From: Sugar Dad in San Diego <sgrdad4u@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: My Boys
Date: Sun, 10 Nov 1996 18:45:14 -0800
Organization: Teen Lovers International

First, thanks to those who have sent encouraging messages.  I will
continue the series.  

As to this series, at present (as I have mapped it out) it will consist
of 25 Chapters in all.  Although I have been writing stories for years
(for my personal amusement as well as that of close friends) this has
been my first venture into the public domain.  I will be attempting, as
time permits, to post one or two chapters per week with the exception of
holiday weeks when I will likely be away visiting family.  If possible,
I will post more in preceding or following weeks.

For those who like background, I should tell you that these chapters all
represent true and actual events from my life.  Chapters one and two
occurred in the year 1976 (yes I know that makes me extremely OLD in the
eye of some of you readers) but for your own sake in reading the story
keep in mind that I was YOUNG then.

Because these stories are based on my own life and real experiences, it
would be difficult, at best, to try and alter them to fit a readers
particular tastes, as one person suggested in writing to me.  I feel
compelled to remain true to the facts if only to assure that the story
maintains its feeling of reality.  However, I will try to provide a
little of what is requested where possible if it does not materially
alter the facts or events as they occurred.

Your comments would be appreciated so that I know from time to time if
what I am writing is still 'hitting the mark', so to speak.  It would be
especially helpful if those who send comments - be they praise or flames
- would indicate their age so I know if the stories are appealing only
to a certain age group.  I would hope they appeal to all age groups (so
long as they are of legal age, of course) especially the 18-25 age group
(because they are soooo cute!).

And, lastly, as a little side note to any bigots, neo-nazis or self
styled net-cops (like JEPPER), be aware that I am an attorney and a
corporate VP in San Diego and I both know the law and how to use it so
your threats or attempts at intimidation will be totally uneventful (for
me, at least - who's to say how it could impact YOU).

That said, let's get on with the saga of.....My Boys.


