Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2001 00:21:36 EDT
From: Dchbruno@aol.com
Subject: Flying Boys (M/m/m/b   Oral Anal)

   The following work of fiction is a fully developed story on its own, but
it also is the introduction to a longer story I am working on.  This tail
introduces Dave and young lad who will have a major role in a story called
"The Neighbor Boy."  I hope to have installments of it ready over the
coming weeks. - The Author.

				Flying Boys

I knew the house next to mine had finally been sold, but I did not know who
bought it or anything at all about my new neighbors.  A long vacation
naturally led to my being out of touch with the latest happening in the
neighborhood.  I got home from my six decadent, sex-laden weeks in the
South Pacific and Australia at 1:00 am this morning and in a jet lag
induced fog noticed little but the missing for sale sign and several
lighted windows.

I had not even removed the suitcases from my trunk, much less bothered to
unpack or check the flashing light on my answering machine.  An encounter
with a very handsome boy in the third row of first class and an airport
bathroom had drained away what little energy I had left when I started the
final leg of my journey from Sidney.

I noticed the kid for the first time as he walked past me on the plane.  I
was in my first class aisle seat and he walked behind two people I was
certain were his parents.  Clad in a cropped T-shirt so tight it molded to
his erect and prominent nipples and so short it exposed six or eight inches
of darkly tanned, flat as a board, and hairless stomach.  A silver ring
piercing his perfect navel highlighted the exposed flesh.  The shorts he
wore were just the opposite.  Very baggy and hanging just below his knees,
they gave little clue to the rest of his body.

At 6'4", he towered over my seated form.  I got an extra good look at his
sexy torso because as luck would have it the line of boarding passengers
stopped for several minutes with his pierced navel less than two feet from
my eyes.  I knew my admiring glance had become a stare, but instead of
diverting my gaze downward or to the side, I looked up.  His bright blue
eyes immediately fixed mine.  A smile slowly spread across his thin lips
and I knew I had been caught.

I panicked for a moment fearing he might create a scene by warning the
entire planeload of passengers that the man in seat 3B was a pervert who
liked teenaged boys.  Instead, just the tip of his tongue emerged from
between his lips and slid slowly from one side to the other of his mouth.
I know an obvious look of shock spread across my face.  My young friend did
not flinch.  The tip of his tongue continued to tease his lips, that
knowing smile did not waver, and, as a final touch, one hand slid up his
naked mid- section and under the T-shirt.

I hoped my seated position hid the effect he was having on my cock.  It
felt as though my ten-inch pride and joy was about to burst right through
the zipper and button on my khaki shorts. Were it to escape and with no
underwear to restrain it, my cock would be in plain sight and serve as
proof positive of my desire for this adolescent boy.  Sadly, those
ridiculously baggy shorts he wore provided no clue to his level of arousal.

Then, as though the gods were saying, "Sorry, play time is over," the line
of boarding passengers started moving again.  Every fiber of my being
wanted to turn and stare at the boy's ass, but I knew better and managed to
barely contain my lust.  Instead, I turned to the question of how, out of
the more than one hundred passengers on this plane, this boy who looked to
be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old managed to pick out the one
man who had just spent six weeks indulging his lust for boys his age and
younger?  Granted I was almost certainly not the only man on this plane
sexually attracted to young boys.  I may not even be the only one who
regularly reveled in the pleasure of their tight young bodies.  But the
odds that any one else was returning from a month and a half long orgy of
man-boy sex was too small to be coincidence.  I spent many minutes weighing
the questions of how and why me, but got nowhere.  So I turned my attention
back to pretending to read a book as I casually appraised the crotch of
every boarding male passenger from age ten to twenty-five.

No one else acknowledged my gaze or even seemed to notice.  One of the last
passengers to board was a kid similar to in age, but probably a couple
years younger than, the earlier boy, but his attire was almost the
opposite.  He wore a very loose fitting shirt that fortunately stopped just
at his waist.  He also wore a pair of Lycra shorts that molded tightly to
his every curve.  My view was brief, but the clear outline of his balls and
cock, even its slightly broader head, made me certain he wore nothing
beneath the yellow Lycra.

I could not resist casually turning to admire his ass.  Two slender, but
perfectly shaped globes moved under the tight grip of the shorts.  Where
the shorts ended, they exposed darkly tanned, slim, but muscular thighs.
When he was several rows beyond me I started to turn around.  But at that
moment the gaze of the earlier teen caught my eye.  He sat on the aisle
about fifteen rows back.  The kid in the yellow Lycra was half way between
us.

Those clear blue eyes locked themselves first on me and then on the yellow
shorts.  As the second youth passed him, I saw the first drop a CD.  His
lean into the aisle to pick it up was timed perfectly.  The second boy had
no chance to stop and bumped into him.  The seated youth leaned back out of
the aisle, but not before his cheek had surely made contact with a
partially naked and partially clothed thigh and maybe even a bit of tightly
packed crotch.

His path now clear, the second youth proceeded down the aisle as though
nothing had happened even as the hand that retrieved the CD appeared to
caress his leg.  Those blue eyes under a thick flock of blond hair never
broke contact with mine as the kid inserted the CD and adjusted his
headphones.  Again, I thanked god that I was seated.  But even that posture
could not hide the dark circle forming at the dripping head of my hard
cock.

I quickly unfolded the tray table from the armrest and used it to hide my
rather obvious condition.  I risked one more backward glance and as if on
clue my (I thought of him as my personal toy by now.) boy's eyes raised and
locked themselves on mine.  We held each other's stare for nearly a minute
before a flight attendant walked up the aisle and blocked our view.  When
she had passed, his face was turned to his mother.

