Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2019 19:09:59 -0800
From: Vance Von Jungsburg <vereinington@secmail.pro>
Subject: Fuzzy Upper Lip (Gay/Adult-Youth)

The following story is fictional, though based on real events and people.
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FUZZY UPPER LIP

"OK, now you have to show me yours..." Rafe said as his boxer briefs
descended his legs and pooled at his feet. He pulled up his t-shirt and
thrust his groin forward to give me a better view.

I was stunned. I felt my face flush and the blood rush to my groin. My
throat went dry and my extremities felt cold.

Rafe's semi-hard 12-year-old cock had a few dark hairs at its base,
matching the thick hair which covered his forehead and almost obscured his
deep brown eyes. I was pretty sure he would have pubic hair when we agreed
to our show and tell, but I was unprepared for the size of the thing. Rafe
was small for a kid of twelve, but his member wasn't. His half-hard,
circumcised boy-dick was bigger than mine, and I was a grown man. Rafe's
slight stature served to make the thing between his legs look outlandishly
disproportionate compared to his skinny thighs and narrow pelvis.

I wanted to take a picture. I wanted to reach out and touch it. I wanted
it in my mouth. But I remained cautious. I hadn't really expected Rafe to
strip for me, and I had no plan how to proceed.

This was the culmination of two days of playful banter between Rafe and
me. I knew Rafe had a (chaste) crush on me, though he hadn't spoken it
aloud, and I'm sure he was aware of the affection I felt toward him.

I'd moved into his mom's guesthouse a couple days earlier, when the
accounting firm I worked for transferred me to Arizona. I'd found the
little backyard house in Scottsdale on Craigslist. My living quarters were
actually a converted pool house which was separated from a little oval
pool by about three feet of concrete decking. The small pool crowded the
equally small backyard leaving little room for anything else.

Tracy, Rafe's mother, rented the casita to me and owned the tract house to
which the backyard belonged. She was an ER nurse who was looking for
someone quiet and responsible to live in her back yard. She explained to
me that she had a 12 year old son, and though he was old enough to look
after himself, she wanted someone who was around in case of emergency when
she had to work night shifts.

The day I moved in was the day I met Rafe. Tracy was standing at her front
door giving the keys and a sheet of paper with her "House Rules," a list
of simple requirements that seemed unremarkable.

"Mom, we're out of jelly!" the soprano voice of a tween yelled from inside
the house.

"Rafe! Come meet our new roommate Sean," Tracy called back. I found it
funny that she called me a roommate.

The boy appeared next to his mother at the front door. She had said he was
12, but I would have guessed he was ten from his size. His skinny arms and
legs were hairless, and his skin had the smooth, blemish-free appearance
of a pre-adolescent. His small upturned nose and straight, thick hair gave
him an air of boyish magnetism. I stared at him trying not to look as
interested as I was. Then I noticed his upper lip had a light misting of
baby fine hair, just barely visible in the morning sunlight.

Rafe looked at me, his striking brown eyes meeting mine. "Hi Sean," he
said, sounding like he was happy to meet me. "Is that your pickup?" He
nodded toward my twelve-year-old Dodge Ram on the street.

"Yes, I've been driving it since I was in High School. It was my dad's," I
said. "Uh, it's probably time to get a new car now that I've got a real
job." I didn't want Rafe to think I could only afford to drive a well-worn
truck. I'd only met him ten seconds earlier and I was already trying to
impress him.

"Want me to help you bring your stuff into the pool house?" Rafe asked.

Tracy spoke before I could answer. "Wow, Rafe, you're suddenly so
generous! Why don't you ever ask to help me?"  She said it in a joking
manner but I knew she was surprised he offered.

I jumped in. "Well, I don't really have that much stuff. I can do it
myself." I was trying to move past the situation between mother and son.

"No way!" Tracy said. "Rafe, help Sean carry his stuff in."

Rafe followed me out to the truck.

"Wow, you were right, you don't have a lot of things," the boy commented.

"Yeah, I guess I have to go to Ikea and get some furniture," I replied.

"Can I go with you!" Rafe sounded excited. I told him to ask his mom.

