Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2000 00:07:12 -0500 From: beanboy card Subject: The Weeks that Changed Cale's Life 5 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. To special friends, including my technical editor, who 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 there. You may reach me at beanboycard@goplay.com. Cale and I - Chapter Five Going Home By Beanboy I woke up in the middle of the night. It wasn't quite as dark as the night before because I'd opened the curtains. Cale was restless, and that was what had awakened me. Cale still had his head lying on my chest, and he had drooled into my chest hair in my sleep. He was obviously dreaming, and he was moaning just a little. Then I felt it. Not only was he humping my hip ever so slightly, his hand was clutching my hard penis. It was nice, but he wasn't able to be careful being asleep, and when he squeezed it hurt. Every once in a while his hand would spasm on me. I reached down with my right hand and replaced my penis with a couple of my fingers. It was a struggle, but it went fairly smoothly. He continued to squeeze and didn't wake up. Then I reached down with my left hand and cupped Cale's butt. I pressed him to me and helped him keep the rhythm of his dream. I kneaded his butt, and helped him thrust. He started panting, and drooling even more. Cale humped on me harder and harder, and my hand had trouble keeping up with his butt. Harder sittl and I throbbed, not realizing how exciting it was to help him reach the peak. He didn't get too frantic, but it wasn't long before he went over the top. He had an orgasm. And as he did I spewed as well, slowly, but very satisfyingly. It was lovely watching his hips thrusting, his face clenching in pleasure, feeling his hard penis thrusting against me. It moved me to orgasm as well. He groaned and bucked. It looked innocent and erotic, and I couldn't imagine I'd ever see such a beautiful sight again. Cale settled down. His breathing calmed, and he inhaled strongly once, sucking in some of the drool in his mouth. Then he let go of my fingers, and reached down with his hand and adjusted his penis, sliding his hand through my cum. He slept on. With a slow shake of his head he rolled over on his side away from me, and I rolled over with him. I wrapped my arm around him and he grabbed it with his right hand. My now throbbing penis slid in and made his butt all wet with my it the remaindr of my seed. I had reacted strongly to his display. I sighed and closed my eyes and slept well. When I opened my eyes again, it was light and Cale was already up. He was still in my arms, but he was playing with the hair on my right arm with his tongue. "Cale? How long have you been up?" He stopped, embarrassed, I think. "Not long. You were holding me so tight that I couldn't get up. like it, but I have to pee. So I thought licking your arm might wake you up." "Cale, I woke you up by licking your ear, yesterday. Don't be embarrassed; I like it! And I'm up now, so you can get up and take care of that pee thing." I started to lift my arm up. Cale turned to me, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and then grabbed my throbbing penis quickly, then let go. "Nope! You've been up the whole time!" Well, it had been pressed against his backside, so he definitely noticed. He giggled and got up and left for the bathroom. I followed and got there just as he was finishing up, and by then my erection had gone down enough so that I was able to pee myself. Cale watched, and I felt self-conscious. I finished, shook it a bit, and then turned to Cale. "Cale, turn around." He did. There was dried cum all over at the top of his butt. "Boy, oh boy, Cale, you sure need a shower." I touched him on the butt. "There's dried stuff back here all over." He turned his head trying to see, a surprised look on his face. Don't worry Cale, I think I just leaked on you while holding you in the night. Get the shower started while I shave, OK?" He just stood there as I lathered up, so I leaned down with a face full of cream and popped some onto his nose. "Well, go on!" "But you have to get in, too!" "Cale, I'm going to tell you something." I talked "Yes I do have to have a shower. Not only do you have my dried stuff all over your butt and back, but I have a huge amount of dried Cale drool right here in my chest hair." I bent down and pointed. "And let me tell you this." I leaned down and winked at him. "I'm not sure I owe you giving you an orgasm today any more." Cale looked up at me, turned his head as if he was questioning, or just didn't understand. "Does this mean you won't play with my penis later today?" "Well, maybe, Cale." (I wanted to tease some more.) "I woke up in the middle of the night, and you were pretty active. You were drooling all over me, but another part of you was going like crazy!" "What do you mean, Uncle Sean?" He still looked so innocent. "Well, Cale, you were rubbing your penis back and forth against my hip. But you were still asleep, and you were slipping all over the place. So I put my hand on your butt, and I steadied you enough that you rubbed it until you had an orgasm while you were asleep! Can you believe that?" Cale was shocked. "I did that? I had so much fun and I was still asleep? I can't believe it!" "Yeah, Cale, you were, and you should have seen your face. You were concentrating so hard I thought you were going to bite through your lip. And you were bouncing on my hip so hard I wasn't sure I was going to be able to keep you from bouncing off the bed! So, I guess I don't have to get you to have an orgasm later today because it is plain that you DO know how. "I gathered him in, because he looked confused. "Do you mean we're not going to play that way anymore?" Cale looked like he was almost crying. I was going to have to remember that he doesn't take teasing really well in the morning. I grabbed Cale's limp penis and whispered in his ear. "I was teasing you Cale. I'll be glad to touch and kiss this anytime you want. But you have to do something for me, OK?" Cale smiled, but then looked down at my soft penis, and then up at me with an impish grin. "What?" "Don't look at me that way, Cale! You have to get in there and get a shower so we can get out of this house. We're going to Philadelphia!" I almost shouted at the end, but I got him excited, and he stepped in and started scrubbing. I finished shaving and stepped into the shower just as Cale was stepping out. I my washing quick. "Hold it Cale, are you all clean?" I turned off the water and started to have another little bit of fun. "Stand up!" He was reaching for his towel and stopped. OK, turn around!" Cale turned away from me, and I grabbed his shoulders. "OK," I said, grabbing his right arm, "let's see if you got your elbows." I looked at first the right one, and then I looked at the left. "Well, you're clean so far. Now bend over." I reached down and drew my finger down the buttons of Cale's spine, then took it further. I followed down through Cale's crack while he leaned over, then circled my finger around his little pink puckered rectum. He jumped and giggled. I reached down and cupped his balls, and then stopped and drew my hand away. "Well, Cale, I think you're clean enough to eat off of." I turned and turned off the shower. "Then why don't you?" He turned around and had that sly look on his face, with just a touch of apprehension though. Then he wiggled his butt at