SMOOTH AS SILK
A man and boy story so the usual warnings and disclaimers apply.
A further warning to potential readers that this is not a story crammed full of explicit details of sexual encounters; it is, or tries to be, an utterly fictional consideration of what might go on in the minds of a fourteen year old boy and a seventy-eight year old man when they are thrown together under a particular, and very unlikely set of circumstances.
If you, the reader, happen to be seventy-eight or fourteen (though, of course, if you are fourteen you shouldn”t be reading this) you can decide how accurate or realistic the protagonists” thoughts are.
If you are somewhere between those two extremes of age and do read on, I hope you both enjoy what you read and also give some consideration to how you would, or would have, thought and behaved in similar circumstances.
Ivor Sukwell
SMOOTH AS SILK
He had to get away, he knew that; even at just fourteen he knew he had to get away, start again, away from the shit he”d got himself into. He hadn”t got as far as sticking a needle in his arm yet, but he would, he knew he would sooner or later, and almost certainly sooner rather than later.
He”d got himself `in with the wrong crowd”, a junior member of a County Line gang, and those people didn”t just let you go. You knew too much, and if you wanted out you”d end up being just another stabbed teenager on a London street.
Luke had been lucky; his parents had cottoned onto what he was doing, well, that part of what he was doing anyway, and had the sense not to go straight to the Law, knowing that to do that amounted to a death sentence for him. Grandfather Shawn had come up with an idea, an idea that would get him away and keep him alive as well, and, if he wanted to keep breathing, Luke had no alternative but to agree.
Living in the south of Spain? Yeah, Luke could cope with that. Living with some old guy in his late seventies? Luke was less certain about the appeal of that. That was really getting away from everything, and there were some things Luke was less keen on getting away from than others.
Grandfather Shawn had known the old guy since he was a kid and said Luke would find him okay, and Luke knew his grandfather was into some pretty weird shit himself, so possibly it might not be too bad.
Getting out to Spain had been a bit of an adventure; he had to depart unnoticed and was practically smuggled away, Grandfather driving up from Bristol and arriving at three in the morning and leaving at half-past with Luke hidden under a blanket on the back seat till they were out on the M4. It was vital that the gang got no reports of his disappearance, and that was why he flew from Bristol and not from a London airport.
He got a few looks at the airport, but they were safe looks, looks that had nothing to do with him being a teenage boy escaping from a drug gang and everything to do with him being a more than passably good-looking, fair-haired, blue-eyed, five feet four inches tall, slim but solid teenage boy wearing lemon Bermuda shorts and a crisp white tee in the company of a man old enough to be his grandfather, which he was, and looking every inch the sort of boy an older man would take on holiday if he had the chance.
Luke enjoyed those looks; the ones that said `Wouldn”t mind taking that away for a bit”, the ones that proclaimed jealousy that he wasn”t part of their holiday baggage and the ones that oozed disapproval at the sight of an attractive teenage boy being accompanied by an older man and not a protecting mother in sight.
“They think you”re taking me off for a week”s secret shagging,” Luke whispered to Grandfather Shawn, flicking his eyes at a couple of clearly disapproving people.
“She is,” Grandfather Shawn whispered back, “He”s just wishing he was taking you to Spain and not her.”
“Can”t say I blame him,” Luke shrugged, “He”d have more fun.”
“Have more fun with a camel,” Grandfather Shawn said, making Luke snigger.
Luke wondered if there were any camels where he was going – living with a guy in his late seventies, he might find himself in need of a camel!
David Lucas” first thought on setting eyes on Luke was that he wished he had laid in a lorry load of Viagra, but even as he thought that he knew it was merely an exercise in fantasy. One of life”s little ironies, dropping a tasty fourteen on his lap when he could no longer remember what having an erection felt like.
He hadn”t been an exactly enthusiastic volunteer when Shawn mailed him about a grandson in need; he”d got too settled in his little ways and he”d have to change them if he had someone else in the house. Shawn had talked him into it of course. Shawn knew he had a weakness for boys, knew that if he”d been twenty years younger he”d have grabbed at the chance of having a boy around to seduce.
“He”s in trouble, Dad, real trouble,” Shawn had said on the phone. Shawn always called him `Dad”, had done ever since he”d got Shawn”s ten-year-old mouth to open for cock almost half a century ago, “You have to help him.”
David Lucas had a history of helping boys in trouble, helped them through their problems, helped several of them to have orgasms, several but not all; he liked boys and helped boys because they were boys, even the ones who had unsuckable cocks.
“Luke”s a good kid really, Dad,” Shawn said after he”d helped the boy lug two well-filled suitcases into Lucas” house, “Just made a mistake, that”s all.”
“So now he has to spend a bit of time in the Spanish sun,” Lucas made clear without saying that whatever the mistake was made no difference, was none of his business, “There are worse things to have to do.”
“Passport, birth certificate, NI card, medical card,” Shawn laid the items on a table. “Luke”s here with full parental knowledge and consent. He”s not in trouble with the Law, not yet, anyway, and he”s not on the Social”s books, so no-one official is looking for him.”
“Expecting to be here for more than a week,” Lucas fingered the items Shawn had put on the table.
“Maybe sometime more, Dad,” Shawn said meaningfully.
A puzzled frown creased Luke”s forehead, why, he wondered, was Grandfather Shawn calling this old guy `Dad”? As far as he knew, Luke didn”t have a living Great Grandfather, though the guy was certainly old enough to be one, and why wasn”t the old man more curious? Why wasn”t he asking just what it was that made it so urgent for Luke to be here?
“As long as it takes, Shawn,” Lucas was saying, “Anything in particular I need to look out for?”
“Shouldn”t think so. He ought to be safe enough here. And you, Luke,” Shawn turned to the boy and gave him a long, hard stare, “Stay low and quiet.”
Luke nodded; it was an instruction he didn”t need.
Lucas noted the interaction; he might be seventy-eight with a non-working cock, but there was nothing wrong with his mind. Something didn”t click. Luke was obviously not just another teenager whose activities didn”t fit with parental expectations and in need of a break so dust could settle. Whatever trouble Luke was in, it was real trouble, but not trouble that involved the police – not yet, anyway.
Luke sat in the recliner chair on his balcony. His balcony. He had his own balcony. Just open up the sliding glass doors in his bedroom and he was out on the balcony. Incredible. Like some super posh hotel. Had his own bathroom as well.
Private as well. A big wall on the left so the place next door was invisible and the shape of the house meant his balcony could not be seen from either of the balconies of the other two bedrooms. He could come out here starkers and no-one would know. He would as well. The old guy, who he was to call `David”, had said it was `naked weather now”, that”s what he”d called it, `naked weather”. Naked weather till at least mid-October, far too hot in the summer for any clothes unless you had to put something on to go out or if someone called round. `And skinny dip in the pool if you want. I always do”, David had said.
Luke had never had a swim in the nude and really fancied giving it a go. Have to wait till David was out, though, he thought as he rolled himself a skinny fag, might not be good if David saw him naked.
