Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2016 16:13:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Ballet Boy I really did see this kid and really was to die for cute. Sadly, I was on a mission so didn't actually turn around and go back, but if I had, this is how I would have liked it to turn out. I doubt that there will be more to the story because I'm already losing interest but hey, who knows. I would like to fuck the boy. N-joi, Tag_m ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ He was quite possibly the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. The first time that I saw him was in passing at 30 miles an hour. He was standing by a stop sign on a side road that fed onto the road I was on. He was wearing a pair of tan pants, like Docker's or something, and a bright orange sweatshirt and the obligatory backpack. He was just pulling the hood on so the glimpse that I got of his chocolate colored face was fleeting; only 5 seconds long, if that, but it was enough to cause my impetuosity to go ballistic. I kept going down around a slight corner and turned around on the next side road and came back. If he was aware of me at all I would have been surprised. I turned onto the side road where he was standing and of course he looked up from his cell phone. Yes, he was as gorgeous as I thought. I stopped and zipped my window down and said "Excuse me." The boy smiled, revealing startling white teeth that were orthodontist straight. "Yes sir," he said in a nice clear voice that was maybe half-way to his man voice and stepped toward my SUV. I was taken in by his eyes, a lighter hazel color that, on someone else might seem out of place, but on him they were perfect. I stared for a moment and he brought me back to reality. "Sir, are you okay," he asked, concern very evident in his voice. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I don't mean to embarrass you but you are the most beautiful young man I've ever seen." I swear the boy blushed and put his head down, clearly embarrassed. I apologized again for embarrassing him. "Is there a small park or walking trail close by here; I'm supposed to meet someone." Bald faced lie but I had to say something to keep him engaged. "Yes, go down this road," he said, indicating the road we were on. "Go down a little bit to the first small side street which is on your left and turn there. The park is up that street a little ways on the right hand side." A car came from the opposite way on the road I was on and the boy stepped right up against my door so the driver could get by, our faces no farther than 15 inches apart. "One Million," I said, catching the scent of cologne. "I love that stuff. You have excellent taste." He grinned, sniffed with some exaggeration, then said, "Sauvage; you too have excellent taste. I wear it as well." He was referring to the fairly new Dior men's cologne currently being pitched by Johnny Depp. "Thank you," I said. "What's your name?" He paused for just a second. "Paxton but everybody calls me Pax," he replied. I loved the sound of his voice. "Brandon," I said, leaning back enough to offer my hand which he accepted and gave a gentle almost feminine shake. Pax laughed, a light melodic sound, and flashed his perfect teeth. "What else do you wear," he asked. My audacity surprises even me sometimes. "American Eagle," I responded, "sometimes Papi". I wasn't convinced that he'd get what I said. "Hhmmm interesting I wear American Eagle quite a bit. Briefs or trunks?" "Both," I said, "sometimes jock style." "I've never tried those but I've wanted to," he replied. "I would be more than willing to let you try mine sometime. Do you color co-ordinate?" Pax nodded his head and again gave me a huge smile. "So today is it black with the bright orange waistband and trim," I asked. "You're pretty good," the boy responded then tugged up his shirt and pulled the front of his pants out far enough for me to see the waistband then stepped back enough to lift his pant leg to show me a pair of Polo low cut socks with an orange trim. I knew the toes would be orange as well. "How about you," he asked. I was wearing a pastel green t-shirt so leaned on my jockey box and pulled up the waistband of my briefs. Pax leaned in the window enough to see the light green with thin white striped garment. "Nice," he said, "socks too." I nodded my head. "Do you live around here," I asked him and got a head nod. "Up the road. I have to walk down here on Monday Tuesday and Thursday afternoons so my ride can pick me up and take me to ballet class. She hates having to drive down to the house then come back. Do you live around here?" "Up the road about 2 miles just past the old church with the steeple." He nodded his head, probably familiar with the local landmark. "And you didn't know where the little park is?" The very slight grin plus the tone of his voice