Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2017 03:31:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Adventures of a Teenage Hitchhiker VII The first sex scene is bi-sexual in nature. In order to preserve the gay integrity of this story I chose not to go into detail. If you are dying to have more in depth details then go to the bi-sexual adult/youth folder and read TRACY'S FIRST SNAPPER which was posted the same day as this one. Needless to say there is a vast difference between the two versions. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summer slid into September, school and of course Fall. The weather stayed pretty decent into October so I continued to hitchhike and make money and to spend as much time with Nigel as I could. As I said at the beginning, I'd made a little over 10 grand over the summer. I'd let Mr. Mastay hook me up with a few of his friends, men who had seen me at the party. Needless to say he was more than anxious to make up for what had happened that night so the guys he hooked me up with were high rollers but more importantly they were very respectful. They knew at the outset that my asshole was completely off limits to everything except a tongue. I loved getting rimmed and I found that men loved rimming me especially since I kept the area mowed on a regular basis, not that there were more than a few hairs down there. In the beginning I ran the names by Nigel and he approved each and every one of them. While Nigel continued to suck me off on a regular basis he didn't complain when I went with other men although he still abhorred my penchant for hitchhiking. The old guy called me son from time to time and when he did it made my heart swell and made me feel a little guilty about seeing other men. I'd taken to being a little more interactive with guys, willing to suck their dicks, but of course it cost them. If I was going to even touch another guy it was going to cost him a c-note right off the bat. Anything more than just touching or fondling and my rates went up although in all honesty it was mostly just with Mr. Mastay's friends. I learned early on that the average guy that picked up a young hitchhiker generally didn't have a lot of disposable cash despite how cute and adorable they were although there were some that did. I was lucky if I could swing a fifty out of most of them though so needless to say, I didn't do a great deal of touching squeezing or sucking on those road trips. With Mr. Mastay's friends I averaged about 150 bucks an hour, the hourly wage being his suggestion. I was generally good for a couple of hours, able to cum 3-4 times during a 2 hour encounter. Most of them wanted me for that long or longer. I was learning to control my orgasms, understanding my body much better. I was also learning about what men wanted, how they wanted things to play out. As I said at the beginning, most men wanted to believe I was a virgin and they were my first, even though the ones that Mr. Mastay set me up with already knew a little bit about me. I discovered a few of them wanted me to role play, sometimes as a little girl. The first time I did that I only made 3 hundred bucks for it. After that the price went way up. I still hadn't been fucked and I wanted to be. I'd fucked a few of Mr. Mastay's friends to their infinite delight and of course I charged accordingly. Plenty of them wanted to fuck me and I'd ended up being offered up to 1500 dollars by one guy who wanted my cherry. I didn't do it. I was already making a grand a week. It only took a few hours a week with Mr. Mastay's friends to make that kind of money so it wasn't about the money. I didn't want some old guy to be the first to plow my ass unless it was Nigel and he wasn't, you should pardon the expression, up to the task. I would have let James fuck me but he wasn't interested in boys that much besides he knew that Nigel loved me like a son and he wouldn't do that to the old man. And in truth, I think James thought of me as the younger brother he never had, despite the fact that my eyes were round. No, I wanted a younger guy to be my first asshole lover; no one over college age but at least a few years older than me. I also wanted to at least care for the guy and since I mostly only did one time encounters, that part was going to be difficult. The weekend before Thanksgiving I got picked up hitchhiking by a guy that appeared to be college age. I sat in my typically provocative pose and of course he glanced at my crotch. "So, where ya headed," he asked, prying his eyes off my dick and looking at my face. "No place in particular," I told in my usually evasive manner. He asked if I felt like a little party and I told him I didn't drink or use drugs. He said that was fine because neither did he. "What did you have in mind then?" He told me he'd like to suck my dick, make me cum, stuff like that. "I don't mess with guys for free," I told. "A little hustler." He said it as a statement and not a question. I told him I was from a very poor family and let it go at that. He shrugged his shoulders as if agreeing with me because my clothing certainly backed my statement. "How