Subject: Nudist Boy II No sex with Alex in this chapter while I get the story set up. Doesn’t mean there isn’t any sex at all however so read on. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex wanted to go back into the lake and play and I had no objection to that so we did. Members of the resort left a variety of watercraft at the lake for other’s to use, the premise and the request being that they would take care of them, put them back when done and that sort of thing. Among the kayaks and canoes were two large inflatables and by large I mean big enough to hold 8-12 people easily. I supposed that they were also used as kiddie pools when placed on a back lawn. Alex and I dove from the dock into the lake and made toward one that was shaped like a giant green turtle with a hallowed out back and climbed up over the side and flopped into it. There was a good half inch of water on the plastic floor of the thing but the sun and outside temperature had warmed it admirably. “These things are so cool,” the boy said as we both leaned back against the side with our arms outstretched on each side of us. We were still in easy view of the shore and thus his grandparents so we kept our distance from each other. “Jerome told me that he sucked a boys’ dick one day out here.” I reflected that might be a bit dangerous and Alex agreed with me. “But that’s just Jerome Kurt. To hear him tell it he’s had quite a bit of experience with sex both with girls and boys.” I grinned and asked Alex if he was a little jealous about that and he shook his head. “I don’t like girls, only guys.” At that statement Alex moved right up next to me. “I loved what we did in the woods Kurt and really want to do more stuff with you. I want to do everything that I’ve ever heard about and I want you to teach me. If we could get away with it I would go right back up there this minute and suck your cock again.” I saw that his cock was already starting to respond to the talk and to his fantasies. Alex knew that I saw and didn’t make any move to hide it from me. “I know Kurt, I can’t help it. I think that I’ve known that I was gay for a couple years at least so I’ve thought a lot about this, about what I’d like to do and I’ve jacked off plenty of times dreaming about it. And the thing is; I don’t want to learn from another boy, I want to learn from a man. Does that make sense or make me weird or something?” I shook my head. “Not at all Alex, plenty of boys feel that way. I would be honored to be your teacher, your mentor, your friend, your lover. I just think that there are likely to be plenty of obstacles, your nana probably being the biggest one.” The boy started to say something but I held my hand up to stop him. “I didn’t say it was going to be impossible and I will do what I can to encourage your grandparents to allow you to spend time with me, okay?” He nodded his head and grinned. “Meanwhile what do I do about this boner?” That said he moved his hands and spread his legs to show me his fully hardened cock. “Well I would have suggested that you just lay on the floor and jack off. Nobody could see you but the problem with that is that there are 2 people on the dock preparing to dive in and if their hand gestures are any indication they’re going to be headed this way.” At that moment they chose to dive into the lake and of course Alex heard the splashes. Without another breath the boy moved and went up over the side and into the lake and as cool as it was I was sure that his little stiffie wouldn’t be a stiffie within a minute. I decided that it was probably time for me to head home since I had a class at 4 and it was an hour and a half drive in good traffic and this was the tourist season so it could easily take longer. Just as the other guy reached the side of our inflatable I dove into the lake and started a breast stroke for the dock. I had signaled to Alex that I was headed in and the boy followed me, catching up as I took my first step up the ladder. Once on the deck we headed toward his grandparents. “Do you think my papa will let me stay the night at your house sometime Kurt?” I chuckled inwardly at the boys’ presumptive thinking. “I don’t have a clue Alex but if I might suggest something; don’t bring it up just yet. At this point it would seem out of place but after a week or two of workouts things will be different. So, can you hold off on that?” The boy nodded his head. “Yeah I can Kurt, I will.” I ruffled his hair. “Good boy.” Bill waved to us as we approached, Jill mostly just a nod toward me but to Alex said, “Are you cold, do you need to put on a sweater or something Alex?” I figured that to be just a little strange since she was a nudist for Christ’s sake and Alex had been more of his life than not but I wrote it off to the smothering. “I have to head out,” I told them as I picked up my pack, “I’ve got to teach a class in a couple of hours. Are we on for