Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 03:54:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE BOY BY THE POOL 2

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 Two
by RimPig   2004

"So what do you want to do about it? You can just take that book and go
into the bathroom and get off and nothing else, if that's what you want to
do." I said, giving him every chance to stop right there and then if he
didn't want to go any further with this.

"Fuck, no! I want to try some of this stuff!" he grinned and then said
quietly. "I want to know what it's like to have somebody suck my cock. I
want to do other stuff. Would you do that for me? Would you suck my dick?"

"It would be my greatest pleasure." I smiled. "However, there's one
important thing. Whatever happens between us must stay between us. You
can't tell anybody. You're still underage and I could get into a lot of
trouble for doing anything with you."

"Yeah. I understand. Trust me. There ain't anybody I'd want to tell
anyways...well...except for Tommy maybe. If it came down to it, could I
tell him? I wouldn't use your name or anything!  Promise!"

"Yeah. That's okay. If you ever get to the point where you feel comfortable
enough to do it, you can tell Tommy." I smiled.

I figured this would happen anyway if Wade and Tommy ever got the courage
to have sex with each other. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Wade told
Tommy of his experience with me in order to get Tommy 'in the mood'.

"Uhh...how do you want to do this?" he asked, and I could see that while he
was eager, he was also nervous which was perfectly normal at this point.

"Well, it's a little hard to give somebody a blowjob through a bathing
suit. Not impossible, but it's not as good. It feels best if you're naked."
I smiled.

He hesitated. I thought he was suddenly getting 'shy', once he knew he was
going to have to show me what he had. But I was wrong.

"Doesn't it feel better to give somebody a blowjob if you're naked?" he
asked, shyly.

"Yeah. It does. You want me to get naked?" I asked, surprised at this.

After all, though relatively young (28) at that point, I surely didn't have
a body like his! I worked out but I was no 'gym-rat' by any stretch of the
imagination! I was toned enough, but not like him! I was also pretty sure
from what I had seen that I was really out-classed in the 'dick department'
by him. But, if he wanted me naked, too, fine. After all, he'd seen most of
my body as all I had on were cut-off's and sandals. I figured I should go
first so I stood up and kicked off my sandals and then popped the top
button on the cut-offs and unzipped them. I let them fall down my hips
until they were puddled around my feet. He was a bit surprised, I think, by
the fact that I didn't wear underwear so he immediately saw my hard cock,
curving up towards my naval.  He looked at my crotch with curiosity and
then I realized what was so interesting to him. I had removed all of my
pubic hair from my crotch and was as bare as a pre-pubescent.

The other thing he evidently noticed that I was wearing a solid metal cock
ring which I often wore beneath my clothing. It's one of the reasons that I
removed my pubic hair because it made the cock ring easier to put on and
take off.

"You don't have any hair!" Wade exclaimed.

"No. I took it all off. My balls and around my cock are so much more
sensitive without it." I said, realizing that to a young male, this was
somewhat unthinkable as they had waited so long to grow it and took great
pride usually in the amount that they had.

"What's that around your cock and balls?" he asked, curiously.

"That's called a cock ring. When I get hard, it keeps the blood in my cock
longer and makes me harder and it keeps me hard longer." I explained. "Not
to mention, it just feels good to wear it.  Makes me really aware of my
cock and balls all the time."

Having explored me visually, he looked up at me. I just smiled at him. Now
was the 'cutting edge'. It was time for him to show me what he had. He
stood up and slowly untied the chord inside his small tank suit and slowly
lowered the red suit until it slipped down past his cock which leaped out
and slapped up against his hard, defined abs, leaving a trail of cock-honey
smeared across them. As I suspected, he was uncut which thrilled me to no
end! I love uncut cocks - no matter what the age. I was also correct about
something else - his size. At 17, he had what appeared to be in excess of
nine thick inches - and he was still a growing boy! His suit was soon
puddled around his ankles.

"Fuck! You are really hung!" I grinned.

He grinned sheepishly and blushed deeply.

"Hey! That's something to be proud of! Wish I had that much!" I laughed.

He looked at me.

"Tommy's bigger by about half an inch." he said quietly.

"Oh, you two have measured, huh?" I grinned.

