Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2005 05:21:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: "younganakin6@excite.com" <younganakin6@excite.com>
Subject: Dear, Sweet Travis Part 1

Dear, Beautiful Travis.

Once a year, my company sends all their executives to the Atlanta
Headquarters for the yearly meetings and award ceremony.  My newly acquired
sister-in-law's family presides there so that was where I lodged.  My
sister-in-law's family is a beautiful one.  Two middle aged parents Susan
and Phil, two twenty-something blond daughters, Suzy and April, visiting
from college, and an adopted 10 year old named Travis.  The first evening
of my arrival was late.  We were held up on the layover due to some
technical issues with the engine and awaited a replacement plane.

I had a day to burn before the first meetings on Thursday, so I woke the
next morning a bit late and started my morning jog.  Travis was outside
talking to some neighborhood kids and regarded me as I ran past the pack.
As a closet boy lover, I noticed him right off the bat, but played it off
as nothing.  He is a beautiful 4 foot 9ish, thin build with wiry arms,
light brown hair with a pending haircut, and beautiful brown eyes.  Little
freckles dot his cheaks and nose ridge.  The medium tan from summer outdoor
activities gave him a greek sheen.  Exhausted from ten miles of running, I
was welcomed back at the house with a huge breakfast including all the
fixings.  Southern hospitality holds true in this household.  I hadn't seen
the family since the wedding, so we had some catching up to do.  Everyone
seemed to be so happy to receive me as a guest.

Needing to clean up for a day of leasure, possibly golf, I headed to my
room and noticed, to my cheer, that Travis was in the room next door.  We
shared a common bathroom.  As I looked through, video game console games
were strewn about, clothing piled on a chair, and a few toys dotted his
furniture as trophies.  Seeing the boy's reflection through his closet
mirror was a pleasant moment as he entered his room.  His mild sweating had
made his thin Sea Hawk shorts sort of stick to his legs.  My mindset was to
simply limit my boy watching to a bare minimum.  After all, this boylover
wanted to live up to the trust his family had given me.  I kept my sexual
excitement to a bearable minimum.

As I turned to return to my side, I noticed his friendly wave in my
peripheral.  "I know you're a grown up and all," he said, "but do you ever
play video games?"  Being the avid fragger that I am, my face quickly lit
up as I replied, "you bet I do.  I could smoke anyone in HALO."  This
launched us off in a long discussion over who we've played against.  I was
pleasantly surprised that I had played against him in the past, but didn't
remember the outcome.  I was in hog heaven.

Travis is not only a beautiful specimen of boyhood, but he is a geekboy as
well.  I was instantly 10 years old all over again.  The morning air turned
into hot summer afternoon as my chances of playing golf faded with each
increasing tick on the thermometer.  We took turns playing HALO and talked
crap about different asshats on the other side.  I could've played all day,
but our fun was cut short when Susan called him down for chores.  As he
moaned his way out the door, he slapped me on my rear and yelled, "PWNED!!!
(gamer speak for 'owned.'  A word commonly mispelled as pwned.  It was
quickly adopted as the alternate spelling)"

I went back into my room after getting killed from my lack of attention to
the game.  Watching the boys little bubble butt seemed far more important
to observe than my rating in the game.  I quickly signed off and returned
to my room.  After a short nap, I hit the road to check out the local mall.
My intuition told me that I would run out of clean clothing and it was a
perfect excuse to shop for more.  Returning home at dinner, the family
never failed to impress again.

The spread was simply amazing.  A neighbor's family came over to meet me
and brought their kids around Travis's age.  My seating was perfect as it
gave me a perfect view to watch the pile of boys watching a movie in the
other room as I sat with the adults.  They were all wearing shorts, laying
on their bellies.  Some of them had their legs spread wide giving me a
subtle hint over the hidden packages under the wrapper.  Some of them were
flailing their legs and sometimes bumping into the other kids' legs.  It
was quite the innocent sight indeed.

As the neighbors left, I bid everyone adeau and headed to my room for the
evening.  I was still half awake when I heard Travis entering his room to
prep for bed.  My door to the bathroom was open about a quarter of the way
when the light came on.  Some wrestling sounds were made when I noticed he
turned on the shower head.  The shadows of his movements had shown through
as he stepped in the tub and closed the glass sliding door.  My internal
debate was to either try leveraging my position so I could take a peek at
the showering boy or ignore it and sleep.  Choosing for the latter, I
rolled over and closed my eyes.

The next day's agenda was full.  I received an award from the CEO for an
achievement in my department.  Along with this came an invitatino from the
old man himself for an eighteen hole round of golf.  I was so pleased it
was my turn to get something out of the hard work my year had yielded.  The
mood was festive and the company spared no expense to feed the executives
and upper managers at the event.  I silently congratulated myself for
sticking through the tough college years and graduate school.  It had
definitely payed off.

