Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 14:13:04 -0500
From: Joe Gardner <sgtxray@mail.com>
Subject: Perineum Chapter 1     first installment

I guess I better start out with all the usual warnings.  If
you are not 18 PLEASE LEAVE NOW.  The story never happened
it is all made up fiction.  It involves man and boy sex.
Therefore if you don't like this type of story
LEAVE NOW.  Enough warnings. Use your common sense too.

sgtxray@mail.com

Perineum Chapter 1

My father died when I was 24 years old.  My mother had preceded
him in death by 3 years.  Being an only child and now a semi
wealthy man I was uncertain as to just what to do.  I really had
no living relatives except for distant cousins that I didn't know
at all, and I was single.

Actually I was a single closeted gay man and scared to death as
to what to do now. I was 6ft 2 inches tall and only weighed 175lbs.
At 24 I was still asked for ID to buy cigarettes at Safeway.

So I still maintained my good looks and baby face, I always
hated in high school. Although it never hurt me from being
chased by a lot of girls which I always dated to look straight
and hide my sexuality.

I knew I was different from others as young as 6 when I started
wanting to see other boys wieners.  I even tried touching one
or two at that age without a whole lot of success.

But, in high school I learned a few tricks, after I got a new
car at age 16.  Being an only child I got just about anything I
wanted including a TV set in my bedroom when many people
didn't even have a TV set in their homes yet.  This is where
I learned the magic touch, the perineum.  Rub a guy there
while in a back rub situation and he would be hard in no
time.  This always ended up in me giving him head and some
times more.  Of course no one ever said anything to anybody
so my being gay was never found out.

Something tells me at age 24 that I still want to have sex
with the high school crowd since that is all I have really
ever enjoyed.  God, am I going to "Grow Up," or end up getting
in trouble with the law over this.  I'm not too familiar with
the laws surrounding this type of action.  It scares me as who
could I even ask about it.  No one really.  It has to be my sick
unspoken secret. God for my whole life.  I guess no one
has ever told anyone about me before.  I just hope my luck never
runs out.

I got out of the U.S. Navy that fall and decided to go south to
San Diego, California, where I had been raised.  I found very
few friends still there since I had been gone four years and
they were all married and starting families. The few true friends I
had had moved somewhere else so I didn't fit in at all.

I went to a small community out of the city near El Cajon and
bought a 3 bedroom house with an in ground pool.  It was
beautifully landscaped and I thought pretty neat at my age.
Since money was no object I decided to try writing novels and
see if I could get one published.  I had to do something and
that was one thing I thought I could do to keep from going stir
crazy.  To say the least I was lonely too.

I was startled by my door bell two days after I had settled in.
I hadn't ever heard it before. To be honest I didn't even know
I had a doorbell. When I went to the door it was the paper boy
wanting to know if I would be interested in taking the San Diego
Tribune.

I invited him in to the air conditioning as it was a really hot
day and I had been wanting something to keep up with the local
news.

He was dripping wet as my place was at the end of a long street
with no houses on it yet built any where near it.  My closest
neighbor was about two blocks down the street and currently there
was no building going on any where in the area.

I told him that yes I was interested and asked him to have a
seat on the couch and I would get both of us a cold drink.  He
was very glad to hear that.  When I returned with a coke for
each of us I noticed that he was quite the good looker.  I
hadn't been around children in so long, being in the Navy, that
I didn't realize that I was kinda turned on by his good looks.

He had light brown hair, brown eyes that looked right through
me, and was average height I guess for a 12 year old at least
that's what I guessed him to be.

"What's your name,"I asked.

He said, "Clay Summers."

I told him I hadn't known anyone by the name of Clay
before but I thought it was a cool name, trying to make
conversation.

Then I asked him his age.  He said he had just turned 12.
I then asked him where he lived.  He said about three blocks
down on Stanton Street.  I had driven by that street so I knew
where it was.

Then I asked him how many papers he delivered.  He said he had
101 right now but with me he will have 102.  He went on to add
that I would be the last house on his route since I was clear
at the end of his last street.

I thought to myself.  That's interesting maybe I could invite
him to stop for a swim after his route once in a while.  When
I asked him he said that would really be neat.  I asked if he
had seen my pool and he said no.

