Stringing Along Alek
by Thole <poondu@bigfoot.com>
The gossip of boys is largely fiction, anyway: they enjoyed
each other's lies. Guy Davenport&SHY;
Prelude
Across from the school, a block up from the
park, in a tight queue at the local super-store food market...
As was usual at the busy time of the day on the busy day of the
week, there was a shortage of open checkout lanes and it seemed
as if all the townspeople and all their kids were shopping there
together.
The approach to the checkout was sinuous between
stacks of pulp magazines where the adults would see them, and
stacks of candy where the children would linger whilst their
parents unloaded the cart. Directly ahead of me was one such
kid, bright-eyed at first glance but seemingly unattached to
any cart. He was perusing the candy display as if it were a difficult
choice when I moved past him into his place on the queue. He
looked up at me. I winked at him.
Moments later I felt him slide into the space
between me and the following cart. His belly against my nates
and his hands, holding his purchase, pressed into my back. Then
his left hand gave up its hold on the candy and turned to press
against my back and slide lower, across my rump. I felt his fingers
against the back of my thigh and his thumb catch the hem of my
singlet and lift it.
My self-control was straining to be sure at
his point. All my purchases were in my tote bags, held like a
sporran to protect and control my rising excitement. The boy
now moved out from behind me and jockeyed for his former position.
Mind if I pass you and get back to my place?
he asked quietly.
He slid past me, still facing me, his hand
again following the curve of my butt and his front pressed close.
I could now feel his penis through his long singlet against my
thigh; like me, he had nothing on under it and he wanted very
much for me to know it.
I stepped back a bit to let him in at the
same time the cart ahead was pulled away.
You're a brave lad dressed the way you are
to be introducing yourself to a strange man, I whispered over
his curly blond head. He turned and smiled.
I figured you were probly a brave man dressed
the same way as me and thought I'd check to be sure; if I was
wrong, well, I'm a kid and I can get away with being rude, but
if I was right then I knew you'd enjoy the feel.
1
I have recently discovered the Unitarian Fellowship.
I met a woman here, Gretchen, at a potluck for the camp hosts
on the first Friday evening. Not sure what attracted her to me
or just how we got to chatting about this and that but at one
point she asked if I was familiar with the UUF and I said not
familiar but perhaps acquainted. We went on to discuss home schooling,
travelling with kids, travelling in general, &c.
The next afternoon she left a message for
me to call her at home. I must admit, at first I had all sorts
of ill feelings, bad vibes as it were.
They have me working in a closed campground
to mow grass and weeds that have been growing unattended all
summer, and to do trail maintenance and trash collection along
little used roadways. Great work for a naturist.
She is the tourist store manager, and while
I don't work for her she would be one of the first that an offended
tourist would complain to. I'd been running around my camp for
two days already at that point, in only my skysuit, I was pretty
sure nobody had seen me; nobody here with me but two coyotes
and a few hardworking rabbits.
It turned out she wanted to invite me to the
UUF meeting the next morning. Their fellowship is too small to
support a minister so they do all that sort of stuff by committee
and have guest speakers or an occasional itinerant minister.
Sunday's speaker talked about the aboriginal dreamtime and walkabout
of native Australians. Gretchen also mentioned her son in the
same context as some of the other off-beat things the Unitarians
are known fortheir stand on the boy scouts, civil disobedience,
homosexualityher son, Alek, is precocious and she is separated
from him. I guess the boy splits his time between his biological
parents, both of whom have remarried.
A fortnight had passed after that Sunday when
on Friday morning Gretchen mentioned that I might like to stop
by campsite 42 that evening. She would be setting up camp there
and Mikkel would bring along the kids for an overnight. Kids?
Alek's little cousin will be along too. Alek is seven.
And so it developed that on Friday night I
would have tube steaks and marshmallows on a fire of mesquite
with a couple of little kids on the side. I had asked Gretchen
if Alek knew any string figures, like Cat's Cradle or Jacob's
Ladder; oh yes, she said, he knows the Tea Cup and some other
things.
