In a moment of impact, Teddy's world turned blue. The goggles felt suddenly tight around his head. He had to get used to it, though, like he had to get used to the airlessness of the warm pool. The boy drifted down, letting his arms and legs drift in small circles. Sunlight crept over his tanned skin in gentle waves. Everything was quiet for the moment, but he had to come up eventually. Teddy sunk, then pushed, and the air came rushing back.

He gasped as he broke the surface, shaking his head of the water as he crawled to the side again. All the noises came back to him now, and he could hear the insects and birds calling from the pine forest, the whistle of the wind in the tops of the trees, and the chuckling of the man in the reclining chair. Teddy rested his elbows on the smooth stone and pulled his goggles up, squinting at Mr. Valentine as the neighbor raised an eyebrow right back.

"The American judge says: ten outta ten, to our diver Teddy Derringer," he said.

"Thanks, Mr. Valentine."

Dane Valentine's property was distanced from the rest of the neighborhood, but it had to be. The woods were denser here, away from the edges of the suburb. Riding his bike further down the road would have taken Teddy to the fishing pond, then to the local nature paths, and then out to the boonies. The house was situated on a hill, modern and much larger than it needed to be, Teddy felt, for a guy who lived alone. But Mr. Valentine seemed to enjoy the solitude as much as he seemed to enjoy anything. The old-growth forest and the stained fence protected any prying eyes from seeing down to the pool. It sloped down from a two-foot shallow end to a twelve-foot basin, an L-shaped curve in the rocky northern ground. Heat could only permeate so much, of course, and it was a big pool for a big guy. The hot tub sitting next to the house at the butt of the pool could satisfy all the needs of the heat, though. Teddy had only been in there once, when his parents brought him over for the summer grilling parties. Everyone had to impress the eccentric neighbor at those things; not here, though. Not today.

"Thank you for having your dad text me, by the by. The house is always open to you, but it's good to have warning. When are you thinking of heading home?"

"I guess when they're done doing the house stuff." Teddy shrugged. "Paperwork. He might do errands after, I dunno. Back to school shopping for backpacks and stuff."

"Mm, didn't go well with mom?"

"Next week she's taking me clothes shopping. It's okay."

Mr. Valentine nodded, but he wasn't smiling. Teddy let his legs float up to the surface behind him. His neighbor was a little older than his parents, a bigger man, too, although his legs weren't quite as hairy as the boy's own dad. He had that look of a retired person, someone relaxed and done with the world. Mr. Valentine was still a bit of a mystery. As far as Teddy had gleaned, he was an ex-mathematician, or some kind of business whiz, the kind of person that the kids around school would call weird if it wasn't for his rugged handsomeness. And he was handsome, and everyone said so, even if Teddy's friends only glanced at each other and confirmed that Mr. Valentine was, simply put, 'cool.' He had a strong jawline, dotted with dark stubble, leading up to a short and simple haircut. He clearly ate well, but Teddy had seen the weight room upstairs during a house tour; the size and strength were proportionate. Today was a usual suburban day in terms of outfits, it seemed, and Mr. Valentine's pecs gently stretched the fabric of his polo, untucked from his white denim shorts. He was tanned as well, just a little darker than Teddy all over. The summer would fade again, the boy knew, and they'd go back to their usual pinkness, soft and pale, although he would certainly be the softer of the two.

"Well," Mr. Valentine said, clearing his throat, "I'll miss you next week, then, but I'll see you after, maybe?"

"Yeah. Yeah, wait! Mom might, um, she might be taking things to the new house and I'll be taking some stuff so that means we can come by after and swim maybe?"

"Hey, like I said – always open."

If his mother hadn't mentioned it yesterday, Teddy wouldn't have known that it was almost one year since the divorce. At least they had explained to him what it was like with buying a new place, why it was taking so long, why they were still living together. It had settled in so easily. School had provided a guidance counselor for the entirety of fourth grade, and about half the kids in his class also had divorced parents. It had still been hard. Teddy bit his lip as he let his trunks fill up with air, rippling back into the water, drifting to and fro. The sun had been kind to him. Dane's house had been quiet when he needed a break from his dad's football games blaring on TV.

Wait, no, not Dane, Mr. Valentine They weren't on a first-name basis yet, not until Teddy grew up. The boy smiled to himself at the awkwardness, and Mr. Valentine returned it silently. Maybe he could write it off as thanks, or instead, he could just get back underwater. Teddy fumbled his goggles back and sunk underneath, running his fingers down the tile.

It was quiet here, and that was okay. Teddy pushed off the wall and stretched his arms in front of his body. Even with the little bit of hair he was starting to grow, his mother's blondeness ensured that it wasn't going to show up for a while, certainly not on his face or legs or anywhere else. One boy in his class was already having to shave his legs because, he claimed, the swimming and diving lessons meant that he couldn't have anything on his body. Teddy looked up to the sunlight, rolling over before glancing down at his legs. The peach fuzz would come in eventually. Smoothness was fine for now. Maybe if he lost some weight he could even join a swim team himself.

When he came up again, Mr. Valentine was just laying there, watching him from underneath his visor, smiling patiently. The man was probably a swimmer since he had a pool, but Teddy had never actually seen him jump in. From his chair, Mr. Valentine folded his hands together. There were no expectations, really, nothing but the two of them for the afternoon.

"Do you swim when you're done working out?" Teddy blurted, paddling back over to the side. "Or does it hurt more because you still have to do your arms and legs?"

"Well, I usually shower after, but sometimes I go in the hot tub to get my muscles relaxed. Sometimes I had clients come over who used the tub, too," he said.

"Clients? Oh, like for…"

"The physical therapy stuff. Keeping it a little casual," Mr. Valentine said with a smirk. "It's part-time so I don't have to let anyone in that I don't want to."

They had seen the table and the yoga room as well on that tour. At least one parent was a semi-regular client, as far as Teddy had overheard, but that didn't matter to him so he hadn't retained the info. The last time the Deringers had visited Teddy's aunt in Florida, they almost got Teddy a chair massage, but he was just under the age limit. The boy smiled as he drifted over to the slope in the pool where he could stand. His mother had rubbed his shoulders a little to compensate for the disappointment. It was simple, but a nice reminder. Everyone had been together then.

"Do you do sports, too? Like with the muscle stuff. Darius said you coached."

"Not besides the t-ball stuff. I don't think you did baseball when you were that little, did you? Darius was… Yeah, a few years ago. You guys are growing up. Gonna try out for something? Fifth grade's a good year."

"I dunno. Dad wants me to do football but I don't really like it? I wanted to look at some of the school play things but I can't sing super good either."

"Ach, you're being hard on yourself, Teddy." Mr. Valentine smiled and sat up, rubbing his thumb underneath his chin. "Maybe water polo, if they have it for your grade? Hard to find in this state. But hey! If you like swimming!"

He raised his hands in a noncommittal but hopeful shrug. Teddy grimaced and shrugged a little, tilting his head to one shoulder. Water polo had been on TV once, for the Olympics, and he hadn't watched much. But there were men like Mr. Valentine there, broad-shouldered with wide chests. They were still skinny like swimmers, but it was close enough. Teddy remembered their tight bands of swimwear, strips of international logos across the groin. He turned his face for a second and bit his lip. The man on the lounge chair shifted.

"Doing good?"

"Yea-huh."

There was always a little weirdness in Teddy's stomach when he swam somewhere public. On the beach they had those little shacks where his father would turn to let him strip in private. At the Y, Teddy would lock himself in a stall before rushing out to the poolside showers, averting the eyes of all the other swimmers changing right there on the benches. Sports would never be his place, not when all the boys stripped and showered together. Teddy took a deep breath and forced himself to drift a little, letting his body float to the deep end.

"You sure you're good? Just making sure you're safe an balanced."

Mr. Valentine swung his legs around and stood up from the chair, keeping eye contact with the boy as he stretched his arms above his head. Teddy could see the shirt's edge, the scruffy trail that led down into his shorts. The tattoos on Mr. Valentine's arms, snaking lines of black ink, shifted and bulged before he relaxed and set his hands on his hips. Maybe Teddy was a little dizzier than he had thought.

"Can I use the hot tub?"

"Of course. Just rinse off before you get in. I'll start 'er up."

He had never been in a hot tub by himself. Mr. Valentine's jacuzzi could hold quite a few kids, but the slots were limited. Well, to be fair, the man could get in as well, if he wanted. Teddy took off his goggles and flushed them in the water before he sloshed his way to the shallow end and the stairs leading out. The boy pulled up his trunks, running his fingers around the waistband. These things always left a mark. He loved these trunks, long and black with cool green lightning patterned around, but they were getting a little too old and a little too tight in the hips. That was part of growing up more than it was just getting big, he knew; turning eleven was a big start to the summer.

The outdoor shower, on the other side of this shaded patio, had a rectangular head and a pretty powerful spray. Teddy had used it before, and he looked over at Mr. Valentine as the man strolled to the pool controls. Clearly, he trusted the boy enough to not micromanage his shower. Teddy's bare feet patted on the ground as he stepped aside and turned the spray on the warmish setting. The head hissed to life, and Teddy held out his goggles for an actual cleaning.

A mechanical hum filled the pool area. Man and boy watched as the little panel opened up and the bar began to roll. Teddy had never seen an automated pool covering, not like this, at anyone else's house or even at a public place. Whatever mystery tech money Mr. Valentine had clearly was enough to make these things worth investing in, even if he was the only one here. The man stared off to make sure that both legs of the pool were covered, one rolling after another, as Teddy stepped into the spray.

Maybe it would be nice to get himself on a team somewhere. Noise filled his ears as the shower took over. He could learn how to shower completely naked, and nobody would care. Teddy huffed as he closed his eyes and ran his hands through his little buzzcut. He would have to turn all this baby fat into muscle somehow, like his neighbor had. It would be nice to know how to work out without it sucking so much, without it hurting. Running wasn't fun, and doing repetitive motions always made him sore. Even the bike ride over wasn't the most pleasant. But after, if he came over more often, Mr. Valentine could help him with a massage, just a little one.

