Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2003 19:11:09 -0600
From: Enderholm
Subject: Tim

 All events described herein, are simply the result of my imagination.
 Any similarities to any person is purely coincidental, and no effort
 has been made to create any similar situation.
		Enderholm

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     	Tim was a first for me. Not the first kid I ever became involved
with, but a first in many other ways. He was standing by the end of the
bridge as I drove into town, one cool cloudy day. I hardly noticed him in
the rush of traffic, since this was an area where many homeless people
frequented. If he had been taller, appearing to be older, or standing
straight, I might have continued on my way.
	Hunkered into himself from being cold is a stance of many of the
homeless, even during a warm afternoon. Being in an odd location with no
obvious purpose is another indicator of a castaway.  Dirty clothes, no cap
and hair flying, all signs of someone living on the street. He was wearing
a heavy coat, but with wet shoes, nothing could keep him warm. He wasn't
hitching or in any way asking for help from the many cars passing, but one
look and it was plain that he needed some.
          I drove another two blocks, and have no real idea why, but I
circled the block and returned for another look at him. I got that better
look, and recognized that little detail that caught my attention. He didn't
have any baggage with him, no shopping cart, no duffel or grocery sack
stuffed with small possessions. I think that was why I decided that here
was some one I could help.
	I was prepared then, when I came back across the bridge, and got
stopped about two car lengths beyond him. He misunderstood my first motions
to him and backed away. Then as I kept waving and beckoning to him, he
stepped up beside the car.
	As he looked in the window, I motioned once more for him to get in,
but he straightened up to look over the top of the car, then at the
approaching traffic. A long look at cars coming out of town, and then he
opened the door.
	I started to ask if he wanted help, but changed it. Instead I
asked, "Do you want to get in and get warm ?" He hesitated and asked, "Are
you a cop ?"  I assured him I wasn't, but his tired brown eyes still held a
distrustful glint, pretty much like meeting a cat in a narrow hallway. He
still looked unsure as he slowly got in, and kept his hand on the door
handle for the first few minutes.
	 I flipped the heater on high, though it was plenty warm in the
car, and placed the gear selector in park to give him additional assurance
that I wasn't abducting him.
	After a few minutes he sat back from rubbing his hands in the flow
of warm air and seemed to relax a bit. He said, or mumbled, "Thanks
mister".
	I answered in as quiet a voice, "'S okay, you looked cold.  I'm
George Almi. Who're you?"
	"Tim..."  No last name, huh ?  Oh well, the time I ran away from
home, I'd done the same, and I could still remember the desperation of
being alone and not knowing what to do next..
	I lit a cigarette and offered him one, held the lighter for him,
then asked, "I suppose you might be hungry too ?"
   	"Huh ?"  Food was never far from a kid's thoughts, but he was
trying to act older than he was. Another indication that he had run away
from home. "Yeah, a little bit."
	I thought he was calm enough to proceed, so I eased the car into
traffic, going on into town. Getting close to the McDonalds, I pointed to
it and asked, "You want to go inside or eat in the car ?"
	"I donno", he said, "I used all my money."
	"I'll pay, but if you want to go in, I'll have to park. Which is
it?" I'm not a prude but I didn't want to go in and stand beside him and
have people wonder which of us was smelling like that.
	"Uhhh, drive thru is okay." he replied.
	In front of the menu box he rattled off what he wanted so fast that
I asked him to repeat it, but before he could, the guy inside rattled it
right back to us, and he laughed at my confusion. I realized that he was a
pretty good looking kid under the dirt and despair.  So then I ordered for
me and we went on to get our food.
	I pulled back on the road to go to walmart for my groceries, but
two blocks later he was still holding the closed bag on his lap. Seeing
this, I turned into the safeway store and right in to a parking place.
	Then I told him, "Son, I hope all you're doing is keeping your
pecker warm with that bag, because if you're thinking that I'll let you
keep it all, I have a surprise for you."
	"Oh.., Ah, I..,"
	"Yeah, well gimmie the bag.", and I lifted it off his lap. I dug
out his big mac, his fries, his fried pie, his quarter pounder, and then
found my fish sandwich.  Maybe he thought, since I only had one thing to
eat, that I'd take some of his. Any way, he ate all that and his shake
before I was done with my little sandwich and coffee, but I'd had
breakfast.
