Date: Sat, 28 May 2011 17:28:20 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Naked in the Night
Readers Warning: The following story is a work of fiction, though inspired
by actual events. The story contains elements of sexual play between 12
and 13 year old boys. If this subject matter offends you, or is not to
your tastes, or, if you are a minor and under the legal age, then you
should read no further.
This story written and posted by
This Boys Life
Naked In The Night
Chapter One / When A Boy Needs a Friend
Conner was fidgeting with the car radio, trying to find something he
wanted to listen to on the ride home from the mall. His older brother
Daniel, who was barely seventeen, was driving him home after the movie.
"Dude, leave it on one station will ya!" he demanded.
"I don't wanna' hear that same song again." Conner complained, as he
switched the station yet again. Conner had recently turned thirteen; he
was a good looking kid, very athletic, and into quite a few of the school
sports. He was also fairly popular at his middle school. With shoulder
length dark blond hair, his brilliant boyish smile was ever present; and
his green eyes almost seemed to sparkle.
It was Friday night, and Conner had gone to the mall with several
friends to see a movie. His brother, (at the request of their mom) had
gone to pick him up after it was over, and now they were on their way home.
Conner changed the station once more.
"Will you stop it, ya butt wad..." Daniel barked, a touch of frustration
in his tone as he bumped his brother's hand away from the stereo.
"Come on, I hate that song..."
"Tough beans, bro. It's my car, and my stereo." Daniel decided.
"Ya, and it's your crappy music too." Conner joked, as he reached again
for the buttons again.
Suddenly out of the darkness ahead to their left, something flashed, and
bolted out into the street in front of them.
"OH SHIT..." Daniel yelled, as he jerked the steering wheel and slammed
on the brakes. His car swerved just a little, and skidded to a stop.
Crouching just in front of the car, caught in the harsh glow of his
headlights; was a naked boy. He stood there for a moment, a look of fear
on his face.
In the car, hearts pounding, both Daniel and Conner were stunned at how
close that had been; and now still flushed with the rush of adrenalin, they
stared out at the nude boy in front of the car. The boy had recovered his
wits, and bolted out of the street, across a grass median, and into the
thick bushes that lined a fence there. The boys looked at each other.
"Shit that was close." Daniel panted.
"Uh huh. Dude, I'm pretty sure I know that kid." Conner said, as he
scanned the bushes, trying to spot the boy.
"What the hell... That kid was naked! What was he doing running out
into the street like that?" Daniel was feeling a bit angry now that it had
all settled in.
"I don't know." Conner answered as he opened his car door, and stepped
out. He looked back down the street, from where the boy had come. He
could faintly make out what looked like three or four other kids. They
weren't near any streetlights, so Conner could barely make them out; but
they turned away now, and began running off down the street. He stood a
moment, and then seemed to remember.
"I do know that kid." Conner said again. "He goes to my school; he's a
grade below me." He said as he stepped toward the row of bushes. He
turned back to look at his brother, who was just getting out of the car.
"His name's Dakota." He turned and peered into the bushes again.
"Hey... Hey, Dakota, you in there dude?" He called out toward the
brush. "It's me, Conner. Conner Davies, from school." He listened for an
answer. "Dude, are you okay?" He listened again, as his brother walked up
alongside him.
"Where did he go?" Daniel asked.
"I don't know. Maybe he climbed the fence or something." The boys
looked at each other.
"Well, let's get home." Daniel said finally. "It's after nine, and I
have stuff to do." And he turned back towards his car. Conner gave a last
long look into the bushes, and then turned to follow his brother. He
stopped suddenly, when he thought he heard a quiet voice.
"Can you help me please?" Came a very soft, timid voice from behind the
brush. Conner turned toward it; and amidst the heavy leaves he could just
see a face, and then the bare chest of the other boy.
"Dakota? That is you, isn't it?" Conner questioned.
"Yes." The timid reply. The boy looked totally embarrassed, and
uncomfortable.
"Dude, are you okay?" Conner asked him. The other boy nodded, though
not very convincingly. "So, how come you're... You know, naked? The other
boy blushed in the darkness.
