Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2000 01:29:54 -0500 From: beanboy card Subject: Cale 2 The following story is total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or dead is purely accidental and unintended. This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male), some of whom are under age. If you find this concept distasteful, or if it is illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop reading now. This story is dedicated to Ganymede, who writes the most complicated and interesting man/boy stories on the net. To Wishus Teglin, who wrote the best long story I've ever read, and made me fall in love with four boys. And mostly, it is dedicated to my friends and the administrators of www.boy-talk.com, the best Bulletin Board on the net for men who love and protect boys. Special friends, including my technical editor, know who they are and have my undying thanks. A copy of this story has been previewing there for some time, as are subsequent chapters. If you have comments, I go by the name of beanboy at www.boy-talk.com, and am a frequent visitor. Otherwise, you may reach me at beanboycard@goplay.com. Enjoy. The Weeks that Changed Cales Life, Chapter Two By Beanboy At about 6:00 the sun was beaming in through the big windows in the bedroom. I once had this bedroom a long time ago. When you're in high school you don't want to get up early. You curse the sun. I'd gotten over that as I got older. I woke up at about 6:00 everyday - the life of an academic is not easy -- so it was pleasant to have the sun join me. I jumped a little. Someone had joined me during the night and had curled up against my back. Yeah, it was Cale. He felt good and warm. Lord, this boy really wanted to be close. No, I didn't think he wanted anything more than that, and I was very pleased to find that I didn't have a morning woody. I rolled on my back, careful not to move Cale too much, and then scooted to the edge of the bed. I got out, turned and tucked the sheet around Cale, then pulled a comforter from off the end of the bed and tucked it in too. I went to the bathroom. Aah! Pissing is ignored as one of life's pleasures. I walked back in the room and put my underwear back on. I'm not modest, and, after all, I just slept most of the night with a boy and both of us naked in bed. Still, I knew about propriety, so I put my black silk boxers back on. Then I took a moment. I knelt on the floor with my head just resting on the edge of the bed. Cale was an arm's length away. I studied Cale for what seems like forever. His hair was brown now, though it was almost blond when he was younger. Now that he'd slept on it, he had no more cowlick. I guess he did that with gel or something. I looked further down and saw the most beautiful sight. Cale's eyelashes were long and just a little curly at the ends. I couldn't get over how so cute yet simple they were. Can you pet a boy's eyelashes? And his nose, shiny from a night's sleep looked like it deserved kisses whenever he asked. It had just a couple freckles on it, and he'd probably get fewer and fewer as he got older, but they looked perfect at the moment. His nose flared as he breathed, the only moving part of his face. It was odd, his nostrils were almost like the center of his being. His lips were tightly closed, and looked worried. I wondered what he was dreaming. And then he moved. Cale twitched a little, and his nose wriggled, and he frowned. Then his arms punched out a couple times. He was having a bad dream. His arms punched even more. I jumped up, crawled back into the bed, and insinuated him into my arms, his face buried into my chest. Instinctively, I guess, he just nuzzled there while the kicking and punching slowed down. He didn't wake up, and struck me a couple times on my chest. He was mumbling by now. "No, no," or something like that, and I wrapped my arms around him and leaned forward with my head to his ear. "Hey, Cale, it's only a dream. Come back to me Cale. It's your Uncle Sean. Wake up slowly Cale. Let go of the dream. Everything is fine. They're not going to get you." I kept whispering in his ear for another minute or so, and then he calmed down. I rolled over on my back and brought him with me, holding him to my chest. He stayed asleep. I kissed his head a couple times. Warm kisses. I wanted to take away the demons that were attacking him. I noticed my heart was racing. I was so worried about the pain he was going through. He was sweating a little, and his bare hairless belly was rubbing against mine. I realized at that point, that even though Cale was in pain with his bad dream, I loved holding him. And I felt a little perverse. How could I feel good when he felt bad? Still, I knew I had to hold him, and he just needed to be held. While jumping back in bed I'd thrown off the covers, so I reached my right hand down and covered us up again. Then I kissed Cale's head again, and rested my head back on the pillows and slowly let sleep creep up on me. It wasn't long, though. There I was sleeping on my back with a naked 10 year old boy curled in my arms. And I was dreaming about a warm fire, and sitting beside it and stroking my thigh. I was dreaming about beating off. Or dreaming about getting ready to do so. I woke up, as usual, before the good part. I opened my eyes, and there were two eyes staring at me -- blue eyes, with long soft lashes and a definite twinkle. Cale, it looked like, had been up for a few minutes. "Well, wake up sleepy head," he said. He giggled, and his smile went from ear to ear. "What time is it?" was my response. Big time academic that I was, I was always on the clock, but not now. "7:30!" "And how long have you been up?" My neck hurt looking up at Cale. But it was a good hurt. "Only a couple minutes. I really just woke up." He looked a little sheepish. "So, how come you're in my bed, much less in my arms?" There's nothing like starting the morning with a little teasing. "And naked!" Cale's startled look was priceless. He evidently hadn't realized he was naked. He boosted himself off my belly and shot his hand down to cup his crotch. "Yup! Those are naked little balls you're feeling." Teasing is an awful lot of fun. "Umm. . ." The boy was speechless. He settled back down a little. "Cale," I said softly, "do you remember that you went to sleep naked?" I got a slow nod in return. "Do you remember that you climbed into bed with me and we read awhile?" Another nod, but quicker this time. Cale started to get the smallest little grin on his face. (I didn't remind him that his penis was raging when he was listening to me read to him.) "Another question then: do you remember when I put you bed?" Cale shook his head this time. "Well, I did. I put your naked little butt back in your bed and tucked you in. You went to sleep right before the end of the chapter. We'll have to read it again. Then I woke up about an hour ago and found you in my bed. Do you remember moving over here in the night?" He shook his head again, but this time it looked like he thought I was mad. I saw tears start forming in his eyes. "Whoa, Cale!" I said, as I reached up and kissed him on the nose, even though he was trying to get away. What a sweet nose! "I wasn't trying to make you feel bad. Come here." I held him tighter and hugged him for all it was worth. Again, I hugged too tight, and got a little yelp in return. Cale was grinning at me now. "Well, Cale, I know you were a little shy last night. But right now you're propped