Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 22:10:00 +0000
From: Spasm Two <spasm2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hugo #4

Chapter Four; fire down below...

	Later that month another blazing hot day dawned, when you live on a
farm it's simpler to adopt the rhythms of the countryside; at this time of
year, close to mid-summer, the sun rose early and about half an hour after
that a shaft of brilliant light would play across my face, making it
impossible to sleep (I know I could get curtains, but I do like to see the
world from my bed). So, on sunny days I tended to get up early, work for a
few hours, then I'd pop out for a cooling dip in the burn before getting on
with the business of the day.

	Once I'd had my first coffee of the day I made my way up the stairs
to my study, from my window I couldn't see a cloud in the sky, and out in
the field the cows were all clustered in the shade of a wild cherry
tree. At some point I spotted Hugo setting out on his bike, good that he
was up and about, and hadn't caught the teenage disease yet, I thought
idly, then returned my focus to my work.


	I worked on for about another three hours, before I decided I
needed a dip, even in cool interior of my granite walled farmhouse I had
been perfectly comfortable dressed in a t-shirt and my split sided running
shorts, and when I stuck my head out of the back door to be almost
physically struck by the heat of the sun, I couldn't see any reason to put
anything else on.

	As I approached my swimming hole, I spotted Hugo's bike abandoned
in the grass, 'ah well', I thought, 'I guess we know each other well enough
now to share it'. As I drew closer, I spotted that he was sunning himself
on the rock; face down on a towel, his head pillowed on his hands, it also
became clear that he was entirely naked, his cute backside facing towards
the track, legs parted and his crown jewels on display to any passerby. I
walked closer, surprised that he hadn't reacted to my approach, and swiftly
realised that things weren't quite right with him. The whole of his body
was flushed a livid scarlet through his golden tan; from his shoulders down
to his bum and all the way along his legs to his calves.'

	'Oh shit,' I said, 'Quick Hugo, wake up.' I knelt down beside the
boys shoulders, and gently shook him.

	The boy stirred groggily, opened his eyes and looked up at me, 'I
don't feel very well,' he said.

	'You'll be alright, you've just caught the sun a little, l'll look
after you, d'you think you can sit up,' I urged him.

	Obediently Hugo pushed himself up, his face flushed, then without
any warning, he retched and vomited copiously over the rock, himself and
me.

	'Right my lad,' I said, ignoring the uncomfortable sensation of his
warm sick splattering my body, 'I think you've got heatstroke and possibly
sunburn, up you get and jump into the burn to cool off.' I pulled off my
puke spattered t-shirt, tossing it to one side and then guided the boy,
mute, shaking and unhappy into the cooling water. I took him over to the
deepest part of the pool and used my hands to clean the vomit off him,
before giving myself some of the same attention. Already he was looking
better, and I steered him over to my jacuzzi rock and sat him down, 'just
sit still here for a couple of minutes,' I commanded, 'I need to run home
and get some après sun and some water for you to drink, are you going to
be ok if I leave you here for a couple of minutes?'

	He nodded miserably, 'sorry,' he whispered, his voice barely
audible above the rushing water.

	'Don't be silly,' I said sternly, stroking his hair in a way I
hoped was comforting to him, 'anyone can fall asleep in the sun. Right, sit
still I'll be back before you know it.' I hurried off down the track,
grateful that the wet fabric of my shorts wasn't especially clingy, and
anxious that I didn't leave him alone for too long. I'd had to deal with
heatstroke before, my work takes me all over the world, and there's only
one certainty; the great British techy doesn't believe that he or she will
be affected by the sun. I've seen quite a few irritable lobsters in my time
and knew that although it could be serious, it was easy enough to deal with
if you caught it quickly. I grabbed a large bottle of water from my fridge,
a spray bottle of après sun, a clean t-shirt and a fresh towel and
headed back to my patient.

	I returned to the burn, and was relieved to see that Hugo hadn't
moved, although he was huddled abjectly in the rushing water, his arms
wrapped around his knees. I opened the water bottle and waded across to
him, 'here, drink lots of this.'

	He obediently took the bottle from me and gulped water down, while
he was doing that, I discreetly removed the vomit soaked towel from the
sun-bathing rock. I sat down, and watched the boy as he dutifully followed
my instructions, eventually he paused and slooshed a mouthful of water
around in his mouth before spitting it out.

	'How are you feeling?' I asked.

	'A bit better,' he replied, 'I'm sorry you seem to have ended up
rescuing me again.'

	'It's getting to be a habit, isn't it, and I don't seem to be able
to meet you without you leaving me with some washing either,' I grinned,
'now, if you're feeling any better, I think you might be a little
sunburned.'

	'No,' he looked horrified, 'how? I've been out and about through
three Nigerian summers and never even got pink.'

	'In Africa they treat the sun with respect, I bet you were never
allowed out of the house without sun block and a hat on.'

	'How did you know?' he asked.

	'The skies are very clear up here,' I continued my lecture, 'it's
really very easy to get burned. I'd thought you'd have had more sense,
especially when you're such a good colour already. Now, out you get if
you're up to it, and let's check the damage.'

	The boy slowly unfolded and stood up, he seemed steady enough on
his feet, and waded over to the side of the pool, standing in front of me,
he slowly rotated. He heard my sharp intake of breath; 'how bad is it?' he
asked anxiously.

