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There were two church groups at the lake, our men’s group and a women’s group from a different church. We had our own areas of the complex and didn’t mingle other than at mealtimes. We each had our own activities, though my men’s group was more laid back and had no real schedule other than to relax and commune with nature and each other over cold beer and junk food.
The second day there, the women’s group invited any from our group who would like to go on a two-mile nature hike. None of the other men were interested, but I wanted to stretch my legs and get a pleasant walk in, so I went along.
That was where I met him. One woman had a boy with her. It was her grandson and she couldn’t get a sitter for the weekend. He was about seven years old, with sandy brown unkempt hair, small and on the thin side but not sickly, with big dimples that showed when he smiled and mischievous brown/green hazel eyes. I could tell that the walk bored him out of his ever-loving mind. Being forced to hang around with old women was driving him there faster. Seeing me, he glommed on with a huge smile and wild enthusiasm. I guess I was a lifeline for the little dude.
His enamorment of me was fine, but I had to be very careful. My biggest secret was my attraction to boys, and he was all boy. I didn’t want to be outed as a pedophile. Any relation a boy has with an unrelated man, no matter how innocent, is examined under a microscope and judged in the worst light.
He seemed to be desperate for male attention amongst all the females who were old enough to be his grandmothers. The near-desperate look of need for rescue was obvious, so I let him hang with me on the walk. Not that I would ever have said no anyway. He was a bit below my age of attraction, but he was a real cutie and his obvious desire for male attention was tempting to any lover of boys.
During the walk, he was pretty clingy and never left my side. He had a lot of questions about the woods and surroundings. I was patient and answered everything he asked. His grandmother noticed and confided in me it was nice for him to have such a positive male role model to that was so patient and caring with him.
His life hadn’t been that great. She explained his mom died of an overdose and his dad, her son, was in prison for dealing drugs. She just got custody of him from foster care and was trying to raise him the best she could, but struggled because he was so young and full of energy.
I related with her I understood how energetic boys could be, as I had raised a son, had coached boys in soccer, and had been a scout leader. Boys can be a handful, but patience, listening, and relating on their level is very important.
About halfway through the two-mile hike, he tripped, skinned his knee, and twisted his ankle a bit. I had my day pack with a first aid kit and patched him up. Telling him he may have a battle scar to show his friends stopped the tears and cheered him up.
He was pretty small, so I asked if he wanted a ride on my shoulders. He jumped at the chance, excited to be taller than everyone.
I’m six foot three inches tall with a linebacker’s build. I know this because I was one back in my college days. Now, I am still in pretty good shape, but it was getting harder to keep up in my late forties than it was in my twenties. Because I worked at it, I had a lot of success. My waist was trim and my arms and chest were still cut, though I didn’t have a six-pack. I had all my hair that I kept trim, but it was graying at the temples.
I easily lifted his forty-pound body up onto my shoulders. He was a little on the small size for his age. When he stood next to me, the top of his head came to about my solar plexus. He giggled when I lifted him under his arms. It took a little wiggling for him to get comfortable on my shoulders, with his legs wrapped around my neck and his feet dangling over my chest. It was easy carrying him, holding his feet with my arms folded across my chest. At first, he had a death grip around the top of my head, but then once he figured out I would not drop him, he relaxed and enjoyed the ride.
As I said earlier, I am not necessarily attracted to boys his age, but with his legs wrapped around my neck, I couldn’t help but think where his junk was riding at the back of my neck. I imagined I could even feel it getting stiff. This didn’t help the state of my package either. My seven circumcised inches were plumping up. I looked over at his grandmother and bam, it was gone.
When we got back to the site, I could tell he didn’t want to go back with the women when we parted ways. I told him I would see him at lunch and that seemed to satisfy him for the time being.
At lunch, he came over and asked if he could sit with us. The other men laughed and accepted him good-naturedly. One even welcomed him to the “Men’s” table. This made his chest swell with pride.
After the meal, both groups went their separate ways. Some go down to the lake to swim, others break off to go read, and some just hang out and talk.
Billy was excited to go swimming and ran off with his grandma to change. I decided to just hang out with some of the other men and drink some beer. The two I was hanging with decided to play pinochle after a bit. I had no clue how to play, but decided to just stay and watch.
About fifteen minutes into the game, Billy came in all wet from the lake. His little dime-sized nipples were pointing out from his flat undeveloped chest because of the cold of his wet, glistening alabaster skin. He grabbed my hand and tried to drag me away, to show me something in his words. The two men laughed and said I better go see what he wants.
“Come on, mister Jack,” he said in his soprano prepubescent voice, “I got something neat to show you!”
