Some years ago I moved into an apartment complex that had at one time been a motel. It had a big pool in the middle surrounded by a parking lot and on three sides were three buildings of two levels where all the hotel rooms were. The rooms had been converted into efficiencies and one room apartments about a decade before and it was a little run down but relatively clean and quite cheep.

Almost as soon as I moved into building 2 on the second level first unit on the end, right next door a woman and her 12 year old son moved in. At first I thought it was a mother and daughter because the boy had the most beautiful long blond hair that ran all the way down below his ass. He also had a very feminine face and was quite slender. Anyone would mistaken him for an adorable young girl.

In that place most people kept to themselves so nobody hardly knew anyone. But the woman seemed nice and was attractive and I was a horny 39 year old pervert and I was just as attracted to her "daughter" as I was her, even after I found out it was really a son. I'm bi so I don't discriminate by gender though even the most devout homophobe would get a hard on for that gorgeous little boy.

Linda and I first met at the pool and struck up a conversation while her son played in the pool. When we all decided we had had enough of the pool we got up to go to our respective apartments and that is when we found out we were neighbors. We kind of giggled at that and went into our respective apartments. We met out at the pool a couple of other times before Linda invited me over for dinner with her and Jean (pronounced like John). Of course I accepted. We got together periodically after that and things evolved into me taking Linda out on a date and then another and next thing we knew we were sleeping together and were talking about me moving in next door with them (they had a slightly larger apartment.).

Jean didn't require a lot of supervision. He was a straight A student in 7th grade and kept out of trouble. He was quiet and spent a lot of time in his room. This was before most people had computers much less the internet so Jean spent a lot of time in his room reading. Because of our work schedules Linda and I didn't see a lot of each other during the week.

One day about a month after I moved in and while Linda was at work, Jean came out of his room and sat down on the sofa while I was watching some movie on cable. We had a long sofa that could sit 5 adults fairly comfortably and I was down at one end leaning on a couple of pillows. Jean just plopped himself down right next to me and started watching with me. We had not had a lot of contact. I didn't want to screw things up between Linda and I by trying to mess around with her beautiful son so mostly I confined my attraction to her son to simply thinking about his lithe young body and pretty face and hair while I fucked his Mom. I figured I couldn't get into any trouble just for thinking about fucking Jean as long as I kept it to myself.

Jean started telling me about how in his school (despite living in a cheep apartment and doing without a lot of things, Linda managed to send Jean to a private school) they have started to teach massage. I thought that odd to teach to 12-year-olds. But it seems that they taught the kids to give each other massage as a way to improve social skills and to reduce discipline problems. I didn't really know much about what went on at Jean's school since that was Linda's department. I don't interfere or take an interest in things that I don't consider my business.

So Jean went on about massage and everything he learned about it and frankly I was paying more attention to the movie. Now don't get me wrong, I love talking to pretty little boys, especially ones that look more feminine than most of their female classmates. But when you really can't touch something or someone the way you want the best policy is to keep as much distance as possible, or at least that what I tried to do with Jean. Jean it seems, had other ideas.

"Jim, can I give you a massage????"

I was not expecting that. I didn't figure Jean would ever initiate any kind of physical contact other than possibly an occasional hand shake. Well, not even his mother had offered to give me a massage and I loved massages, who doesn't???? And I had not had a massage since two girlfriends ago. I don't exactly make enough money to pay for a massage so I get them only rarely.

"Um, sure, ok" I mumbled.

"turn over on your back" Jean told me then he left the room. He was back in a minute with a towel and some lotion and then said "oops, I forgot to tell you to take off your clothes." I was wondering exactly what they were teaching the kids at his school. Well I do know that professional massages are usually done either with the client naked and draped with a towel or in their underwear and Jean was holding a towel so I figured I would go about half way and strip to my shorts and drape myself with the towel and that I what I did and it seemed to satisfy Jean and so the massage began.

I lay their on the sofa and he began at my head massaging my scalp and the back of my neck working his way down my shoulders and back. He surprised me a bit when he got to my lower back and grasped my waist band and pulled them about half way down my ass and went to town massaging my upper ass and lower back. I thought, or rather hoped that perhaps one day a situation might arise where I might be able to enjoy molesting a cute kid and get away with it. I hadn't tried since I couldn't figure out how to do so without getting caught so I simply chose not to. It just never occurred to me that one day a kid would be molesting me and it would be his idea. His hands felt amazing as they kneaded my ass and worked on my lower back. He was like an expert. I was beginning to wonder just exactly what they were teaching at that school of his.

