Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2019 23:10:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer of Color

I really did see this boy in my neighborhood, and I did stop and chat very
briefly with him and he was cute as the dickens. I haven't seen him since,
dammit all to hell. I've also seen images of gifted young black teens and
between the two, the story was created. The lead-in is long so don't get
your stroking hopes up for a buncha pages. Will there be a 2nd chapter? I
don't know. N-joi the tale.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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It had not been a stellar 6 months. No, not at all. In fact, it had been
about the shittiest 6 months of my adult life. Actually since I was 9 years
old and had to go into foster care because of an abusive alcoholic
father. The first 9 years of my life had been, if not quite hell, certainly
close to it.

But, into foster care I went and what was only meant to be temporary became
permanent when the family adopted me at age 12 and I took their last
name. I loved the Suttons beyond measure. Mike and Bree were the kind of
parents that every child deserves and few seem to get. They were in their
30's and childless and felt like I was a gift from god when I came into
their lives.

I'd been a good kid in a family that didn't really give a shit about anyone
but themselves. My bio mom died of a drug overdose when I was 7 and my
father blamed me and punished me for it in one way or another every single
day. The Suttons were complete opposites of my biological parents and
because they treated me so well from day one, I vowed to never let them
down. To my knowledge, I didn't.

I skated through school with a 4.0 gpa, lettering in 3 sports along the
way. I went to college and got a Ph D graduating magna at the top of my
class. Sadly Mike died of a massive coronary before I got that degree but
he did see me get my Master's. I went on to make a more than fair amount of
money. When I was in my early 40's my mom, Bree that is, was diagnosed with
Alzheimer's. I sold my condo and moved back home in order to direct her
care.

I got a 2 year old Belgian Malinois from the Malinois rescue
organization. He'd come from a very high end breeder, had the papers and
had tons of training. His owner joined the military and was headed to the
sandbox and the dog couldn't go.  I'd harbored the hope that he would bring
some joy to mom and he did. She had loved Aesop and the dog adored mom. The
beauty of it of course was that despite her loss of memory Aesop was a
constant, even though she eventually couldn't remember his name.  Aesop
didn't care.

I continued the training stuff with him and early in her disease mom got a
big kick out of making him do tricks. Even as her memory waned, Aesop would
bring her slippers for her, would find the TV remote and any number of
other things.

I had hired a company that provided in home health care when needed and
while I didn't utilize them on a daily basis then did come in 3-4 times per
week when I needed to do things away from the house, such as my job as an
organizational psychologist. On one of those occasions in mid-May I had to
be out of town overnight and the company assured me that someone would be
there with her full time. A phone call at 5 the next morning woke me from a
sound sleep, the last sound sleep that I would have for a while.

 A brief introduction from a sheriff's detective had the sad and unpleasant
duty to inform me that my mother was dead and her house burned down to the
foundation. He asked some questions regarding my mother's health and I
explained that she was late stage Alzheimer's.

"Well, I don't want to alarm you Dr. Sutton but what initially looked like
an accident is beginning to look intentional. When will you be back in
town?" I told him that I'd be heading home with 30 minutes and he suggested
that we meet as soon as possible and I committed to10am at the house.

The only positive thing at that moment was Aesop. I had debated leaving him
home but in the end took him with me. I couldn't be sure that the on duty
care takers would take care of the dog and I knew my mother couldn't. I put
some kibble down for him and took a quick shower and we were out the door
within the promised 30 minutes. In the parking lot I let Aesop go take care
of his business while I got things situated in the cargo area of my
Escalade and off we went, stopping at the Golden Arches for a couple of Mc
Griddles and coffee and I was home by 9am.  Home, no longer. Aesop whined
as we stepped out of the car.

The one story rambler had, as stated, burned down to the foundation, the
only thing standing being the fireplace and chimney, the appliances,
bathtubs and sinks. Fortunately, the house had been built during a time
when the garage was a free standing unit and not attached and had thus,
thankfully, escaped the fire. As I went toward it I used my phone to open
the right hand door and stepping inside discovered that no harm had been
done to my '66 XKE convertible.

The sleek, gloss black machine had been a gift from my parents when I
graduated from college with my master's and I loved the thing beyond
measure. I walked around it, noticing that there was a lack of the smell of
smoke and was thankful for that. I heard noise on the gravel driveway and
turned to see an unmarked sedan pull into the driveway, correctly assuming
that it was the detective.

I walked toward the car as he stepped out, a tall rangy middle aged man in
an ill fitting suit sans tie. "Dr. Sutton," he said as he approached, hand
extended. "Detective Al Johnston. Please let me offer my condolences for
your loss. It's a horrible thing." I thanked him of course then cut to the
chase, asking the big question.

"Well, it initially looked like a burner on the stove had been left on with
a pot or something on it. I understand that your mother had Alzheimer's
disease so, burners left on are a somewhat common occurrence with those
with such a diagnosis. However, there is evidence, that I won't go into
right now, that another fire had been set in the hallway outside your
mother's bedroom door and an accelerant had been used. So we are now
stating that it was arson and since it appears that your mother perished in
the fire it is also murder. Before you ask the question, her body was badly
burned so we don't know the exact cause of death. We should have an initial
autopsy report by the end of the day."

