Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2001 14:31:28 EST
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: HandiBoy

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction.  It is a fantasy.  It
never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This story may contain
sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy and other male teens.
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Introduction

Each evening, driving home from work, I would pull up to the bank of
mailboxes just before my house, get out of the car and get the mail.  Often
a boy would be roller-blading on the street or being hauled around on his
blades by a neighbor's Great Dane.  I didn't know him as he didn't live in
our neighborhood but must have been hired by my neighbor to walk the huge
dog.  Every once in a while, maybe a half dozen times over the last year or
so, he had passed close enough to me to acknowledge my presence and I, his.
Most boys his age, which I judged to be about 14, would just speed on by.
But not this polite young lad.  He gave me a shy smile and a tentative
wave.  I'm a friendly guy and always smiled and waved back.  That was it
and I didn't think much more of it until this past Saturday.

Chapter One - Spring Cleaning

Every year our town has a special spring trash pickup week where you can
put most anything out on the curb and the town will haul it to the dump for
free.  I had always been meaning to take advantage of this but also was
always able to find something more important to do, such as sleep late, go
for pizza, well, you know the routine.  Anyhow, this year the fever hit me
and about 10 AM Saturday morning I found myself driving down to the nearest
designated dump corner at the entrance to the public beach.  I had a
stationwagon bursting with a load of old junk.  When I pulled up another
guy was there with two boys helping him unload his bunch of stuff.  As I've
never married and have no children, I commented to him on his good fortune
to have two sons to help him.

"Well, actually," he replied.  "The lazy one is my son and the hard worker
is his friend Mike."  He was obviously teasing but the comment caused me to
notice that Mike was the boy who walked the Great Dane.  I nodded and
smiled at him. Then I went back to unloading my station wagon.

When they were done, the two boys hopped on the tail gate of their wagon
and the guy started a U-turn to drive away.  As they did, I looked up and
smiled again at Mike who gave me a shy smile back and what could only be
called a discreet wave.  He raised his hand to me but hidden from the view
of his friend by his body.  It was an automatic reaction on my part, I
winked at him and his smile was washed by brightness and then a blush.
Then the man completed his U-turn and they drove off.

While driving home I wondered what that was all about.  I've lived in this
neighborhood all of my life and know that people have speculated as to my
never having married.  Furthermore, I have, on one or two occasions had
reason to believe that boys suspected about my being gay but surely the boy
wasn't coming on to me.  I'm 50'ish and overweight.  What could a young boy
see in me?

Two or three times during the rest of the morning his wave crossed my mind
again and then I dismissed it.  Who was I kidding, he was just a friendly
kid.  I had gone out to do some errands and when I returned the idea of
another load to the dump area seemed like a good one.  It really was just
to see if the boy might be there again.  I know, I was being silly and when
I got to the drop off point, of course he wasn't there.  I emptied the car
and went home feeling a little stupid.  I was actually rather pleased
though that I had finally gotten rid of some of the old junk in the garage.

About 3 PM, I happened to glance out front and saw the boy stopped by the
end of my driveway.  He was on his blades and appeared to be looking up at
the house.  I watched and wondered.  Then, sure enough he started towards
the house.  Still on his blades, he carefully climbed the stairs up to the
porch, to the kitchen door and rang the bell.

"Hi!  I saw you out there and thought you were going to walk the Great
Dane" I didn't know the dog's name.

"Nah.  They're away and Buddy's at the vets."

"Buddy?  That's his name?  Buddy?"

"Yeah," he laughed.  "Silly isn't it?"

"Well, it's kind of an understatement of a name for a dog like that."

"Yeah.  Ah, I saw you this morning unloading stuff and was wondering if
there was anything I could do for you I'm pretty handy?"

"Oh, well, I think I'm done for this year but do you do other things?
Windows, stuff like that?"

"Well, not usually windows."

"Tell you what, let's see if we can fill the wagon once more.  There is one
place I haven't worked on but it's kind of dusty."

"Okay, is $8.00 an hour okay, minimum of 2 hours?"

"Ah, a business man. I like that.  Sure, that'll be fine."

