Date: Thu, 08 May 2003 23:24:51 -0700
From: luvyngcks@hotmail.com
Subject: Lil Dude   Chapter 2

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Lil Dude   Chapter 2

The First Day

      This was definitely not going to be another of those 'just another
day' days.  The red digital readout on the bedside clock was reading nine
a.m. ...thank gawd this is the first Monday of my two week vacation.
Sleeping in was on the agenda, but getting involved with a twelve year old
boy was not.  "Damn, it never did cool off last night, and it looks like
today is going to be a repeat scorcher of yesterday's discomfort." Was the
first thought entering my mind, second thought was, "What am I going to do
about this situation with Jorge, and how do I even start things going?"
Dreading the heat, but not near as much as what may be lying ahead today
with Jorge, I got out of bed and went to the dresser, opened the top drawer
and pulled out a pair of boxers and tee shirt, I pulled them both on and
grabbed an extra tee shirt.  I headed out of the bedroom and down the hall
to get things rolling for the day.

      As I entered the doorway to the living room I saw the cutest vision
displayed in front of me.  Across the room on the sofa, sprawled out with
an arm above his head over the pillow, the other arm dangling over the edge
of the sofa, one leg cocked back toward the back of the sofa and the other
leg with the foot hanging over the edge of the sofa, his face toward the
center of the room and sleeping like his world was perfect...was this
beautiful boy from last night.  Sometime during the night's heat he had
removed the sheet covering him. A wisp of that beautiful black hair was
just barely covering his forehead, his lips were slightly parted and a soft
light boy snore was escaping his mouth on exhaling.  At least in his sleep
Jorge was able to escape whatever hell he had experienced last night with
his parents before our meeting.  His body looked perfect to me, the tan
lines emphasized his little boy bubble butt.  He had that beautiful dark
cinnamon complexion all over, much darker over most of his body, where you
could see that he was in the habit of going shirtless and shoeless, and
favored wearing short shorts while outdoors.  Smooth, with not a trace of
hair on his body anywhere except for that lush mop of black medium length
hair on top of his sweet head, his thick eye brows and his long eye lashes.

      Seeing how at peace he appeared to be in his slumber, I decided to
let him sleep on for another hour or two before attempting to wake him,
letting his body and mind get as much peaceful relaxation and refreshment
as possible.  After all, he hadn't fallen to sleep until the early hours of
morning this morning and he had a really rough night before we even met.
The selfish bonus on my part was that it would afford me the opportunity to
view this beautiful lad without feeling I was being watched doing it.

      I laid the extra tee shirt on the coffee table and proceeded to the
kitchen.  While brewing the coffee I grabbed the pad of paper I always kept
on the counter for shopping list purposes and the pen next to it.  I
started listing an outline of steps involved in resolving Jorge's situation
and contacts to make to aid in the resolution.  I wanted to get all of it
organized before he awoke from his peaceful slumber.  When we have our talk
I could present him with a game plan of what we would be doing to take care
of matters and get it all straightened out.  First would be finding out
what had happened between he and his parents; second would be contacting
his parents and talking with them; and third would be contacting my old
friend Max, at social services to see what he would be able to do.  I knew
Max would direct me in the correct procedures of this nature, after all
that has been his profession for the last several years.

      I looked around the kitchen to see what breakfast offerings I could
suggest to Jorge when he awoke.  I knew boys of his age were always hungry
and wanted to get some nourishment into his little body before he might
become too upset to eat.  And I could hear in the back of my mind, my mom's
voice (God rest her soul), "Breakfast is the most important meal of the
day.  It fuels your body for what lies ahead of you in the day."
  Taking an on-hand food inventory, I saw that there would be a number of
options to offer him.

      With the coffee brewed, I poured an extra large mug full and took it
to the living room with me, where I seated myself sideways at the far end
of the sofa so I could savor the moments watching this beautiful specimen
of boyhood in his slumber.  Sipping my first taste of this morning's
caffeine, I just sat there watching Jorge's torso gently rise and fall with
each breath.

      I have known all my life I was gay, from my earliest recollections of
being attracted to one sex over the other.  I didn't come out to my family
and friends until my late twenties for a number of reasons.  Sure, I had
experienced the typical boy to boy sexual experimenting and the juvenile
crushes on the hot guys in various classes at school, but I had never
experienced my first sexual relationship until my early twenties.  Yes, I
was a late bloomer as compared to today's standards.

      I had my 'year of the slut', as I refer to it, at about age
twenty-five.  I saw a lot, discovered a lot, felt a lot and learned a
lot...and learned a lot about myself.  One thing I learned was that casual
sex was not for me, I always felt lonelier and more incomplete after an
episode of casual sex than I had before it.  The highs of the casual
immediate sexual gratification and orgasm of the moment, didn't measure up
to the downs I felt afterward.  It was like I required more and more sex to
avoid and put off the depressions that I knew that I would feel afterwards,
and it just wasn't worth it to me any more.  I know some label it as sex
drive; I labeled it as sex addiction.
  For me sex is a completion of showing, and sharing with someone very
intimate and special to me, my deepest affection for them.

