Further down his back his tan skin became browner, there was no tan-line as with boys who wore shorts all the time. My beard tickled his nates as I lowered my face into his arse crack. He giggled and moaned in the same breath. My tongue ran round the circle of his sphincter. I drew back and peered into this abyss as deeply as I could. I was falling, falling... Falling like Alice in Wonderland, down a hole that led to... Where? I had no idea. But whatever the cost to me I wanted to go down that hole. Maybe I would find a little sign that said "Eat Me".

 

 

Zen and the Way of A Human

--So? said Anders, why can't he like both, love both? I like girls, but right now I don't love one. I love hr.Kim here. If you don't love somebody, you end up loving yourself, or hating yourself because you're afraid to love, or because you're scared to. People are hysterical about sex anyhow.     Guy Davenport, The Jules Verne Steam Balloon

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Prelude

I want to come on a motorcycle tour with you UncleIan, like my cousin Bobby did when he was nine and you took him to North Carolina. Do you have any place in mind that you'd like to visit? How much time and money are you willing to spend? I've got all summerI just want to travel with you. Valeri is going to do my paper route. I guess I'll spend what it takes but I want to save some for school too. Bobby didn't have to spend anything did he? He told me all about your trip but he didn't mention any money. Well Mikey, Bobby didn't have a job like you, he was nine, you're fifteen; but he did pay his own food. Is that a bigger motorcycle than the one you took Bobby on? That one was blue. He showed me a picture and it looks smaller than this one. The one he went on was a 750cc Honda, this one is a 1000cc BMW; its not only bigger but better as well. That's good cos I'm bigger and better than him. We'll see how much better you are if and when you get to go on this ride but you're bigger for sure, if you get much more bigger you're gonna bust right out of your shorts.

UncleIan patted the boy's thigh and then stretched his arm over the lad's shoulder; for a few moments he sorted through a quick succession of visions of what had been the tour with Bobby and what could be the tour with Mikey. The two talked long into the evening sitting on the glider on the porch. UncleIan was visiting his sister and Mikey was her youngest. Below where they sat a sort of red BMW gleamed in the night and when the air moved just so Mikey could smell the oil and the heat.

He too was thinking, of all Bobby had told him of his tour, the places they'd seen and adventures they'd had on the road from New Hampshire south along the Blue Ridge Highway all the way to North Carolina and back through Washington DC and Vermont. He was excited about the possibilities of sharing some of those same adventures. His other cousin, Beaver, had told him some things about the uncle they held in common.

They eventually worked out a plan, subject of course to the approval of the boy's parents, that would take them west and south from Denver, over the mountains and then east to Austin before returning. Now all that remained was for Mikey to finish his school year with passing grades and collect all the gear UncleIan had indicated he would need.

Actually they would travel pretty light considering the sort of car camping Mikey's family was used to. If anything, Mikey's challenge would be to pare down the kit he usually carried to something that would fit in less than one of the BMW's side trunks.

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Position One

The first of July they set out on a sunny warm day with a forecast of thunderstorms and possible tornadoes in the afternoon. UncleIan expected they would be over the mountains by then, perhaps they would take a motel room if necessary, but the plan would be subject to alterations, that's what plans are all about, and in fact he headed north and west to make their first night at Sulphur Hot Springs. During the previous few days they had spent some time loading and unloading the bike and going on short rides to see how they fit together on the machine and how the luggage carried. Mikey was impressed with the power and speed of the BMW and his confidence grew from hugging his uncle tightly to leaning back against the pack between himself and the center trunk. UncleIan had arranged the load so the boy was snugly sandwiched in and so provided himself with a backrest of boy; a boyrest as it were, a backrest with arms and hands that might be put to good use.

Instead of heading west over Berthold Pass they went north first and then west over a lesser pass, arriving at Sulphur Hot Springs in the late afternoon. Ian checked them in to a motel a short walk from the springs and then arranged with their host for a private pool. They moved all their luggage into their room and covered the bike before walking to the springs. Ian tried to get Mikey to see the land as it was long ago before the invasion of the white men, to see how it looked as the Indians saw itas a magical place of powerful medicine.

Try to imagine what this place looked like in the winter Mikey. Snow piled deep everywhere, the passes almost impossible to traverse. Yet right here, spread before you, was an oasis of grass, of warmth, with steaming water bubbling from the ground. What makes the water hot? I guess the crust of the earth is thin here and the water melting from the snow in the mountains percolates down through cracks in the rock under the surface until it comes in contact with the hot rocks below. Then the hot water is boiled upwards to these pools. Not all the surface water makes that trip, some stays on the surface, so by arranging to mix the cold and the hot you can get the pools just the way you like. When the Indians lived here the pools were open natural areas that anyone could use but when the white men came they did not see the magic, but only a place to make money, to get rich quick. Such is the greed of our kind Mikey.

When theyd arrived at the spa and were inside the enclosure of their pool Ian stripped off the shorts and shirt he'd been driving in and slid into the hot water. Mikey watched him for a moment, tested the water with his toe and then his hand but seemed reluctant to undress. Ian told him that if he wore his cloths into the pool the chemicals and minerals in the water would not do the fabric any good.

What about all those people in the big pool? Is the water the same there? Some of them rent costumes from the spa. That's the price they pay for being prudes, that's the price our society pays for being so self-conscious. Are you so ashamed of your body that you would hide it Mikey? You are a beautiful boy, let your self out of those rags and come in here and enjoy the water. What if they see me? So what if they see you. If they are truly Human, if they have any brains, any taste whatever, they will admire you. I got to pee.

When the boy returned from the toilet he undressed in the darkest corner he could determine and slid into the water across from his uncle. The pool was rectangular, with stepped sides so you could sit at different depths. Ian was sitting low so only his head was out of the water. Presently he stood and went to the bubbler for a drink. When he returned he sat on a higher step and invited Mikey to get a drink and then sit in front of him where he could massage the lads shoulders. Beaver had told Mikey this was part of the ritual, the first step, the first contact. He would be expected to massage Ian's shoulders in turn. Mikey went along and the two changed places several times during the next hour.

Thunder was rumbling in the distance when they left the pool and rinsed under a cold clear shower. On the way back to their motel they ate a light supper and then at the motel, after they had taken proper showers and were laying wrapped in towels on the double bed the rain began to come down heavily. Ian had the television on looking for news of the storm. Outside was dark with the rain and the night and their conversation was on and off between news items.

Give me your hand. Why are you holding my hand? Cos you're my sister-son and I love you. I'm not gay you know. I know. But you are Human I hope. What's that supposed to mean. I tell you tomorrow while we ride. The storm is getting worse; I'm going to check the bike.

Ian threw off his towel and strode to the door. He looked out at first, the rain was cold and blowing in, and then he slip'd out and closed the door. Mikey got up and tightened his towel about his waist before looking out and as he did Ian came back in and stood dripping on the floor.

 

I need your help out there Mikey. We have to move the bike, wedge it between some trucks or get it up on the deck here close to the building so it will not blow over. Leave your towel here; you'll want it when you come back in. Butwhat if someone sees? Like I said before my dear boy; if they have any taste at all they will admire you and perhaps they might wish they could be so bold. Maybe they will even be envious of me. But then nobody in their right mind will be out there in this rain. Let's go.

Mikey cast off his towel and followed his uncle out into the storm. They found a wheelchair access ramp several yards away, in the corner of the quadrangle, and after a bit of backing and forthing were able to manoeuvre the bike to a sheltered spot next to the door to their room. Then the lights when out. Inside again they toweled off and got into bed. Both were asleep soon despite the noise of the storm.

 

Position Two

The morning was cool and clear and after dressing warm they got off to an early start. Breakfast down the road a piece, Ian said. However there were branches down along the road and some wet and muddy spots that gave some idea of the wind during the night. Not a mile beyond town the road was under water so they returned for breakfast and waited. The day warmed quickly and by mid morning they'd changed back to shorts and jumpers and were on their way, west, down into the high desert.

The BMW was equipped with an intercom between their helmets however Ian did not always use it. From time to time he would touch the boy's bare knee and then point to some animal or sign that struck his fancy. Eventually Mikey began to touch Ian's shoulder or to reach under his arm and touch his thigh and point in the same manner.

After they had been on the road for an hour Mikey remembered the matter of Humans and People that Ian said he would tell about. He found the talk-button for the intercom.

