Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2021 17:59:31 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: A More Perfect Union 11 *New readers* If you are just starting this series, it isn't a requirement to read it in order. Each chapter stands on its own as an independent encounter by the main character. To everyone who has reached out, thank you! If you are still enjoying this series, please consider writing a note of any length to let me know that you're out there, even if you've written before. It's been fun to write these stories about Brian, but I want to make sure that people are still interested in reading them. If you'd like to correspond, please email me at texcolorado@protonmail.com. Disclaimer: This series contains descriptions of sexual relationships between adults and minors. If this is not allowed where you live, please don't read. Donate: please consider donating to our favorite website: donate.nifty.org If you like this series, please check out my other two stories: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/what-i-love-about-tristan https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-other-side-of-the-wall/ Thanks everyone, please enjoy this rather long chapter about Brian and his amazing morning with Kim in Maui. Best, Tex A More Perfect Union 11 Hawaii (m/b(12) mast, oral, anal) by Tex Colorado This ultimate act, the "going-all-the-way" act, was new enough to us that it was a definite time commitment to make it happen. Finding that time; time for me to ready him, tend to his needs, slowly loosen him, and, finally, time to consummate the act, was no easy matter between a grown man and a boy. Thankfully, Jake had played his dad like a fiddle, and I ended up babysitting for the whole night the day before I headed off on a vacation. Not that I minded preparing the boy. Quite the contrary, using my lips, tongue and fingers to ready him for my cock was a significant part of the delightful act as far as I was concerned. Within a year he would grow bored with the preliminaries, experienced enough to move on to the main course with a minimum of preparation, sometimes even bored with the act, playing on his phone as I pounded away, slipping easily in and out of his practiced hole. I miss those earlier times, and think back fondly to this particular night; we starting in the sauna, a frequent rendezvous spot for us to relive our first time together. Then we moved to his bedroom, running through the giant, empty house naked, laughing the whole way until Jake fell back onto his young-boy bed and lay there, letting me have my way with him, writhing, laughing and finally groaning under my efforts. After an hour of foreplay between the two locations, I finally entered my boy's squeezing tunnel and we shared an amazing fuck, screaming to our hearts content in the echoing mansion until we had both cum, me inside Jake's rectum, his dry, the announcement of its arrival the involuntary flexing of his cockhead as it tried so hard to expel his seed, but that was for a later time. Jake had been insistent that we get together before I left town. The difficulty that I mentioned in finding time together meant that we rarely saw as much of each other as we would have liked. So a week, or even three, wasn't an unusual amount of time for us to not have a sexual encounter. That's why his desire to send me off sated because we would spend a week apart wasn't as much about the time apart, one week was nothing for us to not see each other, but more a reminder that there was someone back home waiting for me, should a cute boy happen to cross my path in Hawaii. All of this went unsaid. I loved him with every bit of my heart, truly worshipped the ground that his little feet walked on, and didn't feel a strong pull away from him at all. We had already shared our bed at that point, Jake delighting in presenting me with his cute friends to enjoy (he possessed a particular talent for knowing which would be most into that kind of thing), so we weren't exclusive, and I could completely separate a little sex from love. So I knew that he was ok with me seeing other boys, although something stopped me short of asking permission for when I was away. Willful ignorance? Maybe. But the truth was, the first boy that shared my be but was unknown to Jake was during that fabulous week in Maui. Traveling to Hawaii isn't a big deal from LA. We're the last hop for most people on their long journey across the country, so it was an easy flight to get to that little paradise. The biggest deterrent was whether it was worth leaving LA for another beachy locale. But for me, Hawaii was a different ball game, and I loved to visit when I could, happy to join in when some friends of mine decided to make the trip. Once we arrived at our resort in the afternoon, I decided to head to the pool to enjoy the ideal weather. There were actually several pools, the closest to my room featuring a waterslide that emptied into a shallow basin. This provided two bonuses for a guy like me; first, there were a ton of kids, and second, the end of the slide was doing its best to steal the bathing suits from those children. As kid after kid popped up from the slide pulling their suits back up, both boys and girls, I was given an eyeful of exposed skin as their bald, wet pubis's shined in the bright light, my dark sunglasses protecting me as I stole the modesty of the children while everyone else paid no attention at all. Even without all of the extra skin, the pool was full of cute kids, giving me an endless supply for my fantasies. By the time we met for dinner, I was a horny mess, looking past my friends at the little boys all around, dressed up in their floral print shirts and khaki shorts, my mind constantly picturing unbuttoning those clothes, sliding their silky shirts off of their thin shoulders, revealing their tanned skin before finding the gleaming, untanned skin hidden by their lower garments. We had drinks, but my overactive libido and the time change had me hitting the bed early, and alone. Usually I'm an early riser, which was exacerbated by the jet lag. By four am I was wide awake and decided to go outside and enjoy the beautiful weather and the grounds of the resort. There was an open air area that was the closest approximation of a lobby. There were a surprising number of people out, mainly businessmen and women making phone calls to their colleagues back home who were anywhere from four to six hours ahead. Finding a comfortable seat to relax and read a little, I witnessed another phenomenon that I'd seen here before. With the time difference, kids from farther east would be up and bouncing off of the walls. Some overtired and too trusting parents would encourage the kids to leave the room and go