When I got back to the house, Blanche and Phil decided to have an evening
out and asked if I could watch over Travis.  I was delighted to have the
opportunity to have unhindered time spent with my new friend.  He had a
friend from school come over and they played video games while I read
magazines, surfed the web, and watched tv.  All the while giving me full
view of boy beauty.  Only an hour passed when his friend had to go home and
left us alone.

I had mentioned that playing catch was something I hadn't done in a long
time, so we left for the back yard.  What started as a healthy game of
catch turned into a game of rough housing.  We had slowly moved over to the
trampoline and began tagging each other.  Being twenty plus years older
than Travis meant I tired quicker.  Wanting to hit the pool, I told him I'd
watch him while he'd take a dip.  To my complete surprise, he stripped off
his shirt, shoes, sox, and shorts right in front of me and dove in.  My
manhood slowly came to attention as I watched him swim around with youthful
exuberance.  I soaked in every moment that I could.  The evening was slowly
coming down on us and the time was coming to go back inside.  As he climbed
out of the pool, he walked over to the towel pile and grabbed it.

Not knowing where my courage came from, I told him to come over and allow
my to dry him off.  My heart was pounding as he stopped, turned around,
frowned, and walked over.  He stripped off the towel and threw it at me.
"My mom hasn't done this in a long time."  It was my turn to give a playful
grin while I said, "well, you can't have all the fun you know."  As I dryed
him off, I slowly moved my hands lower towards his crotch and butt to dry
it off.  I was given full reign to his body for these few moments.  As I
finished drying him off, he put his clothing back on and we walked back
into the house.  He was beginning to pick up his console and games when he
mooned me and slapped his left cheak yelling, "PWNED!!!"

Without thinking, "how cute," were the next set of words to leave my mouth.
My face must've turned beat red as I realized what I had said.  He grinned
while I said, "do that again."  He simply continued back up to his room
with his gane stuff.  Dinner was an easy call for pizza.  The freezer was
full of the frozen variety and it was an easy choice to select.  Soda was
nicely stacked in the alternate fridge in the garage and we adjourned for
TV in his room.  I layed on his bed while Travis was laying on the floor in
his whities.  I may have watched the tv for a full minute in the hour or
two we were watching.  My eyes were glued to his well carved boy butt.  As
the evening was coming to a close, I told him it was about time to hit the
shower so he could go to bed.  I got no argument from him and I settled
into my room.

As a few minutes passed, wet and naked Travis opened the door and asked if
I could wash his back.  My heart began to pound hard when it clicked.
Trying to act chill, I motioned a positive yes and walked over to the
bathroom.  He stepped into the tub and motioned for the thicker bar of
soap.  The thinner one was on its last moments of existence, destined to
doom as chunks down the drain.  He faced the wall and placed his hands
against it, slightly bent over.  I was at a full erection when I began
soaping his smooth, tight back.  As I added my second hand to the task, I
slowly moved lower and lower.  He slowly continued to bend over even more
as I continued down to his lower back.  The beautiful crack of his boy butt
had opened up to grant me view of his beautiful pink hole.  My hands slowly
moved down to both cheaks as I gently lathered them up, in a circular
motion.  "Make sure you get everything, otherwise I get itchy," were the
words that broke the silence.  His hairless crack was fully opened at this
point as I moved my thumb in circular motions closer and closer to his
little hole.

I could've ejaculated at that moment if it hadn't been for complete self
control.  I moved my left hand slowly down under and began soaping his
hairless balls and cock.  At around two inches, it was about the size I
imagined it would be from the moment I layed eyes on him.  Finally, my left
hand totally encompassed his boyhood and began to stroke it.  It slowly
went erect for a full three inches.  My right hand was still playing with
his hole when my cock was so engulfed with blood that it hurt, much like it
had when I was thirteen years old.  His butt made a round movement as I
lightly pierced his hole with my index finger.  Not puting it all in, I
simply only penetrated the tight hole.  "Do you do this alot?" were the
words that broke yet another silence.  "No, this is my first time.  I'd
have to admit awkwardness, and I would hate for it to end."

I told him to turn around so I could clean his front.  A little glimmer in
his eyes were visible when he turned around.  This is the closest I'd ever
been to a naked boy outside a locker room.  My hands had a thick lather on
them as I spread it aroud his chest.  I washed away in circular motions
until I got to the lower part of his belly.  I simply grabbed his little
dick and began stroking it.  Not wanting to overdo it, I motinoed that I
was done.  He grabbed the nozzle and handed it to me.  "Rinse me off
please, and thanks."  It was my pleasure...  All mine.  Of course, this
only meant I'd have to relieve myself for this encounter.  In my mind, all
I could think was how glad I had a company and inlaws in Atlanta.  This
encounter with Travis was the ultimate highlight of the trip.  Thinking
this would be all he would give me, I retired back to my bed, magazine in
one hand, hard cock in another.

