Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2021 13:03:46 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: A More Perfect Union 5 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which may contain descriptions of sexual interaction between adults and minors. All characters and scenarios only exist in the author's imagination. If this type of story is not allowed by law or other reason, please stop reading. Thank you to everyone who has reached out about this series. I've enjoyed hearing from you, and welcome any correspondence. If you would like to discuss the story or anything else, you can reach me at texcolorado@protonmail.com. Reading this series in order is not required, each installment is intended to stand on its own, but reading the introduction in chapter 1 may be helpful. Lastly, please consider donating to the archive: donate.nifty.org. The archive is a great thing worthy of your support. Thanks for reading, I hope that you enjoy meeting Jake in LA! California (M/b(10) masturbation oral) By Tex Colorado Our operation is based in LA, and that is where I make my home the few weeks a year that I'm not on the road. Because of this, the truth is that I've had lots of experiences that meet the criteria to be told here. While some of those may one day make for their own series, for our purposes I will explain my first encounter with my first boy, not only in California, but my first boy ever as an adult. It was my first year at the company, and instead of the important legal work that I handle today, as the new guy I was given the most demeaning assignments. The lowest level that this fell to was doing personal favors (picking up dry cleaning etc.) for the more senior executives. Considering this, I expected the worst when I was summoned to our CEOs office. Most of our office was made up of fashionable open spaces, allowing everyone the joy of being forced to listen to everyone else's conversations, both business and personal. It wasn't uncommon to find someone conducting business in the bathroom just to gain some privacy. But this wasn't the case for the top brass. These guys (and they were all guys), occupied traditional offices, completely blocked from view from the rest of the office, a wall of windows looking out once you entered, and a personal assistant stationed outside the door for traffic management. "Oh hey Brian," I was greeted by Gina, the boss's assistant as I approached his office, "you can go right in, Becky is expecting you." Becky was my direct boss in legal, so I was surprised that she was waiting and not Mr Cooper, whose office I was entering. "Ok, thanks," I said as I opened the door to the bright office with a panorama of LA out the window. The room was really obscene in its size compared to the other offices, there were four unique areas, a desk area with two chairs and a couch for guests, a conference space with a large table, a smaller four person table and a lounge area with two more chairs and a couch that had its back to the door. This last area was where Becky was sitting in one of the chairs facing the door and called out, "Brian!" as I walked in. "Thank god, I'm glad that you can do this," she spit out as she stood and headed toward me, "I've got the call with Exxon in five minutes, I can't be a babysitter." I knew that I was young, but I found this insulting, I worked just as hard as everyone else, was at least as smart, and was self-sufficient. No one ever claimed that I needed babysitting! I was just about to make this point, when I put my hand on the back of the couch for balance, and suddenly caught movement out of the corner of my eye. To my shock, there was a boy laying back on the couch. He was wearing a t-shirt and what looked like board shorts, his bare feet up on the couch, giant headphones over his ears as he stared at a brand-new looking iPhone. Under that SoCal uniform was a perfect example of SoCal boy: longish, sun bleached blond hair falling across his face, slim build, slight tan, piercing steel-blue eyes, perfect teeth, full red lips and a perky nose. He was young, maybe ten, and I momentarily couldn't take my eyes off of him. After trying to pretend that he hadn't noticed my presence, I finally caught a quick movement of his eyes over to me, returning almost immediately to his screen. "I've got to warn you," Becky said, then lowered her voice to a whisper, "he's a little shit! Watch out for yourself." "You mean I'm babysitting this kid?" I said loudly, raising the attention of the boy, who took another brief look in my direction before returning again to his phone. "I'm not paid to be a babysitter!" Becky looked at me sympathetically, but said, "Actually, you are. Next year there'll be somebody new and they'll get the shit assignments. Right now, they're yours," she told me bluntly. "Just keep him entertained until five and his nanny will pick him up," she said as she opened the door, "thanks!" and she was