Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 02:06:00 -0700 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Cole: Chapter Four This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy of eighteen years and a boy of twelve years. If you do not wish to view, are not of proper age, or it is illegal in you area of jurisdiction, please leave now. If not enjoy! Thanks to everyone who has written so far with their support for this story. All the fan mail I received was motivation to keep on releasing these chapters in a timely matter, and more importantly, finish the story. I only have one more chapter to write, so there shouldn't be any long delays in getting the rest of this story out in a timely fashion. I should mention that this is an original work by myself and you CANNOT copy or use any part of this story without my permission. If you like the story, please send me an e-mail at: jnew001(at)gmail.com Feedback is what keeps me going! Enjoy! Chapter Four ------------ It was the next day and I was walking towards Cole's house once more. Again it was a beautiful day, high in the mid-seventies and just the right temperature for swimming. The morning and early afternoon seemed to drag on, my classes taking forever to finish. At lunch I finally fessed up to being in the Bobcat Buddies program. I told them I signed up on Monday though instead of at the Club Fair on Sunday. That would've been weird because after that I acted like nothing was up. Max and his friends were actually really supportive of it, saying it was an awesome thing to do and they wish they had the will or time to do something so selfless. While reveling in their praise, I knew the move wasn't selfless. I wanted a little brother. And I got one. He just happened to be very hot as well. But that was okay. I had come to peace with that. Denying to myself as gay until my senior year, I passed off finding other males attractive as a stage. According to the internet, a lot of boys go through a similar period. Mine just happened to never go away. My thoughts about boys, whether they be my age or younger, were pushed to the back of my mind and ignored. When I finally accepted that I liked boys, a whole new world opened up. I fantasized about them daily, and my grades dropped as a result. Oops. As for younger boys, yes I had a few romantic thoughts about my friend's brothers but I kinda pushed those away. A "new gay" must find everything exciting, I thought. But at the back of my mind there was always this knowledge that I liked them. Once Cole come along, BAM, there was no avoiding it. Before when I saw my friend's brothers, my friends were always around. Not much of a chance to interact or admire their beauty. With Cole... it was just me and him. I got to hold his hand, give him hugs, and flat out admire him. It made me have to accept who I was. While I might like younger boys, I wasn't going to pursue anything with them. That just spelled trouble and I had too good of life to give that up. Reaching Cole's house, I felt much more comfortable than this time yesterday. I knocked on his door and sure enough that same pitter patter of feet greeting me. The door opened up and there was Cole, cute as could be. "Hey dude," I said grinning. "Hey Jason!" he said, flinging himself into my arms. I stumbled back a bit not expecting that but was able to stay standing up and hug him back. He was precious; so warm and soft. "How was school?" I asked as we finally left each other's grasp and entered the house. "Okay," Cole responded. "Boring and long." "Same with me," I said. It was especially so when I had an afternoon date with Cole to look forward to. "So should I change here or at the pool?" Cole asked. "At the pool," I said. "You don't have to have to walk home in a wet suit." "True," he said. "I'm going to go grab my suit then." "Alright," I said. Cole returned with his suit and a towel, smiling as usual. His hair was all rustled up and every adorable, his green eyes bright and energetic. He was wearing shorts and I would get to admire those legs all afternoon. Couldn't wait for the shirt to come off either. I offered to put his stuff in my backpack and he agreed. So off we went, happily walking along, holding hands and enjoying the warm weather. "So how do you like the University?" Cole asked. "Love it," I said. "It's great, much better than high school." "Cool," he said. "You got lots of friends there?" "A few," I said. "I'm like you, just moved here. It's hard at first." "Yeah," he agreed. "You got a girlfriend or anything?" "Uhhhh, nope," I said. Didn't quite know how Cole would react to me telling him I'm gay, and besides, who knows what the Bobcat Buddies program would think of that. "Not even at home?" he asked. "Nope," I said, giving him a grin. Things were so much easier at his age. "Me neither," he said rather triumphantly, which was odd for a kid that age. Most of the time they were hornier than hell and looking for girls. Who knows, maybe Cole was gay. Hah, yeah; in my wildest fantasies. We continued to chit chat along the way to the pool, a ten minute walk or so. Cole told me about being on a soccer team this fall and I promised to come watch one of his games. Twenty two twelve year olds running around in short shorts? Count me in. Cole was very talkative once he opened up and