Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2009 10:06:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: A Cuddling Boy This story comes from a dream I had, the part that takes place in the chair toward the end where I shove his pants down and first see his erection. The dream is still quite vivid and the scene in the story describes it perfectly. Like many of my stories this one describes sex between a minor and an adult. If you shouldn't be reading it for one reason or another then perhaps you should leave and take on a different endeavor. ******PLEASE NOTE THE CHANGE IN ADDRESS...AGAIN.****** I no longer use g-mail so do not use that address, I will not respond. He was a cuddly boy, a huggy boy and had been since the first time I'd seen him. I'd met Tor through an informal, non-profit organization that mentored underprivileged kids. I'd had quite a bit of free time on my hands since retiring at the young age of 37. I had been one of those executives that people were complaining about these days, you know, the ones that are getting multi-million dollar bonuses from companies that the taxpayers are bailing out. The difference was that I not only actually had saved my last employer from bankruptcy; I'd managed to turn his business into one of the fastest growing company's in the industry in 2006. Also, I had retired two years before the current economic crisis became an economic crisis. I'd had a series of successful CEO positions in my career and the companies that had I worked for were very grateful; seven figure salaries with bonuses and stock. I retired from the last one, after three years of an eight figure salary, a hefty bonus along with about 58 million in cash and stocks. I sold the latter as soon as it dropped two points converting 26 million to cash. I had lived fairly simply, considering my salaries and net worth, and over the years had banked enough money to continue my current standard of living for a very long time without the stress and headaches of having to work. Don't get me wrong here. People in my position have to keep up the illusion of success but while I didn't live in 30 plus room mansions, I didn't live in a two bedroom apartment either, and I certainly didn't drive a Kia, or Saturn, if you get my drift. So, there I was in early retirement with quite a bit of free time and few things to fill it with. I'd always given back to the communities I'd lived and worked in and saw no reason to change that. I'd done some work with kids before so naturally that was where I'd turned to, taking over the running of the organization on a voluntary basis. It just so happened that I'd been at the organization's offices when Tor came in with his mother, he all but leading her by the hand, and I was taken by the boy the second that I saw him. I was standing off to one side while his mother asked, in broken English, about finding someone to spend time with her son. She looked run down; her clothes neat and clean but old and mismatched, her black hair in desperate need of a being cut-a trim wouldn't be enough-and judging from her face and hands she'd led a hard life. The boy on the other hand seemed cheerful and excited about life. Dressed like his mother, in almost shabby clothing, he seemed to be of the same stature, rather small. Unlike his mother his face was almost angelic; smooth and clear with large ice blue eyes and a mop of slightly wavy dark blond hair. When the receptionist told her that they were currently experiencing a lack of mentors she didn't understand and the boy translated for her, explaining that we didn't have anyone right then. The woman looked crestfallen. It was like she'd placed all of her hopes and dreams on finding someone to spend time with her son and now that those dreams had been dashed she'd lost all hope. The boy's facial expression changed as well and from where I was standing I could see a single tear run down his cheek. The boy looked toward me and the woman's head followed his, the expression on her face almost beseeching me to help, as though a man could make such things happen where a woman couldn't. The boy's expression wasn't much different. He let go of his mother's hand and walked up to me, took my hand and said, "Please sir, can you not help us?" My heart just about popped. There was no way that I could possibly turn them down, turn the boy down. "Well, let's go in here," I said, pointing to an interview room, "and we can talk." The boy literally fell against me, wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tightly. While his head barely reached the top of my chest, I put my arms around his shoulders and hugged him back. I looked over his head at our receptionist and saw that she too was grateful for my decision. I stepped away from the boy and got a clipboard and application from Maude, the receptionist, then led them into a small office and closed the door and joined them, sitting facing them in one of the two remaining chairs and. "Tell me about yourself," I said and the woman started to relate her story to me. She seemed to have some difficulty so began talking to her son in their native tongue and he translated. They had emigrated from an Eastern European Bloc country about five years before. Their family; her, a husband and two sons had been poor and had come to America for a better life. Her husband had disappeared a year later and the older boy had eventually gotten involved in a gang and had subsequently been killed a few months before. She didn't want her youngest son to share the same fate and had vowed to move from the neighborhood that they lived in. In order to do that she had taken a second menial job and as a result of that her son was home alone a great deal of the time. He was a good boy, did very well in school, but he wasn't as strong as her husband or older son had been. She wanted better for him and felt that a good adult role model-not her choice of words- would help her and her son achieve that goal. She didn't know where to turn. "What's your name son?" I asked him. "Tor," he replied in a rather melodic voice. "I knew you would help us, you already called me son," he said with a beaming, tooth filled smile. I didn't have the heart to tell him that calling a boy son was simply another way of addressing him. He got up and walked the four steps to my chair, put his hands on my shoulders and leaned forward. He kissed me first on one cheek and then the other, hugged me gently and returned to his chair. Needless to say I was surprised even though I knew that males in many European cultures frequently kissed other males in that fashion. I began to ask some basic demographic questions, starting with a last name which had C's and Z's and I's in it and ended in what sounded like wits. The address that Tor gave me was in a low income crime riddled area. Tor was twelve going on thirteen and in the seventh grade. His mother worked cleaning houses during the day and offices in a commercial building at night. It took her forty five minutes on the bus each way and she didn't get home until after nine each night. Tor was working a couple days a week as well, cleaning or stocking shelves at various stores in their ethnic neighborhood. She and her son hardly saw each other but she was determined to move them to a better area of the city and had taken the day off just to bring her son to our office. My mind immediately went to trying to figure out how I could help them out. I knew that it would have to be something like finding her a better paying job, a different place to live or something along those lines. Just throwing money at her wouldn't work, she would refuse it and I suspected the boy would as well. I then asked what she had in mind when she came to our office, how much time would she want someone to spend with her son. The two of them talked together in their native tongue for a moment then the boy said, "As much time as possible; every day would very greatly appreciated but my mother doesn't expect that." He paused, looked at his mother then back at me. "For me sir, I will take whatever time someone has to give." We talked a little about what things the boy liked to do and what