"I was... They, they..." he stammered, clearly uncomfortable. Conner
felt for him.
"It's ok man. Come on, we'll help you. Let's go get into my brother's
car." The boy hesitated in the bushes, clearly embarrassed by his nudity.
"Come on bro, its okay. Nobody gives a shit what you look like; you don't
want to hang out here naked do you? Come on..." He stepped away. Dakota
looked around, and then timidly walked out of the bushes, cupping his hands
in front of his privates.
They walked quickly to the car. Daniel was still standing by the
vehicle; he was wearing an unbuttoned khaki shirt over his tee shirt, and
when he saw the look of embarrassment on Dakota's face, he quickly pulled
it off and handed it to the naked boy to put on.
Conner watched as the other boy took the shirt, and reached up to slide
his arm in the sleeve. He couldn't help but notice Dakota's genitals,
which he had left uncovered as he pulled the shirt on. The boy wasn't
circumcised, same as Conner; and he had about three inches of soft boy pole
hanging over his loose, smooth scrotum. He had no pubic hair, so all in
all, he looked pretty typical for a twelve year old.
Dakota buttoned the shirt, which hung down low enough to cover him.
Conner opened the door for him, and the boy slid into the back seat. Both
Daniel and Conner hopped in the front and buckled up.
"So, what the hell were you doing running around naked, and into the
street like that?" Daniel asked, as he turned to look at the boy sitting
in the back seat. "Shit, I almost ran you down." The boy looked kind of
scared.
"I, I'm sorry." He said. "I was... I was trying to... I was running
and, I didn't see you... And..." he was clearly flustered. Conner looked
sadly at him.
"Dude, it's okay." Conner said, and then he turned to his brother.
"Don't bug him about it Bro. He didn't see you."
"Ya, well shit... I coulda' run him over." He paused. "So, do you want
me to take you home then, or what?" Daniel asked. The boy looked up at
both of them, a panicked look in his eyes. He began to tear up a bit.
"I, don't know." He finally managed. "My parents won't be home till
tomorrow. I was... I was supposed to be spending the night at someone's
house."
"Well, you want me to take you to that person's house?" Daniel asked.
Another panicked look filled the boy's eyes again.
"No. No, I... I don't know what to do right now." He stammered; feeling
a bit confused. Conner looked at him, and knew something was bothering him.
"Hey, let's just take him back to our house." Conner offered.
"Dude, Mom and Dad aren't even home." Daniel replied. "They won't be
home till late."
"So, I'll call them." Conner said. "It's ok; let's just head back to
the house. It's so late he can just spend the night. Do you want to do
that?" he turned and asked Dakota.
"Um, well... I don't know. I mean I suppose. If you'd really let me do
that..?" he questioned.
"Ya sure. I mean, I know it seems kinda weird, cause we don't know each
other real well, but it's not like we're strangers... It's not a big deal,
and besides, what else are you gonna do?"
He turned and looked at his brother. Daniel just shrugged, and starting
his car, they pulled out and headed back to their house. It wasn't far
away at this point, and Conner kept looking back at the worried boy in the
back seat.
"It's gonna be alright." Conner tried to assure him. "My parents aren't
home, but its ok, we'll figure this out."
"Please, don't tell them, I mean, about this..." He indicated his
nakedness.
"Uhh, no sure, we don't have to tell them that. I don't blame you. As
long as you're ok." The youngster nodded, as he looked down, folding his
hands in his lap, as if to further cover himself. Conner and his brother
exchanged a brief look, and after a few minutes drive, Daniel turned down
their street.
They pulled into the driveway of a nice two story house. Daniel shut
the car off, and opening the doors the two brothers got out. Dakota still
sat in the back, rather shy about getting out. Conner opened the door, and
slid in along side the other boy.
"What's up? Its okay dude, I promise."
"I, don't have any clothes." Dakota remarked shyly, glancing away again.
"I have plenty of stuff you can borrow dude, its okay." He sat there
looking at the younger boy. "Look, I know something's wrong dude; but you
can trust me." Dakota looked at Conner for a moment, deciding, and then he
nodded. The boys slid out of the back seat, and they walked toward the
open front door; where Daniel had already gone in.
