By Earth-boy
Quick disclaimers:
- This story contains descriptions of sex between teen and pre-teen males. Do not read if you’re under 18 or it is illegal where you’re living.
- Copyright by the author. Do not upload to pay-to-view sites.
- This story is fiction; references to individuals are coincidental.
- No children or teenagers were harmed in the creation of this story.
The summer vacation period in Canada ends on the Labour Day long weekend, observed on the first Monday in September. This year the first of September fell on a Tuesday, which put the first Monday a full week into the month. The Wednesday evening art club started up for the season two days later, and I was back to seeing Rhett once a week.
School had started again. I was in grade ten, which in our province was the second of four years of secondary education. Because I was now fifteen I enrolled in my school’s driver education program and got a learner’s permit. After completing the training offered by the school, starting in November Mom let me drive to Sabrina’s home and back again.
Rhett was in grade five. His appearance was quite changed when we first saw him after the start of school: he’d had a haircut! It was still long in the back, but the barber had done an excellent job of trimming the excess from the top and sides.
“He wasn’t happy about it at first,” Sabrina told us, “but he came around after he started getting compliments from friends and teachers at school.”
“Yeah,” Rhett added. “It’s all right, but every morning I have to figure out who this strange kid is looking back at me in the mirror! But I’m going to keep growing it long and Mom’s okay with that.”
One change from the previous school year was Sabrina had extended his waking day by half an hour. His bed time was now nine o’clock. That shifted everything else: bath time was now 8:30, reading at nine, lights out at 9:30.
For most of our visits in September the weather was nice enough to let us spend a bit of time outdoors; on one of them it was cool and raining so we stayed indoors. On the three warmer evenings we went to one of the nearby parks. I timed it so we could get back by eight to give us enough time for a romp in his bedroom before our bath.
Bath times were as fun as ever. There was just something about us being naked, wet, and uninhibited to turn our goofiness up to eleven. We were constantly grabbing each other’s penis, tickling testicles, kissing and slapping bums, blowing raspberries on various parts of our bodies, and poking fingers, tongues, and other things into the rear end. Washing each other was part cleaning, part massage, part masturbation. Some nights it was almost like we were trying to keep the other one fully erect for half an hour, and this after we’d previously had orgasms.
Rhett was growing and was heavier than a year ago. At the end of September I reluctantly ended our little tradition of carrying him out of the tub, for fear I’d slip and injure us both. But he still got kisses on his bum at bed time.
On the Tuesday after Thanksgiving Sabrina called to ask if we could show up a few minutes early for what she termed a “special occasion.” (Alert readers may wonder what happened to October; isn’t Thanksgiving near the end of November? Is is—in the United States. In Canada it’s the second Monday in October. Thanksgiving is associated with the harvest, and because Canada’s growing season is shorter the harvest is over earlier. Canada has a holiday in November as well, on the 11th to honour war veterans.)
Rhett was rather well dressed when we arrived a half hour earlier than usual, wearing a blue dress shirt and black pants. I also noticed four dessert plates at the table. I wondered, was it Sabrina’s birthday? I knew it wans’t Rhett’s, because his was in February.
Both Rhett and his mom were all smiles. “Come into the living room and have a seat on the sofa!” Sabrina said after we exchanged greetings. “Rhett has an announcement he wants to make.”
Mom, Sabrina, and I sat down with Rhett standing up proudly in front of us. He wasn’t at all nervous or fidgety. “Mom helped me write this,” he began. “She told me sometimes the best speeches aren’t long but short. Mine can be summed up in two words.
“I’m gay.
“That’s all; thank-you and have a good evening.”
Sabrina got up and put an arm around his shoulders. “I’m so proud of you!” she said. “Now let’s go to the kitchen and have some cake.”
I think the cake was Sabrina’s idea; it gave us a reason to be together for a few minutes to discuss Rhett’s not so ground-shaking news. She brought it to the table from where she’d kept it under wraps on the kitchen counter. It was small, frosted, with a rainbow on top and the word Rhett.