Chapter 1

I had returned home from California, having resigned my job there,
tired and feeling alone after yet another disappointing relationship. 
Although only 27, I was feeling exhausted and wanting to be near family
for awhile.
	Dad owned a small neighborhood jewelry in an equally small shopping
center not far from the house and to fill the hours I would go and spend
a part of each day with him at his store.  We had always been close and
I enjoyed spending the time with him after living away from home for a
number of years.
	It was within a couple of weeks of my beginning to visit the store that
I noted the vacant retail space immediately next door was undergoing
some renovations.  Walking past the empty space one afternoon to go to
the market across the parking lot for a soft drink, I glanced in and saw
two young men painting the interior and building a type of counter.
	Even with just a quick glance I saw that both boys were attractive. 
One boy looked older than the other and sported a slight attempt at a
moustache, although obviously without a lot of success.  The other,
clearly the cutest of the two, stood about five feet nine inches in
height, had light brown hair in a kind of shag cut.  He was shirtless
and his skin was darkly tanned.  He wore faded levis that rode low on
his very slim hips sufficiently that I expected to see pubic hair poking
out over the top.  He was slim, with an absolutely adorable face and
high cheekbones.  And, clearly, he was still in his teens. 
	Over the course of the next several days, I kept finding excuses to
walk past the storefront where the two boys were working, always looking
for an opportunity to meet them.  The opportunity finally came without
any effort on my part when, in an attempt to upgrade the appearance of
my dad's store I began putting up new signage on the exterior display
windows, this boy - working alone today - walked up to ask if I had a
screw driver he might borrow.  I was delighted to lend him any tools he
might need in return for the chance to get to know him.
	His name was Robbie and he was seventeen.  He was preparing the space
next door to be a small family pizzeria that would be primarily
carry-out and delivery.  I wound up helping him with a couple of his
chores and having the opportunity to talk with him at some length.
	Robbie was very friendly and outgoing and didn't seem to have any
qualms about telling me - a virtual stranger - anything that came to
mind.  His heritage was French, Italian and Cherokee justifying the
olive textured smooth skin, the dark hair and magnificent cheekbones. 
The family was fairly poor and this was almost a last effort to provide
employment for the family and some reliability of income.
	As we worked at light chores, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Robbie,
especially when he would lean over and the low riding levis would reveal
an inch or two of the smooth, deep crevice between the two halves of his
bottocks.  I could feel myself expanding and forced myself to think of
other things in order to regain control.  But I knew that I would be
spending my free time plotting and scheming to get Robbie out of his
clothes, if only for a few moments so that I could see every inch of his
delectable body.
	A week later, while standing out in front of the space now beginning to
look more like a pizza den, talking with Robbie, another boy walked up
and just stood there.  Robbie didn't say anything so I assumed he knew
this other boy.  I wasn't about to say anything becuase this new
addition to our conversation was so unbelievably cute that I had become
instantly hard the moment I saw him.
	As it turned out, the boy was Jonny, Robbie's younger brother.  He
looked fourteen, claimed to be fifteen, but was in actuality sixteen.  I
also learned that there was another brother, now almost nineteen, who
was remarkably gorgeous as well, and - if just to prove that there is
some good in the world - this oldest brother was gay and had the very
slightest traces of effeminacy about him.
	Within three weeks, Jonny and Robbie and I were close friends as though
we had known each other for years.  The older brother, Terry, appeared
very seldom - he worked in a bank - and was quite shy and withdrawn
around people other than his family.  Jonny was the first to drop the
bombshell, obviously being as open about things as Robbie had proven to
be weeks earlier.
	"I'm sure glad the folks are going away this weekend.  Terry and Robbie
and I will have the place to ourselves for the first time in more than
two months."
	I learned that the boys' mother was a bit of a recluse, never leaving
the house so that there was always a parent around.  The boys craved the
rare occasions when both parents were gone so they could kick back and
do as they pleased.  I considered that normal, until I learned what the
real motivation was.
	"As long as the folks are around, we have to toe the mark.  But when
they're gone, Terry usually comes into my bedroom at night and gives me
blow jobs."
	I'm sure that in spite of my efforts, my jaw must have hit the floor
and my eyes become as large as dinner plates.  I forced myself to
swallow the exclamation that almost escaped my lips.  I was certain that
Jonny was straight because I had seen him hanging around with girls and
he talked about his girlfriend frequently and at some length.  Finally,
I couldn't resist.  I had to ask.
	"But, I thought you had a girlfriend.  You like guys?"
	Jonny replied quickly but not with any tone of defensiveness or offense
in his voice.  "Hell, no.  Terry started sucking Robbie and I off when
we were about thirteen.  Y'know.  Just because it felt good.  And he
wanted to do it so why not?  Well, it still feels good and its the only
sex I've ever had because Vickie" - that was his girlfriends name -
"isn't about to have sex until after she's married.  She won't even
touch it through my blue jeans!"
	With that statement, Jonny groped at the front of his pants and I could
see that he appeared somewhat aroused.  I had to breathe deeply and lean
against the wall to steady myself.
	"I guess its okay since its family."  I knew I was fishing but I
couldn't help myself.
	"I wouldn't care if Terry was my brother or not.  He gives great head
and I'd let him - no, I'd beg him - for a blow job every night if I
thought we could get away with it.  But the folks get suspicious because
they walked in on Terry and Robbie once when Robbie was about thirteen
and they were wrestling but when they stood up both of them were
unsnapped and unzipped.  Mom kinda freaked until Robbie explained that
it just happed while they wrestled around on the floor.  She accepted
that but I don't know if she ever really believed it one hundred
percent."
	"So your parents don't know that Terry is gay?"
	"I'm sure they do.  They've gotta.  He's never had a girlfriend and
he's always going out with guys on Friday and Saturday nights and
sometimes spends the night at the friends house.  I think dad's okay
with it but mom just doesn't think about it."
	The conversation went on like this for another twenty or thirty minutes
with Jonny becoming so bold as to describe some of the sessions he had
enjoyed with his brother and the time he had walked in on Terry and
Robbie - when Robbie was fourteen - and it was Robbie doing the sucking.
	"So, you're saying Robbie is gay, too?"
	"No, he was just experimenting.  Terry talked him into it, using
guilt.  You know.  How he'd been giving Robbie blow jobs for a whole
year and never gotten anything in return."
	"He ever try that with you."
	"Yeah, but not successfully.  I might do it for the right reason or
something just to see what it's like but not because of some fake guilt
trip."
	"That the only time Robbie ever did that?"
	"No, but promise you'll never tell him I told you this."  I nodded and
held up my right hand as if to swear myself to silence.  "About a week
after I caught him and Terry, I kinda blackmailed Robbie into sucking me
as a way of buying my silence.  I felt bad about it afterwards so I
never did it again."
	"You shoulda blown Robbie to make ammends" I said grinning.  My heart
was beating so rapidly by now that I was lightheaded so my grin was
likely more of a half-sick smirk.
	"Nah.  Not for guilt.  Like I said, maybe for the right motivation, but
I don't even know what that would be or what it would have to be.  Most
likely I'll never suck a dick my whole life."
	"You seem a lot more accepting and open minded than anyone else I've
ever met."
	"I grew up with it.  My brother is gay.  I have an Uncle that's gay. 
So its like I've never had a reason to hate gays or buy all that shit
that people are always saying about gay people.  It's just no big deal."
	We talked awhile longer and then I had to go in to help my dad with
several customers that had walked into his store all of a sudden.  But
my mind was back on my conversation with Jonny and trying to make a new
set of plans for sometime in the near future.
	A couple of days later, on my way to dad's store, I noticed a sign
offering a small bachelor's apartment for rent right next door to the
shopping center.  I had been thinking about getting a place rather than
continuing to live with the folks as I had been doing for almost three
months now since returning home.  So I stopped in and checked the place
out and wound up taking the place.
	That afternoon, while talking with Jonny I mentioned having gotten the
place and joked that I would have to invite he and Robbie over for a
housewarming party sometime.
	"How's tonight?"  Jonny wasn't shy about inviting himself.
	"Uh, well I'm not even moved in yet."
	"Okay, how about Friday night.  That will give you three days to get in
and settled.  And it's perfect because otherwise I'll be home alone
except for the folks.  Terry will be out with his boyfriends and Robbie
and a friend of his are going camping.
	Robbie had been scarce lately, much to my disappointment, because of
spending more time with his friend that I had seen in his company the
very first time I spotted him.  But I was certainly cheered at the
prospect of having Jonny come over to my place.
	Most of my friends never quite understood my attraction to Jonny.  Sure
he was thin - actually he was skinny so that his ribs stood out in stark
relief against the concave of his belly and abdomen.  He was lean and
very tight with a rich golden tan over every inch of his body - that is
the parts I could see.  His complexion was so smooth and silky looking
that sometimes I ached to stroke his face with my fingers.  His hair was
a dark brown and his eyes dark and mysterious and always with a little
twinkle.  He was so cute that it made my stomach hurt and when he would
take off his shirt, I would catch glimpses of a few fine strands of hair
beneath his arms and stare at his tiny button nipples and hairless
torso. There wasn't so much as a single hair beneath his belly button
and, with his pants riding low - it was apparently a family trait - he
was either long waisted or had very little pubic hair since I had never
seen any surprises peeking out over his beltline.
	The rest of the week seemed to go on interminably as I waited for
Friday.  Finally the day arrived but there was no sign of Jonny.  Robbie
was around and we spent some time talking and he told me of his
impending camping trip later that afternoon.  But, still no Jonny.  As
it neared four p.m. I began to get quite anxious.  After the
anticipation all week, I couldn't believe that it was going to fall
apart.
	At four fifty, Jonny appeared at the pizza den.  I tried to remain
casual and walked next door to chat and just happened to mention the
plans as if in passing.
	"Looking forward to it but I can't be there until about ten p.m. after
I close up this place."  I was disappointed at having to wait another
five hours but delighted that the plans didn't have to be cancelled
outright.  "By the by.  Are you going to have any brews?"
	I hadn't thought about alcohol since I was a non-drinker but suddenly
the intelligence of it was staggering.  What with its effect on
inhibitions, it might be smart to have some drinks on hand.  Actually,
it was my own inhibitions I was worried about more than Jonny's.  He was
very open and up front with things.  With me, that was a different
story.
	By nine p.m. I had layed in a supply of Kahlua, Cherry Vodka, a bottle
of wine and a six pack of beer just so I had all bases covered.  Jonny