Again I wondered, "How can this kid know about me?"  Sure there is such a
thing as `Gaydar', but this one was pretty young to be so attuned to
his surrounds.  Now a new thought forced out the old one.  "If this kid is
that attuned to and aware of his sexuality and mine, how much sexual
experience might he have?"  If his level of experience was anywhere
comparable to his seeming awareness, he must have been a very busy boy.

One of the prime attractions for me to young boys is their innocence, but a
youngster who can blend the appearance of youth with the skills that come
from experience and experimentation sometimes is even sexier than the
freshest virgin chicken.  I closed my eyes and images of a younger version
of my boy filled my head.  I saw him at eight or nine trying to suck his
father's cock and then a little later being fucked by an uncle.

Finally, just as the plane backed away from the gate and the flight
attendants began their monotonous routine of pre-flight announcements, I
saw him maybe two years ago in the locker room at school, a line of boys
taking turns fucking his ass and a similar line using his mouth.  Boys with
young libidos that enabled them to fuck him time after time, hour after
hour, until his body ached and his stretched asshole gaped an open welcome.

Not coincidentally, all three of these fantasies put him in situations from
my past.  There was my father reluctantly letting me touch, kiss, and then
suck his cock in the months before my eighth birthday.  My uncle, who had
years before introduced dad to boy on boy sex, somehow found out that I
liked sucking dad's cock and forced (let) me do the same to him several
times a week until my eleventh birthday.  On that glorious date he fucked
me for the first of maybe a thousand of times.  Finally the time our junior
high baseball coach, another man I was frequently fucking, arranged for my
first gangbang.

Coach Evans called me into his office after only the second day of practice
and with no other discussion or hint of his intensions, ordered me to suck
his cock.  I hesitated and he told me he could tell in five minutes that I
was a fag by the way I looked at the other guys as they got undressed and
showered.  He stood up, lowered his gym shorts, and stepped in front of me.
I needed no further prompting and took his four flaccid inches of cock into
my mouth.  It grew quickly to a respectable seven inches and in a few
minutes he treated me to a healthy load of rich cum.

"I was right about you," he said.  "We are going to have some great times
together."

Those great times turned into almost daily blowjobs for the first couple
weeks.  One day he asked if liked to get fucked as much as I liked to suck
cock.  I said I did and he lifted me up onto his desk, licked two fingers
to moisten my ass, and buried his cock in my receptive hole.  Still coated
with my saliva, it slid smoothly and deeply into my welcoming body.  This
man knew how to fuck a young boy and I wondered how many of my teammates
had enjoyed his attentions.

Several times a week, all year around for the three years as I attended
Clear Creek Junior High, Coach Evans fucked my ass and/or mouth.  Near the
end of summer before my freshman year of high school, Coach decided I
deserved a reward for all I had done for him.  He asked me what I wanted;
thinking I'm sure, it would be something expensive.  As I thought about my
response, he told me again that I wasn't the first or only boy he had sex
with, but he assured me I was the best.

I told him I wanted to be gang-banged.  I said I wanted to have at least a
dozen and if possibly two dozens guys to fuck and suck all at the same
time.  He asked me if I had ever done anything like that before and I told
him I hadn't.  I said the largest number of boys I had been with at once
was five.  Several times in fact, but it was just the neighborhood
`circle-jerk' and all I ever did there was suck cock and clean up all
the cum any of the guys shot.  I did not tell coach that two weeks earlier
to celebrate my fourteenth birthday, my dad, my uncle, my grandfather, and
a cousin had tied me over a chair and fucked me front and rear until they
could not get it up anymore.  That party lasted over four hours and I was
filled at both ends with fourteen loads of cum.

I was home alone on a warm Thursday afternoon when Coach called to say
everything was set.  I asked what he meant and he just told me to be at
school tomorrow at 10:00 am.  I said I'd be there and he hung up before I
could ask any more questions.  It took me a couple minutes to figure out
that he must have set up the orgy we'd talked about.  My cock was instantly
hard and I spent the next two hours jacking off.  I came four times that
afternoon.  Each time I took care to gather all my cum so I could savor the
wonderful flavor and each time I had something progressively larger in my
ass.  It started with two and three fingers, progressed through a large
candle, one of mom and dad's dildos, and ended with a fat, foot long
cucumber three-fourths buried inside me.  As I recall, it was a major
ingredient in the salad mom unwittingly prepared for dinner that night.

The next day I arrived at my old junior high at 9:50 am.  Coach and four
other guys, three of whom were past teammates, were there already.  My
disappointment at the small turnout was surely evident because Coach
immediately told me not to worry.  These were just the early arrivals and
he had arranged for another fourteen and maybe as many as eighteen guys to
be there in the next few minutes.  My handsome lover was true to his word
and by 10:05 am, not including myself, there were nineteen semi-nude or
completely naked boys from ages twelve to eighteen gathered in the locker
room.  Slender athletic bodies, most with splendid erections, filled my
gaze.

Coach made some quick introductions.  I recognized about half the group,
knew seven of them well, and five were teammates.  Ten were boys Coach
Evans was currently involved with and four were past lovers of his.  Of the
other five, four were younger brothers of other attendees and one was a
friend.  Then he introduced me and told them that he meant no offense, but
because I was the hottest among the dozens of young boys he had been
involved with in the last ten years he was giving me a special treat.  The
treat was that for the rest of the day I was theirs and they were mine to
use until we were exhausted.

The endless stream of fucking and sucking started and continued until
nearly four that afternoon.  For the next six hours I had a constant stream
of cock in my ass and mouth.  Coach even had a lunch of subs, chips, and
beer or Coke delivered at 12:30 by a boy who was another of his old
conquests.  After setting out the food, the delivery boy stripped and gave
me a solid fucking while two guys took turns fucking him.  When he fired
his load up my ass, his body collapsed on top of me and I could feel the
guy fucking him freeze and shoot his cum.

