Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 18:28:29 -0600 From: K Andrews Subject: Almost A Man, Part 2 Email me at kastorywriter@hotmail.com AOL IM screen name kastorywriter Almost A Man, Part 2 The boy arched his back and smiled widely knowing what was next. I told him we didn't have long before his parents expected him back, so we were just going to do it and get it over with. He jumped up off the bed and stood in front of me, his erection standing up against his flat stomach. I sat on the bed, reached forward to grasp his hard organ, and began to masturbate him. As he sighed and bent his knees a little, I remembered the first time I'd ever touched him... He and his parents moved next door to me when he was 8 years old. Our backyards weren't separated by a fence, so when I'd let my dog out the back door, he'd sometimes wander over into the boy's yard, where the boy would play with him until I called him back inside. Eventually the boy would come over and ask me if the dog could come out, and I'd let the dog out into the backyard and then sit and watch the two of them play catch or roll around on the ground. I was attracted to the boy the instant I first saw him, with his short-cropped dark hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a toothy smile. After a while the boy would spend time with me and we have discussions on just about every subject. He had the type of personality that would light up a room, and I was happy that he found me so interesting that he wanted to be around me. I became close friends with his parents, spending dinners at their house, and joining in on barbeques in the backyard on holidays. Sometimes I even had the boy over to my house for an evening or overnight if his parents were going out or spending a weekend night away at a B&B. I got to be like the cool uncle he never had, and I enjoyed how our friendship grew into something special. Well, it might have been a friendship for him, but it was love for me. The boy was the most beautiful I'd ever seen, and I did everything I could to be around him. Only in my fantasies did I have the nerve to touch him and explore his slim body and make love to him like a man does to a special little boy. I masturbated almost every day thinking about him, his adoring eyes, how much he looked up to me, and how much he liked me and wanted to be just like me. As we got more comfortable around each other I started to expose my body to him. I'd take off my shirt so he could see my hairy chest, or I'd walk around my house in just my briefs so he could see the outline of my penis against the fabric. I'd often catch him looking, and when I did I'd feel an almost instant stiffening and I'd have to leave the room or cover myself quickly. While I didn't think exposing my chest and my soft penis in my underwear was too much, I didn't know what would happen if he saw me erect. I didn't want to scare him away by such a blatant display. I knew it would take time to work up to that stage. And as much time as we'd spent together, I never once saw him completely naked. Occasionally I'd see him in his briefs and catch just a faintest hint of his penis behind the white cotton. At that age he didn't really have much to show, but nonetheless I would have given anything for a brief glimpse. As he got a little older, around 10 or so, our relationship was one of close friends and confidants, although I was 20 years older than the boy. We shared secrets and talked about everything, and sometimes the talk turned to sex. At first the boy would ask very vague questions about anatomy and the mechanics of sex, and then as he grew more comfortable with the subject, he'd ask pointed personal questions about me and my sex life. I answered all his questions honestly, telling him about the women I had sex with and about the woman I was currently dating. I told him all about male and female anatomy, how men and women have sex, the different variations of the sex act, and how wonderful sex could be. Whenever we started a sex discussion I'd grow erect and stay that way until we moved on to another subject. More than once I thought I saw an erection in the boy's pants, but I didn't want to draw attention to it, so I would glance once or twice and then ignore it and save the image for a long masturbation session after he left. One night the subject turned to puberty and the male body, and the boy said he'd never seen an adult man before. He asked about puberty, physical development, and sexual development. He asked me when I'd started puberty and when I'd finished, and I explained the process as best I could remember. He asked about my size and erections and wet dreams and pubic hair. The talk seemed to go on forever, and the entire time I could feel my erection as stiff as steel. We then started to watch TV, and the erection I'd had discussing my experience with puberty subsided, and then out of the blue the boy asked, "Can I see yours?" At first I wasn't sure what he was asking, and then it dawned on me he was asking to see my penis. I looked him, and he looked away, suddenly embarrassed that he'd asked such a question. I said, "Sure, I guess so, You've seen me in my underwear, right?" The boy nodded, and I stood up and unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans. I put my thumbs inside the waistband of my briefs and pushed everything down to my ankles. And there I stood, my penis and testicles exposed to the little boy I'd been in love with for years. His eyes widened and he said, "Oh, man, you're huge!" He sat forward to get a better look. I laughed. "I'm not really that huge. I just look big because you're still a little guy." "I sure am. Look!" He stood up and pulled down his pants with one smooth motion, and pushed his hips slightly forward to give me the full view of his small organ. At age 10 he hadn't yet begun any real growth. His penis was probably just over an inch in length, and his scrotum was still boyishly smooth and devoid of any of the wrinkles and thick skin that characterize an adult's. His scrotum was small and tight up against his body, but I could still see the smallest lumps where his testicles pushed lightly against the skin. I could feel myself begin to stiffen, so I quickly pulled up my pants and said, "Well, there you have it! Let me get some Cokes for us." I quickly retreated to the kitchen to catch my breath and wait for my erection to soften. We played show and tell a few more times, and then one night after we'd pulled our pants down to expose ourselves, he asked, "Can I touch it?" Reflexively I said, "Sure!" I wanted to take it back because I wasn't sure I wanted to take our relationship to this next step yet, but he'd already reached out and took the head of my penis in one of his small hands while he lifted my testicles with the other. His hand moved over the very sensitive ridge of my glans, and I felt a shot of electricity up my back and the blood began to flow to my penis. "Wow, you get stiff like me," he exclaimed as my erection twitched and grew in his hand. "Look!" I looked down at his groin and sure enough his was completely erect, or as completely erect as he could get at that age. He was about two and a half inches erect at that point, and while his organ was small, it looked incredibly stiff sticking out from his little-boy body. "Go ahead, touch it, Mike!" I couldn't believe what he was inviting me to do. I bent and reached down and took his small erection in my fingers. He was completely rigid; as hard as any adult erection, but at just a fraction of the size. I pulled and gently manipulated him, memorizing the texture of the delicate skin on his penis and savoring the stiffness that was probably creating a small bit of sexual tension in his groin. "Wow, you really are huge!" I looked at my own erection, and while I was only about six and a half inches, I must have looked like a horse to the boy. We stood there feeling each other's erections for quite some time; I must admit I didn't ever want it to end. The boy's light moaning brought me back to the present, and I could tell from the noise he was making and the way his body was tensing that he was close to orgasm. He stood directly in front of me as I masturbated him, trying to get from him the last statistic from this week's examination. He leaned forward and put his hands on my shoulders, and his knees buckled slightly as the first wave of his orgasm washed over him and he began to ejaculate. I held the small glass cup in front of his slit as his body began to expel the semen. He released a little "oh" from his lips with each contraction of the muscles between his legs, and the semen ran into the cup. At his age he wasn't spurting or shooting yet; his ejaculate flowed smoothly out of his penis and was very easy to capture in the cup. After about 30 seconds he straightened up and smiled at me, and I smiled right back. I wanted to tell him he was producing a larger volume of semen, but it looked like there hadn't really been an increase. He'd be disappointed, but I'd encourage him and tell him to be patient, and to remember back when he couldn't even ejaculate. He needed encouragement and a reminder of how far he'd come in his development. But like so many boys his age, he wanted so much to be a man. We hugged and I told him he had to head home. We'd have plenty of time for fun next weekend...