Teddy pulled at the back of his shorts uncomfortably. He had seen massage videos on the internet before from ASMR channels. They sometimes helped him sleep, but he had a few that he watched over and over again that were more like the workout recovery techniques, the kind where a muscular man was laid on a table with a massive sheet pulled back, and another man dug his knuckles into the flesh. The boy turned and pulled on the other side, letting the warm water spray from his chest down the front of his trunks. It felt good. It felt good to think about the way that Mr. Valentine's hands could push into his body like that as well. The smooth nails wouldn't leave a single mark as the fingers slipped down his thighs and took all the soreness out of a bike ride or a hard swim. Teddy bit his lip as he pulled his shorts back, feeling that unusual warmth, just a little pressure of his own.

"Teddy! Hot tub's all set."

There was a snap back to reality in the boy's head right in time to the smaller snap of his shorts returning to his waist. Teddy's eyes flew open as he took a stumbling step backwards, hands open in innocence. Mr. Valentine and his deep voice were right there, smiling down as graciously as he always had, as if he hadn't seen a thing.

"But I have to set a timer for that temperature," the man continued, tilting his visor. "Your body's not ready for the real cooking, alright? Don't worry, maybe you can stay longer if you're good."

"Yeah. Thank you! Th… Yeah, thanks."

The man reached over and shut off the shower before he turned around, and Teddy swore there was a smirk on his face. When he looked down, just to make sure, the boy swallowed and felt his toes curl up involuntarily. He had had erections before, but never when anyone else was there, and he had only just learned the terminology in last year's health class. It hardly mattered, when he had been looking up snippets of porno since his first tablet, but he had never felt anything when there was even a chance of a door opening or another body near him. At least it didn't go out much past his gut, but the tent was prominent, almost painful. If the man had seen it, he did well not to mention it, and Teddy wasn't in trouble, thank goodness.

He started walking over and tried not to waddle in a way to make his penis rub more than it had already against the inside of his swimwear. But along the way, past the table and the mini-fridge, the man was standing in the sun, checking back to make sure that Teddy was following. The poor boy faltered, smiling and hunching over as much as he could without his body being too noticeable. Mr. Valentine glanced over to the woods idly in response, scratching the dark stubble on the side of his jaw.

The ladder up to the rim helped Teddy hunch over just a little more before he could slink into the water. As he got comfortable, his neighbor came to the side panel and began to punch buttons. The water was scalding and stung Teddy's legs and tummy, sending pinpricks across his shoulders as he found a seat. The tub hummed in its own baritone as bubbles began to rise up around them. The chemical scent of chlorinated water rose once more, just mildly, just enough to stop Teddy from getting too lost in his thoughts.

Nothing came to mind except for the weird and muddled feelings that had always been with him. Teddy let out a breath and played with the little bit of hair on top that he had left. Whatever faded hawk that he had gotten from the sports place, it was short, easy, and masculine-looking, just like his father, just like his neighbor. He couldn't see his reflection in the burbling surface, but at least it was something to offset his round cheeks. There, finally, a train of thought that wasn't about his body. Everything was fine until a strong hand came in from the side.

Mr. Valentine's fingers barely grazed Teddy's scalp as he pushed back an spiked up the boy's wet hair, lifting off as the man chuckled playfully. It was nothing more than a gesture of goodwill, something that an uncle or older cousin might do, and Teddy pushed his arms against his chest and giggled like a kid again, but that little twist in his stomach came back with a sudden resurgence, and he sunk into the tub with an involuntary whine. He felt almost like he was going to be sick or faint, but he didn't know why. His heart pounded under his sternum, dropping into his gut to join the roil.

"Sorry, sorry, can't help myself. Just helping you get back down to earth."

"No, um, it's okay. I'm just…"

"What's up? Your stomach feeling okay? You know you shouldn't be in the water if –"

"Just my muscles and stuff!" Teddy said quickly. "I guess. The hot water…it's relaxing, super relaxing, it's making my legs all weird."

"Huh." Mr. Valentine pushed his lower lip out and raised his eyebrows, nodding in a motion of agreement. "Well, you got some laps in, so that makes sense. Shouldn't be hurting too much."

"What happens if it does hurt a lot? You know about how all the parts of the leg work."

"Ha, well, not all the parts. It's… Physiology – that's the way the body is put together, that stays about the same from person to person. I don't know everything like how a doctor does, though. I just rub the muscles, and when I need to relax, well."

The man gestured to the tub. Teddy nodded and looked at the water, leaning back. Bubbles humming and burbling meant that nobody could see under the surface for the moment, though. It wasn't as though Mr. Valentine hadn't seen him, but he had ignored the boy's reaction, or at least he had only given a smile in response. No, there had been a smirk there. What did that mean? Teddy didn't even know what questions he could have asked, and he didn't have any questions on his mind in the first place. All he could think about was the hairy arms leaning on the side of the tub.

"Do you wanna come in?" the boy asked.

It felt like he was croaking out the words. Mr. Valentine didn't smirk again and he didn't laugh at the notion like Teddy had been afraid of, either. The man pushed his brown down seriously and hummed, glancing away in concern.

"Well, I don't exactly have my trunks on me. Would you be okay if I hop in in my – well, no, I don't want these jeans to get chlorinated," Mr. Valentine said.

"I mean, it's your pool, so…" Teddy mumbled.

"Can't exactly leave you unattended. I mean, I could, but." Mr.Valentine grinned and just shrugged.

As slowly as he could muster, Teddy slid himself over to the other bump in the hot tub seat, inviting the man to sit next to him. There was a chance that he had to go get his own swimming trunks, or that he would just come in in his shorts. Either way would be nice, but only as long as he could keep his penis from misbehaving or being seen. Mr. Valentine nodded and stepped back, taking his visor and kneeling on the ground. Even though he had just slid over, Teddy came back to the edge to watch.

Mr. Valentine hardly seemed to notice, or at least he didn't pay attention to Teddy as he kicked his sandals off and set his visor with them. He stood up and moved his hands to remove his polo in one fluid motion. Teddy watched the unfurling of his neighbor's hairy chest, a knot forming in his throat. The belly was evenly rounded, not pure muscle but definitely more defined than Teddy's baby fat. Dark hair stood out like snakes on desert sand. It was here that he could see where his neighbor had spent time tanning, as his whole chest was that same beautiful light caramel as his skin. When Mr. Valentine began to unbutton his shorts, though, it took Teddy a second before his brain caught up to the motion. His eyes drifted as they pleased.

Suffice to say, Teddy had never seen underwear quite like that. There was no fly like on his boxer-briefs, hardly any lines to show the seams at all. The baby-blue briefs rode high on Mr.Valentine's hips, and barely contained the bulk of his thighs. He turned slightly as he stepped carefully out of the jean shorts, and Teddy saw the softness stretched across the man's hairy backside. When he turned. Teddy had to stop himself from gasping aloud. The weight of his neighbor's balls bulged against the fabric. Instead of being in the front, the bulk of the adult's penis was resting to the right, practically lounging against the cotton. It had heft, and significant girth, like a dumbbell or a chunk or chorizo in Teddy's mind. Mr. Valentine stretched his arms above his head once more before he started his climb into the hot tub.

The motions clicked into place, and Teddy quickly scooted over to the side to let the man sit down, even as his eyes could only see the form of the bulge sliding underneath the water, turning the fabric almost translucent in specks before it disappeared completely. Mr. Valentine grunted, a grunt that turned into a sigh as he slid right next to Teddy. Both arms spread outward, one hand dangling over the left edge of the hot tub and one right behind Teddy's back.

"There we go. Hope that's okay," the man murmured. "Sometimes I jump in like this when I just need to take a break. Changing's hard work."

"I-it's gonna be fine in the water then? Like, because you didn't want your shorts to get wet."

"Ah, that's just those particular ones. Didn't want to get everything out of my pockets either. Besides, the shower here will wash it off before the machine."

"Everything's washable!" Teddy agreed, squirming in his seat. "Yeah, like, when I was super little, I guess we went camping, and dad would let me jump into the lake in just my underwear too, so yeah. Easy stuff."

"Exactly! Now, you gotta actually let yourself relax. You're still all jittery, you know that?"

The hand behind Teddy raised, and the boy couldn't keep up the smile as all five fingers latched onto the back of his head and began to rub softly. They pulled at the back of his scalp, as if sucking all the tension out, pulling little tendrils of nerve-shivering down Mr. Valentine's fingertips. He let out a breath. As long as he didn't think about the strength behind the touch, then he could be okay.

"Hm," Mr Valentine said. He paused, but kept rubbing. "Teddy, buddy, you've got a lot on your mind right now. I don't expect you to talk about it all, but you gotta keep in mind that this is a safe place for you, the pool, the house, everywhere. I'm here to make you feel good, alright?"

"No, yeah, I…I know.

"Do you talk to anyone about what's happening at home and how you're feeling?"

"Kinda. School counselor. I don't tell her everything, though, just 'cause it makes me all messed up when I think about it. Like? I don't wanna talk about it all seriously. That doesn't help me relax at all."

"I understand. Hey, you don't have to. Open ears but you're all free to be tight-lipped. I'm here to get that tension out however much I can help. Alright?"

Underneath the surface, Teddy let his right hand graze the rim of his trunks. The rumpled waistband stretched as his fingertips pushed underneath, right above the fatty part of his groin. He pressed there despite himself, and the tension in his stiffy sent a pleasant tingle right to the tip. The pressure was alleviated, but only momentarily. His bare calf swung forward under the water and grazed his neighbor's own.

"Can you maybe, um, help with some massage stuff while we're in here?" he said quietly. "Not that there's anything wrong, but just to relax. Because it's so hot and the water with the rubbing makes it extra good, right?"

"Heat therapy. Yes, have you ever seen those black stones, on people's backs?" Teddy nodded, and Mr. Valentine's fingers on the back of his head taped knowingly. "Well, that's a very hot stone called basalt, and it's the same principle, kind of. It helps those points of the body. Here, well – I guess that having heat all over makes everything a little more relaxed, right?"

"Yeh-hm."

"Why don't I get a good read on you, and then, hey, if you want after, I can get you on the actual table before you go home."

