Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2005 20:46:40 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: WITHOUT KNOWING Standing there in the late afternoon, he felt free. His naked body reflected back in the long mirror looked fit, thin, smooth and hard. Hours, months and years had been spent swimming, lifting weights, running and stretching. He had spent years on the track and field teams, playing baseball, dashing about the tennis courts. And it showed. He held his manhood proudly. It was throbbing full of blood. He felt its strength and yet felt it's tenderness too. The tickly of the slit as perals of clear fluid slowly excreted excited him as much as the feeling of his smoothly shaven nutsac he held in his spare hand. His breathing came deep and hurried. His skin felt the air around him like fingertips moving over his body head to toe. The roots of his hair tingles and he could feel his anal orafice as it tightened and then opened. He could actually make it move. Under his testicles was the smooth skin that one time surprised him and now provided moments of delight as he pet and stroked it as with the rest of his body. His fingers pinched his nipples hard and harder as he gasped with pain and delight knowing his penis responded even more to this sensation. Everything he had seen done he did and everything he had discovered in the bathtub, the shower, his bed and alone he recalled and acted upon. His body was shaking and his gut was on fire. Yet in his mind he saw his teacher the one who had introduced him at a young age to the mysteries of his own body and to the pleasures he could exude. Soon it would be over, he knew, too soon always but never soon or often enough. He sat at his desk doing algebra. He liked and loathed it. But there was no option. The homework was there, his teacher wouldn't wait any longer and his parents expected it all from him. Staring out across the yard he saw the boy open his curtains. He wondered if the boy knew his nakedness could be seen by anyone let alone him. He watched as the boy stretched, performed what appeared to be several moves similar to those he did in gym class. The smooth skin was mature and not like his own, skinny and boy like. The boy turned away and bent forward. His buttocks appeared as to large mounds in the window. His hands pulled them apart and a finger moved inbetween. He was mesmorized. Delaying his homework he watched feeling a bit warm so he pulled his tshirt off. The boy stood again facing the window. His penic no longer dangled but seemed enlarged and pointed out from the body. He had seen his father like that once in the shower when he had to pee. His father closed the shower curtain then. But the boy didn't hide nor did he close the curtains. He held his hands to his mouth then moved them to his enlarged penis and grabbed it. Throwing his head backwards he moved his hand faster and faster. Then freezing in a stiff like pose, the boy let out a yell that he could hear despite the boy's closed window. He didn't know why that happened then. As he watched the boy wiped his penis area with his hand and put it in his mouth. The boy's penis was no longer hard but seemed to dangle somewhat thought not like it was at the beginning. He felt something in his stomach, actually lower but didn't know what it meant. The boy seemed to look at him now and he smiled before closing the curtains. After that first time, it happend again and again. He watched as the boy seemed to stick something long and flesh colors into his anus and grabbed his penis again. Another time he crouched on a chair facing the window and pumped his penis. Yet another time another boy knelt in front of the first boy and seemed to put the penis in his mouth. This went on for days, summers and winters. As time passed, his own penis would harded as he watched. He would immitate what he saw often at the same time until his body too was tightening and releasing the pain and plesures hidden inside. He watched the boy strip to music he could barely hear across the yard and got hard. He watched the boy returning home from a work out in his gym clothes and years later return home in his Navy uniform stripping and performing. He had learned so much. And when he realized the boy appeared no longer, he asked his parents. They sighed and said the boy next door had been killed while in the Navy. He went to his room and cried, missing the boy who he never knew and who had taught him so much probably without even knowing what he had done. And now as he stroked and fingered himself, he stood in the window hoping that somehow the boy would see him and approve.