Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2006 11:15:54 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Flat Bellied Boy pt. II Chapter I We didn't talk for a good three minutes. I could have but I'd learned long ago that silence was okay and I wasn't one of those people that needed some kind of interaction going on all the time. If I were then I'd have chosen a different profession. No, if Mason needed to talk, to process, to vent or whatever he'd do it in his own time. And of course he did. "Ya know Jon I really liked being with you like that this afternoon. I like how we are right now, just hanging out and talking and its okay that we don't have clothes on either. But I guess what I don't know is if I want to do it again, the sex stuff I mean." He seemed to be struggling a little bit and as much as I wanted to jump in and help him out, I didn't. This was something that he needed to figure out on his own, just like the zillion other boys who've been in the same situation have done, were doing, and would do, as long as man and boykind were on the planet. "Don't get me wrong," he finally said, "Oh man I loved having you hold me and touch me and jack me off and I loved watching you do it too. It was the hottest. I guess I just need to figure stuff out." He was quiet again and we sat like that for another few minutes before I decided to toss in my two cents worth. "You know Mason," I said quietly, "you're going through the same thing that most boys go through at some point in their teenage years. You're caught between the fantastic feelings of sexual activity with another human being and what it might mean, especially since it's with another male. And you're right, you do need to figure it out and you will, almost every boy does. So, what can I do to help?" He looked at me and started to say something and I held my hand up. "I'll tell you what I can and will do." "First of all I'd be a liar if said that the time we spent together today wasn't fantastic and that you aren't the hottest thing I've been with in a long time. I'd be a liar if I said that I didn't want to do it again. And again. And again." He smiled at that and I went on. "But I'm going to leave that all up to you. Just like today, anything sexual that happens between us will be your decision totally. You will decide the when and the what. I am willing to help you explore your sexuality to whatever degree you wish and I will commit to you right now that unless I'm on my death bed, I will never refuse you. But you're going to have the responsibility of communicating your needs and desires to me though because I'm not a mind reader. Okay? That means you have to be clear about it. You know I like to roam around my house nude and if you want to be naked around me that's fine and I won't take that as some sort of hint that you want to play unless you do or say something that confirms that. Am I making sense?" "Yeah," he said nodding his head, "just cause I get a hard on doesn't mean you're gonna jump my bones, I'm gonna have to either tell you to do something with it or put it in your hand. Or your mouth," he added with a laugh. I nodded my head, "And I'm not trying to influence you either Mason, I just want you to be comfortable, ya know." He got up and came over to me, took my hand and pulled, indicating that he wanted me to stand. When I did he enveloped me in a hug, a tight one at that, and just held me. I was very conscious of the fact that our cocks were pressed against each other and it was a testimony to my will power and life experiences that I stayed soft. "I'm really glad that I met you Jon. I really needed someone like you in my life, still do. I know it's all gonna work out one way or another. I'm very grateful that you're such a patient man." He pulled out of the hug then leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you Mason," I said softly, "that means a lot to me and for what it's worth I'm really glad I get to be a part of your life. Except for the next few hours," I added in a more serious tone. "I have a script treatment that I have to get finished so I'm going to go into my office and do just that. You're welcome to hang out, watch TV, go work out in my gym, go skate and come back, whatever you want to do." "Can I take Pepper out Jon?" I nodded my head told him that was a grand idea, to go ahead and run him through his paces and feel free to walk him. Mason had seen most of Pep's tricks and the dog proved willing to follow the boy's commands when Mason had given them. "If you can be back here in a couple of hours I'll take you to lunch." The boy readily agreed so we headed into the house, me for my study and Mason upstairs to get dressed and as I watched him walk in front of me I felt my heart, along with my cock, twitch at the sight of his deliciously slender little butt. The kid was a winner there was no doubt about that. I went to my study, fired up the computer and ninety minutes later had completed the project I was working on. I printed it and put it into an overnight FedEx package, taken from a stash I kept on hand, then went upstairs to shower and get dressed. I came out of the shower to find Mason sitting on the chair in my dressing area and as I went about drying myself off, covering up seemed a moot point, I asked how things had gone. He replied that Pepper had done great and it had been a lot of fun playing with him. I was sure that the dog had a blast with Mason. I just didn't get around to actually playing and roughhousing with Pepper as much as I'd like to. I whipped the towel around and dried my back off, the movement causing my cock to swing back and forth which was not at all lost on the cute boy sitting less than five feet from me and making no bones about watching my groin. "Do you shave down there Jon?" he asked. I nodded my head and said that I did and he asked why. I told him I liked the look and that guys I'd been with liked it as well. "Don't you worry about cutting your balls with the razor or something?" he asked and I chuckled and said that I was pretty careful. He seemed to mull on that as I hung up my towel then went about pulling some white cotton boxer briefs from my drawer. "I guess it does look kind of hot. Kinda makes your cock look bigger too. Do you like those underwear Jon? I've always wondered how they felt." I told him I did and that although my waist was bigger than his, he was still more than welcome to try on a pair anytime he wished. I finished dressing, using the tan cargo shorts and polo shirt that I'd worn earlier and eschewing socks because I chose to wear sandals. Downstairs I grabbed the package and we headed out to the garage where I elected to drive the Dodge Crossfire. The car was my one real leap into the sporty type of world. I enjoyed it a great deal and driving it was a blast. "You must be pretty rich Jon," Mason commented as he caught a glimpse of the vehicles parked in the three bay garage; the Crossfire, a late model midsized Dodge truck, and the year old Infinity Q35. "I wouldn't say rich Mason but I'm certainly not worried about where my next meal is gonna come from." In fact I guess I was rich, given the aforementioned treasure trove that I'd gotten with the house. Aside from the antiques there were paintings stored in the attic in slender weather proof tubes. Some of the names of the artists I didn't recognize but Kandinsky and Chagal I definitely did. I soon learned about Stolyarenko, Malevich, Lissitzky among others and while some of the collection was prints, there were also some original paintings. Amongst the things that I'd found were some letters, written in Russian which I'd taken to a cousin of mine who'd married a Russian immigrant. The man translated the letters for me, most of which were mostly chatty but also guarded. As much as could be gleaned it appeared that the writer had sent his wife and three very young daughters to America just weeks before the October Revolution of the early 20th century. There were veiled references to the paintings, asking that the recipient "take good care of the children's drawings." Apparently some of the paintings had been sent over time and it sounded as though the writer actually knew some of the artists. There were still things in the attic that I hadn't gone through so who knew what else lurked up there. Out in traffic I went straight to FedEx and unloaded the manuscript then headed downtown to a