UncleIan tell me more about Humans that you start'd to mention last night. I believe some folk are Humans and some folk are Peoples. That is Human with a capital H and People with a capital P. I believe the human race is in the midst of an evolutionary split, branching off a new species. Perhaps this branching has been going on for thousands of years and has thousands of years to go before it is complete and the resultant new species will no longer be able to interbreed but it is happening right now. So you mean that some people are People and some people are Human? How can you tell them apart? You said you think I am Human. How do you know that? What are you? Firstly it is too early in this process for there to be two separate species like cats and dogs that cannot breed together. Homo sapiens is more like all dogs but different kindsyou knowlike collies and shepherds and boxers, lots of mongrels too. Later, as evolution proceeds we will be more like cats and rabbitsdid you know that cats and rabbits could interbreed? Sometimes you get cats with long ears and large hind legs that like to hop and sometimes you get rabbits with short ears and long tails. We are getting to be that way now. Less like dogs, more like cats and rabbits. So how do you tell Humans from Peoples? Humans just are, they simply exist. Humans be-ing. Humans don't divide everything, including themselves, into little boxes with labels like Catholic or Protestant, Gay or Straight, or even male or female. Peoples like to do that, sort and catagorise, define and label. Peoples are forever proclaiming their uniqueness and then telling you which set they are a part of, which sameness they adhere to. Robert Heinlein wrote that a human being should be able to do anything from change a diaper to comfort the dying, pitch manure to programme a computer, cook a tasty meal and die gallantly. Specialisation is for insects, he wrote. Gays miss out on a lot of fun. Like every other minority, by staying to themselves, while Humans try everything, experiment with all sorts of things and ways of doing things. Peoples tend to be narrow-minded, dull, self-centered, egotisticalthey think of their self first. Humans tend to be broad-minded, intelligent, compassionatethey tend to think of their community first. Keep in mind once again that there is not a clear division yet. Each individual today may display both Human and People characteristics. Some folks will be clearly one way or the other but many will be hard to place. Also remember that this penchant to categorise is in itself a People trait; none of this makes any difference to Humans. But the point is that species tend to breed true. So for instance as one child matures and learns to appreciate the problems of over-population they will have fewer children and consequently be better able to provide for the few they have. While another child, not as well educated, may have many children that are not well provided for who will in turn have still more. Each of these children is a potential mate and they will tend to mate with their own kind. So the rich get richer and the poor get poorer... And the smart get smarter and the stupid get stupider right? Right! Very perceptive of you to see that. Another Human trait my dear. Peoples tend to dismiss this entire debate out of hand. Humans at least will consider it. Just like red hair and blue eyes, left handedness and facial appearance are hereditary so also is intelligence. But mostly we as a society are unwilling to admit to that last part.

They had turn'd south along the western foothills of the mountains and eventually came to Grand Junction. Ian piloted them through the city on the truck route and on the far side found a campground where he had previously stay'd on another tour in this area. They checked in and found a site in the wooded back corner, on a cul-de-sac. It was a ways from the toilets but there would be little traffic. The grass was not worn out and the neighbors they had were of the same mind as Ianthe extra distance to walk was worth the little bit of quiet and privacy. The several short day trips this man and boy had been on served to establish a routine for coming into camp and now they were able to unload the bike and set up their camp with a minimum of conversation. Mikey knew how to choose a place to set the hammock, tonight it would be on the groundin truth he was fairly torn between a desire to sleep in it hanging between two trees despite its flimsy appearance and sleeping on solid ground where he knew he would not fall out of bed.

Grand Junction in its heyday was a major railroad terminus, hence its name. Not too far from their camp was a railroad museum that embodied much of the spirit of the old days of the iron horse and the steel rails that bound the young republic together and at the same time marked the demise of the Indian's way of life on the open range. With the bike relieved of its luggage it was as if a different machine and without his backrest Mikey had to hold on to somethinghe chose the torso of his uncle. They went off to visit the museum for a few hours and then found an old diner for supper and coffee. The chautauqua of the morning had not been lost on the boy and he eagerly joined in Ian's game of watching those around him and trying to decide whether they might be People or Human in spite of what that, in and of itself, said about their own Human-ness.

Ian used a chopstick he had brought from his wallet and casually pointed...

That boy, Mikey, is looking aroundexploringa human trait if there ever was one, especially in contrast to that one who is pouting and angrybored no doubt. You have to see that being bored is his own choice but he will be blaming his parents; that is the way of the bored. That waitress is friendly even though she looks tired, that she enjoys her work gives her strength; while this one is surly, she is working only for the tips and didn't get what she thinks she's worth. See that girl helping her younger sibling; and then that other one sitting with her feet out in the aisle. And that kid over there, with the red hair and blue hat, is that a boy or a girl? A girl. No wait. I'm not sure, maybe a boy. What do you think? He... She... is smiling at me. Must be a girl then. Don't be too sure. Boys can smile too. I'd like it to be a boy but I'd have to watch a while to be sure. And if it was a boy then one of us might be jealous, eh?

After supper it was a short quiet ride back to their camp. The evening had grown cool, Mikey was thinking only about his wool jumper and hugged close to the warm back of his uncle. When the bike was covered for the night and they had returned from the toilets Ian undressed and shook out his cloths before diving into the hammock and his royal purple light weight down bag. Mikey continued to stand outside wondering how all that had happened so fast, thinking about all that he had seen that day, all he had learnt. He look'd around, trying to see if he could see anyone else, if he could then could they see him. Finally he figured it didn't really matter and he stripped and crawled into the light down bag that was nose to toe with Ian's.

How come you like to sleep naked? How come you like to do everything naked? Less you wear your cloths the less you have to wash 'em. You also need to appreciate the difference between nude and naked. Did my mum tell you I sometimes wet my bed? No, she didn't; I think that she would expect you to tell me that if you want'd me to know. I use to wet my bed til I was 12 or 13 especially when I was really tired. Still do once in a great while. Bobby told me how you helped him learn to not wet. I ate-over at his house once and he helped me the way you showed him but it end'd up we both wet. Will you help me? Its gonna cost you extra. You mean I have to pay more than just for my own food so you'll help me not wet the bed? Not money but effort. We'll work at this together. Please explain. Sleep together - nude. I'll be nudeyou'll be naked. Are you trying to seduce me? I told you - I'm not gay. I know you're not gay. Nor am I. Remember I don't believe in that division. You are a boy, I am a man; boys and men have been sleeping together for centuries. Why do you suppose that lots of women shave their legs? And that's not the only thing they shave. I just don't wanna grow up gay. Not a problem Mikey. First of all you shouldn't want to grow up; that's hazardous to your health. Second, if you don't wanna be gay then don't be gay. That is a state of mind more than anything else. Just remember that there is nothing wrong with having a sexual relationship with a man or another boy as long as you both know what you are doing and as long as you both are making that choice. As long as you keep your mind open and don't get bogged down with the idea that you have some sort of label affixed to your forehead where everyone else can read it then you will be able to do anything you want. You also need to remember that not everyone else believes the same as me; that some people would rather have their label and all the restrictions that a label implies. I'm gay so I can't have sex with a womanI'm straight, what will everyone think if I have sex with a manI'm a grown-up, its not right for me to have sex with a boy. Let me ask you this MikeyWhat's the difference between a boy and a man. And don't answer right away; I want you to think about that for a day or two. What do I need to do now so you will help me? Turn your sleeping bag round this way...

Ian arranged the boy as he had his cousin on that boy's tour ten years ago. They lay together like nested spoons, the boy curled in front of his man, laying on one sleeping bag, covered with the other. The man reach'd across the boy from behind and took up the lad's whizzle. He pull'd back the foreskin and grasped the glans, letting it stiffen in his hand. Ian explained that he would sleep that way, holding the boy, and when he felt the boy begin to pee he would waken him.

 

Do you remember that Bobby was circumcised? Which way do like better? Are you circumcised? If you don't remember from last night then you will have to wait until you can find out on your own. When you go to sleep now I want you to think about waking up in three hours so you can go out and pee. Think about that, think -wake up in three hours, say it over and over, -wake up in three hours. Goodnight UncleIan.

Mikey went  to sleep with Ian whispering in his earthree hours Mikey, wake in three hours, and then he was asleep himself. Three hours later Mikey was dragging himself up out of a deep well. Ian was still holding onto him and the boy peeled away the man's fingers and then quietly unzipped the side of the hammock and crawled out from the warm sleeping bag on his hands and knees into the cool night. Beyond the motorcycle, across the cul-de-sac, a dog walked through another campsite, sniffing, marking. He look'd at Mikey for a moment and then went on. The boy sat back on his haunches and watched as the dog peed on a tree; a little shiver ran through him, he scratched behind his ear and wondered. What was it like to pee on a tree... He trotted over to the tree the hammock was tied to, loping like a dog might, and raised his leg. He was stiff enough in the cold to get a good effect and when his bladder was empty he stood away from the tree a bit and thought about what it must be like to be a dog and have to lick one's self clean. Now he was awake and some excitement of the night stole over him. Forgetting his nakedness, or ignoring it, he walked further away, wary of any motion around him, smelling the air, listening, feeling the ground with his bare toes. He soon found himself several campsites beyond his own and realised he was enjoying this surreptitious perambulation. How far could he get... So he kept going... Half an hour later he had walked clear around the caravan park and was back beside the motorcycle. Now he wondered what it would be like to ride nude and resolved to try one day soon. He look'd down at himself and considered how he had shrunk in the cold and then he remembered how warm it was in the sleeping bag.

Ian had turn'd over and at the touch of the boy's cold flesh he woke. Mikey shivered against the warmth of his uncle and reach'd around to hug himself close. The man went back to sleep as the boy's hand tested the cushion of his pubic hair. My what thick cushiony hair you have UncleIan, the boy thoughtall the better to hide what you are after, UncleIan would have responded had he been awake. As it was the boy found what he was after and took the measure of it in his hand. He pull'd back the foreskin and held the glans as it lengthened and thickened in his hand. He felt himself thicken and lengthen as he warmed and as his excitement grew and he felt his own foreskin retract as his glans probed past Ian's perineum.