      I have been in three long term same sex relationships.  Two were not
the best desired experiences; but the last had been truly everything I had
ever dreamed of a loving monogamous relationship being.  I know it would
still be continuing today had it not been for my partner's untimely death.
We had even gone so far as to discussing adopting a child or two to
complete our love for one another and sharing it with a child or
children...one or two who had had a rough start in life and deserved a
loving new start on life.  A loving life that we wanted to give them and
share with them.

     Now looking over at Jorge, I wondered what his story was, why was he
lying here asleep on my sofa instead of in his own bed at home under his
parents' roof?  What could be so horrible that parents would tell a
beautiful child like this, at his tender age, to leave their home and never
come back?  What kind of 'loving' parents could ever do this?  What did the
immediate future hold in store for this young one?  How was he going to
cope with what it did hold in store for him?  I had the urge to reach over
and hold him so tight right now, but I didn't want to disturb him, so I
held back.

      Finishing off the mug of coffee, I arose quietly from the sofa and
went back into the kitchen to refill it.  I returned to the sofa and
reseated myself in the same position as before; I continued to watch this
angel sleep.  Taking another sip of the hot coffee and still watching, I
noticed signs that he was starting to wake from his deep slumber.  A leg
would jerk now and then; he was taking deeper breaths; the facial tics all
indicated he would soon be awake and my quiet time of viewing him would
soon be over. Then the big turnover and stretch happened.  His body lurched
and he rolled over on his back and stretched, his eyes remained closed, but
his eyelids appeared to flutter a little once in a while.  And he had the
infamous morning hard-on that most male humans are blessed with.  He laid
there a few more minutes in this position before finally awaking completely
to the new day.

      Grateful for the moments allotted to me, I absorbed every square inch
of him to memory, not knowing if I would ever have this opportunity
again. I was memorizing every sight; the cute face and its peaceful
expression with an almost Mona Lisa smile appearing; the smooth hairless,
firm and well proportioned body; the glorious little cock with the pink tip
of the head barely poking through the end of his dark brown foreskin and
the little piss slit just visible; the loose, very low hanging darker brown
shiny-skinned sack, showing off two perfectly formed marble sized balls
encased within.  I watched his little stiff dick jerk several times and his
ball sack appeared to tighten and relax a little with each spasm of his
dick.  I wondered if he was having a dry, due to his age, wet dream just
before waking.  It was so hard to restrain myself from taking advantage of
the situation and reaching over and feeling him, and touching his little
magnificence.  But I did.

      Ah, the inevitable moment arrived, his eyes fluttered open, his mouth
immediately formed into a broad open smile, and he took a deep breath.  My
boy angel had awakened.

      "Welcome to today lil dude."  I warmly greeted those mesmerizing eyes
with my smile.  "Did you sleep okay?"

      "Hi Derrick," He was beaming his incredible smile back to me, "I
slept great."  He started to change positions now to sit up.  He then
scooted across the sofa and gave me a big hug.  Catching me off guard for
such a response, I was nearly at a loss for words.

      "Well that's the nicest 'good morning' I think I have ever received."
I lightly kissed his forehead.  He turned and without hesitation planted a
light sweet kiss on my unshaven cheek.

      He looked at me in the eyes and asked, "How long have you been
sitting here watching me?"

      "Oh a few minutes I guess," So I lied, I didn't want him to think I
was taking advantage of a once in a lifetime experience.  I brushed back
the lock of hair hanging across his forehead with my hand.  "Hey, do you
feel like a little breakfast before we talk and get things going today?"

      "Yea, that'd be great."

      "What do you feel in the mood for?  I really am a pretty good cook.
I've got eggs that I can fix for you, there's cereal, there's some fresh
fruit, toast, waffles...what do you feel in the mood for?"

      "Can we have some scrambled eggs and waffles with syrup?  Those are
my favorites."

      "Sure, how about some bacon and orange juice to go with that?"

      "That sounds really great!"  Each of his replies was as full of
smiles as they could be.  I wondered if he awoke in this great of a mood
every day.

      "Okay, that's taken care of, the menu is set then."  I replied, "But
first I have to take a leak, the two mugs of coffee I have had this morning
want to be emptied, and right now."  I got up from the sofa, it was so hard
leaving this adorable angel's embrace, but nature was calling...no make
that, screaming.  I walked briskly down the hallway and was entering the
bathroom door as this little blur passed right next to me and rushed up to
the front of the toilet, raised the lid and seat, and aimed his little hard
dick at the water target.  He let go a torrent that I couldn't believe
possible from a boy of his size.  Well I sure didn't need to worry about
him and bedwetting it looked like.  He stood there every bit the image of
that famous Italian fountain statue, the one of the young boy standing nude
and pissing.