little Italian place that I liked. Talk over lunch was light and non goal oriented with Mason being as animated as he'd ever been. It remained that way over the following week. Mason continued to come to my home or we'd run into each other at the vacant lot next door and still end up in my kitchen for a cold drink, snack or lunch. He continued to do what he'd always done and so I was given ample opportunity to feast my eyes on his partially exposed torso, the flat tanned expanse of belly that I'd first seen. I also got glimpses of his butt whenever he was hunkered down to pet the dog or tie a shoelace or for whatever other reason. I don't think that there was any difference in that behavior at all, in other words, he didn't do it with any more or less frequency that he had before. The only difference was my perception because I'd seen the entire package so that memory completed in my mind what the boy wasn't showing me in reality. I chose not to run around naked in my house either, not wanting to put any kind of undue pressure, influence, or other negative vibe on the boy. Of course Mason commented on that. "I thought you like being naked in your house Jon," he commented one day as we sat sipping soda on the back veranda. I explained the undue pressure piece and he commented that he wouldn't consider it being pressured. "I would also feel a little uncomfortable wandering around naked with you in the house fully clothed." He smiled and said he understood that completely then added with a slight leer, "Of course, I don't mind looking at your body. It's kina hot." At the time he was sitting without a shirt on, his entire upper torso completely bare. That, coupled with the fact that he was sitting in a typical teenage boy fashion with his long legs stretched out in front of him, gave me more that my usual view because the waistband of his jeans were lower. And, like so many thin boys, when he sat like that the waistband of his pants weren't loose against his body but sort of raised up off of it so you could see down inside and a casual glance allowed me to see the very beginnings of his pubic hair. I would have loved to have knelt between his legs, unsnapped and unzipped his worn blue jeans and pulled his cock out for fresh air; and a tongue bath of course. "Now I feel a little guilty that I'm stopping you from being comfortable I your own house," he said. I assured him that he needn't feel guilty at all. "Still," he said then stood up, unsnapped his jeans, pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them and stood facing me for just a moment. I reveled in the sight of him barely three feet from my face. His young cock was in total repose, the head fully covered by his foreskin, the smooth bag of his balls hanging low and easy between his thighs. His nest of black pubic hair was mashed flat from his jeans but his nuzzling the medium sized patch with his finger tips sort of fluffed it up a bit. "That better," he asked with a smile and scratched under his balls. There's something about that, when first getting naked, the urge to scratch one's balls. I dunno. "Much," I said, standing up and doing the same thing the boy had done while he sat back down and watched me with casual interest while he sipped his Coke. "I really do like looking at your body," he said after I'd sat down. "Yeah, well I feel pretty much the same way Mason." He wanted to know if that was normal, enjoying looking at naked guys. I told him it depended on a lot of things but that in my humble opinion, guys looked at or at least paid attention to other guys. "We're mostly always comparing in one way or another Mason and our bodies are part of that. I wish my stomach looked like yours. I admire it a great deal as I've never had one so I say that from an aesthetic standpoint and not a gay one. As we talked he absently played with himself; tugging on his balls, moving his cock around or squeezing it or some other activity. I didn't think he was intentionally trying to get hard but of course that was the end result. Seeing that made mine twitch just a little. "Oh jeez," he said looking down at his fully engorged cock, the head poking out from beneath his foreskin. "Yeah well it'll do that when you keep poking at it," I said with a smile. He told me he hadn't done anything for a couple of days. I told him he was more than welcome to use the bathroom. "Do you have a porno or something Jon?" "Not in the bathroom," I responded and he laughed. I said that I did but that it was all gay and he said he didn't care. Amazingly he'd never seen a porno movie of any kind. I stood up and Mason followed suit, rock hard young cock standing proudly at attention. "Come on," I said. He followed me upstairs to my bedroom where I pulled out a DVD and slipped into the player and turned on the fifty inch wall hung plasma screen and started to leave the room. "Where you going Jon, aren't you going to do it with me?" I told him that it hadn't occurred to me and he said he would feel better if I joined him. How could I refuse an invitation to jack off with a cute young teenage boy? I couldn't. I wouldn't. Mason had sat down on the small settee in my sitting room and when I moved to sit in an easy chair he patted the seat next to him and asked me to sit there. Okay. Mason went about slowly tugging on his balls and slowly stroking his cock or squeezing it, over all just keeping a hand busy on his boyhood parts. I sat down and began working on my own anatomy. Needless to say the situation lent itself to a rapid inflation of my cock. "I can't get over how big you are," Mason said, looking over and down at me. Overall I think he spent at least as much time watching me as he did the action on the screen which, appropriately enough, was a hot young guy jacking off. I did the same thing since I'd seen the film quite a few times. Like many guys Mason went through a variety of motions; stroking one minute, holding down at the base of his cock while squeezing his other fist over the swollen head the next minute, reversing his grip, tickling his fingers on the sensitive underside of the head. Most boys learned what felt good pretty early in the game and Mason was no exception. I was dying to introduce him to his prostate, assuming that he hadn't discovered it already, but as I'd said, that was all up to him; it was all going to happen according to his schedule and for the moment it appeared that simple masturbation was what he was interested in. "Oh man Jon, it's hot being here, watching you beat off and doing it with you," he said as his breathing began to come quicker. Again, I was sitting to his left so had an unobstructed view of the boy loving himself. I watched as he got closer, tightening his muscles and his belly convulsing as the feelings roared through his fourteen year old body. And then he was there. "Oohh god," he groaned. We both watched as his cock head spit out the first jet which landed at his nipple. Satisfied that he'd witnessed the initial sperming, his head fell backwards and he stroked faster. I watched, mesmerized as his body gave up pulse after pulse of cum, leaving a trail of splatters from his belly button to his nipple. Fuck, it was so hot that it helped me get to my orgasm. I had staved it off so that Mason could watch, hoping that he'd want to. "Oh fuck Mason, here I go," I moaned as I felt the swelling and tickling and then my cock erupted. Like Mason, I watched the first shot then looked over at him and the slow moving hand on his teenage pride and joy as my balls turned loose a veritable flood of white goo. "Oh man I can't believe how much stuff you make Jon," he said as my cock finally slowed to an ooze. Yeah, well he wasn't the first person to make that observation. We both just sat there panting as cum dripped off of our purplish cock heads onto our bellies, hands resting on the sofa, neither of us touching our dicks. On the screen the scene had changed to two guys who were just finishing a deep throated kiss and we watched as that cut away to them doing a side ways sixty nine. "What's it like kissing a guy?" I told him that when your eyes were closed, unless the guy had facial hair, lips were lips and that guys lips were as soft as girls. He seemed to mull that over. "And sucking on a cock," He added. "Well, I don't know how to describe that Mason except that it's fun doing it and getting it done." He absently played with his balls, or rather