The boy alleged to have been molested is Peter. He is 12 now. When he was four to five and Sean was 14 they had an affair. An affair that got out of control. Lisa is Peter's sister; she is three years older. Their father died eighteen months before Peter's fourth birthday. Perhaps that fact helped set him up for what went on later.Sean had a father but it could be said that he may as well not have. Sean was an only child and tho both parents lived at home his father was more or less transparent.
Sean was the boy next door to whom Peter's mother, Annie, turned for help in the yard--mowing &c--and jobs around the house. Eventually sitting for her kids when she went shopping.
Peter's family had thought of themselves as naturists and were members of one of the local travel clubs. Husband and wife had met at the nearby hot springs and were married there in a nude ceremony. More often than not the kids, then three and six, were running around the yard nude whilst Sean was mowing. When he arrived Peter would run and jump into his arms, Lisa would hug them both together. Later both would gang up to wrestle Sean to the ground in the fresh cut grass. Lisa engineered the first of the water fights that eventually became boys against girl and sometimes "girls" when Annie joined in on the side of her daughter.
At first, Sean kept his shorts on even tho he often took off his shirt. He was embarrassed in his own head over the erection that grew between his legs when the nude kids were close by. When Annie joined the water fights he felt more pressure to get naked and, moreover, thought it would be ok. After all if this woman could do it he could too. Annie eventually set his mind at ease. One day Sean had stripped off his shorts to swim with the children in their pool after his yard chores were completed. Lisa insisted. Usually they could only swim when Annie was with them but Lisa had reasoned that Sean was big enough to qualify. After all he was doing the yard work her father use to do so that had to make it alright.
Annie came out to see about the commotion in the pool and threw off her housecoat to join in. Things came to a crux when Annie and her kids got out of the pool and Sean stayed. He said he wanted to do some laps and turned away to swim. Lisa explained to her mother that Sean's penis was hard, like Peter's gets when he pulls on it, but Sean didn't, she said, it just gets hard by itself. And that was why he wanted to stay in the pool. Sean came to Annie's call and she explained how normal it was, what was happening to him. They were naturists, she said, she'd seen boys with erections before. You must get very uncomfortable, she'd said, with it all caught up in those tight cutoffs you like to wear.
Sean climbed out of the pool and they didn't laugh at him. His erection never really went completely soft and eventually he figured out that it was the little boy who excited him most. Not the mother nor her daughter.
What would his mother think, Annie asked him, about him going with them to the hot springs where all manner of folks, young and old, soaked nude together?
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The children rode nude; Annie drove wearing only a long shirt. Lisa sat up front with a book in her lap; her boyish haircut and prepubescent chest would attract no undue attention from most other motorists. The boys, one 14, one 4, played together in the rear of the minivan behind the security of tinted glass. Sean nearly came more than once as he and Peter wrestled and tickled whilst the lurching car jostled their bodies together. Peter had his hands full with two pokeys to play with and by the time the car parked at the trailhead to the springs Sean was about to burst.Up to now the two boys had been wearing only their skysuits since the night before when Sean arrived to sleep over so they could get an early start. It was the longest continuous period Sean could remember being without clothes and he was reveling in this new found delight; not to mention the freedom Annie conferred upon him to be erect without the shame society heaped upon him. Not that he was sticking up like a coathook or anything; it did do that sometimes, but mostly it just stuck out more than he though it should. And it felt hard, inside. Especially when Peter was standing close to him with one arm wrapped around his leg. Sean delighted in this growing friendship and attention from Peter; it was so easy for him to play with the little boy who was without the guile and pretensions of his agemates.
Annie suggested the boys wear at least sandals for the walk to the springs but Sean was on a roll now and rejected the idea. Every naked minute was a new record for him and he was going to take this day for all it was worth. The sand and rocks underfoot, the worn-smooth wood of the footbridge, the mud of seeps along the trail--Sean could feel the difference between the warm ones and the cool ones--all these things were delightful new experiences for his feet. Half an hour later they arrived at the hot springs; he had never seen so many different kinds of nude people before, not even when his basketball team showered after a game. Other cars at the trailhead had suggested they would not be alone and among the several other kids were some boys about Sean's age. At first he felt relief that none from his school were there but then he was disappointed that he would not be able to share this with any of his friends. Not right away at any rate.
The hot water was soothing and exciting at the same time. They soaked for a while--the kids played under the showering outflow and climbed among the boulders--until Sean needed to pee. Where should he go, he asked of Peter and when Annie heard her son instructing his mentor she was pleased. She suggested they both go, and take along a garbage bag and pick up some of the trash left behind by others.
