The "cabin," as he'd called it, was simple; but far more than just basic. It was livable year round though the temperature was always mild here anyway. At the far in of the beach, immediately before the sand dunes began and continued for about a mile or so up and around an old lagoon, the cabin had a certain natural privacy, which was one reason I'd bought it. Yet there was one neighbor immediately beside it on the opposite side from the dunes. He was the somewhat curious type but I hadn't seen him yet this weekend and he might not be there yet. I didn't know him very well, but he was known for throwing some wild parties himself some weekends or evenings. Still I wasn't sure what his reaction would be if he saw a boy this attractive sleeping on my back porch there in just his white briefs, half-naked.
After that one neighbor's place, there commenced a thin single row of cabins along the water that continued all the way down for about a half a mile until there began to be more houses that had been built up on both sides of the single dirt lane that started behind my place. Ultimately there was a tight row of vacation type stores lining the one and only "Main Street" that lead on to the fishing pier. That had to have been the pier the boy meant when he said the Doctor had parked by it when they'd walked up here last night. It wouldn't have been a quick stroll in the moonlight, but then again I do it all the time. Besides, there were no other piers around. I was tempted to walk down just to see if I could see any sign of a maroon "Caddy". Then, again, that didn't seem to make a lot of sense as long as the boy was continuing to sleep soundly now on my back porch. I really didn't know him.
Maybe my thinking wasn't too swift by this point, but with a Doctor who'd paid a good deal of cash for a boy toy for the holiday weekend, especially a young man this handsome, if not "beautiful," and for whom the Doctor seemed to have made some solid plans for his "care," it just didn't make sense to me that he wouldn't want to somehow return to claim him back for his weekend. On the other hand, maybe the boy was right and that Doctor had really been scared off and high tailed it back to the city or wherever he came from?
Either way, I'd been left with the prize still now sleeping on my back porch and still half naked as well. Not bad!
Julian slept there most of the rest of the morning while I worked inside. At least where he was sleeping was in the shade now at this time in the morning.
I got busy with other things inside.
Then the next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I jumped up and turned around scared out of my wits, there he stood just smiling.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you, Sir." He said those words but inside I'm sure he was laughing at the reaction he'd gotten from me.
I look at him while I calmed down.
"Jeez, Julian, I just about had a heart attach right now. Why'd you come up so quietly like that? I didn't hear you coming until, bang, I felt your hand on my shoulder." I wasn't angry. Actually I began laughing.
Then we both started laughing out loud as I tussled his hair and then grabbed him and hugged him hard as he hugged me right back the same way.
"Darn, don't do that again," I said but I playfully slapped his ass too, "unless you want feel my hand for some real reaction."
"Ouch!" he equally playfully squealed and jumped away. "OK, OK. Wow! Guess I shouldn't have done that, but hey, it's your place so I guess you'll be the one deciding when I feel your hand and all so I'll just have to adjust to it."
He took off around the other side of the couch in the big open living area, carefully putting that couch between us. I took up the challenge as we laughed and chased around a bit. He ran a couple of times around the couch, then headed into the kitchen and did the same there twice around the table where I almost caught his arm when I lurched across the table. Giving up on that he ran back into the living area and again around the couch, but neither of us were all that serious. We were both laughing, impossible to be serious. Here I was chasing this rather beautiful boy in just his underwear around my place and I hardly knew more than his name.
"No, no, I won't do it again!" He kept yelling, squealing and laughing at the same time as he lurched one way, then another to avoid my catching him. Finally he pretended to trip. I grabbed him and swatted his fanny again hard but again only playfully.
"Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!" he laughed and yelled mimicking pain while he put his hands behind his back and tried to cover his ass just in case I had a mind to continue swatting it. I had him by his arm, but before I could swat him again he threw his arms wildly around me, hugged me, and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. "Wow, guess I got a Daddy who's going to spank me. Oh, no. What can I do to stop him?"
He was playing, hugging me and we were both still laughing. I pushed him a bit and we both fell down on top of the couch cushions still hugging and laughing, playing around, with me on top of him now. He felt tight and so good as we stretched out together on that extra long and extra soft couch.
"Hum, so that's what you want, my boy? You've been hinting a lot about my hand ever since you first came in here. That what you want, my boy? You looking for a man to take charge of you and spank your bottom?"
