Eighteen Months with Rhett

By Earth-boy

Quick disclaimers:

Chapter 12. Teenager Rhett

Rhett became a real teenager in February on his thirteenth birthday. With Christmas and birthday gifts his model railway grew even more. He was making a name for himself on a couple of web-based forums dedicated to HO gauge railroading. Most of the modellers on the boards were past retirement age, so it was a novelty to have a young teen joining them. The forums were a source of many gifts of track, rolling stock, scenery, and controllers, and with some help from me and Lloyd he was becoming quite adept at upgrading his setup.

Rhett had exciting news the following month. “I came!” he told me with great excitement. “Last week I was masturbating and some semen shot out when I orgasmed! I’m a real teenager now!”

I beamed at him. “You’re growing up! So is it as icky a mine?”

“Of course not,” he grinned. “Mine’s way cool. Yours is just gross! Do you wanna see it?”

“What, did you collect in a jar or something?”

“Now that’s gross! I can think of a way more fun way to show you.”

“Oh, for sure!”

We ran to his bedroom and instantly got naked. With my erection growing, I asked, “Hey, Rhett, do you know what’s long, hard and full of semen?” He looked at me quizzically. “A submarine! What were you thinking of?”

Rhett laughed, then lay on his back on the bed and began masturbating.

“Wait!” I said. “I want to suck you.”

I oiled up a finger and his anus. “Just let me know when you’re about to come,” I told him, then went down on his penis. I slipped a finger into his rear.

“Mm-mmph!” he exclaimed.

I went up and down on his small teen erection, stopping from time to time just to lick it. At his rear I kept up a slow but steady finger action. Rhett’s breathing deepened.

“Almost there!” he exclaimed.

“Finish yourself off.” I pulled off his penis but kept my finger inside him.

With two fingers and a thumb on his foreskin he quickly went at it. “Oh, yeah!” he cried. “Here it comes—errrrgggghhhh!”

His hips bucked with the start of his orgasm. A thin stream of nearly transparent semen jumped out of the tip. Rhett stopped moving but kept his fingers on his penis as he settled down. Curious, I touched the clear liquid with a finger and brought it to my lips.

“Not too bad,” I said. “I tasted Donnie’s once but didn’t really like it. Uh, do you have anything for a cleanup?”

Rhett flashed me smile. “I was counting on you to lick it up.”

I made a small gagging sound. “I’ll do that the day you do mine!”

Rhett clamped a hand over his mouth. “This is me trying not to throw up,” he joked.

“Heh! Do you have paper towels in your closet, or should I get one from the kitchen?”

“Kitchen. I’d sort of forgotten about them.”

I got Rhett cleaned up and asked, “Now do you want to get some real semen in you?”

“Oh, absolutely!” he said, rolling over on to his stomach. I added some oil to my own penis and in moments had the tip at his rear. With expertise gained from three years of practice, he flexed his anus to allow me entry, then tightened it again as I slid in.

We’d both grown over the last three years, but Rhett less than I; my penis was proportionally larger than when I’d first entered him. The changes had been gradual enough that he accommodated me without problem. There were few things in the world I enjoyed more than having my hard erection in Rhett’s soft rear and pumping him. He loved it too, moaning softly all the time and quietly exclaiming “mmph!” every time I bottomed out. His anus and entire end passage wrapped my penis like a glove, beautifully warm and soft. Sex with Rhett was always a real pleasure.

I started slowly like I always did and tried not to go too fast. A couple of times Donnie had been rough with me; the orgasm was phenomenal but the few minutes leading up to it were unpleasant. I didn’t want to do that to my small red-haired love. His rectum caressed my penis and with every gentle thrust a wave of pleasure went through my groin. I could feel the pressure building and moved to quicker but shorter strokes.

My breathing turned to gasps as the orgasm ran from my chest and through my gut, then concentrated everything through my rock hard penis buried deep inside Rhett’s rear. I felt five, maybe six major eruptions followed by smaller tremors as my semen poured into him. He gasped a couple of times himself and shuddered. I slipped my arms under his chest and lowered myself on to his back, laying on Rhett’s warm body and letting my penis rest inside.

