Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 23:22:12 -0500 From: The Jongolier Subject: The Mountain Cabin Part 1 DISCLAIMER: This story contains consensual sex between two male minors. If this sort of thing offends you or you are underage, do not read this. This story is the property of The Jongolier, any reprinting or other use is only by permission. This is a work of fiction. If it offends you, don't read it! Certainly don't send me email about WHY it offends you. It doesn't offend me and it doesn't offend the many many readers who write to me to tell me they love it. Now that the legal mumbo jumbo is out of the way, this is going to be my longest, most refined story yet. If you want cheap sex, go elsewhere. While my story has its share of sex, this is a love story, not truly porn. If you like it, email me at jongolier@myself.com. If you don't like it, email me anyway. Enjoy. THE BEGINNING "Oh my god, look at his little butt!" giggled my grandmother as we watched my cousin Matt skinny dipping in the pool. He was the oldest of three brothers, all cute as buttons at seven, five, and four years old. He was swimming with his head underwater and vainly fighting against the buoyancy his baby fat (centered on his dimpled little butt cheeks) was providing. It was at that exact moment that I started to fall in love with Matt, even though I was only twelve years old myself. My own sexuality was something that never bothered me. I didn't ever label it as "gay" or "bisexual"; I was simply attracted to some boys and some girls. Many girls didn't interest me in the slightest and the same was true for many boys. I was just beginning to feel those stirrings in my own belly when I would see a particular type of boy or girl that interested me. I hadn't even learned to jack off yet. That would happen a year later. As I look back on it now, I was always attracted to those boys and girls whose looks leaned more towards androgynous. My first girlfriend looked and acted like a boy, something which I think attracted me to her in the first place. Of course, this was only a flirtatious elementary school romance. I learned later that she died when her parents took her to Africa for a safari, years after we parted ways. It wasn't anything spectacular; her hammock broke free of the tree it was tied to. Unfortunately for her, that hammock was strung 20 feet in the air and she landed on a large rock. Several years after sitting there giggling at my cousin's shock-white ass pointed to the sky while he swam, I found myself sitting in the same pool with my cousins. Five long years had passed and many momentous events had happened in my life. At 16, on my birthday, I bought a car and got my first blowjob, all on the same day. She was my driving instructor and she had a way of looking at young teenage boys that would make them nearly cum just by returning her gaze. I had resisted her advances, not really being attracted to her (she was too girly; always wearing dresses and high heels) but a blowjob is a blowjob. In fact, this was the first time anyone but me had held my penis in their hand, much less sucked on it. It was amazing and thankfully I never saw her again so there was no awkwardness afterward. There had been a number of relationships since that day five years earlier, but none of them is worth mentioning here. For the most part I drifted through puberty like any other teen. There had been a half dozen serious love affair, some girls some boys. For the most part I was just learning what my body could do and what felt good. Masturbation became a minor religion for me in my early teen years. I sat on the seat carved into the side of the pool and just watched my cousins at play. Matt had lost much of his baby fat but his rear was still "well padded". It wasn't that it was fat; he simply had a little more ass than most people. It bounced perkily when he walked, often driving me so crazy if I walked behind him that I often had to excuse myself for a few minutes and think about something else for a while. His platinum blonde hair that he possessed as a child of seven had mellowed to a dusty blonde that would one day become almost totally brown. He often complained about it to me, but I really liked how his hair was always a good indicator of his maturity. His face was round as a baby's but I could just begin to see his face beginning to lengthen and take on some more adult features. His bright blue eyes, so bright he would often be accused of wearing contacts later in his life, shone beneath his heavily tanned brow. This child loved the sun and the sun loved him. I rarely saw him indoors in the summer and he never seemed to burn. After a whole day at the beach he would often be a dark brown, so dark he would look almost Hispanic by the end of summer, while I would be burned bright red. For his 12th birthday I took him to a water park near my parent's house. When he peeled off his t-shirt I noticed that the baby fat had been quickly replaced by the tight almost-muscles only a pre-teen boy can possess. He still had plenty of softness to him but his belly was taut and his back had the ripples that most