Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2015 14:09:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith Subject: My Boys Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Dinner was uneventful. We ate in the lanai and Curt gave me all the details about his day. Both his new friends were in the fifth grade at the middle school. All three boys seemed to like the same things, Minecraft heading the list. He discovered all the boys enjoyed swimming and they had a swimming hole at the lake but with the low water it was more swamp then lake these days. We were the only family with a pool. Ethan was also eleven, although a few months older than Curt. Ethan had a fourteen year old brother, Patrick. They had spent the day biking around showing Curt all around the neighborhood. A few weeks later, Curt surprised me. "Dad, can we go swimming after we do the dishes?" he asked as we were finishing dinner. "Sure!" I said, trying not to act too surprised. He didn't seem to have much interest in the pool since his arrival. My guess was he was too shy to skinny dip with me. Once the dishes were put into the dishwasher, I told him to go into his room, put his dirty clothes in the hamper and grab a towel. I would meet him at the pool. I was in the water when he entered the lanai. He had a towel wrapped around his mid-section and was gathering his courage before he dropped it. "Put the towel on a chair and join me. The water is great". He turned his back to me and dropped the towel onto the chair. When he faced me again, his hands were covering his privates. He was embarrassed because he had beginnings of a boy sized boner. Although I had seen him change into his clothes before, this was the first time I saw him totally naked in a long while. He was spectacular. At almost five foot tall, he was a bit over average in height and weighed about eighty pounds. He didn't have an ounce of fat on his body. His shoulders were broad, like a swimmer's and he was already muscular and defined. His hair was black and cut close to his head. When he smiled, his white teeth sparkled against his golden skin. He tried to hide his dick with is hands but I gently told him to stop being embarrassed. "You're a boy and so am I. All boys are built alike." I reminded him. He reluctantly dropped his hands from his groin area. Once I was free to look, I could see that his most distinctive feature were his balls. They were already starting to drop and they gently swung as he walked toward me. His testicles were the size of acorns and very distinctive in his small boy sack. His cock was chubby, the beginning of an erection, and stood away from his seed makers. When erect, I guessed he would be four inches long. His penis seemed to curve to the left and he was cut. There was no trace of public hair, although based on his just about to descend testicles; puberty was just around the corner. When he had his back to me I could see his butt was solid and lighter than the rest of his skin. His ass cheeks were smooth without a blemish of any kind. I wanted to reach out and grab them. As he walked toward the pool, he looked at me as I stared at him and he asked, "What?" "Nothing! I'm sorry I was staring. You just look very handsome and I am glad you're ready to go into the pool with me. You may not know it, bud, but your hot looking." I didn't know an African-American boy could blush. We spent the next hour playing in the pool. He drove; jumped on my back; swam through my legs, complete with a gentle accidental gropes on both our parts. We had a great time. By the time we were ready to get out of the water, his embarrassment was over and his dick was flaccid again. He grabbed his towel and together we went into the family room to watch TV before his bed time. He sat on his towel and it didn't seem to bother him at all that we were both naked. We watched TV, next to each other on the couch. Twice his dick started to go hard while watching a show but he didn't pay any attention to it. On the other hand, as I watched him bone, my dick went hard. I could see him eyeing at my six inches but like me, he didn't say anything either. Neither one of us made an issue of it. By bedtime both of us were relaxed with the other and all inhibitions were gone. That night we had a thunder storm that shook the neighborhood. Loud thunder seemed to come from right above our yard. Lightening lite up the sky like a spotlight. Rain pounded on the metal roof in a melody of noise. It woke me and the next thing I was aware of, was Curt standing near my bed asking if he could sleep with me that night. He was wearing a white pair of boxer briefs that seemed to glow in the dark bedroom and no t-shirt, his usual bedtime dress. Another massive clap of thunder occurred and you could see him jump. "Sure! Come on in." I said as I lifted up a corner of the blanket to let him climb into bed with me. "You do know I'm naked? I can get up and put something in if you want." "No! You're alright. I'm just a little worried about all the rain and noise." We slid close to each other and spooned. It seemed the natural thing to do. My left arm was draped over his hips and his butt was tight again my groin. Another clap of thunder, louder this time, and a blast of lightening made him tremble and slide closer to me. We