"Yeah." he admitted.

"Most guys do. God, I remember when I was like 15, measuring it every day
hoping it would grow bigger!" I laughed.

"You did?!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"Sure did!" I said. "So what did you measure?" I asked.

"It's nine and just about a quarter inches." he said, confirming what I
thought.

"Is that across the top or underneath?" I asked.

"Across the top." he said.

"And how big is Tommy?" I asked.

"He's just shy of ten inches." he said.

"Now I see why you want to get your hands on it!" I grinned and he blushed
again.

"Yeah. He's a bit thicker than I am, too." he said. "So...uhh...how do you
want me?"

"Well, what I really would like you to do is lay down on the bed on your
back, spread your legs wide and put your hands behind your head." I said.

Since he asked, I was only too happy to 'pose' him in a position that is a
particularly favorite of mine. He climbed onto the queen-sized bed and did
exactly as I asked.

"Why'd you want my hands behind my head?" he asked.

I climbed onto the bed beside him and buried my nose into one of his
fragrant arm-pits and took a deep breath of his sweaty scent.

"Oh! That's why!" he grinned.

"Yeah! It told you I love scents." I said.

Now, some of what I was smelling was chlorine from the pool, of course, but
Wade had been out of the pool long enough for most of it to dissipate. He'd
also been out in the hot and humid Florida summer and there was plenty of
that sweaty scent for me to enjoy. I was hoping that his butt was equally
fragrant!

"How do I smell?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Well, I'd say you have just about the most enticing scent I've smelled in
a very long time!" I grinned at him.

And I wasn't lying! There's one thing I had forgotten about guys his age -
testosterone! The huge amount of the male hormone flowing through his body
gave him that distinctly heavy adolescent smell of testosterone! A scent
that I loved! One of the reasons that I loved having sex with guys who have
just worked out or gotten off work where there was real physical labor
involved and who didn't shower.

Wade smiled at me but he said, "You're just saying that!"

"No, I'm not. I know you don't know me but, believe me, I don't lie. Let me
explain why you smell so good to me." I said and then explained about the
testosterone.

Like so many males, Wade was woefully ignorant about his own body. If I had
the time, I could have educated him more but there were more important
things at hand - like giving him his first blowjob ever!

I put my nose back in his armpit and then began gently licking through the
dark hair there. He groaned at the feeling of my tongue on his sensitive
skin. He was watching me the whole time, a look of amazement on his face as
he watched me licking his armpit. I then moved down to his nipple. He had
very small nipples which were a particular love of mine. I began sucking
and lightly nibbling on it and he groaned even louder.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed and I chuckled.

I pulled off his nipple and looked down at him.

"Didn't know what those were for, did you?" I grinned at him?

"Fuck, no!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea that my tits were so sensitive!"

"Well, hang on. We're just getting started!" I grinned.

I had forgotten how much fun it was to help a young male become aware of
all the pleasures that his young body could offer! His enthusiasm was
infectious and I was more determined than ever to make this a truly
memorable experience!

To this end, I went back to his nipple for a few more minutes and then
moved down his young, slender body, licking as I went. I traced the ridges
of his abs with my tongue and he groaned. I then began licking out his
'innie' belly-button. He giggled at this, which told me that he was
ticklish there. This brought me to my first close-up sight of his young,
beautiful cock. His foreskin was slightly pulled back from the head and
leaking cock-honey onto his abs. I couldn't resist the urge to reach over
and lick some from his smooth skin. It was, as I expected, sweet - without
the strong saltiness or bitterness that sometimes older males have.

I moved around, however, so that I was now laying face down between his
legs. I wasn't about to touch his cock because I figured that he couldn't
last long at all if I did and there were things I wanted to do, things I
wanted him to experience, before that. I started simply by putting my nose
to his tightly drawn up scrotum and inhaling deeply of his scent there. As
I expected, the scent of young, rutting male was intense. The specialized
scent and pheromone producing glands were working over-time to produce
what, for me, was a particularly strong 'turn-on'. It was when I began to
gently lick his nut-sack, however, that I thought Wade was going to go
crazy! He was thrusting his groin up into my face and groaning.

