Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2004 07:39:34 -0700 (PDT) From: rimpigfl Subject: THE BOY BY THE POOL Dear Readers: The story is true. Names and places have been changed to protect the guilty - namely me! This story contains what today we would consider 'unsafe' sex. Before some of the 'Sex Police' out there write me - I would point out that it took place at a time when AIDS was unheard of. I'm dedicating this, to paraphrase the Willie Nelson song, "To All The Boys I've Loved Before!" THE BOY BY THE POOL Part One by RimPig 2004 He was young. I figured no more than 18 or 19. Maybe as young as 15 or 16. I couldn't be sure. Not too tall, about 5' 10". Dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He was slender, well defined but definitely not a weight lifter. The term 'swimmer's build' fit him perfectly - as did the ridiculously small and tight red Speedo's he was wearing that left very little to the imagination. And I've got one hell of an imagination! The bulge in that suit, that was almost bursting over the edge of what was called the 'waistband' but was more appropriately called the 'pubic-band' considering how low on his body it was, promised that like most shorter, slender males I had run across in my more than considerable experience as a cocksucker and ass-eater, was probably much longer and thicker than average. I don't know what it was genetically that seemed to give smaller, slender guys huge cocks but, well, there it was. No rhyme or reason for it. Just my eternal gratitude! Now, it was NOT my habit to seek out sexual partners among his age group. Frankly, my taste runs more to men in their late 20's and early 30's for purely sexual encounters (no strings, no commitments). It wasn't that I'd turn down a horny 17-20 year old, it's just that I wouldn't waste my time going after them. After all, I was in my late 20's then and those 'boys' usually saw me as 'ancient' - or worse, as an 'old pervert'. (I won't even discuss the indignation that I felt at that appellation! The idea that I wasn't even over 30 yet and already considered 'old'!) These boys were more likely to go after others their age with whom they could do the dirty deed in private and then, by mutual consent, deny it ever happened thus forestalling the day when they would have to admit that they really DID like sucking on a buddy's cock or taking it up their shit-hole! Anyway, this was at a motel pool in a small town on the west coast of Florida. I had gone over from Fort Lauderdale to visit some relatives who I didn't particularly want to spend a lot of time with but felt obligated to visit. Therefore, under no circumstances did I want to stay with them. I was much more comfortable staying in a motel and this one was close and cheap. It was an obviously older motel but it was clean and private which is all that I required. I wasn't looking for sex - I could run up to St. Pete or Tampa, both of which were close by, if I really got horny. Okay, I'll be honest. I'm never 'not' looking for sex. I just wasn't actively 'hunting' at that point. I figured that I would head back to Fort Lauderdale in time to go to the baths on Sunday - this being early Friday afternoon and I wasn't scheduled to meet with the relatives until that evening for dinner at a restaurant. They did not know that I was in town already. I had told them I'd meet them at the restaurant at 8 pm. I began to wonder, though, about the boy. He seemed to be all alone, swimming and diving as I sat there reading in the shade of one of the many umbrellas scattered around the perimeter of the pool. I would occasionally glance up to see what he was up to, especially when he was diving into the pool from the diving board which I would cheerfully admit was quite a nice view of his young body. He seemed to sense that I was watching him and I noticed that very soon, he was making a great many more dives off that diving board than he had before I really started watching him. It was apparent that he not only knew I was watching - he enjoyed the fact that I was watching and wanted to encourage me to continue. The boy had no idea how easy that was! After a while, he seemed to tire, however and climbed out of the pool and grabbed a towel and began to dry himself. That was interesting view for a while as well! He, again, seemed to want to give me the best views possible as he moved the towel around to different areas of his body. I figured the show was over for the afternoon and he would head to his room but, instead, he walked over to where I was and flopped down in the other lounge chair that shared the shade of the umbrella! We looked at each other and he smiled. "Hi! My names Wade." he said in a thick 'hillbilly' accent which I recognized as probably Tennessee. "I'm Rob." I said, smiling back. "So! What part of Tennessee you from?" The boy looked at me in shock, his mouth dropping open. "Uhh...uhh...Greenville." he finally said. "How'd you know?" I laughed. "Your accent. My father was born in Alabama and I'm very familiar with accents throughout the South." I said. "Y'all can tell, just from my accent that I'm from Tennessee?!" the boy asked, amazed. "Yep. All of the Southern states have distinct accents. If you listen closely enough, you can