Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2009 07:25:17 -0400 From: chris james Subject: Those Little White Shorts Dear Reader: This is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18 are not permitted to view this material. I know you've seen them, even if the trend these days is the baggy look. I have to admit some boys look simply wonderful in loose fitting clothes, others need something tight to sell the image. A pair of grey or blue gym shorts isn't quite the same thing as a pair of white cotton shorts. Give me something that hugs the hips, accentuates the behind and allows some room to show off...now we're talkin. It takes courage to wear tight white shorts and most adolescent males are too shy for the challenge. But there are a few, and sometimes one so special...your comments welcome: Chris James Those Little White Shorts (M/B) Chapter One He sat on the carpet over in the corner with his knees drawn up. Dan's eyes were riveted to the boy's crotch, probably because the white shorts he was wearing looked like they belonged to his little brother, if he had one, did it matter? His muscular legs were covered with a silky down of light brown hair, a trace of his manhood. He couldn't be more than fifteen, although they had just met today and Dan didn't have the details. The kid looked younger than the others but in the present company he was treated as a peer. Ah, yes, they were all talking about cars and the boy doesn't drive, he's fifteen. Dan had been at the beach for five days with his sick nephew, Barry. The trip had been planned for weeks but on the day of departure the boy said he had a cold, it looked worse than that. Barry's temperature was just over a hundred. Read that as three days in bed, so they might as well be at the beach. Dan put him to bed the minute they got to the beach house. Dan walked to the store, reveling in the salt air and hoping he didn't catch Barry's virus. He figured it was the flu and bought lots of juice, soup and sore throat medicine, it might be a long week. Barry slept for fourteen hours straight. Dan walked the beach, sat in the sun and generally enjoyed the solitude. The crash of waves and calls of the seabirds reminded him of better times. It was probably his positive mental state that kept him from getting sick. After the first day Barry ate some soup and drank everything put in front of him. They watched cable television, played cards and Dan even got the boy to sit in the sun for a while. Barry was slowly fighting it off; maybe he could still have some fun on the beach. By the fourth day Barry wanted to go out and so they threw open the windows to air the place out and sprayed disinfectant around the rooms. Dan drove down the main drag and gawked at all the tourists, one of his favorite pastimes. He was born on this coast; salt water was in his blood. As it happened, Barry saw someone he knew from school who asked if he knew that so-and-so was also down here, etc. Mike and Tom, with Carl driving his new VW followed them back to the house and Dan sprang for pizza. He noticed that Barry seemed cured of his illness and the familiar company seemed to help. Barry was a freshman in high school and so was Mike. The other two, Tom and Carl were a year ahead. Major topic of discussion was girls, with cars and movies thrown in for balance. On its face the conversation was inane but peer relationships were formed from banter like this. It was nostalgic and made Dan glad he was an adult. Barry knew about Dan and his love of boys, but he knew his uncle wouldn't play in this field because his friends were off limits. It gave them both confidence and fortified the familial ties. Dan often laughed and thought it was dear that Barry brought friends over just to tease...the brat. But Barry tired after six hours with his chums and Dan sent them packing with the promise of a barbecue if they returned the following afternoon. The poor kid was worn out but dirty. He hadn't bathed in two days and so Dan led him into the bathroom and filled the tub. He undressed the boy and put him in the tub, soaping him up from head to toe. Barry had always felt safe and this acceptance of goodwill had defeated his sense of modesty long ago. Dan had watched the boy's balls drop and his pubes grow. They had always been open about sex. Dan knew Barry was still a virgin and supported his efforts to remain that way, at least for a while longer. There had been some moments of tension between them but it had always been over parenting issues. On their fall camping trip last year Barry got weird one night and dropped his pants. It freaked Dan out but the boy masturbated himself and it was only showing off 'that new thing' his cock could do. When Barry ejaculated Dan felt honored to be the first one in his life to know, and the moment passed. Now the sight of his beautiful body was exciting, the little boy was growing up. Dan rinsed him off and wrapped Barry in a towel. The boy was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. There was nothing more to do than walk on the beach and masturbate on the sand. Sometimes Barry inspired fantasies, and why not, he was everything Dan desired but could not have. Barry was up with the sun and they went for a swim before breakfast. By noon the friends had arrived and they were the ones who brought the tiny white shorts...his name was Steve. He was quiet or maybe the others were overly familiar with Barry and he felt like an outsider. Dan's first impression was of mousey brown hair, green eyes and a pleasant smile. Dan went about preparing to cook, marinating the chicken and shucking the corn. He was intent on mixing the cake batter and didn't notice the boy who had walked in the kitchen behind him. "Can I help?" an unfamiliar voice said. Dan turned to find Steve standing in the doorway. Behind him the stereo was playing and the other boys talking and laughing. It sounded like they were having fun, so why was the boy here? Dan's eyes traveled the boy's torso and came to rest on the bulge at his crotch. "You know it's about time you gave those shorts back to your little brother," Dan said. "They have laws about showing off as much as you do." He laughed to let Steve know he was joking. "They are kind of tight," Steve said, lifting his shirt to pull at the waistband. Damn, the kid is teasing. "You can take the bread out of the oven," Dan offered, "Mitts are in the drawer on the right." He beat the batter harder now, eyes on Steve's ass as the boy bent over to retrieve the bread. A sweet sight for sure, Dan thought, doesn't he know I'm looking? He poured the batter in the pans and Steve placed them on the oven rack. He moved well, athletic training Dan was sure. "You play sports at school?" Dan asked. "I used to play tennis, but I quit." He shrugged as if to say it was no big deal. "So how do you stay in shape, chasing girls?" "Sometimes, but I haven't scored yet." He thought about that for a moment and then smiled. "Uh, don't mention that to the guys, ok?" "Your secret is safe with me. Besides by the time I could tell anyone it probably won't be true anymore." They carried the food out to the grill and sat back to watch it cook. Steve looked perfectly comfortable sitting there instead of hanging with the guys. "How come you're not in there with them?" Dan asked. "I don't know them all that well. Carl is a friend of my brother and this is the first time I've ever hung out with him. Besides, they're talking about music I hate, sex stuff I don't understand and..." "And?" "Um, not supposed to talk about it with..." "Me or just adults in general?" Dan asked. "Yeah, both, I guess." "Drugs or alcohol?" "Oh...you know?" "Carl has rolling papers on the floor of his car and Mike always seems to look stoned. I'm sure Barry has tried smoking pot but I don't think he cares for it. And you?" "I've tried it, didn't you?" "Honestly, yes. But I think the chicken needs to be turned." Dan was not planning to discuss drug use with someone else's kid. His bad habits were not to be held up for public scrutiny and not by a fifteen year old. He checked the chicken and went back to the kitchen to finish the food. Steve didn't mind talking about a wide range of things, this was good. But Dan judged him to be a bit more innocent than his age dictated. There was also an undercurrent of urgency to his comments, the boy felt left out. He went back outside and watched Steve turning the chicken with the tongs, good boy. "You do that like a pro," Dan commented. "I've cooked for some of the school events." "At Barnsley?" Dan asked, naming the local high school. "No, I went to Bridgemont Academy until this year." Ah, a private school kid. That explained why he didn't fit in with the others, they had been separated socially. Now he was one of them now but without the background, a new student. "Don't feel bad, I went to private school too. Your social skills are probably a little rusty." "I can't even talk to the girls at Barnsley." "So learn the language, make a study of it. Become mysterious and romantic. Dare to be different, they'll love it." Dan laughed. "Romantic, me? "There are ways you can learn, maybe I know somebody who'll teach you." All right, where was he taking this? He didn't know any women who'd take the boy's virginity...but let's play this out. "I'd plow Mike's mom if she'd let me, but that's a joke." "Hmm, let's see, what do I think is your type? Small slender body, big dark brown cow eyes." Dan could keep going but it wasn't necessary, Steve had already achieved the erection he wanted to see. Oh my, what a big little man. "College girls have great