"Ahh! Fuck! Yeah! Lick my nuts! Fuckin' shit!" he called out all but
deliriously.

I put my hands under his butt and, squeezing the tight globes of his ass,
continued to lick and gnaw at the wrinkled skin of his sack. He was
seemingly lost in a haze of sensual pleasure the likes of which he'd never
experienced before. I licked all over his scrotum and into the creases
between this pubic mound and his thighs. I liked down the back of his
ball-bag and pressed my eager tongue against that patch of skin between the
scrotum and the ass. This brought more moans from Wade and a surprising
movement.

I don't know whether he had 'divined' where I was headed next or it was
just serendipitous reflex but he suddenly threw his legs up and back,
giving me clear access to his wonderful, tight butt!  The trench of his ass
was, as I suspected, almost completely hairless. As I moved my nose down
it, I could smell the raw scent of his male hormones along with the sweaty,
musky scent of 'male ass' - a scent that was and always had been, for me,
pure heaven! But smelling was only minimally what I was there for. I
wanted, more than anything, to introduce Wade to the pure sensual joy of
having his butt licked and open the door, for him, to the erotic
possibilities of his ass - something only a few men ever fully explore.

I took my tongue and began with a simple swipe up his butt-trench - from
his tail-bone to the back of his scrotum. I followed this with several more
in rapid succession - all starting from the bottom of the trench and ending
just below his nuts. If I thought Wade was moaning and groaning before,
those were like the cries of a deaf-mute compared to the howling that went
up now!

"FUCK!!! AHH!!! FUCK, YEAH!!! LICK MY ASS!!! EAT MY FUCKIN' BUTT!!!" he
screamed as the sensations registered.

I was thanking heaven that the motel was all but empty and, as far as I
knew, my room and Wade's family's rooms were the only ones occupied at that
point. I rose up until I was over Wade and looking down into his flushed
and sweaty face.

"Keep it down, buddy! We don't want anyone else knowing what's going on in
here, do we?" I asked him calmly.

He got a very embarrassed look on his face, which turned deep crimson.

"I'm sorry." he said, his voice small and quiet. "I just couldn't help it!"

"I know. It's a pretty intense feeling at first but we gotta keep things
quiet or everybody's gonna know what goin' on. How about you take this
pillow," I said, pulling one of the pillows off the bed, "and cover your
face with it if you feel like you've gotta scream?"

He nodded and took the pillow in his hands while I went back down between
his legs and began licking at his tasty ass again. I have to admit, it was
one of the most beautiful asses I'd eaten in a long time! I could also tell
that he was a total anal virgin. I was sure he'd never even stroked his
asshole while jacking off! When I pressed my tongue against his opening in
hopes of licking out his hole, I found it locked tighter than Fort Knox! If
I was going to get my tongue up there, it was going to take a LOT of time
and work to do so.

Never being one to be afraid of hard work, and certainly not one to ever
leave a butthole un- tongued if I could help it, I settled in for a long
siege against his anal sphincter muscles! Realizing after a few minutes of
sucking on his anal-lips and pressing against his hole that this was going
to require cooperative effort on both our parts, I rose up from between his
legs and looked at him.

"I need your help, Wade. I want you to push down with your butt-muscles,
just like you were taking a dump, when I press against your hole with my
tongue. This will loosen you up." I told him.

"Okay...are you sure?" he asked, hesitantly.

I chuckled.

"Yeah. You took a shit this morning?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Then don't worry about it. Nothing is going to happen." I smiled.

He nodded again and I went back to the delight of licking his young, tight
butt. I pressed up against his hole and felt his muscles push out just as
I'd told him to do. The first time, I was able to get just beyond the tip
of my tongue inside him. I pushed again, he pushed again and I was able to
get more. Now, I never got very far inside him that afternoon, but he got a
sense of the delights that were in store for him as he learned to loosen
more. Certainly the sounds of his groans - now muffled by a pillow - were
louder each time and were 'music to my ears'!

I was finally able to get far enough inside him with my tongue that I could
taste the tanginess inside his ass and feel the warmth of his hole. Had I
wanted to fuck him, I would have started working on his hole now with both
my tongue and fingers but that would have to wait for another time. I could
tell that all this playing around was getting Wade overstimulated and he
really needed to cum.