	Now that he'd cooled off a bit the damage wrought by the sun was
very clear; his shoulders and back were highlighted in livid pink, as were
his backside, thighs and calves, 'hmm, it's not great,' I said, 'better get
some goop on you as soon as possible, then we can get you home.'


	'No,' he looked horrified, 'I can't go home like this, they'll
never let me out on my own again.'

	I spread out the fresh towel, and pointed; 'here, sit yourself down
and put some of this on,' I handed him the bottle of après sun, 'we can
work out what's the best thing to do once your repairs are underway.'

	Hugo obediently kneeled down on the rock and sprayed a little
lotion into his hand, rubbing it gingerly onto his painful shoulder. I
started tidying up, rolling the offending towel into a bundle. 'Umm, d'you
think you could help me?' the boy asked.

	'Sure, how?' I asked.

	'I can't reach all the burned bits,' he moaned, 'would you mind
putting some on for me?'

	I was a little taken aback, it's not every day you're invited to
rub sun cream onto a naked boy, even if there was nothing overtly sexual
about this particular encounter. 'Ok, lie down and I'll get you coated, you
do need to be quite generous with this stuff, it soaks in really fast.'

	The boy spread himself flat, and pulling the strands of wet hair
away from his shoulders I squirted a generous coating onto the burned skin
on his shoulders, softly smoothing it in. I then sprayed more of the lotion
down his spine and over his bum, and if my gentle hands lingered a little
on his muscular butt who could blame me. It might not have been
intentionally sexy, but I couldn't ignore the effect that this encounter
was having on me; my nylon shorts weren't capable of concealing much at the
best of times, and kneeling alongside the naked boy I was conscious that my
sexual excitement would have been very visible, had there been anyone to
witness it of course.

	I finished off coating Hugo with lotion and sat back on my heels to
inspect my handiwork; as mute evidence of my subconscious desires my
disobedient and rigid cock was projecting from the leg of my shorts. I gave
him a friendly little pat on the bum and stood up, hastily adjusting my
clothing to attempt to conceal my condition, saying; 'ok, sunny jim, let's
get you out of the sun and back over to mine to assess the situation.'

	Slowly Hugo got to his feet, 'thank you, that felt lovely, I'm
feeling a bit better already.'

	I passed him his shorts, and he stepped into them, wincing as the
elasticated waistband scraped his sunburned calves, gingerly he pulled them
up. Once he let go of them he yelped with pain and immediately pulled them
off again, 'I can't put them on, it's too painful,' he wailed in panic,
'what am I going to do?'

	I took off my t-shirt and offered it to him, 'here, put this on to
walk back to mine, then we can try to get you properly cooled down. When
are you expected back home?' My t-shirt looked more like a dress on him,
still, it concealed his nakedness and protected him from the sun.

	'I don't have to be back 'til teatime,' he said, 'they've gone out
to a garden centre, and I managed to get out of it.'

	'Ok, well we've still got a few hours, I think we might get away
with it, come on then, the sooner we get you out of the sun the better.' I
offered a friendly hand to the boy, and without hesitation he took it, and
hand in hand we walked across the field to my house. I couldn't help
noticing that he was walking a little strangely, and glanced across; he was
treading very carefully, his legs spread wide apart. 'Are you ok?' I asked.

	'Yeah, I guess so,' he said miserably.

	'It's just that you seem to be struggling a little.'

	'That stuff you put on is really helping, but my balls and my crack
are really sore too,' he whispered.

	'Oh lord,' I answered, nonplussed, 'I didn't realise you'd toasted
your plums as well.'

	'I didn't realise until now, either,' he replied.

	Fortunately we'd got to the farmhouse door by now, I ran upstairs
ahead of him, stripped the sheet off my bed, and spread out a towel. Hugo
had made his way carefully up the stairs behind me and stood, swaying
slightly, while I prepared things. 'Ok, lie down on the bed, and I'll see
what I can do for you.'

	Obediently the boy stripped off my t-shirt and stretched out on the
towel, 'please be quick,' he urged, 'my bum's burning up.'

	The boy had settled himself with his legs spread wide, and before I
hit him with more après sun I inspected the damage. Where I had treated
him, his burned skin was already beginning to lose its angry scarlet tone,
peering at the livid flesh of his crack it was clear that he urgently
needed the application of something soothing. His balls too, were bright
red, and I winced at the thought of how uncomfortable he must have been as
he walked back with me. 'Ouch, I missed that, ok, would you stick your
bottom in the air and I'll get some more of this cream on the damage,' I
said.

	Hugo elevated his rump, and I quickly sprayed his crack and balls
with the cooling balm, he moaned with relief as the cooling lotion
immediately took away the heat. Mindful of my unintentional stinginess, I
repeated the exercise, and using my fingertips I delicately made sure that
the overheated flesh of his inner thighs and balls was thoroughly coated as
well. A few weeks earlier I could never have imagined that I'd find myself
rubbing sun cream into the crack of my teenage neighbour, the fact that
this was a minor medical emergency didn't enter into it.

	'Right, you can lie flat again,' I said, 'I'm going to give the
rest of you another coat, then you just need to stay still and quiet for a
while.'

	'Thanks,' mumbled Hugo indistinctly, and wiggled himself into a
more comfortable position.