He squealed in laughter, and jerked his body up almost violently as if he were trying to get away even as we both still hugged on the couch. Although his body never stopped squirming beneath me, he didn't succeed in getting me off him nor of getting either of us off that couch or down on to the floor. What he did succeed in getting, when his body jerked up one to many times, was my right palm that I thrust under his waist and grabbed his buns tightly.
"No, no, no way, man, I don't want anything," he yelled and laughed, "but what can I say. It's your house and your clearly the only Daddy here!" He was laughing.
His _c_o_c_k_ felt hard as it extended between our bodies. I reached under and felt it. And, sure, I knew where he was playfully taking this, but I have never been the type who lets a boy make these kinds of decisions and I wasn't about to begin now. No, I wasn't going along with it based on his little game no matter how much I might have wanted to, but I had my hand on his _c_o_c_k_ through his briefs. I knew he needed some attention soon. Sorry, I'll decide, I smiled to myself. This boy was too good to be true.
"You got that right, my friend," I replied, "but I'll decide if you need your fanny paddled, not you," I smiled, "and it won't be with these briefs on either. They'll be coming down."
"No, No . . ." he replied squirming and laughing again. "I didn't mean . . .." His voice trailed off in space. I'd pinned both his hands together and was holding them both tightly with my left hand high above his head as I was stretching his body out on that couch.
"Stop it," I half teased back. "You've been hinting about feeling my hand ever since you came in here. What's with it with you?" I let his hands free, tickled him a little while he screamed playfully though I still remained on top of him. "Maybe you do need it." I added thinking out loud. It wasn't a question and he knew it.
Still, he hugged me and this time gave me another kiss but more tenderly. His arms were around my shoulders as mine were around his while we lay there together on the couch.
"Nothing's 'with' me. I promise. Honestly. I lost the bet, remember. I ended up a weekend slave boy in that auction, don't you remember? You let me in here. I'm grateful and I'm sure not objecting to ANYTHING you care to do," he said. "I'm just very grateful to be here and not back in the city somewhere with the Doc whipping my ass all weekend. I don't think that's strange. I think I should be very grateful to you."
He smiled so attractively and beautifully with those pure white teeth and those equally gorgeous deeply set eyes.
"And anyway," he whispered in a mouthy, almost wispy soft way as _s_e_x_ually as Hell. "I like being here with you. I mean with a big strong Daddy with a good heart and one who can handle me and protect me too. Sounds perfect to me." He shut his eyes as if expecting a kiss.
I obliged. Why not? And we finally did roll off that couch and on to the soft throw rug in front of it. Still, I only hugged him and patted his fanny . . . this time. He seemed perfectly at ease. We sure lay there long enough!
"You're fine. Just fine. But you don't own me anything, auction or no auction. It has nothing to do with me. You owe me nothing." And I meant it. "Now, come on, let's get up and fix ourselves something for lunch. I'm hungry. You must be starving?"
"I am actually. Thanks for suggesting it," he said. He kissed me. The laughter was gone. It was just the two of us entangled there on the thick toss rug in front of the couch. The windows were open with the sea air blowing in gently cool from the sea. The only sound that broke the silence of that moment was the sea gulls who where busily flying by and making their gawking-like sound that I'd heard so many times before. After they passed, it became still and very quiet again with this boy in my arms as his head rested on my chest. I might have stayed like that forever.
Finally I wanted to get up.
"Ok, my boy, let's get up and go find something to eat."
I patted his briefs again and pushed him up before providing a gentle nudge with my hand on the back of his Jockeys as he moved straight forward and toward the kitchen. He really did seem like just a very nice young guy. Far too nice to be true.
I pulled out some stuff to put together a salad, but it soon became painfully evident that he possessed more culinary skills at this sort of thing than I did. I was exasperating him. Finally he suddenly kissed my cheek quickly and suggested I go sit down while he finished.
I smiled. He was right on this one!
That was how I ended up sitting there at the kitchen table, watching Julian in just his snug Jockey briefs and thin, white cotton socks as his back was bent slight down over the kitchen sink while he worked on lunch. At one point he went over to the fridge and opened it. He stood there, still with his back toward me, and looked in checking out what he had to work with.