body builders try in vain to regain later in life. His brothers were both a close second for Matt. Colin, the youngest, was always going to look a little like a girl. I saw him again at sixteen after not seeing him for a while and he still looked as if he'd be an extremely attractive girl. It was no surprise to me when I heard that he had announced to the family that he was gay and he was moving in with his boyfriend Brad; all this on his high school graduation day. Colin went through life with a perpetual spiritual hard-on. He was always the first to remove clothing at the beach or when we all changed clothes to go swimming. He'd hurry to finish changing and spend the rest of the time watching us change. He was always curious too. He was the first cousin to point out my pubic hair when he noticed it for the first time. He was always asking me questions about his body, and his favorite question was always, "What does puberty feel like?" However, there was a little boy's innocence about it and I never actually ended up doing anything remotely sexy with him. Brad would have to do that for him. Colin, like his brothers, sported blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Unlike both his brothers, though, his hair would stay the light platinum blonde that it started as. The middle boy's name was Stephen. Stephen liked me the least out of the three boys; most of the time we spent at family functions he could be found in a different room than all of us kids. He was a bit of a loner and a recluse. If we all went for a walk, he would stay back on purpose to have the house to himself. When we came back he would as often as not announce that he was going for a walk and disappear for an hour or two. To this day he's aloof and I don't think I've spoken to him for three years or more. The house I keep mentioning was my grandparent's lake house. They bought it as a primary residence and actually lived there for some time. When my grandfather's health began to fail him they moved down into the valley where the oxygen was a little more plentiful. The house remained in the family, however, and we would all head up there for family birthday parties and Christmas. I think I spent more time there than at home during my teenage years. I was one of the few cousins trusted with a key to the place and after I got my license and bought a car I would practically live up there whenever I wasn't in school. My grandmother loved it because I would take care of the place and fix whatever was broken. I wasn't the kind to have parties either so it was no big deal to her to have me living there half the year. While I sat watching the boys swimming my grandmother came out onto the deck and said, "I'm going to the store to get something for dinner. I need to go to the dry cleaners too. Will you be alright?" "Yeah, Grandma," I replied sleepily. The bright mountain sun was beginning to make me relax as I sat in the warm water. She waved at the boys and stepped out. My grandfather had passed away a year before so the house belonged to us "boys" for the next few hours. Matt and Colin swam over to me and sat next to me on the step. Within seconds they found something to bicker about and started to splash each other to punctuate their argument. Since I was sitting between them I was getting the brunt of each boy's assault. I laughed at them and pushed them both off the step. Colin was ready for it and used his feet to launch himself into the water, drenching both Matt and me. Matt simply slid into the water and back up onto the step to sit beside me. "Hey," he said quietly at my side. "What, buddy?" I asked. "Can we, uh, you know?" he asked with more than a little trepidation. He was referring to what we used to do when we the four of us were left alone in the house when we were younger – skinny dipping. It had been some time since we had the opportunity, something like two years. Matt was always shy about asking if it was okay but he always asked. It wasn't that we would get in trouble for it, my grandmother being a very liberal woman, it was just that he always felt a little naughty doing it and he wanted someone's, anyone's, permission. "Sure, kiddo," I replied, peeling my own suit off under the water and slapping it noisily onto the tiles along the side of the pool. The other two boys heard the familiar sound and before I knew it two small pairs of swim trunks were arcing through the air towards my head. It was an old trick and I was prepared for it. I deftly caught both of them and threw them on the pile next to mine. Matt threw his over and launched himself off the step much like his brother had done a few minutes before. I caught a white flash as his untanned backside passed by and then he was deep under the water and streaking towards his brothers. I laughed and followed suit, knowing exactly what he had planned. I didn't want to miss any of it. There is something about those first few minutes of skinny dipping that I love. The water rushing over parts of you that it is usually kept from always felt like thousands of small hands caressing my every nook and cranny. There wasn't anything overtly sexual about