Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2003 10:45:55 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Fireworks - Chapter 1 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- Chapter 1 "No?! Mom, please! Simon's mom is letting him go. Come on, please." Noah was almost in tears, but refused to let is show. He was 14, after all, having just celebrated his birthday a month earlier. "I'm not Simon's mother, Noah, and I've already arranged for a sitter to stay with you while I'm gone. It's only for the weekend, so stop whining about it." Jennifer was Noah's mom, and shortly after Noah was born, Noah's dad disappeared, and so it had been just the two of them all this time. If it weren't for the business trip out of town, she wouldn't even be considering leaving him now. She reasoned with herself that it was just for three days over the July 4th weekend; so leaving Noah in the care of someone else for such a short period of time was no big deal. "It's Fourth of July, Mom...please! I don't want to be stuck here with nothing to do and having no fun! You get to have fun; Simon gets to have fun, everybody gets to have fun but me. It's not fair." The short, skinny boy was not going to let this one go easy. At the tender age of 14, there was no way he wanted to have a 'baby-sitter.' If word got out, he'd be called a 'baby' the rest of his life. That would not be cool at all, Noah thought. And then, what would Simon think of him? "Noah, I really don't have time for this. I still have to pack. Why do you always want to fight with me? You're my Angel, Noah. Now, be a good boy and let it be." Noah was wearing her down. She knew and what's more, Noah knew it. "Mom, PLEASE! It's gonna be a blast. Kyle promised fireworks and everything...pleeeeeeeeeease." Noah batted his dark brown eyes at Jennifer, and pouted his lips. This was a trick he learned at a very early age, and Jennifer's heart always melted when she saw it. "Pllllleeeeeeeeease?" "Noah, stop it. It's not going to work this time. Do you hear me? I'm sure MISTER Shelling has already left. So, even if I said yes, it's too late." She smiled back at Noah in that motherly way that means 'Ha, ha...I've won.' "No. Kyle...umm, I mean MISTER Shelling, isn't leaving until noon." Noah was pulling out all the stops, and knew he was winning the battle. He batted his eyes again, and pouted his lips. Jennifer looked at the kitchen clock again. 10:06 AM. She still had to pack, dress for travel, and get the meals settled for Noah and the babysitter, and still leave by 11:30 to make her flight. "Fine. I don't have time for this. Call Mr. Shelling. If he hasn't left yet, you can go. But, I want to talk to him myself, Noah. Understand?" "Yeah, cool, no problem." He was practically dancing he was so excited. He ran from the room and then, grabbing the living room phone, dialed Mr. Kyle Shelling. "Hello?" I said as I answered my phone. "She said yes, Kyle. I can go! But, she wants to talk to you first. Can you come over right now?" Noah was so excited, he almost stuttered. "Okay, Mister Man, I'm on my way." I hung up the phone and left my apartment to visit Noah's mom. --- I moved into the Foster City Village Apartment complex about 8 years ago. Jennifer Davies and her only son, Noah, moved in about six months or so later. All of us hit it off instantly. I first met them down at the complex "community swimming pool." I love to swim, and during the summer, which lasts about 7 solid months here, I'm at the pool just about every day. I've developed quite a nice tan, thank you very much. Not bad, I thought, for a 28-year-old single guy. Sometimes I check out myself in the mirror, when I'm putting on my Speedos. I like to make sure they rest in the same place each time, so my tan line stays the same. Noah, as time went on, became a regular customer at the pool. He was so adorable as a 6 year old. Fire red hair and so many freckles, that I first thought he was sunburned. Jennifer laughed when I told her that. But, Noah and I became fast and forever friends at that pool. On several occasions throughout the years living there, Jennifer would leave Noah in my care. We'd splash and swim and carry on like two little kids. Noah brought out the kid in me, and he liked that I let HIM be a kid. As time went on, Noah would visit me in my apartment, and we'd have lunch together, or watch movies, or whatever Noah wanted to do. I eventually bought one of those video game systems; just so Noah would have something fun to do at "Kyle's house." I let him call me by my first name, almost from the start. "Mr. Shelling is my father's name," I used to kid Noah. I hated the name actually. On more than one occasion, when Jennifer needed help, I would step in. I was more of a big brother than a father figure to Noah, but Jennifer didn't care. She was pleased that Noah had a male role model in his life, and someone to help look after Noah. Noah even spent the night at my apartment on more than a dozen occasions. It was during one of these sleepovers that Noah discovered my "secret life." Though I never touched the boy, I would often stare at him. He was just a beautiful boy to look at. Noah is so sweet and cute. His soft freckled skin; his gorgeous eyes that always seemed full of wonder