      "Sorry, Derrick, I just had to go right away, I didn't want to have
an accident."

      "That's okay lil dude, I can wait."

      "You don't have to wait; you can go now too if you want."

      I thought what the hell, why not?  I reached into the fly of my
boxers and brought out my relaxed cock and aimed it where his stream was
hitting the water's surface, and let go.  It sounded like Yosemite Falls,
the two torrents of pee hitting the water together.  I looked over at
Jorge's face and he was smiling up at me like we were sharing a very
special Kodak moment or something.  We both laughed.  When the streams came
to an end and all the last drops had been shaken off, Jorge reached over,
pressed the tank handle and flushed, and lowered the seat and lid.  That
had to have been one of the most enjoyable pisses I had ever taken.  We
both washed our hands and dried them on the hand towel, and headed back to
the kitchen.  As we passed the coffee table in the living room I grabbed
the tee shirt off the table and tossed it to him.  "Here, why don't you put
this on until we get cleaned up and dressed after breakfast?"

      Jorge caught it mid-air, looked at me quizzically and asked, "Aw, do
I have to?"

      "What do you mean, do you have to?  Are you a little nudist or
something?  No, you don't have to, but in case someone should come to the
door I would rather they see you with something covering up your body, than
a naked little boy running wild around my apartment, okay?"  I laughed so
he wouldn't think I was scolding him or worse.

      He gave into my answer and put the shirt on.  He looked so cute, the
tee shirt being about four or five sizes too large for him, he looked like
something out of a badly costumed Dickensonian based movie, the very
picture of a waif wearing a night shirt in the reform school.

      We went into the kitchen and he sat down at the small table I had
there. I started to prepare breakfast for the two of us according to the
decided upon menu.  Earlier I had made up my mind to not approach what
happened to him at his home last night with his parents, not until after we
had eaten at least, so he wouldn't get too upset and lose his appetite.  I
did however proceed to ask him some general questions, just to get to know
a little more about him.

      During the meal's preparations I really learned quite a lot about
him.  I learned that he is an only child; that his dad has a job in the
high tech industry that requires a lot of his time and doesn't allow him
much time at home; his mom is going back to college taking a full load of
courses during the day and is very active in volunteer work at night and
weekends and has little time at home; that Jorge spends most of his time at
school where he is a very good student, he likes school and receives good
grades; he doesn't have any real close friends; he loves computer games; he
likes sports, especially soccer and swimming.  His dad is of Cuban heritage
and his mom comes from a Mexican background; he is fluently bilingual in
English and Spanish; he was born and raised in Florida, but he likes
California better.  His favorite cartoons are Roadrunner and Wiley Coyote;
he is taking piano lessons and is a pretty good pianist for his age...his
teacher had told him so; and he really loves drawing and sketching things,
any thing. He likes sneaking cigarettes once in a while to smoke; he does
not like alcohol and says he would never in his life try any mind altering
drug.  He does swear on occasion when he feels a cuss word is fitting for
the moment; he knows some things about sex; and says he feels more
comfortable around adults than kids of his own age. Wow, this kid appears
to be every parent's dream, with a few imperfections to balance things out.

      Breakfast preparations were finished and the plates were placed on
the table.  He ate with very good table manners.  He was very complimentary
on the breakfast and ate all that was prepared for him.  I asked if he had
had enough or if he would like more of anything.  He said he was full and
he thanked me for fixing him breakfast, and again complimented me on the
food I had fixed for him.  He was such a rare jewel of a child in today's
world.  I was really getting hooked on this kid.  Looks, personality,
maturity, intellect, demeanor, courtesy, all at only age twelve...he was a
dream come true in my eyes and mind.

      I started clearing the dishes from the table, he got up and helped,
and we rinsed everything off and put it into the dishwasher.  He went over
and wiped down the table, just like he had been doing this all his life. It
felt so natural having this little helper at my side.

       With the kitchen all cleaned up and everything back in its place I
said, "Okay, it's shower time, it was hot last night and I think we could
both use a good shower to wash off the sweat from over night and get
ourselves presentable for the day ahead...what do you think?"

      "Yea, that sounds good"

      "You want to go first or do you want me to go first?"

      "You can go ahead and take yours first.  Can I watch some TV while
you are showering?"

      "Sure, here's the remote.  I'll be done in a little bit, and then
it's your turn.  I promise to leave you some hot water."  I smiled at him,
I handed him the remote, as he clicked the TV on I headed down the hall
toward the bathroom.