The place I needed cleared out was a crawl space which was dusty, full of
cob webs and littered with mouse turds.  Mike never complained.  Starting
from the back towards the front, he pulled out every item I asked for and
rearranged those that were left behind.  He asked for a dust pan and brush
and cleaned the whole floor.  When we were finished and he came out into
the bright light I couldn't help but laugh.  He was filthy.  The funniest
was his hair.  He was about 5'2" and 100 pounds with rich blue eyes and sun
bleached blond wavy hair that was thick enough that it seemed to have a
mind of its own.  The funny part was that he had a coating of cob webs and
dust all over it that made him look almost gray haired.  Even his eyebrows
were coated.  His clothes were a mess too and I apologized for not thinking
about them.  He had on a pair of baggy black nylon shorts like the kids
wear and a black T-shirt.  They too were coated with dust.  To his credit
though, he didn't seem to mind.

He went outside and tried his best to clean the stuff off and did a pretty
good job but still he would need a shower, probably even before he'd be
allowed to go far into the house when he got home.  I told him that I would
call his Mom to take the blame.  He seemed to appreciate that but said it
wasn't necessary.  I paid him and he thanked me adding; "You are very nice
to work for.  Maybe I could come back tomorrow and do some of those windows
for you.  Could you show them to me now?"

I was pleased because I enjoyed his company and conversation as well.
"Sure, that would be great.  Come on, I'll give you the grand tour."  We
went all around downstairs and then upstairs ending up in the master
bedroom which had three walls that were nearly all windows with decks on
two sides so two out of three wouldn't be too difficult to wash.

He stopped at my treadmill and asked; "low mileage?"

"Yes," I answered. "But don't be a smart ass."  He gave me a relieved smile
when he saw I was kidding.

Then he stopped to look at the 35 inch TV with surround sound.  "Nice TV.
It's kind of big for a bedroom though."  He started to poke through the
video tapes and quickly noticed that they were all gay.  "Oh."  He blushed
a very deep red.  "I didn't mean to be nosy."

"That's quite all right Mike.  No harm done."  I tried to put him at ease.

"I know what some of the guys say but I wont say nothing, honest.  I don't
like that kind of talk anyhow."

"What talk Mike?  What do the guys say?  Something about me?"

He was blushing again.  "Well, you know," and he looked at the pile of
video tapes.

Yes, I did know.  Or rather, suspected.  "Mike, people like to gossip, to
say things to impress other people and they often do it without regard for
the truth.  I sense that you are not like that and I very much appreciate
it."

"Well, when they say things like that they hurt me too.  So, I understand
and would never do that to anyone else."

"You mean?"  I asked.  Again he blushed and nodded with obvious shame.
"Mike, you look ashamed.  Don't you ever, least of all around me, be
ashamed of who you are.  You are clearly a nice person and what you feel
inside and who you like is no body's business but yours and the person you
like ... if you can tell them.  I know 14 year olds don't like talking with
old folks like me but if you ever need to talk, just ask."

"Thank you, I'll think about that and I don't think you're that old.
You're nice and I like talking with you."

"Well, thank you too young man.  You are a nice boy and I like talking with
you as well.  But, if we don't break this up you will be late for your
supper."  We walked out to the porch and down to the driveway.  He put his
blades back on and started to skate away.

"Oh!  I'll call after breakfast to see when to come wash your windows!"  He
dashed down the road.  I didn't envy him growing up gay in this homophobic
small town but I did envy his ability on his blades.

Chapter Two - Windows aren't all I do

The phone's incessant ring finally changed to my voice on the answering
machine followed by that annoying beep and then Mike's voice; "Hi!  It's
Mike.  I'm calling about doing you, ah, your windows.  I'll call back in a
little while."  There was a little giggle before he hung up.

I rolled over and looked at the clock; 7:30 AM?  What time zone is this kid
in?  When I was 14 I wanted to sleep until noon.  Oh well, I was up.  It
was 8:15 as I poured my first cup of coffee and had to put it down to
answer the phone.  No surprise, it was Mike and there seemed to be no
holding him back, he was on his way.

He rolled up on his blades at 8:30.  The kid was a dynamo.  I showed him
where all the materials were and he started with the windows in the garage
of all places.  I hadn't even thought of them.  I went about my usual
Sunday morning chores, paying bills and doing the laundry.  He washed
carefully and methodically, taking his time to be sure to get all the
corners.  By 11:30 he was halfway through the first floor when I caught up
with him.  "Mike, how about a break?  I have to run to the ATM at the bank
to get some cash and make a deposit.  Come along and we can get a couple
sandwiches and stuff for lunch."