At that moment, it just flashed back in my mind. Standing there like that he brought back memories of another boy -- black haired, thin, and tan -- who had once stood in that exact same place with the door of that same fridge opened while he too looked in for something to eat. The difference was that that other boy had stood in that same place without the benefit of any cover of underwear whatsoever that could have protected his own nice bare buns from my eyes looking him over carefully as he stood there. The undersides of that other boy's tight bare bottom, back then, had been nicely red, no, very red and rosy, for he had just been let up from having spent time over my knees. He had earned and received a good old fashioned afternoon spanking in this very same kitchen just before he'd stood up, went over there, and opened that same fridge door to look in. That boy had stood there naked, bare, showing it all while innocently looking in just as Julian was now. He'd learned obedience.
Julian's stance with his weight on both legs and his hands raised against his mouth and thinking, reminded me so much of that other boy. Over my knees on this same chair where I was sitting now, as I said, the other boy had had his briefs taken off and tossed aside before his bare fanny had been tanned well just before he'd been allowed to get up and go over to that same fridge. Unlike Julian, the other boy had not been allowed any briefs at all or for the rest of his stay. That boy's briefs I'd taken off before I'd spanked him. That had embarrassed and humiliated that other boy horribly. He'd been younger, thinner, more cute in a boyish sort of way. His buns had been smaller, tighter, and firmer and very hot to the caress just then after I'd finished spanking him, but he, too, had stood there in that very same spot, looking in that fridge with the door open.
Unfortunately, he had ultimately been unable to cease whimpering and sniffling in spite of having been told to do so several times.
Even more unfortunately, ultimately that boy had made it necessary for me to have had to get up and go over to him as he stood there. I'd told him to stop whimpering. He didn't. He didn't look at me either. I'd had to slap that one's bare bottom a few more times while he stood there whining and looking away. I'd put my hands on the cheeks of his face and turned his face up to look directly at me and again I reminded him clearly to settling himself down. He had tears in his red eyes. His face was still streaked from his just having been spanking.
"Settle down and stop whimpering right now!" I'd told him clearly. I'd even turned him a bit and landed a hard swat of my hand on his bare fanny again.
The room echoed with the sound.
"No, please, no more," he cried, "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm trying, I'm trying . . ."
He seemed so sad. He was playing with fire and he knew it. He'd been playing with fire all that morning. In someways he seemed to be genuinely trying to get a hold of himself as he stood there starting to cry again with his hands around his back trying to protect his bare bottom from another good slap.
All the while I held him by his arm firmly making it impossible for him to get away. The fridge door was still open.
"Did you hear me? Stop it!" I repeated myself.
But this boy still was unable to obey and stop whimpering! Instead he'd jumped around in a futile attempt to lessen the pain on his bottom where I'd just slapped him. He'd been told to stop whimpering and wiggling, but he still was unobedient. Thus ultimately I had had to pull him back over to where I was sitting.
He began crying more as I did that. He was promising, pleading, anything he could think of, but he was still whimpering and whining.
The small kitchen paddle had had to be taken out of the lower utensil drawer to the left of the sink. And, that boy had had to be pulled back over my knees for a good long reminded session from that kitchen paddle kept there just for such purposes. That boy had wailed and cried all over again. He needed to be obedient. He needed to learn.
That afternoon paddling across his young, tight bare bottom had not been on the schedule for that afternoon, but I had had to take the time to give him one anyway. And give him one with the paddle that afternoon right here in this same kitchen I did! With tears streaking down his face, that boy had then been sent upstairs in the loft, still crying though more loudly now. His training could continue later.
That boy had begun to learn to be a good boy that day. As a matter of fact, he still is today though sometimes he too still gets out of hand and needs some attention
But that was then. This was now. This was today. This time it was a young man called Julian, and only this Julian, who now stood there looking in that same fridge. Julian, of course, had no way of knowing anything about that other boy who'd once stood where he now stood. Julian's white Jockeys were still high up on his own bottom and protecting him nicely. And, underneath his Jockey's his firm bottom was still white I was sure. Julian had not been spanked yet this day as that other boy had been. Julian hadn't yet been introduced to discipline, but as I watched Julian standing there I wondered how he was going to look and act when he was standing there later after his time had finally come? He'd said he was "a boy," remember?
