Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2005 00:44:24 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Cory's Tourist Adventure This is yet another story that portrays sex between an adult male an adolescent boy. The boy in this story really does exist. I saw him at Costco and have described him as accurately as possible. That is the extent of any truth to this story. All the rest is a figment of my imagination. I never hooked up with him, don't know anything about him and have never seen him since that day. If you are under 18 perhaps you shouldn't be here, although I'm quite sure any warnings I might provide would go unheeded. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did writing it. Is there more? Maybe, we'll see. I was standing in the lobby of the building where I have my condo when I first saw him. I had been talking with my friend Jonathan who was just leaving when the boy came through into the wide-open entryway with what I assumed to be his family, parents and a younger sister. Their mainland clothing and pale skin screamed out tourist and of course the seven or so suitcases on the cart that the man was pushing pretty well confirmed that they weren't locals. Almost two thirds of my building was time share so there was a constant flow of temporary faces coming and going. In this case I was pretty interested in the young face that was coming towards us. He looked young, twelve or thirteen, but he was tall, about five foot six. The man and woman who appeared to be his parents were both tall, the woman a few inches under six feet and the man a couple inches over six feet. Like his parents, the boy was thin but not necessarily skinny. His face was as smooth as a cue ball and almost as white, the slight rosy coloring of his cheeks providing color to the paleness and with that, adding a sense of sweetness to him. Like his body, his face was more long that it was round; narrow at the chin and wider at the cheeks. His hair, a shorter cut without specific style, was medium brown and was worn with a slight bang that lay rather unevenly across his forehead and helped cut some of that facial length. I had said his face was smooth and it was, and but for one thing was blemish free. He had a dark, pea sized mole on the inner part of his right cheek close to the side of his nose and about an inch and a half below his eye. Instead of being detracting it helped create his sense of being cute and he was cute. Not drop dead cute by any means but cute-none-the- less. But his eyes! Oh God, his eyes. Maybe that was what did it, what brought the whole package together and allowed me to deem him cute. His eyes were a light blue that looked wet, a pale color that people describe as ice blue and they were fucking stunning to a point of almost seeming unreal. Combined with long dark brown eyelashes and thick brows of a matching color, they created the sort of look that girls, boys, men and women seemed compelled to stare at whether they wanted to or not. To be stared back at by those eyes was to be lost for they could hold one's attention regardless of what was going on around you. He looked right at Jon and me as he passed by a mere five feet away, and a small, somehow knowing, smile started to show up on his reddish lips. Jon noticed him too. "Cute boy," he said with admiration, adding, "those eyes could cause the downfall of a civilization." I could only agree with him. We talked a little more as the family made their way to the check in desk, then we hugged and kissed and Jon headed out the front of the building. I turned to go to the elevator and saw that the boy was looking right at me, almost staring. Apparently he'd never seen two men kiss before. I saw the boy again about an hour and a half later at Costco. I'd gotten a polish dog and coke then sat down in a shady spot in the eating area. The boy and his father sat at the next row of tables over from me, the two males facing my direction while the two females sat opposite them with their backs to me. Because the mother and daughter were seated with about a two-foot space between them, I could clearly see the boy where he sat across the table from them. The entire family had changed into clothing more suitable for Hawaii's warm tropical weather. The boy was wearing a somewhat battered grey t-shirt with the kind of logo associated more with younger boys than those older than he appeared to be. He had swapped his blue jeans out for tan shorts that came to his knees, and traded his sneakers for Teva sandals, no socks. I noticed that he had rather large feet, but then, it seemed as though the entire family did. So, I had sat, getting as comfortable as one can on hard plastic and scanned my surroundings as I unwrapped my dog and that was when I'd seen him. He was busy talking with his dad so I had a chance to stare a little bit without him catching me. Like so many males, even adults, his legs moved open and closed as he ate the slice of pizza in his hands. It was when his legs stopped in an open position that I noticed that he appeared to be possibly. gifted. With his legs about half open, the bulge in his shorts looked somewhat large, larger that what I would have expected of a boy of his apparent age. Of course I was hoping to look up the leg of his shorts but that was wasted energy as they were fairly narrow at the knees. I was not quite mesmerized but could have been in a different situation. The kid moved his legs a little bit and still the package between didn't seem to diminish. I finally tore my eyes away and grasped onto my lunch and brought it up to