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                     PLATONIC LOVE      Part 2

                      PLATONIC LOVE.


"Lions do not love lions because they do not think speculatively; male
bears do not seek out their own sex because they do not know the sweets
of friendship. But human reason, guided by knowledge and long experience,
has chosen what is most beautiful and gives its sanction to the love of
boys."

Lucian, Dialogues of Love.

DAY ONE.  Frascati, July 23, 1993.

Jason ambled through the trees, aimlessly scuffing his feet
in the gravel. He watched the dust rise up and envelop his
sneakers. He was bored. He wanted to be home. He still had four
weeks of summer vacation left and he did not want to spend it in
the dry, parchment-colored hills south of Rome. He thought of
his best friend and wondered what they would be doing if he was
home. He smiled weakly. Nothing probably. He would be at home by
himself and Travis would be out riding somewhere, maybe down by
the creek. Jason did not like horses, not after he had been
thrown the first time. Now, he kept well away from them whenever
he could. That was a problem because he lived on a horse farm.

He glanced around, looking towards the terrace, towards his
mother and her boyfriend, Carlo Gubbio. Carlo Gubbio, the
millionaire, the horse breeder, the playboy. He drove a red
Ferrari Testarossa. Though Jason Anderson was not worldly enough
to realize that a sixty-one year old man did not have the
essential qualification of a playboy, Carlo Gubbio had more than
the necessary charisma. Besides, he looked younger, ten years
younger. Though his mother was only forty, Carlo looked young
enough to be Jason's father. He was slender and trim and very-
distinguished looking in appearance. Once, many years ago, his
hair had been blond like Jason's. Now it was silver. Jason liked
him as much as could be expected when there was the threat that
his mother would marry him.

It was hard for Jason to think of Carlo as his father, for
that matter, even as his stepfather. He sighed as he wondered
whether they would have to live in Italy if his mother did marry
him. There were probably worse places to live, but all things
considered, he would much rather be back home in Lexington,
Kentucky. Even if he had to live at Runymede. It would be a nice
place to live, if it wasn't for the horses. Besides, his mother
had to work somewhere and Runymede was as good as anywhere else.

Jason kicked at a branch that had fallen onto the path,
sending it flying into the box hedge. His mother had met Carlo
during the Spring sales. Carlo had purchased a yearling, 'Funny
Boy' for four-hundred-thousand dollars and then took them to
dinner. After that there were other nights though Jason was
usually left at home by himself, or with a 'baby-sitter'. Even
when he had returned to Italy, Carlo continued to telephone his
mother every Friday night and occasionally during the week. Then
they had come to Italy a week ago, to Carlo's villa outside Rome.

His mother waved at him and he breathed out slowly as he
returned the gesture. Slowly he realized that she was beckoning
to him. He began to walk towards the terrace, shuffling
disinterestedly.

"Hello darling," his mother said with a smile as he came up
beside her.

He smiled weakly. "Hi mom," he replied. He wanted to ask
how much longer they were going to stay at the villa but he
already knew the answer. Jason Anderson was hopelessly trapped
until school started in early September. "Yeah mom? W-w-w-what's
up?" he asked impatiently.

"Why don't you go for a swim, honey?" she suggested.

Jason shrugged again. "B-b-by m-myself? S-s-sure mom!" He
hesitated for a moment, "Mom, c-c-could you p-p-please stop c-c-
c-calling me darling, and h-h-honey, and s-s-s-stuff like that.
It makes me s-s-sound like a baby or s-s-something."

The woman smiled, "Sure sweetie, if you want me to. Oh, I
just did it again, didn't I? I'm sorry, really I am."

"Mom?..." he began uncertainly.

"Yes?"

"Are y-y-you and C-C-Carlo g-going out again tonight?" he
asked.

His mother nodded. The boy compressed his lips slightly,
feeling a pang of jealousy, overwhelmed by impotent frustration.
Being ten-years-old in a foreign country was anything but fun.
Casually, he swiped his hand across his forehead, pushing his
long, silver-blond hair back.

"I wish you'd get your hair cut, honey," his mother
observed. "Oh, there I go again. You really do look a mess."

The boy winced uncomfortably and glanced sideways at Carlo.
"Mom, p-p-p-please, "he mumbled nervously.