      After entering the bathroom, I turned on the radio that was on the
corner of the vanity counter, it was set to the local AM all news station,
it was just a habit of mine catching up on the news while I showered and
shaved. I got into the shower, turned on the water and adjusted the
temperature. Listening to the local news reports I got my whole body wet
and I started lathering off the night's sweat with the bar of soap.  After
soaping all over I rinsed off and then lathered up my beard.  I started
shaving off the stubble that had appeared overnight.  I had a small mirror
next to the shower head for just this purpose.  As I had half my face
shaved I saw in the mirror the tub's door being slid open and Jorge's head
poking in, before I knew it, he was there in the shower with me.  There was
nothing shy about this kid when it came to nudity or allowing strangers to
see him in that state.  There was that soft attention getting cough again.
I laughed and said, "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company in
my shower?"

      "I just wanted to shower with you was all."  He said this so
matter-of-factly.

     "Well, I am just about finished with mine, all I have to do is finish
shaving and I'm done."

      "Can I watch you shave?"

      "Sure, I guess, you're here aren't you?"

      "I'll go if you want me to and don't want me to watch." His tone
sounded a little dejected

      "No, that's okay, you're in here and wet already, and so what's the
difference?"  I chuckled back to him to let him know it was okay and to put
him at ease.

      He moved around to the front of me, avoiding the shower spray hitting
him in the face and looked up and watched me as I proceeded to finish the
remaining side of my face.

      "That looks so cool; I can't wait til I can do that too."  Was his
observation on my shaving.

      "You will soon enough, no need to rush things though, enjoy your
boyhood.  It goes by very quickly before you know it.  The next thing you
know you're an old geezer like me"

      "Derrick, you're not old."  He was so serious.

      "Thanks lil dude, you're sweet to say that."

      I felt his little arm brush across my relaxed cock as he reached for
the bar of soap, I didn't know if this had been intentional or accidental,
but it was enough to start the natural reaction.  I could feel my cock
starting to harden and spring into action again.  I thought, "Oh well, he
saw it in that condition already last night, so no big deal I guess."  It
continued to grow to its stiff full length, jutting up to its normal 45
degree angle.  I was in the process of washing and rinsing my face, so I
could not see what Jorge's reaction to it was, but I did feel several more
contacts between his arm and my cock.  No comments were made from him to me
as to what was going on.

      I finished rinsing my face of all the soap and looked down and saw
that he was lathering up his body with the bar of soap, and he had soap all
over his face with his eyes closed, his body was positioned so near mine
that it hadn't been just his arm coming into contact with my hard cock, but
other parts of his body also.  Now I was getting even harder just wondering
what those parts had been that were making the contact. I didn't know if
his having his eyes closed and brushing against my cock had been accidental
now, or a ploy on his part to make it appear so.  I did know by now he was
an extremely bright youngster and would not have been surprised if he had
planned things out that way.  It was appearing that he was a very sexually
aware kid.  I stood there and watched just out of curiosity to see what
would happen next.

      Then I saw what even I could see was an obvious intentional move on
his part, and I almost dropped from the shock of it.  The next brush by
with my cock came from his lips, it was like he was on radar or something,
with his eyes closed and soap still all over his face, his lips went right
for the tip of my cock, when contact was made he just slid them down the
side the full length of the shaft adjusting his head position to do so.
When his lips reached the base and my pubic hair he backed off and
continued to lather his body in yet unwashed areas.  I watched as he then
brought the bar of soap to his genital area, he rubbed it all around the
surrounding smooth area, and then lathered up his little cocklet, pulling
back the skin and thoroughly washing all around the glans, he gave his
shaft several good tugs then advancing on to his smooth loose low hanging
scrotum he got it nice and sudsy.  Bingo, his lips were brushing against
the tip of my cock again, again sliding down the side's full length.  Okay,
I thought, two can play this game.  As soon as his head pulled back from
the base my cock this time, I dropped the shampoo bottle and then bent down
to pick it up.  While I was bent over I firmly kissed the tip of his cock
and then slid my lips down the short full length of it to the smooth skin
at the base and then buried my nose into his loose low hanging ball sack
and moved slowly from side to side feeling the base of his scrotum resting
on my upper lip before pulling away and standing back up.  A very loud
giggled response followed immediately.

      He could play the sly fox just so far and then couldn't control
himself beyond that point.  He rushed to position himself underneath the
shower spray and rinsed off all the soap that was all over his body.  Once
sure all the soap was gone from his face he looked up into my face and
giggled again, much louder this time.  Then unexpectedly and boldly he just
reached over with one hand and wrapped it around the shaft of my cock as
far as his fingers could and firmly slid it up and down a several times
while reaching with his other hand and gently caressing and cradling my
scrotum massaging each ball as he did so.  The whole time he was just
looking up into my face and smiling from ear to ear his angelic smile.  I
have to admit, I didn't put a stop to it as quickly as I should have, his
touch to my cock and balls and his smile had all my senses on overload,
blocking out all thought processes.  I finally came to my senses after I
don't know how long.

      "Okay, lil dude I think game time is over for now.  I think we both
went a little too far with this game."  I said this with the warmest smile
I could muster to not make him afraid or sad from what we had both shared,
but to let him know we crossed boundaries that could pose some serious
problems.

