Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 14:42:59 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Dream Comes True

As with almost all of my stories, this one is all fiction. There isn't a
shred of truth to it in terms of my own life. So, that being said, if
intergenerational stories bother you then perhaps you should move up to
the adult friends folder, or go read the Wall Street Journal or
something. As always, feedback is welcome. Before you write asking if
there will be more, there will be. Honest, I just don't know when.
Meanwhile, enjoy.
Hugs
Tag Michaels


I had known him since he was fourteen and now, just two weeks shy of
eighteen, he hadn't changed all that much. He'd grown taller of course,
now reaching about sixty seven and a half inches, but he retained his
slender, young teenage boyish figure, appearing to still fit his hundred
and thirty six pounds into pants with a thirty inch waist. He wasn't
skinny, and he wasn't thin, just. slender. He hadn't gotten much more
facial hair either so with the exception of the light smattering of black
hair on the top half of a pair of perfect lips, his face was completely
smooth with a clear complexion. A very slight hint of color accented
nicely defined cheekbones that were the widest point on his face. They
weren't high exactly but, just defined.

His large dark eyes, framed by thick brows and luxurious lashes whose
color matched that of his head, were very slightly oval and the only
thing that gave evidence to some Asian genetics in his background. He had
told me once that he was a quarter Filipino, a taste of Japanese and the
rest was a mix of portagee and eastern European something all of which is
gave his skin a very light tanned looking color.  It also provided a nice
contrast to the perfectly straight and crystal white teeth that he showed
whenever he smiled, which was quite a bit.

His pitch black hair was worn somewhat long with a shock of bang that
often dropped down over his forehead which caused him to seem to always
be pushing it back out of the way. He wasn't strikingly cute or handsome,
at least not in the classic way that caused many people to drool or sigh.
But he was still a cute boy in my opinion, his overall looks causing him
to look a little like a waif and making him that much more endearing, at
least to me. And apparently to the numerous girls he would claim to have
had sex with although I never did see him in the company of a girl.

I'd had a bit of a crush on Steffin almost since the first time that I'd
seen him when I'd had rented the house next door to where he lived with
his great grandmother. He had been sitting idly on his front porch when
the realtor had first shown me the place, waving lazily at me when we
made eye contact. He was in the same place the day that I moved in and,
introducing himself with an easygoing and open demeanor, he'd offered to
help me haul my belongings, mostly books, into the older two bedroom
home.

"Man you sure must like to read AJ" he said as he picked up the third box
of books to my fourth box and we started back up the cracked sidewalk to
deposit them in the living room. On that trip he walked in front of me
providing me the opportunity to stare at his slender butt, all but ogling
the orbs that gyrated inside the multi colored flowered surf shorts as he
walked. I felt my cock stir at the sight and had to shove the sexual
thoughts to the back of my head lest a bulge in the front of my own
shorts give me away.

I had liked boys ever since I was one, which was more years ago than I
care to relate. I thought that boys were just about the most exciting
thing in the universe and my greatest fantasy had been to bed one. Don't
get me wrong, I had had sex with my share of boys. when I was a boy.  But
not as an adult. Maybe that was part of the attraction: remembering how
their smooth bodies felt under my hands, how intense the feelings were
for me when I was being sexual and assuming all boys felt the same way.
Maybe it was the innocence of us, the exploration of new and forbidden
territory, of trying new things and thinking how incredible each new
experience was.  I'd had a quiet and sporadic sex life as an adult and
always with guys who were legal but it wasn't the same. It was good, it
was fun, and sometimes even fantastic, but it just wasn't the same as
being with a boy or at least what I remembered it was like to be with a
boy.

Over the years I'd had the opportunity to be in the presence of teenage
boys in various stages of undress and even nakedness. This always took
place in an approved environment; the public swimming pool, the locker
rooms at the middle school where I worked as an English teacher and
sometimes subbed as a soccer coach or PE teacher, or the nude beaches of
Europe where I vacationed every few years. I'd even joined a nudist group
for a short time so all in all I got my boy fix in that manner. Obviously
it also provided me with a large number of visual memories for countless
masturbatory sessions during the times when I wasn't with a guy.

I didn't go to those places just because I liked boys however. I had been
a top swimmer and all around athlete all through my school years and even
considered a career as a coach or PE teacher for a time but I also had a
passion for literature and that eventually won out in terms of a life's
goal but I did minor in high school coaching. No, I went to those places
because I got pleasure from them for themselves. I had actually gotten
into the nudist thing because of a then boyfriend who had grown up in a
naturist family. I found that I enjoyed the freedom of being nude and
continued the practice after he and I went our separate ways.

Legalistically speaking, I'd always tended toward the straight and
narrow. I never had a moving violation in my life, always wore my
seatbelt, waited until I was twenty one before I ever had a drink and
never tried any drugs. So for me it was logical, once I turned eighteen,
not to have sex with minors and I never did. Well. Until Steffin that is.
He was the only minor boy I was ever with and even then he was within
breathing distance of being legal.

