Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2017 08:19:56 -0700 From: William RS Subject: MY EXPERIENCES WITH TJ MY EXPERIENCES WITH TJ Business before pleasure: The standard disclaimers apply. Please consider being a good guy and donating to Nifty so writers like me can continue to explain our sexual experiences and imaginations. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This writing is a little different from what I have submitted here as it reflects occurrences of more recent times. It involves an Adult/Youth relationship that was non-sexual and more about my love of a fatherless boy of a family friend and his love of me. It reflects a part of my life where I found the relationship rewarding for both of us. ***** My Experiences with TJ Author's note: This writing is true to the best of my recollection of events that happened between the mid-1990s and 2003. Let me start off by saying there was no sexual contact between us. There were a few erotic temptations that I will elaborate on in the narrative. TJ's mother was a friend of my family. She married a man that was abusive towards her, TJ and a younger daughter. Far as I know, there was no sexual abuse of the children but there was a rough divorce when TJ was about 5. I was in my late 30s at this time. I became the male "role model" in TJ's life, after that. I would babysit the kids and I particularly enjoyed their bedtimes where I would read their favorite books as bedtime stories. They would cuddle with me and I just adored this in a way that I wished I was a parent. At the time, I never felt there was anything remotely sexual about it, but there was adoration both ways between her children and me and I longed to have children of my own because there is nothing like the feelings I had by being loved by a child who looked up to you for guidance and protection. TJ's mom obviously had to work and being a single parent, she had to put the children in daycare. The daycare was in a family home "co-op" where a parent would watch several kids of friends. This daycare had older children and, when TJ was 7-years-old, he was "sexually assaulted" by an older boy who was around age 12. Not sure what he did to TJ, but is sounds like TJ was forced to suck the older boy's penis. Here is another example of how boys can be sexual towards each other, however, TJ was so much younger that he obviously did not want to play this way with this older boy. Because of this experience, TJ was introduced to sex at an abnormally young age and he became quite precocious and promiscuous about his own penis. And there was another reason he was very promiscuous. He knew he had a medical issue with his penis that took my intervention to resolve. I took TJ out on activities since his mom liked having me do things with him, one on one. She trusted me to be the man in his life and I wasn't about to betray that trust by taking advantage of him sexually. So TJ and I took day trips and such. This included hiking. When it was time to pee (urinate), we usually did what all males do when out in the wild; we unzipped, pulled it out and let it fly. When we did this, TJ's piss stream was always directed upward. At first, I thought the kid was downright horny and had an erection, which would explain the odd angle of the stream, although a casual glance at his penis indicated otherwise. I figured he was trying to impress me by holding his penis in such a way that it squirted upward at an impressive arc. TJ always appeared to be getting my attention when he urinated. Once I was on a family outing with his mother and sister when we stopped at a small roadside restaurant that had only a single bathroom with a toilet and basin. TJ had to pee, and he asked if I had to go, also. This was his opportunity to "show" my something that was concerning him. TJ wanted me to watch him pee and I certainly obliged, more out of curiosity. As I watched he struggled with his penis in a way to direct his stream down into the toilet. This was unusual. He was a very unhappy kid and he told me that the other boys would tease him about the way he "peed." After some careful questions, he informed me, somewhat shyly, his penis was "different." I asked him if I could look at it to confirm his suspicions and he readily agreed. He dropped his pants and I got to see TJ's 10 year old boy penis up close. He was still pre-pubescent with a smooth lightly tan ball-sack that had not darkened like many do at puberty. His penis was still boy size and it was circumcised, like most boys' penises are in the US. At first, nothing looked unusual about it. It looked like a smaller version of my own penis; he was not aroused but it was elongated where the tip hung just to the base of his ball-sack. TJ asked if anything looked wrong. Just looking at it, I had to say no. But he was persistent. All his friends were telling him that he peed "funny." So I asked TJ if I could look at it closer and asked him to turn it upwards so I could see the tip and the piss slit closely. TJ's acorn shaped tip was a normal purplish color. His piss "slit" did certainly look unusual. It wasn't a "slit" at all, but was a small round hole right at the upper part where the slit would terminate, towards the tip. I told him I needed to touch his penis to confirm what I was seeing and he showed no objection and actually looked relieved that somebody was going to maybe do something about his problem. I took his penis in the fingertips