Looking at Gregg, your typical Helosian, it was like looking at an adult a quarter-size of normal. Only three feet high and weighing about thirty-five pounds, he was otherwise adult-looking in every way. I saw him as a friendly face in an unfriendly world, someone to unload my frustrations with life and love on.
"You bet your ass she is." I agreed and put my head back on the couch. "Man, I won't get any for a week now!" I moaned to myself, softly.
Gregg didn't catch that, thank God, but he still startled me by what he did next. "Climbing Mount Donnie!" He called out.
I should explain that. He and I played a game called "Climb Mount Donnie." I would put a hand down to below knee level and another about mid-thigh and he would use those as handholds and footholds to climb up me. We'd keep that up, me shifting hands as he finished with them to let him climb all the way up me, also using my legs and arms as he climbed. He would end up sitting on my shoulders and I would then proclaim, "Excelsior!" and ferry him around piggy-back for a while as we both called out "Excelsior!" It was his (and my) favorite game of silly friendship.
But I was lying back on my chair and he didn't need my help from that angle. He started at my feet and was clambering up me from a crouching position. He put me in mind of a panther the way he crept up on me.
Gregg was naked. This didn't surprise me, for Debbie had told him to get undressed so she could dry his clothes. I refused to let it bug me, heck, I was naked under my bathrobe now, come to that. He was pale skinned, black-haired, dimple cheeked and grinning broadly, his smile his only clothing. The epitome of innocence.
He held onto my legs near the knees to climb on my lap, then reached further up to clench at my thighs to get the rest of the way up (he was tall enough to just sit on my lap, but that wasn't "climbing" for him). Trouble with that was, he was knocking aside my bathrobe as he climbed like that, and I didn't have on a stitch underneath it! He got onto my lap just as my robe slid away and exposed my junk to him.
Just my luck, he spotted it right away. "Wow, Donnie, is that your doodle?" He asked me.
"Yeah, Gregg, it is." I said, trying to pull my bathrobe back up. But he was now straddle of my thighs and pinned it down so I didn't accomplish anything.
And the rascal reached out and grabbed it! I wasn't hard or nothing, he was handling my limp sausage and he snickered at the feel of it. "That's so big!" He marveled at it. "Feels nice and warm, too! My hand's cold!"
"It sure is!" I admitted. His hands were cold, he'd been in the cold weather quite a while himself. Those cold fingers had a surprising effect on my cock, you'd think the cold touch would be a wiener-shrinker, but I had that soft touch on my dong and it stiffened up in Gregg's hands.
"Wow, it's getting bigger!" Gregg wondered.
I was mortified! Having another man see your cock is bad, seeing it stiff is worse, but his touching it was the worst of all! And I didn't know what to do, what was appropriate for Helosia in such a case. Do you yell at him for what may be considered normal curiosity? Do you freak out and maybe scar your friendship for life? Do you treat it as no big deal and hope for the best?
I went with option number three, right or wrong, and I said, "Yeah, it does that when someone touches it. Now, time to let go of it."
"Why?" He asked me, his little face peering up into mine.
"Because it's mine, not yours, and you shouldn't be touching it."
"Oh." he looked down at it, now completely erect and he snickered. "This is like one of those rocks pillars in the desert people climb." Gregg was interested in rock-climbing, as you could see, and knew a lot about it. "I bet I could climb it!"
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