An hour later, the drive to Ikea allowed me to perve on the boy's slim,
hairless legs which extended from his light blue satiny basketball shorts.
Rafe kept up a steady monologue the entire drive. I learned a lot about
him - he was into video games, was a shortstop on his little league team
and would age out after this season, and his favorite TV show was
"Friends," which surprised me. I asked him if he was talking about the
sitcom from the '90s, to be sure he wasn't talking about some newer show I
didn't know about.

"Yeah, with Monica and Chandler and Rachel and Pheobe. I like them.
They're really funny," he answered. "All the episodes are on Netflix."

We arrived at Ikea and began wandering the store. I needed a bed, a small
table and chairs, a dresser and a bookshelf. Rafe had strong opinions
about what he liked and didn't like in home decor. I acquiesced, and
allowed him to pick out the furniture. He was a fun kid to be around - I
fed off his energy and felt more outgoing and adventurous than normal. We
tossed throw pillows at each other and I gave him a hard shove onto a bed
when he wasn't looking, which caused him to explode in laughter.

Though I had been around Rafe for just a few hours, feelings began to
arise in myself that I recognized from my past. I was getting a crush on
the boy. I wanted to know everything about him - what had his life up to
now been like to produce such a magnetic and engaging soul?

I treated Rafe to Swedish Meatballs in the Ikea Cafe, then we loaded my
truck with the flat-pack furniture and headed home. Again, Rafe was Mr.
Chatty, and I found out more pieces of the puzzle that made up the uncanny
boy sitting in my passenger seat. His dad had taken off to Florida when
Rafe was three, and Rafe only saw him about every two years. His mom had
raised him with the help of her younger sister, who acted as a live-in
babysitter until she got married a few months ago, freeing up the guest
house.

As we neared home I asked Rafe, "Will you help me assemble the furniture
tomorrow?" I wanted to spend as much time as I could with the boy.

He agreed without hesitation.

The next morning I was startled by an 8:00 am knock on the door. Since it
was Sunday, I was still asleep on the Ikea mattress placed on the floor. I
jumped up and wrapped my nakedness with a bed sheet to answer the door.

It was Rafe. "Sorry, did I wake you up?" he asked. His eyes scanned my
body. "I just wanted to see if you were ready to put the furniture
together."

"No, I was just lounging in bed looking at phone messages," I lied. "That
reminds me - I should give you my number so you can text me without having
to come all the way out back."  As soon as I said it I regretted it,
knowing it might diminish the time I got to look at Rafe.

"Come on in," I told the boy. "I just need to get dressed and brush my
teeth and then we can get started." Rafe stepped into my little house and
stood in my empty living area, since there was nowhere to sit.

I grabbed some shorts, boxer briefs and a t-shirt, and headed into the
bathroom. I left the door open, standing at the sink with my back to Rafe,
and dropped the sheet to put on my clothes. I wondered if he was looking
at me - I'd been told that my ass was one of my best features. As I pulled
my shorts over my underwear I glanced in the mirror to see Rafe. Our eyes
met and he got a funny shit-eating grin on his face. He knew I had caught
him looking. But all boys are curious... still, it gave me swelling in my
chest.

We began pulling panels and hardware out of the large, flat boxes from
Ikea. I kept stealing glances at Rafe - he was wearing red shorts that
looked a bit too small, and a faded light blue sleeveless t-shirt. I
guessed those were clothes no longer good enough to wear out in the world,
but they did afford me an attractive view. I could now see that his thin
legs and arms were covered with a smattering of blonde, almost clear
hairs. As he lifted his arms I noticed his bare armpits, whiter than the
rest of his skin. I felt a stirring in my groin that lasted the entire
time I was with the boy.

Our conversation, which had started out with a discussion of the assembly
instructions and method of construction soon turned more personal when
Rafe asked me about my family. I told him I have one older brother and
both parents are who are still alive. Then Rafe asked if I had a
girlfriend.

Being gay wasn't something I advertised, but it was also something I
wouldn't deny if asked. I hadn't told Tracy about my sexual preference,
though I knew most women were able to figure it out soon enough. I
considered whether I should tell Rafe, then decided I needed to tell him
the truth.