It has a 6 ft. board fence all the way around it, and the back
yard.  Actually the pool was separately fenced by a 3ft chain
link fence with a gate that one could lock to keep small
children from falling in.  I kept a lock on it just to be safe.
It was a combination lock so anyone knowing the combination
could go ahead and swim and lock their way out.

I stood up and told him to follow me out and I would show it
to him.  He jumped right up and followed me very happily.
When we went out the sliding door onto a covered patio he
could see the pool and said it really looked cool.  I showed
him where the lock on the gate was and told him the combination
to help make him feel important.  I had him open it and go in
and touch the water. He splashed a few times with his hand and
I could tell by his face he was very impressed.  I then led him
back out the gate and let him re-lock the gate himself.  I then
added that because of common safety measures he was never to
swim alone.

He understood fully with no further conversation
necessary. So I led him back in to the house where we once
again sat down on the couch.

He then told me he had to make out a new customer slip and asked
me my name.  I apologized for not introducing myself and told
him it was Joe Gardner.  Then I told him the address was
14102 Mayberry Street, El Cajon, CA.  Even though I was
several miles out of El Cajon I still had an El Cajon address.

"Do you want the Sunday paper it comes in the morning." he
asked me.

I answered him, "sure".

"Well that about covers all the business stuff," he said.

After a short silence that seemed like forever, I asked him if
ever had the problem that I had, when I delivered the
Tribune when I was 12 and 13.  I told him that my bicycle seat
nearly cut me in two and I was always sore just above my butt.

He said,  "Yes he was always sore after his route."

I told him I would go home sometimes and massage my Perineum
for a while and it seemed to help.

He asked me what a perineum was? I told him that was the area
behind his balls and in front of his butt.

Then I said, "Here lay over my lap on your stomach and I'll
show you."

He hesitated, but then did as I suggested. I guess I don't have
to tell you I was getting pretty horny by now with this good
looking boy sitting in his shorts right next to me.  His shorts
were blue soft material not jeans.

I scooted to the middle of the couch so he could lay with
his butt in the proper place.  I told him don't worry I won't
get too personal as that really wasn't a sexual area. Lie, lie.

When he was settled I used my middle finger, and making sure
I did not touch his balls, rubbed below them in an up and down
motion.

He said, "That really feels good."

I said,  "I always thought it did too."

Of course I didn't tell him that rubbing that area also always
gave a person a hard on you couldn't break with a hammer.  As
I continued I heard a moan come from him.

He said, "Gosh, I could lay here all day that feels so
good."

I could feel the perineum getting harder by the second
indicating he was also getting an erection grandee.  I said,
"have you had enough yet".

He said, "No please do it for a while longer".  I noticed he
was squirming around apparently trying to get his dick comfortable.
His perineum was as hard as a rock now so I knew his dick was too.
His breathing was speeding up and he kept letting out low moans.

Finally I told him that was probably enough for the first time as I
didn't want him to get sore.

He said, "Gosh! that felt so good it even gave me a woody see".
He rolled on is side to show me.

I told him, "Yes It use to do that to me too."

He then said, "Do you think if I stopped by tomorrow you could
do that for me again."

I said, "I would be glad to."  I then added for him
to bring his swim trunks and he could use the pool.

He said, "Really. Gosh! That would be so awesome.
I'm sure glad you are the last house on my route maybe I can
stop by more often."

I told him,  "Your visits would be very welcome any day."

Then I went on and told him that I was a writer and really
got bored being alone all the time.

He told me he knew what I meant because his dad died three
years ago and his mother was working two jobs,  One full time
and one part time to make ends meet.  He said he was an only
child and that he knew what lonely was too.

I said,  "Who knows maybe we can help each other out."

"Yeah, your pretty young to have all this stuff and this house".

I explained to him about my inheritance when I lost my dad and
about my mother passing away before him, so I was left with
everything my father had which was substantial.

He said he had better get going as he had to go collecting
as it was getting toward the 1st of the month and that was
when his bill was due.

I asked him if I owed him anything and he said no he would
catch me at the end of my first month.  With that he got up
with a softening woody and headed for the door.

I made no comment on his woody as I was trying to keep the
sex topic off his mind for now.  But I knew in the back of
my mind that it wouldn't stay that way long.  I did mention
to him to keep it to himself about me rubbing his perineum
for him as some one might mis-understand.

He agreed with a big smile, turned and left.  I watched him
until he rode out of sight.

I was so turned on by all of this I took my pants off and
proceeded to jack off.  I came in nothing flat and oh what
a cum that was.

