Date: Fri, 10 May 2013 01:38:40 -0500
From: Miles Popper <milespopper@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke and Collin 4

Warning: This story contains sexual encounters between minors. If this
offends you or is illegal where you are, then don't read it.

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				 Chapter 4
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I walked out to my car in some unseasonably hot weather. It was my day to
go see Collin after school, so I was hurrying a bit. We had a pretty good
time when I hung out at his house, so I knew he would probably want to have
me over again, and I was worried about that. His ability to smile away my
inhibitions seemed dangerous to me, because I had no idea what I would do
when we were in the moment...if he wanted to.

No amount of worrying was going to make me not want to see him anymore,
though, so I got in my car and drove to his school. Once I got there, I
threw the car into the park and took the keys out of the ignition, and then
just sat there for a moment, looking at myself in the mirror. I ran my
fingers through my hair so that it looked the way I liked. At the time I
didn't think of the fact that I never did that for anyone else. That I was
worried about my appearance before seeing this kid really summed up my
level of attraction to him.

I walked into the school and navigated my way to the part where Collin
would be waiting for me. I saw him sitting in the same chair he had been
the first time. I smiled and walked over to him.

"Hey man," I said, and that was the extent of my greeting. I would have
liked to have added on to it, of course, perhaps by touching his shoulder,
maybe running my hand through his hair, or giving him a hug that lasted a
little longer than it should. That couldn't happen here though, and a
verbal greeting would have to suffice.

"Hi," he replied, and added, "You wanna go outside again? It actually feels
pretty good today."

It did feel pretty good, if not a little too hot. As a result, he was
wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I liked that just fine, as it showed off his
body very well.

"Sure, let's go," I said. He probably just wanted to escape the prying eyes
that would be upon us if we stayed in the school. Anything a little more
private was good for me. So we got up and walked side by side out of the
building, not saying much while we did so. We found ourselves a spot
outside on the playground equipment where it would a little more difficult
for anyone to see us. He had led the way, so I didn't know if he had done
it for that reason or not.

"So how have you been?" I asked, trying to start some conversation.

"Fine, I guess. I wish I got to hang out with you more, though," he
explained.

"Yeah, they don't really give us that much time here," I replied. I was
basically asking him to invite me over again, and I knew he would.

"Well, you could come over again tomorrow if you want. You can come over
any day you want," he said, fulfilling my expectations. There was no way I
was going to turn down the opportunity, either.

"Sure, I don't have much going on tomorrow, we could hang out for a while,"
I said.

"Awesome. Maybe we can play some basketball or something. I think it's
supposed to be warm again," he said excitedly with a smile on his face. The
thought of doing anything with him while he was was sweaty and in a pair of
basketball shorts was enough to get me excited, but I tried to keep myself
under control.

Once we had gotten our plans for the next day worked out, we spent the rest
of our time talking about some random things. We compared our favorite
sports teams, talked about what he'd done at school that day, and other
things like that. It was really nice.

Eventually I had to point out the fact that we were out of time. "We should
probably go back inside."

"Aw, do we have to?" he asked.

"Probably. I don't think they would like it if I made you miss your bus," I
explained, and then risked tousling his hair, since I didn't think anyone
was watching us.

"Yeah," he said, and then after a pause he wrapped his arms around my upper
arm, put his cheek against my should, and sort of gave me a hug. "I wish
you could just take me home...I think I already like you more than the rest
of my friends."

I didn't really know what he meant by that, but it was really sweet. All I
could do was reply with, "Thanks, I really like you too." Then I pulled my
arm away from it so I could wrap it around him and rub his shoulder a
bit. Then, fearing that we were getting a little too touchy-feely for the
school grounds, I said, "Come on, let's go."

Then I walked him to his bus, and waved to him as he got on. As I walked
back to my car, I thought about how much I was looking forward to being
able to play basketball with him. That was a sport that could involve a
bunch of bumping and touching, and I would definitely enjoy that.


It was, once again, a nice warm day outside, and I really hoped Collin and
I took full advantage of it. I was just pulling up to his house, ready for
our game of basketball with my change of clothes. I had taken a little bit
more time getting to his house, now that I wasn't afraid of knocking on his
door. Since I figured he was already inside, I got out of my car and walked
up to the door, then rang the doorbell.

It only took him a few seconds to answer it, since he had probably been
anticipating my arrival. He smiled and said, "You ready to play?"