my face, looking at it, then past it as I brought it to my mouth. The boy was looking straight at me, that Mona Lisa sort of smile on his face. I was sure that he'd caught me and equally sure that he didn't mind at all. Throughout my ersatz meal I glanced at the boy, taking him in and since it was his crotch that caught my interest, my gaze remained mostly under the table. His legs, like the rest of him, were slender and not unlike most boys his age. Equally, like boys his age, they were hairless at least from what I could tell from ten feet away. He continued to move them in and out albeit slowly, causing the bulge to sort of bunch up a little bit and once when his legs were splayed almost wide open, the bulge flattened a little but remained clearly visible. As I took another bite of my dog, almost the last, the boy reached under the table and rubbed at his crotch and when I looked up, he appeared to be talking to his mother but I could see that he was watching me with half an eye as well, his hand still somewhat busy under the table. The women then stood and left, heading back into the store, for the ladies room I was sure. The boy stood up as well and I thought he was going to leave but what he did was stretch, long and open. The movement caused his t-shirt to rise up to his navel and gave me a good shot of a boy's flat belly that sloped gently into two inches of waistband of tighty whitey's and of course, the now infamous bulge. That part didn't seem to lose much, in fact, it seemed to not have diminished at all. It was then that I could see that the boy was at least semi-hard, the outline of the rim of his cock head barely visible in the fabric of his shorts about three inches from where I thought it should be. He kept his shirt up after his stretch and rubbed at his belly, his fingertips moving inside the waistband of his underwear and sliding from side to side as he sat back down and as he was sitting he all but stared at me. His dad engaged him in conversation; the boy responding either verbally or physically, then the boy looked at me and nodded his head in my direction causing his father to look at me as well. The both stood up. "Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. "The kid ratted me out." I had a brief flash of an embarrassing encounter where- by I was accused of some dastardly deed involving a child, all in front of a Saturday afternoon crowd at Costco. They approached my table and the father, looming above me said, "Excuse me." As I stood up he extended his hand and as I took it said, "Hello, I'm Steve Jacobson. My son Cory," he nodded at the boy standing next to him, "says that he recognized you from the building where we're staying." His accent told me Midwestern US, Wisconsin or Minnesota. I glanced at Cory who finally had a more open smile, revealing crystal white teeth that were straight except for an eyetooth that seemed just a little crooked. I extended my hand to the boy who shook it in a soft gentle manner. I smiled back at him, taking in his face from close up and reaffirming my earlier assessment of; clear complexion, smooth and hairless and cute. And fuckin A, those eyes. Reluctantly, I moved my gaze back to the man. "What can I do for you?" I asked. "Well," he began sheepishly, "I'm not sure how to get back to our condo and was wondering if you could help me with some directions." I smiled and nodded my head. The island of O'ahu is pretty straightforward for the most part as it's situated between the mountains and the ocean without that much distance between the two. However, getting from one point to the other can be daunting and frustrating because of one way streets and street names that seem to change once you get through an intersection. Oh, and most of the street names, areas, and building names are in Hawaiian and are almost impossible for non residents to pronounce. For those of us who live here the basic directions on the Leeward, or Honolulu side, are: Ewa bound, or Diamond head bound, makai which means water, and mauka which means mountain, and once you master the sounds of the vowels everything becomes much simpler. I told him it would be easier to follow me since I was heading back home anyway. His expression of relief said it all. We sat back down to wait for the ladies and he explained that he was horrible with directions, even in the small town where they lived in. Corey chipped in to agree with his father and for the first time I heard his voice. Somewhat high, it told me that puberty still loomed somewhere in the boy's future. "We're going to be here for two weeks and I don't know how I'm going to manage," he lamented. I told him I'd lived on the island for ten years or so and that once you got it, it was easy. I gave a quick explanation of directions and language and he smiled indulgently and shook his head slightly saying that he'd never get it. Then Cory piped up. "Why don't I ride back with you and you can explain it all to me then I can help my dad with directions." Outside I maintained composure while inside my stomach erupted in a riot of butterflies. Oh boy, this kid was really pushing things. And I didn't mind a bit. "I don't think your mother would go for that at all Cory," his father said, "besides, not only have you not asked this gentleman if he minds doing that you don't even know his name." Notice that dad didn't say no but laid the decision on mom. At least that's how I interpreted it. I jumped in. "My name is Christian, Chris for short and actually having Cory go with me isn't a bad idea at all, especially if he's a quick study. Like I said, once