gone. I stared at the door for an extended period of time in complete disbelief. The obvious thoughts went through my head: four years of college, three years at Stanford for law school, clerking, then getting my dream job and this was it? I couldn't believe it. This reaction probably doesn't make sense to you. I've told you about traveling around the country and having trysts with all sorts of minor boys. So obviously this situation falling into my lap should be viewed as a gift. But the problem was, I had never had success with a boy. There's a first time for everything, and at this point, despite being aware of my constant desire for young boys, that was placed on a shelf of unreality next to lottery winning and lightning strikes. It wasn't even on my radar. I looked at the back of the couch with my charge hidden on the other side and saw a boring afternoon ahead, nothing else. Walking over to where he lay, I touched his knee to get his attention, and was greeted by the barest of eye movement, no other effort to address me. I pointed at my own ears indicating that he should remove his headphones. He reluctantly slid them from his head and greeted me with a particularly nasty, "What?" Letting his attitude slide for a moment (I had been warned), I said, "Hey, it's nice to meet you, what's your name?" "Jake," he said bluntly, then started to put his headphones back on. "Wait," I said, and without thinking I reached down to physically stop him by gently grabbing his hand. "Don't touch me, asshole!" he snapped, shocking me so much that I pulled back and stood up straight. "Watch your language," I snapped back, "that's an ugly word." "What d'you care?" he responded, "I don't need you to babysit me. I can't leave with my dad's secretary out there, I don't know what you're doing here." "That makes two of us," I responded drearily, not really expecting to say it out loud, "I've got plenty of more important things to do." "Then do `em and leave me alone, I'm just gonna watch movies," he told me and started to put his big headphones on again. Three hours, that's how long I was supposed to watch this kid. Feeling defeated, I sat in one of the chairs and took out my laptop. I caught him peaking a couple of times to gauge if I was really going to just leave him alone. Of course, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him, since he was SoCal perfection as far as I was concerned. Finally I realized that I had no interest in winning this little battle of wills, plus my curiosity was peaked about this boy and why he was stuck inside an office building by himself. I closed my laptop and set it aside, then got up and crossed to the couch. As soon as I stood up, Jake's eyes followed me until I was standing by his feet. Turning to sit on the couch, I touched his bare ankle to get him to move out of the way. Expecting him to turn and sit up, I was surprised that he stayed on his back and just pulled his legs up to give me room to sit. Plunking down, I pantomimed taking his headphones off. The boy rolled his eyes, but did take them off, the sound of an action movie suddenly audible after the seal with his head was broken. "Yeah?" he said, annoyed. "So, I'm not going to sit here in silence," I informed him, "why don't you and I get to know each other? My name's Brian," I offered. "I know, I'm not deaf," he said, letting me know that he'd been listening when I first arrived. Deciding to see how much he was listening, I asked, "Then do you agree with Becky's assessment of you?" "What do you mean?" he asked innocently. "She says you're a shit," I answered without fanfare. He couldn't help but smile a little, and tried to cover it with his hand, making him look much younger than his tough guy act up to this point. "Did she say that?" he asked. "I thought that you heard," I told him, "so is it true, or are we going to be friends?" "She's a bitch," he said, "she just wants me to shut up so that she can do her own stuff." Wincing at his swearing, I said, "First, let's watch the language, that's a terrible word," to which he rolled his eyes, "and it's not her job to babysit, so she was probably a little cranky." "It's not your job either," he observed. "True, but I don't mind talking to boys because, and this may come as a surprise," then I lowered my voice to a whisper and put my hand next to my mouth as if I was telling a secret, "but I was actually a boy once." He laughed, but picked right up on the sarcasm and replied, "No way?" in mock shock, putting his hands on the side of his face like the kid from Home Alone, not that he'd know who I was talking about if I mentioned the movie. "It true, I can prove it if you want," I said with a tickle of his bare foot that was now pressed into the side of my butt as he'd allowed his legs to slide toward me as we talked. "No way!" he blurted out laughing and kicked his feet to get away from me, "keep it in your pants!" I was surprised that he picked up on