Part two in the saga of Danny and Ethan. Who knows what could happen? Don't think I need to repeat the whole legal thing, but I will mention Nifty again and suggest you give them even a buck or two. I'm sure they'd appreciate any help at all, and let's face it, they offer us a haven here. Finally, as always, I write this stuff for your entertainment. I don't get paid except by your appreciation, so if you did indeed appreciate it, please let me know at rwxxx13@yahoo.com

Chapter Two

Another shopping trip got me a small table to set my coffee on outside the door. I'd noticed a need for it that morning. I also got new drapes for the bedroom. I wasn't sure if the ones in there had been left by the last tenant or supplied by the condo association, but they were basically blackout curtains, and I didn't want that much coverage.

I'd had a vision while I was at the store of young Ethan outside my window in the morning, staring in at me as I slept, me with morning wood on display. I got hard just thinking about it and walked around WalMart holding that table in a strategic position. Anyway, the new sheer curtains would provide the image of propriety while leaving me exposed to a determined viewer. Of course, I didn't have the slightest idea that something like that would ever happen, but like I said, the thought excited me.

After returning, I got back to work on all the boxes. This time, however, I wasn't doing much unpacking. It occurred to me that if this happened, and my young neighbor was going to be able to help me unpack, then the more things he had to unpack, the longer he'd be staying. So in actuality, I ended up repacking a few boxes. The only thing I wanted fully unpacked and set up was my office stuff, or at least those things I'd need to work. I wasn't really behind on anything, as I'd slotted time for this move, but it made a great excuse and I needed to be working while Ethan was around to prove the need for his presence in the first place.

At four I went in and took another shower. I loved this new shower. It was nice and big and modern, with a fancy showerhead and different buttons and a temperature gauge. The best part was that it was directly opposite a section of wall which featured a floor to ceiling mirror. I've always loved watching myself naked, and my bouncing erection was proof of that.

At twenty-five I wasn't in quite the shape I'd been at twenty, but I was still hanging in there. I was five foot nine, about a hundred and fifty-five pounds. Still lean and mean, although my belly was starting to round just very slightly. It was nothing a couple of weeks in a gym wouldn't fix. Assuming I got myself to a gym.

I've never been a hairy guy, with my only body hair being the trail of hair leading from my naval to my pubic bush. I've got light brown hair, which I keep pretty short. My cock is a respectable six inches. A bit on the thicker side, and I've got a nice set of balls hanging below. I'm circumcised, which is okay with me, as I've never known anything else. I hear there's a loss of sensation if you've been cut, but I find that hard to believe, considering how sensitive it can be down there. I squeezed my dick as I wondered whether or not Ethan might be cut. I knew I wouldn't really care one way or the other, if I was ever to get an answer to that question.

Twenty minutes later, dressed now in another, much newer, pair of jogging shorts and a plain, black t-shirt, I heard a light knocking at my door. Heart suddenly thumping in my chest, I took a deep breath, striving for casual.

I opened the door to find a grinning Ethan. He was dressed the same as he'd been that morning, minus the jeans jacket. The too small t-shirt underneath was pink and featured a little kid cartoon version of Deadpool astride a unicorn, apparently jumping over a rainbow with little puffy clouds on each end.

“Cool shirt,” I said.

His eyes lit up. “Thanks! It's super cool.”

“Very,” I said, wondering if he'd seen the movie. It was a pretty intense movie for a twelve-year-old, I thought. Assuming he was twelve. Still, intense for whatever age he was.

“My mom is working,” he said, “but I talked to her and she said it's okay. She just wants to talk to you first. Is that okay?” He held up his phone, an iPhone with a sparkly pink cover.

“Sure,” I said. “I'll be happy to talk to her.”

He quickly dialed and then held it to his ear. After a moment he said, “Mom? I'm here with Danny.” A pause. “No, I'm still outside.” Another pause. “I said I would.” And another. “I promise, okay?” He nodded, then, “Okay, here he is,” and he held out his phone to me.

I took it while very softly asking him, “What's your mom's name?”

“Debbie,” he told me.

“Debbie?” I asked. “I'm your new neighbor, Danny Harkins.”

“Debbie Bradley,” she said to me. “Ethan tells me you want to hire him.”

“Honestly, I just thought it might be nice for him to earn a little walking around money. I know I always wanted to when I was a kid. It really would be helpful though. I have a lot of work to do.”