The old guy, David, was a bit of a mystery, not at all what Luke had been expecting. He didn”t really know what he”d been expecting, some wrinkled old fart with stone-age ideas of how to treat teenagers probably, but he actually seemed quite decent.
`If you smoke, feel free downstairs or outside”, he said when he laid down the `House Rules”. `Not in your bedroom, though. Use the balcony. You”ll soon get used to it, but here we live more outside than in”.
The other `House Rules” had been pretty simple. Don”t overdo the booze, and no drugs. Well, there was no danger now of drugs, was there! Well, not the hard stuff anyway, and probably not the other, either. He wouldn”t have a clue where to lay his hands on any green, and didn”t have the cash to buy any even if he did.
That had been it. Apart from the naked bit. Course, the old guy hadn”t actually said `wander around starkers”, but he had said that in summer he usually found shorts more than he wanted to wear and usually didn”t.
And what was it with Grandfather Shawn calling David, `Dad”? That was something to be investigated. David Lucas wasn”t Grandfather Shawn”s real dad, that was for sure. Even Luke”s parents hadn”t known of David”s existence; they”d said his Grandfather had arranged for Luke to go to an `old friend”, and they wouldn”t have said that if they knew David was his Great Grandfather.
Luke sucked on his skinny roll-up and watched the smoke curl in the warm air. He smoked from habit really, he didn”t inhale, didn”t inhale even when he had some green to put in his roll-up. He liked the taste of weed, liked getting gently high but he didn”t go much on coughing his lungs up for twenty minutes at a time like he did when he had inhaled properly. He wished he had some weed now even though weed was partly the cause of him having to be here now.
Luke had got his weed from an older boy, a lad of eighteen who had been at the same school as Luke and doing `A” Levels and they”d got to be friends and after a bit Luke hadn”t needed money to get his weed.
It had all taken off from there; a day out with his mate who had to deliver some stuff for people he knew, and then Luke learning he could earn some decent cash by doing deliveries himself and, of course, Luke soon sussing out what it was that he was delivering and there was pressure from his mate to try some of it because it was far better than weed.
Luke, even at only just fourteen, had enough sense not to fall for that; he was, like any other boy his age, up for a bit of fun and a laugh, but there was no fun or laughs in doing hard drugs and he wanted out. His mate had made it very clear that wanting out was not a healthy option, kids got stabbed all the time for no apparent reason and getting stabbed was very unhealthy indeed.
Grandfather Shawn had been ace when Luke, in some desperation, had told him of his predicament; Grandfather Shawn was known to have had a colourful past and a fairly unconventional present, though Luke knew none of the colours or details. Luke had left out the bit about how he got his weed without paying for it in the first place; he knew his Grandfather would tell his parents and they”d be shocked and horrified at him running drugs, but they”d rally round and find a way out for him, but the other thing? He wasn”t at all sure they”d be so understanding and helpful about that!
David used the third bedroom in his house as a study; it did have a single bed in there that David occasionally flopped on for a siesta, but its main use was to be a home for David”s old imac and to be a convenient place to shelve stuff like receipted bills and tax records.
The imac sat on a desk, a large, 23 inch screen that Luke, being fourteen, thought would be perfect for watching porn. He did have his own tablet, but David had asked him not to connect it to the internet yet, asked him, not told him, and because he”d been asked and not told, Luke hadn”t connected it.
He knew he had to stay offline, keep away from all the social media sites he”d used, not make any contact with friends. He”d be traced in an instant if he did anything as stupid as that, but he did fancy watching a bit of porn now and again and David had no objections to him using the imac.
Not that he could use it for very much; the operating system was so out of date that all the social media sites didn”t support it, and nor did most of the decent porn ones, but it was a computer and, being fourteen, Luke played around on it.
David was obviously either not at all computer savvy, or didn”t see any reason to be particularly careful and his browsing history was undeleted, and Luke found that to be quite interesting. Not much in the way of porn, but what there was perked Luke”s interest and gave him reason to look at a photograph on the desk with some curiosity.
A young boy – eight, nine, ten at the most – wearing incredibly short shorts perched on a garden climbing frame and smiling at the camera. Nothing particularly unusual, especially in a family photograph, but was it a family photograph?
The boy was clearly a very young Grandfather Shawn, and why, Luke wondered, would David have a photo of Grandfather Shawn as a young boy on his desk? David was not, Luke was absolutely certain, Grandfather Shawn”s parent, yet Grandfather called David `Dad” and David had a picture of him on his desk. There might be a perfectly innocent, if a bit obscure, reason, of course, but considering the browsing history Luke had uncovered, there could be a rather less innocent reason as well.
David thought he”d restrained himself remarkably well in the week Luke had been there. He hated wearing anything in the summer, or in the winter come to that; he”d had gas central heating installed – a thing unheard of where he lived and he”d had to bring a friend of a friend over from England to put it in because none of the locals had a clue – but he”d clamped down on his nudist tendencies as Luke hadn”t taken the hints about going around without anything on, and at seventy-eight, David didn”t think he”d be a naked sight Luke would appreciate.
It couldn”t last; when June became July and the temperature thought about reaching forty celcius, Luke was going to have to put up with it or keep his eyes shut all the time. He liked the boy, liked having him around, but not so much as to stop him from enjoying the summer air properly.
“People aren”t as uptight here as they are in England,” he said to the boy as they sat outside after finishing the paella David had cooked.
Luke had to agree with that; it was impossible to imagine sitting outside in the evening wearing nothing but shorts and puffing on a rolly with a half-finished glass of red wine, anywhere in England.
It wasn”t much of an opening, but Luke took it anyway, perhaps helped by the fact that the glass of wine was not his first.
“Why you got a photo of Grandad as a boy on your desk?” he asked, Ribera dulling inhibition.
“Long story,” David lit a cigar as a hopeful distraction.
“Got all evening,” Luke insisted.
David sighed. He”d known from the moment he saw Luke”s puzzled frown when Shawn called him `Dad” that he”d be asked this question at some point, though, to be truthful, he”d forgotten all about the photograph being where it was.
“Not sure if it”s a story you”d want to hear,” he said to the two citronella candles burning to keep the mozzies away.
“Try me.”
David puffed cigar smoke towards the candles.
“Did you help Grandad like you”re doing for me?” Luke asked.
“Not quite the same. But in a way, yes.”
“Okay. So Grandad was in some sort of trouble when he was a boy?”
“He was what you might call an unwanted child,” David said to the candles.
“And you looked after him?”
“Yes.”
“Is that why he called you `Dad”?
“Yes.”
An owl hooted somewhere out amongst the pine trees.
David and Luke both blew smoke towards the citronella candles.
Luke connected the computer history with the photograph.
David guessed Luke was making that connection, or something like it.
“Did you? Were you?” Luke asked. If they had, then his Grandfather had sent him to live with a man ankara yeni escort he knew had a bit of a thing for boys!
“Some things, perhaps, Luke, you don”t want to know about,” David drained his glass and refilled it.