“Oh man that was good,” I whispered into his ear. “Was it all right for you, too?”

“Yeah. I think I came again when you did.”

I lay on him for a minute before slowly rising and pulling out. When Rhett got up we checked his bed covers, and sure enough there was a small wet spot. Briefly we french kissed before heading off to the shower.

When we went out that afternoon, we stopped by a store where I bought a package of paper towels for him.


Opportunities for sex with Rhett came to a standstill in April when baby sister Leah arrived. Sabrina’s marriage may have been a surprise, but her subsequent pregnancy certainly was not. She attended the art club meetings through most of it, and because they were all-female she’d received huge amounts of support and advice, a lot of it contradictory. The baby’s gender was known by January and Rhett and his parents spent six weeks deciding on her name, coincidentally finalizing their choice on Rhett’s thirteenth birthday.

Yes, parents. Unusual for a young adolescent, less than eight months after his mother’s marriage Rhett had accepted Lloyd as his dad. He addressed him that way and allowed him some authority. An instruction or correction from Lloyd carried almost as much weight as if it had come from his mother. To me that was as much a reflection of Lloyd’s interpersonal skills as it was Rhett’s easy-going nature. I thought also it was because he’d never had a dad before and was happy about the change.

We were no longer having sex, but Rhett and I were actually growing closer. With a newborn in the house Rhett’s parents had their hands full. He was overjoyed at his baby sister, but it was a real change for him to no longer be the centre of attention at home. No one had any objections when I started visiting every weekend and taking him on an outing of some sort.

Neither of us had a boyfriend. For me the candidate pool at school was largely unchanged from grade eleven. There was a handful of new faces in the GSA, but they were mostly from grade nine and I didn’t want to get an unwelcome reputation at school by dating a fourteen year old. Rhett was only in grade seven and curiously wasn’t open about his sexuality at school. After his bold announcement at age ten I was surprised to see in the following two years he hadn’t come out to more people. He told me he was following my advice about being careful who he talked to. To now no one had asked and he hadn’t seen a pressing need to tell.

I graduated from grade twelve in June with a decent but not outstanding academic record, then the following month on my eighteenth birthday became a legal adult. For this significant birthday Mom and Dad bought me a car; with typical family humour it was only a quality die cast model I could put on my dresser. We were a decently well-off middle class family, but only my father worked full time so we didn’t have the resources for expensive gifts.

I didn’t really know what I wanted to study in college. Mom and Dad suggested I take a year to work a job and take time to consider my choices. There was a modest amount of money available for college, but my parents couldn’t afford to fully pay for both Charlene’s and my own post-secondary education. For us that meant working jobs and taking out student loans.

So I got a job. Working full time had advantages and disadvantages. At eighteen I was the lowest man on the totem pole and got the crap assignments and shifts. But I was making real money, and Mom and Dad were supporting me by letting me live at home and paying for much of my food. Between the money I’d made looking after Rhett and my new income, I found a decent small vehicle I could finally call my own.

A huge downside was I couldn’t join my parents for our annual summer cottage vacation at Bison Creek Park and had to shelve plans to go to the naturist resort with Donnie. Like me he was working, but unlike me he was planning on starting college in September, studying to become a chef. The lucky kid was an only child and both his parents worked, so there were no concerns about how his vocational training would be paid for.

Rhett and I kept up the “big brother, little brother” friendship. I was now seeing him every Saturday or Sunday. Along with Donnie we managed two day trips to the nude beach, one in July and another in August; lots of naked fun and photographs, but no sex.


Summer over, Rhett started his last year of primary education in grade eight, still attending the same school he’d been going to since I’d first met him. Like me he was a decent but not great student, using school as much for having fun with his many friends as he did for education.

When I showed up at his house one Sunday in early October for our little once a week get-together, Rhett seemed more animated than usual. “Mom and Dad took Leah off to some event at the Union Centre!” he excitedly told me. “C’mon downstairs!”

