Adam? Yes, Matty.

"Shit-fuck and fuck-shit!" Chris shouted, wrenching Matty and me out of our slumber.

"What?" I mumbled as he leaped out of bed. "What's the matter, Chris?"

"It's almost six o'clock!" he said in full-on panic. "I gotta get in the shower. I smell like a fuckin' whore house." He hurried into the bathroom and the sound of running water quickly followed.

"What's going on, Adam?" Matty asked, concerned.

"Chris has a business dinner tonight," I said. "That's why he had time off to play with us this afternoon." I got up and stuck my head in the bathroom door. "What time is the reservation?" I asked him.

"Six-thirty," he answered, jumping into the shower well before it could possibly have warmed up.

"At the Cattlemen's Steak House downtown?" I asked, pretty sure I remembered what he'd said.

"Yeah," Chris said, his voice echoing off the tile.

I turned back to the bedroom and said, "Hurry up and get dressed, Matty. We can clean up at home." Then to Chris I said, "You can drive there by six-thirty-five or so, but the big problem will be parking. There's a garage a block over but the elevators are notoriously slow. Figure another ten minutes at least."

"Shit!" Chris muttered. "Great first impression I'm going to make with the VP of Sales."

"We'll drive you," I said, "and drop you right in front. You can take a cab back."

The shower door slid open even while he was shutting the water off.

"Thanks a million, Adam," he said.

After stretching the interpretation of several yellow lights and speed limits I screeched to a stop in front of the restaurant. With a quick bye-love-you-guys Chris hurried to the entrance. The dashboard clock said six-thirty-one. Matty clambered over the seat to join me in front as we shouted goodbye to Chris and pulled away from the curb.

My boy reached over and put his little hand tenderly on my knee, saying, "Thanks for being so cool about sharing Chris with me. He's a neat guy and the sex was really great!"

"It wasn't exactly me sharing him with you," I said. "It was the three of us fooling around because we all wanted to."

"Yeah, but Chris wouldn't have done anything with me if you didn't want him to."

"He was just being respectful of our relationship," I said. "He needed to be sure I was really OK with it because he cares so much about me and didn't want me to feel bad or jealous."

"You don't, do you, Adam?" he asked softly. "Feel bad or jealous?"

"No, honey," I said with a reassuring smile. "I loved seeing you with Chris, because I could tell how much fun you were having." After a pause I added, "And you weren't jealous of me being with him, were you?"

"Heck no!" he said with a grin. "That was the hottest fuck ever! In fact, I hope you'll fuck me just like that when we get home!"

"Whew!" I laughed, pulling up to a red light. "You just don't give a guy a break, do you?"

Matty peered at me with his head cocked insolently and said, "Look me in the eye and tell me that you want a break."

My eyes grew wide and we both burst into laughter. You just never knew what was next with this kid, although I did accurately predict that his tight little bung hole would pull a jizz out of me so fierce he wouldn't poop it out until roughly the year 2046.

As euphoric as we were on Wednesday, that's how bummed we were on Friday when Chris left town without ever having another chance to play. They were running behind on the training Thursday so he had to stay late to catch up, and he had so little time between his last session on Friday and his return flight to Seattle that he had to bring his bags to the office and go straight from there to the airport.

Matty tried hard to appear upbeat on Saturday to avoid awkward questions from Susan, but I knew he was depressed. When Susan ran out to the store for the forgotten paprika -- without which Chicken Paprikash would just be, well, chicken -- Matty and I had half an hour to talk.

"I wish we had known that we would only get to fool around with Chris once," he complained. "I wouldn't have wasted so much time."

"It didn't seem like wasted time to me," I countered. "You had three giant orgasms yourself."

"Two and a half," he corrected. "The first one was kind of little."

"Even so," I said, "hardly a waste of time. But for what it's worth, I never thought we would sleep half the afternoon away."

Matty looked up at me with disappointed eyes. "It wasn't your fault or anything," he said, "but I really wanted Chris to fuck me, and I wanted to watch him fuck you. It would have been so hot!"

"I know he wanted to, baby, but he ran out of time. Probably ran out of cum, too."

Matty smiled despite himself. After a moment his eyes turned serious again.

"I know you'll love me forever and all that," he began carefully, "but you're always going to be turned on by boys, right? I mean, that's just what you like, and you can't help it."

I looked deep into the beautiful green eyes that I could never lie to. "Yes," I said. "I love boys, and I will love them even after you're not a boy anymore. But that doesn't mean I'll ever stop loving you, and I'll never stop making love to you as long as you still want me to."

Matty smiled and those green eyes projected love back to me. "I know, Adam," he said. "I know I'll always want to make love with you too no matter how old I get, but I also know you'll need younger boys to fool around with after I grow up, and that's OK. I want you to be happy and have the kind of great sex that you like forever."

I took him into my arms and kissed him. "You are the sweetest boy ever," I said.

He hugged me tightly and said softly into my ear, "And you want me to have the kind of great sex that I like forever too, don't you?"