much," he asked and I put it back on him by asking how much he was willing to pay. He told me, I laughed. "You better let me out right here then." A few minutes later he had upped the ante into something respectable, I nodded my head, and we headed toward his house on the east side of the city. I had the opportunity to check him out as he drove and decided that things could be worse. He was a rather good looking guy with black hair cut a little long although shorter than mine. He said he was a student at the U and working toward a sociology degree which didn't mean much to me. I got to thinking that he was about the right age I was looking for to fuck me and he seemed nice enough so I started contemplating the possibility. I'd already decided that whoever I finally let put his cock in my boy pussy, a term that I didn't care for much, wasn't necessarily going to have to pay for it. That didn't rule out the money factor of course but coinage wasn't the primary consideration. We got to his house, his name was Seth by the way, a nice looking home in what appeared to be a moderately nice neighborhood. Inside, the place was neat and clean, the furniture a little on the old side but not ripped and torn up. "Want something to drink?" I nodded my head, said a coke would be fine. I plopped down on the sofa and a few minutes later he came back with a couple cokes and handed me on. "So, how do we go about this," he asked and I told him that was up to him. I could just take my clothes off or he could undress me, we could both take our clothes off and be done with it, I could just take my jeans and underwear down and he could play suck or touch, whatever he chose. "Okay," he responded. "Well, in all honesty I've never been with a boy. I mean, as an adult. I did stuff with friends when I was your age but that's about it." "Okay," I said, "so why now?" I'd heard a variety of stories but wasn't prepared for what happened next. "He's doing it for me," a voice said from behind me which startled the living shit out of me. I turned my head and saw a girl, or woman, depending on how one defines that, came out from a hallway that probably headed to the bedrooms and bathroom. She came around the end of the sofa, and stood there, sort of looking at me. "Hi, my name is Jenny," she said. "I'm Seth's girlfriend. I'm sorry Seth sort of misled you but it was my idea." Misled wasn't quite what I was thinking but, okay. She went on. "I sort of wanted to see him with another guy and he said he was willing but he didn't want to be with someone our age and we didn't want to advertise, ya know." I wasn't sure I was real keen on having a girl watch me be with another guy, don't ask my why. I wondered what she was going to be doing while I played sexy with her boyfriend and further more I wondered if this was going to be worth more money. "Okay," I said to Seth, "well I didn't know this was part of the deal so we gotta talk money." Seth looked at his girl friend, who smiled and said, "Well, maybe you could fuck me instead." That's how I learned that lotsa girls think that their pussy is golden or something. Like, every guy wants to fuck them and that makes everything even. "Yeah well I'm not really interested in fucking you in all honesty. If I wanted pussy believe me I'd go get it." I took a swig off my coke. Jenny wasn't particularly thrilled at my answer. She was finding out that her pussy wasn't as golden as she thought and that, unbelieving as it may seem, somebody was refusing it. She also discovered that in this instance my dick was worth more than her beaver. I crossed my legs at the ankles and waited. "Okay then, how much," she finally asked and again I put it back on her. "How much is it worth to you to watch your boyfriend suck my cock?" Before she could answer I added, "How much is it worth for you to get fucked by a drop dead cute13 year old virgin boy?" "You're only 13," Seth asked at the same time that Jenny asked, "You're a virgin?" I nodded my head and smiled my best smile. The two looked at each other then put their heads together and mumbled back and forth. Finally Jenny gave me a price and I told her to add fifty bucks to that and she had a deal. She was a little taken aback at that then said, "For how long. I mean, how long will we have you for?" I gave her another smile and told her, "For as long as it takes. I'm not in a hurry." Seth pulled out his wallet and handed me a couple of fifties, some twenties and a ten. I stood and slipped them into my pocket and sat back down. "Now what?" Seth dropped to his knees and moved toward me so I spread my legs out. He reached out and began rubbing at the front of my jeans, pressing and squeezing on my dick. It didn't take long for me to get hard. Off to the side Jenny watched us then took her shirt off and I got my first glimpse of real live tits in the flesh. I wasn't overly impressed but still it made my dick harder. I chose to watch Seth however, who was now undoing my belt, jeans, and zipper. He stopped there, pulled my sneakers and socks off then reached up and hooked his fingers in my jeans and underwear and tugged. I lifted my butt up off