Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006 23:13:26 -0700 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Cole: Chapter Five 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! Here is the long awaited fifth chapter! Thanks again to everyone who has been writing, it really has motivated me to continue on and finish the story. Right now the seventh chapter is running pretty long, so I think I'm going to break it into two and hopefully finish on Chapter Eight. You never know though, that's the joy of not having a story outline or anything and just free-wheeling it! 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 Five ------------ Wednesday was probably the longest day of my life. Not only was I freaked out about my sexual attraction to Cole and the fact he seemed to like flaunting himself in front of me, but I was perpetually horny and unable to jack off. It seemed like Max and I had the exact same schedule and I couldn't get any alone time in the dorm room. I could do it in the shower, but I hated standing up while doing it and I just felt overall dirty about it. I wanted to be on my bed, naked, lying down and taking my time. Unfortunately, I didn't get an opportunity to do so all of Wednesday. Hopefully a time where I could do it would present itself, because I had yet to masturbate at college and was getting pretty antsy. Once I met Cole, and especially after the pool experience, I was getting pretty desperate. That night I went to bed with a boner and visions of Cole dancing in my head. What if we had sex in that shower stall? How hot would that have been? He could have kneeled on that ledge for your clothes and then I fuck him from behind. Or he could have stood on that ledge and I given him a blowjob he would never forget. Never mind the fact that it would look very suspicious to anyone nearby, it was a dream and that's what dreams were for. Break away from the barriers of society and live things that would never else be possible. Or would they? Cole seemed so... open about his body. Not ashamed that he popped a big woody in front of me. Not phased that I totally ate him up and made no attempt to try and hide it. I was just so confused about the whole ordeal and didn't quite know what to make of it. I woke up horny again and decided I needed to release all this tension before seeing Cole that afternoon. Against my better judgment, I popped one off in the shower and had to admit I felt much better. My head felt clear as I headed to my first class, which I shared with Max on Tuesdays and Thursdays. "This class sucks," Max moaned as we walked in. "Yeah," I agreed. It was microeconomics, a boring topic to begin with. Then they had to go and make it two and a half hours long. Twice a week. I could tell it was easily going to be my least favorite class. Astronomy was my favorite, mostly because it was easy and somewhat interesting. Overall, I loved the college experience so far, but I think that was mostly due to Cole. I loved him so much. "So you gotta do that thing with the kid this afternoon?" Max asked casually as we found a seat. "Yeah," I said. "It's actually pretty fun, he's a really cool kid, you should meet him." "Sure," Max agreed. "Doesn't it get like, annoying though?" "Nope," I said. "We're actually pretty good friends. Like the age thing doesn't really matter." "That's cool," Max said. "I guess I just have a different perspective because I have a little brat for a brother. He is SO annoying." "That sucks," I laughed. "Cole is really mellow and sweet. And his dad just died and he just moved here, and he needs a friend." "That's cool," Max whispered, as the professor began to speak. "Shoot me now," I joked, making a gun with my fingers and pulling the trigger on my head. Max snickered and slumped back in his seat, dreading the two and a half hours that were to come. Luckily I picked up a copy of the campus newspaper so I could pass some time reading that. Anything but paying attention to the professor. That's what all-nighters were for. It was nearly two hours into the class and the newspaper had been read and literally passed from person to person down the isle. I was stuck counting tiles in the ceiling, mindlessly copying down the notes without even trying to comprehend what they meant. I began to think about Cole again, the cute blonde boy I was lucky enough to be friends with. His beautiful green eyes and smooth, silky legs. Oh yeah, and that hot little package he happened to carry around. I wonder if he could cum? His boyhood had certainly begun to grow and he was twelve years old. That's the age I attained the ability to ejaculate. Quite possibly one of the happiest days for a boy growing up. A boner popped up in my pants but I wasn't worried. The desks were well covered with armrests and attached writing boards. I rested my head on my hands and closed my eyes. The image of naked Cole entered my mind, turning from the shower to see him standing before me. Examining every inch of his body and him getting a boner as a result. God he was cute. I began to wonder what would