Skirting the Issue – Part 1
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)
“Thanks a lot for the hard work, guys,” I said, shaking the hands of the three movers, slipping each of them a twenty while I did it.
The unloading of all my earthly belongings into my new condo had gone smoothly, and the money I’d paid for the movers was well worth it, considering the stairs. There was an elevator, but it was at the other end of the building and the guys had decided it was easier just to move everything up the stairs on my end. Having walked up and down it a few times carrying small items as an act of solidarity, I’d decided I wouldn’t be doing anything so foolish. It was the elevator for me.
I walked over to the railing and stared out over the water. The condo complex sat on the intercoastal waterway, so there was an inlet behind me called Bayou Bay, and the Gulf of Mexico in front of me. A steady breeze was blowing off the water, rustling my light brown hair and cooling the light sheen of sweat on my arms and neck. The day was still hot, though we were nearing dusk. For a moment I thought about just grateful I was that I didn’t move furniture for a living.
While I enjoyed the deepening colors of dusk I heard a noise. A door had opened two down from mine, back towards the stairs, and it had grown just dark enough that the spill of light from inside was noticeable. A young girl saw me noticing her and she smiled and gave me a shy wave as she walked by me, heading down the open hallway towards the elevator.
Cute kid, I thought, and I went back to watching my sunset. I was debating between going in and getting started on putting things away, or grabbing a beer and returning to the railing. I made a mental note to get myself an outdoor chair. I saw a number of such up and down the way.
I’d just decided that I better get some work done inside if I wanted a place to sleep that night. The movers had set up the bed for me, but I’d have to unpack the linens and find my pillows. I leaned back from where I’d been resting on my elbows and saw the light of the elevator as the door opened and light spilled out, revealing the girl from earlier.
Then I found myself wondering if going inside would be rude, or if waiting for her would be creepy. I decided to wait while pretending not to, if that makes any sense. As she got closer it seemed weird to not even acknowledge that she was there, so I turned and smiled.
“My mom forgot something in the car,” she explained with a shrug. “You just moved in, huh?”
As I said before, she was a cute kid. About twelve I thought. She had surprisingly short hair for a girl, a sweep of auburn across her brow and her ears and neck were bare of hair. She was wearing a girly little choker and a long-sleeved t-shirt with a plaid skirt over crimson and green leggings. She didn’t have any growth under that thin shirt, so maybe twelve was pushing it. Or maybe she was just a late bloomer.
“Yup,” I smiled. I indicated the deepening scarlets and purples of the sky and said, “I’m using the view as an excuse not to go in and start putting everything away.”
A tinkle of laughter. “Me and my mom moved in a few months ago. We’ve still got boxes full of stuff.”
“You’re filling me with confidence, kid,” I grinned. Then, “Well, I better get to it. Nice to meet you, neighbor. I’m Danny.”
“Oh! I’m Ethan,” she said. Wait, she said? I must have looked momentarily confused because he took sympathy on me and said, “I’m a boy.”
“Uhhh… of course you are,” I said awkwardly.
Another tinkle of what I now knew was boyish laughter, and he stepped forward and offered me his hand. I took it, feeling the warmth of it as we shook. He surprised me again with a firm handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Danny,” he said, and then he released my hand and walked past me to his condo, where the light swallowed him up with a cutesy little wave. I just stared after him, still feeling the warmth of his hand.
*
I was still thinking about Ethan as I put away the last of my flatware. I didn’t have any real plan for unloading boxes. After finding my sheets and pillows I just grabbed boxes as I came to them; the most recent had been marked ‘kitchen’.
I’m going to surprise no one reading this by disclosing that I’m a boylover. It’s the reason I didn’t pay Ethan much attention when I thought he was a she. Still, I liked boys. Not girls. Not girlish boys. I know there are a lot of fetishes and kinks in the disparate community of boylovers. You’ve got your foot fetishists, your B&D types, the humiliation and torture crowd, and of course the contingent of guys who prefer their boys to wear cute, frilly little dresses and talk about getting fucked in their ‘boy pussy’. If I wanted pussy, I’d go after girls or women. If I was going to be fucking anything, it would be a tight little asshole, and it would belong to a boy.