	I wasn't as surprised as I acted. When he was completely finished,
I told him that I was going in to get my groceries and he asked if he
should come in to. I didn't need the help, and I would be bothered by his
being with me so I told him no, but I did it tactfully. What I said was
that he should stay in the car and stay warm.
	I didn't hurry through my shopping, and in the check out line I
couldn't see him in the car. I didn't keep anything in the car, so I wasn't
bothered that he might have taken any thing, but I was disappointed that he
hadn't waited for me to return. When I got to the car, he was slumped down,
dozing. Packing in the groceries woke him, and he sat up a little as I got
in, but was zonked out again, before the first stop light. He woke up again
when I stopped at the bridge where I had picked him up. Rubbing his eyes,
he looked around and asked, "where we at ?"
	"At the bridge where I got you. You want out here, or some where
else ?"
	"Ohh... Uhh, I dunno. Where you going ?"
	"Home."
	"Ohh, where's that ?"
	"I live out in Bardale."
	"Ohh.. is it far ?"  He was prolonging his stay in the warm car,
and I caught a good look at the depth of his desperation. He 'd bumped the
wall hard.
	"No, about a mile that way, and then three blocks over."
	"Ohh.", and he was now silent, but still not making any move to get
out of the car. So I fished out cigarettes, one for me and one for him. I
didn't mind just sitting here along side the road, but sure didn't want a
cop to stop to see if I had a problem. He might recognize all the signs
that tim was a runaway.  We smoked in silence, until I asked, "You want to
go some where else ?"
    	He looked really sorry, so much so that I wanted to take him home,
to throw him in the shower, and let him sleep for a week.  But I couldn't
blurt it out. He'd never go for it.
    	"Uhh...  I aint got no place I have to be."
    	Ahh, inspiration. "Well, if you want to, you can ride out home with
me, and maybe you can decide while I put my groceries away."
    	"Yeah....., Okay."
    	I didn't rush getting there, or doing anything when we did. I
planted him in front of the TV, told him where the bathroom was, carried in
the groceries, made coffee, and did a few other things to stretch the
time. When the coffee was done I went in the front room to see if he was
interested.
    	He was asleep again, stretched out on the floor, and completely
relaxed as only the young can do. I toned down the volume, woke him enough
to get the wet shoes off him, then covered him with the heavy coat. After
my coffee, I went about doing things as though he wasn't there, finally
settling in front of the computer, and dialed up my usual porn site. It's
how I usually fight the boredom.
	Having a kid in the house caused me to reflect on some thing in my
life when I was about his age.  I found my uncle's wife on the couch one
day.  In the heat of summer, she wasn't wearing much, a halter top and
loose legged nylon running shorts. One of her nipples was almost uncovered,
and I was curious. I got the halter top clear up, and she had beautiful
tits. When I was lifting the leg hole of the shorts open for a peek in at
her pussy, my gaze traveled on up to her face. She had her eyes open, but
she wasn't making any move to stop me, and she didn't look angry, but I
panicked and ran away.
	The next time I was brave enough to visit their house, I stayed
outside with my uncle. He was cleaning his gear, and suggested that I go
fishing with him. After leaving town, he turned on a gravel road, and asked
me if I wanted to steer the car. He lifted me on to his lap, spread my legs
so he could work the pedals, and used both his hands to keep me from
shifting around. Off we went for a mile or two, Then I began to have
problems..
	Steering wasn't any problem, but the developing hardness pressing
up right behind my balls sure was.  My young body was responding, rising up
under the hand he had placed on my belly. The hand on my leg moved around
my thighs, as the hand on my belly moved down to massage my stiffness. He
let me turn the car off the road into a lane along the creek, and well away
from the road, we stopped. His fingers were now probing inside my zipper,
and his bulge was more distinct. The only move I dared to make, was to
shift a little so his hardness touched a more delicate spot.
	We did do some fishing, after a while, at least we put the lines in
the water. The spot we chose had tall weeds all around, and after setting
out our lines, he lay beside me and allowed me to explore in side his
zipper. Later, when we went camping the first time, we were swimming naked,
and I was amazed that it had seemed so big when my hand was in side his
zipper, and so small in the open light of day. I wasn't even tempted to
touch it that day.