This was weird. Luke was a boy of fourteen and he was quizzing a man in his seventies about stuff? It ought to be the other way round; David should be trying to prize secrets out of Luke, not him doing the inquisition.
“Let”s say I do. Let”s say they matter. Let”s say it might be better if I knew rather than worked it out for myself and got it wrong.” Luke surprised himself by saying that; it was the sort of thing his parents could have said to him.
“I”d say it seems like you”ve already worked something out, or think you have.”
“So tell me if I”m right or wrong.”
“And if you”re right?”
“Then I”m right and I don”t have to worry about things in case I”m right.”
“You may not like what you hear, Luke.”
“Try me. And if you do, I”ll tell you why I”m here. All of it,” Luke added as a bribe.
“Shawn, as I said, was an unwanted child and I fostered him when he was nine. He was ten when that photo was taken.”
“And?” Luke prompted, “I”ve seen your browsing history.”
“I should have thought of that,” David sighed, “Not surprising, I suppose, that you”re curious.”
“So?”
“So by the time that photo was taken your Grandfather knew how to suck cock,” David said bluntly.
Luke”s eyes widened, partly in surprise and partly in something else.
“Grandad was sucking you off when he was ten?”
“Yes.”
“Wow!”
“That”s it? Just `Wow”? No shock and horror? No `you disgusting and filthy old man”? Just `Wow”?”
“Just `Wow”,” Luke actually grinned, “Still friends, aren”t you? My Grandad thinks it was okay for him to get me to live with you cos it”s somewhere safe for me, knowing you like sucking boys” cocks. Can”t have done him any harm if he thinks that, can it?”
“And now you know I liked sucking boys” cocks when I was younger and could get boys” cocks to suck.”
“So what?” Luke shrugged, “Now I know you ain”t some weird old dork, don”t I? I can live with that. Did you, well, like, you know, do more than suck?”
“I think that”s straying from the subject of your Grandfather,” David said, thinking enough knowledge was enough.
“Not really. Like if you did with Grandad, then that”d be super wow. An” if you did with other boys then that would be seriously wicked.”
“Dirty minded little bugger, aren”t you,” David was forced to grin.
“Fourteen, ain”t I? What you expect?”
“To be honest, it”s so long since I had anything to do with a boy or boys of fourteen I have really no idea what to expect,” David poured a third glass and put a little more in the one Luke held out.
“Got one you got to get to know now,” Luke grinned, and it wasn”t just the intake of wine that made him grin. “So did you or didn”t you?”
“When the opportunity arose, I did,” David confessed.
“With Grandad?”
“Not when he was ten.”
“When?”
“When he was thirteen.”
“Lucky Grandad,” Luke giggled, the wine playing its part in the giggle.
“Lucky me,” David sighed, thinking of times now long past.
“My turn now, I spose,” Luke said, “Tell you why you got lumbered with me.”
He did. Everything. Including the bit he”d left out when he told his Grandfather of his problem.
The locals often had what they called a `second breakfast” at sometime around eleven; David and Luke had their first breakfast in the early afternoon.
They”d talked until they were too tired to talk anymore, clambering into their beds not long before dawn.
David jumped into the pool around one, naked as he always was when alone and not even thinking that Luke maybe awake and on his balcony where he had a full and unobstructed view of the pool. He stayed naked while he had his first coffee of the day, still believing Luke to be asleep but not really caring if he wasn”t.
`Twenty years younger”, he thought as he sipped strong black espresso, `Twenty years younger and I wouldn”t have stopped till I seduced you”. It was, David thought, a pretty safe bet that he would have been able to seduce Luke. The boy, in his revelations, hadn”t explicitly stated that he wasn”t a virgin and David hadn”t pressed for details, but from what he had said it was a reasonable conclusion to draw.
Oh, yes, he”d have had a go at seducing Luke alright, twenty years ago. But now? He was well past the age of boy-seducing, and even if he tried, what boy would want to be seduced by a man who couldn”t get a hard-on? Life had a wicked sense of humour, presenting him with an attractive boy of fourteen who admitted to knowing why he had a cock, when he was too old to be able to get near that cock.
He would like to see Luke without clothes on, though. His own cock might not work anymore but there was nothing wrong with his eyes and his thoughts. Nothing wrong with his mouth, either. Wouldn”t even need to take his false teeth out; not that he could, they were implants so they had to stay where they were, he permitted himself a touch of gallows humour.
Luke wasn”t asleep. Despite the super-late night he”d woken around twelve and it was already pretty hot. Maybe not hot as far as southern Spain was concerned, but hot for a London boy. He rolled out of bed, not having to push any covers out the way first – they”d been shoved off sometime in his sleep, the night being far too warm even for a sheet – and wandered out onto his balcony, savouring the still-just-morning air on his body. On all of his body.
He”d reached for his shorts, but then thought, `fuck it”, and wandered out naked, relishing the wickedness of being stark naked in the open air; not something he could have done in London.
It felt good, being naked; not naked for any reason or purpose like for a shower or going to bed, just naked in order to be naked. And because that was the only reason for being naked he felt more naked as warm air reached places air did not usually reach.
He felt the air on his cock and balls, actually felt it. Strange. You never felt air on your face or hands, so why should you be able to feel it on your balls? Not only that, he was really aware that he had a cock and balls. Normally, Luke thought, you forgot about them when they were covered up and hidden away, unless they got sweaty or your cock grew a bone, but like this, outside in the open air, you couldn”t forget about them. Not because you were worried someone might see them, see bits that weren”t supposed to be seen, and not because you were thinking about sex either.
No wonder, Luke thought, some people are nudists if this is what it feels like to be naked out in the open air.
He heard the splash as David jumped in the pool and he knew David would be naked. He resisted the temptation to take a peek at a naked David, was he at all interested in what David looked like naked? Luke didn”t think so. David was old. That would be the only downer to being a nudist –the old people would be nude as well. Luke had an image of old, wrinkly, hairy men and equally hairy old fat ones, shrivelled cocks almost concealed by grey pubic forests; and even worse than that, old women with empty dangling tits and disgusting fur covered minges.
He shuddered at the mere thought.
To be fair, even though David was ancient he wasn”t shrivelled and wrinkly. He was definitely overloaded around the stomach but he wasn”t hairy. Luke had seen David wearing nothing but shorts for over a week now and he wasn”t at all hairy; a very few wisps on his chest but almost nothing on his legs, and from what Luke had seen they were pretty good legs, especially for someone who was sixty-four years older than Luke was.
Did David have a shrivelled up cock, almost hidden in a grey forest? Did cocks shrivel when they aged? Luke had no idea. He looked down at his own, four or so soft inches dangling over nice full balls. Not at all a bad cock, even if he did say so himself, and no hint of any forest to hide it, either.
Had Grandfather Shawn”s cock been as nice as this when he was Luke”s age and having it wanked and sucked by David? `You”d like to get your mouth round this, wouldn”t you?” Luke said to David in his mind, and wondered if his Grandfather had kept himself smooth as silk as Luke did.