the skin of his smooth bag, pulling on it gently. His cock was softening, lolled off to one side, resting on a hip, the head having crept about half back inside its covering. I loved looking at his body and could have stayed there for hours gazing at it, admiring the creases and bulges and smooth tight skin. The fact of the matter was that my cum was both cooling and running and since I hadn't showered that morning I figured that should be my next endeavor. "Oh man that's sorta gross," Mason exclaimed and I looked at the screen even though I knew he was referring to rimming. Sure enough, one guy's face was buried in the other guy's smooth asshole, licking and slurping his way to heaven while his partner moaned. "Yeah, a lot of guys think that same thing until they have it done Mason and then it's a different story. I've gotta shower, your welcome to join me if you want, other wise clean up however you want to." I stood up and headed to the bathroom. Mason stood right behind me and followed suit. "You mean you've done that Jon, licked a guy's asshole?" he asked as we headed toward the shower, a rather skeptical tone to his voice. "Sure, it's great having it done and doing it. I must have been your age the first time it happened and I've been a believer ever since. The key for me is that the area be fully cleansed first. Some guys like a little sweat and musky flavor, not me. But fully cleaned and rinsed it's hygienically safe. It's not a gay thing either, the asshole I mean. Once a straight guy discovers the pleasures to be found down there they become believers as well." I got the water where I liked it and moved under the spray then moved aside to let Mason wet himself down. "There's a great many things that couples can do together Mason that are both safe and fun and once you've gotten a little older and tried some of them you'll discover just what I'm talking about." We were both using the liquid body soap and going about the standard cleansing rituals. "Back washing is one of those things so if you want, turn around and I'll do yours for you." Mason was all for that and turned around to face a wall. As I went about soaping him and rubbing him down we continued to talk. "So are you gonna be my teacher Jon?" he asked as I started to massage his shoulders. I told him that was his decision to make and that I would be honored but who ever he chose to teach him anything, they should be someone he could trust not to hurt him or lead him astray. "God that feels good," he moaned as I worked my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders and then down his spine. He had leaned forward to brace himself against the wall, his legs spread slightly and his butt pushed out. "I trust you Jon," he said and I thanked him for it as I approached the twin orbs of his slender butt. Oh man did I want to have a meal in there, not to mention burying my cock between the firm fleshy muscles. "You've got a terrific butt, you know that Mason," I told him as I soaped and rubbed the orbs, pulling them gently apart in the process. I decided to take a risk but asked first. "Would you like to me wash inside there?" He hadn't cleansed there yet and it needed to be done and since I was already there. "Sure, I guess, I mean if you want to." Oh I wanted to alright. I applied a liberal amount of soap to my fingers then started about the middle of his gluteal cleavage and quickly went down and in. Mason had spread his legs ever further to allow me access but I pulled one cheek open slightly anyway. My fingers grazed across the puckered muscle at his core a couple of times as I soaped the area then my finger tips concentrated on it, moving back and forth and the very tip of one slipping just inside the ring. "Oh fuck," the boy moaned as I worked at his hole then moved my fingers back and forth from front to back again. On the forward motion my fingers pushed against the underside of his balls, moving them upward until they touched the eggs and on the third such trip forward I allowed my fingers to grasp onto the hanging sperm makers and tug slightly. Mason's breath was picking up speed and his moans became louder as I worked his tight little hole and his nuts. I finally stopped and pulled the detachable spray head down and rinsed him off, directing the spray up in side and using my fingers to get all the soap out. Of course the spray on the underside of his balls made him jump and giggle and turn away from the pressure of the water. He turned and leaned back against the wall, his cock full on hard and jutting up and away from his body. "Liked that huh?" I said nodding toward his rampant boy hood. He nodded his head and observed that I must have enjoyed it as well. I glanced down at my own fully engorged cock and told him that I did enjoy it but that bringing him pleasure was as much as a turn on for me as actually doing it. He asked if I wanted him to do my back and of course I agreed and of course what he did was mimic my actions including the washing of my asshole. "It's kinda fun washing in there too. I mean, it's weird feeling," he said when he was done, adding, "But I don't think I'm ready to put my tongue in there." "Well, maybe some day you'll let me put my tongue in there, then we'll see, how's that?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, maybe; meanwhile what are we gonna do with these?" he asked, grasping onto his own cock and stroking it a couple of times, "wanna teach me something new?" The smile on his face made him even cuter than he was normally, his straight white teeth all but gleaming against his darker skin tone and his hazel colored eyes twinkling. I did have something in mind and I told him so. I lathered my hands with the soap and spread it all over my belly, my stone hard cock and down onto my balls, the latter done just for the feeling and not for what I had intended. I then did the same to Mason, using one hand to tug on his sperm makers, pulling the foreskin back as making the skin of his hard cock taut before sliding my soapy tightened fist up over the head. The young teen gasped at the feelings and sagged a little bit then commented on how much better that felt having me do it than when he did it to himself. Once we were both slimed up I pulled him to me and put my hands on his glorious ass and held him tight then undulated against him. "Oh my," he said, putting his arms around my neck to help hold himself in place as he resisted my pressure, pushing his hips against me. I pushed back up against the wall and began rubbing against him, our hard cocks pressed against each other between our slippery bellies. Our faces were only inches apart and we simply stared into each other eyes as we simulated fucking. Mason's eyes were half closed and an equally half smile played across his lips as he pushed against me, our cocks slipping and sliding against each other. I leaned my head forward and kissed the soft crook of his neck, tenderly at first and then with pressure. "Oh Jesus," he gasped and his body shivered in my arms. I sucked and kissed on his neck, pushed my cock harder against his belly, undulating my hips and causing both cocks to move up and down in the simulated slippery sheath of our stomachs. "Oh God Jon," he moaned softly, his arms tight on my neck and holding me against him. I could feel my balls begin to boil, knew that it wouldn't be long before I was ready to cum. I enjoyed frottage immensely and hadn't done it for awhile so reached my heat level pretty quickly. Mason was right there with me. "Oh FUCK," he groaned and pushed hard against me, moving his hips side ways while he humped his cock into me. That was about all it took for me to orgasm as well. Mason's body shuddered against me as my own body began its orgasmic convulsions. I practically sunk my mouth into his neck as I pulled his firm little butt as tightly as I could while pushing him against the shower wall, my groin pushing into his and mashing our cocks against each other and our bellies. My cock oozed a good six jets of cum before it slowed down and as it did, I did. Instead of gripping Mason's butt I began rubbing it, moving my hands all over the smooth skin, gently pulling the orbs apart and letting them fall back together. I finally had to pull my hands loose as Mason relaxed his weight back against the wall but kept rubbing gently up and down his hips and thighs, my fingers trailing across the last remaining evidence of his fall from the week before. "That was fucking incredible Jon," he finally said. Our faces were still within a foot of each other and for a moment Mason's eyes roamed over mine but kept coming back to my lips. I knew what was going through his adolescent mind and he eventually reached a conclusion. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It was a short peck, less than two seconds, but apparently long enough for him to comment that I was right, they were soft. I pulled back from him then re soaped my body and his and cleaned the sticky goo off before rinsing us both off and leaving the shower. Mason had commented about we'd done and I explained it to him, what it was called, and that it could also be done in bed using lube. He said that sounded interesting which led me to believe that the experience might be looming in our future together. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," he said as we were getting dressed downstairs, "my grandmother would like to meet you. I told her that I spend a lot of time with you. She said that she's been quite impressed with what you've done with the house so that gives her two reasons to "make your acquaintance" as she puts it." "That's more than fine with me Mason, why don't you invite her down tomorrow for coffee." He said that she would probably love that and that he'd ask her and call me later. I'd given him my phone number early on but until then he'd not seen any reason to use it. After Mason left I reflected on the small turn of events. I was planning on spending a few days in Los Angeles as a movie I'd worked on was premiering and I had other things that needed to be taken care of. I'd been considering asking Mason if he'd like to go since he seemed to be free of other obligations. Meeting his grandmother would certainly be a big step toward making that a possibility. Chapter II Meet her I did. A rather small woman in her mid seventies, Harriet was a nice enough lady, clearly not very educated or sophisticated, which was fine. She'd appeared to have gussied herself up for our soiree, wearing a nice summer print dress, make-up, and what looked like a wig of a medium ash brown color. She was one of those older women who clutched her purse straps with both hands at that undeterminable spot below her breasts and above her waist, something the Freudians would most likely have plenty to say about. She wore open toed sandals which made it much easier to climb the stairs and she clucked and ooh'd and aah'd as we toured the house. Of course Mason was practically apoplectic as we entered the master suite but I reassured him with a hand wave behind his grandmother's back. "It's been awhile since a lady has graced my boudoir Harriet," I said smoothly as we entered the sitting area and she giggled like a school girl. I elected to not take her any further into my room, allowing her to glance around from where she stood, then ushered her out almost as quickly as I'd ushered her in. The relief in Mason's body language was so visible that it could have been read by Ray Charles. Out on the veranda I served fresh brewed coffee from Ethiopian beans along with little Russian tea cakes that had been baked that morning at a bakery I favored. Pepper had been out back and of course joined us as we sat down. Mason asked if he could show his grandmother some of Peppers tricks and of course I allowed him to and of course she was thrilled to no end. So was the dog. We swapped the usual personal information and since I had worked in the industry Harriet was interested in which movie stars I'd met and that sort of thing and of course she was suitably impressed. Mason got bored and took pepper out in the yard to play. During a lull in the conversation she said she needed to thank me, which of course almost floored me. She went on to explain that Mason seemed to be benefiting a great deal from his association with me. While he'd always been fairly positive around her he seemed to be even better and his moods swings were totally gone whereas before it seemed like the littlest things set him off. He seemed happy. "It's all due to you Jon," she insisted, "I know it is. He talks about you quite a bit you know which was why I was glad that you invited me down today because I felt that it was high time that I met you." I nodded my head in understanding. She went on. "I'm really too old to be raising a teenager, let alone a boy, although Mason's father was never any problem as a child. I don't understand what his mother sees in that asshole; pardon my French, that she married. They came up and visited one weekend, stayed in a motel but I tell you he was just way too hard on Mason. And the very idea that Mason might be a homosexual, why my Lord that's the most preposterous thing I've ever heard of. Homosexual indeed," she huffed. She rambled on a little more in the same vein, putting down Mason's stepfather then went back to my being such a positive influence on the boy, "maybe even a, whaddayacallit, replacement father." "Surrogate father," I suggested to which she nodded her head and went on. Since she seemed to be in a mood to extol my virtues I figured that was as good a time as any to ask her about taking Mason on a week long trip with me to LA so I asked. I explained that I hadn't even asked Mason because if he couldn't go it would just disappoint him and he'd had enough of that. I explained that I would be attending a premier which of course excited her to no end. I figured that if I'd offered to take her she'd have raced home and packed a bag. "Well I suppose it would be alright. I should call his mother and ask her though," the old woman said reflectively. "I can understand your thoughts on that Harriet but do you think that's a wise idea. I mean, might not the asshole, you should pardon my French, suspect that Mason might be taking up with an adult homosexual?" It was clear that the notion had never crossed the old lady's mind because when I mentioned it her eyes got as big as saucers. "Why I never thought of that. It's ridiculous of course. I know you're not a homosexual, I can spot one a mile away." "Well thank you for your confidence but that guy is still likely to jump to conclusions. I would really like for Mason to be able to have this experience Harriet. I think it would be good for him." I didn't feel like I was playing Mason's grandmother because I truly believed what I'd told her. I would bet even money that the jerk would jump to the conclusion I stated and get Mason's mother to quash the trip. "Hhmmm, I see your point and you're right of course. I think that the trip would do him a world of good too Jon so perhaps we'll just keep it between us." I thanked her and she waved it off, adding, "You a homosexual, the very idea," she as though I might just as well have wings sprouting out of my back. Considering that I was going to be spending a week alone with her cute as all hell grandson, I might well have had horns sprouting, but not from my back. "Who's a homosexual?" Mason asked, having come through the door at just the right time. "Oh nothing Mason, nothing at all," she said as she stood up, "I should get going, wouldn't want to miss my soap." I escorted them both to the front door; Mason choosing to go home with her out of politeness saying that he might come back down later if that was okay. I assured him that it was okay. Mason did elect to come back down later and almost as soon as he came in the front door he asked me about the trip I was taking. I guess Harriet felt the need to impress her young grandson with the notion that she and I had a more than just casual chat. "My grandmother said you're taking a trip Jon. Where are you going?" I was glad that Harriet left me at least some thunder. I explained that I was flying to LA for business what would include attending a movie premier and that I would be gone for a week. In his usual manner, Mason had a hand up his shirt rubbing his upper chest and in the process allowing me yet another look at his torso. I have to say that I didn't think that I would ever tire of that view and even though I'd seen him fully naked, seeing him that way highlighted that part of him that was so appealing to me. I could look at his taut smooth skin for hours, reveling in the sight of the beginning of his V and dreaming of where it led to, even though I had already been there, his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Well, tube