I realized that this conversation was headed somewhere in particular, so I pulled back from the hug and looked him in the eyes. "What are you getting at, Matty?" I asked, careful not to sound accusatory.

"Well," he said, "You showed me that sex is fun even when it's not with the person I'm in love with, like with Jason and those guys. And I've told you all along that I like men, and I really liked being with Chris, so now I'm thinking a lot about what it would be like with different men."

I think I always knew it was coming, but it still hit me like a body blow from the heavyweight champ. It was only right and fair, I guessed. It was never sustainable that I should get to have my Matty plus any of his little friends he could talk into it, but he should be satisfied with only one man. And I knew it didn't necessarily mean one of those men would supplant me in his heart. It's a risk you take in love, and you hope your bond is strong enough to carry you through.

I knew I was never going to dump Matty for a Jason or a Jeremy or a Mike, though in my secret heart I guess I really was hoping there would be even more boys passing through our orbit in the coming years. And though I didn't want to think I was capable of hurting Matty that way, who knew if one of them might be enough to turn my head?

So now he wanted to experience other men, but I was sure he wasn't "shopping" for a new guy. He was just a highly-sexed boy and he wanted every pleasure he could possibly have. I trusted that he didn't want another man instead of me, but in addition to me.

"Do you have anyone in mind?" I asked softly, still coming to grips with it but knowing it was the right thing to do.

Matty was apprehensive to go down this road as well, but he gathered himself and said, "Mike says his Dad has a business trip to New York next week and his Mom is going with because it's their anniversary and they're going to see Broadway shows and stuff. His Uncle Jackie is coming to take care of him."

In a split second my brain filled in the entire scenario right up to where Uncle Jackie whitewashes my boy's innards with his cum. I couldn't help it, but the words right and fair and sustainable flew right out of my brain, replaced by angry and jealous and betrayed. Even as the blood rose in my face I was aware that I was being just the sort of asshole I hated. I wanted my boy all to myself, to be the entire focus of his world, to be his one and only happiness and for him to be glad of it, even while I indulged my own extracurricular urges with his beautiful, fresh little friends. The heat traveled all the way to the top of my head, like a cartoon character that gets mad and turns into a thermometer, the red line rocketing up and blasting out the top of his head in a shower of mercury droplets. It was just as toxic as a mercury shower, too.

My mouth opened to hurl some invective that I knew I'd instantly regret, but the look on my innocent little lover's beautiful, trusting face stopped me cold. All I could do was stare at him, barely breathing.

"Mike already asked his folks and Uncle Jackie, and they said OK, so he invited me to sleep over at his house on Tuesday," he said. "So, can I go?"

If ever there was a Moment of Truth, this was it. Was I bullshitting myself with all my high-minded ideals, of Matty being my true boyfriend and partner, equal to me in everything but experience, and not my possession or plaything? Did he really have rights and autonomy, and deserve to like what he likes and want what he wants, or was I just another selfish, hypocritical prick? I honestly didn't know what I would say until it came out of my mouth.

"Is Uncle Jackie aware of the game plan?" I asked. "Does he know that you're coming over specifically to fool around with him?"

Matty's face flushed, an uncommon sight. "Yes," he said softly. "It would be all three of us, him, me and Mike."

"I see," I said. "And what do we know about Uncle Jackie, besides what Mike told us?"

"What do you mean?" Matty asked. "What else do we need to know?"

I paused, holding his questioning eyes. "Look, Matty," I said. "I know I'm always telling you to simply enjoy your sexuality and let me worry about the bad stuff. Well, I'm afraid now is the time for you to learn about some of the bad stuff. The fact is not every man who is turned on by boys is gentle and friendly and would rather die than hurt a boy. Just like everybody else, there are boy-lovers who only care about their own pleasure and are perfectly willing to take advantage of a kid, or even force him to do things and hurt him.

"Now I'm not saying Uncle Jackie is like that. In fact, I'd be very surprised if he was, since Mike's parents trust him to watch Mike while they're gone. I'm just saying you can't automatically trust someone just because you're hot for him."

"But he's Mike's uncle and they love each other," Matty said.

"I know, kid," I said, "and I'm sure it's fine in this particular case. But if you're going to be fooling around with different men you have to be aware and be cautious. People are not always what they seem. Fortunately you're really good at reading people and I'll bet you'd smell something fishy if there was any kind of problem. There's a thing called healthy skepticism, and it just means that you have to be on the lookout for signs of danger. Will you do that for me, Matty? Promise me that you'll watch out for things that seem off and don't add up properly."

"I promise, Adam," he said, and I could see a tinge of fear in his eyes.

"And also there's the normal requirements for play dates and sleepovers and such," I said. "Both your mother and I have to meet Uncle Jackie and approve of him being in charge of you when neither of us is there."

Matty reacted in surprise. "Mom has to meet him, too?"

"Well sure," I said. "She has to feel comfortable entrusting her baby boy to another person."