      "I'm sorry Derrick."  He looked a little confused.  "I didn't mean to
make any trouble."

      "You don't have anything to be sorry for Jorge.  We just explored
with each other a little was all.  And it felt good for both of us. There
is nothing wrong with that.  It's just that most people in our culture
think we should each do it with someone nearer our own age. And some people
still think we shouldn't do it with someone of the same sex as ourselves
regardless of the ages involved.  That is their thinking and beliefs, and
our laws are written according to their beliefs right now.  There are other
cultures that believe there is nothing wrong with it, that it is a
completely normal experience if both people involved are comfortable with
it. We need to try to live according to laws of the culture we live in, so
no one gets hurt or in trouble."  I knew this explanation sounded pretty
adult for a twelve year old, but I already knew Jorge could intellectually
digest it.

      "I'd never want to get you or me in trouble Derrick."

      "I know that Jorge, but what we just did could get me many years in
prison if anyone ever found out.  I don't like asking you to keep secrets,
but this time I am going to ask you, if you will keep this a secret between
just you and me...if that's okay with you."

      "I promise Derrick I won't ever tell anyone.  You are my friend now
and I don't want you ever hurt or put in prison.  It's not fair."

I could see this subject was becoming a real downer and the water was
starting to run a little cooler temperature now, so I thought it best to
change the subject and atmosphere a little and real quickly.

       "Let's get out of this shower and get dried off and dressed, I think
we are both starting to look like prunes, well maybe in your case because
of your size, a raisin." I kidded with him.

      That brought a smile back to Jorge's face and a small giggle from
him.  I shut off the water, he pulled back the sliding door and he stepped
out of the shower followed by me.  I grabbed a towel and I handed one to
him. We both thoroughly dried off which didn't require much toweling in the
dry heat the weather was supplying.

      I handed him his shorts and shirt that had been folded and left on
the vanity counter from last night for him to dress in. I turned off the
radio and headed for the bedroom to get some clothes for myself.  It was
going to be another sweltering day today thanks to those damned Santa Anas,
so I pulled on a pair of lightweight walking shorts sans underwear so the
perspiration would evaporate faster and not just cling to my body, and an
even lighter weight polo style shirt.  I was slipping on my favorite pair
of sandals when Jorge walked into the room carrying my boxers and tee shirt
and the tee shirt he had been wearing this morning, I had forgotten and
left them in the bathroom.

      "I didn't know what you wanted to do with these so I brought them to
you."

      "Oh, thanks buddy. I'll just toss then into the hamper there next to
the closet door."

       Instead of handing them to me, he just walked over to the hamper,
lifted the lid and dropped them in.

      "Why thank you Jorge, you are too helpful and it's spoiling me"

      "I think we need to head out to the living room and have a little
talk now so we can start getting things straightened out for you about
going home."  I was dreading this discussion but knew the day was almost
half way through and we needed to get things rolling for him so he knew
where he was going to be and what he was going to be doing.  We needed to
get things ironed out as soon as possible to put his little mind at ease
and relieve any anxieties he was having. I had the gut feeling there were
many.

      "Okay Derrick."  Was his expressionless reply.  We left the bedroom
and started down the hall toward the living room.  As we approached the
bathroom I told him I needed to duck inside there real quick to put on some
deodorant, that I had forgotten to do so after the shower.  I went in and
noticed the shower and tub had been all wiped down, the towels were folded
and rehung on the towel bar, everything was sparkling, Wow, was I ever
impressed, this kid is a gem. I took the deodorant container off the shelf,
pulled the cap off the roll-on container and lifted my shirt and rolled a
couple of swipes under each arm.  I knew in this heat the way I perspired
so heavily that I wouldn't make it a couple of hours without a semi ripe
aroma starting to emanate from my armpits.  He watched and asked if he
could have some too.  I told him sure, knowing he would be in no need of it
for a couple of more years yet.  But why not just pleasure him a little.
He raised his shirt and I rolled it under those sweet hairless pits of his,
I wanted to kiss each one as I finished with it, I replaced the cap and set
it down on the shelf.  He beamed another smile as he sniffed each side, and
then dropped his shirt and we left the bathroom and finally made it into
the living room.

      I turned the 'tornado' fan on high; these apartments have no
air-conditioning because of our proximity to the beach and only
experiencing heat like today's just a handful count a year, the builders
didn't see the need for the expense of adding air-conditioning to the
building during construction.  You learned that to survive days like this
in these apartments, you just kept the shades and drapes closed for shade,
turned whatever fans you had on high and moved around as little as
possible.  A small sacrifice for all the other wonderful days of
comfortable mild temperatures this location provided.

      I asked Jorge if he wanted something cool to drink, that I was going
to get something for myself.  He decided on an iced tea and I settled for a
7up.  I filled two tall tumblers with ice and the selected beverages.
Bringing those back into the living room, I set them down on coasters on
the coffee table and went over to the stereo and turned it on.  It was
already preselected to an easy listening pop station and the volume was set
down low to accommodate a comfortable conversation level of speech.