my joke, it seemed advanced to me, and I wasn't even sure that I meant I'd prove it by whipping my penis out, but he had no doubt to what I was alluding, and that definitely made me take notice. Surveying the hot little boy next to me, I found that I was able to look right up the leg of his board shorts, and even though it was too dark up there to be sure, it definitely looked like he was wearing them the proper way; nothing underneath. His attire struck me as odd, so I asked him why he was wearing a swimsuit in an office. "My dad was supposed to go to the beach with me today," he explained with a sour look taking over his face, "but he had to come to the office like always," he continued with an exasperated sigh, "and mom's at a charity thing and my nanny had the day off because I was gonna be with my dad." Now I was starting to understand, this was the stereotypical rich kid, pushed aside by his parents and entrusted to staff to raise them. "Well, that sucks," I started, hoping that he'd appreciate my understanding, then I got an idea "how about, since you couldn't go to the beach, we pretend that we're at the beach?" "What d'ya mean?" he asked. "Like we lay out the towels, throw the ball around, do some couch surfing," I explained, "that kind of thing." "Sweet!" Jake said, surprising me with his enthusiasm for the idea, which I thought was actually a little lame. He jumped up and stood on the back of the couch and acted like he was surfing, showing amazing balance. Quickly he pulled his shirt off, then resumed his play. I was really caught off guard by his complete change of attitude and willingness to strip here in an office. Seeing his bare, tan body was delightful. He was slim, fit and gorgeous. His suit was even sagging slightly in the back, just showing the beginning of his buns, a stark band of white skin where he was normally protected from the sun. We had an amazingly good time, using a bright lamp in place of the sun as we "tanned" on two towels (I prevailed on him that I couldn't take my shirt off in the office). This led to a request to apply lotion, so I pretended to pour some on to my hands, then proceeded to massage the boy's incredibly soft skin, he way laying down, so I was free to roam, caressing his lower back and running my fingers along the edge of his waistband, running up over his immature lats to rub his shoulders and down his skinny, little-boy arms. This was repeated when he rolled over, me stroking his flat chest, his taught belly, running my hand across his lower abdomen and around to the sides, then continuing down his legs, taking care to "coat" his inner thighs before moving down all of the way to his feet. He was obviously enjoying the touch, as he was sighing and purring through most of my caresses. By the time that I was done, after several adjustments to my groin, I had to excuse myself to my boss's attached bathroom to mop up some of the precum that was soaking my underwear. We finished our time at the "beach" by throwing a nerf football around the huge office, Jake diving on the couch to catch the ball, mimicking what he'd do in the ocean. It ended up being a fun afternoon. Just before 5, Jake introduced me to the forward facing camera on his new iPhone, "So you can take pictures of yourself," he explained, and I remember thinking that would never catch on, who wants pictures of themself? Don't come to me for stock tips! Anyway, to demonstrate, we took several selfies of the two of us, Jake alway leaning in to me, pressing his mostly bare body against mine, keeping as much contact as possible. I realized that this was probably the most attention that he'd gotten in a long time. Becky had been wrong, he wasn't a shit, he was just lonely and protecting his feelings. When his nanny came, his personality switched back, snipping at her and ordering her around, even threatening to tell his father. What a mess, I thought, this poor kid's going to be completely messed up just because no one cares to see what he needs. Since I was no longer needed, we said a quick goodbye, Jake barely acknowledging me, and I went back to my office to pack up for the day, assuming that I'd never see this sexy child again. This happened on Wednesday, then late Friday I received a call directly from Mr. Cooper, the CEO and Jake's dad. I was shocked to get a call from the big boss, "Brian, hey, it's Aaron," he greeted like we were old buddies. "Hi, Mr Cooper," I responded, "what can I do for you?" "Well, here's the thing, I have a personal favor to ask." I held my breath, waiting for the anvil to drop, "So Jake hasn't been able to stop talking about the great Brian for two days straight," I wondered where this was going, "we're having some people over tomorrow, and I wondered if you wouldn't mind joining us, and maybe you could help a little with Jake? What do you think?" "So you need a babysitter?" I answered with a little distain in my voice, then thought better of it