Date: Fri, 04 May 2001 16:42:59
From: Ganymede
Subject: Pandora's Box XIX

Pandora's Box XIX, by Ganymede and Christopher.


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This chapter deals with the subject of circumcision. Readers
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advised not to read.


Pandora's Box XIX, by Ganymede and Christopher.


When I woke up I thought it was still in the middle of the
night. It was quiet and very dark, and for a while I could not
remember where I was. Perhaps it was a different smell, Steven's
masculine odor compared to my mother's perfume and body wash.
Perhaps it was the heat that encompassed me, contained me,
protected me during the long hours of night. Perhaps it was
simply a matter of lying in a different orientation, some
instinctive sense that told me I was facing a different direction
even though I was lying on my left side. It was the same side
that I usually slept on, except for those restless nights when I
rolled and twisted from side to side. Yet, like a homing pigeon,
I realized that I had been turned on end. What ever it was, it
sparked some inner memory that returned and startled me. My half-
awake state was suddenly interrupted and I jerked from my slumber
and jumped into consciousness.

"What's wrong, Chrissie?"

It was his voice, Steven's voice, again soft and gentle and
strangely like my mother's in that it was both endearing and very
reassuring. As surprising as hearing it in the first place, was
the realization that it came from just a few inches away. I
twisted over, breaking the moist hot contact of his hair-
roughened chest against my back. His groin, ever hot and
assertive, pressed with a sticky wetness against my buttocks. And
that other feeling, the feeling that was so memorable, of his
unyielding thickness, of his huge penis that was lodged up
between my thighs, all suddenly ended when I pulled away.

I remembered then, recalling in one shocking instant
everything that had happened. The sweetness of how it started,
the increasing passion until we could no longer control
ourselves. What happened was inevitable. We had coupled with
surprising ease in a penetration that was relatively painless. It
was followed in due course by shameless rutting that ended all
too soon. He had ejaculated a lot, the excess dribbling out while
his penis was still inside me. I remembered relaxing in post
orgasmic bliss, content at last. Above all, as I drifted off to
sleep, I treasured the euphoria of being joined with him in that
intimate way. I had taken his semen into my body, and I would
keep it there throughout the night.

"Nothing," I murmured happily.

I stifled a yawn, bringing my face into his side. His hands
stroked my flank, caressing tenderly from my shoulder to my hip,
curling his fingers over my upper buttock. Then back up again,
along my belly, to my chest, up to my neck. His other arm cradled
my head and his hand guided my head to turn and lift up. He
kissed me lovingly.

"Good morning, Chrissie," Steven whispered in my ear. He blew
across my ear gently, persistently, until I flipped at his nose
and he laughed.

"Is it really morning already?" I asked dreamily.

"Yes. I closed the curtains so you'd sleep longer, Sweetie,"
Steven explained.

I giggled when he licked my ear. Then he started to suck on my
ear lobe. If waking up was going to be like this every morning, I
would have to sleep with a pillow over my head. I grinned,
enjoying what he was doing despite my dislike for being tickled.
After a minute, I turned over onto my back.

"Okay, now that I've waken you up," Steven chuckled. "Are you
ready for some serious fun?"

"Maybe. Is it light already? What time is it?" I asked softly.

Steven brought his left hand closer to my face so that could
see his watch. It was a Rolex, one of those expensive watches
that you occasionally see in jewelry stores, but which I had
often seen in the advertisements in some of the magazines in the
salon.

"It's not even six o'clock yet," I said sleepily. "It's too
early. You're going to have to wait," I teased.

Steven laughed. He kissed me again, barely brushing my lips.
His breath was fresh and smelled like peppermint. Some time
recently he had brushed his teeth.

"It's about time for the sun to rise," he said. "Have you ever
seen a desert sunrise?"

"Me?" I giggled. "No, not yet. I've always gotten up too late.
Joel said it was pretty spectacular."

"Yes it is. And to think you don't even have to get out of bed
to see it," Steven chuckled. "But after the sun's up,...." He
left the rest of it to my imagination.

There was a panel in the wall with buttons and he reached up
with his free hand and stabbed at one of them. I heard the whir
of an electric motor and a moment later the curtains began to
open. The gray light of early morning spilled into the room from
floor to ceiling windows on three sides of the room. I had a
vague idea about sleeping in a glass house. Outside the room was
a garden paradise in the desert vernacular that I was becoming
used to seeing everywhere I went. There were huge cacti, enormous
rounded granite boulders, and water that cascaded down from an
artificial waterfall. On the right was a long wall that seemed to
go on and on forever, and beside the wall was a long swimming
pool. I remembered Mrs. Beaton talking about Steven's private
pool. In the distance, the sun was just beginning to rise over a
low mountain. The sky was already alight, glowing with the life
of a new day.

I glanced back at Steven. The sheet had pulled down to our
legs. He was naked. Compared to my slender small body, so smooth
and golden, he was huge and powerful and dark. From head to toe,
he was covered with a thick mat of black hair that I loved to
feel brushing against me. He was also aroused. His penis was
enormous, bloated and straining with prominent veins. Without a
doubt it was the most beautiful site I had ever seen, even if it
was just a bit frightening to look at because it was so big. What
I said next came without thinking.

"Did I ever tell you that I love your thing," I giggled
shamelessly.

"You mean my cock, Chrissie?"

I nodded, suddenly reduced to shyness. It was strange to hear
an adult say words that I had only heard from other boys in the
playground. My mother never called it a 'cock'. Bryce had used
that word when we talked about sex. Adults almost always used
words like 'thing' or 'weenie', unless they taught Health, in
which case they referred to the penis with measured clinical
precision that was still guaranteed to produce a giggle from
every one of the boys in my class.

"That's good, because my cock loves you. He also loves your
butt. I'm telling you that just in case you hadn't realized,
Chrissie."

I grinned, and Steven smiled, bringing his lips back to mine.
This time it was a shared kiss, still not sharing tongues but
using our lips the way lips were designed to be used. We kissed
for a long while, until I was breathless and very hard. Just
before the kiss ended, Steven squeezed my erection, and at the
same time, licked my nose. I giggled.

"Look," Steven said quietly.

The sun had broken over the mountain and its brilliant rays
were flooding the desert. I watched in amazement, until the light
came into our bedroom, illuminating our naked bodies with renewed
life. It took less than a minute from start to finish. I felt as
if I had been given a special gift, that the spectacle could
never be repeated in quite the same way again. The sunrise had
occurred just for us to enjoy.

"It's incredible," I said in awe.

"Isn't it?" Steven acknowledged. "I watch it every morning and
I still think it's a miracle. Just like you, Chrissie," he ended
lovingly.

"Huh?"

"No more huhs, remember?" he teased.

"Yeah, I know. If I have a question I have to ask it," I
grinned. "Okay, so what did you mean about a miracle and me?"