and amazement. One night when Noah was 12, he was sleeping over, and he caught me staring at him while he was playing a video game. "What are you looking at, Kyle?" "Huh? Oh, I was just counting how many freckles you have." I giggled and trying to pass it off. Noah seemed to accept this lame excuse and went back to playing. That night, as I was going to the bathroom, I heard some rustling around in the living room where Noah was supposed to be sleeping on the couch. When I went out to the living room to see what the noise was, I got my answer. There, sitting up with the light on, was Noah. He was wide awake, and going through some of my gay magazines that I had in an end table next to the couch. I stopped cold in my tracks. With the exception of my staring at Noah, I never made any advance on him, or gave any indication that I was gay, let alone liked boys. I knew if Jennifer found out, I'd never be allowed to see Noah again. It simply wasn't worth the risk. I must have inhaled to loudly, because Noah looked up at me, and without even hesitating asked, "Kyle, are you gay?" I was the one hesitating now. What do I say? How do I handle this? And, worse yet, what will Jennifer say or DO? I looked at Noah's eyes again. They were so inquisitive and bright. I looked again to be sure, and he wasn't judging me. He was curious and wanted to know the truth. "Yes, Noah. I am gay." I decided that losing Noah's friendship with the truth was better than keeping it with a lie. "Kyle? How can you tell if you're gay?" Noah was looking deep into me now, and there were more questions in his eyes than I could ever hope to answer. "Well, there's lots of ways, I guess. There's the feelings you have when you look at guys, and thoughts you have, and the way certain people make you feel." I was trying to be honest, but not overwhelm the kid. I wasn't sure where this conversation was going. Noah closed the magazines, collected them and returned them to the end table. Then he looked at me and said, "I think I'm gay." I sat next to Noah, put my arm around him like any 'big-brother' would, and said, "Why do you think that?" "Simon says I'm gay. And when I'm around him, I get all tingly and stuff, and when we play around, my dick gets hard." "Well that happens to all boys your age, Noah. It doesn't mean you're gay." I was trying to be consoling and at the same time supportive. "I guess, but last night, I dreamt about Simon. We kissed and stuff and played with each other, you know...down there, and then I woke up all wet. It wasn't pee, cuz it was sticky." Poor Noah, I thought. He was so sweet and innocent at 12. I was guessing that he had just entered puberty, and obviously, I was the only guy in his life to talk about this stuff with. "You just had what's called a 'wet-dream,' Noah. It's perfectly normal for boys your age. That 'sticky' stuff is called semen or sperm." I then explained where babies come from. "I know where babies come from," he said so proud of his information. "But that comes from a man, and I'm just a boy." "That's true, Noah, you are a boy, but you already have the stuff to make babies, so you have to be careful when you play with girls, because you can get her pregnant." "I'm not really interested in girls," Noah said. "But I AM interested in Simon. He's so cute." Well, there was no doubt in my mind that Noah was gay, but I refused to push the issue that night. Besides, the stirring in the crotch of my sleep pants would soon make itself known to Noah. "Let's get some sleep, Noah, and we'll talk about it more tomorrow, okay?" I kissed him on his freckled forehead and he just looked up at me and smiled. I wanted nothing more than to press my lips to his and embrace him right there and then. Restraining myself, I covered him up, shut off the light, and returned to my bedroom. I shut the door, slipped off my sleep pants, and stroked my now fully erect cock to orgasm. I dreamt about Noah the whole night. And his words kept coming back to me, over and over, "I think I'm gay; I think Simon is cute; I woke up wet." --- Over the next two years, Noah and I talked at great length about his feelings and his interests. I was right about Noah being gay, and this self-realization for Noah only seemed to bring us closer together. It even became a common ground for Jennifer and I. She began to have her suspicions about the growing relationship between Simon and Noah, and how much time they were spending together. I promised to look out for him, and since I knew Simon as well as Noah, she trusted my judgment. Simon had moved into the complex about 4 years ago, and although I was not as close to Simon as I was to Noah, I still knew him quite well. There was no doubt in my mind that Simon was gay, and like Jennifer, I had my own worries about the amount of time Simon was spending with Noah. However, having Noah sleepover continued, as well as my close relationship with him. But, my interest in Noah himself didn't surface until 2 months ago. Jennifer had decided to date again, and Noah was not handling it well at all. He came to me crying and upset, and swearing like crazy. "I'm running away, and I don't give a fuck what she thinks!" Noah plopped himself down on my couch, threw his head into his hands and continued