Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2021 18:49:47 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: THE GECKO AND THE BOY NEXT DOOR   (PART 2)

THE GECKO AND THE BOY NEXT DOOR PART 2
by karcamel@tutanota.com

Part 2

1

In my own opinion, I kept my self-control admirably well that day.
Admittedly, I could not appreciate my achievement very highly, for, as
has been said, I am not the men who exploit children. I stated in my mind
that the reaction I received then was a pure primitive mistake,
Nevertheless, the matter stayed in my mind, and I could not banish it.

 Two days passed and everyday life was perfectly normal, I went to work,
came home, went for a jog, etc. The geckos had got to know each other and
seemed to enjoy each other's company. I had no idea what gender each
represented, I wondered what I would do if lizard eggs suddenly appeared
in the terrarium. Then Elvis started peeling his skin. I remembered
promising Ethan that he could come to see it when it happened.

 The thought of Ethan in my home caused me two kinds of feelings; fear
and enthusiasm. I didn't fully understand my fears because I thought it
was obvious that nothing weird would happen a second time. But I also
felt an enthusiasm, one I couldn't describe or internalize. Enthusiasm,
in turn, increased fear and created a strange spiral of emotion.

2

I met Ethan the next day, it was Friday. I was coming home from work and
had a couple of days of free time ahead. When Ethan saw me, he jumped off
the swing, even though the pace was pretty hard, and ran to me.

 "Hi Simon" he greeted me and smiled. "Did you buy a new lizard again?"

 "Heh, of course not," I laughed.

 "What do you have in that bag?" The boy asked curiously.

 "Hmm... I bought myself a little relaxing drink." my bag contained a
half-liter bottle of gin with a few cans of tonic.

 "What is a relaxation drink?"

 "Well, it's an adult drink, one that kids can't drink and some don't
even think it tastes good."

 Ethan frowned, looking pensive, and asked;

 "Could it be the same drink my mom drinks every time she comes from
work? Mom drinks something red and she smells bad after that. "

 "This isn't red, and it doesn't smell bad, but I think I know what
you mean. But guess what exciting thing is going on? "

 "Hmmm," Ethan thought seriously. "You fall asleep like a mom after
drinking your relaxation drink? I don't think it's exciting but boring
and scary. "

 "No no. There is no such thing now. This is related to lizards. Or one
of them. "

 "Wow" tell me more! "

 "Elvis is shedding his skin."

 "No way!" Ethan said full of enthusiasm. "Can I come and watch?" he
asked.

 "I have a lot of things to do at home, you know, cleaning, doing the
dishes, doing the laundry. All this has to be done when living alone.
Maybe a little later, or another day. " I replied, and I felt that
strange feeling again. Another voice in my mind said no, and another said
yes.

3

At home, I immediately grabbed the handle of the vacuum cleaner after
putting the laundry in the washing machine and filling the dishwasher,
but first I made myself a fresh Gin tonic. When all the necessary chores
had been done, I went to the shower, after which I sat down to enjoy a
drink. I had enjoyed four tasty drinks while the doorbell rang.

 I had just vacuumed the apartment and asked Ethan to leave the shoes in
the hallway, otherwise, they would bring sand in.

 The boy was wearing a red football team jersey and the same green shorts
as the previous time. I asked if he would like a drink, and I gave him a
cold lemonade from the fridge, at the same time I made myself a fifth Gin
tonic and it started to feel in my head. Ethan was on his knees in front
of the terrarium and looked at the lizard in amazement.

 The gecko looked like it had been put in a tight gray bag, and its head
peeked out from where the old skin had had its mouth. I thought the
lizard looked like it was in a condom, but I couldn't say that to the
little boy.

 I sat next to Ethan on the floor with my legs crossed. There wasn't
much to see in the terrarium, each lizard lay motionless on its own, yet
it seemed interesting to the boy, who watched relentlessly. I turned
around a bit and put a glass on the coffee table. I lifted my legs and
sat down with my knees hooked. Ethan looked at me and crawled in front of
me. He pushed my knees wider and backed to sit between them. I was in the
same situation again, the boy was in my arms, and the hem of his shorts
flowed again, revealing his narrow thighs

 We both sat on our knees hooked in front of the terrarium and watched
the motionless glass cabinet. Ethan's injured knee looked good, it had
healed so well that there was only a small scar in place of the wound.
The boy lifted his wrist over my thighs and lowered his palms to my
knees.

 I was undeniably somewhat drunk, and perhaps therefore bolder and more
thoughtless. I tried Ethan's scar with the finger of my right hand and
told him;

 "Your wound has healed well, there is hardly any trace left of this
because it wasn't stitched "

 "It wasn't even sore for very long. Fortunately, you were there. "
Ethan said without moving his gaze from the terrarium.