We spent a few minutes talking. I told her about programming, she told me she was a nurse. She'd gotten stuck working a double shift, which was pretty common she told me, after she'd warmed to me a bit. I understood it was a sign of her trust. You don't tell strangers that you often leave your young kid alone until after 11pm on a school night.

I assured her I wasn't a serial killer, and even volunteered to check in on Ethan on nights when she had to pull a double. She seemed genuinely grateful. Her husband, Ethan's father, had died three years earlier, and the two of them were coping the best they could. They could only afford to live in the condo because it was owned by her father-in-law, who rented it to her for just enough to handle the fees and utilities.

Ethan grew a bit bored as we talked, and went to the railing, looking out over the water. He even had a girlish way of standing. I fantasized about running my hand up along the inside of his thigh, up underneath his skirt, and exploring what I might find up there. A boy in a skirt. I couldn't believe this was turning me on.

Finally Debbie said, “Well, as long as you promise not to chop up his body and put it in a freezer, I suppose it's okay.”

“Actually, I've got one of those Coleman coolers,” I joked. “A freezer would be way too awkward to move.”

Ethan turned and raised an eyebrow at that, seeming to have an idea what we were talking about. I said my goodbyes to his mother and hung up the phone, handing it back to him.

“Looks like it's just you and me, kid,” I said. I stepped back and opened the door, waving him forward grandly. “M'lord,” I said.

He curtsied, giggled, and then entered my lair.

*

I can't believe I said lair. How oddly dramatic. I offered Ethan a drink, and he took apple juice over the Mountain Dew I thought he'd choose. Then I made a play of going to my office and pretending to get back to work. I'd instructed him to just concentrate on moving boxes around based on their labels. Bedroom and clothes of course went to the bedroom, bathroom and vanity to the bathroom, etc.

After about ten minutes I realized it was too quiet. I went out to the living room to find Ethan bent over a box. His little skirt was pretty short, but of course the leggings covered anything I might have spotted. “I've got an Alexa in one of these boxes,” I told him. “If you find it we can get some music going in here.”

So we started searching for Alexa. In the meantime, I slowly got to know Ethan. He was indeed twelve, and was about to finish sixth grade in May. He told me he was a Scorpio, and followed that up with his opinion that astrology was pretty dumb. We agreed.

He talked a little about his dad, but just the facts and I could tell it was still a painful subject. Cancer had taken him, and he had lingered awhile with it. He really loved and admired his mother, which I liked. After a bit of unsuccessful searching, Ethan turned to me with a serious look.

“Danny?”

“Yeah?” I asked, sitting down a few feet away and giving him my attention.

He sat as well and I fought to keep my eyes from straying up his skirt. “You haven't said anything.”

“About what?” I asked, although I had an idea.

“About how I dress,” he said.

“I said you had a cool shirt,” I reminded him.

“True,” he said thoughtfully. Then, “Most people say something.”

“Did you want me to say something?” I asked.

He gave a small shrug. “I don't know. Just usually people say stuff.”

I took a thoughtful pause. “Like, mean stuff?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” he allowed, not meeting my eyes. He scratched at his leg, and I noticed for the first time that his short nails were painted pink.

“Like... your leggings clash with your sneakers?” I ventured.

He snapped a look at me, a bit shocked, and then burst into decidedly girlish laughter. “You're weird,” he said.

I grunted. “You're the one wearing the zebra shoes,” I said.

He gave me a grin. Subject broached and apparently dealt with to his satisfaction, he went back to looking through boxes. We found Alexa a few minutes later in a box marked 'Misc', which was completely unhelpful when I thought about it.

We got the machine up and running and Ethan chose random pop music, which I mostly tried to ignore as I went back to working.

At seven o'clock, I once again talked to Debbie, and explained that I was ordering pizza and would love it if Ethan could help me with it, as a reward for his great work. She agreed and the boy and I sat in my living room, which sported a significantly smaller number of boxes by then.

Finally, I said good-night to Ethan, who assured me he'd be fine on his own until his mom got home. I did manage to get a promise out of him to come back the next day. Then I gathered up our paper plates, cleaned up a bit and did some more work before watching a bit of television and finally getting ready for bed.

A quick step outside onto the walkway after brushing my teeth showed that my sheer curtains, pulled closed as was only proper, showed my bed clearly with the light from the bathroom shining on it. Back in my bedroom I stripped completely and made a few casual sweeps through the house. When I got hard I realized that my casual wandering didn't seem all that casual anymore, so I turned off the lights and slipped into bed.