tell them apart." I said. "But you're a Yankee!" The boy protested. "What's that got to do with anything? I've got ears, don't I? I happen to love Southern accents. They remind me of my father." I said. "You loved you're Daddy?" he asked. "Yes. Yes, I did. He's been gone a long time. Since I was about your age, I think." I said. "How old do you think I am?" he asked. I knew the egos of adolescent males made them want to seem older than they were. Funny, we males no more go through that stage and then we want to be thought of as younger than we are! Human nature is just not ever truly satisfied! "Well...I figured you for around 19." I said. "Nah!" he laughed, however, his chest puffed out some in pride even as he denied it. "I'm only 17. Just turned last month." "Well, you seem older, more mature." I said. God forgive me! It was out of my mouth before I could stop it! It was blatant manipulation and I knew it! I know the fastest way into a male's pants is through his ego and I do it as second nature, I've been stalking the almighty penis so long! Now he was really 'preening' - right before my eyes. I knew I should excuse myself and go back to my room before this went any further because I knew, just as God made little green apples, that if this continued much longer, this kid would be eating right out of my hand - or I'd be eating out his butt, most likely! I decided to change the subject. "So...are you here all alone?" I asked. "Nah. I'm with my parents." he said. "So where are they? Sightseeing?" I asked. It was then his face clouded over and I got the hint that something was really wrong but I didn't know what. "Uhh...no. They're up at the hospital in St. Petersburg with my sister." he said quietly, obviously troubled by this. "Why are they there?" I asked, concern showing in my voice. I just could not resist a kid that was hurting. It was in my nature. I'd been a social worker far too long! Wade told me of his parents trip to St. Peterburg, a trip the family could ill-afford, in an attempt to get help for his sister who was gravely ill with some disease or condition that, for the life of me, I can't remember what it was as I write this. It really doesn't matter. Let me hasten to tell you, before you - dear reader - become too concerned, that I later heard from Wade that his sister, thanks to the wonderful care she had received, made a full and complete recovery from whatever it was. Wade told me how he hated hospitals and, as much as he loved his sister, just couldn't stand to hang around in one all day so his parents allowed him to stay here at the motel while they went to the hospital to be with their daughter. "Doesn't it get lonely for you, though?" I asked him. "Well, yeah. It does. But it sure beats bein' cooped up in that hospital all day!" Wade insisted. "Yes, I can see that. So, do you go to school?" I asked. "Yeah. I'll be a senior next year." he said proudly. "How long are you going to be here?" I asked. "Well...I don't rightly know. We been here about a week and there don't seem to be no answer to that yet. I've asked my Dad how long but all he says is 'Until your sister is well'." he said. "You must miss your friends." I said. "Yeah. I do. I only got me one good friend. His names Tommy. I sure do wish he was here with me." he said wistfully. "How long have you known Tommy?" I asked. "Since we was in second grade together." he answered. "That's a long time." I said. "Yeah." he admitted. "No girlfriends? Surely a guy as good looking as you must have girls hanging all over him." I said. Oh, shut my mouth! I'm doing it again! And now Wade was blushing a deep shade of scarlet. "Nah! I ain't got no girl friend. Never did have one. My Dad says there's plenty of time for that. Besides, I'm too busy. I'm on both the swim team and the track team. I'm tryin' to get me a scholarship to college because my folks can't afford to send me. Me and Tommy both are tryin' to get scholarships. We're hopin' to go to the same college together." he said. Hmm?! This Tommy relationship was beginning to sound interesting. Two boys, this close who've known each other practically all their lives? I know what that usually breeds - sexual experimentation! I wonder if Wade and Tommy have been 'sexploring' (as I like to call it) together? "Sounds like you and Tommy are real close." I said. "Yeah. We are." Wade admitted. "I really miss him. I haven't even been able to call him." Oh, fuck! Now there was an opening if I've ever heard one! "Why not?" I asked. "Well...uhh...long distance phone calls are expensive and I ain't got any money for them and I don't want my parents to have to pay for it. It's costin' them almost all they've got to bring my sister here." he said quietly. I could tell he was ashamed to admit that his family was not wealthy, if fact, were probably a lot closer to poor than rich. I knew I shouldn't do it, but I just couldn't stop myself. "Well, I'll tell you what. I can afford it. Why don't we go over to my room and you can call Tommy on my room phone? How about that?" I asked. Wade's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning! He grinned at me but then his face suddenly became very serious again. "Why would you do that for me?" he asked. At first, I thought he might have