	Once, during a trip out of town, we spent a night at a motel. We
undressed to shower, and he got an erection from seeing me naked. After the
shower, he stretched out on the bed, and I sat beside him. I don't remember
exactly what I was doing before I kissed it, but I do remember moving in
between his legs and looking to see if he'd stop me. He was laid back, eyes
closed, enjoying my fumbling attempts at this new, exciting thing. The
kisses became open lip caresses, and then I had it in my mouth, licking and
sucking it like a lollipop.  It made my jaw ache worse than bubble gum,
that first time, but I couldn't stop myself. His emission didn't bother me
as much as it surprised me, and after showering again, to clean up the mess
I made of it, we slept naked. I was thrilled beyond words just laying
beside him.
	After their divorce, I began going to his house every morning,
often finding him asleep. I'd sneak in, fold back the sheet, and do it
again. After I woke him one morning, I got naked with him, and we took a
shower together I soaped his pubic hair to a fine lather, then turned to
capture his erection between my legs.  What he did then was slow, and
careful, but ended abruptly, when we ran out of hot water. I'd heard about
the terrible pain from doing this, but he had managed it with out hurting
me.
	I never, ever felt that I was being abused by him, but the few
times I tried anything with school mates, I felt dirty and used.  Sharing
life with him, his showers, and his bed, was a joy that lasted through the
summer, until his auto accident.
	My grand mother had agreed to allow him to adopt me, and he had
filed the papers. Since the adoption was before the judge, in its final
stage, I was declared his heir. He hadn't been wealthy, but all his debts
were paid off by the accident insurance, and the same judge awarded me the
house, the other car that I couldn't drive, and told me of the trust, that
he wouldn't allow me to spend until I was eighteen Its not a lot of money,
but I've learned to live on it
     	I try to recapture that happy time, seeking contacts with younger
boys. In general, the contacts in the movies, at the parks and the library
are unsatisfactory.  I've had my best luck around the bus terminal, with
boys who are obviously running away from home. Most are experienced, and
they are eager, or at least willing to exchange favors for a place to hide
for awhile. I found one boy who stayed with me a long time where I used to
live, but the midwestern people disapprove of these things, and the social
pressure made it difficult for him. I hoped it would be different out here.
	I was startled when he looked in the door, and made rapid moves to
clear the computer screen, but my sudden activity only made him curious,
and he stepped into the room. I didn't think he seen any thing, but I was
still feeling foolish as I pointed him to the bathroom. I went to the
kitchen for coffee and to gather my thoughts, and realized how late it was
getting. When tim came out of the bathroom, I sat him at the table, gave
him a graham cracker to munch on, and started preparing some chow .
     	Some time during the meal, he casually asked, "Can I crash here
tonight ?"
     	I wanted him to stay, but I wanted him to be a little cleaner
too. So my answer to his request was, "yeah, can if you like, but You'll
have to shower, and you have to let me wash those dirty clothes."
     	He mumbled, "Okay." and it was settled that easy. He offered to
help clean up after we ate, but I sent him to the front room.  When I was
finished in the kitchen, I got a pair of jockey shorts, the largest tee
shirt I owned, and a small box.
	Back in the front room, I told him, "Here's a box, go in the
bathroom and put your stuff in it, then throw those clothes out so I can
wash them. You can wear these things, till yours get dry, and you better
scrub your neck and ears good, or I'll take you back in there and do it for
you.." I was hoping that he'd offer to let me do that much, and maybe his
back as well.
	When he came out, I had a very hard time keeping from laughing at
the way he looked in those droopy shorts.  Still damp, but very pink and
clean, I greeted him again, "Feel better ?"
	"Yeah, Great !", he answered, "All but these dumb old shorts.". He
was keeping one hand there clutching them in front, but they drooped way
low in back.
	"You know what ?"
	"Sure, I know every thing. Well, maybe not the thing you're about
to tell me, but then I'll know that too."  It was a cheap way to get a
laugh and he knew it. He only grinned, as I kept surfing the channels he
continued, "If they had showers at the park, or under the bridge there, I
wouldn't have been so dirty. 'n every body could get clean there."
	"Yeah ? Would you use it ? Get naked in front of every body that's
down there ?"
	"Heck yeah. Being naked aint nothing in the park."
	"Yeah."
	"Sure, 'Cause there's trees and bushes, 'n people can't see it from
the road, they do dope 'n lot's of things at the other end."  I could
imagine the things he'd seen in that park. There were lots of stories
floating around.
	I'd found the show I wanted, a western, and kind of ignored him for
a few minutes.
