Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2018 04:50:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving a Pinoy Boy

This narrative is part of a story I wrote titled "One Little Indian Boy"
posted on Nifty in July of 2011. That story began as a shorter story in
chapter III of a collection titled "Encounters With Boys". That story was
last posted in July of 2015.  In Re-visiting One Little Indian Boy it
occurred to me that his portion of it is a story in its own right. I have
edited and expanded it and now offer it to you.  Please N-joi.

Hugs,
Tag
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I started acting out about age 13½ for whatever reason. Maybe it was due
to the huge social changes of the late 60's, or being different than my
staid and proper parents and older siblings. Both parents were the 3rd
generation of doctors in their respective family, as were my 3 older
siblings. Who knew the reason and what did it really matter? I hadn't
committed any serious crimes but had gotten into enough trouble that, at 17
a judge gave me the choice of the military or jail and I chose the
military. That wasn't an uncommon option given by the justice system since
Viet Nam was escalating rapidly. Somewhere I'd learned about the special
forces and figured I was tough enough to be a navy Seal. I found out how
tough I wasn't, but I was stubborn. I discovered that I loved the physical
discipline, loved learning the self-defense stuff and how to shoot a
variety of weapons. I also loved the camaraderie. I also came to the
realization during that time, that I was gay.

I think that I knew it all along, or at least since I'd started puberty and
maybe that is part of the reason for my acting out. I'd done my share of
messing around with other boys when I was in middle school; it was pretty
common. But by 10th grade most of us, including me, were dating and getting
laid. I was convinced that because I was plunging my hungry teenage cock
into pussy on a fairly routine basis that I was straight. While I was
stationed in the Philippines I'd been picked up by a 14 year old boy one
night.

I'd been out bar crawling in Olongapo with some buddies and had gotten
totally wasted. Somewhere, somehow in that process we'd gotten separated
and I'd ended up on a side street by myself. I don't remember much of that
part except that, apparently, I'd sat down alongside a building to rest a
moment. I must have passed out because I was awakened by someone tugging at
my shoulder.

"Wake up sir, wake up," a voice was crying with some urgency, slowly
penetrating the alcoholic fog of my brain. I finally came to enough to see
a boy's face about a foot from mine. "Come kaib'igan, we must go, you are
not safe here." When he saw that my eyes were open he repeated himself,
tugging on my arm for emphasis. I managed to stumble to my feet and with
the boy supporting me, we began walking in the fading daylight, eventually
making our way to a house with a walled yard. He led me around back and had
me sit on a bench while he disappeared inside the house. There was barely
any light, the area around the outside perimeter of the wall blocked on all
sides by jungle so I could hardly make out my surroundings. The boy came
back a few minutes later and handed me a cup and told me to drink it. I did
and almost right away felt my stomach lurch and then I vomited, some of
which ended up on my jeans and shoes.

"Come, we must get you undressed and cleaned up." He immediately tugged at
my shirt, got it off and worked at my shoes. Those off he managed to get me
standing and led me inside another area, this one smaller and enclosed by
living bamboo. He braced me against a wall then worked at getting my jeans
and underwear down where I could step out of them. He then had me sit again
while he stripped off his clothes and got water going. He then sprayed me
down where I sat, turned the water off and began bathing me and missed
nothing in the process. When washing my cock and my balls he said something
like dako but I was still pretty fucked up. After finishing me he washed
himself, then dried us both and led me out of the shower area and into the
house. Almost right inside the door he took me to a room that had a soft
light in one corner, removed the bath towel and got me to lay on what
appeared to be bedding on the floor. I did so and before I knew much more
the boy was lying alongside me, also naked.

"Sleep kaib'igan," he said softly, and I closed my eyes. I woke sometime
later with a raging hard on, the cause of which was that it was being
manipulated. In the light it was easy to see boy lying there propped up on
an elbow watching me while he was working my crotch over. He smiled at me
but didn't stop.

"Have you ever been with a boy?" I shook my head.

"Not as a man, but as I boy," I responded softly. He leaned forward and
kissed me lightly on the tip of my nose.

"Would you like to be with a boy, as a man?" I didn't say anything. I
didn't know what to say. The boy leaned over again only this time it was
over my cock. He held it upright then lowered his head and took me inside
his mouth. He continued to lower his head, taking in half of me before
raising it then doing it again. I groaned at the feelings that rippled
through my body. I'd been with whores that couldn't suck cock like the boy
did.