Once inside, Conner quickly led the other boy upstairs to his bedroom.
It was a nice large room, painted two warm tones of green. It was well
appointed with a large queen size bed, two very comfortable looking chairs,
and an oak desk in the corner. There was a computer on the desk, with a
large flat screen monitor. Soccer posters adorned the walls; but perhaps
the most surprising, (considering it was a thirteen year olds bedroom) it
was clean.
There was a large closet, and another door that opened into Conner's own
bathroom. Dakota looked around, rather impressed. "Whoa..." He
muttered. "This is off the hook. My room's like half of this size. Conner
smiled slightly, he knew he had a cool room. His parents weren't rich, but
they did alright, and his mom was an interior designer; which is why the
room looked so well put together.
"So, you prob'ly wanna take a shower huh? Running around, and crawling
through the bushes and stuff." Conner suggested.
"Ya... Guess I should." Dakota agreed, looking at his grimy body and
feet.
"Dude, looks like you foot's bleeding a little; you okay?"
"Huh. Oh, ya. Guess I scraped it somewhere. It's ok though."
"Ya, well come on." Conner led him into his bathroom. "The showers
right there. I'll grab you a towel, and find something for you to wear.
Then I better go call my mom and let her know you're gonna' spend the
night."
"You won't tell her about... About what happened, will you." Dakota
worried.
"Na. Don't worry. I'll just tell her I'm having a friend stay the
night, cause your plans changed. Its ok, they'll be fine with it." The
other boy looked at him.
"Look, I really appreciate all this. I just..."
"Forget it dude. Believe me; I know what its like to need a friend some
times." Conner said, with a genuine, warm smile. He left the bathroom to
grab a towel for the other boy. Dakota turned on the water and adjusted
the temperature. He unbuttoned the shirt that Daniel had loaned him, and
he was pulling it off when Conner walked back in with his towel.
"Here's a towel for you." Conner said, hanging it over the towel rack.
He glanced at the other boy's naked body. "I'll grab you some clothes."
Dakota felt a bit awkward, standing there naked, but he didn't cover his
privates this time.
"Thanks Conner." He said as he turned and walked into the shower.
Conner glanced at him again. The boy had a nice trim body, firm and well
proportioned; he figured the boy must be about five feet tall, just two
inches shorter than he was.
While Dakota showered, Conner called his mom, and said he had a friend
who needed to spend the night if that was ok. He didn't have to explain
much. Conner was a good kid, well raised; so though he may have left out a
few small details, his mom had no reason to question things.
He went back to his room, and grabbed some things from his closet for
Dakota, and he set them out on his bed; at the same time he decided he
would change into a pair of sports shorts and a fresh tee shirt. After a
few minutes he heard the shower turn off, so he called in to Dakota that he
had some clothes laid out on his bed for him.
"Cool, thanks." Dakota called back, as he dried himself. "Hey, do you
have a bandage I could use?"
"Sure." Conner answered, and he walked back into the bathroom and pulled
open one of the counter drawers. Dakota had just finished drying himself
off, and he casually wrapped the towel around his thin waist. He looked
up, and noticed that Conner had changed into shorts, and was barefoot now.
"Ok, so here's a bandage." Conner said, "And some Neosporin." He turned
to Dakota, and noticed that the boy also had a scratch on his shoulder
blade. He pointed it out; and innocently offered to put some of the
Neosporin on it for him. The other boy turned around, and Conner squeezed
some of it onto his finger, then gently rubbed it onto the scratch on
Dakota's shoulder.
When he finished, he innocently offered to help take care of the scrape
on the other boy's foot as well. Dakota hopped up, and sat on the counter.
Conner took hold of Dakota's foot, and propped it up on his own thigh, and
then he squeezed some more Neosporin on his finger, and smeared it over the
scrape.
Unwrapping a bandage, he peeled the strips off, and tenderly located it
across the abrasion. He thought it funny, that he noticed how soft and
warm Dakota's bare foot felt in his hands. He couldn't help but glance at
the other boy's totally smooth bare leg; and with his foot raised like
that, Conner could see under the towel still wrapped loosely around
Dakota's waist. He couldn't resist peeking, and was surprised, when he saw
that Dakota seemed to be a little boned up.
