Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 07:50:35 -0800 (PST) From: tag michaels Subject: Before I Die This story is in response to yet another dream I had. As I woke and slept through the night, a variety of scenes in this story came to me, including the opening scene, the confrontation with Mike and the shaving cream scene. I can't explain it; all I can do is write it. On waking I wasn't sure how to put it together but as usual, I started writing and the idea for Shayson's situation formed on its own. For those of you who know my writing, you'll realize that the essence of the story line a deviation from my usual style. I hope it meets with your satisfaction. There will be a second chapter however I can't say how soon as I'm working on a few other projects. Hugs, Tag_m I lay down behind him on the bed and put my arm over his side, letting it rest against the firm muscle of his chest. He snuggled back against me, pushing the globes of his dynamite young butt against my hardening cock. I loved the feel of his naked body against mine and I knew that the boy felt the same way, his contented sigh and the way his body relaxed against me the telling clues. Of course his statement, "I love how this feels Kory," only added confirmation to it. I raised my head a little, saw the small exploratory scar at the back of his head that was now almost totally covered by his hair, then kissed the crook of his neck causing him to shiver and giggle softly as my hand moved back and forth across his chest rubbing against first one little nipple and then the next. My hand didn't stay there long but moved downward across the tight muscles of his abs and his flat little belly button and further, down onto the slope of his lower belly. My fingers found his pubic hair, a tight little nest of black curls that had not yet encroached into the creases of his hips. I let my digits rub there, loving the softness of his hair. My hand finally grasped onto the chubby thickness of his still softened cock, the fleshy tube feeling warm and pliable in my hand. I knew that it was the medication that slowed his getting hard since any other fourteen year old boy would likely have been like marble long before that. I squeezed him, eliciting a sigh from him as my thumb rubbed against the rim of his cock head, then moved to cup and fondle the low hanging sac of smooth eggs where they rested on his upper thigh. I played there a moment knowing how he loved having his balls played with, as most men and boys do. When I moved back up to his cock the change was noticeable, blood becoming trapped inside and firming him up. I lovingly stroked him, encouraging his young flesh to harden against my palm and fingers and although it took a few minutes he eventually reached full tumescence, seven and a half rigid inches of fourteen year old cock. "Sometimes I feel like I'm taking advantage of you Shayson," I remembered telling him once after making exquisite love to the boy. He rolled over to face me, put his fingers on my cheek and looked onto my eyes, then kissed me. "No Kory," he had said softly as he shook his head from side to side. "Never think that. You're helping me out more than you will ever know." He kissed me again, long and tenderly; his smooth young body molded against mine, then he rested his head on my chest and relaxed. In a moment he was breathing deeply and steadily and history told me that he'd be like that for twenty minutes or so before waking and apologizing for having fallen asleep. I didn't mind at all and I had told him so. It was the very least I could do for a boy who would likely would never see his fifteenth birthday, never have kids, never drive a car. Okay, maybe he'd never have a driver's license but I had taught him to drive in my eight year old Datsun, practicing in the empty parking lot of North Side Mall after it closed at night. "Will you love me like this Kory?" he asked, bringing me back to the present, his fully hard young cock filling my hand. "If that's what you want baby boy. Do you want me to suck you first?" he shook his head. "Not today, I'm kinda tired. I just want to feel you inside of me and pushing against me," he said softly. That was becoming more frequent, his being tired and again, I felt like I was taking advantage of him but pushed the feelings aside for I honestly believed how much this meant to him. I rose from the bed and retrieved the lube and a towel and turned back. Shayson had pulled his top leg up toward his chest providing me with one of the most awesome views in the world; the dusky crack of his delicious butt and his balls falling away to rest in a puddle of wrinkled skin on the bed sheet. I sat on the bed, lubed a finger of my left hand then used my right to pull his cheek open to reveal the core of him, a tight puckered muscle that had few hairs near it. I smeared a little lube on the muscle and slipped inside of him, the muscle gripping my finger as I began to prepare him for the insertion of my own seven plus inches of hardened flesh. It only took a minute. "Go ahead Kory, put it in me," he told me, his breathing having gotten more rapid. I quickly slathered my cock and moved above him and, holding one cheek open, I guided my flesh toward his. We touched, I pushed, and my cock head disappeared inside of the boy who groaned out at the invasion of his body. I stopped but he insisted that I go on so, resting on my hands above him, I slowly settled down until my dark blonde hairs were touching his pale butt and my nuts hung down between both our legs. I began the process of loving the dying boy, slowly moving in and out of his body, reveling in the tightness of him, the pressure against my sensitive cock. After a minute he asked if I could hold him so we moved around until I was on my side behind him, his upper leg thrown back over my hip. I held on to his waist and started again, sliding my cock in and out of him. It wasn't a position I favored but sometimes it was best for Shayson because he was tired and much more movement on his part could wear him out quickly. When this happened, when