After a half dozen round trips he moved back up alongside of me. "You like
being with a boy." It was a statement not a question. I nodded my head. "I
like being with you dako," he said and squeezed my cock for emphasis. I
wondered how he knew my name, although he wasn't really saying it
completely, but it was close enough for me.

There was a soft rap at the door then it opened and an old woman shuffled
in. She smiled and nodded, said something to the boy in Tagalog, placed my
wallet on the small table then shuffled out.

"Salamat po lola," the boy said as the old woman left the room. "Your
wallet," he said by way of explanation. I rolled into the boy and reached
over him, grabbing my wallet and checking to make sure my ID was in it. It
was along with my money. I put it back and moved back so I was facing the
boy again, and seeing the look of amusement on his adorable face. His hand
went immediately to my cock, squeezing and slowly stroking me.

"We are poor, but we are honest. So dako, will you love me?" he asked. I
nodded my head. The boy rolled away from me, opened the drawer of his
little nightstand and pulled out a bottle and small hand towel then rolled
back. He shoved the sheets down, exposing himself to me for the first
time. I say the first time because I hadn't really registered anything
about him in the shower.

He appeared to be about six inches long, fully hardened and
uncircumcised. His body was smooth except for a small patch of pitch black
hair at the base of his pride and joy, and that appeared to be clipped
short. His balls were smooth as marbles and hung nicely onto a smooth brown
thigh. He poured some liquid from the bottle into his hand then gripped my
cock and slathered the top third, including the exposed head. He then wiped
his hand on the towel, raised up and threw one leg over my waist and was
kneeling above me. My brain then registered what he was going to do and
before I knew it, he reached back, held my rigid cock upright then lowered
himself onto it. The head pushed through immediately and the boy leg go and
placed his hand on my hip, took hold of his own hard cock with the other
hand then lowered his body slowly until my pubic hair was pushed against
his butt. The boy's head fell backward, a sigh issued up from his throat
and a very thin smile of satisfaction appeared on his full lips. Then he
began to move.

He began rising and falling, using his hips and legs. Then he added a
little undulating motion, moving his hips forward then backwards. He
finally leaned forward and placed his hands on my chest and began to fuck
me in earnest. I reached forward and took hold of his dick and began
jacking him off.

"Oh yes kaib'igan, love me, make me juki, make my juice squirt." I'd
forgotten what it was like being inside a boy; after all it had been 10
years or more. The tightness on my cock, the expressions on the boys'
smooth face, the feelings that were roaring through my body were all
exquisite. I'd missed being with a boy and now, 10 years later; I knew
where I was meant to be.

The boy began moving faster and I wasn't sure, but it felt like he was
constricting and relaxing his sphincter muscle as he fucked me. He reached
behind me and cupped my balls then squeezed them gently. "Give me your
gatas my dako, put your gatas in me." He was breathing hard, moaning softly
as he released and captured my cock, released and captured it.

"Aaiiii," he all but cried out as his cock thickened against my fingers and
a little stream of sperm shot out onto my belly. His orgasm caused his hole
to twitch against my cock and a second later I released a river of sperm up
inside the boy and he continued to fire globs of cum on me. He moved his
butt in every direction imaginable as we both came, dragging my orgasm out
longer and his too I imagined.

He finally slowed down but continued to move, apparently reveling in the
afterglow. He finally stopped completely and slowly lowered his upper body
and kissed me on the lips then lowered it further until he rested on my
chest, his head on my shoulder. My arms went around him and I held him to
me for a moment before rubbing his back and down onto his butt. I finally
settled for just holding him and by then his arms were around my neck,
gently holding me.

My cock finally started to soften and he sat up, hoping that the position
would keep me inside of him but we both knew it was fruitless, knew that I
was going to come out of him and we both laughed at the situation which
caused my cock to shoot out of his ass like a watermelon seed squeezed
between fingers.

He got an exaggerated sad look on his face, which I mirrored, then we both
laughed and he lay back down on me and whispered in my ear, "Salamat po,"
and we just held each other for a short while.

