Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2017 15:28:34 -0500
From: Kevin Reynolds <kbr4040home@gmail.com>
Subject: London Jack, an Adult Youth story.

London Jack
Kevin R
KBR4040home@gmail.com

It started a few years ago when I took advantage of an opportunity to go
work in London for several weeks.  I worked the weekday but had every
weekend off and could explore the City and Country.  And most of my
expenses were being covered by the company.  I very much enjoyed the people
in our London office and I was a little bit of a celebrity with my accent
and being such a yank. (Yank, not Wank.  I learned there is a difference.)

I made good friends with the guy I was reporting to while there.  We had
met for dinner, I visited his home in the City, and sampled the beer is
many pubs around.  His wife thought I was charming, in a cowboy sort of
way.  I would lay on my accent a little thick when I told some stories.
And their son Jack had grown to put up with me.  At first, I could tell
that he didn't appreciate my taking time away from him and his parents.  He
was a little distant at first but we became good friends.  He really got
into the old cowboy stories I was telling.  I'm interested in rodeo, I did
a little of it when I was young and dumb.  I know I sealed our friendship
when I took the western buckle from a belt I had and gave it to him.  It
wasn't a trophy buckle, just something that I had for years.  Too big to
wear through the security at the airports but small enough to wear without
feeling like I was wearing a dinner plate to keep my pants up.  To him, it
was like a trophy buckle.  He even sent me an email after I had returned to
the States to tell me about taking it to school and showing his class.
(That email also opened our line of communication.)

Jack was about 9 when I was there.  I thought he was a very cute boy.
Other than his initial attitude about me impinging on his home, I thought
he was a very nice kid too.  Polite enough, yet with some wildness and
excitement about trying new things.  He could put me to sleep when he
talked about his favorite football teams.  I never let him know what I
thought about those soccer games.  He had an interest in American Football
and had gone to see one when the Dallas Cowboys played in Wembley.  When
talking about the Dallas Cowboys, Jack and his Dad could talk to me all
day.

Jack had dark black hair.  It always looked like it needed a trim, and was
so thick that it never settled down on his head.  He was fair complected
but his cheeks were pink all the time.  His eyes were dark too. They had a
shine though.  It always made me think that he could look deeper into me
with those dark eyes.  His smile was cute.  White pretty teeth.  All but
one of his teeth were in alignment.  The one was just a bit crooked but I
really thought it made his smile look cuter.  He was a healthy boy.  He
looked a bit bigger than his friends, especially with his chest and arms.

My boss was eager to entertain me while there and he invited me to their
country home.  We left after work on Thursday and drove quite a while
before pulling off the highway onto a small little road.  The car pushed
it's way through the vines and tree limbs and finally pulled up to a
cottage that was right out of a fairy tale.  The only light was that of the
car and the lights on our cellphones, so I didn't get a chance to really
check it out that night.  We carried in boxes of groceries and I had a
small bag with clothes and such.  They showed me around the cottage, it was
more like I was spinning on my heels as most everything was visible from
the entry. I got to sleep in Jack's room.  It was the one room not
decorated as a country cottage but I could see the old décor behind the
soccer posters and the poster of the Dallas Cowboy's very own Tony Romo.  I
showed that I was properly impressed with that poster and the framed
tickets to the game at Wembley.  Jack showed me a few other things until
his parents decided it was time to settle in.  Jack was to sleep on the
couch, something that I was told that he preferred to do in the cottage.  I
sat at one end of the couch and Jack sprawled out with his head at the
other end.  I got a lap full of feet.  I couldn't resist, I had to tickle
them a little.  I did suffer a little pain as an inadvertent kick made
contact with my balls.  My reaction was enough that Jack knew what he hit.
He asked a few too many questions about the pain.

Somewhere along the line of looking at old books and sipping on Cognac,
Jack swapped ends and laid his head in my lap.  It was just nice to stroke
the mass of hair and rub his back as he fell asleep on me.  I did get some
order to his hair but it really just made a big dome around his head.

My boss's wife was drifting off to sleep too.  And it was time to head to
bed.  I stayed and talked to my boss as he pulled the shirt and pants off
of a sleeping Jack.  I got my first glimpse of his pink little balls and
they appeared out the side of his knickers.  Then brushing my teeth and
such, I crawled into Jack's bed.  I immediately could smell the boy on the
pillow and bedclothes.  My mind started thinking about life as a British
boy and cottage life but I didn't last long and fell fast asleep.

We had no set time to get up but I slept a little later than I had wanted
too.  The sun coming through the windows light up the room completely.  I
could hear the shower running, so I wasn't in that big of a hurry to get
up.  I was going to have to pee before I did anything and whoever would
have to get out of the shower first.  I was just about to get up when the
door creaked slowly open.  Jack poked his wet head in and looked at me.  I
barely had my eyes open and I didn't move at all when he was looking at me.
He tiptoed to a dresser and took out a pair of clean knickers.  His towel
dropped off his hips and I got to see his tight little cute butt.  It
actually surprised me how small it looked.

Over the weekend, the guys hung out.  We explored the countryside. We sat
around and told more stories.  And we ran to the little store in the little
town down the little road.  I had to put up or shut up about my skill of
cooking steak.  I'm not sure what cut I bought.  And I made up a rub with
what I could find.  I wasn't sure if they were ready for such a rub, one
that I used for special occasions.  But you would have thought that I
discovered an entire new food group.  The plates were wiped clean with the
bread she made.

And I also talked about home.  They were very interested in seeing it.  Not
just where I lived but things like Las Vegas and other tourist areas.  They
promised they would come visit me when I returned to the states.  Jack was
excited about coming as his parents.  Jack and I had really bonded that
weekend.  It was rough for both of us to part.  He and I were real buds.

It was even worse a couple of weeks later when they took me to Heathrow as
I headed back home.  Hugs all around and the one from Jack was so tight
that I wasn't sure he could let go.  The last thing I did was kiss the top
of his head, really just hitting the mass of dark thick hair.

I had told them stories of old cowboys, riding the trails, working the
ranches, breaking horses for a living and more.  They knew of the movie
cowboys like Roy Rogers, Tom Mix, and John Wayne.  And I got to tell them
about the cowboys I rode with.  Some of those guys never wanted to give up
the life that the old cowboys "enjoyed". There were days when I was younger
that I would spend all day in the saddle, from just as the sun was turning
the sky a lighter shade of blue to the last wink of sun in the evening.

I told them about my old friends who owned a ranch and summer camp.  A
place they could learn how to cowboy and experience the West as much as it
is possible these days.  Jack was ready to go every time I talked about it.
His parents said many times that they were ready to go.  I just really
figured it was a nice way of saying that they enjoyed my stories.  They had
never been to the States, so it would be a huge trip for them to come and
go play cowboy for awhile.

We did swap emails and such.  We had gotten away from talking about a trip,
they were trying to convince me to return.  After Jack had sent me the
email about the belt buckle, we were pretty regular email buddies.  I don't
think we skipped a single week and there were many days when it was one
email after another until he fell asleep. We had several things that we
talked about, cowboys being just one.  And the Cowboys, as in the Dallas
Cowboys and American football being another subject.  And then a few emails
set me back a little.  I was glad it was in emails, it gave me time to
respond without appearing to be shocked.  The first time, he was referring
to his stiffie and how it was getting to be a problem.  We hadn't talked
about such things before.  A couple of weeks later, there was more
discussion about stiffies and having no control over their appearances.
Jack said he had an interesting day with his mates from school.  He got to
see boys with pubic hair.  And Jack said the hair was a little thick, but
not quite like mine.  I didn't remember a time when he ever got to see my
pubes.  I thought he may have just been making a statement about adults, in
general.

Jack told me that I was the first one he told about finding his first
pubes.  He described them as a fine line that looked more like a mustache
for his willy than a bush of pubes.  I did have to get a little more
personal when replying.  Some congratulations, some jokes, and even some
sexual interest expressed.  Well, I said I would love to see them.  Then he
scared me the next week when he sent a picture attached to the email.  Sure
enough, there was a very white belly that appeared under his belly button.
As I scrolled down the top of his shorts appeared just as there was a hint
of his dick.  I thought it was a very clear and good quality picture but if
there were pubic hair there they weren't showing up on the screen.

The emails start to get less sexy and reverted back to the old subjects.
And his dad started emailing a little more often.  I got an email from Jack
that said he was going to see me.  Then a few days later, I got a call from
his dad and he was asking if I would like to hook up and play host like we
had talked about the last several years.  They were in the middle of plans
to come to the States.  They didn't want to impose but were very interested
in having me show them around a little and go exploring with them.  After
that, there were emails going back and forth, talking and planning about a
very varied trip.