I wanted to stop out of respect and consideration, he would become insistent that I continue to fuck him, insisting that it made him feel alive, allowed him for a brief time to forget the pain and the death that he knew would soon take him. "I love you so much Shayson," I whispered to him as I fucked him, keeping up a steady rhythm inside his body. "I love you too Kory," he whispered back. "Thank you for loving me." I reached down and took hold of his rigid cock and stroked him, the lube on my hand helping to increase a pleasing friction on his sensitive cock head and getting moans of pleasure from him. Despite the medication, there were times when Shayson would peak fairly quickly, the norm for boys his age, and this was one of them. "Harder Kory, push it in me harder," the cute young boy moaned. I did as he asked, ramming against him as much as the position would allow, and a few moments later we were rewarded with his cock thickening and then his sperming and although I couldn't see it I knew that his balls were giving up several of the familiar thick strands of white goo. "Can you cum Kory, can you put your sperm in me?" he moaned. I could, and I did, my own body unleashing jet after jet of my own warm juice inside of him, the constrictions of his hole against my cock spurring me on. A minute later it was over for both of us, both cocks slowing to an oozing and finally stopping. I held him tightly, reveling in the gift of his body and I could hear him almost purr. "I think I might have an accident," he finally said. We'd been through this before, his body reacting against him, much to his embarrassment. "Okay baby boy," I cooed to him. "Can you turn around?" He nodded his head and said he'd try. I grabbed the hand towel from where it lay on the bed and managed to get it underneath where my body penetrated his, and then we began the process of getting him turned around to face me. Once there I picked him up and carried him to the bathroom and into the tub. Only there did we separate and he had an accident. Unlike the first time, Shayson simply sighed and apologized. We got the water going and once warm turned the shower on and completed a cleaning ritual with lots of hugging and kissing and groping. The first time this had happened, I had pulled out of him and the boy's bowels and let go, drenching my groin in a somewhat watery, warm brown liquid. Shayson had been mortified and I had been shocked but I kept my emotions in check where he began to cry. I tried my best to console him but I was concerned about the mess ruining the mattress. I got up and retrieved a towel and quickly cleaned up the best that I could before running to the bathroom and getting the shower going. "Come on Shayson, roll over toward me." He did was I asked, his butt moving through the wet spot, and I quickly leaned down and picked him and took him to the bathroom and deposited him in the shower. I ran back to the bedroom and ripped the sheets and mattress protector off and hauled them to the bathroom. I found Shayson standing there sobbing in front of the cascade of water so stepped in behind him and held him while whispering in his ear that it was okay. I managed to get him turned around to back under the spray while I lathered my hands with the Dial and cleaned my crotch off first. That done, I pulled him out of the spray, turned him around and gently cleaned him off, the boy allowing me the indulgence but not helping much. Once we were both done I got him out of the tub and tossed the bed coverings under the spray then went about getting us both dried off. I led him out of the bathroom and into the living room where he promptly lay down on the carpet. I didn't stay but went right back to the bathroom to attend to the laundry. When I returned to the living room Shayson was curled up into a ball, his loose nut sac hanging out behind his tightly clasped thighs. Under other circumstances I would have found that rather stimulating but at that time I had nothing but concern for the young teen. I lay behind the boy and cradled him the best I could, rocking him and talking quietly to him. He eventually came around and we talked through it. How I had met this incredible boy was what some people called divine intervention. In twelve step programs they call it a God shot, others would say it was destiny; that it was meant to be. Yada yada yada. No matter what it was, for me the relatively short relationship affected the rest of my life. I'd graduated from college, had gotten my degree in education and applied to every school district in the city, my preference being to teach at middle school level. I'd found a small apartment in an older and somewhat run down but not decrepit five story building in an equally older but quiet neighborhood that was in the process of being rediscovered. The manager was a little leery of renting to me, being a young man and all, but I assured him I was okay and I really needed to be close to my job. I'd been managing a Starbuck's that last couple of years of college and had gotten a management job close by which was why I'd moved there. The options were fairly well limited. It was early June. I was making my fourth trip from the car, a somewhat large and heavy box of books in my arms and as I approached the front door it burst open and a young teenaged boy came out, barely clearing the entryway before throwing up right in front of me, the mess splattering my otherwise white deck shoes. "Ah fuck," I muttered to myself as I sidestepped the puking kid and entered the building then rode the elevator to the top floor. Great! A young teen, drunk before noon, and sick on the front stoop in broad daylight. It was neither an auspicious or welcome first impression of my new home or my neighbors. I emptied my car and drove back toward the college and a six bedroom house I'd shared with eight and sometimes nine guys. It hadn't been too bad really. I had a room with my own bathroom while a couple of gay friends had shared rooms with whoever their boyfriends were at the time. We'd had a rule that anyone spending more than five