Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2009 06:47:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Encounters With Boys II

Another set of vignettes, although there are fewer encounters, they are
longer...I think.


Blaine

This story was prompted by the boy I describe the first, and only time I
ever saw him. He really did cross a street in front of me. After that, it's
all fiction.


The kid had to be gay; the pants, if they could be called that, were a dead
giveaway. Probably cotton and not spandex they clung to his thin body like
spandex and were a black checkered pattern on a dingy looking grayish
background. They sort of reminded me of something you might see on a joker.

Walking toward me as I sat waiting in a left turn lane I assumed he was
coming home from school, the clue being that there were another dozen or so
middle school aged kids at various spots on the sidewalks on both sides of
the street and there was a middle school about four blocks further up the
street. The backpack strapped to his shoulders was another clue. I felt
like a real Sherlock Holmes.

He was crossing the side street where I was turning and as I started the
turn I had to wait in the oncoming traffic lane for him to pass. He looked
up, made eye contact with me and smiled so I nodded my head at him, polite
bastard that I was. When he passed the halfway mark I continued my turn,
glancing at his retreating figure. Christ the pants hugged his body like a
layer of skin, revealing every crease and every muscle the boy had. The
shirt he was wearing only reached about halfway down his butt so I could
almost make out the crack of his slender ass. I wondered what the front
looked like. As I passed by him the boy turned his head in my direction and
smiled again. He was a cutie, that's for sure.

I drove around the back of the little shopping center I'd turned in to with
the intention of coming back up the front from the far end, wanting to
avoid all the traffic but a semi blocked me for three or four minutes while
it unloaded it's stuff. Around front, I had business to do in a couple of
the stores so parked my car about midway between where I was going to and
away from where anyone else might park. I'd gotten my share of dings from
inconsiderate assholes on many occasions so I was protective of my newest
acquisition.

About a month before, I'd gotten a new Challenger SRT8. Painted a black
pearl with polished custom rims it looked mean and sounded mean. Fuck, it
was mean. Powered by a 425 hp Hemi with a 6 speed pistol grip stick, the
thing could practically burn the rear tires down to the lug nuts. The car
definitely got more than just glances from most people.

I got out, locked it with the remote and headed across the parking lot to
my first destination and about half way there saw the boy headed down the
sidewalk in my direction. As we got closer he looked up and straight at me
and even from 20 feet away I could see the expression on his face he was
asking himself where he knew me from. My wish came true when I saw him turn
into the store where I was headed and almost on his tail I was admiring his
butt again when he suddenly turned and ran right into me. As if that
weren't enough my arms had been at my side while one of his hands was a
little higher so that when he ran into me each of us had a hand level with
the other's crotch. While it might have looked to the casual observer like
two guys doing the shoulder to shoulder hug that seems to be popular with
guys these days, I assure you it was more than that.

I reacted instantly and turned my hand palm up in order to he cushion the
crash and found that hand cupping the soft flesh of the boy's balls while
my fingers splayed around his cock. The boy's hand was in a similar
position and did the same to me and since I was wearing sweat pants, he too
found his hand full of my stuff. We stayed like for a three count before
both realizing just what we were doing. The boy was the first to move,
pulling his hand back.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I didn't know that you were behind me," he said
in a voice that, while somewhat high, sounded sincere. I looked downward
into dove gray eyes which were close to being covered by his yellow golden
hair, the kind you get from not leaving bleach on a little longer. His face
was totally smooth, his cheekbones a little high and pointed, his lips a
soft red and perfectly formed.

I smiled back at him and in a whisper said, "It was my pleasure." The boy
blushed.

"I didn't mean to...you know," he stammered as he looked down at my crotch.

"Hey, it's okay. Like I said, it was my pleasure." I stepped aside to allow
him to pass and as he did he pulled a cell phone from the pocket of his
pants. I watched him step away from me as he answered his phone and once
again admired his butt. He turned as he was talking and caught me looking
at him and smiled at me again.

As I walked through the store I reflected on the boy; his perfect height-a
few inches short of my own 5'7, how his boy stuff felt in my hand, nice but
not huge by any means, and his holding my stuff, an automatic reflexive
action. I hoped I'd see more of him and five minutes later I did. We were
on opposite sides of a tall shelve unit. I was bent over, looking at some
things and on the other side I saw the boy stop, pause for a moment then
reach up to get something off of the top shelf. I was barely two feet from
where he was and looking at a couple of inches of flat, taut white belly as
well as the front of his crotch. If the kid was wearing underwear I
couldn't tell because his balls were clearly defined along with the tube of
his cock which included the ridge of the head and I could even tell where
the patch of hair at its base. Overall it was a nice looking set of boy
stuff which made it a magnificent sight.

I heard him mumble the word "shit" and watched him stretch a little
further. I stood up quickly and hurried around to the other side where I
saw him struggling to get a box off of the top shelf. His backpack was on
the floor and he was turned slightly so that he didn't see me approach. I
came right up behind him, rested a hand on his hip and reached up all the
while saying "let me help you." My body was flush against his and my hand
grazed his as I reached beyond it and took hold of the box. I purposely
fumbled it a little bit to prolong contact with the boy who didn't move at
all. I felt my dick press into his back as I grasped onto the box and
continued to hold myself against him as I lowered myself back flat on my
feet then stepped away.

"Thank you," he responded, adding "I wish I were taller sometimes." I
responded by tell him that one day he would but for now he was perfect. A
slight blush appeared on his smooth pale face. Looking for something to say
he said, "This makes twice we've run into each other today." I corrected
him and his eyebrows furrowed then I saw a light bulb go off behind his
baby blues.

"The Challenger; that was you in that hot looking Challenger."

"Bingo," I responded.

"I love your car, it's totally awesome," he said with plenty of excitement
in a somewhat high pitched voice. He went on to say that he had an uncle
who owned a completely stock '70 Challenger and riding in the car was a
blast.

"Well then, how would you like a ride in mine?" First he grinned then
frowned and said that he'd love to but that he had to go over to the
hardware store to get a couple of things.

"That's where I was headed next so how about if we go together then maybe I
can give you a lift home." The boy pondered that for a moment then nodded
his head and gave me an okay adding,

"My name's Blaine," as he extended his hand. I took it and we shook; his
grip a little on the soft side, and told him my name was Kent. I commented
that his hand seemed a little chilled and he said "Cold hand warm heart." I
responded with,

 "I'll bet" and got another smile and light blushing. At the checkout I let
him go first, admiring his slim little butt as he moved in front of
me. After I was finished we left and headed for ACE hardware two doors
down.

"What are we looking for," I asked once we were inside.

"I need a long screw," he said then realized how that must have sounded. He
looked at me, again blushing. Of course I had a raised eyebrow. "Oh gosh,"
he said, "that didn't come out right."

Not being the kind of guy to pass up an opportunity I said, with a smile.

"Either way I can help you with that," I replied. I swear the boy blushed
even more and, not quite under his breath, he said,

"I'm sure you can." We found our way to the aisle we needed and when I
asked him how long a screw he wanted he just rolled his large gray eyes but
the small upward curve at the corners of his mouth let me know he was
amused, not disgusted.

"Seriously," I asked him, "what size, how long, what type of head do you
want?"  He actually snickered at that but said about 2 ½ inches, straight
head. We found what he needed and went to the checkout where, once again, I
watched his butt and then his body in front of me. When he was done he
stepped past the checkout counter and waited for me. While the clerk was
fiddling around I glance over at him and saw that his eyes were focused on
the front of my sweats. Since I was wearing a t-shirt and since it came to
just below the waistband of my sweats, the bulge of my stuff was fairly
open to public viewing. Caught in the act he jerked his head up and again,
he blushed. I was beginning to think that I had a player on my hands.

My purchase was finally done and we both headed out the door and since he
was still in front of me I continued to watch his narrow butt and I swear I
could damn near make out the crack. Outside I stepped along side of him as
we headed toward my car and Blaine told me about his uncle's car. I liked
the sound of his voice, the still somewhat high tones of a boy working
toward being a young man.

The three mile ride to Blaine's house was over almost before it had begun
and I couldn't exactly run the car through its paces. While the area we
were in was quasi country and houses sat on property that anywhere from ¾
acre lots to 5 acres the speed limit was still 35. I did open it up after
taking off from a 4 way stop and Blaine giggled with glee. Blaine directed
me to pull into a driveway whose house was shielded from the road by a tall
overgrown hedge. The house was set back from the road by a good hundred
feet and the boy directed me to pull up at the back in front of a two car
garage. As he started to get out then asked if I might be able to help him
with what he needed to do. Since I had nothing else pressing me for time I
shut the car off and got out.

I followed Blaine to the house or, more appropriately, a part of the house
that looked like it had been added on after the house and garage had been
built. It looked at though the garage had been separate from the house and
a connecting segment had been added so the inhabitants didn't have to brave
the elements when going to and from one part to the other. Inside I
discovered that the area was used as a laundry slash mud room with an open
doorway going into the house and a closed door going into the garage.  He
dropped his backpack then headed to the garage. Seemed like I found myself
behind the kid frequently that afternoon, not that I was complaining at
all.

As we entered the garage I was facing 2 bays, the closest one empty and the
second one occupied by a Jeep Wrangler whose paint didn't appear to be
stock and whose rims definitely weren't. At the front of the bays, along
the left wall, the interior expanded into an open area half again as deep
as the car bays that was used for storage as well for working. I commented
on the Jeep and Blaine told me it was his dad's who was currently on duty
in Iraq.

Blaine led me to the shelving unit that he was trying to repair. He seemed
to have trouble getting the first screw to go it and asked for help. I
moved behind him then reached around him and took his hand to sort of show
him how to hold the screw by holding it in his hand and wrapping his
fingers around it.

