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- Chapter 1
As a teacher in a small suburban
city northeast of Dallas, I'm constantly surrounded by boys. And,
as a lover of boys, it would be reasonable for you to assume I'm
constantly seducing-- or planning to seduce-- one beautiful child or
another. But you'd be absolutely wrong, dear reader.
Despite my profound attraction to younger males, it has never crossed
my mind to actually act on any of these desires. I'm
quite happily married, have a wonderful son, and a reasonably
comfortable life. No, I felt truly blessed to just be surrounded
by wonderful children, helping them in a mentoring role at what I feel
is the most important phase of a young person's life.
I teach fifth and sixth
grade math, which is most of the students'
least favorite subjects, and I realize that. As a result, I do my
best to make class as enjoyable as possible, and try to give the
students practical applications to what they're learning. I must
do a reasonably good job, as many parents have thanked me for opening
their child's mind to the fact that math doesn't have to be difficult
and can, in fact, be quite enjoyable and useful.
My son, Josh, is in sixth
grade at the school where I teach, and is a
fairly popular boy. He's
as smart as a whip, a star soccer player, the first chair flautist in
band, a red belt in Tae Kwon Do, and a patrol leader in his Boy Scout
troop. The list goes on and on. I'm a doting father and,
like most families in this small
town which seems centered
on education and youth, I am quite active in various youth
activities. Among other things, I serve as an assistant soccer
coach on Josh's team and as an
Assistant Scoutmaster in his Boy Scout troop. I was an Eagle
I was a child and have many fond memories of my scouting experience
and, even though I find the current experience a bit watered down and
hyper-sensitive, it is still very enjoyable and a great opportunity to
play an active role in my son's life.
My wife, Bonnie, is a
successful real estate agent in North Dallas and,
she is also involved in many of our son's activities, she's often
working in the evenings and on weekends when folks are generally
available to look at
homes. So she is rarely available to attend any of the scouting
events that keep us busy at least one weekend a month. But she's
an excellent mother and a very supporting wife. Her income often
averaged three times my own, but I was not an insecure man-- at
least not in that regard. I was pleased that Bonnie had a career
she enjoyed which happened to provide well for our family.
We met back in college, and
we were initially just very close
friends. As a result, she knew me when I was experimenting with
and questioning my sexuality back when we were both undergraduate
students. Bonnie, however, is thoroughly heterosexual.
Although that may sound strange, I'm certain there are a lot of people
in a similar situation. I elected to live a life 'in the closet'
and married my best friend because everything I wanted in my life, such
as teaching or having my own children, required I at least act
straight. Furthermore, after dabbling in a couple gay
my sophomore year, I soon realized I wasn't really attracted to men,
but to younger
males, perhaps 13 or 16 years old. My life as an openly gay male
seeking a temporary relationship just didn't make sense after that
So just what did Bonnie see
in me, a gay male? She married me
because, in her words, I was everything she wanted in a life partner; I
just happened to be predominantly homosexual. As she figured it,
the passion and lust were one of the first things to fade in a
relationship, but sharing a life with your best friend-- the one for
whom you would do anything-- is what keeps a relationship growing and
strengthening over the years. I'm certain there are many who
would scoff at such a notion, but after 15 years of marriage, I love
Bonnie more than I've ever loved another. True, there have been
times where our choice has been difficult and the confusion of my
orientation has occasionally caused strain on the marriage, but that's
married to your best friend comes in. I had always been faithful
to my lovely bride, and she's had faith in me. Furthermore, our
focus on raising Josh has been central to our relationship and our
desire to do our best for him has helped ease us through some of the
We had built a comfortable
life together and had everything we
desired. We had a loving and healthy son, a lovely four bedroom
home we'd had built two years ago, two late-model cars, a truck, a
motor boat which we used often on the
nearby lakes, and we had reached a point where we no longer had any
debt-- not even a mortgage. We had everything but the white
picket fence, but only because our Home Owners' Association wouldn't
allow it. Everything was nearly perfect until last year, when I
On the first day of school
last year, when the
new students began to file into my fifth grade math class, I was
standing at my desk in front
of the classroom looking toward the door, checking out
the new crop of students. Most looked timid, fresh from
elementary school and still a tad overwhelmed by changing classes,
having no recess, and such. I knew from experience that would all
fade by the end of the week or the beginning of the second week, but I
always enjoyed that first day. The
school had adopted a school 'uniform' policy this year (to which I was
an outspoken critic), so all of the kids were dressed in their new
school clothes, Docker style
pants or shorts and solid color polo shirts. I watched all the
as they made their way into the room, excited, nervous, and perhaps a
bit hungry since this was the class right before the lunch
period. All in all, they were a fine looking group of kids, but I
admit I was paying particular attention to the boys.
As I said earlier, my
attraction to younger males was a constant in my
life, but I had somehow carved out a part of my heart and mind which
was almost entirely separate from my 'real' life. I was friendly
with all kids and considered them almost sacred and, though I didn't
avoid touching them, I restricted myself to respectable
boundaries. I had developed a fairly extensive fantasy life which
excluded my wife and son and I accepted that as a small cost of the
choices I'd made. But in the process, I'd found the age of the
who intrigued me begin to slip lower and lower, down from the upper
teens when I was in college, to (at times) as low as four or five years
old. It's not as if I actually felt there was any realistic way to have
a relationship with a child or that actually touching a child that
young was good or healthy, it was just fantasy. But it was a
fantasy that was slowly creeping at the edges of my real life.