the sofa and as soon as my clothes cleared it sat back down. Both Seth and Jenny, cute that they rhymed isn't it, watched as my stiffened cock came into view followed by my balls. In a second my clothes were off and I rested against the sofa back, my shirt pulled up out of the way. "Oh my, he is young isn't he," Jenny said to no one in particular. I'd seemed to get more hairs over the past 5 months and as I said my dick got a little longer too so now I was closing in on 5¾ inches but you could still see flesh through my moss. I was rather proud that a girl was seeing me for the first time. Seth reached out and took hold of my cock and stroked me a few times before leaning forward and placing his mouth over it. I sighed and closed my eyes as the warmth radiated out from my groin and waves of pleasure rippled through my body. "Goddamn that's hot to watch Seth," Jenny said. Seth bobbed there a little bit and I could tell that he was enjoying what he was doing, sucking on a young boy cock. I put my hands on his head. "Oh yeah Seth, suck my cock, take it all in," I panted and I swear that Jenny reached down and pinched her nipples. I don't want to go into detail because my story is about being with guys and not girls, but I'll say that the experience was okay once I got past the visual of Jenny's pussy. Damn but those things are scary looking. I ended up sucking on Seth's cock which wasn't too big, and made him squirt out. He jacked me off and made me squirt as well then surprised his girlfriend by licking my cum off my dick as well as my balls where some of it had run. We did quite a bit of stuff together, all 3 of us, and of course I finally fucked Jenny while her boyfriend watched. Well, he watched part of it because part of the time either she was sucking his cock or I was while I fucked her and I watched Seth fuck her as the two alternated at sucking my cock. Seth dropped me off a couple of blocks from my house and told me any time I wanted to do a 3 way to give them a call. Then he said if I was interested in being just with him to let me know. Of course Jenny didn't need to know about that. I told him I would consider that but it would still cost him and he said he knew that. "You might want to try shaving your balls too, maybe your butthole too," I suggested. I got his phone number and left and when I got to my apartment and slept for the next 12 hours. Those 2 pretty well wore me out and when it was all said and done, I would have done it for a lot less money. Of course I didn't tell them that. Nigel invited me and my mother for the Thanksgiving meal and of course James picked us up in the Rolls. My mom was totally impressed with everything from the car ride to being waited on hand and foot throughout the entire day. Dinner was magnificent and of course Nigel sent most of the food home with us. Afterwards we chatted by a huge fireplace that had a roaring fire and Nigel told my mother a little bit about his life, stuff that I'd heard some of but not all by any means. "I wanted to ask you Maryann," Nigel said to my mother, "if you would mind me taking Tracy to Los Angeles after Christmas." My ears perked up considerably because Nigel had not mentioned a word to me about his taking a trip. "I have to make a business trip and my driver is going with me in order to spend some time with a dear friend of his. I was thinking about taking Tracy to Disneyland and maybe a few other sights." My mother's startled facial expression probably matched my own. Nigel waited patiently for her to recover. "Umm well, gosh Nigel that is a surprise. Tracy has never been away from me, I don't know, I think I'd have to think about it." I was still in a little bit of shock but not so much as to keep from adding my two cents worth. "Mom," I started to say but Nigel shot me a hand signal that said to keep my mouth shut. My mother didn't see it but still looked toward me when I didn't keep talking. "Well, I assure Maryann that Tracy will be perfectly safe in my hands, I'm sure you realize that." Well of course she did and Nigel knew that. He was just reminding her that he'd taken care of me after the beating not to mention paying for everything although he would never in a million years say that. My mom could hardly refuse him. "Well, I guess it would be alright." Her tone of voice told me that she didn't like it but would go along with it. Like I said, she could hardly refuse. Nigel thanked her for allowing me to take the trip with him and James. She started in on it as soon as we left Nigel's and I was glad for the window that separated us from James. Mom was second guessing herself but I managed to get her back in check. She was nervous about it but eventually kept her thoughts to herself. As we moved past Thanksgiving and toward Christmas my hitching slowed considerably because the weather was cold and wet. I spent more time working out with James who said that I was progressing nicely and that he was proud of me. After my workout one day in early December I came out of my bathroom to find Nigel sitting in one of the chairs in my sitting area. Since the beating Nigel insisted that the room be