Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2016 00:33:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Masseuses Son

Like most of my stories this too contains a few slim shreds of my
experience, but very slim. I do not know such a boy as described here nor
have I been with any such boy as described here. The concept of parents
allowing their son to be with a man has been lurking about in my brain for
some time so here it is. Indigo is patterned after a Russian boy model
named Miron Kaveh and specifically the images of him wearing either a blue
or a green hat. When looking for a boy from collection to represent Indigo,
Miron popped out like an unwanted hard-on. I hope he meets your
expectations. There is no sex at all in this chapter, a rarity for me. Get
over it.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I had been seeing this particular massage therapist for about 4 months. I
typically have had female therapists, not necessarily by choice but luck of
the draw so to speak. In the past I'd had a male massage therapist who beat
the shit out of me and although I didn't like it in the moment, I sure felt
better the next day. It was the same with Jinx.

My first few sessions with Jinx were hell as he worked on muscles that no
other massage therapist had worked on and which I hadn't known even
existed. I'm not even sure how that could happen but I've discovered over
the years that all massage therapists are not created equal. Or taught
equal for that matter.

So, two to three time a month Jinx beat the shit out of me. As it goes in
any hands on service Jinx and I ended up sharing things about our lives on
a more personal level. Hairdressers experience the same phenomenon. When
the personal space barrier is broken down so are inhibitions and that
encourages people to talk like magpies, and they do. Goddamn do they
ever. I'm a therapist of a different nature so I know how that works.

Over a period of 4 months I found out that Jinx has been married a couple
of times and between the two wives had 6 kids, 5 of whom were out on their
own and a recently minted 13 year old boy named Indigo. He learned that I
had been married once, had 4 grown kids and some grandkids, divorced before
the youngest was 5 and at 35 years old had come out of the closet. That was
after a 7 year relationship with a very lovely and gracious lady.

I learned that Jinx had gotten his name from flower children parents, one
of numerous things he's gotten from them, not all of them necessarily
positive, while my name came from who knew where. My name is Hunter and no,
I don't, hunt that is.

Massage wasn't Jinx's primary income. He and his wife owned an accounting
business which apparently did quite well. Massage was a way for him to
connect with people on an entirely different level, one which he enjoyed.

Like any parent that was proud of their offspring both Jinx and I regaled
each other with the lives of our children all of whom seemed to be moving
through life in a positive and upwardly mobile direction. As I said, I had
grandchildren, plural, both under the age of 3 years old. Jinx had none,
was fine with that, although his wife Olivia was clamoring for them.

Jinx reported that he and his wife and son did quite a bit of things
together, especially on weekend, and he and his son did plenty of things
together. It sounded as though they were pretty good buddies and that he
had a relationship with Indigo that paralleled the relationships of his
older children. His experience was not dissimilar to my own.

As with many people that I'm around, Jinx was aware that I was gay. It's
not like I just blurted it out or anything, it came about as normal
conversation, my having mentioned my partner in passing. Jinx had no
problem with that at all. As he said, there are plenty of gay people
working in massage both legitimate and il. He also said that being his
parents' child he'd had a more, expanded and open childhood than most
kids. At 14 he'd had a boyfriend, just to see what that was all about, and
while it had been plenty of fun, girls loomed large in his life by the time
he got his driver's license and he'd never looked back, the relationship
having only lasted a half year at the most.

"I don't regret a second of it Hunter. It was fun, exciting, a little
daring, and it gave me a much better perspective on people in general."
Shortly after that statement Jinx hit a hidden knot which caused me to
focus entirely on that.

So it was that Jinx and I became friends. It wasn't a "let's get together
on weekend's" kind of friendship but it wasn't far off from that. So it was
that Jinx presented me with a conundrum one evening while working on my
lower back.

"So, I got a pretty big shock the other day Hunter. I'd like to hear your
take on it." Jinx had bounced a variety of things off of me in the past
that he figured as a therapist I might be able to provide insight to.

"I happened to run across and email to Indigo on our computer. For whatever
reason he'd forgotten to log out. It was one of those, I'd love to meet you
blah blah blah kinds of things." Jinx stopped working for just a
moment. "It was from an adult male Hunter. I went back through the thread
and the gist of it is that he wants to have sex with my son and based on
what I read, Indigo wants to have sex with the guy."  Jinx went back to
working on me.

"So I confronted Indigo about it. I say confront but I was gentle and
didn't rant and rave. He explained, in tears I might add, that he was gay
and he wanted to experience sex. I suggested boys his own age and he was
adamantly against that."