up on my belly naked as the day you were born. I know you're shy. And I know that you have an erection, because it's pressing into my bellybutton. But I love you, and I'm very happy that you came to me for comfort in the middle of the night. So, since you're shy, what are we going to do here, kiddo?" Cale shot me a look, and blushed. He reached down again to make sure he was hard. His freckles stood out more than before. I was even more smitten. His blushing just wouldn't stop. He was speechless. I leaned forward and gave him another kiss, this time on the very end of his nose. "Well, if you're still shy after sleeping with me most of the night naked, then I'll turn over and you can jump off, get out of bed, and put on your underwear, and then we can get a quick shower and go down and fix ourselves some breakfast." Cale blushed again, and his freckles stood out even more. "OK!" "Lift up!" He lifted off me just an inch or two and I rolled over. I buried my head in my pillow, and he lifted off of me and out of the bed. In a second I heard a rustle. And then he said, "You can get up now." There was Cale in a pair of plaid boxers smiling and fidgeting. OK, I'm going to take a shower, and you're going to brush your teeth before we go down to breakfast. And get dressed a little bit more, OK?" I got up and went towards the shower. Cale followed along. "Why do you take a shower when you had one last night?" he said. "Well, Cale, I usually have a shower in the morning, but last night I'd been on a plane all day and felt dirty and sweaty. So I had one then, too. A shower in the morning helps me get awake. It helps me to get ready to face the day - shakes loose the cobwebs, you know?" "OK," he said. "Do you mind if I wash my face and brush my teeth while you're in the shower." I knelt down. (Boy, I was kneeling more than when I was a little boy in Sunday School.) "Cale," I said, "I'm not shy about my body. I've got the same things you've got. A penis and testicles. Mine are bigger because I'm older. And mine are hairy because I passed puberty years and years ago. That's something you'll do in a few years. I'll never mind if you come into the bathroom while I'm there, OK? And I never want you to feel just like I do. If you feel shy, then that's fine." He shrank back at my little lecture, so I moved forward and surrounded in a hug. He was a little hesitant at first, but then hugged me back. I released and held him at arm's length. "You know, don't you, that most people would think that it is a bad thing for a boy and a man to sleep in the same bed, don't you?" "Yeah," he said, "I guess." "And they'd really think it was bad if we were both naked, right?" I felt almost like I was dirty saying this, leading him to swear he'd never say anything. But nothing happened. Why did I feel guilty? "I know Uncle Sean. Last night I wanted to be close to you. I don't know why I took my pajamas off. I guess I was just joking around. And then when I was sleeping with you I woke up a couple of times and I felt safe. I knew that the bad dreams weren't going to get me. I know people think that's bad. But it felt safe." He had a tear coming down his cheek when he said this. This was the longest speech he'd given me since I came to town the day before. I felt blessed, but also a responsibility to make sure he always felt safe. "Well, Cale," I said, "Let me tell you what I think. I know everyone thinks that little boys shouldn't be sleeping with a man. And I know that they think that being naked is bad. To me, though, it is important that people find out where they are safe, and then make sure they take advantage of that. If you think that you're safe with me, then I'm honored. It makes me feel like I've been given a prize. I feel proud. I'll try all my life to make sure you're safe. I love you." That was a little more than I meant to say, but I couldn't take it back because it was true. "Frankly, I don't care if we're naked or not. Maybe being naked means there is more trust. So, I don't care what people think about how you and I interact together. You're always going to be my pal, OK?" Maybe I piled it on too much there. "So, come on, I'm going to take a shower." I walked into the bathroom with Cale right behind. I turned on the faucet, put down my glasses, and reached my hand in to check the temperature. Cale just stood there staring. "Well, aren't you going to brush your teeth?" He looked down, and then to the sink, and then up at me. "Can I take a shower, too?" He said it real quietly. "Sure," I said, "I'll be right out." He shook his head. Again, almost a whisper, he said, "No, can I take a shower with you?" The kid was blushing so bad that I thought he was in danger of having an aneurysm. But he still looked me in the eyes, and he seemed determined. "OK," I said, and reached down and took off my underwear. My penis was calm, but still his eyes bugged out as he caught a glimpse. "I'm going in. If you're coming, then get a move on. Other people might want hot water today." I stepped in and wet my head, grabbed some shampoo and started washing my hair, all the while aware that I might have a joiner at any minute. Sure enough, as I was rinsing my hair he stepped into the shower. I kept on rinsing, and when I was finished I turned around and saw my naked little friend shivering at the other end of the shower. Here I was hogging the shower. I stepped to the side a little and said, "Come on, get in here and get warm. You're shivering!" I looked close and noticed that he had goose bumps on his cute, little chest. He was looking down, had his hands cupped over his penis and testicles, and he was just as cute as could be. "Get in there and get your head wet," I said, trying to treat this as normal as possible. I reached over for some more shampoo and said, "Now, get your head over here and I'll wash your hair. I grabbed on to him and started to massage the shampoo into his closely cropped head. He leaned towards me, a little shy still, but clearly enjoying me rubbing his head. I finished and told him to rinse, then picked up the soap and started lathering myself. I looked over and Cale was just finishing his rinse. I finished lathering, and moved forwards with the soap out in my hands. "Here Cale, wash up while I rinse, OK?" We passed the soap smoothly, and it was clear now that Cale was much more comfortable. He rubbed the soap over his belly and in his armpits, and then set it down. I wasn't going to let that go by. "Cale," I said, "You need to wash the tender bits too. Has anyone told you that you need to wash inside your foreskin?" He shook his head. "What's foreskin?" Cale blushed a lot and hung his head. Again, I found that I'd asked a question he didn't know about. I'd embarrassed him a little. I knelt down under the shower spray and reached over to hug him. "Cale," I said, "Do you notice how you're penis has some extra skin that mine doesn't have?" I reached down and gave a little tug on his penis. He nodded. But Cale's face was still turned towards the floor. "Well, Cale, when I was a baby they cut that skin off my penis. They did that to almost all boys back when I was born. They thought it would make it easier for us to keep our penises clean. When you were born, doctors had a different opinion. So you got to keep that extra skin. But that means that you have to wash under it every day." He still didn't look up. "Cale," I said, "You can pull the skin back so you see a penis that looks like mine, can't you" I