The delivery boy gave me a long deep kiss before slowly extracting his
softening cock from my ass.  He thanked me, the two boys who had fucked
him, and Coach for a great time and headed for the door.  I watched as his
cum streaked ass disappeared from sight and only faintly heard the outside
door close.  A moment later there was a load banging and Coach Evans slowly
responded to the noise.  The naked teen ran back in and said, "That was so
hot I forgot my fucking clothes!" as he quickly dressed and left.

We ate lunch naked, not bothering to dress or even wash off any of the
traces of hot teenage boy sex from our bodies.  Pools of cooling cum became
sauce in which to dip sandwiches or chips.  Most of the guys rested during
lunch, but one guy said he had never fucked anybody while he ate.  He had
me come sit on his hard cock while we had our lunch.  A few guys
experimented shoving beer bottles up theirs or other guys asses.

Mostly it was empty bottles, but I saw one guy fuck himself with several
inches of a nearly full bottle and then without wiping it off, take a long
drink with his lips engulfing the mouth of the bottle.  His game intrigued
me so when the guy on whose lap I was sitting came, I slid off him, laid on
the floor, and pushed the entirety of my nearly full beer up my ass.  Only
I did not stop with a few inches of the broad end still extending from my
hole as others had.  I pushed until I felt my ass lips close behind it.  I
let my muscles work on the bottle for a few minutes and then tried
something different.

By now I was gaining an audience, so I pressed hard and forced out the
bottle like I was taking a shit.  It slowly emerged coated with the
remnants of the many loads of cum they had dumped in my ass that morning.
I caught the bottle before it could fall and spill.  I took a drink
savoring the cool beer and delicious cum before turning over and assuming
the `ass up, shoulders down' position of a boy ready to be fucked.
Three guys approached ready to accept my apparent offer.

I had a different idea.  I asked them to wait and watch as I took the half
full bottle and, keeping the mouth high so as not to spill a drop, I slid
it wide end first into my ass.  With just the last half inch visible
outside my ass, I offered anybody interested a drink.  There was a moment's
hesitation and then a near stampede.  As each boy pushed his face between
my ass cheeks and put his lips to the bottle, I would lift my torso and let
the beer flow into his mouth.  Most of the guys took the mouth of the
bottle into their mouths and used their lips to kiss pink opening of my
ass.  We emptied ten bottles before thirsts were sated and it was time to
get back to serious sex.

There is no way to count how many cocks I sucked and how many times my ass
was fucked that day.  As I said, the orgy continued well into the afternoon
and only ended when none of the boys or Coach Evans could manage another
hard on.  It was he who claimed the final turn at my ass.  We finally
adjourned to the showers were the warm water and the caress of soapy hands
and bodies raised a handful of erections and these were promptly serviced
by others or myself.

I was by no means the only one who got fucked or who sucked cock that day.
Several of the guys used the time I was busy to indulge themselves with
each other.  I know Coach took the opportunity to reintroduce his cock to
some old familiar ass.  In addition, several cum dripping assholes sat on
my mouth for an eager cleaning. Four or five road my cock while I was
fucked.

The best was the twelve year-old brother of one of the guys who, although
he had often sucked his older brother's cock and sucked a dozen others that
day, was an anal virgin.  He slid his virginal asshole over my cock late in
the afternoon to the stirring applause of nearly twenty on-lookers.  Like a
good little virgin he groaned and swore it would never fit, bit his lip and
shed a tear as inch after inch disappeared into his small body, moaned in
pleasure when he hit bottom, and begged me not to stop even after I fucked
him hard and filled his bowels with their very first load of cum.

Someone bumped me and I jerked awake.  I realizing I had dozed off
reminiscing about my experiences and wondering if my new boy had any
similar ones in his past.  At first resentful of whoever had interrupted my
pleasant dreams, I angrily turned toward the aisle and froze.  Standing
there, one hand on my shoulder and the other at his chest as a finger
flicked an erect nipple, was the kid.  His pierced navel was inches from my
face and his aroma filling my senses.

He knelt in the aisle until he rested on a knee and his face was inches
from and just below mine.  "Hi," was all he said at first, but the pitch of
his voice and the movement of his lips was enough to deepen my attraction
to him.  "I think we should get to know each a little better," he
suggested.  "I know we have some mutual interests."  I nodded my agreement,
unable to say anything.  He pointed to the empty seat next to me and asked
if he could take it.  Before I could form an answer he stood up and slid
himself between the seat in front of me and my knees.

"My name's Brian," he said, extending a hand and settling in next to me.

I took his hand and told him my name, "Dave, Dave Allen."  I looked into
those perfect blues and lost myself for a moment, but was interrupted by
Brian restating a question.

"Dave?  I said I was sorry for disturbing you a minute ago, but I had to
talk t o you."

"That's okay," I assured him, "I was just lost somewhere on the edge of a
very pleasant dream."  Why I added the latter phrase eluded me?  Brian
leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You were dreaming about fucking me."

I froze, his bold statement, not even a question, scaring and exciting me.
My fears of being exposed as a boy-crazed sex pervert rose until I was in a
state of near panic.  Brian sensed my alarm and calmed my fears with five
words, "I had the same dream!"

I turned to him, his lips so close I could have and deeply wanted to kiss
them.  Regaining my composure I asked, "What makes you think I'd want to
fuck you?"