arrived early, at nine thirty and seemed somewhat tired and subdued.
	"What would you like to drink?"  I showed him my selection and he chose
to have a Kahlua and Cream.  Except that it was really milk instead of
cream.  He sipped at it slowly, savoring it, while I enjoyed a Seven
Up.  Within ten minutes, he was ready for another.  And then another.
	Appearing quite relaxed now, I asked him if he wanted to take a dip in
the pool since, being summer, it was still over ninety degrees out even
at a little past eleven p.m.  At first, he declined.  But then, not ten
minutes later, it was as if he suddenly changed his mind.  He almost
jumped to his feet and announced that he would like to take a dip
afterall and asked if I had any swimwear that would fit him.  Withoug
even waiting for an answer, he pushed levis and briefs down over his
hips and dropped back into his chair to pull them off over his feet.
	I was frozen in place.  I was staring right at his crotch more
obviously than I had ever stared at anything in my life.  His hairless
balls were low hanging enough that they puddled on the chair cushion
between his perfectly hairless thighs.  He had a small black crescent of
pubic hair at the root of his penis.  His dick was slender and pale,
about four inches long in repose, and neatly circumcised.  In short, his
sex was every bit as cute and heart wrending as the rest of his adorable
body.
	I shook my self from my reverie and rushed to retrieve a pair of white
gym shorts that I thought would fit him, even with his painfully small
waist.  As I held the short out to him, he stood and took them from me
and I was able to get another long look at his genitalia as he struggled
to pull on the shorts without falling over.  Finally, I put both hands
on his waist from behind to steady him and that helped him to finish
getting the shorts on.  It also helped me by allowing me to see his
small, slim-hipped and perfectly rounded and firm butt cheeks up close. 
I was afraid to change now because I was so rock hard that undressing at
that moment would have been a clear giveaway of my thoughts.
	I retreated to the bathroom to change and struggled to conceal my
erection in my own shorts.  Being substantially larger than Jonny, it
was not an easy chore.
	We went out to the pool and entered the water slowly at first, not
knowing what the temperature of the water would be.  We were soon
splashing and having a good time until security came by to tell us the
pool closed on Friday nights at midnight.  We got out.  Jonny wanted to
sit near the pool and have another drink so I went back to the apartment
and got a couple of drinks.  Cherry Vodka with Seven Up for him,
straight Seven Up for me.  Jonny actually had two of those drinks before
finally, at one a.m. he announced he was tired and we went back to the
apartment.
	In his state, I felt strongly that he couldn't drive home and told him
so.  He agreed without any argument and sat down in the chair, still
wearing the gym shorts, now only slightly damp.  The mixture and volume
of drinks had their effect and he burped slightly, drooling a little
spittle on his chest.  I cleaned him up with a paper towel and suggested
he might want to take a hot shower while I made up the bed.
	There was only one double bed, actually it was the sofa with a back
that laid down to turn into a bed.  I put sheets on it and got the
pillows out of the closet.  I noticed Jonny just standing in the
bathroom with the water running so I went in to check on him.  He seemed
to be in a bit of a stupor so without saying anything I slid the gym
shorts down, bending over in the process and bringing his two perfect
butt cheeks within kissing distance.  But I resisted.  Helping Jonny
into the shower, I stood watching for a moment and then left the room. 
It seemed like forever before I heard the water go off and Jonny pushing
the shower curtain back.  I stood in position to look into the bathroom
and saw him standing in the middle of the room drying himself off.  He
was a beautiful sight to behold and I had certainly seen my fantasy
fulfilled that night.
	When Jonny came out of the bathroom, he seated himself back in the
chair and lay the towel in his lap, concealing the object of my desire. 
And then abruptly went to sleep.  I watched for a few moments then went
over to shake him to wake him long enough for him to get into bed.  He
didn't even stir.
	Considering the options, I reached down and removed the towel from his
lap and had to pause to just stare momentarily.  Then, leaning down, I
scooped him up into my arms - all one hundred ten pounds of him - and
lost my grip a little and so sat down rather quickly with Jonny now
sitting in my lap.  Perhaps the comfort of the position made an
impression on his sleeping mind because Jonny rested his head aginst my
chest and shoulder in the crook of my neck and seemed to snuggle down
against me.
	I sat still just enjoying holding this boy who had been the object of
my fantasies and every waking thought for months and enjoyed the feel of
his soft, warm skin against mine.  Unfortunately, wearing only my briefs
now in preparation for bed, my burgeoning erection was pressing up
against Jonny's buttocks and I prayed he wouldn't choose this moment to
awaken.
	Jonny's breathing continued soft and slow, rhythmic and quiet and I
continued to revel in the joy of just holding him and, as best I could,
visually caressed his body and memorized every curve, every muscle of
his body and paid special attention to the center of his sexual nature.
	Finally, I resolved to get us both into bed and struggled to my feet,
still holding Jonny in my arms.  I hovered over the bed momentarily,
preparing to set him down gently.  Suddenly, I couldn't resist.  I bent
my head down almost painfully and very gently kissed Jonny on the lips. 
I was astounded at the softness and warmth of his lips.  It felt so good
I did it again.  And then again.  Finally, I kissed one last time
allowing myself to press slightly harder and lingering for several
seconds.  Then I lay Jonny down on the bed.
	Allowed now to stretch out, Jonny rolled to the side and then onto his
back and one arm and both legs flailed out allowing me to once more gaze
upon his beautiful naked form.  I did notice that it seemed his dick had
filled out just a little but I didn't give it any more thought and just
climbed into the bed beside him and pulled the sheet up over our bodies.
	Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke with the feeling of someone
next to me.  In his sleep, Jonny had rolled over so that one shoulder
was atop my adjoining shoulder and his leg and hip pressed against
mine.  I moved my arm and hand and allowed my fingers to carress the
skin that stretched tight over his hip.  I could feel the protuberance
of his hip bone and followed a seeming path until, not having actually
intended it, my fingers were lightly entangled in his pubic hair.
	I marveled at the softness of the small patch of hair.  It was not
crisp and crinkling like my own.  Rather, it was soft and wavy and
silky.  I explored through it for several minutes and then let my
fingers move up his stomach to explore the recess of his belly button,
up over his ribcage, to brush over his small nipples and finally explore
the few strands of hair under his arms.
	Becoming more bold, and driven by an all consuming lust, I worked my
hand back down his body until my fingers came in contact with the soft
skin of his flaccid penis.  I traced its length and felt the ridge of
the silken head.  Jonny's penis began to fill and within moments it was
rigid and laying stright up along his abdomen, pointing toward his chin.
	Driven by animal instinct more than anything else, I allowed my thumb
and forefinger to gently feel up the sides of Jonny's erection.  It was
like soft human skin had been overlay on a steel pipe.  His erect dick
was perfectly rounded and cylindrical, straight without any curves, no
veins or blemishes to detract from its perfection.  I lifted the sheet
and softly lay it back off our bodies so that I could observe Jonny's
nude form and see this seemingly perfect teenaged erection.  The head
was glistening because of the silkiness of the skin stretched so taut
across the tip of this magnificent organ.  And it was easily six inches
in length while still slender.
	Looking at his uncovered body, I finally gave in to my impulses and
took his erection in my fingers and began to slowly and gently stroke. 
It seemed to get even harder and hotter and a low moan escaped from
Jonny's lips.  When he didn't otherwise stir, I continued, wrapping my
entire hand around his beautiful rod and slowly stroking until I felt a
responsive jerk.
	In my mind I rationalized that if I jerked him off, I would have to
clean him up or he would have a good idea what I had done in the
morning.  However, if I were to suck his dick, there wouldn't be a mess
to clean up.  That resolved, I moved my face toward Jonny's crotch and,
tongue leading the way, I encased his velvet sheathed rod in my mouth
and began swirling my tongue over and around the head.
	Again, a low moan came from Jonny but I was beyond the point of caring
about getting caught.  My cheeks hollowed as I applied sucking pressure
while slowing pulling back, and then hungrily engulfing his dick all the
way to his pubic hair again.  I kept this up for long minutes and
finally allowed his dick to rest against his abdomen as I gave loving
attention to the two respectably sized, hairless orbs hanging between
his thighs.  And then it was back to that beautiful pipe, perfect in
size, perfect in shape, perfect in texture and with a taste than made my
mouth water.
	I began sucking in earnest now, my face descending and rising, down,
up, slurping sounds in the quiet of the night seeming almost explosive
in volume.  Suddenly, Jonny's entire body went rigid, his dick swelled
in my mouth and the first volley, hot and sweet, fired from the arrow
tipped head of his penis.  I swallowed quickly and kept swallowing as
each shot struck the back of my throat for what seemed an endless time.
	As the eruptions subsided, I carefully moved my tongue over Jonny's
deflating member and cleansed it of any residue of his seed and allowed
it to retreat from my mouth and lay, in its declining glory, across his
right thigh.
	I lay back down on the bed beside him and Jonny, still sleeping, turned
on his side and snuggled up against me without it really being a
cuddling effect.  I listened to his gentle, rhythmic breathing and soon
the lights in my mind dimmed and I had drifted off to a place of peace
and warmth that only I knew of.
	It was four fifteen in the morning.  I knew because the large red
lettered LED digital clock beside the bed said so.  Something had
awakened me and as the cobwebs cleared from my mind I realized that
Jonny was in the process of stroking my growing member.  I tried to look
through half closed eyes and I could see him half sitting up in bed as
he looked at and stroked my dick.
	I heard a half-muttered 'jeez' come from Jonny as my dick reached its
full size and capacity and then, with what was until that moment the
biggest shock of my life, Jonny bent over and took my blood engorged
dick in his mouth and began to suck.  I steeled myself against a couple
of times when his teeth scraped across the hyper-sensitive glans and
just lay there enjoying this experience.  The combination of the
wondrous feeling combined with knowing that it was Jonny who was
administering the experience - and that it was his first time - served
to bring me to the brink too quickly and then it was over.
	I heard Johnny gag a couple of times briefly and I loved him all the
more for not only allowing me to be the recipient of his first attempt
at giving a blow job (and likely his only attempt), but bravely taking
my emission and swallowing it as I had done.  It was far more than I had
ever dared dream or hope for.
	Wiping his lips across the back of his hand, Jonny leaned over and
kissed me on the lips and then lay his head on my shoulder and one arm
across my chest and went back to sleep.  I didn't believe I would ever
get back to sleep given the raging excitement and love coursing through
my every vein, but I soon drifted off into that place somwhere halfway
between life and death, where the mind goes to resolve its problems and
contemplate the joys of life.


