From: an96417@anon.penet.fi (The Tinman) Reply-To: an96417@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 1 Jun 1994 06:51:01 UTC Subject: Boy Friends (mm, pedo, cons) *** W A R N I N G *** The story you are about to read contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between boys and between boys and men. The decision to read it is yours and yours alone. Use your head. *** D I S C L A I M E R *** This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. *** A L L R I G H T S R E S E R V E D *** Permission is hereby given to distribute and archive this story via electronic means only, for non-profit use. The original header must remain intact. All rights to this story remain the property of the author. Permission is granted to print one copy for personal use only. *** R E P L I E S A N D S U G G E S T I O N S *** Replies and comments may be posted to alt.sex.stories.d. If there is sufficient interest, I will post again. These stories are for mature, intelligent readers only. Boy Friends 1 by The Tinman I had just returned from a weekend on the coast when I met the most extraordinary boy. Arriving on the midafternoon train I had avoided most of the crowds that would be arriving later in the evening. Crossing the platform I walked into the men's toilet. A boy standing at the middle of three urinals turned and looked at me as I entered the otherwise empty restroom. I stood in front of the urinal to his left and proceeded to relieve myself. No sooner had I started to urinate when I noticed the boy watching me. His head was turned slightly to the left and he was definitely trying to see my dick. I glanced toward his urinal and to my utter amazement the boy had an erection! He had undone the snap on his pants, zipped open his fly, and pulled down the front of his white undershorts. He was pressing down on the base of his stiff, circumcised penis so that it pointed forward. My heart started pounding at the sight of this aroused young boy. I did not know if he was aware that I could see what he was doing, because he was looking down at my penis. Then he looked up slightly at me. Our eyes met. "Hi," he said simply. "Hi!" I returned. "Can I come with you?" he asked shyly. "Um ..." I stammered. This was much too unexpected for me to react with any composure. But because his eyes seemed to plead with me to say yes, I did. "Sure, I guess so." We left the men's room and walked through the waiting room of the train station and out to the subway. Waiting for the subway train, I studied this young creature. He was about as tall as my shoulders, slim, with curly brown hair that had been grown into a little tail down the back of his neck. He was clothed in a dirty green tee shirt that rather clung to his shoulders and chest, revealing the young form beneath. His dirty blue corduroy pants were almost tight on his long, slim legs and little round butt. His white sneakers were also dirty. He had a sweet, innocent face that had not been washed in at least a day and bore a large blue bruise on one cheekbone. He looked like he was about twelve years old. "Hungry?" I asked him. "Oh, yeah!" he replied and took my hand. Embarrassed I slipped my hand from his grasp and, noticing a look of rejection on his face, I laid my hand on his shoulder and guided him into the crowded pizza place near the subway entrance for a quick slice of hot pizza. He wolfed down three huge slices while I watched and drank a beer. Few customers took note of the nicely dressed man with the dirty young boy, eating in silence, save for the exchange of names. He told me his name was Tim. I told him my name was Dave. Neither had lied to the other. We wasted no time getting to the subway and waited only a minute before the train came. We got on the train and he fell asleep next to me within one minute, his head resting on my shoulder while the train rocked him gently. He looked like he had neither slept nor bathed for two days. I would later learn the surprising story of how he had come to meet me this fateful day. Back at my apartment I asked him if he wanted to take a shower while I washed his dirty clothes. He undressed in the bathroom and gave me his clothes before getting into the shower. His little body was every bit as cute as I had guessed. He was a perfectly proportioned slim young boy. His crotch was naked and his almost completely limp penis was no more than two inches long. His hairless balls hung down a bit from his crotch. His legs were long and smooth. His buns were very round and smooth. He showered while I put his clothes into the washer. He came out of the bathroom wearing only the towel wrapped around his slim waist. "You look tired," I told him. "Do you want to lie down for a while?" He nodded his head and I led him into the bedroom. He flopped face down onto the bed and rested his head on a pillow, his face turned toward me. He arranged himself a bit on the bed, lifting his hips to loosen the towel with one hand so that the entire front of his body lay naked on my bed. The towel remained over his butt. I stroked one warm lean calf, reminding myself that when he picked me up he had had an erection. "You must really be tired," I said. "Uh, huh," he murmured quietly. I continued to massage his calf and stared at his little butt. Oh, if I could only see it naked up close! I imagined how beautiful it must be - two smooth round little buns and a smooth hairless crotch between his hairless thighs. I rubbed the back of his knee and he lay still. I massaged his smooth thigh and looked for a reaction on his face. He seemed very content and maybe even asleep. I stared at the towel which covered his little butt and tried to discern the form of his buns through the towel. I recalled the sight of his erection earlier that afternoon and tried to imagine what this kid really wanted from me. Did he want me to remove the towel? What then? Did he want me to touch him and bring pleasure to what seemed to be a very tired body? Was his penis, now naked against the sheet on my bed, erect as it was when we first met just hours ago? Did he want me to make his fantasy come alive? I could not imagine that he did not and worked up the boldness to slide the towel slowly off his young body. His boy butt was a joy to look at! I stared at the beautiful round buns. My heart pounded in my chest at the sight of this boy's butt and crotch. Such a beautiful vision had I never in my life seen before! I leaned closer to savor the delicate texture of his smooth butt cheeks. I stared at the cleft between them in hope of being able to see his butthole. I moved my face closer to his little butt and blew air into the crack between his pretty little buns. My eyes were glued to this unbelievable vision of loveliness. How was it possible that this twelve-year-old boy should wind up naked on my bed? It was too incredible to imagine! I thought sure I would wake from some unbelievable dream. I shook my head and was suddenly filled with a deep love for this naked boy here before me. He had fallen asleep. I blew air all over his little butt and into his crack. I gently kissed each cheek. Staring incredibly at this kid's naked butt I began ever so gently to lick his crack, kissing the cleft after each lick. In further disbelief I eventually pushed my tongue between his warm, smooth buttocks until I was able to touch his young anus. My heart pounding with love for this young boy my mind reeled as I completed the anal kiss, having pushed my face into his butt so that I could truly kiss his little butthole and press my tongue into his satin smooth orifice. For an eternity I was lost in the sensuous beauty of this youngster's anus and I licked every square millimeter of his rectal opening. I sat up and almost passed out I became so dizzy at the intense thrill of licking this kid's butthole. I was now certain that he wanted me to have him. I undressed and lay down next to him, face to face so close I could feel his hot breath as he exhaled slowly in half-sleep. I put my arm around him and stroked his thick mane of soft hair while I gazed at his delicate features. His skin was smooth and almost transparent, and the awful blue bruise, which I later learned was given to him by another boy whom he had met in the same men's room but later turned on him, seemed to glow in the late afternoon light. I kissed his bruised cheek and then his forehead, his eyes closed in deep slumber, his little upturned nose, and finally his parted lips. When our lips met he stirred and snuggled closer to me, burying his face in my shoulder as if seeking a hiding place from the outside world. He placed the palm of his hand on my chest where he could no doubt feel the heavy pounding of my heart. I held him tightly and he slid his leg up over my waist, pressing his crotch against my abdomen. He was erect. I slid my hand down his back onto his little round butt which I squeezed lovingly before stroking the smooth young thigh that lay on me. I returned my hand to his butt and again squeezed him lovingly against me. A little sigh escaped his lips and he slid his hand underneath my arm and hugged me closer, burying his face into my neck and sighed again. I slid my hand off his little buns and up his back to hold his head and shoulders tight against me. I kissed the top of his head. I imagined the love I felt for this kid would make my heart burst and I would perish for sure. I imagined that with some unknown power I would be able to rescue this kid from his apparently tenuous existence, so trusting of others and vulnerable to the cruelty of the few. I vowed, to myself, a devotion to his welfare, whether he should remain with me - an impossibility I was sure - or disappear into the mean streets once more, never to be heard from again. I felt a tear run down my cheek and drop onto the boy's face, anointing the evil bruise. I hugged him tightly and felt the boy's stiff penis press into my abdomen. We slept. I awoke in the dark. Afternoon had given way to evening and the curtains were bathed in the red-orange glow of sunset. I felt a small hand on my dick. The kid's fondling had wakened me and I felt my erection grow in his grasp. He squeezed and pulled it gently until it was completely erect. I looked at his face and kissed each closed eyelid. His eyes opened and two dark brown eyes looked up at me, seeking assurance that everything was still ok. I kissed his forehead and he closed his eyes again and let out a tiny moan. He stirred. Still holding my stiff dick in his hand he began sliding from my embrace down to my crotch. I rolled onto my back and he lay his head on my abdomen, apparently studying my dick which he continued to stroke and squeeze. He kissed the tip of my dick. I gasped when he did this and he lifted his head and turned to look at me. I smiled at him, speechless. That this kid wanted to make love to me ... was it possible? He turned back to my stiff cock and I began stroking his hair, neck, and shoulders. I felt his mouth slip over the tip of my dick. His tongue swirled around and around, and my penis stiffened even more in response to this exploration. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the thrill of a twelve-year-old boy sucking my dick! Words cannot describe the joy and excitement of his gentle innocence yielding so willingly to his natural desires and pulling me into his blossoming eroticism! I pressed gently on the back of his head to encourage him, to take me as much as he wanted. He sucked my penis as deeply as his young mouth could allow. A shudder passed through my body while his hot, wet mouth made love to my hardon. I just had to have him at the same time! I slowly rolled him onto the bed while I turned onto my side, taking care not to pull my dick from his grasp. I rolled us further until the boy was on his back, still sucking on my disk, and I was on my hands and knees over him, his hairless genitals just inches away from me. Such a wondrous sight! Slender, circumcised penis absolutely rigid with adolescent sexual desire lying stiffly against his tummy, skin satiny soft and free of the hair that puberty would soon cause to sprout on his crotch, balls drawn up tightly against his crotch, occasionally stirring whenever his erection lifted in anticipation of my oral caress. I grasped the kid's hardon in one hand and admired its youthful beauty. No longer than my index finger and just slightly larger in diameter it stiffened even more when I took hold of it. The kid sucked my dick deeply into his mouth and held it there, motionless while a tiny drop of clear fluid emerged from the tip of his little organ. I touched the tip of my tongue to the tip of his penis and spread the drop of precum over the satiny smooth glans. As I sucked the kid's stiffy into my mouth he lay still, my erection still firmly in his grasp, until my lips touched the base of his organ and my nose nestled into his little balls. Oh! what greater joy than to complete the erotic circle with this kid, sensual beyond his years, and share the mutual excitement of erotic love. When I started to swirl my tongue 'round and `round his stiff organ he gradually resumed sucking on my own organ. I could feel my orgasm drawing nearer each time the boy sucked me deeper into his hot mouth. I slipped his stiff cock out of my mouth and reveled in the beauty of his adolescent genitals. His little balls now hung somewhat loosely down into his crotch. I fondled them gently in one hand, lifting them up so I could see what lay beyond them. The soft naked skin of his crotch invited my gaze down between his round buns to the pink butthole I had caressed so lovingly with my tongue earlier in the afternoon. I leaned forward and kissed his testicles and sucked them into my mouth, playing with them with my tongue. The kid kept sucking me and I pulled his little balls as deeply into my mouth as possible. Then, reaching between his legs and pulling each one back under my armpits I lifted his butt up from the bed until I could see his splendid little anus. Such a beautiful sight! Puckered pink rosebud tightening once, twice, three times, then relaxing, opening slightly, inviting my kiss! Unable to hold back the roaring inferno of love and adoration for this amazing sexual creature I surrendered his balls and planted a kiss directly on the kid's butthole. Ah, sweet joy of man's desiring! I tongued his hole wildly as he sucked even harder on my penis. I fucked my tongue in and out of his little anus, transported by the smooth satin of his rectal opening. I thrust my tongue as deep into the youngster's butt as I could and held it there until I though I would pass out from holding my breath so long. I pulled back to catch my breath and just stared at this twelve-year-old's beautiful butt. My heart ached for this kid! So delirious with love was I that I imagined that we could somehow transport ourselves out of this world and into another where we could rejoice in each other's bodies forever, sharing a religious ecstasy that mere mortals could never comprehend. Head spinning I dropped my face back down to his testicles and sucked each of them, one after the other, and then sucked his erect penis into my mouth again. The boy emitted a high-pitched moan when I took his dick into my mouth and started pumping his hips up and down, thrusting his stiffy deeper and deeper into my mouth. He sucked me faster and faster, both hands on my crotch, holding my dick in position for his sucking. I reached behind him with one hand and stimulated his anal area, rubbing his virgin ass and anus, pulling his buns apart to expose his hole more completely to my eyes, this twelve-year-old kid's butthole absolutely naked and exposed to my incredulous eyes! I licked my index finger and swirled his virgin hole with saliva, pressing the tip of my finger gently but insistently against his tight little hole until, slowly, gradually, I penetrated his anus with my index finger until I was able to feel the precious mound that was his prostate, which I massaged and stimulated, exalting in the slippery, hot rectum of this youngster and sharing with him sexual stimulation such as he had surely never in his young life envisioned, his stiff dick in a guy's mouth, the guy's finger in his butthole, and he sucking the guy's hard cock. He grunted while he sucked and bounced his hips up and down, now thrashing wildly on the bed, my finger deep in his butthole, stimulating his gland. He dug his heels into the mattress and pushed his hips into the air, driving his little erection as deeply into my mouth as he could, sucking my dick faster and faster, slurping madly, intent on milking my cum from me. I could feel my climax rising, rising, building in intensity with each thrust of his head on my organ, him thrusting, thrusting, thrusting his hips higher and higher, driving his boner deeper into my mouth until finally he thrust his hips high and held them there, stiffening, then crying sweetly "Mmmmmhhhhhhh!" as I felt his penis pulse once, twice, then a third time and I could feel the first jet of semen shoot against my tongue, then again, and again, powerful little jets of boycum spraying against my tongue, his stiff adolescent penis pulsating with orgasm, his tight young anus throbbing around my probing finger, his sphincter throbbing, throbbing throbbing around my finger, his boner squirting with each anal throb, squirting droplets of semen, squirting, squirting, and with each squirt a simultaneous pulse of sphincter and penis, the kid whimpering in sexual frenzy, his crotch pressed firmly against my face, legs pushing, pushing, pushing his young ejaculating genitals hard against my mouth, pumping his boyhood juices into my mouth, we two spirits wheeling heavenward in orgasmic ecstasy! The kid held my hard cock in my mouth while he ejaculated into mine and while his little penis throbbed with orgasm in my mouth I exploded in his young mouth, cumming, cumming, cumming into his face while he sucked and drank my cum, moaning while he sucked and sucked while I came, filling his mouth with semen. Oh! joy of joys!!! We sucked each other's orgasms from each other, caught up in the erotic whirlwind of ecstasy, I almost ready to burst into tears of love for this kid and he throwing his arms around my waist and clinging tightly to me, my dick still in his mouth, wildly sensitive to his flicking tongue. His semen in my mouth was sweet and salty and slippery and I picked his hips up from the bed, his legs hugging my face tightly against his crotch and fell sideways back onto the bed, the two of us still joined, face to crotch and crotch to face. Out of breath I released my oral grip on his penis and sat up, my finger still in his butt. He held tightly to my dick, turning so he could lay his head in my lap and suck my softening penis. I caressed him gently while I caught my breath, stroking his head with one hand and fingering his behind with the other, and admired his beautiful young face while he sucked my dick lovingly, petting and stroking it and now and then letting it slip out of his mouth so he could look at it. His ruby lips glistened with my cum and, finally pulling my finger from his butthole, I caught his head in my hands and drew him close to me and kissed him, our tongues delving into each other's mouths, our cum mixing, creating a magic potion which we drank deeply. Now drunk with ecstasy we fell back onto the bed and hugged. I marveled at the slender young boy I held so closely and rolled onto my back so he was lying on top of me. I stroked this beautiful kid's shoulders, back, and butt, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh and fingering his little butthole once more, gently. He kissed my cheek and hugged my neck tightly. I rolled him sideways so he lay next to me and embraced him until once more, our post-orgasmic glow melting into sweet memory, he slipped into a deep slumber, safe in my arms, safe from the world, and safe in our secret intimacy. He was gone when I awoke. The room was dark, silent, save for the whisper of the cool nighttime breeze that rustled the curtains in the bedroom. I groped around the bed in the dark, searching, hoping to find him curled up at the edge of the bed. Not finding him I turned on the light beside the bed. He was really gone. I got out of bed and pulled on my underwear. Surely he must be in the kitchen, or bathroom, or somewhere in the apartment. Yes, he must be asleep on the couch in the living room. Yes, that's it! I quickly, quietly tiptoed downstairs and turned on the hall light. He was not asleep on the couch in the living room. He was not in the bathroom. He was not in the kitchen. He was gone! His clothes! I had washed his only clothes, so how could he have left without anything to wear? I checked the dryer and, sure enough, they were gone. He had gotten up without waking me, found his clean, dry clothes in the dryer, dressed, and left without me hearing him. My heart sunk with the realization that the young boy to whom I had just hours ago secretly sworn love and devotion was gone. The delicate young soul, now as before coursing through a world that could be unfriendly and hurtful, who had sought warmth and intimacy from a stranger, who had yielded his erotic self to the one man among thousands, no tens of thousands, who would embrace his young body without rejection of his valid sexual drive, this young boy was now gone as if he had never even existed. I wandered back upstairs, turning off lights behind me, and lie down on the bed in the dark. I grieved for the loss of this man-child. I lay awake for what seemed like hours. My soul was rocked this way and that as my mind searched in half-sleep for a rational explanation for all that had happened since that afternoon, from our meeting in the unclean men's room of the train station, to our unimaginably