He smiled, not answering. "Today's the big day, Chrissie."

"You're really going to adopt me?" I asked nervously.

It was possible that I had dreamed the entire thing. It might
well have been a fantasy, except for the dull ache between my
buttocks that said that at least a part of what had happened
during the night was not a dream.

"Yes. It is what you want, isn't it?" he asked suddenly.

"Huh? Are you crazy? Of course it is," I said light-heartedly

I planted a wet kiss on his cheek, then on his lips, burrowing
my nose into his beard. I climbed on top of him, intuitively
understanding that there would be times when I could take the
initiative. He expected me not to be passive all the time. His
arms enclosed me, pulling me tightly against him, lifting my body
higher until our mouths could come together. I will never forget
being bathed in those first rays of sun, embraced by the man I
loved, kissing him with wanton desire. And I was only eleven
years old, and three weeks. Even more exciting was the knowledge
that in just a few hours I would become his son. Until then I was
his lover, and I intended to take advantage of every minute.

'You want to do it?" I asked awkwardly. I didn't want to say
'fuck', even though that was what 'it' was.

"If I do, Ted will cut my cock off and give it to Mrs. Beaton
to barbecue," Steven chuckled. "We're limited to once a day until
Ted gives you a clean bill of health, remember?"

"Yeah, but the last time we did it was yesterday," I laughed.
"And this is a whole new day. Besides I'm okay now. It didn't
bleed last night, and my butt wants to. Your cock wants to as
well."

"That's true. I've been hard since I woke up. Except I think
Ted meant over a twenty-four hour period. You know I want to as
well, Chrissie. There's nothing I would like more than to be
inside you again. However, I don't want to see you going into
hospital for surgery because I couldn't control myself. We'll
have to wait until tonight."

"Can we still do stuff?" I asked anxiously.

"Of course we can, just not that particular stuff." He smiled
at me. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"Uh huh. All the time."

"How about how much I love you?" Steven joked.

"That too. Except not today."

"I love you. Very, very much. But don't tell anyone because
it's a secret."

I grinned back at him. It was hardly a secret. I didn't know
any one who did not know that Steven and I loved each other. We
kissed again, not hungrily but with a deliberate need to be
exchange a token of our love and a kiss was the nicest way of
doing it. I was quickly beginning to learn what it was like to
not only love someone, but to experience the joys of living
together. I wondered how I would ever go back to sleeping by
myself. Of course, the amusing thought that suddenly came to me
was that it was unlikely that I would ever sleep alone, at least
while I was with Steven.

He broke the kiss off and began to work his way down my body,
pecking at my nipples, licking back and forth between them and
down to my navel, kissing my chin, and shoulders, nearly
everywhere, until I felt smothered with kisses and my entire body
was tingling. Despite what seemed to be haphazard, Steven was
really following a plan, albeit a wavering course that I hoped
would eventually lead to my genitals. When he reached my navel
for the tenth time there was no longer any doubt where he was
headed. A minute later his planted a wet long kiss right on the
end of my penis. He lingered there, nibbling my glans between his
lips, then slowly, ever so slowly, sank down on it. He kept his
lips tightly together, drooling saliva and using his tongue to
massage the part that was in his mouth.

Before long his lips were clamped around my penis at the very
base. It felt nice having my penis all the way inside his mouth.
He sucked hard, pulling against my flesh. Then, without warning,
his fingers poked at my testicles, bringing them into contact
with his lips. His mouth opened wider and that part of me was
suddenly subjected to an intense vacuum that sucked them inside
his mouth as well. All of it, that private, intensely sensitive
part of my body was inside his mouth.

I trembled and pushed up, unable to control myself. I was
uncertain of what was happening. I was aware only of one thing,
that his tongue was inflicting the most excruciating delight I
could imagine. That hard short part of my body, and the jelly-
bean sized contents of the softest part of my body, already
highly sensitive were being bathed, compressed, agitated, and
excited beyond my wildest imagination. His tongue was alive and
his energy surged into me, making my penis throb mercilessly.

I began to twitch and writhe underneath him, pushing at his
head with a vaguely understood awareness that if he didn't stop
in the near future I would pass out. His hand slipped underneath
me, pressing between my buttocks, a single finger lifting upward
into my crevice in the search for my opening. He found it,
pressed firmly, slid his finger into my love canal. I groaned and
did the only thing that I could do under the circumstances. I
pushed down onto him and levered his finger all the way inside
me. I groaned as it passed through, piercing straight and true
like a dagger into my rectum.

His penis, still fully erect bobbed a few inches away from my
face, invitingly, teasingly waving before me like a red rag to a
bull, well perhaps a red rag before a calf. I licked my lips,
barely able to control myself. I realized what was expected of
me. I knew what I wanted to do. I stretched up, reached out,
captured the thick long shaft in my hands and brought it down as
I opened my mouth. It was huge, silky soft, hard as steel,
slippery on the end, slightly tangy. I licked the swollen end
again and again until there was no taste left.

Steven shuddered and I opened my mouth as wide as possible and
prepared to imitate what he was doing to me. But already it was
too late. His mouth was no longer on my penis. He held it in his
hand, expertly using his fingers over the full, yet short length,
pulling the skin back and forth over the bulbed end and giving my
body pleasure that only an uncircumcised boy can appreciate. And
his mouth? His mouth had moved a few inches lower, sucking wetly,
noisily against my anus. I felt a thrill unlike anything else, a
deep down surge when his tongue penetrated into me. It was so
different to his penis going inside me that it was hard to
believe.

His tongue melted into me, or perhaps I melted around his
tongue. There was a feeling of spongy warmth, wet slippery
writhing flesh, sliding around my anus, pushing into me. Then
sucking, sucking where his semen had gone the night before. I
took as much of Steven's penis into my mouth as I could before I
gagged. It wasn't that I had suddenly remembered where it had
been and that it had not been washed. It filled my mouth and I
still had not gone halfway down. I could smell him, taste him,
even feel him with my tongue and lips. The crusty skin of his
penis where it penetrated my mouth was almost like sandpaper. It
was impossible that more of his penis could go inside my mouth,
yet something, instinct, intuition, told me that it was entirely
possible if I was prepared to give my best effort.

It was very difficult to concentrate, but if Taekwondo had
taught me anything, it was that I could do whatever I wanted to
do, if I tried very hard and practiced. I would not say that I
meditated to take more of his penis into me, but I certainly
concentrated. I inched down deliberately, cautiously taking a
little bit more each time before backing off to breath and relax
my jaws. It was obvious what had to happen. I had to put his
penis in my mouth rather than up against my cheek. I had to keep
it on top of my tongue, close to the roof of my mouth, and then
push until it was in my throat. I took a deep breath and
carefully aligned myself. I opened my mouth wide and forcefully
pushed, hoping I would not gag. It pushed against my tongue, then
the top of mouth, then into the far recesses of my mouth. It had
gone all the way back, as far as it could go. I stayed there,
feeling it plug my airway, realizing that my lips were very close
to where his pubic hair grew up his penis. Then I backed away.