My alarm woke me at nine. I'd thought about it the night before and decided that I wouldn't get up and wait for Ethan with my coffee this morning. The idea of those sheer curtains was too tempting for me. So I waited, stretched out naked in my bed, my eyes bare slits, watching the full length mirror I'd mounted on the wall opposite me, which would give me a perfect view of the window above and behind me.

However, within a minute my cock was throbbing almost painfully. I worried about the kid seeing me like that. I was fine with him seeing my penis, but not all hard and scary looking. I wanted to seduce him a bit, not frighten him. I had no idea of his amount of sexual knowledge or his level of sexual awareness.

Rethinking my plan, I pulled up my sheet so that my right leg and naked hip were exposed, but my cock was covered. I examined my image in the mirror, satisfied. It was teasing, and the tent of my cock was clearly visible, but the naked aggression of my erection was hidden.

I nearly flinched about thirty seconds later when I saw him in the mirror. He was just a shadow through the window and the curtain, but I saw his arms lift and I knew he was holding his hands to the window to see better. He abruptly moved backwards a step, and then after a moment, he stepped forward again hesitantly and lifted his shielding hands to the window once more. I couldn't help it, my cock jerked. I did my best to control my breathing, but my heart was beating with excitement, causing my cock to bob and twitch a bit.

Ethan stood there for maybe thirty seconds before I saw him look both ways, then he stared for another ten seconds or so before he disappeared from view. I gave it another five minutes to be safe. My cock remained as stiff as ever, and saying 'fuck it' mentally, I pulled back the sheet, grabbed my dick and jacked myself to a powerful orgasm, spraying my belly with hot goo. Yeah, I said goo. Sue me.

*

I could barely work. All I could think about was Ethan at my window, and imagining that he was hard under his skirt, his adorable little dick pressing stiffly against his leggings. I hadn't seen how he was dressed, but I could imagine it. I wondered if he liked what he'd seen. He'd certainly looked awhile. He hadn't just been disgusted and turned away. Of course, I remember being that age and anything that hinted of sex, male or female or otherwise, was exciting to me.

As I was distractedly eating breakfast I happened to glance at a box over near the coffee table. I remembered that I'd seen Ethan lingering over it when I'd gone out to talk to him the previous afternoon. Putting down the piece of toast I was munching on, I walked over enough to see how it was marked. In black Sharpie was written, 'Bedside tables'. I knew what that meant. Squatting down, I opened up the box. Sure enough, right on top were a bunch of condoms, some lube, and my Fleshlight. Well, well.

After that I was on autopilot until about three-thirty when I got a knock at my door. Curious, I went to the door and opened it. I was greeted by the woman I'd seen before and said, “I'm guessing you're Debbie.” I held out my hand with a smile and said, “Danny.”

Her hand was as warm as her son's had been. “I'm just getting home and I wanted to thank you for being so nice to Ethan last night. He called after he got home and couldn't say enough nice things about you.”

I gave a theatrical sigh. “Maybe I can still get a refund on that Coleman cooler.”

She laughed nicely. I could see where Ethan got his smile.

“Seriously, though,” I said, “it was my pleasure. He's a great a kid. He was a big help.”

“Well, he's special, as I'm sure you've noticed,” she said with an amused look. Then the look grew a bit pensive. “He puts on a brave face, but he's not as confident and carefree as he pretends to be. You seemed to be really accepting and I appreciate it. You'd be surprised the number of adults who say cruel and stupid things.”

“Well, I probably wouldn't be,” I said, “but that's on them. Anyone who dismisses Ethan is missing out on a great kid.”

Debbie gave me a look of equal suspicion and amusement. “I'm not sure what to make of you, Danny Harkins.”

I held up my hands in mock surrender. “I really don't have a cooler,” I assured her. “You can check if you want.”

That earned me another laugh. “Well, I just wanted to meet and to say thanks. He's a sweet boy, but if he gets on your nerves, just send him back home. He doesn't have any friends near enough to play with after school, so I'm worried he'll start bugging you.”

“I'll probably welcome the distraction,” I told her. “Coding can get a bit mind-numbing sometimes. Don't worry though, if he gets annoying I'll chase him away with some classic rock or something.”

“Ahh,” she smiled. “He was listening to his music, huh? Well, sadly it won't work. He likes classic rock, too. Just throw ice or something.”

I laughed. “I'll remember that.”