me. I leaned down and said. "We'll wait until we're home to have that meal, Cale. You better keep clean between now and then." I winked. I couldn't believe I said that, but let it go. Then I inspected Cale's knees and feet. "Go get dressed, Cale, we've got a big day.!" Cale left reluctantly, and I went in and finished my shower. I sat there with my mind focused on Cale's butt. It was beautiful. I wasn't sure why I had drawn my fingers along his crack. I wasn't sure about much. My attraction to this boy had thrown me for a loop. Why was I so attracted? Why was I so entranced by his butt just a minute ago? Yeah, I'd fucked a woman up the butt once. It was a wild night, and it was dirty and erotic and fun, but I never saw her again. Now I thought Cale's butt was hot. What was coming over me? I finished rinsing, and got out to dry. Cale was still there, naked and waiting for me. "Cale! What are you doing just sitting there!" I was a bit more stern than I meant to be. "We need to get going. We have to pack the car. Then we have to go to the lawyers office to sign papers. Then we have to go to the airport. Have you ever flown in a plane?" I dried off and Cale scampered into the other room. I didn't really want to get on him. Just wanted to get him moving. He looked a little worried as his butt rounded the corner. I finished drying and walked in the bedroom and Cale was dressed in his shorts and was putting on a T-shirt. He wasn't looking at me. I was still naked, but I went over and tapped him on the shoulder. He took a few seconds, but turned to me. "Cale, you seem like you're mad at me. Want to talk about it?" Cale fidgeted. I knelt, and wrapped him around the waist even though he tried to squirm away. "Cale, what's wrong?" "Uncle Sean, why do we have to go to the lawyer's?" "Well, Cale." This was an easy one. "We're going to sign papers so you can come live with me. I think we may have to say a few things. I may have to swear that I'll take care of you the best way I can. Then we will have to take some papers to Philadelphia so we can get you in school. Also, so they know that I'm going to be your new father." Cale shrank back. "You're going to be my new father? But I have. . . " Cale started to break down. I wrapped him up and carried him over to the bed. Cale was dripping tears. I didn't really know what to say. "Cale, I don't know how to start. I don't ever mean I'll replace your Dad. Nobody could. But legally, we've got to make it so I have custody and full responsibility over you. You want that, don't you? Remember, what that means is that I'm going to be your adoptive father. You never have to call me 'Dad,' but I have to tell you, I'd love to call you son. I love you more than I can say." Cale gushed tears. "I love you, too, but what am I going to call you? I can't call you Dad!" "Cale, you can call me whatever you want. Why don't you start out with just 'big guy,' or something like that. We'll figure out the right words later. Just as long as we know we love each other." Cale calmed down and nodded his head. Then he got a grin on his face, that sly one again. "OK, 'big guy' is OK, but I was going to use that for this thing!" He then reached out and grabbed my penis and shook it, a little less than tenderly. We both laughed very hard. Then we got dressed. We went downstairs and my parents were at the breakfast table. They were there in their Sunday best. After all, we were going to the lawyer's office. Cale and I were dressed in shorts and T-Shirts.. "Boys," my mother exclaimed, "aren't you going to dress up for our visit to the lawyer's office?" "Mom, Mr. Marcel will be able to give us the news no matter how we're dressed. We're dressed for traveling. And that's for comfort, right, Cale?" I looked over at my buddy and he nodded hugely. We were definitely a team. We finished breakfast and then all piled into two cars. Cale and I were going straight to the airport afterwards, so we had all of our suitcases in my rental. Two big ones of his Dad's for him, my suit-bag, and a couple backpacks for carry-ons. It didn't take long to get to the lawyer's office. Mr. Marcel was there to greet us, and we hustled in to conference room. Mr. Marcel spoke first. "We have a few papers to sign, but according to the will, both Sean and Cale have to recite a few words in order to make this legal." "What words," I said. I felt a little stupid. "Well there is a script here. Are you all ready?" We all nodded. "Do you, Sean, accept this boy Cale to love with all of your heart and raise to be a good man to the best of your abilities?" I did not hesitate, though a tear fell from my eye. "Yes!" "Cale, do you take Sean to love with all of your heart, and to obey him and to trust that he will always do what is best for you?" It was almost like a church in the room. Everyone was quiet as we took our oaths. Cale said ""Yes!' enthusiastically. My parents smiled. Marcel spoke up again. "In Ohio, you are now legally binding, which means that you are legally father and son. But in Pennsylvania, the social workers will want to talk, in only a cursory way. They will want to clear this. Don't worry, I've made an appointment for someone to come out and visit tomorrow morning. Is that OK, Sean?" "No problem. Isn't it odd that a social worker comes out on a Saturday?" "Well, I had to pull some connections." The lawyer went into lecture mode. "The social worker is named Dorothy Stevens and she went to college with me. She's both a lawyer and a social worker. She works with the city, usually on foster parenting issues. What she'll be doing is inspecting the house to see that it is proper for the raising of a boy. She'll also ask you both some questions. Watch out for her, if I know Dorie, she may try to recruit you to be a foster parent." My mother would have none of that. "Sean, you have enough of a handful with Cale here, so don't even think about it." I decided to reply. "Well, I hadn't even imagined how wonderful it would be to have one boy." I rubbed Cale's head for emphasis. "Maybe another might be a great challenge. Really, I'm teasing a bit. And Cale would have to agree to anything along those lines." We chatted some more and finally made the move to leave. Cale was quiet mostly. We hugged and kissed my parents goodbye, and also made our formal farewells to Mr. Marcel. Finally we got on the road at 11:00. The plane left at 1:30, so we had plenty of time. I turned to put the keys in the ignition and Cale reached out a hand and held my arm back. "Big guy! I want to do something." I turned to him. "What is it, Cale?" He didn't say anything, but reached up and locked his lips to mine. We kissed for ten seconds or so, just lips together in tight embrace. Then he pulled away. He looked at me and smiled. "There, I just wanted to do what I felt like doing when we made our promises back there." "Cale, that was a great idea." I hugged him, kissed him on his ear, slapped his butt twice, and then let him go. "I'll give you permission to kiss me anytime! OK, now let's go to the airport. Tell me, Cale, you never answered me this morning. Have you ever flown in a plane?" "No, this is going to be the first time! Is it going to be a big plane?" "Well, Cale, it is big, but not really huge. All passenger jets are big, but there are planes a lot bigger than the one we'll be flying on. It probably will be pretty empty, too. The Cleveland to Philadelphia flight is almost always empty, and businessmen