His hand was icy, and he was shivering a bit from the water evaporating off of his body. His swim trunks were sticking to him in all the right places and I found myself yet again getting stiff. What the hell? He was too young for me to be attracted, wasn’t he?
Instead of dragging me to the lake, we headed to the cabins. This confused and excited me. Would anyone notice the adult man and underage boy going somewhere private? I looked around and saw no one paying any attention to us.
When we got to his cabin, he pulled me inside. I was confused, aroused, and apprehensive about being alone with him while he was in only his swim trunks. His little undeveloped, compact body was such a turn-on. I couldn’t believe what it looked like was happening.
He pulled me into what was obviously his room because of all the boys’ clothes strewn all over the floor amongst toy cars and legos.
He stopped in the middle of the floor and, for the first time, looked a little worried and unsure.
“What did you want to show me, Billy?”
He got really shy, then looked around desperately until he saw a random toy, which he grabbed and held out to me. I could tell that wasn’t what he dragged me here for, so I sat down on the bed to look at him more at eye level and in the most comforting voice I had, said, “I don’t think this is what you wanted to show me is it?”
He started to tear up and shake his head no.
I pulled him into a hug and said, “It’s alright Billy. I promise that whatever you wanted to show me won’t make me mad or make me not like you anymore. What do you want to show me?”
With that, he wouldn’t meet my eyes, but he pulled back and shakily pulled out his swim trunks, indicating I should look.
Oh fuck, his little, cut, two-inch penis was so cute. I had never, ever touched or been with a boy before this, no matter how much I wanted to, and here I was with a cute seven-year-old boy showing me his penis without me prompting or coercing him.
He was beautiful, nearly naked, with a little two-inch penis that was well into becoming a three-inch nail. His testicles were so small that there wasn’t much more than a scrotum hugging tight to his body underneath that nail.
My mouth was dry, but I croaked out, “Wow, kiddo, that is one awesome penis you have there.
He looked up at me finally and I watched the fear change to happiness when he realized I wasn’t mad at him. It was beautiful to watch. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life!
“You’re not mad at me,” he more stated than asked.
“Nope, thank you so much for showing me.”
“You can touch it, if you want,” he said, stopping my heart.
I shakily reached out and caressed his hardness. It was so soft, but so hard. There is nothing harder in the world than a boy’s erection. It was the perfect size for him and I told him so. He beamed with pride.
I couldn’t help myself. I pulled him in for a hug, squeezing him gently while also pulling down his swim trunks. He didn’t stop me or object. I wondered if he was just cold, or if he was nervous because he was trembling.
I pulled back a little from him and saw the look of longing in his eyes, with a little fear too. I leaned in and kissed his lips. They were so soft. At first, he was unresponsive, but then he kissed back. I got a little bolder and licked his lips. They parted, and my tongue slipped into his small mouth. He tasted of bubblegum and boy. It took a little exploring with my tongue, feeling his teeth and his little tongue before he responded, exploring the foreign object in his mouth with his own. Soon we were passionately making out.
His small body felt so right hugged up close to me. I enveloped him. His skin was so soft as I rubbed his back, my hands wandering to his butt, feeling his little round globes and running my finger up his crack. He just moaned into me, making me feel bolder. I spread his cheeks and touched his soft wrinkled anus. He jumped a little, but there was still no protest from him.
Then I felt him touch me with his small hand. He grasped my hardness through my shorts. I was in heaven. Everything was all firsts for me with a boy and I was near overloaded with lust. I kept my cool though and didn’t just jump him. It was obvious this was not his first time with a guy. I wondered who and how far they went with him, as my penis twitched with anticipation and desire.
How far could I go with this boy? I didn’t want to hurt him, but I knew he was willing to do a lot based on his actions. He seemed more unsure of my reactions than unsure of what he was doing. Though I could tell he had little experience, he had some.
He was glorious in his nudity. Not a hair on his body other than that on his head. His chest was undeveloped but fit. He was on the thin side, but not unhealthy. His hard nail was circumcised, about three inches long, and about as thick as my pinky finger. The globes of his ass were round and prominent on his thin frame.
He reached for my shirt and helped me take it off. I stood and undid the button on my cargo shorts, unzipped, and let them drop. There was a large wet spot on my boxer briefs at the top of my raging hard-on.
“Whoa, that’s a lot bigger than my daddies!”
Ah, so that is where his experience came from.
“You and your daddy did this before?” I asked.
He looked shocked and then scared. “I’m not s’posed to say.”
“It’s alright kiddo, I won’t tell,” I told him, “sexy fun time between dudes is secret. Can you keep a secret?”
He looked at me incredulously and said, “Well, duh!”