So, Steffin came into my life and from the very beginning, when I ogled
his slender little butt as he walked in front of me, I was taken with and
attracted to him. I don't mean that he occupied my every waking moment or
anything obsessive like that but he did figure largely in my jack off
sessions and in my life as well.

"Yes Steffin I do read a lot which I guess would be normal since I'm an
English teacher with an emphasis on literature," I told him that first
day. When he asked if I was going to be teaching school in Fairfield I
said that indeed I was. He allowed as how that was cool and maybe he
would be in one of my classes and I responded that it was quite possible.

The boy became a regular at my house over the summer, so much so that I
commented about his seeming lack of friends.

"I'd rather hang out with you AJ. Most of my friends want to hang out at
the mall or smoke cigarettes or do other stuff that they're not supposed
to do."

"Well I applaud you for trying to stay out of trouble Steff," I
responded, "but I would think there must be much more fun things to do
that hang out with an old fart like me." I never really cursed or used
much slang around kids so Steffin laughed at my comment, his voice almost
like a tinkling stream. The small sprouts of hair on his legs, as well as
the pronounced bounce in the front of the surf shorts that he wore
constantly, indicated that puberty was well on its way for the cute young
teen. It just hadn't informed his voice yet.

"You're not an old fart AJ besides even if you were you're a cool old
fart and I like kickin it with you." I smiled and thanked him and told
him I liked kickin it with him too." He rewarded me with a huge smile and
a slight giggle.

Like most boys in their early teens Steffin was preoccupied with sex and
like many boys he had numerous questions about it and once he felt
comfortable with me he didn't seem to hesitate to ask them or ask to look
at any one of the half dozen books I had on human or adolescent
development, sexuality, and other such titles. I'd been roped into
teaching a health class for a couple of years, hence the selection of
related books that I would never have acquired otherwise which is what
I'd explained to Steffin when he asked why I had them.

Often Steffin's questions would seem to come out of the blue. We were
sitting on my back patio sipping iced tea one evening after the sun had
gone down. The waning sunlight seemed to be a popular time for the boy to
ask delicate or embarrassing questions, although his inquiries weren't
limited to that time of day by any means.

"Is there a spot inside your butt that makes you cum better when you
touch it?" he asked. I explained the prostate gland, its use, and its
sensitivity during sexual arousal and yes, if rubbed when a man was
cumming or about to cum it made the orgasm much more intense. I explained
where the prostate was and that if he used his middle finger, or an
object, to rub the gland while he was jacking off he would find out for
himself what it was like. Steffin was sixteen at the time and reportedly
sexually active with girls so about a month after that discussion he
announced that he'd tried it, rubbing on his prostate while he was hard.
When I asked if he used his finger he said no, he made his girlfriend do
it, to put her finger in his ass while she jacked him off.

"You're right though AJ, it sure made my cum better and I shot clear to
my neck," he added with a proud smile.

We had covered erections and masturbation, or jacking off as Steffin's
always referred to it, fairly early in our relationship, the ongoing
discussions quite open and sometimes graphic, him offering information
about distance or amount of liquid or explaining a different technique
that he'd tried, as though he was the first boy to discover it. I was
quite honest with him when asked if I still jacked off and we both shared
information regarding frequency; mine being down to once, maybe,  twice a
week whereas his was sometimes twice or three times in one day. That
concerned him and when I explained that for a boy his age that was within
the normal range of experience, he relaxed visibly.

"Sometimes it seems like my dick is hard all the time AJ, ya know." He
pressed his hand to his groin as he made the statement, a movement that
he made often, sometimes even seeming to wrap his fingers around his cock
and sort of pull on it as though stretching it out.

What's normal and what's not was often an opening for a lengthier and
often detailed discussion that equally often segued into something else.
That lead in prompted a discussion of boys having sex with other boys;
sex generally meaning jacking off with other boys or maybe even a blow
job, When I explained teenage boy sex, its normalcy and the fact that it
was especially common between boys who were close friends, I also told
him that boys often went so far as to engage in sexual intercourse with
each other.

"You mean they fuck each other in the ass?" he asked with a rather
distasteful look on his cute smooth face. I smiled, nodded my head, and
said that was exactly what it meant and that it wasn't about being gay
either, that it was simply sexual experimentation among boys. He denied
having any kind of sexual contact with other boys but I had reason not to
believe that because later on he asked if meant anything if the boys
weren't best friends and they did sexy stuff. On another occasion sex
between boys became the topic of discussion and he asked if I'd ever done
that, had sex with a boy when I was his age. I feely admitted that I had,
and although I certainly didn't elaborate on the frequency of my
activity, I told him that I'd experimented with mutual jacking off as
well as oral sex. I wisely chose to avoid all of the things above and
beyond oral sex that I had enjoyed frequently as a boy and everything
sexual except jacking off as an adult.

