Author: wolfcub
Title: Boy Buddy
Summary: A lonely boy finds the friend of his dreams.
Keywords: mb, 1st, cons

Greg never dreamed things would turn out the way they did.

Greg didn't want a tutor for algebra. He didn't care about algebra.  A 
"C" was good enough, and he was pretty sure he could manage that on his 
own. However, it wasn't good enough for his mother, and she had 
arranged a tutor for him.

All having a tutor was going to do was waste two afternoons each week. 
Not that Greg had any friends that would miss him on those afternoons. 
At fifteen years old, he was getting adjusted to a new house in a new 
neighborhood and attending a new school. He spent most of his time 
alone, but playing computer games alone, or reading alone, or watching 
TV alone was better than studying algebra. He was sure it was going to 
be miserable.

At least, that's what Greg thought before he rang the door bell. When 
the door opened, he was greeted by the cutest boy he had ever seen. The 
boy standing before him had wavy, shoulder-length, dirty-blond hair and 
green eyes. He was thin, but his well-defined muscles and golden skin 
indicated that he was physically active and spent a lot of time 
outside. He was wearing a pair of loose-fitting, very short shorts and 
nothing else.

"Uh, hello?" The boy's voice was as beautiful as his body.

"Yes?"

"I said, are you here to see my dad?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Does Mr. Smith live here? He's supposed to tutor me in 
math."

"Come on in. Dad!"

Mr. Smith came out from the kitchen, but Greg couldn't take his eyes 
off of the boy.

"Hi! You must be Greg. I see you've met Kevin, already."

"Dad, I'm going over to Randy's, okay?"

"Alright." Mr. Smith put his arm around Kevin's shoulders, gave him a 
firm hug, then sent him along with a swat on the butt.

"Okay, Greg, let's get to work."

Over the next hour, Greg tried to concentrate on algebra, but his mind 
kept going back to Kevin. Greg had often fantasized about being with a 
younger boy, and Kevin was more beautiful than any boy Greg had 
imagined. The sight of Kevin's nearly-naked body had made Greg's heart 
pound. He had to find a way to get to know him.

That night and the next morning, Greg masturbated while thinking about 
Kevin. When he got home from school, he went to the school district's 
web site to see what time the local elementary school let out. At the 
end of his tutoring session, Greg had gotten brave and asked Mr. Smith 
about Kevin. Kevin was 11 years old and in the fifth grade.

Greg rode his bicycle around the neighborhood. He didn't really expect 
to run into Kevin, but he wasn't brave enough to knock on Mr. Smith's 
door and ask to see him.

Greg couldn't believe his good fortune when he came to the local park: 
Kevin was there--by himself--hanging upside down from the chin-up bars.

Greg's first impulse was to rush over to Kevin, but he forced himself 
to stay calm. He casually rode up to where Kevin was and stopped his 
bike.

"Hey, you're Kevin, right?"

Kevin pulled himself upright and sat on the bar. Through the open leg 
of Kevin's loose-fitting shorts, Greg could just glimpse one of Kevin's 
testicles. He forced himself to look away before Kevin noticed that he 
was checking him out.

"Yeah. You're the guy my dad was helping. Greg."

"Right. So, what's going on?"

"Nothing! My friend Randy has a doctor's appointment, then he and his 
mom are going shopping. He's not going to be back until late."

Greg summoned what courage he could, then quickly made an offer before 
he chickened out.

"You could hang out with me, at my place, if you want. I've got a cool, 
new video game."

"Yeah? Okay."

Kevin hopped down off of the bar. Greg almost fainted. He couldn't 
believe his luck: He was going to spend the afternoon with an 
incredibly cute and mostly naked 11-year-old boy!

Greg walked his bicycle alongside Kevin. They talked about what video 
games each had, what they were good at, and what they liked. When they 
got to Greg's house, Greg showed Kevin to his bedroom. He turned on the 
TV, started up the game console, then let Kevin play first. He kicked 
off his shoes, then sat on the edge of his bed, next to Kevin.

While Kevin was totally absorbed in the game, Greg was totally absorbed 
in Kevin. Greg's eyes started at Kevin's long hair and worked their way 
slowly down to his bare feet, drinking in every ounce of his boy 
beauty. He was surprised when Kevin turned towards him and offered the 
game controller.

"It's your turn." Then, after a slight pause, "Why are you looking at 
me like that?"