erotic escape from the world in the very bed where I now lay, to his unnerving disappearance into a world treacherous with non-acceptance of boy-lovers and their young companions. Grief lapsed into worry. Was he returning to the place where he had received that nasty bruise on his cheek? What dangers was he facing? Would he remember me with fondness and longing or would he be turned against me by those who would manipulate him to believe a lie, that there was no such thing as erotic love between man and boy? Worry turned to terror. Had I been tricked? Had this boy been an instrument of capture for the vulnerable man who acknowledged the erotic affection of a twelve-year-old boy? What would the hours, days, weeks that lie before me bring? In nightmarish half-sleep I saw myself drowning in a reeling whirlpool of unknown horrors as our fragile, loving encounter was transformed into one of dirtiness and evil. Then came the knock on the door. I sat bolt upright in bed, heart thundering. Who, oh, who could be at my door at this time of this particular night? Unsure whether I was still in dream or whether this unfolding nightmare was reality itself I got out of bed, pulled on a bathrobe, and descended the dimly lit stairs to my fate. I turned the knob and opened the door. I stood face to face with a cop. Beyond him, in the backseat window of a patrol car, I recognized the face of the boy to whom I had entrusted myself hours ago. I nearly fainted. Boy Friends 2 by The Tinman "Good evening, sir. Sorry to wake you, but I need to ask you a couple questions," he stated evenly. "Yes," I managed to reply. "What is it?" "I have a boy here who says he knows you." "Yes ..." "Can you tell me your relationship with him?" "Uh ... why do you ask?" "No particular reason, sir. Just want to be sure the boy's telling the truth." "Well, I ..." "Uncle Dave! Uncle Dave!" Tim had bolted from the patrol car and ran up the walkway, pushed his way past the officer, and threw his arms around me. "Mom and dad had a big fight again and dad says he's gonna leave again and they were screaming and hollering and mom was crying and dad was real mad and banging doors and made me go to my room and I got mad and ran away and ..." He was sobbing. "I'm sorry, officer, I didn't know what happened. I thought he was in some kind of trouble." "No, I just found him at the train station and I was certain he was a runaway." I thanked the officer for bringing him "home" and he left after giving me a small duffel bag of Tim's possessions. I closed the door and a world of terror vanished behind it. Tim and I went into the kitchen. He was silent. I poured each of us a glass of milk. I was still shaking. "Tim, what happened? Why did you leave?" He wouldn't look at me. He mumbled something I couldn't understand. "What did you say?" "I said I just wanted to get my stuff. I was gonna come back. You're not gonna make me leave, are you?" "Oh, no! Of course not!" I knelt down beside him and hugged him. He hugged me back. Tears still flowed down his cheeks. "I didn't know what had happened. I was so worried. I was so, so worried." I didn't tell him that some of that worry was about myself. Thus consoled with hugs and milk (both of us!) he related to me the story of the past two days that had brought him into my life. He told me about his friend Louis. He told me about his mom finding him and Louis naked in his bedroom. He told me about the argument with his parents when he told them he was gay. He told me about running away and sleeping in the train station for two nights. He told me about the older boy who had befriended him, seduced him, then punched him in the face right after they had sex, giving him that dreadful bruise. He told me he just wanted to get his stuff from the locker at the train station so he could stay with me. Then he was silent. He looked at me with pleading eyes, red from crying. My heart broke for him. This tender young boy so unfairly thrust into a world of hate and intolerance. I nearly burst into tears myself at his plight and - not knowing whether I could even make good on my promise - I told him he could stay with me. That I would take care of him, protect him. That I loved him. We embraced. I carried him up to the bedroom, turning off lights behind us. We undressed and got into bed. He snuggled up beside me, naked, and was soon fast asleep. I slept, too, not yet realizing what incredible challenges the future held for both of us. We slept late. I had only one class on Mondays and that wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon, so I could afford the luxury of sleeping in. Summer semester didn't usually present a very demanding teaching schedule and I was usually able to keep Fridays free and at least Monday mornings. And this particular Monday morning I was very glad to be able to lie in bed as long as I wanted because beside me lay the sleeping, naked figure of a young boy. I sat up in bed and gazed at the delicate male creature that had sought refuge in me. He was lying on his back, one arm flung to the side of the bed, the other lying at his side. His soft brown hair was mussed up and fell back away from his forehead. I studied his face: narrow with a high forehead, clear olive complexion, soft brown eyebrows, long eyelashes, slender, straight nose, thin lips that curled up at the corners, and a small but strong chin - the cute boyish features that would surely mature into those of a handsome man. I stroked the bruised cheek gently, no longer purple but now a deep red, a sure sign of imminent healing. My eyes traveled down to his neck and smooth chest and small pink nipples. The sheet lay across his taut abdomen, covering his legs and groin. I grasped the edge of the sheet and slowly pulled it down to reveal the boy's crotch. His right foot was pulled up to his left knee and his testicles hung down into his crotch. His small penis was limp and lay on his right thigh. Such a beautiful thing to behold, the hairless genitals of a young boy! I took hold of the kid's balls and fondled them gently, rolling them around in his scrotum. The silken purse held a treasure of erotic delight, both for him and for me. Then I let his testicles hang loosely between his thighs and carefully lifted his soft penis. I smiled to myself and admired this precious prize: a slim sausage, circumcised, with a smooth pink glans and tiny opening at the tip. To think that the night before this cute little organ had been stiff as gristle, in my mouth, and ejaculating! So simple a thing that could bring two people such indescribable pleasure! I cupped the kid's balls and dick in my hand and squeezed gently. His penis started to stiffen, first becoming rubbery in my hand, then stretching and hardening until it was almost as long as my index finger. I let his erection emerge between thumb and forefinger and squeezed my hand around his balls and the base of his penis, then released his balls and started masturbating him. The kid slept while I played with his hardon. Perhaps he was dreaming of Louis. Or of me! I encircled his penis with thumb and forefinger just below the glans where I knew the erotic sensations would be greatest and started moving my hand up and down. I stared at the stiff little rod that I was jacking off, stared at the lovely pink glans and at the adorable little hole that opened and closed slightly with each up and down movement of my hand. His little dick was completely hard. I masturbated him with a steady rhythm, up and down, up and down, squeezing the tip gently with each upward stroke. I masturbated him the way I would masturbate myself, drawing maximum sexual pleasure into his loins, his testicles, his erect penis. His scrotum tightened, pulling his little balls up against his crotch. Oh, what a beautiful thing to behold! This twelve-year-old kid's hairless crotch, his delicate, silken scrotum wrinkling with excitement, his slick-smooth penis stiff with sexual arousal! My own penis was stiff and perilously close to his hand, for if his hand were to contact my erection even slightly I would surely cum. I continued the steady masturbation and gazed at his face. He dreamt. His eyes darted back and forth beneath gentle, closed eyelids. His lips parted slightly and his breathing quickened to a little pant. His penis stiffened in my hand, lifting slightly once, then again. The panting became more urgent, his eyes darting rapidly back and forth. He's panting, panting, panting and his little dick tightens more and more. I stare at his erection while I jack it up and down, his little boy panting music in my ears, until ... he gasps, holds his breath, and a squirt of kidcum shoots from his penis all the way up to his chin, then another squirt, and another, thin droplets of semen shooting onto his smooth, muscular chest, his held gasp now escaping in a long sigh of pleasure and release as he ejaculates, shooting a thin stream of boycum over his chest and abdomen, pearls of liquid youth gushing from the most beautiful of fountains! Thus enraptured I am suddenly, uncontrollably, ejaculating on the boy's hand, carried away in mutual sympathetic orgasm with this boy! And then his hand takes hold of my ejaculating penis and squeezes, causing me to drop my face against his chest, his young cum hot and slippery on my cheek, his heart pounding in my ears while I cum helplessly into his hand! Oh, miracle of miracles! Love and surrender in shared orgasm! As if in supernatural communication we held each other's organs tightly, slipping slowly from the ecstacy of erotic explosion into the warm embrace of orgasmic afterglow, where we remained, silent, meaning exchanged only in the relaxation of our breathing. I kissed his tummy and savored his sweet semen. Tim, I swear to myself, no harm shall come to you if it is within my power. I swear myself to your protection. Tim, sweet gay boy, Tim, face life with courage! You are not alone! I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him, still holding his penis, now limp, and he still holding mine. I smiled and shook my head in disbelief. Tim opened his eyes and smiled back, then lifting his head from the pillow kissed me on the lips and dropped back, smiling. His lips glistened with his own cum. I kissed him and we shared his semen between our lips. I released his genitals and hugged him tightly. He threw his arms around my neck and we kissed long, savoring every molecule of his boycum. Sometime later, I don't know when, we returned to the pedestrian reality of sweat-soaked, cum-sticky bedsheets and we both agreed that it was time to get up. That evening I had determined that he must inform his parents that he is well and safe, even if he had no intention of returning to them. We discussed his situation over breakfast and again after I returned from my only class that day. His father hated him, he was convinced, and would not let his "faggot kid" live under his