"Oh," he said, "maybe it's the way you stared at me as I boarded the plane
or the way you looked at that boy in the yellow bike shorts.  Maybe it's
that huge hard on you have not so well hidden in your shorts, but mostly
it's because I watched you fuck a kid my age in the bathroom back in LA.
I'm much cuter than he is and my cock is a lot bigger!  Plus, I know I have
a lot more experience and can make fucking much more fun.

"What?  Huh?  How?"  I babbled unable to complete a thought.

"How do I know about the boy you fucked in the bathroom back at LA?  Easy,
I came in to take a piss and heard sounds that I recognized immediately.
After all, I've helped make them more than once.  I love a hot T-room
session," he added almost sarcastically.

"Anyway, after I finished pissing and heard you still going at it I knew
you must have been having a great time.  I quietly slipped into the next
stall and got down so I could look under the partition.  It gave me a great
view of your big cock fucking his little ass."

I paused for a moment recalling that recent encounter and also remembering
hearing what I thought were noises as Peter, yes that was his name, Peter,
and I fucked.  "So, did you enjoy the show?" was all I could think to say.

"Like I said, I know I'm a much better fuck than that kid, but I did like
the look of your hairless cock and how you used it.  Of course, you should
have spun him around and made him use his mouth to clean you off after you
came.  It's a shame all that cum and ass cream wasted on toilet paper.  I
never would have let you leave with getting a good taste of our fuck."

"Why didn't you join us," I asked?  I was becoming totally enthralled by
young Brian and no longer cared about little other than how to get my cock
into this cute boy.

"I wanted to," was his short answer.  The he continued: "The problem was
the partition was probably too low to get under.  Plus, you guys were
almost done when I got there."

"You should have knocked on our door.  I would have let you in."

"Yeah, now I know.  At the time I thought you two might be regular lovers
or maybe even father and son.  Sometimes I wouldn't want my somebody
interrupting dad and I, so I decided not to bother you."  The father and
son reference caught my attention.

"But I did get to have a little bit of fun," he continued.  "After you
left, I watched for a minute and noticed he didn't lock the door behind
you.  He sat on the toilet and stroked his wet cock.  I decided to be
daring and, leaving my hiding place, I pushed open the other stall and
stepped in front of him.  He nearly panicked until I told him it was okay
and asked if he wanted to have some more fun.  The kid nodded as I dropped
my shorts.  I told him to stand up and bend over the toilet.  He surely
thought I was going to fuck him, but I had something else in mind.  When
his stretched out hole came into view I could see strands of your cum and
had to have it.  So I stuck my face between his cheeks and my tongue up his
hole and sucked every drop I reach from his ass.

"By the way," he said leaning even closer and winking, "you shoot a really
tasty load!"

How do you respond to a teenage boy who tells you how good your jizz tastes
coming out of another teenage boy's ass?  All I could say was, "Uh,
thanks."

He was silent for a moment and I gathered enough composure to ask, "So, now
what do we do?"

"The question is not really we sport.  It's you.  You find someway,
somewhere to fuck my ass with that thick slab of a boy-pleaser you carry
around and as soon as possible."

It may surprise you, but that reply did not surprise me.  "Much easier said
that done, Brian.  We are on a half full airplane at 35,000 feet somewhere
between LA and Tampa.  What's more your parents are sitting just a dozen
rows behind us."

"They're not a problem.  They know all about me and how much fucking around
with men I do.  Shit, they were the ones who got me started six years ago.
Our only worry there is if dad gets jealous and wants to join the party.
Mom was awake and saw me come up here so I'm sure she knows why I choose
you to visit."

Brian continued to assure me about his parents and more and more I realized
how much we had in common.  His dad had introduced him to gay sex.  Like my
mom, his had lent her complete approval and on occasion even watched or
joined dad and I having sex.  Many times mom served cookies and milk or
Coke in her kitchen or my room to me and one or several naked boys.  They
were definitely more shocked at first than mom.

"I heard about the `Mile High Club' where people have sex on planes.
Can't we do it?"

Brian asked, again disturbing my trip down memory lane.

"Three problems," I said to the eager lad.  "First, it means both of us
squeezing into a lavatory.  That's a problem in itself, but then we have to
both get in and without getting caught and that's tough on this full of an
airplane.  Third, even though many people may not object to a man and woman
going in together, I don't think they'd look the other way if it was two
men and certainly not if it was a man and an extremely sexy teenager."

"Thanks, I knew you thought I was hot!" he exclaimed.  "Maybe later when it
gets dark and people are asleep, we can sneak into the bathroom and nobody
will notice."

To this day, I cannot describe how much I wanted that boy at that moment,
but I knew the danger was too great.  So I improvised a plan.  "How about
this Brian?  I don't think we can manage anything on the plane, but after
we land it'll be a half hour wait at least for our bags.  If your parents
really don't object to us getting together, then lets find a bathroom in
Tampa and I promise to drill every inch of my cock up you tight little
ass."

"Pussy," said Brian, "or boy-pussy is what I like to call it.  Some guy
told me, and it's absolutely true; a pussy is just a hole designed for a
cock to fill and that's what my asshole is.  So that's what I call it.
Actually, if you count my mouth my I have two very experienced pussies."

I didn't bother debating the point any farther.  My interest was in getting
my cock in his ass, pussy, or whatever he wanted to call it.  "So do you
want me to fuck your pussy when we get to Tampa?"

"I want you to fuck me now.  I don't want to wait, but if that's my only
option..."

"Trust me Brian, I don't want to wait any longer than you do.  If it were
up to me I would toss you in the aisle and fuck you right there in front of
every man, woman, and child on this plane, but I would get into a lot of
trouble and be thrown in jail if somebody caught us in that lavatory.  What
do you say to Tampa?"