I got more and more excited as the time was getting closer.  We had a plan.
They would come here and spend a few days, letting me show them around,
making me cook some real Texas steaks, and taking them to all the exciting
places.  I had also worked with them to get Jack to go to that summer camp.
And his parents would do some traveling on their own, they would spend some
time in Las Vegas, San Francisco, and New Orleans.  Then join me when we
picked Jack up from camp and go explore some of the smaller but special
locations that I had enjoyed over the years.  Then two nights in New York
City and back home, I was trying to avoid the NYC trip.

I picked them up at the airport.  I was shaking with excitement when I saw
them coming out of the Customs area.  I didn't see Jack but his parents and
I swapped hugs and kisses.  Then I looked and there was Jack, he had to
have grown at least a foot.  His hair was still full and thick, and just a
little too long.  But it was just the right length for him.  His crooked
smile just lit me up.  It was even better than I had remembered.  His eyes
sparkled.  His cheeks were red and contrasted to the pale skin on the rest
of his face.  When we hugged, he still felt like the skinny kid I
remembered, just a little more of him.  I thought it must have been the
length of the flight that caused it but he smelled musky and cummy when we
hugged.  He didn't have too many words but then, it was hard to get to
speak with the way his parents were going.

I took a long way to their hotel, just a few blocks from my house.  I tried
to get them to stay with me but I think they remembered when I told them
how messy I kept my house.  On the way, I pointed out the new practice
facility and headquarters for the Cowboys.  They all stared out the window
at it.  And both Jack and his dad adjusted their crotch as they looked on.
A few other points of interest and we were at their hotel.  It was well
past midnight London time and they were going to recover and catch up.  I
left them alone and went on home.  We had a few days to run around town.

We also planned to gear Jack up for camp after he got here.  He wanted some
authentic cowboy clothes.  That meant a trip to the Fort Worth Stockyards
for some manly footwear.  I winched a little when they showed up in the
hotel lobby with Jack wearing shorts, I think the ones he wore to school.
It was going to be fine to pick out boots but I was already planning on how
to explain to him that wearing them back to the restaurant and hotel was
not a great idea while wearing shorts.  We still had a long way to make him
a cowboy.

It surprised me that Jack and his dad had decided that they both needed
some custom made boots by one of the makers in the Stockyards.  His dad
choked a little when he heard the price but relaxed some when his wife told
him that was in dollars, American.  It is still a lot of money for custom
boots of that quality.  I know I pissed the salesman off when I pointed out
that Jack needed to boots in the next couple of days and the custom boots
were months in the build.  I wanted them to see that place but then take
them to wear we could actually buy a reasonably priced pair, or two.  I
gave them my opinions and described what I liked about the toe, heel, upper
height, and the leather.  Then we tried them on without the help of the
salesman.  I sat on the little bench and Jack in front of me.  It took some
pushing and twisting but we finally got a pair on him.  I felt for his foot
in the boot, and rubbed on the elephant skin leather.  And I looked up and
I could see right up Jack's shorts.  Right there, out the side of his
knickers was his dick.  There was quite a bit visible and it was clear that
he was hard.  It was the boner that lifted the leg of his shorts and gave
me such a good look.  I don't know if he knew what I was looking at, I
didn't look at his face.  I was thinking about how long it had been since I
had seen a 12 year old's dick.  And thought about how nice it looked.

Jack stood up and walked back and forth.  His stiffy was clearly
responsible for tenting out his shorts.  Jack made a few comments about how
they felt.  It was clear that he wanted that very pair.  I could tell he
wanted them before his parents decided they could do without.  They did
make him try on 3 more pairs, and I helped him each time.  I got to see up
his shorts legs each time. It wasn't as good as the first view but I did
enjoy the scene each time.  That boner did initially make it difficult when
he tried on some Wranglers to complete the proper attire.  At least he knew
he had ball room.

I never really did get a chance to be alone with Jack.  My imagination
wanted some time to be alone with him and talk but in reality, I was a
little relieved.  I wasn't really ready for something to happen.  Each time
we sat around in the hotel or at my house, he always sat as close to me as
he could.  And I really loved it when he would fall asleep on me.  I loved
that boy scent.  The last night, when they woke him up, he pleaded to be
able to sleep at my house, in the empty room down the hall.  I would take
them to the airport for them to catch their flights and Jack insisted it
would be easier to get him going.  I was very much for it but lost the
argument to his dad.

The next morning, Jack got on a flight to west Texas to meet the bus to
take him to camp.  His parents would head to Las Vegas for an adventure of
their own.  I was staying home, working and would meet them at camp, for
the closing ceremonies and such.  The plan was for me to take them to New
Mexico, then to Colorado and on before we would part ways and go back to
our homes.  I had to smile at the dude that Jack had become.  New hat, new
boots, new jeans, and a fancy new cowboy shirt and topped off with the belt
buckle that I had given Jack back in London.

When I pulled in to camp a couple of weeks later, I didn't recognize the
young man who strode up to my car.  Tall and lean, tanned and a bit
weathered, he was walking a little bowlegged.  It was when he smiled that I
recognized Jack.  He had a very relaxed demeanor, it was reflected in his
boots.  They had become soft and scuffed, and fit him even better than the
day he bought them.  His new blue jeans showed signs of several days of
wear, various stains and colors of dirt, or whatever covered front and
back.  It was a whole new scent that came off him when we hugged.  He
definitely smelled more like a cowboy than some rich kid from the heart of
London.  And when we hugged, there was quite a bit less baby fat on him and
more of the feel of young muscles.

He had two of his cabin mates with him.  They seemed to be as excited at
meeting me as Jack was to see me.  They all talked at the same time, I
tried to keep up but I started just shaking my head and acting like I was
comprehending the stories.  And Jack had developed a complicated accent.
He still had his British accent but he also incorporated new terms and new
twists to words that he had discovered while there.  The other boys also
were a bit of a tease when they mimicked some of the things that Jack had
said.  I even heard them talk about willies and stiffies, and such.

As we started to walk around, Jack stayed right next to me.  It was easier
to keep a hand on his back than trying to keep it between us.  I know he
was enjoying that and asked me to scratch an itch on his back that he had
for days.  We talked about his parents coming and he thought they would
have been there by then.  His parents showed up before too long, the
driving on the wrong side of the car had been a challenge and a source of
some criticism on the ride.  They made it without any real incidents.  It
was right after we all hugged hello that Jack's father answered his phone
and walked away to take the call.  He stayed on it way too long.  And when
he returned to our little group, he got another call almost immediately.
And that kept happening the rest of the afternoon and evening.  I kept
calculating what time it was in London, it didn't seem to matter, the calls
kept him busy.

At least, he put the phone away during the important stuff, like when Jack
was riding the barrels in the rodeo or singing in the skit.  I was getting
frustrated though.  I finally just gave up on trying to keep him close and
just enjoyed the weekend and having Jack close by.

When they took possession of Jack again, when camp ended, we went back to
the hotel.  Jack took a nap, actually, he fell face first on the bed and
passed out.  A few hours later, he was awake, had showered and found clean
clothes, but still had the scuffed cowboy boots.  He was starving too. We
made our way to what was probably the only open restaurant in town and were
listening to Jack's stories.  About half of them scared his mom, her little
boy should not have been doing such things!  And his father tried to keep
off the phone.  I had never seen him so mad when I heard him tell the
person on the other end that he was not to call anymore and that he was
coming home as soon as he could.

I never really found out what was going on but I know that about a month
later, he was in a new, higher position in London.  It was a position that
is much more visible where I work.  He did something right.

We had grabbed some cold beer and were sitting on the patio of the
restaurant as he started explain that the plan had changed.  They were
going to go back to London.  It was just a matter of getting back to the
airport and catching the first reasonable flight back to Heathrow.  His
wife as mad but she really did understand.  She had some insight about what
was going on and she knew it was for the best.  Jack was pissed.  He did a
little bit of a whine but it was more like serious negotiation as he gave
his opinion of what should happen.  He pointed out that he had nothing to
do with the business and shouldn't have to suffer directly.  And that I had
arranged to take off for the trip and I was going to end up wasting all
that time.  He even said that I would sitting around my house, in my
underwear, eating Cheetos and watermelon, and being completely bored.  I'm
not sure where he came up with that but he was mostly correct.  So, he
reasoned that they shouldn't change any of his tickets and plans, and that
he and I could keep going.  He showed some frustration but was really in
control and I'll be damned if he didn't win the argument.  I was even
agreeing to it without really considering if there was any down side to it.

I'm sure that it was more convenient for his dad to get back to London
quickly without having to have to deal with Jack's travel.  They did ask me
several times if I minded doing it or if I had other plans.  They knew my
plans were to go with them. And speaking of plans, I had made the
reservations and knew the itinerary for our trip.  A little while later, it
actually sunk in, I was going to be running around the country with a 12
year old foreign boy.  I was going to have to be responsible.