Mr. Valentine spread his legs apart to nudge Teddy back. The boy could only nod, and he raised his hands out of the water as if to move, uncertainly, to wherever the man wanted him. His neighbor chuckled, and the water sloshed as he reached over with both hands to grab Teddy by the armpits. The water made the motion of floating Teddy onto the man's lap easier, much easier, and soon he found himself balanced between Mr.Valentine's thighs, facing away. The grip on his underarms had been steady, just a little painful, and Teddy knew he was old enough to have moved by himself; he wasn't that small. At the same time, he knew he would have let himself be moved anyway.

"Spine looks fine. You have good posture."

Teddy couldn't say anything as he let his hand rest in front of him. Two thumbs gently pressed into his sacrum, and the fingers spread outwards over his back. A tiny gasp escaped his lips, and he transitioned the noise into what he thought was a grunt. This wasn't a massage with oil, and the roughness of the man's fingers was evident, but he moved gently, and Teddy knew that his skin was smooth. One day, he would have body hair and it would be more of a struggle, but for now, his baby fat was easily manipulated, and the pressure alongside his spinal cord was just enough to make him genuinely feel relaxed.

The only thing keeping the feeling from being fully realized was the fact that he could feel the man's bare thighs underneath him. The hair and warmth rubbed against Teddy even through his trunks. Mr. Valentine made small adjustments and shifts as he rubbed, gauging the right form with which to begin the mini-massage in the warmth of the tub. Each motion felt like it was bringing Teddy closer to the bulge between the man's thighs, the heft and the unspeakable parts. At this point, Teddy knew he had a dirty secret, and that he had to keep his mouth shut no matter what.

It wasn't like his neighbor would understand. Being touched here, though, was something that gave Teddy pause for thought. He hadn't thought that Mr. Valentine would let him exercise his fantasies even like this. Considering the belly and awkwardness, considering the underdeveloped parts poking into the bathing suit, there wasn't much he could offer. Besides, he was a kid, and Mr. Valentine liked grown-ups, if he liked anyone. The closeness was all that the boy could appreciate, and appreciate he did. The ease with which Mr. Valentine got almost naked was enough to make him feel faint, but that had to be the end of it.

"Doing okay?"

"Y-yeah. It feels good."

"So, you've never had a real massage on a table before."

As he spoke, Mr. Valentine's hands slid down from where they were pressing under Teddy's shoulder blades and started to work their way back down. The fingertips scrunched and tugged at the skin, and they slid right under the back of the boy's shorts, working the top of his butt, and Teddy couldn't say a thing. He felt his taut skin gently sliding around under the man's grasp. Finally, he shook his head, hoping that the man was watching.

"When we get out, I'm actually gonna take you to my bed. There's more space for you to stretch out and you don't have to worry about being in one position if it's uncomfortable," Mr. Valentine murmured. "Shower off completely, soap and water, alright? Get all the chlorine off you. I'll get some bathrobes for us."

"Like the kind you have at a spa? I saw a vlog on that in Korea or something."

"Exactly. I think I got your size, or something just enough. It'll be a cover, too. Are you okay with all that, Teddy?"

That must mean that it would be a cover for his nudity, and Teddy realized what the man meant by everything, but he couldn't possibly mean that. There was a line between being in your underwear and being naked, and as generous as the man had been with his body, he knew the boundaries. All the same, directions were directions. Teddy nodded, and he felt Mr.Valentine's hands pat him on the shoulders affectionately before the man started to stand up, tilting Teddy into the pool again.

Of course he turned immediately to watch. The tanned bulk rose up from the hot tub, and Teddy forced himself to look at the water dripping off of the adult's gut and meaty nipples instead of at his privates. His eyes rebelled, and there was nothing he could do except pray that his glance was minute and unnoticed. The fabric was practically sheer at this point, and it hid absolutely nothing. It was almost like a veil, and Teddy could see the tangle of dark hair showing through the wet briefs, at the base of a weighty shaft that was dark and swollen just the same as the rest of Mr. Valentine. The head of his penis made a line in the underwear, stretched tight and thick right at the ridge, even with the thick foreskin covering it up.

Teddy said nothing as the man pulled himself onto the ladder and began to climb down. He didn't even have to ask the boy to come out as well, and instead, he merely reached over once he was on the ground and turned off the bubbles. The raging tent in Teddy's trunks could thankfully be ignored because, with a smile, Mr. Valentine grabbed his belongings and began to walk towards the doors leading inside instead of the shower. Teddy slowly crawled out, but the man made no motions to turn, and the hunched-over preteen came out into the cool air with a shiver, climbing down meekly.

Could he strip naked outside to shower? There was the suggestion, of course. Whether that meant anything was beyond Teddy's knowledge. The boy shuddered and waddled over to the shower regardless, glancing down only once in shame. There was no way that anyone could ignore his penis right now. The doors closed, leaving Teddy to his own devices. All he could do was turn the shower on, just as hot as when he has turned it on not ten minutes earlier – or had it been longer? It felt like he had lost time when he was being touched.

And he had been touched, and he was going to be touched some more. He was going to be naked already. Teddy swallowed. His legs began to tremble as he stepped into the spray. His quaking thighs felt like they were going to rock him right down to the earth, and the decision came before he could rationalize it. In one fluid motion, Teddy stripped his trunks down to his ankles, letting the spray blast him in the face, before he spluttered and stood again, pushing his hair back up into its wet spikes. He stepped out. He was naked, and Mr. Valentine was coming back.

He gently let his trunks drape over the metal bar attached to the wall, and he looked down at himself. At this point, he was hard enough that the pink slit of his urethra was poking past his own foreskin, slid back by the sheer force of his erection. Teddy had to turn away from the spray as he pushed his hand into his baby fat, desperately trying to see how much length he could get. It wasn't too bad when he could hold it, but even with his fleshy little plum exposed, he was still only about as big as Mr. Valentine's thumb down there, and he had none of the masculine energy. What did he expect, really? He was practically a baby, still a kid to his neighbor. Teddy wrapped his arms around himself as he turned back into the spray, taking a deep breath.

There was nothing else to it. He had been told to wash up, so he was going to wash up. Teddy leaned forward and pumped his hand under the soap dispenser. The soap was already foamy when it came into his hand, and the boy stepped to the side to rub it all over his chest and arms without the spray immediately washing it off. He liked touching himself, especially here where nobody would make fun of him for it. He almost smiled, but he didn't have the energy, not with the extreme nature of what was coursing through his head, what Mr. Valentine would say when he stepped back outside. Teddy just washed, and stared out at the woods, and listened to the blood pumping in his ears.

There were magazines that he had seen at the airport kiosks and gas stations where men flexed for the cameras, so determined, smooth and unaware of their weirdly disproportionate perspectives. Teddy didn't know how to feel about them. Nobody changed in public spaces at the pool or for gym class, but he'd have to start next year. And none of the other boys were like his neighbor here. The hair was different, as was the stubble, the curls on his arms and chest, the lines of the stomach and the hint of hair around the groin. Teddy had seen the wiriness around the man's thighs and rear end as well, plastered against the wetness of his underwear. The boy reached down and scrubbed himself back and forth around the thighs, which sent tingles through his pelvis as soapy noises filled the air.

As he reached underneath, gently tracing the ridge between his scrotum and his rear end, he bit his lip and thought about sex – real sex, not the kind he had seen online, but physically manipulating his body in ways he hadn't imagined. He let his mind run a little as he turned back and pushed more soap into his palm. Water bounced up against Teddy's calves and sprinkled onto his lower back as he washed between his cheeks. There was a prominence to his butt, of course, but he had no idea how sexually desirable it was, if that was something he even wanted. What did he want? The preteen's shower experiments with shampoo and insertion had resulted in just a little bit of burning and a lot of silent swears, plus cleanup he didn't really want to go through again. As he washed, though, he rubbed the fat quietly and dug in between. This time, he thought, he could be gently around his hole, but thorough. It was the right thing to do, and he wasn't sure why.

Teddy didn't have another moment to think about it before the door opened again, and Mr. Valentine stepped out wearing an open bathrobe and nothing else.

He had another robe in his hands, and he hummed quietly as he hung it up next to the door. The single look that Teddy had seen didn't matter, as the man turned with a smile and removed the robe entirely. Was there a point? Teddy didn't care. Mr. Valentine turned back and ruffled his hair with one hand, and the swinging cock twitched carefree with his motion. Teddy knew he was staring, and his neighbor probably did too. The thickness was nothing that the boy hadn't seen in that bikini, but it still made him swallow as he forced his eyes up. Mr.Valentine raised an eyebrow.

And at the same time, his smile was different, and the eyes underneath were softer, more understanding. This was a secret. All the things Teddy knew about masculinity were secretive in general, but the shared knowledge, the locker room talk, the wrestling and the towel-whipping, all that was public and hushed. The privacy of this shower, and presumably the massage, was only for them. Mr. Valentine nudged the air, waving for Teddy to step aside.

"Better rinse off good. If you don't get the soap then it'll flake off on my sheets."

"Y-yes, Mr. Valentine. Sorry."

"Hey. Teddy, it's okay. You got it?"

The boy nodded. He watched his neighbor push on the soap dispenser, and then he leaned forward to get one last pump himself. Mr.Valentine's body was already wet, but the chlorine smell was slowly dwindling from the air as both of them washed. Teddy leaned over, water dripping from his hair to his eyes, just obscuring his view of the soft, wobbling penis mere feet from his face. The testicles were equally impressive, hidden as they were behind the hair. Warm water ran down the man's thigh muscles, down around his stomach, and over his groin, dripping down the end of his foreskin and streaming in a triangle to splatter on the tile. One hand rubbed at the hairy chest as the other began to soap up under the belly and groin. The tune, the humming, had been in the air the whole time, but as Teddy stopped soaping his left leg, he realized that the sound was gone and that his eyes had been fixed on the suds pooling around his neighbor's dick, dribbling in bubbles as he shook the meat like a pendulum.

Teddy straightened up to meet his neighbor's gaze. Obviously, they couldn't talk about it, but the energy was there. The energy was wonderful, and horrible, and Teddy knew he was very much erect. Mr. Valentine sighed quietly. He shook out his hands behind him so as not to accidentally get soap in anyone's eyes.

