Author: wolfcub Title: Teacher's Pet Boy Keywords: Mb exhib slow Alex was an exception to the rule. Generally, I don't like my students knowing where I live because I don't like them showing up at my house whenever they feel like it. I don't want to hurt their feelings by sending them away, but neither do I want to spend my free time entertaining 10-year-olds. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy teaching--I just don't want to hang out with my students 24x7. Alex was an exception. Alex was a quirky boy. Okay, he was weird--but in an interesting way rather than a creepy way. He was his own person who, more often than not, was unconcerned with what others said or thought about him. He was also very bright, which, combined with his indifference, made him difficult to motivate. Though it was frustrating watching him skate by, rarely doing more than the bare minimum he could get away with, I couldn't help but like him. In school, I often talk about how much I like bicycling, and whenever I make a special trip, I tell my students about it afterwords. Just after Christmas break, Alex started bugging me to go riding with him. He promised to try harder in class, or do better on this test or that one--all promises I knew he had every intention of keeping but wouldn't. Then one day, I got a note from his mother suggesting that she was okay with the idea and saying that it really would mean a lot to Alex. Like I said, I like him. So, I spent half a day of spring break riding the single-track trails through the local scrub sanctuary with a ten-year-old. He thought it was the greatest thing ever. Okay, I liked it, too. Normally, he's rather quiet and shy, but during our ride, I don't think he stopped talking for more than a minute--total. He told me about the movie he'd seen recently, his cousins visiting over Christmas, the empty, wooded lot behind his house where he plays, spending weekends with his grandparents. I lost track of all the topics. I bought him pizza for lunch, which was the crowning event of "the best day--ever," then dropped him back home. By the time I got home, myself, I realized that I really had enjoyed the day, and I was surprised to discover that I was already missing him. Over the next two months, I tried to contrive a way of spending time with Alex, but I couldn't think of a way of making it happen that didn't make me come across as a creepy old man. Fortunately, Alex took care of it for me. "Hi!" It was about nine o'clock in the morning on the first day of summer vacation. I had only gotten out of bed ten minutes earlier. When the doorbell rang, I thought, "Who's bothering me already?" After I opened the door, the smile on my face was as big as the one on Alex's. "How did you know where I live?" "I'm not going to tell you," Alex said with a giggle as he walked right in without being invited--not that I wasn't going to invite him in. "Nice place! You look funny with no shirt on." "I wasn't expecting visitors. Besides, it's Florida; it's hot. I don't where a shirt unless I have to." "My mom is always bugging me about not wearing a shirt. She says that when she was my age, most boys didn't wear shirts when they played outside." "That's true. I don't know when things changed, but it seems like these days boys are all embarrassed to be seen without a shirt. I even see boys swimming with shirts on." "It feels weird not to wear a shirt outside, and I don't want the other kids to make fun of me." "Why would anyone make fun of you for not wearing a shirt?" "I don't know. They might think I look weird or something." "You don't look weird. In fact, you're kind of cute." "I'm not cute, and I thought you didn't like cute." "Well...you're an exception. Here, take your shirt off." "Why?" "Because I want to show you something." Alex hesitated for a moment, giving me a suspicious look, but he begrudgingly took his shirt off. I took it from him and threw it over the back of a chair. "Take off your shoes and socks, too." "Why?" That was Alex's favorite question. "Because I want you to stand up on a chair so you can get a good look at yourself in the mirror, and I don't want your dirty shoes on my chair, and I don't want you slipping on my tiled floors in your socks." It worked. I grabbed a chair and ushered a barefoot and bare-chested Alex into my bathroom, which has a rather large mirror above the vanity. I set the chair down and indicated that Alex should climb up on it. "Now, take a long, slow look at yourself, starting from your head. It's covered with blond hair that reaches almost to your shoulders, like boys hair should." "My mom likes it long. My grandparents keep saying I should get it cut short, but my mom likes it the way it is." "Yay, Mom! It's curly--well, at least wavy. If it were straight, when it got messed up, it would just look messed up, but because it's wavy, when it gets messed up, it just looks more wavy." With that, I mussed his hair with my hand, which made Alex laugh. "Next, look at those bright eyes, that cute nose, and that sparkling smile. Super cute! Broad shoulders, strong arms, a shapely chest, and a flat stomach. What's not to like?" I stood behind Alex with my hands on his shoulders and watched him as he studied himself in the mirror. "Your shorts cover half of your legs, but from what I can see of them, they're nice, too. All in all, you're a good-looking boy." That comment got me a sheepish grin. "Let's see, your arms, legs and head make up about half of your body, and your trunk makes up the other half. Your legs