Greg blushed at having been caught. He tried to play innocent. "Like 
what?"

Kevin just shook his head then laid back on the bed to watch Greg play 
the game.

Greg tried to focus on the game, but having Kevin lying right next to 
him on his bed was very distracting. Out of the corner of his eye, Greg 
saw Kevin grab his shorts and adjust himself. This was enough to end 
his turn.

This time, Greg tried to pay more attention to the game instead of 
Kevin, but he couldn't stop himself from eyeing the boy's incredible 
body. 

Without looking away from the game, Kevin pushed Greg hard with his 
left hand. "Stop it!"

"Stop what?" Greg protested, unconvincingly.

"You're looking at me, again."

Greg gave up pretending. "So? You're in my room, playing my game. I'm 
not allowed to look at you? What do you want me to do, stare at the 
ceiling?"

Kevin ignored him, instead focusing on the game. When his turn ended, 
he shoved the controller at Greg. "I would have done better if you 
hadn't been looking at me."

As Greg took the controller from Kevin, he said in a mocking voice, 
"Well, next time, I'll close my eyes while you play."

Kevin pushed Greg hard, knocking him off of the bed and onto the floor. 
Greg looked at Kevin and saw a playful twinkle in his eyes. Greg set 
the game controller on the ground then pounced on Kevin. He lifted him 
into the air and dropped him in the middle of his bed. Kevin came right 
back at him, and the two of them wrestled on the bed.

Greg was surprised by how strong Kevin was, but Greg had the advantage 
of height and weight. He soon had Kevin pinned on his back. Greg felt 
his penis stiffen as Kevin struggled uselessly underneath him. After a 
few moments, Kevin relaxed.

"I gotta pee," Kevin announced, plainly.

"Yeah, right. You're just trying to trick me into letting you up."

"No, really: I gotta pee, bad."

"Sorry. I'm not buying it."

"I'll pee on your bed. I will!"

Greg showed no sign of relenting.

"Seriously! I gotta go!"

Greg decided not to take the chance. He rolled off of Kevin and laid 
back on the bed. Kevin got up quickly and hurried to the bathroom, 
which was directly across the hall. Without closing the door, Kevin 
stood in front of the toilet and lifted the seat and lid.

Rather than just pulling down the front of his shorts, Kevin lowered 
his entire shorts to mid-thigh. Greg had a great view of the cutest 
butt he had ever imagined. There was something unusual about it, but 
Greg couldn't quite figure out what it was.

Unfortunately, Kevin's hand hid his penis from view, but Greg could see 
the stream of urine that was flowing from it. It was obvious that Kevin 
really had needed to go badly. Eventually, he shook off the last few 
drops and pulled his shorts back up before flushing the toilet then 
washing his hands.

He nonchalantly returned to the room, picked up the game controller, 
and sat on the edge of the bed to start a new game.

Greg rubbed his stiff penis through his sweatpants while staring at 
Kevin's naked back. He knew he should stop there--he was afraid he 
would scare Kevin away--but the hormones racing through his blood 
wouldn't let him. He pulled down the front of his pants and underwear, 
freeing his erection, then began stroking himself vigorously.

Kevin turned to hand Greg the controller. He was stopped short by what 
he saw. Greg didn't say a word. He just continued stroking. Kevin 
silently put down the controller, then crawled on the bed and laid down 
next to Greg, fascinated by Greg's penis and rapidly moving hand.

After a minute, Kevin softly asked, "Can I try?"

"Go for it!"

Greg expected Kevin to lower his shorts and begin stroking his own 
penis. He was stunned when Kevin, instead, reached over and placed his 
hand just above Greg's own. Greg let go of his penis and allowed Kevin 
to stroke it.

"Wow! It's really big!" Kevin said, quietly.

Surprisingly, Kevin's strokes were smooth and practiced--not the 
awkward jerks Greg had expected.

"Have you done this before?"

Kevin nodded.

"With who?"

Kevin blushed, but he didn't answer. Greg decided not to push it. He 
just relaxed and enjoyed it. He still couldn't believe his fantasy was 
coming true. He had imagined many different ways of luring a boy into 
fooling around with him, but none of them were as easy or fast as what 
was happening now.

Greg realized he was getting close to cumming. He pulled his shirt off 
so he wouldn't get it messy. Kevin now had both hands wrapped around 
his cock and was stroking furiously.