"I get it," he said, "sort of like..." and he stopped and sort of looked
over his shoulder at me. Since I was literally pressed up against him I
moved my head to one side. I asked what, he paused and shook his head but I
said,

"Really Blaine, what were you going to say?" I saw him blush slightly, he
had to be the most blushing boy I'd ever met, then he said,

"Like my dick." I smiled at him and said

"Exactly what I was thinking." The boy smiled back at me and I swear to God
he gently pushed his body against mine. My cock was already pressed against
the upper part of his butt and his pushing into me only reinforced my
presence; to both of us. Between the two of us we got the screw in and he
moved to the next one. I wasn't inclined to move and apparently Blaine
wasn't too inclined to have me move. Once that was done he wanted to get a
can of stain down from a shelf above us. When I saw the condition of the
ladder that he was going to use I asked if there were some other way for
him to get at it.

"Maybe you could lift me up." I nodded my head then crouched down in front
of him almost face to face with his crotch. I could have leaned forward
slightly and place my mouth over the tube of his cock but instead I wrapped
my arms around him, one just under his butt and the other one across it. As
I lifted him his body pressed into mine and I became acutely aware of his
boy stuff pressed against my chest.

"Okay," he said and I let him down. He placed the can on the narrow
workbench. "Can you lift me up again Kent, I need to get the brush and can
of thinner." I crouched down again and was face to face with his crotch and
it appeared as though the boy was getting hard, that thought being verified
when I held him against me the second time. The pressure against my chest
was not soft and pliable as before. After a moment of wiggling around which
necessitated his pressing his cock against me even harder he told me to let
him down slowly. It was then that the accident happened.

He told me later that the open 3 lb coffee can had slipped from his
grasp. All I knew was that all of a sudden my clothes were being soaked by
paint thinner and Blaine cried out.

"My eyes, I got it in my eyes." I set him down quickly, saw his eyes
squinted shut and a hand quickly headed to rub them but I stopped him
telling him not to rub. The fronts of both of us were soaked.

"Need to get under a shower," I told him and took his hand and led him
toward the house. He told me there was a shower in the laundry and it was
there that I led him. In the bathroom I sat him on the toilet and started
the water.

"We both need to get out of these clothes Blaine," I told him and he nodded
his head. Christ how would I explain that to his mother if she happened to
come home. I quickly kicked off my shoes as I pulled my shirt off while
Blaine pulled his shirt up over his head.

"Shit, when is your mother coming home," I asked as I tugged my sweats and
briefs down.

"Not till after eight," he said. He started to stand up but wobbled so I
had him hold onto the edge of the sink and squatted down in front of him. I
quickly tugged down his pants and was face to face with his naked
boyhood. No wonder I could see his stuff through the cloth, I thought to
myself. The kid wasn't wearing underwear and I quickly took in the entire
sight as I worked the legs of the tight fitting clothing over one foot and
then the other.

The boy was respectable enough, his still half hard cock stretching out to
a good five and half to six inches. His medium sized balls hung gently
between smooth thighs, the sac being equally smooth and void of any
hair. The hair that he did have was a small patch confined to the base of
his circumcised cock. Much as I wanted to stay and stare I quickly stood
up, adjusted the water and took him by the hand into the shower. I held
onto his shoulders and allowed him to get under the spray however he needed
to and when he raised his head and arm to the spray I moved up behind him
and put my arms around his chest to hold him so he didn't fall. My softened
cock rested at the top of his crack, my pubic hair touching his smooth pale
flesh as well.

Blaine continued to run water on his face for bit then finally lowered it
and when he did I sort of backed off a little but continued to support
him. He started to turn around so I moved my other hand to his shoulder and
helped to guide the boy, his eyes were still closed. I glanced down and saw
that his cock had returned to a full default state, it' head pointed to the
floor of the shower stall.

"It still hurts just a little bit Kent," he said.

"Okay, well I guess there's no hurry except that I want to wash the paint
thinner from my skin. You should too Blaine," I added. He nodded his head
so I grabbed the soap and, without asking him, began to wash his chest and
belly. He didn't say anything but stood and let me clean him. Needless to
say I continued south, soaping his small patch of fuzz then continued down
along the crease, putting my fingers between his inner thigh and his soft
balls. Again, the boy didn't say a word but I saw his cock start to rise
again. I washed the other side then took the plunge and washed down over
his cock and kept going, turning my hand over and coming up under his
balls. I moved gently, raising his hairless sac up until it could go nor
further then gently letting it down and grasping onto his hardening cock, I
soaped it as well. The boy groaned at my ministrations.

"That feels really good Kent," he whispered so I kept it up, continuing to
fondle boy's balls and his cock. He reached full on hard in record time,
his young cock standing proud and tall in front of his flat tummy. I gently
turned him around and began running my hands over his chest and belly to
help rinse him off. Blaine leaned back against me as I worked on him and
when I cupped my hand under his nuts to scoop water up to rinse him, the
boy actually thrust his narrow hips forward.

I scooped the water with about as much force as I would have had it been my
own balls I was rinsing and as I worked on him I had to move my hips back
to allow my own hardening cock to rise up. When it sprung to full stand I
moved my hips forward so that it pressed against the young teen's butt and
lower back and I heard the boy gasp slightly as seven plus inches of hard
man cock pressed against his body.

When I was done I stepped away from him and Blaine turned around, his eyes
opened, and looked down at my crotch. "Gosh you're big," he commented as
his hand went to his own cock and squeezed it a couple of times. "Want me
to wash you Kent?" he asked. I nodded my head. He took the soap from the
dish, lathered his hands then went to work on me, starting at the top and
working his way down. The look on his face was one of seriousness as he
moved south and then finally reached my crotch. He re-lathered his hands
and began to gently soap my cock with one hand and my heavy nuts with the
other. I sighed and closed my eyes as the boy explored my stuff under the
guise of washing me off.

When he was finished he turned me around and rinsed me in the same manner
that I had done to him, pressing his rock hard boy boner into the crack of
my ass. I wondered briefly if he would be as interested in fucking me as I
was in fucking him. When he was done he stepped back then took the soap
again and proceeded to reach behind himself and wash his asshole. He handed
me the soap and watched as I repeated the action on my own ass then rinsed
off and traded places with him.

We finally shut the water off and stepped out into the mud room. It was
fucking cold and we both shivered as he grabbed a couple of towels from a
cupboard and we both quickly dried off.

"I'll put the clothes in the washer," he said, "then maybe we can go to my
bed to warm up." It seemed like a good plan to me. He finished the task,
tossing both towels in along with our clothes then said to follow him. I
did, admiring his butt as we walked into the kitchen, then the dining room
where he hit the thermostat for the furnace, then into a hallway and
finally his bedroom. He went straight to his bed and climbed in and I
followed him. As soon as I was in he pulled the covers over us both then
snuggled up to me. "This will help us warm up," he said by way of
explanation, as though I needed one.

We hugged and held each other, our hard cocks pressed into our bellies. I
rubbed his back vigorously to help speed up circulation and didn't bother
to avoid his tight little butt. Blaine did the same to me only seemed to
knead at my butt a little more than rub. After a minute or two we both just
sort of stopped rubbing each other.

"Now what?" I asked, looking into his soft gray eyes.

"Oh, I don't know," he said while at the same time his hand snaked between
us and took hold of my cock and squeezed it gently.

"Looks like you DO know," I responded with a smile.

"Well," he said slowly, "I kinda do. I mean, I've never done anything with
anyone before so it's all knew to me." The look I gave him was one of
disbelief and he knew it.

"Really, I'm serious. I've wanted to, and I've thought about it and, you
know, jacked off thinking about it. I suppose I could have done stuff with
boys my age but that can be dangerous. I don't want to be labeled at school
as a fag."

"Why me, why now?" I asked and I swear; the boy blushed. He stammered a
little, didn't look me in the eye for a second or two then faced me and
said,

"Well, I've seen you around a couple of times. I've seen you looking at
other boys when they go past and I saw how you were looking at me, at my
butt today. Then after we touched each other, you know, in the doorway at
the dollar store and then you sort of pressed your cock into my back when
you got that box down for me, I made up my mind to try and see if you'd,
like, do something with me." I was curious about where Blaine had seen me
but it wasn't important. We were naked, in his bed, and he still had my
cock in his hand. I decided that turn about was fair play and reached down
and took hold of his rampant dick. The cute young teen sighed and closed
his eyes as if savoring the feelings.

"Okay," I said as I stroked his cock, "Soooo what do you want to do?" He
pondered that as though I were a genie and he only had one wish and wanted
to make it a good one.

"I'd like to try and suck your dick." I nodded my head then suggested,

"Since you haven't ever done it before how about if I suck you first?" He
smiled and nodded his head and said okay. I gently pushed him onto his
back, took a moment to rub his chest, then down onto his taut belly until
my fingers rubbed through his moss. I continued to move my fingers down and
around his smooth balls, hooking my thumb around his cock then closed my
hand and cupped his smooth sperm makers. I slid down on the bed, elbowing
the covers off and was soon face to face with his raging boner. I used my
thumb to raise it upright then lowered my head, opened my mouth, then
closed it over Blaine's cock.

"Aagghh," he cried out and his body stiffened momentarily before he relaxed
again. I sucked mostly on his sensitive swollen head allowing my tongue to
swirl about on the silky flesh and allowing my fingers to play with his
smooth soft balls.  My hand was at the base of his stiffened boyhood pride
and joy so I had a short stroke up and could press my hand tight against
his pubic bone thus pulling his cock head skin tighter and even more
sensitive. After about twenty seconds of that I moved my face lower and
took his entire cock into my mouth, his cock head bouncing off the top of
my throat, my chin pressed into his hanging ball sac. Blaine pressed his
hips up to meet my thrust and get as much of his cock into my mouth as
possible, all while moaning loudly.