figured out my little game but then I realized he was concerned that I was taking 'pity' on him for being poor. His pride was ready to be injured by this. "Well...let's just say that I was your age once and I had a really good friend like Tommy. I know what it's like to not be able to talk to him or see him and I'm all alone. I don't have a wife or kids to spend money on so, trust me, I can afford it. You seem like a nice guy and you also seem like you've got enough bringing you down, what with your sister being sick and all. I'd just like to do something that would make you happy because doing that makes me happy. I like making people feel good. It's my profession." I said. "What are you?" Wade asked suspiciously. "I'm a social worker and a family counselor. I try to help people who are in trouble. Try to help them turn their lives around." I said. "Ohh!" Wade said, as if he understood and everything made sense now. "So you really wouldn't mind if I called Tommy?" "No, I wouldn't mind at all." I smiled. "But sometimes we talk for a real long time!" he insisted. "That's perfectly all right." I assured him. "Well...if you're sure. I surely would love to talk to him!" Wade said, capitulating. "Great!" I said and got up off the lounge chair then. "Come on. Let's see if Tommy's home!" Wade followed me to my room. Once there I handed him the phone and made for the door. "Now, you talk to him as long as you want. I'm going back to the pool. Just make sure the door is locked when you leave." I said. "You're just gonna leave me alone?" Wade said. "Well, yes. Why not? You need privacy to talk to your friend." I explained to him. "But all your stuff's in here." he insisted. "So? I trust you." I said, simply. Wade smiled at this and I saw his chest puff out a bit then. It has been my experience, for the most part, that people live 'up' or 'down' to your expectations of them. Wade now knew that my expectation of him was as an honest man. I really did think he was. And, of course, I was proved right about that. After all, you don't spend as many years working with people as I have had an not become a pretty good judge of character. I closed the door and went back out to the pool. True to his word, Wade was on the phone to his best friend for a long time. I have no idea what the two boys were talking about...well, having been young once (though by then it seemed like centuries before!) I had some ideas. I do know that I came up in the conversation, as Wade later told me, when Wade explained to Tommy how he was able to call him and talk so long. All I know beyond that is that when Wade came out of my room, he was a boy who seemed to have had the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders. His grin was almost ear to ear at having made contact with his best friend. At that moment, I really hoped that they were as close as I suspected they were because, being the hopeless romantic that I am, I believed that everyone needed someone that close. "I hope I didn't run up your bill too much." Wade said by way of apology. "Don't worry about it. I told you I could afford it. How's Tommy?" I asked. "He's great! He says he really misses me. I sure to God miss him! He's gonna ask his Mom and Dad if I can't stay with them until my sister can come home. I really don't want to stay here the rest of the summer." he said. "Do you think your parents will allow that?" I asked. "Yeah. I think they will. You see, Tommy was gone with his parents for a week to see his grandparents when all this came up. We only had two days to make it down here to the hospital for my sister to get seen. I think my Mom and Dad would have let me stay with Tommy and his folks if they'd been home." he said. "So when will Tommy know?" I asked. "He told me that if I could call back tomorrow morning, he'd talk to his parents tonight." Wade said. "Well, sure. Come by my room in the morning and you can call Tommy and see." I said. "My only problem is how to get home. It costs too much money to fly and even the Greyhound bus is expensive. I don't know if my folks would let me ride the bus home by myself." he mused. "Well, you are 17 now. That's almost a man. I don't see why not." I said. "But why don't you wait to see what Tommy's folks say before you start worrying about that." "Yeah. I guess you're right." he smiled. "So, would you like a coke?" I asked. "Sure!" he said. I got up off the lounge. "Follow me back to the room. I've got them in the fridge." I said. Now, I want to make one thing perfectly clear here. I was NOT trying to seduce the boy at this point. I truly did like him. He was a nice kid. I was also concerned about him. I knew the stress of his sister being ill, being pulled out of his home environment and dropped down in this very lonely one was not something that was at all good for him. What people fail to realize is the emotionally destabilizing effect of high dose of hormone in adolescents. Oh, people mouth the words, but what they don't realize is that the power of the hormones to create mood swings, especially depression, make adolescence one of the most dangerous times, emotionally, in a person's life. People ignore the statistics of the high rate of adolescent suicide annually. As a professional who has dealt with