 The man smiled at him gently. When Carlo looked at him, he
felt strangely reassured. Even now, Jason acknowledged the happy
feelings inside him. He had a pleasant sense of contentment
whenever he was near Carlo. The man's eyes met his and he winked
conspiratorially. Jason smiled back. It was impossible not to
like Carlo. Of all his mother's boyfriends, he liked Carlo the
best.

"Your mother and I will be going out soon. We have time for
a drive, if you want, Jason?" Carlo said. The man's voice was
scratchy, as if someone had turned the treble all the way up and
the bass, all the way down. But to Jason's ears it was a nice
voice. It was a friendly voice that calmed him and took away his
nervousness. His stammering ceased for the moment.

"Yeah? Now?" he asked. The man nodded. "Sure thing," he
replied immediately.

Carlo stood up and picked up his keys from the table. "Come
on then. We'll be back in twenty or thirty minutes, Kate" he
said to Jason's mother. "Besides, it doesn't matter if we're a
few minutes late to dinner. It's more important that Jason and I
get to be friends, isn't it Jason?"

The boy grinned and nodded happily. There wasn't a single
boy in his school that could say he'd been for a drive in a
Testarossa. Happily he followed Carlo along the edge of the
terrace and down the steps to the front drive. The Ferrari
waited for them. It was low and wide, bright red, and potently
sexual. Jason slid into the cream-colored leather seat and
fastened his seat-belt as the V-12 roared into life and settled
down to a throbbing gurgle. He felt butterflies begin fluttering
in his stomach. He swallowed and looked quickly at Carlo. The
man was looking at him as well. They shared a long silence.

"I like your hair long," the man said softly. "It suits
you."

Jason grinned. "You better not say that near my mom."

Carlo grinned back at him, "You're a very handsome young
man, Jason."

He turned away and engaged first gear. Jason heard the
engine whine, the scream of four camshafts and 48 valves only a
few inches behind him. The car surged forward as the growling
exhaust turned to a wail. The seat pushed into his back, holding
him firmly as they descended the long alley that led from the
town up to the villa.

They took the road into the mountains. It was the perfect
road for a Ferrari and a ten-year-old boy. As the engine howled,
Carlo laughed, twisting the steering wheel with just the
lightest touch of his hands and winding the car through endless
hair-pin curves as he flicked back and forth through the gears.

"It's called the Via dei Laghi," he said loudly over the
banshee shriek of the engine. "In a while we'll come to the
lakes. First we'll see Lago Albano, then Lago di Nemi. That's
the most beautiful one. It's called the Mirror of Diana. Ah,
see, Jason, there is the lake. And,..." He paused as he shifted
down, then continued, "Here is the road to Monte Cavo."

He accelerated, winding the car through the tightly meshed
gears. Jason gripped the seat and grinned from ear to ear. The
boys at school would never believe him. At the summit, Carlo
pulled into an overlook and turned off the engine. The roar died
away but the boy's heart continued to pound rapidly. Before
them, the panorama opened to the horizon, all the way to the
sea. They sat in silence for nearly a minute.

"There used to be a temple here,... to Jupiter," Carlo said
quietly.

Jason nodded. "He was the chief god, wasn't he?" he asked.

Carlo smiled. "It was right over there," he added, pointing
to the right. "It was a monastery for many centuries. Now it's a
hotel for rich American tourists," he teased.

Jason grinned at the playful taunt at his nationality.
Playfully, Carlo slapped lightly at the smooth, soft flesh of
boy's bare thigh, a few inches above his knee.

"I guess we had better start on our way back, Jason," the
man said quietly. The boy nodded regretfully. The man's hand
remained on his leg. The fingertips barely moved in tiny
strokes, his thumb gently circling the delicate underside. "Your
skin is so soft, Jason," he added.

Strangely, the boy shivered. He could not remember being
touched by a man before. The few memories of his father were
almost gone, a hazy residue of his first two years of life. The
touch of the man's hand made him feel funny inside. It felt
nice. Inside his stomach the butterflies had returned, only this
time there was no sound in the car. There was no whine of the
engine, no squeal of tires, just the muted sound of their
breathing. It made him feel happy but inhibition and instinct
took over and his leg moved away slightly of its own volition.

Carlo's hand squeezed, his fingers pressing firmly into the
soft underside of the boy's slender thigh. It was reassuring and
Jason sighed contentedly as he slowly relaxed. Carlo's hand
continued to move, caressing the boy's left thigh, all the way
from his knee to just under the leg of his shorts. Jason looked
out of the windscreen dreamily, his attention distracted,
somewhere between the world that lay beyond the closed cabin of
the car and what the man was saying to him. It would be several
days before he fully understood the meaning of the words.