asses." Steve was almost effervescent, his hands covering every inch of his bulging shorts. Dan glanced down at Steve's lap; they both knew what he was looking at. "You really need it bad, don't you?" "I'd give my savings to get laid," Steve said. "Let's not get drastic, save your money. I might just have a solution to your problem." What a noble creature, bad boy Dan. Dinner was ready and Dan assembled the boys. Steve seemed emboldened by their discussion even though the details remained unspoken. Dan was thinking fast as he could, but the boy's smile kept distracting him. The crowd left shortly thereafter and Steve went home with Dan's phone number. He had been asked to call the following Saturday and to keep those white shorts clean, he might need to wear them. Dan and Barry returned to the suburbs where the boy told his mom what a wonderful time he had. Marge, Dan's sister, was pleased. She knew Barry had been sick most of the time and understood the burden. It was three days before Steve was supposed to call, what the hell was he going to do? But Steve called at eight o'clock that night and caught Dan napping on the couch. "Dan...this is Steve...am I bothering you?" "No problem...what's up?" "About Saturday...what were you thinking?" "I hate to see you in such pain; we should get together and talk. I have some ideas about conquering your problem. "Aw man, you're a true friend." "Don't say that until after we talk, OK? I'll pick you up on Saturday..." They went on to discuss the meeting place. For some reason Steve was worried his friends might see them together so they picked a quiet place to meet. Dan spent the next two days wondering what he was going to tell the boy. Would Steve settle for a thirty something guy giving him lessons? Dan was willing to take that boy's cock up his ass if the kid agreed to keep his mouth shut...now who was desperate? Saturday morning came and Steve met him behind the mall and quickly got in the car. He was wearing those same little shorts and a half T-shirt which exposed that luscious tummy. God, does the boy know what he's doing to me? Dan focused on driving, until they got back to the condo and Steve followed him inside. They went through to the kitchen and picked up some soda before settling down in the living room. Steve stared at the painting above the fireplace. OK, not too many guys have a fully nude male on their wall. But it was tasteful, nothing sexual unless you fancied porn stars. "Can I ask you a few questions, Steve?" "Yeah, sure. What can I tell you?" "When did you begin to masturbate, and when and where was the first ejaculation? Am I getting too personal?" Of course he was but Steve would have to answer. "Uh...I was ten, no, nine when I started jerking it. I didn't make cum until I was twelve, the Fourth of July picnic at my uncle's house. My cousin Jenny lost her bathing suit top in the pool when I untied the strings. I went to the bathroom and jerked off after seeing her tits. It felt different and then I came all over my hand. I remember thinking how cool it was, the fucking thing finally worked." "Very well described, you have a way with words," Dan said. Steve grinned. "Everything being fair, what about you?" "Me...um, well I started out much the same as you. I discovered masturbation after listening to a couple of my friends describe what it felt like. I went home after school and tried it. Sixth grade was all about finding time to sneak off and jerk myself." "Did you ever get with a girl?" "Did I ever? No...no I didn't. Hmm, what are you thinking?" Steve smiled. "I know you're gay, Dan. Barry sorta let that slip out a while back and told Mike who told me." "OK, yeah, I'm gay. I don't want you to feel threatened by that...you don't seem to be. You came here anyway knowing I was gay." "Yes, you still know more about sex than I do." "Good point. Sex isn't about who you're with, it's about the feelings you get. The male body is a wonderful player in the sex game; you just need to learn the rules." "So what were you planning to tell me today? Were you planning a seduction?" Steve asked. "Honestly, I just wanted you to talk it all out. Then maybe you'll feel more comfortable around girls. That is providing you do like girls?" Dan said. "Uh, yeah...if I ever get the chance." "Then what's the big issue? I know you have the right equipment and the good looks to attract girls...do they frighten you?" "They look right through me like I don't exist." "Oh? You need to explain that a little better. Is there something you feel you're doing wrong?" Dan asked. "At school all the fifteen year old girls want to date seniors. I like several of them but they have college boyfriends. I don't stand a chance. Why are they all after these older guys?" "I imagine a fifteen year old girl finds an older guy more attractive for a lot of reasons. If the guy is over eighteen it must take on a forbidden atmosphere, and that brings an element of danger to the relationship. Older guys have money if they work... fancier cars...even bigger cocks I imagine." "Yeah, that's all true. But it's only a three or four year age difference, how can it mean so much to them?" Steve asked. "Four years is a huge gap in age. Could you see yourself dating an eleven year old girl?" "Oh, hell no." "But if you paid attention to a girl that young I bet she would be flattered, much like the fifteen year old ones love the attention from an older guy. The laws forbid it but chemistry makes it work. Girls are no different in that respect. Their bodies release certain chemicals that encourage the sex drive just like guys...you're a perfect example of that." Steve sighed. "My cock is as big as any of those college boys, I could satisfy a girl." "Then your cock isn't the issue, you are," Dan said. "Look, I lied...I did have sex with a few girls when I was your age and it was a disaster." Steve laughed. "Well if you're gay then I imagine so...what went wrong?" "Timing, and of course my general lack of interest in the act with them. But I did it because I wanted to know the truth about myself, and I got an answer." Steve smiled. "I'm surprised it even worked. I didn't think a girl would even turn you on." "Yeah, well when someone sucks your cock it has a way of responding no matter whose lips are doing the work. Then it was just a matter of inserting the thing in her and wow, there it was..." "So you actually put it in her and made cum?" "Yeah, I did. That was where the timing part came in, it was over too fast." "It must have been hot," Steve said. "Are you listening to me? I wasn't into it; my erection was all a physical reaction to stimulation. You're going to have the same problem, and that's probably where the older guys have you beat hands down." "I don't get it?" Steve said. "Hmm, OK an example for you. You masturbate, but what do you think about? If you were watching a horror movie and jerking off how long would it take you to cum? Sure, if it was a hot porn film you'd be over the top in a few minutes. Orgasm is all a state of mind." "Oh...yeah I see what you mean. So a bit of mind control might slow me down...how do I do that?" "Fuck if I know...you're close but not quite there," Dan said. "I don't imagine that if you were in the arms of a beautiful girl that thinking about dog shit in your mouth would make one bit of difference. You can't deny the reality of a situation; the signals are just too strong." "So no mind control, that sucks. What's the answer?" Steve asked. "You learn to control your body. Get in touch with your feelings on a physical level and overcome the mental urges." "Does that work?" It was my turn to laugh. "Sure does. I have this beautiful boy sitting on my couch and I don't feel the urge to jump him even though I'm gay. " Steve laughed. "Why do you think I'm beautiful?" "I'm speaking about the physical now; I don't know your mind very well except to say that you do have a good one. Most attractions start off being physical. And you sit there in those tiny little shorts with damn near no clothes on. What should I feel? I might even think you want to seduce me...do you?" Steve blushed and shook his head. "No...sorry, Dan.." "For God's sake don't be sorry, I'm enjoying the view too much." "How does this body control work? Is that the answer?" "A lot of it. You can learn to act older, more sophisticated. Most boys your age don't treat girls like they want to be treated. Politeness counts. Being rude makes a boy seem childish and at your age rude is almost mandatory. Go date a girl, have a pizza and then belch...boys do that, it's gross behavior." "So manners count, I can do that. But I won't lose my virginity by being polite. I'm screwed aren't I?" Steve asked. "No. Most of life is about being prepared for the things you want to do. If you had sex tomorrow would you be any good at it?" "Probably not according to you. I guess it would be over too fast to make a difference." Dan smiled. "OK, here's where I can help. Rule number one, sex isn't about you...it's about your partner. The objective is to please her first and somewhere along the way you'll have a fucking blast yourself." "Not if I grunt three times and cum. How do I slow it down?" "Practice. How many times in a row can you have an orgasm?" Dan asked. "Uh...I dunno. I suppose for this to work I have to be honest." Steve was blushing again, an endearing quality. "Yes...what we share goes no further," Dan said. "Think of it scientifically, can you create multiple orgasms when you masturbate?" "I have...I can get off twice in a row if I'm really horny." "How many times in a day?" "Uh, I've done it four or five, I guess." "Good, keep