Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 12:33:18 -0500 From: beanboycard@goplay.com Subject: The Weeks that Changed Cale's Life, Chapter Four The following story is total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or dead is purely accidental and unintended. This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male), some of whom are under age. If you find this concept distasteful, or if it is illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop reading now. This story is dedicated to Ganymede, who writes the most complicated and interesting man/boy stories on the net. To Wishus Teglin, who wrote the best long story I've ever read, and made me fall in love with four boys. And mostly, it is dedicated to my friends and the administrators of www.boy-talk.com, the best Bulletin Board on the net for men who love and protect boys. Special friends, including my technical editor, know who they are and have my undying thanks. A copy of this story has been previewing there for some time, as are subsequent chapters. If you have comments, I go by the name of beanboy at www.boy- talk.com, and am a frequent visitor. Otherwise, you may reach me at beanboycard@goplay.com. Enjoy. The Weeks That Changed Cale's Life Chapter 4 By BEANBOY Packing to Go Home. I woke the next day with Cale in my arms. This was something I was beginning to get used to. I lay there for a while and thought about what happened the night before. This was not something I had ever thought about, sexually playing around with a boy. I figured I had to talk to him about it when he got up. I wanted to make sure he was OK. Then again, as I thought back, Cale had escalated things most of the time. Sure, I was teasing him, and I'm sure he didn't think I was doing him favors by stopping before I got him off. Then again, he'd never had an orgasm, so when he did find out, he'd probably love it all the more. I was afraid of what we were doing, but Cale seemed comfortable, and was definitely having a good time. I shrugged my shoulder. Clearly ours wasn't going to be a typical father and son relationship. I decided to get my boy up. I was already on my side and holding him tight against my body. My penis was soft, and I was relieved. I didn't want to face it right then, the moral crisis of what we'd done. Still, Cale had needed, almost craved the attention. Cale felt warm against me, as if he should be there forever. I lifted up and looked down, and Cale was soft, too. I decided to kiss his ear until he woke. This was indulging myself - I'd loved kissing his ears since he was born. They had the sweetest down on them and were made of the softest skin. I kissed Cale's ear twice. He twitched a little, but did not wake. I gave it another kiss, wetter this time. Then I sat back and stared at the tiny little hairs on Cale's ear. The spot where I'd kissed him glistened. He still didn't wake. So I leaned down and tongued his ear good. He reacted by smacking my face with his hand -- just a reflex -- then grabbing his hand and cringing. "Oops, sorry Cale! Didn't realize you'd react that way. Are you OK?" I leaned up and turned him around. He nodded. The worst was already over, and the tears that started didn't even leave his eyes. I cuddled him a bit. Then I held him back and looked into his eyes. He was now clinging to me, and smiling. I guess he liked waking up with me as well. "Yeah, Cale, I think we're going to be a good team. What do you think?" "Well, if we don't kill each other. Are you all right? I didn't mean to smack you!" "Cale, a little love tap is deserved after I almost ate your ear. You know you have really delicious ears?" I leaned down and took another big lick. He giggled and squirmed. Yeah, I loved playing with my boy. I hoped this would never end. Three days before I was a bachelor for life, or so I thought, and now I had a 85- pound cute responsibility. An imp, really! Cale turned around. He was hard. I guess the ear thing was good for him, too. "Uncle Sean? Do you think what I did last night was bad?" I knew what he meant, but responded, "What exactly do you mean, Cale?" "Well, when I licked your penis, and," he blushed and stammered, "and sucked the juice off the end." "Cale, most people in the world would think it was bad for a boy to do that to a man. And most people in the world would think it was bad that I did the same to you. And I feel weird about it, too. I know you did it because it was part of a game and because you love me. I also know that I did it because I love you. We can sit here together and decide we'll never do it again. Or we can decide that we love each other and will show that whatever way we want to." I couldn't believe this was coming out of my mouth. But I went on. "Cale, do you understand what I said?" "Yeah, I know! I heard about things in class, about bad people who hurt kids. They do what we did, right?" He had a worried look on his face. He took the hand that was caressing his hard penis and wrapped it around my waist. "No, they do worse things. Cale. They force kids to do things. You love me. But I never want you to do anything because you think I'll leave you if you don't. You could get dressed now and never show me your cute butt and I'd always take care of you. I'd even let you swim in my pool in a swimsuit. I just don't want you to feel like you have to be playing games with me for me to love you." "This is a serious discussion, Cale, and I want you to think about it all day before you respond, OK? It's like a homework assignment, but it is your new Dad giving it to you -- Your new Dad who will always love you. Look at me." Cale was looking at me, but I wanted to impress on him the seriousness of the situation. "Cale, Lets make a date to talk about this again tonight, OK?" He nodded. He wasn't blushing, and his face was serious. I thought I got my point across. "OK, let's take a shower. You want to do it together again?" I got a nod for a response, and then a grin. "Hey, don't give me your grin! You wash yourself today! We have to get out of there quick, because we have to pack all your stuff today. Don't worry, I still love you." I had detected a little frown, but Cale brightened again pretty quickly. We walked to the shower and I shaved. Cale peed, then waited, watching me closely. I finished shaving and then turned on the water. We climbed in and I washed Cale's hair, and then soaped up a washcloth and handed him the soap. We washed with no talking. Then I turned off the water, and passed out the towels. We dried and then just walked out to the bedroom to get dressed. I thought for a second that we'd come a long way. Cale was no longer very clingy. And he was comfortable being naked around me. Sure, we'd crossed a line as far as sex is concerned, but