Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2003 21:28:05 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Shaen-I This story was prompted by a boy I know who looks, just as I have portrayed him except for the nudity. I have never, nor do I ever intend to see him naked. I'm choosing to do a story about him separately just because I wanted to. There is a part II coming and as many parts as needed to complete the story. None of it is true, all of it is fiction, please remember that and enjoy. Hugs Tag Chapter I My neighbor Keiko caught me in the driveway after work one evening and wanted to talk. Her nephew Shaen was going to be spending a couple of weeks with her and did I remember him? I had actually been introduced to the boy not long after I had moved into the house two years before. I halfway remembered him as a small, quiet and rather cute boy but that was about it I told her that. "Well, I was wondering if you might be able to spend some time with him D. He's been lifting weights a lot, wants to play football when school starts again and frankly I don't have a lot of time to deal with him, much as I'd like to, what with my new job and all. Besides, he's been pretty sullen and a bit oppositional the past year or so and I'm not even sure how to talk to him. I'm only taking him for the two weeks because my sister doesn't have any place else for him to go while she's on the mainland taking some classes for her job. I know it's a lot to ask D but I could really use the help." Keiko knew that I taught martial arts, knew that, besides being an independent real estate broker, I worked with teens and that I was fairly successful with adolescent boys. Was I ever! She would have me arrested had she known. On my own behalf, I don't go after any boys, let alone straight boys. I work with lots of boys that do not share my bed and that's okay but there are boys who seem to make themselves available to me and I work with plenty of straight boys as well as gay or bi boys. In any case I told her that I would be willing to spend as much time with Shaen as he was willing and my time permitted. She thanked me saying that he would be flying in from another island on Saturday morning. So, Saturday morning I had the car at the foot of the driveway giving it it's weekly bath when Keiko pulled into her driveway next to me. Well, almost next to me. Our driveways were separated by a waist high Hibiscus hedge that runs from the street to the lava rock wall that separates our garages and continues around my entire property. Keiko exited the car and I was quite surprised at the boy who came around the back of her SUV. It was not the boy I had met briefly two years before. This one was about five foot eight, slender, and cute as all hell underneath the black ball cap worn backwards. His skin tone was a light brown that reflected some Asian and or Polynesian blood, typical of many locals. His face was sort of diamond shaped, narrow at the temple, high cheekbones being the widest point and narrowed to his chin. Large dark eyes with a very slight almond cast along with matching dark brows and lashes were the main attraction on his smooth face. His lips were on the narrow side and he had a few tiny moles, the kind that were almost freckles, as they were not elevated. There was one mole on the left side of his face about even with the outside of his eye and level with the bottom of his nostril. On the right side there were three of them in a sort of large triangle. Keiko re-introduced us, the boy's handshake fairly gentle in my hand. He said hello but his mouth had no smile, in fact he looked almost sullen. "Boy have you grown since the last time I saw you, wow," I said with a smile. He simply nodded his head. "You might want to buddy up to D," Keiko said to the boy, "he's got a full weight set in the garage." She paused for a heartbeat then added, "And a swimming pool." To me she said, "He's weight training." "Really, going out for football?" I asked him, knowing that many schools started training as soon as school was out for the summer. "Yeah," he said. Still no smile. "I lift with a couple of my friends almost every morning." "Cool," I said back. "Tell you what, why don't you get settled in then come on over and I'll show the weights and we can talk story." He nodded his head and went to the back of the SUV to take out his luggage. Keiko smiled and rolled her eyes and I simply winked back at her and nodded my head in an, it'll be okay sort of look. About thirty minutes later Shaen came wandering back over as I was putting the finishing touches on the car. "I'll just be a second," I told him to which he responded it was okay. He walked around the Eclipse and coming back to my side said that it was a pretty sweet car. I agreed with him as I bundled all the stuff into the canvas bag I use for washing and waxing then said, "Come on, I'll show the weight set," and headed into the garage, depositing the bag on a workbench and going through an open doorway. My weight room wasn't really a room but an area occupies the area at the far end of a large covered lanai that fronts the garage and most of the house. It had a wide-open view of my entire back yard which is mostly swimming pool, gardens and shrubs all surrounded by a ten foot lava rock wall. Shaen nodded his head as he scanned the entire place and said "sweet", without a smile then went about checking out the rack of free weights. I watched him as he hefted different sized plates then put them back. He had a slender, tight little ass that moved nicely under his surf shorts, below that legs that were mostly smooth, a small amount of light brown hairs growing on his lower calves. I noticed too that the t-shirt he was wearing fit him quite well and didn't hang on him like shirt do on many teens. His biceps and forearms seemed nicely shaped as well for his age, large but not huge. I manage to get a quick glimpse at the front of his shorts and noticed that he seemed to fill them out very well. I didn't have a single clue if this boy was open to the idea of playing around, in fact his demeanor indicated quite the opposite but hey, I'd been surprised before and I was sincerely hoping that I would be surprised this time as well cause I really wanted to bed this hot looking young thing. "So," he said after checking everything out, "will I be able to use this stuff D, I mean, how's this gonna work?" "Let's go inside and get a drink," I said and headed for the sliding glass door into the kitchen. I asked him what he wanted to drink, offering a variety of non alcoholic beverages and he opted for ice water to my raspberry iced tea. "I work out in the mornings and I can also add an evening workout to my schedule. I don't allow anyone on the property if I'm not here so how does seven sound, both morning and evening?" He said that would be fine. He understood my not wanting people here when I was gone and since he'd figured that he wouldn't get any training in while he was here, what I was offering was great to him. We agreed that he would come over at seven sharp and work out for an hour or so. Any thing over and above that we would negotiate as we went along. "I have a fair amount of free time over the next few weeks Shaen," I told him, "so maybe we can hang out and do stuff, that is if you'd like to." "That would be great D. I don't know anyone and I know my auntie won't have time to drag me around so hanging out with you sounds like fun." And