The fridge door shut gently and Julian, unaware of what I had been remembering, returned to the kitchen sink with more fresh lettuce. My thoughts shifted back to lunch and away from that other boy I still knew so well. Julian would have a brother maybe sooner than he might have expected.
Ultimately the salad Julian produced and brought to the table for both of us proved me right. He completely knew what he was doing -- at least in the kitchen. Its finished presentation was clearly at the Country Club's set's level. He had taken his time and completed digging out some colorful napkins to insure everything matched as he set the perfect table. I'd just smiled. Julian even hand-ground the whole pepper to my taste in front of me. Ice tea with ice cubes and slices of lemon. The whole works Julian found and set out made the table look as inviting as he did in just his Jockeys.
He was friendly, almost seemed excited.
But, then again, Julian didn't know about that small kitchen paddle in the lowest utilities' drawer, the one that the other boy had felt. Julian simply didn't know about that. Finally he sat down, reached over across the table, and took my hand.
"Thank you," his lips mouthed without a sound being uttered.
He squeezed my hand and let it go.
"Now," he said. "Let's eat!"
"Beautiful," I said.
Silently I thought to myself, 'No, thank you.' Beautiful, I kept thinking, just beautiful. Both the meal and the man.
Slowly we began to eat and he began quietly to talk once again. We talked now about unimportant things. Exercising, swimming, maybe going jogging on the beach this afternoon. We talked about anything, but nothing as we ate.
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Much later after we'd finished I said I'd clean up, but Julian insisted on helping.
Later still when I went back into the living area, he came along and, for some reason, went up to a front window. He just stood there by that open front window. He was staring out, appearing to look far out into the horizon, far out beyond the sea. There was a single solitary sailboat out there, but otherwise there were only the ever present waves softly rolling in this early afternoon and, as always present, a few sea gulls gliding by that window as they continued their constant search up the coast for something to eat.
Julian stood and stared out the window. I watched him as he stood there still in his white Jockeys and thin white socks. He seemed comfortable, though lost in though. Still, he WAS attractive!
Was he always like this? Had this boy never really been spanked or disciplined at all? I had my doubts now, but that didn't mean he sure couldn't use one now or be trained to fit into a family where 'spare the rod and spoil the child' was still very much practiced! Julian had to have know how attractive his near naked body was as he exhibited his physique in just his briefs here in front of me constantly. He knew how to tease. I was sure he was used to getting whatever he wanted when he used his natural enticements of his firmly endowed basket and tight buns to get whatever it was he wanted. But what was it he really wanted?
Julian just stood there looking out the window and occasionally shifting his weight from one leg to another. Beautiful. He would look even better with some training.
Yes, I also knew how to get what I wanted. A few slaps of my own hand across his bare bottom wasn't it either. I wanted more with this one. He wanted to play his little game. Let him. I would play too. Already I sensed I had the whole of the holiday weekend if I wanted it.
Abruptly Julian turned and looked at me. His eyes looked at me too deeply as if I couldn't possibly know where his thoughts had been traveling. Yet mine had now turned elsewhere too.
"Do you have some jogging shorts in that bag of yours?" I questioned him.
"Yes, actually I do," Julian replied though he seemed surprised at my question.
"Good," I replied. "So let's both change and jog the beach and then maybe swim some in the surf?"
"That sounds perfect to me," he said. "Let's do it!"
We did!
While I changed up in the loft, Julian grabbed his bag and tore into a back smaller room to change into shorts himself. When he re-emerged he had taken off his white socks and Jockeys and was now only in short jogging shorts.
For sure Julian's shorts were the kind that could attract attention even though they were only the normal deep blue onion skin nylon runner's shorts, slit far up the side, that serious distance runners often wear. And they fit him beautifully especially the way they hung on his drop dead gorgeous physique. His onion skins were just tight enough to attract your eyes to how exceptionally well proportioned and beautifully built he really was.