Greg grunted and shot a rope of semen that landed on his chest. The 
next two shots splashed on his belly, then the rest of his cum oozed 
onto Kevin's hands.

Kevin released Greg's penis, then examined the fluid on his hands. He 
looked Greg in the eyes and smiled.

"Wow! That was awesome!"

Greg sat up and let his semen run down his chest and belly. He scooped 
some up and playfully dabbed it on the tip of Kevin's nose. Kevin tried 
to pull away, but he was too late. He tried to wipe the semen off of 
his nose and ended up wiping the semen that was on his hand onto his 
cheek.

Greg dipped his finger into his semen, again, then brought it up to his 
mouth and licked it clean. Hesitantly, Kevin wiped up some of Greg's 
semen with his own finger. He looked at it for a moment, then stuck the 
finger in his mouth. His face screwed up, but Greg couldn't tell if it 
was from revulsion or just surprise. 

Greg laughed, and Kevin laughed with him. Greg used two fingers to 
scoop up as much of what was left of his semen as he could. With his 
left hand, he grasped the back of Kevin's neck. Then, he brought his 
fingers up to Kevin's closed lips.

Kevin struggled a little, but not very hard. Greg pushed his 
semen-covered fingers against Kevin's lips, rubbing them back and forth 
as Kevin tried to turn his head. Greg gripped Kevin's neck tighter. 

Kevin stopped fighting and allowed Greg's fingers to slip into his 
mouth. He sucked them clean, then, after Greg removed his hand, he 
licked his lips, using his own fingers to catch any semen that his 
tongue missed. 

Greg laid back down and nodded towards the semen still on his body. 
Kevin hesitated. When Greg nodded again, this time more firmly, Kevin 
bent down and began licking up the semen--cautiously, at first, then a 
little more enthusiastically.

When he was clean, Greg pulled Kevin towards him and kissed him deeply 
in the mouth. It was amazingly erotic to taste his own semen mixed with 
the boy's sweet saliva. Then, he let the boy rest his head on his chest 
and cuddled him.


Greg casually looked over at the clock and his heart jumped.

"Oh, shit!" he cried, as he sat up with a jolt, almost hurting Kevin in 
the process. "My mom's gonna be home any minute!"

Greg grabbed his shirt and hurriedly pulled it over his head. When he 
saw the fear on Kevin's face, he forced himself to calm down. He smiled 
at Kevin.

"That was fun. Do you want to do it again, sometime?"

Kevin relaxed and smiled back as he shook his head yes.

Greg explained, calmly, "You better go before my mom gets here. She 
might not like me hanging out with someone so much younger than I am."

Greg wrapped his arm around Kevin's shoulders as he walked him to the 
door, then gave him a pat on the butt, just like he had seem Mr. Smith 
do. He was sad to see Kevin go, but relieved when his mother's car 
pulled into the driveway just a few minutes later.

That night, after Greg got out of the shower, he stood in front of the 
mirror examining his body. He still wasn't sure whether or not he liked 
it. There was nothing really wrong with it, but it didn't have that 
chiseled, hard look that girls were supposed to like.

He did this almost every night: vacillating between "good enough" and 
"I look like an alien." This night, he decided that he definitely 
didn't like his tan lines. His pale body looked ghostly compared to his 
relatively tan arms, legs, and face. Maybe he should try being a little 
brave and start going without a shirt. At least that would... That's 
it! 

Greg suddenly realized what it was that had bothered him when he had 
seen Kevin's butt: It was tan! Kevin didn't have any tan lines! His 
butt was the same golden color as his back and legs. That meant that 
Kevin spent a lot of time in the sun--naked!

This realization made his penis stiffen. It was just too good to be 
true. Greg had met this wonderful, cute boy who ran around nearly naked 
most of the time and completely naked at least some of the time. A cute 
boy who was interested in fooling around with him. An eager and 
enthusiastic, cute, naked boy.

Greg's hand went to his penis, and he began stroking. Thinking about 
Kevin--and all that he might do with him--it wasn't long before he was 
squirting his semen into the toilet.

The following afternoon, Greg's heart jumped when he heard his doorbell 
ring. He forced himself to walk to the door. When he opened it, he was 
pleased to see Kevin standing there, smiling, dressed, once again, in 
nothing but shorts.

"Hey, buddy. Come on in."

Kevin smiled, and looked a little sheepish. Greg put his arm around 
Kevin's shoulders and led him back to his room. 

"Do you want to play a video game?"

