Just as my first summer break from college was coming around, my mother called me at school and told me that she and my dad were planning a trip to Washington State to visit the families of my father’s two younger brothers. All of my cousins were much younger than me, and my uncles all much older, so I told my mother that I didn’t really want to make that trip with them. So when I got home that next week my parents were very understanding of my wanting to stay home, especially when I offered to look after Samantha, our family dog, in their absence. Samantha was a large German Sheppard who was the most loving dog you could ever imagine. We got her when I was nine, and when she was only a puppy, so she and I had basically grown up together. As a result, she had become a very important part of our family so everyone was glad she wasn’t going to have to stay at a kennel while my parents were away.
It wasn’t until I was driving my parents to the airport, that I told my mother that she should call me on my cell phone if she wanted to check on things as I was planning on taking Sam and driving up to our lake home to kind of kick back for a few days. Mom and Dad both thought that was a good idea, and so I thought my summer plans were set.
Sam and I rattled around my parent’s home for three days before we set off for Lake Moultrie. Our lake house was only about 50 miles from my parent’s South Carolina home so Sam and I made that trip nonstop. As a result, Sam was anxious to get out of my car so she could pee the instant we arrived. Sam was quite familiar with the lake house and its surroundings so I wasn’t alarmed when she took off toward the lake the instant I opened the car door.
I carried a few provision into the house, but became concerned enough by Sam’s constant barking that I walked out on the back deck to see her barking at our under-house storage area. I walked down the wooden stairway to see if I could quiet Sam down, but she paid no attention to my efforts. And because she kept barking I decided to investigate. I opened the door and looked inside and saw nothing of interest. So while patting Sam’s head I told her to calm down, that everything was fine. But Sam ran in while continuing to bark, so I turned on the light and followed her. That’s when I noticed a sleeping bag, and half way under its pillow was a magazine that was open to a page that showed a photo of a naked man’s rumps. I also saw a tube of jack-off lube near the pillow and so I immediately began to cast my gaze around the basement area. And then in the dark area behind the hot water heater I saw a shadowy movement. My heart leapt to my throat as I called out, “Who’s there?” and then watched as whoever it was tried to sink further back behind the hot water heater.
All that was happening was so totally unexpected that I didn’t know what to say or do. But after a few seconds of silence I finally manage to say, “You better come out of there with your hands up, or I’ll sic this dog on you.”
That was when I heard a boy’s voice say, “I didn’t hurt anything. I didn’t take anything. I was just looking for shelter.” Then he stepped out from behind the hot water heater with his hands held up about at head’s height.
I know I won’t be able to properly explain this, but I all but lost my breath the instant I saw him. He was truly the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He was shirtless and shoeless and was only wearing a pair of short summer shorts, the type with open leg holes and slits up their sides. His body was that of a boy, thin yet not skinny. His face had a look of fear and innocence all at the same time, and his hair was dis-shuffled yet still framed his face perfectly. So even though his presence made me uncomfortable I have to say that he was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. So without much thought, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
He looked at me with fright in his eyes as he said, “Please don’t call the cops. Like I said, I was just looking for shelter, and I didn’t hurt anything, I promise.”
Sam sniffed the boy’s feet, and then his knees, and then she all but buried her nose in the front of the boy’s shorts until the boy couldn’t help reaching down to push her nose away from his crotch. Because the boy seemed to have no weapons, and was smaller than me, I told him he could leave his hands down, at which time he petted Sam and she licked his hand. That’s when I asked, “So why are you here?” and he quickly answered, “You want to know the truth?”
“Yea, that’s exactly what I want to know.”
He just looked at me for a second, and then said, “I just needed a little time away from my parents, nothing more and nothing less.”
“How old are you?”
“18.” He said.
“Do you have proof of that?”
“My wallet is in my sleeping bag, I can show you if you’ll let me get it.”
And then he began to walk toward his sleeping bag. I was so overcome with his beauty that my eyes automatically focused on his shifting buttocks after he walked past me. And when he bent to his sleeping bag I could see the bottom curves of his hairless butt cheeks through the open leg holes of his shorts and thought they were as beautiful as he was. This may not seem right to you, but all I wanted to do was grab, hug, and kiss him. But just then I saw his left hand moving in effort to push his male nudie magazine even further under his pillow. Without thinking, I said, “Stop, don’t move.” He stopped dead in his tracks while I just kept looking at the bottom of his butt rounds while he was bent over. Finally I said, “No matter what, you can’t stay down here.”
And he said, “Okay, I’ll go. Just please don’t call the cops. I won’t give you any trouble, I promise.”
“No, you don’t understand.” I said, “What I’m telling you, is that you can’t stay under the house, but you could come upstairs and stay with me in the house.”
He turned back to look at me, and caught me looking at his rump as he asked, “You mean that?”
“Yea I do. And stop trying to hide that magazine. In fact, bring it up with you.”
He stood back up with the magazine in his hand as he said, “I’d really rather you not look at this. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Well, that’ll be for me to decide, bring it along.”
Sam moved up to the boy and stuck her wet nose right through his left leg hole and into his butt crack. He got a totally “goosed” look on his face before he pushed her nose away again. That was also when I saw that a frightened look had returned to his face, and so while feeling totally in control, I said, “You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to call the sheriff’s office, and I’m not going to hurt you. It’s just that I don’t think you’re staying under the house is the best place for you.”
A look of relief seemed to wash over his face, and that was when I also realized, that had I been a dog, I would have done exactly as Samantha had done. I would have stuck my nose right up that beautiful boy’s butt. And so for the first time in my life I was forced to come to grips with my own gay thoughts, even if that recognition was only in my own mind. And this is also hard to explain, but because that boy was so beautiful, such thoughts brought on unexpected good feelings.