usually like flights later in the day. So, do you want to sit by the window?" We were on the road by now, and only about 15 minutes from the car rental agency. "Uh, I don't know," Cale responded. "Which is more fun?" "Cale, I like an aisle seat, but I usually work on my laptop during a flight. But I remember when I was your age I liked to look out at how far below the ground was." "OK, I'll sit by the window. Is flying in a plane scary?" "I remember my first flight when I was twelve or so, Cale. It was to go see my grandparents. I sat in the window seat and your Dad was next to me. We were scared a little at the take-off and landing. But it was really cool watching the ground from way up high." "Your Dad was leaning over me and we just looked down at the tiny houses and the mountains. That was a longer flight than we're taking, all the way to Phoenix, Arizona. Tell you what, though, we'll go on a long trip at the Christmas holidays or something. Just the two of us, OK?" "Won't we come back to Cleveland, Uncle Sean?" "We'll come here for two days and then we'll go off to some island or something. I know you like to swim, so we'll find a great beach. Maybe Jamaica, or Puerto Rico. Tell you what, we can do the research together on the internet. Do you know how to use a computer?" "Yeah! But my Dad didn't have one. I went on the computer at Alan's, and we went on the internet. We found all sorts of cool music. And Alan found a site about, um. . ." His voice trailed off. "Cale, you can tell me. I'm not going to be mad. Or are you embarrassed? Not like you have anything to be embarrassed about, since I've seen and touched almost all of you by now." I looked over, and Cale had a big grin on his face. "We went to a site that talked about beating off. It was called Boystuff, and gave all sorts of advice. That was just two weeks ago. And two days ago Alan told me about a site that had stories about boys playing with each other. Dirty stories. But we never got to look at that." I just laughed a little. "Why are you laughing Uncle Sean?" Cale wasn't embarrassed anymore after a bout of motor-mouth. "Well, I think every boy your age gets curious about what makes his penis work. I've seen a good bit of your curiosity in the last few days, as you well know! I just think it's funny that you can learn so much on the internet. In my day my friends and I would whisper to each other. Then on sleepovers we'd show off our erections." "Really? You were a kid once?" "Cale, don't go teasing an old man who can spank the living you-know-what out of your butt. We'll have to talk about this later. Look, here's where we drop off the car." Cale giggled. He had that ornery smile of his on, then we got out of the car. We went through the whole process. Paid for the car. Caught a shuttle bus with our mass of suitcases. Went up to the counter to check in our bags. I upgraded us to first class - wanted Cale to have a great time for his first ever flight, even if it was just an hour and a half long. We then headed the long way to the gate. I got us each a burger at a fast food place, and we wolfed them down with plenty of time so that we could watch the jets on the tarmac before boarding. Cale got more and more excited, and was practically bouncing off the walls by the time we went in to sit. He was impressed with the First Class business. And he turned to stare out the window the moment we sat down. "Cale, there's not much to see until we get off the ground, you know. But there should be lots of good stuff to see then. We've got clear skies until we get to Philly." "Why would that matter?" Cale turned to me and looked puzzled. He also reached down and squeezed his penis while fidgeting. "Cale, when there are clouds the plane flies so high it is over them. That can be fun to watch too!" We settled down, and the plane taxied down to the runway. We only had a little wait. "OK, Cale, looks like we're going to take off. Get ready," "Uncle Sean?" He was the shy Cale again. The boy could run through his moods faster than anyone I'd ever seen. "Will you hold my hand?" I took his hand and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and a wink. He smiled again, but his hand squeezed mine tightly as we barreled down the runway, and when the nose lifted, I felt Cale rise off his seat a little. I looked over and he was pale, but his eyes were wide as can be. We took off and he crushed my hand. Well, he'd done it in his sleep last night, so I knew the feeling. Was he scared? I didn't know. Maybe just excited. Cale turned to me, when we were near cruising altitude, and said, "I need to pee. Are there bathrooms on the plane?" "Yeah, Cale, there's one right over there. See where the Steward is standing? Just go up and get in there." "But I'm afraid, and I really need to go!" "Why are you afraid, Cale? It's just a bathroom!" "But we're a mile in the air! I might fall in!" he whispered urgently. It was my turn to giggle, but I only did it for a second. I saw Cale tearing up. The Steward came over and leaned over to ask us what we'd like to drink. I answered. "Well, I'd like a scotch, and my partner here would like a Dr. Pepper if you have it. Can I ask you something, though?" The Steward replied. "Of course, sir!" I hated being called sir, but the Steward had winked at Cale. He evidently admired beauty. I replied. "Um, I'm going to take my boy here to the bathroom, is it OK if we both go? He's never been on a plane, and he's scared, but he needs to go really bad." I could feel the heat rising in Cale's cheeks! "No problem, sir, though I'm sure you know it will be a tight squeeze." "Another thing, don't call me 'sir'. Thanks." He nodded. I led Cale the seven feet to the bathroom and we got inside and I closed and locked the door. It was a very tight fit. Cale was in front of me and almost in the little metal toilet. I leaned down and spoke into his ear. "Cale, if you need to go you're going to have to drop your pants." The plane was much louder in the bathroom, and Cale was frozen. So I reached down and unzipped and unbuckled his shorts. I dropped them to the ground and then pulled down his undies. Cale had an erection. This boy was becoming sex-crazed! "Well, Cale, do you really need to pee or did you just want to get me in here to play with it?" I had said the wrong thing. Cale teared up. "Come on, Cale, we'll get through this." I grabbed his erection with one hand, and held him around the waist with the other. I bent it towards the bowl. His body stiffened a little. "Come on, Cale, I know it is hard to pee when you have an erection." I whispered loud enough in his ear for him to hear me over the plane's engines. "Calm down. I promise I'll play with it later if you just pee!" Cale looked up at me and smiled, though his face was still flushed with embarrassment. He turned his head down for a minute, then turned back to me. That devilish grin was back. He turned back down and grunted twice, I could feel his penis throb, and then a felt a little trickle move through his urethra. "Come on, Cale, you can do it!" Then he let out a burst of pee. I could never piss with an erection. Don't know how anyone could, but Cale was shooting it out with abandon. "Cale, I think you did it." The stream hit the bowl (I was thrilled with my aim) and then slowed to a trickle. I looked down and Cale's face was lined with tears. It evidently took a great deal of effort. But he showed a little smile. "Uncle Sean, you