"I can't dad. You don't understand," the boy had said. "I'll get labeled a
fag then I'll get bullied til I kill myself."

"Okay," Jinx said with a chuckle, "That was a bit dramatic but I knew my
son pretty well so I stayed calm."

The boy had gone on to say that same thing had happened to a couple of boys
he knew at school and their life was hell. One of them ended up
transferring to another school because of it. Indigo just couldn't take the
risk." Jinx was quiet for a moment as he worked another hidden knot,
telling me to breathe through it the knot finally released and I swear that
Jinx was as happy about that as I was.

"I suggested to Indigo that he might be going through a phase. At that
point I had never shared with him or my wife about my experience as a
teen. I didn't think that it was pertinent. I chose at that moment to tell
my son about it, how I felt at the time, and the whole nine yards."

"So you get it then dad," his boy had said with some excitement. Jinx
shared that he explained to Indigo that the situation was temporary for him
and that he'd eventually discovered girls.

"He's very positive that it isn't a phase Hunter," Jinx said. "He informed
me that he doesn't think about girls at all and in fact even thinking about
having sex with a girl makes him sick to his stomach. He says it's been
that way for at least 3 years, which means since he was 9 or 10. I didn't
think kids that young could figure that out but okay, I'm not gonna argue
with him." Jinx then asked my thoughts on it. I was more than willing to
provide them.

"So, it isn't unusual for boys his and even older to seek out adult men and
they do so for a variety of reasons Jinx, I said. "Indigo is quite correct
about the possibilities he might face at school if he were outed. But there
are other considerations. Boys seek out men because they want someone with
experience. They don't want to be with someone who is as inept as they feel
regarding sex. They think that a man will be more stable, be more
emotionally available, that a man isn't going to be as fickle as boys their
own age tend to be. The figure that a man will be gentle with them, teach
them slowly and above all not kiss and tell. A man will likely have his own
place as well so there wouldn't be parents or siblings hanging around
putting their noses into everything. I totally get where your boy is coming
from Jinx."

The massage was pretty much over with so as Jinx was working on my neck and
head with me face up on the table I said, "Look, when do you get off work
or do you have a break any time soon. I really don't want to just walk off
at this point so I'm thinking we can grab a cup of coffee at Starbucks or
something."

"Actually you're my last for the day so how about if I meet you over
there." I said that would be fine. Jinx left and I got dressed, my head
mulling over his problem. I had to decide how much to tell him about my own
experiences with boys as well as men who wanted to explore their sexuality
but were scared shitless for one reason or another. I got dressed,
straightened my hair out a bit then went out to wait for Jinx.

"So," I began as we sat down with coffee and some tasty little snacks,
"Where do things stand with your son now?"

"Well," Jinx said, "I got him to get rid of the guy that was emailing
him. I told Indigo that he should tell him that I read the email and had no
trouble reporting him to the police if he made contact again. Understand,
that I wouldn't likely do that especially since they guy lives a thousand
miles away although my boy thinks the threat is real. I just want the guy
scared off. Meanwhile I've asked him to curb his search for a while,
explained to him about predators and the like so I think he'll back off but
hell, he's my son. I tend to be fairly focused when I'm onto something and
you can read that as stubborn. I doubt that I'll be able to keep him in
check very long."

"You're probably very correct about that Jinx," I told him. I talked to him
about how single minded boys could be when it came to such things. I went
on to talk about predation and it's prevalence but I also explained that
not all men were predators regardless of what other's might say or
think. There are men out there who honor boys, want the best for a boy and
understand the word "no" and adhere to it but it's a crapshoot Jinx, you
don't have any way of knowing which way a guy might fall."

"Yeah, I don't know about that but predators is what worries me. I know
he's going to pursue it in some way or fashion. Do you really think that
there are men out there who would have Indigo's safety in mind?" I decided
to be honest with Jinx. Please understand that in telling him that I was
not offering myself up as the sacrificial lamb. I didn't have any interest
in taking Indigo on as a lover. It would just be too fucking weird from the
get go.

"Look, I want to be real honest with you Jinx. I value our friendship and I
trust you so let me say this. I have been privileged, and believe me I
don't use that word lightly, to have been able to guide some boys as well
as men along that path. The youngest was 16 years old, the oldest a 25 year
old. How I met them isn't important but they sought me out and trusted me
to do right by them, and I did. I moved at a pace that they were
comfortable with, helped them understand their sexuality and in the process
gave them experience and confidence. One of the things your son said was
that he didn't want to fumble about with another person. That is not an
uncommon statement."

