Chad, the Ideal Lad

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Some of the background on Foster, Chad, Gwen and Barney.

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"Chad is a great kid!" I said to Gwen, neither of us taking our eyes off him.

"Thank you, I think so too. But it's hard raising him on my own."

"Would you like to sit a few minutes?" She accepted my invitation and sat beside me. Barney moved away from her side.

"Thank you. I must look a wreck. There's so much to unpack. We just moved in on Tuesday. Oh, I'm sorry, Foster. My name's Gwen."

"Pleased to meet you. I'm sure you and Chad will be very happy in this condo. Everyone is friendly. And the place is safe."

"I could see the pool from my balcony. I'm in #42." She pointed. "I looked out one minute and saw Chad splashing happily in the pool, and the next minute he had disappeared. I shouldn't have let him go by himself, but he kept begging and I had so much work to do."

"Jerry is very attentive."

"Jerry?"

I pointed out the lifeguard. "He keeps good track of all the kids. I'm sure he knew Chad was under my bench. Next time, just ask him." It was true. I admired Jerry's attention to his duties. A lot of the guys we hired for this job were either bored or too interested in the teenage females poolside. But this year we hired Jerry, a local boy who'd just finished his freshman year at State. His sun-bleached white hair topped off a toned physique and a warm tan. Wearing only dark shades, a red speedo, and flips, he looked ravishing. Most important, he kept his mind on his work, and his eyes on all the kids. Especially the boys. Especially the young boys. Jerry reminded me so much of my late lover. Phillip was the athlete. He often spent summers lifeguarding at the ocean. He also coached Little League and peewee soccer. The boys all loved him.

I turned my attention back to what Gwen was saying. "It does seem like a nice condo. The rec hall. The playground. And of course, the pool. Chad was so excited when he saw that. I heard the schools are rated well here also. Is that true?"

"That's what I understand. I don't have any kids of my own." How often, Phillip and I had spoken of adoption. We even sent for the application papers. But then he was diagnosed and all our plans were put on hold. "But I hear a lot from my music students."

"Oh, do you give lessons? I used to play the piano, before we got married. I've been considering buying one after things settle down."

"I think it's a wonderful idea. I bet Chad would love to make music.

Gwen briefly peeked under the bench and saw Barney cowering. She laughed, "But maybe I'll get a dog first. Chad seems to like dogs, at least Barney."

"He certainly does. You know, Barney is very particular about people, and he took to Chad immediately. When I got him, he'd been severely neglected and was never socialized. He quickly became as attached to me as I was to him, but he always avoids other humans. So I was amazed when he opened up to Chad so readily. Chad can come by any time. I'm sure Barney would love to see him. I'm in #87."

"Thank you again. I better get back to my unpacking."

"Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on Chad. He'll be fine. You go do what you gotta do."

Before going back to her new home, Gwen walked over to the pool and had a few words with Chad, who waved at me. Then she spoke with Jerry who also looked over at me and smiled. Now that we were alone once more, Barney could relax, curl up again under my ass, and shut out the rest of the world.

I'm not sure who enjoyed the next hour more, Chad playing in the condo swimming pool or me watching him from my bench 200 feet away. My book would have to wait 'til later. I had promised to keep an eye on the boy, and that was not a hard one to keep.

From my vantage, I could see Chad was perfectly comfortable in the water, jumping out, then diving in again from the edge. He swam the dog paddle and must have been treading water at times when his play brought him into water higher than himself. He had found a handful of playmates about his age and they were splashing each other and shrieking and laughing and playing Marco Polo.

After a while, Chad's play group dwindled as one by one the boys went inside. By himself again, he climbed out, exchanged waves with Jerry, and skipped over to my bench. Below me, Barney probably opened one eye when his prone body felt the approaching footfalls, saw it was only his new friend, not a threat, and settled down again.

"Your friends all go inside?"

"Yeah, they said they was hungry and went in for lunch."

"How about you? Are you hungry?"

"Nah, not yet. I'm gonna sit here with you in the sun a while." Again, it was a statement, not a request for permission. I love this boy! He had no towel, but with the sun now at its midday peak, I was sure he'd dry quickly. I certainly didn't mind having this gorgeous boy sit next to me a while. But of course little boys don't have the capacity to sit still for more than ten seconds. Chad kept squirming. He started out on his bum with his legs dangling in front. Then he brought his knees up to his chest and curled his pretty toes around the edge of the bench. Then he wriggled his legs underneath until he was sitting on his heels. He kept on changing positions, and sometimes his skinny wet leg brushed against my thigh. I guess drops of chlorinated water were dropping through the bench onto Barney, but he didn't voice any objection. And as any typical boy his age would do, he fiddled with his dick through his wet trunks, poking it, rubbing it, all without the least bit of shame of embarrassment.

"Whatcha reading, Mr. Foster?"

"It's just Foster, that's my name." I picked up the book and showed him. "It's about a man who built schools for little kids like you in Afghanistan."

"That's where my daddy died." He said it so matter-of-factly, I was stunned. Perhaps, Chad was still very young when it happened. I had a hundred questions but I didn't want to begin interrogating him. I knew I'd probably learn soon enough the tragic details. "He was in the Marines just like you!"

I was dumbfounded. "How did you know I was a Marine?"

He poked my bicep with his darling little finger. "It says so right there!" His poke set off a switch which sent a jolt of electricity up my arm into my chest down to my loins. It had been so long since a little boy touched me and my body suddenly remembered the staggering feelings of such a touch.

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