"I'd rather keep washing.  Is that okay?  I mean, leaving me with your
house?"

I thought about it and figured he wasn't stupid and I kind of wanted to
show him I trusted him.  "Okay, but don't let anyone in.  What kind of
sandwich would you like?"

"Roast beef on a roll with lettuce and Mayo, salt and pepper please."

"Ah, good choice."  I was off and running.  About 40 minutes later I pulled
into the garage and came into the kitchen.  I heard fast foot steps
upstairs and called out.  "Mike?"

"Be right down!"  The sound of bare feet walking quickly was followed by
the sound of him bounding down the stairs.  He walked into the kitchen
pulling his T-shirt on over his head.  "I was getting hot and wet so I
stripped down to my speedos.  I hope you don't mind."

I did a double take as he came around the counter and into view.  He had on
what looked like last years speedos in the school colors.  They left
absolutely nothing to the imagination.  His boyhood basket was prominently
displayed and it appeared that he enjoyed that fact as he looked half hard.
There was also a wet spot right where the end of his dick would have been
if he was fully hard.  He turned to wash his hands in the sink and showed
off a very desirable full pair of nice round buns that were barely
contained by the too small speedo.  My mind raced.  Was there a double
meaning to his comment; 'getting hot and wet' and was that wet spot just
from washing windows?  I tore my mind away from the direction it was going
and my eyes from his butt just as he turned around.  "Your sandwich is on
the table there.  Help yourself to a soda in the ice box and have a seat.
I'll just run up to the bathroom and be right back."

"Thanks.  I'll wait for you."

What are you doing!  I thought to myself.  Sure he's an attractive and
desirable male and sure he's gay and sure he may be coming on to you but,
he's only 14.  What are you doing getting a hardon over a 14 year old?  I
had always looked at handsome guys in their teens but never thought
seriously of touching.  I shook my head and went in to my bathroom to wash
up.

As I came out I noticed the remote for the VCR was on the floor by the bed.
I looked around but didn't see any of the window washing stuff and the
windows were still dirty so Mike hadn't been in here yet.  I must have
dropped it.  Then I walked around the bed past the TV and noticed the tapes
were out of place and right on top was one of my favorites; "The Lawn Boy".
Maybe he had started to look at the tape and that explained the wet spot in
his speedos.  Nah, the bed was neat.  But still, I wondered.

We sat enjoying our roast beef sandwiches and had a nice chat.  He told me
about his family.  He had an older sister in college.  His Father's
business kept him on the road a lot.  His Mother was very active in
charities and never home when he got home from school.  I got the
impression that he was a lonely boy with few friends because friends meant
a higher risk of discovery.  The boy he had been with yesterday was his
best friend and someone that he had a major crush on.  The bad thing was
that his friend had just got a girl friend and so Mike was afraid that
there would be pressure for him to get one too.  He was even a little
jealous.

I suggested that he go along with it.  There was nothing wrong with having
a girl friend and not having sex, especially at his age.  When his friends
bragged or talked about sex with their dates he could just decide to not
talk about it.  If they gave him a hard time he could say that he liked and
respected his date and would never talk about those things.  He said that
would make them give him an even harder time and I just said to ignore
them, they would only keep it up as long as they got to him.  On the other
hand, they would eventually respect him for his class.  All in all, I knew
it was a bit idealistic but one couldn't really fault the concept.  There
is never anything wrong with respecting people.

"Boy, that hit the spot" I enthused.

"Yeah, thank you sir for the sandwich and your advice.  I like talking with
you."

"You are very welcome Mike, anytime.  Oh, and please call me John.  The sir
thing makes me sound old."

"Oh, okay.  I was brought up to say sir to my elders but you're young as
far as I'm concerned.  I just have half the upstairs left, is there
anything else you'd like me to do?  He emphasized the word 'do'.  How about
your yard?  I'd really like being your Lawn Boy."