“Rhett, this is your occasion and your cake,” said his mom. “You do the honours.” She outlined four slices with a knife and handed it to Rhett. He cut pieces and put them on to plates.
Sabrina told us the story. “Sunday was National Coming Out Day and we caught a news story about it on TV. He said it sounded like a good idea, although it will be a few years yet before he fully understands the nuances behind it. I mean, it’s a lot more about reducing discrimination against LGBTQ people than simply providing them with an opportunity to be open about their sexuality. But that’s how he saw it and he simply said, ‘You know I’m gay, right?’ And I told him that until then I was pretty sure he was, but I didn’t really know and was waiting for him to tell me. Or not. I mean, if he was gay I knew he’d tell me at some point and probably sooner than later, but if he wasn’t, well, he’d be sure to get a girlfriend in a year or two!”
“How could you not know I was gay?” asked Rhett.
“Well, like I said, I suspected but I didn’t know. It’s not like when you were born I was handed a spec sheet with your name, favourite foods, sexual orientation, and academic and athletic potential.”
“Have you told anyone else?” asked my mom.
“Mom said it might not be a good idea to tell people at school. She said even in grade five, kids can be really nasty to a gay kid.”
For the first time since I’d met Sabrina ten months ago I saw a a hint of a scowl on her face. “That’s so true, isn’t it? I mean, this is Canada. We were the fourth county in the world to legalize same-sex marriage and the first one on this side of the Atlantic to do so. And yet even here I’m afraid Rhett’s going to be bullied at school if they find out. Teasing he can handle, but I don’t want him to be afraid to go to school.”
“It’ll be better in secondary,” I said. “Lots of schools now have GSAs.”
“What’s that?” asked Sabrina.
“Gay-Straight Alliance. It’s where gay and straight students meet to support the gay kids, and work together on ways to reduce tensions and harassment. You should check to see if there’s one at Rhett’s school. If it goes up to grade eight there might be one; it’s not unusual these days for twelve and thirteen year olds to be out. You know, like Rhett! GSAs sometimes are part of an overall anti-bullying strategy.”
“Where’d you learn about this?” she asked.
“My school has one. I’ve been working with them since last year. I think Rhett’s going to be all right if they find out at school. But—” I changed my focus to him “—I think you should be careful before telling anyone. At your age I recommend you talk about it only to one or two close friends, and then only if you feel it’s important for your friend to know. I know being gay is important to you, but others can be freaked out by it.” Looking back to Sabrina I added, “Next week I’ll bring some materials from the GSA at school. You and Rhett should find them helpful.”
“Oh, Chad, thank you so much for your help!” Sabrina replied with a very warm smile. “Well, we should be going soon. You two feel free to have some more cake later if you want. And, Chad, please take some of it home with you tonight; there’s too much there for just the two of us.”
After Mom and Sabrina left, I told Rhett, “You know, between that haircut and those clothes you’re a very handsome young man.”
Rhett smiled, a little bit embarrassed. “Aw, thanks.”
“Let’s go to the living room. I want to get some of pictures of you like this.”
I had Rhett sit on the sofa and with my phone captured a few snapshots. They came out all right: a very cute smiling Rhett in a nice outfit, but the background is a little cluttered. Looking at them now, the lack of a consistent background is an unfortunate visual distraction. Now I know why professional portrait photographers use backdrops.
“Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take your clothes off you.”
He smiled. “Oh yeah; go ahead!”
I started by unbuttoning his shirt, carefully pulled it out of his pants, undid the buttons at the cuffs and removed it. I set it down neatly on sofa. Putting my hands on his back, I pulled him close and licked his breasts. He responded with “Mmm!” I went lower and did his belly button, and he giggled.
Undoing the belt, I pulled it out of the pant loops and rolled it up. The pants had a clasp to keep them closed, a zipper as well, and I had them open in moments. I slid the pants down. He stepped out out of them and I pulled his socks off as well. I folded his pants and put them on the sofa with his shirt, the socks laid carefully on top.