"Actually, no I don't have a girlfriend," I said. "I have plenty of girls
who are friends, but I don't really go for girls that way."

Rafe looked at me then quickly looked away when our eyes met.

"So do you like guys...?" he asked, a hint of tentativeness in his voice.

"Yes. I just want to be honest with you about that," I said.

"It's ok," he said. "I know a couple gay guys at school. There's this kid,
Cory, who's in 8th grade, who said he goes on gay dating sites and has sex
with men."

"That sounds dangerous," I said.

"Yeah."  Rafe was silent for a moment. "So, do you like having dicks up
your butt?"

I suppressed a laugh. "Actually, I'm not that fond of it."

Rafe looked puzzled. "I though that's what gay guys liked."

"I'm not even sure I'm supposed to be talking to you about this..." I said.

"How come?" Rafe brushed off my concerns. "I've never gotten a chance to
ask a gay guy these questions."

"Why?" I asked. "Are you just curious, or..."

Rafe blushed. "No! I don't know... I watched some gay porn... It was..."

"Don't worry," I assured him. "A lot of kids your age are curious about
it. It doesn't make you gay if you like those things.

"So what do you like to do with other guys?" Rafe asked.

I felt the blood rushing to my groin. I'd never had a 12-year-old query me
about my sex life - I decided to tell him everything.

"I like kissing, giving and getting blow jobs, hand jobs, and I like my
dick up a butt, I just don't like dicks up my butt," I explained, using
Rafe's terminology. "I'm what's known as a 'top'."

"So the guy getting fucked is called a bottom!?" Rafe laughed.

"Yes!" I laughed along with Rafe.

"I'm a bottom, you're a bottom, he's a bottom, she's a bottom" Rafe sang
to a tune he made up on the spot. Then he stopped. "Sean..." Rafe said in
a low voice, almost a whisper. "Can I see your dick?"

I took a deep breath. "I don't know if that's a good idea..." I really
wanted to show him, but I knew there could be serious consequences if I
did.

"I've never seen a man's dick in real life. I'm just curious..."

I had spent all day wondering about Rafe's dick, and here he was asking to
see mine. I knew, from the baby-fine hair on his upper lip, that he would
probably have pubic hair and be able to cum. I wanted to see it, and maybe
even touch it and suck it.

"Well... if you show me yours, I'll show you mine," I said. I know it was
a cliché, but Rafe was too young to know that. "But I have to warn you,
two guys with their dicks out can lead to other things."

Rafe was pulling down his shorts before I even finished the sentence.

And there he stood, dropping his shorts and pulling up his t-shirt to give
me a better view. Like I said, it was big - bigger than I expected, bigger
than anyone expects 12 year old. At some point in the last six months, his
little testosterone factory must have kicked into high gear, pumping out
the magic substances that caused his balls to enlarge, his cock to
increase in girth and length, and tiny hairs to sprout above it.

"OK, now you have to show me yours," he demanded.

I did exactly that, pulling my shorts and boxer briefs down to my thighs
to reveal my erection.  I was a bit smaller than Rafe, but had more hair,
even though I trimmed.

"You know, you have a really big dick for a guy your age," I said.
"Actually, it's pretty big for any age." I knew I'd already crossed a line
exposing myself to a 12-year-old boy so I decided to go all in.

I stepped toward Rafe and took his cock in my hand, gently stroking it. He
sucked in a deep breath. Its warm velvety hardness increased to its full
dimensions. I knelt to get a better look and caressed his plump ball sack
with my other hand. Rafe began a slight humping motion, his skinny pelvis
pushing his outsized cock deeper into my grip. My free will disappeared
and I was compelled to take it into my mouth. It was the biggest cock I'd
sucked, but seemed to fit comfortably. Rafe's gentle thrusts began to
increase in intensity. I put my arms around his body and grabbed his warm,
soft ass cheeks and pulled him into me. I wanted to see how deep I could
go, and relaxed my throat, and was almost able to take it all in.

Rafe and I both heard the screen door from the main house clap shut. I
pulled off quickly.

