Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 14:34:19 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Breach of Protocol - adult/youth

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (mb, voy, oral, anal, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


Gazing at his fine youthful perfections, flawless skin touched with silky
white hairs on the arms and legs, strong handsome face with dark eyebrows
and just an extra touch of growth where he would one day have sideburns
perhaps, I was mesmerized by his fluid movements as he line fished from
among the rocks. The expanding chest, no six pack yet, still that nice
layer left in child hood, but formed aureoles, larger hands and a nice
discernable protrusion in the pouch of his tight competition suit suggested
a recent arrival to puberty, just perhaps even capable of ejaculation.

My actions were unconscionable and I broke with my own protocol and engaged
him in conversation. He was safely reticent at first, but slowly lowered
his guard and we talked about fishing for a bit. He was a local boy, would
celebrate his thirteenth birthday in just a few weeks and his name was
Javier. He was extremely pleasant in nature; say nothing of his fabulous
physique capped by the most luscious hazel green/brown eyes I'd ever seen.

As I was only on a week's holiday I plunged much faster then preferred, not
able to resist the temptation once learning that he was on his own, his
bicycle safely locked at the parking lot for this public section of the
beach. He seemed impressed that I was a guest at the adjoining resort and
very pleasantly surprised by my invitation to join me for lunch. He wasn't
even hesitant when informed that I prefer room service and ten minutes
later he was sitting on my couch watching television as I ordered.

What a pleasure watching him devour the cheeseburger and fries, chocolate
milk shake and a piece of cherry pie for desert, which my lascivious mind
couldn't halt from wondering if he was too, cherry I mean. There wasn't a
lot of conversation, but I did learn that he had two older sisters (another
good sign) and the last bit of resistance I would show was torn away by the
fact that his father wasn't at home, and while momma was very strict with
the daughters, he had pretty much free reign over his time.

He was overjoyed with the huge round tub, which was also a spa and wanted
to know if we were to use it. He frowned momentarily, wondering if he
should believe me when I told him swimming attire wasn't allowed, until I
showed him the small picture frame that stated the same. I flipped on the
water and looked at him questionably. He was disheartened, admitting his
shyness, inexperience with nudity and jumped slightly as I slid in behind
him and placed my hands on his shoulders.

"You shouldn't be shy of showing your beauty," I softly whispered into his
ear.

I ran my hands through the soft down on his arms, inhaling his salty twinge
mixed with the fragrance of exertion. I let my hands fall to the tops of
his thighs, run up along his hips and he shivered but fell back against me
slightly as they slid across his flat, slightly soft tummy, causing an
intake of air through his teeth. My fingertips met each quarter sized
roundness and I delicately played with each tiny nub, seeing his eyes close
as he came to grips with the intimate contact.

"You're a very handsome young man," I purred into his ear, then stepped
back and gave his shoulders a friendly rub and squeeze, "You don't have
too, my dear boy."

"No!" he firmly retorted, "I want, uhm, can we get in, please?"

I slipped my fingers into his suit and moved closer again, "Can I slip this
off?"

"Yee yyyeess yes!" he shivered and hissed, his body tensing as the material
began to glide down, revealing him slowly for the first time to anyone but
his family.

The suit was nearly to the base of his rapidly inflating penis before I
encountered any pubic hair and I had to pull the suit out and over the
uncircumcised tube that was already past four inches. As I slide the
garment down his thighs, I turned him to face me and kneeled, eyeing his
clicking into stiff positioning cock, easing him back to sit on the edge of
fast filling tub. I rose and stepped back, still eyeing the magnificent
boyhood that had fully retracted its foreskin and stood pulsing at nearly
five and half or so inches, surrounded by a soft, sparse tangle of pubes. I
pulled my trunk styled suit down and kicked it off, and just stood for him,
so he could review my own stiff six and half inches.

"Slip on into the tub, Javier, let's just relax and talk for awhile, okay?"

He seemed relieved, but nearly slipped, catching himself in time, and then
glancing at me with a sheepish grin, and eased himself into the hot
water. I flipped the jets on and climbed in across from him and just laid
my head back, closed my eyes and sighed softly.  I peeked a little and saw
him still eyeing my erection and saw that one hand was below the surface
and he was giving a little massage work to his boyhood.

I slipped down and dunked my head, arching my pelvis so I knew my hard-on
was in perfect view for him, held for just a moment, then rose and shook my
head and cleared the water from my eyes. Javier was staring back an
unreadable expression across his dark, handsome features, both hands under
water, but no longer titillating his privates.