he seemed very comfortable with that - eager actually. Three days ago I would have been shocked at our behavior. But now it seemed like it was both natural and necessary. I broke our silence when we were just about dressed. "Cale, we're going to be busy today." He was just pulling his shirt over his head. "Let's sit down." We both sat on the bed. I finished buttoning my shirt. We were both in shorts and sandals. "Cale, one thing. I feel it is a little odd that you haven't cried in the last day or so. About your Dad. You're not holding back a lot, are you?" I looked him in the eyes. Cale teared up a bit. "Come on, Cale, you can talk to me." I reached over and put my arm around his shoulder. Then I put my hand under his chin and leaned over and kissed his forehead. "So, Cale, you have anything to say?" Cale cleared his throat. "Uncle Sean, I'm afraid I'm going to forget my Dad. I already haven't seen him like he was for a long time. He was in the hospital forever!" I wrapped him up in my arms and whispered in his ear. "Cale, since we're still here, we can do some things to fix that. I know we've been having fun the last day or two, but I never want that to make it so you forget your Dad. You should always remember him. Do you want a copy of that video from yesterday?" Cale nodded. His brush cut grazed my chin. "How about if we go in search for some pictures of your Dad? When we get to our house we'll frame them and put them in your room." Cale perked up a bit more. "Come on, I bet your grandmother has some in a box somewhere. Tell you what, I'll bet she has pictures of your Dad when he was your age! Here, let me wipe you up. Let's hit the bathroom." We walked in, I wiped Cale's tears, then had him blow his nose. "Hmm!" I teased, more snot. "Shall I put this with our shirts from the other day?" I held out the Kleenex. Cale giggled, I threw out the tissue, and we went downstairs. My mother was there. It was 9:00 or so. I asked her what cereal there was. She pointed to a closet. Sugar as far as the eye could see. There was just one box of unsugared cornflakes in the corner. "Cale? Get your butt over here, would you?" Cale came over, a little curious as to why I called. My mother just watched. "Which one of these do you usually eat?" Cale looked up and pointed. I don't even remember which one it was -- Sugar Coated Energy Bombs or some such. "Well, Cale, eat up today and tomorrow morning, because when we get home in Philadelphia you won't find a sugary cereal on the shelf. We'll put fruit on it though, so you'll get something sweet." Cale nodded. There was some hesitation, and then he said, "I want what you're having." Then he blushed. Maybe he didn't want to feel like he was sucking up. "I guess I have to get used to it." He shrugged. I turned, and my mother was stifling a grin. "Mom, do you have bananas?" "Behind you. They are about to bite your elbow." Well, my mother had some humor this morning. I poured us bowls of cereal, cut up some banana, and then added milk. Cale got spoons, and even Orange juice when I asked. My mother had already made coffee and was sitting at the table. One thing, the woman made very good coffee. We sat down. My mother, and with her arms crossed, said, "I can't get over how you've tamed this boy, Sean." She reached down and rubbed Cale's head. "He listens to your every word and is obeying without back talk. That will change, but I like what I see. And by the way, I approve of your cereal decision." Well, she wasn't the only one who liked rubbing Cale's head. "Also, your father went out to the U-Haul place to get some packing boxes for Cale's things. He'll be back in a bit." Cale and I started eating, then I remembered. "Mom?" I asked. "Can you find us a whole bunch of pictures of John? I want to get some framed when we get home for Cale's room. We talked about that upstairs before we came down, and Cale agrees, right Cale?" I wanted to include him in any conversation that was about his dad. "Oh, well, we've got almost nothing of the last few years, but I bet we can find something." My Mom was thinking hard. "Mom, I'd also like to enlarge a couple childhood pictures. Maybe some of me as well. While we're at it, I'm going to want some of Cale." I turned to him. "Well, I've got to put something in my office at work, don't I?" Cale nodded. His mouth was stuffed with cereal and milk was dropping down his chin. I giggled this time. My mom answered, "I think that stuff is all in a couple of boxes in that back room beyond the room you two are sleeping in. Why don't you look for it before your father comes home." So we finished, and I still had a little coffee, so I drank and raised my eyebrows as Cale cleaned off the table. I drank and said softly, as he got my bowl. "Cale, you know you don't have to be perfect for me to love you, don't you?" He stopped, and replied, "I know, I just want to do this." He then leaned down and whispered so my mom couldn't hear. "I want grandma to think you are good for me. That way she won't complain. I don't like it when she complains" I nodded and kissed his cheek. His nose wrinkled, and he said, "you smell like coffee!" I laughed. "Well, then I'll have to brush my teeth so you'll kiss me back, won't I?" I rubbed his head. Cale hesitated, then said, "No you don't!" He turned a little to see if my mother was watching, then leaned forward and gave me a smooch right on the lips. It only lasted two seconds, and then he backed away and blushed. He picked up our dishes and carried them out to the kitchen. My mother shook her head, but was smiling. "I'm going up to get dressed. I guess I don't need to worry about him destroying the place with you around." Then she left. "Cale, you done in there?" He ran back in and stopped, feet widely set and impish grin back on his face. "Come on, Cale, let's go look for some pictures. We've got a lot more work to do as well." He was obviously hoping for more fun, but shrugged. We walked upstairs and through our bedroom to the storage room. "Um, Cale, there's a lot of stuff here, and it is all your Dad's. How about we get a truck at Christmas and come back and take it back to our house? But if we run across anything you want to have now, let's set it in the other room to pack with your clothes and toys." "That sounds good." Cale's eyes were glazing over. All his Dad's stuff was evidently getting to him. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "Cale, are you sure you want to do this?" He nodded, and his voice broke a little and he replied. "Uncle Sean, I think it's important for me to help, and I know you do, but I'll probably cry once in a while. If I do, can I come over for you to hold me or kiss me?" This was the first time Cale asked to be held, except at bedtime, and he'd never asked to be kissed. He looked up at me, and I nodded, trying not to cry myself. I failed. "Only if you come over and hold me and kiss me if I cry. Is it a deal, Cale?" He nodded, and I lifted him up, hugged him tight, and kissed him on the ear a few times. That was my favorite place, until he kissed me on the lips this morning. That was amazing. I decided to ask him about it. "Cale, what made you kiss me on the lips this morning? You haven't done that since you were five, at least not to me. And it was a pretty long kiss, too! Don't get me wrong, I loved it!" I rubbed his head, and crouched, letting his feet hit the floor but ready to take him back into a hug. Cale looked up, then got a little shy. He ducked his head a bit. "I wanted to shock Grandma, and I did, didn't I?" I nodded. "I also wanted to thank you for talking to me like I'm not a kid. I'll kiss you again if you want." He was shyly hanging his head, but still kept his eyes on me. I smiled. "Cale, you can kiss me any time. Want to do it now?" He nodded his head quickly. I puckered up and he headed in and planted a pretty wet one on me. We continued for a few seconds, and I parted my lips a little, to make it wetter. Then we parted. I felt a tingling in my groin. "So, Cale, what is it you like about that." He blushed again, and looked down, so I touched him under his chin to keep his eyes on me. He smiled, then answered. "It makes my penis get hard. That always feels good. It's almost like you're making it get hard." "Cale, I didn't get hard, but I certainly felt it down there. It's pretty natural. But we can't tease our penises right now. We've got to get to work." With that we stood up, but I then slipped a hand down and slid it across the front of his shorts. He jumped and yelped. "Well, Cale, just wanted to say hello to my little friend since he popped up to say hello." He giggled. He turned around and we looked until we found the right boxes. Then we carried them in our bedroom and went through them one at a time. Cale exclaimed and laughed at his Dad in some pictures, and sometimes got quiet. Soon we had a pile of ten of John, four of me, and some of my parents as well. We also had some of Cale, but we were packing a whole album of his, so that wasn't our main goal. I slipped the pictures into my carry-on. Next we moved and packed two suitcases of clothes for Cale in his Dad's old luggage. That didn't take long. By then it was noon. We decided to go down to eat and get the boxes to pack the rest of the stuff. "First let's wash our hands, Cale. They got pretty diryt in all that old stuff." We walked in and I unzipped. "If you gotta pee, then do it first, Cale, come on, there's room." I stepped to the side, and before I whipped out my penis I looked back to see Cale come up and unzip. We both pulled out our penises and pissed for a bit. Cale looked up at me and smiled, then missed the bowl. "Cale, look at what you're doing!" Then we finished and smiled at each other. We washed our hands and went downstairs. My parents were both there. Mom was working on lunch, and my father was watching Oprah or some such. He hadn't taken to retirement well. He sat in front of the TV most days. We ate lunch as a group, and Cale described the pictures we'd found. BLTs and chips filled us up pretty well. Cale was a motor-mouth for the whole time. I turned to my father. "Well, Dad. We're going to the airport at noon tomorrow. I called yesterday, and got a ticket for Cale. Also, we've got two suitcases packed for him, and the afternoon is booked for packing Cale's other things. It doesn't look like we have a chance at playing golf, but would you like to go play miniature golf tonight?" I thought including him in this last day would be good. "Actually, that's a great idea, but I'm not feeling so hot today, and have errands of my own this afternoon. I'll take a rain check. Maybe in Philadelphia when we visit. You two can go, though. Why don't you call Alan and Dave to join?" Well, that was his longest speech since I'd shown up in town. I nodded, thinking that Cale seeing Alan again before leaving town was a good idea. Cale and I finished eating and went back upstairs. We spent two hours packing up his stuff, and threw out a lot. We packed separate boxes for books, gameboys and games, puzzles. It took quite a while. Cale wanted to keep a lot more than he needed. Then we went to pack the stuffed animals. "Uncle Sean, I don't use those anymore." Cale was dismissive of his best buddies. He was trying to act grown up. "Cale, I want to take them all. They will remind you of your Dad, and they'll remind you of the good times you had here." "But Uncle Sean, I used them when I was lonely while my Dad was in the hospital. And when I felt this house was just too boring. Grandma and granddad are nice, but they are really boring. Now that I'm with you I won't need those baby things." Cale was trying to take a stand, but I wasn't going to budge much. "Here's the compromise, Cale. I know you used those stuffed animals for more than that. All kids do. So, we'll pack and take them but when they get to our house we can keep them packed if you want. I've got tons of storage space." I changed pace a little. "You know, I still wish I'd kept my stuffed animals." I looked him in the eyes, then he nodded. We packed the animals with no more words spoken, but I thought I got my point across. We finished up and looked at each other. After a whole day of this we were covered in dust. "Well, Cale, if we're going out later, we're going to have to shower." I brushed through his hair and tons of dust came out. "See?" "And we have to take these boxes to UPS before dinner." He giggled and then coughed as he'd sucked up some of the dust. Then we went into the bathroom. It was getting to be a routine taking a shower with my boy. I undressed and turned to start the shower, but something caught me. I turned back around and noticed Cale wasn't getting undressed. I stood up, put my hands on my hips and said, "Do you want to take it separate? That's OK, you know." He just shook his head. "Well, are you going to get undressed?" He just stood there, nodding his head slowly. I walked over and grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. "Or do you want me to do the job?" He giggled. I guess that might be because I tickled him a little, but I'd got him out of his trance. So I undressed my boy. I got behind him and reached down to his shorts. I slowly undid the button and unzipped them. Then I pulled them down. There was one reason he was hesitating -- another boner for my boy. "Well, Cale, when did this happen?" I grabbed his underwear and brought them down too, and helped him out of them. He was still silent. I came around and knelt in front of him. "Cale, why are