it; it simply felt good – like a good massage. My penis waved gently in the water as I streamed along, just above the bottom of the pool, towards my cousins. As I followed I was treated with a view of Matt's tight buttocks pumping his legs up and down as he swam silently ahead of me. Colin and Stephen were splashing each other lightly, doubtless enjoying the sensations I was, when Matt slipped between them like some shark dividing its prey. As he passed he reached out with both hands and gave each boy a sharp pinch on the ass. Even under the water I could hear them both exclaim in surprise. Colin immediately dove under to chase his brother while Stephen tried in vain to move out of the way of my own charge. I easily changed course to meet him and pinched him on my way past. Within a few minutes we were reduced into a massive pinch fight, more squealing and yells of "ouch!" echoing off the nearby forest. The nearest house was nearly three miles down the bank so we weren't worried about being overheard. Out of breath and exhausted we all soon collected on the side of the pool in the shallow end. We had done this dozens of times, not thinking anything about it. In fact, I had been naked with my cousins more than my own brothers. And that includes baths as young kids. These boys were my true brothers. I spent ten times as much time with them growing up than with my own brothers. I floated on my back for a minute or two, trying to relax. Matt had an excellent idea when he said, "Why don't we get in the hot tub? I'm tired." "Yeah!" both of his brothers responded quickly. "Okay, get over there," I said as I got out of the water and headed for the spa controls. The boys unashamedly got out of the water and slowly walked over to the hot tub, twenty feet away across the patio. I bemusedly watched the matching set of bright white boy asses bounce as they walked. I set the heater on high and redirected the water to the hot tub. By the time I got to the hot tub all three boys were seated on the bench that circled the whole thing underwater, sighing with contentment. I got in and sat down on the only vacant side of the bench. Colin swam over and immediately sat in my lap, something he had done countless times when we were younger. Unfortunately he had grown and a key part of me had as well. His bare butt contacted my cock, making it jump a little in surprise. "Whoops," Colin said sheepishly and slid off. "Sorry" "It's okay, buddy," I said while I tried to think of anything to get my cock to settle back down. "You've just gotten too big for my lap I think." He looked at my in a funny way and then the realization that I didn't want him to mention the real reason dawned on him. He quickly said, "Yeah, I guess so. I told you guys I was bigger." He gave his brothers a triumphant look and pulled himself up to sit on the side of the hot tub. Colin had always been a heat wimp, often sitting with only his feet in the hot tub while the rest of us soaked out our tension. I noticed as he sat that his little baby penis was slightly thicker than before. At least it wasn't unpleasant for him, I thought to myself. For about a half hour we sat there in almost total silence while the stresses of our respective lives washed out of our pores along with the sweat. When I started to think we only had a half hour or so before my grandmother got home I suggested that we all get out and take showers. The boys agreed and soon four naked boys were trying in vain to get through the house without dripping on anything valuable. There were only three showers in the house, one being in my grandparents' bedroom, so the four of us shared the remaining two. Colin and Stephen took the smaller of the two, the one in the kids' bedroom, and Matt and I shared the bigger one in the guest bedroom. When Matt declared that he and I would share one I protested saying that he and I were the two biggest so I should share with Colin or Stephen. "But I want to ask you something," he said, mostly under his breath, as he pushed me towards the guest bedroom. "Okay, but you two yell if you need anything, okay?" I said to the two boys who were headed in the opposite direction for their own shower. "Okay," the replied in unison. They soon disappeared around the corner in a flash of white behinds and I gave up resisting. While I dug through the dresser where I kept my clothes for something to wear to dinner, Matt got the shower started and jumped in. I followed close behind and waited my turn by sitting on the toilet. "You wanna share?" he asked innocently. "That way we can get finished sooner." "Okay," I replied hesitantly. I hadn't shared a shower with Matt in more than three years so I was a little resistant, but I quickly got over it and slipped in behind him. While he rinsed off I got out a loofah and loaded it with soap. "Here you go," I said, attempting to hand it to him. "Can you get my back?" he asked sheepishly, refusing to take the soapy sponge from my hands. I didn't know what he was getting at as he never wanted me to help before. I was the one who "taught" him how to take a shower when he was six and even from the beginning he always