roof. His mom he wasn't too sure about. She was a little freaked out when she walked in on him and his friend Louis naked in his bedroom ("doing exercises," he told her, hoping she would not notice their erections), but didn't really get mad like his dad. I explained to him how common it is for parents to react like that and suggested that, if he wanted to have peace at home, he would have to return on his own terms: they must love him as a gay son or not at all. I was impressed with how he was able to grasp this situation so well but then again I'd always believed that being gay imbued a person with a certain degree of giftedness. Tim was proof. Needless to say the phone call did not go over well. Mom was relieved to know he was ok, but dad was irrational and would have nothing to do with him. What kind of parent could abandon such a sweet boy so readily, I wondered. Then again, dad was probably trying to face down the most frontal assault on his sexual security he would ever experience (what would he tell the guys at work?). This was going to take some time. In the meantime, Tim would remain with me - with his mother's implicit permission, even though Tim didn't tell her who I was or where I lived. At least she was still able to communicate with Tim on the important things. His well-being was secure for the present. Dinner was barbecued hamburgers. Tim talked incessantly. So much that he had wanted to talk about before but which has remained bottled up by his repressive surroundings now came pouring out. He told me a lot about his friend Louis. Louis was also gay. He and Louis went to the same school and had been friends since they were 7. They had engaged in the usual sexual exploration that little boys do, but neither had acquired the shell of denial that prevented their sexual feelings for each other from surfacing. Of course, boys that age don't feel the passion that stirs older boys and men, but they do feel the innate, instinctive need for sexual arousal and contact. Tim told me about the time when he slept over at Louis' house. They slept in the same bed and after the lights had been turned out, Tim felt a warm hand on his crotch. Louis was "feeling him out" and Tim experienced his first erection. They snuggled each other like teddy bears all night. They were both eight years old. Tim was amazingly frank and uninhibited with me. I tried to be equally frank and uninhibited with him, as I think I can be, but there are still years of self-loathing to be shed before I can be really comfortable with a boy like Tim. Nonetheless, I was determined not to let my grown-up hangups infect his precious, innocent self. He should grow up knowing sex to be good, not naughty as I had been taught. So, as my cock grew hard while he told me about their after-dark explorations, I didn't hide it or act embarrassed. We polished off almost a quart of ice cream for dessert and then snuggled on the couch watching a movie I had rented. It was one of my favorite movies when I was a kid, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles." I don't think he enjoyed it as much as I did when I was his age. He thought the costumes looked too fake. I thought they looked authentic - you could actually tell they were costumes and not digi-graphic afterdressing. Oh, well, they just don't make movies like they used to. I felt at peace with Tim. I lay on my side on the couch, my head propped up on one arm. He lay in front of me, his little round butt snuggled back against my crotch. His head lay on a pillow just beneath my chin. I held him close with my other arm, my hand beneath his tee shirt on his smooth chest. Every once in a while my cock, largely stiff thoughout the movie, would push itself against his behind. The first time it did that he turned and smiled mischievously and wriggled his butt back against my hardon. I slid my hand down his warm, smooth chest and abdomen and onto the crotch of his sweat pants where I discovered to no surprise that he was also hard. I kissed him on the forehead and we watched the movie like this, every once in a while checking and confirming each other's continuous state of sexual arousal. We showered after the movie. Together, of course. I scrubbed him from head to toe, and every square millimeter of his smooth young body was a delight to look at and touch. He stood under the steady stream of hot water with a goofy smile on his face while I shampooed his hair. Then lathering up some soap on my hands I gently washed his pretty face. Holding the back of his head with one hand I scrubbed his forehead with the pads of my fingertips, then softly scrubbed his cheeks, eyelids, nose, ears, mouth, chin, and neck. He let his head drop back, cradled in my hand, and smiled dreamily while I cleansed his adorable face. Glancing down between his legs I saw that his little dick was partly erect. Oh, I was definitely in love with this kid! I turned him around and rinsed his head under the shower, then proceeded to lather his back. With both hands I massaged his shoulders with the slippery soap suds. Then I washed each arm and hand, meticulously scrubbing every finger. Returning to his shoulder I continued the massage down his back until I reached his round little buns. I squatted down so I was face to butt with him and gave his buttcheeks a soapy massage. Looking up I saw that he was obviously enjoying himself. His head was still tossed back and he still had that silly smile on his face. I continued to massage his slim hips and butt, then, gathering fresh lather, soaped each slender, slippery thigh and calf before returning to his butt, my left hand lathering the outside of his left thigh and hip, my right hand soaping the inside of his thigh, gradually working my way up to his perineum, and then back along the tender ridge of flesh to his anus which I fingered gently, spreading his buns enough to see the cute little rectal opening and cleaning the circle of pink-brown anal skin. Then I repeated the procedure, holding his right hip with my right hand and slipping my left hand up along the inside of his right thigh, up to the precious anal target. Having thus cleansed the boy from behind I stood and turned his back into the shower to rinse the soap from his body. Gathering fresh lather I soaped his smooth chest, pausing to make circles over each nipple with my thumbs until I felt each one become erect. Then, squatting down once more I soaped his abdomen, enjoying the slick skin of his torso before continuing down each thigh, scrubbing his kneecaps, then shins, then each foot. Finally I slid my hands up each slippery leg until I reached his genitals. With fresh lather I gently cleaned his balls and penis. As I massaged his stiff, slippery organ I looked up to see him gazing down at me, still with that silly-looking smile that assured me that all was well with the world. I massaged his hairless genitals, slippery with soap, for about a half a minute, rolling his little balls as if scrubbing them inside their pouch and pulling his erect penis forward to slide a soapy hand over the hairless pubic area where there would soon be a patch of soft hair. Now thoroughly clean I stood and turned him into the spray to rinse the front of his body. Then while I shampooed my hair and washed my face, he scrubbed my back. While I washed my arms I felt his small hands massaging my butt and moments later soapy fingers were penetrating my crack. I felt a single slippery fingertip probe my hole, not daring to enter. Then he scrubbed the backs of my legs and I turned around so he could scrub the front. Working his way up my thighs he soon held my balls in one hand while he soaped up my dick - erect, of course - sliding his slippery fist up and down the shaft and scrubbing the tip with a thumb. I gazed lovingly at Tim while his eyes were focused on my stiff cock. I wished I could enter his mind to discover what thoughts roamed therein while he held my sex organs. At that moment he looked up at me and smiled. I smiled at him. Perhaps we could enter each other's psyches after all, if not directly then indirectly, our mutual arousal a channel of communication. I turned into the shower and rinsed. We toweled off and got into bed. Boy Friends 3 by The Tinman I lay on my back and Tim lay next to me, his head on my chest facing my crotch. He held my erect penis in his hand and jacked it up and down. I stroked his hair with one hand and with the other stroked up and down his side, from his shoulder down to his hip, occasionally pausing to squeeze his buttcheek. After a minute or two of this silent masturbating and caressing Tim moved his head closer to my penis until he finally kissed the tip. With gentle pressure on the back of his head to show my approval he sucked the tip of my erection into his mouth. The feel of his hot little mouth on my hardon made me moan with pleasure and I squeezed his shoulder lovingly. I could feel his hot, wet tongue flicking across the glans and probing the hole. Ah, such sweet, tender loving from the mouth of a boy! I was sure I would cum right then, but I held back to give him the pleasure of sucking me as long as possible. One hand on the back of his head I placed the other on his cheek and cuddled his head while he sucked my dick. "Oh, Tim!" I cooed, "that feels so nice! You make me so happy!" Tim withdrew his mouth from my hardon and replied, "I love you, too!" and then continued sucking. My heart soared at the sound of those words from his mouth which now held my erect penis. `Yes, Tim,' I thought, `I love you, too. More than you will ever know.' My heart pounded with love for this kid and I thrilled at the thought of our shared lust for each other. Now, I, too, was hungry for his sex. "Tim, straddle my face so I can suck you while you suck me." Tim immediately positioned his crotch directly over my face and dangled his little balls near my lips and then resumed blowing me. I gazed in wonder at the miracle that hovered just inches above my face. His little dick was straight and stiff and a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. His ballsack was tight against his crotch. The beautiful curves of his butt were silhouetted against the ceiling beyond. His buttcheeks were open just enough to where I could see his butthole. I placed my hands on his bottom and pulled his cheeks apart so I could stare at his beautiful anus. And what a vision it was! Small pink pucker, so clean and tight! I pulled his butt down against my face until his balls rested on my chin and his cheeks caressed mine. I pressed the tip of my tongue against his hole. He relaxed and sat down against my probing tongue. Nestling his butt down against my mouth he sucked my dick deeper into his mouth. I could feel an orgasm building deep inside my crotch. I started masturbating him with one hand while I tongue-fucked his butthole. Tim started sucking harder, bobbing his head up and down on my dick. He