tomorrow,” I asked, more to Bill than his wife. “Of course; wouldn’t miss it,” he said jovially. I pulled a business card out of my pack and handed it to him and after glancing at it thanked me. Alex announced that he was going to walk me to my car. I thanked them again for lunch and headed off, Alex right by my side. Once out of sight of his grandparents the boy snuggled up and put his arm around my waist and I draped mine across his shoulders again. We didn’t talk much as we walked but we got close to my Lexus NX we did see Jerome. The passenger side window of the car parked on the driver’s side of my car zipped down enough to see the boys’ smiling face beaming over the top of the heavily tinted window. “You leaving,” he asked and I said I was. The cars were parked quite close together and as Alex and I stepped up to the car window went all the way down. I could see the back of a red haired head bobbing in the boys’ lap. “Say hi Ginger,” Jerome said and the red head looked up to reveal another boy who grinned and said hi then went back to what he was doing which of course was sucking Jerome’s cock. “Ginger is getting much better at sucking cock,” Jerome said by way of conversation and then he groaned. I presumed that a wave of feeling had just passed through his body. “I’m gonna cum Ginger,” the boy blurted out and the red headed kid pulled his head back and jacked the teen’s cock. A second later a big wad of sperm shot up and came down on Jerome’s lap. It was followed by a second shot and then Ginger put his mouth over the head and went about swallowing the rest of Jerome’s offering. “So, am I gonna get a shot at you or has Alex got you sewed up,” Jerome asked. “Not if I have anything to say about it,” Alex said as he wrapped his arms around me but it was all in good fun. Ginger lifted his head, sat up and dropped the driver’s side seat down and revealed a very large and very hard cock. His pubic hair was as red as the hair on his head. The boy started jacking off immediately. I didn’t need to watch the show so climbed in my car and zipped my window down right away. Alex was waiting for it and as soon as he could the boy leaned in and leaned forward and we kissed. “I can’t wait till tomorrow Kurt,” he said in a soft voice. “You want your cock sucked Alex,” Jerome asked and my boy shook his head. I started my car and backed out, both Alex and I waving at each other. As I passed the resort office I reflected on the sign that said “no nudism past this point.” My shorts were on the passenger seat and I figured that I’d slip them on when I got to the locked gate that keeps the general public off of the property. As I turned the last heavily wooded corner before the gate I saw that someone had just driven through and a passenger in that car was standing ready to close the gate behind them. The woman smiled and waved me through so I didn’t bother to stop and put shorts on but simply stayed naked all the way home. I drove nude quite often actually. I liked the freedom. I had done plenty of business at various drive thru windows without a stich of clothing on. Let’s face, nobody could see anything. The car sat pretty high and the windows were tinted at 40% which is almost black. Perhaps the occasional trucker could see down through the sun room but I didn’t really give a fuck either way. I let my brain replay the past couple of hours. One of the things I did was focus on Alex’s body, on what he looked like and what he felt like in my hand and my mouth. In the unlikely event that I never saw him again I wanted the boy etched in my brain. I really loved boys like Alex, boys that had a nice little start into the ordu escort visual aspects of puberty. His pubic moss was a great little patch, still somewhat thin but plenty of curl. It wasn’t anywhere even close to the unruly crop of a bush on a boy a year older. It was maybe 3 inches wide and an inch high. It was just enough to help call attention to his cock which is what science had told us might be one of the purposes of pubic hair. Speaking of cock the boy had an almost perfect one. I love boys whose cock is proportionate to his body. A big cock on a boy tends to take away from the rest of him, likewise a does a tiny cock. The 5 inches of boy flesh hanging off of Alex’s crotch was a work of art as was the smooth sac of eggs that hung beneath it. His balls were the perfect size and hang. None of it could have been improved on in any way. The rest Alex’s physical component was a compliment to his sexual organs. As I said he was slender, his torso well defined by all the right creases and crevices. His waist and pubic bone created the classic V at the bottom end while the shallow valley of his sternum between his pecs and the slight crease beneath the pecs highlighted the top. The center was defined by the continued crease from his chest but also the parenthesis of muscle that outlined his