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By Chris Carr
Marcus has been over quite a lot lately.
Bright, inquisitive and rather funny at times, he wasn’t a problem, save his
incredibly good looks. From day one I was struck with him, his charming smile
and boyish form alluring. He and his mother moving into the house next door,
I’d chatted with her on the occasion but avoided fraternization with the
There was mention of a father but he
seemed absent. I was heading to the drug store one day when Marcus saw me
getting in my car. Captivated, I was apparently staring. Watching me, he
eventually raised his hand and waved. Embarrassed, I waved back, dashing out the
From then on he seemed comfortable
“Hey Mr. A, heading out?” He’d
say, paralleling me on the other side of the hedges. Sometimes I had time to
engage him but, erring on the side of caution, I usually kept it stepping.
Working real estate allowing me flexible hours I’d frequently run into him,
especially in the afternoons. A soccer ball or his phone in hand, he’d shadow
me like a puppy, peppering me with questions. I caught the hint, poor kid was
apparently lonely. There weren’t many 14 year olds in our neighborhood. In
fact, there weren’t many kids period. Most the homeowners either retirement
age or childless, I imagine the poor kid was going stir crazy.
I was coming home with pizza one day
when he popped up. I hadn’t noticed him on the other side of the hedges but
his keen ears detected me and, like a Jack-In-the-box, he popped up, his
chipmunk cheeks glowing as he greeted,
“Home early, huh Mr. A.?” Shadowing
me along the hedges, he started with his questions, his eyes locked on my pizza.
I wanted to offer him some but wasn’t sure I should allow such captivating
beauty into my house. In other words, I didn’t trust myself alone with him. He
looked so longingly at my pizza however, I felt bad.
“Ate yet Marcus?” I really
shouldn’t have asked because his eyes lit up and he practically jumped over
the hedges, following me into the house.
“Shouldn’t you check with your
mom?” I asked. Running into his house he ran back out, his opened shirt
flailing behind him like a cape. His stylish t-shirt hugging him, I caught
glimpses of his developing form. My heart skipping, I was actually happy for his
idle chatter as we walked inside.
Once inside, Jr, as his mom called him
was like a stray cat, constantly returning. “Oooh, you have them all?!” He
gushed, picking up my boxset of the Divergent Series. A client had bought it for
me but I’d forgotten I had them. Drooling, his eyes danced as he beamed,
“Can we watch them?!” When I told
him they were the books, his face dropped so, I felt bad.
“I think the first book is on DVD,”
I told him. His eyes brightening, I knew what he’d ask next. So that night, we
watched Divergent and ate pizza. Well, he watched while I failed miserably at
avoiding longing gazes at him.
The movie was good, albeit a bit long.
Marcus reacted to everything his eyes lighting up when something good happened
while he looked forlorn at some of the sad scenes. He even hooted a couple of
times, his legs going up. While I enjoyed his company, I was relieved when he
finally left. Watching his cute form walk out my door, I tried not to fantasize
but failed again, eventually running to my room, lube in hand.
As I said, Jr felt at ease returning after that. No sooner I’d get home, my doorbell would ring and he’d be beaming at me when I opened the door...
“Hey Jr,” I’d say, letting him in.
Bounding for my couch, he’d fire up the sound system, happily listening to my
eclectic collection of music. Surprised he liked it, it was interesting
listening to his choices. From Pat Metheny to Marcus Roberts, he never ceased to
amaze me. He even threw in some Gershwin, the broad sweeps and moving swells of
Rhapsody In Blue filling the house.
The weather warm, he’d frequently wear
shorts, his smooth legs exposed as he pulled his big feet up on the couch.
Leaving him to his fun, I’d go about my business, settling in for the evening.
Most times he’d return home for dinner but a few times I’d order in and
Giving him run of my entire place, I
guess the event from a few days ago was inevitable. Music playing in the front
room, Marcus wasn’t there when I passed. Wondering where he was, I peeked in a
couple of rooms but couldn’t find him. Wondering if he was playing a game of
hide-and-seek, I started looking in obscure places, like the laundry room and
Other than the music, the house was so
eerily quiet, my senses were strangely alerted. Something odd was happening, but
I wasn’t sure what. The door to my guest room closed, I absently opened it.
There on the bed was Marcus, his shorts opened, his raring boy tool in his hand
as he gazed at the porn on my tablet!
His little face panicked, he almost threw my tablet onto the floor as he wrestled his fire post into his shorts. Scared shitless, he yelled, which made me yell then I slammed the door, not a word shared between us, save our morbid hysteria...
“Ask you a question?” He posited, standing in the kitchen door. I was busy making pasta, stung by a strange cooking bug that evening. A spoon raised to my lips, I paused, nodding at the contemplative youth.