Chapter 2

The brightness of the sun streaming in despite the closed drapes
finally awakened me.  I realized that Jonny was no longer in the bed and
rubbed my eyes, squinting in the brightness to look around for him.  My
first conscious thought was to notice that his clothes were no longer on
the floor where they had been.  Then I noticed the sheet of paper on
the  table that served as both headboard and end table depending on what
use was being made of the sofa.
	I grabbed the paper.  All it said was, "Had to get home."  Nothing more
in the way of an explanation.  No signature, as if that were necessary.
	Given that Jonny lived more than a mile away I couldn't understand why
he wouldn't have awakened me to drive him home.  But, then I realized
what was really going on.  This had been his very first time with
reciprocal gay sex.  He was suffering from the effects of after sex
guilt at what he had done.  I knew from reading that it was common, in
fact I could remember having gone through it myself my first time.
	Naturally I felt bad that Jonny was suffering.  I decided the best, in
fact only, course of action for the time being was to give him some
space, as painful as that might be for me, and let him work through his
feelings.  Society's guilt training could be a formidable enemy.
	The following Monday morning as I headed toward dad's store, I promised
myself that I would allow Jonny to make the first move to speak and so I
didn't go over to the pizza den for a visit as had become my custom.  It
wouldn't have mattered.  He wasn't there.
	Robbie came sauntering over to me as I stood in front of the store
catching some fresh air.  He wanted to tell me all about his camping
trip over the weekend and I tried vainly to listen to the details.  I
did perk up a bit when he mentioned having camped in a secluded place
near the river, quite a ways downstream where few people ever went, and
skinny dipping for most of the day on Saturday.  I thought that I would
have enjoyed seeing that.
	As if reading my mind, and after glancing around quickly, Robbie
unsnapped the waist button on his shorts and pulled one side a little
below the waist to show me his all over tan.  I suppose he thought I
wouldn't believe him about the skinny dipping.  I was actually more
surprised that he was telling the truth about skinny dipping than I was
at his brazen display right on the sidewalk in front of dad's store. 
But that could be mostly because I was so involved in looking that I was
no longer aware of where we were or who might be looking.  Fortunately,
no one was.
	Robbie explained that Jonny had decided to work for his Uncle for
awhile at a franchise pizza store across town in order to make some
money.  I wondered if money was the real reason or if he was just trying
to get away from me.  I guess I was having a little guilt trip of my
own.  But, at least Robbie would be around every day to soften the
disappointment.
	Late in the day, Robbie came over to dad's store to ask if I could help
him for a few minutes.  I was happy to lend a hand and followed him back
to the pizza den.
	"I'm trying to put up this menu sign on the wall here but it's too damn
awkward trying to hold it in place and attach it all by myself."
	I held up the sign against the wall and Robbie dragged a chair over and
stood up on it.  He worked quickly at attaching the sign and I managed
to hold the sign steady in spite of the trembling running through my
arms and hands.  Robbie was so close I could smell that wonderful odor
of boy sweat, sweet and pungent without being offensive.  And, with
standing on the chair, I could look down just ever so slightly and gaze
directly at his crotch.
	Robbie was very thin and lean of build but it was obvious that his
shorts were from a younger age as they fitted almost like a second
skin.  The bulge behind the zipper was clearly evident to my gaze.  The
wheat colored corduroy that had once been long pants had had the legs
hacked off high up and I knew that it wouldn't take much effort to
insert my fingers and make contact with seventeen year old dick. 
Fortunately for my sanity, Robbie was speaking to me and drew me back to
reality, sending my daydreams into the background to be relived when I
went to bed later with a favorite gay novel.
	"Hello?  You alive?"
	I was a little embarrassed and wondered if Robbie had noticed how
directly I was staring at his crotch.  "Sorry, I was just thinking about
something."
	"I guess so.  You were gone, man."
	Robbie climbed down and stepped back to look at his handiwork.  It
tilted ever so slightly to one side but not badly and, not being a
perfectionist to any degree, Robbie pronounced it 'great'.
	"I know you can't help me with some of the other stuff dressed in your
good clothes and all, but d'ya think that maybe this evening you could
come back in some scruffies and help me paint?  My dad has decided that
since Jonny went to work for Uncle Tony that I'm in charge of this place
so I've got to get it shaped up."
	I agreed to help.  I expected it to be somewhat torturous being in
Robbie's presence all evening but it was a damn sight better than
sitting around alone in my small apartment.  We agreed to meet at the
pizza den at around 8pm after he closed it for the day.
	By seven thirty I was dressed in grubby clothes and sitting in the
living room waiting anxiously for eight o'clock.  I watched the second
hand on the clock tick slowly around in never ending circles while the
minute hand didn't seem to move at all.  But finally, after about two
decades, it was a minute or two after eight pm and I decided I was
sufficiently late to be able to arrive without appearing anxious.
	Robbie was already at work with a roller and pan and had applied about
five stripes to one wall when I walked in.  The first thing I noted was
that he had changed into some dirty, paint spattered blue jeans which
were considerably more loose fitting than the shorts of earlier in the
day, and pants legs intact and actually long enough to be gathering
under the heels of his bare feet.  More importantly, he was shirtless
and displaying the dark, golden tan from his weekend of skinny dipping.
	Walking up behind him as he stooped down to roll paint on a lower
section of the wall, it was obvious that he was not wearing any
underwear as I could look about three inches down the back of the jeans
and see tanned buns and crevice the entire way.  He turned and looked up
at me as I stood there and I quickly averted my eyes.
	"Well, c'mon.  There's another roller and pan behind the counter."  He
smiled big to let me know he was just pretending to be bossy.
	We worked quickly and, I thought, efficiently for almost one and three
quarters of an hour and finally the task was complete.  I sat down at a
table and Robbie brought a Coke from the reach in cooler and placed it
in front of me.  In his other hand was a beer, actually his fourth or
fifth in the past hour and a half or so.  But who was counting.
	Despite the smell of paint, I could still catch an occasional whiff of
pizza still lingering from the day's work.  It made my stomach growl
thinking about a pepperoni and sausage pizza with onions.
	"Damn I'm hungry."  I looked up at Robbie standing beside the table
guzzling his can of beer and with a slightly glazed expression on his
face.  He put the beer down on the table and gestured, palms up, with
his hands in an expression of apology.
	"Sorry, but it takes over an hour to fire up the ovens to make pizza
and that's about all there is to make here."  
	"Maybe we've got something next door in the refrigerator.  Sometimes
dad brings extra sandwiches from home and doesn't eat them all."
	I dug in my pocket for my keys and headed out the door and over to
dad's store.  Robbie trailed behind me, a little unsteady on his feet I
thought.  I had become aware that Robbie drank a little excessively and
had already had several accidents and brushes with police because of his
drinking but it wasn't my place to comment.  Alcohol wasn't my thing but
it also wasn't my right to say what was right or wrong.
	Inside the store, I rummaged around finding nothing to eat but a few
saltine crackers which I shared with Robbie.  It wasn't enough to even
take the edge of the hunger and I almost unconsciously joked with Robbie
in an attempt to assess his mood.
	"No food.  I'm so hungry I could eat tube steak!"
	Robbie didn't react to my revelation other than a faint smirk and flash
of one eyebrow.  He was more engrossed in looking around the store,
never having been behind the public areas before and finding the various
tools interesting.
	One item caught Robbie's attention.  A powerful microscope used by dad
when working on watches and having to repair tiny parts.  "Is that a
pretty powerful scope?"
	"Yep.  You could probably see the tadpoles swimming around in your
sperm."
	Robbie's eyes widened perceptibly.  "Really?  No joke?"
	Of course, I had no idea if it was that powerful and had made the
statement almost without thinking just to try and move conversation
toward a sexual topic.  I was proof of the old saying 'Hope springs
eternal'.  "Think so."
	"Could we put some of my stuff on a slide and take a look at it?" 
Robbie seemed genuinely interested in doing this.
	"Sure.  Yea, I guess, if you want to."
	"Great.  What do I do."
	"Well, I think that first, you pull down your pants, and then you get a
hardon..."  I already had one that was threatening to bust out of my own
pants.  "...and then you stroke your little dick until white stuff comes
out which you take and put on the slide."
	Robbie grimaced at me as if I was being totally absurd, but I couldn't
help noticing that he was becoming aroused as evidenced by the tenting
of his jean running down his left pants leg.
	"Of course, if you're too shy to do it here you can go around that
corner by the shelving."  I knew that I could still find a position that
would allow me to watch undetected.  "Or if you're not so modest, you
can do it right here.  Or..."
	"Or what?"  I think Robbie was catching on.
	"Or I can do it for you."
	"You'll jerk me off?"
	"Yea.  Unless you'd rather have me suck you off."
	"Let's do that one."  Not a moments hesitation.  Instant decision and
instant action.  By the time I realized what had just happened, Robbie
was already pushing his jeans down over his knees and raising one foot
at a time to take them completely off.  Completely unselfconscious, he
stood there totally nude.
	I had to swallow.  This was my first time to see Robbie in the
altogether.  He was about three quarters hard, a nice, fairly thick
shaft pointing straight out at me and close to seven inches in length. 
His pubic hair was sparse above the root of his cock and medium brown in
color.  Whereas Jonny seemed to have more of the Italian in him, Robbie
appeared to have French as his dominant heritage.
	The biggest surprise in seeing Robbie naked was his balls.  These were
major nuts.  They appeared to be two Robin's eggs in a soft leathery
pouch hanging well below where I knew mine would be, loose, rolling and
totally devoid of any hair.  I was amazed that a seventeen year old did
not have hair on his balls.  But I didn't dwell on it, I had 'bigger'
things to concentrate on.
	The last thing I noticed, probably because with his erect state there
wasn't enough left, was that he was uncircumcised and his foreskin made
a slight bunching under the head of his dick as he unconsciously stroked
himself in front of me.
	"What are you waiting for?  I'll give you the steak, but you gotta work
for the gravy."
	I looked at him and smiled and moved toward him, sinking to me knees. 
My first thought was to tease him a little by tonguing him, mouthing
those major nuts awhile before really getting down to business. But it
was my own anxiousness that won out.  I positioned myself directly in
front of his crotch, grabbed his two small buttocks with both hands and
impaled my face on his large cock.
	Robbie threw his head back and moaned loudly.  The way he acted you
would have thought he'd never had a blow job before.  But I would later
find out that he was just extremely horny tonight because he had been
with his girlfriend earlier in the evening and gotten really worked up. 
I was glad he was enjoying it because, counting he and Jonny, this was
only the fourth time I'd sucked dick in my life, which probably
accounted for my lack of common sense in the way I approached guys. 
Once you've had it, you're addicted and all common sense goes out the
window.
	At one point, Robbies knees buckled and he collapsed onto the floor and
spread his legs wide.  I followed him down, never letting his dick
escape from my mouth.
	His hips were trusting up and down, and undulating from side to side as
he fought with his rising feelings.  My hands were exploring and found
the moist and surprisingly hairless crevice that led to his small rose
button.  Without even thinking, I pressed my middle finger against the
portal to his ass and inserted it all the way as far as my hand would
allow, slowly withdrawing and shoving back in.
	Robbie was now writhing on the floor with a passion I had never before
observed, certainly not from any personal experience.  I fucked his ass
faster with my finger and applied more suction to his dick.  My jaw was
becoming extremely tired and sore and I came up for air.  Robbie
immediately looked up at me as the cold air hit his wet dick, a
questioning expression on his face.
	I took a few deep breaths, all the while stroking his cock with one
hand and fucking his ass with the other.  He closed his eyes and just
enjoyed the feeling of the hand job and I leaned forward and took his
left nut in my mouth.
	If I had had any delusions about sucking both nuts at the same time,
they were clearly dispelled now.  Just one ball was a complete mouthful
and I relished it and kept my tongue moving around and around over it. 
A perverse feeling of power came over me and I couldn't help applying a
little jab of pressure to his oversized orb.  His whole body jerked and
I thought at first that I had hurt him.
	"Do that again."
	"It didn't hurt?"
	"Yea, but kinda a good hurt."  His voice was low and raspy and he
seemed to be panting for breath.
	I applied pressure once again, and then bit down slightly so that my
teeth met over the loose ballsac above the orb.  Robbie didn't complain
so I did it again.  Then drawing back I began nibbling with my teeth
ever so slightly at the skin covering his balls.
	Finally, once more a victim of my own impatience, I dove for his
pulsing cock, pulled his foreskin as far forward as possible and nibbled
it with my teeth, then sucked the entire rod into my mouth and throat
and pressed my nose into his soft pubic hair and breathed in his unique
and special smell.
	Robbie's dick suddenly expanded, I heard a spontaneous intake of breath
and a hot jet hit the back of my throat causing me to almost cough and
expel this most precious treasure from my mouth.  I struggled to control
my breathing and placed my tongue in the path to prevent a similar
recurrence and felt the next several jets of his sperm strike against my
tongue.
	I had never thought about it, certainly never analyzed it, but the
taste of his boyjuice was somewhat tinny, a little salty, even a little
bitter - probably from all the beer - and with a texture only slightly
heavier than unwhipped cream.
	Robbie must have fired no less than fifteen volleys before his hips
stopped jerking and settled to the floor in repose and the hot gushes
ended.  I hadn't been able to contain the entire emission and some of
Robbie's sperm had run down his dick and was gathering in his pubic
hair.  I licked at his shaft and glans until they were glistening and
clean and then lapped at the collected sperm in his pubic hair.  It was
a strange sensation to be licking his soft pubic hair but an enjoyable
one.
	Allowing his softening cock to hang down over his balls, extracting my
finger from his ass, I licked up to his slightly indented belly button
and gave it some special attention, almost as if I was tongue fucking
it.  Robbie's breathing was slower and more controlled now and he lay
perfectly still and quiet.  I worked my way up to his right nipple and
wet it thoroughly and gave it a little bite, which brought a soft yelp
from Robbie, then repeated my actions on his left nipple.  Finally,
licking his armpits where I was again surprised by the sparseness of
hair, I moved toward his neck.
	I guess my actions finally made their way into Robbie's pleasure
drenched mind and he recognized that I was coming dangerously close to
his face, and he turned his head and sat up.
	I rocked back on my heels and just stared at him.  He was truly gorgous
with his deep, golden, all-over tan, those big nuts and soft cock on
display.  I placed my hand on his taut belly and just caressed his skin
for a moment and then looked at him.
	"That's some set of nuts you've got."
	Robbie just smiled and reached down to heft his balls and look at them
as if really seeing them for the first time.  "You like my dick?"
	"You bet!"
	"Is it pretty big for my age?"
	"It's pretty big for any age.  The experts say that a full grown man's
erect dick is only six inches on average.  Yours is a lot bigger than
that."
	"You like the taste of that stuff?"
	"Well, I don't know that I'd say its on my top ten list but I'll take
it as my reward for hard work."
	Robbie laughed.  "Is my dick as big as yours?"
	"Pretty close."
	"How close?  Show me."
	I had to take a deep breath, fighting down the hope that this was just
a preliminary that would lead to something more.  But all indications
were that Robbie was merely curious about comparing size.
	I kneeled and pulled my pants and briefs down.  My dick was only a
little less than half hard.  My balls were nothing like Robbie's,
hanging normally and comprising a mouthful between the two of them. 
Just average.  I would have given anything for a set of nuts like his.
	Robbie surprised me when he reached out and wrapped his hand around my
dick.  "How big is it when it gets hard?"
	"Eight and a half inches long."
	"I'll be bigger."  It wasn't a boast, just a simple statement of fact
and there was no doubtin my mind that his cock would put mine to shame
by the time it was fully grown.
	"Yes, but what good will it do you if your girlfriend never lets you
use it.  Has she ever seen it?"
	"She won't even touch me through my pants even when she can't help but
see that I've got a hardon, she ignores it."
	"Well, anytime you need help, I'm here.  Too bad you're not into guys
because with your face, body and that cock and those balls you'd have a
dozen or more guys every day coming onto you."
	"Yea, well...."  Robbie just let his voice trail off.  But the
conversation had had an effect on me, in addition to the fact that
Robbie hadn't yet released my cock and was slowly pulling on it.
	When Robbie finally realized that I was fully hard and that he was
still stroking me, he lay back and dropped his hand.  "Your finger felt
really good in my butt.  I haven't had that done before.  I should do
something for you but I'm not in the mood to suck you so maybe if you
want you can put your dick in my butt and we can try that."
	It was such a simple offer and yet fireworks were going off in my
head.  I was out of my clothes in under five seconds and headed for the
bathroom at the rear of the store where I knew dad kept vaseline for his
chapped lips.  Returning with the small jar, I smeared some grease on my
hard dick.  Robbie rolled over and I just stared at his perfect little
ass for several moments before reaching down and placing a large dollop
of the lubricant on his small bud and then working it inside with first
one, then two and finally three fingers.
	Robbie's breathing had increased and I was sure that with three fingers
in his ass he was feeling a little uncomfortable.  I took another gob of
grease and smeared it around his asshole to ensure that there wouldn't
be any painful friction there and then kneeled between his splayed legs
and placed my hardon at the entrance to his most private place.  I tried
to be slow and gentle with entry and stopped each time I heard Robbie
gasp or felt him flinch.  But finally I was in about half way and I just
stopped completely and let him get used to it. 
	After about three minutes, I pushed a little, then withdrew a little
and then pushed back in, going a little deeper than before and then
pulled back.  Gradually I set up an increasing motion and I could tell
from his breathing and his body reactions that he was beginning to enjoy
it now.
	For ten minutes I long-dicked him giving him the chance to really enjoy
the pleasures of being fucked without the accompanying pain.  Then, as I
felt the sun rising white hot in my balls and spreading out with a
tingling to my toes and ears, I increased the tempo until I was almost
like a man possessed as I thrust in and out quickly and with short jabs,
finally coming to a complete stop in mid-thrust while the ultimate
feeling of pleasure swept over me and rushed out into Robbie's bowels in
staccato bursts.
	I lay atop Robbie for probably two or three minutes after I stopped
shooting, finally rolling to my side and taking Robbie with me, still
attached to me with my dick firmly up his butt.  I ran my hands over his
chest and belly and encountered his cock at full staff once again.
	"Guess you enjoyed that afterall.  Little Robbie seems to be ready for
more."
	Robbie's only response was to reach down and take my hand and wrap my
fingers around his cock and begin stroking.  I took the hint and took
over without his coaching fingers and within seconds, brought Robbie to
another climax, his sperm firing across the floor of the shop a good
five feet or more.
	I wanted desperately to kiss him.  To love him.  My whole soul ached
for someone to love.  Not just to have sex with.  To ne committed to and
have as the purpose of my life.  I knew he would never allow me to kiss
his lips or face so I satisfied myself by squeezing his softening sex
and kissing his shoulder while pinching one nipple with my free hand.
	Later, after we had cleaned up by playfully splashing water on each
other in the store bathroom and toweling ourselves off with coarse hand
towels and getting dressed, Robbie grabbed one cheek of my ass through
my clothes and winked.  "Next time, it's my turn."