then he smiled. Not a big smile but the beginning of one never the less. "You know, you should smile more often Shaen, you wear it well." He blushed at that. I hadn't taken the bike out for a few day so asked if he'd like to take a cruise somewhere to which he nodded his head. I could see a smile starting at the corners of his mouth while he seemed to work hard and suppressing it. This was gonna be interesting. "So, why don't you go tell Keiko what we're doing and throw on some shoes, we don't ride with slippers. He said okay and I showed him out the front door and if the paintings on the wall of my living room caught his attention he didn't show it. I tossed on some shoes, snagged the bike key and headed out the front door myself. The bike was idling in the driveway when the boy returned and I gave him the pep talk. Sit close, don't wiggle, knees in close to me, hands on my waist. Don't have to wrap them around me but the have to be there so you can hold on to me if necessary. He nodded his head, the solemn look still adorning his cute face and I straddled the hog, put the kickstand up and motioned him to get on. He did as I had asked and once in place we headed off down the street, the pipes on the bike interrupting the usual silence of my neighborhood. We got down onto the strip, that mile long stretch of beach, hotels and tourists traps and almost immediately ran into a group of ten or so guys that I often ride with. They flashed hand signs to me and, not needing an invitation, I slid in at the end, joining the group for whatever run they were on. The first stop we made, I introduced Shaen all around and it turned out that one of the guys actually knew him, having known Shaen's father and Shaen when the latter was a young boy. His father was still in prison on drug charges so that subject wasn't discussed at all. As we headed back on the road, I noticed that the boy's hands had moved farther forward onto my abs, and that he retained a more constant pressure as opposed to before where his just let his hands rest against my rib cage. If I cracked the throttle a little bit his hands would hold tight to me, a feeling I wasn't uncomfortable with at all. We were out about four hours, stopped for lunch along the way and then headed back home. As he dismounted I noticed that the boy seemed a little bit squirmy then just took the chance and readjusted his crotch. "Balls a little mashed," I asked with a slight smile. He nodded his head. "I should have told you, when you get on the bike reach in and pull everything up just a little bit so your balls are a little more in front of your thighs instead of being between them. You probably didn't notice that most of the guys did that before climbing on." He said that he had noticed and wondered about it but didn't ask. I nodded my head and said, "With me Shaen, anytime you have a question, ask it. I won't laugh or put you down, not ever and the only way any of us learn stuff is to ask question, okay? There's no such thing as a stupid question and believe me with the boys I work with I've been asked everything " He nodded his head again and asked his first question. "Like what, what kind of questions to they ask, other boys I mean?" I explained that they ask about anything and everything from cars to music and why is something in particular the way it is, or why do people do what they do, but a lot of stuff they want to know about has to do with sex. He asked for something specific at that point. "Well, I had a thirteen year old that wanted to know why his dick was so hard every morning." Shaen finally smiled. "But boys most often want to know about their own bodies and they compare with other boy's. What's the average size of a cock, how does sperm work, how can you stop the thing from getting hard even when you don't want it to be, that sort of thing. Sometimes when a boy knows me pretty well, it gets more personal, like why does my cum smell the way it does, when will my balls start getting hairs on em, why are there hairs anyway, stuff like that." "They actually ask stuff like that?" he asked. "Oh yeah, think about it, how many times have you wondered about something but didn't ask cause it's so embarrassing. They even get to where they'll share some of their experiences with me, like how far they shot when they came the night before or how much cum they made or how many times they roped in a day." The last part got another smile from him and why not. There isn't a teenage boy alive that hasn't been proud of his ejaculatory abilities at one time or another and who doesn't have at least a passing interest in the feats of other boys. "So, no matter what, always ask, okay?" He nodded his head and said, "So, you wanna go for a swim?" "Yeah, that sounds great," he said with yet another little smile. We went through the garage and out onto the lanai where we both untied and removed shoes, then socks and standing up pulled t-shirts up over our heads and tossed them on the chaise lounges. Then the first real comparisons started and his was frickin nice. Very well defined, his chest sported small areolas and nipples and his abs were almost ripped, a well defined, clear six pac. His surf shorts hung low on his narrow hips, the front being pulled downward by the package they contained revealing his tan line and a belly that drifted nicely into his pelvic bone, the creases of his hip and pelvis very well defined. "You have a fucking awesome body Shaen," I told him. "Fuck." He had been checking me out as well and commented that my body looked pretty good too and he was right. Not to brag but I spent a lot of time working an already naturally nice body into one that people often gave a second glance or even a stare at. I'm not buffed up or anything but it's all firm and well defined. "How come you don't have a happy trail D, I thought grown guys all have em." He was referring to the trail of hair from the pubic bush to the belly button. "I keep it shaved." He thought about that a moment and asked why. I told him just cause I liked a smoother hair free look is why. "I see you're starting to grow one yourself," and I touched the sparse light colored hairs that were beginning to grow on his firm lower torso. "Yeah," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. "I like em." When I asked him if he knew why he shook his head and I explained that it was an outward sign of maturity, like facial hair. Girls have breasts boys have hair. "Obviously, there's a lot going on down there," and I pointed to his crotch, "but you can't exactly go around showing that off now can you and generally speaking you don't announce to the world when your cock and balls start to grow and you begin to produce sperm either. Think about it, remember back when you first were starting to cum and you wanted to announce it to the world cause it's really a big deal for a boy but who can you tell besides one or two of your very best friends, and sometimes not even them." He blushed again big time, which only made him cuter. "So," I went on," the hair is nature's way of confirming your sexual maturity, both to you and to the world at large. Of course it's a sort of subconscious thing but that's what it's about. I have em, I just prefer to keep em shaved." His face was returning to its' natural shade as he nodded his head and I motioned to the pool. "What do you say we get our mature bodies into the water?" and without waiting for an answer I dove in, the coolness