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Should you choose to read on, I hope you enjoy this fictional story of a young man's quest for love and acceptance. The boy in this story is real; the events and settings are not. I will be pleased to answer any questions and welcome any comments. Each will be considered and replied to as I have opportunity to do so. Email me at boyzheart@hotmail.com
Steven - Chapter 4
May 31, 2002
Josh,
I am trying to continue on with telling you of my relationship with Steven. I hope you understand how difficult it is to speak of these things. I kept then so private for so long.
So, I received a postcard from you in the mail. Silly that it was put in an envelope actually, though I do appreciate your consideration to keep our correspondence private. Your discretion on the post was quite sufficient and would not be miss-construed if you prefer to simply drop the next one in the mail directly. Thanks for even taking the time to do so my friend. I trust you are well and happy.
No new news here. .just more of he same, the weather has been delightful, and work just as oppressive. . how I long for he day I will be able to not have to continue with this vicious cycle anymore. But .. . .
Anyway, I hope you are enjoying the scenery .. I know I can hardly wait for the stories and pictures once you return.
Now, where was I . . .. . .
The next weeks our relationship flourished. Steven was contented to have a friend who was his and his alone. He did become rather possessive of me and my time. I marked it up to his youth and the nature of his past. All in all we were both happy.
Summertime came upon us and He had managed to finish school with considerably higher marks than when he began so not only was he busting with pride at his accomplishments, his step mother and father were equally happy.
We managed to find many ways to meet once I got off work, and it wasn't long before I was a regular at their house. Seems as if the entire family had adopted me.
I bought a fishing boat that summer. Steven and I would spend hours on the lake, fishing, trolling around different area lakes, and just enjoying being together away from watchful eyes. As soon as we got in the truck on such adventures, he would shuck his tee shirt and shoes. For a fair skinned lad with red hair and freckles, he managed to tan somewhat, though it took several outings for the sunburns to stop .. that never seemed to deter him from going as near naked and possible when we were alone. The precedent was set on our first solo boat outing.
I chose the lake and got everything ready and packed in the truck and boat before calling to see if he was ready to go. Steven was as excited as if it were Christmas Eve. I arrived at his place about fifteen minutes later and we were quickly under way. He had his shirt off before we got buckled in the truck. His shoes were quickly toed off and I'll be damned if he wasn't truing to pull off his swimming trucks, baggy and way too big for him. I immediately reached over and stopped him.
"Steven," I said I placed my large hands over his softer smaller ones working to undue the string-tie on his trunks, "You have to leave those on!"
He gave me his pouty look and looked all the world as though he would cry . . .then you could see the mischief as a though raced across his mind. "Okay," he said all perky like and moved his hands away from his trunks.
I was skeptical. "Okay .. what? Is that it .. your gonna drop it for now?"
I knew he was much more dogged about things then this.
"For now," he said matter of factly, then busted out in a huge grin and looked over at me. I shook my head, smiling, knowing full well he planned to be buck-naked before the day was over. But for now, we had fun to attend to .. so off we went.
We got to the lake, and I pulled down the boat ramp. I put the cooler of sodas and snacks over into the boat, hoisted Steven over into the boat and climbed up and over so I could launch her out from the trailer. After getting the boat successfully launched, I eased her back up to the bank and climbed out to move the truck off the boat ramp. Once back to the boat I found a now totally naked 12 year old, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
"Steven!" I exclaimed. But is was obvious he had plotted this the entire trip. Resigned that I was going to jump ship and swim for Mexico I f we encountered any visitors on the water (no .. the lake wasn't nearly that big), I launched us out and headed out to the middle of the lake.
Steven was in absolute bliss. He was as happy as I had ever seen him. I was if his exhibitionism was a release of all the stress and burdens seemed to roll completely away from him. He begged and begged until I finally allowed him to dive off in the lake and swim. I knew he was a tremendously gifted swimmer, no danger of drowning; I just wasn't entirely comfortable with a naked 12 year old jumping out of my boat! He swan for a very long time, continually climbing back aboard and diving again and again. On many such jaunts, he tried to get me to shuck my shorts and join him. I convinced him that one of us should man the boat and make sure it didn't drift away.
Several times during the day, young Steven would get a boner. He proudly wagged it around as if it were a sign of major accomplishment and continued his swim. I made no attempt to encourage his activities, but I didn't discourage them either. I simply let him be and let him have his fun. What I didn't know at he time was that Steven had set the precedent of all our future boating activities. From that first trip, each time we went to the water, he would strip to his shorts until we hit the water, once in the water he was nude until we returned to shore, and only then would he replace his shorts. . . reluctantly.
On many occasions, I would arrive to pick him up and he would have a friend with him. They giggled and slugged each other in the arm and played all the way to the lake. Both of them would be shirtless. Once at the lake and in the water, to my amazement, both lads would strip and spend the entire day nude and swimming. This same phenomenon occurred with each new friend he brought with him. I let them do as they would, so long as the other boys promised that they were doing so at their own will, and would not rat on us and get Steven or I in trouble. Each boy readily agreed and so the die was cast.
I fished, he swam, or they swam. I clothed, they nude. Occasionally they would be hard ... I was constantly. My problem was that as much as I enjoyed he scenery, I would not touch them or approach them in any physical or sexual manner. They felt safe. They were safe. I simple allowed them to do things they dreamed of doing but were never allowed to do by other adults.
Andy