Chad, the Ideal Lad

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Young Chad surprises Foster in many ways.

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There was Chad lying on my living room floor with Barney. The boy was prone with his knees bent and his sandaled feet in the air. He wore blue shorts and a white T. His hand was rubbing Barney's tummy, and the dog must have felt he'd gone to heaven judging by the way his tail was swishing.

"Morning, Chad."

"Hi Foster," he said without stopping or looking up. "I knocked but you didn't hear me, so I comed in." I guess I didn't lock the door when I came back from Barney's morning walk. What a fortuitous mistake. I sat down on the couch. Somehow it didn't occur to me that perhaps I shouldn't be entertaining company clad in only a towel.

"Does your mom know where you are this time?"

Chad looked up at me to answer. I realized later he could no doubt see between my legs. "Yep. I telled her I was going to see Barney. She said I should call you first but then Aunt Irene called and she and Mom always talk a long time, so I comed over 'cause you told Mom I could visit Barney any time."

"Yes I did. You certainly can. Barney loves to see you." So did I of course. I sat smiling as Chad continued to rub my dog's belly. "What were you two talking about before I came in?"

"I was telling Barney I wasn't gonna be at the pool today. Mom 'n me is going to the zoo." He turned over on his back and Barney turned over on his front and started licking Chad's giggling face. It was beautiful.

I stood up. For brief seconds, when Chad was able to open his eyes, he must have looked right up my towel skirt and seen my semi-erect cock. "You two have fun. I'm going to get dressed." I walked down to my bedroom, opened my drawer and selected a pair of camo boxers and a coffee T. When I bent over to put on the undies, I saw Chad and Barney at my door. I don't know why I felt the need to be polite, but I turned my bare ass to them to hide my very full frontal, as I pulled them up.

"You got a nice big weewee." I looked up and discovered I was standing in front of my full length mirror and all my discretion had been for naught.

"Well, it's a little larger than normal right now," I admitted. In my head I added, "thanks to you."

"Yeah, my weewee does that too, it gets big sometimes, but not as big as yours."

I pulled on my shirt. When I pulled it down to my waist, I knew I had a visible bulge in my pants. "When does your weewee get big, Chad?" Hell, he brought the subject up! I was just making conversation!

"When I rub it. Here, I'll show you." Before I knew it, the kid kicked off his shorts and his tighty whities, hitting Barney in the nose with them. He started playing with his uncut penis, rubbing and squeezing it like he probably does every night in bed. And sure enough his delicious looking nail was soon jutting two inches straight out over his lovely bald peas. "See?"

"Oh, yes, I see. I definitely see. Thank you very much for showing me, Chad."

"Wow, Foster."

"What?"

"You can make your weewee grow big without even touching it! How you do that?" I glanced down. My bulge had turned into a tent.

"Well, Chad, when you get older you'll find out when you think about certain things, it can trigger an erection. You don't need to touch it. The thoughts by themselves make it grow."

"Wow, really? So what you thinking about now?"

The kid had me. Did I really want to tell him I'd been thinking about kissing his soft young lips? tasting those two inches of scrumptious boytool? fingering his tight virgin rosebud? Should I lie to him instead? But then Chad started shouting. "Hey, give that back, Barney!" I looked. The dog had Chad's delicious underwear in his mouth. I silently thanked Barney for getting my out of a tight situation.

Chad started chasing Barney around the condo, which was just the game the dog wanted to play. I had to laugh out loud as the dog raced past my legs with a darling boy close behind. Watching that young bubble ass bouncing down the hall was the best sight my eyes had witnessed all morning. Oh, how Phillip would have loved this moment. Back and forth they ran. Chad would stop to catch his breath. The dog would stop and let the boy get teasingly close and then race off again.

"Come on, Barney. I gotta go soon!"

Ah, yes, I remembered, the zoo. I looked directly at Barney, and put out my hand. He handed me the undies, now all wet with his drool and I handed them over to Chad.

"Wow, how you make him do that?" Chad pulled them on and his sweet penis, now flaccid (as was mine) was nicely visible through the wet cotton.

As he finished getting dressed, I asked him, "Do you like to let men look at your weewee?"

"You're the first one."

"Why was I so lucky?"

"'Cause you showed me yours so I knew it was ok to show you mine."

"Well, you're very smart, Chad. I liked seeing you with no pants. And of course Barney was happy also. That's why he didn't want give them back." We both laughed. "Tell you what."

"What?"

"Whenever you're over here and it's just the three of us, you can take your pants off any time you want."

"OK." He said matter-of-factly. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"You'll take yours off also." I loved the way Chad made statements rather than requests.

"OK, I will. And, Barney, you can't wear pants either." Chad found that hilarious. "And, Chad, this will be our own little secret, OK?"

"OK. Bye, Foster. Bye, Barney." Too quickly, Chad was out the door. I looked at Barney. I knew he missed him as much as I.

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