Carlo's voice was soft and sincere. "You know Jason, once,
Jupiter became enamored of a beautiful young boy called
Ganymede. Jupiter turned himself into an eagle and he flew down
to Earth and stole Ganymede from his family. He carried him to
Mount Olympus."

Jason nodded absently, unaware that he did not stutter.
"Enamored? What does that mean?... What happened to him?"

Carlo smiled. "It means he liked him,... very much.
Ganymede became Jupiter's lover."

Jason shrugged. "Did he bring Ganymede here? To this
mountain?"

The man looked at the boy as he answered. "Perhaps. It's an
ideal place to bring a beautiful young boy."

The boy swallowed. He hesitated for a moment. "Like me?"

Carlo nodded. "Perhaps."

Jason brushed his long, blond hair backwards, then glanced
down, watching Carlo's hand caressing his leg. "So what
happened?" he persisted.

"I already told you," Carlo said as he took his hand away.
"I guess we better start back."

"But,... well Ganymede was a boy,... and Jupiter,... well
he was a god, but he was a man too,... and,... so how can they
be lovers and all that?" the boy asked hesitantly.

Carlo smiled as he started the engine. He didn't answer the
boy's question and after a few minutes Jason gave up trying to
figure it out for himself. Besides it was more fun watching the
trees rush by and the road sweep under the car only a few feet
in front of him.

They were only a few miles from the villa when Carlo's hand
dropped down gently on his left thigh again. "This is
Grottaferrata, Jason," Carlo observed as they entered the narrow
street that led up to a church. "Up there is the abbey. It's run
by the Greek Orthodox Church now, but it was built in the tenth
century. The doorway is particularly interesting, Byzantine I
believe. Perhaps I'll marry your mother there."

Jason started suddenly, his head jerking to look at the man
beside him. He wondered what he should say. He breathed out.
"Mom's Catholic," he observed quietly.

He looked down at the man's hand as it gently stroked the
silky smoothness of the underside of his leg. This time, instead
of pulling his leg away, he moved it fractionally closer to the
man and settled back into the luxurious leather seat. He liked
the way Carlo touched him. It made him feel pleasantly warm. It
was a good feeling that he did not want to end. The slow, almost
loving caress ceased only when the car stopped outside the
entrance to the villa.



His mother and Carlo left shortly before seven o'clock that
evening. Unable to derive much enjoyment from watching
television when he could not understand a word that was being
said, he gave up and went upstairs to his room. For a long while
he played his guitar, thinking random, unrelated thoughts that
were as discordant as the chords he played. Occasionally he
played familiar tunes and crooned to himself, engaged in a self-
indulgent fantasy of fame and fortune. After an hour he
undressed, pulled on his pajamas, got into bed, and read. He was
asleep by nine o'clock.

When he awoke again it was very late. It was hot and the
air was still. The thin cotton sheet seemed to stick to his
body. Even his pajamas felt constricting. Still half asleep, he
thought dreamily of the air conditioner in their apartment. Even
the constant buzz and clicking as it switched on and off was
preferable to this heat. For a minute he lay quietly, trying to
get back to sleep. But sleep evaded him and he turned restlessly
from one side to the other so that he faced the windows. The
room was very dark. Heavy, brocaded curtains blocked out the
moonlight that might have penetrated into the room. The curtains
also blocked air movement into the room.

It took a long while to Jason's thoughts to gather and sort
themselves into an ordered pattern, then suddenly he realized
that something was wrong. He was absolutely certain that he had
pulled the curtains wide apart before he had gotten into bed.
Then he remembered more. He had been naked at the time and the
cool, outside air had felt nice on his bare body. It was right
before he had pulled his pajamas on and gotten into bed.

Suddenly, he began to sense that someone was in the room
with him. He stared into the darkness, trying hard to penetrate
the blackness that seemed to enclose him. There was no sound.
There was no movement. He shivered involuntarily.

"W-w-who's there?" he whispered.

"Jason! It's me, Carlo. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake
you." It was a voice from the darkness, somewhere near the
window. The voice trembled slightly but Jason recognized it
instantly from the scratchy inflections.

"W-w-what are you d-d-doing? H-h-here, in my room?" the boy
asked as he started to sit up, still searching for where the
voice came from but seeing nothing except darkness.