"Do you want me to get your back, kiddo?" he said softly. "If you wouldn't mind doing mind in return."

"Sure, Mr. Valentine."

"Teddy, you can call me Dane now. It's alright. Don't have to be so formal. Give it a shot."

"Uh, I… Sure, Dane, I'll get your back. Wash up and squeaky clean."

Dane chuckled, and Teddy felt his cheeks burn. "Squeaky clean. That's one I haven't heard in a minute."

"Yeah, my old kindergarten teacher said it a lot, I think, I don't remember, but like, I hear it in cartoons sometimes?"

"Sure! Sure, makes sense."

Teddy turned and backed up into the stream, stumbling just a little before the warmth of Mr. Valentine's palms touched his shoulders once again. No, they weren't Mr. Valentine's – they were Dane's palms, the hands of someone who was a friend now, a confidant in boyhood and manhood, someone who shouldn't be doing this and was doing it all the same. As Dane began to run his soapy hands along Teddy's spine, the boy wondered if his neighbor liked him. There was more to it than just enjoying having him around, but this could be more than just a display of confidence. Part of him knew that, well, the man had to know. This was something that was a show of comfort. Around here, Teddy didn't have to hide the fact that his brain was going haywire. He could, maybe without saying anything, express the fact that he enjoying other guys and being touched by them.

The soap slid between their bodies but the contact felt just as close. A massage would be even nicer. Teddy couldn't help but sigh a little himself, as Dane ran his palms lightly in circles along the breadth of the boy's back. It was slower than a wash should be, but that was okay. The fingers came up to his scalp, and one hand released to pump a little more soap before Dane began to massage and hum again. It was just like getting a haircut. Teddy giggled and played with his stiffy. When he leaned back, he could feel the edge of his neighbor's body against him, the hairy belly, and the very edge of the thick cock against his spine. It bumped him as the man scrubbed. It was brand-new, and Teddy squeezed his own thighs in joy and frustration.

Getting dragged back into the spray wasn't a shock with the water being this warm. Dane pulled back on Teddy's hair to squeeze all that soap out, forcing it down his body before clapping and chuckling as the waterlogged boy shook his head.

"Alright, your turn!"

Teddy couldn't reach the man's head quite as easily, he knew that much, but as he blinked and got himself ready, the sight in front of him was perfect for his eager hands. He wondered why they were shaking as he leaned over to get more soap himself. They didn't stop as he began to make suds over his neighbor's naked body, and it didn't help when Dane grunted and rolled his shoulders in apparent satisfaction. Teddy made sure not to scratch, but he felt the muscles up as much as he could handle. He loved touching, and there really wasn't a better way to put that. Sidling next to his dad on the couch was nothing compared to digging his hands into the hair of his neighbor's shoulders and sides. The boy took a breath and closed his eyes, feeling the rippling musculature and healthy fat. Dane Valentine was built like a pickup truck. His fingers curled as he ran his soft palms up the neighbor's sides.

This was an experiment of sorts, wasn't it. It was like a test. Teddy swallowed and opened his eyes to stare at the firm, meaty ass right in front of his stomach. His hands drifted to his neighbor's hips, but Dane didn't say anything in response. He was merely patient; Teddy was in charge. The boy knew he had washed himself all over, and he knew his neighbor was clean, but that wasn't the task. The man must have felt the hesitation, because he turned before Teddy could get up the courage. The cock swung around again. As Dane rinsed off his back, he studied his younger neighbor, and Teddy saw those wandering eyes looking down. Just like before, there was no point in covering up. Maybe it had been the erection that had signaled to Dane that the boy had wanted this in the first place.

"Don't worry about drying off too much. The bathrobe will get enough of it, we can use it to get the rest, and I've pulled off the comforter on the bed already," Dane said. "How do you feel about white noise?"

"Like the ocean sounds or whale calls?"

"Stuff like that, yeah! I have some flute music and that kind of desert relaxation sounds too if you'd like."

"It's almost like a real spa," Teddy said, almost hoarse from the tension.

Dane just chuckled and turned back once the spray had rinsed him enough. Before he shut off the water, he stepped to the side, shielding the head of his penis with one hand as he pulled his foreskin back with the other. Teddy almost sucked in a gasp at the smooth, dark-colored head, thick and tense even though the man was soft. Dane let the water splash around the glans, getting all the possible soap particulates before he rolled his skin back, tugging the thick hood into place. Teddy felt his own skin almost tighten with the way his blood was pumping into it.

And then, Dane shut the water off, and that really was it, wasn't it. Teddy followed as casually as he could to retrieve the bathrobes, taking it from the man's hand as he offered it from the hook. The white robe was perfectly soft and fluffy, coming down to his mid-thigh. Dane's own, as he put it on, was definitely longer, but still reached the same point. The man tied it loosely, covering his stomach and leaving his groin visible between the folds. Teddy didn't bother tying his own at all.

"Well, my phone's upstairs with my shorts, so you have until then to try and decide on some music before I get spa stuff on." Dane opened the door and smirked. "What're kids these days listening to?"

"I know it's kinda cringe, but some of the girls in tech-ed are trying to get me into k-pop, and it's not…bad?" Teddy replied as he followed the man inside.

"What's 'cringe' about that? Isn't it – I don't know, cultural expansion?"

"I guess so, but it's one of those things that people just make fun if you for. A-and I mean, it's not even good for spa music, it's more dancing, and I don't like to dance so yeah."

The hallway leading up to the main part of the house had the same quiet energy that Teddy had first felt walking down to change in the bathroom down here. The whole basement was big enough to not feel like a basement, certainly not with the door that lead to the theater, or the two locked ones before the staircase that Teddy assumed were both storage of some kind. He didn't ask as he followed Dane up to the carpeted steps. As the man walked, Teddy saw the straps of his bathrobe falling loose. He sucked in a silent breath and felt his heart pounding in his ears.

They didn't have to go through any other part of the house for the moment. The basement stairs led to the landing, which led straight to the staircase taking them up to the bedroom. Briefly, Teddy glanced at the kitchen to their left, with its modern wooden sensibilities and arranged cookware. Everything was so neat, as if Dane barely used it, but with a house this big for a single guy it made sense that it was mostly untouched. The art wasn't of the man or any family; there were travel photographs and some original art pieces, as well as geometric sculptures and statues that were clearly made by someone experimenting with math. Teddy had seen some documentaries about that. Despite the gruffness and manly attitudes, Dane didn't have the demeanor in his house that Teddy would've expected, no sports or values or industrial vibes. It was quieter. He liked that.

The stairs' colorful prints gave Teddy another distraction as he followed the man towards the inevitable endgame. He almost stumbled, gripping the banister as he watched Dane climb quietly in front of him. They were hardly dripping at this point. The plush carpet was clean underneath their feet. At the top, the hall to the left led to other doors that Teddy didn't recognize, probably an office and another bathroom, and Dane led him to the right instead. If the window at the end of the hall had its blinds opened, then they could have seen to the street, but thankfully, everything was private. Dane pushed the door open.

As Teddy walked over the threshold, he rubbed his body through the bathrobe, fluff and textured cotton against his skin. The bed was indeed stripped, a massive mattress with a dark gray sheet and slate pillows that had been moved aside. A pile of the man's clothes was on the ground next to the black nightstand, and a nozzle-dispenser bottle with a towel was on top of it. The bookshelf on the other side seemed big, but it wasn't so big that anything was unreachable. The light above them was on low with the spinning black ceiling fan blades drifting in slow circles. A frosted glass door presumably led to the master bathroom; the lights were off. Teddy jumped a little as the man closed the door behind them.

"You can get yourself right on up there, ah, face-down to start?" Dane said. "Let your hands just relax by your sides, and I'll be moving you a little, so don't worry about adjusting yourself too much."

"Yeah, I –"

"And you gotta communicate! Okay? Tell me if you want anything harder, deeper, if it's too much, and I'll let up. I'm gonna start a little lighter than I would on a normal client."

"M'kay."

He was still being treated just like a normal person. Was that okay? Teddy paused as he neared the bed, as Dane went over, still bared, still practically naked, to his shorts to crouch and set the music up. The boy felt like he was either going to throw up, faint, or pee. His legs were hot all the way through, and his throat felt swollen, appropriately sore all over but in an active manner he couldn't place. It felt okay to take the risk. What risk? Teddy gently removed his robe, doing his best not to look back and see if he was being watched. He felt the cool air around his back and buttocks, and bent just a little to dab at his thighs and calves, getting all those errant shower droplets. His hair was still dripping, so he brought the robe up like a towel, rubbing at his head vigorously. A deep chuckle came from the space to his right.

Closing his eyes was the only thing he could do. Covering up was useless. He was thinking about his body in all the wrong ways, and he wanted this, badly. It felt good to be touched. It felt good to be warm. Teddy let the robe fall completely as he crawled onto the bed, feeling his way onto the breadth of the soft mattress. Deep, dripping strings filled the air as meditative music started to play from some hidden system. The boy wanted to look, but he resisted that much. Touch was more important. His pulse could have broken his sternum at this point. With his erection, Teddy, moved it up, pressing it in between the mattress and his tummy. It ached underneath him, uncertain and begging for attention all at once.

There was a moment when the warm shapes in the room were moving and blurry behind Teddy's eyes and the urge to stare at his neighbor was so strong. He resisted, and he could feel Dane pause before the sound of a second bathrobe hitting the bedroom floor made him involuntarily shudder. The presence of the naked man above him reminded him of how wrong this all was and how much he didn't care. It was more than enough just to want this without feeling scared, as he knew he should be. The fear simply was not there. Why? He heard the sound of the bottle being squeezed, of oiled-up hands sliding together.