the basics are understood the rest is easy. And for what it's worth I'm a parenting instructor and the method I teach includes a component for teens as well. I've been working with the juvenile justice system for the ten years I've lived here." Steve nodded his head then said the he and his wife were teachers, he in the high science department and she at the elementary level. "Dad is the absent minded professor type," Cory said kindly as he patted his father's arm and for his part Steve nodded his head in agreement. "Here come mom and Katie," the boy added. As the women approached we all stood and Steve introduced me to his wife Janet and to their daughter Katie, explaining that I lived the building where they were staying. "Chris is going to help us out by having us follow him back to the condo. Cory is going to ride with Chris and Chris is going to teach Cory how directions work so at least one of us can understand how to read the signs and hopefully we won't get as lost as often." Janet looked from her husband to me then to Cory and back to her husband. "Oh, I don't know Steve," she said in a voice that lacked any real conviction. "It'll be fine mom/Janet," both Cory and his father said simultaneously. Janet looked from father to son to me to father then shrugged her thin shoulders. "Well, okay, if you say so dear," she said resignedly, as though she knew that trusting her son to an almost complete stranger wasn't something a parent should do but lacking the internal fortitude to say or do anything about it. I shuddered at the thought of having either one of them for teachers. They were nice and all but, jeez, a little on the spineless side. "Okay so it's set, let's go," Cory announced, "where are you parked Chris?" I explained that my car was at the far end of the lot and Steve suggested that since their rental was practically in front of where we were talking that he just drive me to my car. I figured that was as good an idea as not. Janet retrieved their cart, which had been standing unattended where they had been sitting, and we walked the fifty feet to their rental, a predicable gray Sebring convertible. Steve stowed their purchases in the trunk while the ladies dutifully got into the back seat while Cory got in the front and I climbed in next to him. The boy seemed to snuggle into me in order to give his father operating room. At least that was the plausible reason. There was every possibility that there were other reasons as well. He let his leg lay against mine saying that he hoped I didn't mind. I was a little concerned about his mother hearing the comment but she was busy talking to Steve through the trunk to be careful of the eggs. I could feel the warmth from him and felt my cock stir just a little bit but then he placed his hand flat on my thigh and I almost died. I was wearing board shorts and the legs had risen up so his hand was half on my flesh and half on the fabric. His fingers reached over the top of my thigh and onto my inner thigh as he used the hand to leverage himself around to his left to ask his mother something. What he asked his mother I'll be damned if I can remember because his hand was fairly far up my leg. Much closer and he'd have reached my balls. What's more, I was sure that he knew it. As his dad came around the drivers side to get in, Cory turned back around to the front, letting his hand linger on my leg until the last minute before pulling off of me and resting it on his own leg. When Steve asked which way I wanted to go I pointed in the general direction and we were off, maneuvering our way through the parking lot as though it were an obstacle course, which any Costco shopper knows is an adequate description. We got to the row of parking slots at the very rear of the huge lot and I directed Steve to stop. "Oh man," Cory said, "Check out that car. What is it?" he asked. I told him that the car he was referring to was a 1966 Jag XKE roadster convertible that was parked cross wise in the corner and taking up two slots. In a lot that had very few empty spaces most of the time, that was a daring move to make and I knew that one day, the car was going to get keyed by an irate shopper. There were a couple of middle aged local guys looking at the long, low slung mean looking speedster and admiring the high gloss opalescent silver blue paint and shiny chrome spoke wheels. "Can I go look at it before we leave," Cory asked and I said that I didn't mind. I got out with the boy right on my tail and he ran around the back of the Sebring to stand and stare at the car then slowly walk around it. "Wow look Chris, the steering wheel is on the wrong side. I wonder how fast it goes," the boy asked with excitement in his voice. "Oh, about a hundred and seventy or so," I told him. "It has a 4.2 litre inline six cylinder engine rated at around two hundred fifty horsepower stock. The two local guys were listening, one of them with that look on his face that said I was a full of shit haole (white guy). So, I decided to lay it on a little more. "However, this car had a full frame of restoration about 6 years ago and the engine was totally gone through and beefed up with some goodies that make it a little faster than the stock version." With that, I pulled the keys out of my pocket and turned off the custom alarm system. The car was a convertible so the seats were wired in the event that anyone decided to leap into the car, which was pretty easy considering the top of the door was barely waist high. "This is your car?" Cory asked, a look of total disbelief on his smooth young face. I nodded. "Yup, it