What would David think if he did see Luke naked? Would he be shocked to see that Luke was smooth? Would he think that Luke was gay? Not just gay, but availably gay because he shaved off his pubes? Not just his pubes, either. His legs as well. Not that there was anything much to shave off his legs, he only had to do it once a week or so, not like his pubes that needed doing almost every day, but Luke liked being properly smooth though he had no real idea why that was, it just felt nice.
Idly he ran a hand over his soft cock and balls, checking to see if he needed a shave this morning, well, afternoon now.
Was Luke gay? He had no idea. Sure, the only sex he”d had so far was gay, though he hadn”t actually thought of it as gay when he was doing it. It had just been sex, nothing else. He”d been almost fourteen and Mark, that older boy who”d got him involved in the drug thing, had said if he didn”t have the cash for his weed there was another way he could pay for it and Luke didn”t have any cash.
He”d enjoyed it though, couldn”t pretend to himself that he didn”t enjoy it, even though it had hurt like hell when Mark fucked him the first few times.
Was he gay because he”d been fucked? Was Grandfather Shawn gay? He”d been fucked as a kid, fucked by David, but he”d gone on and done some fucking himself, hadn”t he, wouldn”t be Luke”s Grandfather if he hadn”t.
Getting fucked didn”t make you gay, then, did it. What about liking being fucked? Grandfather Shawn must have liked it, he still called David `Dad” and he wouldn”t do that if he hadn”t liked it, wouldn”t have stayed knowing David all those years, certainly wouldn”t have arranged for Luke to come here and live with David if he hadn”t liked getting fucked.
What was he doing thinking stuff like this anyway? He wasn”t going to get fucked, not here. He didn”t know anyone, except David, and he was far too old to go fucking anyone, except perhaps in his dreams. Luke didn”t have a clue about about how old you had to be before you gave up fucking, but however old it was, David was certainly that old.
So why worry about it? Wasn”t really worrying about that, was he, Luke told himself as he made a thin roll-up. That had all come up because he wanted to do what David was doing now, skinny dip in the pool. Only thing stopping him was that David would see him naked. And there wasn”t anything really wrong about that. He didn”t mind David seeing everything he”d got; perhaps he even owed it to the old man, let him have something to look at in return for letting him be here.
Just that David would see just how naked he was, smooth as silk naked, and might think he was some sort of weirdo pervert, shaving off his pubes.
Almost reluctantly, Luke went back inside and pulled on his shorts to go down for breakfast. They were fashionable shorts, shorts that reached right down to the knee. Perhaps, Luke thought, he should try to get hold of some shorter ones, ones that at least showed off a bit of leg, give David something to look at, at least. Might even be able to find some short and loose ones, ones where the leg would hang open and let David get a bit of a glimpse up inside. He”d be able to let him see a bit of his cock that way, `accidentally” of course, without him seeing enough to know Luke shaved.
Trouble was, Luke sighed, he didn”t have any money, so he couldn”t go and buy any shorts.
David had a letter from Shawn, electronic communication, though much faster was unsafe, could be easily traced, but even the letter was not explicit, a lot of rambling nonsense really, stuff like `there”s a lot of wasps around at the moment. You got them as well?”
“Seems like you”ve been missed,” David said, passing the letter over to Luke who went a shade pale. “Nothing to worry about, though, they”re just buzzing about aimlessly.”
“Could they trace me here?”
“Possible, but very unlikely. And even if they did they wouldn”t be able to do much about it. Kids don”t get stabbed in the streets in Spanish villages.”
“Could kidnap me.”
“Not if you don”t go out on your own, which you won”t if we hear of any wasps buzzing around.”
“But would we hear of them? How will we know if any of them come here?”
`We”ll know.” David passed Luke the envelope Shawn”s letter had come in, “Even if they somehow got hold of the address, wouldn”t do them a lot of good.”
The address gave the village and street name and `Buzon 47″, no name, no house number.
“They”d have to ask at security, and the guard will phone the Guardia. They”d never get anywhere near you.”
“Why would he do that? Phone the law just because someone is trying to find where you live?”
“Because I”ve told them to,” David sighed, “I may be ancient, but I”m not senile.”
“But don”t they want to know why?” Luke was sure something like that could never happen where he”d lived in London, but then, this was nothing like London.
“They already know why. Oh, not the real `why”,” David waved away the look of concern that appeared on Luke”s face, “You may have noticed that this is a pretty small place, you can”t go anywhere without people you”ve never seen before saying `Hello”, so don”t imagine for one second that you being here isn”t known by everyone in the urbanisation, and probably by at least half of the village as well. It won”t have taken them long to work out that you”re not here on holiday, schools haven”t stopped for the summer yet, and even if they had, what teenage boy would want to spend a holiday with someone as old as me?”
“Probably had some ideas,” Luke muttered, thinking the teenage boy obvious.
“Those as well,” David grinned, knowing exactly the sort of thing that had occurred to Luke, “So I set their minds at rest, told a few people that you got into a spot of bother back home and it was best if you got away while things cooled down. You”re the grandson of an old friend, which is true, so we don”t have to remember a cover story, and I told Security to call the Police if anyone comes looking for you, so obviously whatever it was you did can”t be anything the law might want you for.”
“Would be, though wouldn”t it,” Luke couldn”t resist a little grin, guessing the sort of trouble David was referring to, “I ain”t sixteen.”
“True, but Spain, this bit of it anyway, is a shade more liberal-minded than England. Only about five years ago the age of consent was upped to sixteen, and a lot of people here still live in the past.”
“You what?” Luke immediately forgot all about his health problems, sex was far more interesting. “What was it before?”
“Thirteen,” David said nonchalantly, “Upping it to sixteen wasn”t widely popular.”
“Wicked!” Luke sniggered, “So if you”d shagged Grandad out here it would have been legal. Wicked.”
“And no less enjoyable for that,” David grinned.
“Dirty old sod,” Luke sniggered again. David was ancient, no messing there, but he didn”t act ancient, seemed quite happy to talk a bit dirty sometimes. “So, if people here thought you were shagging me, they wouldn”t run to the cops?”
“More likely to give me a medal for still being able to,” David laughed.
“That is sooooo evil,” Luke”s face split into a happy smile as he imagined a village ceremony with a medal being awarded by the mayor to David for shagging a boy of fourteen, but the grin faded, replaced by a much more serious expression, as thinking that brought him back to the present.
“You think I”m gay?” he blurted, unable to think of any more subtle way of getting to say what he felt he just had to say.
That did take David by surprise, but being an old and very experienced man, he kept his composure and just quietly asked Luke why he should think that.
“Told you about Mark, ain”t I,” Luke tried not to blush, “And I knows you is, so I just thought, well, you know.”
“That because you played around with an older boy you must be interested in cock instead of fanny?” David gave Luke a rather soft smile, “That was probably nothing more than being fourteen, having full balls and wanting to experiment.”