"Oh, shit!" Rafe said, as we quickly pulled up our pants and underwear. We
both knew it would be Tracy.

"Knock, knock!" she said, rather than actually knocking. "How's it going
out here?"

I pulled open the front door. Rafe was behind me on the floor screwing in
a bolt with an allen wrench.

"Great!" I said. "Rafe's a real help. He's pretty handy to have around."

"Well, I brought you guys some waters in case you get thirsty." Tracy
said, handing me a couple chilled plastic bottles. I invited her in and
described the furniture we were putting together for the apartment. I told
her how Rafe had actually picked out most of the pieces. She seem
unsurprised. Rafe continued his manual assembly, ignoring both of us the
entire time Tracy was in the apartment.

"Well, I'm just about to leave for Costco. Rafe, can you think of anything
you need?"

"Will you get some pizzas?" It was the first thing Rafe had said since
Tracy barged in.

"Sure thing," Tracy said as she left. I heard the screen door bang again.

"I'm glad that screen door is loud."

"Yeah," Rafe said. Then there was an awkward silence. Neither of us seemed
to know what to say.

I felt jittery both because we had been interrupted and because I didn't
know how things would play out after our first attempt at fooling around.

Finally I broke the ice. "So, are you OK with what we did? I don't want to
hurt you or do anything that could scar you." I know it was a lame
platitude but I couldn't think of anything else to say.

Rafe rolled his eyes in a dramatic, exaggerated manner, which caused me to
burst out laughing. Rafe laughed too, then lunged for me, grabbing me by
my legs and pushing me off balance. We wrested on the floor for a bit
until he went limp, lying across my chest.

I felt his hand moving up my leg toward my crotch. I didn't stop what he
was doing. He began to knead my now erect penis through my shorts. His
body was blocking the view but I could feel what he was doing as he undid
the fly and zipper of my shorts. I lifted my ass off the ground so he
could pull them down. He caressed my erection, then repositioned himself
so he could take it into his mouth. I warm wetness cover the first two
inches of my cock. He worked on me for a couple minutes - it wasn't the
greatest blow job I'd ever had by a long shot, but I knew it was sincere,
and he seemed to be getting a lot of enjoyment from it.

"Take your clothes off," I said. Rafe got up on his knees and pulled his
sleeveless t-shirt off, then pulled his small red shorts and black boxer
briefs down. He stood up to take them completely off.

Sitting on the floor, I pulled my shorts and underwear off and took off my
shirt, throwing them across the room. I got up on my knees in front of
Rafe, who was standing naked, his hard boy cock just below my eye level.

I gave Rafe a hard push on his lower abdomen and he fell backward onto the
Ikea mattress laying on the floor. Rafe giggled as I crawled toward him
and grabbed his legs. I pulled myself toward him so his legs straddled me
and our hard cocks touched. Taking both in my right hand, I began to
stroke them together. This proved too much for a horny 12-year-old and
Rafe's cock began to spasm, jettisoning a few small streams of watery
semen onto his stomach. The sight of his big boy dick shooting was too
much, and I came a few seconds later, coating his stomach and chest with
my thicker and more abundant cum. I leaned down and kissed Rafe on the
mouth, which he opened to accept my tongue. I lay on Rafe and felt the
warm wetness of our lovemaking on his body. I felt content and spent.

We lay together for several minutes until Rafe spoke. "Sean?"

"Uh huh," I whispered.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

I was not expecting that, but my heart swelled at the question.

"Yes!" I said, without even considering the implications.

After a short while I said, "But we have to be secret boyfriends. Do you
know what I mean?"

"Yes," Rafe said. "I meant 'will you by my secret boyfriend?'"  We both
laughed.

Epilogue:

Rafe and I spent almost every evening and weekend together after that. I
genuinely loved him and wanted to help him meet his potential as he grew
into a man. Sex was part of our relationship, but like any couple, there
was a lot more to us.

A few weeks after I had moved in, Rafe's mother told me he "hero
worshipped" me. I told her I was aware of that, and that he was a great
kid.

"You're really good for him," she said. "I wish you'd been around when he
was younger."

I didn't tell her how much I wished that as well.

END

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