nights in a row had to be responsible for a share of the rent which meant the guest or the host was responsible. There were no exceptions, even for family. It helped keep out the riff raff and unwanted guests and made for a more stable household. Most of us were there for the full three years after we got the house. It had been a busy three years albeit there had been a lot of fun too. The Friday night parties became a Mecca for college queers along with the more than occasional high school kid. It was raucous at times, certainly loud, but generally orderly and I was the one who kept it that way, or at least the legend of me. I was the house bouncer. Almost nine years of Tiger Crane Kung Fu as well as two years of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and a multi division winner for four years at state level competition, gave me plenty of experience, not to mention talent at being able to deal with escalated situations. During the first year of our being in the house a bunch of hotshot jocks and their friends thought they would crash the "girlie" party. It's funny how straight guys, especially jocks, always underestimate just about everyone especially fags. It's like; we're queer so we have to be weak, or wimps or whatever. Big mistake see, because when we looked for a house, two of the other guys were also martial artists, its how we'd met. We became friends with a number of things in common, martial arts competition being one of them. So, what the party crashers didn't know was that they had walked into a potential hornet's nest. It started simply enough with one of the bigger guys trying to get a much smaller guy to give him a blow job right there in the living room. The big guy taunted and his friends cheered him on. The small guy just happened to be a roommate and the state lightweight sparing champion, a five year student of Aikido amongst other things. Big guy reached out to take small guys hand and put it on his crotch and small guy did a quick little move that had big guy on the floor in two seconds and writhing in pain. I entered the scene and made a proposition. "Let's take it outside gentlemen," and led the way. On the front lawn I simply said, "We win you leave, we lose anyone who wants a blow job gets one, agreed?" Hell, all the queers, or most of them, knew what the outcome was gonna be and knew, to their collective disappointment, there would be no straight boys getting hummers that night, at least by us. But they entered into the spirit of it anyhow, cat calling, taunting and pointing out jocks that they would be willing to perform their eventual duty on. It was over in less that two minutes and some of the jocks would be unable to play the next few games because of their injuries. I squatted down on the lawn and spoke quietly to their leader who was clutching a knee that I had dislocated and who would be out more than a few games. I quietly explained that this had better be the end of it otherwise it would be the end of his college and or professional ball playing career. He nodded his head when I asked if he believed me. I also extended an invitation to attend our Friday night parties with no more than three friends. Perhaps he'd learn that queers were mostly alright people. Amazingly he took me up on it, coming by on crutches a few weeks later. Jared and I became good friends and I actually gave him a blow job one night, one that he said he'd never forget. They can say what they want but when it comes to getting their dicks sucked, straight boys don't really care whose mouth is doing it. When his mom died of cancer the following year Jared asked me to go home with him for support and I did, holding him tightly as he went through his grief process. There are plenty of other interesting stories from those three years, not the least of which were my own sexual escapades but as they say, that's another story. So, back at my new digs, a whole flight of steps down from the antebellum mansion I'd been living in, I proceeded to haul more stuff to my apartment, noticing that the mess was gone from outside the entry area. Heading down for my second trip, I opened the apartment door to find puking boy standing there with his fist in the air ready to knock. When he smiled my heart melted. About five foot six or so, he was dressed in faded jeans, a black AC DC concert t-shirt dulled by age, and a tan ball cap pulled down low, the severely arced bill framing a set of magnificent gray blue eyes and thick brows. He pulled his hand back then said, "I really am sorry about what happened earlier, I didn't mean to throw up on you. I just get so sick sometimes and I can't really help it." His voice was at that stage of moving from childhood into young adult hood. It wasn't high but it wasn't deep either but very pleasing to my ear regardless. He extended his hand. "I'm Shayson Clark," he said with a smile that caused his entire smooth young face to smile as well. "Kory, Kory Kingsley. I responded, taking his hand and being a little surprised by his soft grip. "Welcome to Geritol Manor," he replied and I laughed. "Can I help you carry stuff up Kory?" he asked me and I responded with an enthusiastic "sure." I was intrigued on a variety of levels. He was down right cute as all hell, seemed to be a sweet kid and I was interested in what he'd said about being sick and not being able to help it. That pretty well ruled out my initial assessment of being a drunk teen and relieved my angst about my new home being filled partying type people, even though the manager has said "They had none of that here." I'd had enough of that, not that our house partied all the time but still. On the way down in the elevator I asked the question that begged to be asked. I knew enough psychology to understand that if the boy had brought up his illness then he was open to questions about it. If not I'd know soon enough. "You said you were sick a lot Shayson. May I ask what you mean?" "I have a growth on the back of my brain around the spinal column. They can't operate on it so I'm going to die." He said it quiet matter of factly, as