being honest, this will be easier. You stroke with one hand, what is the other one doing?" "Uh, I like to pull on my balls a little, maybe pinch my nipples." He was almost squirming, his cock was pressing against the shorts and stiff as could be. "You have an erection now, is it because of all the sex talk?" Steve looked nervous and swallowed. "Yeah." "Then I want you to relive that stress...I want you to masturbate for me," Dan said. "I...I can't do that...it's too gay. I'm not gay." "You've never masturbated with someone before? Not even a friend?" Steve shook his head. "No...that would be weird." "I want to see how you do it," Dan said. "I want to evaluate your reactions, see what turns you on. Being in touch with your body is where the physical control starts, Steve. I would never touch you without asking first." "You want to watch...is that all?" "This time, yes...I'll watch. I might have a need to touch you, just to show you something, but I will always ask first so I don't freak you out. Can you handle that?" "I never...well, it's kinda weird. You think this will make a difference?" "Yes...yes I do. Your body is a complete unknown to me. I need to see it in action so we can come up with a solution." "Where then...here?" Steve asked. "Would you feel more comfortable lying down?" "In your bed...I don't know?" "I'll sit in a chair beside you and ask questions...that's all." "Uh...OK. Look, I'm really horny after all that talk...I may not last long." "I don't expect you to the first time...the second will be better," Dan said. Steve grinned and stood up. His shorts were about to bust from the huge bulge beneath the fabric. Dan led him down the hall to the bedroom and the boy gaped at the king sized bed and the mirrored ceiling. "Quite a playground you have here. Oh, I can watch myself like this, cool." "I got a little carried away when I was decorating," Dan laughed. "You can strip off and lay your clothes on the cabinet. Do you masturbate dry or do you use lubricant?" "Lubricant? I never did it with anything except my hand." "We'll cover that later then. Ever worn a condom?" "Nope...what for?" "The experience. I'll add that to the list." Steve looked at him and lifted the T-shirt over his head. He pushed off his shoes and bent down to remove his socks. Dan liked a boy that got bare ass naked, and Steve didn't seem to mind. Then it was the shorts and whatever briefs he had on. There was no way he hid a pair of boxers under those shorts. He unbuttoned the waist and slid them down. Surprise, no underwear at all. Dan was presented with a long smooth cock hanging down over a most generous ball sac. Steve was no longer fully erect, but he had a nice cubby one still engorged and poised to get stiff. His cock was circumcised and the doc had done a nice job of it, leaving a proper amount of skin for growth. There was a cocoa colored band around the girth which set off the flare of the head quite nicely. "Do you think I'm big enough?" Steve asked. "Have you measured it while it was stiff?" Dan asked. "Almost seven inches," Steve replied. "You still have time to grow. Does that make you happy?" He grinned. "You bet...uh, what should I do?" "Before you lay down, let me check out the equipment...OK?" Steve's body rippled with muscle, not hard but sinewy, lithe and graceful. Dan had the boy lift his cock and balls so he could look under them to see how clean everything was. Steve turned right around on request and bent over. The puckered pink hole was simply more beautiful than the roses Dan had in the garden. It was a flower of exquisite moist skin that seemed to blossom with each breath. "Ok, you pass," Dan said. "You may lay down now." Steve crawled on the bed, allowing another look at his delicious butt. Dan pulled a chair over beside the bed and sat rather quickly. He had known his body would react to the view; it just wouldn't do for the boy to know about that yet. Dan started talking to cover the embarrassment. "What do you know about the female anatomy?" Dan asked. "Built differently than us because they give birth. Bone structure allows their hips to cradle the baby." "Thank you, Dr. Steve, I didn't mean the scientific explanation. Have you ever touched a girl between her legs?" "I made out with a girl once but she wouldn't let me get anywhere I wanted to go." "You simply lacked the charm," Dan said. "It takes charm to disarm, they always say. You should always touch a girl gently. Put your hand on her shoulder, rub her back softly. If she responds then you can slide down to her waist where your hands will be free to move around front and come up on the breasts from below." Steve was going back to blush mode and Dan quickly saw why. The boy's cock was standing straight up...and what a lovely sight indeed. "Your cock is very much like an external vagina in feeling," Dan said. He reached over towards it and stopped just short of contact. "May I?" Steve nodded his approval. Dan figured he was so turned on by the string of events leading to the bedroom that he didn't care anymore. Steve was in full on horny mode. Dan gently grasped the shaft and squeezed a drop of pre-cum to the tip. "If you gently rub the clitoris, even with her pants on, a girl will start to release hormones into her bloodstream. Your mind demanded that your cock get hard when it began to feel turned on by my words. I'm sorry, is this uncomfortable?" Steve nodded. "Yeah...a bit weird." A guy was holding his cock. "Sorry," Dan said, "its necessary. If you rub the tip of your cock with a finger it stimulates the nerve endings." He began to do just that and felt Steve's body stiffen. "If you rub too long it gets almost painful but still feels wonderful. I could create an orgasm doing just this but you would suffer a bit I'm afraid." "No...it doesn't hurt," Steve almost groaned. "Girls can have more than one orgasm, God are they lucky." "Guys can too, sometimes one right after the other. Eventually you can learn to hold back an orgasm." Dan's thumb was still rubbing, smearing pre-cum around the tip of Steve's cock as the boy oozed more in reaction. "Uh...it never felt like that before," Steve gasped. "Why am I reacting like this?" "Unfamiliar stimulation at the hand of another person," Dan said. "You should have jerked off with a few buddies. It's not like we're having sex but my hand is different, we always react strongly to a different touch. Can you feel it deep inside?" Steve nodded. "I feel it in my balls." Dan's thumb rubbed and Steve suddenly oozed a major amount of lubricant. "This clear fluid is a secretion men make to lubricate penetration. There's hardly any sperm in it, it's mostly from your prostate gland." "Prostate? What's that?" Steve asked. "I heard that word before." "I'll add it to the list. It's something you'll appreciate knowing about, believe me. Am I making you uncomfortable?" "Huh? No, it feels really good...I was just enjoying the sensation. You can stop if you want." "No, I want to show you what it means when something outside your body stimulates you." Dan had enough lube now so he closed his thumb and forefinger around the head of Steve's cock and began a gentle sliding up and down, stimulating the corona. "Oh...God...that's intense," Steve said. Dan was going slow, increasing the stimulation by gradual degrees. He felt the boy's body moving ever so slightly, pushing upwards towards the source of the good feelings. Steve probably wasn't even aware of doing it. "The vagina is like a tight ring that grasps at your cock until you push in deeper. The whole organ is like a muscle that can grasp and release your cock, giving you incredible feelings." Dan began to slide his circled fingers down below the head a bit more, resisting the urge to grasp the cock with his fist and be done with it. Steve's body was reacting in more ways then he could comprehend. Like most boys he'd never tried this slow approach to orgasm. More likely he grabbed himself and rubbed like hell until he came, what a waste. "Uh...Dan I'm starting to feel like I'm gonna cum," Steve said. "You want me to stop? Let's take you over the top and see what I can do from there, OK?" "Yeah...it feels awesome." Steve was more definite in his thrusting movement. Slimy fingers were stimulating the head, the corona and about two inches of his shaft now. The slow movement would aggravate, making him want more...faster...but Dan wouldn't let him have it. Dan was pretty amazed. In less than an hour they had gone from the 'I'm not gay' statement to Steve allowing a guy to stimulate his cock. The boy did see the value of learning from this, and Dan was planning to make it quite an education before he was through. So far it was working. Steve's cock head swelled...the first real sign of an impending orgasm. His breathing was faster, his body trembling with the anticipation of the coming event. Dan knew the head of this cock was ultra sensitive now, the nerve endings causing it to swell with blood. If he grasped the shaft and gave it three good strokes Steve would explode. He was that close. "I'm gonna cum, Dan...I feel it...ahhh....Oh shit here it....." Steve let out a mighty groan and his cock began to spurt. Only then did Dan grasp the shaft and allow Steve the ecstasy of a solid release. His balls were contracted up tight, giving hydraulic power to the release. Four huge spurts went up in the air and landed in his crotch hairs, on Dan's hand and everywhere else. Dan's fist stripped the remainder until just a mere trickle remained. He removed his hand and sat back. Steve sighed and seemed to melt into the mattress. It was the probably the best orgasm