told me he was teasing me. "Well you caught me there Pax." He gave me a look that said he expected an explanation "Okay, so I saw you and came back to see if you were as cute as I thought." Again, his expression said he wanted more information. "The answer is yes, maybe even cuter that I first surmised. "Do you always turn around if you see a cute boy?" I nodded my head. "Gotta go, here's my ride he said suddenly," started off then turned, "Monday, Tuesday and Thursday," he said then walked behind my car to get into a Honda Accord. I all but ogled his tight small ass. The car pulled away so off I went. As I turned around I saw the Honda take a right and head toward where I lived. I remembered that there was a ballet studio on a side road a few miles from my house and wondered if that was where he was going and if so, might I be able to offer him a ride in the future. I played the entire episode through my head. As I said, he was cute as all hell. Pax had tugged his hood off as we talked to reveal closely cropped hair. His face was completely smooth and blemish free, just a tad rounded and I could envision more defined cheekbones as the boy aged. His large hazel green eyes were amazing; his nose slightly broad in keeping with his heritage and his lips full and perfect. He was slender, maybe 5'7 and I pegged him to be 14 or 15 years old. I didn't get any idea of what he looked like below the waist but I knew he had a pretty tight little butt. His interaction with me indicated a boy comfortable around adults, sure of himself, and quick witted. That he was in ballet, although not defining by any means, could be an indicator of his sexual orientation or at least desires. That he was open to further interaction with me was very clear, in fact it might be interpreted as inviting. It was an invitation that I would most certainly accept. As I got back on the road headed to my original destination I wondered what Pax would look like in ballet tights. I wondered equally what he'd look like out of them. As it turned out my schedule and a weekend kept me from seeing Pax for 4 days. When I finally pulled off onto the road where he was waiting for his ride Pax's face lit up like a candle. "I thought you forgot about me," he said as zipped my window. "Not likely," I retorted. Pax giggled and wanted to know why. "It would be like forgetting the Grand Canyon once you've seen it; or the Mona Lisa, or meeting the president." "Well that places me in esteemed company," the milk chocolate toned boy replied, flashing his gloriously white teeth. "No, that would be placing them in esteemed company," I stated. Pax had stepped right up to my window so I invited him in to sit down, which he accepted. He got in, set his backpack on the floor and closed the door then turned slightly to face me. He was clad in tan cargo short but this time Pax was wearing a purple hoodie. "You smell good," he said, "what are you wearing?" I told him Opium. "Nice," he replied, "what else?" I knew what he was asking. "Papi dusk til dawn in a sort of purple." That particular line of briefs graduated in color from light at the waistband and darker at the butt and bulge. "Oh gosh, really? Purple is my favorite color. Can I see?" Fortunately the weather was warming and I was wearing sport shorts. I pulled my t-shirt out of the way, hooked my fingers in the waistband and tugged them down to my knees so that the boy had a full view of my crotch. "Those are nice," Pax said, leaning a little closer. "I like the color." When I asked what he was wearing he sighed. "I'm wearing a dance belt today although I have purple briefs over it." As he slid his cargo shorts down, I asked if he was wearing a string or full back. Pax stopped and looked at me. "You know dance belts," he asked then went back to tugging his shorts down to reveal a pair of dark purple briefs with white trim. I told that was about the extent of my knowledge of dance belts. Of course his bulge was quite noticeable because of his dance belt which is like a jock strap only a heavier material and wider. They are designed to hold the genitalia up and create a nice mounded bulge while hiding any defining factors, such as the rim of a cock head or separate testicles. In fact, in competition, points are deducted if there is any definition. A full back has cloth for the butt while a strap is like a thong thus enhancing and highlighting the dancer's ass and I had yet to see a dancer that didn't have a delicious ass. "Nice color, I said." He then surprised me by lifting up and sliding his briefs down as well to reveal his dance belt. Pax then turned toward the door in order to let me see that he wore a string so I got a brief glimpse of his small but well-muscled little brown ass. Pax turned and sat back in his seat and neither one of us made any move to pull our clothing back into place. Pax put his hand on the