Not that I’d actually ever fucked a boy. I’d had a couple fingers in there over the years, and even tried rimming a boy, but I always worried about hurting them so I’d never broached the subject. I’d been with a number of boys over the years, but only three since turning eighteen. One of those had been a quick, week-long fling during a vacation down in Mexico. I was twenty-five now, and it had been over two years since I’d been with a boy.
Then suddenly, there was Ethan. I was really unsure how I felt about him. He was cute, I couldn’t deny that. Cute enough that I’d easily bought him as a girl. Of course, many boys that age have an androgynous or even effeminate look about them, but Ethan more than most. Or perhaps the clothes were just influencing my perception. After all, it wasn’t every day I saw a young boy in a skirt and leggings.
A girly boy. Huh. Well, surely he was gay, right? I mean, there’s so much talk about trans issues these days and all that, but it’s not something I’m really up on, if I’m being honest. Surely if a young kid likes to go around wearing girly clothes, he’s gay. Or maybe just a burgeoning transvestite. I knew they were often straight. It was confusing and yet another thing to occupy my thoughts.
I’d been with a boy when I was fifteen who was most certainly gay. Open and proud at fourteen. The rest of the boys from my own childhood, as well as one of the boys in my adulthood, were just typical boys; horny and mostly uncaring where they got off so long as they got off. Nice and uncomplicated. The Mexican kid had just been after my money, I’m sure. He hadn’t been a child prostitute or anything, just an opportunist. That left Luke, my last little boy lover, who had most definitely been gay and knew it when I’d met him at eleven. We hadn’t hooked up until he was twelve, but he’d been aiming for me for awhile by that point.
Hooking up with a boy was always problematic. I suppose anything that could get you sent to prison for a horrible number of years can tend to be viewed as problematic. So many things could go wrong. You were dealing with a younger person who didn’t always understand all of their feelings, which I suppose is why it’s illegal to begin with, but anyone who tells you kids are easy to manipulate into sex is either an idiot, or a soulless predator. Kids are a lot more savvy than they are given credit for, and they see through that kind of bullshit pretty well. I’d never had to manipulate any of the boys I’ve been with, as a kid or as an adult. They’ve all known what they wanted, or at least an idea of it, and I’d found that allowing them to take things at the pace with which they were comfortable was the safest and easiest road.
I wondered if Ethan were gay. Again. I was still wondering about it when I lay down for sleep.
*
Ethan wasn’t my first thought when I woke the next morning, but he was probably the second or third. I pulled on a pair of thin cotton jogging shorts and peed, then navigated through all the boxes into the kitchen. I didn’t have anything fresh in the fridge, so I had to settle for a power bar and a handful of dried Cheerios. I’d have to get to the grocery store.
I’d opened the drapes. I told myself it was so I could see the sun on the water, but really I was hoping for a glimpse of Ethan. Twice I’d glanced up as shadows passed by, but each time it turned out to be an adult neighbor. Neither had glanced at me.
Around noon, I decided to go to the grocery store. While I was driving I spotted a school bus and it hit me. It was April. Kids were still in school. No wonder I hadn’t seen Ethan. I felt a mild bit of uneasy guilt as I realized that I’d already decided to get online and check out school bell times for local schools as soon as I got home.
The problem, it turns out, is that I didn’t know what grade Ethan was in, so deciding what school he might attend was difficult. Assuming he was a bit younger than I thought, he might be in elementary school, which in this area started between eight and nine depending on the school, and let out between two and three. If he was a middle schooler, then they universally started at 9:40am and let out at 4:10pm.