you quiet, I've done more than just see this before, you know." I wrapped his penis in my hand for emphasis. He looked up at me and said, ""Well, we talked about not playing around until we talked about it later, and I just figured maybe I shouldn't go into the shower like this." He swallowed and continued. "But I really want to take a shower with you, and I really want you to touch it." "OK, Cale, you win." My own penis was starting to rise. "Notice that I'm touching it now? Well, I guess I couldn't follow the rules either. I'll wash it for you, because I know how much you like it. We'll still talk tonight, though, OK? Is it a deal?" His smile returned immediately, and he added a few nods. So I adjusted the shower with one hand after leading Cale over by the penis. Then I said, "Cale, let's get in there, do you still need me to hold this, or can you wait until I wash you?" "I can wait. Let's go." Cale got in first, wet down his hair and I washed it for him. Then I washed my own. Now it was time to get down to it. "Cale, do you want to go first??" Cale nodded. With the spray of the shower hitting my back I turned him around so he was facing me and soaped up my hands. Cale's head was buried by my shoulder while I soaped his back and then reached lower. I circled his cheeks with my hands, grasping them tight, then slipped my right hand in and washed the cleft of his butt. I rubbed up and down twice, then reached under and cupped his balls, tickling very carefully. Cale was starting to shudder in my arms. Then I walked my fingers up the crack of his butt and tickled his hole. He shuddered more, so I finished. I held Cale away from me and said, "Come on Cale, why don't you rinse your back and we'll do the other side?" He nodded and looked weak in the legs. We jockeyed around, Cale rinsed, then I got him in front of me again, with his back pressing against my rapidly inflating penis. I reached around Cale again and soaped up my hands. I washed his small chest and soft stomach, twirling my finger in his bellybutton. He whimpered, and his penis was standing tall. I grabbed onto his chest with my left hand, and moved my right down to the prize. Rubbing his little balls, risen high into his sac, I traveled next to his shaft. Cale was panting now. I stroked his penis twice, and then three times, and rose to circle the head three times with my soapy fingers. Cale lost control of his legs, shuddered heavily, and I had to hold him up. I was finished though. So I grabbed him with the other arm, turned him into the water, and rinsed the poor boy off. "Cale, why don't you get out of here and dry off, I think you got a little tired getting clean. You might need a little bit of a rest. Besides, I've got to get me clean now." I giggled and poked him in the ribs. He just nodded and left. And I finished up, wondering how I'd get my own erection down without giving it relief. I was smiling, though. Cale's pleasure was obvious, and I felt good. I finished up, turned off the water (but not before spraying it cold for a few seconds to help Sean junior get down to size), and stepped out to get my towel. Cale was sitting on the toilet seat wrapped up in a huge red towel. I dried, and looked at him. The glazed look was gone, and he was staring at my deflating penis. I finished and walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. "Come on Cale, we have to get these boxes to UPS." "Uncle Sean?" Cale asked me quietly. "Why didn't you let me wash you?" "Well, Cale, I thought you were going to fall down in there, you were so excited. I just didn't think you had it in you. Hey!" I bent down to the boy who hadn't even moved over to put on clothes. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, it's just that it felt so good, and then you stopped, and it was like the air just let out of me. Is it supposed to feel like that?" "Cale, you almost made it to an orgasm, I think. I'm a little sorry for teasing you like that, but I promise, tomorrow I'll make up for it, OK?" He nodded. "OK, let's get dressed and get these boxes loaded onto the car. We don't have much time." We both dressed and went downstairs. Cale kept staring up to me, and was right on my heels. We walked into the kitchen and found both my parents. "Hey, mom and dad, is the van available? I want to take these boxes and get them to UPS." My Dad came over and handed me the keys, and then we all walked up and brought the boxes down to load. My mother supervised, as usual. She thought she was good at it. It was surprising how much stuff a ten year old could collect. I got to the last box, and it was just Cale and I upstairs, and I said, "Cale, come over here." It was the box with his stuffed animals. "I want you to say goodbye to these guys. They've stood by you for a long time. And they won't be to our place for a week or so. Come on." I pulled one out, and it was, I kid you not, a pea pod with little peas in it! I never had toys like this when I was little. A bear, yes, and a very well- used stuffed dog. But a stuffed vegetable? Mr. Potato head was the closest I got. Cale reached out. He was in a playful mood. "Goodbye, p, see you soon." He kissed it, right on one of the ps, and put it down. Pretty soon we had all the stuffed toys out and had said goodbye to them all. To the blue and purple, crazy looking goat made of patches, to the silver bear in the bottom of the box. There was a bunny - baby blue and very cute, with a grin like he was always happy. Cale picked up a small green Kangaroo, with a tag around his neck that said, "I'm Hoby, via Iceland." "Where'd you get that, Cale?" "Well, my Dad got it from a friend who travels all over the world. He also sent me another one from the UK. I always keep them together. There was also a stuffed cloud of all things, and there was even a wise looking little owl. Cale picked up the owl, but didn't kiss it. "Uncle Sean, can I take this one with me?" "Sure, Cale, you can take a few on the plane with you. You've got plenty of room in your backpack. Go ahead, pick another." I thought that Cale would pick up the rabbit, but he nudged that aside. Then I thought he'd pick up what looked like a court jester. "Cale, you going to take the jester? Looks like he's a pretty good friend." "No, the 'Funster' has to stay to keep the others company. He always stays with the Happybunny. And with Hoby, of course. He's the one I got from the friend of my Dad's who gave me the Funster. They love it together. I think they get together and tell secrets when I'm not around." Finally Cale picked up a toy that looked really odd among the others. It was a pez container shaped like a skeleton with a raven on its shoulder. He had an axe in his hand. It was ugly. Almost scary! But it was the kind of things boys like. Gross