"Oh, Chrissie," Steven groaned. "I can't believe you just did
that."

"Did you like it?" I asked as I wiped the excess saliva from
my lips.

"Did I ever? I've never been deep-throated by a boy before."

I giggled and tried to do it again, but my attention span
could not get beyond what he was doing with his tongue. It was as
far as it could get inside my anus by then, squirming, twisting,
wriggling around inside me until it was all that I could do not
to beg him to stop. And his hand moved relentlessly up and down
on my penis, jerking with a rhythm that varied between fast and
slow, but always working the skin back and forth over my glans
until I could barely stand it.

"Steven," I groaned between gasps. "Oh, that feels so good."

"Yes, I've noticed. I've never seen a boy carry on like you.
You have an advantage with this, it seems," Steven chuckled, as
he pulled my foreskin all the way and down. "That's what Ted said
too. Uncut boys are supposed to be a lot more sensitive."

Every time my glans popped through the loosened opening, I
twitched. If he did it quickly, again and again, I shuddered and
writhed uncontrollably. He seemed to take great pleasure in
seeing me like that, teetering on the brink of insanity, yet
unable to command him to stop. The more he did it, the wilder I
became.

I began to lose control, unable to do much else except lick
his penis and occasionally suck on the end. I began to shake,
shuddering uncontrollably as I felt the approach of familiar
sensations. It came in a frenzy, urgent and demanding, and unable
to stop or slow down even if I wanted to. I lunged at him,
pushing back and them humping his hand in a furious desire to see
it finished, to keep doing it as long as possible. I felt the
spasms begin, bursting from within me, searing my aching reddened
penis as I bucked against him, trying desperately to discharge
something, anything. I think some urine escaped as I strained
down and jerked against him.

Always, it was over too quickly. I wanted it to last forever.
It never lasted long enough. My head slumped into the pillow and
I closed my eyes. An amusing thought came to me that I should
have been seeing stars or flashes or something commensurate with
the quaking sensation that lingered inside me. Steven crouched
over me, still licking, still kissing, still caressing, but not
on my penis. He understood that was the last thing I wanted him
to do, at least for a while. I t was wonderful just lying there
as he demonstrated his love for me. I was being adored, honored,
and cherished. And all I could do was to smile weakly as I went
back to sleep again.



"Good morning, Chris."

That was what woke me up. That cheerful 'good-morning' call of
Mrs. Beaton. She had only just entered the bedroom. She carried a
large oiled-teak tray with legs. She placed it on the bottom of
the bed and went to the windows. The curtains had been closed
again, I presumed by Steven. She opened the curtains using a
button on the wall and came back to the bed.

"How did you sleep, Dear?"

"Um, okay,... I guess," I ventured.

She smiled disarmingly. "I'm surprised you slept at all."

"Huh?"

She laughed. "Your first time in Mr. Kaufman's room."

I reddened and wanted to crawl under the sheet.

"Don't mind me. You'll have to get used to having me around,
I'm afraid, Chris. Anyway, Mr. Sleepyhead, I thought you'd like
something to eat."

"I'm starving," I admitted with a grin.

'And so you should be. It's ten o'clock, you know."

"Oh. Ten o'clock? I guess I went back to sleep. I was awake at
six, you know. Steven and I watched the sunrise," I added
happily.

"It's a beautiful way to start the day, isn't it? Do you like
scrambled eggs?"

"Sure."

"Good. I made some with goat cheese. You mother wasn't sure
you'd like it. It's Steven favorite."

I sat up in the bed and the sheet dropped down to my thighs.
Hurriedly, I rearranged it to cover my groin. I don't think she
saw anything.

"Today's your big day, isn't it?"

I grinned. "Uh huh."

"You're a very lucky boy, Chris. I suppose you must be tired
of hearing that by now." Mrs. Beaton smiled. "Of course, in my
opinion, Steven is really the lucky one."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Oh! He's been up for hours. He's been very busy all morning,
Chris. There's such a lot for him to do."

She picked up the tray and positioned it over my legs, then
reached behind me to place a pillow behind my back. It was a bit
like being an invalid, or when my mother treated me to breakfast
in bed when I was sick.

"By the way, I brought in this for you," she said.

She handed me the diamond and gold ring that I had put in my
shorts for safe keeping. I glanced up at her, holding out my
hand. For a few seconds we both looked at it, lying on the palm
of my hand. Then, Mrs. Beaton smiled.

"With all those diamonds, it must be worth a lot of money,"
she said circumspectly. "I'm sure it's also very important to you
as well."

I nodded awkwardly, realizing that I had been rebuked for
leaving it outside. I felt my face flush as she glanced down
between the tray and my belly. The sheet barely covered my penis.
It was obvious that she was letting me know that she knew what
the ring was and why it had Steven's name on it.

"I hope you remember what I said yesterday afternoon," she
added after a moment.

"About?" I asked uncertainly. My face was getting hotter.

"I'm very understanding, Chris. I've been working for Mr.
Kaufman for a long while. I expect that there isn't much that I
haven't seen, including plenty of naked boys sleeping in this
very bed over the years. I expect boys to be boys, so there is
absolutely nothing for you to be ashamed about. I have a very
good idea about what happens in this room."

I shrugged. I knew I was not the first boy who had been in
Steven's suite, and I also understood that I would not be the
last. I didn't want to think about that.

"If you prefer I didn't come in until after you were dressed
or back in your own room, you just need to say so. Of course,
there's also nothing to be ashamed off staying right where you
are, either. It is your bed too after all. Heavens, just look at
the time," she said suddenly. "I'm standing here talking to you
and there is still such a lot to do."

"I can help," I offered.

"Well, I sure you'd be useful, but Mr. Kaufman said that you
should sleep in for as long as possible. If you do get up, you
probably should get dressed, or put on a swimming costume before
you go to the pool. Mr. Kaufman's mother arrived about thirty
minutes ago," she added.

"She came back?"

"Of course. She came all the way from Florida just to see the
adoption. She has really taken a liking to you."

"Oh." I grinned. I liked her too and not just because she gave
me her diamond studs.

"Now, if you want to go for a swim in the nude to wake you up,
you can go right outside," Mrs. Beaton added with a broad gesture
towards the long pool beyond the windows.

I nodded, thinking that a swim would be a nice way of waking
up every morning. And the pool was right outside the bedroom. I
decided I would do that after breakfast

"Now that you are really becoming part of the family, Chris, I
want you to make yourself right at home." She smiled generously.
"You've been just like a son to him these last few days, Chris,
but once he's adopted you, you will be his son. That makes you
very special. You'll be a part of the family. I want you to know
that it makes me very happy. I don't have any children of my own,
but if I had a son, I'd want him to be like you."