"Fuck Kent you better stop or I'm gonna cum," the boy moaned. Reluctantly,
I stopped and moved back up along side of him and gazed down at his
body. His crotch rose up from the apex of his legs, the inner creases of
thighs beginning along side his balls then branching outward slightly
around his lower abdominal muscles. It then branched back inward then
straight up his torso toward his rib cage outlining the outer rim of his
abs stopping just below his ribcage and curling back inward slightly. If
you could look at the lines three dimensionally they might seem like an
elongated S, sort of like a curly cue on faux wrought iron screen
doors. The highest point was just beneath the bottom ridge of his hardened
cock head about 4 inches below his shallow belly button, the lowest point
between his protracted chest and the high point of his pelvis.

Rising up from the center of his belly button another crease headed up
toward his rib cage then continued up over the hill that was the rise of
his chest, almost disappeared as it crossed the knob of his breast bone
then reappeared and continued up to his clavicle. Christ he looked hot.

 He looked at me, his eyes almost shut because of the incredible feelings
that were ripping through his adolescent body.

"I wanna do you now," he whispered, his voice huskier than before. But
before he did me, he rolled forward almost onto his side and planted his
lips against mine. I responded but, moving my lips slowly, I got us open
mouthed and it was barely a second before I was gently probing his mouth
with my tongue. My hand slid down his side, onto his hip, then over the
mound of his butt cheek to his crack. I pulled gently and he responded
immediately, rolling his lower body closer to mine. My hand continued over
his butt crack and onto the further cheek, kneaded and rubbed back and
forth as well as up and down a few times.

Blaine finally broke the kiss, informed me that he was dying to suck my
dick then pushed me onto my back. I went willingly. The boy didn't waste
any time and in seconds was draped across my stomach with my cock between
his thumb and fingers. He stroked me a couple of times then simply leaned
his head down and my entire body felt a slight flash of heat as he closed
his mouth over my cock. Blaine concentrated on sucking my cock and tried to
stroke me a little but seemed to forget and just held on to it while he
sucked some more. Since he was lying slightly perpendicular to my body I
reached and put my hand on his hip and gently rubbed him which prompted the
boy to bend a little more at the waist, pushing his body a little closer
toward me hand.

As the boy did a credible job of sucking me, I wondered where this
encounter was going to lead. I didn't figure that I'd be fucking him on our
first go-round although I was more than happy to take custody of the next
part of his "losing his virginity" play. Having me on my back, watching the
play of emotion that would slowly move across his smooth face as he drove
his cock into me with the kind of energy that young teenage boy's have was
definitely a possibility.

Blaine let go of my cock only to have that hand move downward then cup and
tug on my heavy smooth balls. "Your balls are so soft Kent," he said. "Do
you shave em or something?" He went right back to sucking my dick after I
told him I did. Blaine finally stopped, let go of everything that was mine
then rolled onto his back but didn't continue, instead resting his head on
my belly. I admired his lithe young body for a moment then reached down and
took hold of rampant fourteen year old cock and began stroking it. Blaine
helped out by sliding backwards until his head rested closer to the other
side of my belly. He was far enough up that I could jack him off with my
left hand while the right hand did something just as productive, that
being, to play with his balls.

Blaine reached down and began doing the honors for me, stroking me cock in
tandem with his. I knew that it probably wouldn't take all that along to
get the boy off; He was a boy after all. Knowing that it would take him a
lot longer to get me to cum I began the mental and physical motions that
would hopefully get us to sperm stage about the same time. I envisioned us
hooked together with Blaine on his back and his feet flat on my chest and
my cock shoved up his ass. I continued to envision the boy screaming out in
pleasure while I continued to drive my thick cock in and out of him. I
envisioned my fingers wrapped around his cock, just as they were then,
stroking the boy, making him cum and watching his sperm pour out onto his
heaving belly. It worked.

"Oohh, Oohhh fuck," Blaine groaned. His cock went rigid first and then his
entire body as I watched the glorious eruption of a boy. Well, eruption
probably isn't quite the appropriate word. It was more like a spit of sperm
that flew about three inches from the tip of his cock and landed on his
belly, a drop or two at the tail end dropping onto thumb. His body relaxed
as two more drops oozed out, down his cock and dripped over my fingers.

"It's there Blaine," was all I said. The boy's strength had been flagging
but he picked up speed. The first squirt shot out over his belly and landed
on my upper belly and also draped down his side. That was followed by six
more jets of gooey white sac juice all of which landed on Blaine's stomach.

"That's cool," he commented about the fourth shot. He kept on stroking,
just as I had kept on stroking, until nothing else came out. He finally let
go of me and draped his arm across his chest. His other hand rested on the
forearm of the hand that continued to do a slow stroke on his young
cock. The covers had been kicked off long before so now that the sexual
feelings were in a slow retreat we both felt the chill again. About that
time the bell on the washer announced the completion of his task so we both
got up and I followed Blaine's slender tender ass, again, out the laundry
room. We both cleaned off in the small bathroom then Blaine changed the
load then we headed back toward his bedroom.

"I'm kinda hungry," he said, "ya want some fresh banana bread?" I could
always use a between cum snack and nodded my head. "My mom's is the best,"
he said with evident pride as he sliced up a half loaf. He asked if I
wanted butter and again I nodded my head.

"So now what," I asked as we stood buck naked in his kitchen eating the
best banana bread I'd had since my own mother passed away. Blaine looked at
a wall clock then back at me.

"My mom won't be home for four hours, guaranteed," he said with smile.

Delivery Boy

This actually happened, the loss of my freezer. Everything I describe
happened UNTIL the transfer of food. The boy did not help and as soon as it
was done, they took my freezer and left, the boy included. Needless to say
the encounter was enough to stimulate the story which in turn, I hope,
stimulates the reader.

This had happened on a Sunday morning a couple of weeks into spring. My
freezer went tits up the day before and I'd gone to Lowe's and bought a new
one on the promise that it would be delivered the next morning. True to
their word the truck showed up about eleven Sunday morning. I was wandering
around the house in my boxers and a t-shirt so threw on some sweat pants,
stepped into a pair of flip flops and went out through the garage to meet
them. Two guys, probably in their early twenties got out, one from each
side of the big truck, and then a third one came down out of the passenger
side and it was that one that really got my attention.

The first two guys waved, the driver asking if my house was where the
freezer was going while the other one began to open the back doors to the
delivery truck. The last guy that came out headed toward the garage as well
but his eyes drifted up and lingered on the rainbow flag that flew from the
peak of my garage roof.

"I'll show you what we got," I said to the driver and turned to head back
into the house. He followed me into the room where the old freezer was, in
a corner against the wall separating that room and the family room, and the
stacked washer and dryer unit. The third guy came into the room behind the
driver and it was then that I really got a decent look at him.

Definitely younger than the other two, he looked as though he might be of
Hispanic decent. Black hair peeked out from under a ball cap, the brim of
which helped highlight large dark eyes that were framed by thick eyebrows
and long dark eyelashes. A narrow aquiline nose, rounded chin, and perfect
lips were other highlights on a face that didn't seem to have any hair at
all. If the beautiful young thing was over sixteen I would have been
amazed. I stepped closer to him while the first guy looked the situation
over and saw him look down at my feet then back up at me, a slight smile
starting at the corners of his mouth.

I'd had a pedicure the week before, something I treatment myself to a
couple times a year mostly because I was too lazy to spend that much time
on my feet. Besides, I got a hell of a foot massage in the process. In any
case, all of the nails shined because of the clear coat of polish that the
pedicurist puts on, except the big toes. Those were done in a bright red
with a black and white design.

I should point out that, although I'm gay, I don't present as being gay any
more than I look like the forty two years old that I am. At five eight I
carry one eighty five pounds on my frame, little of it fat, from working
out 4-5 days a week. I don't want to brag but I look pretty good in a tank
top and shorts, or naked for that matter.

The third guy showed up so I moved from the laundry room to the family room
and the young god moved with me. We both watched the other two guys through
the doorway while they went about working the freezer out of the corner it
was in and since the thing was about as full as it could be, the task
wasn't exactly easy. The boy started glancing around and from where he
stood the open kitchen was only fifteen feet away to his right, the dining
area to the right of that and front entry just beyond. Closer was a small
hall going into a bathroom and the second bedroom, which he couldn't see
from where he was. However the common wall between that bedroom and the
family room we were standing in was filled with shelves that contained
books, brightly colored pottery, and my martial arts weapons Collection.
The latter included Nunchaku, Sai's, throwing knives and stars, escrima
sticks and 4 different styles of swords.

"I like your sign," he said. He was talking about a large poster that hung
on the wall that headed toward the bathroom. It had a drawing of the head
of a policeman, including his blue hat. Between his thumb and index finger
he was holding a condom package. The caption beside him said, "I take one
everywhere," and then in bold type twice as large it read, "I take my
Penis."

I looked at the boy who had a fairly large grin on his face and explained
that they were condom posters from the late 1980's and early 90's and there
were actually two of them. I beckoned him to follow me and showed him that
one up close as well as the other one that had the heads of a man and a
woman on them. I pointed to the latter and explained that it had been
directed toward heterosexuals while the one with the cop had been directed
toward gays. The boy barely glanced at the hetero poster then focused on
the gay one.