Later that afternoon I decided to go to the grocery store
to pick up a few things.  It was a couple of miles to the
nearest store.  I picked up some lettuce and some fresh
vegetables and then went to the chip section.  I picked
up several bags of different types of chips that I liked
when I was 12, thinking of having them available for Clay's
future visits, which I hoped would be often.  I also picked
up some more pop of different types as all I had on hand
was Coke and I wanted to be able to offer an assortment.

I just couldn't get my mind off of Clay.  That's about all
I thought about all evening. I only wish I could bring
tomorrow afternoon sooner.  But, I knew I would have to wait.

On my way home I drove down Stanton street kinda looking for
his bike out in front of his house.  Even though I really
didn't have any idea where his house really was.  About
three quarters of the way down the street to my street, which
crossed it in another block or so, I saw the bike in front of
a house that was badly in need of repair.  The paint hadn't
been renewed in many years.  It was the most run down house
in the whole neighborhood.  I really felt bad for Clay as
I now knew that his paper route money probably helped out at
home too.  His bicycle had certainly seen better days too.

This information certainly didn't help my evening get any
better.  I had a feeling in my stomach that I just couldn't
shake.  I wanted to go over there and fix everything, but
knew that was impossible as I really didn't know the mother
...or for that matter Clay himself that well.  I guess only
time will tell.  Tomorrow is another day and I can't wait to
see him again.

When I got up in the morning I looked for the paper but then
realized the Tribune is the evening paper except on Sundays
when it comes in the morning.  Why else would he be coming in
the afternoon ... duh.  I decided to get out my laptop and see
if I could put down some ideas for a story to write.  I knew
this was just an excuse to give myself for not wanting to go
out and get a regular job.  I had all the money I would ever
need and just got lazy I guess.

I fiddled around with the computer for awhile and then decided
to watch a movie on TV. That was a great idea as all the movies
that were on I had seen twice or really didn't care to watch at
all.  TV isn't my favorite thing.  Since it was afternoon I
started channel hopping and ended up watching the Maury show.
How so many women can not know who the father of their child was,
was the theme.  They ran DNA test to see if Mr. X was the father.
So much turmoil.  After watching a couple couples and getting
bored with the whole thing the doorbell rang.  I jumped up
to go answer it turning off the TV on the way.  I knew of
only one person it could be and I couldn't wait.

When I opened the door there he stood shirtless, dripping with
sweat.  He reached in his paper bags and took out a very old
bathing suit with a big smile on his face.

I said, "I see you remembered the suit".

He replied, "That's all I've been thinking about all day Joe,
or should I call you Mr. Gardner."

I laughed and said Joe would suit me fine.  "Come on in Clay
and have a seat or better yet follow me into the kitchen and
you can have a cold drink of your choice.  He picked up a
strawberry soda can.  I thought back to when I was his age
and strawberry was one of my favorites then.

We went back into the living room and both plopped down on
the couch.  I deliberately sat toward the middle as I knew
what might be coming.

Sure enough after taking a swig out of his can of soda, he ask
me, "Joe would you mind rubbing my watta call it again.  It sure
is sore."

I said, "Sure Clay just lay like you did yesterday and I'll give
it a go."

"It's called your perineum, Clay." I reminded him.

"Oh Yea, my perineum." He giggled when he said the word.  So
he took up position and I began softly massaging it for him again.
He moaned even loader than yesterday and I noticed that his
perineum had already hardened, of course indicating that he had a
woody already.

"God Joe that feels so good."  Then he added "I'll bet it would
feel even better if you rubbed under my shorts on the skin."

I said, "That's getting kinda personal don't ya think."

He said, "With you Joe I really don't care. I just love ya
touching me anywhere."

With that kind of invitation I slid my hand down under his
underwear and over his oh so soft butt.  Now I had a woody
problem major.  As I reached his perineum he really let out a
moan of pleasure.

I decided with all the invitation and pleasure he was getting
out of it I would ask him if he knew what his prostate was.

When I asked he said, "No".  "What is a prostate, Joe."

I thought for a moment and thought, oh well they say when they
want to know just tell them straight up.

"Well Joe your prostate is a gland that makes the fluid that
goes into your balls and carries out the sperm when a man cums."
Hoping this would be enough of an answer.

Then of course he ask me, "What do you mean cums?"

