Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2006 06:49:44 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: flat bellied boy III chapter includes characters from three of my ongoing works. Brett is from The Player -MAINLAND SOJOURN. While David is originally in David-A BOY'S STORY but is also found with Dane & Cody in DANE starting in chapter 10. For those who have read Dane and Mainland, please note that Dane & Brett are not yet hooked up in either of those stories. I still need to add that chapter to the Dane series. Needless to say, all of them are in the gay adult youth directory and posted as follows: David-10.09.05; Dane-9.17.05; The Player-2.4.06. Thanx for you patience during my short hiatus while I moved and As always, thanx for reading my work, and N-Joi Hugs Tag_m The classic radio station began playing softly at five forty five and I slipped quietly out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to piss then headed downstairs, arriving in time to hear the coffee machine issue its dying gurgles. I poured a cup, added my French Vanilla creamer then padded out to the front door, pulled my sports shorts off of the coat rack then went out to retrieve my morning paper. I probably didn't need the shorts but why take the chance. Back in the house I put the shorts back on the hook and returned, naked, to the kitchen. Ten minutes and one cup of coffee later, Mason came down the back stairs naked as the day he was born. He came straight over and hugged me from behind, asked how I slept and asked if he could have a cup of coffee and then the comics. We spent the next fifteen minutes sipping and reading in silence which seemed to be comfortable for both of us. Finally at six twenty it was time to move. "I'm gonna head for the bathroom then take a shower Mason, you can join me or not but we need to be headed out the door in about thirty minutes." Of course he wanted to join me so we refreshed our coffee and headed up the stairs. Once we were in the shower and I was washing his back, Mason's young body responded in the gallant reflex. When he turned around and the stiff teenaged cock almost poked me, the boy seemed embarrassed. "Is it always gonna do that Jon, I mean, every time you touch me like this?" I proceeded to wash the boy's rigid flesh while simultaneously soaping, cupping and tugging on his balls. "Probably, at least for a few years anyway. Should we do something about it?" He smiled and nodded his head. We didn't have enough time for any prolonged activity as we did have a plane to catch. I rinsed him off then used hair conditioner, slathering his stone hard cock from the head to his balls. I then grasped onto the base of his cock, cupping the smooth balls in my hand and tugged downward, pulling the skin of his cock tight. With my other hand I gripped firmly onto the swollen, purplish head and twisted my hand on it as though I was unscrewing a bottle cap. Mason's eyes dark eyes went wide open then immediately into a half lidded look of lust. He put his hands on my shoulders to brace himself; was making "ugh" sounds when he breathed. All in all it took about a minute before he groaned, tried to tell me he was going to cum but just did it. I slipped off the head just as his balls gave up their nectar and his cock head spurted its first glob of warm white goo, arching through the air and splattering on my belly. Mason bucked his hips into my hand as I stroked his cock encouraging another four squirts of young sperm before it went into dribble mode. I continued to stroke him, watching as his life producing fluids oozed out and down over my wrist as I had moved to a reverse grip on his stiff flesh. As usual it was over before any male ever wanted it to be and he just stood there for a moment catching his breath. "WOW! That was fucking intense," He finally said. I smiled, leaned in and kissed him, then let of him. Reluctantly I have to admit but we were on a schedule. "Are you gonna cum Jon?" he asked as I poured liquid soap in my hands and began cleaning his boy juice from my body. I explained to him that it wasn't always necessary for me to cum every time he did. It may have been a difficult concept for him, or any boy, to consider but he simply nodded his head and went about lovingly cleaning the last of the oozing from his oozer. Five minutes later we were out, dried, deodorized, cologned and ready to dress. "What should I wear Jon?" he asked as he tugged on his briefs. I looked at him, admiring his body. Just the briefs were fine with me but I suggested a pair of new jeans and one of the casual button down collar shirts. I dressed in the usual Chino's with button down collar shirt as well. I tossed my douche kit in, closed the lid then we headed down the front stairs. I set my bag down at the front door and asked him to haul the bags out onto the porch while I took our coffee cups to the kitchen, did a quick check and left. Three minutes later I was setting the alarm system at the front door just as cab pulled up to the curb. On the way to the airport Mason asked what airline we were taking and I told him it was surprise. In fact we would be flying down in a private jet provided by the studio, sharing the plane with some other's who would be attending the premier as well. There was a possibility that we'd be making one stop along the way but that wasn't made clear. Turned out we both got a surprise. While ours wasn't a large airport, the runway had been extended as an alternate landing spot for the major airports if weather or other things made such an action necessary. A feeder airport, we didn't usually see 747's but 727's up to 767's weren't an uncommon sight either sitting on the tarmac or attached to the movable walkways at one of the four gates. The cab dropped us off at the main entrance and we immediately headed for gate four, the last one in the line. As we approached I could see a large jet parked at the gate, the telescoping walkway extended out from the building to the front of the jet. I didn't think much about it because the smaller jets required us to go downstairs and board using the aircraft's fold down stairs. As we approached the gate, a slender good looking woman in a dark blue pants suit was standing by the check-in counter. She smiled when she saw us and when I approached she asked if I was Jonathon Kendall. When I said that I was she shook my hand and said, "My name is Lorraine; I'm your flight attendant. The pilot wants to be wheels up in ten minutes so if you and your guest will