stomach, the separation between internal and external abdominal oblique muscles. Have I mentioned that I thought Alex was perfect? I think I did. All of the physical stuff wouldn’t have mattered much to me if the boy didn’t have at least a half-way decent personality and Alex did. My experience with the young teen so far showed me that he was essentially an innocent boy, a sweet natured and good hearted boy. At this point I hadn’t found anything to dislike about him. I got home with 30 minutes to spare so jumped in the shower then slipped into my black Gi pants, Siu Lum Pai black t-shirt and slippers then opened my kwoon doors. Kwoon was the formal name of a training area for practicing Kung Fu, just as dojo was used for Karate training. My students began showing up, bowing in as they entered and then getting dressed if need be, males headed to the shower area if pants needed changing. We did not use a rank belt regardless of the age of the student or their rank. I impressed heavily the attributes of humility, humbleness, patience and respect. There are others of course but to my way of thinking these are the cornerstones. Once ready they began their stretches each student doing what they needed to prepare themselves for the next 90 minutes and not hanging out chattering like magpies. They could have socialized if they’d wanted to but this particular group were my advanced belts and took martial arts training very seriously indeed. My assistance instructor, a 20 year old named Nelson sounded the gong at 4pm sharp and the students fell in quickly, lining up with the highest ranking student front row far right. Everyone in this group knew their place in the system and as a group were bowing in to Nelson before the reverberating sound of the deep based gong ended. Nelson took the group through a series of stretches and then empty handed forms known as kata’s in the karate world. I wandered through the group evaluating performance and making corrections where needed with students although those were few and far between. As I said, they were an advanced group. I was also evaluating Nelson. A strapping young man, he would be moving soon to another state to finish college and wanted to open a kwoon where he would be living. He wanted me to make sure that I thought he was ready for such a move and would support him with the Tiger Crane administrating board in the United States. Nelson was more than ready and had been for the past year. As I watched the young man I thought back to when I first met him. I had taken Nelson on when he was 11 years old, a rail thin, frail and seemingly frightened and introverted child which wasn’t surprising considering that his single mother was a dragon of a woman. She had tried her domineering attitude with me once, and only once. Like touching a flame, she pulled back quickly, her flesh singed but not damaged. She’d walked softly around me ever since. Nelson responded very well to instruction and to me personally, as many boys and even men tended to do. I became a big brother type of model for him, being old enough to be his father in reality. So it was that he came out to me when he was not quite half way into his 12th year. It had started when he “accidently” touched my crotch, not the first time, after class one rainy Saturday afternoon. His mother was chronically late so I often worked one on one with him after the other students had left. That particular day she had called and said she would be at least another hour. In any case the boy was mortified at being caught out and it was then that he “outed” himself then added the bombshell. “I…I…I think I love you Kurt,” he finally managed to blurt out. “I can’t help it I think about you all the time I even have dreams with you in it I’m so sorry so sorry,” the boy had said in a rush of words. I hugged Nelson to me and just held him and we stayed that way for a good 2 minutes. “I think I’m gay Kurt,” he said then amended it saying, “No, I know that I’m gay. I figured it out some time year ago. I know that I’m just a kid and you’re a man and I know that you’re not gay or anything and even if you were you probably wouldn’t want to do anything about it cuz I’m just a boy but I can still dream about it.” Nelson looked up at me and my heart broke for the boy. As I said, I’d bedded a student or two over the years and most often it was boys like Nelson that were fighting to deal with their sexual orientation, had sometimes developed a crush and then come out to me. “How about we take a shower, I’ll fix us a snack and we can talk,” I told him. The boy nodded his head so I ruffled his hair and we headed out of the kwoon. I’m sure he was curious why we weren’t using the shower in the kwoon. I’d built a bathroom including a dozen lockers and a decent sized shower for guys that had to go to work after training or just sweated a lot. I didn’t provide towels and I didn’t