Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2011 18:55:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Cherry Coke This really did happen to me recently, which of course prompted the story. It is all true up to the boy coming back into the sandwich shop with his soft drink container but he didn't bring me a cherry coke. He went to the soda machine for his free refill. But he did look at me when he came in and again as he passed the front window when he left. I have no intention of seeking him and no intention to try to get to know him. N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first time I saw him he was wearing an apron and ball cap from Papa Murphy's. That in itself of course wasn't unusual or strange. The strange and unusual part was that he was standing at the counter ordering something in the gourmet sandwich shop next door to Papa Murphy's. He was Asian, Japanese I thought, looked to be 14 but considering that he was working he had to be at least 16. That wasn't particularly unusual either. Sometimes those Asian hide their age extremely well. He wasn't very tall either, 5'4" maybe a tad less. When I walked behind him I couldn't help but look at his butt, noticing that it wasn't any wider than an 11 year old boy. The great part was that he wasn't wearing baggy jeans like so many boys these days. His were nicely form fitting, outlining his rounded butt very nicely indeed. He had looked at me when I came through the door, not quite staring but almost. It was a Saturday evening and I'd gone of the shop for a quick bite. I paid my greetings to the owner, Trahn, over the glass fronted counter and ordered my Philly Steak and fries. I cast glances at the boy and at least once he looked in my direction and in my fantasies I hoped that he was checking me out too. After chatting with Trahn for a moment I went back up to the front and stood on the other side of the boy to pay for my meal and get a drink cup. From the corner of my eye I could tell the boy was looking at me and I smiled inwardly. Cup in hand, I wandered around the end of the waist high counter to the drink machine and unloaded ice into the cup. I moved my hand to push it under the cherry coke lever and saw a little sign on it that said "out". My heart sank. I very rarely drank soda but had gotten on a cherry coke kick since I'd been frequenting the sandwich shop and that's what I drank. I turned around to see the boy all but staring at me, but not my face, his eyes were cast downward so that he'd been looking at my ass, and for just a brief moment, my crotch, before his eyes snapped upward to my face. "Ming," I said to the owner's helper at the cash register. "Don't tell me you're out of cherry coke." Ming's brows furrowed and she called to Trahn, "You ordered cherry coke didn't you?" Tran replied that he had but it hadn't come in yet. The boy still watched me, his arms crossed at his narrow chest. "Ming, my world is shattered because you don't have the cherry coke. Now what am I going to do?" The boy jumped in, looking directly in my eyes. "You can get cherry coke next door at Papa Murphy's," he said with a grin, his voice not yet deepened by puberty, if it ever would be, and having that particular inflection that gay boys often have. It offered me the opportunity to stare at his face for a moment. The boy was cute as the dickens, period. His oval eyes were dark of course, his brows a medium thickness offering contrast to them. His nose was mostly flattened and slightly broad, typical of many Asians. His mouth was small but the lips sensual and inviting and of course his teeth were a nice bright contrast to his olive skin tone. There wasn't a blemish in sight, nor did I see any hair other than what decorated his eyes and was on his head, the latter short and close to the sides and neck. I chuckled at the boys' statement. "I'm sure that would go over well with your manager. I think I better pass on that." I turned for a moment to get a different soda then turned back. "On the other hand, here you are so maybe getting a cherry coke from there would be okay." Of course I had no intention of doing it but it gave me the opportunity to continue to engage verbally with the boy and to look at him and hope to burn more of his cute little face into my memory. "There you go," he responded, the smile still on his smooth young face. I filled my cup then turned to go find a table and the boy continued to look at me for a moment then re-engaged in conversation with Ming. I picked a table just down from where he stood behind him and all but stared at his ass. Goddamn it was slim. I'd wished that he hadn't been wearing the apron; I would have loved to get a glimpse of his crotch. I loved the guessing game. I'd seen plenty of naked Asian boys and men both on the net and in person, the latter for a variety of reasons. I knew that, on the average, Asians tended toward smallness in the cock arena. That being said, I've seen and been with a few that weren't average. I remember a hot young Filipino boy that I'd been with a few times who sported almost 8 inches when hard. You just never know. Regardless, I kept an eye on the boy when no one else saw that I was looking. When he finally left he cast a glance at me and smiled and when he turned left on the sidewalk he looked through the window in my direction. When Ming brought my sandwich I commented