"I'm sorry Jason. I thought I heard a noise in here. I
thought perhaps you were having a nightmare, a bad dream or
something like that," Carlo replied quietly. There was a long
pause. "I came in to see if you were okay."

The boy nodded, then realizing that he could not be seen in
the darkness, he stopped. "B-b-ut why did you close the c-c-
curtains for? It's v-v-very h-h-hot in h-h-here." Had he thought
about it he would have realized that the curtains had been
closed for a long while for the air to become so hot. He did not
know Carlo had been there for several hours.

He heard the man's feet moving on the floor as he
approached the bed. The bed was old, a hundred years or more in
age, and like beds of that era, was very high. The frame and
headboard were carved from dark oak with intricately turned
posts at the corners. The mattress was firm, much firmer than
Jason was used to. Seconds passed and as his eyes adjusted to
the dark, he could barely make out the shape of the man standing
next to him. Carlo looked down at the boy thoughtfully. The
silence seemed interminable.

"Sometimes, the night air gets chilly, Jason.... I thought
you might get cold with just a sheet over you," he said
hesitantly.

The boy nodded uncertainly, wriggling back into the soft,
down-filled pillows behind his head. "Yeah, b-b-but I've got p-p-
pajamas on. Now it's too hot," he complained sleepily.

Carlo chuckled. "Maybe you should just take your pajamas
off," he suggested quietly.

"Huh?"

"Perhaps you should start sleeping without them, Jason. I
do," Carlo said softly. Slowly, as if he did not want to disturb
the boy, he sat down on the bed.

Instinctively Jason edged away. The room seemed to become
even hotter with Carlo sitting beside him. "In the r-r-raw?" he
whispered. The man nodded. "I c-c-couldn't do that. T-that's b-
bad," he stammered nervously.

Carlo laughed in the dark. "Hardly, Jason. There's no one
to see you. Who would ever know you slept in the nude?"

The boy thought for a moment. His self-confidence seemed to
build as he considered his reply. "You would," he said shyly. He
looked up at Carlo and smirked cheekily.

"So? What would I see in the dark? Besides, we're both the
same aren't we?"

"Huh? The same? Oh! Yeah, I s'pose so." Jason smiled. His
hand went instinctively to his hair and he brushed it back.
"Yeah, I guess. But you'd still know," he added uncertainly.

The change that came over Jason during that minute or so
was remarkable. There was a funny feeling in his belly again. It
was the same fluttering feeling that he had in the car. With the
strange feelings inside him came something else. For the first
time Jason realized that he had not stuttered, in fact he had
not stuttered once during the entire fifty minutes he had spent
with Carlo during the afternoon. Then Carlo's hand settled
gently on his leg, midway along his thigh. The hand squeezed
into the soft, un-muscled flesh, then began to caress him with a
light tickle. A tremor ran through the slender body under the
sheets and he jerked away.

"Don't!" he said abruptly.

"Why, Jason? Don't you like it?" Carlo whispered. Jason
tried to shake his head but he stopped and looked at the man
accusingly with a silent glare. Part of him wanted Carlo to
remove his hand, the rest of him did not. He did not understand
what was happening. He wondered why Carlo was in his bedroom.
The man's hand stayed exactly where it was, lightly stroking the
underside of his leg. "Your skin is so hot, Jason."

"Please don't," Jason pleaded. "I,... I want to go back to
sleep."

He trembled again. Then he swallowed nervously as he began
to realize that this was very different to the playful fondling
in the car. It made him feel funny all over his body but
especially in his private parts. With infinite slowness the
man's hand moved upwards along his leg. It moved higher, going
only a fraction of an inch further every minute. But its
progress was unstoppable and the boy's pajama shorts were pushed
upward until Carlo's fingers could sense the soft moist heat of
his groin. Without warning, the fingers moved sideways and
brushed against the small rounded hemisphere of the boy's
genitals. Jason shuddered and tried to push the hand away from
him.

"You're not s'posed to touch me there," he said angrily.
"That's my private parts. It's wrong."

Carlo, pressed his fingers firmly into the boy's scrotum,
feeling the tiny firm eggs under the warm cloth of his pajama
shorts. Jason shivered again but it wasn't from discomfort. He
shook his head aggressively, denying the existence on the
unfamiliar pleasure.