I was thinking about things I would have to do to modify the trip.  I
wasn't sure if we could get away with just one room.  I had reserved a king
room for me and a double queen for them, when it was possible.  I thought
we could probably just go down to the double queen.  I wasn't sure if that
would work until about sundown.  Jack suggested that he move in with me,
that way they wouldn't have to move him so early in the morning.  They
agreed, and then I realized that I only had a king bed in my room.  I was
just tired of adjusting plans, so I didn't say anything.

His parents went to bed fairly early, Jack and I sat out and watched the
shooting stars and talked about the experiences at camp.  He had become a
pretty good horseback rider, he was bold, that was for sure.  He learned to
shoot a bow, and he described how most of the boys talked like they were
part of the Hunger Games.  And he was amazed that he shot a rifle.  That
was stuff of the old west. There were stories that tickled him so much that
he was hard to understand as he giggled.  And then, he told me about cabin
life.  How the girls had raided the cabin while he and another boy were in
the shower.  They jumped out, he grabbed a towel, the other boy didn't.
They ran out into the middle of things.  The girls screamed when they saw a
naked boy running amok.  And it wasn't long before one of his other friends
pulled Jack's towel off.  And Jack seemed proud to tell me how every 12 and
13 year old at camp got to see his stiffy.

We tried to stay up and enjoy the night but sleep was taking control.  We
had to head for bed.  As we got up to go to the room, he leaned against me
and I put my arm around him.  The thought that immediately popped into my
head was; "I'm not going to be able to sleep with this stinky kid!"  I made
him take a shower.  I was actually trying to catch a glimpse of him as he
stripped down in the bathroom.  He didn't bother to shut the door.  I got
to see his little white butt, no sun had hit that but the rest of him had a
nice tan.  He may have been in the shower long enough to get wet, just
barely.  Then he came walking into the room, with just a towel in his
hands.

I was seeing his junk as the towel was swinging back and forth.  I was
wishing I hadn't taken my jeans off already as my boner was growing as I
watched.  Then Jack lifted the towel to dry his hair and his junk was now
completely exposed.  The shaking to dry his hair was also making his dick
wiggle back and forth.  He wasn't huge but he had hit puberty.  His dick
was 3 inches or so, and it hung.  His balls were lower than his dick, his
scrotum was long and low.  And there they were, the pubes.  They were very
visible from three feet away.  Just a nice line above his dick, little
wispy dark hairs.  I understood why he described them as a moustache.  They
really stood out against his white soft looking skin.  Then I saw that he
was uncut.  Uncut dicks was something that I really never saw.  When I was
Jack's age, I didn't even know what an uncut dick was.  Looking at it made
me so hard that I had to reach down and readjust my own dick.  I didn't
even think about whether he would notice me doing that.  I was really
enjoying the show.  Jack wasn't even trying to hide, it was more like he
was showing off.

I had stopped talking, mostly I was staring.  It startled me a little as
naked Jack stepped right up to me and leaned over.  He sniffed and with a
smile told me that he was all clean but I was the one stinking up the room.
It was the first time he mentioned that we would be sleeping in the same
bed and he thought I needed to be clean as well.  I agreed but now I had to
make my way into the shower with a boner.  I flashed back to my days at
camp and in school locker rooms.  I would just hide it by body motions and
arms in the way.  I don't think I was successful back then, nor that
evening.  The teasing and looking was on.  Jack laughed and pointed out
that I had a stiffie.  A grand stiffie, he called it.  He ran into the
bathroom several times to look.  One time as I was cleaning under my balls,
he pulled the shower curtain back and caught me in that awkward position.
Jack was delighted by that sight.

I was less than hard when I got out of the shower.  My dick was in that
state when it is just about as long but just not quite as hard.  I came out
with the towel in front of me just like Jack did.  He couldn't wait for the
towel to move as he took his hand and held the towel to the side to get a
good look.  That rejuvenated my boner and it started growing hard again,
rising a little with each beat of my heart.  Jack was jumping around,
teasing me, excited about my condition and he was as hard as a rock.  His
boner was sticking out and up.  It had grown a couple of inches and was a
respectable 5 inches or so.  His balls were swinging nicely between his
legs.

When he grabbed the towel out of my hands, I stood there naked and fully
exposed.  I was letting him look all he wanted, I even spread my legs, I
just thought it would be a better show.  That got him to come swat my dick.
I grabbed him and wrapped my arms around him.  He was laughing hard as he
let his legs go and I was holding him to me.  My dick was pressed up
against his naked butt.  I could feel my balls slide into his crack.  It
was like the thought all of a sudden hit me that I was holding a naked boy
in my arms and I was so excited that I had a throbbing boner.  I wasn't
real sure how to handle it at the time but as I held on to a squirming
Jack, I talked him down a bit.  Got him quiet enough to let him go.  He
didn't go far, he kept in contact with my body.  We stood still and were
breathing deeply to catch our breaths.  Then he pointed out that we looked
good together, naked, a he looked in the mirror.  And the thought of OMG!
We are naked hit me.

I regained control of myself too.  And I ended up getting undies, or
knickers, on both of us.  He put on a brand new pair of tighty-whities that
his parents bought them the day we went boot shopping.  They were tight,
almost too small but they made him look really good.  I put on a pair of
undies that had high cut sides, really they were kind of sexy but I just
liked the way they felt.  I didn't have a plan for anybody else seeing
them.  And then we were ready for bed.

We laid down, Jack got himself in just the right position so that I could
rub his back.  He requested that, saying it was the best way to get him
asleep.  And he was almost purring as I gently rubbed his back.  He thanked
me for the fun we just had, saying that it was cool that I could do that
kind of fun.  And the last thing he said was about how he was excited about
it was just going to be us on holiday.

I didn't get asleep right away.  My mind was thinking about not only what
had just happened but where it might go as Jack and I spent the next
several days together.  In some ways, I was crediting the activity to Jack
just coming from camp where boys can get a little wild as they come of age.
The way that he really wanted to see my junk was exciting too.  I loved
what I saw too.  Seeing that stage of development when things are just
getting underway reminded me of when I went through that too.  It was
exciting, and confusing, and I sure wasn't in control of my body, and not
many of my thoughts.

I finally fell asleep.  I woke up as I heard the cabin neighbors yelling
back and forth about getting loaded and making sure there was ice in the
cooler, and on and on.  The sun was bright and high in sky.  I realized
that Jack's parents were already on the road and headed to the airport.  I
felt bad about not waking Jack earlier so they could say goodbye.  I
thought it was a little strange that they didn't knock on our door and wake
us up for a goodbye.  But then, they did say that if we didn't see each
other in the morning, it was a great trip and loved it all.

Jack's pillow was on the ground on his side of the bed.  He had absconded
with half of my pillow.  I was enjoying his face right in mine and
breathing his breath.  I noticed a bit of scent when I moved in bed, out
from under the covers came the scent that put me right back to their
cottage.  There it was again, the scent of the boy Jack. He had gone to bed
after a shower, maybe optional on the soap, but he was already a bit
smelly, but I liked it.

I slipped out of bed, I just couldn't stay any longer without peeing.  It
took a while for my boner to go down to get the pee started, then I stood
there a little longer, playing with my dick as I was thinking about the
night before.  I tucked things away and slinked back to bed.  I woke Jack
much the same way as I put him to sleep, I rubbed his back until he started
to stir.  I had to smile at the mess his black thick hair had become.  It
was wet when we went to bed, and it took an amazing wild set in the middle
of the night.  Jack opened one eye and recognized me.  Without lifting his
head from the pillow, he said, "Can't get up, got a stiffy."  I had him
repeat that a couple of times.  It made me laugh thinking that the night
before, he was so eager to show me, and yet, this morning he was avoiding
that, yet again, very willing to admit that he had one.  And I did tease
him a little, not to embarrass him.

Then he rolled over and stretched, growling and shaking as he tensed up.
He smiled at me and stayed on his side.  Then he told me that his mates in
the cabin started talking about how when their counselor would wake them
up, nobody could get up because of their stiffies.  The boy on the bunk on
top of him would get up and when he slid down, his boner was very visible
in his undies.  Jack said it got to the point where he and 3 others would
just let it show.  Even positioning it so that it was obvious when he went
to brush his teeth and all that.  Then he said that I had a stiffy most of
the night.  I didn't ask, I wanted to, I just didn't ask.