he expected from a mentor. Among other things he liked to go to museum's watch movies, often times old movies. That was another surprise as I too liked to watch old movies. The more we talked the more I became taken in by Tor. He seemed to be a bright, easy going and friendly boy and the more we talked the closer I came to the decision to help him which meant that I would be taking the task on personally and not waiting until someone else stepped forward. "Well, as I said before, we don't have any people available right now and what with the current state of the economy I'm not sure that this organization is going to be open much longer." Tor translated to his mother whose shoulders visibly dropped. Tor also slumped slightly and a look of dejection momentarily clouded his soft, beautiful face. "Thank you for trying sir, I understand," he finally said. I could hear the catch in his voice as he turned to his mother and said, "Come mama" which he pronounced in two syllables. That did it for me. I put my hand up. "Wait. Wait." I thought for a moment. "Would you be willing to accept me as your mentor?" I asked the boy. "You, sir? I couldn't ask you to do that for me sir. You are much to busy to waste your time with a boy." "Tor," I said softly, "I am not too busy and spending time with you would never be a waste of my time even if I were busy." Given the smile that replaced the sadness on his young face you'd have thought that I was taking him to Disneyland." He came over to me and again he kissed me on both cheeks and then on the lips. Leaning back and with a serious look on his face he said, "Thank you sir. You will never regret your decision. I will be the best boy you ever knew." With that he kissed me on the lips once more, this time with more tenderness. I could have held him to me and kissed his soft warm lips for the rest of the day. I wondered if that was going to be possible at some time in the future. When he stepped back a tear had formed and was running down his cheek. I reached out and gently wiped it off. He turned to his mother who clearly didn't quite understand what was taking place and spoke to her, his voice high and excited. His mother smiled then came over and took my hand, shaking it vigorously then leaned in and kissed me on both cheeks. Thankfully she skipped my lips. "Are you going to be busy this coming Saturday Tor?" I asked and he shook his head. We agreed that I would pick him up at ten that morning for our first visit since they didn't have a phone and I couldn't call them. Tor and his mother didn't live far from where we sat talking so I suggested that I give them a ride home so I would see where they lived and Tor would know what my car looked like. Of course I could have found it with my GPS Outside in our small parking lot, Tor's mother said something that Tor translated to "nice car". I nodded to her and smiled even though it was far from being a nice car. It was an eighteen year old Buick with dents on all but one quarter panel, a junkyard fender that had been painted with red primer and didn't match the rest of the car, a crack that ran clear across the bottom of the windshield, and the gray paint was completely oxidized as well as peeled down to metal in a few spots. The rear seat had a large tear on the back part on one side, the carpets were shabby and the floor in the backseat had various amounts of litter on it. Under the hood however, rested a completely rebuilt engine and the rest of the running gear was in top working condition. The car was a feint, designed to look like it fit into the neighborhood and not worth anyone's time or energy to steal or even break into. Anything nicer than that would most definitely get broken into or stolen. Tor opened the back door for his mother, closed it when she was in, then climbed in the front seat. Tor gave me directions and fourteen blocks later had me stop in front of an old run down apartment building. His mother immediately opened the door and got out then leaned down to Tor's open window. She thanked me in her broken English, spoke to her son in their native tongue, the walked up the steps to enter the building. Tor turned on the bench seat toward me his face sporting what I would learn was his trademark grin. "This is where we live sir, on the third floor," he said, pointing through the windshield to a point farther down the building's wall. "There, where the red curtain is." I could in fact see the red curtain. I was betting that the building didn't have an elevator but didn't ask. "So, when would you like to get together Tor? I asked the boy. "Whenever you have time for me sir," he responded. "Tor you don't have to call me sir." "But I don't know your name...sir." He said the smile still plastered on his smooth face. He was right, I hadn't introduced myself. "I'm so sorry Tor, you're right I didn't introduce myself. My name is Clayton but people call me Clay." He extended his hand, so I responded in kind and we shook on it. "When would you like to start spending time together Tor?" "As soon as possible si...I mean Clay. I am in school all day then do some work after school sometimes but I'm alone in the evenings and much of the weekend although I do have homework to do" The boy added the last bit as an afterthought. I considered my schedule which was virtually nil. I donated 4 hours a day every week to the organization and volunteered at a couple of other places but that was all, although I worked out and swam daily at my home. Evenings and weekends were mostly clear for me. I had only been into my retirement mode for a few years so hadn't reached any boredom level yet. "Well how about we start on Saturday, day after tomorrow?" He smiled hugely, "That would be awesome Clay," he said. He then got to his knees and leaned forward and since I pretty much knew what was coming I leaned my head toward his. Tor kissed me on both cheeks and again, he kissed me on the lips. He looked me in the eyes from barely six inches away, a serious look on his face. "I WILL be the best boy you ever knew Clay, I promise." When he had moved toward me he'd placed one hand on my shoulder and the other one on my upper thigh and it was the latter that he squeezed as if to emphasize his statement. "I'm sure that you will be Tor and I'll do my best to be the best mentor you ever had," I told him. He smiled and leaned forward. I had started to turn my cheek but the boy got to my lips first. He held the kiss for about three seconds, which is a long time really, before backing away. "Thank you Clay." He moved back toward the door and as he slid out he said he'd see me on Saturday. He stood on the sidewalk and watched me pull away, his left arm waving until I was out of sight. As I headed toward home I reflected on my experience with Tor as well as the boy himself. He presented as sweet and kind and all of those attributes that people want to see in a boy, or any child for that matter, and unless he was a very good actor I had seen a true representation of him. My thoughts continued as I pulled into a private parking garage about 18 blocks from the area I worked in. I waved at Guy, the guard in the booth for the day, slipped my card into the reader then waited while the gate lifter and the steel posts that blocked the driveway recessed down into the concrete. Once the driveway was cleared I drove in and parked the Buick in the slot next a Sapphire blue Bentley Arnage. As I got out I hit the electronic remote, walked around the Buick and climbed in the Bentley. I rented two slots in the very secure garage; one for the Buick and the other for the Bentley, or which ever one of my other two cars that I drove. As I said, the Buick was a feint because of the area I worked in but, conversely, I probably wouldn't have been able to get past the guard at the gated community where I live had I driven the Buick. The car swap thing was inconvenient to be sure but it was equally necessary. I smiled to myself as I headed down the city streets in luxurious comfort, soft jazz pouring through the Naim sound system and 11 speakers. My time with Tor soon became the highlight of my week as well as my days. It started out as a couple