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After we stopped at the old factory building where Sam lived, he got out of the car, ran up to his apartment, grabbed his things from his mother, and then raced back to the car. "My mom told me to thank you again," he panted as he was buckling in.
"You're both welcome," I replied as we pulled away. I was eager to get out of there, because I didn't want to spend too much time in front of the building, just in case Gus' mother noticed that I was there and chose to make a scene. I then drove to the mall and pulled into the parking lot.
"What are we stoppin' here for?" Noah asked.
"I figured we could eat lunch at the food court. There's a Chinese and an Italian place there, so I felt you could find something you liked to eat at one or the other."
"K, that sounds good."
"Sam, after we eat, I'm going to take you to get a swimsuit, instead of using those shorts. I'm afraid they're way too baggy and might even slide off your hips after they get wet."
"K, but what will I tell my mom?"
"You can leave the swimsuit at my house for now so she won't know, because you'll only be using it when you're with us."
"But what if I get a chance to go swimmin' with someone else after you teach me?"
"Maybe later I'll be able to send it home with you, but just not yet."
"Ok, but my shorts will be dry when I get home, so won't my mom ask about that?"
"Good point, but we can wet those before you leave, seeing you won't be wearing them home."
He smiled. "Ok, and thanks. Do you have a swimsuit, Noah?"
"Yeah, Brian bought me one and it's at his house."
"So we're all gonna change there?"
"Yes, that's the plan I confirmed."
I could see Sam in the rearview mirror and noticed that he made an odd face while staring at Noah in the front seat, but I wasn't sure what it meant. I felt we could deal with it when we got to the house and I could discover what his reaction was about, but in the meantime I led the boys to the food court and asked what they wanted for lunch. They both wanted Italian, so I bought each one a slice of pepperoni pizza, along with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs for them to share, and I got each one a drink. After I carried their food to a table and got them started, I went over to the Chinese place to get something for myself.
When I returned, I sat down across from the boys and chuckled, because their mouths were covered in spaghetti sauce. I was glad I'd grabbed a bunch of napkins when I bought their meal, along with a few more from the Chinese place, because they would need to wipe the sauce off their faces before we left. Once we finished eating, I handed each of them a couple of napkins so they could do it themselves, and then I wiped off any spots they'd missed. Once that had been taken care of, we threw away the trash and headed out to the car so we could drive over to Walmart to buy a swimsuit for Sam.
Since he appeared to have the same build as Noah, I figured we'd start out with the same size I got him, and then have Sam try it on. When we began looking at his choices, he asked Noah which type of swimsuit he had, and then he picked one that was very similar, just in a different color. I took him over to the fitting room so he could try it on and told him to do it over his underwear for now. He then came out so I could see how it fit, and I decided it looked good on him, so after he took it off again, we headed to the checkout to make our purchase.
Now that they were fed and Sam had a swimsuit, I drove to my house next. "Do you own this?" Sam asked as we pulled in.
"Yes, I do."
"And it's really two houses, and he rents out the other side," Noah added.
I knew Sam was amazed by this fact, considering how he and his mother lived, as both boys followed me inside. I took the tags off his swimsuit first, and then he followed Noah and me into my bedroom when I went to get our swimsuits.
"Sam, I think it would be best if you changed in the bathroom. It's just down the hall." I said this because I wasn't sure what his reaction in the car had meant when he first learned what we were going to do.
"Noah, are you gonna change in here?"
"Yeah, we always change together."
Sam thought about this for a few seconds before he said anything else. "Then I'll change in here too."
"I don't have a problem with that, as long as you don't mind doing it, but I don't want you telling your mother about this. She may not understand, and she might even refuse to let you hangout with us any longer."
"If she asks, I'll just tell her I changed in your baf-room."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
We all began to undress, and once Noah got a glimpse of Sam's penis, he made a comment. "His dick looks funny."
I glanced over to see what he was referring to. "No, it doesn't. He's just not circumcised, like we are. All of our penises looked like his when we were born, but our parents had the extra skin removed."
"How'd they do that?" Noah followed.
"They had the doctor snip off the skin that extended beyond the knob, and then the doctor stitched the rest of the foreskin against the shaft."
"You mean like when I got a bad cut and the doctor put in stitches to close it up?" Noah continued.
