Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2012 21:47:59 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: BOYS IN THE WOOD iii (Revised) Sorry it took longer than I would have liked. The story seems to have taken a little turn that wasn't part of the original plan. Hope it's okay for you none the less. N-joi. Hugs, Tag ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ "I believe that your grandfather would like your presence in the library master Calais," our head houseman Jamison said when I ran into him on the way to find my grandfather. "What does he want Jamison?" The elderly gentleman said that he was sure that he didn't know however sheriff Macklin was with him and they were having a bit of a row." "I see. Jamison this is my friend Jordon. He'll be spending the night," I said as I headed toward the hall that led to the library. "Very well sir," I heard Jamison respond as we passed by. "Wow this place is huge," Jordon said in awe as we passed through rooms and halls with 20 foot ceilings. I nodded my head in response and a moment later went through the double sliding doors into my grandfather's sanctuary. The sheriff was almost yelling at grandfather which surprised me because nobody ever yelled at grandfather. My grandfather simply watched on with an amused expression on his wrinkled face. "Ahh Calais, so glad you could join us," he called out from across the large room. The Sheriff turned in our direction, his face reddened from, I assume, anger. "Sheriff Macklin says that you shot arrows at some boys over on the east section." "Yes sir, I did." "You could have killed someone boy," sheriff Macklin said angrily. Before he could say another word I reached behind me and pulled an arrow from my quiver, knocked it as I spun around, fired back across the room and sank it into a tall wooden coat rack that stood by the door. I managed the move in under 4 seconds and considering that the coat rack is less than 3 inches wide to a side it was, if I may say so, a magnificent display of shooting although not particularly unusual for me. I would eventually enter the Olympics in archery. "If I had wanted to kill them sheriff they would be dead." The sheriff had paled somewhat. "Bravo Calais bravo," my grandfather said clapping his hands gleefully. "They were trespassing on clearly posted land and they threatened harm to some younger boys, this is one of them," I said, pointing to Jordon whose mouth was hanging open. "There you see Macklin, clear cause." I heard the change of tone in my grandfather's voice and that wasn't a good sign. The sheriff had lost some of his bluster but not all by any means. "I understand that you verbally stated that you would cut their throats if they came back." "Not true sheriff. I threatened to slit their throats if I heard that they had ever laid a hand on any of the boys that were there. If I find them on our property again I'll deal with them however I give you my word that I will not harm them." "Your word?" the sheriff said, clearly indicating that it didn't mean anything but my grandfather cut him off. "Our word is our bond Macklin," my grandfather said in a voice that conveyed the clear message that the sheriff was treading on very dangerous ground. "and has been for 200 years. Trespassers on our land will be treated as need be. You would do well to remember that Macklin." My grandfather pushed a button on the arm of his wheelchair and a side door opened and Hugh came into the room. Hugh is my grandfather's bodyguard and chauffer. His name should be huge because he is. Six feet eight and 270 pounds of muscle with a scar down the right side of his face, the man had terrified me as a youngster. As it was the sight of him terrified most adults. He could be gentle as lamb; if the occasion arose that he needed to be. "Show Sheriff Macklin to the door," my grandfather commanded. As the sheriff turned and headed toward the approaching Hugh my grandfather said, "Don't forget that I put you where you are Frank." While the use of the sheriff's first name was meant to ease the tension and convey a sense of friendliness the menace in my grandfather's voice was very clear and delivered an equally clear message. "Don't fuck with me." "Well Calais," my grandfather said, turning his chair toward us, "who is this fine looking young man?" I introduced Jordon who was shocked when my grandfather extended a bony hand to shake. "He and a few other boys may be spending the night if you don't mind grandfather." "Not at all Calais, it will be nice to have the sound of boys in the house again." Changing tack he said, "You realize don't you that you sunk your arrow into a 150 year old piece of furniture." He didn't wait for an answer. "Still though, an amazing shot; better than I could have made at your age. Very good Calais." He then asked me to explain about the boys and the threats. He listened patiently and when I was done said that the decision had been sound and the action justified. "I am also proud of the way you handled yourself with the sheriff. It contained the right amount of respect yet left no doubt as to who was