Hours of soaking later, after two more bags of trash, and lunch, Sean and Peter napped together on the warm rocks whilst Annie and Lisa went for a stroll in the woods. When Sean found himself getting hard again he rolled over to hide it and Peter climbed on his back. That was the way Annie found them, both asleep, on her return.
By now she was convinced that Sean was a good and reliable companion for her children. A boy who was accepted by them as well as a boy who accepted them as they were. She decided to give him a try as a sitter.
I'm 22 now, Sean wrote in his first letter from the federal prison in Florida, so the boy must be 12. It was eight years ago then. The hardest part is that he enjoyed what we did; he started it. Yah, I went along with him, I mean, we were both boys.
I sat for them a few times. I'd come over after school and leave my clothes off at their back deck, by the hot tub. It was a sort of ritual--no clothes in their house. I don't know if they ever had other guests. Except for other members of their club that is. Eventually I made a gate in the fence and hedge between our yards so I could even leave off my school togs at home. And some days Peter would come to my yard and I would help him climb up to my tree house.
Mostly I would sit with the kids only for a couple of hours in the evening once or twice a week. I would do my homework whilst they watched the telly. Some days we would play that game where you have to put your hands and feet on the coloured circles and there would be a great tangle of our bodies. Other times I was allowed to take them into the pool or the hot tub for a while. Some Saturdays Peter would come in my yard when his mum and sis went shopping. Imagine getting paid a few bob to play fun games with a naked little boy and not have to worry about staying clean.
Then two events happened that changed everything. I'll write about them in my next letters.
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The first event to which Sean alludes took place during a middleschool basketball game. He noted a boy from the opposing team making more than occasional eye contact with him. It was almost like they were trying to undress each other with their eyes. Then it began to sink in to Sean that this was probably one of the boys he'd seen at the hot spring a few months ago. He hadn't been there the second time Annie took Sean back there with her kids but now he recalled that even then, that first time, this boy had been looking his way more than once.After the game, in the showers, the two boys met again. Sean introduced himself. The other boy said his name was Jacky. --I didn't recognise you, he began, --with your clothes on, Sean finished, and they fell into each others arms laughing so hard. Ignoring quizzical looks from their mates they crossed over an invisible boundary and showered together, talking and laughing, oblivious of everything, until Jacky was called away to go home with his team. --I'll see you again at the springs, he called as they parted.
Sean had learnt that Jacky went to a school across town and Jacky invited him to go back to the hot spring with him the next weekend. --See your school photography teacher, Jacky'd said, tell him I sent you. He's at my school tomorrow and yours next. Sean said he didn't take that class and Jacky replied that it was probably just as well as Sean would make a better model.
When Sean met the photography teacher, Matt Preston, he explained that his mum wanted to meet him and Jacky before he went to the spring with them. Could they come to breky Saturday morning? Mr.Preston explained to Sean a little of what they would be doing at the spring besides soaking and showed him some photos that had appeared in one of the local naturist magazines. He wanted to know if Sean would pose with Jacky for similar photos to be taken at the springs for a photo essay and for illustrations for an article about the need to preserve the springs. Would Sean pose? Of course! All the better with Jacky! Would his mum grant permission? Probably yes.
What would he need to bring? Nothing this time, Mr.Preston told him, you will be our guest. Nothing but your toothbrush anyhow, and a sleeping bag if you have one. There are spares and blankets or you can double with Jacky if not.
At that last comment Sean felt a quick stir in the space between his legs such as had usually only happened when Peter was close and only for an instant he wondered what it would be like to sleep that close to another nude boy.
The rest of the week dragged on for him and he was preoccupied with thoughts of the weekend even whilst playing with Peter and Lisa during their regular Thursday evening sitting. Finally, after a restless Friday night, Saturday dawned. Breky with Jacky and Mr.Preston went well. Sean's mum was favourably impressed with them as individuals and with the presentation that Mr.Preston made. A photo shoot for a magazine and maybe even a calendar! Her son a model! The fact that her son would be posing nude didn't seem to matter and she readily signed the photo release form.
It was still early morning when the two boys piled into Mr.Preston's van-darkroom-camper. Jacky had undressed whilst Preston was saying goodby to Sean's mum and Sean was nude by the time he stuck head and arm from the door to wave. As Mr.Preston pulled away from the curb Sean wondered if he would be able to make it 24 hours with no clothes on--a new record if he could do it. He wondered too if Jacky got hardons like he did. It would be not too long before he found out.