"That's pretty cool," he said then chuckled. "Officer 69 huh?" he said
referring to the badge number on the cop's hat, "that's funny." The noise
of moving my old freezer drew our attention and the boy headed over toward
his co-workers giving me look at his butt. It wasn't very wide but any
other definition was obscured by the fact that he wore his jeans like every
other male under the age of 30 and that was baggy. The bottom grill fell
off the freezer so the boy bent over to get it out of the way and gave up a
great shot of light green cotton boxers, six inches of butt crack
underneath the fabric along with a good part of the globes of his butt
which appeared to be quite nice.

I love the idea of baggy jeans when viewing a boy from the back. I find
that boy's underwear and the flesh that it covers to be quite erotic and
tantalizing. From the front it's not as great, for the most part, although
the curve of some boy's cocks, or his cock head, can create an appetizing
lump that can't always be attributed to the cut of the pants, especially
when he's standing up. When he turned around to get out of the way I
glanced down and discovered the aforementioned lump. My gaze was not missed
by the boy.

I refocused my eyes back to the task at hand. The two older guys had gotten
the freezer out and pushed to the back of the room. All four of us went out
to the garage where the boy and I waited while the other two got the new
freezer down out of the truck.

"So do you so martial arts too," the boy asked. I nodded my head and told
him what all I'd practiced. "I've always wanted to try something like,
never had the chance." I nodded my head.

"Well anytime you want to try it let me know. Sometimes I give private
lessons, I'd be happy to show you some stuff."

"Really? How much do you charge?" I shook my head and smiled.

"For you, nothing," I told him. He raised and eyebrow then nodded his
head. By that time the other two were headed into the garage with the new
freezer so I dropped the conversation and headed into the house in front of
them, the boy on my heels. Once again we stood in the family room, the boy
partially in the doorway to help facilitate getting the freezer into
place. Once again there was cause for him to bend over, and once again he
graced me with the view of his underwear along with a generous portion of
his cloth covered butt.

This time when he stood up he stepped back as he reached down and hiked his
jeans up and, looking at me, he said "sorry" in a soft tone so that his
co-workers didn't hear him. I smiled and put my hands out in front of me.

"Hey," I replied, "I got no problem with the view." That earned me an ear
to ear grin. After they got it in place the head guy said,

"Darian, get down there and adjust the levelers while I hold it up." So, I
thought, as the boy got down on the floor, he has a name and a nice one at
that. He started out lying on his side but when they set the freezer back
down he rolled onto his back to get out of the way and needless to say my
eyes went to the front of his jeans. The lump that presented itself was
substantial enough and considering he was on his back and gravity was
pulling at the loose denim I figured that it gave an accurate account of
what was living in there. On top of that his sweatshirt and t-shirt had
ridden up to provide me with a very flat and well defined boy belly along
with three or more inches of the waistband and front of his underwear.

"Take the left side down a little more Darian," the guy after laying a
level across the top then pushing the freezer back up a little. The boy
stayed on his back and did the adjustment then pulled his arm back. This
time he looked back at me, saw that I was more or less looking at his dick
and smiled ever so slightly. "Another couple turns Darian," the guy said so
the boy did it and when the freezer was checked the guy called it good.

Darian sat up and I immediately extended a hand to him, which he took, and
pulled to his feet. He didn't exactly stumble into me but came in close and
stayed there, looking me in the eyes for just a brief flash of a second.

"How long do you think it will take you to move everything to the new
freezer?" the head guy asked me and when I told him he sort of sighed. The
problem was that they were already a good hour behind schedule and their
next customer had already called the office three times. Part of the deal
was that they were going to take my old freezer for me.

"A good ten to fifteen minutes," I told him.

"Isn't the next place less than a mile from here?" Darian asked. The guy
nodded his head. "Why don't I stay and help Mr. Thomas then you guys can
stop and get me and the freezer when you're done."

"That's fine with me," I chimed it. Time alone with that boy high on my
list of things to do in that moment and he seemed to be of the same
mind. The guy gave that some thought and Darian added,

"I'll clear it with my dad Steve, it'll be okay," Darian said, "call me
when you're ready to pick me up." The guy nodded his head and headed out to
the truck with his buddy right behind him. Before that big truck was out of
my driveway Darian was passing food to me from my old freezer. I took the
opportunity to clean house as it were, tossing old or thawed things into a
waste basket.

"So, what to you do Mr. Thomas, for a living I mean?" Darian asked.

"You can call me Kurt Darian and I'm a nurse, a physician's assistant
actually." He didn't know the difference so I explained it to him, adding
that I worked for a dermatologist. He was quiet for a moment as we
continued to work then asked, "I wonder if you could look at something for
me."

"Sure, I'd be glad to Darian, once we're done with this chore."

"That'd be great he said." He went on to ask me some questions about my
martial arts experience so we passed the time, as we passed the food,
talking about that. It gave me the opportunity to have eye contact with him
which also allowed me to gaze at his face. He really was an almost
beautiful boy and a few years earlier I could have easily described him so
but he was aging and the beauty was turning into cute as all hell and few
years from then it would begin to move toward handsome.

The changing of the food only took about five minutes and when we finished
Darian asked if he could use the bathroom. I nodded my head and walked into
the family room and pointed to the bathroom doorway, which was in a small
little hallway probably ten to twelve feet from where we stood. He thanked
me and headed that way and I just watched him go, mostly watched his fairly
narrow little butt.

Darian surprised me by not bothering to close the door and although he was
out of my line of sight he wasn't out of hearing range and in a moment I
heard the splash then the steady stream of piss hitting the water. I sat on
the edge of my recliner facing the direction of the bathroom speculating on
the size of his boyhood which of course was futile. I will say though that
the tone of his piss had a deeper sound as opposed to a tinkling
one. Regardless, it finally slowed to a trickle and stopped before the
toilet flushed.

Darian had taken his sweatshirt off and left it in the laundry room while
we transferred the food so when he finally came out of the bathroom I
noticed that his belt had not been buckled and his fly was unzipped. As he
approached me he said,

"That thing I told you about, would you look at it?" I nodded my head and
told him sure I would. Darian stepped up close to me, pulled his t-shirt up
and held it in place with his chin then unsnapped his jeans which of course
fell straight to the floor.

"It's kind of embarrassing," he said as he stood there practically just in
his boxers. In that brief moment I took in his taut belly, the creases of
his hips and his clearly defined abs. The lump in his underwear had the
promise of something to be quite proud of.

"I understand that it might be embarrassing but believe me Darian, I've
seen it all." He sighed then dropped the front of his boxers and pulled his
cock out letting it draped over the waistband. I was looking at a fairly
fat brown sausage, probably six and half or seven inches in length. He was
uncut and his foreskin almost covered the head, only the tip exposed, and
his pubic hair was a thick, tight nest of pitch black curls that was
confined to his sloping pubic bone.

"See, on my foreskin, a reddish circle?" It was kind of hard to detect
because of his skin color but once he mentioned it I could see it
clearly. I took hold of his cock from underneath, letting it rest in my
hand then used my other hand to hold it in my fingers just behind the head
and turn it from side to side as well as look underneath. What I saw was
what appeared to be an almost perfect circle which told me right away that
whatever it was, it was self inflicted. Mother Nature was perfect in many
ways, but leaving perfect circles like that one and in that area was a
zillion to one shot.

 I slid his foreskin back which made it more difficult to see the mark and
inspected the head, a perfectly shaped, nice sized piece of flesh slightly
lighter in color that most of the rest of his body. I didn't see any marks
on the head itself so put his little hat back in place.

"Are there any other ones?" I asked him and he nodded his head then shoved
his boxers further down. I was now looking at the rest of that which made
him a boy. His balls were the size of large eggs and hung low in a loose
hairless sac. It was wrinkled at the top where it fell away from his dick
of course, but the weight of his sperm makers pulled the wrinkles out of
the rest of the sac. I didn't see anything and started to look up into his
face but he said,

"Under my balls Kurt," he said but made no move to lift his bag up for me
so I hefted them and sort of moved them in a couple of directions, raising
them even higher. I finally found the second circle and like the first one
it was perfectly round. I have never let go of his cock and so then I had
it in one hand and his balls in the other. His cock had already started to
harden up but it seemed at though it was accelerating. Needless to say I'd
already figured out that the boy wanted to be intimate in some way or
another and his rise to glory all but confirmed that. I decided to play
along so continued to hold him as I talked to him.

"Okay, so this probably isn't a disease or other malady, in fact I'd guess
that you did something to get them there," I said, looking up at his
eyes. Darian got a sort of weird look on his face then slowly nodded.

"I put the end of a vacuum cleaner on it. Obviously my dick is way too big
for it, but still, I wondered what it would feel like."

"Well if it's any consolation Darian," I said kindly, "you're not the first
boy to try that nor will you ever be the last. Does it hurt at all still?"
He shook his head.

"Where I put it doesn't but it's sort of starting to hurt a little now."
That didn't surprise me considering that it had reached full on hardened
status. I still had it in my hand but let go of it and of course it went
right up in the air to stand proud, tall and strong in front of the boy's
belly. He couldn't resist grasping himself and squeezing tightly for a
moment.

"You're certainly more than welcome to take care of the problem if you want
to Darian." He didn't miss a beat but said,

"Maybe you could help me Kurt." I gave a little bit of a smirk.

"And what would you have me to do help you out Darian?

"Anything you want," he replied, then added, "Maybe suck me or jack me
off." I was willing to do all that and much more to the boy. He was, as I
said, extremely desirable. My answer was to pull his cock down
perpendicular to his body, wrap my hand around it and slide his foreskin
back and forth two or three times, exposing his cock head, the tip of which
was already getting shiny from leaking precum. I leaned forward and cleaned
the sticky residue with my tongue then slipped my lips and mouth over the
entire head.