go down today. We would just be hanging around at his house, so the public wouldn't be around. I had to make sure to control myself and not grope him or anything. The whole naked thing started because we went swimming, so I didn't see a situation where I'd be getting to see his birthday suit again. That was for the better though, as Cole naked and the house to ourselves would not be a good combination. "That completes today's lecture, see you on Tuesday," the professor said, resulting in a collective groan from the four hundred or so students packed in the auditorium. We all shuffled out, brain dead from the lecture and hungry for lunch. Lunch was fun, as Max's group of friends had taken me in as one of their own and were a lot of fun to be around. We had similar interests (spare being attracted to young boys) like sports, computers, hating economics class, and general complaints about dorm life. My only complaint was the lack of privacy, but so far I had adjusted to the cramped quarters in which Max and I resided. Next up was health class, also boring considering I had taken it every single year since sixth grade. That made it simple however and I really didn't have to pay attention. Drugs are bad, marijuana is a "gateway" drug, eat all the food groups, don't have unprotected sex, blah blah blah. Luckily it was only an hour long and afterwards I was free to go see Cole. After class was over I went back to the dorm to put all my books away before seeing Cole. Max wasn't there, finally, but of course at a time where I couldn't utilize it. I'm sure in the next few weeks I'd memorize his schedule and be able to plan for such things. After what seemed like an eternity I was finally on my way to Cole's house, practically floating on air I was so happy. He was like a drug and I was having massive withdrawals. It had been two days since we had seen each other and I missed him so much. I couldn't wait to see that cute little smile shine as he opened the door. Finally I reached his front entryway and the long awaited reunion would come. I knocked on the door and heard the familiar patter of bare feet as he came to greet me. The door swung open and Cole leaped into my arms. I was ready for it this time and scooped him up, giving him a big hug. "Jason!" Cole exclaimed, giving me a kiss on the cheek. Damn he was affectionate. "Hey Cole," I said, giving him a kiss back. Hopefully none of the neighbors would find this odd. We entered his house and shut the door. I took off my shoes and then turned toward Cole, cute as ever. He was just standing there grinning, his cute little feet and legs exposed. "Whatcha been up to?" I asked. "Not much," Cole replied in his beautiful boyish voice. "Finished a few problems on my math homework and then you came." "Ah," I said. "So what do you want to do?" "Ummmm," Cole hummed, thinking. "We could play something in the backyard for a bit then come inside and play the PlayStation 2. My mom would get pissed if I told her we played it the whole time." "Okay, sounds good," I said. "What's there to do outside?" "I got a mini soccer goal; we could try and score on each other." "Sounds fun," I agreed, making a mental note to let Cole win. Nothing made a kid happier than to beat an older person at anything. I grabbed my shoes from the front lobby and headed towards the back of the house with Cole. He slipped on a grubby pair of shoes that were obviously intended for play in the backyard. He wasn't wearing any socks and I had to admit he looked pretty hot like that. Especially in shorts. We headed outside and set up the soccer goal, which was about six feet long by five feet high. I had played soccer recreationally in high school so I was eager to see how my shooting skills had held up over the past year or so with no practice. Probably shouldn't try any of my hard kicks with Cole in goal though, didn't want to hurt the cutie. It was a mild seventy degrees or so out, just perfect weather for playing in the backyard. After warming up a bit, Cole and I agreed to each take ten shots on each other (lined up from the edge of the screen door) and see who made the most. I was the first to shoot with Cole in goal. He was giggling uncontrollably as I approached the ball and was able to slide it past him in the left corner. "Dammit," he said, fishing the ball out from the net. "One for one," I gloated. "The only one you'll make," Cole spat back, tossing me the ball. He took his shirt off, complaining that it was too hot. It wasn't incredibly warm out. So either Cole: a) was really hot b) just didn't like wearing clothes in general c) was trying to show off for me The confusion continued. I don't think he was too hot in the shirt so it either had to be `b' or `c'. If my fantasies were true, it would be `c,' however the logical side of my mind reasoned that Cole probably just didn't like wearing clothes. Who doesn't like taking their shirt off every once in a while? Whatever it was however, it seemed to work, as I missed my next four shots. I wasn't really trying that hard, wanting Cole to win, but I guess I