Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2018 00:03:50 -0500
From: Parker Fullmore <parkerfullmore@gmail.com>
Subject: Caleb, Raised By Wolves -- Chapter 2

Caleb, Raised By Wolves

by 80sChildExploration

WARNING: You must be over 18 to read. This is a 100% work of fiction. All
names, character traits, places & scenarios are made up by me. Any
coincidences is purely accidental.

CRBW -- Chapter 2: `Is It Hot In Here, Or Is It Just Me?'

"Whatcha doin', Caleb?" Parker chirped? His little shirt rode up a bit to
show the bottom lip of his outie belly button. Yeah. We're both outies. I
suppose another Fullmore boy trait. Where my outie is more like a
semi-soft, half-sunken marble & orb like, Parker has a sub-flush spiral
cinnamon roll outie. Quite intricate. "Not much, Lil' Bro" I piped up."It's
only noon. Wanna go to the pool with you. Oh, please, please, pleeeease?!",
Parker asked. I had to chuckle at his cuteness. It was Friday in June, &
while school was still a thing, it was some sort of Professional
Development Day (P.D. Day), where kids get the day off & teachers still go
to school to learn about new teaching techniques to make them smarter to
teach us smarter. "Yeah, sure. Cool with me." I replied, followed by a
tight armed gorilla hug around my neck. `Strawberry. He was drinking
Strawberry Quik, which means mom must have run out of our standby Chocolate
syrup', I thought. He did smell good, nonetheless. "Let's go ask", I told
Parker, as he jumped off my persons to bolt out the door as fast he came.
My boner already gone soft upon his arrival... though I did notice my dick
twitch once upon smelling strawberries on his breath. Parker was already in
the kitchen by the time I trotted my butt down the stairs. "Aw, but, WHY,
mommy?!", Parker exclaimed. "Because. I'm all for Parker babysitting you at
home, but this is out in the world & in water. Sorry. Looks like you'll be
coming with me to do some errands", was mom's final answer. An overly
dramatic pout was Park's last ace in the hole. Our mom, not being an ogre,
could only smirk while trying to stay composed as the authority figure of
the household & bargained with him: "Tell ya, what... you come with me &
we'll go through the carwash, then I'll let you be a Toys-'R'-Us kid & you
can pick out a toy under $6." Not a super-fantastic deal, but pretty good
for a 6-year-old. I went upstairs to pack my duffle bag for swimming for
one.

I was a good 7 minutes into the 15 minute walk when I went past a more
economically depressed area of SoCal. A row of empty fields on one side of
the street. On the other another small field, then set about 70 feet in, a
hill with a creepy old, dilapidated mansion. To describe it best, I'd say
it's like The Addams Family mansion... only by accident, due to neglect. The
reason is, this use to be a pretty good industrial park area, that slowly
died. This mansion on the hill once housed an industrial battery plant. A
family business, the mansion housed the owner & his family. The plant went
under; & while the buildings are long gone, the mansion was once thought to
be the basis of a renaissance of the area for family housing. The mansion,
the crowning jewel overlooking the would-be area. Sadly, the ground was so
polluted with leaked battery acid, buried underneath, the toxicness killed
the dream. The mansion & its area fenced off with an 8 foot chain-link
fence. I looked at the deterioration of the house as I often did. No
change. I went on my merry way, as the imaginary mercury in my thermometer
rose. By the time I got to the outdoor public pool, I saw a familiar figure
waving me over. My friend Anthony Gonzalez. Anthony, was also 11 &
obviously Mexican. A bit short for his age, he had some weight to lose. A
bit of jelly-belly & starting of `moobs' (man-boobs). A medium-light skin
Mexican with short, tight black curls, Anthony -- `Ant', or ANT-Tony, as we
called him sometimes due to a bit of a natural Mexican dialect despite
being born in the US -- had a towel over his shoulder covering his moobs.
Puberty, like for me, was on the cusp, but lags a few months compared to
me. "Hey, man", followed by a mutual high-five. "No little bro?, he
inquired. "Nah. My mom couldn't come today." I explained. "Okay. Swimming
for two then. More waves for us!", he chirped with a smile, showing a tiny
gap between his front teeth. Couldn't help but smile to Anthony's
always-on-the-bright-side outlook. Paid our admission fee & headed to the
boys change room.