I laughed and so did he. This little imp had a sense of humor, not to mention being sexy as hell. I still couldn’t believe I was naked in a room with a seven-year-old boy. So many of my fantasies were playing out then and there.
I sat down on the edge of the bed again and reached out to stroke the cool skin along his smooth jawline. He leaned into my caress. I pulled him forward and enveloped him again. This time our bare skin touched one another and electric shocks of pleasure shot through me. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer before I erupted.
Starting at his neck, I kissed, licked, and nibbled his hairless skin. Working my way down to his collarbone, then left nipple where I sucked and nipped the little diamond hard point. I couldn’t resist his smooth pits and stroked one while I lavished the other with my tongue, making him giggle a little but also moan with for a new, inexperienced, and somewhat confusing desire.
I turned us, laying him down on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge at the knee and his legs spread, allowing me access to his treasures. Working my way down with my tongue, I prodded his little innie belly button with the tip, eliciting more moans of pleasure.
Then I was there at his bald pubis. God, he tasted so good! I lifted his legs and kissed and sucked his inner thighs, alternating between left and right, nuzzling his little hazelnut-sized balls in their tight sack at the base of his perfect stalk. I licked up his perineum, over his scrotum, up his slim rod, and engulfed the little pink helmet at the top, swirling my tongue around it and concentrating on the nerve bundle under the head.
Billy’s back arched in pleasure and he was trembling from new and sweet stimulation that he had never even dreamed of. His legs spasmed closed, trapping my head between his thighs.
His was the first penis I had ever had in my mouth and I was in heaven. It tasted of a little sweat, maybe a bit of urine, but most of what I think of as BOY. I sucked and moved my lips up and down his shaft, tasting, sucking, licking, and worshiping his little phallus.
He responded with moans and grabbed my head in his hands, holding on for what was turning out to be the best ride of his young life. His legs continued to grasp and pulse with pleasure. Before long, he started thrusting involuntarily into my mouth, then he squeaked a series of pitched little grunts, and I could feel his penis twitch and attempt to ejaculate what wasn’t meant to come for quite a few more years.
Then he went limp. The little dude passed out from the intensity of his first or at least best orgasm of his life. I got up on my knees between his legs and just touched my seven-inch meat to his much smaller deflated crotch and orgasmed so hard I almost lost consciousness, too. I launched rope after rope of thick, creamy cum over his genitals and up his tummy and between his nipples. It was so hot to see that I just kept cumming. I must have set a record for myself with ten powerful blasts and uncountable twitches after the main event. He was soaked, and my balls ached from the intensity and quantity that was delivered.
I came to my senses after a few minutes and looked around in a slight panic. Someone may start looking for either of us soon! We had been gone too long.
I grabbed a towel from the floor and woke him up while cleaning him up. I threw on my clothes and he got back into his swim trunks. Taking one good look around the room, I saw no evidence of our lovemaking. It smelled a little of sex, but the odor of a boy was more prevalent. Still, I made sure the window was open to air the place out before we left.
I left first and told him to wait a few minutes, then to go back down to the lake and jump straight in to rinse off before his grandma saw him, thinking more importantly, before she smelled him.
That was the second and last full day of the short retreat. We were heading home after breakfast the next day. We never got any more alone time again at the retreat, which made it easier on my nerves because of the extreme risk of getting caught.
The next morning, Billy joined the “Men’s” table for our last meal. He sat right next to me, of course. We had a pleasant meal even with the little imp trying to get my attention all the time playing footsie with me.
Before we left, his grandmother approached me and asked if I would mind occasionally mentoring Billy, like the Big Brother program. Also, so she could get a break every once in a while, I am sure. She looked haggard and was much older than I. Taking care of a seven-year-old for her must have been taxing for her.
I was stunned, she hardly knew me and I told her as much, but she said she was talking with some of the other men in my group and they had nothing but praise for me and all the work I had done with various youth organizations. She also knew that I was a father of a grown son and that I was a widower. Wow, I was stunned again. I had been checked up on.
She went on to tell me she loved her grandson and he needed a positive male in his life. Her son had done some inappropriate things with him that the boy could not share with his grandmother, but may be able to be shared with a good man who would not hurt him. Things that he saw and experienced. Besides, Billy had been happier than she had seen him in months that weekend and she knew it was because of me.
I was still in a bit of shock and a tad unsure, but we exchanged contact information. She said she would be in touch.
The question is, do I risk a relationship with this boy as his mentor? I knew if I did, things would go A LOT farther than they did in his room in their cabin up at the retreat. I didn’t want to mess this kid up, but I also wanted to help him be a cheerful boy.