on the boy, that he seemed like a nice kid and the fact that it was a nice gesture to allow him to come in their business while they were working. She said that he was a really nice boy and that many of the young people who worked there came over for drinks because Papa Murphy's only sold beverages in the can or bottle. Also, because she allowed the kids at least 1 free refill. I went about beginning to eat and a bite later I saw the boy coming back through the door, this time with a paper coke container. I figured he was going to refill his drink but instead he came over to my table and handed it to me. "Here's your cherry coke," he said with a grin. "I took one of Ming's cups and filled it from one of our cans. I couldn't really walk out of the store with a can in my hand." I smiled and thanked him. "I owe you one," I told him. The boy nodded his head and said he would take me up on that. He started to walk away but stopped and turned back toward me. "I could use a ride home tonight," he said quietly. I didn't miss a beat but asked what time. He said 9, then added, "You probably should wait down by the hardware store though." I nodded my head and said I'd be there. "I'll look forward to it." He walked out and again looked back through the front window at me before walking out of my sight. I dwelled on that as I ate. I didn't really contemplate the notion that I was a good 25 years older than the boy. That wouldn't matter to him, at least in the sense that it would to American kids. Boys from other cultures often sought out men older than themselves, Asian boys particularly. They tended more toward respect for their elders and appreciated the benefits of being with an older man. Then again I was a pretty well put together older man. At 43 I retained a mostly trim figure. I worked out regularly and generally ate fairly healthy, that all adding together with a good genetic background. I had been with more boys and young men who were considerably younger than I as opposed to men closer to my own age. My dark brown, almost black hair had very slight traces of grey, my teeth were in good shape, and dove grey eyes seemed to have an alluring appeal. I'd done pretty well. I finished my meal and left. I was parked in front of Papa Murphy's and as I opened my car door I saw the boy handing a couple of pizza's to a customer. He looked out the window, saw me, and smiled as he nodded his head. He now knew to look for a black 72 Vette at the hardware store. I headed home with a smile on my face and went about finishing the work that I'd been doing all day, putting the finishing touches on a kitchen remodel. About 8:15 I decided a shower was in order during which I took the razor to my crotch, clearing out the stubble from the past week. While I didn't know for sure that the area would have a visitor before the night was over, I didn't want to take any chances on the boy getting whisker burn. I was at the appointed place 10 minutes early so was watching when the boy when he left the store. He stayed on the sidewalk as opposed to cutting across the parking lot so he was hidden behind parked cars and out of sight completely for a moment due to the configuration of the strip malls building. He came back into view and finally left the walkway and came straight on toward me. He had a back pack slung over one shoulder which I figured the apron was in; his ball cap was still on his head. I liked boys in ball caps. For me it brought more focus to the face and often times covered unruly hair or a bad hair cut or high forehead. As the boy got closer I was able to see his crotch and was pleasantly surprised to see that it wasn't at all flat. Instead there was a bulge there and not the full and rounded kind of bulge that was shaped like an athletic cup but the kind of bulge that was more prominent toward the bottom of the zipper and this one seemed angled a little toward his left hip. I didn't mind a small cocked boy you understand. Any cock is good cock but a boy with a larger dick offered more possibilities in my humble opinion and the possibilities with this boy just expanded. He didn't hesitate but came right over to the passenger door. I had the panels off which enabled him to look through the opened top down at me. He smiled at me as he opened the door and slid in, dropping his backpack between his feet and as soon as he closed the door he turned to face me. "Thanks for picking me up. My name is Shasa." He extended his hand and offered me a grip that was as soft and gentle as his voice. "Nicholas, Nick," I responded. "One of your parents is a Wilbur Smith fan." He smiled again and said, "You've read him." I nodded my head. Shasa is a prominent character in a couple of Wilbur Smith's novels that take place in and loosely describe the landing and taming of Africa by the English and Dutch. "I love your car. It's a Corvette isn't it?" I said that it was, gave him the year to which his response was, "cool." "Do you know where Sanders road is, off of 135th?" I nodded my head because, not surprisingly, it was only a couple miles from my house on a side road from the arterial, just like mine was. "It's at the end." That being said I fired the car up and let it idle for a moment, the low rumble soothing to my ears. The area we were in, where we lived, was basically country. The roads were all 2 lane blacktop, the properties all small