Finally I gave myself a mental kick for obsessing over this kid I’d only met once and wasn’t even sure I was attracted to and got back to the onerous job of unpacking. I made decent progress through the afternoon, in spite of keeping an eye on the front windows. I still hadn’t seen any sign of him by three, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.
About three-thirty I saw a lady walk by. I was in the bedroom, which also had a window which looked out to the walkway. I was immediately sure she was Ethan’s mother. She seemed the right age, early to mid-thirties. Her hair was an almost identical shade of auburn and the quick look I had of her face somehow reminded me of him. Also, there were only four more condos that way before you reached the stairs, and why would she be taking the stairs?
I thought about going out quickly and introducing myself, but she was only two doors down and I didn’t think I could get to my door before she went through hers, and even if I did, it struck me as a bit desperate. I let it go and went back to work.
I was working on setting up my computer in the second bedroom, which would be my office. I work from home as a programmer, or a code monkey, as I prefer to think of myself. Luckily, I’m a skilled code monkey and my reputation as an independent contractor was good enough to keep me working and allow me to select my jobs and my hours.
I knew it was after four o’clock, as my eyes kept slipping to the clock. I wasn’t sure how long it would take him to get home. I was pretty sure I’d have noticed if Ethan’s mother had left to pick him up, so he was likely taking a bus. If his school let out at ten after four, it could take as little as maybe ten minutes and upwards of thirty probably to get home. I didn’t want to miss him.
As I worked and watched the clock I thought about just going out and waiting. I’d bought a lawn chair while I was out and I could grab a beer and just wait. It seemed a bit suspicious however. As it was, I nearly missed him. I’d gone ahead and grabbed that beer and I was in the kitchen when I saw him passing my windows.
I saw Ethan glancing into my window as he passed, but I’m not sure if he saw me. I raised a quick hand in greeting, but he didn’t react. He’d seemed polite last night, so I doubt he’d ignore me. I figured that the late afternoon light was bouncing off the window, making it difficult to see inside. I could only see the boy’s upper body, which was clad in a jeans jacket with pink lapels and a gray hoodie underneath. I got the impression that the shirt underneath that was white, but he passed too quickly. He’d worn a backpack of some sort.
And that was it for the day, I’m sad to say. I went out a couple of hours later, sitting in my chair and sipping a beer, but he didn’t make an appearance. I was even bold enough to sidle down the walk a bit and glance at his windows, but both sets showed closed blinds. I wondered if he slept in the front or back bedroom. I imagined him in bed at night with his curtains open and the moonlight playing over his delicate little body. I wondered if he wore boys briefs or if he took the whole girl clothes thing all the way and wore panties.
The next day was Wednesday. Now that I had an idea of his schedule, I was better able to plan for a ‘chance’ meeting. I got up earlier than my usual ten o’clock, rising a few minutes before nine. My Keurig gave me a nice cup of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, which I took outside with me. Then I planted myself in my new chair and waited.
I was taking only my third sip when I was rewarded by a sound off to my left. I glanced over to see Ethan emerging from his condo. Today he seemed to be wearing the same denim jacket from yesterday, with pink lapels and several little stickpins, featuring unicorns and kittens and other cartoony little characters. Underneath this was a pink t-shirt which also featured a cartoon unicorn. He was wearing another skirt, also in denim, which matched the jacket. Below that were brightly colored tights or leggings which I would almost describe as rainbow stripes, except that the only colors were black, dark blue, pink, yellow, violet and then light blue. They were stuffed into zebra striped high top sneakers.
“Hey,” I said with a smile, lifting my coffee mug in greeting. “Ethan, right?” As if I could have forgotten.
“Right,” he smiled. His voice was sweet.
“You must be heading off to school,” I said.