explore. I'd seen this happen before, and I was quickly aware of at least three children around the area that seemed to me to be completely unsupervised. One boy and girl seemed to be siblings, playing together, but my eye was quickly captured by an Asian kid who was lazily swinging on a porch-type swing that was one of many around the building. He was very cute; jet black hair, somewhat feminine, almost pretty, features and a hot little body. This was visible around his loose fitting tank top and short shorts. As he started to move around, climbing over this and that, his young muscles really showed. Not bulky, of course, the boy couldn't have been older than twelve, but long and firm. He started to use the swing as a jungle gym in his boredom, climbing all over the supports and hanging from a beam above. Watching this kid distracted me enough that I hadn't noticed that the brother and sister had moved right next to where I was sitting and the girl, who was slightly older, addressed me, "Hey, sir?" she said to get my attention, "Do you know where you can get food? My mom said to charge it to the room." "You may be out of luck," I told her, "I don't think anything opens until six, except for the store across the street, but it won't let you charge to the room." She looked at her brother and said, "That's like an hour and a half. What do you want to do?" "Let's just go back to the room, we can sit on the balcony," he answered. They started to turn and the girl said, "Thanks mister, sorry to bother you." "Anytime!" I said cheerily, thinking how wrong she was, "you're no bother at all." I watched over them as they walked away and around the bend, they were both easy on the eyes so it was an enjoyable show. Just as I was looking down at my phone, another high-pitched voice said, "Where did you say is open?" Turning toward the sound, I saw the original boy looking at me, having closed the distance between the swing and me. "Hi," I started, trying hard to subtly check him out now that he was closer, "oh, um, yeah, it's across the road, and they don't let you charge it to the room." My experience with kids in hotels was that they quickly learned the concept of the seemingly endless free money when they said, "Put it on my bill." He fished into his pocket and pulled out a credit card, showing it to me, "Where is it?" he asked. "It's right across the road," I said, gesturing in the direction of the unseen road that ran behind the series of resorts that lined the beach. The place that I was thinking of served some quick hot items like breakfast sandwiches and ok coffee, but it also wasn't a place for a young kid at this hour. I was making just that point when he said, "Will you walk over there with me?" While I was out here this early mostly to perv on kids, I wasn't really thinking of getting together with one for a few reasons, one of which was the little boyfriend that waited for me back on the mainland. Still, I wouldn't mind spending a little while in this cute boy's company. "Will you parents be ok with a stranger walking you over?" I asked. "I think that they'd be grateful," he answered, "better that than me getting kidnapped." Taking a risk, I said, "How do you know that I'm not some child molester?" He thought for a second, then said, "Well, you seem like a nice one, so I don't think that you'd kill me afterwards." I was shocked by this answer, and even more so by the knowing smile that started to touch the corner of his lips. Did he mean after I molested him? Like that part wasn't a big deal as long as I didn't kill him? Returning his little smile, I told him, "Well, in that case, I could use a little breakfast myself." The boy broke into a wide grin, revealing a set of braces along his top teeth. This was a mixed bag for me, on one level, they gave the impression of a meat grinder, and that makes me less excited about inserting my own meat. On the other hand, nothing says, "forbidden fruit," like a set of braces, and the thought of my semen coating his oral hardware was a huge turn-on. I stood up for the first time, and he came up just below my neck, so somewhere around five twoish. I extended my hand, "Brian," I announced. He shook it vigorously and replied, "Kim." "Nice to meet you, Kim," I said, "shall we?" I asked, gesturing toward the driveway out of the resort grounds. We chatted on the way over, and I found out he was from Houston, had a kid sister and had been to Hawaii twice before because it was his mom's favorite. They were comfortable at the resort, so gave him the run of the place, hence how he ended up with a strange man walking him to the store in the four o'clock hour. We crossed the road carefully and headed into the establishment, the bright light hitting us hard after coming from the darkness outside. There was a pretty good crowd, being the only place around that was open, and an interesting mix of jet-lagged tourists and locals. The locals that were there came across as a little rough, maybe it was the hour, but the fact remained that I would have never let Kim walk over there alone. It was basically a convenience store and you ordered your food at a small counter in the back, then waited for them to make it. There was a pretty big group waiting, so after we ordered we knew that we had a while to wait. While we were standing there, Kim tugged on my sleeve to get my attention. I was turning slightly, but stopped when he put his hand up to my ear while raising up on his toes and said, "I really have to go poop." I looked around and saw a sign pointing to the bathroom. "It's right over there," I said, showing him the way. There were two pretty big guys hovering just outside of the bathroom area, and I'm pretty sure that the young boy was looking at them when he said, "No way, you have to take me." Looking over there, I figured I might as well, maybe I'd be lucky enough to get a little thrill from a glimpse of boycock. "Fine," I said, trying to sound more put out than I was, and we headed over to the bathroom. When we opened the men's room door, it turned out to be a one person bathroom. "Oh," I said and started to turn around. "No, just stay, it's ok," he said, "I don't want to be left alone." The boy who was brave enough to talk a stranger into taking him to get food was too nervous to have me guard the door from outside? Something seemed off, but if he wants me in the same room when he drops drawers, that works for me. "Ok," I said, "if it's that important to you." "Oh, man, thanks!" he said joyfully, then reached around me to lock the door. If I had the choice, I really enjoy a slow reveal of a young boy's body. Unbuttoning a shirt is a real treat, slowly revealing that silky smooth skin of their chest until it is low enough for their belly to come into view. Slim