really only was able to get the tip and about a quarter of the shaft into his mouth, but that was more than enough to drive me wild. His insistent sucking, sucking, sucking were drawing me closer and closer to orgasm. I masturbated his stiff dick faster and faster in response to his quickening sucking. I had pushed my tongue into his hole and could feel his sphincter relax to let me in as I probed more deeply. The deeper I tongued his hole, the harder he pressed his butt against my face. I thrilled at the sight of this kid's butt in my face, my tongue deep in his anal opening and my dick in his mouth while I jacked him off. He started moaning, little groans of erotic submission with the approach of his own orgasm. He sucked me more and more fervently, pulling my hard dick as deeply into his mouth as he could manage, his tongue flicking back and forth, up and down, probing the hole, one hand on the shaft and the other holding my balls, sucking, sucking, sucking until I could hold back no longer and with an indescribable orgasmic explosion started shooting, shooting, shooting into his mouth, my face deeply buried in his pretty butt, my tongue in his hole, rimming this kid as he'd never been rimmed before, jacking him off while I licked his butthole! He sucked greedily, drinking the cum from my ejaculating penis, sucking harder and driving me to peaks of sensation I had never before experienced! And just when I thought I could stand his hot little mouth no longer he began to grunt, "Mmmphh, mmmphhh, mmmphhh!" and I felt his sphincter pulse once, then again, then again, that tight ring of rectal muscle contracting in orgasm, and with each rectal pulse his penis throbbed and a jet of boycum squirt into my hand while I masturbated him, each hot blast of semen pumped out hard by his orgasming organs, pumping, pumping, pumping, his butthole pulsing, pulsing, pulsing, his little cock throbbing with ejaculation, slippery hot cum lubricating my hand while I jerked his stiff organ up and down while it throbbed in my hand, spraying boycum with each throb! Tim squirmed and moaned but I held him tight. We were complete! I orgasmed with my penis in his mouth and he orgasmed with my tongue in his anus, a perfect erotic circle rejoicing in each other's sensual gifts! We held each other in oral orgasmic embrace until finally his genitals no longer pulsated and mine no longer produced semen and then we held each other even longer until at last he rolled off of me and rotated quickly to kiss me. My tongue, seconds ago deep in his anus, now darted into his mouth and we shared the taste of my cum. I broke our kiss for a moment to lick his cum from my hand and then kissed him again, our cum mingling in our mouths! He moaned in ecstacy, hugging me tightly! I held him like I never wanted to let him go, which I did not. Oh, Tim! My dear, dear Tim! I held him tightly and felt our hearts pound in unison. Such love surely has no equal! I reached over to turn out the lights and sometime later we faded into sleep and I dreamt more sweetly than ever before in my life. I never expected that I'd see the kid that had given Tim that awful bruise, but by the same token I never expected that Tim would react the way he did when I did see him. We had slept well and when I awoke Tim was cuddled up next to me, his face buried in my armpit, one hand on my chest. He awoke when I kissed his forehead, but we didn't get out of bed until much later. We both lay in bed, alternately sleeping and waking, hugging, caressing, and, occasionally, fondling each other. A shower and a hot breakfast got us ready for our first outing. Tim needed clothes. Macy's was as crowded as usual. We took our time choosing two shirts, two pairs of shorts, a pair of pants, athletic socks, underwear, and a pair of sneakers. I was happy just to watch him model all sorts of outfits. He seemed to have a knack for finding clothes that showed off his slender young body very nicely. As much as I would have preferred, I didn't let him get the tight shorts that revealed his genitals in spandex profile (`Won't you be embarrassed if you get a hardon and everyone can see it?'). But the tight soft-fabric jeans that clung to his round little butt were ok by me! I was so taken with him I hardly even noticed the other nice-looking boys shopping with their mothers. But Tim did and felt a need to point them out to me. He even said `hi' to one particularly cute youngster about his age. The kid smiled at him, then at me, and returned the `hi.' Shopping was fun. After leaving Macy's we stopped to get ice cream. That is, one of us got ice cream and one of us carried shopping bags. Walking down the avenue Tim got ahead of me when I paused to balance the load and just as I looked up I saw a boy about six inches taller than Tim, apparently hanging out with one of his buddies, stick out his foot and deliberately trip Tim. Just as I was about to run forward to protect my young friend, Tim leapt to his feet, shoved the other boy against the side of the building, held him there, and whispered something to him before backing off. The boy looked at his friend, then at Tim, and said, "Sorry, dude, accident." He and his friend walked away while I stood in amazement. "What was that all about?" I asked Tim while his assailant disappeared into the crowds. "That was that kid I told you about, the one that hit me after I sucked him," he replied. His voice was steady, full of confidence. "I saw him deliberately trip you. I was sure there was going to be a fight." "I just did what you told me." I had forgotten our conversation the other night about boys who want to have sex with other boys but are too chicken to admit it to themselves. I didn't remember giving any particularly good advice. "And, what was that?" "I just stood up for myself and told him that if he wanted I'd tell his friend that he let me suck him off and if he had any balls he'd tell his friend himself." Tim, I thought to myself, you are not only beautiful, but smart and courageous, too. I grabbed his head in a hammerlock and rubbed his head with my knuckles. "There's only one kid with balls around here as far as I can tell!" He beamed. That evening Tim had arranged a visit with his friend Louis. He was afraid that Louis might be in trouble because he had run away and it was because the two of them had been playing naked the previous week. I had misgivings about having his friend of unknown trustworthiness come here, but Tim assured me that Louis would not tell on him. Having gained considerable respect for his ability to handle himself and deal with people, I agreed that it would be alright to bring Louis over, even though I was not totally convinced it was a good idea. But, as I thought it over, I realized that Louis was Tim's special friend, his only sexual friend before he met me, and that friendship needed special care. And, after all, I believed that Tim had earned my trust and should be entrusted. He gave me a hug and a wet kiss on the cheek when I said yes. Tim had gone to meet Louis at the park and was gone for about an hour before the two of them returned. I in the meantime was to arrange dinner and download a movie or two for the evening's entertainment. I was stirring tomato sauce for spaghetti when I heard the knock on the door. When I opened the door and saw the two tee-shirt-and-shorts-clad youngsters, I almost dropped the saucepan to the floor! I wasn't at all prepared for Louis. I guess I really hadn't given much thought to what sort of boy Louis was, assuming he was just another Tim. He was the same age as Tim , but a good four inches taller. He was slim like Tim, but without the nice athletic definition of Tim's arm, leg, and - as I would see later - chest muscles. Instead he had a childlike delicacy on an adolescent's frame. As fate would have it he was blond-haired, blue-eyed, and exceptionally cute with a quick and easy smile that surely made him instant friends. No wonder Tim liked him! "Well, come on in and make yourselves homely!" I said, trying to conceal my admiration for Tim's friend. "My name's Dave. You must be Louis." "Hi!" Louis replied, flashing that smile that won my instant friendship. "C'mon in, man! I'm starvin'!" Tim escorted Louis to the table without bothering with anything as redundant as introductions or anything. The boys sat down and turned to me expecting immediate service. "Uh, I think we'll wait until the spaghetti's cooked before we eat. Why don't you guys wash up and we'll eat in about fifteen minutes." I watched as the boys disappeared into the hallway, noticing Louis' perky round butt. Ah, yes, I would have a hard time concentrating on the movie tonight. I resolved to behave myself and play father figure as best I knew how. Dinner preparations kept me occupied while Tim showed Louis around. Unfortunately I couldn't hear what Tim said to Louis that made them both giggle so much. I would learn that, and much more, as the evening wore on. Dinner involved lots of talking, joking, and occasional airborne globules of spaghetti sauce. If I hadn't had the inexplicable foresight to cloak each of them in a large cloth napkin it would have been necessary to do laundry after dinner, and, realizing that, quickly regretted my foresight. After they helped clear the table I ordered both of them back into the bathroom to clean faces and hands of errant sauce. As I loaded the dishwasher I heard the sound of the shower running. I resisted every temptation to peak into the bathroom to see what was going on. I concentrated instead on cleaning anything I could find and then did a quick scan on the movies I'd loaded, anything to keep my mind from wandering into the bathroom and my dick from wandering out of my shorts. The shower stopped and was followed by chatter and giggling, neither intelligible. I poured sodas for each of us and sat on the couch just as Tim and Louis, barefoot and shirtless, emerged from the bathroom. They flew onto the couch, Tim next to me and Louis next to him. Tim looked up at me and smiled mischievously. I was done for! Tim snuggled close to me, draping one slender leg over mine, spreading his crotch wide. His short shorts barely concealed the delightful little organ I knew so well. Louis lay back against the pillow on the end of the couch, legs pulled up, toes tucked under Tim's thigh. I admired his lovely, long, hairless legs. His shorts didn't quite conceal everything, because I could follow the smooth skin of his thigh with my eyes all the way up into his shorts to where thigh and scrotum met in tender transition. I reached for the remote and turned up the heat up a few degrees so the boys wouldn't get cold and then pressed another button to start the movie. I watched absent-mindedly. Tim and Louis were too much of a distraction for me. I had one arm around Tim and the other hand had found itself on his thigh draped over my leg. I rubbed his thigh, massaging