of gold. God he was a sight and I felt my cock stir as I tried to refocus on what he was saying. ".. Miss you Jon. We been together every day for almost a month it seems like. Gosh it's gonna be boring as all hell." He had a look of disappointment on his face that made me feel just a little guilty, but not too much. "So when will you leave and how long will you be gone," he asked. "Well," I said, drawing it out longer than I really needed to, "I thought we'd leave day after tomorrow." "Oh, so soon, gosh I" . he stopped, paused, then went on. "You said we; is someone going with you?" The look on his smooth young face was one of curiosity but also a certain sadness I thought. I didn't get a chance to answer right away because he went on. "Do you want me to watch Pepper for you while you're gone Jon or is he going with you? Need me to watch the house or take care of the gardens and stuff?" I shook my head. "No, I'm going to board Pepper in a kennel. He's used to it, he'll be okay." Of course Mason commented that wouldn't it be better if Pepper had company, that he would be more than happy to watch the dog for me. "Well I appreciate that Mason but you can't hardly watch Pepper if you're with me in LA," I said with a perfectly straight face. He didn't get it right away and when he did, the look on his face was like a short series of expressions starting with confusion, then understanding, then elation, followed by disappointment or sadness. The expressions were accompanied with words as the boy processed it all within about fifteen seconds. "Oh man, I can go with you?" Happiness followed by sadness and, "Oh man Jon my grandmother won't let me go and even if she did she'd have to call my mom and you know Dick the dick will talk mom out of it." "Well, Harriet and I talked about that and she isn't going to bring it up to your mother so unless you don't want to go." I left the sentence trailing. His answer was to be in my arms hugging me in less time than it takes to type out the telling of it. "You mean it Jon? I can really go with you?" I put my arms around him and held him. "Yup, that's what it means Mason," I whispered in his ear, "That's exactly what it means." By unspoken mutual consent we broke off the hug. Mason had a tear in his eye that he wiped off; rather unselfconsciously I thought. "I'm sorry Jon; it's just that life's been kinda shitty since my dad left four years ago. Nobody's done much for me. I mean my grandma's pretty nice and all letting me stay with her but, well, you know what I mean." I did know what he meant and I told him so adding, "Okay but you have to understand that part of this trip is business for me so you will be spending some time alone unless I can figure out a way to keep you occupied and to that end I have some ideas." "Okay, whatever you say Jon, I'm just glad to be able to go with you." He was pensive for a moment then asked, "What should I take for clothes? What will we be doing?" As usual we'd ended up out on the veranda, the cooler part of the house where Mason sat, legs stretched out and shirt up gently patting his belly. "Well for starters you'll need a swim suit, second, some nice slacks and a button down shirt and dress shoes, or at least shoes that are in a little better shape than those," I said, nodding at his feet then ending with, "I don't suppose you have a tux?" The poor kid's face fell clear to the floor. He sucked his legs up close to the chair and crossed his arms over his chest; purely unconscious defensive moves. I felt bad. I got up and went straight to his chair and squatted down in front of him. "I'm only messing with you Mason. I know that you probably don't have any of those things and certainly not a tux; not very many men keep those in the closet. We'll both get fitted for tuxes as soon as we get there. As for the other clothes we'll probably be eating in some restaurants that have a dress code so we'll have to go buy you some things that will get you in the front door." It took a moment before he allowed the scowl on his face to be replaced with a smile. "You had me scared for a minute Jon." I apologized then stood up. "So unless you have something else planned how about if we go shopping?" He seemed a little reluctant and when I asked him why he sort of hemmed and hawed, seemingly not sure how to say what he wanted to say so I said it for him. "Look, you're probably thinking something along the lines of how much it's going to cost, how you could never pay me back or any number of variations on that theme. So let me be clear Mason. I'm doing it because I like to. I have plenty of money and very little family to spend it on. I know that your mother isn't sending a lot of money to your grandmother and she couldn't afford to spend a lot of money on you either. So, we're going to go buy you some clothes. You are going to help pick things out and you're not going to worry about the cost. Okay?" He nodded his head so I stepped back to give him room to stand up. The shopping trip was mostly uneventful. There were a couple of upscale men's shops in town and we visited both of them, picking out two pairs of dress pants, one black one dove gray, with belt to match. Add four dress shirts and a tie that would go with all of them, a universal sports jacket and we were good to go; which we did, after we got him a pair of dress shoes and socks to go with them. The next stop was a department store that carried a lot of Tommy Hilfiger wear that provided us with casual wear: new jeans in both long and short leg and a couple of more casual button down shirts and a pair of board shorts for the pool. The jockey store provided us with underwear. Now that was interesting. Mason generally didn't wear underwear because he liked not wearing them. He admitted that it felt sexy going without them and having gone through that phase myself I could understand that. The other problem was, according to Mason, he'd outgrown what underwear he did have. He tried on boxer briefs and didn't like them all that much. He tried on some bikini style briefs, liked them and asked me how they looked on him. Fucking great is what they looked like on him. He tried on boxers and said he kinda liked those as well. I had gone into the dressing room with him, at his request of course, so went through the entire process of getting undressed, putting on one pair, taking them off, trying on another and so on. He elected to go through the process without another stitch of clothing on so that he could see how he looked in the mirror. When it was all said and done he stood there, holding each one and looking them over, stark naked the entire time. I was starting to get a woody over the whole thing and told him so and of course it wouldn't do but what he had to swing his little butt in circles, which caused his cock to fly about as well. "Look, go ahead and take some of each if you want to Mason, they come two to a pack but I swear I'm tempted to just drop down and suck your cock right here," I said in a whisper. He laughed, pulled his jeans back on and we headed out where the boy picked out 3 packages each of boxers and bikini briefs as well as a package of white wife beater undershirts. In the car on the way home he started laughing and when I asked him what he was laughing about he said, "That was funny what you said in the dressing room about sucking my cock. Would you ever do something like that?" I asked him if he meant his cock specifically or a cock in general and he said in general. "Oh heck yes, in fact I have actually." His face registered a look of surprise at my disclosure and of course he wanted to know about it. I told him it was with someone that I'd been seeing for a couple of months and we were in a similar situation and he got hard so I'd sucked his cock, with his permission of course," I added. I told him that the added danger of being caught sort of make the situation more hot. After two blocks of silence he said, "So what about my cock specifically?" I allowed for a moment of silence before going on. "Well if our relationship had progressed to that point and you were up for it, so to speak, I wouldn't hesitate." More silence, then, "Do you want to? Suck my cock I mean." I told him that I was more than willing to do that for him. "But do you want to?" He asked. The boy was putting me on the spot and I wondered just where the discussion was headed. "Yes Mason, I do. I