follow me." She then turned and headed down the walkway leading to the big jet. "Fuuuck," was what Mason uttered, barely under his breath, as we walked through the door and rounded a storage closet into the plane's main cabin. I shared his sentiment. There were sofas, chairs, tables and lamps all sitting on beautiful carpeting. There was lots of high gloss wood, the leather chairs and sofas done in a dove gray with deep burgundy piping that matched the lush carpet. Lorraine helped us stow our luggage then said, "We will be taking off immediately so if you'll buckle in please I'll give you a tour of the airplane once we're in the air." "This is incredible Jon," Mason said as we sat facing forward in two of a set of four chairs that sat facing each other next to the windows. A similar set was on the other side of the cabin. I could only agree with him that it was incredible and I was stunned. I'd flown courtesy of the studios before but it was generally in a small Lear. What I was sitting in was an airliner that resembled a very well designed and appointed living room. We had barely fastened our seatbelts when the plane began backing away from the gate and while Mason stared out of the window I looked around. First of all there were no overhead luggage bins, providing additional headroom and a more open space. The gleaming woodwork was real, the leather high quality. Behind where we sat, the rest of the cabin was taken up by large sofas as well as individual seats. There were coffee tables in front of the sofa's as well as some of the chair arrangements, like the one in front of me and Mason. I learned later that they were able to rise up to a height suitable for dining. Mounted on the back wall of the main cabin was a 50 inch plasma TV. The overhead lighting was recessed and there were table lamps for additional lighting. The list went on but enough said. Once in the air, Lorraine gave us the tour, explaining that the plane was a privately owned 737-800 BBJ2 that was leased out when the owners weren't scheduled to us it. It had a full galley and a bathroom just aft of the cockpit. At the other end of the main cabin a narrow hallway at the side of the plane led to a small media room with phones, fax and computer and three bedrooms, two of which shared a bathroom. The master suite had a king size bed and its own bathroom, both baths were equipped with showers. After showing us controls for the TV and sound systems, she informed us that we'd be landing in Seattle in a little over two hours but meanwhile there was food and beverages if we wanted, any of the media equipment was at our disposal and we were free to use the first bedroom if we wished to rest or shower. I wondered briefly about inviting Mason to join the mile high club but despite the boy's sexual assertiveness of the night before I was still a little reluctant. Two hours, a few fresh Danishes and more coffee, passed quickly and we were on the ground and soon parked at the terminal reserved for private jets. Both Mason and I saw the car approaching at the same time causing Mason to ask, "What the heck is that?" "That" was a glossy black fifties style Rolls Royce Silver Wraith; the boxy looking model with the driver's compartment open to the weather. Still used as official state cars in some countries, the queen of England used one. I had ridden in one once when I was nineteen and a fledgling writer in Lost Angeles. The car surprised me, but I was stunned by the occupants as they disembarked; four males, all younger than me, and all extremely attractive. There were two boys about Mason's age, a drop dead gorgeous hunk of blonde that seemed like he was still a teen and the last, an attractive man in his twenties. The driver opened the trunk and pulled out luggage, each one of the party taking a piece. One of the boys held the other boy's hand and headed toward the stairway that had been rolled up to the door, the other two following at a more sedate pace, also hand in hand. "Good morning Mr. Collins," I heard the attendant say followed by, "Hi Lorraine, this is my boyfriend Brett," one of the boys said and the attendant responded with deference. "I'll put our stuff in my room," the same boy said then rounded the corner, and almost stopped dead when he saw us. "Oh, hi. I didn't know someone else was on the plane." To his credit he didn't miss a beat however. "I'm Dane, this is my boyfriend Brett," the cute young thing said, extending his hand to me and giving a firm but not gripping handshake. I introduced myself and Mason then Dane said he was going to put their luggage away and would be right back. He no sooner left than the attendant greeted the other two. "Good morning Mr. Sampara, Mr. Collins." They came around the corner into the cabin as the blonde hunk said, "Will you have captain Stenson come back please Lorraine." He then turned his attention to me and like the younger boy didn't miss a beat. "Hi I'm David, this is my partner Cody." We did the shake while I did the intro's again and then the pilot was there and Cody took their luggage toward the back of the plane. "Hey Mark. There's been a little change of plans. We need to stop in San Francisco." "Not a problem Mr. Collins I'll make the arrangements. Private terminal?" David nodded his head. "All right. We'll be finished loading cargo in about thirty five minutes," the pilot said then left. By that time Dane and Brett had returned as well as Lorraine who was carrying a tray with tall crystal glasses filled with a reddish liquid. "Raspberry iced tea; we get it from Hawaii," Dane said, "try it." Mason and I both took a glass. Lorraine asked if we were hungry and we all nodded our heads and she gave us some options, everyone electing to have seared swordfish. No stock airline food here. We all adjourned to the sofa area and began the small talk, me starting with the Rolls. David told me the year then explained how he had come to own it, an amazing story to say the least. I told him my story about riding in one some years before, the ride having been offered to me by an older and very distinguished gentleman after a studio party. "I guess he owned a company that rented props to the studios." David's magnificent blue eyes opened wide and I shook my head when he asked if I could remember the man's name. He then described the man to a T and I nodded my head. "My God Cody, he's talking about Anthony," then to me, "that's the same car." He went on to explain that he had been quasi adopted by the man, Anthony Gianelli, and when he'd