it gently from his knee up along the soft smooth skin of his inner thigh until I reached the hem of his shorts and then back again. Tim and Louis exchanged a glance. While I continued the slow massage Tim slipped his hand up along Louis' calf and squeezed. Louis extended both legs across Tim's lap and the slender young calf that had been in Tim's hand was now in mine. I massaged Louis' calves gently, first one, then the other, before moving to to his feet. Tim was rubbing Louis' thighs, stroking as I had his own thighs up from the knees along the smooth hairless inner thigh up to and just inside the hem of his shorts, not quite reaching his crotch. Both boys appeared to be watching the movie but I suspected their concentration lay elsewhere. Then, at some point, Louis looked at Tim and reaching up with one hand grasped his arm, pulling him toward him. Tim lay down next to Louis, nestled between the back of the couch and his young friend. Louis turned his back to Tim, placing his pretty round butt against Tim's groin. Tim flexed his legs, first pushing his crotch forward against Louis' behind, then pushing his butt back against my side. Tim put his arm around Louis, pulling him close and Louis held Tim's arm against his naked chest. Both boy's legs were stretched across my lap, their butts nestled beside me. Throughout this maneuver I had not lifted my hand from Louis' leg and now I continued the slow, gentle stroking, but now past his knee and up along his smooth thigh to the hem of his shorts and on to his hip, reaching the waistband before returning along the length of his long legs to his calf. He sighed and pressed his butt back against Tim's crotch one more time. We watched the remainder of the movie like this, occasionally shuffling just a bit to make ourselves slightly more comfortable. I alternated between the two boys, massaging first Louis' legs, and then Tim's. At one point Tim looked back at me, withdrawing his crotch from Louis' warm behind, and smiled. As my hand worked its way up along his thigh and up to the waistband of his shorts, I let it drift down into the space he had created, pressing my palm against his crotch and finding an erect penis beneath soft cotton fabric. I smiled, squeezing his erection gently, and he pressed his crotch forward, capturing my hand between his hard little dick and Louis' round buns. He thrust his hips forward, driving his penis into the palm of my hand and the back of my hand into the crack between Louis' plush buttcheeks. Louis looked back at me and smiled, the same smile that had captivated me when we first met. He reached down briefly and pulled the front of his shorts forward, apparently rearranging what lay beneath. Tim relaxed and I withdrew my hand, slipping it back along his lean thigh and then over to Louis' thigh. I stroked upward along the front of his thigh and onto his hip where Tim reached down and took hold of my wrist and guided my hand onto Louis' crotch. I felt a small bulge. His penis was hard. I held my hand flat against his crotch and Tim thrust his hips once more, driving his penis against the crack of Louis' butt and Louis' stiff penis against the palm of my hand. I took hold of the kid's cock and massaged it gently for a few moments before Tim let go of my wrist and I returned my hand to Louis' soft thigh. Tim looked back at me again. "What if we got undressed?" he asked. "Ok by me!" I replied, trying not to sound too eager. "Louis?" Louis rotated onto his back and looked at us. He was such a darling kid. Pretty face, skinny body, and an obvious erection in his shorts. I wanted to lick him like a popsicle, catching every drip. "Ok," he said. Tim got up immediately and dropped his shorts. Clearly he was the eager one! I stood up and pulled off my shirt, then pants, then, as Louis watched carefully, my underwear. "See?" Tim asked his friend. Louis' eyes widened in response. I was beginning to figure out what the giggling in the bathroom was about. Louis stood up and slipped off his shorts. He was as beautiful as I had suspected. His stiff cock, just a little longer than Tim's, stood up straight from his crotch. His hairless balls hung down between his legs. A small patch of thin blonde pubic hair grew above the base of his penis. He looked down at his dick, then at mine. My cock was completely erect. The boys exchanged a glance once more and then Tim took hold of my dick. "You first!" he said to Louis. I was astonished to see Louis drop to his knees in front of me and start sucking the tip of my dick. I gave a look of surprise to Tim and he said, "It's ok, isn't it?" "Oh sure! You bet!" I mussed his hair. "Whatever you guys want to do is ok by me!" Tim got down on his knees and fondled my balls while Louis sucked my cock. I placed a hand on each boy's head and stroked their hair lovingly. I could hardly believe that this was happening! Two beautiful boys, beautiful in face and in body and in innocent eroticism! Both abandoning any fear or apprehension to play freely, indulging themselves in their natural desires, giving and taking pleasure from one another! My cock throbbed with joy as these two kids took turns sucking it. What greater joy was there to experience than the excitement of sexual abandon! Feeling myself drawing near to an orgasm I determined it was time for something else. "Now let me suck you guys!" "Ok!" Tim replied and stood up. I dropped to my knees and took Tim's stiff little cock into my mouth. While I sucked it I could feel Louis handling my balls. He was on his knees next to me, watching me suck Tim's penis. I put an arm around Louis' waist and hugged him against Tim and me. He held my cock while I explored his butt and sucked Tim's dick. Louis' buns were soft and round and I took turns squeezing each one, feeling below them down into his crack and crotch, tickling his balls between his legs, then pulling a finger back against his crotch and into his crack until I felt his tight little butthole. All this while he watched me suck his friend's hardon, playing with his balls with one hand and holding my stiff cock with the other. I wiggled my finger against his butthole, pressing my fingertip just barely into his tight anus and squeezing his little round buttcheek. He seemed to like this because he spread his legs apart a bit, which opened his anus slightly letting my fingertip probe just a tiny bit deeper. I pulled my mouth back on Tim's erection, holding the tip in my mouth and probing the tiny hole in the glans with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the beautiful sight of Tim's naked, hairless crotch, and glanced sideward at Louis. His face was right next to mine and he was staring with wide eyes at Tim's crotch, too. What must be going through this kid's head watching his best friend getting sucked off! It was obvious he wanted to suck Tim's cock as much as I. I let Tim's boner slip from my lips and offered it to Louis. He took hold of the base of the straight, stiff penis and licked his lips, looking at me for approval. "Go ahead!" I assured him. I stroked the back of his head while he slowly sucked his friend's hard dick into his mouth. I sat back on my heels and watched these two kids, Tim holding Louis' head in both hands while Louis fellated him, his own penis absolutely stiff and hard. Such a lovely scene! I reached out and took hold of Louis' balls and fondled them, rolling them around in their hairless pouch. Then I took hold of his erection. Louis, like Tim, was circumcised, and the small pink glans was more beautiful than any flower. I leaned forward and, without disturbing Tim's blow job, took Louis' stiff organ into my mouth. Oh, what a thrill to suck on a young kid's erect penis! I craned my head upward, holding Louis' boner in my mouth, and looked at Tim to find him watching me suck his friend. He smiled approvingly. I raised my eyebrows in acknowledgement and continued sucking. Louis' penis was slick and smooth, and I swirled my tongue over the satiny glans. Louis groaned quietly when I licked the sensitive skin just below the glans, letting Tim's penis slip out of his mouth. Tim dropped to his knees in front of me, offering me his dick. Letting Louis' dick slip out of my mouth I arranged the two boys facing each other and while they hugged and kissed, I sucked both kids' stiff organs into my mouth. Then placing a hand on each boy's butt I sucked. Oh, what joy! Oh, what exhilaration! These two twelve-year-old boys, so much in love, kissing and hugging with their erections pressed together, fucking my mouth! I worked the middle finger of each hand into each kid's crack until I reached two tight little buttholes. Both Tim and Louis spread their legs to give me access to their anal openings and I fingered them until the tip of each finger had penetrated each hole. They held each other tightly, no longer kissing, but moaning in sexual concert, wiggling their butts against my finger in a rhythmic erotic dance, fucking their little erections around in my mouth. I sucked their dicks as deeply into my mouth as I could, stimulating each stiff penis with my tongue wildly, up and down each stiff shaft, swirling over each slick glans, tickling each small hole, sucking and sucking while their hips danced about with my fingers in their butts, rubbing their dicks up and down against each other in my mouth, moaning, "Umphhh! Ummphh! Mmmhhh!" while I sucked, until I felt Tim tense his legs, squeeze his butthole on my finger, and then cry out, "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" His young body shuddered and his penis pulsated, pumping jets of semen into my mouth, hot, slippery semen squirting into my mouth with each pulse of his cock, his anus contracting simultaneously! I sucked and sucked, holding every drop of his precious boycum in my mouth and flicking my tongue over his ejaculating penis while he jerked his hips up and down, his butthole pulsating while he came! And in the midst of this I felt Louis' organ stiffen real hard, once, then twice, and then "Uh! Uh! Ahh!" tiny whimpers escaped between heavy gasps and POW! his little erection exploded, squirting streams of cum against the roof of my mouth, his penis pumping, pumping, pumping, both boys ejaculating in my mouth! They clung tightly to each other, delirious with sexual ecstacy, their genitals wild with sexual release, their buttholes throbbing while I stimulated each tight anus, kidcum coating my tongue, their dicks, my lips, I held their little cocks as deeply as possible while they squirt the last droplets of semen! The pulsations subsided, their butts relaxed, and their panting slowed to long, slow, heavy gasps for air. I released their still stiff organs from oral captivity. They dropped onto the floor. Tim rolled his eyes as if dizzy and smiled that goofy, post-orgasmic smile. Louis just sat there, mouth open, catching his breath. I gazed at their beautiful young