 I pet his knee for a moment with my index finger. Then I put my
left-hand finger on his other knee. I had a huge, almost painful boner.
My manhood squeezed against the child's lower back, but I thought he
couldn't marvel at that. If I hadn't been drinking, I hardly would have
been in it that way, but got up.

 I opened my hands and lowered my palms to his knees, squeezing them
lightly. Ethan leaned against me, still holding his hands on my knees. It
must have seemed quite natural for him to be so. I began to stroke the
boy's knees, and slowly moved my hands lower and to the side until they
pet his side thighs. My hands rose and fell between his knees and hips, I
did it slowly and as gently as possible.

 Ethan said nothing, he just leaned against me to let me touch himself. I
spread my legs and at the same time moved the boy's legs wider. I
caressed his knees again, but this time I started to move my arms lower,
along his inner thighs. At first just a little, but with each move a
little lower. Eventually, my hands were almost to his groin. As if by
accident I touched the boy's front with my thumb.

 "Mom never fondle me." Ethan sighed. The child was clearly in need of a
gentle touch and apparently didn't know what kind of devil was chasing
me.

 "It's really sad. Every child needs a touch. " I said, and I noticed
that my voice was vibrating.

 "This is nice." The boy sighed.

 I was even more encouraged. I moved my right hand to his hips, and
lifted it from there higher and higher over his belly and chest to his
shoulder, and squeezed him against myself. I moved my hand a little
higher and pet his cheek with my thumb. My other hand continued to move
on his inner thighs and now and then `accidentally' touched his crotch.

 I put my right hand lower. I caressed his chest, and under the thin
fabric of the shirt, I felt his nipple. I ran my thumb over it, and I
felt it harden. I continued to move my hand lower over his stomach. I
gently roll my hand over it, moving lower all the time.

 I felt the shirt hem on my fingers. I swung my hand slowly and calmly
but confidently under his shirt and felt his warmth. His skin was silky
soft, perfect. I tickled his navel with my index finger, and it made him
giggle. I moved my hand to his chest. I felt his hard nipples on a
perfectly flat chest. I took one between my index finger and my thumb and
squeezed just the right way that it felt but didn't hurt.

 My breathing had become heavy and I found myself panting on his neck.
Ethan stayed put, he didn't try to wriggle out of my arms, he clearly
enjoyed the situation. I didn't think his enjoyment would be erotic, but
I had come to the point where I could teach him something about it.

 With my right hand, I pinched the boy's nipples and finally dared to
lower my left all the way down, into his crotch. I made a few caressing
movements over his genitals and watched what kind of reaction it would
cause. I was surprised when Ethan raised his hips against my hand,
however, apparently, he felt this was somehow erotic.

 Just as I was bending down to kiss the boy's neck I heard the lock on
the front door start to crack. I heard the door open and there was some
rustle in the hallway.

 "Dad, are you home? I brought strawberries" Our yard grows a wild
amount of them. This summer has been a wonderfully good harvest. "

 It was my daughter. My children have the key to my apartment, and
although I had said many times that when they are coming they notify me
in advance by phone. This was not the first, and certainly not the last
time she came to my apartment this way.

 I quickly got up to stand, and moved my standing cock to a position
where it would attract as little attention as possible. However, the
erection died quickly and was not a concern.

 "Who is this little boy?" My daughter asked with a smile.

 "Uh, yeah, he's..." I started.

 "I didn't ask you, but the boy," my daughter said.

 "I'm Ethan." The boy replied.

 "Nice to meet you, Ethan. I am Christie, the daughter of that ugly old
man. "She said and laughed out loud.

 "I don't think he's ugly." Ethan excused.

"How old are you?" My daughter asked.

"I'm nine but I'll turn ten shortly before Christmas."

 "Big boy. Are you here to see the lizard?"

 "Lizards." I joined the conversation.

 "Ooh, there are two of them. Wow, Elvis is shedding his skin. You
bought him a friend, oh how sweet. Does he have a name? ". Christie
asked.

 I hadn't come to think at all that the little lizard should be given a
name. I decided to leave this to others.

 "Not yet, but you two can give him one." I said.

 There was a deep silence in the apartment as Ethan and Christie stayed
to consider the name for the lizard, I went to make a new drink for
myself at that time. I knew the momentum to do something big was gone.

 Eventually, the lizard was named Marilyn.

 Ethan went home, Christie stayed with me for a moment, then I was
alone... and drank myself drunk.

 To be continued