	I repeated the all-over body spray, already his skin was looking
better, 'I think I might have caught you just in time,' I said, and if once
more my fingers lingered a little longer than was absolutely necessary on
his cheeks, then who's to know. Judging by the appreciative noises the boy
was making, he wasn't complaining. 'Ok,' I said, 'just lie still for a bit
to let it soak in, while I go and pick up your clothes from the burn, I'll
only be a few minutes then I'll put another layer on.' I paused in the
doorway and looked down at the naked boy sprawled on my bed, realising to
my surprise that he'd nodded off. Shaking my head in wonder at the
resilience of youth I crept quietly down the stairs and back outside.

	Once I was back at the burn I quickly gathered up all our detritus
into a bundle, taking great care not to get his clothes contaminated with
puke. I brought it all back to the house, wheeling his bike, which I leaned
against the gable end. I stuffed all the soiled clothes into the machine,
Hugo was in luck, the only things he'd sicked up on were his ubiquitous
white trunks and my stuff. I pulled off my stained shorts and threw them in
with the wash, almost immediately realising, as I stood naked in my kitchen
that I had just created a dilemma for myself; all my clean clothes were up
in my bedroom with Hugo. Oh well, I thought, he's asleep, I'll just sneak
in quietly, and find a clean pair and a t-shirt.

	I crept up the stairs, grateful that, although it was an old house,
the boards and stairs were solid and didn't creak. From the top of the
stairs I could see his body stretched out on my bed, he didn't seem to have
moved at all, so I quietly made my way into my bedroom. The sight of the
naked sleeping youth gave me an unexpected feeling in my chest, I was
already becoming very fond of him, but the sight of this innocent and
trusting boy was making me feel fiercely protective.

	In the circumstances it was rather inconvenient that the chest of
drawers was on the other side of my bed, and I kept my shorts in the bottom
drawer (naturally), I carefully slid it open, my back to the bed, and
rummaged about for something to wear.

	'Those yellow ones would look good,' Hugo said, making me jump out
of my skin.

	I turned to face him, he'd propped himself up on an elbow and was
watching me closely, 'I was trying not to wake you,' I said, with a mixture
of embarrassment and amusement.

	'Nothing's more likely to wake me than furtive movement,' he
grinned, 'I sleep in a dorm at school, remember; if you'd crashed through
the door and started playing the trombone I'd probably just ignored it and
gone back to sleep, but if someone's making a determined effort to be quiet
it usually means something bad is about to happen.'

	Deflated, I sat down on the bed beside him, letting my shorts drop
to the floor; 'I'm sorry, that was crass of me, nothing bad is going to
happen to you here. I'm afraid I'd forgotten you've been having a crap time
at school, I just thought I shouldn't really be flashing my bits at you,
and I'd try to get to my clothes without disturbing you.'

	'God,' he said with real spirit, 'what's wrong with you, you've had
your hand up my arse, but if you're worried about me seeing you naked, I
promise you I've seen a lot less attractive sights at school.'

	'Yeah, but I'm a grown-up (supposedly) and you are a teenage boy,
if anyone found out I could get put in chokey for what I've done already, I
just don't want to make things worse for either of us.'

	Hugo sat up, and put his arms round me, 'look, please don't worry,
you've been nothing but kind to me, and I don't think we've done anything
wrong.'

	Somehow, being wrapped in his warm arms felt entirely right, and
the sensation of his smooth skin pressed against mine was a powerful
reminder of something I had been pretending that I wasn't
missing. 'Thanks,' I said, 'I know what you're saying, but imagine what
your mother would say if she saw us sitting together like this, I wouldn't
like to have to try and explain this to her,' I indicated my disobedient
cock, which inevitably had stiffened up again.

	'I know what you're saying,' the boy replied, 'but you're not the
only one who has a problem,' he shuffled next to me revealing that he too
was in a state of some excitement. I was intrigued and more than a little
turned on to note that his young cock appeared to be almost as long as
mine, and certainly looked disproportionately large jutting from his
slender body.

	'Right,' I said slowly, 'perhaps we should call a halt here, I'm
glad you feel comfortable with me, but we might want to pause for thought.'

	He pouted, and sat back on his heels, wincing as the tender skin on
his rump rubbed against his feet.

	'Exactly,' I said, 'you really are quite badly burned, and you
still need some more repair before you can go home.'

	'Ok,' he said, 'I'll be good, I know you're right, but you really
don't have to cover yourself up for me.'

	'I promise I won't try and scuttle around you again,' I smiled,
'now, if that tent-pole you're exhibiting will permit you to lie down
again, I think I should give you another coat of emulsion.'

	Hugo obediently settled back down again, I abandoned my intentions
to put my shorts on, and inspected his naked body; in the half hour or so
that had passed since the last time I had put lotion on him most of the
angry colour had gone, and was replaced by a more healthy flush. 'How does
this feel?' I asked, running my fingertips softly over his shoulders.

	'Doesn't hurt anymore,' he said, 'but it's still quite sensitive,
how's my bum looking?'

	Willingly I diverted my attention to his rear end, his cheeks
looked much better, but when I parted them I could see that his crack was
still looking a bit sore. I repeated my gentle finger stroking, Hugo
wriggling appreciatively. 'Mmm, that's nice, but it's still a little
tender,' he purred indistinctly.