mine so I kept clothes and a few personal items there. I went over to where he was sitting and placed a foot on the arm of the chair which of course hiked the towel up on one side. "Are you getting excited about going to LA my boy," he asked and I nodded my head. Nigel reached out and placed on hand on my calf then slowly slid it upward underneath the towel. "I think you will have a wonderful time Tracy, at least I hope so." "I always have a wonderful time when I'm with you Nigel," told him. His hand was warm on my inner thigh and I felt myself start to harden in anticipation of what was to come, which of course would be me. As his hand inched higher I felt the back of it touch my balls then slide along his arm as he reached between my legs, turned his palm up and let his finger play with my butt cheek. "I do so much love your body Tracy," he said softly. "I do so much love you touching it Nigel," I replied just as softly. I wasn't lying either. Despite the action and experience I was getting my heart still lay with Nigel. No matter who I was with there was always the possibility of them going a little nuts or not being particularly gentle with me. I felt completely safe with Nigel. I knew that he was trying as much as possible to make us both feel good but he always would place me first. Nigel's hand turned over and he began to pull it back out, his fingers grazing across my hole, then his palm grazing across my balls. He then cupped the sensitive eggs, the warmth spreading out quickly causing me to sigh with pleasure, as his finger tickled at the underside of them. A shiver rippled through my body and I reached down, tugged the towel from my waist and let it drop to the floor. Nigel continued to heft my balls, his fingers moving back and forth to feel the eggs and moved them about in their satiny sac. The old man's eyes roamed over my boyhood charms, my flat belly and upward to my chest, already changed since the first time he's seen my naked in the backseat of his Rolls. Nigel's free hand went to my waist and down and then up, moved into the small of my back then down over my butt cheek where it squeezed tenderly. He leaned forward and kissed my belly then gave me little kisses down onto my pubic bone. My cock slid along side his cheek a little before he turned his head to the side, gently moving my boner out of the way, then kissed in my soft brown moss. He kissed at the base of my cock, then down onto the wrinkled top of my sac before moving up to kiss the side of my shaft until he reached the top. Nigel moved his head in order for my dick to return to its upright position. I was looking so watched his tongue snake out and lap up the precum that had leaked out of the slit. With both hands still moving, one on my butt and back, the other playing with my balls, he opened wide and took me into the warm cavern of his mouth. Again, the warmth of him spread outward like ripples on a pond. I closed my eyes, inhaled sharply as Nigel moved his head up and down, taking my entire cock into his mouth before sliding back to the head, only to return. My standing leg was beginning to tire despite the practice that James had me perform in order to strengthen it as well as my kicks and improve my balance. He would have me stand in a fighting stance then slowly lift my leg in the cocked position prior to a kick. I would then perform the kick, bring the leg back into a cocked position and perform the kick again. He would have me do that in slow motion, repeating each of the 3 primary positions 5 times. Then I would face the opposite direction and do it again on the other side. Nigel stopped however before I had to and asked if would like him to honor the temple of Priapus. I nodded my head and brought my other foot to the floor. I walked over to my bed and climbed on, immediately pulled a pillow from the stack at the head of the bed then lowered my upper body and hugged the down filled pillow. Needless to say my ass was in the air and because my knees were spread, my hole was open and ready for attention. My bed was an old fashioned wooden thing, the frame huge but also fairly high off the ground. This put my ass at a perfect height for Nigel. Nigel seemed to love rimming me and I damned sure loved having it done. I felt his hands on my cheeks which he rubbed gently all over and in the process allowed his fingers to explore the puckered muscle and the underside of my nuts which of course were hanging like so much fruit between my pale thighs. A second later I felt Nigel's tongue swipe across my puckered hole and felt a slight wave of dizziness as the man began to thoroughly and totally explore the entire region. That meant that he licked down onto the flesh of my ball sac, his tongue working in and out of the folds of the soft sensitive skin or the eggs themselves which moved in their free hanging container. Nigel alternated between the two main targets but also licked up and down my perineum so really, there was nothing untouched. My heat levels rose quickly, the feelings so intense that I reached behind myself and pulled my butt cheeks open further. I wanted a cock in there so badly