Back in the 80's I was friends with a straight couple who were Pagan and very relaxed about nudity. They knew I was gay, and were cool. They didn't know about my secret love, but I think if they did, it wouldn't have mattered to them.
They had a son and a daughter. At the time of this story, the son, Sean, was probably 7, athletic, with short blond hair.
It was summer, when I pulled up in front of their house, and I saw Sean, nude, on the front porch, pounding on the door.He saw me, and immediately ran around to the back yard. I rang the doorbell, and called out my name, and the door was opened by a shirtless young man of 13 ? He was slender, but muscular, with brown hair. He apologized, and let me in. I'd never seen him before, but I wouldn't forget that beauty for a long time!
I heard voices, and wound my way back to the family room, where I found my friends. This young man followed me back and sprawled on the couch, putting his arms behind his head, showing off his gorgeous hairless armpits. It was hard to take my eyes off him, and focus on my friends!
We started talking, and then we heard the front door slam, and Sean came running, giggling loudly, still naked, thru the room, and down the hall to the bedroom wing. My friends didn't react except Dad called out, "Sean, you put on some clothes!"
After about 2 minutes, the young man got up and started down the hall. Dad said, "where are you going?" The young man said, "I'm going to help Sean get dressed." Dad said, "Whatever", and we continued to talk.
In my head, my mind was buzzing. It seemed this boy had been locking Sean out of the house naked, and now he was helping him get dressed? A 13 year old boy brimming with testosterone, already half naked himself, helping a 7 year old naked Imp get dressed?! I had to know more.
I made the excuse that I needed to go to the bathroom, and headed down the hall. I found Sean's room and listened at the door. I could hear the young man saying, "Go faster", quietly. I ducked into the bathroom, did my business, and then listened at Sean's door. I couldn't hear anything else, so I headed back to the family room. I ran into "Mom" on the way there, and she volunteered, "His name is Patrick, and he's Sean's friend from the neighborhood. He stays over a lot on the weekends. His Dad and him fight a lot."
I went back in and sat down, and Mom returned shortly. About 10 minutes later, Sean and Patrick came in, and sat on the couch, watching TV. Sean had shorts on, but no shirt. Patrick was still shirtless, and he had a splotchy red chest and his bangs were damp. Who knows what went on behind that door!
Gypsy83
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