passed away a couple of years before, Anthony had left David his entire estate, which included the car. Cody asked how we managed to end up on their plane so I explained it to them. David said that he and Dane's grandfather had invested in a production company that had ties to the film and that they were all going to the premier as well. Because he seemed familiar to me, I asked David if we'd met somewhere before. He said he didn't think so. My statement prompted a bit of a snicker from Dane which got a raised eyebrow from Cody. Dane responded with his hands in front of him, palms out in a warding off gesture. Something was clearly up between the three of them. David seemed to pause a moment as if considering whether to go on or not. "Do you happen to collect art of any kind Jon?" David asked. I said that I did, giving the short version of my Russian collection avoiding the erotic art. "I wasn't thinking of anything quite so mainstream," the young Adonis told me, "but something a little more in the blue arena." I shook my head then stopped dead and my eyes flew open. "Ahaa," Dane said with a knowing grin. "The Boy series, you're him, the model," I said. David nodded his head and then Mason, who had been following the conversation said, "You're that David?" and again, David nodded his head. Even Mason was all but google eyed. "And yes, it's true," Dane said in a stage voice to Mason, obviously referring to the endowment of the boy in the drawings and the statue. The conversation was interrupted by Lorraine letting us know that our meal was ready. We moved to the window seats where Mason and I had first sat, the boys naturally gravitated to one side and the three adults to the other. Once seated and at the push of a button the table between us rose up on its telescoping legs to dining level then Cody manipulated the side of the table, releasing a tray that extended out toward me in the same way a CD tray in a laptop would. During the incredible meal I learned that the plane was owned by a company that David and Dane's grandfather owned, its major income source was hauling cargo but was also leased out to individuals or companies that wished to travel in luxury. I also learned that Cody was Dane's guardian and that David and Cody were lovers however the guardianship started before David and Cody knew each other. The three of them lived on a huge ranch outside of the Seattle suburb of Bellevue where David and Dane were enrolled in private school and where Brett also went to school. Next to us the boys were laughing and I heard Dane make a comment about inducting Brett into the mile high club and of course Mason had to ask what that was. Dane told him then said, "You can join us if you want." He paused theatrically then added, "or Jon could induct you." David and Cody both chuckled and Mason went beet red. "One thing you can always count on Dane for and that is cutting to the chase. Especially when it comes to sex," Cody said. David mumbled an agreement. "He is right though," David said quietly, "You're free to use the first bedroom if you want." That they all assumed that Mason and I were lovers astounded me. We finished eating just as the pilot came out and told us we would be leaving and let David know that the arrangements were made for San Francisco, where they would be landing in about an hour. "Plenty of time," I heard Dane remark. If the pilot knew what the boy was referring to he didn't indicate it. We returned to the sofa arrangement and small talk continued until we were air born. As soon as we could unbuckle Dane stood up, tugging Brett's hand. "Are you gonna join us?" he asked, directing the question to David and Cody, causing me to wonder. "No, I think we're just going to take a quick nap by ourselves so you guys have fun." Dane then leaned over and kissed both men lightly then led Brett off down the hallway. Neither David nor Cody seemed the least bit perturbed that Mason and I pretty much knew that some sort of a sexual relationship existed between the men and the boys. I suppose since they assumed the same of Mason and I that it was a moot point. Both men stood, said they were going to rest and reiterated that the first bedroom was ours to use if we wished and to not worry about making the bed or cleaning up if we did. That would be taken care of in L.A. After they'd left I looked at Mason, saw a smile on his smooth young face so asked him if he wanted to use the bedroom. He nodded his head. Inside the close, but well designed quarters, Mason kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed. I sat down next to him, a little unsure how to start the process. "This is so strange Jon," he said, "but kind of exciting." I agreed with him. I put my hand on his chest and rubbed it gently. "What's really strange is having other people know that we're all being sexy and not caring." I agreed with him again as I unbuttoned his shirt. Mason made no move to stop me but kept talking. "Do you think they really meant it when they said I could join them?" I nodded my head and pushed the sides of the shirt open then slid my hand up underneath the wife beater and gently rubbed on his warm flesh, feeling the muscle beneath it. He wondered if I would have minded if he'd gone with them and as I rubbed his nipples I told him that I would have been jealous because I wanted him all to myself. He chuckled then said that in a way he sort of wanted to be with them but that he was sort of scared about it too because he was so new to having sex with guys and wasn't sure what to do, especially with more than one person. He didn't want to embarrass himself. I moved my hand down onto the front of his jeans and gently prodded, discovering that, despite the ongoing dialog, Mason was already hard. I squeezed and rubbed on his cock for a moment which stopped the dialog. Mason closed his eyes and simply took in the feelings. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans, opening the flaps all the way. His cock was pressing against the red cotton fabric of his bikini briefs, the area near the head already turning slightly dark from seeping precum. I pushed his t-shirt up then pulled his jeans down, the cute young boy lifting his butt to help me, then pulled them all the way off. I sat and feasted my eyes at the sight of him, his firm belly rising and falling with each breath, his boyhood bulging inside his underwear. I placed my hand on that bulge and squeezed it causing him to moan softly. I cupped and rubbed on his balls, Mason spreading his legs wider to give me better access to him. God, I wanted to bury myself up to my balls inside his fourteen year old body and I knew that in time, that would happen. I was sure of it. Meanwhile though I had to settle for the rest of him, which was more than tolerable. I put my fingers at the waistband of his briefs, raised it up then pulled the front down just enough to expose the underside of his cock head. I used a couple of fingers to fully retract his foreskin then leaned down and licked at the sensitive flesh, picking up the fragrance of boy. Mason gasped, louder this time, as I licked all around his cock head, my free hand again playing with his balls through the fabric of his underwear. I finally stopped and pulled the underwear all the way off and again, feasted my eyes on him. Personally I find the male body a wonder and a work of art. A teenaged boy is even more so. I gazed longingly at the stiff, seven inches of flesh that was pointing toward his face, pulsing with each beat of his heart. I admired the totally flat, superbly designed and defined expanse of his belly and pubic bone, the soft nest of curls at the base of that which made him boy. I could almost hear the sperm being made inside of the soft, smooth, blue veined bag that hung between his smooth hairless thighs, one egg lower than the other in their fleshy pouch. I took hold of him, squeezing, then stroking him, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his cock head. The boy's breathing was already coming quicker as I leaned down, pulled his cock upright, pulled the skin down and slid my mouth over the swollen head then closed my lips. I let my tongue explore the silky flesh of his cock head, sliding over the slit, my taste buds being treated to the sticky nectar of his young balls. I lowered my head, taking in a solid three inches of his shaft before retreating. I did it again and again all the time stroking him and sliding his foreskin up and down so that it barely covered the ridge of his cock head before being removed again. "I'm gonna cum really quick Jon," Mason panted, "take your pants off so I can suck on your cock too." Well he didn't have to ask me twice since I had boned up pretty solid and was feeling uncomfortable. I removed my body parts from his and stood up next to the bed. Mason rolled onto his side then sat up directly in front of me. "Let me do that Jon," he said as I started to work on my pants while I peeled my shirt off and by the time I had accomplished that task Mason had my pants unsnapped and unzipped. He pushed my pants to the floor then ran his hand over my cock, the stiffened shaft pressed against the soft thin cotton fabric of my boxer briefs. "Gosh you're so hard," he whispered, almost with reverence. He pulled my underwear down, freeing my cock and my balls then pulled the shaft down and proceeded to worship my flesh as I had worshipped his. He used his tongue over the entire head, cleaning off my leakage, before taking the swollen head into his mouth. It was erotic as hell, looking down and seeing myself connected to the cute young teen and being able to see all the way down to his rock hard cock proudly standing straight up in the air. There was a difference yet again in the cute young teen's approach. It wasn't as frenzied as the night before but he was definitely into it. It was like he'd not only discovered that he liked cock, he gave himself permission to like it. There was no hesitation, no doubt, apparently no real worry about making a mistake. He took to it like a baby duckling to water. The biggest issue was that I wanted him as well so I allowed him a minute or so then suggested we lay side by side. Mason stood up and tugged his shirts off and lay them carefully off to the side then turned and moved in close to me, put his arms around my neck and kissed me. The first touch of his lips to mine was soft, tender, and quick, as though he wasn't sure that I'd want to kiss him. He pulled back very slightly and looked into my eyes and when he moved back in, it was more like what I'd experienced with him the night before. He pressed his lips and his body against mine, opened his mouth and kissed me hard. Since my own mouth was wide open he didn't have to knock on my lips with tongue to be let in, he walked in liked he owned the place, pushing his tongue against mine. I slipped my arms around his hips then down onto the globes of his ass and kneaded the flesh, gently tugging them open and closed in the process. I was dying to rim the boy and while I didn't think it would happen right then, I felt fairly confident that I'd get to bury my face his cute little ass before the trip was over. Mason finally broke away, smiled at me through half lidded eyes then moved onto the full sized bed. I crawled up next to him but didn't bother with any other positions except what I was interested in. Seeing what I was doing the cute young teen slid further down to that my feet wouldn't be mashed against the head board. I lay down close to him the leaned in. His stone hard cock jerked right before my eyes, the pulsing of his heart causing it to move. Precum was all but pouring from his slit so I leaned in, pulled the shaft to me and proceed to give his cock head a bath with my tongue. I had automatically put one foot flat on the bed in order to turn my body toward him and as I began licking his cock, I felt his hand on my cock then the warmth of his mouth as it engulphed the head. I moved my face to his balls and because he was turned slightly onto his slide, the eggs rested toward on the inner edge of his smooth thigh. I inhaled deeply, taking in the natural fragrance of boy. God how I loved that smell. I put my lips to his balls, kissing them, licking them and then taking the loose skin of his sac in my lips and gently pulling on it. At the other end Mason was doing a credible job of sucking my cock which reminded me that was what I needed to do to him. I pulled the rigid shaft down toward my mouth then took the head in my mouth and started the process. I stroked as I sucked the boy, sometimes sliding the foreskin all the way up over the head so I could nuzzle the soft pliable flesh in my mouth and try to get my tongue into the small hole. On the down stroke I slid the skin off the head, replacing it with my lips as it retracted, and in no time at all Mason was groaning. "Oh fuck Jon I'm gonna cum," he informed me in a husky voice. He went back to sucking and stroking my cock as he gently humped his hips, fucking his teenaged cock