A moment later she was gone, closing the door behind her. I
sat there for a minute, thinking about what she had said. It was
hard to think of myself as being special. I had spent eleven
years thinking of myself as, well, as me. Nothing special.
Actually, I thought I was kind of dull compared to some boys I
knew at school. They were the boys who could do everything easier
and better than I could. I was the dweeb that had a grand total
of two friends, both of them also dweebs. Yet, in a day I had
been catapulted into an entirely new life, a life of movie stars
and Hollywood directors, and the rich and famous. As Steven's
son, that would be my life. I could not help but smile when I
thought of what Paul would say when I told him.

The breakfast tray was loaded with all sorts of good things to
eat. I tasted the scrambled eggs. The taste was very different to
anything my mother made, even when she put cheese in it. The goat
cheese gave it a distinctly different flavor, richer, tastier. I
liked it a lot. I finished it all before I tried anything else.
There was also a fruit bowl. I tasted some of the pineapple. I
have never had pineapple before that did not come out of a can.
This pineapple was such a bright yellow that it could be mistaken
for orange. It was sweet and juicy, and fresh. The strawberries
also tasted great, as good as any of the strawberries that my
mother and I had ever bought from the markets in Boston. And
finally, there were the slices of green stuff with tiny black
seeds. I had never tasted kiwi fruit before, and indeed, I would
not have recognized them but for the small piece of skin that was
still on one slice.I did not eat the two English muffins,
although I did manage a few bites of a banana before I gave up.

I wandered around Steven's suite, exploring while my breakfast
settled. I was constantly in awe. The first thing I noticed was
the polished bronze statue of a naked boy. He was sitting on a
rock, leaning over his leg to extract a thorn from his foot.
There was another statue in the bathroom, this one in marble that
I recognized it immediately, not only as a statue of Hadrian's
lover, Antinous, but as the same statue that was in one of the
scenes from Pandora's Box. There was a similar statue in the Fogg
Museum at Harvard. At that time, the boy who helped to rule
Ancient Rome was about twelve years old. At that age he still
possessed the body of a prepubescent boy. Like the scene from the
movie, the statue was both innocent and sensual at the same time.
It was easy to see what Steven liked. I grinned, momentarily
comparing myself to the marble boy, the boy who had captured the
heart of the emperor of Rome. I read the small inscription on the
base of the statue.

'Antinous, beloved of Hadrian, Emperor of Rome-from Ganymede
in appreciation and respect.'

I grinned and continued on my way around the suite. There were
also a few paintings and etchings which featured young boys in
various stages of undress. My favorite, and one that held my
attention the longest was an understated oil painting of a boy.
He reminded my of my cousin, David, yet the boy in the painting
had a charismatic quality and a curious smile. Then, the
realization came to me that I was looking at Steven when he was
about my age. He was very handsome, even then.

Finally, I opened the glass door and went out to the pool. It
was already very hot, but it was a dry heat that was very
different to the muggy, overwhelming heat of Cambridge during the
summer. If anything, the desert heat was energizing. I meandered
around the pool, wondering if it was really true that you drowned
if you went swimming sooner than thirty minutes after eating. The
pool looked very inviting.

At the far end, perhaps sixty or seventy feet from where I had
started, I dove into the turquoise water and began to swim
underwater. I held my breath, conserving my energy. I had a goal
of reaching the other end without coming to the surface, yet it
was highly unlikely. Further and further, following the blurry
black line on the bottom of the pool, not seeing the far wall
despite how much I peered into the water ahead. I gave it
everything I had, and then some. I struggled to stay submerged,
felt my lungs bursting, yet still I continued swimming
underwater. The far end loomed out of the blurred blueness before
my eyes, now only a matter of a few feet away. I started to angle
upward, still frog-swimming. I touched the wall just as my head
broke the surface. I gasped for air.

"That was some dive, Chrissie," Steven called out.

I turned in the direction of his voice. He was standing at the
bedroom door with Doctor Lehr. Still breathless, I climbed out of
the water and padded across the paving, dripping water. I grinned
at Steven, noticing his attentive eyes as he surveyed my naked
brown body. Doctor Lehr's eyes were also attentive, yet not so
invasive.

"You must have good lungs to do that," Doctor Lehr laughed. "I
assume you don't smoke."

I giggled and nodded.

"This is your big day today, isn't it?" Doctor Lehr said. I
nodded again. "Are you nervous?"

"A bit," I admitted. I glanced at Steven and he smiled back
with his reassuring smile.

"Ted wants to have a another look at you to make sure
everything is okay," he said. "Is that all right, Chrissie?"

"Yeah. It's okay," I answered. "I didn't bleed last night," I
added hastily.

"So Steven was telling me. That's a good sign. If the two of
you behave yourselves for the next few weeks, everything should
work out just right. Of course, you'll always be a bit loose
there, that comes with the territory, but you should have enough
muscle control to close up properly afterwards."

Doctor Lehr gestured for me to bend over and brace myself
against the desk. Expertly he knelt down behind me and placed his
hands on my cheeks, spreading them apart. I glanced over my
shoulder at Steven, slightly embarrassed but realizing that the
examination was just one of many examinations I would get in the
months and years to follow. It was being done for my sake and I
might as well start getting used to it.

"You're in great shape," Doctor Lehr acknowledged. "You're
lucky compared to most boys when they start out, Chris. The
fissure is nearly gone and the bruising you had there yesterday
is already turning brown. You'll have to be careful who sees you
naked. No one should see your butt from now on, and especially
someone who Steven hasn't told you is okay. A dark ring around
the anus is a sure sign that a boy has been indulging in a little
back door action. It's one of the side effects of having anal
sex."

"I'll make sure he keeps something on when he's on the beach,"
Steven said. "What about,... um,... should we cut back more?"

"I wouldn't if he was my boy, Steven. He's okay. It's probably
going to be tender there for the first few weeks. Just keep it
slow and gentle. You can go in deep, but don't do it hard, or too
fast."

"Okay, Doc," Steven said lightly.

"This is important, Chris. Don't forget that your job is to
tell him whenever it starts to hurt, once his penis is inside, of
course." He hesitated. "There is one thing that I do need to do
before too much longer."

"What's that, Ted?" Steven asked on my behalf.

"Hepatitis," Doctor Lehr said simply.

"Oh! I forgot. Yes, I guess you'd better do that. I want to
make it as safe for him as possible," Steven said. "Did you bring
it with you?"

Doctor Lehr nodded. He reached into his jacket pocket and
pulled out a plastic bag. My first reaction was to pull away when
I saw what was inside it. Steven placed his hand on my shoulder
and held me firmly.

"Chrissie, it's only one shot and it could keep you from
getting very sick."