should make it more competitive. I slammed the next one into the right corner of the net and watched Cole dive helplessly after it. When he came up he had a dirt streak all along the side of his torso. "You're getting dirty," I warned him. "It's cool, I'll just take a shower," Cole responded with a wink. Oh God. What did that mean? Why did he wink? Obviously a reference to Tuesday in the locker room, but what did he intend? Just the fact he was taking a shower and that we had the whole awkward shower episode a couple days ago, or an invitation to something more? Did he plan this whole soccer thing out? Purposely dive for balls which he knew he couldn't get to get dirty? Now Jason, you're letting your mind run wild again. Just calm down. He's a kid, kids get dirty. I finished up making four out of ten shots. I exchanged places with Cole and marveled at how dirty he had gotten in the goal. He definitely needed to take a shower now because his legs and whole upper body were streaked with dirt. I had to admit it was pretty hot and I had sprung a semi hard on in the process. Cole started giggling uncontrollably once more as he raced toward the ball and put his foot into it. I was so fixated on his cute legs flexing and his bob of blonde hair bouncing up and down that I forgot to go after the ball. It whizzed by my head for a goal. "You suck," Cole grinned. "Oops," I said back. He continued to shoot on me and I continued to allow just enough of the balls to go in so he could win. I had to admit he was a pretty good shot anyway and still may have beaten me without the help. My eyes were gorging on the sight of topless Cole running around, even though I had seen him like this at the pool two days ago. Something about this was different however, and I think it had to do with the physical activity. Watching all his muscles work and strain was really pretty hot. Cole ended up making six goals on his way to the victory. He grinned and ran up to me, giving me a hug and thanking me for playing. "No problem buddy," I said, not worried about my shirt getting dirt on it. I could wash it out and a hug from Cole was completely worth the hassle. We headed inside, Cole placing the muddy shoes just inside the sliding screen door. I took my shoes off as well right there inside, not wanting to track mud into his house. His mom worked hard enough at her job and didn't deserve to come home and clean the carpets. "I'm going to take a shower," Cole announced. "Okay, I'll just watch TV or something," I responded, not wanting to get involved. "You could shower too," Cole offered. "We have spare towels and everything." "That's okay little buddy," I smiled back. "You go ahead." "Okay," he said, acting somewhat disappointed. His disappeared around the corner and into the hall. He didn't want me to shower with him did he? No. He just offered the shower to me if I wanted to clean up. Not with him. Right? Angry at myself for letting my mind wander once more, I flopped down on the couch in the family room and flipped on the TV. I channel surfed until I found ESPN and "Pardon the Interruption," a show that I really liked. The sound of the shower clicking on drifted my way and thoughts of naked Cole once again entered my mind. If I went into the bathroom right now he'd be completely nude. The thought of it turned me on and I sprung another boner. I quickly tried to think of something else, deciding to focus on the "Bottom Line" instead. Yankees beat the Devil Rays 3-2. White Sox in a romp over Detroit 15-4. After a minute or two my boner was dispelled and the threat of Cole walking in on it gone. I needed to be careful about such things, especially since Cole seemed so open about it. What if his mom came home early and we were comparing wood? Just her knowledge of Cole strutting around in front of me naked might be enough to break us apart. I couldn't allow that to happen. I loved him with all my heart and to not be able to see him would just be crushing. He ended up being the reason I traveled halfway across the country to go to school. If I had stayed at home like a majority of my high school, this cute boy would have never entered into my life. I heard the shower click off and knew it was only a matter of minutes before Cole emerged again. All cleaned up and ready to play some video games. Until then I just mindlessly stared at the TV, wanting ever so much to watch Cole change into his new clothes but knowing that would be far from appropriate. After a minute or two Cole came around the corner, his hair still damp and a mess on top of his head. He was only wearing an extra large shirt; so long the bottom of it passed his kneecaps by a good inch. His feet were bare and looked ever so cute. I wasn't normally a feet person, but hot damn Cole had some nice feet. I assumed he had boxers on under that shirt, but knowing Cole, probably not. "Hey," he grinned. "Have a nice shower?