I could tell he really liked me. When I signed up for Bobcat Buddies a couple days ago what was happening right now was beyond my wildest dreams. Cole was like an angel sent from Heaven, my prayers answered. Finally we reached the pool and saw that we had missed the beginning of the swim session. It began at three and ended at five. Oh well, we'd still have plenty of time and it's not like we'd be wasting any money. "Hello," I said, handing the woman my Bobcat Buddies card. "How are you today... Jason?" she asked, reading my name off the card. "Good," I replied. "Ready for a swim." "I'm jealous," she grinned, handing me back the card. "You two have fun." "We will," Cole assured her as we entered the locker room. It was empty, as most the swimmers arrived earlier and had already changed. I don't quite know how to go forward with this whole dressing thing. I know I probably shouldn't get naked in front of him, if word of that reached Bobcat Buddies headquarters they'd probably flip shit. Even if I was in a dressing room. "Well go change wherever and I'll meet you at the door?" I said, pretty happy with my casual suggestion. "Can't I just change with you?" Cole responded, hypnotizing me with his eyes. "We're both guys, we know what's down there." "In that case, whatever. Just didn't want you to be uncomfortable," I said, grinning and tussling his hair. I can't believe he just said that. My beautiful boy, Cole, sounding so open about his body. Maybe he'd give me a glance of his package. We settled down at a locker and began to take our shoes and socks off. After placing them in the locker I began the old changing room trick. You know back in elementary school when you had to learn how to swim? All the boys would leave their shirt on and take off their pants and undies. Then slip their swimming suit on, so that way you never quite were able to see what they were all about. I would be deploying that maneuver so I wouldn't be scaring Cole away. Slipping off my pants, I glanced over at Cole, standing right next to me. He slipped his shirt off first. Holy shit, I was going to see it. I was also going to pop a woody. I quickly took my boxers off and put my swimsuit on. By this time Cole had neatly folded his shirt in his locker and began to take his shorts off. His plaid boxers were revealed and my heart skipped a beat once more. God was he cute. I could see his nickel-sized nipples, supple and erect. Overall he was of normal weight but had a little bit of pudge on him, enough to make him ever so soft and smooth. I pretended to fiddle with pinning my locker key on my suit and he slowly slid off his boxers. I finally got to see Cole Jr. and damn was he hot. His dick rested softly upon his nutsack, probably about an inch while soft. He was circumcised, not a given any more in the United States, but still common. His balls looked to be the size of decent sized grapes, and I could tell his package had certainly begun its growth into adolescence. He looked to be completely hairless but you never know with a blonde boy. Cole's suit slipped quickly over his balls and my mind snapped back to reality. I was stuck there holding a pin in my pants, completely still. Finally I fastened it into place and Cole did the same thing. He looked up at me and gave me a big grin. I smiled back and we headed towards the pool. My semi-hard on was tucked neatly down my right leg of the swim suit. God he was cute. In a state of pure joy as my wish had come true, Cole and I entered the madness of a public pool. Dozens of kids and their parents spotted its edges and splashed in its water. Beach balls flew around the water, random kids keeping the ball in play and parents tossing it back if it managed to bounce away. A group of five or six boys were busy pelting each other with foam noodles in the corner of the shallow end. Kid after kid leaped from the diving board and did a cannon ball, some of the parents also getting involved. Cole turned to me and asked what I was waiting for. "Nothing," I grinned, grabbing him by the shoulders and acting like I was going to throw him into the pool. I purposely loosened my grip and allowed him to push me in, thankfully it was the deep end and nobody was around. I totally overplayed my shock and horror at the reversal of fortunes, coming up to see Cole giggling on the side. "Got you," he beamed. "You're going to pay," I laughed, lunging for his ankles. He avoided my grasp and jumped over me into the pool, plugging his noise with one hand. How adorable. His little blonde head popped out of the water, his legs frantically kicked to keep him afloat while he wiped the water away from his eyes with one hand. Finally he opened them and grinned at me. "I haven't been to a pool in a long time," he said. "Probably since before I moved with my friend Chase." "Was he your best friend?" I asked, moving to grab onto the side wall. "Yeah," he said sadly, also joining me along the edge. "We were really tight." "That's cool," I said. "I had to leave some really good friends to come here though. Part of life I guess... but I'll make new ones." "Like me," Cole grinned. "Like you," I responded, smiling at him and messing his hair up. I couldn't believe he felt that way about me. I just wasn't some older kid he hung out with, I was a legitimate friend. Thing is, I