and made light, "at least you don't have to worry about giving me a ride home when we're done." "Hey, thanks, listen, it's not like that, Jake truly can't stop talking about you. I figured if you get along so well then you might have fun hanging out with him. There won't be any kids there, and I know that he'll be bored." I still felt bad for this kid, and had enjoyed our time together. Also, I was kind of flattered that he'd thought enough of me to pester his parents with stories of our afternoon together. Agreeing, Mr. Cooper told me to expect to swim most of the time, giving me Jake's wet skin to look forward to. The next day, I headed over to their house in the early afternoon. The Coopers live in a very fashionable zip code, they aren't on the ocean, but that lets them have an unusually large house for LA. Walking to the front door was pretty intimidating. Mr Cooper greeted me like we were old friends and thanked me profusely for doing this favor. I was ushered inside, the house very modern, lots of glass, metal and wood. Several guests were milling around the main floor, the large rooms open to the yard below. We headed down a flight of stairs that led to an open lower level where a few guests mingled, but most appeared to be out the doors and gathered around the pool. I had debated how to dress; street clothes or just come straight away in my swimsuit. Worried about who I may see at the party, I chose to bring my suit with me and change there. In the end, it turned out to be the right decision. No one else from work was there, but the wealthy guests were dressed in LA casual, which consisted of t-shirts and jeans, but somehow costing hundreds of dollars. Surprisingly, you could somehow tell, too. If I had sauntered in wearing board shorts and flip-flops I think that I would have been laughed out of the place. It was then that I spied the lone swimmer, my new buddy Jake. "If you go through there," Mr Cooper told me, pointing at a door off to the side, "there's a wet room for the pool. You can change and then head straight outside from there, Jake's already swimming," he explained. The door opened to a good sized room, styled like a spa with white tile, blond wood, a bathroom, shower room and sauna. On the far wall there were a series of hooks, two of them occupied with a child's clothing: shorts, T-shirt and a pair of underwear on top. Following Jake's apparent lead, I changed, left my clothes hanging there and headed out. When I walked up to the pool where Jake was splashing around, he caught sight of me and his face lit up. My heart skipped a beat as the beauty started to pull himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his body, his shorts sagging under the weight of the liquid, hanging down to reveal a tantalizing amount of untanned lower abdomen. They seemed to be clinging to the top of his penis as a last resort against falling off completely. He caught me off guard by running to me and giving me a big, wet hug, then welcomed me by pushing me into the pool. We horsed around for a good hour, me having a small heart attack each time that he pulled himself out of the pool, his exposed crack varying from 1/2 to a full inch, only to be topped by the smooth "v" pointing to his groin when he turned back around before leaping into my arms. His slick wet body clambering all over my back and chest was so satisfying that I was glad for the cool water to keep my privates under control. As things slowed down, Jake got a bright look on his face and said, "Let's go to the sauna!" seeming so excited to share this experience, "My daddy had it put in when they built the house, it's good for you to sweat," he educated me. We hopped out, no one taking notice, and he handed me a thick folded towel and we headed inside by the same door that I'd entered. We stepped inside into the tiled room where I had changed before. I ended up in front and started to head to the sauna door when I heard, "You can hang your suit here." I turned and saw Jake standing by the row of hooks, pointing at them, "No swimsuits in the sauna," he announced, "house rules," then he hung up his towel and, with his back to me, untied his shorts and unceremoniously let them drop all of the way to the floor. His butt was so white in comparison to his torso that it looked like it was glowing. His smooth, unblemished cheeks were so perfect, I had to stop myself from reaching out to grab them. I was so stunned that I stood for a second just staring at the sexy child until he looked over his shoulder as he hung up his suit and said, "Don't be shy," with a laugh. Broken out of my daze, I started to untie my own suit and willed myself to stay soft. In those days, I never expected to be in this situation, so I had let my grooming "down there" get a little unruly. I felt bad subjecting the kid to my overly hairy bush, but the one benefit was that my embarrassment was enough to keep me from boning up right away. I started