the boy had ever experienced...just what was needed. Steve looked over and grinned. "Damn...you sure made that good." "So are we past the weird stage now? I meant it to be different than any other way you ever masturbated...did I succeed?" "God yes...I never felt it like that before. Why was it so different?" Steve asked. "I gave your body time to enjoy the building sensations. Stimulating the one set of nerves that control everything, the head of your cock. By focusing on that one area I made it so sensitive you had to explode...you sure did that," Dan said. "I felt that deep down inside, even deeper than my balls. It was amazing. Uh...thanks." "So now you understand your body a bit more than you did ten minutes ago. You'll keep the memory and use it later. So how did it feel to have a gay guy jack you off?" "I'm sorry...I never should have brought the gay thing up. You didn't do anything I didn't want and you did ask me if it was OK first. Wow, my body is still shaking." "The chemical rush, adrenaline releases into your bloodstream as you build up to orgasm. Once you get off your body sends out other chemicals to slow you down. That's why guys usually lose their sexy feelings and get soft. Some guys take hours to get hard again." Steve laughed. "Well that sucks." Dan laughed. "Sometimes that works, sucking that is. The easiest way to overcome the dopy effect is to overpower it with a stronger stimulation. At some point you may find a girl who knows this. These are things I'm not sure you're ready to accept." "Sorry, Dan. You can't suck my cock." Dan grinned at him. "Won't do it even if you begged me to. But I can show you other things just as good." "Haven't we already done enough?" Steve asked. "We can stop for today if you want. Give that poor young body a chance to rest. When you're ready for the next lesson just let me know. But right now I think you need a shower to remove all that goo." Steve looked down at his crotch and laughed. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Dan pointed the way to the bathroom and promised to fetch a towel. He allowed Steve time to close the bathroom door and heard the water come on. His hand was covered with the boy's sperm. Dan dropped his pants and grasped his aching cock. Two dozen strokes lubricated with the boy's cum and he shot a load in his boxers. They were already soaking wet, Dan had oozed throughout the experience. Steve had been pretty brave today in allowing himself to be touched. Next time Dan wanted to stimulate the boy's prostate and have him experience an orgasm without even touching his cock. Now that would weird him out, but he would learn a great deal. There was only one minor detail. Dan wondered if the kid would allow a finger up his butt? With Steve it was all in the approach. Dan didn't try to get sexy with him; his own mind supplied enough of that kind of stimulation. But he seemed almost happy at having the experience. And he knew Dan was gay. What was really going on here? "Hey...where's that towel?" Steve yelled from the bathroom. Oops, daydreaming. Dan got him a towel and Steve walked back in the bedroom for his clothes. "You have a nice body, tennis must really agree with you," Dan said. "Yeah...I liked tennis...it was the coach I didn't get along with." "Oh, was he a bad coach, did he treat you poorly?" Steve turned around, shorts in hand. Dan smiled, the boy was flashing him. "No...he just didn't know when to stop looking at me," Steve said. "Oh...sorry," Dan said. Caught in the act. "Dan, it's OK...you're being gay doesn't bother me because I like you. That coach was just a pervert and a half around me." "Well, thanks...I guess. Until I met you I didn't know handsome boys like you had difficulty with the ladies. I just assumed everything was fine in paradise. You're a likeable guy, Steve...I'm glad we get along." Steve laughed. "Hmm, well we may have had sex but we're not dating, OK?" "Ok, no holding hands in public," Dan agreed. "Look, what you did today was...well I thought it was amazing," Steve said. "I don't know how it was supposed to help me find a girl, but I'll go along with it if you want to teach me more." "I want you to become more aware of your body and all its many pleasures. Once you get a grip on that there won't be any more surprises. You'll orgasm better and more often. Your body will be in control of itself because you know how it all works." "Better than what you did today? Wow, now you really got me interested," Steve smiled. "Next Saturday then?" "Sure, only this time I want you to stay the night, can you handle that?" Dan asked. "Yeah...OK." Steve finished dressing and came over to where Dan sat. The look in those eyes felt warm. "I trust you, Dan. I'm sure it's going to get weirder, but I'm gonna have to be prepared for that. I don't think you'll ever try to hurt me." Steve put out a hand and pulled Dan to his feet...then he hugged for only a moment. "I got a lot out of today, you deserve something back." He stood back and looked in Dan's face. "What?" Dan felt happy, his smile must have said all that. "I never met a boy quite like you, the hug meant a lot." He grinned. "So now you have a week to think up some new torture for my body, I'm sure you will." "Will you be OK with staying over? I'm not planning to sleep with you. I have a guest room...if you can crawl that far." They both laughed. "Looking forward to it," Steve said. Dan took Steve home, dropping him off a block away from the house. Typical suburban homes, neat lawns, nice cars. It was Steve that wasn't typical at all, he was an enigma. Chapter Two Dan had all week to think about Steve. And even after six days of contemplation he was still no closer to understanding the boy. If he thought of this as an experiment on Steve's part then he came up with one kind of answer. Maybe the boy was gay and hiding it. On the other hand, if he was straight then Steve was mighty damn kinky for a fifteen year old. Their Saturday play date arrived and Dan went to pick the boy up at the same place behind the mall. Of course he had spoken to Barry during the week but Steve's name never came up. No one seemed to know what the boy was doing, and that was a blessing. Dan arrived a little early and saw Steve at the curb...same white shorts. Only this time he also had a backpack. Steve opened the car door and slid in. "Maybe I was mistaken," Dan said. "I thought you lived in a nice neighborhood, but you only seem to have that one pair of shorts...are you poor?" Steve laughed. "No, I have others. But you seem to like looking at my ass in these so I wore them." "Oh, you did that just for me? How kind, but I like them better when they're off." "Don't you start perving on me." "Damn, and I was gonna start coaching tennis next week." They both laughed. "Are you hungry...its lunch time," Dan asked. "Yeah, but I can't go wandering around in these. Can I change first?" Steve asked. "I was hoping you brought some better clothes...yeah, change is good." Steve opened his pack and pulled out a pair of stone washed board shorts. Here they were on the main highway and he slipped the tiny shorts off and pulled on the new ones. Still no underwear, he must like freeballing. He put on a nice Polo shirt and the transformation was complete. "Better?" He asked. "Handsome boy just got more handsome," Dan said. "Aww, I bet you say that to all your boys," Steve laughed. "Nope...only one...and he's not mine." A few moments of silence, Steve was thinking...it must be a hard question. "Do you have guy friends...I mean gay ones you hang out with?" "A few, but most of the ones I've dated turned out to be disappointing. As I'm sure you know, being gay isn't popular." "But that's not who you are, it just means you like sex with guys. You're a fun person, Dan, and very smart ...I like that," Steve said. "Well, you're hired. No, most straight guys probably think I just want to jump their bones. Once they find out they just vanish. I have gay friends but they're all into that social scene at the bars...it's not for me." "It sounds a bit like me. Once kids at school found out I came from a private school they didn't want to be friends, they act like I'm some kind of snob." "So they don't even give you a chance?" Dan asked. "I mean, you're smart but you don't seem to use that against others. Sounds like their ignorance breeds prejudice." "Yeah, it's something like that. I'm glad I made friends with you," Steve said. Dan smiled. "I am too." He took Steve to the Trattoria for lunch. All boys loved Italian food. They were far enough in town that he knew they wouldn't be spotted by anyone Steve knew. The boy had good table manners and didn't shovel his food down. Dan caught himself watching, studying him. Lovely brown hair, deep green eyes, Steve was handsome as hell. Yes, he could be a friend. They were back at Dan's place by two and Steve flopped down on the couch. "Did you think up something good for me this time?" He asked. "I knew the answer to that last weekend, you just fizzled out too soon," Dan replied. "How straightedge are you?" "Uh, no smoking, drink or drugs. Oh, you mean with sex," Steve laughed. "I thought about some things, never tried them. You asking if I'm kinky?" "Maybe. I don't want you thinking about this the wrong way...have you ever played with your butt?" Steve did look a bit shocked, but he smiled. "Maybe, I fingered myself a little once while jerking off. It is sensitive back there, I do know that." "One of God's gifts to men is the prostate gland, which is buried up that rear end of yours. I don't mean to shock you, but I want you to experience the feelings it provides