would love to be able to share that experience with you," I said quietly. "Sometimes I want you to Jon, then sometimes I'm not so sure," he said in a voice as quiet as mine had been. I stopped for just a moment as my gates finished opening then drove in, heading for the open garage door. "Being unsure about something like that is normal Mason. It's a big decision but it will get figured out one way or the other; that I promise you." He nodded his head and as quiet as I pulled the car into its space and as I shut it off he started to say something then stopped. "What," I asked him and he shook his head saying it wasn't any of his business and I told him to go ahead and ask. "Well," he said slowly, "the other person that you were with, was it a boy, like me?" I wondered how long Mason might have been harboring that question, guessing that it would crop up sooner or later and I'd decided long before that if he ever asked I would be honest with him about my relationships. "Yes Mason, he was a boy, much like you." "What happened to him?" I asked what he meant although I knew what he meant and although I might never know for sure it may well have been one of the reasons Mason was being cautious about getting involved with me. I got out of the car, as did Mason, popping the trunk latch as I got out. "Justin, that was his name, found a boy closer to his own age and he gradually spent more time with the boy and eventually the sexual part of our relationship ended although we're still close friends." He seemed content with the answer and didn't pursue the topic any further, at least not at the moment. We took all the clothes upstairs to my room where we got all the tags and things off. I suggested that he leave the dress clothes at my place since we'd pack everything in my luggage but told him he could take any or the other things home if he wanted. He decided to leave everything since he'd only have to bring it back the next day. "Even the underwear?" I asked him with a smile. Mason allowed as how he probably should get used to wearing them again, that is if he was going to wear underwear during the entire week that we' d be gone. "Well you can wear them or not as you see fit Mason," I told him, "but I think that the slacks will fit a little better with underwear on." He nodded his head and without another word dropped his jeans and peeled off the t-shirt he was wearing. He stepped over to my bed where he picked up the dark blue striped pair of bikini briefs that he'd tried on and pulled them on. "Do you think I look good in them Jon?" he asked as he walked over to my full length mirror, made a few adjustments then turned and looked as his butt, which the garment made look even hotter, then turned back around and inspected the bulge at the front. "You look very good in them Mason," I said with conviction, then added with a leer, "You look good out of them too." He laughed, looked himself over again then came back toward me. "So which do you like best, in or out?" I told him that really depended on the circumstances, that if we were being sexy then he'd almost certainly have to be out of them but for the moment I was more than content to enjoy him in them." He smiled at me again and we went back to unwrapping, pulling tags and pins and putting all the discarded material in one of the shopping bags. Mason made no attempt to put more clothes on, choosing to remain in the bikini briefs and allowing me ample opportunity to continue to feast my eyes on his body. I knew that I had the patience of Job but I've gotta say, watching that boy move around with barely any clothes on and those he did have on enhancing his boyhood charms, did nothing for my heart or my cock. When he finally left to go home some thirty minutes later I was almost glad to see him go. I recognized that I was really getting a thing going for the boy. Mason didn't show up until after seven the following evening. He was staying at my house that night because we were leaving for the airport early the following morning, so he elected to spend the entire day with his grandmother since he was going to be gone for a week. All of it was fine with me as I had plenty to occupy my time, including getting Pepper to the kennel so when the boy finally showed up I ready to rest. I needed to take a shower as I'd spend time in the gardens and Mason stated that he probably should as well since he'd done practically the same thing, mowing his grandmothers lawn and other odd jobs around the house. Needless to say I offered to share my shower with him and of course Mason accepted. I smiled to myself as he stripped his jeans and t shirt off to reveal that he still had on the bikini briefs from the day before. He commented that he should probably wash them and since I was doing a load that evening I offered to do that for him as well. The shower was eventful only in that I got to wash his back, electing to do his butt cheeks but avoid the more personal cleansing of his asshole. He did the same for me and we both managed to get the job done without popping wood. Afterwards I started the laundry, made a huge batch of nachos and we watched a mindless action flick in my bedroom, that being the only TV in the house. After switching the laundry over to the dryer, I was ready for bed by nine fifteen. I gave Mason a choice of sleeping in a room of his own or bunking in my king sized bed with me. He didn't bat an eyelash and chose to sleep with me but didn't seem to inclined to take off the fresh pair of bikini briefs that he'd donned after our shower so I left my underwear on as well, climbing into my large bed from the other side. There was a very soft light in the room, cast through the gauze of my curtains from the streetlights outside. We talked, Mason having a slew of questions about our impending journey together. As we chatted softly, he had turned to face me, alternating between scrunching a pillow under his head with his arms around it or propped up on one elbow, or the in between position of his head propped up on an open hand. Somehow, over the space of ten minutes, he seemed to have inched closer to me so that we were only about eighteen inches apart. Since it was a warm June night we were only covered by a single sheet and that only from our waists down and of course when he was propped up I was presented with his torso, a view I doubt that I'd ever get tired of. When he lay on his back, the sheet bulged nicely right along with him. I was glad that he'd chosen that style of underwear for while boxers were often more comfortable, they didn't nothing for those of us who were a little voyeuristic. "You like the bikini briefs better than boxers," I commented during a lull in the conversation and after he'd reached down and adjusted himself over the sheet. He smiled and said that he did. "They're sort of sexy feelin and I like that part but I know that you sorta enjoy seeing me in them so that's another reason for wearin em." "I see," I responded with a smile. "So you like feeling sexy huh?" The boy shot me a big smile and nodded his head. "Yeah. I mean it happens a lot to me anyway but lately it seem to happen more and wearing these underwear seems to makes my stuff seem bigger and that makes it even more, what, intense or something." "Really?" I asked, not all that surprised. I remembered being Mason's age and the first time I put on a jock strap. Like any boy I was concerned with the development of my apparatus and wearing the jock the first few times made it look bigger, which made me feel horny and necessitated my taking the garment off and jacking off, although sometimes I left it on, pulling the pouch off to the side and doing the deed that way. Judging from the amount of pictures I'd seen on the internet as an adult it seemed as though I wasn't alone in those feelings or that behavior. "Yeah, like right now, just talking about it makes me get kinda tingly in my belly and even my balls. Why is that Jon?" He asked as he reached down and pressed his hands onto the aforementioned bulge. He was lying on his back so had full access to himself with both hands and didn't seem too inclined to remove them. I explained the physiological changes in his body and how lots of feelings were more intense and when our organs were restricted like that, pressure seemed to enhance those feelings and that a lot of men choose their underwear just for that reason "Just like when you squeeze