or chubby, defined abs or baby fat, I savored them all as I slide the shirt off of their thin shoulders. Then, of course, the lower half. Sliding down athletic shorts, unzipping blue jeans, unclamping dress pants, all of them a joy to handle, ultimately leading to the electric discovery of what kind of underwear they had chosen. These said so much, white briefs on the young boys who wore what their mommies laid out for them, colors on a little older kids, maybe boxer briefs or just plain boxers. Then there were the ones who, for whatever reason, considered that they may be showing them to someone, and that they may want the someone to be excited by them. This was where you saw your loud prints, bikini briefs, or, rarely, nothing at all. And then the final reveal. As the last piece of modesty was lowered, getting closer and closer to the goal. First you learn the stage of maturity; are they totally smooth and bald "down there"? Will there be a few delightful little "whispies"? Or will he be on the way to manhood, where a bush of various sizes comes into view? All of this build-up, every stage increasing my excitement, and he's not even naked yet. By the time that cock comes into view, I'm so hard that I have to worry about cumming too quickly. That would be my choice, but it wasn't to be. Kim turned around in front of the toilet, dropped his shorts and underwear in one motion, his maturing young dick right out there for me to view as he paused for a moment, then plunked down on the seat and proceeded to take care of business. While watching someone take a shit wasn't exactly the sexiest thing in the world, the associated nudity was at least somewhat alluring. It was also weird. This seemed like the type of thing that Jake would do as a conspiring way to get us alone and one of us naked. Is it possible that this kid is doing the same thing, but with a perfect stranger? Kim talked to me the whole time, occasionally pausing to grunt as he pushed. If my attention moved away from him slightly, he was quick to try to re-engage me, almost assuring that I was standing there staring at him. When he finished, he cleaned up but stood for the last wipe, an unusual technique that raised my suspicions further. Watching his dangling sack as he took his time, then not bothering to pull his shorts up as he turned to flush, giving me a full view of his tight backside. Giving up any pretense of not staring, my eyes were glued to his exposed body. When he finally started to pull up his clothes, he said, "Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer?" causing me to flinch and divert my eyes for a second. Then, realizing that he was most likely kidding, I shot back with, "Oh, good, let me get my camera!" and started to reach for my phone. "You wish," Kim responded, turning and shaking his butt at me, "maybe next time!" he said with a laugh. And just like that, we returned to normal as if nothing had happened. After getting our food, we walked back to the resort. When we got there, Kim said, "Let's go eat on the beach." It was still very early, well before sunrise, so there wasn't exactly a drumbeat of foot traffic to the sand, so it sounded nice to me. "Are you sure that your parents won't mind?" "Half the reason why they like it here is so that they don't have to worry about us. If I didn't show up until dinner, they'd be fine as long as I answer my phone," he explained. That decided, we headed down to the beach. It went unspoken, but both of us seemed to be angling for a secluded spot. It was just below subconscious for me, I was vaguely aware of my actions, and knew that it was in response to a small feeling that maybe this boy wasn't so innocent. Walking a good way down, we found a small half-wall of rocks to sit on that was protected by trees, but still had a view of the water. Once we sat down, someone would have needed to walk right in front of us and turn our way for us to be seen. We ate and chatted, then grew silent when we were done. Neither of us made a move to leave, but talking seemed to threaten whatever was happening, so we just enjoyed the sound of the crashing waves and sight of the moonlight across the black ocean. Kim kept looking my way and smiling, eventually moving closer until our hips were touching. Even though I knew what Jake and I did, it still seemed unfathomable that there might be other boys around seeking those things out. That's why I let this go really far without responding, as he pressed more of himself to my side, eventually putting his arms around my middle and saying, "I'm a little cold." Hesitant, I finally moved my arm and put it around the slim boy. He smiled at me, his expression seemed to indicate a victory of some sort. Having won me over, he took his far hand and put it on my thigh and ran it down to my knee using lots of pressure to caress my leg. Then he brought his other hand into use, circled my upper thigh and did the same long caress down to my knee. "That feels nice," I told him, earning another full smile, braces showing and everything. "I like you," he said in response, "I like being with you." Knowing that we may be at the end of any pretense that something untoward wasn't happening here, I felt compelled to say, "There's a boy," I started, searching for the right words, "I have a boy...I mean, I have a boyfriend I guess." I sounds like an idiot to my own ears. "Is he in your room?" he asked me. "No, he's in LA," I explained. Kim smiled again, leaned close to me and whispered, "Then you don't have a boyfriend," and shocked me by pressing his lips to mine. I groaned as I felt the first young boy's mouth touch me that wasn't Jakes. I truly couldn't believe what was happening, it was only 5:00 in the morning, and I had met, gotten to know, seen naked and now kissed a twelve-year-old boy. It was here where I had the fateful thought that would ruin my relationship two years later: What Jake doesn't know, won't hurt him. Kim had pulled back from me, and we looked at each other, each waiting for the next move. In the end it was my job to move us forward, and I slid my hand behind the boy's head and held him gently as I returned my lips to his. It was tender at first, both of us testing the other, then more intense as we went on. I was stroking his small back as I held him. Kim's hands were in front of him, and I was surprised to feel them creeping up my leg, stroking around the crease when he reached the center, my scrotum receiving a practiced grazing. Then he took his fingers and found my cock under the material of my shorts and stroked it's hard length through my clothing. He moaned at the discovery and I groaned at the feeling, our kiss breaking as our breathing got heavy. Kim was all naughty smiles, a look of accomplishment on his face