Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 18:47:51 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: THE BOY DOWNSTAIRS - 3 A note to my readers: I apologize for the slow pace in posting the chapters. I had a nasty accident including a hospital stay. Please be patient. Chapter three I decided against better judgement and left the door open again the next evening. Shortly after six o'clock i heard the expected commotion on my landing. I was taken aback when two boys entered my apartment. "Hi," said Randy, "This here's Nathan. He's my friend I told you about." I frankly could not recall a conversation about Nathan and certainly no invitation was ever discussed. Nathan just stood there and waved a hand. "What is he hungry too?" I muttered sarcastically. The sarcasm was completely lost on Randy. "Are you hungry Nathen? Mr. Pitowski makes great food." "Sure," Nathan replied. He promptly sat down and his body language suggested that he thought it was perfectly fine to make himself at home. I had recognized Nathan the moment he walked in. I had seen him riding his bike many times up and down the street often with Randy in tow. Of slim build he was about three inches taller and probably a year older then Randy. He had short black hair and striking black eyes. I thought he might be at least part native Indian. He was decidedly more handsome than Randy. Luckily I had cooked up some fried chicken. There was enough for Randy and I with a few pieces left over for tomorrow's lunch. Now tomorrow's lunch would end up in Nathan's stomach. As I prepared the food I could hear the two of them rummaging around my room. "Mr. Pitowski has some great films. Check these out Nathan." At this point I was thankful that I had discretely hid my small porno collection. When I returned to the room laden with food a space flick was already playing. "Yes Randy you may turn on my TV," I said acidly. "Yes Randy, you may play one of my movies," I added. Both boys looked at me quizzically. "But I already have the TV on," Randy explained. Again I didn't bother explaining what sarcasm was. The boys settled in and soon became absorbed in their movie. As for me I found myself staring at Nathan. What was he doing here in my apartment? My guess was that the two boys were not only good friends, they were probably sex partners as well. I reasoned that boys of that age often are. I also guessed that Randy had told Nathan what had transpired in my apartment and was out to prove it to him or to show me off so to speak. The problem was that unlike Randy I really didn't know him. Was he intelligent? Was he streetwise? Was he both? Playing around with one underage boy was dangerous enough. Two could be suicidal. On the basis that sparrows rarely fly with eagles I figured Nathan was probably very much like Randy but I had to know for sure. As I continued to stare at Nathan I could feel my member harden. There was an attraction there yet I decided to use discretion. There would be no bathroom show tonight. After the movie I would politely ask the two of them to leave. Easier said than done. As the movie progressed I really did find the need to pee. I tried to hang on but unfortunately the movie was a long one. It became more obvious I wasn't going to make it and I had a decision to make. If I told them to stay in their seats they would have known I was on to them. I could be wrong of course. They may stay in their seats regardless. Further even if they did come to the door it really wasn't that hard to stay covered. Accordingly I rose and went to the bathroom. Sure enough, as soon as I latched the door I heard multiple footsteps. They made enough noise for a marching army. It amazed me that they seemingly were unaware of me being aware of their presence. I sat down to relieve myself staring at the door. While the keyhole was large it couldn't accommodate both of them. I presumed they were taking turns. Knowing they were there peaked my arousal. Nathan's presence made it doubly exciting. In the end I opted for a mini display. I stood up with my erection fully distended in front of me. I heard a distinct 'Wow!' come from the keyhole. This was quickly followed by a more muffled voice, 'There, I told you so.' The second voice sounded like Randy. I pulled up my pants and flushed the toilet. By the time I returned they were busy looking at the TV screen. It didn't seem to dawn on them that the film was now over and that they were staring at a blank screen. As I sat down I turned my attention to Randy, "Look I want to apologize for last night. I left the door open for you but I was tired and I fell asleep early." "Er....that's okay," Randy replied, "I had lots of homework to do anyway." Nathan frowned his brow and stared at his friend, "Homework? You don't do homework Randy." Randy glared at Nathan. "Yes I do!" he insisted. Shortly thereafter Nathan announced he had to go before his mother had a heart attack. Randy declared he was staying because his father wouldn't be asleep yet. Almost as soon as the two of us were alone Randy turned to me and boldly blurted out, "Mr. Pitowski would you teach me some stuff?" "What kind of stuff?" I asked. "You know......sex stuff." At the time I had no idea how aggressive Randy could be. I assumed at the time he wanted to talk about sex. I realize now he wanted to do a lot more than just talk. I responded, "My guess is you already know a lot about sex." "Yeah, I do know a lot," he agreed, "But I don't know everything. When my father thought I was asleep I seen him jerk off. I seen him do it a bunch of times. I do it too......a lot. But what's that stuff that comes out? It's not pee. I know that." "No it's not," I agreed. "It's a gift that one day you will give to a woman to make babies with." Not hesitating Randy continued, "I bet you jerk off too don'tcha?" "All men do Randy. A man can't always find a woman when he needs one. Sometimes he wants to do it alone and doesn't want a woman." Randy began to heavily grope himself and his eyes drifted down to my crotch. He waited a moment or two before continuing. He casually lowered his fly and reached in to his underwear with his right hand. I could feel my juices rising. I gulped realizing matters could quickly escalate out of control if I wasn't careful. Out of the blue Randy raised his eyes to mine and asked, "Mr. Pitowski can I watch you jerk off?" This was too much! As hot as he had me I just had to put the brakes on. I mean he lived right downstairs for cripes sake. At the same time though I was intrigued. I wanted to find out where he was coming from. "Why would you want to watch me?" I inquired. As brazen as ever Randy explained, "Well like I said I seen my old man's cock get jerked off and it's bigger than mine but I've never seen a really big cock get jerked off and I want to see one." "And what makes you think I have a big cock as you put it?" Randy was caught in a quandary. He clearly did not want to admit spying on me. Randy screwed up his face searching for a reasonable explanation. "Er ...er... I just do, that's all. It is big isn't it?" I ignored his probing and instead decided to end the dialogue. "Randy it's illegal for me to have sex in front of you. I'm not doing it." Randy was sharp enough to know that I was at a high fever. He tried to push me over the edge. "Awwww, who would ever know? You know I ain't tellin." "No Randy I would have to be drunk to do something like that!" Still not giving up Randy suggested, "You got some beer in the fridge." I glared at him and he reluctantly accepted the message. We sat in silence for a few moments. Although I had no idea what direction the relationship might go I decided that I didn't want the liaisons to end. I had to let Randy know. I made a decision to admit my sexuality. "Look Randy, ask me these questions again when you reach eighteen. My answers could be very different then." Randy beamed from ear to ear. I would love to have known exactly what he was thinking. Finally I said, "You better leave now." Then as an afterthought to encourage him a little I added, "I'll see you later this week." Randy smiled again and made for the stairs. Thirty minutes later i was fast asleep.