Mikey wondered if Bobby had done this; Ian dreamed of Scotty who had. Mikey stroked Ian, as the man had done for him as he dropped off to sleep earlier, and remembered a time when he was six and his sister seven.

It was his first experience with his sex. He and his sister were really twins tho they were born a week aparta rare occurrence to be sureit was said he had kicked her out of his mother's womb a week early so he would have more room to grow but in fact he was the smaller of the two. Despite that they were biological twins they celebrated their birthdays a week apart and for that week between their parties she was always a year older. It was during that time that she would remind him that he would have to obey her cos she was olderand he would. He worshiped her. She was bigger. Because of the perversity of rules she was a grade ahead of him in school. But they still would bathe together when ever the opportunity presented.

Their mother was working in the garden that September Sunday afternoon, Mikey had just start'd school and she'd sent the children in to bathe for they were dirty from having work'd with her. Lisa and Mikey went to the bathroom and she began to fill the tub with warm water, adding a large dose of her favourite bubble bath. Lisa went behind her mothers dressing screen to undress. Both agreed that they should not watch the other disrobe tho Mikey tried to question this rational he was at a loss for words. It was all right for them to bathe together but not permitted to watch each other undress. They both still had their first teeth; Lisa's were loose and she would loose one in the next hour. Mikey was in the tub when she call'd out from behind the screen that he must close his eyes so she could join him. He did and in a moment he felt the water change and then her foot snake between his legs and her crotch fold around his foot and she sat into the water up to their chests. Ok, you can look now she said.

At first they soaked. He felt her toes exploring, playing with his boyness. He felt with his toes what he knew to be her girlness but had forgotten what it really look'd like. His big toe slip'd inside her and she smiled at him as her toe tried to grab at his increasing stiffness. Then they washed themselves and took turns ducking under the water to wet their hair. Mikey had to pee.

He got out of the tub and went to the toilet. Wait she said, I want to hold it for you. And so he stood and pee'd with his hands behind his head as Lisa aimed him round the bowl of the commode. When they had been sitting back in the tub for a few minutes she told him to stand up in front of her. Ever eager to please, he did as she want'd. The suds and water ran from his smooth skin except for one large cloud that seem'd impaled on his whizzle. Hooking a finger in front of her nose she called him closer. Sliding his feet over the speckled bottom of the tub, one on each side of her legs, he moved forward until when he felt his ankles pass the sides of her knees she motioned him to stop. The mound of bubble bath suds clinging to his peg was about level with her face and she reach'd behind her head for the douche and rinsed it away. He was startled by the spray of cool water but stood his ground and she played the spray over his chest and belly and crotch. Can I touch you again, she ask'd in a curious husky voice? He nodded. She set aside the douche and placed one hand on his thigh. Her other hand, index finger out-stretched, approached the end of his penis slowly.

She touched him, pushing the excess of his foreskin side to side. Then she added her thumb and pushed his foreskin back. Her other hand had moved to cup under his balls and those fingers scratched behind them. He began to stiffen as she toy'd with him and she watched, as fascinated as he was, his hands hanging at his sides. She reach'd behind him and placed her hands on his nates, brought him closer until her lips closed over his boyness and pushed her loose front tooth aside. After a moment she recovered the tooth from beneath her tongue and set it aside in the soap dish to give to the Tooth Fairy later. Then she stood to face him and helped him inside her. All this time Mikey remained fascinated by her attention and the pleasurable feelings he experienced. She pull'd him closer and pushed him back, showing him the rhythm that would give her the pleasure she had previously found in her fingers. Mikey dreamed all this as he held onto his uncle and finally came between his legs.

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Position Three

In the morning Mikey's hand was sticky with His Uncles cum and Ian's crotch was sticky with boy cum. They walked, wrapped in towels and warm jumpers, through the matutinal twilight to an aubade shower together. The morning fog had lifted by the time they left Grand Junction and headed west for a while and then south through Utah.

 

Last night you said you would sleep nude and I would sleep naked but we both didn't have anything on so what's the difference? It is one of purpose Mikey, or intent. Both naked and nude mean to be without clothing but the implication of each is different. If you were to pose a group of young women, without clothing, in a clear forest pool, and make a photograph, the women would be nude. Your photograph could be titled Water Nymphs at Play in the Forest, it would be classed as art; you might sell it to a calendar publisher. If however your photograph was of several girls in the same pose, without clothing, they would be naked children, molested naked children, and your art would now be pornography. Nothing is different but the age of the subject. Nude is perceived to be by choice while naked happens by duress. One swims or bathes nude but one would be stripped naked if by another. So last night you were nude cos you want'd to be, cos you always sleep that way, but I was naked cos you want'd me to be that way. Right, up to a point. Remember that it was still your choice to undress so in a sense you really were as nude as I. Its not like I ripped your cloths off. Did you molest me? Do you think Bobby molested you that time you ate over at his house and the two of you end'd up wetting the same bed? No. I don't think so. We were just playing together. But you're a man and I'm just a boy. Don't try to hide behind a phrase like "just a boy". What difference does that make? Who led who back there between you and Bobby? I don't really want to know however remember that you were the leader last night. Even if I am the supposed adult. Are you mad at me UncleIan? No my dear Mikey, I love you very much, I can never be mad at you. I am angry at the society that poisons your mind with guilt and blame. Do you think it should be Ok to molest kids? No! Molest is wrong. Rape is wrong. But what we did last night, what you did last night, is no different really than what you and Bobby did. Why is one molest and the other the games of children? If you were five or seven then maybe my telling you to sleep nude might be molest but you are fifteen, you can make up your own mind.

The sun came up over their left shoulders to beat down upon their thighs before they arrived at the Truck Stop Hotel. Ian checked them in to a double with access to the roof pool. They parked the bike and in two trips each moved their entire luggage to an east room on the top floor. Mikey had seen the pool at ground level but was not aware of the one on the roof until Ian said they could swim for a few hours before tea. Mikey look'd out of the window, down at the pool in front of the hotel, full of kids and noise. Ian ask'd him if he'd feel Ok about a clothing optional pool. Not like the hot springs, he said, but one where everyone will be nude.

Mikey was quite surprised by the idea of a pool on the roof; he was even more surprised by what he found there. It filled the hollow formed by the long rectangle of three decks of hotel rooms of which theirs was in the upper east corner. At the west end there was a concession offering cheese platters and beverages. At the east end, overlooking the highway stretching below them north and south was a tangle of ferns and palms, an anomalous oasis in the desert. Along either side of the pool was a deck, as wide as the rooms beneath, on which were strewn lounges and tables, some occupied some not. Everyone they could see was as nude as they when they stepped from the lift. They swam a few laps and then lay in the sun. Mikey complained about the sunburn on the fronts of his legs and how it look'd strange and Ian suggested he lay on his front so to catch the rays on the back of his legs. Tomorrow, he said, they would spend more time walking in the desert to get more sun all over. But for now, he changed his mind, turn over again and I will rub some lotion on your legs.

What if I get an erection? It won't be the first time. That was the first time I ever road nude in a lift. You're doing a lot of first-time things on this trip. Every day of your life there must be at least one these days. Do you remember the red-haired person in the blue hat? The one you want'd to be a boy and I thought was a girl cos she smiled at me? I've decided he's a boy for sure. How can you be so sure? He's standing over by the palm trees, just came out of the water. Gimmie my towel. Why do you want your towel? Cos he'll see me naked. So's he. You won't tell him I thought he was a girl, eh?

By this time Mikey had sat up and was looking at the red-haired youth standing with a man across the pool from them. The boy turn'd just then and looking across right at Mikey smiled again. He look'd about Mikey's age now, without a doubt a boy but still with a hint of a girlish face. The man was large and hairy, they did not look at all like father and son, and he gave the boy a slap on his bum as the lad dove into the water headed for Mikey.

Hi! My name's Jason, he said as he came like a seal from the pool and sat on the edge. Mikey had moved away from where Ian lay reading in the sun when he saw the boy swimming towards them and now squatted with his feet in the wide gutter.

My name's MichaelMikey my uncle calls me, he added as he reach'd to shake hands. Later he would tell Ian that was the first time he had shaken hands with another nude. Jason continued to lead the conversation as they exchanged particulars.

 

I remember you from that restaurant in Grand Junction. Is that your uncle? Ya. We're travelling on his motorcycle for a few weeks around the southwest. What about you? I'm travelling with my father's best friend. They've known each other since Scouts so this guy is like an uncle to me. We're driving in his truckwe drove all the way from Virginiacome over here and you can see it.

Jason grabbed Mikey's hand and pull'd him up and away towards the low wall that enclosed the rooftop. Mikey look'd back for a moment and gave a quick wave to Ian and let himself be pull'd along. The truck was a sleek Peterbuilt sleeper-cab, all blue and chrome with a huge trailer. Jason explained that it was full of computer stuff they were moving to some company show in San Diego. They would hang around for a week and drive it all the way back east. What a way to spend the summer, eh?

