Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2010 10:07:20 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: What Was I thinking? Part One

This story contains sexual contact between males.  If it is unlawful or
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characters are fictional, I hope you enjoy it. Your emails and responses
are appreciated. A great thanks to Pete for all his input and editing.


What Was I Thinking? Part One

Looking back, I can't imagine why I even thought this was a good
idea. You'd think at nineteen I'd have some common sense, but sometimes you
just stop thinking with your head and your dick takes charge. That's the
only way I can explain it.

If I'm going to tell you, let me start from the beginning. I'm Greg Thomas,
nineteen year old stock boy at the local market. Well, that's how I used to
describe myself. Now, I'm... I can't even say it. I just can't believe what
has happened to me.

I live with Dad. He and Mom are divorced, but he's kind enough to let me
have a room without rent, as long as I keep it clean and keep the yard and
pool up to par. I don't mind the pool work, I just jump in and clean it
weekly. But the yard work sucks; I hate mowing, raking and anything else to
do with it. I think that's why I let him talk me into it.

Who? Oh sorry, yeah Bobby Givens. He's lived down the street for years. I
watched him grow up; he's 15 now and has started a lawn service
business. It's so cute how he comes down every week asking if he can do our
lawn, he even helps me sometimes and just talks my ear off about high
school stuff.

I always thought he was a good kid. I would tell myself that he was just a
little lonely. It's not surprising. You see, he looks kind of geeky because
his body really hasn't matured, like when I was fifteen. He's a nice enough
looking kid and always very polite, so I really never minded that he hung
around and kept asking to do our lawn. So anyway, on this one day, I was
lazy, he was begging to have the job and I figured, hey, I can afford to
pay him for one time and then the lawn would be done while I cleaned the
pool, then my chores would be over. I figured, I'm making good money and
Dad never said *I* had to do it, just that it needed to get done. So when
little Bobby gave me his best puppy dog eyes, I caved and the kid had a
job, just this once...

This day was hot as hell and he finished the lawn work while I cleaned the
pool, but I could see he was soaked to the skin with sweat.

Hey, I felt sorry for the kid, that and, well, I was curious about how he
looked without his shirt. So I made the offer for him to join me in the
pool, you know just for a quick dive. I even helped him peel his shirt off
and it made a moist thud when it hit the patio, we both laughed. Then Bobby
pulled off his shoes and socks. His legs had almost no hair; his chest was
smooth. He looked more like he was twelve then fifteen.

I suggested he slip his shorts off and just swim in his underwear. He
blushed, but complied.

There in front of me, stood this young skinny kid, in nothing but his
tighty-whiteys. I could see the small outline of his little dick and the
shape of a tightly packed nut sack. He took a dive and I stood above the
water and watched as his underwear was pulled away from his butt by the
water flowing over him. There, just under the waterline, was his cute
little butt crack. Almost all of it was showing and my dick stirred; I
couldn't explain why, but I knew he was cute. I dove in and swam his
way. When Bobby surfaced, his upper body glimmered with water beads, and
his smile told me his was happy to be in the pool with me.

I just went for it. What was I thinking? I swam right at him and did an
underwater tackle. Bobby was thin and in the water he weighed almost
nothing, I didn't realize I would overtake him, but I grabbed his body and
swam a few yards. At first I didn't understand the look of panic on his
face, until I looked behind us and saw is underwear floating away. The
young boy was naked!

What was I thinking? I over reacted, thinking he would want to be covered
and just put my hand down there and placed it over his little dick and
balls. He didn't move a muscle, but just looked deep into my eyes. I began
speaking, not even thinking to move my hand.

"Bobby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't know your underwear
would fall off that easily," I said.

He kind of looked down and said sadly, "There isn't much to keep it on, I
guess."

I tried to make him feel better and grabbed hold of his dick, squeezing it
and pulling a little too, I guess. It was so smooth; there was no hair on
the nut sack and just a small patch above his dick.