I thought he wanted to wrestle, but as soon as we were in the basement I saw he had a friend over. A boy was there playing a shoot-em-up video game. He reminded me somewhat of a younger version of Donnie, a young teen with short black hair. Judging by his apparent height from the back, it looked to me like he was a year older than Rhett. The boy turned to look at us, and seeing me broke into a wide smile.

“Gus, this is Chad,” said Rhett. “And Chad, this is my boyfriend Gus.”

Now I smiled. “Boyfriend! Hey, congratulations Rhett!”

Gus jumped up. He was noticeably taller than Rhett and only a little shorter than me. Extending a hand he said, “Hey Chad—great to meet you!”

We shook hands. Despite his height Gus had a youthful face. I immediately reassessed his age as only a little older than Rhett and still in grade eight.

Rhett grabbed his boyfriend by the shirt and pulled him over to the couch where they sat down beside each other. I looked around, saw the chair at the computer table, and brought it over near the couch so I could sit down and chat with of them.

“So how’d you meet?” I asked.

Gus smiled. “Well, I pretty much fell for Rhett the first day of school—”

“First day?” I interrupted. “Rhett’s been going to that school for years.”

“Oh, first day for me! I used to live over in Roseau East but this summer we moved here and I switched schools. So like I said, I saw Rhett the first day and kind of said wow! I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s really hard to miss—”

“—you mean too easy to miss,” interrupted Rhett. “He didn’t fall for me; it was more like he kept falling over me ’cause he couldn’t see me from that height!”

Gus mock-glared at Rhett. “Okay, aside from the fact you’re the shortest boy in grade eight, with that really long red hair he stands out in a crowd—”

“—of grade fours,” Rhett added.

“Rhett!” But Gus was still smiling. “Anyway, it was like I couldn’t keep my eyes off him! It didn’t help that we’re in the same homeroom so I spent my school days totally distracted. Anyway, after a week I’m in the washroom taking a leak and he comes in—”

“—and you probably came—”

“Shut up!” Gus punched Rhett lightly on the shoulder. “So he stands right beside me, pulls his dick out and pees, but he actually steps back like he’s showing it off.”

“I was surprised you could even see it,” joked Rhett. He looked at me. “I had a magnifying glass ready to hand him in case he needed it.”

“Wait, what?” I asked. “You mean it’s that small?”

“It hasn’t grown much since the last time you saw it,” Rhett replied matter-of-factly. “No hair yet, either. But I’m only thirteen, so I expect things are going to happen by next year.”

“Oh, I hope so,” I replied.

“And so do I,” Gus added. “I mean, it works and everything, but it’s kinda like a half order of french fries. They’re great but you want more.”

Oh, that was interesting! It sounded they’d been having fun already.

“So what happened in the washroom?”

“So we’re washing our hands,” said Gus, “and he looks right at me and says …”

Rhett picked up the tale, “Hi, I’m Rhett! I’ve seen you watching me. A lot. In case you’re wondering, I’m gay. All my friends here are straight, and I’m looking for a boyfriend.”

“And that was it,” said Gus. “He dries his hands, says ‘See ya ’round,’ and walks out just as cool as if he’d said, ‘Hey man, I’m Rhett, I like tuna sandwiches and Great Big Sea.’”

“You told him you’re gay?” I asked Rhett in surprise. “I mean, you told me three years ago, but you kept saying you weren’t ready to tell anyone at school. What changed?”

He had a ready answer. “I’m in grade eight now so it’s my last year at the school. Way less of a chance some kid in a lower grade’s gonna pick on me for being gay. In my grade everyone likes me and the teachers in the higher grades have talked about accepting gay kids. I wanted a boyfriend and seeing the way Gus had been perving on me—” Gus again playfully punched Rhett “—I figured he’d be interested.”