During that discussion Steffin admitted he'd jacked off with other boys
but was quick to add that he had never touched or been touched by another
boy.

"What's it like getting your cock sucked," he asked after I'd admitted
engaging in that activity.

"It's great Steff," I told him. "In fact lots of men I know prefer it to
actual fucking because there's so much more manipulation on their cock
and they don't have to do anything but lay back and enjoy it. Besides, if
they're lucky, they can also get their balls played with at the same
time." He smiled at that and did the tug at his cock action, something he
didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable doing in my presence.

Steffin had gotten hard before during our conversations and the first
time I brought that topic up to him he was a little embarrassed by my
observation, or at least my commenting on it. I had gone so far as to
offer my bathroom for him to use if he needed to relieve himself but he
didn't go that far. Even though that reaction dwindled as he got older,
he sometimes let me know when he was aroused, even going so far as to
point it out to me, holding the fabric of the leg of whatever pant he was
wearing tight to his thigh and outlining what appeared to be a nice piece
of boy flesh.

Of course cock size came up in our discussions every so often and during
the first discussion when he was fourteen, Steffin revealed to me that he
thought he was six, maybe seven inches long but that he'd never measured
it. That part I didn't believe at all. Every boy measures, often on a
daily basis in early puberty. I admitted that I was around seven inches
long as well. Although he never told me that he was circumcised I knew
early on that, like me, Steffin was cut. There were times during the
summer that is was very apparent that the boy wasn't wearing underwear
under his omnipresent surf shorts and the outline of his boyhood charms
was clearly evident, the rim of his cock head creating a ridge in the
thin fabric.

Over the years Steffin had given me with plenty of opportunity to see
virtually every inch of his body. There were times after I told him that
I was gay I thought he might be purposely exposing himself to me, sort of
flirting in a fun way, but most of the time it was just the way he
dressed. He frequently went about my house with his board shorts or
athletic shorts as his only clothing. I discovered early on that he had a
nice chest; the crease of his breastbone and the normal crease beneath
them, giving his pecs a nice definition. His nipples were somewhat small
brownish nubs in the center of small equally brown aureoles. His belly
was one of those nice flat ones with a slight definition of abs and a
lower part that glided downward into his pubic bone in a gentle slope
that, with the creases of hips and pelvic bones, created the classic V.
Like his chest, there was no additional hair, even at seventeen when most
boys had what they called the "love trail" of hair from navel to pubic
thatch. Equally devoid of hair were his armpits, at least during that
first summer.

The surf shorts that Steffin seemed to favor generally hung low on his
narrow hips, giving up the waistband and a small amount of fabric of
whatever underwear he had on at the time. At other times, when he wasn't
wearing underwear, I could frequently get a glimpse of the top of the
crack of his butt and the rounded tops of his butt cheeks where they
pushed outward from the small of his back. Again, like his front, Steffin
was hairless in the back with no hint at all of the normal growth of hair
that takes place there. On many an occasion I envisioned myself looking
lovingly at his tight, rosy, puckered hole and imagined it to be totally
free of hair (an unlikely thing). I usually envisioned the imaginary
hairless hole just before I stuck my imaginary tongue against it and it
practically makes my cock hard just talking about rimming the cute young
teen.

There were a few times as well that I was presented with more that just a
hint of his boyhood pride and joy and other times that I was able to
admire the entire works. The summer after I'd met him, just before he
turned fifteen,was an extravaganza when we spent four days at a motel on
the beach. Steffin loved the water as much as I did but since the beach
was a hundred and seventy mile drive away, going on a daily basis was
impossible. I'd gotten to know his great grandmother quite well and she
fully approved of the positive influence that I seemed to have with
Steffin. Allowing him to spend time with me away from home wasn't a
problem in the least.

After our first day in the water we returned to the room to shower and
change out of wet clothes and I let Steffin use the shower first. The
shower, bathtub, and sink area wasn't sequestered by a door, only the
toilet was. When he came around the corner of the shower area Steffin had
his wet clothes in his hand and a bath towel around his waist which was
hanging so low that it gave off a slight fuzz shot, the very top line of
his pubic hair, which I observed was as black as the rest of his body
hair.

"What should I do with these," he asked, indicating the wet clothes. I
told him to drape them across the railing of our sixth floor balcony for
the time being. He walked past me to accomplish the chore and I got a
shot of about four inches of butt crack and a lot more butt than I'd ever
seen before and what a butt it appeared to be. My cock started a rapid
rise at the sight, causing me to hurry off to take my own shower and jack
off under the warm spray, blasting out a great deal of sperm to be washed
away down the drain. As my ejaculation slowed to a dribble I hoped that
somehow the boy might be willing to take a shower together before we left
to head back home and then I hoped that he wouldn't. I wasn't worried too
much about getting a hard on in front of him. My time in nudist groups
had given me plenty of practice at controlling the gallant reflex. No, it
was more about the whole legality thing. Little did I know how far I was
going to be willing to stretch that boundary.