“You…” His face reddening, his
eyes dropped. A pot bubbling beside me, I laid the spoon down, quietly
approaching the trouble teen.
“It’s no biggie,” I consoled.
“Everybody does it.” Slowly looking up, he looked hopeful.
“Do you?” He asked, his face
sincere. I was about to answer when a pot boiled over on the stove. Running to
it, I lowered the burner, wiping up the sauce that’d boiled over. Looking
back, Marcus wasn’t there. The moment apparently lost, I turned the burners
off, walking through the house searching for him.
I found him in the den. Deep in thought,
his feet were up on the coffee table, his eyes gazing at the blank TV. Sitting
beside him I said nothing, hoping he might feel up to talking at some point. We
sat for so long, I feared he’d never say anything when he finally croaked,
“I think I’m doing it wrong.”
Surprised, I replied,
Looking up at me, his adorable face looked troubled.
“I… I can’t...” Stopping, he
looked down. Just a hello over the hedges had led to this, I thought, a bit
encumbered. Wasn’t his father supposed
to be having this conversation with him? And what the hell was I supposed to
The silence deafening, I croaked,
“Look buddy, you’re young. There’s
plenty of time to learn. Heck, I didn’t even know about it at at your
“But you do now?” Glancing at him, I
felt more uncomfortable. I was talking about jacking off with the kid from next
“Well, yeah… but…”
“Can you show me?” Ah
shit! Caught totally off guard, I almost recoiled. Before I could detest, he
“Please… please… please!”
My mouth dropped open, I felt like one of those horror show victims. How
had I gotten here and what the fuck was happening?!
“Mr. A., it won’t do it right.”
Before I could protest, he started opening his shorts.
“Wait!” I finally sputtered. Both of us freezing, my heart beat so hard, I felt lightheaded...
Walking straight to my bed, he opened
his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. His spindly legs bared, I felt
euphoric. In a flash I was looking at his smooth legs and pert round bottom, his
briefs perfectly framing them.
As I watched, no gazed,
he kicked off his tennis also, peeling his socks off in one fail swoop as he
crawled up on the bed. Near collapsing, I watched Jr on all fours, his large
bare soles soft as clouds while his narrow boy ass rotated, back and forth as he
crawled. Sitting against the headboard, he looked expectantly at me.
In a daze I walked to my bed, joining
him. His sleek form right before me, I didn’t know where to look. Finally
looking up at his waiting eyes, I muttered,
“So… what seems to be the
problem?” Peeling his briefs back, he pulled his hardening boy wonder out. In
an instant it shot up, hard as a post. Aimed at his belly, I salivated, longing
for his eager offering. Smooth as
the rest of him, it was a darting missile, raring to go. The head shaped like an
arrow, the corona was clearly evident, a defined ridge about the base. His
circumcision scare evident, the head was a shade lighter than his darker shaft.
My mouth watering, I would’ve given my right arm to swoop on it.
“It won’t come out,” Jr fussed,
looking hopelessly at his hardness.
“What won’t come out?”
“The stuff… like the guys in the
pornos,” He griped. Finally grasping his problem, I almost chuckled. I wanted
to tell him he was too young to make a huge cum production but, remembering how
he objected to me calling him young, I held my peace.
“Can you make it come out?” Holding
me with those puppy dog eyes, the frustration was evident on his cherub-like
face. This kid really wanted to spurt like the big guys! Wishing I was stronger,
I still couldn’t bear to tell him the truth. My dick doing flip-flops in my
pants, the opportunity before me was too great.
“Just this one time,” I conceded, my
cheeks red. Ecstatic, Jr raised up, peeling his briefs off his skinny legs,
tossing them on the floor. Naked from the waist down, I was surprised at how
comfortable he was. At his age, I would’ve died, removing my clothes in front
I was about to reach for his throbbing
offering when I remembered lubrication. His straight arrow not even leaking, I
was sure he’d need it. Rifling through my nightstand, I heard him say,
“What’re you looking for?” Right
behind me, he was practically leaning over my shoulder. Looking back, I came
almost face to face with him.
“Some… lube,” I croaked, his
luscious lips right at mine.
“What’s that?” He said, sitting
back. Explaining that jacking off without lubrication can be uncomfortable, I
told him how the lube could help prevent chafing. His face a question mark he
The kid a virtual question machine, I couldn’t believe it’d fell my lot to
instruct him on these things. Opening the cap on the lube I told him,
“It’s when you rub it with your dry
hands and get a sore or scrape it.” His eyes widening, he ejected,
why I keep getting the scrapes?!”