Because of how close we
were in most ways, I think Bonnie was painfully
aware of my attraction to boys, though
I'm still certain she chose to believe I was primarily attracted to
'older' boys, in their teens, for her own mental health. But she
knew a young boy could occasionally turn my head and steal
whatever discussion we were having, leaving me stuttering and wondering
what we'd just been discussing. Over the years, we'd even
discussed, in a roundabout way as the subject arose, intergenerational
relationships, and Bonnie had made it clear she felt that someone
who had those types of
desires was not inherently evil, but that
crossing that line most
certainly was. I believe she was
indirectly informing me that I was safe as long as I never acted on my
fantasies, and that's more than I could have hoped for; more than I
deserved. But I was on notice.
I was standing there at my
desk, smiling at the students as they made
their way into the class, filling in the seats, from
the back to the front, just like at church. I could already spot
the suck-up, the class clown, and the
potential trouble maker. I say that half in jest, because Texas
schools (especially in my district) are notoriously more disciplined
than many others. The bell started to ring, just as one final
student came rushing through the door. And when I saw him,
something stirred within my soul. I've
seen many a beautiful boy, and even had a rating scale of sorts.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who does, but I'd
never seen a genuine '10' in all my life. There were
had approached that rating but, for the first time in my life, there he
entering my classroom-- the boy who broke the scale as well as my
When his eyes met mine, it
felt as though my heart had stopped. I
felt an instant longing, as if he were the spark which had ignited a
long dormant memory, leaving me
breathless and a bit dizzy. I actually held the edge of my desk
myself. His eyes were a pale, blue-gray, the kind that are so
uncommon they almost force
you to stare. His blond hair was cut somewhat short, and I
noticed the hair was somewhat matted with perspiration at his ears and
was somewhat longer and kind of sticking up in front, combed that way
He appeared to be quite tan, but that could have been because his hair
was so light. His features were remarkable, as if carved by a
master sculptor, and had a slightly European look. His nose was
small, his brows thin, and his eyelashes were quite long, almost
All this I noticed in the
time it took him to find one of the last
remaining desks, all of which were at the front of the class, because
time had seemed to slow down upon this boy's entry. Trying to
my composure, I sat in my chair, facing the class. I
shuffled through some papers without breaking eye contact, taking a
deep breath before I
"Welcome to sixth grade
math, everyone," I told the class. I
couldn't help but stare at the boy who had nearly been tardy on his
first day. The children were silent and attentive. "Please
be in your seats and ready for class before the bell rings." I
said it to
the class, but I was looking at one student in
particular, and he lowered his eyes to the desk. The separation
of his eye contact finally allowed me to break my gaze.
I had a little introductory
speech prepared for my classes, which
introduced myself to the students, and that probably saved me.
"My name is Mr. Adams," I began, and I smiled, scanning the room. "You
may call me Mr. Adams." The class laughed lightly. I went
over the basic school and class rules rather quickly since they'd
already heard them several times already that day. I scanned the
class roster before beginning to take role. Which one was the
mystery boy? "When I call your name, please raise your hand and
tell the class a little about yourself. Thomas Anderson?" I
looked up to see if this could be the boy god, but it was not.
Another boy raised his hand, telling the class something about
himself. Having calmed down, I stood up from my desk and moved to
the front of it,
leaning against it and calling a couple more names. Each raised
their hand and gave a similar introduction.
I reached a name I wasn't
entirely sure how to pronounce. "Ian
Con... Conag..." I stumbled.
"Conaghan, sir," the
mystery boy politely informed me, raising his
hand. I looked up from the attendance sheet to the boy who had
nearly thrown me off my game.
"Thank you, Mr.
Conaghan. Would you please tell us a little about
Ian Conaghan," I said, trying the full name on for size.
"I'm a new student," he
began, and a few students snickered because, as
fifth graders, they were all new students at this school. He
smiled, realizing what he'd just said and I noticed he had deep dimples
in his cheeks and that he was wearing
braces. "I mean I just moved here a week ago. From Austin."
"Oh, really?" I
asked. "How are you liking it so far?" Our
town was growing rapidly, so it wasn't unusual to have new students
moving in throughout the school year. I just wanted to hear more of his
"I really like living so
close to the lakes." He grinned like the little
kid he was, his eyes shining brightly as if lit from behind.
"Any activities?" I
inquired as I drank him in, savoring every
memorizing every feature. In addition to his mesmerizing eyes,
his ears were exquisite. How could ears be exquisite? His
lips were full and moist, and I watched his mouth as he spoke.
Did I imagine that sparkle from his braces?
"I like soccer, band,
camping, and water skiing." As he went
through his list, I saw his eyes were smiling as well. He'd fit
in just fine, it seemed. "I also like PE, and English. And
social studies." He'd practically recited his class schedule,
leaving out math of course, and I had to smile. I'd have to see
could add a favorite to his list.
"Well, welcome, Ian
There were a hundred other questions I
wanted to ask him, but there were other students and a limited amount
"Thank you, sir," he said.
During lunch, I sat in the
teachers' lounge, picking at a sandwich and
thinking about Ian. I just couldn't shake him from my mind.
He seemed to have it all. A beautiful face, an athletic body, a
lovely voice. And, of course, spellbinding eyes.
"He's a new student from
Austin," I heard one of the nearby teachers
saying, and my ears perked up. I looked over to the table next to
mine, where a few female teachers were seated.