to wriggle out of the wet, clinging material, and tried to focus ahead and away from Jake until I sensed some movement, and could tell that he was turning around. Unable to even consider not looking, I was shocked by what I saw. He was still very much a little boy in front, his penis thin and pink, his balls small and tight, but the best part was; the little stinker was hard as a rock. He was only about two and a half inches long, if that, but he was so incredibly hard, his pink tip begging to be attended to. Catching my glance, he looked down and pulled his hard boycock down, causing the sexiest thing in the world to me; the little dimple at the base of his penis that would sadly be hidden by pubic hair in a few years. Then he let it smack back up against his slim body. "Sorry, it gets like this sometimes," he said casually, "I guess that I must be excited!" I was surprised that he knew enough about the causes of erections to know that he was excited, but maybe didn't understand the difference between sexually excited and just very happy. During this revelation I had been lowering my suit, and that suddenly consumed all of Jake's attention. "Yours isn't hard," he pointed out, my limp cock still partially under control, "and you've got so much hair!" This whole time his boner was as stiff as always, bouncing with the slightest movement as he shifted his weight from leg to leg, seemingly thrilled by the situation. "Well, when you get older, you grow hair down there," I said trying to sound like I was in charge, but my dick thought otherwise. Staring at this amazing looking beauty while we talked about my penis was a recipe for disaster, or at least for embarrassment, as it started to swell slightly. "But the ones in the movies aren't that hairy," Jake answered. Confused, I asked, "What movies?" "On the web," he told me, "all of the men have big hard dicks but they don't have all that hair." He looked right at my cock as he pointed at it, then observed, "Oh, now it's getting bigger." I looked down and realized that he was right and that I was unable to even slow the progress to full, throbbing erection. Jake was my first encounter with something that would soon be commonplace; young boys seeing porn on their phones. Being rich, he was an early adopter, and his education was beyond his years. I would soon be very familiar with this phenomenon, one that I really didn't care for, but the reality was that it frequently worked in my favor, since boys were no longer shocked and afraid when they see an adult cock for the first time. They moved right to curiosity, or, more frequently, a chance to quench the curiosity that they already brought to the encounter. "Oh," I said, "well, those guys shave their hair," then I added, "I'm usually not this hairy, I didn't expect anyone to see me naked," I added in a whisper, trying to excuse my appearance. "I think that it's cool!" he blurted out. Smiling at his compliment of my genitals, I recognized that we needed to move out of this common area, lest someone walk in on this unsavory-looking situation. "Shall we?" I asked, gesturing toward the frosted door of the sauna. "Yeah, I turned it on earlier, so it'll be nice and hot," Jake said as he jumped past me and grabbed the handle, "come on," he ordered, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. I was surprised by the size of the room, seeming large for a private home, it could have easily held eight people. The heat was like a wall as we walked in, and I immediately started sweating. Pads to sit on were spread across the raised bench and Jake stepped up and pulled me with, sitting down and guiding me right next to him. He held on to my hand for a few moments, smiling up at me, and he even scooted closer, the sides of our legs pressing against each other. "Oh, the water," he said, then dropped my hand and jumped down. Dipping a ladle in a prepared bucket of water, he splashed it across the heated stones, causing a blast of steam and moist air to hit us. He was about to step back up, then stopped and went to the door. He looked at me briefly, then reached out and locked the door before climbing back up and retaking his place, this time pressing even tighter against me and leaning into my arm. "Why did you do that?" I asked about the locked door. "Just in case," he said, "and now we don't have to worry about what we do." This was an odd statement to me, obviously we didn't want to be seen naked with powerful erections, but what else did he have in mind? Deciding that it didn't hurt to ask, I said, "What were you thinking that we might do?" He looked up at me and paused, then he asked, "Do you like penises?" "What?" I said with a laugh, "What do you mean by that?" "Some of the movies, in the movies I've seen, there aren't girls," he stopped, searching for words, then continued, "and the men like other men's penises." Not sure what I should say, I asked, "How do you know that they like