“Probably,” I said, pouring some
lube in my hand. Hesitant, I looked at his throbbing boy wonder. He looked down
also, then back up at me.
“What? You need to put some on me?”
I slowly nodded and he smiled, “Go ahead!”
Leaning back, he spread his legs,
prominently presenting his pulsing organ. Never in my 43 years had I ever
expected something like this. Had I prayed for this I never would’ve got it, I
was certain. But here I was, on my bed,
about to pour lube on the cutest boy you’ve ever seen.
“Anybody ever told you, you look like
that kid from Black-ish?” His eyes going wide again, he gushed,
“All the time!” His face filled with
wonder, he chuckled, “I don’t see it,” shaking his head.
Holding the bottle of lube over his
stiff offering I let a healthy helping run over it. Wiggling, he giggled, his
dick wobbling all over the place.
“Tickles.” Clasping his eager growth
in my lubricated hand, I slowly choked upon his bat. His toes curling, he
suddenly cooed, his mouth opening. In a matter of seconds, his hips were pushing
up, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his face went red. His eyes locked
on my hand, he suddenly looked up at me.
“Never felt like this!” He gushed, his breath halting. “I think its coming!” He blasted, his hips pushing upwards. His precious toes curling he looked at his dick, then expectantly up at me. With an excited gasp, he flung his hips up, his eyes squeezing shut...
...Crawling onto my bed, he sat against
the headboard. His willowy legs extended, his dick was a prominent extension
between them. For some reason contemplative, his head was down, his usually
jovial face thoughtful.
“Can we do more?” He posited, his
voice low. My heart leaping, I couldn’t imagine what he meant.
“More? Like what?” His head still
down he mumbled,
“Like the guys in your videos.”
My eyes widening, I couldn’t believe
what I was hearing. He had been
looking at my Gay porn! A myriad of questions assaulting me, I wondered how much
“What guys?” I hedged. Reaching for
my tablet, he fired up one my favorite videos. The guys kissing, I knew they’d
soon be sucking dicks and more. My heart pounding, I slowly looked up at him.
“What… what more
do you want to do?” Peering up at me he inquired,
“You… you don’t… get
off?” Wanting to kiss the dear
boy, I couldn’t believe my ears. Did he really have the capacity to consider
someone other than himself?
“Well… yeah,” I croaked, looking
down myself. Shrugging his shoulders, he muttered,
“Then… why don’t you?” Dizzy, I
glanced at him, both of us nervous. This was way
more than I’d anticipated. Running to catch up, I couldn’t reply. Like a
giddy teen myself, I shrugged my shoulders.
“So like… can I see yours?” My
heart pounding so hard I was almost trembling, I glanced at him, shrugging my
shoulders again. Little Marcus was on my bed, half his body naked, his dick
throbbing hard and he was waiting on me to jack off. Take me now Lord!
Time extending, I slowly opened my
pants, my dick so hard it almost shot out my briefs. Glancing at him, I
nervously peeled them back, reaching in for my extension, letting it free.
Wickedly hard, it stood up, pressed against my abdomen, the head leaking.
“Wowwww,” Marcus cooed, his eyes wide...
...Later that evening he was unusually
quiet as we watched a movie. His unusually large feet upon the couch, he sat
right next to me.
“Can I spend the night?” He asked.
Peering up at me, his face was almost mischievous. Caught off guard again, I
“Uh… I…,” Looking at him, I
yearned to say yes but had a bad feeling about it. Besides, I didn’t think his
mom would ever go for it. Playing my hunch, I countered,
“I doubt your mom will…” Before I
could finish he’d whipped out his phone and was dialing. Talking excitedly to
her he ejected,
“Mom, Mr. A… I mean, Mr. Abbot
invited me to stay at his place. Can I stay, pleeeeeez?!” Shocked, my eyes
bucked as I waved my hands at him. Ignoring me, he shook his head, suddenly
handing me the phone. Panicked, I looked at it like it was bubonic plague or
something. Finally taking it, I croaked,
“Phil, thanks so much for taking time
with Jr,” His mom gushed. As with the other times I’d chatted with her I
half-smiled, hearing how similar her voice was to Jr’s. “Now don’t you let
him pressure you into something if you’re busy,” She chided.
“No Rose, it’s ok,” I assured,
looking at him. Had he known all along
she’d be cool? As I looked he threw me that impish smirk. The little
“… his inhaler and foot cream?”
Looking at Jr’s large feet, I returned,
“I… I’ll ask him.” Covering the
phone I said, “She’s asking about your inhaler and foot…” His face going
three shades of red he moaned,
Snatching the phone he whined at her, obviously embarrassed. Hanging up, he
nervously glanced at me and muttered,
“I’ll be right back.” Hopping up,
he darted for the door, his feet half in his tennis which he’d removed to
watch the movie.