farms well into the 1960's until people started selling off plots to developers. Fortunately they were zoned for residential and the lots limited to ¾ of an acre or larger so there were no crowded sub-developments. There were trees of course, most of which were no more than 50 years old, added to landscape lots or left as part of building lots. Where Shasa lived was an area closer to the lip of the valley where larger homes had been built over the past 20 years and if I remembered his road correctly, his would have been one of the ones that were gated and shielded from outside view by 20 foot tall hedges or other bushy plants and trees. "Do you live around here? I'd guess you do since I've seen your car before." "Yeah, I'm down past the church and just before the old chicken ranch. Off of 44th." "I think that's close to where Greg lives, a kid in my grade. The place where they have stacks of firewood." I nodded my head and glanced at him briefly. "Yup, that's it." He commented that we were almost neighbors and I agreed with him that indeed we were. I turned onto Sanders and kept the car in 3rd gear since the speed limit was only 30. As I neared the end of the mile long road the boy reached into his pack and must have clicked a remote because the gate on the right side of the cul de sac started to open. As I'd figured, the property was behind a high brick wall with lots of plants and flowers in front of it and large bushes behind. There were half dozen cedars and firs on the property and between all the foliage they hid all but the roof of the house and even parts of that were obscured. The cobblestone driveway was lined with lots of shade plants and other foliage and curved to the left to help provide privacy. It opened up to provide parking in front of the house and 3 car garage and I pulled to a stop in front of the brick walkway that led to the front door. Like the front of the property the front of the house was bordered by gardens that were a mix of large green leafy plants as well as a great deal of color. The front door was recessed and the sidewalk to it was line with flowers. "Nice place," I said to Shasa. He turned in the seat to look at me. "Thank you. Would you like to come in?" I didn't have a chance to comment about parents or other adults because Shasa added, "My parents are in Japan for a week on business. There's no one else here." In that case. "Are you sure Shasa? He nodded his head. "Yep, pretty sure." My response was to shut the car of. "Cool," he said and opened the door. I followed the boy up the walk way, admiring his butt and its gentle sway. He unlocked the door and went in quickly and went to a keypad on the wall and punched in the alarm code then took his shoes off. Seeing the neat row of footwear to one side of the entryway I followed suit then went behind him into the living room and was almost stopped cold. A wall of floor to ceiling plate glass looked out onto the valley and the mountains some 40 miles away in the background. I imagined that sunrises were stunning. The room itself was large, at least 40 feet long and a good 20 feet deep, the floor was hardwood laid so it created a pattern. The area was open to the dining room as well as a gourmet kitchen that was nestled to the left when we came in the front door. It was darkening but in the twilight I could see more flower gardens and another riot of color. Shasa used a remote to turned on a table lamp in a far and thus provide some low lighting. "This is magnificent," I said, meaning it completely. I worked hard on my property and the eventual goal was to have something that looked as good as what I saw. "Thank you. My mother spends a great deal of time to keep it looking like it does. "I'm going to open a beer, would you split it with me?" I rarely drank but wasn't a teetotaler. I was concerned about an adolescent drinking however but elected to only say yes. Shasa walked over to the kitchen while I looked around the room. A brick fireplace and bookshelves filled to the brim dominated an end wall. Other walls contained art work, an eclectic mix of Japanese and modern with some statuary on the tables and larger ones on the floor. The furniture was mix of sofa's tables and arm chairs. Shasa returned a moment later with a small tray and two short crystal glasses filled with a golden ale. He held the tray out to me and I picked one of the glasses. He set the tray down, took the other one and sat in the middle of a sofa so I sat in the corner a few feet from him. "I'm allowed to have a small glass of wine or beer, like this, on occasion. My parents believe that responsible drinking is healthy, needs to be taught, and often social drinking is a part of the business world that my father lives in. They know that I will likely drink, such as this, while they are gone. I tell you this so that you don't think that you're encouraging the corruption of a teenager." He said it with direct eye contact and a grin. Talk was light while we sipped the beer. When asked he said his father owned an import business along with a half dozen fast food places that included the Papa Murphy's where he worked. His mother had managed some of the restaurants and still did most of the accounting and payroll. He asked what I did and I told him I was a metals buyer for a privately held machine shop. I asked where he went to school which was a well known private