in command." I beamed at his praise for my grandfather could be sparing with it. "I'm leaving in an hour to fly to Geneva. I'll be back later this week so you have the house" which meant that I was in charge. "It was nice to meet you Jordon; you are welcome in our humble home." That being said he headed toward the door and Jamison came through to assist him. "Humble home," Jordon said after grandfather had left. "And you're not in any trouble at all over what happened?" I shook my head. I explained that resolute firmness, supreme confidence and a clear picture of our place in the scheme of things were highly valued in my family. I acted in the way I was expected to act. "Even with the sheriff," the boy asked incredulously. "Especially with the sheriff," I said. "Come on," I said and led Jordon out of the library. I went 2 doors down the hall to the game room, another large room whose paneled walls were adorned with the mounted heads of animals from all over the world. A stuffed and mounted 8 foot tall polar bear stood menacingly in one corner, his front paws extended and his snarling face a mass of exposed teeth. There were weapons displayed in various places throughout the room and I placed my arrows and quiver where they were supposed to go. Jordon looked around, clearly amazed and impressed. That task finished we headed to the kitchen where I asked the cook to prepare something for lunch for Jordon and I then we went up the grand staircase to the second floor, all the while Jordon looking around like a cat in a new house. On more than one occasion I heard a mumbled, "fuck" or "goddamn" when he spied something of interest like the two sets of medieval armor that stood guard at each side at the top of the staircase. My bedroom is actually a suite of 3 rooms. Eight foot tall, arched Double doors open into a large airy sitting room with a couple of sofa's, arm chairs and small tables as well as a large antique desk where my computer sits. Slightly rounded, the room has huge arched windows that allow in a great deal of light. A large fireplace dominates an inner wall and peeks through to my bedroom providing a fireplace in there as well. A doorway leads from the sitting room into a huge walk in closet that continues on into my bathroom, another large open room with an oversized bathtub in the center of the room. An equally large shower room sits in a corner, a bidet, and toilet along one wall and the counter sink and dressing table along another. Both the closet and the bathroom are also accessible from my bedroom. "Holy shit this is bigger than most of my house," Jordon exclaimed. I didn't need to respond. I went into my bedroom and pulled the pistol from under my shirt at the small of my back and put it in the nightstand. Jordon just looked on in amazement. From there I went into my closet and began getting undressed. Jordon started to leave but I stopped him. "You don't need to leave Jordon, I got nothing to hide." That being said I stripped naked then started over with a pair of maroon briefs. "Fuck you have such a great body Calais; I hope mine looks that good some day." I told him it could, besides, he had a great start on it considering the size of his cock which caused him to blush. I dressed in a pair of Levis and t-shirt and tan Vans then we headed down stairs to nosh on Ruben's on marbled rye. "Will a chicken pot pie suit you for dinner master Calais," Clarisse asked. I looked at Jordon with a raised eyebrow. He seemed a little flustered that I would consider his opinion but finally nodded his head. I told Clarisse that would be fine and if she had the time a nice dessert to go with it would be great. She said she had some rhubarb in the freezer if that would be alright knowing that rhubarb was probably my favorite pie of all, next to wild blackberry that is. As we finished up my grandfather rolled into the kitchen. "I knew I'd find you here Calais. Would you mind driving Hugh and I to the airfield then picking us up when I get back? That way I won't have to leave the car unattended even though it would remain in the locked hanger." "Of course grandfather I'd be happy to." He nodded his head and he turned he said, "We'll be taking the Wraith." The expression on my face caused alarm in Jordon. My grandfather asked me to bring it around. I was flabbergasted. While I'd ridden in the car at various times throughout my life I'd never driven it, nor had I asked to. I signaled for Jordon to follow me and using a different route that my grandfather headed to where the cars were kept. Jordon asked what was wrong. "Nothing is wrong, just a huge surprise which you'll see in a moment." A quick walk downstairs, through a short tunnel and back upstairs we came out inside the garage. Lights went on as soon as the door opened so Jordon got his first view of my grandfather's collection of automobiles. Among them were a new Bentley Mulsanne, a couple of vintage cars and his special car, the 1957 Rolls Royce Silver Wraith, the one I would be driving. It was long and boxy, painted a brilliant red with tan down the sides, all of its chrome gleaming as if it