I brought along my strings and books. At first
it was only me and Gretchen unloading her truck and arranging
firewood. The kids arrived about an hour later with Mikkel. Gretchen
called them over to make introductions. The boy was wearing one
of those stupid duckbill caps with a tuft of his blond hair sticking
out of the adjusting port. He had on a long shirt and long jeans.
It was not until we shook hands and made that close eye contact
that either of us recognised the other.
Alek was pretty hyper, all wound up about
camping out, but for all his precociousness still needed an escort
to the toilets. At seven I was peeing in the woods and probly
he would too if his mum wasn't one of the park rangers. I sat
around and watched whilst having a glass of wine with Mikkel.
The wine was served from a grape juice container as public consumption
of alcohol is also against the rules. Nudity is not against the
rules simply cos nobody would *dare* be nude. Strange
world, eh?
In moments of calm between bouncing off the
trees or exploring the paths between them, me and the boy got
in a few get-acquainted string games. He showed me one, I showed
him two, and his cousin wrote about it in her spiral bound notebook
journal. Whilst Mikkel and Gretchen set the tent I laid the fire
and then announced that we needed a fire lighter. Alek shouted
Me! Me!
By the time the sky was full dark the blaze
had reduced to a fine bed of coal and the camp was settled enough
to break out the tube steaks and mallows.
Mikkel refilled my glass. Alek shared his
paper plate and chips with me and in between bites of hotdog
we discussed the merits of burning marshmallows vis-à-vis
toasting them just-so brown.
Before I left for the evening I gave Alek
a book about string figures. As I told him, and his mum, I really
get excited when I meet a boy who can do cat's cradle and I keep
a copy of this book handy just for that purpose. Gretchen reminded
Alek to say thank you and then added that she thought that my
present was worth a hug. I liked that. It was a casual hug, after
all we'd only just met, but a hug from a young boy is a gift
not to be disparaged. Then, as a parting shot, I invited them
all to breakfast with me at my camp.
It was nearer noon than breky when they finally
showed. Gretchen explained they had a late start and got everything
packed first. Mikkel had to work so he'd already left with one
carload of stuff. Now she was planning to take the kids on a
walk along the far end of the Saltbush Trail before they went
home. Alek had to show me that he remembered the trick I showed
him last night and then he devoured a bowl of Trix. His cousin
wasn't hungry, even for my famous banana bread, of which I had
a second slice, whilst Gretchen looked around after finishing
her slice. She pointed out a few things to Alek and we three
talked about living in a caravan and road tours and all the while
the cousin made furious notes in her journal.
As it came time to leave, Alek hung back and
took his time going deeper and deeper into my caravan, sitting
on the bed, looking at the walls, trying his mother's patience.
Finally she called him sternly to come outside and get his shoes
on so they could go for their walk. Once the boy was out, I followed
to say goodbye and heard Alek ask his mum if he could stay with
me whilst she went for the walk with his cousin. She hesitated
then said that she does not get to see him all that often, nor
does he get to see his cousin all that often, and she would enjoy
having him walk with her. He countered that they had just spent
the night together, had the rest of the day and tomorrow, and
that he had only just met me and wanted to practice more string
games and get to know me better.
Gretchen looked at me. I allowed as how I
was going to do up the breky dishes and that Alek was welcome
to stay. She relented and as the boy bounced up and down with
glee said she would return in three hours. The boy moved to stand
in front of me as his mother walked away to their car. His hands
reached back to clasp my thighs and my burgeoning erection pressed
into the small of his back. He twisted his head around and looked
up with a sly smile.
Back inside he gets right to the point and
tells me about how his mum used to take him to nudist places
when he was four and five but his dad never went. Then one day
something he didn't understand happened in his family and suddenly
his parents were not living together anymore and he had to live
with his dad and his mum never took him to those places now.