at having gotten us to this point so quickly, and as he continued masturbating me, he slid down off of the wall and knelt in the sand between my knees. Without a word he went to work on the fly of my shorts, unclasping them and lowering the zipper quickly. Grabbing the sides, he worked my shorts and underwear side to side and had me exposed in a matter of seconds. Pushing my clothes far enough down to be out of his was, he grabbed my exposed erection and started to stroke me as he got himself positioned to his liking. "You've got a nice one," he said enthusiastically, "it's big," he added. Since this certainly wasn't his first go around, I had a feeling that may have been his standard, post-reveal statement. "Thanks," I said, taking the compliment anyway, and slid down ever-so-slightly to get my wet tip closer to Kim's cute face. "Ooh, you're ready!" he kidded me in response to my move, then brought his head closer and stuck out his pink tongue, taking a lick across my glans that made me shiver and groan. "Oh, baby that's nice," I moaned, and looked up from the boy's head for and took in the view of the moonlit ocean crashing on the beach while I felt this precocious youngster slowly take my cock into his warm, steamy little mouth and begin to expertly work my dick. With this beauty in front of me doing such an amazing job, I realized that I had forgotten what an experienced mouth felt like. While Jake's oral work was a ball draining pleasure, he was completely taught by me, as were his buddies, so none of them brought anything unique to the table. Kim apparently brought some kind of extensive background in cocksucking to the beach with him that morning, and just as the first sign of the sky brightening began to turn the black water blue, I found myself closer and closer to cumming under his care. As my body began to signal the inevitable climax coming soon, Kim slid his lips off of me. The boy was jerking me while he looked up with the cute, surprisingly innocent, smile still on his face. He was occasionally taking swipes at me with his talented tongue when he asked, "You know what the Central American boys that live by me say to their men?" "What's that?" I asked, not sure of where we were going with this. Kim flipped his tongue back and forth over my piss slit, then paused to tell me, "They say, `Give me your milk'," with a gleam in his eye, then slid my cock back inside his mouth as I groaned loudly. He slid off again and clarified, "I guess that's usually while they're getting it up the butt," he stated plainly, "otherwise their mouth is too full to talk." "Shit," I said involuntary as he once again devoured me, the tip of my cock just slipping into the tight entrance of the boy's throat. He popped me out one more time and asked, "Will you give me your milk, Brian?" while his hand made a squelching sound as it manipulated my spit-soaked penis, "I want to drink your milk." "Oh, fuck kid, oh my god!" I babbled at his hot as hell talk, and couldn't stifle my groans as he worked hard to finish me, the feeling of inevitability growing closer as I watched the little Asian kid, his jet black hair and beautiful smooth skin appearing clearer as the sun began to consider rising. And the feeling, oh my god, the feeling of that boy's mouth, his tongue everywhere at once as he took turn after turn along the length of my penis. He was pushing all kinds of depraved buttons, and he knew it. Every few seconds he'd stop to say something insanely dirty. "Please, give it to me," he said during a pause, "I want your cum, will you give me you cum, Brian? Let me have your milk, I want it so bad," then he'd dive back down, lick my nuts, lap at my cock, then take me back inside, literally swallowing me as the young boy took at least three-quarters of me in the cauldron of his mouth. And each phrase, each time that he implored me to let him please me, my cock would lurch and drool more precum that he would eagerly drink, running his tongue through my slit and lapping it up, or letting it pour into his mouth to mix with his copious saliva. When he would suck me, he would make wonderful sounds, slurping, wet squishes, and lots of vocalizations, "Umm, mmm, mmfh, umm," that I could feel vibrate through my cock. Watching the boy work on me as if my orgasm was the sole pleasure in his life brought me right to the cliff. One last look up at the lightening sky over the vivid blue of the ocean, the colors, while still dark, exploding in front of my eyes, my orgasm hit me. "Fuck, yeah, drink my milk!" I blurted, surprising myself by picking up his ridiculous banter, "oh my god, yes!" I practically screamed as the first sensation shot from my sack and burst along the length of my penis, the agonizing pleasure seizing my body as my semen forcefully hit the back of the boy's throat. He backed off to keep me just inside his lips as my cock flexed hard with each spasm, shot after shot filling the amazing boy's mouth until it was finally done, the last of me spent inside of his wet mouth. Not a drop of my seed had escaped until the very end when one drool of cum snuck out of the corner of his mouth and dropped unceremoniously onto his tank top. My breathing deep, I watched Kim as he slowly slid off of me, his lips pursing as the wilting head of my dick plopped free. His swallow was barely perceptible, but he happily showed me his empty mouth, the dirty knowledge that my jizz was on its way to the young child's belly a huge turn-on. Kim helped me begin to bring my shorts up my legs until I could reach them and took over, standing as I pulled them up and covered my wet cock. Standing in front of me, the boy seemed even smaller when I considered the absolutely professional job that he had done blowing me. "Look what you did," he said matter of factly while glancing down. I noticed the drying cum stain on his shirt. "Sorry, I guess that you're gonna have to change," I said. "Not that, dummy," he said with a laugh, "my mom'll just think that it's toothpaste," then he thrust his hips forward and said, "I mean this." Looking farther down, I realized that his cock was tenting out his shorts, the youngster turned on by performing oral sex on me. What an amazing boy. "Yeah," I started, "sorry, I don't like to be so selfish with my boys, I'd love to return the favor," I said, trying to apologize. "Well, it's too late, it's light out now," he said with an eye roll, then seemed to get an idea. "Let's meet for lunch," he said, "meet me outside the cantina at 11." The cantina was one of a series of generic restaurants at the resort. I was surprised, because, as the name suggests, it's just a Mexican themed bar/restaurant. There's nothing about it that says "Hawaii". "Um, sure, why not," I answered. "And then you pay me back," he told