don't have to hold it anymore." He waited a moment, then looked up at me again with that devilish grin. "Unless you want to." I let go of his penis and rubbed Cale's head. "Pull up your pants boy. We're going to save the 'mile high club' membership for our trip in December. Now, let me pee and we'll go out and enjoy the scenery." "Um, can I hold it?" Cale was surprising me by the minute. "Why do you want to do that, Cale?" "Well, you held mine!" "OK!" I whipped it out, and luckily I was not hard. I said, "Go ahead, point it in the right direction." Cale grabbed my penis with almost a feathery touch, and pointed it down. I figured I'd better pee before it got hard. His hand felt so soft and exciting. I had to concentrate hard, then my stream came and Cale had to adjust, as his aim sprayed the back of the toilet seat. We both giggled, and Cale directed the stream in the right direction. Then he made circles with my stream. "Cale, are you trying to spell your name there?" I was finished, but he didn't take his hand away and I started to get hard. "OK, Cale, I don't need to walk out into the plane with a tent in my pants. Let go and we'll go back to our seats." Cale let go and I tucked my now raging penis back into my pants. And I wiped down the back of the toilet seat. "Cale, before we go back you might want to pull up your pants." Yes, he'd been naked from the waist down the whole time. He blushed and pulled his pants up. We got back to our seats and spent the rest of the flight sipping drinks and watching out the window. It was great. Cale turned back from the lascivious little boy with the devilish grin to one full of wonder as he looked down on the hills and towns of Pennsylvania. We soon came down to land, sailing over the towering buildings of downtown Philly. I leaned over Cale and pointed a few of them out to him: Liberty Place, the Mellon Bank Building, and City Hall. I felt great deep inside. We were coming home. Then we came in for a landing and Cale grabbed my hand again. We hit the tarmac relatively softly, and Cale released his breath. I squeezed him in a huge hug. "Welcome to Philadelphia, Cale!" I kissed him on the lips. "This is our home now. I can't wait to show you our house!" We giggled with each other as the plane came in to the gate, and then we got our carry-ons and deplaned. We walked down to the baggage area, and waited a while for our luggage. Cale was a little spooked by the crowds and hung on to me desperately. "Cale, what's wrong?" I leaned down and he whispered in my ear. "I've never been in a big city. Are there muggers and bad people?" "Cale, that's the great thing about the big city. You learn to understand how people work a lot better than when you live in a small town. But really, in our neighborhood it's more like a small town. You may not figure that out right away, but it is. We all take care of each other." Cale calmed down a bit. I fluffed with his hair, and then our luggage came out of the chute. We gathered the luggage and were halfway out the door, and then I turned to Cale. "I'll bet you've never been in a taxi before, have you? Tell you what, let's bet right now whether the guy can find our house." "What do we bet?" Cale started to get out of his funk. I leaned down and whispered to him. "Tell you what, if the guy finds our house, then you have to get naked right away when we get to the house. And if he doesn't, then I have to get naked right away." "OK!" Cale winked at me. We went out and picked up the first cab. It took a bit to get the luggage in, and then I told him the address. 2nd and Scott. Then we cruised away on 95, got off at Washington, and after a couple of turns pulled up right to our door. I leaned down to Cale. I was going to tease him some more. "You have to get naked, the cab driver found the house!" We were in front of what looked like a little warehouse. This was my place. Cale tugged on my arm as we got out of the taxi. "Is this our new neighborhood?" It wasn't attractive particularly. There were row houses across the street with decorations still up from the fourth of July. Our side of the street had a few row houses and then my refurbished little warehouse. Cale might have been right to be a little wary. "Cale, believe me. You are going to love the house. Which one do you think it is?" He had no clue. He pointed every direction but the right one. Then I led him over to the unassuming door at the side of my little warehouse. The cab driver brought our bags, and I paid him off. I brought out my keys and gave them to Cale. "Would you like to do the honors, Cale?" I was ready to bust. He was going to be so excited. "No, you do it!" Cale was a little wary still. I unlocked the door and carried the luggage inside. Facing us was a wall of glass brick and a door, with a stairway to the left. I closed the door. "Well, Cale, I guess you have to pay off on the bet. Get your clothes off!" He looked up at me with a scared look, so I bent down and whispered to him. "You DO trust me, don't you Cale? Didn't the lawyer say you had to just a few hours ago? Go on, go take your clothes off and then go through that door. I guarantee you will love it." Cale was slow to obey, so I reached over and pulled up his T-Shirt. "Come on, a bet is a bet! Do I have to strip you myself?" "No! I'll do it!" Cale backed off and was shy again. He pulled down his pants, and then his underwear, kicking them off one at a time. The he bent over facing away from me to take off his sandals. His naked little butt was white and beautiful. How did I get so captivated by this boy? Cale straightened up but was still shy. He cupped his hands over his dick and balls, and looked up at me. He struggled to a smile. "Cale, you are going to be so surprised. Go through that door, and have fun. I'll get naked too, OK?" Cale opened the door, and my swimming pool loomed before him. His face went bright and he jumped like a pogo stick several times. "Uncle Sean! Uncle Sean! I can't believe it!" "Well, Cale!" He ran to me and wrapped his arms around me. "You still have to let me get naked! Go for a swim! I'll be right there! Let's have some fun!" Cale broke away from me and jumped in the pool. I stripped in record time and left the luggage so I could jump in with him. My pool was only 25 feet by 10, and it was four feet deep at one end, and only five feet at the other. I used it for laps, and fortunately it turned out to be shallow enough for Cale to stand up, though his chin just barely crested the waves. Cale was already in when I climbed in, and he was swimming from one side to the other. "Is the pool really ours, Uncle Sean? It's so cool! Do we get to swim naked all the time. I feel great!" He grabbed his penis and wiggled it under the water. "I want to swim all the time!" He dove under and swam underwater to me. He came up with his body brushing mine and looked up into my eyes. Then he grabbed me into a big hug. "Uncle Sean, this is a great surprise! I thought getting naked right away was weird, but it sure is good now!" "Cale, I swim here every morning in the nude. I do laps to try to keep myself in shape. But there are rules." I held him at arms length. "You are not ever allowed to come and swim without me around, OK? Swimming can be dangerous and I always want to be here in case something happens." I got a nod in response. "Next rule? No running outside the pool! You could slip and fall and I don't like going to the hospital." Cale