adolescents for most of my career, I'm well aware of them! I truly felt that getting Wade back to his home and with his best friend was, at that point, probably the best thing for him. We reached my room and I went to the little refrigerator in the room which I'd already stocked with soft drinks. While I did drink, I drank rum - not beer so I had cokes to mix rum and cokes with. I was not, however, about to offer Wade one and didn't feel comfortable drinking in front of him without offering. Wade accepted a coke and sat down in one of the two chairs at a small caf^Â table in the room. We talked some more about his family, about school and the conversation finally worked it's way around, as it usually does with males - no matter what their ages - to sex. Wade was, at first, somewhat reluctant to bring up this topic but, as most of my adolescent clients had found, I'm very easy to talk to about anything. I'm not, by nature, judgmental nor condescending - two of the traits which make most adults the last people on earth that adolescents want to talk to about anything! I remember all too well being 'talked down to' by adults when I was Wade's age and how much I hated it. I quickly discovered that Wade really knew very little about sex. It seems that 'sex education' was not even a part of the curriculum in the schools he attended in Tennessee! (Oh, the ignorant fucking "Bible Belt"!) He knew nothing about female physiology - or male physiology, for that matter. He knew nothing about methods of birth control (other than 'abstinence' - a real joke when it comes to adolescents!) And, of course, nothing about 'alternative sexual lifestyles' except that queers were 'limp-wristed fairies'. He started asking me questions and it was obvious that he was eager to learn. I knew he probably ought to be talking to his parents but it was obvious that, if they hadn't had 'the talk' with this boy by age 17, they were never going to get around to it. When I broached the subject of male/male sexuality, Wade at first was shocked but obviously fascinated by it. He kept asking more and more questions about why a guy would want another guy, how and what guys did together, all that sort of stuff. At first, he refused to believe that some of the stuff I was talking about was true or could even happen! It was because of this that I did something I really hadn't intended to do. I went into my suitcase and brought out some of my 'stroke books' with pictures of these acts. Of course, today, I carry a portable DVD player with great DVD's from TitanMen and Falcon Studios but nothing like that existed then. Wade sat, looking through the books at the glossy pictures of sexual acts between two and more males, his jaw dropped in shock and his cock obviously hard and leaking cock-honey that created a large wet stain on the front of those red Speedo's of his. I was amazed that the suit was able to contain his erection! The elasticity of the fabric was incredible! When he had finished the first book I gave him, he looked at me with wonder in his eyes. "Ha...have you...have you ever done any of these things?" he asked. Well, I guess I'd asked for that one. I wasn't about to lie to him. "Yes. I've done every one of them and more." I said. "Really?!" he asked. "Yes, really. I've been having sex since I was much younger than you are." I told him. "How old were you the first time?" he asked. "I was 14." I said. "Damn!" he said. "I take it you've never done anything like the things in the pictures." I stated. "No! The only thing I've ever done is me and Tommy sometimes jack-off together. And even then, we don't touch each other." he said. I'm sure he had no idea the wistfulness I could hear in his voice when he made this last statement. I got the distinct impression that he would love for him and Tommy to 'touch each other' but, obviously, neither of them had the guts to be the one to initiate that. "But I think you'd like to touch Tommy, hmm?" I asked quietly. Wade blushed a deep red, looked down and softly said, "Yeah." "So I take it you've never had a blow job." I said to him. "No! I mean, Tommy and me, we talk all the time about what one must feel like, but I've never had it done and neither has he." Wade said. "The girls we know don't do that kind of thing. Shit! I've only been out with one girl and all she would do was kiss me." "Well, to be honest with you, most girls don't do that kind of thing very well anyway. But of course, they wouldn't." I told him. "Why not?" he ask, his curiosity peaked by my statement. "Well, it just stands to reason. A girl hasn't got a cock. How the hell would they know what feels good to a guy's cock?" I asked him. He thought about that one for a moment. "Yeah. I guess you're right. That does make sense." he admitted. "No, nobody gives head like another guy. A guy really knows what turns another guy on - how to make it feel really good! I've had women go down on me and I've had guys and, I'll tell you what! Give me a guy any day!" I told him. "Uhh...have you...uhh, what I mean is...uhh...have you ever sucked another guy?" Wade asked hesitantly. I smiled at him. "Sure have. Probably more than you can count." I said. "So you're gay?" Wade asked, not like this was any great revelation by this point. "Yeah. I