of both my hands and tried to "pry open" his piss slit gently with my thumbs. This revealed that he did NOT have a slit (called a penile meatus) but only the visible hole. Where the rest of his slit should have been looked like it had fused shut. I gently told TJ that he did have a different penis. He asked what a normal penis should look like. After careful consideration, I offered to show him mine. To my surprise, he had no problem accepting my offer. Everything I had done with him up to this point in his life was based on trusting adoration and I'm sure he took this offer under the same respect I had always exhibited when around him. Now, I must admit that unzipping my fly and pulling my own penis out in front of a 10-year-old boy had me in the beginning stages of arousal. He probably didn't notice because I was handling my own penis and it was still soft enough that an impending erection was not obvious. I showed him how my own piss slit looked and I gently parted it so he could see a short distance down inside my meatus. His curiosity satisfied, I tucked it back in when a knock came on the door and his sister was asking what we were doing in the bathroom that was taking so long. TJ and I returned to the restaurant table where I told his mother that we needed to talk, in private (away from his younger sister). After returning home, I looked up TJ's penis issue on WebMD and discovered he had a condition called "meatal stenosis." It turns out TJ had a known condition that affects primarily circumcised boys. Sometime in his infancy, TJ's meatus (piss slit) had fused shut, probably due to scarring from a diaper rash. I wish I hadn't been circumcised. Kind of like penises the way nature intended and I'm told that losing a foreskin takes with it a lot of sensitive nerve endings. Now I don't have any problems with sensations, but having more nerve endings in one's penis is never a bad thing. I talked to TJ's mom and she immediately set him up to have a doctor look at the situation. It wasn't long before he was at the out-patient clinic having a simple operation to correct his problem. He reported it hurt like hell to pee, but he healed quickly. He called me up shortly after this and he thanked me. Had he not had this operation, it would have affected his fertility and it could have led to kidney problems. His mom called me a "life-saver," but I was too humble to put much into that. TJ felt the same way as his mom and the bond between us became even stronger. The kid had a problem with a very important part of his body and I did what any responsible adult would do. The following summer, TJ's mom and sister were going back to the east coast to visit relatives and she asked if I could look after him for a week. TJ was now 12, the same age I was when I was fooling around with my friend John. I took that week off from work and made plans to take a road trip around the state (Washington) and do some camping, hiking and other fun stuff with the kid. As we hit the road, TJ boldly started asking questions about girls, sex in general and how things looked "down there on a girl" and how sex worked. I was honored that he trusted and chose me to have the "man to man" talk about this. I often read that some fathers avoid this type of conversation with their sons because they are embarrassed by the subject and they actually don't have the correct information a boy needs to hear. To be honest, talking with sex about TJ was arousing to me and I felt those stirrings in my cock. I answered his questions truthfully and completely and used the correct terms instead of slang. I also called his mother and told her about our conversations and was relieved and thankful that I did. All of a sudden, TJ mentioned he had a "stiffy." This soon opened the door for a talk about masturbation and how to take care of sexual urges he would soon be having. He remarked that it "sounds kind of nasty." I assured him all guys do it to relieve sexual tension and he, too, would discover the joys of doing it in the privacy of his bedroom. To drive the point home, I bought him a bottle of KY Liquid lubricant and told him what it was for. He asked if I wanted to see his erection and I did, but only to see how his penis had healed from its surgery about 5 months earlier. He was unzipped his pants as and showed me a fairly small erection, about the size of my ring finger and being a blond, I didn't notice any development of pubic hair. I asked him to pull the slit on his cock-head apart and he obliged. "Yep, you now have a normal penis, TJ," I remember telling him. He seemed happy and relieved. I told him he better put his "stiffy" away and I never saw him again with another erection. We arrived at a state park in Eastern Washington which has a nice warm lake to swim in. It was here TJ informed me that when swimming, he and his friends did it, shall we say, au natural. Of course this was a crowded swim area, but he moved to the side of the swim area to a more remote beach and we swam out to a rocky island about 100 yards off shore. We both dove off the rock into fairly deep water and had fun splashing about. It wasn't long that he was throwing his swim trunks up on the rock at the water's edge. TJ was now completely naked. He then dared me to do the same. I did so reluctantly. Again this was arousing to me. Anything involving nudity aroused me. I had a semi-hard erection but TJ probably didn't notice as the water in the shimmering sun