afternoons a week and a half a day or more on Saturdays. It expanded quickly because both of us wanted it to. Being with Tor was everything I'd ever thought about or considered in having a son of my own, which of course I wanted but didn't have. I'd been queer since birth, I was sure of it, and the idea of stuffing my cock in a cunt or jacking off in a bottle wasn't an option. Of course my work kept me busy and I had to travel a lot. Much as I wanted a kid I didn't have time to devote to one until Tor came along. From the beginning Tor would slide over on the bench seat of the Buick and give me "hello" kisses on each cheek and on the lips. He did the same thing before he climbed out of the car at the end of our visit. For the first few weeks we used the Buick exclusively. As I said, it ran beautifully it was just ugly. My reasoning was simple. Despite the fact that I felt I could trust Tor and that our relationship would only continue to grow, my sense of safety and caution prohibited me from doing a car switch. After the first day Tor would sit as close to me as his seat belt would allow and most of the time his left hand had some form of contact with me, even if only his finger tips. His physical contact with me started almost from the beginning. Whenever we walked Tor was right there next to me. He often touched my arm or my back when emphasizing something or wanted to get me to focus my attention on something he'd seen. It became natural for me to put my hand on his shoulder and the first time I actually draped my arm around his neck, he snuggled in as close as he could get, placing an arm around my waist. I'm quite sure that the casual observer would have seen us as father and son. Although it wasn't recommended that mentors buy their charges things, during the first week we made a visit to a second hand clothing store. Tor's clothing was clean but clearly old and often times much repaired. As much as I wanted to buy him a new wardrobe I resisted. New clothing would raise suspicion or bring attention to him with everyone he knew. When I'd asked him if would like some newer clothing he said, "Thank you Clay but you don't need to do that for me." I explained that it wasn't a need but a want; that I wanted to do it for him. The look of appreciation on his smooth pale face made my heart lurch. He immediately shot across the seat and hugged me tightly, ending the hug with a kiss on the lips and a thank you. So into Bargain World we went. Tor picked out three pair of jeans that we thought might fit him then four t-shirts and a button down shirt. Initially he only picked out one pair of jeans and at my insistence picked out the other two pair. I saved both of us the trouble with the shirts, telling him at the outset to pick out four or five that he liked. When I asked him if he needed socks and underwear he got a sort of embarrassed look on his face. "I, I don't have any underpants." I kept my face neutral, even though I wanted to hug him and tell him it was okay, and told him to pick some out. He found a pair of briefs that he thought would fit by holding them up in front of his waist and I agreed with him. We checked the size and soon found that there were no more in that size. Although I didn't tell him, I decided that our next stop was going to be buying him new underwear. I waited outside the dressing rooms while Tor changed then came out and modeled the first pair of jeans, asking my opinion. He then insisted that I go into the dressing room with him as it would be easier than him running back and forth. My heart picked up speed at the thought of watching the boy change. As soon as I closed the door behind me Tor unbuttoned the jeans, turned his back to me and slid them down and worked them off by holding onto the wall and pulling each leg off, and in the process gave me my first glimpse of his naked butt. He didn't have the underwear on. "Umm Tor, perhaps you should put the underwear on before trying the jeans on because the pants will fit a little better." He looked over his shoulder then went back to the pile of clothes, pulled out the briefs and stepped into them. I swear I could almost see the underside of his balls as he bent over slightly and put his feet through the leg holes. He stood up, adjusted himself then tugged his shirt up and looked in the mirror to see how they looked. I had turned with him and we both gazed at his reflection. With the shirt up almost to his nipples, I was looking at a perfect specimen of boyhood. His belly was flat and well defined, sloping down into the waistband of his briefs. There, his boyhood charms bulged slightly at the white cotton fabric, his cock all but outlined as it was pressed toward the side. "What do you think?" he asked, his face a mask of honest innocence. What I thought and what I said were not quite polar opposites but... "They look like they fit fine, are they comfortable?" He scrunched his face up a little bit. "Yes but they are kind of snug. Probably because I'm not used to wearing underpants," he explained and I nodded my head in understanding. He turned around and looked over his shoulder at his butt which was practically glorious in its definition. He finished trying on the rest of the clothes. They all fit and they all looked good so I bought them. I added socks, a pair of work type boots and a pair of sneakers and we were done. The whole thing cost me less than thirty bucks. From there I found a Target store and got him a couple packs of 3 pair of briefs and we were done. Needless to say Tor was excited and grateful and once we got back in the car he thanked me in his usual way, with kisses, after both shopping trips. Our initial visits took us to a couple of movies, various tourist attractions in our large city, an art museum and variety of city parks. Like most boys Tor was taken with baseball and while he'd never really played it he understood the basics. Part of the reason for not playing the game was that he didn't have any equipment, nor did most of the kids in his very low income neighborhood. It was while watching a group of boys of various ages playing a game in a park that I came up with the idea of buying some mitts and balls. Our next visit turned out to provide a couple of firsts for me as well as Tor. Until then we'd used the Buick exclusively but I felt that I could trust Tor completely so after picking him up I drove to the garage to swap the car out. Of course Tor wondered what we were doing but didn't ask. As I pulled past the security guy I explained it to him. "You know that the area of town where you live is kind of dangerous don't you Tor?" He nodded his head in understanding. When I asked if he knew that nice cars got stolen or broken into a lot he also nodded his head. "Yes, I know Clay. My brother used to do that. He never knew that I knew that he did it, but I did." He said it in a way that showed his embarrassment at his older brother's behavior. I then explained to him that was why I always drove the car we were in whenever I went into that part of town since I was there quite a bit. I pulled up next to the Bentley and got out, Tor following suit. When I hit the remote for the Bentley and the side lights clicked on and off Tor looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What was that?" He asked as he walked toward the rear end of both cars. It appeared that the boy had no knowledge of a car remote or how it worked. "Go around and get in Tor," I said gently as I moved past him toward the driver's door. "No Clay," he responded and when I turned back toward him, I saw Tor standing there with his hands on his hips and shaking his head. "I am not getting into a stolen car." The look on his face explained the defiance as well as his disappointment in me and if it weren't such a serious situation I would have laughed, but I didn't. I walked up to him and dropped to one knee, took his hands mine, and looking up into his beautiful blue eyes I said, "I'm not stealing it Tor, this is one of my cars, I own this car." The look of skepticism on his smooth young face prompted me to add, "Honest. Come on." I stood up, went back to the driver's door and got in and a moment