"Quite a looker," another
added, and I thought they must be
"Did you notice his eyes?"
the third one asked, and I knew they
were talking about Ian. As silly as it may seem, I envied their
ability to comment
on and discuss Ian's beauty so openly. Of course, they were not
speaking lustfully, but I knew I had no such outlet. I had often
wondered how women seemed to be able to openly admire the beauty of a
child, to hug and hold them, and even kiss them or talk about how cute
their 'bottoms' were, even with the child's mother without any sort of
stigma attached. Perhaps
it was the result of a seemingly all out media assault on pedophiles,
the confusion of child rapists and murderers with those who loved
My mind immediately shifted
to Josh, and I wondered if I could even
consider accepting an adult lusting for my child. No, I don't
think I could. I had never consciously felt any sort of sexual
attraction to my own son despite his incredible beauty, and perhaps
that was some sort of subconscious way of protecting him from his own
depraved father. Or maybe it was just that my paternal affection
for him, having changed his diapers and spent long nights awake with a
sick child. Whatever the reason, I was at least fortunate I'd
never had to deal with the implications of any of
those emotions. So I could understand completely the aversion to
someone lusting after my own son with one part of my mind, while
longing for someone else's with another.
As quickly as the subject
of Ian had come up, the ladies had moved on
to gossiping about some fat kid, and how it was really the parents'
fault. I had to agree with their assessment, since obesity seemed
to be my single turnoff, but I was no longer
interested in eavesdropping since the subject had changed from
Ian. I stood from the small table and threw the mostly uneaten
remains of my lunch in the trash. I needed some peace and quiet,
and decided to go back to my classroom. I just needed to get Ian
off my mind, or at least find a way to deal with it.
As I approached the
classroom, I saw Josh sitting in the hall against
the wall outside my room with, of all people, Ian.
"Hey, Dad!" Josh greeted
me, as he saw me approaching. He hopped
up from the floor and ran up to meet me. My son was still at an
age where he wasn't yet embarrassed to hug his father, and he did
so. I kissed him lightly atop his blond head, smelling my sweaty
boy, a scent I could recognize blindfolded.
"Hey, sport. What're
you doing here?"
"I wanted to introduce you
to Ian, but he told me you're one of his
"Hi, Mr. Adams," Ian said
as he extended his hand to me, and my heart
skipped a beat. I
really needed to get control of myself. His hand was flawless, his
fingers perfectly proportioned. He had one of those rubber
bracelets supporting something or another-- they were all the rage.
"Hello again," I
I took his perfect hand into mine, shaking
it. I noticed that, despite how soft and small his hand was, his
handshake was firm and he nodded his head once without breaking eye
contact. Someone had taught him well. I reluctantly let go
after a respectable amount of time. "How are you liking your new
school so far?" I asked, rubbing my hands together as if to
transfer some of that energy to my other hand. I looked down to
his tiny waist, cinched with a belt that was a bit too long, the end of
it protruding and hanging a bit. I furtively looked below the
belt and noticed how his pants poked out at the fly and wondered if boy
parts were pushing the material forward enticingly, or if it was just
fabric jutting forward. I couldn't tell.
"It's great!" he replied
enthusiastically. "It's way better than
my previous school." His smile was beautiful. Now that I
was closer, I noticed how perfect his teeth looked and wondered if that
was a result of his braces or if his parents were, like so many others
in this upper income area, simply vain and seeking to make their
childr perfect. It didn't matter either way to me, since I had
a particular fascination with boys who wore braces. It was merely
one in a long, and growing list of fetishes I was developing in my
overactive fantasy life.
"But anyway, Dad," Josh
interrupted, "I was wondering if Ian could come
over after school to play? He just moved into Jimmy's old
house." Jimmy Murphy had been Josh's best friend since we had
moved into the half-built neighborhood, before his father was
transferred to Australia by his company. The homes in this area
all had the garages in the back, and the rows of houses backed onto a
narrow alley, and the Murphy family had lived in the house just behind
ours, across the alley. I'd noticed a family had begun moving in
to the house, but I hadn't introduced myself yet, not wanting to
interfere with their moving process. What were the chances of Ian
moving into that particular house?
"Sure, that's fine," I
said, a bit too enthusiastically. I was
excited by the prospect of Ian being Josh's new best friend; and living
right behind us. "But
you know the rule about the pool." Although we had a neighborhood
pool, we had chosen to install a swimming pool for ourselves when we
had our house built and, while
it had been a considerable splurge for me, it was a veritable boy
magnet and I considered the steady stream of topless boys in my yard a
excellent return on investment.
"I know, Dad. No
swimming without adult supervision." He
rolled his eyes, having heard this prohibition a million times, give or
"You've got a pool?" Ian
asked us both, obviously excited.
"Cool!" Ian was a very animated boy, and I loved his almost over
exaggerated facial expressions.
"Uh huh," Josh
replied. "And a hot tub, too."
"Cool!" Just then,
the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch
"Remember we have scouts
tonight, too, Josh," I reminded him and Josh
"You're in Boy Scouts?" Ian
asked and Josh told him he was. "I'm in
Webelos, but I haven't found a new Pack, yet." His voice was so
smooth and pure. And so... sexy, I thought.
"You should join my old
Pack, and then when you cross over, you can
join my Troop!"
" That would be
awesome," Ian stated sincerely. "I wish I
was already in Boy Scouts."
"How old are you, Ian?" I
asked. I knew he was somewhere between
ten and eleven, probably the latter.
"I'll be eleven on January
12th," he told me. I just wanted to
know his age and, after he told me, I had no response. So I just
stood there like an idiot.
"Ok," Josh said.
go." They turned and began to walk down
the hall before Josh stopped and turned around. "Oh yeah.
"Yeah, thanks Mr.
Adams!" Ian added over his shoulder, equally
I was admiring how Ian's
torso tapered gently into his khakis and his
perfectly formed butt as they made their way down the hall. "My
pleasure," I told him. And I meant it sincerely.