me, not negotiating. "Well, you know that I'd like that!" I answered as we gathered ourselves and started to walk along the beach back to the resort. On the way we chatted some more, Kim telling me quietly that this kind of thing went on all of the time. "At least where I live," he qualified, "but why would it be any different there than anyplace else? I think that boys do this all over the place," then added, "and I've never had a hard time finding someone when we're on vacation." "Oh, are they usually as easy as I was to snare," I joked. "Much easier!" he laughed, "I almost quit trying with you. I mean, take a hint, I'm pulling my pants down right in front of your face!" "I guess that I couldn't believe someone so sexy would be available to me," I told him with a smile, "and I can't wait to see you for lunch." "Ok, you're forgiven. I'll see you there," he said, "hopefully I can keep from jerking off before then!" He laughed as he said it, then we said our goodbyes and parted ways, me shaking my head in disbelief at what had happened. ***** I had some time to kill, so lounged around a little, then went back by the pool with the disrobing waterslide. My encounter with Kim had my mind on fire, wondering which of these boys would be perfectly content using a man's cock as a pacifier as I watched child after child barely maintaining their dignity as the rushing water pulled at their suits and left them shockingly close to naked. Time crawled as I wondered if Kim was serious about meeting. I had expected to see him around the pool, but he was nowhere in sight. When the clock rolled to 10:45 I couldn't wait anymore and decided to head to the cantina and see if my little friend was around. The place opened at 11, a fact that I suspected Kim knew, and the boy wasn't around yet. An employee unlocked the door and looked at me to see if I was coming in. "I'm waiting for someone," I explained, which was going to make walking into a restaurant with a child that was obviously not mine even more suspicious, since we weren't arriving together. Luckily, he came around the corner only a minute late. He was wearing the same shirt, my protein stain clearly visible on the blue tank, but he had changed into some baggy but short board shorts and was carrying a folded piece of paper. He had a 10,000 watt smile as he approached, "You came!" he announced happily, "I thought that you'd chicken out." Avoiding the obvious joke about coming, I simply said, "Do you think that I would ever consider missing a meeting with someone as amazing and beautiful as you?" Kim almost seemed to blush at the compliment, "Let's go in," I said. When we opened the door, it struck me how dark and loud it was, even though no one was there. They had the music blasting, not making it my first choice of places to eat in Maui. "Have a seat anywhere that you'd like," shouted the bartender. "Back here," Kim said and headed into a somewhat separated seating area in the back and slid into a booth. I sat down on the opposite side and we took a look at the menus. After ordering, Kim put the folded paper on the table. It turned out to be a map, and he opened it up saying, "Sit over here and we can plan the trip," before the waiter was out of earshot. Doing as I was told and sitting on the same side as the boy, my body blocking him in, he started to talk loudly about places on the map that he wanted to visit. It was possible to see where most everyone in the restaurant was, and it was obvious that no one could see us. Kim took the opportunity to whisper, "I want you to touch me," then gave his patented smile. I was instantaneously erect. Unbelievably, despite what he had done for me that morning, I had yet to lay a finger on the boy's sweet cock. "Oh, yeah," I practically purred when I looked down and saw him holding open the loose leg of his swim shorts. "Real surfers don't wear anything under their board shorts," he said with a wink as I touched his leg just below the opening. He was so silky smooth, truly not a hair to blemish the boy as I stroked his thigh momentarily before checking our surroundings and deciding that the coast was clear. I was turned sideways, my far hand easier to use to slide up under his shorts. Even though I have had the pleasure of touching several boys in LA, the first time is always a tremble-inducing delight. Reaching only an inch into the short, loose leg of his swim trunks, I was greeted with the soft feeling of his hanging scrotum. I let his balls rest in my hand while he sighed at the touch. Weighing them, I was impressed with his size, being older and therefore bigger than my Jake. The thought gave me pause, thinking about the boy waiting for me at home, but Kim sensed it immediately, "He's not here, I am," he said, "if I was him, I'd already be in bed with someone else while you were away," a thought that had never crossed my mind, "and I need you to touch me," he finished. Overcoming my brief distraction, I finished my reach, sliding my fingers up the unseen little shaft. He was about three inches plus a little, and as thick as my thumb (which isn't all that thick), and my god was he hard. As soon as I started to stroke along his little pole he was panting. Unfortunately, the waiter loudly rounded the corner, and we separated, Kim instantly going back to our cover story, "So that's how we get to Hana, then we see the sights on the way back," he explained. The only problem was that it invited the waiter to offer his two cents on the trip. We were both squirming as he overstayed his welcome, and I felt Kim touch my hand while the man was still there. Slowly he pulled my near hand to his groin, and I was delighted, surprised, and scared to find him outside of his leg hole, his proud member throbbing as it lay over his suit, and I quickly made it disappear under my hand as I tried to hide him from the view of the retreating waiter. "You horny little stinker," I whispered with a laugh when the waiter was out of earshot, "you're gonna get me in trouble." I was rubbing my thumb up the underside of his hard, warm dick while my fingers held him slightly away from his body. Kim just smiled, but his eyes were lidded and he was sighing occasionally, obviously enjoying my touch. "I wish that I could suck you," I said quietly, "you're so sexy," as I started to really masturbate him. I was surprised to feel the smallest amount of moisture coming from the tip of his hairless cock, so I asked, "can you cum." Looking up at me, he answered, "Just one shot, and it's not white," he explained, "you're gonna find out soon enough," he said cheekily and then leaned into me and I kissed the top of his head as I jerked the gorgeous preteen. I momentarily worried about any stains that I may be leaving on the front of my own shorts, but