though he were going to the movies. "They tried chemo," he said as he pulled his hat off to reveal what looked like a buzz cut but was in fact new grow out from hair loss, "but that didn't work so I take medication for pain when I need it and to maybe help stop the progress of the tumor." I nodded my head. "You seem rather nonplussed about it," I said. He looked up at me and smiled, one of those ones where you try to hold the smile back and it doesn't quite work. It was a very endearing, cute look on the boy. "I like that word," he said as the elevator door rolled open to let us out. "It's true enough though, there's nothing I can do about it." We continued to walk toward my car and he asked what I did, qualifying it by adding, "For work I mean." When I told him I was a recently minted middle school teacher he stopped and it took me two steps before I realized it. I turned back and saw the boy all but staring at me. "What?" "It was you. I dreamed about this and it was you in the dream." The blank look on my face spurred him on to explain. "I've missed a lot of school and when I say missed I mean actually missed being there. Me and my Aunt and Uncle have been bugging the state to pay for home schooling even though I only have six or so months to live and they finally agreed to it last week Tuesday. That night I had a dream where a man was talking to my case worker and agreed to teach me. It was you Kory, I'm sure of it." "Really?" "Yep. I have dreams sometimes that are like um, in the future." "Precognitive dreams," I told him, falling back on my Jungian education, and he nodded his head and said that was the word he was looking for. The beginning of my amazement for this boy started right there on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building. We reached my car and pulled a couple boxes of books out and headed back up stairs. Two more trips and it was time to head back to the house for another car load. When I told Shayson what I was going to do he asked if he could go with me, to help. I thought about it and figured why not, although I was a little concerned about his meeting a couple of my housemates who were a little on the queen side. I had no plans to hide my sexuality from Shayson but I didn't have a great desire to put it in his face nor did I wish to do so this early in whatever relationship we might have. "Do you need to get permission first?" I asked him and he shook his head. "Nobody home besides, they trust me; I never do anything bad." Between the trips up and down the stairs and the drive to my old house we did the get to know you dance. I told him about my mostly unexciting childhood and he told me about his. He'd started getting severe headaches when he was twelve, the tumor was eventually discovered and determined it wasn't statistically safe to operate and he began chemotherapy. He been sick as a dog for a year and still got sick from time to time, mostly because of his medications. He'd done okay in school, B average but said he could have gotten straight A's if he'd wanted to. "I'm smart enough I guess; I just wasn't all that interested. I'd rather read a good book." At my old house a few of my soon to be ex roomies raised an eyebrow when Shayson was introduced, both because of his age and his being pretty much drop dead cute. I gave Keith a slight shake of my head when he looked at me letting him know that I wasn't being sexy with the boy. They both knew that I enjoyed the company of teenage boys from time to time although they'd never seen me with one younger than say, seventeen. In the car on the way home Shayson stated rather than asked, "So you're gay Kory?" I nodded my head and asked if that bothered him in some way. He laughed and said of course not, adding that he was sort of intrigued about it but didn't say any more about that. He changed the subject to sports and got very excited when I told him about my martial arts experience. "Oh man can you teach some me stuff Kory?" I paused, thought for a second because I had at least a little knowledge about how chronic illness manifests itself. "What about you're being sick? Martial arts can be strenuous." "Oh, I get tired easily sometimes but I want to live life, as corny as that sounds. I want to try and experience as much stuff as I can before I die. It helps to do that cuz it reminds a dying person, at least me anyhow, that they're still alive and there's things to do. Some people get stuck in the death part and I don't want that." I nodded my head in understanding. "Well then, I guess you'll have to learn some stuff," I said with a grin. The rest of the moving in went smoothly, including what few pieces of furniture had been mine in the house. Within two days I met Shayson's aunt and uncle and his older brother Mike who was about my age. The family insisted I meet Shayson's case worker who signed me on to be the boy's private tutor. Having the martial arts experience helped a lot as she wanted Shayson to have some sort of scheduled physical activity as well. I got a better than average wage but no benefits but that part didn't matter to me all that much. I was working at my profession and I felt I was helping out at the same time. That I didn't have to be tied to a schedule worked well for me too because it allowed me to keep my Starbuck's job. The first few months were uneventful enough if you put aside the fact that Shayson was very bright, well read, multi talented, had a quick wit, was honest and humble to the core and a simply a delight to be around. We'd started basic martial arts training right off the bat and as with everything else he picked the moves up very quickly and was doing a set called Lau Gar within three weeks. The physical contact started within a few weeks as well and by that I mean contact not related to his martial arts training. It wasn't anything sexual in any way, just the normal needs of a fourteen year old boy. He started with light touches when needed my attention and graduated to leaning in close, an arm around the waist or hand on the shoulder sort of things. I'd always reciprocated despite