We said our goodbyes and I went back to my office. At a few minutes to five I heard a knock and went to let Ethan into the condo. I looked for some sign of what he'd seen that morning, but he acted as though nothing had happened. I kept hoping for some staring at my crotch or something, but I got nothing.

Ethan was wearing pink leggings today, with a light blue skirt and a black t-shirt which admonished the reader to be a flamingo in a flock of pigeons. Ethan was taking the message to heart. The shoes today were black sneakers with sparkly red hearts all over them. I noticed a number of bracelets on each of his wrists, all of cloth or hemp or rubber.

We talked about the boy's day at school, about his friends, about his favorite music and television schools. I shared some of the same and he kept bemoaning just how old I was, to which I replied that he was a baby who obviously knew nothing of the world.

He'd said earlier that he could only stay until seven, and as that hour grew near he got a bit of a cagey look and asked me with overt casualness what time I usually got up in the morning. “Because you were having coffee yesterday, but today I didn't see you.”

Oh, you saw me alright, I thought. Out loud I said, “I usually get up between nine and ten I guess. I don't have a set schedule, so I can pretty much work whenever I want.”

“I wish my mom could do that,” he said.

“It's pretty nice,” I allowed. Then that was it. I wasn't sure exactly his motive for asking about my schedule, but I knew it had something to do with the show he'd gotten that morning.

A few minutes later we said goodnight. We'd worked out the first day that I'd pay him ten bucks an hour, which his mom thought was a bit wasteful, but it was worth it to me and frankly I was trying to buy a bit of his affection.

So I spent another night alone while thinking about my adorable little neighbor and wondering what I'd do in the morning. Did I meet him for coffee again? Did I give him another show? If a show, then what kind? Did I want him to see a full-on erection yet? I wasn't sure of my ability to maintain a soft dick with the thought of him looking, and for sure I didn't think I could prevent it if I saw him staring in at me.

I solved the problem by getting up a bit earlier the next day. At ten till nine I sat down at my computer and pulled up a folder hidden on my hard drive; a folder which contained all my porn. As you can imagine, I don't have men and women screwing in any of these pics and movies. They all feature boys in the eleven to thirteen range, either solo, with other boys, or with men, women or girls. At a couple minutes to nine I pumped out a slimy load into my cum rag. Squeezing out the last remnants of my jizz, I got back into bed and waited, fully exposed.

I wasn't at all embarrassed about being seen naked, soft or not. I'm not exactly a shower, but neither am I a grower. I'm somewhere in the middle. My six inch dick usually hangs right about four-and-a-half inches soft. Right now it was lying across my groin, pointed up and to the right, perhaps closer to five inches or a tiny bit more from the fading erection.

When Ethan appeared a minute later, my dick didn't even twitch. He seemed much more nervous this morning, constantly looking up and down the hallway, but always his gaze would come back to me, while his cupped hands blocked the morning light. I made myself breath slow and deep, feigning sleep.

After a minute or so I saw Ethan's hand drop downward while he continued to peep at me, and I imagined he was touching himself. That's when my cock began to betray me. I felt that first incipient tingle and knew it would be rising upward any moment. I waited a few long moments, feeling it begin to fill with blood, hoping Ethan would move on, but he seemed to be determined to get an eyeful.

I didn't want to get hard. Not because I worried it would scare him or something, but because it just seemed so damned obvious. The last thing I wanted was for him to get suspicious that I'd planned this and was watching him even now. Sure, dicks can get hard for no reason at all, but I didn't want any hint of anything hinky. So, when I knew my erection was inevitable, I sighed and rolled onto my right side. Just before I lost sight of him, I saw Ethan jerk backward, but then I couldn't see him anymore and I just lay there while my cock continued to grow, pressing against the mattress, held in place against my hip.

Again, I waited. After a minute or two I started counting, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, and so on, until I'd counted out another full five minutes. Then I rose, trying to make it seem casual, just in case. I glanced askance at the mirror, but there was no one there. Having cum before the show, I was content just to hop in the shower and ignore my dick, allowing it to return to its flaccid state.

Then it was a matter of filling in the hours between then and when Ethan would get home from school. Sadly, he finished the rest of the unpacking that afternoon. Once again I'd watched him for some sign that he'd been affected by what he'd seen that morning, but there wasn't much to see.

I realized that I was hooked. Smitten. I was dedicated to this seduction. If it didn't go anywhere, then it would be a fun distraction for awhile and give me some fodder for fantasy. If it did go somewhere though... Who knew the idea of getting into a boy's skirt could be so damned arousing?