made sure that the tip was pointed up so that my shirt would cover any leakage on the trip out of the restaurant. Kim lifted his head and said, "When he comes back with the food, I want you to keep jerking me off," and threw in a sexy look, then leaned back to give me better access. It was apparent that everything that was happening; choice of restaurant, choice of seating, getting me beside him, and now the danger of discovery, had all been done by Kim before. Because of this experience, he must have know that the waiter would be back soon, because no sooner had he made the request to be stroked while the man was nearby, then we heard the unseen swinging door to the kitchen loudly bang open and footsteps approach. Just before the man rounded the corner, Kim sat up and leaned his elbows on the table while pretending to look at the map. With the waiter approaching, Kim whispered one last instruction while still looking down at the table, "Remember, don't stop rubbing." I tried my hardest to hold my upper arm steady while I rotated my wrist in order to comply with my little lover's demands. He didn't look up when the waiter arrived, hanging his head, seemingly from the pleasure emanating from his immature penis. "Here we go," the man said, setting our plates down, "are you going to sit over here?" he asked, since my place was set up on the other side of the table. "Sure, that'd be great," I squeaked. Holding my plate in the air, he went about moving the placemat and utensils over to my side, taking much longer than I had hoped and making me regret my statement as I sweated our discovery. When he finished, he was about to walk away and said, "Let me know if you guys need anything else," to which Kim looked up for the first time, a look on his face of pure pleasure that made perfect sense to me, but made the waiter do a double-take. "I think we're good, thanks!" I said quickly, hoping to distract him, and he did look back toward me, and started to turn with one more wrinkled-brow look at Kim before walking away. Once he again disappeared, Kim immediately leaned back again, letting me see the glorious appendage beneath my fingertips. "You're crazy," I told him, "and so hot," I added as I turned completely to my side and used one hand to masturbate him, the other running up under his shirt and feeling his soft skin and tight little body. A moment later, Kim looked right at me and said, "I'm close, make me cum," his eyes half closed, the almost-painful look announcing that the pleasure was peaking. "Catch it when I shoot," he ordered, "and lick it off your hand." Moving my hand faster, I told him, "I wish that I could take it straight from the source, but I'll happily do that, baby." Kim was panting, his eyes closed now as he got closer and closer to the edge. If anyone rounded the corner now, there would be no question about what was going on. Since it wouldn't be any worse, I considered diving down and sucking his organ, but the angle wouldn't allow it, so I did my best to give him the best handjob that I knew how. My second hand slid from his body down to his good sized, dangling balls. Stroking and pulling on he soft sack, Kim started to respond with a soft, "Uh," each time that he liked something that I did. Finally, after these noises came closer and closer together, he declared a little louder, "Here it comes," and he opened his eyes to stare at his own cock. Pulling him slightly forward so that I could get a hand behind his cock, I stroked him as fast as I possibly could until he uttered one cry, "Hoh!" as his climax hit, his promised shot of clear tween cum spitting into my palm, then two more dribbles adding to the total. The boy's chest heaving, I pressed along the bottom of his cock to squeeze any more nectar from his stalk as it stopped flexing. Satisfied that he was finished and I possessed the entire load, I dramatically brought my hand to my mouth and licked the sweet, pooling liquid off of my palm, then individually sucked the remnants off of my fingers, making as much of a show as possible. "Fuck, that was amazing," he said as he unceremoniously pulled his swimsuit back down to cover himself, "you're really good at that." "I'm good at a lot of things," I said with a leer, "I'd love to show them to you." Kim looked at me and smiled, "When we finish lunch, I want you to take me back to your room, and I want you to fuck me." My eyes must have looked like saucers because he laughed at my reaction. "Usually boys don't want to do more after they cum," I said. "It just makes me want it more," the unique child replied. Looking on in disbelief, I heard a noise around the corner and called, "Waiter, could we have our check, please?" ***** The meal was disposed of as quickly as two horny guys could eat. The check was paid and we rushed out the door. At least the orgasm had enabled Kim's penis to return to a hide-able state. For me it was a combo of pinning my cockhead under my belt and borrowing Kim's map as a fig leaf. When it all boiled down to it, I didn't really care who saw me and in what state, as long as it didn't keep me from the ultimate joy that my sweet companion promised. Luckily not seeing anyone that either of a a knew, we made it to my room and closed and latched the door. As soon as we were secure, Kim jumped into my arms, wrapped his legs around my waist and started to aggressively make-out with me. Holding him by his tight butt, I walked to the bed, his 90 pounds not the lightest load ever, and gently lay us down, me on top of the child, my hand behind his back holding him to me while he wrapped his arms around my neck. Breaking apart for a second, I stood up and crossed the room to close the drapes. "Leave `em open," I heard from the bed, "no one can see us, really." Looking outside at the ground two floors below, I looked out over the pool area and walkways and realized that he was somewhat right. Finding that I once again couldn't refuse Kim, I left the windows uncovered and headed back to the bed. Kim had already pulled his tank over his head and off, allowing me to see his slim body for the first time. His skin tone was naturally slightly dark, and his nipples were a couple of steps darker. They were already erect, and I was drawn to the tiny nubs, reaching behind his back again and holding his chest to my lips, I flicked the hard little points while Kim held my head to him and groaned. After a few moments, I let him go and slid down the boy's body. Dressed in only his shorts, I slid each hand up a gaping leg hole and massaged his unseen groin, flitting my fingers over his smooth skin, massaging his balls and resumed stroking his renewed erection. Having already been down this path, I decided to go in the other way, and started to pull his shorts down, briefly