Carlo smiled reassuringly. He spoke softly, caressing the
boy's genitals with a feathery touch. "No, it's not wrong or
bad, Jason. It's wrong only if you don't enjoy it. And you do
like it, don't you? You liked me doing it to you in the car this
afternoon, didn't you?"

"That's different," Jason retorted. "You weren't doing
this. You weren't touching me,... there."

"I'll stop if you really want me too," Carlo whispered.
"But I know you like it. That's why you feel so good inside."

"Huh? How do you know how I feel?"

"I can tell. You're shaking. Every time I touch you, you
shake. That's how I know. If you didn't like it, you'd scream
for your mother. Go on, Jason, if you don't like it, why don't
you call for her to come in here?" the man teased.

Jason shook his head and clenched his lips. He could not
understand what was happening to him. He knew that he should
call out and part of him wanted to. He opened his mouth to shout
but the sound stopped in his lungs. His eyes narrowed and he
looked at the man curiously.

"Why?" he demanded. There was an urgency in his voice that
had not been there a moment earlier. It matched the urgency in
Carlo's fingers as they squeezed gently between his legs,
compressing his tiny testicles and rubbing them together. Jason
began to feel very hot and he wriggled uncomfortably as the
pressure seemed to increase inside him. His hand brushed at his
long hair again, pushing it aside. He felt feverish and very
strange.

"Why what, Jason?" Carlo whispered

"Why,... are you doing this,... to me?" he pleaded.

"Because. Because I want you to like me." His fingers
slipped away from the boy's scrotum and touched the very small,
very hard penis. He pressed it against the other leg, stroking
the swollen, thin shaft lovingly."Because I want you to feel
good. That's why your pee-pee is so hard, Jason."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jason asked. Suddenly he was aware
of the tightness between his legs. It seemed to be much hotter
than any other part of him. It had never felt so hot before and
it felt strangely hard too. "What do you mean about my penis
being hard?" he persisted.

Carlo smiled gently. "It's nice and hard, jason. It's
supposed to be like this. It shows me how much you like it when
I rub you here."

The boy shivered again as Carlo's fingers squeezed the
sensitive tip of his penis under the soft cloth of his pajamas.
It was also protected by his foreskin, but he still jumped. The
tiny penis flexed and jerked immediately, hungry for more. It
did not go unnoticed by Carlo. "It feels good doesn't it Jason?"
he whispered. "I can tell you like this."

"I want you,... to stop," he whined.

"No you don't, Jason. You like it. It feels good doesn't
it?"

Jason tried valiantly to shake his head in denial but all
he could manage was to look downward. His squat, thin penis was
barely protruding out of the slit in his shorts. He watched in
disbelief as Carlo's finger and thumb gently enclosed it and
began to move up and down. Uncircumcised and still too young for
the foreskin to retract over the glans, the fingers moved with
the boy's skin. Unable to stop himself, Jason sighed softly as
he breathed out. It did feel good. His penis flexed again but
this time it was at his instigation as he tightened his groin
muscles in search of still further delight.

"Let's take your pajamas off," Carlo whispered. "It'll feel
even better then and you won't be so hot."

For a few moments Jason thought silently to himself. He
knew he should ask Carlo to stop what he was doing. It was a
sin. Playing with it was BAD. Every boy knew that. You weren't
supposed to touch it, except to go to the bathroom. But it felt
so good, so incredibly good that it was all he could do to stop
himself from shaking continuously.

The wonderful feelings seemed to begin in his penis but
they moved outwards in waves. Wonderful waves. The good feelings
surged from his groin all the way down to his toes so that they
curled over and his feet began to scrape against the sheets.
With each successive wave, his hands clenched and he winced
almost as if he was in pain. His heart began to beat faster and
faster, growing stronger until it seemed to be pounding loudly
in his ears. He swallowed and pressed his lips together so that
he would not make a sound. A cry seemed to build in his throat
but when it finally broke free it was a long gasp for air. It
was a moan of ecstasy. Carlo's smile went unnoticed in the
darkness as the boy's hips lifted upward eagerly, pushing his
rigid, tiny erection harder into the rapidly jerking fingers.
His legs began to tremble, then moving of their own will, began
to jerk and writhe under the sheets.

The pressure built inside Jason's small body until he
thought he would burst. Unknown to the boy, the sheet was lifted
back and pushed to the other side of the bed. His breathing was
frenzied, quick short gasps that barely reached his lungs before
he sucked in more air to feed his pumping heart. Then he could
stand it no longer. It started as a quiet, puppy-like whine and
as the seconds passed it became more stressed, louder, and
animal-like. His penis began to throb, aching as the delicate
flesh was abraded. But Jason Anderson wanted only for the
pleasure to go on forever.