"I like the idea of you fucking me in front of everybody.  I wonder how
many would join us?  But like I said; if Tampa's my only option."  I told
him it was, but then he asked, "Can we at least play around a little here
on the plane?"

"What do you have in mind," I asked, expecting him to have little if any
idea of the possibilities?  "Well, I've seen mom and dad play around under
blankets several times on planes.  Mom jerks dad's cock until he cums and
then lets me lick her fingers.  Dad even did that for me once and we both
licked his fingers.  Could we do something like that?"

"All right," I said, "but only if we're very careful and when I say stop,
you must stop."

"Great, I'll get a couple blankets for us!"

Brian crawled over me and headed toward the back of the plane.  I was about
to tell him all we had to do was ask the flight attendant, but he made a
beeline for the overhead bin where they were stored.  The bin was two rows
behind his folks.  He paused on the way back to speak with them.  When he
saw me watching, he made a grand play of pulling his mother's hand to his
mouth and making as if to kiss it.  A closer look showed three fingers of
her right hand slip into his mouth.  My eyes met hers and she just smiled.
"Lucky kid and wise parents," I thought.

Brian sat down and immediately spread the blanket over the lower two-thirds
of his body.  I did the same, but pulled mine up almost to my neck.  My arm
and hand could operate in relative secrecy and I did not wait long to
start.  My left hand slid under his blanket and made contact with the bare
flesh just above his navel.  I let one finger dip into the deep indentation
as another hooked itself into the ring.  I toyed with these for a couple
minutes before continuing lower.

As I played with my new pet, I asked him if his mom's fingers tasted good.
"Okay," he responded with little enthusiasm.  I surmised they had not been
coated with his dad's cum.  I asked what they did taste like and he said,
"Mom's cunt.  She'd been fingering herself after she got dad off and all I
could taste was her juice.  She also asked if I was
 going to fuck the kid in the yellow shorts and I told her I was going to
do you instead."

So his mom had noticed the youngster in the tight Lycra as well.  I assumed
she also noted her son's ploy to discretely fondle the boy.  I asked Brian
if he would like to mess around with him and he said of course he would.
He told me the kid was probably thirteen or fourteen and a couple years
younger than himself, but he had a great body and his cock smelled great.
So he had gotten as close as I thought he had.

When I reached the top of Brian's shorts, I was pleasantly surprised to
find them undone and the zipper already open.  I slid my hand down his
torso enjoying the feel of his firm, smooth skin.  I wondered when my
fingers would encounter a forest of pubic hair.  My silent question was
answered when they met the base of Brian's already stiff cock.  I
encountered no pubic hair because this sweet boy had none.  Either from
shaving or other means, he was as smooth as a newborn baby.

My fingers encircled the base and made their way to tip of his cock.  This
allowed me to measure both its width and length.  A slender, but impressive
eight-inch long circumcised erection met my stroke.  With thumb and
forefinger I circled the broad, mushroom-shaped head, before dipping my
pinky into the wet and open hole at the very peak of his boyhood.  I slid
my hand up and down the length of his cock several times.

Sensing he might be getting close to cumming, I released the shaft and felt
lower until my fingers found the loose sack that held Brian's cum-filled
balls.  He was as smooth and hairless here as everywhere else my hand
explored.  He leaned close to my face and whispered, "You have nice hands.
I'll turn over and let you play with my pussy."

With that, Brian carefully turned until he was on his left side and his
back was facing me.  I made sure his blanket did not slip during the
maneuver and expose my groping hand or his semi-naked body.  Once on his
side, Brian glanced over his shoulder to give me a brief smile and then
seemed to drift off to sleep.

My active left hand soon found the firm cheeks of his ass.  As you might
expect with a 6'4", sixteen year-old kid, there was very little padding.
Just hard bone, a little muscle, and smooth as satin skin rested under my
hand.  I wondered if that skin was pale white or possibly some light shade
of tan or even dark brown.

I slid two fingers into and down the long narrow cleft between the cheeks
of his ass.  The skin was hot and damp, almost wet.  As my fingers passed
his, to use Brian's words, pussy they found it to be even wetter.  I paused
for a moment to tap the ring of muscle and then continued down to the back
of his scrotum.  Then I moved up again and stopped at his wet little pussy.

Again I tapped at the ring of muscle and found it already slightly open.  I
slid one and then two fingers inside with almost no resistance.  Heat and
slippery wetness engulfed my fingers on their dark journey.  I wondered
about how Brian's pussy came to be so moist.  Had he applied some form of
lubricant before or after boarding the plane?  If so, it certainly was a
long lasting (well over one hour) and non-greasy type.

Perhaps Brian's pussy had been prepared another way.  I thought of Peter in
the bathroom back in LA.  Had Brian offered the youngster his pussy and
were my fingers encountering the lingering remnants of hot teenage boy-sex?
Or maybe Brian was one of that very special group of men and boys, whose
asses truly do function like pussy, even to the point of producing juices
to lubricate himself.

I continued to ponder these points as I slowly fucked Brian's boy-pussy.  I
easily added a third finger and felt the responding snugness of an
experienced ass.  As I finger- fucked him, Brian worked his hips in small
arcs so as not to attract attention.  He also began to work the very
skillful muscles that lined his ass channel.  They seemed to squeeze and
release my fingers on each of my fuck strokes.  I added a fourth finger and
thought of fisting this kid.  I'd done it to other even younger boys during
my vacation.  Boys who were physically much smaller than Brian.

For half an hour I relished my play in the warm trench that was this young
boy's ass until I felt Brian's movements become a less smooth and
controlled.  I suspected he was getting close and decided that might not be
the best idea.  I slowly withdrew my fingers and softly stroked his ass and
lower back until he could regain full control of his body.