I looked at Gus. “I’m guessing you were a little surprised.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, he probably hit 12,” he replied. “And I was like, is this a trap or something? I mean, I know the school’s supposed to be gay friendly and everything, but that’s not why I’m there. It just happens to be the closest one to me and has a decent rep. Mom and Dad don’t know I’m gay. Anyway, from then on whenever I started looking at Rhett again and he noticed, he’d smile back and wink at me. After a couple of days I sorta chased him down after school and asked if we could go somewhere and talk.”

“And … ?”

“I asked if he was serious about his boyfriend remark. He said ‘yeah.’ He played it really cool by asking if I knew anyone who he could talk to. And I said, ‘Yeah, you’re talking to him.’“

“Were you scared?”

“No, not really.” He grinned. “I mean, who could be scared of widdle boy Rhett?” Rhett stuck his tongue out at him. “I knew I was gay even if my parents don’t, and I’m not the shy type of guy. So if Rhett was willing to tell me he was gay, the least I could do was be honest with him.” He drew Rhett into a hug and kissed him. “Best thing I did at school all year.”

In response Rhett put his arms around Gus and kissed him back, saying, “And he’s the best thing ever to happen to me at school!”

Then they really started kissing! They were mashing their lips together like they were acting in a porno.

“Whoa, guys!” I said. “You can stop now; I think you’ve made your point.”

Both turned to me with devilish grins on their faces. “We’re just getting started!” Rhett exclaimed. “Why do you think we waited until we could all be alone before springing this on you?” He started pushing Gus’s shirt up.

I looked at them, dumbfounded. “You mean, you want to … ?”

Gus pulled his shirt off, and Rhett took his off, too.

“Oh, yeah!” said Gus. “Rhett’s told me you and him have been banging each other for three years now. I want a piece of that action!”

They stood up, undid their belts, and shoved their pants and underwear down in go. They stepped out of them and pulled their socks off. Those horny kids had planned and practised it! Now there were two naked and erect thirteen year olds in front of me. Gus was clearly further into puberty than Rhett, with a long, thin penis and some dark pubic hair.

“So, you gonna get naked, or what?” asked Rhett.

I grinned. “How about you two do the honours?”

Gus went for my shirt while Rhett undid my belt. Tall Gus easily pulled my shirt over my head and after some fumbling Rhett managed to get my belt, pants button and zipper undone. He pushed my pants down to my ankles. I lifted one foot and then the other so he could remove them altogether, and my socks as well. Now I was down to only my underwear, which had a serious tent in front.

“Gus, you can take his underwear off,” said Rhett.

“Sure thing!” came the reply. Grasping the waistband at the side, he quickly pulled them down, then gasped when my penis sprang free.

“That’s huge!” he exclaimed.

“Not really,” I replied. “I saw some guys in the showers at school who were probably bigger. Of course, I only saw them when they were soft!”

“Even your balls have hair,” Gus commented, running his fingers over them.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” said Rhett. “It’s cold down here!”

We grabbed our clothes and ran up to Rhett’s bedroom. He got a small bottle of baby oil from where he’d hidden it in his closet, pulled several paper towels off a roll, and set them down on the side table. We crowded on to Rhett’s bed and for several minutes simply pawed, kissed, and licked each other.

“One-oh-four time!” called Gus.

“One-oh-four?” I asked.

“Yeah. Two guys is a sixty-nine, so three guys is one and a half times that, or one-oh-four.”

“Whatever!” said Rhett. Because he had only a twin sized bed, it took some work to figure out how to get us all together. Eventually I ended up with Gus’s erection in my mouth, Rhett doing me, and Gus doing Rhett.

“Hey, Chad, try not to come!” I heard Gus say. “I want you up my ass in a few minutes!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I mean, Rhett’s on me, and he’s never let me come in his mouth.”

“Same here,” said Gus. “He hates other people’s spooge!”

“Other people’s?” asked Rhett. “I don’t even like mine! Semen’s highly overrated.”

“You realize that without it you wouldn’t be here, right?” I asked.

“Yuck! I don’t even wanna think about it!”

We sucked each other for only a couple of minutes more before breaking up. Gus said, “Rhett, grab some of that oil and slick up my rear. I want to get a real cock inside me!”