When Carlo's fingers slipped away from his penis, Jason
murmured something but by then his eyes were closed as he
absorbed the delightful sensations. He giggled as Carlo
unfastened the button on his shorts and he lifted his hips
upward willingly as his shorts were pulled down, all the way
down his legs and past his feet.

"Let's get your shirt off as well," Carlo urged. "Then
you'll more comfortable and not nearly as hot."

Jason shook his head. "No,... no I don't want,...." he
began hesitantly. But resistance was impossible for him and he
obediently he lifted up his thin, pale arms as Carlo tugged the
shirt upward. As it came past his head Carlo noticed that the
boy was gasping, breathing through his mouth as he panted
rapidly.

Carlo smiled appreciatively as he examined the small naked
body. Even in the nearly pitch-darkness he could see everything
he wanted. The boy's body was very pale, almost white. He was
slender with narrow hips and a taut little belly. His chest was
thin and with his arms still above his head, the lines of his
ribs stood out like those of a starving child.

"You're beautiful, Jason," he breathed out. Slowly Jason's
arms came down and he folded them across his chest protectively.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, now is there, Jason?"
he added gently. "I bet that feels a lot cooler now?"

Jason nodded absently, becoming more aware of his nakedness
as his attention focused on his stiff little penis. He looked
downward and wished that it was bigger. As big as the boys at
school, as big as Travis. Travis' penis was nearly three inches
long. It was a lot bigger than his penis was and he was envious.
But his penis was bigger now than it had ever been in his short
life. Even fully erect it was still smaller than his thumb. It
was thinner too and more than a quarter of an inch of it was
accounted for by the pointed end of his foreskin as it covered
his glans and formed a tiny puckered hole at the tip.

"Move down in the bed," Carlo commanded. Obediently, Jason
wriggled downward. "Move your legs apart," he added. Jason
complied. His chest rose and fell rhythmically as his breathing
slowed.

Carlo smiled, unseen in the dark, as his hands felt the
small hips. His thumbs began to circle on the velvet-smooth skin
of the boy's stomach, coming within a inch of the rigid penis.
"Legs wide apart," he instructed urgently as his own excitement
began to increase exponentially. His thumbs moved inwards until
they brushed against the sensitive flesh where penis attached to
pubis and scrotum began. With infinite care, his thumbs began to
stroke up and down, following the rounded curve of the plump
little scrotum, then along the underside - now the topside - of
the swollen, short shaft. Jason's eyes closed again. Unable to
resist the delight that soared outward from his genitals and too
ashamed to admit that he liked it, he did the only thing he
could, he began to moan quietly.

Carlo's urgency began to fade. He recognized that the boy
was now consenting to his caress. He had triumphed again. Soon
it would be mutual pleasuring. Soon he would savor the other
pleasures of this delightful boy. He was pleased with himself.
There was no need to threaten or cajole this time. He began to
consider the prospect of marriage. This boy was the only benefit
of a union with his mother.

Slowly he reduced the attention he paid to the boy's
genitals. He extended his caresses along the slender limbs,
tickling him and fondling the warm, soft skin. His fingertips
were the sole source of Jason's delight and they travelled
everywhere, discovering sensitive places that Jason had never
realized existed in his body. For the first time his nipples
hardened, then as Carlo pinched them gently with his thumb and
finger of his left hand, they began to swell. As he rolled the
firm bulbs, the boy began to experience the approach of orgasm
for the first time.

The signs were unmistakable to Carlo. The boy's muscles
began to tense, tightening as the pulling muscles lifted his
hips upward. His back arched, quivering as his long thigh
muscles strained. Without looking, Carlo knew that the boy's
buttocks were clenching, squeezing hard as his penis stiffened
even further. Unable to resist the temptation, Carlo's left hand
moved downward again, tracing the line of the boy's body,
momentarily circling his little intruded navel, then down his
lower belly. He continued to squeeze the now-very-hard penis
playfully. The boy's scrotum had wrinkled as it became taut,
forcing his baby-boy testicles into the cavities through which
they had descended eight years earlier. Carlo's left hand began
to massage the taut pouch, pressing hard into the boy's
testicles.