When I returned to the bedroom proper Steffin was splayed out in an arm
chair watching the TV wearing only a pair of white cotton briefs. When he
stood up I could see that he filled them out quite nicely, the fresh
garment still retaining its tightness and clearly outlining his cock and
balls. Of course I glanced at him and the boy smiled.

"I hope it's okay if I don't get dressed all the way until we go for
dinner AJ," he said, "it's just more comfortable in underwear."

"I don't mind at all Steffin. If you weren't here I most likely wouldn't
wear anything at all." He smiled knowingly and admitted that sometimes
when he was home alone or in his room he went naked too, adding,

"You can be naked if you want AJ, it wouldn't bother me." I grabbed a
clean pair of boxer briefs from my opened suitcase and pulled them on up
under the somewhat skimpy hotel towel.

"I'm not to sure I'd want to parade around naked in front of you Steffin.
I mean, it would be one thing if we both weren't wearing clothes." I let
the statement hang and Steffin simply responded by saying that he
understood.

"Do you like those underwear AJ?" he asked nodding to my groin. "I've
thought about trying them out sometime but none of my friends wear em so
I haven't had a chance." I told him I did like them because they weren't
as tight as briefs and not as loose as boxers, which I sometimes wore as
well. He nodded in understanding then cupped his bulge and seemed to
arrange himself.

"I know. Sometimes these are sorta uncomfortable."

"Well you could try on a pair of mine if you wanted to but since my waist
is at least three inches bigger than yours Steffin, they'd probably hand
on you and not give you a good fit. Maybe we could just buy you a pair
and see how you like them." He agreed as how that would be cool.

After dinner we lounged around and watched TV in our underwear, no
shirts, and I got plenty of opportunity to see that the boy really did
have an awesome body, at least the kind that I like. The matching orbs of
his butt were a delight to watch as he walked and as he sat in the
armchair with his legs somewhat open I could see that not only were his
inner thighs totally smooth and hairless, there wasn't any fuzz sticking
out around the leg band at the front of his crotch. I was guessing that
Steffin's pubic patch was somewhat small and restricted to the base of
his boyhood pride and joy, the kind pubic nest that I loved. I also
envisioned that his balls, which appeared to be somewhat of a medium
size, were also smooth and hairless.

There was only a queen sized bed in the motel room despite my having had
requested two twins when I made the reservation. I wasn't the least
opposed to sleeping with Steffin but I also didn't want to promote it. In
any case the boy didn't seem to be bothered by it and in fact gave me a
tight hug before rolling over to his own side of the bed.

I woke in the middle of the night, Steffin's hand feeling and gently
squeezing my rock hard cock bringing me fully awake in an instant. I was
lying on my back, legs slightly spread with the arm closest to Steffin
lying on the bed, the other resting on my chest. I mumbled a little bit,
moved the hand on my chest up to scratch my face and when I let it drop
to my side I moved the other hand over until it touched against Steffin.
The whole time he left his hand on my cock but didn't move. I wrote his
behavior off to adolescent curiosity but by moving my hand next to him I
was giving him an opportunity to take things a step further. He did.

The had been on his side facing me but rolled to his belly and
effectively placing his fully engorged cock into my hand, which I gently
closed as though it were a reflexive action. I continued to feign sleep
while the boy gently pressed his cock against my hand as he went back to
feeling my cock. He stopped for a moment and rolled away, taking his hand
from my cock at the same time. When he rolled back he laid his fully
naked cock in my hand. I fucking near came right then and there as I
allowed my hand to close slightly against the stiff warm flesh.

Steffin went back to feeling me up while slowly and gently pushing his
cock against my hand and in effect fucking my semi closed fist. That only
lasted about a minute, maybe less when he stopped again and rolled away.
I felt him leave the bed and cracked my eyes open enough to see and
watched as he crossed the foot of the bed and headed up along my side on
his way to the bathroom. His underwear was still on but not all the way,
about two inches or so of hard boy cock sticking up and being held tight
against his flat belly by the waist band while about half his butt was
hanging out. I was pretty sure that he hadn't cum or I would have had his
sticky warm young sperm in my hand so I guessed that he was headed to the
privacy of the bathroom to complete that act. As soon as I heard the door
to the toilet close I quickly got out of bed and grabbed a dirty sock. I
dropped my underwear, pulled the sock down over my cock and proceeded to
jack off. Standing in the small area by the shower and sink and cupping
my balls while I relived the feel of Steffin's hard teenage cock in my
hand, I reached my peak in record time, my knees going weak with the
intensity of my sperming. As soon as it was over I nursed the shaft in
order to coax out the last remaining liquid then tossed the sock into the
pile of dirty clothes and was crawling back under the covers as I heard
the toilet flush.