into my mouth. I draped my free arm over his hip and pulled on his slender little ass to further encourage him. I felt his cock thicken then the immediate warmth of his sperm as it flooded my mouth. I took my hand from his ass right away and started jacking my own cock. I wanted to cum with him or at least as soon as possible after he came. I sort of wanted him to swallow my cum but I knew that if I waited too long after he squirted that he might not be in the mood. Hell, he might not have been anyway but it was worth a shot, no pun intended. Mason must have sensed my urgency for he move his lips to just the head of my cock and allowed me control of the shaft while he continued to hump into my mouth. I willed myself to cum and, flexed the correct muscles, reveled in the feel of Mason's cock in my mouth and mine in his and all of it combined took me where I wanted to go. "I'm gonna cum," I said, taking my mouth from his cock long enough to convey the message and give him warning. That Mason didn't take his mouth from my cock, I was sure, made my sperming all that much more intense. I felt my balls unleash a gusher of cum, pulse after numbing pulse blasting out of my body and into his mouth. I removed my own mouth from Mason's cock, knowing that he would be ultra sensitive, looked down at him and moaned out loud as I watched the boy, his eyes closed, swallowing all that I had to offer. It was too much work holding my head up so I let it rest on his inner thigh, my face in his balls, as mine drained out into his body. As always the intensity dropped off while the oozing dribbled off, as it were, and I felt the coolness from the air conditioning touch my cock as Mason took his head away. Like me, he rested his head on my thigh and waited quietly while be both caught our breath. Mason was the first to move, rolling onto his back then rising up onto an elbow and looking at me. "Wow!" he said with a beaming smile. "I didn't think I was gonna be able to swallow all of your cum Jon. Jeez you make so much stuff. Tastes sort of funny too, salty like, and boy does it dry out my mouth." He added the classical animated facial and mouth actions for emphasis. I had to laugh as the boy described sperm eating very succinctly. "Yeah, I know, I need a drink of water," I said and rolled off of the bed. I gently opened the bathroom door, saw the room was empty, and went in, Mason right behind me. Mounted on the wall on each side of the bathroom sink were two, individually sealed glasses held firmly in place by their holders. I took one from "our" side, peeled the wrapper and filled the glass and after drinking half the water I gave it to Mason who drained it. I asked if he wanted more and he shook his head. I put the glass back and turned to face the boy who moved in close, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. I held onto his slender butt and kissed him back and that was the position we were in when the door from the other bedroom opened. "Oh," Brett said, stopping dead in his tracks like a deer caught in headlights. I have to say though that no deer I'd ever heard of had a cock like the naked boy standing in the doorway. Half hard, he was bigger than me by a good two to three inches, the pale shaft with large circumcised head almost a caricature on his slender adolescent body. Dane was right behind and slightly beside Brett, with what looked like about seven inches of still hard cock standing proudly in front of him, the surface still shiny from lube or cum. Both Mason and I had turned in surprise at the intrusion and thus giving both boys a clear view of our own still half hardened charms. Oooww," nice body Mason, you too Jon," the adorably cute boy said with a very mischievous glint in his emerald eyes. He slipped in past Brett and said "Don't mean to interrupt but can we use the shower guys." Dane was totally relaxed and unselfconscious by the fact that we all were naked and in various stages of sexual arousal. "It's your airplane," I said with a smile and stood aside. As Dane squeezed between us he took the liberty of actually squeezing both of our cocks which I was sure completely floored Mason. "Too bad the shower is so small, we could all have used it together," the boy said lasciviously as he opened the shower door and turned on the water, "as it is this one is too cramped for two even. You go first Brett," Dane said to his almost beautiful blonde boyfriend. "God that's a magnificent cock," I said appreciatively to the boy as he squeezed past us, who smiled and said thanks. What the hell, might as well get into the spirit of things. Dane got a glass of water then leaned back against the wall and sipped it. "So where are you guys staying in L.A.?" he asked. When I told him the Chateau Marmont he said, "That's a cool place. We stayed in a bungalow there once while our condo was being remodeled. Too bad though. We've got lots of room at the condo and a really big shower." He said the last with that look in his eye and tone of voice that clearly indicated that he was interested in playing with us. He asked how long we were going to be there and what we were going to do. I told him I had some business to take care of which meant that Mason was going to be spending at least some time alone, but other than that the usual tourist things. Dane absently scratched the underside of his smooth balls then said that maybe they could hook up and do some stuff together, that is if I didn't mind. Mason had a dubious look on his face so Dane clarified what he meant. "Just to hang out, maybe go to Disneyland and stuff, no sex." He paused a moment, looked straight at Mason's softened cock, then added with a smile that showed off perfectly straight crystal white teeth, "Unless you want to." Adam opened the door of the shower and stepped out, grabbed a towel and began drying off his lower extremities, the top still mostly dry. Dane immediately stepped in and closed the door. "I suppose we should get dressed," I said to no one in particular. Brett hung the towel on the wall, giving up a nice shot of his softened cock that hung like a hose between his mostly smooth hairless legs and said that he would see us in the main cabin then squeezed past us again. I noticed in passing that the boy had an incredible ass as well. Back in our room Mason allowed as how the episode had been fairly bizarre and I had to agree. He also commented on how fucking huge Brett's cock was and again, I agreed. He said he couldn't imagine trying to get the thing in his mouth and when