I almost choked on my last swallow of soda.  Damn!  Was it just coincidence
that he used that same phrase as the title of the porn tape upstairs?  My
head was really spinning now.  "Ah, well, I have a lawn service but let's
keep thinking.  I'm sure something will pop up that you can do."  GOD! I
can't believe I just said that.  Maybe there wasn't anything to the things
he said but if there was I just gave him encouragement.  Man!  Was there
some subconscious drive here on my part?  I tried shifting gears.  "I'll
take care of these dishes, why don't you go on back to those windows?  The
ones down here look great.  I'll be up in a few minutes to see how you're
coming."  OH SHIT! I said to myself.  I did it again.

I blushed uncontrollably and as Mike got up he gave me a side look with a
dirty grin.  "I guess I'll just get hot and wet up there again so I'll
strip off my T-shirt again."  He pulled it over his head and exposed his
beautiful smooth adolescent body.  Oh those speedos, while they left
nothing to the imagination, the sure stimulated it too.  I could see, now
that he was totally soft, that he had indeed been half hard when he came
down to lunch.  As his shirt cleared his head I could see his eyes glance
at my crotch which most certainly showed my interest.

As he moved towards the stairs he asked, "That last window looks scary and
I may need to be held, will you come if I want you to?"

Oh geez, did he mean what I thought or was he was referring to the last
window in my bed room beyond the deck.  It was over two and a half stories
to the ground below.  I suggested, "I've been trying to figure a safe way
to wash that one.  I guess I'll have to let it go.  I wouldn't want you to
fall."

"Okay."  He ran up the stairs and I went about the cleanup.  I had a few
other chores to do and then wandered up to see how he was doing.  "Hi," he
said.  "I'm just about to move into your bedroom.  Why don't you keep me
company?  You can watch me work and we can talk some more."

I just loved the idea of watching him and, by this time, was quite sure
that he knew it.  He started on the sliding glass doors.  First he gave the
inside a once-over and the whole time his bottom seemed to swing, sway and
bounce a lot more than necessary.  I lay back on my bed propped up by the
back board and enjoyed the show.  Then he moved out side and turned to face
me.  His speedos were straining to contain him.  He obviously enjoyed
giving me that little show before.  As he washed the window he would
occasionally bump his basket with his arm and the resulting movement within
made it very obvious that he was very turned on.  Then he came back in with
a smile and finished the inside.

"How does it look?"  he asked.

"It sure looks good to me." I responded.  There, I had done it again.  What
was I thinking?

He slid up the double hung window that opened on the deck and took off the
screen.  He quickly washed it and replaced the screen.  That left the one
window in the whole house that wasn't safe.  He stood inside and looked at
it trying to figure out what to do.  Then he stepped forward and opened the
bottom.  The screen was easy to remove but now, how to wash it.  So long as
he didn't try anything risky I thought that I'd just watch and see if he
figured out a way.  First he pushed both halves all the way down and stood
on the step ladder and leaned carefully out to wash the whole outside of
the top section.  So far so good.  Then he pulled the inside or bottom
section half way up and was able to wash the top half of it.  Okay.  Now,
just the bottom half of it and he'd have done it!

I watched as he raised both halves to the top and stood scratching his
head.  I sensed that he was a little scared of falling but didn't want to
admit it.  I spoke up, "hold on a sec.  If you slide the inside section
half way down to expose the dirty side on the outside, I think I have
something in the bathroom that you can use to reach it."

I got up and went into the bathroom.  I don't know if he didn't hear me of
just thought he could do it himself but suddenly there was a loud panicky
screech and I ran back.  He was sitting on the window sill on the outside
facing in.  His toes were wedged under the ladder on the inside and he was
grasping at the curtain draw string to keep from falling.  It was slowly
pulling through the curtain rod and when it came to it's end, so would
Mike.  All this flashed before me in a split second and I dove for him.
Thank God the window was still up or I'd have smashed my head on the bottom
of it.  I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him from falling.  He
was thrashing about in panic and as I pulled him more upright he grabbed
the window and it slid down and pushed my face down into his lap.