He smiled slightly to himself, and finished rubbing the edges of the
bandaid; then he looked up at Dakota and smiled at him.
"There you go, done deal." He said as he lowered Dakota's foot, and
stood back.
"Thanks." Dakota nodded slightly. "Seriously... You've been really cool,
and well, thanks."
"Ya well... I guess you owe me one. If you ever see me running naked
down the street, you can pick me up.' Conner joked. They looked at each
other and Dakota finally smiled for the first time. Heading back into the
bedroom, Conner pointed out the clothes on his bed.
"There's some sport shorts there, or sweats if you want; and a few
shirts. Just pick whatever you want." Since Conner was wearing shorts,
Dakota decided on those as well. He picked up the shorts, and turning
slightly away from Conner, he pulled off his towel and let it drop to the
floor.
Conner smiled again to himself. He figured the other boy was still a
little boned up, and he had turned away to hide it. The boy pulled on the
shorts, and then he slipped the tee shirt over his head.
"I'm staving; are you hungry Dakota?" The other boy looked over at him.
"Uh, sure that would be cool, thanks. And listen, you can call me Kota
if you want. That's kinda' my nick name.
"Ya, sure that's cool. Come on; let's go see what's in the fridge."
The two boys tromped off down the hall, and downstairs to the kitchen.
Conner rummaged through the refrigerator and found some snacks and drinks
for them to eat.
"This should do I guess. Come on; let's head back up to my room." They
scooped up the snacks and went upstairs. The boys settled into Conner's
room. He flipped on his TV, and they kicked back in the comfortable plush
chairs there in his bedroom.
Both boys were pretty hungry, and they made short order of the snacks
and Gatorade. All the while, Conner kept glancing at Kota. He was
starting to like the younger boy. He seemed really nice; and he began
wondering why he had been running down the street, naked.
"So, can I ask you something?" Conner asked quietly. The other boy
looked over at him, as if he had expected some questions.
"Ya, I suppose." He returned.
"Well, when we almost hit you with the car... Was somebody chasing you?
Conner asked. Kota looked quickly at him, a bit surprised. He took a long
breath, then nodded.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
"Well, I saw some other kids down the block, and they kind of ran off
when I noticed them. So, I figured maybe that's what happened. Kota
nodded again, and looked down into his lap. Conner waited a moment, then
he finally asked; "How come they were chasing you then?"
Kota didn't raise his head, and Conner could tell that he was trying to
hide his tears. He got up and walked over to the other boy. He stood for
a moment, and then sat on the arm of the chair next to him. He really
didn't know what to do; but he felt really bad for the younger boy, so he
slipped his arm reassuringly around Kota's shoulders. The other boy began
to cry in earnest then, so Conner gently patted him on the shoulder.
"It's ok..." he said quietly. "It's alright, don't worry about it." He
could tell that whatever it was, it was really bothering Dakota.
"I just... It's so..." Kota struggled to answer.
"Don't worry about it. You don't have to tell me anything." Conner
told him. "It's kinda late anyway; let's just get some sleep." He helped
Kota to his feet, and walking him over to the bed, he pulled the covers
down. Conner walked around to the other side of the bed, and crawled in.
"Come on, hop in." he told Kota. The other boy looked shyly at him.
"You sure? I mean, you want me to sleep in your bed? A sleeping bag
would be fine."
"Well, whatever you want to do. I'm cool with it; that's where my
friends sleep when their over. It's a huge bed, and a lot more comfortable
than a sleeping bag." He smiled. Kota stood for a moment, then crawled in
on the other side of the bed, and pulled the covers up around himself. He
looked over at Conner.
"It's pretty cool that you're doing all this for me. I mean, we don't
even know each other very well." Kota spoke quietly.
"Ya, well, we didn't have many options did we? And like I said; I know
what it's like to really need a friend. Besides, I mean, my mom's always
telling me to do the right thing, and well, I guess this feels like the
right thing to me." Conner offered. Kota finally smiled at him.