He walked closer, stopping only a couple of feet away. His skin was so soft and perfect. I noticed now that he was close that he had hazel eyes. His nose was a cute little thing, and his lips were so delicately pink that I wondered if he was wearing lipstick. I imagined from the bit of shine that he was wearing lip gloss at the least. I wondered if it tasted like strawberry. He had what I generally termed as chipmunk cheeks when he grinned. There was another choker around his neck, covering his immature Adam’s apple. He smelled of girlish perfume, a bit too sweet, like candy. Maybe it was strawberries, too.
“Yeah,” he said, leaning a bit to the side so that he could glance through my windows. “I guess you’re getting all unpacked, huh?”
“Getting there,” I allowed. “I hired movers to get it here. I should have hired someone to put it all away for me.”
“I could help, if you really mean it,” he said, the eagerness in his voice apparent.
That was intriguing. Get him alone in my apartment? Not that I’d make a move on him or anything, of course, but getting to know him would be nice, and getting him used to the idea of coming over was another great step.
“Well, if you really mean it, I’d be happy for the help,” I told him. “The move has put me behind on my work and I that’d really make things easier for me.”
“I could come over after school!” he said, bouncing on his toes.
“Okay,” I allowed, “but only if your mother is okay with it.”
“She will be,” he assured me.
“So how much do you think you’d want?” I asked.
He glanced down at a pink rubber watch on his skinny wrist, then looked pensively down towards the elevator. He bit his lip nervously, which I found adorable. “I really have to catch my bus. Can we talk about it later?”
“Sure,” I said, waving him down the hall. “Come see me after you’ve talked to your mom. Or bring her over if you like. I’d love to meet all my neighbors.”
“Okay, thanks, Danny,” he said, and he spun off down the hall, his My Little Pony backpack bouncing on his back.
All I could think about was that he’d remembered my name.
* * *
Another shopping trip got me a small table to set my coffee on outside the door. I’d noticed a need for it that morning. I also got new drapes for the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if the ones in there had been left by the last tenant or supplied by the condo association, but they were basically blackout curtains, and I didn’t want that much coverage.
In my mind I imagined young Ethan outside my window in the morning, staring in at me as I slept, me with morning wood on display. I got hard just thinking about it. Anyway, the new sheer curtains would provide the image of propriety while leaving me exposed to a determined viewer. Of course, I didn’t have the slightest idea that something like that would ever happen, but like I said, the thought excited me.
After returning, I got back to work on all the boxes. This time, however, I wasn’t doing much unpacking. It occurred to me that if this happened, and my young neighbor was going to be able to help me unpack, then the more things he had to unpack, the longer he’d be staying. So in actuality, I ended up repacking a few boxes. The only thing I wanted fully unpacked and set up was my office stuff, or at least those things I’d need to work. I wasn’t really behind on anything, as I’d slotted time for this move, but it made a great excuse and I needed to be working while Ethan was around to prove the need for his presence in the first place.
At four I went in and took another shower. I loved this new shower. It was nice and big and modern, with a fancy showerhead and different buttons and a temperature gauge. The best part was that it was directly opposite a section of wall which featured a floor to ceiling mirror. I’ve always loved watching myself naked, and my bouncing erection was proof of that.
At twenty-five I wasn’t in quite the shape I’d been at twenty, but I was still hanging in there. I was five foot nine, about a hundred and fifty-five pounds. Still lean and mean, although my belly was starting to round just very slightly. It was nothing a couple of weeks in a gym wouldn’t fix. Assuming I got myself to a gym.
I’ve never been a hairy guy, with my only body hair being the trail of hair leading from my naval to my pubic bush. I’ve got light brown hair, which I keep pretty short. My cock is a respectable six inches. A bit on the thicker side, and I’ve got a nice set of balls hanging below. I’m circumcised, which is okay with me, as I’ve never known anything else. I hear there’s a loss of sensation if you’ve been cut, but I find that hard to believe, considering how sensitive it can be down there. I squeezed my dick as I wondered whether or not Ethan might be cut. I knew I wouldn’t really care one way or the other, if I was every to get an answer to that question.