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. "Felt good." "That's good," I said. "What game did you want to play?" "Ummmm," Cole said, heading towards the PlayStation 2. "I think NCAA football is in there, is that okay?" "Perfect," I said, familiar with the game. He nodded and headed towards me on the couch. He sat next to me and handed me a controller. Unfortunately the shirt covered all of his thighs so I was only able to gaze upon his smooth calves, but they were very nice. Being this close to Cole I could see that his legs were covered with fine blonde hairs. Still very smooth and soft but probably feeling the start of his move into puberty. "I'm going to kick your ass," he said, turning to grin at me. "Don't think so," I replied coolly. "I'm pretty good at this game." "Oh," Cole replied. "Well if you're doing good I'll just flash you." "Deal," I replied. Oh shit... too eager? We selected our teams; I was going to play as USC and he was going to play as Texas. Not very original, as they were the best two teams in the game, but we both wanted superstar players and both teams offered quite a few. "Me and my best friend Chase, well old best friend before I moved, played this a lot," Cole informed me as the game loaded. "We had some epic battles. One time I hit like a sixty yard field goal at the end of the game to win. It was crazy." "Oh damn," I replied. "Longest I hit was like sixty five but that was with uber help from the wind." "Yeah," Cole replied. "I like to smack it through the uprights on the kickoffs when I got the wind with me." "Always fun," I agreed. Cole won the toss and chose to receive, as usual. This allowed me to get the wind in my favor for the second and fourth quarters, a mild 6mph or so. I sent the kickoff sailing five yards deep into the endzone and Cole brought it out. He made it to the fifteen yard line before getting smacked by one of my players while attempting a spin move. The animation of the collision was pretty violent. "Oh shit you got rocked," I said, breaking one of the Bobcat Buddy rules, no swearing. "Psssh," Cole said, eyes fixated on the screen. "It ain't nothing. Just wait `til Vince Young picks your team apart." "Probably," I conceded. These games always ended up being shootout with no punting. Cole brought his legs onto the couch and pulled his shirt over them, creating a tent. He then pulled his hands through the arm holes brought the controller in with him, hiding both from me. "Clever," I commented. Now I couldn't cheat and see what button he pushed for his play. "In more ways than one," Cole said slyly as my controller started to vibrate due to the crowd noise. The little devil was probably using the thing as a vibrator on his crotch during gameplay. I glanced over at his neck hole and peeked in. I could see what looked like a smooth thigh, but not his package. In a few plays I'd re-adjust my position and maybe get a better angle into his shirt. Vince Young scampered eighteen years on the quarterback keeper. I decided to play the run this time and have Cole beat me over the top. He took a while to select his play, flipping around in the "shotgun trips" playbook. Finally he looked satisfied and the play began. It was a play-action fake to a man deep downfield. I switched to controlling that cornerback and made a move for the ball. "Interception!" I yelled, bringing the ball up field. With a few blocks I think I could make it into the endzone. "Shit," Cole exclaimed, running desperately after me. It ended up useless as I dove into the endzone for a touchdown. "Ouch," I joked, kicking the extra point. "Not a good way to start." "No, no it wasn't," Cole said, turning to grin at me. I decided now was a good time to adjust my position so I sat up and peeked through Cole's neck hole. Yup, he was naked. I didn't get to make anything out, but I could tell there were no boxers on down there. The little devil. He just liked to be naked and free I guess. The crowd roared as I was set to kickoff. Our controllers were shaking like mad from the LA Coliseum crowd, and Cole still had the controller in his pants. He was moaning lightly and put his head back against the couch. Wow, he was getting off to the vibrations of the controller, this was hot. I decided to make mention of it. "Want me to delay the kickoff?" I smirked, smiling at Cole. "Naw," he said, opening his eyes and raising his head. "Just enjoying a little break. Besides, I gotta kick your ass first." First? What was second? "Ah," I said. "Bet that feels good, huh?" "Yep," Cole grinned. "And once I never kicked it off and came this way." "That's hot," I replied. Bad Jason. I'm only encouraging him, and saying things that made him think I was attracted to him. Guess I was just so caught up in the moment. I kicked it off and this time Cole took a touchback in the endzone. I didn't blame him, it was pretty hard to return kicks in this game; you either got stopped short or broke it for a touchdown it seemed. Cole's second possession went much better as he kept it on the ground, mostly with Vince Young. Once in a while he'd pitch the ball out on the option and fool me. The only way I'd be stopping him was with turnovers. I didn't get one and soon the game was tied. Back and forth we went, one