"As far as suspects go we're searching for the health care worker as we
speak. Needless to say, she is the prime suspect particularly since she's
disappeared.." From there we went through the basic questions such as where
had I been the previous evening, etc. etc. ad nauseum and of course I
provided the hotel bill along with the business contacts I'd been with the
previous day. I elected to not give him any information on the 14 year old
boy that had shared my room and my bed. No, I had no idea who else might
have had reason to do this. At that moment Detective Johnston's phone rang
so he excused himself and stepped away.

Aesop and I walked around the house but didn't cross the police tape that
encircled the foundation. A moment later he approached me.

"It appears that there was blunt force trauma at the side of your mother's
skull but that doesn't mean it was the cause of death although that will
likely be the ruling." He continued with more questions ending with the
request that I not leave the area and to provide him with a temporary
address when I had one. After he left I phoned the family attorney and
scheduled an appointment for later that afternoon. A second call went to my
insurance agent and we scheduled a meeting then I loaded Aesop back in the
car and headed out to find temporary lodgings.

The next few days were a bit of a blur, not because I had so much to do but
because of the emotional factors at play. Mom had given me durable power of
attorney a year before and had also signed the house and property over to
me through a quick claim. Her last will and testament also named me as the
sole inheritor so all of that legal shit was done pretty quickly. The
insurance would take a little longer but both her life and property
insurance would be paid within 30 days.

I was allowed to go through the ashes a few days later but found nothing of
interest although I did note that the 50 inch television was gone along
with my stereo system. I didn't find any melted blob of silver so assumed
her sterling set had also been taken. She didn't have any jewelry to speak
of and what she had was in her safe deposit box.

Detective Johnston called to inform me that they had found the health care
worker and she and a boyfriend had admitted having hit my mother on the
head while she was asleep, stolen some items and set fire to the house. The
autopsy showed that mom had died from smoke inhalation, that the trauma to
her head hadn't caused the death. Still, the couple was charged with
murder, burglary and arson all in the first degree.

I had contacted a real estate agency to look for a house to rent while I
decided what I was going to do. I wanted a house in the same type of area
that the family home had been in. Sort of country with a small commercial
area within 5 minutes from the house, larger town and cities within 20
minutes. Preferably fenced, and preferably more than just the usual
building lot where houses were merely feet apart. Our place had been on two
and a half acres which was just about perfect.

Amazingly enough the agent found me the perfect place with 24 hours and it
was only 10 minutes away from our house in the same incorporated
township. As it turned out, the owners had known mom albeit not well but
more than just in passing. They knew about the fire and her death and we
more than willing to allow me a month to month lease after the initial 6
months had passed.

It was a 1960's 3 bedroom, bath and a half single story with attached 2 bay
garage situation toward the back of the full acre it sat on and was fully
fenced. A deck, probably no more than 5 years old, stretched across the
back of the house and surprisingly enough had a decent size hot tub in one
corner under a gazebo type of structure. Most of the property was fenced
with 6 foot tall rolls of welded galvanized steel but from the back of the
house to the back property line it was wood fence slats and thus offering
complete privacy, not that there were any houses right close. Much of the
property was open field in front of the house so the owners had planted
Clematis and other climbing evergreen vine plant about every 15 feet along
that part of the fence thus it was a wall of green and when it bloomed it
was spectacular.

 Like all of the streets except for the main drag some 7 blocks away, there
no sidewalks, the streets were wide enough for 2 cars but had no lane
separating lines. You had neighbors but nobody looking in your window, the
houses typically separated by at least 200 feet. There was a middle school
2 streets away from me that had a ball and track field across the street
and just a city block past that was a small park neighborhood with an older
cracked basketball court and a ball field along with the requisite
playground equipment designed mostly for kinds under 8 year old. It also
had a building that had a covered picnic area with a couple tables while
the building itself held maintenance equipment and restrooms. The township
held their annual summer picnics there.

Not far from my house, two street overs was Nelson nature park and
preserve, a 3 acre wooded property with walking trails through the woods
that Aesop and I had walked a few times. Note that the streets weren't
spaced like you find in a regular town but could be a quarter mile or more
apart. There were other streets but those were often dead ends that only
went far enough to provide space for 4-8 houses. Sometimes the streets were
actually private roads, maintained by those who lived on them.  Aside from
that there was an asphalted bike and walking trail that ran for almost a
mile on one of the 3 major thoroughfares in the 3 x 3 mile neighborhood. It
was on that walking trail as I was driving by that I first saw the boy.

Two thing stuck out. One was that he was walking a German shepherd, one as
large as Aesop. The second thing was that he was black, as in African
American. That stuck out because I'd never seen a black person in the
area. There was a Korean family, well half Korean, and of course the myriad
Mexican lawn and yard guys but I had yet to see anything darker than
that. As I went by I stuck my arm out the window and gave him a thumbs up.
Of course he gave me a blank look.