are bigger than your arms, so let's say that they make up half of your extremities. Your legs are half covered by your shorts, and half of a half is a quarter, so we'll say that one quarter of your extremities are covered." The look on Alex's face told me that he was actually trying to follow what I was saying, so I continued. "Your shorts come up almost to your bellybutton." I held my thumb and index finger apart the width of his shorts and measured up his body, touching his belly and chest as I went. "They cover about a third of your trunk--which is half of your body. A third of a half is a sixth plus a quarter of half, which is an eighth. One sixth is four twenty-fourths; one eighth is three twenty-fourths; so, that makes seven twenty-fourths, which is almost a third. "If one third of your body is covered with clothes, that means that two-thirds of you body is not covered with clothes. When your body is not covered, we say it's naked, so you're two-thirds naked!" Alex giggled. "What? You like that word, naked?" He giggled, again. "Of course you do: all ten-year-olds think the word naked is funny. You want to make a ten-year-old laugh? Just say, "Naked." To prove my point, Alex laughed at each use of the word naked. "So, when your mom wants you to go without a shirt, don't think about being embarrassed by being shirtless, think about being two-thirds naked. When you think about being naked, you'll laugh, and think it's fun to go without a shirt!" "That's silly!" "You say so, but you've been two-thirds naked in front of me for five or ten minutes, and you haven't died from embarrassment, fainted, or otherwise been bothered by it." "Yeah, but that's just in front of you--not other kids." "Kids like naked. Just think naked, and you'll be okay." "I'll be embarrassed!" "Are you embarrassed now, or are you enjoying being two-thirds naked?" A bubbly laugh was his only answer. "Alex, you're a good-looking boy. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. Now, I can only see two-thirds of your body, but I bet the other third looks really nice, too." More giggling. "I bet you'd look great in a racer." "What's a racer?" "A swimsuit--like boys on a swim team wear." "You mean a Speedo?" His face screwed up with disgust when he said it. "Speedo is one brand of swimsuits, but they're called racers. You'd look good in one." He seemed unconvinced. "Are you wearing underwear?" "Of course!" "Well, some boys don't wear underwear with shorts like that, that's why I asked. When I was your age, most of my friends and I only wore underwear with shorts if they had a zipper." "Why?" "Because we didn't want to get anything caught in the zipper." He was puzzled just for a moment, then he blushed. "I mean why didn't you wear underwear with the shorts that didn't have a zipper?" "Because it felt nicer not to. Are you wearing boxers or briefs?" "My mom buys me briefs. I asked her for boxers, but she says I look better in briefs." "When does she see you in your underwear?" "At home. After my bath, I usually just wear underwear around the house." "So, you run around the house in your underwear, but you're embarrassed to go outside without a shirt?" "Well, it's just me and mom, at home." "Fair enough. Why don't you take your shorts off, then you can get a good look at yourself in your underwear. Briefs are kind of like a racer swimsuit." "You want to see me in my underwear?" "No." (Okay, so I lied.) "I want *you* to see you in your underwear." "But I see myself all the time." "No, I want you to take a close look at yourself." He gave me a look that showed he thought that that was a dumb idea, but he slipped off his shorts, anyway. He was wearing red, cotton briefs that were snug enough that they looked like he had just about outgrown them. "Alright, with your legs uncovered, that means that only one-sixth of your body is covered, so now you're eighty-three percent naked!" Big laugh. "Seriously! If getting naked were a test, you'd have a B right now." Another big laugh. "Turn sideways." I ran my left hand slowly down his back, starting from his shoulders. He giggled when my hand came to rest on his butt. "You have a cute, round butt. You should be proud of it." The giggling was on the verge of becoming uncontrollable, now. I ran my right hand down his front, starting with his chest. He flinched when I got to his crotch, but my other hand was still on his butt, preventing him from pulling away. "On the other side, you've got a nice, little boy bulge. You should be proud of that, too." It was actually just a barely-visible bump, but I was teasing him, now. "Hey!" "Hey, what? You have a nice, little package. You should show it off." "I can't show off my junk!" "It's not junk! You have some nice little parts under there!" "That's embarrassing!" "Why should you be embarrassed? A girl's breasts stick out from her shirt, right? So what's wrong with a boy's package sticking out from his shorts?" Alex started to protest, but what I had said suddenly made sense to him. "You really think I'd look good in a Speedo?" "Definitely! I bet you'd look even better out of a Speedo." He was confused only for a moment, then he gave me an evil look and playfully punched me in the arm. "I'm just calling it like I see it. Not that I can see it." That comment earned me another punch, but this time I dodged it. I grabbed his arms by the wrists to thwart his next attack. It was like fighting an octopus--arms and legs were flying every which way. I managed to get behind him and wrap my arms around him, effectively