jockey box and it seemed as if he was going to reach over to touch me but he didn't. He looked though. "My ride will be here in a few minutes," he said and we both pulled our clothing back into place. I wouldn't swear to it but it seemed like I saw movement in his dance belt. I know there was movement in my briefs. "Do you think I could call you sometime Brandon, you know, just to chat?" I told him I'd like that very much so gave him my number which he punched into his phone. A moment later his ride showed up and he got out. "Maybe tonight, what time?" I told him any time which caused him to grin. "Bye." And he was gone. I turned around and headed home, following the Accord until it turned off on a side street and headed in the direction of where the ballet school that I knew about as located. Back home I sat and thought about what happened, trying to remember as many details as I could. I wasn't really expecting Pax to call me that night but was surprised and happy when he did. "Is this Brandon," he asked. I loved the sound of his voice. I wanted to tease him a little and pretend it wasn't me or stall by saying something clever and flip like; it depends on who's calling. But I didn't. "Only if this that really cute boy who saw my underwear today," Pax giggled, the sound light and airy, like wood nymph's frolicking in a sundrenched meadow. "Can I tell you something," he said in a bit of a whisper, "and you won't think I'm weird or something?" "You can tell me anything and I wouldn't think that," I told him. There was a pause then he said, "I...I started to get a boner today Brandon." My heart thudded at hearing that. When I didn't answer right away he said he was sorry for saying that. I rushed in. "So did I Pax; I started to get hard too. I'm surprised that you didn't see it." "Oh my gosh; seriously; you seriously started getting a boner?" "Yeah, seriously. "That is so coolly awesome," the boy breathed. "How do you know about dance belts?" I told him from the internet. "Did you look it up because of me or is it something you already knew?" "Let's see," I said as if pondering the question. "I've known about dance belts for, gee, I don't know, I guess since, hhmmm, 3 days ago?" Pax giggled, "You're funny. You followed me when I left? Were you going to your home?" I said that I was. "Do you know where my school is then? I said that I thought so; at the end of the street they turned on which of course Pax confirmed. "Maybe you could come see me dance sometime." "I would love to watch you dance but don't you think it might be a little weird for an unknown adult male to just, show up?" Pax seemed to consider that then said, "True. Maybe I could dance for you somewhere else," he said then added, "in private." I thought I detected a slight bit of coyness in his voice. "I guess it would have to be that way, in private I mean. I suppose I could invite you to my house but you know what they say about strangers." "Except you aren't a stranger Brandon." "Well then how about if you come to my house Pax?" "I think that is a great idea." I asked him when. "Maybe on a Saturday or even a Friday after school." I said that either day was fine with me. "Will I see you tomorrow," he asked and I said that he would. "Can I ask a favor?" I told he could and if it was doable I'd do it. "Can you wear your jock style underwear?" I didn't hesitate and my answer got a little giggle from the teen. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said softly and hung up. I sat back and thought about it, the growing relationship. I thought about Pax and where this might be headed, hoping but also certain of the outcome, or at least part of it. My cock started to rise at the thought of it. I had been with plenty of boys both as an adult and as a boy. I had yet to be with a black boy but had had been with a fair share of Asian and a few Latino boys. Pax appeared to be right at the edge of my preferences, that being, boys in the earlier stages of puberty, preferably with some pubic hair and producing sperm. But a boy was a boy after all so going outside of my range preference wasn't out of the question. I once had a year-long affair with a boy that started when he was 10 and ended just after his 12th birthday. I was in my late 20's at the time. Jayden had been an extremely adorable blonde haired and blue eyed young thing that I had met while walking my dog at the local dog park. I won't go into the details but I ended up sucking his cock in the men's room during our 3rd meeting. Jayden had sucked my cock as well declaring that he loved it and wanted more. We ended up meeting one Saturday morning and going back to my house where we got naked and stayed naked for most of the day. Jayden was very loving, very demonstrable and open to anything and everything. Sucking his hairless cock and rimming his tight hairless butthole had been amazing. Because