"Ooohh yeees," the boy moaned above me. With his dick still in my hand I
moved forward and took a good half of the seven or so inches into my
mouth. I rolled my eyes upward and saw Darian's head back and mouth open in
reaction to the feelings flooding through his teenage body. One hand was on
his belly, the other on his chest, rubbing back and forth across one of his
nipples.

While my one hand was slowly stroking the boy as I suckled him the other
was on his naked butt, rubbing and kneading the pliable flesh.

"Pull on my balls Kurt," he commanded in a soft voice so the hand on his
delicious butt came back around front to cup and squeeze the sac of eggs. I
tugged on them firmly and was graced with a loud moan and at the same time
pushed his cock so far into my throat that my nose touched his moss and
that earned me a gasp.

When the boy started to move his hips back and forth I knew that spermage
wasn't all the far off so stood up and turned the boy around and as I did I
pulled the front of my sweats and underwear down, freeing up my own rock
hard cock. I stepped up against him, my dick pressing against his gluteal
cleavage while one arm snuck under one of his to wrap around his firm chest
and the other reached around and took hold of his rigid boyhood pride and
joy.

When I was with a boy for the first time I wanted to see his sperm, I
wanted to see the nectar of his balls as it left his body, how much he
made, how far he shot. Watching a boy's body go through the throes of
orgasmic bliss was incredible to me. A boy was, in my humble opinion, at
his most vulnerable then. All of his defenses were down and he was
experiencing one of the few times in his life of letting go and not trying
to control everything in and around him. It was a beautiful sight.

Darian allowed his body to relax against me although his hand went around
behind to feel my cock and cup my nuts for just a second. His head relaxed
back on my shoulder exposing his neck and I nuzzled him there, kissed him
gently while down below I was stroking his nail hard boy flesh, sliding his
dusky foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head of his cock.

Darian's breathing became faster, his body shivered at the ministrations on
both his neck and his cock and before I knew it I felt him thicken in my
hand. I looked down over his shoulder and watched his teenage tribute to
Eros. The first jet of sperm shot out a good foot from his cock, the second
third and forth didn't shoot so much as spit out, falling to the floor
after a few inches of air time. The rest of his ejaculate, another five
eruptions sort of burped out of him and fell to the floor right away.

The boy sagged against me slightly and I tightened my arm against his chest
while I continued to stroke him, feeling his sperm ooze out and down over
my fingers. It was finally over so I let go of Darian's cock then put my
hand to my mouth and licked his sperm from my fingers. He pulled away from
then looked down to see what kind of a mess he'd left in his
underwear. There were definitely some drops of white so I went into the
bathroom, returning with a hand towel to help the clean up a little. My
cock was still hanging out as well and as soon as I stood back up after
cleaning his cum from his underwear he reached out and took hold of my
cock.

"I want you to get off too Kurt." He told me.

"I was hoping you would," I responded. The boy got to his knees while I
pulled my shirt off. He took hold of my dick and stroked it a couple of
times while he looked me over.

"Man, you got a nice dick Kurt," he said then cupped my smooth nuts and
hefted and pulled on them a couple of times before leaning forward and
taking my cock in his mouth. I kept my eyes on the boy and clearly he loved
what he was doing. His eyes were closed as he bobbed his head back and
forth, his tongue swirling my swollen cock head as he moved. He continued
to play with my balls and I could hear a soft moaning coming from deep in
his throat.

After a couple of minutes he took my cock from his mouth then first rubbed
it against his smooth face before licking up and down the thick shaft and
onto the head. He moved lower and licked at my balls for a few moments then
went back to sucking my cock. I felt my balls start to roil which was kind
of unusual. It usually took a while to cum when my dick was getting sucked
but it had been awhile since I'd had that experience. Of course the fact
that it was being done by a hot young teen probably helped.

"I'm getting ready to shoot, Darian," I told him. He continued to suck me
until I told him I was there. He stopped then moved his head off to one
side, although not by much, and began jacking me off using an underhand
motion. I couldn't help but put my hand on the back of his head and run my
fingers through his thick hair.

"Oh yeah," I groaned and felt my sperm rush up my cock and blast out the
tip. It shot out onto the shoulder of his t-shirt and was followed by two
other squirts before the boy put the tip against his cheek. two more jets
of gooey warm cum oozed out against the boy's dark skin before he slid his
mouth over the head and continued to jack me off, the rest of my sperm
ending up inside his body.

Darian's other hand had been busy down between his legs jacking off his
teenage cock. When my dick was finished the boy stood up, looked me in the
eyes for a moment then pressed his lips against mine. I held him and kissed
him back as the end of his cock touched my pubic hair and my balls. I could
feel him pick up speed, could feel his foreskin as well as the tip of his
cock against my flesh. He moaned, pulled his lips from mine, groaned louder
and his gorgeous yes closed as I felt the warmth of his young sperm ooze
out against my skin. Darian's head went backwards and I could easily see
the smear of my cum on his dark smooth face. Below, I continued to feel his
cock against me, continued to feel his sperm under my fuzz, in the crease
along side my balls and on my balls.

The kid was hot as hell and what he was doing was hot as hell. I'd
experienced a fair amount of sexual encounters since I was twelve years old
but this one ranked right at the top of the list for newness. His stroked
finally slowed and then stopped. He leaned his head back slightly, opened
his eyes, sort of, then smiled that kind of after sex smile that I'd seen
so many times. Then he looked down at the mess he created on my crotch.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry Kurt," he whispered. As an answer I put one hand on his
glorious brown ass and the other on his back and pulled him to me. I
planted my lips against his and kissed him hard while my hands massaged and
rubbed his warm flesh. His mouth opened and I shoved my tongue inside to
greet his and he melted against me. Our cocks were pressed side by side
between our bellies. As he turned his head to kiss me my sperm spread from
his cheek to my cheek and some of his transferred from my groin onto his
groin.

We finally broke the kiss and just held each other for a moment. He finally
pulled his head back and looked at me, his eyes moving slowly across all
aspects of my face. "Jesus that was intense. I never done nothing like that
before," he said softly. Well, neither had I and I told him so.

"Sure made a mess though," he said as he stepped back away from me. Indeed
it had.

"Yeah but it was sure as hell fun doing it," I told him. My sweats and
underwear were at my knees while his were still down around his ankles. I
bent and picked my t-shirt up and wiped my cum from his face then his shirt
then gently cleaned off his crotch before getting his cum cleaned off of
mine. Well, except for what was in my moss. Getting cum from hairs is all
but impossible but I did the best I could, for both of us.

"I don't suppose you'd like to try this again when we aren't pressed for
time," I asked him as he tugged his clothing back into place. He smiled
hugely.

"Oh man, I'd love to Kurt, if you don't mind."

"How could I mind Darian? You're a hot boy and hot boys are always
welcome." His cell phone went off so he answered it and hung up.

"The guys will be here in two minutes." He said it with a bit of sadness. I
gave him my cell phone number and told him to call anytime. He asked if I
had a boyfriend or anything and I shook my head. We both heard the truck
pull into the driveway. Darian leaned in and kissed me again and we both
headed out to meet his co-workers.


An Odd Situation

Again, part of this is totally true. I did see both boys in the restaurant
and they were exactly as I described them, the younger boy did dance and
practically stare at me. All of it happened up until the bathroom scene at
the beginning. That is fiction as is everything after it. It doesn't hurt
to dream though.


It was an odd sort of situation. I'd picked up boys before but not two at
the same time although I'd been with more than one boy at a time. That was
odd too, well, maybe not so much odd as it was rare.

It had started after I'd taken my cat to the vet for a furmenator treatment
and clipping and yes, there is such a thing as a furmenator
treatment. Anyhow, it was early on a clear sunny Saturday morning in early
April. Across the street from the vet's office was a restaurant called Ma's
Place. Unlike most of the buildings around it, the restaurant had been
there long before the mall and all of the strip malls that surrounded
it. It was a good old fashioned diner that served killer breakfasts.  They
were also packed so I had to wait.

I was standing against a Lotto machine and sort of carrying on a limited
conversation with an old guy and his wife who were sitting on a bench
across the narrow entryway. The cashier, who was about 80 years old and who
I assumed to be Ma herself, was to my left, as was the restaurant
proper. She chatted away with everyone who came up to pay their tab and she
bantered long enough so that there seemed to be at least three other
people, retired couples mostly, waiting to pay. While I tend to be a little
impatient during such times, nobody else seemed to mind. A bit of raucous
laughter drew my attention and I turned to look, as much into the seating
area to see how things were going as much as anything else. That's when I
first saw the boy.

He had come around a short wall from the seating area, one of those three
feet tall walls lined with fake flowers to provide at least minimal privacy
between the eaters and eaters in waiting. What stood out immediately was
the fact that he was wearing a suit and tie which made him the best dressed
person in the entire place, except possible for the cashier.

The boy's suit was an almost shiny gray, his shirt white with an undone top
button and a loosened red tie that sported a couple of thin stripes on
it. I immediately wondered if he and his family had come from a 7th day
Adventist's service. The boy was dark skinned in an Arab or Polynesian sort
of way and could have been 11 or 12 years old. His hair was black, somewhat
short at the sides and longer on the top, the length allowing some of his
natural curl to form. It was sort of brushed toward the center in the
manner of a Mohawk but it appeared to be done more accidentally than
intentionally. The boy didn't just walk, he seemed to be dancing to some
beat in his own head and by dancing I don't mean swinging around but a lot
of shoulder, waist and arm movement along with smaller steps that were
still some sort of dance moves. On top of that he was practically staring
at me.