The kid was slender and dressed in black, jeans and zipped up black hoodie,
and if he weighed more than 120 pounds I'd have been shocked. He appeared
to be 13 or so years old and from what I could tell, he was also a cutie. I
wanted to stop and ask about the dog, my goal to find another dog that
Aesop could play with from time to time.  I wasn't a dog park kind of guy
and Aesop could always use some socializing and play time with other
dogs. In any case I needed to get home and feed my dog so kept going.

I saw the boy again a few days later and this time I stopped in the middle
of the road and asked him how old his dog was, turns out he was
11. Probably not a good match for my very active now 3 year old. As I
rolled the rear window down to show off my dog I explained that I had been
the guy that gave him the thumbs up a few days before and my dog was the
reason I did it. The boy smiled and nodded his head and another car came up
over a small hill behind me so I left. The next time I saw him was a
different story.

I had taken the Jag out for a drive and was on the more narrow back
streets. I wasn't more that the equivalent of a city block from my house
when I saw the boy and his dog ambling along. He was still wearing black
jeans but had lost the hoodie and was wearing a bright red t-shirt and an
Arizona Cardinals ball cap that matched his shirt and shoes. There was no
traffic so I stopped.

"Hello again," I said, an open genial smile on my face. He gave me a
questioning look so I said, "the guy with the German Shepherd, usually
driving a crème colored escalade. His face lit up in recognition and
what a face it was; a mocha color, smooth and clear with no blemishes, huge
dark eyes with amazingly long dark lashes.

"Where's your dog," he asked, his voice still the slightly high melodic
tinkle of a boy struggling to get into the deeper registers.

"I don't let him ride in this car." That wasn't true because I did but it
was rare and I covered the seat and carpet.

"I can see why; it's a beautiful car. What kind is it?" I thanked him and
told him about the car then got a little bolder and said,

"You're welcome to ride with me some time. I don't drive it often because
it's a collectible. What's your name?"

"Kasio, with a K." I extended my hand and he took it in a soft grip. "This
is Max," he said pointing to the dog

"Jay, with a J," I replied and he laughed, a beautiful sound and said I was
funny.

"So I'm guessing you're somewhat new to the area since I've never seen you
until most recently."

"Yeah, I just came here less than a month ago. I live with my grandma on
the next street over, the house with the big Monkey Puzzle tree in front."
I nodded my head and said that I knew it.

"Spending the summer," I asked. He got a somewhat downcast expression on
his face and shrugged his shoulders.

"Dunno, maybe, maybe longer. It's a long story." I nodded my head in
understanding.

"Yeah, I can understand that. It sounds like your story might be a lot like
mine, not very pleasant. I mean, my life is great now but it wasn't when I
was younger. In fact it started getting better when I was your age, give or
take a few years. I'd be happy to share stories with you sometime if you're
interested." I chose not to tell him I was a psychologist.

He nodded his head. "Maybe. It would probably be good to talk to someone
about it especially if they the same kind of story. Besides I don't know
anybody and there aren't much kids around." I pulled my wallet out and gave
him a business card with my cell number on it.

"Well Kasio you're welcome to hang out any time whether to talk story or
let the dogs play or even to just go cruising. I lost my mother a month ago
and could use the company. I live down there," I said pointing in the
directions of my house, "the place with vines all over the fence." He
nodded his head saying he knew the place and then it was like a light bulb
went off.

"You're the guy on the news a while back." I nodded my head. It had been on
the news in conjunction with the fire and of course had been
interviewed. "I'm sorry about your mom. It sounds horrible." I thanked him
and said that it was. A car coming up behind me forced me to leave but as I
did I said,

"Seriously Kasio, call me any time or feel free to stop by. If the gate is
open I'm home, you're always welcome." He said he'd do that and off I
went. I didn't really expect the boy to reach out so was quite surprised
when I got a phone call from him 2 days later. After the short introduction
he said,

"My grandmother would like to meet you Jay, is that okay? I told her about
you and showed her your card."

"It's more than okay Kasio, when should I come over?" The boy right then
would fine so I said I'd see him in a few minutes. I took the Escalade and
4 minutes later was pulling in Kasio's driveway and saw the boy standing on
the front porch, his wide smile showing off a set of crystal white
teeth. His head was bare this time so I could see that his nappy hair was
clipper short on the sides and longer on top but would still be considered
short. The kid was definitely a stone cutie.

"Hey Jay," he said as he came around the front of my car and I got out.

"Hey back Kasio," I responded. He thanked me for coming over. He went on to
say that his grandmother felt she and I should know each other if we're
going to hang out at all. I told him it was a great idea that I totally
supported.

Inside the house, his grandmother was just getting up from an EZ-boy
recliner. She looked to be in her late 60's or early 70's, close to what my
mother's age had been when she died. A little darker than Kasio, she was
dressed casually, her hair pulled back into a bun.

"Dr. Sutton, I'm Isobel Montgomery, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said
as she stepped closer and it was then that I noticed that her left foot was
a prosthetic.