Rhett grinned at him. “You mean penis, right?” He got the baby oil, spread some on Gus’s nice clean anus, and handed the bottle to me.

“You’re sure you can take me?” I asked. “No offence, Rhett, but you don’t exactly have a donkey dong.”

Gus made an “O” with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, and put three fingers and a thumb of the other hand into it. “You taught him well,” he said. “We’ve been planning for this for a month. Today’s the first day we’ve been able to pull it off! I’ve, uh, actually put something a bit bigger in there, so I know I can handle yours.”

“All right! Prepare to get your insides coated!”

Gus went back into a doggie position. I lined myself up and gently pushed in. The tip went in easily without any exclamation from him.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Yep! You may fire when ready!”

I slid in all the way, generating a moan from Gus. Carefully I started going back and forth. His ass was great; doing him was every bit as erotic as doing Rhett. Even though he was a larger boy, his rear felt very much the same to my penis.

While I was doing Gus from behind Rhett got a paper towel in one hand and started masturbating Gus with the other. Seeing it, I suggested we put Gus on his back. Quickly we switched around and were back at it.

With me in his rear and Rhett on his penis Gus didn’t have a hope of lasting long. In less than three minutes his breathing went ragged and he was moaning loudly, even though I was only plowing him gently. Suddenly he cried out “AAAHHH!” and blew a long, huge load that Rhett managed to catch on the paper towel.

I worked Gus for another minute before my own orgasm came and filled up his insides.

“Here, catch any leakage with this,” said Rhett, handing me a paper towel. “And get down on your stomach; I’m doing you next!”

I did as he asked, wrapping the paper towel around my penis and laying down on the bed beside Gus, who was still floating somewhere in the clouds. I felt Rhett get behind me and I grasped my butt cheeks with my hands to pull them apart and expose my anus. Rhett greased it up. Then I felt one of his hands on the bed beside me, which he used for leverage while he lowered himself on to me. With his other hand he guided his penis to my hole and pushed it in. I let go and crossed my arms under my head, resting on them while Rhett started doing me.

For the next few minutes the only action on the bed was Rhett’s as he pumped my rear. I really enjoyed the feel of his smaller penis as slid between my cheeks, past my anus, and probed my insides. Rhett could do me as softly or as roughly as he wanted to without causing me discomfort. Today he was more aggressive than usual, going fast and thrusting deep. He went at me hard for five minutes, slowed down, then did a sprint before I heard his characteristic “errrrgggghhhh!” as he came. He collapsed on to my back, gasping for air.

We were all quiet for a while before Gus spoke. “Guys, that was fantastic! I’ve never come like that before!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said. “What did it feel like having me inside you?”

“Oh … I can’t really describe it! It was, well, a lot different than when Rhett’s in there. Oh man, now I can’t wait for him to grow!”

From on top of me I heard Rhett. “Same here! Being thirteen sucks. I’d love to be able to skip ahead a couple of years and get a real penis instead of the toy I have now.”

“I have some pills I could sell you,” I said.

Rhett giggled. “Yeah, right.”

“Hey, they work! It’s just that you have to wait twenty-four months to see results.”

“Funny!” Rhett got up and gave my bum a firm smack. “Let’s all take a shower!”

We got into the shower together. Gus appeared to have no problems being casually naked with us. When Rhett suggested we clean each other instead of ourselves, I added we could two on one. It worked out even better than I thought it would: the boy being cleaned simply stood there while one did his front and the other his back. No surprise, penises and anuses received extra attention.

After drying off we returned to the bedroom to collect our clothes.

“Do you guys usually get dressed at this point?” I asked.

“No!” grinned Rhett. “I was so used to staying naked with you that I just assumed me and Gus would be as well. So the first time after we did it, he started getting dressed and we looked at each other, and I was like ‘Why are you putting your clothes on?’ and he was like ‘Why aren’t you?’”

Gus had a crooked smile. “Yeah, this whole ‘let’s stay naked’ thing is really new to me. I’ve got two younger sisters at home and Mom’s expecting another kid in a few months. The only time I’m not wearing anything is when I’m taking a shower. I don’t even jack off naked!”