ending his assault. After he stopped struggling, I let him go. "That wasn't very nice," I mock-chided him. "What you said wasn't very nice!" "It was too! I gave you a very nice complement. My point is that you have a very nice body, and you shouldn't be at all embarrassed about showing it off." He gave me a you're-a-crazy-old-man look as he unconsciously adjusted the front of his briefs. I immediately availed myself of the opportunity to tease him, again. "I guess our wrestling must have gotten you a little excited, huh?" His dirty look changed to confusion until I nodded at the front of his briefs. He blushed and covered himself with both hands. "No, no, no," I scolded as I gently pulled his hands away. "You shouldn't be embarrassed of your body--not even when you get a boner." Another puzzled look. "What do you call it? A stiffy? A hard on?" I reached forward and gave his penis a quick squeeze through his briefs to make my point. He pulled away and covered himself with both hands, again. "Well? What do you call it?" "A woody." He blushed when he said it. "It's okay. You can say woody in front of me. And getting an erection--that's the proper name--is nothing to be embarrassed about." He was definitely unconvinced. "So, do you want to go for an A?" "What do you mean, an A?" "Actually, an A+. 100%. You already have a B." He thought for a moment, then the blush on his face told me that he got it. Without waiting for an answer, I turned him to face the mirror, slipped my hands into the waistband on the sides of his briefs, and slid them off. His penis caught in the front then sprang up and bounced a few times when it was freed. Yet again, he covered himself with both hands, but once I had his briefs down to his ankles, he stepped out of them without my having to ask. I dropped his briefs on the floor next to his shorts, then once again gently pulled his hands away from his crotch. He didn't resist. His penis was barely two inches long, perfectly straight, and perfectly round. It stuck out straight from his body, parallel to the ground. His foreskin was just long enough and loose enough that the tip of his glans almost peeked out from it. Beneath his adorable penis was a loose sack holding two, tiny testicles. Some boys have a thick, tight scrotum that forms a single bulge, and you can't make out their individual testicles, but the skin on Alex's scrotum was thin and just loose enough to clearly show his separate jewels. They were, however, held very close to his body. "You know, I've seen dozens of naked boys, and probably thousands of pictures of naked boys, but I've never seen a boy with a penis nicer than yours." He was too embarrassed to laugh, but I did get a strained smile. I turned him sideways so that he could see his erection sticking out from his body. "Very nice! So, how does it feel to be completely naked in front of your teacher?" "Actually, it's kind of fun!" "Yeah? Being naked is fun. Are you embarrassed?" "A little bit, but not as much as I thought I would be. It's kind of cool having you see me naked." "That's good because I like seeing you naked." "Why?" "Well, you know how sometimes you really like the way a particular car looks, or you think a bicycle looks really cool? That's the way I feel about your naked body: I think it looks really cool." That naked got a good laugh. I took my finger and gently ran it the length of his still-stiff penis. His body shuddered, but he didn't try to pull away. I gave it a few more strokes, rounded the tip, and stroked the bottom. Alex took a few, irregular deep breaths. "Do you like having me touch your penis?" Very softly, he whispered, "Yeah, it feels good." I gripped his penis gently between my first two fingers and my thumb, then started to slowly stroke back and forth, very slowly. I took about two seconds to stroke down and another two seconds to stroke back. Alex's deep, irregular breathing continued, punctuated by occasional gasps and trembling. His body shuddered, again, and he grabbed my shoulder with one hand to steady himself. That's when he started humping my hand. It started as jerky convulsions. When it started to change to rhythmic thrusting, I let go of his penis. He actually whimpered. I placed one hand on his butt and the other on his chest until he stopped trembling, then I went back to slowly stroking his penis. He struggled to hold himself still, but it was obvious that he wanted me to go faster, and he was soon thrusting, again. Once again, I let go of his penis and steadied him with one hand on his butt and another on his chest. There was some more whimpering and a groan. When he was still, I started stroking him, again. This time, he fought hard to remain still, but the slow strokes were too painful for him. He grabbed my other shoulder and started to frantically hump my hand. This time, I let him. After about a dozen, frenzied thrusts, his whole body stiffened. He let out a loud groan then collapsed against me with his head over my shoulder. I hugged him towards me with one arm, but I kept my hand on his penis, which immediately began to soften. It seemed to retract back into his body. In just ten seconds, it was a little nub with his foreskin completely closed over the end. It was as if he didn't have a shaft--just a tiny head jutting out from his body. I wrapped my other arm around him and hugged him closely to me. His breathing was now deep, slow, and even. A minute later, he pulled away from me a little. I lifted him down off the chair and let him go. He stood in front of me with