provide a shower for females. I typically didn’t have that many female student The boy grabbed his gym bag and followed me into the master bedroom where I started to remove my t-shirt. “Are we gonna shower together Kurt,” Nelson asked, his still high pitched voice slightly higher than usual. “If you’re okay with that Nelson. It’s just us guys.” Nelson nodded his head and quickly got out of his gi pants and shirt. I had left my jock strap on until the boy was stripped down to reveal that he too was wearing a jock and he seemed to fill it out very nicely for a boy his age. He followed me into the large open bathroom where I got the water going in the equally large shower. That done I peeled my jock off and stepped through the glass door then turned to see a naked Nelson right behind me. The boy was large for his age, easily 6 inches of cock hanging against a set of fully hanging balls. He was cut, he didn’t have a single hair anywhere but on top of his head. I closed the door behind him and we started the process. Nelson stared at my crotch every chance he got and I couldn’t help but notice that he was getting hard so he turned away from me. The boy also had a terrific ass, slender, the globes well-rounded without being a bubble butt. We got through the process quickly enough and when we got out Nelson continue to attempt to hide his erection which, when I caught a quick glimpse, was fully hard. Kid had a nice one. “Are you okay Nelson,” I asked him as I handed him a towel and he nodded his head. “I’m embarrassed cuz I got a boner Kurt,” he said in a very low voice. “It’s okay Nelson. Boys get boners all the time, even men do.” At that point I’d been drying my groin and when I took the towel away Nelson had a clear view of my crotch and slowly rising cock. He was all but shocked. “You’re getting a boner too,” he exclaimed. He pulled his towel up to reveal a good 6 inches of stone hard boy cock, the head and top of the shaft reddened from trapped blood. He was glorious to look at for sure. He asked why that was happening to both of us. I explained that it was a somewhat sexually charged situation, him seeing me naked for the first time and of course that didn’t answer the question about why I was getting hard too. I didn’t mention that Nelson was tall for his age, easily 5’6 to my almost 6 feet so I was almost looking the boy osmaniye escort in the eyes. “Because you’re getting hard Nelson, that’s why. I’m gay too and I knew it when I was your age so seeing you naked and hard makes me hard too.” It took a moment for him to assimilate what I’d said and when he got it the boy melted into my arms and I held him tightly, his cock pressed against my belly. “So you’re not mad at me?” “Not at all and I think you’re very brave to tell me how you feel. Not many boys could do that.” Holding a naked wet boy is exciting as hell but holding one with a hard-on is even more exciting. “So does that mean you’ll teach me about being a gay boy Kurt,” Nelson asked when we separated. “I’ve never done anything with anybody but I want to learn stuff.” I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve heard that story. In answer to his question I dropped to my knees, pulled his hard cock down and put my mouth over it. Nelson gasped as entirely new feelings raged through his virginal body. I put one hand on his tender little butt and the other cupped his hairless balls as I took most of him into my mouth and throat before backing away. I didn’t stay there long, just enough to give him a taste, or to get a taste as the case certainly was. Done, I stood up. “My gosh Kurt that was amazing,” he panted. “I never thought that would feel so good. I want to try it on you.” I suggested that we dry off and go to my bed, which we did. We snuggled up facing each other, hands roaming slowly over each other’s body. I leaned in to kiss the boy and knowing what was coming Nelson tilted his head and just before our lips met he closed his eyes. I kissed him gently and the young cutie moaned softly. When I pulled back I looked into his large hazel colored eyes then gently rubbed his head as if pushing his hair back but since he wore it almost buzzed there wasn’t any movement of it at all. But it felt good just the same. “I think I like kissing,” he said and I told him that we could practice as much as he wanted to. “I want to,” he said, “but for now I really want to try and suck on your cock.” I rolled onto my back and Nelson moved down alongside my waist. “Gosh you got a big one Kurt,” the preteen hottie said as he took hold of my fully engorged cock and held it upright and stroked it a few times. Nelson raised himself up on an elbow then lowered his head toward my swollen cock head and closed his mouth down over it. I felt a little bit of a jolt through my body, caused mostly by the fact that it was the young boys’ first time doing anything like it. That always got me. I