Now, this is not my idea of an ideal icebreaker but I could feel every
delightful contour of his boyhood and I must admit that the thought did
cross my mind that it felt very nice through the soft smooth fabric of his
speedos.  As a matter of fact, as Mike regained control, realized that he
was not going to fall and began to calm down, he must have had similar
thoughts to mine because he began to get hard.  The moment I noticed this I
opened my mouth to suggest that he open the window and was rewarded with
the speedo encased head of his dick.  I tried to move and only succeeded in
bringing forth a soft gasp partially spiced with surprise, embarrassment
and a pinch of pleasure.  Finally the window slid up and I was able to move
back.  I didn't want to let go and have him fall so I held tight as he
ducked under the frame.  When he was free I rolled backwards and pulled him
with me.  As we fell to the floor I let go and he ended up lying directly
on top of me.

He wrapped his arms around me and sobbed into my neck, "Oh God!  I was so
scared.  Thank you for grabbing me."  As he said this he gently moved his
still hard cock against me.  I responded involuntarily, my half hard cock
becoming rock hard.  Wrapping my arms around his naked back, I humped back.
His legs slid down on either side of mine and gripping me tight he moaned.
I moved my hands down his warm smooth back until I reached the top of his
speedos.  This could still be reversed I thought hopefully.  I could say
something comforting and we could just roll apart and pretend that it had
never happened.  I knew I was deluding myself.  All those little comments
indeed were full of double meaning and the little rascal has wanted this
all along.  Granted, he probably didn't quite envision it happening like
this but it was nonetheless what he wanted and he proved it by rubbing his
hard cock against mine again and taking my earlobe between his lips.  My
hands slid down over his firm round young buns and I squeezed and pulled
him against me.

"Oh God John.  I've wanted to do this for so long but never had the nerve.
Not even with my best friend."

"This is wrong Mike.  I'm the adult.  I'm betraying your trust in me as an
adult.  I should have enough self-restraint to say no to this."

"How can it be wrong?  I have been hoping something like this would happen
and tried to give you hints.  I know you wont hurt me and since I want it,
how can you be betraying my trust?"

"I've gotten your hints Mike and your speedos have been driving me wild all
day."

He giggled and the vibration made our dicks throb.  "I know, that was the
idea."

I moved one hand up above the waist band of his speedos and whispered in
his ear, "You hot devil you."  And slid my hand down inside his speedos.
His butt was so smooth and warm.  I cupped it lovingly.  As I did we both
pushed our cocks together and ground them.

He lifted his head up and looked down into my eyes.  "You like my ass?"

"No ... I love your ass."

He gave me a very lusty dirty look and whispered, "I hope someday you will
make love to it."  Then he lowered his lips to mine and we were overcome
with lust.  Our hands were all over each other as we ground our groins
together until we both were breathing and grunting like steam engines.  His
passions continued to soar and all too quickly he came and collapsed on my
chest.

Chapter Three - Three's the charm

As our breathing slowly returned to normal our kissing became less
passionate and more affectionate.  Then it became soft caresses by our
hands and finally Mike spoke softly in my ear.  "Thank you for not saying
no."  I didn't have the heart to tell him that I hadn't cum.

I spoke back with a smile, "Thank you for doing the windows."

He raised his head up and looked at me.  Slowly a smile crossed his face.
"That'll be 32 bucks and I think that this is the beginning of a beautiful
friendship."

"Play it again Mike."

We both cracked up.  "Bogart fan?"

"Yeah."

"John?"

"Yes?"

"That was my first time with anyone."

"It was an honor Mike.  I'm flattered that you chose me."

"Could we do some more?"

"I would like that very much.  I want to be naked with you so bad."

"Me too."

We got up and looked at each others large wet spots.  Mike started to
remove his speedos and I stopped him.  "Please, I would like to do that."

"But I'm a mess."

"No Mike.  That is you in there.  Not just the body but the cum too.  I'm
not bothered at all.  As a matter of fact, I like the idea, it's very
exciting and I hope to have your cum all over me and inside me very often."
I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed bringing him with me.  He stood
between my knees and my hands explored his body all over.

His cock grew to full attention and strained at the confines of his
speedos.  I ran my palm over it and he trembled with pleasure.  I turned
him around and felt his ass.  He twisted around and grinned down at me.  I
knew that my lust for his buns excited him.  I reached around in front and
caressed his hardon again and then found the drawstring of his speedos and
loosened it.  "May I have these when you out grow them?" I asked.

He giggled and said that they were mine.  I slowly slid them down part way
in the back and turned him around.  Inserting my fingers in the elastic, I
started to slowly lift it over the head of his again very hard and
throbbing cock.  "If there is one thing that I love more than your buns it
is your cock."