what they teach you in school about not encouraging physical contact with students and shutting it down immediately when a student started it. We both considered our relationship as friends and not student teacher based, right or wrong as that may be. The topic of sex came up in month three. "How come I never see you with someone Kory, a boyfriend or date or something?" I explained that I was currently in an abstinence mode, mostly because it was convenient for me. "I guess you must beat off a lot then huh?" the boy stated with a straight face indicating that he was serious. I was a little surprised but not overly. I'd discovered early on that Shayson tended to cut to the chase. "Well, yeah, I guess. I'm not sure just what a lot means but certainly it's a means to get my physical needs met." Shayson nodded his head in understanding. "Sometimes I think I do it a lot, maybe too much," he said candidly which led to a discussion of what too much was. I explained that for boys his age every day wasn't uncommon and a couple of times a day sometimes every once in a while was normal. He then informed me that he'd been doing it almost every day for a few months. He said it was like making up for lost time because he started chemo about the same time he started puberty and while he experienced intense sexual feelings from time to time, he wasn't able to do much about it due to the medications and his being sick a lot. "Without the chemo I seem to get boners a lot," he said rather wistfully, "it's like my dick has a mind of its own." I laughed and explained that there probably wasn't a boy or man in the world who hadn't had that exact thought. He asked why that was and I explained the basics to him. He nodded his head then surprised me again. "It's getting hard right now just talking about it," he said, looking down toward the front of his jeans. I'd be a liar if I said that I hadn't glanced at the boy's package a few times wondering what he looked like down there so when I looked that time there was a noticeable difference from the other times. I commented that it did appear to be waking up. He wanted to know if that happened to me and again, I explained that when I was his age yes but as an adult not very often at all. "Maybe it'll go away," Shayson stated. "Well if it doesn't you're welcome to go take care of it," I responded. The boy allowed as how that would feel a little embarrassing and I told him not to worry about it in the least because it wouldn't bother me. In fact I found the idea a little hot; the cute young teen behind a door, pants down, and pounding his hard fourteen year old cock with as much enthusiasm as any boy his age might. He changed focus on me and commented on the fact that he'd never get to experience sex with another person. I nodded my head. "What's it like Kory, having sex with someone?" I told him it was difficult to explain but that overall it was pretty fantastic that in my estimation there was nothing like it. "Yeah that's what I imagine. If it feels so good when I do stuff to myself then I'd have to guess that with someone else it would be even better." He seemed a little down at that prospect so I decided to take a bit of a leap. "Well you know Shayson it wouldn't be all that difficult to make it happen, if you really wanted to." He asked what I meant and I explained that there were plenty of girls or women who would be more than happy to share their bodies with him and I didn't mean prostitutes either. While I didn't tell Shayson this, the fact was that I could probably find a half dozen college girls that would service the boy. But servicing wasn't what he wanted. "I dunno," he said thoughtfully, "I mean, it's kinda tempting and I know this sounds stupid, but I'd rather it be with someone that I know and I at least like and not a stranger. And at this point it wouldn't matter if it was girl or a boy." I raised my eyebrow at that one. Shayson had never given me any reason to think or hope that he was anything other than a red blooded straight boy. "I mean it Kory," he said in response to my raised brow. "I like girls and all, at least I think I do, I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter. My life is ending and if I want to grab that particular brass ring then I'm willing to do what I need to do. The idea of being with a guy isn't repulsive to me as long as it was someone I liked." I nodded my head, I did that a lot. I could fully understand where Shayson was coming from. I'd known others that made the same kind of statement passing up all manner of adventures in the process. I wasn't one of those people however. "So how's your problem?" I asked nodding toward his crotch. "It's still a problem, only bigger," he added with a laugh. I reminded him that he could use my bedroom or the bathroom and that I even had lube he could use. He gave me a strange look and asked what I meant by lube. I explained the method of jacking off using a gel or lotion or something to help reduce the dry friction and increase the sensitivity. "I've never done that," he said, "how does it work?" I explained the basics, not that they really needed explaining. "I think I'd like to try that," he said with a smile and a push at the front of his jeans. I stood up and beckoned the cute young thing to follow me and went into my bedroom and pulled the bottle of Glide from my nightstand. "Here you go." He looked the bottle over and nodded his head and asked if he could lie on my bed. I told him he could then went back to the drawer and pulled out a hand towel. "Here's a clean up rag, and it's just been washed too," I said with a big grin then left the room, closing the door behind me. Shayson didn't take all that long, maybe six or seven minutes. I occupied my time picking up the house but got to wondering what it was like in there; what exactly was the boy doing, what did he look like. I thought of him lying on my bed, jeans to his ankles and shirt up to his neck, slowly stroking on a thick hard cock of indeterminate length. I thought of his beautiful eyes, half closed in lust as he loved himself, his