certainly is. Come on, let's get you in and buckled up," I said. He climbed in and sat in the dark blue leather passenger seat, clearly intrigued by the car and the fact that he was on the wrong side. I got into the driver's seat and leaned across the boy to get the seat belt and pulled it across his waist to buckle him in. I took the liberty of sliding my fingers up under the belt to see how it was fitting him and thus running my fingertips across the bulge of his crotch, which my face was only a foot or away from. He not only looked healthy in there, he felt like it as well since the cloth didn't give at all under my touch. "How's that feel?" I asked him, all most staring into his magnificent eyes. "It felt. I mean, it feels, nice, I mean good," he stammered, trying to correct himself. "I'm glad," I responded and turned back forward and hit the ignition, firing the car up and letting it idle. I needed to wait for the water temperature to come up before driving, a short wait. I climbed back out of the car to tell Steve what was going on then got back into the driver's seat. "I think this may be a little tight Chris," Cory said as soon as I sat down. "Can you loosen it a little bit?" Admittedly the seat belts were a little tricky. I leaned across him a little bit and slipped my hand up under the belt so that the entire back of it was resting on his bulge. With my other hand I fiddled around with the hasp to loosen the belt. All that jiggling around had me rubbing on his cock and I could actually feel the boy get hard underneath me. "Do you always kiss guys," he asked quietly. I turned my head to look at him and said that sometimes I did. "Was that guy like, your boyfriend or something?" I said no that he was just a good friend. I kept fussing with the belt, not really needing to but wanting to see where this was going to go. Meanwhile under my hand the bulge in his pants and grown larger and a whole lot harder. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked what made him think I was gay and he didn't skip a beat. "Are you, gay I mean?" I nodded my head and said yes, I was gay. "Well, see. Do you have a boyfriend?" I shook my head and said that I didn't. I decided that it was time to move on and rubbed one more time, pressing slightly as my hand slipped out from underneath the belt. "You know," I whispered, "If that thing gets any bigger we'll have to loosen the belt again." He giggled then said that he was sorry that happened. "It's just that your hand pushing on it and stuff made it do that." I told him that was fine, it wasn't a problem, that happened to boys and to men all the time. He wanted to know if it happened to me and I told him it did. "You mean if I pushed on you like that you'd get hard too?" He didn't seem to believe me. His dad had pulled forward to get out of the way of traffic so he couldn't see into the care, which was a good idea. I nodded my head at his question and he immediately put his hand on my crotch and felt around, using his finger to seek my flesh out. "What are you doing Cory?" I asked. I had to smile cuz the precocious little imp was something else. He had pulled his hand back and replied. "I just wanted to see if you'd get hard too." I assured him I would if he had kept it up and if anyone had seen it I'd also go to jail. He assured me he'd never tell anyone and I told him I appreciated that. I slipped the car into first gear and slowly pulled out and headed for an exit, the rest of Cory's family following close behind. The ride home was fun and along the way I explained to Cory how to find yourself around. I explained how the vowels worked as well as some other grammatical kinds of things. I quizzed him on the more simple street names and found that he was a very quick learner indeed. About half way home I asked how the seat belt was doing. He smiled at me and said that it was fine. "My woody went away. It was sure getting uncomfortable though." I laughed and said that I understood completely. He decided to go on. "If I was home it'd be different but out in public.no way." Again I said that I understood, that it was sorta embarrassing sometimes. He nodded his head. "Besides if I was home, I could, ya know." and here he made the encircle fingers and wiggled his wrist in the universal symbol for jacking off. This kid was really knocking me for a loop. "Soooo, you do that do you?" he nodded his head. I asked how old he was and he told me he was twelve but would be thirteen the following week. "I got some hairs and I've have even been makin sperms for over six months now," he told me proudly. I congratulated him and told him how cool that was and he almost beamed at me. Then he really tossed me a zinger. "I can show you if you want. Not here but maybe like in your apartment or something later." I was fairly well stunned at that point and I didn't really know what to say but I shouldn't have worried as Cory picked up the slack. "I never done it in front of somebody else before, make sperms I mean, I bet it would be kinda fun. Hey, maybe you could do it too cuz I never seen a man make sperms before. Heck, I never seen anybody do it before," he added. "Well," I finally said, "It's certainly something to think about." We finally made it to the building and I hit the button that opened the gate to the resident's section of the parking garage. Inside, I made it to my stall and shut the car off then had Cory give me a hand putting the top up, not that I needed it but I thought it might give him some sense of pride to help out. Once that was finished we went looking for Cory's family and found them