felt the same way about him. This just wasn't some kid I was hanging out with for charity; Cole was an honest to God friend. "Bet I can make a bigger splash than you," Cole challenged, starting to race up the deep end ladder. I was right behind him and got a good look at his ass as we climbed out. It was so soft and supple, a "bubble butt" if there ever was one. I could've sworn he paused an extra second on the ladder, but it was probably just my horny mind imagining things. "You know I've got like sixty pounds on you," I said once reaching the top, getting in line behind Cole for the diving board. I weighed about 160 pounds or so, and I'm guessing Cole just topped the century mark. He was probably about five foot two, while I had about eight inches on that. I wasn't incredibly tall or anything, just average. Cole seemed to be about average for his age as well. Not in the looks department of course. Cole flew off the diving board and tucked his legs to his body with his left hand. His right hand was busy plugging his nose as he went under, something I found very adorable. When he came up, he struggled once more to clear his eyes well before opening them. "Big," I said, extending my arms to show him how massive of a splash he made. It wasn't all that big in reality, but that didn't matter. The grin I got from him was the cutest ever and made me whole body tingle. I followed suit, plunging into the water with a giant splash. Apparently I forgot to breathe out or something, because my nose filled with water. I came up coughing but recovered in a few seconds. Maybe this was why Cole plugged his nose. "Big," Cole said, grinning. I rejoined him on the edge of the pool near the ladder. "I'm sure yours was bigger," I said, then not trying to be so obvious in my admiration, "for your size at least." "What now?" Cole asked, glancing around the pool. I guess being at the pool was a lot easier when you were younger... you could make up stupid games to occupy your time for hours. "Hmmm let's see," I thought, punching a beach ball that was coming for me. I then remembered something my dad used to do with me in the pool during family vacations. "You look like you have an idea," Cole said, staring intently at me. "I do," I said. "It's called "Dolphin Ride." Basically you sit on my back and grab my shoulders with your hands. I then swim around and take you on a ride. And sometimes I'll dive way down under water and you'll come with me. My dad always used to play this with me." "Sounds awesome," Cole beamed. "Okay, latch onto my back then," I instructed, turning to face the wall while Cole mounted me. I was hoping to get a feel of his package smashed against my back, from the looks of things in the locker room it was substantial enough that I just might. He got into position and grabbed my shoulders tightly. I couldn't feel anything distinctive on my back yet, but he would probably cling closer once we got moving. "I'm ready," Cole told me. "Make it scary." "I'll try," I said, letting go of the wall and starting to swim. It was a lot harder to do with him attached to me but I was still able to get where I wanted. "I'm going to start slow so we can get used to..." ...and like that I plunged down into the water, feeling Cole's grip on my shoulders tighten along the way. I couldn't open my eyes because of my contacts but I could tell I get a good six feet down or so before I resurfaced. "Awesome!" Cole exclaimed once we surfaced again. His body was pressed hard against mine and I was pretty sure I could feel his package against my back. When he shifted slightly to get more comfortable I could tell for sure it was his genitals. I now had popped a raging boner but it really didn't matter because of the water. "We've only just begun," I said, swimming towards the swallow end flooded with people. I weaved in and out of them, Cole still attached to my back and loving every minute of it. He couldn't stop giggling and it sent vibrations down my back that felt great. I went back into the deep and started bobbing up and down, teasing Cole about taking a dive under water. He was shrieking and still loving every minute of the ride, some five minutes old now. I was getting exhausted but I didn't want to stop because Cole was loving it so much. I took another plunge under water, hearing Cole yell as we dove down into the water. I went as far as I could before surfacing, gasping for breath. "Dude that was so deep!" Cole exclaimed. "We're hitting some turbulent waters," I exclaimed in a captain's like voice, bobbing up and down more vertically this time. I could feel Cole's smooth body sliding up and down my back as I did so. All of a sudden I could feel something rigid rubbing up and down my back. Confused at first, I realized that Cole had popped a woodie from the motions and it was pressing against my back. I was immediately turned on, and my boner popped up again. From what I could tell Cole had a decent sized erection too. He didn't seem to be taking and heed to the situation, allowing his hardened cock to roll and rub up against my back as I continued to bob. Finally I quit and then down back down into the water, wanting Cole to clutch closer to me once more. I thought he'd bail, not wanting to press his boner into my back, but sure enough he followed me, hugging tight. His