We hit the road and it was some interesting talk about camp.  Jack had
experienced a lot of things.  Some of it was just good old American kid
stuff.  I could tell by the way he talked about things that he got more
comfortable with trying new things as time went by.  The discussion was
relatively void of anything sexual, though there was some talk about
getting naked in the cabin and in the changing room by the pool.  The first
night on the road, we went to a presentation under the stars.  I thought I
was going to have to carry Jack to the car and to bed but he was able to
stumble his way back.  He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the
pillow.  I quietly slipped in bed with him and he woke up enough to snuggle
up next to me.  That was such a nice feeling.

After the next day of a lot of walking, or really hiking through a cavern,
we got back to the room, even brought back burgers to the room.  It was a
short day, but a long evening was in the making.  We got comfortable,
meaning we were down to nothing but underwear and we just were watching TV
when Jack brought up that he had learned somethings from a couple of the
other boys.  I bought the invitation and we started discussing what that
was.  He pulled down the front of his knickers, he pinched his foreskin and
pulled it up and shook it a little.  He told me that yanks were amazed by
his foreskin.  They would sneak around to look at it and he said a lot of
the boys wanted to take showers with him so that they could see.  Jack
described how one night, he and two others got under the covers on the
bunk. They had to be really quiet but they turned on flashlights and looked
at each other.  One of the boys offered the agreement that if he let them
touch his junk, he could touch theirs.  It wasn't long before he got his
stiffy.  The boys played with his foreskin.  Jack taught them how to pull
it back to pee and to clean it.

Jack went on to tell me how they compared stiffy sizes and how they bent or
didn't.  They did it three times, the last time was parents night when his
parents and I were there.  It was the middle time, while on a campout that
Jack said he got very embarrassed but the other boys were so interested
that it didn't really work out that he should be embarrassed.  It had been
a long day on horseback and hiking to the camping spot and he had a lot of
buildup of cock cheese inside his foreskin.  He asked me if I knew how bad
that could be.  I honestly didn't and I told him that I knew it happened
but I had never seen it.  He said that I was more likely to smell it than
see it.  And with that, he pulled out his stiffy.  Even though we were
talking about it, it still surprised me a bit that his dick suddenly
appeared.  Jack pulled back his foreskin and exposed his dark red head.  He
pointed to the cock cheese that had built up.  I was interested.  As he was
saying that if he didn't keep it clean, it would get so bad that he would
completely stink.  He took a finger and wiped it off.  I just looked on.
Then, he wiped that finger under my nose.  The smell of smegma filled my
head.  I was shocked by it and didn't move.  He started to laugh and he
braced for an attack.

I wasn't mad, I wasn't real sure if I should have been grossed out.  It was
like a new experience to me.  But I still jumped on him.  I grabbed him and
rammed him into the bed. I growled like an old bear. I pretended to punch
him in the back, and did pop a few on his butt.  I wiped my nose on the
only cloth that he had on, his knickers.  That meant that I was feeling his
stiffy and balls through the thin soft cotton.  Jack fought back a little
and before long, I had him in a scissors hold between my legs and I had my
hand inside the back of his knickers and pinching his butt.  It was making
him jump and yelp and he continued to laugh.  Jack started to beg for a
truce.  I gathered him up and wrapped my arms around him and held on in the
bed.  He started to apologize for doing that to me.  He explained that it
was done to him by a friend back in London and he just had to do it to me.
It did stink, but it wasn't all that unpleasant.

We both calmed down and he continued to tell me about the boys in the cabin
and how they explored each other.  I could feel his bare stiffy press
against my belly and the tip of my dick had come out the leg of my undies.
It was pressing against bare skin too.  I was very comfortable with those
feelings and I didn't let us move as he talked.  I finally let go when he
said he had to go pee.  As he went to the bathroom, I reminded him to skin
it back, he flipped me off but smiled.  Then he hopped back in bed and
without any more play, we fell asleep.

I woke up alone, I could hear him in the bathroom.  As I was waiting for
him to finish, I started stroking my dick.  Not enough to get me off but
just a little feel-good rub.  I didn't realize that he could see me by
looking at the mirrors.  The mirror on the door reflected the one over the
sink and that caught the one over the desk which showed me on the bed with
dick in hand.  Jack smarted off about me playing with my stiffy.  I rolled
out of bed, made sure my undie tent was completely formed and then stood in
the doorway and watched him sit and poop.  He was fairly comfortable
sitting there pooping.  Occasionally straining as he talked.  He finally
asked me to leave as he needed to wipe and didn't want to do that in front
of me.

The next day, we stopped for lunch at a weird little café and souvenir
shop.  They had the usual things like keychains, shot glasses, stickers,
stuffed animals, and most anything else with a medallion of the State glued
to it.  And they had a few shelves dedicated to sexual weirdness.
Keychains of boobs.  Bottle openers shaped like dicks.  Bells to ring for
sex, BJs, etc.. Books on the subject.  And a display of merkins or pubic
hair toupees.  I always thought that was the weirdest thing.  As we were
looking, I pointed to the merkins and told Jack that is what he needed.
And he flipped me off.

That came up when we went to bed.  We had brought back waffles and sausage,
it just sounded like the best thing from the little diner next to the
hotel.  We just stripped down to knickers and undies and ate on the bed.
Jack asked me if people actually wore merkins.  I told him that I really
thought they were just a joke thing.  That got him talking about our pubes.
He asked if his would keep growing in the little line or if it would get
bushy and all over like mine.  I told him that his was pretty typical of
how it starts.  And he moved the food box from his lap and he pulled down
his knickers.  For once, I saw his dick laying softly between his legs.  He
was running his finger over the thin line of wispy pubes.  I was thinking
that they were so visible because they were so dark black.  He was saying
that his just grew in that little line but he had some fuzz above it.  I
moved around to the side of him and began looking closely.

I really got to look at his soft dick.  The skin was so smooth.  I could
clearly see the blood vessels below the skin but none of them really stood
out and made his dick veiny.  His foreskin was sticking out beyond his dick
head by just a little bit and made for a cute little pucker.  I couldn't
see any of his dick head.  His dick was a cute pink color.  It rested on
top of his balls, his sack was a couple of shade darker.  More wrinkled but
still looked like smooth skin.  I looked at his pubes.  They were barely an
inch long and there were more than I thought but all in a tight line that
crossed just about the place where his dick came out of his body.  I was
just looking at those when Jack too my hand and put it on his pubes.  He
wanted me to feel them, and then move to feel the area between his pubes
and belly button.

That was such a sweet little feel.  Even with the little pubes, it was skin
that was as smooth and soft as a baby's butt.  I was rubbing around above
his pubes.  As I did, his stiffy was coming to life.  While it was rising,
neither one of us said a thing.  I bent a little closer and I moved my
finger.  I could clearly see many more short little fine hairs.  And they
covered the area between the creases from his legs and a very straight line
that paralleled the mark left by the waistband of his underwear.  I pointed
it out to Jack.  I could grab enough of the hair to lift and pull it up.  I
was ignoring his throbbing stiffy.  I know both of us were enjoying looking
and feeling and not getting his stiffy involved made things calm.  I was
close enough that he could feel my breath on his junk.

Since we were sharing, I moved up beside him and I pulled my undies off
completely.  I started comparing my pubes to his, or where his were yet to
grow in.  Just as he had put my hand on his pubes, I took his hand and put
them on mine.  When he felt the hair, he looked me in the face and smiled
with that crooked grin.  He liked the feel of my pubes and spent a few
minutes pulled them gently and played with them.  He said they were longer
than they looked.  Jack's hand barely touched my dick and he jumped and
said sorry, a few times.  And I flexed so that my dick would slap his hand.
That made Jack laugh out loud.  Then he moved his hand so that it was
hovering over my boner, not quite touching it but it was making my heart
race.  He looked up at me and I saw a devilish little grin that I really
hadn't seen on his face before.  He eyes shifted back and forth from my
face to my dick.  I nodded and smiled.

As Jack's fingertips touched my dick, I felt a jolt of electricity run
through my body.  I gasped and reacted so much that Jack jumped.  He
giggled and paused for a moment.  Then he touched me again.  I gasped again
but Jack didn't pull back.  The grin reappeared on his face as he looked at
me, then his fingers slipped around my dick and closed his hand.  I felt
the warmth of his hand and how soft his touch really was.  It just didn't
seem real to me.  I moaned a little and Jack made a little nervous laugh
sound.  Jack tightened his grip.  Then he started twisting my dick like he
was turning on and off the water faucet.  That felt a bit odd but I was
melting under his touch.  I was breathing hard and my mouth grew extremely
dry.  It was hard to swallow.  And Jack asked me if I liked him touching
me.  I had to just shake my head, I couldn't get actual words out.