His speedos fell to his ankles and I looked at the most beautiful basket
that I had seen in many years.  His hardon was average in length and
thickness but a very pale pink and as smooth and, though very hard, soft as
could be.  His balls were big and round and hairless.  They softly filled
my hand and Mike sucked in his breath as I held them.  The small patch of
pubic hair over his cock was matted with his cum.  I smeared it around with
my fingers.  A pearly drop of pre-cum formed on the head of his cock and
without thinking I licked it off.  That action was rewarded with a sharp
gasp.  I took hold of both his buns and drew him to me and his hardon into
my mouth.  As he moaned loudly, I gave him a couple of deep in and outs and
then pulled off.  His knees sagged but he caught himself.  Mike's breathing
began to deepen and I turned him around again, kissing both of his buns.
Someday soon I would kiss him deeper back here I thought.

He asked me to stand and he very nervously began to strip my clothes off as
well.  He was hurried by youthful lust but I didn't mind.  He noticed the
lack of cum in my pants and a look crossed his face.  "Did I do something
wrong?  Did I cum too fast?  I'm sorry you didn't."

"That's sweet of you Mike but you were great and I loved it.  One doesn't
have to cum every time to enjoy sex."

When I was fully naked he pushed me back onto the bed and careful lay
himself down on top of me watching as our hard cocks came into contact and
nestled side by side.  I must say, it provided a very sexy sight.  "I want
to make you cum," he moaned as he held me tight, kissed me and rubbed his
cock into me.  I held his sweet ass in my hands and moaned in deep
pleasure.  Then I rolled us on our sides so we could each wrap our legs and
arms around each other.  Our kissing and thrusting grew in passion until we
were both very near to cuming.  I stopped and said, "Not yet Mike.  I want
to suck you.  I want you to cum in my mouth."  I started to kiss his neck,
then his shoulders and I began my travels down to his delicious looking
cock.  I licked and sucked his nipples and tongued his belly button.  Then
I licked every inch of his belly and upper legs.  He was near to squealing
in pleasure and thrashed about so much that I had to ask him to try to be
more still.  Then I began to lick below his balls and that ridge of his
body that led to his anus.  He tensed and began to tremble as the sensation
drove him wild.  I stopped and he collapsed.

"OH SHIT!  What was that?  Why did you stop?"

"That's just an invitation for your next visit.  I wanted to be sure you
knew that there would be more and even better things to look forward to."

"WOW!  Well, you made your point.  God, that was awesome."

I returned to nuzzling the underside of his balls and wrapped my lips
around them as best I could.  They were full and soft and so so smooth.
Then I slowly licked my way up his shaft and took the head of his cock in
my mouth.  I covered it with saliva and took him to the back of my throat
and then down it.  I swallowed repeatedly and massaged the head of his
hardon.  He writhed and thrust into my face.  Then I pulled off and slid up
next to him and taking him into my arms again, I kissed him deeply.

"Oh man, why did you stop?"

"Mike, making love isn't about cuming.  It's about giving and getting,
about sharing.  It's about making it last.  If I had to give up cuming to
be able to enjoy constant pleasure with you, I would."

"Cool.  That's beautiful.  But I still like to cum"

"Me too."

He blushed a little and looked down my body.  "May I?"

"Oh, please do.  I'm looking forward to it."

He fumbled a bit but finally his passion directed him and as his
inhibitions fell away to lust and his lips and tongue began to drive me
wild.  He, like most adolescents, was in a hurry and too quickly took my
hardon in his mouth and down his throat.  He was trying to duplicate what I
had done and wasn't quite prepared.  The gag reflex caught him by surprise
and he came off me choking and sputtering.  When he calmed, I caressed his
cheek and asked if he was okay.  He was very embarrassed but I told him not
to be.  His eagerness was sweet and flattering to me.

He returned to his ministrations and was more careful.  Soon we were both
moaning and groaning our pleasures.  I suggested he move around so that I
could suck him too and he understood right away.  When he got himself
kneeling above me I began to lick the length of his dripping cock as he
returned to his growingly proficient sucking of mine.  When I took the head
of his hardon into my mouth, he gave an involuntary thrust and sent it to
the back of my throat with a gasp on his part.  But soon we had established
a mutual rhythm.