Rhett was wearing white briefs and there was a noticeable tent in them. I simply grabbed them by waistband and drew them down to his ankles; he first pulled one foot out and then the other. His young penis was standing erect in front of my eyes. With my hands on his bum, I drew it into my mouth and began sucking and licking it. Rhett moaned his appreciation.
I stood up and kissed him. “Let’s go to your bedroom!”
I got naked as fast as I could. Now we were french kissing with a passion, our erections mashed against our stomachs. “Can I go in you?” I asked.
“For sure! Do it!”
I had to gp to the kitchen to get the baby oil from my backpack. Returning to the bedroom, I greased both of us up, had him lay on his stomach on the bed, and smoothly slid my very hard penis into his rear. I worked him for five minutes before blowing a load into his bowels.
“That was a good one!” said Rhett. “I could feel it. Now I want to do you!”
We went doggie-style, his favourite way with me. Tonight he took it slow and easy, taking time to fondle my testicles, penis, and breasts. I reached behind me and slipped a finger into his rear for a minute; in addition to my penis I enjoyed having a finger in there. Soon Rhett exclaimed “errrrgggghhhh!” as his orgasm came on and them subsided.
I lowered myself to my stomach, letting Rhett come down with me to keep his penis inside me. Even after the orgasm he remained erect, and I was happy to have him stimulate me for a few minutes more before he finally pulled out. We rolled on to our sides, put our arms around each other, and kissed again.
“You know, Rhett,” I said. “You’re really good at sex. It’s so much fun doing it with you.”
“I had a good teacher!” he replied. “And I love having sex with you.”
We embraced for a couple more minutes, then I asked, “Bath?”
“Yeah.”
The bath over, we sat down on bed, ready for our regular nude reading session. But even as I opened the book, Rhett had a question.
“Chad, are we boyfriends?”
Even now Rhett was able to surprise me with his questions. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, you’re gay, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. In fact, that’s why your mom asked me to babysit you. She was pretty sure you were as well because you didn’t like girl minders and you came on to the boys, like showing them your penis and asking them into the bath. She wanted someone you could relate to.”
“Yeah” he replied. “I’ve known I was gay since I was eight, when I figured out that meant I prefer boys to girls. And I’ve known that since, like, forever. And I like you. I mean—really like you! We spend all our time together naked and we have sex. Doesn’t that make us boyfriends?”
“Maybe. But maybe not. Just because we have sex doesn’t mean we’re boyfriends. And it’s possible to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend without having sex with him or her. In fact, a lot of guys in school have girlfriends and probably the furthest they go is kissing and holding hands. For sure they don’t get naked with each other, let alone have sex.”
“Oh.” He paused. “But we’re having sex and I like you. I’d really like it if we were boyfriends.”
“You know, I think ....” I was trying to collect my thoughts. I really liked Rhett too, over and above the sex. “I think I’m too old right now be a real boyfriend to you. I mean, you’re only ten and I’m five years older than that. At your age, five years is like half your lifetime. It would be like your mom trying to marry me. If you want a boyfriend, he should be like nine, ten, or eleven years old.”
“But you said I should be careful who I tell. How can I get a boyfriend if I can’t tell anyone I’m gay?”
“Uh, yeah, that would be hard. Hopefully the materials I bring next week will help you there. But for now, maybe we can be, well, sort of secret boyfriends? Like, when we’re together like this and our moms aren’t here, we can be boyfriends then. And when I go home, I’m just your babysitter and you’re just Rhett.”
“Yeah, we could do that.” His face lit up with joy. “Yay! I have a boyfriend! I love you, Chad!” He put his arms around me kissed me.
“And I love you too, Rhett!” I kissed him back. Then I added, “But remember, we’re boyfriends only on Wednesday from the time our moms leave until you go to bed. All right?”
He grinned. “All right. Beats having no boyfriend at all!”