bodies, smooth skin slick with sweat, their penises unwilling to become soft. I savored the salty-sweet semen in my mouth, just milked from these twelve-year-old kids. I fell forward between these two little gods and hugged them on the carpet. Tim kissed me on the lips, his tongue slipping into my lips to share in the cum I was saving. He kissed me deeply, then kissed Louis, surely sharing that precious fluid of their love. They had shared an honest orgasm, unfettered with guilt, and overflowing with the sheer joy of sexual exhilaration! We lay on the carpet for several minutes. My head was spinning while I meditated on the unbelievable orgasm Tim and Louis had just shared with each other and I wondered whether they had shared others. Finally, Tim whispered in my ear, "Know what I want now?" I turned to him and whispered, "no, what?" wondering what sensual intent he meant to share with me now. "Ice cream!" I had to laugh. Of course! Ice cream! What could be more sensual after powerful orgasms and releasing zillions of calories of pent up energy but ice cream! I swallowed the last drop of their cream and lifted myself to my feet. Leaving the two naked boys on the carpet I walked dreamily into the kitchen to fetch ice cream. I returned with three bowls of vanilla ice cream. The boys were sitting on the carpet. Louis was fondling himself and Tim was whispering something in his ear. Louis eyed me as I entered the room, then smiled and looked away. What mischief could these two kids be contemplating? I sat with them and they gobbled down the ice cream greedily. When Louis finished he leaned over and put the empty bowl on the coffee table, nudging Tim and saying privately, "Ask him!" "You ask him!" Tim replied, glancing at me. "No, you ask him!" "Hey, listen guys," I interrupted. "If there's something you want, all you have to do is ask. You don't need to feel embarrassed." Tim nudged Louis once more, "Go ahead!" Boy Friends 4 by The Tinman Louis looked at me, batted his eyes shyly, and with his head bowed asked timidly, "I was just wondering what it would feel like to ... get your ... butt licked ..." "Oh, it feels great! Doesn't it, Tim?" "Uh, huh! It's real cool! You'd like it!" Tim agreed. "You wanna try it once?" I asked. "Yeah, ok!" "Ok, just lie down on your stomach and relax." Louis rolled onto his belly and stretched out on the soft carpet. I just had to take a moment to admire this beautiful kid, lying there thinking about what it would feel like when I licked his butt. And what a pretty butt he had! Two soft round buns, perfectly formed, with soft, white skin that I longed to kiss. I lay down next to him and studied his butt from up close. I stared at this kid's behind, imagining the exquisite pleasure that would be ours. My heart was pounding just thinking about what it was going to be like when I had finally spread Louis' cheeks apart to see his little anus and then actually touched my tongue to his butthole. I took a small oath that Louis' first experience with oral-anal contact would be unforgettable. I placed the palm of my hand on his butt. Tim scooted over next to me to watch. His dick was getting stiff again. I started massaging Louis' butt, holding a soft round cheek in each hand, squeezing them. Louis looked back at us and Tim smiled at him, then looked back at Louis' butt. With a buttcheek in each hand I pushed my thumbs into his crack and pulled his buns apart, revealing the rosebud of his anal opening. I held his buns apart and Tim leaned forward to see his friend's anus up close for himself. I blew a stream of air on the pretty little hole while Tim looked on with interest. Louis sighed. "Want to try it?" I asked Tim quietly. He grinned, looking at me as if we were sharing a secret, and said, "Ok, I guess." I leaned back so Tim could get closer to Louis' behind. He drew close to his friend's exposed butthole and blew all over Louis' naked butt, sort of like blowing out candles on a birthday cake. Louis flexed his butt. I repositioned my hands and pulled his butt apart again. It was time for Louis and me to make contact. I kissed each cheek in turn and started licking his hairless crotch below his anus. Tim watched closely. I caressed the smooth skin of his crotch with my tongue, starting deep near his scrotum and drawing my tongue up toward his hole, veering first to one side of the sweet pucker and tracing a circular path around his anus up onto each round cheek and then back down into his crotch. His behind was such a pretty thing to look at and my mind raced with anticipation as I considered how wonderful it would be when I penetrated his virgin hole with the tip of my tongue. It would surely electrify his young body, permeating every cell, every nucleus with hot, wet, erotic delight. Pausing one last time to admire the twelve-year-old's naked butt I glanced at Tim who was watching with intense interest. "Here goes!" I said to neither one in particular and probably more to myself as I thrilled at the immediacy of Louis' first anal-oral stimulation. I touched the tip of my tongue to his anal opening and pressed it gently into the kid's hole. I swirled my wet tongue in a circular motion around the inside of his anus. A quiet moan escaped Louis' lips and his sphincter contracted once around my tongue before relaxing. I pressed my tongue more deeply into his butthole, thrilling at the amazing intimacy I shared with this kid, my wet tongue mating with his rectal opening, my lips sealed against the smooth skin of his butt. I stimulated the slick interior of his anus, heart pounding with love for Louis and Tim both, two boys celebrating the joy of sexual pleasure with perhaps their only trusted sexual friend. I could not stifle a moan as I fucked my tongue in and out of his butthole. Then I paused. "Does that feel good?" I asked Louis. "Mm, hmmm! Feels neat!" he replied in a moan. I fell back into his butt, licking and tonguing his beautiful little hole. Louis even pushed his butt back against my face while I licked, pressing his butthole against my tongue for deeper penetration. Oh, what indescribable joy to experience the oneness of our oral-anal contact, a sweet mystery of inexplicable wonder and fascination, the connection of alimentary canals, mouth to anus creating a symbolic union of sexual spirits! We soared on wings of erotic thrill! Finally I had to stop. I felt my heart would burst with love for Louis as it had almost done once already for Tim. I looked at Tim who smiled excitedly. His cock stood straight and hard. He leaned close to me and whispered, "Do you think it would be ok if I stuck my dick in his butt?" He almost knocked me over with his amazing request! Was this something he and Louis had tried already? Or did his sexual instinct drive him to desire his friend's behind? "Why don't you ask Louis?" He leaned close to Louis and whispered in his ear. Louis didn't even lift his head from his arms, but I could tell that he had given Tim his consent. I was going to teach these two twelve-year-olds how to fuck! I knelt next to Louis, letting go of his dear buttcheeks. What a pretty sight they were! The wetness of my saliva sparkled in his crack, inviting further penetration - with cock or tongue. Tim knelt next to me. "So what do I do?" "First you have to make sure his butthole is slippery enough so your dick can slide in. I'll get some lotion." I returned quickly from the bathroom with a bottle of hand lotion. I pumped a few drops of lotion on his fingers. "Now spread his buns apart and spread the lotion on his butthole." Tim pulled Louis' butt open and, rather than lubricating his anus, smeared his crack with the lotion. "No," I corrected, "you have to get it in his hole. Here. Put some on your finger and stick your finger in his hole." I pumped some more drops onto one finger and Tim slipped the tip of his finger into Louis' butthole. "Go ahead and push it in all the way. But do it slowly! You have to let his butt relax so you can stick your dick in." Tim finger-fucked his buddy. "Ok, now you gotta lubricate your dick." I pumped out more lotion and he smeared his dick with it. He seemed eager to get into Louis' butt. "Ok, that's enough. Now you gotta do this slow so it doesn't hurt. It'll take a minute or two for his butt muscles to stretch. Just position the tip of your dick right on his hole and press slowly. Louis, are you ready?" He nodded silently, his head lying on one side, a dreamy smile on his lips. Tim positioned himself over Louis, his erect penis lying against Louis' crack. He lowered himself onto his friend's back and started rubbing his dick in Louis' slippery crack, but without penetration. After trying unsuccessfully several times to get his stiff dick actually into Louis' butthole, he turned to me. "It won't go in." "Here. I know an easier way. Louis, you have to roll onto your back." Tim got off of Louis and Louis rolled over. I moved around behind Louis and sat down. "Ok, Louis, you just rest your head in my lap." He lifted his head and I slid forward so he could nestle his head between my thighs. "And, Tim, you should get on your knees over here between Louis' legs." He positioned himself behind Louis and I took a moment to enjoy the sight of the two boys readying themselves for their first attempt at fucking. Both kids had stiff cocks. Louis was looking at Tim and holding his testicles in one hand and his erect penis in the other. Tim was gazing down on his best friend, smiling, his penis stiff and moist with lotion, his little balls hanging loosely between his legs. It was hard to believe that in just a few moments that hard little cock would be inside his buddy's butthole. Kids have all the fun! "Ok, here's what you're gonna do," I instructed. "Louis, I'm going to pull back on your legs and hold your butt up in position so Tim can stick his dick in your butthole. If it hurts when he's sticking it in, just say so." I took hold of his slender legs behind the knees and pulled his legs up and back, lifting his butt up from the floor and holding it level with Tim's groin. Tim inched forward so his penis was positioned just at Louis' anal opening. "That's good. Now put some more lotion on your dick and in Louis' butt." Tim pumped out lotion into his hands and stuck one finger into Louis' anus and smeared his stiff dick with the other. Louis closed his eyes and smiled while Tim fingered his anus. The expression on Tim's eager young face made it obvious that he was enjoying the buttplay with his young friend. "Ok, now put the tip of your dick against Louis' butthole." Tim followed my instructions, withdrawing his finger from Louis' butthole and tilting his stiff penis forward, aiming it at the tender, puckered hole. I positioned Louis' butt just right so his anus was at the same height as Tim's erection. Tim leaned forward until the tip of his pretty little dick just kissed Louis' hole. He looked at me, smiling. `Oh, Tim!' I