just came from the factory. I loved the big old thing as did my grandfather, and the fact that he was letting me drive it spoke volumes about his faith and trust in me. I punched the button to open the garage door then told Jordon to get in but not to touch anything. I got it running and we waited a moment for the heat gauge to move before I backed it out of its stall and rolled it around to the front of the house where grandfather and Hugh waited along with Jamison. Hugh assisted my grandfather in getting into the car then went around to the other side while Jamison took the wheelchair back inside. "Off we go Calais," grandfather said and off we went. The drive was uneventful except for the fact that I was driving. I was a little nervous but not overly. We got the airport without any problems and parked right next to grandfather's jet where his steward and his pilot waited for him. I gave him a hug and with help from Hugh he made it up the short flight of stairs, waving goodbye to me at the top. I moved the car a short distance away from the plane and waited and of course Jordon asked why. "Out of respect," I said. A moment later the plane taxied away and 3 minutes later came roaring down the runway, lifting off almost in front of us. Only then did I head sedately home. Jordon had remained quiet on the trip out but was quite animated on the trip back home, looking around making comments and asking questions. The trip was uneventful until I got to our front gate and as I pulled in a police came out of nowhere with its lights flashing and siren going. I pulled to a stop just inside the gate and waited for the sheriff who took his time ambling up to the driver's side door. I opened the window as sheriff Macklin got to it and leaned down, his face inches from mine. "License and registration," he said tersely. "Excuse me," I said and he repeated with much more attitude. "No," I said, "I don't think so." He glared at me then told me to get out of the car. "Sheriff Macklin; I am on my private property and you are standing on my private property. You have no jurisdiction here. I am going to continue up the driveway and 10 feet further in the gates will automatically close. I suggest that you move your car." That being said I put the Wraith in drive and went on my way. Sure enough the gates started to close and in my rear view mirror I watched as the sheriff hustled his fat ass into his car and got it backed up out of the way, just barely. "Fuck Calais you got a lot of balls," Jordon said, clearly in awe of what I'd done. "Not really," I said. "I know my rights. God knows my grandfather has drilled them into me often enough. If the sheriff had hit his lights any sooner that might not have been the case but even then I wouldn't have worried. He knows he's going to pay for this." After parking the car I asked Jordon what he wanted to do but he didn't have a clue. I suggest going swimming since the weather was quite warm. "I don't have a swimming suit," he responded. "Don't need one," I said with a grin. We headed through the house, told Jamison what we were doing and although he pretty much knew that we'd be naked he didn't bat an eyelash, just said yes sir. Out the door we went then down some steps that wound around a hedge and a moment later we were at the pool. It wasn't anything real special or fancy, just a really big pool. I loved my grandfathers' pool because it was where I learned to swim and to dive. My grandfather had been an Olympic hopeful in his day but an injury prevented him from going. He had instilled in me the love of the water, among other things. We were completely hidden from view of the house so were free to frolic to our naked hearts content. I stripped my clothes off immediately as did Jordon and a second later we were in the water. We got out and dove off the lower of the 2 boards. Doing anything fancy off the higher board while naked could cause a problem. I showed Jordon how to do a couple of simple dives and the boy picked it up quickly. The great part of that was that I got to put my hands on him. I liked handling a wet boy. We goofed around for a good half hour before climbing out lying on chaise lounge chairs. "It's kind of cool hanging around naked like," Jordon said after 3-4 minutes of silence. I glanced over at and saw that he was basically staring at my cock and fiddling a little bit with his own. He took his hand away and I saw that he was about half way hard, the pale tube stretching up toward his belly button. Because we'd warmed up his balls were at full hang resting against his crotch. I felt my cock start to rise just looking at him. "I really like your body Jordon," I told him. "I know you wish you had hair and stuff but I have to say that you look so hot without it." "Really?" I nodded my head. "In fact I'd really like to play with it." My cock had rapidly inflated to its full size and I couldn't help but grip it and squeeze the thick flesh. "I really like to do the same with you," Jordon replied. I suggested we go into the pool house, not because I was concerned about doing sexy out by the pool because I'd jacked