I felt Steffin return to the bed and it seemed that his breathing was
still a little more rapid that it should have been but then mine would
have been too if I hadn't been working at controlling it in order to
appear to be asleep. The following morning neither of us said anything
that alluded in any way to the activities that had taken place other than
the "how did you sleep" question which was answered by "good".

Steffin must have felt that what had happened was a sort of permission
for him to be a little less vigilant in hiding his body from me. The next
day after his post swimming shower he hadn't hesitated to drop his towel
while I was still in the room. He was facing away from me however but I
still got a great shot of his butt and a small glimpse of the underside
of his balls as he was bent over slightly to step into fresh underwear.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way Steffin," I commented as he was
pulling the clothing up into place, "but you have a pretty cute butt."
And he did in fact have a very nice ass. Slender, with nicely rounded
orbs that wasn't a bubble butt and not a flat ass. Like everything else
about the teen, he was just right.

I could tell that he was reaching down the front of his pale blue briefs
to readjust himself as he looked back over his shoulder, first at his
butt then at me.

"Thanks AJ," he said before turning around to face me. "Is the front cute
too?" I was a little taken aback at that and if memory served me
correctly, it was the very first time that he had made any comment in
that vein.

"Well." I laughed, as I undid my own board shorts and slipped them down
and stepped out of them, then stood there in wet underwear that all but
showed off my stuff, "I haven't seen it in the flesh but it certainly
appears to be healthy enough." He smiled then told me that I looked
pretty healthy too. He crossed the room toward me, stopped in front of me
then reached out and touched the dark blonde trail of hair that ran
between my navel and pubic hair.

"How come I don't have hair there AJ?" he asked. I could feel my cock
stir and knew that it would only be moments before my dick gave me away.

"You probably will in time Steffin," I replied turning away from him and
taking the three steps to the shower where I opened the glass door and
got the water going. I looked over my shoulder to find him still standing
there, watching me, so there was little I could do but drop my drawers
and step into the shower, which I did.

"Nice butt," I heard him call out as I stepped in. I leaded my head back
out, said thanks and closed the opaque glass door. I was hard as a rock
by then and since the glass door wasn't totally clear I figured I had
some privacy so quickly grasped onto my cock and stroked it, cumming for
the third time in twenty four hours. It had been a very long time since
that had happened. It would be another year of so before I found out that
Steffin had been watching me and even though he couldn't fully see what I
was doing, he knew that I was jacking off in the shower.

The next day and following night were pretty uneventful, as least as far
as I was conscious of. If Steffin played with me in the dark of night
then I was totally oblivious to it. Our last day was much of the same; it
was only our last night that things changed. Steffin took his bedtime
shower first and when he came out he stood next to his travel bag and
dropped his towel and went about making sure his crotch was dry. He was
standing with his back to me while I was seated in an arm chair in main
part of the bedroom. When he was finished he dropped the towel to the
floor and pulled a clean pair of underwear from his bag. He looked back
over his shoulder, saw that I was watching him and wiggled his little
butt seductively, a huge smile over his cute face.

"Is my butt still cute AJ?" he asked.

"Indeed it is Steffin, gets cuter by the day."

"I didn't know you were watchin it that close," he retorted. I didn't
have a rebuttal, as it were, so just shook my head and laughed as I stood
up and headed toward the shower. I was only wearing my underwear and as I
passed him Steffin swatted me on the butt then ran and jumped into the
bed before I could respond.

"Gotcha," he called from under the covers. I dropped my underwear and
wiggled my own butt back at him eliciting a,

"Woo hoo."  I took my shower, got into fresh underwear much in the same
manner that Steffin had, dropped my towel with my back to the bed where
he lay watching me, and stepped into them. I shut the light off and
padded over the bed in the dark and slid in under the covers. We made
small talk in the almost totally dark room, ruminating over the past
three days. As the conversation slowed Steffin rolled over on his side to
face me.

"It's been really great AJ. I never get to come to the beach. I guess I
never really get to go anywhere so I really appreciate it. He moved in
close for a hug so I turned slightly to reciprocate. He slipped his arms
around my neck and snuggled in and I felt his cock against my lower
belly, just above the waist band of my underwear.

"You're not wearing underwear Steffin," I pointed out. Indeed, he was
holding me quite tightly and, although he wasn't exactly pressing his
groin into me, I could very easily tell that his soft cock was pushed
against me. My own cock started its inevitable rise immediately.

"I hope it's okay AJ but last night was warm and if I was at home I would
be sleeping naked and I know that you sleep naked most of the time cause
you told me so I figured that you wouldn't mind if did." His words came
out in a rush and he loosened his grip on me and moved back a little bit.
My mind was racing, along with my heart while my cock was filling rapidly
with blood and beginning to strain against the thin fabric of my boxer
briefs.