"Thanks." He whispered. Conner nodded back at him, and then he reached
out and switched off the bedside light. He settled in, pulling his covers
up, and shifting into a comfortable position.
It didn't take long for both boys to drop off to sleep. In the still of
the dark room, the quiet rustle of sheets, as Conner rolled onto his side.
The soft, gentle breathing of the two boys was the only other sound.
Sometime around four in the morning things changed as Kota began to move
around restlessly. He mumbled a few things in his sleep, and Conner woke
with the sounds. He peered over at the boy sleeping alongside him. The
other boy continued to move around, mumbling, and uttering small, almost
whimpering sounds.
"No... No don't ..." he moaned softly. "Stop! Please leave me
alone..." Kota twitched vigorously in the bed. Conner reached out in the
semi darkness, and put his hand on the other boy's shoulder, shaking him
gently.
"Hey... Hey, wake up." He urged. Kota woke suddenly, sitting bolt
upright in the bed.
"What.., Where am I? What..." He looked around, confused. Conner sat
up next to him.
"It's okay. You're here, in my room. It's okay." He said, as he slid
over close to Kota, and laid his hand on the other boy's shoulder. Kota
looked over at him, and began to settle down. "You were having a bad
dream." Conner told him, as he looked at the other boy, who was sweating
and breathing heavily.
"I'm, I'm sorry..." Kota whispered and his eyes filled with tears.
"No need to be." Conner assured him, putting his arm around his
shoulders to comfort him. "Come on, lay back." And the boys lay back on the
bed. Conner still had his arm around the younger boy, and he squeezed in
tightly to him. "It was just a shitty dream that's all. Are you okay?"
He could feel Dakota nod alongside him. There sides were touching, and
the warmth of their bodies felt somewhat comforting between them. After a
time, both boys fell back asleep, still lying closely together. Several
hours passed, and eventually Dakota woke as morning light began to fill the
room. He lay there for a moment, and then looked over at Conner, who was
still sleeping on his back near him.
He smiled softly, as he remembered how Conner had comforted him; had
been so nice to him. Kota rolled over onto his side, and propping his head
up on his arm, he watched the other boy sleep. He listened to the gentle
rhythm of Conner's breathing. He admired the soft features of the older
boy's face. His small boyish nose, the gentle curve of his cheeks; and his
blond hair, now disheveled across his forehead and pillow. He looked down
the length of Conner's body, covered only with the thin sheet. He smiled
again as he noticed the slight bulge mid way down. A case of morning wood
no doubt.
Thinking about it a moment, he slowly reached out his hand, and
tenderly touched Conner's arm. Softly as a whisper, he traced his finger
over the firm bare skin. It was warm and smooth as silk. Closing his eyes
he took in a long slow breath, and shivered slightly. After a few moments,
he felt Conner stir; so quickly he pulled his hand away and opened his
eyes. Conner stretched and yawned, then opening his eyes he looked over at
Dakota and smiled softly.
"Hi." he said quietly.
"Morning." Kota returned, still looking at Conner.
"So... You doing ok this morning?"
"Uh huh." Dakota nodded. "Thanks..." There was a long pause. "Listen,
about last night... I guess I was kinda cryin' like a little girl, huh?"
"Na... Don't even worry about it, ya know. People cry, so what?"
"Do you?" Dakota asked sincerely. Conner looked at him and smiled.
"Ya. When I feel all lonely and stuff... Like, when nobody's on my
side." He finished, and looked at the other boy. Dakota nodded, it was
obvious that he knew the feeling. Conner tossed the covers off of himself
and climbed out of the bed.
"I gotta pee." He remarked, as he walked toward his bathroom. Dakota
smiled after him. He liked Conner; and wondered if they might become
friends.
When Conner came back, the other boy took his turn in the bathroom. He
stood in front of the toilet, and hooked his thumb under the waistband of
the borrowed shorts, pulling them down in front. He took hold of himself,
and lightly pinching his foreskin, he aimed his stream into the toilet.