off out there more times than I can count. I suggested it so we could shower because I didn't really want to taste chlorine on Jordon's cock. I stood up and offered Jordon a hand which he eagerly took, and helped haul him to his feet. He stumbled into me in the process and my arms went around him automatically which put our faces inches apart. "I want to kiss you really bad," I whispered. "Then you should do it," he said, tilting his beautiful curly head while moving forward. I did the same and our lips touched but very gently as we both were afraid of breaking something. He managed 3 or 4 little pecks but on the last one Jordon put is hands on the sides of my head and held me there while he planted his open mouth against mine and we did battle for a moment or 3. "Come on," I said after breaking the kiss, "we need to go or I'm gonna cum right here." I took his hand and we trotted into the changing rooms and went right to the shower. I got it going and in we went and got thoroughly rinsed off then soaped. I'd always wondered what it would be like to shower with a boy and wash him but right then my dick was so hard and I wanted to cum so bad that I put it off. As soon as the soap was rinsed off Jordon dropped to my knees and pulled Jordon's cock down and put my mouth over it. I had only had my first cock that morning but I loved it so, so much. I got Jordon to start moving his hips, fucking his delicious boner into my mouth. I played with his balls while he did and it was only a moment before he started moaning. "Now I'm ready to cum," he said, pulling away from me. "Let me suck on your cock for a minute." We traded places and Jordon dropped to his knees. "God I love your cock Calais," he said as he looked it over. He then took it and rubbed it against his face as if it were fine silk. His eyes were closed as if to focus his attention on other senses. Jordon finally stopped and watched as he slid my foreskin back and forth over the swollen head before taking me into his warm mouth. I couldn't count how many boys had sucked my cock that morning but none of them compared to Jordon. And it wasn't that he was any better at it than they had been it's just that I really like him, a lot. Looking down and seeing his red tinted lips sliding back and forth on my dick made my heart swell. I put my hand in his hair, felt the thickness of it, and rubbed gently. His free hand cupped my balls for a moment then went between his legs to stroke his cock. He finally stopped and stood up and melted into my arms and we kissed again, full mouthed, tongues battling, while our hands roamed all over each other's back and down onto our butts. During the kissing each of us moved a hand to the other's cock. Our lower bodies moved apart to accommodate the searching fingers but our faces stayed glued together. Fuck I loved kissing a boy. We finally broke the kiss mostly because we both needed air. I don't know why but I lowered my head and began kissing and nuzzling at I neck causing him to squeal and squirm. "Fuck that tickles and I want you to stop and I don't; it's weird." We stood there looking in each other's eyes as we jacked the others' cock. Waves of pleasure shot through my body and judging from the expressions that crossed Jordon's smooth face he was feeling much the same as I was. "Oh fuck I'm gonna Calais," he said suddenly. We both watched and a moment later a stream of sperm shot out and landed on my lower belly. I kept on stroking him but everything else just dribbled out the end of his dick and fell on the shower room floor. Jordon had continued to jack me off even as he came. "Squeeze tighter and stay on the head," I told him. I continued to slowly stroke is cock and play with his balls which really amazed me because I swear they hung lower than mine did. I finally felt the stirrings in my balls and in my dick and a second later told him to stay off the head. He had barely gotten my foreskin back when I came. I had already squirted 2 or 3 times that day so there wasn't much volume or distance, the white globs popping out of my cock head and landing on the floor to mix with the water and possibly Jordon's sperm. Things finally slowed down and we caught our breath. We kissed a few times but it didn't have the passion that our before sperming kisses did but I guess that was reasonable. We did another quick soap and rinse then got out and went back outside to lie in the sun and dry off. After a few minutes he asked, "Have you played with the dogs before Calais?" I shook my head and said that I hadn't but that I'd wanted to. "I have but only once," he said. "It was really great and I can't explain why, just that it was." When I asked him what he did he said that he'd sucked the dog's cock and let the dog fuck him. We talked some more about it and it made me want to try it even more. When I asked if he'd ever been fucked by a boy Jordon shook his head then sort of blushed a little bit. "I want to though and I was hoping that you'd be the first boy to do it." I was very surprised but was smart enough not to ask him why me. "Maybe I can help you out with that tonight," I