"Um... I wanna do what we did yesterday."

"You want to play the same video game we played yesterday?" Greg 
teased. "Okay."

"No! I... um... You know!"

"What?" Greg couldn't help laughing.

Kevin slammed his body into Greg, knocking him onto the bed. Before 
Greg could react, Kevin landed on his chest, using his knees to pin 
Greg's shoulders. Greg tried to use his legs to force his body over, 
but he was too far on the bed to reach the floor and too close to the 
edge to get a good push off of the bed.

Kevin reached down and grabbed Greg's nose, shaking it back and forth.

"Hey!"

"You sound funny!"

"Stop it! You're hurting my nose!"

Kevin released Greg's nose, then grabbed an ear in each hand. He pulled 
them out, gently. Before Greg could complain, Kevin bent over and 
kissed Greg on the mouth. It was a warm, wet kiss, and Greg felt 
Kevin's tongue push into his mouth. Greg pushed back with his tongue, 
and the two boys tongue-wrestled for several minutes, exchanging a 
considerable quantity of saliva in the process.

Without warming, Kevin jumped off of Greg's chest and tugged at his 
pants.

"I wanna see it, again!"

Greg allowed Kevin to pull his pants and underwear all the way off. 

"Man! Your penis and testicles are huge!"

Greg laughed at Kevin's use of the proper terms for his boy parts. 
Kevin giggled softly as he played with Greg's penis in one hand and 
testicles in the other.

Impulsively, Greg said, "Kiss it."

"Ew!" The look on Kevin's face betrayed his mock disgust.

"Kiss it!"

Kevin bent down and gently kissed the tip of Greg's erection. He looked 
at Greg and giggled, then bent down and kissed it again--this time, 
working his tongue against Greg's slit. Gradually, Kevin took more of 
Greg's penis into his mouth and began working more vigorously.

Unlike stroking, it was apparent that sucking cock was a new experience 
for Kevin, but what he lacked in experience he more than made up for 
with enthusiasm. Greg guided him with some gentle suggestions, and it 
wasn't long before Kevin had Greg on the edge of an orgasm.

Greg was about to warn Kevin about his semen when he remembered how 
readily the boy had licked it up, yesterday. A few hard sucks, and 
Greg's penis erupted inside Kevin's mouth.

The first spurt hit the back of Kevin's throat, causing him to gag. He 
pulled off of Greg's penis just in time for the second spurt to hit him 
on the cheek. Kevin swallowed hard as the remaining spurts landed on 
Greg's belly.

Realizing that he was okay, Kevin panted hard as he greedily licked up 
and swallowed all traces of Greg's semen before climbing on top of him 
and giving him a passionate kiss on the mouth.

Greg hugged Kevin tightly against his nude body. He rolled Kevin onto 
his back, slipped his shorts off, and grabbed the boy's stiff penis. It 
was less than three inches long, and Greg's hand engulfed it 
completely. He gave it just twenty, hard strokes before Kevin grunted 
forcefully in a dry orgasm.

Greg climbed on to Kevin, wrapped his arms underneath him, then rolled 
over so that Kevin was lying on top of him, with his head resting on 
Greg's chest. Both boys dozed off.


Greg awoke with a start. How long had he been asleep? He couldn't even 
imagine what his mother's reaction would be if she came home and found 
a naked 11-year-old boy lying on top of his own, naked body.

He looked at the clock on his nightstand and was relieved to see that 
it was just 5:00. It would be at least 10 or 15 minutes before his 
mother would be home. He shook Kevin gently.

"Kevin? Kevin!"

"Hmm...?"

"Wake up, Kevin. My mom's gonna be home, soon."

Kevin opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked around like he 
wasn't quite sure where he was. He rolled off of Greg and sat up. 
Remembering what they had done, Kevin smiled at Greg.

"So?" Kevin asked, playfully.

"So, you need to be gone before she gets here."

"Why?" Kevin taunted. "So she doesn't find out that you're messing 
around with little boys?"

Greg laughed at Kevin's use of the term "little boy" to refer to 
himself. He was simply adorable. He would have loved for Kevin to stay 
the night, but that's exactly what he was afraid of.

"Little *boy*," Greg corrected, emphasizing the singular. 

"Oh, you mean there haven't been others?"

"No. You're the first and only."

Kevin smiled, realizing that he was special to Greg. He laid back down 
on the bed. "What if I just stay here and let your mom find me naked in 
your bed?" He laughed before he could finish saying it.