I've known Anthony since we were 8, & he moved here from San Diego. He's
good people.Per usual, Anthony always changed either in the toilet stall,
or in the wall-lined benched open area of the cement bunker that housed the
change rooms/toilets, Life Guard's offices & pool equipment room. The last
2 summers, he would always go through the same routine: Wrap his towel
around his sizable waist, shimmy his shorts or jeans down under it
awkwardly. I never did see his dick for what I can remember. I was curious,
I admit it. If I saw it when we peed together at 8, I squandered the
results by not paying attention. Probably cut like me. So I peeled my shirt
off & sat on the wood slat bench to prepare removal of my shoes (no socks
this aft). To my astonishment, & felt I probably audibly gasped, when I saw
Ant-tony forgo the usual towel & yanked down his tighty-whities in one
fluid motion & got an eyeful of his golden brown goodies. `Holy, shit!', I
thought. Hope I didn't say it aloud. His dick! I was captivated, yet self
aware I was shaking a little seeing it. It was about 2.5" uncut. Foreskin?!
On MY Ant-tony?! It was more thick at the base & tapered down to his
foreskin, that had a cone to it, with some some intricate rings wrinkles
around the foreskin. Other than my brother Parker, Anthony was only the
second uncircumcised boy I had ever seen... & his dick looked uniquely
different than Parker's. `Do they come in different types?', my mind raced,
while also tried to memorize the beauty I was witnessing, in case it was
like catching a shooting star. It kind of looked like an upside down unlit
candle hanging from his pubic region, where as Parker's foreskin had a bit
of a squished teardrop end to it. Ant-tony's balls were small, almost
non-descript. Much smaller than mine & inset between his thick thighs. My
dick was getting semi-hard, & Anthony made eye contact me. I know this
because I was looking up at Anthony's head a split second before he saw me.
The only thing that broke my concentration of staring at his beautiful set
of genitals, was the fact I had to double-check in my mind this was real or
this was actually Anthony I was seeing... besides it being my first
non-related uncircumcised dick. He caught my eyes & gave me a  ¼
acknowledgement & continued on, reaching into his gym bag for his swim
trunks. Doing that gave a wonderful, brief view of his butt. Ample, a bit
of divots to it, it was a few shades lighter than the rest of his usual
medium-light skin. His genitals were barely a shade darker than the rest of
his torso, arms, legs, etc. At this rate I noticed I was naked, sitting on
the wood slat bench bare ass... something I tried to avoid, since it
contained the butt prints of who-knows-who. "Come, on, dude!", Antony
prompted. "Oh", I managed to get out, quickly being brought back to earth.
"Yeah, you go ahead," my horniness was rapidly rising & I needed to jerk
off ASAP! "You go ahead. I gotta take a wicked piss", I lied. Anthony went
on his way, as I made a beeline to the other side of the cement block wall,
where the urinals & stalls were located. But I didn't go to the urinals. I
went straight for the stall, slamming the door shut & locking it. I yanked
my swimsuit down to above my knees, & grabbed my hard 3.5" tightly
circumcised prick & began jacking fast, while my mind raced to relive the
vision of beauty I just enjoyed. `Uncut. Tanned. Small, but cute. Foreskin.
Tapered. Where was his head? I didn't make an outline under his skin, like
I had Parker. Is it small?' So many thoughts as I stroke my dick, wrapping
my clenched fingers up and down the shaft, all the way to the rim of my
mushroom helmet; unable to get any shaft skin over my flared rim, I could
do when I was I completely soft (even though it would spring back
instantly). Making soft grunting noises, I used my free hand to hold
against the divider for stability. It took me a quarter of my usual jacking
time to bring myself to what I thought was a dry orgasm. I kind of even
lost perfect vision & when I could see straight, I saw a couple of droplets
of clear fluids on my palms, & some sticky wetness on my pee slit. `Holy,
shit!', I thought. Did I cum for real this time??!! Was this just sweat
from my brow, applying gravity on my dick?' Not much time to evaluate, as
my legs were weak as my concentration went to shoring up my legs. I took a
few deep breaths to gain my composure, as I witness my dick deflate. My
inner-foreskin (above the circ scar, but below the rim) was flush with
color & had a more intense shade my scar always enjoyed. I yanked my swim
trunks up & opened the door. Empty room. Everybody must be in the pool.
`How long was I jacking for?', I thought. At least nobody knew. I opened
the outside door to the fenced-in pool area & the bright California sun
blinded me, as I squinted for protection. I looked around & saw the usual
suspects-- boys & girls as young as 3 or 4 & old as 14 or 15. Not many
adults. Some moms & dads with their little kids. There was 2 pools
separated by 6 feet of concrete ground; the one pool shallow end-only for
little kids. That's where the adults were. The main pool was crowded as
fuck today. I spotted Anthony, with the help of his famous animated arms. I
found a spot clear enough to do a cannon ball & swam to him.