	'Alright,' I said, 'one more coat and then I think we can we move
on to phase two.'

	'That sounds ominous,' he said.

	'Not really, more attention for you,' I said.

	'Harsh,' the boy said, 'you don't think I did this on purpose, do
you?'

	'No, you weren't to know when I was going to swim today, sorry, I
didn't mean anything bad by it; I was really worried when I found you,
people have died of heatstroke you know, and I was just getting accustomed
to your being around the place. I just meant that we're close to getting
you back to your natural cheeky self.'

	'Oh, right, I have been accused of being oversensitive before now,'
he said, from the pillow, I'm sorry too, you've been kinder and nicer than
I deserve.'

	'No worries,' I stammered, 'patching you up has its compensations
too.'

	'Really, what are they?' he asked.

	By way of a response I stroked his cheeks again, 'come on, let's
get you oiled up again, before I do something I shouldn't.'

	Obediently the boy elevated his rump, and spread his legs, I
sprayed a generous coating of après sun onto his crack and between his
legs onto his balls. This time I didn't hesitate, and reached between his
thighs, carefully smoothing a generous coat of lotion onto his balls. I
couldn't fail to be aware that his cock was still very hard, as his rigid
column bumped against the back of my hand. I used my hand to distribute the
lotion along his crack, sensing that the tender skin around his anus was
still quite hot to the touch of my fingertips. 'Ok my lad,' I said, 'I
think you need a little more rest,' I thrust my arm under his thighs and
lifted his light body off the bed, Hugo stretched out and I lowered him
down, carefully allowing his his flagpole to dress off to one side as he
flopped down onto the bed.

	As he relaxed, I grabbed the bottle and misted the rest of his body
with the last of the après sun, 'lie still for a bit, I'll make you a
cup of tea, coffee's not the thing I'm afraid, hot sweet tea is part two of
the treatment.'

	Hugo mumbled a protest into my pillow, 'think of it as medicine,' I
continued, 'you need to get lots of fluid into you and this is a good way
of doing it, as well as giving you a blood sugar boost. This is one of the
occasions where coffee wouldn't be a good idea, and for future reference,
booze is a really bad idea.'

	'I guess I'd better stay off the brandy then,' he replied drowsily.

	I went down to the kitchen and put the kettle on; it was only when
the posties' van rattled into the farmyard that I realised that I was still
naked and semi-hard, and made a tactical withdrawal into my living room
until I heard him drive away.

	Mug of tea in hand, I returned upstairs to attend to my
patient. Hugo hadn't moved, and mindful of his instructions I made no
effort to be quiet. The lotion had been very effective, even his crack was
returning to a normal healthy colour, I sat on the bed beside him and
gently patted him on the bottom, 'wake up sleepy head, time to drink your
tea.'

	The boy stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes drowsily, I handed him
the mug, and he took a big swig, 'mmm, that's surprisingly good,' he said
wriggling alongside me so that our thighs pressed together, 'and my
backside's nowhere near so sore anymore.'

	'Good,' I said, 'finish that off, then I think a coolish shower is
in order.'

	'Not a cold shower,' he protested, 'that's one of the ways they use
to punish us at school.'

	'No, it's not a punishment,' I answered, 'you're still looking a
little pink round the edges, and this'll help to take the rest of the heat
out of it, I promise you.'

	'I suppose I have to trust you,' he smiled, 'you've been right so
far. Can I ask you a favour?'

	'I expect so, what is it?'

	'Did you bring my shorts back from the burn?'

	'Yeah, they're downstairs, why?'

	'My phone should be in the back pocket, would you mind getting it
for me?'

	'Of course, finish off your tea, and I'll fetch it for you,' when I
returned with his mobile, the mug was empty and Hugo was sitting cross
legged on my bed. 'Here you are,' I handed it over. He switched it on, and
I saw a look of relief cross his face, 'what is it?' I asked.

	'Just checking I'd had no texts from my mum, she sometimes checks
up on me, and gets very cross if I don't reply quickly.'

	'How does that work when you're out in the countryside and there's
no signal?' I asked.

	'That's my get out of jail free card,' he grinned, 'but I wouldn't
want her to come looking for me just at the moment either. Now,' he passed
me the phone, 'one more thing.'

	'What?'

	'Take a picture of my bum,' he ordered.

	'Why?'

	'I need to be reminded of my stupidity,' he answered, and rolled
over onto his front, spreading his legs and elevating his bottom, a classic
pose that looked like an open invitation for a fucking if ever I saw one.

	I fumbled with the phone, and eventually found the camera, clicking
a swift snap of this enticing prospect.

	'Take a few from different angles,' he urged, 'I'll keep the best
ones.'

	Obediently I took some more, getting in close for a view through
his legs, very well aware that the boy was getting turned on again as
indeed was I. 'That'll do,' I announced eventually, 'I think you're
thoroughly documented.'

	'Let me see,' Hugo demanded, rolling over and taking the phone from
me. He scrolled through the pictures, grinning at the images. 'They're
pretty good, so much better than my selfies, have you taken this kind of
picture before?' he asked.