Greg grabbed one of Kevin's ankles and dragged him over to the edge of 
the bed. "I'm going to turn you over my knee and spank you if you don't 
put your shorts on and get your little butt out of here. Right now!"

Kevin giggled, rolled over, and wiggled his butt at Greg. Greg took a 
swing at it and connected with a loud slap before Kevin could dive out 
of the way.

"Ow! That hurt!" Kevin complained as he rubbed his butt.

"Kevin! Please? We'll both be in serious trouble if my mom comes home 
and finds you naked." Greg had already dressed himself.

"If I put my shorts on, can I stay?"

"Kevin..."

"Okay, okay!" Kevin climbed off the bed and pulled on his shorts. "Can 
I come back, again, tomorrow?"

"I'm going over to your place, tomorrow. Your dad's supposed to tutor 
me some more."

Kevin's face lit up. "Cool! When you're done, we can go swimming."

That comment reminded Greg of a question he wanted to ask. "Kevin, how 
come you don't have any tan lines?"

Kevin smiled, sheepishly, then giggled before answering. "I swim naked. 
You're going to swim with me, tomorrow, right?"

"I told you: Your dad's tutoring me."

"I know! I mean after. You're going to go swimming with me, right?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

Kevin pulled his shorts off and laid back down on the bed. "I'm not 
leaving until you promise to go swimming with me, tomorrow."

Greg anxiously looked at the clock. It read 5:07.

"Kevin! My mom could be home any minute."

"And if she finds me in your bed, naked, it'll be your fault. You're 
going swimming with me, tomorrow, right?"

Greg looked at the clock, again: 5:08.

"Okay! I'll go swimming with you, tomorrow! *If* it's okay with your 
dad."

"Yea!" Kevin jumped out of bed and gave Greg a huge hug. He pulled his 
shorts on, and as Greg was hurrying him out the door, he said, "Thanks, 
Greg. You're the best!"

Kevin ran down the sidewalk. Just as he turned the corner, Greg saw his 
mom's car. He went back inside and looked at the clock: 5:09.

The next day, Greg showed up at Kevin's house in his swimsuit, a 
t-shirt, and sandals. He had seriously considered wearing regular pants 
and telling Kevin that he had "forgotten" his swimsuit. He wasn't too 
sure what Kevin's father would think about a 15-year-old teenager who 
wanted to hang out with his 11-year-old boy. However, he had promised 
the boy, and he couldn't break his promise. Just the thought of hurting 
the boy's feelings made him feel sick, inside.

Kevin answered the door, naked. Not *mostly* naked--*entirely* naked. 
Not a stitch on him. His little penis jiggling as he bounced with 
excitement at Greg's arrival.

The front door of Kevin's house opened onto a large room divided into 
two sections. The front section was a dining room. The back 
section--though intended to be a living room--was set up as an office. 
There was a short desk with a rounded corner piece at one end on which 
sat a computer. Mr. Smith sat in front of the computer, apparently 
finishing up something he had been working on. He didn't seem at all 
concerned that his son was naked in front of a guest.

"Hi, Greg. Kevin, you need to leave us alone for the next hour. 
Remember what we talked about?"

"Okay," Kevin said, cheerfully. He walked over to his dad, gave him a 
hug, then bounced out of the room. Just before he left, he looked back 
at Greg and smiled.

"Alright, Greg, are you ready to concentrate?"

"Yes, sir."

"I don't mean like last time. I mean put everything else out of your 
mind and focus on algebra."

Greg blushed. He wanted to ask, "How can I put your naked son out of my 
mind? Don't you know what he does to me?" but he didn't, of course. 
Instead, he said a wimpy, "I'll try."

"Focus."

Actually, Greg was able to focus a little better, this time. Partially, 
it was from fear that Mr. Smith would ask him what was on his mind. 
Partially, it was knowing that, when he was done, he was going to go 
swimming with a naked boy. An incredibly cute, naked boy. The harder he 
concentrated, the sooner algebra would be over. And it worked!

It seemed like hardly any time had passed at all when Mr. Smith 
announced, "Well, Greg, I'm really proud of you. You really put your 
mind to it, and I think your starting to get it."

"Thank you, sir."

"Now, my son tells me that you've promised to go swimming with him."

Greg looked at Mr. Smith nervously. "But..." he was expecting him to 
add.

