Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2018 04:26:31 +0100
From: Owen Davis <odavis120@mail.com>
Subject: He Brought His Own Balls - Chapter 16 (Gay - Adult Youth)

He Brought His Own Balls
Chapter 16

Upon arrival at the airport, I was able to get special permission to
accompany Mark's family through security and to the gate. I was happy to
get another hour or so with Mark. When he went through security, Mark's
backpack was flagged for some reason. He was told that he would need to
follow airport security through a door. I offered to go with him so that
his mom could stay with his sister. Mark's mom seemed to be back to normal
at this point. I told them to continue through security and get themselves
some lunch. We would meet them at the gate.

Mark and I followed the airport security agent through several doors and
down several hallways. Finally we reached our destination, which was a
small private room. We were told to sit down. The agent said that someone
would be right with us, and he left.

"I'm scared," Mark announced nervously.

"Don't worry, dude. It's just routine. You don't have anything illegal on
you, right?"

He smirked. "Well, there might be some of your cum still up my ass."

"Very funny. I think we washed that out in the shower." I gave him a
playful shove.

Dramatically, Mark fell off his chair onto the floor as if my push had been
strong enough to cause that.

Just then the door opened, and a new agent walked in. He was handsome,
probably in his late 20s or early 30s, and had a light beard. "What are you
doing?" he asked Mark in an authoritative voice.

Mark scrambled to his feet. "Nothing, sir."

"Sit down in the chair."

Mark obeyed. "What am I doing here?"

Oh, Mark. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"I'll ask the questions, young man." The agent started typing into a
computer on a desk. After getting some basic information from each of us
and entering it into his computer, he opened a drawer, grabbed some kind of
swab, and wiped it all over Mark's backpack, which was sitting on a
table. He placed the swab onto an electronic device. The computer beeped a
few times and a red rectangle flashed on the screen with something written
that I couldn't read from where I was sitting. "Hmm." The agent opened the
drawer again and repeated the whole process. Same thing: beeps and a red
rectangle.

The agent turned towards Mark again. "Were you around any kind of chemicals
during your trip?"

"No."

The agent then searched Mark's entire backpack thoroughly and didn't appear
to find anything out of the ordinary. "Please stand up."

Mark stood up hesitantly.

"Put out your hands, palms up." The agent took a new swab, and wiped it
across each of Mark's hands. This time the computer showed a green
rectangle. The man then swabbed Mark's legs. That produced a red rectangle
again. "I'm going to have to pat you down now, young man. Please remove
your shoes."

"Is this really necessary?" I asked. "He's just a kid."

"Please don't talk, sir. We should be finished soon."

Mark took off his sneakers.

The agent picked them up and examined every inch of them. He set them
down. "Please remove your socks now."

Mark removed each sock and placed them into the agent's outstretched
hand. I saw Mark wiggle his toes.

The agent turned Mark's socks inside out and then back again. He placed
them on top of Mark's shoes. Then he got down on one knee and put his hands
on Mark's feet. He started running his hands past Mark's ankles and up his
lower legs.

I had no idea why he would need to feel Mark's bare legs, but I didn't say
anything else at this point. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts.

The agent's hands continued tracing up Mark's legs until he got to the
bottom of his shorts. He paused. Mark's athletic shorts were tenting out a
little bit.

I caught the agent licking his lips, and I looked down at his crotch. I
swore I could see a bulge that was not there before.

"I will need you to remove your outer shorts, young man."

Mark obliged, and he was now standing there in his tank top and
boxers. There was no hiding his hard-on. But Mark didn't seem shy about
it. He stood there confidently.

The agent took a look through Mark's shorts, and then placed them in the
pile with Mark's socks and shoes. He then placed his hands back on Mark's
legs, and continued his journey upwards. Pushing the fabric of Mark's
boxers up, Mark's creamy thighs were revealed. Keeping his hands on the
outside of the boxers, the agent started fondling Mark's groin. I could
clearly see him take each of Mark's testicles in his hand and roll them
around. He then wrapped his hand around Mark's cock, feeling up the entire
length from base to tip. Mark audibly gasped. When the agent took his hand
away, I saw a string of precum stretch with his hand, through the fabric of
the boxers.

This couldn't have been the routine. He wasn't even using gloves. I think
we had a rogue agent. But I really couldn't blame him. And I was definitely
enjoying the show. I adjusted my cock.

Spinning Mark around 180 degrees, the agent inspected Mark's ass. Then he
moved on to Mark's upper half, feeling every inch of Mark's torso and arms
and armpits. I was getting so turned on watching the agent more-or-less
molesting Mark's 13-year-old body. He continued with Mark's neck, head,
hair, ears, and even stuck a finger in Mark's mouth to search for a foreign
object.