Matty realized that by busting his chops with the "baby boy" comment I was deliberately lightening the mood, and he relaxed visibly. I was just as relieved as he was that the ultra-serious talk was over.

When Susan returned from the store I had Matty ask her for permission to sleep over at Mike's house as if he'd never mentioned it to me. As I expected her eyes lit up at being the "go to" parent for once.

"We've never met Mike's uncle, have we?" she said, a question that was really a statement.

"No," Matty said. "I've never met him, either."

"But Mike talks about him all the time," I interjected. "Apparently they're each other's favorite."

"Well, that's good as far as it goes," Susan said. "I still have to meet him, though."

I cringed a little at her saying "I" instead of "we," but I kept my plastered smile.

"I know, Mom," Matty said. "He gets into town tonight, so maybe he could stop by tomorrow."

"That works," Susan said. "I'll call Mrs. Edwards as soon as I get this Paprikash in the oven."

Judging by Susan's side of the conversation the phone call went very well. Apparently Mary Edwards was as fond of her younger brother as she could be, and had Susan smiling broadly at tales of his childhood antics. Susan suggested the whole family come over for Sunday dinner, but Mary begged off due to the need to pack for New York, and they settled on cocktails at four. Mary evidently launched into yet another raucous Jackie story but Susan cut her off, claiming the chicken was burning, though it had only been in for twenty minutes.

"Whew!" she said as she hung up the phone. "Matty, if Jackie talks the way Mary does you won't get a wink of sleep over there."

Matty and I shared a sly smile, knowing another reason he wasn't likely to get any sleep.

Sunday cocktails went fine, though Mike's Dad Josh had begged off to make a last-minute business call before his trip. The sleepover was approved to whoops of joy from Matty and Mike. Uncle Jackie was certainly a card, and clearly a genuinely nice guy who loved his nephew to pieces, but not the sort I'd choose as a friend for myself. He was one of those "always on" people, a raconteur brimming with stories and jokes which, while often amusing, were goddamn exhausting. After an hour Susan and I were exchanging surreptitious looks begging the heavens to make it stop. A small eternity later Mary broke things up, observing that the suitcases were unlikely to pack themselves.

"Thanks again for inviting Matty," I said as I shook Jackie's hand and steered him out the door.

"Tuesday after work I'll pick Matty up at the Park District and drop him at your place about six, if that's OK."

"That's fine, Adam," he said jovially, pumping my hand vigorously. He continued to hold it as a thought occurred to him. "Listen, I'm having pizza delivered for dinner. Why don't you join us? Then you won't have to come back here and eat all by your lonesome."

"Yeah, Adam," Mike chimed in. "We'll have a pizza party!"

"Oh, I don't know..." I said, hoping Jackie would relinquish my hand sometime soon. "I don't want to horn in on the boys' sleepover."

"Nonsense," Jackie said, still holding my hand. "Just for dinner. The more the merrier."

"Yeah, come on, Adam," Matty pleaded, dialing his green eyes up to full persuasive power.

I shrugged and said, "Well, a guy's gotta eat."

"Good good good," Jackie said, pumping the handshake again. "It's settled, then. Tuesday evening, six o'clock."

I managed to extricate my hand. "OK, we'll see you then."

Come Tuesday, Matty was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride to Mike's house. I was a bit nervous for him as well, truth be told. He was venturing into uncharted waters.

"You don't have to do this," I reminded him. "Remember, you never have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with."

"No," he said. "I want to. It's just a little weird."

"Yeah," I said. "I can't help you much with this one, Matty. I never had a prearranged hookup like this when I was a kid, and certainly not with an adult. Sex was always a spur-of-the-moment thing for us. We were in the mood and felt like messing around, so we did."

Matty smiled devilishly at me. "Remember our first time, when you blew me on the couch? Man, that was so great!"

My dick lurched in my pants at the memory. "It sure was," I said. "And completely spontaneous. I was not planning to do that."

"I was hoping you would," Matty said.

"For real?" I asked, stealing a glance at him even though the rush-hour traffic was heavy.

"I didn't really know what I wanted you to do," he said, "except for kissing. I didn't know what else boys could do except kiss. But then when you took my PJ bottoms off of me all of a sudden I knew that I wanted your mouth on my dick. I don't know how I knew it, but boy did I want it!"

"This isn't fair, Matty," I said. "You're making me get a huge boner!"

"Me too," he said and fell silent. I suspected he was anticipating the blow job Uncle Jackie was sure to give him an hour or two hence, and I fought off a pang of jealousy.

We rang the bell at the Edwards' front door at five to six, and it was immediately opened by a grinning and excited Mike, barely dressed in the eleven-year-old summer uniform of t-shirt and shorts and nothing else. The kid was practically bouncing off the walls.

"Hi Matty!" he chirped, and uncaring who might see from the street yanked my boy toward him into a tight hug. "I thought six o'clock would never get here!" He hugged Matty quite a bit longer than boys normally would -- if they hugged at all -- and topped the whole thing off by planting a quick peck of a kiss on Matty's cheek.