I said, "Hey, I wasn't much bigger when I was your age."

"Really?" he responded, and then he asked, "How about now?"

`What was he asking?' I wondered, `Does he want to see me naked?'

What was I thinking? I reached down and pulled my swim suit down my legs
and threw it to the side of the pool. Now we were both naked.

I've always been thin, not as bad as Bobby, more of a swimmers build I
guess. I'm not very hairy either; you know just a line chasing down from my
navel to the light brown patch above my dick and of course hair on my legs,
but I'm not one of those hairy ape types.

I could see Bobby was looking through the water, trying to get a closer
look. I let go of him, realizing I still had him by the dick, and it was
getting slightly hard. We both treaded water and just looked back at the
other, nothing was spoken until he asked, "Can I touch it?"

Before I could resist, he reached out and I felt his small hand go around
my dick. It grew quickly; I hadn't wacked that morning, so I was ready. I
don't know why, but I didn't pull back, I didn't say no, I just let the boy
explore my manhood. What was I thinking?

I was hard now and my mind reengaged. I spoke. "Bobby, this isn't a good
Idea, you're a lot younger and we shouldn't be doing this."

He looked at me, with those puppy dog eyes again and he said, "Touch me
again... Please Greg?"

I did it. We floated to the shallow end of the pool, where we could stand
on the bottom; he was about three inches shorter in height than I am, so we
moved to the steps and sat on the top one, while our hands moved across the
dick and balls of the other. Bobby was no longer that small. His thin dick
was as hard a rock and it was about four inches in length and even though
he was almost hairless, he was a teenager with a hard dick and very cute
sitting there naked in the water next to me. What was I thinking?

I was hard and Bobby had me in a death grip, he seemed to know what he was
doing as he moved his hand up and down, bringing me to my full six inch
hard self. Before I knew it, he was moving very fast and allowing his
fingers to caress my balls on every down stroke. I was ready and before I
knew it, I lifted my butt off the steps, the head of my dick popped out of
the water and I shot long streams of cum all over Bobby. His chest had
several lines running down it, drifting back into the water. On his face, a
stream of cum was running off his nose and I saw his pink tongue lash out
and lick it off his lips.

That was hot! I know, you're wondering, `What the hell were you thinking?'
I wasn't, I was just in a sexual zone.

I saw those lips, my cum was on them, his face was so cute, like a little
boy at Christmas. I had to have him. I stood up and brought Bobby up by the
hand with me. I picked him up and took him from the pool. We were both
naked and dripping; I didn't care. I carried him into the house, past the
fireplace and into my room. I placed his young naked body on the bed. He
looked so cute, so innocent, I had to have him.

I kissed his lips, I kissed his chest, I licked his navel and my nose
pushed against the small damp hairs above Bobby's dick. I took him in and
heard him gasp. I sucked him. His hard little dick pushed into my mouth and
I sucked him, I sucked him more. I wasn't thinking and in a few minutes, I
felt his dick give way as the sweet natural smell and taste of a young boy
shot forth, then I used my tongue to lick him dry.

Slowly I came back to my senses, long enough to realize I could hear small
sniffles coming from him.

I looked up and Bobby was crying. What was I thinking? What have I done, I
couldn't believe I had made him sad. I moved back up and kissed away his
tears and said over and over again. "Bobby, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to
hurt you, please forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you.

****

First, let me set the record straight, I date Sarah Motrin; we've been
together since High School. Well, saying we're together might not be that
accurate. Sarah wants to wait until we're married to put out any serious
sex. Oh, she'll let me play with her little tits and every now and then I
can talk her into jerking me off, though that is rare. But Sarah is my girl
and I wasn't looking for anybody to replace her, I guess it just
happen. What was I thinking?

Bobby wiped his eyes and I kissed his moist cheeks and he smiled a little,
as I begged for his forgiveness.

"It's OK, Greg. I've thought about you and me a lot," he confessed. "I've
always wanted to see you naked and maybe even touch you like I did; I just
never knew that you wanted me, too," he said with a sweet smile.