got a nod again in return. "Well, do that, and while you're doing it, wash the head of your penis with soap, OK? And do that every time you're in the shower. That's an important part of your body, and I want to know that you keep it clean every day, OK? You'll find that it will give you a lot of fun. So you have to take care of it." He did it. He retracted his foreskin, washed around the head and the foreskin, and then rinsed it out. I watched the whole time entranced. His penis was gorgeous. It was darker than his skin, but not much, and it was just a little nub. It looked little, soft, rubbery, and very cute. And the head of his penis was so pretty and pink. I just watched him, and then he was done and rinsed. Surprisingly, I don't think he got hard at all. Must have been nervous. Thankfully, mine didn't stand at attention either. "Ok, we're ready to get out of here. Are you all rinsed?" He nodded again. I turned off the water, pulled back the shower curtain, and reached out and grabbed two towels. I gave one to Cale, and started drying myself. I thought I was just being normal, but I probably let him see my penis a bit more than if I was just normally drying myself. I realized it at the time, but I kept on doing it. I wanted him to admire my dick. And Cale did. He looked surreptitiously at me, just out of the corner of his eyes. He also smiled a little. Well, he should look, I thought. All boys should be curious about how they're going to grow up. So I just let him look. When I finished drying I walked out of the bathroom and got dressed in a normal manner. Cale walked out behind me, and he got dressed, too. There seemed something unspoken between us, but I remained silent. When I was finished I said, "I bet my Mom is planning to cook us a good breakfast. What do you say, are you hungry?" Cale brightened a little. He had already gotten his underwear and shorts on, and was just pulling on the shirt I gave him the day before. I was proud that he wanted to wear what I gave him. "OK, let's go get breakfast." I led the way, and we walked down the stairs and then into the kitchen. Nobody was home. Cale sat at the table, but I said. "Cale, I'm going to need some help. Get up here, OK?" I reached down and got out a couple pans and turned around. Cale was right behind me. I spoke quietly. "Cale. Get out a few vegetables, and that piece of sausage I saw in there. You're in charge of cutting up the peppers and onions, OK?" Cale was smiling now. We made breakfast - a big omelet with peppers, onions and sausage, toast on the side -- and I sat there and wondered. It was 8:30, and my parents weren't around. I knew they went out with Carol, Cale's mom, last night, and they said they had business, but I didn't know what it was. This was starting to bother me. They could have been in bed still, but they were generally early risers. Something told me they were gone. But, where? Where was everybody? And why weren't they there for Cale? After all, the boy just lost his father. Where were they? We had breakfast, and then we sat around for a while. I didn't know what to do, so I decided we should go out. "Hey, Cale, would you like to go to the Indian's game? We can go and try to scalp tickets. What do you say? "All right", he said, "Can we get some autographs?" "Well," I said, "I'm willing to go to the game early, but you'll have to ask for the signatures." "OK, Let's go!" Cale had seemed to have forgotten about his father dying. I wasn't comfortable with that. So I decided to bring it up. "Cale, are you aware that we are going to visit your father tonight at the funeral home? I want you to know that the next few days are gong to be tough. But I'll be there for you, OK?" Cale shrunk visibly. His 4'6" body looked smaller than ever before. He looked vulnerable. And sweet. I couldn't make my mind up. I just wanted to hold him. We ate breakfast and then worked on getting ready for the Indian's game. I still thought something was out of whack. Where were my parents? I finally noticed the car in the driveway. That eased my mind some. However, I'd come to trust my instincts over the years. Something was going on. What kind of business could they have had with Carol late at night? Finally, at 11:00, I knocked on their door. "Mom, Dad, I'm going to take Cale to the ballgame. Do you have problems with that?" I went downstairs, but knew I'd get an answer soon. My Mom trudged down the stairs about ten minutes later and made her presence known. "You two are going to the game? Good! I hope you have a good time. Sean, don't let him eat peanuts, I think he's allergic." I was stunned. My mother was supportive? Something was off here. Still, this meant I could spend more time with Cale. And I really wanted to spend more time with him. I was in love with him. I wanted him for my own. "Cale," I said, Let's get going. "Let's get on the Rapid and get down to the ballpark. We need to get tickets, and that means scalping. We need to get there soon." The Rapid was only four blocks away, so we didn't even have to drive. We went to the game and scalped tickets. It turned out that Cale had never been to a baseball game before. We watched the game from very good seats -- $50 per and behind the dugout on the Third base line. I had to teach Cale all about what baseball was all about. That was OK - - I loved baseball. I loved teaching it as well. So, as we watched a pitcher's duel, I talked to Cale about the ways the outfielders were playing and the shifts in the infield. He hung on my every word. Until we went for hot dogs. Boy was this kid into hot dogs. First, though, we had to go to the bathroom. Jacob's Field is a big place, but the bathrooms were crowded. I was wondering about my shy boy. We lined up together behind another adult and his boy. But the boy was much younger than Cale. Maybe 4 years old. And the dad set him with his feet on the bottom of the urinal and slid his -pants down to his knees. I had to laugh. It was the best solution, but boy it looked funny. Cale giggled, too, and looked up at me with his hand over his mouth trying to hold back the giggles. So while Cale and I waited in line, he forgot all about being self-conscious. We both just went up when our turns came and pissed to our heart's content. We zipped up at the same time. We walked out of the bathroom and were headed to the line at the hot dog stand when Cale tugged at my shirt and twitched his head. So I leaned down and he whispered to me. "That little boy had a foreskin, too." I was speechless, but it was the first time he said anything about our little conversation that morning. "I hadn't noticed, Cale. See, you're like lots of other people." He nodded, and then went and got in line for hot dogs. After the hot dogs we went over, put on the mustard and relish, and went back to our seats. It was the fifth inning, and the Indians were behind by a run with Jim Thome at bat, two outs and two runners on base. I pointed this out, so Cale could understand the drama of it all. We were both biting into our dogs when Thome took a huge swing and hit a pop foul towards us. We both jumped up, and reached up like everyone else to catch the ball. It landed right on Cale's hot dog, then bounced away. A guy two rows in front of us caught it, but I didn't pay attention. Cale dropped his dog and was shaking his hands like they hurt really badly. He was starting to leak tears out of the corners of his eyes. I dropped my dog, picked up Cale by the waist, popped him