I made it home a little
earlier than usual that afternoon, just before four o'clock.
Although we both went to the same school, Josh would often ride his
bike home since we lived so close and I usually stayed after school a
while for meetings, to grade papers, or to prepare a lesson for the
following day. But, this being the first
day of school, there were no papers to grade and... well, I also wanted
to be at home while Ian was still there. I thought a bit more about
the situation with Ian after the final class
let out, and I felt a lot better. I decided I'd just been a
little overcome with seeing my first real '10' that day, but there was
really nothing to worry about. I was a grown man with a lot of
self-control, and I'd always overcome the occasional infatuation.
I laughed openly at myself
on the brief ride over from school, and
marveling at my own reaction when I met Ian. It was like I was
some silly school girl, penciling Ian's name out on my notebook with
hearts. No, I didn't do that, but it didn't really seem so silly
to me anymore. I chuckled again, as I turned into the alley
behind my house. But, as I pulled into the driveway and saw a
bicycle lying in the driveway next to my son's, a familiar surge ran
through me. I reminded myself to calm down. Ian was a
student, and he was my son's friend. And he was only ten years
I entered the house and
heard the boys immediately, horsing around in
the family room. As I rounded the corner, the boys were playing
tug of war with Tigger, our two year old German Shepherd. The
boys had changed into their play clothes, and Ian was wearing a pair of
gray nylon shorts, the kind that only come down to mid-thigh, and a
sleeveless white tee. Tigger was pulling on the chew toy, and Ian
was down on his knees, bent over with his rump facing me. The
shorts were silky smooth, and I could tell he was either wearing boxers
underneath or... or nothing. Ian was giggling and jiggling, and
time he pulled the toy toward himself, his ass would thrust out, and I
thought I could see a bulge where his balls should be. Oh, this
was going to be more difficult than I thought.
"Hello, boys," I said,
making my presence known, and they paused just
long enough to return my greeting. Tigger instantly ran up to
greet me, however, and I crouched down to pet him. Josh then
sauntered over and hugged me around my shoulder while Ian spun around
to sit on his butt, his legs splayed enough that I could see up the leg
of his shorts enough to know he was wearing boxers. My eyes
lingered only for a moment before I raised them to stare into his eyes.
"Hi there, Mr. Adams," Ian
said, and his eyes seemed to sparkle.
I thought he may have seen where I had been looking only a moment
earlier but that might have just been my own guilt. He crossed
and, for a split second, I thought I may have seen more than just his
upper thigh as he did so. "How was your first day?" I was
impressed with his manners and I had to smile. His feet were bare
and I noticed his feet looked simply delicious.
"It was pretty great," I
told him, looking back to his face. "How
was yours?" Josh stood from my side and resumed the game of tug
of war half-heartedly with Tigger and I stood as well.
exclaimed. He stood from his seated position and
moved over toward me, putting his hands up and outward. Was he
asking for a hug? Did he want me to pick him up? He moved
up closer, and I put my arms out slightly. I didn't want to look
like an idiot, but I didn't want to refuse whatever he was seeking
either. He didn't seem to be bothered about looking foolish, and
just walked up and wrapped his arms around my torso, giving me a quick
but friendly hug. I returned the gesture, hugging him around his
shoulders, feeling his warmth-- his body heat as well as his
friendliness. Some kids are just affectionate, and I'm not averse
to hugging my students from time to time, but we'd only met a few hours
body felt so small in my arms, all bones and muscle. He released me almost
immediately after the hug began,
and then moved over and hugged Tigger. I felt like a dork.
When we separated, I
glanced toward Josh, wondering if he found the hug
strange, but he was just smiling and tugging on Tigger's toy
rope. Of course, I was over-thinking things. He had no
reason to feel anything was out of place.
"Hey, Dad?" Josh said
as I looked over at him. "Can Ian and
I go swimming?"
"I'm sure y'all can, Josh," I
replied, and he rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming next.
Ian chuckled, and I guessed he saw it coming, too.
"May we go swimming father dearest?"
asked me. What a butt.
"Well, probably not today,"
I told him. "We need to have dinner
and we have scouts after that."
"Oh, Dad, we just want to
swim for a little bit."
"Is Mom home?" I asked.
"She's on her way," he
replied, "She called just before you got home
and said she's bringing home pizza, and she said there was enough for
Ian, too. So we have a couple hours to swim. If you'll
watch us," he added with a coy smile.
I looked over at Ian and,
as usual, he was smiling at me
expectantly. How could I resist that?
"Do you promise to get get
ready when I tell you it's time?"
"On my honor."
"Me, too, Mr. Adams" Ian
added, though I hadn't placed any conditions on him.
"Ian, will your parents
mind if you go swimming?"
"No, sir. I already
asked my Mom and she said it was fine as long
as it was ok with you. And I brought my trunks," he added with
his own coy smile. "Just in case." That smile had me
"Ok, then," I told them,
and they began whooping it up. Tigger
joined in their excitement, bouncing around as if he were going
swimming, too. Josh and Ian zipped up the stairs to change with
Tigger in tow.
I headed for my bedroom,
which was on the ground floor, to change out
of my work clothes. I wondered if the boys would change together,
and then immediately chastised myself for the thought. I
wondered, too, if I should change into my
suit. I wasn't sure if Bonnie would want help with feeding the
kids, so I decided against it, and changed into some shorts and a tee
shirt, just as I heard Tigger running down the hall toward the
laundry room, whining. Bonnie was home.
I headed out to the garage
to help Bonnie with the pizza, kissing her
as she got out of the car. "Hello, baby," she said. "How
was your first day?"