Chapter 3

The first time I saw David, I really could not say I was impressed or
even mildly attracted to him.  He seemed a bit 'cloddish' as I recall
and was wearing those floppy 'thong' beach-type sandals that slapped the
heel of his foot with each step.  His hair was messy and his face
slightly pimply and his skin quite pale.  His clothes were clean but
fairly ragged and I wondered if he were a homeless teen.
	David was in company with a new friend of mine that I always called Big
Jim because he was quite a large man.  Jim was about ten years older
than me, eight inches shorter than myself standing at only five foot
nine inches in height, and weighing in at about 250 pounds.  I was
forever amazed at Big Jim's ability to pick up teenaged boys but he had
a good and generous heart and a kind soul and I'm sure there were a
number of teens that just needed an understanding and caring friend.
	I had taken a new management position clear across town from my parents
home and Big Jim was trying to persuade me to rent a room from him in
his three-bedroom condo just a mile from my office.  I had met Jim who,
in spite of being in his mid-thirties, served as a board member on the
new steering committee of the gay students organization at ASU.  I had
been invited to join and been welcomed by the diverse group which
included both students and non-students attempting to create a presence
in the conservative atmosphere.
	Such was the purpose of Big Jim's visit.  Another attempt to convince
me to move rather than commute the fifty-some miles each way, each day,
and another attempt to convince me that I should join "Free Spirit" and
come out of my shell and associate with other gay people.
	Taking Jim aside in my office, I asked him who his 'companion' was and
he just smiled - a smirk really - and said that David was his
'student'.  Jim was an artist who painted beautiful watercolor scenes of
Arizona and Mexico landscapes and occasionally took students who were
interested in learning to paint.  From the smirk, though, I knew that
David was more than just a student....of painting.
	Within several weeks, the daily commute was really grinding on my
nerves and I finally accepted Jim's invitation to become his roommate. 
I moved into his condo and had very soon thereafter moved into his group
of friends and associates of all ages.  The living room was rarely empty
what with Free Spirit meetings, drop-in guests and Jim's companion of
the day or week.  For a still somewhat closeted and shy person, it was
simultaneously thrilling, embarrassing and overwhelming.
	One Saturday morning when I arose, Jim asked if I would be willing to
drive over to ASU and pick up a friend a little later.  He indicated
that David was coming over in the afternoon so he couldn't do it but had
promised to pick up his friend for a Free Spirit meeting in preparation
for Gay Pride Week at ASU.  I agreed and Jim wrote out the address and
directions to the dorm.
	I made the short journey to ASU and picked up Jim's friend and we
returned to the condo.  A few others had arrived and the meeting was
preparing to start.  Jim suggested to me, aside from the others, that I
might want to take a swim at the pool and indicated that David was
already down there.  Recalling my first impression of David several
months earlier I was less than anxious or excited but it seemed a
convenient excuse to separate from the assembling group and the likely
pressure on me to accept some kind of assignment for Gay Pride Week.  I
wasn't yet prepared to go public.
	My trip to the small area pool was quite a surprise.  I was expecting
the cloddish kid I recalled seeing previously but was greeted by an
entirely different person.  Here was a boy with a deep, rich tan, a
totally clear complexion and a face with stunning features, standing in
the shallow end of the pool showing an exceptional upper body.  He
wasn't muscular but he was far from skinny and had that very attractive
'square blocking' definition setting off his pectoral muscles.  His
stomach was flat and slightly rippled and his shoulders and arms were
nicely defined.  It was an astounding transformation and I'm sure I must
have stood staring for two or three minutes - maybe longer - before I
shook myself from my reverie and stepped down into the warm water.
	I was acting very aloof.  It had always been my curse that when I was
attracted to someone that until the ice was broken and I was able to
relax that my shyness manifested itself with an aloofness that quite
literally offended some people that I certainly would not have wanted to
offend.  Fortunately, David was a gregarious sort and came right over
and splashed water in my face.
	I fouund my voice.  "Uh...hi David.  Haven't seen you in awhile. You
look different."
	"Good different or bad different."  He got right to the point.
	"Definitely good.  Have you been working out or something?"
	"Nah.  Not really.  At least not any more than usual.  The difference
is I'm not wearing baggy old crummy clothes like I was the last time you
saw me.  That and the pimples cleared up."
	He was reading my mind.  "Well, yea.  You definitely look better."
	"I was real embarrassed when Jim dragged me into that place you work
at.  I was going through that stage that even I thought I was the
ugliest guy in the world.  But Jim made me come along."
	"So, is Jim still teaching painting to you?"
	"No.  I think we found out that my talents run in other directions."
	I missed the double meaning I plowed forward.  "Really?  Are you better
at a different kind of painting or some other art?"  I was trying to be
friendly, trying desperately to seem casual, and failing desperately.
	David laughed under his breath.  "No.  Something else entirely." With
that, he turned and dover under the water and glided beneath the surface
to the other end of the pool, turned, still under water, and came back
toward me.	
	I stood motionless even though David was headed straight for me
thinking he was planning to spring up at the last moment and attempt to
startle me.  Instead, he just kept coming until, very slowly, he bumped
his face into my crotch.
	David stood with a shit-eating grin on his face.  I'm sure he expected
me to get the message but I didn't.  Instead, I assumed he had overshot
the point at which he planned to rise up out of the water.  When I
failed to react to his overture, David upped the anty by swimming to the
edge of the pool and raising himself up at the edge.  I'm not certain
how me managed it but he arranged that as he raised up out of the water,
his yellow trunks were drawn down to his upper thighs revealing an
extremely firm, tight and pale ass that was as perfectly rounded as I
had ever seen, except in magazines.  He quickly dropped back in the
water and restored his trunks to the appropriate position on his hips
but that smooth ass was forever impressed upon my mind.
	By this time I was feeling a bit aroused which served to lessen my
shyness, if only just a little.  I attempted to tease him.
	"That's the whitest ass I've ever seen."
	David wasn't having any of it.  "Oh yea?  Let's see yours and see how
white it is!"
	There was no way I was going to flash in a public place even though
there wasn't another soul around.  My resistance only served to fire
David up to the point that he decided that if I wouldn't show my ass
willingly, he'd force me to show it.
	Fortunately, I had height, weight and age on my side and David was
unsuccessful in his attempts to lower my swim shorts and present my
naked ass for his inspection.  But we did thrash around in the water
sufficiently that I was able to enjoy a momentary feel of my hands on
his chest and stomach and his hand briefly came in contact with my
crotch.  If he noticed I was hard he didn't say.
	By the time we finished our horseplay, I was tired and suggested we go
in.  We entered through the back door since Jim's meeting was still
going on in the living room.  I went to my room and David went to Jim's
room.
	I had finished a nice long shower and rid myself of the chlorine from
the pool and just started dressing when Jim knocked on my bedroom door.
	"Joel wants to know if he can use your bathroom to take a shower.  He
came here directly from work and he and Nathan want to go straight to
the bars and not have to go home first."
	Who was I to be selfish?  When an adorably cute eighteen year old boy
with a budding gymnasts body wants to use your shower, who am I to say
no?  I agreed but quickly pulled on my levis before opening the bedroom
door.
	It was Jim's nature to play matchmaker.  Knowing how painfully shy I
was in most situations, Jim tended to be very observant, and if he noted
that I seemed attracted to someone he was forever on the alert to find
an opportunity to put me together with that person.  Unknown to me, Joel
liked the tall and slim type of guy and he especially liked guys who
weren't always coming on to him.  As cute as he was, everyone made
passes at him.  Maybe my reticence posed a challenge for him.
	Joel came in my room and I showed him the bathroom and pulled a clean
towel out from the cabinet beside the sink.  He closed the door, leaving
it ajar only about half an inch, and I heard the water start and then
the sound of the enclosure opening and closing and the change in the
sound pattern of water hitting the floor of the shower.  
	I had secretly been hoping Joel would undress in my room and had
lingered in case he did.  I was tempted to peek through the small
opening and try and see Joel's reflection in the mirror through the
clear glass or the shower enclosure but, whether it was out of respect
for his privacy or simply my fear of getting caught, I refrained.
	I had dryed and combed my hair, put on my shirt, my socks, my shoes and
tidied up my room by the time I heard the water turn off and the shower
enclosure door snap open.  For long moments I stood glued in place as I
mentally pictured Joel standing in the bathroom drying himself.  I knew
from overhearing a conversation some weeks earlier that Joel sunned in
the nude in a secluded place down by the Verde river so I was picturing
him with an all over tan.
	The bathroom door opened and a cloud of steam emptied into the
bedroom.  Joel stood in the doorway stark naked with the towel over his
head, rubbing briskly to dry his hair.  I no longer had to rely on my
very active imagination to picture his unclothed body and it was clear
that my imagination did not do him justice.
	"Do you have any alcohol?"  Joel removed the towel from his head and I
quickly averted my gaze to keep it from being obvious that I was staring
at him.
	"Uh, no.  Wait.  I have some of those little swab packages of alcohol
wipes."
	"Could I have one or two.  I use alcohol under my arms before I put on
deodorant."
	I went to my closet and began rummaging through an odds and ends box
where I could remember I had seen the wipes.  Joel came and stood beside
me, still naked, making no attempt to cover himself with the towel.  Try
as I did, I couldn't help glancing up every few seconds.
	Joels body was tight and lean.  The body of an athlete.  Slim, compact,
standing only five feet six inches tall with beautiful brown hair with
golden highlights from the sun and gorgeous green eyes, it was clear why
everyone made a pass at him.
	His chest was wider than his waist, which wasn't skinny and yet showed
not the slightest evidence of any unseemly bulges of body fat.  And he
was silky smooth all over except for a slight dusting of hair on his
lower legs and a small crescent shaped wedge of pubic hair over
his...over his dick.
	That was where he had me.  Once I clearly looked at his soft dick,
about three and a half inches in length and backed up by a beautiful
pair of smooth balls, I couldn't divert my gaze quickly enough to
maintain my attempt at casual disinterest.  Although I was still
rummaging through the box I had pulled from the closet for the alcohol
wipes, my attention was too obviously focused on Joels dick.  And it had
started to fill.
	By the time Joel's cock was hard enough to stand at a slightly downward
angle, the change in his condition had finally made its way into my
conciousness.  I forced my attentions to focus on the box and instantly
found several wipes, withdrew them and stood, facing Joel, and presented
them to him.
	Joel took the wipes, with an odd smile on his face.  I couldn't help
and glanced down quickly finding that his erection was now pointing
straight out.  His cock had a very slight upward curve to it.
	"Go ahead."
	Joel's words broke through.  "Huh?  What...I'm sorry, what did you
say?"
	"I said go ahead.  Touch it.  I want you to."
	I was complete taken by surprise.  Here was the kid that everyone - and
I mean everyone - had the hots for and continually made unsuccessful
passes at, and he was not only standing in front of me as naked as the
day he was born, and with a rapidly rising erection no less, but he was
telling me I could touch it.
	Obviously I hesitated too long.  But Joel read my indecision, my
shyness, my fear, or whatever it was I was feeling.  I was too far gone
to even know what I was feeling.  Other than pure, unadulterated lust.
Joel reached out and placed his palm against the front of my levis where
my own rock hard erection was concealed and slowly ran one finger up and
down the length of it, sending unbelievable shivers up and down my
spine.  "Go ahead.  Feel my dick."
	Unable to resist any longer, I reached out and very slowly and
tentatively wrapped my hand around his now completely hard cock,
standing tall and only slightly away from his smooth abdomen.  I started
to stroke, alert for any signs that he might have changed his mind.
	"Jim told me you were shy but I thought I was going to have to rape you
if I was ever going to have sex with you.  I was beginning to think that
maybe you didn't find me attractive."
	That took my breath away.  Joel, not attractive.  That was a hoot!  I
looked into his eyes, his face tilted up to look back at me.  I was like
a robot standing there stroking him and not knowing what move to make
next.  All of my previous experience had been with guys who were at
least supposedly straight and just horny and who had had a few drinks. 