He moved his fingers to my dick head and he lightly touched the skin
underneath. It made my reach out and grab the bed.  When I did, the back of
my hand touched Jack and very close to his stiffy.  Now he jumped a little.
But he took my hand and he moved it to his dick.  I don't know if I have
ever felt anything so soft and smooth and hot.  Yet below that smooth skin,
his dick felt like a steel rod.  My hand completely enveloped his dick and
I gathered his balls as well.  Not only was Jack squirming but he would
squeeze my dick harder every time my hand moved around on his.  I heard him
say things like it felt so good, and it was so cool, and some words that I
just couldn't understand.

Then I went for his foreskin.  I first gently pinched the bit of loose skin
at the tip of his stiffy.  And he let go of my dick and began to watch what
I was doing.  I enjoyed how elastic it was, I pulled and played with it.  I
put a finger on the opening and rubbed the very tip of his dick.  As my
finger tip flipped his pee hole open, he would jump just a little.  Then I
began working my finger inside of his skin. I was making little circles and
watching as my finger started to disappear inside his foreskin.  I felt his
wet, slick head.  He was biting his lower lip.  I could feel the ridge of
his dick head.  I felt the cock cheese that had built up. I also released
the scent.  It was musky and hot.  I pulled my finger out and that made
Jack groan a little.  I had to look at my finger, and give it a sniff.
Then remembering the other night, I wiped my finger under his nose, leaving
a bit of his own cock cheese on him.  I heard an Oh Bloody Hell and then he
jumped on me.  It initially started as a wrestling match but it really
became a way that we could rub out naked bodies together.  I was loving how
my boner was rubbing against him every where.  He was amazingly slippery
and had a good bit of strength but I could have held him in place.  It was
just too much fun.

It ended with Jack on top of me, holding my arms to my chest and our junk
pressing against each other.  It seemed an odd point to stop but I think it
was the feel of our dicks touching that just made it feel so good.  Jack
continued to squirm a little bit as we caught our breath.  As he was able
to talk again, he told me that was amazing.  I agreed and told him that he
was amazing.  We then talked about what just happened and how it felt.  He
had let go of my hands and they found their way to his butt.  He had just
enough butt cheek to fill my hand and made for a great squeeze.  I'd
squeeze and Jack would smile.  I did let a finger go down his crack and I
barely touched his butthole.  That made him jump and he fell to the side of
me and said one word, Don't.

Things slowed down more and as he was pressed against me and I held him
close, we drifted off to sleep.  A little later, I woke up, slipped out
from under him.  I drank several of glasses of water as I looked at myself
in the mirror.  My hair was tossed and made for a heck of a mess, I had
some red marks on my face and chest.  I had to just stop and think about
what had happened.  I ended up thinking that I would just see how things
turned out in the morning.  I went back to bed, found the bed covers and
pulled them over Jack and slid in beside him.  When I closed my eyes, he
rolled over and snuggled up to me.  His hand went down my chest and belly
and he found my pubes again.  He was gently playing with them as I fell
asleep.  Although, I woke up a few more times as Jack had my boner in his
hand and was gently squeezing.  Though I was tempted to start with him, I
just let him do what he wanted and act as if I was asleep.

I woke up late, I'm sure I set the alarm but I don't remember turning it
off.  The sun was shining and the room had really warmed up.  Jack had
kicked the covers off of himself and was laying flat on his back.  His
stiffy was at full mast and angle up and to his face.  I slipped into the
bathroom and as I sat there, I was going over the events of the night
before.  Mostly, I was trying to figure out how to talk about.

I rubbed my hand over my belly and I felt the dried precum there.  Even
more was lodged in my pubes and even down my legs.  I wouldn't call it a
wet dream but I had plenty of precum by the hand of Jack.  I know it was
even more than normal, I hadn't cum at all in several days.

Then, Jack appeared at the bathroom door.  He could only open one eye, his
face was scrunched up, still cute. He was holding his junk.  Then he says
that I can either split my legs or get out of the way, either way, he was
going to pee!  I stood up to get out of the way but I didn't get out fast
enough.  One thing that I definitely learned was that when Jack needed to
pee, he was going to pee.  I had my butt on the tank of the toilet and Jack
was in full stream in front of me.  I think he has a bladder the size of a
football, pick which kind.  When he finally went dry, he pulled his
foreskin back and forth a few times.  It just seemed to wet the inside.  It
took me a few seconds to realize that he was looking at my face, I was
still staring at his limp dick.  When I looked at his face, he smiled and I
said, Hello Sunshine.

All the thinking that I had been doing about what to say just didn't
matter.  As he let me down from my perch on the toilet, he said he was
starving and he HAD to have pancakes, or FlapJACKs.  If we were going to
get breakfast, we would have to hurry, it wasn't going to be morning much
longer. We quickly slipped on shorts and the shirts from yesterday.  Hats
were used in place of brushes and combs.  And I knew we had to be smelling
a little.  And Jack wasn't kidding about being hungry.  Two stacks of
flapjacks and an order of American bacon were gone before he took a breath.
The conversation increased as Jack gained the strength to talk.  We talked
about the plans for that day.  Not much driving, just to the lake, and
mostly swimming and cliff diving.

The cliffs we were jumping off had become crowded and we had both had
enough water force itself into every orifice.  I grabbed an inner tube and
was floating on it in water just barely too deep to touch.  Jack came on
the other side and grabbed ahold.  When wet, his hair still looked massive
but was plastered to his forehead and cheeks.  I was really enjoying being
about a foot away from his face and talking.  I noticed that he was
struggling a little, I thought he was trying to stand on a rock that was
too slippery.  But then, with that devilish smile reappearing, he plopped
his swim suit on top of the inner tube.  I said something and it just made
him laugh.  Then he took my hand off the tube and pulled it underwater to
his junk.  I got a handful of his balls.  Hard as marbles and about the
same size, but they were floating nicely in the water.  Jack responded by
laughing as if I was intentionally tickling him.  I was really enjoying the
feel of his soft sack and the hardened balls hanging inside.

My hand eventually moved to his stiffy.  I told him that he must have a
stiffy all the time, I hadn't seen him without one in a week.  I was
playing and Jack reached over and started to pull my suit down.  I helped
him pull it down enough to left my dick and balls come out.  He grabbed
them, twisted them, squeezed them, and I think made sure I had two balls.
As I started to do a little stroking action on him, he grabbed the tube
with both hands.  I think it was a little intense for him to give back.  I
thought that I could jack him off right there in the Lake.  However, a
couple of young boys came swimming close and they asked me if they could
have their inner tube back, they were going to have to leave.  With the
tube gone, I held Jack up as he struggled to get his suit back on. I liked
the feel of holding a naked boy in water, and I could make him giggle with
just a wiggle of fingers.

We were in the park and it was just a short walk to the bathrooms and
showers.  We spent a little too long naked in the showers and changing
area.  We couldn't get a minute alone, men and boys coming and going all
the time.  I just remember seeing one man, about my age, without a hair on
his dick.  He had an overall tan, I figured he was a nudist.  I think I
might have created one in Jack.

Jack was extremely quiet on the drive back to the hotel.  I know he dozed
off for awhile.  He told me a story about swimming at camp.  He mostly
looked out the window.  I was really getting to think that there was
something wrong.  Just about the time that I was going to ask him if he was
hungry, he speaks up and said he would really like to go to a Spaghetti
House.  I had almost forgotten about those.  It seemed like every time I
turned the corner in London, there was a Spaghetti House.  It seemed like
there were as many of those as McDonalds.  I could have found steakhouses,
Mexican food places, burger places, and plenty of BBQ.  I had no idea where
an Italian restaurant was in the area.  But all of a sudden, Jack points
out a Pasta House.  Heck, that was close enough for me.  Jack told me that
his parents ALWAYS let him have wine with his spaghetti. I ordered a bottle
of the Chianti with the basket on the bottle.  We shared the one glass that
they brought.  Jack had to sneak it when he took a drink, he just about
emptied the glass with each `sip'.  I went light since I was driving.  I
think Jack got the last drop from the bottle with his tongue.  He was
feeling no pain when we walked out, well, I walked out, he stumbled out.

I hadn't even closed the door to the hotel room and Jack had his shorts
off.  His knickers were on the way down as he spun around to look at me.
He had his soft dick in his hand, he smiled and then told me that he called
it first and he was going to pee first.  I just happened to look at my iPad
sitting on the table.  There was an email to me and Jack from his parents.
They told me not to be shy when I needed to correct Jack and they told him
that he better be a gentleman.  When Jack came out, I got him to sit down
and read it as it was my turn in the bathroom.  I spent a little time in
there, brushing the garlic from my teeth and dragged a comb across my head.
As I exited, Jack stood up and hugged me.  I still had a T shirt and undies
on.  Jack only had a tank top.  Jack was squeezing me tightly and I wasn't
sure he was going to let me go.  And he told me that he likes it better
when I didn't use deodorant.  He liked that manly smell that I had
developed after getting out of the shower in the park.