Soon the boys were having a whizzle war, holding each others shoulders and fencing with penis swords. Jacky ran his hands over Sean's shoulders, down his flat chest and tummy. Yah, he said, you're gonna make a good model. He dropped to his knees for a closer look.
With a practiced precision Mr.Preston tapped the brake throwing Sean's groin into Jacky's face. The van's lurch toppled the boys to the clothing strewn deck and Jacky called out from underneath Sean: Hole in one on the first tee!
As the van moved through city traffic the dark windows belied the brightly lit interior. Two boys frolicked under the watchful eyes of three video cameras recording Jacky's ministrations and Sean's sexual awakening. Never before had he done these things and now he wondered what more awaited. For a while Jacky used his fingers to bring his acolyte to the brink only to back off. Sean knew there was more, but where, when. He tried to do it to himself but Jacky would stay his hand, kiss him, or nuzzle his crotch and encourage the neophyte to reciprocate. Jacky was saving Sean's first time for later.
The van was out of the city now and the boys moved to the front seat and shared the seatbelt. Can anyone see us? Sean wanted to know. Only him, Jacky replied, nodding to Mr.Preston.
By mid morning they'd arrived at the trailhead. The boys, needless to say still nude, wore sandals and carried packs: tent and sleeping bag, lunch stuff and towels. Preston brought more food and a bag of cameras. The kids were calmed somewhat by the cool morning and their hike up to the pools. Preston went to each pool to explain to other soakers what he was up to, getting permits signed where possible or describing which part of the pool would be outside the view of his camera. The boys soaked for a while, had some lunch, talked in low tones.
In one of his later letters Sean related the events of that special day:
For most of an hour we sat in the water, talking mostly. Once in a while he, Jacky, would touch me, just a couple of strokes, enough to get me hard again. We crawled back in the cave where the hot water came from and I bet we added ten degrees to the temperature we were so hot. Do boys make out together? What else could you call it, what we did then. Kissing and petting, our cocks fighting for attention, we were oblivious to the sharp rocks and the hot water until Preston called us out for the first pictures.
He took several of the group including us and other soakers. Then he took some close-ups of me and Jacky, sitting and standing, laying in the water, climbing on the boulders. As a good will favour he took a few pictures of one family group in particular that included a couple of little kids. The little boy looked about the same age as Peter and kept pulling on his foreskin in that same way.
Whilst that was going on me and Jacky went off to sun on the boulders and to have some lunch. It was then that I asked him that if he really was my same age how come he hadn't any hair. Mr.Preston likes it that way for some of his pictures, he said and then he said that maybe he would ask me to shave too. What kind of pictures are those, I asked him. The kind you make money with was Jacky's reply.
Eventually Preston was content with his photographic efforts and came to sit with the boys and have a sandwich. Sure enough the subject of conversation soon got around to more photos, later, in the woods, well above the pools and springs.
It was midafternoon, after the three of them had napped in the sun and soaked some more, that the man gathered up his cameras and went up the hill.
The boys waited a few minutes before going into the woods in a different direction. Preston would be all set up and taping when Jacky brought Sean to center stage. Sean's letter continues:
Mr.Preston said at lunch that I could make a hundred dollars if the pictures were any good and if I would shave. Or better yet, he said, let Jacky shave you. I'd do anything for a hundred dollars and I told him so. We'll see, he said winking.
Jacky led me into the woods then up and up. The grade was easy and the duff warm on our bare feet. We climbed over some rocks, boulders even, some as big as my mom's car, that must have fallen long ago from the cliff wall above. Sometimes I followed him and other times we walked side by each and held hands. I wondered if this was what it was like to be in love--but with another boy? Well, why not? I loved my dad even tho he was a dork. And Peter loved me, even if I was in place of his father. Or maybe cos I was in place of his father, sort of.
Interestingly enough, as I look back, I never gave a moments thought to What if my schoolmates should find out I was holding hands with a boy. It never occurred to me that we were doing something my mother might think was wrong. Or at least strange.
Presently we wriggled through a narrow crack in a house-sized boulder and came out in a grassy glade of deep cool grass, surrounded by tall trees but for where the sun streamed in.
Jacky stopped and turned to face me. This is the place, he said. I asked, For what? He brushed some bits of lichen from my chest and took my hand and held my fingers to his pubes. Feel how smooth, he said. His skin there was like his face or his bum.