he didn't like hair in his mouth I shaved my entire groin for the boy. I had loved holding his naked warm body after we had both cum, the feel of his smooth skin against mine as we drifted off to sleep. I had fucked the boy, at his insistence, toward the end of our first month together. Looking down onto his smooth face, seeing his glazed over eyes as I fucked his tight little asshole had make me cum much sooner than I wanted to. "Don't worry about it Brandon," the young hottie had said, "you'll last much longer the second time." I had pulled him up onto my lap where we could kiss and cuddle, my cock still buried deep inside of him. It didn't take long before he pushed me onto my back and began riding me like a rodeo bronc buster. After a good 5 minutes Jayden had decided it was time for me to "fuck him properly like a boy is supposed to be fucked." With his knees almost next to his ears, I fucked that little boy with wild abandon finally cumming with a fury that I hadn't experienced in some time. I got to experience Jayden's first tribute to Venus about 7 months into our affair. One of the many things I had loved about Jayden was his need to be vocal during sex. That boy carried on an almost continuous commentary slash request conversation much of the time. When I felt the dampness of his sperm in my mouth I was joyous as all hell. When I told him afterwards it wouldn't do but what he had to jack off to see for himself. By the time his mother moved to another state he was sprouting quite a few light brown strands of hair. "Are you going to love me when I'm not a smooth little boy Brandon," he had asked after a particularly long, vigorous and loud love making session. "I will always love you sweet boy," I had replied softly," even when you're a grown man." Perhaps I should write that story someday. So it was, as I thought about the possibilities with Pax, I got quite hard. I went into my computer and after a series of passwords, opened some hidden folders and began looking through some of the hundreds of images of Jayden. I had taken the photos, and videos, again at the boys' insistence and believe you me there were some doozie's. As I started to cum I wondered if Pax would allow me to immortalize him in the same way. The next day, because Pax requested it, I wore my purple jock. Made by Papi, the pouch was the same material used in a regular jock strap and the black waist band had the name in white but with rainbow colors running through it horizontally. There was also a thin rainbow at the top edge of the waistband. The big debate was whether to wear something over them or not. I decided on not but put some shorts on the floorboard under my legs in the event that I needed them. Knowing that I was going to let an adorable boy see me dressed thusly made my cock start to move. I had to work at willing it to stay down as I drove to our rendezvous. Pax wasn't there when I arrived so I flipped a U-turn and parked in a small pull out about 15 feet from the stop sign. A few minutes later a glimpse in my rearview mirror showed him coming up out of the dip in the road. As I watched Pax approach I considered how damned lucky I was to have such a beautiful boy in my life, regardless of where it went from that point on. I admired the fluid grace of his movements and looked forward to watching the boy dance. I could see a smile spread across his smooth mocha colored face and felt my heart swell. A moment later Pax climbed in and sat with his backpack between his feet. "Hi Brandon," he said, maintaining eye contact and not gazing at my lap right off the bat. "I really liked talking with you last night. "I Enjoyed chatting with you too Pax. In fact, I'm enjoying our entire friendship." I swear the boy blushed. "So, did you wear those underwear?" I nodded my head and pulled the towel from my lap. Pax gasped and leaned toward me, resting his forearms on the jockey box in order to look down at my crotch. The purple pouch was bulged to a point of my sac peeking out around the edge. I was a large man, sporting 8¼ fat inches when hard. Even soft it was a healthy size. My balls weren't small either so, cornered in a small pouch, well, my flesh was straining to get free. "My gosh you look huge Brandon," the boy whispered. "The cloth looks just like a regular jock." Pax started to move his hand, stopped and looked at me. "Go ahead Pax," I whispered. A moment later the boy was cupping the pouch and gently kneading. He didn't overextend his welcome. "Gosh it does," he said as he pulled his hand away. My cock was stiffening rapidly and visibly. "You're getting a boner," he said softly. I could only nod my head. Pax then reached down, raised up and pulled his loose-fitting shorts down to reveal a pair of ligh lavender briefs. Pax filled his briefs out pretty good and the pouch was moving too. He looked at me as he reached down to cup