Doctor Lehr nodded in agreement. "He's absolutely right. There
are germs that come from inside you. Every time you touch his
penis after you've had sex, there's a chance of getting sick.
It's especially important when you put it in your mouth after
it's been in your butt. You won't be the first boy to do that. I
think most boys do it sooner or later."

"I'm going to be worried about you until you've had the shot,"
Steven added.

"I guess," I ventured.

Doctor Lehr had already opened the bag and removed the syringe
and the plastic vial of medicine. I watched as he depressed the
plunger and carefully filled the syringe. He turned me around and
made me lay face down on the desk. I looked at the huge globe on
the wooden stand. The world was a huge place. It would be fun to
travel with Steven. I felt something cold and moist pressed onto
my right buttock.

"Okay, Chris, this is where you get to show how,....."

"Ouuuuuchhhhhhh," I squealed.

"Brave you can be," Doctor Lehr finished with a smirk of
success. "Oops, too late. I can do it again if you like?"

"Very funny," I said over my shoulder.

He gave me a playful slap on my rump to indicate that I could
straighten up. He placed his hands on my hips and turned me
around so that I faced towards him. He was still kneeling and now
he was staring at my penis and testicles.

"Perfect," he said admiringly. "Absolutely perfect. Could a
more perfect body ever be created, Steven?"

"Not that I've seen," Steven answered.

"Neither have I," Doctor Lehr said. "And I've seen quite a few
naked boys over the years."

"They ought to disbar you, or whatever they do to doctors when
they perv on their patients," Steven joked. He rubbed my shoulder
affectionately.

"It's really a pity to circumcise him," Doctor Lehr went on.
"It does serve a purpose, you know Steven. Our Jewish ancestors
had good reasons to circumcise their baby boys when they lived in
the desert and water was scarce. But today? When there is
increasing evidence that the foreskin increases sexual pleasure
and there's no support for any real medical benefits, one has to
wonder why it's still being done?"

"I've heard it all before, Ted," Steven interjected. "I'm not
sure that it needs to be done either, but it isn't something I
have any choice in. My mother is very traditional in some things,
and this is one of them."

"There is an alternative, Steven," Doctor Lehr suggested. "I
could do a partial removal, cut off maybe a quarter of an inch
from the end. That way he'd retain some benefit with losing all
of the feelings. I think it would probably fulfill the general
principle too," he added.

Steven thought for a moment. "No, it's all or nothing, Ted.
I've never been one to do things halfway, you know that." He
regarded me uncomfortably. "I guess I had better get back to
work. I've still got to talk to Peter about the location shoots
next week." He turned to me. "You remember Peter, don't you
Chrissie."

I nodded, wanting to rub my butt where the need had gone. "Uh
huh."

"He just arrived, well about thirty minutes ago. He came early
especially to see the adoption. He's taken quite a liking to you.
He and I have some planning to do. Two days from now, you and I
will be staying with him at Lou Durand's villa in the south of
France."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh! We'll be there on and off for at least two or three
months. I'm sure you'll love it there. It's a truly lovely place,
isn't it Ted?"

Doctor Lehr nodded. "I still have fond memories of having
dinner with you and David two years ago. We sat on the terrace,
right under the wisteria and got drunk on one of the finest red
wines I have ever had. It was a great holiday."

Steven smiled. "Unfortunately, this time I'll be very busy
doing the location shoots for 'A Serious Matter'."

"That's the title that Ganymede was originally considering for
'Platonic Love', wasn't it?"

"Yes. It's set for release at the end of next year. We're on a
fairly tight schedule. I wanted to get the locations shots and
the early scenes taken care of this summer. "

"You really are going to do it then?" Doctor Lehr asked in
surprise. "That's pretty outrageous, even for you Steven."

Steven laughed. "Not really. Peter has toned it down a lot,
Ted. You'd barely recognize the script from the original story."

"Toned it down? How?"

"Well for one thing, there's almost no sex. In fact, you see
very little of the boy. In the rewrite, it's mostly about the
man's search for his missing son and the changes in his life
along the way. There's a couple of scenes where you get the
impression the relationship is not quite what it should be, but
that's about it. There's some great innuendo."

"I'd expect that." Doctor Lehr chuckled. "What about? Um, the
unfortunate,... um,... operation at the Villa Castrati or
whatever it was called?" he asked.

"It's gone! Peter was never very happy with that part of the
story anyway. Carlos remains in all his evil grossness, but now
there's a lot more background that shows what happened to him
during the war. Peter did the same with the ex-wife. If anything
she's worse than in the story. She takes the boy away from his
father out of spite."

"It sounds like a new story," Doctor Lehr observed.

"It is, and it isn't. Peter did a wonderful job on the script.
He even moved the location from the Greek Islands and Rome to the
south of France and Sardinia. It's not quite as exotic, but it
gets the point across very nicely."

"Well, I know a lot of people who will be eager to see it."

Steven laughed. "I hope so. I'm doing it partly as a favor to
Peter because of the great work he did on Pandora's Box for me.
He should have gotten an Academy Award for Best Script."

"He wasn't the only one who deserved an Oscar," Doctor Lehr
said pointedly.

"Maybe. By the way, I have an idea that you'll be interested
in, Chrissie. I won't be able to spend a lot of time with you
during the day, but what I have in mind might help to keep you
from becoming too bored. Remember when you told me about your
idea, the one that won the creative writing award."

I grinned. "About the boy who wanted to change his destiny,
but even the changes he tried were predestined."

"Yes, that's the one, Chrissie. I've been thinking it would
make a good idea for a movie. I thought you might like to work
with Peter to develop it into a script."

I nodded eagerly. "Could I? You mean it? Really?"

"Absolutely. It'll be a lot of work, but I think you'll enjoy
working with him, Chrissie. Of course, I'll want you to come out
to quite a few of the location shoots with me."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

Steven laughed. "It's impossible to keep a secret around you,
isn't it, Chrissie? All you have to do is flutter those beautiful
blue eyes of yours and I'll tell you anything you want to know.
Okay, if you must know, I've been thinking about having you do
some acting. There's a part in the movie I think you're just
perfect for."

"Jason?" Doctor Lehr said suddenly. He beamed.

I looked at him curiously, trying to figure out what they were
talking about. Who was Jason? Was it possible that Steven had in
mind that I would act? The parts that I had played in school
plays were among my fondest memories. Even though I thought I was
not very good, my teachers disagreed. They said I was
outstanding.

"I had lined up a young actor from Canada for the part just in
case," Steven continued. "He's okay, but he really doesn't have
the flair or the face. Fortunately, the contract is cancelable
with a month's notice."

""Of course, the role would be perfect for Chris. Absolutely
perfect. He's the right age too." Doctor Lehr smiled. "Of course,
other than changing the color of his hair, there's going to be a
slight complication, Steven."

"What's that?"

"If I remember correctly, Jason wasn't circumcised."