"Brilliant, as always," I
replied with a smile, reaching into the
back seat and getting the food. "How was yours?"
"Short, thank God," she
said. "But I think the Liebermans are
going to put an offer in on the house down on the corner, so I just
grabbed some pizza."
"Cha-ching!" I said, and
she snickered. The house was one of the
nicer ones in town, so that meant a fairly nice commission.
Despite how new the neighborhood was, there were already people moving
out and others moving in. We
headed into the house and into the kitchen, setting the food up on the
counter. Josh, as if pulled down by the scent of pizza, came
jogging down the stairs, running around the bar in just his swim suit
to greet his mother.
"Hi, Mom!" He hugged
and kissed his Mom.
"Hello yourself, naked
boy," she teased as she hugged him. "Are
you going swimming?"
"Uh huh. Dad said it was
"Well, ok," she said,
glancing at me questioningly. She knew I didn't normally allow
Josh to swim
before Scouts. As much as he loved Scouts, it was always a little
stressful getting him to get ready for his troop meetings.
"Where's your friend? Ian, is it?" She glanced over at me
again, and I felt a little guilty.
"Yep. He's coming
down in a sec. He's really cool,
Mom. Huh, Dad?"
"Yes, Josh," I told
him. "He's so cool, he's wearing a leather
jacket into the pool." I did think he was cool, but why?
And how could I agree with that?
"Dad..." he groaned.
As if on cue, I saw Ian
coming down the stairs first because of where I
was standing. I think I imagined the spotlight and sultry music,
but I am pretty certain he did float down the stairs without touching a
single one, moving in slow motion. He was wearing navy blue
swimming trunks with a white stripe down each side, which was split up
an inch or two. The trunks hung well below his navel, giving me
an expansive view of his lower abdomen and the muscular lines which
extended from his hips down into his suit and I thought about where
lines would meet-- right at that pleasant little bulge in front.
The waist band of his trunks couldn't have been too far above his penis
and, in fact, it appeared to rest right along his root. I felt my
mouth go dry.
Considering his age, Ian
had the most impressive six pack I have ever
seen, much more so than Josh's, which I thought was among the best. I
could see each individual muscle clearly displayed, and they rippled
and flexed as he made his way down the stairs. His tight little
belly button was an inny, which I preferred. His nipples were
merely dime sized and were framed by-- I swear-- a little shelf of pecs.
The suit extended just
above the middle of his thighs, and I was
thankful he wasn't wearing those trunks that hung down below the
knee. I hated those, and I hated them for the reason I loved the
one he was wearing-- they displayed the most beautiful pair of muscled
thighs I had ever seen, hairless except for a little peach fuzz on the
lower shins. His knees were perfect for his body, not knobby in
the slightest. I was so taken with his beauty that I heard my son
as if he were speaking in some other room.
"Hey, Ian," Josh called out
to his friend, "come meet my Mom.
Mom, this is Ian." I'm not sure who else it could've been, but
Josh seemed to be quite proud of his younger friend.
I looked over to Bonnie
and, instead of looking at Josh's friend, she
was looking directly at me, and in that moment I knew that she knew. Without missing a beat,
she looked over at Ian and greeted him warmly. "Well, hello
Ian. How are
you?" She opened the boxes of pizza on the counter.
"I'm doing well, thank you"
Ian told her. "Nice to meet you." He
approached her and reached out and shook Bonnie's hand, which made her
smile. "How are
"Just dandy," she
joked. "Are you boys hungry?"
"Yeah!" The boys dove
in to the pizza and I noticed Ian took only
one piece while Josh had placed three on his plate. Josh moved
over to the breakfast table and sat down, while Ian stayed with Bonnie
I had noticed that Tigger
and I had received hugs from Ian, but Bonnie
had not. Perhaps to even the score, or perhaps from a little
lingering guilt, I hugged Bonnie. She returned the hug before
separating. She asked me "Aren't you going swimming, Mark?"
Was that a set up?
Josh continued eating, but
I noticed Ian looked over to me
expectantly. "Yeah, Mr. Adams," he said, "You should come
swimming with us." He flashed me a smile and I again noticed how
much I liked boys with braces.
"Might as well," Bonnie
told me. "You're going to have to be out
there anyway." I detected no sarcasm or sigh in her voice.
"Well..." I said, thinking
"Come on," Ian urged.
"It would be funner if you did." I
thought it was unusual Ian wanted me to go. I don't think any of
his friends had ever pleaded with me to go swimming with them before.
"Ok," I replied after
thinking it over a second.
"Cool!" Ian said, and with
his free hand, he patted me on my
shoulder. I grabbed a piece of pizza and a plate, and moved to
the table with Ian following close behind, sitting in the seat across
from Josh, next to me. Bonnie, however, headed down the hall
toward the master bedroom, presumably to change clothes.
The boys chatted, and
I noticed Ian chewed with his mouth closed
and didn't speak with his mouth full, both of which were pet peeves of
mine. Yes, this boy might just be perfect. Ian ate his
pizza slowly, carefully chewing each bite. I motioned to Ian that
he had a little smear of sauce in the corner of his mouth and he just
kept chewing, but leaned his face toward me and tilted his head.
I picked up my napkin and I wiped the corner of his mouth, like you
would do for a little boy. He smiled, raising his eyebrows to me
in thanks, I think. It must be something his parents do for him,
thought. I noticed, however, that his left hand went to his lap
and he held his penis through his trunks with his thumb and middle
A little jolt went through
me and I looked back up to his face.