his stuff, giving it squeezes. "Me too Brandon; I'm getting hard too," he said in a quiet voice. "Can I see what you look like?" I reached down and pulled the pouch off to one side, exposing myself to the boy. I was half way hard and moving to full on wood. Pax all but stared at me. Without a word he lifted up off the seat, tugged his briefs down below his knees then sat back down. He tugged his shirt up and gave me my first glance at a very healthy African American boy. Pax was easily as big as I was; long, thick and brown. His foreskin was partially retracted so that about half of his now swollen head was poking out. At the other end a sac of large heavy balls tugged his sac down to rest on the car seat. His balls were completely smooth while the nest of tightly curled hair at the base of his cock seemed thick and full for a boy his age. "You're a very healthy boy Pax," I whispered as I fondled my own large balls. He looked at me, his eyes already glazing over. Can we go to your house Brandon?" I didn't ask questions but simple started the car and pulled out. Neither of us made any attempt to cover up, there was no reason. My car sat fairly high and the windows were all tinted to 45%. Pax kept his eyes on my cock as I drove. "I skipped ballet today in hopes that something like this might happen, that I'd see your cock and you'd see mine and we would both get hard. I've never seen anybody naked or hard before Brandon. Nobody but my doctor has seen me, like this. Of course that means I'm a virgin through and through," he added. "I hope that's okay." I assured him that his level of experience wasn't important and that if he was willing I'd be happy to teach him anything he wanted to know. I glanced over to see his cock standing straight up between his mocha thighs, his fingers worked under his hairless heavy balls and gently fondling the large eggs. It took less than 5 minutes to get to my place, the front gate rolling open as we turned the last corner at the end of the private road that I lived on. Pax thought that was pretty cool, as had I when I bought the place some 8 years before. The house and pie shaped property were protected on all 3 sides by a thick 10 foot tall evergreen hedge in front and an equally thick wall of bamboo on the back side. I parked on the cobblestone pad in front of the garage and climbed out, not bothering to put my clothing in place because it was totally private. Pax did the same although he pulled his briefs and shorts up to just under his balls and came around the front of the SUV. As we stood facing each other I tugged my shirt off then lowered my underwear and stepped out of them, then laid the garments on the hood of my rig, and stood fully naked before Pax. The boy grinned and quickly followed my lead. God he was a magnificent specimen of boy. Pax's body was muscled and highly defined, all of the muscles of his torso surrounded by the crevices that separated them. His cock was too heavy to stand so basically stood out in front of him, as did mine, both sets of balls at full hang in the late spring heat of the day. "God you are so beautiful," I whispered as I stepped close to him, our cocks poking forward, side by side. I reached down and took hold of his throbbing cock causing Pax to gasp at my touch, the first such contact since he was a little boy. I put the other hand on his shoulder as I felt up and down his ramrod hard young cock, the gently touched his cheek. The boy leaned into it much like a cat might. He then reached out and grasped onto me and felt up and down the length of me. "Gosh Brandon you're so hard, and so warm," he whispered, looking down between us. I gently stroked him, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his swollen sensitive cock head. As Pox did the same thing to me I leaned my head toward his. The boy knew what was coming and not only did Pax not flinch or turn away, he moved his head toward me, tilting it in anticipation of being kissed. I kissed him gently, reveling in the feeling of his soft warm lips. Pax must have felt the same way because he moaned softly and moved his mouth a little more. I backed off then returned immediately and got more of the same. I let go of his cock, put my hands on his face and began kissing the boy with passion. I let my tongue venture forward into his mouth, met no resistance so put it to work. In moments Pax's arms were around my neck and he was kissing me with an equal amount of vengeance. "My god I never though kissing would be so hot," the boy panted when we finally broke apart. "I really want to suck on your cock but I don't know how to do it." "Why don't we go inside and get more comfortable sweet boy," I suggested. Pax said that would be great. I scooped my clothes and he did the same then into my house we went. My home is a fairly open design, that is, the kitchen, dining, living, and family