 

So who were the people you were with in the restaurant where I saw you? And how come you smiled at me that way? That's Peter's he's my man, over there that's his ex-wife and their snotty kids. She and him use to drive together but when she start'd having kids she didn't want to travel anymore and he didn't want to give up his truck. So they split. I'm happy for that I guess, in a way, cos I never would have had the chance to ride himto ride with him. But I smiled at you cos I was hoping I'd meet you. What a wish, eh, and here we are talking together now. I guess I was a little lonely for someone my age. I mean Peter's great to meteaching me all sorts of neat things and we are seeing ever so much on this drive. But its just not the same. What's not the same? Being with another boy. Come on, show me your motorcycle.

Mikey look'd around the roof and decided that they would have to get beyond the copse of ferns and palms to see the bike. The wall came in toward the pool before the end of the roof so the only approach might be from the water. The boys dove in and swam along under the over hanging ferns and creepers looking for a path. There was probably a way into the jungle from below deck but not from here. Finally they found a vine midway across that would take their weight. It was behind some ferns that would fairly well shield their exit in case some attendant might get upset and in a moment they were crawling through the undergrowth toward the east wall. There was a narrow walk along the wall and a shed of sorts at corner of the roof that must have been the gardeners egress. Below them the red BMW sat in the shadow, tiny compared to the Peterbuilt on the other side. As they stood there leaning over the wall Jason put his arm around Mikey's waist and gave a bit of a hug.

 

I'm really happy that we were able to meet finally. I mean after I saw you at the restaurant yesterday I was thinking about you all night and all day. And here we are. And what a place to meetthis is great! What do you mean? Why did you think I was someone you'd want to meet? I dunno Mikey, I just did. When you look'd at me across that dining room I just knew I want'd to meet you. Right then my uncle and me, his name's Ian, were talking about the differences between Peoples and Humans and trying to guess if certain kids we saw were boys or girls. Its a game we play. People or Human, boy or girl. What did you guess me as? We decided you were Human but some of the kids you were with were peoples. How about boy or girl? Well... Ian was hoping you would be a boy. He was quite happy to tell me he'd guessed right when he saw you today. I thought you were a girl from the way you smiled at me. I'm sorry. I almost thought you were flirting then. That's OK. Maybe I was flirting. Sometimes I wonder about my Self. I've been mistaken for a girl before. Its my looks I know. I've even played it up.

Jason went on telling Mikey how he had dressed in a friends skirt and blouse once. He'd let two girls shave his legs and then the three of them went street walking together in Richmond. He found it pretty thrilling to get picked up by a man who was expecting sex with a teenage girl only to find a boy under the skirt. As his story went on Jason brought his hand slowly down from Mikey's waist to slide across his nates and let his fingers explore the crack between them. Mikey tensed at first but then found a sense of pleasure at the arousal he experienced.

 

What happened when that guy found out you were a boy. He had me on anyhow. Boys are safer he said, no chance of getting a gay-boy pregnant. An arse is mostly the same as a pussy when all you want is a place to dip your dick. Are you gay Jason? Ya. Aren't you? Maybe I was flirting with you and just didn't know it. I don't know. Really. I don't want to be and my uncle says its my choice. He says you don't have to be gay to have sex with a boy, that Humans have been having man-boy sex for hundreds of years and still having kids as well. He says that gays are limiting their choices. Have you had sex with him? Not really. I mean we slept in the same bed a couple of times but we haven't slept together if you know what I mean. Are you a virgin? I guess so. My cousin showed me once how to do it with my hand.

Jason took Mikey's hand and turn'd him around so they were face to face. Mikey was quite thoroughly aroused and almost embarrassed. Jason told him to relax, boys get hard-ons all the time just that usually they have their clothes to hide behind. He led the virgin back to the bit of jungle and they sat together in the foliage. Jason continued to chat about his life back in Virginia, what it was like at his school, some of what he had seen on the drive across country in the Peterbuilt with his man Peter. At the same time he petted Mikey's thighs and chest and laid the comely youth back on the thick ferns. Mikey was nearly bursting with excitement; his glans had pushed through his foreskin and was wet with precum. Jason touched it lightly, picking up the silvery drop and placing it on his own tongue. Do you want me to make you cum Mikey? Want me to go all the way?

When Jason had earlier mentioned riding his man that was just what he meant but this was the first time he'd had a virgin boy and it was Mikey's first overt homosexual encounter as well. In the boy's mind he was frightened he was really gay and excited over the adventure. Already images of doing this with his uncle were flashing before his eyes. No experience matches one's first blow-job, one's first orgasm at the hand, or mouth, of another. Perhaps there is something to be said for the kind of imprinting that may take place at that time that may turn a boy's preference for all time; perhaps it is that the latent desire determined by other factors finally finds expression in a way acceptable to a boy's peers. Perhaps it matters not a whit either way at that age.

Mikey's orgasm sent a shudder throughout his slender frame and both boys shared a shiver of delight when Jason surfaced hand in hand with him in the middle of the pool a second blow-job later. They each said they would look for the other at supper or breakfast and went off to find their respective men.

After supper Mikey and Jason found their way to a shop where Mikey purchased a package of disposable razors. Then he found a shop where he was able to buy three sets of the same brand French bikini underwear Ian wore, when he wore any at all that was. Mikey would never wear the plain vanilla BVDs again. Maybe he would never proclaim to be gay but at the same time he was going to make the best of his new experience.

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UncleIan did you ever have sex with a boy? Yes. Would you tell me about any of those times? Would you have sex with me? Hmmm... Yes and no. Or maybe that should be no and yes. What is it you would like to know? That boy, yesterday, Jason? He really is a boy but some part of him inside is like a girl. He was not angry when I told him what I thought when I first saw him and he smiled at me that I thought he was a girl. I thought he was flirting with me. He thinks he might have been. He has sex with the man he's travelling with and he showed me, he did to me, I let him... So you're not a virgin any more. Does it matter? Do you still love me. Oh yes Mikey, perhaps even more. What he did was good for you I'm sure. Do you think he is gay? Does he think he is? And how do you feel about your Self now? He thinks he is gay but I was the first boy he has had. Mostly he does it with men, guys he meets on the street. He told me about one of his teachers, and his Dad even knows the man he is trucking with is gay and still he let him go with him. I think my Dad would bash me if he thought I was gay. Remember what I said earlier Mikey. Gay can be a state of mind, a way of life; I don't believe that homosexual love between boys and men or boys and boys need be defined as gay or the result of declaring one's Self to be gay. You can have a preference for some kind of sexual activity just like you can have a preference for one sport over another but that is not the same as joining a team or having a relationship. You can join a team of one sport but that does not inhibit you from playing at another. You can have sex with boys and marry a woman and have kids too. In America you just don't let anybody find out. You really have to lead a double life, or move out. I see what you mean. Its too bad some people are so hung up on the whole thing. Jason and me really had a great time yesterday. What does all that have to do with your question about sex with me? I think you want to have sex with me. I think you're trying to let me think I'm seducing you when its really the other way round. But at the same time I am trying to seduce you; I guess... I guess that's what I think anyhow. I had a really strange dream the past couple of nights...

Mikey described the dream he'd had the first night he and Ian slept together where his sister sucked on him in the tub. When the same dream occurred last night tho his sister had a beard. He and Ian slept together in the big double bed like they had in the sleeping bag only this time he did wet, right in that part of the dream where his bearded sister had him in her mouth. Then suddenly he was awake with Ian pinching the middle of his penis and a wetness on his belly. When he'd returned from the toilet he knew he would be all right for the rest of the night and they'd slept apart. In the morning they had been up at dawn and off to an early start after breakfast with Peter and Jason. Now it was hours later tho still late morning and the sun was burning his thighs and shoulders but not the rest of him.

Ian must have been reading the boy's mind. He stop'd at a small general store in the town of Mud Spring for gas and they purchased some fruit and cold drinks, bread and cheese, for lunch. A few more miles down a secondary road and they stop'd again. The road had been climbing round the broad shoulder of a prominent hill, the summit must have been over a mile away but Mikey's perception was off in the vast open scrub with little for reference. But here there seem'd to be an oasis. A thin trickle of water ran through a culvert under the road where Ian turn'd the BMW into a wide rest area and drove it behind some bushes.