wanted to prove that he was a big boy and do everything himself. Of course, I had to help when he was younger because he would leave huge areas unwashed, but he had eventually gotten the hang of it. "Okay," I replied, deciding that it was innocent enough. I took the loofah and slowly scrubbed his back from the base of his neck down to the little depression right above the beginning of the gentle crease between his buttocks. I got into a rhythm and he began to lean back against me, sighing with pleasure. There are few things as sublime as getting your back washed. I don't know if I was in some kind of trance or something, or if I was remembering an episode with my friend Jason some weeks before, but I soon noticed that I had washed his buttocks as well, actually ending up on the backs of his thighs. I cleared my throat and reached around to hand him the loofah. "All done," I said, trying to keep my voice from breaking. "Thanks," he said sheepishly. He turned around in order to soap up his front. It was then that I noticed his small penis was at half mast. He followed my line of sight and noticed his condition. He blushed bright red, something I was pleased to find out happens all the way down past his belly button, and hastily turned around again. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, buddy," I said soothingly. When he turned around the look on his face broke my heart. His eyes were looking at me with a mixture of shame, humiliation, and fear. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and his chest heaved with barely contained sobs. Without a second's thought I embraced the naked, soapy little boy and stroked his wet hair. "What's wrong, kiddo? It's okay, I promise," I said in my best comforting tone. He cried like that for a minute or two into my chest before he spoke. "I think something's wrong with me," he said thickly. He lifted his head from my chest long enough to wipe his nose with his arm and quickly reached back around me, reentering the embrace. "It gets big like that sometimes. I don't know why! Do I have some disease? I tried putting ice on it once and it got lots worse. I don't know what to do!" he sobbed out quickly before breaking down again into my chest. I held him some more, adjusting so I wasn't squashing my own groin into his belly, before replying, "Nothing is the matter. They do that, sometimes for no reason." He looked up at me with a look that said, "Really?" and I continued, "It's normal, Matt. You have nothing to worry about. Didn't you learn about this in Sex Ed?" "Dad never signed the permission slip," he replied sheepishly. Thankfully his tears were drying up by this time, any more and I was going to start crying myself. He disengaged and sat in the stream of the shower head, letting it rinse off his tears. "He forgot and then I missed it. Are you serious? It's normal?" "Yeah, buddy. I'm serious. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked. I silently cursed my Uncle for yet another example of what a slacker he was in a long line of examples. I had spent a lot of time around these boys and this wasn't the first time one of them cried out their frustration on me. "Uh huh," he said, nodding his head. "It happened for the first time a month ago while I was taking a shower and I was so scared I told my dad I was sick and couldn't go to school," he continued quickly, clearing wanting to get the words out before he broke down again. "Oh, Matt," I said sympathetically, "I'm so sorry. I wish I could have known, I would have been happy to explain it to you!" He was feeling better by this time, I'm sure finally convinced that his penis wasn't going to fall off or anything, so he exchanged positions with me so I could get cleaned up. Once I rinsed out my hair and started lathering myself up he said, "Can you explain it now?" "I would love to, kiddo," I replied while soaping up my own crotch, "but we need some time with just you and me. Grandma's coming home soon so we don't really have any time. How about tonight after your brothers go to bed?" "Okay," he replied brightly. He was feeling better by the minute. "Let me get your back for you as payment, okay?" "Sure, Matt," I said, handing him the loofah. He took it from me and began to wash my back. His long slender arms were just able to reach up to my neck so he started there and made slow little circles all the way down to my waist. Without any hesitation he continued those circles down across my buttocks, causing my own cock to rise a bit and thicken. When I apprehensively turned around to rinse off he noticed my state and relaxed even further. "See, buddy, it happens to all of us," I said nonchalantly, trying to cover my embarrassment at my condition. He nodded his head thoughtfully; his eyes staying locked to my cock for a few moments before he stepped out of the shower and started to dry off.. I shut off the water and did the same. --- Shortly after dinner my grandmother went to bed, leaving me to get the two rowdy boys and a slightly subdued Matt into bed. Because he was older, Matt got to stay up an hour later than the other two, time we usually spent watching part of a