His most delightful ass was looming right above my eyes and I caressed
every inch of it.  The rosebud of his hole was clearly accessible and I
slowly traced a finger around it.  He wiggled and moaned louder and I felt
his cock swell a little more.  I got some saliva on my finger and began to
put it around his entrance.  Then I pressed the tip of my finger in.  He
froze and I was afraid he would cum right then but he held it.  I got my
finger in to the first knuckle and he pulled off my now boiling cock.
"Wow!  That feels awesome!  Push it in as far as you can."

He dove back onto my hardon and I slipped my finger slowly in to him as far
as I could.  It wasn't the right angle to massage his prostate but I could
tell that it was stimulating it a bit because Mike's cock swelled some more
and I could taste his pre-cum more than before.  He began to concentrate
more on fucking my mouth than sucking my cock which I didn't mind at all.
I had a beautiful view of his ass moving and the muscles flexing and found
it very erotic.  My free hand was feeling the firm round globes as they
went about their work.  His firm balls bounced on the bridge of my nose.  I
heard him moan more urgently and then his cock swelled bigger than ever.
He was almost there and then his hardon twitched and my mouth began to fill
with the sweetest cum I had ever tasted.  Surge after surge pumped into my
mouth and throat and I swallowed and swallowed to keep up with it.

After about six good spurts his flow subsided and so did his thrusting.
His sucking continued though and I realized that he wanted my cum as much
as I wanted his.  His orgasm had brought me to the edge and his tongue and
lips pushed me over.  I grunted and groaned with my mouthful of his
softening cock as I shot his mouth full of my hot cum.  He didn't swallow
much as he was inexperienced and most of it wound up on me which was fine.
However, he had shown me he was indeed a game boy.

We rolled apart and I got up to get us each a towel.  "You were very good
Mike.  I hope you liked it as much as I did."

"Are you kidding?  I loved it and I'm ready for more!"  I looked down and
he was once again hard as only a 14 year old can get.

"Well my boy, I'm no spring chicken you know ..."

He cut me off with an "aww".

I smiled and suggested that we cuddle together a while and see what
happens.  I lay on my back and he snuggled up to my left side with arms
around each other, his head on my chest, his left leg over mine and his
hard cock pressed to my hip.  I cupped a sweet round buttock in my hand and
he caressed my soft dick, stomach and hairy chest.  We talked small talk
about boys he liked to look at and some men too.  Guys I even knew.  I told
him of a boy or two I had a fancy for but felt very much happy with him.
Slowly we slipped into a light sleep.

Chapter Four - A beautiful friendship

I was vaguely aware of his turning on his other side and gently pulling on
my right arm to follow so I'd be snuggled up behind him.  He was warm and
soft against me in this spoon position and when I wrapped my arms around
him he took hold of them and held them tight.  Again we drifted off into a
light sleep.  I dreamt that I had become aroused and my hard cock was
pointed along the crack of his ass and nicely nestled down between his soft
round buns.  I began to slowly hump against him.  Then I felt his hand
reach behind him and gently guide the head of my hardon in between his buns
and down until it touched him in just the right spot.  He was so hot right
there and I began to feel him squirm and push back against me.  My pre-cum
was leaking more than enough to smooth the way and just as my mind began to
realize this was not a dream, the head of my cock slipped in past that
tight ring of his anus.  We both gasped at the same time and I pulled back.

"NO!" he almost shouted.  "Oh please, put it back in me."

"I'm afraid it will hurt you."

"No.  I know it wont.  I have this rubber dick that I found with some
magazines behind the tennis courts at the beach and I use it.  You wont
hurt me.  Please John, oh please fuck me.  Make love to me.  I want to feel
you inside me, to cum in me."

I relaxed and gently moved back so I was just at his entrance.  "You take
control and take me in at your own speed.  I just don't want to hurt you."

He pushed back and the head of my hardon entered him again.  The ring of
muscle at his entrance was so tight as it slipped over the head of my cock.
I shivered with the pleasure it gave me.  He waited a moment and then
slowly pushed back some more.  My God how hot and smooth and tight he was
inside.  I reached around him and held his very hard cock and moved my
right leg over him.  He reached back and lifted his butt cheek so I could
get inside him farther.  I slowly pushed in until I could get no more
inside.  Then I slowly pulled it almost all the way out.  He moaned and
begged me to put it back.  We played this game for a few minutes so the two
of us would get really hot.  We were both shaking with lust for each other.
I stopped.