 

That was not much of a rest stop at the general store. We're going to have a little walk here, some lunch and maybe a nap. Are we gonna get nude? I am; you can if you will. Looks like we could both use some sun on parts of us that don't usually see it. I want to. UncleIan, in one of your letters about India you said the people mostly used squat toilets and that sometime little kids would just shit in the street. What did they wipe themselves with? They used their left hand. Children learn early to use their left hand and then they also learn never to use that hand for touching food, not their own, not any food that they pass to another. Did you really see anyone shit in the street? Yes. Twice. Did you watch them? I know you said you saw them but did you actually watch them? I know what you mean Mikey and yes, I watched one. The first one was a boy of perhaps two or three. He was nude, wandering around in the street near some mud and grass hovels at the edge of the river, where the road crossed over. I was walking with my guide along this road toward the beach and this little boy came out from a hut as we passed. He squatted by the edge of the road and made a little pile of turd and then stood up and walked back to his hut. That one I didn't really watch as I was trying to keep up with Krishna and for him a small boy shitting in the street was an everyday occurrence. Mind you not everyone does that, just the very lower classes who have no toilet. Or perhaps those who consider the street to be their toilet. What about the other one? The other one was also a boy. Younger than you, perhaps seven or ten, he had on shirt and shorts, and was walking through an open lot between rows of cement houses. Some of these housing areas had communal toilets but if you did not live there then perhaps you could not use them. I and my friends were coming from one such home by a different river and crossing this field towards the road nearby. We were in and out amongst the bushes and perhaps in the shade where the boy in the field could not see us, as he would have been looking into the sun. Perhaps he did see us and it did not matter to him. At what age does a child seek privacy for such things and how does the culture they are brought up in make a difference? In the bus terminals in some of the cities there are pissing walls, literally; along behind where there are almost always buses parked is a wall and below it a trench and you stand there to pee. But anyhowthis boy walked into the middle of the field, barefoot, he was probly only as far away as the other side of this road, took off his shorts, he had on no underwear, and he squatted in the dust. All during this he was facing right at where we were walking; it was plain as the nose on your face that he was a boy. His shit came out in a great squirt and then he reach'd between his legs and wiped with his left hand. He wiped his hand in the dirt and wiped himself again, twice, and then stood and walked off, stepping into his shorts as he did. I want to try that. Have you ever? No, I've not. I'm gonna.

They had undressed by now and taking only a tee shirt each, along with the bread and cheese and fruit, went up a narrow track between the bushes. Presently they came out to the spring. There were foot prints of a number of animals in the mud, even some of human children and adults tho there was nobody to be seen at this time. Ian waded into the warm water and commenced to smear the mud all over himself. Mikey followed and then they helped each other cover their backs. They lay there for a while soaking and talking and then walked further up the trail towards the hilltop. The mud dried and cracked and came away in flakes and soon they were bare again. At the top of the hill were some wide flat rocks to sit upon for a picnic lunch and a lay in the sun.

While they lay there Mikey ask'd if he could ride nude. He explained that Jason told him he sometimes spent the whole day nude in the truck, peeing in a funnel that went out through the floor and finally dressing only when it was time to stop for a meal and shower. Ian said that he'd have to think about it, after all they hadn't a funnel nor a floor on the BMW. After napping for an hour they start'd back to the cycle. Mikey decided it was time for him to see if he could shit like the Indian boy.

 

Just be careful of the cactus. One time at home I stood over the toilet and bent over so I could watch it come out of my bum.

Mikey squatted and Ian watched. The boy was tanning nicely Ian thought and he is such a beautiful child. He thought about their earlier conversation and wondered who is trying to seduce who. The boy finished up, satisfied he could do without toilet paper, at least that once and then they went past the muddy spring where he washed his hands. At the cycle Ian explained how he could ride with a tee shirt on but with the front flipped back over his head so only his shoulders were covered. They were going only another ten miles south where there was another place to explore.

Ten miles south and a thousand feet lower brought them to a much different world. The desert was dryer, fewer trees, the earth had taken on a reddish cast where before it was yellowish. The strata were uplifted and caps of weathered sandstone surmounted all the little hills. Ian pull'd the cycle up on its center-stand at sign that said "NO Overnight Parking" and Mikey checked out the trash barrels.

 

We're going to be here for a while Mikey, til late afternoon at least. I was here once a few years ago and I want to explore some of the rocks again. Let's get a small pack together of water and snacks. The trash looks like nobody's been here in days. How do they know if you're parking overnight? Sometimes a ranger drives by late; sometimes they patrol by air in the evening looking for cars. I guess its more of a safety issue than a no camping issue. There is some effort to control the camping and concentrate it in areas that can be serviced but the safety issue is that if any car is found here at night then it has to be assumed that somebody may be in trouble.

The two were nude again but for their sandals and had soon moved away from the cycle and up the track into the rock. Some of the boulders were the size of a small house and all were weathered into fantastic shapes. The sun was hot and the air still and dry. They walked around the base of one of the largest rocks and began to climb up from the side away from the road. In a small shaded crevice at the top of a large flat slab Ian stowed their pack and sandals. They proceeded to climb all over the red rock, slithering in the dust, crawling through weathered holes, playing a kind of hide and seek. Then they could hear a car drive into the parking lot and presently three kids and their parents walked past the BMW and came up the track.

Ian was watching from the shadow of one hole that had an escape to the back side. Mikey was nowhere to be seen. The oldest kid look'd to be a boy about 12 while the other two appeared to be much younger, not the age that were likely to be let clambering over rocks. Ian watched them approach. The older boy stood still, shading his eyes and staring intently at a point on the far side of the rock; likely were Mikey was hiding. As they came closer he wriggled back out of the hole, around into the shadows, then up towards the flat summit. There was no point going back for their shirts, the family was already nearly in sight of the crevice. But as they passed beyond the rock they turn'd away on the main trail. The older boy look'd back and at that moment Mikey came up behind Ian.

 

I was in a crevice on the front side when they first came onto the trail. I was kinda lying sideways in this slot in the rock and my head up under another rock but I could just see them when the older boy look'd right at me and shaded his eyes. I'm sure he could see me, he was looking right at me but he couldn't see my face. I probably look'd like some weird shape in the rock to him. If they stay on that trail they'll go round behind that hill and come out over there at the far end of the parking lot. We should keep an eye out for them tho cos they might come back this way if the little kids get too tired. Let's get our sandals and go round where they might come out if they go all the way and see if we could ambush them. Can we leave off our sandals UncleIan and just go completely nakedI mean nude? No. There're all sorts of little cacti all over this place. All you have to do is brush against one and you'll be picking thorns out of your hide all night.

They did as planned, tho a hasty plan it was, and found a place were they could see from behind a boulder in both directions. Presently the family came out from behind the hill, the oldest boy in the lead. As they went on round the last hill before the parking lot Ian and Mikey sprinted across the height between the two hills and were climbing into the depression on top of their rock when they saw the 12 year-old tuck a piece of paper under the edge of the map cover on the cycle. He turn'd toward the big rock and waved and then ran back to his waiting car.

The flat top was slightly bowled, the center a cracked cake of dust that they were able to lay on and be completely out of sight. Mikey want'd to run back and see what the note said but Ian said the note would still be there whenever they did go down and got out some fruit and water.

 

What is this little bag of razors for Mikey? You planning on taking up shaving on this trip? I want to shave you UncleIan. Me? No. I haven't shaved in ten years, twenty years; I haven't even taken scissors to my beard in ten years. I don't mean your beard. I want to shave your cock and your crotch. Why? I want to suck you but first I want you to have no hair, like Jason. Did you and Jason get to know each other that well in the short time you were playing in the pool? Oh ya. You're not angry are you? No. Delighted. So now you're not a virgin anymore? Did he get you at both ends? We only sucked. He left my other end for you. So why do you want to shave me? You're not ready for a big hairy cock? I thought I'd start out with you like Jason and then as your hair grows back I will get used to it. We'll be home before it all grows back. Well, maybe we can take our time. Or you can come by and visit again after I'm back in school. Just be careful you don't slip.

Ian lay back and spread his legs for the boy. Mikey got out his razors and set to work first on the shaft that rose expectantly to his touch. At first it was with a sense of awe and reverence that he set about the task at hand. As he knelt between Ian's legs and leaned the man's cock first to one side then the other the curly hair fell away as the razor did its job. Penis, groin, testicles: three razors later everything was smooth and hairless.

 

You look like a young boy now UncleIan. Even I have more hair than you. Well... fuzz anyhow. There's one razor left, do you want to shave me? No, that's ok. I like a little fuzz. Hairless young boys are sort of like eating a peach. There is not much time when they are ripe, between being old enough and not too old.

Still kneeling between the man's legs the boy was like a suppliant begging for recognition, for a morsel, for knowledge. He took the hairless shaft in his hands and touched it first with the end of his nose and then with his lips.

When Mikey had had his fill he laid on the rock beside Ian.

 

Your turn. My turn? You know you want me. You know you want to. Do you want me to? Yes! We are back again to the question of which of us is seducing whom. Please suck me Ian. If you don't then I will jump on you and fuck your face. I'd really rather watch you masturbate. No, just kidding. It would be a shame to waste all that good juice.

Ian sat beside the still form of the boy and ran his fingers lightly from the lad's nose down over his chest and around the quivering cock to the underside of the tight ball sack. He massaged the balls, pulling on them carefully, teasing them outwards and then tickling them so they would retract. He told Mikey of a storey in the news from a few years back of a man who picked up hitchhiking boys and street kids in Las Vegas and after keeping them naked in his house until he tired of them he would cut off their balls and tan the sack into a coin purse. The boys who eventually told on him said that he would show them the ball sacks of previous boys as a threat to get them to do what he want'd but in the end he would cut theirs off no matter what they did. He was still out there, Ian said as he bent to take the lad.

Mikey came and then came again. Ian continued to stimulate the boy using his fingers until Mikey had pee'd all over himself and then he sat back and waited for it to dry. Mikey ask'd if they might sleep on top of the rock that night.