With the side of his shorts slit high for running, the boy's thighs and part of his side buttocks were visible as he jogged. He initially tore up the beach ahead of me until he realized how far he had left me in the wind. I watched his nicely formed legs and buns jog proudly forward. Like a young stallion or some long ago Indian youth in a tiny loin cloth that revealed it all, Julian was beautiful as he jogged ahead. He was a runner for sure. And, I noticed with his briefs slit that way that Julian had finally taken his white Jockey's off. He had pulled on a white jock under those shorts instead. That was clear too. I wondered what else he had in that tote of his or why he had even bothered to slip into a jock given those kinds of shorts typically have an undergarment built in?
Never mind, he jogged back to me when he realized he was far better at this that I was. From then on we jogged together while joking and talking like any other two friends jogging on the beach.
We kept going far up the beach near the lagoon at the far end of the dunes where almost nobody goes ever. When we got there we both stopped. Both of us were tired.
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The lagoon was thick with scrubs and populated with small mounds of sand where some of he locals would clear the brush out and sun themselves as naturalists among these dunes so that no one just walking up the beach unknowingly would ever notice them or even guess that they might be sunning there. It was one of those places you just had to "know."
It was also around here that there were the thin stick-like "branches" on some of the scrubs that I knew from personal experience were very effective for using on the bare bottom of a young man who had been errant. They were everywhere around.
I looked at Julian sitting there back in from the beach away from it all where we'd come to rest. He was paying no attention to me at all at the moment.
I pulled one off one of the switches and toyed with it in my hands until he noticed I had it.
"What's that?" he asked innocently.
I looked at him and smiled. "It's what some of the locals call an 'attitude adjuster'."
"A what?" he said looking at me quizzically.
"You know, for a boy, maybe for a boy just like you, when he's overstepping himself and needs a little attitude adjustment."
Julian flushed extremely beet red with embarrassment.
"Wow! Really?" he asked. "You're kidding?"
"Sorry, but no, I'm not kidding," I said. "So, how's your own attitude, my boy? You've been awfully quiet. Shall I introduce it across your own bare fanny right here?"
Julian looked stunned and genuinely shocked. He fidgeted nervously where he was sitting and wouldn't look over at me. I had thrown him off guard with my direct suggestion.
"Me?" he said, "no, no way. No way at all. My attitude's just fine, thank you, and I sure intend to keep it that way." He looked up at me, still beet red, "You wouldn't really use that on me, would you? You wouldn't really, would you?"
I just smiled and held off responding in any way as his anxiety was high enough for the moment. I swished it in the air a few time. He could hear it almost whistling.
"You asked what is was," I said. "So, I told you. Many boy's in these parts get more than just a hand, you know. You keep telling me you 'lost the bet,' don't you? Time for you to pay the piper? I'll give you one right here."
He looked stunned and again quickly looked away. He was quiet for a long while. He just sat there looking down while I looked at him in those tiny jogging shorts. After all, they had to come down sometime, so right here in among the high thistles back in the lagoon might be a fine time to bare his fine young bottom and let him feel a switch or two on the fleshy undersides of his buns. Now might be as good a time as any for those shorts to come down and reveal what he really had after all. Why not? Way back here a yelp or two would never be heard anyway. Maybe let him shed a tear or two? Heck, I'll give him a couple here and then run him back to my place, strip him, and really give him a taste or two. Why not? He'd been teasing all day about this "boy slave" thing and my hand and all. Why not?
Let's just see what this little "boy slave" has to offer.
He sat there looking down, seemed sad, but also he seemed to be thinking. His legs were spread a bit as he sat there on a rock. His arms were on his knees and he was looking down at the ground between his legs and leaning toward where I was also sitting. Those shorts almost fit him too well. Too revealing. Maybe we'd need to change some things with him? Nothing wrong with starting now!
I was on the verge of taking over and making a decision for him, when he suddenly looked up and got up from where he'd been sitting quietly.
Julian came over with what looked like might have been the beginning of tears in his eyes. It was the first time I'd seen any signs of real emotions in the boy since I had first startled him awake this morning.
He squatted down on his haunches behind me. I felt his hand on my arm and then go around and over my shoulder softly and very tenderly. I was still holding that switch and twirling it between my fingers ready for use for sure.
"I'm going to be a good boy around you, Sir. For sure," he whispered. "I mean it," he paused and said nothing. It was quiet, then, "But, please not out here, please." He kissed my ear and I began to melt seriously. "And now I know for sure I'm ready to go back with you, Sir," he said pausing, "if you are?"