I was really trying to ignore him from that moment on.  This work of
emotional control came to a halt when the lights in the room flipped off
and felt a bounce on the foot of my bed.  Travis crawled up next to me,
covered up, and embraced me.  "I never got a hard on from someone else
before.  Are you gay?"  I put everything down and adjusted to face him,
arms wrapping him.  "Yes I am gay, but I also have attractions for boys
your age.  And you're the first one ever letting me experiment."  I
couldn't believe my sheer honesty with him, but something deep inside my
stomach assured me he could be trusted.  He said, "I saw a porno at my
friend's house.  It is his dad's.  I wanted to do it since then."

"Well, then.  I will only do what you want.  I will, in no way, do anything
you wish not to do.  And I definitely won't make the first move.  If you
want me to do something to you, tell me.  I'll do it if possible."  I
adjusted myself and moved his little boy body over on top of mine.  He sat
up and slid his crotch over and above my chin.  His now handing boy cock
was lightly touching my chin as he slowly moved it along my chin to my
lips.  My mouth opened and took his entirety into my mouth like a starving
person would with food.  I grabbed both cheeks of his butt while I sucked
his meat and pulled it in until I had his dick and balls in my mouth.  My
nost rubbed up against his hairless pube mound as I wiggled his little cock
around my tongue.  As it slowly started to grow, my sucking got stronger
and my five inch cock came to full size.  "That feels really good.  How big
is yours?" He asked.  I kicked the sheets from on top of me and exposed my
manhood for the first time.  He was amazed that I have no pubic hair.  I
had it removed permanently when I was a competing swimmer in college.
Shaving my pubes proved to be a huge inconvenience for such a sensual
practice.  My build was thin as it was during my teen years and my chest
never grew hair.  I looked like an overgrown prepubescent boy.  All my ex
lovers loved it, well all except for one.

As he was turned around, I lightly pulled his head down to my dick.  I told
him to suck it as I suck his.  I began moving my tongue and caressed his
hole with the tip.  He took in the head of my cock and began sucking harder
than it ever had.  I couldn't help but think he had a true talent.  At ten
years old, he was sucking my dick better than veteran queens in my adult
life.  Only a handful of seconds passed when I asked him to stop.  I didn't
want to cum too quickly and fill his mouth with my juice.

This piqued his curiousity since he had only seen it on pornos.  I didn't
want to cum yet because there were a host of other things I wanted do to
him.  This was a big fantasy come true and a validation that my sexuality
crosses over to the preteen.  However scary and risky, I held in my mind
that this would likely be my last opportunity and did what I could get away
with.  I buried has butt crack into my face as I slowly slid my tongue
deeper into his hole.  His moan came out loud as I hit his prostate.  His
dick instantly grew and hardened more than ever.  I slowly stroked the head
of his beautiful dick as I tongue fucked his hole for the first time.
Slowly, precum began to drip and pool on my hairless pube mound.  He seemed
very delighted to see it, touched it, and tasted it.  I was completely
shocked.  This boy really, in my mind, really had an instinct for gay sex.
And he had no sense of shame.  Not that I could see.

"Do gay guys do it, you know, like boys and girls do?" was yet another set
of words that broke the silence.  I explained how gay men have sex and he
asked if he could do it to me.  Having taken some monster dicks in the
past, I had no problem taking his boyhood.  The only concern was whether or
not he could get it into my asshole (I'd never taken a dick so small
before).  He had no problem at all.  I didn't expect sex on the trip so I
didn't take lube with me.  So, my own saliva was the only option.

I rolled him over until I was on top.  Had him spread his legs while I went
to town on his little dick.  I couldn't express how enjoyable it was to
suck his hairless wonder; I could've done this all night.  His little moans
and grunts only got me more excited.  I had him wet enough to fuck me, but
I just couldn't help myself.  I kept sucking him off while my finger was in
his little hole.  Slowly, I was finger fucking him while I was sucking.  As
I continually hit his prostate with my finger, his little dick erupted with
each pass.  I pumped my finger faster in a gradual manner while I kept
sucking.  After a few minutes pass, his breathing increased in depth and
sped up.  WIth a few jerks of his body, it seemed he was about to have a
dry boy orgasm, and it would be his first in life.  This had me so excited
that I orgasmed on the sheets while his orgasm came to and end.

With men, I'm usually done with sex once I've cum.  But with this boy, I
kept going.  His dick slowly returned to its soft natural state and began
playing with it on my tongue as I had before it got hard.

As everything came to an end, this cuddly boy completely wrapped his legs
around mine while we layed in bed talking.  I explained to him that he had
gone through an orgasm.  It had felt so good to him that it nearly hurt.
He wanted me to stop sucking but couldn't becasue it still felt so good to
him.  I told him it would be a messy thing when puberty hits.

The evening was charming.  We both got sleepy and said our good nights.  I
insisted he sleep in his room so no one would, by chance, walk in seeing a
naked boy cuddling with a naked man.  As we lay in our own beds minutes
later, he yelled across saying he still has to fuck me next time.  I nodded
to myself and responded that tomorrow night would be the best chance.  And
he told me he would also like me to do it to him.  That, in my mind, was
one thing I wanted more than ever.

More on my next installment.  The series will wrap up all my experiences
with Travis for the next four years.