Matty shot me a surprised look and then, in a what-the-hell decision, he hugged Mike back and kissed him quickly on the lips, causing Mike to beam happily. I glanced around for rubbernecking neighbors but no one was paying attention.

"Hi Adam!" Mike said with equal enthusiasm. The little guy peeled off from Matty and crushed himself to me, or at least to the bottom half of me. I hugged him and placed a kiss on top of his head.

Mike took both my hands and pulled, saying, "Come in, you guys! The pizza will be here any minute."

Jackie was in the dining room setting the table, and smiled warmly as we entered. "Welcome, my friends! So good to see you," he said theatrically. "Matty, I must say you look adorable in those shorts."

Matty looked down at himself and then gave me a questioning look. They were very ordinary gray shorts, and in fact he had several pairs that flattered his lovely legs much more, but I knew Jackie was just looking for something to compliment. "What do we say, Matty?" I prompted.

"Thank you," he said in the practiced way of boys humoring adult notions of politeness.

Jackie turned to me and offered his hand, making me dread another five-minute handshake. Like with Matty, common courtesy demanded that I shake, but I was relieved that this time it was a normal, friendly greeting. "Glad you could make it, Adam," he said, and I had no doubt he meant it.

"Thanks," I said, beginning to relax. "Who doesn't like pizza?"

"There's more on the menu than that," he said slyly, just as Mike came to me and reached up with both arms. I only looked down at him questioningly.

"Pick me up," he said with a smile.

I did, and he threw his arms around my neck and clamped his legs around my waist, kissing me with white-hot intensity. His experienced little tongue pushed into my mouth and I felt the unmistakable jab of his small erection against my belly. Instantly and automatically I found myself responding, fully joining his kiss and holding him tightly against me. I was peripherally aware of Matty and Jackie both grinning at us, and Jackie taking Matty's hand and pulling him into an embrace. Then both couples were in the throes of it, kissing fiercely and grinding together. A stray brain cell or two hoped the dining room curtains were drawn, but I don't think I could have stopped even if the windows were lined with paparazzi.

Mike broke our kiss for just a second to whisper into my ear, "You don't have to go home right after dinner, do you?"

The implication hit me hard, and at that very second the doorbell sounded.

"Pizza!" Jackie announced brightly, and disengaged from Matty just as casually as he had engaged. I set Mike back on his feet as Jackie opened the door to a very attractive teenage delivery driver carrying a red vinyl pizza-warming bag. He slid two boxes out and handed them to Jackie, who called to us, "Somebody grab these, please!" Both boys rushed to take a box each and carry them to the dining room table. One minute of financial exchange later Jackie closed the door and turned back into the room, tucking his wallet away.

"I don't know which is more mouth-watering," he said, "the pizza or the driver." He shot me a knowing look and said, "He must have been really something five years ago."

This was a new dynamic for me. I had never thought of myself as belonging to any sort of "community" of boy-lovers, but that's exactly how Jackie related to me. I saw how it could be liberating for someone who has lived his whole life in the shadows, afraid every second that his secret will be exposed, to not have to pretend that they don't find boys to be the beautiful, sexy creatures they so obviously are. It was a chance to be completely honest for once and make a human connection with someone who truly understands and doesn't judge. I understood why Jackie had invited me to join the party, and though it was a bit out of my comfort zone, I wanted Jackie to know that I accepted his outreach.

"Yes, um..." I stumbled, "he was quite a cutie, wasn't he?"

Lame, but it made Jackie smile.

"I gave him a good tip," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "but not the one I'd like to give him."

I was stunned to silence at the brashness of the man, but upon reflection I was actually flattered by the trust he extended to me. We weren't very alike, but we did have in common an abiding love for boys, and a belief that above all else boy sex should be fun.

Dinner was delicious, and for me became more and more enjoyable as I got used to Jackie's incorrigible naughtiness. Pizza-related double entendres flew rapid-fire, from his love of scrumptious little sausages to how cute Matty looked with a bit of "sauce" dribbling down his chin. Even the boys followed his raunchy humor and laughed until partially-chewed pizza hit the tablecloth. Jackie reveled in being the life of the party, and somehow I knew he would be just as jovial in the bedroom with Matty. I relaxed a lot with that thought, and I could see that Matty felt it, too.

For at least the third time I caught Mike staring at me across the table, a hungry look in his bright brown eyes. He had a way of tilting his head just enough to let a shock of light brown hair fall casually over one eyebrow, which might have seemed random and accidental if I hadn't observed it half a dozen times already in our brief acquaintance. It really made him look cute, though, and a warm wave of affection coursed through me. Mike smiled a tad smugly. He knew he was getting to me.

The two pizzas outlasted us handily, and Jackie somewhat unnecessarily declared the meal at an end. We all pitched in wrapping leftovers, clearing the table and cleaning up, and as we finished I sensed the electric buzz of anticipation rising in us all.