and likely to make adults shudder. He packed it into his bag with the owl. I giggled and wrapped my arms around Cale. "Cale, I like it that you aren't pretending to be grown up anymore. We all know that the toys of our childhood are important. Wait until you see the big bear I've got in my bed!" I had an antique teddy from the 20's on my bed, though it was more of an investment than a friend, because he was an antique. We went downstairs then and got into the van and headed to UPS. It was about 5:00, and we got there at 5:10. Then we waited in line behind a lady with two little girls in tow. They were cute. They were a year or so younger than Cale, so I decided to tease him. I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Cale, which one do you think is the prettiest?" That was the wrong thing to say. Cale smacked me one, right in the gut, and stomped out. I excused myself with the people on each side and ran out. I grabbed Cale as he was starting to run and hugged him up against me. "Cale, I'm so sorry." He was crying. "Shh! Shh! I'm sorry! I never want to hurt you. Tell me what I said wrong! I'm so sorry!" Pretty soon I was crying too, with a boy in my arms and standing in the middle of the parking lot. Cale calmed down. I turned Cale to face me and looked into my eyes. "Cale. I'm sorry. I have to go now to mail the boxes. Here's the keys. I bet you want to be alone. But I'm really sorry, and I bet we have something else to talk about later, too, don't we?" Cale nodded. But he didn't take the keys. "Uncle Sean, I want to be with you. Just don't tease me about girls, OK?" He looked up at me and his long lashes were sticking together with tears. "OK, Cale, it's a deal!! Shake?" We shook hands. Miraculously, when we got back the two girls were gone and nobody had taken our place in line. We quickly got through, paying $257.35 to send the boxes across two states. When we got back to the car we both got in. Cale looked up, and I froze just a bit. "Do you want to talk now, Cale?" "Yeah!" He hesitated. "Cale, why did it bother you when I teased you about the girls? I tease you all the time and you usually just giggle!" "Well," Cale shrank back. "I like it so much when you play with my penis. And I don't like girls. And I'm afraid I might be gay. It felt like you were teasing me about that." I reached down. Cale's head was now hanging and he was staring at the floor. I lifted his chin and stared into his pretty blue eyes. "First, Cale, I will like you no matter how you turn out. You're a long ways from knowing whether you're gay or not. I like to be around you, and talk to you and play with you. I love you, too. That means's I'll do everything I can to protect you, and I'll also work my hardest to make sure you grow and develop into the best young man you can be. And I like to play with your penis, too. I've never enjoyed that before, with anyone." We stared into each others' eyes for a moment or two. "Now, come here." I grabbed him up and carried him into the back of the van among the blankets. I was strewn with old packing blankets, used to move. We sat down. "Cale, it's later. Let's talk." I held him to me. "Cale, I've thought I've been in love a few times in my life. There was a girl when I was in my late teens. There was a woman when I finished graduate school. I also had someone I liked a lot three years ago. I always thought I liked girls. But let me tell you something Cale." I moved him from where his head was tucked against my chest. I made him face me. "Cale, this is hard for me to say. I'm more in love with you than with any of those other girls. A man is never supposed to say that to a boy. I feel ashamed to say it. But I also am thrilled. I love you and want to make you happy. Not just give you a good home." I reached down, smiled, and stroked his crotch for just a second. "I want to make this guy happy too. For a long, long time." "So, I don't want you to say you're ashamed because you don't like girls. You can like whoever you want. And you have to make a decision here. If it makes you feel bad that I'm in love with you, then I'll still love you and make a great place for you to live and grow up. I never want you to feel bad because of what I feel. And no matter what we feel about this (I gave his crotch a little squeeze) I'll always take care of you." We sat there a long while, just staring at each other. Then Cale finally spoke. "Uncle Sean? I love you, too. I want to be with you, but if you think it's bad, then I still want to live with you. I don't want you to feel bad." Then he sparked up a little, and reached his hands into his lap. "But I DO want you to feel this!" I laughed. Then I grabbed Cale's shoulders, and he fell off-balance and into my lap face down. He started mouthing my penis through my pants playfully, and I kept my willpower to pull him up so we were face-to-face. "Come here." I said it quietly. "Give me a kiss." He closed his eyes and puckered, and I leaned forward and planted my lips on his. It was a wet kiss. I couldn't help it. I let loose my tongue and licked his lips just slightly while holding my lips closely to his. Then Cale's lips parted too. And I snuck my tongue out very quickly, and then ran it around just inside his lips. Cale was panting into my mouth, so I decided to get out of there. Doing this in the back of a van in a public parking lot didn't seem exactly safe. I got up and kissed Cale on the forehead. "Come on boy, we have to go home. I promise, we'll do more of this later." I grabbed him in the crotch and continued. "Especially this!" He giggled, but was laying on his back and, almost like a turtle he just couldn't get up. The more he giggled, and I helped. I little pinch here, a little tickle there. Finally I stopped and reached down my hand to help Cale up. He finally wore down and weakly held his hand up, and I pulled him into my arms, kissed him behind the ear, and was rewarded with yet another giggle. "Something tells me we could be here all day doing this Cale. But we have to go home, get something to eat, and then go play miniature golf. By the way, your grandmother is calling to invite Alan to come too, is that OK with you?" "Great!" Cale shouted as he climbed into his seat. "I can't wait! Last time I beat him by two strokes! It was great! And I didn't even cheat!" Boys sure go through the mood swings. Three minutes ago I had him gasping in passion on the floor. Then he was giggling so hard I thought he would wet his pants. Now he was a hard-charging playful and competitive boy. I wondered for a moment if I was going to be able to keep up with him for the next 10 years. I shook my head and we drove home, Cale babbling away the whole time. When we got there, Dave and Alan were already waiting. They were