	He'd sat between me and the TV, but even sitting he kept tugging
the waist band up and fiddling with the shorts. During the string of
commercials, he looked over his shoulder he asked, "Do I have to wear these
things "
	He meant the shorts, and I didn't blame him one bit. They looked
ridiculous, and I'm sure they felt worse. I told him, "No, but I don't have
any thing else that will fit you any better."
	"That's okay, 'cause the shirt is long en'uf.", he said, as he
stood and let the shorts fall around his ankles. Standing up, the tee did
cover him, he said, "See ?"  It reminded me of seeing pictures of a teen
girl wearing her dads shirt, though. You know the one that instantly makes
you wonder if there's any thing under it. In this case I knew there wasn't.
	"Suits me if it don't bother you."
	He stepped out of them, and then we resumed watching john wayne
beat the bad guy. Pretty soon he was stretched out in front of the TV, back
arched, chin in his hands. Standing up, the tee shirt hung loose, but
laying on his belly, the tail of the shirt moved each time he did, sliding
up over his ass. I watched until it was about half way, then I said, "I can
see your ass."
	He glanced over one shoulder, said, "Oh, sorry.", and half
heartedly tugged the tail back down.
	A few minutes later, he was uncovered again and I told him, "You're
uncovered again.", but I was chuckling when I said it.
	Turning to look at me, and with a smirk, he said, "Wellll.... , you
don't have to look, do you ?" and this time he didn't bother to move it
back down. Before he turned back to the TV, I said, "Yeah I do, I like
looking at you."
	He mumbled something like, "Ohh...., Okay.", as he spread his legs,
and smirking at me again, he asked in a daring manner, "You like that
better ?"
	I got up then, because I had to rearrange things. I paused beside
him, Bent over, and patted one cheek of his ass and said, "Little
fucker. You're teasing me!", then went on to the other room where he
wouldn't see what I did.
	He was still laying there when I came back, the shirt still barely
covering his ass, his legs maybe spread a little wider, so I forgot what I
was gonna do. I sat down where I could have a good view. He twisted around,
and showed me his smirk again, as he said, "You really like looking at me
?"
	"Yeah, you look lots better when you're clean !" I said
	"Okay, then..., he sang, and he rolled quickly over on his back,
flipped the shirt up to let me see his dick with the small patch of hairs,
flipped it right back down, and rolled back to his belly. All so quick that
I could only look.
	I got up laughing, knelt beside him to let my fingers roam along
the inner thigh, to see if he'd flinch away from a more personal touch. He
didn't, but I sensed that it was the wrong approach to him, so I went to
get a blanket and pillow for him.
	I spread them on the couch and told him, "You're being a tease, so
I'm gonna go do something else. You can sleep there, or on the couch."
	He sat up, made sure the shirt was covering him, and said, "I
didn't mean nothing by it."
	"Oh yeah, you did.", and I was still chuckling, " But it's okay,
teasing is just fun.  I'm just going in my room. I'll be in there if you
need me."
	"Can I keep the TV on ?"
	I said, "Sure. Do you need a milk, or a snack before bedding down
?"
	"Uhh.. no."
	"Well, If you get hungry later, there's stuff in the frige to make
a sandwich with. Just put stuff back when you're done.", and I started for
my room.
	"Okay.  Hey, are you gonna do the internet again ?"
	"Yeah, I might."
	"You gonna look at the pictures again ?" Whoops, he had seen what I
was doing.
	"Yeah, probably, I usually do."
	"If you find some good ones, can I come look too ?"
	Good ones?  "Huh !  What kind of pictures do you consider good ?"
	"Ohh, naked pictures, like you was looking at before." Hmm, nothing
wrong with that. I hadn't lied to him, I do like looking.
	"Yeah. I thought you missed it." I tried to remember which pic I'd
been looking at when he came in.
	"Nope, I seen it."
	"Okay, I guess you can."
	He followed me into the bedroom, and stood close as I started the
computer. A few times he brushed his hip against my shoulder. 'Accidentally
?'  HAH !  I returned the touches with my elbow on his thigh just as
casually.
	I dialed up AOI news group, knowing there was a good mixture of
young girls and boys. Some dressed, but mostly naked. I flashed through
about ten of them and then he asked, "Are there any pictures of them doing
stuff ?"
	"What kind of stuff ?", I knew what he wanted, but had to make him
ask for it exactly.
	"Uhh... You know, messing around with each other."
	"You want 'messing around' ?  Messing around is boys with boys, or
girls with girls."