"I see a lot of grease and pizza sauce on a couple of faces and hands," I said in a teasing, yet parental way. "Run to the bathroom and wash up, OK boys?"

They groused a little but Jackie backed me up. "That's not the kind of grease we're going to need, you guys. Now come on, chop chop!" The second they were out of sight Jackie turned to me and said, "OK, say what you want to say before they get back."

I was impressed, but didn't waste time saying so.

"I don't know what your experience is," I said, "but Matty's only been with me, you know, anally. If there's any question about anybody you've been with in the past three years or so..."

"There isn't," Jackie cut me off, but not angrily as I might have expected. "Look, I wouldn't risk a boy's health if I wasn't absolutely sure. I'm only interested in very young and inexperienced partners, so I'm quite sure none of them had a problem. And if I had the slightest doubt I'd use a condom. That is what you're getting at, isn't it?"

I was somewhat embarrassed at calling him out that way, but he didn't seem to have taken offense. "I have to watch out for my boy, you understand," I said.

"Not to worry," Jackie said. "Your obvious concern is one reason I trust you enough to confide in you."

The boys ran back into the dining room.

"Adam?" Mike began, taking my hand tenderly, as opposed to aggressively as he had when we first arrived. "Want to see my room?"

I looked to Matty, who nodded his smiling approval, and then to Jackie, who did not wear the crude leer I half expected but rather a kind and happy expression, like he was genuinely pleased to see us enjoy one another. I smiled down at Mike and let him lead me to the stairs, glancing back one more time to see Matty and Jackie join in an embrace and a sweet kiss. Matty did not have to strain upward very far to kiss Jackie as the diminutive man was barely a head taller. It made me smile to realize that sixty-nine would work a lot better for them than it would for Mike and me.

Mike's room was a reflection of his freewheeling personality, far messier than Matty's ever was, with toys and games left abandoned where they has last been used, clothes hung on doorknobs and chair backs or strewn on the floor, and a desk piled with comic books, a half-finished model of an F-14 fighter jet and two empty soda cans. I wondered if this was the normal state of things, or if all this carnage had occurred in the thirty-six hours since his mother had left town.

Mike softly closed the bedroom door and stepped next to me as I admired a giant poster of some European soccer star with a name that read like an eye chart. The photo was amazing, the colors intensely vibrant and the focus sharp enough to see sweat flying from his brow as he kicked the ball.

"Great poster," I said. "You a big soccer fan?"

"Not really," he said, "but that guy is super sexy!" His naughty grin faded into a much more serious look as we locked eyes. "You are too, Adam," he said. "I'm really glad it's just you and me this time."

We stood in silence for a moment and I felt myself falling into his welcoming brown eyes. I slowly sank to my knees, putting us nearly at eye level, and a second later we drifted together to softly nibble each other's lips. I wrapped my arms around his tiny frame and we quickly gained heat, our nibbles soon becoming deeply passionate French kisses. We had already kissed several times like this but it still astounded me the way his little tongue attacked mine. Mike knew exactly who and what he was and what he wanted. He was as sexually aggressive as any boy I'd ever met.

Still on my knees, I took the hem of his t-shirt and began skinning it up his torso. He broke the embrace just long enough for me to get it off of him then resumed our intense make-out. Mike's thin upper body was wonderfully warm and smooth and soft, and thrillingly different from Matty's. After a moment he pushed back from me and tore at my shirt buttons, causing me to regret having worn a button-down shirt. With my help he awkwardly got it removed and thrust his mouth back against mine, pushing his tongue hard into my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked, and he moaned loudly.

I fumbled with the elastic waistband of his shorts and was finally able to slide them down, disappointed to find that the underwear had not come down as well. I pawed at them, surprised to feel something incredibly sheer and tight across his narrow ass.

"They're from France," he said between kisses. "Uncle Jackie gave them to me."

I brought my hand to the front and traced my fingers along his small rigid bulge, delighted to discover that the fabric was an open mesh. I just had to see, and so I pushed us apart and gasped at the wonderfully sexy sight of Mike's short stiffness encased in gossamer, virtually transparent nylon. I was simultaneously aghast and thrilled at the concept of see-through underwear for children.

"Oh, God, Mike!" I breathed, and without warning picked him up and sat him on the edge of the bed, his shorts falling off of his little bare feet in the process. I pulled his knees apart and thrust my face into his crotch, licking the length of that beautiful little dick right through the nylon mesh.

"Oh, yeah, Adam!" he exclaimed, his hands coming automatically to the back of my head.

It was amazing to be able to taste his sweet flesh right through his undies. His little balls were also on display, and though there wasn't enough slack in the fabric to actually take them into my mouth I was able to lick them and nudge them around with my tongue in a way that Mike obviously enjoyed. He laughed aloud when I unceremoniously flipped him over to expose his little mesh-covered butt bent over the bed, then sighed as I peppered those smooth globes with nylon-flavored kisses.