"Go have fun. You've earned it." He was about to call Kevin when Kevin 
appeared next to the dining room table where they had been working. 
Kevin practically dragged Greg out the sliding glass doors and onto the 
patio.

Greg kicked off his sandals and pulled off his shirt. He started to 
walk towards the pool, but Kevin stopped him.

"Lose the shorts."

"What?" asked Greg, not sure if he heard Kevin right and shocked by his 
brash tone of voice.

"Lose - the - shorts," Kevin said slowly, dragging out the words.

"No way!"

"Oh, come on! I'm swimming naked. Why can't you?"

"Dude! Because your dad is right on the other side of that glass!"

"So? He won't care."

"Yeah, right! You wish!"

Kevin rolled his eyes, took Greg by the hand, and led him back inside. 
Greg was too confused to resist, and he didn't really think that Kevin 
would ever say what he said next.

"Dad? Will you please tell Greg that it's okay for him to swim naked?"

Greg blushed. Half embarrassed and half furious with Kevin for taking 
such a dangerous risk.

"Kevin? What have I told you about nagging your friends?" his dad 
asked, patiently.

"I'm not nagging! I'm asking."

"Greg, if you're going to be friends with Kevin, you're going to have 
to get used to the fact that he goes naked whenever and wherever he 
can. If you want to go swimming naked, too, you're welcomed to do so; 
however, you don't have to if you don't want to. And, if Kevin bugs you 
about it, he's in serious, big time, major trouble." The last part, he 
said to Kevin in increasingly louder syllables.

Kevin opened his mouth to say something, then immediately closed it. 
After several seconds of silence, Mr. Smith told him, "Good boy!"

Turning to Greg, "Greg, Kevin and I swim naked together all the time. 
It's no big deal. Do you want to try it?"

"Um... It's really okay?"

"If you want to. If not, that's okay, too."

Greg looked at Kevin. He wasn't saying a word, but the look on his face 
said, "Please! Please! PLEASE! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!!"

"It's really okay?"

Mr. Smith got up from his chair, walked around the desk, and kneeled in 
front of Greg.  He pulled at the waistband of his swimsuit, found the 
drawstrings, and untied them. Greg stood motionless as Mr. Smith 
lowered his swimsuit to the ground. Mr. Smith's patted one of Greg's 
ankles, and Greg stepped out of the suit.

"His testicles are really big, aren't they, Dad? They're bigger than 
yours!"

"Yes, they are, son," he said, matter-of-factly. "He has a nice-sized 
penis for his age, too." Standing up, he told Greg, "Go have fun. Have 
Kevin show you where the sunscreen is. You really don't want to get 
burned--trust me."

Greg was in heaven. Kevin had insisted upon applying the sunscreen, 
himself, Then, the two of them played naked together in the pool until 
they were both exhausted. There was a lot of grabbing going on, and 
both Kevin and Greg were sporting erections when they climbed out of 
the pool.

By the time they had dried off, Greg's penis had softened, slightly, 
but Kevin's was still pointing straight up. Kevin grabbed Greg's penis 
and used it to pull him into the house. Greg managed to substitute his 
hand before they went racing past Mr. Smith, still working at the 
computer.

Kevin drug Greg into his room and pounced on the bed. Greg sat down on 
the edge and laughed. Kevin immediately went for his penis, taking it 
into his mouth.  Greg jumped up and pushed Kevin away.

"Dude!" Greg said quietly. "You're dad's just in the other room!"

Kevin shrugged his shoulders, slid off the bed onto his knees, and once 
again took Greg's penis into his mouth. This time, he also grabbed 
ahold of his testicles so that he couldn't pull away.

"Kevin! You're going to get us in trouble! We can't do that, here. Not 
with your father in the house."

Kevin stopped sucking Greg, but held onto his testicles.

"My dad won't bother us. He's busy programming. He's a computer 
programmer. When he gets working, it's like he's in his own world. He 
won't come out for hours--as long as we don't make too much noise."

Greg feared getting caught, but his hormones made the decision for him, 
once again. He pointed at the bed, and Kevin let go his testicles. Greg 
laid down on his back, and Kevin went to work. It was only his second 
blow job, but Kevin worked it like a pro. This time, he was prepared 
and managed to swallow all of Greg's semen without choking.

Kevin rolled onto his back, spread his legs wide, and gave Greg an 
"It's my turn!" look. Greg took Kevin's penis into his mouth. In less 
than ten seconds, Kevin had another dry orgasm.