"I'm not worried about that. There won't be any frontals, but
even if there were, Hollywood's special effects can easily take
care of small details like that. With what I have in mind no one
will know the difference." Steven grinned. "I'll tell you about
it later on, Ted."

"Who's Jason?" I finally managed to ask.

"Jason is a character in a long story, Chrissie," Steven said
with a guarded smile at Doctor Lehr. "We'll start reading the
original story together when we're in bed tonight." He grinned at
Ted. "Assuming he's ready to rock and roll?"

"He is," Doctor Lehr chuckled. "But just try to keep it to
once a day for the next week, just to make sure he's well and
truly used to it before you give him a real work out. And if he
says it's starting to hurt,..."

"I stop right away," Steven finished. He placed his arm around
my shoulder and gave me a hug. "Now, my future son, you had
better get dressed. There's someone waiting to talk to you in my
study, Chrissie."

"Who?" I asked.

Then, I remembered. How could I have possibly forgotten our
discussion from the night before? My real father was supposed to
arrive today. The father who I had never known. Without thinking
what it might mean to him, I grinned at Steven. He sighed and
shook his head slightly. Was it my imagination that there were
tears in the corners of his eyes?

"Go put some clothes on," he said uncomfortably.

I hurried off, going back through the dressing room door and
into my bedroom, trying to understand why he had turned cold all
of a sudden. The realization struck me as I was getting dressed
in a pair of my mother's red micro-briefs, some small, tight
shorts that I had not worn yet, and a 'red-hot chili' tee shirt.
I felt terrible. There was no question in my mind that Steven
felt the same way about me that I did about him. He did not want
to share me with anyone else. I was his boy, and I was about to
become his son. Despite that, and knowing that I was about to do
something that he obviously did not want me to do, the need to
meet my real father was over-powering. I finished getting dressed
and brushed my teeth and hair.

I was nearly out of the bedroom before I remembered what I had
not done. I ran back into Steven's room. The ring was still next
to the bed where Mrs. Beaton had left it. Quickly, I unfastened
the metal button, opened the zipper and dropped my shorts and
briefs to my knees. I placed the ring over my penis, thinking of
how excited I had been when Steven put it on the first time. It
was easy to get the first testicle through. I pulled most of my
scrotum through the ring and held it with the fingers of one hand
while I used the other hand to push my other testicle into place.
I moved it close to my groin, settling it into the furrow that
identified where my sex organs were attached. If felt good to
have it back on again. With it on, there was no longer any doubt
that I was Steven's boy. I pulled my briefs and shorts up again
and went to find Steven's private study.

Steven opened the door when I knocked. He took my hand and
held it for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, searching for
something. He seemed to find it. He smiled at me tenderly.

"You're a lot like him, Chrissie," he said softly. "I hadn't
realized how much. Now that I've met him, it explains a great
deal."

He drew me into the room and closed the door behind me. I
looked around the study, the only room in the entire house that I
had not been into, but which I really wanted to see. It was
'Steven' in every possible way. It was rugged and warm and
masculine. It was almost like an adventure with the haphazard
collection of maps and books that filled every corner and every
inch of wall space. And then there were the paintings and
etchings, for many of which I thought I recognized the artist.

"I do my best work in here," Steven explained with a broad
wave. "It's all here, Chrissie. The movie scripts, the shoots,
even the background materials. Mrs. Beaton calls it the 'war
room'. This is where I come to terms with my creative side. Only
about six other people have ever been in here."

I turned around, aware that someone was standing next to the
wall adjacent to the door I had entered through. He was wearing
black leather pants and a tight black shirt underneath a
glittering platinum-hued vest.

"Bryce?" I said nervously.

Bryce nodded. "You aren't surprised, are you Chris?"

I shrugged. It was confirmation of something that I had
suspected for a very long time, but which I had never voiced
aloud. For years! Many years! When had I first wondered if the
slim, overly handsome man was my father? When had I first
realized that my middle name was the same as his first name and
discovered the obvious implication for a boy who did not know who
his father was? When had I first noticed the same affectations,
the dainty way that he used his hands, the peculiar lilt in his
voice, the way he moved, almost dancing? When had I noticed the
similarities, not only in appearance and character, but in the
very way that we thought, moved, even talked. I was old enough to
walk, but not much older than that.

I could still remember the very first time I met him. It was a
strange yet persistent memory for a two-year-old boy. He had just
returned from California and he had come into the salon to say
hello. He had bounced me on his knee and cuddled me, and I sat
there giggling uncontrollably. After that, he was always looking
at me and I kept staring at him. He was staring at me again. I
shuffled fretfully. Was this the man I would grow up to be?

"I,... I don't know. I guess I always knew." I swallowed. My
throat was very dry.

"Are you disappointed?" Bryce asked off-handedly.

I wanted to say nothing. Either way, he would not like what I
said. I was not going to lie to him. He might be the father I
didn't want, but he was also a friend.

"Yes," I said quietly. "I suppose I am."

"That's okay, Chris. Do you mind if I ask why?"

I took a deep breath. I opened my heart and soul to him. "I
guess because I wanted you to be someone important, Bry. I used
to pretend you were someone from Harvard who my mother met and
fell in love with, and,.... I wanted you to be rich and powerful
and,... I invented all sorts of stories about you, that you did
secret work for the government and that's why men always stared
at me,... and,....."

I choked. Bryce smiled gently. We gazed at each other until
Steven coughed. I had forgotten he was still standing there
behind his huge desk.

"I'll leave you two alone, okay?" Steven offered. "You need to
start getting dressed in about an hour, Chrissie. The adoption
ceremony and the,... er,...your circumcision is at one p.m."

I glanced at him nervously. I wanted him to stay. I was not
certain why. I just felt more comfortable with him beside me. I
swallowed and tried to signal with my eyes and a careful flick of
my head that was supposed to convey 'no'. Instead, Steven winked
at me and headed for the door.

Bryce waited until the door closed again. "Well?" he said with
a long sigh. "Here we are. Face to face. I was dreading this, you
know Chris. I didn't want to come, but your mom insisted that it
was time you knew who I was."

"Why?" I asked meekly. "I mean why were you dreading it?"

"Because I knew you'd hate me."

"I don't hate you," I said quickly. "It's just,... well on top
of everything,.... So much has happened the last few days,...
and,..."

Bryce nodded. "You're right. A lot has happened, Chris. You've
taken a very big step in your life. Most people wouldn't
understand, but I do."

I nodded awkwardly. We both understood. Bryce smiled slightly.

"You've changed a lot since the last time I saw you, Chris."

"How?" I asked timidly.

"Well, for one thing, you've come out."

"Huh."

"Coming out,.... It's a term gays use to describe what it's
like when they acknowledge to the world who and what they are."

"You mean that they're gay?" I asked uncomfortably.