"I'm going to do a cavity search now. Please lower your boxers and bend
over."

Wow.

Mark put both of his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, and lowered
them down a bit. As soon as he let go, they dropped all the way to the
floor, right past his slender frame. His teen cock was standing at
attention. He stepped out of the boxers completely, spread his legs a
couple of feet, and bent over slightly.

The agent licked his lips again as he stared at Mark's asshole. He sat
there frozen for a moment, before reaching over to open a desk drawer and
pull out a bottle of some sort. He opened the bottle and poured some
lubricant on his right hand. With his left hand resting on Mark's back, he
slowly entered one of his fingers into Mark's hole.

"Oh!" Mark gasped. He started moaning.

As the agent probed his finger in Mark's tunnel, Mark almost lost his
balance and had to hold onto his nearby chair with one arm.

Suddenly, the agent removed his finger from Mark's butt. He stood up and
announced, "OK, you are free to go. Thank you for your cooperation." He
adjusted his crotch and hurried out of the room.

On one hand, what had just unfolded was totally bizarre. But on the other
hand, I certainly knew the effect that Mark could have on one's rational
thinking.

*****

A few minutes later, Mark was dressed, and we had left the room, trying to
navigate toward an exit. I saw a door marked "Restroom" and told Mark I was
going to go relieve myself. He said he also needed to do the same. Once
inside the door, there were two more unmarked doors. I tried the one on the
left, and it was a closet with a bunch of airport security uniforms hanging
up. I shut the door and opened the other door. That was the bathroom.

Mark and I stood side-by-side at two urinals.

"You hungry for lunch yet?" I asked him.

"Yeah, well, I'm always hungry."

"Ha! You think you could hold off a little longer?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"I have an idea." I explained what I was thinking, and his mischievous grin
appeared.

Hurrying back outside the bathroom, I opened the closet, and quickly found
a uniform that looked like it would fit. I went back into the bathroom,
into a stall, and changed my clothes.

"OK Mark, you stay in a stall for now, and I'll text you."

On my way out of the restroom hallway, I stored my clothes in a hidden spot
in the closet.

Back in the main part of the security office, wearing my uniform, I started
walking around as if I belonged there. When no one was looking, I grabbed a
clipboard off of a desk to help with my image and give me something to
fiddle with while I waited. There were a lot of agents walking back and
forth, and no one paid much attention to me. A few times I got a nod, and I
nodded back.

I watched as various travelers were brought into the offices and put in
rooms. Finally, it happened. And oh, was he perfect. An agent was leading a
young teenaged boy through the hallways. I recognized the boy from the
resort. He was blond, probably somewhere around 14 years old, and he had
the most beautiful face. If it weren't for Mark, I would have found some
way to pursue this boy at the resort.

Following the agent and the boy, I watched as they walked into one of the
"exam rooms." Room 158. The door closed for a minute, and then the agent
walked back out, closing the door again. I texted Mark the room number, and
hurried up to the door. Knocking at the same time I opened the door, I
slipped inside.

The blond boy was sitting on a chair, and he looked up at me as I entered
the room and locked the door behind me. He was nervous.

I reassured him. "Don't worry son, just do as I say, and we'll get you out
of here as quickly as possible." I still had the clipboard in my
hand. "What is your name, young man?"

"Brooks Lepron." I scribbled onto the clipboard.

The handle of the door wiggled, and then there was a knocking. "Hello?"
said a voice.

I opened the door partway and peeked out. An agent was standing there. "I'm
supposed to be processing someone in this room."

"Oh, I was told to do this one. Already started it." The agent looked
confused but then nodded. I closed the door.

I sat down on the desk chair and turned my attention back to the boy. "OK,
Brooks, what is your date of birth?"

"November 14, 2003."

Quickly doing the math, I discovered that he had just recently turned
14. "Who else are you traveling with?"

"It's just me. I have to be back home for a hockey tournament, but my
parents are staying here for another week. My grandmother is meeting me
when I arrive home." His voice was shaking a bit.

There was a knocking at the door. Three quick knocks followed by two slow
ones. Our preplanned code. I got up and opened the door to let Mark in.

"Brooks, this is Mark, and he is part of our internship program here at
Punta Cana Airport Security. He will be assisting me today." I handed Mark
the clipboard. This part was a bit ridiculous. A 13-year-old kid wearing
athletic shorts and a tank top as an intern for airport security? But I
knew that Brooks wouldn't question it. I had my uniform, and he was nervous
as hell.