      He sat at one end of the sofa and I sat at the other end.  I assumed
a comfortable position hoping he would ape my settling in for this
discussion and he did.

      "Well let's get right to the meat of the matter Jorge.  What happened
yesterday that your mom and dad told you to leave their house and to never
come back?  Start wherever you feel comfortable and just go from there.
Remember nothing you can say will upset me and I will still want to help
you work this out.  You trust me don't you?  So don't be afraid to tell me
the truth."  Whew, there it was all out on the table.  Now the ball is in
his court as they say.  I guess we'll just have to see where it goes from
here now.

     "You promise you won't stop liking me or being my friend if I tell
you?"  He looked really serious.

      "I promise Jorge, nothing could be that bad.  Trust me, I promise I
won't stop liking you or being your friend."

      "Okay, I believe you.  Well my mom and dad don't like the way I am.
They said that their son can't be like this, but I can't help it Derrick,
this is the way I am, I know it."  His voice had a slight quiver to it as
he was talking.  I knew this could not be easy for him.  But he was being a
trooper and was going to be strong I could see.

      "What are you Jorge?"

      "I'm gay Derrick."  There it was out; tears were starting to escape
from each eye.  I could see he was not going to let himself cry aloud.

      I had to comfort this kid, I could feel his hurt.  I moved over next
to him and put my arm around him and drew him next to me.

      "You are one very brave young man Jorge.  You have told your parents
what you feel inside and know about yourself.  And now, you have just
trusted me a new friend that you don't really know that well, with your
feelings that are hurting you so badly right now.  Do you know how old I
was before I could do what you are doing now? I was twenty seven years old
before I could tell anyone who I really am and how I really feel.  Man, I
give you credit, you may be only four foot ten inches tall and twelve years
old, but mister, you have the juevos and heart of an adult man standing ten
feet tall."  I was trying to instill a deep sense of pride into his spirit
to help ease the pain he was being overwhelmed with right now.  His tears
were letting up and his breathing became more regular.  We just sat there
for a few moments giving him time to calm down some before proceeding on.

      "Jorge you are a terrific kid, I have seen that already, and your
sexual identity does nothing whatsoever to remove any qualities from your
personal makeup.  If anything your courage as demonstrated right now and
your self awareness at your tender age just add to all that you have
already going for you.  I respect you more than many adults that I have
known for years and am proud to be your new friend."  I felt a deep sigh
from him as his body relaxed next to mine.

      "Any time you feel comfortable with continuing go on ahead you have
my trust and understanding I promise you."

      "My mom and dad's families taught them that maricones or mariposas
are bad men and boys; and are the same as dead family members to them.
They miss them but go on with their lives without them."

      "Jorge, your mom and dad can't really possibly believe that, not as
well educated as both of them are.  Not today with society's views on
sexuality changing for the better every day.  It's in all the media; it's
talked about on the streets, in homes, schools, churches and everywhere
now.  They can't possibly still believe that."

       "But they do Derrick, they do.  It's they way they were raised to
believe.  They do believe it."

      "Okay calm down Jorge, here's what we are going to do.  I want you to
give me your home phone number where I can reach your mom and dad.  Or
better yet do they have cell phones that they carry with them?  I want to
call and talk with them and see what we can do to work this out.  Will that
be okay with you?"

      "Yes, it's okay with me.  They both have cell phones."

      "Good, then you write down their numbers for me so I can call and
talk with them.  Let me get some paper and a pen for you."  I went to the
kitchen and picked up the note pad I had used earlier in the morning,
flipped the page over and handed it and the pen to Jorge.

      He started writing right away.

      "By the way lil dude, what's your last name?  I can't very well say
Jorge's mom or Jorge's dad I need to talk with you about Jorge, now can I?"

      He giggled for the first time since in the tub which now like seemed
hours ago.  That was a good sign.

      "My last name is Cruz."

      "That's great, that's a very fine surname.  Okay, let me call them
now so we can get this over with."

      I dialed the first number after the third ring I got the message,"
Hello, this is Maria Cruz. I can't speak with you right now please leave
your message and number and I will call you back."  The voice sounded
almost too cheery.

      "Hello Mrs. Cruz, my name is Derrick Collins. I'm calling regarding
your son Jorge.  It is urgent that I speak with you as soon as possible.
He is alright, it is just important that we talk.  I can be reached at..."
I left my number and closed the connection.

      "Let's see if I can get through to your dad, I'll try his number
now."
  I punched in the cell number and waited.  Two rings this time, and then
the message, "Hello, Juan Cruz here. Sorry I am in a meeting now.  Please
leave your message, name and number and I'll return your call A.S.A.P.,
thanks for your call."  I left the same message for his dad that I had left
on his mom's voice mail.