over my shoulder, and walked up the aisle and out of the crowd, We got to the wider aisle in back of the seats and I set Cale down. An usher came over and hovered a bit. I knelt down and said. "Cale, which hand hurts? Hold them out for me." His poor little eyes were teary, but he was trying to hold them back. Tears were struggling to cling to his eyelashes, and starting to fall down his cheeks. I grabbed a napkin from my pocket and wiped his tears, repeated myself, "Cale, show me the hand that hurts." He held them both out. No swelling yet. "Cale, try to move your fingers." H got them all to move. That was a relief. It probably meant they weren't broken The usher spoke up then. "If you would like, sir, there's a first aid station right over here." He pointed to a spot a little bit down the corridor. "OK, first I have to go get my stuff. Can you watch my nephew for just a minute?" I ran down the steps and grabbed the backpack our stuff was in. Then, as I was about to leave a guy tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around. The guy who ended up with the ball handed it to me. It still had mustard on it. "Here, give it your kid, OK?" I said, "Thanks" real quickly and ran back up the stairs, stuffing the ball in the backpack. I found the usher and Cale, and Cale looked a bit better. He was still trying to flex his fingers, but the tears had dried. We walked over to the first aid room and went inside. There was a Doctor. I thought I'd be seeing a pair of volunteer paramedics. "Excuse me. My nephew here was smacked pretty good on the hands with a batted ball. Can you look at it?" I was feeling better about the whole thing since Cale had stopped crying and he could move his fingers, but he still had a lot of pain, I was sure of that from the look on his face.. The Doctor had Cale sit on an examining table. Then he had Cale hold out his right hand first. "What's your name, son?" he said. "I'm Cale, sir," he answered. "Don't call me sir, OK? I'm either Dr. Warren or Pete. And you look like you could be a friend, so why don't you call me Pete?" I liked this Doctor. But, it figures, they'd have to have a Doc with a good bedside manner at a baseball game. "So, I understand you got hit in the hand by a baseball, Cale?" Pete looked right into Cale's eyes when he said it. "Yes, sir, I mean Pete," Cale was catching on, and perhaps because of his little goof he smiled that sly smile he has. He has a way of dipping his chin, giving just a touch of a smile, and then looking up through those long eyelashes of his. It makes me want to tickle him until he screams. "Cale, will you try to move the fingers in you're right hand?" Cale did, and then the Doctor did the left hand, and then he had Cale move the fingers individually. Cale passed the test, but there was obviously still pain. It turned out that Cale had jammed both his middle fingers. I couldn't help starting to laugh. The Doc taped his three fingers together on each hand, and said that they'd have to stay that way for at least five days. So here I was with a boy with two hands all bandaged up in a Boy Scout salute. We walked back to the Rapid. The game was just about over, and Cale looked beat. I joked with him a little, and then he leaned over in his seat and passed out. It was just a thirty minute ride back to my folks. We got there at 5:15 or so. I carried Cale the four blocks to the house. There was just their car in the drive - Carol was evidently not there. Well, I figured he had to get up soon, so I woke him rather than carrying him into the house. I figured he was going to get grilled by my mother, so I ought to get him up for it. "Cale, wake up, we're home." I loved whispering into his ear. He woke up with a bit of a start. I kissed his ear and cooed into it. "Come on, boy, we're going to get you some dinner, and then maybe put you to bed early. That got him. "But I'm not sleepy! And you have to read to me!" "We also have to go to the viewing, silly. We need to say goodbye to your dad." I sure could bring him down. But I felt he needed to handle getting through the viewing. It would be something he could hold on to for the rest of his life. "Cale, remember, I'll be right there holding your hand. Well, very carefully." I lifted one of his hands up and kissed it. Fine, we got back to giggles in record time. We walked in the house and my mother was dressed to go to the viewing and finishing with dinner. She may have a sour personality, but the woman has always been a good cook. I let Cale down, and he followed me into the kitchen. The place smelled heavenly. I always made it a habit to peak into all the pots and pans, so soon found we were having ham and potatoes and corn. And my mother always did a salad. I ate at home much better than I did at my house. Just then my mother spotted Cale's hands. "What did you do to him?" "Well. . . " I started. "We were at the ball game, and Jim Thome hit a ball at us. And I reached up with my hotdog, and it came down and hurt my fingers. Then a man took it away. And we went to the Doctor. He was nice. And his name was Peter and he wouldn't let me call him sir." And I thought Cale was tired! Hah! I was very pleased though, that he had a good time, despite having jammed his fingers. He was defending me, and just yammered on a while, pausing to say how much fun he had. During his extended description of our day he came over and hugged me twice. "We've already been to a Doctor, Mom." I tried to play this down so she wouldn't have a fit. "The Doc said he had to immobilize them for a few days. They're just jammed. He really went after that foul ball. I was proud." My mother shook her head, turned to the sink to wash some dishes. She muttered. "If you do this well in just an afternoon, then how. . ." "Ahem!" My Dad walked in, and it seemed like he was intent on interrupting my mother. Odd! Well, we all settled down and went in to eat. I sat next to Cale and helped him eat. Basically, I had to cut everything up for him, and then he had to learn to use a fork with his bandaged up hand. He was hungry, though, and didn't play around. He had a look of concentration on his face that made me giggle. And helping him gave me the opportunity to bend down and almost hover over him. I got to smell him, and I was startled that I was actually salivating. Even with my parents there, it was all I could do to keep from smothering Cale with kisses. We finished quickly, I guess, and it was 7:00 and time to go get ready for the viewing later. Cale and I went off. It looked like I was going to have to help change him. By now I was looking forward to it. We got to our room and Cale again looked a little concerned. "Cale, what's wrong." I was hoping he wasn't getting worried about the viewing. I knew I had a lot to deal with there, but wanted to keep him busy until then. "I need to go to the bathroom," he said, "and I can't undo my zipper. I really gotta go!" "Well," I said, "let's go in the bathroom and I'll help." "But I'm embarrassed!" "Cale, you climbed into bed naked with me last night, and we showered together this morning. I even showed you how to clean under your foreskin. I think we should be past the embarrassment stage. If you don't get in here right now I just might let you wet your pants!" I was trying to be funny, and he took it that way. He walked in and stood in front of the toilet and I walked up behind him, reached both arms around him and unzipped his pants. Then I turned to the sink to give Cale a