catching his upturned dick and pulling it down with the waistband until it popped back up and slapped against his belly with a loud smack. Completely removing his shorts, my prize lay before me, topping the gorgeous, naked boy, and I could wait no longer to taste him. His legs were dangling off of the edge of the bed and I slid between them and rose to his groin, leading with a charge of my tongue up his smooth scrotum. I sucked one ball and then the other, washing them with my tongue and causing him to squirm, before I let him go and attacked his cock. Despite an orgasm only thirty minutes old, he was little-boy hard, his inviting penis twitching as it awaited my mouth. He slid in so smoothly and I took him to the root in one stroke, sucking hard on him while I wrapped him with my tongue, eliciting more satisfied moans from the boy, the occasional twitch as I hit a sensitive spot, and an uncontrolled squirm when I flicked his spongy glans with my tongue tip. As much as I enjoyed worshipping this sexy exhibitionist, we were here for something else, and it was time to move us in that direction, so I started a journey, using my mouth to trace a path down his cock, over his balls, then the underside of his loose sack before I continued my travels over his perineum, Kim helpfully lifting his legs slightly to open up an avenue to his dark treasure. I guided his legs up higher by pressing slightly under his firm, thin thighs. When his wrinkled rosebud came into view, I leaned close to have a look, finding a few signs of use, but I knew that I wasn't blazing a trail here, but clean, tight and undamaged. Just like I had been with his dick moments before, I was drawn to lead with my tongue, the tip hitting his ring before I had ever touched him with a finger. Kim groaned when I ran my tongue around his tight, muscular opening, the boy's sphincter held tight for the moment as I left as much saliva as I could over his delicious anus. He tasted of chlorine, obviously visiting a pool between our encounters, my favorite boy-tastes farther in the background; soap, metal, earth. After a few laps around the circular opening to his tunnel, I could feel my tongue gain some ground inside as he opened slightly. Focusing my attention on pressing into the center of his secret place, he loosened noticeably, the outer sphincter letting my tongue tip into him ever-so-slightly. Kim was a mess, groaning and squealing, making me feel like the most talented ass-eater alive. "Fuck, that feels crazy!" he cried, "it's so good, oh my god." While I was licking, I took the opportunity to take my shorts off again, sliding them down to my knees, freeing my hard cock. Wetting a finger, my tongue left his pucker and traced back up to his balls, taking them into me again as I let the digit begin to penetrate the smooth boy. Feeling the tunnel easily yield, I quickly added another finger, twisting them inside the child, fucking him with them at the same time. He took them so well, I knew that it was time. I sat up and looked for my lube that I knew was unhidden on my nightstand. With my fingers still implanted in Kim's spongy rectum, I used one hand to pop off the lid, pour out the slippery, cool gel onto the top of my hard cock and spread it around. That done, I slowly withdrew my fingers, which Kim protested with a groan, and coated one with lube. Sliding it back into him and running my finger around his slightly gaping asshole to slicken the path, it was obvious that he was ready, and he confirmed it, saying, "Yeah, this is going to be great. Put it in, please?" he added with a lilt to his voice. Unable to refuse, I lined myself up with the boy's upturned asshole. I took one glance outside to confirm that we were hidden, then I focused solely on the preteen ass below me. Once I touched his wrinkled muscle, I applied pressure and looked into his eyes. He scrunched his face in concentration and discomfort as I felt his lips part, his sphincter letting my crown in then clamping shut around me. Making slight motion, I could only gain a couple of inches into his delightfully hot tunnel. Moving more purposefully, I didn't seem to be making any progress, which surprised me given Kim's bravado, but I thought that I would give him time, the feeling for me already beyond belief. I thought that some kissing would be nice while he worked to accommodate me, his eyes were closed as I leaned down to him, but when he sensed my approach, he lifted his head to meet me and pulled me to him, mashing our lips together. In a phenomenon that I would be party to on more than one occasion, there seemed to be a direct connection between the boy's tongue entering my mouth, and his anus yielding. As soon as we started to suck on each other's tongues, Kim opened up to me, his soft tunnel forming around my cock, the tight, warmth of his rectum impossibly snug, but soothingly accommodating. Before I knew it, I was all of the way in, his whole body undulating as he got used to my adult cock in him. He threw his head back with a gasp when I bottomed out. I stayed in him fully, moving my hips side to side as he got used to me, then pressing harder when I saw his cock, which had wilted slightly, begin to regain its hardness. Kim let out a guttural groan as I ground into him, and when I saw that he was fully erect and starting to rub his own cock, I began to move in him. Slipping out a couple of inches before sliding back in to the hilt, I was quickly able to increase my pace into the boy. The slaps of my body, of my balls, actually, as I thrust into the child were glorious. "Yeah, do it," Kim groaned, seeming to love every minute, "you can go harder," and I did, pulling out farther and slipping in hard, the tween grunting with each stroke. We were in quite a rhythm, and I didn't think that we would last long, when Kim said, "Wait a second," and started to push me away. My dick slowly and reluctantly left the small body, it's length accentuated by the incongruity of size between my adult cock and his boy ass. When the slick tip popped out of him, his anus gaped at me for a moment before he dropped his legs and scrambled off of the bed. Getting down on the floor, he put his hands on the coffee table in front of the small couch, staying on his knees, "Fuck me here, so that we can see the people outside." He was right, from this position, we had a nice view of the pool area, but there was little chance of being seen. "You're quite the risk taker," I said, Kim just smiling over his shoulder as I lined up with him again. He hissed then sighed when I re-entered, opening so easily, but still feeling like heaven. "Look at the little boys at the pool," Kim said out of nowhere after he recovered from the intrusion, "Imagine that you're fucking them when you fuck