"I have to get into these," I replied, holding up my change of clothes. He
must have been home for a bit, because he was already changed.

"Alright," he said, moving aside so that I could enter.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, having never really gotten a tour of the
house.

"You don't have to go in there. We're both guys, and it's not like you're
getting naked," he said.

He had a point there, really. It was no different than changing with a
bunch of guys in a locker room. Since I had pretty much given up on
following any of the rules that applied to this mentorship thing, I decided
to go with it. I just said, "Okay then," and stepped into the living room,
kicked off my shoes, and pulled my pants off, right in front of him.

It only took me a few seconds to step into my basketball shorts, and during
those few seconds, Collin's attempt to pretend like he wasn't looking at me
was cute, to say the least. However, it was pretty obvious that he was
giving me a look down. It was very hard not to read into that more than I
should. He was 11, and probably just curious as to what older guys looked
like down there. That obvious explanation didn't stop me from thinking
things I shouldn't, though.

I changed my shirt, too, and he made no attempt to pretend like he wasn't
looking at me. Probably because it was just my upper body, and there wasn't
really anything weird about looking at that. On the other hand, my mind was
telling me that he was looking at me the same way I would look at him if he
started removing articles of clothing. That had to be wrong though, because
there was no way his feelings were similar to mine when he was so young.

"Alright, ready to go," I stated. He grabbed a ball that was sitting by the
door, then we exited the house and went over to the driveway where there
was a basketball hoop set up.

"So what are we going to play?" he asked, "Just some one on one?"

That sounded pretty good to me, because as I said, we could always get a
little more physical than a normal game between a 17 year old and an 11
year old.

"Sure," I agreed, and we did exactly that. Obviously, it wasn't normal
basketball physicality. I wasn't trying to win or anything, I was making
sure we were staying pretty even. However, I made sure to let him get right
up against me when he was trying to dribble backwards towards the basket,
and so forth. This probably wasn't the best idea, because during the entire
game I was in danger of popping a pretty big hard-on. I managed to stay at
least kind of soft, though, at least enough that it wasn't obvious through
my shorts.

In the end I let him dribble around me and win. Not that I really needed to
let him win, as he probably would have kept it kind of close even if I had
been playing my hardest. He was obviously going to be better than me, I
just had several years and inches on him.

The end result of this game was a couple of sweaty boys, one maybe a little
sexier than the other. Collin looked great with his sweaty hair, and his
clothes sticking to his body. I could only hope that he would decide to
change in front of me, like I had in front of him. Not only would I get to
see him in his underwear, but I bet it would be sticking nicely to his cute
butt.

"Good game," he said, "I think I'm gonna have to take a shower now,
though. I'm super sweaty."

Well, there went my hope that he was going to change in front of me. I hid
my disappointment and said, "Yeah, it's pretty hot out here. I got pretty
sweaty too."

"You can take a shower too, if you want," he offered, as we began to walk
back into the cool house.

"Oh...maybe," I replied a little hesitantly. I had never really liked
shower at other people's houses, it made me feel weird.

"Come on. You don't want to feel gross for the rest of the day, do you?" he
said. I wasn't really sure why he was so worried about it, but whatever.

"I guess I could just take one," I gave in, "You can go first, though, it's
your house."

"Oh, well..." he trailed off and looked down a bit, seeming a bit
embarassed.

"What?" I asked, completely unsure of what he was going to have to say.

"Well...I thought it might take to long if we both take one, and you might
have to leave. So...we might as well just, like, take it together or
something."

I had no idea what to say to that, I just couldn't believe he had actually
suggested this. That was not a normal thing kids suggest, but saying it was
tempting would be an understatement. Seeing his perfect body completely
naked would be the best thing that had ever happened to me.

But the reality of the situation was that I couldn't possibly let myself
say yes to this offer. That would just be completely out of line. To add on
to this, there was also the fact that would be hard in about 3 seconds, and
that would be a little awkward to explain to him.

With those thing in mind, I answered, "Thanks...but I don't think that
would be appropriate."

He looked disappointed at that, almost as if he wanted to see my dick as
much as I wanted to see his. Then he pulled out his real weapon by saying,
"Oh, I guess that's alright...Are you just afraid you're gonna get another
boner like you did during the game?"

All I could do was stand there, with my mouth open a bit, probably looking
like an idiot. What are you supposed to say to that, though? All I managed
to get out was, "I...didn't."