Jason giggled and his legs stretched even further apart. It
served to make his genitals very exposed. They were no longer
his private parts. Jason's penis and testicles were openly
displayed. They were now Carlo's property.

"Promise you won't tell," Carlo whispered, "And I'll show
you something very special, Jason."

Jason nodded frantically. His face contorted in a painful
grimace of boundless pleasure. "What? Yeah? I promise, okay!"

Carlo grinned in the darkness. His fingers enclosed the
boy's penis tightly and he began to rub, concentrating mostly on
the end where he knew the sensitive glans was. He knew it would
drive the boy wild in only a few minutes.

The first shuddering spasm came in exactly forty-five
seconds. Jason started to squeal and his legs jerked upward
without warning. But Carlo had been waiting and he pushed the
boy's face against the pillow. The cry was muffled and unheard
beyond the private confines of the boy's room. As Carlo had
expected, the orgasm was dry. He hoped it would be dry for years
to come. That would make his marriage to the boy's mother
worthwhile. He paused, gently stroking the flattened scrotum as
the boy's breathing slowed again and his tension eased.

Finally, the boy's eyes met his. Carlo saw both
condemnation and curiosity. "What,... did you do?... What
happened to me?" he begged between pants.

Carlo squeezed the little penis playfully. It was still
very hard, ready for more, wanting to go on and on. "Did you
like it?" he asked gently. "Most boys do."

Jason thought for a moment, shaking his head to clear the
whirling confusion he felt inside. "It,... It felt weird," he
responded slowly, "Like something got hurt in me. Kind of in
my,... you know."

"Does it still hurt?" Carlo asked.

Jason shook his head. Taking his hand away from the boy's
groin, Carlo carefully eased the slender legs back onto the bed.
Immediately, his hand moved back to caress Jason's penis.

"What now?" Jason asked shyly. "Is it over now?"

Ignoring Jason's question, Carlo began to rub the now-sore,
little penis again, pulling downward on the loose flesh as he
tried to retract the foreskin over the tiny glans. The boy
winced uncomfortably.

"That hurts," he complained.

"It just takes practice. Like most things," Carlo said
gently. "It'll pull back sooner if we practice."

"Huh? Pull what back," Jason asked curiously as he glanced
down at his penis. He could just make out the man's arm and hand.

Carlo laughed and playfully squeezed the bulging glans.
"This. When your skin pulls back your pee-pee is even more fun."

"Why?" Jason persisted. "But I don't understand what pulls
back."

Carlo laughed again, "You will in time. It just feels
better, that's all." He gave the boy's penis a final squeeze for
the night. "Lift your legs up boy and let's have a look at the
rest of you."

The boy was obviously confused. He lay still as he looked
silently up at the man who leaned over him. Firmly taking the
boy's ankles Carlo lifted them upward, pushing the boy's knees
to his shoulders. In the darkness he could barely see the pale
small buttocks. Keeping one arm locked behind Jason's knees to
restrain his legs, Carlo caressed the soft, rounded flesh of the
small cheeks. Gradually his fingertips moved into the crack. It
was hot within the crevice, hot and slightly moist. He traced
the center-line, moving backward from the tiny scrotum until he
found the puckered opening.

He probed with the tip of one finger. There was no doubt
that the boy was a virgin. But boys of Jason's age always were.
He grinned to himself as his finger pushed inward slightly.
There was no complaint from Jason. He wondered whether the boy
was too tired, but he knew better. He considered going deeper,
pushing in far enough to see the boy's reaction. He decided that
it was still too tight without a lubricant but he also knew the
advantage of regular exercise. A week, two at the most, and he
could penetrate the boy without too much pain, and not with his
finger.

 He leaned forward and gently kissed the boy's forehead.
"If I marry your mother, Jason, we could do this every night.
Would you like that?" he whispered in the boy's ear.

"I,... I guess," the boy whispered back. "But mom would
kill me if she found out."

"She doesn't need to know, Jason. This is our secret, just
between the two of us, okay?" Jason nodded in assent. "Did you
have fun, little prince?"

"Yeah," Jason said sleepily.

"That's enough for one night, I think. You need to sleep.
Turn onto your side and I'll stay here with you and rub your
back until you go to sleep."

Jason nodded sleepily and twisted over in the bed. He
curled up, burying his head into the soft pillows as he breathed
deeply. In a few minutes he was sound asleep again, as if
nothing had disturbed him during the night.