being a shock from the eighty-six degree temperature outside. I knew that I had taken a chance with Shaen, going as far as I did, but he had asked. I just gave him a little more information than he was prepared for but the thing I have found is that once that barrier has been broken a boy will feel free to talk about stuff that he has questions about, something that boys and men don't often have the chance to do. Time would tell. We swam and played, used the diving board and just generally relaxed. We talked about life in general, nothing of any real importance, just the getting to know you thing. He didn't have a lot of friends, his mother keeping a tight rein on him, but a lot of that was choice too. Although he had quite a bit in common with most of them, he said that there just seemed to be something missing. Ooohhh I thought to myself. A primary indication orientation confusion. Interesting. I climbed out of the pool and went about trying to wring the excess water from my surf shorts and Shaen followed behind me doing the same thing. I walked over to a cupboard by my washer and dryer and pulled out two towels and went back, tossing one to Shaen, then went about toweling off. Once I had most of the excess water off I undid my surf shorts, tugged them off and casually laid them on the concrete to dry. Shaen wasn't exactly staring at me but he was doing some sideways glances probably unsure as to what I was going to do next as well as wondering what he should or could do. "Too much water, and besides I have a tan to maintain," I said to him. I was wearing dark blue boxer briefs and added, "If you weren't here I'd wouldn't wear anything. As you can tell," and I waved my arm in a panoramic move, "it' quite private. But since I have company I'll stay clothed." He nodded his head and continued to dry off. I asked if he wanted something to drink, he nodded yes and I went into the house, returning with a thermal carafe of raspberry iced tea and glasses on a tray. Shaen had elected to take his shorts off as well and was laying in the chaise lounge, wearing his boxers. I set the drinks down between us, poured us both a glass and lay down to sun. We stayed there for the better part of thirty minutes before I got up and dove into the pool again, almost losing my underwear in the process. When I surfaced on the other side I turned in time to see Shaen walking to the pool's edge and diving in. I noticed that his boxers got pulled down by the dive too but I also noticed, just before he dove in, the movement at the front of his underwear. The boy appeared to be fairly well gifted and I felt my own cock stir slightly at the thought of what might be concealed under the fabric. I did a few laps and Shaen joined in, keeping pace with me for three lengths of the pool before we both climbed out. We both went about squeezing the excess water out, the cloth of my briefs holding much more water it seemed than Shaen's boxers. We talked a little as we dried again and I thought I saw him glance at my crotch a few times but wrote it off to teenage male curiosity. It was getting on toward supper time and I asked if he was hungry and would he like a pizza and got nods to both questions. We decided what we wanted and I called it in the said he should probably let Keiko know what was up. He nodded his head and took the phone, called her and cleared it before handing the phone to me. "Is this okay D, I mean, he's been with you all day?" I assured her that it was and not to worry. "Well okay but if he gets to be a pest you send him home." I assured her I would. Shaen had heard the conversation so when I hung up he said, "She thinks I'm being a pest huh," but didn't wait for an answer instead asking, "Is it okay D? I been here all day. If you want me to go home I can." Something in his voice struck me and my heart went out to him. "No Shaen," I said softly, "you're not being a pest at all, I enjoy your company, honest. Trust me, if I need time alone, I'll let you know." He nodded his head in the affirmative. The conversation stalled at that point so I said, heading back out the door, "I'm gonna get out of these wet clothes." I picked up my towel and wrapped it around my waist then reached up underneath and tugged my underwear down then stepped out of them and proceeded to dry of my groin and butt with the towel still in place. Shaen appeared to have second thoughts and I chose to essentially not pay attention to what he was doing but concentrated on my own task. "Boy does that feel better," I said as I put my foot on a chair so I could dry farther down my leg. Shaen had elected to go along with me and got out of his boxers as well before going through the drying motions. I picked up my now dry surf shorts and tugged them on under the towel, and again, Shaen followed my lead. Once I had them fairly well in place I took the towel off which of course exposed the top of my pubic bush and, through the laces, the base of my cock. Paying attention to what I was doing I pulled them all the way up, put the Velcro fly together and tied the laces. Shaen had been watching, and as I looked up, I caught a glimpse of his hair, a dark brown, as he tucked in and laced up. I asked Shaen to bring the carafe and glasses into the house while I tossed my towel and underwear in the washer along with Shaen's things and got it started. He was walking through the door as I finished and went behind him, reveling in the sight of about two inches of his butt crack, white against the tanned skin three inches above that. "Oh my," I thought, this is gonna be interesting. "Where should I put em?" he asked, turning toward me and I pointed to a spot on the counter. "Right there Shaen, thanks." He set the tray down and I stole another glimpse at his front, the almost perfect young body, the drop in the front of his shorts so low that I could make out the very top of his pubic hair. Mine wasn't any better. Board shorts are loose to begin with but without underwear on they really tend to hang. Fortunately both Shaen and I had bodies, read that as hips and asses, that the hanging shorts looked okay on. Not in public of course but certainly in the privacy of a home. I knew well that how I looked was not lost on the boy as his eyes strayed to the front of my shorts. "How far down do you shave D?" He looked down at his own front then said, "at least a little bit of my fuzz shows but there's nothing showing on you." "Actually I do quite a bit of trimming down there..." and then the doorbell rang with the arrival of dinner interrupting that train of thought. "I'll show you what looks like sometime if you want but for now, let's eat, I'm starving." "Hey D, here's your Pizza," the delivery boy said when I opened the door. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the amount of exposed flesh I was showing and raised it again when Shaen came into view. "Pay attention Jeff," I winked at him as I handed him the cash. Jeff had been a student of mine and we had been together a couple of times so he suspected that Shaen was going to share my bed, if he hadn't already. "Want me to stop by after I get off... Work I mean?" He said with a smile. I thought about that a moment, asked him what time and when he told me I told him to call me when he got off work and I'd decide then. He smiled a big one and left. We headed for the kitchen, pizza in hand, Shaen in front of me and again I all but stared at the delicious ass before my eyes. His butt moved nicely out and away from the small of his back, two perfectly shaped orbs that begged for attention and again I felt my cock stir in my shorts. As we sat down at the kitchen counter and began devouring the grand slam pizza Shaen asked about Jeff. I told him that the boy had been a student, was still a friend and sometimes came over after work cause he didn't really have anywhere else to go except home, the last part a small lie. "That's right you teach some kinda karate or something. That's why the big kick bag is outside." I nodded my head and explained that I still taught classes at my dojo and tried to work out at least three to four times a week. "Cool. Do you think you could teach me some stuff while I'm here?" "Absolutely, I'd be glad to." He smiled again, showing off perfect pearly whites. "I'm glad we hooked up D. I was thinking this was going to be a way boring two weeks but I think now that it's gonna be great." I smiled back at him and told him I thought so too. My washing machine stopped so I went out to change the loads over then returned to the kitchen. Shaen was leaning back in his chair and I asked if he'd had enough to eat. He patted his flat, muscled belly and nodded his head so I cleaned the table off, tossing out the single piece that was left. "So, he said slowly, "how come you shave so far down," inclining his head toward my groin. I told him that I had done it on a bet once and liked how it looked so kept it that way. It took a little more upkeep of course, just like shaving a face but overall it wasn't bad. "So do you go right down into the bush or take it all off?" I chuckled and said that I kept some hairs there, pointing to the visible line, probably less than he had normally but some none-the-less. He seemed to ponder that and I knew that curiosity was almost killing him but he couldn't' find a way to ask me to see what it looked like. I gave him an out. "Say, want to hang out in the Jacuzzi a while? I'm way to full to work out and there isn't much else going on." "Sure." He got up and followed me outside where I grabbed a couple of fresh towels from cupboard. We walked over to the weight room end of the building where the Jacuzzi was and dropped our towels. I immediately began unlacing my board shorts saying, "Clothing is optional and I prefer none most of the time, especially in here, don't ask me why cause I don't know. You are free to stay clothed if you want, and I won't be bothered about it one way or the other so no worries." I let my shorts drop to the ground allowing Shaen to view my crotch if he chose to. He chose to but didn't stare, just looked at me a moment and I stepped into the water and sank down onto the seat and lay back with my arms splayed out beside me on the edge of the tub. Shaen stood at the edge a moment undecided so I closed my eyes, thinking maybe it was privacy he wanted. I heard the Velcro on his shorts come undone, then the rustle of clothing, then the noise of the water moving as he stepped down into the tub and sat down. I heard a contented sigh escape his throat so I said quietly, "Feels good doesn't it, the heat, and just relaxing in it?" He said that it did, although it was a bit strange, being naked like that with another guy and all. "I know, I was like that at one time too but you know, you get used to it and realize it's just us guys. No different than being in the changing room at a public pool really." "I spose. Or gym class either." We sat there luxuriating for a while, not saying anything and while my eyes were closed I had no idea if Shaen's were or not. I was dying to see his body but I didn't want to push things any further than I already had, although I did have one other trick up my sleeve. After about fifteen minutes I opened my eyes, saw that Shaen's were closed and looked toward his groin. Of course the water distorted everything but he did appear to be larger than average. "How are you doin Shaen," I asked. He opened his eyes and said he was feeling pretty good although it was hot. "I know, that's why I'm gonna go for a swim then maybe come back in," and with that I stood up in front of him, my cock now eye level about three feet from his face. I stepped up out of the tub, turned, and walked the few feet to the pool and dove in surfacing about half way down the pool then turning to see where Shaen was only to have him surface a few feet off to one side of me. "That feels good," he beamed, "the water feels so much cooler." I agreed with him as we both stayed in place treading water. I swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out, Shaen following fairly closely. "I think I'm done with water for awhile," I said and headed toward the Jacuzzi to pick up my towel. Shaen had been fairly close behind me and when I stood back up with my towel I caught my first quick glimpse of his body. Fucking A, it was almost glorious. He bent and got his own towel and began wiping himself down and when he did his face and hair, there it was before me. At least seven, maybe seven and a half inches of thick circumcised teenage boy cock was hanging peacefully between light brown hairless thighs, the skin a contrast to the more tanned skin on the rest of his body. The heavy balls beneath the brown sausage hung gently in their smooth bag, a small amount of hairs seeming to sprout there. His dark brown pubic patch was thick but not unruly, being fairly well confined to his taut pubic bone. He moved the towel from his face and caught me all but staring at him. "What?" he said with a little concern, looking down to see what I might be looking at. "Well, nothing unless you want to count the fact that you have the most magnificently perfect fucking body I have ever seen in my entire life." And it was true, he did. "My god look at you. You're perfect Shaen, I swear to God. You are what the ancient Greeks would have called the epitome of a male beauty." Now he really blushed. "I don't mean to embarrass you Shaen but really, you are quite magnificent." Clearly the boy was at a loss for words so he said, "Thank you D. I don't think so but thanks anyway. You're pretty buffed up yourself ya know. There's nothing to not like about your body either." I was standing arms at my side fully facing him. I wanted to gobble up his cock so badly that I could feel my own flesh starting to respond at the sight of him. "I see what you mean about your shaved hairs," he said, looking at my crotch. "It makes a nice neat little patch. It looks like your sac is shaved too, did you do your balls?" I admitted that I did and of course he was curious as hell about that and all I could say is that I liked it like that, the skin was so much more smooth and soft. He looked at me a little weird but didn't say anything as he went about finishing his drying. "I suppose it makes all your stuff look bigger without the hair there huh D? I wonder if it would make mine look bigger if I shaved." I chuckled again and told him he was already pretty big, anything bigger would scare people away. He got a little red but clearly the praise was welcomed. I decided to take a plunge since we were just standing around naked and shooting the breeze and asked, "How big does it get when it's alive?" After a little thought he replied, "Not that much really. I think it's about eight inches long and it seems to get fatter too and the head gets bigger." "Hell the head is already the size of a small child's fist Shaen I can't imagine it bigger than it is. I