"Come on," he begged, dismissing my denial, "I get them all the time. It's
no big deal, and it will be twice as fast if we do it this way. It's just
like a public shower at a pool."

He grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the bathroom, getting a
little smirk on his face. I resisted a little bit at first and said, "I
don't know, man, I don't think I'm allowed to."

"I'm not going to tell anyone," he reassured me, and I started to walk in
the direction he was pulling me, only stopping to grab the clothes that I
had been wearing before. He was going to get his way, now, and I didn't
know why I had ever resisted in the first place. It was just some nudity,
it couldn't be that wrong.

He got me to the bathroom and led me inside, then he shut and locked the
door behind us, just in case. I was already breathing a little rapidly, and
getting hard, in anticipation of what was about to happen. I was actually
going to be naked with this amazing boy, watching him wash himself and
being able to look over every single inch of his body that I so desperately
wanted to see.

"Okay," he said, and then walked over the the shower and turned on the
water so that it would be warm by the time we got in. I was so into this
now that I wasn't even worried about him leading anymore, and I started to
lower my shorts, slowly. Now that I didn't have to worry about him judging
me because I had a boner, I didn't even care.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, dude," he encouraged me, "We have the
same thing down there."

Then he dropped his shorts in one quick motion, revealing the first
interesting thing of the encounter. He was wearing a pair of blue briefs,
and their sweatiness was making a nice tent where his dick was. In fact, it
kind of seemed like he had a bit of a boner going on himself, but I might
just have been imagining it since mine was raging at this point. I threw my
shorts down the rest of the way to reveal a significantly larger tent.

He looked at it, always smiling, for a moment and then said, "Don't worry,
I think I have one too."

I figured I was going to either faint, throw up, or just die waiting on him
to undress the rest of the way, but fortunately none of those things
happened. I just stood there in awe of what was happening.

He lifted his shirt up over his head, instead of taking off his underwear,
like I wanted. Now he was just standing there in some briefs, the wood
under them now a bit more obvious, and damn was he beautiful. I just wanted
to go up to him and run my hands over every inch of his skin, but I
couldn't.

I decided I should probably take off my shirt too, instead of just gawking
at him, so I did that. Now came the moment I had been waiting for. In just
a few seconds we would be standing naked in front of each other, and my
eyes would get what they had been craving this entire time.

"You sure this is okay?" I asked, giving him one last chance to get out of
this, which I didn't expect him to take.

"Yeah, it's fine," he answered. Then he pulled his underwear down to his
ankles, stood back up, and stepped out of them. I'm surprised I didn't ruin
the experience by going blind with joy, if that is even possible. Instead I
managed to somewhat casually check him out quickly.

He didn't have a hair anywhere, which wasn't really surprising considering
his age. I also got a great view of his little friend, which was standing
up completely at this point. It was only a few inches long, as far as I
could tell with the quick glances I was taking so I didn't look like I was
staring, and he was circumcised, just like I was.

I took off my underwear too, revealing my dick to him. As I did this, I
began to be a little self conscious about the hair I had down there. Not
that I was embarrassed by it, I wasn't really even that hairy of a person,
but I didn't even know if he had ever seen an older guy's dick. Since his
dad didn't live with him, I didn't know when he would have, so I hoped he
didn't think the pubes were weird or anything. I also hoped I had done a
better job of hiding my glances than he was doing, because his were pretty
obvious.

"Your's is a lot bigger than mind," he stated, and then got a little red
and looked at the ground as he realized what he had said. It wasn't really
huge or anything, probably pretty average, but to him it probably seemed
pretty big.

"Well, I'm a lot older than you," I said, and then added, "Well, we better
get this shower done."

"Yeah," he said, and he turned around to make sure the water wasn't too hot
and, finding it to be alright, got into the shower. As he did this, I got a
nice view of his butt. This just served to make me hornier, if that was
even possible.

I stepped into the warm shower, and pulled the curtain closed behind
me. Now I could just admire him and his beautiful body as he stood there
with water cascading down him. The way his wet hair was sticking to his
head just made him cuter, and I just wanted to embrace him.

He grabbed a bottle of body wash and began to soap himself up. I considered
him lucky, because I was wishing that I could be the one to rub the soap
all over him.

Once he had enough, he handed the bottle to me and said, "Here you go." I
squirted some out into my palm and started lathering myself as I watched
him turn around under the water to rinse himself off. If it was possible
for my dick to get any harder, then it was about to, because as he watched
me put soap on myself, he lifted his hand and put it on his own little
boner and started touching it a bit. I didn't really know what to do at the
sight of that, because I didn't really know what he was doing.