lay there, spooned, listening to the rain as it continued to unrelentingly pour down. He continued to shiver in bed. I asked if he was cold and he said, "A little bit." To settle him down, I started to gently rub his belly with the tips of my fingers. His shivering stopped so I continued to gently slide my fingers around his belly button and then I moved my fingers to his side. My fingers caressed his flank and slid up to his arm pit and then moved to his chest. I made little circles with my fingers on his ribcage and when I found his tits, I gave them each a tweak. Then my fingers gently headed down his body, skimmed his ribcage and tummy until I found his underwear's elastic band and then I followed the band from one side of his body to the other. He was boning up. I could tell, and that started me to bone up. I moved my body back from his ass. I didn't want to him to realize I was getting hard but he moved his hips further into me and wiggled. He was enjoying what we were doing and he knew the effect he was having on me. My hard dick settled between his butt cheeks. "You ok with this?" I asked. "Yeah! It feels really good. Keep going." He said. So I kept going. My fingers found his underwear band again and I caressed his body just above the band, gliding my fingers on the edge but not touching his dick although you could tell that by now he was as hard as a nail. He held his breath every time I came close to his willy. Up and down his torso my fingers wandered. He said, "Wait", and turned onto this back. Once on his back he spread his legs and pulled down his underwear to expose his pubic regions but not his balls and dick. "OK." He said. It was obvious that he was enjoying what I was doing and wonted me to have great access to his body. My fingers picked up where they left off, only now I had more body to touch. I reached down to stroke the inside of his leg and he moved up the bed to make my target more accessible. I slid my fingers down the inside of his limb and stroked his leg on the right side and came up the left side of his leg until I reached his underwear and then stopped. He let out a quiet disappointing groan. I did the same with his other leg. Siding down the outside of his leg and coming up the inside of his thigh. Stopping at his underwear, I skipped over his covered parts and continued to slide my fingers up his body to his tits. I gave each of them a pinch and then headed south until I touched his underwear band again. I skipped over his underwear and again stroked his leg, first the right one and then the left. He was purring. His shivering stopped. Instead his breath got heavier. By now we had been playing for about an hour and the time was late. "We have to stop and get to sleep. You have school tomorrow." I said. "Really? You're going to stop? For real!" he moaned. "Shit! I was hoping you'd do more." "No! That's enough for tonight. If you want to do more, next time you come to my bed, leave your underwear off. That way I know you want to play some more." "Can I take them off now so we can play?" "No! You need some time to make sure this is what you want to do. Next time. Now, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." "OK," he said but I could tell he was disappointed. I turned onto my back and although I wanted to jack off in the worse way, I didn't think it appropriate to do it with a little guy a foot way. Curt did not have any of those inhibitions. As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a rustling in the bed. I opened my eyes. I watched as he pushed down the bed sheets and then he push down his briefs. He hooked them under his balls. He grabbed his hard cock with his two fingers and thumbs and started to jack off. He didn't waste any time. He went at it like a mad man. No preamble. He just went to work as he pleasured himself. He used his three digits and varied his speed as he pumped on his tool. For an eleven year old, his cock was impressive. It had to be almost four inches long and the thickness of his thumb. I watched as he worked his tool. On occasion he'd look at me to make sure I was still sleeping or, maybe, to make sure I was watching him masturbate. It didn't take long before his breathing became ragged and his body stiff. With a groan and gasp, he shot a dry load. He was still too young to produce cum but all his parts were working and shooting a load of boy batter would be just a matter of time. Afterward, he just lay there with his deflating dick in his hand, breathing hard. He looked at me again and pulled up his underwear and blanket. "Good night, Bob." He said. "Night, Curt." I responded shocked at the fact he knew about masturbating and was already doing it at eleven. I wondered what else he knew about sex. We both fell asleep listening to the rain on the roof. The next morning was a school day, so it was a quick breakfast and then off to the school bus for him. As he was eating breakfast, I told him we would be talking about last night antics at dinner. "Does that mean we can't do it again?" he asked. "No! I just want to make sure you're ok with it." "I was more than `ok' with it. I loved it. I hope we can do it again." He said with a bright white smile on his chocolate face. "Well, that's up to you. Think about it lets talk about it tonight at dinner."