later Tor got in and closed the door. I started the car and gave it a moment to warm up before backing out of the parking slot. Tor was busy looking every where at everything, rubbing his fingers across the hand stitched fawn colored leather. As we passed through the security gate he asked if the wood was real and I explained that it was electing to not try and explained the veneer process. He was clearly impressed. I drove straight to a sports store and inside explained to Tor what I had in mind. "I thought it might be fun to play catch then maybe teach you how to bat." His smile said it all. We tried on a variety of gloves and with the help of the sales person found what suited us both. After purchasing a wood bat and a couple of softballs I talked to the sales guy about conditioning the gloves. I remembered clearly, as a youngster, rubbing lanolin into my glove and leaving it tied together with a ball inside whenever I wasn't using it, working to get the glove softened and the pocket just right. He sold me a product that many people used and gave me some basic instructions, which hadn't seemed to change much since I was Tor's age. "Are we going to go to a park and throw the ball Clay," he asked when we were back in the car. I'd decided that it would be just as easy going to my house and practicing in my yard or the park that was nestled in the center of our somewhat excusive community. "I have a better idea," I told him and since he didn't ask, I didn't tell. Twenty minutes later we turned into the entry way to my gated community and the gate started to open due to the sensor under the front bumper. I slowed down so the guard could see my face then sped up a little after we nodded to each other. "This is where you live," asked an awestruck Tor as he gawked at the huge homes situated on plots that were two or more acres in size. Landscaping was as lush and colorful as it was thick and there were plenty of huge stately old trees. Many homes, mine included, were hidden behind foliage, hedges or fences, the latter generally wrought iron or brick. As we crested a hill I turned onto a cobblestone driveway and passed under an open gated archway covered with flowering bougainvillea. Immediately inside the driveway disappeared around a curve, the dense foliage blocking the road from view and the house. The driveway curved back in the other direction and emptied onto a large circular courtyard with a traditional fountain situated in the middle. I parked the car under the portico in front of double ten foot tall, arched, oak doors. My home was a 1930's Tuscan style mansion, the exterior walls as well as the nine foot wall surrounding the entire property all done in white stucco. It had three stories although the third floor was mostly attic, a few small balconies, a cupola or two, and lots of leaded windows. I even had a gargoyle or two tucked under some eaves, and given the number of gables, there were plenty of eaves. I popped the trunk and we got out, me going to the trunk to remove our purchases while Tor looked up, gazing from side to side. "What are all of those chimney's for Clay," he asked. I told him that mostly they were fireplaces. He looked at me as though I were crazy and asked how many I had. I had to stop and count them in my head then said, "Seven." The boy was flabbergasted. "Make that eight," I added. He was going to be even more flabbergasted before the hour was out. Up the broad steps and through the left hand door, we stepped into a world that was unknown to Tor. Hell it was unknown to the average person. The entryway was two stories high, a gently curving staircase to the right led up to the second floor, and a huge crystal chandelier hung twenty feet above our heads. The floor was white Italian marble with an interesting design in the center and the along edges done in various shades of blue. Directly in the center was a large, round 17th century table upon which sat a magnificent spray of freshly cut flowers in a cobalt blue antique vase. To the sides and back of the entry, high arched doorways led to various parts of the house. I elected to go straight, under the staircase and up three more steps and start down a hallway that eventually would have ended up in the great room, a 20 x 40 foot room that overlooked the back part of the 3.5 acre property and a small lake that sat at the southern boundary of the community. I made a right turn down a smaller side hallway that took me through the formal dining room then a butler's pantry and finally into the professional size kitchen. "Good afternoon Mrs. Higgins," I said to the gray haired late middle aged woman. "This is Tor, the boy I told you about, Tor this is Mrs. Higgins." I waited for the both of them to say their hello's then asked if she could rustle up something for lunch. "We'll be outside when it's ready Mrs. Higgins," I told her then led Tor out into a large multi-purpose room. While it was a laundry, mud room, storage room, it also had a ¾ bathroom as well as a large workbench. One side was kept pristine and was used for folding clothes while the other side was used for various other endeavors. I set the bat and glove conditioner on the bench then headed out a door to a small side yard in front of the servant's quarters. We spent about fifteen minutes outside, where it was clear that the boy had zero experience with a baseball, before being called in for lunch. After an incredible Philly steak sandwich and potato chips we went back out side and tossed the ball around for a half hour before Tor's arm started getting sore and it was getting hot. Back in the house, I showed Tor how to condition the gloves, allowing him to do his then stuffed a ball in each of the pockets and tied the gloves shut. Back in the kitchen we sat in the breakfast nook looking out at the tops of homes on the hillside below me and the lake in the distance. "It would sure be nice to be in that lake right now," Tor mused. I agreed with him then said, "Come on," and got up. Tor followed me down a back hallway into the massive great room then out a set of French doors onto a flagstone patio that was bordered by a two foot tall flowering hedge. Off to one side of the patio was a hillock filled with brightly colored flowers and smaller trees that essentially blocked any view in that directions. I led him down a wide gradual staircase between the hill and the patio area that brought us to a level eighteen feet below the patio. The stairs continued downward and curved slightly around the mounded flower bed and as we did, the sound of a waterfall could be heard. "No need for a lake," I said with a grin as we rounded the corner and came face to face with my swimming pool. Tor stood almost dumbstruck which was no surprise. Mine was a grotto style pool build slightly into the hillside. At the far end of the pool and starting about ten feet up, water tumbled down over boulders into the pool and barely visible beneath the waterfall an entryway in the rocks led to two small dressing rooms. Toward our end of the pool a stone path led up to three small flat areas at 3, 5, and 8 feet above the water so you could "cliff dive" off into the water. "That's amazing," Tor exclaimed then added in a less enthusiastic voice, "but I don't have a bathing suit." "Well, we really don't need one Tor; we can swim in our underwear; that is if that doesn't make you uncomfortable." "But what about people Clay?" he asked and I waved my arm in a 180° arc. "Nobody can see us." It was true. The way the houses and property were laid out plus how the pool was laid out we were completely obscured from vision unless someone was on the third floor of my home looking down. "In fact Tor, sometimes I swim and even lay in the sun nude," I told him, "not that I'm suggesting we do that but if you aren't embarrassed about us seeing each other in our underwear..." I let the statement trail off. I wasn't making a play for the boy. I wasn't trying to get him undressed. Yes, I loved boys and yes, I had wondered what he might look like "down there" but those weren't my motives. "Well," he said slowly, "It is awfully hot." We had walked to the opposite end of the pool where a