can't do anything but sit there,"
he said with a smile.  He then proceeded to
lightly brush his perfect little fingertips
down my chest towards my aching penis.  I
moaned my pleasure and he smiled at his
triumph.  Before I knew what was happening,
he was gripping my penis with both hands.  I
gasped when he touched it, this being only
the second time, and he seemed thrilled with
the reaction he was causing.  He bent over at
the waist, resting his head on my stomach for
a better view as he began to slowly stroke my
cock with one hand, the other arm curling up
along my side.  It felt wonderful having
those warm little digits wrapped softly
around the shaft while his hungry blue eyes
took in every detail.  It wasn't long before
I was gasping for breath and release.

For someone who had very little practice
under his belt, Matt was doing an admirable
job.  Sometimes I had to give him little
pointers like "Not so fast," or "Don't
squeeze so hard," but for the most part he
did an amazing job.  Within minutes, minutes
that felt like hours, I felt my balls tighten
up next to my body and the familiar tingling
began in my belly.  Matt watched it all in
wonder and waited for his reward.

"I'm going to cum soon, little guy.  If you
don't want it in your face you might want to
move," I said between gasps of pleasure.

"Really?" he said in wonder as he moved his
head back up by my shoulder.  The shift in
weight and the warm feeling of his cheek on
my skin pushed me over the edge.  I felt my
muscles clench and Matt cried out in surprise
as my cock began to rhythmically throb.  He
continued to pump as hot globs of cum, much
whiter and much bigger than his were, began
to spurt out of the tip of my cock.  The
first shot landed up near one of my nipples,
barely missing Matt's forehead.  The
subsequent drops landed around my belly
button, eventually dwindling down to little
dribbles out of my hole.  I almost fainted,
the pleasure was so intense.  Matt was
gasping a bit too as his own body responded
to mine.  I looked over and saw that his cock
was raging hard and pulsing with his
heartbeat.

"Wow," was all the Matt could get out.  I
grabbed my underpants off the side of the bed
and wiped myself more or less clean with
them.  Matt rolled over on his back and
closed his eyes, apparently trying to save
the memory.  I took the opportunity to reach
over and grab his quivering boy flesh in one
hand.  He moaned loudly but didn't protest so
I started stroking him softly.

"You want me to make you cum, little boy?" I
asked.  He simply nodded his assent so I
began squeezing along with the stroking,
something I knew would drive him crazy.  It
worked perfectly, evident by his rapidly
shrinking scrotum and shortening breath.  "I
want to try something new, Beautiful, but if
you don't like it I'll stop, okay?" I asked
timidly.  I didn't want to freak him out but
I needed something more from this little
sexual god.

"Okay," He said, drawing it out into one long
syllable in his pleasure.  I took the chance
to kiss him lightly on the lips before
shimmying down so my head was on a level with
his crotch.  I released his cock from the
embrace of my fingers and moved my face
closer.  I blew gently on his cock, making it
jump slightly.  As I played with his tight
little scrotum with the tips of my fingers, I
moved my nose millimeters away from his young
manhood and inhaled his sweet scent.
Although he was sweating profusely from his
pleasure, the scent was fresh and delicious;
kind of like the smell of a freshly watered
lawn or the ground just after a rain.  I
thought it impossible but I fell even further
in love with him at that simple yet deeply
personal interaction.

I wasted no time in gently picking up the
impossibly soft tip of his penis with my
lips.  He moaned loudly when my lips touched
his skin and popped open his eyes to see what
I was doing.  His eyes grew wide once again
and the same look of wonder grew on his face
from when he had first ejaculated during our
first night together.  As he watched in
interest I slowly took all four inches into
my mouth, being careful to wrap my lips
around my teeth so as not to rake them along
his sensitive member.

"Oh, wow," he moaned as he dropped his head.
He was completely and totally mine from that
moment on.  Whatever I did, he was in my
control.  I cupped his testicles gently while
I began to slowly slide up and down his
narrow shaft.  Each time I bottomed out I
would feel his pulsing head touch the back of
my palate, but I suppressed my gag reflex,
something I'd learned to do with lots of
practice.  It wasn't long before his whole
body began to tremble and I heard him weakly
say, "I'm gonna cum, you gotta stop."  I paid
him no heed and began to squeeze his little
boy cock with my lips while I slid quickly up
and down.

"Unnh," was all I heard from him before his
now enlarged penis began to twitch in my
mouth.  Glob after glob of white-hot boy cum
began to stream into my mouth.  I backed him
out until just the head of his penis was in
my mouth.  I wanted to taste every precious
drop of this, only the second ejaculation of
his short life.  In between blasts I licked
his piss slit to encourage more to come out,
being rewarded with a fresh flood of fluid.
After what felt like ten hot blasts my mouth
was full of his seed.  I swallowed happily,
enjoying the fresh taste of his immature
sperm and overactive prostate.

I let his now flaccid penis flop gently out
of my mouth and onto his belly before moving
my head back to the pillow and pulling him
into me for a good cuddle.  His back was to
me and my semi-hard cock nestled neatly
between the golden tan globes of his ass.

He was almost asleep from the exertion when
he asked, "What does it taste like?"

"You taste sweet, like sugar water, to me.
Everyone tastes different."

"Oh," he responded sleepily.  After a moment
he continued, "I love you so much it hurts,
do you know that?"

"I love you too, little guy," I replied, my
heart soaring.  "Get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay," he said.  Before long I could hear
the slow, even breath of sleep from him.  I
followed soon after, reveling for a moment in
the contact between our two bodies.  I was
happy beyond belief when I woke up the next
morning to find the two of us in the same
position.