He captured me again with his eyes, and held the gaze with a
"Thanks," he told me when he finished chewing, but I noticed with my
peripheral vision he gently rolled his penis around between his fingers
for a moment before finally releasing it. I returned his smile, a
little nervously. Was it even possible this boy was flirting with
me, I wondered?
"Uh... you're welcome," I
told him. Ian looked over at Josh, and
I did as well. He was already working on his third slice of
pizza. Ian looked over to me again.
"You should probably get
changed," he told me.
I stood from the table
before realizing I had developed a slight bulge
in my shorts. Only noticeable to me, I thought, but I noticed
Ian's gaze had dropped to my waist, or thereabout, for a second before
returning it back to his plate and he smiled.
I headed down the hall
toward the bedroom, closing the door behind
me. Bonnie must have been in the master bath, and I took my shirt
off, looking at myself in the mirror above the dresser. I still
had a very fit body, mostly because of good genetics but also because I
exercised regularly and ate a fairly good diet (pizza excepted).
I turned to each
side, looking at myself from a couple different angles, generally
pleased with what I saw. For a 35 year old, I was doing pretty
well. My blonde hair had become a bit darker, but I still had all
hair, and I hadn't yet developed the mass of chest and back hair my
"You look fine," Bonnie
teased, coming out of the bath. I hadn't
heard her coming and I felt a little embarrassed for my vanity.
She reached around my waist from behind with both hands and her right
hand slid down onto my cock. I'd seen this type of behavior a few
times from Bonnie, when she felt my eye was wandering, and I knew well
enough to let it happen. It wasn't as if she was staking a claim,
but almost like she was trying to distract me from my obsession.
We never talked about it. I saw in the mirror she wore no top,
and her I could feel her breasts pressing against my back.
She unbuttoned my shorts
and seductively slid the zipper down, running
the tips of her fingers along my partially erect cock. "No
underwear?" she asked.
"No..." I began, but she
chuckled. I occasionally went commando,
and she wasn't really asking for an explanation. She wrapped her
around my lengthening cock and gently pulled it forward and then back
again. I closed my eyes, putting my hands behind me onto her
hips, running my fingers along her silky panties. I was soon at
my full, if uninspiring, six inches. Bonnie slid down to her
knees, turning me around by my
waist, my shorts around my ankles now, and took me into her
mouth. I closed my eyes again, but Ian flashed into my mind and I
opened them again quickly as if to banish the thought of him. She
wrapped her left hand around my nearly hairless scrotum, above my balls
and sliding her
right hand along the top of my ass, pressing me further into her
throat, down to my neatly trimmed pubes. Her fingers then trailed
down between my cheeks, which
she knows gets me going.
A knock on the bedroom door
made Bonnie stop, just holding my cock in
her mouth. "Are you coming,
Dad?" Josh asked impatiently through the door.
"In just a minute,
son," I called out to him, and both Bonnie and
I laughed quietly. I heard Josh going down the hall.
I put my hands on the side
of Bonnie's face and began pumping into her
mouth. She had become quite an avid cocksucker over the years,
and I guess my own experience had been transferred to my wife.
I'd never really been sexually attracted to another woman, but sex with
wife was an expression of love, and I'd rarely had any difficulty
performing with Bonnie. I'd never thought of sex with males when
having sex with her, either, but now I felt my mind kept wandering back
to Ian, and it was bothering me. I imagined it was Ian's face I was holding, that his full lips were the ones wrapped
around my staff. I kept trying to push him from my mind, but the
more I did, the more intense the images were. I imagined him
leaning down in those silky gray shorts and how they matched his eyes,
my hands pulling them down and exposing his firm ass and his ball sac,
so plump and so tight against his body, just below his rosebud. I
envisioned him sitting at the breakfast table, fondling himself through
the swim suit, and pulling them up at edge so I could see his erection,
both hidden and visible through the gauzy mesh liner of his trunks.
I shook my head violently,
as if to shake the images of Ian from my
mind, just as I blew a full load of spunk into Bonnie's warm
mouth. I usually warned her and gave her the option to decide
whether this was a swallowing session or not, but this one had come out
of nowhere. I heard her slurping and sucking as my knees began to
buckle and, after a moment, she pulled herself up by my waist to face
me. She kissed me passionately, and I could taste my own cum in
her mouth as my cock rubbed against her belly.
She pulled away after a
little while. "You'd better get changed
if the boys are going to have any time to swim," she told me, running
the back of her hand against the corner of her mouth. She headed
off to the bathroom, leaving me standing there with my cock still
pulsing and my mind still pushing the thoughts of Ian from my
head. I stepped out of my shorts and opened the dresser drawer,
selecting a navy pair of swim trunks which matched Ian's and stepped
into them, adjusting my half-hard cock into a comfortable
position. I opened the blinds to allow a little light into the
room, and I saw the boys in the backyard, tossing a football back and
forth. I noticed how all of Ian's muscles seemed to work in
concert before I grabbed a towel and went out to the patio through the
back door. It was a typical hot and humid August
When the boys saw me, Josh
tossed the football to the side and they
both gave a little cheer. Something about swimming brings out the
best in boys, I think, and these guys were no exception. "I'm
tired of waiting for you guys," I teased, and they groaned. "Are
you ready to swim or what?"
"Yeah!" exclaimed Ian, and
Josh just did a cannonball right into the
water. Ian laughed out loud and gave me look that seemed to say
"Kids..." and I smiled back at him. "Thanks for letting me go
swimming, Mr. Adams," he told me. I wanted to tell him to call
me Mark while we were out of school, but decided against it.
That's not really done here until a parent gives their permission, and
I hadn't yet met his folks. Besides, I needed to keep this
relationship from getting too close.