erection pressed hard against my back and it was so painfully obvious I was surprised he didn't seem to mind. It probably felt really good for him and he just thought I probably couldn't feel it or something. Unless he wanted me to feel it? Nah, that's stupid. He's a twelve year old kid Jason, I told myself. He's just so innocent and oblivious to the workings of his body. This situation, although hot, could only end up badly so I announced the ride was over. "Awwww man," Cole whined, peeling himself from my back. I could tell he still had a huge boner and I felt myself really longing to see it. I saw him soft, now I wanted to see him hard. "Let's see who can jump the furthest from the diving board," I suggested, starting to make my way towards the ladder. "Not right now," Cole replied softly. "Why not?" I asked. "You don't need to pretend," Cole said. "About what?" "I popped a big boner on your back." Okay, maybe he wasn't so innocent. "Oh that," I said, acting like it was no big deal. "I'm pretty sure kids your age do that all the time. I used to pop random boners all the time too dude. Don't worry, its part of growing up. I don't care." "I know," he grinned. "Thanks." "No problem dude," I said, giving him a hug and making sure not to get our crotches close together. I felt guilty about asking him to jumping contest, which was an obvious ploy to get him out of the pool. That way I could see his boner, covered by a swimsuit of course, but it would still be hot. This is what I had worried about, starting to manipulate Cole to satisfy my attraction to him. I couldn't allow this to happen and this incident was a clear depiction of why. Next thing I'd be groping him and trying to get his pants off. And then, the police would come knocking at my dorm room the next day and take me away for God knows how long. I couldn't allow this to happen. Just stay cool Jason, think un-sexy thoughts. Like that fat, hairy man over there. Damn he was disgusting. "Something wrong?" Cole asked and I realized I had been spacing out for a good minute. "Oh nothing," I said. "Just felt bad for putting you in an awkward situation." "If there weren't so many people here, I wouldn't have minded," Cole said mysteriously before diving under water and swimming away. The little devil, just what did that mean? He'd show me his boner? That'd be hot. The rest of the time we spent in the pool jumping off the diving board, hitting each other with those foam noodles, and just general horseplay. I was having the time of my life with my new best friend, even if he was only twelve years old. He honestly felt like a brother to me, even though I had known him only a few days. We had really hit it off and I was so happy just to be in his presence. He continuously had smile on his face that radiated joy to anyone within eyesight of him. I was constantly admiring his body, glistening in the sun and wet from the pool. Cole was well toned and had just the littlest bit of pudge everywhere on his body, giving him an overall softness and lovability. I sure would like to snuggle with him. Maybe we would sometime... I don't think that'd be too inappropriate given our level of friendship. His mom might think it's weird though. Well, whatever happens, happens. Just don't push anything Jason. Things are perfect right now. It was about four forty five and Cole and I had just fought over control of an orange foam noodle (I let him have it). A few people began leaving the pool as the session was nearing an end. I knew most people would stay until they blew the whistle and forced them out, but Cole and I could beat the rush in the locker room if we left now. "Wanna go?" I asked him, grabbing the noodle and bopping him playfully on the head with it. "Yeah," he responded, grabbing a blue noodle that floated by and whacking me with it. I overplayed my reaction, acting like it really hurt and causing Cole to go into another adorable fit of laughter. "Avoid the locker room rush," I said out loud as we exited the pool. Maybe get to see Cole Jr. again too. However, as we entered the locker room I began to fret about showering. What if Cole got naked again? I would probably pop a woodie right in front of him. Then what? He'd get all grossed out that I found him hot and probably tell his mom. Maybe not though. Cole seemed cool about such things; he'd probably laugh a little and make a joke or two. Whatever. There was nothing illegal about seeing him naked or popping a boner over it, so no worries. As we entered the shower area, I realized it was much different than I was used to. Most public pools had a shower room, with about a dozen or so showerheads connected to the wall. It was all open, all public, a quick in and out sort of deal. This pool however had separate, toilet style stalls. There were about four that lined each side of the room. A few were occupied with people who had left early like us. This made things easier though, as I didn't have to worry about popping one in front of Cole. We'd each have our own semi-private stall (they were only about six feet tall and had a large foot and a half gap or so at the bottom). I walked towards a free stall and started in. To my surprise Cole followed me in. The shower had a little bench to put your clothes (I guess if you wanted to change in there) protected by a wall