His mind wandered, as he thought about Conner, who had just stood here
peeing before him. He was wondering what Conner looked like, naked. As
his stream finally trickled to a stop, he began absently sliding his
fingers up and down his young penis.
He had closed his eyes, as his foreskin peeled back, revealing the moist
plum colored head of his boy tool. He stroked a few times, and just as he
began to stiffen, he heard Conner calling into him from the bedroom.
"Dude, whatcha doing in there, playing with yourself?" Conner said
jokingly. Dakota's eyes popped open, and he quickly let go of himself,
pulling the shorts back up. He realized Conner was kidding, but he felt a
little embarrassed, as if he had been caught jacking off.
He quickly walked out of the bathroom. Conner grinned at him, and he
smiled back, wondering again if the two might become friends. He hoped so.
Conner suggested they go down and get some breakfast. His parents weren't
up yet, since they got home well after the boys had gone to bed. But it
was easy enough to grab some cereal and bananas.
They sat at the kitchen table and ate, chatting a bit and getting to
know each other better. They actually had a lot in common; but then most
boys probably do. Dakota was starting to feel pretty comfortable with the
other boy. He could tell that Conner was a good person. He was funny, and
had an easy going way about him that made Kota feel as if he had known the
other boy for a long time.
When they finished eating, Conner rinsed off their plates, and put them
in the dishwasher. (His mom had him well trained.) The boys went back
upstairs and decided to get on Conner's computer for awhile. They each had
a `Facebook' page, so they signed in, to compare.
Dakota laughed at some of Conner's pictures, and entries. Conner had a
great sense of humor, and to him, his Facebook account was more about
having fun, and joking with his friends, than doing anything serious.
"These are great pictures you have posted." Kota said, laughing.
"Thanks. I love taking goofey pictures and stuff." He answered. There
was a knock at the door then. "Come in." Conner called out. The door
opened a little, and Conner's mother peeked in.
"Morning." She said cheerfully. "This must be your friend. I don't
think I've met him before."
"Oh, ya. Mom, this is Dakota. He goes to my school, a grade below me."
"Hello." She offered a nice smile.
"Hi." Dakota returned, with a smile of his own. "Thanks for letting me
stay last night." He said, as she smiled again.
"You're quite welcome dear. Are you boy's hungry?" she asked.
"No mom. We grabbed some cereal already."
"Alright then. I'll leave you alone. It was nice to meet you Dakota."
She said.
"Thanks." He smiled. "Same here." With that, she closed the door
leaving the boys to themselves. Turning their attention back to the
computer, Kota pulled up his Facebook account, wanting to update it.
Conner gave him hints about some different settings, and then read some of
his posts; they spent about an hour on the computer.
After that, the boys talked together for awhile, and then Dakota
mentioned that he should probably head for home.
"Listen, I suppose I should get going. You probably had stuff planned,
and I kind of interfered with it. Sorry about that." Kota told him.
"Na, hey... It's cool. To tell you the truth, I think it's kinda cool
that we got to know each other. I do have some stuff going on today, but
we should hang out later. I mean seriously. I think you're pretty cool."
"Ya? Thanks, I feel the same about you. And it's like you said,
sometimes we all need a friend." Kota smiled.
"Well, listen, I need to take a quick shower. Why don't you hang out
for a few minutes while I shower, and then maybe my brother and me can
drive you home, ok?" Conner offered.
"Sure, that's cool. Thanks." Dakota smiled back at him.
Conner pulled his tee shirt off, and opening his closet door, he threw
it into a clothes hamper. He grabbed a new shirt, a pair of low rise
briefs, and a pair of shorts from a drawer and tossed them on the end of
the bed. Then without any shyness, and much to Dakota's surprise, Conner
slipped out of his red sports shorts.
He was completely naked, and he turned and tossed the shorts across the
room, directly into the hamper. He grinned at his accurate throw. Dakota
watched him the entire time, and he admired Conner's beautiful body as he
walked into his bathroom, not bothering to close the door.
Dakota swallowed hard, and he could feel himself boning up at the sight.