rooms are all clearly visible regardless of where you enter the house. He followed me down a hallway, passing a couple doors along the way then into the master suite at the end. I dumped my clothing on a side chair and encourage Pax to do the same and a moment later were lying facing each other on the bed. "You are so beautiful," I whispered, our face inches apart. "And you are so handsome and strong," Pax said in an equally soft whisper. "I want to do so many things with you," he said. I told him I felt the same way and gave him permission to touch, feel, lick, suck or do whatever he wanted. If he was okay with that I would do the same. If at any time something was uncomfortable or off limits we would say so. Pax agreed and a moment later we were locked in a tight embrace, our mouths pressed against each other with tongues doing battle in the time honored manner. I rolled Pax onto his back and straddled his body then lowered myself so that our rock hard cocks were side by side. I kept my weight off of him but our bodies were still lightly pressed together. Pax slipped his arms around my neck and smiled up at me. "I like it when you take control of me like this Brandon. It feels right to me." I lowered my head and we kissed, gently at first and then with more passion. Pax moved his hands from my neck, under my arms and onto my back. I left his legs moved so that his feet were flat then Pax started pushing his waist upward to create more cock to cock contact. I broke the kiss and nudged his head over so that I had access to his neck and proceeded to nuzzle and suck on the sensitive flesh. "Oh fuck Brandon," he whispered, cursing for the very first time in our short relationship. "Oh God, oh god he moaned as I continued to work him. Pax's hands made down to my ass to cup my cheeks and knead the fleshy globes. When I had my fill of his neck I moved up and began working on his small ear, plowing warm breath into it, sticking my tongue in there. "Shit Brandon, fuck," he said as his body shivered and he tilted his head in an attempt to protect himself. I stopped and we were face to face again. Pax raised up and we returned to passionate kissing. When we finally broke he kissed my nose. "I really want to try cock sucking Brandon." I was curious about which way he wanted to go but didn't want to ask the boy. So, I moved from above him, flipped around and lay down with my cock in his face so of course I was face to face with his magnificent young boner. I didn't feel like I needed to give Pax and instructions. A boy his age and with his determination already knew what he needed to do. Most likely he had gotten some practice time on bananas or some other cock like items. I took hold of long fat cock and skinned his foreskin back and forth a few times before tasting him for the first time. There was plenty of precum so the taste was still slightly sweet but moving toward the more dry and slightly bleachy taste of a boy that has reached maturity. I heard Pax groan as I started the process and a moment later felt the warmth of his sweet mouth on my cock. I draped an arm across his hip and cupped one brown cheek and kneaded it. I have to say it was the firmest boy butt I've had the pleasure of exploring. I kept my mouth on his cock and moved my head to and fro, taking 4inches at a time into my mouth. As I said, the kid was thick so it stretched my mouth out. I moved my hand from his cock to play with his cocoa brown sac of fat balls which was spilling down over his inner thigh. Pax moved his top leg, placing the foot flat on the bed which opened him and allowed me to take hold of the entire bag. It filled my hand. "Can we move Brandon," Pax asked. I rolled away from him, flipped, and was face to face again. He kissed me quickly, said that he wanted to just suck my cock and have me lay back and enjoy. I had no problem with that and a moment later Pax was straddling my knees, propped up on an elbow and facing me. The boy was holding my cock upright and began by licking all over the swollen head. I was enthralled just watching the boy. He was beautiful, and having such a beautiful boy hanging his pink tongue out and licking my cock head was almost more than I could take. I watched Pax place his mouth over the head and take me inside. I swear a little jolt of electricity shot through my body. He began to bob his head up and down but being inexperienced his hand didn't move on my cock. Seeing his chocolate lips wrapped around my raging hard cock was so stimulating I knew that if I didn't do something I'd start spewing sperm much sooner than I would ever want. "I can't just lay here or I'll squirt Pax," I said as I reached out and took hold of his sausage. My goal wasn't to get him to cum but just give me something to do. I stroked him, I watched him, I felt him and I loved it all. I hoped that this wasn't going to be a maiden and