but when Nigel was licking me there the desires and the feelings were at their most intense. Nigel of course knew all that so when he pulled away from me I knew that it was time for him to finger fuck me and make me cum so rolled over onto my back and pulled my legs back. Nigel had gone to the night stand along side my headboard and brought back a towel and bottle of lube. "Are you ready to try something new and intensely gratifying my boy?" I nodded my head wondering what he had in mind. As much as I was willing to have Nigel fuck me I knew that wasn't going to happen. Hell I'd never even seen his dick. I watched him reach into his pocket and pull something out, which he held up for me to see. It was a fake cock, a dildo. The thing was smaller in circumference than my cock but longer. "I think that this should suffice for your first cock Tracy, despite its cold phoniness." I agreed with him. He set the stuff down alongside me then poured some lube on the middle finger of his right hand then slowly inserted it into my hole. I loved the feeling when Nigel penetrated me that way and allowed my eyes to close in order to block out anything that would detract my attention from my asshole. Every time Nigel ran his finger across my prostate I shivered at the extreme pleasure it created. I heard a soft pop noise but ignored it as my heat levels continued to rise. Nigel took me to the brink of orgasm 3 or four times and just when I thought I was going to cum his finger came out of me and my asshole stretched out from the head of the dildo being put in its place. Nigel stopped as soon as it was in and I assumed that it was to allow me to adjust to the larger size. "Oh gosh Nigel, don't stop. Put it all the way in," I panted to him. Yeah it hurt some but not much and I was so hot to get fucked that I just wanted to feel the whole thing inside of me. He did as I asked and a moment later it was done. Nigel reached between my legs and took hold of my raging cock and began to stroke me at the same time that he began to fuck me with the dildo. He'd managed to get his left hand all lubed up when he smeared the dildo so his tight fist sliding back and forth over my cock head almost caused me to faint on the spot. As Nigel fucked my ass he moved the dildo from side to side, going in and out at different angles and creating different feeling, all of them intense. But when he angled upward the thing moved across my prostate, just like his finger had, and I began to moan. My breathing picked up speed along with the ministrations of Nigel's hand and the cock. I felt myself taken higher and higher and then he slowed down to barely moving, and keeping his fist off of my cock head. When I had cooled down some he resumed his work, again taking me to the peak and slowing down again. He fucked me and stroked me for a good 5 minutes before I finally cried out to him for release. "Oh God Nigel for fuck sake make cum, make me cum, God I need to cum Nigel, please," I almost sobbed. I never cursed around him and Nigel never cursed in front of me but he knew well the intensity of feelings during sex and while I still rarely cursed there were times when I couldn't help myself. Nigel did as I asked. He took me back up the elevator into a complete fog of hotness then fucked me over the brink. I screamed out as I came, felt the warm wetness of my sperm hitting my face. "Oh shit oh fuck," I panted and pulled my legs back further, not that there was anywhere to go with them, as my body was wracked by the spasms of possibly the best orgasm I'd ever had in my life. I felt a second spurt of cum hit my chin as my body went through another ripple of pleasure. I opened my eyes, sort of, and saw spots as though a flashbulb had gone off in front of me and still Nigel worked on me. He'd kept his hand off my cock head as I squirted and kept the head of the dildo right where my prostate was and kept on rubbing the small organ all but driving me crazy. "Put your feet flat on my chest," Nigel demanded and I did which allowed my hands to grip and pull at the comforter beneath me. "Aaaggghhhhh," I grunted as my dick offered up another glob of sperm. I didn't feel any more stuff hit me after that but could still feel my cock spasm another two or three times. Nigel began fucking me again although slowly, allowing my body to come down off the extreme high that I'd been on. He continue to stroke me, sliding up over my cock head once every three or four strokes until I finally had to giggle and ask him to stay off the head. Finally he let go of my dick but left the dildo in my ass for just a little bit while I lay there panting like a marathon runner. He finally pulled it out slowly and when it was gone I felt a sort of sense of loss, like I wanted it back in there. Nigel stepped back and I gently lowered my legs until they dangled over the edge of the bed. I lay there panting and a moment later felt the extreme warmth of a washcloth on my cock and balls then the pressure of Nigel's hand holding it tighter against my flesh. Oh man that felt good. After letting me revel in the feelings he cleaned my dick off then wiped up my sperm, working