That answer revealed itself pretty quickly as he then wrapped his entire
hand around his shaft. Before he went any further than that, he looked up
at me to gauge my reaction, which was just pure amazement, and my face
probably showed it.

As he looked at me, he kind of shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and said,
"We both look like we need to, so...why not, right?"

Right then, as he stood in front of me, wet, naked, and with that beautiful
smile, I probably would have done anything he said. He owned me
completely. I was practically just a mindless zombie when he looked at me
like that.

I just replied with a shrug of the shoulders and a nod of the head, unable
to come up with words. As he began to jack himself off, I, unsure of
myself, began to do it also, and I could tell that I wasn't going to last
very long. Actually, that was an understatement. I wouldn't have lasted
very long if I had been imagining this scene, but actually seeing it was
going to make me blow in just seconds.

We were both eying each other was we did our thing, and the fact that he
was looking at me with as much interest as I was looking at him with just
got me closer. Then, he looked at my face, and I saw that there was no
longer exactly a smile on his face, but more a look of pleasant
satisfaction. I just closed my eyes and felt myself begin to cum. I pointed
my dick downward so I wouldn't shoot all over him, and then I just put my
head back and felt my body begin to shudder with pleasure.

It was definitely the best orgasm I had ever gotten just from
masturbating. I was a virgin, so I didn't really know what sex felt like,
but if it was better than this it must be amazing. Once I was done, I
opened my eyes and looked down at the damage I had done. It looked like
more than I usually shot, but it was hard to tell since the water was
washing it away.

"Jeez, you didn't last long," Collin said as he moved his feet apart to
avoid the cum that was washing down the drain. This kind of relaxed my
fears that he would find my body weird, because he obviously already knew
some stuff if he wasn't asking any questions about the stuff that had just
shot out of my dick.

"Yeah, sorry," was all I could say, even though I had no idea what I was
apologizing for. All this time he was still beating away at himself. He
sped up a bit now, probably in a hurry to finish now that I was already
done. After a few seconds of this, he squinted his eyes as he began to get
where he wanted. His breathing sped up a bit, and I watched him experience
the pleasure that I wished I was causing him. I wanted to make him feel
that good.

All I could do was watch though, and when he was done he took his hand away
from himself, and I saw his dick going back to its normal position, just as
mine had started to do.

"Well, I feel better now," he said, and then took a deep breath.

"Me too. A lot better," I replied. The truth is I felt amazing, because the
level of satisfaction I had gotten from what had just happened was
astounding. The guilt that I knew was probably going to catch up with me
wasn't even there yet, and I was hoping I could hold it off for a little
while longer, because we weren't done with the shower.

I grabbed the shampoo and said, "Well, we better finish up," then I paused
to open up the bottle and said, "You want me to do this for you?'

"Okay," he approved. I was glad, because this was really just an excuse for
me to be able to run my fingers through his hair freely, and I did. His
hair had probably never been that clean, because I took my time lathering
the shampoo. His eyes were closed while I was doing this, so I also took
the time to look at him extra carefully. I looked at every inch of him: his
beautiful face, his body, and his now flaccid cock. This was amazing, and I
wanted to savor every moment of it.

Once I was finished, I put my hands on his shoulders and moved him back
under the water, so that the soap could wash out of his hair. Before
putting my hands back up on his hands, I slid them all the way down his
arms. This moment was getting way more sensual than I had ever wanted it to
get, but I was hardly thinking for myself.

The soap ran down his body and into the drain as I ran my fingers back
through his hair, and the wash was finished, but he wasn't. With his eyes
still closed, he edged his way towards me, closing the gap between our
bodies. The he rested the side of his head on my chest and wrapped his arms
around me.

If I had thought that just touching his arms had been to sensual, then I
didn't know what to think about this. Really, though, it didn't matter, and
I put one hand on his head and the other on his back as we embraced as two
lovers would.

If this had happened any earlier, it would have freaked me out. Now,
though, I knew why he was doing it. He practically had no parents, and he
never spoke of any close friends, so his attachment to me was strong. I was
his friend, and he was seeing that I cared about him more than anyone else
did, and I was seeing that he was returning my deep affection for him.

And it was at that moment, in that bathroom, with our bodies entwined, that
I realized what I felt for him went beyond lust or deep affection. The
truth is, I had begun to love him.

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