your cock when it's soft Mason. It feels good but not nearly as much as when you're hard." "Like now," he said, pressing and squeezing himself. "You're hard now?" I asked, knowing full well that he most likely was. He nodded his head and pulled the sheet down to reveal that the bulge and changed from being a lump to more of a tubular shape as his cock had stretched off to the side facing me. He definitely filled them out and even in the soft light I could see the darker spot in the red cloth that marked his leakage. "They look ready to burst Mason," I said quietly, "May I? I asked, extending my hand toward him. He nodded his head, moved his hands away from his boyhood charms, and I rested my hand where his had vacated. He was as hard as any boy ever had been and I allowed myself to gently squeeze up and down the length of him before cupping his balls and giving them a little squeeze as well. "God your hand is so warm Jon. I like it when you touch me like that, it feels good," he said quietly, his eyes closed as though he were savoring the moment. "I think I'm ready, you know, for that other thing." "What's that Mason," I asked in a voice as quiet as his. "You know, to be sucked. I mean, if you want to, I think I want to try it." By way of an answer I moved closer then bent down and placed my mouth over the projection of his hard cock head and breathed out heavily, enveloping it warm breath. A loud moan from above me told me I was on the right track. I moved down the shaft doing the same thing, blowing hot air onto his sensitive flesh and even managed to do his balls. I took my mouth away and put my hand back, gave his cock some more firm squeezes then slipped my fingers down inside the waistband of his briefs and lifted up. Of course his cock, freed from containment, sprung up to its natural position, head pointing north. I leaned down and licked the exposed underside of his cock head, eliciting another moan, before I managed to get sit up and using my other hand pulled the fabric down while Mason lifted his slim little butt up off the mattress, doing his part to help the unclothing process. Once the underwear were past his cheeks he relaxed and I kept my eyes glued to his boyhood pride and joys as I pushed the red cloth past his knees, his ankles, and tossed the clothing to the floor. He really was magnificent to look at. His body was so firm and smooth, the whiteness from his waist down a contrast to his golden upper body. His cock rested there, hanging above his flat taut belly as though defying gravity, his smooth balls giving in to it and hanging low between equally smooth thighs, their weight giving the impression of acting as a counter balance to the thick hard cock above them. Small red veins were clearly visible, running all through his hairless boy bag. His foreskin was fully retracted, the swollen head almost purple from its tumescence, the shaft actually moving with each pulse of blood. I reached over grasped onto the hardened flesh and squeezed it gently then stroked it a few times, ever amazed as his foreskin slid up over the head and back down again. The tip of his cock was shiny from leaking precum and I leaned in and licked it off then proceed to run my tongue all over the perfectly shaped head. After a lap or two around the silky textured cap I opened my mouth and took him inside. I loved putting a boy's cock in my mouth for the first time, especially so if it was the boy's first time ever. I had been in the position more than a few times so when Mason gasped and his body went rigid for a moment I wasn't overly surprised. I held onto the shaft and gently stroked it while moving my head up and down, taking enough of his hard young cock into my mouth for the head to bounce off the back of my throat. After two or three such movements I slid his foreskin up to cover his cock head and explored it with my tongue, feeling the hole and putting the tip of my tongue inside, then pulling it up further with my lips and sort of sucking on the skin. I took it almost completely out of my mouth and when I slowly pulled the skin back down I slid my tightened lips just as slowly downward, recovering the head with lips and mouth as soon as his foreskin uncovered it. "Oh fuck Jon I'm gonna cum really fast," Mason moaned out. I could see no problem with that plan so after a few trips pretending that my lips were a foreskin I went back to sucking and stroking. His breathing was coming faster, his belly convulsing as his body moved into the last of the pre sperming stages. And then it there! His body tensed, his cock thickened in my mouth, he pushed his hips upward as though to stuff every inch of his teen age cock into the warm confines of my mouth and he cried out, all of it happening in the blink of an eye and my mouth was flooded with warm gooey boy sperm. "Oh God oh shit oh fuck," he moaned as his cock pulsed out jet after jet of cum which I did my ever lovin best to swallow as soon as it left his young body. Mason's body stayed tensed, slightly raised off of the bed, until after the sixth or seventh pulse then relaxed with a groan. I stopped the sucking motion and tongue action on his cock head knowing how sensitive he would be but I kept on stroking, milking his cock for every last drop of liquid that got stranded in the shaft after the initial spasms that forced the bulk of his reproductive juices up out of his body stopped. Finally even that was over and reluctantly I took my mouth away, although I continued to fondle him, causing him to giggle. Seems that Mason was one of those boys whose entire groin was sensitive after he came. I slid up along side of him, finally letting go of his cock and propped up on an elbow and looked down at him, my hand gently rubbing his chest. I just stayed there looking at him, his eyes closed, his breathing still somewhat rapid, and admired the smooth contours of his fourteen year old face. I could see the fine mist of hairs that were starting on his upper lip, still white and barely visible. He opened his eyes and smiled. "What?" he asked softly. "I was just thinking how fucking cute you are and how much I'd like to kiss you," I said softly. "Then you should Jon. I think I'd like that." I lowered my head and gently touched my lips to his and we both manipulated our mouths into a kiss. I wanted more and kept my head there, putting my mouth back against his after the first kiss, staying longer the second time. He put his arms around my neck and pulled me back for the third kiss, this time his mouth was open wider and the pressure he used told me that he too wanted more. I slipped my hand up under his arm and put my fingers against his smooth cheek about the same time I pushed my tongue tentatively forward as though testing the waters. Mason opened his mouth wider and let me in then pushed his tongue against mine. And then he surprised me. One minute I was on my side with my head bent down kissing him and in a flash he pushed me over onto my back and reversed the roles without breaking the kiss. No sooner was I on my back and I felt his hand grasping at my cock feeling and squeezing me, stroking my cock through my underwear. He was breathing heavily, as though he were in a state of advanced sexual stimulation which seemed unlikely since he'd cum barely four minutes before that. I was well aware of the recovery time for teenage boys but this seemed a little out there even for an adolescent. His cock was still rock hard, its presence against my hip providing that information. I didn't stop to dwell on it however as his hand seemed to be trying to get down in side my underwear and he still hadn't broken the goddamned kiss. I finally had to stop, not that I wanted to really, but I needed to catch my breath. And I wanted to be naked. I was a little curious as to just what Mason had in mind considering how aggressive he was being with my parts. "Here let me help you Mason," said, reaching down with my free hand to get my briefs off. Mason helped with his hand and between us we managed to free up my cock, which bounded out to greet him like a puppy dog. Once I was naked the boy's hand went right back to what it was doing, squeezing, fondling and tugging. "It's so hard Jon and it feels, I dunno, different somehow than mine does." He moved down closer to look at the object of his attention then said, "How do I do this Jon, suck on your cock?" I asked him if he was sure that was what