mean, mine gets bigger too but not much bigger than it already is, pretty much like yours I suppose." I could see his boyhood pride and joy start to thicken and rise a little as we were talked about it and that action wasn't lost on Shaen either and he wrapped the towel around his waist. I chose not to say anything but did as he did and covered myself up. We made small talk from that point on as darkness settled in. The dryer went off and I retrieved our clothes, both of us dropping our towels on the lanai and pulling on underwear and surf shorts. "Nothing like putting on underwear right out of the dryer," I said. "Damn that feels good, almost sexy don't ya think?" I asked. Shaen nodded his head in ascent, saying he felt the same way about it. "I spose I should be getting home D, I been here all day, my auntie would probably like to visit a little bit." I agreed and said I 'd see him at seven in the morning and walked him out through the garage then closed the door and locked it and went into the house just as the phone was ringing. I answered and it was Jeff wanting to know if he could come over. I told him to come ahead and fifteen minutes later he was knocking on my door. I let him in and the first thing he asked was if my cute young friend was still here. I said the Shaen had gone home and would be over in the morning to lift weights. Jeff came up to me and kissed me full on the lips, tongue and all. "God I'm so horny I can't stand it D, lets go take a shower and fuck." We went to my room and stripped then went straight into the shower, with me following Jeff and admiring his cute little ass. Jeff was sixteen, a Filipino Caucasian boy with brown skin, black hair and fucking Filipino cute. Like many Asians he wasn't terrible big, being about five foot five and slim. Below the waist he was about the same, five, five and cut but I loved having him inside of me. He was almost perfect for my tight little asshole. In the shower we went through all the regular motions, soaping each other, rinsing, fondling and sucking. I ended up fucking him in the shower, one of his favorite positions, bent over and leaning against the wall. We both came in a frenzy then washed our crotches before leaving for my bed where Jeff fucked me long and hard, driving his cock in and out of me like a piston. We changed positions about five times, moving from him being behind me and ending up with me on my back, my feet flat on his slender chest giving me leverage to move my ass and fuck him back while I jacked off. He came first, slamming hot cum up inside of me and I came before the last jet of his sperm left his balls. My cumming constricted my asshole on his cock and he screamed out, saying he was having a second orgasm. Now that was cool. After still another quick shower we sat out on the lanai, naked and drinking a bottle of wine, soft music on the outside speakers. I rarely drank and even then I restricted myself to a single glass. "So what's the story with the new boy D," Jeff asked referring to Shaen. I explained the situation briefly electing not to delve into the naked part. "Well he sure looks edible to me, are you gonna try." I told him I wasn't trying and would let things unfold however they might. "Shhhaaaa rrrrrite," he said casting me a sideways glance. We cuddled into bed about midnight and I fell asleep immediately. Chapter II I don't use an alarm cause I always wake up before I need to. Well, almost always. Hammering on the front door at seven woke me up and, tossing on a pair of boxer answered it. Shaen was standing on my doorstep, in t- shirt and surf shorts, the sullen look on his face although he looked down at my crotch. Since I was sporting a morning piss hard on I spose it would have caught almost anyone's eye. "Sorry," I said, "I was up late and overslept, common in." I told him to go ahead and wander on out and get started and I'd be there in less than five minutes. I headed back to my room, took a piss and gargles then threw on some clothes and headed outside leaving Jeff dead to the world. Outside, I started some basic stretches. Shaen asked me why and I explained that it was necessary to prevent injuries and invited him to join me, which he did. Once I felt loosened and warmed up we hit the weights for the next forty-five minutes, most of which were uneventful. There was a brief moment while I was spotting him during his bench press and of course his face was directly below my crotch. At least twice I caught him focused on the front of my shorts while he worked the two hundred fifty pound weights into the air. After the weights I ran him through some more stretches that revealed that he had chosen not to wear underwear. Doing some front seated splits I could see up the loose leg of his shorts and caught a quick shot at a wrinkly testicle. What the hell, I wasn't wearing anything under my sports shorts either. "I usually end with some laps in the pool, are you up for that Shaen?" I asked. "Sure." I pulled off my tank top as I walked to the edge of the pool, stepped out of my slipper, dropped my shorts and stood naked for just a moment before diving in and going right to work at completing at least 20 laps. At some point in the process I passed Shaen going in the opposite direction so knew that he had joined me but I had no idea if he were clothed or not. I finally finished and clung to the shallow end of the pool where Shaen was already waiting. "I couldn't keep up with you," he said to me. I didn't answer but nodded my head as I worked at catching my breath. He asked if I did laps every day and I told him that I tried to hit the pool at least five days a week. "Obviously I could use more water time," he said with a wry smile. My breath was finally close to normal and I told him that from here I sat for twenty minutes in the Jacuzzi to try and keep my shoulders loosed. I climbed out of the pool and headed to the Jacuzzi and dropped straight in, Shaen following me, as naked as the day he was born. I mostly saw his tight little butt as he stepped down in front of me but hey it's a nice view. He slid down onto the seat before turning to face me, his magnificent teenage cock already under the water. I was soaking about ten minutes when Shaen's head turned, looking behind me. "Enjoying yourselves?" Jeff's voice asked just before he came around into my field of vision. He didn't wait for an answer but went on, "I gotta get outta here D, I'll call you in a couple of days." He bent and patted my head then left and just before he reached the door he turned and said, "Remember, tonight is the last episode of the season," and then he was gone. "Last episode for what?" Shaen asked. "A show that Jeff and I watch." "What show is that?" "Just a show on Showtime." The show was Queer As Folk but I didn't want to open up that can of worms just then. "I guess Jeff spent the night." Shaen said. I explained that sometimes Jeff liked to drink and I wouldn't allow him to drive so he would stay the night. Shaen seemed to ponder that a moment, acted like he wanted to ask more questions but didn't. Fifteen minutes later I was done, said so, and stood up, stretching out like a cat right in front of Shaen and as I finished he stood up as well and much as I wanted to, I didn't look but turned and stepped up out of the Jacuzzi and walked toward the towel cupboard. I snagged a couple of towels and turned to toss one to Shaen who was about five feet away and closing. God the kid was so