movie in the guest bedroom. He went to pick out a movie and I got the two squirming 10 year olds in bed (this being the one month out of the year that they were the same age). I tucked both kids in bed, making sure Colin had gone to the bathroom. Ever since his father's divorce he had been wetting the bed now and then and it was good to empty the tanks before bed. I started a movie for the two boys on the big screen television in the kids' bedroom before closing the door and heading for my room. I knew from experience that they would be out like lights in less than ten minutes, especially with all the swimming we had done that day. I walked into the guest bedroom, also known as my bedroom, to find Matt snuggled up under the covers of the queen sized bed. He had popped in some movie from the eighties whose name I don't remember. We didn't really watch it; it was simply a backdrop for our conversation. I closed the door and walked over to the unoccupied side of the bed. I stripped, having slept naked my whole life, and climbed in next to Matt. As I lifted up the bedspread and sheets in order to slide my legs in I noticed that Matt was nude as well. He saw me pause for a second and explained, "I thought that since you were going to be naked it was okay for me too." I shrugged my agreement and climbed in next to him. He waited until I was comfortable before snuggling up next to me. This was something we always did when watching movies, so I hardly noticed. Before five minutes had passed I felt his hand tap me on the belly. "Um, can we, er, you know," he stammered. "What, kiddo?" I said, teasing him a little. "Can you explain it now?" he asked, blushing again. I couldn't help imagining that blush traveling down his perfect boy chest, past his outie belly button and down towards his hairless crotch. I felt myself getting a little hard again and willed my cock to relax. "Yeah, buddy. What do you want to know?" I asked. "Why does it do that?" he asked sheepishly in response. "Well, do you know how babies are made at all?" I asked. He shook his head before reaching over and muting the television. "Well, if a man and woman want to have a baby," I said, trying hard not to slip into the monotone voice that most little boys hear the facts of life explained in, "the man puts his penis inside the woman. After some moving around it squirts sperm inside and that combines with an egg inside the woman to make a baby. It's not like a chicken egg, it's really small and it takes nine months to grow into a baby. In fact, twelve years ago you were just a little egg and sperm." He looked at me with a wide-eyed, innocent stare. I decided he got the gist and went on, "In order to get your penis inside the woman's vagina, it gets hard. Otherwise you could never shove it up there. When your penis swells like that, it's practicing getting hard for when you make babies with your wife." It was an oversimplification but a better explanation than I ever got. I made it all the way to thirteen years old before someone explained to me that men don't pee inside women to make babies. I took the opportunity to explain that to Matt also along with some more sex trivia. "Really?" he asked, still wide eyed. "Does it hurt to have sex?" I had just explained the term to him. "No, actually it feels really good." This was where I decided to go out on a limb. "Do you remember when I washed your butt?" He blushed again and replied, "Yeah." "Did it feel good?" "A little," he replied. However, by his tone of voice I could tell it was a bit more than a little. "Well, it's like that, only much much better. When you have sex it feels like a party in your penis. Your whole body feels tingly and little muscles in your groin squeeze over and over again, pushing the sperm out of your penis." Once again he looked at me with that wide eyed, disbelieving stare. I looked into his eyes for a moment, not knowing where to go from there. I quickly decided that it would be so easy to lose myself in that stare. His disheveled hair was dropping softly down his forehead and across his eyebrows, melting into them to give him a bit of a mystic look. His little button nose, almost unchanged since his birth, shined slightly in the light of the TV with just the beginnings of the oily skin of puberty. Everywhere else on his face was soft and perfect. In those two seconds before he spoke again I fell completely in love with him. I had had boyfriends before but the relationship was always based almost solely on sex. This was something deeper. I could feel his heat through my thigh where his own thigh rested along it and it suffused my own leg with a pleasant warmth, one that soon spread throughout my whole body. My heart began to pump. His skin was hot as all little boys' are, their body's strong life force heating them to almost scalding temperature compared to the colder heat of a teenager. By the time one reaches sixteen our bodies have already begun the microscopically slow process of dying. Sometime in early puberty this becomes evident even by a change in smell from the fresh sweet smell that Matt gave off to the harder smell of my own sweat. Even his