      I had left both of them my cell phone number in case for some reason
Jorge and I had to leave the apartment for some reason.  I wanted to make
sure that I talked with them as soon as possible and didn't miss their
calls.

      "Well Jorge all we can do right now is wait for their calls and then
see where we go from there.  Are you okay?"

      "Yea, Derrick, I'm okay.  It will probably a long time before they
call back though, it always is whenever I call them."

      "Wow, what if you needed them in an emergency?"

      "I have, and they still just call me back when they feel like it."

      "I tell you what, why don't we go into the study and I sit you down
at the computer, you can kill the time playing some of the computer games
while we are waiting on their calls, and I can make one more call.

       "Okay, that sounds cool."

      I led him into the study pulled out the chair in front of the
computer adjusted the chair and monitor for his height and showed him where
the games were.  He started playing a version of pinball and I went over
and turned on the 'tornado' fan in that room and then left to go to the
kitchen to make a couple more calls on the apartment phone line to keep the
cell phone line open for incoming calls.

      Once in the kitchen I refilled the tumbler with more ice and 7up, sat
down at the breakfast table and started to call my friend at social
services, Max.  Max and I went way back as friends; we attended the same
college together, and held down some of the same part time jobs for some of
the same employers.  After graduation we remained buddies. He got married
and they started a family, they were now up to three birth children and two
adopted children and two foster children. I got involved, then not involved
and wanted a family and had no children.  Max knew all about me being gay
and I knew all about him being bi.  Neither bit of information made any
difference to the other regarding our friendship.  Max was now the head of
his division at social services, and his division was the child welfare
department. He had jurisdiction over investigation and placement of all
juvenile wards of this geographical area.

      I got a hold of Max right away.  There was never a problem speaking
with Max, whenever I called he always took my calls immediately regardless
of whatever he was doing.  I explained the whole situation to him and he
said he saw no problems.  He said he would call and contact each of the
parents and get back to me.  He was sure he would get a much quicker
response from them than it sounded like I would.  He told me to hang tight,
to continue reassuring Jorge everything was going to be alright and for me
to stay near the phone.  He would call me back as soon as he heard from the
parents, what they had said, and what the next move would be.  He also
gently reminded me that Jorge was a minor in the eyes of California state
law and for me to be careful and smart and not do anything stupid.  I
assured him I would do all that he asked and we ended the conversation.

      I went into the study and walked up behind Jorge.  He was so
engrossed in the game that he was playing that he wasn't even aware that I
was in the room behind him.  I stood there for a few moments just watching
him before pulling his tried and true move of the phony cough to get his
attention.  He continued playing not losing his attention to the game.

      "Hi, did you make your call?"

      "Yes, I made my call to my friend who works for social services and
he is going to take care of things with your folks and then get back to us
after talking with them.  He said for you not to worry, that everything was
going to be alright."

      "Cool," was his only response.

      "I don't know about you but I'm a little hungry already and still a
little bit wiped out from being up so late last night...I kind of feel like
a light lunch and siesta, how about you?"

      "Yea that sounds good to me also."

      "Let's find something you can use for footwear so you don't burn the
soles of your feet outside, and we'll walk across the street to the
Tacoville and get some tacos or burritos and bring them back here to eat,
then we can stretch out on the chaises on the terrace and grab a short
nap."

      He shut down the computer and got up from the chair and followed me
into my bedroom.  I opened the closet door to see what we could find.  It
looked like the flip flops were the only thing he would be able to walk in
without stepping out of them or tripping over his own feet.  He stepped
into them and we both busted up laughing out loud.  They looked so
ridiculously large on his feet.  I told him to wait up, we had to complete
the picture, so I grabbed one of my baseball caps and tossed that on his
head backwards and found my comically oversized sunglasses and put those on
him.  I marched him out to the hall mirror so he could see what he looked
like.  Upon seeing his mirrored reflection he went into giggling hysterics.
And I followed his lead.  It had been a long time since I had giggled last.
Grown men don't find too much occasion for such an activity.

      I went back to the bedroom, grabbed my keys, the cell phone and
wallet and rejoined him in the hall.

      "Well are we ready for the general public to meet Mr. Hotstuff?"

      "Who's Mr. Hotstuff?"

      "You are silly lil dude."

      He laughed and I felt good that his spirits were higher now.  We
walked through the apartment and he got used to walking in the oversized
flip flops that they now posed no problem to him.  We opened the front door
and locked and closed it behind us.  We got several smiles of enjoyment
from some of the neighbors walking through the complex toward the entrance
gate.  Once on the sidewalk we walked down to the end of the block and
crossed the street to the Tacoville.  More smiles and laughter greeted us
upon entrance to the fast food restaurant.  He was taking all of this in
great stride and I was beaming with pride how he was conducting himself.
We waited our turn and when we got to the front of the counter we placed
our order. It was prepared and paid for in short order and we left and
headed back to the apartment.