watched the cutie, eyes closed, bobbing his head up and down. Of course he couldn’t take a lot of me but that was okay. The head was the most sensitive part. Of course he didn’t last long because his mouth got sore so he stopped but continued to explore me, fondling my balls a little before sliding back up alongside me. I asked what he thought about sucking cock and he grinned and said he loved it. I asked him if he was making sperm yet. “I don’t know; how can you tell.” I was very surprised that a boy his age didn’t know the answer to that either by knowledge or self-exploration and when I asked if he masturbated I got a blank look. I simply took hold of his cock and started jacking him off and got plenty of moans and sighs and more than one oh gosh. I watched his face, saw the expression of the feelings ripping through his virginal body. “It’s starting to tickle Kurt,” he finally blurted out. “I know, stay with it sweetie.” A moment later he cried out and jet of watery sperm shot out and hit his chin. Nelson’s eyes had been closed but popped open when he felt the wet glob hit him. He saw the next burp of almost clear liquid pop out of his swollen cock head and his jaw fell open in awe. Again, I was very surprised at his naivet�. I continued to stroke him but the show was over so I stopped and just fondled his balls for a moment. “What the hell was that,” Nelson said, surprising me with his language. I explained it to him while he wiped his face off then did the usual feel sniff taste test. “Well, I sure liked it; can we do it again?” I laughed and nodded my head. It wouldn’t do but what I had to jack off for the boy so I did and like any other youngling that I’d cum for Nelson was completely shocked at the amount and the power of my ejaculation. Globs of the stuff rained down on my torso splattering everything between my nipples and my belly button. The shuffle of feet brought me back to the present and I watched the students sit respectfully and watch Nelson go through a rather lengthy form in slow motion, similar to Tai Chi. The kid was good there was no doubt about it. His body form was perfect as was his timing. When he was finished he started over and went through it at the speed which it was intended to be done at. That completed I approached the demonstration area and Nelson bowed me in. Despite my being a sifu and Nelson the student, Nelson had the floor and respect demanded that I request to enter the circle. “Sifu Crawford will demonstrate j�n gong zh?; the attacker and I the defender,” Nelson said to the group. Most forms can be practices alone or in pairs which allows both participants to practice both offensive and defensive moves. We bowed to each other and to the group and assumed our positions. It was over in less than 30 seconds and Nelson performed perfectly; as usual. When we finished I pulled 3 students out to work on sword forms using a wooden practice straight sword called shuang jian. 40 minutes later we reassembled into the large group, did some cool down stretches and we bowed them out. Nelson followed me into the house, into my room and into my shower. As I said, he was a strapping young man, his body extremely well defined and muscled albeit but bulky by any means. He still had an ass that was to die for and his cock had topped out slightly larger than my own and was accompanied by a nice fat sac of sperm filled balls. Seeing him naked caused a rush of feeling and memories for he had been an intense lover, still was but not with any regularity. We stopped having sex on a regular basis when Nelson was nearing 16 years old, he having discovered girls. We still hooked up every 2-3 months as much for the relaxed nature of our relationship as the sex. “I’m going to miss you so much Kurt,” he said, melting into my arms and delivering a kiss on the mouth. “I’m hoping you’ll come visit once I open my kwoon; if I open my kwoon.” I assured him that he was pretty much a shoo-in and not to worry then asked if he’d like to stay for dinner. “I’d love to,” he said, arms still resting on my shoulders. “But I want to bed you first, and maybe again after dinner.” My response was to kiss him lightly and lead him by the hand out of the shower. Bill showed up with Alex the next day about 2:30 and the boy beamed when he saw me. Surprisingly he came right up and offered his hand for a shake, as did his grandfather. “This is all he’s talked about since you left yesterday Kurt,” Bill said, ruffling the boys’ hair. “I see you’re in sweats. Does that mean you’re going to participate Alex?” He nodded his head started to say something and his grandfather started to jump in but I held a hand up to stop Bill. “I’m kinda nervous though Kurt.” I explained to him that everyone was nervous at first and went on to explain that when the students lined up the senior most student would be at the front far right and the least experienced student