Once again, Greg awoke with Kevin sleeping peacefully on his chest. The 
smell of spaghetti made Greg's stomach rumble and filled him with a 
strong urge to seek out the source of the smell. He shook Kevin awake, 
and the two of them walked towards the kitchen.

Kevin's bedroom was off a short hallway that opened into the family 
room. Separating the family room from the kitchen was a small bar. 
Kevin climbed up onto one of the stools. Greg sat on the other. Kevin's 
father was just draining the water from the spaghetti.

"Well, you two sleepy heads decided to return to the world of the 
living, eh? I was afraid you were going to sleep all night."

Greg's eyes widened at the realization that Mr. Smith must have walked 
in on them while Kevin was sleeping naked on top of Greg's 
equally-naked body. Greg tried to remember if he had had his hands on 
Kevin's butt while they were sleeping, and he was sure that he had.

He looked at Mr. Smith nervously.

"I called your mom."

Greg's heart raced.

"I asked her if you could have dinner with us, and she said that was 
fine. She just wants you to be home before it gets dark."

"Oh, okay."

Greg felt like he was in the Twilight Zone. Kevin's father had seen 
Kevin and him sleeping naked together, and he didn't appear to be the 
least bit upset. His mother knew he was hanging out with an 11-year-old 
boy, and she was okay with that.

Then again, maybe she didn't know Kevin was eleven. Or, maybe she just 
thought he was having dinner with his tutor. Anyway, it was too good to 
be true. Greg kept waiting for the world to come crashing in on him, 
but it didn't. It was taunting him, he decided.

After dinner, the world did start closing in. 

"Kevin, will you clean up, please, while I talk to Greg. Alone." Kevin 
smiled at the "alone" part. What was so funny about that? Greg had 
learned a long time ago that those kind of conversations were never any 
good.

Mr. Smith put his arm around Greg and guided him into his bedroom. He 
asked Greg to sit down on the bed, then he sat down next to him.

"Don't look so worried," Mr. Smith began. This made Greg even more 
nervous.

"Kevin and I are really close. He shares everything with me."

Greg thought it was best to remain silent and see where this was going.

"He shares everything with me." Mr. Smith drew out the word 
'everything'.

Mr. Smith waited for Greg to say something. When he didn't, he went on.

"And I still had you come over for tutoring..."

Long pause.

"And I still let you go swimming with my son...

"And I still invited you to dinner...

"Is any of this sinking in, Greg? You're a smart boy. Figure it out."

"You're not mad of me?"

"Do I sound mad?"

"You don't hate me?"

Mr. Smith laughed. "Of course, not! Look, contrary to what you might 
have heard or believed, it's normal for boys to want to fool around 
with each other. There are two kinds of boys: those who fool around 
with other boys, and those who want to but don't because they're too 
afraid. Afraid of getting caught. Afraid of being made fun of.

"Most boys get curious about sex at an age when they still have trouble 
relating to girls. They're still more comfortable around other boys, so 
it's natural that they'd want to experiment with other boys."

"So, you don't think I'm weird?"

"No, I don't think you're weird because you're not weird. What's weird 
is how everyone makes such a big deal out of it. So, I don't.

"Have fun with my son. Be gentle with him. And keep it a secret! Not 
everyone is as understanding as I am."

Mr. Smith hugged Greg, and Greg hugged him back. They came out of the 
room just in time to see Kevin dashing back into the kitchen.

"Caught!" Mr. Smith yelled, then he laughed.

Kevin sheepishly came back out of the kitchen. "Greg, do you want to go 
swimming again, tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow," Mr. Smith said. "You need to spend the afternoon with 
Randy, or he's going to think you're not his friend, anymore. He called 
looking for you, yesterday, when you were at Greg's."

"Saturday?"

"You two can go swimming again on Monday, after Greg's lesson."

"Monday?!"

"You should have other interests. You, too, Greg. And tell your mother 
you'll be staying for dinner."

"Okay. Thanks, Mr. Smith. See ya, Kevin."

"Greg?"

"Huh?"

"Don't forget your clothes."

"What?"

"Your mother probably expects you to be wearing them when you get home."

Greg looked down at his naked body. He had quickly gotten used to being 
nude.

"Oh, yeah. Right."

Greg got dressed, gathered up his algebra text book and papers, then 
walked home, happier than he had ever before been in his life.