 

We could go without supper; I'm not really hungry. Or we could eat some fruit and granola bars. We'll have to move the cycle up the trail so it is not visible from the road. In case a ranger comes by. And we will have to get a sleeping bag. It will be pretty cold for naked sleeping once the sun goes down. Ok! Let's do it. We'll move the bike and then we can go for a walk and maybe see some wildlife when the sun sets.

They went down from the flat top and found their sandals and shirts and went to move the cycle. Ian insisted that Mikey put on his shirt as he had been shown earlier in the day, just to have it handy in case a car should drive in. Mikey got to the note the boy had left.

"I saw you laying naked in the rock. Cool man! I wish I could do that."

Too bad his dad was with him UncleIan; we could've taken him hostage and cut off his balls.

They moved the bike up around the corner. Mikey followed along brushing out the tyre track from the trail and then they continued on walking the trail around behind the hill where the family had gone before. On the back side they branched away up to higher ground and continued until sunset and then returned. No wildlife beyond a few lizard things and maybe a snake.

As Ian had said the air cooled as the sun set and by the time they were in place on their flat summit the sleeping bag was a necessity. Ian settled the boy in front of himself and let his hardness find its own way. But he did not penetrate the boy, not yet.

 

Are you going to fuck my ass UncleIan? Will it hurt when you go in? Not tonight Mikey. Jason said his man does it to him almost every night. He said it hurts at first but then you get used to it after a while. When will you do it to me? Maybe later, not tonight.

Late the next morning they had breakfast north of Las Vegas and then turn'd east to visit Hoover Dam and camp that night at a caravan park on the shore of Lake Powell. Mikey tried to explore the campground as he had that night at Grand Junction but there were too many lights and people were awake. The next day they turn'd west again and went through the main street of Las Vegas to a hotel call'd Cata Mates.

The desk clerk mentioned to Ian as they were registering that the house's boys were much cleaner and of finer stock than that urchin you've brought off the street. Ian didn't bother responding to the man's antagonizing remarks by attempting to defend the pulchritude of his companion other than to order a houseboy to teach my son a few tricks. The boy who came took their bags and led them up to a fine double room overlooking the lawn and pool behind the hotel. The house boy was a Hispanic model with long black hair and dark flashing eyes. He was dressed in a short flowing tunic that look'd like silk and was belted at his waist, his legs and feet were bare. He look'd to be about the same age as Mikey but Ian knew these house boys could look what ever age suited their customers. He would be shaved, or, rather, hairless, for they were bred for that. The boy turn'd to him after placing the luggage he'd carried on the low dressers and ask'd if he might draw a bath and assist Ian with his shower. Ian drew Mikey to his side and explained to the houseboy that his son want'd to learn tricks best taught by one boy to another.

The houseboy turn'd to Mikey and introduced himself as Chico. I am for you, he said. Are you a virgin? But Ian answered His bum is virgin but his mouth has some experience. Let me help you undress, Chico said, and we can shower together.

Presently, from the bathroom filled with clouds of steam and the laughter of boys, Mikey's voice call'd out for him. Ian had been sorting through their clothing, getting the dirty pile ready for the hotel's laundry, finding something that would be appropriate for dinner. He went into the tiled bathroom to find a shower big enough for a Scout patrol. It was brightly lit and hot water rained from six large shower heads. The two boys, shining in their wetness and nakedness, stepped over the sill and beckoned him to join them.

After the two newly found water nymphs had lathered and rinsed the man they all toweled off. Ian suggested Mikey lay on one of the beds and he and the houseboy massaged him with a warm scented oil. Then it was Ian's turn for a massage and Mikey demonstrated that he had learned well how to ease the tension in tired muscles. After that they took a break from Mikey's lessons and dressed for dinner, for the best was yet to come.

Chico waited upon them throughout their meal in the dining room and then disappeared. Ian and Mikey went out for a walk. There was a place at one of the casinos where kids could explore the math behind gambling. The knowledge was enough to imbue any child of common sense with a distaste of the games and yet like sex and drugs, gambling continued to attract and ensnare and produce a profit.

Their houseboy met them at the door to their room. This time Chico wasted no time undressing and Mikey followed suite. They frolicked on the bed and wrestled on the floor, all the time ignoring Ian who took the time to attend to his evening toilet.

Chico told them he wanted to make a sandwich, dark meat on white bread; he would be the meat. On the thick sheepskin rug he and Mikey 69'd and Ian plugged the dark boy's bum. Mikey had a view of his uncle, and the action, he'd not seen before. When the boys had recovered from their orgasms and were ready for another round Chico said it was time to despoil the virgin and he took Mikey into bed. Ian was asleep by the time Chico mounted Mikey. First from one angle and then another, plunging and removing, finally coming into Mikey while the youth was being brought off by Chico's hand. Chico spread the boy's cum over his belly and chest and withdrew in time to add his last squirt to the mess.

 

Tell me what you learned last night Mikey. I learned that sex can be a really fine spectator sport so long as you don't get caught up in the performance. If performance is important then its best kept to one on one but you have to be careful not to let relationships spoil the fun. Relationships are ok when you want to make a family but even that's not necessary just to have a kid. I learned that masturbating can be fun but its a lot more fun when you play with someone else. But I still didn't learn which of us is seducing the other. Why does it have to be that one of us is seducing the other? Can it not be that you are going through some phase of your growth and all that you are doing is quite natural and ordinary? But I wouldn't be doing this with my father. Why not? I don't know. I just wouldn't. I guess he's not my type. Who is your type? Chico was fun to be with but I don't love him like I love you. Chico is a teacher; he makes his living at what he did last night. I asked him about his home. He said he has no parents. He goes to school in the mornings and works at the hotel afternoons and evenings. And he makes three to five hundred dollars a week. Wow! I could do that. You have more to learn yet before you could teach like Chico; and you have your parents to consider. Did you learn anything else? I learnt that when your sucking both partners are really active; that if you just sat there with your mouth open and didn't do anything it wouldn't be very satisfying to your partner. Or if you're sixty-nineing, then both partners are active. But when one guy is bum-fucking the other there can be an active partner and a passive partner. In that case the passive partner can just lay there and the other guy can do all the work; even to giving the passive guy a hand job. That's all correct but there are a couple of other cases then that Chico did not cover. What are they? In the oral case the active partner can gain gratification by plunging his cock in deep enough to get the necessary stimulation from the back of the mouth rather than the lips and tongue. In the case of bum-fucking, especially between a man and a boy, the boy will sometimes sit astride the man, kneeling across the man's belly, and impale himself on the man's cock. He is actually the active partner then, rocking to and fro to provide the stimulation while the man lays still. When the man is the active partner the boy is submitting; when the boy is active he is more giving, but in either case it is the boy getting fucked. When I slept over that once with Bobby I laid on his back and tried to put my dink in his bum. Maybe I could have if he helped but mostly I wasn't big enough. Do you think you're big enough now? Chico seem'd to think so but he wouldn't let me try. He said maybe I could do you.

They had been on the road west from Las Vegas for several hours. Once out of town Mikey insisted on riding nude. At the first gas stop he turned around and rode backwards in order to get some sun on his bum. That night they slung the hammock between two palm trees in a desert campground and slept together, on one sleeping bag, under the other. In the night, when each thought the other was asleep he came between the other's thighs. Mikey was not ready to invite his uncle in nor was his uncle about to take the boy without that invitation.

The next day they climbed up away from the desert and crossed mountains that still had some snow in shadowed cirques and under the tall spruces. That night they stay'd in a hostel, sleeping in a dorm with other men and boys from several different families.

Mikey tried to observe the others in terms of the special friendship growing between himself and Ian. Which of these other men and boys were father-sons, which were like him, uncle-nephew, and which were unrelated pairs? Of them all, did any others have the same sort of special relationship or were they totally mundane, platonic, pairs? He found he thought he could tell something about the others, by the way they looked at him in what must have been the same way he was watching them. Two boys in particular whom he marked out as special friends, looked to be about twelve or thirteen, slept nose to toes on the top-most bunk that night; he was sure they were sucking on more than each others toes. But he and his man slept separately and nothing passed between them that night.

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Position Five

 

UncleIan, I'd like to discuss special friends today. Like in that book you gave me to read once. Those two boys were special friends. I don't think the storey even hinted at them having any sort of physical contact but they had a special relationship. Were they in love? I think that's how I'd describe it. They loved each other, perhaps one more than the other. What's the difference between loving someone and being in love. Like I know you love me but are you really in love with me? Have you ever been in love with another boy? How long does it last? I love you very much Mikey but I'm not sure if that means I am in love with you. I have loved many another boy but with only one or two was there any question if I was in love with him, or that he was in love with me, if in fact a boy can be in love. And maybe that also answers the third part of your question for the love of a boy lasts only as long as the boy is. Perhaps that is what makes it special. There can be a love between uncle and nephew but the love between man and boy or between boy and boy is special. Tell me about another boy you have loved.

They were riding a winding road that gradually rose from one contour to the next as it climbed toward the divide. Across the valley sunlight glinted slivery off the cars of a superliner passenger train as it made the same climb. Ian started his tale by calling Mikey's attention to the nature of the train, the diner and sleepers, coaches and lounge. There was a sleeper ahead of the diner and another at the end behind the lounge and three coaches. That was where I had my berth, he said, on the train across the south coast one time.