gorgeous, the lines of his defined muscles so clear, his bronzed skin so smooth and unblemished, water beading off of him, and that wondrous cock swaying as he walked. We both toweled off and he asked what the plan for the day was. I had appointments to show a client some houses and said that I should be back by three that afternoon and was free to do something after that. "Oh, we'll need to work out earlier than seven cause my show comes on then. Come on over when you see that I'm home and we'll do something. Meanwhile I'm starved want some breakfast?" He nodded his head so we went into the kitchen and chatted while I fixed some bacon and eggs and chopped fresh fruit. Afterwards I noticed the time and told him I needed to get going. I stood up and pulled my towel off, leaving it on the back of the chair and wandered out to pick up my work out clothes from were where I left them at poolside. Shaen followed me and when I turned, noticed that he too was naked and once again, I reveled in the sight of him. He got his clothes and put them on while I waited then followed me back into the house. We said our goodbye's and "see you later's" and he went out the front door while I headed for my shower. The afternoon took much longer than I planned and I didn't get home till almost five thirty and saw Shaen out in his aunt's front yard, almost as though he were waiting for me, which in fact he had been. I waved for him to come on over and he trotted, catching me as I stepped out of the car. "Sorry I'm late Shaen, clients." And I shrugged my shoulders. He said it was okay he was just getting a little bit concerned cause he knew I had the TV show to see. I punched in my alarm code and went in, Shaen on my tail. "I gotta change. You can go ahead and go on out or hang out in here I'll only be a sec." And I disappeared down the hall. When I came out three minutes later Shaen was in the living room, looking over my book collection which made it pretty hard to overlook the statues of David. "K-den," said heading for the back door, Shaen on my tail almost immediately. We went through the stretches then moved to the weights. I was doing some upper body stuff while Shaen was doing his leg workout which necessitated his using my simple weight bench. He was getting ready to his leg lifts with three hundred plus pounds. I happened to be changing plates on my dumbbells and turned to face the pool and subsequently the bench. The legs of Shaen's sport shorts had ridden upward, not unusual considering that his legs were going straight up and down under the weight bar. The surprise was that his cock was hanging down between his legs and the puddle cloth of the shorts, the head all but looking at me. The bugger wasn't wearing underwear. At the risk being a voyeur I moved casually off to the side and continued my workout. The time passed quickly, me finishing my sets before Shaen. I glanced at the clock mounted on the wall of the garage, decided I had plenty of time for my laps, told Shaen what I was doin and headed for the pool where I dropped my togs and dove in. About the beginning of my third lap I heard a splash and turning my head for a breath saw Shaen moving along side of me. He seemed to keep up with me until lap fifteen and slowed down while I continued to finish my workout and found Shaen sitting at the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the water. "Man I can't keep up with you D you amaze me," he said with a smile that showed off his perfectly straight white teeth, not to mention the sausage dangling easily between smooth thighs. If this kid had any modesty before yesterday he was certainly losing it rapidly. I climbed out and headed to the cupboard for towels, tossing one to Shaen and began drying off. "No Jacuzzi D?" he asked. "No time, TV show's coming on. We could maybe take a soak afterwards though." "Sounds good," he said and began drying off as well. I was hungry but not starving and asked Shaen how he was in that department. He matched me, hungry but not starving. I wrapped my towel at my waist, wandered into the kitchen and began pulling out the makings for nachos. I had Shaen open a can of refried beans and pull a jar of nachos cheese out of the cupboard. I had small lunch bags of cooked ground round in the freezer and pulled one out, threw it in the microwave then diced some onion then arranged the chips on a baking tray. The microwave beeped, I pulled the burger and dropped it out onto the chips then added the beans and onion then topped it off with the cheese and tossed it into the oven. I asked Shaen what he wanted to drink and he settled for the only thing I drink besides ice water, raspberry iced tea. We went into the living room and I clicked on the TV and got it to the show time channel that my show was on. "So what is it that we're watching?" "Well," I said, drawing the word out. "It's called Queer As Folk and it's about the gay community in Pittsburg. It originated in England about five years ago and an American version was created the following year. It's the hottest selling show on show time, has been for three years. It's drama, yet comedy and deals with quite a few issues that sexual minority people have to deal with in real life. It's like an adult soap with some themes moving through each show which means that having seen the prior shows helps to better understand what ever show you're watching." He seemed to mull that over. "If you don't want to stay I understand and won't be offended or anything if you want to go home." "Oh no D," it's cool, I was just thinking about something else is all; I'd like to watch it. Besides," he added, "we have a date in the Jacuzzi later." He seemed to catch himself then rushed on, "Well, not a date but, shoot you know what I mean." I thought then that the kid was embarrassed. The buzzer on the stove went off saving us both and I went into the kitchen and hauled back our feast and set it on the glass topped coffee in front of the sofa just as the show started. We nibbled and drank and watched Shaen seemingly caught up in all three. There were some fairly graphic scenes of nude men in sexually active positions although you never saw anything except the occasional soft cock of a male as he walked through the room. Of course it wasn't all sex but some comedy as well as drama. When it was finished and we were cleaning up from our ersatz meal Shaen asked me some questions about the show, the characters. I began explaining to him who was who and how they related to each other, at times going back to the first season. I pause and reminded him of the Jacuzzi date and headed outside, continuing the story and without breaking a beat, dropped my towel and sunk into the tub. I explained about the young blonde Justin willingly giving his virginity to the much older Brian the hedonist and the life long friendship and non-consummated relationship between Brian and Michael. As we luxuriated in the heat, I explained the basics of the other characters and some of the plot lines. I chattered on for another ten minutes or so before finally running out of steam. Shaen was quiet a moment then said, "Well, I guess it's interesting but there's just some stuff I don't get, you know, like the gay stuff. I understand that kid not wanting to live with his mother and running away and I guess you're right that you have to sort of been watching the show to understand all the stuff that's goin on." "Trudat" I responded. We were both quiet a bit