From: dmintun9@idt.liberty.com (Denny)
Subject: The Boy Next Door
Date: 28 Apr 1996 02:35:05 GMT
Organization: P.L.A.N.

Here's a story I wrote that some of you might appreciate:

THE BOY NEXT DOOR

   He's grown since I've been away.  What's it been -- three, no four years. 
Joshua stops mowing his lawn when he sees me to welcome me back.  He's
starting High School this year he proclaims proudly.  Planning on joining
the basketball team.  While we talk, I take the opportunity to look at
him.  A foot taller, hair a slightly darker shade of light brown.  His
blue eyes are the same though, framed on top with eyelashes that flutter
slightly as he talks.  Kind of like my heart about now.  Joshua asks if I
still collect sports cards and I tell him of some of my latest
aquisitions.  I consent to show them to him after he finishes his yard
work.
   Both of us now having incentive for him to finish, I head back to the
house.  To prepare and to think.
   For four years we've been apart.  As I dig out my collection of
Home-Run Heroes and Strike-out Kings, I wonder if he still remembers the
fun we used to have.
   Every day, after school, he'd come over to my house.  Ostensibly for me
to "sit" for him, since his mom worked the evening shift.  Usually, after
homework, he'd sit on my lap while we watched TV together.
   One night, Joshua's mom called and asked if I would mind if he spent
the night at my place, as she had to make a trip out of town.  After
pretending to think about it, I told her that it would be fine with me.
   Upon breaking the news to Joshua, he informed me that I would have to
help him take his bath.  As I "reluctantly" agreed, he ran off to the
bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake.  Attempting not to
appear to eager, I slowly followed him in.  As I came through the door,
the imp was standing by the tub with his hands on his hips, sans all but
his white Fruit-of-the-Looms, and asked me what took me so long!
   I start the water running, and adjust the temperature for him.  He
shucks off his remaining covering, and clambors in.  I turn to leave, and
he informs me that I have to help him wash where  he can't reach.  It
happened that he "couldn't reach" most of his body.  And, of course, I was
very thourough with my ministartions.
   After drying him off, I playfully carried him into the guest bedroom,
tucked him in, and gave him a peck on the cheek.  Then I went to my room
to, shall we say, "relieve the tension", as I mentally replayed
"bath-time".
   I was going strong, and just about to burst the floodgates, when I
heard a knock on my bedroom door.  Quickly pulling the covers up, I told
Joshua to come in.  At that, the object of my very recent fantasy opens
the door and asks if he could get into bed with me!
   Fearing having to go to sleep "frustrated", I tried (not very hard) to
talk him out of it.  Then the other shoe dropped.  He told me that he knew
what I had been doing, and that he would "help" me, if I wanted him to! 
Someday, I hope to find out where an 11-year-old learned about some of the
things that we did that night!
   Joshua's mom had found a boyfriend, so Joshua and I had many nights
together for the next few months, until I recieved notice that I had been
accepted at a Post-graduate college in the Southeast.
   Now, here I am, four years later.  Joshua is almost 16.  Surely he has
a girlfriend -- with his looks, probably quite a few.  As I get up to answer
the knock at the front door, I realize that my reminising has caused the
front of my shorts to bulge out quite conspicuosly.  Using the door as a
shield, I let him once again into my house.  As he walks in, he announces
that his mom is spending the weekend at her boyfriends (a different one),
and that he could stay at my place.  Then, before I can even react, he
gives me a big kiss, squeezes my anatomy, and says, "Damn, it looks like I
didn't get here a minute too soon!"

--->Denny

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