Dex looks down. His hands were clasped. I could tell he was collecting his thoughts, so I gave him time. He turned to me, his eyes wider than I have seen them in many years, “Do you find… me… attractive?” I put my hand on his thigh. I am not sure if I did that to calm him or steady myself, it was a gut reaction. I felt I couldn’t make eye contact with him right away. I took a few deep breaths. The next words out of my mouth could change my relationship with my boy forever. I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted him closer to me. I thought about how happy the Snow’s looked. So, I smiled at Dex and said “I do. Yes.” Dex tilted his head back and slowly our lips touched intimately for the first time. “Is that okay?” I asked. “Yeah.” I sighed, relieved that he wanted to continue and amazed at how instantly hard my dick was. I placed my hand on the back of his neck to bring his face closer to mine. We explored each other’s mouths as we slowly undressed. Looking down at him, I see his chest hair starting to grow in just like mine did at nineteen. I run my hand through it, feeling how soft it is compared to how coarse mine is now. My hand continues down his stomach to his jeans and not stopping until I have a firm grasp around his dick. I think to myself, “Damn! Is it odd that I am proud at the amount of pre-cum this boy is leaking? That’s my boy!”