little privacy. "Uncle Sean?" Well, I almost got the cap off the toothpaste! "I can't get it out of my pants, and I really need to go!" Cale was almost crying. "I'm sorry, Cale! I should have realized." I went back behind him and unbuttoned his shorts and slid both them and his boxers to his knees. I was looking over his shoulder and he was blushing several shades. "Just like that man did with the little boy at the game. Do you remember?" "Now, do you need me to hold it?" I was teasing, but he nodded. I reached down and grasped his penis with my thumb and middle finger. It felt so delicate that I felt I might hurt him. But Cale was oblivious. He just needed to pee. And boy did he! I could feel the stream come out as I was holding his little two inch penis. It seemed like he pissed forever. Finally he stopped and I said, "Do you need me to shake it off?" He nodded. So I shook it, and the skin on the end wriggled. I shook it for several seconds, and then Cale said, "My dad always said that more than three shakes and you're playing with it." He giggled like he was holding back a big laugh. Now it was my turn to blush. "Oh," I said, "Well, I've never shaken someone else's. I just wanted to get it all off. I looked down and he was giving me his mischievous smile again. I kissed Cale's head and pulled up his pants. I think we were both a little embarrassed. We went in the other room and changed for the funeral home. I had to dress him, but there was no funny business with that. Soon we were both in suits and I only bumped his hands a couple times. He smiled that sly smile almost the whole time. We went downstairs and met up with my parents. Again I was struck that we hadn't heard form Cale's mother, Carol. I kept quiet, though, knowing that Cale was going to have a tough time tonight. We piled into my parent's Lincoln, with Cale and I in the back seat. We did a little slap and tickle, then I got serious a minute. "Cale, do you know what a viewing is?" I was working on preparing him for what was to come. In the last two days I'd found out how delicate Cale was, but also how strong. I knew by now that if I talked to him beforehand, I'd be able to help him get through it. I was also quiet. Didn't want my parents to interfere with our conversation. "Cale, we're going to go into a room. Your Dad's casket will be at one end. And we can look if you want. But you don't have to. A lot of your Dad's friends will be there, and they'll want to come and talk to you, shake your hand, and pat your head. They're going to treat you like a little kid. Remember, though, they are there to respect your father. And you are his closest representative. I want you to know this, OK? You can do whatever you want, but be nice to all the people there. You can even cry and nobody will think it's bad. In fact, this will be the last time you'll see your dad, so it's a good time to cry." I went on. "Keep beside me all the time, OK? I'll be there if you need a hand to hold. And I want to tell you something else. Look at me." He looked up, already getting tears in his eyes. "Cale, I'm going to end up crying, too. Don't you dare feel bad about crying. Every tear is in honor of your Dad, and that's a really good thing, OK?" Cale looked up at me, and there were a few tears starting, but I figured it was better for him to understand his feelings before this event that to be startled by them. So I was pleased to see the tears. "Uncle Sean?" he said. "Make sure to stay close to me. I need you." My tears started gushing then. He needed me! I'd always been easy to weep at movies and even books, and I was gushing now. I leaned into Cale and cried a few tears in his hair. "Cale, I'll be right with you, but you have to be right with me, too. I'm going to need support, too. Your Dad was my only brother, you know. We had differences over the years, but I loved him. And you know what?" The tears were still in my eyes. "What?" Cale looked up at me and his eyes were wide and shiny. Tears weren't flowing anymore though. He looked up at me. My parents weren't paying attention to us. I reached around and whispered in Cale's ear. "I love you." With that, we just held each other until the end of the ride. When we got to the funeral home we got out of the car and walked inside. A few people were there already, and we were going to stay an hour or so. We stood near the door in a bit of a receiving line, but it felt fake to me. He'd dropped a few tears here and there, but was polite to everyone. Some of them he even knew. After a few more of my brother's friends came up to talk to us, I felt Cale twitching and shivering next to me. I leaned down and whispered. "What's up Cale?" "Do I have to go up and see my Dad?" "No, Cale," I answered. "We can stay back here if you want. You know, I want to remember him how he was in life. And I have to tell you, I don't want to go up there either." "Another thing," Cale said. He was blushing again. I bent down and he whispered in my ear. "I need to go to the bathroom again." I giggled. What else could I do? I turned to my parents and said. "I've got to go to the little boys room with Cale. We'll be right back." He looked cute in his suit, but even more precious somehow with the bandaged hands. We walked to the John, directed by the nice Funeral Director. (How is it that they are all so pale?) And we went in. Again I had to unzip Cale and fumble in his pants to get his penis out. But this time I found a surprise. Here I was hunched over in back of him, and my hands were full of a three-inch long hard penis. "Cale, did you need to go, or did you just want someone to touch this?" I guess I was bold, but I wanted to continue the teasing, too, and this was teasing to the utmost. I still had my fingers around his penis. "Well, I needed to pee, but it was hard, too." I didn't know what to do. Absent-mindedly, I stroked the penis a couple times. He shivered, then I stopped. That might be exactly what he wanted me to do. I was not going to be trapped there. Right up next to the urinal, Cale's penis was sticking out and it occurred to me that it was pointing all by itself. So I let go and said, "when it's in that condition, I don't think I have to hold it all while you pee, Cale. Go ahead, try to pee. You can hold an erection with your thumbs if you need to. He made the effort and produced a little. I know how hard it is to piss with an erection. I reached over and washed my hands and gave Cale a little room to concentrate. Pretty soon he was done, and also his penis was softer. Maybe it was a piss hard-on, and he wasn't trying to trick me into playing with it. I was unsure. He'd had that sly smile on his face all the way from when we left the viewing room. Cale came over and I knelt on the floor in front of him. I undid his pants, tucked his penis back away, and also his shirt which had become untucked, and then had a few words with my little trickster. "Cale, has anyone ever talked to you about erections?" Again, he was really quiet and just shook his head. "Well, then, Uncle Sean will come to the rescue again. It's something you really need to know about. Remind me at bedtime, OK? I'll tell you about them then. Now, let's go back out to the viewing. By the way, you've made me proud all night so far." I kissed him on the cheek. We went back took our place in the receiving line. My Dad leaned down and asked, "What took you so long?" I whispered at him, "Dad, Cale can't work his zipper with his hands like that. So it