He missed being nude. But, he said,
I know you like to be naked and I know you
like naked boys cos I seen the statues you got and the picture
of kids skinnydipping. So, he went on, is it ok if I get naked
with you? I'll help you with the dishes and then we can go for
a naked walk.
How old are you Alek?
Seven. I'll be eight in fifteen days.
And you just met me and you're all ready to
take your clothes off?
You can't be all that bad. Anybody who likes
to get naked out of doors has to be cool.
I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed
it at him.
Your turn. Pile your stuff up on the couch;
I'll start the dishes.
He looked at me for a moment, staring me up
and down as if he'd never before seen a naked man.
I knew you didn't have anything on under your
shirt, he said, but how come you don't have any hair?
Some kids like it that way.
I'm glad you're getting a stiffy, he said
as he pulled off his jumper and opened his jeans, cos I am too.
Usually he gets hard in the morning all by himself and sometimes
at night when I play with him but now he can get hard and you
won't make fun of me.
I'll never make fun of you Alek. Boys and
stiffies go well together. Its only too bad not more boys are
like you.
I wish my dad were like you. Can I hug you
again?
He didn't wait for an answer but approached
me and laid his head against my chest and wrapped his arms around.
I knelt down to be able to hug him better and we stood like that
for long minutes, skin to skin, his head on my shoulder, his
arms locked in a fierce embrace.
The water boiling signaled an end to our hug;
I kissed him on his forehead as I stood. When the dishes were
done, I had washed and he rinsed, we stood back from the sink
to share a towel and dry our hands.
You're not hard anymore, he observed.
I'm an old man, I said, I can't keep it up
all day like I use to.
But I'm just a young boy and I can keep it
up all day!
And he was and he did, mostly. His penis was
nearly straight up, almost flat against his belly, and I longed
to touch it, to caress and lick it, and I wondered what he would
think if I were to make that approach. But I needn't be too concerned
as it turned out; his curiosity was stronger than my longing.
2
I told him we would combine our walking with
picking up other peoples' trash. We'd wear only hats and sandals
and carry only trash bags.
Aren't you afraid somebody will see you? Do
you go for a naked walk every day? What do you do with the trash?
My, you are full of questions. That is good
Alek, only as long as you don't ask questions you already know
the answer to. Nobody will see us. You are short enough to hide
behind the trees and I am so tan I blend in with the hills. Besides,
as long as we're nude we're invisible to most people; they simply
don't expect to see us and so they will mistake us for coyotes
or deer.
Even with hats on, right?
Even with hats, and sandals. And besides,
we can always wear a trash bag. Yes, I go for a walk every day.
Nude most every day, if its warm enough. But I don't always pick
up trash. Which when I do I bring at least out to the side of
the road. So, have a drink if you like, we'll not bring water,
and let's get going.
I told him it was important to be alert. We
must always listen carefully for others and we must always see
them before they have a chance to see us. We walked out the back
of my site on a small track across a field dotted with cacti,
sage, juniper, and mesquite, and came shortly to a berm overlooking
the park road at a rise between two dry river crossings. To our
left, we could hear voices and see one car parked at a turnout
frequented by tourists visiting a so-called cave that could be
seen from the road. Looking carefully we could see what appeared
to be your typical family of four. Alek questioned if they could
see us as well as we could see them.
They could if they were to stand still and
look for us; you can see them only cos they are moving and making
noise and cos they are wearing bright coloured clothes. You cannot
see their noses or their mouths really so they cannot see your
whizzle. And you can be sure that if one of them saw us they
would all be pointing.
We moved cautiously out from our cover and
down the face of the berm. The road was quiet so it was an easy
walk across and into the scrub on the other side. Alek let out
a sigh of relief.
Phew! That was scary for a minute. What if
a car came?
Then we would have run.