"Yes, just like that. If you look closely, you can even see where that happened."
He looked down quickly. "Oh, yeah. I see now."
"Can I see?" Sam asked.
"Sure," he agreed as he turned toward Sam and thrust his hips forward. Once Sam had checked out Noah's penis, they turned toward me. "Can we see where they did it to you now?"
"Ok, but you can't tell anyone else about this."
"We won't," they both agreed.
Once they finished checking out my penis too, I made another comment. "Sam can probably pull his foreskin back so you can see his knob too, and then it would look pretty much like ours."
"Can you do that, Sam?" Noah asked, looking at his friend.
"I don't know. I've never tried. How do I do it?"
"Just grab a hold of your penis and pull the foreskin back, so it slides down the shaft. Don't force it, and only do it if it goes down easily, because I don't want it to cause any damage."
"Can you do it for me so I don't do anything wrong?"
"No, I definitely shouldn't be touching your penis."
"But I won't tell."
"Not intentionally, but you might slip and say something that will let your mom or others know what I did."
"No, I won't."
"I know you wouldn't do it on purpose, but I can't think take the chance. It's not difficult to do, but just do it carefully." I then used my finger to demonstrate what he should do next. "Just slide it down like this."
Sam followed my instructions, and I was surprised at how easily the skin slid back and allowed the head to pop out, seeing he'd said he'd never done it before. "Oh, yeah. I see now. Look, Noah. It looks just like your cock now."
"Oh, yeah. It does," Noah agreed.
"I've seen Gus' cock before too, and his looks like mine, but he doesn't have as much extra skin."
"You saw Gus' dick?"
"Yeah, we took baths together when we were little, when we stayed over with each other."
"You're right, some boys have more foreskin than others," I agreed. "It's also pretty common for boys to take baths together when they're still young, and you may end up showering with other boys at school, especially if you play sports. Just don't tell Gus, or anyone else, about what we did today, because I don't want Gus' mother to find out. If she knew, then she might cause even more trouble for me."
"I won't, but I bet Gus would like to do this too. I know I like doin' it, and I learned a bunch of stuff too. It's fun doing these things with you guys."
"I'm glad you don't have a problem with it, but unfortunately we have to keep most of what we did here a secret."
"Yeah, I know."
Now that I'd finished their Sex Ed lesson, we put on our swimsuits, a tee-shirt, and something on our feet. I then gave each boy a towel and grabbed one for myself. I was lucky that my parents had given me a four-pack of beach towels when I was in college, because they knew I liked to swim. They were identical, with stripes running from end-to-end, but each one's stripes were in a different color. The first one's stripes were blue, the next green, the third red, and the final one yellow. I let the boys pick the color they wanted, and then I grabbed one, picked up the bottle of sunscreen, and led them out to the car. Once they were buckled in, I drove to the state park.
When we arrived there, we laid out our towels in an open spot on the beach, took off our tee-shirts, and I applied sunscreen to both boys. They also helped put sunscreen on my back, and then I led them on the same walk I'd taken with Noah on our previous visit. This was to allow the sunscreen time to absorb into our skin, as well as to give our lunch a little more time to settle, and for Sam to see where everything was. When we got back, I felt we'd waited long enough, so I led them out into the shallow area to begin.
I had Noah show Sam what we did first when I first taught him, so he held his breath and squatted underwater. After Sam had also done it a few times, I had Noah show Sam how he did the same thing on his belly, while I used my hands to support him. After explaining to Sam about how he would need to roll his head when he was ready to take another breath, I had Sam practice the same thing, and he did quite well.
After I stopped doing that with Sam, I had Noah demonstrate how he used his arms and kicked his feet at the same time, and then I let Noah swim from one side of the shallow area to the other. I was with him when he started, with my hands under his belly, but then I stood up and held my hands in the air so Sam could see I was no longer helping Noah.
"Noah's really swimmin'?" he gasped, looking amazed.
"Yes, he is," I responded, just as Noah got to the other buoy.
"Wow! That was great, Noah," Sam gushed, totally impressed. "I hope I can learn to do that too."