I moved up, licking over his balls again and then straight up his cock. He
groaned at the feelings and I could see his cock leaking more and more
cock-honey onto his abs. I moved around again to where I could get to his
cock from the side - face onto it. I wanted to try and deep throat him and
I was not able to do this except in certain positions. I also wanted to lap
up all that great cock-juice that was now uselessly coating his abs. Mmm!
The taste was pure, sweet heaven!

I slid back his hood, disappointed that there was no 'smegma' to feast
on. This boy was much too clean! I pushed my nose against the underside of
his cockhead, however and could get a whiff of just a hint of boy-cheese
there and, lashing my tongue against the sensitive skin, tasted just a hint
of tang as well. I began to slowly take his cock into my mouth, sliding it
in as far as I could while working the underside with my tongue. Wade's
groans were reaching fever pitch at this now.

In moving around to where I could get a better approach to his cock, I had,
without thinking about it, put myself into the classic sixty-nine position
with him. I was too concentrated on getting him off to think about this but
it evidently was thought about - by Wade. As I fed is cock deep into my
mouth and began sliding it into my throat, I felt his hand begin gently
stroking my cock!  This I hadn't expected at all! But I'd told him to do
what he felt comfortable with and so I figured he must feel comfortable
with touching me.

I didn't really think anymore about this as I concentrated on taking as
much of his cock as I could and giving him the best blowjob that I knew
how. His hand was gentle, almost tentative, on my cock and there was no
danger of him sending me over the edge that way. I needed a more firm touch
for that. So I was concentrating on giving him pleasure. That is, until I
felt a tongue lick across the head of my dick! I pulled off his cock and
looked back just in time to see - and feel! - Wade's warm wet mouth
engulfing my cockhead! Holy Shit! Wade was sucking on my dick! And did it
fucking feel good!

The kid had evidently learned from what I was doing to him because he was
using his tongue to devastating effect on the head of my cock as he sucked
more and more of it into his mouth! So I had been right! This kid was a
cocksucker waiting to be 'born'! I was finally introducing him to what he
really wanted all along and either didn't know or, as was more likely, too
afraid to act on.

We lay there, sucking on each other's cocks but he was way ahead of me in
excitement. And that excitement had seemed to double when he took my cock
into his mouth. I could see his balls drawn up tight to the base of his
cock and could feel how hard and tight they were with my fingers as I
gently stroked them. He was moaning around my cock, sending vibrations of
sound waves through me which felt so good! I could feel his cock getting
harder and thicker in my mouth and knew that he was going to blow soon!

I moved my mouth back just in time to where just the head and about two
inches of his shaft were being caressed by my tongue. I wanted to taste
every drop of his boy-cream and not have it shooting directly down my
throat. His moans around my cock reached a fever pitch, his cockhead
swelled and then my mouth was being inundated with blast after blast of his
teen goo! Fuck! This kid could shoot one hell of a wad! I swallowed and
swallowed and still it came pulsing out of his cum-cannon! I thought it
would never stop! The sweet nuttiness of the flavor made me wish it would
never stop!

He held onto my cock in his mouth the whole time he shot but he stopped
sucking on it and just moaned around it. I was kind of glad, considering
how loud the moans were. I could imagine how loud it would be if he didn't
have something in his mouth muting the sound! He gradually calmed down and
just a few dribbles of cum came from his cock which I quickly sucked
down. His cock jerked as did his hips, telling me that his cock, as with
most guys, was now too sensitive to touch, having just cum. Unlike most
guys, however, his cock didn't go soft. Not one bit. It was obvious that it
would only be a few minutes and he would be ready to go again! I certainly
hoped so because I had an idea of what I wanted from this horny kid next! I
wanted that fuckin' huge, hard, teenage cock deep in my cock-loving butt!

I slowly pulled off his cock as he continued to suck on mine. I figured
once he got off, he'd stop but it didn't seem he was going to do that any
time soon. I reached down and gently stroked his hair and down his
shoulder. He groaned at the touch of my hand. I wanted to get off, but that
wasn't the way. I took him by the shoulders and slowly pulled him off my
cock. He sat up, looking at me like he was afraid he'd done something
wrong.