Twenty minutes later, dressed now in another, much newer, pair of jogging shorts and a plain, black t-shirt, I heard a light knocking at my door. Heart suddenly thumping in my chest, I took a deep breath, striving for casual.
I opened the door to find a grinning Ethan. He was dressed the same as he’d been that morning, minus the jeans jacket. The too small t-shirt underneath was pink and featured a little kid cartoon version of Deadpool astride a unicorn, apparently jumping over a rainbow with little puffy clouds on each end.
“Cool shirt,” I said.
His eyes lit up. “Thanks! It’s super cool.”
“Very,” I said, wondering if he’d seen the movie. It was a pretty intense movie for a twelve-year-old, I thought. Assuming he was twelve. Still, intense for whatever age he was.
“My mom is working,” he said, “but I talked to her and she said it’s okay. She just wants to talk to you first. Is that okay?” He held up his phone, an iPhone with a sparkly pink cover.
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll be happy to talk to her.”
He quickly dialed and then held it to his ear. After a moment he said, “Mom? I’m here with Danny.” A pause. “No, I’m still outside.” Another pause. “I said I would.” And another. “I promise, okay?” He nodded, then, “Okay, here he is,” and he held out his phone to me.
I took it while very softly asking him, “What’s your mom’s name?”
“Debbie,” he told me.
“Debbie?” I asked. “I’m your new neighbor, Danny Harkins.”
“Debbie Bradley,” she said to me. “Ethan tells me you want to hire him.”
“Honestly, I just thought it might be nice for him to earn a little walking around money. I know I always wanted to when I was a kid. It really would be helpful. I have a lot of work to do.”
We spent a few minutes talking. I told her about programming, she told me she was a nurse. She’d gotten stuck working a double shift, which was pretty common she told me, after she’d warmed to me a bit. I understood it was a sign of her trust. You don’t tell strangers that you leave your young kid alone until after 11pm on a school night.
I assured her I wasn’t a serial killer, and even volunteered to check in on Ethan on nights when she had to pull a double. She seemed genuinely grateful. Her husband, Ethan’s father, had died three years earlier, and the two of them were coping the best they could. They could only afford to live in the condo because it was owned by her father-in-law, who rented it to her for just enough to handle the fees and utilities.
Ethan grew a bit bored as we talked, and went to the railing, looking out over the water. He even had a girlish way of standing. I fantasized about running my hand up along the inside of his thigh, up underneath his skirt, and exploring what I might find up there.
Finally Debbie said, “Well, as long as you promise not to chop up his body and put it in a freezer, I suppose it’s okay.”
“Actually, I’ve got one of those Coleman coolers,” I joked. “A freezer would be way too awkward to move.”
Ethan turned and raised an eyebrow at that, seeming to have an idea what we were talking about. I said my goodbyes to his mother and hung up the phone, handing it back to him.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, kid,” I said. I stepped back and opened the door, waving him forward grandly. “M’lord,” I said.
He curtsied, giggled, and then entered my lair.
*
I can’t believe I said lair. How oddly dramatic. I offered Ethan a drink, and he took apple juice over the Mountain Dew I thought he’d choose. Then I made a play of going to my office and pretended to get back to work. I’d instructed him to just concentrate on moving boxes around based on their labels. Bedroom and clothes of course went to the bedroom, bathroom and vanity to the bathroom, etc.
After about ten minutes I realized it was too quiet. I went out to the living room to find Ethan bent over a box. His little skirt was pretty short, but of course the leggings covered anything I might have spotted. “I’ve got an Alexa in one of these boxes,” I told him. “If you find it we can get some music going in here.”
So we started searching for Alexa. In the meantime, I slowly got to know Ethan. He was indeed twelve, and was about to finish sixth grade in May. He told me he was a Scorpio, and followed that up with his opinion that astrology was pretty dumb. We agreed.