I gave Sam his chance to try it next, and he caught on quite quickly. I didn't release him the first time, but after I had him turn around and go back in the other direction, I released him briefly as well. Sam didn't even notice that I'd done this and continued on, so it didn't seem to matter whether I had my hands under him or not. Although he didn't realize it at the time, I made sure to tell him when we stopped.
"I did the same thing to you that I'd done with Noah. I took my hands away and you did just as well without any help."
"Really. I was swimmin'?"
"Yes, you were, but don't get too cocky. You still have a lot more to learn. Both of you do," I emphasized, "so don't think you can just go out on your own without me or some other capable swimmer."
"K, we won't," they both agreed.
I continued to let them practice as I walked beside them and they began to gain more and more confidence. After doing this for a couple of hours, I told them it was time to stop for today, and I led them over to the concession stand and bought each of us a snow cone.
"Wow. That was fun and I like swimmin'," Sam gushed, bubbling over with joy.
"Me too!" Noah agreed. Both boys were sporting huge grins while at the same time attacking their snow cones.
"So do you do this on Saturday and Sunday?" Sam asked.
"No, we've only been doing this on Sunday. I think one day a week is enough, because it's quite a lengthy drive to get here."
"Yeah, ok," he agreed. "So can I come with you next week too?"
"Certainly, as long as your mom approves."
"Great. I can't wait."
When we got to the car, Noah showed Sam how he should place his towel to keep most of the water and sunscreen off the seats. Sam had no problem doing it, so we all hopped inside, buckled in, and I took off for the house.
"Man, I'm so glad my mom let me do this," Sam gushed during the drive. "I had a blast and learned how to swim too, and I learned a bunch of other stuff at your house about our cocks."
"I'm glad you had such a good time, but don't forget about keeping some of this a secret. You can't tell anyone else, not even Gus."
"Yeah, I know, and I won't," he agreed.
When we reached the house, both boys followed me to the bedroom and quickly began to strip off their swimsuits without a care in the world. Once we put on our other clothes again, I told the boys it was time for me to take them home. Sam reminded me to wet his other shorts first, which I did in the bathroom sink, and then I wrung out most of the water. He took the shorts with him as we got in the car and took off for his apartment.
Sam thanked me multiple times on the way back, as well as thanking me one final time before he got out of the car, and then he stood and waved at us as I drove off. Once I'd pulled away from his building, I looked over at Noah and spoke. "Since we're already back here, do you want me to take you back to your trailer?"
"No way! I wanna go home with you." I noticed he'd said 'go home with' me, not go to 'my house' or just 'go back with you'.
"Ok, I just thought I'd check."
"I like sleepin' with you and doin' other stuff with you too, so I don't wanna go home yet."
"That's fine with me, because I enjoy having you with me too."
When we got back to the house, I threw a meatloaf together quickly and tossed it in the oven. While it was baking, Noah and I went to the living room to see what was on TV. We caught the end of the original 'Ghostbusters' movie, and Noah got a big kick out of watching it. Before it ended, however, I had to go out and check on the meatloaf, and I also prepared a side of corn and a small salad for each of us.
Noah came out when the movie was over, and everything was ready for us to sit down and eat. "Thanks for doin' all this stuff for us today, Brian," he said before shoveling the first forkful of food into his mouth.
"You're very welcome. I enjoyed it too."
"Yeah, I liked seein' Sam's dick and learnin' all that stuff about it."
"I'm glad, but I hope you both keep that a secret."
"Yeah, we will. I can't wait till we do this next Sunday too."
"Yes, you did very well today and I was impressed. You're catching on very quickly."
"Cuz I like doin' it. I'm glad Sam's mom let him do it too, but I wish Gus' mom would let him join us."
"Yes, I feel sorry for him, but I can't go against his mother's wishes. If I did, then she could cause a lot of trouble for me."
"Yeah, I know."
When we finished our meal, we cleaned up quickly and headed into the living room to watch TV and snuggle together for a while. This was a special time for us, and I loved it as much as he did whenever we were alone. We thoroughly enjoyed each other's company while watching whatever was on the screen at the moment, and I loved wrapping my arm around him, as much as he enjoyed having me cuddle with him. When I noticed it was getting late, I told Noah it was time to shower, so he jumped off the sofa and took off for my bedroom to undress.