in the lobby where Cory rattled off a variety of things that he'd learned and impressing his parents in the process. As we headed toward the elevator I asked Steve how he'd done and he said that he felt as though he could find Costco again and find his way back home. Janet looked at him indulgently while Cory rolled his eyes. I asked them what their plans were going to be and they shared a variety of things that they were planning on doing. Of course Cory wanted to go body boarding while none of the rest of the family had any desire to do so. I offered to take him out to Sandy's or Makapu'u which are the best beaches for the sport and of course his parents put up a little fuss which their son swept away with ease, the parents finally relenting with a, "If it's not any trouble." I assured them it wasn't. "You know, they make a really good map of the island, actually a book of maps that cover the whole island. It's one of those things that anyone who lives here owns because it's so fantastic. You can get them at Long's but I have one upstairs that I would be more than happy to loan you while you're here. Seriously, you will be able to find you way to anywhere on the island with it." "Well that's awfully nice of you Chris. I'm sure it would be a great help." I offered to go get it for them and Cory leapt right in and said he'd go with me. Since there was no argument from his parents I nodded my head. After they got off at their floor Cory and I went to the top floor and got off the elevator and headed down the hall to my corner condo. Inside, Cory was totally impressed; with condo, the view, the furnishing but especially the big screen plasma TV. "I bet a porno is pretty hot to watch on that," he commented and before I could say anything he added, "put one on Chris. We can, you know." once again using the universal gesture for jacking off. "Do we really have time for that Cory?" I asked him. "Sure, it doesn't take that long for me besides I haven't cummed in like, two days." He was already rubbing at the front of his shorts. The boy was ready to go. I remembered being his age and how often I jacked off so I supposed that two days was a long time for the boy. When I told him all I had was gay stuff he said he didn't care, that would be great. I could easily see his erection through his shorts by then so I simply nodded my head and went for my video's. Less than a minute later the big screen filled with a guy jacking off while he sucked on his buddy's cock. I turned to sit on the sofa where Cory was already perched, his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped. "You got a rag or something to clean up with," he asked as he rubbed on the outside of his underwear. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a dishtowel and returned to the living room and sat on the sofa to Cory's left since I was left- handed and he was right and I wanted the best possible view of him. I unlaced my board shorts as I sat, the boy's eyes watching me and not the screen. Getting any action inside of laced up shorts is a bitch so I raised my ass and pulled them down, pushing them to my ankles. I was wearing boxers but my cock, rock hard, was pretty easy to see as it pushed against the fabric and I automatically squeezed it a couple of times. Cory seemed to feel that fewer clothes was a good idea so stood quickly and pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them then sat back down. The boy's preteen cock was straining the limits of his briefs, stretched out to its full length toward his left hip, the cloth damp by his cock head where he was leaking precum. The boy appeared to be very healthy. He rubbed on his hard shaft, his stunning eyes alternating between the big screen and my crotch. He'd pulled his t-shirt up to his neck giving me a nice view of his chest and abs, all flat and fairly taut. He continued to cup his balls and rub his cock through the fabric and it wasn't long before he announced that he was about ready to cum. "Maybe we should slow down a little bit," I offered. He smiled at me and nodded his head. "I know but I really to want to squirt and I'm dying to watch you do it too Chris," he said. I understood completely so decided to take the lead a little bit. I stood up, removed my t-shirt then slowly slipped my boxers down over my cock. The boy's eyes were riveted as I exposed seven and a half inches of thick man cock for him to look at. "Jeez you got a big one Chris," he said as I stepped out of the underwear and sat back down next to him. My nudity was all the invitation he needed to be naked as well. Cory stood up, taking his shirt off as he went then peeled his briefs off to give me my first glimpse at his boyhood pride and joy. He had a great deal to be proud of, twelve years old or not. Six plus inches of boy cock stuck out from his slender body like a limb on a tree, it's swollen circumcised head pointing to my ceiling within grasping distance of my hand and boy, did I want to grasp him. His balls, in their smooth and hairless bag, hung freely below his cock and at the base of his joy-stick was a very small patch of dark brown hairs that appeared to have just started getting their curl. He sat down next to me, our legs not just touching but resting against each other. "You got a nice cock for a young boy Cory," I told him and he smiled at the praise, slowly stroking his pride and joy. I was doing the same with my own cock, my finger of my other hand, splaying out and pressing at the base of it and the base of my nut sac, tightening the skin. Cory's attention was now focused solely on my crotch