"Aside from having been personally involved with guys, I've had more than a
few clients, both men and boys, who told me the same things that Indigo
told you about their fears and concerns. I've worked with boys who
purposely sought out older men, men in their 30's and 40's for all of those
reasons. It doesn't matter whether or not those fears are well founded or
not, they are fears and they're real to those who have them."

"And you're correct in believing that you might be able to curb your son in
the short term but trust me, where there's a will, and he has one, there's
a way, and he'll find one. What you have to hope is that Indigo chooses
well." Jinx just sat there listening intently and nodding his head.

"Thank you for trusting me with that information Hunter. It means a great
deal to me. I guess I believe and understand Indigo's reasoning. I just
don't know how it's all going to work out in everyone's benefit."

"You're right, you don't, but if you did then you'd be able to pick the
winning lotto numbers and then where would you be?" Jinx chuckled at that.

"So what does his mother think about all this?" My friend let out a huge
sigh.

"Freaked out of course. Worried sick, of course. But taking it calmly, at
this point. She hasn't talked to him about it but she's been more motherly,
more cuddly than usual. Indigo is aware that I talked to her about it but
he'd asked me to ask her not fucking bug him about it, in those exact
words. So, things are a little on egg shells. She's more than okay with his
being gay and he knows that we both love him beyond words so he's glad that
he's out in that respect and doesn't have to hide that. He's so comfortable
with it that he's added a poster of David Beckham in underwear on his
bedroom wall. Indigo has no interest in soccer by the way." It was my turn
to chuckle.

We continued to chat for a while then broke it up and went our separate
ways. I didn't give any more thought to Jinx or his son as I moved through
the next 2 weeks before having my next massage. Even as Jinx started to
work on me I wasn't thinking about my previous encounter with him or the
discussion that we'd had. Jinx was about 15 minutes into it and working
some knots in my lower back and causing a certain degree of pain in the
process. Just as it spiked and I groaned he said,

"Indigo would like to meet you?"

"What," I asked which was followed by, "WHAT!!!!" I started to roll over to
face him but Jinx gently held me in place, continuing to work on the
muscle.

"Breathe through it," he commanded, "let the muscle relax." I inhaled
deeply then exhaled loudly and Jinx said, "again," so I did. "There it
goes." He began working a little more tenderly.

"You did that on purpose," I accused him good naturedly.

"Indigo would like to meet you. I told him about you, what you'd said
although not about your experience in similar situations. He says you sound
pretty cool and since he doesn't know any gay people at all he'd like to
meet you." My heart had started thudding but settled down a little.

"So would this be a family meeting, or you and he and I or just Indigo and
me?" Jinx chuckled again.

"I think a family meeting might be nice and I would like you to meet my
wife sometime but no, just you and Indigo. He may well have questions that
I most likely don't want to hear about nor do I need to hear about any
responses that you might have. Besides I think he'd be more comfortable and
it's about Indigo, not me."

"Does your wife know about this?" Jinx said that she did although not about
the personal stuff.

"She thinks that it would be a good idea for Indigo to meet another gay
person and since I know you and trust you that makes it a no brainer." My
heart was beating a mile a minute again. I wanted to help the kid,
seriously, I did. And I wanted to help Jinx, I liked the man, but it was
all a little too personal for me at that point. To his credit Jinx didn't
pursue the topic but continued to work on me, moving up to do my shoulders
and neck while I continued to mull the idea over. As he finished up I'd
made my decision and when he said he'd meet me in the hall with water I
stopped him.

"Okay, I'll meet Indigo. How do you want to play it?"

"Let me think about it," he replied and stepped out of the room closing the
door behind him. I met Jinx in the hall, got my cup of water and we agreed
to meet on Saturday morning outside of a little restaurant close to my
house. We traded cell numbers in the event that something might alter the
plans. Nothing did and we met as planned.

Indigo was possibly the most beautiful boy I'd seen in ages. He was dressed
in a polo type shirt, dark blue with a green collar and a baseball cap of
the same color green. The cap highlighted amazingly large blue grey eyes
rimmed by thick lashes and from what I could see beneath his bangs, equally
thick brows. His hair, a dirty blonde with both high and low lights, fanned
out around the cap, flipping outward. Clearly it was long, grazing the
collar of the shirt, covering his ears and without the cap probably beyond
his eyes.