gently on my face. I lay there like a little child allowing him to take care of me. He had done it sometimes when I was recuperating from the beating and I knew that it allowed him to feel something almost parental. I felt movement on the bed and knew that Nigel had sat down next to me. He hadn't cleaned my butt hole and I figured that he'd let me take care of that myself in the shower. I opened my eyes and looked at him, returning the gentle smile that he was giving me. I reached and took his hand. "That was incredible Nigel," I said softly, "totally incredible. Thank you." He gave my hand a squeeze and said the pleasure had been all his then quickly amended. "Well, not all mine, of course." I sat up and kissed him, catching him off balance. Up until this point in time kissing hadn't played much part in my escapades. Gabriel had kissed me as had Adrian but that was about it, but for some reason I felt compelled to kiss Nigel. I took the wash cloth from his hand then headed for my bathroom, Nigel calling out after me to give the dildo a bath as well. Christmas break finally arrived and I was more than ready for it. I'd studied my ass off since school started and was looking at honor roll, maybe even a 4.0 come the end of the semester. I needed a break. I'd gotten all my shopping done, not that there was a lot of it, and surprised my mother on Christmas morning with a new coat as well as a studio portrait. My school pictures had sucked. Of course she said I spent way too much money but I told her that Nigel knew some people so it wasn't as much as she thought which was a small lie. I could afford it though; I had almost 20 grand in the bank. Sex definitely paid. Once again we were invited for dinner with Nigel and this time James joined us. We exchanged gifts and while Nigel had promised to keep it simple so as not to embarrass my mother he managed shocked her out of her socks when he took us out to the garage. He had bought her a car. Granted it was used, a 3 year old Mustang, but Nigel had insisted that she take it. "Look Maryanne," he said. "Your old Buick is exactly that, old. And it's a gas guzzler that keeps breaking down. This really makes more sense and besides, I know a lot of people in this city and I practically stole the car. Believe me." Mom finally said yes but not without a great deal of tears, thank you's and hugs, that latter of which threw Nigel off balance. He could hug men or boys all day long but was uncomfortable as all hell with women. He'd gotten me an 8 track stereo system for my bedroom at home and I'd gotten him a pen set that James had me pick out. As we got ready to head back home Nigel reminded me that James would be picking me up about two. I nodded my head, hugged him. Mom hugged him for the millionth time, and we left. She didn't talk a lot until she got out of the area where Nigel lived and into more familiar territory. Finally she said, "I can't really believe this Tracy. I mean, a car for hell's sake." My mom didn't curse much. "I don't know what to say; I don't know what to do." "You don't have to say or do anything mom, just enjoy the gift," I told her. She felt as though she had to go one but I finally stopped her. "Mom. Nigel doesn't have anybody. No family, anywhere. He enjoys doing things for his friends and the few people he cares about. He could afford to by a whole car lot if he wanted to and not miss the money. Trust me." She wanted to know how I knew so much which was silly because she how much time I spend at Nigel's. Anyway, I told her that James had told me quite a bit about Nigel. That was true but over the almost 6 months that I'd known the man I learned a great deal from him as well. Nigel wasn't just rich, he was really rich. He'd been an only child of wealthy parents and had inherited their wealth then built on it. The only reason he'd bought mom a used car was to insure that she would accept it. Nigel was nobody's fool. Traffic was light so we were home in about 30 minutes. At home I got my stereo system up and threw in one of the dozen tapes that Nigel James had given me as a gift. He knew I liked the Doors, The Stones, Joplin and Airplane and that sort of stuff cuz that's what he'd play on the car radio when he was taking me somewhere without Nigel in the care. Mom and I watched TV and had some of the pie that Nigel had sent home with us and around 9 mom said she was going to bed. She had to get up early the following morning for work so kissed me goodnight, told me to have a wonderful trip even though she wished I wasn't going. I rolled my eyes at her and she said, "I know, I know," then kissed me on the forehead, thanked me again for my gift then went to bed. I sat there contemplating the trip and what that was going to be like. Gosh, going to Disneyland. A quiet tapping on my front door brought me right out of my dreaming. I wondered who the hell could be knocking on my door that late on Christmas night. Anybody knocking at any time was strange so this was like, really strange. I went to the door and leaving the chain in place opened it a crack. A boy a little older than me was standing there, bundled up