"Please, call me Jay," I responded and offered similar pleasantries. She
then offered condolences about my mother, stating that she had met mom at a
community gathering a few years prior. I thanked Isobel for her
thoughts. She said that Kasio had told her about our 3 meetings, about my
dog, and the like as well as the offer to visit or chat almost anytime the
boy would like.

She asked questions regarding my job, not understanding just what it was
that I did so I explained it to her. Kasio sat quietly and listened. She
said too that her grandson had alluded to a childhood that was similar to
his and I nodded my head, hoping that she wouldn't ask for specifics, and
she didn't. Instead, she said,

"Sweet heart would you please pour me a glass of raspberry iced tea. Would
you like some iced tea Jay?" I said that would be great. As soon as Kasio
left the room she leaned toward me and whispered.

"He has had a shitty life Jay, really shitty and he seems taken with you. I
would welcome you two spending time together, as much as you can
stand. It's possible he'll be living here for the rest of his youth and
maybe he'll open up to you. He has refused to talk to any counselors and
while I love him dearly he doesn't talk about his experiences with me
either. He needs a positive male role model as well and obviously I can't
provide that. Also, as you have noticed, I have a physical disability which
interferes with a variety of endeavors."

"I am more than willing to step up to the plate for him and for you
Isobel. I am an adopted only child and have to relatives that I'm aware of
so have plenty of time. As long as we're talking about it, how do you feel
about out of town trips for Kasio. I attend agility and obedience
competition with Aesop and I also have to go on business trips from time to
time that last anywhere from 1-5 days which means Kasio that, at times,
might be alone in a hotel room. However, I can easily use family friendly
lodgings that offer things for children. Don't answer that right now, just
think about it. I think first though we'll need to make sure we're
compatible and from what I have seen so far, that won't be an issue."
Kasio came into the room with a tray and 3 glasses of a reddish liquid and
passed them out.

From that point talk was light and we each shared a bit of our lives,
staying away from the more unpleasant things. Isobel didn't need to ask any
questions about my mother's murder since it was splattered all over the
news as soon any new developments came up. A bit later Kasio and I left
with the promise that I'd have him back for dinner at which point Isobel
insisted that I have dinner with them and I agreed.

That first day was general get to know you stuff. I elected to take the Jag
out for a longer drive than usual and of course Kasio thought that was cool
as shit. Dinner that night with his grandmother was delicious and the
company enjoyable. I found her to be a highly intelligent and educated
lady, so much so that I chose to tell her more about my mother's death than
anyone else I'd talked to. Of course clucked in sympathy.

I saw Kasio almost every day and it goes without saying that our friendship
deepened. Aesop loved the boy. Kasio would toss his frisbee with him for
hours it seemed. We didn't delve into his family life and I stayed away
from mine. I tossed a football with him and gave him pointers on how to
improve his passing. I'd played QB in high school and college so knew what
I was doing.

Over all, I discovered that, like his grandmother, Kasio was a very
intelligent lad and had a variety of interests, some of which were similar
to mine. He was a very genial boy, kind hearted and without any faults that
I could see. I found out his birthday was in late July while mine was in
early August so we were both Leo's.

Our first overnight trip, some two weeks into our friendship, was to the
ocean, a two and a half hour away. There was to be a 3 day sand sculpture
competition that I had attended in the past and thought that Kasio would
get a kick out of. I'd gotten a hotel room right on the beach some months
prior in anticipation of attending. Having Kasio along would make it that
much more fun.

"I've been anywhere or done anything," Kasio said as we left his
grandmother's home, Isobel standing on the porch with Max and waving us
off. I explained to him that I'd been fortunate in that regard. My adopted
parents took trips every summer and as I got into my teens that included
trips to Europe.

"Who knows Kasio, perhaps I'll be able to expand your horizons." The boy
grinned at me and said,

"You already have Jay." The drive was uneventful except for Kasio being so
bubbly every time he saw new things that interested him.

"Welcome back Dr. Sutton," the young man at the desk said with a grin.

"Thank you Sam, it's good to see you." Sam was an extremely cute 18 year
old young man that I'd had the pleasure of bedding when he was a15 year old
bus boy in the hotel's restaurant. He'd been a very enthusiastic lover.

Upstairs I discovered that I'd been given a room with a single king sized
bed, having forgotten that's what I'd requested some months before. "Oh
damn Kasio, I'd forgotten about the sleeping arrangement. Let me call down
to the front desk and see if I can get a room with 2 beds." Kasio responded
immediately.

"You don't have to do that Jay; I don't mind sharing a bed with you." I
asked if he was sure and he nodded his head. "Totally," he said and with a
grin added, "I won't be able to sleep naked though." Until then, there had
been no mention of sex, bodies, nudity or anything even close to that kind
of topic from either of us, not even jokingly.

"Well you are more than welcome to sleep naked if you want Kasio, believe
me I don't mind. I typically sleep naked as well."

"Really," he asked, as if adults didn't engage in such an activity.