got serious and looked at me soberly. "Finally, no diving from the side at all. Ever! I had a friend when I was your age that dived into shallow water and got hurt very bad. If you break any of these rules I'll lock up the pool and you will be grounded for a week or more. Do you understand?" I looked deep into Cale's eyes, and he looked a little scared. He'd never seen me so stern. "So, Cale, will you follow those rules?" I stared into his eyes. Cale nodded. Then he spoke up. "Can we play a game now?" I giggled. "Cale, what do you want to play? I'm game. We've got about an hour, then we have to put things away and go get some dinner. So, what do you want to play?" "Dick tag!" He grabbed me right there and said, "You're it!" Then he swam away. This was not going to be that tough. The pool was only so big. But I was entranced by the sight of my boy's butt cresting the water as he dove to the bottom and towards the other end of the pool. He had a cute butt that was hooking me good. I liked it pale, but I was going to have to see about getting him a tan. I'd have to show him the roof deck. I launched myself after him and Cale darted into a corner of the pool. He turned around and saw me coming. Then he picked a good strategy. He dove to the bottom and straight at me. I dove too, but my hand slid along his butt. I didn't touch his penis, but sliding my hand along his butt was nice. I liked this game. I turned around quickly and approached Cale as he surfaced in the far corner. He tried the same maneuver, and I sunk to the bottom, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him to the surface. With one arm gripping him to me I watched the water stream down his face and dipped my left hand down. I fondled his balls and then his penis, and leaned in and whispered right in his ear. "You're it!" I launched a backwards dive toward the far corner, and then shifted directions underwater while on my back just as Cale dove after me, hoping he wouldn't see my move. Then I shifted around again so I was watching him from underwater as he surfaced. "Hey!" He thought I'd be where he surfaced, and I found out a little something. He evidently didn't keep his eyes open under water. Cale spotted me, and waded towards me. I repeated his maneuver from before when he swam under me. His hands grazed across my butt. And then I was away. I surfaced, turned around and he was on me. "Thought you'd get away, huh? Gotcha!" He reached down and wrapped his hand around my shaft, which I was surprised to find was half hard. And he kept it there, just wrapped around it and grinning into my face. "Well, Cale, now that you've got it, what are you going to do with it?" Cale took his hand off my penis and said, "let's play another game. We both swim really good underwater. Let me swim between your legs!" I stood back and spread them and Cale dove and swam between my legs. He goosed me on the way through. Then he surfaced. "OK, your turn!" Cale had his devilish grin on again. He spread his legs wide and his head was just above the water. I dove, but turned over and swam upside down. I drew my hand along his penis the whole time I slowly drifted between his legs. Then I slid my fingers up the crack of his butt as I surfaced. I stayed under the water a very long time. When I came up I was facing Cale, and he turned at me and he was panting a little. "Well, Cale, you think you can top that?" I winked on him, and he just nodded slowly. I spread my legs. And Cale said, "Close your eyes!" "OK!" I closed them and shortly found hands on both of my legs around the knees. And then I felt a finger tickling my balls. Only, I counted ten fingers on my knees. Cale was licking me and my penis responded in record time! He got to the lower end of my shaft and blew all the air out of his lungs right into my penis. It was a wonderful feeling. For a second there I was afraid I was going to get an orgasm before I gave Cale one. The he surfaced laughing and sputtering. "OK, you definitely beat me!" Cale split his legs and demanded. "Your turn!" I was a bit weak in the knees. "Cale, this will be the last one. We've got to go shower to get the chlorine off and then unpack our bags. Then there's dinner." "But can we play in the pool more? It's great!" "Cale, this is your house. We can swim every day! Until you go to college!" He grinned big. Then he said, "Come on, your turn! I'll close my eyes too!" I dove and sat on the bottom with Cale's penis in my face. I placed both my hands on his butt and stuck out my tongue and licked a little. Then I took his whole penis in my mouth, a very hard and velvety little thing, and blew out all the air in my lungs. I then slipped it out of my mouth, sucking all the way. I rolled my tongue across the head of his penis, and rose to the surface. Cale was panting, and then he just fell over into my chest. I lifted him up and carried him to the side, lifting him out of the water and onto the edge of the pool. "Cale? Are you OK?" He nodded, still with his chest heaving. I heaved myself out and pulled Cale to his feet. "Come on, let's get a quick shower." I had a shower next to the pool. We walked over to it, and Cale was still a little dazed. I crouched down and gave him a hug. "Cale, are you OK? Hope I didn't stun you there in the pool!" "Uncle Sean, that was better than ever. Was THAT an orgasm?" "Well, Cale, you certainly got close. You might have had one, but since this little puppy is still standing up, I suspect you just got close. We'll see what we can do about that tonight." I fondled him just a little and picked him up and put him on the ledge next to the shower. The shower by the pool was open. After all, it was just me doing my laps most of the time. And when people were over they used swimsuits. It was just a ledge to separate it from the main tile around the pool, with two showerheads and a drain. I also had shampoo and conditioner and soap. I turned on the water. "Cale, let's get the chlorine off of us. Then we'll dry off, take the stuff upstairs, and go out to dinner." I picked him up and put him into the shower stream and began to wash his hair. Then before I washed my hair I handed Cale the soap. "Soap up, Cale! I'll need it in a second." Cale was back to normal, and his erection was even going down. Good! I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. But it WAS fun in the pool. And I'd committed myself to a little fun later. I rinsed and we swapped the soap, and then we both got out and dried with a couple of the towels I kept near the pool. "Uncle Sean?" Cale had dried before me, and was now wrapped in the towel. "Aren't you going to inspect me?" I think I had started a tradition that morning. "OK! Come over here." I sat on the ledge and grabbed his head. Checked behind the ears. "Mmmm! Good enough to kiss!" So I did. Then I lifted his arms and ran my fingers along his underarms and over to his nipples, now hard from being a little cold. He giggled. Then I poked into his bellybutton. No lint. I circled my finger around his penis, without touching the precious thing, then held my finger up to the light. "No dirt there! Turn around!" Cale was barely holding in his giggles now. I checked his shoulders, and then his back, but I didn't go into his crack this time. I just ran my fingers down his legs. "Looks clean to me, Cale!" Cale looked back at me over his shoulder, looking a bit peeved. Then he turned back around, reached down with both hands and parted