“He means masturbate,” Rhett told me with a cocky smile.

“What?” asked Gus, confused.

“Oh,” I said. “I taught Rhett to always use the ‘correct’ terms when we talk about sex; you know, like penis and orgasm. He teases me by using the more common words and pretending I don’t know them.” After a brief pause I added, “I used to be a real penis about it.”

Now Rhett was confused. “What?”

I grinned at him. “Sorry, I meant dick!”

We all laughed.

“Anyway,” said Rhett, “do you wanna … rawr?”

I smiled in delight. “Oh, sure!”

“What?” asked Gus again.

“You’ll see!” Rhett said. “Grab your clothes and come downstairs!”

Once we were in the basement I got out my cell phone. Rhett saw it and started turning on lights.

“I’m going to record this,” I told Gus. “I have video of us wrestling back when he was ten and I was fifteen. If you don’t want your naked body captured forever you should either put something on or stay out of the frame.”

“Oh, I’m not that shy!” he responded. “And I’ve never wrestled naked before. This is going to be fun!”

I recorded a quick video to make sure the light level was good, erased it and started another. The three of us went at it with glee, usually two against one and changing pairs as soon as the target was down. Neither Rhett nor I paid the phone any attention and Gus was soon ignoring it was well. Now old hands at this game, Rhett and I knew each other’s moves and tactics well. Gus was a real wildcard. He had no training or experience, but his mere presence added a wonderful unpredictability that made it all the more exciting.

Half an hour later we were exhausted and sweaty. I stopped recording after getting all three of us to pose for the camera. Once again we gathered our clothes and headed upstairs to Rhett’s bedroom. I connected to my phone to his laptop, found and opened the encrypted container I’d set up on it, and transferred our latest video to it. We spent an enjoyable half hour reviewing old pictures and videos of Rhett and me wrestling naked, in the bath, and at the nude beach.

“Did you guys spend all your time together naked?” asked Gus.

“Pretty much,” I replied. “When I first started babysitting him he wanted me to get into the bath with him and I did. He liked it.” I looked at Rhett for confirmation. “Do you remember that?”

“Yeah. For me it was a test to see if I’d like my babysitter or not. I didn’t like girl sitters because all they did was yak on their phones and I didn’t even bother asking them to take a bath with me. The boys were better, but Chad was the only one to get into the bath. When he did that I knew I’d like him.”

“You just wanted to see me naked, right?”

Rhett paused. “You know, I think so. I wasn’t interested in seeing the girls naked.”

“Maybe you were trying to figure out if your boy sitters were gay?” asked Gus.

“Yeah, that too,” Rhett answered. “All I remember was thinking if a boy sitter would get into the bath with me I knew we’d we get along. Chad was the first one who did it.”

Gus looked at me. “Rhett told me the reason his mom hired you was because she knew you were gay. Now that’s an awesome mom! I still don’t know how my parents are going to handle it when I have to tell them.”

“I’m afraid I can’t really help you there.” I answered. “I don’t know your parents. I can get you some information it you want. Uh, a word of advice: if you’re going to search the web for help, you probably should do it here and not at home.”

“Oh, I know that already! My home network’s locked down really hard because I’m a horny sex-obsessed teenager and I have two younger sisters. Sylvie couldn’t even find a recipe for marinated chicken breasts. Then Dad got on my case ’cause the computer sent him an email saying someone had searched for ‘breast’ and he thought I was looking for porn. Imagine the reaction if he thought I was looking for gay stuff!”

“Oh,” I said, “that’s rough! Okay, if you need any help at all you can talk to me. Rhett’s mom and dad are approachable too but, well, they’re straight. I’m closer in age to you and I learned a lot from the Gay-Straight Alliance at school. You’ll be in high school next year and the school might have a GSA. And the school can’t inform your parents if you join it.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, it’s been a blast,” said Rhett, “but we’d better get dressed. I don’t know how long Mom, Dad, and Leah are going to be out and they might come back at any time.”