I asked if he wanted to he was quiet a moment. "I dunno Jon. Kinda yes and kinda no. I'm nervous about being sexy with anyone else but I'm still curious, ya know?" I did know and when I told him that he asked if I would want to be sexy with them, and what would David and Cody think about it. "Well Mason, it would be interesting and yes I wouldn't mind being with them but under no circumstances would I even consider it unless you were involved too and then only if you were totally comfortable with it. As far as David and Cody go I suspect that they allow Dane to be with whoever he wants, at least within reason, and I would guess that they've all been together. Would I be interested in playing with them as well? Perhaps, considering that they all very attractive and given what we know about David's body although he can't be all the much different than Brett." Mason reflected on that but made no comment. Ten minutes later we returned to the main cabin where David and Cody were chatting but looked toward us as we entered. "Had a little gathering in the mutual bathroom I hear," David said with a grin. Apparently there were no secrets amongst them. I smiled and nodded my head as I sat in a chair facing the two of them and had no sooner parked my ass when Lorraine showed up with more iced tea, which both Mason and I gladly took. "Dane mentioned that you would be attending to some business in L.A. and that Mason might have some alone time," Cody said and when I nodded his head he went on. "Well we've got a bunch of touristy type things planned so Mason is more than welcome to hang out with us, you too for that matter Jon." Our conversation interrupted by the appearance of Dane and Adam, the former voicing his opinion to having Mason and I join them and then again by Lorraine who offered drinks to the boys then informed us that we would be landing in a few minutes. We picked up three more people and here back in the air in twenty minutes, landing at LAX an hour or so later. There were two limo's parked on the tarmac at the private terminal, one a fairly new model rolls, the other a nice but lesser Lincoln stretch. It didn't take any guesswork to figure out who was riding in which car. Outside the airplane we made sure that we'd swapped phone numbers and David reminded me that they would be picking us up for dinner about six. Mason and I got into the Lincoln while the rest of them piled into the Rolls while the other guests headed into the terminal to find their own transportation and we headed out. Mason was fairly well glued to the window as we were whisked silently toward Hollywood. We taken to the tux store where we both were outfitted for the premier. Mason got a little bit jumpy when having his inseam measured, the cute young obviously gay salesman spending a little extra moment pushing the back of his hand against my boy's crotch. Back outside waiting for the car Mason allowed as how he almost caught wood over the situation. I chuckled. Fifteen minutes later we were dropped off at the Marmont where a boy quickly grabbed our luggage. The outside concierge asked my name then informed me that I'd already been checked in then giving the boy my cottage number and off we went. Again, Mason was google eyed by the entire event. He was even more so when he saw the inside of our bungalow. While I tipped the boy Mason went wandering but was back in a moment. "It's even got an upstairs Jon but it's got two bedrooms too. Do I have to sleep in one by myself?" I smiled at him and shook my head. "No baby boy you don't but I also didn't want to presume or force you into sleeping with me either. This seemed the best way to accomplish that." He came straight over to me and melted into my arms then kissed me. "I will always want to sleep with you Jon," he said then kissed me again. Like most boys his age Mason quickly moved on to the next topic that was on his mind. "Can we go swimming Jon?" I nodded my head and said that seemed like a great idea. We took our luggage to the master suite and unpacked it all. Since we were going to be there almost a week I didn't see any reason what so ever to live out of the suitcases. Once that was done Mason began undressing, starting with his shoes and working his way up. Thus it was that I watched him move about in his final undressing, his shirt hanging with his slender bare little butt open to view. It made my cock stir to watch him, such a perfect specimen of boyhood, moving about totally unselfconscious about his nakedness. I all but stared at him after he'd tugged his undershirt off and laid it on a chair then walked toward me, and the bed, where his swim suit had been left. His cock sort of bobbed as he walked, the very tip of the head poking itself out from underneath the boy's foreskin. I stepped out of my briefs as Mason stepped into his swim suit so then it was me wandering naked while mason was covered up and ready to go. "You know what Jon? He said, rather than asked, "I sorta like watching you when you're naked. I sorta like looking at your body. Is that weird?" I chuckled and told him I had been thinking that same thing a few moments before so if it was weird, which it wasn't at all, then we were both in the same boat. That got me a chuckle from the cute young teen. Towels in hand we were selecting lounge chairs at pools edge five minutes later. We got casual glances from a few of the dozen or so people already there but that was about it. I swam a couple of laps, not a huge feat in the oval pool then lay down to dry while Mason frolicked about as boys do. It was fun watching the boy when he exited the pool close to where I was, the soaking wet fabric clinging to his body so that his cock protruded visibly. A couple of time when he got out the weight of the water tugged the garment down and thus showing off his magnificent belly and the beginning of his pubic bone, complete with a slight fuzz shot along with a couple inches of his gluteal cleavage as he walked away from me on his way back to the diving board. "God I want to fuck that kid," I thought to myself, a little surprised at the intensity of the feeling in that moment. I wasn't the only one who'd been taken by the boy. I noticed a few of the women watching him from the corner of their eyes and a middle aged guy who had plopped down on a chaise close to me commented on Mason. "Your son?"he asked after Mason had gotten out of the pool in front of us, asked me how his last dive had looked then headed toward the board for yet another go at it. "No, my