the other men's penises?" I felt kind of stupid repeating the boy's words. He got a guilty look on his face, but was also smiling shyly, "They touch them," he said, "and they taste them," he shocked me by saying, "and some other things." Not wanting to make him specify what I assumed the "other things" were, I answered, "So those men are gay, are you asking if I'm gay?" then thought to add, "do you know what that means, to be gay?" "Yes," he said simply, "it means they like boys and not girls," he said simply. "Are you?" "Yes," I answered back just as plainly, hoping not to make it a big deal, "I am gay. Is that ok?" I asked. "Yeah!" he surprised me again with his enthusiasm, "I think that it's cool! I like boys more than girls too," he explained. "Well, that may change," I said, not sure where to take this, "sometimes at your age it's easier to get along with the same sex." Jake was used to getting anything that he wanted, from his parents in order to push him away, from their underlings to avoid getting in trouble, and even from authority figures, Jake knowing that he would always be excused, even if he was wrong, by a simple phone call from his father. I would see this several times over the next few years, but this was the first occurrence for me. He was done negotiating, knew that he wanted something, so said, "I want to touch your penis." It wasn't a question, it was the demand of an entitled child. Unfortunately, or fortunately for my future as a boylover, I was way to weak to resist. "Ok," I choked out, my mouth dry from the heat and the situation, my penis twitching in anticipation as the boy smiled at me, then took the hand closest to me, where his movement was restricted as he leaned against me, but was able to awkwardly reach past my side and slowly wrap his silky fingers around my shaft. "Oh, Jake," I groaned as I felt the touch, the small fingers moving little in this restricted position, but the clambering of the searching hand was sending chills up my spine. "That feels really good, kiddo," I told him and he looked up at me and smiled, his long hair starting to mat down across his forehead as we sweated in the hot sauna. He was content to explore in this simple way, not moving to free himself, but not tiring of gently fingering my erection. As he leaned into me, he had his thighs squeezed together, and when I looked sideways between his legs I could see his little boner still sticking up between them, his erection unabated. This was a crossroads. For the first time in my life, I needed to decide if I would push things forward with a child. If I sat there and let the little boy explore, it would be the greatest experience of my life. It also would have ended there, both of us laughing about this naughty thing, then embarrassment later, and an admonition that we "probably shouldn't do that again." And that would be it, I would never experience this again. Jake would live his life without further experiences, and I would die an unsatisfied, inexperienced boylover. Luckily, for my future sex life as well as Jakes, I didn't let it end there. I gazed at the giggly boy, who was so happy to be doing this, a fulfillment of a shortly held dream, and I decided to fulfill my own lifelong dream by asking, "Can I touch yours?" Jake froze and smiled, then let me go and pivoted to sit square on the bench again and leaned backwards to bolster his back against the wall. Opening his legs without nervousness, he simply said, "Sure." I turned toward him, and for the first time allowed myself to drink in the sight of my completely naked boy. Admittedly, at that time I had no basis for comparison, but to me I felt like I was staring at the most beautiful human being on the planet. Still very much a little boy, his arms were slim, his chest flat, his belly tight and smooth, all topping the gleaming, untanned skin of his lower body. His pubic area was obviously bald, a sexy pad of fat bulging out ever so slightly above his pulsing member, almost forcing his genitals out on display away from his body. Then his cock, so small and perfect. He was circumcised like most American boys, the pink head topping his slim, marble-like shaft. It drew my lips, but I didn't dare, instead shakily reaching out my hand, leaping across the breach to really interact with a boy sexually for the first time in my life. The moment that my fingertips touched his flexing penis, my own dick lurched, and very likely oozed a bit of clear precum. Jake gasped, then laughed, the sensation feeling ticklish at first thanks to my too-light touch, the cute boy kicking his legs and jumping slightly in his seat. Correcting my technique, I used a firmer grip, using my thumb to massage against the underside of his twitching spike, holding it in place with my index and middle fingers. The smile dropped from Jake's face, a serious look taking over as he watched my hand gently manipulate his organ. The feeling was magical. He was so