Jack's hands slid into the back of my undies and he was massaging my butt
cheeks.  He was still pulling me to him and he was pressing his junk
against me.  I moaned a little bit and that made him giggle a little and
him to ask if I was liking it.  We stayed like that for a little bit and my
butt was feeling better than ever.  I will also say that I had a huge
desire to have a dick slide into my butthole.  As Jack was pulling on my
butt, he would spread my cheeks and it was making my butthole open and feel
the air.  It was begging for attention.

Then I felt a bit of a wet spot on hip.  I think it was a little more than
Jack's foreskin sliding back, I think he had a little precum ooze out.  It
made me wiggle against him, to see if I could feel a little more.

Jack leaned back while still in my hug and tells me, "I can make you wank."
I smiled and I thought he was going to do something to get me excited,
dance, or rub me, or just show off. I said OK and asked how he was going to
do that.  Jack said he saw me do it once.  I know it wasn't on this trip,
even though I was on the edge of exploding, I hadn't jacked off the entire
time.  I asked him when.  He said that he saw me while in their country
cottage.  I didn't remember doing it there but then, I would jack off with
almost every shower.  Jack went on to say it was really cool to watch me do
it and then wank.  And he told his cabin mates.  He explained that was why
they asked, "Is that him?" when I met them.  I thought, "great! I'm famous
for jacking off!"

Jack pushed my undies off with his hands still behind me.  As he pushed
them down, his face brushed my boner, I gasped at that.  After he had me
step out of my undies, his head stopped right at the level with my boner.
He said something about I had a lot of hair!  His breath was getting me
more excited as it hit my balls.  We stumbled back to the bed.  It was a
little awkward getting rid of the rest of the clothes, and getting in the
right positions.  I didn't really understand where Jack wanted to be.  I
picked him up and moved him, my fingers intentionally hit his butthole and
that made him giggle and squirm like a snake on fire.  His arm pit ended up
in my face and not only did I get to smell his sweaty scent, I could feel
the fine little hairs growing there.  They weren't all that noticeable,
until they were in my face.

I let Jack place us on the bed.  I was laying flat on my back and he was
sitting on his legs facing my midsection.  Only a little bit of his stiffy
was visible, and he was touching it with one hand or the other.  Then the
devilish smile was shining on Jack's face.  He told me he was going to make
me wank.  He put his hand over my boner and slowly let it down, the light
contact made me react and made Jack giggle.  Jack tightened his grip.  He
checked the look on my face and then concentrated on his grip on my boner.
He began squeeze and ease up on his grip.  He wasn't stroking me, it was
more like he was milking me like you would milk a cow or a goat.  He told
me to tell him when I was about to wank.  Then it started to make sense to
me.  He really didn't know what he was doing.  While I didn't stop him, I
started the lessons.  I actually called him "Honey", it was a name that my
father would call me when he really meant, "Hey dumbass" but was being too
nice to say that.

It turns out that Jack had learned things from his friends back in London,
and his cabin mates at camp.  It seemed some knew the basics but there was
definitely a lack of experience.  I shifted Jack around so that he didn't
give up his grip but now I had my hand playing with his stiffy and balls.
His junk was so smooth and nice.  And I couldn't help but play with his
foreskin.  I got him to tell me about what he knew.  He was reluctant at
first to tell me everything but when you have each other's junk in your
hand, you tend to open up.  He learned from camp that you squeezed your
dick like you were milking it.  His mates at home told him that the proper
way was to twist his hand around his dick. Neither was effective, although,
I liked him trying it on me.  He thought wanking meant cuming. He had seen
me cum.  It was at the cottage and he came in to pee just as I was cuming
and I was squeezing rather than stroking.

I helped his hand to stroke my boner.  He really wasn't very good at it.
He did get his attention taken away when he wanted to look at my dick head
with no foreskin.  I still think I was more interested in his intact dick.
The lessons continued for a little while.  I did ooze out some precum.
That initially made Jack backup and looked like he was afraid of the big,
clear drop.  Then as I played with it in my fingers, he had to feel it.  He
thought it was cool.

I moved Jack around again.  This time so that I had easy access to his
junk.  I held his stiffy in my hand and I began to stroke.  His eyes were
looking back and forth from my face to his dick.  And he got quiet.  He put
his hand to his mouth and was lightly biting one finger.  I kept asking him
if it felt good, and asked him if he had ever cum, I knew he hadn't but I
wanted him to say it.  He spread his legs and that made me move my hand to
play with his balls.  I didn't stay there long before I went back to
stroking him.  I pulled back his foreskin and saw a very red dickhead.  I
loved playing with his foreskin but got serious about stroking him.  I
could tell he was getting closer and closer.  I told him that he was going
to feel something very different and not to worry about it, that it would
be a good thing.

His hands started to claw at the bed.  His legs were lifting off the bed.
He was holding his breath and closing his eyes.  I saw his balls tighten up
and he began to say he was going to pee.  He grunted a few times and then a
rope of cum flew out of his stiffy.  It landed on his neck and shoulder.
Then another flying rope.  The third got air but only got to his belly.
Three or four more ropes oozed out before his entire body closed around my
arm.  Even a little bit of moving my fingers were enough to get him to buck
and squirm.  I let go and he eased up and laid back.  He looked down and
saw his cum on his body and really wanted me to take it off.  His shirt was
close by and I wiped the cum off with it.  He was asking me about it,
actually asking me if he did it right.  He was a little grossed out by the
appearance of cum.  I got him to feel it with his fingers. And he sniffed
it, and he said he liked it.

I looked at his dick, it was still sticking up in the air, not quite as
hard.  And there was a bit of the whitest cum I had ever seen hanging at
the tip.  I pointed it out to Jack and he was very interested.  He made his
dick flinch but the cum remained.  I told him to take it off, to feel it.
He flinched when his own hand touched his dick and his foreskin began to
swallow his dick head.  I could see his pulse in the veins in his neck.  He
started to smile, then he started to laugh.  He was amazed at what just
happened.  He said a few things that were just wrong again.  I didn't
correct him but it made me smile.

My condition was that I was so fucking horny that I was sure that my balls
were going to explode.  I started to jack myself.  He saw it and he wanted
to take over.  I swear he learned so much during that one orgasm that his
motion had improved by leaps and bounds.  We got him in a great positon.
His left elbow was planted in my stomach. And he was facing my boner.  His
butt was right where my right hand could grab it.  And he went to stroking.
I could see the muscles in his back flex with each stroke.  I know he
didn't know just how close I was a couple of times but he had to reach down
and play with my balls.  More precum and he quickly stuck his finger in the
drop.  I think he was even trying to put his finger down my pee hole.  He
asked me if I wanted him to go faster.  I grunted something that he took as
a yes.  He adjusted his grip and went to town.  Fast and a tight grip and I
was feeling the cum build up.  I told him, "Honey, I'm about to shoot!"

And he kept stroking as I was shooting ropes.  Cum was landing on my belly
and legs.  I had to pick him up by a buttcheek to get him to stop stroking.
He didn't let go but he slowed down to an easy nice movement. Jack was
fingering the cum, mine didn't seem as scary as his own.  I thought he was
going to taste it but he held it to his nose and sniffed.  He said that it
smelled like me. He rolled over so that his back was on my chest and he
could see my face.  He told me to smell my cum, so I could agree that it
smelled like me.  And yep! He wiped it under my nose.

That caused us to wrestle.  I was loving feeling his junk rub on me and I
had him where I could press my dick against him.  My cum was getting wiped
on him.  We finally ended up with me holding him close to me and I wasn't
letting him squirm out.  We both settled down and talked about how jacking
worked and what cum was good for.  Things that he had been taught about
making babies and such started to made sense.  Dick in a pussy was making a
lot of sense all of a sudden.

I could feel his dick staying hard.  And Jack asked me to do it again.  I
told him it usually took a little bit to recharge but he wanted to feel it
again.  I was ready to feel his dick again too.  I moved him so that he was
in front of me as we laid on our sides.  I positioned him so that my
semi-hard dick was wedged in the crack of his butt.  Not really coming
close to his hole, just nicely held in place.  I reached over and his
stiffy was just about where my own boner would be, making for a nice easy
natural jacking motion.  He was slightly soft to start with but he hardened
up right away.  His hips started to move, I don't think he was even
thinking about what he was doing to my boner but it was really helping
that.  I did mess with him a little.  I could tell he was just about to
shoot when I did play with his balls, twice.  He was squirming even more.
I had the idea that if I could get him to last a little longer, I could cum
just from rubbing in his crack.  He didn't last long after that.  I had
moved his shirt to the landing zone.  He did a pretty good job of shooting
each rope into it.  When he could talk again, he told me to give him a
minute and wanted me to do it again.