crying. "She hates me anyways, so who cares?" "I care!" As I mentioned before, I'd been "called in" a time or two to help, and this was one of those times. I called Jennifer on the phone and asked if Noah could stay over. I explained that he was very upset, and maybe a cooling off period would help. She agreed, and Noah stayed with me. While trying to make Noah feel better about the new situation he was in, I put my arm around him and hugged him close to me. I had done this a hundred times before. But, this time felt different, for Noah and for me. He looked into my eyes, and the tears stopped. "Kyle, I...I...I love you." Then he hung his head down as if he had delivered some piece of tragic news. "Well," I smiled at him, "I love you too, Mister Man. I've loved you for a long time now." "No, that's not what I mean. I mean 'I LOVE you;' like a boyfriend." His eyes were locked on mine now, trying to gauge my response. "Oh, Noah." I hugged him again only tighter to my chest. Then, I kissed him on his forehead, and he raised his head, and planted his lips on mine. I didn't resist and the two of us kissed passionately. When Noah stuck out his tongue and touched my lips, it surprised me. I pulled from him. "Noah, this isn't right. I mean, I love you that way too. I think you're a really sweet kid, and I love hearing you talk to me that way, but your mother trusts me, Noah. She'd kill me if she found out how I really feel about you." We talked for most of that night about his feelings for me; his feelings for Simon; and about how he felt to be gay. I tucked him about 3 in the morning, and without kissing him good night, retired to my room. The passionate kiss from Noah was not repeated, and for the most part, it seemed that his "feelings" for me subsided, and that our friendship returned to normal. That was, until the July Fourth weekend. --- "Hey, Jennifer. All packed?" I asked as I entered Noah's apartment. "Not even close, and I've got to leave at 11:30 to catch my plane. Damn it...where's my hairbrush?" She was scrambling about the living room, trying desperately to get organized. Seeing the hairbrush on the side table, I picked it up and handed it to her. "Easy, Girlie Girl...you're gonna explode!" I chuckled and smiled at her. She smiled back and said, "Noah tells me you're taking Simon camping this weekend. He's begging me to allow him to go, but I wanted to see if it was his idea or yours." She went back to busily pack, only half listening to my response. "It was my idea, Jennifer. I just figured that the boys would like to see my dad's old property, and we could light off some of the fireworks I have left over from last year; maybe do some swimming in the creek; and burn marshmallows by a campfire. He told me you were going away this weekend, so I figured I'd just pitch in and take care of him while you're gone." "You are an absolute Angel, Kyle." She leaned over to give me a quick hug, then grabbed a few more pieces of clothing and threw them in her suitcase. "Are you sure he won't be any trouble?" "Are you kidding? We're talking about Noah here. The most trouble that boy has EVER gotten into, was the time he cannon-balled into the pool, and got old-lady Johnson all wet." We both started laughing at the memory. "Funny you should mention that. She was going to babysit Noah." She started laughing again. "Oh, well now, that'll never work. You know she doesn't get along well with Noah at all. Let me take him with us, Jennifer. It's just the weekend." "Thank you, Kyle...you're a dear. Noah and I are very lucky to have you." Jennifer finished tossing in another couple of items and slammed the suitcase shut. "I have no idea what phone number I'll be at." "Don't worry about a thing, Jennifer. We won't be near a phone anyway...everything will be fine. Have a great time, and send Noah over as soon as he's ready to go." I hugged her again, and left the apartment. --- Precisely at noon, Simon, Noah and I were loaded up into my car and we were on our way. "This is so cool," Noah exclaimed. "Guys weekend." He winked and smiled at Simon, who, trying to play it off, didn't wink back. "You guys ever had to 'rough it' before?" I wanted to know what I was getting myself into. "Oh, sure," Simon spoke up first. "Lots of times. My dad used to take us when I was little." "Not me," Noah responded. "My first time, and it's gonna be so cool." His excitement was contagious and before too long, we were all looking forward to camping out. The property my dad owned was a 200-acre wooded plot, about four hours north of the apartment complex. It was undeveloped, and had a spectacular stream running through one corner. It was in this area that we would set up camp. The roadway, which consisted of two beaten down dirt pathways, was gated at the entrance. It was my dad's dream to build his retirement home here. However, he died before the dream was realized, and since I loved the property, I never let it go. It was one of many possessions my father left me, but this was my pride and joy, as well as a getaway from the world. Passing through the gate, and locking it behind us, we proceeded into deeper woods. It was gorgeous weather, and even with the woods, we seemed to have little trouble with those pesky mosquitoes that some parks