As we didn't have all the time in the world and I didn't want to get caught
before getting to the good part, I decided to accelerate things a bit.

"Please stand up."

Brooks obeyed.

"Mark, would you like to handle the pat down, please?"

"It would be my pleasure," answered Mark as he placed down the
clipboard. Mark then mimicked a typical pat down, quickly feeling each part
of the boy's young, athletic body.

"Now you need to remove your clothes."

"What? Why?"

"Don't worry, that's why we are in a private room. We need to search for
drugs."

"I don't have any drugs!"

"I'm sure you don't, but something came up on the scanner when you were
passing through security, so we need to proceed with protocol. You've got
nothing to worry about. We're all guys here anyway."

Brooks was wearing a bright teal polo shirt and plaid shorts. He had
sneakers on but looked like he was not wearing socks.

He stood there frozen.

"You can start with your shirt," I said.

Brooks undid the one button that was fastened on his shirt. He crossed his
arms and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. Slowly, he raised his arms and
the shirt over his head, revealing his sexy-as-hell chest and flashing his
armpits in the process. For a 14-year-old, he had a very nice muscle
definition but not a hair could be found on his smooth chest.

He stood there with the shirt in his hand, making no move to continue
undressing.

I walked up to him and took his shirt. "Keep going." I walked behind him so
he couldn't see me, and I brought his shirt up to my face, breathing in
deeply. The teen boy smell was intoxicating. I tossed the shirt on the
table.

Brooks kicked off his sneakers, revealing two bare feet, rather big for his
age. He had long, sexy toes. Then he reached for the button on his shorts,
slowly undoing it with shaking hands. Next, the zipper. Finally, he tugged
his shorts over his hips and let them fall to the floor. Even though he
still was wearing underwear (orange boxer briefs), he covered his crotch
area with both hands.

"Let's go, son. We don't have all day. Take off your briefs."

The teenager removed his briefs and quickly placed his hands back over his
groin. I only got a glimpse of what looked like a large penis for a young
teen.

Mark bent down and collected Brooks' shorts and underwear, and he put them
on the table with the shirt.

"Mark, can you please inspect the young man's genitals?"

"Yes, boss." Mark knelt down in front of Brooks. He gently reached up and
took Brooks' hands away, revealing a small patch of light-colored pubic
hair, a semi-hard cock (it looked to be about the length of Mark's but
thicker), and two smooth boy balls. Mark then started fondling the cock and
balls displayed in front of him. As his fingers danced over the teen parts,
Brooks' dick went from semi to fully hard. Mark scratched his fingers
through the sparse pubes, as if he were looking for microscopic contraband.

"Turn around," I instructed. Brooks did as he was told.

I knelt down beside Mark. "Hmm. Let's see what we have here." I placed my
hands on Brooks' butt cheeks. They were so soft. I spread his cheeks,
revealing a completely hairless and puckered hole. I nodded at Mark.

Mark put his index finger in his mouth and silently lubed it with his
saliva. He placed it at the entrance to Brooks' asshole and slowly pushed
through the threshold.

"Ow! Shit that hurts!" yelped Brooks.

I let go of his cheeks, stood back up, and ran my hand through his blond
locks. "Shhh. Just relax."

Mark left his finger where it was for a minute to let Brooks get used to
it.

Meanwhile, I continued to stroke Brooks' hair with one hand and ran my
other hand over his smooth chest. "Shhh. We just need to loosen you up some
more to get a good look inside."

"But there's nothing in there. I swear," Brooks whispered.

"I believe you. But we need to follow protocol and policy. Just be
patient." I watched as Mark added a second finger into the 14-year-old's
hole.

"Fuck! Stop!" Brooks cried out.

I stepped completely in front of Brooks now. I was close enough that my leg
"accidentally" bumped into his cock. I put my hands on his shoulders and
gave him some further words of encouragement. I rubbed my hands on his
chest, as if I were petting an animal, with the guise of consoling him and
keeping him calm. One of my hands was now brushing over his nipples,
helping them to harden, and my other hand was rubbing around his belly
button, getting closer and closer to his pubic area. I made slight contact
with the top of his pubic bush, and I saw his cock twitch. There was a
clear drop of precum on the tip of his beautiful cock.

Mark removed his fingers from Brooks' bum. "Still not enough," he
announced.

I watched as Mark quietly slipped off his shorts and boxers. He pointed his
throbbing 13-year-old flesh at the virgin hole of the 14-year-old blond boy
in front of him. Mark and I made eye contact, and I gave him small
nod. Meanwhile, I made sure that Brooks' attention remained forward.