Indigo appeared to have an almost perfect face shape although the jaw was
just slightly squared, the tips aligned with his pointed cheek bones. His
nose was narrow and I didn't detect even a hint of freckles. The boys' face
was as smooth as a babe, not a blemish anywhere. He had an ever so slight
dimple at the point of his chin and above that were a set of pink lips that
were so immanently kissable that my heart skipped a beat.

Indigo stood about 5'6, a slender boy, he couldn't have weighed more than a
buck 15. The boy was totally model material, an almost perfect specimen of
a 13 year old boy. Jinx introduced us and his boy took my hand and shook it
gently.

"I am so glad to meet you Hunter," he said, his voice still the melodic
high pitch of boy his age. "My dad has told me a little bit about you."

"And you to me Indigo, the pleasure is mine." There wasn't much else to say
at the moment and Jinx jumped right in.

"I'll leave you two to talk. If you don't mind bringing him home, Indigo
can direct you to our house." I said that was fine. Indigo gave his father
a tight hug and I heard him whisper,

"Thank you daddy," before letting go. Jinx turned to me.

"Thank you Hunter. This means a lot to both his mother and to me." I could
detect a catch in his voice and I knew exactly how important it was. Indigo
and I watched his father get into his truck and back out before we faced
each other.

"I have so many questions to ask you Hunter," the adorable young thing said
by way of starting. "I don't even know where to start."

"Well how about we decide where to go. I don't mind standing in a parking
lot but..." The boy giggled. I loved his voice, I loved his laugh.

"Maybe we can just drive," he said, "for now." That statement had something
in it. I elected to drive so led him to my Sapphire blue 2014 Lexus RC
Coupe, which pretty much floored the boy.

"I love your car Hunter," he said, the glee evident in his voice. We got
in, buckled up and headed out. I thought I'd take a drive around the lake,
nice on a day like that day, maybe even find a place to park and chat.

"When did you know you were gay Hunter," the boy asked as soon as I got
into traffic. I explained that since I was little I always knew I was
different from other boys but didn't know how or why. It finally started
making sense when I was 11.

"Yeah, I was 10 when I figured it out. I guess it's easier now than when
you were a kid." He wanted to know what I did about it which was pretty
much what Indigo wanted although for me it just sort of happened, I wasn't
really looking. A friend of our family made the overtures when I was 12 and
I was more than willing and eager to go along with it. He gave me my first
blow job and his was the first cock that I'd sucked, the first time I'd had
cum in my mouth, a lot of those things. He didn't fuck me but I'd fucked
him and that was pretty much that.

"When did you first do stuff with boys?" I went on to tell Indigo that I
was almost 14 before I had sex with boys my own age. From there I went on
to learn everything about gay sex. I had been 14 when an older boy first
thrust his cock into my asshole. It had hurt, it had been fun, and the rest
was history.

"So you really do understand, huh?" I nodded my head.

"Yes, sure do. So how about you Indigo? Never done anything with anybody?"
The boy shook his head.

"Even though it's more acceptable now I'm still scared to death of trying
to do something with another boy and that's why I was emailing with Harry."
I asked if that was the male his dad found about. "Yeah, his name is Harry
Dickinson." I chuckled at that one and of course Indigo wanted to know why.

"Harry Dickinson is a typical nic for men who like boys. Harry dick in
son," I said spelling it out for him. Needless to say he was shocked.

"Gosh I'm so stupid," he said, meaning it. I patted his shoulder and said
it was an honest mistake and chances are that the man was a predator and
not really interested in Indigo's feelings or concerns.

"Yeah, I guess I can see that now. My dad said that you explained some
stuff to him about men that truly care for a boy and don't just want him
for sex." I nodded my head and went on to explain the basics of what I'd
told Jinx.

"Have you ever been with a boy, as a man I mean?" So here was the choice
point. Do I tell him or not and being the honest character that I am, I
chose to say yes. I explained to him the circumstances of 3 of my
encounters with underage boys, a little about the boys themselves, their
concerns, the fact that they approached me and not the other way
around. Indigo wanted to know if I'd ever been with a boy younger than that
and again, I chose to answer honestly.

He changed the topic then, saying how he was scared to do stuff because he
didn't know how to do anything. "I don't even know how to kiss the right
way or suck a cock or anything and I really don't want to look stupid to
another boy." I told him I understood his concerns, explained that was the
same kind of concern that the boys I'd been with had.

"Gosh Hunter, I'd say those boys were lucky to have you to teach them." His
sincerity was beyond question. I told him I was a better alternative than
plenty of other guys. We continued to drive around and talk while Indigo
pointed out men or boys that he thought were cute or attractive in some
other way. I basically agreed with him. He had a good eye. He said it was
way cool looking at guys with another guy and not having to worry about it.