"Hey, man. Don't go to the northwest corner. I think some kid peed there",
Anthony thoughtfully warned. I chuckled-- "Okay. I won't...", I vowed. As
Anthony did a Shamu type roll, his body rolled around, including his crotch
area. The wet water clung to his mostly neon orange swimsuit, with yellow
side flames pattern. That made me think about his dick again. `It's in
there; he's got one & saw it!', I shouted in my head. We had a typical
swimming experience, took breaks when we could. The cement was warm & dry
until we parked our butts on it. Some older teen did give me a dirty look
as I climbed the aluminum short staircase to get out. `Was my ass hanging
out? Did I cut him off?', I mused to myself. Anthony pulled out a couple of
apples from his gym bag & handed me one & had a mid-afternoon snack. By
this time, it was 2:40 & pool day session was over by 4 o'clock, with an
evening session 6pm to 8pm. That same teen walked past us, our backs
against the warm chain link fence, our butts no luke-warm, due to cooling
the cement with our damp suits. I squinted a bit as he past, as his stare
was very blatant & he centered on me especially. "What's HIS problem?", I
asked Ant-tony. "What kid?", he replied. "That kid over there...", I pointed
while still looking at him. "I don't see no kid, Cale". I looked & in a
blink of an eye, he was gone. He was about 14 or 15. A tall, lanky boy with
milky-white skin, & medium-dark auburn hair. He had a bit of a sinister
smile & a pug nose. Freckles! He had some on his cheeks. Oh, yeah-- & a
cleft in his chin. Not bad details for a kid I only saw twice. He was well
into puberty, because as an after-thought, I remembered the beginnings of
some short, blondish hairs above his lip for what would-be probably soon, a
mustache."I don't know, man. Some kids are assholes", Anthony offered up. I
could only give a `yeah'. "Wanna go back in?", Anthony asked, to which I
was all in for. We swam some more, used the slide when available. I got
brushed on my lower back with a body part, & when I looked over my
shoulder, it was that kid again. Definitely no accident... but was he trouble?


We took another break, this time standing on the little there was
greenspace lining parts of the chain-link fence not covered by cement. The
kid -- or teen -- was heading towards us. `Uh-oh!', I thought & very well
could have said out loud. "What?", Anthony asked, as the teen stopped a
foot away from us. "Hey", he said to us. A bit of a deep voice. For sure
well into puberty. Despite his slender build, probably strong. `Hmm?'
Beginnings of a six-pack, I observed, & an outie, too. Not "too" as in
Anthony. No, he had a deep innie. But this kid had a sort of raised bubble
outie, so no rim could be seen. `Oh.' A sporadic, thin, dark blond trail of
hair going from below his bubble outie, disappearing into his swim trunks;
which were burgundy with thick a black stripe on each side. "What's your
name?", he asked, adding-- "I'm Curtis. Curtis with a `C'...", he chuckled.
`Was that a joke?!', my mind raced to ask. `Is it suppose to start with
that letter?', `Is this an older-teen thing?', `Did I say something about
it & forget?!!?'. `Okay, calm down, Caleb, & listen', I told myself.
Anthony introduced himself... with the usual silent-H, sounding like the nick
Ant-tony, or Ant we awarded him. I introduced myself, too. "You seem cool,
& I don't usually come to this area for swimming", he added. "Mind if I sit
down & hang with you cool dudes for a while?" I was taken aback & had a
feeling he meant it. "Be our guest", always hospitable Anthony offered.
"So, hot as balls today, huh?", Curtis cracked. "Yeah", was all I could
muster up. I was concentrating on his eye color, which seemed to be blue.
It was hard to tell because he was squinting. Maybe it was the sun, or
maybe he has squinty eyes naturally. `Dainty' wrists, I observed. "Hey,
look, I gotta go... but I sometimes hang by myself by Griffith Park, by the
trees that  back on to the housing development on the other side of the
brick wall"; this was close by to my place. "Yeah... uh, okay", I considered;
still unsure if he was a trustworthy dude. "Cool, cool. I think I found my
2 new best friends for this summer", he positively proclaimed with a smile,
as he got up & headed for the change room doors. "What the fuck just
happened?!", I asked with a sense of awe, & Anthony said-- "I don't know,
dude... I guess we made a new friend." Anthony picked up his gym bag. "Wanna
go back in?" I asked, feeling warm. "LIGHTNING!", followed by the piercing
of a whistle. All eyes went to the lifeguard. Some bleached-blond college
douche. Probably there to meet chicks. When there's a strike of lightning
or even thunder, pool is cleared & we wait on the cement for 20 minutes
without another to know it's safe to go back in. "Hey, man. I'm beat",
Anthony belched out before asking-- "You going to the evening sesh?". "I
dunno yet. Have to see if my mom will let me", was my best estimation.
"Okay. See ya, or phone ya otherwise", he said as he headed for the same
door Curtis did. Weather became shitty & we all gave up on the rest of the
afternoon. By the time I got to the change room, all the boys were gone,
save for a couple. Saw one cut dick there on some 8-year-old. By that time,
having seen Anthony for the first time FINALLY, meeting Curtis... with a `C',
& having just seen another dick, I was horny & ready to go to the same
stall & get myself off.

The End of Chapter 2.

Is Curtis a good guy, or does his mischievous grin mask an ulterior motive?
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