when stimulated," Dan said. "This isn't where you whip out your cock and ask to fuck me is it?" "No, that comes later," Dan laughed. "I would use only one finger to start with, and it's a massage technique that you'll enjoy very much, I can assure you of that." "That is kinky...no wonder you asked. What's it like...I mean, is it painful?" "No, far from that. Just think of your cock as the gun and the prostate as the trigger that makes it shoot," Dan said. "Wow, you make it sound so good." Steve smiled. "OK, I'm game." "I'll need to clean you out first, and you'll probably like that too. Shall we get started?" "Yeah...so why did you want me to spend the night?" "Because after your third or fourth orgasm I don't think you'll want to move very much." Steve laughed, "You're kidding?" Dan smiled and shook his head. The boy was hooked. They went into the bedroom and Steve began to undress. Dan loved the way that body revealed itself as he stripped down. Then Dan led him into the bathroom and told him to sit on the toilet. Enemas used to be such a messy affair, but not today. Dan had several disposable bottles on hand, the modern enema. Steve watched as he prepared the tube by smearing it with Vaseline. "You're gonna stick that up my butt?" "Yes, so much for all you ate for breakfast today," Dan said. "This is weird, Dan." "No, it's a medical procedure, been used for centuries to flush out your lower intestines. All you will feel is a little pressure, but if you relax it will do the work quickly." Dan bent the boy over and made him slide off the toilet onto all fours. This was his favorite part. He rubbed Steve's little anus until the opening relaxed. "Relax...this won't hurt, I promise." He slid the tube into the opening and it sunk in nicely, Steve was relaxed. A gentle squeeze on the bottle gave a measured dose. Once empty Dan removed the tip and told Steve to sit back down on the toilet. The boy smiled as the water started to evacuate his bowels. "Damn, that was fast," he said. "No worries, no mess," Dan replied as the bowels seemed finished. Steve sat for a few minutes, but he was done. "Now hop in the shower so we can wash you back there." "We?" Steve said. "OK, you...sorry." "Do you shower with guys too?" Steve asked. "Yeah, when I want my back washed," Dan said. "You can shower with me if you want." "Isn't that a little too gay for you?" Dan asked. "I have to be naked you know." "Well, duh...I shower at school with dozens of boys. Bet you'd like that scene." "OK, just this once. I'll let you perv my ass," Dan said. Steve turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to his liking. When he turned around Dan was naked. He couldn't help it; he checked it all out and raised an eyebrow. "Whoa, nice abs, Dan." But he was looking at Dan's cock. It was a bit larger than his, enough to be impressive. They climbed in the shower and had that awkward moment. Where should hands go, what should they look at? Dan soaped a washcloth and told Steve to turn around. Starting at the neck Dan worked his way down. He could tell, Steve was enjoying it too. "Not exactly like your locker room shower is it?" Dan asked. "Hmm, no...you know how to make me feel good," Steve replied. Dan scrubbed the boy's pits and worked his way down. Long ago he had decided to make love to those creamy globes of flesh. Now he could caress them and make them shine. "Bend over, Steve," Dan asked. His compliance gave Dan another view of that sweet hairless pucker. God he had a wonderful body, but Dan really liked this one spot. Soaping the boy's ass, he rubbed up and down the crack and paid special attention to the hole. Dan was hard as a rock by the time he was done. There was nothing to stop it. Steve stood back up and turned around. Their cocks dueled for a moment, they were that close. Dan reached out a soapy hand and grasped Steve's cock watching his face the whole time. The boy sighed and closed his eyes. Dan took a chance and laid his cock beside Steve's, grasping them both. Steve's eyes opened and he looked down, rolled his eyes and then smiling, his eyes closed again. Dan held their cocks and felt Steve begin pumping into his hand. They could both get off this way, but he knew something better. Dan reached for the shampoo bottle and squirted a generous dose on his stomach and crotch. Steve was watching now as Dan lifted both their cocks straight up and smiled. "Hug me, Steve." The boy's hands went around Dan and their bodies pressed together. Steve's cock dug into his stomach and slid in the shampoo. Once their cocks were trapped Dan reached around and pulled their bodies tight, pressing his cock into the boy's flesh as he grasped Steve's butt cheeks. The boy got the idea immediately and started to rub. It went slowly at first, lovingly almost. Steve's body humped against his, cocks rubbing and the feelings made them both shudder. Steve laid his head on Dan's shoulder and they stood there fucking. It was the closest thing to real Dan could give him. The feelings swept through them, and Dan leaned back against the wall as the tempo increased. Steve's breathing got harsher as he fucked himself against Dan's stomach. Orgasm wasn't far off; they had to be nearing the edge. And then deep in his throat Steve gave this little moan, the first sign of his passion. Steve gasped as Dan's cum gushed out against his stomach, and he let out a groan. Dan moaned with delight and pulled Steve's butt cheeks apart, running a finger across his little pucker. That did it, Steve groaned loudly as his cum flew out between them. The humping came to a stop but they held tightly to one another until the passions began to subside. "Wow, Dan," Steve said, his face pressed into Dan's chest. "Fucking wow." Dan stroked the boy's head and held him tight. "Closest thing to a fuck I can give you...it was incredible." Steve raised his head and smiled. "It was fair, we both got off. Might say that was a bit gayer than I wanted, but once we got started I was going with it." "I took a chance, looks like we both won," Dan said. "Sorta derailed your big plans, huh?" Steve asked. "Nope, that's only number one...you'll see. Now you better take a piss if you can, might be a while before you can walk back in here." They rinsed off the soap and dried. Steve's cock was still in that semi-rigid state...the next move was Dan's. He took up a washcloth and held it under the faucet, something to clean his hands later on. Dan spread a large beach towel out on the bed. Steve lay face down in the middle of it as Dan turned on the stereo and chose several CD's to set the mood. Softly the strains of the Moody Blues filled the background. From a drawer in the nightstand Dan selected a small bottle of scented oil for the massage and the tube of KY for that special place inside. He opened the bottle of oil and crawled up on the bed beside the boy. "First we'll begin with a gentle massage," Dan said quietly. "That will take me quite a while so you relax...you might even fall asleep so don't be embarrassed. I'll work every muscle in your body before I'm done and bring you to the most relaxed state you've ever experienced." Steve sighed as Dan applied the oil to his hands to warm it and began to spread it across the boy's shoulders. The scent of Sandalwood filled the air around them and they breathed in the wonderful aroma. Dan spread the oil around, slid his hands to Steve's neck and began. The art of massage teaches patience and persistence, for the practitioner and the patient alike. Nothing could be hurried as one stage followed another. Dan's fingers felt skin but his mind felt the structure of the body beneath that outer layer, it was to this level that he addressed his attentions as he spoke quietly. "Muscle runs through the human body in patterns. Bundles of muscle fiber crisscross the skeleton allowing our movement to be fluid and graceful. Our strength is derived from the healthy state of these cords, allowing us to flex and bend, and even stand." Steve's body was still in development, he was strong and agile, although still a bit gangly and awkward as he reached out for the final goal of adulthood. He would grow a few more inches before being mature and that meant his skeleton would continue to build bone structure. Now Dan could stretch and elongate the muscles, causing blood to rush to the scene of stimulation and feed the cells. Dan's fingers dug deep into the boy's neck and upper shoulders, and he felt Steve begin to relax, melting into the bed as he worked. Steve's breathing pattern changed as the body demanded more oxygen to feed those engorged blood cells. Dan knew the chemistry of it, but he also knew it felt divine. Somewhere beneath his body Steve's cock was growing, stretching out full length as those caressing fingers created a total body high unlike anything he had ever experienced. His mind would feel the pleasure of that erection created by Dan's touch, and yet he would know this wasn't sexual. Such was the nature of the feelings Dan was creating throughout his entire body. Dan spent a long time on Steve's back, working the oil into the skin and allowing the heat to build up. If the boy went with the flow his body would be in such a relaxed state that he might just orgasm without being touched. But Dan would feel that impending function and could stop it from happening. Too soon and it would spoil the pleasure. Dan worked to the waist and back up the spine, Steve sinking lower and lower in the bed as he was pressed downwards. Dan moved to the left and took Steve's hand, starting with the fingers. The palm was a particularly erogenous zone and Dan pressed