 

It was three nights on the rails. I was on the lower level, compartment thirteen. The boy, if this kid really was a boyat first I was not sure you know, like that one we saw in the diner a few days agoanyhow, he was leaning in between the seats as I was headed forward through the coaches to the diner for breakfast after my first night. He was a comely lad, like you Mikey, a beautiful boy I thought at first but then as I paused to get past him he was speaking to the woman in the aisle seat. Is that your son ma'am? I scanned the boy as I approached, undressing him with my eyes, and took note of the slight bulge in his left leg just below the fly of his tight jeans. The woman answered that the child sleeping next to her was her son and the boy standing in my way said he was real cute as he turned so I could get past. What boy would speak in such a manner I wondered to myself? The woman offered her thanks for the lad's kindness and I saw his reflection in the door turn to follow me. We went through the next coach and stop'd at a seat near the forward end where a grossly fat man had the aisle; the boy reached for something as the door opened and I stepped through. He caught me up in the lounge and introduced himself as Peter and asked if he could sit with me at breakfast. Normally I would have returned to my compartment after eating but that morning we spent a couple of hours in the lounge getting acquainted. He was on his way to the east coast to visit his grandparents for the summer. An only child, he didn't really expect to find his folks living together when he returned for school. This was his father's parents he would visit. Later I invited him back to my compartment.

The boy followed Ian around all day and it was evident that he was lonely. Not bored tho like his peers might be, he had books to read and storeys of his own to tell, but he'd no one to tell them to; that was what he was trying to find as he roamed the coaches looking to strike a conversation with a stranger. Ian had his collection of artifacts and photos from his recent expedition to feed the lad's insatiable curiosity and they passed the day growing in each other's company.

Peter was also curious about how the sleeper berths work'd, how they folded down from the ceiling and how the seats were made into a berth at night. Ian demonstrated the make up of the lower berth and as they were walking through the coaches towards supper in the diner the boy ask'd Ian if he could make use of the other berth. Last night I kept waking up with that fat man squeezing my leg or my balls, he laughed, and every time I'd lift his arm away the next time the coach would lurch the guy'd snort and snore and his arm would slide off his fat belly into my crotch.

Ian was amused and sympathetic but said that he would not permit the other berth to be used. It was antagonizing the sleeper steward just to have the boy visit; so far she hadn't seen him but she knew on sight all the occupants of her car and would question any stranger. That was why the sleepers were at the ends of the train, so there'd be no other passengers passing through. But he did hold out a small chance to Peter, inviting the boy to share his berth. It will be a snug fit for two. We're both pretty small and you are likely to have more than my hand in your crotch. Peter smiled, he could take that, he could take almost anything for a good sleep away from the fat man.

The two watched a movie in the lounge after supper and after that Ian brought the boy a glass of Chablis from the bar as the sun set behind orange and purple mountains. When they returned to the sleeper Peter stop'd in his coach to change into shorts and Ian went on ahead to see that the way through to his compartment was clear. Once inside Ian quickly slip'd out of his shorts and shirt and got into the narrow cot leaving the boy room just inside to slide the compartment door closed when he arrived.

Peter backed into the compartment a few moments later having completed his toilet in the coach car. The hem of his loose fitting shorts just showed below a long singlet and as he slid the compartment door into place and fastened the heavy curtain Ian laid a hand on the side of the lad's leg. Peter started a bit at the touch but relaxed as Ian said what beauty was before him and that it was too bad those legs had been cooped up inside the jeans all day. The boy turn'd and kicking off his sandals climbed onto the bunk. Should I undress?

By way of reply Ian asked if the boy slept in his clothes at home and the youth answered that he did sometimes when his parents were fighting. But at other times he slept in PJs or a night shirt, all of which were packed in his trunk in the baggage car. He hadn't expected to have a bed for these few nights. Its your choice Peter; you may sleep in your clothes if you like, you will be more comfortable out of them.

But then I'll be naked if I take them off, Peter said, Are you naked, he asked?

Nude, Ian corrected, and yes I am.

I never slept nude before, Peter said, is it ok? Ian replied that it was not only ok but it was fun. The boy went on to say he'd never slept with a man before and Ian replied that sleeping together could be fun also. The boy removed his shorts and singlet and Ian held the covers up. That night the boy slept quickly; Ian explored him with his fingers but left it at that. The next day they ate and talked and read; at one stop the train sat for forty minutes and they got out and walked around its length and visited the baggage car and the engine. Soon enough it was supper in the diner, another movie in the lounge, and then a glass of wine. It seem'd understood by both of them that Peter would share Ian's berth again and Peter wasted no time leaving off his clothing to slip into the bunk.

 

Those bunks are pretty narrow. He was lying on his back and I was on my side facing him. I put a hand on his chest and began to explore him again. My fingers tickled him across his belly and thighs. He ask'd what I was doing and I ask'd if he was a virgin. I guess so he said, I've never had sex with a girl. What about with a boy I ask'd. Not with a boy either except for myself, he said. I pulled the blankets away and fondled him and sucked him and he was surprised but relaxed. Eventually he began to touch me and to become more active with what I was doing to him. After he came he sat up and started to do all the same things to me and I touched him and helped him along until he was on his hands and knees over me sucking while I had two fingers opening up his bum. Then I pull'd him down beside me and lay on top of him. He whimpered a little as I started in. Please don't hurt me, he cried; I never done this before. I plugged in and let the motion of the train help me along. Oh Wow! I'm so hard thinking about it I want to come right now UncleIan. Can we stop now? I want to do it now; I want you to do me now.

Ian pull'd the BMW off into one of the many woods roads that branched of the highway. There was a small clearing, enough to turn the cycle, where he was able to find a hard surface and park. Mikey was off the bike in a moment and stripped in a second more. He was hard as a rock when Ian approached him. The man held the boy, hugged him, caressed him, and knelt before him to take what he had to offer. Then the man undressed and laid the boy across the saddle of the bike and cornholed him. Mikey cried out once as the man went in dry.

A day later found them riding north along the coast. The highway was two and three lanes wide, snaking in to each deep gut and out around every narrow point, trying to maintain more or less the same height on the often shear cliff that rose up from the great sea. Mikey had been somewhat subdued after his make believe rape and the rest of that day they rode in silence but by evening he was playful again.

After dinner they found a B&B in a small town south of San Francisco. Ian showered and went to bed after bringing his journal up to date. Mikey showered and read for a while and then after dousing the light put his hand on the slender shaven cock of his uncle. The man responded involuntarily and slept through the orgasm that resulted from Mikey's ministrations. But the boy was unfulfilled and set about daydreaming of all the storeys he'd heard and friends he'd met over the past few weeks while at the same time stimulating himself using his uncle's cum and his own spit for lubricant. The rhythmic motion of the bed woke Ian and he watched in the dim light the youth's orgasm pile gouts of jism on his flat belly. Mikey was thinking about what he himself might taste like and picked some up to lick from his finger. Ian smiled to himself and returned to sleep.

The next morning they each showered again, Ian wincing and ruing wet dreams while Mikey evinced a bashful grin that told all. Their ride started cool enough for jumpers in the sea breeze but soon enough the day warmed and by the time they arrived at the beach it was warm enough for no clothes again. Ian secured the cycle while Mikey stripped. Needless to say the boy was first with the completion of his task and wasted no time pulling down Ian's shorts as well to hurry him along. They brought along a pair of small kites and set off to walk south as the tide ebbed and their kites rose above the few other men there.

 

There are too few boys here. Right about that my young friend--too few. Why is that? I suppose it has something to do with the fact that too few boys know how much fun it is to be nude. And I'm sure that too many men have been burned trying to show them. I guess that's what happened to my Little League coach. One of the little kids complained that the coach had showered with the boys after an away game where the so-called adult's shower was broken. No matter that we had won the state finals, the parents asked the coach to leave and he moved out of town. Those kids don't know what they're missing. There's been worse Mikey. I followed the storey of a man in a town a little north of your home, about ten years agowhen you were a wee lad and I was hoping to still be around when you came to be as old as the boy who went with me then. I'd even met this guy, well, seen him at least, with his boy, on several occasions. Then one day he was in jail. The man was married and his wife was getting suspicious that he was spending more time with this kid than with their own daughter. The man got scared and tried to break off with the boy. The boy had wanted to break off anyhow it later came out but at the same time he was pissed that the man just dropped him. Then he starts feeling guilty, probly due to one of those scare lectures they give you at school. So he tells. His mother went off the deep end. She made the boy throw out the six hundred dollar bike the guy had given him and then took him to a shrink and a lawyer and a doctor. In the end the kid was more scared and screwed up than he'd ever been with the guy but it was too late. The man was in jail and within a year was dead from being ass-fucked with a baseball bat. The boy tried to commit suicide. He's ok now but he'll never be all right if you know what I mean. Ya I understand. And its not cos of what they did together but cos of what happened after. Are you scared of me? No. I think you'll be all right. All the circumstances are different with us. But at the same time the scare lectures do have one lesson for you. Its one thing to have a relationship with a man or another boy, its quite another to let yourself get involved with street corner sex. Selling your body, your favours, letting yourself get picked up by strangers, that sort of thing is very dangerous. Is it ok if I have sex with someone else, like a stranger, just to see what its like, if you know about it? Only if its part of your education and not part of your income. I'll guard you Mikey but I'll not pimp for you.