"I understand Steffin, its okay and you're right it has been rather
warm." I heard his sight of relief and he hugged back up against me, his
teenage cock once again pushed into my belly.

"You can take your underwear off if you want AJ," he said into my chest,
"I wouldn't mind." I wanted very much to take my briefs off, to be naked
and to hold this wonderful warm specimen of naked boyhood in my arms. I
wanted it more than anything in the world but I was scared. I was scared
at what he would think about me being hard as marble. I was more scared
that he might respond positively to it and want to do something about it
than I was that he would treat my arousal negatively. I didn't say
anything for a little bit so Steffin asked if I could scratch his back
for him. Thinking that might be a distraction for him but without further
thinking I said I would and rolled more onto my side in order to
effectively reach all over his back.

"Oh man AJ you got a boner dontcha, that's why you want to keep your
underwear on?" In rolling over I inadvertently pushed my groin against
Steffin's thigh and he would have had to be sound asleep not to notice
the distinctive feel of my rigid flesh against him. I mumbled a yes and
got down to the business of scratching his back, my nails working lightly
over skin. I worked from side to side first, going from his neck all the
way down until I felt the rise of butt and when I finished that I started
at the top again and scratched up and down, doing the top half first then
the bottom half. The boy was all but purring in seconds and I had hoped
that the distraction would continue but as I did the bottom half, I let
my hand move farther up the rounded globes of his butt, my fingers
touching the beginning of his crack. And then I felt his cock begin to
move between us. Steffin was getting hard and by the time I had finished
his young dick was at full stand, Steffin having moved his belly and
groin back away from me in order to let the thing spring up then moved
back in close so that it was trapped between our bellies.

"Oh man AJ that felt so good," he whispered, his voice seeming to be a
little huskier. I'd left my hand draped over his side and started gently
rubbing it, not wanting to break contact. This is what I remembered from
my youth, the soft warmth of a boy's skin against mine, our ever hard
young cocks pressed against each other's body except that mine was still
trapped inside my underwear, a fact that Steffin was acutely aware of.

"Gosh AJ I can feel the wetness from your precum," he whispered, "your
underwear are gonna be soaked if you don't take em off." He let go of me
and rolled away. "Go ahead, take your underwear off AJ." I rolled to my
back, raised my ass and slipped my brief's down then tossed them on the
floor and rolled back to my side. Steffin was back into my arms in a
flash and making no bones about making sure that our groins were pressing
against each other. His move necessitated my doing something with my free
arm so I returned it to his back and resumed rubbing it. I gave myself
over to the moment, not worrying about what might or might not happen,
reveling in the feeling of holding him and being held.

When my hand made its fourth trip downward I allowed it to stray up onto
Steffin's butt where I gently kneaded the flesh before moving back
upward. Steffin groaned softly in pleasure and pressed his groin into
mine even harder then started a very slow sort of humping movement.

"Your dick is so hard against mine," he whispered into my chest. He then
moved back slightly and pushed his hand down between us and grasped onto
my cock and gently squeezed up and down its length. "Gosh your cock is so
thick AJ," he added. More than ten seconds of that I would cum like a
water hose and much as I loved having him touch me I couldn't continue.

"I don't think that's a great idea Steff," I said softly.

"Why not AJ, you can touch mine if you want to." I gently pulled away
from him and he let go of me.

"Why not AJ, Doesn't it feel good having me touch you?"

"Oh yeah Steffin, it feels great but it's not okay really. I mean we
probably shouldn't even be lying here in bed holding each other,
especially being naked and, well, hard." Of course he wanted to know why.
We were still very close to each other and even in the small amount of
light I could see the confusion in his large dark eyes. We were there, we
were naked, we were both as hard as guys could get and both loved the
feel of what was going on. What more was necessary? He didn't any of that
of course but it was there, in his eyes.

"Because you're a minor Steffin and I'm an adult. You're fourteen and I'm
forty one. It's very illegal for me to have any sexual contact with you
even though I would like it as much as you would."

"I would never tell anyone AJ, not ever. And it's not like you're taking
advantage of me or anything. Gosh it's more like I'm taking advantage of
you." Ahh the innocence and simplicity of youth.

"I have no doubt that you would never say anything Steffin and you're not
taking advantage of me but that isn't the point. It's still against the
law and part of how I live my life is obeying the law. I think it's
obvious that I like you a whole lot Steffin and I think my body is
telling us both how I feel about lying here and holding you, feeling the
warmth of your skin. It really is way cool but it's still against the law
to be sexual, and being like this with you is sexual, so I feel like I'm
sorta going against my own beliefs just by doing that. Touching each
other's cock is well, beyond what I feel like I can do. I hope you can
understand that Steffin cuz like I said, I really do like you a lot and
love hanging out with you and doing things together."