score after another. I led 21-14 after the first quarter. It was then when Cole readjusted himself, leaning his back against the armrest and putting his feet near me. He still had his shirt over his legs like a tent, protecting me from not only his controller, but his balls as well. Cole was on the game tying drive when a pitch went bad and ended up in my defense's hands. "Haha!" I joked, doing a little dance with my arms. I started to hum along with the USC fight song, bouncing up and down and smiling at Cole. He stuck his tongue out at me and then started to rearrange positions. He lifted one foot and rested it on his other knee, opening up my view to his package, totally unobstructed. Cole had a raging boner and it was just as cute as Tuesday in the shower. Even cuter now, at home, so close to me. His balls hung lose in his smooth scrotum and I just wanted to reach out and fondle them. "Jason," Cole grinned, "eyes up here." "Sorry," I said, ripping my glance away and blushing. God dammit, I was caught again. I just couldn't help it. No matter how hard I tried, I just had to admire his package, no matter how much trouble it put me in. "Do you think I'm hot?" Cole asked softly, his green eyes commanding my own to look at them. "No," I said quickly. Cole's head went down. "Oh." "I mean, yeah," I replied, realizing it was okay with him. "I mean, you're cute... for your age. You know?" His eyes rose again once more, he had a slight smile on his face. "Cool," he said. "You have a very cute dick," I continued. Maybe I was going too far now, but oh well. I was already so deep in. "Jason?" Cole said, pausing. "Yeah Cole?" "Are you... you know..." "Yeah, I am. Sorry." "No don't be sorry," Cole whined, leaning towards me and giving me a hug. It made me feel so wonderful I cannot even begin to explain my emotions at that time. "How'd you guess?" I said, somewhat joking. I thought about asking him if he felt the same way, but he was only twelve and probably didn't know at this point. He released his grip from my body and began to speak, his eyes piercing mine. "Well when you first saw me you like took a few seconds and scanned me up and down. Then you popped a woodie at the movie..." "You saw that?!!?" I asked, astonished. "Yeah," Cole grinned. "And then like the whole shower thing at the pool. You were so totally into me and were so uncomfortable about it. I felt bad." "Ah," I said. "I was pretty obvious huh?" "Yeah," Cole said. "But I liked it. Sorry if I've been making you uncomfortable." "It's okay," I said. "It's just been kind of hard, because like... the age thing. It's weird. I'm really confused." "Just know that I love you Jason and I'll never tell a soul about you." Wow. He loved me. "That's sweet," I said, starting to get emotional. "I love you too." We hugged each other and the warmth and softness his body radiated was incredible. For that very brief moment, I felt accepted for who I was. I quickly wiped away a tear that was streaking down my face and tried to compose myself. "You okay?" Cole said, his green eyes piercing my own. "Of course little buddy," I said. "Just so happy you accept me for who I am. Is there anything I can do for you?" "A foot rub?" he asked. "Sure," I said, eager to get my hands on those cute little feet of his. I turned off my controller so just Cole was playing the game and sat in the middle of the couch. Cole sat down against the armrest in the corner and rested his feet on my lap. His shirt covered everything down to his knees, but that was probably a good thing for now. With such tight quarters and this new knowledge of his acceptance, who knew what might go down. Rolling his soft, silky feet around in my hands, I couldn't find a single flaw in them. All his toes were straight, each slightly shorter than the previous, his nails well trimmed. Some boys didn't give a crap about how dirty or disgusting their feet were, but obviously Cole cared. They were very, very cute. I could smell the light scent of fruity soap from the shower drifting towards my nose. "What size shoe do you wear?" I asked, curious. "Seven," Cole responded. "Ah," I replied. I began to gently rub his feet, making Cole giggle a little at first. Once he adjusted to the sensations he settled down and enjoyed it while he played the football game. He was being pretty slopping in doing so, telling me the massage was good enough to be distracting. He moaned a little bit as I began to work the balls of his feet, so soft and supple. I forget how smooth feet could be, I guess they really get tougher as you age, even in a few years. After a fumble recovery by USC on a bad pitch, Cole just paused the game and set the controller down. He scooted down the couch a little bit, allowing his head to rest on the arm rest. His eyes were closed and he let out a sizable sigh. "That feels awesome Jason," Cole said, keeping his eyes closed. "Glad you like it," I replied, tickling his leg a little. Speaking of his legs, they were right there for me to admire, shining with the sun that was coming through the window. I could tell he got