Mikey walked a bit away towards the sea, ostensibly to look at some artifact on the sand as a man approached from the pinnacles of rock they had been making for. The boy still had some reservations about being naked when others were about and he kept his back turned as he squatted in the verge and poked at something in front of him.

The man looked about Ian's age but was bigger, almost what one might call fat, and very hairy. He looked at Ian's shaven cock and nodded at the youth by the sea. The boy like it that way? Ian replied Some kids like it that way. The hairy man said he was jealous, Your boy, he asked? In a manner of speaking you could say that, he's my sister-son. The last of four tho one of them I never spent much time with. We were just speaking together about his desire to meet other men, to learn other ways. How much? the man interrupted. No cost, Ian replied, it would be for his education and maybe even mine if you don't mind performing for an audience. We could stick the boy at both ends.

The man turned back towards the rocks and Ian went to Mikey. I'll hold your kite while you walk down the beach; there's a man by the rock who wants to play with you.
 

Are you sure its gonna be ok?

Mikey was apprehensive but warmed to the idea as Ian explained more.

 

I'll be nearby. You can yell if he hurts you, that is if you don't have your mouth full. He looks like a gorilla! Will you watch? Is that ok with you? Ya. That way you can tell me what you think later. And maybe someday you'll let me watch you. Ok. Let me have your kite. You run on down there and get acquainted. I haven't told him even your name yet so you can play any game you want. I'll be right along.

Mikey trotted down the beach almost passing the man before turning sharply towards the rock. Now it was the man's turn to be apprehensive but he hid it well. The base of the pinnacle was worn smooth by the sea and at low tide it was dry and warm. I hear you want to play, Mikey said as he came close.

The man grabbed the boy and pulled him close. Pubescent met hirsute. The man hugged, the boy responded and the man carried the youth onto the smooth rock and lay down with him. They petted each other, each finding pleasure and mystery in the other's skin. Mikey had never seen such a hairy man and the man remembered his own boy now grown and gone. The man laid back and the boy stretched out atop him. He told Ian later it was like a hairy couch but the hair was silky. They rolled and prodded, sucked and petted and all the while Ian watched from the beach. Finally the man was ready and he positioned the boy to be mounted from behind. Ian knelt in front of the boy and so the two men stuck him at the same time.

That night, in their sleeping bag together in the hammock, Mikey said he enjoyed his experience despite the man's roughness. He especially enjoyed it knowing he was performing not only a service for someone he didn't know, almost a good turn he said, but that Ian was watching and then joined in. Getting fucked at both ends at the same time was pretty exciting. But he was disappointed that the man did not make him come. He'd wanted to sit on that fat belly and make his come on the man's hairy chest. Let me help, Ian said and he slowly brought the lad off with his hand as the hammock swayed them to sleep.

U.S.50 has a sign that proclaims it The Loneliest Highway in America tho it was not all that lonely when they began the climb east after visiting the city of the Golden Gate Bridge.

The Nude Dude Ranch was a sign that caught both their attentions late that afternoon, 50 MilesTurn Right!

 

I once knew a family in Vermont that had that sort of a place. It wasn't a ranch, least of all for others, only the three of them lived there. They used horses to round up the cows. I did some bare-back riding there oncebare bottom on bare back. They had a son who went with me on one of my long motorcycle tours. He was adept at using his hands to massage my shoulders as he rode pillion. We stay'd with friends at Mount Whiteface and in some obscure town in northern Pennsylvania with friends who had a squeaky guest bed. Then we camped in cemeteries from there to DC and back to Vermont. I'd like to hear more about him but first can we stay at that ranch for a couple of days? I'd like to go barebottom riding too. Ok. We can do that. Will we get there tonight?

Ian stopped for gas and called ahead for reservations. There was room for them and it really was a nude ranch. Clothing optional was the proper term but with adequate bug repellent they could do it nude.

 

I first met Robin when he visited my work during a family outing. He was eleven then, going on twelve he said, and invited me to come to his school to present a slideshow. His father was a member of the executive committee of my company and in that capacity had made arrangements for their visit. Now he confirmed the boy's invitation and furthered it by saying I'd be welcome to stay at their home for the weekend following the Friday school visit. It was late that morning I arrived at the school and after setting up all my equipment and displays went to lunch with Robin's class. There were ten boys all about the same age and we ate at a large round table. Other tables of the same sort were scattered about the dining room and each had a similar group. All the boys were dressed in blue blazers, shirts and red ties, and grey shorts and stockings. At my programme after lunch Robin was in the front row. He sat close to the boy next to him and every now and again I'd see him cop a feel of the other boyboyish grabs, shoulder and hand jabs, thigh slaps, the sort of touching any kids do, but there was that special look in their eyes. The two lingered after the presentation and helped me pack all the stuff back on my motorcycle. Both were impressed that all that could be carried in such a small space and I told them there was still room for one of them. School was out then. The boys followed me on their bikes and we rode together to Robin's home. It was an old farmhouse with several attached barns and sheds and they led me up a ramp into one with a dry wood floor where my cycle found parking next to their bikes. Next I was led up to the second floor of the big house and showed to a room. Robin said that it was Peter's room when there were no other guests; he usually stayed there weekends. Peter explained, as he retrieved some play clothes from a dresser, that he was a boarding student at the school and then both boys ran off to Robin's room across the hall. When they called a few moments later I had changed from riding clothes to shorts and sandals; as I stuck my head into their room they were just coming out. Shorts, jerseys, sandals. Fine with me I thought and followed them out to the barn where Peter and I fell to helping Robin with his chores. Later the boys announced they were going swimming and did I mind if they went with nothing on. Its all right with me I said, as long as I can go the same way. Robin smiled. There was a large uncovered tank beyond the last barn; an aqueduct brought water from somewhere and poured it in at one side while at the other the surplus spilled out in a torrent that found its way to the cattle pond. Robin said we had to rinse under this overflow before getting into the tank. And no pissing in the tank, he added, this is our drinking water. We went through the stream and climbed a ladder up the outside of the tank. It was an interesting view of a boy from that perspective; I'd never looked up one's arse that way before. In the tank the boys wrestled together and gradually I was drawn into their play of climbing and dunking and grabbing. More than once I felt a hand between my legs followed by a shy smile or caught a wink passed between co-conspirators. A bell rang and Robin announced dinner so we all scrambled down the ladder and found towels in the shed were the bikes were. Robin's father had come home and brought pizza. The two boys appeared wearing terry robes; I had my short blue silk one from Singapore. Nice robe, Robin said as I came into the kitchen. While I was greeting his Dad the boy ran his hand down over my back and rump. Another shy smile crossed his face as I'm sure he realised I'd nothing on under it. To be sure I made a point of dropping a napkin and bent to pick it up. Both boys were giggling and giving me the thumbs-up when I sat beside them. Saturday morning the two of them wasted no time waking me shortly after dawn. Standing beside my bed, almost like twins, one of tan freckled skin and curly red head, one of smooth olive skin and curly black head; both with cum dried on their bellies. They also wasted no time with dressing so I followed suit as it were and we went to breky au naturale. It never occurred to me what Robin's dad might think, even after it became evident he had already left. My red-headed friend led the way through breky and then packed a lunch. Peter cleaned up after and then we went to the horse barn. Just as the boys were sharing Robin's bed so I could have Peter's so they also shared Robin's horse. It was a great day of riding, walking and swimming, and watching two boys who were more than just friends. So when did you and Robin finally get it on? That was two years later. We had written several letters back and forth during that time and I told him about one of my motorcycle trips. When he said how much he'd like to do a thing like that I invited him along. On the third morning out we spent a few hours mucking about in a gravel pit looking for quartz crystals and getting thoroughly dirty. A few miles down the road was a river that invited us to swim, so we did. He had grown some in those two years. At the end of that long day of driving we camped in the graveyard behind a small church off a wooded road. We washed under the gardener's watering hose and then, well, and then we made love I guess you could say. What did you do? Tell me allll the details. Well up til then it had been only a few touches between us. I would reach back and pat him on the thigh and point to something off the road, he would tap my shoulder or reach around to touch my leg for the same purpose. There was no intercom like now so we could not converse, just touch and point; all the conversation waited until a gas stop. We'd had dinner before we came to the graveyard and after we'd set up a tarp over the bike and washed he offered me a shoulder massage. The shoulder massage progressed into a full body rub, first me then him. We went on from rubbing to petting when I finally asked him about Peter. Peter was doing well he said and had gone home for the summer. They were hoping to go on to college together and be roommates. By that time both of us were excited, aroused, wet and hard. I've never sucked a man before, he blurted out, only Peter. We 69'd right there on the grass between two graves that dated from the 1700s. Is that all you did? Didn't you do him at the other end too? No, that was all. That once and once more at the last night a week later.

They drove into the dude ranch and left their clothes at the bike for a few days of riding.

A few days later the two were home. Back to school for one, back to work for the other.

This storey ends here tho the chautauqua goes on in other letters and essays.

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