there until the boy almost groaned with pleasure. Maybe it was just a breath, but it made Dan smile. He worked up the wrist to the elbow and then back towards the shoulder. Steve's arm was limp and rubbery from the touch as Dan finally lay it back down and moved to the right side. He repeated the same massage over there. "God...I feel like I'm floating," Steve whispered. "Shh...Go with the feeling," Dan replied. With his upper body limp as a dishrag, Dan moved between Steve's legs and down to the foot of the bed. Most boys have ticklish feet but by now the senses were dulled; Steve was too relaxed to care what was done. Dan picked up the left leg and began to work Steve's toes and the arch of his foot. Again, the foot is full of nerve endings like the hand, and the rubbing produces a deep erotic feeling. The manipulations of that left leg, calf and thigh moved Steve's body in a subtitle way. Dan was spreading the boy open, exposing his most hidden treasure. He spent a good while on that one leg until it too felt limp in his hands. And then he laid it down to the left. Dan went after the right leg, again moving Steve's legs apart until he could plainly see the object of his deepest desires. And as he rubbed this foot and ankle he looked up into the cleft and studied Steve's asshole. He was first drawn to a boy's cock, the bulge always being so prominent and inspiring to begin with...but Dan was a real ass man. Much has been written about a boy's ass and from memory Dan compared this one to the dozens he'd seen over the years. The first thing he noticed was the lack of hair growing back there. Some boys developed a line of hair running from their scrotum down to their anus which quickly became forested with a curly pubic growth, but not Steve. It was delightful to be able to see the texture of his skin in such a hidden place. The fuzz of his body surrounded the anal opening and the darker contrasting skin color of his anus set it off wonderfully. Dan stared at the gentle folds of skin that hid the sphincter, that muscle of last resort. Once it was conquered, there was no stopping entry, but if a boy resisted...if he didn't relax, nothing good could happen. In a few minutes Steve would know Dan's intentions; it would be his choice to make. Either he allowed entry and went to heaven on a wave of ecstasy or this lesson was over. Dan finished the right leg and lay it down far apart from its twin. Now that luscious ass was spread wide and he moved up between the boy's knees. Steve was caught up in the bliss, his mind far away from the reality of his physical self laying on a gay man's bed. From the pattern of his breathing Dan was sure he was darn near asleep and that was fine. His touch resumed on Steve's lower back and around his flanks, dragging fingers along his hip and downwards to the thighs. Dan's hands felt energized, his fingers tingled from the workout and the rush he was beginning to feel. Dan's cock had been stiff for some minutes once he began to gaze at the Steve's ass. It was obscene the way he derived such pleasure from a boy's ass. The curve of those muscular globes always gave him the deepest thrill. Steve was about to experience his deepest thrill to date. Dan could not explain what he was going to experience; the boy had to be shown. Dan's hands slid onto Steve's butt cheeks, two bundles of muscle worthy of great attention. He worked his way from the outside towards the core, his thumbs sliding into the groove between thigh and butt. He was pressing the boy's cock into the towel but Steve was beyond caring, his mind was experiencing nirvana. It would take little effort for Dan to just to lean down and place his tongue on that anus, but it would startle the boy. No, he had to resist the temptation and do only what they had agreed to do. But as his hands were working towards the center; it was time to change the lubricant. Dan wiped the oil off his hands and picked up the KY. He applied a dribble of the liquid directly on Steve's anus and as expected the boy probably didn't even feel it. Now he lay his hands flat on Steve's ass cheeks and began to rub once again, only this time his thumbs began to track the crease, sliding across the hole. Dan spread Steve's knees a bit and watched the boy's body for some reaction to the intended intrusion. If Steve consciously felt the need to resist he never showed it, he was going to allow the next lesson to begin. Dan replaced his thumbs with a single finger of his left hand, rubbing directly on the opening. The stimulation produced an immediate reaction; Steve's anus seemed to open like a flower on a spring morning. Slowly he pushed the finger in, pausing as the first knuckle and then the second sank into the moist heat. No tenseness, not a bit of resistance...was Steve conscious? Dan was well through the sphincter when Steve gave a gentle moan. Oh, he was aware...and accepting. Dan slid forward until he had three inches of finger inside. Steve's body moved, pressing back against the intrusion and allowing Dan to fully seat his digit in the boy's bowels. He curled that finger slightly downward and felt the prostate. It was time to begin. Dan proscribed lazy little circles around the tight bundle of nerves and Steve groaned, much louder now. "Roll over Steve...if you can," Dan said. Steve moved a bit and managed a slow roll onto his side. Dan lifted his leg and raised it, ducking under until he could complete the move onto his back. The finger moved with him and Dan rolled his wrist over to keep steady pressure on the prostate. Dan moved up closer, using his free hand to raise Steve's right leg onto his shoulders, the boy moved the left all by himself. As expected his cock was rigid as a pole and probably had been for quite some time. Dan rubbed the nerves again and Steve gasped. "Oh...God...that feels awesome," he managed, followed by another groan of pleasure. Dan began to slide his finger back and forth, side to side as the sphincter relaxed and gave him room to play. On a whim he laid a second finger beside the first and moved back inside. Steve didn't even seem to mind, but his cock did. It would be so easy to lean down and take that stiffness in his mouth, but Dan knew that would turn this into a sex scene instead of a scientific endeavor. He didn't know if Steve was fooled by the talk, he had to know he was being finger fucked ...whatever excuse he wanted Dan would allow. Steve's body moved with the thrust of Dan's fingers, his eyes closed to shut out the sight of a guy between his legs. There could be no denial of the actions, Steve was getting into it. His prostate had to be sending him wild signals; his cock sure looked swollen enough and ready to explode. If he'd allow, a cock would slide into him without much resistance at this moment. Dan was already dripping with lubricant, his level of excitement not far behind the boy's. "Oh...uhh...Dan," Steve moaned, his body twitching and his ass seemed to come off the mattress. Up and up, driving those fingers in to the max, filling his ass with pleasure. "Oh...God....ahhh," Steve almost screamed. Dan looked down and the boy's cock throbbed, expanded and began to spurt. Great pulses of cum shot out of him, flying towards his face, splattering his chin and neck. Dan counted, three...four...five blobs of white goo went airborne and painted Steve's body. He stopped the movement of his hand but held the fingers in place. Steve's cock oozed and bubbled cum in a pool on his belly as the boy melted back onto the bed. He slid his legs off Dan's shoulders and opened his eyes, staring up with a grin on his face. "Fuck...never did that before...incredible." Dan smiled back at him, not saying a word to spoil the moment. "You gonna leave those fingers there all afternoon?" Steve asked. Dan laughed. "You'll miss me when I'm gone." Slowly he slid the fingers out and Steve made a grimace. "Oh, God...see what you mean, I feel empty." He groaned. "I can barely move, what did you do to me?" "I fed your body a rich diet of oxygen with that massage, it's out to lunch, be back later." Dan grinned at his joke. "You'll live." Slowly Steve sat up and looked down at Dan's hand resting on the towel. The fingers were glistening with the KY and the slime from his gut. "Huh? Testing to see if your cock will fit up there?" "It will...your choice though, not mine," Dan said. Steve grinned and then said the most unexpected thing. "Maybe, if you're a good boy." Dan gazed at him and they stared at one another. What was going on here? Did Steve want him to...was he teasing? Dan had no answers and knew the boy wouldn't tell him. "That prostate is some G-spot," Steve said. "Yeah, you pulled the trigger all right. Look at this mess." "You look beautiful...glorious," Dan said. Dan reached out and swiped a blob of cum off Steve's chin, holding it up for his inspection. "Essence of Steve," Dan said, and then stuck the finger in his mouth. Steve's eyes got wide and he shook his head. "Do I taste good?" Dan swiped another blob off Steve's neck and held it up. "Care to try it?" Steve looked at the finger and then back up. It was like a dare, he knew where Dan was coming from. He opened his mouth and sucked on the finger, tonguing his cum off. Dan held the finger in Steve's mouth as he sucked on it and then the boy began to laugh. "You are so wicked and weird. I never met anyone like you, Dan." "My purpose in life is to expand your horizons, let you see the possibilities that exist. How we do it is up to you. Damn, you are one sexy boy; did I ever tell you that?" "No...but I see it in your eyes every time you look at me...thanks." They hit