his butt cheeks. "You didn't check everywhere!" His voice was quite peevish. "OK! Boy, Cale, you're sure not that shy boy from four days ago." I felt along his back again, and then drew my finger down to his little puckered hole. I stayed there only a second, just pressing oh so slightly, then continued down, tickled his sac, and finished. "All done. You're getting good, Cale, clean as a whistle!" He turned around, and had an erection again. "Does that thing work like an elevator, Cale? Up and down, up and down!" He looked me in the eyes. "Uncle Sean, is it still clean enough to eat off of?" I was shocked. He was suggesting that I lick his butt. And this was the second time! I once had a woman lick mine, but I'd never done it before to anyone. Still, it looked almost mouth watering! "Cale, I guess you'll have to figure out what I get to eat off your butt. Now, let's get to work and see the rest of the house. Are you warm enough? If so, we won't have to dress until we go to dinner." I slapped his butt good and he giggled. "How about macaroni and cheese!" "Cale, that's fattening! I need to keep my girlish figure!" I ducked in my slight beer gut and wiggled my butt. "Think about it and surprise me, OK? Now, let's get going." We went out and I grabbed three suitcases, with Cale bringing up the rear with our carry-ons. We got to the top of the stairs and I said, "Cale, this is the main floor of the house. We've got a big room here, with a fireplace in the middle, and an entertainment center over there in the corner. We've got a big old kitchen down at that end, and a bathroom. Now let's go up to the third floor to put your things away." I was hurrying this tour so we could go eat. We climbed up to the third floor. I had four rooms up here, and two bathrooms, one of which was totally decadent and in my room. I set down the suitcases. "Cale, this first room is my office. We're going to get a computer in here for you, too, so you can do your homework and stuff. Next there are two bedrooms. And you get to pick the one you want." "But I want to sleep with you!" "Don't get whiney on me Cale. You can sleep with me whenever you want, but you have to have a place all your own, too. Besides, I'll never be able to fit all your clothes in my room." He nodded. The two bedrooms he had to choose from were about the same size. But one had a double bed, and the other had two twins. Cale went immediately for the one with the double bed. So we moved the suitcases in there, and we unloaded Cale's clothes into the dresser and into the closet. "Ok, Cale, I guess we ought to get dressed. It's 6:00, and we need to eat. I've got nothing in the fridge. Would you like to try something to eat that you've never tried before?" "Um, what?" Cale stood before me and reached down and idly played with his flaccid penis. "Well, I was thinking I'd take you over to Dinah's. They serve food from New Orleans. Crabs and crawfish and gumbo and Caesar salads. It's yummy. It is also very much a neighborhood place. Dinah, the owner, is a friend of mine. So is Pat. He's the bartender. He's Irish and he has a great accent. And there's a whole lot of people there I'd love you to meet. It's about a ten-block walk, but we could use the exercise, right? How about it? Bet you've never had a crawfish, have you?" "What's that?" He wrinkled his nose. "Well, it's a little shellfish that lives in fresh water streams. They're great to eat! Come on! Let's go down and get our clothes on and go get some food!" I ran to the stairs and Cale followed. We got all the way to the first floor quickly and put on our clothes. It seemed silly all of a sudden, that we'd left them down here, but Cale looked like this was an everyday occurrence. We went out the door, and I locked it, and then we started out. "Hold on, Cale, I want to go check the cars." We walked back to a little two-car parking lot behind a chain link fence to the east of our house. I had a convertible mustang in there and a big old jeep that held four passengers. I looked in and everything looked OK. Then I spotted what looked like a couple of blankets beneath a protective shadow in the corner. I'd never seen the blankets before, but I didn't want to confront it right now because Cale was there. It was right near a shed I had for tools and junk. Only about six by ten, with a flimsy door that was ajar. Another bad sign. I was a bit worried that some homeless guy had camped in my space, but I didn't let on to Cale. "Cale, the cars look OK! Let's walk to dinner!" As we walked away I thought I heard a sound, but still didn't want to alarm Cale. I'd get up early in the morning and check it out. This was a good neighborhood for a big city, but there were still problems that a suburban boy like Cale might find frightening, like crazy homeless people. I had no problems with someone who is down on his luck, and donate heavily to shelters, but there are some of these guys who spend all of their money on crack and their spare time stealing. I'd have to keep a close eye on this situation. We walked along, and at the first cross street Cale reached up to hold my hand. It felt good. I felt like the king of the world with my boy's hand in mine. We walked that way up 2nd street all the way to Dinah's on South. The neighborhood is mostly row houses. My neighborhood, called Pennsport, has a lot of empty lots, and some of them are trashy with the detritus of inner city life, but it still is very neighborly. Then we crossed into Queen Village. The property values were higher there, and kept moving up as we neared South Street. South Street is the Greenwich Village of Philadelphia, and the action on the street stretched from about 10th street until past 2nd. The tamer end of the street was down here by 2nd. We'd check out the rest of the street some other day. I couldn't wait to see Cale's eyes bugging out at the tattoo parlors and ice cream stores. But now, it was time for dinner. Dinah's was a long and fairly narrow place. The first thirty feet were all bar on one side, with a nice Oak bar that had been there since the early part of the 1900's. There was room to move around, and lots of TVs on the walls for football games. It was Friday evening, but it was fairly slow during the summer. We got lucky. Commodore Pat was behind the bar, and there were two seats. (Seems everyone has a nickname in this place.) We sat, and said hello to a couple folks I knew. Carol worked in a local boutique down the street. She nodded at us, but was in conversation with someone else. Michael was also there. He was a truck driver. I liked him a lot, but boy could he drink. I'm telling you, the guy had a hollow leg, but he seemed relatively sober. He was fun. I introduced Cale around, then saw Dinah herself come down the bar. "Well, Sean, if it isn't yourself." Because of my Irish sounding name she liked to chat in a brogue. Hell, I'm mostly Italian and American Indian, but the name throws her off, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Dinah spoke up again. "Sean, we haven't seen you for a week, and who is this handsome boy here? You been keepin' him from me? And how you doin'?" She winked at Cale. She was always like that, she just throws the questions out. "Well, Dinah, we've been doing well, though it has been tough this week. My brother died. That's Cale's father. Cale, meet Dinah! She's one of my best friends, and she's going to cook you a great dinner tonight. Dinah, this boy