"Didn't I do it right?" he asked, the rejection and hurt showing in his
voice.

"No! You were doing it perfect! I just don't want to get off yet. No, you
were great!" I smiled.

He smiled back, a look of accomplishment on his face.

I looked down and he was still rock hard so my plan had a good chance of
working.

"Wade, do you think you could get off again?" I asked.

"Shit! I can cum at least two more times!" he announced.

I didn't feel he was bragging either! I figured he had that much in him!

"How would you feel about doing something for me?" I asked.

"You want me to keep suckin' you?" he asked, reaching out and grabbing my
cock in his hand.

"No. What I really want is for you to fuck me." I said.

"You mean in the butt?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said - rather than the sarcastic 'where else did you think' that
came to mind immediately but I dismissed, remembering that Wade was a
really nice, sheltered kid who really didn't know anything about sex.

"Uhh...are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm very sure. I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want to feel that
big cock of yours ramming in and out of my guts as hard as you can drive it
up my butt." I grinned.

"Fuck, yeah! I can do that!" he grinned back.

Yeah, I just bet he could! At least I prayed he could! There's one thing
I'll say for adolescents - what they lack in technique and sophistication,
they make up in eagerness and sheer muscular power! And the ability to cum
multiple times in a row!

"So, how was your first blowjob?" I asked, diplomatically not asking about
how it felt to suck his first cock.

"It was GREAT!" he exclaimed. "And I fuckin' loved you lickin' my butt like
that! Damn! You were right! I can see why guys love it!"

"Yeah, they sure do! I've had more guys - even straight guys! - sittin' on
my face and begging me to eat their butts! 'Course, they love my blowjobs,
too. It's something I'm real good at." I said, bragging a little. After
all, I felt entitled!

"You sure are! Uhh...did I do okay?" he asked this last part quietly,
hesitantly.

"You did just great! If I hadn't known better, I would never have known
that was your first time."  I said.

"Really?!" he exclaimed, excitedly.

"Really. I think when you finally get to do that to the guy you really want
to do it to the most, he's gonna fall in love with your mouth." I grinned.

Wade looked at me in shock. I guess he didn't think I'd figure out real
quick that he was only practicing on me - it was Tommy he wanted to gift
with a blowjob. Then he got this slow smile on his face.

"You really think so?" he asked.

"Bet on it! You're gonna make him one very happy boy. I just hope he makes
you equally happy."  I said seriously.

Wade blushed at this.

"He already does make me happy." he said quietly.

"You really love him, don't you?" I asked, my voice low like his.

He looked at me again in shock. Then he seemed to be thinking about what I
had asked, calculating how to answer.

"Yeah." he said slowly. "I really do."

"I'm very happy for you. It's good to have somebody to love. But it can be
very scary, too.  Especially if you can't tell them and you don't know if
they love you, too." I said.

He nodded, understanding exactly what I was saying.

"Have you ever been in love with somebody?" he asked.

"Yes! Lots of times!" I laughed. "My first lover was when I was fifteen."

"Fifteen?! Who was he?" I asked.

I told him about my first lover, Charlie (who's story I've related
elsewhere, along with my other Military School 'adventures') in Military
School and how his father had found out about us and taken Charlie out of
school so that I never saw him again.

"Oh, fuck! That's horrible! How did you ever get over him?" Wade asked.

"I didn't for a long time. But time eventually heals everything." I said.

"Do you want another guy to love?" he asked.

"I've already got one! We've been together for four years now. He hates my
relatives, too! But he doesn't have to visit them so he's not with me. He's
back home at our house in Fort Lauderdale."  I said.

"Oh! What would he say if he knew you were cheating on him?" Wade asked.

"Cheating on him? Oh, you mean having sex with you!" I laughed. "Wade,
we're guys. We're not 'married' in that sense. We have what is called an
'open relationship'. We love each other and we live together but if either
one of us wants to have sex with somebody else, that's fine. It's not
cheating to us. Guys are horndogs. Guys like gettin' off and they like
gettin' off with a lot of 'variety'. It doesn't mean that my lover and I
don't love each other. It just means we're typical, horny guys." I said.