takes him a few minutes to pee. I don't think he'll be taking a shower tonight, and I'm probably going to have to bathe him for a couple of days. I did it when he was littler, but this is going to embarrass him." Dad replied, "Your mother could do it." "Dad, do you want the kid to die of embarrassment? I'll do it. He and I are getting along really well, so it won't be bad." Little did he know that I was looking forward to it. Still, I felt a bit guilty at liking his naked little body as much as I did. But I was caring for him, and he needed it. I shoved those thoughts to the back of my mind. We'd talk about it later. Pretty soon the crowd thinned out, and we got back in the car for the drive home. Cale was sleepy, so I let him lean on me, and he was out and asleep for the short drive. When we got home I carried him in. My mother stopped us in the hall. "Are you going to need help getting him dressed for bed." It was 9:30, and Cale hadn't awakened yet. "No, Mom." I answered. "I think I can even manage to get him through a bath. Since he can't get these hands wet for another three days or so, I'd better get used to helping him out." "Yeah, you'd better get used to it," she said, again almost underneath her breath. Like earlier, my dad interrupted with an "Ahem!" This time, he added something. "Sean, we're going over to the lawyer's office in the morning to hear John's will. You need to come, too, and so does Cale. Our appointment is at 11:00, so you two can get lots of sleep." "OK, Dad. Good night you two. I think I'm going to get my little burden here up to bed. If he wakes up I'll have a go at giving him a bath tonight." Cale seemed like was still asleep, but when we got to our suite of rooms he started talking again. "Uncle Sean, what's a will?" "Cale, how long have YOU been awake?" "Since we came in the front door. I just didn't move or anything because I like being carried. Maybe it's because I'm bigger, but nobody's carried me since my Dad first got sick two years ago." "Tell you what, Cale, I'll carry you around once and a while, but you are getting too big for it." I pinched his butt and he giggled. "Maybe if we just take a little off you're butt you wouldn't weigh so much." I set Cale down on the bed and started to answer his question. "Well, Cale, a will is a letter you write in case you die. It's kind of like a way to say goodbye to the people you love. And in the will you give away all of the things in your life that you own." "Is my Dad going to give me away?" Cale again looked scared. While answering his question I was changing, and had gotten down to underwear and dress shirt, half unbuttoned. I walked over and scooped him up in my arms. "Cale, nobody is giving you away. You're too special, and you are not property!" I kissed him behind the ear, set him down, and began undressing him by taking off his tie. (It was a lot easier than tying it had been just a couple hours earlier.) "Uncle Sean, can I live with you?" This question startled me. I'd done well be myself for a few years. My last long-term girlfriend had been several years ago. I had a friend I took to academic parties. Hell, I hadn't been laid in years. And I had my house all fixed up in South Philadelphia. Did I want a kid living with me? Even this kid who I loved? The answer was a clear "Yes," but I couldn't imagine it happening. "Well, Cale, it's not going to be up to either of us. I figure you'll probably end up with your mother or with your grandparents. I'll make it a point to visit a lot, though. And I promise you this right now. We're going to Disney World at Christmas together, OK?" By this time I had his coat and shirt off. I reached down and took off Cale's shoes, then reached to his buckle. He gasped a little. "Well, Cale, you are going to have to be naked for your bath, and with hands like that I don't think you're taking a bath all by yourself." Here's a kid who wanted me to pet his hard-on less than an hour ago, and now was shy about taking off his pants. I unzipped him and motioned him to stand up. His pants fell down his legs, then I slid his underwear down. "Lift your right leg." I took off a sock. "Now the left." And I took off the other one. "OK, hold out your hands." I checked to see if the wrapping was still tight, and examined it closely because I was going to have to rewrap them. It was only a couple narrow ace bandages with a metal brace to keep him from stubbing the fingers again. "Well, Cale, I think I can rewrap those tomorrow, but I'm exhausted and won't do it tonight. Let's go in the bathroom and get you cleaned up." Well, Cale was over being shy now. I looked down and his penis was a little stub. Like he'd been dumped in cold water. Well, maybe he was still a little shy. I ran the bath water, and Cale decided to pipe up. "So, Uncle Sean, why aren't you going to take a bath with me?" "Cale, I think the bathtub is probably too small. But, actually, why don't I give you a bath standing up? Then I can get some of the grime from the stadium off of me as well." I figured if I was kneeling over the edge of the tub and washing his every little bit, then I had a big danger of getting an erection. I figured that if I just did this like it was normal and everyday then I might not pop a woody. Sure, I had to talk to Cale about erections later, but I'd rather not show mine off to him. Not yet! I finished with the water and then took my shirt and boxer briefs off. (I like to feel snug, but also like having legs so the underwear doesn't bunch up.) "Climb in and be careful, Cale. Stay standing and I'll get the sponge all wet and then get you wet." This was going to be good. It wasn't cold in there, but water drying on skin was going to cool us down quite a bit. So I figured that would hold down any more erections - cold air usually has that effect on me -- on both our parts, until we had a chance to talk later. We were facing each other and standing in the tub. "OK, Cale, since we don't want to get your hands wet, you're going to have to hold them up. We're going to skip a shampoo for now. Try putting your hands on top of your head like this." I demonstrated, and he put his hands up. It would have been a very coquettish pose if he'd given me that sly smile he likes to use, but Cale was a little cold, and his quivering lips just didn't cut it. I reached over and picked up the huge sponge we had, dunked it in the water, and proceeded to squeeze hot water all over Cale. The lip quivering stopped. "Feels good, doesn't it, Cale?" I got a nod to him, and almost a word before I picked up the soap and started to work him over. I lathered up real good and said, "Close your eyes. I then washed Cale's face and neck with my hands. I'm just not a washcloth kind of guy, when it comes to giving myself a shower. I realized at that moment I was a bit trapped. I was going to have to touch him all over, or grab a washcloth and spoil the "we do this every day" nonchalant way we were going about this. Well, I was going to have to do under the foreskin anyway, so, I kept going. After rinsing Cale's face and neck with squeezes from the sponge, I lathered up again, passing my hands and the soap under his armpits. He giggled. Then I did his chest. More giggles. I ran my hand over his stomach, and then twirled my finger in his navel. "Gotta get out all the dirt, right?" I looked into Cale's face and he seemed to be having a bit of trouble keeping his hands up on his head. I rinsed his chest by squeezing out the sponge