I pretty much stared back at him but he couldn't tell that because I was
wearing sunglasses and hadn't taken them off when I came in the
building. He came toward me and I turned my head toward the door but out of
the corner of my eye I could tell that he was looking up at me and as I
turned my head back toward him, he smiled, turned and danced back the way
he'd come. Of course I noticed right away that the suit fit nicely over the
boy's slender ass.

He went back around the short wall and sat down with a group of eight or
more other people and a few minutes later he came back, still sort of
dancing but not with the energy he'd had before. In his hand was a meal tab
and money. He walked up to the cashier but his eyes were on my face first
then slid down to my crotch then back up to my face. He smiled at me,
crystal white teeth gleaming behind pink tinted lips while his large dark
eyes assessed me. He handed the elderly lady the money and the tab and when
she asked him a question he answered, his voice the high tinkling sound of
a young boy. He continued to glance at me while the cashier went through
all of her motions and when she gave him his change he went back the way
he'd come and as he went around the wall he looked at me and smiled
again. Given his behaviors thus far I figured the kid had to be queer or
developmentally disabled.

I finally got seated in a booth that gave me a clear shot at the group that
the boy was in and I noticed that he was the only one dressed up. Everyone
else, all adults, was dressed in jeans, wool shirts or other very casual
wear. Because I'm always aware of my surrounding I noticed a family of six
sitting along the same wall as the boy's group but closer to where I was,
the family consisting of parents, two boys a girl and a baby in its
carrier. One of the boys looked strikingly like Elliot in E.T. He was about
the age, size and had the hair and facial features of Henry Thomas. It was
his older brother that really interested me.

Dressed in jeans with a dark red short sleeved t-shirt over a long sleeved
gray shirt, the boy looked to be about 13. His face was somewhat rounded
and perfectly clear and smooth with just a slight hint of pink on his
cheeks. Like his younger brother, he had light black hair that was a little
long and starting to curl at the ends. When I heard him speaking to his
dad, his voice was still high although not as much as the boy in the
suit. From where I was I could see under his side of their table and
noticed that the crotch of his jeans wasn't flat but was instead a slight
bulge. Apparently he was wearing jeans that actually fit him.

It was after I got my food I and started eating that I noticed something a
little strange going on. I'd had direct eye contact with both boys, caught
both of them looking at me, although not at the same time. I also noticed
that they were checking each other out although generally not at the same
time. It seemed that there was a 3-way mutual interest taking place and it
continued on through the entire meal. A couple of times the boy closest to
me put his hand under the table and on the bulge of jeans then squeezed his
legs together. I wondered if he was copping wood at what was going on. Of
course it could have been typical copping wood for no reason, an occurrence
with all boys that age.

As our meal was ending the thirteen year old said he was going to the
restroom then started to get out of the booth. The suit boy started to get
up almost as soon the older boy did. Before the younger boy rounded the
tables where his group was sitting he looked straight at me and I started
to get up as well. I was about ten feet behind the boy and before he went
into the restroom he glanced back at me.

When I went through the door the two boys were standing next to each
other. The younger boy smiled at me the older one looked surprised. The
younger waved me to come over to them then spoke.

"You know where the restrooms are toward the back part of Stones Park?" he
asked. Both of us nodded our heads. The boy went over and locked the
bathroom door and came back to us while undoing his slacks. He quickly
pulled the front of his briefs down and exposed a dark skinned
uncircumcised cock that looked fairly respectable on his slender body. "You
want some of this?" he asked. Again, we both nodded our heads only this
time the older boy smiled and rubbed at the front of his jeans. "Be at the
restrooms at two this afternoon," the dark skinned boy said then put his
stuff back in his pants and zipped up. He came up to me and reached up
toward my head so I lowered it and he kissed me soundly on the lips then
turned to the older boy who did the same.

"See you guys later," he said then turned, went to the door and unlocked it
and went out. I looked at the older boy who was still looking toward the
door then he looked at me.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

"I dunno." His high pitched voice had a bit of uncertainty in it. I asked
him if he was going to be there and he seemed to think about it for about
two seconds then asked if I was going. I nodded my head.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I told him. I wasn't all that attracted
to the age of boy that the dark skinned boy seemed to be. The older boy on
the other hand was a different story. I was highly attracted to boys his
age.

"You don't mind sharing?" I asked him, nodding toward the door the younger
boy had just gone through. He shook his head, "Not at all," he said and
headed toward the door, adding "I'll be there too."  I took a leak, more to
think about what had just taken place than an actual need to pee. Despite
the amount of coffee that I'd consumed my body didn't seem inclined to give
up a great deal of piss so I simply zipped up and left.

The boy and his group were in the process of leaving and as he passed by me
the boy winked at me and brushed his hand lightly across mine. I returned
to my booth and finished my breakfast. As I was waiting for the waitress to
bring my check the older boy's family was gearing up to leave and before he
turned to follow his siblings out the toward the door he looked at me and
nodded ever so slightly. It looked to be an interesting evening.

I spent the day working in my yard and did a pretty good job of not
dwelling on what might or might not happen that evening. I knocked off at
five, took a shower then grabbed a sandwich before heading out to the
rendezvous spot approximately five miles away.

A great deal of the area that I was headed into was new, that is, ten to
twelve years old. It had been farms of varying sizes for a hundred years
until somebody had been offered an obscene amount of money to sell their
land and a mall sprung up. The rest of that particular story is pretty easy
to figure out. Stone's Woods, or Stone's Park, was a twenty plus acre plot
of wooded land. The Stone family had donated it years before to the town,
which was now a burgeoning city, on the condition that it be maintained in
a park like environment. The city of course complied so now there was a
large open field for ball games and bleachers for same, four tennis courts,
the obligatory swings, merry-go-rounds, teeter totters, slides and the
like. A good half of the park was still woods with walking trails and it
was at the far end of the park where we were all supposed to meet.

The front portion of the park bordered a 4 lane city street but once you
got off of that main drag it was mostly residential with streets running
along both sides. Along the back side there were a scattering of homes
whose back yards abutted the park and thus, the woods. Most of those homes,
situated on larger than usual lots, had fences or hedges to keep people and
dogs out of their yards. There were two designated walking paths in the
park at that end and since said paths were between private residences the
park city had put up tall chain link fences to keep people from straying
off the path into residential property.

I elected to park in the East side parking lot, a small thing that could
accommodate maybe a dozen cars and mine was the only one. It was more or
less rather private as the property across the street was a landscaping
business which amazingly was closed. The restrooms where we were to meet
were in a block building about 100 feet into the woods. A typical block
building for park restrooms, it was situated in a clearing about twice the
size of the building itself. As it came into view I saw both boys standing
outside and scanning the three other trails that led to it. The older boy
was dressed the same but the younger one was now wearing loose fitting
sports shorts and long sleeved t-shirt. When the younger boy saw me he
smiled and waved then the older boy turned but remained still. As I
approached them I too scanned the area just to be sure it wasn't a setup, a
notion that had crossed my mind briefly but was discarded.

"I'm Tavin," the dark skinned boy said as he extended his hand, "this is
Wyatt." Wyatt extended his hand tentatively as though touching me might
create a shock.

"My name's Cassidy but people call me Cass," I responded.

"Come on," Tavin said and went into the restrooms then stood in the middle
of the room. "So, do you guys want to play?" he asked, the perpetual smile
on his face.  Neither Wyatt nor I said anything right away so Tavin said,
"Well, do you?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Anything sexy," Tavin replied immediately. Both Wyatt and I nodded our
heads.

"Well let's see what you got," the adorably cute young boy said and
immediately pulled his shirt up and dropped his shorts and since he wasn't
wearing any underwear his boyhood charms were immediately viewable. Still
soft, his cock look respectable for what I considered a boy his age. His
foreskin completely covered his brown cock and in the dim light I couldn't
see a single hair. His balls had started to drop, hanging gently in a
smooth dark skinned sac.

Wyatt unsnapped his jeans then shoved them down along with his boxers. It
was difficult to see anything until he pulled his shirts up, exposing half
of his belly and of course his young teenage boy stuff. Already starting to
harden slightly, Wyatt looked to be about five and half inches long. His
nuts, like Tavin's only larger, hung nicely between his smooth thighs.

"Gosh Wyatt you're getting hairs," Tavin commented adding, "I bet you make
sperm too huh?" The cute young teenager nodded his head. Indeed he did have
a small amount of black hair growing above his hardening young cock,
although it was still fairly sparse.

By then I had tugged my sweats and boxers down. Both boys all but stared as
I pulled my shirt up out of the way to reveal seven and a half, thick but
still soft, inches of twenty eight year old cock. I kept my light brown
moss trimmed up and shaved my heavy balls as well so I'm sure that my stuff
looked bigger to the boys.

"Shit Cass, you're pretty big," Tavin commented as his hand went to his
rising young cock and squeezed it.

"Let's go to my house," Tavin said as he tugged his shorts back in place
which prompted Wyatt and me to do the same although the young teen had a
little more difficulty since his dick had gone full on hard.

"What about your family?" I asked him. Tavin explained that they had gone
out of town to visit their family and would be gone overnight. He'd known
that at the restaurant and had feigned being sick as soon as they got home.

"I'm a foster kid and my foster dad's parents are kind of prejudiced so it
wasn't hard to convince them to let me stay home, even though I'm only
eleven," Tavin explained. I was still concerned about any neighbors seeing
an adult following the kid into his yard. He told me that the way their
house was situated it would be impossible for anyone to see us. I was
willing to at least look so we headed off on a trail that led behind the
restrooms.