“For sure, little buddy. I mean, little boyfriend.”
We read a few more pages of the book together, then as always got dressed for bed. After the obligatory kisses on his bum, I pulled the covers up over him and tucked him in. “Good-night, Rhett. I love you. Pleasant dreams.”
“I love you, too Chad. Good-night!”
Tonight I didn’t go downstairs to do some surfing on the web; I just lounged on the living room couch, collecting my thoughts. A boyfriend. I actually had a boyfriend. Sort of. I recalled Mom telling me last year how she and Dad were looking forward to the day I brought one home. And now I had one. But no way could I bring Rhett home!
Rhett. Open for boyfriend, Wednesdays from 7:30 PM to 9:30 PM. I could handle the part time bit. I was hoping Rhett could, too.
Mom and Sabrina’s semi-annual retreat occurred a week and a half after Rhett’s announcement. I’d made some preparations in advance to allow us to spend Saturday indoors without having to go the the mall for lunch. My reason was a little selfish: I wanted to spend Friday evening, all of Saturday, and Sunday morning in the nude with Rhett.
It also meant not ordering in pizza either night because one of us would have to get dressed to accept delivery and pay for it. Rhett might actually be up to doing it naked, but there was no way I’d risk it—a naked ten year old paying for a pizza could well attract unwanted attention. So Friday’s dinner was a nice hot casserole Mom had prepared that afternoon for us. Saturday at lunch I did hot dogs and for supper I heated some of Mom’s famous chili and served it with rye toast.
The idea we were boyfriends when I was with him subtly altered the dynamics of our relationship. Before it was based mostly on “big buddy, little buddy” and partly, when needed, “big brother, little brother.” Being boyfriends meant our respect for each other went up. While it was never a chore to get Rhett to do things when they were needed (the most notable being cleanups after meals) now Rhett simply joined in because it was something I was doing and he wanted to participate. On my part I was more willing to listen to him whenever he wanted to talk about something, which was lots, a trait he picked up from his mother. Suddenly I found what he wanted to say was a lot more interesting than before.
Paradoxically, another thing it allowed us was being able to spend some quiet time away from each other. Before we seemed compelled to be with each other every second of our time together, although that was probably more my doing that his. Now that were were boyfriends I felt much more comfortable giving him space and time to do his own things, without having me looking over his shoulder or constantly trying to be at the centre of his attention. We could play video games on our own consoles without having to both play the same game. I could watch a public affairs program on the upstairs television while he watch a kid’s movie downstairs. Just knowing he was around was now enough for me.
We still wrassled in the basement, played make-believe games, had sex, took baths, and slept together. We were also saying “I love you” at bed time in addition to “good-night” and “pleasant dreams.” And we meant it. I was in love with Rhett and I’m sure he was with me as well.
On Sunday we went early to the mall for a combined breakfast and lunch. For this outing I asked Rhett to be my little brother instead of my boyfriend, and he understood and was able to switch roles. On the way back, despite the chill autumn air we stopped for some time at a playground to give Rhett an opportunity to burn off energy. Then like last time we had a shower when we got home and stayed naked in the basement until our moms arrived home.
I saw Rhett on every Wednesday in November, even though Remembrance Day, which always falls on the 11th, was a Wednesday this year. In most provinces in Canada it’s an observance and not actually a full statutory holiday: businesses are closed in the morning to allow people to attend ceremonies, but shortly after they end at noon most retail businesses open up again. Offices for the most part remain closed, so Sabrina was able to spend the day at home with Rhett because school was out for the day (although in some provinces they remain open.) But the art club met that evening so I was with Rhett.
I had news at the start of December. As soon as we got naked after our Moms had left for the art club I happily announced, “I have a boyfriend now!”
Rhett smiled. “Oh, really! Tell me!”
I called up a picture on my cell phone I’d taken.