"So are you gonna tell him about me?" he asked.

"I will if he asks. We have this agreement. We don't go 'bragging' about
our other sex partners to each other. If he asks me if I had sex with
anybody, I'll tell him. If not, I won't. Same with him. If I ask him, I
expect him to tell me the truth. If I don't ask, I expect him to keep it to
himself." I said.

"Shit! You're right. It sure ain't like a marriage!" he laughed.

"It's not supposed to be! I ain't a girl and neither is he. We don't need
all that crap!" I said. "Me?  I love giving other guys pleasure. I really
get pleasure that way. I think that's what life's all about - giving and
receiving pleasure. After all, eventually we're gonna die so we might as
well enjoy ourselves while we can." I said.

"Do you really believe that?" he asked, turning serious.

"Yeah. Why?" I asked, wondering what this was all about.

"Well, in church they say that all this stuff is sinful and God hates it."
he said.

"God hates it? Then why did he invent it?" I asked.

He looked at me, shocked.

"What do you mean - God invented it?" he asked.

"Who do you think made you?" I asked.

"Well, they say that God did." he answered.

"Do they say that God made all of you or did he 'farm out' part of the
design to somebody else?"  I asked, grinning.

Wade laughed at this idea.

"No, he made all of us." he grinned.

"Well, then he made that dick of yours that gets stiff in a soft breezed!
And he made the cum you shoot so much of. And he made that desire you have
to shoot as much of that cum as you can as often as you can. So if this is
bad and God hates it, why the hell did He make sex that way. Why did he
make all of us that way?" I asked.

That stopped him.

"I never thought of that." he said, thoughtfully.

"No, you sure didn't. And do you know why? Because that church and that
preacher don't want you to think of things like that! The church wants you
to feel guilty! They want you to feel bad and wrong!" I said.

"Why would they want that?" he asked.

"Does you're church have 'altar calls'? Where people come down and get
'saved' and 'wash their sins in the blood of the lamb'?" I asked him,
figuring in Tennessee, this was most likely the kind of church his family
was attending.

"Yeah! How'd you know?" he asked.

"Just figures, is all. The reason that they want you to feel shame and
guilt is so you'll keep coming back! And if you keep coming back, then
you'll start putting money in that plate they pass around, eventually. And
if there's no money in that plate - the preacher don't have a job or a
paycheck!  It's in his own best interest to keep you feeling as guilty and
shameful as he can!" I said.

He looked at me, total shock showing on his face. I thought for a moment
that I had gone too far with him.

"Damn, shit, mother-fuckin' hell!" he exclaimed.

Now it was my turn to look shocked.

"I always figured that, but ain't never been able to put it into words like
that! I know lots of people in that church that do all kinds of evil, nasty
stuff to other people and yet, there they are!  Sittin' up in the front
row, callin' themselves 'deacons' and that shit! And the stuff they do, it
don't feel good like this! It don't give nobody but them pleasure!" Wade
said. "I remember, I asked my Dad about it once but he just told me I
shouldn't judge anybody! Well, they damn sure do!"

"I know. But, you know, you're Dad's right. We shouldn't judge others - at
least not openly. But we can decide for ourselves that we don't want to be
like them! We don't want to do the things they do. That we don't want our
lives to be like their's." I said.

Wade looked at me and got real quiet. He dropped his head and wouldn't look
at me. I didn't know what was going on with him until he started speaking
again - his voice real low.

"I judged you...I figured you were gay. But I didn't think 'gay' in my
mind. I thought about you as a 'fag'. I figured you were this horrible,
terrible person because that's what I've always been taught. That's why I
was so scared because I knew I was like you but I just couldn't bring
myself to admit it. I knew that I was in love with Tommy. I kept trying to
deny it but my feelings just wouldn't go away. And what really makes me
feel bad is, not only am I judging you for being just what I am and don't
have the guts to admit it but you turn out to be way nicer and a better
person than all them fuckin' assholes sittin' in church tellin' me that
these feelings I have for Tommy are gonna send me to hell!" he said.

And when he finally looked up at me, there were tears streaming down his
young face. I quickly took him in my arms and held him.