“Did quite a bit of experimenting,” Luke muttered to the table.
“And I hope you enjoyed it,” David yenimahalle escort said, and Luke knew he really meant that.
“Did.”
“Good for you,” David encouraged, “But don”t go sticking a label on yourself just because you had a bit of fun.”
“Haven”t. Wouldn”t know what to put on it,” Luke told the table.
“Good. So what”s brought this on? I”m going to guess it”s not an `all of a sudden” thing, is it?”
“No.” Luke shook his head, “Been thinking.”
“Want to share?” Luke obviously did want to share; he”d never have raised the subject if he didn”t. But never rush a boy, David had far too much boy experience to know never to rush.
“Scared you”ll laugh at me,” Luke”s voice just above a whisper.
“Never. I don”t laugh at boys.”
“Even at ones who shave off their pubes?” Luke demanded, suddenly fierce and defensive.
“Especially at ones who shave off their pubes,” David instantly understood that Luke”s reluctance to go skinny-dipping wasn”t simply standard teenage modesty. “That is, of course, if the boy isn”t shocked and horrified that an old man does the same.”
It took a few moments for Luke to comprehend what he”d heard, and when comprehension did dawn he slowly lifted his head to look David in the eye.
“You don”t, do you?” Luke said slowly, attempting to overcome disbelief.
“Since I was your age. Was a bit awkward at first when we had showers at school, but on the other hand it did get me several cocks I never dreamed I was in with a chance of getting,” David reminisced.
“We don”t have showers.”
“Too much danger of you getting raped, I suppose, all that naked boy flesh drive teachers wild with lust.”
A smile creased Luke”s face again, David deffo was not like a normal adult. Normal adults didn”t say things like that.
“Funny bugger,” he grinned, and then turned serious again. “You don”t think I”m some sort of perv, then, for shaving, like?”
“You may well be some sort of perv for all I know. Can”t say I”ve seen any signs of that, though.”
“Oh yeah? Thanks,” Luke managed a touch of sarcasm, “Been watching out for some, have you?”
“Been using a magnifying glass, but unfortunately, all I”ve found is a normal teenage boy who”s a touch embarrassed about going skinny dipping. Which, being a normal teenage boy, he probably really wants to do.”
“Told you why,” Luke blushed again, and even though he found it difficult to do, he carried on with his revelations. “Might think a bit different if you knew what I”d been thinking.”
“And what have you been thinking? Going to tell me?”
“That I know you”re gay an” you go for boys. Or used to, anyway.”
“Won”t deny that.”
“So you probly wish you could get a look at me cock, if not more than just a look.”
“Won”t deny that, either.”
“Thing is,” and this was the really difficult bit, “I sorta wants to let you have a look, but I can”t just flop it out for you, cos that”d be saying something different, saying, I”m gay an” you can get at it if you wants, an” I dunno if I am gay, an” I don”t mind you wanting to see it, or even wanting to get at it. I just don”t know if I wants that. Oh, fuck! Look,” Luke had got started now and wasn”t going to stop, he had to say what was in his mind. He was going to be living with David for God knows how long, and he knew he couldn”t do that with this thing all wrapped up and secret.
“I been thinking of trying to get some shorter shorts. Shorts what is wide an” loose, like so you could get a look up them, see me cock, well, see it a bit anyway, so I could let you have a look, cos I knows I gotta do that. Ain”t at all fair if I don”t, not with you looking out for me an” liking boys like what you does.”
Time has no meaning when the universe stops and it had ground to a halt just after David showed Luke Shawn”s letter. To old man and teenage boy it seemed as though they had been talking non-stop, words flowing relentlessly one after the other. In the other, still moving universe there had been pauses; short ones where the right words were searched for, long, even very long unnoticed ones while thoughts were gathered and decisions made.
“You don”t have to feel like that,” David said after one very long pause, “I”m very proud of you for saying those things, proud because it must have taken all the courage you”ve got to say them, say them to anyone, let alone an old man. Of course I”d love to see you naked, look at your cock, wish I was younger and could get at it, suck it. But that”s just wishful thinking.”
David punctuated his soul baring by making coffee, the noise of the bean grinder a welcome distraction from the silence. He served it espresso style – Luke had got used to the strong, black liquid – and added a dash of brandy to his own and after a short pause, some to Luke”s as well.
“When Shawn asked me to take you, I wondered how I was going to cope, imagined something like this happening. I”m set in my ways, didn”t want to have to change them. I spent my time naked, I like being naked, and I thought that at some point I was going to forget there was a boy in the house, forget to not be naked, and present him with a sight he had no wish to see.”
David sipped his coffee, felt the warmth of the brandy, felt it give him strength to continue.
“I knew that at some point the boy would discover my liking for boys. Boys are inquisitive creatures and however hard I tried to conceal, I knew I”d not succeed. He might be, I thought, an attractive boy – he is an attractive boy – and just by looking at him, or trying not to look at him, he”d know I thought he was attractive. How was he going to react then, knowing I liked boys and found him attractive? When, he”d be wondering, was I going to demand his cock? I”d be providing him with safety, I must want him to pay for that with his cock. And of course, I would. I would want his cock and what boy is going to want an old man getting at his cock? He”d have escaped one danger only to land in a different one. It would fuck his mind.”
David emptied his coffee cup, relished the brandy glow.
“So I said `No” to Shawn, no I did not want to disturb my comfortable if somewhat meaningless existence, I did not want to have the pressure of trying to conceal my liking for boys, and I did not want to fuck up a boy”s mind.”
“So what changed your mind? Why did you say `Yes”?” Luke asked what he had to ask. Life wasn”t just weird, it was super weird. Here he was, trying his best to find a way to let David see what he wanted to see but without actually showing it to him because that might mean he wanted David to do more than just see it and Luke didn”t think he wanted that.
He quite liked it that David wanted to see it, thought he was something worth looking at naked. That made him feel good in an odd way. Made him feel safe as well that David hadn”t asked to see his cock, though he obviously craved to see it.
“Because Shawn told me the nature of the trouble you were in,” David said simply, “And then I couldn”t say `No” anymore.”
Hard for Luke”s fourteen-year-old brain to work out. David liked boys so he didn”t want to take Luke because he was a boy. That shouldn”t make sense, but it did. Luke wasn”t at all sure what he wanted to do with his cock and didn”t want to show it off to David, but he wanted David to see it because David wanted to see it and was trying not to want that.
Why was life so complicated?
Luke stretched out on his balcony recliner, working on his all-over, really all-over, tan in the morning sun. His right hand was idly playing with his not-quite softness, nothing serious – he could do that any time. That was one of the things he really liked about living with David, he could attend to his teenage needs any time he wanted, David not even seeming to notice if he disappeared for thirty minutes or so, never even embarrassing him with a look or grin.
No, this wasn”t one of those times; it was no more than a gentle feel around, part of enjoying being naked in the open air. Luke had got to like the feeling of freedom that being naked gave him; it was somehow as though by being naked he could be himself, not hide anything, and not just have to pretend to himself that he didn”t have a cock and really liked having a cock.