	'Ah well, there is a story to tell, but now is definitely not the
time,' I said firmly, conscious that we were drifting into flirtation
territory again. Before I could do anything to stop him, Hugo raised the
phone, and snapped a picture of me standing naked in front of him, my erect
cock evidence of my sexual turmoil. 'I'm not sure you should have done that
,' I said.

	'I'd have taken one when I saw you out on the moors if I hadn't
filled the memory card in the camera,' he grinned, 'but anyway you weren't
anywhere near so excited then.' He fiddled with his phone for a moment
more, then put it down on the bedside table. 'Ok, I'm ready for my
punishment, lead me to the ice bath,' he said, rising from my bed.

	Despite my disquiet about his snatched picture, I was disarmed and
I suppose if I'd wanted to I could have grabbed his phone and deleted it;
'this way young sir,' I indicated the way with my arm and he followed me
from the room and into my bathroom. 'Sit on the loo while I make sure the
water's not going to scorch you,' I ordered, as I ran the shower. After a
moment or so I was satisfied that the temperature was safe and beckoned
Hugo over. 'Stick your arm in, let me know if it hurts at all,' I
asked. Hugo did as I'd requested and nodded his satisfaction, 'ok, jump in
then, we just need to clean off the leftover sunscreen and to cool you down
a little more.'

	'We?' he asked quizzically over the sound of the water, 'does this
mean you're offering to wash my back?' In for a penny, in for a pound, I
thought, and without any further hesitation I climbed in with him, he
turned and gave me a dazzling smile; 'that's better, there really is no
reason to be shy you know.'

	Despite the sexual tension between us, at first our shower together
was a perfectly chaste affair, looking back I think Hugo had realised that
he was pushing boundaries, and pulled back. On the other hand, the
experience of gently exploring the naked body of this extraordinary young
man was one that will stay in my memory for ever. Although the sun cream
had mostly been absorbed into his parched skin, there was still a powdery
residue, and the careful removal of this gave me another opportunity to
give him an intimate and close examination. Hugo stood still in the spray
of the water jets, his legs parted and arms folded behind his head, while I
gently caressed and rinsed away the evidence of his treatment. Even though
we were both very turned-on by this, it truly was a tender moment, not just
a sexual adventure, at last I felt completely at ease to be naked and close
to the boy, whatever else might happen to us.

	Eventually my reverie came to an abrupt end, when Hugo poked me
with a finger, 'Oy, wake up, and stop dreaming,' he said, 'I just asked you
if you wanted me to do your back?'

	'Ok, thanks,' I answered, 'here, use some of this shower gel, just
try not get too much on your skin, you need more moisturising not drying
out.' I turned away from him, and shortly after sensed his small hands
soaping my back. He continued confidently; fingers exploring my bum and
rubbing more gel into my crack. After a moment I felt his hands settle on
my hips; he gently but firmly spun me round and before I had a chance to
react, he deftly spread a handful of shower gel over my hairless balls and
along the length of my hard cock, rubbing it all into a fine foam.

	'Sorry,' he grinned, 'but I just had to know what it felt to hold
someone else's cock.'

	Momentarily speechless, I smiled and nodded, as I revelled in the
sensation of the boy wanking my cock, 'that's ok,' I answered eventually,
realising that I had to say something, 'but maybe you'd better not make a
habit of it.'

	Reluctantly, Hugo ceased his ministrations, the water jets rinsing
away the last of the soap suds, 'thanks for not freaking out,' he said
softly, 'you've been very kind to me.'

	My heart swelled, he really was an extraordinary boy, 'you're very
welcome, I guess I wasn't not quite prepared for this, but that doesn't
mean I don't appreciate it. Come on, let's get you dried off, then I'll
give you a coat of moisturiser and you should be good to go.' I turned the
water off, and helped the naked boy out, tenderly enveloping him in my
fluffiest bath towel, before wrapping another one round my waist, sarong
style, and leading him back into my bedroom.

	I sat down on the side of my bed, and unwrapped Hugo, using the
towel to pat his skin dry, he stood naked before me, and it was plain that
the sunburn was more or less gone. 'You'll do,' I smiled up at him, 'now
lie down on the bed again and I'll moisturise you, it's really important to
stop your skin drying out or you'll peel.' I'd brought my bottle of perfume
free moisturiser through from the bathroom, and, after spreading some
generously onto my palms I began rubbing it into Hugo's back.

	'Mmm, that feels great,' he purred, as I continued down his back
and onto his bum.

	Although I was anxious not to destroy the special moment we had
been having, I was also conscious that we had already spent more than three
hours on his repair and he would have to be off home soon. So, briskly, but
gently, I applied the final coat to his crack and balls, noting that they
were still looking a little sensitive. 'Ok Hugo, lie still for ten minutes
while I tidy up,' I instructed.

	He didn't reply, as he'd dozed off again, shaking my head I began
clearing up, dumping the wet towels into my laundry basket. Finally I got
to put my shorts on, it felt strange to have cloth next to my skin again,
after I'd been in a state of nature for so long. While I let the boy
snooze, I retrieved and hung out the washing on the line, although once
again I kept Hugo's boxers back to dry away from the public gaze.

	As I was making some more tea, I heard the ping of an incoming text
message, not from my phone as that was downstairs with me, shortly after I
heard the sound of feet thudding down the stairs and Hugo appeared in my
living room, 'that's my mum home and expecting me back for my dinner,' he
announced.