I turned my head and looked at his face so close to mine. His eyes were watery. He wanted something, but he didn't want something. Or did he? What was with him, really?
For some reason at that point I couldn't test him, not the first time, not out here, not just yet. This boy needed privacy.
"OK, let's go home, my boy," I answered back as I kissed him quickly and I stood up.
"But please . . . please leave that thing here, OK?" he said with what sounded like some genuine concern. "I'll be very good for you, I promise."
I smiled broadly now.
"OK, You got it this time, but don't press your luck," I said. "There are more in the dunes beside the cabin anyway, if it turns out I need one," I watched his reaction and then I finally added. "But I'm ready to go back with you too," I said and I meant it. "Let's go home!"
There was just something very special and yet very unknown about this Julian.
Still I flung the switch swirling far out into the lagoon where it whistled in the wind as it sailed away. We both watched it land and disappear. He grasped my hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Thank you," he said.
"You're very welcome. Walk back in the surf, shall we? You ready to head back?"
"Sounds perfect to me. Great way to go home. Perfect. . .," he said still holding my hand as again he squeezed it just a bit to remind me he was there.
Then we'd moved slightly apart and walked back openly and publicly in the surf, though we'd jogged some too. Ultimately we both were splashing the sea water with our feet kicking and moving on our way back slowly at a more relaxed pace now. Both of us were still sweaty from the jog up in this summer climate.
When we were almost back in front of my place, I was the first to turn, run, and dive under a crashing wave. When I pulled my head above water and shook it hard enough to shake my own hair to the side and spin off some of the sea water, Julian was there swimming right beside me. He grabbed me and we played a bit, just having fun. I grabbed him and with no one around or paying any particular attention to the two of us out in the water, I held on to him and he began to hold me back. Under the water I again put my hand on his very nice bottom. Julian just smiled. No, he winked, if I wasn't mistaken.
"Can I stay here longer with you for awhile?" he asked as politely as ever as we both were floating in the waves there.
"Sure," I replied. "Let's head in the house and hit the shower, shall we?"
Julian took a few strong strokes and then quickly tore out of the water and ran up the beach to my cabin where he arrived far ahead of me. I'd just walked up. When I got there he was standing there smiling and waiting. His jogging shorts were wet as was all of his body. Those shorts hung there almost like a second skin. Actually he looked very good that way.
"Let's go in, boy," I said putting my had on the bottom of his onion skins again and guiding him toward the front steps.
He laughed but when we got to the steps, he bounded up the steps to the front porch of the cabin two or three steps at a time. The boy was filed with energy.
Inside with the screened door closed behind us and hooked tightly shut, he hugged me and I, this time, felt his _s_e_x_uality radiating even more than before.
"Thank you for letting me stay here longer," he said. "I was really lucky it was you who looked out and found me this morning." He smiled broadly again with his perfectly white teeth adding to his attractively.
Julian had a beautiful smile and a very kind, naturally attractive face. Hell, he was drop dead gorgeous! He looked at me, smirking mischievously and then half dove into my arms as we both stood there in wet shorts. I let my hand travel down and again cupped his wet bottom.
As soon as he felt my hand there, he pulled his face a bit back from me and looked at me still smiling.
"Are you going to finally be my Daddy with your hand on my ass like this?" he asked. "Maybe I need to start worrying about getting it from a real Daddy now if I don't behave real well?"
He was smiling again, playing again.
"Are you sure you want a real Daddy?" I teased him, but I also forcefully extended my fingers far under him on his wet onion skins. I hit pay dirt and exerted some firm pressure.
"Hummm," he moaned slightly but pushed his waist closer against me, "Super!" he spurted out suddenly and yelped almost gleefully, but strangely for his age almost sounding like a younger boy. He pulled his face back and again looked at me, "But should I start to worry or not now?"
He made an almost squealing sound as I swatted him playfully but fairly hard right across the seat of his wet shorts and released my grip on him.
"Hit the shower, my boy. Hit the shower. We'll see if you really know how to listen."
Julian darted off quickly bounding up the stairs that went to the loft above that contained my sleeping area shower. All the way up he was playfully yelling out "I do, I do. I do and I know I better start to worry now for sure."
A moment later I heard the water was running. Then he started singing in my shower.