	He was even closer now, leaning against me, with his fore arm
across my shoulders, so close that I could smell the faint soap odor still
on him.  "Oh...... Uhh.. Don't you like that ?"
	I told him, "Sure I do, But it's two different places. Which do you
want."
	He decided, "Oh.., boys is okay."
	So I dropped out of AOI, shifted to Amber, and brought up the thumb
nails page.  Right away he moved closer to the screen. I told him, "Pick
one and I'll bring it up bigger size."  While he was leaned over, I was
caressing his leg, feeling for the soft skin of his inner thigh again. He
twitched away from my light touch at first, but didn't say stop.
	He picked a series of two boys, both naked on a bed, "Can I see
them ?"
	As the first pic filled the screen, I raised my hand up under the
shirt, up and up, to the space between his shoulder blades. Following his
spine back down I paused near his tail bone, then using the softest touch I
could manage, I slipped between his legs, right under his butt.
	There were nine photos in the series, five of them were close
shots, two from above with each boy gazing up into the camera as he held
the other boy's dick in his mouth. I left those two up until he said to
change. When he picked the next series, I told him, "That's a capture from
a movie."
	"Huh... what's a capture ?"
	"It's a still photo copied out of a movie."
	Ohh... Is the movie in here somewhere ?"
	"Yeah, But there's a problem to that. The movie is in pieces.  It
has to be down loaded, then joined before it can be played."
	"Can't you do that ?"
	He was now turned facing me and I had moved my hand to the
armrest. He was looking me in the eye as he raised the shirt to cover my
hand, and lowered his balls on the back of my hand.  "Sure I can, it just
takes awhile to download."
	"Do it..., Please ?", he asked as he rubbed his dick across my hand
by thrusting his hips.
	I turned my hand over letting it slide between my thumb and
finger. I shifted to the multimedia news group, found the movie he wanted,
marked it, and tripped the download sequence, When the process started, I
pointed to the box showing how long it would take.  "There's how much time
we got to goof off.", and I was lightly squeezing his dick with only my
finger tips. He was now holding still, with a dreamy distant look in his
eyes.
	 As I swung around on the chair, he was still very close. I spread
my legs, and placing a hand on each side of his hips, I pulled him between
me knees.  I bunched the material of the shirt, and started to slowly raise
it up along his ribs. Looking up into his eyes, I asked, "Milk and cookies,
or this ?"
	"Ahh..... Umm...", and then a full grin, "Milk !"  But, as he
intended, the hesitation allowed me to completely uncover his proud hard
little cock.
	In the kitchen, he was still grinning wildly as I poured the milk.
When I handed him the cookies, I told him, "You better quit grinning, or
I'll take the fucking tee shirt and make you run around naked like those
boys you were looking at."
	"Uhh....  Okay," he said. The grin faded, but his eyes were saying
volumes, and the smirk was coming back. I thought he was agreeing to stop
teasing me, but then, after another of his small hesitations, he added,
"But you gotta turn off the lights."
	"HUH ? You're kidding. In the dark, I wouldn't find you. besides
that, it wouldn't count 'cause I couldn't see you ?"
	"Uhhh...  That's okay, I could find you."
	"Yeah ?  What're you gonna find ?"
	Silently he pointed at my zipper, which was showing the bulge that
had been growing more prominent all evening. I sat down then, turned in the
chair to face him, and pointed across the kitchen.  When he looked to see
what I was pointing at, I said, "There's the light switch."
	Mischief was in his eyes as he asked, "I gotta do it ?"
	"Hell yes.", I said. "It's your idea.."
	He spent a few minutes avoiding my eyes, while he finished his
milk, then rose and stepped to the switch. He looked at me then, and asked,
"You ready ?" and clicked it when I nodded.
	I wasn't expecting any thing to really happen. I thought he'd just
stand there, ready to turn the lights back on when I was tired of being in
the dark. Then I felt his fingers land lightly on my knee. His hands
floated up to the front of my pants, and did a little dance there,
searching for the zipper tab. It went down, and then the fingers were
struggling with the top button. It gave up, and the fingers delved into my
shorts. I wanted a pause to think about this, so I said, "We should be over
on the couch for this."
	He whispered, "Okay.", and he was gone.
	Okay, george. Whata ya gonna do now ??  I could just sit here until
he got tired of waiting for me, but I'd heard him take off the tee
shirt. He was over there naked.  Naked !  I could hear him breathing, and
he was waiting for me. Goddam, why was I not over there yet ??