	'Fair enough,' I answered, 'you'd better get dressed then, I'm
afraid you'll have to go commando again, your trunks are still wet.' I
handed him another mug of tea, and his clothes.

	'Thanks,' he smiled, 'maybe I could ask you a favour?'

	'Of course, what is it?'

	'Could you lend me a pair of pants, as you've seen, my shorts are a
bit scratchy and I still have to cycle back.'

	'Sure,' I answered, 'but I think I must be at least eight inches
bigger round the waist than you, anything that fits me will just fall off
you. However, you know where my pants drawer is; there are some in there
that are too small for me, have a rummage towards the back, you're very
welcome to help yourself to anything in there.'

	'Thanks,' he said, disappeared from the room and back up the
stairs, I heard him crossing the bedroom floor and my pants drawer opening.

	I sipped my tea, pondering the events of the day, after a few
moments, I heard Hugo returning, he was still naked, and had a puzzled look
on his face; 'I found these,' he announced, waving a pair of pants at me.

	'Oh good, that's alright then,' I answered, without looking too
closely.

	'I'm confused,' he continued.

	'Why?'

	By way of answer, he flapped the undies at me; they were a pair of
skimpy golden-yellow high cut panties.

	'Good colour for your skin tone,' I said.

	'but aren't these girls pants?' he asked.

	'Well, ladies really, even if she was quite a skinny lady, why?'

	'Yeah, that's what I thought, do you like to dress up?' he
demanded.

	'Nah, don't be silly, they belonged to my ex,' I explained.

	'Did he like to dress as a girl?' he urged.

	'All of the time, that's because he was a she,' I said gently.

	'What! you're not gay? but you've let me hold your cock,' he
continued, looking even more confused.

	'Look Hugo, you should never make assumptions about people, but I
have said that if you asked a question I'd try to answer it; I am quite
happy as I am, which is to say, I've always liked both men and women, but,
and this is important, never more than one at a time. Sophie and I busted
up over a year and a half ago now, we'd been together for more than seven
years, and breaking up can really hurt, so I've been hiding away here and
pretending everything was ok ever since.'

	'and I came blundering in here and started making demands, I'm so
sorry, it was very selfish of me,' Hugo looked stricken.

	'No, honestly,' I protested, 'you've been like a breath of fresh
air to me, you can only slump in misery for so long you know.'

	'Thanks,' he said, 'maybe we should start again.'

	'Perhaps you should take a little more care of yourself,' I
replied, 'then maybe we could be friends rather than doctor and patient.'

	'I'll consider myself rebuked,' he grinned, then abruptly pulled on
the yellow panties, 'how do I look? ' he asked twirling and preening.

	'Let's just say that no-one would easily mistake you for a girl,' I
smiled. The sheer fabric emphasised rather than concealed his package, and
the high cut made his legs seem longer.

	'Do you think they look sexy on me?'

	'Yeah, it's safe to say I do,' I agreed, suddenly dry mouthed, and
conscious of my cock stiffening in my shorts, 'are they comfortable?'

	'Yes they are, they make me feel horny, and I really like the idea
of looking sexy,' he smiled, then advanced across the room and abruptly
hugged me, rubbing his swelling crotch against mine. 'Thanks for watching
out for me, it's been very strange and lonely here since we came back from
Africa.'

	'You're welcome, and for what it's worth you even look sexy in
those pants your mum buys for you.' I hugged his slender body against mine,
somehow he'd got through my defences with very little effort.

	As we were standing there his mobile phone pinged once again, Hugo
disengaged and picked it up, frowning, he turned to me; 'I'm going to have
to go, my mum's going to come looking for me if I'm not back home in ten
minutes.'

	'Well, we can't have her finding you like this,' I grinned,
indicating the way his developing erection was distorting the skimpy yellow
panties, 'even if popping a stiffy is an occupational hazard for every
teenager.'

	'and for some adults too,' he said pointedly, eyeballing the bulge
in my shorts.

	'Point taken,' I said, grinning back at him, 'but you'd better be
on your way even so, I don't think you'll be able to cycle quite as
furiously as you usually do, your bum might still be a little tender.'

	Hugo pulled on his shorts and t-shirt, outwardly there was almost
no sign that he'd been sunburned, he just looked like a normal healthy boy
who'd been out in the sun. We spent a few moments trying to find his
sneakers, and once they'd been put on I waved him off on his bike. I noted
with wry amusement that he didn't make any attempt to sit in the saddle,
but stood on the pedals to race home.

	My little house suddenly felt very empty; there's nothing like a
crisis to fill up all your senses. I did wonder where Hugo and I could go
from here, even though he seemed to have bonded with me, and he'd slotted
very neatly into the hole in my heart that I hadn't even realised I had.

	I pottered about tidying up, and then realised that I was ravenous,
I hadn't stopped to eat, so I set about making myself a simple meal, unable
to shake the images of Hugo's naked body from my mind.

	Some time later I was sitting on my couch with a book and a glass
of wine when my phone pinged, my heart lifted when I realised it was a text
from Hugo, 'I always seem to end up thanking you for looking after me,' he
said, 'so I thought I'd try and give you something back, if you want it,
send me your e-mail address.' Without hesitating for an instant I sent my
address straight back to him.