Sensing that the time was right, I grabbed the elastic band at the top of those briefest of briefs and skinned them down his sweet little ass. Mike lifted his hips as best he could and the underwear came down, giving me unfettered access to his slim, satiny-soft buns. Impulsively I pulled his cheeks apart with my thumbs and plunged my face into his crevice, my stiffened tongue diving straight for his tiny pink hole.

"Oh, shit!" he cried, clenching in surprise, but he immediately willed himself open and allowed me to penetrate him more deeply than I had even hoped for. His hot little orifice was sweet and clean, his musky scent intoxicating, and his strong ring of muscle pliant under my probing. He gave a low, guttural moan as my tongue invaded him to its limit, and then soft sighs of appreciation as I swirled around and around his most intimate spot.

When my tongue grew tired I stood and tore off the rest of my clothes. "Climb on the bed, baby," I said, and Mike showed me his signature naughty grin as he lay back and opened himself to me. His small, deep pink cock jutted up just as hard as a dick can be, and with a soft but lusty grunt I went for it.

The glorious little thing pulsed and throbbed on my tongue, and he called my name over and over as he crushed my head to him, thrusting fiercely between my lips. I ran my hands over every part of him as I sucked, slurping and savoring the wondrous joy that is a horny boy! I pumped the short length of him, clamping my lips around his pounding cock to give him the maximum friction.

"Suck my balls, Adam!" he implored, and I remembered his rapture when Jason did that in our first encounter, and so I ever-so-gently vacuumed up his small, hairless bag and suckled it, rolling his tender nuts around and thrilling to the way the little scrotum loosened in the warmth of my mouth. I jerked his raging two and a half inches with my thumb and forefinger while I nursed his sack and I felt him arch his back until his butt came off the bed. I cupped my free hand under his ass, holding him six inches off the mattress as I masturbated him with all my intensity and sucked his little nuts with firm tenderness. His breathing was shallow and rapid.

"Something's happening!" he cried as his body began to shake and the muscles of his abdomen clenched and released. My fingers flew along his tiny cock until they threatened to cramp and I sucked his balls for all I was worth. With a noise like a gurgle he hung there arched into the air for what seemed like a minute, and then his stomach convulsed and nonsense syllables escaped his throat as he jerked and spasmed.

It was over far too soon, only three big contractions, but it was a full-on orgasm if I've ever seen one. I crawled up and took him into my arms, holding him as he panted and sweated and his pulse raced. When he caught his breath he rolled into me and pressed a deep, sensual kiss onto my lips that lasted half a minute, then he pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Thank you, Adam," he said. "That's the best I've ever felt in my whole life!"

"I loved doing it for you," I said with a smile.

"Did I cum?"

I chuckled softly. "Yes, sweet boy, you came. And it was a good one, too."

"Did anything come out?" he asked, and looked disappointed when I shook my head no.

"Give yourself a chance, Mike," I said gently. "You're still very young, and you have lots of time. And you know what?"

"What?"

"I think it's really cool when a boy has a big dry cum like that," I said. "I couldn't do it when I was your age."

"You couldn't?"

"Nope," I said. "The first time I ever came I was almost fourteen and had started to get my hair. Boys like you and Matty and Jeremy are very lucky that you can have such wonderful feelings at such a young age. Look at it this way, you get to have cums for three whole years more than I did."

"That's cool for me," Mike said. "But I'm sorry you weren't able to."

"Well, it was a long time ago," I said. "I've had so many great orgasms since then I'm sure I've made up for it."

Mike's devilish smile returned. "You want to have one now?"

I smiled back. "You read my mind."

Mike nudged me onto my back, and I sighed contentedly as his small hand wrapped around my hot, hard cock. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feelings as he expertly stroked me, his soft hand holding me with just the right pressure and jerking me at exactly the right speed. In a moment I sensed a close presence, and I opened my eyes to find his grinning face an inch away. Then he was kissing me, our tongues darting and playing like dolphins.

He pulled off of my lips and began to kiss down my chin and onto my chest. I laced my fingers behind my head and watched him work his way down, thrilling in delicious anticipation. He stroked me steadily as he kissed across my stomach, making me chuckle again when he unexpectedly put out his little pink tongue and drew a circle with his saliva around my belly button. Then he surprised me again by reversing course and drawing a large figure eight around both of my nipples. I groaned in frustration. The waiting was killing me.

Mike used his thumb to spread around a large drop of pre-cum that had formed at my slit, and I was so sensitive that I jumped.

"Come on, man," I begged. "Don't tease me so long."

Without warning Mike gave a growl like a jungle cat and plunged his head downward, suddenly engulfing my cock head. Impossibly wonderful sensations rocketed up my spinal cord and into the deep, primal recesses of my brain, and they only got stronger as he bobbed on my tool for many minutes with seemingly boundless energy.

"Oh, Mikey!" I exclaimed, forgetting his dislike of the nickname, but apparently he was in a forgiving mood. I could see the delighted smile in his eyes as he peered up at me, relishing the pleasure he could give with his talented little tongue. I moaned aloud as he closed his lips around my sensitive tip, sucking and slurping while his small hand excited my shaft. Signals of impending orgasm were beginning softly at the edges of my consciousness, but I knew that soon they would come on fiercely.