am. Oh, that doesn't mean I haven't had sex with women. I have. I just like doing it with another guy better. But that's me. Every guy has to find what he's comfortable with. Some guys only go for other guys. Some guys go for only girls. Some guys like both. Just depends." I explained. "I ain't ever met a gay guy before." Wades said. "I'll bet you have and you just didn't know it." I said. "Like most guys your age, you've been fed all this bullshit about gay men being effeminate and weak. Some of the most masculine, strongest men I know are gay. You can't tell what somebody is by the way they act or the way they look." I told him. He seemed to think about that one for a while. Then he looked at me and asked a question which, I suppose, I should have expected and didn't. "Do you think I'm good looking?" he asked. "To be completely honest with you, Wade, I do. And that's unusual. Usually I don't find guys your age all that attractive. I like guys who are older than you are - more towards their 30's. No offense, but a lot of guys your age just are too immature to deal with." I said. "Yeah. I can understand that. I don't like most guys my age either. That's why Tommy and I are so close. He's the only guy that I really like and really get along with. Most of the guys that I know are too busy chasing girls or getting drunk or stoned. Neither Tommy or me are into any of that stuff. We want the chance to get out of Greenville and make a life for ourselves." Wade said and then was quiet for a while I didn't know what was going through his head until his next question came out. "So...uhh...if you find me attractive...why haven't you tried to do anything with me?" "To tell you the truth, because you haven't indicated that you'd be at all comfortable with doing anything with me. I'm not a predator. I don't go around trying to force guys to have sex with me. I can easily find enough of them who want to without that. Again, most guys your age are not interested in having sex with someone my age. I just figured that if you were at all interested, you'd let me know. I wasn't about to ask you and put you on the spot. I don't want you doing anything that you don't want to do or that you feel uncomfortable about." I said. He was quiet again for a while, obviously mulling this over. Finally he looked at me. "I've never done anything like the stuff in this book. I don't know if I'd be any good at it." he said hesitantly. I wanted to laugh - but didn't! The male ego! The boy doesn't want to be seen as inept or awkward but how can anybody help it their first time? "You don't have to be 'good' at it. Nobody is their first time. You don't, in fact, have to do anything. I'm more than willing to give you pleasure. All you have to do is lay back and accept it." I said. "Tell me something, is there anything in those pictures that piqued your interest? Anything you have questions about or think you'd like to try?" "Well...I'd love to feel what a blowjob feels like. As to questions - yeah! I got a bunch of them!" he said. "Okay. Like what?" I asked. "Well...there's this picture here..." he said, turning pages in the magazine until he found the one he wanted. "Is what's goin' on here what I think is goin' on here?" I looked down at the picture. Hot damn! It was one of my favorite pictures of one guy eating another guy's butt! As those of you who've read my stories know, it's one of my favorite things of all. "What do you think is going on?" I asked him. "It looks like the one guy is lickin' the other guy's ass!" Wade answered. "That's exactly what's going on." I informed him. "Ain't that really nasty?" he asked. "Well, I guess it could be. All depends on how you see things. Guys eat pussy. Now, if you think about that, you might think that was really nasty, too. I can tell you one thing. I love to eat a guy's ass and, while lots of guys might think it's nasty, they sure love how it feels! Even if they never would consider doing it, a lot of them love having it done." I said. "Really?!" Wade asked in shock. "Really." I said. "Anything else?" "Yeah. Look at this one." he said, turning the page and pointing. This was a picture of a young guy with a huge cock fucking another young guy in the ass. "Doesn't that fuckin' hurt?!" Wade asked. "It sure does, the first time - especially if they guys don't know what they're doing. But once you get used to it, it feels really good. Of course, I'm talking from the standpoint of the guy who's getting fucked in the ass. They guy who's doing the fucking...well...it always feels good to him. Ass is a lot tighter than pussy. A lot of guys like that." I told him. "You've been fucked in the ass?" he asked in amazement. "Yeah. Lots and lots of times." I smiled. "With a cock that big?!" he insisted. "With cocks that big and bigger - and smaller." I said. "Fuck!" he breathed in wonder. "Anything else?" I asked. "Well..." he hesitated. "What is it?" I asked, noticing his reticence. "Uhh...there's this picture..." he said, turning to the page I had wondered when he would get around to asking about. "Yeah?" I asked, nonchalantly. "The one guy is pissing on the other one!" he said. "Yeah. He is." I answered. "And it looks like the guy is drinkin' the other guy's piss!" Wade said, shaking his