He put his hand on my hip and smiled. "I understand AJ, honest, I do.
Will you still hold me though?" I nodded my head and he snuggled back up
to me, his hand on my butt and pulling me a little tighter to him.
Neither of our cocks had lost one iota of hardness and were pressed side
by side into both of our bellies. I went back to rubbing his back and not
shying away from his butt but moving with ease right down on to his
fleshy cheeks. Goddamn it felt so good holding him like that and not for
the first time did I wish that I wasn't so fucking law abiding. I wanted
to roll him over and devour his hard young cock, taking his rigid shaft
all the way down to its root until his pubic hair poked my nose. I wanted
to cup and fondle his balls, feel the smoothness of the sac in my hand. I
wanted to taste his teenage sperm, feel his cock swell in my mouth as his
warm sticky cum blasted against the back of my mouth, knowing how it
would feel for the young boy, getting his cock sucked while he came.
Steffin's voice broke my reverie.

"Oh man I need to cum so bad. Could we jack off together AJ? I don't mean
touching each other or anything, we could each do our own self but can
we? That wouldn't be the same as having sex, if we didn't touch each
other." Yeah, and Clinton didn't have sex either. I knew full well how
such a scenario would play out in a court of law. While it wouldn't be
exactly like having sex it was still against the law. On the other hand,
so to speak, I felt like it was a passable compromise .

"I guess that might be okay Steffin," I said. What the hell, I was hard
as stone, leaking like a sieve and my own balls would begin to ache if I
didn't relieve the pressure and get my cock back to its default state. I
didn't think that excusing myself to go to the bathroom while Steffin was
accomplishing his deed in the bedroom was exactly good exercising social
skills either. Besides, I was dying to see his fully naked body, to see
his cock and balls and to form a picture in my brain for even better jack
of fantasies later on, although our time together had already given me
plenty of fodder for that.

We rolled away from each other, shoving the bed sheet down in the
process, then unashamedly looked at each other's stuff. The room was
mostly darkened so the view wasn't all that great.

"Wait a sec," Steffin said and rolled off the bed and went over to the
shower slash sink area. He turned on the light, giving us a soft glow to
be able to see each other better without it being intrusive. He came back
toward the bed and I felt my heart leap at the sight of him. His body was
so hot looking to me; flat in all the right places, that classic V of his
pelvic area ending in a small bush of black hair at the base of his cock
which was standing at a full six and a half plus inches of attention. The
boy was beautiful and once again I regretted my law abiding nature. I
wanted to gobble him up.

"That's much better dontcha think AJ?" he said as he laid back down. He
didn't take hold of himself right away but was looking at me or, more
specifically, my cock. "Jeez AJ you're pretty big," he said, adding, "and
your balls are much bigger than mine." They really weren't but maybe it
was because he was a boy and just lacked the experience of actually
scoping out other guys nuts. My cock however tended toward thickness, the
head large enough soft but when swollen, as it was then, probably seemed
bigger than it was. I looked Steffin over as well and if I hadn't been in
love with him before I sure was then. He was everything I'd ever dreamed
of, mostly smooth, slender, and flat. I wanted so much to suckle him but
I just wasn't going to let myself go there.

"You've got a terrific body too Steff. Your cock is beautiful, a perfect
size and your balls are so smooth. Seriously, if you were older I'd be
very tempted to do more than just jack off."

"Really AJ? You really mean that?" I nodded my head and took hold of my
cock and began to slowly stroke it which prompted Steffin to do the same.
We both began making a slow love to our selves and because Steffin was
left hand and I'm right, we were both afforded a good view of the other
and I noticed that the young teen was taking full advantage of that, not
that I would have mattered because we were so close to each other that we
were all but touching. I took note of the fact that his balls were
totally smooth except at the very top where they began their hang from
the base of his cock. I reveled in the sight of the eggs as they moved up
and down in their smooth sac in tandem with Steffin's stroking.

While I used the full grip stroking motion Steffin used his thumb and two
fingers and stayed mostly at the top of his shaft just under the head. It
was clear to both of us that the other was in an elevated state, both
cock heads leaking out precum. Being a young teen it didn't take long for
Steffin to reach a climax. One hand went reflexively to his totally
smooth balls and tugged gently on the eggs while the other hand picked up
speed.

"Oh god oh god AJ I'm gonna cum," he groaned. He raised his head to look
down, as most guys to, to watch Mother Nature's eruption. All of a sudden
his butt lifted off the bed, he changed the angle of his cock and he
came. The first small squirt shot out fairly quickly but didn't go far,
landing just about his flat belly button. The second one however blasted
clear up his head and would have hit his neck if his head hadn't been
tilted so far forward. As it was he got hit on the tip of his narrow chin
and the glob hung there as his cock continued to erupt in six more
equally powerful squirts, his taut belly constricting visibly with each
squirt. He finally slowed his stroke and his cock slowed down to a
dribble, white goo oozing out over the head to run down across his thumb
and into his pubic hair. The glob hanging from his chin finally stretched
out and touched his chest, joining the rest of his sperm which was
splattered in streaks all over his torso. His hand left his balls and
cleaned the dripping sperm from his chin and wiped it onto a clear spot
on his belly. The whole thing took about thirty seconds and was possibly
the hottest thing I'd seen in years and I do mean years. I had continued
to jack my own cock and watching Steffin experience his sperming took me
to the edge. His body had no sooner relaxed onto the bed when I announced
my own cumming.