school, a soon to be sophomore. We finally finished the beer and he took the tray and glasses into the kitchen. "I really need to take a shower Nick. I get sticky at work, do you mind?" I said no and was going to ask if I needed to leave but he short circuited that. "It'll only be 5 minutes. Will you stay?" "If you'd like me to." His response was another grin and a nod of his head. Shasa left the room, heading down a hallway opposite the kitchen. I got up and strolled over to the bookcases and was looking at a collection that was as eclectic as the art work. "I didn't think to ask but would you like to take a shower as well." I turned to see Shasa standing not 10 feet away and while I tried to take in his whole body, my vision was drawn to what he was wearing or not as the case may be. His upper body was bare and on the other end he was wearing what would be best described as yellow bikini briefs but they were see through, a very fine, very sheer. The thickest fabric was the hem that ran around the waist and the leg holes. The rest was a sheer fabric that hid nothing. The boys' balls bunched at the crotch and his cock reached toward his left hip, a somewhat thick brown tube. Because it was turned inward I could see the entire underside ridge of the head. I have to say that it almost reached the hip too and because the fabric narrowed down to less than 2 inches wide, that was about all that was visible through the fabric. His pubic hair was pitch black of course and restricted to a small area above his cock but it appeared to be trimmed fairly short. His balls appeared to be smooth and a thin seam of the fabric ran up across the sac and the base of his cock to the waistband. His body was typically Asian slender and all of the requisite creases and crevices were nicely defined. "Would that be after your shower?" "No silly, with me," he responded, rather coyly I thought. "I can't think of anything that I'd rather do than take a shower with you Shasa." He waved me to come with him and turned, giving me a terrific view of his butt, the globes held close together by the small garment. His butt was small, both wide and tall, not much of a crack, but the orbs pushed out nicely enough from the small of his back. I followed him into a large bedroom that was dominated by a pedestal bed with matching comforter and pillows of blood red kanji's on black. The background had a smattering of bamboo stalks sans leaves as well as small cherry blossoms. The background was done very lightly so was only really visible from close up. A myriad of stuffed animals including a huge Panda were lined neatly from side to side. The room was neat, everything in place. Shasa kept going so I followed him into his bathroom, another large, open room. The shower was toward the back and appeared to be a large room, a good 10 feet wide. A 4 foot wide wall divided the area creating equal size openings so that one could enter from either side. An electric towel warmer rack was mounted on the outside of it. The room was easily 5 feet deep and the floor was actually wood grating. Narrow 4 foot tall windows were centered in the outer wall allowing plenty of light during the day. "You can hang your clothes on the hook behind the door Nick," he told me. I proceeded to undress and watched Shasa lean around the wall and turn on the water. I began to disrobe and was down to my boxers when Shasa turned to face me and without fanfare slipped his underwear off then walked toward me, his cock swaying as he moved. I could see now that the boy was uncircumcised, his balls were indeed smooth as silk, and his cock was easily 6 or more inches long. He smiled and stepped past me to drop his underwear in a hamper and as he came back I'd stepped out of my boxers and pushed them against the wall. As he came back by me he said "come on," took my hand and led me to the shower. I stepped into an exquisite experience. At the moment water was pouring out of a rain maker shower head on the ceiling. On the wall where the water controls were, 3 squares of stainless steel faced inward and a matching trio was set into the opposite wall. Shasa directed me to stand in the exact center then flipped a control alongside each set and I became drenched in spray. The boy adjusted the heads so that I was being hit front and back from my knees to my neck. He finished it off by flipping a switch on a side wall the cast the entire room in a deep blue light. I watched Shasa grab a wash cloth and squirt what I thought was body soap into it then said. "Let me wash you Nick." I stood still and the boy surprised me by applying the cloth back and forth between my shoulder blades then stopped. He shut the water off behind us and grabbed a contraption that I hadn't noticed, from against the wall and unfolded it. Imagine four legs like a chair with a crisscross of thin metal strips anchored about and inch above the rubber tipped bottoms which allowed the corners to stretch out kind of like a camp chair. Like a camp chair, it had a thin piece of canvas attached to 2 of the posts creating a back rest. A loop of canvas hung down on each side from where the back was attached. About half between the metal and the back strap Shasa pulled down a piece of wood like a ping pong paddle which were braced with a piece of metal was attached to the leg and the bottom of each paddle from underneath. On the other end