half dozen chairs and lounge chairs were situated around an umbrella covered table with its own 4 chairs. I didn't say anything, wanting the boy to reach his own conclusions. "I really want to cool off," Tor finally said as he started to peel his t-shirt off. I peeled my shirt off and draped it across one of the chairs that were shaded while Tor bent over and untied his sneakers then kicked them off. He was careful with his clothes, placing them neatly on the chair and in moments we were both standing there in our briefs. Tor couldn't help but look at my crotch since I happened to be wearing bikini briefs so my stuff was much more noticeable. Needless to say I sort of scoped him out as well. I draped my arm across his shoulder then said, "Last one in is a rotten egg," then ran to the edge and dove in, swam underwater for a good fifteen feet before surfacing to see Tor walking along the edge of the pool to the shallow end then jumping in. I swam toward where he was standing. "What was that on your back?" he asked in a voice that said he couldn't believe what he'd seen. I turned around so that he could see. I have a dragon tattoo whose tail starts just below my left butt cheek and curves up the outer part of the cheek then across my lower back to dip slightly onto my right butt cheek then curves back and upward toward the left to the center of my rib cage then to the right again with the head on my right shoulder. Its back legs are at the small of my back and the front legs just below my shoulder blades. It's quite colorful and requires an undershirt when I wear dress shirts. "My gosh," he responded as he put his hand to my flesh and ran it across the ink, across my underwear clad butt then down on to the tail. "It looks so real, for a dragon I mean." When he was done it turned to face him and of course he looked toward my groin. "Do you know how to swim Tor?" I asked. He shook his head. "Um, no, I don't know how to swim," he said, a little bit of embarrassment in his voice. I didn't miss a beat. "Do you want to learn?" he smiled and nodded his head. "But I kinda want to jump off that ledge," he said, pointing to mound of rock. I told him to go ahead and that I would stand close to where he'd go in so he'd have something to cling on when he surfaced. He said okay then moved toward the stairs at the edge of the pool and walked out, his soaked briefs all but clinging to him and outlining his slender butt crack. Tor walked up the stone steps and stood on the ledge looking at me and then the water. It was only three feet up but to a boy who didn't swim it looked much higher. I admired his slender pre-teen body as he stood there before jumping in, the wet fabric of his briefs pressing against his body and perfectly outlining his cock as much as it had his butt. "Here I go," and he jumped in. I moved immediately to where he'd surface and as soon as he did I reached for him. He grasped onto my arms and pulled himself to me wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I automatically slipped a hand under his butt, the other around his waist. Our faces were only inches apart, his with a huge grin. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I reveled in holding him tight to me and the kiss only made it better. He said he wanted to do it again so I walked him to the shallow end and watched him to the walk again. After each jump he'd hug himself to me, kiss me on the lips and go again. After about the sixth jump as well as the kiss he said, "Can I just take my underwear off Clay?" I nodded to him, said of course and walked toward the shallow end again. He stood up, the water coming to a point between his belly button and his small nipples. "Are you gonna take your underwear off too?" I asked him if he wanted me to and he nodded his head. Needless to say I stood a little taller in the water than Tor did but hooked my thumb in the waist band and proceed to peel my briefs off while Tor did the same. I tossed them to the side of the pool as did Tor. He glanced in the water toward my crotch but it was only a glance. He turned and headed out of the water. I could only stare at the boy's slender little naked butt as it cleared the water, then watched him closely as he turned and walked up the steps to the ledge and stood before me, a boy Adonis. The water had done its job and caused his balls and his cock to shrink up. From where I stood, ten feet or so away, I could see that he was uncircumcised and it looked like he had at least a little bit of hair. "Ready?" he asked and I nodded my head. When he hit the water, Tor seemed to stay under just a little bit longer and I assumed that he'd opened his eyes to look at my groin and since he was only a foot away at the most, he would have gotten a good look although the water had done its job on my stuff as well. When he came to the surface he climbed on me but this time my hand was under his naked butt. I seriously wanted to feel him but kept my fingers still. He kissed me again then rested his forehead against mine, his eyes twinkling. I could feel his cock and his balls press against my belly. "I like it when you hold me Clay. My dad hardly ever held me and of course since I'm getting older my mom doesn't hold me either." With that said he kissed me again then laid his head on my shoulder. That hand on his back slid up and gently rubbed his neck then ran through his wet hair. I closed my eyes and as we stood there for a moment in the hot sun I reveled in the feel of his body against mine. Holding a wet naked boy is the best. The weight of him in my arms, which wasn't much, and I wondered if our relationship would become deeper. I wondered if he would get to a point where he wanted to become more physical with me than we were. "Well I'm more than happy to hold you all you want Tor," I whispered to him and got a squeeze from him. We swam some more then started to lie in the sun to dry off. I suggested that if we were done with the pool that we take a quick shower to get the chlorine off. We got up and tromped into the changing rooms Tor commenting how cool it was to walk behind the waterfall. The shower was mostly uneventful although I got a better look at Tor's body and saw that he did indeed have a small patch of moss growing at the base of his 4 inch cock and his balls were already dropped. I wondered briefly if he jacked off, if those tender young smooth balls were producing sperm. Tor took the opportunity to check me out as well, commenting that my penis was not only really big, it was just barely seven inches, but it looked different than his penis. I explained circumcision and he wondered aloud why anyone would do that. After that first visit to my home we tended to spend more time there and when we did, Tor asked if we could swim in the pool. At no time did he ever suggest that we wear a swim suit and at no time after that first time did he ever swim with his underwear on. Typically, by the time we would get to the far end of the pool Tor would already have his shirt off and have started to undo his jeans. Sometimes he would get his jeans and briefs down to his ankles before taking his shoes and socks off so he would either sit down to accomplish the task or stand with one hand on a table for balance while the other hand fiddled with the shoe on his crossed leg. It was at times comical but I also wondered if there was a reason behind his behavior because at times it appears as if he were exposing himself to me purposely. On the second visit I started teaching him how to swim and part of that included him lying prone on my extended arms in the water. In order for me to balance him it required one arm to cross his body almost at his pubic bone. Knowing that his boyhood charms were scant inches from me made my cock begin to stir and required me to focus on what he was doing in order to prevent a full on chubby. In fact both Tor and I had touched each other "below the belt" although it was accidental. Well, it was accidental on my part but I can't say for Tor although in retrospect it may have been intentional. It had happened mostly in the pool but his hand grazed me a couple of times while we were clothed. Tor also began