"Do you really think I'm handsome?" he suddenly wanted to know.

"Oh, I most certainly do," I assured him in a steady voice, though ravaged
by desire, my heart long ago having quickened its pace.

"Are you gay?" he asked innocently.

"In a way, yes, I suppose I am." I smiled softly.

The frown that curled his eyebrows could do nothing to distract from his
overall beauty, such perfectly smooth and unblemished skin. The bright,
inquisitive and stunningly sharp green/brown eyes that studied me in
careful concentration, as he pondered my evasive response were captivating.

"So," he started slowly, "I guess that means you like boys, like me?" his
left eyebrow rising in time with his question.

"Like you," I confirmed with another smile, "Intelligent, confident and
handsome young boys, but," I halted, gaining his eyes from again reviewing
my, now only half erect, penis, "You must understand, I will never do
anything that you don't want me to do, if all we do is enjoy a nice
soothing spa together, then that is far more then I could ever hope for and
I will be totally satisfied, okay?"

The concerted frown displayed his confusion perfectly, but as it slowly
smoothed out and he gathered his comprehension, he almost glowed as the
soft, easy smile that had first garnered my attention on the beach returned
and he seemed too mentally and physical relax completely since we first
entered the room together. He laid his head back, still eyeing me, a
beautiful understanding spreading through his gaze that he was in control,
that I respected him and that he was safe.

"What do you like to do with boys?" he grinned at me and I swore even
blushed a bit.

"I like to show them what their beautiful young bodies are capable of."

"Is that," and he thought for a moment, "you like to teach sex to boys?"

"Well, yes, teach, guide and provide a safe, loving atmosphere for them to
experiment in."

He sat silent, just gazing into the water, some more frowns. I just let my
head fall back again and patiently let him decide whether he would accept
my tutelage or not. I've always been pretty straight forward when the
situation allowed it, never `taken advantage' of anyone by force or
continued if they became negative. This limits the number of contacts of
course, but it also permits my conscious to survive in a fairly healthy
manner as well. It doesn't require a six year degree and two years of
internship to understand that if something is chosen and is pleasant, even
exotically wonderful, it cannot at depth create in itself any harm.

"What would we do?" he asked again, though now in the inclusive tone.

"Well, not to sound redundant and stupid, but I want to make sure you
understand, nothing that you don't approve of or don't want to do, but to
answer your question, I think I'd like to start by giving you a nice, long
massage, using warm oil."

"Naked?" he raised that eyebrow again.

"We'll drape a towel over your midsection, where your suit normally is."

"Okay, yes, like that would be okay!" he nodded, a small curl of his oh so
kissable lips.

 I flipped off the jets and rose out, no longer tumescent, but Javier
stayed put until I handed him a towel. I still got a nice short glimpse of
his retracted, quarter inch extra covered dick, the fringe of hairs all
matted down, balls hanging nice and low in their small sack. We stood a few
feet apart and toweled off and I grabbed some extras and let my hand sweep
for him to proceed me into the bedroom. He shyly wrapped his hips in the
towel, the edge hanging to about his knee, so I made sure I had a hand
towel as I watched as his very fine little butt scoot out the door.

He observed my preparations, igniting the small candle to heat the oil I
had handy by my bedside. I sometimes like to masturbate using the warm,
scented oils. Spreading enough towels down to not mar the spread or sheets
I motioned for him to lie down with a pat. He'd probably seen it in the
movies or maybe even had had one previously, but he stretched out on his
tummy, undoing the towel and laying it across his backside, then folded his
arms and let his head rest upon his hands.

"Javier," I tried to sound calm, "the bath towel hangs across your legs and
lower back a little bit too much, I'd like to put this hand towel down
instead, okay?"

"It'll cover my butt?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, it will keep your modesty." I smiled at his peeking eye.

"Ok, go ahead." and I could see the grin through his eye, if not entirely
on his mouth.

Switching the large and small quickly, so as not to appear to be taking
liberties, by this time the oil was just about right. I coated my hands and
started with long, deliberate strokes around the base of his neck and
shoulders. I made several slow passes and then worked lower, there not
being much distance to cover on his small, strong frame. As I got just
above his hips I went to the spine, traced it back up and began the whole
procedure again.

"Uhmm," he moaned, "That feels nice."

