Adam? Yes, Matty.

We lay there petting for a while and expressing our love, until Matty looked into my eyes and said, "Adam?"

"Yes Matty."

As a quick aside, it was this exact moment that I realized that, although the call-and-response thing had been a game to Matty for a while, it had now become something different. The boy simply loved saying my name out loud, and hearing me say his in return. It had become a bonding thing for him, and from that moment forward it was a bonding thing for me, too.

So anyway, we said Adam Yes Matty.

"Can we do sex for a really long time today?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking," I said with a smile. "There's no place I'd rather be than in bed with my sweet, beautiful, sexy boyfriend."

A lot of boys would have rejected sentiments like these on the grounds of being too girly, but Matty clearly ate them up. And don't go thinking it was because he was effeminate or anywhere on the transgender spectrum. No, Matty was all boy, but he just wasn't hung up on gender stereotypes, thanks to the progressive attitudes of his mother.

Like many boys he enjoyed sports, but only playing them, not watching them. Once when I put the baseball game on at home he watched for an inning and remarked, "What's so great about sitting on a couch watching other people have fun?" He liked video games, but pretty much only racing games until the fantasy quest-type games came out a few years later, rescuing princesses and shit. He was never into violent games at all.

He dressed like a boy and played mostly with boys at school and thought dolls and mermaids -- and unicorns (sorry Tommy) -- were silly.

The jury would be out for some time on whether Matty was gay. That was something he'd have to figure out in due course. Most of the boys I'd had sexual relationships with had grown up straight. Just because a boy likes a blow job doesn't mean he's gay. Who doesn't like blow jobs? And I myself have more than a touch of gay in me, and I present completely as masculine. No, you can't tell anything about a person's sexuality from these outward signals.

I think Matty liked these compliments because they came from me, and he loved me. I decided to keep it going.

"Your body is so soft and sweet and precious," I said, getting a big grin from Matty, "that I just want to eat you up. I want to kiss and lick and suck every inch of you."

He didn't laugh. "OK," he said. "There are lots of places on me that you have never kissed or licked or sucked."

I warmed quickly to the idea of a round-the-world tour. "Yeah, OK," I said. "Just tell me what you want."

"Well..." he began, "you've never sucked... my nose!"

"Your nose!" I said with a chuckle, and he laughed heartily. I knew he was being cheeky and silly, and I wanted to play along.

"Yes," he said. "Suck my nose!"

I ducked my head lower than his and peered up at him.

"What are you doing?" he giggled.

"Checking for boogers," I said, and he cracked up. "No, seriously," I said. "Go in the bathroom and blow your nose with some toilet paper. I will do anything you want, Matty, for real. But one of my rules is it has to be clean. I don't do boogers, or pee, or poop..."

"Poop!" he exclaimed. "Oh, yuck! Why would you even think of that?"

"People think of all kinds of strange things," I said. "I'm just telling you that I'm not into that sort of thing."

"Well I'm sure not either!" he said emphatically. "Eww, now I have that in my head!"

"You have poop in your head?" I asked dryly, and that made him laugh and he was back into his playful mood.

"Forget my nose," he said. "Let's think of someplace else."

"I don't think I ever kissed your eyes," I said.

He thought for a second and said, "No, I don't think so. OK, kiss my eyes."

His lids closed in preparation and I took his pretty head in my hands. His beautiful blond waves felt silky and wonderful between my fingers, and I couldn't resist caressing them for a moment. Then I brought my lips to his left eye and gave it a gossamer soft kiss, then repeated on the right. His lovely green eyes fluttered open and he smiled sweetly.

"That was nice," he said earnestly.

"Yes it was," I agreed. "Where else?"

"The inside of my elbows!" he said, pleased to have thought of something.

I duly kissed the inside of each elbow. The skin was very soft there.

"You've never kissed my feet," Matty said.

Oh, Christ, I thought. Here we go again with feet! I really hoped he wasn't too hot on this one, because I intended to be this boy's lover for a long time to come and I didn't really want to spend the next several years sucking toes. I would do it if it made him happy, but I didn't really want to. Still, I decided to give him the full treatment, like with little Brian. Matty deserved to know whether this was his thing or not. And besides, he really did have pretty feet.

I knelt, well, at his feet, and lifted one to my mouth. They were already nice and clean from the pool and shower, so I proceeded to the actual deed. I tenderly licked across the five toes, and down the sole of his foot, and back up the arch, and proceeded to engulf and suck each toe one at a time. I looked up to his face, and though he wore a smile, he didn't look enraptured like Brian had.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"It's nice," he said. "I always like your mouth on me, but it's not shooting lightning bolts up to my dick."

Thank God, I thought, and let his foot back down. "What else may I lick for you, good Sir?"

He laughed. "Lick the backs of my knees, knave!" he commanded, and laughed again.

As it happened I had actually licked the fronts of his knees before, that is, the kneecaps. They were handy one night, and what the hell? I motioned him to roll onto his stomach and I lay on my stomach between his open legs. His butt was beautiful, of course, but I forced myself to focus on his knees. It was actually fun to lick and suck there. Again, like the inner elbows, very soft but at the same time sinewy, with prominent tendons and cartilage. I heard him moan softly, and knew this was a minor winner to place in the tool box.

Of my own volition I began to trace my tongue from the back of his right knee, drawing a line of saliva down his calf to his ankle. Then I lifted off and brought my mouth down on his left ankle, where I began to trace upward along his other calf, through the knee joint, and further up, slowly, slowly following his hamstring up to his amazing, round, pink-white butt cheek. Even though it abandoned the game of kissing new territory, he sighed and opened his legs a bit more, because I had kissed my way around his beauteous gluteus many times before, and we both had enjoyed it immensely.