a huge smile on his face. "Good, huh?" He nodded enthusiastically. I bent over and picked up Alex's shorts and underwear. He reached for them, but I pulled them away. "Scoot! You're not putting these back on until you leave." I picked up the chair and herded Alex back to the dining room, put the chair back in its place, and left his clothes with his shoes and socks. With one arm wrapped around him, I escorted him to the couch in the family room. I sat with my arm pulling Alex close to me, and he snuggled against me. His breathing was now slow and even. With my free hand, I stroked his hair, then his nose; I gently rubbed his chest and belly. He was relaxed and contented--for about a minute. Without warning, he surged with energy, spun around, and sat on my lap, facing me, with a smile on his face. "So, can I play with your iPad?" "I don't have any games on it." "You have that word game." "You like that?" "It's okay." "I'll tell you what: you can go to the App Store and download ONE game--as long as it doesn't cost more than five dollars." That was enough to keep him busy for the next hour. Choosing from such a huge offering was a daunting task--every time he found a game he wanted, he saw another one that he wanted more. He reminded me of when I was a boy and the Sears Christmas catalog arrived. I took the time to do some things around the house: start a load of laundry, vacuum. When I checked up on him, he still hadn't made a choice. "Pick one of those," I indicated the two he was currently torn between. He was very reluctant. "Who knows? I might let you buy another one, some time." That was enough for him to make the choice, and I got some more work done while he played his new game. I made us grilled-cheese sandwiches--with bacon a tomato (which he thought was weird but ended up liking)--for lunch. Between bites, he was non-stop talking. "So, does your mom know that you're here?" I managed to squeeze in while he was chewing. "When is she expecting you home?" "She's working the day shift at the hospital, this week, so she won't be home until about 3:30." I knew better than to ask two questions at once. "Does she know you're here?" He hesitated. "I'll take that as a no." He spoke very quickly. "She doesn't care where I am or what I do. Well, you know what I mean: as long as I don't go too far or get into trouble. As long as I'm home when she gets home from work--or even a little later--she's okay. Usually, I spend the day with my grandparents, but this year, Mom said I was old enough to take care of myself." "So, with the whole world available to you, you came to my place?" "I like hanging out with you." "I like hanging out with you, too. Were you okay with me touching your boy parts, or did that creep you out?" He blush. "I kinda liked it!" "Well, if it ever bothers you, don't be afraid to say so: You won't make me mad or hurt my feelings. Okay?" "Okay. Does that mean you're going to do it again, sometime?" he asked with a devious grin. "Maybe." His grin turned into a big smile. "When you tell your mom about what you did, today, you can tell her you were here, but leave out the part about you being naked and me rubbing your penis. I could get into a lot of trouble." "I won't say anything about that!" He said it as if he were appalled by the suggestion that he might talk about it with anyone else. I sent him home at 3:00, even though he wanted to stay "just a little longer, please!" but told him he could come back tomorrow. The next day, 8:30 came and went with no sign of Alex. Then 9:00. Then 9:30. I was beginning to think that his mother hadn't liked the idea of her son hanging out with me when the doorbell rang at 10:00. I opened the door, and a bare-chested Alex came marching in liked he owned the place. "I was beginning to think that you had lost interest in me." "Mom's okay with me being here--as long as it's alright with you--but she said I shouldn't bother you before 10:00. She said you probably want to sleep in." He said this as he sat down on one of my dining room chairs and started removing his shoes and socks. "It's okay with me--and you're not bothering me." "That's what I told Mom!" He grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off as he stood up, revealing a very stiff little woody. "No shirt and no underwear?" "Hey! You noticed!" "How could I not?" "I did what you said: I thought about being half naked, and it was fun instead of embarrassing." "Two-thirds naked," I corrected playfully. "Right--two-thirds naked," he said as if he didn't realize that I was just messing with him. "And you're right: It does feel nice not wearing underwear." "Does your mom know?" "No, she left for work early, before I got dressed. Guess what I did?" he said, suddenly excited. "There's no telling." "After my mom left, I got naked!" "That's cool!" "Yeah, it was kinda fun." Just as suddenly as he had gotten excited, he got very quiet. "Will you rub it?" he asked, shyly. "Rub what?" "You know!" "Yes, but I want to hear you say it." "Will you rub my woody?" He started laughing half way through. "Come on!" I led him to the couch in the living room and had him lay face down. I massaged his neck and shoulders, then slowly made my way down his back. He seemed to purr as I kneaded his lower back and giggled when I got to his buttocks. I spread his cheeks apart, but I decided not to go any further--just yet. I worked down one leg, then the other, then I had him roll over onto his back. His little penis was pointing straight up. Rather than covering it, like he