the shower together, seems this was going to be the norm from now on. Steve's comfort level had gone up...way up. Dan was beginning to expect there was a whole lot more to this boy than meets the eye. But he was patient; Steve would do things at his own pace. They settled on the couch for some naked television and watched a film on cable. The effects of the massage were still upon him and Steve lay down with his head in Dan's lap. With a pillow under his head Steve soon fell asleep. Dan had no interest in the film, not with a beautiful naked boy virtually in his lap. Steve's body lay stretched out, giving a lovely view of his crotch. The question nagged, was he gay...did he have feelings he couldn't understand? Fifteen was a difficult time of life, not quite a man and yet feeling loftier than a boy. If he harbored sexual feelings about himself too hard to discuss then this was all acting out. Dan had played perfectly into Steve's hands with this scientific approach; it was a great smokescreen, allowing him to explore his sexuality without giving it a label. Yes, and he was clever enough to have figured that out. Steve was of above average intelligence, probably made good grades and had his parents completely fooled. But he was a good kid, not into being a typical delinquent like many of his peers. His brown hair covered his ears but Dan gazed down at the boy's neck and the small knob of his Adam's apple sticking out at his throat. His body seemed sensual, begging for attention...and that formed the idea. The next step would be to get him to realize the sensuality of the human body. Dan knew how to raise the passion level, now it was time to see if Steve could return the favor. It wasn't like asking for a blow job, but he would ask for a kiss. Just the thought of his lips caressing that slender neck gave Dan an erection. Good thing Steve had that pillow under his head; it would have poked an eye out. Dan let him sleep for an hour and then decided he had to prepare some dinner. He slid his body out from under the pillow and laid Steve's head gently on the couch. There was something Dan didn't like about cooking in the buff, so he put on a pair of shorts. Out on the back deck he fired up the gas grill. Steaks and salad, with a side order of baked French fries...everything a growing boy ought to have. Although nutrition didn't seem to be one of Steve's problems. His body was fit, his skin clear of those pesky adolescent hang ups...he was the perfect little man. Dan's life had been full of relationships. But the minute he fell for a boy it seemed the kid was already packing to leave. Most of them had been older than Steve, a very few younger. But this wasn't a relationship like any of the others; in fact it wasn't a relationship at all in his eyes. There were definite feelings for Steve, warm thoughts beyond the physical attraction. Would that shock him...would the boy feel repelled? He enjoyed the attention, the friendship...but what if it became more? Dan placed the steaks on the grill and went back to pull the fries from the oven. He would have to wake Steve shortly; he didn't even know how to cook the boy's meat. But Dan finally heard a yawn from the living room and Steve came stumbling into the kitchen to join him. "You cooking?" he asked. "Yeah, how do you like your meat?" Dan responded. "How do you like it?" Steve replied. The innuendo game was on. "I like mine hard and raw," Dan said. "And full of cream, I bet," Steve smiled. "But I like my steak medium rare, will that do for you?" Steve nodded. "I fell asleep, why didn't you wake me?" "You looked so peaceful laying there, I couldn't wake Sleeping Beauty." Dan walked over and stood before him, leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "There you are, now you can wake up." Steve smiled. "I think you'd make a fine prince, but that kiss left a lot to be desired." "Oh, don't go there. I can kiss up a storm with the right person. But then that gets me started on other things you don't even want to know about." He walked out to turn the steaks and stopped Steve before he walked out on the deck. "Forget something, nature boy?" Steve ran back inside for his shorts and then returned. "Sorry, that was foolish." "I sure don't mind, but the neighbors might, they're not used to seeing naked boys." They had dinner, resumed their seats on the couch and watched a nature program on cable. Steve seemed perfectly content, ready for a quiet evening. He got up for a drink and sat back down, closer this time. Dan put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a squeeze, he smiled. "You like affection, that's good," Dan said. "Yeah, my parents aren't the hugging kind. We get along; they take care of me and all..." "Just not the affection you crave?" Dan said, finishing his sentence. "Nope. But I know this guy who can't keep his hands off me, which makes up for it." "I want to hug you now," Dan said. Steve looked and then moved right over. Dan put his arms around the boy and squeezed. Steve turned his body and straddled Dan's lap. Their faces were close together; did this mean he wanted a kiss? This was better than Dan expected and slowly he began kissing Steve's neck. Steve pulled back and gazed into Dan's eyes. "You like that kissing thing a lot...I don't know much about that." "Do you want me to show you?" Dan asked. Steve smiled and nodded. "Close your eyes." Dan said. He kissed Steve's forehead and his cheeks, his eyes and his nose. Then Dan kissed his lips... gently...softly. Steve leaned in, pressing their lips together. Finally Steve pulled back with a gasp. "Damn...that's gonna turn me on," he said. "Is that a bad thing? You're a passionate young man; a lot of things turn you on." "Yeah...but kissing a guy is kinda weird." He smiled, "You do have soft lips." "OK, Steve, I'm gonna kiss you again and things will happen. You kiss real well and that turns you on, but you think that's weird. When are we going to get past that weird part? You like everything we've done so far, I did too. I want to do more with you...a lot more, but know what's really weird? You want me to do it." Steve closed his eyes and sighed. "Yeah...the weird is starting to go away, Dan. I trust you not to hurt me, you never lie to me...I'm being selfish." "Saying its weird is a way for you to keep the real feelings hidden, isn't it, Steve? I don't need to name what those feelings might be, you already know...and so do I." "I...I just can't be...I don't wanna be..." Steve stammered. "You're a handsome boy who seeks affection and love...that's all it needs to be right now. I'm the one who's so fortunate that you chose me to care about, to share these things with you. It's our little secret, yours and mine...and no one else will ever know unless you tell them. But let's stop fooling ourselves...I care about you, Steve. I want what we have to mean everything in the world to you and I want you to care too." "Oh God," Steve said. His face fell and tears came to his eyes. He threw himself at Dan's neck and hugged, holding on for dear life. There were sobs and Dan tried to comfort him. It wasn't pain; it was fear that made him cry. He was afraid of his feelings...his gay feelings, and Dan knew that road only too well. "You're so safe with me, sweetie," Dan cooed in his ear. Steve's body was racked by sobs, but through the tears Dan felt that their relationship had changed. It made him feel weak, Steve had been overwhelmed. No one had ever touched Steve this way. But hope arose from this misery. Dan hoped they could forge these feelings into something special that would be theirs alone. It was not romantic love they shared, maybe in time. But it was a caring...a sharing born of need. His and mine, Dan thought. He could think of no better reason for them to be together. If they could survive, if they worked hard to share the feelings, then it would happen...it would develop into love and be the kind of love they both needed. Dan let the boy cry long after he gained control of his emotions, and soon Steve became quiet. Dan knew he would be embarrassed at his emotional outburst and think it childish. But it was dear and wonderful, a catharsis his spirit needed very much. Now he could be shown reason and kindness, for Steve alone could be the judge of where they took all this. Steve sat up and looked at Dan's face and then leaned up to kiss him. It was the most passionate kiss the boy could muster. Dan hugged him tight, trying to match his passion and they both pulled away gasping. "Uh...so you're not mad at me, are you? I mean the game just got so real I couldn't pretend any more, Dan. I wanted you from that first day we met, but I just couldn't..." "It's easy to say the words, Steve, understanding the feeling takes a lifetime. Being gay isn't the end of the world; we're very much a part of the human race...the best part in fact." "But I played with you...I made up lies, aren't you mad?" "No. You did it for a good reason and I played back just as hard. The way I see it we both come out winners," Dan said. "Well no more games, no more pretending," Steve said. "I want to do everything, I want to do it for you and I want you to make sure I'm the best when we do it." Dan smiled. "You already have the hard part down, you are the best...the rest will be easy." "Then what are we waiting for?" Steve said. Dan grinned and said only one word. "Insatiable." Chapter Three The pretense was gone...they were lovers now. For Steve that would mean learning how men pleased one another, for Dan it was learning to be patient. Now Steve wanted to do it all and he wanted it right now. Fortunately better