It wasn't as if I were taking advantage of them, but the alcohol seemed
to be the security blanket and that security was not present this time.
	Joel raised up on his toes and kissed me lightly, while moving his
hands to my waist and undoing the buttons down the front of my levis.  I
felt oddly alive from the kiss.  It was direct.  It was simple.  And,
yet, it was overpowering.
	When my levis hit the floor, followed quickly by my briefs, and I felt
Joel's warm fingers encircle my engorged shaft and one finger rubbing
ever so softly over the head, my mind began to reel and I almost tripped
over the tangle of clothing at my ankles.  Joel eased me back and guided
me back onto my bed and pulled the tangled levis and briefs off of my
feet.
	Easing his way up, kissing the inside of my thighs, avoiding my crotch
and continuing up my stomach, chest, neck and finally reaching my face,
he eased his body down atop my own and I could feel the heat of his
erection burn against my abdomen and then, like two swords, do battle
with my own erection for position.
	Kissing me deeply, my first experience at 'french kissing', his hips
began to move in a gentle rhythm that created a friction as his cock
rubbed against mine.  As his rhythm increased, and my passions rose in
direct consequence, I could feel the soft yet crinkly pubic hair that
adorned the base of his shaft rub over the bloated head of my erection,
sending jolts of electric current coursing through me to my toes.
	Unconsciously, with a mind all their own, my arms had come up around
Joel and I was pulling him tightly against me as my hands roamed
mindlessly over the mounds of his small ass.  It did not feel like the
buttocks of an athlete, accustomed as I was to athletes having beefy
posteriors.  His hips were quite slim and his cheeks, though well
rounded and beautifully shaped, were smaller than I would have expected.
But I wasn't complaining.  I'd never liked big butts.
	Joel finally broke the long kiss and stopped his thrusting hips.  He
was ready for the main event.  He moved to sit on my stomach and I
looked first up into his eyes, glazed over with what could only be
passion, and then down at his hard, red and bursting rod.  Every vein
stood out in full relief against his shaft.  The head appearing ready to
explode.  And then, slowly, I could feel his weight moving and I could
see that beautiful dick coming closer.
	At first I tried to bend my neck sufficiently to be able to take Joel's
erection in my mouth without constantly dragging my teeth over the
sensitive skin.  But Joel had already worked it out in advance and
raised his hips so that his dick was pointing down at my lips and easily
taken into my mouth.
	If I were to be asked what heaven would be like, I would have to
describe that moment.  An extremely beautiful eighteen year old boy with
an outstandingly gorgeous athletic body presents himself to you naked,
makes all of the necessary moves, kisses you and lays himself atop you
and then provides the desert.  What else could heaven be like?
	I was moving my head back and forth in counter rhythm to the thrusting
of Joel's hips, my tongue lapping like a madman possessed along the
white hot shaft and swollen head.  He tasted so clean, so pure and
unspoiled, just the way a beautiful boy should always taste.  And I
could tell from the change in his breathing, from the increased speed of
his thrusts, that he was nearing the point of no return.
	No sooner had I had the thought than Joel moaned loudly, almost too
loudly, and I felt hot sperm strike the back of my mouth and wash over
my tongue.  Three, four, six, maybe more.  At the time it seemed he
would never stop shooting.  And his cock was making no attempt to
subside, so I just kept sucking as passionately as I could.
	Joel finally drew back and then lay atop me and began kissing me
again.  It was then that we discovered that the ecstacy I had felt as he
unloaded in my mouth was in part the result of my having discharged my
own copious load on my belly.  Clearly, Joel would be needing another
shower to remove the thick cream from his smooth tanned stomach.
	Just as we were settling into that dazed after glow of sex, there was
another knock at my door and I heard David's voice, somewhat
impatiently, calling out to me.
	"C'mon.  Open up.  You said you'd give me a ride home and its getting
late.  My old lady will have a fit if I'm late for dinner again."
	I called back to David.  "Okay, give me a few minutes and I'll be
ready."
	Joel and I jumped up and dove into the shower together, me laughing,
Joel giggling, and quickly rinsed ourselves of the evidence of our
afternoon bliss, dryed off and dressed.  When I emerged from my room,
David stood in the hallway waiting, with an expression of impatience
and, perhaps, envy.  It was my first evidence that this sixteen year old
was coming for visits at Jim's place for purely sexual reasons.  And I
shuddered when the picture of Big Jim and David writhing on a bed
together entered my mind.
	Three days later, David was back visiting at the house again.  In fact,
as Jim explained it, David would be staying with us for a few days
because his parents had gone out of town and he refused to stay at home
under the control of his eighteen year old sister.  The job of
entertaining David fell to me, however, since Jim had some day classes
in new art techniques at the university during that week.
	I was home for the entire week for vacation and was sitting at one end
of the sofa watching television.  David was barechested, barefoot, and
wearing a pair of baggy cutoffs, and came and plopped down on the sofa. 
His head was at the far end of the sofa, one arm raised and his hand
behind his head, and his feet in my lap.
	Trying to appear nonchalant, I continued watching the television and
ignored David.  Shortly he lifted his butt and scooted down the sofa a
little toward me.  As he did so, he withdrew his feet from my lap and
planted them flat on the sofa cushions, his knees spreading wide and the
legs of his cuttoffs bagging open.  With a little more light I could
have clearly seen all that he had to offer.  That thought was enough to
give me an instant erection which slightly tented the front of my
slacks, and which did not go unnoticed by David.
	David kapt me drawn into conversation so that my attentions were
clearly focused on him rather than the television program I had been
watching.  During the conversation I could observe the rise and fall of
his chest as he breathed, watch the flickering emotions playing across
his handsome face, look at the thin line of hair, about two inches in
length, that adorned his otherwise smooth underarm.  I tried to
discreetly look down the leg of his cutoffs every few moments but the
light was at the wrong angle to travel into that nether region.
	Finally, looking at the clock in response to the grumbling of my
stomach, I decided I wanted lunch.
	"Get your shirt and shoes on David.  I'm starved.  Let's go have lunch
at Marie Callendars."  It was a new restaurant that I had been planning
to try and this seemed as good a time as any.
	We enjoyed hamburgers and fries at the restaurant, David acting
especially playful and commenting on how the coffee cream in the small
ceramic creamer resembled his cum and then adding several shakes of salt
to it so that it would also taste like his cum.  I sat there aroused and
trying to maintain my composure and hoping desperately that no one
around us was overhearing our conversation or observing David's foot
pressing into my groin.
	When lunch was over, we headed home.  We had decided that we would take
in a movie and had selected a new World War II movie, "Midway" that was
playing at the nearby theatre.  I felt the need to clean up first, since
I hadn't showered that morning.
	"I'm going to take a shower and change so we can be ready to go
whenever Jim gets home."  We had decided it wouldn't be right to go out
without letting Jim know since David was, after all, his houseguest.
As I walked into my bedroom and started to shut the door, David pushed
in behind me.
	"I need to shower to."  It was a very matter of fact statement.  Not a
question.  No tonal inflections.  Just a statement.
	I was slow in undressing, a little uncertain if what was happening was
what was really happening.  David was out of his shirt, his shoes
already left behind in the living room, and dropping his cutoffs almost
before he had finished his statement.  It was my first look, finally, at
David's naked body and I almost swallowed my tongue.
	There was never any question that David was nicely put together with
his upper body, strong legs and tight teenaged butt.  I was not,
however, prepared for what hung between his thighs.  Though entirely
soft, his dick was at least seven inches in length, fairly thick, and
hanging over an enormous pair of balls.  In spite of the unusual length
of his soft penis, his balls hung well below the end of his dick.
	His pubic hair was pitch black, curly, and framed his genitalia on top
and both sides.  His penis was pink and soft looking, his balls with
only a few strands of hair and the skin have the pebble-grained texture
reminiscent of a basketball.  In fact, given their size, it was two
basketballs that first struck my mind.
	I quickly finished undressing and went into the bathroom and started
the water, climbing in when it reached the proper temperature.  David
squeezed in behind me, immediately reaching for the bar of soap.  I was
breathing hard and stood waiting to see what would happen next when his
soapy hand came around my rising dick and began to stroke.  Whether
David was gay, bi-sexual or just bi-curious, I would not know.  But his
stroking was effecting and I soon emptied my load and watched in stunned
amazement as it swirled around my feet and went down the drain.
	I reached for David's dick and caressed it to full erection, then
positioned him so that his cute ass was pressed against my groin and I
reached around the side to stroke him until he also spilled his seed in
the shower.
	With very little said, we finished showering.  I took special pains to
wash his chest, his back and his ass with just soap and my bare hands. 
It was a pleasure of exploration to run my hands over his hard body and
feel the tightness of muscles beneath his smooth teen skin.  We dryed
ourselves and dressed, keeping our eyes on each other, and made it to
the living room with just seconds to spare before Jim came bounding in.
	I could tell by Jim's expression that he knew that something had
finally happened between David and I and was dying to have a moment
alone with one or the other of us to find our exactly what.  But Jim was
attending another Free Spirit meeting at another members house that
evening and David and I were anxious to catch the early show.
	The movie was excellent and, as long as it was, it was still early when
we got out.  Driving toward home we passed a drive in that was playing
another movie that I had heard about and wanted desperately to see.  It
was gay themed and was starring a cute guy named Dennis Dugan as a
flaming gay queen.  We decided to see it and I turned into the drive in.
	Early in the movie, the black star, a cute actor that was a former
basketball star at UCLA, climbed out of bed wearing skimpy bikini
briefs.  That was quite a coup at the time and I instantly felt the
jolt, the beginnings of arousal.  Apparently, David had the same
reaction because I reached over and felt his crotch and he was at least
half hard and on the rise.
	I unsnapped David's corduroys and reached in.  As always, no
underwear.  His dick was sticking straight up from his open pants and I
rubbed my thumb over the glans and felt the responsive jerk.  David had
reached over and opened my pants as well but had a little more trouble
because of my briefs.
	Before the movie had even run for twenty minutes, David had my pants
pushed down below my ass and was leaning over with his face buried in my
lap, licking at my shaft.  I guessed that my earlier question was
answered.  This was more than mere curiosity.
	David's tongue and lips had the skill of considerable practice and I
rested my hand on the back of his neck to stop him so that I could make
it last a little longer.  When he resumed, he used techniques that I had
never experienced and the passion rose so suddenly, so unexpectedly and
with such power that the first shot surprised even David and hit the
windshield.  David managed to clamp his lips over the head of my cock
and take the remainder of my second load of the day and then slowly
cleanse my cock with his mouth until it had subsided to its natural
resting state.
	"Think you'll be able to drive home after that?"  David was grinning
and teasing.  "Let's not stay for the rest of the movie, okay? Let's
just get home and go to bed.  After all, you owe me one hell of a blow
job."
	We hurried home, quickly undressed and climbed into my bed.  By the
time we heard Jim come home a little after midnight, I had sucked David
off three times, been sucked off by David once more and had explored his
back entry once while listening to him moan that I felt so much bigger
than 'the other guys' that had fucked him.
	There was more sexual play in the next two days before David went
home.  I looked forward to seeing him again and felt I was really
falling in love with someone I would be willing to make a committment
to.  Unfortunately, a couple of weeks later we heard that David had been
picked up in Pioneer Park hustling an undercover vice cop.
	Besides myself, Big Jim, an ASU professor and several other men were
named by David as having had sex with him.  It was his chance to get out
of the desperate situation he was in and, as you would expect of a boy
facing the harsh realities of his sexual needs for the first time, he
took it.  Each of us were questioned but through some deft legal
maneuvering the vice cops were unable to present a case with sufficient
evidence to convince the district attorney's office to file.
	I never saw David again and genuinely felt a loss because it in spite
of the two or three months in which I worried about the future of my
freedom.