Bryce nodded. "You were beautiful the last time I saw you in
Cambridge. Now,.... Now you're stunning, Chris. I have never seen
a more beautiful boy. This is the real you. It's like looking at
myself except that you're a lot better looking. Actually, what I
should say it it's like looking at what I should have been like.
Instead, I was scared stiff of myself until I was fifteen. I
suppose that's only to be expected when I started out standing in
front of a glory hole in a toilet in the Boston Common."

"What's a glory hole?" I asked.

"You don't want to know," Bryce said seriously.

I smiled. "You said you'd tell me the next time you saw me."

Bryce clucked his tongue and shook his head. "Yes I did,
didn't I?" I nodded boldly. "You know when you go into the
toilets in Harvard Station?"

"Mom said I shouldn't use them," I said absently.

"I told her to tell you that. Do you know why?" he asked. I
shook my head.

"Because it's not safe for a boy like you to go in there. In
fact, it's probably not safe for any boy to use those toilets.
They get used a hell of a lot."

"Why?"

"Well,... There are holes in the partitions about this big,"
he explained.

He held the tip of his thumb to the tip of his first finger,
making an 'o'. Even though I was not supposed to use the toilets,
I had done so a couple of times. I had seen those holes. They
were in the last couple of cubicles. I had peeked through one
once, but all I saw was a man pulling up his trousers.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'll get to that," Bryce said.

"Are they 'glory holes'?"

"Yes. They're almost always at the same height, Chris." Bryce
held his hand out. He casually rubbed his extended thumb against
the bulge in his leather pants.

"You put your thing through it?" I asked awkwardly. Bryce
nodded briefly. "But why?"

Bryce smiled.

"Oh!" I giggled. "If there's someone on the other side,...
then,..."

"I think you get the picture. I lost my virginity like that,
Chris. I didn't even know enough to take something to use as a
lubricant. He used spit."

I shuddered. It stood to reason that what I had done on the
ship with Steven would hurt a lot without something to make it
slippery. Even with the stuff that Steven had used with me, it
still hurt.

"Did you bleed?" I asked apprehensively.

"Like a pig." Bryce chuckled. "I guess I had better be careful
with the pig references now you're about to become Jewish. But
yes, I bled. Did you?"

"Yeah. There was blood for the first couple of times," I
admitted. "I didn't the last time," I added confidently. "Doctor
Lehr, he's Steven's best friend, he checked me out just a while
ago. He said I was doing great."

Bryce nodded slowly. "You don't know how lucky you are to have
someone who really loves you, Chris. I was very lucky I didn't
catch AIDS. It was rampart when I was starting to come out. I
didn't use a rubber until I was nineteen or twenty. By then I
must have had a couple of dozen partners."

I stared at him. "A couple of dozen,... you mean you did it
with different people?" I asked in shock.

The very idea of having more than one lover was abhorrent to
me despite what had done with Joel and David.

"Yes. I didn't go the whole nine yards with all of them, but I
did do some things back then that were just plain dangerous.
That's probably the main reason why your mother agreed to this,
to you becoming Steven's son, and the rest of it. I've told her
what it was like growing up gay and she doesn't want that for
you."

I thought about it. Then, it struck me, the one thing that was
out of place. It was the one interesting thing that I learned in
Health class.

"But if you're gay, you had to,... have sex with my mom? So
doesn't that mean you aren't gay?"

Bryce laughed. "I'm gay as a goose, Chris. I'm not even one
percent bisexual. Hell, I've never even been close to a woman and
I never will."

"Then how did,... you know?"

"You were artificially inseminated," Bryce said with
amusement. He saw the confusion on my face. "It was your mom's
idea, actually. I jacked off into a meat baster."

"A meat baster?" I asked inquisitively. "I don't understand."

"You know. It's kind of like an eye dropper only it has a much
bigger tube. I did my sperm thing in the back of the salon and
then gave it to your mother. She did the rest. We didn't need to
have sex. In fact, as far as I know she was still a virgin when
you were born."

"But why?" I asked. Suddenly there were so many questions that
needed answers.

"Why? You mean why did she want to have a baby?" Bryce asked.
I nodded. "I don't know for sure, Chris. I do know your Aunt had
just had your cousin, what's his name?"

"David."

"Yes. I think your mother wanted a child too. Only for her, it
wasn't as much about keeping up with her sister as much as the
only way of getting away from her parents. She still lived at
home back then. They were pretty strict Catholics. They kept a
tight rein on her. She wanted to lead her own life."

I nodded. 'Strict' was an understatement. They interrogated me
about how often we went to Church every time we went to visit. I
was becoming an accomplished liar. My mother said it was none of
their business.

"Mom wanted a girl, didn't she?" I asked suddenly.

"Yes." Bryce smiled. He was being honest with me and I
appreciated it. "She hadn't even considered the possibility that
you would be a boy. You were supposed to be named 'Kristi
Brianna'. It was such a surprise to her that you had a dick and
balls." He laughed. "In fact, she was so disappointed that it was
me who came up with name 'Christopher Bryce'. Of course you don't
remember, but  you had to wear girl's clothes for the first six
months of your life. You know why?"

I shrugged. "Not really. I've always wondered if she was
disappointed in me. She's always saying stuff about me like I'm a
girl."

"She wanted a girl very badly. You know why she did, don't
you?"

"Uh uh." I shook my head slightly.

"Really?" Bryce asked. "You haven't figured it out yet?"

"Figured what out," I asked uneasily.

"You don't know about your mom and Lee?"

"What about Lee? She's my Taekwondo instructor and she has
dinner at our place a lot, but so what?"

"Your mom and Lee,... They're um,... well they're you
know,..."

"Huh?" I giggled. "Steven wants me to stop saying 'huh. If I
have a question I'm supposed to ask it."

"You know Lee stays over some nights, don't you?" Bryce said
suggestively. It sounded like he was changing the subject.

"Yeah."

"Where does she sleep?"

"In Mom's room," I answered naively.

"And?" Bryce prompted. "What do you think happens at night,
Chris?"

"I guess they go to sleep."

Bryce laughed. "Probably, but not for a while. They're
lesbians. You do know what a lesbian is, don't you?"

I reddened. Just about every boy I knew made jokes about
lesbians, even Paul. I knew what a lesbian was as well. I nodded
uncomfortably.

"Your mom loves Lee, Chris. They're lovers."

"But they're both women."

"So? That's what lesbians are. It's just like you and Steven.
You're a homosexual. It's the same with women. Only they do
things a bit differently because they don't have penises."

"Oh?"

Bryce laughed. "Speaking of you and Steven. What do you think
now you're done it a few times. Do you like being with him?"

"Yeah, it's nice. He makes me so happy, Bryce," I smirked. "It
isn't just about having sex, though," I added hastily. "I love
just being close to him. I could watch him for hours I think."

"It sounds like Steven has a love sick boy on his hands,"
Bryce laughed. "There's only one cure, you know, Chris?"

"What?"