"You're more than welcome,"
I told him. He moved over toward me
and again gave me a quick hug, and I savored his nearly naked body as
it pressed against mine. I could smell his special scent, all
boy, and almost kissed him on top of his head, just
before he released me and trotted to the edge of the pool and hopped
watched as he surfaced, his hair now plastered down on his head.
I watched the boys romp a bit in the water as I sat on the edge,
dangling my legs into the cool water. Ian noticed I wasn't in the
water yet and swam up to the edge.
"Come on in," he told me,
"the water's fine," and I laughed at
him. From his current position, he could stand, the water up just
past his waist. He began pulling on my leg by the ankle and just
above my calf, trying to pull me in. I relished in the touch of
his bony hands probing me, and delayed entry into the water to prolong
it. He released my calf and moved his right hand to my left ankle
and began pulling. He was stronger than I thought and I leaned
back, shifting my weight for my advantage. He slid his hands up
my legs, under my knees for more leverage. I noticed he seemed to
be looking at my crotch, and I felt my it responding
slightly. To avoid a scene, I gave in and allowed him to pull me
in to the water. He laughed one of those full body laughs and I
lunged forward to dunk him. He continued his melodic laughter,
swiftly pulling away and swimming to the far side of the pool.
Josh saw the game going on
and wanted a piece of the action. He
swam around to my side and latched onto me, somehow thinking he could
dunk me, I assume. I peeled him off me, lifted him into the air
and tossed him into the water, causing him to shriek with
pleasure. I couldn't see where Ian had gone, but then I felt him
pounce onto my back a split second later. His arms wrapped around
my chest and he pulled his legs up around my waist, latching his ankles
together above my drawstring.
"Gotcha!" he yelled.
I tried to discern if I could detect his
bulge against the small of my back, but I could not. The weight
his body, however, was pushing my trunks down slightly as I tried in
vain to escape his hold. I reached my hands behind me and began
to tickle him, just above his hips. He squealed, but gripped me
tighter with his arms and legs, and I really thought I was at risk of
losing my suit as it pushed further down, just past my crack. At
the same time, I could feel his heel against my swelling manhood.
I pushed my hands deeper between us, moving toward the lower part of
his belly to tickle his tummy when I felt it-- a distinctly firm lump
against the backs of my fingers under Ian's trunks. Maybe it was
just the waistband...
Josh was trying to assist
his friend by splashing me with water, making
me close my eyes against the onslaught. I began to tickle Ian
just below his belly button, and he broke free, swimming quickly away
from me. Josh let out a victory cheer before swimming off toward
the diving board, and I wondered if I had freaked Ian out. I
scanned the pool, rubbing my eyes. He had moved over to the other
side of the pool, about 15 feet away. His back was to me, but I
could see he was looking down and his hands were under the water,
obviously adjusting himself. I felt a little guilty until I saw
him turn around and smile at me, and he actually winked at me.
Maybe he just had water in his eyes, but I didn't believe that.
Excited and confused, I
pulled my swimming trunks back into place and
moved to the edge of the pool nearest me and pulled myself up out of
the water onto the
edge, leaning forward to conceal my slightly bulging shorts. I
saw Ian making his way back toward my side of the pool, presumably to
pull me off the edge again. I debated whether to repeat our game,
but before I had arrived at a decision, Ian was almost there. I
slipped into the pool and turned toward the house to hide the tent in
my trunks, and rested my arms along the top edge of the pool. I
saw Josh flinging off the diving board into the water as Ian snaked his
hands around my hips and locked his hands together, trapping my
erection between the palms of his hands he tried to pull me
backward. I could clearly feel his firmness against my
thigh. He pulled harder and slightly downward, causing the head
of my penis to stick out above the edge of my suit under the
water. He ran his clasped hands up along my shaft and squeezed
the tip of my penis between his hands. Up until that point,
everything could have been explained away as accidental, but not now...
There I was, standing in
the pool with a nearly eleven year old student of mine,
masturbating me, his own erection poking me from behind. I was
thoroughly conflicted. Wasn't this what I thought I wanted, to be
seduced by the most beautiful boy I had ever seen? Or was
this the stuff of fantasy only, the reality being too much to
comprehend? I struggled to think clearly, diverted by the
movement of Ian's thumbs as they came along the side of my swollen
head, his hands still clasped together and pressing my cock through my
suit. I could feel precum lubricating the friction between my
cock and his thumbs. Young boys don't really do this sort of
thing, do they?
I wriggled to shake him off
of me, or to enhance the pleasure he was
giving me-- I honestly don't know which. I heard him
grunting as he latched on tighter and pushed the front of my suit down
further to the base of my cock. One hand moved to the base of my
cock, holding it firmly, while the other began masturbating me now in
earnest. I was approaching the point of no return when something
in me clicked.
"Ian," I choked, releasing
the edge of the pull and putting my
hands on top of both of his small
hands. He stopped for a moment, but didn't release his hands from
my erection. "We need to stop for a minute." He released me
then, and began to swim away and I turned my head to look at
him. His face was sad for the first time since I'd met him
earlier today. He went to the stairs and sat on one of the middle
steps, wrapping his arms around his legs.
I pulled up the front of my
trunks, trapping my erection with the waistband and, after a moment or
two, I moved
over toward the steps and leaned down on my knees in front of
him. My erection had begun to subside.
"Are you ok?" I asked
him. I could still hear Josh splashing up a
storm somewhere behind me.
"Uh huh," he acknowledged,
but said nothing else. I moved closer
and put my hands on his calves. He looked into my eyes, but he
didn't recoil from my touch.