After we washed each other, dried off, brushed our teeth, and used the toilet, we put on clean underwear and crawled into bed. After I got settled in, Noah rolled over and snuggled against me, but then he lifted up and did something I wasn't expecting. He kissed me on the lips.
"Night, Brian. I love you," he said when he pulled away.
"I love you too, little buddy. Sweet dreams," I added before kissing him on the top of his head.
I heard him sigh as his arm draped over my belly and he rested his head on my chest. He seemed very content as I wrapped my arm around his back and held him close, and then we both drifted off to sleep.
When we awoke in the morning, we dressed quickly and then I fixed breakfast, along with packing our lunch for later. After we finished eating and had brushed our teeth, we went outside and got in the car. "Man, I can't believe how lucky I am that you're doin' all this stuff with me," Noah said as he was buckling in.
"Hey, I'm pretty lucky too," I agreed as we pulled out of the driveway.
"You are?"
"Yes, because I get to spend the weekend with you too."
After reaching his trailer, I watched as Noah got out of the car and started walking toward the door, and then Cheryl opened it and they both waved at me as I drove away. I must have driven to work on autopilot, because I didn't remember any of the trip. I was too busy thinking about the weekend and everything that had happened, since it certainly wasn't anything I would have anticipated even a few days ago.
When I said good morning to my assistant, she looked at me and smiled. "You've seemed to be in a really good mood the past few weeks. Have you found someone special?"
"Not in the romantic sense, but I've found a friend I've been doing things with and I've had a good time."
"I'm happy for you, and it's nice to see you smile and not be so serious."
"Oh, I'm still serious, especially about the job, but it's nice to get out and do other things on the weekend, rather than just worrying about what's going on here."
"Yes, I know. My kids keep me busy on the weekend, so it works about the same for me as well."
I took that as a harmless comment, rather than a suggestion that she knew it was a child, not an adult, that I'd been spending time with. I felt her comment was merely an impulsive response to let me know she understood, so I didn't spend any time worrying about what she'd said.
I worked hard all morning, although I kept one eye on the clock, since I didn't want to be late meeting Noah for lunch. When it was time to go be with him, I picked up my small cooler and headed out the door. I walked quickly to the park and saw Noah waiting for me on our bench long before I reached him. When I got close, Noah jumped up, eager to tell me about something.
"I saw Sam this mornin', and he said Gus knows that he went swimmin' with us."
"Really? Did he tell him?"
"Nah, Gus went to Sam's apartment Sunday afternoon when he thought Sam would be back from the park, and Sam's mom told him she'd let Sam go swimmin' with us."
"Oh, dear. Do you know how Gus reacted to that?"
"Yeah, Sam went down to see Gus when he got back and said Gus was really pissed."
"At Sam? At us?"
"Nah, at his mom. Gus told Sam that he screamed at his mom when he found out Sam went with us, and then he went to his bedroom and slammed the door. Sam said after that happened Gus' mom went to talk with his mom about what she'd done."
"Does that mean Sam won't be able to go with us again?"
"Nah, he said his mom didn't have a problem with him goin', cuz he said he had a great time and can swim now."
"Did he say anything else?"
"Yeah, he said his mom asked him where he changed, and he told her he used your bathroom. Sam also said she wanted to know if anything else happened, and he told her 'no', just that he had a good time and learned how to swim."
"Ok, I'm glad to hear that, so I hope she won't stop him from doing things with us now."
"Yeah, me too."
I was pretty quiet as we ate, although Noah continued talking. I didn't hear a lot of what he said, because I was thinking about what he'd already told me. Noah suddenly got upset when I didn't respond to one of his questions, so I merely apologized and told him I was thinking about something at work. I felt it would be better to tell him a little white-lie than admit the truth, because I didn't want him saying anything about this to anyone else.
When our time together ended, I walked back to work, still wondering if there were going to be any repercussions or blow-back from this. In fact, I worried about it all week, as I continued having lunch with Noah. He never said that Sam had said anything more about what had happened, and no one confronted us about any of it either.
The closer it came to the weekend, the more nervous I became. I had no idea what was going to happen when I got to the park, or even if Sam would show up. I guess I wouldn't know until I got there Saturday morning, so I just held my breath and hoped for the best.
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-of-a-lifetime/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/all-the-worlds-a-stage/
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