at the front porch just about to ring the bell. Cale piled out, and we went inside. It was about 6:30, and we decided to eat over at the miniature golf course. We'd also play video games. I wasn't very good at them, except for that golf one. I did love pinball, though. We said hello and goodbye to my parents quickly (Cale kissed them both), and then piled out into Dave's car. It was much bigger than my rental. The boys took the back seat and immediately started to wrestle with each other. I beat Dave to administering the seatbelt rule. "Cale and Alan, put on the seatbelts. Then you can poke each other within an inch of your lives if you want. But keep it down a little. Dave and I might want to be able to think up here, OK?" We drove and Dave and I talked about the weather, about growing boys, and about how to keep up with them. I told him that Cale was a bit moody with his Dad just dying, but that I thought things would work out. We got to the course in no time. The boys barreled out of the car, and were over by the clubhouse in no time. This was more than just miniature golf. There were batting cages and a huge video arcade as well. It also had a restaurant with pizza and pasta and pool tables for the adults. No alcohol except for beer and wine and only in the restaurant. Dave and I got to the boys, and I let him go first - we'd talked in the car. "Alan, Cale? We're going to eat first. Neither of you have eaten for a while, and I know Sean and I are hungry." He steered the boys and myself into the dining room. We sat down at a round table, with Cale and Dave on either side of me and Alan next to him, and then I started the discussion about the food. "OK, I'm going to order a big salad for all of us to share. Who wants what on the pizza?" Alan, you talk first." Cale frowned at me a little, and I reached forward and poked him in the ribs and smiled. He got a little jealous there, but it was quickly diffused. Alan spoke. "I like pepperoni and pineapple." Cale turned up his nose. "Cale," I said, "Your turn." "Pineapple! Yuck! But pepperoni is good, and I like sausage. Can we get pineapple only on half and maybe hot peppers on the other half?" I was proud of my boy, he was getting good at compromises. I looked at Dave and he nodded. "Ok, boys, Pepperoni on all of it, with pineapple on one half and hot peppers on the whole thing. Do you have a problem with hot peppers, Alan, they're not that hot?" He nodded that it was OK. "OK, then, hot peppers on the whole thing!" We had agreement all around, and when the waitress came by, a barely 18 year old girl, we ordered the salad, pizza, root beer for the boys, and a bottle of wine for Dave and I. I had the feeling we might need something to keep us mellow around these two dynamos. The boys drank the root beer like it was going out of style. It was a good thing we got a pitcher. And Alan and I for the most part talked about what to look for in a school system, even though I knew where I was going to send Cale, and I told him stories about our neighborhood in Philadelphia. I couldn't wait to show Cale around. The boys giggled and talked in hushed tones, probably about the merits of various video games. I was going to have to come up to speed on that subject. Also, I'd either have to take Cale to the arcade a lot (we had a few good ones nearby) or buy him a system. After all, it would be at least until the end of the summer before he found friends to share this essential part of modern childhood with. Alan looked up at me once in a while, and so did Cale. They must have been talking about me. When the salad arrived everyone dug in, though Alan just picked at his. I didn't say anything, but was secretly proud that Cale wasn't picky. Then Cale piped up. "Hey, Alan, can I have your cucumber?" Alan looked up, seemed a little shy, then said, "Nope, I'm going to eat it." Cale had subtly encouraged Alan to eat his salad. I smiled, and Cale reached over and squeezed my knee. The little devil knew exactly what he was doing! We finished with no more incident than cheese strung a foot between pizza and a boy's mouth and several bouts of giggling. We tipped heavily, then left for the miniature golf course. It was one of those that circled up and around a great big artificial hill, with three course layouts. Cale and Alan ran ahead arguing playfully about who was going to beat the other. Dave and I elbowed through them, paid for a game, then I laid down the law. "OK, guys, no swinging those clubs except at the ball, and no horsing around too much. We don't want to disturb others. I'll keep the score, and Dave will determine who goes first." Dave said, "Cale, I think you should go first because you are the youngest, then Alan, me and Sean, at least for the first hole. Then the best goes first on every other hole." Sounded good to me, and Cale set down his ball to wind up and putt after protesting that he was only youngest by two weeks. He was good. I guess he and my dad had been golfing more than I thought. It looked like I was going to have to work hard to keep in the pack. Miniature golf is all about complicated geometry, though - knowing how and where to bank your shots -- and I figured, even though I was a humanities professor, I might have an edge. We went through three holes and Cale and I were all tied. The boys were starting to get competitive, and even Dave and I were getting into it when we had a big hole. The seventh hole was a windmill. Very traditional on these courses, and I blew it twice. Cale teased me unmercifully. I pretended to pout. When I finally got it in the hole he came over and put his arm around my waist and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Sean, I'll try to only beat you by ten strokes!" He giggled, and Alan and Dave, down the way about to start the next hole turned and smiled. Cale was two strokes ahead of me already. I bent down. "Cale, how about a bet?" I whispered. "However many strokes you beat me by, that's how many strokes you get tonight. You know what kind of strokes I'm talking about. However, if I beat you, then I get to spank you by that many times." Cale knew that I just swatted enough to get him to giggle, but his eyes were wide contemplating strokes. He stopped and swallowed, and whispered really softly, "OK, but I get to choose when we do it. And how we do it!" "Agreed!" We shook, and then caught up with the others. I guess it shouldn't have mattered who won. I'd have fun no matter what, and so would Cale. But now he knew that we'd be having fun later, and he was both nervous and excited. He blew a couple shots, and screamed really loud when he hit two long putts. Alan looked at him like he was a monster on the 11th hole when he went up by four shots and did a cartwheel. Then on the 12th hole