Does he need to start to worry? I'd say so. But why had he been hinting ever since he came in here? And did he know what he was hinting for? A boy this attractive didn't often toy in these area but he'd been doing it of and on all day so far. Did he really know what he was hinting for?
I wasn't so sure.
While Julian was upstairs in the only bathroom showering and singing, I slipped out back and used the cold shower near the back of the stairs that was more for beach use. There was some soap and shampoo there too, but I showered with my own shorts on. I soaped up and showered down quickly. I wanted to be back in the house when Julian finished and came down. In the kitchen I toweled off briskly and then found some cotton casual draw string beach pants in the back room to slip into. The rest of my things were upstairs, but I wanted to give Julian some space. He was still showering and singing up there so I sat down in a chair in the living area and waited for him to finish. After the shower ceased running, it became very quiet up there. I could see the door to the big bathroom still closed at the top of the loft stairs.
Downstairs I waited and paged through the current Business Week.
I hadn't heard him come down those stairs but when I noticed him there on about the third step from the bottom.
Julian was standing there with a thick deep blue bath sheet towel knotted tightly around his waist. He looked good in just that towel as he stood there. There was no way to tell if he had something on underneath it or not?
And, he was smiling as broadly and as beautifully as always.
"Hi, I'm home," he said. "I had a rough week, last week. Made a few mistakes and got myself into some trouble, but I'm hoping you'll handle that too."
I tried not to laugh at what I took to be his idea of a joke. He seemed happy for he surely was smiling. And, he looked awesome! Far too beautiful and good to be true in just that towel.
I looked at the straight backed wooden chair sitting there to the left of the fireplace. Time to pull it out, I'm afraid. I did that. Then I looked back at Julian still standing there smiling with that dark blue towel still firmly wrapped about his waist.
"Come over here, Julian." I pointed to the floor in front of me.
He came over though hesitatingly and not too quickly. He almost seemed to be a little emotional.
Still I pull him down and gently forced him to sit on my lap. He kissed me, then hugged me with his arms tightly around my shoulders as he rested his head on my shoulder beside my face.
But this time I wasn't into romance, but something deeper. I fumbled around with his towel with my free hand and began feeling under it. Time to feel what my boy had.
Julian squirmed a little as he felt my hand going under his protective towel. He wasn't naked under that towel, but I inched my way, by the Braille way, under that too. Whatever he wore under that towel was tight enough not to provide space enough for easy access, but my long fingers inched in anyway. The boy's _c_o_c_k_ was hard already by the time my fingers encircled it and his balls felt very firm to the feel too. The just long enough nail on my middle finger traced strokes over the base of his _c_o_c_k_ making it very firm and even harder now as it strained against whatever was restricting it. Julian made no movement to hinder me, a first test of a boy's obedience; but instead he simply continued to hold my shoulders tightly as his head stayed resting silently on my shoulder. My fingers took hold of his firm balls. One nail scraped just a tiny bit of pressed under their base.
He moaned now.;
But still, he only held me more tightly as I explored these parts of my boy that he had protected from my eyes all morning. He still held on to his modesty with the towel still tightly entwined around his waist, but my hand had now begun to claim his body.
Julian spoke very softly in my ear, "I've been a very bad boy."
I held him and while still stroking his balls, I whispered back while trying my best to sound tender and even caring, "Yes, I'm afraid you're right, Julian and we're going take care of that too."
His only response was to nuzzle the back of my neck with his lips. With this boy on my lap with his arms around me and his head nuzzling the back of my neck like that while my fingers were stroking under his towel, Julian felt sooooo good right now. He was submissive to my hand and seemed to be going into his own little emotional world preparing for what he had to know was coming. His _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard and still straining against whatever he wore under that towel that continued restricting him so. Whatever it was, it had to come off and the towel protecting from my view needed to come off too.
"Yes, Julian, you have been a bad boy," I repeated myself to let his own admission sink in while my fingers continued stroking him very privately as I wished.
I felt his head moving ever so slightly, up and down, at the back of my neck where it remained against me as he hooked it up positively in reply to my words. There was a slight tremble I thought I felt in his shoulders, but his arms were only holding on to me more and more securely. He was not about to let go. And that was fine with me . . .
But did he really understand?
(to be continued)