me," he told me, "tell me which one you're fucking," he panted between grunts and cries as I really began to pound into him. "Shit, kid, you're the biggest pervert that I've ever met," was my breathless response before I scanned the pool area and centered on a young boy in a red suit that was too small for him, squeezing him tightly in all of the right places. "OK," I said, "that one by the waterfall. He loved pulling down his tight suit for me, squealed when I entered him," I explained the fantasy as I used Kim's silky rectum as a stand-in. "He loves it," I continued, and Kim responds with a gasp and moan, taking on the role. "Oh, yes, you're so big, it hurts a little," he pleaded in a higher pitched voice, imitating the smaller boy by the pool, "but it feels so good, ugh," he grunted as I bottomed particularly hard. This was incredibly hot, not that I was imagining the other boy so much as the effort that Kim put in to turn me on. My hands were running up and down his back, stroking his sides, rubbing his smooth buttcheeks, beginning to be coated with sweat as I slammed into his boypussy. "Who else?" he asked, "who are you going to fuck next?" Scanning the pool, I noticed an older boy playing with his brother, throwing him across the pool as the little guy kicked his legs and squealed, "Those two," I said, "the big boy with the little one in the middle. I'd take them together." "Fuck," Kim said quickly, "that's awesome, do them both," then changed character, a deeper voice, "'Do it to him, he loves to have his little ass fucked,'" he imitated the older boy encouraging me to take on his little brother. The feel of Kim's tunnel, as he worked side to side and rocked back to meet my thrusts, was driving me to the brink. I wanted to finish face to face, so I slid out of him, the boy grunting again in displeasure, and I patted the couch next to us. "Lay on your back," I instructed. He stopped and caught his breath for a second after sitting to the side on the ground. Looking worn out as he crawled onto the couch, he laid his head on the near-side armrest. After checking to make sure that we still couldn't be seen, I climbed onto the couch and lifted his legs, happy to see that his erection was as strong as ever. When I bent his legs to his chest, he instinctively slid off of the armrest to get more comfortable, and I was able to look into his eyes as I slid my cock into him one more time. "Oh, fuck," he groaned as he enveloped me in the warmth of his asshole. His eyes rolled back when I pressed against his body, pushing down into his upturned ass until I started to fuck him again, his anus gripping me each time that I pulled out, then easily opening to me on the in-stroke. It was like his body didn't want to let me go, and this desire from him, conscious and unconscious, was one of the most exciting things that I'd ever experienced. His hand had slid down to his groin and he was masturbating himself while I fucked him, his other hand reaching down and cupping his balls, my pubic bone hitting the back of his hand as he moaned and moaned. As I got close, I stared at Kim's face, his intense concentration as he focused on the feelings coursing through his body were captivating. Between his hand on his dick and my cock pistoning in and out of his little hole, he seemed to be in heaven. "I'm gonna have a cum...a good cum!" he gasped, the boy on the precipice of another orgasm, and his joy sending me toward my own. Leaning down, I captured his lips with mine and he responded immediately, raising his head to press against me. With this final connection I was finished. I was taking full strokes, my cock barely staying inside of his tight sphincter then slamming into him until my body pressed against his. Then starting again, so fast that the sound of my balls slapping his butt were the only way to keep time. Kim lost focus on kissing and cried out, his body shaking through what I recognized as his climax. Looking between our bodies and seeing those two or three spurts send his clear spunk over his tight, copper-colored belly sent me off the cliff and I cried, "Oh, shit!" and moaned loudly as the feeling burst through me and my cum spat into his warm insides, filling him with my semen as spurt after hot spurt was deposited in his rectum in a seemingly endless orgasm. Every bit of my being having been spent in the effort, my breath was heaving as I tried to recover, holding myself up with my hands on either side of him. For his part, Kim had completely sunk into the couch after his own climax. His legs had lost their strength and hung off to the side, held up only by my still implanted cock. His head was back and he was breathing heavily himself. Slowly withdrawing, he dropped his legs and seemed incapable of moving. Scooping up the prone child, I carried him to the bed and placed him under the unmade covers. Sliding in behind him, I wrapped the boy in my arms and he sighed, putting his hand on my forearm, holding me right back as we drifted off into a sweet, post-coitus sleep. I won't bore you with more stories of Kim and I. What I can tell you is that he regaled me with stories of the men and boys that he'd been with, his description of his last trip to Maui, which involved several men, something that he assured me was a compliment for me. "I'm not looking for anyone else this week," he explained. And, of course, we "messed around" in every nook and cranny of the resort and elsewhere. I fucked Kim in the pool, hidden behind the waterfall, in a secluded pool beneath a real waterfall (that one was absolute magic), and our last night, alone, on the beach, Kim crying out that he wished that it would never end. I left Hawaii with a shifted view of the possibilities out there. This uniquely kinky boy had assured me that there were kids like him everywhere, I just needed to be open to every possibility. It was a lesson that would serve me well, as did the memory of those beautiful days in the Aloha state. The next time that I saw Jake, I was hesitant at first. I had already decided that my time with Kim would stay locked away in vault of my memory. But when I saw Jake, so happy, and yet seeming more mature, I couldn't get the seed of a thought that Kim had planted out of my mind: Could there be someone else? Of course one kiss, lead to more kissing, disrobing, sucking and other things, and the thoughts all but disappeared. That is until Jake took me deeper than ever before, my cock touching his throat, then continuing. He had always had a strong gag reflex, and now, somehow, it was gone. As I exploded directly down his throat at the new sensation, I know that I could never say a word about it. Maybe Jake made the same calculation that I did: What I didn't know wouldn't hurt me. Maybe I'll never know.