he spun a metal rod anchored on the left side around and dropped the eye of free end over the top of the right pole. Two paddles on the second set of poles folded outward. I had an idea about where this was going and Shasa confirmed it for me. "Step inside and sit on these little seats, rest back and put your feet on those," he said, pointing out each of stage, "and you can put your elbows in these loops." I did as I was told and a moment later I was sitting, my ass fairly low and my feet spread out which completely opened my entire crotch up for any number of things. "Are you comfortable Nick," Shasa asked, looking over each of the places where my body touched the contraption. Surprisingly enough it wasn't bad. "Yeah, I am Shasa." He smiled at me, said good, then went to work. He squirted soap into his hands then straddled my body and put his arms out and began lathering my head. Needless to say my eyes were about level with his boyhood charms so I took the opportunity to stare at them. His balls were at full hang from the heat, a decent sized sac of eggs. There wasn't a hair in sight but I couldn't tell of it was natural or shaved. I could see though that there wasn't even any hair at the beginning of his sac at the base of his cock. The tube of his cock swayed gently as he moved, his fingers massaging my scalp. His pubic hair was clipped short and I guessed that the reason was because most Asian's moss is stick straight and tends to stick straight out like thatches of dried grass giving a very unruly appearance. I could see the very tip of Shasa's cock head peering out from his dusky foreskin, the satiny flesh a slight pink in contrast. I noticed again the girth of him and while it wasn't a fatty it definitely wasn't a pencil dick. I felt my own cock begin to swell slightly in anticipation of having him inside my mouth. And then it all came in very close to my face as Shasa leaned forward and reached out for a detachable shower wand. I wanted to much to lean forward and put my lips around him but didn't. The boy was still soft and I wasn't quite sure where all of this was going to lead so it was important that Shasa make the first move toward taking things to the next level. "Close your eyes just in case Nick," Shasa told me then added, "even though I know you want to keep them open." The kid knew full well what he was doing. Once my hair was rinsed he leaned forward again bringing his boyhood charms in close to my face. I could see that he was beginning to swell, his cock sticking out far enough to see his slit. Shasa finally leaned back and reached over to grab the wash cloth then began to gently wash my face and neck then down onto my chest. He maintained eye contact with me through most of it, finally breaking it off and moving from above me to get more soap. I saw then that his cock was no longer hanging but actually starting to point toward my solar plexus and not my belly button. Shasa then knelt beside me and washed my back, using his bare hands, and using a great deal more pressure he worked at massaging my shoulders and neck. He didn't stay there long but got the wash cloth again and worked his way down my back and onto whatever part of my butt I wasn't sitting on. He didn't get to my hole but he as close as one could without touching it and coming in from the side his fingertips pushed my balls around. The boy then moved along side me and began to wash my chest and lower belly making sure that his hand didn't run into the head of my fully hardened cock. "I see that little brother is awake," he said soothingly, washing down onto my upper thighs and continuing to avoid my boy parts. When he stood to add soap to the wash cloth I finally got to see him fully hard; it was a great sight. Shasa's cock had stretched out close to 7 inches but without a measuring tape I couldn't know and I didn't need to. It was standing tall proud and hard in front of his taut belly and the foreskin was now almost fully retracted and his cock head was swollen and tinged red as was the foreskin that was piled up at the top of the shaft like a fallen tube sock around an ankle. He stood close to my head as he squirted soap onto the wash cloth and I could see the shiny pearl of precum at the tip of his cock head. He looked at me looking at him. "Do you like my little brother Nick?" I nodded my head. "Very much Shasa." My elbow still in the sling, I pivoted my arm to reach out to him and the boy giggled and turned. "Not yet Nick, but soon." That statement gave me hope as well as confirmation that this little encounter was indeed going to go somewhere, hopefully before the boy had his next birthday. He moved down level with my waist then threw one leg over my waist so that he was faced away from me. He then bent over slightly, placed a hand on my right leg for balance and started to wash my foot and then up my leg. The view was incredible. His balls hung low, the fold at the center of his sac starting just below his puckered hole, running along his perineum and becoming much more defined where it separated his balls. Shasa switched legs then moved backwards, bringing his buffet of boy parts closer to my face. I could make out the wrinkles of his most secret spot as they spiraled inward to soft indent that was the hole itself. His balls swayed slightly as his upper body moved as he washed me. His cock was so hard that it continued