He talked a little about his dad, but just the facts and I could tell it was still a painful subject. Cancer had taken him, and he had lingered awhile with it. He really loved and admired his mother, which I liked. After a bit of unsuccessful searching, Ethan turned to me with a serious look.
“Danny?”
“Yeah?” I asked, sitting down a few feet away and giving him my attention.
He sat as well and I fought to keep my eyes from straying up his skirt. “You haven’t said anything.”
“About what?” I asked, although I had an idea.
“About how I dress,” he said.
“I said you had a cool shirt,” I reminded him.
“True,” he said thoughtfully. Then, “Most people say something.”
“Did you want me to say something?” I asked.
He gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. Just usually people say stuff.”
I took a thoughtful pause. “Like, mean stuff?” I asked.
“Sometimes,” he allowed, not meeting my eyes. He scratched at his leg, and I noticed for the first time that his short nails were painted pink.
“Like… your leggings clash with your sneakers?” I ventured.
He snapped a look at me, a bit shocked, and then burst into laughter. “You’re weird,” he said.
I grunted. “You’re the one wearing the zebra shoes,” I said.
He gave me a grin. Subject broached and apparently dealt with to his satisfaction, he went back to looking through boxes. We found Alexa a few minutes later in a box marked ‘Misc’, which was completely unhelpful when I thought about it.
We got the machine up and running and Ethan chose random pop music, which I mostly tried to ignore as I went back to working.
At seven o’clock, I once again talked to Debbie, and explained that I was ordering pizza and would love it if Ethan could help me with it, as a reward for his great work. She agreed and we sat around my living room, which sported a significantly lower number of boxes by then.
Finally, I said good-night to the boy, who assured me he’d be fine on his own until his mom got home. I did manage to get a promise out of him to come back the next day. Then I gathered up our paper plates, cleaned up a bit and did some more work before watching a bit of television and finally getting ready for bed.
A quick step outside onto the walkway after brushing my teeth showed that my sheer curtains, pulled closed as was only proper, showed my bed clearly with the light from the bathroom shining on it. Back in my bedroom I stripped completely and made a few casual sweeps through the house. When I got hard I realized that my casual didn’t seem all that casual anymore, so I turned off the light and slipped into bed.
My alarm woke me at nine. I’d thought about it the night before and decided that I wouldn’t get up and wait for Ethan with my coffee this morning. The idea of those sheer curtains was too tempting for me. So I waited, stretched out naked in my bed, my eyes bare slits, watching the full length mirror I’d mounted on the wall opposite me, which would give me a perfect view of the window above and behind me.
However, within a minute my cock was throbbing almost painfully. I worried about the kid seeing me like that. I was fine with him seeing my penis, but not all hard and scary looking. I wanted to seduce him a bit, not frighten him. I had no idea of his amount of sexual knowledge or his level of sexual awareness.
Rethinking my plan, I pulled up my sheet so that my right leg and naked hip were exposed, but my cock was covered. I examined my image in the mirror, satisfied. It was teasing, and the tent of my cock was clearly visible, but the naked aggression of my erection was hidden.
I nearly flinched about thirty seconds later when I saw him in the mirror. He was just a shadow through the window and the curtain, but I saw his arms lift and I knew he was holding his hands to the window to see better. He abruptly moved backwards a step, and then after a moment, he stepped forward again hesitantly and lifted his shielding hands to the window once more. I couldn’t help it, my cock jerked. I did my best to control my breathing, but my heart was beating with excitement, causing my cock to bob and twitch a bit.
Ethan stood there for maybe thirty seconds before I saw him look both ways, then he stared for another ten seconds or so before he disappeared from view. I gave it another five minutes to be safe. My cock remained as stiff as ever, and saying ‘fuck it’ mentally, I pulled back the sheet, grabbed my dick and jacked myself to a powerful orgasm, spraying my belly with hot goo.
End of Part 1
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