had tried to do yesterday, he put his arms at his sides with his palms flat on the couch. We exchanged smiles, and I knew that he knew that I was proud of him for not covering himself. I massaged his feet, then started back up his legs, spreading them apart as I went. I stroked the insides of his thighs and got very close to his testicles, but I made a point of not touching them. He tensed in anticipation, then relaxed, a little disappointed, when I moved up his sides to his chest. Working my way down his chest and belly, I stopped short of his penis. Now, I worked around his belly and thighs--coming very close to his boy parts, but being careful not to touch them. Alex's body quivered with anticipation, and his breathing became irregular. Whenever my hands got close to his boy parts, he'd flex his hips to push his penis up, but I'd always move away. When he was trembling and whimpering, I finally took hold of his penis. He immediately began thrusting, and I immediately let go. He yelped with disappointment, like a little puppy, then tried to steady himself. I teased him mercilessly. As agonizing as it was to me to go so slowly, it was worse for Alex. He struggled to control himself, but my slow pace was driving him crazy. Every time he started thrusting, I'd let go. He'd whimper, then force himself to be still. When he got to the point where he was humping air uncontrollably and couldn't stop himself, I wrapped my fist around his penis and let him hump my hand. I held my hand up rather high so that he had to put his feet flat on the couch to thrust his hips up high enough to reach it. Alex was whimpering and moaning and grunting so that he sounded like a wild animal. He got about a dozen good thrusts into my hand before his whole body tensed, and he let out a groan that was loud enough that I worried that the neighbors might hear. He collapsed on the couch, gasping for air. I kept a tight grip on his penis and began stroking it as hard and as fast as I could. Alex whimpered and struggled to pull away from me, but I held onto him and kept stroking. I made a circle around his exposed glans with my thumb and index finger. I knew how sensitive it had to be, and that's what encouraged me to keep rubbing. Alex rolled onto his hands and knees, trying to crawl away. I climbed on top of him, wrapped my free arm around his waist to prevent his escape, and kept stroking. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a half minute, or so, Alex cried out in another orgasm. This time, I let go of his penis, laid down on my side, and pulled him close to me. Alex's body went limp, but his heavy, erratic breathing continued. Eventually, his breathing became slow, deep, and regular. When it did, he started to laugh. I hugged him from behind, and he continued laughing. He squirmed in my arms and turn over to face me. I've never seen such a big smile. "You liked that, huh?" He nodded enthusiastically. I reached between his legs and felt the tip of his already-shrunken penis. Not surprisingly, it was dry. "That was a couple of pretty big boygasms you had there!" "Boygasms?" "That tingling feeling that you get is called an orgasm, but since you're not old enough to squirt yet, I like to call it a boygasm." "Squirt? You mean pee?" "No. When you get older, some white fluid called semen will shoot out of your penis when you have an orgasm." "Ew! Why does it do that?" "So you can get a girl pregnant." "Ew!!!" "You know the way you were thrusting into my hand? When you get a little older, you'll want to put your penis into a girl's vagina and thrust like that. Your semen contains little cells called sperm. After you squirt your semen inside of the girl's vagina, the sperm will swim up inside of her, find her egg, and start a baby." Rather than say, "Ew!" again, this time, he was fascinated. "Really?" "That's the way it works. Now, I've gotten so horny fooling around with you, that I need to get myself off." He was about to ask what I meant when I stood up and lowered my shorts. His mouth stopped mid-word, and his eyes got big around when he saw my erection. "Wow! You're really big!" "Well, I'm an adult. You'll get bigger when you grow up." "I don't think I'll ever be THAT big. Mommy says I got a little one." "How does your mom know how big your penis is." "She used to change my diapers!" "I know, but that was a long time ago." He hesitated a moment, then decided to tell me. "She sits with me when I take a bath. She says we don't have much time together because she works so much, so she likes to sit with me and talk. She used to wash me, but I do that myself, now. She still dries me off, sometimes. She told me that I'm still the same size I was when I was a baby." "Don't worry. A little boy's penis doesn't grow much until he's between about eleven and fourteen years old, then it grows really fast. It's not like the rest of your body, which grows a little bit each year." "It's still kinda small, though, isn't it?" "I'd say you're at the small end of average. There were about twelve boys in our class, right? Chances are, there was one boy with a penis smaller than yours, but all the rest were probably bigger than you. But--we're not talking much: probably not more than an inch longer." He considered this for a moment and didn't seem convinced. I was still horny, so I sat on the couch with my legs apart and started stroking. Alex watched with fascination, then surprised me by asking, "You want me to do that for you?" "You don't have to," I said, hoping he would. Without saying anything