"Well now Bobby, I'm not sure I wanted you. It just happened and I'm not
sure what I was thinking to let that happen, so..." There, I did it again,
now Bobby was balling like a baby. I hugged him and felt his little dick
regain some hardness, poking me in the belly.

"What's wrong now", I asked?

Through his tears, he whimpered, "I thought you wanted ME. You just wanted
to have sex with a boy." He cried some more.

"No, no! I didn't want to have sex with just any boy, Bobby, you're special
to me." I had to get him to stop crying; at that point I would have said
anything.

"So you DO like me? You want me? Is that really true, Greg?" he asked
hopefully.

"Sure, sure, of course I wanted you. You're cute as hell and you helped me
with the lawn. So sure, why wouldn't I want you?"

`Oh crap!' I thought, `What am I getting myself into?'

Bobby smiled and the tears stopped. I felt his hand wrap around my dick and
I grew hard. As he stroked me he said, "Oh yeah the lawn. Can you pay me
now, please?"

"Sure", I said and I pulled away from his soft little hand. I walked naked
to the dresser; I could see his eyes follow me, never leaving sight of my
dick. I found my wallet and pulled out a twenty and a five. Back at the
bed, Bobby latched onto my dick again and I threw the money on the bed next
to him. For some reason, that just didn't look right. I thought that was
why the tears began again. I thought, `Damn, this kid cries at nothing.'

 "What's wrong now Bobby?" I tried asking kindly.

His hand left my dick and he wiped his face and looked up at me asking,
"Didn't I do a good job with the lawn?"

I smiled and said, "Sure! You did a great job, thanks. It's the best."

"OK", he replied, "It's just that most people tip me. I just thought you
liked the things I did for you." Now his hand went back to my dick and he
moved quickly along the shaft. It was only a short while before I blew a
new load. He wiped me clean with my sheet and I went back to my wallet and
tossed him another ten. Now the kid smiled and said, "Great, I'm very glad
you like the things I do. I'll even do better next week."

Next week, holy shit, this kid thinks he has a job for life. I've got to
get him out of here.

"Sure Bobby, we'll see how that goes. Anyway, we better get you dressed and
heading home."

"OK," I heard him say sadly. "Greg, will you go get my things? I don't want
to go back out there naked right now."

"Yeah, sure Bobby." I figured, hey if it gets him moving, I'm cool.

When I came back into my room with his things, Bobby was at the dresser
looking through my boxers.

He turned and smiled and said, "My underwear is wet, so I'm looking for a
pair of yours to wear home."

"Oh, you don't need underwear, here take your shorts and just throw them
on," I suggested.

"Oh no! Mom doesn't allow me to go anywhere without underwear. She'll ask
why I don't have any on. What do you want me to tell her?" he asked
innocently.

What was I thinking? I can't let this kid wander out of here without making
sure he doesn't say a word to anyone about this!

I sat Bobby down and explained this had to be our secret for life; he
couldn't share it with anybody. He looked disappointed and asked, "You mean
I can't tell anybody that I made you cum, or that I had my first blowjob
from you?"

"No, no!" I explained, "This has to be OUR little secret!" He reluctantly
agreed, after getting me to say that he could come over and he and I could
talk about it and that now the lawn was his job.

The little Pirate!

Finally, I got him dressed, literally. He asked me to dress him. There I
was on my knees putting on his socks and shoes while he flipped his dick
back and forth against my lips. He tried to push in, but I kept turning
away, until I heard a sniffle. What was I thinking? I can't let this kid
cry again, so I sucked him off, wiped him cleaned and pulled my best boxers
up over that little dick and bubble butt of his. I got his shirt and shorts
on him and showed him the door.