have. As we drove further in, the boys noticed a small shack sitting all by itself. "What's that for?" Noah asked. I started chuckling. "That's my outhouse. I was sick of shitting in the woods." Both the boys started laughing as well, but I think they were kind of glad too. We set up camp, and I was amazed at how well Noah and Simon worked together. Even though Noah had never been camping, he chipped right in and helped anyway he could. In no time, we had two tents set up: one tent that was big enough to sleep six, and a smaller one to keep our food in. I'd never seen any wild animals during any of my stays, except for a couple deer and an occasional raccoon. But, it was better to be safe than sorry, I thought. Inside the sleeping tent, we set up our sleeping bags, clothes and a lantern. We were all set for sleeping when the time came. But, I was in no hurry to turn in, and neither were the boys. "Let me show you around," I said as I pointed the way to the creek. "Tomorrow, we finish off breakfast, and then go for a swim." The air was so clean and fresh, you naturally breathed in deeper to get as much in your lungs as possible. Purple wild flowers grew everywhere, and the pine trees were so tall, you almost hurt your neck looking up. Birds chirped and on our walk back to our campsite, we saw a squirrel chasing another, and as they ran past us, all of us stopped to watch. Our campsite was in a cleared area. I had trucked in some sand to set up tents on, and made a home-made fire pit out of rocks I had found in the area. We gathered some wood, and in a few minutes, had a nice fire going. As the sun began to set, the boys seemed to really relax and enjoy the outdoors. Dinner consisted of burgers on the fire pit, and when clean up time came, everyone pitched in. It was when we were settling down around the fire pit, cooking our marshmallows, that Noah noticed the stars. "No way!" He said as he was looking up. "I've never seen so many stars in my whole life!" Simon and I looked up as well. The night was warm and crystal clear and the billions of stars were breath taking. Simon told a few ghost stories, and Noah and I listened intently. Though I noticed that Noah was clinging to every word. The sparkle in his eyes as he watched Simon melted my heart. I knew how he felt. Soon enough, it was time to turn in, and gathering inside the big tent, we began to undress for bed. As I zipped up the tent and lit the lantern, Simon was the first to begin undressing. I set the lantern down and laid on my sleeping bag as I watched him undress. At first, he didn't notice. Then, as he realized that Noah and I were both watching him, he decided to make it a show worth watching. Having just turned 15, he was only slightly older than Noah. However, as he removed his t-shirt, I observed that he had been in puberty for some time. His milky white skin was a bright backdrop for the sandy colored tuft of hair he had under each arm. It matched the hair on his head perfectly. At almost 6 foot, he was tall, but skinny. Not quite a bean pole, but very sexy. When he slid his pants sexily down his firm, long legs, I noticed that only his calves were hairy. His upper legs were still smooth. Simon began to dance a bit as he paraded in front of us in his underwear. I was surprised when I heard, "Keep going, Simon. Take it all off." I turned to see Noah was enjoying the show, and as I looked down further, I could see his dick beginning to swell in his tight jeans. Simon didn't argue as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, and slid them down his sexy legs. His own cock, an uncut tube of beautiful boy meat, flopped out and was beginning its own rise to attention. I guessed him at about 5 1/2 inches, with a beautiful patch of light colored hair above it. Then Simon lifted his balls as he continued his performance in front of us. As he lifted and played with them, I noticed there was only a small fuzz of hair on each one. They were beautiful orbs and I wanted to suck them into my mouth. I could tell I was beginning to drool, and as I swallowed hard, I noticed my own dick straining my pants. Simon pulled off his socks and threw one to each of us, hitting us in the face. Noah giggled and I couldn't help but smile at the fun time we were having. As Simon slipped into his sleeping bag, his now fully erect dick made of nice tent between his legs. "I'm next!" Noah jumped up and stood in the same corner Simon had been in. Noah began dancing and wiggling his butt, and the smile on his face was so big, I knew he loved every second of the attention. Simon lay back against his pillow and took his turn enjoying the show. As Noah stripped out of his t-shirt and jeans, I could see more of his gorgeous freckles that I love so much. Noah slipped the jeans down slowly, wiggling his tight butt in front of us. Not surprisingly, he wore white briefs, and the tent in the front of them was becoming bigger. "Come on, Noah. I showed you mine." Simon wanted to see more, and I didn't argue. Taking his cue, Noah turned away from us, and as he lowered the white briefs, exposed his beautiful ass cheeks, and continued to wiggle them as he kicked the briefs off, hitting Simon in the face with them. Noah turned around in time to see Simon tuck them into