a lot of sun during the summer because they were well tanned and very attractive. Like I was able to see before, they were covered in fine blonde hairs, so fine they were basically clear. I ran my hand up and down his leg, enjoying the sensation of his skin against my own. By now I had popped a boner but for once I didn't really care. His head was back and his eyes closed... even if he were to see he knew the way I felt about him. He seemed to be fairly comfortable with the fact and maybe even the possibility of more. I couldn't allow that to happen though, no matter how much I wanted it. I had made a promise to myself that I didn't intend to break. Cole reached into his shirt and began to move his hand up and down, a bulge now becoming apparent. Holy shit, he was jacking off right in front of me! I tried to keep my cool, continuing the gentle massage of his angelic feet. While my hands were working his feet, my eyes remained squarely glued on his crotch, covered up by the shirt but still very revealing to what Cole was doing. He continued like this for some time, he breathing shallow and rapid until he slowly stopped and opened his eyes. I realized I forget to keep rubbing his feet, slowly stopping as I become more and more entranced with his self gratification. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked at me. "Hey," he said, looking like he had just woken up from a long night's sleep. "Hi," I grinned. "Sorry about that," he said. "I just couldn't help myself. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable again." "It's okay Cole," I said, eager for him to continue. "I'm fine with it. Do what you need to do." "Really?" he grinned, suddenly looking more energized. "Sure," I smiled back. Okay, so I was being a little bit greedy in wanting Cole to jack off in front of me. But he was going to do it anyways right? Not like I was conning him into doing it. I was beginning to feel a little nervous so I reclined against the other armrest much like Cole had done earlier. Cole ran off into the hallway, disappeared as he did when he went to go take his shower. He returned seconds later with a bottle of lotion in his hand. "Lube," he grinned. "Ah, good call," I chuckled. He even knew the right name for it. How experienced was this kid? "Can I sit next to you?" Cole asked, his eyes begging. "Sure," I said, not sure how that would work. I pulled my feet in so that he could sit near the middle of the couch. "No, go like you were before." I complied, stretching out on the couch. Cole hopped onto me and sat right between my legs. He took his shirt off and laid his head back, it resting on my chest. His boner was in full sight, standing hard and proud. Looked like my previous guess of about four inches was right, decent sized for his age. With the lighting I could see a few light sprouts of hair near the base of his cock, none of them greater than about a half inch or so. I remember having those for about two years before getting actual pubes, so who knows how far down the road he was. My mind was racing as Cole dabbed some of the lotion in his hand and went to work. Up and down his hand went, making satisfying slurping sounds each time he pumped downwards. His whole cock was nearly engulfed by his right hand, just the head sticking out when done on his downward motion. It was pretty dark, a purplish-red color that reflected the amount of pleasure he was receiving from the proceedings. Cole moaned lightly, continuing to pump with his eyes closed and head rested against my chest. To be honest I wasn't paying much attention to that part of his body, but I did begin to rub my fingers through his soft blonde hair. It felt awesome and I could tell Cole enjoyed it by the small smile on his face that emerged when I began doing so. We continued like this for a minute or so, my hands rubbing his head. Eventually I worked them down to the point I was rubbing his belly. My arms weren't quite long enough to reach all the way to his crotch and I guess that was a good thing. This was already way past what was considered appropriate. So far past that did it even matter anymore? "Please?" Cole asked, scooting to a more upright position and laying his head back against my shoulders. By `please' I was guessing he meant to jerk him off, his dick now well within reach of my hands. My own boner was rock hard and pressed against Cole's back, but he obviously didn't mind. Should I? Here he was, the boy of my dreams, opening himself up and letting me jack him off. What is the harm in that? I'm not forcing him to do anything. If anything, he's the one forcing me. Whatever rationale I tried to use, it didn't matter, I was far too horny at the moment to care. My dream was coming true. "Sure buddy," I tried to say as calmly as possible. His eyes looked at my own and I was completely entranced by his stare. I slid my hand towards his crotch and took his cock up in my hand. Cole shuddered slightly with the sensation and my own mind was going wild with the feeling. He had lubricated it well with the lotion so there was no need for