My only acknowledgment was to move down to his left thigh and careful not
to disrupt the towel, began working over the firm, sleek skin, delighting
in those soft blonde hairs on his calf. I repeated the motions on his
right, but then slipped my fingers around his foot and worked the sole over
with my thumbs, again repeated it on the other. Straddling his feet, almost
with my balls touching them, I let my hand slowly move up and down each
velvet leg, gently squeezing and kneading the flesh between my fingers. On
the third slid up I let my thumbs move in and just graze the back of his
testicles lightly and then retreated quickly as he sucked in a breath.

"Okay, my handsome young friend, roll over and I'll continue." I spoke
confidently, knowing we were at a turnstile.

"Uhm, no, uhm," and he squirmed a little, confirming he was `on the bone'
again. "That's okay, just uhm, maybe do my feet a little more, okay?"

"Certainly," I smiled, not in the least disappointed, he would turn over
when he was ready, or else he would have halted all of it, he just wasn't
ready yet.

As I was giving his right foot a nice two handed, almost all of it covered
somehow, I gave it a little lift, loving the half sighted back view of his
hairless ball sack, spread it apart, then picked up the left, worked it
over nicely and also spread it just a bit. Sitting between them, half
sideways, my left thigh placed as to halt a return, I gathered more oil and
dropped just a small dab into the hollow of his knees. Now on my way up, my
thumbs and palm got nice and slick and I just let each continue, move under
the towel and gently knead the globes of his pert little ass, move them
apart, the thumbs nearly reaching the taut, little pink ring that winked at
me.

"Ahhh," he moaned softly as I spread his legs even a little further, ran my
hands down smoothly over his legs and worked each size six foot again.

I moved outside his outstretched legs, putting them back together and then
let my hands drift up, this time moving the towel up and onto his back,
then deftly hooked his hips and flipped him to his back. He didn't protest,
just frowned with his eyes closed as I ignored his very prominent nearly
six inches of beautifully stiff boycock and softly began working his
shoulders and neck. Each nub on his firm, still developing chest was softly
tweaked and rubbed into stiffness and he sucked in a huge breath as he felt
my hands slip down his stomach, close to his bobbing hard-on, the engorged
head wet with his precum.

"Uggggnhh!" he moaned, almost an admonishment as my hands slid past and
began working his beautiful legs and feet once more.

I leaned over and slipped the big toe of his left foot in between my lips
and sucked hard, then came off licking and moved to the next, licking and
sucking each foot as he began to tremble and squirm, the crystal strings of
his precum stuck between heaving lower abs and the red, engorged head of
his curved, overlarge for his age, cock as it bobbed and danced. I licked
my way up the inside of each leg and upon the second, slid over slipped his
left testicle into my mouth.

"Ugggggnnnhhhhhh!" he huffed his hands gripping his hips.

"Should I stop, Javier?" I grinned, looking between his legs at his
handsome face scrunched, mostly in frustration.

"NO!" he screeched between his teeth, "You CAN'T, keep GOING!"

I tipped his hefty cock up from the base with thumb and forefinger, leaned
over and slid the whole thing down to his pubes and curled my tongue around
the shaft and slid up and off, jacked him hard for about four pumps then
gripped the crown between my lips and butterfly winged my tongue across the
oozing red lips, tasting his sweet prerelease as it slid down my
throat. Descending and taking him all in, I pass about four sucks on his
throbbing shaft. His breath goes erratic and he begins clenching the towels
in his fists, so I slide up jack the bottom and suction the tip.

"AWWWWWWWW! AW AW AW AW AW!" he squealed, actually fairly quietly as his
orgasm overtook him.

My greased forefinger was right in position and just as the first pulse ran
through his young cock shaft I slipped it up inside his rectum.

"Gaagghh!" his head came up from the bed, eyes flying wide open and just
then the tip of my finger grazed his tiny button and his strangled cry
tightened up his sweating, heaving body, his cock bulging and then bursting
forth the first spurt of his sweet, virgin nectar.

"Gah, gah gah gah." He panted as my finger stroked his prostate and my lips
sucked forth six delicious spurts of his so recently manufactured semen.

He collapsed back to the bed, chest heaving, his only slightly softening
cock plopping free from my orifice and I just watched the beauty of his
after glow, a satiated, perhaps his first ever seminal release lingering on
my tongue, twelve year old boy recover from one very intense orgasm, first
or not.

I warmed a wash clothe and gently applied it to his chest, tummy and
shoulders until his eyes flickered open and he was looking into my own.

"Do I do anything you didn't like?"

He just smiled bashfully, hid his gaze, and then peeked back at me,
lowering his eyes, where we both saw his lovely cock twitch and stiffen
back into arousal, his most beautiful state.