and then a rather spacious showering area. "Don't you want your own stall?" I asked Cole, who looked somewhat saddened by my rejection. Not that I didn't want him with me, it was just the fear of being caught in my attraction to him. "What's wrong with sharing the shower?" he sulked. "We're friends right?" My heart swelled at the question. Yes, we were! Apparently so good of friends that he wanted to take a shower with me. I still had to provide a little bit of resistance so I didn't look so eager. He could probably tell I was by my face though. "We're good friends little buddy," I responded, trying to carefully craft a comeback. "I'd have no problem with it if it was just us. But it's a public restroom and people might see and think its weird or something." "Who cares?" he replied. "We both have blonde hair, sort of look alike... we could be brothers for all they care. What business is it of theirs anyway?" He was one hundred percent right. Who cared? Fuck `em. "Alright Cole, you win," I grinned. "How could I resist your cute little face?" "Impossible," he beamed. I shut the door on the stall and walked towards the facet. I'm sure we'd just shower in our bathing suits; it was only going to be a quickie to get the chlorine off of us. Turning the shower facet on, warm water began streaming into the stall. I tested its temperature, which was warm but not hot. "How warm do you like the shower?" I said, turning to ask Cole. What do you know, the kid had stripped naked. He had just finished laying his suit on the little bench when I asked him. He turned towards me and I saw his penis again, soft and looking over so cute. "I dunno," he responded, "just not too hot." "Okay," I said, finally ungluing my eyes from his crotch. I probably should've looked at his face once during that exchange, but I was so mesmerized by his package that I forgot too. Hopefully he didn't think something was up. I began to shower off, Cole standing next to me waiting his turn. I dare not look at him, as I already had a semi hard on just at the knowledge he was naked next to me. Damn was he hot, from his blonde hair to his blue eyes, to his well toned yet supple body, to his irresistible bubble butt, to his cute feet and smooth legs, to his unbelievably hot package that fit his adolescent body perfectly. He drove me crazy. "You can take your suit off if you want," Cole offered, gently biting one of his nails as he waited. "That's okay," I said, not wanting to expose my excitement anyways. "I don't think Bobcat Buddies would like the idea of that." "Dude, I'm not gonna tell," Cole replied. Did he want to see me naked? "I know," I said, finally gaining the courage to look at him again. "But I shouldn't just incase someone recognizes me or something." "That's cool man," Cole said, flashing me another smile. My eyes slowly worked their way down his body as the shower rinsed my back off. His pink, nickel sized nipples were erect one more, leading the eye to his cute stomach and innie belly button. I could tell there was a little bit of pudge on there but I wouldn't call him soft, as you could see some definition in his abs. That led to the prize, his perfect package that made my mind spin. His balls hung loosely his sack, and although I could tell they had begun to grow, they were nowhere near full size. From what I could tell he was completely hairless, but like I said, it was hard to tell because he was blonde. I knew from experience that I had pubes that were basically invisible for about a year. My eyes then wandered to his beautiful thighs, smooth and pudgy and leading the eye perfectly to his package. His package that was starting to get erect. Oh shit. He was getting a boner. Within a few seconds he was completely erect, his penis slanting slightly towards his belly. I guessed his cut dick to be about four inches hard, certainly decent sized for his age. It wasn't nearly as fat as my own, but I wouldn't expect that from him. He was only twelve... twelve and extremely hot. I realized I was staring too long so I moved my eyes back up to his face. He was looking at me and smiling. He didn't seem to care that he just popped a woodie in front of me. My own dick was now hard as a rock and I became very uncomfortable. "Sorry," Cole said. "Like you said, it just happens." "That's okay little buddy," I said, trying to keep my cool. I needed to get out of there. "I'm going to go get changed, make sure to wash off good okay?" "Alright," Cole said, losing his smile. "I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable Jason. I just don't really care about being naked like most people." "No problem," I said, starting my exit. "I wouldn't mind this at all if we were at your house. I just don't like... locker rooms." "Okay," he replied, a grin forming. Uh oh, what did I just set up? And man was I stupid... locker rooms? Gah. "See you in the lobby probably," I said, taking one more glance at Cole's hot, naked body. God how I wanted him. "Okay," he replied, his dick now becoming soft once more. I just wanted to reach out there and fondle it, but I knew that would never happen. I had to keep my head about me and make sure I didn't too anything stupid. "By the way, cute dick," I said before shutting the stall door and walking away. Shit. Why did I say that? Stupid, Jason, stupid. I just