"Oh yeah, I have since I was your age," which I had learned was a month shy
of 14 years old.

"That is so cool," he said. At that statement Kasio initiated our first
real physical contact. He stepped up to me and put his arms around my waist
and leaned into me.

"I haven't said thank you Jay but thank you for being in my life. I haven't
felt this good in a really long time." I reveled at the feel of his entire
body against mine and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him back which
cause the boy to hug me tighter.

"You're welcome Kasio. You have brought a great deal of joy to my life as
well." At that point Aesop must have been feeling left out because he
wedged his head between us, right a crotch level. Kasio giggled and stepped
away then turned but not before I saw the slight hint of a wateriness in
his huge dark eyes.

"Yes, we love you too Aesop," I said and rubbed the dog's head. We unpacked
our small bags, put toothbrushes in the bathroom then went downstairs to
walk on the beach. There was quite a bit of activity although no real sand
sculpting because that wouldn't start until the next day. I allowed Aesop
to be off leash and like a good boy he stayed fairly closed but had a scent
or 2 he felt compelled to follow.

Kasio took his shoes and socks off to wade in the waves but soon discovered
the water was cold and chose to stride on dry sad, or damp sand. I asked
him if he wanted to get in the water and got a vigorous shake of the
head. I suggest the hotel's pool and Kasio said he didn't have a swim
suit. I suggested we walk the few blocks that made up main street and maybe
we'd find something, maybe not. So, off we trudged.

We found a store that did in fact carry swim wear albeit not a great
selection. Kasio thumbed through a rack while I looked at other things, one
of which was Speedos. I knew his favorite color was like a cobalt blue, saw
a speedo in that color and walked over and showed it to him, more teasingly
than serious. His eyes got even larger and he shook his head.

"I can't wear something like that," he whispered, "it would make my stuff
look huge." I chuckled and whispered back,

"Most boys are okay with that." He shook his head.

"It's already big enough; wearing that would be embarrassing." I gave him
and arched eyebrow. "Seriously. I get teased in gym class about it. I'll
show you later." Then he got an impish grin on his face, "That is if you
want me to. Hopefully it won't scare you." I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, whether you do or don't show me is entirely up to you. It wouldn't
be the first and I doubt I'd be scared." Kasio finally picked out a
traditional swim suit, in deep blue, and we headed back to the hotel. On
the way Kasio thanked me for buying the suit for him then asked,

"What did you mean when you said it wouldn't be the first Jay?" It took me
a moment to figure out what he was talking about.

"I played lots of sports in high school and college so I've seen plenty of
guys in the showers. Plus I helped coach boys swimming and diving at a
recreation center during summer break so I've have seen plenty of boys
naked. On top of that, friends and I used to skinny dip when we were kids."
He wanted to know what that was so I explained it to him.

"Wow, I think that would make me get a boner, swimming naked with other
boys." I chuckled and said that wasn't uncommon at all but most boys didn't
care and would just take care of it. A questioning expression made its way
onto his cute brown face.

"You know," I said then made the universal fist pumping gesture. I swear,
the boy blushed.

"Yeah, but in front of other boys," he asked, his voice taking on and even
higher pitch than usual. I nodded my head.

"Oh sure. I mean, it's almost like, one boy gets a boner then another boy
gets one and soon they all have one so they do it together, masturbate I
mean. Most boys enjoy watching another boy shoot." Kasio was clearly
surprised, if not shocked, at that information.

"I never done anything like that," he said with sincerity." I explained
that not all boys do but that many boys do things like that at his age and
of course I got the obvious question to which I admitted that I had as
well, plenty of times. It just isn't a big deal.

Back in our room, Kasio went into the bathroom to change while I simply
changed in the suite. The boy came back into the room just as I was pulling
my suit into place, half of my ass hanging in the wind. "Oh, sorry Jay," he
said.

"It's only my butt, no big deal," I responded. I turned to face him and his
eyes went straight to my crotch while my eyes scanned his body. Couldn't
tell much though. "Let's go, we'll get towels downstairs."

"It doesn't bother you to be naked around people huh Jay," he said in the
elevator, which we obviously had to ourselves.

"Nope, not at all. In fact, in some ways it's kind of fun. I've attended
nudist resorts in the past and I enjoy being naked around others. It's
refreshing actually. During the warm months, like now, I'm naked in my back
yard quite bit. Sometimes I go naked in the front yard too since it's
pretty much blocked by all of the Clematis plants." As the elevator doors
binged open Kasio said,

"Maybe I'll have to give it a try." I tossed an arm casually across his
shoulders and told him he was welcome any time. Didn't even have to call or
ask for the most part. We spent the next hour or so frolicking about in the
pool. Well, Kasio frolicked, I hot tubbed and got in the sauna.  There were
way to many crumb catcher's in the pool for me.

And hour or so later we were back up in the suite where I told Kasio to go
ahead and shower first. He did and came back out 5 minutes later with just
a towel wrapped around his narrow waist and I couldn't help but notice the
lump in his towel. The boy had a tight body, nothing overly done but
certainly flat, smooth, and nicely defined. I hit the shower and came out 5
minutes after that and saw Kasio standing on our deck clad only in
underwear, standard FTL's but deep blue, that cupped and highlighted a
terrifically shaped small butt.