I went on to explain, "Well when a man and a woman want to
make a baby the man puts his penis into the woman's Virgina
and the fluid that spurts out is called sperm.  When a
man ... have you ever heard the term at school jack off."

He spoke right up and said, "Yeah all the time, but no one ever
tells me what they are talking about."

"Well soon you will be able to make cum by rubbing your dick
up and down but right now it would only cause a dry orgasm probably."
I explained.  I went on to say I would tell more about that later.

But, going on about his prostate I told him, "As far as your
prostate goes Joe let me show you what it feels like OK."

"Sure Joe you can show me anything I won't tell anybody."  After
taking my finger out and wetting it with my mouth I reached back
under and using the lubrication rubbed over his anus.

"Oh, God Joe, that feels even better." he moaned.

I continued rubbing his anal muscle wetting my finger several
times until I had him lubed up pretty good.  By now his shorts
were down under his butt and he lifted up to slide them down
his onto his legs.  I then spread his ass with my hands and
pressed on his sphincter muscle until my finger slid in to the
first knuckle.

He let out a Wow! sound.  He said,  "It hurts a little but it
hurts so good."  He wanted me to push harder and raised his butt
to force my finger in.

When I came in contact with his prostate he all of a sudden
stiffened up and I could tell he was starting a dry orgasm as
I could feel his anal muscles contracting around my finger.
At least I thought it would be dry.  I told him to roll
on his side so I could see under him.

There was a drop of fluid on the top of his dick.  He was still
making all kinds of pleasure sounds and finally just went limp.

He said, "Gosh! I have never felt anything so good in my whole
life."

I told him I was glad he enjoyed it.  My finger was now clear in
his butt and I slowly removed it.  He sighed.  I showed
him the clear drop of fluid and told him that was his first
sperm.  He was so excited he could hardly contain himself. He
lay over on his back and let me rub the drop all over his penis.

He said, "Joe, can we do that again."

I said, "Not now Joe.  Why don't you rest a minute and then
we will put on our suits and go swimming."

He replied, "That would be so awesome. You know something Joe,
I think I love you as much as I do my mom."

I said, "That's so nice of you to say Clay and I assure you
I feel the same way about you.  I mean I do love you little
guy, a lot."  Now lets put on our suits and take a swim OK."

"Yeah, that will be so neat."

I told him to follow me into my bedroom and we would change.
So after changing in front of me with no modesty whatsoever
he followed me out to the pool where he unlocked the combination
lock and hooked it back on the gate open.  We then proceeded
to the deep end and both of us dived in, me first.  We had so
much fun in the water.  We played Marco...Polo and tossed
each other around.  I can't remember having so much fun.  I
was totally in love with this little guy.  After we finished
swimming we went back in the house where I led him to the
shower in my bathroom off my bedroom.

He said, "Is there enough room that we can shower together."

I thought for a moment and then said, "Sure, Clay I would love
to shower with my favorite boy."  That did it he hugged me until
I thought he would stop my breathing but I was hugging back just
almost as hard.

We got in the shower and I said, "Here let me soap you down."
I ran the soap from the top of his head to his
toes.  He enjoyed every minute especially when I spent extra
time on his butt, pushing my finger in to the first knuckle
a few times.  He just moaned when I did that.  I then spent
enough time on his front area that he once again had a woody
and so I soaped it in a jacking off motion which gave him
so much pleasure.  He was smiling from ear to ear the whole
time.

He then said,"My turn."  And proceeded to do the same things to me.
He put his finger in my butt as far as he could reach and pushed
it in and out a bunch of times which just made me harden into a
real hard on.  He then rubbed my woody until I shot cum all over
him and the wall.  I told him now he knew what was in store for
him soon.

He said he could hardly wait and that he never felt anything so
good.  Could we do it again.

I just said, "Sure dude, you bet."

After the shower I fixed us a snack meal because I didn't
want his mother mad at me if he didn't eat his dinner at
home.  He finally left as he had to collect again he only
had a few days to get his bill paid to the Tribune.  I
could well understand as I had done it myself for two years
when I was his age.

He mentioned on his way out, "Don't worry Joe, I will never,
ever tell anyone about what we do here."

I thanked him and told him that certainly would be the smart
thing to do as I could get into a lot of trouble if it got out.

He just said, "Don't worry, Joe"  and off he rode saying, "See
ya tomorrow, Joe."

I said,  "You bet Clay."

To be continued

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