As we came to the end I could see what he was talking about. Tavin's house
and those on each side were all but hidden from view by tall hedges and the
back yards all seems to have huge cedar trees in them as well. To add to
the privacy factor that end of the park wasn't a straight line but broken
up, the houses and properties staggered seven ways from Sunday. It was
indeed a private place for a rendezvous.

We entered Tavin's back yard through a narrow but tall wooden gate and once
inside the boy threw the 3 bolt locks to secure it. The back yard we were
in was quite spacious and looked onto the back side of a fairly new two
story home. Tavin headed toward one end, the one that I suspected was a
garage, a suspicion that turned out to be correct. Inside, we head up a set
of wooden stairs into a room that had once been used for storage, and still
was, but was divided by a wall that created a room for a bedroom.

I started to feel sorry for the boy; foster kid, relegated to live in the
garage, family members who didn't really like him and probably had him for
the monthly check. Of course it was all speculation, I didn't really know
any of it other than the foster kid part and he could well have made that
up for all I really knew.

As we followed a cleared path through the boxes and other stuff Tavin said
that they were planning on building storage cabinets for the stuff but I
had my doubts. He opened a door and we followed him into the other half of
the room and I was pleasantly surprised. Wyatt even uttered a sound of
surprise.

The room was bathed in soft light that came from a low watt lamps behind
cabinet doors at each end of the headboard of what looked like an old king
sized waterbed. The glass in the doors was etched with a single large red
rose bud with stem and leaves. Between them was a recessed mirror and shelf
for storage. It was a captain style bed that had drawers beneath it.  The
bed, neatly made, was covered by a dark blue comforter and at the head of
the bed were four large pillows of the same color. The wall at the head of
the bed was a light yellow color and centered above the bed was one of
those huge Japanese fans that had a tiger along with cherry blossom petals
printed on it. The rest of the room was done in a medium blue and the deep
pile shag carpet was somewhere between the color of the walls and the
comforter. The walls had a variety of framed pictures, not of family but of
various nature scenes. In on corner of the room a small bathroom was tucked
and along side that an armoire that appeared fairly old. Overall it was a
sizable and tastefully done room.

"Cool bedroom," Wyatt said appreciatively. Tavin agreed with him saying it
was perfect then kicked off his shoes and put them neatly along side three
other pair just inside the door and instructed us to do the same. Tavin
then went right up to Wyatt. Because Tavin was a little shorter than the
older boy he had to rise on his toes, but doing that, he kissed the boy
smack dab on the lips. Taken unaware, the expression of Wyatt's smooth face
was one of surprise but he seemed to respond back. When he separated Tavin
dropped back onto his feet, took his shirt off then started to take Wyatt's
shirts off. The older boy helped and in a moment both were standing facing
each other bare chested. While Wyatt didn't appear to be hard, he still had
a nice compact package, his stuff making a bulge more at the bottom of his
zipper than in front of it.

"I want Cass to take our pants down while you and me kiss Wyatt. Are you
okay with that?" Wyatt nodded his head as if he were afraid to speak. I
stepped up to the boys and dropped to my knees in front of them as Tavin
moved his head toward Wyatt's. I rubbed on the bulge in the boy's pants
then unsnapped and unzipped him to reveal white cotton briefs which I
thought, was a nice and refreshing touch. I tugged the jeans down enough to
reveal his growing boyhood still hidden behind what appeared to be fresh
underwear.

I grasped onto his hardening cock and heard a sharp inhalation of breath
then his body turned slightly. I looked up to see that he's all but wrapped
his arms around Tavin's shoulders and was engaged in a mouth open
passionate kiss. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his briefs then
pulled it out and then down over his cock, allowing the five plus inch
rigid boner to spring upward to stand proud and firm in front of Wyatt's
taut belly. He was, in my eyes, a magnificent specimen of what I presumed
to be a thirteen year old boy. I really preferred boys in the beginning
stages of puberty at that was exactly where the young teen was. I wanted to
devour him right on the spot, wanted to swallow his cock then his sperm, to
lick cup and fondle his hairless balls. I decided, fuck it, and pulled his
stiff dick down then placed my mouth over it and closed, taking in a little
over half of him. It was readily apparent that he had showered not long
before joining Tavin in the park. I would have preferred to smell a little
bit of growing boy, that musky fragrance that emanates from a boy's crotch,
and as I took in the odor of his cleanliness I wondered if he'd scrubbed
his puckered little asshole as well for I was dying to rim the boy.

"Aahhh," he moaned above me. I put one hand on his delicious little ass and
wrapped the other around his balls and got another moan. I only bobbed my
head back and forth on him a couple of times then stopped and turned. I
rubbed at the front of Tavin's shorts, feeling his stone hard cock beneath
the satiny fabric while Tavin reached over my shoulder and took hold of
Wyatt's cock and slowly stroked the cute young teen.

As I had done to Wyatt, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of Tavin's
sport shorts and got them down over his cock, the eleven year penis
standing at rigid attention in front of the boy's equally flat belly. I
tugged the shorts to the floor where Tavin got his feet out and kicked them
off to the side. I admired his boy's body, the gentle curve of his belly as
it melted into his pubic bone, ending in all that made him a boy. His cock
head was barely peeking out of his dusky foreskin, his soft looking dark
skinned and hairless balls hanging below. Using my fingertips, I took hold
of his nuts and fondled him for a second, eliciting a sound of pleasure
from him. I then moved my fingers up and onto his stiff dick and retracted
his foreskin to reveal a head almost red with blood. I pulled the shaft
down and investigated his pubic area and found three or four very small
pitch black hairs that had sprouted on each side of the base of his dick. I
leaned my head forward and took him into my mouth and, like I had done to
Wyatt, I suckled him.

"Why don't you two take your clothes off too," Tavin suggested so I took
him out of my mouth, albeit reluctantly and stood up. Wyatt was already
kicking his shoes off as I tugged my shirt off and as I pulled my sweats
and boxers down, the cute young teenage boy was busy shucking his jeans and
briefs. It tossed my clothes to the side as I stood up and both boys got a
full on view of my cock, stretched out to its full seven and a half inches
of fairly thick man meat. Tavin stepped right up and took hold of my cock
and stroked it a couple of times, cupping and hefting my smooth balls at
the same time. Like any guy I loved to have my stuff touched by someone
other than me but having a boy do it, and a young boy at that, made it even
better.

"Oh man," the boy whispered. "Come and feel him Wyatt," Tavin directed, and
I wondered at just how much experience this cute young thing really
had. The teenager did as requested and, standing perpendicular to me,
placed his hand where Tavin's had been a moment before. Wyatt gently
squeezed up and down the length of me, the expression on his face one of
curiosity. Taller than Tavin, Wyatt wasn't more than a couple of inches
shorter that my 5 feet 8 inches. I couldn't resist putting my hand on his
back and rubbing then moving my hand down onto his butt. Wyatt was a
slender boy but his ass sort of bubbled out from his lower back into
glorious twin orbs that were made for kneading and pulling apart. He sort
looked at me and smiled while we touched each other under Tavin's gaze.

"Did you like it when Tavin kissed you?" I asked him and the boy just
nodded his head. I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned downward
slightly. He raised his head and our lips met midway. My hand slid up to
the back of his head, my other hand to his chin so I gently held him as my
lips only kiss segued into a more open mouthed kiss. Wyatt went along with
me and as we got more involved I felt a hand take hold of my cock and begin
to stroke it then the warmth of a mouth closing over the head. I didn't
need to look down to know that Tavin was sucking my dick. The warmth soon
left my cock however and I felt Wyatt stiffen slightly and knew that Tavin
and changed cocks, so to speak.

Wyatt and I stopped kissing and both looked down to watch Tavin suck on
Wyatt's cock. The hand that had been on his chin rubbed on the boy's chest,
spending a moment at his nipples to bring the little nubbins up to
hardness, causing the boy to sigh in response.

Tavin finally stopped and stood up. "How old are you Wyatt?" Tavin asked
the cute teen.

"Thirteen, I had my birthday a couple months ago." Tavin looked at me and I
told them.

"I've never been with an adult before," the adorable dark skinned boy
stated, "have you Wyatt?" The older boy said that he'd only done stuff with
one other boy, a friend of his, and that they had only jacked off together
a couple of time. When Tavin asked me if I'd ever been with a boy I
answered honestly in the affirmative. When he asked what I'd done with a
boy I told him I'd done everything with a boy. Tavin explained that he'd
been with some boys his own age quite a few times but had been dying to be
with an older boy or a man, someone who made sperm. The boy was dying to
see someone actually cum having heard from one of the boys that older guys
could do that.

"So, do you want us to jack off for you so you can see our sperm?" I asked
him and the cute young thing smiled and nodded his head.

"For now," he said. I looked at Wyatt who smiled and nodded his head. We
both put our hands on our cocks and started the process but Tavin stopped
us. "Why don't you jack each other off?"

"Why don't we lay on the bed," I suggested. Tavin agreed so we all
adjourned to the bed where I discovered that it wasn't a water bed but a
mattress in the waterbed frame. There was enough something underneath it so
that the mattress perfectly level with the padded side rails. So on we
climbed, Wyatt and me lying next to each other, and while I was more than
amenable to jacking off I wanted it to be more than just lying there. I
rolled onto my side, reached over and took hold of the thirteen year's cock
and began stroking him. He slid his hand over and took hold of my rigid
dick. I really wanted to slide right up next to him and continue to jack
him off while I kissed his sweet soft lips. Tavin had other ideas.