Left alone, it dawned on me, Jr was
about to spend the night. One hundred questions coming to mind, most prominent
was, where would he sleep? I was still thinking on these things when the door
opened, Jr bounding through it. A small backpack in hand, his cheeks glowed as
he ran to the couch and hopped on it next to me. Smiling, he enthused,
“So now what do we do?”
...Silence engulfing us, we idly read.
In time my mind wandered and I tried getting my thoughts around Jr spending the
night and Jr. in my bed. The heat from his body right next to me, my eyes
wandered, traveling up from his large toes, over his smooth legs, beautiful
He was smiling at me. Busted, I pulled
my eyes off his smooth legs and half smiled. Returning to my book, it wasn’t
long before I was drifting again. I couldn’t stop looking at his big feet and
smooth legs, my mind traveling to where they met and what was there.
Caught, I looked up to see him smiling
again. “This is cool!” He raved, nodding his head. I nodded, trying
desperately to read again. I was finally making some headway when I felt him
looking at me. Glancing up, I half smiled. He threw his broad smile then said,
“Can I ask you a question?” Nodding,
I laid my tablet on my lap. “You do the things they do in your videos?” And here we were! How long had it taken, ten, fifteen minutes?
“Things like what?” I croaked. His
face turning red, after a few he finally answered,
“Like… like the things the guys
do.” Seeing the direction he was headed, my heart raced. How
much do I tell him?
“Some,” I allowed, looking away.
Nodding, he thought for a while.
“Like… could you teach me?”
Reeling, the room felt like it was spinning. How’d
I got here and what the hell was I supposed to say?!
“Oh, Jr…, I’m not sure we should
be…” Sitting up, he objected,
“Com’on Mr. A., you know I’m
“Yeah… but you’re so young…”
Throwing his hands up, he protested,
“Ok, so that’s why I’m asking you
to teach me.” His face earnest he petitioned, “I saw the things
they were doing and…” His cheeks reddening, he paused. “And like, I
don’t have anyone that could show me.” Picking up speed, he looked up at me.
“But if you know, you could show me.
And I’d be real cool, just like I have about the other things. So you don’t
have to worry about nobody knowing and stuff.” Nodding his head, he looked
earnestly up at me.
was why I didn’t want to have him in my place! Had we been leading to this all
along? My palms sweaty I glanced at him, several thoughts coming to mind.
Summarily cornered, I hedged,
“What… what kind of things?” With
a big smile he gushed,
Nodding, he bubbled,
Not knowing where to start I sat frozen,
my heart racing. “Jr? Do you like guys?”
His eyes widening, his little face went
three shades of red. Looking away, he muttered,
“I don’t know. I just like you.” I wanted to ask more but observing how uncomfortable he
seemed, I settled for,
“Have you done things with a male
before?” Shaking his head, he didn’t appear ready to further discuss it so I
left it alone. Uncertain how to proceed, I took his hand in mine. Placing my
other hand on top of it, I gently caressed his hand for a while. He seemed to
like that so I continued.
“So…. where do we start?” I asked,
still uncertain. Looking at his hand in mines, he inquired,
“Why do they do the licking thing?” Could’ve been worse, I thought, relieved and disappointed at the
thing?” Glancing at me, he nodded.
“Like… guys don’t have breasts, so
why do they lick there?” Pointing at his nipple, his question was sincere.
Glad he wasn’t jumping too far, I explained,
“Well… there’s a number of erotic
spots on both males and females and a lot of men find it erotic.” Nodding, he
thought for a while.
“So… what’re your
erotic spots?” Chuckling I said,
“You’re not supposed to just tell
them. It’s better if you discover
them. Besides, I’m not giving you all my secrets,” I said, tickling his
stomach. He giggled then became serious.
“Can we see if that’s an erotic spot for me then?” Without waiting he lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. And we’re off and running!
“Well, remember what I told you about
‘erotic spots’?” His eyes lighting up, he nodded. “The male g-spot is
just one of them.”
“Cool. So what is it?” Hesitating, I
was so excited, I could hardly speak. My heart thundering in my ears, I replied,
“It’s… It’s probably easier to
His bright eyes following my every move, he watched as I retrieved the lube.
“Uh… why don’t you lie down,” I
stammered. His face curious, he slid down, lying down on the bed. Lifting his
legs, I got between them, parting them until his pink ring was visible. Pouring
some lube on my fingers, I lubed his winking hole. Raising his head, he peered
between his legs.
“It’s in there?”
“Yes,” I replied, my voice husky.