"Oh, Wade! It's okay! You can't help the way people are around you when
you're growing up!  People teach kids all kinds of stuff that's bullshit!
That ain't the kid's fault. But I want you to listen to me and listen to me
good!" I said, pushing him back so that I could look him in the eye, with
my hands holding onto his shoulders and him at about arms length. "You
became a man today! Not because you had sex for the first time! That
doesn't make you a man! You became a man because you were man enough to
face yourself and finally admit to yourself who and what you are. You took
a giant step forward in becoming an adult by looking at yourself and
admitting what reality really was for you. Most so-called adults NEVER do
that! You've got a lot to be proud of!"

"It was you that helped me do it." he sniffed.

"Bullshit! I could only help because you let me! It was YOU that had to
tell yourself the truth!" I smiled.

Gradually, he smiled back.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, though! What if Tommy doesn't feel the
same way that I do?! What if he can't admit it. What if he ain't?!" he
exclaimed.

"Didn't you tell me that you two have known each other since second grade?"
I asked him.

"Yeah. We have." he answered, not seeming to understand why I asked that
question.

"You've known him longer now than you'd been alive before you met him." I
said.

"Yeah?" he said, still not getting it.

"I take it when you were younger, you had sleep overs, didn't you?" I
asked.

"Yeah."

"And did you sleep in the same bed?" I asked.

He hesitated.

"You still do, huh?" I smiled.

He looked at me with the shock of someone who thinks you can read their
mind.

"Yeah! How'd you know." he asked.

"Never mind that. I bet you spend most of every day with each other,
right?" I asked.

"Well...yeah, I guess we do!" he answered.

"And I bet over the years that you've known each other, you've told each
other just about everything there is to tell about yourselves, haven't
you?" I asked.

"Hell! I guess we have at that!" he exclaimed.

"Are you really going to sit there and tell me that you don't know him?
That you don't really know how he feels about you? It's time you opened
your eyes and ears and started paying more attention to him! You've been
working so hard at hiding your feelings from him that you haven't even
taken the time to really see how he feels about you!" I said.

That seemed to rock his world. He looked at me and then I could see him
turning inward and really thinking about this. He finally looked back to me
after a long while during which I just sat calmly watching him.

"You're right. That's just what I've done." he said quietly.

"And I'll bet it's just what he's been doing as well. Wade, has Tommy ever
dated a girl?" I asked.

"No. I went out with a girl once but we didn't do nothin', just kiss. It
was okay but it didn't get me hard like this!" he said.

"How did Tommy take it when you went out with this girl?" I asked, figuring
what his answer would be.

"He didn't seem to like it one damned bit! He seemed happy the next day
when I told him I didn't like it either." he said.

Just as I had suspected. These two were deeply in love with each other, if
only one of them had the courage to break through and tell the other. Maybe
this experience would give Wade that courage.

"Does he ever talk about going out with a girl? Does he ever talk about any
girls at all?" I asked.

"No. Never." he said.

"Wade, he's 17 years old, for God's sake! If he hasn't started talking
about girls and dating them by now, trust me! He's not interested in girls!
With straight boys, they have good friends who they might have even
jacked-off with when they were younger, but by the time they're your age,
they're dating girls! They're spending less time with their male friends
and more time with some girl, trying to get into her panties! Neither you
or Tommy are the least bit interested in that.  Doesn't that begin to tell
you anything?!" I asked.

"Yeah. When you put it that way. I just never really looked at it. Oh, I
saw it but I was just so afraid I was wrong about everything. That all I
was seein' was what I wanted to see! But you seein' it, too...well...that
changes everything." he said, and then he smiled the sweetest smile at
me. "And here I thought that I was just grateful to you for a blowjob!"

I laughed at this, and so did he.

"Well...if you're really grateful to me for that blowjob..." I grinned at
him and waggled my eyebrows at him in a silly imitation of a 'dirty old
man'.

He laughed.

"Yeah! I would like to fuck your butt! You just never know! It might come
in handy knowin' how, once I get home!" he grinned.

"Nope! You just never know, do you!" I grinned back.

The End of Part Two of THE BOY BY THE POOL

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