blurted it out without thinking. "Thanks," I hear Cole yell back. I quickly got changed and walked out of the locker room. My mind was racing with the events of the day. I saw Cole naked a bunch, got to see his boner, got to have it pressed up against my back. Found out that he was extremely open about his body and wouldn't have minded if I showered naked with him. I wonder if he knew the torment he was putting me through. I mean, he had to realize me staring at him, getting a hard on over it. Complimenting him on his dick as I left. Saying that I wouldn't have minded a naked shower with him if it was at his house. The whole not liking locker rooms line... it was a disaster. Luckily Cole was a cool kid and I trusted him not to tell even if he figured things out. Before you knew it, Cole bounded out of the locker room, his still wet hair a mess on top of his head. He was smiling as much as ever, sending me from my state of depression to a state of euphoria once more. Cole had that effect on me, it was impossible to be sad when he was around. "Ready?" I asked him, extending my hand. "Yup," he replied, grabbing it as we skipped out of the lobby and back onto the sidewalk. Any worries I had were put to the side for now. I could fret over them later. For now I had to Cole entertain. "So did you have fun?" I asked him. "A lot," he said, turning to grin at me. "Thanks for taking me." "No problem," I said. "Being with you is a lot more fun than anything I've done so far at school." "Sweet," he grinned. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" "Nope," I said. "I'm the only child." "Like me," he grinned. "Like you," I said, hugging him close to my hip. He wrapped his other arm around me and we ground to a halt in a big hug. "From now on, you're my big brother," he said, finally letting his grip go. Did he honestly just say that? "Sounds good to me," I said, trying not to get emotional. "And you're my little brother." "Yay," he grinned. "So when are we gonna see each other again?" "Well, I have a class at three tomorrow," I said, thinking. "Thursday probably. I'm out at two again." "That's like two days," Cole whined. "Sorry," I said, ruffling his hair as we waited at a crosswalk. "I can see you every day of the week except Wednesday probably. We can do stuff on weekends too." "Sweet," Cole said, his face lighting up again. It didn't take much. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "Mini golf, another movie, show you around campus..." "Can we just stay at my house and hang out?" he asked. "Kick your ass in some video games, show you my computer, stuff like that?" "That'd work too," I said, smiling. That would be a lot more one-on-one time, but very fun. The Bobcat Buddies guidebook even said you should just hang out with them at home sometimes, to make sure that you were their friend and not somebody who just took them to places for free. "Sweet," Cole said. We walked the last block in silence, holding each others hand and just enjoying what a beautiful day it was. Once we reached the house he whipped out his house key and opened the door. It was still a good forty minutes or so until his mom came home, but unfortunately I had to head back to campus. "Aren't you coming in?" Cole asked, starting to pout again. "I got dinner with the guys at six and I have to do my hair and stuff after the pool," I responded honestly. I wish I could stay with him, but the day at the pool was more than enough. "Alright," he sighed. "So I'll see you Thursday at three to hang out?" "It's a date," I grinned. His face lit up and he wrapped me up in a big hug. He was so warm and soft; I was in heaven for those few seconds in which we embraced. "I love you Jason," he whispered, giving me a kiss on the cheek. That was unexpected. "Love you too Cole," I said, watching him give me a final grin and then disappear behind the door. I can't believe he just kissed me. Told me he loved me. What a day. It almost seemed too perfect. What if the Bobcat Buddy folks knew I was a boy hungry eighteen year old? Did they set me up with Cole on purpose? Was he some sort of trap? Was he getting naked and flashing his stuff on purpose? Nope, it couldn't be. Cole was genuine and I was going crazy with my conspiracy theories. I was just so confused with what was happening with Cole. I loved the little guy. I thought he was hot as hell. I wanted to suck his little four inch erection. I wanted to snuggle with his smooth, naked body. I wanted to slowly, gently fuck his hot ass. That's what scared me. If Cole presented himself, what would I do? He already basically did so, and kept saying cryptic things that led me to believe he wasn't so innocent. What if he really did want to do something sexual with me? Would I allow him to do it? I kept telling myself I wouldn't, but I know I probably would. At first, I was scared Cole would tell his mom if I just looked at him funny. Now I felt like I could trust the kid. Come on Jason, you're crazy. This kid didn't want to do anything of these sorts of things. He was only twelve right? He didn't even know this stuff existed. Right? --- Be on the lookout for the fifth chapter... can Jason survive an afternoon alone with Cole? If you like the story, please send me an e-mail at: jnew001(at)gmail.com Comments, suggestions, questions are welcome!