Brian rolled over and faced me.  He smiled weakly and said, "Thank you.
That's the best sex I ever had without actually cumming.  Now it's my turn
to do you."

I sensed as much as saw or felt his hand move under my blanket and find its
way into my crotch.  His hand softly stroked my cock through the khaki
material, before deftly seeking out and undoing the button and zipper that
held my shorts in place.  His soft hand slid over my smoothly shaved groin
and wrapped itself around the base of my hard cock.  Brian continued
downward and his cupped my balls before his fingers moved on to stroke the
insides of my thighs and then return to rest on my hairless groin.

"I think a smooth, hairless cock is so sexy," said Brian in a voice just
above a whisper.  I should have that worried someone might hear him, but my
hard cock was controlling all of my thought processes.  "That was something
else I thought was so hot when I saw you fuck that kid.  A fifteen year-old
with more hair than a thirty year-old."

He came pretty close to judging my age, only two years short.  "That's why
I keep mine hairless, too.  The men I hook up with seem to love it too.  I
used to shave a couple times a week, but I hated the hassle and the
stubble.  Now I either use mom's leg cream or about once a month I go to
this salon with her and dad and we all get professional all over body
shaves.  It's so sexy feeling the cream on your skin and then having it
lightly shaved off.  I usually have it done by this black guy.  He's in
beauty school and works at the shop part-time, but he always gets naked
when he does me and then we fuck.  Usually he fucks me, but sometimes he
begs me to do him."

"What do the guys in locker room or at the pool say when they see you," I
asked?  I knew the mix of curious, resentful, and hungry looks I got at my
health club.

"A few guys used to get on me about it, but they don't say much anymore
since I've grown.  When you're the star of the team and have a cock twice
the size of most of the other guys, there's not much they can say.  Plus,
they I could kick their butts and then fuck their cherry pussies if they
got out of line."

As he spoke, Brian had started to slowly stroke my cock.  He demonstrated a
skill beyond his years, but not beyond his expressed experience.
Occasionally, his hand would slide off to cup my heavy balls and then a
finger would seek out my ass.  My posture did not allow him to properly
explore my ass and I did not feel it wise to turn and face the aisle.
Brian did not attempt to make me cum.  I could tell because every time the
veins in my cock shaft began to thicken, his hand would seek out some other
portion of my body.

"I love you're navel ring," I whispered to the boy who so deftly was
handling my cock.  "How long have you had it?  Are you going to get some
more?"

"Next to keeping myself hairless," he said, "it's the sexiest thing I've
ever done.  I asked mom and dad for it as a sixteenth birthday gift and
they readily agreed.  Mom had her nipples pierced shortly after I quit
nursing and she has been getting dad pierced for years.  He looks so
straight, but at mom's command he has two piercings in each nipple, one in
his navel, a really thick PA, and four more rings under his balls.  The guy
jingles at times," Brian added with a soft giggle.

"Do you want to get some more," I asked again?  "Absolutely!" was Brian's
response.  "In fact, mom and dad don't know it but I have an appointment
day after tomorrow with the guy who did me and does dad to get a PA."

I told Brian that I thought he would need his parent's approval and he said
that technically that was right.  However, since the guy new Brian's family
so well he was making an exception.  In exchange for a chance to fuck
Brian's pussy and an extra $20 he would do the work.  I thought of all the
trouble the guy could get himself into and decided I would gladly make the
same deal.

Brian's hand had been playing with me for nearly an hour when the
`Fasten Seat Belt' sign came on and the announcement said he had to
return to his seat.  I watched as he deftly dressed under the blankets
hardly able to tell what he was doing had I not known so intimately.  I was
still struggling with my shorts when he stood up and squeezed past me.  As
he did, I saw the distinct wet smears on his abdomen caused by a leaky
cock.  I wished I could lean forward and quickly lick away the pre-cum from
just above his pierced navel.

I made no effort to hide my interest as Brian walked back to his seat.  I
turned to study the smooth motion of his hips even though they were nearly
hidden by the baggy shorts.  He neared his seat, but passed for a moment
before sitting.  His attention was drawn back and to the right and I saw
the youth in the Lycra shorts smile in Brian's direction.  I thought Brian
nodded back before acknowledging his parents and settling into his seat.

We landed without incident and pulled up to the gate at just before 11:00
pm.  I paused at the far edge of the boarding gate area and waited for
Brian and his parents.  They emerged a couple minutes later and greeted me
warmly.  There greeting was amazingly warm considering what I had just done
and was about to do to their teenage son.  I shook hands with Brian's dad
who looked as straight as his son said and his mom kissed me on the cheek.
Brian draped an arm over my shoulder and said, "Let's go fuck!"

I was certain many people in the gate area heard his request, but I was as
horny as Brian and wanted exactly what he commanded.  I put an arm about
his waist and led him to a quiet area.  Near the check-in counters, all
closed at this late hour, was what we sought.  Brian led me in and I was
pleased to find the room empty.  My new lover turned and gave me the
forceful kiss I'd wanted to give him for the past several hours.

Feeling his tongue prod my lips, I opened my mouth and granted it entrance.
His lips and tongue felt exquisite.  Hungry to taste Brian's mouth, I
forced my tongue past his.  I sought every remote corner as he sucked hotly
on my tongue.  We kissed for nearly a minute as I slowly backed us into the
last stall, a conveniently large handicapped accessible unit.

We broke our embrace to shed our clothes and lock the door.  I was thankful
that door and walls of the stall extended within and inch of the.
Likewise, I was thankful the walls in Los Angeles had not!  In seconds we
were both naked and took a moment to study each other's body.  His body was
as smooth as that of a ten year-old, but two features jumped out at me.  Of
course his 8" cock, but also the even, dark tan that spread across his
entire body.