as we sat there, pigeons cooing, birds whistling, palms swaying in the slight breeze of a dusky summer evening. "Can I ask you a question D?" he asked. Here it comes I figured. "You can always ask me any question you need to Shaen." "Well," he went on somewhat timidly. "With all the stuff in your living room and the TV show and all, boys spending the night and stuff, well, are you gay?" "First let me ask you a question Shaen. How would the answer to that question, whatever the answer is, how would it affect our relationship as it is right now?" "What do you mean, I'm not sure I understand." "Well no matter what I answer it's going to have some effect on how you view me, how you view us, and thus how you are around me. Let me explain." "If you're gay or think you're gay and I say I'm not, then you might not feel like you could open up to me and talk about the issue and believe me, as a teenage boy, there would be some kind of issue." "If you're not gay, and I say I am, then you're likely to wonder if all this helping you out and this being naked all the time was all a set up to get you out of your clothes and possibly end up with us having sex together." "If I say I am and you are too, or think you are, then that lends itself to me being a mentor or and "uncle" that you then feel safe to confide in, if you wish to take that chance. Or you may wish to hide the fact that you're gay because for some reason you're afraid I might want make a play for you and you don't want to have to deal with that. Or maybe you'd be afraid of actually going along with it and wouldn't know what to do or how to act or have feelings of guilt and shame and who knows what else." "So, you see Shaen, no matter how I respond, it's going to have some effect on our relationship because it's a big piece of news that can't simply be put out there without having some sort of impact." Shaen was the kind of person who pondered. This was no different. After a bit he said that he understood the question and what I meant. He said that he'd like to think nothing would change once I answered his question but admitted that it would in at least small ways and he wasn't even sure what that might be. "Well," I said slowly, "The short version is, yes, I'm gay." The long version is that this behavior," and I spread my hands to indicate the nudity, "is in no way designed to get you naked or into bed. I have straight male friends who visit and many prefer swimming or being in here without swimwear. And yes, other boys have been here as well, many of them gay and yes, they tend to go naked quite a bit. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't enjoy looking at the naked male form, I do indeed as the art work in my living room indicates. And as far a naked male forms go, yours is extraordinary, trust me I know what I'm talking about. You're gonna always have people looking at you. But if all of this information bothers you Shaen, not only do you have the choice of not participating, I will not engage in it while you're here, if that's what you need and I have no problem what so ever in going either way with it. You're a guest in my home I want and need for you to be comfortable. Of course that is if you still want to hang out." He didn't ponder much at that point. "No D, I still want to hang out and do stuff. I don't mind the being naked like this in the Jacuzzi or when you do laps, it's not like we're naked all the time. It was a little strange but I kinda like it a little, it's sort of.. Freeing I guess. I don't care about you being gay and I don't think this was a setup. I'm okay with all of it" then he added, "even you looking at my body" the last said with a small smile. I told him I appreciated his support and the fact that he was in a good space with the entire thing. We continued to soak, the outdoor speakers sending out soft vibes. I finally decided that I was heated up enough and needed to swim, informed Shaen of that as I stood up, his eyes opening to the view of my cock only a few feet away. Shaen stood as I was turning and I heard him step out of the tub right behind me, catch up with me in a few feet and match my dive into the pool, surfacing almost alongside of me. "Wow!" I said, shaking the water from my face. "What a fuckin change. Makes my dick shrivel up." Shaen laughed and said that he couldn't imagine mine shriveling up any more than his would. I gave that about a second's thought and agreed with him. "We do seem to be evenly matched." I said. We tread water, back floated, dog paddled, ducked under the water and generally just hung out enjoying the coolness and engaging in small talk. After a bit of silence Shaen said, "You know, if I'm really honest with myself, I have to admit that I sort of like looking at your body too D. And since I know it's okay to admire a guys body and that you don't mind, it makes it even more, I dunno, cool or something. And if I'm really honest I have to admit that it's kind of good that you like to look at mine. I think it sort of makes me want to stand a little straighter of something, I dunno that all sounds kinda stupid now that I say it." "No Shaen, it's not stupid at all. You've just voiced what millions of boys and men think and feel is all. Your feelings and desires of looking and being looked at are a normal occurrence but guys don't talk about it and they don't do it except in sneaky little glances. As long as you are here in my home, you have the freedom of looking and staring all you want in fact you're welcome to touch as well." We had moved to the edge and I was walking up the steps out of the pool. "What do you mean by touch D?" he asked. "Sometimes when you see a nice set of pecs or abs, haven't you ever wanted to poke it just to test its firmness, to see how hard it was?" He nodded his head admitting that he had experienced those thoughts. "Well," I went on, "here, with me you don't have to think about it you have my express permission to do it. I'm not going to think that you're gay or it's gay or sexual if you do. On the other hand, being a gay man," I said with a laugh, "I wouldn't care if it were sexual." The boy laughed at that as we stood facing each other at the edge of the pool. "You sure make things easier D, more relaxed," he said. "And that is as it should be," I told him, grabbing fresh towels and handing him one. "Out there in the world we have to wear a face. Here in the privacy of my home, we're free to be whatever we want to be without judgment from anyone." We were standing close then and I could feel the heat from his body. I spoke in a whisper, "There are few restrictions here Shaen. You get to be whom and what you want to be, to do what you want. Choosing nudity is only a small part of it." Our faces had moved closer, our eyes were locked and I swear to God the boy was going to kiss me but he caught himself. "Thanks D, I'll remember that," he said in an equally quiet voice. He stepped back a foot or so and began seriously drying himself off and I watched from the corner out of an eye while I also dried and I wasn't sure but his cock appeared to be a little higher in the air than usual. I was beginning to wonder if the boy was gay and repressing it or having some other issue about his sexuality. We finished up without much dialog and it was still pretty early. I asked Shaen what he wanted to do and since he didn't have any idea I suggested dessert and asked him if he like bread pudding. He said he'd never tried it so