	I rose, kicked my shoes off, drug my pants and shorts down past my
knees, sat back down to remove them, and then let my pecker lead me to the
couch. I felt his presence standing at the end of the couch, rather than
seeing him.  I flinched a bit as his fingers drug through my hairs, and
brushed across my bare hip, then as I sat down his hands landed on my knees
again His feet worked between mine, spreading them, then he knelt there,
his forearms along my thighs, with the fingers almost in my pubic hair.
	He paused then to whisper, "You won't tell every body I did this,
will you ?"
	I told him truthfully, "Oh hell no, and you better not tell,
either."  Then I checked one more time, "You sure you want to do this ?"
	"Yeah, and don't worry, I don't never tell nobody."
	I had pictured in my mind that he could wrap both hands on my cock
and still have some of it sticking out, but maybe I had an inflated opinion
of my size, or his hands were larger than I thought. Any way, I could
clearly feel one hand wrapped around me, against the pubis. Above that was
just a thumb and fore finger wrapped below the head.
	He licked all around the head, then did a few lip nibbles to spread
the wetness, then eased his lips down to where his thumb gripped
it. Closing his lips tightly, he built suction and used his tongue
liberally. Then he began the classic motions, but never lost the vacuum. It
was doubly exciting for me, sitting in the dark, trying to remember exactly
what he looked like, trying to picture him with my cock in his mouth and
moving around the way I could feel him doing. Very, very soon I could feel
my nuts tighten and the beginning pressure. I held my breath, I thought of
dill pickles, I pinched my arm, bit my tongue, nothing worked. I warned
him, " you're gonna make me cum."
	He paused a second, raised his head enough to whisper, "Can you
hold it ?" and his lips shrouded the crown again, plunging further than
before.
	I answered, " I don't know,..... maybe, ....Ouuuuh...I don't think
so..."
	He lifted away then, with a final kiss, and said, "Ummm.. I was
just getting to the good part.", His head lay on my thigh, his face so
close to my cock that I felt his breath moving the hairs.
	"Getting to it, your ass," I said, "What you were doing was goddam
good"
	With a brightness in his voice he said, "Yeah, but I can go way
further down on it when I get used to it, but if you shoot when I do it, it
gags me. So I just do it that way to get the guys to cum quick. I do it
different when I think the guy's ready."
	He was slowly stroking the full length of my cock as I told him,
"well, shit ! If you do it that good every time, I can see why they cum so
quick.."
	He garbled a, "Yeah." as he brushed his lips over my cock
again. "They don't pay 'less they cum, but I tell 'em I'm gonna spit it
out."
	"Well, you've had me hard all afternoon, and you're fucking lucky I
had time to warn you."
 	He was still stroking me and brushing his lips along it some more,
then he asked, "Are you gonna shower tonight ?"
	"Sure, just before I go to bed."
	"Okay, can I get in with you ?"
	"Yeah, I suppose you can. We better go see if the movie is ready,
because if we don't I'm gonna make a mess all over both of us."
	"Oh, Yeah. I forgot that. "
	I wondered if he'd want the tee shirt on again for the movie, but
apparently he never gave it a second thought. My hard cock followed him
into where the computer was, and he let me step around him to sit down. He
quickly spread my knees with his hands, then sat on the front edge of the
chair. He reached around and raised my dick, before scooting back tight.
	It was just a five minute movie, 'Neto and Wendel' , I suppose
you've seen it. I have, many times. Any way, it only took a few minutes to
set it up, and after I started it, I moved his hand away from his dick, so
I could slowly jack him off. He watched it once, and asked, "Play it
again.". I showed him how to do it, and resumed playing with his balls. He
watched it four more times All this time I was fondling his balls,
stretching his hairs, stroking his dick, and belly, while my hard cock lay
up along his backbone. When he was done, we both sat still for a few more
minutes, all but my fingers.
	Then he asked, "You ready for a shower yet ?"
	"Yeah, I guess. But I like what I'm doing here."
	"Yeah, I like it too, But I want to do something in the shower."

	*    *    *    *   *

	I have to stop here. In this story, as in most of them, the aspect
changes from descriptions of the (boy / boy's) enjoyment of events, to
reporting the author's gratification.  I've pictured this boy in my mind as
I wrote the tale, his smirk, his sense of humor, how fragile he could be.
I've grown very fond of him, and I don't want to feel that I've used him,
so I think I'll keep the rest of this as a private fantasy.