My Boys  --  Chapter 4

His hair was the texture of silk and the color of gold.  His skin was
bronzed and smooth.  His eyes were ice blue and seemed to change colors
to suit his mood.  His lips were full, his upper lip curling slightly
upward in a perpetual smile to reveal perfect teeth.  It seemed that he
had been blessed with every attribute of beauty that a teenaged boy
could ask for.
	Cary was an affable and warm natured kid.  He worked at the steakhouse
restaurant that I had just taken management responsibility for after
several months of looking for new work.  My previous employer had found
an excuse to discharge me after being informed by the local police of
their investigation of me because of David.  
	I had been working at the restaurant for a little over a week when Cary
showed up for the first time.  I was awe struck and he must have thought
me a fool for the way I was staring at him.  However, try as I might I
could not ignore him.  My attentions kept returning to this mesmerizing
boy.  Of course, he would have likely screamed had he known I thought of
him as a kid.
	A high school senior, Cary was clearly a popular young man with boys as
well as girls.  All of the other employees regularly included him in
their conversations and their plans.  And he frequently arrived at work
followed closely by three or more of his close friends who would hang
around until I would have to run them off so that paying customers could
get in the front door.
	That first day, he had arrived at work wearing a pink polo shirt and
blue levis that were nicely fitted without being too tight.  They were
adequately snug to shown the smallness of his waist and the slimness of
his hips.  He seemed long legged even though he only stood about five
feet ten or eleven inches in total height.  He wore white sneakers that
made a squeaking sound as he walked over the terra cotta tile along the
cooking and serving line.
	He had come directly to my office, knocked briefly, peeked in, and then
entered without further invitation when all I could do was look up and
stare as if in a trance.  He had been on vacation for two weeks over the
spring break but had heard from friends that the 'long expected' new
manager had finally completed company management training and arrived to
take over. He was there to introduce himself.
	After a short conversation where I did little more than nod my head and
mumble an inane 'glad to meetcha' and a few 'mmm hmm's' in response to
questions and statements, he left to change for work.  He was scheduled
to work the grill tonight.
	I quickly pulled his file out of the bottom desk drawer to scan it and
learn as much as I could about him.  According to his application, he
had only been five foot nine when applying nine months earlier so either
he had grown a couple of inches in the past several months or his long
leggedness made him seem taller than he was.  Under hobbies he had
indicated that he was on the Varsity Swim and Waterpolo teams at school
and my heart skipped a beat realizing that such activities meant wearing
snug, flimsy speedo type swimwear.
	I looked up and out the door of my office which gave me a complete view
along the serving line behind the counter and the full length of the
store to the rear exit.  Cary had emerged from the all-purpose room
about half the length of the store away, where employee lockers were
kept, having shed his pink polo shirt and carrying a white short sleeved
button front shirt that was the standard uniform.  His deep tan from
hours in the Arizona sun was striking, especially against his crystal
light blue eyes and blonde hair and the white shirt being pulled on.
	I had not seen a physique quite so perfect before in my life.  From an
impossibly small waist that could not have been more than twenty six
inches around, his torso swelled upward.  While he did not have the
appearance of massive muscles, his body was too lean and angular for
that, the overall look and impression was definitely one of power and
strength.  With his shirt on he seemed almost skinny.  With his shirt
off he inspired bodily reactions in his audience.  My body had already
begun to respond and I adjusted my crotch for comfort.
	Throughout that evening I was continually drawn back to Cary and gave
him much more attention than was normal - or wise.  By late evening I
could sense some attitude from a few of the other employees who were
feeling victims of favoritism.  I tried to alter my behavior and
succeeded to some degree but had not quite mastered the discipline yet.
	One of the most hated chores among the employees was nightly cleanup as
part of the store closing routines.  While I worked in my office to
calculate percentages and operating statistics for the day, and to count
and prepare deposits for the bank, two of the crew would be scrubbing
the grills, the line counter, mopping the tile floors and vacuuming
carpeting in the seating areas, and a number of other closing tasks.  I
accomplished two purposes when I assigned Cary to store closing duties: 
It mitigated the developing resentments among some other employees who
now felt relieved of the dirtier tasks;  and, it kept Cary around for
almost another ninety minutes.
	It only took me fifty minutes to prepare my reports and deposits and
clean up the office so I walked out to see how Cary and Chris were
coming with their cleaning.  Chris was vigorously scraping at the grill
and then scrubbing it with a brillo pad now that it had finally cooled
sufficiently to allow it to be touched.  He had removed his shirt and I
could see the glistening perspiration catching the overhead light as I
approached.
	I had observed Chris before and considered him extremely cute but had
been concentrating so much on my new position that I hadn't really paid
that much attention previously.  He was very slim, with very light and
lean definition to his shoulders, arms and chest and a waist that was
small enough to make it necessary that he cinch his belt, causing his
corduroys to bunch up at the waist, in order to keep them up on his
hips.  I judged his height to be about six feet and he had large brown
eyes that made me think of a puppy, long lashes that seemed almost too
pretty, chestnut brown hair that always had one little wave falling over
his eyes, and a cute, sweet face with perfectly clear and smooth
complexion.
	Seeing Chris naked from the waist up awakened me to his attractiveness
and I mentally kicked myself for not having noticed previously.
	"That's looking good, Chris.  I appreciate your effort."  I was making
an effort to be friendly and briefly clapped him on the shoulder as I
passed behind him.  I felt him stiffen as I touched him and wondered if
he was one of those people who have a phobia about being touched.
	I moved toward the back of the store where I found Cary re-stacking
crates of potatoes in the all purpose room.  "How's it coming?"
	Cary looked up in surprise, obviously not having expected me.  I had
heard that the previous manager hadn't emerged from his office once
during his final six months and that one employee, a new salad girl,
hadn't even known who he was the day that he walked out with a box full
of his personal items after being terminated.
	"Uh, it's coming along.  I've got the walk-ins and reach-ins all
organized and stocked for tomorrow and the front has been vacuumed and
the tables have all been wiped down.  As soon as I finish here I'll get
the restrooms and then help Chris finish up with the line."
	"You're a bit of a tornado, aren't you?"  I meant it as a compliment
because he seemed to be a real go-getter.  But, Cary looked at me as if
trying to read me, then smiled revealing those perfect teeth and went
back to his potato crates.  I turned and left.
	Chris had completed his scrubbing of the grill and was standing back
taking some deep breaths.  I could watch his chest fill and empty with
each breath and I looked at the simple beauty of a teenaged boys torso,
the flat belly and the small dime size brown nipples, the nubs standing
erect.  Chris looked over at me and saw me watching him and blushed,
smiling weakly, then turned and went toward the far end of the line and
began wiping down the long aluminum counter top.
	Returning to my office, I sat at my desk and pretended to look over
some papers where I could look out the door and down the line and
observe Chris at his work.  He bent down to wipe the fronts of the
drawers and potato warming bins and his corduroys pulled tight across
his rear end showing me the attractive shape of his small ass.  I noted
that the waistband of his briefs appeared slightly over the top of his
trousers and 
smiled inwardly when recognizing that he was wearing bright red
underwear.
	I turned my attention to some mail that I had been ignoring and before
I knew it Chris was at my door, his shirt on.  "Well, I think I'm
finished.  Anything else you need before I go?"  He seemed nervous, and
I assumed he was anxious that I wouldn't think of any other
assignments.  It was, after all, a little past midnight now and he had
school in the morning.
	"No, I think you've done enough for the night.  You're a good worker,
Chris.  Thanks for a great job tonight."
	The compliments made him blush and smile shyly again and I realized at
that moment that he was painfully introverted and resolved to try and
help bring him out of his shell and get him to interact more comfortably
with his peers.
	As Chris exited the rear door, I locked the door and wandered through
the restaurant checking things out and making certain that all was in
readiness for the next day.  I would be back at nine a.m. to start
setting up for an eleven a.m. opening.  I was looking forward to
eventually choosing an assistant that could handle the openings so I
could sleep in.
	The restaurant seemed empty so I guessed that Cary must have finished
up and gone home already.  I wasn't actually annoyed but I had a
slightly irritated feeling about his having left without even giving me
the courtesy of approving his work the way Chris had.  I headed for the
restrooms to empty my bladder and wash my hands so I could lock up and
go home to bed myself.
	As I entered the restroom I was struck with the sight of Cary standing
at the sinks, shirtless, using a paper towel and warm water to wipe down
his face, neck, chest and underarms.  Again, I was struck with the
magnificence of his upper body and noted the sparse, sandy colored
strands of hair protruding from under his arms.  I attempted to maintain
my composure and nodded to him and headed for the urinal.
	After standing at the porcelain fixture for what seemed an eternity
unable to get a stream started, I closed my eyes and concentrated on
topics having nothing to do with Cary and forced my mind to forget he
was standing just a few feet away.  Finally my bladder began to empty
and I almost sighed audibly from relief.
	Washing my hands, reaching in front of Cary, I was close enough to
smell his personal odors.  I had always noted that everyone had their
own distinct odor.  As a child, my grandmothers house always smelled
uniquely hers, my maiden aunts house was definitely a different smell,
my sisters room always smelled of her shampoos and perfumes and my
brothers room had smelled like....my brother.  Now I was testing,
analyzing and cataloging the special smell of Cary mixed with a faint
odor of perspiration and a residual smell of cologne.
	"Well, are we about ready to leave?"  I was trying to engage Cary in
conversation if only to keep him from noticing my hands shaking as I
tried to wash them at the sink.
	"Yea.  Give me about two minutes to take a piss and I'll be done." 
Cary headed for the urinal and within seconds I could hear the sound of
a stream splashing against the porcelain fixture and I watched as Cary's
butt cheeks seemed to tighten and release as he completed his chore and
zipped up.
	I exited the restroom, returned to my office for my keys and wallet and
met Cary at the back door.  "Thanks for a good effort, Cary.  I guess
I'll see you tomorrow."
	"You bet."  That was it and he was off across the lot to a small
Volkswagen beetle with missing rear fenders and a tail pipe that rose
and bent to look like a mouse's tail.
	As the weeks passed, the staff became more relaxed around me and a
sense of camraderie began to develop.  Even though the bulk of the staff
were sixteen and seventeen year old boys and girls and I was twenty
eight, they treated me almost as though I were one of them and we joked
and teased one another.
	One of the older employees, Armando, a man in his early twenties, had
made it a habit to volunteer for any chores which gave him an
opportunity to be alone in the store with me and, as we conversed while
carrying out certain tasks, he always seemed to make jokes of a sexual
nature.  One morning as we opened and he filled condiment jars while I
made salad dressing, he commented about Cary.
	"You should see him in his little light blue swim suit.  It's only
about a half inch wide at the sides and I swear it couldn't hold him if
he were to get excited and pop a boner."
	I looked at him a little strangely I'm sure as I couldn't quite
determine how the conversation had managed to come around to this
topic.  Not that it was an unpleasant topic, mind you.  It had given me
a mental picture that I couldn't shake, nor did I really want to.  But