told him and he blushed again and said he hoped so. We got dressed and went into the house. There wasn't much else to do at the moment so I led Jordon down to the game room and we played pool a little bit. He wasn't very good so I taught him some things which was fun because I got to lean over him from behind to help get his arms positioned correctly. After the fourth time he looked over his shoulder at me. "You like doing that don't you. I rubbed my hips back and forth across his narrow little butt. "Yeah I do." He let go of the pool cue and turned around to face me. I had hardly moved at all so our bodies were practically pressed against each other. Jordon put his arms around my neck and put his mouth against mine and we kissed for about 15 seconds. "Then why don't you take me up to your bed and fuck me Calais, right now." His was somewhat deeper than his usual voice. I could feel his boner pressed against me and felt my own dick start to harden rapidly. "Okay," I said panting. I took his hand and ran; down the hall up the stairs 2 at a time and stopped at the top. Jordon was panting but not heavily. He stood and looked at me with a big shit eating grin on his smooth face. I didn't even bother to glance and see if Jamison or one of the cleaning girls was within sight but planted my face against his, pressing my mouth open and thus Jordon's. I held tightly to him and him to me but our hands weren't still. He finally broke the kiss and looked quickly around. "What if someone sees us Calais?" I told him it wouldn't matter in the least. If Jamison came by and saw us he'd treat us like statues, nothing more. My grandfather always said, "They're the servants you're the master. You can do whatever pleases you and they will pretend they didn't see a thing nor will it affect how they act around you but you have to remember they'll likely gossip. "I can't believe you," Jordon said with a grin. "You're an adult but with a boys' body." He kissed me again then said in conspiratorial whisper, "and I want that body naked." Jordon started leading me and a moment later we passed through the doors into my bedroom, closing the door behind us. He kicked off his shoes and I mine and when I started to unsnap my pants Jordon stopped me. The boy took my hand and led me through the arched doorway into the bedroom proper and maneuvered me onto my bed where he had me lay down and he sat at the edge. He rubbed a hand up and down on my chest then slipped the hand underneath and did the same thing on my bare flesh. I could easily feel the warmth of him as Jordon ran his hand up across my taut belly to my chest. He rubbed across one nipple and then the other before moving the hand back downward. He pushed the shirt as far up as it would go with my weight still on it then leaned down and kissed my belly, then tongued my outtie belly button. My cock was inflating rapidly and as much as I wanted to touch it, to squeeze it, I knew that Jordon wouldn't allow me to. He finally tugged on the hem of the shirt and I lifted up enough to get the garment up but he stopped once it passed my head and left it there with my arms trapped. Jordon began kissing all over my torso and alternating the kisses with little nips with his lips. He stopped at one of my nipples and licked all around the little nubbin of flesh and then the nubbin itself before placing his mouth over it and sucking like a baby. The feelings were incredible. I gasped and arched my back slightly then relaxed into the feelings. I left hand went back down my belly and onto my jeans, found my stone hard cock and squeezed it firmly before moving farther down my thigh then back up again, stopped at the apex of my legs and began rubbing. The jeans pretty much prevented him from really feeling on my balls but it still felt good. Back up on my chest Jordon rubbed the other nipple then took his mouth away from the one he'd been sucking and kissed and licked his way up and over until his lips were nuzzling in my armpit and gently tugging at the hair. He licked a little and I squirmed and moaned. Jordon moved his mouth over and kissed my neck then sucked on my ear which about drove me wild. His hand started to work on my jeans then he stopped kissing me and sat up in order to use both hands to get my pants unsnapped unzipped, down and off completely. "You're so hard," he said in a quiet voice then rubbed up my inner thigh until he reached my balls then cupped them. The warmth of his hand radiated through the underwear and into my sac causing me to sigh. He rubbed up onto my cock and squeezed up and down the length of it. I could easily see the wet spot from leaking precum. Using hand motions he got me to roll onto my belly, my arms still strapped in the t-shirt. I knew that when Jordon wanted them free he would let me know. Jordon rubbed on my butt and gently kneaded the fleshy orbs before pulling the back of my underwear down to expose the cheeks. I felt him kiss all over the cheeks and then lick up and down the crack. He peeled a cheek open and I felt a finger run back and forth over my wrinkled little hole for a moment then his