breath, lightly washing over me while I stared into those endless blue pools of his eyes, was sweet and only slightly tinged by the scent of the ham we had eaten for dinner. "Are you okay?" he asked, sensing my agitation. As he said this he moved his hand from where it rested on his belly onto mine, his pinky finger unconsciously curling into my bellybutton ever so slightly. Without thinking about it, which if I had I wouldn't have taken the chance, I kissed him gently on the lips. I often kissed the boys goodnight when they stayed over, but I hadn't kissed them on the lips since they were three or four years old. When the message finally got to my brain that I was kissing Matt I nearly pulled away in shock. However, I quickly noticed that he wasn't pulling away but reciprocating. He closed his eyes gently and abandoned himself to the kiss. It couldn't have lasted more than ten seconds or so before I lost my nerve and finally pulled back. I'm sure the look in my eyes was one of panicked surprise but Matt's face was glowing. He held his head in the same place, his eyes closed. The only movement was his hand, which pressed slightly harder into my belly. He very slowly opened his eyes, one velvet lid at a time, and looked at me. I didn't know what to say so I just sat there dumbfounded and waited for him to respond. All he did was utter a little sigh and curl up into me with his head on my chest. It was minutes before he got us the courage to ask sleepily, "Why did you do that?" "I'm sorry, Matt," I said quickly. "I don't know. I just got carried away." "Oh. I liked it. It was . . . different," he said, still with a dreamy quality to his voice, now with his eyes closed. He curled tighter into me and in a moment actually fell asleep. My heart was racing with adrenaline, almost totally based on fear of his possible reactions, and I could feel his heart slowing down from its own rapid pace. I shimmied down lower under the covers without disturbing him and laid my head along the crown of his head. He was curled up in my side with his arms folded tightly across his chest. His legs stretched down along mine, barely reaching mid shin on me. I shuffled myself over on my side to face him and quickly felt the hard prodding that was his fully erect penis. It was hitting me on a hip bone so I reached down and gently moved it aside. When my hand touched his cock, only two or three inches hard by the feel, he sighed contentedly and snuggled tighter into my chest. I reached over him and used the remote to turn off the TV and used the same arm to hug him to my chest. It wouldn't be the first time Matt had fallen asleep watching a movie with me. This, however, was the first time he fell asleep before the movie even got started though and the first time we had cuddled this close, awake or asleep, since he was a baby. --- A few hours later I woke, shivering. The lights were off but the full moon shone brightly through the top of the window, the unshaded part, and lit the whole room with an eerie blue glow. It was a moment before I was awake enough to notice two things. One was that the bedspread was mysteriously missing and the top sheet had been pulled back, and two was the Matt was no longer snuggled into my side. He was sitting cross- legged on the bed next to me, staring at me. Even on the blue black moonlit room I could make out the deeper blue glow of his eyes. He didn't seem to notice that I was awake and he seemed to be staring at my body. "What are you doin', Matty?" I said sleepily, unconsciously reverting to a nickname we used to use for him when he was younger. He jumped a little at my voice and looked at my face. "I was just looking," he said sheepishly. He reached down to the foot of the bed and grabbed the bedspread, pulling it back up to my neck before rejoining me. I didn't realize it until he was back snuggling with me but while he was away a part of me felt amputated, not there. When he came back and assumed his old position I felt like I had re- grown some part of me after a long absence. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Looking, huh?" I asked in a joking tone. "Is everything still there?" "Yeah," he said sheepishly, elbowing me softly in the ribs. I gave him a little hug before asking, "You've seen me naked hundreds of times, Matt. What were you looking for?" "I don't know," he confessed. "You look different now. I don't know." "I'm sorry I kissed you buddy," I said thinking that I maybe freaked him out a little. "Why?" he asked innocently. He looked up at me with those wide eyes and I had to stop myself from doing it again. I didn't know what was coming over me. I was on the verge of losing all control of myself. "I thought it might've freaked you out," I said after spending a second to decide on the right words. "I liked it," he repeated matter-of-factly. "It made my belly tingle like you said." "Oh," I said. I was at a loss for words. I knew that I was falling madly in love for him but his response made me feel that he only saw it as sex. I knew deep down that he was only a little boy, but who says the human heart is rational? "It made me tingle here, too," he