nephew," I responded. The guy raised an eyebrow and muttered an "unhuh" then went on. "Extremely well put together boy," he stated, "I don't suppose that he would consider getting in front of a camera. With your permission of course," he added quickly. I said that I didn't know but that I doubted it. The man then got quite brazen. "Forgive my being forward but does he look as good out of those trunks as he does in them?" "Only in Hollywood," I thought to myself but I couldn't resist. "Oh yes," I said with emphasis. "Lucky man," was all he said but continued to watch Mason as the boy continued his play. Watching Mason, coupled with the thought of what the guy next to me had in mind when he asked about photographing Mason, had cause the butterflies of horniness to start moving about in my belly and I felt my cock stir slightly as I once again thought about being buried up to my balls inside of the adorably cute teenagers slender butt. The next time Mason came out of the pool he looked toward me and smiled; his face changing somewhat as he looked toward the guy next to me. His next time out of the pool he looked toward the guy first, then me second. The third time he did the same thing, only when he came out of the water it looking like he was swelling up a little bit under his suit and the next time his growing condition was even more obvious, to me at least. He came over and grabbed his towel then asked if we could go back inside. He'd done a quick head and face dry then held the towel so that it covered his belly and groin. I stood and we left and no sooner got into the room when the boy was practically in my arms, kissing my lips. "Whoa there boy," I said, holding him to me after we broke the kiss. "Oh man Jon that man next to you had his cock showing out of the leg of his shorts. The second time I saw it I swear the thing was getting hard. The whole thing just made me horny as hell for you." At that point he stepped away and looked down at the front of his swim suit, his physical response clearly providing evidence of his words. He grasped onto the protrusion as if for emphasis. Of course it may have been just because a boy can't hardly not grasp his own hard cock. I told him that I'd gotten the horny bug out by the pool and when he asked if I still had it I simply pulled my wet suit off, freeing up my rapidly hardening cock. In less a quarter of a minute the boy was naked and pressing his wet body and hard cock against me. We groped, we kissed, we hugged and held onto each other. I finally stopped and led him by the hand up stairs to the master bedroom, picking up where we'd left off. "Gosh Jon sometimes I get so fucking horny that I can't stand it, it's like if I don't jack off or cum my balls are gonna just explode all over the place." I fully understood because right then, that was the mode I was in. "So Mason, I was wondering if you'd like to, well, you know, put this thing inside of me," I asked him, squeezing the warm rigid boy defining organ. His eyes opened wide. "You mean fuck you?" he asked. I told him that was exactly what I meant. That I'd been sort of wanting him to do that and I was pretty hot and ready right then, so if he was interested^Å Well shit, of course he was interested. He was a red blooded, hormone driven fourteen year old. Their primary goal in life is to bury their rock hard cocks in practically anything that would hold their pride and joy. It just so happened I has such a place and I was very hot to have the boy go there, immediately. Sometimes it gets like that. I mean, it's pretty common with teenage boys what with all the newness of the hormones and the genital development, the ability to cum and all that. Boys get so hot and horny they can't stand it, which is why it's not uncommon for them to take risks when relieving themselves. Older guys get it too, just not usually as often or with the same intensity of a teenage boy. I hadn't felt that way in awhile but I was sure feeling it right then. I was horny as hell and I wanted Mason to fuck me, short and simple. No ifs ands or buts about it. I wasn't in a mood for much foreplay either. I got off of the bed and retrieved my bottle of lube from the suitcase. Standing next to the bed I prepped myself, reaching behind me and smearing the target area inside and out. I then poured some in my hand and grasped onto the boy's delicious cock and smeared it from his balls to his purplish swollen cock head, the latter causing him to groan out at the intensity of the feeling as I squeeze my fist back and forth over it a couple of times. Mason was lying on the bed so after wiping my hand off I climbed on and straddle his waist. The boy was nicely hung, the seven inches of rampant boy cock ready to its job, a job I was well ready for it to do. I reached down behind me and grasped onto Mason's warm, rigid cock causing the boy to inhale sharply at my touch. I held him upright as I guided myself downward until I felt the tip of him against my hole. I made myself relax then put my weight against the pliable flesh of his cock head and pushed. There was pain; that goes without saying. I hadn't been visited for a few months so my little pooter wasn't exactly prepared for the invasion. On the other hand I was hot as all hell to have the boy's cock inside of me so balanced things out fairly nicely. In any case I stopped all movement to allow my asshole to adjust to being spread open some three inches wider than it was used to. Mason had closed his eyes, a look of intense concentration on his smooth young face. I waited a few moments then slowly leg gravity take over and began a controlled descent onto the teenager's rigid cock. Knowing that the boy was losing his virginity helped to make things go easier for me and in no time at all my weight was resting on his lap, my balls mashed into his pubic hair and my own rampant cock aimed at some imaginary spot above Mason's head. It felt good having the boy inside of me. I had had sex with plenty of men and it always felt good but it was different when it was a boy. I transported myself back to when I was a boy and how incredibly intense the feelings were so I guess a lot of the feeling for me was knowing how the boy was feeling, especially in this case, Mason's first time burying his rock hard boyhood pride and joy into tight warm vesicle. He didn't let me down. "Fuck Jon that feels so fucking incredible. Oh man I can't even hardly describe how it feels on my cock." He'd opened his eyes so I smiled at him and rose up a few inched then