Its no big deal, you know, Jacky said. The swim team at my school all shave their arms and legs cos it makes them go faster they say. Its just a little bit more to do it all. I told them its cos I skinnydip and they all laughed.
I laughed too then and nodded for him to go ahead. From on top of a rock right there he brought two razors. It was weird, that they were there, I mean. Then I figured Preston must have put them there. Where was he now? I didn't know he had been filming us since we came out of the crack in the rock.
I asked Jacky if he'd been here before. Yes, he said, but only alone, with Mr.Preston, never before with another boy. Did Mr.Preston shave you? No. The first time he brought me here was before I had any hair. Then when it started growing he got me a package of razors.
How often do you...
Mostly only when we're coming out here or going someplace else where he takes my picture.
Jacky knelt in the grass and started shaving Sean's pubes. Sean used the other razor on his arms. He was instantly aroused by Jacky's touch and ached with a hardness begging for relief. It was only a few minutes and he was as hairless as he could ever remember being. A vision of young Peter squirming on his lap came to mind.
Jacky remained on his knees after he finished with my legs and then he started sucking me. Just like that. He said, Sean, watch this. And he did it! I didn't know what to do but I grabbed hold of his hair. When I came into his mouth it was the greatest. I fell into his arms and then he helped me to suck him. Pretty soon we were sixty-nining and licking each other's bums. Everything Jacky did to me I did to him. I'd never known about this stuff, what boys can do with each other. I'd never known a boy like him, never had a friend like him.
Mr.Preston came out of the woods clicking away with his cameras. From the pictures I saw later he'd been taking them ever since we came out of the rock. Now he took some close-ups. Us kissing, sucking, climbing on trees and rocks, and just laying on the grass. But always hard. Always with a hand or a mouth on each other.
After a long time, it seemed, after he went back into the woods, me and Jacky stood up and wiped the grass and cum from each other. He took my hand again and said Let's go back and soak some more before we fall asleep. I'd come so many times I was ready for a nap.
The boys soaked and napped on the warm rocks in the late afternoon sun. They set up the tent nearby and made a fire to cook the steaks and potatoes that Preston brought back from his van. He would sleep in his van--his cameras, he felt, were too valuable to chance a break-in--and leave the boys to their own devices.
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The second event followed on soon enough. A week later, a week of the usual playing with the kids next door and then masturbating in his treehouse or in the shower, Sean found himself sitting again for Peter whilst mother and daughter were off shopping.The boys cooked hotdogs on the grill and had ice cream for desert. Sitting on the grass next to the pool, life began to get complicated for Sean when Peter dropped a dollop of chocolate into his crotch. The little boy picked up what he could with his fingers and licked them clean. When he wished aloud to be able to lick up the rest Sean did it for him.
Needless to say, licking melted chocolate ice cream from Peter's crotch was very arousing for both of them and Sean quickly progressed to sucking and licking everywhere else. Soon they were rolling together in the grass, wrestling and tickling, Sean getting closer and closer to an edge from which there would be no turning back.
Peter asked me if he could have some more ice cream and so I smeared some on myself and laid back on the grass. He sat on my thighs and held my erection with both hands to lick it. Lick- Lick- Lick... When I came it splattered all over his face. He laughed when I said it was whipped cream topping and kept on licking.
That was the first time.
After I had him all cleaned up and tucked in bed I started to think about what might happen if he told anyone so I said to him that we would have more ice cream the next time I sat for him. He wanted to know if we could lick it off each other again and if he could have more whipped cream topping. Sure, I said, but he couldn't tell his mother or his sister, it was just for us boys.
And so it went into the summer. Some weekends Sean went off with Jacky and Preston. The photos and videos sold well; Sean was very good about handling the hundred dollars Preston gave him from time to time. The man never touched the boys, not even to hug them. Preston lived by the rule: Never mess with your models. He wasn't a pederast, he was a photographer.
Jacky introduced Sean to buttfucking by reminding him of what he'd said about doing anything for a hundred dollars. But Sean didn't get to be on top. Every time he was the bottom. Jacky told him that someday he'd have to find his own bottom.
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Then, just before school started that Autumn, Sean invited Peter up to his tree house:It was the stupidest thing I'd ever done. As if I was in a dream that turned into a nightmare. One minute we were having fun like we always did; the next minute he was crying and his butt was bloody. There was no turning back.
I never told on Jacky and Preston. Jacky used to write me but hasn't for a few years now. Preston just disappeared. I've got about twenty years more to do.
Sean is 22, in prison for molesting a boy.
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