free hand pulling on his smooth soft balls or tweaking a nipple, or ever fingering his virgin ass hole. In my mind I saw him arch his body, his slender little butt raised off the bed, and his stroke slow as his dick spit out a half dozen jets of warm white sperm onto his chest and belly. And I noticed that I was hard as stone. Although my friends knew I spent time with a boy on occasion, they didn't know that I preferred to be with a boy over a man. I'd been like that since I was a boy and I clearly remember the intensity of feelings so when I'm with a boy I sort go back to that place and I know that the things I'm doing to him are driving him crazy. It's not a power and control issue either; it's about helping a boy feel the best that he can and also feeding off of those feelings, a sort of transference if you will. So there I was with a massive hard on. I decided to use the bathroom to take care of the issue. My orgasm was pretty intense, all things considered and it happened just as I heard Shayson calling out my name from the living room not ten feet away. I called back that I was in the bathroom and the idea of him being out there and possibly knowing that I was jacking off too seemed to help me cum even better. I cleaned myself off and dumped the tissue into the trash, washed my hands and headed back out. Shayson had a huge smile on his face which made the boy even more adorable that he already was. He brazenly looked right at my crotch which was still as little more full that normal. "Did you do it too Kory; did you go beat off?" My face must have gone a shade darker for the boy nodded his head. "You did, that's so cool. I wish we could have done it together that would have been way hot." I remained speechless. "Can I tell you something Kory?" I nodded my head. "Well, as I was lying in there and doing myself I got to thinking about you being out here knowing that I was doing it and well, it made me even hotter thinking that. Why is that?" I cleared my throat and explained the nature of boys when they're hot and hard and it seems they get even more turned on in a situation like that or even better when they're with someone else and they're both doing it together. He nodded his head. "So, is that what happened to you? Did you get turned on knowing that I was in your bed jacking off?" I nodded my head and the boy smiled again. "Can we do that Kory; can we do it together, you and me? Oh man that would be hot feeling." He rubbed at the front of jeans as he said it, and I have to admit that my own dick was reacting with favor to the question and the suggestion. "Well, jeez Shayson, I dunno," I said stalling for time. I was ready and willing but there was the notion of his age versus mine. I still didn't think as him being sick and dying. "Please Kory," he said, "it would mean a lot to me." I knew that it would and as much as I hate to say, given what he'd said earlier about never getting to experience sex, I almost felt obligated in a way. Based on what he was saying and had said, it appeared that he liked me well enough to go there and if that was what he was feeling then why not give the boy his chance. I nodded my head and said yes. Shayson was in my arms like a shot, hugging me tightly at first then holding me, his head against my chest. I rubbed his back gently then just held him. We finally broke up and went back work, in this case US History and while there weren't necessarily any overt signs of it, I sensed that my relationship with Shayson had just taken a quantum leap. That became more apparent when I had to leave for my other job and Shayson had to go back to his own apartment. I'd changed clothes and we were both headed out the door when the boy turned and hugged me again, this time he held on longer and seemed to melt his entire torso into mine. "Thanks for this afternoon Kory. It was way fun and I'm looking forward to doing it together next time." He let go of me and we headed out the door when he added quietly, "and the lube thing was awesome." I didn't have much time to consider Shayson or the afternoon as work was petty much slammed. College was just back in session so the student crowd was out in force. The next few days were uneventful. We made a field trip to the art museum which Shayson seemed to enjoy quite a bit. He frequently took my arm to drag me off in one direction or another, excited by something he'd seen and wanted to share with me. I tried to get him out of the apartment building as often as possible so after the art museum we headed over to the campus of my former alma mater and had lunch in the student union building. Four days after the masturbation session I was reminded of my promise. A part of the curriculum I was presenting included a video on sex education and fortunately it wasn't one of the shitty "abstinence only" ones but one that endorsed safe sex practices along with abstinence. Afterwards we discussed it and the topic of safe sex practices came up. I explained a variety of things that two people could do that were quite stimulating and of course that included frottage as well as mutual masturbation. Shayson was quite interested in frottage and I explained that lubed up in bed or soaped up in the shower both worked very well adding that shaving cream and other things provided an interesting variation on the theme. Needless to say he wanted to know if I'd done and I was quite candid with him. He also wanted to know if I'd ever masturbated with someone else and again I explained that such practices were quite common amongst teenage boys as well as adults. "What about adults and boys," he asked, his face attempting to mask the question as innocent but not quite making it. I nodded my head then he hit me with, "Have you ever done it with a boy when you are an adult?" I figured the time had come for me to make good on my quasi promise from earlier in the week and so simply nodded my head which earned me one of Shayson's award winning smiles and man did that kid smile, giving me more ivory than an old upright. "So does that mean you're really gonna do it with me kory?" he