and what I was doing. "Oh man it's hot watching another guy do that Chris," he said, as he picked up speed, causing his balls to move along with his cock action between his smooth milky white thighs. Cory's practice was to use his thumb and two fingers up near the head of his cock, a stroking technique common among young boys. Myself, I used a full hand grip that slid up over the head of my cock, catching the precum and using it as a lube. "Oh man I'm gonna squirt," the boy moaned and like all boys, his attention went to his cock head to watch the eruption of nature. And erupt it did. His face got all contorted and he slowed his stroke as the first jet of white goo shot out and hit him just above his nipples and leaving a four inch streak down alongside his areola. From there it was only a few drops that spurted out onto his heaving belly and the show was over. It was a lot more than I expected from a boy his age but then his ejaculate was only one thing in a list of surprises that the kid had provided me with in the short time I'd known him. While Cory regained his composure, I continued to jack my own cock, tightening and relaxing my cock muscle to help bring on my own orgasm. "Are you gonna cum too Chris," the boy asked and I nodded my head to which he replied, "cool". I let my eyes drift over Cory's crotch where he absently tugged and rubbed on his smooth balls, his cock, still rock hard, rested against his belly. It was pointed in my direction so I could see the small globs of sperm that still oozed from his slit, one of them having reached the point where gravity took over and created a thin silver line that connected his organ to his torso. God I wanted to put that cock in my mouth. The boy's body was so delicious looking, so smooth and young and virginal. His boyhood pride and joy was begging to have my mouth wrapped around it, to have my tongue explore the satiny surfaces of it's sensitive head and taste the fruit of his smooth loins, the juice from the eggs that hung between his legs. All the self-talk took me to my peak and I felt the familiar tingling. "Fuck there it is Cory, I'm gonna cum," I groaned as I gripped my shaft harder and stoked a little faster. My cock head erupted, just like Cory's had only moments before, but the difference was considerable. My balls unleashed a torrent of sperm, the first three jets landing near my neck and nipples. In amongst those jets, single little droplets flew out in all manner of directions like a jar of flying insects set free. My balls continued to offer up their tribute to Eros, five more squirts of cum ejecting out onto into the air and landing everywhere from my nipples to my navel. "Jeez is the thing ever gonna stop?" Cory asked about half way through the show. I didn't bother to answer but slowed my stroke until the majority of sperms had evacuated my body then did the way slow stroke, more of a milking motion than anything else. "Man you make a lot of stuff Chris," the boy commented with awe. "Do you think I'll be making that much of sperm some day?" I nodded my head. Considering the boy's age, his physical development and the amount of cum he was already producing, I figured he'd be more like me that not. He picked up the cloth that lay between us and wiped himself down. "I guess I better get goin or my parents will wonder that happened to me." He stood up and I again admired his body, his cock having started to return to its default state, only about half inflated. He bent and retrieved his brief and stepped into them, rearranging himself one they were in place. He turned sideways to grab his shorts and I really noticed his butt for the first time. Held in place by the thin fabric of his underwear it was delightfully slender, with a rounded pair of orbs that I thought would look nice bracing my cheeks. The view changed rapidly as he turned to face me as he stepped into the shorts and got them in place and locked up. "Do you think we can do more stuff Chris? This was so much fun and there's so much more stuff I want to learn, like that," he said, nodding to the screen where the two guys were in a side-by-side sixty nine, each with the other's cock in his mouth. I had taken the towel and cleaned myself off, knowing that as soon as the boy left I would hit the shower. I almost always had to shower after I came cuz I made so much of the stuff and most of the time it ended up all over hell, including whatever I was lying on or sitting on at the time. "We're gonna be here for two weeks and my parents like you already and trust you and stuff so it shouldn't be too hard to spend time together. So can we? Can we do more stuff?" I couldn't think of a better way to start my summer than to spend it being sexy with a cute young teenage boy who wanted to learn. "Sure," I said," nodding my head, "We can do that." he came over and hugged me then looked up, not all that far and said, "Can I kiss you Chris? I wanna see what that feels like." For an answer I lowered my head to his and our lips met in a gentle touch. He moved his lips around a little then backed off. "That was pretty nice. I think I could like kissing." He leaned down and kissed me again, staying a little bit longer that time. When he stood back up he said he would come back down later if that was okay and I told him the door was always open for him. I stood up and went to my desk, jotted down my cell number and gave it to him then walked him to the door. After Cory left I went into the kitchen and pulled out a beer then headed for the shower. "Yeah," I thought to myself, "this could be a very interesting two weeks.