has never had crawfish, can you believe it?" Cale looked sad when I mentioned his Dad dying, but perked up when I introduced him to Dinah. Dinah was a black woman about six foot tall and maybe two hundred and fifty pounds. She had a degree in cultural anthropology and was my closest competitor in the whole bar when we got together to watch Jeopardy. "Cale, I'm glad to know you, and I'm sorry your Dad died. Sean here told me a lot about him. And about you! So, you like to play soccer, I hear?" Cale looked up to me, no doubt surprised that anyone here knew anything about him. I had talked about Cale a time or two. Also, he'd grown up in the suburbs, so his contact with black people were pretty limited. "Um, Miss, Dinah, I like to play soccer, and it is a pleasure to meet you. Is Cajun food black food?" I almost died. I laughed as hard as I'd ever done in a while. I grabbed Cale, though, and made sure he knew I wasn't laughing at him. I tickled him. Dinah also laughed. She was big enough to reach across the bar, and she gave Cale a pinch on his cheek. When we all calmed down, and I'd set Cale back on his bar stool, Dinah spoke up again. "So, Cale honey, are you here to visit, or are you going to be bringing your pretty self into my place a whole bunch?" Again, Cale was stumped. He just did not know how to handle Dinah. To his credit, he rose up and replied. "My Uncle Sean is going to be taking care of me now. And he is good at it! And I hope I'll see you a lot. What are crawfish? Uncle Sean says I have to eat some tonight." "Lord, child, you haven't had anything like my crawfish! I tell you, they'll grow hair on your chest." She reached all the way over the bar and poked him, and Cale giggled. "Does this mean I'll have as much hair on my chest as my uncle Sean?" "Cale, when you have my gumbo, that hair goin' to start growin' everywhere! What you all want to eat?" I had to speak up now. "Well, Miss Dinah, we're going to split a small Caesar, and then we'd like some of your popcorn crayfish with lots of the remoulade on the side. And we'll finish up with a cup of gumbo apiece each." Cale looked up at me like I was an alien. I'm good at picking up accents, and I'd just imitated always like it was second nature. "Cale, you are going to love this food. And Dinah is one of my best friends, and she is one of the best cooks in the whole world. You are getting a treat tonight, because she's cooking for you herself!" Cale sat back. Then Pat came over. "So, who do we have here? I take it that Dinah took your food order? What can I get you gentlemen to drink?" "Well," I said, "I'll have a pint of your best IPA, and my buddy here would like a root beer. Would that be good, Cale?" "Yeah! Can you give me lots of ice with that, Mr. Commodore?" Pat replied, "Cale, I'll give you all the root beer you want. But no real beer! We don't do that in here." Pat winked at Cale, and Cale perked up on his stool and looked like a King. "Well, Cale, these are a couple of my friends. How do you like them?" "They seem all right. What's that on the wall?" He pointed to a big deer's hoof that had been used for a tap handle. "Why don't you ask Pat?" Pat brought our drinks over, and then explained to Cale that it was used for pouring a special beer and that he couldn't have any. Pat is very good with kids, but you'd never expect it. I mean, he always had this scowl on his face and I'd seen him throw drunks out before. He had Cale giggling a couple times. "So, Pat, has Philly fallen apart in the five days I've been gone?" "Things have been a little slow. No mob hits. No cops busted for corruption. No riots on South Street. Hey, there is a weird thing that happened in your neighborhood." Yes, we had mob hits and the like in Philly. I wasn't too surprised. "What's the mystery?" Cale was listening to every word. So, I suspect Pat sanitized things a bit. "Uh, the police found an abandoned car on the pier where Billie went in last year. Found the driver, too, but he was wet. Also, the police think there were two kids in the car, but they can't find them. Lookin' all over the place." "Wow! Well, we'll keep our eyes open." Billy had gone in and comitted suicide near my house a year ago, so I knew Pat was telling me that this mystery was in my neighborhood. Dinah came over at that point with our salads. And Cale and I forgot about Pat's news and dug in. I was a little worried, but Cale ate heartily. We were done no more than seconds when Dinah set down a nice platter of deep fried crawfish and a big bowl of remoulade, a nice sauce I've never been adequately able to describe. Cale looked at them. "Baby shrimp? I like shrimp!" "They taste a little like shrimp, Cale. Try the remoulade on them." Cale tried and liked it. I was pleased. It would be an awful few years if I had to go out to eat with a picky eater. And it was clear to me that he was going to be my dinner date for some time. Then the Gumbo came. "Uncle Sean, is this anything like Campbell's Chicken Gumbo soup?" "No, Cale. But it does have okra in it. This is thicker and almost black. Look!" I picked up a bottle of Tabasco and poured some in my bowl. And Cale eyed the bottle. "No, Cale, this stuff is really hot. I'll let you try a taste on your finger, and then you can decide." He tasted the Tabasco, made a face, and downed the rest of his root beer. Pat was right on the mark with a refill. "Well, Cale, you're going to have to learn to like the strong stuff before we let you sit at the bar with the big boys again!" Then Pat reached over the bar and rubbed Cale's head. The rest of the meal went uneventfully. We finished up, and then played some video games at the machine in the corner. Well, Cale did, and I mostly sat up at the bar and watched. Others came in who I knew, and I introduced them, then Dinah came over. "So, looks like you have a family now, Sean. How does it feel?" I hesitated. Dinah and I were very close. "Dinah, I think I may have fallen in love. He's a handful, and delicate, because of his Dad's death, but I love him a whole bunch. And he is taking to me a lot. He was shy at first, but we just spent an hour cavorting and skinnydipping in the pool like we'd been together forever. No, if you come to visit we'll wear suits." Dinah laughed. When she laughed the room shook. "Well, Sean, I gotta say you look like a spring day with that boy around. You looked too serious all the time before." "Well, wait until the school year starts for the serious Sean to be back. But even there, I've decided to cut back a good bit. I'm going to call a meeting and resign as Chairman of the Department. It will take a while for me to be able to put that all aside though. But I'm looking to spend a lot of my time with this boy. He is very much worth it." Cale came back from the video games. "Uncle Sean, do you have a playstation or something at your house?" "Our house, Cale!" I lifted him almost onto my lap and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then set him on his stool. "We'll have to see about video games, but no violent ones. Now, though, we've been here too long. Let's walk home, shall we?" "Pat, what do we owe?" I paid, and Cale said goodbye to Pat. I paid and we were almost to the door and Cale broke away from me and ran back to the kitchen and leaned in the door and evidently said goodbye to Dinah. He had a sweet heart. We walked out and walked home. Cale again held my hand. But we walked down Front Street this time, and