thought, `you are going to have the experience of a lifetime!' "Ok, go ahead, but slow!" Tim leaned forward and I stared in disbelieving amazement as the bright red glans gently penetrated the small anal orifice until it was fully inserted. What a beautiful, heart-warming sight! Two adolescent boys, their hairless crotches in full view, both with stiff, straight, circumcised penises and little testicles in velvet pouches, and one boy with the tip of his penis now held tightly by the butt muscles of the other! Oh, the ecstacy that each kid must be experiencing in this magic moment! I looked at Tim. His head was down and he was staring at their erotic union, the tip of his stiffy actually inside his friend's butthole! And Louis lay in my lap, eyes closed, mouth open, breathing heavy, his young chest heaving! What incomprehensible sexual pleasure had now consumed these two twelve-year-old kids while they indulged in this ultimate intimacy! Tim looked up at me in wonder. I smiled knowingly. He looked down at Louis' crotch and resumed the slow entry. Gradually the entire length of Tim's stiff, slender three-inch penis disappeared into Louis' butt until Tim's groin was pressed against Louis' butt. Once inside, he held it there, occasionally bumping his crotch against Louis' butt. Louis moaned in approval. I could hardly believe my eyes! Here before me were two adorable young boys fucking! Really fucking! One kid's erect penis was actually inside the anus of another! And the young penis still in view was hard and stiff and, to my delight, emitted a small drop of precum. I kissed the top of Tim's head. "Now slide it in and out!" I whispered to my young pupil. Tim's response was automatic. He started flexing his hips, bouncing his crotch up and down against Louis' butt. I was hypnotized by the vision of Tim's erect adolescent organ sliding up and down inside Louis' rectum. His young rod was being stimulated as never before, the hot slick walls of his buddy's rectum coaxing him toward orgasm. My own dick lay against Louis' cheek and he turned his head to lick the tip of my dick, savoring the precum that was driven from deep within my loins by the mere sight of these kids fucking. Tim bounced and Louis' balls jiggled. Both boys oohed and ahhed in gasps of excitement. Tim pumped faster, his little dick slipping easily in and out of Louis' tight hole, his gaze fixed on his friend's groin where their bodies were joined in sexual arousal, droplets of sweat making his slender boy body glisten. He stared in wonder as he pumped his stiff penis in and out, in and out, in and out, emitting a breathy grunt with each thrust. Then, shoving his crotch firmly against Louis' butt he threw his head back and moaned long and slow, enjoying the incredible sensation of his hardon in a butthole, his sexual self soaring on wings of unprecedented ecstacy. He resumed pumping. Louis had taken hold of the tip of my erection between his lips and he sucked earnestly, moaning - almost pouting - with pleasure while Tim's stiff rod slid in and out inside his butthole. He clenched his own erection in one hand, masturbating while his butt was fucked. His sucking was pulling me closer and closer to orgasm and the extraordinary sight of Tim's little cock pumping in and out, in and out, in and out of Louis' anus, his testicles slapping against Louis' butt, the sight was driving me wild with erotic astonishment, staring hard at Tim's hairless crotch, his erect organ as deep in another boy's butthole as was possible, pumping in and out, the bright pink glans occasionally drawn out into the open, utterly naked to the world and engorged with sexual arousal, in and out, in and out, in and out, sliding gleefully within the erotic depths of another adolescent boy's butt! Then Tim shoved his crotch firmly against Louis' butt, his erection firmly planted within Louis' anus. I could just see the base of his stiff penis. He grunted and I was sure that he was about to ejaculate. Oh thrill of thrills! I was to witness this kid's first orgasm in the ass of another kid! Oh, Tim! Let go and love Louis as deeply as you can! Shoot your love in his butt! Then, as if he'd received my psychic transmission, he shuddered hard, groaning loudly, "Ohhhhhhh!!!" He pulled his hardon partly out of Louis' anus and I could see it throbbing, pumping semen, squirting into his twelve-year-old buddy's butthole! I stared in wonder at this vision of boyhood orgasm, his young penis imbedded in another boy's butt, ejaculating, pumping boycum into boybutt! His young body spasmed with each pulsation of his dick. Louis looked down at Tim's crotch while Tim ejaculated helplessly, masturbating furiously! Suddenly powerful jets of cum squirt from Louis' stiff penis, squirting on his chin, his chest, his finely muscled abdomen, drop after drop after drop, watching Tim fucking his butt and sucking my dick, shooting boycum wildly while his butt was fucked! Unable to hold back my orgasm any longer I ejaculated into the kid's mouth! He sucked up my semen while I came, watching both boys spasm with orgasm, Louis jerking his stiffy up and down while droplets of semen squirt out of the tip and Tim holding his erection partly out of Louis' butthole, watching his own organ pulsate with orgasm! I buried my face in Tim's neck while I came in Louis' eager mouth. We held each other as our bodies jerked involuntarily with orgasm, our dicks squirting cum into Louis' butt and mouth. Louis' throbbing butthole must have been stimulating Tim's penis as much as Louis' lips and tongue were stimulating mine. "Oohhhhhh! Ahh! Ahh! Uhh!" Tim grunted loudly as he bumped his hips against Louis' behind with the final spasms of orgasm. My lips found his and we kissed deeply while our bodies were drenched with post-orgasmic fire. Tim slowly pulled his sensitive penis out of his friend's butthole, his body convulsing with each movement of his semi-erect organ within Louis' clenching sphincter. And, then, with a final "Ohhhhaahhhhhh!" his boycock slipped out of the other boy's anus, shiny with his own cum. I fell forward and sucked Tim's tender, softening penis into my mouth, savoring the taste of his cum. Louis was still sucking my own cock, his little mouth slippery with my cum. I let Tim's shrinking organ slip from my lips and I gazed at Louis' freshly-fucked butthole. Such a pretty sight! Smooth, hairless butt with a puffy, pink pucker wet with cum. I kissed the boy's hole tenderly and licked the droplets of cum from his anus. Louis moaned in appreciation. Raising my head from Louis' behind I kissed Tim, sharing with him the savory taste of his own cum. Then Tim leaned forward to kiss his friend and I slipped out from between them so they could share the loving glow of recent orgasm. Louis' lips were wet with my cum and Tim kissed them eagerly. Louis rolled Tim onto the carpet and he rolled on top of him, kissing him deeply and rolling his hips against Tim's loins, Louis' semen lubricating their bodies. I moved around behind the two kids and admired Louis' cute little butt, freshly fucked by his young friend. Taking a round buttcheek in each hand I pulled his butt open to reveal the little hole wet with Tim's juices. I pressed my face into his butt and thrust my tongue into the orifice slick with boycum. Oh, what joy! What happiness! I kissed Louis' anus deeply while Tim kissed Louis' mouth. While I partook of the elixer of Tim's ejaculation in Louis' butthole Tim partook of mine from Louis' mouth. And in this form -boys' genitals and mouths pressed together while they hugged and kissed passionately, my tongue licking boycum from boybutt - we elevated ourselves from the harsh reality of coldness and fierce denial to a higher plane of joyful erotic exultation! After many minutes of hugging and kissing the three of us lay side by side on the carpet, drained. This was followed by a long hot shower during which my entire body was scrubbed clean by two happy boys, the palms of their hands slippery with soap rubbing my chest, back, arms, shoulders, legs, butt, and, finally, cock and balls. I gladly returned the favor, carefully washing each boy with the help of the other until the three of us were once more fresh and clean. I had realized earlier - when Louis first arrived - that I would probably have both boys on my hands for a while. Louis, having temporarily run away, needed someplace safe to spend the night and Tim, of course, had made my little apartment his current home. Now there was another set of worried parents that had to be dealt with and I was able to persuade Louis that he really should let his parents know that he was ok. I let him use my phone to call them. Having disabled caller ID there was no concern that his parents would know where he was calling from, I assured him, and they would not be coming over here to take him away. In what could have been no more than a 30 second conversation he informed them that he was staying with Tim and that everything was ok. We retreated into the bedroom and the two youngsters sprang into bed. I slipped in beside them and, grabbing a remote, dimmed the lights and set them to go off completely in half an hour. As usual the two boys had shared some secret which now had them giggling. I snuggled up close to the two boys who were lying face to face. We were all three exhausted from all the excitement and before the lights had dimmed completely we had all fallen asleep. And so the remarkable friendship between Tim, Louis, and me had begun. The relationship between the boys could best be described as best pals even though they shared sexual intimacy. Neither boy was effeminate in the least and both were respected by their peers. Tim had even gained a bit of a reputation after telling off the boy that had bullied him in the street. Tim remained with me. He had been slotted for a second-tier school and I felt a responsibility to intervene and prevent what would have been a travesty and waste of Tim's youth. I renewed my standing as tutor with the regional gifted young person program and persuaded a good friend to prioritize Tim to my tutelage. We registered as mentor/protege with the local university and Tim moved in the next week, with the full permission of his parents. Tim transferred to the new school in the city and lived with me, visiting his parents every other weekend. His personality blossomed, and hidden talents for artistic expression surfaced. The change in Tim was so radical that even his father - who had been initially disappointed that his son was gay - thanked me for giving Tim spiritual and sexual sanctuary. Louis was also still a part of our lives and the three of us shared many episodes of sex play. I was convinced that these boys would grow up to be lovers, but somehow knew that I would also be a part of their lives. Some things are deeper than time and Tim, Louis, and I had forged a union in their youth that would endure. THE END