I felt wetness on my balls and knew that my cum was leaking out of the boy
and he knew it too. He moved off me, grabbing the hand towel from the bed
and wiping his butt with it then my balls, and finally his cum from my
belly. After discarding the towel he got up and turned the light out and
came back to bed, kissed me on the lips and said,

"Sleep now dako, you need rest for tomorrow." I gave him a questioning look
and he smiled at me. "Tomorrow make big jig jig, we suckee we fuckee all fo
fi'dollah," he said in a parody of Asian prostitutes then laughed.

"You sleep now," and snuggled up to me.

My first rimming came at the hands, or I should say mouth and tongue, of
Bryan the next morning. Somehow as a young teenage boy my friends and I had
not gotten around to that wonderful practice. I woke up to find him gone. I
felt a little hung over but not nearly what I thought I should have been. I
also had to piss like crazy, along with other morning activities. I sat up
and noticed a large piece of paper that my wallet was sitting on.

"Dakota, a toilet is just outside the door just for you." Well now, that
was thoughtful. I stood and surveyed the room for my clothes and found none
so padded over to the door and cracked it open and saw that it opened onto
a small hall. At the far end a door was closed and as promised in the note
to my right was an open door. I stepped out of the bedroom and quickly into
the other room, which was the proffered bathroom, and closed the door. The
room was small and rather shabby but contained an old toilet and sink, both
stained from years of minerals from the water. Taped to a cracked mirror
was another note indicating that the toothpaste and still wrapped
toothbrush was for my use.

 As I sat on the toilet I was beginning to think that my young savior was a
patutot kelot, a boy prostitute.  I wondered briefly if he was on his own
or working for an establishment but quickly reasoned that it was the former
and not the latter. Boy prostitutes were quite common around Subic Bay and
Manila, most of Asia for that matter. I'd seen them on the streets and in
the bars quite often. I suspected that more than one of my teammates had
utilized such service on occasion which was more tolerated than accepted as
long as it was kept totally to one's self.

There was no shower in the tiny room so I finished my business, brushed my
teeth and returned to the bedroom and lay back down on the sleeping area,
covered by a sheet. Less than 2 minutes later the boy returned carrying a
tray covered by a towel.

"Magandang umaga," Dakota.

"Good morning," I replied as the boy came to where I was lying, set the
tray down and pulled the towel off. Along with a glass of what looked like
papaya juice were slices of fruit, slices of fried Portuguese sausage and a
couple of hot malasada's. I loved malasada's, a doughy ball that is deep
fried then rolled in sugar or cinnamon and sugar or even filled with a
chocolate or vanilla crème or custard.

"I hope this is a satisfactory meal Dakota." The way he pronounced my name
sounded like Da-ko-T'a, with a glottal stop after the T. I assured him that
it appeared to be. The boy then picked up a piece of sausage and brought it
to my mouth. My eyes never left his face as I chewed and the boy maintained
my gaze.

He was young, no more than 14, his face totally free of blemish or hair of
any kind. Large dark eyes dominated the top third of his face, full
sensuous lips with a clearly defined cupid's bow the bottom third. The two
were connected by a thin, aquiline nose. His black hair was thick but worn
short fully exposing his small ears. He was a very cute boy, slender like
many of his countrymen.

"What is your name?" I asked after he fed me another piece of sausage.

"Bryan," he replied, his voice still somewhat high pitched. Many Filipino
children have western names, a trait that is also common in Singapore,
Malaysia, and who knows how many other eastern countries. "Does it please
you, Dako-ta?" he asked, changing the pronunciation then, giggled a
little. I asked why he giggled.

"Because your name is close to dako which is a slang term for large penis,
which in your case is true." I had a vague memory of him using that word
the night before.

"Why did you bring me here?" He explained that I had been in a very
dangerous neighborhood and that sometimes groups of men prowled the streets
at night looking for stray American servicemen to accost. I wanted to know
if he was a prostitute but considering that he may have saved me from a
severe beating or worse, I didn't want to offend him either.

"Do you bring American servicemen home often?" The boy knew what I was
asking, and I believe that he appreciated the respectful manner in which I
asked."

"I have, a few. My family has fallen on hard times. My father was drowned
recently while fishing. We have little money." His head dropped a little
bit as if shamed by his circumstances, one which was not uncommon, the need
for money that is. I reached out and put my finger under his chin and
gently raised his head.

"Thank you for helping me." He smiled, baring crystal white straight
teeth. He picked up a malasada and brought it to my mouth so I took a
bite. He then picked up the towel and gently wiped the excess sugar from my
mouth. He continued to feed me and we chatted, learning a little about each
other. Bryan's English was pretty good which was fortunate because my
Tagalog ranged between piss poor and non-existent.