more, he knelt on the floor between my legs. I let go of my penis. He grabbed it with both hands and started stroking with jerky movements. He started to really get into it, trying to go really fast. After a minute, he seemed surprised that I hadn't had an orgasm, yet. He stroked harder. Usually, I last quite a long time, but I was so excited from playing with Alex that a minute of his increased effort was enough to bring me over. Alex hadn't expected my ejaculation, so he was still jerking hard and fast when I squirted, which sent cum everywhere. He then quickly let go and looked around at the white fluid on the couch on either side of me, and on my chest and belly. His face screwed up when he noticed a small amount on the fingers of his right hand. He looked around like he wanted to wipe it off onto something but couldn't find anything convenient. I quickly wiped up a little bit of semen onto my index finger, stuck my finger into my mouth, and pulled it out wet with saliva but clean of semen. Alex's face screwed up even further, and I had to laugh. "It's not bad. Not really." I tasted another bit to illustrate. Alex tentatively looked at the semen on his fingers, then quickly licked it off, like he was trying to do it before he lost the nerve. His face contorted a different way, then relaxed into a pleasant surprise. "It's not TOO bad." I scooped up a rather large glob of semen with my index finger and moved it towards Alex's lips. He pulled back, but he was still kneeling in front of me, so he couldn't get too far away without falling over backwards. I held my finger out for him. He hesitated a moment, then cautiously opened his mouth, swallowed my finger, and sucked it clean. I smiled, and he returned a sheepish grin. One finger-full at a time, I fed him the rest of my semen, and he swallowed it all without complaint or further hesitation. "You know, in some cultures, people used to think that a boy had to take a man's semen inside his body so that he could grow into a man." "Really?" "That's what they believed. It's not true--a boy will grow into a man without that--but that's what some people used to believe." "So boys used to have to eat semen?" "Yes, or have it squirted into his butt." "Ew! How'd they do that?" "The man would stick his penis up the boy's butt and rub it in and out until he squirted." "Ew! I'm not letting you do that to me!" "Don't worry," I laughed. "I don't want to do that to you, but I do think it's kind of cool that my sperm are inside your body, right now." "Am I going to get pregnant," he asked, with just a little concern. "No! Only girls can get pregnant. Well, women, actually." "Oh." "Would you like to see how a woman gets pregnant?" "Yeah!" I had a video that showed the whole process from conception to delivery. The conception part was done discreetly, showing the couple in bed from a distance, cuddling and caressing one another, a loose sheet covering the important bits, but there was some video taken from a tiny camera inside the woman's vagina that showed the tip of the man's penis thrusting then ejaculating, then showed the woman's cervix dipping into a pool of semen as she orgasmed. Alex was in awe. The rest of the video showed the egg being fertilized, dividing, then growing into a fetus. There was ultrasound video when the baby was further developed. There were also scenes showing the woman's belly growing and her breasts enlarging. That was the only part of the video up to that point where Alex made any sound. He giggled nervously when he saw the woman's bare breasts. When we got to the delivery, I realized that I hadn't thought this through. I paused the video. "The next part's kind of scary. I'm not sure you should watch it." "Aw! Come on! I wanna see it! What is it?" "Babies being born can be kind of gross and more than a little bit scary. I don't want to freak you out." "I won't freak out! I promise!" I pressed play. I watched Alex. He was a little uncomfortable at some points, but he didn't complain. Sometimes, he'd give me a nervous look, but he always went back to the screen. He seemed somewhat relieved after the baby was cleaned up, and he laughed for a second time when the video showed the baby nursing at his mother's bared breast. "Hey! He's getting milk!" "How do you know about that?" "Everyone knows about that! Besides, when my aunt had a baby, I used to see her do that all the time." "Did your mother feed you like that?" "Yeah, when my aunt had her baby, my mom told me about it, but I don't remember doing it." "So, are you glad I showed you the movie, or did it creep you out?" "It creeped me out a little, but I liked it! It was really cool!" "Do you think you'd like to make a baby with a girl, some day?" He giggled. I loved making him giggle. "Maybe." --- Alex showed up at my house, faithfully, every morning at ten. He'd quickly strip, and ask me to fool round with him. He was very timid and shy in his request; he got very vocal and animated when I played with him. Afterwards, like a switch had been thrown, he'd revert to an energetic, playful little boy. Each day, I did a little something extra. Wednesday, I stuck a finger up his butt and rubbed his prostate as I jerked him. He squirmed, but was too aroused to complain. His comment was typical: a little creepy, but mostly cool. Thursday, I took his penis into my mouth and sucked on it. That really surprised him. He seemed a little nervous, afterwards, but relaxed when he realized that I was going to ask him to return the favor. On Friday, he did it on his