I kicked my shorts away and by a fraction of a second beat Brian to a
kneeling position.  I leaned forward and engulfed his entire erect cock in
a single motion.  His slim cock slipped deep into my mouth and that fat
mushroom head prodded the back of my throat.  I nursed his shaft for nearly
a minute, before the need for air forced me to raise my lips and free my
throat.  I keep about half his cock in my mouth and savor the sweet, young
boy taste.  My tongue slid around and under his cock head several times
before I slipped it into his dripping piss slit.

"Oh, God!  You are a great cock sucker," Brian moaned through clenched
teeth.

His pre-cum tasted wonderful and seemed to flow into my sucking mouth.  I
slid my lips to the base of his cock again and pressed my nose into his
hairless lower abdomen.  Brian's body stiffened and his cock swelled in my
mouth.  He trick to push me away and grunted a plea not to cum so soon.  I
ignored it wanting a mouthful of his cum more than anything at that moment.
I slid my lips upward again and stopped when my lips locked just below the
widest part of his cock head, slipped a finger into his pussy, and accepted
his liquid offering.

"AAAUUUGGGHHHH," Brian groaned loudly.  Thankful the restroom was deserted,
I let him fill my mouth with his cum before swallowing.  I thought he would
overflow my lips, but finally his body relaxed.  I savored the delicious
flavor before swallowing my treat.

Brain again tried to remove his cock from my lips and this time I let him.
"Wow, that was almost worth waiting for," sighed Brian.  He bent down and
kissed my cum-slicked lips.  Again I let the boy's tongue enter my mouth.
He anxiously sought the remnants of his cum.

"Fuck me," Brian commanded.  "I want to suck your cock.  I want you to suck
my pussy.  I want to do everything with you, but not until you FUCK ME."

Who was I to refuse a request like that?  Brian turned around and bent over
the toilet, resting his hands on the back wall and presenting me a clear
view of his ass.  It was as perfectly shaped as I had imagined and as
deeply tanned as the rest of his body.  He placed his head against the
walled and used his now free hands to spread the cheeks of his ass and give
me a perfect view of his pussy.  It was pink, smooth, and hairless, but
also slightly open.  I leaned close wanting to enjoy the view and to taste
him.  My tongue had almost made contact when he again pleaded, "Fuck me,
Dave.  Please, fuck me."

I stole one quick kiss and a quicker flick of the tongue at his opening
before standing up and aligning my cock with heaven.  I slowly thrust my
hips forward and the head of my cock met his pussy.  Brian moaned and again
begged me to fuck him.  I did not hesitate this time and slowly forced my
cock into him.  His asshole opened easily and accepted the first half of my
cock with no resistance.  I paused for a moment and then continued forward
until all ten inches were buried deep in his sixteen-year-old body.

I allowed Brian a few seconds to get accustomed to my length and width
before beginning to fuck him in earnest.  As I paused his hips began a slow
circular dance and I felt his internal muscles work along my manhood.  I
slid entirely out of Brian's pussy and watched his hole gape and heard him
start to beg.  At that moment, I again slid my entire prick into him.

For the next ten minutes, I alternated between short rapid strokes, long
slow strokes, and long, hard, jarring strokes that made my groin slap
against his ass and the boy's head bang against the wall.  These were
Brian's obvious favorites.  I wish we had the time for me to fuck him for
an hour against the, laying on the dirty floor, sitting on the stool, etc.
I wanted to turn him over and stare at his beautiful young face as I forced
myself into his butt, to lie back and let him ride me, to try a dozen
different positions of man-boy sex, but we simply did not have the time.

"Here it comes," I yelled and delivered four extra hard strokes and then
flooded his hot insides.  I came at least eight or nine times and my body
spasmed two or three more, before I was finally able to relax and enjoy the
wonderful feeling of his flooded pussy nursing on my slowly softening cock.
When it slid free of his ass, Brian quickly turned and took my cock in his
mouth.

"You have no idea how good that feels," I sighed.  His lips and tongue
demonstrating a skill far beyond his years.  I looked into the boy's
upturned eyes and remembered what he said about making the kid in LA do the
same for me.  Brian was true to his promise.

He let my still partially hard cock slid from his mouth and smiled up at
me.  "You have no idea how good this tastes," was his reply.

"I know how I can enjoy something just as tasty," I told him.

I let him nurse on me for a few more seconds before withdrawing from his
mouth.  Brian protested, but wanted my taste of our fuck.  I stood him up
and turned his body.  I knelt on the hard floor and went for his dripping
cunt.  A long strand of cum slid down one inner thigh.  I gathered it on my
tongue and savored the delicious treat.  Next my tongue slid into his open
pussy and gathered the other traces of cum.  Brian was right.  We did taste
good together.

Again, I could have spent all night and all month with this boy but our
time was limited.  We embraced our sweaty, naked bodies sliding against
each other.  My hands found his perfect hard ass and squeezed.  I felt his
cock rise against my stomach and knew we had to break our embrace before it
turned into another fifteen minutes.  His long fingers stroked my ass and
one worked its way inside.  Knowing it was now or never, I lifted his lips
to mine and we kissed deeply, before forcing ourselves apart and dressing.

As we dressed and during our walk back to the baggage claim carousel, I had
to ask about his great all over tan.  Brian said it was nothing.  He and
his folks were nudists.  They lived year around in a nudist community.  The
only time he wore clothes was when he went into Lakeland or on trips like
this.  I asked him about school and he said the community had a K-5 and his
folks `home-schooled' him since.  The only time I go to the regular
school is for practice or games.  I thought about how lucky this boy was.
He lived a life where he never had to hide his body or who he was
sexually..