"I'm getting close, baby," I said, remembering his aversion to "yucky" cum, and I thought I detected a sly raise of his eyebrows as he watched me watching him give amazing head. He actually giggled around my dick as he straightened himself over me to more of a ninety-degree angle and began to take more of my cock. I gasped in amazement as another inch slipped in because I could actually feel his throat relaxing and opening to accept me. The moist mucus lining of his mouth enveloped me on all sides as his lips sank deeper, and when he finally stalled he had taken at least four inches inside. I could feel my cock head firmly lodged against the back of his throat, which tickled me provocatively as he worked his mouth on me. He threw a glance up to me and his bright brown eyes danced with impish delight.

And then he began to hum.

The vibrations astonished me. There was no tune to his humming; it was more like the drone of a Tibetan monk vocalizing during meditation. What's the classic? Ommmmm? Whatever it was, it really lit my afterburners.

"Mike!" I exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum! Like, right now!"

I barely had the words out when my stomach heaved upwards and I jetted a massive shot directly down his throat. As cool as he was trying to be he couldn't be cool about this, and he backed off to his normal depth of just the head between his lips, but he held it there while my second spurt pumped onto his tongue and he worked to swallow it. His fingers continued to stroke me and I dribbled a third, tiny amount, and he gleefully drank it down. He held me in his mouth for another half-minute until my tremors subsided, then carefully released my slackening cock and beamed up at me.

"Holy Christ, Mike!" I gasped, my chest heaving. "How did you do that?"

Mike climbed up and lay on top of me, face to face. "Uncle Jackie taught me yesterday," he said proudly. "And last night. And then again this morning. It's called a deep-throat hummer."

"Wow!" I said in genuine admiration, embracing him happily. "Boy, you sure learned it well."

Mike beamed again. "Uncle Jackie says I'm the best he's ever seen."

"I have no doubt," I said. I placed a relatively chaste kiss on his lips, meaning it to be affectionate rather than sexy. He seemed to appreciate the distinction, and turned his head to the side to rest his cheek on my shoulder. We held each other silently for several minutes in total contentment.

"Hey Adam?" he said softly.

"Yes, Mike," I said, instantly recognizing the same sort of bond that Matty and I shared over the call-and-response ritual.

"You called me Mikey before."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," I said. "I forgot for a second that you don't like it."

"No," he said. "I like it when you call me that, `cause I know you'd never make fun of me in a million years. When you say it I feel special."

I snuggled him tighter to me. "You are special, Mikey," I said. "You're a sweet, loving boy, and just sexy as all get out!"

He giggled and kissed me, not nearly as chaste as the last one, and I was surprised to feel my cock beginning to inflate again, only minutes after a giant cum. He felt it against his leg and giggled again, loving the effect he had on me.

"Somebody wants to play some more," he said, smiling slyly.

"Only if you want to," I said.

"I always want to!" he giggled. "I'd fool around all day if I could." His expression turned a little more serious as he added, "Especially with you."

I was taken aback. "What about Uncle Jackie?"

"He's great!" Mikey said. "I love him, and I know he loves me. And I love to fool around with him, but it's just not the same as with you. He makes it all funny and jokey, and it's a lot of fun, but you know how he is."

Yes, I did know how he is.

"But you make me feel so special, like I'm the only boy in the whole world," he said with all his sincerity. "Like I'm the one and only boy you want to be with, at least while we're doin' it."

I opened my mouth to speak but he put his finger across my lips to shush me.

"I know you and Matty are special lovers," he said. "I know he's your boy and he always will be. But I also know that you're not thinking about Matty when you're with me. That I'm the boy you want, right then." He looked deep into my eyes. "Right now."

I clutched him to me and kissed him, more deeply and passionately than I ever had. He melted into me, giving all of his young passion in return. I knew he longed to be someone's special lover, to feel the kind of commitment that Matty and I shared, and I wished it for him with all my soul. In the meantime I could give him a bit of my heart, a small share of my genuine love. I just couldn't give all of it, because it was promised to another.

We came up for air and he put his sweet head on my shoulder again. Finally he said, "I had a good talk with Matty last week, the day after we messed around at your condo."

"Oh yeah?" I said.

"Yeah. We both go to the Park District, you know, only I'm not going this week because Uncle Jackie is here. As soon as me and Matty saw each other we knew we had to find someplace private, so we snuck back into this dark hallway where nobody was around and tried a bunch of doors until we found one that wasn't locked. It was somebody's office I think, only it was all dark and dusty like nobody was using it. We locked ourselves in and went way back in the corner away from the windows."

"You did all that just to talk?" I asked.

He looked at me like I was stupid. "No, silly! We wanted to suck dicks."

"Oh, of course," I said.

"It was after the sucking that we talked."

"About what?"

"You, mostly," he said, "and Uncle Jackie."