own, without my mentioning it. I didn't see him on the weekend--his mother was off from work--but he was back at my door on Monday. I showed him some pictures I had carefully selected for him. They each showed a single boy who was naked around other people who were dressed. In some of the pictures, the clothed people were all adults, then just boys in a few others, then boys and girls together, then just girls. He laughed nervously as we looked at them. There was a picture of a group of boys changing in a locker room--one of whom was completely naked. There was a picture of a boy showering naked at the beach in front of a couple of adults and a few other children who were all wearing swimsuits. Another picture showed a naked boy climbing on playground equipment with other children--boys and girls--who were wearing shorts and t-shirts. Next, I showed him some pictures of boys in skimpy clothing around other people who were fully dressed. Some of the boys were wearing loose, short shorts, others were wearing square-cut swimsuits or racers. One of the pictures showed a group of eight happy boys, all of whom were wearing knee-length swimsuits and wet t-shirts--except for one boy, who was wearing just a racer swimsuit. Another picture showed an open market on some Caribbean island. Most people were wearing shorts and t-shirts, but one boy was wearing a really skimpy swimsuit that almost looked like a girl's bikini bottom. I was hoping that, after having seen the naked boys, the ones in skimpy clothes wouldn't look so bad. "What do you think about that?" "About what?" "About those boys being naked or almost naked in front of all those people?" He giggled nervously. "I don't know." "Oh, come on! Did you like it? Did you think it was cool? Did it creep you out?" "I don't know. I guess it was sorta cool. Why?" "Well, if it's okay with your mom, I'd like to take you kayaking--BUT, I want you to wear a swimsuit that I picked out for you." "Is it a speedo?" he asked, anxiously. "Not quite, but it only comes down about half way to your knees." "That doesn't sound too bad." I talked to his mother that evening. She thought I was going to too much bother and worried that Alex was imposing himself on my vacation time, but I explained that he was no trouble and that I'd be nice to have someone to kayak with--I usually had to go by myself. As arranged, Alex should up at early that next morning. I laughed at how excited he was. He turn sour when I showed him the swimsuit I had for him. It was one of the new racer suits that boys wear these days--those swim jammers that look like bicycle shorts without the padding. "Hey!" he complained, as if I had betrayed him. "That's not what you said!" "Oh course, it is! I said they'd come half way to your knees." He had them on, and he was standing on a chair in my bathroom, studying them. "Yeah, but my butt sticks out and you can seem a bump where my wiener is!" "No one's going to notice your little bump--everyone's going to be too busy looking at your cute little butt!" I teased. Alex was not amused. "Oh, come on! I paid extra for overnight shipping because I thought you were brave enough to wear them." That was unfair, but it worked. "Okay," he said with whiney resignation, "But I'm still mad at you!" "Fair enough. You'll be fine. Besides which, once we're in the kayaks, no one's going to know what you're wearing, anyway. You could be naked for all anyone would know." "I'm not kayaking naked!" he said in no uncertain terms. I already had the kayaks loaded up on my car. Alex got in wearing just the swimsuit because I didn't want to argue with him about taking of his shirt once we got to the river; however, I didn't--unknown to Alex--pack a t-shirt and shorts in my bag because I didn't want him to miss out on kayaking just because he was embarrassed. It turned out no to be problem. Alex was immediately pleased that I had asked him to help me unload the kayaks, and once we were in the water, he forgot about everything but having fun. We saw a dolphin and several manatees, not to mention numerous fish. He was talking excitedly, Alex-fashion, as walked into the pizzeria. I got a table that near the door, which put Alex out in the open where everyone could see him. He kept rattling on about all the cool things we did and saw, oblivious to the occasional glances he got. When we got back to my place, we washed off the kayaks then showered together. We were relaxing on the couch when I asked him how he felt about his swimsuit. "You were all worried about wearing that suit, but it turned out to be no big deal, didn't it?" "I guess so," he begrudgingly admitted. "You didn't even seem to mind when that girl was checking you out in the pizzeria." "Theres wasn't any girl checking me out!" I laughed, refusing to either confirm or deny it. The next day, I had a square-cut suit for Alex, which he put on without comment nor any facial expression that gave me even a small hint of what he thought about it. We had lunch at a hamburger stand with outdoor tables. There were other kids there both a little younger and a little older than Alex, and also some teenagers. All the boys were wearing those below-the-knees board shorts that I hate so much. The girls were mostly wearing bikinis--even the younger girls--but a few of them were wearing one-piece suits. Alex was determined not to let me get the better of him. (I think he thought that I was making him wear this swimsuit to embarrass him.) At one point, he volunteered to go get some extra napkins. He waited