      When we got inside the apartment we seated ourselves at the kitchen
table and spread out our take out picnic feast on the table and went to it.
We were both hungrier than we had thought we were, because after we
finished off all the fast food tacos and burritos, we attacked the fresh
fruit bowl that was on the table and made a good dent in its contents. We
both pushed back in our chairs at the same time and patted our stomachs
respectively.  Jorge got up first and started gathering the trash and put
it all into the trash can under the sink.

       I got up from the table and touched his shoulder and said, "How
about that siesta now?"

      "That sounds really good to me, I am kinda sleepy now."

      I grabbed the cell phone and the cordless apartment telephone also,
and headed down the hall, through the bedroom and out onto the terrace.  I
told him to choose which chaise he preferred and to go ahead stretch out.
He chose one and stretched out, I took the remaining one and did the
same. I closed my eyes and was just getting comfortable when there went
that angelic voice again.

      "Derrick, can anyone see us out here on this terrace?"

      "No, why do you ask?"

      "Cause it's so hot I was wondering if I could take off my shorts and
shirt so I can be cooler."

      "Sure if that will be more comfortable go for it, no one can see."

      "Thanks.  Why don't you too?"

      "Well you are right it would be a little cooler without these clothes
on in this heat.  Sure why not."

      I heard him rustling over on the lounge next to me removing his two
articles of clothing as I removed my shirt, shorts and kicked off my
sandals.  He was right it was cooler, well a little anyways.  I readjusted
my self on the lounge so I wasn't getting pinched in any vital locations.
And in no time I drifted off to sleep.

      The next thing I was aware of was the cell phone ringing.  I awoke to
find my chaise lounge was being shared with another smaller living body.
Even though it was still hotter than all hell out, sometime while I was
asleep, Jorge had sneaked over and stretched out on his side next to me and
draped his arm over my stomach and pillowed his head in the crick of my
arm.  He didn't awaken with the phone ringing or even my answering it.  He
was as sound asleep as I had been when he crawled in next to me without my
awakening.  The side where our bodies joined was sweaty and sticky just
from the perspiration of our sleep, he really had me pinned in next to the
arm of the chaise, it was all I could do to reach the phone and answer it.

      "Hello, oh, hi Max....yeah, they both did?  Good.  What did they say?
Really?  Damn!  How can they be that way?  Are you sure?  Damn it to hell
anyway.  The poor kid...yeah, of course I will. Yes, I realize what it
means and the responsibilities involved.  Max, he is a good kid, believe
me...he's worth it.  Okay, I'll wait until you get here then and we can
tell him together.  Max thanks a lot.  I mean it, thank you; this kid is
good, you won't be sorry handling this one I promise you.  Okay, I'll see
you around seven thirty then.  Thanks buddy, bye.

      Thank gawd Jorge remained asleep during the conversation. It wasn't
good news about him returning home, but I was hoping it would be acceptable
and good news for him regarding his future with me.  There were still
several hours to go before Max would be stopping by to meet and share the
news with Jorge.  And I was still very tired and I drifted off to sleep
again.

      I was awakened this time by a mischievous little finger tickling and
playing with my navel.  I regained my focus and saw those deep dark eyes
smiling down into mine.

      "Hey you. Whatcha doin' there?"

      Another loud giggle erupted from this frisky spirited kid.  His hand
was getting bolder now and was now tangling his fingers in my pubic hairs
and briefly rubbing against my now stiffening cock.  As I became more awake
I was aware of being stabbed in my side by his little raging hard-on, and
felt it being ground into my rib cage.  I let him go ahead but I made no
moves on my own to encourage more or to get a reaction from him.  He again
wrapped his hand around my cock as far as his fingers could surround it and
moved his head down close by it to get a close up view of what was going
on.

      "What's that?"

      "What's what?"

      "That." With that answered he took his index finger and ran it across
the tip of my cock and pulled it slowly away, dragging a thread of precum
with it.

      "That's what they call precum."

      "Why do they call it that?"

      "Because it oozes out to lubricate the penis for sex to make it more
comfortable and eventually to shoot out a load of cum."

      "Oh, cool.  How come I don't get any?"

      "Well you aren't matured physically yet, but you will be soon enough.
Don't worry; you will have your own soon enough. It will come with a lot of
other changes that you will be noticing too.  We'll cover all that at
another time." It looks like I could be the one to answer his questions on
development through puberty, and sex, and most other personal questions
from this time on.

      The next thing I knew he was taking the same index finger and getting
as much of the precum on his finger as he could and brought it up to his
nose.  He sniffed to smell it then brought it to his mouth and stuck out
his tongue and licked his finger to taste it.

      "Wow, I like the smell and taste of that."

      "You do?"  To say that I was amazed, surprised, and pleased would be
greatly underestimating what I was feeling at that moment.  To be continued

If you liked my story or have any remarks, please email me at
luvyngcks@hotmail.com.  Thanks, D.