He still hadn”t let David see it, but he was getting there. David had taken him to the Chinese shop in the village and he”d got just the shorts he was looking for – mid-thigh length and loose around the legs – nice, thin red cotton that looked good against his slowly tanning skin. They”d had a mesh inside but he”d cut that out so he could hang free, but he hadn”t let David get a look up inside yet. He would, but not yet.
It was weird, wasn”t it, he thought as he gently teased his foreskin, that it always came back to cock? He hadn”t come out here naked to think about cock, and he wasn”t thinking about cock because he was idly playing with his own. He”d come out to enjoy the soft morning air and sun before it got too hot to bask in and cock thoughts had just appeared in his mind.
He reckoned he had a pretty nice cock, David would probably think it was nice as well, and it would be good, knowing that David thought he had a nice cock. David must have seen loads of boys” cocks, so it would be something if David thought he had a nice one.
So why didn”t he let David see it? `I don”t fucking know”, he sighed to himself. Would he have let it be seen if David had been, say, thirty-eight instead of seventy-eight? Probably, he admitted to himself. Hadn”t had any worries about Mark seeing it, and doing a lot more than just see it, a great deal more than just see it. But Mark had been eighteen, let alone thirty-eight, so that was different. Wasn”t it?
What difference did it make how old the guy was who was getting a look at it? Still just a look, wasn”t it? No harm in having it looked at, was there?
Trouble was, he”d told David about letting him have a look up under his shorts, so when, if, he did, David would know it wasn”t accidental, know Luke was letting him see, so Luke might just as well drop his shorts, show off everything, let David see him properly naked, smooth as silk naked, because he wanted to, didn”t he?
Fuck it, he didn”t know if he did or not, but if he didn”t, why did he keep thinking about it? Why was he thinking about cock at all? Why did he think about stupid things like what sort of cock did David like best? What the fuck did it matter what sort of cocks David liked?
`Because you want him to like yours”, his head told him, and yeah, okay, his head was telling him the truth, he did want David to think he had a nice cock, because David had seen a lot of boys” cocks and if he thought Luke had a nice one then it would be true, he did have a nice one and it would be good to know that. So why the fuck wasn”t he letting David see it?
`Because you don”t want him to think you”ve got a nice cock”, Luke”s head told him, `you want him to think it”s a nice cock because it”s your cock”.
“Oh, shit!” Luke actually said out loud, though there were only some salamanders around to hear him, “I want him to fancy me!”
David did his usual morning lengths; they weren”t what may be described as `swimmer”s lengths”, more like lazy splashes from one end of his pool to the other. He had no foolish `keep fit, keep in shape” notions or ambitions, he simply liked sploshing around in the almost tepid water for twenty minutes or so, going under the pool shower to wash off the salt and flopping down on the lounger to dry off in the morning sun.
He glanced up towards Luke”s balcony, the boy, as always was not in sight, was probably, like David, flopped out in the pre-breakfast sun.
He”d be naked, David was sure about that. The boy always wore his shorts when he made an appearance, the new red ones that showed off more of his thighs, and David always got the impression that Luke wished he could shed them, but his inhibitions kept them firmly in place.
David, as he did every morning, most afternoons and evenings and every night, wondered what Luke looked like naked, what visual delight would be presented by his slender adolescent body, his smooth as silk skin.
Luke said he shaved and David knew he”d make a proper job of it, not a single hair on him below his eyes, even the parts he couldn”t see, parts that even the sun didn”t see would be carefully made smooth. Luke was that sort of boy; if he did something he”d do it properly.
David had only enjoyed a few smooth boys – not counting Shawn because Shawn hadn”t been old enough to be anything but smooth, not at first, not till later – properly smooth ones, ones who did their legs as well as their pubes, and to David”s way of thinking, legs were more important than pubes.
When you had a boy, had him properly, not just a one-off or perhaps occasional suck, had him for some time and enjoyed all of him because he wanted all of him to be enjoyed, you spent more time cuddling him and stroking his legs than you did sucking his cock, David reminisced, images of boys past floating in his mind as he watched the morning sun sparkling on the blue water of his infinity pool.
A few of those boys had come to him naturally leg smooth; one, fourteen year old Craig, naturally silky smooth thighed, had been a real delight who”d already known that having the rest of him as smooth as his legs was what men wanted, understanding very quickly that smooth bits of boy get licked and kissed and hairy bits don”t.
David thought about Craig quite a lot; he must be nearly sixty now but he was still fifteen in David”s mind. Did he still, David wondered, keep himself smooth? Did he have a boy he kept smooth? David hoped he did.
Thinking about Craig was a distraction, a way of not thinking about Luke.
Luke was up there now, naked on his balcony, naked and smooth.
Luke had good legs, long and adolescent slender like the rest of his teenage body, not that David had seen all of them, seen them in their full glory. Only from mid-thigh down, the part that Luke”s new red shorts allowed to be seen, but that was enough to show the delicate curve from knee to swelling thigh, enough to hint at the promise of delight as thigh thickened towards buttocks, delight to the eye and to hand and mouth as well, the soft, tender and oh, so sensitive delight of inner thigh.
Real boy legs, not the sudden splurging to fat of female legs that, smooth or not, held no temptation for a man who adored teenage boys, but slender, subtle curves, graceful and awkward, too long for the body above and perfect in their adolescence.
David”s mind”s eye travelled upwards, up to places his living eye had not seen, travelled from the bony knob of the knee, up the graceful curve, on past the sensuous swelling of the soft inner thigh to the smooth pouch that held balls that filled with too much sperm to hold for more than a few hours at a time, on up to an imagined and never seen cock.
What was it like, that never-seen cock? It wasn”t soft at the moment, David knew teenage boys well enough to know it wouldn”t be fully soft, but it wasn”t hard either. It would be somewhere between the two, probably more soft than hard, the perfect state to be played with by a boy not in need of a wank, but a boy who liked his cock, liked holding and feeling his cock. A boy who knew what it was like to have his cock seen to by someone not himself, a boy who wanted, whether he wanted it or not, to have his cock played with again.
Was Luke”s cock like Craig”s had been? Long and slender, the head no more than an extension of the shaft, the foreskin long and supple, keeping the glans hooded even when hard but easily slid back by sucking lips when extra sensations were needed by the boy?
Luke would have a foreskin, David was sure about that. Shawn had one, and he knew the pleasure he had as a boy from having one and surely he would have wanted that to continue for his descendents. Shawn would never have permitted circumcision to be practised by his family.
You never knew, until you saw it, what a boy”s cock would be like, that was part of the reason why boys” cocks were so wonderful – they were all different.
Luke, David imagined, was idly playing with his semi-soft cock now, playing with it and trying to work out in his cock-confused teenage mind what he should do with it.
He wanted David to see it, he”d admitted that, but he didn”t want to show it to David. He wanted it to be seen and, being a teenage boy, he wanted it admired, but he was frightened of what might happen if it was seen and admired.