in a winter jacket, muffler and stocking cap with a look of concern on his face. I thought I recognized him but couldn't place him, then he pulled his stocking cap off and said, "Hey Tracy. It's me, Gabriel." I closed the door, slid the chain then opened it again, putting my finger to my lips in a motion to be quiet. He came in and I closed the door then turned and signaled him to follow me. I went into the little dining nook and around the corner into the small narrow kitchen, the farthest point in the apartment from my mom's bedroom. Leaning up against the counter I said, "Hey." He wanted to know if it was okay him being there that late which I thought was kinda weird since I'd let him in. I said yeah then asked what he was doing there. I mean, he lived somewhere in Montana or something which to me might as well have been on the other side of the country. He said that his family had come to spend the holidays with his grandmother. "So, how are you anyway?" I told him I was fine. Then he said that my mom had told him what had happened to me. I smacked myself on the forehead with the heel of my hand. I'd all but forgotten that I'd only seen him that one time; that the beating had taken place that evening and I hadn't gone back to our apartment for over a month. He said that my mom had told him I'd had an accident so I took the time to explain a short version of the incident, electing to tell him I'd been jumped and electing not to tell him all the stuff about sex. "I was so worried about you and scared Tracy," he said in voice laced with concern. He seemed very sincere about it and about my now being in good health then asked how long I was on break for. I told but then also told him I was leaving for California the next day. Boy oh boy you'd a thought I' double kicked him in the balls he looked so hurt. "I was hoping to spend time with you Tracy? You're such a... " and he stopped, not sure what to say then caught himself. "I just really like you a lot," he said, looking at the floor and not in my eyes. He went on to say that the one time we spend together had been totally boss and he was hoping we could spend time together again while he was here. His meaning was pretty clear. We were standing fairly close to each other each leaning against a counter in a small kitchen and I whispered. "I enjoyed it too Gabriel, being with you." And I had. Gabriel was nice, sweet, honest and open I didn't think he had a mean bone in his body. He seemed like the kind of person I should hang out with and be a regular boy. And then it hit me. Gabriel was perfect; he was everything that I thought I was looking for in someone to be my first lover. I'd seen his cock and it wasn't like Roy's, a fucking Anaconda. He would stretch me out and it would hurt some but I figured after last summer I'd be able to deal with the pain. I looked at Gabriel in an entirely new light and he sensed a change. "What? What just happened Tracy?" I shook my head. "Nothing, I just sort of realized how glad I was to see you is all." Well now, I don't know what else I could have said or done to make that boy light up like he did. His smile, his eyes, everything about him seemed thrilled beyond measure about what I had just said. "Oh man," he said then looked away. "Look Gabriel, I'm not leaving until afternoon tomorrow. Maybe you could come down and we could hang out here; until I have to go." A look of hope spread across his smooth face. "I'd like that, a lot," he said then asked what time. "Well," I said somewhat coyly, "my mom leaves for work about 7. You could come down anytime after that." He almost shook like a little puppy that was glad to see its master and he was all but wringing the stocking cap in his hands. "That would be great. Look, I better go, my parents will wonder where I went," he said then started toward the door but stopped. He looked at me, seemed to pause then leaned forward and kissed me quickly on the lips. "It's really great to see you." He turned and walked quickly toward the door and as he reached for the knob I said, "Wait." He turned to look at me and I raised my head, stood on my toes and put my lips against his but kept them there for a moment. When I broke it off and relaxed back onto my feet I said, "It's really great to see you too Gabriel." He smiled again, opened the door and went out into the cold night. After closing the door I stood there for a moment reflecting on what had happened then thought about what was going to happen. I also noticed that I'd started to get hard. Like I said, I hadn't had that much experience kissing; in fact Gabriel had been the first boy to kiss me. I liked it, a lot. I rubbed at the front of my jeans and sat down to watch TV but my mind wasn't on it. It was on Gabriel, what he's said. I hadn't jacked off that morning, in fact I couldn't remember having jacked off the day before either. My dick was still about half way hard so I stood up and shut the TV off and went into my bedroom to take care of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For over 675 chapters of other great Tag_m stories go to the prolific author's link on the Nifty home page.