made it difficult to see anything below our heads unless we got close to each other. We swam about and he got daring when he swam over to some girls a few years older than him. I used a little more discretion and stayed well away. He talked a little with the girls but was careful to not get close enough that they would notice he was nude. We put our suits back on and swam back to shore. The park had a public shower and changing room since the water of the lake is very alkaline. You had to pay to use hot water, so to save costs, TJ and I showered together but neither of us became aroused. I tried hard not to violate the "boy code" by peeking at his penis but I was able to sneak a few looks at this naked hairless boy I truly adored. He also got to see me nude but never mentioned the fact that I have body hair and a good amount of it at my pubic bush and on my nut-sack. I'm sure he had to notice, though. As we were toweling off, another boy about 16 or 17 entered the changing room and stripped down to take his shower. Again, I had to sneak a peek and the kid had the longest flaccid penis I've ever seen. I also looked at TJ and he was looking at the kid, also. On our road trip, we camped at a couple camp grounds without showers. By middle of the week, TJ and I were getting pretty smelly, so I decided to rent a room in hotel room in a small town near Grand Coulee Dam where we could shower and sleep on a bed, for a change. I made arrangements for a room with two beds since I wanted to remove any possibility of temptations for misconduct. The hotel was pretty nice and it had a very private inside hot tub that one could rent for 30 minutes for a few bucks. TJ was game so we left the pool area that was loaded with screaming kids to the quiet comfort of the room with the hot tub. I get in the hot tub while TJ immediately removes his swim trunks and starts to dance around in the nude! Watching his little cock and ball-sack bounce and jiggle around as he danced and pranced really was a turn on and I did get an erection. As he had done at the lake, TJ dared me to take off my trunks. The bubbles of the hot tub jet pumps luckily hid my embarrassing situation. He got in the tub with me. With a good deal of relaxation, we both settled down and enjoyed our soak which also gave me time to let my "boned" state subside. That night, we enjoyed a laser show at the Grand Coulee Dam on the Columbia River. TJ was totally relaxed as he sat in front of me on the grass of the viewing area. He still liked to cuddle, even at age 12. As we waited for darkness and the show to begin, he asked me to massage his shoulders and back like his mom did. I was more than willing to oblige. There was nothing alarming to anybody around us about this. For all they knew, I was a loving father showing affection to his son in an appropriate manner. And that is how I felt. For those reading this who are fathers (and chances are there are a few of you), I think you know that love of a child is about the best non-sexual feeling in the world. At least, this is my experience. TJ cuddled up to me in the cooling nighttime air as the laser show proceeded and I gently stroked his head a few times to show my affection for him. He smiled back with eyes of affection, something I have seen in other children and I call this loving expression "the look." To be honest, if I had wanted to go further with him, that night in the privacy of our hotel room, I probably could have. His bond to me was that intense and he trusted me totally. Here is why I didn't. 12-year-old boys become teenagers and, eventually, adults. What may have been erotic fun in the moment would probably not be looked as such by TJ in the future, especially in light of being sexually assaulted just five years earlier. A 12-year-old boy may be sexual, however, they do NOT have any sexuality figured out. I didn't, at that age, and neither did TJ. I enjoyed TJ like he was my son, so I had to ask myself: Why would I ever want to jeopardize our relationship by doing something unwise, at best, and very illegal, at worst? If I ever wanted to see TJ again and/or wanted our relationship to grow as he grew into manhood, the wise thing was to avoid this temptation, period. So I did the responsible thing. We got ready for bed, I tucked him in, told him I loved him "like a son" to which he answered that he loved me, too. Sweet kid! We both slept peacefully that night. TJ knew he was safe in my care and I did care for him to the point of being protective. Contentedly, I drifted off to sleep. The rest of the week was uneventful. I will conclude this writing by saying that TJ and I were so close that he cried as I was leaving him after dropping him off at his home. Had to admit, I was tearing up, also. Love has a way of doing that. TJ is now 26, as of this writing, and he is engaged to a pretty nice woman. I hope he fathers a few kids of his own and he can show them the same love I did towards him, maybe without the sexual tension I felt. We did not see each other as much after that week together because his mom got work in and moved to another county, but he called me often with the kind of news that a young boy wants to impress on that special role figure in his life. We are Facebook friends and we chat frequently, to this day. I love you, TJ. Always will. ***** Constructive comments and suggestions are always welcome. If you like what you read, here, please let me know! wrsjrm@gmail.com Will S.