I kissed, mouthed and tongued the soft flesh of his delicious buns, freely crossing from left to right and back again. But then, in a move new to Matty, I began to purposefully lick the very top of his crack, right on the dimple of his tailbone.

"Oh," he said; a sigh not an exclamation. "That feels good."

I licked around and around the bony depression, then began to slide my tongue due south, into the cleft itself.

"Oh!" he said, this time in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Something I think you want me to do," I said, and resumed my southward push.

"Oh, Adam," he said. "I never... I mean, you don't have to..."

I pulled his cheeks apart with my fingers and gazed upon the dusky pink orifice only inches from my eyes. It was completely relaxed and open, and I realized that despite his protestations he wanted this, and had probably wanted it for a while. I slid my tongue forward and tickled his waiting little hole.

"Ohhhh!" he moaned. "Oh, Adam! I can't believe you're doing that!"

I didn't answer, just moved in a little closer and started to swirl my tongue around and around the circumference of his anus. There was no resistance whatsoever, not in his sphincter or his butt muscles. His body knew what it wanted, and it was letting me in.

"Oh, Adam! It feels so good!"

I moaned my appreciation of the compliment, then began to suck ass with purpose. I hadn't done this very many times in my life, and in fact this was the very first time I'd really wanted to. But I was nothing if not inventive within the oral arts, and I licked and swirled and probed my tongue into the opening until I figured out what Matty liked best, which turned out to be deep probing with my stiffened tongue. I was pretty sure the tip of my tongue was getting in at least as far as my finger had in the shower, and I could feel Matty's excitement rise with every thrust.

"Adam?" he asked, with much more urgency than this word usually carried.

"Yes, Matty," I said, then quickly reinserted my tongue.

"Can you still do this if I lay on my back with my knees up like you did when my finger was in you?"

"Sure," I said. "Flip over."

Matty scrambled to his back and raised his knees to his chest, opening his beautiful butt hole even more than before. I moved into position and resumed rimming, getting my tongue a quarter inch deeper.

"Adam?"

"Yes, Matty."

"Would you jack me off at the same time?" he begged. "I think if you do that I can have a really, really good cum!"

I didn't answer, just found his rock-hard dick with my thumb and two fingers and began the motion he loved so much. I tried to match the speed of my strokes to the thrusts of my tongue into his hole, and in no time, having helped him get there seven or eight times by now, I knew he was on the final glide path.

My perception of his climax was different this time, however. Consider the human tongue, the most sensitive sensory organ in the body. There's a reason babies put everything into their mouths: they are exploring the world with the organ that will give them more information than any other. The tongue can distinguish taste, of course, but also texture, motion, vibration, temperature, shape, and size. Until they master the coordination of all five senses, the mouth is a baby's best tool.

And there I was, receiving the pulses and shocks of Matty's pre-orgasmic buildup through my most sensitive organ. True, I'd had my mouth on his penis for several of those previous orgasms, but this time I was getting the signals through the single most intimate portal in his body, the anus. It is the center of our being, a place so sensitive that most people can't entrust it to even their most beloved partner. I could feel Matty's micro-tremors even before he could, and I knew without doubt that my boy was building up to something massive.

"Deeper!" he cried. "Push your tongue in!"

I stiffened my tongue to its maximum ability and thrust it as deeply as I could.

"Ahhhhh!" he yelled, so loudly I feared the neighbors would hear. His sphincter clamped down on my tongue almost to the point of pain, and his hips bucked violently as he came. Spasm after spasm wracked his tiny body, and his arms pounded the bed at his sides. I rode him all the way down, not releasing his cock or his ass until the contractions slowed and stopped, whereupon I rolled away, near exhaustion myself.

"Oh my God," he finally sighed. "That was the best one ever!"

I crawled up the bed into his embrace and we simply held each other, panting and heaving from our exertions.

"I wanted you to do that," he finally said, "ever since the first time you touched me there, but it was just such a weird thing to ask. I thought it was weird for me to even think of it."

I smiled and took his hand. "Matty, you can always ask me for anything. I will never laugh at you or get mad at you or think you're weird," I said. "I may not do something if I don't like it, but it doesn't mean you're weird or bad for wanting it."

"But just today you said you don't do poop," he said, "and then you licked me where the poop comes out!"

I chuckled. "You were nice and clean," I said. "We just swam, and we showered, and when I put my soapy finger in you it cleaned you out really well. But you're right, I wouldn't do that if your butt was dirty. We'd have to wash you first."

"Adam?"

"Yes, Matty."

"Why do I like it? My butt hole, I mean."

"Different people like different things," I said. "You must be what they call `anally erotic.' That means you get sexual pleasure from the feelings in your anus, which is the medical term for your butt hole."

"Yeah, but why?"

"There are a lot of nerve endings in and around the anus," I said. "I happen to like the feelings from there, too. Maybe everybody would like it if they gave it a chance, I don't know. Or maybe some people get wonderful feelings there and others don't. I don't really know exactly how it works, but it seems to me that the more pleasure a person can get the better. I think you and I are really lucky that we can get such great feelings from our butts. And you are even luckier than me because you also get great feelings from your nipples. But I will tell you this: take your pleasure where you can get it, and don't look a gift horse in the mouth."

He wrinkled up his brow. "What the heck does that mean?"

"That's an old-fashioned expression that means if something is good don't bother asking why. Just enjoy it."

"Adam?"

"Yes, Matty," I said, expecting another deep question.

"Can we order a pizza? I'm starving!"

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