said, pointing to his chest. My own irrational heart soared. "I love you, Mike," he said. My heart left my body and flew miles into the air. "I love you too, Matt," I replied euphorically. My brain was still screaming that he was only a little boy and couldn't really mean it but I was no longer listening. A lighted sign hung on my consciousness that read "Out of Order". "Can I tell you something?" he asked earnestly. He was no longer looking at me but had rested his head on my chest while I lay there. His arm reached over and hugged my ribcage pleasantly. Little electric signals were shooting out along my skin wherever he touched me. "Of course, kiddo," I said. He smiled and said, "I love it when you call me that." I guessed that that wasn't what he wanted to tell me so I waited. After a second, presumably to get up the courage, he started. "I've had some funny feelings for a while now. All my life we've hung out and had fun and you've always been nice to me. You always make me feel older and treat me like a real person. Everyone else, especially my Dad, treats me like one of the younger kids. It makes me real mad. But you always treated me like I was older and I loved it. For the last year I've felt funny around you and I don't know why. When we were skinny dipping I felt funny too. I don't know why, I mean, we used to go skinny dipping a lot so it wasn't different, I just felt different." He talked almost as though he was in a trance so I didn't dare say anything and break the spell. I got the feeling that what he was saying was hard to get out and that he'd been working up to it while I slept. He took a deep breath and continued. "The second time I got a hard-on," having just learned the term that night, "was when I had a dream about skinny dipping with you. It wasn't anything different except it was just you and me, no Colin, no Stephen. I woke up and my penis was all hard. I thought I was sick or a bug had bitten me. I was so scared that I just sat there and cried and cried until I fell asleep again. When I woke up it was normal again so I kind've thought it was a dream. And then it started happening again, usually when I thought of you. "I told my friend George about it and he called me a fag and won't play with me anymore. I don't even know what that means, but he won't even talk to me anymore. That was a month ago. When you called me and asked if we wanted to come with you this weekend I got all excited, but I didn't know why. I had to work really hard not to stare at you while we skinny dipped. It was my dream all over again. And then I got a hard- on again in the shower with you and I thought I was going to die. But it felt so good when you rubbed my butt I didn't want you to stop. I was worried you would get mad at me and call me a fag too. But then you were so cool! I was so happy I couldn't help it." He took a big breath and sat there for a second. This was the most he had ever said to me at once and every word lifted my heart to new heights. I had no idea that he felt this way. At the same time, I wanted to pound this George into a pile of pulp. No wonder he burst into tears in the shower. "So then you explained a lot to me, stuff I've been wondering about for a long time, but every time you mentioned a woman I couldn't imagine doing that. It just doesn't feel right to me. And then you kissed me. I nearly cried again it felt so good. I think I wanted you to do that but I didn't realize it or something." By the wetness on my chest I could feel that he was crying again. It broke my heart so that I was soon sniffling along with him. It felt like my heart was going to beat right through my chest. "I was so happy. I'm still happy. I think I love you. But isn't that wrong? I mean, aren't I supposed to love a woman? What's wrong with me?" he asked in despair. At this he broke down into real sobbing. I couldn't help but join him. He was in just so much anguish that I couldn't help sharing in it. After we cried for a bit I tilted his little face up to mine and said, "There is nothing wrong with you, kiddo. There is something wrong with the world." He looked up at me questioningly and I proceeded to explain to him what it was to be gay and how the world treats people who are. He seemed to digest it all, all the while hugging his hot little body tight to mine. "So, am I gay?" he asked in a frightened voice. "Probably," I replied honestly. "But let me say it again, there is nothing wrong with you. There is something wrong with people like George who hate you just because you like boys, but there is nothing wrong with you. Anyone who tells you that you are a freak or that there is something wrong with you is a liar." He seemed reassured by that. "You are beautiful, do you know that?" I asked him gently after a silent moment. He smiled at me and I could feel the heat of his blush as it traveled down his body. Even later in life he would blush easily, probably one of my most favorite things about him. "Really?" he asked quietly. "In every way imaginable," I said with all honesty. He practically beamed at me then. I could have basked in the radiance of that smile for eons and never