His new red shorts, all three pairs of them, had come with ball-bag mesh inside them, but they didn”t have that now. Luke had carefully cut that mesh out and naively dumped it in the rubbish bin where David had seen it and instantly recognised it for what it was, and because he”d done that, David knew for certain that there was only ever Luke underneath those red shorts. Knew as well that Luke found the danger of accidental exposure a thrilling danger. Perhaps Luke even wanked sometimes thinking of what might happen when the accident finally occurred.
David thought about the wonder of having Luke”s cock in his mouth, about working it to orgasm with his lips and tongue, savouring the spurts it would produce, and laughed at himself for thinking that. He was far too old now to ever again suck a boy”s cock, but perhaps, just perhaps, Luke was wondering if he dare let his cock be sucked by a very old man.
Was it too perverted, Luke wondered, to want to be fancied by someone of David”s ancient age?
He didn”t want to be `getting fucked” fancied, that would be going too far, that would definitely be perverted, but fancied in an admiring sort of way. The sort of way that would allow him to let David see his cock, even want his cock, do the things with his cock that he”d done to the cocks of goodness knows how many boys in the past?
That was what was fucking his brain.
He didn”t want David to do that because he was a just another boy with a cock, but he was a boy who knew why he had a cock and he wanted that cock seen, admired and used, and if that was going to happen, then David was the only one around who could see it, admire it and use it. Not just that, he owed it to David to let him see it at the very least.
Sure, David had said he wasn”t to think that way, that he didn”t owe his cock, but that was just David being nice, trying to be helpful, trying to make him not feel bad for keeping his cock hidden away.
That was really nice of David, but it didn”t help. He had to thank David for looking after him, saving him from a knife on a London street, and he couldn”t do that properly with words, and the only way he could think of saying how grateful he was, the only thing that would really show and say that, was his cock.
But he knew David was right; just flopping out his cock would be like saying, `There you are, your payment for helping me”, and that would be all wrong, wrong for him and wrong for David.
Why couldn”t David be a lot younger? Why wasn”t he, Luke, more gay, more perverted? It would all be so easy then, if David was younger and he was more perverted.
Luke”s brain hurt with thinking about it all.
He had to do something.
If only David would say he really liked him, not because he was a teenage boy with a cock, but because he was Luke and it didn”t matter about his cock.
It did though.
He was a teenage boy with a cock and David knew that he knew David liked teenage boys with cocks, so anything David did or said he was bound to think was David trying to get at his cock. Even if it wasn”t.
`Why can”t it be easy?” Luke screamed in his mind, why couldn”t David just do something like putting an arm round his shoulder and giving him an affectionate hug without it having to mean to both of them that it was an `I want your cock” hug?
Because if David did do that, Luke knew he would melt into the hug in a way that said, `My cock”s available”, and David would think he was just trying to pay him back.
Breakfast time now, he”d cooked for long enough anyway, much more and he”d burn instead of just gently tanning.
Reluctantly, Luke pulled on his red shorts, shorts that he”d cut the mesh out from so he hung loose and free under them, and made his way downstairs. David, he knew, would be drying naked by the pool and the noise of grinding coffee beans would give him warning to get his own shorts on, shorts that Luke knew David hated having to wear and only wore so he didn”t upset Luke by appearing naked when he was around.
They had breakfast outside, usually did. Why be inside when you could be out? Luke had made himself useful, taking on the role of breakfast maker; not a particularly demanding task. Grind some beans, get the coffee machine going, take a couple of breakfast rolls from the freezer, nuke them for thirty seconds in the microwave and pop them on the toaster and while they were toasting, squeeze a few oranges for juice. Then it was just a matter of pouring olive oil on the toasted rolls, slicing up a bit of tomato, laying that on the toasted, olive oil covered rolls and putting some slices of jamon on top, pouring the coffee and plonking it all on a tray to take out to the garden.
So much simpler than trying to work out what to do about your cock.
Luke had thought Spanish breakfasts were weird at first, but he really enjoyed them now, and he sat back in his garden chair, congratulating himself on getting the toast just right, just the perfect amount of oil and salt.
He was so engrossed in savouring his breakfast creation and congratulating himself on creating it that it took sometime before he realised David wasn”t concentrating on his tostada and that his eyes were looking at something else.
`Shit!” Luke thought with a start when he realised where David”s gaze was directed, and realized as well why it was directed there. He”d wriggled about a bit to get comfortable while he munched, and those wriggles had ridden up the left leg of his shorts so the tip of his cock had slipped into the open!
Luke froze, breakfast roll half-way to his mouth.
What could he do? What should he do? He hadn”t meant it to be seen yet, hadn”t worked out what he was going to do when it was seen. He couldn”t just hastily shove it away again, out of sight. That would give all the wrong messages. It wouldn”t, couldn”t, be in sight at all if he hadn”t modified his shorts. It would be, should be, safely tucked up inside the modesty mesh that wasn”t there now but had been when David bought the shorts for him, a mesh that David must know had once been there.
If he hurriedly put it away out of sight then what would that make him seem like? A boy who cuts the mesh out of his shorts so his cock might dangle out and then gets all funny because it does? What sort of a cunt would that make him look like? A deliberate prick-teaser, that”s what he”d be.
And he wasn”t one of them. He didn”t want to taunt and tease David by giving him a glimpse of the unobtainable, even if he didn”t know himself if it was obtainable or not. He wasn”t that sort of boy!
But if he left it as it was, just peeking out, it wasn”t going to stay just peeking out much longer. Not with David looking at it. David couldn”t take his eyes off it and it knew David couldn”t take his eyes off it. It knew it was being looked at and that the eyes that were looking at it liked what they were seeing and it was going to start growing any moment now!
David knew he had to say something, help the boy. Luke hadn”t meant his cock to pop out into sight and didn”t know what to do now it had. His cock was visible, not all of it but definitely his cock; visible to a man who the boy knew liked boys” cocks, but wasn”t sure if he wanted his boy cock to be liked by a man as old as David was.
If he pretended not to notice, then that would send the wrong message, an untruthful message, and as Luke was going to be here for some considerable time, untruthful messages could not be sent.
With the fingers of both hands mentally crossed, David hoped he”d get things right.
“Best breakfast I can remember,” he said smiling, “Superb tostada and wonderful view.”
“Yeah. Sorry,” Luke muttered, but didn”t send his cock into hiding.
“Oh, don”t be sorry. Things are going to be a lot easier for both of us now.”
“Are they?”
“Oh yes. I”ve seen what you know I”ve been longing to see without you having to go through the turmoil of trying to find a way for me to see it without actually having to show it to me. And, from what I can see of it, it”s a really nice cock, a nice cock belonging to a really nice boy. Special boy, special cock.”
“You think? You mean that?” Luke still had both hands on his tostada, his cock still not hidden again. “The bit about me, not just my cock?”
“I really like having you here, Luke. I didn”t think I would, but I do, and I did even before your cock popped out to say `Hello.”