He would be 14 in 2 months; he lived with his mother and her parents along
with a sister who was 17 and two younger brothers 10 and 8. He liked
school, was a good student and passable athlete. His father had been killed
about 7 months before in a freak accident on a fishing boat. His family was
poor hence his extracurricular activities. His family preferred that he be
with men and not his sister, who was also a good student and was hoping to
attend college to become a nurse.

When I finished eating he took the tray out then returned to the room a few
minutes later. "Come, I will give you a bath." He took my hand and led me
back outside and into the shower area where he stripped his clothes off and
proceeded to wash me, again, not missing anything. As he washed my asshole
he commented that he would like to shave me there, if I had no objection. I
was a little leery of allowing anyone in that area with a razor but trusted
the boy and gave him the go ahead. He had me bend over the bench and used
soap as the shaving medium then used a safety razor to accomplish the
deed. Needless to say the erection that I'd gotten from the washing was
lost during the shaving.

"Would you like me to shave your ba'yag," he asked, squeezing my nuts for
emphasis. I declined. He put his things away and rinsed me off, rubbing his
finger across my now smooth hole commenting on it. I watched him quickly
wash his body, treating his boyhood parts with tenderness and smiling at me
as he did so. "You still have your balat," he commented, pulling his
foreskin past the end of his dick for emphasis. "Your fellow countrymen do
not often still have it." I told him my parents were both doctors as if
that would explain it to him. He finished, dried me off first and then
himself, spending a little extra time on my genitals which caused a stir.

"He wakes up Dakota. He will need attention." Bryan took me by the hand and
led me back to the room and gestured for me to lie down which I did. He
then knelt between my legs and proceeded to play with my stuff, bringing me
to full tumescence. It had the same effect on the boy whose cock rose
before my very eyes to stand tall and proud in front of his incredibly flat
torso. He bent down and proceeded to suck my cock and again, took half of
me into his mouth. I really wanted to taste him as well. It had been a long
time since I'd had a young teenage cock in my mouth and I'd missed it.

I reached down and took his wrist in my hand and pulled him, the boy
following my direction to lay beside me. I leaned down and kissed him while
my hand sought out and began stroking his rigid cock. I then slid down the
bed and proceeded to do what he'd done to me, moving my head up and down
and bouncing his cock head off the back of my throat. I hadn't lost my cock
sucking talent despite years of not having practiced.

"Come above me," Bryan told me, "so that I may service you as well Dakota."
I quickly moved and placed a knee on each side of his head and went back to
sucking his cock and fondling the smooth sac of balls. I felt Bryan's hands
on each hip pulling gently at me so lowered my waist. I had just taken his
cock all the way into my mouth when he peeled my cheeks open and began
licking my asshole. I almost died. I had to stop sucking his cock for a
moment in order to pay attention only to those feelings, those incredible
feelings as the boy completely explored the entire area with his
tongue. I'll never forget it as long as I live.

Ten minutes later Bryan was on his back with his legs pulled back to his
head and I was buried as deeply inside of him as nature would allow. I
fucked him for almost 15 minutes, driving my cock almost straight down into
his body. Bryan cooed, encouraged, pulled on my ass, kissed me, panted,
sucked at my ear and any number of other things until we both came in a
thunderous explosion. The boy almost screamed out in pleasure as I hammered
him as hard as I ever had anyone, male or female. After I let his legs down
we hugged and kissed then just lay there, reveling in the body contact.

After the incredible first fuck with Bryan we went back out to the shower,
cleaned off, then returned to his room where we lay snuggled together on
his sleeping pallet. I say first fuck because I barely remembered the first
one.

"I want to see you again Bryan. Is that going to be possible?" He kissed me
gently and said of course it was and that he would like that very much. I
voiced my concerns about his being with other men; that I didn't
particularly want to share him, to risk picking up an STD of some sort.

"I do not wish to bring money up at such a peaceful time Dakota for I am
enjoying being here with you, like this. But my family needs the money to
live otherwise my sister and brother or my mother must do this and I cannot
accept that." I told him that I understood completely then asked how much
men paid him to be with him. The number he told me, for an encounter of a
few hours, was equal to around 10 dollars U.S. He said that he only went
with men when the family really needed the money and that overall, in a
month, he usually brought home $25-$30 US. That amount of money had a
buying power in Asia 3 times its face value but to me it was a pittance. I
could easily afford it, not just because of my pay but I also had access to
a trust fund that I rarely touched, hadn't touched in 2 years.