"You have to make love to him as often as you can."

"I like that idea," I giggled. "Did you know he's going to
take me to Europe in a few days? We're staying at this villa in
the south of France until summer. He wants me to act in a movie."

"You're a movie star?" Bryce chuckled. "I always thought you
might be. It runs in the family, you know."

"It does?"

"Of course. I wanted to be an actor. That's one of the reasons
I went to California all those years ago. I was good, but I
wasn't what they wanted. I did a few bit-parts and then I ran out
of money. I ended up working in a salon. You're going to be the
success that I never was, Chris. You're a very lucky boy. You
have the whole world at your feet."

I thought about telling him about working on a movie script
with Peter. I was sure that my mother would tell him and I was
already learning how to detect the tone of envy. That was the
downside of the sudden change in my life.

"Chris,...."

"Yeah."

"I'm happy for you," Bryce said. "I really am. You're
everything I should have been."

"Thanks."

"He'll be a better father to you than I could ever be," Bryce
added. He choked on the last few words.

"Maybe. At least now I'll know who my real father is," I said
simply. "I hated not knowing."

"Even if I'm not rich and famous?"

"I don't care about that."

"Chris, you're destined for greatness. You'll go a long, long
way, I know you will."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't be here at all except for you," I said
quietly. "You are my real father."

"Yes. In a way. It was my sperm." Bryce sighed. "I brought you
a present. It's not a father-son kind of gift, but it's something
I thought might come in useful."

He picked up a small package from amongst the books on the
tale. He held it out. Up close, I could his eyes were red, the
same way that mine became when I was close to crying.

"It's not much," Bryce said apologetically. "I had it
specially made by a friend of mine. He's a fashion designer," he
added proudly.

I smirked at Bryce. The way he said 'fashion designer'
communicated more than a career.

"You like him, don't you?"

Bryce laughed. "You're certainly getting a sense for the gay
life, aren't you? Yes, I like him," he admitted.

Carefully, I unwrapped the gift. Under the paper was a small
white box. I opened the lid and parted the tissue paper. Inside
was a small piece of shiny black leather. I lifted it out. It was
very soft, more like satin than leather. I giggled. Bryce had
given me a pair of black leather briefs. It was more like a
bikini. It had silver buckles on the sides so that the leather
cords could be tightened to adjust the size. The pouch in front
was padded.

"Wow! This is really awesome," I giggled.

"You can try it on, if you want," Bryce said. "Of course, I'll
understand if you don't want to."

"No, it's okay," I said after a moment.

"Do you want me to turn around?" Bryce offered.

I shrugged. Bryce had never seen me naked, but if any person
had a right to, surely he did. Deftly, I unfastened the button
and zipper and, pretending to dance, I swayed my hips and pushed
at my shorts until they dropped down my legs. I stepped out of
them and kicked at them until they were a few feet away. I was
still wearing my briefs, bright red and barely enough to cover my
genitals. Bryce smiled on cue.

"You're a very sexy boy, Chris! You have such nice brown legs
too. I'm jealous."

I smirked at him. "I have nice brown everything," I giggled.
"I spent most of the first few days here in the nude."

"An all over tan?" Bryce simpered. "How sexy! Steven is very
lucky."

"You want to see?" I said teasingly.

It did not strike me at all as being odd that I was doing a
strip show for my father. He nodded.

This time I did not do my little dance. Instead, I kept my
eyes locked on his as I casually peeled away the red nylon and
worked it down my thighs. I did not stop at my knees. As soon as
my feet were free, I straightened up. My penis was as hard as
steel. It stuck straight out, pointing directly at Bryce. With
the ring becoming tighter and tighter, the veins were already
swelling and becoming more pronounced and my penis was rapidly
growing darker.

"Boy are you ever beautiful," Bryce said admiringly. "I'm not
into boys, but I could easily be converted for you."

I smirked, standing proudly, comfortably before him, enjoying
his attentive gaze. He was proud of me. I was proud of me. My
penis kept bobbing up and down.

"It looks like someone really loves you," he added. "That ring
must be worth a small fortune."

I glanced down, seeing the glistening gold and sparkling
diamonds. "It has Steven's name engraved on it," I said.



"You're even luckier than I said. I'm glad I convinced your
mom not to circumcise you," Bryce said. "I like the natural look
much more."

I swallowed. I would not have my foreskin for much longer.
"I'm going to be circumcised, you know. Later today."

"Yes, I know. Does it bother you?"

"I,... I want,... I,... I don't know. I guess not. Steven
wants it off. I'm kind of used to it this way. I don't know
anyone else who has it."

"I do," Bryce admitted. "That's why I wanted yours to stay
intact."

"Oh!"

"Well, put it on," Bryce laughed.

I grinned and stooped down to put my feet through the small
leg openings. I pulled it up carefully the tiny bikini. It did
not need any adjustment. The front was barely large enough to
cover my erection. Indeed, the tip of my penis poked insistently
into the top as if it was trying to escape. With the contoured
padding, my sex organs gained extra prominence. I smirked. I had
a much larger bulge.

Behind felt very strange. The bikini was shaped to cut into my
crack and define my buttocks. It felt like they were being parted
and cupped by two hands. It was not uncomfortable.

"You'll get used to it in a day or two," Bryce said. "I have
one just like it. In fact, I'm wearing it now."

I glanced quickly at him. The bulge in his leather pants was
very obvious, almost like it was advertising what was behind the
black leather.

"Does your's have the padding too?" I asked.

Bryce laughed. "I'm afraid so. You and I are built pretty much
alike in the cock and balls department. I guess that's one reason
why people say 'like father like son'. I'm always worried someone
is going to accuse me of false advertising or something."

We both laughed.

"So I'm never going to get very big down there?" I asked.

"Probably not. I'm a shade under five inches," Bryce replied.

Steven was a lot bigger than five inches. In fact, my cousin
David was already getting close to five inches. I was not worried
about it. I was happy with what I had.

"It's big enough to suck on, but that's about all. It's a good
thing I'm happy being a bottom because I wouldn't be much use on
top unless I was having sex with a boy."

He grinned and glanced at his watch. "Well, you had better go
get ready, Chris. Knowing your mom, she'll want to give you a
complete work over. I have to find out what I'm supposed to be
doing as well."

"Bryce?" I began awkwardly. I knew what I wanted to say to him.

"Yes Chris?"

"I'm really glad it's you." I smiled shyly.

"So am I." Bryce smiled back at me. "You know what else I'm
really glad about? I'm glad that you're with Steven. You have the
opportunity of a lifetime, Chris. You can achieve the things that
I could only dream about."

He walked towards me slowly, holding his hands out, He took my
hands in mine and gently pulled me closer to him, until our
fronts were nearly together. He gazed into my eyes, searching for
my soul. I blinked, but I gazed back at him. I saw myself. I
could not have been happier if I grew up to be like him.