The dark skinned beauty was on Wyatt's other side and asked if the young
teen would like to suck on his cock. Wyatt nodded his head so Tavin swung a
leg over Wyatt's firm naked body and leaned over the boy using the
headboard to brace himself against. I slid up farther so that I could
actually see Wyatt as he took the preteen cock into his mouth. In a typical
boy fashion the cute teenager took hold of Tavin's cock and slid the skin
back and forth over Tavin's swollen head.

"Never seen one of those have you?" I asked and without looking at me Wyatt
simply shook his head as he pulled Tavin's foreskin all the way up so that
it created a little dark skinned nipple.

"Go ahead Wyatt, suck me," Tavin commanded and Wyatt placed his mouth over
Tavin's cock and closed down. It was incredibly erotic watching the sweet
young teen, eyes closed, as he paid homage to another boy in the most
common way that a boy does. I slid back down and went to town jacking the
boy's stiff cock. It was easy to see that he was getting close because his
stomach muscles contracted and relaxed involuntarily as the feelings tore
through his body. I looked at Tavin's slender brown ass and could see the
boy's balls hanging between his dusky thighs so reached up between his legs
and took hold of the small eggs and gently squeezed and tugged on them. I
allowed two fingers to go further then touched Wyatt's chin as the boy
continued to suckle Tavin.

I finally quit that and concentrated on getting Wyatt off and it wasn't
long before he told us that he was getting close. Tavin slid away from him
and lay on the bed next to Wyatt who extended his right arm and took began
playing with Tavin's cock as well as the young boy's balls. All of a sudden
Wyatt groaned, his young cock thickened against my fingers then a droplet
of sperm oozed out of the slit followed by a squirt of sperm that shot out
onto his belly. I continued to jack him off but the show was over for the
time being. Tavin leaned down and licked the droplet off of Wyatt's belly
then the small amount of cum that was still on the boy's swollen cock
head. I wondered how the boy was going to react to my offering.

"Okay Cass, your turn," Tavin said, turning his attention to me then to
Wyatt he said, "You wanna jack him off while he sucks my cock?" I was all
for that combination although I didn't tell either boy that it would likely
take forever to get me to cum.

The boys rearranged themselves with Wyatt seated at my waist and Tavin
straddling my chest. I felt rather than saw the boy take hold of my cock
while commenting that it sure filled his hand up. Tavin moved in close to
my face so I reached out and took hold of his preteen boner and stroked it
a few times, uncovering and then covering the swollen head while my other
hand tugged at his smooth sac of hanging balls. As soon as he was within
striking distance I placed my mouth over his rigid dick and began to give
him an expert blow job.

I loved sucking boy's cock and while I preferred Wyatt's boy bone I could
easily make due with Tavin's. I reached around with both hands and began
kneading on his butt, spreading his cheeks then letting the brown orbs
relax back into place. I allowed a finger to trail up and down his crack
and eventually moved further inside to graze across the puckered muscle of
his most secret spot.

"Oohh God," the young boy moaned then said softly, "You can put it inside
of me Cass?" I pulled my right hand back. Soaked the middle finger with my
spit, then moved it between the boy's legs. I felt movement at my other end
while I pulled his butt cheek open and the fingers of the hand between his
thighs felt around, found his hole again and gently pushed a finger tip
against the resistant muscle. At the same time I felt Wyatt straddle my leg
then felt his balls graze across my upper knee as one hand began cupping
and fondling my heavy balls and the other one continued to jack off my
cock. I thought for a moment that my cumming might not take as long as I
thought.

I manage to get my finger up inside Tavin's tight little ass and although
it was pretty dry I moved the finger in and out of him. Dry or not, the boy
moaned a little louder. I began dreaming about my cock shoved up inside of
him instead of my finger. I envisioned the boy flat on his back with his
knees brought back to his ears and me above him driving my thick meat deep
into his compact body until my balls were mashed up against his
tailbone. It didn't take long before I was ready to blow and I took Tavin's
cock out of my mouth to inform the boys.

"I want to watch you cum Cass," Tavin exclaimed and start to slowly move
away from me. I was only disappointed to for a moment as my finger was
pulled out of his ass and his cock pulled from my eager mouth.

"Turn around so I can lick your ass Tavin," I commanded in a husky
voice. If I wanted to make my sperming come on quicker and hopefully be a
little more spectacular, rimming a young boy while it happened might do the
trick.

"Oh man you're gonna lick his asshole?" Wyatt asked in a voice that clearly
showed his opinion of the whole ordeal and even stopped stroking and
playing with me for a brief moment.

"It's really clean Cass, I took a shower before I met you guys in the
park." Tavin turned around and got onto his hands and knees then moved his
ass back toward my face. I peeled his cheeks open and spied my target, the
muscle being slightly lighter in color. His nuts hung down like newly
formed green apples so I started by licking the sensitive underside,
shoving the sac of small eggs around with my tongue.

"Shit that tickles," Tavin moaned but didn't take them away. I'd inhaled
deeply and got a slight odor of Irish Spring then took a tentative swipe
across his hole, decided it was safe, then dove in. Nothing was safe from
my probing tongue; I completely washed his entire hole and at least and
inch around it in every direction including a return trip down onto his
balls. I noticed Tavin's moans stop and Wyatt start moaning and it didn't
take much to figure out that, given the position that we were in, Tavin was
most likely sucking the 13 year olds dick. I felt my body gearing up for an
explosion and stopped what I was doing long enough to tell the boys. I went
back to licking Tavin's tight little hole and before I knew it I was there.

I pushed my face into Tavin's ass, worked at trying to crawl up inside his
tight young body tongue first as I began to cum and while I couldn't see it
of course; it sure felt like a winner. I had to stop working on Tavin in
order to moan and groan and Oh God, as jet after jet of sperm shot out of
my body. My head had rolled off to one side and looking up I could see my
cum on Tavin's shoulder blade, the white gooey substance standing out
against his darker skin.

Like all orgasms mine was over too soon and I reflected for a moment how
lucky a male pig is in that his orgasm lasts about 30 minutes, or so I've
heard. Wyatt finally let go of my dick which, didn't fall but rested
against Tavin's upper arm and the dark skinned cutie didn't seem to be
moving. I figured that young Wyatt must still be fucking the boy's mouth
but since Tavin's body had lowered itself I couldn't really see around his
legs. I gently pushed on his left leg and he lifted it, rather like a dog
pissing and I slithered my way out from beneath him, Wyatt cooperating by
lifting his weight up off my leg. Sure enough, Tavin was still has his lips
wrapped around Wyatt's cock and the cute young teen had his hands along
side the boy's head to keep him in place. To make things a little hotter I
could see my sperm splattered on Tavin's neck along with thee 3 inch gash
of white on his shoulder blade.

"Oh man Tavin I'm gonna cum again," Wyatt told the younger boy who kept
right doing what he was doing. I got along side of Tavin and reached
underneath him to take hold of his stone hard cock and began jacking him
off. I kept the pressure of my thumb and forefinger on his cock head so his
foreskin sliding back and forth over his sensitive flesh would bring him
off quicker. What I wanted to do was get behind the boy and drive my cock
deep into his ass but I couldn't bring myself to do it, at least without
some lube. I did however run a finger through the sperm on his shoulder
then reached behind him and slipped the finger inside of him and began
finger fucking him.

Wyatt started moaning, his eyes seemed to roll back into his head and he
slowed down, fucking his cock into Tavin's mouth a little slower. Obviously
the boy was shooting his warm young sperm into Tavin's mouth. Wyatt finally
pulled away, the movement on his sensitive after cum cock head was too
much. No sooner had he back away than Tavin said,

"Faster Cass, I'm gonna cum." I shoved my finger in as far as it would go
and concentrated on his little prostate as I a little more speed to his
cock and about ten seconds later he squealed like a little girl as I felt
his asshole constrict against my finger. I kept it up a little longer until
he told me he as done so I let go of his dick and slowly pulled my finger
out of his asshole. It hadn't been the most comfortable position in the
world but it did the trick for the boy. Tavin rolled onto his back, panting
like a racehorse and I then saw the extent of ejaculation. I hadn't felt a
great deal of my cum on my own body because most of it had gone on
Tavin's. The front of his left shoulder and that side of his neck had taken
the brunt, the white streaks of cooling sperm making quite a mess on his
smooth young body.

"I don't see any cum Tavin," Wyatt stated and the young boy explained that
he wasn't making sperm yet. Wyatt got a perplexed expression on his face
and I explained that younger boys felt the feelings of an orgasm even
though there was no liquid. Wyatt allowed as how he wished that he'd known
that when he was younger. I nodded my head. Don't we all.

Tavin finally settled down then said that he needed to take a shower and
since my cum was running down his torso I agreed with him. All I needed was
a washcloth after which Wyatt and I sat naked on the carpet and chatted.

"That was fucking hot," the cute young teen said and I had to agree with
him. It had been hot for me so I could only imagine how he'd felt. I was
wondering just where we would go from there considering how assertive Tavin
had been when Wyatt put voice to my thoughts.

"Do you think he'll let us fuck him Cass?" I shrugged my shoulders and said
it was possible. Wyatt squeezed on his half softened cock at the idea of
losing his virginity in the dark skinned boy's tight little ass. Of course
I was more interested in fucking Wyatt. I was going to ask him how he felt
about having a cock in his ass when Tavin came out of the bathroom wiping
his body down with a towel.

"I'm getting hungry how about you guys?" I could stand to eat something and
Wyatt said that now that Tavin mentioned it he was sort of hungry too. "Can
you buy us lunch Cass?' the boy asked and I nodded my head. I also had to
pick up my cat before 4 and that posed a dilemma as I wanted to keep things
going.

"How do you guys feel about coming to my house?" I asked then explained my
pussy situation. They looked at each other, Wyatt actually smiled, and they
both nodded their heads.