"You're a pretty cool guy Hunter," Indigo said. "My dad said you were but I
don't always agree with him but this time he was right."

"Well for what it's worth your dad is pretty cool and I think his son is as
well." I swear the kid blushed but he did say thank you. We continued to
drive and continued to chat, getting to know each even more. I finally
found a place to park and did so and we got out and started to walk. After
about 5 minutes we plopped down on a concrete bench. It wasn't yet 10 in
the morning, the day promising to be warm but not hot.

We were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the day then Indigo spoke. "Would
you teach me Hunter," he said softly, "would you teach me about being a gay
boy?" To my credit I didn't let my shock and surprise show.

"Before you answer I need to tell you that I already talked to my dad and
mom about it just in case you and I hit it off. He said that if I decided
that you were someone I could be with he couldn't think of anyone he would
trust more. Sure, they're both worried about me but dad really likes you
and thinks you'd treat me like a boy should be treated." Indigo held up a
finger then went straight to his phone to text. He had no sooner set his
phone down when mine pinged. I opened my phone to a text from Jinx.

"My wife and I talked with Indigo for 2 hours last night. We want the best
for our son and we trust your judgement to honor and protect him. We hereby
give you our permission to allow him to stay the rest of the weekend with
you on the assumption that is something you both want. We do have the
expectation that you join us for dinner tomorrow night around 5. We both
promise not to quiz either him or you about any specifics about how the
weekend was spent. We wish you both all the best."

Not feeling any need or expectation to respond I closed the text window and
sighed heavily then turned to face the adorably cute young teen. "You have
to understand Indigo that this situation is very, very weird for
me. Knowing that your parents are aware that I might have sex with their
underage son is beyond strange, it's downright scary." To his credit the
boy didn't say a word, he just listened. His face didn't give up anything
either, not hope nor rejection. That meant a lot to me.

"I guess we should go to my house," I finally said and stood up. Indigo
went right into my arms and held me tightly and I held him back. It had
been some time since I'd been with a boy so young, a long time since I'd
held a smaller boy and it all felt very good to me. I sincerely empathized
with Indigo. I knew well his fears and concerns because I'd had them
too. Fortunately for me a man had approached me and I didn't have to do
anything but accept. I broke the hug and took Indigo's hand and we headed
back to my car like that. Before we got there however Indigo moved in close
to put an arm around my waist so I draped mine across his narrow
shoulders. People passing us smiled at the father and son closeness.

We pulled into my driveway 20 minutes later, the talk on the drive light
and non-directed. We were greeted by my Belgian Shephard Ajax who greeted
Indigo with a sniff of the crotch. I commanded him to sit, which he did,
then shake which he did by offering a paw. I commanded him to say hello and
he barked once, his tail wagging furiously on the garage floor. We went
into the house, leaving our shoes at the door and I offered Indigo
something to drink. He asked for water and I got one for myself.

"Do you have anything on your wish list Indigo?" The boy shook his head and
said not really. "Is there anything that you definitely want not to do?" I
expected him to say that he didn't want to get fucked but he surprised me
by saying no.

"Are you a little nervous Indigo," I asked him after a moments' silence. He
nodded his head, took his hat off and set it on the bar where we were
sitting. I got up and moved behind him, put my arms around his chest and
held him.

"It's perfectly normal and understandable Indigo. You're taking a pretty
big leap for anyone let alone a boy your age. How about this. How about if
I take the lead? I'll go slow and easy. If there's something you want to do
just do it, you don't need to ask permission. If there's something you
don't want to do just say so, okay?" Indigo nodded his head. I kissed him
gently on the cheek and then his neck causing him to giggle and scrunch his
head to that side.

"That was a hot spot Indigo," whispered, "here's another one." I gently
worked his small ear, blowing warm air into it and got a repeat of the
scrunching move but also a soft moan. Keeping my hand on his shoulder I
moved around to sit in my chair in front of him and scooted close to him. I
took both hands in mine and gently pulled him toward me while moving my own
head closer. Indigo knew what was coming, tilted his head. My lips grazed
his lightly and I backed off an inch then went back for more. I stayed
longer the second time and moved my mouth against Indigo's who responded as
best he could. When I backed away his blue grey eyes were closed a little
more.

"Wow," he said, that was nice."