at the very end in the back. It would be a large class so there would be at least 4 lines of 5 students each probably more. “That way new students can watch those with more experience.” That seemed to relax the boy a bit. I showed Alex and Bill around the large open room and of course Alex was impressed with the weapons rack. Other students had been filtering in but unlike the advanced students they tended to do more socialization. A few students came up to say hello and I introduced them to Alex. I always used a student from my more advanced classes to get the group set up and go through stretches and I did so for a variety of reasons not the least of which was as an affirmation of a person’s growth. Generally I used another teen when I was teaching a youth class and there were a variety of reasons for that as well. Today it was Timothy, a 14� year old 3rd level mixed race boy. Timothy, never Tim and definitely not Timmy, was an outgoing, fun loving, gregarious, and highly intelligent boy. Unlike many young teens he wasn’t intimidated ostim escort by adults and interacted easily with them. Timothy also just happened to have an amazingly large dick. I’ll tell you about that in a minute. Timothy got the class limbered and warmed up and I directed him to work with Alex and another new student on the basic stances, blocks and strikes. I led the rest of the class through all of those same things. Martial arts is a lot of repetition and repetition is what we did. After 15 minutes of those moves we began work on forms and I ran them through the 3 more basic of first level forms while Timothy continued with the 2 new students. The hour and a half generally goes by pretty quickly and this wasn’t any different. I ended the session by having Nelson go through an advanced form for the class and I going through a sword set. The purpose was to give them something to strive for, a carrot if you will. Timothy and I bowed them out. Alex went right to Bill while the rest of the students grabbed gym bags and filtered out of the kwoon where their rides waited. I had strict rules about anyone except students coming in once class started and even students were not allowed in beyond the 15 minute grace period. Timothy said he wanted to run through some forms then take a shower and I wandered over once the group had dissipated. Alex was clearly excited and was shaking like a dog shitting razor blades. “That was awesome Kurt; I loved it and that boy that was working with me, I mean us, was so patient and understanding and helpful. I really want to take lessons.” Then to Bill he said, “Please papa, please can I take lessons?” Bill chuckled and asked if he could call me later that evening after he and Alex had a chat and I gave him a time. Alex turned and waved goodbye as they exited the kwoon and I prepared for my next class. Bill called me at eight, on the dot. “Well I believe you have a convert Kurt,” he said with a chuckle. He went on to tell me about Alex’s excitement and enthusiasm which seemed to dwarf how the boy felt the day before. He chattered all the way home then went out onto the patio and started practicing until dinner and went back at it again afterwards. “The question is, how often can he attend classes?” I told him to access my web site but in essence once Alex had the basics down he could attend any but the advanced youth and mixed age classes. At this point he could attend 4 classes per week and after that he could attend a class every day or even multiple times per day. “What about private instruction?” I went on to explain that as well. I started to bring up the financial issues and said that wasn’t particularly important to him. I suggested he and Alex come over when they had free time and I’d fit him with uniform pants, t-shirt and slippers. Bill asked for a time, I gave him one and we hung up. I reflected on how this was going to go. It sounded as though Alex was hot in the biscuit to learn Hung Gar. What I didn’t know, given the boys’ high interest in learning “other” things, was how that was going to happen. I needn’t have fretted about that; it worked itself out quite handily. So…Timothy’s dick. How I found out about it was in response to having noticed the boy seeming to squirm quite bit during a couple of training sessions so I asked him to stay after class one afternoon. I had conducted plenty of talking circles after classes where we all sat on the floor and just talked story about whatever any kid wanted to talk about. It was generally more popular among my youth but not limited to youth by any means. I pointed out to Timothy what I’d seen and asked if he was having a problem of some kind and was there something I could do to help. He dropped his head and mumbled something about underwear. I said I didn’t understand what he said. He asked to go into the bathroom where he quickly untied his Gi bottom and dropped it to