Scarlet Geraniums

“A baseball,” he said. “Can you believe it? I got
smacked in the head with a baseball.”

“Isn’t there anything that can be done? I mean, surely
the right doctor could do something.”

“At first the doctors said my blindness was only
temporary. But now they’re leaning more toward permanent.
I’ve seen specialists. They all scan, prod and x-ray, and
come back with the same answer.

“I’ve sure got to hand it to you. You do remarkably
well. I had no idea. How do you do it? Work with the
flowers, I mean.”

“I see with my fingers,” he said. “It’s like I touch
something , and I can see in my mind what it looks like.
Sounds weird, huh?”

“I think it sounds pretty amazing.”

* * * *
Chin’s father had gone to another job across town,
leaving him along to work in the familiar surroundings of our
lawn. By mid—afternoon, clouds began to roll in, and the
sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. Occasionally Chin
would lift his face toward the angry sky and listen, but
would go right back to his work.

The rain came suddenly, taking him by surprise. He was
soaked to the skin, from head to toe, before he made it half
way across the lawn. I saw him hurry into the tool shed to
escape the storm. I was sure he was fine, but felt compelled
to make sure.

Putting a few things I thought he might need in a bag, I
grabbed an umbrella from my closet and ran to join him.

Chin jumped with a start as I bolted through the door.
I felt bad about startling him, but was glad I’d come. He
sat shivering. His black hair laid flat against his head.
Water streamed down his face dripping off his nose chin and
ears. I’d never seen anyone look so forlorn.

“It’s just me,” I announced. He breathed a sigh of
relief. “I saw you got caught in the rain. I thought you
might need some dry things.”

“Thanks. I was really hoping to finish re-potting the
geraniums before the rain.

“Oh well, there’s always tomorrow,” I said lying a towel
in his arms.

“I really appreciate this,” said Chin, as he set out to
dry himself.

The rain continued to pour down. “I brought you some
dry cloths, if you’d like to change.”

“You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble,” he said.

“Not at all. I’m sure they’ll fit.” And I handed the
clothes to him.

I sat back and watched as he pulled off his drenched t-
shirt. My cock tingled with excitement when I caught a
glimpse of the small tufts of black, hair under his arms.
Out of habit, rather than necessity, I tried not to stare.
But when he stood up and unfastened the front of his jean
shorts, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Holding my
breath, I watched as he peeled the wet denim down over his
hairless thighs.

“How old are you?” I asked. I was thinking and the
words just kind of slipped out.

“Nineteen,” he replied. I couldn’t believe he was a
year older than me.

“You’re kidding?”

“No. I really am nineteen.

“I thought you were fifteen, maybe sixteen.”

Chin gave me a courteous, but obvious expression of
discontent. I quickly apologized for my error in judgment.

“Most people think I’m younger than I am,” admitted
Chin. “Don’t feel bad.”

I couldn’t feel anything but pure joy when I saw how his
wet underwear clung to his manhood. It didn’t matter that
his cock appeared to be as petite as the rest of his
magnificent body. I wanted to see all of him, and grew
anxious for him to reveal the secrets of his flesh.

Chin seemed a bit nervous.

“Are we alone?” He asked. “I mean, there’s no one else
who’s going to come rushing in?”

“No one else,” I assured him.

Chin still appeared to be a bit shy, but hesitated no
longer. With one rapid swoop, he pulled off his underwear
and stood in front of me, stark naked. My eyes immediately
dropped to satisfy my haunting curiosity. While his cock was
indeed much smaller than mine, I found it to be the most
beautiful, uncircumcised dick I’d ever seen.

Wet and cold, his balls had drawn up tight in their
satiny pouch. But much to my surprise, his slender cock was
actually half hard.

The scent of his damp flesh was pleasantly sweet. The
small shed quickly filled with his aroma. The thunderstorm
had served my purpose well. It was a gift from heaven.

I watched Chin dry his hairless torso. When he ran the
towel over his exquisite ass, the head of my thick cock
slithered down the inside of my thigh to peek out from
beneath the leg of my shorts. I trembled with nervous
anticipation as he focused his attention on his ticklish
manhood.

“You know, this isn’t fair,” he said. “I know you’re
watching. I can feel your eyes on me.” I felt my face warm
with shameful humiliation.

“I wish I knew what you looked like,” he said, putting
the towel aside, feeling for the clothes I had lent him.

As he searched, I reached out and intercepted his hands.

“Can you really see with your fingers?” Almost
breathlessly, Chin nodded as I placed his hands on my face.

“You’re quite attractive,” said Chin, his fingers gently
caressing every distinguishing curve of my face. He ran his
hands down my neck and across my shoulders.

“Just hold that thought,” I said, interrupting his
exploration just long enough to remove my shirt.