judgment would prevail. Dan worried about spending more time with Steve...what would Barry think? He didn't think his nephew would out Steve at school or to the others, they were too close for that. But Steve was worried what everyone thought and Dan knew that would cause issues if they were discovered. Issues, things like the fact that he had an illegal relationship with a fifteen year old boy. His sister would go ballistic if she ever found out. Most of the boyfriends had been legal and she'd met a few, but now this thing with Steve...no way could he let her find out. Dan was a little over twice Steve's age and yet felt just as young and giddy about their relationship as if he were still a teenager. But the one thing teenagers could do was have sex all night long; Dan was facing his limitations when it came to keeping up with Steve. Kissing only seemed to leave them both wanting more. Like a small child Steve straddled Dan's hips as he was carried back to the bedroom. Dan managed to drop his shorts after fishing the condoms and small bottle of lube out of the pocket, then tossed them on the bed. Now there was no denying that they were two guys in deep lust as Dan lay him on the mattress, pulled off his shorts and pressed his cock into Steve's stomach. They had to slow down or their first full joining would be quick on Dan's part and painful on Steve's. Dan held Steve's arms down and tongued his skin, starting at the neck and working his way down the smooth hairless chest. The boy's nipples were like soft pink targets drawing him in, making him want to suck and nibble both before he could do anything else. The science of what they'd done was gone, now it was all driven by passion and Dan excelled in that dimension. Steve was fortunate to have him as a teacher. Someone less experienced might hurt the boy, might push the envelope to the breaking point...but not Dan. And when Steve's cock finally slid down Dan's throat he looked up and saw Steve's eyes full of passion and...something else which he could only describe as desire. Steve watched the sucking, it was thrilling, and like a performer Dan did his very best to entertain. But just sucking the boy to an orgasm wasn't enough, it was time to show Steve what sex really felt like. Dan sucked the length and then slurped his way right off the end, allowing it to slap back down on Steve's stomach. "Oh God...why'd you stop? I was getting there," Steve said. "Yeah, I could feel that...I don't want it to be that easy. I want to rock your world and give you something to remember, this is a special night," Dan said. With a little smile Dan raised the boy's legs and took those fat balls in his mouth. Steve groaned and laid his head back on the pillows. All mine, Dan thought...all mine. The urge to deflower the boy that very second was strong and he would in just a few moments if Steve allowed, but first things first. Dan allowed his saliva to drool down Steve's balls and into the crease below, and then his tongue followed it right down into the crack. Soft fine hairs surrounded the target and Dan swept right past them and tongued his way right into the core of Steve's being. The groan that produced was long and sexy, Steve loved it. Dan pushed the boy's legs back until his knees almost rested on his chest and then feasted on his ass. Steve responded by opening wide to allow greater pleasure. Two minutes of that and Dan could feel Steve's body tremble, he was hot, loaded with passion and there was no time like the present. Dan searched the bed covers for the condoms and pulled them towards him. Steve's feet were on Dan's back, while that incessant tongue was still buried in him. Dan covered his erection first with a condom and then with a squirt of lube, and now he was ready. "I won't hurt you...but you're ready as hell for this." "You're going to fuck me...oh yeah, I want to feel it...go on," Steve said. Dan pressed his cock against the hole and leaned down a bit until he felt the pressure. Gazing into Steve's eyes he looked for rejection and found none. All he could see was the blaze of passion and so Dan fed it, one inch at a time. Steve would grimace a little and Dan would pause to allow him to get used to the fullness. And every time he saw that contented smile he would move in deeper. "Oh fuck...it feels huge," Steve gasped. "Relax...you can handle it, your body is adjusting," Dan said. "This is the hard part I guess...," And Steve stopped talking to groan. Dan took five minutes to fully seat his cock, but then he was all the way in and Steve was still smiling. "You got all of me, sweetie...now comes the fun part," Dan said. Steve reacted as expected, he groaned and moaned as Dan slowly withdrew, stopping only with an inch still embedded. "Don't pull out...don't..." And then Steve trembled and sucked in his breath as Dan slid back in. "Oh yeah...fuck that feels so damn good," Steve hissed. A slow steady in and out could have been the way their first experience ended but Steve cranked it up a notch. Dan slid in and the boy grabbed his face, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips ground together and Steve's hands slid down to Dan's butt, pulling him in hard, tight and getting every inch he could. Steve came up for air. "Yeah, it's good...I can't believe you're all the way inside of me." "Your turn coming up next, if you want it," Dan said. "Oh yeah, I gotta know what it feels like." Dan backed out and began to move faster. "It feels like a hot boy's bottom, and when I'm done you'll beg for more." "Oh God...yeah, fuck me good," Steve moaned. Dan felt the climax approaching, he wouldn't put it off. But he was moving at a good pace now, Steve was going wild, and when he was done Dan knew the boy would get his. Just a few more strokes...and then Dan groaned with his orgasm which made Steve grin. Dan lay down panting, and Steve showed his appreciation for all that hard work with a couple of sloppy wet kisses. Dan sat up and nodded, handing Steve a condom. "Do your best on me, you earned it," He said. Steve rolled the condom on and sat up. No post sexual lethargy here, Dan could see the boy was rarin to go. Ah the resiliance of youth, he was gonna get fucked good and hard. Dan lay down and Steve grabbed his legs. "I won't hurt you, promise," He grinned, and raised the legs up high. Dan gasped as Steve lowered his head and began to lick his asshole, that was unexpected. But God it felt good, the boy was a risk taker. But the licking didn't go on long, Steve was too hot to wait. He squirted the lube and pressed his cock against Dan. With eyes closed to savor the moment, Steve slid in without hesitation and kept on pushing until he was all the way home. "Oh fuck...it's hot in there," The boy groaned, and then he began to move. It could have taken three minutes, but Steve lasted almost ten. The ride he took varied in speed and intensity, but when he was done Dan knew he'd been fucked well and good, beginner's luck. This time Steve groaned and filled the condom before collapsing. "Damn...damn," Steve was panting hard. "Three times in one day, that was a pretty damn good finale," Dan said. He took a hand towel and removed the condom from Steve's cock, watching it slowly deflate. "Oh yeah, I never felt anything like that before. You know, I never thought getting fucked would feel that good." Dan chuckled. "You were too busy trying to convince me you were chasing girls." "Yeah...sorry," Steve said. "You know how it is, all I've ever seen is negative shit about being gay." "You might still be straight, you haven't tried anything with a girl yet." "Oh you are not right, what did we just do?" Steve laughed. "You just had your first real sexual encounter, but with a man. Are you saying if a sweet young lady walked up to you next week and said she wanted your cock that you'd refuse?" "Um...I don't think that's gonna happen," Steve said. "And why not?" Dan asked. "Because of you...I'm not looking at anything else." "Aww, that's sweet. What a great little stud you are," Dan said. "Yeah, I am," Steve said with a smile, looking down at his erection. "Damn...again?" Dan said. "You did say four, didn't you?" "Oh My God..." * * * * * I offer this story in tribute to 'Steve,' another very real person from the past. My nephew was very sick during that beach trip and equally anxious, once he felt better, to wring some enjoyment out of the few days we had left. I suppose I need to thank him for introducing me to 'Steve,' for I've never met another boy quite so forthcoming about his true feelings. The activities in this story are fiction, I only saw 'Steve' with his clothes off one time. That was at the swimming pool locker room and not in my bedroom. I certainly don't have a mirrored ceiling in there either. But I did get to see the entire boy, a delightful vision. He wasn't ashamed of his body at that age; he had everything to be proud of. We did in fact joke about his endowment and he complained about how little use it got except by his own hand. His forthright expressions of such personal information made him a decent companion over the years until he went off to college. As for the shorts, they were very real and he filled them out so nicely. They became the focus of a good deal of humor between us and he knew how they affected me. Imagine my surprise when the summer before he left for school 'Steve' gave them to me as a memento. I don't know anyone else who would have the courage to wear them, but I still have them just in case. They inspire warm thoughts of a most remarkable boy, not gay, but such a free spirit I could not help but love his being. Thanks kid.