“You fancy me?” Luke asked the question he desperately wanted answered, “Me, I mean, not just me cock?” What Luke wanted to know, was desperate to know, was did David like him because he was Luke, not because he was a boy who”d been stupid enough to get himself in serious trouble over drugs, not as a boy who”d had sex with another boy, not as a boy who shaved himself smooth as silk and might well have a cock that could be got at. Luke needed David to like him because he was Luke, not because he was just a boy with a cock.
Yeah, his cock mattered, really mattered, but he needed to be more than just a cock.
Teenagers are complicated beings; they see things in black and white, have no understanding of the various shades of grey, though they know there are many shades of grey they ought to know about but don”t.
David knew a fair bit about adolescent boys and he”d got his hands and mouth on a considerable number of adolescent cocks, some given freely and some he”d had to work really hard to get at. He knew about the torments that went on in a teenage mind when a boy was trying to work out if he should keep his cock to himself or not; he”d had those same torments himself over sixty years ago. He knew how different it was for a boy to assuage his adolescent need for sex by messing about with another boy, and the momentous decision he had to make about letting a man get at him.
Luke wasn”t asking if David wanted to take him to bed, he was asking if David liked him enough to like him even if bed never entered into things, and if he did like him that much he wouldn”t need to hide his cock again.
“Would I want you as a boyfriend if I was a lot, lot younger? Would I want to have you around even if you wore six pairs of cast iron knickers?”
“Yeah.” Luke held his breath, waiting for the answer, tostada still poised half-way to his mouth, cock still unhidden.
“Yes, I would. And I wish I were a lot, lot younger.”
`Thank fuck.” Luke didn”t mean David to hear that, but he said it out loud.
“Now, perhaps you should hide it again. You”re fourteen, and, to the best of my recollections, fourteen year old cocks have a habit of getting a bit hard when they”re being admired.”
“Don”t care if it does. Not now,” Luke said recklessly, feeling suddenly completely liberated, “And don”t spose you”ll have any objections if it does.”
“Then perhaps you might fancy an after breakfast swim to help it cool down,” David smiled.
“Might, if you”re here to make sure I don”t drown,” Luke grinned. He could grin and smile now. His brain had stopped hurting. For now, anyway. He”d be getting brain ache again later. He was going to let David see him completely, smoothly naked, and fuck knows what would happen after that!
Naked Luke was snuggled in quite close to naked David, close enough for David to have one arm round naked Luke shoulder and his other hand resting on naked Luke thigh.
Siesta time, three in the hot afternoon when perhaps they could have been naked on their separate beds with the air on full blast instead of lounging close together on a sofa adding body heat to the temperature.
Luke”s brain had done some hurting since that breakfast when his cock popped accidentally into view, some hurting, but not fucked up hurting like it had been before.
At first David”s only sight of Luke”s carefully smoothed body had been when he went skinny-dipping, and there was no other way he went into the pool now. The sheer sensual, and, yes, sexual, delight of being properly naked in the water had been a revelation, his cock and balls caressed by the tepid water.
He”d always put his shorts on again once the sun-heated air had dried him off, not because he wanted to hide his cock and balls from David, or because he was still just a bit shy about being naked, but because it was still too soon for him to be always naked, too soon because he hadn”t worked out yet why he wanted to be always naked.
He knew he was as good as naked when he had his shorts on; David knew there was nothing but Luke under them, and sometimes Luke”s cock would slip out into sight, and that didn”t bother him at all. It would have been a bit stupid of him if he had worried about his cock being seen because he never wore anything under his shorts and he had cut the mesh out himself, and even rolled the waist over so he showed off more leg and made it more likely his cock would slip out, and, anyway, David got more than a mere glimpse of his cock every morning when he had his swim; he had the whole lot to look at, complete, full, carefully shaved smooth, teenage boy body.
Brain aches then had been because Luke accepted that he did like his cock being seen and admired by David. Yes, some of that was because he felt he was `paying his way”, giving David something in return for taking him in, but doing it in a way that didn”t seem too obviously that was what he was doing, but another part of it was because David liked his cock, always smiled when he saw it. Not a sort of `I want that in my mouth” smile, but a `That”s really beautiful” smile, as though Luke”s cock was a work of art and a naked Luke was a work of art more wonderful than the Mona Lisa.
Luke liked that, liked the way it made him feel good about himself. It made him feel good because never once did David complain, even as a joke or a tease, when Luke”s cock was inside his shorts and not on show; never once did David suggest that Luke should be naked more often, and never did David make any sort of suggestion or hint that Luke”s cock may like to see some action in David”s hand or mouth.
That was something Luke and his cock had not reached a decision on, and that was what gave him the brain aches he still had. He”d got over worrying that David wanted to feel, wank and suck him; he knew that and he didn”t mind knowing that, but what Luke and his cock hadn”t decided was if both wanted cock to be felt, wanked and sucked by David.
Eventually, Luke hadn”t put his shorts on again when he”d dried off after his swim. David didn”t say anything, just seemed to take it as perfectly natural for Luke to not bother with his shorts, so Luke stayed naked all day long and loved how free he felt. After that he didn”t have shorts to take off when he went for a swim and naked adolescent boy and naked old man were completely at ease with their own and each other”s nakedness.
Then, one evening when they were watching a film on the telly, Luke had got up from the small sofa he was sitting on and joined David on the larger one, naked adolescent boy sitting beside naked old man.
It wasn”t Luke saying, `Okay, go ahead, it”s all yours”, and David knew it wasn”t an invitation, just Luke letting him know he was happy to be with David and was happy that David liked him being there and it didn”t matter that Luke was smooth and naked, it would have been the same if he was wearing six pairs of cast iron knickers.
“Don”t mind if you want to cuddle me a bit,” Luke muttered, wanting to be cuddled just a bit and knowing that cuddle wouldn”t include his cock and balls, even though they were there out in the open and could so easily be cuddled.
Luke knew now that he wouldn”t tell David to stop if he did go for his cock and balls, but he wasn”t ready yet to say that, and even though he didn”t always stay soft when he snuggled up into David and had an arm round his shoulder and a hand on his silky smooth thigh, all David ever did was to say how beautiful his hard cock was and never tried to touch it, and Luke felt so, so safe and wanted, and his head had stopped hurting almost completely.
They were like that when David”s mobile pinged with an incoming e-mail and David took his hand off from silky smooth teenage boy thigh to answer it.
David read the message and passed the phone to Luke, not saying anything.
It was from Grandfather Shawn.
“Don”t know if you”ve seen the news, but police have done big raids, rounded up lots of County Line gangs. Got all the lot Luke was involved with. Safe for him to come home.”
Luke read the message, thought for a few seconds and wrote a reply.
“Like it here, David”s really nice. Beg mum and Dad to let me stay till Sept.”
Luke tapped `send” and handed the phone back to David.
“Can I ask a favour?” Luke said, the last bit of hurt gone from his mind, “Would you suck me off, please?”