asked. Again I nodded my head wondering how we were gonna segue into actually taking our pants down and doing it. He surprised me by simply nodding his head in return and saying "cool" and moving on to the next topic of interest which was his marital arts slash PE requirement. We put the study materials away then Shayson ran to his apartment to change into workout clothes while I did the same. He returned wearing sweatpants instead of shorts, which was strange, but he shucked them off to reveal a pair of deep blue bikini style briefs with thin red stripes, his front barely covered by the t-shirt he was wearing. "My aunt didn't do my laundry yet I hope this is okay Kory," he said. I nodded my head and we began the ritual stretches along with Qi Gong breathing exercises and followed that with a few drills. It was designed to get the heart rate up and it did all of that. After the drills were done Shayson said he was getting pretty warm. Normally we might be outside but it had elected to rain so that was out and the building didn't have anything like a recreation room so it was my apartment or nothing. I opened the living room window and turned back around to see Shayson wiping his forehead and face with the end of t-shirt which of course left a majority of the front of his torso exposed to me. Everything I could see was flat and taut, his lower belly flowing gently into his pubic bone and thus the cotton underwear that seemed quite filled by Shayson's boyhood charms. The pouch bulged outward from the flesh it held in check clearly indicating that Shayson was a healthy fourteen year old boy. Much as I hated it, I felt my cock stir at the sight, wondering what he would look like without the clothing. I pulled my eyes away and got into position for Lau Gar, Shayson stepping in beside me. When we turned left he was in front of me, giving up a view of his tight little butt. I swear to God the kid had what seemed to be the most dynamite ass in the known universe, at least my known universe. I didn't have long to look as I needed to focus on the set and the turns, getting another glimpses of his butt farther into the set. We finished it, Shayson panting slightly, and I got into position for the second part with Shayson following dutifully. We ran though it again then took a short break and Shayson went through his face wiping ritual again. This time I was standing close to him and admired the tube of flesh that extended up toward his left hip, the rim of the head slightly visible against the darker fabric. The pouch below his cock was filled out as well, concealing what appeared to be a nice set of balls. There wasn't a hair insight down there anywhere; nothing sneaking out the leg bands, no trail running between his flat little belly button and groin. "Do you mind if I take the shirt off Kory." He asked me, "I'm feelin really roasty. I did not mind. I was pretty warm myself and we had more work to do. I nodded my head, peeled my shirt off and tossed as Shayson did the same. Amazingly I'd not seen the boy shirtless since I'd known him. He wasn't overly developed my any means at all, perhaps due to medications and being ill. It was clear that with regular workouts the boy would develop nicely but right then he was just another boy with all the requisite parts. As I said before, that part still hidden by fabric looked as though it might be the most advanced part of the fourteen year olds anatomy. "So now," I said to Shayson, "We're going to put the two parts of Lau Gar together." The set has two parts, both containing attacks and defenses. Each person does one part as he faces the other person so that done together it's like a choreographed fight scene. This also requires the two opponents to be in close contact, bodies touching almost constantly throughout the set. There are a couple of parts that simulated throws which require the opponent's legs to cross each other. It was there that my knee and thigh brushed against Shayson's groin and I don't mean a light brush either but one required a little heavy pressure although not painful by any means. Doing these set correctly requires hours of practice which means that the set moves very slowly and requires the instructor to continually readjust the student's body, some moves usually needing minimal adjustment and others requiring more. The leg crosses were in the latter category. As a result my knee and upper thigh spent a prolonged time against the boy and more so when I turned my body to simulate the throw. It required me pulling him gently into me which in turn pushed his bulge against the back of my thigh. I could feel him beginning to respond to the stimulating experience. We made it through the exercise then lined up to do it again and while he didn't appear to be fully hard it was clear that my young partner was well on the way to achieving that exalted state. Shayson noticed me glance at him and shrugged his shoulders without saying a word the message clearly that he didn't have any control over his dick. I simply nodded my head and we began. We had to practice the throw sequence three or four times and during the last one Shayson's weight was resting on me and his cock pressed firmly into the back of my thigh. He had arrived at what felt to me like full on rigidity. "Do we need to stop so you can take care of that thing?" I asked, ending the set and standing facing the adorably cute young teen. His smooth face split into a tooth filled grin. "Maybe; it sure is tight in the there." He squeezed his cock for emphasis, as if he needed to do that for my benefit. I could feel my own cock beginning to stretch out inside my boxers, knowing that the time had come for Shayson to experience his wish. "Unless you want to practice the sets naked." The smile turned slightly lascivious at that statement. I'd actually done that before, worked out naked with another partner but not when the partner was in the full throes of sexual stimulation. I shook my head. "Nah," no need," I said. Instead of trying to figure out how to start the process I simply shucked my Gi bottoms down and off