head in confusion. "Yeah. That happens." I said. "What the fuck would some guy get outa gettin' pissed on or drinkin' another guy's piss, for God's sake?!" Wade asked incredulously. "Well...that's a little more difficult to explain." I said. "There's any number of things going on there. First of all, some guys get off on being degraded or demeaned by somebody else. It can be another guy or even a girl. I know straight guys who love getting pissed on by women." "Really?" Wade asked. "Yeah. Really. But a lot of guys get off on the sensual feel of being pissed on. It's hot and wet and it just feels good if you get into it. Some guys find it just fun to piss on somebody else. That's about all I can tell you about it." I said. "Uhh..." he started. "And before you ask, yes. I've done it. I've been pissed on by guys and I love it. Not because I like being degraded but because I like the feeling of it. And because it's a very 'intimate' act. There's a certain turn on there." I told him. "But what about drinking it?" he asked, definite repugnance showing in his voice. "Well, that's a whole different story. Now, I know guys who really get off on drinking another guy's piss. They want to do it to every guy they have sex with. I'm not into that. I've only drunk a very few guy's piss. And they were guys who I was REALLY into them! REALLY attracted to them. I wanted to drink them because...well...because I wanted to take a part of them inside of me - just like I love to swallow a guy's cum when I suck his cock. It's part of him and I want that part of him. I can't give you a more adequate explanation than that, I'm sorry. It's kind of an emotional thing with me and I don't have words to explain it." I finally admitted. "No. I think I can kind of understand that. I mean, I watched Tommy shoot his load when we jack off together and I've wanted to taste it. Some of it is that I've tasted mine and I want to know if his tastes any different. But some of it's because it's his. It's Tommy's. I think tasting his would somehow make me feel closer to him. Does that make any sense?" he asked shyly. "That makes tremendous sense, Wade. It does make you feel closer to another guy. It's especially that way if you eat each other's cum." I said. "So maybe, for you, piss isn't much different?" he asked. "Exactly." I said. "So...uhh...can we...I mean...could we..." he faltered. "Could we do some of these things? Wade, whatever you want to do, I'm willing to do with you. You just have to tell me what you want." I smiled. "Really?!" he asked. "Really. If you just want me to suck your cock, I'll do that. If you want me to lick your butt, I'll do it. If you want to fuck me, that's okay. If you want to piss on me, well, all you've got to do is ask." I said. He grinned so wide I thought his face would split in two. Then he got serious again. "Is there anything else that I haven't seen?" he asked. "Well...yes there is, but most of it is a little too advanced for this stage, okay? Trust me on that. Oh! There is one more thing that I really love that I hope you won't mind." I said. "What is it?" he asked, somewhat suspiciously. "Well...I really get off to the scent of a guy's body. His natural scent." I said. "You know, when he's kind of sweaty and musky smelling?" Wade looked at me in shock and was quiet for quite a while. I thought that somehow this had gone too far for him but I couldn't see how, seeing as he'd already was talking about pissing! "Uhh...I love that, too." he said quietly, looking down, unable to meet my gaze. "You do?" I asked. "Yeah. I have a terrible time not getting a boner in the locker room all the time when I'm around other guys after PE or practice and when Tommy and I jack off together, I love it when we haven't taken a shower and I can smell his sweat and stuff. Shit! Sometimes I get off on my own smells." he said quietly, still unable to meet my gaze. I didn't say anything. I just smiled. Eventually, Wade looked up, I guess thinking he'd grossed me out or something but he just saw my smile and slowly he smiled back. "Yeah. I know what you mean. I get off on my own smells, too, sometimes. Love to smell my pits while I jack off or rub my hand around my sweaty balls and then smell it. Ever do that?" I asked him. "Oh, yeah! All the fucking time!" he grinned. I could see the joy on his face of discovering that he was not as 'weird' as he thought he was. Somebody else did the things he did and got off on them! I knew that feeling when I was young. Finding out for the first time that all this stuff that you've done alone or fantasized about was stuff that other guys got off on, too! It's a really exhilarating feeling to know you aren't 'alone' in the world! You aren't 'weird'! "So what are you feeling right now?" I asked quietly. "The truth?" he asked. "Yeah. The truth." I answered. "I'm really fuckin' horny!" he grinned. The End of Part One of THE BOY BY THE POOL If you like the story, please write me and tell me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com I have over 50 stories on the Nifty Archive. For a complete list, write me and I will gladly send it to you. I also have a NOTIFY LIST for readers who want to know when I post new stories. 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