And then Dane came up onto the bed above him, one leg pressing into the mattress as the man put both his hands onto Teddy's back and began to oil him up firmly. It felt good to not be afraid of this, and Teddy opened his mouth, and the sound that came out was something he had never made before. It was half of a groan, half of a gasp, half of a surprised little cry, halves on halves rolled into each other. He had seen kids tease each other about having boyfriends and about having some allyship piping up before the awkwardness took over and the school day continued. Commercials would play where muscular men showered and advertised their bodies and some bathroom product and it felt like the companies were doing everything to avoid talking about sex and masculinity. Teddy didn't feel alone anymore. His neighbor's hands squeezed him and ran up to his opposite shoulder, then down to his bottom, one on either side, touching the parts that shouldn't be touched. His right hand was close to Dane's bent leg. It was close to the dangling organ. He could sense it.

What did that matter, though, when Dane was finally moving onto the mattress, pulling himself up on top of Teddy and straddling the boy's legs. He didn't use his full weight on Teddy, of course, but he ran his thumbs down Teddy's spine and it still felt like he was being compressed by a steamroller. All of his muscles felt like they were melting. No matter how tense he was from the situation, his body was fully controlled and responsive. He shifted his hands down just a little to touch Dane's knees, smiling as much as he could at the contact.

"Mm, is that okay for pressure?"

"Y-yehuh…"

It was more than okay. Teddy forced himself to enjoy it. The massage was wonderful and not unenjoyable by itself, but whenever his neighbor leaned over, there was the inaudible contact of the man's genitals against Teddy's butt. Was it an 'ass' now? Could it be something that the neighbor wanted from him, to have that particular touch in return? Teddy thought about what it would feel like to have someone as big as Dane inside of him. The fact that it was possible didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt. Moreover, Dane probably didn't want that at all. There were certain lines that the touch just didn't cross, and Teddy wasn't sure he wanted it either. This massage itself, the motions of slick hands pushing up and down his back and backside, was all he wanted right now. His erection throbbed against the firm mattress and soft sheets. It felt like he was sinking into molten metal. He had to enjoy it, because otherwise, it was terrifying.

There was nothing stopping Dane from doing whatever he wanted with Teddy, after all. The boy's clothes and phone were downstairs. He couldn't possibly get a physical upper hand on his neighbor. But being disquieted wasn't what he wanted to feel. This was just touch, plain and simple. And he couldn't rush it either. Teddy had to admit he was curios about touching the larger organ, but he had no idea what he would do with it, or if that was something that Dane wanted.

Touch was already happening, though, just not with hands directly. For the moment, the hands moved up from bringing heaven to Teddy's back and latched onto his shoulders. Dane grunted as he pulled himself forwards, splaying his body out just a little more, and Teddy had to bite his lip. Adjustments back and forth meant that the warm, flat meat of Dane's penis was resting right in the middle of his cheeks, the crevice of his rear end, like a hot dog trying to get into the bun. Dane didn't acknowledge it aloud, but he rubbed all the same, rolling his hands around Teddy's neck and shoulders, pushing up, pulling down, stretching all the while.

Light grease on the hairless cheeks meant that sliding was easy, that when Dane actually pressed his hips down, that there was a little back and forth as his hips rubbed against Teddy. For his part, the boy could feel the extent of his cushion, the way it almost felt swollen, the way that Dane's belly rubbed hair in turn onto his back. The man's elbows rested on the bed, lifting and alternating to get into the deep parts of the boy's neck muscles.

"Oooorgh…"

"You're doing so good, Teddy."

Then, Dane moved back just enough to have his penis slide downwards, pointing towards the inner part of Teddy's thighs and nudging against the child's scrotum. There it was, something slightly harder. Was his neighbor also getting erect? Were they both excited by this? The fact that Dane was being so friendly here was so obvious. There was no other reason for the two of them to be oiled up and naked. God, it was obvious, wasn't it. Teddy felt stupid for thinking otherwise. The question was what to do now. And what he really wanted to do was to enjoy the massage, even as his pulse was skyrocketing and body was trembling from the touch. Soft shushes came from above as Dane dug his thumbs into the meat of the trapezius muscles.

"Relax, breeeeathe and relax, Teddy," the man murmured. "It's okay. Let your body relax."

Deep breaths, in and out. Teddy forced himself to unclench his jaw and make his face relaxed, too; he had seen a meme about that and couldn't help himself, softening whenever he heard that word. Relaxing wasn't easy, though. At least, for the moment, the man appeared to be done, pushing himself upwards and dragging his private parts up the crack of the child's rear end.

"So I want you to move your arms up and rest them under your face, just cross them up there if you can. Alright? We're going to be doing some leg stretches."

"Okay. Um, like this?"

"Exactly, good."

Teddy opened one eye to glance up momentarily, but even looking back, all he could see was the dimly lit room. He didn't need to see to feel. The weight of Dane moving back on the mattress was enough, as was the sound of the oil bottle dispensing its goo. Teddy's arms tensed again just for a moment as Dane's hands came down to his calves. His legs were just slightly apart, enough for access. Squeezing them together would make rubbing that much harder. Teddy had to resist it as the firm grip moved up his calved, underneath the knee joint, and up the wobbling thighs. Dane made wide circles as he moved back down, ensuring that every inch of the boy's legs was covered and ready for motion. Well, almost – it was just the surface, just the back.

Dane picked up Teddy's left leg and moved it outwards, pushing it to the side, spreading him. The boy bit his lip. With the right leg, Dane did the same thing, but raised it off the bed and made circles, gently rolling Teddy's hip joint. Nobody had done motions like this, not even his doctor. It felt strange to have his legs apart like this for the first time, as if his bottom was somehow more exposed. And it was, in a way, but the context was so much more.

When Dane bent the leg, though, that sent a new warmth through the child's gut. The man eased it upwards, like Teddy was crawling forwards. His thigh was at a 90-degree angle, maybe more, and it raised his pelvis up off the mattress just enough for Dane to scoop a hand underneath. The burning that Teddy felt in his upper groin was mitigated by the fact that there were thick, hairy fingers dragging underneath. Dane's left hand rested softly on Teddy's back as his right rubbed right next to the boy's erection. Back and forth, the hand dug into the muscles before pulling upwards, tenderizing the glutes, wrapping around the width of the boy's leg. For the first time, the boy didn't feel as self-conscious about his fatty parts, because his neighbor was enjoying them. Or at least, that's how it seemed, with the slowness of the motions, the way that he was massaging the thickest girth, the gentle music that matched his mood.

Moving to the side, Dane's hands began to work into the boy's right thigh even deeper, culling the tension with fluid and lengthy strokes, and this time, Teddy opened his eyes at the sudden grunt that came from behind. That was definitely a vocalization, he hadn't imagined it – and it sounded good. It was masculine and satisfied, almost eager. Teddy smiled despite himself, but he didn't know how to react. He didn't have to, did he? His neighbor was simply enjoying him as he laid there, and he wanted to give the boy a massage, and that was all that mattered.

Both hands dug into the leg and moved up to the hip and the buttocks. At this point, maybe he could call it an ass, a sexual word that was more mature than butt or rear. His ass was being massaged, just the right cheek, and he didn't trust anyone in the world like he trusted the man who was rubbing him right now. Dane's fingers pulled at the doughy, water-warmed skin. They thumbed the inner cheek and its freshly washed smoothness. Teddy felt his anus, his hole, stinging curiously from the spread. There were muscles he didn't know the names for in between his legs, pushed so often between the thighs without a second thought. They were the muscles that connected to that line between his privates and his hole. The term escaped his swimming head for the moment. It didn't matter, not when Dane was rubbing it so firmly.

The hands pulled down once more to straighten the boy's leg out again, but Dane left it spread almost until Teddy's foot was dangling off the bed. Teddy couldn't help but let out a little noise of his own as his left leg was stretched upwards in the same way. To Dane's credit, this whole massage was exactly what the boy had been expecting, at least on the base level. The stretching was painful but only in the athletic sense. The massage relaxed his muscles and left him glowing and satisfied in the places that had been touched. The other side, the nudity and the tenderness and the eroticism, was something so radically new. Teddy felt his penis twitch against the bed again. All these bad decisions were being driven by trust, plus the fact that if anything bad were to happen, it probably would've happened already. There was no apprehension where there should have been. Was he really this passive? But no, he could have said no – and he just didn't, and that was okay. His parents weren't here to rip him away. The bedroom was private and even sacred.

This side was deeper, too. Dane's whole forearm dragged against the side of Teddy's junk, hair slicked with oil, a fist pushing near the abdomen and up Teddy's side. The man's left thumb rubbed gently in the crease between the boy's buttock and thigh, that little overhang where the muscles put an indent in the fat. This was almost a workout, even though it was slow and methodical, even though there was very little movement as Teddy rested here. The hand rocked against him, and the warmth in the groin started to feel too hot to handle, almost as if Teddy had to pee or shake out pins and needles. When Dane removed his hand and reset the leg, the preteen felt his head spinning with it all.

The oil bottle squirted again, but Dane kept his right hand planted firmly on Teddy's cheek, one single connection as his left prepared the fluidity. This was a small squirt, a quick refresher. Teddy heard the man above him huff, and the breath drifted down to tickle the skin of his exposed scrotum. His legs were definitely spread now, too wide for any professionalism, too naked for any reasonable person to consider it modest.

Dane oiled up his palms again, and set to work on Teddy's ass. How did it feel? The boy felt a weak groan escaping him involuntarily. The muscles were a little sore, yes, but that wasn't the point. He had no idea what to think. Sexually, he hadn't considered how good it would feel. Of course Dane wasn't going to go all the way, he wouldn't just spring that on him without talking about it, and it wouldn't be okay anyway. Would it? This was just two guys touching, because they both liked it, and they liked the secret.

But there was something more appreciative and Teddy didn't know how to handle it. It felt nice when Dane started to push up on the back of his thighs, letting go with a schlick! to make his cheeks drop and wiggle. It felt nice to have him tenderize the fat with his knuckles, working deep into the rolling mounds. The warmth as his fingers dragged up Teddy's hips was nothing compared to when the thumbs reached deep inside. The sheer size of Dane's hands meant that he could push them almost all the way down around the circle of the child's thighs, rolling up around the bedrock of his crotch. They oiled the boy's soft skin right above the sack, rubbing against the ridge, and then, Dane spread him. Both hands vibrated thoroughly, sturdily, and Teddy almost felt that the pressure was too much to handle, but he stayed still on the bed, eyes closed tightly. He felt the air against his anus, and the shaking stopped, but the circles were small and both hands still held him open. Finally, they relaxed, and his cheeks came together again; there was enough bulk that, without being forced apart, they remained touching.

