Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2021 20:21:36 +0000 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: A complete innocent Caden is a complete innocent. It's really amazing to see: he's 13, growing like a weed, hiding frequent erections (and doing a poor job of it), yet for all those signs of hormones going wild I don't think he has much of an inkling about sex. The only computer he has at home is shared and in the living room, and his parents won't get him a phone until he's 16. I know he goes to sleepovers with friends, but he just radiates "not a clue" about what's going on with his body. Caden has never slept over at my place, but he spends a lot of days here, especially since the pandemic hit. He likes visiting with my cats as he has none, and when everything shut down it apparently shut down most of his friendships, too. We avoided inter-household contact at first, but when we realized that we were being safe and had no contact outside of our homes, my place became an extension of his family's and I would eat with them sometimes and Caden started visiting more. He's a restless kid, always wriggling and standing up to walk around and grabbing at his peter to adjust it clumsily, and his bright eyes are always darting around, taking in as much about the world as he can handle. Recently when he was visiting I was reminded of a "Calvin and Hobbes" strip, in which Calvin asks his mother what parts of people cannibals eat. When I explained it to the boy, he lifted up his t-shirt and asked, "What do you wanna eat?" I damned near bit off my tongue. Caden is a trusting, adorable kid who loves physical affection like hugs and back rubs. This afternoon we were watching television together and when he snuggled in close, I started rubbing his back. "Can I take off my shirt?" he asked. "To watch TV?" I replied? "Don't care as much about that as you rubbing me," he said. Interesting wording. Did he have any idea what he did to me? No, he seemed completely oblivious. "Do you want to go in the bedroom, so you can stretch out? We can talk about your shirt there." "Okay." We moved into the bedroom, and Caden kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the mattress in a single motion. "Can I take my shirt off now?" His voice was muffled by a pillow, making me laugh. "You can if you want, unless you want someone else to do it." "Someone else." "Well if that's what you want, you ask that person. You have to say what you want taken off and what you want rubbed." A pause. "Would you please take off my socks?" he asked. Curious that it was socks rather than shirt, I thought, but I complied. "Did you want anything rubbed right now?" "Please rub my legs." I rubbed his calves and ankles a bit, then I was still curious about him not asking for the shirt to be removed. "If you want something else taken off, you have to ask," I said. "What if I don't know what I want?" he said. "If you really want me to pick, then tell me to pick." "You pick." Very curious. I knew I should take this slow, but logic was already moving into the back seat. I ran my hands up his legs to his waistband, under his shirt and then underneath his pelvis to find the button. Caden did not resist, and because they were button-fly jeans, they came open easily. I slid them down his legs and off. His t-shirt was long enough to cover his butt. "You pick again." My mouth felt dry as I reached up to find his hidden underpants. This time, he lifted his pelvis to allow me to remove the garment. I rubbed up his legs again, and over his little buns. "You're only rubbing the back?" he asked, lifting his head a bit to make his voice clear. "You can ask me to rub any part I can see," I said. "You can even ask me to kiss any part I can see," I added hopefully. He rolled over then, pulling the shirt up as if to remove it, but leaving it instead so that it covered his face. "Kiss any part you can see," he said through the fabric. I took him all in, from the smooth underarms--the rest of his arms now entangled in his shirt--to his lean torso and down from there. The boy spread his legs and I saw a tight, young body surrounding a hard penis that had surely never known the sexual touch of another human being. It was not so small as to seem infantile, and there was some hair near the base, which relieved me. There is nothing that's more of a turnoff to me than no pubic hair; I am not interested in people who haven't reached puberty, or anyone who would like to pretend that they haven't. The hairs were not numerous, but there were enough to confirm that this boy was ready and willing. I bent forward and kissed him there. "You can say tongue in, or tongue out," I said, making sure my breath was felt on his member. "Out," he groaned. As soon as my tongue's tip touched his tipped, his body jerked and spasmed as semen shot out. He rubbed against my face and moaned as he came. I guess Caden isn't a COMPLETE innocent. ________________________________________________________________________________ If you enjoyed the preceding work of fiction, please consider donating to Nifty. Every dollar goes a long way. I am delighted to be listed as a prolific net author; you can find a current list of my Nifty contributions by visiting https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#paternalwatcher.