"Oh shit!  Why do you do that?!"

"Because, when we do go for it, to cum I mean, we cum even more and harder.
Besides, I would like to change positions.  This position is nice for long
slow fucking in the middle of a stormy night.  What I want to do is make
love to you in a position where I can look at a very handsome boy and kiss
him and whisper in his ear."

"Oh man, you make it sound so hot.  Okay but let's not waste any time."

"No, and we wont waste any pleasure either."  I eased out of him and showed
him how to lie on his back and raise his legs for me.  I placed a pillow
under his lower back and got between his legs.  He was gorgeous.  I
caressed the backs of his thighs and his buns that were wide open for me.
I kissed him just under his balls and he moaned.  I licked down towards his
hole and he writhed in pleasure.  He begged me to enter him again and I
straightened up and touched the tip of my cock to his anus.  I slid it
around and he pleaded with me to fill him with my hardon.  I pressed the
tip to his hole and watched as it disappeared inside him.  Again I was
nearly overcome by the heat and soft tightness of his body.  I looked into
his eyes and he in mine as I slowly slipped in the rest of the way.

As the tip of my cock slid over his prostate he lurched with the sudden
bolt of pleasure and the word "what?" croaked from deep in his throat.  I
gave a very brief explanation as I slowly withdrew passing that trigger
spot again causing another gasp, until just the head of my cock was in him.
"Again!" he demanded and locked his heels behind my back and gave a shove
against me.  Now the look of lust covered his face in a mask of near
madness.  He was hot beyond belief.  I lay forward and gently kissed his
cheek.  "You are awesome Mike.  I have never been in someone so hot.  I
lifted my face from his and pulled about half way out watching the pleasure
wash across his face.  Then, with his heels, he pulled me all the way back
inside him.  I brought my lips to his and we kissed as we repeated the slow
withdrawing and thrusting.  Then I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered,
"squeeze as I pull out, oh God that's it, oh Mike you are so hot and tight,
that's it squeeze, pull me back in with your heels, oh God I love being
inside you, yes, try to keep me inside that hot tight boy ass of yours ..."

I kept up softly praising and encouraging him for he was truly awesome.  It
kept us both from concentrating just enough to keep us from going over the
edge too soon.  Our breathing grew heavier and more labored and we sweat
profusely.  It was extremely exciting.  He kept gasping words like yes,
more and deeper.  We occasionally kissed as if possessed.  I could feel his
hardon sliding in his pre-cum against my stomach and described how hot and
exciting it felt.

When we both spoke, nearly in unison, "now, cum now", there was no
screaming or wild thrusting.  We just moved gently together and writhed in
our mutually exquisite pleasure.  Surge after surge of my love emptied into
him and he bathed me in a torrent of his own.  I cannot ever remember a
longer lasting or deeper orgasm.  Mike's kept up an unbelievable amount of
time after mine subsided.  The muscles inside him milking my still hard
cock.  Eventually we collapsed and slowly caught our breath.

I lifted myself up so we could lie facing each other, our bodies together
but our heads back so we could look at each other.  "That, my boy, is
making love and meaning it."

I got an impish grin and he said, "and I'm only 14.  Wait until I reach my
peak."

I didn't have the heart to tell him he was closer than he thought and he
should enjoy it as much as possible.

I caressed his cheek and put a kiss on his nose.  He tilted his head up and
kissed the bottom of my chin.  "Thank you Mike for letting me be your
first.  It was ... no, you are spectacular.  I am happy to have been able
to do it for you."

"John, you make it sound like it wont happen again."

"Well, I can't say that I wouldn't mind but I am much older.  There are
plenty of wonderful guys closer to your age annmmm..."

He stopped me with a kiss.  "Sure there are plenty of other hot guys and I
plan to find 'em all but you are my first and I will always remember you
and, believe me, I plan to repeat this with you often.  Now, when do I get
to make love to you?"

Four years later Mike graduated high school near the top of his class and
when he left the last party of the night he came to me and we made love as
though it was the first time.