Suddenly, one hand drifted off, and there was a brief moment where Dane pushed his right fingers into the crack to push the cheeks again. Teddy's eyes shot open as a drop of liquid touched the middle of his hole, squirted softly from the oil bottle.

"O-oh – !"

Dane shushed him softly, and Teddy settled back into whimpers. He worried briefly that the man would penetrate him, but the hand simply brushed deep, coating the crack with oil, drifting over the hole firmly without going inside. He was coating the boy, teasing him with the things that made him uncomfortable, knowing just too much. Teddy was aware of anal sex, but the mechanisms were still painful and the embarrassment was beyond what he could handle. Dane knew that. He must. The limit was what it was, and the oil was just a tease. Still, Teddy felt his stomach flutter.

His mouth opened to bite gently on his knuckle as, without a word, Dane's left hand pushed between his thighs to cup his testicles. In the warm room, even with the fan rotating above them, his balls dangled as much as they could. If there was a time to say no, it would be now. Teddy opened his eyes a crack, staring blearily at the wall and the closet. He should tell the man to stop. The warm, almost callused palm caressed his sack, rubbing it with the thumb pushing at the top connection. He should ask to go back to the legs or shoulders, somewhere with real muscle. Dane's right hand rubbed softly on top and cupped the jewels like a pearl. He needed to get out of here, because he knew what men wanted from this, and he knew now that it wasn't just creeps and weirdos, and that he was a kid, and he should be stopping this, that he had the power.

"Beautiful boy," Dane's voice rumbled above him.

Teddy smiled and raised his shaking hips an inch off the bed to give the man more access. He was powerless to his own desires. Where else could he get this touch? What boy his age was this handsome, this hairy, this strong, this big? Only Dane could give him this, and he wanted it.

The man's hands released, apparently satisfied. "Teddy, it's time to turn over."

Stretching his arms above his head to push his torso off the bed, Teddy nodded and grunted, very slowly twisting onto his back. He thought about pulling a pillow underneath his head, but his back should be straight. Ha, straight. He'd have to tell Dane that joke later. That was a joke, right? As his eyes adjusted, Teddy looked down at the smiling naked man. He could see that Dane's breaths were coming heavier. Sweat glistened on various parts of his body, around the arm tattoos and the hairline, where the light hit his stomach and kept his groin in shadows. Teddy wanted to look more, but he needed to keep his head down.

That was the only thing that was down, because Teddy's stiffness wasn't just in his muscles. His legs drifted apart again naturally, not just to accommodate for the man between them, but also to show off his erection. He couldn't hide it now, and he felt so vulnerable, but no, there was another feeling he didn't understand. There was a weird sense of wanting, that even though he knew he wasn't as big as the man, that he wanted to show him his privates. Presentation was important. Maybe it was like he was showing off how good it felt. But it hardly mattered, when Dane was pumping the oil and leaning over him again.

The hands on his chest weren't as grippy or deep-pressing, not as painful. The tissue was more tender here, and the touch was different, gentler in every way. Dane knelt and made circles all over Teddy's torso. His fingers slid with only gravity guiding them over the baby fat of his pecs, down the circles towards the boy's belly. Teddy smiled to himself, eyes closed, as he felt the gut being wobbled back and forth. As he got bigger, he felt weirder about his body, and he knew kids were making more jokes about it. He didn't have breasts, but his chest was perkier in the mirror, standing out more than he would usually like. It wasn't like Dane's chest, which was broad and full and matched his build. But they were close, in a way. If he worked out, then his belly could be muscular just like his neighbor's, and he could be thick and strong at the same time. For now, he only had to relax.

That was easier said than done, even if he loosened his jaw. Teddy couldn't help but furrow his brow as the man's thumbs brushed directly over his nipples. The slickened pointer fingers pulled on them just slightly, not quite pinching, and Dane tugged so softly. There was a weird prickle that ran through Teddy's body, but he didn't know what to make of it. Dane just chuckled as he let go and continued to rub his circles.

As the hands made light lines on the belly, Teddy wondered if that was part of it. Did his neighbor like other boys that were, well, bigger? Fat kids? No, he wasn't a predator like in the stories and creepy jokes – it was just Teddy. He wasn't into the other awful things, not with the amount that he coached and volunteered. Someone would have said something. It was just Teddy. It was something special about him. Whatever it was, it made Dane's palms slide up against the v-shaped line on either side of the boy's crotch, pulling at the skin and making the tension in the child's erection all the tenser. He was so close to touching it, and Teddy almost wanted to ask. But he didn't – he couldn't.

"Let's do two more leg stretches, okay? Two more big stretches."

Teddy nodded. He let his left leg hang limp, weighed in the man's hands before it was raised off the bed. Bent at the knee, the leg bent upwards at the hip as well, pushed in the socket until it almost touched Teddy's collarbone. It burned gently, burning more with the fingers that rubbed up and down the thigh. Both of Dane's thumbs dug into the soft tissue, and Teddy didn't bother to hold back his little groans. This was a serious stretch, made all the more serious when the knuckles of Dane's right hand pushed right past his genitals. The skin brushed right past the boy's pained stiffy, almost tickling it, while the edge of the hand moved the skin in a way that wobbled the scrotum up with it, and down once more, back and forth before finally, the burning subsided. Teddy could feel his heart pounding in his stomach as Dane lowered his leg to the bed so slowly once more.

The right leg was even slower in its ascent, even more agonizingly wonderful, still slick with massage oil and burning with sensation. The head of Teddy's penis felt tight in his foreskin, and he knew from playing that by now it was probably bright pink. He had, at one point, wrapped some of his mother's hair ties around his privates in the bathroom, and it had almost turned as red as a strawberry when he pulled his foreskin back. This time, though, it was purely from sensation, purely from the fact that he was in a safe place, being touched, being loved in a way, with Dane's left middle finger caressing along his inner cheek.

When the leg came down again, Teddy tried to level his breathing. Dane didn't say anything more. He felt the man move backwards, almost to the end of the bed; with the pillows, there might not have been enough room. The oiled hands slid underneath Teddy's thighs, but then they curled up, and the boy felt his body stretched by the lowered shoulders of his neighbor's body. He raised his head to see Dane's satisfied face, eyes closed, calmly pushing forward to kiss Teddy's penis.

Just that little touch was more than the boy had ever imagined. Mouths didn't belong there. Adults didn't belong there either, but there Dane was. Teddy opened his mouth and gasped quietly right before the mouth opened up and the lips engulfed him. Teddy felt the warmth slide over his glans as Dane's mouth peeled his hood all the way down, and the man let out a deep, satisfied moan that shook the poor boy's cock to its core.

Wetness was a new sensation, nothing like the warmth of a shower or the gentleness of cotton underwear. Dane was liberal with his spit, each slurp quietly but audibly reaching the boy's ears. Even without much difficulty fitting Teddy into his mouth, Teddy knew that his neighbor was treating him right, and this was really and truly sex. This wasn't just pornography that he was guiltily watching on his phone while his mother was asleep in the other room in front of the sports channel. There was a man, a real man between his thighs. Thick, full lips bobbed up and down on his stiffy. Stuffle brushed up against the hairless fatty circle around the base. Dane's hands held Teddy tightly, ensuring there was no escape. He was locked into pleasure, and it felt like drowning in a dream.

The actual physical sensation was more than enough to make Teddy aware of what was about to happen. One night he had gone down an internet rabbit hole of gifs, watching men spurt unreasonable amounts of semen onto their bodies. Teddy had almost had a wet dream once, but he had never actually had an orgasm, and he knew that word well. He spelled it out in his head every once in a while when his jeans got tight, lost in daydreams at school. His smooth, pink head was exposed and sliding against the adult's tongue. Dane moved slowly, but not slow enough. Teddy wanted to reach down and hold his head, gripping what he could. Instead, the boy thrust his shaky hands forward and dug into his warmed thighs, next to Dane's fingers.

"Mr. Valentine, I-I feel it comin' out," he said shakily.

The man opened one eye and almost nodded. A noise came from his throat, not quite a hack, but a growl, and Teddy felt more saliva dribble down, a sudden increase in wetness before the man moved solely to suckle on Teddy's cockhead. All at once, fire blazed through over the child's stomach and right to his eyes, spreading through the bones in his legs, and Teddy yowled and threw his hands up past his head. What was the point in holding back when all this pleasure was going to make him explode? Dane redoubled his efforts, grunting and growling even more as he sucked Teddy off. Face-fucking, that was a word, and Teddy had heard it before, but this was what it must be, this sensation of Dane's face pushing and popping and taking the entire length of Teddy's penis so easily. The speed kept the tingles up, if they were even tingles anymore. They felt more like waves, whole oceans built up inside his balls and filling his prick to the brim. The boy moaned, but each crescendo sounded so high-pitched and immature, overtaken by Dane's deep vibrato. It made him feel small in the man's grip. He was, and he belonged to Dane right now, under his protection and control.

"Ah…a-ah! – Dane! AH!"

He opened his eyes for a split second, holding his mouth in a silent scream as his hips began to vibrate. Dane pushed himself fully into Teddy's crotch as the boy began to spurt. It felt like pee, but it wasn't anything remotely close inside, not with this kind of terrible, wonderful explosive sensation. A tiny jet of cum was followed by another, and another, a mess that spurted into the cavern of his neighbor's mouth. All Dane did was moan to himself, thrumming around Teddy as the boy came. It was the kind of orgasm that he had always imagined, the perfect pleasure that glowed white around the corners of his vision. His body swelled and sank, his tummy heaving with deep breaths. Sweat stuck him to the sheets as the last electrifying twitch made his penis rub up against Dane's tongue.

Teddy felt dizzy, but no dizzier than he had been earlier in the hot tub. This moment was all he could ask for and more, more because he did not ask for it at all. He hadn't refused, and he had let his bravery take hold. He felt brave, still. He felt alive. Teddy let out a breath he didn't remember holding. Dane let the legs slip back down to his bed.