As I watched him walked back towards his house, I looked at the clock and
realized Dad would be here any minute. I raced around the house, wiping up
water and throwing the towels in the laundry. I was sure I was done when I
heard Dad come through the door, but I looked out to the pool and saw
Bobby's little whiteys taking another lap. I rushed out and flipped them
out of the water and hid them in my hand, taking them back to my room
before Dad saw anything.

****

It had been a long day, the house was quiet and Dad and I had a nice
dinner. He complimented me on how nice the lawn looked, so I figured
keeping Bobby, might not be all that bad. I just needed to get control of
the sex part of the process. However, I had to admit that this had been a
pretty hot day. I lay in my bed naked, rubbing Bobby's little underwear
between my legs, thinking about that tight body of his. I thought about his
hard little dick and how great it felt as I sucked him. How his little hand
wrapped neatly around my dick and how well the boy could jerk. I wondered
what would happen if I asked him to suck me...

Then I heard strange noises outside my window. I jumped out of bed and
pulled back the curtain. I'm not sure which one of us jumped the highest,
Bobby or I. There he was, standing outside, smiling and wearing cute
stripped pajamas. I opened the window and put my finger to my lips for him
to be quiet. "What are you doing here", I asked him?

"I just had to see you. Sorry, Greg, but I missed you. Can I come in?" What
was I thinking? I opened the window, it was small and I wasn't sure he
could even get through it. Bobby removed the screen and jumped up. With his
head and shoulders inside, I pulled to help him and his pajama top came
off. I could see his pink nipples and milky white skin; I was excited and
pulled again. This time, Bobby came flying through the window, leaving his
pajamas bottoms somewhere on the other side.

We landed on the bed, his soft naked body covered me and I felt us both get
hard. Before I could ask any questions, he leaned in and kissed me, right
on the lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue pushed in. Damn this kid was
hot and he kissed way better than Sarah ever did. I finally pulled away and
we both smiled. He said, "Hi, will you suck me again please?" What a polite
boy. Hell I couldn't wait and went right to work on that little knob of
his. Bobby had the best smell, like a mixture of soap and baby powder. I
couldn't get enough of him. He shot a small load and I took it all, damn
this kid was hot.

We lay back, regaining our composure, and I brushed his hair back from his
face as I felt his small hand encircle me and begin his special
treatment. I took the plunge.

"Hey, you know what would feel great?"

Bobby smiled and said, "What?"

"Well, how would you like to suck my dick this time?" I asked hopefully.

Bobby smiled and said, "Sure, but I don't think I'd like all that hair in
my face. Can we shave it and then you'd look more like me?" Before I could
think, Bobby added, "Then I can suck you like you've never been sucked
before."

I rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Being as quiet as possible, I
grabbed a razor and some shave cream. I'd happily give up a little hair; I
couldn't wait for my prize.

****

Bobby handled the razor with loving care, holding my dick so tenderly and
moving it from side to side to avoid the blade. The shave cream made the
razor glide effortlessly across my skin and my pubes fell away and into the
towel I placed under me. Bobby was very thorough; he even lifted my legs
and cleaned the small area under my balls, and before my butt hole. In
short order, I was as hairless as a ten year old, but as hard as I could
ever remember. I can't explain why this was so erotic. What was I thinking?

Bobby placed the razor aside and cleaned me, leaving me bald as a baby, but
dry and hard. His small hand moved around my dick and over my balls,
checking for any hairs, but they had all been removed. That's when I saw
him take his place between my legs. I felt the hair of his light brown
bangs tickle my abs. In the shadow of the night I watched him slowly move
his head toward my throbbing dick. I was so ready to have his little red
lips take me in, that I was surprised that he chose to lick the shaft of my
dick first, making my entire body turn into goose bumps. Then, just as I
felt his tongue lash against the head of my dick, we heard from the window;

"Bobby are these your pajamas?"

We both jumped, I think my dick must have hit him in the eye, because his
hand was covering it, as his month stayed wide open, but moving away from
my quickly shrinking penis. We both turned towards the window, and there to
our shock and visible only by moon light stood...

To be continued....