We followed an equestrian track west, back
from the road and more or less parallel to it, down into one
gully and up into the tall grass and scrub. The track was deeply
eroded by horses and rain in some places while in other sections
it was barely a trace over hard sandstone outcrop. Along some
of the high places we could see the road, or be seen from it
as Alek observed more than once. The trail came down into another
gully and then went downstream for a bit. When the trail turned
away west we continued down the dry stream and presently came
out below the road at a culvert big enough to walk through. We
left the trash and picker in the culvert and walked under the
road. All this time Alek had been mostly quiet and seemed comfortable;
there had been a few cars but we had seen nobody along the way.
Now back on the north side of the road we had to descend a steep
spillway and then scramble down over the broken concrete remains
of a previous culvert. At the top of the spillway he balked.
While we were below the grade of the road any alert passenger,
a kid in the back seat looking down through the break in the
foliage, could see us; here and for the next fifty feet was not
the place to stop. We had to go on or back into the culvert.
I took his hand and pulled him along, that's
all it took there, and we gained the shelter of some rock and
trees at the top of an even steeper scramble leading down to
the broken culvert. Here he really had a problem and so we rested
and talked.
Back there when you said some kids liked it
that way what did you mean? Do they like you with no hair cos
then you're smooth like them, like me?
That and cos they don't like to get hair caught
in their teeth. Also when I have no hair then I am cleaner. And
I get a better tan.
He seemed satisfied with that and turned the
talk to when I thought he would get hair. I tried to tell him
if he let the hair on his head grow longer then the hair round
his cock would grow sooner but he saw through that right awaysomeone
else had told him just the opposite.
We talked about where we were goingdown along
the river to where it meets the trail your mum is on; maybe we
can spy on them but probly we'll have to turn back sooner than
that to beat them back to our camp. Finally we got around to
him being scared to climb down over the rocks and it was not
without a bit of coercion that I was able to get him to trust
me and let me help him down. Getting down was the hard part I
told him, getting back up would be easy. Suffice it to say that
with all the hands on contact the climb down engendered, I was
quite hard by the time he slid off my shoulders. My cock slid
between his legs as he passed by and I gave him a kiss when his
face met mine.
For being so brave and trusting, I said and
I thought about how this boy who was so quick to strip naked
with me had to be convinced so to try this climb. Other kids
would climb a rock without qualm, but not get naked, not by a
long shot. There was an electrifying moment as our cocks, pressed
between our bellies, mine bent painfully down, his as erect as
ever it was, touched heads. I felt him shudder and saw him smile.
Our penises just got better acquainted, he
said.
As his feet touched the ground I hugged him
again and praised him.
He levered himself back with his hands on
my shoulders from where I was leaning against the rock face of
the spillway and pointed at my erection pointing at his. He was
standing on a rounded section of culvert high enough that we
were head to head so to speak. He arched his back so we touched
again. He shuddered.
It feels tingly all over when I do that, he
said. Why is that?
Its like that with a man and a boy Alek.
But I don't get that feeling when I touch
with my other cousin, my boy cousin, Jamie. It just feels good
then.
When boys do it its for fun Alek, but with
a boy and a man it is more than fun. The tingle is the difference.
Maybe it is love.
So that means you love me? Not the same way
my mum loves me though.
No, and not the same way your cousin loves
you either. There are lots of ways of love.
When you said that some kids don't like to
get hair in their teeth is that cos they put their mouth on your
penis? Me and Jamie did that sometimes when we sleep over, but
I thought only kids did it.
Does it feel good when Jamie sucks on you?
Yes! Very good.
Why should you think it would feel any less
good when you get to be a man?
But isn't it wrong for a man and a boy to...
you know... do things?
Here and now it is probly wrong for you and
me just to be naked together, outside, in a park like this. But
at the kind of place your mum took you when you were younger
it was not wrong, nor would it be wrong for me to take you to
such a place even now. As far as "doing things", well,
some folks would say that what you do with Jamie is wrong too.
But in other times and places and even today in some other cultures
none of that is wrong, in fact in some cultures it is part of
a boy's education and initiation. The elder man sucks from the
boy's fountain of youth and the young boy drinks from the man's
well of knowledge.