	Allowing for the seemingly random delivery times from the texting
service, I didn't anticipate hearing anything from Hugo for a while,
although that didn't stop me from checking my mail every five minutes.

	So, it wasn't until sometime later that an e-mail from Hugo thudded
into my inbox, I was more than curious, the boy been revealed to me as
creative and intelligent and whilst I wasn't sure what form his thanks
might take, I didn't doubt that it would be interesting.

	What he'd sent was a brief message; 'sit back and enjoy this any
way you like,' and a pretty large mp4 file as an attachment. I poured
myself another glass of wine and sat in down in front of my big computer
monitor to see what the boy had sent me.

	The screen filled with snow, and then it abruptly cleared, leaving
me with the image of what was clearly a boys bedroom, the foreground
dominated by a pine kitchen chair. I clicked on the icon to make the image
full-screen, it filled the big screen without any detectable loss of
quality, so the boy must have found the HD setting on his camera. There was
no sign of anybody, and the sound was limited to the distant background
muttering of a TV. Suddenly the camera was twisted to one side, and
revealed Hugo's face in closeup; 'Hello John,' he said, 'thanks for
watching, I've been thinking about what you said about me and my pants, and
I thought I'd like to try and test your theory.'

	I couldn't actually remember what I'd said, but if it was about his
passion killers then it probably wasn't complimentary.

	The camera was twisted back to face the chair again, and for a
moment or two nothing happened. Abruptly, Hugo walked into frame; dressed
only in a pair of his ubiquitous white cotton trunks, he sat down on the
chair, legs spread apart. I realised that he'd set the camera angle quite
low, so that his crotch was dominating the frame. 'Ok John,' he addressed
the camera, 'let's see how sexy these can be.'

	Very slowly Hugo slid his hands down his chest, pausing for a
moment to tease his dark nipples, then down his stomach, and across his
crotch; the all-encompassing pants revealing not much more than he was
evidently male. His wandering fingers drifted slowly over his groin and on
to his thighs, eventually he gripped the leg of his shorts and pulled the
fabric taut, to reveal the outline of his erect cock as a ridge along one
of the legs. Gazing meaningfully into the lens he traced his forefinger
along the length of his erection, pausing momentarily to give special
attention to his cockhead, before he pulled his hand away and delicately
tasted the fingertip.

	I have to confess that I was finding this erotic exhibition very
stimulating, and pausing his video for a moment, I pulled down my shorts to
give my bulging cock some air. When it had started getting cooler earlier I
had put on a few more clothes, including my favourite thong, but this
garment wasn't much able to do much to contain my stiffy, and I impatiently
pulled it to one side, taking hold of my erection with the comfortable ease
of long practise before I clicked on the play button once again.

	The frozen image of Hugo smoothly moved into life again; he slipped
a hand under the waistband, and I watched closely as the white cotton
stretched over his arm, the all-concealing material revealing no more than
a hint of what he was doing.  Somehow I found this more of a turn-on than
if he'd been completely naked in front of me, and automatically I'd synced
my masturbatory rhythm to that of the boy. Slowly, without removing his
hand, and keeping his eyes locked on the camera, Hugo rose to his feet and
moved forward until his white pants filled the screen. Even in a close up,
they very effectively concealed more than they revealed; all you could see
was the outline of his knuckles as their slow, deliberate movement
distorted the fabric.

	After allowing me a few moments to enjoy the view, and it was clear
to me that this was a very personal movie I was watching, Hugo moved away,
turning his back to the camera. One effect of his wanking had been to
stretch the cotton fabric, thus more clearly delineating the delicious
curves of his cute behind, he moved over to the chair and rested a knee on
it, bending away from the camera to reveal his crotch, and his hand moving
down to caress his balls.

	'So,' Hugo said, 'what do you think?' He'd straightened up and was
speaking over his shoulder, 'do you find this is a turn-on?' I made a
mental note to tell him that truly it was, when I got a chance. 'Now John,'
he continued, 'my school teachers tell me that the only way to make a
proper judgement is to provide a contrasting alternative, so here we go,
try this.' At some point during this speech, he'd removed the hand from
down the front of his shorts, and hooking a thumb under the waistband on
each hip, he ever so slowly wiggled them down.

	I was enchanted, but not entirely surprised, to see that underneath
his boxer trunks he was still wearing the yellow panties, and the slow
revelation of his luscious curves clad in the sheer fabric was a vision
that will stay with me for a long time. Hugo kicked his discarded trunks
away, and returned to his previous position; one knee propped on the chair
and his back to the camera. Abruptly he leaned forwards, thrusting his
backside into centre frame, he sensually ran his hands over his fabric clad
cheeks, grinning back at me over his shoulder as he spoke; 'you'll be happy
to know I don't appear to have suffered any permanent damage from today,
any rate, everything seems to be working ok so far, I guess we'll find out
if there's any problems in a minute or so won't we,' cheekily he blew a
kiss to the camera.

	In a sense I was relieved that he'd put a time limit on it; my cock
was already slippery with pre-cum, and I could have come at any time, if
I'd chosen to, but I was fascinated as well as turned on by this erotic
odyssey and I wanted to follow his journey through to the end. Meanwhile,
back on screen, Hugo had spread his legs more widely, and his fingers were
caressing his balls, still without disturbing the yellow briefs. He turned
his head and spoke again; 'so, what d'you think, are these more sexy?' He
stood up straight once more, then slowly made a half-turn so that he was in
profile to the camera; the sheer fabric failed to conceal the rigid column
of his cock, standing proudly straight out and stretching the panties away
from his body.