every block Cale looked up at me. What was he thinking? We finally got to our street. It was 9:00 o'clock, and we went by the garage. I looked in, and everything looked as normal as before, but not quite normal. It seemed like a quiet shadow was hanging over the garage, protective and peaceful. But my antennae were up. Again, I didn't want to alarm Cale, so we went into the house. We entered and went up the stairs. "Cale, I'm pretty tired and, while it is only nine o'clock, I think we have to get to bed? "Uncle Sean, don't you owe me something?" Cale was a little shy, but most of his attention seemed to be on me. "Uncle, Sean, can I sleep with you tonight?" "I think we decided that earlier, didn't we Cale? We're going to sleep together, but you will always have your own room. Hey, I promised you a good time tonight, but I think you ought to take charge." We got to my room. It was big, with bookcases on two walls, and a huge bed in the middle of the front wall of the house. Also, there was a bathroom that had a huge tub that could be used for a Jacuzzi as well.. "Cale, are you OK?" He was shy again. "What do you mean that I have to take charge?" "Well, Cale, if you want me to give you an orgasm, I want you to tell me what to do. Do you want to just go to bed fully dressed, or do you want to tell me to do something else?" "Is this like another game, Uncle Sean?" "It's up to you, Cale, you are in charge. But I think we need to get to bed. We have an appointment at ten o'clock tomorrow, and I don't think we should stay up too late. So, what do you want me to do?" "Um, Could you take my clothes off? That would be good!" Cale was almost jumping up and down, alternating feet. I sat on the bed. "Come here, Cale." He came over and I grabbed the hem of Cale's shirt. "So, why don't you tell me what clothes you want me to take off first." I stared into his eyes, which were burning, but he still had that devilish grin. He leaned back on the bed and threw up his legs right around my ears. "Take my socks off first." We had already left our shoes by the front door. Cale was on his butt with his heels in the air. What a delightful sight! I took my hand down his right leg slowly, petting the soft hairs along his leg. Then I got down to his sock, and slowly peeled it off. White sock over pale kin, an erotic combination. Then I did his left leg, stroking his leg constantly while peeling off his sock. "So, Cale, I've got these socks off, now what?" He rocked towards me. "Take my shirt off!" He was sitting straight up on the bed, so I grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up slowly. I leaned in and kissed his belly, and slid my tongue in his bellybutton. I played with it, circling it with my tongue for two or three minutes. He squirmed the whole time. Then I drew back and pulled Cale's shirt over his head. "Cale, I'll bet you have an erection, a very hard one. What do you want me to do next?" "Take off my pants, no, all of the rest of my clothes! No, you get naked first!" I moved back and took off my shirt all at once. Who cared about the socks! Then I pulled down my shorts past my raging penis which was still encased in my boxer briefs. Cale was staring. Until now he'd never gotten a good look at my penis, though he'd felt in several times. I then took down my boxer briefs, and let him see my raging six inch erection. No, it wasn't huge, but it was enough to make my little boy gasp. I kicked off my underwear and leaned in, my whole body pressed against Cale. "So, I'm naked now, how about we take these off?" I grabbed the top of Cale's pants and slowly unbuckled his belt, all the time pressing my body against his. I lowered them to his knees, then lowered his underwear to his knees as well. I leaned forward and kissed him, my penis pressing against his. I played with his tongue, but only for moments. Breaking contact, I asked. "So, Cale, what do you want me to do next?" His chest was heaving, and he was panting. He wasn't in condition to say anything, so I stepped back and peeled his shorts and undies off his legs. Then I leaned in again, with my penis pressing against his. "Cale," I whispered. "I want to give you an orgasm, but you need to tell me what to do." "Uncle Sean, I'm feeling so great! Would you just do it!" He laid his head back and smiled, though there was tension in his smile. "Cale, I'll take over now. You look like you want me to. Get up here on the bed." I scooted him to the middle of the bed, and then climbed up beside my boy. He was lovely. From his short brown hair to his cute little toes I couldn't get enough It was my duty to ravish him tonight, and I was going to take my time. His erection was insistent, but I slid up his body and breathed in his ear. I licked it and I kissed it. The I said, "Cale, I'm going to want to kiss you now." We'd brushed our teeth earlier, and I planted my lips over Cale's. He opened his immediately, and I stuck in my tongue. I outlined his teeth, then slid my tongue in further, engaging his tongue. Cale responded, thrusting his tongue to connect with mine. And he thrust his hips and turned his penis to rub against mine. His penis demanded attention. We kept our tongues jousting with each other, and I drew my hand down to pet my boy's erection. It was sticking up into the air, insistent and proud. I petted along it from the top to the bottom, and then held the base with my forefinger and thumb, while tickling Cale's balls with my other three fingers. He gasped into my mouth, and I had to back off. I looked into his eyes, still petting his balls, and licked his lips. "We're going to do it now, Cale. Pay attention to your feelings." As if he could do anything else. I moved my lips to Cale's ear and tongued it, and slowly slid my hand up his penis. Then I started to masturbate him, ever so slowly. I kept tonguing Cale's ear, but moved a little so I could watch his face as I started moving my hand up and down his penis faster. Not fast, but not languid anymore. Cale's eyes were shut and his lower teeth were caught in his upper lip. He didn't care. He was humming though this grimace, then I squeezed a little tighter while jacking him. I was answered with a low moan. And another as I continued. Then I sped it up and grasped even tighter, now moving the skin of his penis fast, covering the head each time. I adjusted, and at the same time I reached over to kiss Cale again, I slid a finger over to play with the head of his penis. He thrust his tongue in my mouth and gasped at the same time. My hand kept working, and he beat his right hand against my side. I sucked his tongue in and kept moving my finger across his glans while swiftly jacking him. He shuddered. And again. And again. I slowed my hand and helped Cale from his peak. It was a beautiful orgasm. His face shone bright from exertion, but the muscles in it relaxed, and gathered into a serene smile. He reached his hand down and pushed my hand from his penis. I rocked against him for a few minutes, my own penis straining against Cale's hip, oozing pre-cum and sliding against him. I cooed to him, and rocked him more. We calmed and came to a stop. I just held him, as his heart slowed and his breath came to normal. I slowed my own thrusting, and we calmed down into slumber. I'd never been so excited before. And I desperately needed an orgasm of my own. But holding my boy was more important. I pulled up the sheet and a little bit of the comforter. We fell asleep.