patiently behind a group of girls his age and didn't flinch. He was very quiet on the ride home. About half way there, he said, matter-of-factly, "You're going to make me wear a Speedo, tomorrow, when we go to beach, aren't you?" I laughed. "You're a very smart boy! BUT, I'm not going to MAKE you wear anything. I HAVE a racer swimsuit for you, and I'd LIKE for you to wear it, but I'm not going to MAKE you wear it. If you don't want to wear it, we can still go to the beach." Alex gave me stern look, then broke into a smile and laughed. "Actually, I don't really want to admit it, but it was kinda fun wearing this suit in front of those girls. I could tell they were talking about me." I laughed with him. The next day, I took Alex to the beach, where he showed off his red swimsuit. Actually, he was mostly showing off his body because there wasn't much suit. I had splurged and bought two sizes of each suit: one that I was pretty sure would fit, and a second that I thought might be too small. I gave Alex the smaller size of each first, and, as luck would have it, they each just fit. The square-cut had left a little butt crack peeking out of the top; the racer did that--plus exposed a little cheek on the bottom of each side. In front, the suit tied just above the spot where his little penis stuck out. He got a lot of looks--especially from a group of 11-year-old girls we met at the showers--and a smile from an elderly couple we passed in the parking lot. On the drive home, Alex interrupted his own non-stop talking stream to ask this question: "Am I going to have to go naked, tomorrow?" "Alex, if there were some place I knew where I could take you naked without getting in trouble, we'd be there now!" He seemed just a little disappointed. For the rest of the summer, I had fun fooling around with Alex, at home, and showing off his gorgeous body, in public. He wore the square-cut suit everywhere but the beach. I was a little apprehensive about him wearing the racer any place else. I took him grocery shopping with me with him dressed in the square-cut and a t-shirt--with no shoes. I took him to play miniature golf in just the square-cut--sans both shirt and shoes. And, I took him to every outdoor eatery I could find--also sans shirt and shoes. Everyday, I had him play naked in my back yard for a little while. He had developed a nice, all-over tan. One day, I was admiring his cute, tanned butt, when I suddenly remembered what he had said about his mother sitting with him when he bathed. I panicked. I called him into the house and asked him about it. "Alex, has your mother noticed that you don't have any tan lines, any more?" He gave me a puzzled look, then laughed. "Oh! Don't worry about that! When my aunts, and uncles and cousins were visiting earlier this summer, we all went swimming at my grandparents' house. Grandpa told everyone a story about how he caught my mom and her best friend skinny dipping in the pool when they were fourteen. Everyone laughed. My mom was really embarrassed. "The next time I was staying with them, I asked Grandpa if I could go skinny dipping--since my mom had. My grandma didn't like the idea, but Grandpa said it was okay. After I was done swimming, I stayed naked until my mom came to pick me up. Grandpa told her about me skinny dipping. "Now, I swim naked at my grandparents' house all the time. I don't wear any clothes while I'm there, either. I also go naked at home, in front of my mom. They're all okay with it." "You dog, you! And you were so worried about taking off your shirt!" Alex gave me a sheepish grin. "Where you planning to tell me all this, some time?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really think about it, anymore." He thought for a moment. "You know, I think my mom knows that I go naked when I'm here. I didn't tell her, but after I started going naked at home and at my grandparents', she asked me if I ever went naked when I was over here. I was like, 'Mom!' and didn't answer her, but I think she could tell." "Do you think she knows about us fooling around?" "No. At least, she's never said anything like that. She just worries that I take up all your time and that you spend too much money buying me lunch and taking me places." "I like buying you lunch and taking you places." "I like it, too!" "Do you like it when we fool around." "Yes." "Do you ever do anything like that with anyone else?" "No! I don't know anyone else who'd do that stuff with me! Have you ever done that stuff with other boys?" "When I was your age and a little older, I fooled around with other boys my age, but you're the only boy I've played with like that since I started high school." "I don't think I could do that stuff with any of the boys I know!" "Well, I'm glad it's just you and me: it makes it very special." "I am, too." After school started, I saw Alex much less frequently. He still came to my house to fool around, from time to time, and I occasionally took him to the beach or kayaking, but that became rare. I saw even less of him once he started middle school, though he did show up at my house, one day, shortly after his thirteenth birthday, to tell me that his penis had started to grow (It was three inches, now!)--and that he had managed to get it inside of a girl he knew from school! He proudly showed his penis to me when I asked, but he wouldn't let me touch it. "I'm too old for that, now. I have a girl friend!" I never had the opportunity to have a relationship like that with another boy--and I never really wanted to. Alex was an exception.