all over, then rubbed my hands around a bit to get the excess water off. "A little while longer on keeping those hands up, Cale. Turn around now." He turned around and I repeated things. As my hand went all over his back he arched it a bit. His hands were clearly getting tired. I soaped up once more and did his butt. Another tricky spot. I just gritted my teeth and slipped a hand between the cheeks and rubbed a couple times. I hit his hole both times, and his hands slipped when he jumped. Then I rinsed again with the sponge. "Now, you can take down your hand and turn around." While he did this I reached over, grabbed the soap and lathered up for the final go. I looked down and Cale Junior was standing up. So much for the strategy of cold air keeping it down. "So, you seem to be enjoying your bath." I Just went for it. Soaped the little balls and then the shaft. Then while holding on with one hand I pulled back the remaining foreskin and just slicked up the head with my fingers a few times. I looked up while I did this and saw a look of wonder on Cale's face. His hips started moving all on their own, a bit of a thrust, and then I finished the naughty bits and continued by leaning down and washing Cale's legs and feet. When I bent over he rested his arms on my dry back. As I leaned over washing Cale's legs I got a really nice view of his penis. It was a little three-inch wonder. Wow. Soapy, with a bright pink head, almost purple, sticking out of its collar. Now mine started to get hard. Time for the sponge. I raised myself up again, rinsed him off, and then reached out of the tub for a towel. "Cale, can you dry yourself?" I asked. "Yeah," "Then get out of the tub and let me wash. I'll see you in the bedroom." Cale stood out of the tub and dried while I washed. I made sure to go through the same routines on myself as I did him, I guess so he'd know I wasn't just washing him because I enjoyed it so much. By the time I finished Cale was all dry and just standing there. I got my towel and started drying, and Cale just stood there, gooseflesh mounting, and penis starting to droop. "Cale, don't just stand there freezing to death, get in there and dress for bed. I'll be right in." He left and I looked down. My penis was only half-hard, but it had reached full length, and that was about twice as long as Cale's, and much thicker. That's probably why he was glued to the spot and freezing after drying off. He was staring at me. Nothing I could do about it now. I dried off, wrapped the towel around me to keep a little warm, and went into the other room. Cale was on his bed and still naked, and he was leafing through the Harry Potter book. "Uncle Cale, where did we stop last night." Just as casual as that, his penis now was regular size, and he thought nothing of being naked now. I took off my towel and grabbed my silk boxers, then I walked over to him, grabbed his head, and gave him a loud kiss on the ear. He just looked up, a little stunned, I guess. "What was that for?" "Remember how shy you were around me just yesterday? Well, look at you now. You're sitting on the bed naked with your legs spread wide apart and just asking me an ordinary question. I don't think you even knew you had no clothes on. So, I guess you trust me a lot, and I feel special about that. So I kissed you to say thanks." "Oh, that's cool. If we trust each other so much, then why are you putting on your boxers?" "Well, Cale, I thought I'd go down and say goodnight to my mother before we get down to reading. I'm going to put on a T-shirt, too. If you want to go like that, though, then be my guest." Cale giggled again. "OK, I'll come." He got dressed in the boxers he wears to bed and a T-shirt, and I did the same, then we went downstairs. It was about 10:15, so we were going to just say goodnight and go back up. We walked into the den and my mother was watching TV. She turned around when we approached. Who wouldn't, Cale was had raced down the step like a herd of Buffalo. "So Cale, are you clean now?" "Yup, Uncle Sean did a good job. We're going to wait for a shampoo until the morning. I had to stay with my arms up like this for forever. I thought they were going to fall off. Then I could put them down but had to hold them out like this. I didn't get to rest until Uncle Sean was washing my legs." I loved it when he went into "motormouth" mode. "It wasn't that big a deal, Mom. Cale is ticklish in a surprising number of places, though." "Yes, I remember from when I used to give him baths. You were a lot smaller then, Cale." My mother seemed in a better mood, then she said. "Now you two go to bed. We've got important things to do tomorrow." I answered, "Cale, run upstairs and I'll be right there." Cale left the room. "We'll probably be up a little while longer, Mom. Cale wants to talk. So I'm going to listen for a while. Don't stay up on our account." Mom had swelling ankles, and she stayed downstairs often. That she was in a nightgown and robe told me that she was settled in. And since my father was an early and sound sleeper, we were not going to be disturbed. I climbed the steps and got to the bedroom to see Cale lying on his back naked on my bed. Both hands were behind his head, and he had his ankles crossed. And that sly grin on his face. Had I unleashed a monster? "Cale, what if someone else were the one to open this door?" I got giggles for a response. "OK, kid," I answered, reaching over to rub his head. "We have to try to brush teeth before bed, too. Come on." We went into the bathroom and I again had to help Cale out. Just couldn't hold the toothbrush. It wasn't too bad, though. I didn't quite have to grab his head in a death grip and scrub his gums so he was bleeding with tears streaming down his face. But it was close! Then I brushed my teeth. And we went back to the bedroom. "OK, Cale, what do you want to do first, read the book or talk?" I knew I had to face this conversation soon. And I really wanted to do so without popping a woody. "Talk!" he said. I was a bit unnerved, but also looked forward to the conversation. With us guys, knowing about your erection is something that can serve you for life. He already knew that it felt good when it was hard. I wanted to be the one to show him that his penis was something that could give him pleasure his whole life. I just didn't know how to do it without feeling I was some kind of molester. "Ok, then, Cale, let's get in bed and we can talk." He promptly got into my bed. "Aren't you going to get naked?" This one was a cheeky little boy. "Why do you want me to be naked?" I just stood by the bed and looked him in the eye. I also smiled just slightly, so he'd know that I wasn't mad. "Well, umm! I just liked it last night when I slept with you and I could feel how warm you were and . . . I just don't know. But I like it when we're both naked and just talking. I feel safe. I guess I'd feel safe if you had clothes on, and if you don't want to get naked I understand. I mean, lots of people would think it was weird. But I like it." His voice slowed down, and he didn't know where to go from there. While he was talking he'd let one of his bandaged hands slide down and he was stroking his balls. "Cale, you make a pretty good argument. I always want to be open and honest. I'm scared that being naked might lead to what people call molesting. That's making a boy do things that he doesn't want to. It makes me really nervous. On the other hand, I promised you this talk, and it is very