to stay up close to his belly so all I could make out was the sides of the shaft. He moved back even farther and his hand moved up between my legs and began gently washing my balls, then going underneath to my asshole. He moved the rough cloth to and from across my wrinkled muscle and even pushed a covered finger tip into the hole itself, not penetrating but damn near. I reached out and cupped Shasa's balls and the boy sighed loudly. I hefted and gently tugged on his honey jars reveling in the soft texture of his scrotal skin. Shasa's hand moved from my hole and up to my cock. He discarded the cloth and used his hand to grip and stroke me causing little jolts of electricity to shoot up through my body. If the boy had been able to get closer or I had the wherewithal to raise my upper body I would have buried my face in his ass and washed the entire area with my tongue. Shasa moved back down and stepped back over me and told me to close my eyes then turned on the water. All of the 6 jets and shower heads began covering me in a warm gently rain. I felt Shasa's hands run over my body quickly, helping rinse the soap off. He worked my balls and my cock gently, scooped water up to rinse out my hole then returned to my cock. Then I felt the warmth of his mouth close down over my cock head and the boy began sucking me. I didn't last long. "Go ahead and get up Nick," he said, his voice now more husky than before. I managed to get up out of the contraption and Shasa immediately folded the paddles back into place then brought the legs together like a camp chair and stood it against the wall. He began quickly washing his body including his crotch and hole and when I asked if he wanted me to do it he said no, I'd get a chance at doing it next time. "I just want to get washed and dried and into bed with you." I watched him clean his body then shampoo his hair, his raging boner bobbing around like a buoy. When Shasa was finished he shut the water and light off and I followed him out of the shower where he handed me a towel and we quickly dried off. He then took my hand and led me back into his bedroom to the kind sized bed and pulled the blankets down. Shasa had me sit on the edge of the bed then got to his knees between mine and reached out to take hold of my cock. "You're so big and strong and hard Nick," the boy said, a tinge of wonder in his high voice. He leaned his head in and I thought he was going to suck my cock but he didn't. Instead he pressed his face against my balls and breathed in deeply. Shasa moved his face to the side, pushing in between my balls and inner thigh, his lips working against the smooth skin. He wasn't kissing exactly, more like nuzzling, like his lips were just exploring the territory. "You sac is so soft Nick," Shasa said huskily then went back to nipping at the flesh gently with his lips then licked it a few times. I sat there watching him, eyes closed and murmuring softly to himself almost like a cat with catnip. He finally rose back up on his knees, for they had been bent. He draped an arm across my right thigh, pulled my cock toward him and licked at the sensitive underside of the swollen head. He moved topside and cleaned off the precum that had oozed out then opened wide and took me inside. I reveled in the warmth of the boys' mouth on me as he slowly moved his head up and down, taking in a third of the shaft with each dip. Shasa slowly stroked me as he suckled, his tongue continued to work over the head when he had the room to do so. He wasn't particularly skilled, that was evident, but like cocks, there's no such thing as a poor blow job, at least from a boy. Shasa finally stopped and stood up and absently took hold of his own raging hard on and squeezed it. He looked at me through eyes half closed in lust, not that there was a great deal of difference between that and how wide his eyes were usually open. Some Asians eyes are so slitted that sometimes one wonders how large their field of vision truly is. Shasa put his hands on my shoulders then knelt on the bed, straddling my lap then rested there. "Do you like being with me Nick," the boy asked. I had put my hands on his narrow hips as much for something to do as anything else. "I do Shasa," I responded. He didn't say anything, letting his eyes roam over my face as if memorizing every feature, the leaned his head in, tilted it and gently put his lips against mine. He kissed me, and again, it didn't appear that his experience base was very large but he certainly gave it the old college try, or high school try as the case may be. I responded in kind, moving my lips against his as if attempting to give the boy a lesson. He grasped the principles quickly so it didn't take long before our mouths opened slightly. There were no tongues but that was okay. My hands had moved from his hips up to his back where they gently rubbed. Shasa finally broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. "Oh Nick," he said. "I really don't know what to do. I mean, I can figure it out as I go, I've seen in on the internet. but I've never done any of this before and want to learn. Do you mind teaching me Nick? Will you teach me about loving a man?" I ran my hands down onto the rounded orbs of his slender little butt, squeezed them a little then moved back upwards. "It would be an honor to teach you Shasa. I can't think of anything I'd rather do."