When Jean was done molesting my ass with those delightful little hands of his he started in on my feet. Not counting genitals, my favorite part of my body to have massaged is my feet. Jean seemed to have a perfect intuition when it comes to massage, especially feet. It was perfect. I would say it was almost better than sex and perhaps better than at least some of the sex I have had. It was damned near orgasmic as he worked those magical fingers all around my feet and toes and ankles. Then he worked his way up my legs and finally thighs and he got his hands right up inside the bottom of my shorts and massaged my lower ass covering all that he had missed when attacking from the other direction. His little fingers even found their way between my legs along my inner thighs and came within a millimeter of tickling my balls and asshole. I was pretty sure he was actually going to go that far but alas he didn't.

"Turn over Jim."

I rolled over onto my back causing the towel to fall onto the floor. It was the only thing that secured my modesty but I was worrying much less about modesty at that point. I felt that we had gone way too far with this massage but it felt so good and I was so horny for Jean that I just didn't care. I was actually contemplating the idea that molesting Jean and raping him would be so enjoyable that it would be well worth whatever prison time I would have to serve to pay for it. After all, its a once in a lifetime opportunity to fuck a sweet angel like Jean, especially one so suddenly affectionate.

But I didn't act on those thoughts as I lay there face up covered only by my shorts which I realized were tented up the full length of my 9 inch erection. I'm not an especially attractive guy. I'm a bit over weight, a bit bald and my face, frankly looks like it got into a fight with a blender and never quite healed. But if have something to bring to the table you can usually get a nice girl. I have a cock of respectable size and I'm a nice guy easy to get along with. I'm not sure what is so difficult about the last part but it seems that didn't apply to any of Linda's last dozen or so boyfriends and especially not Jean's dad who decided to surrender parental rights in the mistaken belief that doing so would relieve him of the responsibility of paying child support. It didn't and he got stuck paying anyways, on top of alimony and on tope of a lump sum that would be Jean's college fund and Linda's retirement fund.

So I was laying there on the sofa face up with my eyes clothes waiting in anticipation of whatever Jean had in mind. The first thing I felt was hair, on my face. He leaned over my face and plopped his main of blond silk right on my face. I smelled wonderful and felt even better, softer and silkier than his mom's hair which I loved to play with, and a whole lot longer. I wasn't sure if he did it deliberately but he made no effort to remove it. His fingers began to work delicately around my face moving his hair out of the way only as needed letting it slip back over the parts of my face he was done with. His fingers danced and caressed their way around every part of my face from forehead to neck and ears and nose and mouth. He gently dragged the tips of his fingers around across my lips and eye lids and in my ears and all over. I felt tingly everywhere from the neck up and I wanted to grab him and kiss him on the mouth but I behaved and kept my hands to myself.

Jean worked his way down my body dragging his hair on my as he went. I thought I would cum in my shorts when he caressed my nipples for about 20 minutes. When he got to my belly he rubbed softly in circles around and around for what seemed like an eternity in heaven. If you have never had your belly rubbed, and I can't imagine anyone so unfortunate, you must try it. If you can't get anyone to do it for you, do it yourself. Just rub in big circles. It feels great. Jean just went around and around and it was almost as if he was masturbating my torso. After a while he slipped his hands into the waistband of my shorts again. Now doing this on the back side is one thing. After all, technically, asses are not sex organs. But on the front, well that is another matter. His fingers found their way to about the mid way point of my pubic hair. His fingers snagged some each time they slipped inside my shorts on their way around my belly in circles that seemed to travel further and further south. But they never quite made it to my erection which all this time was still tenting my shorts which Jean didn't seem to notice. I certainly did. I was really close to grabbing him and raping his ass right then, despite it technically not being a sex organ.

After a while he decided that my belly and upper pubic mound had been molested enough and he went back to my feet. He redid the whole foot massage, something my feet were grateful for and he then worked his way back up my legs, this time the front. He massaged each leg and inner thigh and slipped his hands into the bottom of my shorts on both sides just a few inches but he seemed to be inching closer and closer to my cock and finally on the very last stroke up into the bottom of my shorts one finger, just one finger dragged slightly across one of my balls. Just slightly, probably not enough for him to notice much if at all. But it was enough to send electricity right up into my cock and I damned near came right then and there and I could feel the oozing of pre cum trying desperately to turn into an ejaculation.

The massage was over, I thanked Jean for what was sincerely the very best massage of my life and I was pretty sure better than pretty much anyone ever got a massage and I was about to run into the bedroom and jerk off like a crazy pervert while drooling over photos of Jean in a bathing suit when Jean said,

"My turn."