"Suppose I give you 50 US a month Bryan. Would that be enough?" He moved
his upper body back away from me and looked me in the eyes.

"Do you mean that Dakota? That is a lot of money. I think 30 US would be
fine." I nodded my head in agreement but knew that I was willing to pay
more, wanted to pay more. And it wasn't just about the sex it was about
helping his family out. At that point I think I would have given them money
even if Bryan's body wasn't part of the deal. He kissed me again then
rested his head against my chest.

"I would be with you for nothing if it weren't for my family Dakota. You
are a good and kind man; you treat me very well, unlike some men. I will
like being your boy." He hugged me for emphasis. Bryan either hadn't
noticed or chose to ignore my body stiffening momentarily when he commented
about other men not treating him good. I couldn't tolerate men who hurt
others for their own pleasure or were simply uncaring about other's
feelings.

After some more making out I fucked him again, slower that time, but
passionate just the same. Bryan fed me lunch and we slept for a bit before
I had to dress and leave. I pulled out a handful of pesos and gave it to
him and his eyes went wide.

"This is too much Dakota," he exclaimed. I shook my head and reminded him
that it was our agreement. I kissed him and said,

"Besides, you are worth every peso and more. You have no idea how much this
meant to me, how much you mean to me Bryan." A tear ran down each cheek and
he hugged me again and we stood there simply holding each other.

We finally broke away and he led me by the hand out into the living area of
his house where I met his family. To a one they were very kind, welcoming,
and genial to me and when Bryan spoke to them in Tagalog, the adults all
came and shook my hand and spoke to me in their own language and Bryan
translated. His brothers and sister spoke English and welcomed me to their
home, the boys almost clinging onto me. We finally left, and Bryan walked
me to a bus line and we made arrangements for him to meet me the following
weekend.

This time we went through the front door and his family welcomed me with
open arms, his brothers hugging me like a long lost uncle. His little
brothers took to me like ducks to water and were always vying for my
attention. It was a little bit weird at first, knowing that they knew full
well that I was fucking their grandson, son, and brother but like I said
before, it wasn't a huge deal for them. I paid him good money, I treated
him and them very well so everyone was happy; especially me.

After goofing around with the little boys for an hour we sat down to a meal
of pork Adobo, steamed rice and stir fried vegatables. It was understood
and expected that I would join them for meals, which I was more than happy
to do, although, as I said, in the beginning it was a little uncomfortable.

The meal was delicious and during it, Bryan encouraged me to tell his
family a little bit about me, my youth and my family. His sister Mayari, a
very pretty little thing, was particularly interested in the fact that most
of my family were in the medical field. She declared that she didn't think
she was smart enough to become a doctor, but I disagreed with her. She was
flattered that I would think so highly of her.

The boys wanted to know all about America and was it true that there were
still cowboys and Indians and was every day like being at Disneyland. If
they were disappointed that America wasn't what they saw on television,
they didn't show it.

After a suitable time with the family after dinner, Bryan and I retired to
his room where we cuddled and kissed a little bit.

"My family adores you Dakota," he said as we lay facing each other, our
naked bodies entwined, raging hard cocks pressed against each other. I had
one hand on his deliciously small tender butt gently kneading the flesh.

"They are all very kind and very nice people Bryan and I like them too."
After a moment he said,

"You know, my oldest brother Tam will ask you why you do not wish to jig
jig with him. Not because of money or sex but for your attention. Even Mark
may ask you. What do you think about being with a younger boy, a smooth
hairless boy?"

"I don't have any desire to be with your brothers Bryan," I replied, "you
are all the boy I need or want." My brown skinned cutie smiled hugely,
kissed me on the mouth then leaned back.

"That's very sweet Dakota but I mean, in general, what you think about
being with a smooth hairless boy, not necessarily my brother."

"Same answer but the bigger question is what would you think about me being
with a younger boy?" He gave that some though.

"I do not mind Dakota. I think it would be very sexy to watch you with
another boy. There are plenty of little boys that would be with you. I can
arrange it if you wish." I wondered aloud what his family would say about
bringing other boy's home and he waved the question aside.