"I'm there Steffin, I'm gonna cum, oh god, oooohhh." was about all I got
out before my cock issued forth its own sallying rounds of white goo. My
free hand went to a nipple as my butt rose slightly and I came, the first
shot not dicking around with a little plop but going clear up over my
shoulder and hitting the pillow under my head. I heard Steffin gasp as my
cock continued to blast out jet after jet, eight more in all, of sperm
that, like the boy next to me, literally creamed up my entire chest and
belly.

"Shit AJ that was awesome," Steffin said, clearly impressed by the show.
"Man I never seen anything like that you shot clear over your shoulder
and man look at all that cum." His words poured out, much like his sperm
had and I had to admit that I didn't generally shoot that far or make
that much liquid but apparently the entire experience had more of an
effect on me that I'd thought.

I relaxed back onto the bed and continued to nurse my cock, milking every
last drop. Steffin lay beside me, no longer stroking actually but playing
with his balls, rubbing his cock, and generally just keeping his hand
occupied while I lay there panting and willing my breathing to return to
normal.

"That was totally awesomely cool AJ," the boy said quietly, "I'm serious.
We lay there quietly a while longer before Steffin finally said that he
was going to clean up. I said that I needed to take a shower then he
piped up with,

"That's probably a better idea I'm pretty messy too. Hey, why don't we
take it at the same time." I raised an eyebrow and he added, "it wouldn't
be like having sex and we've already seen each other naked. Come on AJ,
it'll be fun, I'll wash your back for you and you can do mine." I didn't
sense that he was being relentless but just sort of practical, in a way.

"Okay," I replied and rolled off the bed. As soon as I stood my cum,
which had slowly begun inching its way toward my ribs, changed direction
and headed downward toward my pubic hair. Steffin was already headed for
the shower and I got to watch his butt move, this time without clothes
and I'm telling you it was the cutest damned butt I'd ever seen, at least
since I was a boy admiring other boy's cute butts. Those globes moved so
gently and his crack, dusky in the very center, hid charms that my tongue
was dying to explore. My cock, which had started to lose its rigidity,
started to get it back and I had to force myself to think of other
things.

Once Steffin got the water where he wanted it we got in and rinsed off
then soaped, each soaping the other's back. Steffin washed my back first,
massaging my shoulders a little after he got me all lathered and I must
say it felt pretty good. I was a little disconcerted when he moved down
onto my butt then slipped some fingers up inside my crack almost to my
asshole.

"Sorry AJ," he said with a giggle and when I turned around he was smiling
sheepishly. I washed his back for him, avoiding his butt entirely and I
don't mind telling you it was a difficult choice on my part. After we
dried and got back into bed, still naked, Steffin cuddled back up to me,
his head on my shoulder. We lay there quietly for a little bit, our
breathing slowing down in preparation for sleep.

"AJ," he asked quietly.

"Mmmm." I responded.

"I really appreciate this weekend and what we did tonight. You don't know
how much it means to me." He moved then, raising up on and elbow and
kissed me on the lips. Not a quick peck and not a longer kiss with hidden
meaning of things to come but certainly more than a three count.  He
didn't say a word but just laid his head back on my shoulder and was
sound asleep in about two minutes leaving me to continue to wonder what
that was all about.

The next morning Steffin wandered about naked, his soft cock swaying as
he walked or lying in repose across an upper thigh when he was lying on
the bed or on top of his balls if he were sitting in an armchair. The boy
seemed to have a total lack of self-consciousness about his body, the
activity of the night before seeming to have given him permission to toss
modesty out the door. And I didn't mind at all. I enjoyed looking at him
and it seemed as though he liked looking at me as well.

"You got a nice body AJ, ya know that? For an old guy I mean," He added
with a smile. I was standing in my underwear folding clothes and getting
things packed up to go. I reflected on that statement, looking in the
mirror, and admitted to myself that at forty one I was in pretty good
shape. I still wore a thirty three to thirty four inch pant and my five
foot nine hundred and seventy one pound frame was flat. While not exactly
gym toned, my chest and abs were defined well enough,  My dark blonde
hair was still as thick and retained the same amount of very slight curl
that it had when I was Steffin's age. I shaved every day although I could
go for a day or so and it wouldn't look bad, had sort of a rough boy look
to it and I was told by girls mostly that my baby blue eyes were very
attractive. I guess that overall, I wasn't to bad for an "old guy."

"Thanks Steff," I told him.