I putted true and the ball came very close to going in, making up two strokes. However, it spun out and ended up in the corner. I caught Alan staring at Cale as he went from miserable to jumping up and down in a split second. I dropped back with Cale before the next hole. I said, "Cale, I want to see some more sportsmanship here. I know we're playing for high stakes, but Alan is starting to look at you funny." I poked him in the ribs. Cale looked up at me and giggled. He grabbed me down and whispered in my ear. "My penis is hard already, and you've got to do five strokes now!" "OK, Cale, but those two are going to think you're nuts if you don't quiet a little." I giggled a little, and added in a whisper, "I'm a little hard, too." Cale did not quiet down. On the 14th hole he concentrated over his putt for about a minute. It looked like he was Tiger Woods. He was excited, but this boy could concentrate. I casually said to Dave, "I guess I've never seen Cale so competitive. Maybe it is because we've been bonding the last couple of days." I hoped I covered up. What I really felt was sorry for Alan. He wasn't into this competitive stuff, and looked at Cale like he was nuts. But on the fifteenth Cale said to him, "This is how my granddad plays, he really concentrates. And he's been teaching me!" Cale made it all right, Alan stopped looking at him funny, and I stopped worrying. He ended up six strokes ahead, but I beat the other two by a couple strokes myself. I was 8:30 when we put up the clubs, so we decided to play 30 minutes of video games. They had a racing game where all of us could race each other. I liked it that we could play together. Cale and I were on one end of the group of four machines, and he leaned over as I was putting in the coins. He whispered. "If I beat you it is another stroke, OK?" I looked up and laughed. It was obvious that I'd created a little sex- crazed monster. "Cale, only if you beat everybody, but if I win, that's one less, OK?" We ended up playing the game seven times in the next 30 minutes. Cale was a study in concentration. He beat everyone twice. I wiped out so many times learning the game that I was grateful for Alan and Dave winning a couple. But I beat everyone once, our final game. So Cale ended up ahead by seven strokes. As we left the machines and made our way back to the car, he tugged on my sleeve, giggling the whole time. I leaned down. He said, "That's seven. It's my lucky number!" I laughed out loud and rubbed his head and we walked on. Dave reached over and grabbed his boy, too, and we all continued to the car. Again, Cale and Alan played grab-ass in the back of the car, and again I told them to buckle up, and Dave turned on the radio to a talk station. He and I talked politics, and I forgot the boys for a bit. But I looked back once and they looked like conspirators. I just hoped Cale was not spilling our secrets. Then I felt bad about him having to keep secrets. I ended up confused, but still wanted to continue with what Cale and I were doing. It felt right almost all the time, and when it didn't, it wasn't because of how Cale or I felt, but how society might look at our relationship. I wasn't much of a maverick usually, but I was beginning to be on this issue. We got back and went in the house, though not before Cale and Alan hugged and said goodbye. It was about 9:30, and my mom was still up. We walked down and said goodnight, and Cale gave the obligatory kiss goodnight. Then my mother motioned to me. "Cale, go on up, get dressed for bed, and brush your teeth. I'll be up in a moment." "Sean," my mother said. "How is Cale adapting? Is he going to adjust well in his new home?" "Well, Mom, Cale is coming along. If anything, I worry about him forgetting John. He's shut it out for the most part. That's why I got those pictures. I'll blow them up and frame them at the house." "But how are you and he getting along. Are you sure you can do this? Raise a little boy?" I rose and stood right in front of my mother. She was always good at injecting doubts in my head. Which is why I visited only about twice a year since I started college twenty years ago. "Mom, Cale and I will be fine. The folks in the neighborhood will think we're a natural fit as father and son. I've already called my friend the headmistress, and he's got a place in school. Heck, we're going to the lawyer tomorrow to all but make him my son. Other than the paperwork going through with the state, which will only take three months. I'm not only not worried, I'm thrilled to death." "I'm even thinking of quitting as Department Chair so I can schedule myself a three day week with Cale at the center of it. I've got the cash, so that's not an issue, and my next book is nearly finished, which should earn me another big raise and respect that will last a long time. I can get by with writing the occasional article and speaking at the occasional conference after that. And stellar teaching, of course." "The point is that I'm incredibly happy, and you see how well we get along. He obeys, he is physically affectionate, and he even remembers his Dad and that it's OK to be sad if I remind him. We're doing about 1000% better than I ever could have imagined. Now, I have to get up and inspect his tooth brushing. Good night!" "Well, OK! See you in the morning." Why couldn't she be more positive! I climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Cale was in his bed. The sheets were pulled up to his chin and there was a pointy lump under the sheets just where his penis should be. He was evidently ready for his strokes. "What took you so long?" Cale had an impish grin on his face. "Cale, your grandmother wanted to talk. She wanted to know how you and I were getting along. So I told her you were a brat and I'd have to spank you seven times." He was a little more quiet. "Are you going to pay off on our bet?" "Cale, of course I am! And I'm going to have fun doing it. First, I've got to brush my teeth. Be out in a minute." I brushed my teeth and thought to myself. Cale was in his own bed, so maybe we weren't going to sleep together tonight. I found that I longed to hold him and was disappointed. My second thought was about why I made the bet in the first place. It was one thing to do this sex stuff on the spur of the moment. But we'd been planning this for a couple of hours. He was obviously eager, but it felt weird. Well, I also found that I was looking forward to going out there and paying him back with seven strokes. I got back in the bedroom and Cale had changed beds, but was in the exact same position, even with the funny looking boner. I turned off the main light, and then came over and stripped by the bed while Cale watched intently. "So, Cale, why'd you switch beds?" "Um, I wanted