me to use any more. I was amazed with how hard it was, maybe I forgot how hard my own was at that age, but wow, Cole's was definitely at full attention. I touched the light hairs that dotted the base of his shaft, noting that they were much like the fine hairs on his legs. Nothing substantial yet but a clue as to what was going to come. Being a blonde myself, it would be interesting to see which color his pubes came in as. I was surprised when mine came in a brownish color, only to find my hair following slowly over the next few years. I hope Cole stayed a natural light blonde like he was now and not slip into the dark blonde/light brown column I was in now. "Stroke it," Cole said, getting restless. "Sorry," I said, so caught up in admiring him. Slowly I ran my hand up and down his cock. I took it in a fist much like he had been doing and began to pump up and down slowly. My hand just barely covered the whole length of his erection, so it must have felt awesome for him to have his whole dick in contact with something at all times. I remember that was one thing I missed from that age, the feeling of your whole cock at the mercy of your hand, not just sixty percent at a time. Using my left hand I began to play with his balls, rolling them around in his incredibly smooth sack. Not to pound the idea into the ground, but his balls were so soft I couldn't even believe it. Way softer than anything else on his body; they felt like fine silk. They too were speckled with light hairs, much like his legs. Overall, he had the body of a god, perfect in every single feasible way. Cole's head rested against my shoulder, his eyes closed and mouth open, moaning lightly with the pleasure. I would have rubbed his hair, but both my hands were busy making my Bobcat Buddy lost in ecstasy. My right hand continued to pump up and down on his smooth, rock hard shaft, feeling the crown of his little head throbbing in pleasure. It wouldn't be long now until he came, his breathing becoming very swallow and rapid. My own cock was about to explode as well, trapped in my pants but getting a workout from the constant shuttering of Cole as he was getting jacked off. "I'm cumming," Cole announced, seizing up and preparing himself for a mind blowing orgasm. Now my question of whether or not he could cum would be answered, my guess at the moment was that he could. After feeling the size of his testicles, not nearly full grown but still good sized, it only seemed natural. Finally his whole body started to spasm as his orgasm climaxed. I could feel wetness start to engulf my hand and I knew that indeed, he could cum. My hand continued to stroke his cock as he continued to convulse with pleasure. Finally he came to a stop and my hand followed suit. His cock was still pretty hard but slowly getting softer, exhausted from what turned out to be a half hour or so ordeal. I released him from my grip and brought my hand to my face. It was shining with his fluids, and I noticed a little pool had formed on his balls where it ran down my hand. I scooped some up and put it in my mouth. It was sweet and watery, much unlike my own. "Good?" he asked, his eyes now open and looking at me. "Yeah," I grinned. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. For Christ's sake I was eating this kid's cum! Wouldn't he find that a bit off? Then again, I was talking about Cole, a kid who wanted me to jack him off, a kid that had no problem that I found him hot. Even said that he liked that I found him attractive. So why was I being so paranoid? "Normally it just leaks a little," Cole informed me. "Not more than a drop or two. When I have an especially big one though sometimes it spurts a little. That was definitely the most I've ever cummed." "Glad I could help," I said. Cole flipped around so now his belly was pressing against my own. My erection was buried in his stomach, twitching at the sensation. I was a few strokes from joining Cole in orgasm. He leaned his face in towards mine and I realized that he wanted to kiss me. I was so horny I didn't even try to stop him, our lips meeting and his tongue reaching into my mouth. This was my first ever kiss, mind you, so this was a completely new experience and I didn't know quite what to do. Cole started twirling his tongue around in my mouth so I decided to do the same for him. Our tongues whipped past one another, moving around wildly. It felt great and I couldn't believe Cole was the one teaching me how to kiss. How much experience did this boy have anyways? Finally we let up and took our tongues out of each other's mouths. Cole's green eyes slowly moved towards my own and he gave me a sly grin. He scooted down and began to unbutton my pants. Oh God, this was getting a little too deep. I didn't even try to stop him though, I was too engulfed in my raging hormones to try and stop him. He pulled my pants down to my thighs and let my cock finally breathe. It flopped out, all six and a half inches erect and ready for Cole to work his magic. "Nice dick," Cole praised before starting down on it, his mouth engulfing my head. This