“His name’s Donnie. Not Don or Donald; he’s fourteen—actually fourteen and a half—but still likes to be called ‘Donnie.’ He’s about my height, black hair, brown eyes, and looks, as you can see, like a fourteen year old. He’s not beautiful or gorgeous or cute; he’s just another kid.”
“He looks nice,” Rhett commented.
“Oh, he is.”
“How’d you meet?”
“At school. We share a couple of classes, and he’s also in the Gay-Straight Alliance. We got to know each other more when we were in a group history project together. We just sort of hit it off, the same way you and I did when we first met.”
“You mean you hung him upside-down naked in your basement?”
I laughed. “No! Well, not yet, anyway. We started hanging out together at school, during breaks and at lunch. One day he asks if I want to come over to his place after school. And I say sure, why not?
“So we’re upstairs in his bedroom and he opens up his computer and says, ‘There’s something about me I want you to know. Here, take a look,’ and he starts a slideshow of pictures from when he was a little kid. And in every one of them he’s naked! I ask why, and he tells me it’s because he’s a ‘naturist,’ as he calls it. He says he’s just happier when he’s not wearing anything. And he goes on to say that for the last year or so he’s told all his new friends because the ones who get freaked out by it won’t make good friends anyway.”
“Wait,” said Rhett. “He goes naked all the time? Like, in front of his parents and everyone?”
“Sort of. He says his parents see him naked more than they see him clothed, and because he’s been doing it all his life he doesn’t even think about it.”
“That’s weird,” said Rhett.
“That’s what I said, too. And he says, ‘If God had intended for us to run around nude, we would have been born that way.’ He showed me a couple of naturist web sites and even some videos of beaches and parties where nobody’s wearing anything.”
“Nobody? You mean they’re all running around naked?”
“Yeah, everyone! Little boys and girls, teenagers, mothers, fathers, even old people!”
“That’s freaky!” said Rhett. “I can’t imagine seeing my mom naked.”
I grinned. “I can!”
“Eww, gross!” Rhett exclaimed, but with a grin of his own.
“Anyway, Donnie’s taught me a lot about naturists. They have their own clubs and beaches and everything. And he also said that after a while you don’t notice it any more.”
“Isn’t he scared people will tease him at school if they find out?”
“He says not really. He’s pretty outgoing—like you—so it seems to me he wouldn’t really be bothered that much. He just tells those kids they get naked in the showers and nobody cares, and he likes being that way without the shower part.”
“Like we are now,” he noted.
“Exactly! His parents say he has to be properly dressed when he has friends over, but for about the last year he’s ignored that. He just asks his friends if they’re okay with him being naked, and if they are he takes his clothes off.”
“Did he ask you?”
“Ask what? To take my clothes off?”
“No, silly! He did ask you if you were okay with him getting naked?”
“Oh! Yeah, he did, and I said I didn’t have a problem with it. Heck, I wanted to see him naked! I think you can guess why.”
“You wanted to see his penis, right?”
“Oh, yeah!” I said. “So he takes his clothes off and he doesn’t even seem to care that I’m checking him out. After that I got to thinking how much I like being naked with you. So the next time I was over, he asked if I’d mind him getting naked and of course I said ‘no.’ A few minutes later I said I needed to use the bathroom, and while I was in there took my clothes off. Boy was he surprised when I came back to his room in my birthday suit! I was a little nervous to begin with, but I sort of imagined like I was with you. He checked me out, too. After that it was really cool. I mean, we did all the things that friends do like talk and play on the computer and stuff, it’s just that we weren’t wearing anything.”
“So how’d you find out he’s gay?”
“I think it was right after we both got naked the first time and he called up a gay porn video on his computer, and we got erections, sucked each other off and had hot, hot sex!”
Rhett looked skeptical. “It didn’t really happen like that, did it?”
“Uh, no. It’s just something we kind of felt. Well, that and the fact we’re both in the GSA—”
“GSA?” asked Rhett, interrupting me.
“Oh. Gay-Straight Alliance.”
Rhett simply nodded, so I carried on with my story.