he wanted to do and he nodded his head. "Yeah, I really do." I showed him how to cover his teeth and cautioned him against taking too much at one time or he'd choke. Since sucking was his goal that was what he went for. Eventually he'd learn licking and nuzzling and the myriad of other things one can do to someone's hard cock but Mason was all about sucking. And that's what he did. I almost melted when he first engulphed my cock head with his warm mouth, and I heard myself sigh as I closed my eyes and let my head rest back onto the pillow. My hand sought out Mason's back and I rubbed it gently, wanting to have as much body contact between us as possible. The boy did a credible job for his first time out of the gate. It wasn't the best blow job I'd ever had but it was from him and that made it a more than pleasurable experience. He tried to add a little tongue action to my cock head as he moved his own head back and forth and overall it was okay but like all new cock suckers his mouth got tired pretty quickly and he stopped. And like all new cock suckers he wanted to know if he did okay, asking the question as he moved back up into a position along side of me. "You did fine baby," I told him then leaned in and kissed him. "Are you gonna cum now? Do you want me to make you cum?" he asked, seemingly enthused by the idea of getting me off. The big problem of course was that it might take awhile if Mason jacked me off. On the other hand, one never knew so I made a suggestion. "Sure if you want to. What you might want to do though is use your lips and mouth on the just head of my cock, otherwise we might be here awhile. And maybe you could turn around so that I can get my hands on your cock, sort of maybe help things along." Mason smiled and turned so that we were in more of a head to toe configuration. His stuff wasn't close enough for me to suck on but I could look to my hearts content and fondle just as much. And I did both. For his part Mason took to the task like a duck to water, or a boy to cock, stroking my hard shaft while his lips were planted on the tip of my cock. At my end, his balls lay down over his thigh right in front of my face, his still hard cock sort of pointing toward the bed, its weight pulling it downward. I reached up and took hold of him and slowly stroked and squeezed him then moved my head forward and took in the light aroma of boy before I kissed the smooth eggs. Balls are a turn on for me, especially teenage boy's balls. Dunno what that's about, I just accept that it's one of my stimulants. I let my lips nuzzle the soft skin of his bag kind of like a horse taking a sugar cube. I kissed them, I licked on them, I just lay my face against them. At the other end my own balls started tingling. "It's close Mason, I'm close," I told him and it seemed to give the boy an extra boost of energy for he gripped me tighter, stroked a little faster. I was a little surprised at how fast I'd gotten there. When he began using his tongue on the tip of my cock head it took me to where we both wanted me to go. "There it is baby," I blurted out, "I'm gonna.." and I groaned as my sperm left the warm confines of my balls, mixed with semen and other liquids and began racing up my shaft. I felt Mason's lips leave my cock head just in time; felt the exquisite feeling of orgasm as the first jet of warm cum left my cock. Mason had been lying with his jacking arm across my belly, his upper torso resting sort of on my stomach but mostly against my rib cage. When I came, I turned my attention in the direction of the action just in time to see a glob of white arc over his upper arm and land on my belly. That was followed by three more squirts just like it but that didn't have the power so didn't quite make the distance and landed on his arm and his triceps and sort of draping down along the back side of it almost like a white gooey arm band. Mason kept stroking and I kept cumming and where it was all going I didn't know and couldn't possibly care. After the first shot I put my mouth back against his young balls and breathed deeply, the fragrance of healthy young teenage boy and the feel of his testicles on my lips enhancing my sperming. As usual it was over too fast and while I relaxed on the bed Mason turned and sat up. "Man you shot out all over the place Jon," he said, obviously impressed with my performance. He looked back over his shoulder, turning his arm in order to see my offering stuck to his body. I told him to grab my underwear off the floor and we'd use that to clean up the mess. He did as I asked, cleaning himself first and then me, tenderly wiping the cooling goo from my belly and pubic hair. It was then that I noticed a tiny little spot of white on his cheek, realizing that he barely got out of the way in time. I reached up and wiped it from him then pulled him down for a kiss. The boy offered up no resistance what so ever in fact embraced the act with enthusiasm. "So Mason, what's going on," I asked after we broke the kiss and he lay down next to me, cuddled in one arm with his hand resting on my chest. "You seem to almost attack me there for a moment." He chuckled a little then said, "I'm not sure exactly Jon. It's just that somewhere in that kiss I realized that was what I wanted, to be sexy with you. I've liked looking at your cock and stuff and wondered what it would feel like to touch you and I've even beat off at home thinking about it. All of a sudden I was just so hot for it, which is kinda strange since I usually don't feel real sexy after I cum. I guess what was is that I sort of gave myself permission to be with you like that and once I figured out that it was okay it was like I couldn't get enough of you. It seemed like I'd wanted to touch you all along and then I could and I couldn't wait. It's like being hungry all day then finally getting all the food you wanted." I could feel his cock resting against me, still rock hard and wondered aloud if he wanted to do something about that. He did so we moved apart and I sat up against my headboard and had Mason straddle me belly. All of his lovely stuff was right in front of my face so I pulled his cock down and took him into my mouth. I stroked him one hand and fondled his balls with the other, gently tugging on the young sperm makers. It didn't take long before he was fucking me, moving his waist to and fro, fucking his cock into my mouth. I moved my hands to his butt and held on to the fleshy orbs and encouraged him, all the while kneading the cheeks and trailing a finger up and down his crack. "Oh god Jon that feel so good what you're doing to me," he moaned above me. He held onto my head, gently kneading his fingers into my hair and scalp and holding my head in place for his cock. As I stroked and he fucked, his foreskin would slide up over his cock head and as it slid back I worked the tip of the head with my tongue. It didn't take long before the boy reached his peak and as usual there was little warning before he came. I heard an "Oohhh," then it happened and once again his adolescent body was giving up the juice of life and like the last time I swallowed every drop like a greedy dog at dinner time. Funny the eating analogy's that I seem bent on using here. Once again it was over too soon and he collapsed on the bed next to me, offering me another kiss before he lay down. "Gosh I love that so much. I mean I've always like cumming just like any other guy but it sure is a lot more fun and more intense with somebody else helping out." I agreed with him then asked, "So do you think that you want to continue being together like this Mason?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, I do Jon. I love being with you, you're so awesome and patient and stuff. I want to learn more stuff, as long as we go slow though, if that's okay." "It's more than okay Mason, we can go as fast or as slow as you like and since we're going to be sleeping together for the next eight days I guess we'll have plenty of opportunity to try out whatever you want." The boy snuggled into me even closer, hugging me even tighter. "Oh man Jon this is gonna be so fun a trip," he said with a yawn then lay quietly in my arms. "Indeed it was," I thought to myself as I started to drift off. "I like it when you call me baby," he mumbled, the words barely audible. "I like being your baby." That was the last I heard until the alarm went off at five forty five the next morning.