was the first time I had ever gotten head, and the feelings were mind blowing. Cole swirled his tongue around my head before sliding downwards, getting as much in as he could before coming back up. It was only a couple of inches, but it really didn't matter. It was out of this world and the head was the part that really mattered. He swirling his tongue around my head again and it was just too much, I seized up and began to spasm. "I'm cumming!" I warned, not wanting Cole to choke on the mouthful of semen that was sure to come. I climaxed, sending shot after shot after shot of my hot cum into his mouth, Cole collecting like a pro and continuing with the blow job. Finally I seized up and he let my cock out of his mouth, it quickly deflating and rested against my belly. Cole spit the cum out of his mouth and into his hand, playing with it as I recovered. "Sorry about that," I said when I had finally come to my sense. "No problem," he grinned. "One of these day's I'll learn to eat it." He got up and headed towards the kitchen sink to dispose of my mess. I meanwhile zipped my pants up and tried to calm my racing mind. In one hand, this is exactly what I wanted to happen today. In the other, this is exactly what I was trying to prevent: sexual contact with this kid, something that could get me in a lot of trouble. There was nothing wrong with just seeing him naked, but we had gone far past that point now. Now that I was completely unhorny, I began to regret was just transpired. Why couldn't I have any self control? Why did I jack Cole off and then let me give him a blowjob? "That was quick," Cole commented as he came back and sat on the couch. He was still completely naked, now soft, his dick about an inch or so and hanging softly against his balls. It was so very cute; I just wanted to bury my face in his soft little crotch. "Sorry, I was already so worked up from jacking you off." "Yeah. That was so awesome. Thanks, it felt great." "No problem," I said, glancing at the clock. "It's five thirty; your mom is going to be home pretty soon. You should get some clothes on and I need to get going." "Okay," Cole grinned, giving me a wink as he passed me by on the way to his room. My mind started to go crazy with thoughts. I was so reckless here today... I didn't even realize the time. What if his mom had come home early? What if we got so engorged in our play that we had gone past six? What if a neighbor saw through the window? What if Cole splurged it to someone, who splurged it to someone else, who told him mom? Who would in turn, tell the police. And then my ass would be in jail. Forever labeled as a child predator. Okay, so maybe I was being a little dramatic. Cole loved me and I loved him. I would love to have a sexual relationship with him, but society just wouldn't accept that. And I hated the risk of being caught. The ramifications would be too much. Somehow I had to let Cole know I loved him with all my heart but just couldn't do this type of stuff with him. I thought he was hot, but please, stop flashing your naked body to me and making me horny. It was making me do things that I really regretted. Cole came back into the room, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt now. His cute little feet were once again bare, the same cute little feet that started this whole fiasco today. I gave him a smile and walked towards the front door. I had decided to talk to him about this the next time, give myself a little bit of time to cool down and think things through. "You leaving?" Cole asked, putting on his pout face. "Yeah," I said. "It's getting late. Look about today..." "I won't tell anyone," Cole said, giving me a hug. "I know you're worried, but our secret is safe." That made me feel a lot better. "Thanks little buddy," I said, leaning down to kiss him. We kissed on the lips but didn't extend it past that. "When you coming again? Tomorrow?" "Probably," I said. It was a Friday, but nothing happened on Friday's anyways until later at night. My afternoon was free once again to be with Cole. "Cool," Cole said. "See you then!" "Bye Cole," I said, starting out the door. "I love you." "I love you too Jason. With all my heart." I could feel tears start to well up so I gave him a quick smile and then turned away and started to walk. I didn't want him to see me like this, an emotional wreck from all the things that were going on. Finally I composed myself enough to turn around again, only to find Cole still in the doorway and giving me a wave. I smiled and waved back, finally turning the corner and walking out of sight. This evening I would have to think things through. Maybe get a personal study room at the library just to get away from everything else and really think. Max and I always talked and had a lot of fun in the dorm, but tonight I needed to be alone. --- Be on the lookout for the sixth chapter, where the boys watch another movie, except this time it's in the privacy of Cole's home... If you like the story, please send me an e-mail at: jnew001(at)gmail.com Comments, suggestions, questions are welcome!