Conner was fantastic. His naked body was tanned, except for a small
'Speedo like' area of his butt, which was still creamy white. Kota saw the
fine curves and thin firm body of the thirteen year old. The boy was
smooth and hairless, except for a dozen or so silky looking pubes sprouting
around the base of his sweet boy penis.
His tender boyhood looked to be about three an a half loosely hanging
inches. He wasn't circumcised, and his young testicles hung below in their
smooth hairless sac. Kota was fully hard now, as he sat on the bed,
holding the picture in his minds eye. His hand absently wandered to his
own boyhood, which he squeezed through the thin material of his borrowed
shorts.
Kota swallowed again, and his dick twitched under his manipulation. He
visualized Conner just a dozen feet away, now standing in his shower, water
and soap lather rolling down his glistening, naked body. Kota's fingers
continued to manipulate himself, and he moaned softly.
His mind was fully engaged in fantasy. He imagined himself touching the
other boy. Washing, rubbing his soft wet skin; and feeling the warmth of
that bare flesh pressed against him. He moaned again as he felt the
tingles building within him. He was breathing roughly now, and he squeezed
his eyes shut as his young erection spat a small squirt of clear sticky goo
into his shorts. He moaned as he came, and he barely heard the water of
the shower had shut off.
Dakota opened his eyes, just as Conner stepped into the doorway of the
bathroom. He had his bath towel over his head, and he was drying his hair.
Kota looked at Conner, who's boy parts bobbed back and forth as he dried
his hair. It was such a beautiful sight. Kota swallowed hard again, then
quickly looked down to see if he had left a wet spot in the shorts.
Fortunately though, the lining of the shorts had absorbed his squirt of boy
seed.
Conner stood just inside the bathroom door, and dried himself off. Kota
thought it best to try and look away, least he be caught looking. When he
had finished drying off, Conner walked into the bedroom.
"There, that didn't take too long." he said quietly, smiling at Dakota.
He tossed the towel onto the bed, and slipped into his underwear. When he
finished dressing, he pulled several pairs of flip flops out of his closet,
and handed one set to Kota. "Here, you probly' don't want to go home
barefoot."
"Oh, ya. Thanks." Kota answered as he slipped into them. the boys
walked out of his room and down the hall. Conner knocked on his brothers
bedroom door.
"What...?" came the short reply.
"Hey Daniel, can you give Dakota a ride home?" Conner asked.
"Can't you guys just walk? he answered.
"Come on please! We only have flip flops on. I won't bug you for
another ride, please?" he pleaded. There was a little muttering from
inside the room, and then the door swung open.
"Alright, lets go. But no more rides the rest of the weekend." Daniel
conditioned.
The boys headed downstairs; told their mom they would be right back, and
headed out the door. They hopped into Daniels car, and headed off down
through the neighborhood. As it turned out, Kota only lived about a mile
away, so it only took a few minutes. When they pulled into the driveway,
they could see that Dakota's parents were home now, so it was ok just to
drop him off.
"Well," Dakota started. "Thanks again, for everything. I really, really
appreciate it." Daniel turned and looked at the youngster.
"Hey... Listen," he said, "The other night... I don't know what was
going on, but, if there's a problem, or someone was bullying you or
something, well, you need to tell someone. Alright?" Daniel told him.
Dakota blushed a little, but nodded.
"Thanks." he answered, then stepped back from the car. "Oh, hey, I
still have your clothes on. I'll, go change and..."
"Na, don't worry about it." Conner told him. "You can give them back
later. We can maybe hang out tomorrow if you want."
"Ya. Ya that's cool." Dakota smiled at him. "I'd like that. Bye..."
The boys waved, and Daniel backed out of the driveway. He turned the car
around, and they started back toward home. Conner looked out the back
window, and saw Kota wave at him. Then he looked over at his brother.
"Did he ever tell you what was going on last night?" Daniel asked.
"Huh-uh. But I'm glad you said that stuff to him. Cause I'm sure some
guys were messing with him." Conner paused for a moment.. "I like him
though... So, maybe he'll tell me later."
He looked out the back window again, but Kota had already gone inside.
The car rolled down the block, and turned for home.
End of Part One
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