"Did I hurt your feelings,
"I'm sorry, Mr.
Adams. I didn't mean to." He looked down
toward the knees again.
"It's ok, buddy. You
just surprised me a little." He looked
like he was going to cry, causing my heart to swell into my
throat. I have a very tender spot in my heart for a crying boy.
I'm still not sure why I
did it-- perhaps to tell him things were fine,
or perhaps to make him feel better. But no matter how many times I've
run it back through my mind, I don't believe it was for purely selfish
reasons. But there, in my back yard with my son in the pool and
my wife somewhere on the other side of the windows, I slid my hands up
his legs, under the water, and ran my hands up
his smooth, thighs until I felt the mesh liner beneath the loose legs
of his trunks. His eyes snapped up again to meet mine, his
blue-gray eyes moist and his face questioning. I ran my fingers
against the liner along the top edge of his thighs, and he spread his
legs a bit, giving me more access. He placed his left hand on my
shoulder as if to steady himself.
Nearly oblivious now to my
surroundings, I was now in a world of my
own. There was no sound now but the far away splashing of water
and the erotic panting of Ian.
I ran my fingers downward
along the liner, reading the somewhat silky,
yet coarse material with my fingertips as if it were braille. My
fingers were just beginning to prune up from the water, but that only
heightened the sensations as I ran them down between his thighs.
He scooted forward to the edge of the step which caused his legs to
separate even further. I was like a blind man 'reading' another's
features as I traced along the inside of his thighs and along his
balls, but I could clearly see Ian's sweet face, his eyes half
closed. As my fingers moved back upward, I could feel the mesh
material pulled sharply upward by his erection. I pressed my
fingers up alongside his scrotum and could clearly feel his rapid pulse
beneath my lustful touch.
He moved his right hand to
my other shoulder now, pulling me slightly
into him. I ran my fingers just under the edge of the liner and
along his silky smooth, hairless scrotum pulled tightly against his
little body. My fingers met at the base of his small,
marble-sized testes and the fingers of my right hand crept further to
the fine line of his perineum. I rubbed it gently and slid one
finger backward until I encountered his tight little hole.
Ian grunted lightly which
brought me back to reality. I scanned
my surroundings and saw Josh climbing the ladder on the far side of the
pool for another dive. I looked back toward the house and looked
at the windows, but the light reflecting on them still hid anything
view. I looked over my shoulder toward Ian's house, but could
only see the roof line from the pool.
He squeezed his legs
together briefly to let me know he was still
there, and my hands resumed their exploration of the boy god before
me. I knew I was a little more aware of my surroundings now and
knew I should quit while I was ahead, but events were set into motion I
was reticent to interrupt. My cock was rock hard, pressing my
suit out obscenely as I heard a splash as Josh dove into the pool
again, and I pushed my whole hand inside his liner, cupping his small
basket in my right hand, eliciting another groan from Ian before I felt
his hand grab mine. Had I gone too far?
At that moment, I heard
Josh swimming up behind me and I quickly pulled
my hand out of Ian's pants. "What are you doing?" asked
Josh, and my mind began searching for a
plausible reason for the situation. I began rubbing Ian's
"Ian got a cramp," I lied
to my son. "I'm just trying to work it
"Oh, that happens to me all
the time," Josh told Ian. "You need
more magnesia in your diet." I laughed out loud.
"Magnesium," I corrected
him. "Not magnesia. And potassium,
and maybe calcium." My heart was pounding in my chest from lust
"Oh yeah," Josh said with a
goofy smile. "That's what I meant!"
"Yeah," Ian said, his voice
a little shaky. "Magnesium..."
He smiled at me as I worked out his fake cramp.
"Feel better?" I asked him,
continuing the ruse.
"Well, I still feel a bit
tight, but I think it'll be ok," he said with
another wink. This boy was sharp. "Thanks, Mr.
Adams. That felt good."
"Well, let me know if you
get another cramp," I told him.
"Oh I will," he said.
"I meant I will tell you if I do, not that I'll get another
cramp. I mean, I probably will get another cramp, but... oh, you
know what I mean!" All three of
us laughed, each for a different reason.
We goofed around in the
water a while longer, Ian and I still playing a bit of grab ass, though
much more cautiously. It would have looked completely innocent to
the average bystander. Eventually, Bonnie
stuck her head out the door. "Time to get ready for Scouts,
guys." I scanned her face quickly, but detected no awareness of
anything amiss. I'd need to be more careful in the future, I
thought to myself.
"Alright, honey," I called
back to her. "Let get out,
boys." I lingered in the water for a bit, waiting for my
partially inflated cock to subside, but the lingering images of Ian
meant it was probably a lost cause.
"May I go with you guys
some time to Scouts?" Ian asked me. "I
know I'm only in Webelos, but maybe I could come along some time?"
"Absolutely," I told him.
"How 'bout tonight, Dad?"
"I can't tonight, Josh,"
Ian told him before I could answer. I
was going to say yes. "But maybe next week?"
"We'll see," I said, the
typical parental answer, not wanting to sound
too enthusiastic. "I'll need to talk it over with your parents."
"Ok," he said. "I'll
ask 'em, though." He stood in front of
me on the step of the pool and I saw his water soaked suit was pressed
against his crotch. I couldn't determine the size or shape of his
equipment because of the folds of the garment, but I could definitely
tell he was a boy. He reached down under the legs of his shorts
and ran his fingers along the liner, getting everything back in
shook my head with the realization that my hand had just been in those
trunks a couple minutes earlier and I hadn't touched his stalk.
Well, there's always
To be continued...