and stood facing the boy, the front of my boxers beginning to protrude and of course Shayson didn't miss it. I'd come to another conclusion over the past few weeks and that our sexual encounters were not going to be limited to mutual masturbation. I knew that the boy was going to want to move ahead and explore some of the many other possibilities. With that in mind I stepped up close to him. "May I," I asked as I reached out toward the front of his bulging underwear. He nodded his head so I moved my hand forward and grasped onto his boyhood pride and joy, the only person to touch him in a sexual manner. Shayson's eyes closed and he inhaled sharply as felt up and down the length of him, my palm resting for a moment in the wet spot at the tip, evidence that the boy was moving toward being in a fog of hotness. I dropped to my knees and gently tugged at the waistband of his briefs and pulled down, freeing up all that made him boy and he was definitely all boy. At least as big as I was, Shayson sported seven plus circumcised inches of thick swollen cock. His balls, medium sized eggs, hung low between his smooth thighs, the wrinkles pulled out of the bottom. His sac was totally smooth, not a hair to be seen, and at the base of his magnificent cock there wasn't much more than a small thin nest of black curls. Like his head, the hair was in the process of growing back after his chemo. I shoved his briefs to the floor and he stepped out of them as I reached out and took hold of his cock and felt it for the second time, exploring the rigid softness and feeling the warmth radiating from his spear. I cupped his balls, got a deep sigh as I gently tugged and fondled the soft sac. "I'm gonna cum really fast if you keep doing that Kory," the boy moaned. Reluctantly I stood up and Shayson immediately went for my groin, my full hardened dick pushing at the diamond patterned fabric of my boxers. He stripped me naked then stood appraising me then stepped in close and rested his rock hard cock along side mine. "We're almost the same size Kory. Why is that; you're a man and I'm still a boy." As he grasped onto me I explained the growth process to him, letting him know that he probably wouldn't grow a whole lot more although it was entirely possible. I also explained that the average size for a man was just around six inches so both of us were above the norm. Shayson chuckled and said that if he had to be above average having it be his dick was pretty cool. He wrapped his hand around both of our cocks and stroked a few times.s "Let's go sit or something," I said and headed toward the sofa with Shayson on tow. We sat right next to each other, thigh's touching, and sort of looked each other over while we both slowly stroked our cocks. "I'm thinking that you're probably gonna end up wanting to do more than just jack off Shayson, am I right?" He thought for a moment then nodded his head. "Then how about if we just cut to the chase and I give your first blow job. His smile was his answer. I moved down on the sofa, reached over took hold of his rigid boyhood then leaned in and licked the seeping precum from his swollen cock head then explored the entire surface with my tongue. Once that task was accomplished I opened wide and took him inside my mouth. "Ooohhhh," the young teen moaned as I swallowed a solid five inches of him before backing off, my lips gripping tighter as I slid up over the head. I really loved sucking cock and I loved sucking a teenage boy's cock even more. The only thing better was sharing that experience with a boy for his first time knowing how incredible the feeling were that were ripping through his body. Shayson's hand went to my head and he gently thrust his slender hips to coincide with my actions. I knew that the boy wouldn't be able to last very long; they rarely do, so wasn't all that surprised when he vocalized his impending explosion. I have no problem drinking a boy's sperm but generally I prefer to see him squirt the first time I'm with him. I love watching his facial expressions, the sounds he makes and how his body moves as he experiences the most intense and pleasurable feeling a boy can experience. I love seeing how much liquid his young body can make, how far he can ejaculate, the color and consistency of his cum. For me, watching a boy in the throes of orgasm is almost more fun than getting him there, sometimes even more fun than my own orgasm. I took him out of my mouth and proceeded to jack him off, repositioning my body so that I could stroke him and play with his balls gently tugging and fondling them. "Oh yeah Kory, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" and then he groaned. His mouth fell open, his belly constricted, his cock thickened and he came. Interestingly enough the first emergence of his sperm was a small shot that barely cleared the end of his swollen head. It was followed however by a thick stream of white goo that seemed as if it were in slow motion, almost hanging in the air a moment before splattering down on his left nipple. Three more similar squirts were followed by a few short little plops of cum like the first one before his balls started going through the slow oozing process followed by the boy relaxing back into the sofa. I'd been stroking my own hard cock since Shayson first squirted so by the time he was finished I had gotten to where I was ready to shoot. I quickly sat up and picked up speed, tugging at my own nuts as I loved myself. Shayson had already opened his eyes and was watching me so I only muttered a "here it is," and my dick began spurting as much liquid as Shayson had, multiple ropey jets of cum making a gooey white mess of my chest and belly and finally into my pubic hair as it oozed more globs of sperm. "That was intense," Shayson panted beside me, one of his hands idly fondling his balls and the base of his dick. "It felt awesome having you suck me like that Kory. Is it fun to do it, to suck on a boy's cock?" I nodded my head and he went on, "Then maybe we can clean off our cum and I can suck on you." I could find no fault with the boy's logic.