Drinks? Like drinks his pee?
No, not his pee, but his sperm.
I know about sperm. That comes later.
In one culture I read about they believe that
a boy will never get sperm until he first sucks it out of a man,
then it will start to grow in his own body. In other cultures
a young boy's first sperm belongs to the shaman. Boys prepare
for marriage by learning to have sex from other men first.
Why don't kids do that where we live now?
Cos kids today are too busy watching television
and learning about sex from books and movies. And cos somewhere
along the line somebody decided it was wrong, that it was easier
to deny that children could be sexual beings than to teach them
how deal with it. Just the same with learning to drink wine and
shoot guns. So instead today kids get drunk and kids shoot each
other cos they have no respect for the power of these tools.
It is the same with sexyou are told so much it is wrong that
by the time you get old enough to try it out for your Self you
don't know how and have no respect for the consequences.
What's consequences?
Results. What happens when you do something.
You know Alek, you are very good for a seven-going-on-eight and
I really enjoy sitting out here in the sun with nothing on talking
with you but we should save some of this for later and get on
with our walk so we can get back before your mum.
He agreed and we skipped on down the streambed
to where it presently intersected a bike trail. We could hear
voices talking about a turtle on the trail and Alek was quick
to identify his mother and cousin. They were on a rise to our
right and we stood back from the crossing and waited quietly
until we could be sure they were going away, back towards the
far end where they started.
So, they have already been this far and started
back, I said, then we have maybe an hour or an hour and a half
before they arrive at camp. We should start back now too.
I want to see the turtle first, Alek whispered.
We waited a moment longer and then went out
to the trail and up the rise, looking carefully for them, for
a turtle, and of course keeping a wary eye for any bicyclists.
They would be hardest to hide from. The turtle was there. A baby
one, no more than a few weeks old I guessed. That done, we beat
a hasty retreat to the crossing and up the streambed to the spillway.
I noted that all the recent intrigue had not dimmed Alek's ardour;
he was still just as stiff as when he first stripped off his
clothes. Without trying to embarrass the boy I made light of
it and he said that it wasn't always that way.
Really, its just that I'm so excited to be
naked with you. I hope we can do this again. I have so many questions.
And I have so many more things to show and
tell I thought. But I said, as I took my position against the
wall and offered him "ten fingers",
Be careful with that hook you don't catch
it in my nose.
He pushed his erection down with his thumb
and let it snap back against his belly and smiled up at me.
Its not that hard; it bends.
And then of course he wriggled and slithered
all the way up, pressing against me and catching it on my chin,
lips, and nose, saying oops and sorry with a giggle each time.
Unbeknownst to both of us my hat bail caught on his hook and
as he climbed it lifted my hat off. When he finally stood above
me and saw he got into a fit of giggling that threatened his
sanity. I wished I had my camera.
We trotted through the tunnel, recovered the
trash bags and left the full one, tossing it up to the verge
of the road overhead. Someone from the road patrol would get
it later. Then we moved steadily back along the trail until it
brought us out across from the gate to our campground where once
again we had to cross the road. This time there were no cars
parked and we walked over and slipped through the gate.
Time for a soda Alek, and maybe some ice cream.
3
And maybe some more questions too? Do boys
really suck men?
Don't ask questions you already know the answer
to Alek.
Then... I know I want to suck you. I want
to know what its like and I want to get your sperm, so I can
grow some. And I think you want to suck me too. I hope you do
cos I figure you can do it better than Jamie.
We sat together on the couch eating B&J's.
I held the tub while he used his free hand to test the size of
what he was talking himself into. As luck would have it his mother
arrived just in the nick of time. We both heard her car's approach
and the spell was broken. He was dressed in a second and me,
with less to put on, in two.
Maybe next time Alek. I hope we can do this
again before I leave.
And if not then maybe someday I can come in
your caravan with you.
He hugged me again and walked away.