to broach the topic of sex, typically with questions. He asked once while we were in the shower after a swim if all men's penises were as big as mine. I explained penises to him. He mulled that for a moment then said, "Gosh Clay it must be huge when it gets hard." I explained that most men over six inches when soft didn't get significantly larger when hard although they often seemed thicker. "It's generally smaller penises or boys around your age that seem much bigger when they get hard. I would imagine that yours probably seems much bigger when it's hard." He nodded his head and said that was true, that he noticed that. We finished our shower then went out to lie in the sun and after a minute or so Tor said, "I noticed that I get hard a lot more than I used to Clay. It's hard every morning when I wake up. Does that happen to you too?" I told him that it did, although not as much as when I was his age, and that it was normal for boys because their bodies were sexually maturing. He asked what that meant so I gave him a brief explanation and he seemed so surprised that I assumed that he had not yet masturbated so I asked him. "Does your body make sperm yet Tor?" He said he didn't know. "Okay well can I ask you some personal questions?" "You can always ask me anything Clay." I told him I felt the same way about him then asked if he ever played with his penis, ever moved his fingers or his hand up and down on his penis when it was hard. He didn't quite understand so I showed him using the general universal gesture. He shook his head and asked why a boy would do that. I explained that too him as well. "So the sperm comes from my balls and it feels good when I moved my hand on my penis like that, when I, what did you call it, masturbate." I nodded my head and told him it felt great. The boy asked if I did that, if I masturbated and I explained that all males did it to some degree, that it was normal for teenage boys to do it quite often, sometimes every day and sometimes even more than once a day. I went on to explain that as boys became men masturbation usually slowed down quite a bit but still continued and yes, since I wasn't in a relationship, not that being in a relationship ever stopped a guy from jacking off, I masturbated. He mulled that over a moment then sat up in his chair and looked at me. "Will show me how to do it Clay?" "Oh my" I thought to myself. I'd wanted to be sexual with Tor in some way almost from the first time I saw him and now he was all but inviting me to engage with him. "Well, I don't know about that Tor. It's one thing to tell children about things and teach them but actually showing them is another matter and in fact is illegal." That didn't seem to stop the boy. "Well, you're teaching me how to play baseball and to swim and we've seen each other naked I don't see why you can't teach me about that other stuff too." At times I loved the logic of children and this was one of those times. As tempting as it was I was very leery and Tor sensed it. "If you're afraid that I would tell someone, I promise I wouldn't Clay. I would never do anything to hurt you or get you into trouble, honest." Tor was extremely sincere in his statement and as I paused to consider it he got out of his chair and came over to the Lounge chair I was in, straddled my hips and sat down then leaned forward and put his arms around my neck. I was very conscious of the fact that his genitals were all but resting on mine. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, keeping his against mine for a good 3 seconds before stopping. "Please Clay?" Tor had never asked me for anything. Also, when his smooth pale face carried the expression that it did then, I knew that he was dead serious and that whatever he was talking about at the moment was the most important thing to him. I'd put my hands on his back and gently rubbed it when he sat down. They slowly slipped down to his butt and as I cupped them under his butt cheeks I thought about how good they felt in my hands. "Okay Tor. But not right now. It's a little weird for me to approach it like that. But I promise, when the time seems right, for both of us, I'll show you." The expression on Tor's face, especially in his eyes, was one that reflected his adoration. He leaned his head forward and kissed me again only this time he actually moved his lips making it more than just the typical kiss, giving it more meaning. "Okay Clay." He leaned his head on my shoulder and we lay there holding each other under the hot sun. I loved it and how I didn't get ramrod hard I'll never know. School got out for summer break the following week. Tor and I had talked about his staying at my house for a few days or even a week at a time. I had even broached the subject of taking him on a road trip or maybe even flying somewhere, something we'd discussed with his mother who agreed to it. I had managed to find his mother a job that would pay twice what she was making but she needed some skills, not the least of which was learning English. To that end I'd found some classes that she could take and while the cost was minimal, I paid for it. She didn't want me to but she didn't have the extra money and taking time off from one of her jobs would cause her to lose money. I convinced her that in the long run it would improve her situation drastically and besides, we could talk about her paying me back at a later date, not that I would have accepted money from her. So, I picked Tor up at his house around 9 on the morning of the first day of his summer vacation; he was going to spend two weeks. Back at my house we carried his luggage (a couple of cheap bags that I'd gotten him at Ross) up to the second floor with the intention of ensconcing him next to my bedroom. His was a decent sized room that shared a bathroom with one of the other 6 bedrooms, not counting the two bedrooms in the servants wing. I had never shown Tor the second floor of the house so showed him my bedroom which consisted of a sitting room with a fireplace that it shared with the separate bedroom, a walk in closet and a bathroom that had a bathtub big enough for two people. Tor commented that my bedroom was as big as his entire apartment. Most of the day was uneventful and since Mrs. Higgins was off for two days off so we went out for dinner and back at the house afterwards we decided to watch a movie. While the house had a media slash game room downstairs where Tor and I usually watched movies, the previous owner had turned one of the bedrooms into a smaller TV room with a large plasma screen mounted on one wall and it was there that we went. The room had a couple of overstuffed chairs but my favorite was a large chair that had an equally large ottoman that went with it. Butted up to the chair it looked like a large chaise lounge that accommodated the full length of my legs. Whenever we'd watched movies or TV downstairs he always cuddled up to me so after I got into my chair I motioned for Tor to join me. He got comfy between my legs and leaned back against my chest so naturally I wrapped my arms across his chest with his arms resting on mine. After about ten minutes he commented on how full he felt after the dinner and asked if he could unbutton his pants. "Of course you can Tor," I told him so he pulled his shirt up exposing about four inches of belly, unsnapped then unzipped his jeans about half way which I find terribly erotic. We lay like for another ten minutes, Tor's arms resting on mine and absently rubbing them. "I love being like this Clay, with you holding me." He'd told me that a few times so it wasn't something new but there seemed to me to be a different tone in his voice. "Well I love holding you baby boy," I responded, not realizing what I'd just said. Tor was quiet for a moment before turning his head and looking up at me. "Am I really your baby boy Clay?" I had to give that a moment's thought because, like I said, I hadn't really realized that I'd called him that. "Yes Tor, you are." He hugged his arms to mine. "I like being your baby boy," he said softly. For the first time in my life I initiated a kiss with Tor, turning my head slightly and kissing him on the temple. In