grown any older. I reached around behind him, placing my palm at the small of his back, and hugged him tight to me. He returned the hug and continued to smile at me. He then shimmied up my chest to plant a kiss, firmer and more confident this time, right on my lips. I returned the kiss and savored in the feelings that it caused in me. We continued to hold the kiss, his head slowly tilting to the side as he learned to get his nose out of the way of mine, not that his button nose was very big. He closed his eyes and I soon did the same, simply letting myself feel the sensations that the kiss was causing in me. Matt being a fast learner, his kiss became more passionate as the seconds passed. I opened my mouth just a bit to see what he would do and he quickly matched me. As I lightly probed into his mouth with the very tip of my tongue, he sighed in pleasure and I felt his little penis begin to grow into a hard little knot right at my belly. When he felt my tongue at the slight opening of his mouth he opened it further and allowed me to search his mouth with it. His tongue reciprocated warmly and we were soon twining them together. He slowly rolled further up on top of me, not breaking the kiss, until his whole weight was on me. I loved every second of it. His skin was so hot that it almost burned, but I didn't want him to stop. His little heart was beating a fierce rhythm into my chest and my own heart was trying to match the pace. Quickly he began moaning lightly in pleasure and I took the opportunity to reach gently down with one hand and cup one of his ample little buttocks. It was as velvety soft as it looked to be while we were swimming. His butt was covered with the downy little hairs of youth and they lent his skin a shimmering feel that drove me wild. My own cock was straining skyward, inches below his tight little ball sack which rested heavily on my waist. It seemed like the kiss lasted forever, air whistling in and out of his nostrils as he gave his mouth over completely to the kiss. I was beginning to feel dizzy from the sensation so I disengaged my mouth in order to place light pecks all over his cheeks and nose. He opened his eyes and again a looked directly into mine, so close I could see four deep blue orbs instead of two staring into mine. When I had caught my breath a bit we dove back into a deep kiss, both of my hands now full of soft boy butt. The "extra padding" that Matt had made it all the more fun to knead them beneath my fingers. He began to moan louder and slowly grind his hips into my stomach in some instinctual thrusting motion. He was barely moving but it must have provided the right friction for his aching penis because he soon broke out in a sweat all over his body and began moaning in earnest. "Roll off me, Matt. I want to do something for you," he moaned disappointingly and rolled slowly onto his back next to me. Before he could protest I began to kiss him again. He used his hands to caress the back of my head and pull me tighter against him for a real lip bruising kiss. While my tongue explored his teeth, his gums, the soft flesh of his own tongue, my hand slid softly down his chest. I could feel goose bumps rising on his glowing skin as I ran my hand down further until I found his rock hard cock. I had been mistaken in my estimate before as it seemed at least four inches long now. It was narrow, maybe only a half inch across, but it showed promise. The most exciting feelings ran up my arm and down my spine when I realized that he was completely hairless. There wasn't a single coarse hair to be found at the base of his cock, the place where most boys grow it first. When my warm fingers wrapped around that throbbing piece of boy heaven, he sighed into my mouth, his breath the sweet breath of a child. I began to slowly stroke him, at roughly the same speed he had been grinding into my stomach. He broke from the kiss with a gasp and moaned so loud that if my grandmother hadn't been mostly deaf I would have worried about waking her. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, giving me total access to his neck which I began licking and kissing softly. All the while I was increasing the pace and pressure of my stroking. Little flutters of muscle spasms were climbing his chest and his breathing was getting faster and faster. Right about the time I was worried that he was going to pass out he buried his mouth in my shoulder and shouted "Oh wow" at the top of his lungs, the sound neatly muffled by the skin of my neck. It was then that his little four inches of tight, hard meat began to pulse under my fingers. His hips bucked forward in time with his pulsing cock as little drops of cum spurt loudly from the tip of his virgin penis. They weren't large and they didn't fly far but he most certainly was cumming in my hand. When his cock had given its all he maneuvered his head around mine and looked down at this crotch. He took in my hand wrapped around his promising prick and the globs of sperm on his belly. "So that's what sperm looks like," he said in a straightforward voice before promptly fainting dead away from the pleasure. More in a day or two! -JoN