“What’s to worry about?” I asked. “Isn’t it normal for them to see you in your bedroom with two friends all in the nude and looking at dirty pictures on your computer?”

“In your dreams!” laughed Rhett.

“Do you seriously want to know what I’ve dreamt about?”

“NO!” cried Rhett in mock horror.

We all shared a laugh and got dressed. Despite the sex, shower, and wrestling there was still some time left in the afternoon, so we piled into my car and headed off to the mall for a snack.

Epilogue and Endnote

That unexpected romp with Rhett and his boyfriend Gus a year and a half ago was the last time I had sex with him. I wasn’t too upset when I came to realize those intimate days had now passed. To me that last time was like a rancorous encore after a great concert. Rhett had his boyfriend, and Donnie and I still met occasionally when we got tired of playing with ourselves.

I entered university ten months later with a diverse selection of courses, still uncertain what I wanted to major in. Which brings us to the present day. Thanks to an LGBTQ group there I found a new boyfriend in Lucas, an exchange student from Europe. He’s a thoughtful and engaging young man. Mom, Dad, and Charlene all like him.

Charlene’s now in law school, specializing in international law and human rights. Watch out, world, when she graduates: you’ll have a smart, strong crusader for social justice on your hands with the law on her side!

Rhett’s sister Leah is two years old and a constant danger to Rhett’s model railway. The model is growing in size and scope, thanks to additional gifts from the web forums, Lloyd, and me. I’m helping Rhett to computerize its operations.

I’m still visiting him regularly but only rarely now do we naked together. He finally hit his adolescent growth spurt late in his fourteenth year and has shot up to 172 cm (5′7″,) but hasn’t filled out so he’s really lanky now. His red hair has darkened in the last couple of years and it’s still long, but he keeps it trimmed it so it isn’t quite so wild. It’s now in a ponytail that he intends to keep through university. He’s active in Venturer Scouts, life-guarding, and the GSA at his high school, and happily two years on is still boyfriends with Gus.

When he and Gus visited me on my 20th birthday and he was fifteen, curiosity got the better of me and I asked if his penis had finally grown. He simply grinned that characteristic grin I’d seen so often before and pulled it out. It was just like the rest of him, thin and long. Gus got into the act by saying his had grown as well and gleefully showed it to me. Of course I felt it was only polite to reciprocate. We all got hard and compared lengths: Rhett’s was longer; mine was thicker; Gus was in between. Time was at a premium so there weren’t any orgasms this time. But Gus commented that with Rhett’s newly developed penis, sex with him was simply awesome.

We’re not lovers any more, but we’re still friends. I’ve watched him grow from a rambunctious, mischievous nine year old into a happy, outgoing teenager, fully aware of his sexuality and very confident in it. There are times, though, when I think I’d just love drive over to his place, get naked with him, and wrestle around in the basement. RAWR!


Endnote


While I work to make most situations in my stories reasonable (see “suspension of disbelief”) this one has a strong fantastical element in that everyone is almost perfect, and that was by design. All the adults are cool, calm, and collected and don’t have any problems with gay people. Chad, Charlene, Donnie, and Gus are friendly, easy-going teenagers with no angst or other emotional issues. Rhett is merely mischievous and not a little hell-raiser. Only very rarely does anyone get upset and lash out at someone.

While we as Canadians like to pride ourselves on our friendly and progressive society, there’s certainly no shortage of angry homophobic asshats in the country. Canada has its own measure of common social ills like inequality, poverty, racism, bigotry, misogyny, xenophobia, and abusive relationships.

There’s also the steamy sexual relationship between Chad and Rhett. In the real world Sabrina would have been blind not to notice what Chad and Rhett were up to, and by not stopping it she could actually risk criminal charges for endangering her child. In fact, something similar happened in Canada while I was writing story. A lady smitten with a new man in her life ignored several red flags the man was abusing her eight year old daughter, and after the man was convicted the woman was placed on the provincial child abuse registry.


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Created on 2020 September 18 at 22:33