"Mark will now use a stretching tool to help give us the full view we
need," I explained to Brooks. "Just be still and continue to face towards
me." I took his face in my hands and gently stroked his smooth cheeks with
my thumbs.

Then Mark started the process of penetrating Brooks with his teenaged
cock. Inch by inch, and with a hand on Brooks' back for balance, Mark
entered his entire rod inside the virgin boy.

Brooks was groaning with pain, and I continued to console him with sweet
whispers and by using my hand to pet him.

After a few minutes, I noticed significant precum emitting from
Brooks. "Let's not make a mess. I'll get that for you." I reached down and
wiped some precum from Brooks' dick with my hand. Of course the stimulation
from my hand just made it even worse, and his sticky liquid continued to
appear. Acting like I was just trying to clean it up, I kept brushing his
cock. Brooks let out a moan that was definitely more pleasure than pain at
this point.

Another idea formed in my head. "Brooks, it appears your asshole is still
too tight. If you let your penis soften, that will help relax it
enough. Can you do that?"

"Uh...what if...I can't do that?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Well, I can help you." I wrapped my hand around his drooling cock and
pumped it back and forth a few times.

Brooks moaned softly. "Oooh. Uhhh. I... Ohh."

And we had officially arrived at our goal.

Mark began thrusting his cock in and out of Brooks' ass as I jerked Brooks
off from the front. Brooks' body was thrashing around a bit like a rag doll
as Mark was fucking him. I was loving the feel of Brooks' cock in my
hand. It was so hard, but his skin was soft at the same time. I started
pumping as fast as I could. I couldn't wait for this blond 8th grader to
spew his semen.

"Holy shit. Fuck. I can't... I'm..." Brooks was breathing hard, and I could
tell he was very close. "I'm gonna....OHHH! FUCK!!!" I quickly got to my
knees and pointed his cock at my mouth just as it started erupting. He shot
about 6 or 7 times in my mouth, and I quickly swallowed every drop. It was
delicious.

"We can't make a mess on the floor," I explained once I was able to speak
again.

Brooks couldn't stand up on his own anymore, even with Mark holding his
hips. I helped him lean onto the table for balance.

Mark continued to pound Brooks' ass with a steady rhythm, and he was
working up quite the sweat. His face was glistening, and his expression
looked as if he were transformed into another dimension.

I walked around behind Mark, dropped the uniform pants, and lined my horny
seven inches up with his tight hole. I could feel how wet he was between
his cheeks from the workout, and I used his sweat and my precum to help
slip my cock inside. When I penetrated him, Mark lurched forward deep into
Brooks, and we eventually fell into a common tempo. My hands were under
Mark's shirt exploring his skin and playing with the few hairs under his
arms.

All three of us were grunting and moaning, and it wasn't long before Mark
turned his head back to face me. He mouthed the words "I'm gonna cum," and
that was just about all I needed to set me off. Mark and I kissed before he
turned his head to face Brooks' sweaty back again. As Mark started to
unload inside the 14-year-old, his ass clenched on my cock. I started to
cum inside of Mark while he was still squeezing the last drops out of his
own cock.

For a minute, I leaned on Mark, who leaned on Brooks, who was leaning on
the table. We needed to catch our breaths after the intense cavity
search. I pulled my softening cock out of Mark's butt, and put the pants
back on. Mark did the same.

"Congratulations, Brooks," I said. "You passed with flying colors. You may
get dressed and leave."

Mark and I left the room first. We walked back into the bathroom where I
changed back into my own clothes. We shared one last goodbye make-out
session before leaving the security offices altogether and heading toward
the gate.

On the way, we stopped for a quick sit-down lunch at Wendy's. We shared
some laughs reminiscing the adventures from past few days.

With 10 minutes to spare before boarding, we made it to the gate. Mark
explained to his mom how long they made us wait in the security office.

Mark's mom gave me a big hug. "Owen, I just want to thank you so much for
everything. It made me so happy to see Mark with such joy these past few
days. And that was all due to you. I just hope he wasn't too much of a pain
in your ass!"

"It was my pleasure getting to know your family. Mark was hardly a pain in
my ass. I was probably more a pain in his!"

We all finished exchanging hugs, and then I watched as Mark and his family
walked through the door to board their plane. At the last second Mark
turned back to give me one last smile. I smiled back, trying to hold back
the tears.


*End of Chapter 16*


Two more days for Owen at the resort. More adventures involving Griffin?
And Sammy? Maybe Owen and Mark can connect via video chat. And they can
start to plan a spring break reunion in Florida.

Owen
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