He fell asleep instead.  I was wrapped around him, My dick nested in his
crack, My hand kept playing gently with his dick and balls.  His dick
became so soft that it was just flopping around.  I had never felt a dick
so soft and limp.  It did harden up again when I woke up hours later.  And
I was hard and horny.  Without waking him up, I jacked off and added a
little more cum to his shirt.  It wasn't a huge amount of cum but I felt
like I was sufficiently empty.

It was light outside when I woke up.  I was a little worried about the
time.  We had to check out of the hotel that morning.  It was going to take
a little bit of time to pick up and get packed.  With Jack still nestled in
with me, I really didn't want to move.  But I started waking him up by
rubbing his belly, and pinching his little nipples.  I pulled on his pubes,
I really thought there were more than just a few days ago.  Little by
little, Jack woke up.  He started to smile before he opened his eyes.  Then
he twisted his head and looked at me.  And he groaned and stretched, he
said something about it not being a dream.  As we separated, I felt our
skin being pulled as it was a little sticky all over.  I told him we needed
to get going and I rolled out of bed.

As I was peeing, Jack got right up next to me and without a great amount of
aim, started to pee with me.  I just thought that was kind of cool.

We turned and looked in the mirror, his hair had taken to another level of
being a mess and my own wasn't far behind.  On his cheek, he had a smear of
dried cum.  He smiled as I brushed it away.  I loved the look of the two of
us completely naked and just standing in front of the mirror.  I knew we
were stinking and I said we needed to shower.  I didn't use the plural
showerS, and as I was standing under the water, Jack slipped in with me.
There was just enough room in the shower.  The addition of soap just made
our bodies slip and slide over each other.

Jack asked me if I would jackoff like I did in his cottage.  He wanted me
to do it as he watched.  I was limp.  I was wishing then that I hadn't
jacked off last night as Jack slept.  I didn't want to admit it, but I
wasn't ready.  Instead, I offered to do him.  I made it sound really good
and it didn't take all that much to convince Jack.  I got him in the right
position, I leaned against the wall to make sure we were steady and I
reached down and I found his stiffy.  I felt Jack's leg buckle a little as
I took hold.  I started whispering, telling him his dick was amazing, that
it was the hardest dick I had ever seen, and other such things.  He kept
saying yea, yea, yea, or giggling.  The water was falling on our heads.
There is something so fantastic about wrapping up a naked wet boy.  He just
felt so good.  My dick had returned to life, I hadn't given it enough
credit, it was fully hard and pressing against Jack's butt or really his
back.

I could tell that Jack was getting close to cuming.  He was holding his
breath and letting it out in quick puffs.  His left hand was reaching
around and grabbing my butt.  I asked him if he was going to cum, he nodded
his head and growled a bit.  I started telling him to hold it, to try to
not cum.  And then he almost yelled that he couldn't.  His legs went limp,
I was holding him up against me as he shot four long ropes of cum out into
the shower.  I slowed way down and was gently milking his dick for the last
loads of cum.  I could feel him laughing before I heard it.  Then he turned
and pressed against me.  I held him close as he was enjoying the feeling.
He told me it was so amazing.  He even talked about the cum from the night
before.

As he recovered, he backed up and just kept smiling at me.  We needed to
get moving and I needed to finish washing myself.  I took the soap and was
washing my butt, Jack laughed at that sight. I had to turn and lift my leg
to make the water rinse me off.  When I started to wash my junk, Jack took
the soap from my hand and soaped me up.  He said it was much easier than
washing him.  He said his parents were freaks about teaching him to wash
under his foreskin.  And it really embarrassed him.  Then he asked me if I
wanted to learn.  And he smiled that devilish grin.  It did feel strange to
be inside a foreskin.  I made him laugh when I held out his foreskin to
make a cup so that the water would rinse the rest of the soap from the
inside.  It did feel squeaky clean now!

While I had the soap, I used it on his butt cheeks.  I took a soapy finger
and ran it in his crack.  For a moment, I felt his butthole.  He jumped and
twisted to the side.  He apologized but that was the end of our shower.  We
stepped out, helped each other dry off. And got all pretty in the mirror.
Jack's hair was slicked down and in control, really for the first time I
had known him.

As we were packing up, he picked up the shirt that I had used to collect
the cum.  He made a face like he was disgusted by it. Although, he sniffed
it, and he felt the areas that had dried and gotten crusty.  He said, "Now
that makes sense."  He explained that when he got into his bunk bed the
very first time, he saw a pair of knickers that were between the springs
and the mattress of the bed above him.  He ended up taking them out and
examining them.  He didn't realize it was cum but didn't know what it could
me.  He stuff the green knickers in the bottom of his laundry bag and
forgot about them.  I heard his mother comment that another boy must have
used Jack's bag and I figured she was talking about those knickers.

We had a fairly long drive that day.  I was enjoying listening to Jack
relive the events of the night before.  I loved the excitement of
discovery.  I loved that I was part of it.  I had a few waves of guilt but
with the way Jack was responding, I knew it was a good thing.  I was
answering questions that I never thought that I would be asked.  I gave him
answers to questions that I had when I was close to his age.  After we
restarted the drive after lunch, the subject changed quite a bit and we
didn't talk about it.

That evening we were scheduled to go to an outdoor concert.  Somebody who
Jack's parents really wanted to see.  I was willing, Jack didn't have all
that much choice.  Although, his parents weren't there, we decided to go
ahead and go.  We found our 4 seats, not all that great but it was a small
venue and none of the seats were that bad.  When the opening act ended and
they were setting up for the main act, we voted to move to the grassy hill
just behind us.  I went out and grabbed him sleeping bag and laid it out on
the hill.  We were much more comfortable there.  He snuggled up against me,
using my chest as a pillow.  And the sky started to light up as a
thunderstorm was coming our way.  We watched the lightning, and listened to
the music, and felt each other snuggled up close. I could smell of the
shampoo in his hair.  I just didn't want to move.

As the concert ended, we moved slowly to the car.  Things were just too
mellow to rush.  I'm glad we didn't take much more time, it was only a
minute or two later when the skies opened up. Lightning was coming close,
the rain was coming down in sheets.  We inched our way to the exit and then
the traffic was slow all the way back to the hotel.  We ran to the room and
got just a little bit wet.  We had gone into the room but as I was peeing,
Jack was standing in the doorway to the room and watching the storm
intensify.  We stepped outside and sat on the natural wood bench in front
of the room windows.  We talked only a little about the concert, the storm,
and things we could be doing inside.  We both fell asleep and I woke up
when headlights of a car panned over us.  I got Jack to stand and move
towards the bed.  He flopped down on the bed and grabbed the pillow.  I was
smiling as I pulled off his shoes then shorts and shirt.  I stripped down
to undies and we found out places in bed.  Jack grabbed my hand and pulled
it around him.  I wrapped him up and he wished me a good night, and made a
little kissing sound.

It would have been a good idea to have pulled the curtains closed on the
front window.  I'm not sure how many people looked in on us, not that there
was that much to see.  The sky was full of clouds and there was a mist
falling gently.  I was feeling great, I needed coffee and food.  The
concessions at the concert were not as great as advertised.  I was ready to
jack my morning wood, or really have Jack take care of me.  It didn't
happen though.  We took our time getting dressed, Jack was much more awake
by the time we walked down the road for more flapjacks and bacon.

The rain lingered through the day and made for a slow and easy, if not
boring day.  We were back in the room and Jack came over and flopped down
next to me.  He had been quieter than normal and I asked him about it.  He
said he was fine but I pushed to get more talk going on.  It became a very
thoughtful discussion.  It took a sexual course when Jack asked why you
can't just squeeze your balls and make cum squirt out.  I asked him, with a
smile, if he had tried that.  He said he had and it hurt like bloody hell.
The lessons began.  Jack was listening intently, if I had been my father,
he would have made Jack take notes.  I wasn't sure he was getting it so I
told him to pull down his pants so I could show him.  We both made sure the
curtains were pulled shut.

He was already hard when his knickers came off.  And so was I.  I wasn't
shy about holding his dick and balls and pressing behind his balls where
his prostate was.  I thought about doing a prostate exam to demonstrate but
with the way he was when I got near his hole, I knew it would not be
received well.  Jack was surprised to know that there was something in his
butt.  It took a little more explaining, with some hands on
demonstration. I didn't say much about his foreskin, I was getting my first
experience with his.  I did tell him that his pubes would continue to come
in.  That they would grow around his balls, maybe thick, maybe sparse.  And
I made him laugh when I talked about the curse of the butthole pubes, it
meant no clean undies, or knickers, from then on.  He cringed when I told
him about the lecture that my mom gave me at that time.  Oh, I just wanted
to hide back then.