important. So, here goes." I took off my shirt and boxers and climbed into bed. "You get under here too, Cale. Now, what do you want to ask? When you broke into tears at the funeral home because you had an erection, I almost cried, too. Go on, ask a question." He scooted under the covers but stayed on his back. There was no other way for him to lay comfortably with his jammed fingers. "Why do I get erections? I've been getting them for about a month. My penis gets really hard and it won't stop. It feels funny." "It feels good, too, doesn't it Cale?" I could have pointed out how good he was feeling in the shower, but I wanted Cale to say these things. Cale blushed a bit. This kid was the king of blushing. Then he answered. "When we were in the shower and you cleaned under my foreskin it felt so good I thought I was going to die! What makes it feel that way?" He sounded worried, but mostly curious. I turned towards him and got really close, but not so close that my penis was touching him. "Cale, you're penis is designed to give pleasure. It has all sorts of nerve endings in it that really feel good when you touch them. Even babies get erections. In fact, you've probably gotten erections most of the nights of your life. When you dream you often get an erection." "Really? I've been getting erections all my life?" "Yup! When you woke up this morning you had one, remember? It was poking me in the bellybutton." I got a blush with that one. "I'm sorry." "Look Cale, don't be sorry. It's a fact of life. We can't control our erections. They happen all the time. When kids get to be about your age or a little older, they start happening more and more when you're awake. Just wait until you get to be 13 or so. They'll be happening all the time." "Really?" "Yup!" I looked in his eyes and he stared at me. "Cale, do you know how babies are made?" "Yeah." Cale said it slowly, like this was forbidden territory. "Well, Cale, you know that the man puts his penis in the woman's vagina, right? And you know that he shoots sperm in there, and then that fertilizes the egg, right?" "Yeah, my dad told me that. What does that have to do with erections?" He almost looked scared when he asked that question. Ten year olds don't often want to go near girls. "Well, Cale, you need an erection to do that. And all your life your body practices getting erections so you'll be able to do it when the time comes. But you need more than just an erection." "What else do I need, besides a girl?" He blushed even more. I leaned over and kissed his nose. My penis brushed his hip just a little. Cale, you are awfully cute when you blush, did you know that?" He blushed even more. "OK, where were we? Right. What else do you need? You need an orgasm. An orgasm happens when you get so much pleasure in your penis that it feels like it's going to burst. And it feels so good when it happens, you wouldn't believe it. I'm pretty sure you were on the way to one when I was soaping up the head of your penis in the shower." "When a man has an orgasm, that pushes out the sperm. When a boy has one, it just feels really good." "Boy, it felt really, really good. It felt so good I thought I was going to cry!" Cale wasn't blushing anymore. He was smiling real big. "So, wanna know how to get an erection, Cale?" He nodded, still smiling. "Just think of a time when your penis feels that good. Just remember what happened in the bathroom. You can even talk about it. Go ahead. What did it feel like?" "Do I have to?" "Trust me. You'll like this." "Well, I was real embarrassed to turn around. I didn't want you to see my stiffy, er. . . erection." "Cale, you can say stiffy, or woody, or boner or erection, I don't care." His eyebrows went up at that. "Now go on with the story. "Well, I knew you had to wash it. So I turned around and looked down, because I was shy. And then you just reached down and did it. You just did it! You soaped up my balls, and that felt good. Real good." He looked over at me and smiled again. "Then you soaped up my penis. Gosh, that felt great! You moved your hand up and down it maybe three times, and I thought I was going to scream it felt so good. Then came the best. When you held my penis with one hand and cleaned the top of it . . . um. . . my foreskin. . . with your fingers. . . Wow! I almost fainted!" "So, Cale, remember when I said you could give yourself an erection? Check this out." I reached under the covers and found his three-inch woody. "Cale, look what you did just by talking about it." I held it a little longer and looked and the wonder spread all over Cale's face. He was in awe. "It got hard just 'cause I talked about it?" I fondled him just a little more. Slid my fingers up and down the shaft, and then let go. He got this sly look on his face, then reached between my legs and touched my woody with his bandaged hand. OK, the Ace bandage wasn't soft at all. But his thumb stroked me as much as it could." We were frozen there for a minute. I think we both knew we shouldn't be touching each other. I was hard, very hard. And Cale was just a second ago. If I knew boys, he was even harder after touching me. I looked him in the eyes and Cale looked a little afraid. He spoke slowly, but didn't move his hand. "Can I see your stiffy?" He was clearly afraid I'd get mad. "Yes," I said, "but get that hand away, OK? A touch here and there is OK, but we need to be careful. Remember?" He moved his hand away from my raging penis, and I pulled down the sheet, uncovering us both. Cale got up on his elbows and looked down at my penis. "It's big!" "Well, Cale, it's really only average. Yours will be this big some day. Maybe three or four years. And I think your stiffy is just fine, Cale. It's as hard as it needs to be. Now, we ought to go to sleep." I turned towards Cale and kissed his cheek. Then I whispered in his ear. "Now you're going to find out how tough it is to sleep with a boner! And you can't even take care of it." He leaned to me then. Our penises touched just barely. Mine throbbed. And he whispered to me. "Thanks for teaching me, Uncle Sean. But what do you mean by taking care of it." I may have gone too far. But I had to tell him. After all, the goal here was to make sure that Cale knew that his penis would be a good friend and toy for years to come. "Well, Cale," I leaned back so that lovely touch of his penis on mine was broken. "When you play with your penis, it is called masturbation. Or jerking off. Or beating off. Or about a hundred other things. Boys and men play with their penises until they get an orgasm, a really good feeling. But it is something you usually do alone. So, we're both going to have to go without tonight." "OK," Cale said. He was looking sleepy. His penis was still hard, though. I was already resting on my side and leaning on Cale with my penis pressing on his side. "I'm gonna sleep." He reached up and turned out the light on the bedside table and turned away from me, then wiggled into a spooning position. If I thought he was going to have a tough problem with not being able to take care of his erection, he sure showed me! I was going to have a much tougher time with my erection pressing against his butt. Still, I just reached under him with one hand, and over him with the other and squeezed a little. I had my favorite boy in my hands, and that was very good. I kissed the top of his closely cropped head and went to sleep, stubbornly trying to ignore my penis, which was throbbing and pressed tightly to Cale.