I had to admit, my curiosity was piqued. "What kinds of things did you talk about?"

"We both said how we fool around with our men," he said. "The stuff we do, and what's our favorite... It made us both super horny and we had to suck again. That's when we decided to set this up, so I could be with you and Matty could be with Uncle Jackie."

"Huh," I said, surprised. "I assumed this whole thing was Jackie's idea."

"Nope," Mike said proudly. "It was mine. Matty says your superpower is an infinite amount of love, and even though he's your special boy, you have enough love left over for a hundred more boys. I kind of knew it already from when we all played around in the condo, and now I really know it for sure!"

I hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead, and he gazed back at me lovingly.

"Adam?" he said.

"Yes, Mikey."

"Do you think your dick would fit in my butt hole?"

I looked at him in surprise.

"Matty says it's the best thing ever," he said. "He loves it when you're behind him on your sides, and you're holding him super tight around his chest and pushing it into him all strong and powerful. I told him I wished I could feel that, and he said he wasn't sure because I'm so little, but that I should ask you."

I hesitated. "I don't know, Mikey," I said. "Did Matty tell you how much it hurt him the first time?"

"Yeah," the boy said. "And that makes it a little scary, but I trust you and I know you don't want to hurt me."

"Well, much as I would love to, I just don't think it's a good idea," I said, truly regretfully. "Certainly not without opening you up first, stretching you out with smaller things, like fingers and maybe baby carrots or something."

Mikey brightened. "That's OK," he said. "Matty told me how you wanted to do it that way with him but he talked you into just sticking it in, and how it hurt for a whole week."

"The worst week of my life. I just felt so bad for hurting him." I paused a second to reflect on what an asshole I was -- again -- for making Matty's pain about my anguish.

"I've got an idea," Mike said. "The other thing Matty told me that I want to try is that around-the-world thing, where you kiss and lick every inch of him. Maybe you could lick every inch of me and end up at my butt hole, and then start opening it up with your fingers."

So that was a fun forty-five minutes!

About ten-thirty I announced that, sadly, I had to go. I started getting dressed but Mikey stayed naked.

"Uncle Jackie wants us to knock on his door when you're about to leave," he said. I figured he wanted to say goodbye and reassure me that Matty was OK. Mikey led me to the guest room door and knocked softly.

"Come in," Uncle Jackie said just loud enough to carry, and we did.

The man and boy lay in the queen-size bed, Matty sound asleep in the crook of Jackie's arm. They were clearly naked, though their bottom halves were covered by the bedclothes. Jackie tenderly stroked Matty's bare back, and I could sense the genuine affection he felt for the boy. It was, in fact, very sweet, and very reassuring.

"Did you two have fun?" Jackie asked, and when it seemed Mikey was about to reply much too loudly Jackie gave him a preemptive shush. "Don't wake Matty," he said. "I'm afraid I rather wore him out."

"Not possible with this one," I said, nudging Mikey playfully, and he grinned up at me.

Jackie's eyes traveled down Mike's body, then he smiled and said, "It looks like he isn't finished yet."

I looked down too and chuckled softly at the rigid little boner jutting up from the boy's hairless pubes.

"Guess what, Uncle Jackie," Mike said softly but eagerly. "Adam made me cum! It was my very first time!"

"Good for you, kiddo!" Jackie said at a similar volume. "Congratulations! Isn't it great?"

"It's the best, even if nothing came out."

"And I hope you made Adam feel great in return," Jackie said.

"No worries there," I said. "I should be thanking you for what you taught him. Oh my God!"

"He asked me to," Jackie said. "He said he was ready for it."

"Matty convinced me," Mike said. "I watched him take Adam's cum that day we all fooled around, and then he kissed me and gave me a taste, and it wasn't so horrible. Then Matty said that it isn't important what it tastes like, that he swallows it because it's Adam's, and it makes him happy to make his man happy." Mike gazed lovingly at Jackie and added, "And I wanted to make my man happy, too."

Jackie beamed at his little nephew, just as Matty stirred and his sleepy green eyes fluttered open.

"Hey you guys," he said softly, still swimming up to consciousness. "How did it go?"

Mikey bounded over to the bed, no longer constrained to whispers. "It was fantastic!" he said giddily. "You were so right! I let Adam do his thing and he made me cum!"

"Really?" Matty said, fully awake now. "Cool! I told you Adam knows a million ways to make it feel great."

"I want to cum again, Uncle Jackie, right now!" Mike begged. "Can we have a three-way? Please?"

Jackie gave a shrug and said, "What are you gonna do?" He threw off the covers, revealing that he and Matty were indeed nude and he was erect.

"Oh, boy!" Mike exclaimed and launched himself into the bed. It was only a queen but it sufficed for a smallish man and two small kids.

"I'll let myself out," I said, backing toward the door as the three of them quickly engaged. "Matty, I'll pick you up here after work tomorrow, OK?"

His answer was muffled by the adult cock in his mouth, but I took it for a yes.

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