Jack asked to see my pubes.  I was happy to, if nothing else, I needed to
get my boner out of a bind in my jeans.  He helped get my jeans and undies
off.  And pulled my socks off as well.  And as I sat back down, the pulled
my shirt over my head.  He wanted me completely naked.  He was fine still
wearing his socks and shirt. I leaned back and let him finger my pubes.  He
pulled and twisted them.  He examined the ones on my balls.  I'm not as
hairy there as some men.  He did note that they were really long for pubes.
He giggled when he lifted my balls and looked underneath.  He went back to
my bush and asked if the pubes ever grow on willies, like to the head and
shaft. He asked about when my pubes started to grow in and then if I had
ever shaved them.  My little laugh made him smile and look up at me and he
knew there was going to be a story.  I told him it happened a few times.
The first time it was a dare among friends.  That only took a couple of
swipes of a razor to accomplish.  And I've had a few operations that
required the removal of pubic hair.  The latest one was more for the look.
When they prepped me in the hospital, it looked like I had a weed whacker
fall in my lap.  It was just so messy looking.  During my recovery, I took
some time to go as clean as I could.  My doctor even made a comment when he
checked on me after the shave.  And once when a women wanted to fuck a bare
dick.  I did have to give a few details of that when Jack asked with a
surprised lint to his voice that I fuck girls!

Jack's attention went to my circumsion scar.  He asked if it hurt, either
when they did it or now.  He thought it was the worst thing to cut off a
little baby's cock.  He was gently rubbing his fingers around the head of
my dick and he might as well have been jacking me.  He said he loved how
both our cocks were bouncing up and down as our heart beat.  He said he
never noticed that until I got naked.

I was so horny by that time!  I asked Jack if he wanted to try something
that I had never done, something that he and I could do.  That devilish
grin appeared and he said of course.  I scooted us around until we were
facing each other, very closely.  One of his legs up and over mine.  My
dick touched his willy and he jumped and giggled.  And he could barely sit
still as I pulled his willy into position.  I had to bend it down from its
natural stiffy position.  I pulled his foreskin back and I put my dick head
right `nose to nose' with his.  It took a few attempts to pull his foreskin
back over my dick head.  His breathing was getting faster, his attention
was really focused.  And I got his skin in just the right place, it stayed
over my dick head without holding it on.  We enjoyed just looking at it.
He was laughing and that made our dickheads rub a little.  He asked me how
I ever thought about that.

I put my fingers back on when the skin started to pull back.  His head was
resting on my shoulder, I was looking at our docked dicks through his dark
black hair.  His head jerked back. He was biting his lower lip, his eyes
closed and then I felt a shot of hot cum envelope my dick head.  Another
shot and I could feel a little shoot inside of my dick. Cum started to ooze
out and coat my hand.  A few more shots and Jack fell forward on me and I
fell backwards.  He was telling me how sorry he was, he just couldn't help
it.  I took it more as a compliment than a problem.  The real problem was
that was extremely horny, I needed to cum, and I had a naked boy on top of
me, and my boner was just hanging out under his balls.

I let Jack recover some before I moved him so I could start taking care of
myself.  Since he had asked the other day if I would jack off so he could
see, I thought I'd just do that.  I started to stroke and he put his hand
on mine and held on.  He could only stand that for about a minute when he
pulled my hand off and he began the stroke.  His hand felt great and he
even told me that he liked holding my dick.  He put his head on my belly
and looked on as he stroked me.  He didn't realize that he had put his head
right on some of his own cum.  I lasted a long time.  I was making him work
but he didn't really stop.  And he noticed that I was going to shoot, and I
warned him.  He made little explosion noises as each rope burst out of my
dick.  A couple of ropes landed on his cheek.  We didn't move.  He just
kept petting my dick and I just laid there and enjoyed it.  I was almost
asleep when he twisted to get on top of me.  I think he wanted the cum to
be between us.  And he was looking into my face.  One side of his face had
his dried cum smear and the other was the ropes of my cum.  I don't usually
even taste my own cum but I licked his cheek to clean it off.  Jack giggled
and he planted his lips on mine.  Our first kiss, and he was very good at
it.

I think we could have stayed entwined like that for quite awhile but Jack
farted and then he jumped up with an urgent need to pee.  He stayed in the
bathroom for awhile.  I just laid in bed, my head at the foot of the bed,
and I was slowly playing with my dick.  Then I heard him yell that he could
see me playing with it.  I looked around and I could see his image in the
mirror.  He does look cute on the toilet.

We ended up in the shower.  We went through the hotel supplied bar of soap
and got soooo clean. We did each other, although he did his own butthole.
He made me jump when he made sure my butthole was clean!  Then with towels
still in hand, we laid down on the bed.  I hadn't felt him so relaxed as he
was right then.  My hands rubbed from his should and down below his butt.
I was just enjoying the smooth soft skin.  Jack explored my nipples, my
belly button and more of my pubes.  He even found the little dimple left by
the operation that I had told him about.  He said I should shave again.  It
was right after that when we both fell asleep.

I was jolted awake.  It took me a minute to realize that Jack was sliding
his foreskin over my boner.  He was ready to try it again, even if I was
sound asleep.  He laughed hard but he kept going and he did get it in just
the right place.  I was really feeling it!  There is something so special
about being connected like that.  I told him to start jacking them
together.  He was making long slow strokes and told me it felt like he had
a monster willy.  He had to reset the foreskin a few times.  As he got
going faster, we just couldn't stay together.  I think with a little more
skill and practice, we could go all the way to cuming.  When we separated
for the last time, he told me that he wanted to see me jack off.  He pulled
on his stiffy slowly as I performed.  It seemed a bit odd but I was
enjoying it.  He reached out several times to feel my balls bouncing up and
down.  I was preparing to shoot and he said, "Go for it dude!"  And then
said, "Wow!" when my cum spurted out.  I didn't get much air with each rope
but I had enough to impress him.

He wiped me off with his towel and then jumped beside me and pulled me up
to him.  He even wiggled his butt so that my softening dick was wedged in
his butt crack.  He pulled my arm over him and put my hand on his stiffy.
He told me it was his turn.  Three times I got him right on the edge of
cuming, once, he made a little precum.  The last time he got close, he was
begging me to not stop.  He held up the towel to capture it all.  He
grunted with each and every shot.  He held my hand and kept it on his dick.
My chest was against his back and I could feel his heart beat slow and we
both fell asleep again.

We didn't wake up again until the maid knocked on the door and opened it to
see if we were still there.  I'm sure she saw us snuggled up but quickly
closed the door.  She said to take our time, she would be back.  It was
right at checkout time but I couldn't let us go without a shower.  For one
thing, Jack had gone to bed with wet hair and it now looked like a
thunderstorm was brewing on top of his head.  It was separate showers,
although Jack was on the toilet the entire time I was showering.

The heavy clouds were still around and the forecast called for rain for our
next destination.  It was a place that his mother had decided was worth the
long drive.  It didn't excite me or Jack.  One call to cancel the room, and
a right turn and we were heading home.  We had slept from early evening to
midmorning.  I think Jack finally caught up on his sleep.  He was bubbly.
He talked the whole way.  I heard more about camp, several stories were of
showers or things that happened after lights out.  I heard about his two
best friends in London and how teeny tiny each of their willies were.  And
he thanked me for all the fun we were having.  Every so often, if he ran
out of words, he would pull up the leg of his shorts and flash me his
willy.

For the next 3 days, Jack and would again dock, jack, and play around.  I
got to the point a couple of times when I had no cum left in my body.  That
was never Jack's condition. We also went 36 hours without a bit of clothes,
that included two trips to my hot tub in the back yard. I washed our
clothes, but he wouldn't let me wash his shirt that was full of cum.  We
also got to enjoy some of the things around town.  I got him some very
decent BBQ, some spicy Mexican food, and the best chicken fried steak in
the state.

It was a very tough evening when it was time to go.  He barely said a word
from noon on.  He would lean into me and I would wrap him up in a hug.  He
was in tears when he had to walk on the plane.  He put all his strength
into his hug, kissed me, and told me he loved me.

His parents were thrilled to get him back and they called me just as he got
home.  And again the next day when they had heard many stories of our
adventures.  They said that Jack had grown so much, that he was like
another boy.  They loved it when they heard my accent in some of the things
he said.  They were insisting that I come back to visit them.  And they
didn't think that there was anyway to keep Jack from going back to camp
next summer.

Just the other day, I got an actual letter from Jack.  He filled five pages
of hand written lines.  He very much included our sexual adventures and
gave them a bit of a different view than I had.  He did sum it up by saying
that it would live within him forever.

Thanks for making it all the way through this long story.
Kevin
KBR4040home@gmail.com