“Now, neither of us have told the group if we’re gay or straight because the group says we don’t have to if we don’t want to. But right from the start, that first time we were naked together, whenever we’d accidentally touch neither of us would back off. And after a couple more visits we were touching each other a lot more. I liked it and he wasn’t complaining.
“And then we started talking. We asked about girlfriends and, no surprise, neither of us had one. And one of us said, ‘You really like me, don’t you?’ And it was, like, ‘Yeah, I do.’ ‘More than just friends, perhaps?’ By that time we were staring into each other’s eyes. One of us said, ‘Yeah, I mean, we’re holding hands now.’ And the other one said, ‘Would you mind if I kissed you?’ ‘No way, go ahead,’ and we started kissing, and getting hard. That was when we knew both of us were gay.”
“Neat!” said Rhett. “Have you had sex yet?”
I tussled his hair. “You’re not supposed to ask that! But the answer is, yes. Well, sort of. We’ve masturbated each other had sucked, but not actual sex yet!”
“Ooh. Have you told anyone?”
“His parents first. That first time was a Tuesday. On Saturday we were upstairs in his room and he said he figured now was the time to tell them. He was pretty sure they’d be cool with it. So we got dressed and went downstairs and got his mom and dad together in the living room, and he said, ‘Me and Chad have some news for you.’ We put our arms around each other and he said, ‘We’re boyfriends!’“
“What did they say?”
“His dad was pretty funny. He just looked at us with a completely straight face and said, ‘This is my surprised Pikachu look.’ Then be smiled and said ‘Congratulations!’ and his mom did, too. They said they figured out he was gay when he was eleven and they were just waiting to see how he’d handle telling them.”
“Uh, do his parents go naked as well?”
“No, I don’t think so. They’re always dressed when I’ve been at his place, and in the photos I saw they’re always wearing something. It looks like it’s only Donnie that does it.”
“Have you told your mom and dad?”
“Oh, yes. They’ve known I was gay since I was twelve. Because it was a Saturday, I asked him over to my place after supper and that’s when we told them. They were happy for me, and we talked so they could get to know him. They don’t know about the nudist part, though. And they also don’t know that you and me have been sort-of boyfriends since October.”
“Yeah, same here,” said Rhett. “I As far as I know Mom still thinks you’re just my child minder. At least she hasn’t said anything else. Uh … does you having a real boyfriend now mean we’re not any more?”
I kissed him. “Not at all. You’ll be my sort-of boyfriend probably as long as I’m looking after you.”
I was Rhett’s regular child minder for only another six months. There was one more New Year’s overnighter with him and another retreat in April. When he turned eleven in February, Sabrina told us that by September he’d be old enough that she felt comfortable leaving him on his own on Wednesday evenings. I’d still be asked to be there for the retreat weekends until he was at least thirteen, provided I was still available. By that time I’d be eighteen and could well have a job.
Our final visit in June was rather rough. Barring unforeseen emergencies, we knew we’d see each other again only in October and on New Year’s Eve. We’d had four months before to prepare for this, but still we were sad. Rhett noted that I’d probably have a full driving license in September so I could come over by myself on Wednesday evenings. But I had no access to a car. Even though I’d made close to four thousand dollars as his child minder, I didn’t feel I had the resources to buy and maintain one, and there were only two vehicles in my family. One of them was owned by my parents and Mom would be using it on Wednesday to go the meeting, and Charlene had the other one.
I felt really sad for him. At least I had Donnie. Rhett hadn’t told anyone in his primary-level school he was gay and was thinking he should wait for secondary before coming out to his friends. So he wasn’t sure how he’d get a boyfriend before he was fourteen unless something really unexpected happened. I was fifteen when I found Donnie and wondered how Rhett would handle going four years without a boyfriend of his own. Not to mention the sudden loss of sex. I’d enjoyed eighteen months with Rhett, and he with me. Now he was looking at a long drought. My heart ached for him, but I was at a loss as to how to help him.
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