"My family understands such arrangement Dakota. They would not think less
of you. Instead they would think you a strong and virile man. Tam would
likely make the most noise about it." When I asked why Bryan said that the
boy would wonder why I would bring home another boy when there was a
perfectly good and more than willing one right there in the house. About a
month later we would be with another boy but it wouldn't be a younger
hairless boy, although that would come later.

I ended up buying CJ-Renegade from a guy who had gotten a surprise
discharge and was going back to New York. It was a pretty good deal and
hardly made a dent in my trust fund. Anyway, there were actually quite a
few things to see and do on Negros Island and since Bryan had never been
more than 20 miles from his home he was as eager as I was to do a road
trip. By that time we had been together for about a month. I spent every
weekend that I'd had free with him and his family. Needless to say, my SEAL
buddies teased me a lot about having found a local "mamma" to take care of
me. I was very careful about not allowing them to know where I stayed, who
I was with or anything along those lines. They figured I was shacked up
with a local girl and I didn't do anything to dispel that notion.

I loved being with Bryan. I loved cuddling with him, having his naked young
body in my arms, feeling the warmth of him, and the love of him. Being
buried deep inside of him produced the most exquisite feelings for me and
judging from the moans and whimpering cries he produced, I figured he was
as happy as I was.

So there we were driving up island and traveling along the edge of Twin
Lakes which was completely surrounded by jungle. "We should go swimming
Dakota," Bryan said as we cruised along. It was hot, muggy; the idea of
being immersed in water sounded like a great idea. I slowed down, keeping
my eye out for a way to the water. I passed something that looked
promising, stopped in the road and backed up, an easy feat due to very
little traffic. Sure enough, hidden under overhanging foliage was a barely
discernable pair of dirt ruts. Had I not had SEAL training I doubt that I
would have seen it.

I jumped out and went under the dense greenery to make sure that the ruts
continued and that it passable and seeing that it was hopped back in the
jeep, put it into 4wd and started slowly into the jungle. It was slow going
but doable and 5 minutes later I was able to stop in a clearing that was
barely big enough to turn the jeep around to get back out. Bryan and got
out and stretched.

Looking around, the jungle crept in from all sides except at the edge of
the lake so we walked toward it and discovered that we were actually in a
small lagoon of sorts. The land curved out into the lake on both sides
creating an area about the size of a 1 bedroom home.

"It so quiet and peaceful Dakota," Bryan said, looking around. Indeed it
was. My boy immediately kicked off his flip flops and began pulling his
shirt off and then his jeans. I'd found that watching the young teen
undress was very erotic to me and I can't explain why, it just was, and I
never tired of it. We both ended up naked at the same time then Bryan made
the 3 steps or so toward me and snuggled into my arms. We didn't kiss, just
held each other, reveling in the warmth and feel of each others'
bodies. And it wasn't erotic particularly as much as it was comforting.

"Come on Dakota," he said taking my hand and led me into the water. We swam
a little, played a little and just plain laid a little, allowing the cool
water of the lake to envelope and caress our bodies.

"I like being naked in the jungle Dakota, especially with you," Bryan
commented. I rolled over and put an arm across his chest then leaned down
and kissed him. It wasn't a long one, it wasn't designed to get something
started it was just a "glad you're here with me" kiss which caused the boy
to offer a yummy sound when I broke it off.

We were so caught up with being with each other in the moment that we
didn't hear the approach although I suppose that seeing us lying in the
shallow water naked caused him to be as quiet as he could. It wasn't that
he could see anything other than my bare ass sticking out of the water
because I was half draped over Bryan with my head resting on his chest. The
high pitched voice speaking Tagalog was what let me know he was
there. Needless to say I whipped my head around and saw a boy standing
almost at the edge of the water.

"It is a water monster," the boy said pointing to my ass. Bryan turned his
head as well then spoke to him in Tagalog. The 2 of them carried on a small
conversation while I simply looked at the new arrival. Typical of
Filipinos, the boy was slender, medium height and quite cute. Atypical of
Filipinos he was sporting long, shoulder length hair that had to be kept
back away from his face. Dressed similar to us, he wore jeans and flip
flops but was shirtless, the latter draped over an arm.

