Message-ID: <055306Z25041995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.intergen,alt.support.boy-lovers From: an162861@anon.penet.fi (kodomo_koi) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.intergen,alt.support.boy-lovers Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an162861@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 25 Apr 1995 05:52:29 UTC Subject: The Summer of '82 [part I] Lines: 196 The Summer of '82 [part I] When I was 12 years old we moved to a new neighborhood in South- ern California. Our new house was high on a hillside with a winding street leading up to it that was lined with large, secluded homes on both sides. It was my misfortune as a child to have to walk up and down this hill every day to go to school or visit my friends. One hot Saturday at the start of summer I was walking up the hill carrying my skateboard over my shoulder. About a block before reaching home I sat down on the curb to rest for a minute or two and catch my breath. There was a man mowing the large lawn in front of the house. He was wearing only gym shorts and I noticed he had red hair just like my own although he didn't have that many freckles and I was covered with them. After I sat there a short while the man turned off the lawnmower and walked over to me. He studied me for a moment and told me that I looked about as hot as he was. I laughed and agreed with him. He introduced himself as "Paul" and said he had noticed we'd moved in up the street. We talked for a few minutes and then he asked if I'd like a dip in his swimming pool to cool off a bit. I told him it sounded great but I'd have to walk up to my house and get a swim suit and then come back. He said that wasn't necessary because nobody could see into his pool area and I could swim nude. Hesitatingly I agreed so we walked around to the back of his house and entered through a patio into his pool area. He told me I could leave my clothes on one of the patio chairs. He then jumped into the pool still wearing the gym shorts. I put my skateboard on a chair and took my clothes off. Then I jumped into the pool staying to one side as Paul swam laps in the cool water. I studied Paul as he swam and, still struck by his red hair, and wondered if I might look like him when I got older. I guessed Paul was around 35 and that seemed like a long ways in the future to wonder about such things. After he had finished swimming laps we began to talk as we pad dled slowly around in the pool enjoying the coolness of the water. A few minutes later Paul hoisted himself up on the patio and went into the house to get a couple of towels. I noticed how his back muscles rippled as his strong arms lifted him up to the pool deck. When he returned he started drying himself off and motioned for me to get out and dry off too. The only problem was I had gotten an erection and was embarrassed to get out of the water since, being nude, he would certainly notice it. Finally he urged "Come on, get out and dry off" so I climbed up the pool ladder and walked over to him. When he handed me the towel he looked down at my erect penis and I became very self- conscious. But instead of remarking about the obvious he simply smiled and said "I see you're starting to grow some hair down there." I dried off and put on my clothes while Paul went inside to get a couple of cans of soda. We drank them sitting by the pool. Then Paul and I went back around to the front of his house and I headed for home while he started up his mower to finish working on his lawn. For the rest of the day I couldn't get Paul out of my mind. I remembered his red hair and his muscular body as he swam in the pool. Even though he was old enough to be my father I felt like I had discovered a new kid-friend in the neighborhood. There was something about Paul that made me see him more like a boy my age than the man he really was. From that time on I would always stop and sit on Paul's curb whenever I climbed up the street on the way to my house. If Paul was home he would come out and we would talk for a while. Some times we'd go swimming. Sometimes we'd go inside and watch TV while drinking sodas and Paul would make popcorn. And even though I could have kept a swim suit there I always just took off my clothes and swam nude. I was glad to have Paul as a friend because life at home with my parents was not happy. My mom and dad were fighting a lot and many times talked about divorce. I had listened to all this for a couple of years and figured in my own mind that divorce was inevitable someday. One night, a month or two after I had first met Paul, my parents had a terrible fight. It was quite late and even though my bed room was in the opposite part of the house I could still hear them screaming at each other. Their fighting frightened me and I finally couldn't stand it anymore. So I went to their bedroom and as I walked in I compulsively yelled "Shut up both of you." My father turned to me and before I knew what had happened he hit me hard right in the face. I stood there a moment, stunned by his blow. My father looked at me as if he didn't know what to do. A second later I turned and ran back to my bedroom and started crying as I sank into my bed. I couldn't stop crying for hours and couldn't sleep either. I was confused and angry and at last, in desperation, I got out of bed and pulled on my clothes. I went quietly out the back door and walked down the street. It was very late and the houses on the street looked as if they were a ghost town. When I got to Paul's house it was dark. I rang the doorbell re peatedly and finally a light came on and the door opened a tiny crack. When Paul saw it was me he opened the door wide to let me in and asked what had happened. I must have looked a mess as I stood there crying and explaining to Paul about my parents fight ing and my dad hitting me. Paul listened to every word as he stood there in his underwear Then I asked Paul if I could stay with him for the night. After a moment of thought Paul said "Sure. I'll make a place for you to sleep." Even surprising myself I immediately said "No, I want to sleep with you." Paul looked at me for a moment and then smiled and quietly said "OK." I wasn't sure what he understood and I wasn't sure why I had asked to sleep with him. I just knew that I couldn't go back home that night and I needed to be close to Paul. Paul gave me a towel so I could wash my face which was still cov ered with tears. Then he pushed down his briefs and got into bed nude. I had not seen Paul completely nude before and I was struck with his maleness and manly figure. I quickly washed my face and got out of my clothes. Then I crawled into the four- poster king size bed on the opposite side from him. Paul switched off the lights and darkness flooded the room. We both laid very still for several minutes. I thought back to the trouble at my own home and began to cry a little. I tried to pretend like I was just sniffling but I'm sure Paul knew I was crying. A moment later I felt Paul's strong hand touch me giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. Nothing was said but I instantly moved across the bed until my body was in full contact with Paul's. His strong arms engulfed me as I began sobbing out of control. As I felt the warmth of his body my crying turned from sadness to tears of relief. When I finally stopped crying I felt very peaceful and snuggled even closer against him. I could smell his manly scent and feel the coarse red hair on his chest against my back. I drifted into a slumber and could feel him kiss me gently on the back of my neck every time I would sniffle. Each kiss sent tingly feelings cascading all through my body. I don't know what time I actually fell into sleep but when I awakened I became suddenly aware of my surroundings and the night slowly emerged from the haze in my mind. Paul was already out of bed and I could hear the shower going in the bathroom. Without thinking I moved across the bed and spread-eagled the warm spot left behind by Paul and sank my face into his pillow. I let my body oscillate ever so slowly as I absorbed his body heat and could smell his scent on the pillow. It made shivers run up and down my back. The shower stopped and in a minute or two Paul stood next to the bed wrapped in a towel. "Time to get up Scott," he said as he pulled the covers off me and the cool air rushed in to drench my body. I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of the bed--not realizing that I had a stiff erection that was easily visible to Paul. When at last I realized what he was looking at I was momentarily embarrassed. But then I looked up into his smiling face and immediately felt comfortable with him seeing me like this. I stood up and slowly walked over to the pile of clothes I had left on the floor with my erect penis protruding proudly in front of me. Paul just watched me with a smile on his face and a hint of laughter in his eyes. I hesitated for a few seconds, purposely letting him survey my body, before starting to get dressed. Paul was in a hurry and had to be out of the house right away. Neither of us talked at all about the night before. Paul simply told me that he hoped I wouldn't be in trouble for having been out all night. I was sure my absence would never be noticed. We left together out the front door after stopping for a second to look into each others' eyes and Paul reaching out to rumple my hair. I walked up the street towards my house while Paul drove off to start his day. I didn't know what I would find at home. I didn't care either. But before reaching my house I had already decided that I had to sleep with Paul again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.