I suggested we toss on some clothes and since he only had his workout clothes I decided to loan him some surf shorts. I must own a dozen pair and in my bedroom I pulled a few out for him. Neither of us had yet to put on a stitch of clothes and it was interesting to watch the young teen wandering around the house and grounds and now searching through my things for shorts. He found a couple and held them up to his waist for an opinion and finally picked out a pair. He asked about underwear and said what the hell, let's take the risk and pulled on a pair without bothering about underwear. Shaen smiled and said, "What the fuck." I tossed him a t-shirt, pulled one on myself and we headed out to my car through the lanai area where our shoes were still laying. I got the bike out, loaded us both on and headed up to Kaimuki to a place that served a great double chocco bread pudding. If you're on any kind of diet it's not the dessert you would want to choose. Shaen was amazed when it was place in front of him, a huge piece with whipped cream and crisscrossed with chocolate and caramel sauce. Served warm, he was even more amazed at the taste. "This is really incredible D," he said through a mouthful. I only nodded my head. Twenty minutes later we took a round about drive to get home and I noticed that Shaen seemed to maintain a firmer grip on my waist all the time and not just when I was accelerating. Back at the house, the bike in the garage, we wandered out onto the lanai where our workout clothes where he immediately started to take off my clothes to change into his own. "You can wear those home if you want. I've gotta wash my workout clothes so there's no reason not to wash yours as well Shaen." I told him. He pondered that a moment and agreed that would be fine. There was a small lull in the conversation and I suspected that he wanted to say something but decided not to. "Well, it's getting late I spose I should get home," he said, the flat affect returning to his young face. "K-den, see you same time in the morning." He nodded his head and went back out through the garage while I went about picking up the clothes and tossing them in the washer. Chapter III I was on the lanai doing my stretches when Shaen wandered through. I had opened the garage door for him and he figured it out. "Morning D," he said as he came through the door, and added, "if you wait a sec while I change I'll stretch with you. So, I stopped. What the hell, he was going to change in front of me. Who am I to deny myself the pleasure of watching such a show from this young beauty. He tugged off his t-shirt, well my t-shirt, then undid the laces of the surf shorts and tugged them off, revealing that once again he was not wearing underwear, his wonderfully large boyhood in it's default setting before me. I doubted that I could ever get too much of that boy. I asked him what he had done after leaving the night before so he was relating that to me as he pulled on his workout T then pulled his sport shorts on before coming over to join me. After the stretches we went about our workout routines making small talk while we did our various sets. "I have to teach a class today at four if you'd like to attend. It's a beginner group of kids about your age. What do you think?" I asked him. Shaen had a few concerns but I dealt with them effectively and he finally agreed that he'd do it. We finally finished and I stripped off my clothes, depositing them on the weight bench, waiting while Shaen did the same then headed for the pool and dove in. He matched me lap for lap this time and when we finished, the look of accomplishment and it's pride confirming smile was nothing short of incredible. We climbed out of the pool and walked toward the towel cupboard, forgoing the Jacuzzi this time. As we toweled off Shaen asked me some questions about what the martial arts class would entail and I did my best to explain it to him. Towels wrapped around our waists we went inside where I poured large glasses of orange juice and went about fixing a German Pancake for breakfast while Shaen wandered into the living room and looked through my book collection and of course the statues. I popped the pancake in the oven, set the timer and joined him. "You got a lot of pretty cool books and stuff," he said. "These statues are really neat and I can't believe the size of the cock on that boy," he commented while pointing to Waking boy. "And this one," he said picking up the lovers statue. "That boy really does have the other boy's cock up inside his ass doesn't he?" I commented that he did indeed and added that it had actually happened the way we were seeing it. "What do you mean D?" he asked. I explained to Shaen about having met the model, David, when he was eighteen and here in the islands looking at property to buy. "I don't suppose you actually got to see his cock though." "As a matter of fact I did and yes, it's that big." He wanted to know how that happened and I explained briefly about having had sex with David and his partner while they were here. Shaen seemed curious, yet perplexed about that, wondering how that could have happened although he didn't really ask. "You said yesterday D that other boys have been here and like to go naked as well. Does that mean that you have sex with them too? Shaen was innocent in his curiosity, not realizing that sometimes questions like that weren't appropriate, or any of his business but the boy's naivet^Â was apparent so I took the time to explain. "Sometimes Shaen, yes, the boys who come here do want to have sex with me and I am generally willing to oblige them. I understand their need and why teenage boys often seek out older men to teach them. That doesn't mean that happens with every boy that comes here but it does happen." He gave that some thought then asked, "What about that pizza boy, did you have sex with him?" "You should know Shaen that sort of question isn't really appropriate to ask but I know Jeff pretty well and know that he wouldn't care if I admitted to you that yes, he and I have had a sexual relationship for a couple of years and yes we did thusly engage when he was here the other night." "I'm sorry d I didn't mean to pry," Shaen said, his eyes downcast. "I just find all this so. interesting I guess. I don't anything about it." I told him it was okay and put my arm around his shoulder and gave him a hug. The buzzer went off on the stove so I hopped into the kitchen, pulled out the huge pancake and set it on the countertop. Shaen's eyes about popped out of his head when he saw it. "That's a big frickin pancake D," he exclaimed, and he was right. When baked, the sides of a German pancake rise up about 4-5 inches creating a volcano look not unlike Yorkshire pudding. I pulled a plate of fresh cut fruit from the fridge and set it on the countertop then sliced the pancake in half, shoving half in Shaen's direction then sat down at the bar and we ate. I had to go to work so we discussed meeting there at my house about three thirty and we'd drive over to the dojo for the class and plan on eating something afterwards. The plan seemed to meet with his approval and we finished breakfast in relative quiet although Shaen was interested in what we'd be doing for the class. I gave him a quick run down, letting him know that his regular workout clothes would be more than satisfactory. Breakfast finished, we parted ways and spent the day making some hefty commissions off of some heftier sales.