his sleeping bag. Finally, Noah removed his socks, tossing them aside and pointing to me said, "Okay, Kyle. Your turn to strip." He smiled big again and even Simon seemed to smile bigger at me. Now, I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about all this attention. My dick was already throbbing and I knew if I started stripping in front of these boys, there was a good chance I'd explode. "Come on, Kyle. It's cool. I told Simon you're gay, and he doesn't care." I was shocked. My mouth just about hit the floor. I had no idea that my sexual interests were the topic of discussion with these two. I looked at Simon who said, "Yeah, it's cool. I kinda figured it out anyway. So, you gonna strip or not?" I couldn't respond. My mind was already in overload watching these two hottie boys strip for me. I was hard as rock, and started to leak precum from my dick. I could feel the small wet spot on my underwear. Finally, I found my voice, "You guys don't want to see an old guy like me." I started to settle in to my sleeping bag. "Yeah we do!" Noah and said and pulled on the zipper of my bag, opening it further. "Fine, but I'll warn you, I've already got a boner." "So do I," smiled Simon as his right hand disappeared into his sleeping bag. I stood and began my performance and the boys' eyes locked on my body. Simon continued to stroke his hard dick as I removed my shirt and shoes. Then I removed my socks, teasingly, and then unbuttoned my shorts. "Oh yeah," Noah said. I could feel my face blush, as I unzipped my shorts and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, I could feel my cock beginning to pulse and press hard against the front of my briefs. "Come on, Kyle. Let's see it." Noah sensed my hesitation and wanted to make sure I went all the way. As I removed my underwear, my cock sprung up, slapping my belly and leaving a thin trail of precum behind. The boys watched my dick bounce, as Simon continued to play with his own dick. I gave my dick a nice slow squeeze, and another thin trail dripped from the end of my dick, onto the tent floor. Noah watched intently as it dropped, and began playing with his own dick. I walked over to my sleeping bag and lay down on top of it. I started stroking my dick up and down while the boys watched. "It's getting hot in here," Simon said, as he unzipped his sleeping bag and pulled out his naked legs. Noah got out of his bag too, and all three of us lay on top of our sleeping bags, jerking our hard dicks. I was watching Simon play with his balls and smiled at him hungrily. He smiled back and started working his cock again. Then, I looked at Noah, and although I had seen Noah naked before, I was really checking him out now. His smooth naked skin shimmered with sweat from his body. A closer look revealed that Noah had no hair anywhere on his body. I wanted to lick him all over, and the thought of doing so made my balls ache and send more precum dripping out. Noah's dick was about 4 inches long, and his cute pink head began to get redder as he stroked on it. Noah was cut, but he managed to pull enough skin up and down his shaft to cause him to moan a little as he jacked off. I couldn't believe this was happening, but there I was jacking off with my two favorite boys in the whole world, and I was feeling so good. I could feel my cum begin to boil in my balls, when I heard Simon say, "Check it out." Before he got the words from his mouth, the first blast of boy cum ejected from his beautiful dick and landed on his chest. The second landed on his chin, which startled him, but he kept on jerking his dick, trying to pump out every last drop. Another shorter line of boy jizz came out, and then Simon gave his dick a hard squeeze to empty his cock. Seeing Simon shoot off was all it took to send me spurting, and I shot my first spray over my shoulder. I pointed my dick back down and emptied the rest of my hot cum onto my chest and belly. I looked over at Noah and smiled at him. Noah smiled back, then rubbed his hand across my cum splattered chest. Then Noah used my cum as a lube for his dick. Simon and I watched as Noah stroked his dick up and down with his wet hand. Then Noah began breathing harder and harder. "Yeah, do it, Noah," Simon cheered him on. "I'm...I'm...gonna shoot." Noah was masturbating faster and faster, and then he squeezed his dick hard, and inhaled his breath. Then, two streams of his young boy cum spurted onto his thin belly. Breathing again, he wiped the head of his dick across the wetness. "That was awesome," he said, as he looked at Simon and I. "I hope we get to do that again." Simon smiled at him and winked. I had a feeling the boys had planned this all along, but I wasn't about to inquire just then. "You guys should get some sleep," I finally said. "It's late and it'll be an active day tomorrow. I hope you guys like bacon and eggs for breakfast." "Mm, yeah," said Simon. I cleaned myself off with a towel, and threw it to the boys, who did the same. I saw Simon hold it to his nose for a moment and inhale, but I didn't say anything. Then, he tossed it in the corner, and turned off the lantern. "Good night, boys. Sweet dreams," I said. --- I welcome comments or questions, so write me, mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com