I snagged some fresh underwear and tugged them on, made some adjustments
then went out onto the deck to join Kasio, who turned as the door slid
open. Again, he looked straight my crotch and again I took in his entire
body, more than surprised at the bulge in his briefs. The boy appeared to
be gifted in that area.

"I hope it's okay to just be in underwear Jay," he said to which I said of
course. I asked if he was hungry, he was. I said we could go out and get
something or have food delivered up to the room. Kasio seemed to perk up at
that.

"And not get dressed?" I nodded my head. "Let's do that." I had him follow
me into the room and pulled out the guest guide, found the restaurant menu
and opened it. We were both looking down and of course I was eyeing his boy
bulge which, again, seemed more than respectable for a boy his age. Of
course, Kasio was looking me over as well. I draped an arm across his
narrow shoulders and said,

"So, what looks good Kasio?" The boy slipped and arm around my waist and
seemed to snuggle closer than he already was. He pointed out a few things
on the menu, one of which was fish and chips, which I'd had there before
and were quite good. We both settled on fish & chips with extra tarter
sauce then went back out onto the balcony. The only seating was a two
person wicker love seat sort of affair so I plopped down and Kasio plopped
next to me, our legs touching but neither of us moving to rectify that.

 Kasio caught me off guard by leaning against me and letting his head rest
against my shoulder. My arm had been draped along the back of the seat but
I moved it forward to rest on his shoulder. I felt him inhale deeply then
let out a huge sigh.

"This is so nice Jay," he said quietly. "I haven't felt this relaxed since
forever it seems like." I was torn right then between offering some kind
words or keeping my mouth shut and chose the latter but I did give him a
little hug in recognition of his words.

We didn't say anything for a good 5 minutes then Kasio spoke. "When I said
earlier about trying being naked, could we do it later tonight, like when
it's getting dark?"

"Sure we can Kasio. Are you thinking that might be a way to sort of ease
into it?" The boy nodded his head. "I think it's a great idea so tell you
what. You let me know when you're ready and if you don't, no
worries. You'll there when it's time. Okay?" He nodded his head again.

"You're awesome Jay." A loud knock at the door interrupted the discussion.

"You're pretty awesome too Kasio," I said as I stood and headed for the
door." I grabbed a t-shirt but peeped through the hole first and recognized
another boy that I knew, both in the biblical and literal sense, so opened
the door.

"Hey Jace," I said as he came through the door. He said hey back and walked
right to the small table close to the balcony slider where Kasio had
remained seated.

"Sam sent up dessert compliments of the house," he said as he pulled the
cover off the tray. Indeed there were 2 slices of a 6 layer chocolate cake
alongside the fish and chips. Both Sam and Jace were aware that I loved the
dessert.

After Jace left Kasio came in to eat and of course questioned my answering
the door in underwear and I said that I knew the boy, which didn't really
answer the question but Kasio didn't pursue it. As I watched the boy move I
couldn't help but notice the bobbing going on in his briefs and again
speculated on his size.

The food was delicious as attested by Kasio's soft moans and groans as he
ate, his verbalization of same notwithstanding. I agreed with the kid,
extolling the meal as well. "I never ate this good until I moved in with
gramma," Kasio said. "She is an incredible cook." I agreed with him there
as well. I was invited to dinner at least once a week, often twice, and I
never came away disappointed or hungry and often with leftovers.

After dinner we decided to watch a flick, choosing Triple X which Kasio
hadn't seen. Actually, there were quite a few movies he hadn't seen and I
made note to rectify that. Because of the fact that we were facing west, it
was necessary to close the curtains which completely darkened the room. We
sat on the small sofa that graced the sitting area of the suite and faced
the 40 inch screen.

"Gosh Jay, if I wanted to practice being naked I wouldn't have to wait `til
it got dark, huh."

"That's true Kasio, you wouldn't. Tell you what let's do. If and when you
decide you want to try that then just go ahead and take your underwear off
and I'll do the same. You don't need to announce it or ask or anything;
just do it. How does that sound?" The boy said that sounded like a great
idea."

On the sofa, Kasio snuggled up next to me with his legs tucked to the other
side. I, of course, slipped an arm over his shoulders and he sighed and
snuggled a little more. As the movie started I got to thinking about the
situation. I had been with plenty of boys when I was a teen, and more than
my fair share as an adult but I had never been with a boy of color. No
black boys, no Mexican or other Hispanic boys, no Asian boys, nothing but
creamy white boys. It wasn't intentional but circumstantial. I had been
more than open to any boy of any color but it was white boys I ended up
with. Not complaining, just saying.