dropped back down. Mason reached down behind me to feels his balls and feel where he was entering my body as though he had to make sure it was all real. I leaned forward and placed my hands on his firm chest and using it for leverage began causing the boy to fuck me. His hands moved to my hips and thighs where they simply rested while went through the motions of moving his cock in and out of my body. Mason started moving in opposition to me, pulling his ass into the bed on my up stroke and pushing against me on the down stroke. I knew that mother nature was most likely fighting to take over, working her subtle charms and causing the boy to want to direct the action, to actually fuck me all my himself. I was all for that as well. I really wanted to just lay back and let the teenager fuck me, relax back and let the boy do the work of driving his stone hard cock in and out of my body. I also knew that he most likely wouldn't last very long. What boy does in the early years of his active sex life? After a few minutes or so of controlling the action accompanied by moans and groans from the hot young teen underneath me I decided it was time for the boy to go to work, which I knew instinct was driving him to do. "Mason," I said quietly, "give me your hands." He did so and I told him what I needed for him to do. When I asked, he informed me that he was pretty flexible so it shouldn't be a problem. That being said, together we got him into a sitting position then he maneuvered around a little and got his legs bent backwards then I put my arms around his neck and as long as our faces were so close together I planted a kiss on him. He responded immediately, opening his mouth wide and pushing tongue against mine. Once the kiss was broken off we gripped hands and I started to fall backwards slowly, Mason holding my weight, and in a flash I was on my back with the boy on his knees between my outspread legs. "That was pretty cool," he said with a smile, his eyes half closed in the throes of lust. He didn't need any direction at that point but automatically put his hands under my thighs and pushed my legs back, opening me up for his onslaught. As any boy does, and most men, his eyes were on his cock, and he watched as he started the process, slowly pulling out of me then sliding back in. He was undoubtedly amazed that he was actually fucking and again, like any boy his age, his eyes stayed focused on where his body was disappearing inside of mine. That was fine with me because it also took his mind of off things enough that it helped to stave off his sperming and that was a big goal for me. I wanted this to last but I also knew that if he did cum before I was truly ready he would stay hard inside of me and be ready to go on fucking me in a matter of minutes. But still, I wanted his first time to last as long as possible for him. As if reading my mind Mason spoke up. "I don't think I can last very long Jon, I think I'm gonna cum pretty fast." "Don't worry about it baby boy, just do what you can." He seemed to pick up speed, his thrusts more forceful as the young teen worked at losing his virginity inside of my ass. He felt good to me. Mason was hung just right for me, enough to stretch and fill me without being too much. For me, size isn't everything but the right size is. I could feel his balls as smack against me on his in stroke, feel his nest of fuzz against mine. "Oh god I'm cumming," the boy blurted out all of a sudden and I felt his cock swell against the muscle that held him in place then the feeling of his liquid pouring out into me. Mason shoved into me as far as he could, moved his ass around and miraculously it took me over the edge. I had been holding on to my cock and stroking it but picked up speed as the wave of pleasure hit me. I heard myself moan as I came while Mason was slamming into me for all he was worth, his eyes closed and head back as his teenage balls gave up spurt after spurt of life producing juice. He finally slowed down, opened his eyes, kind of, and smiled at me then stopped moving altogether. He started to back out of me and I told him to stop, then explained why I preferred to have him stay a little bit longer. "I get it Jon. It's sort of like when I jack off and after I squirt and things slow down I usually still keep stroking my cock really slow or playing with it in some. Not to make me cum again but just cuz it feels good." I nodded my head. I glanced over at the clock and noticed that time had seemed to get away from me. David and group would be picking us up in just under forty minutes for dinner and it wouldn't do to be late. "As much as I love having you inside of me sweet boy, we do have to get ready for dinner," I told him. "That's okay Jon. I think I'm actually starting to go soft anyhow." Mason slipped out of me slowly, his eyes again focused on our point of contact. I felt the usual sense of loss once he was out, missing the fullness that his cock had provided me. He crawled off of the bed and I rolled off right behind him and we made our way to the shower where we took our time grooming ourselves and each other. Afterwards I watched Mason as he dried himself off, again admiring the perfect specimen of boyhood that that the healthy young teen represented. A brief thought crossed my mind about his leaving me, as all boys do, as they grow up into young adults. I didn't have any doubts that the boy was straight, or at least more inclined that way. That he was having sex with me was simply an opportunity for him to interact sexually with another human being. Not atypical for adolescent males. Mason either saw or sensed my mood change for he asked me what was the matter and I told him I was okay, nothing was wrong, just thinking about something. There was no need to pull him into my mood. We managed to get dressed, shirts and sport coats as David had asked, and were standing in front of the lobby when the rolls up. Not waiting for the driver to go around and open the door for us, the back door popped open and Dane's smiling face welcomed us into the subdued leather interior the car, one of the most luxurious cars in the world. As the door closed David asked if I'd ever been to Lowry's Prime Rib. I had not, although of course anyone spending any time in L.A. has heard of the world famous restaurant. "It's way cool," Dane piped up, "The first Cody and I ate there with David Robin Williams came over to our table." Needless to say Mason's ears spiked at that and as we headed off to dinner, Dane related the story.