"He comes down here to swim ," Bryan told me, " because it's usually
private. He wants to know if we mind if he joins us." When I asked him what
that meant exactly he said it could mean just to swim or it could mean
more. "Even if he didn't do stuff with us it would be fun to watch him
together don't you think." I nodded my head. "Would you like to be with him
Dakota?" I put it back on Bryan, asking him what he thought about that.

"I don't mind sharing you," he said, giving me a kiss and earning a hoot
from our bystanders. "I think it would be sexy to watch." He spoke to the
boy in Tagalog again and the cute young thing began to undress. As he undid
his jeans and started to push them down the boy spoke to Bryan who
translated for me.

"He does not think it fair that you get to watch him undress and see his
beauty yet you keep yours hidden."

"What about yours," I asked him.

"He is not interested in seeing another Filipino boy; he is interested in
an American man body." I moved off Bryan and slowly got to my knees, the
boys' eyes glued to my crotch. A huge smile split his otherwise placid
features.

"Dako, Dako," he said as he shucked his jeans and then his briefs, allowing
me to drink in his boyhood charms. I pegged him at 13, based on the lack of
hair at his cock; a small patch of black that was pretty much limited to
thin 2 inch wide cluster of curls. His cock was a little smaller than
Bryan's, his balls held in a smooth hairless sac at the base of his
hardening young cock.

"You are a lucky boy to have such a fine dako for your pleasure," he said
to Bryan as he got closer. Clearly he assumed us to be lovers, not that I
cared. He walked up to me and stood, not 18 inches away, his young cock
literally rising in front of my eyes until it stood as tall as it could in
front of his flat belly. He spoke in Tagalog to Bryan who then translated.

"He thinks you are afraid of such a snake, that you are afraid that it will
bite you. He says it does not bite but it might spit a little. Go ahead
Dakota; suck him for that is what he wants." I reached out and put a hand
on his hip and gently pulled as I moved my body forward. We met in the
middle; I opened wide then closed my mouth over his cock and began to
suckle. There was nothing particularly exciting or different about the
boys' plumbing other than it belonged to a cute young boy. Above me he
began to moan and slowly move his narrow hips, pushing and pulling his cock
out of my willing mouth. I wrapped one hand him and around across his butt
while the other one rubbed up and down his outer thigh before sliding
inward and cupping his tender young balls. I got another moan for that one.

The boy finally pulled away from me. "Come, we lay on grass," he said, his
voice still the high pitch of a young boy. I stood up as did Bryan and we
followed the boy onto solid ground where he turned to face me. He reached
out and took hold of my hardened cock and began feeling up and down the
length while his other hand went for my nuts. "So dako, so hard, so
wonderful," he murmured under his breath.

"What is your name," I asked him and without looking up he said "Adan." He
didn't seem to be interested in our names but simply dropped to his knees
in front of me. He leaned in but took me by surprise by not sucking my cock
right away. Instead he rubbed it lovingly along his smooth cheek while he
kissed the side of it or nuzzled the shaft with his lips. Clearly Adan
worshiped cock. He rubbed my swollen cock head across his lips which
cleaned off the sticky residue then his tongue snaked out and he began
licking all over the satiny surface, exploring the entire thing before
finally opening his mouth and taking me inside.

Bryan stood next to me watching the new kid suck my cock. "It is as I
thought Dakota, hot to watch you with another boy. I reached my arm and
pulled him to me, tilted his head and pressed my open mouth against his. I
could hear the boy moan deep in his throat as our tongues did a tango in
one mouth or the other. I reached over with my other hand, found his boy
stuff and began rubbing it, starting under his hairless balls and dragging
my hand upward while I fingered the sensitive eggs. I felt the cool air on
my dick when Adan let go of it then his tongue licking at my sac, moving my
balls to and fro. That didn't last long either because his hands on my hips
were encouraging me to turn.

I broke the kiss from Bryan and as soon as I turned Adan hands went to my
butt and began kneading and rubbing and pulling the cheeks apart. He
eventually pried me open and I could feel the boy attempt to get his face
in there.

"Down," he said then spoke rapidly in Tagalog which Bryan translated,
saying that Adan wanted me to get down on all fours.

"He wants to lick you there Dakota." I'm all for rimming although I
wondered about a boys' willingness to go into uncharted territory not
having any idea about its cleanliness. That didn't, however, stop me from
dropping down to the ground on my hands and knees. Adan moved quickly
behind me and pulled me open. I could hear him mumble in appreciation,
probably because I was smooth down there and there was no overpowering
odor, but who knew. In a flash I felt the warmth of his tongue as it
explored that most secret spot and inhaled sharply.