reveal a pair of briefs that appeared to be attempting to control a python. “Too small,” I said. The then 13 year old nodded his head and said that he’d told his mom but they didn’t have any extra money at all. I knew that because I’d given the boy a scholarship for lessons shortly after he started because his father had ended up going to prison leaving the family almost destitute. Timothy had the heart and the passion for the art and he’d proven over and over again that giving him a scholarship had been a good decision. “Come with me Timothy I may have a partial solution.” The boy pulled his Gi pants into place into place and tied them off we went into the house and into my bedroom. I pulled a pair of boxers out of a drawer and Timothy shook his head sadly. He let his Gi bottom drop and tugged off his briefs to show me a cock that was way out of proportion for his body size. The thing hung 7 inches at least and the fact that the boy didn’t have any hair to speak of only enhanced the size. His nuts hung low and were of course hairless. “Boxers won’t fit well either,” I stated and he shook his head. I put them back and pulled out a pair of American Eagle light blue trunks with an orange trim, the kind of trunk that had a short inseam and weren’t considered boxer briefs. Timothy held them up to his waist then bent and stepped into them. Maybe it’s just me but I think that a boy stepping into or out of underwear is very erotic and Timothy was no exception to that. Once his legs were through the holes he stood upright and tugged the underwear into place, his fingers pushing his balls around in the process. It looked like it might be tough corralling that cock but he managed then put his hands on his hips facing me. The garment was definitely stretched to the limit but seemed to work. “How is it?” He smiled and said it was much better but still a little snug. “May I…” I asked as I stepped up to him. Timothy nodded his head so I knelt in front of him and put my fingers into the leg holes and of course came into direct contact with his young balls. The boy gasped slightly. I tugged the crotch down a little bit then slid my fingers up along the rim of the leg hole and touched the end of his cock. Now, honestly, I didn’t do any of that as a ploy to touch him. Believe it or not I was seriously just trying to find a solution to his problem. “Better,” I asked and he said kind of. “Let’s try one more thing, okay?” Timothy nodded his head. I stood up and pulled the front of the underwear out to see how his cock was laying in there and made a suggestion about wearing it a little differently. The boy gave me a sort of blank look then said, “Will you do it for me Kurt?” I reached and began manhandling it, or boy handling as the case might be, or not given its size, to try and re-arrange it. I thought that just a mite strange as I was the one reaching in but went ahead with it. In placing my fingers around it to move it in order to reposition it I could feel that he was already starting to thicken and quickly. “Your fingers are warm Kurt,” the brown skinned boy said softly. Since he wasn’t complaining I elected to stay a little longer than was actually necessary, not that any of it was necessary, just saying. When I pulled my hand out and gently set the waistband back in place Timothy was noticeable hard and had lengthened quite a bit. “How’s that?” I managed to ask the question and keep a straight face. “Well look what you started. Now these aren’t going to fit either,” he said in mock frustration. His cock had moved far enough to the left that it was creating a protuberance at the side of his hip. Granted he had slender hips but still. “Well I guess you’re going to have to do something about it,” I told him. “Me,” he replied with a look of surprise. “You started it; I think you should fix it.” That said Timothy tugged the underwear off. He had already discarded his club t-shirt so he stood before me fully naked, at least half hard and stiffening. The kid was impressive. His cock wasn’t that thick really but it was goddamned long, now at least 8 inches with the head peeking out from under its light brown foreskin. “Please,” he said softly. “Maybe you should be naked too Kurt, just in case.” I wasn’t sure what just in case meant but proceeded to take my uniform off while Timothy looked on. He’d taken hold of his raging hard cock and was gently squeezing up and down its length. He grinned hugely when I uncovered my cock which was, like he had been, half hard. “Very nice emei,” he said, referring to the Chinese piercing weapon. “I was thinking the same of you,” I said then I asked him if planned on helping me out in return. Timothy gave that a moment’s thought. “Maybe we could each take care of our own problem,” he said. “Perhaps you could teach me a new move.” The boy said it with a straight face but I could see the mirth dancing in his large hazel eyes.