hands tugging at the sides of my briefs, reaching around to unhook them from my raging cock. Once then were off he pushed behind the knee of my far leg so I bent it and pulled up, exposing my balls and probably my hole to him. I felt him move on the bed and then his tongue swipe at the sensitive underside of my balls causing me to me to squirm. Goddamn that tickled. As he moved his tongue upward Jordon peeled my cheeks open and a second later he was licking my hole. I heard myself groan loudly at the intrusion and tried to push my ass backward to open myself up to the boy. Then I felt I fingers work their way under my balls and begin to fondle them as he licked my butt hole. I wondered for a moment if I should shave down there. Jordon finally pulled away and told me to roll over. Again, his voice was considerably deeper than usual. I did as he asked and when I started to pull the shirt off he said "not yet." I watched him undress but he did it slowly. Standing alongside the bed in only his underwear he rubbed, tugged, and pushed at his crotch before slowly taking them off and standing before me naked at the day he was born, his ramrod hard cock jutting out from his body. God he was beautiful. He climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest and, holding his cock down, aimed it for my mouth. Jordon hunched over my head and when I took the end of his cock into my mouth he gently fucked my face, his hanging balls almost grazing my chest. I wanted to hold his slender little ass, I wanted to fondle his smooth tender balls, I wanted to do a lot of things. Jordon didn't stay there very long until he pulled away then slid down my body and rested his against me. Our rock hard cocks were side by side and Jordon gently moved his hips so that they rubbed together. He braced himself so that his full weight wasn't on me, put his hands alongside my face and began kissing me, slowly and deeply and when he stopped he tugged my t-shirt the rest of the way off. My arms went immediately around him, hugging him tight to me as I planted my lips against his. We kissed with a fury, mouths open and tongues battling while my hands ran up and down his back, onto his wonderful butt then back up again. With our faces still plastered together I rolled the young boy onto our sides and wrapped one leg over his. I broke the kiss and went straight for Jordon's neck causing him to moan and wiggle much as I had. My left hand ran up and down his back as I nuzzled his neck, reached between his legs and got hold of his balls. I couldn't believe how low his sac hung. I slid down the bed a little and began sucking on one of Jordon's little nipples and not surprisingly he responded in the same manner that I had. Since I had him on his back my hand found his raging boner and started stroking him, earning yet another moan. I really wanted his cock in my mouth and not my hand so slid down further until I came face to face with it. I held his dick up for inspection, admiring the firmness of his shaft, the detail of the rim of his swollen cock head. I thought a cock was an amazing organ, I certainly loved mine, and after a moment I put my mouth over the end of it and suckled him. My hand moved down to cup his soft smooth balls as my head bobbed in his lap. I stopped sucking after a minute and moved my face further down and raised his balls up so that I could nuzzle them with my lips. I wondered what it was like to lick his boy hole, wondered if it felt as good doing it as having it done. I shoved his outer leg farther out and moved over the other one to lie between I legs. I kissed and licked his smooth balls then raised them up and licked underneath them. I couldn't help but see the little seam of flesh that ran down the center of his sac, to his crotch and disappeared inside the beginning of his butt crack. I licked down along it and Jordon seemed to know what I wanted, or maybe what he wanted, and pulled his legs back which opened him up so that I could see the puckered muscle of his hole. "How is my dick gonna fit in there," I wondered to myself even while knowing that it would. I licked along the seam of flesh until I got to Jordon's hole and without hesitation began licking it. I reveled in the feelings immediately, savored the texture of the wrinkled muscle and the very hole itself. Jordon moaned loudly, reached down under his legs and pulled his butt cheeks open even further. After a moment Jordon said, "Do you have any lube Calais?" When I said I did he asked me to use some and put a finger up his butt. I got the lube and lay back down alongside of Jordon, slipped the middle finger of one hand up his tight little butt and went back to sucking him off. His asshole was tight on my finger and of course when it was inside of him I had to wiggle it around a little and while it felt like a hole inside there I knew that it wasn't really. Jordon finally told me to try another finger and with a little work I wormed one inside. I felt it stretching his muscle out and I pretty much knew that it was necessary in order for the boy to accept my much thicker cock a little easier. I wasn't