to sleep the rest of the night over here, so I thought I'd move." He giggled a little. Cale looked up at me. "Well, Cale, if I recall you get to set the rules about the strokes. Do you want me to get in bed with you now? Do you want me to turn out the light?" A little embarrassed, he said, "Yeah, turn out the light. And then get in on that side." I turned on the light and slipped in. I said, "So, how do you want those strokes, Cale?" His voice quavered. "I want them, well, on my penis, but it's not hard!" He sounded like he was about to cry. I cuddled up to Cale. I wasn't hard either, and I made sure he could feel that on his thigh. "Cale, I'm not hard either. It's not bad. But, if I remember, you looked like you had an erection under that sheet when I came in. How'd you do that?" I slipped my hand down to his groin, not waiting for his answer. I felt plastic, and quickly understood it was that Halloween Pez dispenser, with the scary skeleton on it. "Have you had this thing next to your privates the whole time?" I held it in my hand and idly stroked it, remembering the raven and axe that were on it with the skeleton. "I could get jealous of this skeleton, Cale!" I could feel Cale nod. I knew how to handle this. I put the Pez container on the table. "Well, Cale, I'll ask you how you want the strokes, but I guess we have to get it hard first, don't we? How about we take two strokes off the count for that hard work?" He nodded again. "Ok Cale, but first let me check how well you brushed your teeth. Pucker up!" I leaned over and kissed him a very wet one, with my mouth open. As his lips loosened I slipped my tongue in and we kissed more strongly. Soon Cale's tongue met mine and his breathing got more labored. We continued for a few moments, kissing long and hard. I stretched my hand down and found his now erect penis. It worked. "Well, Cale, your teeth seem clean." I got a giggle in return. "Now, how do you want these strokes?" I was already fondling him a little, and he was very hard. I was, too. I stroked his balls. I wanted to save the shaft and the head for paying off the bet. Cale spoke up. "Do I just have five strokes left? I planned on seven." "OK, Cale, seven it is." I leaned in and gave him a very wet kiss on the ear. "Well, I want two strokes with your hand, and three with your penis, and them two with your . . ." His voice died out. "Come on. I can't hear you." I whispered in his ear and kissed it again, and he shivered. Just barely audible, he said, "With your tongue." He giggled quietly, and was silent. "OK, Cale, a bet is a bet. Do you want it in that order?" I felt him nod. I brought my hand up and rubbed his belly and the soft skin of his chest. I grazed his nipples and he stiffened. "Relax. You're too excited." Then I reached down, fondled his balls again, and then slid my hand slowly up his three inch penis until I got to the head. I rubbed my finger around it, then slid my hand back down. I whispered, "One" right in his ear. His breath was now uneven, and his penis was pulsing. I repeated the maneuver, again rubbing my finger around the head. He thrust into me a bit. "Two." Then I said, right into his ear in a whisper, "No how are we going to do this?" I got up and over Cale, with our parts together, and grabbed my penis with my hand. "Cale? Do you want to guide my penis on these strokes?" He struggled to speak, and it came out very soft. "Yeah!" Before I knew it his hand was on my penis, which was leaking several drops. He grasped the shaft of my penis and then placed the head of it at the base of his. Then he slowly moved it up his shaft smearing my pre-cum all over it. He rubbed it against the head of his penis, which he held with his other hand, and then took it back down. "Three." I liked keeping count. He repeated the maneuver, and the pressure of his hand caused even more pre-cum to escape. His penis was getting coated with it, and the head of my penis was throbbing. "Four." Cale made this last one good. He stroked me twice trying to get a good grip (his hand was getting slippery) before he started this time. And he rubbed my head all over his scrotum. Then he slowly slid my penis head up his shaft, letting it leak all over him. He was as slimey as could be. Then he got to the top and rubbed the heads together for ten, maybe fifteen seconds. My breathing was now very ragged, matching Cale's, though he was concentrating hard. "Five." "Ok, Cale, I guess I have to get that cleaned up in two strokes, huh?" "Can I hold yours while you do it?" Cale asked really soft between heavy breaths. I nodded in the dark and shifted around. I then started at his balls and darted my tongue all over. He was covered with my pre-cum, somehow making the taste better, sweeter. Slowly I rose up his shaft, holding it up with my right index finger. When I got to the top I played with his foreskin, and then engulfed his head quickly. Cale's hand tightened around my penis, and I sucked in by reflex. His response was to thrust. I got a mouthful of penis. I popped my lips off of him and gasped. "Six." This last time he was really breathing hard, but I think I could do this last stroke without getting him off. It was all part of the game to keep him from having his first orgasm until we got home. I repeated as before, but there was no more of my pre-come left. I was wrong, my boy was sweeter all by himself without the added taste of my semen. I got to the top this time and wrapped my lips around the top of his shaft (but not the head) and toyed with his foreskin for seconds. Then I kissed the head, tongued, it, and Cale slid his fingers over my penis head, spreading the pre-cum. He thrust at the same time, and I swallowed him up again. I came off him, kissed the tip, and kissed all the way down to his balls. "Seven." I turned around, with my penis again pressing Cale's thigh, and said to my heaving boy, right in his ear, "So, I guess that's it, isn't it?" I kissed his ear. Cale sighed heavily. He nodded. Then he turned over and reached up and hugged me. Our penises rubbed again. "That was great! I thought I was going to die, it felt so good. Did I have an orgasm!" I reached down. His penis was still hard and still throbbing. "Nope, Cale, this wouldn't be throbbing this hard if you had. Good, you'll get your first one in Philadelphia in your new home." I kissed Cale's forehead, and let him rest his head on my chest, his penis poking my hip. My own was standing off my belly and still dripping. It felt very satisfying to have the boy in my arms, and I didn't need relief down there. I kissed him several more times on the forehead, and felt his penis deflate. Soon his chest was rhythmically rising and falling, and so was mine. We fell asleep in just that position. My sleep was dreamless.