hard, harder than any cock that I had touched since my own childhood. This touch, the culmination of a lifetime of desire, was the sexiest thing that I had ever taken part in. His balls, once pulled up tight in the cold room after being in his wet swimsuit, were now hanging. Tiny marbles poking out of the loose skin of his immature scrotum, I ran my stroking thumb down from his cock and used it to mush around his spongy sack. Watching my own hand, I was overwhelmed with the desire, no, need, to envelope the iron-stiff boydick with my lips. Not wanting to scare him, he could fear that I was going to consume his most prized possession if I acted without permission, I remembered that the act wasn't news to him. I struggled to remember the words that he used to describe oral sex, then it finally returned to me. "Will you let me taste it?" I asked, "Like the men in your movies?" "Will I like it?" he asked innocently. I smiled in return, "I know that you'll love it," I told him with a confident smile. "Just don't bite me," he ordered, then slumped down slightly as if girding himself for an onslaught. Little did he know the joy that lay ahead! I had been stroking him while we spoke, but when he slid forward, I sat back and put my hands on his knees. Permission granted, I let my hands slide between his legs, parted them a tiny bit more, then let my fingers glide up his inner thighs until I reached his scrotum. Running my right thumb along his perineum, I curled the rest my fingers around the topside of his two and a half inch cock, pulled it down to point at me, and extended my tongue until it finally made contact with the soft, pink head of his little boner. The boy gasped as I flicked across his tiny hole, then slid the whole thing inside my mouth. Finally having this warm piece of living flesh inside me was truly a dream come true. I was so excited that I moaned out an, "Mmmmmm," that came from a guttural place that I didn't even recognize. At first I was pressing my lips against his body, running my tongue around his shaft while keeping it buried inside, until finally I backed off and slid him all of the way out and returned to swabbing his glans, alternating twirling around the spongy head with digging my tongue into his minuscule pee hole. Far from being thrown by this new world opened to him, Jake was smiling away, his blue eyes fixed on me as I blew him, his left hand finding its way to the back of my head, egging me on. I released his cock and pulled it downward so that I could lick along his bare pubic area, reveling in the naked junction of his cock to his body, then rolling my tongue around his spear before going lower and sucking his boybag into me, running my tongue around his preteen testicles. This amazing realization of my fantasies had me hard and dripping. I finally had to leave my left hand to position his dick and began using my right to stroke myself. The two of us were sweaty messes, Jake now both grunting and laughing as he enjoyed being orally serviced for the first time in his life while his body glistened with a slick layer of perspiration. I released him momentarily and asked, "How do you like your first blowjob?" "My what?" he said, slightly out of breath. I laughed while I stroked him, "Blowjob," I repeated, "that's what this is called, what I'm doing, it's a blowjob," I explained, "how do you like it?" "It's awesome!" he answered, letting his hand slide between his legs and cup his balls while pushing his arm against my hand, putting more pressure on his cock by using my hand as a tool. I could see him trying to look down my body, probably sensing the motion, because he said, "What are you doing? I want to see." Giving him a dirty look, I released his dick and sat back on my heels. My hand never stopped working my cock as I stood up in front of him, my dick conveniently at eye level as I slowly moved my hand over my slippery knob. "You're so great," I gushed as I stared at his remarkable beauty, "so sexy, my god," I went on, unable to keep my lust inside any longer. He had taken over playing with his own penis, doing a surprisingly practiced job of it as he stared at the head of my cock, the hole pointing right at his face. He surprised me when he said, "I want to see you shoot, but I don't want to taste your thing." I hadn't even come close to suggesting that, not that the idea hadn't crossed my mind as I stared at his face in front of my dick, but he must have been considering sucking me to have even mentioned the act. I was not opposed to showing him my cum, though, because I was already on the edge. Staring down his tan, sweaty body, his hand working hard on his own dick and his lips so close to the dripping head of my cock, I was going to reach the end at any moment. In a moment of bravery, I told him, "Rub my balls." He didn't hesitate and didn't need clarification, Jake reached his small hand up and cupped my loose sack and started to roll my nuts