under any illusion that it wasn't going to hurt. To that end, when he told me that he thought he was ready, I took my mouth from his cock but not my fingers from his butt. I kept them inside of while I maneuvered to get between his legs. I knee walked up close and Jordon pulled his legs back and held them there. I looked down on his sweet face, so smooth and so fucking cute and my little heart did a thump. In a few seconds I was going to be inside of him knowing that he wanted it as much as I did. I moved until my cock was resting against the back of my hand. Jordon moaned as my fingers hit that little bump inside his ass, what I learned later was his prostate. "Rub that spot a little more Calais," he said in a husky voice. When I did he moaned even more. "Fuck that feels so good. I could I right now so you better just get that cock inside of me." I slipped my fingers out and my cock head in and Jordon yelped. Needless to say I didn't move. "Goddamn Calais," the boy said in obvious pain. I didn't move but I did stare at where my cock was entering his body. It looked hot as hell and felt just as good. Sure I'd fucked Terrain that morning but somehow that had been different and I can't explain that. Jordon's eyes were closed and I could tell that he was pushing down as if taking a crap. Eventually his facial muscles relaxed and shortly after that he told me to put it all the way in but to go slow, which I would have done in any case. I held Jordon's legs back so he didn't have to and gently inserted my cock in his ass until my pubes were pressed against his butt. I was in heaven. Jordon opened his eyes and gave me a half assed silly grin. As he reached down to feel the connection he said, "It's all the way in isn't it?" I nodded my head and he said "Wow. My asshole feels stretched out a mile." I grinned back at him. "Kinda looks like it too. Does it feel okay?" "Yeah and it's gonna feel a lot better once you get to fucking me." I took that as an invitation to start moving and slowly pulled out of him a little bit before moving back inside. I reveled in the tightness of his muscle around my cock and how the tension moved up and down the shaft as I moved. It only took a minute before I had a steady little rhythm going. I really liked fucking. I loved the closeness to another boy, the feelings that were racing through my cock and out to the rest of my body. Jordon must have started feeling better too because his face took on different degrees of tightness and being relaxed and I realized that what he was feeling was probably rising and falling in some fashion. Every once in a while his face would get all screwed up as if he were in pain but I somehow knew that it was just the feelings inside of him spiking and going back down. I felt my body change in some manner and started to pull out a little further and go back in a little faster. I didn't take long before my balls were sort of whacking into his butt when I pushed back inside of him. One of I hands moved between his legs, felt on his balls a moment then moved a little further down to feel my cock as it moved back and forth. When he moved his hand back I stopped for a moment, moved in a little closer then leaned forward and put my hands on the bed about even with his waist. My body seemed to hold his legs out of the way just fine and I went back to fucking him. It didn't take a long time before I felt my balls and my belly start to tingle. I was caught up in a fog of hotness, I started slamming back into Jordon's body causing the boy to grunt each time I did it. Jordon's hands went between my arms and his body to clutch on my butt. "Oh God , Oh god," he moaned. Using his feet for leverage he started pushing his butt upwards to meet my thrusts. The slapping noise of our bodies colliding was the loudest sound in the room followed by grunts and groans. "I'm gonna cum Calais," he blurted out and quickly pulled one hand from my butt, thrust it between his legs and began jacking off. His eyes rolled to the back of his head then closed and his face got all screwed up like he was in pain. I swear to god that Jordon growled and I felt his asshole clamp down on my cock and I knew he was cumming. The feeling pulled me right along with him and a second later I growled right along with him as my cock started injecting my sperm into his ass. The feelings were incredible. Each time Jordon squirted some sperm out his hole clenched on me which seemed to make me feel even better. I continued to fuck Jordon but slowed down considerably and finally stopped. Neither of us said a word, we just stayed there panting. Jordon finally opened his eyes and gave me a lopsided grin. "That was awesome Calais; it was everything that I'd ever dreamed it might be; everything I wanted." He reached up and put his hands on my shoulders. He didn't really tug but I lowered my body anyway. Jordon raised his some and our lips met somewhere in between. The kiss was soft and gentle but meaningful none the less. "I don't suppose you would consider a boyfriend would you?" I smiled back at him. "I just might," I replied softly. And I meant it.