Bryan came to kneel in front of me, kissed me at first, then offered is
raging hard cock for me to use. I did. I captured his boyhood pride and
gently suckled him, the boy moving his hips every so gently helping to
create a little friction on his beloved pego. At the other end I felt Adan
lick down my perineum and onto my sac and move the eggs around with his
tongue. I shivered as worked at the underside of my balls and that ultra
sensitive area. He reached under me and took hold of my cock and pulled it
back far enough to lick all over the head and clean off the precum that was
leaking out at a fairly rapid rate.

Adan finally let go then crawled between my legs and began to suck me from
underneath, playing roughly with my balls while his other hand went back up
and his finger began rubbing back and forth across my asshole. I could hear
the boy panting and making `yummy' sounds as drew as much of me into his
mouth and throat was possible, and it was a quite a bit. He finally slid
out from beneath me and indicated with hand motions, a little English and
Tagalog that he wanted me to lie on my back. Bryan helped clarify Adan's
request so I did as requested and lay flat on my back in the soft grass
while the two boys chatted briefly in Tagalog. Bryan went to the gym bag
that had our clothes in it and came back with a bottle of lube.

"He wants you to fuck him Dakota.

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Excerpts from

 "One Little Indian Boy"

It was about 4 in the afternoon and I was looking forward to being home in
a little over 3½ hours and I'm sure that Snookie was as well. Snookie,
Snook or Snooks for short, was my best buddy. A 5 year old Hovawart, he was
loyal, protective, loving and laid back, the perfect dog for me. I'd gotten
him as a 6 week old pup when I was discharged from the Navy and trained him
myself. I took him everywhere with me.

I was 200 feet from the westbound onramp when I saw a car that had come off
the freeway stop at the bottom of the ramp with a turn signal on. The
passenger door opened and a guy got out, quickly closed the door, then ran
across the 4 lane road to the onramp, where I was about to turn.

The guy, it looked like a guy, stopped about ten feet up the ramp and
waited. Clearly he was hitchhiking. I didn't generally pick up hitchhikers
and not for any particular reason. Much of my generation thumbed everywhere
although I'd never had a need or desire to do so. Sure enough as I started
to turn, the obligatory arm went out and an interesting arm it was. It was
in a cast, at least what I could see for most of it was covered by the arm
of the jacket he was wearing, and yes it was a he. A fairly young he at
that. As I slowed to stop just short of where he stood I noticed a number
of things.

Clearly he was a native boy, he couldn't have been older than 14 and that
on a good day, he indeed had a cast on his right arm and it looked as
though there might have been some bandages on his left hand.  Oh, did I
mention that he was as cute as any boy I'd ever seen anywhere.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I washed his hole, rinsed and re-washed I couldn't help but notice that
he'd gotten raging hard, his cock standing proudly at attention. I could
see the head peeking out from beneath its little hat; the flesh a blushing
red tone. I felt my own dick begin to rise.

"Taking care of that must be difficult for you with both hands messed
up. How long has it been?"

"Over a week," he said, his voice laden with lust.

"Would you like me to relieve the pressure for you? I don't mind." He
didn't seem to need any time to make a decision but quickly nodded his
head. I reached for the bottle of conditioner and poured some in my hand
then knelt before him. With my left hand I pulled his foreskin back then
wrapped the hand around his smooth balls. The right hand went over his
swollen cock head and I twisted the hand as though unscrewing a bottle
cap. Sonny's mouth dropped open, he inhaled an inordinate amount of air and
his eyes crossed then he shook his head.


The first jet shot up over my shoulder, just the end of it resting on the
clavicle. The second and third squirts went pretty far too, splattering my
shoulder, nipple and upper belly before the cocklet went into oozing mode
and I continued to milk the boy for every drop that was in him. I had to
put an arm around his waist in order for him to stay on his feet. The show
finally ended and of course Sonny wanted to know if I was going to squirt
as well. I asked him if he wanted me to and he said yes.

I stood, squirted a fair amount of conditioner the palm of my hand and went
to work. I was thinking that it would have been nice to have the boy help
when he put voice to my exact thoughts.

"If my hands weren't fucked up I'd help Dakota,"