"I'm glad you thought so, I sure did. But I think you need more practice."
I stood up, gently tugging his hand and led him to my sofa. I sat down and
directed Indigo to straddle my lap, which he did. I got him settle, his
arms draped across my shoulders and mine on his narrow waist.

"This position is lots of fun because it allows us to be close," I told
him. Indeed our faces were level at this point. "I love having you like
this..."

I let the sentence trail off as I moved a hand to the back of the boys'
head and pulled him to me. I tilted my head, Indigo tilted his and our
mouth met. This time we stayed there, mouths moving and as I opened mine so
did he. It soon because a wide open mouthed kiss. I gently probed his open
mouth with my tongue and Indigo responded immediately. I moved my hands to
his back, rubbed up and down it as we kissed.

Indigo started moaning softly. He moved his hands to my head and twined
them through my hair and seemed to pull me to him. I tugged his shirt up
and slipped my hands underneath to feel his warm soft skin for the first
time. Indigo moaned softly as I worked my hands up and down his back and
onto the waistband of his jeans. Indigo broke the kiss. He rested his head
on my shoulder.

"Gosh I can't believe how this feel," he whispered. His neck was right
there so I gently nuzzled him and got another moan and sigh and a snuggling
closer to me. I assured him that I knew. I moved my hands down to the hem
of his shirt and gently tugged it up. The youngling moved upright and
raised his arms to allow help me out and in moment the shirt was off and he
leaned back against me.

"You're so warm and soft," I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him and
held him to me. Indigo snuggled his head into my neck then kissed me there
and nuzzled much as I had done to him. My hands roamed up and down his back
down to and inside the waistband of his jeans to feel the elastic strap of
his underwear.

"I'm really hard Hunter," he said softly. I asked if he was getting
uncomfortable and he nodded his head into me.

"Then let's get you comfortable," I said. He got off my lap and started to
undo his jeans but I stopped. "I love unwrapping a boy," I said and moved
to the edge of the sofa and reached for his belt buckle. In doing so I took
in his exposed torso. He was still a young teen so there wasn't a lot of
muscle or deep definition but all the right creases and crevices were where
they should be. I got him unbuckled, unsnapped and unzipped then gently
lowered his jeans, keeping his underwear in place.

Indigo was wearing a pair of cotton trunk briefs that were turquoise with a
red blue trim on the legs and the waistband. The body had a pattern of
cartoon like dinosaurs. His young boner was at full stand, tenting the
garment appreciatively as did the bulge of his balls at the bottom. As he
lifted his feet to get the legs off I saw that his lower belly was nicely
defined, the arc of his hips to pubic bone very much in evidence.

I leaned forward and captured the end of his cock with my mouth and blew
hot air onto it causing him to moan. When I leaned back, Indigo asked if he
could unwrap me, using those exact words. My answer was to stand before the
boy. Indigo lifted my shirt off then went for the snap of my jeans since
there was no belt to deal with.

"God Hunter you feel big, and so hard," he whispered as he worked at the
buttons of my 501's. Once done he gently tugged them down to reveal a pair
of American Eagle Brazilian trunks in pink with black trim and black eagles
on the wing. "Isn't that kind of daring, wearing pink underwear?"

"Not really, nobody sees em." He allowed as they were cool and he might
consider buying some. When my jeans were off he just stared at my body then
let his finger trail over the tattoo that started at both elbows and worked
up onto my shoulders and down into my pecs.

"That's a way cool tattoo," he said. The boy then all but stared at my hard
cock straining at the front of my underwear. "You look huge Hunter," he
said in a hushed voice. I leaned in and kissed him then took his hand and
led him out of the room and down the hall to my bedroom.

I pulled the covers back and bade him climb, which he did, giving my first
view of his almost uncovered tiny butt. God it was to die for. I was right
behind him and as soon as I tugged the sheet up to cover us we came
together. We didn't kiss right away but simply held each other, our faces
inches apart.

"You are such a beautiful boy Indigo," I said softly. "I can't begin to
tell you how honored I am that you've chosen me to lead you, to teach and
mentor you. I do not and will not take that lightly." Saying those words to
a boy was very emotional for me because I believed them with every fiber of
my being. Indigo reached up and gently rubbed my face.

"I was almost positive that you would be my choice almost from the first
time my dad spoke of you Hunter, before he found the email. The way he
described you, not how you look but how you were, I knew that you could be
the man that I needed even though I didn't know you were gay. Then when he
told my mom and me about what you had said about why boys looked for a man
to be with, I knew in my heart that it would be you. I'm glad to know that
I was right about that."

"Me too baby boy, me too."

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