around in his hand. The feeling of his unpracticed fingers pulling, twisting and petting my hairy nuts was splendid, and brought me so much pleasure that I was quickly taken to the precipice. "That feels so nice," I panted as I stroked myself faster and faster, feeling the peak inevitably approaching, it's reversal impossible. "I'm going to cum, are you ready?" I asked, not slowing down. "Yes!" he responded gleefully, and I realized that this whole thing was a game to him as much as a way to feel loved. "Ok, I'm there, baby," I spit out as the feeling rushed up from my toes through my balls and blasted through my cock, the first shot of warm jizz landing in a streak along his right arm since he still held my balls. When he felt the streak of cum, Jake made a sound like, "Ack!" and pulled his hand down to escape the next blow. Later I would learn to pre-arrange with boys the location for me to leave my deposit, but I hadn't thought to negotiate that with Jake, instead relying on instinct. I didn't dare aim at his face, but pushed my cock downward to aim right at his smooth belly, specifically his innie belly button. Missing my mark, the second blast painted from his pubic area to his chest as my dick lurched with the contraction and blast of semen. This was followed by a series of volleys in decreasing amounts and forcefulness, all landing on his stomach, pubic area and finally, the last dribbles, right on to his still twitching boycock. The shock, joy, passion and hilarity of my orgasm never faded as Jake gasped, moaned, laughed and shrieked with delight with each bit of my offering. After I calmed down, it became apparent that my release marked the end of our fun. Despite his still raging boner, Jake was distracted by the humor of seeing me lose control, the shock of seeing semen for the first time, and his reaction to the viscous fluid attached to so much of his body. That reaction was summed up in his one word response: "Gross!" blurted out between laughs. Recovering from my climax, I had a hand against the wall behind Jake's head for balance as I surveyed the damage, "We need to get you cleaned up," I told him with a laugh, my cum seeming to cover his torso from neck to nuts. The giggly boy was still hard, his little penis also bathed in my seed, a sight that threatened to keep my erection intact. But, while young at the time, I wasn't a teenager, so in short order I began to deflate. "We can use the shower to wash off," Jake suggested, "it's right across." I was surprised how non-chalant he was, unfazed by this seemingly monumental occasion. I was starting to understand that this was what he had in mind all along. Being entitled, it made sense that if he wanted to see and do these things, he'd make it happen. It was educational to me, I realized that it was possible to bend the world slightly to my will. If a ten-year-old could make his desires come true, there was no reason that I couldn't too. We got up, Jake careful not to leave any tell-take drops to soak in to the wooden benches, holding his hand under his balls to catch anything that threatened to run off of his body. Since I had a free hand, I unlocked the door to the sauna, which luckily no one had tried, and was just about to open it, when I realized that a warning may be in order. "You know that you can't tell anyone, right?" I asked. "Duh!" he said with a laugh, "I'm not stupid. How would this happen again if I told someone?" he added, presenting his logic, and perking up my ears. "So you want it to happen again?" I asked in response to his statement. "Oh, yeah!" he answered happily, "I want to do it all the time! Next time, I want to do more," he threw in. I decided to let that lie and let my imagination run wild considering what he had in mind. I just smiled and opened the door, peaking outside to make sure that the coast was clear, then Jake hustled across into the shower room and closed the frosted glass door. I was decent now, not having any evidence to wash away since I had left it all on Jake, so I wrapped myself in a towel to wait my turn. When we were done, we returned to the pool deck, dressed in street clothes. As Jake guessed, not a soul knew that we had left, and I got to hang out with this cool little guy for another couple of hours, earning points with my boss. I even got a tour of Jake's bedroom, the sight of much magic to come for the boy and me over the next three years. When I was leaving, as the man whose son I had molested shook my hand and thanked me for being so good to him, it was as if a light switch had been thrown on the world for me, and I could see the future clearly for the first time. Something made me turn around after the door closed, and I caught one small figure looking out through the glass in the dark. The boy who had flipped that switch brought his shadowed hand to his lips, and proceeded to blow me a kiss goodnight before turning away and disappearing into the dark of his home.