only voyage. Pax took his mouth from cock and gently rubbed his face against the shaft, his eyes almost completely closed but not quite. He rubbed the head slowly back and forth across his lips as if savoring the taste and texture then slowly and gently pressed his pursed lips against the swollen seeping head. He exerted pressure, allowed my satiny head to push past the lips and into his mouth where he started sucking me off again. Pax finally stopped, claiming of course that his mouth was sore. I wasn't surprised. "That was fun Brandon," he said after kissing me and snuggling into the crook of my arm. "I'm glad that you liked it Pax. Now it's your turn to lay back." I moved, kissed him quickly then slid down the bed, changed my mind and got to my knees between his legs. Bent down I held his cock upright then leg to and began bobbing my head, hands free. Free but not just hanging around. I managed to get the boys' legs spread then began playing with his balls, cupping and hefting the large bag. I allowed the fingers of my other hand to move in on his crack. Hot really trying to go for the hole engaging gin very light touching along his perineum. "Oh godddamn Brandon," Pax said in a mix of giggle and panting and pulled his knees back, opening himself to just a little bit more. I managed to get more of his cock down my throat as suckled him. Pax reached out and took hold of his shaft and gently stroked himself as I suckled. Needless to say it didn't take long before he was ready to cum. I took my mouth off, took hold of his chocolate cock and began jacking him off. I moved his dusky foreskin back and forth over his sensitive head causing the boy to gasp, pant, an `oh god. "So good Brandon, it feels so good, my god my godmygodymygod," he moaned. His panting became rapid, his belly muscles were tensing and relaxing as feeling ripped through his virgin body. No sooner had I moved my hand higher on his cock so I could trap his foreskin in the down position, than his shaft swelled in my hand and I was presented with a mind blowing cum shot. Four, yes 4 jets of sperm hit the boys' heaving brown chest. And it wasn't like they were single solid streams either, oh no. Each of the squirts of the viscous liquid presented as 3 distinct smaller streams, like a trident of sperm if you will. That wasn't all either. Various large droplets of cum fell away at varying spots along the trajectory of the initial squirt(s). The 4 initial biggies were followed 2 small burps of cum that barely cleared the head of Pax's cock then surprise of surprises, another full length stream that went as far and spread out as much as the first 4. It ended with another 3 little burps that were air-born for 100th of a second before falling on the head and running downward. All in all the end result was that Pax' torso had almost more sperm showing than bare skin. The kid put on a hell of a show. "Jesus Christ Pax that's a hell of a lot of juice," I said, all but flabbergasted. The boy raised his head enough to see the result then let it flop back onto his pillow. "Yeah, I know. It's always like that." That wasn't a surprise. I moved upward and straddled his waist, scooped up a bunch of his cum and proceeded to jack off, working mostly my sensitive cock head. Pax had opened his eyes and watched then moved a hand under my balls then cupped the large eggs. His eyes were still half closed in lust but his breathing had ebbed. "Cum for me Brandon," he whispered and less than a half minute later my body peaked and I began firing jets of sperm out onto his chest and belly. My offering wasn't quite as much as what Pax had let loose but it was still significant, raining down on the mocha colored boy's chest and belly. My cock finally slowed to a dribble then stopped all together. I knelt there, panting for a good minute, resting on Pax's upper thighs. "That was pretty awesome Brandon. I love seeing your sperm shoot out." "Well that goes for me too Pax. That was pretty spectacular." The boy grinned. "I started when I was like, eleven years old and by the time I was thirteen I was making quite a bit of the stuff. I'm fourteen years old now so I wonder if I'll just keep making more and more." "Probably not," said as I started to move. I straddled his entire body then lowered myself so that about half my weight was resting on him. I leaned down and we kissed some more but it was that post sperming thank you for a good time sort of kissing. "So now what," he asked me. His arms were held loosely around my neck, our faces a half foot apart, and he was smiling up at me. Goddamn he was a beautiful boy. "You tell me. What else do you want to do. When do you have to be home?" "Well," he said softly, "I am supposedly spending the night with a friend so I don't need to be home until at least noon tomorrow. As for what I want to do. Everything Brandon. I want to do everything.