it just seemed to be a strange thing to be mentioned.
	All things became clear a few days later when I walked into the mens
room after closing to find Armando almost pinning Chris to a back wall
while moving his hand over the front of Chris' pants, stroking a rather
sizeable bulge.  Chris had a clear expression of panic on his face and
when he saw me his face just seemed to explode in increasingly darker
shades of red and I was certain he was going to cry.
	Armando had a guilty expression on his face.  It was clear that the
attentions being given to Chris were uninvited and that Chris, because
of his innate shyness had been unable to protest vigorously enough to
put an end to the unwanted attention.  It took Armando three minutes to
gather up his belongings and leave and I took Chris into my office and
closed the door.
	"Are you okay, now?"  Chris was looking at his hands hanging between
his knees as he sat in the chair at the side of my desk.  He gave no
indication that he had even heard the question.  Finally he looked up
with tears in his eyes.
	"It was my fault."  His voice was very quiet, almost a whisper.
	"You asked Armando into the restroom?"  I'm certain there was a note of
incredulity in my voice.  I had trouble accepting the admission of this
shy teen.
	"No.  But...I got....a hardon while I was working."  I almost didn't
hear the word 'hardon' because he spoke it in such hushed tones. 
"Armando saw it and told me he'd help me out."
	"So you went with him expecting what....a blow job?"
	"I didn't know what he meant at first.  He offered to help and told me
to follow him and pulled my arm so I went.  When we got into the
restroom he grabbed my .... thing.... and I think he was just about
ready to pull down my pants when you walked in."
	"So how does that make it your fault, Chris?"
	"If I hadn't gotten a hardon none of it would have happened.  And I
shouldn't have gone with him."
	"Look, Chris.  Put it all out of your mind.  It's over.  You didn't ask
for it to happen.  That guy is just a little off kilter.  It wasn't you
fault.  Don't think it was."
	I noticed his shoulders droop and his chin rested on his chest and then
I saw the tear run over his scarlet cheeks and drop to the floor.  I
moved toward him intending to put an arm around his shoulders.  It was
an instinctive gesture from one naturally given to displays of
affection.  As my arm moved around, Chris lurched forward and threw his
arms around my waist and buried his face in my chest.  I had realized he
was shy.  I now realized that he was also very sensitive and vulnerable,
almost fragile.
	I encircled Chris in my arms and held him tightly until the sobbing
stopped and then offered him the box of tissues on my desk.  "Why don't
you just sit here in my office for awhile until you're comfortable
enough to come back out.  No one else knows what happened so you needn't
worry about it.  Just relax until you feel you're ready to come out. 
Then you can finish your shift or, if you'd rather, you can go home and
start fresh again tomorrow."
	Chris just nodded but I could now see a new expression in his puppy dog
eyes.  Gratitude.  Admiration.  I left the office and closed the door
behind me.
	Toward the end of the evening, the talk among four or five of the guys
had turned toward what activity they wanted to pursue after work, it
being a Friday night.  It was their custom to stay out until the wee
hours on Friday nights since it was usually their only time to party
because of their work shifts and schedules.  Through some bantering and
begging, it was finally agreed that they would all come to my apartment
to have a few beers and swim.  I made a special point to invite Chris to
join us and for the first time was treated to a perfectly beautiful
smile expressing genuine joy.
	At my apartment the six of us sat around.  I was a non-drinker and
consumed only Cokes while the other five boys had quickly finished off
three six packs.  I was pleased that even Chris had joined in the
merriment and had downed two beers, although I admit to feeling a bit
concerned when he began looking rather spacey and buzzed.
	We adjourned to the pool where the guys peeled down to their swim
wear.  For Cary, it was a pair of cutoff levis, the legs chopped off
only two or three inches from his crotch.  Two of the others, plus
myself, were wearing baggy trunks or gym shorts.  Chris and the
remaining boy, a sixteen year old with black hair and green eyes and a
slightly off kilter grin, had not come prepared.  The sixteen year old
merely stripped to his briefs and plunged into the water, then emerged
to jump in again.  The wet briefs were virtually transparent and pasted
to his skin and left little to the imagination.
	I noticed Chris watch the boy as he climed out, the black shadow of his
pubic hair visible through the wet briefs, and thought I detected some
movement at the juncture of his thighs.  I moved to him.
	"Don't you want to swim?"  I knew the problem was likely that he was
too shy to strip to his underwear in front of other people and I wanted
to offer him a pair of shorts or cutoffs that I had that might fit him
well enough to allow him to participate.  But I was also torn by the
desire of wanting to see him in his briefs - and wet briefs at that.
	Finally, Chris just looked at me, an expression of consternation on his
face as if he had just farted loudly in church during prayers.  And just
as I was about to cave in and offer him an 'out', he nodded and began
unbuttoning his shirt.
	I stood motionless, transfixed and watched as discretely as possible as
Chris removed his shirt, shoes and socks and then, after much
hesitation, lowered his pants.  He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs,
the same bright red color as I had seen several weeks earlier and my
heart dropped into my stomach.  Nothing, no one, had ever looked sexier
than Chris did at that moment and I was glad that the shorts I was
wearing were extremely baggy or everyone present would have noticed the
sudden 'springing up' of lust that my body was evidencing.
	Chris dove in the water and I followed him in.  Over the next hour I
became very playful, splashing, dunking and pulling under three of the
boys, including of course Chris and Cary.  I got into a slight wrestling
match with Chris at one point and felt the very obvious erection in his
briefs as it pressed against my hip.  I was disappointed when, while
wrestling with Cary, I discovered that the only erection present was my
own.
	By three a.m., we were all exhausted and trekked back to my apartment
where each of the guys took turns in the bathroom stripping off and
drying their bodies and changing back into their clothes.  During the
two hours of exertion, all evidence of lethargy that Chris had displayed
earlier had dissipated so I was comfortable with allowing him to drive
home.
	A couple of days later was my day off and I was sitting around just
enjoying some peace and quiet with a good mystery novel when the
doorbell rang.  I was surprised to open the door and see Cary there.
	"Can I come in?"
	I stepped back and swung the door open wide.  "Sure.  Get in."
	"Sorry to bother you on your day off.  I didn't have anything to do
today and the pool at school was closed.  I was hoping you'd let me swim
here."
	"Sure.  Help yourself."
	"Can I change in your bathroom?"	
	"Go right ahead."
	Cary moved toward the bathroom and closed the door behind him.  He
emerged a couple of minutes later wearing the pale blue speedos that
Armando had spoken of.  I immediately knew why Armando had been so
enthralled with the vision of Cary in that suit.  The front was barely
high enough to conceal Cary's sandy blonde pubic patch and a few stray
strands were peeking over the top.  The suit cupped his small but
perfectly rounded little ass and dove into the crevice between the
cheeks so that, had the suit been flesh colored, you would have believed
he was naked.  The sides weren't even a half inch thick and the front
was obviously struggling to contain the gift that was stored there.
	With a smile and a wink, Cary left and headed to the pool leaving me
with my book and a raging erection.  He was back in less than an hour,
sopping wet, his golden hair slightly darker and his bronze tan having a
glow and a sheen from the moisture covering his body.  The material of
the speedos were so thin and flimsy I was sure I could see the ridge of
his circumcised cock behind the fabric.
	Some brashness that I was unable to control overcame me and I looked at
Cary very pointedly.  "I should take pictures of you like that and post
them all over the restaurant.  The place would be packed to the rafters
with customers 24 hours a day and I'd get rich from the bonuses.  And
maybe if I gave away posters of those pictures for every $50 spent on
meals we could quadruple our volume."  I was smiling, my remarks
intended as both a tease and a compliment.
	"Sure.  Get your camera."
	That I wasn't prepared for.  I just sat there, unmoving.  I guess my
mouth was probably hanging open.  "What?"
	"Take your pictures.  I'm used to posing for pictures in this swim
suit.  For some reason guys always like to photograph me at the swim
meets wherever we go.  Doesn't bother me."
	Never one to forego the perfect offer, I practically ran to my bedroom
to get my 35mm camera.  I didn't give any thought to getting the photos
developed.  Just shooting the film was enough for now.
	I took several shots of Cary from each side, from the front and from
the back, becoming almost dizzy from the headiness of the long
opportunities to stare uninterruptedly at his gorgeous body.  After
these poses grew boring I asked Cary to sit on the chair with his legs
slightly spread and took a few more shots.  
	Cary stood up and stood resting on one foot, looking casual and lowered
his Speedos on one side about four inches, enough to uncover fully three
quarters of his pubic bush and I snapped several shots in quick
successiion.  Turning around, he lowered the suit fully to show me a
completely smooth and pale set of the most perfect cheeks I had ever
seen and evidence that there was very little hair yet sprouting in his
crevice.
	When he turned around to face me once more, he had a mischievous grin
on his face and stood staring at me for several moments, as if trying to
decide.  I was so worked up that I was having trouble standing still.
	"Okay.  Here's your best shot of the day."
	Cary gradually lowered the front of the Speedos until almost all of his
dick was revealed, only the plump head still hiding behind the pale blue
fabric.  "I'll drop them around my ankles for you if you promise to do
something for me."
	I was thinking, 'here it comes' expecting a request for a raise or some
special privileges at the restaurant and about to pack up my camera.
	"I haven't cum for a week and I need a blow job in the worst way.  I'll
let you take pictures of me totally naked, and with a hardon too if you
want, if you'll suck me off."
	This didn't even require thought.  Where I might have normally
protested or demanded an explanation as to why he thought he could make
such a request of me, there was nothing to discuss.  I was in front of
him, yanking his briefs to the floor and burying my face in his crotch
practically before he finished speaking.
	It was pure heaven.  I hadn't engaged in sex since David and that was
now months ago.  And I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful, sexy or
perfect teen to break my long abstinence with.
	I rocked back on my heels releasing his now hard dick from between my
lips and stared intently at it.  It was lightly veined with a pattern of
blue just under the surface, solid and completely inflexible, still a
bit thinner than it would be in a couple of more years but perfect in
thickness, length and texture.  And the taste was like nectar to a
starving man.
	I pistoned my mouth back and forth along this wonderful instrument of
pleasure and suckled his lightly haired balls, laving the shaft and
paying special attention to the plump head with my darting tongue.  I
grasped those wonderfully round and firm ass cheeks in my hands and took
control of the movement of his hips as I plunged forward again and put
my entire soul into the taks of providing Cary with pleasure and
release.
	It seemed like forever before I was rewarded for my efforts and I
swallowed gratefully, and frequently, until finally I could feel the
tension leave his body and the movement of his body subside.  He moved
back and I reluctantly allowed his cock to escape the confines of my
mouth and contented myself with looking at his naked body and deflating
dick.
	Cary made no move to get dressed or cover up and just collapsed onto
the sofa.  "That was the best," he breathed.  "Let me rest for about
twenty minutes and then can you do it again?"
	Again, there was no question.  By the time Cary left at midnight, I had
sucked him off six times and he had, after some convincing, allowed me
to kiss all over his body and dry kiss him on the lips once.  He had
decided he owed that much to me for the six blowjobs.
	I never did get the film developed, not knowing where I could take such
clearly erotic photos for development without being arrested.  But the
mental picture of a naked, beautiful and hard Cary would remain with me
forever.