Even after the orgasm, Dane held himself down there, lips taut around the base of the penis. Teddy trembled, hands clenching and unclenching in twitchy little fists. His tip was electrified and glowing in the man's mouth, and every second or so, Dane would apply a touch of suction. The man brought his hands to the boy's groin and pushed on either side of his little cock. Thumbs kept the skin back as Dane raised his lips to suck just on the end, and Teddy felt the tingle exacerbated to the point of numbness, a sharp and sudden pain that could only come from overstimulation, and he squeezed his eyes shut with a high-pitched squeal. It was hard not to squirm, especially with the man chuckling as he finally let off.

Teddy peeked his eyes open to see his neighbor swallowing quietly. Dane rubbed slow circles around the front of the boy's hips, licking his lips, making direct eye contact as the skin slid back over the rosy pink glans. There was nothing Teddy could do but take deep breaths, swallowing himself as he waited. This was waiting now, waiting to see what could possibly happen next.

"You like that, baby boy?"

"Y…yeah. Yessir."

"I know what you like, Teddy."

Teddy turned his face; even though his whole body was read, he felt the blush coming on. The voice seemed to rumble up through every inch of his skin.

"Do you like it when I put my hands on you?" Dane asked, quiet but firm. "You like it when a man's holding you?"

"O-o – hn, only you, Dane."

"I bet you get online and you look it up. I bet you look for men just like me."

Teddy whined between clenched lips, pinching his eyes shut from the world once more. He almost felt like crying.

"Big, hairy men. Real men. Real men who like real boys like you, Teddy. Because I can tell that you want me. Do you want me?"

"…I do, Mr. Valentine."

"Call me daddy, Teddy."

The word caught in his throat, but the reflex was immediate. Teddy turned his head the other way, as the man's breath drifted over his slowly softening shaft with every word. He had heard some of that title before, some of what it meant. He didn't think about his own father at all. Mr. Derringer would have been enraged. He wouldn't have understood. Did he know that Teddy liked other boys like this? No, not other boys – men. They just didn't talk about this in the house. His mother, his father, they did their best, but it was a different kind of love, and this was enough to turn the puddle of Teddy's brain into mush, mush that resembled acceptance. His neighbor knew better than anything. Maybe he had been here once himself.

"Yes, daddy," Teddy croaked.

The tongue on his scrotum made him spread his legs involuntarily again. The sensitivity, the closeness with which that warm mouth touched him, the inherent danger in another person near his genitals, made Teddy clutch the bed again.

"Yes, daddy!" he cried out, as if his neighbor was punishing him for not being enthused. Stubble dug into the smoothness of his thighs. "Yes, daddy, I want you!"

Teddy was burning with embarrassment from head to toe. Nobody needed to see him like this. He wasn't a porn star. He wasn't on video. But it felt right, and he couldn't say why, and it wasn't right in any way he could put into words. It felt like he was playing it up, because there was no way he would ever act like this out in the real world, but this was the real world, and here he was. He was shouting as his forty-something-year-old neighbor slurped on his private parts, and it felt good. It felt incredible, freeing, terrible and terrifying. Dane put his tongue away and planted a kiss on Teddy's shrinking member.

"Alright, alright, that's a good boy," the man sighed. "Don't push yourself. Easy, remember? Breathe and relax. Breathe, and relax."

"N-nnnh…"

Before he could move, his neighbor was rising back up, and it wasn't until Teddy sniffled that he realized he had indeed been crying for a moment there. The boy watched Dane as the man got on his knees and leaned over, until the head of his penis touched Teddy's own. Shadows and hair made up most of the man's body, but the touch was unmistakable. The warm was just like how he felt inside, in another person, solid and hot and filled with eager blood. Dane planted his hands on the firm mattress on either side of Teddy to keep himself upright, studying the boy and nudging with his groin, pushing the aching, flaccid cocklet from side to side. When it got this soft, Teddy knew how it would shrink back into his body, until it was barely a nub, upright when he pushed into his crotch but otherwise just all dangling skin.

When Dane crawled forward and swung his legs around until he was straddling Teddy's chest, the boy knew that he wasn't done with yet. His hands moved without being asked as his bleary eyes adjusted to the sight. Dane towered above him, and it was all the more prominent as the man raised his arms above his head, grunting and stretching as he let Teddy have all the access he wanted. The command was silent. Teddy found his fingers gripping the thickness of the man's thighs, trembling as he felt their sweat, their exertion. The dark hairs were a sea under his fingertips, trails of compressed points left behind as he pressed into the hot musculature.

It was nothing compared to the belly. All the fat of the man's body was pressed out by the solid core underneath. He was bigger, certainly, and Teddy would even have called him thick, but while Teddy had baby fat, this was a bearish, brutish man who couldn't have been farther from that youthful chub. Teddy's hands trembled as they reached to hold the heft of Dane's body and the fur covering it. He rubbed the bottom curve, reached up as far as he could to Dane's chest, brushed a hand over the protruding nipple. Dane grunted in response, but he didn't move. This was not permission. It was obligation.

And it was obvious what he needed the boy to do. In his delirium, Teddy knew he would have loved to explore the man's privates while Dane was laying or sitting; here, they were almost in his face. He felt his lungs shrivel and his body flare up with unkempt arousal as his left hand hefted the balls underneath the jungle of pubic hair. The mass of Dane's dark bush was almost matted. Teddy knew that he was still growing himself, but it was a marvel that anyone could have testicles as weighty and full as this. Seeing shock images online was one thing, and perhaps they weren't a world record, but they were all Teddy knew, and he knew that as his sweaty palm weighed them, they were more than enough.

Touching the actual dick was scary. He had to crane his neck to really see it, but he could feel it well enough, and his fingers felt so small as he wrapped around its girth. The shaft was so thick that he actually had some difficulty getting all the way around, his fingers barely overlapping on the other side. Teddy let out a deferential whimper, only to have it drowned by Dane's groan of satisfaction. That was the role of the daddy, to overtake, to overshadow, to be bigger. It made Teddy hurt, inside and out, and not just because he could feel some blood flowing back down into his groin. The boy's fingers traveled to the head, to where the thick foreskin was still wrapped around its width, and he slid it back slowly just like he would his own. It throbbed with need.

"Daddy's gonna teach you everything, Teddy."

Teddy twitched as he looked up, having been so lost in the man's body. His hands fell away as Dane lifted his left leg, planting his foot on the bed. He thought for a moment, then a deep smile came over his face as he leaned forward and put both hands against the wall.

"Do you trust daddy?"

"Yessir. I-I mean, yes, daddy."

Dane inhaled deeply before he raised his other foot. He brought it down with a grunt until he was squatting over Teddy, crouched with his penis hovering above the child's face. The man made a low noise in his throat, then snorted, and opened his mouth so that a huge wad of saliva dangled out before landing on his swollen shaft with a wet plap. One hand remained firmly planted on the wall as Dane reached down to stroke himself. More wet noises filled the room as he started to masturbate, and Teddy realized that he could cum right into the boy's mouth, onto his face. He would have to take it. What would it taste like? What would it feel like?

"Take your left hand. Get between my legs," Dane ordered. "Like when I was pulling your cheeks apart."

"Mmhm."

Hesitantly, Teddy reached between the man's thighs, into the fur of his butt. He knew the man was squeaky clean, and he had to trust that nothing nasty was happening, nothing truly nasty. To be fair, this was the absolute raunchiest thing he had done in his life, so dramatically wrong that everything he had already considered right or wrong was out the window. Still, Teddy's trust in Dane, while not waning, needed more strength. When his middle finger found the swollen ring, he looked up in surprise. There was the hole.

It felt different than he had expected. The internal pucker of his own rear end was tight and miserly, sucked into his cheeks. Dane's anus was readily available, if that made any sense, present on his body. Teddy traced a finger and felt how much it protruded, almost callused, but not quite that dramatically damaged. It was more physically obvious than he had imagined, though, and Dane chuckled at his surprise.

"Teddy, I've got experience. I know you're in tune with yourself, and you know you want something, but you don't know exactly what," the man murmured. "I'm here to help you. Feel that? I can take big things up there. And it feels good. Real good."

"Big…as big as you are?"

"As big as your whole hand, Teddy."

The boy's stomach dropped out, in awe, and for a moment he actually didn't believe it. The man raised his eyebrows and nodded. Teddy felt words once more trapped inside him. He hadn't seen anything quite like that before. There were girls in the thumbnails, women who looked like teenagers riding men even bigger than Dane, but the deep rabbit hole was something Teddy had been too scared to go down for now. Well, rabbit holes weren't the only thing he was going down, apparently. He smiled despite himself; Dane returned it regardless.

"Not right now, but I can teach you how to get your hand in me. And I want to train you, too. You can be daddy's boy, if you want. I can teach you how to get all those feelings out. I can teach you pleasure. Do you want to learn how to feel good, Teddy?"

"I…feel good like this? Like sex?"

"More than sex. Real man-love. I can be your daddy. I can fuck you, Teddy."

Just like that, the dam broke, and sex oozed into every crack in Teddy's head. He envisioned riding on the man's cock just like the girls in the videos, like the men in the advertisements. He could see himself kissing Dane. He could see himself naked, just like this, being praised, touching penises, and God, it made him shake as he reached up and grabbed the man by the thigh. He felt sweat sticking him to the sheets again. His poor sore penis bounced between his legs, doing its best to rise up.

"Do you want me to be your daddy, Teddy."

"Yes!" the boy gasped, teeth clamping shut as he forced a deep breath. "Yes, daddy, I… I do! I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry…"

"Hush, hush now, what're you sorry for?"

"I…don't know."

"Mm? You gonna be a brave boy, then?"

Teddy sniffled. Everything was blurry again. He couldn't think.

"Teddy? You gonna be daddy's brave boy?"

"Y-yessir."

Dane Valentine raised his hand. Another sound of spit. Teddy felt his left hand gently moved out of the way as the man's fingers slid between his own legs, and the noise of saliva spinning with coarse pubic hair filled the space between them. Then, Dane gripped his wrist and moved his hand back. The hole was slickened, and Teddy's hand curled as his fingertips started to press against it.