About the time Xander Cage was in the restaurant finding out his cover had
been blown Kasio asked if the movie could be paused as he had to
pee. Interestingly enough I could and did pause it. Like many hotel rooms,
the bathroom was just inside the door to the room so there was a bit of a
hallway from there into the bedroom proper with the sitting area beyond the
bed and close to the sliding doors and balcony. I heard the toilet flush,
the bathroom door open and the light go off. Still, in the dim light from
the TV, I could see Kasio coming toward me, underwear in hand, and his cock
swaying as he walked. And what a cock.

I know it's a cliché about black boys being hung but Kasio was all of
that and more. A piece of brown flesh at least 6 inches long hung from his
perfectly formed pelvis. His balls hung behind his cock, reaching about 2/3
of the way down its length, and they too swayed slightly as he walked. As
he approached Kasio tossed his briefs on the floor and I quickly slipped
mine off and let them drop alongside the small sofa just as the boy sat
back down, resuming the position he'd been in but I stopped him.

"I think I'll pee too Kasio," said. "You can start the movie if you want,
I've seen it." He said he'd wait. My move was two-fold. Yes, I could piss
but I wanted to give Kasio the opportunity to check me as I had him. I
stood before him, barely a foot away and gave the boy a good 3 second view
before I left the room and he practically stared at my crotch. Honestly, I
wasn't much larger than Kasio but I was definitely thicker. I was uncut
while he was cut.  When I came back, I made a bit of a show of getting some
ice water, asking Kasio if he wanted some and got a yes. In any case the 13
year old got plenty of stare time. Kasio surprised me with,

"You got a big one Jay; how big is it?" I told him right at 8 inches
hard. He then commented on my foreskin and at that point stood up to face
me. So there we were, two boys checking each other out without shame or
guilt. I could see that Kasio had some hair growing but not a lot and they
weren't very long. The head of his cock was more pink, a contrast to the
shaft and the rest of his young body. I could see that Kasio's somewhat
large balls were completely smooth but would look forward to a time when I
could explore them closer and for a longer period of time.

"How does the foreskin thing work," Kasi asked. I had him step closer then
held my cock upright and retracted my foreskin and pointed out how it was
attached under the head then explained how the foreskin was snipped then
the skin peeled back and sliced off. Needless to say the boy winced at the
idea.

"And, speaking of big ones, yours is pretty large for a boy your age."
Kasio grinned and said he warned me. I asked if he wanted to continue the
movie, he said, so we plopped back down, Kasio snuggling back into me like
before. I could see that his right hand was between his legs, gently
cupping his stuff, well at least part of it.  About 10 minutes later Kasio
shivered and I asked if he was okay.

"Yeah. My finger tickled under my balls." The boy shivered again. "It feels
good, it's tough not to do it," he said.

"Keep doing that and you'll give your self a boner."

"I already am," he replied in a quieter voice. At that announcement he
turned slightly then let his top leg splay out and moved his hand. Indeed,
the boy's cock was hardening and continued to do so before my very eyes,
stretching out.

"Oh my Kasio you are a healthy boy." He couldn't resist and moved his hand
to fondle his smooth hanging balls then squeezed his cock a few times.

"I love having a boner Jay," he whispered. "I just can't help it sometimes.

"Well, being a boy Kasio, I can fully understand that. I'm kind of starting
to harden up myself." He turned his head to look at my crotch and was
witness to what I'd just seen, my cock beginning to inflate.

"Why are you getting a boner?" I explained that it was because he was and
seeing that was stimulating to me too." Kasio seemed to think about that
for a moment, his hand idly playing with his balls, then said, "I think
you're right. I mean, it's kind of exciting for me seeing you get a boner
too Jay. It's like we're sharing something and knowing pretty much what the
other person is feeling."

I couldn't agree more and I told him so. "Would you mind if I touch you
Kasio?"

"No. In fact I was kind of hoping you would," he answered. The boy moved
his hand and also moved his other leg as I reached down and gently took
hold of his cock which seemed to me to be fully tumescent. I squeezed up
and down the length of him which I figured had to be 7 inches. As I
observed before, it wasn't thick but it wasn't a skinny dick either and I
imagined that he'd gain some girth over the next year or so.

I let go of his cock then slipped my hand down between his inner thigh and
his balls then cupped his sperm makers which caused him to gasp audibly. I
rumpled the smooth eggs in my hand and whispered in his ear.

"Do you like being touched Kasio, down there?" He nodded his head and
groaned out a `yes. "Do you want me to stop or keep going?"

"No," said in a deeper voice, "don't stop Jay, please. Keep going." At that
he pushed his tender brown butt up ever so slightly. I let go of his balls
and moved back up to gently squeeze, and then stroke his cock. Kasio's
breathing was becoming faster and soft moans or groans more often.

Kasio then turned his body toward me while reach over with his right arm. I
knew what he wanted, I mean, who wouldn't. His hand found my crotch, his
fingers touching at the base of my cock and top of my sac. Once he had his
bearings, Kasio slid upward and took hold of my cock and did to me what I
was doing to him.

"Would it be easier if we were on the bed Kasio?" He nodded his head,
pulled his arm back and then moved which caused me to let go of his
throbbing cock. Kasio stood directly in front of me, his raging cock all
but in my face.