what I thought later was a totally automatic reflex I moved one hand down onto his belly then up under his shirt and began rubbing his upper belly and chest. "Your hand is warm Clay," he whispered. I realized what I'd done and started to take my hand away but Tor stopped me. "No, don't take it away, it feels good. I like your hand there. I put the other one there as well, causing the boy to murmur softly, and rubbed his belly and his chest at the same time. I tried to concentrate on the movie but it was difficult. Holding Tor like that was incredible. I felt my heart do some extra beats as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel what was going through my body. I heard Tor gasp slightly and realized that my hand was moving back and forth across one of his nipples and that the little nubbin had stiffened up from it. I kept my eyes closed but when I felt his arm moved I opened them to see that his right hand had slipped into his jeans and rubbed at his groin. When he pulled his hand back out the flaps of his jeans were opened wider and it appeared as though the boy had a hard on. I closed my eyes again because I felt that if I kept them open I'd keep staring at his crotch and then I'd get hard and the likelihood of Tor not noticing was pretty low. While I wanted to go there with him, I was still very conflicted about it. Finally he whispered to me. "Clay?" "Mmm" I answered. "I think its time." I popped my eyes open. "What?" "I think its time. I think it's time to teach me." I looked down and it was more than clear that he was hard, his cock pushing up against the fabric that was covering it. I slid my hands down his belly to the waistband of his briefs. I moved one hand under each side of his jeans but over his underwear until I reached his upper thigh then brought one hand back up the center of his body. My fingertips felt his balls then my thumb and index finger wrapped around his boner and squeezed gently causing Tor's to stiffen slightly. I pulled both hands back up to the waistband of his underwear again. "I think we should get these down then Tor," and slid my finger under the waistband. Both hands were almost at his hips when they went in so I had not yet touched his stuff in the flesh. Both Tor and I watched as I raised his underwear up, revealing his hardened cock, then began to move my hand farther down. Tor helped my raising his slender little butt up off the chair the pushed at the back of his clothing while I pushed at the top and gradually got his clothing half way down to his knees. I gazed at the beautiful sight of his pre adolescent body. His rigid cock had reached almost five inches, the tip of it showing from beneath the hood of his foreskin as it stood in the air parallel with his smooth pale belly. I could see the small sprouts of dark blond hair at the base of his boyhood pride and joy, the tender shoots most likely starting not much before I met the boy. His thighs were still mostly together so his smooth young balls rested against them instead of hanging loosely. I leaned forward and shoved his clothing below his knees so that his thighs could fall open a little more and when they did, his hairless nuts fell to full stretch. He was all boy; glorious in his naked state of arousal and I wanted to bury my face in his crotch in the worst way. Instead I slowly brought both hands along his thighs with enough firmness so as not to tickle him. My right hand kept going, slipping between his balls and his inner thigh the soft skin warm against my fingers. My other hand cupped his balls and squeezed them gently causing Tor to moan softly. I kept the hand moving so his sperm makers slipped out of my grasp as I moved to the base of his cock then upward until I reached almost the top. My thumb and forefinger gripped the rigid shaft just below the head and I retracted his foreskin, exposing the red and swollen flesh, my other hand rested against his pubic bone, the finger gently rubbing against his new grown moss. As I suspected his cock head was perfect, the cap a perfectly shaped helmet. I moved the foreskin back and forth a half dozen times then stopped. "That's how you do it baby boy," I whispered in his ear. "If you keep doing it you'll have an orgasm and your sperm will come out." Tor turned his head to look at me. "Will you do it Clay, will you masturbate me," he asked, his voice more husky that I'd ever heard it. I nodded my head and moved my hand, which had been resting on his thigh, toward his cock. "Wait." He said. "Is your penis hard too Clay? It feels like it." I nodded my head. "Will you take your pants off too so I can see it?" I nodded my head and before I could tell him to move, Tor got up out of the chair and stood before me, shoving his jeans and underwear to the floor and stepping out of them then peeling his shirt off as well. I stood and quickly undressed, allowing seven inches of moderately thick adult male cock to spring out. "Gosh it's so big Clay," he said. I sat back down in the chair with my feet out on the ottoman and Tor returned to between my legs, leaning his back against me and thus, my stone hard cock. I put my arm around his waist as before then took hold of his raging boner between my thumb and forefinger again and began to jack him off. He pressed his head back against my shoulder briefly as the feelings ripped through his young virginal body. Tor's breathing became quicker as I continued to stroke him, moving his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive swollen head. "Ooh gosh," Tor moaned and his left hand rested on my wrist for a moment as though he was going to stop me from going on but he didn't. All of a sudden his entire body went stiff in my lap and a strange sound came from deep in his throat at the same time his cock stiffened between my fingers. His other hand, which had been resting on my forearm, gripped it as though he were headed down a steep drop on a roller coaster. I kept his foreskin retracted but kept on stroking him and was rewarded with a small drop of watery white liquid that seemed to burp out then run down over his foreskin and onto my thumb. I continued to stroke him and another small amount of boy honey oozed out but it was so little that it didn't really go anywhere. Tor relaxed against me, his belly and chest rising and falling rapidly from the experience of his first sperming. I let go of his cock and put my hand to my mouth and licked his sperm off of my thumb, savoring the taste, then moved my fingers down to cup and fondle his balls and the boy allowed me that liberty. We lay like that for a solid minute before his breathing slowed and he spoke. "That was so, I don't know Clay, awesome or incredible." He turned his head and moved his body enough to be able to kiss me, planted his lips against mine and gave me a healthy kiss. "Why did you lick that stuff off your fingers Clay?" I explained that tasting or even swallowing a mouthful of a boy's sperm was often times exciting and sexy feeling." He sort of frowned for a moment. "So have you done this with other boy's Clay?" I didn't want to demean the experience with Tor by telling him that I'd been with other boys but there was no way about it so I nodded my head and said that I'd been with a few boys, which wasn't a total lie. "So that's why you know so much about boys and sex and stuff huh?" It was easier to simply agree with him so it did. "Well I'm glad that you were because you're such a good teacher," and with that he kissed me again although it was more of a quick peck. "So are you gonna do that now, masturbate yourself?" I asked him if he wanted to and he smiled really big and said that he did. It was all but impossible to jack off with the boy sitting between my legs like that so I had him move so that we both sat in the chair more on our hips than our butts. My left hand went right to my balls and squeezed them roughly before taking hold of my rock hard cock in a full hand grip and stroked it a couple of times. "Wait," Tor said. "Can I try and do it to you?" I was hoping that he would but I didn't want to ask. I took my hand away and Tor immediately took it into his hand. "Gosh it's so hard, and warm and stuff," he said, almost amazed. He took hold of me, squeezed a few times then moved his hand up and down and I just relaxed and enjoyed the feel of him. It took about a minute of steady jacking me off for his arm to get tired and before he could say something I said, "It will take awhile Tor. Why don't you let me do that?" My hand had already been tugging on my balls so l let go of them and move it and gently pushed Tor's small hand out of the way. That didn't deter the boy from cupping his hand under my balls and scooping them up from where they hung on my thigh then letting his fingers explore the shaven sac while they rested in his palm. "They're so soft and smooth Clay," the boy said in a quiet voice. The warmth of his hand probably helped to spur my body onward. That and the fact that Tor's other hand, the arm somewhat trapped under his body, was alternating with playing with his own balls as well as his still hard young cock. "Do you want to take over jacking me off when I'm ready to cum Tor?" I asked him. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression on his smooth cute face although it didn't stop either of his hands from doing what they were doing. I realized that he didn't know what I was talking about. It was difficult to believe that a boy his age could be so innocent in this day and age. "Jacking off is what we're doing Tor, what I'm doing right now and what I did to you. To cum is when the sperm actually comes out and the feelings that you feel when it happens." He nodded in understanding as he said, "And it sure does feel good. Can we do it again?" I told him we could it as much as he wanted to. "Really," he asked as I'd promised him a new puppy and if the smile on his face was any indication it looked as though we would be doing it often. He rose up on his elbow and kissed me again and this one had meaning to it. The kiss; the idea of being a lover to the boy and the subsequent activities that we'd most likely engage in took me right to where I wanted to be. "I'm ready to cum if you want to take over Tor," I said huskily. I love to cum, what guy doesn't, but having a boy as cute, and sweet and eager to learn, and new to the sperming world as Tor was, made it incredible. Tor took over with enthusiasm and when I mumbled for him to hold me tighter he did. "Ooohh yes Tor," I moaned out as the feelings took over. I watched through heavily lidded eyes as the first jet spit out onto my chest followed by six more of equal or slightly lesser volume and power. Somewhere between the third and fourth squirt Tor all but shouted, "Wow!" He kept right on going even after my sperm oozed out onto his thumb and he didn't stop until the white goo stopped and when it did, he immediately put his hand to his mouth and licked my cum off of it. That was hot as hell to watch. Tor scrunched his face up a little and said that it wasn't all that good. I smiled and agreed. Adult cum was different than young boy cum which to me, always tasted sweeter. "Boy you sure make a lot of sperm stuff Clay," he said after his cum critique. "Will I make that much when I get older?" I explained the what's and the when's of sperming to him. By then my cum was starting to run so I managed to get up out of the chair and when I turned to grab my underwear to clean it off. Done, I turned back toward the chair where Tor had continued to sit. His legs were spread out and his thumb and fingers were wrapped around his still rigid dick and stroking himself. He looked at me and smiled. "How come your penis is getting soft and mine stayed hard the whole time Clay?" I explained about the readiness of youth and how that tends to get lost as one gets older. "You mean I could do this all day long?" he asked in a voice that bordered on incredulous. I smiled and said, "Maybe not all day Tor, your cock would get pretty sore as would your balls, but you could probably manage to jack off seven or eight times or more if you were feeling particularly horny and you started in the morning." Of course there were words in that statement that the boy didn't understand so I took the time to explain it. "It's kind of late in the day now but could we maybe do that some day Clay, start in the morning and do it all day? Maybe even tomorrow," he added with some excitement. Although my cock had almost returned to its default state I felt it throb slightly and the idea of spending an entire day with Tor, naked and sexual, created an incredible visual in my mind's eye. It reminded me of the children's book "Oh the places you'll go." Oh the places I'd love to take the cute young thing. Tor's hand had not left his rigid little cock while we talked and once we were quiet again he went back to stroking himself. I elected to sit in front of him and watch so moved to the ottoman, moving it back a little bit then sitting down between Tor's legs. He smiled at me as his fingers moved his foreskin back and forth over his sensitive cock head. "It's sort of weird having you watch me Clay," he said, "but I like it. It makes me feel more sexy like." I liked it too being as how my crotch wasn't more than 8 inches from his. I could easily see the beginning of his butt crack, reveled in the sight of his smooth young balls moving as he loved himself. Watching a boy jack off is extremely sensual but watching a boy jacking himself off for the first time is even better. It was interesting to watch his facial expressions change as his heat level rose, as the feelings going through his preteen body spiked for a moment then abated. His hand started out resting on his belly but soon moved down to his thigh where his fingers pressed against the soft flesh, his sac brushing against the tops of his fingers. "You mind if I help you a little Tor?" He shook his head so I reached out and took hold of his balls and gently squeezed and tugged at them. Tor actually moaned at my touch then commented how warm my hand was. I continued to fondle him as he closed his eyes and relaxed back against the back of the chair and his breathing became a little faster and his facial muscles constricted and relaxed as his body geared up for the second orgasm of his life. Then he surprised me. "Will you finish it for me Clay?" My answer was simply to extend my hand and take hold of the shaft where Tor's fingers had just been. I continued to play with his balls, tugging on the sac and pulling his young cock upright. I picked up a little speed, sliding his foreskin up and down over the sensitive head and less than 20 seconds after I started jacking him off Tor groaned, stiffened, his cock stiffened and his second offering to Eros eased its way out of his piss slit. I kept on stroking him only I covered his cock head with his foreskin and simply moved my fingers up and down, concentrating on the sensitive underside of the head as well as the ridge on the top. It didn't take long before Tor was squirming and giggling that it tickled too much so I let go, reluctantly. I reached down and stroked my own half hard cock a few times while I watched Tor lay there with his eyes closed and his stomach and chest rising and falling from the orgasmic exertion. I sort of wanted to jack off again, sort of wanted to do it right where I was and blast my sperm out onto Tor's belly, and his cock and balls, to sort of mark my territory as it were. Instead, I let go of my dick and reached out to wipe Tor's sperm from his dick, which caused him to open his eyes, then lick the life producing substance with my tongue. "You really do like the taste of my sperm don't you Clay," he asked. I nodded my head. "What would it be like if I squirted it into your mouth?" "It would be heavenly Tor. Guys do that you know, put each other's cocks in their mouths, and sometimes swallow each other's cum. It's pretty normal." He frowned a little then said, "Gosh I don't think I could swallow all your sperm. You make too much of it. I could probably swallow some of it though. Does it feel good squirting your sperm into someone's mouth?" I explained that it was more of an emotional than a physical thing but it did produce some great feelings regardless." "Well, I guess I'll have to try it sometime then huh?"