	He completed the move and faced the camera directly, revealing that
the panties were stained and made yet more translucent by a big dark patch
of pre-cum, I almost shot my load then and there, but just managed to stop
myself. I sensed that Hugo was also close to the edge, after all he'd been
wanking on camera for several minutes. Abruptly he sat down on the chair,
legs well apart, his balls peeking out on either side of the narrow strip
of yellow fabric between his legs. His hand drifted down, avoiding touching
his cock for the moment and caressed the smooth skin of his balls. 'Look,'
he grinned cheekily, pulling the pants to one side to show me, 'I guess I'm
fully recovered.'

	Even though I knew I was watching a recording, it still felt to me
as though we were communicating directly, and I found myself nodding my
agreement. Hugo winked at me, and with his index finger traced a lazy
journey from the soft exposed flesh of his balls and along the rigid column
of his erect cock until it reached the tip; straining at the flimsy
fabric. His member was visibly pumping out pre-cum and he dabbed a finger
at the damp patch again, gazing directly down the lens at me as he sucked
on his flavoursome digit.

	'I think it's about time I finished this,' he whispered, 'what do
you think?'

	There was a brief moment when I almost spoke back to him, instead
of which I watched while he grasped his erection through the sheer cloth,
and began to masturbate it; the saturated fabric revealing every detail of
his cockhead as his fist pumped slowly up and down. After he'd given it a
few long strokes he stopped and slowly pulled the panties down, leaving the
sodden garment dangling round one ankle. He leaned back in the chair,
grasping his cock once more and resumed the slow wanking rhythm. He was
right, by the way, his unencumbered balls were a perfectly healthy colour,
darker than his thighs, but not showing any of the angry redness that had
made them so uncomfortable earlier.

	As I watched, he almost imperceptibly started speeding up, and as I
matched my pace to his I could sense the buzzing feeling as I started to
tip over the edge and into orgasm. On the screen I could see that Hugo's
cheeks were flushed, suddenly his cockhead reddened, the shaft jerked in
his hand and he sprayed great ropes of spunk up his chest just as I
came. It's often said that you've passed your sexual peak before you can
legally marry in this country, and if the volume and energy of Hugo's
spunking were anything to go by then I suspect this may well be true. He
slumped back in the seat, breathing heavily, his cock still issuing a few
last dribbles of come, and his naked and sweat bedewed chest liberally
splattered. As for me, my orgasm was nothing like as violent as that of the
boy, but I was still covered in slippery come as I'd not thought to find a
tissue or anything, oh well, I thought, that's what washing machines are
for.

	After a short pause to regain his breath, Hugo shifted on the
chair, squeezing the last drops from his cock and scooped a soggy handful
of come into his palm before raising it to his lips and slurping a messy
mouthful. He flashed a brilliant smile from his come smeared face; 'maybe
there'll be a time when you can see this for real; in the meantime, I think
I might need to impose on your washing machine again.' He bent down and
retrieved the panties from around his ankle, using them first to wipe his
face and then clean off the rest of the jizz from his cock, chest and
stomach. 'That's the end of my broadcast for tonight,' he continued,
tossing the soggy pants to one side, 'do let me know if you liked it, and
who knows, maybe I'll do it again.' He stood up and walked out of frame,
and a moment later the screen dissolved into snow.

	I sat still for a while, until the slightly uncomfortable feeling
of my spunk drying on my skin forced me to make a move and I got up. I was
more than a little disquieted, the boy had spectacularly wrong footed me, I
was extremely flattered that he'd wanted to send me his very explicit movie
but I was conscious that even though I had done next to nothing to
encourage him, I was still the one who'd be punished if anyone was to
discover it.

	I jumped in the shower to get clean and have a think, I guess the
conundrum was that I was beginning to have feelings for him, however
complicated that might make things, and he plainly craved affection and
attention. When I'd finished my shower I was about ready to sleep, so I put
on a clean thong and after filling my water glass, I climbed into bed and
checked the mail on my phone.

	There was a message from Hugo: 'Have you watched it? Did you like
it? Did it make you come?'.

	I couldn't fail to respond to him; I know how vital communication
is when you're young, 'Hi Hugo, to answer your questions, yes, yes and yes,
in buckets. You're a very naughty and sexy young man, and you need to be
careful who you send that sort of thing to, but I'm very flattered that you
wanted to share it with me.'

	He must have been waiting for my reply, because his e-mail was
there as fast as he could type; 'Glad you enjoyed it, I just wanted to give
something back to you, after you'd rescued me again, now I have to go to
sleep, I'm really sleepy, it's been a long day.'

	'Good night Hugo, sleep tight, and thanks for giving me an amazing
day,' I replied, but answer came there none. I put my phone down and pulled
the bedding up to my shoulder, sleep came quite swiftly but my dreams were
filled with images of the youth, parading before me in various states of
excitement and undress. What was to become of us? At this point in my life
I had no idea, but I was sure that whatever happened it wasn't going to be
boring.