"Don't friends or relatives get freaked out when they come to see you," I
asked?  "They all know what they are getting into, at least in theory.  Of
course, some choose not to visit.  Dad's parents and his sister are that
way.  Plus, as a visitor, you don't have to be naked, but it is strongly
encouraged.  I have a friends, one boy and one girl in particular, who come
to see me just so they can go naked.  Their parents are prudes and would be
shocked if they knew they stripped at the gates and were nude the all
time."

"Do you have sex with them?"

"Man, now you sound like everybody else.  Just because we're naked doesn't
mean we do nothing but fuck!"  I tried to tell him that's not what I meant
and that it was his sexual lifestyle that prompted the question.  "Okay,
sorry I snapped at you," Brian said, "and yes, Ron and I have gotten it on
a few times.  Ron and Teri fuck a lot at the colony and away.  Plus, mom
and Terry like to get together and sometimes they include dad.  I saw them
double fuck him with strap-on dildos once.  I went in later and shoved my
fist up dad's ass without a bit of lube.  I didn't even bother to lick my
hand or his ass!"

By the time we got back to baggage claim, about halve the bags had arrived.
Brian's parents had grabbed three so far and seemed to be looking for more.
I thought I saw one of my suitcases just going by as I walked up, but
didn't worry about.  My attention was split in other ways.  First I watched
Brain approach and greet his folks as if nothing out of the ordinary had
happened.  Then I searched the knot of people for the kid in the yellow
bicycle shorts.

My timing was perfect and my heart skipped a beat.  He was just leaning
over to recover a large duffle bag.  My vantage point gave me a perfect
view of his ass and his feet-apart posture meant I could clearly make out
the shape of his balls as they were molded to one young thigh.  Laying his
bag on the ground, he appeared to be looking for another bag.  His head
turned quickly and his eyes met mine for an instant.  Then they moved on
and I realized someone had yelled to him.

A young man maybe four or five years older than him, but bearing a definite
family resemblance, quickly worked through the crowd and embraced the
beautiful young man.  Their greeting was certainly warm, but warmer still
was the quick, but more than brief, lip-to-lip kiss and the way the
newcomer grabbed two handfuls of yellow Lycra- encased ass.

They separated and the older youth grabbed the large duffle while the kid
grabbed a smaller bag from the carousel.  Out of the corner of my eye, I
noticed that my bag had again passed me.  The crowd had dispersed and I
started to follow my bag.  When I caught it, I looked back and saw that
Brian, the boy in the yellow shorts, and his friend were talking and
looking my way.  Just then Brian pointed at me and nodded his head.  The
other two smiled at me and they all slapped hands.  I guessed there was
only one thing they would be agreeing about and was right.

I claimed my second bag as the boys, for I guessed their ages to be 13, 16,
and 17 or 18, walked toward me.  Brian spoke first saying: "Dave, I think
you'd like to meet Tim and his brother Brad," indicating first the younger
and then the older.  I dropped my bags and shook hands as he continued, "I
know they want to meet you."

"Are they friends of yours?" I asked Brian.

"No I just met them," he replied, "but you know how sexy I thought Tim was
and, when I saw him kiss Brad, I had to introduce myself."

I was trying to figure out what to say when Tim spoke up.  "Brian just told
us about your big cock and how well you fucked him with it."  I blushed and
cringed in the same instant.  "Don't worry," the youngest of the three boys
said, "I'm not upset, except, maybe, that you fucked Brian instead of me."

I thought I would faint.  Here was this, with the exception of those
obscene shorts, innocent appearing young boy taking me to task for fucking
his new acquaintance instead of him.  This was unbelievable.  I had just
flown half way around the world and spent $15,000 on airfare, hotels, and
other fees to spend six weeks fucking boys when all I needed to do was get
on a plane from LA to Tampa and have three of the sexiest charmers I ever
met proposition me.

I heard Brian asking if I was okay and gradually came back to reality.  I
looked at Tim and decided to be bold.  "So you want to be the third boy in
the last six hours to have my 10" cock buried in his teenage pussy?"  I
didn't stop to let him answer.  "I bet you'd even suck me off right here if
I'd drop my pants and ordered you to."

The boy looked scared for a second, intimidated by the domineering and
threatening tone of my voice.  However, a moment later a knowing grin
spread across his face and he said, "You wouldn't have to order me, sir."

"Hey you two, don't go getting arrested," said Brian.  He may have thought
he was joking, but Tim's words nearly induced me to open my shorts and let
him have a go.

Brian continued saying, "The reason I introduced you was so you might be
able to get together some other time.  I knew from the time Tim bordered
the plane that he was into other boys.  When he kissed his brother and they
grabbed ass, I knew for sure."  Was this a sixteen or a sixty year-old
person speaking to us?  "I just found out that Tim, Brad, and their dad
moved to Tampa in the last month.  I invited them out to the colony, but
I'm sure they live a lot closer to you than me."

Having just arrived in town tonight, Tim obviously did not know his way
around.  Brad had been here two weeks, but between his newness to the area
and the late hour, I wasn't able to follow his description of where they
lived.  I did get the sense however, that they might live somewhere near my
far north side home.  Brad gave me their phone number and said to call
anytime.  I said I would as soon as I got settled back into my home and
slept for a couple days.

I shook their hands again and Brian hugged me.  I felt his hard cock
against my stomach and thought for a moment of how good it tasted and might
feel deep inside me.  He kissed my cheek and led me to his parents as Brad
and Tim headed for the exit.  I again told Brian's parents what a fine son
they had and they thanked me and once more I was invited to their place.  I
promised to call them as well and to get together.