"Two fingers. That's it. Get in daddy's cunt."

That must have been a word for it, for the hole, that Teddy had never heard before. It didn't matter. He extended his middle and pointer fingers, then moved them up, and immediately they were engulfed in warm flesh. It was clean, and hot, so hot that it felt like he was being swallowed. But Dane just groaned aloud, and the man's legs trembled like an earthquake as well as he mumbled in wordless satisfaction.

"Stroke daddy's dick, Teddy. Make daddy cum."

He knew the motions, in a way. It was just like massage, a different kind of massage, where his fingers on his left hand pushed in and out, back and forth, slowly working the spit-slicked anus as far as his hand could go, and his right hand came up, possessed by need. Teddy knew he was gasping quietly, making tiny grunts that he did just like when he was alone, and it felt so wrong that it made him dizzy. He had to do it regardless. The heat of Dane's shaft was all that he could think about. The spit had dried out somewhat, but Teddy mustered up some liquid in his mouth, then spit forward with all his might, half-choking as he sprayed the penis in front of him with minute droplets.

"Oh, you're a nasty boy," Dane rasped. "Daddy likes a nasty boy. You're gonna earn a big load, aren't you…"

The wetness had helped a little bit, but it was the bulging underneath Teddy's fingers that really taught him how to work it. Dane's foreskin slid back and forth just over the edge of his glans, so swollen was the rim of the head. The thought of that pushing into him made Teddy tremble. Could his neighbor feel him shaking as he stroked and fingered? The boy's knuckles shook against the loose, warm ring. Precum and spittle were mixing and dripping onto his sternum. Everything was wet.

Mr. Valentine moved like he was dancing, grunting and rolling his hips. For a big man, he moved so gracefully, readying the shaft. Teddy knew that when he got on his bike and got home, he was going to masturbate again, just like this, thinking about this moment. He would be thinking about Dane, and he would be thinking about the larger object, the things that could go inside him. He wanted more, and it terrified him to be so close to a man who could give him all of that. The smell of sweat filled the room like a sauna – at least, he imagined a sauna would smell like this. All those men, all that hair and toned muscle, and he was so close to the unique odor of the groin. There was masculinity everywhere in the world, but he wanted this kind, in all its rawness and wrongness.

If anything, when he looked up, Teddy thought that Dane looked triumphant, or maybe even hungry. His eyes were narrowed, but he was losing the battle with pleasure. He was almost drooling down his stubble even if it was hard to tell with the sweat from his forehead and cheeks. Matted hair stuck to his forehead and temples, as well as the shadows of his pecs and stomach. The angle was so dramatic, so perfectly towering, and for once in his life, Teddy liked feeling small.

He was small enough to let a third finger work its way inside. Dane's mouth opened up, rounded and surprised, and he almost looked pained, but Teddy knew better from the groan that echoed down to him, deep and personal.

"Open your fuckin' mouth for daddy. You're g…gonna make me shoot, Teddy, good Teddy!"

Was he supposed to swallow it? Teddy already knew the answer. He was a good boy. At another angle and another time he could have secured his mouth on the end, but not when things were like this. The man's penis was throbbing underneath his swift knuckles. Teddy's arm was sore, but he needed to keep it up, he needed to show that he cared. He had come so far. Dane was quaking, too, on the edge of that same pleasure. The purpling head dribbled and shook as Teddy opened up his mouth and positioned it where he thought he would be ready. As far as he knew, it was like urine, where it shot out straight, but he had felt it in waves. He had no idea what to expect.

Dane's shouting was something he truly didn't expect. One more glance up, and he froze with his mouth open. The man looked furiously concentrated. His teeth grit in a pearly white line, hands shaking the wall and the mattress with the force of his focus. The man's eyes were wide and piercing. Teddy knew he had been crying earlier, and he knew he was crying now, just a little, as the cock in his hands twitched and spurted its first load into his open mouth.

The taste was almost immediately overwhelming. It was thick, gluey, and monstrously masculine. Teddy's eyes snapped back to the penis just in time to see it spray another stream onto his face. He shut his eyes just in time, squeezing tightly. The cum was heavy, much heavier than it had felt coming out of his own body. Dane was still shouting, wordlessly, swearing as he came in a language of pure animal lust. Teddy felt his lips curl, but he held as tightly as he could, still stroking, still fingering. The taste was man in its purest form. He hated it, and he loved it at the same time. This must be what alcohol was like to adults. No matter how weird it was, they kept coming back. Another load squirted into his mouth. It was like Dane's heavy testicles were pumping it right out just for Teddy in a way they never had before.

When the shouts descended into a steady, steamy groan of exhaustion, Teddy knew it was over. The excess cum ran down his chin. Teddy panted as much as he could even as his little whimpers were garbled by the tablespoons of semen lining his cheeks. He still couldn't see. The man's motions were steadier, as he leaned forward. The boy's lips reacted involuntarily when the penis touched his mouth.

Swollen skin met his mouth. Teddy knew he had to suckle on it like a piece of hard candy. He had to swallow. Dane reached down and pushed his little hand away, then used his own fingers to squeeze down his shaft. Little pearls of cum dripped right into Teddy's mouth, and he swallowed it all, the rancid taste, like a mix of sweat, skin, and urine. But that wasn't the taste, not truly. It was completely unique and indescribably salty. There was a difference between boyhood and manhood defined only by the taste of semen. He felt it now. Slowly, Teddy slid his fingers out of the adult's hole. The cool air made his fingers feel sticky.

"Don't move."

The command was just as cool, just as calming. Teddy remained exactly where he was as the weight of Dane's body left the bed entirely. The stench remained, and Teddy started to realize all the grossness of his body, as he wondered if it was safe to crack his eyes. Before he could guess, the weight on the mattress was back. Dane chuckled. Teddy felt a soft tissue scrape away around his eyes, gently getting the sperm off his skin. It didn't clean every drop, but it allowed him to open up. The world was just blurry now from tears.

Dane laid down with a sigh. They both smelled terrible, but they both smelled like men. Teddy knew that this was something wrong still. He brought his aching arms around his neighbor as the man pulled him close. Their bellies touched, muscle and baby fat. The weight of Dane's shaft still felt monumental as it slid up between Teddy's legs, resting on his thigh. The boy felt himself pulled over.

He would never have guessed that his first kiss would be like this. As Dane's lips parted, Teddy mentally apologized for the way his mouth tasted like cum.

But the man must have known that. Teddy's little whine mixed with a deep and comforting grunt as Dane planted the kiss. His strong arms held Teddy tightly, an assurance, just like how a daddy should hold a boy. Teddy let his eyes close again. Stubble prickled him, and he loved how it felt on his chin. The tongue came next, and the tongue was just as strong as it forced the child's lips apart. The warmth filled him, and he instantly loved this taste more than anything. In the afterglow, the saliva that he sucked off of Dane's tongue was mild, and intimate, and perfect in every way. He could drink the comfort in like words. Even as the man's body practically rolled over onto him once more, the legs pressing him down, he loved the grip more than any massage. This was what he had wanted without knowing. Nobody in the world could take this desire away.

They broke apart after a minute, and in the silence, the spa music came back with a soft chime. He hadn't even noticed that music had been playing the whole time, actually. Maybe that was just how spa music was supposed to work.

"You're a good kisser, too," Dane murmured.

"Th…thank you, Mr. Valentine."

"Oh, you're too much. God you're adorable. Glad I snatched you up before you got yourself a little crush."

"Mm, am…" Teddy said softly. "Am I your boyfriend now?"

"You're too little to be my boyfriend, Teddy. For now."

"But we – why did –"

"Do you think what we're doing is right?"

Teddy hesitated. One hand slid down his lower back. It covered so much skin. Of course he knew the answer to this. He shook his head.

"Do you want to keep doing it?"

He nodded.

"That's your answer. Maybe when you get older, you can be my boyfriend, even if people think it's weird. But right now, you know you can't tell anyone. Do you want to tell anyone?"

"No! No, I – I know. It's a secret."

"You're a good boy. I want to train you, Teddy. You can be a real good boy."

"I like being a good boy," Teddy whispered.

"I know."

What was all this about, then? Teddy felt something deep in his chest when he was told that he was a good boy, but he didn't know what it meant. This wasn't like in the second grade when he got a sticker on a test, or when his mom said she was proud of him for trying out for sports. This was something that resonated in his head and stomach and crotch all at once. He felt sexual. That was the only adjective he thought fit, and he didn't even know what it meant. All that time on the internet hadn't helped him with the actual feelings.

"So when we wash off, I can tell you all the things that I'm gonna teach you, but you have to promise me that you'll listen," Dane said, "and that you'll communicate with me."

"Like texts 'n stuff?"

"Yes, but also about how you feel. There are some things you might want to try that I can teach you, and some things to teach you that you might not want to do."

"I know I can say no," Teddy sighed.

"No, Teddy, you need to listen to me. This is a serious expectation," the man said more firmly.

"I…yes, daddy."

"Okay. Good boy."

"Can we hug for a little bit more?"

"Of course, baby."

Teddy didn't need the hug, but he wanted it. That was what this was all about. As Dane pulled him close and the two of them exchanged groans of exertion, their sighs were almost equally long. Teddy certainly felt wanted, by the way that his neighbor nuzzled his nose into the top of Teddy's hair, and the way he adjusted his arm underneath so that the boy could move himself more comfortably. He wanted the man, too. It was all the newness in the world, and it filled him up perfectly.

But not yet. He spread out his sticky fingers, the ones that had just been inside. Dane Valentine had secrets that nobody but Teddy knew about, that was for certain, and now Teddy had secrets of his own. The room filled with gentle flute and little sighs. A hot shower could wait. The laundry would come soon after. Maybe there was a missed text from his parents, since they hardly called unless they needed something specific. Teddy didn't care. The warm season meant he had all the time and space in the world to come over and swim, and play, and kiss, and get massaged. All he had to do was ask. He rubbed his cheek against Mr. Valentine's chest hair, and his daddy's fingertips squeezed right back.

The End