"God you've got a terrific body Kasio, and your cock is beautiful." The boy
was looking down at mine so I stood up so he could get a better look, which
he did. I reached out and took his hand and led him to the bed, pulled the
covers down and got on, Kasio right behind me.

"What would you like to do Kasio?"

"Maybe touch you some more, if that's okay." I asked if what meant was to
explore my parts and he nodded his head. I lay back, propped up on my
elbows and told him to do whatever his precious little heart desired. Kasio
jumped right to it, taking hold of my cock and stroking it but doing it
from very close up so he see the mechanics of it. I chuckled inwardly.

Kasio also put his head in real close and thought that he was going to suck
me off, or maybe it was hope. In any case he took some deep breathes
commented on the fragrance. It wouldn't do but what the young teen had to
heft my nuts as if to gauge the weight or something. I sighed at the
feelings that were shredding my body. I missed being around a boy as much
as I had been with Kasio.

"I really like playing with your cock and stuff Jay, it's so much fun. I
really feel like cumming though. Could maybe we do that, jack off."

"Together you mean Kasio," and he nodded his head vigorously in
assent. `Sure, we can do that, it should be fun." The grinned and sidled
right up alongside then hugged me tightly,

"I am so glad you're here to show me things and teach me stuff Jay. For
real."

"I'm glad Kasio and I'm honored that I get to be the one that gets to help
you out in such a way. It means a lot to me." I swear the kid was going to
kiss me but he just hugged me again and then propped a pillow against the
headboard moved onto his butt and rested against it. I did the same. We
each took hold of our raging cocks and began the motion.

Kasio's free hand moved down to fondle his balls a little bit, all the
while, his eyes pretty much focused on what I was doing. I was sure he was
fascinated by the action of my foreskin just as every other circumcised boy
had been since I first started playing with boys, lo those many years ago.

"Oh gosh Jay, this is so much fun. I never would have guessed it." I
watched the ebb and flow of emotion play out across the boys' smooth brown
face accompanied by an occasional swipe of his pink tongue across his
perfect lips.

"So, Kasio," I said, "how would you like me to do that for you?" He gave me
a questioning look.

"You mean like, jack me off and make me squirt?" I nodded my head. I swear,
his smile would light up a dark room.

"Okay," he responded and let his hand fall to his side. I moved onto my
side then changed my mind and got to my knees between his legs. I took hold
of his stone hard brown pillar then cupped his balls with my other hand and
went to work.

"Oh gosh Jay," he groaned. Jacking off a boy is always fun but when it's
the first time he'd been touched made it all that much more exciting. I
pretty much knew then that Kasio was going to allow me to do other things
with him. I didn't know how far that might go but I figured that letting me
suck his delicious cock wasn't out of the question. Anything beyond that
would be like ice cream on pie.

I kept up a nice steady pace, stroking his throbbing boner and getting
plenty of sighs. He even squeezed his legs against mine a couple of times
as new and strong feelings raced through his thirteen year old body. I was
still surprised at the size of him. I could have stacked both fists on his
cock and most of the head would have been free.

"I'm gonna cum Jay, I can feel it, I can feel it." I squeezed his cock a
little tighter and stroked a little faster and 3 breathes later Kasio's
hands pressed against the mattress, he pushed his hips upward and cried
out. I felt his cock stiffen against my grip and a stream of sperm shot all
the way to his neck. A second squirt went almost as far and a third one
landed below his sternum, all 3 of them leaving 4inch slashes of white on
his brown body. There were a couple of sperm burps after that then some
oozing that ran down onto my fingers. They then my stroke had slowed and
when I finally let go of his cock I cleaned my fingers with my tongue.

Kasio was watching through half lidded eyes and asked why I ate his
sperm. I told him because it tasted good. Of course he wanted to know if I
was going to cum too. I stayed where I was at and began to stroke my cock,
sliding my foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. I was wondering
if Kasio would comment on the fact that, if I kept it up, I shoot on his
body. It was a bit of a test on my part which the boy passed since he
didn't say a thing one way or the other.

"It's cool watching somebody else Jay," he said as he idly played with his
balls. I was busy working mine as well. It didn't take me very long to get
there and I finally made the announcement. Kasio watched intently and when
my first jet of goo reached his first one his mouth fell open; in surprise,
not anticipation of catching any of my gooey boy goodness.

I kept on pumping my cock and we were rewarded with 3 more long thick jets
of the stuff, adding more white slashes to the collection on his torso. I
burped out a few more globs then I started to ooze. My cock was over his so
my cum dropped off onto his cock and his pubic bone.

"Gosh that's a whole lot of sperm Jay," Kasio said with admiration, "do you
always make that much?"

"Pretty much unless it's the 3rd or 4th time in a day."

"Third or fourth? Heck the most I've done is 2 times." He was quiet for a
moment then said, "this was a lot of fun Jay; can we do it again sometime?"

"Absolutely Kasio. There are some other things we can do too, if you want
to."

"Like what," he asked.

"Well, let's get in the shower and I'll show you."

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